#So for that I hope that he has a wonderful birthday filled with laughter smiles and good times.

[ladyveronikawrites]

Scar - Chapter Five

PAIRING: Jolly Karlsson x Sam (ofc)

What if your teenage daughter's fantasy became your reality?

Summary: Samantha surprises her daughter, Lyric, with tickets to see her favorite band for her sixteenth birthday. What's supposed to be one the best days of her daughter's life, also becomes hers.

CW: none, just dadomens trying to find momomens

happy bday jolly💛

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word count: 2.3k

Sam’s chest tightens as Jolly’s carefree laughter fills her car. It feels like an eternity since someone other than Lyric was sharing the front seat with her, let alone another man. She tried the online dating thing– but with her crazy work schedule and Lyric’s after-school and weekend practices– it doesn’t leave her much time for dating.

“So how long have you lived here?” Jolly’s sudden and intriguing question softens the pressure in her chest. No other man has asked me that before.

“I grew up here, but left when I graduated high school,” she sucks in a shaky breath as she continues. “Fate would have it that I would come back when James did; we always knew we wanted to raise a family here.” 

“James sounds like a really great guy and a wonderful father to Lyric,” Jolly says softly as Sam pulls into the hotel parking lot. 

“He was the best at everything,” she confesses as she pulls her SUV into the nearest parking spot to park. “The best father, the best handyman around the house, a supportive husband…” Jolly watches as her green eyes shimmer bright before a tear wells and cascades down her cheek. 

Swiftly, he unbuckles slipping from the seat belt to lean closer to Sam. His hands hesitate as he ponders if she is comfortable with him touching her but when he catches the small nod he moves in to cup her face in his hands, wiping away her tears with a gentle brush of his thumbs. 

“Thank you,” her whisper fills the space between them. 

He would give anything to take away her pain and sorrow, but all he can muster is a small smile that he hopes conveys how he feels. As Jolly begins to pull away, he finds moist lips pressed against his. He tenses to the touch at first but when she parts her lips for him, he’s done for. He leans in, mouth hungry, tongue ready to explore more. He licks at her bottom lip, threading his fingers through her hair, pulling her in closer. And he stops. Shit, what if I went too fast? What if I misread the signs? Wait, did she actually kiss me?

Something stirs in Sam when Jolly touches her face. His hands are so warm and comforting that the tears she was holding back finally break. An unfamiliar emotion bubbles in her stomach as Jolly leans forward; the scent of him overwhelms her senses. Before her brain can stop her heart, she leans. His warm lips against hers sparks electricity down her spine. She can’t get enough. She melts into Jolly when he runs his fingers through her strands. His tongue is moist against her bottom lip and she is more than ready to let him in. Her lips still burn when he abruptly pulls away. When her eyes pop open she finds Jolly with a pained expression on his face. 

“I’m so sorry,” he apologizes quickly. “Did I overstep?” His thick accent accentuates the concern in his voice.

“No, no, it’s fine,” Sam reassures the Swede with a smile.

Suddenly, the tall guitarist yawns, stretching as best he can in the small space, causing Sam to do the same. “Wanna go up to my room?”  With a shy giggle and a playful punch to Jolly’s arm, Sam agrees. 

Jolly opens the door of his room with a sweeping gesture of his arm, “Welcome to my crib.” His husky tone turns into a snicker when Sam smacks him in the arm as she steps by.

“You’re a dork,” she huffs a laugh as she enters the room. 

“I know,” he winks at her before threading his fingers to hers and leading her further into the room. There’s a large white bed against a navy blue accent wall and across from it hangs a flat-screen TV. An L-shaped couch fills the space under the window next to the bed. 

“This is where the magic happens so make yourself comfy, Sam. There’s water and booze in the mini fridge and the TV remote is on the bedside table. I’m going to take a quick shower.” She makes a small noise in understanding but doesn’t move from the window as she takes in the view of her small hometown. The shrill of the tap turning on pulls her from her nostalgia so she makes her way to the bed. She steps out of her beloved Converse, settles into the covers, and starts to scroll through the TV guide. 

Loud knocking stirs Sam awake. Rolling to her side, something digs into her stomach. Her eyebrows scrunch together when she finds the remote strangled in a death grip. Way to go, Sam, you fell asleep clutching onto the remote, like an old grandpa. 

Groaning, she slides out of bed and stretches rubbing her neck. Fuck me. I’m going to need to see my chiro on Monday. I hope she can squeeze me in. God, I hope Jolly doesn’t think I’m lame. Wait, did we kiss-

“You’re awake!” Jolly’s bright voice breaks through Sam’s post-nap brain fog. When she turns her head following the sound she gets lightheaded. Swaying slightly, she grips the arm of the couch and settles herself onto the furniture, hoping Jolly didn’t notice. If he did, he was gracious enough not to say anything as he continued. “The guys are heading out to see a movie, want to come?” 

“Sure!” she says without hesitation, ecstatic to spend more time with Jolly. But soon insecurity takes its rightful place in the pit of her stomach. “But let me fix my hair real quick,” she rushes by him, nerves bubbling in her stomach– but when Jolly grips her wrist, it’s not forceful, but just enough that she stops dead in her tracks. The setting sun casts a warm glow on Jolly’s long brunette hair forming a halo of light around him. 

“You look beautiful, Samantha.” Jolly takes a step closer closing the space between them. He tucks in a lock of hair behind her ear before brushing the pad of his thumb over her cheek. Sam feels her cheeks warm to the delicate touch and finds herself leaning into him. Looking up at him, his expression is soft- the corners of his eyes crinkle when he smiles at her. She sneaks a glance at his lips and back at his eyes hoping he didn’t notice. She wants him to kiss her, wants to feel more of his touch, wants to feel love again– but her old heart is so scared. Her heartbeat pounds in her ears as Jolly leans down, willing her eyes shut she balls her shaking hands into fists. “Stay”, she tells herself “don’t run.” His hot breath is warm against her cheek. Her heart feels like it’s going to burst from her chest– suddenly she jumps when there’s a knock at the door.

“Hey lovebirds, you two ready?” Noah yells from the other side of the door. Sam’s cheeks flame red at the nickname and she curls into herself overcome with shyness. 

“He’s an ass, isn’t he,” Jolly chuckles squeezing Sam’s shoulders. Her small smile spreads into a wide grin, “yeah he is.” He pulls her into him and she unfurls her arms to hug him back. For a few breaths, they remain as her heartbeat steadies, the scent of him soothing her senses and her nerves. 

“Ready?” he hums as he twirls his fingers in her hair. 

“Yeah,” she says softly pulling from the embrace. This time she doesn’t stop herself from threading her fingers into his as they walk to the door. When the pair reach the lobby Sam finds the rest of the band lounging on various couches and chairs and Matt is pacing. 

“The Uber is late,” Matt groans pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“I’ll drive!” Sam chimes in as she squeezes Jolly’s hand despite her insecurity still looming in the back of her mind. 

Matt stops dead in his tracks, “Are you sure?” He raises an eyebrow. 

“Yeah, I'm sure,” she lets go of Jolly’s hand to walk past Matt. “Come on.” She waves over her shoulder for the band boys to follow her. Jolly meets up with Sam to open the car door for her. Before he ducks out he pecks a kiss to her cheek. She giggles as she settles in the driver's seat. 

“Alright boys, buckle up please.” She grins, looking up at the rearview mirror as Matt, Noah, Nick, Nicholas, and Bryan pile In.  A mutual groan rumbles through the car. “Yes mom,” they grumble and groan in unison. 

There are a scattering of families and couples in the theater as the pair stroll in behind the rest of the guys. Sam is about to slide in beside Nicholas when Jolly grips the back of her elbow causing her to stop. 

“Come on,” he nods his head to the top dark corner row of seats which happen to be vacant. 

Butterflies dance in her stomach as they ascend the dimly lit staircase. It’s impossibly warm when she sits down and Jolly follows suit, their knees brushing together when he hands her, her drink. Sam takes a few sips hoping the soda will quench her thirst and give her some relief; unfortunately, it does not. 

As the opening credits start, Jolly’s heart pounds in his chest as the opening credits start. He’s been waiting anxiously for this movie for as long as Nicholas has been ranting and raving about it. The one show all of them seemed to like and a tour favorite, so when Noah mentioned the movie, he could only hope that Sam would want to come too. In the corner of his eye, he sees her start to fidget with the popcorn bag nervously. Absentmindedly, he places his hand on her thigh as the scene starts.

Sam busies her hands by eating some popcorn, almost too aware of how she chews, she grips the bag a little tighter when suddenly Jolly’s hand rests on her thigh. Her body tenses to the touch. She wants to say something, to ask him to move his hand, but instead, she goes against every fiber of her being when she sets down the popcorn and places her hand on his.

“Oh, sorry,” Jolly jumps slightly when their hands touch, pulling his hand away. When Sam looks up at him, concern furrows his brows and creases the corners of his eyes. His eyes look nothing like her late husband’s and at this moment Sam has come to terms with it. She finally gives in to what her heart has been telling her all along. The pads of her fingers graze his cheek and for a few heartbeats, they exist in the space between them where nothing else matters. Her gaze drifts to his plump lips and back to his eyes. 

She nods, silently saying Yes! Please! I want to kiss you! Before pulling him in closer, their lips just barely touching. Sam squeezes her eyes shut and presses her lips onto his. When Jolly kisses her back, it’s soft yet cautious. She tilts her head, clasping his head between her hands to pull him in. A giggle erupts from her throat when his stubble brushes against her cheek, making Jolly pull away slightly. He puts a finger to her lips just as a nearby shh echoes from a few seats away. 

Jolly leans in, “I have a way to keep you quiet,” he whispers in her ear, his hot breath and suggestive tone send a shiver spider crawling down her spine. His lips ghost her cheek before replacing the finger to her lip. She invites the heat of the kiss, her hands gripping the collar of his shirt as his tongue parts her lips. When the pair are both breathless, he places a chaste kiss on her cheek. He kisses the tops of her knuckles before they find their resting place on his thigh. The world melts away in their soft embrace, hands entwined and hearts beating as one. 

Sam blinks a few times as her eyes adjust to the theater lights flickering on. Sure she has no idea what happened in the movie, but she couldn’t care less as long as she was next to Jolly. She doesn’t know what will happen next between them and right now she’s okay with that. Jolly gathers their trash and she follows closely until she can slide her hand back into his. When they reach the other guys outside, she spots them climbing into their Uber. Her stomach drops when the reality hits her that Jolly will be leaving too. She can’t help when a lump forms in her throat and her eyes prick with tears. 

“It’s time-” Jolly stops dead in his tracks when he spots the tears cascading down her cheeks. Before his feet step off the curb he turns and pulls her in tight, arms wrapping around her waist. 

“I got you,” he says low and calm as she starts to shake. “I don’t want this night to end either, Samantha. These last few days have been some of the best days on tour and I can’t thank you enough. This is not goodbye, ok?” 

He pulls back to wipe away her tears, caressing her cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. “Smile, pretty girl,” he smiles when she giggles and pink washes over her cheeks. “We play only a few hours away tomorrow and I snagged you VIP if you want to come. I know it’s a school night but I still wanted to offer.”  

Sam doesn’t hesitate when she wraps her arms around his neck in excitement. She knows she will be dead tired come Monday morning-thankfully just an in-service day before the end of the school year- so she can show up a little late. 

“Yes, yes I’ll be there!” 

“I can’t wait!” Jolly leans down for one more kiss. “Good night, Sam.” 

“Good night, Jolly,” she says before kissing him back. She watches as the full moon illuminates his path to the others. She smiles to herself, smitten- a feeling she hasn’t felt in so long. 

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[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

In honor of the birthday of my favorite dude, I present to you:

The silliness of Wes Borland synced to the theme song of Jackass

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WES BORLAND!!!

(Please don’t re-post/share this video edit or image edits anywhere else. Please just only reblog this video edit on Tumblr. Thank you!)

#Just wanted to highlight one of my favorite things about him. That one of a kind humor of his. #His charm and humor have the power to make me crack a smile even on my saddest days. #So for that I hope that he has a wonderful birthday filled with laughter smiles and good times. #He deserves the world and then some. #Happy Birthday Wes Borland! #Wes Borland #Limp Bizkit #nu-metal #Black Light Burns #BIG dumb FACE #lucy the rabbit's video edits #down the rabbit hole

[willieverseetheland]

jingle bells.

spencer reid x fem!reader summary: spencer gets a little too tipsy at the office christmas party.

WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, language, spencer being a dork

fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers

I know christmas has been over, I just felt inspired.

wc: 1.4k

You've always loved Christmas. It wasn't the holiday itself; it was how it brought people together. Everything just feels so cozy and bright. So when Penelope asked you to help her decorate for the party, you were more than happy to do so.

Although your job can be very depressing at times, the office environment is truly amazing. Everyone is so kind. You couldn't ask for better coworkers. However, there's one fellow profiler you've grown rather close with these past few months.

Spencer Reid was one of the first people you became friends with at the BAU, other than Penelope of course. He's such a good friend, and always seems to be genuinely interested in what you have to say. He notices the little things, like when you were always complaining about your feet being cold, so he bought you fuzzy socks. Or when he overheard you talking to Emily about how badly you wanted this decorative plate set for your new apartment, and he got it for you for your birthday. He's truly the best friend a girl could ever ask for. But recently you've been wondering if it's only platonic love that you feel. Could it be more than friendship? You find yourself putting extra effort into your appearance, but you just chalk it up to wanting to better yourself. You have also noticed how when you shop, you choose clothes you think he might like.

Sometimes you catch yourself wondering if he feels the same way. Does he lie in bed at night thinking of your voice and laughter the way you think of him? Does he get flustered when your knees brush together during debriefs? Does he get that fluttery feeling in his stomach when you lock eyes from across the room?

Now that you're thinking about it, you really fucking like him. You feel like a teenager with a schoolgirl crush. God, how could you let this happen? You know that co-worker relationships rarely work out. But you're an adult, you can be mature about it, right?

You snap out of your daydream and realize its already 6:00. The party starts in an hour, and you only have a quarter of what you need to do done.

"Hey Penelope, think we could get some Christmas music going? I work faster with music playing!"

"It's like you read my mind y/n!"

The sound of bells fills the room and suddenly you find yourself feeling very festive. You hear Penelope humming along.

You work quickly to get the last of the lights and tinsel strung up. You wish it could look like this year-round. You check your watch. 6:53. Everyone should be arriving soon.

You hear the elevator ding and see Derek walk out with a plate full of what is most definitely store-bought cookies.

"Wow, you ladies really outdid yourselves."

"Hello Derek and thank you" you smile.

People begin to arrive one-by-one. Emily, JJ, Hotch, and Rossi. Everyone says their hellos and get settled. Some make their way to the booze faster than others.

It's 7:25 and Spencer isn't here yet. You feel a pit begin to form in your stomach. You were really hoping to see him tonight. You decide to grab yourself a drink and socialize, take your mind off of him. He'll show up eventually, right?

"Y/N! Hey! Where's your other half?" Emily chuckles and raises her eyebrows. You can tell she snuck a few shots in the elevator.

"I assume you mean Spencer. Not sure actually." So much taking your mind off of him. And what did she mean by other half? It's not that obvious right?

You scan the room, hoping to see Spencer, but you don't. However, you do catch Rossi getting rather comfortable with new forensic photographer.

You finish your drink and wander off to get another. Looking at your watch you see that it's 7:47. You're starting to feel a little hopeless. But right as you turn to rejoin the party, you see him. Those big brown eyes and fluffy hair.

"Hey Y/N, sorry I'm late. I had to go pick up some last-minute gifts."

Weight falls off of your shoulders at the sound of his voice. You feel overwhelming relief now that he's here. You had spent the last hour, or at least what felt like an hour, with your jaw clenched and a heavy feeling in your stomach. You hate feeling this way. You know you need to talk to him, but you don't want to screw up a good thing.

"It's alright Spence, I'm just glad you're here now." You give him a warm smile and place your hand on his shoulder.

He gives you his classic dorky smile in return, and you feel those all too familiar butterflies swell in your stomach.

As the night goes on, the wine flows and sounds of laughter fills the room. You stay by Spencer's side practically the whole night. Now you understand what Emily meant. You notice he's had quite a bit to drink. Definitely not more than Rossi, but more than usual. You feel like he's being more playful and affectionate as well. But you assume it's just the alcohol. You desperately hope he's flirting, but you don't want to look too far into it.

Your thoughts quickly dissolve into the air as the room goes silent and Rossi's rather loud voice announces it's time to exchange gifts. You give out your gifts and accept the ones given to you. You receive a cinnamon roll scented candle from Emily, a pair of heart shaped earrings from Penelope, a fuzzy blanket from JJ, and various trinkets and gadgets from others. Spencer hands you a slender box wrapped in shiny blue snowflaked wrapping paper.

"I wonder what this could be." You raise your eyebrow playfully and give a small laugh.

You carefully tear off the wrapping paper and open the box. Inside is a necklace with small heart shaped locket.

"Go ahead, open the locket." he has a drunken grin, and his eyes are eager.

You open the locket and inside is a picture of you and Spencer from your birthday. You feel a warmth spread over your face and you can't help but smile.

"Oh my god Spencer, this is- thank you so much, really." You pull him into a tight embrace. Relishing in the feeling of his arms around you for just a moment. You pull away, smile faltering slightly.

"Would you walk with me? Outside? It's really warm in here." His eyes are glassy and his cheeks are a rosy pink. His drinks have definitely caught up with him now. No wonder he feels warm.

"Of course, are you feeling okay?" you ask with sincerity.

"Yeah, there's just a lot of noise. Just need some fresh air s'all."

You two slip out into the crisp, December night. The sky's clear so you can see the stars. Your breath creates mini clouds in the night air.

You look over at Spencer and wonder what's going on inside that brilliant brain of his. You've always been so fascinated by the way he thinks.

"You look so beautiful right now. I-I mean you always do, but in this moment you..." his voice trails off like he has more to say, but doesn't know if he should say it.

"You don't look too bad yourself." You let out a quiet laugh.

You can hear carolers singing jingle bells in the distance.

You glance up at him and see that he's looking at you. His eyes reflect the full moon. There's a sadness in his eyes but also an admiring, soft expression.

"y/n."

"Yeah, Spencer?" You place your hand on his forearm. His mouth opens and closes slightly like he doesn't know if he should say what he's about to say.

"I love you. I'm in love with you, y/n." his voice is soft and trembling ever so slightly. His eyes jump across your face, searching for a reaction.

You feel like your brain might short circuit. You're overwhelmed with emotion. You feel a sting as your eyes prick up with tears.

"Spencer, I don't know what to say." You see his smile fade and fear that may have been poor choice of words.

You decide maybe words won't do how you feel justice.

You step closer to him, placing your right hand on his cheek and the left just below his jaw. You breathe in deeply and pull his face to yours. You place a soft kiss on his lips. He then grabs the sides of your face deepening the kiss. You feel heat creeping up your neck, and the whole world feels as though it's melting away.

You pull away, catching your breath. He looks starstruck, like he can't believe what just happened. And honestly, you can't either. You almost want to ask him to pinch you.

"I love you too, Dr. Spencer Reid."

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[yan-lorkai]

Hello! I have a Black butler request if you don’t mind! (It can be yandere but If you can make it not to noticeable??? If that makes sense.)

If I may could I request a Ciel Phantomhive x Cruella De Vill reader? I mean not exactly like Cruella but the fact she was born with hair spilt between black and white, she owns multiple Dalmatians which are really aggressive guard dogs for her. And she has a wonderful sense of fashion, even though most her clothes are only black, white or red. She even has a nickname that combines her name and Cruel together (like “Cruel-(/N)”) because she can be really honest and it comes off as rude. She is short temper but unlike Cruella she is only occasionally sassy but most of the time she is quiet because she used to get made fun of for her hair.

Also I was hoping it would be a oneshot, with a few hc. But if that’s to much it can just be hc! Thank you and have a nice day!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: I hope I did this rq justice because I absolutely loved it. Detailed rqs my beloveds. As you ask, I did some hcs and then wrote a little drabble, though I do apologize for such delay in answer it. Hope you like darling <33

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Platonic content. Maybe typos too.

☆*: In Ciel's ears, the news of a figure with two-tone hair who only dresses in black and red reaches him through gossip that Lau felt the need to share. The rumors, however, were not enough to capture the earl's attention at first. Who cares if Londoners are talking about this girl because she acts different and has a sharp tongue? Who cares if she has some protective dogs who can attack on command?

☆*: Certainly not Ciel. He has better things to worry about being the Queen's Watchdog besides running his own company. Gossip and rumors are not something that holds his attention unless they are related to the murderers who killed his parents.

☆*: So it takes a while before you finally get to know each other and he can get a glimpse of your strong genius. And heavens, he's enchanted, even if he doesn't know it, feelings aren't Ciel's thing. One thing he knows, this night will be one he would never forget.

...

Reluctantly, Ciel was participating in the celebration. A glass of juice in his hand as he watched each of the nobles approach the throne, kneel and say their rehearsed congratulations. So typical of nobles, so insincere. He hated it here, he could be doing so many things right in the comfort of his office. Still, he smiled and played his part when all adults around him looked down on him just because he was the only child here.

The starry night became filled with light and laughter; The Queen was throwing a party to celebrate another birthday well spent. Her age-kissed skin was still glowing, her eyes carrying a tinge of unforgettable joy, and her voice a jovial tone. As usual, she sat on her throne and waited for one by one the nobles to greet and boast about the gifts that were certainly better than the others.

It was funny to watch though. They all just seemed like jealous peacocks, huffing and puffing their feathers, wanting the queen attention on them.

Sebastian when can we leave? was what he wanted to ask to the butler at his side. What he almost asked. But right at that moment he heard a commotion.

A few meters ahead stood the notorious Cru-y/n DeVil, your presence commanding attention. Ciel couldn't help but be drawn to you, his gaze fixating on you with a mixture of intrigue and caution. Despite your reputation, he couldn't deny your beauty, a striking contrast to the darkness that surrounded your name. You were young, much like himself, yet exuded a confidence that belied your age, almost as if you too had to grown fast to protect yourself.

You seemed to be fighting a much older and powerful woman. The duchess who was always looking to fight someone and today had just found her new victim. But you aren't having any of that, making exaggerated gestures and smiling mockingly at the duchess.

Ciel observed the scene with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, at least the party turned out to be entertaining with this little fight happening and the queen was also watching you two too intently, curious, not at all bothered by it. Ciel couldn't help but roll his eyes when the duchess continued to argue and pointed her finger at you.

"Your hat is adorable" You say in a loud and clear tone, with the sweetest smile you can produce. "I'm sure it was worth sacrificing Big Bird, its poor beautiful yellow feathers wasted on this hat that perfectly fit your head."

A murmur starts around the two of you, some are laughing loudly, others are whispering among themselves, repeating what you said. The duchess, wanting to appear strong and resilient, fixes her khaki yellow hat - that barely fits in her head, lifts her chin an extra millimeter and leaves. However, Ciel knew that your comment would still haunt her for months to come. Today she had lost a fight and was insulted.

Undeniable was that the hat was horrendous.

Holding back a laugh that seems to want to escape him anyway, Ciel takes off his hat in greeting to you as soon as your eyes meet. He understood now why everyone was talking about you so much. To the court you were like a fresh breath of air, devastating if you hate it, great if you like it. And he absolutely like it. Not a lot of younger aristocrats behave this way and he really needs someone different to spend time, as Elizabeth is quite overwhelming with her affection and Sullivan is busy.

He approach you and with this gesture, plans to know more about you. He is now curious and his curiosity must be satisfied.

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[yrluvjane]

hi gorgeous i hope you’re having a wonderful day!!

Can i please get a james x fem reader where it’s her birthday and she’s feeling down and like she’s getting old ( i turned 22 today and i wanna SCREAM) and ofc james is having non of that and just lots of hurt/comfort/fluff please

Happy Belated Birthday, hun! (I'm turning 21 in a few months) And I relate to this so much as someone who was forced to uphold too much expectations at a very young age, I had this problem ever since I was sixteen and I think about in a really cursed way - always ends up with me crying. Don't forget to enjoy it! You shouldn't be feeling down about it, because 22 is still very young! I'm sure James would tell you this too lol :)

You're feeling sorry for yourself, a little blue, your mind filled with thoughts of aging and loss. It's your birthday and you can't help but feel like time is slipping away from you. You've missed out on so much, and you don't know what the future has for you. You sigh, letting your head fall back against the wall. "I'm getting old," you mutter to yourself. "What am I even doing with my life?"

James walks into the large room, his eyes scanning the crowd for you. He spots you in the corner, near the snack table, looking a little downcast in the midst of all the joy and laughter. He makes his way over to where you're seated, a small box in his hand.

As he approaches, you look up to see James, looking as handsome as always, carrying a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"Happy birthday, love of my life," he says, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

You smile weakly, feeling a warm ache in your chest at the sight of him. "Thanks, James. That means a lot." Even then he frowns, noticing the sadness in your eyes. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

At your silence, he leans closer, pulling you into the hall, away from prying eyes and having you sit at a small bench. "You know you can tell me anything." his fingers push back your hair, tucking the small strands behind your ear.

You shake your head, looking up at him with a small frown on your face. "It's just…I thought I'd be excited for my birthday, but I feel like I'm already too old to be having fun like this."

James takes a seat next to you, placing a hand gently on your shoulder. "Nonsense. You're never too old to enjoy the things that make you happy," he says, his voice dripping with kindness. "Plus, isn't today all about celebration? You should be enjoying yourself."

You sigh, feeling slightly comforted by James' words. "I know. It's just…I miss the simpler days, you know? Back when we were students, and life wasn't so complicated."

James nods, understanding your sentiment. "I get it," he says, his eyes soft and filled with so much love and understanding it has you speechless. "But those days are gone, and we have to make the best of what we have now. If you live too much in the past, you'll won't have the time to live in the present. Here."

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small box, handing it to you with a small smile. "Happy birthday, Love. I hope this makes your day a little brighter."

You open the box, a small smile flickering across your face as you pull out a beautiful, delicate gold necklace with a disc pendant . "James, it's…It's perfect," you say, your voice cracking slightly.

"Turn it over."

Your initials and James' are engraved on it, along with a date. James looks up at you curiously, his head on your shoulder.

He pulls away, looking into your eyes with a mix of tenderness and playfulness. "So, can you guess when this was?" he asks, his voice gentle.

You think for a moment, trying to decipher the date. Suddenly, it clicks. You smile, the answer coming to you immediately. "Our first Christmas, our first kiss." you say, your voice full of joy. James chuckles, his eyes sparkling with happiness. "That's right, Love," he says, his voice full of affection. "I wanted to give you something special to remember our special day by."

You place a hand on his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin and the softness of his hair beneath your palm. "I love you," you say, your voice full of feeling. You lean in and give James a kiss.

He kisses you again, his lips soft and tender against yours. "I love you too," he replies, his voice full of affection. When he pulls away, his eyes are sparkling with happiness as he notices the lift in your mood. "Now, let's forget about the past and focus on the present, shall we? Let's celebrate your birthday together, just the two of us."

You smile and lean into James' comforting embrace. "I'd like that," you say, your voice quivering slightly. "Very much."

#marauders era #james potter #james potter x reader #harry potter x reader #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #harry potter #james potter drabble #james potter fluff #james potter blurb #james fleamont potter

[south-of-heaven]

Poly! Judgement Day going to Disneyland? I"m going there in December with my family as a gift for my 18th birthday which was in June and I'm super excited 😍 (I hope what I said after the request doesn't go against your guidelines because you said you don't want people to vent in your ask box, if it does, sorry, I promise I won't rumble anymore.)

- Lilith🩰

Disney || The Judgement Day x Reader

Summary: Your partners take you to Disneyland for your birthday.

Your heart is aflutter with excitement as you stand before the magical gates of Disneyland, hand in hand with your partners, Finn, Damian, Rhea, and Dominik. The anticipation has been building for weeks, and now that the moment has arrived, you can hardly contain your joy.

The air is filled with an atmosphere of enchantment, and the iconic Disney castle stands tall in the distance, a beacon of wonder. Your eyes widen with childlike wonder as you take in the sight, feeling like you've stepped into a fairytale come to life.

Finn's smile is infectious as he wraps his arm around you, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Happy birthday," he says, his voice warm and filled with genuine happiness.

Damian, with his stoic demeanor, can't hide the small grin that tugs at the corner of his lips. He's clearly enjoying the thrill of being here with you, and it warms your heart to see him so relaxed and carefree.

Rhea's playful spirit is contagious as she bounces on her toes beside you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Get ready for an amazing day," she says, her enthusiasm practically tangible.

Dominik, the gentle giant of your group, beams down at you with a look of pure adoration. His presence is a calming force, and his happiness at being able to share this experience with you is evident in his eyes.

As you pass through the gates and step into the heart of the park, the excitement bubbles over. You're greeted by the vibrant sights and sounds of Disneyland—the joyful laughter of children, the melodic tunes of familiar Disney songs, and the smell of delicious treats wafting through the air.

The day unfolds like a dream. You explore the various themed lands, from the whimsy of Fantasyland to the futuristic charm of Tomorrowland. You ride thrilling attractions, indulge in delectable treats, and meet beloved Disney characters who pose for pictures and share warm hugs.

Finn's arm never leaves your side, his presence a steady anchor in the sea of excitement. Damian surprises you with his willingness to try the whimsical rides, a side of him you've rarely seen. Rhea's laughter is a constant soundtrack, and her energy keeps the group's spirits high. Dominik's protective nature shines as he ensures your comfort and happiness at every turn.

As the day turns into evening, you gather in front of the castle, bathed in the glow of the nighttime spectacle. Fireworks dance across the sky, painting it with vibrant colors and whimsical patterns. The magic of the moment is palpable, and you find yourself holding hands with all your partners, forming a circle of unity and love.

With each burst of color in the sky, you feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the incredible people who have made this day possible. The joy, laughter, and love you share with Finn, Damian, Rhea, and Dominik make this Disneyland adventure more magical than you could have ever imagined.

As the final fireworks light up the night sky, you find yourself surrounded by the warmth of their presence. The day has been a beautiful celebration of not only your birthday but also the bonds you share. And as you link your fingers with theirs, you know that this enchanting memory will forever be etched in your heart as a testament to the love you all share.

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[levi-supreme]

Breakfast and birthdays

Characters: Erwin x fem!reader

Genre: Modern!au

Warnings: SFW, fluff. Established relationship (Erwin and reader are married and they have a young daughter). Mentions of food and presents. Mentions of a fictional character.

A/N: This one is for my other best friend @ladycheesington!!!!! Happy happiest birthday to you, Cheesy ❤️ I'm so glad to know you and you're one of my most treasured friends ever, and I love you so so much too <333

I haven't been writing for a long time, so I apologise if it sounds a little rusty @.@ and for some reason, my writing nowadays has a lot more conversation than usual so, I hope you all like this too!

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"Mummy," a little whisper came by your ear. "Mummy. Wake up." your four-year-old tapped your arm gently.

You briefly stirred awake and tried to stifle a yawn, surprised to see your daughter standing before you. "Good morning, Lilly. You're up early," pushing yourself upright with a smile, Lilly reached her arms outwards and you brought her onto your lap. You looked around, realising the spot next to you was empty. "Where's Daddy?"

"Daddy's busy." Lilly answered almost immediately, as if she already rehearsed the answer in her head. She bit her lips and tried to hide her laughter. "Happy birthday, Mummy!" your daughter pecked you on the cheek and gave you a wide smile.

"Thank you, Lilly, you've made Mummy very happy."

"Daddy and I prepared a present for you!" she wiggled her way out of your embrace and jumped to the ground, "wash up first, Mummy, and you can get your present."

Chuckling, you walked to the bathroom and started washing up. Lilly zoomed out of the room, leaving you wondering what the present was. When you were done, you got dressed and left your bedroom, catching a whiff of something buttery. Making your way to the dining room, you felt yourself break into a smile. Erwin was carrying Lilly in one arm while he placed a vase of fresh flowers on the dining table.

"Happy birthday, Mummy!" your blonde husband and daughter said in unison. There was a plate stacked with fluffy pancakes decorated with lots of fruits and a generous dollop of whipped cream. There were also more stacks of pancakes in the middle. Your favourite cup of coffee was placed next to your plate, and there was also a bouquet of roses and two presents on the dining table as well. .

"When did the both of you make this?" you asked Erwin as you gave him a hug and a quick peck on the lips. "you've kept me in the dark."

Erwin smiled, "it was meant to be a birthday surprise, love, of course we kept you in the dark." After putting Lilly down on her chair, Erwin pulled out your chair and gestured you to take a seat. Beaming, you looked at the birthday breakfast placed before you while Erwin sat beside you.

"How long did it take you to make these?"

"Not too long," Erwin muttered after taking a sip of coffee, "only about an hour or so. Right, darling?" Lilly nodded, kicking her feet in excitement.

"Go on, Mummy! Try the pancakes Daddy and I made. I helped to beat the eggs and mix the batter!" your daughter smiled widely, proud of herself. You gave her rosy cheeks a little squeeze and took the cutlery, slicing yourself a piece of pancake.

"Mmm, buttermilk pancakes?" you hummed in delight, "they're very yummy." You took a few more bites, marvelling at the fragrant combination of pancakes and fruit.

"There's more, Mummy!" Lilly pointed towards the stack of pancakes in the middle. "there are blueberry pancakes and banana pancakes too." Lilly's plate was already empty and she was taking another blueberry pancake from the stack. You helped yourself to more pancakes, feeling extremely lucky to have your husband and daughter prepare this wonderful surprise for you. Soon, everyone ate their fill and the plates were all empty. Erwin brought the plates and cutlery to the sink and quickly did the dishes while Lilly disappeared somewhere again. Seconds later, she appeared with her arms hidden behind her.

"Mummy, Mummy! Here's my present." she took out a card from behind and gave it to you. It was a drawing of you with the words 'To the bestest and prettiest Mummy in the world. Happy birthday! I love you! From: Lilly'

"Thank you so much, bubba!" you carried Lilly on your lap and gave her a peck on her cheek. "Mummy loves this very much."

"Daddy also prepared presents for you too!" Calling for her dad, Erwin came back to the dining room and took the two presents from the table, passing one to you. You gave the box a little shake. It felt a little heavy and you wondered what it was. Peeling off the ribbon and wrapping paper, you saw something you were least expecting. Erwin bought you a small massage gun, saying that he's been seeing you massage your shoulders a lot. You joked with your husband, telling him you'd still prefer his hands. Erwin gave you a sheepish grin in return. The second present was significant larger in size, making you wonder what kind of lavish gift did he get you.

"Oh, l-love, this—" you opened the lid and found the huge box stuffed to the brim with a lot of Hello Kitty stuffed toys, collectibles, merchandises, and also various different snacks. There were apple-flavoured gummies, strawberry wafers, cookies, hard candy shaped like a bow, and also Hello Kitty-shaped macaroni. Taking everything carefully from the box, you admired each and every gift Erwin got you, turning to face him with a wide smile. "it must've cost a lot to get all these. This purse was a limited edition release."

Your husband smiled at you warmly, "you're my wife, and you deserve nothing but the best. Happy birthday, love, and I hope you like your presents."

"I love them so much. Thank you, dear. I'll use them well." you gave your husband a tight hug, conveying all your unsaid appreciation and feelings.

"We have another surprise for you, Mummy!" Pulling you by the hand, Lilly excitedly dragged you to the living room where you saw your most frequently used skincare and body care products on the coffee table. There was also a fluffy pink headband and a bathrobe prepared on the side. "Daddy and I will give you a spa session and a birthday princess makeover today!"

You let out a chuckle as your daughter handed the bathrobe over to you, urging you to 'get ready' for your spa session. Smiling as Lilly brought you back to the couch and gave you her best imitation of an aesthetician, you thought to yourself that nothing beats spending quality family time together, and your husband and daughter made you feel like the happiest person in the world.

Never ever forget that Erwin and Hello Kitty are canon 🎀

Tagging: @ack3rlady @cinnamonlevi @jean-prettyboy-kirschtein @hannie2kay @lilshades

#erwin #erwin x reader #erwin smith #erwin smith x reader #erwin x you #erwin smith x you #snk x reader #aot x reader #snk x you #aot x you #erwin x fem!reader #erwin smith x fem!reader #snk scenarios #aot scenarios #levi.supreme

[kisskawa]

— secret ingredient cw food, very minor injury bc kuroo’s silly and in love

you’ve been standing outside of kuroo’s office for three minutes now. he’s been keeping count.

three minutes of furrowed eyebrows and nervous pacing and quiet mumbling that makes kuroo wish everyone would fall silent just so he could hear. you’re clutching a tupperware box desperately, flow of words pausing as your head falls to your chest to stare at it, teeth taking the chance to sink into your lower lip.

it seems that does it, snapping something in your brain. because your focus suddenly fluctuates and you go from shifting your weight from one leg to the other to blazing toward’s kuroo’s door.

quickly, he turns his attention to the papers on his desk that had since been abandoned at the recognition of your figure. you, in your comfy clothes and windswept hair, looked out of place in the large building, the bustle of the city having moved indoors, disguised by glass walls and tailored suits. it makes kuroo grin, even just to think about. and as his door swings open, he tries to make it less obvious that he had already seen you, hoping not to seem expectant or waiting. still, his eyes remained softened and shoulders slumped.

“hi,” you manage out, soft greeting pulled out by tetsurou. you take a few steady steps towards him, less nervous now the door had shut behind you, providing his office as a shelter to you too.

kuroo’s smile widens. “hi,” he mirrors, the single word, single syllable, all he offers in return as he lets the words come slowly to your tongue.

“i brought you something,” you lift up the container until it’s in front of you both, though your grip tightens and you let out a tiny hiss as embarrassment temporarily takes over.

kuroo pretends not to hear, you know he has. instead, he tilts his head, brow raised, “you brought me lunch? thanks, baby.”

“made it, actually,” you cough, gaze averted as you begin to take in kuroo’s office. it’s the framed photo of his last birthday that catches your flitting attention. your eyes are wide, mouth somewhere between open shock and laughter as tetsurou smears thick icing onto your cheek, thumb coated in coloured sugar. his grandpa is grinning in glee, twinkle in his eye at having successfully distracted you and his mischievous smile is echoed through generations.

you don’t realise kuroo’s in front of you until your hands are covered by his own. he’d resisted the urge to swing over his desk, instead scampering around, only narrowly missing whacking his thigh into the corner as he neared the tupperware box.

“you made this? from scratch?” he peers into the box, warmth emanating even through the plastic container and your hands.

you nod, still slightly flummoxed by kuroo’s swift appearance before you.

“really?” he grins, blinking owlishly as he bends down so he’s ever nearer to the container. you half wonder if he’ll press himself against it.

you sigh, through the amusement in the exhale doesn’t go unnoticed, “yes, tetsurou, i really did make it. in the kitchen and everything.”

at your verbal confirmation, tetsurou eagerly shoots up, the top of his head nearly hitting your chin. he used to be a middle blocker, he thinks bemused, he still does have good reflexes and yet, in your presence, he’s almost injured himself twice.

kuroo’s grandma would scold him, shake her head and tell him to be more careful. she always had when he’d come home with scrapes and bruises from volleyball before applying a soothing oil. the peppermint smell alone was enough to calm his mind.

she’d also been the one to teach him the importance of homemade food as she guided his hands, fingers deft as they folded dumplings together. though misshapen, they’d always filled his chest with warmth and happiness, and without fail, tetsurou would pester his grandma for more. they healed any aches and pains, from the bump on his head from falling off his bed to the hole in his heart that came from his mother’s absence.

“thanks,” tetsurou whispers, almost in awe now that he’d finally pried the box from your hold. a pretty pink skates across his cheeks as he hugs it tightly to his chest, “i love it.”

your laugh is as distracting as ever and tetsu flickers his eyes from the food to you, a substitute he doesn’t seem to mind all too much. “you haven’t even tried it yet,” the truth tumbles out between breathy chuckles.

tetsurou shrugs, teeth poking through bowed lips and eyes curved upwards despite the adamant certainty lining his tone, “don’t need to. nothing beats homemade food, nothing beats you.”

#kuroo #haikyuu #kuroo x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #kuroo fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu fic #haikyuu drabbles #kuroo scenarios #kuroo imagine #kuroo headcanons #kuroo hcs #kuroo fic #kuroo drabble #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro

[vanseerra]

Home - An Elucien One-Shot

The Winter Solstice should be a time for joy and celebrations, so why is Elain awake so late and why does the house feel so dark and cold? Lucien should not be awake either, and yet, there is something in his chest compelling him to listen and follow to its cause.

G Rating | 3.5k Words

Elain

The evening was finally winding down. A still air has crept over the townhouse, bringing with it the deep chill of the winter night. Gone were the comforting thrills of a room full of laughter and excitement from only hours before. The winter solstice was always a big event here. With the festivities as well as Feyre’s birthday, everyone could be assured a day filled with joy. Nyx’s arrival had added an extra layer of warmth- watching his bright eyes light at the sight of every new toy and gift didn’t fail to spread smiles across everyone’s faces.

Seeing her sisters, Nesta especially, leaning into the celebrations and letting go of that past that seemed oh so close was a sense of peace for Elain. A bud of light was ripe in her chest as she played her role as a quiet and respectful observer with pride. It was in those moments that the newly turned fae believed she could adjust to this life, where she could hope for the ease that her family bore these days. That optimism clung to her with desperation but as the night inevitably drew nearer, when the sun began to descend behind its sunken veil, she fell with it.

The fire before her hummed with life. With drifting eyes, she stared into the flames. They bounced and danced around each other, their flicks of yellows darting skywards. To watch so closely caused her lids to sting but there was little she could do to look away. How could she deny this final chance of warmth? How could she turn from this tiny kindle of comfort while her siblings lay sleeping, huddled against their partners, their families.

With a sorrowful dip, the well in her chest widened, its darkness wrapping her ribs with weights. It was not an unusual feeling to her now and had stopped being a stranger to her a long time ago- before this house, this place, these lands. She wondered when they had become so acquainted but to bring up these memories now… she could not bear it.

Elain sighed, deeply and purposefully, arms curling around her knees on the sofa as she held the flames gaze. In her transfixed state, she did not hear the small creak of the oak door, nor heard the two hesitant footsteps that entered the main sitting room. The visitor paused, seemingly awaiting a moment to speak when she groaned loudly in pure frustration, flailing her head backwards. Deep golden eyes met her upside ones. With a gasp, she straightened her body back up.

“Gosh Lucien, don’t you know how to knock?” She exclaimed, a small pink tinting her cheeks.

“…To enter the living room?”

Elain was stunted. Truly, she hasn’t known why his sudden appearance had shaken her so visciously. She turned her body to face him, noting instantly the casualness of his attire: the way his linen shirt hung from his body, showing the slightest hint of muscle and the loose red braid that hung over his shoulder. She swallowed. No words could rise to her lips.

“I…”

“It’s late, I’m surprised to see you up.” Lucien's voice was crisp, warm and smooth, a delicate ember. His brows were knitted together in concern, the gentle pupils of his eyes examining her carefully as she sat before him. “Is something wrong?”

“I was just about to retire.” She answered simply.

It wasn’t a lie per-say, more of a non-truth. How could she explain what had been going through her mind moments before? Would she even want to? Seeing Lucien before her like this though, without all of the awkward formalities she swore to upkeep around her family and friends, was new but not unwelcome. She wondered what was going through his mind.

“May I sit for a moment?” He gestured to the couch she was perched upon. “I couldn’t sleep.” He grimaced.

She gave a gentle nod. He made his way over and slowly sat himself beside her, their bodies angled slightly away from each other. Her heart lurched in her chest. Had she ever been this close to him before? She’d certainly never picked up on his scent, the woody depth of cedarwood mixed in with something of slight sweetness. Cinnamon. Her instincts cried to her, begging for her to indulge, to sweep her arms around him and breathe in that cosy warmth. She dug her nails into her legs.

Lucien

Lucien's day had never really ended. He’d excused himself from the festivities relatively early, hoping to get a long rest before his return the following day. However, tucked up in the sheets of the guest room, his mind turned and turned. A pressure sat on his chest, similar to the shame he held some days but was somehow different.

The feeling was an ache. It dug deep into his chest and seemed to pull at his lungs, at his heart, searching for a response. It was a hollowed darkness. The weight called to him, echoed a sense of loneliness, of emptiness, of pain. A pang of recognition hit him suddenly, causing him to bolt upright. The pain was not his.

He had found her huddled on a couch before the fireplace. Even with her body turned from him, his breath paused at her beauty. The dim light of the lit fire flowed around her, illuminating the delicate outline of her pink dress. Sat there like that, she looked like a goddess. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be struck by her presence- sometimes just being in the same room as her would render him frozen. Never before though had he witnessed this side of her, performing no acts of properness, no walls guarding her. A need to protect her rung through his bones.

Beside her, he carefully examined the delicacies of her face. The softness of her features, the light rosiness that brushed her cheeks, the subtle curve of her long lashes. Breathtaking yet… her eyes ached, her jaw tightened, her brows twitched. It was clear how many words were turning in her head, how many thoughts she wanted to spill and clear from her.

“You can talk to me, you know…” His invitation was weak and he silently cursed himself for it. “I’m good at keeping secrets.”

His attempt at humour had not struck true. Elains brows further burrowed, a finger gently rubbing her knee. Self-soothing.

“I barely know you.” Her voice was but a whisper.

He supposed she was right. The two of them were barely more than strangers. For a couple of years now, he had done all he could to respect her and her boundaries. He kept his visits brief, words short, only coming and going when he was needed. There was nothing that caused him greater pain, but he had done it and done it well. The fact that the two of them were talking, albeit awkwardly and with tension, was more than could be said about the last few years. He was eternally grateful regardless.

“You could know me.” His offer was bold yet sincere. Gently, his heart thumped behind his ribs and he knew she could hear it. Elain turned to face him and he almost cried. The softness of her brown hair fell over her shoulder as she moved her head. It was angelic. He watched with eagerness as her eyes flickered through many thoughts and he silently prayed for an invitation. Please his mind willed. Her eyes turned back to the flames as she spoke.

“This house is so quiet at night…” She started.

“When the sun sets its like… it becomes a new place. The silence is so loud, it’s weird. With so many people here you’d never think it could be like this. To be awake at this time of night it…”

Hesitantly, she held a hand before the flame, letting it heat her palm. He noted the soft curves of her nails, the blushed skin of her fingers, and wondered how it would feel on his own.

“I know I should be grateful. Feyre has been so good to me, too good to me. She’s done everything she can to help me adjust, despite everything. But still…”

A small tear bubbled at the corner of her eye and he could not resist the hand that leaned to wipe it. She did not resist.

Elain

She was speaking before she could even comprehend what was happening. Somehow and for some reason, the words fell from her with ease, her heart opening in a way it hadn’t for so long. Perhaps it was because he was an outsider? Not a part of Rhys and his Inner Circle who had tried so insistently to ease her into their group. No it wasn’t that, it was… When she turned to look at him, she saw herself in the reflection of those gentle eyes and wanted to weep instantly. His gaze held such care, a sense of longing bubbling beneath its surface.

The matter of the mating bond had been so tricky for her for so long, and for good reason. Everything had been taken from her against her will and she was expected to just accept it? After everything she had lost? After every sacrifice she had made? Here was a man, handed to her and expected to be a companion to her. How could she ever be okay with that?

Lucien was not the fae she thought he would be, however. The fact she had little to do with him was proof of that. Where she had expected him to be forthcoming and insistent on their bond, he has been the opposite- out of the picture and respectfully so. Their distance had been a physical strain, one she knew to be purely biological but he had listened and demanded nothing from her.

Gazing at him now, she could see him for who he was. Feyre’s friend. Loyal, caring, dependable. Before her like this, he asked nothing of her, only offered an open ear, one she needed so desperately. Maybe it was because of that, because of his quiet acceptance and patience that she continued speaking, honestly and with a heavy heart.

“This isn’t my home. I don’t know if it can ever be. I don’t even think I know what the word means anymore.” Gods did that truth ache.

A flash of understanding passed through Lucien's expression and he appeared to think over his response for a second before speaking.

“What do you want home to mean?”

Elain was struck. What did she want home to mean? The heaviness of the question was unexpected and yet, it pulled on a cord so deep she couldn’t help but tug, searching for her answer. Home. Home should mean a place, should mean family, friends. The words that came up surprised her.

“Warmth.”

Now that she thought about it, when was the last time she had felt it authentically? Sitting here, before this fire, was different. Her chest didn’t hold the heat like it used to, surrounded by her two sisters and her Father, back before everything here. That was a past she could never return, no matter how much it ached; perhaps that’s why it had all been… so hard.

Lucien

Lucien held his breath as she spoke, every word quaint yet charged, filled with feelings so deeply personal he wondered why he had been privy to hear them. Not that he was complaining about it. The truth of it was, everything she was saying resonated so strongly with his own beliefs- the conflicts he had faced and continued to each day.

He should be satisfied with his life. He was safe, protected, surrounded by people who accepted him for who he was and yet… There was always that final piece missing, that yearning he felt to live rather than just exist. As a little boy, he had felt that same gap, even more so in his family home. His brothers were in name only, the weight of his outcast nature isolating him from the warmth he saw between his Father and siblings. Why was he so different? Why did they not love him in the same way? These questions had plagued him for a lifetime.

Feyre had been good to him also. His role in the Night Court was not something he turned his nose up at. It was a stable job that allowed him to do what he did best. He also took deep joy in celebrating with them all over the holidays, laughing alongside new friends and old but, it was never the sense of completeness that he was constantly longing for.

Warmth. There was a great irony in how deeply he related to her truth. Lucien was warmth personified. His upbringing had been surrounded by ‘warmth’ in the Autumn Court and yet, it was more like fire- something that burnt and stung those that fell victim to it. He supposed ‘warmth’ was nothing like that at all. His powers were different, they were innately him, his nature. At times, he felt shame at his abilities: they reflected his heritage in ways he never wanted to be entangled with. But, at its core, there was no element he knew better.

He could provide Elain with what she wanted. He could warm her with his powers, with his words, with his affection. What a painful thing it was to be on the brink of something so great and to withhold it like a forbidden truth. Clenching his teeth to stop the words from dropping from his throat, he watched her carefully. What would Elain want to hear right now?

“I think that’s beautiful…” He started, watching Elains interest slip with slow disappointment. She faced the dwindling flame, her head resting upon her knees.

“Yes…”

It struck him. She did not need to hear approving words, didn’t need someone to be agreeable and offer her no solutions. She had probably had a lifetime of it. He straightened his back, glancing to the ceiling as he recalled a memory.

“When I was a boy, we had this massive oak tree in our back garden.” He started and noted her eyes sliding to watch him.

“Its leaves were every hue of orange and red you could imagine. And its canopy looked like the tip of a mushroom. When I’d hold my hand up towards the sky…” he demonstrated for her, raising her palm upwards as he spoke.

“It wouldn’t even cover half of it- it was that large. It was my favourite tree by far, so grand and majestic and I would spend hours and hours in its shade.”

“What would you do beneath it?” She asked inquisitively.

“Oh, everything. Some days I would draw, read, sometimes even sleep under its cover. The best day I had was when I owned this little paper sword. I would swing it back and forth around it, pretending to fend off monsters from its trunk.” He scoffed at the memory, shaking his head.

“Did they win?”

“Did they win!” He chuckled, eyebrow raising at her sly sense of humour. “Now that is just cruel Elain. I think even I could fend off pretend monsters.”

The small painted smile on her face was all he could ever wish for.

“Anyhow, the tree was planted beside a big window into our home. It was always wide open to allow in the breeze and so, when I was beneath it, I could often… hear the comings and goings of the house.” His grin slipped.

“It was from that place, resting against that great oak that I overheard many things. Hushed talks of diplomacies, debates and arguments, dinner conversation and most poignantly…. celebrations.”

Elains brows sunk at this revelation, the confusion and hurt on her face evident. She went to speak but he continued.

“I was never not invited to those moments but… to say that things were different when I was around would be an understatement. I was just a kid and still, my family, my brothers especially resented me so strongly. It made me so confused.” The tears were caught at the back of his throat and he fought his resolve, trying to keep them from falling. He could not look towards her, in fear of his restraint slipping and the pain becoming too evident.

Elain

Elain could not believe what she was hearing. To know Lucien had suffered so much in his earlier life, had been so alone… her heart sunk for all that he had endured at such a young age. Her own life had not been so perfect as a child, but to be so isolated, in a family that large, she could not imagine the toll it would’ve taken. It was clear from the pained expression that overtook his features just how low the memory was.

A part of her had been relieved when he’d first started the story, grateful that he wasn’t just going to nod and move on from the openness of her confession. Gods knew she was sick to death of being coddled and agreed to. “Yes Elain.” “That sounds nice Elain” “What a good idea Elain”- she was sick of it. However, this was a different type of pain, one she felt within her own bones and chest. She could not help the hand that reached over to grasp his, tentatively and sheepishly.

His eyes were instantly upon hers, his body going deathly still. He did not move away however, only considered her in his gaze. A grateful smile tugged on his lips and it was so bright and warm that Elain was equally as frozen. How could such a small movement have such an effect on her?

“That means to say…” he carried on, “that on some levels and in some ways, I believe I understand. To be without warmth in your home, that is a scar that does not so easily heal and admittedly, makes it hard to find the right, true step forwards.”

“Yes.” Her reply was a little breathless, hardly believing someone else understood it as she did. The words were direct echoes of her own thoughts.

“Where do you go when you don’t know where to look or what to do?” It was a question she aimed less at him and more at herself. A question she had spent the last few years turning and turning in her mind.

“I’ll admit, I don’t have the answer for myself but I think you have to start somewhere.” He gestured to the room before them with his spare hand, signalling to the space.

“If this isn’t making you happy then, despite what feels right, what feels like the acceptable thing to do” he clarified, “then you should explore the alternatives. This world is a lot bigger than the Night Court, regardless of what your sister and the others like to believe.”

“I can’t just… up and leave.” There was a deep sadness to her tone.

“Says who?“

“Says… everyone. I think Nesta would have a heart attack.”

“This is your life Elain, not hers.”

“Then how do you suggest I go… where do I even start?”

Lucien

Lucien was determined. Elains true thoughts and feelings had been blown open wide to him and the doubt that plagued her so closely was fuelled by so many things that he knew to be untrue. She was not stuck here in the Night Court. Not on the level she thought to be. There would be some resistance from others, of course, but when wasn’t there in life? And if it was making her so unwell to be in this place…

A thought hit him. It was wild and childish and completely nonsensical, especially considering this was the most the both of them had spoken in all of those years but, when if not now would be the perfect chance to try? With a newfound determination, the red haired fae placed his free hand upon their joined ones, leaning towards her slightly.

“Come with me.”

“Lucien…”

“Not for long, for a single trip if that’s what you wish. I’m leaving in the morning for another court, relaying some messages and that is all. I could have you back here within the day.”

A small ember of light shone behind the woman’s pupils, it was hopeful and sparked with a sense of hope that he had not seen from her before. It was a stunning sight.

“But Feyre… Nesta…”

“Will be fine. I will even get on my knees and beg before Rhysand if you’ll accept.”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes at his playful nature but the small tug on her lips told him what she would say before she spoke.

“Fine.”

“Fine?” He had to be sure.

“Yes. Yes I will go with you. One trip.” She emphasised, holding her finger up with importance.

“You’d better pack your bags then, lady.”

Lucien grinned, ear to ear, the song in his chest ringing and ringing and ringing.

A/N: I wanted to say thank you for my support on my other fics and to ask for your patience while I figure out Tumblrs formatting- things like this really make me feel my age haha. AO3 will be my next big hurdle. Elucien is a ship I hold so dear and getting to write for them brings me a lot of joy. In the future, I hope to continue pre-existing fics and perhaps open to suggestions for one-shots! All the best :)

#elucien #pro elucien #acotar #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #fanfic

[kararisa]

forged by fire

— from the ashes, i have been reborn

— scaramouche/the wanderer x gn!reader

— cw: blood, you call him Kuni

— author's notes: happy birthday scara my beloved <3 i've been thinking about his trailer a lot so this was inspired by that as well as Arsonist's Lullaby by Hozier. enjoy!

Scaramouche has spent his life wandering, searching, yearning. In all his five hundred years of roaming this accursed earth, his candle has burned dim – seeking something, anything, to fuel his spark.

So he wanders, looking for something just beyond his reach.

A heart. A purpose.

Stillness was what he felt when he first opened his eyes, and like a spark without fuel, he sought to find anything to sustain himself. A golden feather adorns his neck – a symbol of the protection granted to him by the Almighty Shogun, a stark reminder of how he was so easily discarded.

A man finds him soon enough; Katsuragi was his name, and shortly afterward he was introduced to Niwa. Scaramouche settles down, and for the first time, he smiles. The candle in him burns brighter until it becomes a fire – a small, delicate flame, but a fire nonetheless

One can only wonder how a mere flickering fire would fare against a storm.

Corruption ravages Tatarasuna mere days later. Scaramouche had returned from Tenshukaku alone, his pleas for help left unanswered.

He was handed a device, a simple box, and tasked to purge the core of Tatarasuna. So Scaramouche takes the box and ventures into the heart of the tempest.

He stared into the corruption that raged at the heart of Tatarasuna and smiled. He had people to save, he could finally be of use!

But what use is a puppet if all that he cherishes has perished?

In all his five hundred years of roaming this wretched earth, nothing could prepare him for the withered heart in the box that shielded him from the corruption. It was the very fuel he needed, but not the fuel he wanted. A lie, a trick, he wanted to scream.

Laughter echoes in his ears as he drops the beating heart in horror. Blood coats his hands, the scent of iron filling the air as it drips onto the sand.

As he runs away, he swears he can still hear its heartbeat.

In all his five hundred years of roaming this cruel earth, fire has followed him. Consumed him. Ravaged him.

Scaramouche didn’t need air, but he felt like he was choking on smoke. Like a weight on his chest held him in place as he watched the house go up in flames. When does a candle become a blaze? How much can a fire withstand before it becomes an inferno?

What line does a puppet have to cross before he's called a monster?

With the story of the toy soldier fresh on his mind, he picked up the boy’s doll, the heat embracing him as he sat amongst the flames to let them eat at his flesh. Was a real heart what the people found in the toy soldier’s wake, or was it simply ashes in the shape of a heart? Heat spreads through his god-made joints and he’s never felt so at peace staring death in the face, scathing his skin and setting his world aglow with orange hues.

“What a joke,” he laid his head against the wall behind him. He lets his inferno consume him, hoping that whoever investigates the smoldering remains will find a heart, his heart, among the ashes.

Even if it were ashes in the shape of a heart.

“It’s just ashes. Nothing left but ashes,” he closes his eyes and waits for the flames to reach him.

Until he hears a familiar voice, your voice.

"Kuni…?"

His eyes jolted open.

As his eyes adjust to the darkness of the room, he sees the look of concern on your face. Ah, he was shaking.

You take his hand and slowly intertwine your fingers, “I got you, Kuni. I got you.”

Scaramouche scoots closer to you and places his head on your chest. He squeezes your hand as a shaky sigh escapes him. Your heartbeat, a steady beat amidst his chaotic thoughts, helps ground him.

“Do you want me to hold you closer?” you ask.

He nods, not trusting his voice. The two of you scoot closer and you start to run your fingers through his hair.

"I love you. I love you so much," Scaramouche’s voice is unsteady as he looks up at you, "You know that, right?"

"Yes," you place your hand on his cheek and he leans into your warmth, "I love you too."

In all his five hundred years of roaming this earth, all he had was his fire. The fire that once consumed him and burned away his sinful flesh now sustains him. You tore down his walls and threw them into the fire, leaving behind nothing but ashes in his wake.

His vision – his heart – glows on the bedside table, a golden feather adorning it. You, in his arms.

Scaramouche has passed through fire, and amidst the ashes, he has finally found a purpose. He’s found you. His world, his everything.

And that’s more than enough for him.

#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #wanderer x reader #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche angst #scaramouche imagines #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff #genshin angst #genshin scenarios #genshin drabbles

[wizardfrog69]

YOU FEED THE SIGMA NATION, inhaled the tasty sigma crumbs mmmmmmm

Sigma with a gn reader (his s/o👀) that makes a cake for the casinos birthday?? But at the end of the day the reader admits its a form of celebrating his bday (bcs no one knows when he was born)

It can be in headcanon format or whatevers easier for you!! No pressure ofc ofc<333 take your time and pls take care of urself :)

'•.¸♡ Birthdays♡¸.•'

Sigma x reader,

All fluff :)

Also I feel like he's the type of person who would want to experience this kinda thing by himself and with his s/o

It was the casino's one year anniversary, and what better way to celebrate it than to bake a cake!

Sigma did not wany to celebrate the casino's anniversary publicly as he felt it was 'not that important or significant' but you had other opinions.

Maybe sigma thought that the anniversary wasn't important because he didn't have one of his own, per say; maybe he just didn't find any reason to celebrate a casino's anniversary, but you didn't care and still decided to bake a cake this year despite questioning and confused but encouraging comments from Sigma.

You were going to bake a fruit cake with raspberries, blueberries, strawberries and some lemon on top.

Before going to the shop you made a shopping list, the fruit mentioned earlier, rum, edible/decorative flowers, candles for cakes and other stuff just to eat.

The shopping was done, when you got back home Sigma was out working, you told him previously to come back early because of a very important matter which cannot be held back any longer.

And so the baking began, the cake didn't take as long as you anticipated and the decorations came out very nice.

Now it was time to wrap the present, it was a hand made gift, because you knew Sigma loved those gifts the best, the gifts that people put their whole heart in and not barely a piece.

It was later that day, around five when Sigma came, the scent* of cake gently flowing to him while he enters, the living room is decorated slightly with cake and a wrapped present on the table. "Welcome home darling!" You shouted out while going up to him yo give him a welcoming hug. "You baked a cake? For the casino's anniversary?" "Maybe" you reply cheerfully as to not give away the surprise "why won't join me for a slice in the living room?" You sang out in the cheerful toon you seem to be caring round, Sigma only found this delightful and was happy you were enjoying yourself.

He walked in the living room and "Happy birthday!" A shout came from behind him, at first he was shocked with surprise but became over joyed when the realisation kicked in, you were celebrating his birthday, he looked back at you and gave you a big hug, thanking you for such a wonderful gift, tears of happiness forming in his eyes in the process, no one has ever made him such a wonderful prize, dedicating a day just for him and only him, he couldn't help himself and he gave you another hug thanking you again and again, not only for the birthday but for being in his life.

After sometime you two sat down and had some of the cake which you prepared, Sigma had had some cake before but it was mostly store bought, since you were occupied with your job and his baking skills were only developing there wasn't enough time to bake a cake, so when had a bit he was astonished, it wasn't hard to say that this cake was his favourite.

The rest of the day was filled with smiles and laughter as the two of you enjoyed the rest of this special day.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

I hope you will enjoy this :) and happy birthday to anyone who's birthday is today, take care of yourselves everyone and have a good day/night! :)

#bsd #bsd x reader #bsd sigma #sigma x you #bsd sigma x reader #sigma x reader #sigma bsd #sigma #happy birthday sigma #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs sigma

[mystargirl-interlude]

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐌 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌

Birds of a feather series masterlist

Please read warnings before continuing

persephones sweet, sweet sixteen

Ever since her victory tour Persephone felt like she was losing her mind more and more everyday she was going insane. It's only been almost one year since her night at the capital, they only see her as killer and recognized her as someone who death follows wherever she goes.

"Persephone!" She hears a familiar voice knocking on the front door of her new house that was far to big for her.

The sound of her feet padding against the cold wooden floors fill the house. Opening the door shes met with green eyes "finnick? What are you doing here?" She questioned still recovering from the morphiling she took the night before

Her and finnick have grown closer over the course of the last few months, daily trips to the beach, walks to the market, the times she was with him people saw her has herself not just as a killer, he made her better in every way, not just for herself but for the way people viewed her.

The daily trips soon stopped as he began having some work at the capital that he refused to tell Persephone about hence why she was so confused as to why he was at her doorstep

"I was wondering if you wanted to go to the beach for a bit and then to the market.. like we used to" he says rocking back and forth on his heels with a hopeful look in his eyes

"Oh- um sure, let me just grab my stuff and get ready, I'll be fast you can come in" she sputters out not expecting this.

Running upstairs to get ready finnick walks in taking a seat on the her couch, he's familiar with the house as he's been in hundreds of times before. Taking in his surroundings that just scream out persephone as is may be the last time he steps foot into this house.

While gathering her stuff she can't help but think that maybe he's doing this out of pity? Tomorrow is her birthday and this is the first time she's seen finnick in weeks, what would have changed his mind?

"Okay I'm ready!" Persephone says out of breath as she just ran down the stairs

"Almost busted my ass twice but it's whatever" she finishes gesturing her hand to where she just was

"Well, let's get going because I still wanna make it back in time to go to the market before they sell out of all the good stuff" finnick says with a wide grin as he begins walking out of the house.

Letting the ocean consume her whole, head under the water hearing the muffled sound of seagulls from above, opening her eyes feeling the slight burn from the salty ocean she sees finnick looking back at her from under water but his eyes are quickly taken by a school of fish swimming closely by them.

Finnick points to the fish to show Persephone and the muffled sound of laughter fills the surrounding water.

Swimming back up as they can no longer hold their breath anymore Persephone breaks the surface with a loud laugh

"Holy shit I've never seen that before!" She exclaimed wiping the excess water from her eyes

"I swear some of the fish here aren't scared of anything" he replies smiling at her excitement

"If snow could I guarantee you he'd force the fish to fight to the death as well" she says swimming back down underwater.

Smiling down at her distorted figure from the water his smile slowly falls knowing what's to come.

After a few more hours together of swimming and visiting the market Persephone felt at peace for the first time in weeks, no one ran the opposite direction when they saw her, in fact some even told her good morning.

Her and finnick have been watching television for a few hours as ceaser flickerman had his own talk show.

"Persephone, can we talk" finnick says just above a whisper turning to her

Furrowing her brows she gives a confused smile, not knowing what to think by his face which was filled with an unreadable expression

"Yeah, um of course, is everything okay?" She shudders

Grabbing the remote he turns the television off and stands up shakily exhaling

"I don't want to see you anymore."

"Im sorry?" The girl replied questioning if she heard it right

"I don't want to talk to you anymore." He repeats more firm

"What the fuck are you even talking about?" She says in disbelief

"I'm saying I don't want to see you anymore after this. I mean you called me everyday and with the games coming up I can't have you nagging at me every ten minutes" he spits out at her

Jaw slightly open with her eyes watering wondering where this came from she can't seem to get any words out, despite the fact they are in the back of her throat gagging her wanting to come out she can't seem to say anything

I cant do this without you, my feet aren't on the ground I need your body to stand on, your name to define me.

Moments pass of silence, just the heavy breathing of the two victors.

Taking her silence as a response he begins walking to her door

"Have a goodnight finnick, you really need to invest more money into a fucking therapist instead of fishing equipment." Is the only she she said before slamming the door behind him

There was so much she wanted to say and she landed on that instead. ok.

The first thing Persephone did when she woke up was grab a mystery pill from her nightstand, after taking a few she went to wash up, showering and brushing her teeth.

Today was her birthday, today she was going to learn how to breathe

Going down stairs and snorting the rest of whatever she crushed up the night before she hears a knock at the door.

Opening the door shes met with a balding white man.

"Hello miss levito" he says with a sickening smile

"Jesus fucking Christ could my life get any worse" she mutters under her breath

"Hello Mr president, what can I do for you?" Persephone says with an annoyed wide smile

Letting himself in he sits down at her table

"I very much enjoy what you have done to this house"

"Mhm"

"I have a certain proposition for you" he begins to say

"And that is?"

"You see, when a victor is considered desirable to those of the capital, they would love to pay for your time with them..."

Confused for a split second on what he meant

"You know I'm 16 right?"

"Age is just a number" snow smiles at her

"Hm... well I guess saying that makes you and the capital just a pedophile, so what's the worst that can happen" she sarcastically spits out

"I'm not going to be a whore you Fucking psycho"

"Denying of such costs a great amount... I have people everywhere persephone..  with the click of a button I can have your family disposed of if you do not comply" snow threatens

"Fucking do it I never liked them anyway, I would have done it sooner or later" she scoffs

Clenching his jaw confused by her actions and left with nothing else to say

"But don't think for one second that I won't do the same to your little niece"  her voice dropping in tone

"Are you threatening me..?"

"No I'm flirting with you, get the fuck out of my house" she taunts pushing her chair back and walking to the door opening it for him

At a loss for words he walks to the door standing just outside her house looking at Persephone

A moment passing she decides to speak up

"Thinking about it now, I will take you up on your offer, let me know when I get the pleasure of seeing my first client" she smirks at him already deciding on what she wants to do

"See you then, coryo" he looks at her with wide eyes and a clenched shaky hands

Shutting the door in his face she slowly walks up the stairs wondering why she did that.

Sitting on her bed staring at the wall for a few hours contemplating her life she decides to go the beach to vent to the ocean.

Sitting by the shore cursing out snow she hears footsteps behind her

"So like why are we cursing out snow?" The voice from behind her says

Turning around she sees girl that's about her age with long dark brown almost black hair

"I mean like I know he's a total cunt but what did he do now" she adds

"Exist, well besides that I'm trying to forget about his minor fetish" Persephone says

"Does he have a major fetish?"

"No his major fetish is a minor fetish"

"So what's the fetish?"

"I told you, a minor fetish"

"I know it's a minor fetish, whats the fetish for?!" The brunette says, at this point they are both getting annoyed at each other

"Minors."

"Like guys that dig coal, like in district 12?"

"Not those minors" Persephone scoffs

"So shitty baseball players?"

"What? No!"

"The what's the fetish?!"

"Ugh.. him and the capital are into victors under the age of 18..."

"Oh, well I'm not surprised"  she says rolling her eyes sitting next to Persephone

"What's your name?" The victor says to the girl

"Nicole Lynn" she says

"Oh shit you're the mayors kid"

"Yep.. I'm pretty sure his major fetish is also a minor fetish"

"Sums up about every man"

"Mhm...."

Over the course of the next few days Persephone and Nicole have grown closer, attached at the hip Persephone introduced her to mags and Anya, she hasn't seen finnick since that night at her house.

When Persephone and Nicole were together they were literally hell on earth, with their attitude and dark sarcasm, put them two in a room with 12 peacekeepers and the peacekeepers are going to be coming out suicidal

Finnick has been keeping an eye on Persephone from a distance, going to mags to ask her how the young girl is, mags told him about her drug issue, she said that she's gotten worse over the course of a few weeks, he's seen her around with the mayors daughter doing god knows what.

This is persephones sixth time at the capital for a client, not necessarily in their favor but more for her, she doesn't have sex with them instead she makes them hate themselves and then kills them.

Walking down the large marble hallways she turns the corner and slams into a large figure falling right on her ass

"Jesus Christ watch where you're going fatass" she spits out grabbing her weapon filled bag

"Persephone?" A voice she knew all to well says to her

“Oh it’s you, uh sorry you’re not fat” giving him a tight lipped smile she begins walking away but he grabs her gently by the arm

“What are you doing here?” Finnick quietly asks

“I can ask you the same thing”

“I asked first”

“Fine, we both know the reasons why we are here, it’s not rocket science, now get out of my way so I can get this over with, I want to go home.” Persephone says scoffing pushing past him

Looking at her as she walks away he shakily exhales resting his head against the wall behind him but what catches his eye is the dried blood all over the back of her arms and some on her blonde hair.

And they have both gone on with their lives since

Authors note: damn so this was a throw back chapter to explain everything and dark but just a game part two is going to be coming out nexttt and I love Nicole and Persephone so much omfg so expect A LOT more of them and then ganging up on finnick anyway also if you know where the minor/major fetish lines came from ily

#finnick x reader #finnick odair x oc #finnick odair fanfic #finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair smut #thg series #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games

[gumnut-logic]

Sweetapple Slice 7

Alexander Sweetapple series

No one asked a question for this one, I just needed a beach and to visualise something other than suburbia. Unfortunately, the boys are interested in other things and we don't get much scenery.

Just a short one this time, not read through, just thrown up here.

This one happens during that time after 'Along the Way' when Alex first visits the Island.

And if you are wondering why this is Slice 7 and yesterday was Slice 5, Slice 6 is on its way via a different author :D I have no doubt it will appear soon :D

I hope you enjoy this little scene.

-o-o-o-

“So, what’s it like living on your own private island?”

Virgil snorted, and, turning, skipped a pebble off the surface of the Pacific Ocean. It bounced across the smooth glass of the caldera a full six times before disappearing into the turquoise depths.

“As with everything, it has its pros and cons.” Virgil raised his arms, gesturing to it all. “We live in a wildlife documentary with sunsets to die for.” A smirk. “But there is no takeout. Everything on the Island is maintained by us - the housework, the lawn, the electricity, even the sewage.” Virgil’s nose wrinkled up at that last. “A lot of its automated, thank goodness, but where there is automation-“

“There is maintenance.”

“Yeah, that. Self-sufficiency has its downsides.” Virgil looked out at the caldera again. “But then we have all this, all to ourselves. We don’t have to worry about the paparazzi out here, we’re safe on our beautiful island home.” He shrugged. “As I said, pros and cons.”

Alex scanned his eyes around the beach. “You can’t get here without a plane either. I apologise ahead for the lack of surprise visits on birthdays and anniversaries.”

Virgil smiled at him. “We can work something out.”

“Oh?”

But Virgil only kept that smile on his face and said nothing further on the topic.

Okay, play it that way, Mr Mysterious Thunderbird.

And it hit him again. He was on the hidden island of the Thunderbirds.

Virgil chuckled. “You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?” Blushing at least.

“Fanboying fit to bust something.”

“Hey!”

But Virgil had moved in closer, one hand sliding up the side of Alex’s neck and into his hair. It was very distracting. “From one fanboy to another, you are really adorable when you do that.” And Virgil was pulling him down into a soft kiss.

Mmmm.

But before his brain could white out into the pleasure that were this gorgeous man’s lips…

“Wait. You’re a fanboy? Of what?”

Virgil chuckled, soft breath teasing Alex’s neck as dropped his forehead to Alex’s shoulder.

Alex drew him into a hug, hands sliding over well-defined muscle through the light shirt Virgil was wearing. As always, Alex was struck by exactly how incredible Virgil Tracy actually was, what those muscles did on a daily basis, and how unbelievably lucky Alex was to be holding him.

“Have you heard of Kip Harris?” It was said into his collarbone, warm breath teasing the chest hair under his borrowed shirt.

Kip Harris…

“Is he the guy who designed that gas fire suppression regime you used in the Siberian gas fields, end of last year?”

Virgil’s head shot up. “How do you know about that?”

Alex arched an eyebrow. “Fanboy? I know quite a bit about your missions. They are fascinating. The equipment you use, the techniques-“

But Virgil was laughing into his shirt.

“What?”

Those dark eyes looked up at him again, filled with mirth. “Yet you didn’t recognise me when we first met.”

Alex opened his mouth but nothing came out.

Which prompted Virgil to start giggling even more.

“Hey, I’m an engineer. Sometimes I get distracted by cool gadgets.”

The giggles became full-on laughter.

“Well, if you’re going to be like that.” Alex pulled back a little, mock offended.

Virgil grabbed at him. “Hey, no, come here.” The laughter had turned into a struggling fond smile. “I can introduce myself, if you like.” The smile almost broke into a laugh, but the man managed to hold it back. “Hi, I’m Virgil Tracy, the man behind the cool gadgets. Oh, and the coffee. Apparently, I can make cool coffee, too.”

The smile was strained beyond belief and Alex had no choice but to kiss it into submission.

“It’s hot coffee.” Mumbled against soft lips. “Wonderfully warm and hot coffee.”

Virgil didn’t answer, instead using all his many skills to melt Alex under his touch. His big hands roamed up Alex’s back and…

Yeah, he could stop thinking now.

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy #alexander sweetapple #nuttyfic #romance #virgil tracy/alexander sweetapple

[loving-elvis]

“Legacy? What is a legacy? It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see.”

What do you say to a man who’s done so much for you? Who has come back into your life after 20ish years and changed everything for the better? How can you put into words just how much he means to you? It’s damn near impossible, especially for a man like Elvis.

Love of my life,

You were never able to see the depth of your influence, or bear witness to the changes not only in music, but in society that happened because of you.

Instead you became the influence, the blueprint for every single artist who came after you would follow. You did the impossible - combining genres of music in a way that had never been heard of before. You blazed a trail that has yet to be diminished; instead you lit the way for all artists who would continuously be influenced by you. That’s a legacy. That’s your legacy.

You were never able to fully stretch your wings and do that movie you really wanted. 

You always wanted to do a serious picture with a great director, and it may have taken some time, but I honestly feel like you finally got that movie. Your passion, your touch, your love is all over that movie - a movie that has brought an entirely new generation to discover (and some to rediscover) you and your music. That’s a legacy. That’s your legacy.

You believed that you never did anything lasting, that no one would ever remember you. 

The crowds of fans that still pay homage to you all these years later stand in stark contrast to that belief, E. You have touched so many lives with your music, your movies, and the love you shared with your fans. That love that you showed to your fans has only spread like ripples in a pond as the years have gone by. It has spread across the world, bringing legions right to your doorstep. I have never before seen so much love from so many people, and I’m so honored to be part of it 💖 That is a legacy. Perhaps that is the biggest aspect of your legacy.

So when people ask me, ‘How can you love him? He’s dead.” I just have to say that it’s easy. Because he’s not dead. Not really. When someone sits in that theater and watches his story, he’s there. When a young person is given their grandparent’s old Elvis records and listens to them, he’s there. When that record player cracks to life with his music that sounds a fresh now as it did then, he’s there. When fans come together and share their experiences about how he’s changed their lives, he’s there too. 

So in a way, he’s never really gone. Not when the people who love him share the love he had for us.

Happy birthday, beautiful man. You have changed my life in ways I never thought possible, nor did I expect. But I have been so happy ever since, and it’s all because of you. Your humor brightens even my darkest days. Your smile warms my heart. Your music is always playing in the background of my life; so much so that I can’t imagine living without it. Without you. A ‘thank you’ seems so insufficient for everything you’ve given to me, but I think you need to hear it. So thank you, for changing my life for the better 💖

💖💖 I hope you’re having a wonderful time up there, celebrating, throwing the biggest party and filling Heaven with your beautiful music and that contagious laughter 💖💖

#There are so many things I want to say #My heart is aching for him today #I miss him so much #Love of my life #Elvis Presley #Birthday boy

[storyofmychoices]

Happy Birthday, Olivia!

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (F!OC) Book: Open Heart Word Count: ~950 Rating/Warning: General; all the pure fluff with these two

Synopsis: Bryce has a special surprise for Olivia to celebrate her birthday (March 9).

This precious birthday art is by the amazing and talented ArtbyAinna!

Colorful decorations hung on the walls of the pediatric lounge. A large Happy Birthday sign covered the window. Multicolored balloons bobbed around the room, bright and cheerful cards dangling from the ends of their long, shiny gold ribbon. The room hummed with hushed excitement as little faces hid behind whatever they could find to be out of sight of the doorway. 

"I'll be right back!" 

🎈 💝 🎈💝 🎈💝 🎈

Bryce wrapped his arms around Olivia as he found her filling out charts at the nurses' station. "Got a minute?"

She shook her head lightly. "Really? Right now?"

"I'll make it quick!" He whispered into her ear, his breath tickling her sensitive skin. He pressed his lips to her neck, leaving a lingering kiss.

She shivered beneath his touch, her head clouding, thoughts of the file in front of her fading. Her face flushed, matching her copper hair. "Okay."

He grabbed her hand, pulling her forward before she could change her mind.

"Bryce," she giggled in reply as he practically dragged them at a sprint pace. "What's gotten into you?"

"You said quick." He shrugged with a wink in her direction, pressing onward.

Olivia's focus shifted back behind her as they passed by the supply closet they were familiar with (for reasons) without ever slowing. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see." His words dripped with mystery, his smile covering his entire place. 

They turned the corner heading to the end of the pediatric floor that overlooked the front of the hospital. 

"Bryce will you tell me what's going on," she demanded as he guided her forward. 

"Here we are!" Bryce made a quick turn into the pediatric wing's lounge.

Her confusion faded to wonder. "What is all this?" She marveled, her bright eyes glistening, her hand still in Bryce's as he turned back toward her.

A loud chorus of "Surprise" and "Happy Birthday" sang around her cutting off Bryce's reply as children with smiling faces popped out and others rushed into the room.

Olivia didn't know where to turn first. The once quiet scene quickly erupted into pleas for her to read the cards, each child hoping theirs would be the first. They ushered her forward, leaving Bryce to watch as the children doted over her, helping her to the couch and placing a paper crown on her head. Hugs and laughter filled the space as Olivia's heart swelled with adoration and appreciation from all the special attention. 

As the wave of children began to thin, a soft tug pulled at the end of her sleeve. Olivia looked down, finding one of her young patients, curling her finger back toward herself, requesting Olivia to move closer. 

"Happy Birthday," she cheered, throwing her arms around Olivia's neck. 

"Thank you, Maddy." She hugged the girl back.

"Can I tell you a secret," she whispered.

"Of course, you can." Olivia turned her head to the side.

Maddy whispered in her ear, "I think Dr. Bryce like likes you. Not regular like, but the really like likes!"

"You think so?" She feigned shock.

Maddy nodded fervently. "He's looking at you right now!"

Olivia glanced up, trying to temper her growing smile as she met Bryce's warm, adoring gaze. 

"Don't look!" Maddy quickly warned, throwing her little hands in front of Olivia's face. "But did you see his smile?"

"I did!"

"He smiled A LOT when he was telling us about the party. He helped us with our cards, too." 

Olivia couldn't help but steal another glance at Bryce, who was helping a little boy with his juice box. 

"Dr. Olivia?" 

"Yes, Maddy?"

"Do you like like Dr. Bryce back?" Her green eyes shimmered with promise. 

"Can I tell you a secret?"

"Yes! I'm real good at secrets. I never told anyone that my daddy took me for ice cream before dinner, twice! So, I'm a good secret keeper."

Olivia chuckled at the girl's innocence; she leaned closer. "I do like like Dr. Bryce."

"Eeee!" The little girl bounced up and down in place effortlessly as if propelled by an invisible trampoline. "I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!" 

"Shh," Olivia attempted (and failed) to quiet her. "It's our secret, remember!"

"Oh yeah! Well, do you think you and Dr. Bryce will hold hands now? That's what people who like like each other do!" She nodded in agreement with her own words, her feet still bouncing as she danced in place. "Do you think—"

"Why don't we let Dr. Olivia get back to her party?" Maddy's mom swooped in to save Olivia from any more questions from her inquisitive daughter. "Sorry!"

"She's sweet. You know I love our Maddy girl!"

"Bye," Maddy waved before pointing to Bryce. "Go now!"

Olivia giggled, making her way to Bryce.

"What was that about?" His brow rose in question.

"A certain curious little girl seems to think that you might—" Olivia tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and batted her lashes shyly. "Well, she thought you might like like me and that maybe if you did, we should hold hands. What do you think about that?"

He laced his hand with hers, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in reply. 

"So it's true?" She challenged with wide eyes, nudging him playfully with her shoulder.

"It is. I do like like you, Dr. Olivia."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Maddy bouncing again and tugging on her mom's arm while pointing at the two of them. Olivia smiled, brushing a kiss on Bryce's cheek. "I like like you, too, Dr. Bryce." 

A mix of cheers and ooo's surrounded them. Some patients covered their eyes and pulled their faces.

"Thank you for everything."

A/N: Today is Olivia's birthday so I wanted to write something special for her. I hope you enjoy this silly little story with my two favorite rays of sunshine. I know it's not perfectly polished but if I wanted to post on her birthday, I needed to finish up, so here we are.

Thank you for the support and for making it this far. I am truly grateful to each and every one of you. Thank you for supporting my sunshine OTP.

#bryce lahela #bryce lahela x mc #bryce lahela x oc #bryce oph #open heart #open heart 2 #playchoices #choices #choices game #olivia hadley #bryce x olivia #brylivia #somc #lovealexhunt #open heart 3 #oph bryce #fan fiction #fan art #open heart fan art #my commission #brylivia commission #march2023 #fanfiction

[llondonfog]

ok waitwaitwait so. i might be an idiot, but if Lilia came to NRC a year before Silver did, does that mean he left his son alone for an entire year??? like- maybe he visited during the holidays, but thats still probably the longest time Silver had ever been left alone

do you think he got lonely after a while? do you think he often thought about his father and wondered what he was doing and wished time would pass by faster, just so he could see him again? do you think he sometimes went to sleep in Lilia’s room in their cottage because he missed him so much? because i do

Ah, anon, the passage of time—

For humans (especially young teenagers eagerly anticipating the turn of the seasons), time has to be dragged across the floor, kicking and screaming as it claws fingernails against the doorframe in mulish refusal to move any faster than the slowest of syrupy crawls.

For fae, the concept of time is simply a peripheral existence; it is an old friend that pops in from time to time with both kind reminders regarding the bicentennial birthdays of loved ones and sorrowful news of those who time has at long last forgot.

Silver spends each day (when he isn't asleep) keeping to his father's regimen— it's simply unthinkable to do any less! From tending to their land, the everyday chores of their simple home, and of course, the training and lessons Lilia's instructed him to continue in his absence, his hands and mind are kept busy and useful; with the friendly woodland creatures at his side, there's always someone to talk to about his plans for the day, his dreams for the future, and even the worry he tries not to harbor in great amounts for his father's aging signs.

(Is Father sleeping well, who's there to brew him chamomile tea when his night terrors bother him? Is he eating a healthy diet and not terrorizing their Prince or his new dorm with his terrible concoctions? And without Silver to carry heavier loads, is he remembering to stretch his aching muscles and not exert himself needlessly?)

But it's more difficult at night, when the hours grow long and lonely and he strangely finds himself unable to sleep— the cottage is far too quiet without his father's nocturnal rustling, and far too empty without his diminutive figure boisterously taking up space. The feeling lessens somewhat when he takes to old comforts and curls up in what used to be their shared bed, a worn and familiar toy bat smiling down from a wooden shelf at him, and he's soothed away eventually by the comfort of pine and petrichor.

Silver marks the calendar days down in this crushing monotony, until at long last the door to their cabin rattles open and the broom in his hands clatters to the floor in a rare display of unbridled delight. His father has brought Malleus-sama along with him on one of his rarer trips now outside of the castle, and it's a joyous occasion to celebrate their return home for the holidays! He'd almost forgotten what the cottage could sound like filled with his father's gleeful laughter as he uproariously shares tales of the antics they've gotten into with their fellow classmates (something about a bean? Beanfest? Silver can only hope it's not a cooking function—) and Malleus-sama's gentle grace as he smoothly interjects to trim down Lilia's tall tales with a hidden smile of fond amusement.

And as all 'parties' at their house end, Silver finds himself dozing on their lumpy couch, half slumped over on the cushions while his father and Malleus-sama exchange quiet murmurs at the door about upcoming castle functions and field trip permissions. Sleepily, he smiles into a pillow and squeezes his arms tighter around it— they could be discussing the finer points of economic treaties for all he was concerned; he'll never take the sound of his father's voice for granted again.

"You've grown taller," his father murmurs (Had Malleus-sama already left? Had the sky grown darker? Surely he hadn't missed so much?) as gentle fingers still in their path through his hair, and the unusual melancholy tone clangs a discordant note in Silver's ears, ugly and brash like a stain of ink on a pristine page. He wants to get up, to do whatever he can to banish that sound from his father's voice, but he simply cannot, exhausted as he is from the day's excitement.

But that's alright— after all, he has all the time in the world tomorrow, doesn't he?

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland silver #twst silver #lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #lettie's asks #uh #sorry anon i went a LITTLE off the rails there huh #lettie writes