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orbitvenus · 3 years

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this post is inspired by this reblog of mine <33 check it if you want to!!

Pairing: timeskip!Tendou x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff and drabble

Warning: grammar errors, its uhhh cheesy ig, bland dialogues because I suck at them, ooc??? and maybe some swearing

I hope this won't plop😭 also someone help me how to describe other gestures besides the forehead kisses,knuckle kisses and hugs that I always include in my writings

You and Tendou have been together for a long time. When he asked you to join and live with him in Paris, you immediately said yes knowing you'll be fine with him even though you have to leave your home country behind. Moving to another country is pretty tough at first, but slowly the two of you began to adjust and create a routine.

Now, you and tendou are about to celebrate your anniversary. He asked you to dress up prettily. You asked why he just smiled and said this anniversary is much special so its important. You raised your eyebrows as if every anniversary you had with him wasn't special. To you all the anniversaries you had were always special, each one is unique filled with happy memories and for this year you still look forward to what he had prepared.

He told you he will be picking you up later while he will be doing some business. He pulled you close to him and nuzzled his head to your neck like a cat which made you chuckle.

'Keep safe okay.'

'Yes yes no worries babe.' He spoke, muffled because he's still nuzzled on your neck.

He pulled away and looked at you lovingly before leaving. You stood there dumbfounded until the door is shut. He always looks at you with adoration that you never fail to send back at him but you noticed that his behavior today is....quiet weird. You decided to shrug it off.

You took a shower and stepped out to go to your bedroom. In your bed is a box with a note that came none other than from Satori.

'wear this for me.'

-satori♡

You smiled and opened the lid of the box. You pulled out the dress and admired it. Realizing it was the dress you mentioned to him that you've been dying to get. You felt fuzzy and warm with your heart fluttering in your chest realizing he remembered it and got it for you. You made a mental note for yourself to repay him. Snapping out of your daze, you hurriedly dressed up yourself as you saw the clock nearing to the time where Satori promised you to pick you up.

You were still trying to wear your shoes when you heard knocks behind your apartment's door. After finally wearing your shoes, you turned the doorknob and met your boyfriend all dressed up as you.

'There's my baby, I knew it would look perfect on you.'

His words always make you blush even though you two are no longer teenagers.

'Thanks you too.'

You walked near him and fixed his collar, inhaling his perfume as you come closer. You rested your hands on his chest. Taking a look at his form, he looks handsome as ever.

'Babe if you kept staring at me I will definitely melt.'

He teasingly commented. You playfully rolled your eyes at him and grabbed his hand to leave even if you don't have any idea where he will take you.

'Lets go now, don't want us to be late yeah?'

You were met with the breeze coming from the sea while walking, hands in hands with Tendou. Looking around the place is quiet with only the two of you walking towards a boat. The boat is decorated with flowers and battery operated candles we don't want any incidents to happen don't we. Tendou was first to step inside the small boat and held out his hand.

'Hop in my lady~'

He said it while looking at your eyes and grinning. You took it and stepped in with him while he's keeping the boat steady.

'Careful..careful okay there'

You got in and he gestured you to sit down. You sat opposite of your boyfriend and beside you is a picnic basket with wine and two wine glasses along with some food inside. Satori pushed the boat so it will move further to the sea and began rowing. While he was rowing you took the time to admire everything including him. He's still pretty muscular even if he already quitted volleyball but he continued to maintain his physique by exercising from time to time. The sun is beginning to set, casting the skies a beautiful orange glow.

Satori stopped rowing the boat and looked at you. Seeing that awe struck expression in your face, he knew he succeeded again. You felt his eyes on you and faced your body towards him.

'So....where did you learn how to row?'

'One of the locals who rents boats taught me how, to be honest I thought it was gonna be easy but I was wrong.'

You laughed lightly and continued to chat with him. While talking you two also started to drink the wine and eat the food that was prepared on a small table he brought out.

The amount of happiness you felt at this moment will never compare when you celebrated your first anniversary together. You continued laughing with Tendou when a latern caught your attention. You stopped and observed. Satori also kept quiet to observe you to see how you will react to his surprise.

It already got dark, luckily the candles and the street lamps are kept the place illuminated. That later changed when the laterns began to come out and light up the sky. Your eyes followed the laterns. At that moment it was so beautiful, you don't know if its a coincidence or part of your boyfriends plan.

You felt as if you were in the scene from Tangled. You were far too amazed to even notice your boyfriend. While you were excitedly admiring what he prepared, he took his time to prepare himself on the question he's been dying to tell you.

He knew it's about time for you to know when he was sleeping beside you one night.

He was just staring at the ceiling and he can't sleep while you were peacefully sleeping on top of him. He looked at you and realized after all you two have been through you still stuck with him. He remembered how you listened and comforted him from his insecurities. How you greeted him with a hug everytime he returns home from work. He even remembered how you kept practicing to cook for him. He remembered how he met you and how you got together with him. Everything, you're always there with him. He doesn't want to let you go and felt that he needs to confirm that you and him will be with each other forever.

He looked at the calendar besides him and saw your anniversary date. He thought about it and realized he had enough money to buy you the ring you wanted. Funny how it seems the universe is inclined with his intentions. He will have to start planning to propose to you but first he needs his sleep while keeping his arms around you.

'Y/n...'

'Hmmm?'

You responded but still enraptured by floating lanterns. He coughed and caught your attention.

'I know it was a big decision when I asked you back then to come with me here in Paris. I was prepared to hear your rejection back then but your excited yes shocked me a little.......'

He continued to say what he had always wanted to say to you. You started to tear up feeling overwhelmed by his confession. Somehow this scenario feels oddly similar to his first confession to you and hit you with nostalgia.

'Now I wanted to ask you to um...'

He felt flustered and his heart beating. He sighed before continuing and brought out a small box out of his pocket. He placed it on his palm and slowly opened it. Now is the time to ask the big question.

'Y/n L/n will you marry-'

'Yes!'

You happily interrupted him and threw your arms around him, burying your face to his neck to avoid seeing you in tears. Tendou is shocked and happy at the same time now that you said yes, you still have to wear the ring which you haven't done yet. He was about to take your hands and slid it on your finger when you hugged him.

He patted your back and smiled also starting to feel his tears build up when he realized you were crying.

'Hey- come on now I don't want to see you crying.'

He shushed you softly. You calmed down and backed off. You were still wiping your tears off you cheeks with your other hand when he slid the ring on your finger. You kept rubbing until you peeked your eyes open and saw the ring.

The tears began to build up again and you cried. Thinking what you did to deserve such man like him, he surprised you too much today you can't help but feel overflowing joy and love. You try to form words but the hiccups are preventing you and trying your best to wipe off the endless tears from your eyes.

Your attempt to dry them off fail until you felt Satori your now fiancé, use his handkerchief to help you. You finally looked at him through blurry eyes and saw how he was also crying while looking at you. Your hand reached out to his face to dry his tears.

He held your hand on his face and brought it near his lips to kiss your ring. His gesture made you cry harder.

'Damn it Satori! Stop making me cry you dummy.'

You finally spoke again. You made him laugh and stop his tears. Tendou tried to help you clear the tears from your cheeks again until its gone.

When you two both calmed down, he pressed his forehead against yours and connected his lips to yours while both of his hands are cupping each sides of your face. The kiss made you feel like fireworks soaring in the sky. He stopped and murmured against your lips.

'I love you so so much, thank you for being with me and loving me I promise to cherish you for eternity my paradise.'

'I love you so much too Satori...more than you would ever know.'

He let out laugh from your words. His laugh made you feel giddy. His yours and you are his officially.

'You know babe our setting really reminds me of that scene from Tangled.'

'Well...where did you think I got the inspiration from?'

Notes:duck im tired im also on low battery bye now- I have to rush the ending because I was at like....5% 😭😭😭 anyway thank you for reading!! Feel free to like and reblog if you like it <33

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kaleidescope-writes · 3 years

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Domestic King!Thomas Hiddleston Headcanons

Based on Heart of/Life in Audrilluria.

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Warnings: Extreme Fluff!! Soft Tom, Tom in general (this man needs a permanent warning), the Wonderful White T-Shirt, mentions of seggs, and some hecking words.

When it cames to Thomas, domesticity isn't something very common (given the uh... you know... king status). However, this only makes it even more special and cherished when you have a day off.

On the rare occasion you have a day off, the morning will start late, waking up at 10 am rather that 6 am as usual. Normally, you're awakened by a knocking at the door.

For these days, Thomas makes plans weeks in advance. Plans for the two of you to do absolutely nothing all day. He's a king 24/7. He needs at least one day every so often to relax and remember what it was like to interact with others for something other than royal business.

When the knocking at the door wakes you up, Thomas INSISTS on opening it himself and letting you rest a little longer. He's a gentleman, afterall. After greeting the person at the door, he walks back in with a cart containing breakfast. An assortment of your favorite fruit decorated as if they were flowers. A couple plates of your preferred breakfast meal. And a fresh beverage of your choice.

Thomas walks over to you, greeting you in a soft, deep voice still croaking with sleep. Placing soft kisses all over your face and neck with every word he speaks, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest. Now sitting on the bed with your back pressed to his chest, he let's go momentarily to bring you breakfast in bed.

After enjoying a meal in bed and having a few extra cuddles, you both get ready for a day to yourselves.

Thomas is definately dressing up casusal for once in his incredibly busy life just to have a nice relaxing day with you. Honestly, you're surprised he owns a T-shirt. Nonetheless, you spend about half an hour admiring how good he looks in that snug white shirt. (You know the one ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

He notices you staring. Its kind of obvious. He lets you look just a little longer, smugness building, before he smirks letting you know he knows. "See something you like, darling?"

Immediately walks over to hug you whe you get flustered after getting caught. Continues to tease, but lets you hide your face in his chest.

Or maybe, you get smug too. If you do, be prepared for his to retaliate with every ounce of smoothness in this man's body. It's enough to almost make your knees give out... Almost... If you keep going, he will persist, his only objective is to make your knees weak only so he can help you stand. If he is unsuccessful, well, let's just say he knows other ways to complete his objective. And well, he'll probably need to call the servers to send up a late lunch and skip dinner. Just to give you a small break to replenish your energy before the next couple rounds. 😘

That damned white shirt is magical.

Anyhow, the rest of his day off is spent in the massive castle library. Remember the one from Beauty and the Beast? That big. Its a damn maze. (An it also has a directory).

You spend the whole afternoon or evening( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) either reading while cuddling with him on one of the many couches in the library, having him read to you in his soothing voice, or discussing books you've read in a miniature book club. It's such sweet way to bond and you'd expect nothing less from the educated gentleman that is your majesty<3 boyfriend.

You count of time every day off, just because it's too peaceful to think of anything else. The latest you've stayed in the library is half an our past midnight. And just because one of the castle guards went looking for the two of you to let you know it was already tomorrow.

Every once in a while, one of the servers will stop by and bring you food and beverages just to make sure you don't spend too much time without sustenance.

After a long day of just being a couple, you retire to your shared room, eyes heavy with sleep. The entire time it takes you two to get to the bedroom, Thomas has his arms around you, holding you close while continuing to have a conversation with you. (By the way, The look he gives you as you talk about anything at all tells you just how much he loves everything about you. The softness in his eyes as he hangs on to every word you speak)

As soon as you get to the room, he will pull you towards the bed and lay down with you. He'll wrap his arms around you tightly and not let you go, despite your protests (or lack of).

He won't even worry about changing out of his day clothes. It just you and him in a blissful moment that he wishes would last forever.

Once sleep starts to creep into your eyelids, Thomas will kiss your forehead, lulling you to sleep as he tells you about how much he enjoyed the day spent with the love of his life.

The final thing you hear before finally giving in to your tired mind is his soft voice.

"Goodnight, my love."

This was long overdue, but it's finally done. I wanted to have this done yesterday for his birthday, but life happens and my wifi agreed. Anyway, thank you so much for reading!! I'm sorry for my recent inactivity, I am making an effort to post everything that is overdue, but it'll take some time. I hope you enjoyed, I missed you all, and I hope all is well in your small corner of the world.

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ceo-of-daichi · 4 years

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Characters ~ Iwaizumi Hajime x Fem!Reader

Summary ~ Marrying the love of your life was honestly nerve wracking, will his best friend be able to help. Will everything go as planned?

Genre ~ So much fluff your teeth might rott

Warnings ~ Too much fluff, Wedding day jitters

Word Count ~ 1.7k

A/N ~ So my last Iwa fic did a lot better than expected... its actually close to 100 notes which is CRAZY. So here is another!! Thank you @tedwardos for proof reading it!! My next fic will be Daichi and might even contain smut because i am h word 25/8.

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Your wedding day. A day for you and the one you pledge yourself to for life. However with that also comes a hell of a lot of stress, wedding day jitters and just general nervousness. You were currently feeling all of these emotions as you sat as still as you possibly could on a chair while a makeup artist worked on your face. Having not gotten much sleep the night before she was furiously concealing under your eyes.

‘I thought they tell brides to get their beauty sleep the night before their wedding,’ she angrily states as she pounds at your under eye with a beauty blender.

‘Yeah they do, but i had trouble sleeping…’ Chuckling nervously as you remember the events from last night, biting your lip lightly.

‘Anyway I'm sure everyone has trouble sleeping the night before their wedding, it's nerve wracking you know’ You shake away the previous thoughts in your head as you speak.

‘I wouldn’t know i have never been married’ As she said this you suddenly began to feel awkward as you let her finish your makeup.

Sitting back in your seat the makeup artist holds up a mirror so you can see the finished result. Your skin looks flawless, like it had been photoshopped almost, not a slight line in sight. The bags under your eyes, completely gone. The eyeshadow she had gone for was a red/pink smokey eye, complimented by a pair of gorgeous lashes and winged liner. Your breath caught in the back of your throat as you looked yourself over, you were sure this was the best you had ever looked in your life.

‘Well don’t you look ready to be wed’ Oikawa pointed out as he walked in, a big smile adorning his features. He looked more handsome than usual, wearing a navy blue tux and waistcoat with a golden tie.

‘Says you… I love the tie…’ You smiled as he straightened it and did a pose, before making his way over to you, carding his hand through your hair.

‘Well i’m glad you chose gold and white for the theme, i think gold is my colour’

‘Yeah I agree, have you got any idea what you want to do with my hair’ You ask him curiously. Last year he had revealed he was quite good at styling hair, and you thought why not save yourself some money, letting him do yours for your wedding.

‘I actually have the perfect style in mind [y/n]-chan! Don’t worry about a thing!’ As he started to run a brush through it, he sighed deeply. Closing your eyes due to the relaxing feeling, he must have realised you were most likely nervous. Which you definitely were.

‘While I'm doing your hair, spill everything’ He almost demanded, but you were thankful, the next 40 minutes you told him everything.

How you were worried you would regret it, even though you loved Iwaizumi with all your heart, marriage is a big thing. Maybe you should have waited? Most marriages end in divorce, what if you and him are in that percentage. What if you tripped down the aisle and embarrassed yourself? Let's put it this way… there were a lot of what ifs. Oikawa did his best to calm you down, and reassure you and surprisingly he was good at it.

By the time he had finished your hair you were feeling a lot more relaxed. The style he had chosen was pinned up at the front, with small gold flowers at either side transitioning from your hair to the veil perfectly. However he had left the back and bottom sides out so they flowed over your shoulders and down your back, in perfect corkscrew curls.

‘It’s...It’s stunning Tooru…’ You smiled wide as you looked at the style, it worked perfectly with your dress.

‘Well I got to make sure my best friend's fiance looks amazing for their wedding, don’t you think?’ He returned your smile, admiring his work.

‘I’m glad Hajime has you… even though he aggressively shows it, he really appreciates you. Now go before you make me cry and ruin my makeup…’ Trying to control the floodgates that almost opened, you gave him a soft smile as he left.

Taking a deep breath, you got up from the chair that had been your home for the last couple of hours. Slowly making your way over to the full length mirror you finally got to look at yourself, all elements finally coming together. It took everything in you not to cry, you had really picked the perfect dress. Lacey full length sleeves that stopped at your shoulder, before curving their way into the dress, leaving your chest and collar bone area exposed. As you looked down, the way the soft white material hugged your hips before poofing out slightly over your bum, made your heart warm. The length itself wasn’t overly long, just enough to scrape the floor, but not enough to be picked up. It was your dream wedding dress.

This is when it hit. You were marrying the love of your life in the next 10 minutes. Hajime. Your very reason for existence will be standing at the end of the aisle waiting. This one thought made your heart beat out your ribcage, he will be there waiting as always. He was always so patient, always understanding. People just saw him as cold, and incapable of complex emotions, but you saw the real him. He let you in.

It was then that you heard a gentle knock at the door, your dad. You had a short conversation before he linked arms with you. Handing you a beautiful bouquet, to hold as you walked down the aisle. Leaving the room it was a short walk down the corridor to a set of double doors. The bridesmaids had already walked down, everyone was where they should be. It was finally time, your veil softly placed over your head as the doors were opened.

Walking through the double doors everything went in slow motion. The aisle and room were decorated with navy hangings and golden ribbons. Each chair had a white lace covering, with golden flowers to accent. As you admired the room, your eyes finally met his. Your breath hitching, he looked handsome as ever. His navy tux matching Oikawas, however, his tie was white with golden flowers embroidered on, smiling so brightly he could light up a room. Suddenly all your worries and fears disappeared and all you could think about was him, and how this was the right decision.

As you reached the end of the aisle, you handed the bouquet over to your maid of honor. Before your father handed you over to Hajime, telling him to look after you. Smiling at him brightly you could see the tears slightly welling in his eyes, making you follow suit. You couldn’t cry though, not yet.

‘You look beautiful [y/n]...’ He whispers in your ear as you walk up to the vicar, making you blush lightly.

‘And you look dashing Hajime’ Returning his compliment you notice a slight perk in his lips.

That's when the ceremony began, the vicar saying everything he had to say, then came vows. The bit you were almost dreading, you had memorised everything you wanted to say to him. But when he looked you in the eyes, would you be able to recite it? Slowly but surely the time came, Hajime went first.

‘[y/n]... Since I saw you across the hall that one school day, I knew I had to make you mine. Since the faithful first date, to the many days that followed, I fell deeply in love with you. After that I knew this was it, you were the one I wanted to have all my firsts with. I’m so glad you let me experience them with you, and now standing here with you. I want to let you know how much I care, I hope you will have me. So being here with you right now, I promise to love you for you, I promise to cherish and protect you.In sickness and health. Forever and always. I love you [y/n]. Till death do us part.’

His tears had slowly manifested themselves throughout his beautiful vow, and yours had started slowly falling down your face as well. He really was someone you wanted to be with forever, your heart felt so full as you took a deep breath and started your vows.

‘Hajime… I knew from the first date we went on, when you took me to the little coffee shop in town. I knew that I wanted to be with you for a long time, did i predict i would marry you? No, I don’t think anyone thinks about that at that age, however being up here with you now I know I made the right decision. I love you with all my heart, and I promise to be spontaneous, to cherish all the time we have together. I promise to dream with you and always be your biggest fan, till death do us part. I love you Hajime, forever and always.’

By the time you had finished reciting your vows, you were sobbing. This was it. It was you and him now against the world. Smiling through your tears you noticed he was crying just as much as you were. Meant to be. Made for each other. Soulmates. That's what your friends had said, and as you both stood with each other you realised they were right.

Slipping your wedding bands on you couldn’t help get lost in your thoughts. The future seemed so bright with him by your side. So much to experience and he would be with you every step of the way. Looking up at him he lifted your veil, seeing your slightly smudged makeup due to the tears he couldn’t help but smile.

‘You may now kiss the bride’ The vicar stated as he finished off the ceremony. You looked up at Hajime but you couldn’t wait too long before pressing your lips onto his, in a passionate kiss. Letting all your emotions that you felt drain into it, you could feel him smiling against your lips as he did the same. You couldn’t wait for a future with him. Forever and always.

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lady-therion · 4 years

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Elriel prompt: “Dandelions ARE weeds” (In light of spring and how those yellow monsters are coming to plague us ALL)

A/N: I decided that I wanted to cut out hearts today. Slightly NSFW.

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With You, in the Shadows

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Elain knows that her lover can be cold.

Colder than the unforgiving winters spent in her father’s cottage. Colder than the unfathomable depths of the Cauldron. Colder than death. For even death can be merciful and Azriel is not. She knows that he’s not.

But she lies with him anyway. He may be as sharp as a dagger’s edge, but he has always been soft with her. His family.

“You’re a gleam in the dark,” he told her one night, driving into her body at a slow and torturous pace. He consumed her, devoured her, engraved every sigh and scream into his memory. When it comes to her pleasure, Azriel is attentive, precise. “I will never stop craving you.”

It’s true. He never did.

But for all his boundless devotion, his hatred is immutable; as much a part of him as his shadows are. He hides it well. He’s had centuries of practice. To enemies, it appears as a mask of civility and decorum. In fact, the angrier he grew, the more charming his mask became. The time to truly fear him is not when he snarls or clenches his fist. It’s when he greets you with a courtier’s smile and a deferential bow. Elain knows this because she wore that mask too, once upon a time. In ballrooms, in dining halls, in champagne parlors. It is the perfect tool for a spymaster to trap unwitting flies.

Though what Azriel could conceal from others, he could not do so with her. They share no bond. They share something else — she is the only living being who can hear the song of his shadows.

Today that song is filled with discord. So when she finds him in their garden, still as a statue, she bids him to lie in the grass and place his head on her lap. Then she smooths over his hair until he thaws.

Then he thaws.

“My father’s wife did not keep a garden,” he tells her, slowly.

His father’s wife, she thought, the woman who kept him locked away because she abhorred his mother.

“When I was…released for the day, they would take me in chains to stand in a stone courtyard. I yearned to see the sun, just as I yearn to see you.” He twists a lock of her hair around his fingers. “Besides that, I saw dandelions growing through the rock. Green and growing things did not thrive in my cell. So I did not know what they were, at first. I asked my half-brothers if they were flowers.” He paused. “Then they told me no, they were dandelions. They are weeds, and are unwanted. Just like you.”

Elain does not offer him platitudes or pity. She knows this is not what he needs. No, what her beloved needs is for someone to see his pain, to honor it, and know that it will be with him forever. Just like his scars.

“I had a childish wish that I could be like those dandelions. To be able to drift away, somewhere else on the wind.” He closes his eyes when she leans down to kiss him. I’m here, her kiss says. I’m with you.

“Elain,” he whispers, like a prayer. “Why do you stay?”

He asks her this from time to time, especially when he feels melancholy.

Because she had once been a fixture in those glittering and golden worlds, and found them false and wanting. Because she had once put her faith in a man who would rather cherish his self-righteousness than cherish her as a wife. Because she had fallen in love with the darkness, as her younger sister did, and realized that she had never felt safer than in the arms of the abyss.

“Because I would rather be here with you, in the shadows.”

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Thanks for reading, loves.

And thanks for the prompts ;)

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zwiezraczek · 4 years

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My Bijou: Ben’s pov (request)

My Bijou: y/n's pov - My Bijou: part 3

Warning: suicide attempt

Note: Wowie, tonight I wrote two texts like... Okay me. I don't know from where this boost comes from but I'm thankful. I hope you'll enjoy it lovelies! 💕

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What Ben never anticipated, was falling in love with y/n. Falling so deep he couldn't breathe, he couldn't act as he wanted to but be goofy and not as he wanted to be. Y/N liked it anyway.

And when he got that text from her, his heart almost missed a beat – it did. He didn't pay attention to his family asking him what was going on as he grabbed his car keys and ran out the house, composing the emergency number before sitting behind the steering wheel. He hoped he wouldn't be too late.

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It all had started in kindergarten. He found her very nice and “adowable” as he used to say to his mother when she picked him from there and wanted to invite her for his birthday. And then she invited him. He chose the biggest present he could – his parents could afford – and gave it to her, and she hugged him. And he felt warmth, he felt happiness and joy. And in his little mind of his, he knew he wanted that person to be by his side forever.

And they grew up together, in summer camps, during birthdays, in the same classes if they were lucky enough... They had each other, and that was all what mattered. Until the day he kissed her. She had his blonde locks around his fingers, she looked at him for a long moment. She blushed when he looked at her with a smile. Ben never really knew what had happened to him on that day, from where this boost of confidence came from. The next thing he knew, he kissed her – asking her if he could. The tenderness of this moment never really went away.

And during seven years, both of them held hands and exchanged laughs. Ben began to work as an actor, and her pretty face quickly interested some model agencies. And they loved each other, but not with the same fire anymore. And it hurt to break up, how it did hurt. Ben said that if it was what she wanted, he understood it – he never really healed from this break up. He often thought at night what went wrong, what he could have done for herto feel happier with him.

But as he thought about it, life caught up on him. He got his first role in a soap opera and she was the first to know about it. Her career seemed to be thriving, and her smiles only warmed Ben's heart. He was happy as long as she was. And she truly seemed to be, behind her glistening eyes. Sometimes, she would call him to talk about her days and to complain about some silly things and they would share a laugh as they used to.

Slowly recovering from his pain, Ben began to catch feelings for his co-star in the series. The one who played his girlfriend. He never really knew if these were feelings or only affection-seeking, but all he knew was that they both wanted something more out of this relationship. He couldn't hide it from y/n for a long time, so he told her about his feelings and she smiled as she used to, asking questions as when they were twelve and he had a crush of one of the campers they met.

But what Ben had forgotten, was the media. Before announcing anything to his family and friends, he wanted to take it slow. He talked with the girl, offered her flowers from time to time and even invited her to a restaurant – one of y/n's advice. And as soon as he stepped out the restaurant, holding the girl's hand, he saw a countless number of flashes blinding him. He heard clicks and people calling out his name. He wished y/n was here, with him. But instead, his co-star squeezed his hand with a smile and for a moment, he forgot about everything. Until the next morning, when he saw the pictures all around the internet. All his anxieties kicked in at once. The more he looked up his name on internet, the more anxiety he had but the more he wanted to know about what people said about him. And he spent the whole day under his blanket, checking his name – to the point that his mother told him to stop it – and secretly waiting for y/n to send him a message. He wasn't strong enough to be the first one to talk, he needed help. But what he didn't know, was that she needed it more than him at that moment.

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“We maybe were destined to spend the rest of our days with each other, like two lovers... Maybe forever, maybe not. I loved you Jonesy, and I hope you'll be happy, forever, my Jonesy. I love you.”

First, confusion invaded his mind. He couldn't properly grasp what happened. And then “loved” made it all clearer. For a moment, all his thoughts were gone and his instinct made him do things he never would. Without thinking about it twice, he took his car and let his mother wait for an answer from him as he ran out the door.

His hands were shaking after he called an ambulance. His sweaty palms guided sharply the steering wheel, making him break the law a few times – and honestly he couldn't care less about it. He would never be thankful enough for insisting on having keys to y/n's apartment in case she would lose hers. And here, she was losing not her keys, but her life. When he opened the door, a scent of alcohol penetrated his nostrils and he immediately knew. He rand through the corridor to the living room and he saw her, sitting on the carped, on the floor, her head on the couch as her eyes were blank and her mouth slightly open. Halsey. Her deadly songs.

She looked happier than she was for the past few months, she looked at peace with herself. A peace of mind she seemed to achieve by trying to kill herself. She smiled at him, as he hugged her for a moment, trying to feel the pulse of her heart. The tears were already in his eyes, and his voice became weaker with sobs.

“Stay with me,” he whispered, hoping she would hear him. He felt awful for not noticing how much she must have suffered during the past months, how much pain she hid under her smile and how much pain he had caused her. He couldn't lose her. Not now. Never. And she smiled, a fainted smile which made him cry even more.

“Forever, my Bijou,” she whispered before drifting away.

She called him her Bijou, a word she cherished with her heart. He prayed for her to survive, he couldn't do too much as he checked on her pulse, his eyes puffy and red until the doctors came to take her to the hospital. He insisted on coming with them, holding her hand. He prayed every God during these minutes that seemed to last forever. He prayed in front of the block where they tried to save her. He knew he couldn't lose her, not again. Not now.

And only when the doctors came out of the block, with some good news, he could feel her body relax before he let his tears run down his face. He promised himself that when she would wake up, he would be there for her, forever, by her side, as a friend, as a lover, as her soulmate.

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bowieandqueen11 · 5 years

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Perfect Match / Richie Tozier Imagine

Request: Hey, Legend! Can I request something raising the question, What would it be like for Richie T pining after a reader not as vulgar or sarcastic, someone more tame with a big heart who still loves his personality? Thank you for your time and consideration!

@savethehoneeybees omg my love this is so cute just my heart melts ;’) <3

Camping, to be completely honest, was not one of the things Richie Tozier believed he would be doing this summer. Yet you had raised it, and all the other Losers seemed to agree, and he wasn’t about to disagree with anything that came out of your mouth. So here he was, his hands fumbling with the tent poles that only seemed to fall out from his grasp, swatting little gnats away from his eyes as he squints out from behind his glasses at you, anger bubbling in his heart that Bill had managed to persuade you to share a tent with him instead of Richie. You laugh, your hand coming up to clench over your heart as you throw Bill a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that an unexpected warmth rushes through Richie, and he has to blink and look away before anyone notices the slight rush of pink that tinges his cheeks.

Daring to shoot you yet another burning side glance, his eyes quickly gazing over the tip of your nose and the slight crinkles underneath your eyes before Mike wanders over from the edge of the pond to elbow Richie lightly in his ribs with a knowing grin, Ben shaking his head from where he and Bev were standing next to the car, watching the scene unfold yet again. As you were innocently talking to Bill, you had no idea that normal thoughts were barely forming in Richie’s mind before they were replaced with the melancholy longing and the fantasies of what could be if he were only brave enough to tell you how he felt.

He had daydreamed about every feature of your face for as long as he could remember living in Derry, he recalled every way he had ever seen you wear her hair during the cherished time he had spent in your company, he had logged all of your quirky mannerisms to his brain.

Sitting himself down on the grass overlooking the campsite’s pond, Richie pats the spot next to him with a slight huff as his eyes never leave your cheeks, beckoning Eddie to drop the rest of the poles and to follow suit, not without a resigned sigh from Stanley who stops trying to fold up his trousers for the week back into his suitcase, his curls shaking gently as he sits down as slowly as an old grandpa on Richie’s other side, unable to stop himself from cautioning them that ‘there’s poison ivy all over this campsite, and I’m not rubbing cream all over Richie’s back again.’

Richie lies down next to him, electing to ignore this outburst as he places a thin blade of glass in between his clenched teeth, choosing to spend the afternoon when you and Bill finally decide to join the circle of Losers entertaining you all with various terrible jokes, constantly kicking against your leg as a chorus of ‘beep beep, Richie’’s fill the afternoon breeze. You can’t help it, the peals of laughter that bubble out your throat and make you stick a fist into your mouth, biting down painfully to stop the laughter as Richie sits up onto his elbows, looking overjoyed, but also slightly pained. He thought the jokes might be able to mask the heartache he was feeling, but sitting in such close proximity to you only made his mouth twitch into a frown.

‘Hey, I know’, you begin to say, ‘we should all roast marshmallows!’

‘We should all roast Eddie’s shorts that his mom buys for him’, Richie half grumbles back, but his heart begins to pound again and fill him with a new hope as you giggle softly back.

‘Beep beep, Richie’, you whisper, winking at him before pushing yourself up to try and find the food bag Ben had left in the car. You don’t notice Richie lean up onto one elbow, gently pushing the rim of his glasses back up the tip of his nose as he watches you walk away, a dopey, love sick grin lighting up his face and making his chest weak.

The sunny afternoon became a sultry mid-spring evening, and the shore by the lake was as flat and as shimmering as any mirror, lying on the edge of the campsite without a ripple in the silver-blue water as if time itself had been frozen. From the tall pines around the edge came not a sound, no movement of branches, no birds calling, it was only the eight of you alone in this perfect bubble. In the turquoise watery mirror was only the constellations, starlight so old and young, and a few littered rocks surrounding the edge as if you had reached the edge of a mountain trail, the cool breeze welcoming.

Richie shifts uncomfortably, a quiet grunt escaping his frowning mouth as he rustles around, his bottom landing stiffly on some jagged rocks which bite into his skin. He would tell you later when you both arrived home that he had jumped slightly, kicking Eddie in the shin, swearing little piranhas had managed to rustle underneath the soil of the hillside as Eddie kicks him back, a loud huff bubbling out of his mouth.

Squinting desperately in the darkness that swirls in front of his sparkling doe eyes like sullen clouds covering the sun, his arms hit against the side of his lime green sleeping bag, a large yawn shaking his body as he tries to unzip himself and reach out, his fingers craving the warm touch of your arms, the intimacy of your skin, the smooth curve of your nose as he traces his finger over the tip. Smiling to himself, his hand clamps down onto where you had lain next to him in his dream, before his face drops as his fingers fall down heavily onto a small frame, who happened to be awake, and very angry.

‘Jesus Richie, I swear to god if you start making those weird kissy noises you make whenever you dream about y/n, you are so out of here. There are wolves and coyotes and hell maybe even bears in this forest, but you’re taking your chances out there, because I swear to god if I come back with bloodshot eyes because I haven’t been sleeping, my mum is going to freak out, she already thought this was a bad ide-’

‘Shut up, Eddie!’ Richie and Eddie look at each other in slight confusion, before they realise the voice floating through the darkness had been that of Stanley’s from the next tent over.

The tent begins to whistle like wolves pattering through the darkness of a midnight forest as Richie rubs his hands gently over the shaking muscles in his arms, Eddie collapsing back down next to him and pulling the sleeping back bag up to his ears. Richie’s own ears perk up slightly, his head tilting in the dim as he hears something, a slight jangle that sounds like your voice coming from outside.

Pitching himself up, he walks through the waving flap of the tent, welcoming him out into the darkness and the stream of crickets chirping their symphonies. Walking out onto the dewy grass, he hums contentedly to himself as he hears you singing softly in the night air, your voice beautiful and angelic in his ears as he stops for a moment, taking in the pine trees that shake in front of him like slow dancers swaying in time to the music you’re creating, your voice a strange kind of magic that lets the drooping flowers hanging in thick bushes around the hilly campsite raise their velvety heads, breathing a new life into their silky petals and into Richie’s lonely heart. He follows the sound of your voice, his feet crunching against the ground and becoming lighter with every step as he spots you, your legs lying long against the dusty dirt of the ground, your hair whipped around a stout log as the fire burns ferociously by your feet, but you pay no notice. Your attention is on the stars twinkling above your head, bright and distant and so full of wonder. Richie’s attention is on you.

He settles beside you, his eyes twinkling like broken glass as his gaze settles onto your face, his shirt landing heavily on to your side. You grin slightly, your singing dying to a hum as Richie gazes at you expectantly.

‘Hey, I have an idea!’, you start, ‘I couldn’t sleep anyway. Take my hand!’

‘What-what do you mean?’

‘Come on, we’re going to dance! It’s a beautiful night for it.’

Your shoulder begins to shake lightly, your head beginning to move as he stands up again. Hopping up to him like an excited puppy, Richie doesn’t not what to do until you hold out your hand, bowing over-dramatically and looking up at him all excited as his hair flops down over his eyes. As he reaches out and places his palm flat against yours, a smile tugging at your lips, his fingers wrap tightly against yours before sliding in between them, his knuckles almost white with the effort and fear.

You’re not expecting the force with which he pulls you snug against his chest, your shoulders bumping together and hips hitting off one another before melting together, his arm snaking expertly around your waist as if he’d been waiting forever for this moment his feet starting the guide the two of you to the invisible music. Although he kept on standing on your feet, dancing like a newborn giraffe, the two of you couldn’t care less.

Your cheek lands against his burning ones, your skin rubbing as he spins you, the two of you bursting out into giggles as his nose hits against your skin and he nearly jolts back at the impact. He raises your intertwined hands up to his side, nestling his head further against yours and just closing his eyes in bliss as he spins the two of you round in a tender and loving move, just revelling in the feeling of his thumb stroking against the arch of your back and the way your hips sway into his. The way his hair tickles against your forehead, or the warmness of your breath as it brushes like sun rays against the goosebumps that send shivers rolling down his body.

He begins to hum, although he’s afraid to, singing the song he had heard you sing only a few minutes before, before dipping you down in his arms, daring to press his forehead against yours. He wasn’t expecting the night to end, however, with you leaning up almost painfully slowly and pressing your lips against his, taking all the air out of his lungs.

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rhiezus · 4 years

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Questions with: Anna Cho

what’s your morning routine?

there is a lot of staring to the ceiling, self-reflecting, until i am with enough courage to check my phone and my schedules for the day. i write everything before hand on my phone the night before, so i can follow it, some days though i just wing it. then i take a shower, try doing a skincare (that i don’t follow strictly like i should), then i walk my dogs first and eat breakfast with them. if i have a schedule, i eat breakfast first and walk them in the evening. i like to eat fruits in the morning, avocados are my favorite, but i don’t follow any diets.

perfect weekend.

i don’t know if it’s because i’m getting old but i just don’t enjoy travelling that far anymore (don’t think i ever did honestly), these days i’m glad when i can just spend a weekend on the countryside, with a picnic between the trees or something picturesque. i even take pictures of flowers on my phone, seriously, i’m growing towards that. sleeping in a countryside inn after a homemade food, you know?! i love discovering new places not that far away for a getaway like that.

something from your bucket list to stratch soon.

how do you know i have a bucket list? every year i make one, it’s like my mental healing but also more of possible and sometimes just pretty unique goals. one of the things that were in my bucket list forever was to buy the perfect house, i did that! but also there are things like: try knitting. which is one i’ll probably do soon, i already brought all the supplies i need for it. what should i try knitting? send me ideas, guys, but nothing too complicated please. i need to began journaling again too, organizing my journals is in order next.

something you like about your career/job.

inspiring people! meeting new people that had been inspired by my music! i can’t say enough how much it makes me happy hearing that someone was inspired by my work, or when i can meet those people and see their ideas over my own work. it just... bursts me into happiness. when i see these younger groups of my company coming to me for advice, asking for my opinion or simply just interested, i try to give everything i can to empower them because i believe that’s my greatest mission. and meeting all of my fans, getting to know them and providing a progressing ambient over their dreams and creativity is an amazing thing to do. any healing that i can provide it’s my own healing, really. i think that’s something i learned from keun sunbaenim when i was starting, i just love passing that on and i hope they will pass on to the future too. and thank you for asking that, it’s such a sweet question.

are you happy with what you have achieved in your life up until now?

last year i was really reflecting on that, and the answer is probably that i am not sure. the only thing i am sure is that i am glad that everything i did helped me grown into the person i am now; someone that values each day as an accomplishment, someone that grew from knowledge and learned from her own sensitivity. i accepted that i am no longer only the lesbian girl that makes lo-fi romantic songs, but also the woman who saw herself over her own tragedy heartbreaks which help her built the safe home she has now. so, overall, i’d say yes, i am happy with who i am and what that help me got everything i have. but much more than that i am more glad with what happened in my life in that mean time, hoping i can continue to write and sing about that in order to help people who will go through i everything i did and still do. that’s why i’ll never stop my music, my self-reflecting, even if it gets tedious after a while. i wrote my song ‘while living life’ exactly on those terms actually. like- what matters the most is not what i got, but what i learned, the feelings that helped me see life and who i am and hope to become.

things you miss about your childhood.

oh, the feeling of innocence that lays only in the early days of or lives. we literally lived each day as the only day, like the week, month or year wasn’t really our concern and it truly wasn’t, we were just so carefree and passionate about everything. i miss that from my childhood. i’d day eating sweets too, i don’t know why but deserts had an expression of everything of good in the world and i just don’t enjoy candy like i did when i was a child.

your thoughts on marriage.

are you asking me that just because i haven’t mentioned yet that i am happily married? because you didn’t have to, i’d probably do it anyway. to be honest though, i never thought i would get married at the age i did. it was out of sudden, but it was perfect and i wouldn’t change anything about it. the highlight of my life, it was one of the happiest days i ever lived. so my thoughts are: just let it happen, that’s love, that’s life... and when you are ready just proclame it the way you want, getting married or not is just an add on, as long as the person you are with fully know how much you love and want to cherish your everyday with them.

what’s your life like married to a celebrity?

not hazy like i thought it would be, honestly. i used to think that if me and kuen ever got together there would be distance, miscommunication and lots of fighting over nothing but ever since we actually did it doesn’t happen like once was. because we grew a lot, we are more mature and honest now. we live peacefully, she travels for work, i lock myself in the studio, we walk or dogs, we dine out, we watch shows together, we days out for ourselves and just breath in everything we missed from each other. it’s a sharing, completing and each day discovering feeling. just living day by day, making it work, somehow.

if you could be anything else in the world, what would you be?

i’d like to be a teacher or own my own cafe, hotel or restaurant. just a profession where i could deal with people, help them, ease their ways... just like i think i do. but i can’t picture myself without music though, i’d still be with my guitar alongside those lines. have you met the chinese restaurant next to ong? i don’t know if many people know this but it’s like the “point” between the break, so it’s a place people go to meet, eat and feel safe, that’s what i’d like to be. like the chinese owner of the chinese place next to ong.

your favorite season and why?

i find spring the most lovely season of the year, not only because of the flowers but it’s when the weather is the most stable and it rains a little bit and i like rain. i like days when it’s sunny, but not too sunny. whenever someone asks me what’s the best time to visit south korea, i say spring in a heartbeat because you can see the cherry blossoms and feel like in a drama.

the best kind of cake is...

not to sweet, not too flashy. i like to eat cake in the evening, like after watching a movie or reading a book, sometimes even before going to bed. and i recently discovered this bakery not far from my house, i ask them to deliver and they already know my order is vanilla or strawberry, sometimes ice cream cake is the answer to every sorrow in life.

who are you planning to collab with next?

you wanna know my true wish is to collab with literally everyone in my company, there are so many talent people! and i am always excited to work with any kind of music, it’s a challenge that i welcome every time. but if i can be honest i loved collabing with arkam! it was something i wanted for a long time, you can say it was on my bucket list. i am not even kidding when i say they are all music geniuses. so as soon as i can i want to collab with them again, i don’t even care how or when, just hopefully it will happen more. also hailey sweetie, if you’re hearing this, contact me, i’ve been listening to your new songs and i’m obsessed.

#idk how to tag this #drabbles: questions #anna.#hehe

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scintillating-galaxias · 5 years

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to hold the stars in our arms

“Will you tell me about the stars?”

A kiss.

“Alpha Centauri was one of mine, you know...” Crowley tells Aziraphale what it was like to hang the stars.

(read it here on ao3!)

“Tell me a story, darling.”

“Well whaddya’ wanna hear, angel?”

“Will you—Will you tell me about before?”

“Before what?”

“No, Before-before. Before you Fell, if you can remember.”

Silence.

“I—That was insensitive of me, I didn’t mean—”

“No, no, ‘s not that, Zira. You’re fine. Just… There’s just a lot. We’d be here for years.”

“...You know I love your stories.”

“I know you do.”

“Will you tell me about the stars?”

A kiss.

“Alpha Centauri was one of mine, you know…”

Thousands of strands of stars were glittered between his lithe fingertips. More lay dormant as tiny spots all up and down his arms, glowing bold and bright. Still many more were tucked into the feathers of his fantastical wings, fast asleep amongst the plumes. Every single one knew tenderness and devotion the minute they were cradled ever so sweetly in those gentle hands and given their first, Hello, I love you, welcome to this wonderful place.

They knew they would be cherished forever, before, during, and after their deaths, by the way the being those hands belonged to held them up before sun-bright eyes shining with pure love. There was so much love, in fact, that it overflowed in pale wisps around his face and transformed the gorgeous gold irises into soft, infinite glowing pools. It was here that the stars loved to twirl and dance about, soaking up as much as they could before Raphael gently went about collecting them in total reverence.

As a goodbye, he breathed a little portion of his soul into every single one of those brilliant gifts until they glowed and lit up the pitch void of night. Then he whispered to them to be good, and sent them out, and let them spin away until they settled amongst each other, creating scintillating nebulae and mesmerizing galaxies.

“Aren’t they wonderful,” Raphael murmured aloud. His companion made a non-commital noise. This bothered Raphael, and he turned, cupping a dripping handful of stars. “Do you think they’ll like them?” he asked anxiously. “The humans, I mean, do you think they’ll like the stars? Will they be afraid of them?”

Gabriel hummed again and dragged a finger through a cloud of gold dust. It stuck and clung there closely, prompting him to attempt to wipe it indiscreetly off on his stunning white robe even as they squeaked and protested.

“They must,” he said, still rubbing with no success. “You made them, after all.”

“Yes, but they’re not made by Her hand,” Raphael said. “And I am definitely nothing like Her.” His voice was distant; he was gazing off into the eternal lengths of the sky, watching a young star, still blue in its youth, collide into one of its blazing yellow sisters. They exploded and a shower of shimmering emerald and rose pink and sunset purple scattered in a gorgeous explosion of color. The stardust murmured to itself, surprised by the turn of events, before it fell in love with its existence all over again. It would do this again, and again, and again, as a beetle, a flower, a river stone, a human being. The stars would love themselves in any form, and Raphael would love them, too.

“Was that supposed to happen?” Gabriel asked, mildly disdained. He had been watching, too.

“It was bound to at some point.” Raphael fluttered his hand, and the new star nursery amicably moved itself aside so he could scoop up the gold dust from Gabriel’s finger. “Nothing I could do would be anything close to being like Her’s,” he continued, pressing his lips to his finger and gesturing the new stars off of his palm. “You’ll love it out there, just be yourself, don’t be shy,” he told them. That one would become the stretching white expanse that was the Andromeda galaxy, but not for a long, long time.

Raphael would not get to see it grow up.

“Oh, stop with the face. I really did talk like that.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that, my dear. It’s that you spoke to Gabriel on a regular basis.”

“I know, I don’t get it either. Dunno how I could stand it. Anyway, he says…”

Gabriel chuckled in the mocking well, obviously sort of way. “They’re not meant to,” he said lightly, as though this were the first time Raphael had ever heard this sentiment. “Nothing we angels create is meant to an imitation of Her. It is blasphemy.”

“They’re not,” he agreed. “That means humans can dislike them. I hope they don’t.” Raphael sighed and pulled hydrogen from his pinky and helium from his breath. They gently stirred together in the wrinkles of his palm, glowing brightly under Raphael’s gentle yellow gaze.

“What are you hoping for, then?”

“I hope humans will love the stars as much as I do. I made all of this”—Raphael pushed the clingy galaxy gauzing his arms in gold out and away, holding his arms out for a beat as it sailed away—“for them.”

“They must,” Gabriel repeated. A slightly frostbitten note chilled his words.

“No,” sighed Raphael, “they don’t.”

The pair went quiet. Around they, the low thrum of a breathing universe washed through them.

“Why,” began Raphael, and that was a treacherous beginning of a thought. Why was a question, a question doubted reality, a reality She made that was everything Good and Pure and Perfect. Questions dared to say it was not. “Why have me make these, when She could do it herself and have them all be perfect? Why ask me and make them imperfect? Her’s wouldn’t explode like that.”

They wouldn’t, and can you imagine what a tragedy that would be?

He felt Gabriel’s heavy purple stare shoot through the back of his skull. “Because She made this your purpose,” he said incredulously, as though Raphael had shouted for rebellion against Heaven instead of asking a question—though, in these times, those could be considered one and the same. “She could have, but she blessed you to do it instead. Do you regret what She bestowed upon you?”

“No!” Raphael exclaimed. “No, not at all! I love these skies, I love every single bit of gas and dust, I love these galaxies and stars, and I will love what creatures She creates next—Did you know She let me make one animal, too?” he abruptly said, overcome in his excitement. “It will be called a ‘snake’ and they’ll crawl on their belly to see all of the wonders of Earth hidden beneath one’s foot.”

“Crowley…”

“Don’t say it.”

“I really must, though. You are absolutely incredible and I am grateful to be able to love you . ”

“I—You—A—I’m not done yet! Don’t make me want to kiss you in the middle of a story!”

“Oh, my sincerest apologies my dear. I suppose I’ll have to make it up to you later.”

“Hm.” Gabriel went silent. Raphael returned his full attention to the little stars clamoring for him. It was a while before Gabriel spoke again, and when he did, the stars hushed each other in fear of their whispers being overheard.

“You shouldn’t doubt yourself,” he said, oddly grave. “The Almighty gave you your purpose. It wouldn’t do you well you to question it, because She made it. It’s foolish to think imperfections are possible and done on accident .”

“‘Course,” said Raphael absently. One star that would later become the Sun huddled close to him, trying its best to escape the creeping frostiness coming off of Gabriel in blusters. “Thank you for your, ah, reassurance. You can, erm. Go, if you want.”

Gabriel nodded one time and left in a brilliant flash of lilac light. Raphael brought the star to his face and sternly told it, “You’ll shine brighter than anything else in this solar system. I swear it. Don’t be afraid of Gabriel, either, he loves you too. Yes, he does. We all do. ”

The Sun, if it had a mouth, would have smiled. As it was, it merely winked once, before Crowley hung it up to rest in the center of a Solar System that would be placed near the edge of the Sagittarius arm. A little ways away from the Sun, Alpha Centauri quietly began to shine. It was something new Raphael had been tinkering with for centuries now. He had dubbed a binary system. Two stars who depended on each other to stay alive. Criticize it too closely, and it’s obvious there are two stars at work. You’ll miss the intensity, the beauty of the starlight, when they appear to be unified. Gaze upon it from further away to fully wonder in its blazing glory.

These were some of Crowley’s favorite because so much depended on each other the stars. Too far, and they would be flung off into the void. Too close, and they’ll demolish each other. If they maintained their perfect orbit, they would always skate around each other perfectly, pushing and pulling the other with them in an endless dance in which they never touched. But the two always reached out for the other, annihilation be damned.

“A bit like us, I suppose.”

“...You’re right. God dammit, you’re right! ‘S like with the Apple too—”

“How so?”

“I dunno, remember how I asked why not just put it on a mountain or something? If humans weren’t supposed to eat it? Why not just not send you to Earth if I’m not supposed to be in love with you? Could’ve just kept you up in Heaven, but She had to put you in the Garden.”

“My goodness. It really all boils down to free will, doesn’t it? Is it that simple?”

“Aziraphale.”

“Yes, my love?”

“I would choose you over everything else in all of Creation any day. All you have to do is ask.”

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darkdevasofdestruction · 5 years

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Chisaki Kai x Hacker!Fem!S/O

Who would have thought that such things as arranged marriages would still be a thing in a modern era like ours? She vehemently refused, at first, but nobody was to cross her father or they will have it bad, so after some rather peculiar persuasion, she gave in and accepted to meet her future husband, being all dressed up nicely like a harmless, innocent girl who has been locked away from the world her whole life and knew nothing about its true colours.

That was, however, the farthest thing from the truth.

As she meekly bowed at him in a sign to show respect, which he returned, only stealing a lingering glance at her petite form and angelic face. He knew people shouldn’t be judged by their appearances, so he refused to believe she doesn’t hide something, no matter how little, behind her shy facade.

After the courtesies were made, her father made her leave the room so they could discuss the serious, adult business that she had no need to know about. At the end of the conversation, they shook hands, agreeing to collaborate and the girl's butlers were to help her move into Chisaki's hideout. Of course, at the end of that, all but one butler was killed, that one which was to be by her side at all costs and make sure her all needs are seen for. Thankfully, Chisaki was very formal and clearly a very busy man, so he let the girl go out and do whatever she wanted, accompanied by her butler, so she wouldn't lack anything or be locked in a cage for no reason. Chisaki was a rich man, being the leader of the Yakuza, but so was she, coming from a family with an influencial father in the underground world, so her card was always filled with buckets of money, being able to buy just about anything her heart desired. But there was one thing she couldn't afford despite all the money in the world- And that was love and friendship. Those words were so foreign to her that she completely forgot they exist in the dictionary, being fine with just being a completely mysterious vixen who can find any information desired and can get away with it, pretending to be a little oblivious angel...Which, in truth, wasn’t too far away from reality. However, some kind of friendship seemed to flourish between her and his associates, mostly Setsuno and Chrono, for some reason still unknown to the rest and even to them. One day she was staying on the sofa, fooling around on social media as she usually did, when she noticed Setsuno having a hard time at something - Something that seemed to be hacking, of all things.

Y/N: Hey, Harry Potter, how are you? Setsuno: Uh...Top Secret stuff, sorry miss. Y/N: Don't bother, call me Y/N. Anyways, you seem to be struggling with this sort of coding. Setsuno: Yes, well, I'm not the best hacker in the world and this coding is something I've never encountered before. Y/N: And to be fair, your outdated computer isn't doing you any favours either. Setsuno: Outdated? It's the last technology! Y/N:*smiles* Not for me.

With a grin, she ran to get her laptop and put it on the table next to Setsuno's computer, transferred everything needed into her laptop and started doing her magic, leaving the man awestruck at the girl who broke into the most secret society's own database without even breaking a sweat.

Setsuno: How did you do that? Y/N: Well, when you try to hack into international databases, you have to understand that the conventional ideas of hacking will be completely erased. What I did was combine a ton of math stuff, unlock tons of invisible locks with those math equations, then continue byte by byte with each and every code apart, to make it subtle and appear as if nobody got access to it. Setsuno: Whoa... Y/N: It's pretty simple once you get the hang of it. How do you think I get all that money? NASA is filthy rich. Setsuno: *jaw drop* Teach me, master. Y/N: Oh, sure! I'm always happy to help people with anything I can, which is usually not much. But if you want me to teach you today, you have to bring me food or snacks 'cause I can't function properly otherwise. Setsuno: *laughs* Very well, I'll keep in mind how to bribe you from now on.

Unknown to either of them, however, Chisaki was watching from a corner, an eyebrow arched as the girl piqued his interest, wondering how much more can she surprise him and even what else can she be hiding. For that, he invited her for a drink in a private room of the hideout where Shin was acting as a “butler” for some reason unknown to her, since there were already enough capable people who could do that.

Despite that, she only kept a sincere and serene smile on her face, looking down at her hands as she fidgeted anxiously with her fingers, waiting for Chisaki to speak.

Chisaki: Wine? Y/N: *shakes head* I don’t want to sound pretentious, but I don’t drink alcohol. Chisaki: Oh? You’d be the first person to hear say that. Y/N: *smiles* It’s not for my tastes. I prefer sweet flavours like fruit juice or simply water. Should’ve seen my father’s face when he realised I won’t touch alcohol...*amused breathe* Chisaki: I thought fathers who had daughters were strict when it came to the adult vices. Y/N: *grins* Not when your father wants to marry you off to overly-sophisticated individuals. I almost pity him for not having an heir, but that’s none of my business anymore. Chisaki: Your words are peculiar. He said you’re his only child. Y/N: Oh, but I am, he didn’t lie to you. Chisaki: Then aren’t you the only person capable of being his heir? Y/N: *smiles* Oh, dear Chisaki...You see, my father never lies...But he evades the truth so things will be in his favour. Why do you think I’m here? Chisaki: It seems like you know more than he thinks you do. Y/N: I learnt how to unlock my room with a hairclip. He thinks I only stayed trapped in my room, unless told otherwise. *shakes head* Poor man, if only he knew... Chisaki: *raises an eyebrow* I think we have some important things to discuss, Y/N. Y/N: *sighs* You know...I never get attached to people, but for some reason, I seem to care for you, otherwise I wouldn’t have let those key words slip for you to understand the situation. Chisaki: Your father promised a business deal if I were to marry you, are you aware of that? Y/N: *snorts* Of course I do, who do you think I am? You’re the 7th person I’m supposed to marry for the same reasons.*smiles* But to be fair, I kinda like it here. Despite their differences, the people here are pretty nice...Even if they act like that towards me because you ordered them to. Chisaki: I see you are aware of that as well. Y/N: Of course I do. Reading people isn’t difficult, you know? Even you, Chisaki. You thought that by marrying me, the company is going to be yours as soon as my father died...Or was killed, and I inherited it...Am I wrong? Chisaki: No. Y/N: Let’s say I value my life enough to tell you the truth. At least, if I am to die, you won’t have to be disappointed that you won’t get the company and the money. Chisaki: Then why did he send you away? Y/N: Because I’m not a boy, of course. He didn’t know how to get rid of me faster, so he used the whole marriage thing as a pretext for idiots to catch the bait.

But as soon as she sighed and looked away, mentioning the word “idiots”, Shin already had her by the throat, squeezing the life out of her mercilessly.

Chisaki: Nemoto, that’s enough. Leave her alone. Shin: But Chisaki, she called you an idiot! Chisaki: And she was right to do so. On the other hand, she confessed the truth, so she deserves to live.

Shin only tsked, glaring at the girl as he let her fall to the floor, gasping for air. Weirdly enough, she only chuckled and got up, dusting herself and smiled, somehow defiantly, at the one who tried to kill her.

Y/N: Now, now, Shin, don’t you know it’s not nice to touch married women? Have some manners, will you? Shin: Why, you-! Chisaki: Leave. Shin: But- Chisaki: Now. The girl had to look away to hide the satisfaction on her face, when she was brought back to reality as her husband called out her name.

Chisaki: What is your Quirk, then? Y/N: Oh, you want to know? I mean, it’s nothing flashy or interesting...Which is why I’m sure he avoided that topic. Chisaki: I want to know. Y/N: How about I show you?

He only nodded, making the girl stand up and put her hands under his, bringing them together and much to his surprise, a small white flower began to grow from his palms, making his eyes widen in surprise, not having expected something so pure and innocent. Even more shocking was, however, how the once symbol of purity, the little frail snowdrop vanished in a black mist, scattering away as if it was never there.

Chisaki: What is your Quirk exactly? Y/N: I don’t know for sure...But I’ve been able to do this since forever. When you’re stuck between 4 walls all the time, you start to learn how to cherish the little things. Chisaki: You may just come in handy...

As usual, Y/N spent the whole weekend outside, experiencing the beauty of life and the happiness it brings. For her, only being able to see the light of the brilliant sun was enough to make her grin and have no worries in the world. Now that she’s out and can do whatever she wants, she used this opportunity to go to the nearest Starbucks and try out one of the chocolate frappes, since they were hyped all over social media, and now she could Snap all she wanted as well, very proud that they spelled her name correctly.

What she wasn’t expecting, however, was to be tapped on the shoulder as a gorgeous girl with long red hair, emerald green eyes and a mischievous smirk sat next to her, her own frappe placed on the table, as she looked at Y/N like a vixen ready to approach her pray.

-?-: Hello, stranger. You must be knew here. I’m Kitsune. And you~? Y/N: Oh uh...I’m Y/N, nice to meet you, Kitsune! May I help you in any way? Kitsune: Mhhh not really...I just wanted to say hi to the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. You come here often? Y/N: *eyes widen* O-Oh...! Thank you, Kitsune, but you’re much more beautiful than me! And well...You could say that I’m new in town. Are you from here? Kitsune: *smirks* How about I show you around? I know this place like the back of my hand. Y/N: Sounds like a plan!

The red head only smiled in satisfaction as she grabbed the h/c-haired girl by the hand, intertwining her fingers with hers and started showing her around the city, the important places, the shopping areas, the pubs, where all the teenagers gathered and all the important things a young adult would want to know to have fun. At the same time, the fox-like girl never once let go of Y/N’s hand, until the sun started to set.

Y/N: Kitsune-chan, could you bring me back to the Starbucks? It’s getting late, I have to go home... Kitsune: Awwww, no, that’s too bad! How about I get you back home...After we go to a pub? Come on, just a little bit of fun, what could go wrong? Y/N: Uhm...Well...I’ve never...Y’know... Kitsune: Oh, you’ve never had proper fun before? How about I show you what life is about? Y/N: I mean...I don’t know...I... Kitsune: Just this once, okay? Come on, it will be fun. You never know what you like until you try it at least once, right~? Y/N: Ah...Well...I guess you’re right. Okay then, lead the way! Kitsune: That’s what I like about you, love, you’re always willing to try out something new. Let’s go!

Y/N could feel her heart beating faster and faster, both from feeling an immense amount of warmth for the person who’s willing to show her the world, but for the adrenaline of doing something she’s never done before. The unknown, the excitement, the new, the rush, the fun.

And all because she went out of the house and a gorgeous stranger was kind and daring enough to start talking to her, a timid nobody like her who was like a child, still afraid of her own shadow.

The way the blinding, colourful light would shine on her face, her graceful yet somehow provocative moves, the way she’d pull on her hands, bringing her closer, instead of drinking some stupid Coke, so she could dance with her, the way she kissed her on the lips with such passion, the red lipstick smeared on her face.

The way she convinced her to drink vodka cocktails with lots of juice to mask its bitter flavour until her head started to spin, the way she’d share her weed cigarettes with her, claiming that it would ease her fears and anxieties, that it would make her bolder, the sexy voice she’d use as she whispered in her ear to follow her back to the apartment, the way she’d straddle her waist and look down at her, so endearing, as her fingers softly touched every inch of her skin, removing each piece of clothing and peppering her with hot kisses, the shy sounds she’d let out without realising, completely lost in the bliss of the moment, the unknown yet nice sensation she’d feel in her heart as she held her tightly to her petite body.

Everything about her was perfect, like an angel guiding her through life to experience the vices every person her age should, without feeling any shame or regret because after all, this is what life is all about -

Having fun, living your life and being happy.

And those are the only things she’s been searching for so long. After all these years of seeking and desperately trying to find an answer, she found it, in the form of an enticing fire-kissed woman.

The only problem was that Chisaki Kai was a man who had relations everywhere and knew every little thing that moved in the country so of course he knew of everything that Y/N was doing. At first he didn’t bother with it, dismissing it as just another teenage girl having fun for the first time in her life...But it happened every weekend now. Y/N would leave home on Friday, meet up with this redhead and return on Monday morning as if nothing happened. In truth, she seemed much happier, like a weird euphoria took over her, brainwashed her into doing all the irrational things she shouldn’t do, but she was a mere tool in his plan and he couldn’t care less what happens to her as long as she’s alive.

But the question was...

...Why was he feeling so angry?

Her life is of no importance to him, so why does he feel so mad whenever he knows she’s with another? It was a dark feeling that he never experienced before and he just couldn’t wrap his head around it. Or rather said, he didn’t want to admit it. He had one weakness, and that was revolving around the great Sins. Greed, Wrath, Envy.

Chisaki was an intelligent man and knew just how to make this feeling disappear and make his fiancee come back to him willingly, a broken little thing, ready to give up all the foolishness that kept pissing him off without having to soil his hands too much. He had just the perfect plan for it.

“Don’t bother coming to meet me today, scrub, I’m not going to be there anymore. I finally found a proper Daddy who can really take care of me, so I don’t need your money anymore. Truth be told, your innocence was so annoying, but I had to put up with you. No more of that. I’m nobody’s mother or babysitter and I’m done being the one to teach you everything. I couldn’t care less about you or your feelings, so don’t bother contacting me again, or I’ll just block your number. Everything I said and done was a lie, just like the feelings you thought I had for you. I am a fox and that’s what we do. Fool idiots and steal their money. Bye ~ Kitsune “

Poor Y/N dropped her phone and fell back on her bed, sobbing uncontrollably as she could feel her heart being ripped in tiny tiny little pieces and stomped on, the pain crushing her completely.

If this is what love and happiness meant, then she wanted none of those.

It took her a few days to go back to her facade and try to go back into her passion, hacking, and help Setsuno out, as promised, as they were to hack into her father’s business and forge his signature so she could be the true heir, allowing Chisaki to have access to the money. To their surprise, as soon as they managed to get into the main base, a video of her father popped up, looking straight at them, taunting them.

“So I see that young punk Kai took action much faster than expected, I applaud your guts, kiddo, but that won’t be enough to defeat me! I am the only King of the Underground, not some green boy with daddy issues who relies on marriage contracts to get the money for his projects. You will never be able to defeat me! But I have to thank you, Kai, you let me get rid of that good-for-nothing daughter of mine and she was a great ploy for me to trick you into thinking I would actually give my money to some nobody who wants to kill me! Better luck next time, losers.”

It took less than 2 seconds for the girl to punch the computer monitor so hard that her hand was bleeding, making Setsuno worry, confused at what to do.

Y/N: Don’t fucking JOKE AROUND WITH ME! Urgh...That’s it...! I’m so done being walked on like a fucking doormat, always being seen as less than what I am. Fine, you want a war, you started it! But when you get burnt, don’t start crying for mercy, for you will see NONE of it! Setsuno: Y/N calm down! We have to tell Chisaki about this so we know what to do! Y/N: Forget it. Go tell him, I’m gonna get ready to destroy that place with a goddamn panzer. It didn’t take long for the fair haired man to run to his leader and tell him everything that happened, and for him to rush to where the girl was, slamming her on the wall, holding her hands so she wouldn’t move, his intimidating gaze, for the first time, not having any effect on her.

Y/N: What, Setsuno told you about the message my obsolete father sent to you indirectly? Chisaki: He did. Y/N: Good, then what’s your problem? We share the same goal - Forge his signature, get the money and kill him. Chisaki: You can’t rush like an idiot and expect results. Y/N: Why do you care? I don’t influence your plans in any way, correct? My capture or death would be of no significance to you. So tell me, Chisaki, why stop me? Chisaki: I have no obligation to answer to you. Y/N: Oh really? Then you have no obligation to control my life either! Let me kill myself by going to that place to rebel, what is there to lose? Chisaki: You’re not going anywhere until I come up with a plan and that’s final. Y/N: You’re really pissing me off, Chisaki. But fine, be that way!

The girl grumbled furiously, pushing him off her as she stomped her way back to her room, doing the only thing that could take her mind off of the whole ordeal.

Train her Quirk.

With the help of all his associates, Chisaki managed to make his way to the businessman’s office, where he was greeted by the man with a smirk on his face, but much to his shock, the girl was there as well, being held captive by her father, a knife at her neck, blood slowly falling down her pale skin. What confused him, however, was that the girl seemed anything but frightened. She was smirking as if she won.

Father: Ah, look who decided to show up! How are you feeling? Want some tea? Cookies? A little bit of victory, since you’ve never tasted it? Oh, come one, Kai, don’t look at me like that, you didn’t really think you could beat me, right? Especially not if your vanguard is my own daughter. What, you thought it would touch me? Horrible strategy, really. Chisaki: Give me the business and nobody gets hurt. Except for you. Father: You’re so dull, Kai. I guess the married man life isn’t for you, huh? What, this one didn’t satisfy your needs? You wanted more? I’m pretty sure you could at least afford THAT if you wanted. Y/N: Stop being so disgusting, you lech. I can’t believe we’re related... Father: I don’t speak to those with IQ lower than my shoe size. Y/N: You will be surprised- Father: Now, Kai, look how we’re gonna do things here. You can either save this useless kid and I will allow you to walk away unscratched...Or you can try to fight me and go against my unbeatable Quirk and watch her die. You choose. Either way, I win. Chisaki: Why are you so sure you’re going to win this? Father: Let me show you a small fraction of my power.

As he said that, he pointed to Chrono and without blinking, everyone watched Chrono fall to the ground, having no idea how he could do that. Setsuno went to search his pulse, but he shook his head, completely shocked by what happened. The girl only smirked wider, letting a dark chuckle escape as she extended her hand towards her dead friend. Chisaki then realised what was happening, having seen her Quirk manifest before, but not to such a huge extent and smirked in victory under his mask. This girl was a true trump card for his assets.

She was taking her father’s life essence and Chrono’s death mist and exchanged their places, making his associate get up and gasp for air, while her kin to shake and fall to the ground, coughing blood, eyes webbed with the veil of death.

As she wiped the stray bead of sweat that formed on her forehead, trying to catch her breath, she hid her physical exhaustion by plopping on the office chair and starting to forge all documents so his death won’t be in vain.

Y/N: Sorry about that, Chrono, but hey, at least you’re alive, right? Chisaki: They’re not here anymore. Y/N: Oh, you sent them away. Didn’t notice that. Anyways, I’m almost done here. Chisaki: Well played. Y/N: *shrugs* Could have been better, but I can’t complain. Here, all done, now let’s get out of here. Chisaki: *nods* This place is the filthiest I’ve ever been to. Y/N: Tell me about it...

As she got up, however, a wave of nausea made her stumble and almost fall to the ground, were it not for her fiancee who caught her just in time. The girl muttered that she over-used her Quirk and this was a usual side-effect since she wasn’t used to exerting it to such a great extent, making the Yakuza leader only sigh, picking her up bridal style, which made her bite her lip, memories of her ex-lover flooding her mind like a hurricane damaging everything in its way.

All the way to the base she kept asking herself what was going to happen. Now that the company is hers, Kai’s going to write the official papers to marry her, so he could have full access to the money. But what about her? It’s true, she will live a rich life, as usual, but what about everything else? He is a cold, cruel man who only thinks about his goals, but she could feel a small, but existent speck of light in his soul, so maybe - Just maybe....

As soon as they got back to the hideout he placed her on her bed so she could rest, but before she could blink, he fixed her with his intense gaze that could kill a man with no problem.

Chisaki: You are mine now and nobody’s going to touch you again. What were you thinking, going like that without a plan? You almost ruine- Y/N: Who said I had no plan? Please, I’ve known that wretch since forever and I had the advantage of knowing his Quirk, while he didn’t know mine. I knew he was going to kill one of your guys to show off his powers, that’s just the kind of guy he was, always begging for validation and power, so...You saw what happened. Don’t underestimate me, Chisaki Kai, I am your wife after all *winks*.

He only looked at her, no emotion shown on his face, making her look away, uncomfortable, before he threw away his mask and kissed her roughly, making the girl lose her mind completely. What was going on? Is this really Chisaki? What am I going to do? Is my heart capable of holding a person dear to me, after what happened?

Y/N: So...I guess we’re official now? Chisaki: I don’t take no for an answer. Y/N: Lucky me, I wasn’t going to refuse.

With eyes still glossy and lost from his actions, she cupped his face and kissed him with just as much passion and need as he did, putting aside every bad thing that happened, completely forgetting about the redhead she once loved.

Unknown to her, however, Chisaki could only smirk internally knowing that she suspected nothing and had no idea that the fox girl was actually long dead and that he wrote the text, out of unadmitted jealousy, now feeling much more superior.

Chisaki Kai, the leader of the Yakuza, ALWAYS gets what he wants, no matter what.

And Y/N L/N was his.

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There are so many matches between us. I believe I inherited so many things like your eyes, personality, attitude and wisdom. I wish I could grow up like you, grandma. Happy birthday.

Grandma, you have the most beautiful eyes in the world. Your personality says all about your journey of life. Your big heart is the most precious item I’ve ever found in my life. I wish I could be like you. Happy birthday.

Granny, your life is really so awesome because it has the epitome, of what real happiness is. Wishing you a wonderful birthday.

Your grace and maturity adds a tremendous beauty to our home that it doesn’t need any fancy flower vases or luxurious furniture’s. Wishing you a happy birthday, grandma.

Your good health, active lifestyle and the beautiful face is better than any young women. If they see you then definitely they’ll feel ashamed. Happy birthday.

You are such a wonderful person who has the extraordinary power of simplifying any complications of my life. Your simple and loving hug is enough to do this. Happy birthday super fly Nana.

I’ve never felt alone because you are always beside me. You are my strength and the most perfect companion. Thank you grandma. Wishing you a very best birthday.

I know grandma that your recipe cannot be created because I might find all the ingredients you put in any supermarket, but the amount of love you put in it is obviously irreplaceable. Enjoy your special day, grandma.

Also another special woman in our life should be remembered on that special day with Happy Birthday Sister quotes and messages.

Cousin Birthday Wishes

If your cousin is celebrating a birthday and you are thinking of writing her a letter or a card and you can’t figure out what wishes to write, then refer below for a list of 40 best happy birthday wishes for your cousin.

A cousin like you is one of the best gifts I have received in my entire life. Thank you for being an inspiration. May you have a fantastic birthday celebration and may you continue to inspire more people.

You are truly a blessing to us! We are happy every day to have you as our cousin. Happy birthday and always remember that we love you forever.

To my favorite cousin, having you in my life is certainly a source of joy and happiness. Happy Birthday and May all your wishes come true.

Happy Birthday cousin. May all your hopes and dreams come true.

Cousin, we are definitely a family, cousins tried and true. Best Birthday Cousin. I am so happy I’m related toy YOU.

For you cousin, Happy Birthday to someone who is utterly fabulous.

Lovely Birthday. Cousins forever. My cousin’s very special and loved a whole lot too. Because my cousin is you, because my cousin is wonderful. Friends are forever, cousins are for life.

My dear cousin, now that your birthday, I wish that you will continue to grow wiser and I would like to let you know that I am grateful for all the success you have achieved in life.

Have a great day and enjoy in your life!

So what can I wish for such a special person in my life? I am wishing you lots of happiness, good health and more success in your life, my dear cousin.

You are really a gift to us! We are glad consistently to have you as our cousin. Happy Bday and never forget that we cherish you for eternity.

Latest Happy Birthday Wishes For Cousin

Hey cousin, may you have a fun filled birthday celebration and I wish you more birthdays to come.

Even if we are only cousins, I want you to know that I consider you as one of my best friends. You are one of my coolest cousins and I wish you a wonderful Birthday!

Best Birthday cousin! From since you were conceived, you have been such a gift to our family. I wish that you will live much more and keep on being a gift to everybody.

Happy Birthday to you my dear cousin! It’s an extraordinary day to celebrate for you now have one more year to live and a brilliant future to suspect.

Happy bday to you my dear cousin! It’s a great day to rejoice for you now have another year to live and a bright future to anticipate.

Happy birthday cousin! From since you were born, you have been such a blessing to our family. I wish that you will live even longer and continue to be a blessing to everyone.

Dear cousin, blessed is the day that you were born. Today is definitely the best time to rejoice and celebrate for another year is added into your life.

My dear cousin, I hope you have a wonderful birthday celebration and I want you to know that I really love you.

Hello cousin, may you have a fabulous time filled birthday festivity and I wish you more birthdays to come.

Happy Bday. A cousin is someone who knows all about you but like you anyway.

To a special cousin, birthday wishes just for you.

Remember that I don’t only consider you as a cousin but as a good friend as well. Thank you for all the wonderful memories and make the most of your celebrations because you truly deserve to be happy. Happy birthday!

Dear cousin, I want you to know that you are an integral part of my life. I consider you more as one of my siblings instead of just a cousin. May you have a fantastic birthday celebration!

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jishua-moved · 6 years

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We’ve come to the end of 2017, my precious flowers (or should I said diamonds? 👀) Anyway. I’ll be honest with you and say that 2017 was one hell of a year for me. I’ve been through a lot. I’ve lost important people to me but found a lot of other people who were kinder; I’ve had relationships crumble and watched them come together again; I’ve fallen and gotten back up again multiple times and through everything, I eventually came out stronger. I really couldn’t have done it without the support that I got from a lot of you. Most of you guys honestly held me together when I was at my worst and I thank you for that from the bottom of my heart. I hope that in 2018 our friendships will continue and grow stronger. I love you all so much ♡ So here is a thank you...

Mind that this might get hella long, so if you’d like just Ctrl + F and find your username. This isn’t alphabetically sorted bcuz my motivation died with the follow forever.

@gamegirlhorror Tiffany. Honestly, the sheer amount of support and love that I’ve received from you is more than enough to fill the entire universe (that is constantly expanding, mind you.) I love you SO much! I can’t believe it’s been so long since we’ve known each other. Like, it blows my mind. I still remember following you only because I thought your icon of pyramid head was cute lol and I still remember you being neongreenraver :,) There isn’t a moment that goes by where I don’t miss our skype sessions and constant talks but the fact that you’re out there earning and working towards a better life makes me feel content. I love how no matter how busy you are you always find time to listen to my shit even though I know you have a lot of your own. You always put me first and I will never be able to thank you enough for that. There’s a lot more I would say but this is getting long rip. I love you, my princess peach, I love you so very much. 💚

@wonnwoo Rina. It hasn’t even been a year since we’ve met and yet we became one of the closest people to each other. You really are my Ohana hah :,) I want to thank you for sticking with me through thick and thin and helping me get up on my feet when I was at my worst, even if it meant scolding me. I appreciate every word and ounce of effort you put into this relationship. Thank you for showing me a different perspective of every situation and thank you for trusting me with so many things. You were never a shitty friend to me, not once. You are a friend I will always treasure and someone I will be there for as much as I can. Here’s to many more years of friendship, bby. I love you! 💝

@baekbyun Doro. My sissy, my chucci, my meme child LOL. You angel. I’ve never told you this but you’ve taught me a lot of things without even realizing it. You’ve taught me to be kinder and more patient, to be tougher and to be more positive. Truly, I strive to be kinder, like you. It hasn’t been that long and we’ve already been through a lot. I thank you so much for sticking with me through the good and bad times, for listening to me always, for never taking sides and being rational, for keeping my secrets and helping me get through different situations, for being someone with whom I could be myself with and being someone I could trust. I look forward to the day I finally get to see you, give you a big hug and roll my eyes while you dab as we go get two different pizzas cuz u a pineapple hater :P I love you, sissy. 💖

@kihyuns Cass. My smol genius as I would call you lol but it doesn’t seem like it fits anymore because over the course of this year you’ve grown a lot in my eyes. I still remember you before graduation and how worried you were about college, etc and look at you now! It was a pleasure being your friend through graduation, etc. We’ve been through a shitton over a short time but I’m glad we chose to stick together and work it out despite our differences. You’re just as stubborn and feisty as I am so it’s only normal that we clash sometimes. Nevertheless, I always enjoy our talks no matter how small and insignificant! I love your humor and how you’re ready to “block” everyone xD I love how we’re both so into SpongeBob we can sing every song backwards LOL. I look forward to many more years of humorous friendship. Love you, nerd 💛

@mnanvg Moon. My lovely Moon, you’re such a soft human being it warms my heart. The amount of love you radiate is incredible and I appreciate it more than I ever told you. Thank you for never hesitating to remind me how much you love me, how good of a friend I am, how much I should love myself, etc. Thank you for the endless, wordless support. We don’t talk much and yet I’ve never felt like you’re a bad friend for lack of communication. On the contrary, you can show me how much you care by sending me a few posts. I wish you all the best, sweetheart. I look forward to seeing you grow stronger and achieve your dreams. I love you 💗

@tookorean Jackie. (I realize that you’re not active on tumblr anymore but I couldn’t not include you.) My completely opposite, my female Woozi & so many others things to me. You know how much you mean to me but no matter how many times I say it I won’t be able to truly express it. When I first met you I never imagined that our friendship would go on for this long and that we would go through a lot over a short time. I truly, from the bottom of my heart thank you for sticking with me no matter what and being patient with me and caring for me even though I’ve been...well, a mess. I remember a moment from back when we first became friends and you’d talk about your Totoro onesie. I’d made a post that I was crying over Vernon (lol) and you’d replied with “Baby don’t cryyyyyy tonight” and proceeded to try and cheer me up, telling me you loved me and telling me how it was okay for me to cry on your onesie... Those little moments are something I’ll cherish forever. I want us to stay friends for a long, long time, honestly. I hope we can pull through, fam. I love you so much 💙

@hansolmates Cami. Mah Cami baby, my sol ~ I just realized it’s been over a year since we became friends (aka bonded over your hansolmates fic heheh.) I still remember reading it the 1st time and thinking “omg PISTACHIO ICECREAM” lmao and ofc I remember binge-reading all your Vernon fics cuz I biased AF back then (istg i still love my boy). OMG remember when we lowkey declared war on each other for Vernon? Wow. Good times lol. I want to thank you for helping me with writing and inspiring me. I want to thank you for never judging me for my feelings and supporting me, fangirling with me and being easy going which made me feel like i could tell you anything. Thank you for being a sweetheart to me and being my Sol :,) Here’s to another year of our wonderful friendship! Love you, bby 💜

@daihun Jess. My video game buddy and cry buddy :,D I never thought I’d be able to find a person who loves k-pop and video games as much as I do (especially the same videos games wow.) I have so much fun talking to you on a daily basis! Thank you for sending me Joshua pics and sharing video game jokes with me. I remember, before we started talking, I’d relate to your posts so much and your aesthetic was A+ so I was like “I’ve gotta talk to her sometime” and I’m glad we finally did. I would love to get to know you better & I LOOK FORWARD TO THE DAY WE GET TO PLAY TOGETHER T^T I love you ❤️ I gUeSs 👀😂

@joshpup Hannah. MY NU’EST HYPE BUDDY! I’m so glad we have Joshua and Nu’est to scream over tbh. It’s a perfect combination! I’ve had so much fun talking to you for this short time and I hope we can talk even more in the future! I love how we both caved in and bought signed Nu’est albums cuz #SUPPORT ammrite?! And how we cried when they got their first win omg. Good times, good times! I look forward to sharing more tears with you over Joshua and Nu’est LOL. Did I tell you I’m in love with your art? bcuz i am, yes, yes! KEEP ON ART-ING! I love ya! 💞

@boovely Cathy. Girl, it hasn’t been long at all but look at us having a streak on snapchat already lol. Honestly, you’re the only person who I have a solid streak with. I’ll shut up about streaks now. Thank you for being the #1 fan of my zodiac gfx haha~ I love how we bonded over that. Svt does indeed bring people together! It’s been fun talking to you and seeing your lovely face on a daily basis :D I look forward to skyping you sometime and I hope to see you back on tumblr as well. Thank you for being my friend! I love you 💓

@verngyu Dee. My fellow Capricorn! It’s been fun talking to you. I like how I can talk to you about certain things without thinking twice because I know you won’t judge me, and you know what I mean by certain things. I like how caring you can be and I hope you stay that way. I look forward to seeing you grow and I wish you all the best, truly. This sounds like a goodbye letter omg lol I’m sorry! Here’s to a new year of growing together, mentally and physically xD Love you 💜

@vitaminniedk Viv. My sunshine :,) You’re legit a walking ray of sunlight I cannot. You’re so sweet and kind, bless you. It’s been a pleasure being your friend. I would honestly love to talk to you more~ I know I can be super awkward sometimes excuse me ^^’ but I enjoy our talks nevertheless! I remember when we spent a couple hours watching going svt on youtube in the summer haha. I enjoyed that! Here’s to a new year of friendship. Love you, sunshine 💛

@wooziology Isabelle. My Potato 🥔 (that is literally the title I have for you on my sc LOL.) Your love for Woozi could beat world hunger, just sayin’. Thanks for being my friend and my potato ahaha. I enjoyed our skype session very much and I hope we can have another one soon! I love seeing your snaps on a daily basis :D And omg it’s been so long since I heard you sing. Where’s Isabelle’s 1st studio album? GET IT *sends a letter to Woozi* make it happen. Love you! 💞

I just want to say, if you’re not included, don’t feel discouraged because I will most likely come to you in private and tell you everything 1 on 1. To those who have really been my friends and stuck with me, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Friendships mean a lot to me, and those closest to me know that very well. Thank you once again! Here’s to a better next year!

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seriouslyhooked · 6 years

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Some Call It Magic (A CS AU) Part 17/17

When Killian Jones moves to Storybrooke he instantly senses something strange about this little town in Maine but he’s willing to overlook all the bizarre signs for one reason: the single Mum living next door to him. There’s only one problem. Killian is nearly positive she’s a witch, a brewing potions and casting spells witch. But when true love is involved, does a little thing like magical powers really matter? Story rated M.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9,Part 10,Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16. Also On FF Here.

A/N: Hey everyone! So I am back with the last official chapter of Some Call It Magic (though I do have an eventual epilogue crafted in my head already, so not to worry, the fluff is not completely over it will just take some time to get here). It picks up a few months after the last chapter and includes some of my favorite elements of CS happy endings that I have written many times before. I am sure some of you have guesses of what those might be, but nevertheless I hope that you all enjoy and thank you so much for reading!

Since landing here in Storybrooke all those years ago, Emma had grown accustomed to the seasons. The summers were warm but breezy, though a serious heat wave or two did show up once or twice. The autumn, her favorite time of year, was pure magic, but often over too soon thanks to their northern region’s propensity for the cold. And the winters… well they usually seemed to drag on forever. There were no mild March days, heck, there were usually still snow storms in April, but the long slog of winter had come and gone just as quickly as all the other seasons of late, and suddenly spring was here with the flowers and the sunlight and the renewed hope that life and vibrancy and joy were back within the natural world once more.

Of course Emma hadn’t lost any of that sense of warmth during her winter months, instead finding a comfort and a solace that she cherished more and more with every passing day. Things were good – no, things were fantastic – and they were only on their way to getting better. In a little over a month the day she and Killian had been waiting for what felt like forever for would be here. Their wedding was drawing closer and closer, and on the summer solstice (chosen specifically because Henry insisted it would bring good luck) Emma would be walking down an aisle dressed in white and saying ‘I do’ to the only man the world over who could ever entice her into such a life. She was ready for it too, more ready than she’d ever been for anything, and it was hard to find the patience for that next step, though the happiness that she and her kid and Killian had already found was the surest cure to her wishing for more. Things were damn near perfect in the Jones/Swan household and Emma truly appreciated just how lucky she was to have any of this at all.

“If you keep daydreaming like that I’m making you put a dollar in the jar.”

Ruby’s teasing voice cut in from across the kitchen and Emma grinned as she looked up from the cookie dough she’d been absentmindedly tossing together, not bothering to argue that she had been distracted. It was just so easy for her mind to wander towards how good things were, and if that meant Emma had to fork up a few extra bucks a day and put them in a jar that Ruby had designed so that they could raise the funds for them and all their friends to go on a trip next year, then so be it. As far as Emma could tell it was a win-win: she got to linger in the happiness that was her life and invest in a vacation for all their friends that had been years in the making.

“Didn’t I hear you on the phone earlier?” Emma asked with a knowing smirk. “You know technically the rules include stolen conversations with your husband as being jar worthy too.”

“Fair enough. We’ll call this one a draw,” Ruby acquiesced and Emma only laughed, glad for the humor of it all and the genuinely joyous fact that Emma wasn’t the only one with a happily ever after to keep her occupied. All of her friends had found loves to hold and keep forever and that was a special thing indeed. “That being said your time is up, Ems, and Mary Margaret is adamant that we get our asses out there. Also apparently if we fail to bring chocolate cake there will be hell to pay.”

“What else is new?” Emma joked as she grabbed the treat for their weekly lunch and followed Ruby out into the café. Little did she know that this gathering was about to reveal quite a few new things all at once.

“Wait, so Will is moving here? Just like that?” Ruby asked, playing up her shock when Emma knew she was anything but. Everyone had seen how swiftly the connection had formed between Killian’s friend and Belle over the Christmas holiday and in the months following. It was just a matter of time before one of them relocated, and since Belle had always loved this town and her friends and family here, Emma had never imagined that she would be the one to leave.

“Yeah, just like that,” Belle said with a cheerful smile. “Can you believe it?”

The friends all agreed that they could and offered their congratulations to Belle. Emma was actually even more excited if it was possible, not just because Belle had found her special someone, but because this meant that the last piece of Killian’s old life that he really valued would be coming back into place. Having Will in Storybrooke would no doubt be a comfort to him, and now that she thought about it, Emma doubted there was any way Killian hadn’t already known his friend’s intention. She made a mental note to ask him about that later, but then Elsa had some news of her own to share which distracted Emma from the personal musings.

“I’m going to ask Liam to marry me,” Elsa blurted out before anyone else could fill the silence, and at the proclamation and all the friends’ jaw’s dropped. They were each of them stunned into silence, a rare state for most of them, and it was obvious to Elsa that she’d truly surprised them all with her intentions. “What? I love him guys, you know that.”

“We do, Elsa, and he loves you too,” Emma said, finding her words first and trying to soothe the anxiety that their collective shock had sparked for Elsa. “We’re just surprised. Are you sure you want to be the one to ask? If Liam is anything like his brother – which we both know he is – then he’ll have it all planned. It’ll be perfect.” The other friends nodded their agreement but Elsa just sighed.

“I know, I just… I don’t know. I don’t want to wait anymore. All this talk of Emma’s wedding has just made it more and more clear to me that I want that too. So why wait? Anything could happen, so why waste time when we know it’s right?”

“You’re right, Elsa,” Belle agreed, taking her hand in a supportive gesture. “If this is what your heart is telling you to do then you should do it.”

Everyone else agreed with the assessment but there was one noticeable silence in the group and it came from a source usually filled with commentary, especially when it came to Elsa’s love life: Anna was currently sitting there fidgeting in her chair and avoiding the eyes of everyone, but most noticeably Elsa, and if that wasn’t a dead give away that something was afoot Emma didn’t know what was.

“Anna?” Elsa asked and Anna let out a flustered sigh before the walls she’d had up came crashing down and her words came flooding out.

“Oh God I swore I wouldn’t say anything, because Liam wants things to be a surprise, but if you ask him then it will mess things up and you really don’t want to mess this up, Elsa. He told me his idea and it’s like the story Mom and Dad used to tell us about Dad’s proposal only somehow sweeter. Trust me, sis, just a little more patience. If you can wait – oh sheesh, well I guess I’m giving it all away anyway. He’s proposing tonight. There I said it.”

All of the reactions of the friends ranged at that point, with Mary Margaret falling victim to those happy tears she was famous for and Ruby laughing boisterously as she claimed that she ‘knew’ there as no way that Liam wouldn’t be the one to ask. Meanwhile Elsa looked like she was walking on air, her smile was so wide and then she was standing up, probably on her way to go look for Liam when Emma pulled her back down.

“Not so fast, girl. This isn’t the kind of thing you want to rush. Let me send Killian a text. He’ll know every detail I’m sure, and we can maybe tell him to get a move on without totally giving away that you’re in the know now.”

“Thank you Emma,” Elsa said gratefully as Emma smiled and sent the text, hoping Killian would give her good news to give Elsa.

“Wow, so this is kind of a big day? Anyone else got any other announcements. Now’s your time,” Anna joked and at the same time Mary Margaret and Ruby began speaking, then they laughed and both told the other they should go first. In the end it was Mary Margaret who shared her news first.

“I’m pregnant,” she whispered, looking happier than she’d ever been and all of the friends burst with their excitement. For over a year she and David had been trying, and there were a few times when Emma had thought perhaps the stars were aligning and Mary Margaret was getting her wish, but to hear that she was really getting it now meant so much to every friend there. For Ruby, however, there was a different kind of reaction as she gawked for a moment before sharing her own news, which was that she too was expecting. One baby was one thing, but two new additions on the way left all of the friends completely floored and then all freaking out at once.

“Holy crap, seriously?!” Belle asked as her hands clapped together. “That’s amazing!”

“It really is,” Elsa agreed with just as much happiness as she’d shown at her own incoming proposal. “But you guys being pregnant at the same time? I mean, what are the odds?”

“Well I’m thinking they were better than normal since I made it my New Year’s wish at the ceremony,” Ruby admitted, reminding them all of the protective spell they’d placed on the town and the people they loved as the new year rang in.

All of them had participated in the new year ritual as they always did, but their usual goal of protecting the town and its citizens then ended with each of them offering one silent wish of their own as well. Now, all these months later, it turned out some of those dreams were coming true. In fact, it turned out that Mary Margaret had made the same wish, Elsa had wished to marry Liam, Anna had wished to see her sister as happy in love as she was with Kristoff, and Belle had wished for a way forward with Will. The coincidence was too much, but then everyone looked to Emma expectantly wondering what she wished for.

“So, what was it Emma?” Ruby prodded and Emma shrugged.

“I just wished that we’d all be happy and healthy and safe. I feel like I already have so much, I didn’t really think to ask for anything more.”

As she said the words though, Emma remembered one small part of her wish that had seemed almost trivial at the time. In the little fantasy that had played out in her head, the one where she and Killian were together with Henry as a family, it hadn’t been her house that they were living in. It was the big yellow Victorian not too far from the center of town that had long been a favorite of hers. Maybe it was silly, but she’d always pictured that as the setting for a perfect kind of living. She’d never been able to justify trying to live there if it was just her and Henry, and the owners had never given any indication that they were looking to sell, but now that Killian was a part of this family too and there was a chance that someday their family might grow, Emma couldn’t help but picture it and want to know if maybe the magic of the new year had blessed her over too.

Standing suddenly, Emma offered an apologetic look to her friends and said she’d be back after she went to check on something, and as they looked after her Emma moved through the door of Stay a Spell and headed off towards the house in question. It wasn’t a long walk by any means, but Emma felt this charge of energy coursing through her and she didn’t know if it was hope or anticipation that was getting the best of her, but she knew in her heart she had to come here. Maybe if she spoke to the current owners and just mentioned that she’d be willing to buy if ever they were looking to sell it would ease this sudden want in her, but as she turned the corner and her eyes fell on the house, the initial calm that it inspired was crushed by the sight of a big and bold SOLD sign out front.

“I’m too late,” Emma whispered and her stomach sank as the hope she’d just been feeling faded away.

Standing in front of this place that had long been a cornerstone of her secret dreams for a future life, Emma couldn’t help the twinge of sadness that came. She shook it away as best she could, knowing that it would never matter where they were, as long as she and Henry and Killian were together that would be the perfect home. Still, if ever there were a place to spend forever, to share a life, to raise a family… well this was the fantasy, and it had been for Emma for years now. Giving that up, even if it had never really been hers to begin with, was harder than she expected. All she could hope at this point was that the new owners would treat this place with the love and care that it deserved. Emma hoped this house held the happiness she’d always pictured here, and then she accepted the fact that next time, if a dream like this presented itself, she’d have to strike faster or risk losing out once more.

As that idea of letting this home go began to settle, however, Emma watched the front door of the house open up and two people exited onto the expansive front porch. To say they were the last two people she would have ever expected was an understatement, and then a prickling feeling of almost-awareness moved through her. Killian and Henry weren’t here by coincidence. Something was up with those two, and where they’d teamed up in the past, Emma had only ever found the most beautiful, thoughtful, and glorious results.

“Oh shoot,” Henry said a second later as he descended the front steps of the house and made his way to Emma’s side, but even as he said it, her kid shook his head and smiled like he wasn’t really shocked to see her at all.

“Henry?” Killian asked, after having locked the door behind him, but when he turned and saw Emma, Emma knew in her heart what was coming. “Emma! What’s brought you out this way, love?”

“It’s kind of a long story. We were all at the café and then I just ended up here…”

“Should have known we’d never keep the secret long,” Killian said with a chuckle before coming down and taking Emma’s hand in his. “Henry and I had other plans on how to tell you, Swan, but it seems that plan must change.”

“I still don’t understand,” Emma said, even though she followed enough to realize that this house she’d always loved was about to be theirs.

“Operation Our Home is a go, Mom. Killian and I agreed we needed a new place for all of us to build our new memories together, and we figured the best way to get you on board was to pick a house you couldn’t say no to.”

Emma worked hard to keep the happy tears at bay, but her throat was tight with emotion at the lovely sentiment. And they were absolutely right. She would never say no to this place because it was one that she loved so much. She just couldn’t get over these constant grand gestures. Yet even as she thought that Emma knew they would be a constant. Loving a man like Killian who was thoughtful and kind meant that she’d always feel this way. He was a man with his heart set on one thing, making her and her son happy and building a life with them, and as such Emma knew she was in for years and years of similarly spectacular moments.

“So what do you think, my love?” Killian asked as he pulled Emma into his arms, kissing her temple softly. “Can you picture forever here with us?”

“Yes,” she whispered before looking from the house back to Killian and then down to Henry. “Forever with you two is all I could ever need.”

So with that affirmation from Emma, the three of them all headed back into the house to take a look at the new home that was now theirs. As expected, it was gorgeous and filled with possibility, and over the next few weeks the three of them all crafted a plan for the beautiful future that would be had here for now and always. They added their little touches and unique imprints to make their new home all that it could be, and the best part of all was that Emma knew this house was destined to change and grow in the years to come. For this would be a house for a lifetime, a home for a family, and a place where she’d know the peace love and magic that she’d always wanted her whole life long.

…………….

Holding his wife as the swayed upon the dance floor the night of their wedding, Killian could safely say that he’d never known a joy quite like this.

True, he’d been saying that since the very first moment that he had met his precious Swan, but today had been different even by their incredibly high standards. For today, the two of them had stood before their friends, their family, and practically all the town and vowed to love each other now and always. They’d promised each other a partnership and passion the likes of which so few people would ever experience, and Killian knew in his heart that there was more to this than luck. This was, as Henry liked to say, fated from the start. He was meant to find Emma and love her always, and now he would finally have his chance.

As the music played around them, Killian hummed the tune, much to the amusement of his wife, but the soundtrack of his evening wasn’t the funny irony of Frank Sinatra singing about love and witchcraft. It was a loop of the vows they’d exchanged just a few hours before. All he could see was Emma in that transcendent moment when she became his and he became irrevocably hers. Dressed in the ivory lace gown she still wore currently, her golden hair pinned back but with loose tendrils in the front, and her eyes filled with happy tears that made those jade pools he was constantly lost in shine even brighter, Emma was an angel made real. She had been a true vision in the moment they were wed and remained so all evening long, making Killian keenly aware that he was the single most fortunate man the world over.

“Killian, for so long I was scared to even dream of letting someone into this life I’ve made for Henry and me. My past had taught me that love like this wasn’t in the cards for me, and so I shied away for it for a long long time. But thankfully my heart knew better – heck my kid knew better – and because of that faith and a little bit of magic, here we are.”

Those words had caused a stir amongst their audience, who had hardly been contained as the ceremony went on. Not that Killian was surprised. Between the noisy but thrilled tears of half of Emma’s friends and the commentary streams from Ruby, Henry, Liam, and the others it hadn’t been the solemn, sanctified wedding of tradition. But it had been perfect all the same, and Emma had let out a giggle at their antics that Killian still felt deep in his soul as she continued.

“Since meeting you, I’ve felt a change within me and I’ve sensed a shift in this life I always swore to protect. I thought before I had more than any one person could ever need, but I was so wrong. You’ve shown me the light that love brings in, and that magic can be more than I ever thought possible. Together I know we will build a life truly worth living, a life filled with love and laughter and today I get the realest blessing of calling you my husband. I couldn’t be happier for that, because it means I get to walk this path and start this journey with you, the man I love, the man who makes my dreams come true. I’ll love you forever, Killian Jones. Forever and then a little more.”

In the face of her sweetest words and promise of love Killian had been choked up himself, but despite what tradition might dictate, he was unable to simply dive into his own prepared words. Instead he’d pulled his almost wife and better half close for a kiss that wasn’t supposed to take place just yet. The hoots and hollers of their friends reminded them of that, but as he’d broken away and told Emma that she was everything to him, he knew the woman who held his whole heart so gently in her hand didn’t care about tradition. The happiness in her eyes was testament enough that they were in this together and making their own way, no matter what others might think or feel.

“Emma, from the moment we met there has never been a single second where I wasn’t sure that you would change my world. In an instant you anchored a restless a soul that had been wandering too long. I was lost out in the world, but the greatest cruelty was I didn’t even see how much I was missing until I was led here, to the home I so desperately needed.”

“See! He gets it,” Henry had whispered to Liam loud enough for everyone to hear and another laugh was shared throughout the space.

“Aye, lad I do,” Killian responded, turning back and nodding at Henry before looking back again to Emma and proceeding on.

“At first I thought the town itself held something special, something different. But you were the change I needed, Swan. You were the love I’d never hoped to find and through all you are and all you’ve given me you have made it impossible not to love you. In truth, I can’t express just how deep that love goes, for words cannot contain all that I feel. Just know that with every passing moment my love for you grows, and every day I thank God for all we have because you were willing to take a chance, and because fate intervened and showed me the way to the only life I could ever want. What we have here is more than magic, Emma. It’s something meant to be, and I swear to you that I will cherish you and our family for this day and all my days forever more.”

With those sacred vows now out between them, Killian hadn’t feel any less charged with emotion, and that was only made more real and tangible when Emma too broke form and pulled him in for a kiss before their officient could give them both permission. It was perfect though, every single detail of it, and the party that followed with all the well wishers in their life was beautiful too. It was an evening under the stars, lit up by lanterns and twinkling lights in the same glen on the property of their new home where Killian had proposed at Christmas. Here now wildflowers blossomed, some from the summer season itself, but others magically crafted by Emma and her friends. Fireflies too flashed in the wooded area just beyond, and the subtle sound of waves upon the shore sounded from the beach not too far away.

This was, by every kind of measurement, a runaway success, a wedding to remember, but the only thing that gnawed at Killian was that in all of the festivities Emma and Killian hadn’t had the chance to really be alone. It had been more than twenty-four hours, in fact, since he and Emma had spent the night before their wedding apart, and though he was assuaged on some level by holding her in his arms as they swayed across the dance floor, his heart yearned for the chance to steal Emma away and show her just how much he loved her.

“How much trouble do you think we’ll get in if we make a run for it now?” Emma asked, her voice trickling into Killian’s thoughts and so closely resembling his own line of thinking that he had to grin as he pulled back to look into her eyes, his hand cupping her jaw as his thumb traced gently at the corner of her mouth.

“I’ve been assessing that very question for some time, my love.”

“And have you found any answers?” Emma asked, pulling him in closer by the dress shirt he was wearing so he was only a whisper away. “Because I’d really like to start my wedding night with my husband right about now.”

“Say no more, Swan,” Killian replied before surprising her and lifting her into his arms to carry across the dance floor and from the reception. The cheers that went out at the action were of a raucous if well-meant variety and after a brief check in with Henry, who was staying the night with Liam and Elsa, Killian brought his wife up the pathway from the meadow where they’d just held their reception and to the new home that they’d found together and crafted into a place perfect for them.

Tonight would be the first time that they’d spend in this house despite their owning it for about a month now. They could have moved in sooner, but Emma had made mention one night as they lay in bed together in her old house of how romantic it would be to have their wedding night be the first one spent in the place they’d be building their lives from here on out. Killian had decided in that moment that that was exactly what they’d do. He had no desire to deny his bride in any way, not when his surest form of pleasure was seeing Emma satisfied, but before he could take her upstairs and make love to her the whole night through, there was one last thing he needed from the woman he loved – and he felt his hands begin to shake after he’d carried Emma through the threshold and put her down in their home.

“There’s just one thing left, Emma, and I know it’s a little out of the ordinary in terms of a wedding present, but I was hoping I might ask for mine specifically.”

Emma looked a little puzzled at his words, and then looked surprised when he pulled out a file of papers from a drawer there in the living room, but upon reading what they said, tears filled her eyes and a small smile graced her lips before her hand flew up to cover them. She scanned the lines, trying to be sure of what she was reading, before looking back at Killian with so much love it almost hurt to see it and not sweep her upstairs right now.

“Today you’ve already given me the world, Emma. Becoming my wife, joining our families, it means everything to me, and I never want to pressure you or Henry, but just as my love for you sprang from our first encounter, so too did my love for your son.”

“Our son,” Emma said happily. “Killian this is – God it almost feels like too much, but it’s not, it’s perfect. I know Henry would love to have you as his Dad officially, and nothing would mean more to him than to be a Jones too.”

“You really think so?” Killian asked, hopeful that Henry would be amiable to the idea but never wanting to take the boy’s approval of him for granted.

“I know so,” Emma said with a firm sense of assurance that couldn’t be denied. Then she put the papers back on the side table next to them and pulled Killian in close once more. “And I also know that I can’t wait another second to be with you, Killian. So please don’t make me wait.”

“Never,” Killian promised before they made their way upstairs and to the master suite all laid out and arranged for this evening and the life they’d share here.

Part of Killian felt like the familiar dance of stripping off the layers between them moved too quickly even as it seemed to take an age to reveal his wife to his hungry gaze. With deft fingers Emma had removed all the garments that kept her from him, but when it came to be his turn Killian tried to take it slower. He wanted to commit every element of this to memory, from the way Emma’s wedding gown slipped off her a little more when each button was undone, to the reveal of the barest scraps of white lace underneath that left him even more crazed for her. Every second that past was another moment to hold close forever, but perhaps none struck his heart as surely as when Emma flashed him a knowing grin as her hair hung loose around her shoulders. She had never looked more poised and confident and sure of herself and of him, and that was all he’d ever wanted since meeting this remarkable woman all those months ago.

“Much as I love the way you’re looking at me, I can only take so much waiting tonight,” Emma said, moving back into the bed and bidding him to follow like a moth drawn to a flame. “I need to know that this is real. I need you to show me.”

“Nothing’s ever been more real than this, Emma, and I’ll spend the rest of our lives and then some proving that to you.

Killian punctuated each of those words with kisses against her skin, first at her lips then down her jaw, trailing a teasing path that didn’t exactly hurry, but built momentum towards what his wife ultimately needed. Emma thought hard and fast was the answer, but with a whole life ahead of them Killian had no intention of speeding up the clock. He’d savor every moment, taste every part of her, and sate every need his Swan could possibly conceive of, and then he’d do it again and again before the sun was up. That was his duty as her husband, and Killian would never back down from his honor and his right to lay the world at Emma’s feet.

With the aim of satisfying both of them in mind, Killian found the balance between sweet and torturous tension that would soon lead to release. He let his hands roam across the expanse of her soft skin, tracing underneath the flimsy bra that she still had on her and feeling her intake of breath. Moments like this were intoxicating, stronger than any high he’d ever felt. Some might say it was like being caught up in a spell that she had cast months ago, but Killian had never felt freer or more alive than when he had Emma in his arms like this. Feeling her writhe beneath him as he stripped her of the garment that stood between them and brought his mouth to her breasts, Killian held back the moan at the back of his throat that came from Emma’s earnest pleas. Hearing his name tumble past her lips over and over mixed with words of her love and her need were almost too much to bear, and when he knew he had her frenzy building higher and higher his hand trailed down, slipping past the lace between her thighs and sinking home to her waiting sex, finding Emma already at the very edge of climax.

“Killian.”

His name this time was barely more than a whimper, caught up in the feeling as she was and Killian looked up to find her eyes closed as she chased the feeling of bliss that would come when he let her fall apart. Perhaps a stronger man would have waited, would have prolonged that state for the sake of more payoff down the line, but Killian couldn’t. Instead he swirled his thumb against her clit with just the right amount of pressure to have her clinging to him as she broke apart in his arms, reveling in how freely Emma gave herself and how undeniable her trust was that he would never steer her wrong.

Seeing Emma in such a state only fueled the need within Killian further. He was aching for his own release, but unable to comprehend it just yet. If this was going to last and he was going to get his fill of his beautiful wife he needed to be patient and draw this out. He did this by slowing back down to a languid speed, kissing his way down Emma’s body and leaving the faintest of marks as he went, much to Emma’s pleasure. Sated as she’d seemed a few moments before, it didn’t take long for Killian to rile her back up again, and by the time he was positioned between her thighs ready to take her with his mouth her eyes had filled with that same glint of need and her skin flushed pink with heat and desire. Then he ripped off the last remaining piece of lace keeping Emma from him and she swallowed harshly, fighting to find words because even in their most intimate moments her wit couldn’t be contained.

“And to think I thought you’d like those…”

“Like isn’t the word I’d use, love, but they were in my way and you know I don’t stand for anything that keeps us apart.”

With those words spoken between them and the responding look in Emma’s eyes that said she felt the same way, Killian descended towards her slick flesh and Emma caved to the sensations in an instant. Time had taught Killian exactly what his Swan desired and every flick and suck and lick was purposefully meant to stoke the flames she felt within. It was all done in the hopes of watching her shatter again, and by God he did, but before he could send her tipping over for a third time she pulled him back with her hands in his hair and shook her head, trying to silently say what she needed before she found her words.

“I need you with me this time, Killian. Please.”

That one word rendered him powerless to resist Emma’s wishes, not that he’d ever want to. He was at the edge as it was, but when he’d slipped home and filled her in one solid thrust that state of mind-numbing lust shocked his system once again. She was so damn tight it cast out all other thoughts from his consciousness. They fit together like they were made to be one and every time they made love was more powerful than the last, but tonight was different. Tonight they were man and wife and the comfort and peace that came from that was matched only by the adoration Killian always carried for Emma and the endless love he felt for the woman who had transformed his whole world.

Eventually, despite his plans to make this last as long as could be, they came together, crashing into ecstasy side by side and panting for breath as they did, but they both knew it was just a short reprieve. They’d be like this all evening, wrapped up together, neither of them letting go when all they wanted was this closeness. If they slept at all it would be a miracle, but who needed sleep when they could have a love like this instead?

“So… is this the part where the guy and the girl live happily ever after?” Emma asked, her cheek resting on Killian’s shoulder as her fingers traced a delicate design along his chest. Killian smiled, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head before replying.

“Aye, love. That’s typically how these stories go. At least that’s what they tell me.”

“According to Henry our story has a few more characters on the way,” Emma said thoughtfully and Killian felt his heart skip a beat at the mention of more children. He hadn’t wanted to say anything or push Emma to go faster than she was willing, but by bringing it up he had to believe she was more ready for that step than he’d originally anticipated and God knew he was just as willing to start that journey together.

“Well it is our destiny it seems. And if we’ve such a destiny ahead of us then perhaps we better get a move on,” Killian murmured as his fingers trailed up Emma’s stomach lightly, bringing out goose bumps as he did.

“We actually might already be there,” Emma whispered and Killian’s eyes flew up to hers, searching for an answer. “I haven’t taken a test or anything, but I’m a few days late and last night I had the strangest dream…”

“A dream, eh?” Killian asked, biting back a smile since dreams seemed to have a very powerful implication in this family.

“Yeah. It was eerily similar to some I’ve only ever had once before.”

“And when was that, love?” Killian asked, though he already knew in some way where Emma was going with this.

“When I was pregnant with Henry. Before all of this I might have thought it was just a coincidence but now…”

Would wonders never cease? Killian couldn’t imagine how one day could bring all of this joy into an already happy life, but here he was feeling like the universe just kept on giving. A wedding, a wife, a son, and possibly another child on the way… Could there be anything to describe this other than that he lived a charmed life?

“But now,” Killian said as he took Emma’s hand in his and kissed it lightly. “Now we know not to question your magic, my love.”

“Or the magic we make together,” Emma said with a laugh and Killian couldn’t stop himself from laughing too as Emma clarified her statement. “Okay I’ll admit that was cheesy, but I figure we get a pass because it’s true love right?”

“Aye, love, the truest love that love can be.”

And the beautiful thing was that it was a pure and unyielding kind of love, the likes of which are ripe for magic and joy and every good thing. Years would come and years would go, and in the life that Emma and Killian built together, their love, and the magic it inspired, always seemed to follow. Good things came, and trials came too, but in the end it was a happy union that the two of them shared together, and thanks to the strength of their love and the unbreakable bond they’d created by saying yes to their hearts’ desires, that magic would never die and never waiver, instead extending to their children and their children’s children for generations and generations to come.

Post-Note: It is always so bittersweet to come to the end of a story, especially ones like this one where not only was it a joy to write, but it clearly was a new favorite for a lot of my lovely readers. So I just want to thank each and every one of you who reached out about this story in any capacity. Whether it was reviews, comments, messages, or what have you, you guys fed the muse even through the driest spells of my PhD program and for that I am so grateful. As I said before, there will undoubtedly be an epilogue (or a couple epilogues) to come for this story, because how could I ever not show a better glimpse into the happy ending a few years down the line? But I just don’t know when that will be at this point. It might have to wait until my next school break but it will come. Anyway thanks again, I really hope you all have enjoyed and be on the lookout because I have plans for a new AU coming out in the new year and many more oneshots to boot. Thanks again, and happy New Year!

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Green Thumb

for @unnaturalalien

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Otabek has a green thumb. It gets him into trouble.

The first (second, on a technicality) time Otabek meets Yuri, he goes back to Almaty and plants gladioli bulbs deep in the ground. It will take time for them to grow, because it is still winter and the ground is hard, and Otabek is sure he should have put them in a planter then the green house. But. They are swords for a soldier, and they will struggle but survive and thrive, or not.

“Gladiolus?” His mother asks incredulous when the flowers pierce through the soil come spring. Otabek hums noncommittally at the green spears poking through. Then he leaves his mother puzzling and goes to practice.

The gladioli have grown to their full height and bloomed an array of colors when Otabek is again moved to plant something. Or somethings. The only bulbs he could find were alstroemeria and yellow tulips, but they would bring a bright pop of color to the garden, but they are unapologetic in their cheerful color.

He doesn’t get much of a chance to do more than stick them in the ground before Yuri’s flying in - ostensibly, because his flexibility has failed to go to shit even though he’s hit a growth spurt that puts him above Otabek in height, and Yakov’s freaked himself out into arrhythmia, so off Yuri goes to Otabek’s coach for a bit. “Yakov doesn’t believe in the power of yoga,” is what Yuri scathingly informs Otabek of when he steps out of the airport. Otabek nods, because that’s as good a reason as any, especially for as storied a coach as Yakov, and how set in his ways he reportedly is. Though why to Otabek’s coach is anyone’s guess, up until Minami comes in chattering like a particularly cheerful and/or excited chicken. The shock of red in his hair doesn’t help the impression.

His coach tells him, in poor if passable Russian, “I know you told me you were going to get me a rooster, but I didn’t think you’d seriously do it.” If Otabek didn’t know the context - his coach has been complaining about her recent addiction to eggs causing her grocer concern - Otabek’d be making the same face as Yuri, who would later take him aside and inform him that if his coach has trouble waking up in the morning, maybe he should get a better coach? It takes some hurried explaining that his coach, in attempting to not stick out like a foreign Canadian thumb, has taken up learning Russian. And also probably forgot the word for chicken.

The face Yuri makes then - awkward horror coupled with pity, eyes wide and green - is one Otabek will cherish forever. Mostly because he laughs so hard he has to take a moment to remember how to breathe right.

That has nothing at all to do why he goes and buys a planter and pushes in tiny seeds of marjoram, green like meadows.

The marjoram makes for tasty western-style chicken, and quells the ache in Otabek’s chest that is not homesickness, for all that it feels the same as when he longed for Almaty.

Or as Yuri so helpfully puts it, the next time they meet, “Oh no, you’re a foodie.” Then spams him links about western herbs after Otabek beats him - a bad collision in the Free Skate warm up had left Yuri concussed and barred from performing. Yuri had understood and conceded with something like dignity to the ISU official, even if he raged about it privately between waves of headache. He’s glassy eyed and stormy, like the moss in Canada, but Otabek will never tell Yuri that.

This means there’s only one thing to do. Otabek stares down Viktor - predictably going pure healthy in the grocery store and giving no thought to flavor, no you cannot make protein drinks for every meal - until Katsuki digs out Viktors wallet (and doesn’t that say something, that Katsuki holds his fiance’s wallet) and hands it over. Otabek buys sorrel, savory, thyme, tarragon, and sage as fresh as he can get them, then buys the seeds too - maybe one of those greens will be closer to the right green; the marjoram is too green and not enough tinges of sky blue to suffice.

Then he makes dinner, because Yuri’s kitchen is off limits to Yuri as long as he’s concussed.

The chicken takes the flavors well, but perhaps it would work better on something like pork? They discuss the idea at length, with Yuri baldly claiming it would work best in pirozhki. Because fried foods are a good idea to eat for an athlete.

After, when Otabek is home, he pushes the seeds into the same planter as the marjoram. Then, upon further reflection, horehound and goldenrod, to balance the sudden infestation of green. Herbs are tasty.

Otabek knows his mother is quietly judging him. His father just believes he’s taking an interest in a hobby, and keeps passing him horticulture books discreetly. If blatantly passing books across the breakfast table can be called discreet.

Still, it is tacit approval if anything, so Otabek uses it as permission to completely take over the garden. He’s always wanted apple trees, and the peach tree and cherry trees are more for beauty than function. He’s smuggled a blackberry bush over by the pond, and far more flowers than should be reasonably put in a garden. Sure they don’t need azaleas burning red-pink in definiance - they’re fucking delicate to grow - but they’re pretty and all the Aunties are jealous.

Yuri FaceTime’s to see the garden, hearing from Seung-gil through JJ that the garden is absolutely out of control. Otabek is planting larkspur, in thin long spears of blue and purple and pink. “Come to the gate, asshole. Let me in.” The background had seemed suspiciously familiar, but they FaceTime regularly, it’s not a huge thing for a place to seem familiar.

Yuri’s in the garden almost immediately, “Holy shit. How many plants do you have in here.”

Otabek looks away and tries not to think about the actual count. Its... larger than anyone would actually want to think about.

Yuri spends a good portion of his illicit break - “I caught Viktor and Piggie,” being the most he says on the subject, leaving Otabek and his mother to fill in the blanks with (respectively) furrowed brows and pinched lips - in the garden, taking photos, and complaining about being bored whenever he’s not at practice or napping.

Otabek’s mother gifts him a book on flowers when Yuri leaves. Otabek doesn’t know what to make of that, but gifts Yuri a forget-me-not in a pot. He had too many plants anyways.

“Dude. How do you pick the flowers you plant.” The question comes out of nowhere, and ambushed Otabek blurts out the first thing that comes to mind.

“They remind me of you.” The he freezes, because he’s never meant to tell Yuri that in such transparent terms, and flees to ice for his Short Program.

Most people would think it’d be hard to run away from someone in the staging area of an ice skating rink. They’d be wrong. Otabek isn’t the largest person ever, so slinking around in a crowd without being noticed is something he can do easily. Granted, it only works around the people who don’t know him, and out of his costume and sports suit, but it works.

He’s nearly completely out of the complex when he gets beaned in the back of the head with something that makes a soft swooothump upon contact. Otabek still stumbles, and is about to yell at whoever threw the whatever at him, when he notices what they are. Forsythia, gardenia, and sunflowers. An odd bouquet, a mishmash of colors and types of flowers that can only mean it was a specialty bouquet someone had made specifically. It’s the first time Otabek has gotten such a bouquet, though more popular skaters like Viktor probably get their fair share. Otabek takes it, because it’s probably from a shy fan and while he’d certainly have preferred not to be hit with it, it’s still nice to get a bouquet like this. “Thank you,” he calls down the empty corridor behind him.

His mother falters when she sees the bouquet. She nearly drops her favorite teapot and trips over the family cat, then keeps sending him concerned glances for the rest of the night. Otabek has no idea why, though his father just pats him on the back and congratulates him. On what, he’s not sure. Hopefully the medal; if not then the strawberries. It’s a little late in the season, but maybe they fruited while Otabek was away?

Otabek ignores it in favor of preparing for the next season. It’s almost the Olympics and he wants to go and represent Kazakhstan.

Except his older sister comes home. She’s technically an international consultant and always in foreign places, so her being home is something of an event. She takes one look at the garden, at his bouquet flourishing in it’s vase, then drags him off by the ear.

They go to a bar on their bikes, and she buys a round of beers. “So, who’s the special someone?” Otabek calmly finishes his mouthful of beer and then stares his sister down. She raises a single eyebrow and stares back. They both take after their mother like this, to their father’s eternal humor.

This goes on for a bit, until his sister breaks. “Do you not know?” She gestures at him to not speak when he opens his mouth. “All your flowers and plants - they’re all pretty telling. Friendship, happiness, adoration, joy? Ardent attachment? And those one’s in the vase? All tell of someone who liiiiikes you.” She grins and Otabek freezes.

“The last one was a fan bouquet.”

She waves it off, “Fine, that one’s out. But the rest?” Her grin is deadly, and Otabek knows better than to cross that grin. But he doesn’t really want to respond, and that might be worse?

“Oi, hag, back off.” Yuri yanks out a chair, spins it around, and sits on it backwards. How or why he’s here is certainly in question, but Otabek isn’t going to question someone saving him.

“Yura, this is my older sister.” His sister waves in cheerful greeting.

Yuri sizes her up. Then dismisses her, and Otabek will weep at Yuri’s grave. “Did you like the flowers?” Yuri asks apropos of nothing. His sister spits out her beer, Otabek is sweating bullets.

“Did you throw them at me?” His sister’s shoulders are shaking. This is not helping.

Yuri shrugs. “I was in a rush. Did you like them?” He crosses his arms over the back of the chair, eyes sparkling. “I used the book your mom gave me to look up their meanings.”

Otabek swallows thickly. “They are lovely.” It’s the truth. His sister is dying. He prays for swift mercy.

Someone in Heaven must be listening, because Yuri’s phone rings. He answers it angrily. “What? You’re shitting me. That fucking asshole. You tell him to turn right the fuck back around -,” Yuri looks up and his eyes are storms. “Fuck you, I’ll be right there.” The to the world at large. “I’ll be around later - there’s an asshole I need to murder.”

He leaves in a storm of punk. His sister leans over the table and murmurs sotto voce. “You certainly can pick them, Otabek.” Then she goes back to giggling.

Otabek likes to think he knows himself well. Daily meditation and yoga are supposedly good for that sort of thing, and he’s prone to self-introspection anyways. He leaves his sister and goes home, steals his mother’s favorite flower book and carefully looks up each and every plant he’s planted. While he’s been picking for color all this time - the colors that look like Yuri, or something that reminds Otabek of Yuri - the meanings of each are damning too. He’s knowingly and unknowingly declared himself to anyone who’s cared to look, and he feels exposed. That Yuri knows too...

But something his sister says sticks to him. He goes back in and carefully pages to the right flowers. Forsythia, gardenia, sunflower. Oh.

Thankfully, his parents are out and his sister has informed him she’s going out with old friends while she’s in town and not to wait up for her. It means there’s a lack of audience, which is good and bad. Good because the fewer witnesses the better, but bad, because he doesn’t know what to do with this information. It’s not wrong, really, but it’s also - something fragile and new to him, something he wants to curl around and be firm in before he lets it go into the universe.

He doesn’t have long to decide, as someone rings the doorbell impatiently. Probably Yuri then. Otabek lets him in. “Sorry about that,” Yuri apologizes brusquely. “Old man was giving me shit.” Meaning Viktor most likely. Otabek nods sympathetically.

Yuri grins, lightning bright. “So you did like my flowers!” The vase is still out, and the book still open. Otabek hopes he doesn’t look guilty. “You know, it figures you’d use something other than words to tell people how you feel. A whole garden is a bit much though.”

Otabek busies himself with making tea. A whole garden isn’t much when you consider other people they know. Viktor and Yuuri Katsuki come to mind immediately, but so do JJ and Isabella. Perhaps the whole of ice skating needs to be written off as a wash overall? “The plants remind me of you,” he says uselessly. It’s not new information, technically, but it feels right to say.

Yuri is startled, eyes wide. “Oh.” A beat, then, “I don’t know how to take that.”

Otabek sighs, “Me neither.” Something twists across Yuri’s face, shock, anger, acceptance, despair. “But. I like it. And I like you.”

The tea kettle whistles in the silence.

Yuri hunches over, strange in his too thin too tall frame to be stooped over like a sleeping bird. When he looks up, his face is clear. “I like you too.” An admission, but another thing already known only waiting to be put to words.

Which makes things easier and more difficult. “Perhaps, maybe.” He falters.

Thin hands clasp his. “Selfies in the garden you grew for me?” Mischief abounds, and maybe the marjoram was green enough. “Then, you, me, and Breath of the Wild?” As Otabek is lead out, “That should be fine as a date right?”

Otabek nods just once, even though Yuri can’t possibly see, and the answering squeeze of his hand is enough.

#otayuri #yuribek #otabek altin #yrui plisetsky #otabek has a green thumb #its cute #art writes #i don't feel liek double typing all the flower meanings #go check the AO3 for those

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