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starr-fall-knight-rise · 4 years

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Humans are Space Orcs “Christmas.”

wrote this based on a request for fluff, so I have delivered the fluff. There is a certain group of you who will probably be a little bit made at me when you finish :)

But here is the token Christmas episode, and I hope you all like it

“Alright, try it now.”

“But Commander, I'll have to pull power from the reactor core.”

“I said do it airmen, did it sound like a question?”

“Yes, sir.”

A sudden eruption of lights exploded about the mess hall, and down the hallways of the ship, thousands of tiny twinkling lights. Krill, having been walking to speak with the Commander paused at the entrance to the room and spun around in wonder. Lines upon lines of lights had appeared out of nowhere to be projected around the walls of the room and down the hallways of the ship. They weren’t bright or anything, instead an almost delicate yellow in color gently twinkling like the light of distant stars.

“Get those overhead lights off,”

With a loud thud, the lights switched off, casting the room into the warm ambient glow of those thousand twinkling lights. He spun in a circle staring up at the ceiling, shocked to find a mosaic of falling snowflakes, which faded and vanished before hitting the floor,

“Give me more fall-off on that snow airman. Tomorrow better be magical or someone is getting their ass fired.”

He turned his head again eyes widening in geater wonder as they fell on the center of the room. The flickering, projected hologram of a massive tree. It was one of those furry looking earth plants that could reach higher than thirty feet tall, though this one only nearly brushed the ceiling. It stood in the middle of the room decorated by hundreds more twinkling lights, yards of red ribbon and shiny glass balls. Atop the tree, there was projected the human caricature of a star glittering with firelight.

Tongues of phantom fire licked against the far wall, under a mantle of stone and brick.

Krill turned in another wide circle as the strange lights flickered around him, reminding him strangely of the space walk he had gone on with the commander so long ago, stepping out into the darkness surrounded by stars, alone in the vastness of space, but where that had been cold and distant, this was a close warmness that filled him up from the inside and made him feel oddly warm.

Soft footsteps behind him and then a pause.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“What is it?’

“Realistically, more than four thousand years of pagan-christian and corporate tradition.” Krill looked up to find the array of glittering lights reflected against the human’s bright green iris. His voice grew soft, though it stayed warm, “More romanticized…. This is…. Home. This is childhood and imagination, and family wrapped in a box and tied with a bow. This is being warm when its cold and loved when you’re alone. This is comfort on the edges of space when earth is a trillion lightyears away and you may never go back.”

“Feeling a bit poetic today I see?’

The Commander shrugged, “Maybe a little…. Kind of homesick too.” he sighed, “This is the first year I won’t be celebrating Christmas with my family.”

“Christmas?”

“Yeah, I’m not exactly sure what it meant to other people, but when I was a kid, it was mostly just a day to celebrate our family…. Mom loves Christmas, she goes all out every year, even when things were tight…. She always managed to make things special. One year dad snuck out in the middle of the night and left reindeer tracks in the snow to convince us they had been there.”

“Er, Reindeer?”

“Ah, never mind. I’ll tell you about it later. Important thing is getting everything ready for tonight. If you want to see the real magic.”

Krill stared at the commander as he walked away not entirely sure what the hell that was supposed to mean. He was trailed by a rather grumpy looking Glados. In the past few months the adaptid had grown to the size of a medium sized dog, and the Commander was, more and more, forcing her to walk on her own, Which she didn’t much like.

Krill glanced around at the lights one last time before returning down the hall and towards the medical bay. All across the ship crew members were busy putting up decorations, stringing strange fluffy streamers over the exposed piping.

One crew-member, in a red and a green hat with a bell on top was hanging strange plants from the tops of doorways. He looked on in confusion before stepping into the medical bay greeted by Dr. Katie, who was wearing a red and white dress with a matching hat and striped leggings. She looked like a peppermint stick...

“Good evening krlll, are you ready for christmas?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Other than it's some sort of human holiday.”

“Yeah, it’s the one day of year where people get together and give each other gifts and stuff. To some people it means different things, simply a family day or to celebrate religious figures. Just sort of depends. Some people don’t celebrate it at all, but the Commander seems pretty big on christmas, so why not.”

“Why are you dressed up like that?”

She winked at him, “Because I’m an elf silly.”

“You know this is almost the first time in half a year in which I have no understood a single word coming out of your mouth. She simply winked and continued on her way whistling happily.”

Of course the night came, and out of Character Dr. katie curled up on one of the hospital beds and fell asleep leaving Krill alone in the half darkness. He spent the rest of his time on the internet looking up information on the so-called holiday. What he found was a tangled mess of pagan-cristian-and corporate traditions just like the Commander had suggested. A lot to do with saints and demons and more information than he was willing to read all the way through at this moment. He wasn’t a xeno historian after all.

The night wore on, and he sensed a strange stillness in the air around him caused by the ambient light leaking in from the hallway, warm and fiery.

It was close to two in the morning when a knock came on the door to the medical bay. Dr. Katie stirred and sat up adjusting her dress as she ran over motioning Krill after her. Curiously he followed after her, stepping into the hall to find….. More than a strange sight. There was Conn, draped all over in glittering tinsel to add to his flowing ribbons. A couple other humans were dressed in the strange red and green costumes with pointy hats and bells on their shoes. Waffles, the dog, was sitting just before the door wearing a fake pair of antlers, her tongue lolling happily from one side of her mouth. Sitting with her were the three adaptids in similar states of dress glados looking cowed but a little more than miffed to be there. Both of them were covered in bells as well, and all of that strangeness arrayed around the weirdest thing of all, a very large fat man in a blindingly red suit, and big white beard.

He moved forward ad Dr. Katie hopped over to join the strange party grinning and giggling as she patted waffle’s head. The dog licked her hand, “You make such adorable reindeer.” She reached down to pat Glados next, and the adaptid sulked, but didn’t try to bite her as she might have done with someone else.

“HO HO HO, Merry Christmas!” Said the big fat man, and looking up into his eyes, Krill suddenly grew very suspicious. He had only ever seen a shade of green like that on one human.

“What the hell have you done to yourself.” he demanded.

Adam raised an eyebrow, though most of his face was covered by a beard, “I have no idea what you’re on about.”

Krill was horrified, “Look at you…. How…. how do you gain that much weight in such a short amount of time. Are you mad? Are you ok? Are you going to die of a heart attack in the next fifteen minutes because something tells me this can’t be healthy.” He glared at the human, “When were you going to tell me that humans could just spontaneously gain an enormous amount of weight. Whatever this is, it is an immediate medical emergency. Plus the beard, some serious hormonal dis-regulation I can’t even begin to imagine what sort of-”

“KRILL! Its a suit, a costume, I didn’t just spontaneously gain weight.” The human adjusted his beard voice sounding more normal now that he wasn’t trying to make it deeper, “I’m Santa Claus?

“And who is that supposed to be?”

“Well, he is the physical embodiment of the spirit of Christmas. Legend says, he lives at the north pole, and works with the elves making toys all year round. He keeps to lists, and on one list appears the name of all the well behaved children, and on the other list appears the names of the naughty children, he will check both lists twice, and there is no point trying to trick him because he sees everything. And then on the night of Christmas, he gathers all the presents into the back of his sleigh, which is pulled by nine magical flying reindeer. Then, he takes all night to to fly all around the world delivering presents to kids. Most of the time he comes down the chimney, if you have one. He will fill stockings (socks) hung over the fireplace with small toys and then put the big presents under the Christmas tree. If you were a bad kid than he wouldn’t leave a present, but a lump of coal instead. Generally it is recommended that one leaves some cookies and a glass of milk out as a thank you, oh, and carrots for the reindeer.”

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There was silence for a long moment, “What in the name of beelzebub's balls kind of story is that.”

Even through the beard he could tell that Adam was frowning, “Stop being such a Grinch. It’s a great story, to help kids behave, and keep the magic alive for a little while before you become and old cantankerous adult that doesn’t believe in anyone or anything anymore.”

“And what is a grinch.”

“A grinch is an angry green person who hates to see other people happy….. Arguably they also hate corporate Christmas, but I digress. Scrooge is also someone who doesn't get the point of Christmas, and both are definitely insults, now come on. You are joining me and my elves while we go deliver presents.”

Before he could protest, he was presented with pointy hat with a bell on it, and forced to follow as they wandered silently off down the halls.

Adam pulled out a clipboard, “Alright everyone, our list here says that approximately 85% of the crew celebrates Christmas, but we will still be delivering presents to everyone because we are nice and that is what we do. Nobody is expected to join in tomorrow but everyone is invited because we aren't trash humans.” Glados and Waffles walked at his heels as the rest of the humans followed behind lugging large bags over their shoulders, “Alright Katie, you’re with me in filling the stockings, the rest of you are charged with leaving a trail to the mess hall where the actual presents will be, one for everyone at least, no one is left out. Corporal, you get the people who don’t celebrate Christmas, and just leave the gifts outside their doors. Make sure to leave the notes for them as well so they know they are invited if they want to come.”

“Yes s…. Ur Mr. Claus?”

“Damn Straight.”

“What about the Drev?”

“I am including them in the list of people who celebrate simply because I want them to have the experience once before they decide whether they like it or not. Everyone should get the chance to at least choose.”

It too nearly the next few hours to get things done. Krill Accompanied the Commander, Conn, waffles, and the Adaptids as they jingled quietly up the halls slipping into rooms where crew members had been instructed to leave socks hanging from their bed frames.

On more than one occasion Krill watched as a very confused human, light sleeper, sat up and watched blearily as they exited the room with a confused look on their faces. Some seeming even amused. The heavier sleepers didn’t notice a thing.

They reached the Drev and Marine quarters at some point towards the end of the night, making it through one relatively quickly, but just as he was about to step into the last room, Glados growled and snapped at his boot.

Commander…. Santa? Looked down and harrumphed, “Someone here is going on the naughty list.” Katie and Krill leaned forward as a light shined down on the delicate silver trip wire cut across the door.

Katie snorted, “Coal.”

Quietly, he stepped over the line and into the room Glados leaping behind him. “Alright which one of the naughty children is trying to capture St. Nick?”

Krill turned on his thermal vision and could see the vast majority of the marines were not sleeping.”

He turned to look over at Krill and Conn, who motioned in the direction of one of the beds. He walked quietly over leaning next to the ear of the ‘supposedly” Sleeping marine, “I see you when you’re sleeping Ramiez .”

There was an eruption of uncontained giggling around the room, which was rather strange coming from the large, muscular humans.

“Oh…. kinky.” A muffled voice whispered from somewhere.

More giggling.

“Is that you Santa?”

“Guess who's getting coal for Christmas.”

He turned towards the door.

“Wait, wait, Santa, wait! I have a question. “

He paused in the doorway raising his eyebrows at the marines who were sitting up, “What?”

��How did you get here without reindeer?”

He wagged a finger at them, “Very carefully. You better thank my elves, they had to get degrees in engineering, physics and rocket science to get me here. And what is worse, my Star-sleigh was pulled by a bunch of snarky starborn led by that one.” He pointed towards Conn, “he almost guided us into a black hole, so you better be nice and leave me out some cookies next year.”

He stepped over the tripwire and back out into the hallway allowing the door to shut closed behind them.

Outside there was a trail of tinsel and strange footprints leading away from the doors and down the halls. He left the bag just outside the door with the rest of the stocking stuffers in it, not ever having intended to leave the marines with just coal.

They took one last jingling run up and down the halls for effect before retreating to the mess hall where they promptly passed out on bean bags by the holographic tree in front of the holographic fire.

Glados crawled up onto the fake belly and curled up there glowering at anyone who got to close. Waffles and the other adaptids curled up just to the side.

***

Sunny woke up early the next morning thinking how odd it was, that strange tinkling sound in the middle of the night. She sat up looking over at the sock she had been asked to place in her room. She had been forced to borrow it from someone considering she didn’t wear socks, and was surprised to find something sticking out of it.

She wandered over and tipped the contents into her hands surprised to find an earth flower, and some miscellaneous items of use for her work down in engineering.

Curiously, she opened the door into the hallway idly munching on the flower, and found a trail leading from her door and down the hall. The scene surprised her, and she wasn’t entirely sure what to think. It clearly had the intention of being followed, and curious, she followed finishing off the flower as she came around the corner dropping the stem in surprise when she saw the room before her.

Hundreds of holographic lights, a tree, fire, piles of blankets and beanbags and lounging humans half asleep. Conn was floating up near the ceiling trailing tinsel. Krill was hovering beside the tree looking more than a little confused. Dr. Katie was moving wrapped gifts below the tree dressed like a peppermint stick.

Adam….. Well Adam was peeling off a suit that added about two hundred pounds to his frame. It seemed as if there had also been a fake beard and massive coat, as far as she could see. Took him a few seconds to wriggle out of the boots and oversized pants dumping them on a chair close by leaving him in a white shirt and military issue olive green pants.

He looked up from where he had dumped his costume and grinned at her.

She walked closer.

“Merry Christmas.”

“Erm…. Merry Christmas?.... What’s a Christmas.”

“Apparently it’s a human holiday perpetrated on the idea that a magical fat man in a red suit, flies around the world on a magical sleigh pulled by magical non-flying flying mammal to deliver presents to children who were good…. Oh also he watches you when you sleep.” Sunny stared at Krill in confusion.

Overhead Conn was mimicking voiceless laughter.

“Don’t mind him, he's being a little grinch as usual. Come on, we’re just waiting to give people time to show up, and then we are gonna open presents.”

“How did you manage to get something for everyone?

“Well I asked for help number one, but number two, what else am I supposed to do with my money. I mean I have a place to live, a place to sleep, entertainment, food, anything a guy could as for, so I just threw a paycheck or two at it. Otherwise its just sitting in my bank account collecting dust until I can find something dumb and nerdy to spend it on…. I thought…. Well I thought this would mean more than getting myself a light-saber or something.”

She stared at him for a long moment, “You are such a…. Sap.”

He smiled, “Maybe a little. I mean it's not much, anyway, but it made me feel good.”

She paused, tilted her head, and then hugged him. He seemed a little surprised one eye peering up at her from a four- arm embrace. He didn’t say anything until she let him go and he stepped back to look at her, “What was that for?”

“You…. well. You… deserve it. And I don’t think you get reminded enough.”

She thought she saw a little bit of red creeping up his neck and he looked down at his feet, waving it off, “Nah, if you knew what went on inside my head, you wouldn’t say that.”

She decided not to argue with him, humans were horrible with accepting compliments sometimes. Instead she found herself sharing music with him as they lay on one of the beanbags waiting for the others to arrive.

He had his eyes closed appearing as if he was sleeping through she knew he probably wasn't . At some point he adjusted himself so that his head was resting on one of her arms, using her like a pillow. A few more people started to trickle in, including the marines, one of which, Ramirez, was wearing bright red footie pajamas and walked over to claim a bean bag just to the wide.

Adam opened an eye and looked over at him, “What the hell are you wearing.”

“My footie pajamas.”

“Yeah I got that…..”

“Don’t diss the footies..”

“ Yeah sure, anyway what would have happened if I stepped on the trip-wire?” Sunny lifted her head at the mention of a trip wire.

Ramirez grinned, “it would have been pretty glorious, that’s what, but guess you will never know.”

“Rude.”

A few of the other marines wandered in blearily, CJ, Davis, and maverick who took a seat cross-legged on the floor her short blond hair sticking up in all directions like the open wings of a bird.

Finally The commander determined it was time and began handing out the presents, first to the more introverted people, who he figured could take their present and head off if they really wanted. A few of the non-Christmas-people showed up just to hang out causing a sort of slow trickle in and out of the room almost constantly.

Krill and Conn were both presented with gifts, Krill who just happened to get a little cube that was advertised as holding about a million different puzzles of all different types and at varying levels He seemed pleased, though he insisted on his patrol through the room to make sure the humans weren’t doing anything stupid.

Conn was presented with some sort of hand-held gaming system, actually relatively cheap compared to what they used to be.

He loved it.

ANd based on Commander Vir’s smug expression, he had done it on purpose, probably to keep the starborn out of his head.

Sunny was standing at the back of the room watching the humans rather fondly, as well as the other Drev, who seemed to be enjoying themselves as much as the humans. Her brother and Maverick were causing trouble across the room and nearly giving krill a conniption. Watching all of this, she still noticed Adam approaching from the side holding one last box.

He held it up, “One more present left.”

She turned to face him, “For you.”

He held it out, “Well you, obviously….. I sort of waited till last because…. Well you technically got more than everyone else. My Mom sent a few things up, and I just added her gift to mine.”

Sunny took the box and looked up in surprise, “Your mom…. But she…. She hates me.”

A small smile, “I think she's come around. It’s just taken her a while. I think this is supposed to be an apology. It's pretty cute, I think you should wear it.”

Out of curiosity, she opened the box and looked inside to find a piece of fabric neatly folded on top. With her upper hands she reached to unfold it, whatever it was it was made out of very warm material, “What is it?”

“I guess it's called a cowl. She thought it would be something she could make that wouldn't get in the way of you wearing armor, and, since you guys sometimes wear capes, it would also go with that. Here try it on.” He took it from her hands standing on his tip-toes to pull it over her head and shoulders. Turned out it was pretty much just a hood, unattached to anything and that really only covered the head and shoulders.

She peered out form inside, to see him grinning.

It was a funny picture, though she could see out, really the only think everyone else saw was the end of her snout/beak peeping out from under the hood. She lifted her head, and the hood fell a little further over her eyes.

He laughed, and helped her pull it back a bit, “She thought since you guys are more… warm weather creatures, that you could probably use one of these on our expeditions.”

“You should tell her thanks, from me.”

“I will.”

She looked back down inside the box and was surprised to find it was full of different kinds of flowers. She looked back up at him in surprise, “How did you get these out here.”

“Wasn’t easy, tell you that.”

She leaned down snapping one of them up rewarded with a very light fragrant flavor. It was pretty nice, but then she looked back at Adam to see him smiling nearly dropping the box when she realized, “You! Where is your present. Didn’t you get anything?”

He just broke into a smile, “Sunny, I’m friends with like seven different kinds of aliens, I Command an entire FLEET of spaceships, and have like 300+ friends. I got my childhood dream, so what else do I need?”

She paused sure he was right, but also feeling bad.

They stood there together, looking out at the room when Ramirez glided past still in his footie pajamas. As he did his eyes widened a bit and he paused a slow grin spreading over his face. Adam gave him a very confused expression, but Ramirez just shook his head and pointed up before gliding away.

In confusion both Sunny and Adam looked up.

Sunny tilted her head.

“What is that?”

She turned her head down to look at Adam and found the man’s skin changing color again. “Er….. it’s…. That appears to be…. mistletoe .”

She lifted her head again to stare at the strange plant, “Oh….. like in that Christmas movie….”

“Yeah…. Like in that…. Christmas movie.”

“Oh.”

They both looked down at about the same time. The way the Christmas lights interacted with the UV patterns on his skin, turned the usually blue, turquoise pattern on his skin almost electric lightning blue. The green in his eyes was more potent with the way the light refracted in them. Little twinkling lights danced over the polished surface of her bright-blue carapace.

He didn’t look away.

Neither did she.

And then a small brown shape came screaming from nowhere cutting between them. They both stepped back in shock, and Krill roared past grabbing the plant from where it hung, “Reeeeeeeeeeeeeee! NO, NO, NO, NO STUPID IDIOTIC HUMANS HANGING POISONOUS THINGS WHERE ANY OTHER STUPID HUMAN MIGHT EAT THEM! I WILL NOT HAVE IT YOU HEAR ME. I WILL NOT” and then he went roaring away trailing laughter in his wake. Slowly Sunny and Adam turned to look at each other before doubling over racked with fits of laughter. Adam ended up on the floor leaning against the wall, just below where Sunny propped herself.

Just when they thought they'd stop laughing, they started up again.

“Damn…. Crazy…. Bastard.” Adam Wheezed crawling to his feet

“Did you hear that sound he made?”

“Yeah, classic Krill….. Anyway.” He paused shuffling his feet, “Wanna go, push Ramirez over or something?”

“Sounds fun, I’m in.”

“Sweet.”

By the end of the hour, Ramirez was upside down in a pile of bean bags everyone laughing at his expense.

All in all, it was a pretty good Christmas

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wordynerdygurl · 4 years

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Author’s Note: Happy Holidays everyone! I decided to do a sexy little story for Christmas. I know that’s not everyone’s holiday tradition, but aside from the idea of giving gifts, it’s fairly secular! I’d also like to say Happy Birthday to my friend Samantha! She’s a true champion of my “art” on here, and this is a belated, but loving gift for her! Happy Birthday, Lady! Enjoy! As always, I’m an attention whore, so comments, notes and love are always accepted! Summary: What do you get a God for Christmas? How do you keep him from finding out about it? Keeping it under wraps is really all you can do! Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Warnings: Fluffy, holiday SMUT! Honestly, just good old fashioned sexy times!

Tony had been promising a holiday party like no other and he was delivering in a major way this Christmas Eve. Too much food, piles of sweets, and oh the liquor! By the time Clint started singing karaoke, “Hit Me with Your Best Shot”, you had already downed three eggnog martinis with no plans on stopping.

Feeling loose as a goose, you half listened to the chatter around you, nodding along with the shouting singer. Swinging your hand in time with the music, your cocktail glass swirling, you and Wanda were sitting with Natasha. She was talking about her gift to Bucky, silky rope and a knife, and it was those words caught your undivided attention.

"He's gonna look so cute all tied up!" She gushed to her girlfriends, “And he’s going to beg me to cut him loose! I can’t wait!”

"Oh, Nat! Really?" Wanda snorted a laugh before turning to you, “So, what did you get Loki?” “Urm… well…” Biting your lip, you debated how best to respond to your friends interest. There was a gift, a bow, all the trimmings. But how to describe it? Looking away, which Wanda read as guilt, had her frantic. “You did get him something, right?” Natasha, shaming you, “It’s Christmas! You have to give him a gift!” “Shh! Yes! Of course… that is, I do have something special for Loki.” Your eyes darted around the room, making sure your Mischief Maker wasn’t lurking close enough to hear. So far you had been able to keep your private plans from reaching him and now that you were so close to giving him his prize, you didn’t want to spoil it. Leaning tighter to the girls, confirming that Loki was too far away to hear your chat, you whispered your plan. Loki was watching you. How could he not? You were adorably tipsy, laughing in that sexy sweet way that make him swallow hard. You couldn’t stop talking with your hands, barely keeping your cocktail in its glass with every gesture, almost splashing the creamy concoction onto Natasha more than once. Loki found it all endlessly charming. When you clustered closer to the girls in a conspiratorial way he just knew that you were talking about him. Curiosity wasn’t a strong enough word for his interest in your conversation. All of your whispering and sneaking around was adding another layer of intrigue to this whole holiday season. One that Loki's trickster persona found particularly challenging.

Usually the one scheming, Loki was more than impressed by your secret squirrel skills, but he really hated not knowing what you were planning. There were so many mysteries this time of year and you were particularly good at keeping gifts, hiding places, and recipients to yourself. It was maddening! Pushing aside the itchy need to learn what was so important that you needed to keep it from him, Loki found himself drawing closer to you, navigating the Avenger filled crowd. Ignoring his brother's bellow, he kept you in his sights. Each step bringing him near enough to learn what you might be hiding.

Struck by your face in profile, Loki saw that in the glow of twinkling lights, you were luminous. Lit from within by the love of everyone around you and the vodka in your martinis, you were gorgeous. When he was close enough Loki gently brushed a warm hand over your arm drawing your attention where it belonged… on him. “Darling…” Turning your wide eyes his way, “Loki! Hello!” Your murmur is quiet, soft, playful. Loki is decidedly less soft. Not with the way you’re looking at him, as if he is the only thing in the room that you need, the only thing you want. Wanda and Natasha chirp mockingly, “Loki! Hello!”, teasing you. You wave them off as you rise, just a bit wobbly, reaching for Loki to steady you. Laughing, “Ignore them… please. They're drunk!" "Gah! We are not!" Natasha slurred.

Wanda, hiccuping, "Maybe a little!"

Smiling down at your friends he acknowledged their presence but Loki only had eyes for you. His arm wrapped around your middle, hugging you to him gently, letting you lean into his solid strength. Rising on your toes, giving him a little peck in passing, you whisper, “I’m ready when you are…” “Shall we say goodnight then?” Nodding yes, you turn toward your girls. “Alright ladies! Merry Christmas! I hope Santa is good to you guys!” There are hugs. So many hugs. And as Natasha grips you in a final, painfully tight one, “I hope Loki LOVES his gift!” You giggle, “Me too!” --- “Tonight was nice, little dove.” Loki has you snuggled into him as you head toward the street, the tower elevator slipping smoothly downward. “I think so too… Tony went all out!”

"Hmm… you were chatting with Natasha and Wanda for a while… anything you'd care to share?"

Giggling, "I know what Bucky's getting tomorrow… and… he won't be able to return it!"

Laughing with you, lifting a quizzical eyebrow, "Do I want to know?"

"Probably not! But I'm sure one of them will talk about it too loudly next time we're all together!"

Realization hit Loki like a ton of bricks. Groaning, "Oh god… we have to do this again next week. New Year's Eve?"

"Why, Loki… it's almost as if you don't like associating with other people!" You couldn’t help teasing him a little. He was too easy to mess with at times like this.

"Christmas is one thing, my dear. That's a large holiday. I understand that but we are always with the team. It's a never ending cycle of birthdays, events, parties and…"

Lifting a hand to his mouth, you silence him, "Yup… it's why I always enjoy our time together. When it's just the two of us, those moments are… extra special."

Loki, taking your slender hand in his with a resigned sigh, kisses each fingertip. It's one of his old fashioned, high court, moves that makes you melt. "Yes, dove. I love spending time with you. Just you." Smooshing closer to him, your head tucked under his chin, “Speaking of that… I was hoping that we could exchange our gifts tonight. Would that… would you be alright with that?”

Before Loki could answer, the elevator dinged its arrival at ground level. Stepping into the lobby, Loki grabs your hand, twining it with his. "But tomorrow is Christmas, shouldn't we wait until then?"

Shaking your head, "Well, we always opened up one gift on Christmas Eve as kids. And, if I give it to you now…" You push against the revolving door before looking back at Loki, "you'll have more time to enjoy it." ---

Shagging out of your jacket, you hang it quickly, spinning around to Loki with a wide smile. Excitement is an understatement. You’re bouncing on your heels, already a little Christmas Crazy, wondering whether Loki will truly like his present or not.

"So, I want to give you your gift but I have to… set it up first. Can you keep yourself busy… and out of the bedroom for say… fifteen minutes?"

Slightly dazed by the request but beyond intrigued, Loki agrees, "Yes… fine. Should I open a bottle?"

You pause at the bedroom door. "Yes! There's Prosecco in the fridge!"

Once you've shut the door behind you, and, on second thought, locked it, preparations start in earnest. From your drawer you grab the over sized Christmas tag that reads: To Loki with all my Love! Next comes the ribbon.

How Loki spent his fifteen minutes is a mystery to you. Mostly, he sat and drank wine. His mind ran through as many different scenarios as he could think of, starting with a train set and ending with a telescope. What else could require so much groundwork?

He could hear some shuffling around, heard you bang into something… the wall maybe? But he knew better than to rush in while you were working so hard. Hard. There was a word that didn't do his current condition justice.

Tonight you had some special energy that Loki couldn't shake off. It was as if you were walking on clouds, graceful but giddy. You were sparkling, like the bubbles rising in his glass, and Loki was intoxicated by it. He adjusted himself through his trousers, growing frustratingly firm and missing you.

"Ahem… Merry Christmas, Loki…"

Whatever Loki had been expecting, the sight of you surpassed it at warp speed. You were his gift. A black satin bow wrapped over your naked, heavy breasts. It's long tails dangling to your hips, a thin strap over your shoulder ran between your legs, keeping the shiny fabric in place. You were a completely wrapped package, hiding all the good bits, although Loki couldn’t help noticing that your ribbon barely covered your dampened core.

Heels, ebony and higher than anything you'd ever attempt in real life, gave you an extra four inches of height. You'd fluffed your short hair, exaggerated your eyeliner, glossed over your crimson lipstick. The only other thing you wore was a pair of silver chain earrings, thin, shiny and light.

Standing swiftly with a gut punch groan, Loki's knees almost gave out with the force of his body's reaction. You watched him wobble before catching himself, his wine glass almost missing the table, that disinterested facade faded. For the smallest of seconds, he had to look away, afraid to trust what his eyes were seeing as real. Loki used that moment to regain his slipping composure before raising his desire filled stare to yours.

Silent seconds ticked by. You fidgeted, suddenly nervous, your fingers lifting to fluff your bow. "Don't." Something dark in Loki's tone froze you solid. "Don't move."

You watched his Adam's Apple drop with a hard swallow. He licked his lips slowly. Adjusting his tie with those long fingers, Loki exhaled quietly, his shoulders dropping just a fraction.

"Can you walk in that… outfit?" Loki's voice was a wrecked whisper of wanting. Running a shaky hand through his dark locks, he was coming undone, all because of you.

"Uh huh… a little."

With a raised eyebrow, Loki husked, "Gifts belong under the tree, do they not?"

You nod. "That's true." Stepping boldly out of your boudoir, swinging your hips, you stride past Loki staying just out of his grasp. In front of your Christmas tree, white lights shining, you lowered yourself onto the plush carpet.

On your knees, exposing your nearly nude backside to Loki, you stretched. It was showing off, but hey, this was his gift and you wanted him to enjoy every minute of it. Mission Accomplished, you thought when you heard him exhale loudly. Rolling to your left hip, left arm bearing your weight, you bit your bottom lip and risked a glance at Loki.

His eyes were as dark as his voice, sinful and smoky, but also playful. "Shall I open my present now? Or must I wait until Christmas morning?"

"Have you been a good boy?" It tumbled out of you making you sound like a vintage vixen.

"Oh yes… but I have to tell you darling, I don't plan on remaining a good boy. In fact, I think I'm going to be naughty. Very, very naughty."

It was your turn to swallow dryly. The hot, hungry, look Loki was sporting made your breath catch. Excitement made your body flush, heat rising, and there was no way to hide any of it from Loki.

Making his way to your side, moving in that slow, slinking way of his, Loki knelt next to you. Leaning past you to look at gift tags, ignoring your for the moment, "Now, let's see… which one should I open first?"

Brushing his arm across your back as he snatches a small parcel, shaking it gently, humming, "A tie…?" before returning it to the pile.

Snaking a hand over your thighs, the faintest wisp of a touch, he picked up a box testing its weight. "Sweater… definitely a sweater."

"This one says 'To mom'... not for me… but what is this?"

As a gag you had pinned the large gift tag to the band of your bow. Lifting it gently Loki read aloud, "To Loki, with all my love… Well… this one does have my name on it."

Tipping your head back with a frustrated sigh, eager to feel him release you, you couldn't help the small sound. Part of you wanted him to rip the ribbon to shreds, tear into you, take you fiercely and fast. But another side was loving the slow paced game Loki was playing. Even if it drove you half mad.

When his broad hand slid along your calf you jumped. Not out of fear, but electricity. The reaction wasn't lost on Loki, "Hmm… what could be in this package? It seems very sensitive."

A sugary sigh slipped out as his knuckles grazed your exposed hip. Loki's fingertips fluttered along the underside of your breasts, skirting the satin that bound you, making you moan with need. He was so close to you now but still not touching you where you craved him most.

Loki wrapped his arms around your open back, toying with the strap there, pulling it up firmly. Sliding it between your bottom cheeks and your tender lower lips. He was near enough to kiss, yet his focus was on the rise and fall of your clothed chest, your nipples straining against the silky material. You leaned into the strength of his right arm as his left hand stroked your full bow.

Tracing the tails downward, over the rise of your mound, Loki snapped his gaze your way. "Open your eyes."

You watched as Loki pressed the pretty ribbon tighter to your soaked skin. The satin, rubbing over your bundled nerves, made you shiver. Loki, still only touching the fabric, traced over your parted center. Urging a finger inside of you made the bow string grind along your backside deliciously, what little slack there was now saturated with your own slick. The texture of the smooth material gliding into your opening blocked the warmth of Loki's finger but made you shudder just the same.

"Is this also part of my gift? Because you are so wet, darling..." It was a statement of fact. All of this was meant to be for Loki, but damn, you were really enjoying yourself.

"Yes…"

"Tell me, dove, do you enjoy being all wrapped up for me?"

"I do… but…"

His hand slipped under the thin band, resting on your belly, warm and waiting. "But?" Pausing his gentle attentions made you whimper with want.

Searching his sensual stare you answered swiftly, "But I want you to open me up, Loki."

That's when his mouth found yours. Driven to a frenzied passion, Loki's tongue swept into you, taking your breath. Slowly lowering you down, lying you out on the rug, Loki toyed with your shiny wrapper.

Skimming up your sides, his hands are rough compared to the silky satin, but your skin craves the friction. Arching into his touch your body begs for more. Soon your words follow, "Loki… please…"

"Oh, kitten…" Loki husks at you, pressing hot kisses along your jaw, his fingers tickling along the ribbon between your legs. You cross them, hoping to ease the increasing exquisite ache at your core, squeezing your thighs tightly together. A sight that makes Loki salivate.

Without being told, you had kept your hands off of Loki, and to yourself. As a gift to be unwrapped, you assumed a role of inanimate play thing, Loki's to do with as he saw fit. But when his shirt and tie were removed in a magical golden haze your frisky fingers danced across the definition of his chest unbidden.

Gripping your wrist, Loki stalled your southward progression, "Touch yourself, little one." Setting your hand down along the shiny fabric, watching you caress the edges, those places where your smooth skin met the black film covering made Loki harder than before.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me, dearest."

Lightning quick, he stood to drop his trousers and toss them into a chair. A wanton wail at the sight of Loki, long and lean, painfully hard in his own hand, echoed in the stillness of your shared space. Stroking himself, standing over you, Loki wore an expression of elation.

You purred at his obvious pleasure. "Do you like your gift, then?"

Smirking now, "Dunno. Haven't open the thing yet!"

Crouching at your side, Loki took the trailing ties in each hand and slowly, so slowly, dragged them apart. Your breath caught in your throat. Pulse beating wildly, it felt as though Loki would be seeing you for the first time, as if you were a precious and rare gift for him to enjoy.

With one hard yank your bow was fully untied, baring your tightened nipples to Loki's hungry gaze, spreading goosebumps down your limbs. His warm mouth licked across one peak lavishly as his fingers flicked and twisted the other. Burying your hands in his black tresses, you cradle him to your chest, suddenly starved for his affection.

On every inch of freshly exposed skin Loki left a love token. A sweet kiss, a blissful bite, a naughty nibble. From your collarbone to your waist, Loki samples you in nips and sips, stopping only to hover over your fluid folds. Without hesitation he licks your straining bud roughly, curling his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth.

"God! Loki!" It's a shriek torn from you in unbridled pleasure. Reaching for him, wanting more, you both groaned when two of Loki's long digits entered you. He was bathed in your overflowing ardor, your elixir pooling for him, welcoming his invasion.

The slippery stroking of your velveteen walls had you panting in moments. Internally, your body wanted nothing more than Loki's fingers locked inside of you, nudging you closer to your release. "Loki… I'm so close, babe!"

Whipping his face towards yours, grinning foolishly, "I know, darling! You’ve given me all of yourself. Give me your pleasure too."

With a driving thrust his fingertips scraped along that secret spot only he could find, sending you skyward. Loki trapped your mouth in a thrashing kiss, tangling your tongues, taking your satisfied sob as his own. You clung to Loki as your body was reduced to sensuous spasms.

Loki hadn't stopped kissing your spicy skin. Cinnamon, that was it, your flavor. Tangy and almost heated, the aroma filled his senses, making him hungry for more of your delectable body.

Centering himself between your spread legs, Loki lifted your parted knees, your already aroused slit sopping. Pressing his lips along your calf, across the thickness of your thigh, he spread your yielding body wider. Coaxing your hips off the rug, raising them so that your pelvis rested on his lap, Loki took half a second to squeeze your bottom. His fingers brushed against your tight hole sparking a fresh wave of vulgar thoughts to burst through your sex drunk mind.

"Another time, love. Right now I want to delight in this gracious gift of yours." Hands roamed all over your body, "After opening your… packaging, I want to play with my lovely toy. Make all the other children jealous. Think you can keep up?"

Managing a nod, your head tips back in happiness when Loki palms both of your breasts roughly. Loki's solid steel length bumped pleasantly against your pearl. He did it on purpose, just to see your body buzz with bliss, hopeful that you'd come undone again.

Taking himself in hand, Loki focused on your engaging entrance, piercing you deliberately. Slowly. "Gods! You are snug!" It was his surprised whisper that made you giggle.

"Is that funny? How your tight body is surrounding mine? Ah!" He had met the resistance of your cervix, crowding your canal with all of his unwavering manliness, making you stutter.

"No… not funny! Just cute…"

Narrowing his brooding stare, "Cute? Oh, now you're in trouble."

Accelerating his attention, Loki bore down on you with each punishing plunge, urgently seeking your climax. Naturally your legs locked around Loki's hips. You lost a stiletto when he snapped into you suddenly, the shoe dropping with a thump beside you, Loki never breaking his stride.

Around his intrusion your body flooded. The delectable friction Loki created had you humming and too soon the telltale signs of your delight were coiling inside of you. "Loki… Ah… Hmm… Loki…"

"You. Want. To. Cum. Again? Already?" Each word was punctuated with a piston like punch pulsing through your overly aroused person.

"Yes! God, yes!"

"Go on then. Cum for me." And his words pushed you into a pulsating pleasure filled paradise.

Your body, grappling with the gorgeous God grinding into you hard, and the aftershocks of your grand euphoria, was in flux. Barely recovered from the last, you could tell another release was nearing, so could Loki.

He was relentless, pursuing his own passion now, caging you between his muscled arms. Dipping low for a fervent kiss, "Wait for me, darling…"

Biting your lip with a bob of your head, you steel yourself, fighting your body's organic impulses. It's just that Loki fills you so completely. He is the center of your world, the person you love most, and he loves you right back.

You grab for him then, gripping his shoulders, twisting his long hair in your fists. He drops lower, his chest on yours as he rocks into your trembling tunnel, "Angel… please!"

You know exactly what he's asking for and your body, past the point of stopping, obliges. Loki comes apart inside of you just as you reach your own pinnacle. The world shatters into twinkle lights and shag rugs, kaleidoscoping colors and sounds, but in the end there's Loki. Grounding you, guiding you, holding onto you. Losing yourself in his hot flood, muscles melding him to you, your form unwilling and unable to be parted from his.

Stroking through his mussed mop of raven hair absently, breathing hard, Loki's cheek is pillowed on your breast. His eyes flutter closed, just for a beat, as post coital drowsiness wraps around him. A small tremor from your overworked sex squeezes him. It's enough to rouse him and he rises to his forearms.

Nosing along your jawline, "I like my present very much. I don't think I'll need to return it."

A hoarse laugh leaves you, "Good, because I lost the receipt!"

Caressing your bottom lip with his thumb, Loki catches your eye and holds it. "This is the best gift I have ever received. Ever, little one. And… I find myself more in love with you than I was before."

"I love you, too."

This kiss is sugar cookie soft, sweet and simple. Loki, pressing his forehead to yours with a smile, "Merry Christmas, dove." ---

"So?"

"So?" Your innocent act isn't fooling Natasha or Wanda. Since Tony's holiday party no one had seen or heard from you or Loki.

Rolling her eyes, Nat grumbled, "Did Loki like his present or what?"

"Umm…" You stirred your gin and tonic, a smirk tugging at your lips.

"Of course he did, Nat. She's the only person here with a high collar and long sleeves on. I bet there's bite marks and hickeys all over her!"

A laugh did bubble out of you then, "Well… let's just say that Loki had a good Christmas. Can we leave it at that?"

In unison, "NO!"

Sliding to your side, Loki intervened, "Ladies, perhaps I can help here. I was given the most exquisite, precious and perhaps thoughtful gift a man could receive." Loki paused here to bring your hand to his lips in a chivalrous kiss.

"And as anyone would do after getting such a present, I have hardly put it down since. It is a constant source of delight… and yes, Wanda, she's marked as mine from her collarbone to her core. Now, kitten, let's ring in this New Year!"

With a shrug to the girls and a smile, you let Loki drag you towards the crowd already starting the midnight countdown. Another year with your God of Mischief all wrapped up, a new one starting now... What could be better than that?

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Be Mine? (Ignis x Reader)

\\ Happy Valentines Day! This was supposed to be a short fict but turned into 3,300 words lol. Oh well. Enjoy this fluffy Iggy fict! //

Tagging my valentines: @glaive-eve @bleucommelhiver @owldearest @lucianhuntress @promptoastandbutter

Word Count: 3,327

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“Guys, do you all realize what day is tomorrow,” Prompto questioned, as everyone sat inside the room of the Leville, each person freshly clean and dried off after a long day of excursion around the city.

“Um, Wednesday,” replied a confused Noctis.

“Close buddy, really close,” Prompto grinned at his friend, giving him a thumbs up, “But what holiday is tomorrow.”

Ignis was too engrossed within the novel he was reading to answer and Gladio sat in a chair with his arms crossed, looking as though he had plenty of other things on his mind than the conversation Prompto was attempting to have with the group. You sat on the edge of the bed, struggling to rake you mind of important events that were soon due, but nothing came to mind.

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” Prompto spoke smoothly, “The day of love.”

Gladio sighed, leaning his head back in the chair and closing his eyes. Ignis nodded his head in reaction while Noctis’s expression was one of “how did I not know that”.

“Really,” you asked, “Couldn’t be a better holiday?”

Prompto, Noctis, and Gladio all glanced at you, and even Ignis’s eyes broke away from the text of his book to gaze your direction.

“Don’t like Valentine’s Day Y/N,” asked a smug Gladio.

“It isn’t that I hate the day itself, I just don’t see it useful or beneficial to society whatsoever,” you spoke in a matter of fact tone.

“Someone’s bitter,” Prompto muttered, while Noctis nodded his head in agreement.

“Look, Christmas, sure let’s open gifts and give back; Easter, who doesn’t love eggs or bunnies, but Valentine’s Day? It’s ridiculous. How do chocolates and balloons express someone’s desire to be with another? It doesn’t. It is just another way for stores to make money and exploit the idea of love.”

The boys sat a moment looking at you. Ignis softly chuckled and continued reading, while Gladio shook his head and chuckled too. Prompto looked to Noctis, both nodding their heads as though the two boys shared a common thought.

“You were dumped on Valentine’s Day weren’t you,” Noctis asked.

“What? No.”

“Or maybe right before,” added Prompto, crossing his arms, his face full of curiosity.

“No, neither of those things I-,” you began.

“Oh, then maybe you have just never had a Valentine,” Noctis questioned.

“Having a Valentine does not factor into why I don’t like the holiday.” You could feel your face getting a little hot. Talking about your dating life was not a topic of conversation you had with the guys. Not to mention, never having a Valentine always made you kind of touchy around this time of the year. Everyone else you knew had a significant other while you normally sat in your apartment alone eating chocolates and watching rom-coms. This was the first year you would be breaking tradition seeing as though you were on a journey with the guys and you regretted opening your mouth and commenting on the topic at all.

“Aw Y/N, you haven’t had a Valentine,” Noctis reacted.

“Don’t worry Y/N, I’ll be your Valentine,” Prompto cried, giving you a grin.

“Guys it isn’t a big deal,” you sighed, standing up, “I’m not bitter or anything I promise. I just think the holiday is over the top and unnecessary.”

“Yeah but it’s nice to be loved and gifts are always a plus,” Prompto responded.

“I’m sure it is Prom but I just don’t fancy it.” You grabbed your bag off the chair by the door and turned to the guys, “I’m going to my room, I’ll see y’all in the morning.”

“O-oh okay,” Prompto replied, looking at Noctis who gave you a slight wave. Gladio had fallen asleep in the chair, rather quickly to your surprise and Iggy sat still as a statue, his eyes racing across the book pages.

Closing the door behind you, you stood a moment and heaved a heavy sigh. Trudging down the hallway to your room you drug your tired legs a few doors down. Besides being mentally drained from the previous conversations, you were physically exhausted from scouring the city all day. All you wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep off the events of the evening and to rest your weary bones. As you approached your door you narrowed your eyes on a small envelope tapped right under the peephole. Your name was beautifully scribed on the front and hearts lined the edges of the red parcel. Carefully peeling the packet away from the door you entered your room as your heart skipped beats.

Sitting on your bed you slowly opened the envelope. Inside was a card, ten times more ornate than the covering itself. “Be Mine” were the only words on the front, but beautiful roses were hand painted across the cover of the card. Glitter outlined the flowers and a ribbon appeared to be sewn along the border of the paper. Opening the card, a small poem, written in the same intricate writing as your name, lined the page:

“Roses are Red

Birds like to sing

Join me for dinner

Tomorrow evening?”

At the bottom of the page was an address to the location of dinning spot. Your head raced at the thought of who this admirer could be, not to mention there was also a bit of hesitation at the back of your mind wondering if this was some sort of sick joke. You placed the letter on your bedside table and crawled into the bed, closing your eyes, eventually letting sleep take over all your worry.

******

The day had dragged on mercilessly slow however your anxiety was at an all-time high. You joined the guys for breakfast and travelled the city with them during the day but kept to yourself for most of it. They could tell you appeared restless, but thought against prodding at you as they had the previous evening. You were sure to mention there were no hard feelings, to which Prompto and Noctis smiled in return. As a way of apologizing to you, both bought you a single rose which left you grinning from ear to ear.

Glancing at the sky you noticed the sun making its way to the West, as purple and orange hues spread across the horizon. “Hey guys, would you mind if I went back to the hotel,” you asked hesitantly.

“No not at all,” Gladio replied, “You feeling okay though?”

“Yeah, I’m just kind of worn out from walking all day. Plus we haven’t really been able to take a break since we left Insomnia and I kind of want to rest as much as I can before we head back out.”

“If you’re sure,” Noctis spoke.

“Yeah I’m sure, I’ll catch up with y’all later.” You turned to walk off when a voice caught you off guard.

“Well at least allow me to walk you back to the hotel,” Ignis piped up.

“Iggy you don’t have to…”

“I insist,” he replied, “It’s getting late anyway. We wouldn’t want you walking around the city in the dark.” You nodded your head, although you did not suspect it would take so long to get back the Leville.

After saying goodbye to the other guys, the two of you set off back to the hotel, creating small talk along the way. The weather was a topic of conversation as well as how lovely the sky began to look. “It’s a shame those will go away soon,” you mumbled, referring to the sunset.

“Yes,” Ignis replied, “But there are always other things that bring beauty to the world, no matter how dark.”

“You think?”

“I know,” he spoke quietly. The tone of his voice sent shivers down your spine, as you glanced over at him. He was looking at you with a soft expression that made your heart skip beats. You casually looked away, doing so slow enough so he wouldn’t realize you were actually nervous around him.

You had never thought of Ignis in such a way. There was a time in the past when you had gotten drunk and accidentally kissed him, but he brushed it off since you had been so intoxicated. You don’t remember much of that night, but you do remember that kissing him had been an exhilarating feeling that left your drunk self, wanting more. According to the guys, Iggy had to push you away numerous times, which of course you didn’t remember. When you had come to the next day and they boys had filled you in, you apologized profusely to the prince’s advisor, to which Ignis responded, “It’s quite alright. It was not all bad.” You blushed quite a bit while the rest of the boys laughed it off, since Ignis was not a man to make such jokes.

Things had not been awkward since then, but you always made sure to put that memory to the back of your mind when he was around.

Arriving at the hotel, the two of you climbed the lobby stairs and soon stood in front of your door. Thanking Ignis for the company, you entered your room and began prepping for your mystery dinner. You changed into a clean shirt, a simple red blouse perfect for the occasion, and jeans. You wore your combat boots of course and your hunting jacket, lined with a few small knives on the inside. It was not the most romantic attire, but it was what you had and it was all clean.

Adding a bit of makeup to your face, you glanced at yourself and were satisfied with your appearance. Grabbing your bag you peeked out the door to make sure the guys had not come back early and were in the hallway. To your relief they weren’t and you left the hotel, making your way to the outlook.

It was the last place you expected to meet but you did what the letter said. Jogging across the street, avoiding oncoming cars your eyes began to peer down unto the lower level of the outlook. Men and woman stood either taking pictures, gazing at the valley, or kissing the other with passion that made you uncomfortable to watch. As you scanned you noticed a table, candle lit, with a man sitting there already, viewing the valley below. You felt your heart stop for a moment when you noticed the ashen blond hair and spectacles sitting upon his face. Your gut told you to turn and run the opposite way, but your legs carried you forward almost in a robotic motion.

“Ignis,” you called out, your voice coated in curiosity.

He turned to where you called from and stood up to greet you with a smile, “Hello Y/N.”

“Y-you sent the card?”

He nodded his head, “I figured approaching it a less direct way would spike your interest.”

“When did you do it,” you questioned, “We were together, all together, the whole time.”

“I have my ways,” he laughed, “You can always leave I won’t force you to stay.”

“No,” you replied a bit too quickly, “I-I mean I’m already here, might as well join you.”

Ignis motioned for you to come over. He pulled out the seat for you as you took your place. Sitting back down, he opened the top of the dish that was covered upon the table. Fruits, veggies, meats, and cheeses filled the large plate. The both of you picked at and ate the food on the table, as a light conversation started to flow. You were amazed at how easy it was to speak with Ignis. He had a way of captivating you, just in the way he spoke. The way his mouth moved with each word he uttered; the way his hands gestured as he used them when he talked; and the way his eyes never left yours when you talked. He had your full attention and gave his to you in return.

You could smell his cologne from across the table and the scent was absolutely intoxicating. He smelled of a cedarwood, but the ebony that seemed to course through his veins mixed in for a refreshing scent. A small rose was placed within his chest pocket, which he soon revealed was for you. You gratefully smiled and placed it next to your plate, your fingers stroking the petals. You wondered how a something as simple as a flower could suddenly mean so much and display such beauty.

As you both picked at scraps on the plate Ignis spoke up, “I believe this would be a good time to let you know I did not bring dessert.”

“Oh, that’s…” you began.

“But I do know of a bakery up the road that has wonderful tiramisu.”

“That sounds great,” you replied giving him a wide grin.

Standing up he held out his hand in order to help you up. Taking it you were shocked to feel that they were so soft. You figured his palms would be callous and his knuckles raw due to all the combat he partakes in. “Everything alright,” he asked, noticing you staring at your hand resting on his.

“What,” you asked, his voice pulling you out of thought, “Yea, everything’s great.” You drew your hand away, and followed him into town. People lined the streets, crowds at every corner. Tents were set up in celebration of the day, while the masses gathered underneath to dance to the music playing aloud.

“It’s really crowded,” you laughed, trying to squeeze through groups of people. Normally you would be rather aggravated at the inconvenience, but you were in such a great mood nothing could ruin it.

“Here,” Ignis spoke, taking your hand again. He took the liberty of leading the two of you through the crowds, pulling you along, his grip never loosening.

“Ah, finally,” he sighed. The two of you had soon escaped the hordes and were in front of a small hole in the wall bakery. If you were walking to fast, you might not have even noticed it. To your dismay, Ignis let go of your hand, but for completely gentlemanly purposes. Holding the door for you, you entered the small shop, the aroma of sweets filling your nose. You inhaled, feeling as thought merely breathing in the air could give you some sort of sugar high.

“Pick whatever you would like,” Ignis spoke, placing his hand on your lower back and ushering you forward.

Glass cases lined the walls, full of treats galore. Desserts of all shapes and sizes were placed flawlessly, just begging you to try them. As your eyes scanned the room, a small cake caught your eye. It was no bigger than the size of your palm, perfectly square. Red icing covered the exterior of the cake and a small pink rose bud sat atop, piped to excellence. You opened the case door and reached in and grabbed the small pastry. Turning to Ignis you smiled, “You gave me a rose, so I’ll buy this for you. My treat.” He looked as though he was going to protest, but you merely shushed him and bought the petti four.

Wrapped up in a small box, you handed the gift to Ignis, which he gladly accepted. He grabbed himself a cup of coffee to go, which he offered to you but you declined, and the two of you left the shop to stroll the side streets of the city. Lamps lit the way and your shadows panned out across the sidewalk as the both of you sauntered slowly, enjoying the others company. You felt something inside you stirring, something you had never felt before and you wondered if it blossomed from the day’s events or if it had been there all along but unnoticed.

“Ignis, tonight has been absolutely wonderful,” you began, “It was completely unexpected, made me incredibly anxious, and I honestly was worried this was just going to be some sort of prank. But I am so thankful it was more than that.”

Grabbing your arm, Ignis stopped you in your tracks. You turned to him, caught off guard by how close he was to you. His eyes, a beautiful sea green, shone even in the dark causing your heart to flip. “If we are being honest, I have enjoyed myself too,” the advisor whispered, “I have been wanting to take you on a proper date for quite some time.”

“Really,” you questioned, your eyes mesmerized by his lips, which were only inches away from yours. You felt you throat going dry and your legs feeling weak; his smell was intoxicating.

“Yes,” he smiled, “I haven’t been able to get you off my mind since our journey began. And gods how hard it was not to kiss you again.”

“Again,” you repeated, your mind flashing back to that night multiple weeks back.

“You were intoxicated and I was not going to take advantage of you, but I swear it was one of the most difficult things to do. I told myself I would get the courage to speak up, but I knew I had to wait for the perfect moment.”

“So you picked today?”

“Well I attempted a couple weeks back, but things fell through,” he sighed, “Fighting a behemoth took a lot out of everyone, myself included, I didn’t think it would be quite appropriate.”

“I dunno,” you started, “might have been a great distraction from the bruises and exhaustion.” Ignis chuckled in reply, bringing a hand up to brush a strand of hair out of your face. The contact between his skin and yours made you catch your breath, as he held his hand against your cheek.

“May I kiss you Y/N,” he asked in a hush whisper.

“You have to ask?”

His lips curled in to a small smile, “It’s only polite.”

You answered his question by inching your face closer to his, to which he mimicked until your lips met his. His lips were soft and tasted of coffee and the movement of your lips on his sent a sensation down to your core. You face felt hot as you put your arms on his chest and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush to him. Your eyes were shut and yet you saw stars; you were still and yet had never felt so alive; you were safe and hadn’t felt that way in a long time. Eventually pulling away, the two of you quietly gasped for air not having come up for a breath. Ignis rested his forehead against yours and you let out a small giggle, excitement coursing through you.

“Much better than last time,” you asked.

“I wouldn’t say so. Your lips are divine drunk or sobered.”

You looked up to him, your eyes meeting his. To think you had never noticed how beautiful Ignis was until now left you dumbstruck. Body, mind, and soul he was perfect in every way. “I’d also like to take this moment to formally ask,” he began, “Y/N.”

“Yes?”

“Will you do me the honor of being my Valentine?”

You laughed out loud at how proper he sounded, and he chuckled along with you.

“Again, you really have to ask,” you questioned him teasingly.

“I just want to hear the words from you myself, plus I would love the honor of being your first ever Valentine.”

Cupping his face in your hands, you pulled him to you and just before your lips touched you uttered a quiet “Yes”, your lips brushing his with your response. Kissing him again, you absorbed every aspect of this moment; the sounds of the city that echoed throughout the passageways, the dim lighting of the lampposts, and the feeling of utter happiness coursing through your veins. As both of your lips danced with the other you began memorizing the scent and taste of him hoping to grasp it in your mind forever and hold him for as long as you could.

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