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morningstarinwinter · 3 years

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🌜Moon wish upon the star✨

Roleplaying between me and @twins-born-in-a-new-moon

CW : Swear words, Sexual harassment

Word counting : 5,078

It was just a day after the announcement of the celestial ball. Everyone was very excited for it, they were already searching for a partner or thinking on the clothes they would wear that date. Artemis and Danique were not an exception to the excitement the ball bringed.

Artemis himself was already being questioned by his twin sister “Are you going to bring Danique as your date?”

“I don’t think so” he answered “she wouldn’t come with me anyway”

“Oh are you sure?” his twin asked.

“Yeah, she kind of hates me...” he said sadly.

You dork , Selene thought.

Meanwhile Danique and Penny are at the Hufflepuff common room.

“I’m so excited about the upcoming event!! What would you choose as a dress? Who would you bring?” The blonde haired girl squeals and shakes her amber eyes friend.

“Woah woah, calm down Penny! Professor Dumbledore just announced this! Who would already think of that?” Danique said and shook her head at her lively friend.

“But you would go with Artemis right? Since you two are a thing” the blonde haired girl teases her friend.

“Wha-what do you mean by that?! Why would he like me? He is so perfect and me? No, we are not a thing. We just have a verbal war game..” said the amber-eyed girl with a hint of sadness in her voice.

“Oh no, Dani! He has never done anything like that to anyone! You are special to him, you know?” Penny said with a serious face.

“Sigh, I don't feel like that Penny. Anyway, I may go with Barn since he seems so clueless about this” the white haired girl said, then stood up from the couch and walked off the common room.

Don't give me hope Penny, he deserves better. Someone like you. The white haired thought to herself.

“Oh, I need to tell Barn before some hungry girl snitched him before me”

Artemis himself was already moving to the great hall to eat, ignoring all the questions his sister asked him on the way.

Once there he could see many people already asking each other to go to the ball. Tulip herself asked him if he would go to the ball with her. He politely denied her petition and continued with his food.

It’s not like I don’t want to go with someone.. she wouldn’t come with me, would she? he thought.

Entering the great hall, Danique saw the boy she's just frustrated about, rejecting the mischievous red haired girl.

Huh! See? as I thought. He would have a girl by his side for that night already. The amber-eyed girl thought to herself and looked around for her hunky Slytherin friend.

“Excuse me” There is a tall Gryffindor boy appearing at her sight.

“Yes? what can I do for you?” said the girl with frowned eyebrows.

Is he the chaser from the Gryffindor team? I think we only talked once

“It would be an honor for me to have you as my date in the celestial ball. Danique Winter, would you go with me?” The boy said with a smirk then used Orchideous to conjure a red rose bouquet and offered it for her.

Ahhhhhh, the hell? Why would he have to cause a scene here?!

“Ah...umm...that's very nice of you to say, but I already have someone on my mind. And I have to go now, Sorry…” She said and gave him a forced smile. Then she walks off the scene as quickly as she can to the Slytherin table to meet her hunky friend.

The rejected Gryffindor boy stares, following her back, and clenches that poor bouquet.

Artemis looked at the little scene the Gryffindor boy make to try to ask Danique to be his date

You fool, she would never accept a petition like that.. so flamboyant…

He can see how the boy gets rejected but the words that came from her mouth make him... sad. Someone on your mind? he thought Of course, I should have guessed it before…

Meanwhile at the Slytherin table.

“Do you have anyone you want to go with, Barn?” the white haired girl asked.

“Noh...do I have to? There were some girls that asked me, but I don't know them so I rejected” the brunette boy answers.

“Will you go with me then? Since I don't want to go with some weird dude like that” She nods her head at that Gryffindor boy.

“As a friend tho, we could have fun together without those love interest feelings” she looks back at her Slytherin friend.

“That sounds nice. I'm happy to go with you Danique!” The brunette boy smiles brightly at the white haired girl.

“It's a deal then” she smiles at him and changes the conversation to another topic.

Since Artemis was away from the two of them he doesn’t get to hear the conversation, but he can guess. Were you referring to Barnaby?

He decided to just finish his plate and go back to the common rooms. We have astrology tomorrow, I can ask her there!

The next day in their last class of the week, astrology, Artemis waited peacefully till the class finished to talk to Danique. Once the class is dismissed.

“Excuse me Danique?” he called her “Can we talk?”

“Does it take time? since I promised to help the first year on charms” She answered the boy.

Oh no, what would he want to talk about?

“It would only be a few minutes…” he replied.

“Hmm...it's okay then I guess…” she said hesitantly. Why do I feel like he is nervous now? Why would he feel that?

“Well... mmm-” he said a bit blushed “Will you... go to the Celestial Ball with me?” he said playing nervously with one of his hair strands.

Wha-what did he just say?! Celestial ball? me? But why? The girl was surprised by his words.

“I'm sorry Artemis, but I already promised to go with Barn…” she answered.

“Oh! Do you get asked by many people and don't want to go with strangers like Barn? I'm sorry I can't help you with that now” she seems to think of her Slytherin friend and answers to him guiltily.

Hmm..maybe I was wrong when he rejected Tulip, maybe it's just her joke

“No-! I” I genuinely wanted to go with you. he thought. “N-never mind... Hope you and Barn have fun in the ball” he said sadly

“See you soon Danique”and he left.

“Oh no! He seemed disappointed. Maybe I could check on him at the ball if he didn't go to anyone” The amber-eyed girl said to herself and then walked to the courtyard to meet the first year badger.

Artemis got out of the room and quickly went to the Ravenclaw Common Room.

There Rowan was sitting, reading a few books, so Artemis sat next to her.

“Hello Rowan” he said quite sadly.

“Well, someone is sad? What happened?” The girl asked softly.

“Danique is going to the ball with Barnaby…” answered the boy.

“Ouh- Well…” she looked at him. “We could go together, you know just as friends so we don't go alone?”

“... Sounds good for me” he smiled

When Danique finished helping with the first year, she went back to her dormitory and found that Penny and Tonks were there.

“Wotcher Dani! I hope to hear good news from you!” The pink haired girl said with a mischievous smile on her face.

“Yeah! We saw that Artemis talked to you and wondered if he finally asked you for the ball!!” The blonde hair squeals.

“Oh...um...he did ask me, but I need to tell you guys that I asked Barn to go as a friend yesterday” The white hair answered and smiled sheepishly to her roommates.

“Why would you do that Dani! Oh, I feel so helpless about you” Tonks said then facepalms.

“Look at you Danique! I said that he would ask you and you won't believe me” Penny pouts at her white hair friend.

“Now you guys make me feel guilty. Look, it's already happened okay?” the amber eye said then threw her arms up.

“Anyway let's talk about other things, you're gonna be the head of decoration right Penny?” She said, then sat on her bed.

Her 2 roommates just look at each other and thought She changed the subject again

“Oh right! I was thinking the theme could be ‘star’, what do you think about that?” Doesn't want to push on her friend, the blonde hair girl just goes with the flow.

“What can I say? I'm the star myself, you know?” when she answered and the room was now full of laughter and they continued to talk about it.

The days passed softly and so finally the night of the ball arrived, Artemis was wearing a fine and fit white suit with golden and lilac details, which helped his thin but slightly masculine appearance to stand out, he used a beautiful purple cape over his clothes, his hair was down but kept with a half ponytail, and changed his usual black glasses to a golden ones special for formal gatherings.

Thanks to all of this, and his albino appearance, he really looked like a moon prince.

Rowan, who was at his side, was wearing a beautiful blue dress with silver details, her black hair was in a side tail, she looked so pretty that night.

After finishing dressing, the amber eye girl walked to the great hall to meet her brunette friend at the gate.

“Wow...you look so beautiful Danique! It's not like you don't look good on the other day, but today you look much more beautiful!” the hunky boy said with sparkling eyes.

Before him, Danique dresses in a gold ankle-long dress with a high neck and revealed back. There are golden glitters starting from her neck to her waist. Below that, the fabric is a see through start from her tight. Her shoes are white high heels with strips around her ankle. Her hair is done as loose curls with one small braid at the left. The hair was tucked on the left side to show her silver star earring. She did her make up with a rosy cheek and brick pink lipstick.

“Thank you so much Barn, now let's head in the ball shall we?” she smiles back at him and they walk into the room decorated in star theme.

Rowan and Artemis were already sitting down waiting for everyone else to join, they were keeping a simple conversation until Danique and Barnaby walked in... She looks.. wow His eyes shone as he looked at her. She is sunning…

Rowan looked at him and then smiled to herself when she noticed who he was looking. “Shall we dance Artemis?” she asked and pointed at the couple with her head.

“Oh! Sure, my lady” he answered smiling.

Danique spotted Artemis and Rowan on the dance floor.

Woah...he looks...like a moon prince… The amber eye girl keeps staring at him for several minutes.

“That boy really looks good tonight” the voice from her brunette friend snaps her from the thought.

“You look so smart too Barn, I almost fell for you when I saw you back then” she flirts and winks at him as they always did.

“Well, sadly your heart is with that man” Barnaby said then make a fake sad face

“Sh-shut it Barn! Let's dance with others!” the white hair girl said with a reddened face and dragged her friend to the dance floor.

After a few songs our two dance couples ended up quite close to each other, enough to be able to see them dancing with their respective partner.

Artemis was completely mesmerized with how Danique flowed softly on the dance floor, but looking at how Barnaby holded her so closely made him... jealous.

“Hey Rowan, I had an idea,” he said with a smirk.

“Do tell” the girl in his arms said.

“Would you mind if...?” and he pointed at the couple with his head, Rowan understood immediately and put her arms around the boy's neck.

“Who will tell! Our dear Artemis can be jealous” she laughed.

“Oh shut it, Ro!” he laughed as well, as they continued their dance.

Seeing Artemis like that made Danique snapped.

Why would Rowan do that? Oh I see, he just wants to start a game huh? bring it on boy

“Hey Barn, when I twirled next time, hold me reallyyyy close okay?” she smirks at her friend.

“Okay...but why?”

“Just do it!” She lets out a whisper-shout

When it comes to the swirling position, Danique swirled then leaned her back on Barnaby's chest then placed her head on his shoulder. She grabs both or the boy's hands to place on her waist. Barnaby, flushed by this, quickly swirls her back to face-to-face position.

Both Artemis and Rowan looked at the other couple with surprised eyes.

“Crap” Rowan muttered “Any plan?”

“...None” the boy answered.

“Well, fuck” she then cursed.

The two of them just stayed dancing close to each other for a while.

Meanwhile at the sass queen's couple

“Looks like they are done with this game. Ha! that boy never learned who is the champion here” the white hair girl peeks at the Ravenclaw couple and smirks.

“Sorry Barn, I went a bit too far right? Also, how about we stop dancing now and go to eat something?” the girl asked her blushed partner.

“Yea-yeah a bit too much. Speaking of eating, that's a nice idea! I'm starting to get bored of this” the brunette boy stops the dance and leads his partner to the table.

“Do you want some butter beer? I could grab it for you” he asked.

“Sounds great! I may sit here since my feet are sore a bit because of these stupid heels” the girl replied and sits on one of the chairs.

Artemis and Rowan find a place to sit down after a few dances and they peacefully chat with each other.

"So.... would you like something to drink?" Artemis asked

"No, I'm fine for now, don't worry" she answered.

After a few minutes, Barnaby was gone. Danique looks around to see how the ball is going.

“You look stunning today Danique” without looking, she already knew it's that Gryffindor chaser.

OH SHIT THAT BOY

“Thank you. You are looking good yourself” she turns to face him and notices that leans his hand on the table to lower himself to talk to her.

Don't get close to me you jerk

“Well, I would look better if I had you by my side tonight…” he smirks and places his other hand on her small bare-skin back.

Feeling disgusted by his action, the girl quickly stands up and steps away from him.

“Come on, one dance wouldn't hurt right?” still pestering, the boy grabs one of her wrists.

Oh no, it's so disgusting. Why did it take you so long, Barn? Please hurry up and comes help me

Doesn't like to be touched herself, the poor girl is shocked from those actions and stands still.

Artemis was very concentrated talking with Rowan until he saw how a boy got extremely close to Danique, the girl was surely disgusted by the actions of the man so he stood up quickly.

“Excuse me for a second Rowan” and as fast as he said these words, he went in Danique's direction.

Rowan quickly notices the scene before her as well “Don’t worry, go ahead”

“My darling,” He said, holding the girl's hand softly.

“Is everything ok?” he asked looking with clear angry at the gryffindor

“If he is making you uncomfortable, say so. I will get him off in a few seconds” he whispered to her ear.

The amber-eyed girl only nods her head and looks at the ground.

“Excuse me, sir” He said, getting Danique behind him so the boy wouldn’t get to keep touching her.

“I think the lady has been clear on her actions that she doesn't want to dance with you, or even have you around" he said frowning his eyebrows "I recommend you to leave her immediately unless-”

“Unless what a pretty boy?” He laughed “What will you do, as if you could do anything to me, now move a side”

“So that's your choice huh?” there was not only anger in Artemis' eyes, he was... infuriated. “Let me guess, your name was... Daniel Roberts correct? I think your father works at the ministry of magic?”

The boy flinched “You wouldn't dare-”

“Oh of course I will!” Now was Artemis who laughed

“Don't ever mess with Clair de Lune, your father should have taught you that... how unfortunate he is... to have a son that treat womans like a beast”

“Please don't do it!” He begged “I will do whatever you ask me but please, don't do anything to my father”

“Everything I asked?” Artemis smirked “Then apologize to the Lady immediately and leave, don't ever talk to her again!”

“P-please, forgive me miss Winter!” Trash in its place. And as soon as the boy said those words he ran away.

Artemis took a deep breath to calm himself down and then looked camly at Danique. “Are you alright Danique?” he asked softly

“Yeah! yeah...I...I guess…” she answers him softly and tries to move her hair to cover her back.

Artemis noticed the action of the girl so he softened his eyes, grabbed his cape and put it around her shoulders. “There we are”

Still not fully recovered from that physical touch, the girl flinches a bit.

“Ah- sorry I didn't mean to make you feel uneasy” the boy apologized.

“Oh no! It's not your fault. I just....Sigh, Can we get out of here…?” She hugs herself and looks at his eyes, her amber eyes still have a hint of fear in them.

He looked at her softly. “Surely, my lady” he offered the girl his arm so she could grab on it if she wanted.

Even though she was feared by that man, she feels safe around his presence. The amber-eyed girl then grabs his arm.

Then the two of them walk outside the great hall and go to the fountain yard where the sky is with a full moon surrounded by stars.

Artemis and Danique then sit together at the fountain... Looking peacefully at the beautiful night sky. Artemis hadn't said a word, he just wanted her to feel comfortable.

“Thank you for helping me back then” the amber-eyed girl broke the silence.

“I really appreciated that, really. I looked so pathetic right? A sass strong girl like me can't fight back that jerk” she let out a small painful laugh.

“You weren't pathetic” the boy said with a worry in his voice.

“That jerk didn't have any intention of backing off, until I menaced him of course…” he paused.

“And it's ok don't worry, I couldn't have stayed there just watching how that asshole made you uncomfortable” he then said softly to her.

Danique looks at him and is stunned by how his albino skin and white hair reflect the moonlight. Moreover,with the outfit , he looks like a real moon prince. She stares at him silently for a while.

Artemis looked at how the amber eyes shined thanks to the reflection of the stars of the sky, he felt he could lose in those eyes. He got close to her face. She looks so pretty right now but...She will hate me if I kiss her right? he thought and closed his eyes.

Huh? wh-why he lean in and closed his eyes, don't tell me he wanted to ki-kiss me?! Oh no my heart can't handle this now

“Umm..the-the sky is so beautiful tonight, isn't it?” She turns her head away from him and looks at the sky.

Artemis quickly gets back to his original position noticing what he was about to do “Ah- yes is indeed pretty” he answered, That’s not the only pretty thing in this place.. then looked at the sky, flustered.

“The full moon is so beautiful. I like the scenario when the moonlight shines on it” she said and looked around.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it...?” the amethyst eyed flick to look at the girl beside him, looking at her with longingly as the owner spoke the sentence that seems to have hidden meaning in it.

“It always is” She looked at him and smiled.

“Oh! let me show you one of my favorite spells!” she said excitedly and looked at the boy.

He tilted his head “Ok?” He said a bit confused.

“Watch this and keep it a secret okay?” she smiles and winks at him.

Danique moves her right index finger and mutters some spell. Suddenly, there are many littles stars surrounding them. They are twinkling and moving around slowly.

“My father always did this for me when I was young, since he calls me 'little star' and I really like it” she let out a small chuckle.

“You are the first one I showed this to, you know? No one ever saw me doing wandless magic before” she looks at him and smiles softly.

Artemis felt his own heart melted by her words and actions. If the place was already pretty before, now it was definitely dreamlike, he sighed.

“Thanks for this honor” he smiled at her, flustered.

He got closer to her “This is truly a beautiful scenery” he paused.

“Yet the only thing I can look at right now is at the beautiful star shining right in front of me” he admitted.

Holding her hands in his, he said “You have truly mesmerized me Danique... and all my heart can seem to think about, is you” his cheeks were in a tone of bright red.

Stunned by his words, the girl now speechless and her face is all red.

Wh-why is he suddenly like this? I'm I dreaming right now? What-what should I say?

Then the music started playing again, Artemis standed up and offered a hand to her.

“Will you spare me this dance, Danique?” He asked, still felt a bit nervous by his own actions.

“Of-of course!” she quickly stands up, with a bit of awkwardness, then takes his hand.

The dance was a slow one, they danced and marveled at each other's appearance under the night sky. Artemis was feeling quite nervous, but happy at the same time. Holding the girl so close to him during the dance felt like a dream.

Meanwhile Danique, feels safe, yet nervous in her crush's arms.

Oh no he holds me so gently, my heart beats too fast like I'm gonna explode..After that thought, she steps on his foot.

“Oh! I'm-I'm sorry” she looks down at her feet.

“It’s ok. Don’t worry” he softly laughed.

Artemis could feel his own heart beating faster. I hope she doesn’t notice

He honestly feels like he is flying, but at the same time bound to earth by the beautiful lady in his arms.

The song went sweetly and slowly as it began and they stayed in the dance position for a few seconds when they realized it was over…

“That was such an amazing dance” She smiles at him, still not letting go.

“As expect from the perfect boy”

“Perfect boy?” A sad tone was perceived in his voice “Is that all I am to you?” He asked softly, looking at her eyes.

“Oh, no! You-you are more than that…” the amber-eyed girl answers nervously. She looks at his eyes and feels like they are luring her in. Her lips part a bit because of those dreamy purple eyes.

“More than that?” He leaned close to her face again. I may be misinterpreting her but..He once again closed her eyes and gave her a soft kiss on the lips.

He could smell her hair clearer than ever before. The smell of peach and the soft lips of the girl, he couldn’t think of anything else for a moment. His heart felt like skipping a beat and he is.. so happy.

Being surprised by his action at first, the girl then closes her eyes and kisses him back. She could smell her favourite scents from him stronger than before. She wraps her arms around his neck and tilts her head to make it easier for the kiss. Her mind goes blank and her heart beats so fast as if it's going to explode.

Artemis just let himself melt in the girl's soft lips for a while, putting his arms around her waist. Good things couldn't last forever and their lips parted from each other. Artemis keeps his eyes closed, feeling his own heart beat hard on his chest, as he keeps holding the amber eyed girl in his arms.

After they parted, Danique opened her eyes and pants a bit from that sweet kiss. She saw that Artemis still closes his eyes and holds her delicately. The blush begins to creep all over her face since she gains her consciousness back.

Oh Merlin...We kissed?! And-and we are not even a couple! What have I done?!

She let go of his neck and hides her face in her hands because of shyness.

Artemis slowly opens his eyes and sees how the girl is hiding herself “Danique…” He softly calls her.

Still hiding her face, the girl squeaks. “Yes?!”

“Look at me, please” he asked, keeping a soft tone.

The girl finally gathered her courage and let her hand down.

Artemis gave her a warm smile and finally says “I love you” Feeling his heart beating faster than it was before “I understand If you don't feel the same I just.. wanted you to know how i truly feel about you”

“I-I..” Getting kissed and listening to her crush confess his love to her, the amber eyes girl seems unable to handle these. Her legs kind of give up themselves, the girl is now sitting on the floor and hides her face again.

These are too muchhhh, I feel like I'm dying. Then she remembered that he told her to look at him so she peeks through her hands.

"Can-can you give me some time? There are too many events happening today and I feel like my brain has stopped working. Also that was my first kiss, I..." she whispers the last sentence shyly.

Artemis helps the girl to stand up again. “Ah- of course” he was now the one being shy “Wait- your first kiss?” he whispered. So it was her first kiss as well?

“Yea-yeah, sorry if I was not good” she glances up at him and presses her lips.

“No- is not that... It was my first kiss as well..” Artemis said letting his cheeks become pink.

“Really?! but you are so...good..” she said with a dreamy voice.

Artemis became completely red by that commentary and covered his face with one of his hands. “Well, thank you..” he said in almost a whisper.

“You did it pretty good yourself…” He felt like he is meling.

“Tha-thank you..” she replied softly.

Seeing him blushed, the girl teases. “As expected from the perfect boy, you really are good at everything, oh also I think it's almost the curfew time” the amber eyes girl said with a smirk and looked at the clock.

“Good at everything huh?” Artemis now teased back "I will only do my best display for my lady after all. And, yes indeed" he said looking at the clock as well “We should go back” Artemis offered his arm to the girl “May I have the honor to escort you?”

“Oh yes, thank you my prince”she smiles and takes his arm.

There are a lot of conversations and laughs on the way to the Hufflepuff common room. And now they arrived at the barrel gate.

“Thank you about everything tonight Artemis, I would cherish this night for the rest of my life..” She smiles softly at the white hair boy.

“I could say the same, Danique” He said and gave her a kiss on her hand "Have a peaceful sleep, my princess” And with these words Artemis left to his own common room.

Artemis arrived at the Ravenclaw common room and was intercepted by Rowan “Well then... how was your secret date with Danique” she asked, making the boy blush at the memory of the girl's lips on his own.

“I kissed her” he said “And I told her- yes, in that specific order”

“OH FOR MERLIN'S BEARD!!!” Rowan squealed “What did she tell you?!! She accepted you?!!”

“She... asked me for time to think and... process it all” he answered.

“Dank, so close yet so far” Rowan muttered “Don't worry I'm sure she would accept you in the end!”

Artemis put his hand on his heart “Would she?” he whispered. She doesn't even know about this after all..

After a few minutes of conversation each one went to their respective room.

Artemis hugged one of his pillows and smiled to himself remembering clearly all of the night before falling asleep.

Meanwhile at her dormitory. The other girls are already in the room.

“Seemed like someone got a secret date” the pink haired girl whistles.

“Yeah, how was it Dani?!” the blonde hair girl asks loudly.

“Ughhhh, Why do you guys always see this?” the white hair girl groans.

“Artemis is a good guy tho, get him Dani” the white wolf girl said

“EVEN YOU CHIARA?!” the amber-eyed girl now yanks her hair.

“Spill all of it morning star!!” Tonks then jumped at her.

“Ahhhh okay okay! Geez...”Danique told everything that happened between them.

“MERLIN'S BEARD DANIQUE!” the pink haired girl screams, followed by 2 squeal voices.

“Shhh, Tonks! you are too loud!” Danique lets out a whisper-yell.

“Why don't you just accept him, Danique? He had a feeling for you for a long time and you also like him” the blonde hair girl asked curiously.

“Sigh, he is a noble, remember? Also, he is hella perfect. Do I really deserve him tho?” the amber-eyed girl said with a sad voice.

Basic half-blood and noble pureblood huh? Sounds like Cinderella's story for me. She thought and looked outside of the window to see the moon surrounded by thousands of stars. The moon and the stars? Probably more like that.. She then excused the other girls to go for a shower and all of them knew right away not to ask about it anymore.

#SO I commisioned this pic and I want to show yall how good it is!!!#LOOK AT THEM #I'm so soft by all of that🥺😭❤️#Moonie and I decided that it's time to post our fav roleplay of all time #the drawing is inspired from one of these scenes here #I hope you enjoy this and excuse us for our writing😅#artenique story #danique winter #artemis clair de lune #my commissions

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“Oh, hey, Orchid! Nah, I’m just working on some’n for my anniversary.” She held up the ring she was working on. “It’s our first, so I wanna do some’n extra special, ya know?”

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“Hey, Blue!” Gummy walked in, a box of ingredients in her arms. “Everything okay? You looked stressed.”

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“Hi, Gummy!” Speak of the Feline, and she shall appear. “Oh, Miss Blue? You look worried.”

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“Sure, I can help!” A black cat appeared out of nowhere with her sketchpad. “What kind of cake do you want to make?”

“...A wedding cake.”

While Rhodes Island’s best bakers conspired to craft the perfect anniversary cake, Glaucus tinkered in her room, looking through schematics to find the pieces she needed for the ideas in her head. It wasn’t every day she had something to celebrate, so she felt like she really had to make this special, but she was quickly discovering she didn’t have many ideas that made good toys. “Hmm...The Doctor said she’d like something she can set on her desk, and Blue likes watching the clouds on the top deck. Maybe something held in a magnetic field that has a liquid component? That would be interesting, and it shouldn’t be too hard to make. I will need a container of some kind for it, though.”

*knock knock* “Glaucus?” That was Mayer’s voice at the door. “Do you have the prototype for the magnetic field generator model?”

“One second.” The Supporter engaged her exosuit, walked over to the table she set the model on, and opened the door to hand it to the Anaty at the door...

...Who looked behind her and saw what she was working on. “Has it already been six months?”

“Hmm?” Glaucus followed her eyes. “Yeah. I want to make them something like levitating lava lamps. Actually, can I borrow a few Meeboos? I need some help with the containers, and I’m not entirely sure what I want to fill them with for the best effect.”

“I’ll do you one better and help you myself. It’s been kind of a slow day, but helping you out might teach me something I can use on the magnet-powered Meeboo!”

With a little trepidation, she let Mayer inside. “Alright, you can help me out. We’re gonna need two of them.”

“Obviously.” The Anaty chuckled. “What else would you do, ask them both to share?”

“...I am so glad I work with someone this perceptive.”

--- --- --- --- ---

The Doctor’s shift came to an end, and she returned home with a trio of rings in her pocket, eager to start celebrating. She wondered if her girlfriends had gotten as into this idea of anniversaries as she had; for her, it was a brand new type of memory, one that, even as an amnesiac, she knew was a new sort of experience, and one she was looking forward to having many more of...

‘Home’ for the trio was the Doctor’s suite, partially because it’d been the largest of their three rooms, partially because she was the only one who didn’t need a separate workshop for her stuff, and partially because her room had been site zero...entirely by accident. All three of them being there had been intentional, at least - Meteor had held a meet-and-greet sort of thing for the more introverted folks, the sort of event only a team mom could have considered and then kept enjoyable, and afterwards Blue and Glaucus had taken up on the Doctor’s offer for a nightcap.

They quickly discovered none of them could actually drink alcohol, each for a completely different reason, so it’d turned into the three of them talking the night away instead. The Anura made a remark that this was the most of Glaucus’ voice she’d heard since they’d met, and the Supporter admitted with a blush that this was the most comfortable she’d felt around a pair of people since she’d arrived. That got the two of them talking about life before Rhodes Island; Blue reminisced about walking hand-in-hand with friends, which prompted the Doctor and Glaucus to ask why she didn’t at RI. She sighed, saying most people were too scared of the possibility of her poisoning them to consider it - and before she could even finish the sentence, they’d each grabbed the hand closest to them with a level of coordination they couldn’t have even planned.

Man, that was a fun night.

Anyway, the Doctor went to unlock her door, only to have Blue open it for her with a bright smile, already out of her work clothes and in something casual. “Welcome home~ How was work?”

“Slow as hell, honestly.” She went for a kiss, encouraged by the frosting on the Anura’s upper lip. “You made dessert, I take it?”

“You’ll see. Glue got back a few minutes ago and went to the bedroom to change, if you want to join her.”

A shrug. “I think I’ll keep you company until she’s out. Did you burn yourself, dear?”

“Hmm? Oh, this?” She shook her head. “I dropped a beaker and cut myself while cleaning up. Nothing serious.”

“Gotcha. Hey, that was quick!” They both turned to watch Glaucus walk out of the bedroom.

The Supporter waved. “Didn’t need to do much. Are we ready to start?”

“Yeah, let’s do it!” The Doctor rubbed her hands together in anticipation. “I can’t wait to see... this...cake...Holy shit.”

“You’ve really outdone yourself, Blue,” Glaucus agreed, swooping in to take her hand as their third tried to figure out how to tackle the three-tiered titan in front of them.

She giggled. “I’m happy you both think so. I had some help planning it, but it turned out even better than I expected.”

“This reminds me of something,” the Doctor noted as they took the topmost layer for themselves, “but...I don’t know what.”

“It’s a wedding cake,” the Supporter replied.

The Anura nodded. “I’ve always wanted to try making one, and I thought this was as good a time as any. Is it good, Doctor?”

“You know how addicted I am to your cakes, Blue.” She’d already eaten a third of the portion she’d retrieved. “I’m happy there’s enough of this one to last a couple days.”

“Once we’re done eating, I have something as well.” Glue chimed in while it was on her mind. “We should wait, though. The frosting might stain them.”

The Doctor flashed her a thumbs up, and after they’d had their fill (keeping in mind they were planning to go out to eat), Glaucus went back to the bedroom and returned with a pair of blue boxes with green bows on top, each manageable with one hand. “They’re a bit fragile, but I think they’re pretty neat.”

“...This is magnetic, isn’t it?” The Anura opened her box and pulled out a small double-capped cylinder with two distinct layers of liquid along with a flat black base.

“How do we turn them on?” The Doctor wondered aloud. “I don’t see a switch or any- oh, wait, it’s this, isn’t it?”

The Supporter smiled as she found the clicker she’d taped to the top of the box. “Green turns it on, red turns it off; both are gradual to ensure the cylinder doesn’t move too fast and shatter.”

“That’s really co- no, this is awwwwesome. I’m totally taking this to my office.” She’d expected it to float, because Glaucus’ thing was magnets, but to spin as well? That was next-level shit.

“You color-coordinated them as well,” Blue noted with admiration before kissing her on the cheek. “It reminds me of a stormy evening sky.”

Glue blushed. “Then I’m two-for-two.”

“Oh! Speaking of, I made us something, too!” The Doctor fished in her pocket, found the rings, and kept her hand there for a moment.

“...You’ve talked about making jewelry on slower days,” the Anura said, “but it’d be a pain to keep three chains in one pocket.”

Glaucus had to sit down, as even with her exoskeleton on, her knees suddenly felt weak. “Blue, I think I know what she made.”

“Let me know if you guessed right :D.” She held out her hand, and there were three rings - simple silver bands, nearly identical except for differently-colored stones on top - one sapphire, one amethyst, and one citrine.

“I was.” The Supporter fell sideways, laying across Blue’s lap. “We already have the wedding cake.”

The Doctor balked. “Not that I’d say no, but it still feels kinda early for that.”

“All in good time. I’ll consider it a promise for the future.” Blue accepted the amethyst for herself and put the sapphire ring on Glaucus’ finger.

“Same...” Glue, it appeared, was down for the count. “I might need a minute before...dinner...”

That was just fine in their book; the Doctor helped the Anura take their sluggish girlfriend somewhere more comfortable before disengaging the exoskeleton for some late afternoon cuddling. Despite all the blue in their lives (I mean, just look at those color schemes), life had never been brighter...

#arknights #glaucus (arknights)#blue poison (arknights)#i'm still in shock how long this got #and how it refused to be written faster #guess the sea slug energy kinda spreads don't it?#get it cuz Glaucus is a sea slug?#eh?#...anyway happy anniversary to my favorite frog and her two girlfriends #arknights fic

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jiyeong · 5 years

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bmblb flowershop au

been CRAVING this for weeks so i wrote one on twitter and im gonna do a post here too so i don’t lose it in my 43k tweets in case i ever do anything more with it (’: but here’s my bee flowershop au pls enjoy. it’s set in late spring/early summer

yang, age 18 and freshly out of highschool, gets her driver’s license and immediately asks for a motorcycle. taiyang gives her the keys to the family minivan instead and tells her if she wants a deathmobile, she can get a job and buy it herself

she’s walking down the main shopping street looking for job opportunities when she sees a cute girl putting up a “help wanted” sign outside a flowershop. it’s blake. the cute girl is blake.

it’s a delivery job and she applies immediately and gets it mostly because she’s the only one who applied, but ironically also because the minivan is big enough to hold large bouquets, has a 5star safety rating, and also does not go faster than 35mph so its extremely unlikely that she will be in any accidents lol

blake’s family’s shop is very popular, and they do a lot of weddings and big events. it’s an on-call job and she gets called in maybe once or twice a week. it’s always blake calling her in, and they always have a nice chat before she has to go deliver the flowers

she finds out blake is the owner’s only daughter, so she’s probably off limits so like ok. disappointing but whatever it’s easy money and she gets to talk to a hot girl every time she goes to work so this is fine

but then she starts getting some really weird deliveries...

the first one is to a wrestling tournament at some prep school. it’s for a boy (sun wukong, the delivery slip says) who giggles like a little schoolgirl as soon as he sees her coming with the flowers, and before he’ll sign for the delivery, starts talking to her about sports and her workout routines, etc

he’s a nice guy, they talk for a bit, and she asks if he got the flowers because he won and he says no, it’s the nationals and he made third place. the whole time he’s grinning like it’s some kind of inside joke, so that’s what she figures it is.

when she goes back to the flowershop, she tells blake about it, about how weird it was delivering to a wrestling tourney of all things- and she’s laughing too.

yang mentions looking at the delivery slip and that she’s never heard of the flowers before. this gets blake GOING.

she tells her that they’re ranunculus flowers, more commonly known as buttercups in some other flowershops, and that they symbolize attraction, that you find someone charming.

“huh. guess he has some big fan out there,” yang laughs.

“yeah,” blake smiles softly, “guess so.”

the second time it happens, it’s a delivery to some small town fashion magazine publisher. this time, blake mentions the flowers before yang leaves.

it is a mixture of carnations,lilies, and white orchids, and they all symbolize, to some degree, beauty. yang supposes it’s fitting considering she’s going to a fashion magazine, i guess??? this makes blake laugh a bit. yang thinks her laugh is really very cute.

the flowers are for a velvet scarlatina. yang notices her fidgeting as she drops them off in her office. it’s not a nervous fidget, more like she’s excited but is a bit too shy to say and doesn’t know how to express it, maybe?

so yang asks. velvet’s surprised by the question, but she smiles and tells her anyways. she’s just been promoted to lead photographer, she’ll have an entire photo editing department to lead starting tomorrow, and it’s probably the biggest thing that’s ever happened to her. it’s exciting! she’s excited! yang congratulates her, she’s genuinely happy for this girl. she seems like a hard worker.

as yang turns to leave, velvet stops her, holds up a camera slowly, and softly asks if she can take yang’s picture. to test out her new lens, she adds.

it’s a little weird, but okay; artsy people are always weird, yang’s smokin hot on a normal day, AND she’s having an incredible hair day today, if she does say so herself. so she agrees. before she leaves, velvet hands her a small rabbit’s foot, “for good luck.”

this time, yang tells both blake and ruby/weiss about it. blake seems amused, but doesn’t say much, and ruby immediately demands to see the rabbit’s foot charm.

while ruby is occupied by the charm, weiss asks yang how her new job is going. yang gets stuck talking about blake, how cute she is and how smart she is and how nice she is. her smile and her face and her voice.

at this point even ruby’s tuned back in.

so, they do what any good sister/sister’s weirdly obsessive girlfriend would do. they tag along the next time she gets called in to work.

ruby and weiss immediately drift to a section of shop on their own, distracted. ruby’s picking out a bouquet of roses for weiss (ugh, yang thinks) as yang walks to the counter where blake sits. this time the bouquet is simple, made of only one flower: gardenias.

“it symbolizes purity and love,” blake tells her.

“wow i feel like 90% of these flowers symbolize purity and love,” yang jokes. it makes blake chuckle, so very softly, and yang feels like a hammer has dropped in her chest. love. oh no.

“probably accurate. gardenias though, if you were wishing to send someone your undying love anonymously, you would send them gardenias,” blake muses, eyes drifting over to ruby and weiss making a fuss in the corner. “it’s a symbol for a secret love.”

yang’s head is screaming. oh no.

yang ends up leaving (ditching) ruby and weiss there with blake.

the flowers are being sent to the same prep school as the wrestling tournament, but instead of the gym she’s headed for the locker rooms. there’s a sign for a track meet today, and the flowers are for an ilia amitola, some star on the team, yang guesses, as she walks through the school.

ilia is the only one still in there, and yang senses the hostility immediately.

ilia absolutely GRILLS her, there’s no other way to describe it. she asks her question after question about her tastes, her hobbies, her personal life. it’s a little intimidating, and yang is still sort of distracted from her revelation at the flowershop (oh nO) so she answers them all.

ilia’s quiet for a bit at the end before signing the slip and letting yang go.

“don’t fuck it up,” she says as yang’s leaving the room. what the hell???

when she gets home she immediately storms into ruby’s room.

“i think im in love with her,” she’s freaking out. pacing. weiss is in there too, because of course she is, and they’re both just staring at her blankly.

apparently, it was obvious.

“I don’t know why you’re freaking out,” weiss huffs. “when was the last time you dated a girl? like, actually, with feelings??”

“shut UP weiss you’re not invited to this conversation. ruby, sweet ruby, my wonderful adorable baby sister with a strange addiction to model guns and extremely violent shooting games, how the fuck do i get over the cute flower girl that makes me feel like i want to bash my head against the concrete??”

“uhhh well, for one, i think weiss has great ideas so im re-inviting her into the conversation. (”thank you,” weiss huffs, because she was raised to be polite even while offended) and two, just, like, uhhh don’t???”

they convince yang to confess to blake. but yang’s like ok it’s been a while since ive had actual, swear-to-god, feelings, so she wants to do something ROMANTIC. something BIG. something GAY.

yang’s saved up a nice chunk of cash from her job - and okay, who needs a motorcycle when you could get a girlfriend? and like, okay, blake works at the shop, so she’s not quite sure if flowers are an appropriate idea, but she’s literally always reading books on flower meanings and flower dictionaries and looking at natgeo magazines etc so she watches shia lebeouf’s just do it video and why the hell not

but she has to do it right - and she asks the only flower experts she knows other than blake. blake’s parents. she wants to get their okay as well anyways - she’d quit if she had to - so it’s like two birds one stone. but yang’s been charming them since her interview, and they’re almost strangely enthusiastic about helping set up their only daughter.

she gets weiss to place the order, because ruby can’t stop giggling on the phone. it’s a HUGE bouquet - full of every flower that symbolizes love that mr & mrs belladonna recommended her. it’s almost embarrassing listening to weiss list the flowers and knowing that blake is the one receiving the order.

the bouquet is so huge that yang insists that she needs help carrying it. conveniently, ruby and weiss are busy doing something gay, so they aren’t free to help her. blake raises her eyebrow when her parents send her off with yang to help. yang thinks it’s very attractive.

the address is a meadow right on the outskirts of town. lots of rolling hills, lots of swaying trees, the sky is clear and you can already see the moon even though it isn’t nighttime yet. it’s all very scenic, a perfect wedding venue. it’s late afternoon when they leave the shop.

“preparing for a wedding so late in the day is so strange,” blake comments on the way there, playing with the radio stations like she owns the van. it makes yang’s heart clench. can you die early from too much feeling? how awful. “what eccentric people, to be having their ceremony so late at night.”

“aha... y-yeah, eccentric people for sure,” yang sweats.

they park on the hill, and there’s no one there. blake steps out of the van, confused. she’s looking at the sunset and it’s as picture perfect as she thought it would be, but where is everyone?

and when she turns around, yang is holding the very large bouquet perfectly fine on her own. she almost shoves it into blake’s face.

“they’re for you,” yang blurts out immediately. “i’m the eccentric people.”

blake’s all ??? for a second. and then it sinks in and she’s laughing because, “do you know how much these flowers cost? did you literally spend all your money on a bouquet of flowers for me, a florist’s daughter who is literally around flowers all day?”

turns out blake has also been spending her money on bouquets for all of her friends uncharacteristically often, with their consent of course, just to get the cute new delivery girl into the store more so she could see her and maybe have a chat. they’ve been returning the flowers with small favors of their own - non-consensual blake makes sure to point out - namely, yang’s favorite workout spots, some really cute not-at-all-candid pictures of yang, and what basically amounted to, yup u guessed it, an entire autobiography of yang herself. god.

they kiss as the sun’s last rays are fading, laughing, on a hill almost an hour’s drive away in a rusty old minivan, and over a ridiculously unnecessary amount of flowers. it’s pretty fuckin gay.

#rwby #bumbleby #headcanons #that's my tag for long au posts like this lol #very GAY very INDULGENT #very long #also they're both poor because flowers are freakin expensive guys jeez #bee flowershop au #COMPLETE with flower meanings that i literally googled as i was writing the original tweets #god if i could write i'd write THIS and also the harry potter au that i am also typing up in bullet points instead of actual sentences.#writing is HARD and i appreciate every single person on ao3 thank u so much for my life

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izayoichan · 5 years

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As promised, the day after Amenadiel found himself standing in front of that was possibly the biggest market place he had ever seen. He hoped to find what he needed there, but first, he had to admit Khaled had been right, this place was awesome.

“So.. big enough for a city boy?” “Yep.. I wonder what they sell.” “All kinds of stuff, come on, let me show you.”

He followed Khaled who pointed and explained what things was, what they sold and so on. He still hadn’t heard what he would like him to say that they sold, but then again, why would he think off it.

“And on this side, you have your less stereotypical tourist stuff, like proper spice and so one.” “Are you sure you should be standing like this?” “What?” “You said your body guards were loyal to your dad?” “I gave them the day off.” “And you think they didn’t follow.” “If they did, I’ll handle it when I get there.”

“So over there is where I should be shopping right?” “Yeah, if you want the real deal.” “That’s just weird.. why would anyone shop on the other side then?” “Prices are lower.” “Ah.. should have guessed.”

“But..flowers?” “Yeah, there are real and fake orchids.” “Wow.. anything to make cash huh?” “Yep, its the downside of markets, you need to know what you are getting.” “Good thing I don’t really have any money then.” “What, see something you want?” “No.. not really.”

“Are you sure?” “Yes, unless any of these plants are a plasma fruit in disguise.” “Plasma fruit?” “I can eat those.”

At first Khaled just looked at him, before he suddenly realized what Amenadiel was talking about. He was after all a vampire.

“I don’t think we have those.” “Shit..” “You don’t have any?” “No.. this whole trip was a little sudden.” “Well, lets look just in case then,”

They walked all over the marketplace, checking every stall until they came to the conclusion that there wasn’t anything like it there. Sitting down for a break outside a cafe, Khaled noticed Amenadiel had gotten more and more quiet as they got more and more no’s.

“What happens if we can’t find any..” “Then.. eh..” “Oh.. “

Amenadiel sighed, he hated drinking peoples blood. Not only because it felt every single type of wrong, but because it tended to make him feel sick for days. Khaled was the first one where that had not happened, it had made him sleepy, but not sick.

“If we don’t find anything, you can drink some from me can’t you?” “I can.. I would prefer not to.” “Really?” “Yes, I don’t like drinking from humans.”

His answer surprised him, but he decided to stick by his offer. He didn’t want Amenadiel to starve after all.

“Still better you drink from me, than some random person.”

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#khaled #Amenadiel #a whole new world #now thats out in the open #he really hates drinking human blood #it makes him feel bad #in more ways than one #they did have a lot of fun at the market though

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yukiwrites · 5 years

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The Bud of Love

Thank you for commissioning me again, @soffie101! Here’s the OTP~ I hope you like it! This is a support chain of her OC Golajah and Elise, go take a look at her OC page for more info about him!

Commission info HERE and HERE!

C SUPPORT:

Golajah: …

Elise (no picture, only name): …

Golajah: You know I can see you, right, Princess?

Elise, blushing: W-wha? Even though I’m behind this column and you have your back to me?! Are you actually a mage, Golajah?!

Golajah: There’s more to seeing than just the eyes, you know. So, are you gonna tell me why you were trying to sneak up on me?

Elise: Oh, um, I wanted to give you someth- I mean, I totally just wanted to know you better, yup!

Golajah: … By tip-toeing behind me? Is that your way of starting friendships, Princess?

Elise: B-but it took all I had to just come this close...

Golajah: What was that, Princess? You’re mumbling.

Elise: Elise! Call me Elise, okay? That’s what I wanted to tell you! I’ll call you Golajah, too!

Golajah: You already call me by name, though. But very well, Elise, I’ll humour you, at least for now.

Elise: Heehee, yay! Thanks, Golajah! See you later!

Golajah: Came and went doing whatever she wanted, huh? Well, least she’s cheerful.

*scene cuts to Elise on her own*

Elise, blushing: He called me by my name! Way to go, Elise!

B SUPPORT:

Golajah: Morning, Princess-

Elise: Elise! C’mon, you said you’d call me by my name already!

Golajah: Heh, I was just teasing, Elise. You keep correcting me like that every time; it’s growing on me.

Elise, blushing: … I am?

Golajah: Hm? I didn’t catch that.

Elise: N-nevermind! I called you today ‘cause I wanted to show you the new field of flowers I found behind the castle! C’mon, walk faster!

Golajah: Huh? The one behind the castle is-

Elise: C’moon, hurry!

Golajah: Hey, no need to pull- I’m going, I’m going.

*scene changes*

Elise: Ta-dahh! Isn’t it super pretty? I really like how the flowers are kept in a gradient color: from white to periwinkle to orchid to lilac to purple to violet-

Golajah: Yeah, Elise? The truth is-

Elise: And then they’re all so well taken care of! I can see the person who grew them really, reaaaally loves flowers! Like me! I kinda wanted to give you a few of them earlier, but I think it would be better to show you the real thing instead of just a random bouquet-

Golajah: Elise? Anyone in there?

Elise: -But I never knew how to approach you to randomly give you a few flowers as thanks-

Golajah: Elise!

Elise: Whoa!

Golajah: Haha, calm down, alright? Breathe a bit, I don’t think you took a single breath during all that.

Elise: Fwoooo, breathing in, breathing inn… Hahhh, breathing ouuut. Heehee, I’m sorry, Golajah, I think I got too excited about being here with you- um, about showing you this wonderful place...

Golajah: ...

Elise: H-huh? Is something funny? You’re smiling while looking at me...

Golajah: … No, it’s nothing, Elise. Thanks for showing me this place; for thinking of me when you first saw it.

Elise: Heehee, you’re welcome! I knew you’d like it!

Golajah: Do you want to enjoy that shade over there? It’s a great place to just chill under.

Elise: Eeek! (Oh gods, since when am I holding his hand? He’s pulling me!) S-sure! Lead the way!

Golajah, smiling: Watch your step.

A SUPPORT:

Elise, alone: Today’s the day, Elise. You’ll thank him for saving you and then ask to spend more time together! I know we’ve been hanging out a lot more lately, especially at the hidden garden… O-our, hee-hee, our hidden garden, but still!

Elise: Oh? He’s already there! Heeey, Golajah- Huh?

Golajah: (Oh, snap. She caught me.) H-hi there, Elise. You’re early today, huh? Great day today, yeah?

Elise: Golajah, you’re- you’re tending to the flowers… Was this your garden all along?

Golajah: Mine, MINE? Well, I guess I take care of it, but the property is still your brother’s, so, yeah; it’s not really mine, per se-

Elise, blushing: And I BROUGHT you here and boasted about everything! I thought I was being so clever! *sniffle* I-I’m sorry for showing you something you already knew of- idiot Elise! Idiot, idiot!

Golajah: H-hey there, Elise, it’s fine, really! Don’t bonk your own head like that.

Elise: Y-you’re holding my hands-

Golajah, blushing: Well, someone’s gotta, lest you knock yourself out or something.

Elise: M-hm… I’m sorry for all of that, really. Um- since I’m already apologizing, I’m gonna go and thank you for saving me even though I didn’t actually give you anything as I had planned. *sighs* My plan was so good, too...

Golajah: Saving you? When was that?

Elise, distressed: Haha… Figured you wouldn’t remember. But it’s fine, ‘cause I do! And I’ll never forget! Thank you so, so, so much for saving me when I was a little girl. If that cart had hit me, I probably wouldn’t...

Golajah: I didn’t think you had such strength in your hands, Princess, you’re squeezing me! (But they’re still soft and gentle, like you are.) I have a faint memory of saving a little girl back in the underground city, but I didn’t imagine it was you! What a small world.

Golajah: You didn’t need to hold out on that ‘thanks’ for so long, though. I just did what anyone else would.

Elise: But you’re not anyone else! You’re Golajah-- and you saved me! So, um, thank you again, really. I really wanted to give you something in return, but I guess I’ll have to keep looking, huh?

Golajah: Hah, maybe you needn’t look so hard. You’ve already given me so much, Elise.

Elise, blushing: Now you’re just saying it.

S SUPPORT:

Golajah: … And then I went to an underground broker and sold it all off! Hah, the LOOK on her face after she realized she had nothing left...

Elise: Wow! I had no idea so much had happened while I was a kid!

Golajah: Well, you still ARE a kid, I suppose. But are you sure you wanna hear this stuff? Some of it is really bloody.

Elise: Hey, I’m almost of age! Not a kid!

Golajah: Hah, yeah, say that to your lil’ pout.

Elise: Muuh! You’ve been teasing me too much lately! I can’t even tell if you’re serious or not...

Golajah: Honestly, I’m as surprised as you are -- being with you had that effect on me, I suppose. You’re just such a bundle of sunshine in this dark life I’ve led, I just-

Elise: … Just?

Golajah, blushing: …

Golajah: You know, you still haven’t replied: are you sure you wanna hear about this bloody stuff?

Elise: Hey, you didn’t finish what you were saying!

Golajah: Well?

Elise: *sighs* Yeah, I need to know my own family’s history, as much as I know it’s gonna hurt me. I wanna support my brothers and sisters as much as I can, but to do that, I gotta know what they went through so I can help them better. I can’t do much in battle, but if I can just BE THERE for them, you know? Make them laugh and forget their worries for a bit… Though I think I can’t do that with Xander...

Golajah: I’m sure you can brighten their lives just by being there, Elise. Like you did with mine.

Elise, blushing: Golajah...

Golajah: You’ll do just fine by being who you are.

Elise: But you’ll still tell me, right? I don’t want to be the only one left in the dark.

Golajah: Sure, yeah, I’ll tell you; you have the right to know, and wanting to is admirable from your part.

Elise: …

Elise: You know, if you keep praising me like that, I’m gonna get my hopes up.

Golajah, blushing: Hopes? Whatever do you mean?

Elise, blushing: Aw, c’mon! I’m anything but subtle, right? You know I love you by now, right? I’ve loved you from so long ago… I even called you my ‘knight in shining armor’ when I was younger.

Golajah: Hah, me? A knight? That’s a little girl’s mind for you!

Elise: But I’m not a child anymore, Golajah! I can get married now, and I don’t want to marry anyone but you-

Golajah: Hahaha!

Elise: Y-you’re laughing?!

Golajah: S-sorry, Princess, I’m surprised too-- I didn’t think I’d be this happy with such an outrageous proposal!

Elise: Happy?! T-then-

Golajah: But you’re still too young for me, so hold that thought for now, yeah? You’re someone worth waiting for, after all, so...

Elise: M-my hand...

Golajah: For now, let’s keep it at this.

Elise: R-really? You’ll wait for me?

Golajah: Yup. Don’t make me say it twice, though.

Elise: I love you, Golajah!

Golajah: Whoa! Easy on the hug there- heh, but I- I love you too, Elise...

Elise: I didn’t hear! Say it again!!

Golajah: No way! You’ll have to work for it, Princess.

#fire emblem fates #elise #fanfic commissions #fatesona #ik he's not one but this is my general tag for fates ocs bear with me #my writings #yuki's commissions

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ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes · 6 years

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Jasminum Sambac

Summary: Jasmine owns a floral shop in New York City. Sebastian Stan enters her shop to get a mother’s day gift. But he continues coming in and purchasing bouquets for a reason unknown to Jasmine.

Warnings:

It was an unseasonably cold and rainy morning in May when the door to Jasmine’s store opened. The soft bell above it jingled happily.

She was cleaning up a little since the floral store was empty at the current moment he walked in. She glanced up and was happy to see him walking in. Not only because he was undeniably gorgeous, but also because she felt she could be more creative when it came to guys. Most men didn’t know what they were looking for so she could make suggestions and make something unique but beautiful.

“Hi there.” She greeted. A usually shy person, Jasmine had to put on her best face for customers.

“Hey.” His smile was a warm contrast to the dreary, cold day outside. His eyes glanced around the shop as he walked over to the counter.

“How can I help you?” Jasmine reached behind her to tighten the apron around her waist.

“I’m looking for a mother’s day gift. But I never know what to get her. She doesn’t seem pretty picky when it comes to flowers so…” He shrugged and laughed sheepishly. “I guess you can do whatever.”

“Well, at least you’re not giving me a long list of requirements. It’s easier when I’m given a free rein.” She picked up on his laid back but genuine energy. “I like doing yellow for mother’s day. I don’t know why I associate yellow with it but it seems like a nice color.” Jasmine walked around the counter, searching the story for that perfect match. “Maybe yellow roses with some white daisies or white lilies?” She offered

The man tried to look like he was really considering the options. But really he didn’t see much of a difference. “Whatever you think, those sound like good options to me.”

“Alright, let me wrap these up and show you how it looks.” Jasmine gathered some flowers and went to create a bouquet.

“Do you own the shop?” The handsome stranger lingered around the counter.

“I do. I worked here for years so when the original owner retired I bought the business from her.” She explained as she carefully trimmed the stems and wrapped the flowers up in tissue paper, finishing it off with some twine and yellow ribbon.

“You must do well, this is a pretty good spot.”

“Yeah, I mean we do better during holidays but there’s always a wedding or funeral that needs to be filled with flowers.” Jasmine walked over with the bouquet. “How’s that?”

“Wow, looks pretty good to me.” He smiled and pulled out his wallet to pay. “So as long as people are getting hitched and dying, you’re in business for good.”

She laughed as she rang up the order. “And having children and getting sick or breaking a bone.” She added.

“Man, what is Valentines Day like for you?” He asked.

“Well, it’s one of my busiest weeks. I honestly haven’t celebrated it in a long time.” She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“That’s a shame.”

“It pays the bills.” She shrugged and smiled. “Well, I hope your mom enjoys.” She carefully handed him the bouquet.

“I’m sure she will…sorry I didn’t catch your name.”

“Jasmine.”

“I’m Sebastian.” He shook her hand. “Wait…Jasmine is a flower isn’t it?”

Her cheeks turned red. “Yeah, I guess it’s fitting, huh?”

“Well, I mean it’s not super obvious like Rose or Daisy I guess.”

“Guess it could’ve been less subtle.” She agreed.

“Yeah.” He waited for a breath, looking at her with a dazed smile. “So, uh…” He cleared his throat when he realized he was staring. “Yeah, thanks again and I’ll probably see you again sometime.”

“Thanks, have a good one.”

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He returned when the weather started to get warmer. Jasmine was ringing up a customer when she heard the bell ring. She glanced up and was surprised to see Sebastian walking in. He walked around the shop with his hands in his pockets, pretending to be interested in a succulent arrangement.

As she finished up and the customer left, he wandered over to the counter.

She smiled. “Sebastian, right?”

“Yeah, you’re good at faces.” He beamed when she remembered him.

“It’s good to have regulars. What can I do for you?” There weren’t any upcoming holidays. Father’s day wasn’t really a flower holiday. So she assumed it was for a significant other. She found it unlikely that a man like Sebastian was single.

“Uh…” It seemed like he was about to say something but changed his mind. “Red roses? Would you just do like a bouquet of them or would you add something else to it?”

“I usually do. People usually do baby’s breath, small white flowers. But you could do white hydrangeas with them too.” She offered.

“Sure, I trust your judgment, you’re the expert.”

Jasmine smiled and got to work. “How did your mom like the bouquet?” She wondered.

“She loved it. I’m sure she’ll use you in the future for flowers.”

“That’s good to hear, thanks for getting me some business.”

“No problem.” He chuckled. “How’s the flower game?”

“Alright. A little quieter but at least it’s warmer out. People are a little happier and want to buy flowers.”

He nodded as she walked back over with the bouquet.

“Special occasion?” She wondered as she rang up the order.

“Not really…just because I guess.”

“Well, it was good to see you.”

“Yeah, you too.”

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Sebastian continued coming back through the summer.

A sunflower bouquet with a speckle of daisies.

Pink roses and lilies.

Orchids and peonies.

Iris and tulips.

And a multicolored carnation arrangement.

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Whoever was this man’s girlfriend was, she was extremely lucky. That’s what Jasmine always thought when she saw him walk through the door. It didn’t help that she adored seeing him. His stunning smile, the playfulness in his eyes, his blunt humor, and infectious laugh.

August arrived and Sebastian came in again. A week had hardly past since he’d been in last.

“Already back?” Jasmine smiled.

He chuckled sheepishly. “I’m not here for flowers actually.”

“I have cactuses that just came in.” She tilted her head to the side.

“That sounds intriguing, I kind of want one for my apartment. But I was actually coming to ask you to dinner.”

Jasmine’s eyes widened in surprise. “I’m sure your girlfriend wouldn’t appreciate that.” She wasn’t about to become this man’s side chick.

“I don’t have a girlfriend.” He shook his head.

Jasmine’s mind came to a grinding halt. “Did you…break up?”

“What? No, I’ve been single all year.”

She put her hands on the counter and stared at him. “Then who have you been buying flowers for all this time? I was pretty sure you had a girlfriend.”

“Well…for me I guess. I mean, I didn’t want them. Not that they aren’t great! I like them a lot. It’s just my apartment is starting to smell like a funeral home because they’re going through a slow death. I don’t really know what I’m doing wrong. I put them in water. I actually had to get a few vases because I ran out of ones to hold them all. But they’re just wilting and…I’m rambling.” His face turned red.

“So…” She couldn’t keep up with his confusing train of thought.

“So, I’ve been buying flowers because I kept chickening out when I came here to ask you on a date.” He finally explained.

“You spent like three hundred dollars on flowers because you wanted to ask me out?” Jasmine laughed out of pure disbelief.

“Yeah, I honestly had no idea flowers could be so expensive. I mean, they’re worth it because you do a good job but honestly…yikes, I can’t stop rambling in front of you. I’m usually not this tongue-tied.”

She couldn’t believe what was happening in front of her. “That’s okay, it’s kind of cute. You don’t seem like the kind of guy who would get so flustered in front of a woman.”

That didn’t help his uncontrollable blushing. “I really don’t. You’re just really cool and I like you a lot.”

“I like you a lot too.” She replied softly. Fireworks were going off. He wasn’t dating anyone, she actually had a chance with him.

“When do you close up?” He asked.

“Six.”

“Can I come by and pick you up for dinner?” He wondered.

“I’m not really dressed.” She looked down at her t-shirt and jeans under her apron.

“That’s fine, we don’t need to go anywhere fancy.” He assured her.

“Okay.” She was a little breathless. Was this real or was she having a hyper-realistic dream?

He smiled. “I’ll see you at six.”

“Can’t wait.”

(Ending)

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#Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan fic #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan rpf #rpf #marvel rpf #marvel fanfiction #Marvel actor rpf #marvel actor fanfiction #fanfiction #marvel #actor rpf #actor fanfiction #sebastian stan x ofc #one shot #flowers #florist

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formallyfreya · 6 years

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Hidge Week Day 7: Free Day

[[I ended up doing a Flowershop/Tattoo Parlor AU! Thank you kindly for the suggestion @proxypunch]]

**(It’s a little longer so it’s under a cut again)**

The flower shop is slow going today. No major holidays or weddings scheduled. Means that Hunk spends most of his time wandering about the store, reorganizing plants and stacking pots. Recently he’s moved the potting desk over towards the window so he can at least have a view as he works.

Cars passing, couples walking arm in arm, delivery boys on their bikes with a box of pizza precariously balanced on their handlebars. It’s a nice day and if the tree out front of the store is any indication, there’s a nice breeze too. Might not be a bad idea to prop the door open and sweep off the entry. He’s about to when she walks out of the tattoo parlor across the street.

He’s seen her a couple of times while out sweeping. Pretty girl, short and thin with haircut and styled with a bit of flip to it. Thick glasses and expressive eyebrows. Always in tank tops and khaki shorts with a flannel shirt tied around her waist. Shows off the numerous tattoos on her body.

A full sleeve on one arm and a half sleeve on the other. Her calf on one leg is covered to the knee with a small tat over her ankle on the other. The sleeve over her arm extends over to her chest and collarbone too. Hunk’s never seen them up close enough to know what they’re of but he imagines they’re nice.

She often leaves around noon to hit the hot dog stand at the corner. By the time she walks back she’s usually put away two chili dogs and a soda. Then she steps back into the parlor for her next client. She always seems to be busy with clients. He expects that she’s heading to lunch now but she’s crossing the street. Which is a little weird. There are no food places on this side. Just flowers, laundry, and a clothes shop.

She stops in front of the family flower shop, eyes the hours, and then tentatively peeks her head inside.

“Hello? Anyone here?” she asks. Hunk steps over to the door while wiping potting soil off his hands onto his apron.

“Welcome to The Garrett Family Greenhouse,” Hunk says and she enters the rest of the way. “Can I help you find something?”

She’s even prettier up close. The sleeve tattoo is nothing but microchips and wires and metal making her arm look a like it belongs to a cyborg. The part that extends over her chest shows a gear in the shape of a heart. Very futuristic.

“Yeah, this is a long shot but, do you have a…” she opens a small sketchbook the size of journal. “...a butterfly jasmine orchid?”

“Oh wow, uh, that’s...very specific,” Hunk nods and gestures out a single pointing finger. “Actually! Just a second!”

Hunk goes into the back and into the miniature hothouses. What a coincidence that she’d want one of these. The only reason he has one in the first place is because his friend needed one as the centerpiece in a wedding arrangement. He just so happens to have one left.

“Will this be all?” he asks as he brings the flower to the register.

“Yeah,” she nods as she pulls out her wallet and slaps down a debit card.

While ringing her up he can’t help but notice the way she’s dissecting the the flower with her eyes. Breaking it down with a slight purse to her lips. He hands her the receipt and she reaches for the plant.

“Glad it’s going to a good home. What kind of hothouse do you have?” he asks with a smile. She looks a little confused as she raises a brow. “The best temperature to house those at is about 80 degrees fahrenheit and a 60% humidity. Full sun is best. Oh! You know what? We have some potting soil that’s great for orchids. Whenever it gets too big and you want to repot it let me know, I can even do it for you if you’re worried about it getting damaged in the transfer.”

She seems a little uncertain and hesitant to take the plant from the counter now.

“You...really care about these plants, huh?” she asks.

“Well, sure. They’re living things,” he says with a soft smile. “Like people, they need great care to flourish.”

Now she looks just downright guilty, like she hadn’t considered keeping the flower long enough for it get properly potted, let alone flourish. Her hands retract from the plant as she nibbles on her lip.

“I...don’t have a hothouse,” she admits.

“Oh.”

“Honestly, I just wanted it to help finalize a tattoo design for a client,” she says with a sheepish smile but it goes a little somber as she rubs her arm. “I don’t exactly have room at the shop or home to build a hothouse for it. And now...I’d hate to see it wilt and die--”

“Tell you what,” Hunk interrupts. “Anytime you need a flower for inspiration, you can come over and draw one. No charge.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Hunk smile, a little flush coming to his cheeks at her worry melting. “That way you don’t have to spend money and the plants stay healthy. And you still get your designs finalized.”

“Hmmm,” she smiles, pinching her chin with a smirk. “That does sound optimal.”

“But I’ve already taken your money--oh! Hold on a second,” he says and crosses the store.

She loses him for a moment in the foliage. He hums and moves a few things around. When she leans to try and locate him she finds him reaching up to a hanging plant. He pulls it down and brings it to the front.

A large hanging plant with heart shaped leaves on it’s long vines streaming down.

“Take this,” he insists. “It’s a pothos.”

“It’s bigger than the orchid,” she says.

“You have a good open spot at the window at your parlor,” Hunk tells her. “Just install a hook and it’ll do well hanging there out of the way.”

“What if I kill it?” she asks still a little uncertain.

“You won’t, it’s easy to care for. Leave it in the sun. Water it once a week. That’s it,” Hunk insists. “It’ll even purify the air you breathe in return.”

She pauses to think as Hunk pushes the plant to the edge of the register.

“Sound good? Ms…?”

“My friends call me Pidge,” she says with a smirk. She offers her hand to him which he shakes. “And you’re uh…?

“Hunk,” he tells her and she erupts with snorts and giggles. It’s gotta be about the cutest sound he’s ever heard, even if she is laughing at his name.

“I can’t believe it!” she snorts again. “He was telling the truth! Your name actually is Hunk! One of my clients--he told me it was but I thought he was pulling my leg. Thought he just called you that because you’re--”

“A hunk?” Hunk laughs.

“Yeah,” she laughs and bites her lip a little again as her cheeks flush pink, like the new posies he got in. They’d compliment them perfectly. “Thanks for the plant, Hunk,” she tells him as she takes the pot in hand.

“N-No problem,” he stammers with a smile, finally coming back to earth. “Come by anytime you want to draw some flowers. I’ll pick out some doozies.”

“Are those some kind of off-brand of daisies?” she asks with a furrowed brow.

“You’ll have to come back to find out,” he says with his best charming smile. Seems to work because she flushes anew with a shy smile and takes off with her new plant.

In the days to come things change around the shop. Every Thursday Pidge waters the pothos in the tattoo parlor window and comes visiting with Hunk in his shop. She draws out flowers, vines, and cacti while Hunk chats with her about them all. She even brings lunch for them to share.

And then one day after being gone for a week, she returns to Hunk’s shop first thing. To show off her new sleeve. Growing all over her arm arm a number of lush succulents, vibrant flowers, and flavorful herbs. All the ones he went on and on about and she came to love.

But at the very top of her shoulder sprouts her favorite, a long beautiful vine that travels throughout the rest of them and down her arms. The same plant she has still in her parlor window. One with sweet heart-shaped leaves.

#hidgeweek2018 #hidge #hunk #pidge #voltron legendary defender #flower shop au #tattoo parlor au #I've never written one of there before #I've done a coffee shop Klance but never a flowershop or tattoo parlor #I hope you guys like it #I had a lot of fun with hidgeweek #I'd love to do another prompt week sometime #especially a voltron one so @ me if you find one

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miraculousmumma · 6 years

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Designs on You - Chapter Two - The Waistcoat

Characters: Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug, Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe, all of the class really, Tom Dupain, Sabine Cheng, Nadja Chamack, Gabriel Agreste, Nathalie Sancoer

Pairings: Adrien/Marinette, Chat Noir/Marinette

Warnings: A little angst, a little fluff, a little swearing, a little kissing, an orchid

Word Count: 25,825 (17 chapters)

Summary: When Chat Noir comes across Marinette sitting alone in the park sketching late at night, he offers to see her home safely. What starts as a simple conversation between them quickly develops into something more that leaves both sides of their personas confused about their feelings.

Marinette finished her designs good and early. She couldn’t tell Chat, but it had been inspired by Adrien, son of the great designer Gabriel Agreste. He had come into school wearing a jacket from his father’s latest line, and while she knew it had to be ridiculously expensive, the highest quality, there was just something about it that wasn’t…Adrien. It seemed muted, nothing like the usual bright colours he wore, apart from his t-shirt, but even that was set off by coloured accents across the front. The jacket was just…drab, compared to how bright the boy himself was. He was like pure sunshine, bringing light to the darkest day. She didn’t copy the design, far from it, instead it inspired to make a jacket that reminded her of him, smart and bright, in more ways than one.

She spent a good hour pulling out material, hoping she had enough of the one she wanted, however she realised even if she was careful she wouldn’t, and she ended up forgoing the sleeves and changing it to a waistcoat. It would still work, and if she ever managed to buy enough material another time she could still make the jacket and even pants to turn it into a full three piece suit. Not that she would ever show it to Adrien. Maybe one day she would feel brave enough to give it to him as a gift, but not now, and knowing her luck by the time she was brave enough he would have outgrown it. As it was she was guesstimating his measurements.

She had sewn the basic design together by lunchtime, then began on the lining. She was sure she would be finished by nightfall, even just carrying on at a leisurely pace, and if Chat did happen to call by, not that she thought he would, then she would have something to show him.

Her parents made her break for a decent meal in the evening, but they let her take dessert to her room, where it sat beside her computer while she stitched on buttons, humming to the latest Jagged Stone album playing. She had to admit she was surprised when she heard footfalls on the roof above her, and she swivelled her chair to look at the open hatch expectantly. Sure enough, a moment later a mop of blond hair appeared, followed by green eyes, Chat grinning as he peered at her upside down.

‘Oh fair princess, your knight is here!’

She shook her head but smiled anyway. ‘Come on in, Chat.’

‘Thank you.’ He hooked his hands over the edge and lowered himself elegantly beside her bed before trotting down the steps to look at her as she tied off the cotton on the last button. ‘Is that it?’

‘Kind of.’ She cut the cotton and straightened the garment. ‘I had to make a few changes, as I didn’t quite have enough material, but,’ she held up the finished waistcoat, ‘this is it.’

Chat just stared at it for a moment. It was a simple piece, but she had obviously spent a lot of time and love on it, the lining matching the back panel, which held tags and a sliding buckle. The main material was pale grey, but the lining and back were yellow, neither garish nor too pale, but very trendy and a colour he loved. The buttons matched too, and it wouldn’t look out of place in one of his father’s collections. ‘Wow, it’s…it’s amazing!’ He touched it with his fingers, admiring the fine craftsmanship while appreciating the time and effort she had put in.

‘It’s not quite what I wanted, but if I ever get more material I could make it into a three piece suit.’

‘This would go great even over a t-shirt with jeans though. Can I try it on?’

Marinette looked at him in surprise. ‘You want to…?’

‘Over my suit, if you don’t mind?’

‘No, I mean sure, I don’t mind.’ She stammered. She hadn’t thought anyone would ever see this, let alone it be worn by her partner of all people, but she guessed it was better than it never being worn. She held it out for him to slip his arms into. ‘I had to guess the size, but I’d say you’re about the same as Adrien anyway.’

Chat had turned and put his arms through the sleeves before what she said sank in. ‘Wait, Adrien?’

‘Uh huh.’ She nodded, turning him by the shoulders and fastening the buttons. ‘Adrien Agreste.’

‘Me, I mean the model, Adrien Agreste?’ He stared at her as she grabbed a small swatch of fabric from the desk and folded it carefully.

‘He’s the only Adrien Agreste I know.’ She smiled to herself, her cheeks flushing, as she tucked the material in his breast pocket as a matching handkerchief. ‘I designed it for him, not that I’ll ever let him know that.’ She wrapped her hands around his bicep and pulled him to stand in front of the mirror, straightening a hem at his waist and dusting the shoulders. ‘It hasn’t been pressed yet, I need to get a few creases out, but otherwise, I think it’s there.’ She peered over his shoulder, just able to see their reflection. ‘What do you think?’

‘I think…uh…I think it’s the cat’s meow!’ He said rapidly, realising he had to say something. ‘But if you made it for that model kid why aren’t you going to give it to him?’

Marinette scoffed and walked away, putting her cotton away in its box. ‘Yeah, because I’m going to walk up to Adrien Agreste and say; “hey, I made you this waistcoat. Hope you like it.”’

‘Maybe you should.’

‘I can’t even string a coherent sentence together when I’m near him, let alone give him a gift. But that’s a whole other story.’ She muttered the last.

Chat turned and gave her a curious look. ‘You don’t seem to have a problem talking to me.’

‘You’re different, you’re…you’re Chat Noir.’ She turned and rested her rear against her desk.

‘So it’s not boys you have a problem with, it’s this one particular boy?’ Chat suddenly realised what a good opportunity this was, for him to plead ignorance and try to get to the bottom of why she could laugh and joke with Nino but not him. He liked Marinette, he considered her a friend, but he’d like her to at least be comfortable around him.

‘You came here to look at my design, not to discuss my…’ She shook her head dismissively. ‘Never mind.’

‘C’mon, princess.’ He all but purred. ‘If you can’t trust a superhero with your secrets, who can you trust?’

‘I don’t know you well enough to confide in you.’ She folded her arms over her chest, her face set with determination.

‘Well, I’ll have to change that then, won’t I?’ He smirked. ‘What will you do with the waistcoat otherwise?’

‘Same as I’ve done every other time.’ Marinette went to her closet and opened the door. ‘Like this shirt.’ She pulled out a short sleeved shirt, similar to the one Adrien himself wore regularly, but the pocket had a carefully hand embroidered cat mech from Ultimate Mecha Strike III, and Adrien remembered when they had played together in preparation for the tournament. Had she wanted to give it to him then, but had backed down after putting in all this hard work? Then she turned it, and he saw she had also embroidered the back with “Team Collège François Dupont”. Maybe she had a matching one for herself, but he wished he had known. ‘Or this.’ The next thing she pulled out was from a shelf, and a matching pair in something he recognised. ‘Hat and gloves to match the scarf he seems to love so much.’ She thrust it into his arms with the shirt, and he looked down at the familiar blue woollen items. ‘What about a shirt of the Jagged Stone album cover I designed. I got Jagged himself to sign it, but I couldn’t give it to him even after he asked me to sign his album cover.’ She rested a gift box on top of the pile Chat was holding, a pretty card stating it was indeed to Adrien, from Marinette. ‘At least I signed that one, even if he never did get it.’

‘Signed that one?’ He managed to garble, really not taking in what she was trying to get across.

Marinette paused, realising what she was doing. She really didn’t know Chat well enough as a civilian to be pouring her heart out to him, and she realised how awkward this must have been for him, having a random citizen he had only spoken to a handful of times suddenly do this and she huffed out a breath. ‘It doesn’t matter.’ She smiled bravely, taking the items back from Chat and putting them away again. ‘I’ve wasted too much of your time already, but if you like the waistcoat, keep it.’

‘You should give it to that model.’ He said, carefully unbuttoning it so as not to catch it with his claws. ‘I think he’d appurr-eciate the effort you put into it, and that you thought of him enough to make something for him.’

Marinette shook her head. ‘I can’t.’

‘Can’t or won’t?’ Chat quirked an eyebrow, his mask moving with it.

‘Both.’ She took it from him and draped it over her mannequin. ‘Thanks for letting me see it on a live model though.’

‘Any time, princess.’ He posed for her. ‘I’m not a bad model myself, so if you ever need help, just give me a cat-call.’

She couldn’t help but smile, despite the pun, appreciating him having listened, and not pushed for more information. ‘I will, thanks, and for listening too. I didn’t mean to take up this much of your time.’

‘Time spent with a beautiful girl is never wasted.’ He said nonchalantly, wishing Marinette would have told him more about why she couldn’t give him what was probably one of the most beautiful things anyone had ever made for him. ‘But please, think about giving it to him? Even if you say you made it and realised it was about his size and you didn’t want it to go to waste.’

‘If I could say that it would be a miracle, but I’ll think about it.’ She turned and moved a few things around, spotting her dessert on the counter. ‘Hey, want to split my dessert as a thank you?’ She turned with the individual raspberry pavlova in her hand, and his eyes lit up. ‘It was freshly made today, cream, raspberries, meringue.’ He was suddenly right in her face, grinning.

‘You had me at dessert.’

She laughed. ‘Come on then, kitty cat. Let’s sit down.’ She led him to her chaise, where they sat and took alternate bites, but after just three Marinette pushed the plate towards him. He was enjoying it so much she didn’t have the heart to keep it from him. While he ate politely, he definitely devoured it, enjoying every morsel, giving a satisfied groan at the end.

‘That was amazing!’ He sighed, flopping back in the cushions.

‘Plenty more where that came from.’ Marinette picked up the plate and put it on her dresser by the hatch to the living area.

‘Really?’ He looked at her hopefully.

‘Another time, minou.’ She sighed. ‘It’s late, and I’ve had a busy day of sewing and Adrien angst.’

Chat got to his feet, casting one last glance over the waistcoat. ‘I will bid you goodnight, princess.’ He scooped up her hand and kissed her knuckles as he bowed. ‘But,’ he paused as he went for the steps to her bed and hatch, ‘may I return, for more dessert?’

‘Whenever you want.’ She smiled softly, and with a nod he was gone.

Marinette shook her head as she got ready for bed, amused by how different Chat was with her as Marinette. Perhaps it was the whole unrequited love thing that made him a flirty fool with Ladybug. Certainly he had been flirty with Marinette, but he had also been genuinely interested in her designs and her boy problems. No, not problems, problem, singular. Adrien. Her eyes went to the waistcoat again and she wondered if she was brave enough to do as Chat suggested.

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RQ OUaT FF | OGA: Ch. 5

Chapter 5 – A Chilling Report

After actually cleaning up in the shower like they were supposed to instead of carousing like newlyweds, Regina and Red prepare for the rest of their day. Since they are already late to court, Regina throws on a black satin slip then meanders over to one of her three wardrobes. She takes her time perusing her vast collection of dresses, deliberately fingering the fabric of each exquisite item until she comes across the one that catches her appraising eye. Pulling it out reverently, she studies it for a moment before gliding over barefoot to the body length mirror to admire it against her figure.

Sporting a collar adorned with long, inky raven feathers, the long-sleeved black and maroon garment with enormous frilly lace cuffs dotted with diamonds, some large enough to be set in a crown and some small enough to be fit for earrings. Silver and gold filigree piping accents the plunging jewel neckline, innumerable diamonds of various sizes attached all along the ornately shapes of the ornamentation which actually stretches past the end of the bodice. The skirts are accented a wide, flaring strip of ruffled raven feathers all the way down to the hem. It's an ostentatious number to be sure, but one of Regina's favorites.

"I love that dress. It's the one you wore the night you proposed," Red says, eyeing said garment – and Regina – wistfully from her perch on the corner of their bed.

Covered only by her thinner, less modest crimson slip, Red drapes a shapely leg over her knee and leans her weight on one arm, causing the hem to ride up high enough to reveal a hint of her underwear. Regina swears under her breath, fingers itching to delve underneath the fabric and dip into the fertile field so tragically concealed by silk and lace. The woman really is a shameless tease who enjoys taking advantage of the effect her womanly wiles produce in Regina. Thankfully the movement is clearly innocuous, as Red's expression betrays her submersion within the effervescent haze of a memory that is forever etched in both of their minds.

"You had your hair up in this high windswept bun and were wearing these tear-drop shaped earrings with onyx settings," Red goes on, her voice light and breezy, full of the wonderful magic of that most special night that comes to life with every passing word and second. "There was a bejeweled talon ring on your left index finger. And I'd never seen such a fancy necklace like the one that goes with that dress, either. The way it dipped into your cleavage..." she trails off, blushing alluringly, "Wow. To say I was awestruck doesn't begin to cover it, especially not when you were looking at me like I was your whole world, like you loved me beyond your own ability to comprehend it. I'd never felt so loved, so appreciated and cherished and desired. I was ready to fight the world for you before, but that night I realized I was ready to die for you."

Regina has heard all of this before, of course, though it never hurts to hear it again. It's nice to be reminded from time to time that the gamble she took that night has paid off in such spectacular fashion.

Having decided she would endure no more calls for her to abandon Red in favor of a suitable husband to further the kingdom's interest, the only natural course of action remaining was for her to elevate Red from the Queen's consort to her co-ruler. It was a risky move that flew in the face of powerful people who already did not particularly care for her, many of whom would be all too happy to see her dethroned or dead. deeply unpopular amongst the nobles, it accomplished Regina's ends just fine. Not only did all calls for her to but she got to make an honest woman out of the love of her life.

Knowing the night she proposed was to be momentous for them both, Regina pulled out all the stops. She spared no expense in arranging the exotic ingredients for their dinner to be imported from Chansiréne, a coastal town many leagues to the south. The seafood dish features something the local inhabitants of that realm refer to as lobster mornay under a bed of rice baked in a mix of onion soup and consommé, preceded by mussel and saffron soup, and is capped off by a rich chocolate mousse topped with sugary whipped cream. The meal became Red's favorite the first time she sampled it at a gala they were invited to while visiting Prince Eric and Princess Ariel shortly after the birth of their daughter Melody. With Red, Regina quickly discovered the old saying that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach is also only applicable women, especially when they are werewolves that require twice the caloric intake of a normal human female – and even more during Wolf's Time.

The royal dining hall was cleared out of all décor for the occasion save for the banner boasting the old family crest, the rearing stallion and dashing cavalier. The grand table large enough to host a party of fifty was disassembled and moved so a smaller, more intimate one could be brought in that seated only two. A lush red orchid was procured to decorate the table, again Red's favorite, and the best china and silverware in the castle was brought out. With much room to spare due to the lack of the grand table, a bevy of musicians were hired to keep up a constant stream of romantic music, all the most accomplished upon their instrument, featuring two violinists, a cellist, a flutist, and a guitarist from the realm of Xavier from whence Regina hailed. A recently developed instrument was debuted in the castle that night as well, the piano, a gorgeous piece of craftsmanship invented some years before in Drakkenhall – King Stefan's realm – and which only just caught on in Misthaven. New candelabras were ordered for the occasion with wolf's head cups, howling maws fashioned to hold the lavender scented candles Red prefers, and she had red orchid petals strewn about the floor as if the litter of their cozy stone forest with no trees and a canopy of thick cedar braces and rosewood paneling.

Regina can remember the moment Red walked in, arrayed in the dress Regina had requested her to wear that she instructed her personal designer to make just for that night. It was a slightly more sleek dress than Regina's, also brocade dyed, though instead of maroon accents upon a black background the colors were reversed and the designs deliberately depicting the branches of an apple tree whose fruit was shaped as a crescent moon. It had a unique neckline sewn to also resemble a crescent moon, though it was lacked the gaudy ornamentation as Red prefers simpler garments. All of her jewelry, the wolfshead necklace with burning red eyes and moon-shaped earrings, were gold and set with ruby gemstones, as Red cannot abide silver touching her skin due to her genetic condition. Meanwhile her hair was left down, curls tumbling over her shoulder and splaying down her back all the way to the small, a golden floral headband wound into the thick strands at her crown. Taken as a whole, she was a vision from the otherworld, an ethereal being wrapped in flesh whose skin was flush with joy and whose eyes danced with unfathomable devotion. Regina has only ever seen a more beautiful sight once, on their wedding day, when Red walked down the aisle in her wedding gown clinging to her grandmother's arm.

"You know I feel the same, darling," Regina says, reaching back for Red's hand, needing to feel their skin touch with undeniable fervency. When they join together, Red having slid off the bed, she tugs her wife over to the mirror. "For whatever reason I'm feeling nostalgic right now, not that it's a bad thing. That was a night I'll never forget."

Red bumps her hip, smiling at her. "Me either. I know why you're all sentimental right, though." When Regina arches a brow, Red's smile spreads into a cheeky grin. "It's 'cause of what happened in the shower a few minutes ago." Regina's amused scoff only makes Red chuckle and bump their hips together again. "C'mon. Admit it. I'm just that good."

A blush colors Regina's cheek, though she plays it off with her typical bluster. "Ha! And who was it that did all the work? I seem to recall it wasn't you..."

"Oh, yeah?" Red interrupts, her own cheeks glowing, "I seem to recall not even needing to touch you to make you cum. So tell me, who's the one with magic, huh? Bet that's a trick not even that old devil who taught you couldn't figure out."

A full body wince corkscrews through Regina at the mention of her old mentor. "Forgetting any thought of associating...him...with what we just did," she says, "I must grant that you have a unique ability to make me see stars that is quite magical indeed. It's why I keep you around, my love."

"Aww, and here I thought it was my rustic charm and pretty face that kept you coming back for more." Red bats her eyes prettily for effect. It works, which isn't all that shocking. Regina is long used to Red getting what she wants with a sly ability manipulate she would never have guessed the outwardly common woman to possess. She has paid dearly for that underestimation over the years. The only silver lining is that it is mostly to her benefit. Red hardly ever asks for anything that is purely selfish.

"Well, those admirable virtues certainly don't hurt your undeniable appeal." Regina adds a lighthearted wink at the end that tickles Red, who giggles in that genuine, cutesy way of hers that is endearing, unlike most other noble ladies who put on airs of a perpetual debutante incapable of achieving emotional or intellectual maturity. "That said," she adds, "best not brandish that charm too much lest we be even later for court than we already are."

The conversational redirect, although abruptly interrupting their enjoyable interplay, was a necessary step to get them back on track for the rest of the day. Sometimes in the heady aftermath of their lovemaking, Red is easily distracted and a chore to keep focused, which means Regina has to do some subtle steering. Such as now, when she would much prefer to loiter in their bedchambers and reminisce about the night she proposed and perhaps have a repeat of their positively volcanic tryst in the shower. Ah, the oft maddening frustrations of being a ruler…

"I'll try to keep it to a minimum then," Red says, amiably accepting the shift in direction. "Any suggestions for me? Or should I just pick out whatever I'm in the mood for?"

Regina taps her chin thoughtfully for a few moments before her mind is drawn once again to the night of her proposal. She snaps her fingers gleefully, eyes alighting.

"Why don't you fetch the dress you wore that night?" she says. "We can both enshroud ourselves in pieces of our history and let the memories bolster us through the coming hours of tedium."

"Ooooh! That's a great idea!" Clapping with delight, she skitters away toward her own wardrobe, throws it open and begins rifling through it to find the correct dress. When she finds it, she pulls it out and sweeps a hand across the fabric, inhales deeply then lets out a slow, dreamy sigh. "Oh goodness, I haven't worn this in so long." Her face then scrunches up, nose crinkling adorably as if she's smelled something rotten all of the sudden. "I wonder if I still fit in it. Gracious me, I bet I've gained fifteen pounds since we got married..."

She most certainly has not gained a single pound and she does still fit in the dress as perfectly as the first time she wore it. Regina deliberately points this out when Red is all buttoned up and looking so beautiful she cannot breathe for several seconds. Seeing Red in that dress dredges up so many emotions, all of the best kind – warmth, happiness, security, hope, a feeling of home that supersedes all other places or people that were formerly with that word, and so much love that her chest can hardly contain it and her heart barely withstand it. And when Red smiles that smile, the one that announces she is feeling all the same things, Regina has to force herself to behave when all she wants is to reenact the epic culmination of that supremely wonderful night.

With much difficulty she limits herself to three kisses before rechecking their dresses to smooth down any remaining wrinkles and making any last minute adjustments to their hair or the pounds of priceless jewelry they are expected to wear at such occasions as Petition Day. And then they are off hand-in-hand toward the throne room to get on with the never-ending business of being monarchs.

For the past four years the first Thursday of each month has been dedicated as the official day the Crown receives petitions. Today happens to be one such Thursday, although Red certainly has made them fashionably late. No matter. It is not the first time, nor will it be the last.

As per tradition, until sunset the royal couple is availed to their subjects so that they may receive complaints in matters either successfully appealed to a higher authority than their local magistrates or too broad in scope to fall under the umbrella of local or regional adjudication. Sometimes Regina defers judgment to Red, who presides alongside her, while sometimes she handles matters herself. In the most critical cases they confer with one another and do not render judgment until a consensus is reached.

No matter who is deciding the outcome of the various cases, the days are invariably long and mentally arduous. By the time they are back in their chambers, weary of mind as of body, Regina is usually rueing her vulnerability to a certain brunette's ridiculously effective appeals. It was Red's fault, after all, she was convinced to reinstitute the monthly event she had canceled upon her ascension to the throne. Previously, she had foisted responsibility to oversee the relevant cases upon the Council of Nobles. The system worked well enough, just not for Red, who had an idealistic view of the monarchy primarily inspired by any number of Snow's sanctimonious sermons about the Crown's accountability to the people. Anyone else's pleading would have been dismissed with prejudice. The thing is, with anyone else Regina did not have to contend with soulful green eyes tugging imploringly at an invisible string tied around her heart and an exaggerated pout accentuating lips that were always begging to be kissed.

"It really isn't fair," she often laments to Iris, their handmaid, "how easily the woman can weaponize a pout." Iris, usually struggling to contain a smile, simply reminds her she wouldn't wish it any other way. Which is true, not that Regina would ever admit to that.

On this particular occasion, there is an endless stream of claimants. They span the broad spectrum of society from nobles with petty squabbles over money and land to commoners whose penchant to be ruled by their passions has landed them into a variety of troubles. Most of the claims are easily handled within a matter of minutes, which leaves Regina to wonder why so many are left unattended by the local authorities.

Perhaps it is time for me to intervene, she tells herself as Red listens sympathetically to a woman's woeful tale. Apparently, her husband absconded to a neighboring kingdom with all of the capital from their business. Along with their most valuable, and much younger, employee. That this was not dealt with in the woman's district is revealing. Her subordinates are getting lazy, she decides, and she won't stand for it.

"I will personally write to Queen Abigail to negotiate the recompense of your lost capital," Red tells the woman, completely composed and in her element.

Red's current conduct is so unlike the uncertain, out-of-depths, skittish young commoner without an inkling about nobility, who for love of a Queen suddenly found herself thrust into the high pressure obligations of a monarch. There was a time she could not have spoken so many words without stammering or her voice being riddled with timidity. Years of practice have erased those hallmarks of what some might refer to as ineptitude, and Regina could not be more proud of the astounding progress that has been made. Red is every bit the graceful ruler she always knew she could be.

"Since taking the reins of rule, she has proven herself to be very reasonable," Red continues addressing the aggrieved woman who is hanging on her every word. "Also, the Queen and I have an excellent rapport with her that I'm sure she will take into account. Now, I cannot force your husband to come home, nor can I compel Queen Abigail to have him put in the stocks for a few days as he clearly deserves. But I can promise to do all I'm able to recoup your livelihood." When the woman nods gratefully, choking back a cry of thanks, Red gives her one of those patented smiles. "In the meantime, you will be extended a usury free loan to keep your business afloat. Should the overtures to Queen Abigail bear fruit, the treasury will simply account the incoming funds as your due repayment. Should they unexpectedly fail, you will be immediately forgiven half the debt and the rest you may pay as you are able over the course of five years. Does that sound fair?"

That question that causes Regina to wince, though she schools her features quickly lest her highly perceptive wife notice. Red is an excellent judge of character and has a keen mind for numbers, but sometimes her benevolent tendencies gets the better of her. She would be better served to care slightly less about what seems fair to those she is judging when said parties have a vested interest in exclusively and aggressively pursuing their own favor. What is fair to the petitioner is nearly always at odds with what is advantageous to the Crown.

But Regina has learned to pick her battles where her wife is concerned. In some areas, Red is as resistant to change as she is. And ultimately, she can't complain too much when Red's compassion offsets her own pragmatism, thus keeping the scales of justice in precarious balance. It's just another example of how well suited they are for one another. In this case, the kingdom just so happens to be the beneficiary.

"Yes, Your Majesty, very fair," the woman says, effusive with gratitude, as she ought to be considering the extraordinary mercy she's been shown. "I swear I won't forget this. Thank you! Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome," Red says, still smiling as she waves for the Chamberlain, who scurries at her beckoning. "Richard! Escort this lovely lady to the Treasury and instruct Ebeneezer to extend her a loan of twenty-five gold pieces, thirty-seven silver, and forty coppers." Eyes sharpening, she leans forward deliberately. "Make certain he understands the credit is to be without interest. If he gives you any lip about it, tell him I know what he did for Bob Crachit's boy and wouldn't mind one bit widely disseminating that little glimpse of his humanity."

"Yes, of course, Your Majesty. Right away," Richard replies, then bows deeply before gesturing toward the doors of the throne room. "Come along, dear. Let's get you sorted out. Shall we?" Still mumbling her thanks, the woman follows the Chamberlain out the door.

Regina chuckles lowly at Red's choice of tactic to handle their treasurer. "Well, well. Blackmail? I didn't know you had it in you."

Red harrumphs. "Serves the old codger right. What he did for Timmy was sweet. I don't see why he's so embarrassed about being kind to a sick kid on Yule. He could stand to do it more often."

"Not too often," Regina says, one corner of her lips twisting up wickedly. "Having an implacable Scrooge for our Treasurer has made us incredibly wealthy."

Red just laughs, shaking her head in exasperation as Regina waves the guard at the door. Obeying the silent command, he goes about granting admission to the next petitioner. While she waits, she relaxes into her throne and adopts an air of irritated boredom. Best to keep things moving along. Her old reputation still has it's uses. If people think she's on edge, they won't be as apt to take their liberties with time or tone.

Expecting another tedious case, she is not at all prepared for the panicked messenger who bursts through the grand double doors with all the delicacy of one of those berserkers from the north on the warpath. The man's face is awash with tension and sweat trickles down the long line of his square jaw. He is limping noticeably, favoring his left leg, while his left arm hangs uselessly at his side.

Regina jerks forward upon her throne and she hears Red gasp upon recognizing the knight as one currently serving in the far reaches of the realm. There is a garrison near the border shared with the realm Snow White and Prince Charming rule that he commands. It is one of the kingdom's most vital outposts. She has not suspected Snow and Charming of being up to no good for some time, but she cannot afford to leave anything to chance where her long-time enemy is concerned. An ounce of prevention and all that.

"Captain Locksley," she says to the faithful soldier. Her tone is strained as she was immediately set on edge by his frightful condition. "I am surprised to see you here seeing as I have not requested your presence. You are not due to give your yearly report for another six weeks. Why, then, have you abandoned your post?"

There are few more dependable men in service to the crown than Robin of Locksley. He is another one of Red's pet projects. A rugged survivalist who once made Sherwood Forest his home, he made an unlikely friend out of Misthaven's new Queen when he attempted to rob her carriage passing through on the way to visit her grandmother and her pals, Snow and Charming. Long had the Prince of Thieves been a nuisance to all three monarchs whose realms trisected the sprawling, labyrinthine forest most sane individuals preferred to avoid.

Bandits and thieves were not the only dangers that lurked in the deep shadows of Sherwood. There were unnatural terrors that made their home in the crevices and hollows of a forest as famous for not allowing light to penetrate its thick canopy as for being the last known location of the missing and presumed dead. Robin and his Merry Men scraped out a living there, what's more, they made it into a home. They were a formidable bunch of miscreants and outlaws. Just not formidable enough to take on a werewolf capable of destroying elite squadrons of highly trained soldiers all by herself. They had thought it a once in a lifetime stroke of luck spotting the Queen's carriage cutting through Sherwood's eastern flank. Red proved them wrong. When she was done, all eight of Robin's men were incapacitated and the legendary bowman himself treed by a wolf so massive even the skulking horrors of Sherwood fled from her in fear.

Of course, being the push over that she is, Red let them all go. She swears to this day Robin persuasively talked himself out of being brought in by offering to take her to their camp where he introduced her to his family and the families of his larcenous entourage. It is the exact same story she used to convince Regina to drop all charges against the exiled nobleman who was forced to flee for his life after his father was murdered and his good name ruined by a corrupt Sheriff who was angling to ingratiate himself to an equally unscrupulous Prince. When Red sets her mind to something, there is no changing it. Championing Robin's cause is proof enough of that. She was relentless in his defense and visited Sherwood often until she eventually wore down Regina's resolve. That Prince John was decidedly furious with her granting Robin and all of his Merry Men sanctuary provided an additional benefit to a decision that she has yet to have cause to regret.

There are few better suited for leadership than Captain Locksley. Before his exile, he had served in the army of his king and been a veteran commander of many battles on foreign soil. His experience with banditry only sharpened an already keen tactical mind and a broad, strong frame built for combat. It is little surprise that Mulan took an instant liking to him and brought him on as her second. Approving Mulan's appointment of him to commander over the strategic outpost nestled against the border with the White Kingdom was a foregone conclusion. Outside of her Commanding General, Captain Locksley is one of her finest soldiers.

Robin is also a good, kind, lionhearted man. He is an excellent father and a loving husband and very good friend to both Regina and Red. Which made discovering his lion tattoo a bit more palatable. Make no mistake, it threw her for a loop for a long time, but when she got over the shock, she realized who they might have been to one another made no difference in the present. When she walked away from the tavern, and him, that day so many years ago, she had made the right choice. Both of them were happier for her cowardice, and far better off. Having come to know Robin personally through Red, she is convinced they are fundamentally incompatible. How Tinker Bell's fairy magic linked them together, she has no idea except to theorize the bungling wasp made yet another mistake. Which is not out of the realm of possibility when Blue thought Tink so incompetent she was stripped of her wings then banished to Neverland of all places. Whatever the case for the mishap, Regina is glad she didn't listen to Tinker Bell. And so is Robin, who agrees wholeheartedly with her dubious assessment of them supposedly being Soul Mates. For him, that is Marian, while for her that is Red. No one can convince either of them otherwise.

Anyway, seeing Robin injured is unsettling enough without him having left his post. Deep in the pit of her stomach, she suspects that whatever brought him here today is about to shake the foundations of her life. She cannot imagine how right she is.

In response to Regina's pointed question, Robin ducks his head as he approaches the dais, kneeling before his Queen like the good soldier that he is, in spite of the pain the action causes. "I have not, my Queen," he replies after raising his head to meet her demanding gaze. His injuries aside, there is something in his tone that she's never heard before, a terror and fury that is reflected in his eyes. When Regina raises a brow at the deflection, he sighs, then proceeds to amend his statement. "I mean to say, Your Majesty, that there is no post left to abandon. The garrison has been burnt to the ground and the regiment slaughtered. I am the last living of seventy-five."

"What?!" she snaps, rising abruptly. Beside her, she feels Red stiffen in horror, and though her wife and fellow Queen remains seated, Red does scoot to the edge of her seat. Gripping the armrest so forcefully it groans out a creak, concern wafts out from her in waves. Regina does not have to glance down to know her wife's expression gives off much the same impression as her posture. "What the hell happened, Captain?" she then demands of her subordinate.

Captain Locksley's proud shoulders shrink inward at her tone. He is clearly haunted by the events that have lead him here, and Regina's harshness has only exacerbated the trauma he has suffered. She takes several slow breaths to calm her rising temper. Though her control returns, his reaction has ratcheted up her concern several degrees.

"I left my second in command in charge while I accompanied a patrol of new recruits in the local forests to personally gauge their mettle, as is my custom," he replies. "When I returned two hours later, the garrison was burning. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before. Green flames engulfed the entire structure, and the heat was so intense that I and the men who accompanied me on patrol could not get within twenty yards without being overcome. Inside, I could hear the tormented screams of those trapped and burning alive. That's when she appeared." He looks away, his speech petering out as he gives a barely noticeable shudder.

"Who appeared, Robin?" Red then asks, much more gentle in her prodding.

Whereas Regina respects and trusts Captain Robin Locksley as a loyal soldier, Red values him as a friend. Affection for Red is not uncommon among the military. Their junior Queen is often to be found among them, having joined in on their training to keep her combat skills sharp or to simply enjoy the camaraderie of a tight-knit unit who depend upon one another to survive. They welcome her because she is one of those rare individuals whose smile unleashes the sun and whose eyes reflect the best version of those around her. Morale is measurably boosted whenever she is around. Her prowess in hand-to-hand and with the bow have earned their admiration, but it is her innate kindness and her unique ability to make them all laugh that inspires their undying love. For that reason alone, Regina tolerates her Queen spending so much time with a rough and tumble and often uncouth crowd. Held to an exceedingly high standard of comportment they may be, but her soldiers are still soldiers.

When Regina once expressed concern that Red was sacrificing her authority over them to gain their friendship, she refused to heed the warnings. She was determined to be uncomfortably close to the men and women she may one day have to order out to their deaths.

"As Queen, I have sent legions to their inevitable doom," Regina had explained. "I was groomed to be able to deal with the repercussions, but I worry about your tender heart and the effect such a heavy weight might have on it. When factoring in your personal relationships with them, that worry gets a little too close to fear for my liking. You endanger yourself needlessly by befriending those who might be called to die tomorrow on your command."

"If they are going to be sacrificing their lives for me at any time in the future, then I owe them the respect of knowing them as human beings," Red had countered, fierce in her stance. "And don't be so concerned for my heart. I'm tougher than I look. You of all people should know that."

"I do know that," Regina had sighed. "But you're my wife. My job is to protect you at all costs, even if that means the threat is from yourself."

And it is a job she will never relinquish by choice. That Red's goodness is only equaled by her toughness does not eliminate the obligation to shield her spouse from any and all pain she can. Red gets close enough to the troops as is considering the cold truth that armies are expendable. For that reason alone, she instituted a policy that keeps her companies out on rotations rather than permanently assigning one to the Citadel. Red cannot grow dangerously attached to men and women who are not constantly stationed in such close proximity. Selfish though it was, the change was what she believed to be best for Red at the time. That opinion has not changed one iota since.

Still, Red stubbornly finds ways to keep in touch with those she has grown particularly fond of. Such as her favorite drinking buddies, preeminent among them Captain Locksley and General Mulan.

In recognition of that friendship, Captain Locksley gives Red a small smile before his grimace returns in full force. "She did not speak her name," he then answers Red's question as to the identity of the person who has destroyed a vital garrison in the realm's defense. Regina is burning to know who it is so that she can personally see to it that they are captured and punished.

"Is there anything of value that you can tell us?" Regina inquires. She doesn't mean to come off so harshly, but her hackles are raised and she is angry, an emotion she has always found incredibly difficult to conceal.

Captain Locksley winces, then nods in affirmation. "She was tall and beautiful, with pale skin and hair the color of the setting sun. She dressed in all black. I can also tell you also that she wiped out my men with little effort, wielding power that surpasses any I have witnessed. And I do not disrespect Your Majesty with that statement. It is merely an observation."

"Duly noted," Regina says through clenched teeth and then gestures in his direction. "So this woman is a tall and beautiful sorceress of great power. Is there anything else?" He nods, and she says, "Then by all means, continue."

"The most distinguishing thing about her," he goes on after a rasping cough, "is her skin. It is green, your Majesty, just as her magic."

Regina raises a judgmental brow. "And yet you say she was beautiful? If I didn't know your wife to be such a lovely woman, I would be inclined to question your tastes, Captain, if not your eyesight."

"Regina..." Red sighs, and Regina rolls her eyes.

"My apologies." She is insincere in her delivery. And while both Red and Captain Locksley are well aware she does not mean the apology, they accept it all the same. The soldier does so because she is his Queen whereas Red simply loves her unconditionally. "Was there anything else?"

"Yes, my Queen," Captain Locksley replies. "She did not kill me for a reason. She left me alive, though maimed, to deliver a message."

That grabs Regina's interest. "Oh? And what might that message be?"

He grunts and then coughs again, this time covering his mouth with the sleeve of his white tunic. When it comes away bloody, Red rises and makes to rush to his aid. Regina halts her with a hand on her forearm.

"Let the man speak," she says, not unkindly, "and then I will have him taken straight to the physician."

Red clearly has objections to this sequencing, but she defers out of propriety and trust. Although Regina has made Red a Queen in equal standing with her, as Red's elder, both in age and experience, it is common knowledge that Regina's word is the highest in the land, something with which Red is perfectly agreeable.

"The message is this," he says, and as he speaks, his voice morphs from his masculine timber into something altogether feminine. His accent shifts along with the change, making the effect jarring. Silence falls over the court as the Captain rises to his feet as if completely against his will.

Regina suddenly understands what is going on and she shifts herself to stand between her wife and the soldier whose will and motor function have been usurped in an act of magical prowess few are capable of. It's as if the man has been possessed, and in a manner, she knows he has been. Or at least a very specific part of him has been. A cold chill shoots down her spine. The taking of hearts is the darkest of magicks that only the Dark One and his disciples can perform. Is it possible Rumplestiltskin is behind this?

"No longer is this realm safe," the new voice proclaims. It is the witch, Regina knows, speaking through the Captain's heart, which she has wrenched from his chest. "There is a new ruler in Misthaven. Just as Oz before, Misthaven will fall and all shall bow to me. Beginning with you, Queen Regina." At that, Locksley's eyes level square on Regina. They are cold, so very cold, and devoid of humanity, and Regina can see by his corresponding expression that the individual controlling him is completely insane. "Let this be your one and only warning. I am coming for what is owed to me, and I will take it, leaving you broken at my feet before I end your miserable life. Prepare yourself accordingly, Your Majesty. The days of your reign are numbered."

And with that, Captain Locksley suddenly returns to himself. "My Queen, she intends to pois-" But he does not get to finish his sentence. He straightens with a sharp gasp and his eyes bug out in untold agony before he goes limp. He slumps face first to the floor as if a rag doll. Regina does not need to feel for a pulse to know he is dead, his heart having been ground to dust.

Shocked, she stares the prone, unmoving figure of her friend and faithful servant. Her heart races in her chest, anger and despair cascading through her torso with its every fierce collision against her rib cage. Poor Marian and Roland. How is she supposed to break this news to Robin's family? She aches for them and the pain they will soon have to endure. And for what? Because some crazy bitch hates me?

"Robin!" Red's voice suddenly rings out, shrill in her dismay. She scurries gracelessly to the fallen man's side and turns him over, cradling him in her arms. She calls his name several times as she paws at his face, trying to rouse him from a slumber that will never end. When reality finally dawns, she turns brimming eyes up to Regina, desperate for answers she can't give.

"I'm so sorry," Regina says, and then gestures for her guards to come and take the body. Red resists their initial attempts, growling at them through baleful yellow eyes. They spring back in fear. "Stand down, my love. You must let them take him," Regina then says, gathering her skirts to descend the dais. Once standing beside her grief stricken wife, she lays a gentle hand on her shoulder and the gestures for the guards to try again. When they come and crouch to gather the body of their fallen comrade, Red does not protest, although she whimpers as Captain Locksley is taken from her arms and carried away.

Only after the doors close behind the guards does Red lift herself from the floor. She stands for several moments, breathing heavily and trying not to cry in front of the entire court. Regina takes her hand and gently cups her face.

"Go to our chambers and do as you must away from prying eyes," she says, eyes imploring Red to listen. She knows Red needs to have a long, miserable cry and can't unless she is sequestered somewhere private – it is not becoming for a queen, even one as informal and famous for her gentle heart as Red, to show such sentimentality in front of her subjects. "I will take care of business here and then come to you directly." Red begins to protest, but Regina does not let her. "Please, darling. For me."

"Okay. For you," Red agrees after a moment of silence. A solitary tear rolls down her cheek.

Heedless of the impropriety, Regina leans in to give her wife a kiss upon the forehead, hoping that it helps, even if just a little, to alleviate her grief.

It is unbearable to see Red in any kind of pain, making for a stressful life considering Red is a werewolf who enjoys getting into trouble at every opportunity. Often she incurs injuries that, were she human, would be lethal or at best have severely maimed her. Being that she is a werewolf, she bounces back quickly, but that doesn't assuage Regina's anxieties any at all. She still frets over Red every time she limps home wounded from a scuffle with a bear or some other large animal during Wolf's Time, and still hovers like a worried mother hen whenever something happens that wounds Red's sensitive heart.

To her relief, Red ducks her head to accept the kiss, and seems to marginally calm down before giving Regina a weak smile. Without another word, she departs the throne room. And though her shoulders are drawn in and her gait is a bit uneven, she holds her head high.

Knowing that Red is processing what has happened without becoming mired in anger or sorrow helps Regina to go about the rest of her day. She finishes taking petitions an hour past midday, having cut them short due to recent events. That she'd continued on at all surprises even her. Routine, she has discovered, helps to soothe frayed nerves so she can think more clearly. By the time the last of the petitions is heard, the burning outrage from the Captain's news and his subsequent death have been reduced into smoldering embers. A manageable state through which she can plan without being reckless.

Afterward, she retires to her chambers to check on Red, whom she finds curled up asleep in their bed. She did not need to see reddened, splotchy cheeks or smeared mascara around the eyes for her to recognize an almost palpable grief. She had heard snoring before she opened the chamber door, and that was more than enough evidence. Red only ever snores when she is totally exhausted, suffering from a rare bout of allergies at the changing of the seasons, or is overly worried about something that plagues her mind even in her sleep.

Knowing how deeply wounded Red is by the Captain's death hurts, and not in a way that indicates any kind of jealousy. This is one of the reasons she so worries about Red's frequent interactions with the men and women sworn to protect the realm and the royal family. Soldiers die. It is a hard, inescapable fact of life in a world torn by strife between rival kingdoms and factions often at each other's throats. Conflicts spark into life with such regularity and with so little advanced notice that every monarch with the means to do so keeps standing armies in battle-readiness year around. Whether small or large, battles mean a pile of wounded and dead for both sides.

Regina has attempted countless appeals for Red to be careful with her heart. A sensitive one such as hers should not be made to endure repeated losses, which it will because many of the soldiers she has befriended will die in combat long before reaching middle age. But Red ignores those pleas in favor of continuing to spar with the castle's garrison and clandestinely patronize her favorite pub with her friends of military persuasion. Twice a month they gather in the little town located at the base of the mountain upon which the castle sits to carouse and tell stories and laugh until their bellies hurt. The only reason Regina hasn't put a stop to it is because of how happy it makes Red to have that time to unwind with folk cut from the same cloth as her. Commoners have this universal thread of acceptance as to the importance of having fun in the grand scheme of life. Regina thinks it is because they all understand, much more clearly the nobility, how tragically brief and ruthless life is.

There was a time in Regina's life she valued fun also, but her fun had been of a different sort. To her, riding horses or fencing with her private instructor or passing a lazy afternoon reading were ideal forms of recreation. Not that she can indulge in such things when being Queen imposes strict restraints on very nearly her every waking hour. The majority of what precious spare time she has is allocated for her family. Only what remains is spent on hobbies. But that doesn't mean she begrudges Red her outings. Quite the opposite. She isn't so callous that she would deny Red any opportunity to enjoy herself when that would be just the same as locking her up in a cage, gilded as it may be.

Werewolves are social creatures who require interaction not only with other wolves but with other people. Normally the pack would meet both of these needs. But Red is without a true pack, which means she has to find stimulation elsewhere by running in her fur with the wolf packs native to Misthaven and by commiserating with what human friends she is able to make that Regina approves as trustworthy. That stipulation rubbed Red the wrong way many a time, but it was the only way Regina was going to let her Queen spend time away from her personal guard and outside of Regina's proximity. Captain Locksley was the first person Red met in the Dark Palace that Regina found worthy of that trust. He was, other than Snow, Red's oldest friend.

The sorrow written upon Red's face and evident upon her still form even in slumber elicits an acute need to crawl into bed with her wife, if only to give her what comfort she can. It's a crying shame their Huntsman is so far afield, else she could indulge her selfish desires. But Graham is even more indisposed than Mulan, and with no one else she trusts enough to handle this crisis, the responsibility falls to her. It is with great difficulty that she scrounges up enough strength to leave after watching over Red for only a few precious minutes.

Before departing, she again brushes her lips against her wife's forehead and whispers, "I love you. I really am so sorry."

Here’s a link to Regina’s dress.

#once upon a time fanfiction #red queen ouat #regina x ruby #one green apple #Red is a good queen #And Regina is a good wife #But Zelena is a bitch that needs killin #And poor Robin...

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“Run-In”- Part 2

Genre: Angst with slight smut

Word Count: 3,478

A/N: I hoped you all enjoyed the first chapter. This chapter is the shortest of the bunch so forgive me. Enjoy!

“Excuse me?” You questioned dumbfounded.

You hadn’t even been lying there thirty seconds before he was kicking you out. Not only that, your pussy was sore and you weren’t sure you could even walk at that moment. You leaned up on your elbows to stare at him. Yoongi already had his clothes back on. His pants, shirt, and blazer but he left his shirt unbuttoned, allowing you a full view of his chest and abdomen.

“Excuse you,” he repeated right back to you. “Get… The… Fuck… Out. Do you understand now?”

Yoongi reached over into one of his desk drawers and pulled out a small wooden box. You watched him take out a cigar, cut the end, put it to his lips and light it. Slowly, rotating the stick of tobacco until he was satisfied. He took a big hit, letting the aroma cloud his senses and leaned his head back to exhaled, releasing a thick cloud of smoke from his mouth. You hated to admit it but Yoongi looked ridiculously attractive at that moment. You could feel yourself getting aroused all over again. He lowered his head, glancing in your direction before he walked over to the large ‘floor to ceiling’ window. He stared down at the crowd of people partying, dancing or drinking their time away without a care in the world. His mind absent as he mechanically puffed on his cigar. You were in your own thoughts as well, unknowingly watching his every move.

“You know, I’ve allowed you to test my patience more than any other person I’ve met,” Yoongi’s voice suddenly spoke but he was still facing away from you. “I don’t know if you’re just stupid or a needy bitch in heat but I’m gonna give you one last chance to get the fuck out before I change my mind and kill you.”

You immediately jumped off the desk, stumbling in your heels. You felt the pain between your legs but chose to ignore it. You also felt air on your bouncing breasts remembering that he ripped the front your dress. You didn’t bring a jacket and without any other form of cloth to cover yourself, you were left exposed.

“You tore my dress. How do you expect me to leave this room with my tits on display for everyone to see?” You asked. You didn’t want to argue but this was somewhat his fault.

“That’s your fucking problem.” He responded carelessly, dropping the cigar on the plastic covered floor burning it out with the bottom of his shoes.

“But I-”

You didn’t get a chance to finish talking because the moment you started, Yoongi stormed over to you. By the dark look in his eyes, he was more than just angry. Your heart dropped, scared for what was in store. Yoongi picked up the gun out the chair, firing once. The bullet flew past you hitting the wall but the loud pop of the weapon that made your body jump in fear. He grabbed your throat with one hand, tightening his grip making you gasp for air. Both of your hands held on to his wrist trying to pull it away. Yoongi place the gun hard against your cheek that you could felt heat from when it was just fired. You were easily reduced to tears trying to apologize.

“I… s-s-sorry…” you choked out. When you saw him smirk, you really feared your life. It was as if he got off to how scared and timid you were. But just as quick as his smile came, it replaced with an emotion that was downright evil.

“I’m tired of hearing those words from that cocksucking mouth of yours. If you truly meant it, you wouldn’t continue to disrespect me.”

You could hear his index finger squeezing on the trigger and closed your eyes waiting for it to end.

“Hey Yoongi, where the hell-” Namjoon entered the office with Hoseok right behind him stumbling upon this graphic scene. “Have you been… Hello… what’s going on here?” He questioned somewhat amused.

You could hear another voice enter the room and you were mortified. Your naked chest was pressed up against Yoongi, you knew your dress and hair looked a mess, not to mention, you had a gun to your head. You shifted but didn’t dare break away from the lock he had you in. His still fiery eyes stared into yours as if he was waiting for something and then he let you go. He removed his hand, letting you get some air and place the gun down on his desk. Your arms quickly went to cover yourself and turned your head to see who had entered.

Two men, one with slightly curled blonde hair and the other, who was taller, had light orchid color hair that could also pass as light brown, stared between you and Yoongi. They were both dress casually unlike Yoongi, who was dressed formally. But you figured he knew them to some degree for them to barge into his office uninvited.

“Who is this?” The tall one asked as the other one sat on one of the couches in the room. You wanted to say something but the last time you did, you almost died. Yoongi was fastening up his shirt, making himself look presentable.

“Call girl.” Was all he had to say.

Your heart dropped at those two words. Never have you sold your body for sex in exchange for money. Not that you would knock anyone who does it for a living, it just wasn’t something you would ever consider doing. Yoongi was definitely crossing the line but what could you do about it? If you saw what they saw, you wouldn’t believe a word that came out of your mouth either. Today was officially the worst day of your life. You just wanted to go home and cry your eyes out. You could already feel the tears running down your face. Without a second glance in his direction, you ran past the men, out of the office and into the nearest bathroom. Luckily there was an empty stall that was available. You leaned against the wall and cried your eyes out. One thing was certain in your eyes; Min Yoongi was an evil human being.

~~~~~

Yoongi sat back in his chair and propped his feet up on the desk. Both Namjoon and Hoseok stared at him curiously. He could see the questions in their eyes waiting to spill out of their mouths.

“Well… that was quite the scene. Wouldn’t you agree, Hoseok?” Namjoon questioned and Hoseok nodded in agreement. “So she’s a call girl, huh?”

“Yep.”

“She looked just as surprised to be a 'call girl’ as we did. What did she do for a gun to gun to be shoved in her face?” Yoongi shrugged nonchalantly. “I think you were gonna killed her if we didn’t come in.”

“I was.” Yoongi said, glaring at Namjoon but he just chuckled and leaned against the edge. Hoseok, who heard it all, came over and actually sat on the desk.

“This is interesting. Now we are getting somewhere.” Hoseok happily cheered.

“Why are we talking about her anyway?!”

“When we left, you were taking the love of your life out on a date. Now we come here hours later to find you with a half naked woman. AND, you were threatening her… must of been one hell of a night for you.” Namjoon laughed.

“Fuck! I need a drink.” Yoongi groaned, leaning his head back over the chair. Namjoon sat three glasses down in front of him.

“That’s what we’re here for, my friend.”

~~~~~

It has been two weeks since you experienced that day with the devil himself. Hyolyn was ringing your phone off of the hook. You had disappeared on her so she had a right to be concerned. You told her that you became sick and had to leave the club right away. Although you felt bad for lying to her, you weren’t ready to tell that you laid up that night with your legs spread for this notorious mob boss to fuck and degrade you. Imagine the trouble you would be in if that got out. Not to mention the look of betrayal on your father and brother’s face if they found out. Your father spent majority of his career trying to bring down the Min family and you had just fucked the son.

You cringe at the thought falling back into your comfy bed. You had dealt with assholes before in your life but Yoongi… he was on a different level of evil. Besides his family, who would waste their time trying to love such a cold hearted man? You heard your front door to your apartment closed and looked at your bedroom door. Hyolyn came in and fell onto your bed. You could see the exhaustion on her face.

“How was work?” You asked her with a smile.

“You know, stripping doesn’t sound that bad anymore.” She replied making you laugh. “I’m serious! Now I understand why girls have sugar daddies. Working a job takes a lot of energy, not to mention my asshole coworkers make my job ten times harder.”

“How?”

“When I turn down their advances and date requests, they give me more work to do as a form of punishment.” She groaned.

“Wow… well you can always work at my job. It has its perks some days.” You suggested. Hyolyn turned to look at you.

“Waiting hand and foot on rich privileged women as they try on clothes seems worse than where I work. They always try to throw it someone’s face the fact that they can spend their husband’s or boyfriend’s money. While you on the other hand, supply them with champagne for them to drink as they shop, endless amounts of overpriced clothes, and your kindhearted opinion just for them not to use it. No thanks.”

“So you’d rather cater to married men as their secretary knowing they want to bone you as soon as you clock off work? Doesn’t sound very ideal either.”

“It’s better than dealing with their wives.” She countered in victory.

You picked up the nearest pillow and threw it at her. She caught it and threw it back at you which started a random pillow fight. You two were laughing and throwing things at each other like little kids. Hyolyn went to grab your leg, immediately noticing the fading bruise.

“What happened to your leg?” She questioned, to which you quickly shielded your leg from her view.

“I just hit it, that’s all.”

“Uh huh… if it was that simple, why are you hiding it?” The two of you wrestled until she had the upper hand, pinning you on your stomach and straddling your waist to get a better look. She could see the bruise was shaped like a crescent. “Why are you so adamant about covering it up? Unless…. you got this bruise not by hitting your leg but from someone. Who have you been letting mark you up like this, huh? When did it happen?”

You panicked, knowing Hyolyn was growing closer to the truth. “No! I-”

“Did it happen that night you ditched me at the club? You little whore!” She laughed picking up a pillow and hitting you again. You rolled over, forcing her off of you and onto the bed. The pillow fight began again until you grew tired.

“Okay! Give up! I’ll tell you.” You stated breathlessly.

“And I want details!”

You told Hyolyn everything that happened in the club. From insulting Yoongi, to him calling you a prostitute. At first, she was shocked and pissed you would even allow a man to degrade you like that. But when it was over, not only did you shed a few tears but she did too. She was genuinely worried for your safety but you reassured her you were okay.

“Stay away from him, y/n. He seems too unstable to be in the same room with. Not only that, what would people think? Your dad could disown you when he finds out! Your brother would be out looking for blood.”

“No! You can’t tell him! You can’t tell anyone! Please!”

“As your best friend, your secret is safe with me. But seriously, y/n, please don’t go near him again. You two come from completely different worlds and I don’t want you to get hurt trying to fit into his.”

“I know, Hyolyn. I definitely won’t be seeing him again.”

The two of you ordered take-out and watched a movie, having 'girl talk’ in between. Sometime around twelve that morning, Hyolyn left your apartment to go home. She had to work the next day and so did you. You laid in bed, snuggled up in your thick comforter thinking back on what she said. Hyolyn was absolutely right. You two were polar opposites. He was a criminal and you believed in the law. That entire situation happened by chance and nothing more. If given the opportunity, you were positive the two of you wouldn’t even speak in passing. You weren’t even attracted to him. It was at that moment you felt a small sensation between your legs. You placed your hands in your shorts and touched your bare pussy. Your juices were already slipping out of your lips ready to drip down your ass crack.

You groaned and turned on your side. Your body was craving him big time and you couldn’t deny it. Not even your exes could make you cum back to back or even for a third time. It goes without saying that Yoongi definitely turned your ass out and you hated to admit it but you liked it. You could remember vividly how he looked, tasted, and felt inside you. Without noticing, your pussy was already wrapped around your fingers and your other hand played with your breast, teasing the nipple. You moaned out at the feeling and immediately froze. You removed your hands, placing them under your pillow and squeezed your legs tightly together.

“Get it together, y/n. I’m not about to touch myself to that asshole.” You scold yourself. No matter how strong the urge was, you managed to contain yourself for the night, dozing off to sleep minutes later.

~~~

You woke up the next morning feeling better than ever. You showered and got ready for work. You hummed to the music in the car and even had time to make a stop at a nearby coffee shop. Today was going to be a good day, you could already feel it. You got to work greeting everyone as you entered. You started off neatly sorting away the clothing, putting it in its proper place until a customer came in looking for assistance. When your break time came, you walked down the street to a sandwich shop. You ate there, chatting on the phone with Hyolyn about stupid things until your break was over. You got back to your job, working harder than ever. You weren’t even paying attention to the clock and soon it was time to go. It wasn’t until you heard two women talking that it all spiraled down from there.

“Oh my goodness! What did you say?!” One of the women shouted.

“Shhh!… keep your voice down. You don’t know who could be listening,” the other stated looking around before she continued talking. “I was saying that my lover, who is paying for this shopping spree, is married. I found out last week, could you believe it?”

“And you’re still going to see him?!”

The woman shrugged her shoulders. “Sure, why not? I’m not married, I’m just his lover. If we were to get caught, he’s really the one at fault.”

“You are unbelievable…”

“What’s unbelievable was the way he fucked me yesterday. I showed up to his office and while I sucked his dick, his wife called. He put us on mute as she was just rambled about her day. The poor broad had no idea that her husband was eating me out. I was screaming so loud, I’m surprised she didn’t hear.” The woman laughed.

You swallowed hard, trying to wet your dry mouth. You didn’t have to check to know that you had soiled your panties. Your clit was throbbing and it took everything in you not to shove your hands down your skirt. You bit down hard on your bottom lip hoping that the pain could distract you. Squeezing your legs together as tight as you can, you went back to doing your job. You couldn’t clock out fast enough when your shift had ended. You rushed to your car, grabbing your small bullet from the glove compartment for such reasons. You slipped the device into your panties, focusing it only on your clit but that alone wasn’t enough. You gripped the steeling wheel in frustration, falling back against the seat in defeat. You removed your toy, throwing it inside your purse. Turning on your car, you drove out of the parking lot heading home. Along the way, you spotted Yoongi’s club in the distance. You tried to focus on the road but your pussy wanted something else. Something hard, thick, long, and rough.

“Don’t do it, y/n. Don’t think about it,” You coached yourself. “Don’t…”

~~~~~

Yoongi and Hoseok were looking over a few files from recent business transactions. Namjoon entered the room and dropped a manila folder in front of him. They both stopped what they were doing to look up at him.

“'Call girl’ my ass!” Namjoon shouted with excitement. “You know, I knew you were sneaky, Yoongi. But THIS?!… Oh man! This is priceless!”

“What’s this?” Yoongi questioned holding up folder.

“Open it and see for yourself.”

Yoongi opened it and instantly recognized the photo inside. He continued to read and almost drop the folder from shock. His eyebrows buried into his forehead. Namjoon, who was watching his every move, spoke up.

“I take it you didn’t know the girl you held at gunpoint weeks ago was the police chief’s daughter.”

“What?!” Hoseok shouted, snatching the folder out of his hands.

Yoongi ran his fingers through his hair. This was the last thing he needed at the moment. You bringing the police there on assault charges, wasting his time. He wasn’t worried about being arrested or anything like that because you didn’t have any proof. The only people who saw what happened, works for him and he doubt they would double crossed him just to help you out. A few pictures slipped out of the folder. Yoongi picked up the first one he saw, a picture of you hugging your dad. He remembered the bastard vividly. How could he forget the man that burst through their front door with a SWAT team one night while he and his family ate dinner? They came to arrest his dad with their guns drawn, forcing him down on the floor as if he was some kind of vicious dog. His mother was pressed against the table, the food mushed on her face. Since he and his brother were minors, they were detained by their arms and forced to watch the scene unfold. Yoongi was only ten years old.

“So where do you want to move from here?” Namjoon asked feeling the shift in Yoongi’s mood. “We could use her to release police information. Find out how much they know about us.”

“How do we know she’s not already using him to get closer to what’s going on? This chick just popped up out of nowhere and now that we know who her father is, it all makes perfect sense.” Hoseok commented.

Yoongi sat silently in thought, taking in all this information. He haven’t seen or heard from you in weeks after what happened. But as scared as you were, he could almost bet that you didn’t go to police. You had a lot to lose just like he did. The thought made Yoongi smile. You may not be as stupid as he assumed and may be useful after all. His dick twitched in his pants, remembering how he took you on this very desk. Sure, he had thought about you from time to time when he was home alone. You fit around him perfectly and that innocent look in your eyes… they seemed pure but held something else behind them. Something only someone as dark as him could pick up on: lust for being controlled.

“Excuse me, sir?” One of his men knocked on the door. “Someone is here to see you.”

The three men had gotten up to check the security monitors to see who it could be.

“This is about to get interesting.” Namjoon stated with a smirk.

There you were, nervously fidgeting by the door. Interesting indeed.

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nageki-yuki-blog · 7 years

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TsukiPara Drama - Chapter 7 Translation

[This chapter is about Hajime and Haru’s search for Hokekyo. Read more under the cut~]

[The dog’s name “Korokke” means croquette in English, but I will leave it translated as Korokke so it doesn’t get confusing.]

[Hokekyo is a Japanese nightingale aka Japanese bush warbler. I will leave it translated as nightingale.]

7章 – Chapter 7

御伽の国の王様と参謀

The king of a fairyland and the staff officer.

1話 – Part 1

おーい！ホケキョくーん！

Hey! Hokekyo-kun!

Kakeru: ……Hey! Hokekyo-kun!

Hajime: ……He’s not here.

Haru: Yeah. What a mistake. Because I forgot that there was an inspection of the dorm’s equipment, I didn’t put him in his cage.

Kakeru: He was surprised by the contractor, and then escaped……

Koi: Wh-What should we do! ……What if he gets hurt.

Haru: Calm down, it’s not definite that anything has happened to Hokekyo-kun yet.

Haru: Plus, it will be fine. Hokekyo-kun is very smart, I’m sure he is okay.

Kakeru: Th-That’s right! Hokekyo-kun is definitely doing great!

Hajime: Yeah…… Birds can’t see well in the dark. He’s probably resting somewhere around this time.

Hajime: We should also rest for the night. We all have to gather for a magazine gravure photoshoot tomorrow morning remember?

Haru: That’s right. It’s just as father says. It’s time for good children to go to sleep.

Hajime: “Father”…… Oh you.

Koi: Ahaha!

Kakeru: Hehehe…… After seeing Hajime-san and Haru-san’s arguing, I somehow feel relieved.

Koi: Yeah…… Wow. After becoming relieved, I suddenly got attacked by drowsiness.

Kakeru: Alright, let’s just sleep for today! Good night!

Hajime: Yeah, good night.

Haru: Good night.

Arata: …...Hokekyo-kun still hasn’t returned. How many days has it been since he escaped?

Aoi: Yeah…...I’m worried.

Haru: …...Everyone, I know you’re worried about Hokekyo-kun but, if you don’t pay attention while practicing your dancing, you’ll get hurt you know?

Koi: Y-Yes!

Haru: Then next we are doing…...the part right after the turn…...

Arata: Huh? Didn’t we just do this part?

Haru: Huh?

Hajime: We are going to rehearse it one more time. Right? Haru?

Haru: Ah…...yeah, that’s right.

Hajime: Although…… Before that, let’s take a break. There’s no point if nobody’s paying attention, and it’s dangerous okay?

Kakeru: Okay!

Hajime: …...Haru, do you have a minute?

Haru: Yeah.

Haru: …...Sorry, you saved me back there.

Hajime: That’s not like you, Haru.

Haru: …...Sorry.

Hajime: …...Haru. You’ve been keeping secrets from us for a couple of days, you’ve been sneaking out of the dorms at night to go look for Hokekyo-kun haven’t you?

Haru: …...You realized?

Hajime: I’m probably the only one that realized though?

Haru: Hehehe…… As expected of the king, you even saw through my actions.

Hajime: You’re free to spend your nights however you want but…...

Hajime: If it hurts your health, or causes you to be unable to pay attention then you shouldn’t do it, right?

Haru: Yeah……. You’re right, I’m sorry.

Hajime: That’s why…… In order for you to put all of your strength into your work, you need to get rid of your worries okay?

Haru: Yeah…...

Hajime: You and I are both off tomorrow. Let’s go look for Hokekyo-kun for the day.

Haru: Hajime……. …...Thank you.

(To be Continued)

2話 – Part 2

こいつの力を借りようと思う

I think we can borrow this guy’s power.

Haru: But…… Everyone already put so much effort into trying to find Hokekyo-kun and they still couldn’t find him.

Hajime: ……Since a lot of time has passed, it may seem hopeless but, I think we can borrow this guy’s power.

Korokke: Woof! Woof!

Haru: …...Korokke. Oh, I see. You want him to follow Hokekyo-kun’s scent?

Haru: Although he is the type of bird that can fly far, so I don’t know how much of a scent will be left……

Hajime: Yeah I guess. However, we don’t have any other special ways to search. We should just try it.

Haru: That’s certainly true. Okay, Korokke, I’m counting on you.

Korokke: Woof!

Hajime: Alright, Korokke. I’ve brought Hokekyo’s bed. Remember this smell.

Korokke: Woof! Sniff sniff…...

Haru: I’m really counting on you…… Korokke.

Korokke: ……! Woof! Woof!

Haru: Oh! Korokke just darted off!

Hajime: Let’s follow him!

Hajime: ……Just how far does Korokke plan to run?

Haru: Being lead around by a dog on a treasure hunt…… It’s a little like the fairy tale “Hanasaka Jii-san”*.

[*Translated as “The Man Who Made Flowers Bloom”. It’s a folk tale about an old man whose dog found buried gold in the yard, but then the neighbor selfishly used the dog to try and find treasure with bad results.]

Hajime: …...Did that story go like that?

Haru: Yeah it did. He was guided by a dog who was able to find and dig up a bunch of gold coins.

Hajime: I wish you would stop calling me “grandfather” when I’m at this age.

Haru: Hehehe…… Oh! Look Hajime! Korokke stopped!

Korokke: Woof! Woof!

Hajime: …...Maybe Hokekyo is here…… Wait, huh? This place is.

Croquette Shop Employee: Oh, what a cute puppy. Our fried food is superb you know! Do you want to try something?

Korokke: Woof! Woof!

Haru: …...So there’s a croquette shop in a place like this. I had no idea. It smells really good.

Hajime: Yeah…… But Korokke…… Don’t tell me he was enticed by this smell?

Haru: I wanted him…...to look for Hokekyo-kun…...

Korokke: Woof! Woof!

Haru: You can’t do that! Korokke! If Korokke ate a croquette it would be cannibalism*…… Even still, there’s onion in that so you can’t have it!

[*since they have the same name]

Hajime: I think it would be fine to give him this fried one?

Haru: Should we give it to him?

Haru: You are seriously soft when it comes to animals……. That’s why Kuroda just keeps getting bigger and bigger you know?

Hajime: …...

Haru: But…...Korokke ran so much for us today…… So let’s give him a special treat.

Korokke: Woof! Woof!

Haru: Since we’re here, why don’t we get something too.

Hajime: Excuse me. We’ll have 4 croquettes, deep-fry 2 of them please.

Haru: Oh…...by the way, did you happen to see a nightingale anywhere around here?

Haru: He is about this big……and he’s really friendly to humans…...

Croquette Shop Employee: …...Now that you mention it, recently, I’ve seen a really friendly small green bird that’s not usually around here.

Haru: Really!?

Hajime: In what area did you see that small bird?

Croquette Shop Employee: I think it was…… Yeah, it was in the park right down the road.

Haru: Thank you very much! Let’s go! Hajime! Korokke!

Hajime: Yeah!

(To be Continued)

3話 – Part 3

今度はまるでわらしべ長者みたいだな

This time it’s a lot like “Warashibe Choja”.

Hajime: …...We’ve arrived at the park but.

Haru: …...I feel like he could be around here, but I don’t see Hokekyo-kun anywhere.

Hajime: I guess we should try to get Korokke to follow his scent again. …...Hmm? That is…...

Child: …...(crying sounds).

Haru: …...Hey what’s wrong? Why are you in a place like this alone and crying?

Child: Sniffle…… My mom asked me to go buy a croquette but….. I fell and dropped the money for it.

Child: …...At this rate, mom will be mad at me. What should I do…… sniff. (Crying sounds).

Hajime: …...A croquette?

Haru: …...I feel like we should help solve this riddle.

Hajime: …...I think so too.

Haru: Umm…… For the croquette your mom asked for…… Would this be good enough?

Child: Huh? B-But…… Isn’t this yours?

Hajime: …...We already ate. This is just leftovers but…… You can have it.

Haru: That’s how it is. Here you go ♪

Child: Wow! Thank you guys! …...Oh yeah, I’ll give you this in return!

Hajime: This is…...a key?

Child: Yeah! I just found it over there. I don’t know what it goes to though.

Haru: Thank you. Then we’ll accept this…… Oh. Have you seen a small green bird around here?

Child: A small bird? …...Umm, I’m not really sure. But, if you want to see some birds there are a bunch at the botanical garden over there!

Haru: A botanical garden huh…… Thank you.

Child: See you later, misters! Thank you!

Hajime: Don’t fall this time.

Haru: Nevertheless…… I didn’t think the croquette would turn into a key. This time it’s a lot like “Warashibe Choja”*.

[*translated as “Straw Millionaire”. This is a folk tale about a poor man who had only a piece of straw, but was able to continuously trade it for better items until he was wealthy.]

Hajime: Seriously.

Haru: So there’s a botanical garden here. Hajime, did you know about it?

Hajime: No, I just learned of it now too…… Hmm? There’s someone standing in front of the entrance.

Manager of the Botanical Garden: …...This is bad.

Haru: Hello…… Did something happen?

Manager of the Botanical Garden: Oh, hello…… Well, I’m the manager if this place but…...

Manager of the Botanical Garden: …...It seems that I have lost the key to the entrance. (Sigh)…… I’m stuck. I am certain that I brought it out with me…… I wonder if I dropped it on the way here…...

Hajime: …...Haru.

Haru: …...There’s another riddle!

Hajime: Excuse me…… Is it possible that, this is the key to the botanical garden?

Manager of the Botanical Garden: Oh! Yes it is! Where the heck did you find this?

Haru: As I thought…...

Hajime: When we were just at the entrance to the park nearby, we were given this key by a young boy who found it. Here you go?

Manager of the Botanical Garden: Thank you, I am so grateful! …...Oh, if you would like, you can come look around at the botanical garden. I’m opening it now.

(To be Continued)

4話 – Part 4

あれ？寮の前にみんながいる？

Huh? Everyone is out in front of the dorms?

Haru: Wow…...

Hajime: This is…...absolutely beautiful.

Haru: I can’t believe that a botanical garden as splendid as this, was in this area…...

Haru: Look at the arch of that flower. It’s so pretty. Oh, there are flowers blooming over here too. …...Heh…...

Hajime: This smell is……from that orchid? It’s giving off such a sweet scent.

Haru: Yeah it is. This is such a relaxing scent.

Haru: …… I feel sort of relieved.

Hajime: …… Yeah.

Hajime: …… Lately, I feel like there hasn’t been much time where we could be carefree like this, gazing at the flowers.

Hajime: …… Next time, we should take the other guys with us too.

Haru: That sounds good. I’m sure they would all enjoy it.

Korokke: Woof! Woof!

Haru: Hehehe. Korokke also seems to be happy looking at the flowers.

Manager of the Botanical Garden: This botanical garden is not just a greenhouse, there are also various types of flowers blooming in the flower beds and the trees that come from other places. That’s why you can also see other types of bugs and birds together with those flowers.

Haru: Birds…...huh. Umm, excuse me. Has a nightingale come to this greenhouse recently?

Manager of the Botanical Garden: A nightingale? …...Oh, now that you mention it a small bird that looked like one, has been coming to play in those trees a lot lately.

Haru: Is that true!?

Manager of the Botanical Garden: Yeah. It was just in that tree over there but…… It looks like it flew off somewhere now.

Haru: Is that so…...

Hajime: Haru. We should take a step forward again, right?

Haru: Hajime……. Yeah, I guess so. Thank you very much, mister. I hope you’ll let us visit again.

Manager of the Botanical Garden: Yeah, come anytime you want.

Haru: …… Hokekyo-kun, we couldn’t find him anywhere. He must have gone off somewhere.

Hajime: …...He is a wild bird after all.

Hajime: He is able to go anywhere with his wings. We can’t restrict him from that.

Haru: You’re right……. I thought I would be able to understand but…...

Hajime: But…...

Haru: Huh?

Hajime: Even still, he will return soon enough. It seemed he liked sitting atop that fluffy head of yours, right?

Haru: …...Yeah. I guess that’s true.

Haru: Huh? Everyone is out in front of the dorms?

Hajime: You’re right…… Are they doing something?

Kakeru: Oh! Hajime-san! Haru-san! Welcome back!

Koi: Look! Hokekyo-kun has come back!

Haru: Huh!?

Hajime: What!?

Haru: It’s true! Hokekyo-kun! You’re okay!

Hokekyo-kun: Hokekyo!*

[*this is apparently the sound he makes]

Haru: Welcome back!

Koi: Hokekyo-kun, I’m so glad you came back!

Arata: Yeah.

Aoi: Oh, it looks like Hokekyo-kun fell asleep on top of Haru-san’s head.

Kakeru: He must have been relieved to be back? Ahaha!

Haru: …… Hey, Hajime. This conclusion somehow ended up like a fairy-tale.

Hajime: …… Would it be called “The Happy Green Bird”?

Haru: That’s right, it would be a story about how happiness is always the closest thing to you.

Hajime: Heh…...I guess so.

Haru: Welcome back, Hokekyo-kun. We’re home, everyone.

~END~

[I just love how Hajime and Haru seem like parents in this drama. XD]

[Next chapter is about You and Yoru~]

#Tsukipara #Tsukipro #Tsukiuta #My translation

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sabraeal · 7 years

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You know the picture where Suzu's wearing Obi's clothes? Could you write Suzu trying to be cool? Thank you for writing!

Yuzuri has been working for nearly five whole minutes, and the door resembles a pincushion more than a lock.

“Hurry up,” Suzu hisses, leaning his chin on her shoulder. Her hair smells like orchids, just like it always does, and that plus the three – or was it five? – pints tonight makes his knees a little weak. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

She flicks her ponytail like she’s trying to get rid of a particularly nettlesome fly. “Yes! Obi showed me himself a year ago. After you told him that story about how I got locked in the stockroom with Kenichi for half a night.” Her gaze cuts to him, hazy with alcohol but still blazing. “Why did you tell him that anyway? That happened ages ago. You know he gets.”

“Are you really complaining that he taught you how to pick locks?” he asks into the soft skin of her neck. This is probably too close, far too close, but she isn’t stopping him, so.

She shivers.

“N-no,” she snaps, petulant. “But he did his whole worried bodyguard thing. Kept cracking jokes and then would get all serious; now you don’t have to worry about your habit of getting into tight spots, Yuzuri –” she drops her voice and octave, suddenly grave – “but I’ll always come if you call for me.”

“It’s nice.” Her cheeks flush. “But it makes me feel like he’s – I don’t know, my father.”

He hums, breath huffing over her neck. She drops a hair pin.

“Do you mind?” she asks crossly. “I’m trying to work here.”

“Fine.” He stumbles a little further down the hallway, letting Yuzuri cuss at the lock in peace – he wonders if Obi will notice that someone tried to pick it in his absence. Probably.

Shirayuki’s room is next to his, as always, and Suzu stares at it for a long moment. Didn’t they have an argument just last week, something about how Shirayuki never takes her own safety seriously –?

He reaches down, turning the knob, and oh –

Oh yeah, Obi would probably be pissed about this.

Shirayuki’s room is dark, the lamps out and curtains drawn – makes sense, since she’s working the late shift in the pharmacy tonight – but still air holds some of her scent.

“You could get robbed,” he tells the empty room, horrified on Obi’s behalf. Shirayuki’s too, but – she’s the one who left it like this.

He sees another door to his right, and -- it can’t possibly be this easy, it’s got to be some sort of prank, Obi’s going to be waiting for him –

“Oh wow.” His gaze sweeps out to find Obi’s much more spartan room empty. “Really?”

How does he even lecture her on security when he leaves their adjoining door unlocked? I mean –

He glances at the knob. It only locks one way. It’s not Obi who has control over whether its open or not.

Oh. Oh. Suzu grimaces. Sometimes life just isn’t fair.

The door bursts open behind him, Yuzuri spilling into the room with a yelp. She stares up at him from the floor with a grin.

“I did it!” she tells him. A moment later her brow furrows. “Wait, how are you in here?”

“Shirayuki’s room.” He gestures to the adjoining door. “It was unlocked.”

Yuzuri’s eyebrows tilt up in mild surprise. “She leaves the door between them unlocked?”

He shrugs. It’s more surprising that she leaves her other door unlocked, but all right. He knows where Yuzuri’s priorities lie.

She rolls up to her feet, peering through the door. “Huh, and still nothing’s happened?”

He doesn’t know how to explain to her that Obi can’t just make it happen; he can’t just make Shirayuki fall in love with him, he can’t just invite himself into her room and kiss her until she’ll never let him leave.

Instead he says, “We should get started, or else Obi’s going to catch us.”

Yuzuri grimaces. “Yeah, okay, good point.”

“Do you think we’re going about this wrong?” Suzu asks some time later, flipping through stacks of correspondence. “I mean, can’t we just ask him what he’d like for his birthday?”

Yuzuri stares at him like she scraped him off her show. “That would ruin the surprise.”

“We could ask Shirayuki, though.”

“Please.” She rolls her eyes. “Like she could keep a secret from Obi.”

Suzu considers it. “Yeah, alright,” he agrees. “That’s fair.”

“How come Obi has the coolest clothes?” Suzu complains, rifling through the cedar chest at the end of his bed. “I mean, he has half the wardrobe I do, but he always looks all – er –”

“Handsome?” Yuzuri supplies. “It’s because he’s with all the lords, I bet. He’s fashionable. I’m still not sure if you can see all your colors.”

Suzu glares at her over one of Obi’s black shirts, the fabric filmy against his hands. “If I made as much dill as Obi, I could probably look pretty dashing.”

She snorts. “You couldn’t look dashing if you wore his clothes.”

It’s a failing of his; he can resist every challenge except the ones Yuzuri offers him. It’ll get him in trouble one day, but –

“Oh?” Obi’s fur jacket sits on a chair – he’s wearing his guard uniform now, on shift – and he pulls it up over his head, letting it settle over his torso. It’s not baggy on him, but – his shoulders aren’t as broad as Obi’s, his chest not quite as full. Though he’s built a little more solid than Obi by nature, Obi’s body is one of use, and Suzu’s is one of…sufferance.

Still, not bad.

“Not as goofy as I thought it would be,” Yuzuri allows, parking herself on the edge of Obi’s bed. “But you’re still not quite Obi’s league.”

“He can pick me up,” Suzu agrees with a forlorn nod. He brushes a hand over the fur. “This feels a little bare, I have to say.”

“You’re missing the cape.”

“Oh, right.” He digs through the chest, pulling out one of the thick capes, tossing it over one shoulder. “Oh, hey, I think I’ve figured out why he wears those straps all the time.”

Yuzuri grins, making a sweeping gesture with her arm. “Please, share with the class, Master Suzu.”

He fidgets with the edge, trying to get it to sit just so, how Obi always does. “It’s impossible to keep this on right otherwise.”

She cackles, rolling back on the bed. “You know, I think he only wears those because Shirayuki told him it looks dashing once.”

“Oh, yeah.” Suzu pulls out a scarf, dropping it around his neck. “That’s definitely the reason.”

He pulls up the scarf over his mouth and strikes as mysterious a poise as he can, arms crossed and slanting a look from the corner of his eyes. “I have aliases and many secrets.”

“Wait, wait!” Yuzuri leans across the bed,reaching an arm into the chest, and yanks out another cape. She drapes it over her head just like Shirayuki does in the market.

“Oh Obi!” she shrills, an entire octave up from her normal voice. “Could you please come stand unreasonably close to me for a simple task?”

“Oh, why, Miss.” Suzu drops his voice into a growl, approaching the bed until he brushes Yuzuri’s knees. He does not think about how his stomach jumps at being this close. “I would consider it my duty to stand a friendly distance away from you while we talk.”

“Oh, Obi,” Her hands come up to lay on his chest. His heart pounds so hard against his ribs she must feel it; if she does, she gives no sign. “If you don’t breathe right on my face and stare at me like I’m a cream-stuffed pastry, I’ll have to assume I’ve upset you.”

“Of course, Miss.” He lays his hands over hers. Any time now, she’ll push him away, he knows she will. She just must be…caught up in the joke. “It is completely friendly, the way you must put your hands on me while we stand here talking about what to have for dinner. But realize, I’ll have to be angry at myself later for thinking about kissing you, because nothing about this situation says kiss me.”

She bats her eyelashes coyly, fingers curling in his coat as she leans back. He’s not sure what she’s doing, doing this with him but – well, it’s not like he’s going to complain she wants him this close. “Oh, of course not. I am far too sweet to think about you – ugh, it’s hard to get realism without the straps, Suzu –”

He snorts, following her over until his hands rest above her head on the mattress. “I’ll try to ask him to leave them behind the next time, I’m sure he’ll understand.”

“Please,” she giggles, her breath ghosting over his lips. He suppresses a shiver, poorly “Anyway, Obi, I think you really need to explain what you’re doing tomorrow right in my ear, otherwise I might not hear it.”

“Right, Miss.” He nods, so serious. “I’ll have to do it do my lips brush your ear, otherwise –”

Yuzuri’s gaze slides right over his shoulder, eyes going wide as they fix on something just behind him. “Suzu –”

“Miss, please,” he giggles, leaning closer to her. He’ll never have as good a chance as this again. “Everyone knows secrets have to be passed mouth-to-mouth –”

A hand lands on his shoulder, heavy. Strange, both of Yuzuri’s are accounted for –

“Nice cape,” Obi says.

#anonymous #suzuri #obiyuki #my fic #100 days of obiyuki (and more)#ans #not sure this is what you wanted anon #but lbr #suzu would absolutely mimic obi #and yuzuri is probably just waiting for the day where she can whip out her shirayuki impression

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neonnoodledragon · 7 years

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It all happened in London...Ch1

AO3:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10101086/chapters/22501736

Summary:

Everyone was invited to Tracer and Emily's wedding in London. Genji was one of the groomsmen and Mercy was the maid of honor. This fanfic is based on one of the episodes in the TV series Friends.

Notes:

This is my first time writing an English fanfic and first time posting on AO3. Apologies for the incorrect grammar/spelling in it. Hope you guys enjoys this. I had fun writing this.

Overwatch and Overwatch characters belongs to Blizzard.

Chapter 1: Before the big day

Friends and families were invited to Tracer and Emily's wedding at King's Row Hotel in London. A dinner party was held the day before the wedding. Tables decorated with dishes of high class cuisines and wine and champagne in everyone's hands. Joys of laughter filled the atmosphere. Emily was in a stunning lime green evening gown and was chatting with one of her bridesmaids, Mei, who was wearing a blue elegant cheongsam with patterns of orchids in a darker shade of blue. The other bridesmaid, Pharah, was with her mom, Ana. Chatting with Tracer about the old days in Overwatch. Rienhardt, Jack and Gabriel came along when they heard Ana mentioning about this one time in a Halloween party at Watchpoint when Rienhardt fainted by the sight of Gabriel as a Halloween spirit with a pumpkin on his head. Mercy was Emily's maid of honor, still in her room changing. Only Tracer's best man, big old Winston, attended the dinner party.

"Winston~(Blink) Have you seen the other groomsmen?" The coattail behind Tracer's white suit drifted a bit as she blank in front of the scientist. "I afraid not, Tracer. I have not seen them yet. " Winston pushed his glasses closer to his face. "I can go check on them." Said Lucio, the DJ of the evening, after switching another jazz song, he left the stage. "I'll find them in time before this song ends." Even without skates, he swiftly swooshed trough the room filled with people. Passing through the gap between Roadhog and Junkrat who had big mountains of food piling on their plates causing them to loose their balance."Oi! Watch it, mate!" A few pieces of beef jumped and tumbled down to the very edge of Junkrat's plate, threatened to fall to the floor.

"Why's that you can't fit'n it now? Tomorrow's the wedding for god's sake!" McCree tried to button up Genji with all his might with the white shirt he lended to, but the button in the middle couldn't be buttoned up. "Dang it, Genji! Didn't ya said that you're a size L?" McCree's arms were shaking when the little white button was just an inch away from the button hole of the shirt. "I am a size L." It has been years since Genji wore clothes. "MMMMF...Well, you have got to lay off the ramen, man... almost there..." The round plastic was a few milimeters away. "I did not gain weight!" Genji protested. "SUCK IT IN, SHIMADA!" A visible vein surfaced on the cowboy's forehead, gritting his teeth as he tried to connect the shirt's plackets to the button. "Yo! What are you two doin'?" Lucio's head appeared from the hotel room's doorway. Bouncy brown dreadlocks swining to the front then back in place. "Fatso here can't button up." "For the last time! I did not gain weight!" A loud ripping sound quieted the room. McCree turned Genji around. Genji turned his head to see how bad the damage was. The right armhole was torn on the back. "I don't suppose you have an extra shirt do you, Lucio?" McCree's bionic hand cupped his chin, rubbing his beard from side to side as he stared at the silver shinly metal and brownish grey synthetics through the rip. "Sorry. Fresh out. I gave it to Junkrat dude." Sudden realization hit the cyborg. "Ah. Maybe it's the armor that made me couldn't fit." "Ya should've thought 'bout that sooner, Genji." The cowboy facepalmed himself and sighed in defeat. "Kuso. I didn't bring the tools for it." "Maybe Angie brought some with her. I remember she's at room 526. Go check it out." McCree lit his cigar and puffed a grey cloud out of his mouth. "Hey, guys. After you're done, remember to head to the party. Alright? See ya. Lucio out." The Brazilian DJ zipped through the hall, rushing back to the party before the jazz song ends.

Angela was facing back at the mirror looking at the reflection of the stuck zipper from the back of her gold cocktail dress struggling to zip up. She heard someone knocking at her door. "In a minute." She tugged the zipper a few more times, no use. She gave in and went to the door to open it. "Oh. Hi, Genji." She looked at the half dressed cyborg from top to bottom. A white unbutton shirt, black pants and belt, and black shoes. Shoes? "I have some trouble fitting in Jesse's shirt. I was wondering if you have by chance bring the tools for taking off my armor." "Fortunately for you, I did. I'm happy to help you with that. Come inside." She left the door open for him. "Thank you, Angela. I appreciate the effort." The doctor opened her luggage to find the tools as Genji sat on the bed. "Your dress isn't zip up." She couldn't believe that she absolutely forgot about it. "Oh! I'm sorry. I had some difficulties with it." She could feel herself blushing. Genji let out a few light chuckles. "Looks like I'm not the only one who has trouble with clothes." Angela's hands stopped searching for the tools as a cold touch made her body jolted. Metallic hands were working on the back of the frozen blondie. She felt the little piece of metal was forced down a bit then smoothly slid up to the top. "There you go." Angela looked at her reflection in the mirror, her smile grew as she twirled in her dress. She paused in front of Genji. "Thank you, Genji. You were a big help." "No problem, doc. Now, can you return the favor?" He gestured the shiny silver/white plates of armor. "Of course, Genji." She may not notice, but vents on Genji's shoulders almost popped out when she bent over to her luggage to continue to search for the tools. The dress really brings out the curves of her body. Matching her ocean blue eyes and diamond earrings. This was the first time he saw the angelic doctor besides her Valkyrie suit or her white, long doctor's coat. She was just so beautiful. "Alright. Let's get to work." A special drill-like tool was in her right hand. There wasn't a reaction for a while from the Shimada. "Huh? Oh, right."

They both sat on the bed. He took off the ripped, white shirt, threw it on the bed sheet. The doctor started working on his shoulder pads, then the ones on the upper arms', then the forearms'. More and more brownish-grey cybernetic skin was revealed piece after piece. Without the metal covering the arms of the Shimada, it became more visible to admire the detailed lines of the muscular arms. There was a 'wow' feeling in her mind. "Angela? Doctor Ziegler? Are you still there?" She snapped out of it as the cyborg gently waved in front of her face, found herself pausing for a moment. "Can you also take the chest plate off?" "Huh? Yes. Sure." Two silver plates were off, now for the white one on his stomach. Genji needed to unbuckle and pull down his pant a bit. "Wait..." The action of him undressing the lower part of him paused, holding the hem of his black pants and belt. "I didn't bring any underwear." The sentence had confused Angela. "What's wrong with that?" A moment of awkward silence passed by. "The remaining piece of armor on me is connected to the black 'thong'. So if you undo it..." She made an 'Oh' after the sudden realization. She remembered he still has his male parts attached.

"No worries. I can borrow Hanzo's. Would you come to my room after I borrow his underwear?"

"Of course, Genji. How about we say in thirty minutes?"

"Sure thing. My room number is 519."

"Okay. Give me a call when you're ready."

Genji buckled his pants as he stood up. Angela closed the door after they both waved their good byes. She was now alone in her room, recalling the time when she was unscrewing Genji's protective gear, feeling a bit hot. Boy, does she need a fan to cool down from the excitement of seeing his fit figure.

Thirty five minutes later.

-RING-RING-

"Hello?"

"Angela. It's Hana. Where are you girl?"

"I'm still in my room."

"What's the hold up? You're missing out the fun. Jesse and Hanzo are having a drinking contest and boy, are they good."

"I'm waiting for Genji's call. He needs some assistance with his armor."

"That's funny. I just saw him talking to Hanzo during the competition."

"He needs to borrow some underwear from him. That's all."

"HE WEARS CLOTHES!?"

"Well, he is going to tomorrow. He's one of the groomsmen."

"Well, hurry up, Doc. Z. "

"Okay. I'll see you then. Bye."

She hung the phone up.

-RING-RING-

"Genji?"

"OMG, Angela! The guys are stink'n drunk and they're singing moon river together! It's so hilarious!"

"Hana, Please. I'm waiting for a call."

"Okay. Sorry. Bye, then."

Phone hung up again.

-RING-RING-

"I don't care what's going on now! Stop calling me!"

Silence

"Oh, my. Genji? Is that you?"

"HA HA! You were right, Hana! She did fell for it!"

"Lena!"

"Sorry, luv. I couldn't resist. Plus, I drank a few shots, too."

Phone hung up again, angrily.

-RING-RING-

She sighed heavily before picking up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Angela. Are you okay? You sound tired."

"Yeah. I'm fine."

"Sumimasen. Hanzo was a bit drunk when I found him."

"I know. Hana told me."

"Anyway, I found his underwear. Are you available now?"

"Yes. I'll be on my way."

"See you then."

"Bye."

The phone was hung up, she picked up the tools and the door was shut as she left the room.

Room 519. Angela knocked twice on the door. "Coming." The door opened and Genji (with no pants) greeted the doctor in. "So, Hanzo agreed to lend you his underwear?" "Yes. He'll agree to anything when he's drunk." He waved the tighty-whitey in his right hand. "Shall we?" Angela held up the tool, pressed the switch on it two times making the drilling sound. Genji nodded, the two of them sat on the bed. The drill unscrewing the last remaining piece on the cyborg, carefully removing the large white plate along with the black thong. She saw the member of the younger Shimada, the color is the same as his synthetic skin, reflecting the diffuse light. Not wanting to be rude, she shifted her sight to her left. It's wasn't any better. The mirror was directly facing the both of them sitting on bed, with Genji's legs wide open. She immediately stood up, facing against the door. "I'll give you some privacy. Let me know when you're done." Genji tilted his head. "Doctor Ziegler, are you shy of seeing my member?" Angela's cheeks turned light red. "I though that you wouldn't mind since that you must've seen it many times during my treatment ten years ago." By the hearing of that made her cheeks redden even more. "Well, I respect your privacy. Okay? Just get dressed." A few robotic chuckles escaped from his mouth. "Angela. It's okay if you look." "Then why did you need to borrow underwear in the first place?" "I did thought that you might be a little uncomfortable in this situation. But I didn't thought that you would really mind that much." Angela hesitantly turned around to the naked man. "So, tell me doctor. Do I look good?" "Y-You look... healthy." For god's sake, Angela! He looks delicious! His biceps, abs and strong thighs. You've been observing them for a long time during the past. Why couldn't you calmly look straight at him now? "You look gorgeous, Angela." He stood up and held her hand, pushing back the string of gold on her forehead to the side of her ear. They were close now, very, close.

---The Next day---

"I'M GETTING MARRIED TODAY!!!" The exciting, blinking girl barged in Genji's room without any warning. Tracer scared the dragon out of the Shimada that is still naked in his bed thankfully with bed sheets covering him. "Whoa! Oxton!" She exited his room, shouting with joy and heading toward the other rooms to do the same thing as well. The door slowly closed itself, making a click as it shut.

"Do you think she saw me!?" Underneath the bed sheets was Angela, naked, poking her head out when she was sure that the coast was clear. Two hearts were racing, still panicking of what just happened. "Morning Beautiful." Genji gave her a kiss on her head, a few seconds later the two of them were giggling about what they did last night.

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I finished this at 2AM so it's a bit messy, sorry. Comments and advice are appreciated. Thanks.

#gency #My first fanfic in English #It all happened in London #genji shimada #angela ziegler #Jesse McCree #lucio #D.VA #Tracer #Winston

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A Rose by Any Other Name

Author: Lopithecus Pairing: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Rating: General Word Count: 3679 Alternate: AO3, fanfiction.net Summary: Clark is receiving flowers from an anonymous person. Good thing Bruce is there to tell him the meanings of each flower. Warnings: N/A Author's Note: N/A Prompts: Based on this [X]

Clark is walking home with a paper bag full of groceries alongside Bruce who is going to be having dinner with him. Bruce had said he wanted to go over some League stuff with him and Clark had offered to cook dinner. Bruce had accepted which was kind of a surprise to Clark since Bruce hardly ever agrees to have Clark cook for him even though Clark knows Bruce likes his cooking. Clark suspects it has something to do with how well known Bruce Wayne is and Bruce wouldn’t want to be seen going into another, non-famous person’s apartment too many times. So Clark will take the win when it comes to him.

As they get closer to Clark’s apartment door, Clark talking idly to Bruce, they both see something on the floor in front of Clark’s door. They approach cautiously until they get close enough to see what it is. Clark picks it up in confusion and looks at it. In his hands is a single purple lilac. He looks at the card that is with it and reads it only to find out that all it says is Clark’s name in a neat scrawl.

“Who is it from?” Bruce asks, coming up beside him to look at the card.

Clark flips the card over and over. “It doesn’t say.”

Bruce hums. “Secret admirer?”

Clark huffs. “I doubt it. Clark Kent isn’t exactly one to draw attention to himself. There’s no way he would catch the eyes of someone.”

“I wouldn’t say that. You might not be that sociable as Clark Kent but you’re still handsome.”

Clark shrugs and begins to unlock his apartment door. “I’m sure it’s nothing.”

They both walk into the room and Clark shuts the door behind them. Bruce talks as the two take their coats off. “Sure it’s nothing with Valentine’s Day coming up and all.” Clark rolls his eyes at Bruce’s sarcasm. “Did you know purple Lilacs represent the first emotions of love?” Clark looks at his best friend skeptically and Bruce shrugs. “What? I have to know these things.”

Clark scoffs as he places the flower on the dining room table and the paper bag down on the counter. He starts to take things out. “As Brucie?”

“Precisely.” Bruce leans against the counter and watches Clark. “Who do you think it is?”

“I don’t know.”

“Someone with a new crush?”

“Maybe, if you’re right about the meaning of the flower.”

“I’m right.”

“Uh huh.” Clark turns on the stove to get it ready. “Do you want to help me make dinner?”

“You trust me to?” Bruce asks, amusement evident in his voice.

“I always trust you Bruce.”

*~~~*

The next morning, Clark almost steps right onto another two flowers that are in front of his apartment door. With a sigh, Clark picks them up and investigates the flowers. This time there is a white lilac with a purple rose. Looking at the card shows the same as yesterday; Clark’s name written in that neat handwriting. Clark shakes his head at the flowers in amusement, turning around and heading back into his apartment to place them next to the one he received yesterday in the middle of the dining room table. Taking one last look at the flowers with a huff, he leaves his apartment to head to work, pulling his cellphone out at the same time.

He texts Bruce, “So, what does a white lilac and purple rose mean?”

It doesn’t take long for Bruce to answer. “Together or separate?”

“Together.”

“Enchantment and love at first sight.”

Clark huffs again. “You’re kidding?”

“No.” A few seconds pass by before Clark gets another text from Bruce. “Why do you need to know?”

“I got more flowers this morning. This time it was a white lilac and purple rose,” Clark replies.

“Interesting.”

Clark smiles at Bruce’s one-word text and then puts his cellphone back into his pocket as he reaches the Daily Planet. He makes it all the way up to his desk before the thought of the flowers come back into his mind. Clark, before sitting down, looks around the office. There are a lot of people bustling around and no one is paying any attention to Clark. He would like to think that the first flower was just a fluke but it happened again this morning and that couldn’t be a coincident could it? Still, he didn’t notice anyone that would even send such a thing because no one even seemed to realize he was even there.

“Smallville!” Clark spins to see Lois walking up to him, looking determined and as if she is on a mission. It couldn’t possibly be Lois could it? No, she’s dating that guy in the IT department. “Perry wants us in his office like yesterday. Hurry up.”

“C-Coming Lois.”

*~~~*

There’s no flower when Clark gets home that afternoon but there is one the next morning. Clark smiles down at the orange rose as he picks it up and brings it indoors. He reads the note but like the other two, it’s just Clark’s name. He sets it down on the table and stands back to look at his collection of flowers. So maybe this wasn’t nothing. Maybe Bruce was right and Clark has a secret admirer. It kind of warms Clark’s heart to think about.

Clark pulls out his cellphone to text Bruce but this time, Bruce beats him to it. “Get anymore flowers this morning?” it says.

“An orange rose,” Clark replies with.

“Enthusiasm and desire.”

“So whoever this is, is enthusiastic about me and desires me?” he asks.

“Yes.”

Clark takes one last look at the flowers and then heads out, going to work. “I kind of wish the person would just reveal themselves,” he types.

“Maybe they will.”

“What if they don’t?”

“Give it time. They could be shy.”

“I guess,” Clark types, shrugging his shoulders even though Bruce can’t see. “Either way, it’s sweet of them.”

“Falling in love, Kent?”

Clark huffs a laugh. “No, it will have to take more than just sending me anonymous flowers to make me love someone.”

“We’ll see.”

Clark chuckles at his friend. “Whatever you say.”

*~~~*

The next day there is a red rose waiting for him. When he tells Bruce this on the phone by calling him this time, Bruce finds it highly amusing. “Wow, they took the plunge didn’t they? From enthusiasm and desire to enduring passion,” Bruce says, laughing.

“But this must mean they’ll reveal themselves now right, Bruce? I mean, a red rose is as romantic as one can get, right?”

Clark can hear the shrug through the phone. Bruce is currently at his office, typing on the computer by the sounds of it. Clark assumes he’s on speaker. “I don’t know Clark. Red roses are my go to flower. I don’t deal with any others.”

“Then why do you know so many meanings?” Clark asks, pulling his jacket a little tighter as he walks down the sidewalk to work. It’s a chilly morning and even someone like Clark doesn’t really enjoy it.

“I told you, I need to know these things. It helps to be prepared.”

“Of course,” Clark says, figuring he should have known that would be Bruce’s answer. “I hope they reveal themselves today then if the red rose is the last one.”

“Maybe they’re waiting for Valentine’s Day.”

“What?”

“Valentine’s Day,” Bruce repeats. “Maybe they are waiting for Valentine’s Day to come out and tell you who they are.”

“But what about the rose?” Clark asks, desperate.

“Look, I really don’t know Clark. I have to go. There’s a lot I need to get done today,” Clark can hear the irritation in Bruce’s voice but knows it’s not directed at him. It’s for whatever Bruce is currently working on.

“Okay Bruce. I’ll talk to you la-” The click of the phone indicates Bruce has hung up. Clark stops walking and stares at his phone with a sigh.

Typical Bruce.

*~~~*

Turns out, no one revealed themselves to Clark and the red rose wasn’t the last flower. “A pink orchid,” Clark says as soon as Bruce answers the phone.”

There’s the sound of a yawn on the other end and Clark feels a little guilty for waking Bruce up at 6:30 in the morning. “What?” Bruce asks sleepily.

“A pink orchid. What does it mean?”

“I take it the person didn’t come out?”

“Nope.”

“And the red rose wasn’t the last flower.” Clark can hear the ruffling of sheets as Bruce shifts and gets up out of the bed.

“Correct.” There’s footsteps on carpet and then on tile as Bruce enters the bathroom. “What does it mean?”

“You realize you can just look these up online Clark.” The phone is placed down and Clark hears the shower start up.

“I know but I like having you tell me.” Bruce hums, still sounding a bit groggy. He hears Bruce step into the shower. There was no sound of taking clothes off. “So, what is it?”

There’s another yawn before Bruce answers. Clark hears the shampoo cap pop. “Pure affection.”

Clark’s cheeks heat up. “Pure?”

“Yep.”

He chuckles in embarrassment. “That’s a little much for a secret admirer isn’t it?”

“Are you blushing?”

“No!” Bruce chuckles as Clark’s cheeks start to feel hotter. “You can’t possibly know that.”

“But I know you.”

“Whatever,” Clark mumbles. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Still telling yourself that?” Bruce sounds confused, the sound of his scrubbing stopping abruptly.

“No, that’s not what I meant.” Clark hears Bruce let out a small huff of a sigh and realizes he had been listening to Bruce with his super hearing. Clark’s blush deepens impossibly more and he stops listening so closely to his friend, not bothering to wonder what Bruce sighed about. It was probably just the shower anyways. “I meant me blushing. It doesn’t matter.”

“It matters if you are starting to develop feelings for your mysterious pursuer.”

“How could I possibly fall in love with someone I don’t know.”

“Maybe you do know them.”

“I doubt it.”

“Don’t doubt it quite yet, Kent.”

“Whatever.”

*~~~*

Clark is no longer surprised when he finds a flower waiting for him when he opens the door in the morning. In fact, he starts to expect it. Clark picks up the light red carnation and sniffs it deeply, feeling a warm feeling enter his chest as he smiles fondly into the flower. He takes a picture of it and sends it to Bruce. It’s not long before Clark’s cellphone starts to vibrate.

“Admiration,” Bruce says as soon as Clark answers the phone.

“So they admire me?”

“Seems it.” Clark sighs. “Is that affection I hear?”

“Don’t tease me,” Clark says in good nature.

“You’re asking for it by how sappy you’re acting.”

“I thought I was always sappy. At least according to you.”

“You are,” Bruce says. There’s a honk in the background and Clark realizes that Bruce is driving. “You’re just being more so right now.”

“You know you shouldn’t talk on the cellphone and drive at the same time.”

“I’m fine.”

“Also, did you check my text while driving? Bruce, that’s extremely dangerous.”

“I was stopped at a red light, don’t worry.” Clark hears a louder honk and he cringes at Gotham’s traffic. “As for talking on the phone while driving, I’ve got it under control.”

“I’m not worried about your driving,” Clark says even though he is. He knows exactly how Bruce tends to drive and it’s not something that is exactly super safe. “It’s the other drivers.”

“Look Clark, I’ll be fine. I’m Batman.”

Clark can’t help but chuckle. “Yes, you’re Batman.”

*~~~*

Bruce is eyeing the new addition to the flowers that have taken over Clark’s dining room table. “A pink rose. Interesting.”

“What does it mean?”

“Gratitude, appreciation, and admiration.”

“So,” Clark begins, handing Bruce the plate of food. They’ll have to eat in the living room since the table can’t be used currently. “The person must be grateful for me, appreciates me, and again admires me.”

Bruce hums as he sits down on the couch with his food and drink. “Must be.”

“But wouldn’t that mean they know me personally?” Clark asks as he sits down next to Bruce.

“Not necessarily. They could be admiring you from afar but know what you do for your job and so appreciate what you do and are grateful that you do it.”

Clark takes a bite of his spaghetti as he thinks about this. “This whole thing is strange, Bruce.” Bruce hums in agreement. “And the weirdest part of it is, is that I think I’m actually starting to fall for it a little bit.”

Bruce starts chuckling. “What did I tell you?”

“Oh shut up.” Clark playfully hits Bruce on the arm as the man laughs. “All I’m saying is it’s really sweet and I would love to meet her and maybe get to know her.”

“Does it have to be a female?”

“Well, no, of course not but you don’t see a lot of men giving flowers to other men.”

“I give flowers.”

“To other men?” Clark asks with a little chuckle.

“To my dates,” Bruce clarifies.

“Well you’re the exception then.”

“That’s because I’m a gentleman.”

*~~~*

Sunday morning greets Clark with a yellow rose at his door. “I didn’t even know there were yellow roses,” Clark says on the phone to Bruce. He can hear bats skittering around in the background which must mean Bruce is in the cave. He can’t tell if Bruce has just gotten in from patrol, hasn’t gone to bed yet, or if he just went down there as soon as he got up. “What do yellow roses mean?”

“Friendship and joy.”

“So it’s a friend of mine?”

“Possibly. It would make sense if they are doing this based off of flower meanings.”

Clark sighs and sits down on the edge of the bed. He’s holding the rose, the little thorns trying desperately to prick his invulnerable skin. “But how would the person know that I would try and figure out the meanings?”

He can hear the shrug that Bruce makes, Kevlar and armor rubbing together. So he didn’t just get up which means he’s been up all night. “I don’t know.”

“It also shortens the list of who it could be by quite a few people. I mean, I don’t have a lot of friends Bruce. There’s you and the League and then Lois and Jimmy but that’s about it. Well, except for Lana but she’s already married. We can also count out Lois and Jimmy since the two of them are already dating someone.”

“Then it’s someone in the League.”

“But it would have to be someone who knows my secret identity which narrows it down to the original seven. Arthur is married, Diana doesn’t seem the type to do such a thing… What about Barry or Hal?”

There’s a pause as Bruce listens to something on the computer. “Not Hal’s style. Could be Barry though. He and Iris are having a fight right now.”

“How do you know that?”

“I know everything.”

“Except who is trying to whoo me.” He hears Bruce huff. “Anyways, I’m pretty sure I heard Barry telling Hal that he was going to ask Iris out on Valentine’s Day so it’s probably not him. So that would leave Victor.”

“Cyborg? You really think it’s Cyborg?”

“It’s a possibility isn’t it? Why rule it out?”

“And if it is Cyborg?”

“I would have to let him down gently. He’s a little young for me.”

“You don’t age.”

“You know what I mean. He’s the same age as Dick.”

“Point taken.”

Clark then hears Bruce yawn. “Look, Bruce, why don’t you get some rest. I’m sure whatever you’re currently working on can wait a few hours.”

Another yawn is heard through the phone. “I think I will.”

“Sleep tight Bruce.”

“Thanks Clark.”

*~~~*

“A white carnation.” Clark says as soon as Bruce answers the phone. Clark is at work, having decided to not wake Bruce up so earlier this time. He can hear the faint sounds of music in the background and Bruce is breathing heavily. Clark comes to the conclusion that he must have been working out. “What does a white carnation mean?”

“Pure love and good luck.”

“Back to the pure but good luck?”

“We can assume they meant the flower only for the love meaning.”

Clark nods even though Bruce can’t see it. “You know, I’ve been thinking. It probably isn’t Victor.”

“What made you think that?”

Clark ignores the sarcasm from Bruce. “I was just thinking that at work I’m friendly with a lot of people. So, there could be some people here that believe themselves to be my friend.”

“So you fall in love with a mystery person and so you don’t want it to be victor because he’s half your age?”

“He’s not half my age.”

“Close enough.”

Clark sighs but he knows Bruce is only picking on him. “Anyways, it could be the IT girl that I always have to call up because Perry refuses to replace the computers in here or it could be-”

Bruce cuts him off. “You need new computers? Why didn’t you say so? I’ll get on that.”

“No, Bruce, that’s not why I said it.”

“Clark, it’s fine. You’re friends with the owner of the Daily Planet. You should be bringing stuff to my attention more instead of less.”

Clark sighs again. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“You do that.”

“Back to what I was saying. It could also be the mail delivery guy. Me and him talk to each other sometimes when he delivers my mail and he’s always been nice and kind of sweet. It wouldn’t be that hard for either of them to get my address.”

“All that stuff is supposed to be confidential. I’ll have to look into that as well.”

“Bruce,” Clark groans in disbelief.

“What? I want my friend to work in a place that he likes and feels comfortable in.”

Clark can’t stop the grateful smile that forms on his face. “Thank you Bruce.”

“Anything for you Clark.”

*~~~*

Valentine’s Day morning, Clark is disappointed to see no flower outside his door. He walks halfway to work with dejection weighing heavily on his chest until it hits him that today is the day. Today is the day that the person who has been sending him flowers will most likely reveal themselves. When Clark gets to his desk he looks around the office. It’s still as busy as ever, Lois not being here today since she’s spending the day with her boyfriend. Clark doesn’t see anyone looking at or even approaching him. He sits down and begins to work.

He works the whole day with anticipation running through him. He’s in good spirits but as the hours start to tick away, the more he starts to doubt the whole thing. Maybe it was someone playing a prank on Clark. That hurts to think about so Clark refuses to think it at all. The person is probably just waiting until the work day is over. Except when that time comes and Clark waits for a full half hour, no one comes up to him.

With a heavy chest, Clark walks all the way home, still sees no flower in front of his door, and enters his apartment. He’s surprised when he turns the lights on and sees Bruce standing there, bouquet of all the flowers that were sent to Clark in his hand. Clark shuts the door behind him and takes his jacket and glasses off. “Hey Bruce. What are you doing here and why are you holding flowers?”

Bruce holds the bouquet out to him. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Clark.”

Clark freezes and looks at the flowers and then back to Bruce. Clark starts laughing. “This is a joke, right?”

“When I started this, I didn’t think it was a joke.”

Clark’s smile falls and he listens to Bruce’s heartbeat. It’s beating fast in Bruce’s chest and that’s when Clark realizes he’s not lying. “You sent me the flowers?”

“I did.”

“You pretended you didn’t know who it was.”

“I did that too.”

A smile breaks onto Clark’s face and he walks up to Bruce. “That’s some pretty good acting. I had no idea you were behind it.”

“You came pretty close to guessing. You just forgot to add me to the equation when we talked about who in the League it could be,” Bruce says. He’s stalk still and Clark can tell he’s nervous.

“That’s because I didn’t think that you would love me like that.” He touches the yellow rose in the bouquet. “You do?”

“The flowers speak for themselves.”

Clark’s smile grows. “You said you only send roses.”

“To give me a little credit, the majority of them were roses.”

“You said the red ones.”

“Well you’re special.”

Clark touches the pink orchid. “I’m sorry for laughing and not believing you. That was really insensitive.”

“I didn’t expect you to believe me at first.”

“Still.” Clark runs his fingers over the purple lilac. “When?”

“When did I first start loving you?” Clark nods. “Since forever.”

“Then why the purple lilac?”

“To symbolize when I did start to feel love for you. I cemented that the when with the white lilac and purple rose.”

“Love at first sight.” Clark looks up and into Bruce’s eyes. “Bruce I-”

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, Clark, but I just wanted to let you know.”

Clark can’t believe Bruce would think Clark doesn’t love him as well. Clark has loved this man since the moment they met. He’s about to say so when something catches his eyes. He looks back down at the flowers. “Wait, this one is new.” Clark touches the dark red carnation. “What does this one mean?”

Clark hears Bruce swallow before answering. “Deep love and affection.”

Clark pulls Bruce in by the back of the neck and kisses him deeply.

A/N: Happy Valentine’s day! Thanks for reading! :) c

#DC Comics #SuperBat #Superman #Batman #Clark Kent #Kal El #Bruce Wayne #A Rose by Any Other Name #My Fanfiction #sfw

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