oh MY GOD THIS IS SO SO CUTE I AM DYING OH MY GOD
PLEASE TELL ME YOU HAVE MORE BERICA ART evilvirgo I AM DYING THIS IS SO CUTEEEEEEE. IF YOU DON’T, YOU SHOULD MOST DEFINITELY DO MORE BERICA ART.
Hope you don’t mind but I wrote a fluffy ass ficlet for this. If you mind, let me know and I’ll delete the post!
"Erica, you said no presents."
She rolls her eyes as she shoves her box towards him. She’d wrapped the present carefully, making sure that there were no wrinkles. Erica knows that Boyd’s received few gifts in his life, and she wanted to make sure that the ones he did receive are perfect. Erica watches him, her eyes flickering around his face. He’s staring at the box as though he’s never been given anything so nice before. It occurs to Erica that he probably hasn’t.
"I lied," she tells him with a nervous smile. She’s been planning this moment for the past three weeks. She’d rehearsed what she was going to say a thousand times. "Before you open it, can I just say one thing?"
His hands pause on the gift. Boyd tilts his head to look at her. “Of course, Erica.”
"I…you’ve been such an incredible friend to me, Boyd. I couldn’t—I couldn’t have gotten through these past few months without you. You’re the first person who ever truly cared for me, and I want you to know that I’m grateful. You’re important to me and I…I love you."
There’s no awkward pause, no moment to doubt herself, because Boyd’s lips curve upward and his eyes soften. He simply says, “I love you too, Erica.”
A knot in her chest untwists. She knows exactly how long it’s been there. Erica remembers the moment that Boyd stepped in between her and Derek six months ago. They’d been fighting, Derek had lunged for Erica, and she hadn’t flinched. She knew Derek wouldn’t hurt her; couldn’t hurt her. But then Boyd had stepped in and shocked them both. He’d growled at Derek, “Don’t touch her.”
She’d known, right then and there, that nothing would ever be casual between them again. There would never be any hesitation in the lengths she would go to make sure he stays safe; never a doubt that she would travel the ends of the world to find him. There had been so many dangerous situations that becoming werewolves had put them in, but Erica had never feared losing Boyd more than she had last week.
God, the witch had been so damn powerful. Erica and Boyd had been weak because of the wolfsbane. Stiles and Derek had been fighting, because they still hadn’t learned that they worked better together. Scott, Allison, and Isaac had been unaware that there was danger in Beacon Hills since they’d been wrapped up in the sheets. Malia and Kira had been trapped in the other room. Lydia and Jackson had still been on their trip to England. Cora and Laura had been shopping in New York.
They’d spent hours alone in that dark basement, waiting and wondering. Boyd had kept Erica close, rubbing his hands up and down her arms, and promising her that no matter what happened, they’d be okay.
And then the witch had taken Boyd away.
Erica had gone crazy, insane with worry, wild with determination. She’d destroyed the wolfsbane that had held her back, had fought the pain, and had gone to find him. The need to protect Boyd had been overwhelming, and the fear that something might have happened to him had been what ended up saving them.
Now it’s Christmas week, and Erica will murder anything that attempts to destroy the chance for Boyd to be happy. Safe, happy, and wonderful.
"We’ve been through so much," Boyd murmurs.
Erica nods. “Boyd?” She pauses. “Open your present.”
He flashes her a quick grin before he carefully undoes the bow on top. “I told you that Christmas breakfast with you would be enough. I didn’t need a gift.”
"You’ll like it, I promise."
Boyd peels away the wrapping paper carefully and frowns. “You got me a…set of pots?”
"No," she says, laughing. "That was just the only box I could find that it fit in, goose."
Boyd nods and then he opens the box. He glances at Erica, and she sees the delight and anticipation in his eyes. She leans forward to get a better look at his face. When he finally gets the box open, his jaw drops in surprise.
"Erica, you bought me a record player?"
"Yes! It’s really cool. I found it at the antique store. The guy said it was in great condition. You may have to replace the needle from time to time, but you’ve been collecting records for years without anything to play them on so I…"
Erica stops talking when Boyd looks at her. It feels like her heart is trying to escape from her chest. She’s never seen him so damn happy before. He leans in, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, and presses his lips against her cheek.
His face hovers near hers for a moment when he whispers, “You are the most amazing woman.”
She lets out a shaky laugh before he pulls away. He runs his hands over it. Erica pushes another present in front of him. It’s a bag with pink tissue popping out of it.
"Another one?" he asks, blinking in surprise.
"This one is a risk," Erica warns him. She wonders if he can hear the way her heart races now, and if he notices that she’s rubbing her hands up and down her thighs, nervous. He doesn’t seem to be too fazed by either though.
"A risk?" Boyd asks, almost as an afterthought. He glances at her. "You didn’t have to do this, Erica. The record player was already too much. I—thank you."
"Of course." Erica jumps from her seat. "I’m nervous. Shut the hell up."
"I wasn’t going to say a word," Boyd tells her, but he’s amused and it relaxes her a little. Only a little though.
She paces in front of the table. This one is a huge risk. It was an impulse buy. Actually, that’s a lie. She’s been thinking about this gift for the past two months, ever since she’d seen it in the window. Erica had gone into the store multiple times, always touching it, and wondering how Boyd would react to it.
"Erica?" Boyd asks. She pauses her pace to look at him. "It’s okay."
She rolls her eyes and starts to pace again, her heels clicking each step. “Just open it, okay?”
He pulls away the pink tissue, unfazed by the colour choice, and then he peeks in. Boyd’s face doesn’t give away his thoughts, but then he reaches in and pulls out the material. He holds it up. “A corset?”
"Erica, it’s not going to fit me. I think it’ll look better on a girl, don’t you?" Boyd teases. Instantly, she realizes that he has no idea it is for him. He thinks she mixed up her gifts.
Erica meets his eyes and holds them. “I bought that for me.”
"For…you. Then why did you give it to…me?" Boyd asks, his voice dropping down into a dangerously sexy tone. She can hear the hope and the want in his words.
"I thought you might like to see me in it." Erica takes a deep breath. "Thought you could tell me what you think of it?"
Boyd’s nostrils flare. He nods and silently holds it out for her. “I…I could do that.”
Erica grins, snatching the corset from him, and rushing into the bathroom. She changes as quickly as she can and when she comes out again, there are more presents on the table - but they’re not from her. Erica halts in her heel.
"Vernon Milton Boyd the fourth. I said no presents!"
"You broke our deal first!" Boyd exclaims, standing up.
"I’m allowed to!" But then Boyd is in front of her, his hands on her waist, and she can’t find it in herself to be mad anymore. "You weren’t supposed to."
"I can’t resist spoiling you," Boyd murmurs.
Erica smiles and leans into him. She slowly moves her hands up around his neck. “Boyd, what do you think of your Christmas present?”
"I think," he says as he moves his hands lightly up her back, and down again. It sends chills through her body. "That you are beautiful. And don’t think I don’t see right through this gift - it’s for you as much as it’s for me."
Erica snorts because, well, Boyd knows her well. She then scoffs, offended, when he turns away from her. But then he comes back with a small but long box. “Open it.”
She does, forgetting that she’s wearing a corset with matching panties, forgetting that they should be on the floor naked or he should be pressing her up against the wall. Hell, she forgets about the fact that they haven’t even kissed or admitted that they have romantic feelings for one another. She forgets because when she opens the box, she can’t breathe.
There’s a huge lump in her throat. In her hands is the most beautiful necklace she’s ever seen. It’s simple, small even, but it’s her. She lifts her head and smiles.
"If I could give you the stars, I would." Boyd takes the necklace out of the box. He unclasps it. She moves her hair out of the way, holding it up as he comes around behind her to put the necklace around her neck. "Since I can’t, this will have to do."
Her fingers play with the small silver star for a moment. She lets her hair drop when he’s finished and she spins around on her heels. “Boyd—”
"Erica, if it’s not obvious yet, I am in love with you."
She squirms a little before she lets out a small squeal and grins widely. “Boyd, I’m in love with you.”
"You’re incredible, but you know that you don’t have to…you don’t have to dress up like this to impress me, right?" he asks, brushing a piece of hair away from her eyes.
"That’s why I want to dress up like this," Erica murmurs. She leans into him, standing up on her tiptoes so that their faces are close. Her arms around his neck again. "I want to do things like this for you because you don’t expect it. You…you love me for who I am. I know that."
Boyd leans in closer to her, resting his forward against hers. “You can always wear things like this for me. Now if I don’t get my hands on you soon—”
"Touch me, Boyd. Touch me everywhere." Erica presses her lips against his.
Eventually, between the fourth and fifth time they have sex, they put on one of Boyd’s old records. They dance together because they can. Erica jumps on him, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him deeply because she can. Because they’re alive. Because they have no idea how much time they might have, and they have to make the best of it.
When Erica curls up in his arms around four in the morning, she can’t help but think that there will never be a better Christmas than this one right now. As long as she spends the rest of them with Boyd, she’s okay with that. He inhales deeply and holds her as though he’s afraid she’ll sneak out on him in the middle of the night. She sighs with content, hoping that he’ll learn quickly that she’s not going anywhere.
"I’m yours," she whispers. "All yours."
He snuggles closer to her, burying his face into her neck. “I’m yours. All yours.”
Fun fact: I was drunk once and I sent Hot Abs a snap with some shitty drawn stars on a black background and the words, I would give you all the stars or something along those lines. Luckily he simply thought it was cute and he didn’t think I was some crazy person.
I also need to officially write my Boyd’s Records AU that I’ve been thinking about and fangirling about for months now….clearly.
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