What happens when a lazy guardian angel is assigned to a human that works too hard and hardly gets in danger? Well, he has to find ways to entertain himself, of course.
IM BACK AND I WILL CONTINUE TO DRAG THIS SHIP ALONG BY MYSELF IF I HAVE TO DAMMIT
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion
Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion
Additional Tags: Beauty and the Beast Elements, Alternate Universe, i dont even know how to describe it, point is they arent themselves in this, Happy Ending, Fluff, Jaskier | Dandelion Has Feelings, cursed geralt
Summary:
When a large reward is put up for anyone that can kill a beast terrorizing the sheep of a village, Jaskier realizes that it's his chance to get his parents' barn fixed up. The barn gets fixed, but perhaps not in a way that Jaskier was expecting.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 9/?
Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion
Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Soft Jaskier | Dandelion, Good Parent Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Emotionally Constipated Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Fluff, Some Plot, Secret Relationship, Idiots in Love, Love at First Sight
Summary:
Ciri's favorite musician just happens to have a concert happening in the city near her birthday, and she convinces Geralt to get tickets. Geralt was expecting the audience full of screaming teenage girls. What he wasn't expecting was to get a crush on the singer.
It's fine though, it's not like he'll just run into someone famous on the street right?
Ciri’s favorite musician just happens to have a concert happening in the city near his birthday, and she convinces Geralt to get tickets. Geralt was expecting the audience full of screaming teenage girls. What he wasn’t expecting was to get a crush on the singer.
It’s fine though, it’s not like he’ll just run into someone famous on the street right?
Words: 1074, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon
Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Soft Jaskier | Dandelion, Good Parent Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Emotionally Constipated Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Fluff, Some Plot, Secret Relationship, Idiots in Love, Love at First Sight
Just because nobody else saw how much Geralt was in love with him didn’t mean he wasn’t. Jaskier knew the truth was very far from that, in fact.
Words: 5309, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion
Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion
Additional Tags: Anal Sex, Bottom Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Top Jaskier | Dandelion, Riding, Established Relationship, Idiots in Love, Soft Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Soft Jaskier | Dandelion, Scenting, Aftercare, Explicit Sexual Content, Enthusiastic Consent, Anal Fingering, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion
Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion
Additional Tags: Anal Sex, Bottom Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Top Jaskier | Dandelion, Riding, Established Relationship, Idiots in Love, Soft Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Soft Jaskier | Dandelion, Scenting, Aftercare, Explicit Sexual Content, Enthusiastic Consent, Anal Fingering, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings
Summary:
Just because nobody else saw how much Geralt was in love with him didn't mean he wasn't. Jaskier knew the truth was very far from that, in fact.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion
Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Soft Jaskier | Dandelion, Good Parent Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Emotionally Constipated Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Fluff, Some Plot, Secret Relationship, Idiots in Love, Love at First Sight
Summary:
Ciri's favorite musician just happens to have a concert happening in the city near his birthday, and she convinces Geralt to get tickets. Geralt was expecting the audience full of screaming teenage girls. What he wasn't expecting was to get a crush on the singer.
It's fine though, it's not like he'll just run into someone famous on the street right?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski, The Witcher (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion
Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion
Additional Tags: Accidental Courting, Fluff, Emotionally Constipated Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion Has Feelings, too many feelings
Summary:
In all honesty, it was Jaskier's fault. After all, he was the one that always insisted on getting closer to the action, no matter how many times Geralt insisted that he needed to stay back.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 5/?
Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion
Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, more will come later
Additional Tags: Modern AU, for Geralt and Ciri at least, does this count as, fairytale AU, sure why not, Geralt is a single dad, and he tries, (oh my god does he try), Fluff, self indulgent fluff, rating may change later
Summary:
After reading a fairytale to Ciri one night, Geralt wakes up in the morning with a stranger in his bed claiming to be the prince from the same fairytale. Now he has a child to take care of, and a stranger that is definitely delusional or on drugs to deal with.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter: 1/?
Rating: T
Pairing: Geraskier
Summary: After reading a fairytale to Ciri one night, Geralt wakes up in the morning with a stranger in his bed claiming to be the prince from the same fairytale. Now he has a child to take care of, and a stranger that is definitely delusional or on drugs to deal with.
Snippet:
"How did you get in here?"
"I don't know! One moment I was lounging about, playing for some beautiful fairies, and the next I woke up next to a very terrifying man-- you are quite gorgeous I might add, are you single?-- and with this!" The man gestured as best he could to the knife Geralt had still pressed against his skin.
Now Geralt didn't know what to think. Was this man…trying to flirt with him while he had a knife to his throat? He was definitely on some sort of drugs, despite how clear his eyes looked. His confusion made him pull the knife away just a bit, and the man visibly relaxed.
"Can you please put that away now? We can talk like civilized gentlemen, can we not?"
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth/Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright
Characters: Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Naruhodou Minuki | Trucy Wright
Additional Tags: Fluff, literally pure fluff, Domestic Fluff, brief references to aa6, theyre married and theres nothing you can do about it
Summary:
When Phoenix is sick on laundry day, Miles takes up the chore that is usually Phoenix's job. He's done it before, and there were no issues the previous times of course, but how was he supposed to know that Phoenix's favorite hoodie had wool in it?
Writing this made me crave lollipops and I had to go to Earth Fare for some before finishing writing this.
Anyways this is a Strawberry Cake drabble written for @askdoctoroliver and @ask-mr-luxembourg because they are still both sweethearts that deserve the world and more and I got inspired by an ask that luxmun got about lulu owning a candy store
Ship: Luxembourg/2p England (Doctor Oliver)
Rating: G
Themes: Fluff, Human AU
Word Count: 1,666
Summary: Claude always liked to think of himself as a sensible businessman, but on one day that was like any other, a customer unlike any other came in and unintentionally changed that.
Any baker or confectioner worth their sugar knew that love was a key ingredient in anything that was made. If it was made with love, it was sure to taste delicious. Perhaps that was why Claude ran one of the most popular candy shops in town. Or it could be the ambitious location of being on a corner downtown, right at the heart of the city. Either way, it brought in enough money for rent and more.
Claude made sure to keep a few options for dietary restrictions in place, and would sometimes make orders by request if it was for something like a party, but he charged much more for them. After all, in the time it took him to experiment and find a recipe that worked, he could have had many batches of his regular stock out.
Yet that day, his strict stance on upcharging would be challenged.
The bell that rang to signal the door opening was like any other, yet the customer that walked in wasn’t. Claude was immediately captivated by the young man that walked in. Strawberry blonde hair framed a thin face in a way that Claude could only describe as angelic, the description only being enhanced by pale blue eyes that scanned the shop curiously.
It took all of Claude’s willpower to snap his attention back to the customer he was ringing up. He quickly handed her the change and the pink and white striped bag full of…whatever it was she had ordered. Claude already forgot. He didn’t care.
“Are you looking for something specific?” he called over to the man.
The customer looked up and gave a smile that seemed almost embarrassed as he stepped up to the counter. “Do you have, er..healthy sweets? I realize that sounds contradictory, but I’m a pediatrician. We would like something healthier to give the children.”
“I can make something special for you,” Claude blurted out.
The young man held his hands up. “No, I don’t want to be trouble. I’m sure you’re very busy.”
“Not at all. It’s the slow month, and I have lots of healthy options for custom order. I have a few over there, but nothing that’s not without something I’m sure you don’t want, with the health of children in mind.” Claude pulled out an order sheet and a pen. “What’s your name?”
“Oliver,” the young man replied. “What can you make?”
“Plenty.” Claude pulled a binder out from under the counter and flipped to one of the marked sections.
“There are quite a few mothers who want sugar free, organic, non-GMO, vegan, dairy free, nut free, gluten free, you name it,” Claude explained with a light laugh. “If this is for kids, you want something that lasts right?”
“That’s correct, right now we have lollipops.”
“Perfect, I can make some lollipops for you. I can use…this recipe, substitute the flavoring for fruit juice, they’ll be healthy and sugar free but still sweet.” Claude flipped to the page that had the recipe on it. “How about some that are colored, natural dyes of course, and some that are clear so that their flavor is a mystery? Children like riddles don’t they?”
“They do, I’m sure they would love them,” Oliver agreed with a nod. “How soon would you be able to make them? I was told to only get a small amount first, to see how the kids would like them.”
“Tomorrow,” Claude offered. “I can have 72 done and ready to be picked up first thing tomorrow morning.” Kristen with her vegan gluten free cupcakes for her bratty son’s birthday tomorrow could wait. “I’ll make this batch free, since it’s a sample.”
“Oh no I couldn’t possibly ask you to—”
“I insist.” He would charge Kristen extra to make up for it.
Oliver looked unsure, but sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, if you’re sure. What flavors can you do?”
“If I’m doing 72, and some of them without coloring…” Claude pulled out some paper and scribbled on it for a moment before looking back up. “How does cherry, grape, watermelon, and apple sound? I can make 12 of each that are colored, and then 6 of the mystery flavors.”
“Can you replace the watermelon with strawberry?”
“Of course.” Claude scribbled down the order. “I’ll get to that right away. Can I have your phone number please?” He turned the order sheet around and pushed it towards Oliver with the pen. “To let you know when it’s ready, of course. I can email you instead if you would prefer.”
“Calling me is fine,” Oliver assured him as he scribbled down his number. “I will have to keep well in touch with you anyways, if this goes well.”
The words made Claude’s heart soar. He had to make sure that these lollipops were perfect. “I am sure it will.”
“Thank you very much, I will be back tomorrow to pick them up then!” Oliver turned to leave, but paused and turned back to look at Claude with a sheepish smile. “Oh, and would you mind making some extra in strawberry? As a side order, for myself. I’ll pay for those.”
Claude waved him off. “Absolutely not. Give me thirty minutes and I will have a batch of twelve ready.”
A corner of Oliver’s mouth quirked up. “That is no way to run a business, don’t you think?”
“I’ve had a good month.”
“I thought you said it was the slow month?”
“It’s still been good. I will be back in thirty minutes.” With that, Claude turned and went through the open doorway into the back to immediately get to work. He had screens in the back connected to cameras in the shop in case someone tried to steal anything anyways, but the only person that was already in the shop was Oliver. Claude knew just by looking at him that he was the type to never even dream of stealing anything. He felt his heart drop however at the sight of Oliver looking around, clearly looking through the threshold, and then quietly shuffle closer to the tip jar. There was barely anything in there, surely he wouldn’t?
Claude felt his heart crack a little as he watched Oliver lift the only €5 note in the jar out, set it on the counter, and then pull out his wallet. Claude wiped his hands on his apron as his expression darkened, ready to storm out there and tell him to get out, but stopped when he saw Oliver pull something out of his wallet, used the pen on the counter to scribble something on it, tuck it inside of the €5 note, and then carefully return the €5 back to the tip jar with whatever he left inside.
After checking through the threshold again, Oliver scooted away from the tip jar and busied himself with looking at everything else there was in the shop. Claude couldn’t help but give a soft laugh as he stirred the mixture. That was an adorable display, now that he realized that Oliver truly was the angel he saw him as. He wondered what was tucked inside the five euros. Was it a note asking for dinner sometime? His personal cellphone number, with a request to call him after work? Claude daydreamed about the possibilities while he waited for the mixture to boil further.
Without thinking about it, he poured the mixture on top of some sticks in his heart-shaped molds. Well, it was too late now. He shrugged it off and filled the rest of the molds. He had made enough for 16, but he wanted to try one for himself, so once they cooled completely he put 15 into a pink and white striped bag, sealed it with a sticker, and hurried back out to the main room to set them on the counter.
Oliver jumped in surprise at Claude’s return, and he shuffled over to the counter to grab the bag. “I appreciate you putting everything aside to make these.”
“Nobody came in anyways,” Claude reassured him, and smiled. “I would have known, after all. I have cameras.”
Oliver’s face flushed a light pink and he snatched the bag. “Yes, well, I must be going. Have a pleasant day, I look forward to picking up the rest tomorrow!” With that, he turned and strode out of the shop, the door giving a pleasant chime again.
The moment Oliver walked out of sight of the front windows, Claude snatched the five euros out of the tip jar and opened it up. Inside was a business card, and a tightly folded twenty euro note. Claude looked at the back of the business card, where it read in elegant writing:
‘Thank you. —Dr. Oliver’
…Well, that was disappointing. He sighed and stuffed the notes in his pocket, and he flipped the card over and set it aside. However, when he grabbed the order form to set it aside to reference later, the number caught his eye and he furrowed his brow. He looked at the number on the order form, then at the number labeled “Office” on the business card. They were completely different numbers.
His heart shouldn’t have skipped a beat like it did at the realization. It was a customer’s number, he was to only contact that customer as a business owner to tell him that his order was ready to be picked up. Nothing more, nothing less. Unless he asked to make it something more.
Claude sighed and went into the back to retrieve the extra lollipop he made, and he stuck it in his mouth. It was quite possibly the best lollipop he had made in a long while. He smiled and leaned against the counter with a soft sigh. Love truly was an important ingredient in everything.
Hello again! I wrote a oneshot for @askdoctoroliver and @ask-mr-luxembourg bc they’re both sweethearts that deserve the world okay
Ship: Luxembourg/2p England (Doctor Oliver)
Rating: G
Themes: Fluff, Human AU, Valentine’s Special
Summary: A florist and a confectioner are incredibly busy on Valentine’s Day of course, but that doesn’t mean they can’t celebrate it after they close up shop. Or, at least, celebrate it like friends do, right?
Claude = Luxembourg, Oliver = 2p England
Valentine's Day was always a busy day for a confectionery and a flower shop, as was to be expected, especially when the two sat next to each other downtown. Claude, a calm and patient man, ran the flower shop while the confectionery was run by Oliver, a cheerful and kind-hearted man that Claude swore was as sweet as his candies. During the day, Claude knew they would both be too busy for him to visit Oliver, but he also knew the day didn't end once their shops closed.
So, once he finally was able to close up shop at the end of the day, he was about to leave to see how Oliver did for the day, but his display for Valentine's Day caught his eye. Unsurprisingly he had sold all of the roses he had prepared, but a few pots of pink and red tulips remained. He looked over each of them with a scrutinizing eye before picking one with a pale blue pot and softer pink tulips. He locked up his shop and headed next door, relieved that Oliver hadn't left yet.
The bell gave a pleasant chime as he walked in. Claude always enjoyed walking into Oliver's shop. Soft pink wallpaper with swirling cream decorations covered the walls, complimenting the wooden shelves that usually held premade boxes of chocolates and candies, though only a few stray boxes remained after the day. A couple of small round tables sat near the entrance, for customers that wished to sit with a cup of tea or coffee to enjoy their sweets with. The glass case that held all of the single chocolates was covered with a sheet. However, Claude's favorite part of the shop was nowhere in sight.
“Mr. Kirkland?” he called out.
The back door opened, and Oliver strolled out a moment later, his apron dusted with powdered sugar. Claude noted that he must have had a busy day as well, if how mussed up his strawberry blonde hair looked was anything to go by. “I'm sorry, I'm closed-- oh, Mr. Weis!” He brightened up at the sight of the florist. “How was your day? Successful, I hope?”
“Very much so. I almost never had a moment to sit down,” Claude sighed at the memory of the constant rush that day.
“Your feet must be sore. Would you like to rest here for a while? I just made tea,” Oliver offered.
“Thank you, I think I will take you on that offer,” Claude said. Any excuse to stay in the cozy shop was good. He held the tulips out to Oliver. “I brought you these. Happy Valentine's Day.”
Oliver's ice blue eyes widened and he took the pot, turning it slightly to admire the pale pink tulips that were almost the same shade as his cheeks. “Oh, thank you. What lovely flowers, you're a kind friend to give me these,” he said. He took the pot and walked away to set it on the windowsill. “I was just thinking today that window could use some decoration,” he mused. “It goes so well with the wallpaper too, how thoughtful.”
He stepped behind Claude and turned the lock on the door, and pulled the blinds down over the windows and door. “There. I am glad you stopped by, but I cannot take any more customers,” he said. “Now follow me, before the tea gets cold.”
Claude followed Oliver into the back room, the scent of chocolates making his mouth water. The back room was almost more comfortable than the main shop, with a cushioned couch and coffee table across the room from the kitchenette area where Oliver made everything by hand. The kitchenette area had tiled floors, but outside of it was plush carpet that made every step much more comfortable than the hard wooden flooring in Claude's shop. A cinnamon candle flickered on the coffee table, next to a tray of chocolates and a radio that played soft piano music.
Claude sat down on the couch while Oliver went to the teapot on the stove and pulled out two mugs to fill with tea.
“I hope chamomile is alright. It was a busy day for me too,” Oliver said. “Would you like honey?”
“Yes, please and thank you. Chamomile is perfect,” Claude assured him. He couldn't help but stare at the tray of sweets sitting on the coffee table. A few chocolates and candies looked misshapen or off color, and some heart-shaped sugar cookies were darker around the edges than Oliver normally cooked them as. However, to Claude, who had barely anything to eat that day, they looked like the most appetizing things in the world.
“May I have some?” he asked, pointing at the tray.
Oliver turned to look at him and blanched at the sight of the tray. “Oh goodness, I'm sorry. Those were failed batches that were too deformed to give to children, I was eating them before you came in. I will get some better looking ones from the front for you. It's the least I can do for the flowers,” he said as he stirred the honey into their mugs.
Claude grabbed a misshapen chocolate, which he assumed was meant to look like a heart but looked more like a triangle with a small indent in the top. He popped it into his mouth, humming in content as the chocolate melted on his tongue.
“Mr. Weis--!”
“It tastes good as ever,” Claude assured him with a confident smile. “They may not look perfect, but they taste perfect and sweet as always, and that is all that matters, isn't it?”
Oliver carried the mugs over and hesitated for a moment, looking at the misshapen sweets before sighing and sitting down next to Claude. “If you insist,” he said, handing one of the mugs to Claude before taking a sip of his own tea.
“Was today a good day for you as well?” Claude asked.
“Yes, but quite busy,” Oliver sighed. “I came in at 4 this morning to make sure I had enough stock ready for the day, and I still ran out of a lot.”
“Do you have any plans for tonight?” Claude asked, scooting closer to Oliver until their legs brushed.
Oliver visibly tensed at the contact and he glanced to the side as he held his mug close. “No, I think..only baking tonight to fill up the shelves again.”
“That sounds like a lot of work. I can stay and help, if you'd like,” Claude offered, taking a sugar cookie off of the tray to nibble on it.
“Oh, I could not possibly ask you to do that. I'm sure you have your own plans,” Oliver defended, a light worried frown on his face.
Claude smiled and wrapped his arm around Oliver's shoulders. “I cannot think of any better way to spend Valentine's. We could make it a date.”
“Yes, of course, a date as friends, right?” Oliver said with a weak laugh. “Ha, that reminds me. I had prepared boxes of chocolates, with the chocolates in letters that said 'Happy Valentine's Day'. One young man asked for me to replace the 'v' in Valentine's with a 'p', so that it was 'Palentine's'. A valentine who is your pal. Isn't that clever?” he chuckled. “It's a palentine's date then.”
Ever the patient man, and also enjoying seeing Oliver so flustered, Claude pressed on. “I would rather have it be a real Valentine's date, Oliver.”
Oliver coughed and cleared his throat. “Yes, I suppose it is ridiculous to give it a different name, isn't it?” he mused. “A valentine does not have to be romantic, after all.”
“It could be romantic,” Claude insisted.
“Yes, yes, er, of course it can be, Valentine's is seen as a romantic holiday first and foremost, but friendship truly is just as important, and I am glad to have such a friend like you,” Oliver agreed, his cheeks red as he pointedly stared down and to the side at a spot on the carpet. “And I would greatly appreciate the help. The shop was nearly cleared out today.”
Claude wondered if the confectioner's head was filled with sugar with how sweet but oblivious he was. However, it was nothing new to him, so he only gave a small sigh and grabbed another chocolate to take a bite out of. Oliver was cute when he was flustered, though. “It's a good thing I stopped by then,” he said. “You know you can call me, right? You have my number.”
“Yes, but I have been able to handle it,” Oliver assured him as he sipped at his tea. “It's caused a few late nights and early mornings, but it is like this every year.”
“Is it not better to have company while you bake?”
“It does get quiet,” Oliver sighed. He smiled and gave Claude a small nudge. “But it's okay, because I've got you here tonight,” he reasoned. “What a wonderful Valentine's date, two friends baking together.”
“Yes,” Claude said, his grip tightening ever so slightly on his mug.
The piano music drifted lazily around the room as they drank their tea and ate the reject sweets. Oliver wished he could enjoy the comfortable silence that settled over them, but he sat tensed as Claude shifted to rest his cheek on top of his head. Cuddling was a friendly thing to do, right? Surely it must be. His cheeks warm, he shifted to try to get comfortable against Claude, though the tension never left his shoulders. He only hoped that Claude couldn't feel how hard his heart hammered against his chest, as if he had run across town. Not that he knew why, Claude was his friend. It was normal for friends to sit close to each other, right?
Oliver finished his second cup of tea quickly, worried about dropping the mug from his hands shaking. “Maybe chamomile tea wasn't the best idea so early,” he mumbled.
“Perhaps a quick rest before we start would help,” Claude suggested.
Oliver stood to gather up the now empty tray, teapot, and their mugs, trying to ignore how cold he felt without Claude's arm around him. He glanced back at the couch with pursed lips. “There's not enough room on the couch for both of us,” he pointed out.
Claude hummed in thought and took off his shoes to lay down on the couch while Oliver washed everything off.
“What if you sleep on top of me?” Claude suggested. Oliver nearly dropped the tray in the sink, and he turned off the water.
“What did you say?” he asked.
“You can sleep on top of me,” Claude repeated. “Lay down on top of me, and sleep.”
“No, no. I can sleep on the floor,” Oliver insisted. He walked back towards the couch, and moved to lay down in front of it. “Perfectly comfortable,” he reasoned.
“I think I would be more comfortable, and warmer too,” Claude reasoned with a mischievous smile.
“Yes but I am perfectly content down here, thank you.” To prove his point, Oliver turned on his side, his back to the couch. Claude turned to trail his fingers over Oliver's shoulder.
“You're too tense, you'll be sore if you sleep down there for any longer than a few minutes,” he reasoned. “You cannot be in pain while you bake, it might result in more mistakes.”
Oliver pressed his lips into a thin line. Claude did have a point, and if he could avoid making any errors in his sweets, it would be a good opportunity to take. He glanced over his shoulder at Claude, who gave him an innocent smile.
“So?” Claude asked.
“...I will just have to take a short nap then before getting to work,” Oliver reasoned, turning back over. It almost felt like he didn't need to nap anymore, with how fast his heart was racing. He jumped in surprise when Claude stepped over him to get up.
“Then I will sleep on the floor,” Claude said, sitting down on the floor cross legged. “So that you can sleep on the couch.”
“Mr. Weis, you are a friend and guest! I cannot let you sleep on the floor,” Oliver defended.
“Then I guess the couch will just have to go to waste, because I will not sleep on it unless you are sleeping on it as well,” Claude said, crossing his arms.
Oliver hesitated and sat up, looking at the couch and then at Claude. Would it really be so bad for friends to sleep on top of one another? As long as nothing happened, which it wouldn't, then it was just a friendly gesture. He gave a resigned sigh and got to his feet.
“Fine,” he said as he sat on the couch to take off his shoes. Oliver tried not to stare too hard at the triumphant smile on Claude's face as he laid down on his back and got comfortable. “Okay, come here.”
He looked over when he only got silence in response, and saw Claude covering his mouth as his face flushed bright red.
“What? You wanted me to lay on you a minute ago. Surely this is the same,” Oliver reasoned. Claude struggled to find the right words.
“Well, yes, but..I--” Claude paused and took a breath to regain composure, and he slowly hissed it out. “Okay.” He got up, stiff from trying to hold back how flustered he was, and hesitantly laid down on top of Oliver. He folded his arms on top of Oliver's chest to rest his head on, and try to hide his red cheeks.
Oliver only hoped that Claude was too flustered to notice how fast his own heart was racing. “Yes, I do think this is more comfortable,” he agreed, wrapping an arm around Claude. “I think this has already been one of the best Valentine's dates I have had in a while. Thank you for..for being such a good friend, Mr. Weis.”
Claude sighed and closed his eyes, unable to hide the slight smile tugging at his lips. “Of course. Happy Valentine's day, Mr. Kirkland.”
Cover art and story idea by @ask-mr-luxembourg, dedicated for @gedurfde-fortuin
Ship: Netherlands/Luxembourg
Rating: T
Themes: Fluff, nostalgia, light angst
Summary: A quick meeting for coffee makes everything better, though being able to see each other on a rainy afternoon already made for a perfect day.
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Jean-Claude (Jang) - Luxembourg, Abel - Netherlands, Lea - Belgium
Rain tapped on the window outside in a lazy pattern. Claude had given up trying to tap along and instead preoccupied himself with petting Abel’s bunny Nijntje, who seemed to think his lap was the most comfortable spot in the house. Nevermind the plush beds and blankets for burrowing that Abel had scattered around the cozy Amsterdam house for her. No, the most comfortable spot was clearly Claude’s lap, with her head tucked behind his jacket. Not that Claude minded of course. She didn’t shed much, and it gave him something to focus on while he waited for Abel to come back with the coffee he had invited Claude over for in the first place.
Claude would have offered to meet at one of the coffee shops around Amsterdam, but it was much better to stay at home when it was raining like this. Besides, nobody made coffee as well as Abel, or at least not to Claude. There weren’t many shops that he could enjoy a warm cup of coffee while a bunny cuddled in his lap either.
Abel finally returned with two mugs in his hands. He sat down next to Claude and handed a mug to him before looking down at his bunny. “Traitor,” he accused.
“Ha, she missed me I guess,” Claude said with a light smile as he gave the bunny a pat. The bunny nudged her way deeper under his cardigan in response. and Abel scoffed.
“Maybe if you came over more she wouldn’t miss you so much,” he said before taking a sip of his coffee.
Claude sighed and glanced back out the window at the sight of Amsterdam and the canal right outside the tall, thin building. The view may have seemed dreary to anyone else, but there were few places he would rather see when he looked out of a window. It was relaxed that day, pedestrians and cyclists occasionally passing by through the raindrops stuck on the long window. Claude couldn’t help but note with a bit of amusement that the building was similar to its resident, though Abel was far from thin like the building was.
“I would love to,” he mumbled, “but you know how work is.”
Abel hummed in thought, and Claude noticed the corners of his mouth quirk up. “You could live with me again.”
“I wish it was so easy.”
“It wasn’t that bad living alone with me.”
Claude looked down into his mug with a slight frown. “It was hard without Léa.”
Abel gave a solemn nod. “I know,” he muttered. “But you know what would have happened if you two stayed together.”
Claude gave a noncommittal hum in reply as he took a sip of his coffee. He almost jumped in surprise at the light touch that brushed over his arm.
“Does your arm still hurt?” Abel asked.
Claude felt his chest warm at the question. It was nice to be cared about, especially over something anyone else would consider too insignificant to note or remember. “…No,” he mused. “I forget that scar is there, sometimes.”
Abel gave a small hum in thought and looked at him out of the corner of his eye. “Remember when you tried baking for me and you spilled the flour all over yourself?”
“I told you, a mouse startled me. I could lift the bag just fine with one arm.”
“I still find flour in the cracks.”
“That’s impossible.”
“Tell the flour that.”
Claude chuckled and carefully shifted to lean against Abel, thankful when Nijntje didn’t seem to notice the movement. He gave a small sigh of content as he continued to drink his coffee in silence. His eyes widened when Abel shifted and a heavy hand rested on his head to give his hair a light ruffle.
“I’m glad you’re still here with us, little brother,” Abel mumbled.
The fuzzy warmth in Claude’s lap was nice, but it couldn’t compare to the warmth that spread through his body as his heart skipped at the kind words and the faint smile on Abel’s face. Claude took a long drink of his coffee in an attempt to hide his flustered smile, his eyes darting to the side. Abel showing him affection when they were alone like this wasn’t anything particularly new, but it still managed to surprise him every time.
“I’m glad too,” he finally admitted. He looked down at the brown and white bunny in his lap. “Someone has to give attention to Nijntje after all, since you clearly do not.”
Abel scoffed. “I give her attention,” he defended.
“Do you? I would not have known.”
Abel frowned and purposefully scooted away on the couch, and Claude pouted. He wanted to follow to keep leaning against him, but he knew there was no way to move that much without disturbing Nijntje.
“Now you aren’t giving me attention either? You’re so cruel big brother,” he whined.
“You’re the one that spilled flour all over my kitchen.”
“I told you I was sorry! Besides, we had fun baking after that didn’t we?”
Abel paused and glanced away with a sigh. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Even if you made a mess of my kitchen. I was happy you were done brooding.”
“I wasn’t brooding.”
“You refused to come out of your room for a month unless you had to eat.”
“I was sick. Getting my arm cut off was tiring, you know.”
“I had to drag you out more than once. You would hardly talk to me or look at me.”
Claude fell quiet and stared down at his coffee for several tense moments. “Léa always was such a happy presence around,” he mused. “It was obvious when she was gone. Painfully so.”
Abel gave a slight nod. “The house was much more quiet, with her gone and you brooding—”
“I was not brooding.”
“With you brooding, it was quiet.”
“I do appreciate you looking after me during that time. While I was sick,” Claude sighed. “I know you didn’t take it well either.”
Abel rolled his eyes and moved closer again to pat Claude’s shoulder. “At least you were still there. I was proud of Léa for being her own country.”
“I had to get independence too, eventually.”
“It was the only thing you would talk about,” Abel grunted. “I would ask you how you felt and you would tell me you wanted independence, or that you wanted to see Léa.”
Claude couldn’t help but laugh softly at the memory. He looked down when Nijntje shifted, and she squirmed out from under his cardigan to hop down onto the couch. She gave a small thump with her back legs, and Abel sighed and set his mug down to gently scoop her up to set her on the floor.
“That’s how she says she wants down,” he explained as the bunny hopped off.
“She’s smart,” Claude noted. “Pelutze is big enough, she can climb up and down from the couch without any problems.” He realized that he was now free to move, and instantly moved over to lean against Abel again as he drank more of his coffee as the rain tapped harder against the window.
Claude nearly choked on the last of his coffee when Abel’s arm wound around his waist and a soft kiss was pressed to the side of his head.
“I’m glad you could make it today, Jang,” Abel murmured. Claude wondered which was louder, the rain pelting the window or the way his heart hammered against his chest. He wasn’t expecting the Dutchman to speak Luxembourgish, even if it was only his name. He turned his head to catch Abel’s lips in a quick kiss, the brief taste of coffee shared between them. He couldn’t help but smile at the fluster written on Abel’s face, no matter how much he tried to hide it.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Portugal/Spain (Hetalia)
Characters: Portugal (Hetalia), Spain (Hetalia), side characters that dont matter
Additional Tags: Beauty and the Beast Elements, Antonio doesn't want to admit he's a furry, Fluff, Happy Ending
Summary:
When a large reward is put up for anyone that can kill a beast terrorizing the sheep of a village, Antonio realizes that it's his chance to get his parents' barn fixed up. The barn gets fixed, but perhaps not in a way that Antonio was expecting.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Portugal/Spain (Hetalia)
Characters: Portugal (Hetalia), Spain (Hetalia)
Additional Tags: Hand Jobs, Teasing, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Grinding, Semi-Public Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, country names used
Summary:
Spain should know better than to upset Portugal, and during the week filled with world meetings no less. (De-anon and clean up from the kink meme from a couple years ago)
Hiya! So I’ve been really busy on my ao3 account, but I’ve been kind of neglecting with crossposting to here. To avoid completely spamming the tags, I’m going to compile all of the LuxPort drabbles and oneshots I’ve posted since last updating here! Works take place in the canonverse unless specified otherwise.
DRABBLES
Decorations (Rating: T) - Portugal isn’t good with putting Christmas decorations up.
Bottle (Rating: T) - (College AU) João isn’t sure if the sun is too hot, or if it’s just Claude.
Another Bottle (Rating: T) - A misunderstood slight occurs during a game of spin the bottle.
Bound/Blush/Jewelry (Rating: E) - It’s hard to keep quiet.
ONESHOTS
Mini Vacation (Rating: T) - Portugal drags Luxembourg away from his desk for an impromptu picnic at night. (TW: Alcohol use)
Breaktime (Rating: T) - Sometimes they both need a break to cuddle and recharge.
A One Night Stand Gone Wrong (Rating: T) - One night stands were common among some of the nations. Being stuck well into the afternoon the next day due to a downpour...not so much.
IN PROGRESS FIC
Disguises (Rating: T) - When Claude is put into an arranged marriage with a princess he has only heard very little about, he's surprised to find that his bride to be was born mute. Or, perhaps, it's a secret that goes deeper than that.
