so guys im writing my first fic ever and i need to know if yous think its a good idea
so basically jekyll forgets its his birthday and gets really confused why everyones being super nice to him and why theres strange boxes appearing in his office (presents) eventually he gets super paranoid cus he thinks everyones tryna trick him or lure him into a false sense of security and when he tries to ask people why everyones being so happy and nice to him they just laugh and say like haha good one jekyll! and he cant even ask lanyon whats going on cus everytime he tries to go near him lanyon gets soooooper flustered and basically runs away with some half arsed excuse (sue me theyre in love <3)
so at some point everyone like drags him into a common room or something and he has full on convinced himself that everyones gonna straight up murder him right then and there (hyde doesnt help with this at all but i love him so its okay)
turns out its just like a little gathering for a sort of birthday party cus they know he doesnt actually like big massive gatherings (thats kinda self insurtive cus i hate stuff like that im not exactly sure why) but even then they still all like YELL happy birthday at him and he damn near shits himself and yells "THANK FUCK" which scares the shit out of everyone cus they have never heard him curse never mind SCREAM a curse word
eventually henry gets pulled into another room while nobodys looking (by lanyon obv) and he thinks its just to have a wee chat or some shite cus hes queer in denial but it ends up being a straight out of an american high school love confession on lanyons part so they start smooching and BAM BAM BAAAAM jasper walks in on them and everyone just freezes for a sec while jasper is just stood there with a peice of cake and eventually he just turns on his heel and LEAVES while henry is trying to defend himself like its his last damn breath but lanyon stops him and they smooch again
Summary: You who live on the other side of the world from him, can only wish to be able to meet him in person. One night, as you went out for an errand, you passed by a place near your home, which you never thought existed before, and with some phenomenon, your pen, with a past you’ve yet to uncover, lights up to bring you to London.
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Author’s note: This is based on this recent post for his birthday! Side note, assuming the reader lives in the Philippines, for the feels of being literally halfway round the world. I’m thinking of making it into a series, let me know what you think :) This story is assuming that Tom is still single. Any feedback is welcome, English isn't my first language, please be kind thank you! :)
February 9, 2025
The Manila night was warm, the air thick with the scent of street food and rain-soaked pavement. You moved through the quiet alley, your errand almost done, your sling bag lighter now—just a few coins, a pen, and nothing else.
The fountain pen.
It wasn’t special. Not really. Just something passed down in your family—its golden cap worn, its body smooth from years of handling. You never thought much of it, never questioned why it still worked despite never needing an ink refill.
Not until tonight.
As you passed beneath an old wooden archway, something pulled at you. You hesitated. That arch wasn’t there before—at least, you had never noticed it. Vines curled along its edges, faint carvings etched into the beams, their meanings lost to time.
Your fingers brushed against the pen in your bag.
It was warm.
A flicker of light pulsed from the carvings. A whisper—too soft to catch—drifted through the air. The pen trembled in your grip, and as you pulled it out, something glowed along its side.
An inscription.
It had never been there before. Or maybe it had—just hidden, waiting for the right moment.
The words burned briefly in golden light before vanishing:
"Return to the place it remembers."
The air shifted. A force pulled at you.
For a heartbeat, you were weightless.
Then—
The scent of aged wood, theater dust, and expensive cologne filled your lungs. You stumbled forward, catching yourself against a polished railing.
No humidity. No street noise. Just the muffled sounds of laughter and clinking glasses.
A toast was being raised somewhere nearby. A voice—deep, familiar—rang through the room.
"Happy birthday, Tom!"
You caught your breath.
You weren’t in Manila anymore.
You were in London.
And the pen in your hand was still warm.
You didn’t want to believe it, but as you turned slowly, your eyes landed on him.
Tom Hiddleston.
He stood in the center of the room, holding a cake up high as someone filmed him, laughter echoing through the space. Before you could process it, the door to the room began to close.
You muttered under your breath, “It really is him…”
A sudden sense of panic jolted through you as footsteps approached. Someone was heading toward the room.
You frantically scanned your surroundings for a place to hide and darted behind a pillar, pressing yourself against it as if it could make you invisible.
Peeking out, you saw her.
Hayley Atwell.
She was just about to enter. And then—her head turned.
As if sensing something.
Your breath hitched. You ducked back just in time.
A few seconds passed. The doors closed behind her.
Relief flooded you. She didn’t see you.
Carefully, you stepped away from the pillar, glancing around for an exit. You needed to get out, to figure out where you were—how you got here—
And most importantly… how to get back.
Walking down the carpeted path, you reached the theater doors. And, being the frustrated theater enthusiast that you were, you took advantage of the opportunity to slip inside, confident that no one would be around—after all, it was a Sunday.
Luckily, as you stepped in, the stage was empty. No rehearsals. No cleaners moving through the hallowed hall.
You weren’t a performer… not anymore.
Once, you had enrolled in theater workshops, dreamed of studying performing arts. But they told you there was no money in the arts. It was good for passion, they said, but as a career? Not practical—not for a middle-class Filipino family.
Now, standing in the dim glow of the theater, memories stirred. That old, familiar spark flickered to life.
You walked toward the stage, stopping just below it. Turning, you let your gaze sweep over the empty seats, but in your mind, they were full—faces watching, whispering.
"You don’t belong here.""Look at your clothes. That’s not proper theater attire."
You closed your eyes. Inhale. Exhale.
Then, softly, you began to sing the song playing in your mind—“Hallelujah” by Tori Kelly.
“Now I've heard there was a secret chord”
“That David played, and it pleased the Lord”
“But you don't really care for music, do you?”
“It goes like this the fourth, the fifth”
“The minor fall and the major lift”
“The baffled king composing "Hallelujah"”
"Hallelujah, Hallelujah"
"Hallelujah, Hallelujah"
"You say I took the name in vain"
"I don't even know the name"
"But if I did, well really, what's it to you?"
"There's a blaze of light in every word"
"It doesn't matter what you heard"
"The holy or the broken Hallelujah"
"Hallelujah, Hallelujah"
"Hallelujah, Hallelujah"
"I did my best, it wasn't much"
"I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch"
"I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you"
"And even though it all went wrong"
"I'll stand before the Lord of Song"
"With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah"
"Hallelujah, Hallelujah"
"Hallelujah, Hallelu..."
"Hallelujah, Hallelujah"
"Hallelujah, Hallelu..."
"Hallelujah"
Your voice filled the stillness.
Silence followed.
Then, just as you were about to turn and take a seat—
A voice. Gentle. Curious.
"Who’s there?"
Frozen in place, you slowly turned toward the direction of the voice.
And there, by the theater door, stood the man you never thought you’d meet in person.
Fanfic written for and completely on what I thought was Geordo’s birthday (Aug. 19); the birthday is actually August 20; sorry Alan, couldn’t lug you in. I should have started earlier. Determined to post SOMETHING, anything, however, since I completely did not complete my Katarina-birthday fic in time.
Very GeoKata, written after their marriage, with some innuendo. Can also be found on ao3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/41153580
***
Geordo’s twenty-second birthday was shaping up to be his best ever.
Which was saying something, because his twenty-first birthday was absolutely bonkers amazing.
After all, his twenty-first birthday was his first as a married man. He’d married Katarina months before, at the beginning of summer, and had still been newlywed-giddy at his good fortune. (To be honest, sometimes he woke up and looked at Katarina’s sleeping face and still felt some of that unbelieving, ‘am I really this lucky’ giddiness slide into him.)
His parents had thrown him and his twin brother a huge birthday feast, and Duke Claes had gifted his daughter and new son-in-law a pretty little estate, Château de Claumont-sur-Anduin - a charming château on the banks of the river Anduin, quite close to the main Claes manor. At the time of his twenty-first birthday, Geordo had managed to exile and/or bankrupt the most vehement of Katarina’s detractors and the court was much more welcoming of her now - partly because of Geordo’s efforts, partly because of Katarina’s unconscious charm.
And during the birthday ball, as a married man he had been able to spend all his time with his young wife, which he had happily done, never leaving her side for even a minute, and exulting in his privileges.
Keith had tried his old stand-by of pointing out the many nobles wanting the prince’s attention. Geordo, reveling in it, had agreed happily and gone off to greet them - making sure that Katarina came too, ostentatiously on his arm and pressed as close against him as he could get her to. Geordo still smiled when he remembered Keith’s face at that time.
So yes, his twenty-first birthday had been amazing.
But his twenty-second was better.
***
There was no party, no feast, no opulent presents.
What it did have was his adorable wife waking him with a kiss and a joyous, “Happy birthday Geordo!” and a small, hand-bound booklet of paper slips.
Each slip of paper had, in careful print lettering,
”Birthday Coupon: One (1) Favor
For Geordo Stuart
From Katarina Stuart”
She’d beamed and cuddled into him as he read the booklet, explaining how it could be massages, hand-made drinks, or vegetables fresh-picked from her garden, (“The bell peppers are coming in really well!”)
“I have a real present for you too,” she’d confided, shyly, when he was silent too long staring at the little booklet. “So - so don’t worry about this being the only thing. It’s just, I thought, it’d be fun...?”
“My darling wife,” Geordo told her, rolling her over into the blanket and pressing kisses all over her face. “This is the best present ever. And I know exactly what I want to use them on.”
“...?”
***
The letters came out from Claumont in the late morning, politely apologetic and borne by swift messengers to each relevant party.
Claumont-sur-Anduin, August 19th.
My dear ________,
I regret extremely that we are obliged to rescind our promise to appear at the birthday celebration held today at the palace.
Most unfortunately, my wife and I have fallen slightly ill and I have judged it better if we do not go abroad until we have quite recovered our health. However, I am pleased to report that the doctor has assured me the illness is not serious at all and that a few days’ rest should have us up and about.
I trust this will not inconvenience you. It is a great disappointment to us, as we longed both to see you and to sample the delights of the palace kitchens.
My wife unites with me in kind remembrances.
I am ever,
Yours very truly,
Geordo Stuart, Third Prince of Sorciere
And the third prince and the third princess do not appear in public for the next few days.
***
“What was it you said the prince had?”
“Well, I only overheard him sayin’ it to the doctor, but it was something like ahsyno...asynousía?”
“Sounds bad.”
“Doctor didn’t seem to think so. He laughed and nodded and said a good dose of culbatizing exercise would set the prince right.”
“What’s culbatizin’?”
“Search me.”
Summary: It is June 17th today, which means KJ Apa’s 22nd birthday. And you decided to grant one of his wishes today.
Pairing: KJ Apa x reader
Warning: all kinds of smutty business. Oral man receiving, dom KJ, bondage, daddy kink, unprotected sex.
Words: 1.2k
You always talked with your boyfriend, KJ Apa, about your sexual fantasies and desires, but you never really acted on them. Today was his birthday and you couldn’t think of a better opportunity to grant his wishes.
KJ was amazing in bed and he always knew where to touch you and how to please you, but you guys never did anything too crazy. Just a couple of days ago when you and KJ were talking you found out that he secretly would love to have control over you in the bedroom. You never thought you would be into submission, but for KJ’s birthday you were willing to try it.
You had a special but simple night planned for him. You knew he was never the one for big romantic gestures, and neither were you for that matter. You still had a couple of hours before KJ would be home from work. So you decided to make dinner and bake a birthday cake.
Just minutes before KJ was supposed to be home you lit some candles and dimmed the lights to set the mood. You heard the front door open and you ran into KJ’s arms. “Happy birthday, baby!” you screamed overexcited. KJ laughed because of this cute event. “Thank you, (Y/N).” You grabbed his hand and led him to the kitchen. “So, I was planning on making you your favorite meal, but it turned out I’m a horrible chef. So, I ordered pizza instead. Hope you don’t mind.” you said innocently. “Of course not! As long as you will be there to eat it with me.” KJ said as he kissed you softly. The pizza was gone in no time and you walked back to the kitchen to get the cake you baked, which surprisingly turned out pretty nice.
After you both had a piece of cake and KJ repeatedly telling you how delicious it was you turned around to face him. You slowly walked up at him and once you were close enough you started whispering in his ear. “Baby, do you remember the other night when you told me you’d like to take controle in the bedroom sometime. Well, I figured tonight would be the perfect occasion to spice things up a little.” KJ’s eyes widened and before you could say anything else KJ was already kissing you harshly and more passionate than ever. His large hands started to roam your body. “Fuck, daddy.” you moaned unconsciously. KJ stopped with everything he was doing and he looked up at you. “What did you just call me?” he asked huskily. “I’m sorry KJ, I didn’t mean to call...” “Don’t apologise, sweetheart. In fact, you’re going to call me daddy for the rest of the night, understood?” KJ interrupted you. “Yes daddy, I understand.” “Good girl, now let’s continue this in the bedroom.”
KJ picked you up and carried you to the bedroom. He threw you on the bed with force and you had to admit that you loved this side of him. KJ couldn’t wait any longer and ripped your clothes of your body leaving you naked and vulnerable. KJ took off his own clothes as well in record time. “Go sit on your knees, love. It’s time for my birthday present.” “As you wish, daddy.” you say seductively as you lowered yourself to your knees and started pumping his length. You licked a strip on the bottom of his shaft, making sure to put a little pressure on his vein with your tongue, causing him to groan with pleasure. “Now be a good girl and take all of daddy’s cock in that pretty little mouth of yours.” “I would love to, daddy.” you said as you took him all in, causing you to gag a little. KJ started pulling your (Y/H/C) hair, which made you moan. The vibrations causing KJ to moan your name. ‘Fuck babygirl, I’m close. Can daddy come in your pretty mouth?” You nodded and opened your mouth, while pumping his length. KJ came with a groan and hot strings of salty cum spurted into your mouth. You swallowed his cum as you looked up at him with innocent eyes. “Daddy tastes so good.” you said and KJ nearly lost his mind.
You stood up and KJ tossed you on the bed again. “God you’re gorgeous, sweetheart. Just stay here, daddy will be right back.” KJ said as he left the room. He came back a little while later with a set of handcuffs. KJ smirked up at you as he cuffed you to the headboard of your bed. You never thought he would be into bondage, but you definitely weren’t complaining. KJ kissed down your body starting with your neck and trailing down your breasts and stomach to your core. He teased you a little with his tip, but he couldn’t hold it any longer and slowly entered you. He made sure that you were adjusted to his size before he started to move. “Oh daddy, please harder.” you begged. KJ followed your order and slammed into you, while quickening his pace. He was going faster than you thought was humanly possible.
KJ grabbed your legs and pushed them up towards your still cuffed hands. Magnifying your pleasure because of this new angle. You were now screaming and you never felt so good in your life. You wanted to grab KJ’s shoulders and leave marks with your nails, but you were helplessly cuffed to the bed. “Please daddy, let me touch you.” you whined. “All right then, because you behaved so well, darling.” KJ released you from the headboard and you immediately grabbed his shoulders and scratched his skin as you came hard. KJ however wasn’t quite done with you yet. “Get on all fours now, princess.” he ordered. And you happily obeyed, while you were excited to try a position for the first time with KJ. You got on your knees and elbows and without a warning KJ slammed into you again, causing you to scream out of pain. Seconds later you were screaming out of pleasure when KJ occasionally slapped your ass, knowing it would leave a visible mark. It didn’t take long for you to feel the pleasure building in your stomach. KJ’s thrusts became sloppy and you could tell he was close. “Please daddy, I want you to come inside of me.” you moan. That was all KJ needed and he came hard inside of you. The feeling of him releasing inside of you got you over the edge and seconds later you were coming yourself.
You both collapsed on the bed. Fatigued. “Oh my god, that was the best birthday ever. Thanks, (Y/N).” “Thanks? I should be thanking you.” you laughed. “You sure I wasn’t going too far? You know with the cuffs and all...” “Absolutely not! The cuffs can stay.” KJ was relieved to hear that just a little bit more than he would admit. “I can’t wait till your birthday, (Y/N), because I’m definitely going to fulfill your fantasy then.” KJ said with a smirk. “Mmmh, I can’t wait.” you said while kissing him on his lips.
aHHHH MY BIRTHDAY IS THE TUESDAY BEFORE YOURS mwuaha, Kaiba lovers and december babies in synch-
1) Happy birthday my fellow December baby! :D
2) Please accept this small gift! (Whoops. Actually it got long on me. Why does everything get long on me?)
When you arrive at work, there’s already a flood of flowers decorating your desk. The arrangement doesn’t just have your favorite flowers but is accented by white roses and vines of tiny flowers. Everything is perfectly arranged on your desk as if the florist had created the arrangement for the space.
Knowing Seto Kaiba, that’s probably true.
About ten minutes before it’s time for your lunch, you get a delivery of food from your favorite restaurant. There’s no note, but you know who is responsible.
Then, at the end of the day, when you make it home from work, you find a dress sitting out on your bed. The dress is midnight blue with silver stars falling down from the bodice and a skirt that brushes the floor. It’s the sky at night and comes with a note asking you to be ready at 7.
You’re not sure why you feel pleased and a bit surprised. The flowers alone had been beautiful. The lunch had been divine with all your favorite foods. And now dinner?
He knows how to make a girl feel special.
You get ready for dinner. The dress gives you an idea of what to expect as you fix your hair and pick out shoes. Once you’re done, you hope that you look nice.
He arrives at 7. When you answer the door, he’s wearing a suit. He raises an eyebrow as he looks you over. There’s a moment of silence.
“You look nice,” you say, but it’s an understatement. The suit allows you to admire his shoulders and chest.
He smirks. “I knew that dress would look good on you.”
You understand the compliment, no matter how indirect. He thinks you look good, and you can feel your cheeks stretch as you grin.
He puts his hand on your door, stopping you from closing it. “You might need a jacket.”
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.” His mouth turns up on one side. He’s pleased with himself.
You let him keep his secrets as you dig out a jacket that won’t ruin the look of your dress. You don’t have anything that fits the dress well, but you find a jacket that will work.
Then you follow him outside to his car. “I didn’t know you knew how to drive,” you tease as he opens the passenger door of a small two-seater.
“I know how to do everything.” He helps you into the car as you try to think of a response for his cocky statement. He shuts the door and goes around to the driver’s side so he can slide into his own seat.
He starts up the car, and you watch as he switches gears. “Stick shift? Well I suppose your ability in racing games doesn’t mean much IRL.”
He takes the bait, shooting you a glare. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh IRL means in real-”
“I know what IRL means.” He accelerates, cutting around a few cars, and you wonder if you should be surprised that his driving is aggressive. “Beating me at a game on your ancient console with a small controller doesn’t mean anything.”
You smirk. He’s so easy to rile up. You place your hand on top of his. He might have a point. Your controller wasn’t made for his man hands. “Just try not to crash into anything.”
When you arrive, he parallel parks his car in a small space as if he has something to prove. It’s a space you would never try to squeeze a car into, but he doesn’t need to know that, and you don’t drive real cars anyway.
You get out of the car and look around. “Where to?”
He takes your hand and pulls you in the right direction without a word. Walking hand-in-hand with your boyfriend, you enjoy the sight of downtown Domino at night. Kaiba stops in front of a building that looks more like a business, and you assume he must be joking. “This place looks closed.”
“The restaurant is on the roof.” He leads you to the front doors. The lobby inside is lit up, but there’s nobody around as the two of you walk over to the elevators. He presses the ‘up’ button and one of the elevators opens with a ding.
Inside he presses a button at the very top labelled “R”.
“I rented the restaurant out for the evening, but I brought in my own chef.”
“The food is that bad here?” you joke.
He shrugs. “I wouldn’t know, but today didn’t seem like the right day to find out.”
The elevator opens, revealing a rooftop terrace. The entire rooftop is covered with a spiderweb of tiny white lights, and there are plants all around.
A woman steps forward to greet the two of you. “Hello Mr. Kaiba. May I escort you to your table?”
There’s only one table, but he inclines his head and follows her to it.
She holds out the chair for you, and then flips the cups on the table so they’re no longer upside down. There’s a bottle of water on the table, and she unscrews the top before filling the glasses. Then she places the bottle back down on the table. “I’ll let the chef know that you’re here.”
You watch as she walks over to a small set of stairs and disappears, leaving the two of you alone.
“This place is beautiful.”
“Good.” He reaches out to grab your hand and holds your hand on top of the table for a moment. “Do you want your present now or later?”
“Seto!” You glare at him, but the glare is more playful than serious. “I told you not to get me anything!”
“So you want your present later?”
You dither for a moment, but then curiosity wins out. “Well, if you insist...”
His smirk is almost a smile now. “We can wait.”
“No, no!” Now he’s just being mean. “Now I want to know!”
“Well, I know you said not to give you anything for your birthday,” he says as he pulls a box out of his pocket. He holds the box out toward you and opens it to reveal a ring with a massive sapphire. “But I couldn’t ask you to marry me empty handed.”
You just stare at him, as he takes the ring out of the box and then takes your hand. He hesitates with the ring near your ring finger. “Is that a no?” he asks.
“Yes!” you cry out. “I mean, yes, I’ll marry you!”
He slides the ring onto your finger. It’s a perfect fit of course, and he entwines his fingers with yours, letting your hands rest on the table.
It’s only later that you realize he managed to get away without actually asking you to marry him. Smug jerk.
Happy Birthday, @katana-no-neko I’m so glad we’re mutuals. I’m sorry I missed the actual day, but I hope you like it. It was kind of inspired by @warlordgab ‘s analysis, which you should check out here. I can’t believe I never thought of it before, but anywayyys. Happy Birthday, again! Enjoy!
Nalu: It was Love
Lucy was trying to ignore the rest of the guild, leaning over to write notes in the margins of her secret manuscript. Maybe the guild wasn’t the best place to write, but she was so used to the sounds, the smells, the rowdy laughter. It was home, and what better place to gain inspiration? Still, there were some distractions. Mirajane and Erza, for instance, were casting furtive glances in her direction and whispering. They had been for the past several minutes and it was really starting to get on Lucy’s nerves.
What are they talking about?! Was it something I did? Or… is my skirt sticking up in the back? She frantically brushed her hands over her back. No, it was fine. And then Mirajane laughed, and Lucy glared over at the two of them.
“What?! Do I have something in my hair?”
“W-what? No,” Mirajane shook her head.
“We were having a debate,” Erza replied.
“About what?!” Lucy snapped, still trying to figure out why in the world they kept looking at her.
“Mira thinks you’re in love with Gray,” Erza said. Lucy blinked.
“Gray?” She glanced over at her friend. He was sitting next to Juvia, who was offering him some sort of baked good she had made the night before. “Juvia would kill me.”
“But,” Mira leaned over, “Do you love him or not, Juvia’s always talking about how you’re her love rival.”
Lucy shook her head with a laugh. “That’s just a fantasy. Gray’s only a friend.”
“Okay then,” Mira crossed her arms, and then Lucy remembered they had been having a debate. About what?! “Erza thinks you’re in love with Natsu.”
“Natsu?!” Lucy choked, her whole face flushing. “That’s crazy!!!”
“See?” Erza said. “I told you.”
“What do you mean ‘I told you’?!” Lucy gasped, “I am not in love with Natsu!”
“You’re reacting completely differently than when we asked you if you were in love with Gray. Look, your face is all red.”
“I—” Lucy pressed her hands to her cheeks. Hot. My cheeks are hot. She shook her head and glanced over at where the dragon slayer was sitting, laughing with Gajeel and Levy. He was leaning back in his chair. He looked so happy, carefree. His smile… “No! I’m n-not…!”
“Stop denying it,” Mira sang, “Don’t worry, Lucy. We’ll make sure you get your dream-guy.”
“What are you guys, matchmaker fairy godmothers are something?!”
“Mira is an expert in the field of matchmaking,” Erza said. “After all, look at Alzack and Bisca.”
“We were on Tenrou Island when they finally got together!” Lucy choked. “How can you call that a success?!”
“Listen, you want Natsu, Lucy—”
“No, I don’t!”
“—then you have to go get him! There’s no way Natsu is going to see this for himself.”
“I…” She glanced over at Natsu again, and he caught her eye and grinned. His grin makes me melt every time. Maybe she was in love with Natsu? The thought made butterflies dance in her stomach. She stood.
“Yeah!” Mira said, clasping her hands together, “Go talk to him!”
“L-leave me alone!” Lucy gasped, grabbing her manuscript and dashing through the guildhall doors. What are these feelings?! They can’t be love! Outside, in the street, someone reached out from behind her and grabbed her hand. “I said, leave me alone, Erza!” She tried to wrench free, but—
“Lucy?” Natsu! He was holding on tight. “I… I saw you run out! Are you okay?” Her heart was pounding, like it always did when he held her hand, only this time it seemed different. It meant something more.
“N-no,” she said, “Erza and Mira think… they think I’m in love with you.” Did I really just say that to him?! Natsu’s cheeks flushed bright pink. His eyes wide.
“…Are you?”
“W-what?!”
“Are you in love with me?”
Lucy’s breath caught in her throat, “I…” The way he makes me feel… is that love? She had never felt that way about anyone else—only Natsu. “I…think I am.” She was slowly coming to terms with the realization. Natsu was staring at her, his face still bright red, and before Lucy could react he leaned in, his lips just a hair’s breadth away from hers, hesitating for one half-second before closing the gap between them at last.
It was like the last piece of the puzzle had been pushed into its place. Natsu pulled Lucy closer by her waist, and she let him, tangling her fingers in his hair. Yeah. I’m… I’m in love with Natsu. All this time… those feelings that she had just for him…? It was love? She deepened the kiss, draping an arm over his shoulder. It was love.
A little birthday present for @dalpalwho <3
A tiny Cullrian Band AU
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Sera was excited.
She was practically vibrating next to Cullen and he wasn’t quite sure he necessarily felt the same. She, Josie and Leliana had dragged him out to a bar today, even though he had told them - repeatedly - that he had work. Important work!
“But the band, grumpy!” Sera had yelled, practically dragging him out the door, while Leliana had grabbed his jacket and Josie his wallet. “The band is incredible! You will love it, and if you don’t I will hate you forever, so at least act like you do.”
So here he was, leaning against a dark wall in a dingy bar, with a beer in his hand that he probably won’t even drink. Josephine and Leliana had vanished somewhere, and he was left keeping Sera from starting a riot - or maybe a mosh pit by the sound of the current band playing.
He wasn’t a fan of this one, that was for sure.
Just as his friends returned, Sera let out a loud screech. “There there there!” She yelled. “That’s them!” She jumped Cullen then, arms around his neck from the side. “Look at her! Isn’t she just the most beautiful thing you have ever seen?”
Her, was a Qunari woman that took a spot on the left, a violin of all things in her hands. Another Quinari took his place behind the drums, while a human walked in with two electric guitars. “Her name is Herah.” Sera gushed. “Herah and Sera. We’re perfect for each other!”
“She has the wedding planned already.” Leliana chuckled into her drink, a little tipsy. “You’re probably Maid of honour, Cullen.”
“I’m sure, I am.” He mumbled as Sera squeezed him tightly, eyes never leaving the Violinist. Just as he followed her gaze a fourth person entered the stage, a microphone clasped in his hand. All of a sudden, just like that, Cullen understood her urge to screech. Not that he would, of course.
The man that appeared was shirtless, toned dark chest glistening with a thin layer of sweat. He accepted the second guitar after he placed the microphone in the centre of the stage, grinning at the other man. He had dark hair that was tousled into perfection and his moustache was curled upwards. A runic tattoo was curling over his shoulders and almost seemed to glow in the lights of the bar.
He was breathtaking.
Cullen couldn’t even react when his three companions started teasing him for swooning. The man was a vision. Sera, arms locked with his, was almost jumping up and down, while Leliana and Josie started to move to the music that was slowly building up.
The set was over way too quickly. The music wasn’t half bad, but by then Cullen was sure that Sera wasn’t exactly interested in the music itself. Neither was he, he could admit that much to himself at least.
He thought that was that, a few hours of eye candy for him and Sera. But as he was moving to leave the bar, the elf caught his hand and dragged him in the opposite direction. Before he could really see what was happening, he was pulled through a door. “Herah!” Releasing him, Sera ran toward the female Qunari and jumped right into her arms. To her credit, the woman immediately closed those arms around her, holding her up. “You rocked this whole fucking building.” Sera squealed, collapsing into a fit of giggles, as Herah spun her around.
The other Qunari laughed heartily, thumping the first guitarist on the shoulder. “Young love Krem, when are you going to catch a little bird like that?”
“Shit, Bull. She’s no little bird. She’s a harpy.” The human - Krem - laughed, while Sera only flipped him off.
Cullen stood in the doorway, feeling completely out of place. He looked behind himself, but neither Josephine nor Leliana had followed them. “And who might that be?” He turned toward the voice, someone finally noticing him. It was the drummer, Bull. He looked at Cullen with a dirty smirk, Krem turning to look at him as well.
“Well well well.” A rough voice sounded from the back of the room, the lead singer coming out from around a clothing rack. With slight disappointment, Cullen noticed that he was wearing a shirt. Not that the loose top was covering much. “So you are the famous Cullen, I keep hearing about.”
And Cullen’s mind just about stopped. “You-” He sneaked a glance at Sera, who was quietly observing. This sneaky- “You heard about me?”
“Oh yes. All bad, I’m afraid.” The man practically purred, as he moved closer to where Cullen was still standing between room and hallway. “Sorry, for the voice, it’s not usually this sexy.” Bull let out a deep chuckle behind Dorian, but quickly shut up when the singer threw him a look. When he turned back toward Cullen, his grin was downright filthy. “Dorian. It’s a pleasure.”
“C-Cullen.” He grabbed the hand that was offered and gulped when Dorian didn’t let go after a shake but placed his other hand over Cullen’s. His nails were painted, he noticed. Galaxy nails. Pretty. He cleared his throat. “But you already knew that.”
Dorian chuckled, pointing to Sera. “Oh yes, this one has been talking you up for weeks.” With a deliberately slow head tilt, he gave Cullen a once over. “Can’t say she was exaggerating.”
“Uhm… I’m glad?” Cullen’s eyes shifted to Sera once more, wide and a little panicked. She only grinned at him, her arm around Herah’s waist. “I’m-” He turned back towards the singer. “I’m sorry, I’m a little out of my depth here.”
“I can tell.” Dorian’s voice sounded amused, but not necessarily mean. “It’s okay, I can be a little overwhelming.”
“Oh no, you’re lovely.” What the fuck was he saying? “I mean, not overwhelming in the least. It’s very nice to meet you.”
“Lovely, huh?” Smiling back towards his band members, Dorian finally moved a little back, giving Cullen time to breath. “He thinks I’m lovely, do you hear?”
“Yes, I do,” Krem snickered. “He clearly doesn’t know you at all.”
Dorian clicked his tongue. “Nonsense.” He let one hand fall, but still held Cullen’s with the other. Gently, he started to pull him into the room. “Come, sit down with me, dearest. Let’s change the fact that you apparently don’t know me.”
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Happy birthday to my dear friend Cicatrick! Erin and I elected not to bake you a cake...I fear it would be stale by the time it got there, if it were edible at all. This, on the other hand, is quite fresh :) I hope you enjoy! xoxo
