valentine’s day. / erron black
“happy valentine’s day, darlin’,”
so, i haven’t wrote anything for our cowboy in a hot minute, so i thought, why not give him some special lovin’ on this day? ♥️
also, i want to tag the lovely @sacredwarrior88 because 1. they love erron, and 2. are still patiently waiting (and only known, that i can think right off the top of my head) for their headcannons they asked for awhile back. i know i’ve been slow, i’ve just been so busy, i’m such a procrastinator, and i have a mountain of ideas in my notes/drafts! thanks again, hun, and everyone else that have been so kind and patient about their requests. without further ado, enjoy this story!
you hadn’t seen erron in a couple of weeks. the cowboy was out on a mission that the kahn had sent him on, but he promised to be home for valentine’s day. it was late, but you were still expecting him, nonetheless.
you had spent the late afternoon hours making a delicious dinner. you made some steak, along with some simple sides that erron loved. green beans, coleslaw, and baked potatoes; you had also made some cherry pie for dessert. you had even went as far as dressing up a bit, though it wasn’t anything too special; a dress erron loved you in, you did your hair in a simple braid down your shoulder, and just some light makeup. but alas, at 10:30 at night, he still wasn’t home. you had refrained from eating - despite how hungry you were - because what’s a valentine’s day dinner if you don’t get to spend it with your partner?
you had been in that seat for at least two-and-a-half hours now, the food was definitely cold by now, and no sign of erron. sighing, you stood from your seat and picked up the two made plates of food on the table. you brought them to the kitchen, but just as you set them down on the counter to go grab the rest of the sides on the table, you heard the doorknob turn. you peeked your head around the corner, seeing your one and only cowboy walk in. he had a bouquet of your favourite flowers in hand, and an apologetic smile on his lips. “happy valentine’s day, darlin’,” he spoke softly. “sorry i’m late; it smells amazing in here,”
you smiled, going to erron and hugging him tightly. “happy valentine’s day,” you replied softly. he wrapped his arms around you, keeping ahold of the flowers until you had pulled away. “the food’s cold; i made it hours ago,” you chuckled, “unless you want pie for dinner.”
“pie it is, then.” erron replied, that striking smile still on his lips. his calloused hand reached for your own, pulling you to the table. letting out a light laugh, you set the flowers down on the counter ledge as he pulled you to the table. letting go of your hand, he pulled out your chair for you. thanking him, you sat down, a wide smile on your lips. erron sat down across from you, grabbing his fork. he dug it into the pie, getting out a delicious looking first bite. “what are ya waiting for, gorgeous?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“pie for dinner?” you jokingly asked, picking up your own fork. “we are such responsible adults.” at that, you both chuckled, splitting the pie.
the night was filled with long conversations about his missions, and how much you both missed and loved one another. soon, the pie was gone, but the conversation carried on for a good few hours. by two in the morning, you led erron to bed, planning to end the night with sleepy cuddles.
as you cuddled up to erron’s chest after changing into something more comfortable, you let out a happy sigh as you closed your eyes. “happy valentine’s day, cowboy.” you whispered.
“happy valentine’s day, sugar,” he whispered back, kissing your head gently.













