#reader birthday

[cozmowrites]

Birthdays are Important

[Qifrey, WHA]

x reader

small a/n: happy birthday to me! here's a small gift from me :) im 25 today!!

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You sat at the table, quietly eating breakfast while Coco excitedly talked about something she'd learned moments ago. Tetia was laughing about Coco's excitement. Agott was pretending not to listen while secretly listening to every word. Richeh sipped her tea with a small smile.

That tiny ache in your chest only grew stronger. You lowered your gaze to your bowl.

Today was your birthday.

At least, you thought it was.

You hadn't really celebrated it in years. As a child, birthdays had come and gone like any other day. Sometimes your parents forgot entirely. Sometimes they remembered and offered a distracted "happy birthday" before returning to work.

Eventually you stopped caring. Or at least you convinced yourself you did. Birthdays were for people who mattered. Not for you.

You pushed the thought away and continued eating. Across the table, Qifrey watched you.

His visible eye lingered on your face for only a moment.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

The day passed normally. You helped clean the atelier and ran errands into town. Everything was perfectly ordinary. You found yourself glancing at the clock more than once. Then scolding yourself for it.

What exactly were you expecting?

No one knew it was your birthday. You hadn't told anyone. Why would you?

As the sun began to set, the apprentices disappeared somewhere after dinner. Qifrey had vanished as well.

You assumed everyone was busy, so you climbed the stairs toward your room. Halfway down the hallway, a familiar voice called out.

"My, my."

You turned.

Qifrey stood at the end of the corridor. His white hair caught the warm evening light spilling through the windows. His pointed hat sat crooked atop his head, and his usual smile curved softly across his face.

"There you are."

You blinked. "Were you looking for me?"

"Perhaps." He offered his hand. "Would you come with me?"

You frowned. "...Why?"

His smile widened. "It's a surprise."

"That makes me trust you less."

Qifrey laughed. The sound echoed warmly through the hallway. "Fair enough."

Still, you took his hand. His fingers closed gently around yours. He led you downstairs. The moment you stepped outside, you froze.

Dozens of tiny magical lights floated among the flowers like stars or fireflies... or both.

Translucent ribbons hung from tree branches, one of Richeh's spells. A table had been set beneath the largest tree. There was food, drinks, and a cake.

Your breath caught. Everyone jumped out at once.

"Happy birthday!"

You nearly fell backwards from just being in shock and of course it scared you, all the yelling. Tetia laughed so hard she doubled over. Coco was grinning from ear to ear. Richeh waved enthusiastically. Even Agott looked pleased with herself.

Your mind completely stopped working. "W-What?"

"You look like you've seen a ghost," Coco giggled.

"What..." You stared. "What is all this?"

"It's your birthday," Tetia said.

"As if we'd ignore that!"

Your throat tightened. "But I never told anyone."

At that, everyone looked toward Qifrey. The witch simply smiled. He'd figured it out somehow.

You looked back at him. "When?"

"Several weeks ago." The man had apparently discovered your birthday and secretly planned this entire thing.

You stared at him. He smiled innocently. You narrowed your eyes. He smiled wider.

Suddenly, your vision was becoming blurry. You swallowed hard. "It's just a birthday." The words slipped out automatically. The same words you'd told yourself for years.

You regretted saying it immediately when there was silence. The girls all looked at each other worriedly. They were scared they did something, said something, to upset you,

Then, Qifrey stepped closer. His expression softened. "Perhaps." His hand rested lightly atop your head. "But I think the day you were born is worth celebrating."

The lump in your throat became painful. You looked away. "It isn't that important."

"It is to us."

Your eyes widened. The apprentices nodded. Especially Agott. Though she'd never admit it.

"You live here," Coco said.

"You're family."

Family.

Nobody had ever used it for you before. Your vision blurred completely.

And before you could stop it a tear slipped down your cheek. Everyone immediately pretended not to notice. His thumb brushed beneath your eye, wiping away the tear before it could fall.

"Ah." His voice was impossibly gentle.

You laughed shakily.

"I hate you."

"No you don't."

"...No, I don't." You really didn't.

Qifrey smiled. "Come now." He gestured dramatically toward the cake.

"We worked very hard on this."

"I mostly worked hard on this," Agott corrected.

"True."

"I decorated!" Tetia protested.

You found yourself laughing. The sound surprised even you. Qifrey sat beside you beneath the glowing lights. The celebration continued around you.

At one point the apprentices gave you handmade gifts, each crafted with obvious care and affection. Somehow, they felt more valuable than anything you'd ever owned.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Hours later, as the celebration slowly wound down, you found yourself sitting beside Qifrey beneath the stars. The others had gone inside. You looked up at the sky.

Then at him. "Thank you."

His visible eye shifted toward you. "For what?"

"You know what."

A smile touched his lips. "You're welcome."

You hesitated. "I never celebrated before."

Qifrey's expression softened. "I know." His hand found yours. "You deserved to."

You squeezed his hand. Your birthday didn't feel like an ordinary day. It felt important. Because someone had cared. Qifrey looked up at the stars. Then smiled at you.

"Let's do it again next year."

"Yeah. Let's."

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I really don't want to stress you but it's my birthday in 4 days and I was wondering if you could write a little something with Copia celebrating his s/o's birthday? Maybe you could also add that reader isn't a huge fan of their birthday and prefers something lowkey? Thanks a lot!

I'm so sorry if this doesn't come on the right day because I'm assuming time zones and stuff but..... HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OMG! I'm very flattered you would choose me for your birthday drabbles. Hopefully, you enjoy it, as this is my gift from me to you <3 (As you can see, I'm a sucker for the Impera-tour black and white photos)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Birthday Surprise - Copia (The Band Ghost) x Reader Oneshot

Word Count: 1k Reader's Pronouns: Gender Neutral and Unspecified

Your slumber was shattered by the sound of curtains being whipped open from every angle of your bedroom. Eyes peeling open, your senses were flooded with the bright morning light spilling all over your furniture. Your lover was a blur as he skipped across the room, appearing to be in a hurry while he rushed out the door. Still fighting back sleep, you shook your head of weariness and bawled your fists, bringing them to your eyes until you saw spots.

"Cop.....ia?" You whispered between yawns, but he was already gone. Frowning, you ripped back the layers of sheets weighing on your chest and slid your body over the side of your bed. Had he forgotten? You tried not to care because you didn't care for your birthday, but...

Shaking the thought away, you crept from the bed, wincing at the light squeaking noise followed by silence. Shuffling on the carpet, you passed the standing mirror, catching a brief glimpse of your dishevelled and tired appearance. Shoulders slumping, you cast your eyes away from the mirror. A light breeze swept through the open window, blowing stray hairs across your face. You shivered, making your way out of the room to enter the towering stone hallways of the ministry.

A clatter of noises escaped from the kitchen, drawing your intrigue. As if your ears had perked up, you followed the sound until your eyes landed on the source. Copia stood like a deer caught in headlights, a bright blue bowl and whisk shoved under his arm, and his eyes were drawn open wide. Instantly, he leapt into action with the bowl still under his arm, he gently pressed his hands to your back, guiding you out of the doorway. From what you could make out, there were ghastly splatters of an unknown substance across the roof and walls of the kitchen, knowing Sister would unleash her wrath upon your partner if he did not clean it.

"No no, not yet, Cara" he urged, putting himself between the doorway and you. His hair was tossed to one side, jacket hanging loosely from his shoulders. If you hadn't known he was baking, one could assume he was working out. Your head twisted in interest before he brought his fingers to his lips, a high-pitched whistle filling your ears. As if a puff of smoke, a tall figure emerged beside you and you lifted your head to peer at them. A smile slid up your lips to see Aether.

Instead of giving you a chance to respond, he cut in, "Come on, I've gotta show you a new riff I've been working on"

You saw right through his act, "At 8 o clock in the morning?". He took a moment, placing his hand on your back to again, guide you away from the kitchen. The wooden door was quietly shut behind Copia as he disappeared into the confines of the kitchen. "Aether, this isn't the way towards your room"

His head tilted and his lip formed a sharp smirk, "Isn't it? Oh well" -

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So, after an hour of Aether taking you around the ministry to show you ' important stuff', distractions, you found yourself seated at the worn kitchen table, all previous seats empty. A surge of loneliness ran through you, missing your ghoul friends who were missing from their usual spots at the table. The ministry housed a kitchen and a large dining hall for all the other members of the clergy. The people who sat in the kitchen were the inner circle, those who were other members of the clergy sat in the dining room with the tables that seemed to go on forever.

Copia was hard at work, insisting you couldn't turn around to observe what he was doing. If he caught you taking a single peek, his face would turn an embarrassing shade of red and would shoo you. You were left humming, drumming your fingers playfully against the tabletop. Eventually, the clatter of dishes and plates stopped as you heard his feet take steps closer to you.

A dish was passed over your head and sat in front of you,

"Happy Birthday, Cara Mia" he spoke, planting a kiss firmly on the crown of your head. Your eyes landed on the dish in front of you, glazing over the mountain of pancakes, waterfalls of syrup dripping from the sides, garnished with your favourite fruit. Stomach gurgling, you smiled sheepishly at him, your heart fluttering at his thoughtfulness.

"Thank you, really, you didn't have to do this for me"

"It was nothing" he began, voice faltering for a moment, "So I was thinking today we could go for a picnic at the park for lunch, go shopping and then go out for dinner at a popular restaurant?". You paused, mind souring at the thought of going to a stuffy restaurant filled with pompous people and overpriced food.

Pursing your lips, you placed your hand reassuringly over Copia's, "Or.... we could stay in, go for a walk in the ministry garden, order in and have a movie night with our favourite people...?". His face turned upside down, "No, no! Not that your idea isn't good but maybe I just prefer something more.... lowkey?" you stuttered, face flushing like an idiot.

His expression was unreadable for a moment, processing your words. You could imagine that you may sound ungrateful, and your stomach bubbled with anxiety, as well as hunger, but mostly anxiety. He suddenly stood from the table, causing you to jump at the screech of his chair,

"AETHER! TELL RAIN TO CANCEL THE DOVE CAGE, THE LIGHT SHOW AND THE ENTOURAGE, AS WELL AS THE DINNER RESERVATION!". Then his body slowly turned to you with a soft smile, the one that made you fall in love with him, "Whatever you wish, Tesoro. We can rent out Jaws and get some ice cream, and cuddle by the fire with some popcorn, huh?"

Your mind melted at his tooth-rotting sweetness, his willingness to drop all of his plans to do whatever made you feel comfortable. His grip on your hand was as tight as ever, placing both hands over yours.

"We will make it the best birthday you could possibly have"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[ashcrimson-is-writing]

One smokey morning (Loki x Reader ~ requested)

Based on a request: @raven-rust​ “Could you write me a fluffy/smutty fic w Loki it´s my birthday :)” I´m terribly sorry I just now had the time to write for your request, but since I officially graduated from high school yesterday I was quite busy. Apparently it also turned out more fluff than smut at all. But nonetheless I hope you'll enjoy it and that you had a wonderful birthday! ^^ So take this oneshot as a late birthday present and thanks for requesting something from me :)

Fandom: Marvel Pairing: Loki x Reader Genre: Fluff, (maybe a little bit of Angst, but not really actually) Words: 1600

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Loki was able to be a quiet roommate.

Even though he had been living in an apartment with you for almost a year now, he still had problems understanding Midgards technology and mindset from time to time, but he was always very careful to let you sleep in on weekends. Especially since he was an early bird and you absolutely were not. This meant that he would not wake you up, neither on purpose nor by accident, and as much as Loki would sometimes scold about the midgardian way of life or break a kitchen appliance while trying to get it to work, he still managed to be so quiet on a weekend morning that you didn't hear a single, not even a tiny sound from him, until you practically gave him permission to make sounds again with a "good morning" from your mouth. Therefore it was all the more surprising when you were awakened on this Saturday morning by a loud clattering and subsequent cursing, which echoed through the walls and reached you in a muffled state. Sighing, you opened your eyes and blinked against the bright light. The sun was shining warmly through the windows into your bedroom, directly onto the mattress and made the room almost glow golden, as it did most days of summer. It was a beautiful effect, and sometimes, when Loki had been having a restless sleep and decided to stay in bed with you for a little longer, you could watch him staring at the ceiling a bit absent-minded, as if the golden light was awakening bittersweet memories in him. But he never told you what was truly on his mind in those moments.

When he noticed that you had woken up, he would simply put an arm around you and answer your question, what he was thinking about, with, "Just about how lucky I am to be here. With you". And you accepted this answer, because you knew that one day he would be ready to tell you about it.

This morning, however, he had already got up and when you put one hand on the empty side of the bed and found no warmth at all, you also knew that it must have been some time ago. With a yawn, you sat up and took a quick look to the side. It was half past nine and the more awake you became, the more you noticed a second unusual thing. It smelled like something had been burned and after you got up and opened the door to the hallway, you were sure that the smell came from the kitchen. Already quite sure Loki had done something, you quietly closed the door behind you and then carefully walked into the kitchen where smoke was coming from. And in fact, you discovered soon that the smoke came from a coal-black something standing on the stove in a baking form, which was probably meant to be a cake, but now looked more like charcoal. The window was already opened, so Loki had probably thought of the smoke detector, which fortunately was not in the kitchen but in the living room and probably wouldn't go off if the smoke disappeared from the window in time. And also: the table was partly covered with flour and was full of other stuff that had probably been used for the 'cake'. Definitely Lokis work. The god himself stood a little lost in the middle of the room, looking at the chaos with hands folded behind his back, as if it was a crime scene he had to inspect and which definitely wasn't his fault. But when you came in and questioningly said his name, he flinched a bit, turned to you: "Y/N!" and a guilty expression finally came over his face as he let his gaze wander through the kitchen one more time before looking back at you. For a moment he seemed a little helpless, then he breathed out and an somewhat apologetic smile appeared: "I baked you a cake". Looking once more at the burnt dough, it occurred to you what day it was today. It was your birthday. For the moment you had completely forgotten that because of the unusual way you had been waked up . But yes, it was your birthday indeed. And Loki had baked you a cake. Slowly you began to smile crookedly and raised one eyebrow at him. "I guess it just didn't turn out as perfect as I thought it would. But I would like to point out that it is not my fault that Midgardian machines are so imprecise". Baking such a burnt cake certainly had nothing to do with imprecision, but much more with absolute incompetence in the baking field, but you kept your mouth shut about that. At least he had tried to make you a cake for your birthday and it was the will that counted and the fact that you didn´t even really had expected him to actually do something for your birthday, he had never done before. So you continued to smile, touched by the seldom seen sweet side of him, as you walked to the stove, Loki stepping behind you and looking over your shoulder: "You probably won't eat it anymore, I suppose". "No."

Though Loki barely pulled a face, you could see his contrition and gently put your arms around his waist as you turned to him: "But I'm glad you at least tried. And for baking a cake for the first time, it's not so bad... just a little burned." Loki snorted at 'a little'. "We could bake a new cake together," you suggested then, and he remained silent for a moment, weighing the fact that he thought he should bake a cake for you alone, because it was your birthday after all, and the fact that he wasn't sure he could do it properly on his own. Sighing he agreed eventually: " Well, fine, yes. Let's make one together".

Smiling you left his side and went over to the table where you sat down on one of the chairs: “Alright then, get us a bowl and we will make a new cake. Properly this time”.

As it turned out, you were actually kind of lucky that the first cake was completely burnt, because Loki didn't know what and how much of it belonged in the dough either. If you hadn't told him, he would have at least forgotten the sugar and the eggs, and it was probably better that you didn't have to taste his selfmade cake, considering that he had probably forgotten some important ingredients in it. He obviously became more and more frustrated the more mistakes he made, but he stayed calm and followed your instructions, probably mainly because it was your birthday and after a few minutes a bowl of new dough was on the table in front of you. "Now we just need a baking tin" you said as you stood up and went over to the burnt cake, which had cooled down quite a bit by now, making it somewhat easy to get it out of the container. With a soft sound you put the metal baking tin in front of Loki, who then carefully filled the dough into it and walked to the oven with you. You put the new cake into the stove then, closed the flap and looked at Loki: "Okay watch ": before you showed him with which button he could adjust what and which setting was best for the cake. "And now all we have to do is wait until it's ready" with a slight jump you sat down on the kitchen counter next to the stove: "About 50 minutes long". Loki stood in front of you and placed his narrow hands at your sides, murmuring with a little annoyed tone: "That's quite some time, isn´t it?". "Yeah probably" you nodded with a grin: "In fact I'm very sure though that you waited much longer for the other cake. And also: What's 50 minutes to someone who lives to be thousands of years old?". Of course you said it only jokingly and yet a lump formed in Loki's throat for a second. He preferred not to spend his time thinking that yours would be much shorter than his own. And precisely because you would only be with him for a limited period of his life, 50 minutes might even felt longer to him than to you. Or at least that's what he wished. Because even though you both liked to joke about it, 50 minutes were as precious to him as they were to you. Loki didn´t even knew how he would ever be able to live without you. But he wasn't supposed to think about that. Especially not today. Especially not yet.

He reminded himself that he had to live in the very present moments for now, instead of thinking of the future. Turning his gaze from his slightly trembling hands to your loving eyes, he also put a happy smile on his face and gently pulled you a little closer while you laid your fingers on his shoulders and traced small patterns. Deeply exhaling, he moved one hand under your top and up your bare back, making you shudder: "Happy birthday Y/N". Gently he placed his lips on yours and you moved your fingers from his shoulders up to his jaw, tenderly caressing his soft cheeks with a gentle sigh of contentment that created a warm feeling of belonging in Loki. Oh, he could only hope that there would be many, many more days like this and that 50 minutes would never feel short to him. Because right now, most of the hopes he had, came somehow from within you.

[thegoldenonyx]

Happy Birthday

For those of you who were not aware, Saturday was @akaashi-lovely ‘s birthday. I know I’m late, but this is my present to him.

A few weeks ago, you received an ask about your favorite Haikyuu characters, while at the time it seemed like a random question, I was actually just preparing for writing this. I know you just moved and that it will be a few days before you have internet, but I decided to post this today anyway.

Happy Birthday Chase <3

Sweet Sixteen

You stood at the center of your new bedroom, boxes all around you. It was Saturday, but it was no ordinary Saturday. This specific Saturday in May was your 16th birthday, and while most people spent their sweet sixteens partying the day away with their friends and family, you were stuck alone unpacking. Sure, maybe you would go out to eat later, but you couldn’t help the feeling of loneliness. You missed your friends, now more than ever. Today was your birthday, and all you really wanted to do was spend it with them. But, of course, you just had to move, so your one birthday wish would never come true. You let out a heavy sigh and got to work unpacking.

“y/n, could you get the door please?” Your mother called from downstairs. Pushing yourself off of the floor, you walked slowly to the door, not really expecting anything. Maybe it would be a neighbor coming to say hello, maybe it was someone coming to set up the internet, you really didn’t know. What you weren’t expecting, however, was your best friend Sugawara Koushi standing at the door. You stood in silent shock, trying to figure out why Suga was here instead of halfway across the country where you had left him.

“Surprise!” Suga chuckled when he saw the confusion on your face. Shaking yourself out of the shock, you smiled wide.

“Suga, what are you doing here?” you asked, not believing your eyes.

“Celebrating my best friend’s birthday of course! What else would I be doing today?” he replied as if it were the only logical explanation.

“You came all this way just for my birthday?” you asked, your heart swelling. You were so happy that he would travel all this way just for you.

“Well duh! Now come on, let’s go,” Suga said, shoving your shoes at you.

“Where are we going? And wait, I have to ask first,” you mentioned, turning to go speak to your mom.

“I already spoke to her, everything is already planned. Now hurry up, we’re going to be late,” he rushed. You smiled and gently shook your head, putting your shoes on and grabbing your phone.

“Bye mom!” you called, following Suga out the front door. “You’re not going to tell me where we’re going, are you?” you questioned, falling into step besides the older male.

“Where’s the fun in that?” he teased as they approached a bus.”You’ll just have to wait and see.” Before you could retort, Suga pushed you onto the bus and scanned two bus passes, steering you to a seat about halfway down the bus.

“When did you plan this?” you asked, sitting down next to the window and glancing over at him.

“A few months,” he shrugged as if it were no big deal.

“A few months?!?!” you exclaimed, earning a few looks by others on the bus. “What do you mean a few months?” you whispered.

“Well, when we found out you were moving around your birthday, we had to do something,” he responded simply.

“We?” you questioned, eyeing him suspiciously. “Who else is here?”

“I’ve said too much,” Suga decided. “I’m not answering any more questions, you’ll just have to wait until we get there and see for yourself.”

“I can’t believe you,” you muttered, turning to look out the window. You were happy, happier than you’ve ever been. Your friend, well, friends it would seem, have been planning to travel halfway across the country for your birthday. For months. The worst birthday ever was quickly turning into the best birthday ever.

“This is our stop,” Suga announced, standing up and exiting the bus. You followed, looking around to try and figure out where you were and where you were going. You were downtown, the atmosphere told you that much. You had only just moved here, so you didn’t know much of the area beyond that. You just followed Suga in silence, weaving between buildings and people, until you finally approached a historical looking hotel. You gave Suga a confused look, but he just grinned and entered.

For as old and historic this hotel was, it had a rather homey feel to it. You looked around in awe as you followed Suga to the elevator. You pretended not to notice Suga hit the button to the top floor, but it was hard to contain your emotions. You were giddy with excitement, anticipation; you were so happy, so very happy, and you couldn’t wait to see what waited for you at the top of this building. As the elevator dinged, Suga shot you a wide smile, and then the doors opened.

You thought your smile couldn’t get any larger, but you were wrong. You stepped off of the elevator and into a large, birthday decorated room. Up against one wall were multiple tables filled with all of your favorite foods, while the other wall had piles of presents leaning against it. The best part though, were the people standing in the center of the room. While Suga, your best friend, was still standing next to you, your four other closest friends were waiting in front of you. Kuroo with his sly grin, Lev with his kind eyes, Iwaizumi with his crossed arms, and Kageyama with his confused brow.

“Happy birthday!” they cheered, smiling at you.

“You did this all for me?” you asked, your eyes filling with tears. You were so touched that they would go out of their way to do this.  

“What did you think we were going to do? Send you a card in the mail?” Kuroo teased, walking over and smacking you on the back.

“Well I didn’t expect you to come all the way here!” you countered.

“We weren’t going to leave you alone on your 16th birthday,” Lev explained, joining Kuroo in front of you.

“We wanted to be here,” Kageyama agreed.

“No matter where in the world you ended up, we were going to be there,” Iwaizumi admitted.

“What did I ever do to deserve any of you?” you asked, a huge smile on your face.

“Don’t think like that! Now come on, let’s party!” Kuroo ushered you into the center of the room.

“We have food and presents, but other than that we just figured we would hang out,” Iwaizumi mentioned.

“Sounds perfect,” you replied; it really did.

“The rest of the guys couldn’t make it, but their gifts did!” Lev announced, pointing to the large pile of presents.

“I’ll make sure to thank them,” you chuckled.

As the day went on, many thoughts flowed through your head. As you watched your closest friends tease each other, laugh together, you realized just how lucky you were to have them. Even though you knew they wouldn’t always be there physically like they were now, you knew they would always be there, It didn’t matter how far away they were, whether it be halfway across the country or halfway across the world, they were there, and that’s all that mattered. You would miss them, of course you would miss them, but you knew this wouldn’t be goodbye, only see you later.

“Hey y/n,” Suga greeted, walking up next to you and observing the group.

“Yeah?” you asked, not moving your gaze.

“Happy Birthday”

[beorns-daughter]

IMAGINE: Fili gives you a passionate kiss as a present for your birthday.

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