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sadiegirl2021 · 1 month

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Last day of @gwynrielweeksofficial!! Thank you for the excellent prompts and organising such a great event. It was such an amazing two weeks. So excited to read the fics I've missed and stare lovingly at all the new fan art!

So, since it's a free day, I thought I'd write a trope that I don't see much with Gwynriel - Accidental Pregnancy!

I've only written two chapters so far, and they're up on Ao3. (I don't know why, but I'm super nervous about sharing this one! Is the pregnancy trope controversial? It's a fun, fluffy, light-hearted journey! I promise.)

Unintended Consquences - Sneak Peak

It was the Valkyries' first Solstice at the River House, and Gwyn was impressed by the effort put into making it a magical spectacle. Of course, with it being the High Lady's birthday as well, nothing less was expected. Rhys fawned over Feyre, showering her with gifts and affection. Gwyn had never been celebrated like that on her birthday.

There was love, of course, but rarely gifts, so she didn't feel like she was missing out there. The priestesses didn't believe in them, opting for a life free from attachments to material possessions. That's why she never wore the necklace she received from 'a friend'. She felt no connection to it. The only items that held meaning for her were her friendship bracelet and a few books.

Affection, though. She missed that… a lot.

While growing up, receiving it from her mother, sister, and other priestesses was enough, but now there was a different desire, a strange new need— which had been growing for some time now.

She wanted someone excited to spend time with her and celebrate her. Someone to share her body and soul with. She was ready for it. And the countless smutty romances she read didn't help. She was wound up like a spring, eager for release. She needed to get out more, meet some males… maybe find love.

Nesta had suggested the pleasure halls, but alcohol and establishing boundaries didn't seem to mix. She needed a male who understood her need to be in control if they had sex, at least for the first time. She'd rather meet new people in sober environments, like a café or gallery. Maybe that would be her New Year's resolution: to put herself out there.

She nodded affirmatively to herself and knocked back the champagne she'd been cradling for too long. Once she emptied her glass, she went to grab another.

Half paying attention, her fingers brushed against the cool, rough ridges of a hand she knew well.

"Sorry, shadowsinger. After you," she said, retracting her hand from the same glass he was reaching for.

He didn't say anything, just picked it up and handed it to her before grabbing another one for himself. She nodded a thanks as he downed his and went for another.

"Bad night?" she quipped, observing as he effortlessly drank glass after glass of Rhysand’s finest champagne.

"About to be," he answered flatly before turning his attention toward the centre of the room where most of his family were situated, just finishing up the present portion of the evening.

Gwyn had received some thoughtful and practical gifts she would use: exotic spices from Emerie, romance books from Nesta and Cassian, and a reading faelight from Azriel, the same one he had given Nesta that Emerie and herself often tried to steal.

She didn’t have enough money herself to buy anything, so she had sung as a gift before dinner.

It seemed like something everyone enjoyed immensely, including Azriel's shadows, which danced around her during each tune. Feyre had cried, grabbing her for a tight hug when she finished. Rhysand had insisted it became a tradition and joked that Azriel would join her next year. She flushed slightly at the thought, remembering back to the previous Solstice when she’d asked him about his singing abilities. She thought it would be nice to have a duet partner for future events and made a mental note to tease him into submission for next year.

Someone clinked their glass lightly to grab everyone's attention.

"This will be quick. I promise," Elain said in her airy voice. "As you know, my mate has been very patient with me, allowing me the time to get to know him as my dearest friend before becoming my greatest love…"

Lucien grabbed her left hand, kissing the engagement ring he had placed there only a few weeks ago.

Elain turned to Lucien, gazing adoringly at him. "My love. Starting a new tradition, I actually got you a gift this year!"

A couple of people laughed, but she had no idea why that was funny.

Elain let go of his hand to reach for a small square slice of Feyre's birthday cake and stood before Lucien with her offering.

"My handsome mate, please accept this food as a token that I wish to accept our bond."

Lucien looked like he was going to cry, grabbing the sides of Elain's face to place a passionate kiss on her lips before stepping back to look at the cake in her hand.

"Right here?" he quipped, and another burst of laughter, especially from Cassian, rang through the room.

Gwyn guessed he had the mating frenzy on his mind.

Elain laughed. "Just eat the cake, Lucien!"

He chuckled and opened his mouth so she could feed him. All their family and friends cheered, offering the mates their congratulations… except for Azriel.

"What’s the matter, shadowsinger? Do you have an aversion to love?"

He snickered, taking a healthy sip of champagne before answering. "Just hard being surrounded by it."

She could certainly agree with that. Nesta and Cassian were not discreet with their affections, and Emerie and Mor were like horny teenagers since they started dating. Training was literally foreplay for the couples. And she wasn’t afraid to admit she was jealous.

Some of the other priestesses had started to date too, which irked her a little more. She was the first priestess to sign up for training, she was the first one to become a Valkyrie, and now others were going to surpass her in allowing males back into their world. That would end in the new year. Love, and sex, had to be waiting for her; she just had to go find it.

"At least we have each other to keep company," Gwyn quipped, raising her glass toward him. He chuckled, taking another sip. With centuries of tolerance under his belt, he was already multiple glasses ahead of her, while she felt a pleasant buzz after just one and a half.

He smirked in response. "Don't go falling in love, and you can stay my friend!"

"Friendship with conditions, how appealing!" Gwyn laughed, enjoying their banter as always. There was something about Azriel that brought out a playful side of her that few others ever saw.

"Seriously, Berdara. My shadows know a lot of secrets, including yours!" he teased, squinting at her with mock suspicion.

Gwyn feigned surprise. Of course, a spymaster would hoard secrets like treasure. "Enlighten me," she retorted with a grin.

"You're looking for ‘special’ someone," he whispered, leaning a little closer than usual, perhaps courtesy of the alcohol. Despite herself, she felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. She wondered how they’d figured it out. Maybe they could read minds!

"Tell them they're busybodies!" she exclaimed, shooting a stern look at the shadows lurking from behind his wings.

They dispersed in a flurry of movement as he replied with a smirk, "They already know that."

She chuckled, the sound low and teasing. "So, what if I am! You can’t expect me to be alone forever. And I'll never meet anyone hiding in the library."

Azriel's dark eyes sparkled with mischief. "You met me."

A slow, suggestive grin curled her lips. "True. But I want to meet someone who I can… train in other areas with!"

His smirk deepened, a playful glint in his eyes. "I hear I'm a good teacher."

A rush of heat flooded her cheeks, and she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Are you propositioning me?"

His responding chuckle sent shivers down her spine. "Depends on your answer."

#gwynriel #pro gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #ao3 fanfic #acotar fanfiction #azriel shadowsinger #gwynriel weeks 2024 #gwynrielweeks2024 #prompt: free day #thanks for all the likes comments and reblogs over the last two weeks xox

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disastertriowriting · 23 days

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@clonefandomevents

Our fill for the Free Day. :)

What if the Bad Batch lost Hunter? Leaderless and adrift, Clone Force 99 is scattered across the galaxy. Hunter swears loyalty to the Empire. Echo leaves in search of a long-lost brother. Crosshair goes with Tech, Wrecker, and Omega to live in hiding. But they are a family, and it is inevitable that their paths will cross once more. And when they do…

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lucienweekofficial · 7 months

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Guidelines 🦊 Prompts 🦊 Instagram

October 8: Exile Masterlist

October 9: Style Masterlist

October 10: Masks Masterlist

October 11: Courtier & Emissary Masterlist

October 12: Family Masterlist

October 13: Romance Masterlist

October 14: Free Day Masterlist

🎨: ellyness5

#Lucienweek2023 #prompt: exile #prompt: style #prompt: masks #prompt: courtier & emissary #prompt: family #prompt: romance #prompt: free day #Pro Lucien Vanserra #Lucien Vanserra #Lucien fanart #Lucien fanfiction #Lucien headcannon #Lucien edit

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officialrhysandweek · 7 months

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Prompts ✨ Guidelines ✨ AO3 Collection

Day 1, 09.24: Lord Of Nightmares Masterlist

Day 2, 09.25: The Illyrian Warrior Masterlist

Day 3, 09.26: The Most Powerful High Lord Masterlist

Day 4, 09.27: The Court Of Dreams Masterlist

Day 5, 09.28: Family Man Masterlist

Day 6, 09.29: Past times Masterlist

Day 7, 09.30: Free Day Masterlist

🎨: davidjbrunson, louisse_ang, and nicolajwilkinson

#rhysandweek2023 #Prompt: Lord of Nightmares #Prompt: The Illyrian Warrior #Prompt: The Most Powerful High Lord #Prompt: The Court of Dreams #Prompt: Family Man #Prompt: Past Times #Prompt: Free Day #Rhysand #pro Rhysand #acotar

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pinkjellymoon · 8 months

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For free day I'm sharing a drawing I made for the Street Racing AU my wife and I have been fantasizing about!

It started as a joke, 'cause we were laughing about a Fast and Furious/KamiHaji crossover, and quickly became something I'm in love with: a universe where the kamis are closely tied to the underground street racing world and only they and their familiars can drive their cars! High speed chases, dramatic races, hijinks, cobbled together crews of found family, and of course some romance!

Maybe one day you'll find this as a story on AO3, but for now, enjoy this drawing!

#khw2023 #prompt: free day #kamisama hajimemashita #kamisama kiss #tomoe mikage #nanami momozono #mizuki kamisama kiss #kurama shinjirou #alternate universe #kamisama kiss fanart #kamisama hajimemashita fanart

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phlebaswrites · 3 months

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Battling the Brush

Summary:

Being a cat isn't always easy.

(Especially when you're this fluffy.)

Rating: General Fandom: Naruto Relationship: Uchiha Izuna & Uchiha Madara Word Count: 438 (Complete)

Entry for @izunaweek

Day 7 - February 10: Birthday | Free Day

Inspired by this fantastic artwork, it's also a gift to @greencuttingmat who translated it for me.

From left to right: Madara: Nobody other than Hashirama can see Izuna: Anyone other than Senju can see (both: Pet? Of course not) Sasuke: Depending on other cats Itachi: Basically only the head is allowed to pet Shisui: The abdomen is not allowed to pet Kagami: Will come rub on you Obito: Will go crazy in the middle of being pet

It's also written for @dominaaurum, who pointed out the difference in fluff between Madara and Izuna to me.

Madara flattens himself as Izuna attempts to groom him. "Izuna, give up. It's not going to work."

"It will!" Izuna spits out a mouthful of fur with a disgusting hacking noise. "I refuse to subject you to those stupid humans and their brush!"

Just the thought of that thing is enough to make Madara growl a little. The way the humans pin him and comb through his fur, catching all the tangles… it's the only time they're insistent he be touched.

He hates being petted, and he's perfectly willing to defend his personal space with his claws. At the same time, letting Izuna lick him clean is just going to mean that his brother will be coughing up hairballs for days.

Also available on AO3.

#IzunaWeek2024 #Day 7 | Prompt: Free Day #Day 7 #Prompt: Free Day #Phlebas Writes #Naruto #fanfiction #Story: Battling the Brush #Series: A Clowder of Cats #Series: Izuna Week 2024 #Uchiha Izuna & Uchiha Madara #Uchiha Izuna #Uchiha Madara #okay to reblog

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foxybananaaaz · 7 months

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If you have not yet read any of the other parts, please click the Title Page to go to the start.

Lucien Week Day Seven :: Free Day.

The sky is the limit- the only thing stopping you is your imagination. Go ahead and put Lucien Vanserra in whatever fun little situation you want. @lucienweekofficial

• Epilogue •

A few decades later, Lucien sat in the field of sunflowers next to his mate Elain, getting a free day, which came so rarely now that they were parents of their own. The two had welcomed a daughter five years prior.

Yes, Elain had wanted to take things at a slower pace. Like a human courtship. So Lucien had read about them, studied them, to make sure he knew what they entailed, and would not cross any lines, any boundaries, before his mate was ready.

Lucien remembered every fight, every joyful moment, every night spent together before Elain decided to hell with it and just stay with him every night.

But he quickly learned that all his studies were for nothing, as Elain took most of the rules for human courtship and threw them to the side.

After a few times, it had happened already, and Lucien decided to tease his mate. Elain wished to go for a walk through Helions' gardens, probably to inspect them if he knew her, and with his knowledge on human courting, Lucien asked if he should get one of the servants to supervise them. Elain simply stared at him with displeasure before she started walking without him. Lucien laughed as he jogged to catch up.

Lucien also remembered all the rough times when times got emotional, and while the bond would usually flare up in anger or jealousy, when talking of past love, it did not for either of them. Elain explained her past with her human fiancé, the pain she felt when he had rudely broken things off. Lucien listened through it all and promised that for what it was worth, he would not leave her, even if there was no bond tying them together.

It was a bit tougher for Lucien to open up about his past, but he did. He told Elain about Jesminda, the love he had for her, and how they had thought they were mates, that their love was that strong. Lucien struggled finishing the story of Jesminda, not wanting to relive that part, but not wanting to leave her story an unknown to Elain.

So when he had explained that Jesminda had been murdered by his father in front of him, as he was held down, forced to watch, he saw pain and sympathy in Elains eyes. She had held him then, in the very same sunflower field, until the pain had calmed down in his heart.

Lucien remembered the first year was awkward when the two would visit the Night Court. After how Elain had left things with her sisters, things were definitely tense. He felt as though they were angry still, but definitely trying to put on an accepting front. Though it had only lasted a year before, they saw how Elain was truly thriving and had fully accepted her leaving the Night Court.

He also remembered the night Elain accepted the bond officially. They had spoken about it, how Elain wished to have a mixture of a Human Wedding, along with a Fae Mating Ceremony. Lucien didn't know when it would take place, but she would speak of it every so often.

She would say the first half would be that of a Human Wedding, and when it switched over to the Fae Mating Ceremony, it would symbolise Elain truly accepting her change, officially saying goodbye to her Human past. Her Human life. Lucien didn't even want anything else. He wanted her to be happy.

What he didn't expect was one night, Elain preparing a full meal. Unsure of what to do, Lucien did not touch anything and waited for his mate to explain. And when she did, Lucien had felt his heart swell.

Elain had been researching, as well as talking with her sisters, and had realized that after officially accepting the bond, there would be a-Elain blushed a deep red as she spoke the next part-frenzy that overtook the newly mated pair. Elain wished for a clear mind during the night of the ceremony, learned of this older tradition, and had worked the entire afternoon preparing dinner. Not to get the frenzy out of the way, but to allow it to be private. Where no one was expecting it to happen after the ceremony.

After her explanation, it made perfect sense to Lucien. Of course, she would not be embarrassed, but she did not want everyone to know about that side of the mating ceremony going on. This was not the time for his usual teasing. So without saying another word, Lucien picked up his fork, and the two began eating dinner.

The next memory Lucien found himself in was the first time Eris had actually relaxed during a visit. He would visit often, but was usually tense, as if he were looking for signs that their mother was being mistreated. Lucien could not blame his brother. They both grew up with their mother being treated horribly by their father their whole lives. But the first time Eris visited without that tense stance, the looking around, the short answers, the first time his brother visited with a smile he hadn't realized her mother had been quite so tense herself, until he saw her relax as well.

It was also the moment that Eris started visiting as often as he could, being the High Lord of Autumn meant it wasn't often, but it was far more than before. He had also been welcomed into the family, aside from just a mother's son and a brother. Elain had welcomed Eris, which, according to his brother, was to be expected. But the first time Lucien had truly seen genuine shock on his oldest brothers face was when Helion accepted Eris into the family, knowing Eris was the least like his father, and far more like his mother.

Lucien wouldn't tell anyone, but he knew his brother was still on the fence about that.

Then Lucien found himself in the memory of holding his daughter for the first time. It was that moment, looking down into his daughters face, that he knew. It was that moment that he stopped referring to Beron as his father, even by accident, because looking into his daughters face, he knew he knew how precious it was to be a father. That was the moment it truly felt right, where he began referring to Helion as his father rather than his name.

The first time, he had called Helion Father, without hesitation, without thinking about it, just casually, as if it were something he had always been doing, he thought the male would cry, from the emotion in his eyes.

Elain had simply smiled, placing a hand on his arm, as she was remembering the conversation the two had had about the topic, knowing it was only time Lucien needed to mentally make the switch of knowing Helion was his father rather than Beron.

Suddenly, Lucien was pulled out of his memories as his mate spoke.

"Do you think we should go relieve your parents from their babysitting duties?" Elain looked up at him, from her spot lying back against his chest, in the centre of the sunflower field.

Lucien smiled softly. "Not just yet. Eris says Helia is like me, but also my brothers when we were all her age. Hyper, and full of energy. Mother is used to children, as she had seven of them. Father never got to experience this himself. Let's leave Helia with them for a little longer."

Elain smiled as she shook her head. The two had sat there from the morning right into the afternoon. They had talked, laughed, and enjoyed the silence. It was coming on dinner now. The two would wait there just a little longer until the want to see their daughter again crept in.

So, this mini series was originally supposed to be able to be read all together, or separately, like Their Melody. Or even A Night of Love. But it turned into a mini series, that should be read consecutively. Each part following the previous one. One plot.

Once that happened, where it became all one plot, each day, each part was immediately mentally planned. All I needed to figure out was how to incorporate the daily prompts. I may not have incorporated them properly, but I did manage to incorporate them in some way.

This is the end of this mini series, I truly hope you liked it as much as I did writing it.

Thank you for reading, liking, and reblogging.

🦊Shae.

(See below for the meaning of the name Helia, daughter of Lucien and Elain. Its not just a way to name her after Helion)

#Lucien Week 2023 #Prompt: Free Day #lucien vanserra #elucien #elain archeron #acotar #helion spell cleaver #lady of autumn #eris vanserra #lucien fanfiction #LucienWeek2023 #elucien fanfiction #acotar fanfiction #A Court of Thorns and Roses

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cgerice · 1 year

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oof busted

talk about bad timing

#homestuck #erisol #erisolweek2022 #prompt: free day #vriska will never let them live this down #this is set in a ‟trolls on earth‟ au i have #sollux and aradia are amateur ghost hunters #and sometimes they bring their friends along to prank/scare #not that that provides you absolutely any context #it's just a fun fact

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leelany-world · 11 months

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DBH Rarepairsweek: Free Day (Hank x Rose)

@dbhrarepairs DBH rarepairsweek 6, Day 7, prompt: Free Day

Words: 1,987 Relationships: Hank x Rose Additional Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, First Dates, Falling In Love, Rose knows what she wants, it's Hank, Connor/Fake Mustache, Sixty/Kitchen Knife, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, surprise case, DBH Rarepairs Week Summary: Hank and Rose are on their first date. What could go wrong?

Free Day

Hank promised to buy Sumo only the best treats for the rest of his life as a thank you. And Sixty would get a lifetime supply of his favorite flavored Thirium drink.

If Sixty hadn't tied the big, stupid, adorable animal too loosely, and if Sumo hadn't run off to chase a squirrel, he wouldn't have met the lovely woman he was going out with tonight. Rose.

Maybe he should even bring the squirrel a bag of nuts every day from now on.

Damn, when was the last time he was this happy and nervous? He never thought he would feel like this again. Like an embarrassing teenager in love. Butterflies in his stomach, he couldn't eat and he was nervous as hell.

He thought that after the death of his son Cole and the failure of his marriage, he would never be able to love again.

It was his first day off in months, always busy with his rehab and keeping Detroit safe from raids until the citizens returned after the evacuation.

And he would use this day for his first date in years.

It would be the first real date with Rose, a whole day together, not just phone calls, chats, or fleeting meetings at the market where there was always someone around.

These were Hank's thoughts as he stood in his bedroom, getting ready for the day and looking at himself in the mirror. He scrutinized himself from top to bottom and had to admit that he liked what he saw. He had gotten fitter and didn't look as run down as he had six months ago. His hair had been cut, his beard trimmed and his clothes pressed.

Lost in thoughts of their plans for the day, Hank didn't even notice when someone called his name.

“...nk... Hank!” said Connor with emphasis and Hank was jolted out of his musings.

"Did you say something?"

“Yes, we have to leave soon, I have to assist Nines and Gavin with their investigation and drop you off at the Botanical Gardens first,” Connor explained as he adjusted the collar of Hank's shirt.

“Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, don't stress an old man like that,” Hank laughed and tugged at the collar again when Connor was done.

“Please don't say you're old. Studies say you're in the prime of life! We've improved your diet, you're exercising, and you've been sober for half a year. You are in good shape and will live many more years if you keep this up.”

“I know, Connor, I know,” Hank said, patting him on the shoulder. “And I really appreciate your help. But don't stress me out on this day! I'm stressing myself out enough.”

“Don't worry, Hank. This will be a great night for you and Rose, I promise.”

Hank raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "How can you promise that?"

Connor's LED circled yellow, betraying his confident attitude, “I just... know? It's a... gut feeling, as you would say.”

“Uh-huh, that doesn't sound very reassuring coming from you.”

Connor narrowed his eyes, obviously annoyed by Hank's lack of confidence in him. But he was there for Hank and Hank was absolutely nervous.

“I know you and Rose really like each other. So what could go wrong?” said Connor as he pushed Hank towards the door.

Yeah, what could go wrong, Hank wondered.

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As luck would have it, Rose and Hank arrived at the Botanical Gardens at the same time and neither had to wait nervously for the other.

She looked beautiful in her floral summer dress and her gorgeous smile when she caught sight of Hank. Her stunning, voluminous natural curls hung loosely over her shoulders, and Hank was mesmerized.

“You look very handsome, Hank,” Rose greeted him as she gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek.

“I should say so about you,” Hank replied in genuine surprise.

“Your eyes told me,” Rose giggled, and Hank joined in her laughter as he rubbed the back of his neck.

He gave her his arm and led her into the building.

As they entered the first large greenhouse, they were greeted by lush tropical trees and plants. The warm, humid tropical air was filled with a multitude of scents. They strolled along the paths, stopping at interesting flowers or when a bird sat near the edge of the path. The conversation never stopped as they walked through the various themed exhibits.

But the real goal for the day was an exhibit on ancient native crops, beekeeping, and butterfly farming for the conservation of endangered species. Rose wanted to make her farm a learning experience for children with the help of Kara and Luther, whom Hank had also met that day at the Farmers Market.

Hank liked gardening.... before. Then he'd let it slide, everything withered and died, like his will to live.

But now? Now it was as if his old passion was blossoming again, like his feelings for Rose.

Hank loved listening to Rose's passion as she shared her knowledge of plants, and she promised to give him some of the plants and trees she grew for his garden.

They were so engrossed in conversation that they were almost late for their dinner reservation at the restaurant. A new French restaurant by a famous chef whose name Hank didn't think was important to remember. But Nines had promised him that the evening of food and drink would be free. Who was Hank to say no?

The restaurant had an elegant interior, the guests talked quietly and a waiter greeted them at the entrance. After taking their coats, he led them to their table by the window with a beautiful view of the city.

“This is nice,” Rose admitted after they sat down and ordered their drinks.

Hank opened the menu and looked at the prices. "You think? A little too extravagant for my taste," he said, laughing nervously.

“But it's free, so we should definitely enjoy it! And any place is nice when you have the perfect company,” Rose replied, wearing a sweet smile on her face as she read the menu.

That automatically made Hank smile, too. She was right, of course. And the company was beyond perfect.

Hank couldn't stop admiring her. Her smile was enchanting, her heart so big that he lost himself in it. Suddenly he knew he had to tell her. It had been so long since he had felt such a strong connection with anyone.

“Rose, I—”

“Bonsoir, I am Claude, I will be your server tonight,” a man with a heavy French accent but a very familiar voice interrupted him as he placed the drinks on the table. Hank's head turned abruptly to face the waiter.

Of course it was Connor. He was wearing the restaurant's waiter uniform, with a white button-down shirt, a dark green vest, black slacks and a bow tie in the same green color. He stood bolt upright beside him, had one scarf draped over his arm in front of him, the other folded behind his back. And he wore a mustache. Hank didn't know what to think.

“Connor, what the hell are you doing, and why the hell are you wearing a mustache?” whispered Hank in a sharp tone. The last thing he wanted to do was to draw attention to his table.

“I am not Connor, you must have me confused with someone else, monsieur,” Connor replied, still with a French accent.

Hank stared dumbfounded at Connor, who smiled innocently down at him.

Rose giggled at the scene that presented itself. “I think we should give him our order, Hank” she suggested amusedly and Connor nodded in agreement.

“Hello Rose,” Connor whispered.

“Hello Co-, hello Claude,” she played along with amusement.

But Hank was still pissed about the situation, especially the interruption. “Why didn't you guys tell me your case was going to be in this restaurant?" he said.

“We wanted you to have a perfect evening, so we combined the two,” Connor whispered, looking around stressed, afraid of blowing his cover.

“And the others?” He asked in resignation.

“Sixty's in the kitchen,” Connor said, and just then the kitchen door opened and Sixty waved at them with a big grin, wearing a white kitchen staff uniform and holding a large kitchen knife in his other hand.

Hank groaned. “You let him near all those knives?”

“He's the only one of us who's interested in cooking,” Connor said with a shrug.

“Please don't tell me Nines and Gavin are waiters, too. They'd scare away every customer,” Hank buried his face in his hand.

“No, they sit in the back corner and play a cheesy couple on their first date.”

That must be a hilarious image. But Hank knew better than to turn around, not wanting to arouse suspicion.

Connor then urged them to place their orders, as he had already spent too much time at that table.

After they had both ordered the three-course meal of the day, Connor grabbed their menus and hurried to the kitchen.

Hank sighed deeply. “I'm sorry about this.”

“Why? They do their job and take care of you at the same time. Don't act like a grumpy old man, I can tell you love them,” Rose laughed.

Hank nearly choked on the water he was drinking. But she was right again.

“Yes, I do,” he admitted. He had already talked to Rose about their history and how they had wormed their way into his life.

They quickly returned to other great conversations. Sumo was always a nice topic, since Rose also liked dogs. But they also talked about the loved ones they had lost. Neither thought they would ever find someone they could talk to so easily about that part of their past. They shared their pain and it brought them closer together.

It took them a while to realize that their food was taking far too long to be served. Hank turned to look for Connor when a loud crash and shouting from the kitchen drew everyone's attention in that direction.

Then the kitchen door burst open and a man in chef's clothing rushed out - followed by Sixty, knife in hand.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Nines and Gavin jump up from their table, but he also saw the path the culprit would take.

At the right moment, he stood up abruptly and pushed his chair back into the attacker's path. Hank took advantage of the surprise and tackled the guy to the ground, pinning him with his body.

“Damn it, Hank, I was just about to throw that knife,” Sixty whined as he joined him. Hank glared at him and Sixty hid it behind his back.

Nines and Gavin joined them and arrested the culprit. All with much praise for Hank's efforts.

Connor joined them last, his vest and white shirt torn and stained blue with thirium.

Before Hank could scold him again for his carelessness, Connor beat him to it.

“I... didn't expect him to react so aggressively,” he explained, feeling a little ashamed for being wrong.

Hank's anger vanished instantly and he put a reassuring hand on Connor's shoulder. “I'm glad you're okay. Now get this checked out,” he ordered.

Connor nodded and left.

“I really wouldn't eat here tonight, Hank,” Sixty advised as he straightened Hank's chair.

“What, why not?”

“We were here to catch him in the act of poisoning the food," Sixty explained. “Unfortunately, we caught him a little too late.” Sixty winked and followed Connor to check on him.

Hank slumped back in his chair and looked at Rose with a resigned expression. But before he could apologize for ruining the evening, Rose put her hand on Hank's.

“How about we skip this and… go straight to dessert?” She suggested. “At your place?”

Hank's effort must have really impressed her, and they left the restaurant as quickly as they could.

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