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siriusinmynerves · 3 years

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One shot

When James proposed Lily.

Part 2

As the time was coming closer, James Potter's anxiety was coming to its peek. He wasn't sure what he was doing. He was walking in his dorm from one point to another from the past ten minutes. His clothes were laying on his bed.

"Come on James Potter, you arrogant head. You can do this, Lily won't throw the ring on your face. Now get your ass up and change your clothes.", Finally James told this to himself.

He look at his perfectly tailored suit, which was laying on his bed. He wore his mocha brown colored shirt, then creme colored under blazer jacket. A luxurious mocha brown coloured Blazer, a bow tie and his creme colored silk robes. He sprayed his favourite perfume. Lily gifted that perfume on their first date. One thing he was forgetting, Engagement ring.

He went down to the Gryffindor common room, he found Sirius, Peter, Remus and Frank. Sitting on the couch waiting for him.

"Blimey mate, I thought that you have a plan of proposing her in the dorm.", Sirius joked. James rolled his eyes. Alice came to them and said,

"Will you get your ass down, or you have a plan to propose my best friend here?"

"Yes, yes we are coming", Remus said.

Everyone was wearing perfect clothes. James set an color theme. For boys magenta suit and light cyan robes, and for girls light cyan evening gown and magenta robes.

They move out of Hogwarts and suddenly something he remembers, which he forgot a few minutes ago.

"Aah the ring. I have forgotten to take the ring with me!!!", He gasped.

"What the hell prongs, we are nearly there and you are saying that you have forgotten!!", Remus said agitated.

"Wait, I have an idea. What about a summoning spell, we don't have to go back and it'll came to us itself.", Sirius suggest and Prongs did the same as suggested and after a minute a small box was flying towards them. James catched the box and put it securely in his pocket.

He reached Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop and it was unrecognisable. The whole place was decorated with middlemist red flowers. Their was a mannequin which was made as same as Lily, for the eyes two dangling emerald were places. An arc way made with the combination of white lilies and middlemist red. The whole floor was covered from the petals of middlemist red, a chandelier which was decorated by white lilies. Curtains of white lilies in every window and a large hoop of flowers where James is supposed to sit on in his knees and propose Lily.

Everyone was their, he invited every teacher of Hogwarts and every house students excluding slytherins, but unknown to them a Slytherin serpent was watching everything with shattered heart.

"I can't believe my James is finally going to get his girl. The girl he adored when he first laid his eyes on her. We thought that we'd be dead until he gets married, but we are lucky that we are going to saw every important moment of his life. We waited for him for fourty five years. We love him and Lily", Euphemia Potter gave her speech and everyone clapped.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the star of the evening. My best friend and James's future wife Lily Potter.", Marlene announced to which James blushed like an ass of a monkey. Unfortunately for James, Sirius saw this and hit his ribs with his elbow. But James didn't mind because he saw something beautiful he haven't seen in his whole life. Lily.

She came from the front door. She was wearing a beautiful Creme colored long gown and mocha brown robes. It was a handcrafted dress from famous wizarding designer. The dress was made from pure lotus silk and was studded with precious crystals. A elegant, yet classy ruby choker with Ruby and diamond earrings.

In the corner their was a couple who was envious of them. Man was thinking if this boy is wearing this classy suit and arranging this really expensive engagement party. Then which car he drives. His fiancé was thinking almost the same but for her sister, who'll brag about her rich fiancé's wealth. How can this ugly freak can set a boy like this rich.

"W-what am I doing here, how did I get here and what is all this?", Lily said. James knew that professor McGonagall remove the confundus charm.

"Lily darling, why don't you ask James yourself. Please go there, to him.", James's mother said sweetly. Lily do as she said.

James sat on his knees and shove his hand down his pockets, he take out the ring case and opened it infront of her. Lily was stunned, like she is petrified by the Basilik.

"Evans, will you marry me?", James asked with love. She didn't have words to say anything, she was stunned. Her heart was racing like a Zouwu, but she knew what she wants. What her heart what. James.

James's heart was sinking as she take time to answer. He knew it was the worse idea, now he'll lose the love of her life. Their was complete silence. A dead silence.

"Well Potter, I will marry you but only on one condition.", she said sternly. Now James was really tensed but he dared to ask her about her condition.

"Only if you agree to change the diapers of our babies.", She said with tears in her eyes and smile on her face. James was stunned for a minute then they shared a deep passionate kiss and hugged each other. For the first time from his childhood James Potter was crying. He was sobbing like a baby, so as Lily.

Every guest has tears in their eyes, but still the two guests were not interested in anything. They made their way out, but no one seems to care about them and outside the window Severus Snape's eyes were filled with anger and loath for James Potter. Inside the tea shop the couple was still hugging each other and sobbing with happiness.

"So let me raise a toast, for the couple I love the most. Jily", Sirius said and every chanted the same. "JILY"

~THE END~

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nekoabiwrites · 5 years

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Of Princes and Potions - Chapter 8

...I don’t know what to say before this chapter...

AU: Royal, Fantasy Pairing: Pining Logince Words: 2895 Warnings: Sympathetic yet still a lil shit Deceit. Anything else, please let me know.

Summary: Roman has a run in with his favourite wizard and his friend, but the two seem skittish and nervous around him. He wonders about this to several people and they all knowingly tell him cryptic things. Roman is determined to figure this all out.

“And thus, concludes this week’s session. I hope that you will find this informa- Where are you going?”

Roman visibly jumped as his tutor used an accusatory tone with him. He turned and grinned wide, acting as though he wasn’t trying to run out of the room they used for the tutoring sessions, “I thought you were finished, sir. I also have something planned that I need to be on time for, so if it is okay with you-”

“Sit down, Your Highness. The tailors will understand if you are a few minutes late. My classes do not end until I dismiss you. I tell you this every week.” The tutor sighed disapprovingly.

The prince knew better than to attempt to argue with the stern man. He trudged back to the seat he’d been slumped in and threw himself back down, his arms folded in defiance. He watched as the tutor raised an eyebrow at his actions but didn’t acknowledge them any further. Instead, the man went on a long spiel about the independent work he was assigning the prince to complete before their next session.

“Now…” The tutor paused, watching the eager prince sit up straight in his chair finally, “You are free to leave.” He had barely finished his sentence before Roman was out of the door. He sighed once more, the tiredness clear in the exhale.

Roman walked as fast as he could down the corridor, wanting nothing more than to be away from the awful, small, stuffy room they used for the tutoring session. He didn’t even know why it was necessary for him to still have these sessions. Sure, he was learning about the relations between his kingdom and others that neighboured nearby as well as several other important things he’d need once he took the throne from his father, but he still didn’t see why it was needed.

After turning a couple of corners, the prince slowed to a leisurely pace. His mind seemed to clear, and his mood immediately brighten. All he could think about was the upcoming ball, especially as there were only a few more weeks until representatives from all nearby kingdoms and all the noble children would gather in the castle ballroom to celebrate him. Every single detail needed to be absolutely perfect and Roman used any and all downtime he had to dream up the perfect party.

His thoughts were paused when he noticed two figures further down the corridor he’d now turned into. It was obvious from the first glance that it was the wizard and the knight captain, which was an odd combination in Roman’s mind, but he accepted it.

“Greetings, Sir Virgil and Sir Pendry!” Roman called from the end of the hallway.

Immediately, both of the other men seemed agitated. From the distance Roman was at, even he could see that they both tensed significantly, and their faces turned paler than he’d ever seen. The wizard turned sharply and practically sprinted up the corridor away from him, while Virgil stood his ground in the centre of the space, seemingly trying to act as a barricade in case the prince decided to chase after the retreating man.

Roman continued his pace, through he was extremely curious as to why his presence had caused such a reaction. Upon his approach to Virgil, he began to ask questions, “What was all of that for? Where did Sir Pendry run off to? Are you two hiding something from me?”

It was immediately clear that the knight captain was incredibly nervous to be near Roman at this moment. He laughed shakily and tried to seem calm, but failed miserably as his voice started to shake as well, “Why would we, need to hide anything from… from you, Your Highness?”

Roman cocked his hip and crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow in order to provide a non-verbal answer to the knight captain.

“W-well, anyway, Logan just… uh, I mean, Sir Logan needed to, um… do some… thing… really important.” Virgil was visibly sweating now. The prince watched one droplet slide from the knight captain’s forehead and down his cheek, which was swiftly wiped away with a sheepish laugh. Very suddenly, Virgil stood to his full height, “I just remembered, I had somewhere to be. Goodbye, Your Highness.” He turned sharply on his heel and walked briskly down the corridor, following the path the wizard had tore down only a minute or two prior.

“That was, by far, the oddest interaction I have ever had…” Roman muttered to himself as he watched the retreating back of the knight captain. It took the prince a moment to comprehend as much as he could about the situation he’d just been a part of. He was fixated on it as he continued his journey towards his own room.

His two personal tailors were already waiting for him once he arrived.

“I am incredibly sorry for the delay. I was kept longer than intended by my tutor.” Roman dramatically spoke as he entered through the large doors. The two inside were quick to reassure the prince that nothing was wrong, which had Roman smiling.

After ensuring the prince was comfortable and ready, one wheeled out a mannequin that was wearing an already completed outfit.

“Is it up to your standards, Your Highness?” asked one of the tailors with a bow.

Roman couldn’t respond with words for a moment. The piece was absolutely stunning. He’d given his request, as well as a few designs he’d quickly sketched to the tailors a few weeks ago and they had accommodated everything he wanted and did so much more. He approached it and gently ran his hand over one of the sleeves that were freely hanging.

“It is wonderful. You have truly created something from my wildest dreams.” Roman finally said, a genuine smile crossing his features as he turned to both of the tailors in turn to thank them.

If there was one thing Roman loved, it was getting a new outfit for a ball. They were always massive occasions and it was really the only place he could wear some of his more outrageous outfits. He was helped into the new outfit by the tailors and stood in front of the mirror, taking in every detail. How the pure white of the outfit contrasted against his tanned skin, how the detailed additions stood out as features against the garments as they were so bright and vibrant. He truly felt like a prince in the outfits he wore to the balls, and this was the best one yet.

The two tailors quickly busied themselves with pinning the extra fabric, so it sat perfectly on Roman’s body. They made conversation with the prince, getting him to elaborate on his plans for the ball and what he was going to do leading up to the event. Roman was more than happy to tell anyone who would listen about all the thoughts he had, so he began to ramble – which led to him going far off topic and just ranting about anything that came into his head.

At one point, he managed to get onto the topic of his sparring with Virgil and the rest of the knights, which then led him to talk about his relationship with the knight captain who managed to uphold such a scary reputation.

“I think he is far too harsh on everyone and really needs to improve his attitude sometimes. He barely even seems to respect me or my person, especially when he bests me in a duel. He is far too cocky for his own good. Though, I guess sometimes he can get rattled. I mean, when I ran into him on the way here, he was extremely nervous about something or other, which was odd. I’d never seen Sir Virgil so emotional.” Roman mused aloud, not really thinking about what he was saying, “Oh! Speaking of emotional, I also saw Sir Pendry talking with him just before and the man just ran away when I called out to him. Now, that was extremely off-putting. I thought I was really getting somewhere with him, especially after all of that effort I put into our conversations…”

There was a light snort of laughter from his side. Roman turned his head sharply to look at the tailor, who titled their head up to make eye contact with the prince, “I’m sure your effort has not gone to waste, Your Highness.”

“Yes, I am sure Sir Pendry only left in a hurry as he had something going on in that odd tower of his.” Said the other tailor from behind him.

“Exactly. Do not think you did anything wrong, Your Highness.”

“We can assure you that your relationship with Sir Pendry is far from damaged.”

Roman’s suspicions were aroused by their choice of words, “What are you implying? Are you both keeping secrets from me?” The only response was a small smile as the tailor who had been sharing his gaze turned back to their work.

The rest of the session passed in silence as Roman pondered what they had said with scrutiny. He did ask at regular intervals for more information, almost getting to the point of demanding they tell him what they knew or else they’d receive punishment. However, the tailors were finished before he got to that point. Both of them quickly removed the outfit from him and said their goodbyes, leaving the prince all alone in his room with his thoughts.

Roman, with nothing else to do with his time, resigned himself to attempting to get the independent work he’d been tasked with by his tutor earlier. But, no matter how hard he tried to focus, his mind was always pre-occupied with the strange behaviour of the wizard and the knight captain, as well as what the tailors had said to him that day. Even as he ate, his mind would not falter on the matter. This led the prince to walk out to the stables in the low evening light.

The best way for Roman to clear his head was to get out on Allegria. The feeling of being so free, able to fly wherever he wished in the sky was what he needed to throw away almost any thought that plagued him for too long. Roman assumed he would be unimpeded as he retrieved the pegasus, as this was not a time that Demitri tended to the horses at the stable. However, it seems the animal handler was mixing up his schedule as he was there when the prince entered the building.

“Good evening, Your Highness.” Demitri said as he bowed low.

“Good evening.” Roman responded, his mind solely focused on retrieving Allegria and just getting out in the skies.

As he reached her stall, Roman was able to hear the other man walking around behind him. He opened the gate and led the proud animal out before finding her reigns.

“Isn’t it quite late to be going for a flight, Your Highness?” Demitri asked. His tone was cocky, confident and definitely held a hint that he knew exactly why the prince was going out on a late-evening flight.

Roman didn’t even respond as he fitted out Allegria, so she was ready to be ridden.

“It is obviously none of my business.” Demitri spoke up once more as Roman hoisted himself up upon the pegasus once they were outside, “But, I don’t think this flight will help you as much as you think…”

Roman snapped his head towards the animal tamer, who was now wearing a smug grin, “What do you mean? Tell me, immediately.”

Demitri shrugged noncommittally, “It’s obvious that something is bothering you, Your Highness. I am simply saying that your usual actions are unlikely to help you, is all…”

The prince narrowed his eyes, watching every movement of the other for anything that might give away anything else, “I simply know that Allegria needs her exercise and that is all.”

“Of course, Your Highness. I must just be seeing things.” The animal handler continued to speak, even as Roman coaxed his steed into turning away from the scarred man, “I am sure it has nothing to do with the nervous state that I saw Sir Logan in earlier today…”

Roman’s interest was immediately piqued. He tossed his leg over to the other side and slid off of the back of Allegria, who was already frustrated at having to wait so long to get going, but he ignored her frustrated sounds, “What?! What do you know?! Tell me!” Roman approached Demitri, getting as close to the man as he was comfortable in.

“I just saw him running through the corridors earlier, soon followed by Sir Virgil and then yourself. I simply put the pieces together, Your Highness.”

There was something this man wasn’t telling him, Roman was sure of it. The glint in his eyes was giving him away. The only thing Roman needed to figure out was how to get the secretive man to spill and tell him everything.

“I am not going to elaborate further, Your Highness.” Demitri said with a victorious smirk, “It would be mere speculation and that would not be helpful to you.”

Roman could only watch as the animal handler walked back into the stable, his mind still trying to think of anything he could do to get the information out of him. He eventually gave up and got back onto Allegria. Just as he was preparing to get her up in the sky, he heard something from behind him.

“You have nothing to worry about. Everything is going just as you want it.”

The prince had no chance to ask for clarification from Demitri as Allegria, tired of this useless back and forth, took off on her own accord, making her rider scramble for a proper hold on her. This did have her receiving a verbal scolding, but she barely seemed to care.

The pair soared through the skies for a while, enjoying the breeze and the freedom, and yet Roman was still lingering on everything. What Demitri had said, what the tailors had said, how the two men had reacted to his mere presence. Everything was adding up to have Roman believe that everyone was simply hiding something important from him. Though every time he attempted to think about what it could be, Roman’s mind swung back to think about how the wizard had reacted and how everyone alluded to their relationship being fine, that nothing was wrong. It puzzled the prince, but also had him just aching to know more.

So, when his eye caught the lit-up window in the highest tower, Roman couldn’t help himself. He headed straight for it, assuring his pegasus companion that they would not be hitting the wall this time.

Roman was immediately overcome with a strong feeling of need upon seeing the wizard hard at work in his tower. Once he was close enough to distinguish some of his features, Roman had Allegria slow even further, so they were approaching as such a speed that it allowed the prince time to truly appreciate the sight of magic user.

The man was utterly gorgeous, even if all Roman could see was the back of him. His cloak was once again resting on the mannequin behind his bookstand and the wizard had his sleeves rolled up – presumably - to get them out of the way. His hair was a mess in just the most attractive way, which had Roman’s thoughts drifting to something that was far from appropriate.

Soon enough, the prince was within range of the window. He had Allegria stay in place as best she could as he knocked on the window softly. Roman watched as the occupant of the room jumped harshly and turned in the blink of an eye to see what the noise was. When he locked eyes with Roman, Logan immediately turned a shade of red that rivalled the adornments that Roman wore daily and he rushed up the spiral staircase, tripping twice in his haste.

Now, the crown prince of the kingdom was far more confused. He’d expected the wizard to approach the window in order to open it, so he could snarkily tell the prince to leave. But instead, he’d fled once more. Roman was lost deep in thought as he took Allegria back to the stable, rid her of her flight equipment and left her in order to return to his room. He sat on his plush window-seat, looking out over the darkened kingdom after changing for bed. There was no way their ‘relationship’, as everyone else seemed to enjoy calling it, was alright, not after how the wizard continued to respond to him. Roman’s heart ached as a thought crossed his mind.

“He must hate me for something…” The prince muttered sadly to himself.

It was only a minute of self-pity he allowed himself before a flame of determination sparked in his eyes. Roman had a ball to prepare for, that was what his primary focus should be. And if he managed to impress the wizard at the same time, well… that was just a bonus, right? Roman slipped himself under the covers of his bed, a new-found passion making him excited for the upcoming weeks. He’d prove himself, no matter what.

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porkchop-ao3 · 5 years

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Charlie Foxtrot: Part 1/7

I have been working on this for WEEKS, it was initially going to be a one shot smut fic, but Tailor Rick had other ideas and made it all about him, so. This is rather a long fic, I’ve split it into 7 parts, but I worked really hard on this and I poured so much into it, I really hope someone will read this and enjoy it. It’s quite angsty, but I think it reveals a lot about Tailor’s character, and I’m proud of it. This is probably my favourite thing I’ve written.

This is a fic involving Tailor (obviously) and one of the SEAL team Ricks; the bald one with the beard. It contains sex, but it’s not wildly descriptive like my usual smut, the focus is more on how their relationship changes over time. Thank you to @hoodoo12 for reading this and helping me out at multiple stages through this story!

I enjoyed characterising the SEAL team Rick, I haven’t seen him written about much so I had fun with it. A few headcanons formed as I was writing him, one of them being a certain accent, hehe. This fic is linked in with my usual OC universe, and the ‘reader’ from those fics, i.e. Tailor’s assistant, makes an appearance. As does Hairstylist Rick, one of Tailor’s special friends. I sincerely hope you enjoy this!

Queuing up at a coffee shop was not something Tailor did often. His assistant would normally do it for him, though she was spending a weekend with her boyfriend. This had already put him in a bad mood, but to make matters worse the coffee shop just happened to be at the Citadel, of all places. Though Tailor usually vowed never to consume anything produced at the Citadel, he was sure he would die without a coffee, and so there he was, standing with arms crossed as he waited to be served.

The hipster looking Rick working behind the counter finally turned to serve him. He wore his hair in a man-bun and had a rather impressive beard, and under the apron he was wearing Tailor could see one heck of a garishly patterned shirt. The barista stared at him for a moment expectantly, and Tailor tutted when he didn't get the polite greeting he had been waiting for.

“Good afternoon,” he said with a bite to his tone. “One black coffee please. W-with two shots of espresso and three sugars. Please.”

“Sugar's over there, you help yourself. What's your dimension code?” the barista replied, his expression not changing once. Tailor told him then the barista held his hand out to him. “Fifteen schmeckles.”

Tailor narrowed his eyes but handed him the money anyway. He was then ushered over to the side where other Ricks were waiting for their orders. Tailor put some distance between him and the others, not wanting to make eye contact and get stuck talking to one of them, heaven forbid. Not that Ricks were the most conversational of people, but there was a smiley looking guy with a lazy eye and a bowl cut looking his way and Tailor did not want to encourage him. He stood there with his eyes planted firmly on the Rick behind the counter preparing drinks. He liked to keep an eye on the people preparing his food, when given the chance.

It was a couple of minutes before he finally got his order and he marched over and took it from the barista. He shuffled over to where the sugar and napkins were and set to work stirring in three sachets of sugar one by one. He stared down into it and sighed as he watched the sugar dissolve. It'd been a long morning and he had been running on one cup of coffee. That was not good. He'd been at the Council of Ricks’ offices to discuss new robes. He'd been desperate to redesign their uniforms for years and was finally given the opportunity. It was bittersweet, however, the head of the Council, Riq IV, could be a bit of a dick and Tailor couldn't quite work out if they'd get along or not.

Tailor picked up his drink and turned around as he started closing the lid on it. He didn't even notice the body that was standing directly behind him, and walked straight into it. His instinct was to apologise and move on, he wasn't one for confrontation. That was until he registered the heat spreading across his chest, which he soon realised was his coffee. His fresh, black coffee. Black coffee. On his suit. His white shirt. His baby pink suit jacket. Baby pink. Black coffee. His jacket... Thousands of pounds worth of jacket... Black coffee.

“What on earth are you doing, you bloody idiot!? Don't you see me standing here? Why are you standing so fucking close? Get the fuck away from me, haven't you ever heard of personal space?! Look at me! Look at my fucking suit! Do you have any idea how much this costs you thick skulled, absolute bloody wanker!?” Words just erupted from him without control. He could sense everyone around him staring but all he could focus on was the dark stain all over his front. He was livid. It was beginning to hurt, the heat from the coffee, but he didn't care.

“Uhh–” the other Rick started.

“Look! Th-tha-that's never going to come out! I hope you have your fucking wallet with you because otherwise we're going to–” Tailor finally looked up at the man he was yelling at, and stalled. “We're going to- um, you'll- we'll have…” he mumbled, his eyes glazing over as he took in the solid wall of muscle at eye level, the dog tags hanging around his neck, then the stern expression of the bald headed Rick he'd just lost his shit at. He seemed to be a military Rick. Of course, who else would Tailor have just called a thick skulled, absolute bloody wanker?

The Rick quirked a brow at him, waiting patiently for him to continue. Tailor cleared his throat, turned and tossed the remainder of his coffee in the bin behind him, and then arranged his face into a more composed expression.

“It doesn't matter,” he said, his voice smaller than before. He forced the next words from his lips despite it going against every fiber of his being. “It's just a suit.”

The bald, ripped Rick gave Tailor an odd look, sizing him up and analysing him. He had a large yet well groomed beard – no moustache – and numerous piercings. There was a plug stretching each earlobe and a stud above his top lip; Tailor would've turned his nose up if he wasn't worried about pissing him off any more. He squirmed under the attention, wanting nothing else but to run away from the situation and hightail it back home. That wasn't going to happen, it seemed. The Rick wasn't moving out of his way.

Feeling a need to fill the silence, Tailor spoke. “I apologise for my language. I didn't mean to cause offense.”

The other Rick frowned for a few moments, and Tailor felt his pulse pounding in his skull, almost giving him a headache. Suddenly, however, Rick smiled, then chuckled.

“I've heard worse, and from more intimidating folk, too,” he finally spoke, his voice not at all like Tailor had expected. He had a southern drawl, softer around the edges than he'd come to expect from most Ricks. It was still deep and a little gravelly, but he sounded… friendly? Friendly and extremely kind on the ears. “I'm sorry about th-that suit of yours. What d’ I owe you?”

He was reaching into his pocket for his wallet, and Tailor could do no more than stare. He was half expecting a swift punch to the face considering how he'd yelled at him just moments ago, and he was just stunned he still had all his teeth. He was also stunned at how opening his mouth had made him about twice as attractive.

“Um, that's quite alright. N-not to worry. I know a lady who- maybe she can get the stain out.”

“I don't know, black coffee sure is a son of a bitch,” Rick frowned, looking down at the stain on Tailor's shirt.

He didn't seem to mind about the splatter up his own front, but he was just wearing an off white wife beater. One that showed off just how thick his arms were, how toned his muscles were. He saw the edges of tattoos peeking out from over his shoulders; they must've covered his back. Tailor swallowed hard and averted his eyes.

“I don't want your money. It's fine,” he murmured, adjusting his tie, as if that was going to do something to make him look better.

“At least let me take you back to mine, get you out of that suit.”

“I'm sorry?” Tailor balked, his face immediately heating up, his eyes watering at the sudden pressure of the blood rushing to his head.

Rick smirked, clearly amused.

“I've got some detergent back at my place, su-supposed to be real good. If we get that shirt and jacket washed fast we might be able to save it.”

“Oh! Oh right. Of course. Yes, that's probably for the best.” Tailor nodded, instantly regretting his reply. He'd been so relieved to have his lewd misunderstanding cleared up that he hadn't really been concentrating on his own response. But there was no going back now.

“It's just up the street from here. Two minute walk!” Rick smiled, a lopsided kind of smile that was incredibly endearing. Tailor winced.

“Actually, I–” his sentence fell short and he sighed. Rick had already turned and was heading for the door, Tailor had no choice but to just follow.

Rick's home really was just a short walk away in an apartment block. It was pretty average, Tailor thought, and he noticed quickly that the place was lived in. It wasn't a complete pigsty, but it was far from neat and tidy. Tailor started to wonder what he was getting himself into, but he found himself just rolling with it. He agreed when Rick offered to make him a cup of coffee, he wasn't a huge fan of that instant stuff but he wouldn't complain, he still needed some. He took a seat at the kitchen table as he waited, brushing away a collection of crumbs from in front of him.

“You wanna take off that shirt and jacket? I can- I'll toss it in the wash.”

“Oh, yes, b-but it must be a gentle cycle,” Tailor warned, slipping off his jacket. He cleared the pockets of their items, leaving them on the table.

“Gentle?”

“Yes. Perhaps you have a delicates setting?” Tailor questioned, handing the jacket off to him. He was looking back at him with a blank expression and Tailor held back a sigh. “Don't worry. Whatever you usually put it on will be fine, I suppose.”

“You wanna borrow a shirt or something?” Rick asked, looking down at Tailor's shirt again.

Tailor hadn't really thought about taking his shirt off in front of this guy until now, and he was suddenly very nervous. Why on earth had he accepted this damn invitation?

“Um… yes. I suppose I should. Thank you,” he finally replied after a pause that was far too long.

Rick nodded and left the room for a while. Tailor groaned quietly, brushing his hand backwards through his hair to tame non existent flyaways, then he loosened his floral tie. He unbuttoned his shirt and was shrugging it off just as Rick returned.

“I tried to find somethin’ that might be to your taste,” he said, holding out a button up shirt to him.

The thing was creased up to hell. It looked like it'd been sat at the bottom of a drawer for God knows how long, but Tailor appreciated the effort. He swapped with him, and dressed in the borrowed shirt. It swamped him, given Rick was a lot more bulky than Tailor, and he found himself heating up in the face again.

He felt like some chick dressing up in her boyfriend's dress shirts. He'd never worn anything so ill fitting.

After starting up the washing machine, Rick placed a cup of coffee down in front of Tailor as he finished up buttoning his shirt; he left the top few buttons open, his own tie hanging loose around his neck. It smelled musky and faintly of cigarettes, it didn't seem to have been worn for a while, and Tailor wondered if it’d even been washed since the last time Rick had worn it. Oddly enough, the thought stirred something in him and he crossed one leg over the other, clearing his throat as he took a sip of his drink to distract himself. He burned his tongue, but didn't react.

“How's the coffee?” Rick asked him, looking at the spot where Tailor was resting the mug against his lip, blowing into it to help cool it.

“It’s fine, thank you. Coffee's coffee,” he said. “It's perhaps the one thing I'm not particularly picky about.”

“Huh? Is that so?” he replied, and Tailor caught the beginnings of a smirk as he lifted his own cup.

Tailor raised a brow, ready to question him, but decided to change the subject.

“You're in the military,” he stated. He'd noticed a few things laying around the apartment, photographs of him in uniform, with other Ricks in matching clothes. The dog tags around his neck were a giveaway too.

“SEAL team.” Rick replied. There was nothing arrogant about the way he said it, Tailor was surprised at how matter-of-fact he was.

“Well, then I feel as though I owe you an apology,” Tailor forced himself to say, lifting his head, holding his chin high.

Rick frowned. “What for?”

“For lashing out at you, calling you a thick skulled wanker, and so on.”

“You already apologised for that,” Rick pointed out, cupping his hands around the mug of coffee.

“Yes, well, I wanted to make sure there were no hard feelings.”

“Sir, I invited you into my home, washed your clothes and gave you some of my coffee. Does it look like there's hard feelings? Don't worry about it. Water off a duck’s back.”

“I meant no disrespect, if I'd have known who you were I'd never have dreamed about speaking to you in such a way,” Tailor admitted, avoiding eye contact. His face felt awfully hot.

“B-but if I was just some other Rick, some barista or store assistant, you'd have stood by it all?” Rick snorted, cocking a brow and smirking.

“Of course,” Tailor said, taking a sip of coffee. Rick chuckled, shaking his head.

“Fair enough. So what do you do with yourself? You look pretty fancy in that suit, must be doing well.” He jabbed a thumb in the direction of the washing machine.

“That suit is one of mine. I mean, I made it. I-I-I'm a tailor, a dressmaker, a designer.”

“Oh! I ain't seen you around the Citadel before.”

“That's because I don't work here. I was just meeting with the Council today, I'm working on some designs for them,” Tailor said nonchalantly, not even noticing the way the other Rick's eyes widened.

“You work for the damn Council? Holy shit, you are doing well.”

“The Council? I suppose it's a pretty high profile job. Though, I've worked for royalty back in my home dimension, so it's rather a step down.”

“You design the crown jewels or something?” Rick snorted. “I've never really heard of a British Rick. I know they're out there but you're the first I've met.”

“And you're the first Rick I've met with that lovely southern drawl,” Tailor replied, his tone lowering into a flirtatious one unintentionally. The other Rick blinked at him, his expression unchanging. Tailor quickly moved on, dropping his gaze to the mug. “I've made multiple dresses for her majesty the Queen, wonderful lady, absolute pleasure to work for. I've worked on suits for Prince Harry and William. Their wives have both worn dresses by me. Actually, I've been told to expect a call about a special commission for the Duchess of Cambridge.”

“Wow. You're a real hot shot, huh?”

“Well, I've worked hard to make a name for myself.”

“I believe that,” Rick nodded, his gaze lingering on Tailor for a few moments before he looked away. The two fell into silence for a while as they drank their coffee.

TBC...

#rick and morty #fanfiction #rickcest #tailor rick #seal team rick #rick sanchez #council of ricks #hairstylist rick

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prettyyoungtragedy · 6 years

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“Controlled and Calculated” (1)

“That’s not exactly a good coping method.” - Prompt w/ Bucky Barnes

Summary: Bucky Barnes, always controlled, always stoic, always calculated. He’s an attorney and a damn good one at that. Until his new courthouse dance partner is the most sure footed, infuriating woman he has ever come across.

A/N: This is an AU drabble (I use the term loosely here) series for @mydragulesebastian 2.5k challenge Congrats Babe!. It’s not great, I tried I promise. It’s a lot of angst and drama and! Drop me some feedback if you want, :) I love hearing from you guys! and of course who would I be if I didn’t write at least one angst AU fic every couple months?!

Pairing: AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

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The infernal clicking of her pen in her hand is driving him insane. He wants to reach over, grab the pen from her hand and throw it out the goddamn window.

Click. Click. Click.

His gaze flits over to where she sat, opposite him, arm resting on the large glass rectangular table, leaning back in the leatherback conference room chair, an almost smug look on her face as she listened to one of the Partners of the firm talk.

Click. Click. Click.

Bucky takes a deep breath, trying to control his frustrations. He is trying to pay attention to what is being said but all he can focus on is that damned clicking.

Click. Click. Click.

Why won’t she stop clicking that fucking pen!, He thought frustratedly to himself. He looks back at his boss standing at the end of the conference table, Peggy Carter, a formidable force of nature. An absolute shark in the courtroom, of course she was, with the leading Law Firm in New York city, why wouldn't she be.

“Isn’t that right Bucky?” Peggy’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts, she’s looking directly at him. Her eyebrows raised, prompting him to speak.

Shit, he wasn’t paying attention. Bucky clears his throat, and opens his mouth to speak but is suddenly cut off by the new girl. Who looks directly at him, a smirk on her face.

“I don’t mind taking point with Bucky on this.” She said, her voice velvety smooth and sultry. “That is, if he is okay with it.” She added, tossing her hair over her shoulder. That tight white blouse she’s wearing is intensely distracting all of a sudden.

Then she begins that fucking clicking of her pen again and Bucky’s gaze met hers. He wants to throw himself out the window at this point.

“I don’t need help on the case, sorry newbie and its James.” Bucky said, his voice assured and commanding correcting her. Only his friends were allowed to call him Bucky. Everyone at the table tensed when he responded. Bucky had been one of the senior partners at the law firm for a year now and no one stepped on his toes. He got his shit done, and didn’t as anyone for help ever.

Bucky never lost a case.

Peggy cleared her throat, “Well seeing as she’s your new partner, I think it will be good for the two of you to work this case together.” Peggy stated, giving Bucky a look that meant don’t argue with her. He had known her all his life and knew better than to talk back when Peggy gave him that stare.

He had multiple questions run through his mind at that very moment, His new partner? What the hell did that mean? Why didn’t Peggy inform him and why was he getting a partner, he had never had not. Not in the 8 years of working here.

“Not a chance” Was all he responded, steeling his expression back to a scowl that everyone was used to seeing him with.

“And why not?” She actually challenged him, openly in front of everyone. A senior partner at the firm, was being challenged in a meeting by a newbie. Bucky raised an eyebrow at her and shook his head.

“Because I don’t need your help. I have this one in the bag already.” Bucky retorted, a little arrogantly.

This caused her to snort at his response. Bucky was highly amused by her attitude. Who the hell did she think she was.

“We will discuss it later.” Peggy sighed, cutting in before the argument got heated. Already knowing what a fight this was going to be, hence why she never told him about this little arrangement.

The woman whose name he hadn’t bothered to learn yet, sat back in her chair. Smugly swinging in at as she looked at him. A smirk on her face. A pretty face, even though it annoyed him.

Then there it was again, that fucking clicking of her pen.

Click. Click. Click.

That sound absolutely grated his nerves. So much so, that as Peggy continued with the rest of the briefing on the case, Bucky couldn’t drown out the sound that her pen was making. He had actually never been more infuriated by a pen before in his entire existence.

And the second the briefing was over, Bucky pushed himself out of his chair, grabbed his briefcase and marched out of the conference room. Eager to get away from that woman and her annoying fucking pen.

Everyone stared after him, and Peggy sighed. Bucky always was a difficult one, but he won cases. So she kept him happy. This new spanner in the works was definitely going to be tumultuous but she’d have to make it work.

“Good luck in there.” Peggy said, turning to the girl who had been sassing Bucky and giving her a look and an assured nod.

There was just a smirk of confidence in response.

“What an arrogant fucking bastard!” You muttered to yourself as you hit the button to the elevator. In your arms is the multiple case files Peggy Carter your new boss had handed to you before you left the conference room.

It was day one at the new law firm, you had moved from up from Baltimore to the New York. On recommendation from your old boss to Peggy Carter’s firm. She had seen your work, and was thoroughly impressed with your track records assuring you she had just the place for you in her firm.

The way she spoke about James Buchanan Barnes, you were expecting a charming, friendly man. Not the grumpy, arrogant asshole that sat before you in that conference room.

How were you going to work with a man who wouldn’t even acknowledge your presence in a room. And he never bothered to introduce himself when Peggy said you were his new partner.

“Arrogant prick.” You muttered once more to yourself as you stepped into the elevator, moving to stand all the way at the back and lean on the mirrored wall of it. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. You needed a drink and it wasn’t even 11AM yet.

Just as the elevator doors were closing, a hand obstructed them from closing and a handsome blonde stepped in. You opened your eyes and looked him over. He wore a perfectly tailored suit, and had a dashing smile on his face. He was at least 6ft3.

“Hello.” He said in a deep voice, a wide smile on his handsome face.

“Hi.” You replied, unable to keep from smiling back.

“I haven’t seen you around before.” he said, “You new here?”

You nodded, “My first day.”

“Ahh well, welcome to Carter and Stark Attorneys” He said, “I’m Thor.” He offered his hand out in a handshake.

“Thor as is the mythical norse god of thunder Thor?” You couldn't help but laugh as you shook his large hand

Thor winced and scratched the back of his neck, sort of blushing. “Yes, don’t ask, my parents were weird.” He chuckled.

“I don’t judge.” You laughed, introducing yourself to him.

“So, how do you like it here so far?” Thor asked, reaching his hands out and taking the many files from your hands. You let him, as the sudden gesture surprised you.

“Well my first case and I think my partner already hates me.” You sighed, “He seems an ass though.”

Thor chuckled, as the elevator dinged on the floor you were heading to. Both of you stepped out and you turned to him. “Who's your partner?” Thor asked.

“It would be that asshead.” You sighed as your gaze spotted Bucky Barnes walking towards the elevator, looking at a case file in his hands. You hadn’t noticed how immaculately he was dressed in a dark navy suit, a crisp white shirt and a striped tie. When he wasn’t sitting opposite you looking like an arrogant ass. Bucky’s features were soft and ridiculously handsome.

Bucky looks up from the files in his hands as he reaches the elevator, his gaze sweeping over you for only a second before he turned to Thor. “What took you so long?” He snapped at Thor,

The tall blonde just shook his head and rolled his eyes, “Geez Barnes, relax. I’m here now, let’s go.”

Bucky shook his head in irritation and then began to walk away, Thor threw you a handsome smile “Nice meeting you” He said, handing you back your casefiles “Oh and good luck with…” He motioned a thumb towards Bucky whose back was turned towards the two of you. Then he followed Bucky into a nearby conference room.

You sighed, and looked around the office. Crisply decorated with, beige tones, glass desks, and green potted plants. It was gorgeous, you loved it but you still sighed.

This was your life now, you might as well strap the fuck in and tackle it head on. And oh boy were you in for a ride.

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wannawrite · 5 years

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혼자야 - forever rain 🌫

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group: day6

members: park jaehyung, kang younghyun

genre: platonic, brotherly "fluff" :">>

a/n: jaehyungparkian but written with no intention of making it gay HAHAHAHA i really love their relationship +++ I WAS IN SUCH A BIG WRITING RUT so this was birthed ¡¡¡ originally a reject of my youngk series (when you love someone) LOL

imagine that brian doesnt know jae well yet and vice versa yEA HAHAHA this takes place before congratulations era~

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Just as the clouds shrouding the city in mist had so subtly predicted, it had began to rain, and it had began to rain mercilessly.

The raindrops fell from the clouds, plummeting towards Younghyun's bangs at a lightning pace as if the seemingly harmless, rolls of white and grey had finally reached its breaking point and decided to offload their anger on the public.

Gradually, with each droplet gathering into one big puddle, and escalating into a waterfall, he could see the drops draping precariously on the rough tips of his brush shaped bangs, as if he was wearing beads on the tips of his hair.

Younghyun sighed as a song he held dearly to his heart, the song that spoke for their hustling generation, Forever Rain started to play, perfectly in sync with the now, unlike him. He had sighed a lot of times today, but that was most probably, his expression to life most of the time.

His songs, too, were sighs of his own. Younghyun's self written songs were never a voice of his own-they were simply a insignificant puff of hot steam, emanating tiredly into the air like a ball of wispy feathers only to disappear into thin air two seconds.

This song on his phone too, was a sigh.

A beautiful sigh.

Just like you

If I could

Just knock on somewhere

If I could kiss

The whole world so hard

Would someone welcome me

Maybe embrace my weary body

His pretty, gradually angled eyes looked up to the sky with the gaze of a baby lamb-innocent and demure. The world seemed to stop for him as he saw the beautiful teardrops of the sky pour down, knocking furiously onto his shoulder and asking for an invitation to come in.

The clouds were of white, grey, and dark grey hues, all layered vaguely together in a gently fierce gradient as their feelings oozed out onto the lamp posts, from the tips of Younghyun's raven locks to the edges of his tailor made black shoes, skimming to the depths of the drain.

The sky when it cried was so beautiful, and so unjudgemental to whoever it poured out its feelings to.

However, beneath the curtain of his clustered, jet black hair hid Younghyun's gentle sigh-in the knowledge that he'd never be able to do the same with his group members.

Still, for the first time since he had come to the thriving, fast paced city of Seoul, Younghyun felt raw, enveloping love drip through every vein in his blood as he stood upright amidst the care of the rain, and listened silently.

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"Younghyun! What the heck, why are you standing like that there? You're a soaking mess, get over here!"

Revelling in the quiet of the rain caressing his ears gently and quickly, Younghyun hadn't noticed anything amidst his little zone of peace until his ears opened before his eyes did. Standing across the road was a tall figure with a striking, red umbrella domed over his even more striking blonde bangs.

"Wait, I'm sorry, I just-" Younghyun struggled to gather his words, scrambled across the road like the rain puddles as he broke from his standing position, with rising fear of disappointing his friend in his chest.

"You don't have to apologise. I know you've always liked the rain, you told me that." Jae laughed in his low, boyish voice before placing a hand on Younghyun, who had finally came back to reality and started to approach his friend. Knowing very well that it wasn't the reason for him standing there, the younger boy couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt surface to his forehead as he nodded slowly.

As both of them walked to the venue with a sudden, yet somehow not so awkward silence hanging around them, Younghyun knew, with an uneasy feeling in his heart-that someone that took to socialising like a duck to water, would never understand the pleasure of having something as insignificant as the rain to accompany them.

"H-Hyung?"

"Yes?"

"Have you ever felt lonely before?"

The squeaky sound of Jae's rubber soles ceased with his question, and they stopped walking, in sync with the previous calmness that had soothed Younghyun.

Filling the awkward silence was the pattering of raindrops, crashing louder on the field of ridges in the pavement but a little softer on their umbrella.

Suddenly, the rain didn't seem so comforting after all.

"Lots of times." Jae suddenly spoke to break the silence, with an unreadable, blank expression on his face. Not being able to see a smile spread across his dashing, clear cut features felt very foreign to the younger boy, and seeing Jae feeling lonely, felt just as foreign to him.

Surprise was evident on Younghyun's face as he susceptibly raised an eyebrow.

"You're joking." he said disbelievingly.

Jae shook his head quietly. "No, I'm not."

He looked to the floor with an unusual maturity emanating from his gaze, and paused for a bit before speaking again.

"Just because I have a lot of friends doesn't mean I don't feel alone."

Instinctively and unconsciously, Younghyun's lips parted ever so slightly, gaze transfixed sharply onto the sad sliver of light skating across the curves in Jae's small, miniscule pupils.

He never really saw Jae this sad over something as small as being alone. Over being away from home, sure-over occasional fights with members, sure-but never, the hollowness of not having someone by your side.

Then, an uncheerful-maybe even condescending, maybe even bitter laugh slipped through the gaps of Jae's loosely clenched teeth.

"Ah, Younghyun, I really, really can relate to All Alone more than you think I can." he said, tone a lot more gentle than before before continuing, "It's funny, isn't it? When you have so many people surrounding you but it makes you more lonely than you were before."

Slowly recalling the sting of past incidents, Younghyun found himself nodding as he replied, "Yeah. It really just feels like...just feels like..."

"No one really cares."

The same words had come out from the mouth of two seemingly different people.

Then, with a brief exchange of glances, Younghyun started to giggle with an understanding, almost happy feeling in the crease of his eyes, and in turn, causing Jae to giggle back.

They both stood stupidly in the crowd, in the prominent presence of the storm clashing behind them-laughing, laughing and laughing, before reality hit their smiles like a brick and put a halt on their silly fit.

"H-Hey, Younghyun-or should I say, Brian-" Jae teased, with the corner of his smirk digging a small dimple at the side of his lips and earning a slap from Younghyun- "whenever you feel lonely, talk to me, yeah? We can be lonely together."

Casually, he hung a lazy arm around Younghyun's shoulder, eliciting an endearing, hearty laugh from the younger boy.

In turn, Jae's smirk softened to a smile.

"I'm totally cringing at myself for saying this, but-I'm always there for you."

Feeling the warmth amidst the cold weather beneath the laces and crosses of Jae's soft, red jumper, Younghyun's heart blossomed a small spark of warmth himself-a warmth he had never felt upon arriving in Seoul.

"I'm always there for you too, chicken-hyung." he smirked, masking his gratitude well and subsequently, arousing a strong reaction from Jae. "Hey, excuse you, since when were you-hahahahaha-allowed to-HAHAHAHAHA-tickle me?!"

In the rain, as two children played, beneath his squeals of laughter Younghyun thought inwardly-that if this was really the after effects of the rain, he wanted it to rain forever.

THE END

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forgive me for how absurdly cliché this story is, this is just a warm up LOL i was having writers block after church camp but ughhh i learnt sm and grew sm spiritually <333 my life has honestly changed forever and isjdjsjsjdjs im so SOOOOO thankful rnnn hhh

anywaY like this was originally supposed to follow up w my current youngk series but i didnt really write it w my emotions so i was largely unsatisfied ://// so it was an unfinished reject sitting in my notes for a while and i really never intended to publish it HAHAHAHA until i realised i hadnt wrote in ages and then liKe i felt so so empty nd i felt like i had forgot how to immerse myself properly whenever i tried to start a chapter so all of them came out really fake and it was like a 8 year old composition quality work LOL but anyway even tho im not that happy w this either i needed smth to write (without having to think up an opening LOL IM WORST AT STARTING A STORY) to help me grasp my emotions better again <33 so i started today at "H-Hyung" HAHAHAHHAAHA obvi it has to be about my 2 day6 biases uwuwuwuwuwu

IF YALL CLDNT TELL BTW THe sCOPE OF THIS STORY WAS LARGELY INSPIRED BY MY MANS KIM NAMJOON UWUWUWU stream mono guys he deserves it :3333 alt this mixtape has been getting a lot of hypE BUT hehehe idk ilh and forever rain especially :)

also i apologise if yall are getting sick of seeing so much day6 on this blog lol as u can see i have been SO SO hooked onto their music and knowing more about them so ;------; i will write whilst i have the most inspiration to do so !!

thanks for sticking by my shitty posting times rip :"""" this is also to revive the blog because l and i r on vacay watch it slowly die for the next few days iM SORRY :(

from your favourite chicken and briyani enthusiast ^3^

(WILL BE EDITED SOON)

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unerring-connoisseur · 6 years

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A day to remember... (IgNoct Fluff)

This be one of the many suggestions I received on the Ignis page of Facebook to write! I combined two ideas into one here and I present to you some somewhat awkward IgNoct fluff!

Tagging: @nemo-ne-impune-lacessit @roses-and-oceans @chocobabyporcelain @angel-dream @angelic-guardienne @yoitssabrinee @nicole--syneah @stunninglyignis

“Here goes nothing I guess…” Noctis mentally prepared himself as he entered the Citadel’s royal tailors. He still wasn’t completely sure what he was getting today, but he knew it had to be the best birthday present that he could possibly think of getting for this person, bar actually doing what he was told for a whole day with no objections. The raven-haired boy stepped inside and was immediately hit by the smell of fabric and leather - a smell he used to think was nauseating but as he grew so did the smell on him.

“Ah, y-your Highness! To what do I owe the gracious pleasure?” The tailor jumped upon lying eyes upon Noctis and it startled him a little, not expecting such a… loud greeting.

“Heh, hi there. I-I’ve come to place an order,” Noctis started, rubbing the back of his head as he slowly approached the counter where the clerk was perched.

“O-oh! Of course! And what might your order be your Highness? You can be sure that whatever it is I’ll have our best people working on it as soon as you utter the words to me!” Ok…

Half an hour passed as Noctis tried to get all of the details he had previously thought of to come to the forefront of his mind - he was adamant on getting everything correct. Once he was certain the over-enthusiastic clerk had gotten everything he asked for right and had been reassured countless times that it would be ready for two days time Noctis sighed with relief and exited the tailor’s, making his way then to carry on with his business for the day which consisted of training with Gladio next.

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Those two days passed by excruciatingly slow thanks to an endless amount of work Noctis had to get done so that he could justify getting two days to himself and the recipient of the gift he had just picked up after worrying about it endlessly since he placed the order. Is it right? I hope it’s right. Is it as good as I think it is? I hope so… Noctis’ brain tortured him the whole way through the Citadel, clad in his most the most presentable casual wear he owned - which happened to be his princely fatigues. The raven-haired boy finally reached his destination and he stood outside the door second-guessing himself for a moment. Is this a good idea? Oh Gods, what if they’re not that good at all? Dammit Noctis just do it already…

After the mental prepping he knocked on the office door in front of him and he heard that oh-so familiar voice granting him entrance and his stomach fluttered.

Noctis entered the room with his eyes to the floor and he closed the door behind him, the small box containing his gift situated behind his back so it was out of view of the recipient. He looked up and met the gaze of his most loyal and trusted friend and adviser, one Ignis Scientia.

“Ah, hello Noctis, how are you?” Ignis raised his head from his paper work and smiled at Noctis and it sent his stomach into a gymnastics act.

“H-hi, Iggy. I’m good thanks, hope you’re alright too heh.” Dammit Noct…

“I am well, thank you. Pray tell, what exactly are you hiding so terribly behind your back?” Ignis chuckled as his gaze met Noctis’ again and he froze. Uuuhhhh, this wasn’t in ‘giving gifts for dummies?!’...

“Oh, um, it’s nothing special, I just thought that you of all people deserved something for their birthday and so… here you go, Iggy.” Noctis stepped forward and placed the small box on Ignis’ desk. It was a simple black box accented by a ribbon in Ignis’ favourite shade of purple. Noctis watched as the slender man raised a brow at the box before taking hold of it, unwrapping the ribbon gently and opening the box. Ignis’ eyes widened and Noctis felt his heart drop to his feet.

“My word…” The slender man lifted the contents from the box in one hand to admire them. They were a new pair of Crownsguard gloves, modified slightly. They were near enough identical to Ignis’ current ones, although Noctis had made specific arrangements with the clerk to use the best materials that they could get their hands on - and being a royal family, that meant a lot of potentialities - so that they allowed for better comfort and durability than his old gloves. Or rather, his old ones if he chose to accept Noctis’ gift. The only other difference was that on one strap the name ‘Scientia’ was engraved and the other, ‘Caelum’.

“Noctis… these are beautiful…” Ignis rose from his chair and walked around his desk, smiling at Noctis before he pulled him into a gentle embrace. Noctis couldn’t stop his hands from wandering around the back of the slender man and holding him, if only for a few sparing moments. “Thank you, I will treasure these always.”

“I would hope you will wear them as well,” the raven-haired boy quipped, “but not yet, your duties have been covered for the next two days courtesy of yours truly and you are to spend that time with me. I will hear no objections, only witness your acceptance.” SEE, I CAN be formal when I want to be…

“Oh my, well consider me silenced. I accept your proposal.” Ignis laughed, uncharacteristically beaming at the young boy.

“Meet me at our training room tomorrow at 7pm. I have a little something planned for you.” Noctis felt his confidence rise momentarily and he gave the slender man a wink as he spoke, moving for the door to make his exit.

“Consider me there, your Highness. See you at 7pm sharp.” Ignis returned the wink as he mocked a bow at Noctis and he wasn’t ready for the flurry that action sent his stomach into. Noctis simply nodded then and headed out of the office door, closing it behind him and taking a quick moment to catch his breath before heading home for the evening.

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Watch. He’s already there. And he’s already prepared because he’s Ignis fucking Scientia and he’s fucking perfect and when is he NEVER prepared for ANYTHING and oh gods I’m rambling to myself… Noctis was a mess of feelings as he approached their training room. This was a room that Ignis, Gladio, Prompto and Noctis used when they wanted to be free of the Citadel but still have enough grounds to train in; be it written training or physical. For now, though, the occupants were to be just the nervous wreck of a prince and his trusted adviser and… friend. Yeah, we’ll leave it at that for now… Noctis approached the door and opened it, his sight being graced with Ignis’ lithe form occupying one of the benches on the other side of the room. Somehow he hadn’t heard him open the door and this gave Noctis a few moments to observe. He knew Ignis was lean and well kept, but he had never truly taken the time to admire him when he was rid of his jacket and in naught but a well fitted crisp-white shirt and black slacks. His legs were longer than he remembered, although he’d never really taken much time in the past to observe them. His- “You’re three minutes late, yet I suppose I can dismiss such rebellious behaviour this night…” Ignis quipped, lifting his head to smirk deviously at the raven-haired boy. Noctis was clad in similar fashion to Ignis, except instead of a heavenly white shirt Noctis wore a hellish black shirt that defined his scrawny being as well as Ignis’ shirt defined his supple, toned torso.

“My apologies, birthday boy, but I had to be looking my best, y’know. Couldn’t let the side down…” Noctis chuckled as he entered the room, smiling warmly at Ignis.

Ignis laughed in response, “so Noct, why are we here? You told me to meet you here but ceased to mention your intentions.” Ignis did that thing he did that made Noctis want to never take his eyes off him. He leaned his weight on one leg, crossed his arms and raised a questioning eyebrow at him, meeting his gaze. Gods be damned…

“W-well, Iggy, I-” Noctis saw them then - the gloves that he gave to Ignis yesterday - he was wearing them and it made Noctis beam with happiness. “Ahem, as I was saying, I wanted to take this opportunity to get- no… ask you to teach me how to dance.” The raven-haired boy felt his face beginning to redden as Ignis’ expression shifted until he settled with a smile.

“My, my… I never thought I’d see the day. This truly is a special occasion if you are in fact offering to learn instead of myself or Gladio forcing you to thanks to royal protocol.” Ignis chuckled as he shifted his weight and began moving towards Noctis. He stopped in the centre of the room and beckoned the prince. “Come then, my lady, we shall start our session. I do hope you have the appropriate music at your leisure.” Ignis bowed and lifted his head in mock amusement, waiting for Noctis to make his move.

“Well, my fair gentleman, aren’t you glad I came prepared.” Noctis smirked back and pulled his phone from his pocket, pressing the play button and the speakers set up around the room began playing a wonderful salsa mambo. Holding back a laugh from the wrong choice of music Ignis waited until Noctis was almost flush against him and he held his right hand up.

“If the lady would be so kind as to take my hand, we shall begin our lesson.” Ignis’ posture was perfect and it was then that it truly hit Noctis how well versed in the dancing arts Ignis was.

Noctis scoffed at Ignis’ mocking and he raised his hand to meet Ignis’, he wasn’t prepared for the way Ignis intertwined their fingers together, however, causing his breath to hitch slightly. The way the leather of his new gloves felt against his skin was marvellous. Ignis took a mental note of it but decided to stay silent on the matter. “Now, you will want to rest your other hand on the gentleman’s shoulder like so,” Ignis instructed as he lifted Noctis’ other hand to rest on his left shoulder.

“Huh, easy enough. Looks like we’re ready to start embarrassing me,” the raven-haired boy chuckled, straightening himself up properly in preparation.

“Indeed, now, follow my lead and try not to step on me too much…” Ignis gave a sly smile before he began to move and Noctis was quick to follow, his full attention now on Ignis.

Forward, to the side, forward, to the side again, forward, oh a different side this time… The dancing itself proved to be much more fun when it was Ignis he was learning from. He’d tried countless dancing teachers and actual dancing at balls but nothing ever compared to the embrace o- “Hey! What was that for?”

“Eyes, on me, Highness, you’ll never impress the ladies if you keep at bruising their shins.” Ignis chuckled as he squeezed Noctis’ hand gently.

“Well, what if I don’t want to impress the ladies…” the raven-haired boy retorted under his breath, just so Ignis couldn’t hear him. Or so he thought.

“And why would you not want to do that Noct?” Ignis asked, starting up the dance again. Noctis could feel his face turning the same shade as a red giant but he didn’t want to hold back now - not after all these years in silence. He made a bold move to bring Ignis down so that he was lying in his embrace, Noctis leaning over to hold him up. Of course, it didn’t actually go that way and mid transition Ignis fell from Noctis’ grip and he went tumbling to the floor, the raven-haired boy falling on top of him.

Even more embarrassed than before Noctis willed the strength to carry on and look Ignis in his surprised gaze, despite his extremely flushed appearance. “Well… that’s because I don’t want to impress anyone other than you, Ignis… that’s the way it’s always been…” He could feel his normal self trying to force him away from Ignis and run home to not see him again for at least a week or so, but today was different and he stood his ground uncharacteristically. Ignis had no words, the only reaction he gave as Noctis frantically searched his expression for a reaction was his eyes widen so far that he thought they were going to pop out of his head. He wasn’t ready for what happened next, though. Ignis raised his leather-clad hands to Noctis’ face and pulled him down into a passionate kiss.

Noctis couldn’t quite believe what was happening but it was exactly what he had hoped for and so he returned the effort. His hand drifted up Ignis’ side as they both indulged in each other’s essence a while longer before the slender man broke the kiss. “N-Noct… I-” Ignis was cut off by Noctis lifting his finger to his lips. “Nope. You don’t need to apologise or explain yourself or anything like that today. All I need is a simple yes or no: do you want this? Do you want me?” Noctis quizzed as he scanned Ignis eyes for his answer. Words in that moment were not good enough for Ignis so he answered with another kiss, deeper this time and with much more intent soon to unfold with it...

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