“Happy Birthday, Parker.” you whispered from behind Peter’s ear, causing him to turn around from his school locker to face you with a radiant smile. You rose onto your toes to leave a red-lipstick print on his cheek, soon satisfied with his giggles.
You brought the bouquet of lavish roses that were hidden from behind your back. “These are for you, birthday boy.”
Peter reached for the bouquet in your hands and brought it to his face, the heavy fragrant scent filling his nostrils.
Disclaimer: I did not have time to do research on how divorce proceedings in Scotland in 1958/1959 would have unfolded so this is almost certainly in no way historically accurate. I also don’t care that it’s not.
[ps he looks so fucking matured in this gif alright]
You had called Jaebum last night, wishing him a happy birthday over facetime and letting him spend his birthday with his family. Honestly, you didn’t have any plan to surprise him, seeing as you were still across the world on the night of his birthday and Jaebum wasn’t really big on birthdays; not his anyway. He would rather spend it at work saying how it was his thirtieth birthday and it started to seem dull as he got older. But Minsik had plans, and he had personally called you asking where you were and when you had told him you were thousand miles away, he completely freaked out.
“But you have to be here!”
“Why?” you laughed, messing up the front of your hair to add volume to it.
“It’s his thirty-first birthday.”
“Thirtieth.” You corrected and he only replied with the click of his tongue. “Hyung’s not happy alright when you’re not around.”
“He’s fine alright? He’s thirty years old. I’ll go see him in a few days.”
“No!” he argued and somehow had convinced you to take the closest flight back home to (in his words) make Jaebum’s day.
Requested imagine where you’re Josh’s little sister and have a massive crush on Tyler, but too scared to tell him. Then he tells you he has a crush on you and it’s super duper fluffy.
You guys asked for fluff so here you go, enjoy frens!
Ever since you found out that Tyler played the ukulele, you’d been nagging your older brother Josh about getting one. So when it came to the morning of your birthday, and he presented you with your very own ukulele you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face.
Imagine: walking in on Emmett baking you a cake for your birthday
The smell of vanilla and icing was all Y/N could sense as She walked up to the Cullen household. Today was her 18th birthday. The day before she was going to be changed by Emmett.
“Emmett I’m here” Y/N said as she stood outside the door waiting for one of the cullens to open the door but there was no reply. Y/N pull the handle down and walked in slowly walking up the stairs and into the kitchen staring at Emmett as he focused on the cake trying to make it perfect
“Hello Y/N happy birthday” Alice screeched from behind her making Y/N jump and almost fall in horror as the rest of the cullens laughed.
“Y/N I thought you were coming later” Emmett said walking the cake over to the table
“I was but my party was boring so I walked out and I missed you” Y/N said whispering the last part
“Walking out of your own party that’s my badass girl” Emmett said smirking as he picked you up and placed his lips on yours
Requested by: @willowjett because it was her birthday a few days ago :)
Warnings: Smut, oral, sorta fluffy beginning i guess.
Word count: 1,639
A/N: Hey guysss, this fic is a little shorter and it was kinda rushed so sorry if it isn’t my best work. Also yes, I closed requests for now because I’m super busy this week and next week on the 29th, school starts again so I won’t have much time to write any requests. I still will be writing but I’m mostly working on finishing other fics I already started. Anyways hope y’all enjoy this! I think next thing I write will be some Theo smut.😉
“Stiles, you know I don’t like surprises.” I slightly complain as his big hands cover my eyes, completely blacking out my sight.
“You’ll love it, trust me. We’re almost there.” He says, guiding me forward to an unknown place.
I almost trip over an object in my path, the sound of a snapping branches and crackling leaves clues me in to where we are. Stiles captures me in his arms before I fall, standing me back up on my feet.
“Woah there, don’t want you to get injured on your birthday.” He chuckles and stops walking. “I have a better idea, but I’m gonna need you to close you eyes. No peeking.”
Without warning he lifts me up from the ground, dangling my body over his shoulders. I open my eyes, having a perfect view of his butt.
“You have a nice butt.” I giggle at him and he playfully slaps my butt, causing me to let out a small yelp.
“No peeking!” Stiles jokingly yells and I continue giggling at him. He quickens his pace, knowing I’m not very patient. He finally stops and he grasps me by the waist, pulling me down from his shoulder. I look around to see a big wood cabin in front of me surrounded by tall, thin trees. In front of the door, a paper is placed on it saying “Open.” I look over to Stiles and he nods his head. I instantly open the door to see a candle-lit room filled with colorful balloons and a cake placed on the table.
“Happy Birthday babe.” Stiles says from behind and I turn around, placing my arms over his neck. I smile up at him, our eyes lovingly gazing at each other. He smiles back at me, taking my cheeks in his soft hands and presses his lips to mine. My brain lit on fire and warmth spread out throughout my body. He wraps his arms around my waist as my hands locked behind his neck, pulling him closer. His lips slowly detach from mine and I whine at the loss of contact.
“I want to show you something.” He grabs my hand, taking me back out behind the cabin. We sit in the dock next to the lake, spending our time enjoying the view. I stand up to stretch my legs, Stiles doing the same. A mischievous grin grew on his face, Oh god what is he up to now?
“Stiles…” My furrow my brow at him, confused at the change of look on his face. “What are you up to?”
“Me? Nothing.” He says innocently, shrugging his shoulder, keeping the mischievous smile on his face.
“Hmm.” I hum suspiciously, turning my back to him to gaze upon the lake. I feel a pair of hands grab me from underneath my thighs, lifting me off my feet onto Stiles’ arms.
“Stiles what are you-” I get cut off and let out a squeal when he throws me into the cold lake water. I pop my head out of the water and catch my breath.
“Stiles!” I playfully yell at him and he laughs. I swim up to the dock and grab Stiles’ leg, dragging him into the water with me. He slashes into the water and latches his hands on my waist.
“Now we’re even.” I victoriously giggle at him and he splashes me in the face with the water.
“I’m going to head out to take a shower.” I say, lifting myself up to the dock as Stiles follows behind.
“Make sure you find the little present while you’re in there.” He says from behind me and I turn around, looking at him confused.
“What present?” I ask and the mischievous smirk grows on his face again.
“You’ll see, and make sure you read the note.” He tells me and I start to get suspicious.
“Stilinski, you’re full of surprises.” I chuckle at him, walking back into the cabin.
“And there’s more to come.” He widely grins at me as he walks back into the cabin along with me. I walk into the bathroom and I see a suspicious decorated bag on the counter. I place my hand inside the bag, and reach for the note. The note is written in Stiles’ handwriting and it reads: When you’re done, put this on. Happy Birthday Dana. I reach back inside the bag to feel a familiar material. I take it out to see a red lace bra with a matching red thong. I chuckle at myself as I realize what he’s doing. I head into the shower to wash off quickly. I get out of the shower and dry myself off with a towel. I grab the little present from Stiles and put it on, then walk out of the bathroom. Looking to my left, I see Stiles in the living room fiddling with a huge box covered in decorative wrapping paper and a big bow on top, another one of his surprises. I step closer to him while he’s clueless I’m in the room.
“Stiles.” I say and he instantly turns around. His eyes widen as he gazes upon me hungrily, his jaw slightly hangs open. He opens his mouth about to say something, but he’s at loss of words.
“Holy shit…Dana, y-you look.. Wow, You’re beautiful.” He stutters and I giggle at the noticeable bulge in his pants.
“Was this your plan all along?” I smile at him, slowly stepping closer to him, closing the gap between us.
“I told you, I’m full of surprises.” He smirks at me and I turn around, walking towards the bedroom. Completely aware that Stiles is staring at my ass, I sway my hips, knowing he would follow behind.
“So are you coming or what?” I grin at him, walking to the bedroom. He follows right behind entering the door. He slams me against the door, roughly connecting his demanding lips with mine. His hands make their way to the back of my thighs and he detaches his lips from mine.
“Jump.” He says breathlessly and I do as told. He catches me from under my thighs and reconnects his lips with mine. He walks towards the bed, throwing me onto it, never breaking the kiss. His body grinds over mine as he starts placing kisses on my neck, taking his time to leave dark red and purple marks on my skin. I let out a soft moan as he kisses his way down to my breasts. His hand find its way underneath me to unclasp my bra and he takes it off, throwing it across the room. His mouth wraps around one of my nipples, biting down gently causing me to let out a whimper. His lips kiss down to my stomach, then down to my thighs. A wave of heat rushes over me, my skin prickling under his touch. He curls his pinkie around my thong, stripping me from it and chucking it behind me. The unbearable ache in my core is driving me insane as he kisses up my thighs, nearing my core.
“Stiles.. don’t tease me on my birthday.” I breathlessly whine out. With that, he buries his head into my core, his tongue sucking hard on my clit, making a filthy moan escape my mouth. His tongue draws figure eights around my bundle of nerves and I try bucking my hips up but he restrains me with the tight grip on hip. One of his hands slide down to wet folds and he pushes two fingers inside of me. I loudly gasp as he works his fingers fast, he chuckles against my clit, and the vibration making me moan out his name. I tightly tangle my fingers in his hair and within seconds I fell apart, turning into a moaning mess. He licks his fingers clean then lifts his head back up to my lips, making me taste myself on his lips.
“You taste soo much better than that cake.” He lowly rasps behind my ear, causing me to shakily whimper. He then began stripping himself from his shirt tossing it to the corner. He stands up, unbuttoning his khakis and pushing them along with his boxers. His hard member sprang up, slapping his stomach. He gets back on top of me and slides his cock up and down my wet folds, and I softly moan as he teases me.
“Stiles, please.” I beg him and he enters me slowly, allowing me to adjust to his size. I gasp loudly, arching my back as he began to thrust into me. He connects his lips with mine, swallowing my moans. “Fuck,” He groaned against your lips, “You feel so good”
“Stiles..” I moan as he began to quicken his pace. Hearing me whimper his name, he thrusts faster and harder. I moan his name again and again as he repeatedly slams into me. The fire in my abdomen intensifies, digging my nails on his back leaving scratch marks as he went deeper. His lips glide down to my neck, sucking on my sweet spot, sending a wave of pleasure through my body.
“Fuck, Stiles” I moan loudly as the knot in your stomach tightened. His pace quickens once again and I clench around him, tipping me over the edge as I scream his name. Soon after, I feel his thrusts get sloppier, his cock twitches inside of me. I feel his warm release and he groans my name as he came. He places a light kiss against your lips before laying his back against the bed with you.
“I love you, Stilinski.” I breathlessly say and I smile at him.
“I love you too.” He smiles back at me. “I have another surprise for you in the living room.”
BIRTHDAY birthday would be so excited about it like he’d take ratio out to dinner and just not stop grinning the whole time and ratio would be like “what’s with-” “NOPE NOTHING NOTHING AT ALL”
Who stressed more over wedding planning:
probs ratio he stresses over everything
Who decorated the house:
ratio jc if birthday did he’d probably convert the dining room into a ball bit (BUT ITS MORE FUN THIS WAY RATIO CHAN)
Who does the cooking:
birthday’s specialty is breakfast but ratio cooks the rest of the time
Who is more organized:
ratio for sure
Who suggested kids first:
ratio (okay i know we said happy headcanons but) what if birthday nervous that ratio wouldnt want to have kids just because what if birthday relapses and then ratio has to take care of them on his own so he doesnt bring it up but then ratio does and awwww birthday would be so happy
Who’s the cuddler:
birthday cuddles first but ratios the one that wont fucking let go
Who’s the big spoon/little spoon:.
most of the time ratio is the big spoon but every once in a while he’s the little spoon
What’s their favorite non-sexual activity:
birthday trying 2 have a good time and ratio trying to keep that idiot from hurting himself
Who comes home drunk at 3am:
birthday then he gets hours of “i told you so” during his hangover
Who kills the spiders:
Who falls asleep first:
birthday then ratio falls asleep to the sound of his breathing and heartbeat
A head canon:
kink headcanons birthday likes roleplaying and ratio is a slight exhibitionist
Their relationship summed up in a gif:
Do they have any “rituals”?
getting out of a bed is a challenge (especially on rainy days) they go through a whole process of hitting the snooze then dragging themselves out of bed to go shower together then ratio just hugs birthday from behind while birthday makes breakfast and basically if they have to be anywhere early in the morning sleeping in the same bed is a bad idea
“I’m heading out, Mama,” Sarada called back to her mom.
Sakura peeked into the hallway and saw Sarada putting on her shoes. “Tell Ino and Sai I said hello,” Sakura said. As Sarada was just about to pull the door open, Sakura stepped out and cleared her throat. “Remember your manners when you’re there, okay?”
Her daughter turned to look at her.
“I love you,” Sakura said, pushing some strands of hair out of her face.
Sarada’s face broke into a wide grin. “I love you, Mama.” She closed the door behind her and began to make her way over to Inojin’s house. Sakura was running errands today, and although Sarada was old enough to trek the village and walk to her friend’s house, she was not yet old enough to stay at home by herself in case something were to happen.
About twenty minutes later, she was knocking on Inojin’s house door. A tall, beautiful, blond woman answered the door. “Sarada-chan!” Ino clapped her hands together in delight. “Just in time, I see.”
“Hello, Auntie,” Sarada said.
“Come on in,” Ino motioned Sarada to enter. She took off her shoes and looked up to see Inojin making his way over to her. “Inojin,” Ino said, “Why don’t you go show Sarada what you and your dad have been working on? I have to rush off to the hospital really quick.”
“Okay, Mom.” Inojin nodded at Sarada. “Good morning.”
Sarada nodded back at him and gave Inojin a smile. “Hey, Inojin,” she said, the two of them walking across the house into their large studio, “I have a favor to ask.” The blond boy glanced back at her inquisitively. “Could you teach me how to paint?”
The blond gave her a small smile. “I’m not a very good teacher, but I know someone who is.” He opened the door to the studio and saw his tall father inspecting the painting he and Inojin had been working on together. It was a landscape shot of the hokage faces carved into the mountain with the village in the foreground. The areas with larger strokes were clearly done by Inojin while the small details were what Sai was filling in.
The entire room was decorated with paintings, all of them by Inojin, Sai, and Ino. You could see their personalities in the brush strokes and colors they chose. Most of Ino’s paintings were of flowers. Sai had many abstract and landscape paintings, and Inojin was practicing his animal and human anatomy. Despite the differences between all of them, one thing was the same: they all portrayed happiness.
Sai was concentrating hard with his brush when the two kids walked in to greet him. “Dad,” Inojin cleared his throat.
Sai turned and saw the small Uchiha girl and gave her a pleasant smile. “Ah, Sara-chan.” Sarada cocked her head to the side, not sure if he had really just given her a nickname.
“Sarada wants to know how to paint,” Inojin said before turning to look at the girl. “What is it that you wanted to paint, exactly?”
Sarada looked at her feet shyly and sucked in a breath. In a quiet voice, she described the scene she had in her head: she wanted to paint herself and her family. She wanted to paint her mother and father on either side of her holding her hands as she swung from them, but you would only see their backs. She wanted the scene to be frozen in time to the exact moment where her parents lifted her off the ground, legs swinging with happiness.
Sai looked at the little Uchiha girl and thought of his teammate, Sakura, and how she has been secretive about her husband’s whereabouts. When no one replied to Sarada, she began fiddling with her shirt nervously, afraid of being judged. Sai placed a hand on her head gently, causing her to look up in surprise. “Not a problem, Sara-chan.”
Inojin rushed over to one side of the studio and grabbed three, brand new canvases. He made Sarada hold them while he went back and hauled three folded easels over to them. All the while, Sai was draping a light cloth over their father-son landscape, preparing to put it away. “How long will you be staying with us?” Sai asked.
“Until later this afternoon,” Sarada replied, positioning the canvases on the easels Inojin was unfolding. “My mom is running errands with the Seventh today.” She then looked up at Sai. “Can you really teach me?”
Inojin folded his arms. “Of course he can teach you!” he said. Inojin then reached into a pouch on his hip that Sarada didn’t notice earlier and pulled out a handful of paint brushes.
Sai smiled at his son. “You know, Inojin, since you’re practicing your anatomy, you could teach Sarada.” His son looked up at him in surprise, but Sai just nodded his head reassuringly. “I’ll fill in the details.”
The duo explained the basic anatomy of humans to Sarada, and helped her doodle in an outline of her ideas with chalk. Even though it was only with the dusty outline, Sarada felt like the piece of art was complete. She could see what she had trapped in her mind on the canvas and wanted to hold onto it dearly in case it were to be tarnished by her lack of skill. Inojin insisted they continue, however, and helped her every step of the way, with Sai’s trust on his shoulders.
Sarada was thankful for their help, but she couldn’t help but feel the seeping jealousy in her heart. The skills that Inojin learned were all from his father. He learned basics from his father, from the academy and in art forms, and soon he will learn everything else that Sai has in his mind. As sarada painted her father’s tall figure on the canvas, a deep sadness swelled within her. She carefully brushed the Uchiha crest on the backs of all three of them, trying to remind herself that this is going to make her and her mother smile very soon.
Ino came back a few hours into their painting lesson and peeked into the room. “Oh?” she said, leaning against the doorway. “Well, would you look at that. My boys have become art professors.” Inojin turned and smiled at his mother before turning back and helping Sarada with painting their arms. Sai listened to his son’s explanation to make sure it was correct before walking over to his wife and giving her a kiss on the cheek to welcome her home. Sarada turned slightly and saw their moment of affection from the corner of her eye. The hollow part of her heart moaned and she turned back to her painting.
Not long later, Sarada was putting the final touches on her painting with Inojin at her side. Sai turned away from his abstract to look at their masterpiece. “Spot on,” Inojin grinned. “Not bad for your first painting, Sarada.”
She took a step back and looked at the entire work of art, pleased. Thanks to Inojin, the anatomy of her family was perfect. There was a clear difference in skill level between her brush strokes and that of Inojin’s, but hearing him praise her warmed her heart. Sai placed a hand on Sarada’s shoulder. “Good job, Sara-chan.” He then turned to his son. “Good job to you, Inojin. You’re a good teacher.”
The blond boy smiled sheepishly and shrugged.
“So this is your mom’s birthday present?” Ino asked from behind them, holding a bag. Sarada turned and nodded. “I just got a call from your mom. She’s expecting you home soon, Sarada-chan.” Ino walked over and stood behind the Uchiha girl to examine the painting. “Wow, how beautiful, Sarada-chan.”
Sarada smiled, a bittersweet emotion flooding her chest. “Thank you so much, Uncle and Inojin.” Sai inspected the painting’s edges to make sure it was dry to carry. He then walked over to one side of the studio and picked up a blow dryer to dry the center. When it was finally ready, he covered it with a cloth and handed it to Sarada’s waiting arms. It was the size of her torso, so she struggled slightly when Ino handed her the bag she was carrying.
“Will you need help to get home?” Inojin asked.
Sarada shook her head. “I’ll be okay, thanks.” She then bowed to Ino and Sai. “Thank you again, Auntie, Uncle.”
“Anytime, Sara-chan,” Sai said. The family waved goodbye to Sarada as she made her way down the street toward her home.
Twenty minutes later, Sarada finally made it home, her fingers sore from taking turns holding the bag. She glanced inside and saw seed packets, fertilizers, and flowerpots from the Yamanaka flower shop. Embedded within the mess of supplies was a paper that promised three free cherry blossom saplings.
Sarada gently placed the bag down and opened the door with her freed hand. “Mama, I’m home,” she called out. Sakura peeked appeared in front of her and quickly helped her pull the bag off the floor before noticing the painting in Sarada’s arms. Before she could say anything, Sarada held up the covered canvas. “It’s for you, Mama,” she said, smiling shyly. “Happy birthday.”
Sakura planted a soft kiss on the top of Sarada’s head and ushered her inside. She carefully uncovered the painting. A little gasp escaped from her mouth and her eyes grew wide. Her eyes drank the colors that Sarada used on the canvas and welled up with tears of joy when she looked at the big picture of their little family. “Oh, Sarada,” Sakura whispered in awe, running her fingers gently across the canvas. “It’s wonderful.”
Sarada wrung her hands nervousely. “You promise?”
Sakura pulled her daughter into a tight hug. “I swear,” she said, her eyes burning. After putting away Ino’s bag of plant goodies, Sakura took the painting into their living room and put it on top of a coffee table, allowing it to lean against the wall. Uchiha, Uchiha, Uchiha, Sakura thought, nodding at each of the figures in the painting. She certainly is his child.
Request: can you do one where the reader hunts with the boys and they
do something cute for her birthday even though they’re all on the road for a
case on her birthday? maybe a little more on the samxreader side? :)
Word Count: 686
This is such a sweet idea!! Thank you so much, I hope you have a great
“Where are we even going?” You
ask, frowning at the sign you’ve just passed – it’s obviously not the direction
you thought you’d be heading in. Dean shrugs, glancing at you in the rear-view
“It’s just a little detour.
Don’t worry about it.” He says offhandedly – normally, with anyone else, you’d
be suspicious but with the Winchesters, you never know quite what they’re
doing. You don’t question it further, though, leaning back in your seat and
enjoying the view – you seem to be heading up through some hills, the grass
rolling in every direction. There’s barely a cloud in the sky and there’s
something incredibly, ornately beautiful about the whole place.
It feels like you’ve been
driving for an age when, on the peak of the highest hill, Dean stops the car.
The road disappeared almost a mile back, and there’s mud all over the car, but
it was entirely worth it as the view…
The land stretches for miles
and miles. Wildflowers bring colour to the hills and the cerulean sky is marred
only by the diamond-like sun, casting shadows where the trees stand tall.
“Oh my god, guys,” You gasp,
slowly climbing out of the car, “This is incredible! How did you- oh my gosh.”
Sam laughs, leading you over to
a picnic table on the flat part of the peak, “Our dad used to bring us here
sometimes – on our birthdays, usually.”
“I can see why.” You grin,
following him and taking a seat, “It’s perfect.”
“Well, we figured we should do something for your birthday,” Dean says
from behind you, placing three beers on the table, “Happy birthday, Y/N.”
You’d honestly thought they’d
forgotten – you’ve never really celebrated your birthday, and you haven’t even
made a big deal out of it with either of the guys.
“Oh, guys, you didn’t have to-“
“Bullcrap, Y/N,” Sam takes a
seat beside you, “It’s nothing special. It’s a few beers on top of a hill.”
“It’s perfect.” You insist, “Thank you. Both of you, it’s amazing.”
Sam throws an arm around your
shoulders casually, but you can’t help to lean into him.
“For you, anytime.” He grins,
picking his beer up with his other hand and downing at least half of it in one,
“I’m sorry we couldn’t do more.”
“Are you kidding?” You laugh,
“You two are my favourite, you know that?”
“We damn well better be.” Dean
grins, dumping the cooler on top of the table and dropping a bag full of snacks
on the table, “We got time to spend a few hours here, and still make it in time
to get some sleep before we make a start on the case in the morning.”
“Sounds perfect to me.” Sam
grins, pulling out a deck of cards, “Round of poker, anyone?”
The three of you sit for hours,
atop the hill. You play card games and eat and drink and talk until the sun
dances on the horizon, turning the sky to a brilliant orange.
You slowly stand up, making
your way back to the car. It’s cooling down quickly, and you can just about see
your breath on the air. Goosebumps rise on your skin before you can grab your
jacket from the car, and Sam notices instantly.
“I’m okay.” You reply, but
before you can protest he’s wrapped his shirt around your shoulders. The
residual warmth from his skin warms you through, and you look up at him in
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to.” He pauses, “Dean,
I’m gonna get in the back with Y/N.”
“Whatever.” The elder
Winchester sounds indifferent, but he shoots a wink over at his brother which
you don’t fail to notice. Sam climbs into the back with you – there’s plenty of
room, but he moves in quite close to you.
You don’t mind in the
As Dean starts the descent down
the hills, you glance up at Sam, surprised to see him already looking down at
“Thank you for today.” You say
softly, to which he smiles.
Inever expected that Natsu would do ‘that’ to me on my special day. I mean, I didn’t even mentioned that it was my birthday yesterday! Natsu was seriously full of surprises. Well, I was glad he did that and at the same time, I seriously got pissed off! Sheesh, I’m glad I found a friend like him. If he keeps on being like that, I might fall for him. Oh, what am I thinking? Anyways, what happened yesterday? Well, you see yesterday was my birthday. No one knew but me so, I decided to celebrate my day with my parents - at the cemetery. Others might think that celebrating with a deceased person on the cemetery is kind of creepy and weird but I don’t care.
“Hi Mama, hi Papa, it’s been a while. Sorry if I wasn’t able to visit you these days. Another special day without you. I missed you very much. How are you? Are you doing fine in heaven?”
All of a sudden, I felt soft air passed through my body. It gave me a goose bump but in a nice way. My lips curved into a smile.
“I see, so you’re doing fine. That’s good then,”
Every year, I always celebrate my birthday on the cemetery. When someone from the guild asks,
“Lucy, where have you been? I haven’t seen you in the guild yesterday”
I would always answer, “Oh, I just thought of…unwinding somewhere. You know, just taking a break from job” what a liar I am.
It is past 6 o’clock when I decided to go back home. While I was walking, I felt someone grabbed me and covered my mouth and nose using handkerchief. I knew that the handkerchief has sleeping perfume because as soon as the handkerchief covered my nose, I felt so sleepy and everything went blank.
* * * Beautiful melody made me wake up and regained my consciousness. I got up and found myself laying inside a carriage. I find it weird because the kidnapper didn’t even bother tying me up. Didn’t he or she know that I might can escape if he or she didn’t tie me up? Or maybe, the kidnapper was just really not thinking. Or maybe, the kidnapper has no brain. Oh well, it doesn’t matter anymore. The important thing was, I can freely escape. Such a weird birthday huh?
As soon as I stepped out, fresh breeze passed through my body which made me shiver. Ugh, I should have wore jacket. I hugged myself and my eyes widened at what I saw.
In front of me, was a Sakura Tree. The Rainbow Sakura tree that shines beautifully at night. I was lost for words. All of a sudden, she heard voices singing…
“Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday happy birthday…happy birthday to you”
From behind the tree, my friends from Fairy Tail were singing a Happy Birthday song happily just for her. Natsu was the one who’s holding my birthday cake. I suddenly felt warm water appearing on my eyes.
Tears of joy.
I walked towards them and gave them a bright smile “Come on! Make a wish and blow the candle, Lucy” Erza told me, excitedly. And I did as what I told. I made a wish and blew the candle. They clapped their hands and once again, greeted me a Happy Birthday.
“You’re really all good friends! Thank you so much, everyone!”
“So, who’s the person behind this?” I asked. I noticed that they simply turned their gazes at Natsu. Based on their looks, I already know that all of this was Natsu’s idea. How did he know it was my birthday, anyway?
“W-What?” he said.
“So, I guess you’re the person who grabbed me huh?” I stated, crossing my arms together, pretending that I am pissed off at what he did - well, kinda.
“I already told that idiot flamed brain not to do that because that was not a good idea but he still did it” Gray said while shaking his head. And as expected, Gray and Natsu began their habit: Fighting
“Jee, Natsu, you don’t need to surprise me by kidnapping me. Heck, you scared me!” I sighed. He placed his hand behind his head and scratched it. With a forced smile, he said,
“Sorry about that, Luce. I thought it was a good idea and it will not scare you so …”
I shook my head and giggled. I stepped forward and threw my arms around him.
“Thank you very much, Natsu…” I whispered.
I have so many wishes. And one of them is…
“I wish nothing will set Natsu and I apart from each other…