happy birthday you shit


Because these boys share their birthdays in the same month, I drew ‘em both!

H A P P Y  B I R T H D A Y  T O  M Y  T W O  R E D H E A D  C H I L D R E N


→ Catherine de Medici + Francis II, for @cassanabaratheon, Happy Birthday sweet <3

moodboard - for @julietcapulct

happy birthday hollie! 🕊️

Grantaire rhymes with “anniversaire”

So it is (was) @deboracabral‘s birthday, so here is a little piece about Enjolras and Grantaire celebrating Grantaire’s birthday! (Featuring Enjolras being a Good Boyfriend™)

Grantaire shuffled slightly, sleepy noises companying his quest for the cold spot of the pillow. Even with his eyes closed, he knew the sun was already up, but he couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge it just yet. Just one minute. Just one hour.

Something touched his cheek, pressing against it ever so gently. Grantaire’s eyes fluttered open, stuggling against the light.

“Joyeux anniversaire,” a familiar voice sang softly. Grantaire could feel a warm little breeze blowing againt his ear. “Joyeux anniversaire. Joyeux anniversaire, Grantaire. Joyeux anniversaire.”

His vision was blurry, but he could still make out the outline of a face surrounded by a golden halo of hair. A dopey smile lazily stretched his lips. Above him, Enjolras smiled as well.

“I would have slept in a suit, if I had known,” Grantaire said, his voice made somewhat raspy with sleep.

Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the light, lifting up the blurry veil hanging in front of him. Enjolras was still in his pajamas, looking down at him with a bright smile. Many strands of hair had escaped his ponytail during the night and now flowed freely on his shoulders, sticking out in every direction. They shone in the sunlight like a thousand golden threads.

“How are you feeling?”

“A quarter of a century old,” Grantaire yawned, settling comfortably against the pillows.

“I can’t relate,” Enjolras teased.

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six thousand miles away

This is my very small gift for Oikawa’s birthday! Thank you @miya-atsumu-miya-osamu for the prompt! 

“Happy Birthday, Oikawa-san!”

A camera flashes as he leans in to blow out the candles on his cake. Around him, his teammates are boisterously chanting his name, and patting him on the back. Oikawa can’t help but smile, it’s his birthday after all. Doesn’t matter if the smile is fake.

The captain of the team hands him a knife so that he can have the honor of cutting the cake. He’s sure to hold his smile in place while he does so. They all went out of their way to purchase him his favorite cake, and practice was grueling as usual yet they stayed behind to celebrate with him, so it’s the least he can do. 

It isn’t like Oikawa doesn’t appreciate his teammates. It’s just that the person he wants to spend today with most of all is six thousand miles away. His boyfriend is currently in America studying abroad. The distance has been hard on them both with the only bright side being that they haven’t bonded yet. Distance is far more difficult for mated pairs. Though sometimes, it feels like they’re already a mated pair.

The captain leans on Oikawa’s shoulder, far too close for comfort. “The night is still young, Oikawa-san,” he says suggestively, “A few of us wanted to go out for drinks. Join us?”

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Closing In (a show canon ficlet from Alec’s POV)

He took his sister inside to safety, relieved that she came to her senses, worried for her state of mind and physical health, but she’s back and he will do whatever it takes to help her through it.

He hears a sound that makes him freeze in movement and strain his hearing. It’s a mingle of clanging, screeching and screaming as if he were under water. When he rushes out of the room, he sees a blinding white light spilling from every window and crevice from the institute’s walls, through the roof of the cathedral into the night sky.

He stands frozen, his lungs so tight he can barely breathe, his stomach turning into knots.

His body wills his feet to move, faster, down the stairs, taking too many steps at a time yet sure-footed, and he hurries into the institute’s main hall, his legs slowing as his eyes take in the view before him. Bodies, corpses, so many of them.


Somebody activated the Soul Sword and killed them all.

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