it's fun to toy around with these ideas while we still don't have answers

  • Blake: *During a trip to Vacuo Team Rwby have decided to spread one night exploring one of Vacuo's most famous cities Los Sega during which the four girls split up, Weiss and Ruby visiting the arcades while Blake and Yang went to multiple clubs and bar. However, the next day Blake woken with a aching pain as she slowly sat up in bed.* Mrrrrr, Ow my head. *The cat faunus groan as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes before opening and instantly becoming aware that she was not at the small hotel to which She and her friend were staying but instead a rather expensive penthouse sweet.* What the? Where?... Where am I?... And Why am I coooOOOH MY-!?! *Blake started to think to her as she looked around and became aware of three things that caused she to begin to shout her thoughts before smacking her mouth shut with her hands. First, aside from her sheet she was naked. Second, She was not the only one naked as her girlfriend laid also naked sleep beside her. And the third and most surprising to the huntress was the blonde cat ears upon Yang's head and, to Blake secret desire, a fluffy cat tail coming from her lovers butt.* Oh my god! Oh My God! What happened last night!? Why does Yang have a tail!? although it does complements her butt and hips very nicely-FORCE BELLADONNA! *Blake shouted to herself inside her mind, blushing as she ran herhands through her hair, only to pause for a moment as her cat ear felt something odd on one of her fingers.* Huh? What's this?.... Oh My god. *Blake quietly said as she stared at her hand, more specifically the golden ring with her girlfriend crest engraved on it around her ring finger.* Is this? It can't be... Can it? *Blake rambled to herself before quickly searching for Yang's hand to find another ring except with her crest engraved upon it.* OH god it is... Yang... YANG! WAKE UP!
  • Yang: Mah!? Huh? Wha? *Yang mumbled, rising up then rolling to her side and tiredly smiling at the site of Blake.* Hey Good morning Blakey. Did you sleep... Uh, Why does my ass hurt?
  • Blake: Yeah Morning to you too love. Yang do you remember ANYTHING from last night Because I think we may have gotten MARRIED? Also, Your butt hurts because you have a tail. *Blake questioned in a panic, taking a moment after to calmly answer her lover.*
  • Yang: *For a moment Yang stared at her panicking girlfriend, blinking twice, before looking at Blake's ring and raising her hand to look at her own, and lastly reaching behind her to take hold of her "tail" and giving it a tug.* Mph. Heh, I guess it wasn't a dream afterall.
  • Blake: WHAT WASN'T A DREAM YANG!?
  • Yang: Well you see. *Yang started as she moved to sit up, moaning slightly as she removed the tail from her behind causing Blake to blush.* Ah.~ That is going to be sore later. You see after the I think fifth bar we went to we got pretty smashed and you wanted going to this Faunus only club, to which I picked out that I wouldn't be allowed in. However, You got the great idea of making me look like a faunus and we proceed to go to the only store open that had Cat ear which happen to be a sex fetish shop where we got the cat ears. *Yang paused for a moment to feel the top of her head and removed said ears.* These. Anyway, Before we buy them I saw the tail and told you I wanted the tail so you could play with my ass since you love to do that. So we did. We then found a quiet private place, had a quickie which ended with the tail in my butt for the rest of the night as we went to the club you wanted. We drank, had fun, got into a bar fight, started a riot, ran from the cops, hide in a church, Possible dragged race a couple of midgets, I proposed to you, you said yes, bummed into I thought Sun's uncle who happened to be able to marry us, hit the tables at a casino, won like millions, got the honeymoon sweet, and made sweet passionate drunk love til we fell asleep. Aaaand that's about sums it up. Give or take a few times I passed out in between. *Yang said as a matter of fact with a smile. Blake Meanwhile stared at her Wife dumbfounded.*
  • Blake: ... And you remember ALL of that?
  • Yang: Blakey, My Last name may be Xiao-Long Belladonna but I'm still a Branwen. We may do stupid shit while drunk but we remember it all.
  • Blake: ... You... You took my last name?
  • Yang: Yep. *Yang nod with a pop to the "p".* You kinda did the same.
  • Blake: *Blake ran her hand over her face trying to process everything she just heard, muttering to herself how her parents were going to kill her before looking at the wedding ring on her finger once more.* Okay then. So where did we get the rings? Winnings from the money we won?
  • Yang: Actually... No. *Yang stated with pink cheeks.*
  • Blake: No? Yang, from just looking at this I can tell that this are pure gold rings with I think dust in the engraves.
  • Yang: Purple dust in mine. Orange red in yours. *Yang added trying to hide her blush.*
  • Blake: *It only took Blake a second before she realized with a soft gasp how Yang knew the exact details of before rings.* How... How long were you planning on asking me?
  • Yang: For as long as we have been dating. Though honestly, I was going to when and propose to you When we got back to Vale and went to Forever falls. *Yang admitted, unable to look at her wife out of embarrassment until her cheeks were cupped by Blake who lifted her face u to give her a gentle soft yet passionate kiss.*
  • Blake: *After a few minutes as the need for air became to great the two broke apart and Blake smile.* Well we can always have a proper wedding their AFTER you ask my parents for their blessing when explaining how you married their daughter.
  • Yang: *Yang Smiled brightly as she gave Blake another kiss and hugged her.* I am perfectly okay with that and having a blackeye from your dad during our wedding.
  • Blake: Hehehe, We'll wait till it heals but first I need a shower. *Blake said as she hopped out of bed and made her way to the bath room.
  • Yang: *yang meanwhile watch with glee as her naked wife exited the room and flopped back down of the bed as she heard the shower start.* Sigh, I finally married the girl of my dreams. Hehe, I wonder how Weiss and Ruby will react? Eh? *she ponder until she noticed her robotic hand was missing a finger.* What the? I don't remember losing a finger. Sigh< Maybe its around here somewhere. Go thing I got Ruby to put in those homing trackers on my arm. *Yang thought as she pressed a tiny button at the end of her arm when suddenly from the shower.*
  • Blake: Eh? AH! AAAAAAAWW!~ Y-YAAAAANGGGOD!~
  • Yang: SORRY KITTEN!!
  • ~Else where~
  • Ruby: WEISS! WEISS! WHERE ARE YOU!?
  • Weiss: I DON'T KNOW RUBY! ALL I SEE ARE STUFFED TOY URSAS!
  • Ruby: I THINK I'M CLOSE THEN! TELL ME IF YOU SEE ANY PUMKIN PETES! *Ruby shout as she swam through the stuff anaimal she has drunkenly won the night before.*
  • Weiss: I SWEAR THIS IS THE LAST TIME I AM TAKING YOU TO AN ARCADE!... Aw~ a cute plushie Zwei.
Hireath - CEO!Daddy!Luke (pt2)

Originally posted by fallenfor5sos

A/n: Hii! Hey! It’s part two! I know it took me quite some time but yeah :3 I hope this is ok, honestly I finished typing it on my phone so please excuse any typos, I’ll go over it tomorrow hopefully. It’s fluffier than the first part, with some cute daddy!luke so yeah, enjoy lovelies!

word count: 3.8 k

plot line: Going through a divorce with ceo!luke is nothing but easy when your son and lingering feelings get in the way.

warning: idk if this counts, but this does discuss divorce, so if that’s triggering for you in any way, please read at your own risk. I just want you safe lovelies!

part 1 here :)

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The light shuffles beside Luke stirred him from his sleep, the warmth of the body sleeping next to his replaced with a sudden cold breeze. His arms reached out for the moving body, pulling it back into his embrace.

“Awake already?” he teased, his eyes still closed as he tried to go back to sleep, the familiar warmth sheltering him from the cold air, the soft whispers already lulling him to slumber.

“Yes, so wake up you big koala.” 

Your voice rang through the room, and Luke’s grip tightened around you, his face nuzzling in the crook of your neck. You lifted your hand, tangling your fingers in his blond locks, the action earning a sleepy moan from him. Your fingers danced from the nape of his neck down to his back, tracing over his warm freckled skin, your delicate movements making goosebumps rise to cover his pale skin. Luke loved nothing more than to feel your feather-light touches in the early dawn, your legs still tangled under the sheets, your cold toes slowly nudging his skin.

“mhm so sleepy” he whispered, his voice still hoarse and low. Luke smiled against your skin at the sound of your giggles, his thumb rubbing circles on your skin.

“But I’m not. I want to get up Luke,” You whined, stopping the movement of your hands and attempting to wriggle out of his grasp. Yet, even in his sleepy state, Luke was still able to hold you in place. He nuzzled closer into you, desperately yearning for your loving warm touch. 

“Promise you’ll be here when I wake up,” His words were muffled against your neck, his lips moving against your skin with every spoken word. A content sigh fell from Luke’s lips as your fingers began moving against his skin again, your breath fanning over his forehead as you peppered the patch of skin with small kisses.

“I promise”

But as The alarm clock broke Luke out of his blissful slumber half an hour later, the cold sheets were a painful reminder that once more he was waking up alone.

It wasn’t the first time his mind crafted memories of you in his sleep, the thought of you invading his dreams and reminding him everytime he woke up that none of it was real. 

He sat up, still wrapped up in the sheets, his eyes taking in his surroundings. The vast room still looked the same way it did weeks ago; cold, lifeless, half empty. The memories of you lived in each and every single little thing thrown around in the house, Jace’s touch still lingering in every corner. His hands moved to rub his face as flashbacks of his previous reverie flooded his mind. 

He didn’t know why his mind insisted on turturing him with ephemeral moments he so desperately wished to be true. No doubt in mind, Luke would give up anything to wake up in your loving embrace one more day. But for the moment, he would have to suffise with momentary make-believes his mind set up for him.

Luke shuffled into the bathroom, sweatpants hanging from his hips as he sleepily rubbed his eyes. Jumping into the shower, he hoped it would somehow take his mind off of it. But even the biting freezing water couldn’t wash off the memory of your lingering touch. 

He had to remind himself that none of the promises were truly spoken by you; you didn’t promise him to still be in his arms when he woke up and it wasn’t truly you that lovingly kissed him as he sought shelter in your embrace. Luke felt thankful that it was a Sunday, knowing that he was most likely unable to concentrate on his work the way he should; not when regret kept snaking its way to his heart.

What Luke hadn’t expected however, was to find his phone ringing as he walked out of the shower, your picture flashing on the screen. His stomach dropped the minute he read your name, a thousand thoughts racing in his mind. Why would you be calling him? With shaky hands, Luke answered his phone, bringing it against his ear as he ran a hand through his still wet hair.

“Hi -Hey!” Your voice shakily rang through his phone speakers, your breath fast and erratic as you waited for a response. 

“h-hey” Luke replied, his heart beating against his ribcage. The mixture of your voice with his previous dreams was making his mind fuzz.

“I’m so sorry for the short notice, but are you free for the day?” Bullshit. You knew he never worked on Sundays. But previously, Sundays had been his family days, and you didn’t want to assume that they were still free. Although you certainly didn’t want to think about the possible things he might’ve filled his day with.

“Y-yeah, what’s wrong?” Luke’s eyebrows furrowed as he noted how your breath was still rigid, as if you were running. He quickly moved around in his room, grabbing his clothes and putting them on as fast as he could muster. He didn’t want to think about the worst scenarios, but there was no stopping his mind.

“I need you to take care of Jace for the day. I have this huge gala, and I can’t find any sitter for Jace. I know it’s a short notice bu-“

“Of course! Come drop him off.” Luke stopped you midsentence, his answer obvious from the first syllable you spoke. 

“Thank god!” you breathed, “Because I’m right outside.”

Luke ran out of the room, his long legs climbing down the stairs rapidly to the front door. Just as you had told him, he found you waiting right outside the house with Jace cuddled up in your arms. 

Luke stared at you in awe for a second too long, before he broke out of his trance to allow you to walk in. You walked into the living room, carefully laying Jace down on the couch and grabbing a blanket to cover him up. You turned around, smiling shyly at Luke. You set down the packed bag you brought.

“He’s still sleeping so he won’t be much of a hassle. I’ve got his snacks and toys and extra clothes in here. I’ll probably be back by lunch, but if you need anything you can just call me.” You nervously explained, your eyes glancing back to the sleeping boy as you tried to remember if you had everything packed right.

“I know that the custody hours aren’t set yet, so I really appreciate-“ You couldn’t finish your sentence as Luke had already stopped you with a shake of his head.

“It’s perfectly fine. Jace’s my boy just as much as he is yours, and I love taking care of him just the same.” 

He couldn’t take you talking about the divorce or any subject surrounding it. He knew that once the papers were fully signed, you would both have shared custody over Jace. Until then, you would normally take turns or agree on some days of the week. Luke often wondered just how long he could postpone the signing he dreaded so much.

“Alright, I’m off then. I’ll call you during the day.” You checked your clock once more, deciding that you needed to get going so as not to be late. Luke walked you back to the door, releasing a breath once you were out of sight. “What the fuck am I doing?” He whispered against the wooden door, his forehead lightly bumping against the hard surface as his eyes closed shut. 

He was truly a goner, and he had no idea how to fix the mess he was stuck in.

No longer than twenty minutes after, loud screams filled the house, following Luke to the kitchen. “Daddy! Daddy!” Jace sang as he hugged his father’s legs tightly, his giggles becoming louder when Luke playfully wiggled his legs. 

“Am I staying with you today, daddy?” Jace asked excitedly, raising his head up to look at his father, his limbs trapping Luke’s legs still. “Yup, so what do you say we have some fun time? Yeah?”

Traditionally, Luke’s and Jace’s fun time consisted of the two boys stripping to their underwear all day, watching ridiculous movies and singing around the house. And so, they immediately jumped into it, Jace already running around as he sang loudly. 

The next few hours passed by quickly; Luke had indeed missed just how fun and bright his days became when his little sunshine tagged along. He hadn’t smiled from the buttom of his heart in quite a while; but as he fondly watched the toddler strike a pose and sing like the little performer he was, he couldn’t fight the huge grin that mirrored the total happiness that filled his heart.

But as lunch time rolled by, and the two boys were at the kitchen trying to wrap up something, Luke felt worried with each passing second that you didn’t call. He had attempted to call you several times, until he had to force himself to stop. He tried to focus on Jace and shut out his anxious thoughts, but he knew that until you called he’d have no rest. 

And when you eventually did, he was swift to pick up his phone, answering it hurriedly. “(y/n)! Are you alright?” He breathed out quickly, not even bothering to mask the concern that filled his voice.

“Hey Luke, I’m so sorry, but I can’t come yet. One of my co-workers didn’t come and I have to cover up for her, do you mind keeping Jace until I get out? It might be quite late.” You rushed out the words as soon as you heard his voice, trying to shout over the buzzing noise.

“Of course, see you then.”  And take care of yourself; Luke wanted to add. But he bit his tongue, the way he did everytime you were around.

Although, Luke was rather ecstatic with the news, Jace loving it just as well. For the rest of their day, the boys agreed on making some snacks to binge on while watching a movie. Of course, no real cooking could ever occur between the –severely talented- chefs, and the snacks turned into quite the messy food fight. And so, they settled on watching Big Hero 6 –Luke’s pick, their clothes still stained with flour and cocoa powder. 

But when Luke caught his little one slowly drifting to sleep, he playfully pinched his chubby cheek to gain his attention. “How about we get you cleaned up, big guy?”

Luke picked up Jace in his arms, ruffling his hair in an attempt to get rid of the flour. And once the bath tub was bubble-filled, Luke sat at the edge as his hand picked up the warm water and draped it on Jace’s shampooed hair. His fingers ran through the curly locks, filling his hand with water and gently rincing the blonde hair. Luke smiled fondly at the little boy who was nearly falling asleep on the spot, the balmy water relaxing him and making him fight against his tired eyes. 

“Are you falling asleep big guy?” Luke teased, his hand pouring the water on Jace’s back to keep his tempature warm. 

“No daddy, ‘m ok” Jace mumbled sleepily, that being the cue for Luke to get him out of the bath. Luke walked into Jace’s room, the little boy wrapped up in his arms in a white towel. 

It reminded Luke of the first time he had held his baby boy, still bundled in the hospital towels and weighing nothing but a few pounds. Staring lovingly at the sleeping boy, Luke never thought it was possible to love that much.

Once Jace was dressed up and put to bed, Luke returned into the kitchen. He needed to clean up the mess as he was sure he’d regret not doing it the morning after. He began thinking about what it would be like if hadn’t messed up the way he did –dangerous subject to think about late at night, he knew. But the possibilities of having every day of his week filled with the joyful feeling that consumed him throughout the day kept him thinking.

Halfway through the cleaning, Luke was stopped by the ringing bell. Knowing that it would be no one other than you, he dried off his hands before he moved to open the door. Despite the smile you shot his way, Luke could immediately notice the fatigue staining your face.

“Hey, sorry I’m late.” You offered, walking in as Luke opened the door further for you. 

“It’s fine” Luke shrugged, “Why don’t you sit down? Jace’s already sleeping and you look really tired,” he carefully added, sighing in relief when you accepted his offer with head nod. 

Only, when Luke came back minutes later, wanting to propose for Jace to just stay the night since it was getting late and he didn’t want to wake him up, he was surprised to find you curled up on the couch. Carefully, Luke sat at the edge of the couch, his hand reaching out to stir you. 

“(Y/n)” he whispered, his thumb tucking the stray hairs from your forehead. The only reaction he got from you was a sleepy groan, your lips pouting as you curled up even more. With a chuckle, Luke reached out for the spare blanket, pulling it over your body and moving to take your shoes off. He truly didn’t have the heart to wake you up; knowing about your eventful day, and quite frankly the thought of having you sleep over was very comforting.

“Daddy?” Jace sleepily mumbled, his feet paddling against the floor as he walked closer. 

“What’s wrong buddy, no sleep?” Luke mumbled, picking up his son and walking towards the kitchen, mindful to keep his voice low to not wake you up.

Luke set Jace up on the counter, the little boy pouting at his lack of sleep. “Tell you what? How about daddy makes you his super special hot chocolate, yeah?” Luke smiled down at Jace, ruffling his hair once the boy agreed. And with that, Luke turned around to start making the beverage.

“Daddy,” Jace suddenly spoke up, Luke humming in response, his back still facing the boy. “Daddy, I really miss you. Do you miss us too?” Jace innocently asked, his feet dangling from the high counter. 

For a four year old, Jace was definitely unaware of the weight of his words; oblivious to how his father’s posture stiffened, and how his heartbeat increased until he thought he’d faint. Carefully turning around, he tried to find the right words to approach the toddler, his teeth anxiously nibbling on his bottom lip.

“Listen to me bud, daddy loves you and mommy so very much, yeah? And I do miss you and mommy a lot, okay? You’re my everything, little man.” Luke sealed his words with a forehead kiss, his hand rubbing Jace’s back. He feared -more than anything- that his baby boy would doubt his love for him, because Luke had no doubt in his mind that he’d move mountains and chase clouds for his son.

The sound of boiling broke the father-son moment, Luke rushing towards the stove but not in time to stop the hot milk from spilling all over. 

“Silly daddy!” Jace giggled at his father’s clumsiness, Luke following him and breaking into laughter. 

“Shh, keep it down lil monkey, mommy’s sleeping.” Luke warned once the sound became loud enough to be heard from the living room, Jace putting his little finger on his lips and mirroring his father’s movements.

“There you go, bug.” Luke smiled proudly as he handed Jace his mug filled with his famous hot choco. Yet, even before he took a sip, Jace frowned at his father.

 “It’s hot, daddy, I need a straw.” He mumbled as if it were the most obvious thing on earth. Shaking his head, Luke reached out for the drawer in which he kept all the ‘fun stuff’ as Jace liked to call it. Picking up a purple one, Luke put in inside the warm mug, Jace smiling satisfyingly as he enjoyed his drink.

“Daddy,” Jace started, Luke turning around to face the boy. Undoubtedly, Jace had called out for him more times than he could count, but he didn’t mind not one bit. If anything, he loved it. 

“What’s up little man?” Luke responded, dropping the cloth he was using the wipe off the messy counter from his hand. 

“Can I sleep with you tonight? I miss sleeping with you.” Jace pouted, his eyes hopeful. Smiling fondly at the toddler, Luke picked him off of the counter, Jace instantly cuddling his chest, “Let’s go sleep then, yeah?”

Once the two boys were settled and ready to sleep, Luke reached out to turn the lamp off, but Jace was quick to stop him. “Can we keep it on? Just for tonight.” Luke responded to his request with an ‘of course’, his arms reaching out to pull the covers over the boy’s body. 

But not even ten minutes later, Jace was already moving around, climbing on Luke’s torso as his head nuzzled into his neck. A content sigh left the toddler’s lips as he finally got comfortable enough to sleep, the warmth provided by his daddy’s body as well as the hummed lullabies he was singing, pulled him into a deep slumber.

It was easily the best sleep Luke had gotten in the longest while, and when the alarm went off he nearly jumped out of the best. And even though he had managed to hit the snooze button in time, Jace was already stirring in his sleep. Once he was well aware of his surroundings, he excitedly jumped on the bed. 

“Morning daddy!” He giggled, jumping into Luke’s open arms. “Morning sunshine,” Luke chuckled, peppering kisses along Jace’s squishy cheeks, adoring how he reacted when his stubble-covered jaw came in contact with his skin.

You stirred around on the couch, smiling at the comfort you felt. You hadn’t had such a good night sleep in quite a while, the makeshift bed you had far from being comfortable, compared to the king size bed you had shared with Luke. Furrowing your brows, you sat up and pushed the covers off of your body, your brows knitting in confusion. 

You couldn’t remember sleeping over at Luke’s, but it wasn’t hard to grasp since you had practically turned into a walking zombie the night before. Getting up from the couch, you made your way towards the all too familiar kitchen, the sound of giggles and off-key singing pulling you in.

Luke was dancing around with Jace taped to his side, the striking resemblance of the two boys undeniable. “I know! I know! We can have eggs and toast! Daddy makes the best eggs in the world!” Jace beamed at Luke, his smile radiating the happiest, warmest vibes. 

“Eggs it is.” Luke concluded with a smile, setting Jace on the counter as he got to work.

You couldn’t help the fond look you wore on your face as you stared at your little family -slightly disfunctional and admittedly facing a rocky road, but a family nonetheless. You knew that a while ago, you had the luxury of waking up to that sight every single morning. Back when everything was still holding together. 

You knew that Luke was trying to dismiss the papers that needed signing, and quite frankly you didn’t really blame him. Maybe you just wanted to believe that there was still some hope; that maybe while the divorce was still not finalized, you could still have a chance to patch up the holes and rebuilt bridges. Although you had to keep in mind that you couldn’t afford being too hopeful, afraid it would do more damage than good.

“Mommy! You’re awake!” Jace sang happily when he noticed you standing in the door way, his words making Luke stop in his tracks. He was painfully aware of the cringe-worthy way he was dancing in, heat rising to his cheeks upon hearing your chuckles. 

“Good morning lil monkey. Good morning Luke.” You greeted your boys, your eyes lingering a little too long on him, shamelessly admiring his morning messy hair and sleepy smile. 

“Morning,” Luke replied in his hoarse -I just woke up- voice, making your breath hitch in your throat, reminding you of how much you had missed all of him. He handed you a mug of hot coffee, familar with your morning habits. You took the beverage with a thankful smile, moving to take a seat on the stool where your plate of breakfast awaited for you.

“Do you like it, momma? Me and daddy made it for you!” Jace jumped closer to you, moving to plant a kiss on your cheek while you took a mouthful of the eggs. 

“Do I like it? I love it!” You smiled warmly at the little boy, your hand caressing his soft cheeks and then moving to bump his nose.

“(Y/n)” Luke called out from the living room, his footsteps approaching until he walked into thd kitchen. He was dressed in his normal attire; one of his many tailored suits, a Rolex watch and his hair smoothed back in contrast to his previously messy locks. It was sadly a Monday, and as much as he would’ve loved to spend the morning with you, he couldn’t dismiss his appointments.

“I have to get going now, lock the door and call me if you need anything, alright?” Luke instructed as he paced around the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. His words were strikingly similar to the ones he used to speak every morning, reminding you of how insistant he was on making you lock the door well, especially when Jace was still very young.

“I’ll see you later big guy,” Luke moved to kiss Jace’s forehead. And before he could even process what he was doing, he moved to kiss your head as well -a habit he was still not letting go of. 

You stood in shock in your place, heat rising to your cheeks, your heart beating loudly in your chest. You knew that Luke hadn’t done it intentionally, but his proximity and the feeling of his soft lips were enough to make your mind race. 

As for Luke, it was only when he was almost out of the vast kitchen that realization hit him, making him stop in his tracks. He turned around with wide eyes, his mouth already trying to form an apology, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment, fearing that his gesture -however unintentional- would’ve made you uncomfortable.

“I’m- I’m sorry-”

“it’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You barely breathed out, cutting him and saving you both from the awkward apology. 

Quite honestly, you didn’t mind it at all. It reminded you just how much you had missed all of him, how you yearned for him warm and attentive touch. 

And if your current situation robbed the two of you of what your heart desired most, then you’d have to suffise with stolen breathless moments if that’s all you could ever have.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request a hijack seasonal spirits au? QwQ if you don't mind

Yes you can anon! I was going to post this earlier, but since I’m traveling I didn’t finish when I wanted to. But, it’s done now and I hope you like it!! It was a fun piece to write. A tad challenging at first, but I’m super happy with how it turned out :)

            “Jack! Stop making it snow! You’re early!” The autumn spirit Hiccup scolded his fellow spirit, Jack Frost. Hiccup had been resting under a large tree, lost in thought. He was watching as the yellow and orange leaves drifted to the ground, until the mischievous winter spirit had decided to pop by and visit. Hiccup brushed the snowflakes from his hair with an aggravated huff. Jack flipped gracefully off his perch in the tree and landed on his toes. He leaned his staff against the tree and took a seat by the autumn spirit.

            “Aahh come on Hic I’m not that early.” He teased, but he actually was fairly early this year, “Look!” he continued, “Your leaves are already falling. A little snow here and there, a bit of cold winter air and they’ll be right off! Plus, you can’t say you’re not happy to see me.”

            He gave Hiccup a sly smirk and jabbed him with his elbow. The brunet frowned. He pushed Jack back roughly. Truth be told, he was happy to see him, but still being new to living as an autumn spirit, he wasn’t too happy that his season felt like bringing a disease. As beautiful as the leaves were as they changed color, it didn’t change the fact that it looked like the trees were dying. Who could enjoy a season where everything was withering away? He felt a pang of jealousy as a quick thought of the other seasonal spirits crossed his mind. Spring brought new life and summer brought sunny days. A small sigh passed his lips as he picked up a nearby yellow-orange leaf and twirled it in his fingers.

            “What’s wrong? Are you mad about the snow? I know I’m early but I wasn’t actually going to make it snow until your season was over…” Jack cut into Hiccup’s thoughts. The autumn spirit hesitated before answering, still watching the leaf he was playing with.

            “I don’t bring a season Jack… I bring a disease.”

            The white haired male’s eyes widened at Hiccup’s words. He knew he was still adjusting, but never thought he’d be like this. There was so much beauty in autumn. How was he not seeing it?  For a few moments, Jack was at a loss for words. He wanted to say something snarky like “you think you bring disease? Try bringing snow!” followed by a laugh, but knew that wouldn’t make him feel any better. He knew he would just point out all the good things about winter, while only focusing on the negative of his own season. From down here, Jack knew all Hiccup saw were the falling leaves. But from up above where Jack roamed the skies, it was an ocean of color. If Jack could just get the autumn spirit to see that… an idea popped into his head. A reminder of how beautiful autumn could be was what Hiccup needed.

            “Take my hand.” He picked up his staff then offered his white palm but was only met with deep green eyes. Sad eyes.

            “Come on, Hic. Please… you need to see something.” And with a sigh, he placed his freckled hand in Jack’s.

            In the blink of an eye they were up in the air, gliding above the trees. The land below was a sea of warm colors; of bright yellows, deep reds, vibrant oranges and rich browns. It was enough to take Hiccup’s breath away if the jolt of cold air hadn’t already done so. The two spirits floated high above the ground, the warm colors of autumn stretching as far as they could see. Hiccup held the winter spirits hand tightly, fearing he’d fall if he let go. Jack’s small laugh was lost to the wind. He smiled at Hiccup, assuring him he’d be all right, then they soared along the vast expanse of forest. They followed one of the crystal blue rivers and its rushing waters to a small village.

            “What are we doing here?” Hiccup asked, confused. An excited look danced in Jack’s eyes as the smile played with his lips. He didn’t answer; he just tugged on the autumn spirits arm, forcing him along in a hurry. They came to the closest house and Jack pressed his face against the window, peeking inside. Hiccup quirked an eyebrow.

            “Jack what are you—“

            “Just come look Hiccup” Jack interrupted.

            “But isn’t that rude to—“

            “Hic,” he interrupted again, tugging him by the sleeve, “they can’t see us, now come and look!”

            Hesitantly, Hiccup brought his face to the window, putting his hands up by his eyes to help him see. Inside was a small family, gathered around the table, eating what looked to be a large turkey dinner.

            That’s right… Hiccup thought, It’s thanksgiving.

He watched as the family ate, all smiles and laughs as they shared stories and drank hot beverages from mugs. Later, they sat near the fireplace where the kids played with their toys and bundled themselves up in blankets. A small smile parted his lips as he watched just how much fun the kids were having, all cozy and warm by the fireplace. They were happy.

             Before long, Jack tugged on his sleeve again.

            “Come on!” and Hiccup was pulled along again. They rushed to another corner of the village where two girls had gathered a large pile of leaves under the tree by their house. With giggles and squeals they’d launch themselves into the piles and shower themselves with the yellow and orange and red leaves. Hiccup found himself laughing with them, even though they couldn’t see him. They played and played, tossing handful after handful of leaves into the air and watched them float to the ground. Out of the corner of his eye, the brunet saw Jack motion him to come join him under the tree. Hiccup joined him and gave him an inquisitive look.

            “Look around you.” And Hiccup did as he was told.

            As the sun began to set, everything was bathed in a soft orange glow. A crisp breeze brushed past them, rustling the leaves in the trees. The two girls in front of them continued their fun and more families came out of their homes to let their children play. They brought out blankets and warm drinks and smile upon smile were on everyone’s faces. Hiccup took a moment to let it all soak in, taking a deep breath.

            “See?” the winter spirit said softly, “You don’t bring a disease Hiccup. You bring families together and change and happiness.”

            So this was what autumn brought…

            So this was the beauty Hiccup had forgotten…

            Hiccup looked at Jack with a thankful smile, joy shining in his eyes. He had lost sight all the good things that he brought to the world as an autumn spirit.

            He didn’t bring disease. He brought change.

            He didn’t bring death. He brought happiness.

            “Not only do you bring all that, you make m—“ Jack cut his sentence short, feeling a sudden heat on his cheeks. How could he have let that slip?

            “I what?”

            “You.. erm.. you uh..” Jack was red in the face and extremely flustered now.

            “Yes?”

            “You… you know… you make beauty Hic. There’s beauty in change… and…  um… change is good… l-love change… because you know…um… and I- I get to see you and… you uh… you…” Jack mentally kicked himself for all his stumbling and mumbling. His hands were shaking. Closing his eyes for a few moments, he took a deep breath. His head was swimming. His heart was pounding rapidly in his chest but it was too late to play off this word slip.

            Oh just tell him! Jack thought frantically.

            “You make me happy, Hiccup.” The winter spirit finally said, opening one eye slowly a bit apprehensive to see Hiccup’s reaction. The autumn spirit was smiling from ear to ear. And then, he did something Jack would never had expected. Hiccup kissed him. His lips were warm against Jack’s and it sent a rush of heat through his body. Jack lost himself in the moment for as long as he could, relishing every second of the autumn spirits lips on his. The white haired male was breathless when Hiccup pulled away.

            “You make me happy too,” Hiccup said with a small chuckle, “and um, Jack?”

            “Yes?” He replied, still dazed.

            “Stop making it snow. It’s still too early!”

            And the two laughed as they brushed the cold flakes out of their hair.