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appleandsnow · 7 days
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Green
Nikolai had always had mixed feelings for the colour, green.
On his best days he didn't notice them but on his worst days, the emeralds in his royal ornaments weighed heavy on him.
He had always had mixed feelings for the colour green, until you wore the royal colour.
You were at a party and cloaked in green, with ornaments made especially for the queen of Ravka and he feels pride bloom in his chest; because the emeralds that weighed heavy on him were the same emeralds that protected you.
And protecting you was something he wanted to do forever.
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appleandsnow · 9 days
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Kisses
Nikolai crosses his legs on the bed and you crawl into his lap.
With your arms around each other, you press kiss after kiss to the underside of his jaw; tracing a line to his neck.
Nikolai loves when you're affectionate like this. They were moments of quiet, content vulnerability.
He giggles and squirms away when you reach that spot but settles back quick enough.
You keep pressing kisses onto his skin
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appleandsnow · 9 days
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Date nights
(A/N): hope its fluffy enough? @igotanidea
You want to cry.
You're sitting in a meeting and trying to keep it together.
Just half an hour more...keep it together.... just half an hour more...
After this, you could go home and cry your heart out with your favourite junk food.
Just keep it together....
You keep telling yourself to keep it together and by some miracle you get out of the meeting unscathed; except for your ideas.
Looking at your untouched ideas and notes only stresses you out further. You'd worked so hard on these and now they were wasted!
It makes you angry at yourself.
Why were you so miserable?
So what if you hadn't seen Jason in a week?
So what if you'd been having headaches?
So what if you hadn't been eating properly?
Why couldn't you be more of a hustler?
Some days, the shame of being you weighed heavy on you and this week had been exactly that - heavy. Too much
You spend the time at your commute home berating yourself and wondering what Jason was doing.
You didn't even want the junk food anymore. You just wanted our bed. You decided to sleep your stress away and deal with everything tomorrow.
Only to have your plans ruined.
Jason greets you at the door, dressed in his favourite home clothes and an apron over it, excitedly telling you about dinner.
Just looking at him makes you wanna collapse onto the floor to cry. Instead you offer him a wan smile, kiss him and head in to change into your own pajamas.
Jason loved you. A lot.
How could he not love you? But some days, you only had to be yourself to break his heart.
He was far from blaming you or finding faults but some days, he earnestly wished that you were a more selfish person.
He wanted you to call him and vent or demand presents or scold him for being away. But you continues to be your soft self.
Understanding of everyone but yourself.
He'd talk to you about this.
For now, he settles on plating dinner and pouring wine.
It's the wine that breaks you and to you.
It was your favorite.
The one you'd tasted with him on a different date.
He'd remembered and bought it ....
The thought has you sniffling.
"What's wrong, love?"
You put the wine away and hold your arms out.
He's quick to hold you in a hug; peppering kisses too your hair and swaying you gently.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing much"
He sighs. "You ever think that I like taking care of you?'
"No?"
"Well, I do. So. What happened?"
"I don't know. Nothing? Everything? This week was just a lot..
Got a bit heavy.." you answer between sniffles.
"What got heavy?"
And so, you spent the night eating, drinking wine, venting and enjoying having a boyfriend to cuss out your colleagues for you.
It makes you laugh.
It makes you feel good.
It makes you feel good that he'd get angry on your behalf.
It's because you know he cares.
Jason request for whoever's willing.
Reader is getting emotional because of period/stress/tiredness/ saving people's asses at work. Therefore she starts having silly thoughs about how no one cares and no one needs her and how she's a terrible bad person deserving all that shit.
And Jason just can't take those words coming from his princess.
Seriously I am in DIRE need of fluff and comfort.
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appleandsnow · 17 days
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Ghosts
"Do you ever think we're ghostlike?"
"Ghostlike?" Arthur says as he lights his cigarette.
They sit together at one of England's many beaches when Afonso brings it up.
"Like flying mint bunny.."
"Leave him out of this"
Afonso laughs.
How Arthur like! To get protective over something so harmless!
He'd never admit to it but he can see Arthur being an overbearing parent. He understands Alfred but he'd also seen just how heartbroken Arthur had been to see one of his youngest rebel..
"But- do you?"
"I have no idea"
They sit in silence before Afonso breaks it.
"I just don't think anyone ever knows us as we are - in whole. We're ghosts. Shadowy and present.. but not really present? Does that make sense?"
"We have plenty influence"
"Not half as personal as them"
It takes him a minute - a few, actually.
Arthur won't ever admit to this but he is often painfully aware of just how tenuous everything is.
Even him and Afonso.
"Don't think we're all the worse off for it though"
"That we are not"
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appleandsnow · 1 month
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Antonio and Tomatoes
Antonio's been working all day in his tomato field; plucking the now ripened tomatoes.
He walks in with a carton of them and after having put them down, he beckons you with a mischievous smile.
You're excited for the joke as you walk over.
"As monarch of Tomato land, I gift you the ripest tomato of all" he says with a grand gesture.
You giggle and curtsy to take the tomato and Toni starts rambling of all the ways he'd cook the tomatoes.
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appleandsnow · 1 month
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Roderich and Recitals
He bows and straightens; eyes looking for you in the crowd.
He's thinking about all the bouquets he'd gotten during the recitals and decides to gift you the prettiest one.
He bows and straightens again and this time manages to find you.
He's too polite to wink at you like Gilbert would've, so, instead he sends you a small smile.
You return it with a cheery one of your own.
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appleandsnow · 1 month
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Yao and Cooking
You're standing in the kitchen as he cooks.
His attention is divided between the simmering pots and the vegetables he's chopping, even as he talks to you.
He's venting about Hong Kong spending too much time on his phone and how ridiculous the neighbors are.
You pick up a coined carrot and eat it, much to Yao's surprise.
"If you were hungry, you could have said so" he says and starts chopping the cucumbers into little coins for you.
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appleandsnow · 1 month
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Francis and hairties
Au contraire to popular belief, Francis was a laid-back person; preferring to spend his days cooking warm, hearty stews and meals, or, on other days, reading.
It was soothing.
He was soothing.
He calls for you from the kitchen and you're only too happy to check in on him.
"Darling, i need a hair tie"
"Got it"
It was a rare thing for Francis to forget to tie his hair back but now that he had, you stand on your toes to reach up and tie it back.
"Thank you, sweet one"
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appleandsnow · 2 months
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Lukas and Snow
You'd woken up earlier than expected and couldn't go back to sleep.
Instead of tossing and turning and accidentally waking Lukas up, you decide to head out of the room. You wrap yourself in warm sweaters, fuzzy socks and settle yourself in the balcony to enjoy watching the snowfall.
When Lukas wakes up, he's surprised to not find you in bed. He wraps his blanket tight around himself and heads out to look for you.
He finds you in the balcony and settles himself in the chair next to yours.
You blow him a kiss.
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appleandsnow · 2 months
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Dick Grayson Wayne:
Childlike
Jason Todd Wayne:
Date nights
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appleandsnow · 2 months
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Childlike
Dick Grayson is a child. Sly and sweet and pure.
You'd worked with him and gotten burgers after.
He seemed an airhead; cheerfully making puns and showing off needless backflips. You fell for it and even thought him an idiot when he'd fallen quiet after.
This was when he chose to be serious?
This is when he got focused?
Why put all his energy into being fun?
Was it wise to care about fun when danger lurked on every corner? every street?
You'd gotten a curly fry to the head when you'd said as much.
Heaven forbid the team make space for you and efficiency!
All they cared about was "friendship".
You dream of them now; bright smiles, sad eyes and jokes at each others expense.
You'd been on your phone when he'd walked in that day. In pettiness, you hadn't acknowledged him. He didn't acknowledge you either.
He worked out alone for a few hours.
Dick is well aware of his body and even a bit obsessive.
He's been made cautious and conscious of his charm often but his body isn't so much a weapon as it is a friend; something that would age with him.
He likes his body, he likes the familiarity of exercise, he likes the way his brain shuts down.
He likes the awareness of puffy breath, likes the airiness of flying, the gravity of the fall and he likes how instinctive it all is.
How his stomach clenches at heights and how the sweat dampens his clothes and the tired of his body as it lulls him to sleep.
He likes the exertion and the exhaustion.
So when he walks in he walks, he walks in with the purpose of a clear mind and sound sleep.
He exercises for himself and dances at bone-numbing heights for his soul.
He hadn't noticed you but he had to when you walked over to him and threw a water bottle at him.
Apparently , a few hours had gone by.
You tell him you're bringing him sandwiches as he takes a sip.
It was lemon and mint infused water.
You'd shared your bottle?
You sit by him in quiet as you two eat and somewhere in those moments, you find the courage to lay an arm around him because, though unwittingly. he'd revealed himself to you and a part of you will always love him for how haunted he looks after a mission.
You adore a lot about him but you'd never forgive the world for leaving him confused and hurting like a lost child.
You hope your heart never stops squeezing when he looks at you with teary eyes and wonders over what it would take to make the world fair?
Neither of you know and neither of you hope to find out
It is enough for him to creep into bed and hold you close.
It is enough to burrow into him to smell his costume and not the blood.
It is enough to have a kindred soul.
The rest is for you and your team.
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appleandsnow · 2 months
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Vash and Walks
You're taking a walk with Vash after tea.
Sometimes you wonder if it would be awkward to compliment all the natural beauty around you.
It was, after all, all part of Switzerland.. so would complimenting nature be the equivalent of complimenting his appearance?
It was a strange thought and even stranger to ask, so, instead you hold his hand and squeeze it twice - a gesture you had come to share.
He blushes and gives you two squeezes back
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appleandsnow · 2 months
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Matthias and Movies
Matthias can bench press thrice his weight.
He's seen the horrors of war firsthand.
He's been part of viking conquest.
Some consider his existence a mythical miracle.
And yet, you know that when he screams, he sounds as shrill as a little girl.
You're watching a horror movie with him and waiting for the jumpscare, which, when it arrives causes Matthias to scream, flip a table and huddle in his blankets onto the cold floor.
He wishes the floor would split open and swallow him whole as you laugh mercilessly at his expense.
He'd get you back for this! Just you wait!
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appleandsnow · 2 months
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Katyusha and Doodles
She remembers bringing the shopping list and yet she can't find it....
Katyusha was standing by an aisle at the supermarket, going through her pockets for the grocery list with increasing panic.
You'd made it together and stuck it to the refrigerator so it would be within sight.
She knew she'd brought it with her and would hate to  make another trip home and back...
In desperation, she checks her other pocket - the one she reserved for gum wrappers and other junk - and finds it there.
She also finds your doodling on the back of the list and at the risk of looking like an idiot, she grins wide.
You were so! cute!
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appleandsnow · 2 months
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Natalya and trouble
Natalya is nothing if not observant.
She knew something was wrong during your date and you only confirmed it when you ate less than what you usually did. She'd noticed and it vexed her. She wasn't mad at you but she was feeling protective and hateful towards whatever the 'it' was that was the source of your current frustrations.
You stay quiet all throughout the way home.
Standing outside the door, as you look for your keys, she says "wait".
She holds you by the nape of your neck and brings her forehead to touch yours. You comply readily and a bit greedily; wanting to soak up as much of her as you could.
She says nothing and neither do you.
"It'll all be okay"
It would be or it would deal with Natalya Arlovskaya.
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appleandsnow · 2 months
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Quiet
Looking for Theodore Nott could sometimes be a quest in and of itself.
He didn't mean to but some days he just disappeared. You only wish he'd tell you more..
You need to find him to return his notes and at the moment, he's nowhere to be found. You've looked through the people in the library, the quidditch field, the black lake and even the kitchens.
Where could he be?
Finally, you find him.
He was in the most obvious place he could be - his room!
He opens the door to you and you note that his eyes were rimmed with dark circles beneath them.
Had he been crying?
You hand him his notes.
"Thank you"
"For returning your notes?"
"Being polite.." he says and clears his throat.
"Can i ask you something?"
"Sure"
"Have you been crying?"
He stills.
"Intuitive"
"Teddy, you can ta-"
"I know"
"Okay"
"Okay"
He shuts the door gingerly.
He might as well have slammed it right into your face.
Why hadn't he talked to you?
You walk back.
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appleandsnow · 2 months
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Lovino and Rain
It was a rainy evening.
You stood with your back flush against his chest; cradled in Lovino's arms as he gently swayed the two of you to the sound of the rain outside.
You were focused on the pattering against the window when he kissed your shoulder and lifted his head.
"Did you take your medication, amore?"
He could be such a mother-hen.
You nodded " You reminded me in the afternoon, Lovi"
He hums and lays his head back to your shoulder.
You continue to sway.
"I worry about you"
"I know"
It takes you a minute to gather your courage but you do - "I love you"
"I love you too"
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