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bloodynereid · 4 months

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okay okay hear me out. gn reader. jordan. sleepy cuddles. just the two of them in the dorm with lazy kisses and snuggles and all the fluffy love in the world (and cute pet names of course). i think it would make me melt. i want i need i love - 🧚🏻

Ice Crystals & Hot Chocolate

pairing: jordan li x gn! reader

tw: kissing, mentions of ice storms, cuddling, overall veryyy fluffy

description: a snow storm arrives on campus and you know what that means... cuddles and hot chocolate galore.

a/n: hiii ty for this request omg i loved writing it!!! this is probably the calmest i've ever felt writing something weirdly enough. sorry this is so short btw, i'm just not feeling like writing anything reallyyyy long. anyways i hope you enjoy because ahhhh i really like it. ALSO pls listen to this snowstorm ambience and spotify playlist (which i didn't make but is soooo good) while reading because it just sets the vibe so so well <33

Howling wind roared against the windows. It was cold and dark outside, with swirling flakes of ice dancing with the air and falling in neat piles which quickly covered the ground. You were grateful to be cozied up under mounds of your favorite blankets and a cup of steaming hot tea. The one thing that didn’t let you totally relax was the fact Jordan hadn’t made it back to your dorm yet.

They had volunteered to brave the common room to try and find some hot chocolate, a must in this weather. However, she had been gone for over an hour and there wasn’t any news.

“Fuck!” A loud voice filled the room as the door was wrenched open and standing in all their glory was Jordan. You laughed in relief before bounding up from your cocoon on the bed. Just as you were about to embrace her into a hug you had the realization that Jordan was covered from head to toe in snow.

“Jordan, honey, what did you do?” You asked in both an admonishing and worried tone. They didn’t even head out with proper winter gear! She was literally wearing a leather jacket and a knitted scarf!

“I- well, you seemed so happy at the mention of hot chocolate and I couldn’t find any in the common room so I decided to go to Luke’s-” You interrupted their mini rant with a short laugh before throwing yourself into their arms, not caring about the fact your pajamas would probably be all soaked through now.

“I fucking love you so much, but you really didn’t have to do all that for me, sweetheart.”

“Of course I did, darling. Plus the mission was successful.” Jordan exclaimed as she pulled out a can of some very fancy hot chocolate from the pocket of their leather jacket. “Luke said that Vought sends their regards.”

You both laugh at that before you place a kiss on their lips, which felt like kissing an ice cube.

“Shit, Jordan. Let’s get you out of these clothes. You’re freezing!”

“Aww take me out to dinner first, darling.” Jordan said with a smirk, making you softly smack her shoulder before you started to pull off different layers of clothing.

Once you had both changed into fresh pairs of pajamas, matching ones of course, you settled back into your little nest of blankets. However, this time holding large mugs filled to the brim with hot chocolate which smelled and ended up tasting like heaven.

Your legs were entwined with Jordan’s and quickly tried to warm them up with fleeting kisses to his neck. Something which was probably more of an indulgence than an actually helpful action.

‘The Grand Budapest Hotel’ was playing softly in the background, it was already thirty minutes in but you carefully rewinded it so Jordan didn’t miss anything.

As the movie continued you could feel your eyelids starting to drop a few minutes after you had finished your hot chocolate. The movie, the thick chocolate and the solid warmth that was Jordan was quickly easing you into dreamland.

“Darling?” Jordan quietly asked as they pulled you closer to them and brushed his soft fingers against the skin of your cheek.

“Hmmm.”

“Are you falling asleep on me?”

“Noooo.” You murmured before cuddling closer to them, an act that was basically impossible at that point.

“Mmmhh, go to bed darling. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” Jordan laughed out before placing a kiss on your forehead. You started to feel the weight of drowsiness really settle in at that moment that you almost missed the phrase Jordan uttered out.

“I love you.”

“Love you too.” You sleepily slurred out, you fell asleep to the sound of Jordan’s twinkling laugh. The perfect sound to end the night. A sound that you hoped to hear next to your ear forever.

i want sleepy jordan cuddles right this instant ! i would also love some snow to start falling, we had a minor snow fall a week ago but it was like for 2 seconds.

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saintship · 10 months

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Hi, it's the anon from blown-up Reader!!! It was SOOO well written, holy shit! I knew I could count on you. I LOVE for whump and I'm not very proud of that.

Do you mind writing some more whump?🙂 Anything with confront at the end. With Konig❤️❤️ It can go both sides, reader helps him or he helps reader!

How are you doing btw? Is it hot out there? It sure is here😔

I had to look up the term whump😭 thank you by the way you’re so kind !

I went with König helping reader since most of my König works are the other way around, I hope you like it :)

This one is very long, please let me know if ya'll prefer more frequent, shorter stories or less frequent but longer, detailed ones

Thank you again, stay cool in that heat<3 !

Warnings: VIOLENT. Descriptions of graphic violence. Then fluff/unspoken confessions

Keep breathing

König x Reader

Why not make it snowy cause it’s so fucking hot

The cabin in the distance that would be housing the 141 was the first safehouse you’d ever seen in such a cold environment. The snow piled up a few feet, a path having to be dug beforehand to create access to the porch. It was early December; the quiet snowfall serving as an echo to what you associated this month with before enlisting. A warm bed, baking, good food, family. But as Simon had remarked once, reminiscing never turned back time.

The first night was quiet, though no one could get any sleep. It seemed you and the 141 could never get used to being settled in one place for long, especially with enemy forces on your tail. The fresh snow would cover most of your tracks, but sitting in one place could never be safe. By the time the last of the sunlight swept behind the trees, the weather had kicked up into a whistling storm, heavy snowflakes pattering on the windows and roof.

"Do you think it'll hold?" You sat near Price where he knelt to stoke the fire, gazing up at the creaking rafters.

"It'll have to." He murmured, getting to his feet. He brought back a pot to heat up over the fire and a few mugs, Soap and Ghost wandering over to wait for their share of coffee. You got up and walked to the next room, eyeing where König and Gaz were heating up their MRE's on the stove. The small clock on the far wall of the kitchen area read that it was nearing 2:00 am. You sighed.

"What is it?" Gaz looked over at your disappointed expression. "Thought you liked my cooking." He teased.

You smiled, shaking your head. "If I ever gave you that idea, I was shit-faced."

König laughed quietly at Gaz's expense, nudging his leg with one of his boots.

"Oi, what you laughin' at?" Gaz kicked back lightly. That instigated a back-and forth of kicking that nearly send Gaz reeling into the stove.

"Alright, go have some coffee, I don't trust you around fire." You took the wooden spoon from his hand, steering him by his vest straps so you switched places.

"I'm not a-"

"Gaz!" Price's voice called out from the fire as he held up a mug.

"Your name on it."

Gaz grumbled once more before relenting, walking over to sit with the others.

You turned the heat down, shaking your head at Gaz's impatience.

"Told him it was too high.." König's voice sounded beside you, his quiet remark making you smile.

"I think that man had heard 'I told you so' more times than his own name." You mused, stirring.

He looked over for a moment. "You are witty, aren't you?" König's tone held a bit of playfulness.

"I entertain myself." You correct, leaning on the dials to face him. "And you laugh, don't you?"

He paused a moment at that, a huff escaping his nose. He had no smart remark, as if the observation embarrassed him slightly. You leaned over to get a look at his own food, sighing at the smell.

"Did you put two of them together?" You ask curiously. "It smells really good.."

"I did.. if I had it my way I could do things like this more often. I still have things I'd like to learn."

The admission made you melt a little.

"Cooking, you mean?"

He nodded. "Since I was young." He killed the heat, bringing the pan over to the table to eat from as the cabinets were empty. You watched him for a moment, lost in the thought of a younger version of König standing over his parent's stove, or chopping vegetables carefully and dispensing them in a boiling pot. The idea was a warm one.

Finishing up Gaz's food that you'd almost burned daydreaming about your coworker, you brought it to the table before returning to the kitchen and retrieving two glasses of water, setting down the second one beside König's pan. He looked up through the gaps of his hood, surprise flashing over his eyes.

"Danke.."

You nodded. "No problem."

"Thank you!" Gaz appeared to air-kiss your cheek, making you shrink.

"Gross!" You laughed, squirming away. Gaz sat down, tearing into his meal at an unnecessary pace.

"You're going to throw up." Ghost grunted.

"Mhmm-mm!” Gaz grunted for the negative. You rolled your eyes, settling down with Soap, Ghost, and Price again. Behind you, König's eyes followed you carefully. He knew Gaz didn't really like you like that, he was just being playful. But Gaz made you smile. He couldn't explain the hurt that settled in his chest, jealousy winding around his throat and pulling tight.

"When's the last time any of you slept?" You sat with your knees to your chest, addressing the men around you. Their answer was the crackling and popping of the flames that warmed the room. You nodded slowly.

"Got no room to talk, lass." Soap pointed out, grinning through his exhaustion.

"Yeah.." You smiled half-heartedly, conceding to your habit of tending to every task possible before thinking of getting rest.

The four of you spoke for a long while, König and Gaz eventually getting up to join you. You moved over to make room, glancing up at König. He paused a moment before settling to the ground, facing away from the fire slightly so he could extend his legs.

"You tired yet?" You spoke softly to him, breaking away from the group's conversation. He blinked at your undivided gaze.

"Not yet.." He decided. "You?"

You shook your head before resting your chin on one knee. "Just worried.."

The militia tracking the task force had been at it for months; they were one of the most relentless and skilled enemy forces your team had ever faced off with. Their men were fast, and their threats were detailed. The messages they left in their trail were taunting, like they had better things to do than try to kill your friends. The things they knew, and the things they promised, they were what kept you awake. But you said none of that; it wouldn't help anyone.

Finally, some of your team started to lay down, and König's eyes fluttered shut. You, Price and Ghost remained, their eyes on the fire while yours watched the window compulsively. The wind had been steady; not picking up or slowing down. Eventually, you allowed yourself to lay on your back, the exhaustion seeping into your muscles. The fire's languid flames accompanied by Price and Ghost's gentle voices finally lulled you into an anxious sleep.

When you woke up, your cheek was rested against the side of König's knee, the material of his knee pad warm from your body heat. You lifted your head slowly, seeing that Ghost had dozed off and Price was nodding off, blinking firmly.

You turned to the window again to see the state of the storm, blinking away the spots in your vision that the morning light caused. When your vision adjusted, you managed to get to your feet, your tiredness still weighing you down. Walking into to the other room, your heart dropped through your ribs. At the kitchen window, the lock sealing it in place was gone, a jagged edge of material left in its place. Further, the wind whistled higher in pitch now, due to the crack that someone hadn't sealed all the way. Slowly, you returned to your position beside König, remaining calm.

"Sir.." You breathed, your voice hardly a murmur.

“What is it?” Price replied.

Shuffling from the other end of the cabin answered hm.

“Oh..fuck. Simon." Price nudged Ghost awake. "Break-in."

"Fuckin' hell.." Ghost woke the rest of the team up, ordering them to keep quiet. Price drew his pistol, crouching low and essentially crawling to the corner that joined the living room and the hall. Heavy steps could be heard from the other rooms—multiple people. Ghost signaled to spread out; you trailed after König, accepting the rifle he offered when he noticed you were unarmed. The team was now spread across the room behind furniture, the only sound being that awful whistle that the cracked window created. It seemed louder now that you were under attack. Something in another room clattered to the ground, and König moved to shield you. Glancing back to see your surprised reaction, he quickly retracted to crouch beside you again. It wasn’t that you were offended; quite the opposite. It was a twinge out of character for König to display such care outwardly.

Price signaled to you and König to go around back, leaving him, Ghost, Gaz and Soap to monitor the inside. Making it to the front door, you eased it open carefully, shutting it when the both of you were outside. The freezing wind bit at your scalp and hands, heavy snowflakes blurring your vision. König's form was dark against the white landscape, guiding your path. You made it to a window at the other end of the cabin, vaulting through once König had made sure no on was there. You dropped onto the hardwood after him, trying to minimize your noise level.

You had ended up in the far bathroom. Sliding the window shut, the sounds of the intruders speaking amongst themselves could be heard across the hall behind a closed door. Carefully reaching forward to try the handle, it proved to be locked shut. You signaled with your hand to your left, letting Price know you had an angle, before coming up to König and reaching for his vest pocket. He stepped back a bit, confused, before stilling at a pointed look you sent his way. He eyed you suspiciously before realizing you were reaching for his lock kit, opening the case and pulling out a pick before returning it to his pocket. Working slowly and quietly, you were able to unlock the door without much noise, shielded by the voices beyond the door. Stepping aside, you stayed out of sight, waiting on Price's go ahead.

"Catch the runners." He murmured, moving past you with Ghost and Soap on his tail.

You nodded, raising your borrowed gun once more. You heard Price repeat the same instruction to König, who readied his handgun.

Price kicked the door in, an explosion of gunfire and shouting ricocheting throughout the hall. An enemy soldier tried to bolt out of the room, but was intercepted by König. His opponent was small enough to weave past him and put up more of a challenge than he had likely expected. Another made a break for it, but instead of faking you out, tackled you to the ground by the waist. A jab of his knee discarded your rifle, which was too long and too heavy to utilize in such a range regardless. Pinned underneath him, your punches only seemed to further his anger. A flash of silver caught your eye before he swiped at your stomach, cutting open the flesh of your stomach. You cried out, grunting through your teeth before kicking up, hard. Your heels drove into his collarbone, sending him stumbling back a moment and giving you a chance to crawl for your rifle. Only when you got your hand around the handle did you feel another bursting pain, looking to your shoulder to find the knife he threw from his position, which was now embedded in you.

“Fuck!”

You could hear König struggle. Without another moment of hesitation, you aimed at your attacker and put a bullet between his eyes.

The pain only grew worse as you staggered to your feet, the voices around you dull and far from your awareness. You felt yourself begin to collapse, but instead of slamming into the wooden floors, you were caught by a dark figure.

Especially dark against the white landscape outside.

"Hey. Come on, you gotta wake up, love.."

Price.

"Come on.."

Your eyes still felt tired, but you eased them open, taking in your surroundings. Still in the cabin, sat against a wall near the fire. Someone had draped a quilt over your legs. Your torso was only covered by the tank top you wore under your uniform, which was badly torn at your stomach.

"Price.."

"Hey, soldier.." Price had laid a hand on your uninjured arm, his eyes a tad warmer than their usual stoic nature.

"My shoulder.." You reach a hand to feel the wound, only finding dry gauze. As sleep withered away from you, the pain returned. A quiet noise escaped you; it felt as though you would never have peace until this ended.

"Stay still."

You look up to find König kneeling in front of you, even in his position you tilted your chin a bit to meet his eyes. Price rose and went to talk to Simon, muttering something you didn't care to hear. You noticed the med kit in König's hand.

"You saved my life, König." Your words came out hoarse, but he heard them all the same. He blinked a few times, deciding to settle cross-legged beside you.

"There was no question." He said simply. "But I still need to look at your stomach; the way he did this.."

He paused, closing his eyes. Never in your time spent off the field had you seen him this quick to anger. But he was furious under a guise of calm. "The way he did this, it could get infected easily. I need to stitch the wound."

The description of your injury seemed to remind you it was there in the first place; aching, stinging, and relentless. You tried to control your breathing, shutting your eyes tightly.

“It’s alright..you’re going to be okay.” Before you could register it, König’s hand had found yours, holding it to his chest. “Keep breathing like that—that’s it.”

His words brought you back into the present world; still ringing with pain, but you were here.

“Can you stay awake for me? I cannot have you lose consciousness.” He was firm, unbreaking.

You nodded.

He pulled up your shirt a bit farther, the hem resting just below your chest. You watched, half uneasy and half fascinated at his skill. He cleaned the area, even using iodine before preparing a stitching kit. His eyes looked up into yours.

“This is going to hurt.” His warning was gentle.

“It’s okay.” You breathe. He nods, focusing once more. The battered tissue was a task to sew together, but he managed, closing the largest gaps and remaining extremely careful.

“Did you have medic training?” You asked softly, surprised at how adept he seemed.

He nodded. “By choice. When I first started in the military, I lost too many people because there was no one with us to treat them.”

You watched him, your admiration only climbing higher with every word of his explanation. He pulled the last stitch tight, cutting of the end and wiping the area down gently.

“This should be alright..I know you would probably prefer a true medic, but..” König gestured to the flurry of wind and snow outside the living room window.

“König, I owe you everything.” You leaned forward to rest a hand on his shoulder, telling yourself it was for stability. For a moment, you thought you had made him uncomfortable, before he removed one of his surgical gloves and placed a hand above your own. The warmth of his skin was nearly overwhelming.

A loud laugh from where Soap and Gaz were sitting seemed to snap you out of your trance, and König too; he took your hand and returned it to your side before getting to his feet to dispose of everything. Before walking off, he turned back to face you.

“Almost forgot..” he leaned over to pick up a sweater that was folded on the ground, handing it to you. “Since your shirt is stained. It should be warmer, too.”

You took it, smiling to yourself at his kindness, before watching him on his path to throw away his used supplies and gloves. As gently as you could, you tried to remove your shirt; you were wearing another garment underneath, and you figured your team shouldn’t care anyway. But the wound on your stomach re-ignited with a burning sting, and you couldn’t manage to lift your arms in fear that you would cry out in pain.

You noticed König approach, slowly, like you were a coyote caught in a fence. His eyes seemed to ask the obvious. You let your hands rest, breathing deeply.

“Could you..help me?”

König blinked a moment before nodding , returning to your side.

“This shirt is fucked anyway, could you cut it?” You didn’t realize exactly what you were asking when you said it, you were thinking with your head for once. You realized only when he obliged and flipped open his knife that he would be personally cutting your clothes off, and you had to act professionally while he did it. He cut just past your shoulder on your front side from top to bottom, carefully slicing at the bloodied fabric, before leaning away to let you reveal yourself at your own volition. It was much easier to slip off the shirt, and König handed you a rag to wipe yourself clean of the blood and grime as best you could. Before you could even ask, he was offering to pull the sweater over your head, and you nodded.

“König, I don’t know how to thank you..” you toyed with the hem of the sweater, exhaling shakily as another flash of pain echoed through your torso.

“Feel better..that’s all I ask.” He replied simply. His expression was a far echo from his usual hazy excitement, instead carrying the weight of the pain he knew you felt.

“König! You can hold down the fort for a while, yeah?” Price’s question tore away his gaze, at which he nodded.

“Yes, sir.”

“Right, won’t be gone long, just looking for stragglers.” With that, he led the rest of the team out the door, shutting it quietly.

You and König were left to sit side by side, the snowfall outside thinning to a softer pace. A good distance from the window, you noticed a deer looking around its surroundings, snowflakes decorating its large antlers. You knew König was watching too. Maybe you were delirious from your injury, or maybe it was the peace you found watching this wild animal, but your hand edged closer to his, skin brushing skin. You heard his breathing stutter ever so slightly, but he didn’t retract his hand. You dared to reach far enough to take it in your own, feeling the warmth of his palm firsthand. Neither one of you needed the aid of words to understand what you were implying; you spoke through the warmth between your palms.

#cod requests #call of duty modern warfare #cod mwii #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 #könig x you #konig fluff #könig call of duty #könig fanfiction

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that-fanperson-meg · 5 months

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So I was talking with @loaflovesdoodling the other day and ended up getting a writing idea and… this happened :]

(Don’t worry btw it’s actually super fluffy lol)

Gentle snow drifted down from the clouded sky, gathering together in piles that looked like the powdered sugar that topped the treats that were proudly displayed in the windows of bakeries. Waddle Dees and Waddle Doos ran around together through the cold, while a group of Noddies huddled close to a Burning Leo for warmth.

Despite the fur that covered most of his body, Twilight Knight was somehow cold. Their wings soared on the frigid air, tiny snowflakes melted as they made contact with the void-astral’s skin.

Typically in this type of weather, the knight would be curled up in his room -sometimes with either Selene or Fylass cuddling with them- reading a book or maybe even watching a movie that either of their aforementioned siblings had fallen asleep to.

However today obviously deviated from that norm, as today he was finally going to spend some well deserved bonding time with their older brother,

Pleiades.

Compared to all of his other siblings, Pleiades was…a curious case. The immortal never would talk about his past, but they didn’t as well come to think of it.

Not to mention the two’s first conversation was extremely awkward, as Ades had heard that he was the knight that actually defeated Nightmare and planned to challenge him to a duel before realizing that they were -in Pleiades’ own words not his- a child.

Those words hung in the back of Twilight Knight’s mind and remained, like a dull wound.

Though everything else considered, Ades was an amazing brother!

Which was why at the first chance that he got, the void-astral had asked the immortal if he wanted to watch a movie with them sometime.

Much like the man himself, Pleiades lived in a rather quiet part of planet Popstar, rather far away from the rest of his siblings who in comparison lived close to one another.

Though fortunately, through the snow he could see the lights of Ades’ house waving at them from the ground. He sighed in relief knowing that they weren’t going to be out in the cold for much longer.

A moment later, Twilight Knight went in for a landing a little ways away from the front door of his brother’s house. Their dusty purple wings shifted back into a cape that actually managed to keep him warm.

Shaking off some of the excess snow that had gathered on their antennae, the knight knocked on the door. “Heya Ades! I’m here for our movie day!”

There was no response from the other side which put the void-astral on edge. There were typically only two reasons why Pleiades wouldn’t answer the door, he either wasn’t home…or he had been drinking.

“Ades? You home?” They tried again a little less hopeful, but to his surprise, this time actually getting a response.

From the other side of the door a slightly muffled voice let out a series of curses that they only heard from his father when something on the Halberd went wrong -which was typically Kirby finding the secret stash of sweets.

Which was followed by the same voice telling him through the door, “I’ll be there in a minute!” Twilight Knight breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that his brother was actually awake and conscious stowed away their worries for another time.

Just like he’d said, the door opened a minute later and there stood a somewhat frazzled looking Pleiades, his light teal hair obviously hadn’t been done and he didn’t even have his mask on.

“Apologies, TK. I didn’t hear you knock the first time,” the immortal explained, “now I do believe we have a movie day to get started, shall we?”

The knight smiled and nodded and stepped into Pleiades’ home.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Compared to every other home that Twilight Knight had been in, by far Ades’ looked the most…cozy was the right word for it he felt. Warm yellow tinted lights illuminated the joined living room and kitchen, a blanket was sprawled over the back of a faux leather couch. Their eyes were then moved to the kitchen that looked so spotless and pristine that he wondered if Pleiades actually ever used it.

The door closed behind them, “I’ll go make popcorn, you go get comfortable and find a movie for us.”

Wordlessly, the knight walked towards the couch finding the remote and scrolling through the movies that their older brother had. But his mind had been drawn away from the tv scene and became distracted by the sound of Pleiades going through each of his cabinets presumably looking for the popcorn.

This continued for a moment before he groaned and came back into the living room. “Apparently I forgot to pick up popcorn while I was out last, I’m sorry for this.”

“Eh I’m not too heartbroken about popcorn Ades, I’m happy that I’m gettin’ to spend time with you!”

Pleiades looked surprised for a moment before giving a sort of amused smile. “You are far too kind, Twi. Now, what are we gonna be watching today?”

Focus shifting back towards the tv, the void-astral scrolled for another moment before finding something that he thought maybe their brother would like.

“You ever see The Nightmare Before Christmas?”

“No, I can’t say I have.”

Admitting that was Ades’ fatal mistake, as a moment later the knight’s eyes lit up (literally and figuratively).

“It’s such a cool movie! It’s completely stop motion- it’s a gem from its era and is so beautifully done at a time where that type of animation wasn’t common, and I-” Twilight Knight stopped himself, noticing how loud they were being.

As quick as it had come, the spark in his eyes had faded and the knight went quiet again. “I’m just gonna…let it speak for itself.” They said as the movie started playing, never seeing the perplexed look in Pleiades’ crimson eyes.

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From what he could tell, their brother was either incredibly interested in the movie or was completely uninterested- and he had no clue which one it was.

“It’s called the ‘Nightmare Before Christmas’ so is it a Christmas or a Halloween movie?”

The void-astral shrugged, “eh there’s been some debate over it but in my opinion, it’s both.”

“Nice.”

The movie continued without interruptions, and by the looks of it, Twilight Knight had gotten his answer as a smile formed across the immortal’s face. And not before long, the knight’s favorite song of the movie had started playing.

“There are few who deny, at what I do I am the best! For my talents are renowned far and wide.” Jack Skellington began to sing and the music followed.

Without realizing it, Twilight Knight had begun to hum along to the music knowing the words by heart. The song went on and he continued to quietly hum the melody.

The music began to slow, “But who here would ever understand, that the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin. Would tire of his crown?” Without even realizing it, they’d looked over to Pleiades who was looking at the screen rather intently.

“Ya’know,” the knight said in the moment of silence they had, “you kinda remind me of Jack.”

The immortal chuckled, “why? Because I’m tall?” He figured.

“Yeah sure, whatever you wanna say- but I’ll have you know compared to most astrals I’m above average in height!”

Pleiades snickered, “you’re like, eleven Kawasaki’s sauce packets tall-”

“Shhh! The movie’s going on!” Twilight Knight said, half to make his brother be quiet and half because the movie really was starting up again.

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Before either of them even realized, the movie ended and so did the day. The sun had set quite a while ago and the chill of the night coupled with the snow falling outside was…going to be difficult to fly back to the Halberd in.

Holding back a yawn, the void-astral got up from the couch. “Thanks a lot Ades, it’s been a lot of fun hanging out with you! Have a great evening!” They thanked, moving towards the door.

“Uh- Twilight,” his brother stopped them, “you do remember that there’s a snowstorm going on right now?”

The knight shrugged Pleiades’ worries off, “I’ve flown in worse conditions! I’ll be fine I’m sure, plus I wouldn’t want to overstay my welcome.”

At that last comment, the immortal almost seemed taken aback. “Twilight, you could never ‘overstay’ your welcome here. You’re my brother, and it’d be insanely rude of me to kick you out in the middle of a snowstorm.”

He sighed, “alright, if you insist. I can take the couch-”

“You’re my guest. I’ll take the couch and you can sleep in my bed for tonight.”

“Ades, it's your house. I’m fine with taking the couch.”

“Nonsense, I-”

The back and forth went on for a while longer, neither one wanting to coincide, until finally an agreement was reached; cuddles.

Despite cuddling being a pretty frequent occurrence with all of their other siblings. Twilight Knight had actually not had cuddles with his older brother before. A fact which they wished he’d done much earlier as it was proving to be rather comforting.

And before long he began to slip into the metaphorical embrace of sleep, and the literal embrace of Pleiades.

#twilight knight oc #kirby oc #kirby original character

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teddybeartoji · 2 days

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imagine snow leopard!gojo getting so jealous and possessive over you!! maybe he hears your friends saying you need a proper s/o to take care of you and your need and to provide for you and gojo goes feral at the thought!!! i can imagine him being a sad lil baby tho as well

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NONNNIEE!!!!!!!!!! HE GETS JEALOUS SOOOOO EASILY:((((((( LIKE SO FUCKING EASILY:(((((( he's the biggest baby and i love him so much:((((((((((

ok but the thought of that would make him soo sad:((((( like wdym they think that he's not good enough for you:(((((((((((((((( what if you feel the same as they do:(((((((((((((((((( but luckily you notice his little (read: the biggest and the prettiest) pout and waste absolutely no time in reassuring him that that is not the case at all!!!!!!! you love him with all your heart and he is good enough!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ofc he is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and just to make sure that he understands what you're saying you spend some extra time petting him that night... you play with his tail and his ears and his tummy and sides. cute laughs slip from his lips as he squirms on your lap. you shower him in kisses and bites, making sure that he feels just how you feel!!!!!!!!! you brush your nose against his before pressing a kiss to his lips and your heart does a little flip in your chest when he melts into you<3333 he deserves all of the kisses and attention in the whole world!!!!!!!!!!

more on the jealousy thing................... if you come home from work or uni and you happen to smell like somebody else........... he's absolutely 10000% pouting again lmao. he knows you wouldn't cheat on him but still the thought of someone being so close that their scent sticks to you makes him sick to his stomach. he's instantly tugging you onto the couch and pressing you down on it. he crawls on top of you and starts nosing at your pulse point. he licks and grooms - he needs to get that stench off of you!!!!!!!!!!! and when he's done with that, he nuzzles into you, rubbing his own scent on you the best he can.

he often dreams about other ways to mark you up... yes, of course hickeys and just rubbing does the thing. technically. but he wants to do more. he thinks abt covering you in his cum and piss just so everybody would know that you're his (he likes to think of you doing the same to him too btw)(he wants you to claim him just as he does). he likes the idea of having cum stains somewhere on your clothes so you'd be carrying him with you at all times<333333 he's a little perv ok he just loves you so much he can't help it<333333333

#BABYYYYYY #he's soo sensitivee #and he's such a perv hehehhe #i luv him sm #snow leopard!gojo #angel boy #friends!!#mickey is daydreaming #gojo #tw piss

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redheadspark · 1 year

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Hello, can you write Jack Russell with 36 'Hat, scarf & mittens' and 12 “You’re like my own, personal space heater.” btw I love your work!

A/N: This is perfect for our boy Jack! I do hope you like it :)

Warmth

Summary: One perk of having a werewolf boyfriend: having a walking heater with you always

Warnings: Just some cute fluffiness with Jack

The entire room was freezing when you woke up early that morning.

Of course, you forgot to have the heat on when you both went to bed that night, given the fact that you were occupied with one another. You didn't mean to forget, but when Jack was slowly stripping off your dress after your date and giving you those kisses along your skin that made your mind go blank, you couldn't help but forget about the wall heater in your bedroom being on.

And now you were naked under the sheets, freezing.

Shivering a bit, you were debating if you should get up from the bed quickly to turn on the wall heater and run back to bed, yet your body was so still under the covers to get the smallest amount of heat that was there on your side of the bed. However, Jack was on his side of the bed and was still deeply asleep. Even the sheets that were all he way up to your neck were pooled around his waist, the look of content was on his face as his face was going up and down nice and slow. Now that made you grumble a bit.

Damn him and his body heat.

Since he was a werewolf, his body heat was way higher than normal. He ran hot all the time, so the summer season was torture for him since he would be drowning in sweat and hot flashes. But when it was cooler, he thrives in it. Shirts and shorts most of the time walking around in the Autumn Weather, and a light jacket and jeans when it would snow. Your neighbors would see him in his clothes going out in the falling snow to the grocery store, thinking he was insane to not e covered or bundled up. But thankfully, that had no idea he was a werewolf and that tendency of mostly being naked was a natural thing for him.

Just like now, naked in the cold bedroom.

You rolled over to the side, wrapping your arms around Jack within a moment and feeling the instant warmth from his skin go along yours. You sighed in relief, not caring that you might of looked like an octopus suctioned to him. But you were on focusing on getting warmth with Jack, not wanting to get up and deal with the cold for a few long second. Jack grumbled a bit in his sleep, though his body was moving to hold you close as your legs tangled and your fingers were along his backside.

"Mmmm...you're freezing, Mi Armor," He grumbled in his sleep, his tone so sleepy and laced like honey as you hummed, "We forgot the heater didn't we?"

"I blame you because of you seducing me with your charm," You reasoned, though Jack laughed from his spot and nuzzled his nose against your forehead.

"It was your fault, wearing that dress you knew that would drive me crazy," Jack countered back, though you both were grinning as he rolled to have you two face each other and be tangled under the sheets.

"Next time I can make sure I have a hat, scarf and mitten on hold in case this happens again," you explained to him, his fingers tracing your back up and down delicately.

"And nothing else on? Amor, that is downright sexy to me," Jack said in a coy tone, you playfully swatting him as he chuckled and brought you in a bit closer. The warmth was all all over you like the cocoon, the cold was chased away within moments because of Jack and his incredible body heat.

"Can we stay in bed all morning?" You asked sheepishly, Jack humming as he pulled back at it to stare at your sleepy but warm eyes. He grinned at him, leaning down to his you slowly and softly with ease. You were melting under him, sinking back into the mattress under his touches and his lips along your cheeks and lips. As you got some of your hands in his peppered hair, you felt your won leg open a bit for him to rest in between as the covers were no longer needed and shoved to the ground with his foot.

You did end up staying in bed all morning, and the wall heater stayed off.

The End.

Christmas Prompts

#jack russell x y/n #jack russell x you #jack russell x fem!reader #jack russell x reader #jack russell #werewolf by night fanfiction #werewolf by night #marvel cinematic universe #marvel fanfic writer #marvel #mcu writing #mcu phase 4 #mcu fanfiction #marvel cinematic fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe fanfiction

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unusual-ly · 9 months

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🧣❄️🧺🐶 + Gabrian for the emoji drabbles

I am yet again writing a prompt I got months ago. Sorry for another delay, I’ve rarely had all three of time, energy and inspiration at once to write and when I have, I’ve focused on working on Such Sweet Sorrow (which is coming along btw! I’ve got 2 chapters stockpiled and another plotted!) but here you go! I ended up writing it in less than a day *^*

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It had taken some time - years, in fact - but Ian and Gabriel had eventually made the decision to move out of Bill’s home and find a place of their own. It was small, especially compared to the house that had been provided by the Earl of Southampton, but it was theirs. They’d long since gotten used to the quiet, and the somewhat empty feeling that filled that place after Anne had taken the children back to Stratford, but now that even Bill wasn’t around, the emptiness had only grown. Still, though, it was theirs.

They’d discussed children again, not long before moving out. Ian had once suggested they adopt a child in need of a home, but with the rising possibility of that dream coming true, Gabriel’s nervousness about becoming a mother had only grown, and Ian assured her there was no rush. Maybe someday this space would be filled with a young voice’s laughter, and small footsteps running across the floor, but for now, it was theirs.

It was just theirs.

… It still felt empty, though. But what were they to do about that now?

The first winter in their new home was particularly cruel. Gabriel had thought she’d gotten used to England’s cold weather, but alas, it was still unkind to her. On the third day of rough snowfall, she dared to venture outside, bundled up in her warmest cloak and scarf, to retrieve a basket that had been forgotten in the small stable behind the house. She was sure that was where the missing blanket was and they certainly needed it. As she approached the stable, she spotted it on the ground, just barely sheltered from the snow under the roof, and sighed in relief. Then she heard a sound and stopped.

A soft, high-pitched whimpering. The woven basket creaked, as if something inside it was moving. Gabriel hurried towards it.

Inside the basket, half-nestled under the folds of the blanket she was looking for, was a dog; probably still just a puppy, from what she could tell. Its little paws kicked as it whined in its sleep, clearly dreaming, and Gabriel’s heart melted. She assumed it must be a stray, seeking shelter from the snow. She bent down and tentatively reached out to touch its head.

The puppy jerked awake, startled, and at the sight of a human looming over it, tried to bury deeper into the blanket, but Gabriel gently shushed the frightened creature and stroked its fur, hoping to calm it a little.

“Pobrecito…!” Poor thing…! she muttered, carefully coaxing it out from under the blanket.

It would be easiest to carry it inside still in the basket, rather than to try and carry them both separately, or take two trips. She carefully lifted the basket up, placing a hand on the puppy’s head to stop it from climbing out, and held her cloak over it to shield it from the snow on their trek back to the house, all the while muttering comforting words that it likely wouldn’t understand, but at least her gentle tone might sooth it a bit.

“Ian!” she whisper-shouted when she entered and she soon heard him coming.

“Did you find the blanket? I’m absolutely freezing my-”

“Hush! Not so loud!” she hissed, silencing him immediately as he came through the doorway, “Come and look.”

Ian frowned as he walked towards her, cautious of the wide grin on her face; it reminded him far too much of when she was engaged in some chaotic shenanigans with Bill. He looked down at the partially covered basket.

“Does this mean you didn’t find the blanket?”

Gabriel rolled her eyes, “I have the blanket, Ian, now come here!” she softened as she moved her cloak aside, “Someone was using it.”

Ian’s eyes widened at the sight of the puppy, now curled up and staring back at him.

“Oh…!”

“He was sheltering from the snow in the stable.”

He reached out a hand to scratch behind the dog’s ear, and it closed its eyes and leaned into his hand. Ian smiled sadly, “Poor thing’s starved for attention. And just plain starved, I’ll bet,” he exchanged a look with Gabriel, “I suppose he can borrow the blanket for now.”

“Only for now?”

He just nodded, “And join us for dinner.”

She stared blankly at him, “Ian.”

“… Gabby…” he was wavering.

Gabriel put the basket down and carefully lifted the puppy out, cradling it in her arms, and nuzzled its cheek with hers, all while pouting at Ian, and he was so easily breaking under their combined puppy-dog eyes. She persisted.

“I know we cannot guarantee we’ll be able to care for him in the long term, but if not us, then who? How can we just leave an animal to suffer when we have the means to help it?”

He had no argument, to be fair. It might cause a minor strain on their resources, but they could probably manage that. They could figure it out.

And Gabriel seemed so happy. He sighed, and smiled in defeat, and took a step closer to press a kiss to her forehead. She returned his smile, then held the puppy towards him expectantly, and he laughed lightly before kissing his forehead as well. Then he took him from her, holding him close.

“Come on, then. Let’s find you something to eat.”

Because now, he, too, was theirs.

#bill 2015 #bill the film #bill the movie #gabriel montoya #bill the film ian #jim howick #larry rickard #laurence rickard #six idiots #Gabrian #crazy in the coconut #don’t stab the messenger

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carry-on-my-wayward-gays · 4 months

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Merry crimmus have ranchers!!!

“Daddy- look, it's snowing!” Lola cheers. She drags a still half-asleep Jimmy towards the window and bounces, pointing and gesturing towards the blanket of white outside.

“Mhm..” Jimmy nods, rubbing his eyes to try and wake up a little more. “Real nice, pumpkin.” He mutters. “How ‘bout you get dressed, an’ I'll take you outside so you can play.”

That sends Lola squealing excitedly and running up the stairs again. This at least gives Jimmy enough time to make himself and Tango some coffee. Which is good, considering Tango comes padding into the kitchen shortly after the pot is done.

“Morning, buttercup.” Tango kisses his cheek and pours himself some coffee, not noticing the snow outside the window. “You sleep well?”

“Mhmm.” Jimmy nods, finally awake enough for conversation. “Lola wants to go outside an’ play with in th'snow.”

“Wait.” Tango pauses and looks out the window. “Holy shit, that's a lot of snow…”

“Yep.” Jimmy snorts under his breath. “You wanna take Lola outside?”

“Fuck yeah.” The both of them knew it was mostly for Tango to play in the snow. He was like a kid when it came to that.

So the both of them got bundled up, and Lola bolts out the door before either of them could. She looks so happy like that, throwing snowballs at both dads, falling back into the snow and giggling.

Jimmy's heart melts at the sight of it, his daughter looking so full of joy while in the snow. And Tango was getting in on the fun too. He was playing with her, the two of them having a blast, while Jimmy stood on the porch and finished his coffee. And at a point, he set his mug down and just watched.

Until a snowball got hurled at his face. A loud “Oh shit- !” came from Tango, and Jimmy looks up to see both his husband and daughter as frozen as the trees. Tango's hands covered his mouth and Lola tried her best not to laugh.

Jimmy doesn't say anything. He just walks down the steps, calm as can be, and picks up a handful of snow. He packs it into a ball and chucks it at Tango with accuracy that shocks everyone but him.

Tango sputters and shakes the snow from him, breaking into a laugh as he reaches for more snow. “Oh you're in for it now-”

The rest of the afternoon was filled with laughter, and covered in snow. Jimmy at least brushes the snow off of all of them before they step inside. He'd just cleaned, and he didn't want any snow being tracked into his house, thank you very much.

But hot chocolate was made, and instead of coats, they were bundled into blankets. “Can we watch a Christmas movie?” Lola pipes up, and Jimmy shoots a look at Tango before he could say anything.

“She's too young for Die Hard, baby.” He rolls his eyes. Tango pouts, but doesn't say anything to try and convince Jimmy of otherwise.

“I wanna watch The Year Without Santa Claus!” Lola giggles and reaches for the remote immediately.

The day winds down like that, with Lola curled up on one side of Jimmy and Tango on the other, both comfortable and content as can be.

And Jimmy thought for a moment. This is what life was all about. The little things.

Nothing else mattered in this moment, just his husband and daughter. Their own perfect little family.

AWWWWWWW AKSJRKDKFNFNCCJ THANK YOU SUGAR(/p) THIS IS SO CUTE AND FLUFFY I LOVE THEM :((

Die Hard is a Christmas movie btw I will die on this hill. Maybe Lola can watch it next year :3c This made me so happy thank you lub you <3

#should i make an answer tag?#shadow likes this thing #roxie-roo

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latentheart · 10 months

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You called...and we came

You called…and we came.

In ships bigger than anything we had seen,

dwarfing our islands and covering them

in the shadows of smoke and noise.

Crowded, excited voices filled the air,

traveling to the ‘motherland’

– over weeks, over oceans that threatened to engulf us.

Driven by a wish, a call to save, to rebuild

and support efforts to establish ‘health for all’

in the aftermath of war.

You called….and we came.

Women and men of position in our homelands;

nurses with a pride in the excellence of our care.

With experience of management, organisation

and a sense of duty.

We appeared.

Smiling and eager to work on the wards, communities and clinics

of this England.

You called….and we came.

Our big hearts, skilful hands and quick minds

encased in our skins – of a darker hue.

Which had shimmered and glowed

in our sunnier climes..

But now signified our difference

– our un-belonging.

Matrons became assistants

Nurses became like chambermaids.

All the while striving to fulfil our promise

– to succour, to serve, to care.

You called….and we came.

The blue of the sister’s uniform

– seemed as far away from us as the moon.

Unreachable by our dark hands in this cold land.

But we were made of sterner stuff.

The hot sun, which once beat down on our ancestors,

when they too left their lands,

Shone within us.

Forging our hearts and minds

with the resistance of Ebony.

You called….and we came.

Rising like the Phoenix,

from the heat of rejection.

We cared, we worked and we organised.

Until the quickness of our brains

and the excellence of our care

made it hard for you to contain us.

And slowly, so slowly,

the blue uniforms had dark and lighter bodies beneath them.

The professional care in our touch

was valued despite the strangeness of our speech

and the kinks in our hair.

You called….and we came.

A new millennium – new hopes spread across this land.

New populations, engaging and reflecting

the varied, diverse and vibrant nature of these shores.

Challenging and reflecting on leadership for health.

Moves to melt the ‘snow’ at the peaks of our profession.

Recognising the richness of our kaleidoscope nation.

Where compassion, courage and diversity are reflected

In our presence and our contribution:

Not only the hopes and dreams of our ancestors.

– Human values needed to truly lead change…and add value.

Remember… you called.

Remember… you called

YOU. Called.

Remember, it was us, who came.

- Professor Laura Serrant OBE

Today marks 75 years since the HMT Empire Windrush arrived in Britain on 22 June 1948. 800 passengers from the Caribbean arrived in the UK, having been encouraged to make the move to help shore up the workforce after World War II. The Windrush generation and their descendants faced incredible difficulties as they built their lives in the UK. Racism, poor living conditions, and a dismissal of their previous professions and skills were just some of the struggles they faced. And yet the contributions the Windrush generation made to the UK cannot be overstated. The NHS, for example, would not be the insitution it is without the contributions of Caribbean nurses and midwives (who btw are still underrespresented in leadership positions in the NHS today).

I could write an essay tbh but it’s late and I need sleep. I’ve added a few links here which gives way more info on the Windrush generation. And not sure if it’s changed now but when i was at school they never taught us ANY of this.

#windrush #windrush day #poetry #black poet #black history #black british history #important

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pancakehouse · 1 year

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find a word game!

the rules are simple - find the word (or something close enough) in a fic (WIP, published, whatever) and share the excerpt it’s in.

words I was given: bare, green, flop, constant, sore

your words: cherry, sofa, blink, kiss (hehe)

merci emmeline @maybebabyplease xoxo

green // moonlight sonata (christmas fic!)

They make it halfway to the cottage when Sirius starts to regret things. Remus is mumbling incoherently, leaning his entire body into Sirius; a lanky deadweight in a ratty green jumper. They’re staggering, sinking into the snow, ice melting into their ankles and shins.

bare // lily/alice wip !!! (this was meant to be for emmy em's bday in november, but due to who i am as a person. expect it sometime between nov2023 & three decades from now. smiley face!)

(ALICE IS DEBATING SHAVING HER HEAD HERE BTW !! THIS FIC WILL HAVE SEXUALLY CHARGED HEAD SHAVING SO HELP ME GOD - )

“You don’t think my face is too round?” Alice puffs out her cheeks, then sucks in until they’re hollowed out. She purses her lips, and tilts her head around, inspecting her jaw from side to side. “What if I look insane? Christ, I’d fucking kill to trade one of those Black brothers for their jawlines. Or Narcissa–”

Dorcas, without lifting her head, moans exaggeratedly. “Narcissa. Mm, Merlin, what I wouldn’t give–”

Alice cackles, and Marlene twists around, smacks Dorcas right in the center of her bare stomach. It echoes across the room.

flop // only fools are satisfied (tennis au!)

Sirius tilts his head again and tracks the lithe, flexing muscles of Remus’ legs as he practises two courts down. Follows the way his hair flops up and down every time he runs out for a ball, his quick, stuttering steps as he reacts to the volleys Benjy’s rapidly firing at him, the rushed, tired grin he sends Sirius when he catches him watching.

constant(ly) // also ofas ^

So, instead, he steps closer, right into Remus’ space. Sirius reaches out and traces a finger along Remus’ jutting collarbone, the faint tan line there, smirking at the paleness of skin his clothes usually cover. “Cute.”

Remus breathes out slowly, watches him. Then coughs a laugh, shrugging him off. “Maybe you’d have them too, if you weren’t constantly giving your shirts away.”

“Saw that, did you?” Sirius grins happily. “See anything else interesting?”

hehe alright that's all! i skipped 'sore' cause i got tired :// but i am currently sore from my workout so let's pretend i'm writing a self-insert fic and that's the entire premise !! xo

tagging: @second-sister @squidgilator @tahtahfornow @dykefever @lostmykeysie and @heart-axe if they wanna play!!! + open tag always and forever my sexy party ppl !!!!

#tag game #this game has informed me i use the word 'barely' so fucking excessively why didn't any of you tell me !!!! soo embarrassing

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mistergovet · 2 months

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Hi! I’m posting something that I made a long time ago, but read it recently and it reminded me of when I wasn’t in a very good mental state, and it think the things I wrote during that time really shows that. Maybe not. Decide for yourself. (Btw it’s VLD so lol…)

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It reminded him of snow capped mountains on earth. Tall hills spanning further into the distance than a paper could ever be blown by the wind. Trees as tall as the Eiffel Tower covering the hills, and filled the space around them. A Glassy filament of fog hindered their view further. Thousands of cherry blossoms covered every surface, only the petals of them stuck out of the tall snow. Pink and effortlessly beautiful. Sprouting from every direction.

Keith’s breath turned to vapor in the frigid air, though he didn’t shiver. The team stayed silent, mesmerized by the captivating beauty of this planet.

The snow came up to their knees, though there was not a single other footprint in sight. Not a bird’s chirp or the scurry of animals in the tree, not the peep of a mouse or the tapping of Pidge’s fingers against her keyboard. Still.

None of them had ever seen something so majestic, and for the human paladins, nothing from space had reminded them so much of home, of earth. Everyone looked to Lance, as he made the first of the noises. Hot tears streamed down his face as he sucked in a breath. Keith watched as his tears crystallized once they’d fallen from his cobalt eyes. He had a sad smile on his face as he stare became more and more distant, like he was fading.

“Hey buddy,” Hunk said, softly,

“Hmm?” Said Lance, “oh! Oh my god, sorry guys-I didn’t know I was crying.”

Shiro gave him the softest smile Keith had ever seen and trudged over to him as fast as he could in knee deep snow.

Lance melted into the hug he was given, squeezed tighter than he meant to, dug his forehead into Shiro’s shoulder and let out a sigh of relief.

“I’m sorry guys, let’s get going.” Lance had said, a desolate second later. He rubbed at his eyes with the sleeve of his uniform and turned away from Shiro in the same movement as he came out of the hug.

The team started walking, but Keith couldn’t get himself to move. He stared at Lance, almost unable to breath. He didn’t know what was causing this emotion, he felt so… sympathetic? He felt so happy that Lance felt that he could be vulnerable with them, even if he hadn’t noticed that he was crying.

And maybe Keith did the same thing, right there. Maybe he let one or two tears shed and fall into the porcelain snow. Maybe he had to try to sprint through the snow to reach them.

And maybe he’d fallen face first into the snow.

“Shit…” he muttered, he caught up with the team sure, but the fall he’d taken left him down in three feet of snow, he had to really try to get up. And now, his face was cold and his eye lashes were visibly gathering icicles.

He struggled to stand very well in this sudden blistering cold, and he watched as his team disappeared behind that glass barrier of fog. He reached out and he shouted.

“Wait! Guys- Lance?!” He shouted, but he could feel only cold air entering his lungs from the outside and start freezing him from the inside. He lost his ability to speak as the freezing tracked its way to his throat, he felt the way his legs gave out underneath him like water, and he collapsed into the snow. And maybe there he lay and cried a few more tears, as he stared off into the blissful sight of cherry blossoms and tall trees, and snow capped mountains he’d never be able to forget. Never be able to forget the memory of Lance crying here, for the beauty of this world and the memories it brought back to him.

And then,

And then he shut his eyes, as the cold gave him a small comfort. And he felt himself fall.

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Snippets from Team “at first I thought it was an idea” ft marin, zaida and caelan interacting

(link to the actual fic here btw, though this isn’t there yet (it’s sometime in the future as of now))

Chapter ? — Snowblown

Embers flew from the fire, hissed in the snow, and Marin huddled further into her coat.

She’d known the weather was getting colder for a while now. The further west they went, the less the sun seemed to shine, and the more the wind seemed to blow. Yes, it was perfectly reasonable, and it wasn’t unexpected; even more so when considering the gradually dropping temperatures in and around the area… but the reality of it all hadn’t hit her until the day she woke up in Pike National Forest with half her tent covered in snow.

Zaida, somehow, had managed to sleep through it all. Maybe it was her luck, maybe it was her sheer sleeping prowess — either way, her own tent had remained comfortably occupied until mid-morning, when the bleak sun and Marin’s fire had warmed the camp enough, and the snow on the top had long since turned to water.

The habit hadn’t stopped. It was becoming somewhat of a ritual.

But the further out they went, the less the snow melted, and the more time Marin had to spend in the cold.

And Zaida wasn’t the only one with a questionable sleeping schedule. Caelan, too, seemed determined to make Marin’s mornings as tiring as possible. He was up with the sun’s first rays, searching for monsters, following clouds as if they meant something. It made Marin almost happy Zaida was still asleep. If only because she and Caelan would freeze to death chasing squirrels otherwise.

It was on one of these mornings, with the fire still too weak to warm anything and the snow still spiralling down, that Caelan came to her with news of something other than floating water droplets — not that it was any more substantial.

“...You want us to follow a ghost story.”

“I see it more as... ‘investigating an opportunity’.”

“An opportunity you got from a few superstitious storytellers wasting their lives?”

“It’s better than- I mean, I thought you’d think it would be better than investigating the intriguing prophetic nature of clouds.”

It was. She’d give him that. “Congratulations, Caelan. On finding something better than clouds to chase.”

Caelan, looking over, gave her a dramatically scorned look.

“...Fine,” she sighed, walking over. “What’s the story?”

His eyes lit up in a way they only could when faced with some sort of thrill. “Basically,” he said, “basically. You know how people hike through here, right? And how it snows?”

“Of course I know how it snows, I’m standing in it.”

“Yeah, well, you don’t. Stop ruining the atmosphere. Anyway, so it’s really creepy, because the snow,” he paused, for dramatic effect, “is almost alive.”

Marin stared at him. “What.”

“Hey, I’m just repeating what I heard. Can’t say if I believe it, but weird stuff happens, right? And apparently, there are snowstorms around here which are really weird. Nobody can predict them, the weather forecasts are completely useless, they just turn up out of nowhere. And they’re not proper snowstorms, either, they’re really, really small — but the weirdest part is that they seem to actually chase people. I don’t think anyone actually died, but loads and loads of people who hike through here just get caught in one of them and lose all their stuff.” He looked right into her eyes. “And they never happen any other time.”

“...Apparently,” she replied. “We don’t know that.” But as unlikely as it seemed, the story represented a chance to have an actual goal in mind; to have a purpose which encompassed more than wandering aimlessly. It intrigued her more than she’d have liked to admit. “Do you know when all this started?”

“Oh yeah, about two and a half years ago.”

Not forever, then. That definitely made it more plausible than it had been, but there was still…

Wait.

“Two and a half years ago?”

“Well, yeah, that is what I just said.”

The wind whipped around them, and the fire sputtered. There was a chill in the air that only served to emphasise her point. “The same time Pikes Peak started to get really, really cold?”

“Yeah, it would be…” Caelan’s eyes glinted, and he stopped himself before continuing. “Yeah, of course. Yeah, I knew that. See? I told you I was onto something.”

Marin’s lips twitched upwards as she headed over to their supplies, picking out a pair of tongs. “Stop it.”

“...I think I’ll pass.”

She rolled her eyes with tired affection, and walked up to the fire. Embers sparked as she nudged some blocks of wood, preventing the gust from reaching the heart of the flame.

“Alright. Let’s assume, just for now, we’re up to chasing this idea. Who did you hear it from?”

Caelan smiled mischievously. “Well, there was this drunk old lady in this tavern… oi, Marin, relax”, he called out, seeing Marin’s hand on the tongs freeze. “It wasn’t a drunk old lady at a tavern – contrary to popular belief, I do actually possess some sense of reason. No, basically there was this couple who lost their stuff…”

—

Marin sat at the edge of her tent, brows furrowed “...And this has happened how often?”

“She didn’t say, but from the way she was talking, that’s the case much more often than not. She even tells people to bring two copies of everything they’re taking outside now, in case one of the pairs of stuff goes missing. Not that it usually works,” Caelan answered, now poking the fire, “but it’s common enough for that to be an actual safety measure.”

“And every single time people’s things went missing after a snowstorm?”

“Yup.”

“...Has anything been found?”

“If it has, it sure isn’t very often. There are notices for lost belongings all over the place.”

Wait. “Notices for lost belongings? So we can-”

They were interrupted by a yawn coming from a tent nearby. Looking over, Marin saw the edges stretch as something pushed against them, and a few moments later, a face poked out of the entrance.

“…guys… why are you… talking so loud, it’s only…” Zaida pushed the hair out of her eyes and looked up at the sky, blinking tiredly. Falling snowflakes rested on her cheeks, giving her new freckles. “…seven thirty or something...”

Marin glanced at her watch. “Nine, actually.” Despite her attempt at being unimpressed, she couldn’t help a small smile.

“That’s the same thing, it’s still… sleeping hours… can I just-”

“Now Zaida, Zaida, Zaida,” Caelan said, walking over. “Would you really want to sleep on this fine morning, where we have not two, not three, but… well – one – lead?”

She jolted up at that, looking at Marin. “We have a lead?”

“…Caelan’s found a story. Which still seems a bit suspicious, but…” she sunk down into a crouch “...it’s better than nothing. Essentially…”

@group-oc-tournament

#team marinverse propaganda #group oc tournament

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jspookywolf · 1 year

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✨THIS OR THAT✨

Thank you for tagging me @veradragonjedi 💕

I apologise because this turned out a mess of colours

CHOSEN | DEPENDS | BOTH | NEITHER

painting or photography // dusk or dawn // spring or autumn* // movies or tv shows // chocolate or nutella // audiobooks or podcasts // card games or board games* // fiction or nonfiction // cookies or brownies* // dragons or unicorns // bath or shower // blue or yellow // rollercoasters or bumper cars* // iced tea or hot tea // left side of bed or right side of bed* // zip-up hoodie or pullover hoodie // straight hair or curly hair* // gummy worms or gummy bears // rain or snow* // sneakers or flip-flops // bowling or mini-golf* // pasta or pizza*

Some explanations for the ones with the * under the cut

I live in a country where you can only experience the following seasons— melting hot season, bearable warm season, cold season and unpredictable raining season. We don’t have autumn here but I’d love to experience that.

I’m an only child so I’m not really into those games but when I used to go to uni my friends and I would play UNO and even though we became vile savages a few minutes into the game I really enjoyed it.

I said it before— I don’t really love sweet stuff but I think I’d go for a brownie.

I’ve never ridden any of those.

Depends on which side of the bed is against the wall.

I have wavy hair and even though it sometimes bothers me I like it that way.

Back again to the first point on this list— it only rains in the city (rarely but it does) and during cold season I’ve seen some news where the fields are covered in frost but it’s like actual ice not snow, you know what I mean? Oh and btw I’m happy whenever it’s raining!

IF ONLY you all knew how much my friends hate me whenever we go bowling 😹 it might be just “luck” but I’m kinda a pro on it.

Not much of an elaborated answer but— in a restaurant I’d rather order pasta but when it’s like with the family it’d be pizza. I like both the same though.

#spooky rambling

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allisonlol · 2 years

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I saw that your requests are opened! I love your writing sm btw! Can I request dazai and ranpo cuddling his s/o on a cold snowy day hcs?

a/n: as someone who literally just had a blizzard in their area and is freezing in below 0 temperatures, boy am i glad u requested this

(Dazai, Ranpo) Cuddling on a Snowy Day

Dazai

pls this man is so whiny about it

nonstop complains about how cold he is so you'll offer to cuddle him

absolutely despises the snow because for 1) you make him do all the shoveling and 2) he just hates being cold in general

but that's where you come in!!

once home from work, you're both shivering from the cold and covered in small, crystalized snowflakes

you look at each other in knowing agreement that it is now time to cuddle and warm up (◡̀_◡́ )

beeline for the bed/couch immediately

ur bf literally tackles you and wraps his arms around you in the tightest vice grip

prior to that tho, you grab a bunch of fluffy throw blankets and wrap them around each other

gets all annoyed if u try to go on your phone or anything that takes your attention away from him

^like he’ll literally swipe it from your hands to see what ur looking at?? & then says some snarky shit like “WHY exactly are you watching a tiktok when you could be looking at your incredibly handsome boyfriend instead?”

(his words not mine)

dazai eventually falls asleep with all of his body weight on u 😑

you have to wake him up because you literally can't breathe and are about to suffocate

Ranpo

this man(child) absolutely adores snow, contrary to dazai

loves playing in the snow with you: making snow angels, having snowballs fights, etc

however, he does get quite cold from it and always drags you inside afterwards for snuggles

makes hot chocolate for the both of you, and brings a stash of his snacks to share <3

drags you to the bed and wraps the blankets all around the two of you

likes to use this time to watch movies as well, so you'll put on a documentary of some sort (usually true crime) in the background

^this is kind of irrelevant but, watching true crime with ranpo is a struggle bc he solves the whole case within the first minute and ruins it for you 🥲

anyways

nothing makes ranpo melt more than when u run ur hands thru his hair

^therefore he likes to lay with his head in your lap so you can play with his hair while y’all watch ur documentaries

he’ll do the same for you as well if u want!!

once y'all are all warm n cozy under the blankets, it's nearly impossible to get back up tho

so the snacks ranpo brought usually become your dinner for the night, since neither of you feel like getting up to make food 🙄

taglist: @deadmitochondria @miycutie @xelia25 @scul-pted @exorcisedstraydog @chuuyasboots @shy-socially-awkward-intovert @beandaifuku @ravenina14 @sonder-paradise @imhanako @dreaming-of-ambedo @nervousyetconfidentway @beautiful-is-boring

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Hiiii. Happy New year dear! for the 100 followers event, can I get the snowed in “try and fail to hide their arousal from you” with diluc, kaeya, kazuha,tartaglia and tohma please? I really like your writing btw, love you(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

MINORS/BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

[snowed in trope]

most to least likely to try and fail to hide their arousal from you ft. diluc, kaeya, kazuha, childe, thoma

warnings: afab!reader, thigh-riding for kaeya, this one isn't very explicit but yeah

a/n: hii happy belated new year, have some spice!

1. diluc 2. kazuha 3. thoma 4. childe 5. kaeya

this is fine. everything is fine. no, it’s not that warm, he can survive with the blankets on him. diluc’s face is red as he tries to convince you that he’s so very cold that he needs several blankets to cover him. you’re not stupid so you immediately know something is up. that something being… his dick. “get out of there before i drag you out myself,” you tell him, sighing as you let him know that you’d already found out. “if you wanted to do something you could’ve just said so,” you smirk as you climb onto the redhead’s lap, watching as he grows increasingly flustered. “i just wanted to be a gentleman,” he admits quietly to which you laugh at as you trace his bicep. “oh please, with me you’re free to be as wild as you can be.” you wonder how would the people react if they knew mondstadt’s most eligible bachelor turns into a sex-crazed beast when snowed in with you.

it rarely snows in inazuma. but as an unpredictable snowstorm traps you and kazuha in an abandoned old cabin, the ronin is put to the test as he shares a single blanket with you and your naked body pressed up against his side. both your clothes lay wet, seeped in melting snow by the doorway as kazuha worries about what he’d do once he runs out poems to recite. “kazu? are you alright?” he wants to scream no but the concern etched onto your features forces him to assure you that everything is fine. “but your face is red…” you mutter. kazuha swallows nervously as you reach a hand out to cup his face. the blanket falls from your shoulder and kazuha squeezes his eyes shut. he hears you giggle as your hand slides down his neck to rest above his beating heart. “you can touch if you want to,” you say, low and sultry. it feels like a dream as you guide his hand towards your breast, allowing him to touch as he pleased. and as his crimson eyes find yours, the roaring of the wind fades to nothing as he kisses you desperately.

thoma knows exactly what he’s doing as he coerces you into sharing the bed with him. indeed the sudden drop in temperature may have resulted in the both of you getting snowed in but you’re too naive to realise that it’s plenty warm in your own bed too. “is this okay?” thoma asks you as he pulls the blanket up to your neck. you nod in response, not daring to move a muscle as you share the cramped space with the muscular housekeeper. thoma giggles as he watches your expression, “there’s no need to be nervous.” but there is! he’s so close to you that you can feel every hard plane of his body pressed up against you! “unless, you’re nervous because you’re expecting something to happen?” thoma suddenly says as he taps the tip of your nose with his finger. you’re left with no room to wonder if this had been his plan all along as his soft lips finally meet yours.

childe is shameless in the way that he prefers to drop obvious hints that he wants to fuck you senseless rather than warm up together cuddling. though he enjoys the cuddles, there’s nothing more he could want than to feel your tight heat milking him dry right now. you don't miss the way his deep blue eyes drag across your body languidly as he fixates on your waist, your thighs, and your pretty neck that's practically begging to be covered up by lovebites. you allow him one kiss but one becomes two then three then suddenly you're lying naked on your back as you scream his name while he cums in you.

being snowed in with kaeya sounds like a dream come true for you. that is, until you realise that the cavalry captain is way too tired to be doing anything naughty with you. "please kaeya, i'll do all the work," you whine, dragging your nails down his torso as you attempt to seduce the man. his light blue eye narrows as he tips your chin with his finger. "fine, but you'll have to show me how desperate you are for my cock." you tilt your head questioningly, unsure of what he meant as a wicked smile spreads across his lips. "ride my thigh," he commands simply. your gaze lands on his thigh and your cunt throbs. "be a sweet girl and do a good job, 'kay?"

#genshin impact smut #diluc smut #kazuha smut #kaeya smut #thoma smut #childe smut #tartaglia smut #[💫] — genshin smut #[❣] — 100 event

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