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Part 2 of Christmas gone downhill...? Please 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😘

Okayyy, since you asked so nicelyyy<3

Um, this is a very long part, so get yourself a comfy place plus food and something to drink :D

[First part]

Warnings: a little bit of Angst, Death, Death is a cute and shy dorky mess-but only around you, Jealous Jack, Jack goes thirdwheeling, awkwardness, Halloween makes you happy

Word count: 3. 939

Long ass chapter, and not proofread!!!

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[Last time : ]

“Please, he’s the grim reaper!“

“And??? Why do you care so much?“, you asked, fed up with jack. Seriously, what’s his deal?

He just stared at you angrily, you looking at him with a confused expression. He looked at your left eye, then your lips, and switched over to your right eye, repeating the process a few times before groaning in frustration and storming off.

...

You had no idea as to why Jack was behaving like that, but oh well.

As long as he left you alone...

It was eerily calm without Pitch attacking, now that he was gone. But you learned.

You found out that the tooth fairy and her little helpers would loose their ability to fly once the children stopped believing in her.

When seeing your great-something-grandfather not being able to even stand on his feet let alone hold his swords, you could only fantasize about what would happen to you once children would start-and then stop believing in you.

You saw Bunny in a normal bunny sized form, but it scared you. How could something so cute spit such harsh words? You guessed that his size decreased, the less kids believed in him.

But...you didn't really feel bad for him, when looking back to what Bunny said when he met Jack for the first time.

You didn't know what would happen to Jack once the kids would stop believing in him, considering they haven't even known him before, other than that they couldn't see him nor aknowledge his existence.

They'd just... walk through him. He'd just be an invisible ghost to them.

What you didn't know though, you craved to find out.

What would happen to Sandy once the children would stop believing in him? Would he loose his abilities?

Use his power against himself in a way to flee from the depression he'd feel when his sole purpose would be taken away from him?

Would he...become like Pitch?

Because...when you can't do anymore good...you do evil.

You could only hope for Sandy to never loose his smile and motivation to give the youngest population of the earth enough sleep and trust in the sandman.

You also had a high suspicion that Sandy wasn’t actually mute and was just fucking around with y’all because you could oftentimes hear some voice in sleeping hours and it wasn’t a noise you recognized. But it was also always when you were sleepy drunk and couldn’t difference reality from dream.

...

you, on the other hand, were new to everything. Halloween was around the corner, and then your first christmas, where you'd spread joy and fun all over the world. And your great..grandfather would watch you with a fond smile.

Since it was your first chirstmas this year, you chose the steampunk aesthetic. Whatever the kid wished for, you made it look vintage, savage, romantic and cool.

you were simply a steampunk sucker. It was such a cool genre of style!!!

once you'd put your own designed toys under the christmas tree, you'd make a graffiti painting on a cardboard, which would say:

The greatest granddaughter of Santa has arrived, and delivered. If you want an encore, be nice! Your Eva <3

But now, Halloween was more important. You still had to get over the fact that your overly great grandfather thought that you had feelings for Jack.

Too bad that you liked romaticists like Death himself.

And speaking of the hot devil, he asked you out on halloween. How?

Well...Flashback!

...

It was a rather snowy day- no shit- in the north pole, but nevertheless, you got a pleasant surprise visit from your crush.

Death.

Gosh, even hearing his name caused your knees to wobble, and your smile to shake. Your heart beat faster when you heard his soft deep voice, quietly talking to you, as to not attract unwanted attention from the elves, yetis, or worst, Santa himself.

"Hey.", he whispered, taking off his skull mask, putting his scythe next to your guitar as he climbed into your room through the big windows of your room. they fit perfectly next to each other.

And if it wasn't for your perfected self control and coolness, you would've fainted by now. I mean, who wouldn't when somebody as hot as Death himself found himself rubbing his neck shyly, just because he couldn't bring himself to look you in the eye.

A tall man, probably with a muscular body-the one of a greek god, to be exact- big biceps and visible veins in his forarms and hot big hands. and he smirked up at you with cheeky eyes and sharp canines.

Dimples on the cheeks...

Oh, he's so going to kill you. (but not with his powers 😏)

“Hey,“, you whispered back, allowing yourself to smile at him. “What brings you here?”, you asked quietly, turning on some soft music.

Again, he averted his eyes, a blush spreading from his cheeks to his ears and down his neck, making you snicker quietly. “I uh...”

Death looked around your room, one where he has been one too many times to count. And it was yours, to say the least. He found himself staring at one of your selfies with him and satisfied with how good the camera got him.

“I um, I just wanted to uh...”, he trailed off, coming to your pretty doe eyes and sweet smile in the picture.

“..gosh you look cute...”, he mumbled, but it was too incoherent for you to understand.

“What?”, you asked, hoping that he’d repeat himself.

Death flinched before chuckling nervously. “I-uh, ahah, well, um...”

‘Jeez, get it together, Death! Just--ask her out already!!’

“Would you...be free on Halloween?”, he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear over the lofi-hiphop music. But you understood it loud and clear.

You were also taken aback by the question, because you and him always did something on Halloween, like going on parties or going trick or treating in either ridiculous or slutty outfits.

“Um, sure. What would you like to do?”, you questioned, working on one of your many toys for another special kid.

Death was glad that your back was towards him, because he found himself sweating like crazy at your question. He was actually surprised that you accepted his proposal.

“Oh uh, well, why, nO! NO, no.“, he exclaimed loudly, embarrassed of himself for being so loud when you and him always used to talk quietly to each other. Like it was only you two in this big world.

He mentally kicked himself millions of times when he got to see the shocked look you gave him. He liked it even less when you placed the doll down, the needle for stitching the arm to the shoulder placed in the middle of where should be a heart, and rushed towards him.

Now, he could feel your warm hands on his cold forehead, but he still felt like a burning sun inside. What was obvious though was his fast and loud beating heart and his red face.

That was one of the rare times that you’ve seen your pretty reaper in a flustered state, but you’ve only asked him what he would like to do. So why was he so nervous?

“it, it is um, it’s a-- a surprise...!”, he stuttered, nodding down at you assuringly, his lips cracking a wobbly smile.

You nodded slowly, as to let him know that you were okay with it. “Of course, at surprise. But...could you give me a hint on what to wear on this special occasion?”, you asked innocently.

But, since Death was a closet pervert and you were his crush, he thought that you were flirting with him in his delusional state.

Sweat running down his back like a waterfall, he subtly took a few steps back and turned to the side as to look at the details of your room again-but he was screaming internally.

Gosh, your voice was so seductive right now-- a-and the question?!

“Uhm, y-you could like, wear comfy clothes? A-and just, warm? And because it’s gonna be October and then N-November, and night, yo-you should wear warm clothes..! Yes, w-warm clothes...! Haha-he...ha...”

‘What the heck was that?! How stupid can you sound, Death!?’

You found his little rambling very cute, to be honest, and you cherished the way he kept looking back and forth nervously between you and the room’s objects.

‘Could it be...? Nah~, not little old me, what to I even have to offer?’

You just nodded again at his suggestion and a knock made Death leap out of the window like a frog, taking his mask and scythe while doing so. And just as the door opened, revealing a sour looking Sandy as you closed the window.

Sandy sat down on your bed and had a cute little frown and pout on his face. Somehow you were the only one who always understood him, even though he was mute, so he always seeked your presence for comfort, advice and help.

And you always let him, considering the fact that there might be a chance of him becoming like Pitch when he doesn’t get taken care of as well-at least in your ideology, it made sense.

“Hello Sandman, how can I help you? Fruit tea?”, cue to him nodding firmly, still having his arms crossed. And what he wanted, you provided.

(It was just him and Bunny playing a board game and Bunny cheated the whole time, and Sandy of course noticed, but since Sandy couldn’t say anything, Bunny used that to his advantage.)

...

As you were stuck between putting on a warm sweater and a big hoodie, Jack stormed in again. “You’re going out?”, he panted, as if he ran a hundred miles.

You only frowned at him before looking at yourself in the mirror, making sure you were looking edgy but still cute. You felt the cheeky boy’s eyes on you, and you turned around sassily and telling him to fuck off.

“Don’t want to.”

“Why not.”

“I don’t want you to go to Death.”

‘Shit, did uncle Sandy tell him about us?!’

“What are you, my older brother, my dad, or the police?”, you started, making your way over to him. “Who do you even think you are, bossing me around, huh?”

Jack frowned at you, trying to defend himself, but he didn’t really have any other argument besides being jealous and heartbroken. “What if he doesn’t treat you right?”, he muttered, but you could catch him.

“What if you meet him for once? He’s a nice guy, unlike you...”, you trailed off, putting all the stuff you needed into a nice bag of yours. You didn’t catch the mischievous smirk of the Ice guardian, because you gave him an idea.

“Okay, have fun~!”, he chirped happily before dissappearing again, leaving you with a strange feeling in your stomach. One look at your watch and you noted that you could come late to your little da-meet up! with Death.

As you bid goodbye to everyone, you went over to where Santa’s sleigh was. There, you took out a dark, edgy, an cool looking, steampunk designed motorcycle, which had some futuristic objects on it like drones did when they fly, just much bigger.

Starting the motor, you started driving into the night, unaware of a person following you. As you drove, you turned on some nice music and enjoyed the cool night air. You had to smile at the memory of Death stuttering about you having to be kept warm and to wear warm clothes. But since you radiated high body heat already, you only used your hoodie, no need for a jacket.

As you noticed the moon, you waved your hands at it, hoping the man on it would see it. “Wish me luck. Happy Halloween. I hope it’s not too cold, Mister.”, you whispered as you smiled sadly.

Thinking about the man on the moon, you got depressed. He probably has nobody around him, always watching the earth, the kids, the dangers, and you guys the whole time, year after year.

He must be cold. Probably not warm, fuzzy blanket, ot even a roof over his head. Does he even eat? what if he has nobody he can share his life with? No partner? No love?

A warm, utterly sad tear ran down your cheek, and you took a shaky breath. “I will visit you, once my spaceship is done. I promise.”, you croaked before more tears ran down your face.

You hated being so emotional, but hey, at least it’s not in front of anyone you know. Also, these thoughts affected your mind everyday ever since North told you about the man on the moon.

Sniffing quietly, you drove a little faster over the clouds, avoiding approaching planes as much as you could.

Jack flew a few hundred feet behind you, and he frowned when the wind echoed your words to the man directed to the moon. your tears came to contact with his hands, because the wind blew the sad water which emerged from your orbs right to the etheral nightsky. Jack looked at the drop with a sorrowful expression, and then to the moon.

He regretted being so unthankful for getting another chance at life. Through the man in the moon, he was able to fight Pitch and win, and meet North, the elves and Yetis, the tooth fairy and her sweet little helpers, Sandy and Bunny.

And of course, you.

You, who always knew what to say whenever somebody needed help, comfort or advice. You, who had his back when Pitch was about to strike his back with his scythe. You, you baked some muffins whenever Jack was depressed over being grounded because he hurt the kids though his shenanigans.

You, who is so nice an-and sweet to everyone, about to have your first christmas in which you are the one designing and making all the toys for the children. You, who always looked out for him when he was away for too long and the scolded him right after.

You, who was such a badass, you helped him land the final strike to pitch after all, before he got chased by his own horses and vanished for good.

You, who is so, so beautiful when you’re not frowning or pouting cutely at him, who, when doing the most mundane things, can make anything look amazing.

Yeah, I think Jack fell in love with you. And no way some emo reaper like Death would be taking you away from him. He couldn’t and wouldn’t allow that.

So, he followed you to your date-No-meet up, yes, just a nice meet up with your friend. Before he could think of a plan, you already reached your destination.

As you were making sure you looked good and pretty enough by fixing your outfit and hair in front of a car window, Jack looked around the area. It was just another neighbourhood, except that there were more teens than children.

Jack thought that teens would also believe in him, but as he relived the nightmare of somebondy just walking through him right now, he felt defeated.

Only children would believe in Jack Frost.

Teenagers don’t.

“Death!”, you called, he scared you by teleporting behind your back and just watching you with hooded eyes as you made yourself ready for him. Jack jumped into a nearby dumpster as to not get caught.

Death had a little smile on his face and took a small bouquet of dried roses from his back. “I got you a little something...”, he mumbled, looking to the side bashfully.

Jack caught a glimpse of the trashy bouquet and heard your shy, happy giggles. “Thanks Death, they’re beautiful.”, you said softly, relishing the way his eyes scanned over your face quickly for any discomfort or dissatisfaction before finding none and allowing himself to smile shyly.

Jack wanted to puke. All that lovely-dovey shit Death pulled made him sick to his cold bones and heart. But, he should’ve thought before he acted-

woops, there he stood, in front of Death.

You stared at Jack in shock, questioning how he even got here. then it dawned to you. As you called his name, he introduced himself to the reaper.

“Jack-”

“Jack Frost is my name. Who’re you.“, he sputtered proudly and cockily, although he had to look up to the giant who stood in front of him.

The cute and shy, romantic Death from 30 seconds ago was long gone, and the stereotypical Death came to light. He put on his mask, covering his face and his eyes glowed red.

“The name’s Death. Also known as the grim- or soul reaper. What brings you here?”, the man standing in front of the guardian asked, his sexy deep voice making you swoon.

But, you didn’t want this to lead to an escalation, so you stepped in. “Yeah Jack, why the hell are you here?”

Jack stood there for a moment before he laughed nervously. “Well, um- uh, N-North wanted me to come look for you, in- in case you might get into trouble! Yep, he wanted me to come look after you-”

“So you were stalking me the whole time?”, you interrupted him with an angry look on your face. Your great ... grandfather may be overprotective of you, but he'd never step in when you were doing something with your friends.

...

North is fond of cupid and your other mystic friends, but Death and his guys...not so much. Sure, Headless, who's carrying his head on his hands is not the best talking partner, considering that you have to talk to him while looking at his decaptivated head in his hands, and not where a head should normally be located in.

missy-ghost (my OC) is weird around the edges, yes, but once North would meet her how she normally is, and not her being on the most respectful level with him because 1. he is santa and her favourite person in the whole world, 2. because he is related to you, and Missy-Ghost is just so infuriated with you being her best friend it's...scary. But, despite being able to walk through walls and making herself invisible, she respects every single of your boundaries. Maybe because she's had a little crush on you, but you're more like an older sister to her, so that phase quickly vanished. And maybe North is still recovering from seeing her eat cookies with toothpaste and beans. Well, everyone's kind of weird in the head, right?

Of course, Death has many other friends, but he himself is who your great-something-grandfather wants to protect you from. Death, who is so whipped for you it's crazy. And North knows that Death has fallen for you, so he can only hope that you didn't fall for the "bad guy" either.

You don't know that every little present you gave the reaper, whether it'd be a christmas-, easter-, or birthday gift- heck, even a small note which said 'baby shark doo doo doo ', (even when he grew annoyed of that song), he'd keep it.

You have no idea how many times your crush has beaten himself up for not being able to text you back like a normal person, only replying with 'cool', or for thinking that he didn't look good enough for you, or for thinking if he'd ever have a chance with you.

I mean, look at you, and then look at him:

You, Eva Moroz, who is about to have her first, and very own christmas, and has already toys for nearly the whole globe.

You, Eva, who is riding on a sick, cool motorcycle, driving out in the night sky and looking hella awesome.

You, who is amazing with kids, making them new toys out of scratch whenever they ask for it.

You, who has come into his life so fucking easily, that he doesn't even dare to imagine what it was before or what it would've been without you. Sure, he might've caught a crush on this person or the other, but he believes that he'd never feel anything like you giving him even a grain of your attention to be an expierence of a lifetime like he'd do with other people.

You, who is so nice and sweet, always willing to help his stupid car, of which he thinks likes you more than him, even though it can't be helped. It's you who we're talking about!!!

You, who looks so hot no matter what, but when it came to going to the beach with the other guys and Death would see you in your swimming outfit, which hugged your figure nicely and let the world see some of your many tattoos, he'd always have to excuse himself to take care of something, his guy friends snickering at his quick retreat.

Or when you'd touch his cold hand one night. Of course, it was an accident, you and him were never meant to brush hands, it just happened- and then you felt a chill run up your arm, starting from where your and his hands came into contact. "What the fuck, Death?!", you'd yelled, scaring the flustered boy next to you. Death thought that you hated him when you yelled and wanted to apologize for touching your hand, even though it was a fucking accident you fucking dipshit- "The fuck are your hands so cold!? Ad dai mnye!", you called, grabbing the hand next to you and stuffing his cold ass hand into your hot pocket, your lava-warm hand included, interlacing your fingers with his. Death's mouth was open, apology ready to shoot, but not neccesary, as he felt his enveloped hand get warmer by the minute. He only looked to the side, hiding his blush which you couldn't see anyways because of the mask he wore. "Thanks..", was all he mustered up that day.

And you, who has no idea how much he's smitten for you. and it's a surprise that you haven't even caught up on it yet...

And now, let's look at him.

Sure, he's got a great built over the years or kiiling of rebellous souls, fighting for another chance at life with the surprising lot of power they had. He also started training because of you but you didn't need to know.

Death felt more alive the more you two got into contact, and well, he fell for you.

Death had a deep, calm voice, but it could break easily around you.

Death never thought of himself as a romanticist, thinking that he'd end up alone or becoming a man whore. But because of you, he stayed a virgin, ignoring the many women that reached out to him whenever he wanted to bring you a gift in his human disguise.

Death, who tried to cook your favourite food and halfway did it, but you had ot give him 5/10 because it didn't look that appetizing and it tasted rather boring. But, it wasn't so bad when you offered to help him cook it and it either ended with you two on the ground ringing for air and the whole kitchen becoming dirty or you two brushing against each other subtly, with longing touches and lots of eye contact.

Death, who wrote you many poems and delarations of love in different languages, forms of paper, in gifts, as a riddle and other things imaginable, but never showed any of that to you, because he thought that you'd think of him as a simp.

Death, who's dying to tell you everythinkg about the lord of the seven rings and star wars like the huge nerd he is but he still fears that you wouldn't like smartasses.

Death, who fantazises about you in the most unholy hours of the night and day, of you stepping on him, calling him names, choking him, pulling his hair, having him on a leash, but under the condition of him being inside you.

Death, who is so fucking submissive around you that he can't help but whimper quietly when you're even in the same room as him, or who does what you've asked for in lightening speed, only for his praise kink to go brrrrrrr when you thank him and call him "my good boy". A bold-very bold- move of you, but when it works...

So, all in all, Death would be the biggest, nerdiest, submissive loser, and he'd be your loser <3

...

But still,

somehow,

(Because I said so,)

you two were still not fucking together.

And why?

Jack.

...

I'm so sorry for stopping mid-story, because I had no idea on how to move on, so uh, yeah.

I hope that you guys would still like another part, even when It's going to be super late again...

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team-mythic-beasts · 19 days

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Hetaveyond 1795: Memories in Frost- Synne (Nyo!Norway as Iya Tiki)

Levi’s Aveyond 2 x Hetalia mod is still up, but I don’t feel like using her cast anymore - too many overlaps with her Aveyond 4 roster. (I know the AV2 mod came first but the boys are just too iconic, y’know…)

So while Lukey is still on break, here is the story of Synne, heroine of Hetaveyond 1795: Memories in Frost, as well as her predecessors.

💔 Sunniva Lillefugl, the Forgotten Girl (1779-1795)

Sunniva was born into a family of singers, yet she couldn’t seem to pass her village’s annual singing exam, even after five tries. Her neighbors mocked her. Her guardians abused her. Even her little sister Emy, who passed on her first try, laughed at her.

The only elves in the entirety of Valer who never joined in the bullying? Her childhood friend, Mathilde “Mette” Ietrai, and her cousin(s?), Siv (and Kristan?) Ryeva. Ever since her first attempt, they had been the ones encouraging her, telling her to never give up on her dreams. But it had been four more years and four more unsuccessful tries… even she was not sure whether they truly mean well, or they’re just clinging on to false hope, as she had been.

The day after her fifth and final try, Sunniva locked herself away in her bedroom, far from all the mocking and insults. The same night, she would vanish completely, leaving behind snow on an island that had only seen sunlight and green... strange.

❄️ Eva, the Frost Princess (1795)

The Snow Queen of Bylemisto, Yekaterina, adopted a fair maiden from the land of the elves. Eva was her name, and sixteen was her age. Besides her perfect looks, she is dignified and loyal towards her mother - a proper example for all good Bylemistans to follow.

On the day of Eva’s presentation, men pushed against each other for one good glance of the princess. Women, both married and single, wept in envy of her beauty. Children talked about her beautiful dress and floral headpiece. Even in another life, she remained the center of attention - except this time, she was loving it.

But as much is Eva loved by her people, nothing the Frost Princess did or said could touch her mother’s frozen heart. When Mathilde revealed to her the true reason the Snow Queen kept her, she ran away from the palace, leaving behind in her room two unconscious guards.

🎶 Synne, the Melodic Sorceress (1795-present)

Diadema was surprised to learn that such a rare branch of sorcery, which was long thought to have been lost… survives within a child from a secluded elven settlement. Completely reliant on her voice to cast spells, she has no need of a physical medium, like an orb staff. In olden times, sorcerers like her were called Songbirds. They are known to learn through sensory experience, notably by memorizing tunes played by exclusive artifacts known as Melody Pearls.

The Prophet has no clue why Photia would choose this elf—one from a land far away from human civilization, no less—to become mankind’s next hero. Well, it doesn’t really matter, for her only job was to help her through this strange journey. The Pearl of Nature she gave the chosen girl, and she tasked the elven pair with two simple missions - to seek the blessings of her daughters, the Six Nymphs of Virtue, and to unite the two largest nations of Celinia, Einlon and Aimore, against Bylemisto.

But what shall she call herself now? She rejects the name Sunniva, for it belonged to a disgraced village girl who died in her sleep. She could not call herself Eva, for the Prince of Einlon has an enemy by that name. So, after a moment of consideration, the girl decided from that point on, she would be referred to as simply… Synne. (Pronounced SIN-nuh)

[BONUS] Synne’s Final Outfit: Designed by Erika, Nymph of Hope

By collecting several blessings and becoming a full-fledged Songbird, Synne has demonstrated great courage and diligence. To reward her, Erika gathered her people to make the elf a new dress.

“If you’re going to defeat someone as big and strong as the Snow Queen, you better do it… with style!”

Oh, this is also what she’s wearing to future appearances on this blog, by the way.

— Makoto S.

#hetaveyond #aveyond x hetalia #hetaveyond 1795 #hetaveyond memories in frost #not tmb #mif synne #frost princess eva #sunniva lillefugl #yekaterina the noble #hetaveyond yekaterina #mif snow queen #seriously synne’s birth family needs to be investigated #not that the snow queen was good either but she didn’t encourage BULLYING of her OWN KID #btw lukey has no idea synne is his cousin #his unofficial NIECE too since yekaterina is his sister O_O #but idk if synne still recognizes her as her mother

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