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bonesandchalamet · 5 months

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snow melts — Coriolanus snow

masterlist | pairing: Coriolanus snow x reader

summary: Coriolanus likes to keep people at arm distance, but what does it look like when he lets someone in?

warnings: kinda fluffy(?) + BOOK SPOILER OF TBOSAS

a/n: I’m unsure if the one thing I spoiled from the book is in the movie.. if it is someone let me know! I must’ve missed it

the capitol is in walking distance. all you have to do is cross the traffic circle, pray you don’t get hit, and enter the warm building. you can see it now, you can feel the precipitation building up against your skin under the thick layers— honk!

a curse falls out of your lips. too busy daydreaming about the warm welcoming breeze of the capitol, you failed to notice the cars that’s tires crunch under the snow and spread slush around your thick boots.

days like these were meant to sit inside your warm apartment and sip hot tea. they weren’t meant for you to cross in inches deep of snow and bore yourself with lectures and reading.

but there’s one person who might make things worth it. if he’s there. you’d imagine a snow would love this weather, to watch the heavy flakes cover the capitol and dance around making peoples lives miserable, Coriolanus was a lot like snow. a bit evil, a bit cold, but at the right temperature you could melt him into mush.

the traffic clears, and finally, you can sprint across to make your way to class. it had taken far too long for you to cross to the capitol, with traffic, ice, and snow, but once you make it inside you don’t regret coming.

“gosh you look awful.” festus’s comment earns a low growl to escape your lips, it’s hard to ignore him, but coriolanus does so easily, and helps remove your layers.

“how’d you beat me here?” you ask, he’s folding your coat against his arms and flattening your static hat hair. typically, Coriolanus was on time, he’s never early, but today he must’ve had a meeting with clemnesia, or possibly sejanus, that sent him into the unplowed roads and blustery wind.

you can’t imagine how cold he must’ve been. it’s his worst kept secret with you. Tigris had made him a wool coat, but he’d been to embarrassed to wear it, and he refused a coat from your families closet. this then results in him walking in brutal conditions with nothing but his school uniform on.

“meeting with dean highbottom.” its his turn to growl. the two weren’t fond of each other, but with Coriolanus being a student, and a man with scarce amount of money, coriolanus was in no position to make enemies in the capitol. so, he did what any student would do, suck up to the dean in hopes that’ll erase all the problems.

“is it about your demerit?” you whisper the words quietly enough that not another soul could hear you. Coriolanus hadn’t told his grandmother, but only you and sejanus knew of such record.

Coriolanus rolls his eyes muttering a yes, before guiding you through the mass crowds of students into the lecture hall. feeling his hand on your back sends a wave of electricity through your body. you loved his hands on you, in anyway possible, but Coriolanus was a love starved man. it was never easy to get him to show affection.

“I should thank Tigris.”

coriolanus’ eyebrows nearly string together when you turn to look at him, “well you’re not good with showing your affection, I know she has to do with this.” you chuckle a thank you, taking your things from him and watch him march across the lecture hall to his side of the room.

Coriolanus was as cold as snow sometimes, but with you? he was always melting.

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k0juki · 2 months

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Bodyguard!Kimi Räikkönen x fem!reader

But gn!reader is alright too!

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mean people, maybe mean and overprotective Kimi but everything is fluff

Fem!Reader who may look mean and spoiled brat to people, but Bodyguard!Kimi knows better, he's the only one who knows how kind and beautiful human being you are.

"It's alright Lumihiutale, you don't have to care about what they think, you should only care about yourself, that's what matters, nothing else."

Bodyguard!Kimi who isn't big fan of PDA in front of people, but when you guys are alone together, he's all over you-not letting you go anywhere. "Kimi, I need to go to toilet..." you whined and tried to wiggle from his grip. "Okay, what about it..?" His hold on you only getting stronger, holding you against his chest and not wanting to let go, refusing, but afterwards letting you.

Fem!Reader who say's giggling "you're blushing" and Bodyguard!Kimi who say's "What? No I'm not..." his neck, ears and face is red as tomato, he's obviously lying. Refusing to let you be right.

Bodyguard!Kimi who can't stop teasing you when you are tipsy/drunk.

"Stop it, you're being mean" you turned to look at him, hair falling on left side of your face, trying not to laugh, but failing miserably in the process. "I'm not doing anything love, you're just drunk". He would whisper, lifting his hand to tuck piece of your hair behind your ear "let's just go home, yeah? I think you had enough alcohol for today. "

Bodyguard!Kimi who is mean to everyone but you. (cliché i know) He just look at them and gives them his famous ice cold stare. His nickname Ice Man would be accurate.

When you are in crowded place, he's always and I mean always right behind or beside you no matter what. His hand, firmly but gently guiding you thru and not letting go. And lord forgive anyone who accidentally or not bump into you...you literally have to hold Kimi back before he bump into someone back...and it won't be an accident.

Bodyguard!Kimi who's holding eye contact with you no matter what. The look is so intense that you've to look away, bitting lip and stop thinking about what's going to happen later that night.🤭

Live, laugh, love Kimi🩵

Lumihiutale = snow flake (Google translate) sorry

Gonna write NSFW headcanons next🙏

English is not my first language so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors!

Pictures are not mine! Credit goes to owners!

DO NOT COPY OR TRANSLATE MY WORK!

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andkisses · 3 months

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♡ cold weather care | enha ♡

ot7!enha headcanon: cold weather activities with you <3

♡ ot7 x gn!reader | wc. 857 ♡ genres/tropes: fluff, he’s so down bad and tbh u are too ♡ mentions of/warnings: none ♡ a/n: little something for every member <3 jungwon’s and heeseung’s first and the rest below the cut ^^ inspired by the complete freezing and miserable weather im having <33 minimally proofread lol

♡ masterlist ♡

✧･ﾟ: * jungwon - cuddles and naps

the thermometer is far too low to even think of going outside, even if the snow outside is enticing and beautiful. instead, jungwon brings all the pillows and blankets he can find out to the couch, where after moment of nearly being engulfed by said pillows and blankets, the two of you nestle down into a cacoon of warmth. you snuggle against jungwon’s chest, one of his arms wrapped around you and holding you close. the two of you mindless stroll through netflix, looking for something awful and cheesy to watch. you kiss the bottom of his jaw and relish the way he smiles, cheek crushing into his shoulder. he wouldn’t want anything else.

✧･ﾟ: * heeseung - first snow kiss

you both stay up late, peeking behind the blinds to look through the streets lights in hopes of catching the first few flakes. it isn’t until much past midnight, when you’re eyes are heavy and there’s no more games to play. one of you takes one last look outside, and the other starts throwing over coats and hats and scarfs and gloves. suddenly you’re outside, watching the fluffy white flakes fall down towards you. heeseung watches you, chest heavy with something good and romantic. he’s happy this is his life, happy you’re the one he gets to kiss delicately under a snowy night sky, lips soft and warm and smiley just for him.

✧･ﾟ: * jay - pillow forts

perhaps the both of you have taken this too seriously, but who’s to say when such an amazing pillow fort now graces the living room floor? sheets pitched like a tent with chairs from the dining table. you turned the floor into a menagerie of blankets, soft and fluffy while jay brought a carefully curated plate of snacks. you elect to catch up on the latest drama, the one that fell off because of work. as the snow pours down in white ribbons outside, you curl into jay’s side, savoring his warmth against your own. jay does the same, closing his eyes to place a kiss atop the crown of your head. how did he get so lucky?

✧･ﾟ: * jake - nighttime errands

you’re still chilly as you methodically look through the movies at your local library, trying to find something interesting and new. eventually, you grab something with a flashy cover. you check it out and prepare yourself before rushing out into the cold where jake waits. ever the gentleman, once he sees you on the way, he opens the passenger side door for you. when he asks what you picked, you tell him it’s a surprise. you laugh at his dramatic pout before leaning over the center console to press a kiss to his cool cheek. when you lean back, you can’t help but blush at his lovesick smile. you can’t contain your giggles, either, when he leans over, cupping your cheeks, and plants kisses rapid fire all over your face. you’re his favorite.

✧･ﾟ: * sunghoon - snowball fight

it begins outside, something innocent and wholesome as you and sunghoon step out to admire the snow. it coats everything in a thick blanket of white, and with one touch you realize it’s the perfect snow for make snowmen, or snow angels, or–you whip around in response to the cold hit to your back. sunghoon stands, hands in his pocket and gaze anywhere but you, acting like nothing happened. your shock quickly wears off as you ball up snow with your bare hands, hurtling it towards your unsuspecting boyfriend. it’s a short war that ends with both of you slipping and laughing at each other, noses red with cold. he’s never thought you looked more beautiful than right now.

✧･ﾟ: * sunoo - snow angels

always one for fun competition, and because he loves to see the determination on your face, sunoo bets he can create the best snow angel ever. it’s a few minutes of walking around the park by your apartment, bundled up but already feeling the bite at your nose. after, your snow angels so close their wings nearly touch, you and sunoo take time to judge. you fake gag when he calls you his snow angel. your laughter is very much real when sunoo tackles you backwards. he’s only half kidding when he says you’re a snow angel. with a laugh like that, there’s no way you aren’t heavensent.

✧･ﾟ: * niki - baking treats

they say that baking is an exact science, but you and niki have proven that might be a fallacy. the inexact amounts of sugar, salt, and vanilla you’ve added to these cookies would make a purist cry, but as you sit on the floor side by side, watching the cookies slowly rise in the oven, you have a feeling it will work. and when you taste the cookies after they’ve cooled, you share a peculiar look. they aren’t good like a bakery, but they’re still pretty tasty. as you start researching easy icing recipes, brows knit in concentration, the feeling in niki’s chest tells he’s never eaten anything better. and he wouldn’t want to share these kinds of adventures with anyone else.

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number-onekidqueen · 23 days

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𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

I don’t think you guys understand how much I love this song. So here’s some fluff, which you guys wanted most in that little poll.

It was the first time you’d ever seen snow.

As the final conch horn echoed throughout camp and activities ceased, you’d exchanged the friendship bracelet you’d been making with Luke, giggling at the messy pattern he’d made.

You’d only known each other for a little while, but already you could tell that arts and crafts were not his strong points.

“Whatever,” he was grumbling, although he was also grinning as the two of you ambled out of the craft cabin. “Woah.”

You felt it then, the cold flakes fluttering on your skin, causing hairs to raise all over you. The pair of you stood, shivering and in awe as you faced towards Olympus, watching as the white flurries swirled down through the grey sky.

“Let’s go,” he urged you, throwing a jacket on, “this barely ever happens they say. We’ve gotta savour it while we can.”

“I-I haven’t got a coat with me,” you pointed out awkwardly, cursing yourself for not noticing the cold temperatures beforehand.

“Oh,” and he immediately ripped his coat off and placed it on your shoulders before you could protest. “C’mon, I’ll walk you to your cabin for your coat and then we can have some fun.”

Slipping and sliding through the snow you went, reaching your cabin in no time. Already the snow had grown thick, and you took advantage of this, making wonky snow angels and pelting snow balls at each other. This fun and mania continued until others joined and it became so violent and competitive, Chiron had to intervene.

To appease everyone, however, he promised a night of camping on the beach in tents. You remembered how you’d stayed up so late that night, talking and talking and talking. You never got sick of it, and in the close and fun atmosphere, it was so nice to have a friend.

The pink sky was so spacious and beautiful from up here. It was many a night you’d ascended up onto the Hermes cabin roof, but you didn’t think it had ever been so scenic.

You hoped your dad was giving a fantastic sky show to Luke after all the shit he’d been through.

“You guys have gotta get dow-“

“We’re literally counsellors too! Go away!” You screamed at the pesky Demeter counsellor, glaring at him until he left you in peace. Couldn’t he take a hint? Couldn’t you guys be left in peace for a fraction of a second?! It wasn’t like you guys had a curfew anyway.

To break the tense silence, you decided to play twenty questions. It was a tradition of yours, and you couldn’t exactly remember when you first played it, just that it was a game you played often. You hoped it would cheer Luke up from the miserable place he had been since he returned to camp from his quest.

“What was…. The goofiest thing you saw on your quest?” You asked, smiling.

He grinned weakly, seeming to rack his brain as he gazed at the sunset. “Um, oh! Probably this guy we saw on the bus. He had these maroon gloves, and uh, a completely orange jumpsuit thing and all he did the whole trip was eat celery.”

“What? No way.” You said in disbelief, shaking your head.

“No, he was insane, just like crunching away at these sticks of celery for about an hour, I swear.”

You continued like this for a while, asking silly questions and snickering until your stomachs ached. But the deeper questions came too.

“Do you still have nightmares?” You were scared to ask this question, scared that it overstepped. Sure, you were best friends and you’d talked about these deep, close and personal things many times before, but Luke had changed when he came back. He was more sensitive, more traumatised. He hadn’t cracked with you, but he had with Chris, and that was still saying something. You didn’t want to fracture the shaky relationship you’d fought to rebuild.

“Yeah,” he replied, and you drew closer as he let out a shaky exhale, “they keep coming, and I just can’t get away from them.”

“What’s in them?”

“It starts off pretty normal. I’m usually with you somewhere and we’re doing something for camp. And then-then this gap opens beneath your feet- and you fall, and, and you’re screaming the whole way down. And then this evil, dark voice comes out and sometimes I can hear it, but usually it just mutters all these weird phrases I can’t understand.”

“What does it tell you when you can hear?” You were both curious and concerned.

“It’s weird. That if I follow it, it can show me a world where no one I care about gets hurt, and I can protect them all. Sometimes, I get these glimpses of this warm, golden place and everyone’s happy and safe. But then I’m just scared again.”

There was a brief silence, allowing both of you to mull over the words just spoken.

“My go,” and his eyes were soft when he faced you, “Apollo been answering your prayers?”

You shook your head, blinking back the tears in your eyes at the thought. Of course he knew. He was Luke Castellan.

“I thought so. You deserve so much better than him.”

“Yeah, well, he’s a god, right?” You said weakly, brushing tears, “bad parenting is part of their jam.”

You fought the tears that continued to build, thinking of a way to change the subject. “This questioning is getting so depressing, geez.”

“Well, it’s your go. You lighten the mood.” He offered, leaning back on his elbows.

“Ok. I can’t think of anymore! Uhh, on a scale of 1 to 10 how important am I to you?” You joked, covering your mouth as you chuckled quietly.

He wasn’t laughing back though. In fact, his face was earnest.

“10.” He replied softly, and his hand reached forward and brushed yours.

And you treasured that evening in your memory. It was so nice to have a friend.

The clanging of bells signified both your successes as you’d reached the adult years of life. Even at 25, you and Luke were lucky to be alive.

You both didn’t want to waste anymore time.

Laughter erupted from you, as he scooped you into his arms, carrying you away from Big House and the cacophony of ricocheting metal courtesy of the Hephaestus and Hecate cabins, and the grass strewn with snow flake like rice grains.

You’d had the celebration at camp, but you were planning to drive back to your home - a new apartment in New York.

And here you were. Humming along to the high notes of a nostalgic song on your playlist, waiting for Luke to come back with his take out, and drumming your fingers on your cream skirt. Despite the fact that he’d stuffed his face with entrees that Demeter kids had lovingly and tediously created back at camp, he was still starving by the time you’d spent a while on the road. Truth be told, you were too, but given the fact you were still in your wedding dress, you didn’t want to risk any stains.

The loud and cheery tune of your ringtone distracted you from your thoughts, and after a bit of scrambling, you picked up, noticing it was Luke.

“Luke, babe, I swear I gave you the credit card, it isn’t in here.”

“Uh, ouch, no there’s no problem with that,” he explained, chuckling. “That creamy sauce is still your favourite, right? With wings?”

“Yeah?” you said, confused. “But I’m not hungry remember? Just buy food for yourself, and get outta there before we hit peak hour traffic.”

“Oh yeah, I just noticed it’s a few cents cheaper than normal sauce.” You could hear him munching softly now, so you assumed he was on his way out. Thank the gods.

“Ok?? And you seriously called me for that?” You asked, more amused now, but still very confused.

“Ooh, you’re right, I better watch my step, any more communication and my wife will divorce me.” He teased.

You sputtered a bit at wife, trying not to choke. You still weren’t used to it. You didn’t think you ever would be.

“I know you’re blushing in there.” He called over the phone, except now you could see him exiting the store, boxes piled in his arms.

“Whatever,” you mumbled, hanging up and trying to calm your burning cheeks.

When he entered the car, the sucker still had that grin on his face as he passed you a box of wings and a little tub of your favourite sauce.

“Huh?” You asked him, a smile spreading.

“Y/n, I think even Mr D. has enough intuition skills to know you were craving some wings. Let’s eat.”

And you beamed at him, because of course your Luke knew when you desperately wanted food and would go and procure it for you.

The car trip was a lot shorter when the both of you were licking your fingers and passionately singing your favourite songs off-key. It seemed only moments had passed before you were turning into the parking lot underneath your apartment, stacking any box you could carry in your arms, and sandwiching bags between each limb.

Thankfully, the elevator wasn’t broken, and you were able to take that up to the three floors it took to reach your apartment. Outside the door was your landlord, a steaming coffee mug in one hand and a set of keys in the other.

You bit your lip anxiously as he scanned his eyes over you, his lips twisting in amusement at your dress.

“Nice outfit,” he sniped, taking a sip of the hot black liquid.

“I certainly thought so.” Luke chimed in, taking the keys from the man and unlocking the door. He led you in by the shoulder. “She looks beautiful, just like always.”

And then the door was shut, and you were bent over giggling quietly, casting grateful looks at him while Luke side-eyed the door.

You’d barely been a moment in your new place, but it already felt like home with him. As you personalised the place further and more and more of your belongings from camp hung on the walls, lay on the floor and were tucked into corners, a sense of belonging crept into your heart. You loved this place. You loved Luke.

Walking swiftly into the bedroom, you collapsed onto the mattress he was setting up, tugging him down with you.

He groaned happily, as you carded your fingers through his hair.

“Let’s just lie here for a while and not do anymore unpacking,” you whispered to him breathily, as you settled into his side.

“Mmmm, not a while. How about the whole weekend?” He mumbled, as his arms snaked around you, pulling you in closer.

And in the warmth of that bed it was the same comfortable feeling you’d felt with him all those times before.

It was nice to have a friend lover.

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cowboydisaster · 4 months

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Allo, Love! This is a prompt for your Christmas countdown. I’m thinking a snowball fight is needed. It can involve the whole gang at some point or just reader and Arthur. Maybe Arthur is grumpy cat and reader pelts him with a snowball and then another one, testing his patience until they end up wrestling in the snow. Then they end up getting a cold and are sick for Christmas. Hosea has to look after them both as they sit miserably by the fire.

Just a thought, no pressure.

🎄❤️

* ˚ ✦ Snowfall * ˚ ✦

pairing: arthur morgan x f!reader word count: 1k a/n: sorry that this was late, i was so tired after work last night lol. Thank you for the lovely prompt, it is so cute!!

cowboydisaster's christmas countdown: SIX days 'till christmas!

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“You see any movement?” Arthur asks, eyes flush against a pair of binoculars, scouting the white hills below for some game to bring back to camp. He's intensely focused, in predator mode as his eyes stalk over the valley in search of prey. He continues following the planes of the hills, seeing only small game. It’s been a tough winter, but you seem to be out of the thick of it by now.

It's a cold day. The ground is covered with a heavy layer of snow, and thick, ornate snowflakes trickle down from the overcast sky, dusting everything in white. The snow makes it easier to spot any tracks, as long as fresh snow doesn't fall on top of them.

“Darlin’?” Arthur asks when you don't respond, eyes never leaving the hills. He sighs, a bit annoyed. You've been very little help on this trip.

His eyebrows furrow, and the binoculars are brought down from his eyes as he begins to turn toward where you were standing just moments ago.

“Where'd you-”

Cold, soft snow pelts him directly in the face, splattering across his nose and eyes. Arthur jerks back with shock, wiping the snow away with his arm, as a harmony of giggles surrounds him.

His eyes meet yours, polar opposite expressions staring back at each other. You're smiling ear to ear, giggling at Arthur's deep set scowl. He grunts and sighs grumpily as he wipes the snow away from his face. The white mare at your side tosses her head in amusement, whinnying lightly as if she’s mocking him with you.

“Really?” Arthur grunts, shaking his head, grumbling, “A goddamn snowball? I'm tryin’ to hunt. Clear as the damn day that you ain't interested in helpin’ out, so if you could kindly knock the horseplay off, I'd appreciate it.”

Arthur shakes his head, turning back around, quietly mumbling, “Jesus.” to himself at your behavior. He resumes the search, locating the spot down below where he had planted bait.

Another snowball pelts Arthur, this time right in the back of the head.

“For chrissakes, quit that, would ya?” Arthur tries to maintain his authority, because he knows that as soon as he cracks a smile, this hunting trip is over. But he can't help it as his frown breaks into a small huff of air, a little laugh escaping from his lips.

You catch the little act, smirking. He's right where you want him now. Before he can even react, you grab another snowball from your hidden stash and whip it at him, hitting him square in the chest.

Arthur looks down at the white circle of snow on his chest, painting your perfect shot.

“Alright, that's it.” Arthur says matter of factly, wiping his hands together before marching towards you through the snow. You laugh, grabbing your pile of snowballs. You're not quick enough to defend yourself, screaming out as he scoops up a pile of snow, balling it up and throwing it right at you. The snowball explodes into flakes of ice upon contact with your arm.

“Arthur!” You laugh, eyes going wide as you see him coming towards you.

As quick as you can, you throw a snowball, but he dodges it quickly. You gasp as he runs forward and pulls you towards the ground with him. The impact is soft of course, blankets of snow to protect you from the harsh ground. Your laughs ring out, and two curious noses sniff the ground above you, making sure you're okay. Jasper and Sugar conclude that everything is alright and then they trot off together, stopping to bump noses and groom each other.

“Reckon they’re sweeter on each other than even us.” You smirk, your eyes following the horses until they trail back to Arthur’s. His blue eyes bore into your own, overflowing with adoration.

Arthur doesn’t reply as he pins your hands above your head. His cold nose lines against yours, lips just centimeters from your own.

“Quit. hittin. me. with. snowballs.” Arthur enunciates every word, beautiful blue eyes staring right into yours, waiting for your promise. You hum, thinking it over, but then your eyes flicker down to his lips, mind becoming aware of the position he has you in.

“Hmm.” You squint, leaning up, brushing your lips against his, “Sorry, Mr. Morgan. Afraid I can't do that. It's too funny.” You smile. He sighs.

“You're a heap of trouble, y'know that?” Arthur sighs.

“I like to keep you on your toes.” You whisper, finally bridging the gap between you two. His hands tighten around your wrists, lips pressing together slowly until you deepen the kiss. Arthur hums against your lips, and you wrap your legs around his waist.

The snow seeps into your coat, but you care none. Snowflakes fall upon you both, dusting you in beautiful sparkling white.

– – –

“Children! Goddamn children, gettin’ yourselves sick as you did.” Hosea ushers you and Arthur towards the fire, sighing loudly as he wraps you in a blanket and hands you steaming cups of coffee.

You had started a cough on Christmas Eve, and Arthur had followed shortly after. Now, on Christmas day, Hosea has been assigned the task of taking care of you pair of fools.

“Thanks Hosea.” You say sheepishly, voice hoarse and cheeks pink.

“Won’t happen again.” Arthur grumbles, eyes cast down.

You and Arthur share a knowing glance.

“Soon as I’m back in commission, it’s on.” You whisper to Arthur, scooping up a little ball of snow from the log you sit on, balling it in your frozen hands.

“Dear girl, I heard that!” Hosea calls from across the fire where he crushes herbs for you both.

Arthur places his hand on your thigh, pulling you closer to him, wrapping you tighter in your blanket. Sitting next to Arthur warms you right up, especially as he pulls you into his side, arms wrapped around you.

“I reckon all we can do now is get better, sweetheart.” Arthur murmurs, pressing a kiss to your hair.

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sweetracha · 5 months

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No thoughts only building snowmen with felix and then him getting grumpy bc yours looks cuter

Do you Wanna Build a Snowman?

"Lixie come on! You're going to catch a cold" you said as you rounded the corner in your new home.

"It'll all melt away! Hurry" Felix sounded like a little child worried about his double chocolate cookie crunch extreme scoop of ice cream.

Who could blame him though? Felix couldn't remember the last time he had seen snow. You mentioned how badly the streets would thick over with ice and be packed with white as far as the eye could see. To Felix, this could never be a bad thing. How could it be?

You ran through a mental checklist, ensuring you were both ready for the cold about to hit you. Sure, you were used to it by now but somedays the winter bites back. Felix on the other hand was ready to run out blind to his death, the Aussie would never survive without you.

Thick socks? Check.

Warm boots? Check.

Pants with leggings underneath? Double-check

Long sleeves? Check

Coats? Check and a matching check as Felix insisted you two had to have a matching set.

Gloves? Check much to Felix's complaining

And finally, a hat to keep your head warm? Check!

When you opened the front door, Felix dashed out with excitement. You couldn’t help but laugh a bit at the pure joy on his face. He found the thickest pile of snow in the middle of your yard, where your garden used to be, and fell to his knees. You should have guessed the gloves would have been long forgotten by now as he feels the snow melt on his bare skin. There was no way to sneak up beside him as the unmistaken crunch of packed snow sounded from under your feet. You crouched next to him and took in all his beauty. It was his first life, wasn’t it?

“Lixie baby?” You asked softly, not wanting to disturb his fun. All you got back was a simple hum to acknowledge he was listening. “Do you want to build a snowman?” You thought he was about to die from how quickly he lit up.

“Yes! We could make a cute snow couple!” His mind went running with ideas.

“Pixie, have you ever built a snowman?”

“No but how hard could it be? Animal crossing taught me everything I need to know.”

Oh how wrong he was. Felix quickly realized he had put too much confidence in his ability to build a snow person. It wasn’t meant to be a competition but he decided himself to make it one. Then he looked over at yours, almost finished while he was barely started.

Yours was perfectly round and white.

His was lumpy and had random mud stains all over.

Yours was perfectly proportional.

His head always ended up being bigger than the middle.

Yours had arms specifically grown by Mother Nature herself.

His looked as if a dog dragged them in.

Even the face on your snowman looked perfect! Brown buttons you stole out of the craft drawer, a little carrot nose from the fridge, little pebbles curved up into the biggest smile. You even broke off tiny flakes of bark to make the freckles on your snowman!

Wait…freckles…on a snowman? Brown buttons, a big smile, a blue scarf, a matching hat, Felix’s missing gloves, and freckles.

“Y/n!” He didn’t know what to say so he decided to scream your name to get your attention. However, that backfired miserably as you fell straight on your butt onto the cold ground.

“Felix!” You yelled back. He ran as fast as he could to save you.

“I’m sorry…I just..your snowman…he is…”

“He is you!” Felix swore the smile you shared could have cleared the skies. “Do you like him?”

“I LOVE HIM!!!” He got up close and personal to inspect every little detail. “How?”

“I’ve had some practice” He fell for your giggle every time.

“Mine looks so…sad” Just then the oversized head rolled off and smashed into pieces.

“Maybe I can help you? I bet we could make him a real find!” Felix liked this idea much more than the competition he was participating in.

“Gotta make Snowlix the perfect man!” Felix stated as if it was an indisputable fact.

“So snowbin, got it”

The Sweetest Batch: @goblinracha @kaciidubs @channieandhisgoonsquad @comet-falls @ddyskz @jiminskies @j-onedrabbles @lixiesweetbrownie @marrivmel @caitlyn98s

#stray kids #skz #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #lee felix #felix fluff #lee felix x reader

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thelittleliars · 3 months

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Darkness

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: Depression, suicidal thoughts

Words: 902

A/N: I wrote this for my OWN comfort. Depression sucks and I know no matter what I'll always have to live with my it for the rest of my life. This all is just wishful thinking, the way I'd want it to go away even tho it never will. Pls don't see this as me romanticizing depression or any other mental health issues/disorder.

The dark days always hit you hard. The darkness crept upon you as if you hadn't seen the signs but you had seen them. You just couldn't do anything to stop it so you stopped wasting your energy on that and let it happen. Though during the days you always hoped for the next day to be better. It never was. At night all the Demons & Monsters were lying next to you in bed wide awake thinking about all the things you couldn't change.

Mornings were incredibly hard for you as you could never seem to get up and often question if you still got the guts to keep waking up. When you did get up and were among people in public you hid every part of yourself so no one would see how close to the ledge you were about to jump off from.

A bunch of times followed where you were close to simply get hit by a bus or leaning too far over the railing of a skyscraper. It never happened, it made you even more miserable and at some point it seemed as if even death didn't want you.

You sat once again on a bench at the Central Park consumed by thinking shallow thoughts that kept you somehow still afloat. Friends were long abandoned, you hadn't reached out in days if not weeks. You couldn't bring yourself to care them, not if this darkness robbed you of ever little strength you had left, you also had no mental capacity for yet another living creature.

Someone had sat down next to you as you were digging yourself your mental grave, you did not notice them, at least not until you felt the first snow flakes falling against your skin. It was Natasha Romanoff, your supposed 'home'. Only supposed home since you didn't feel the feeling of home for a long time now. You had once pushed her away from you. It was something you regretted but never made an attempt to make up for.

"Sharon called me." She started which not explaining further since she knew that you'd know exactly the reason why. "Shit sounded bad so I tracked you down. Was surprised at how good you became at disappearing." You did not utter a single word. Natasha knew you wouldn't answer, most times when it all got too much you turned semi verbal or even nonverbal. "Let's get you to your apartment?" She stood up and held her hand out for your to take. You didn't want to go, sitting there in the cold gave you a sense of comfort that you longed for. "We can watch a movie or simply lie in bed while staring at the stars we hung up on your ceiling." You were hesitant with putting your hand in hers since the lump in your chest felt only heavier. You dreaded to go 'home'. The single reminder of your bedroom reminded you that those four walls had seen too much already and that added more suffocation to your existing pile.

At your apartment you seemed to crumble even more into yourself. How much more falling into the deep was possible? You didn't know, still hoping that the bottom would come soon enough. The deep bottom you thought would come and wished it came, didn't come, instead a steadiness of the dark arrived, you believed this was your bottom of this awful 'phase'.

One night of staying with you turned into fully two weeks. Natasha basically moved back in with you. At first she wasn't so sure if it would be worth it but then she really thought about it and came to the conclusion that it was worth it, you were always worth it. As hard as it were for her, she knew how much harder it must had been for you. She single handly saw how at the end you were. You didn't even had the energy to push her away anymore.

Night after night she laid quietly in bed with you. Day after day she helped you cooking, doing the dishes, changing clothes and if it was an extremely bad day she helped washing your body and hair. On a day you felt better yet still awful, you bought her flowers and her favorite alcohol. You were grateful for her and everything she did for you. She soon became a reason for you to start fighting the dark again. This time you were hopeful that things could get better. And they did, extremely slow for your liking but you couldn't complain, not after surviving your demons and monsters.

Natasha stood by your side of every step you took. She even went to therapy with you when you told her you wanted to try it. She made sessions lighter until you were comfortable enough to go alone. Looking back you wanted to cry over how much she sacrificed to help you. You felt guilty about that but she reassured you that she'd do it all over again if she had the chance because it was worth it. You were worth it all. To seeing you smile, to seeing you being you, to gazing into each others eyes, to getting to touch you, to being held by you, to loving you and getting loved by you.

Sometimes all you need is someone who understands you deeply and helps you simply with their presence.

#natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x you

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grimdork · 2 months

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He’s here.

You run. The cold is biting. Snow blows into your face, cold flakes clinging to your lashes. Your footsteps become slower, more laborious, your desperate sprint becoming a miserable, uphill trudge.

The Road Ripper, from @rotworld 's 2023 Goretober universe: The Drift. please read it, here is the first entry

#the drift #road ripper #gently kisses this image and puts it in a bottle hoping it reaches its destination

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doughbrainer · 1 year

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Hey Heat Miser! What do you think of Edward?

"Edward?"

"Gosh... I Haven't Talked About Him In Years..."

"Well, I'm Already Talking Some I Might As Well Answer..."

"Edward Was My First Love..."

"I'd Like To Remember It That Way..."

"We Met At A Bar, He Offered To Buy Me A Drink, And I Accepted, Returning The Favour By Getting Him A Drink As Well."

"I Originally Thought He Was Just Being Nice, But He Began Saying Nice Things To Me."

"I Kept Trying To Compliment Him Back, But He Kept Giving Me More Praise."

"Eventually... We Kissed! And Things Went From There!"

"He Had His Unique Quirks That I Adored About Him, And Just Like Me, He LOVED Cats."

"His Family Was A Lovely Bunch And I Enjoyed Hanging Out With Them When I Went To Visit Him."

"After Some Time, He Moved In With Me."

"He Was There When Sunny Came To Be, And He Helped Me Save Her. He Also Gave Her The Name She Has."

"She Was So Little, He Adored Her, And Sunny-Side Adored Him.

But I Adored Him A Little More... Heh.."

"Everything Seemed Perfect... Nothing Could Go Wrong..."

"Could It...?"

"Well That's What I Thought... Until He Went Back Home To Visit His Family..."

(FOLLOWING ART CONTAINS AN INJURIED PERSON, THERE'S A SLASH IN THEIR CUT, A CUT ON THEIR LEG, A BLEEDING NOSE, AND THEY HAVE A BLACK EYE AND A BRUISE ON THEIR FACE.)

(YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.)

"He Got Terribly Injured On His Way Back."

"Some People That Knew Him, And Didn't Like Who He Was, Found Him On The Street And Jumped Him Without A Reason."

"They Ruined Him Horribly... I'm Surprised They Didn't Do Worse But He Was In Terrible Shape..."

"I Wanted To Get Him Help, But There Was No Near Hospital That Would Treat Him."

"So I Opted To Give Him A Place To Rest. I Turned Into A Lion, Because They Were One Of His Favourite Big Cats, And It Make Me Comfortable To Lean On..." "But Also Because Lions Can't Cry... And I Knew This Was The End For Him, And I Didn't Want Him To See Me In Tears In His Final Moments..."

"The Last Kiss He Gave Me, Was Only Seconds Before He Died..."

"I Will Never Forget That Kiss..."

"When His Family Set His Funeral, I Didn't Go, I Just Couldn't Make Myself... I Was So Devastated..."

"His Brother Understood Why..."

"Winston Gave Me Edward's Heart..."

"He Said That He Ever Died, That He Wanted His Heart To Be Given To The One He Was In Love With..."

"My Embers Are A Bit Unsettled At The Fact That I Have A Mortal Heart In My Possession, But I Think It's Special..."

"There's Only One Regret I Have..."

"I Wish I Finally Proposed..."

YES, This Is Canon In At Least The Universe Of My Comic, NO This Isn't The Next Part Of The Comic. That Should Be Coming Soon Though!!

Edward Is @lazyghostmiserishere's Original Character! :3

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t-0ne25 · 1 year

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(4) hallway

You decide to wait in the hallway, hoping Minho won’t turn on the lights when he starts looking around the area of the upper floor. But you’re soon getting second guesses once you hear his footsteps echoing on the level beneath you.

Quickly, you reconsider your plan and hide in the little storage room instead – though it’s obvious for a seeker that the people that are hiding would wait there. There’s no time to contemplate once more, so you swing the door open, before you quickly disappear behind it.

A cough startles you, coming from another person who’s had the idea to choose the storage room as their hiding spot a little earlier than you. A hand turns on the dim lights in here – a small lamp that’s supposed to be used for a nightstand table so it illuminates the space not too much to get caught in an instant but enough to reckon the face standing in front of you.

It’s the first time you’re actually able to take in all the details, feeling a wave of nostalgia hit you at the look of his plump lips and the beautiful hair – by now a little longer again since the breakup and dyed in a metallic shade of midnight blue.

“Y/N… I can look for another spot, just stay in here–“ his words come out fast and his fingers are already seizing around the door knob but you stop him. Skin laying on skin now, you feel your heart skip a beat or two. It’s been months since you’ve been so close to him even though it used to be a daily experience back then.

And that’s when the spiralling thoughts come into play, taking up every inch inside your brain, as you allow them to run free.

What hurts most about the situation between Hyunjin and you is the fact neither of you wanted to end things but you made a mature decision here. It has grown toxic over time, knowing the both of you aren’t at your very best in your lives yet and before something bad could happen – maybe resulting in your love turning into hate – you cut it off.

You haven’t given up on him completely, you never could.

“Y/N?”

You look up at him with big eyes, “Y-Yeah?”

“I’m really glad to see you again– especially that you’re feeling fine and all.”

A stinging pain right in your chest. Another jump inside your heart. Everything is just too much when he’s so near to you.

“Hyunjin…” He looks at you now, daring to place a strand of your hair behind your ear that’s covering your eyes. You let him and he blames it on the tense atmosphere given by the lack of space inside this little room.

“Don’t– don’t explain yourself, Y/N.”

“I’m glad to see you again, too.” You don’t add anything about his mood, knowing he probably feels miserable. “Though I’m not doing that well… I’ve missed you, Jinnie.”

You’re an awful person and you don’t deserve to get any presents this Christmas, you tell yourself.

“I’ve missed you too, princess.”

You shouldn’t go that way. You should stop him. It’s your duty.

But it’s so hard, the hardest thing you ever did besides cutting off things with him. Especially when Hyunjin looks like this in the dim light. Especially when he’s been trying to get your attention throughout the whole night. Especially when your heart tells you to.

You can’t help it – neither of you can. Simultaneously, your eyes have been darting at his lips for the past few minutes now, just like he did and in an instant your own collide with his.

Familiarity. Comfort. Home. An arrival after a long journey. A hot tea after a day in the cold. A Christmas present you didn’t expect but still wished for. The first snow flake landing on the tip of your nose.

That’s what kissing Hwang Hyunjin has always felt like and what it still feels like now. Your heart tells you it’s the right decision even though your head might think different. But sometimes it’s important to shut the latter off.

The kiss deepens, you’re holding each other so close, like two papers glued together, like two broken souls finding their missing half.

“I still love you, Y/N,” Hyunjin whispers in between kisses, holding your cheeks in his hands. “I’m afraid I’ll never stop loving you and it’s making me feel awful.”

You align your lips with his another time, before you pull back again.

“But… Jinnie, I still love you too. I regret that we broke up.”

He looks at you dumbfounded, as if you’ve just told him that Easter and Christmas Eve are on the same day this year. But Hyunjin has no time to question anything, when he realises there have been noises right in front of the door.

Maybe Minho has heard you. And he definitely has heard the conversation as well, out of respect now letting the both of you take your time talking, knowing you’ll need it.

Footsteps appear but they decline in volume, telling you he either hasn’t found you or didn’t want to find you.

Once you’re sure you’re safe, Hyunjin gets back to kissing you. It’s all he wants to do – your lips, your cheeks, your neck, your cleavage, your whole body just painted in all his kisses, claiming you as his again.

“No– it was good for our development,” Hyunjin confesses, “but I know I need you. I need you so much, baby.”

In an instant, he’s hovering your sweater up, massaging your tits over your bra and you moan into his mouth. His plump lips are still sticking to your own, by now you’re convinced he’ll never disconnect them from your body.

“I need you too– let’s forget about all those decisions yeah–“

That’s all Hyunjin needs to hear. Feelings are overwhelming him at the utmost level but the experience is mutual, as you can’t wait anymore.

“Right– we can talk about everything and– for now I just want you close, yeah?”

You nod, but still want him to consent a second time, knowing he’s got an ounce more of emotions swimming in his veins right now.

“Are you sure about that?”

He slips your jeans down, letting his own pants and boxers pool around his ankles. Hyunjin is hard, very hard. Just from all the emotional talking. He makes sure you’re ready, too, stroking your heat through the thin material of your laces – finding you completely drenched.

“One hundred percent, princess.”

You get rid off the last barrier a second later, jumping a bit and letting your legs seize around his waist.

When Hyunjin pushes into you with no effort thanks to your slickness, he lets out a loud groan. However, you immediately clench around him, the lack of preparation giving you some trouble and the fact you haven’t been with anyone since the breakup shows.

“So tight, yeah, baby?”

You nod, allowing him to thrust into you – deep and sharp.

“But also so wet just for me, yeah?“

It’s embarrassing that you already feel the knot in your lower stomach tighten, ready to snap just for him.

“My princess has f-finally come to her senses, come back to who she belongs to– fuck–“

That’s your final straw. Feeling your walls clenching and quivering around him, you come undone. Hyunjin helps you ride out your high, before he fills you up with his cum, milking himself empty.

Guardedly, he pulls out of your sensitive heat, grabbing a box of tissues to get you clean.

When he looks up at you, taking good care of both your souls and body is when it hits you – you feel zero regret. And once you fully come back to your senses, you’re convinced you made the right rushed decision. Not only regarding the intimacy of the skin but also of the heart.

That’s why you suggest, “Let’s head back to the others and we’ll talk about this later. I’ll ask Chan to switch rooms so we can stay upstairs, yeah?”

Hyunjin nods, placing another quick kiss on your forehead. “Sounds good, princess.”

#24 to 25 — 🎄#(4) hallway — 4️⃣

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caffeineinducedbeing · 1 month

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frostbound

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It was a cold and bristly evening. Heavy flakes of snow hit the windowpanes before falling to the ground to join their companions, forming thick snowbanks, and covering the beautiful grounds of Redmont in luscious white clouds.

It was a truly wonderful time of the year.

To be inside where it's warm.

Cold weather had always agreed with Alyss, the hot sweaty environment that the summer offered was just too miserable to the courier. She preferred being comfortable in a warm cloak than sweating in the unrevealing clothing that her gender was expected to adorn.

Thankfully, during the summer months. She was usually at home with her husband; where she could wear whatever the hell she wanted with no commentary from him. Well, no insulting commentary anyway. But Will Treaty had an excellent command of the Araluen language and knew exactly how to use it to stimulate a reaction from his beautiful wife.

And that usually went exactly as planned.

But today, it was below freezing. So Alyss covered as much of her skin as possible, and then more on top of that. She felt like a ball of cloth, but she was warm. There's no fashion in the winter months anyway, sacrifices were made for comfort and no one gave two shits about it.

It just meant that at the end of a long workday, you had to put all of those layers back on, and then ride home. And although the ride was short-- just under half an hour, it felt like days when you were shivering beneath your coats and scarves, all your energy being forcefully sucked into the unproductive shivering that your body insists on subjecting you to.

Alyss stared out the massive window in her office, watching the snow fall, dreading what came next on her schedule and contemplating staying at the castle tonight. Will would presume that's what she was doing when she wasn't home within the hour, it wasn't uncommon for one of them to stay at Redmont when they had a late night, when the ride to the cabin seemed too tiresome.

They didn't like to do that though, neither of them slept as well without the other anymore, although the mutual dependency conflicted with their jobs. But that's how it was. Alyss felt safer with Will beside her, and Will slept more peacefully with Alyss beside him. Without either of those things, it wasn't the same.

That's why Alyss truly didn't want to not go home tonight, but the ride through the deepening snow seemed too detrimental. And who knows, maybe it would be too deep to ride through in the morning, and the project she was working on at the moment couldn't be postponed.

She would stay at Redmont for the night, Will would understand. Not that she ever doubted he would.

She could ask Arald for a guest suite, he would of course give it to her free of charge, he tended to spoil her like that; the advantages of being the Baron's surrogate daughter, she thought with an interior smile.

But it was already 8:30. She didn't want to bother the Baron. The next option was quite obvious.

She knocked on Halt and Pauline's door, patiently waiting for one of them to answer.

The door swung open with a creak, and revealed a very cheery-looking Pauline, "hello!" she cried, "come in dear, what a pleasant surprise."

Alyss stepped inside, her gratitude evident as she addressed Pauline, "I'm sorry for the impromptu visit. Would it be possible for me to stay here tonight? The snow is looking rather—" Her words trailed off as she locked eyes with her husband, who was seated on the couch with a mischievous grin

He stood as Alyss entered, playfulness dancing in his eyes. "Looks like we had the same idea."

Alyss suppressed the urge to reciprocate a smile.

"It looks like we did."

He took the bag from her hands, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek as he did so.

"Far too cold to endure horseback in this weather, hmm?"

"Mmhmm" she nodded at him, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and suspicion.

"You were meant to be working from home today, Will," she quipped.

Will looked back over at her, feigning confusion, "Was I?"

Alyss nodded back at him. A knowing glance passing between them.

Will shook his head, "Must have slipped my mind as I rode over," he responded with a wink as he crashed back on the couch with an air of nonchalance.

Alyss shook her head, exchanging a look with Halt that conveyed a shared exasperation.

"He follows you like a lost puppy, have you noticed that?" Halt remarked dryly, his voice laced with amusement.

Alyss chuckled, her gaze shifting back to Will.

"He does indeed." She agreed, slipping off her winter cloak. Will's casual demeanor couldn't hide the truth—his devotion to her was apparent in every glance and gesture.

She settled on the couch next to her husband, curling into his side naturally.

"But I wouldn't have it any other way."

#rangers apprentice #ranger's apprentice #fanfiction #rangers apprentice fanfiction #ra fanfic #on ao3 #wilyss

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justahopelessssromantic · 1 year

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You Make it Feel Like Christmas

Here's my contribution to @notroosterbradshaw #hello december playlist challenge ispired by the song You Make it Feel Like Christmas by Gwen Stefani. This is just pure fluff Christmas fun. I'm so thankful I was able to come out of a little writers block and get this done! I hope you all enjoy 💖 Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates!

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x FemReader

Warnings: Pure Christmas Fluff

I want to thank the storm that brought the snow

The view outside the large picturesque window of the Seresin family cabin looked as if the place sat in the middle of a snow globe that had just been forcefully shaken. The flakes falling were beautiful, fluffy things falling down magically as if specially just for you.

Jake watched you from the living room sofa. Your face was so in awe of the winter wonderland before you. You couldn't look away. He however couldn't take his eyes off of you. Jake had been so in awe of you since that first day together after your deal. It was like a switch had been flipped for him from just friends to something more.

What brought you to Jake's family cabin started as an agreement between the two of you just mere months before at the Hardeck. What was supposed to be an effortless plan now turned into something much more for Jake. The deal was simple: both of you were single this year, him more miserably so than he'd care to admit after his latest breakup, and together would spend the holiday season as a pair this year so you wouldn't have to do any of the events of the season alone. Sort of like a Holidate is how you explained it to him from a movie you had seen on Netflix. You gave him the rundown on the rules and it sounded foolproof enough. Instead of spending the holiday alone you'd be each other's dates. No strings attached. Simple, right?

You then made him come over to your place and watch it with you so he'd grasp the rules of the arrangement better. If you were one thing it was thorough. He ended up enjoying the movie a lot but he wasn't going to let you know that.

"So after all this is over we're going to profess our love for one another?" He had asked. "What about the no strings attached part?"

"Well obviously that part we just disregard. It's just a movie, Jake." You waved him off with a hand. "Plus there is no chance in hell that I would ever fall for you."

Jake chuckled, settling deeper into his spot on your sofa. "Well good because I wouldn't fall for you either and I'd hate for things to get awkward after I'd have to let you down gently."

"Great, then it sounds like we have a deal."

But as the days went by with him spending more and more time with you he had fallen and fallen hard. And now there were all sorts of messy tangled strings everywhere and he had no idea how he was going to untangle the mess he had made.

Sweet gingerbread made with molasses

My heart skipped and I reacted

First on the agenda was your family's annual Christmas party where you'd exchange gifts and cookies over a delicious meal your grandma would make. So in preparation the two of you had to make two different kinds of cookies, four dozen each plus of course extras to give to the rest of the team.

You had your recipe book out reading the ingredients off to Jake as he set out everything that was needed for the sweet treats. The two of you would take turns reading the instructions while the other did the work until you had the dough perfectly set up.

You began rolling the dough into perfect little balls as you recited Elf, which you had turned on to watch as you baked, word for word. Jake of course made fun of you for it but you paid him no mind.

"The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear." You reminded him before joining along with Buddy the Elf. "I'm in a store and I'm singing" You belted out with him before receiving a face full of flour leaving you speechless.

"I'm so sorry," Jake did his best to keep his laughs in but it just wasn't working, "but I just had to stop that atrocity somehow."

You stared at him unblinking for what felt like forever. Jake began to sweat a little thinking his little prank had severely backfired and he'd be facing your full rage any moment now.

You raised your hand and he was preparing for a slap when smack there was the cold crack before the gooey contents of the egg you had snuck into your hand were now sliding down the side of his face.

"Oh it's on now."

Maybe ten minutes later the two of you sat on the kitchen floor amongst your mess exhausted from the food fight and laughter. Jake pulled a piece of shell out of his hair. "Lucky for me I heard raw egg is eggcelent for your hair."

You rolled your eyes at him. "You did not seriously just say eggcelent." You snorted with your laughter.

It was then that his heart skipped a beat.

Thought I was done for, thought that love had died

But you came along, I swear you saved my life

The drive up to the Seresin family cabin was a quiet one. Jake was too lost in his own thoughts while you slept peacefully in the passenger seat of his truck. He didn't know what he was going to do. He didn't want to ruin the incredible friendship he had with you.

He wasn't expecting to fall in love. He didn't think he'd feel it again after the last heartbreak but man he couldn't be happier or more terrified.

He decided he was going to tell you even if it didn't turn out as he had hoped. He just had to make sure you knew how he felt and that you saved his life.

Now it was the night before Christmas. You had just finished helping Jake and his mother clean up after dinner. You told her to go relax and you would handle the rest which Jake stayed behind to help you out. It was rather peaceful as he washed and you dried in harmonious silence. You had come to love his presence. It just felt natural at this point.

You finished up and both headed out to join everyone out on the deck for some hot cocoa under the stars. Everyone was staring at the two of you now where you had stopped.

"Look who is under the mistletoe!" Jake's mother pointed out to the two of you.

You looked up and sure enough someone had planted the mistletoe right where the two of you stood.

"You know what that means…" She encouraged the two of you. She was most certainly your biggest fan.

Put on the spot you didn't really feel like you had much choice here. Not that you really minded. You turned to Jake who was staring at you now trying to read his reaction to your predicament.

Now was his chance to say something. He opened his mouth to speak and suddenly all the words were stuck. He couldn't even get one word out. He was certain he looked like an idiot standing there. It felt like that moment was never ending, the two of you stuck frozen in time just staring at one another.

You decided to take charge making the first move. "Are you going to just stand there staring at me Jake or are you going to close the pretty little mouth of yours and kiss me already?"

You caught him off guard but thankfully he recovered quickly. You didn't have to tell him twice.

He swept you up in what most certainly could be described as the best kiss you had ever experienced simply taking your breath away before you parted.

His family's cheering was muffled around you. All your focus was on him who was grinning like an idiot mirroring your own expression as you held each other there.

"So much for never falling for me." He gloated.

"Oh shut up, you fell for me first."

I never thought I'd find a love like this

But I found forever in that very first kiss

✨You make it feel like Christmas✨

#hello december playlist challenge #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake hangman seresin

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rotworld · 6 months

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21: Accomplice

(previous)

you're stranded on the road without your car and it's just started to snow.

->contains mild gore, non-consensual touching.

He’s here.

You run. The cold is biting. Snow blows into your face, cold flakes clinging to your lashes. Your footsteps become slower, more laborious, your desperate sprint becoming a miserable, uphill trudge.

You hear him. Twigs snapping. Snow crunching. A step out of sync with yours. Quiet, breathy, anticipating laughter, muffled through winter gear. No one will be there if you look back but you know you’ll die if you stop moving. Howling wind tears at your face. Your ears are burning. Your fingers and toes are numb. Pinpricks of freezing pain skitter up and down your legs. You feel the God of Nelton throbbing in your chest, trying to ease your pain. It gives you the strength to push through the agony, the numbness you need to keep going. It’s afraid, too.

Ahead—light. Like a lighthouse in a storm, the rest stop’s softly glowing exterior beckons you in from the cold. The wind is shrieking now, a blizzard trying to wrestle you to the ground. There’s a single car parked outside and you hesitate. Safety in numbers. They can help you barricade the door.

Or they’ll die horribly—either now, a casualty of the Road Ripper’s pursuit of you, or later, when he’s marked them instead.

You hear the rumble of an engine. Headlights wash over you. The car on the road behind you came from nowhere, silver and near-invisible in the blowing snow. You force your sore, stinging legs through the frigid wind and claw your way to the rest stop doors.

You stagger into warm air and harsh, fluorescent light. A layer of snow drips off of you. It’s small. There are no restaurants, just a few scattered tables in a modest seating area and bathrooms. Music plays over speakers near-inaudibly, muffled and echoing. The moment feels like a dream, soft and surreal. You’re staring at the only other person here, seated at one of the tables with a briefcase in the chair beside him and his legs crossed. He’s a familiar stranger; distinctly indistinct. He rests his hands on the table, leather gloves crinkling as he laces his fingers together.

Bachman smiles. “Just the person I wanted to see,” he says.

[NOW PLAYING ON THE RADIO: LOVELY HEAD BY GOLDFRAPP]

Blizzard winds batter the windows and snow piles higher in small, sparkling mountains. You hear tires churning the snow and dirt outside. An engine idling; a car door opening and slamming shut.

“Have a seat,” Bachman says, gesturing to the chair across from him. He’s perfectly calm. Smiling. Patient. You look back and the Road Ripper is a dark silhouette slashed through the blinding glow of headlights, the blunt shape of a tire iron clutched in one hand. “Don’t worry about him. He likes to play with his food, watch it squirm a bit. I’ll take him off your hands before he loses his patience, but we have time. So let’s talk. Please.” He nods to the open chair again.

“Is this your fault?” you ask him. “There’s—the Drift, it’s—”

Bachman stands suddenly. You’re too stiff and sore from the cold, too panicked to stop him from seizing your wrist and dragging you over to the table. He doesn’t hurt. He slides a chair out and gently urges you into it. He takes a crisp white handkerchief from his pocket and wipes the melting snow from your face, his touch lingering and affectionate. “You’re freezing,” he murmurs. He shrugs off his trench coat and drapes it over your shoulders. “And you’re hurt. Did you walk here? I’m so sorry. I had no idea you were in range when I disabled this region’s anchorware.”

His easy admission stuns you. “Why?” you ask hoarsely.

He seats himself beside you, resting his hand on your knee. “Do you know where the Drift’s laws come from? Prismville’s reciprocity? Verlinda’s vengeance?” You stammer in confusion. What does that have to do with anything? “Most people take them for granted, but they haven’t always existed. Take Nelton, for instance. We were able to observe the transition first-hand in that case. It was a normal place—as normal as a place can be for the Drift—until about thirty years ago. Then something changed. A power took root there.”

You don’t understand what he’s saying, or why it matters. You look back fearfully and the Road Ripper is still there, as still as a statue, a shape blocking your exit. Wind ruffles the fur-lining of his hood. The blizzard howls all around him.

“It’s people like you,” Bachman says, smiling. “Children of the road. You return to the places that call to you like salmon swimming back to ancestral waters. Under the right circumstances, that gives you power over the malleable nature of the Drift. That makes you the law. That bends everything within your territory to your will. This is a very particular process with very specific requirements, but we’ve been studying the phenomenon for years. It can be replicated.”

“He is wrong, angel.” The God of Nelton shivers behind your ribs. “He lies, or he does not know the truth.”

“You’re hurting people,” you say. “You’re destroying the Drift. People trust you, they trust that anchorware will protect them—”

“You’re not listening to me,” Bachman says, catching your chin and drawing your gaze back to him. When you fight his grip, slapping his hand away, his smile wanes. “You’ve lived in the Drift your whole life. I know you understand how dangerous and unpredictable this place is, how hostile it is to human life. But do you think it has to be that way? What if you had the power to change it?”

The pieces start coming together in your mind. All the places you’ve run into Bachman before, the anchorware malfunctions, the smothering normalcy of Anchor—it clicks.

“You’re tearing the Drift apart because you want to rule it,” you say, feeling sick and faint. “You want to make the laws.”

Bachman takes your hand in his, leather-clad fingers closing around yours. “I want you to come home,” he says gently. “Become a god. Make the Drift we envision.”

“The Drift you envision?” you echo, ripping out of his grip. You shoot out of your seat and back away from him. The Road Ripper watches silently. “And what kind of Drift is that? What exactly would you make me do?”

“I wouldn’t make you do anything.” Bachman stands slowly, hands up as though trying to soothe a startled animal. “Anchor is your home, isn’t it? I know you have some misgivings, but don’t you want to give it a second chance? You’ll like it there, I know you will. People will warm up to you, they’ll welcome you—”

“Why? Because they have something to gain from me now?” You shake your head. “No. That’s not my home. You won’t use me. I’m not going back there with you.”

Bachman lowers his hands. He looks disappointed—almost saddened. He sighs softly, grabbing his briefcase. “I think you will find yourself returning to Anchor, one way or another,” he says. “I’ll ask you again. Maybe, by then, you’ll understand. The Drift as it is now won’t exist for much longer. I’m not going to let you die out with it.” He unlatches the briefcase. There’s something brittle and rattling inside. He pulls out something strange; black and glossy, curved like a hook. It looks like an animal’s claw but unusually large, knife-sized in his hand.

You aren’t ready for him to lunge at you. You throw your hands up, lashing out, trying to gain distance. Your palm grazes his cheek and the texture startles you. He’s rough like sandpaper. His strength is frightening, one hand clutching your head and slamming your face into the table so hard your nose crunches and consciousness flutters, darkness like rippling curtains at the corners of your vision. You feel a sharp, burning pain in the back of your neck, a small wound that trickles blood, and then his weight lifts from you. You try to run and your legs give out, sprawling on the cold rest stop floor.

You recognize this heat and creeping paralysis; the burning in your veins, your slowing pulse and acute, uncomfortable awareness of how much pain you’re in.

“Querrow venom,” Bachman says. He’s not even panting. It wasn’t a struggle for him to subdue you. He holds the claw up to inspect and you see a jagged, bloodied end where it must have been sawed off of a squealing creature, the venom beading at the needle-like tip. He puts it back in his briefcase and then kneels beside you, pressing his fingers to your neck over your pulse. You try to twist away but you’re already limp, unable to even bend a finger. It’s hard to keep your eyes opening. He whispers, “You don’t have to worry. I’ve given you a large but non-fatal dose. Your heart will stop only temporarily. Long enough for me to take on your troubles. We’ll meet again.”

Just as he says that, the rest stop doors are blown open by the blizzard. You feel a blast of biting cold as snow pours over you. You hear the rustling of the Ripper’s winter gear, the crunch of his boots. You can’t run. You can’t move. You can’t even shiver. The heat in your body suddenly turns to the kiss of ice and your pulse is even slower now, on the verge of stillness. You’re going to die here, you think, and you won’t even see your death coming.

Bachman speaks. You can’t understand him. Everything is distant; sensation muted, sounds muffled. You don’t have the strength to open your eyes. You can’t feel the God of Nelton anymore and even that fear, even the worry that the venom coursed through its small, vulnerable body and killed and you are really, truly alone now, is just a faint prickle at the edge of your mind. You feel like you’re falling. Like the world is crumbling all around you. Everything spins too fast.

The wind is on your face now. You must be lying on your back. Someone rolled you over. Someone is touching you. Coarse, winter gloves frame your face, scraping the snow away from your eyes. You hear rustling. Fabric moving. Wind—or breath? The cold breath of winter, a razor breeze pricking your lips. Someone says something. A hand—bare flesh, calloused fingers, uneven and bitten nails—slides down your throat. Down your chest. Down your body, between your legs. Those fingers radiate cold. Breath like a katabatic wind leaves frost on your lips.

He must be on top of you. Touching you. And you can’t fight back, trapped in a darkening corner of your own head as your body shuts down. You’re dimly aware of a weight draped over you, that cold breath fanning across your neck. You can’t even flinch. Sound and sight and understanding unravels but sensations are crystal clear. You know there are hands groping, exploring, digging jagged nails into you. You don’t know if your lack of response spurs them on or if that’s what ultimately makes them stop.

Your wrist is lifted, cradled in a gentle, tender grasp. Frigid breath whispers across your limp hand. Chapped, badly cracked lips press against each finger, each joint, from the nail to the knuckle. Impossibly cold skin nuzzles against your palm. Your hands are brought together atop your chest as though preparing you for a funeral. You feel breath against your lips one last time. You feel it hitch; quick, rhythmic exhales, so soft they must not make a sound.

Is he…laughing?

The wind slows. The snow starts melting. You don’t know how much time has passed, but you know you’re alone, laying in a cold puddle on the rest stop floor. You can move but you’re too weak to do much more than roll onto your side, watching faint Drift daylight bleed through the fog. Your vision is blurry and your head is pounding. There’s weak movement under your skin, a flutter in your chest. You nearly sob in relief at the tentative whisper of “Angel?” through your thoughts.

Headlights pass across the rest stop as a car pulls awkwardly in front of the doors. It’s hard to make out distinct shapes, everything a swaying smear of clashing colors. Something runs; collapses beside you.

“Courier?” you hear, a desperate sob. “Come on, hang in there. Can you hear me?”

It’s Jamie. The tension leaks out of you. Jamie found you somehow. That must be your car outside. You want to wrap your arms around them but all you do is droop against their chest. You feel Jamie’s touch moving quickly, checking you for injuries. Their hand brushes against yours and they gasp.

“Fuck,” they mutter. They hold your hand like it’s made of glass. You can’t really feel it, you realize. You can feel them touching your wrist, gently grazing your palm, but there’s numbness creeping up your fingertips. It’s hard to get a good look with your vision trembling, but you think—

You think your fingers are black with frostbite. And it’s growing.

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#rotpeach writes #goretober #the drift #i probably wont get to asks tonight either unfortunately but will try asap!#having some busy/late nights recently

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Title: Warmth is All Around

Fandom: Ikémen Prince

Pairing: Matthias/Reader

Tags: Fluff, silliness, cold temperatures, hot chocolate, light flirting, mention of alcohol, no alcohol consumption

The cold of the north was so different compared to Rhodolite. It nipped every piece of exposed skin it could until you were left feeling raw and miserable. Worse yet if there was snow. The flakes, so pretty and whimsical as they floated through the air, landed on skin and bit it. They melted on contact and god forbid there was any wind to blow over your now damp skin.

Your excursion into the main city of Acroite had been cut short due to a storm that seemed to have appeared out of the blue. Matthias had done his best to help shield you from the worst of the sleet that came first, but the harsh weather took no pity on you. By the time both of you returned, your lips had taken on the barest shade of blue and you were practically soaked. As soon as you were under the roof of the gate house, Matthias had taken off your soaked outermost coat and replaced it quickly with an extra guard coat. It smelled a little musty, akin to a damp cellar, but it hardly mattered because it was warm. You were going to question him not getting a guard coat but remembered that he was a fair bit… broader than most of the guards. You weren't sure why the thought of him like that made you blush (a lie) but you forced yourself to agree to not thinking of it anymore (another lie). The flush it brought to your cheeks at least helped you to be warmer as he secured the front buckle of the coat, his eyes coming up to meet yours. There was so much warmth in the cool, steel blue of his eyes and it only contributed to the flush on your cheeks. He placed the back of his hand against your cheek and frowned.

"We're almost back to the castle. A few more minutes and we'll have a fire to warm by." He gave you a small smile and a heart achingly soft look that was a rarity from the often too-serious prince. You nodded and he took your gloved hand in his as you made your way through the snow and the wind, focusing on the warmth that awaited you.

The next few minutes were a blur as attendants whisked you away to an empty drawing room with a fireplace going to change out of damp clothing and into new, dry, and oh so warm ones. Had they put them beside the fireplace before they arrived? Or were you just chilled to the bone? Whatever the case, you were thrilled as you sat on the small sofa and took in how lovely the warmth felt on your skin. You closed your eyes as you absorbed the warmth, barely registering the door opening behind you.

Matthias walked in with two steaming mugs of something. You didn't realize until he got closer that it was hot chocolate and your jaw dropped a little as he handed you one.

"What?"

"I'm just… surprised. Hot chocolate?"

"Of course. Quickest way to warm up your body."

"I thought that was alcohol."

"No, Rosebud. This is a myth. Alcohol causes blood vessels to constrict so you feel warmer without your core temperature rising." You stare at him for a moment before a small grin widens on your face. "Now. Drink your cocoa."

You sat in quiet with the serious prince, only the crackle of the robust fire and the occasional rustle of fabric giving any indication that the world wasn't still. The hot chocolate itself was absolutely divine. It's flavor was deep and rich, the toasted notes of cocoa and the velvety feeling of milk and cream coating your tongue. You looked up and your short, stifled laugh broke the silence. Matthias was shaken from whatever reverie had been in his mind and he looked at you, brows furrowed.

A hot chocolate mustache adorned his upper lip.

As he continued to look at you in confusion, it only increased the hilarity of the entire situation until you had to put down your own mug and pick up a napkin.

"Wh-" Matthias' cheeks began to flush lightly, though it may have been a trick the fire played on your eyes. You gently wiped away the light brown on his lip, but you didn't miss the way his breath caught in his chest.

"Hot chocolate mustache. Admittedly, I think the clean-shaven look suits you more than it did," you tease. His eyebrow quirked up curiously, a dangerous smirk covering his previous surprise.

"Think about my face that often, do you, Rosebud?"

#my writing #ikepri #ikemen prince #matthias #matthias/reader #prince of acroite #fluff #hot chocolate

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