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[kortac-sweetheart]

thinkin abt: simon and his sweet little partner that’s similar to him

after months of being pestered by his team simon finally relents and plans to introduce them to his little lovie at their usual pub.

when they finally arrive, you and simon are already there, and dear god— he’s full on laughing, nearly keeling over in the stool and having to hold onto you and the bar counter so he doesn’t fall face first into the ground.

he only manages to wrangle himself back together (still giggling, mind you) when he notices them approaching and giving them a small wave over.

and only a second later, it’s like a lightbulb turned on in his head, he’s tapping you on the shoulder, leaning down and whispering something into you ear (he must be up to no good with that smirk on his face). and you clearly agree to it, nodding enthusiastically whilst giggling before whipping around abruptly to face them.

your eyes lock onto johnny and it’s like his blood freezes over.

you’re lobbing him that same silent, thousand yarded, eerie and unsettling dead-fish-eyed glare that simon does when he’s gone and fucked something up. your look locks him in place, just like a startled deer in headlights and it feels like this abominable stare-down has lasted for a millennia (it’s only been five seconds.) before your stone-cold facade cracks and you burst into a fit of giggles at the startled look plastered on his face.

clutching your stomach and simon’s arm as you both fall into peals of laughter from teasing johnny, he can’t be mad at such a little bonnie thing like you teasing him now can he? no fair.

he can only shake his head with a small chuckle and slight flush on his face, a “steamin’ jesus, there’s two of ‘em now.” muttered under his breath.

it’s no wonder to the team why simon has taken such a shine to you, it’s almost like you’re one in the same, two peas in a pod, a cell that’s mitosis-ed into two identical ones, soul mates or something like that.

they’ve never seen him laugh and smile as much as they did that night. you always laugh at his dark jokes and dry puns, responding with a witty retort or joke of your own that has leaves him in stitches and with a bright twinkle in his eyes.

happiness is a good look on him, on both of you, actually.

now, all they’re waiting for is a wedding invitation.

[loviestar58]

💚~Ekko bf/general HC's Pt 2~💚

I had thought of more Hc's for Ekko and y'all seemed to enjoy the last one (more than I thought, honestly-) so I thought why not share more of them?

So here's some more of our favorite time boy!

Enjoy‼️💖

⏳~He definitely has a small collection of bonnets that he's either stolen, found, or had a fellow Firelight make for himself. He can make his own as well, but with limited sewing supplies, it's hard to do so. He started off just using any random piece of fabric he could find

⏳~He let's you help him with his retwists when it's the inevitable time to do them. If you don't know how to do retwists, he'll happily teach you, taking you step by step on what to do and what not to do, being very patient with you cause he knows it can seem like a lot to some people

⏳~Building off the last one, I do think he may be a bit tender headed. Not too bad, but if you do pull his hair a bit too hard when doing his retwists, he will groan in pain and squirm. He makes sure you don't feel bad about it though, unless you're doing it on purpose, then he'll keep squirming and trying to get you to stop all while feigning anger. He'd definitely get you back for that

⏳~Can blush really easily and gets bashful/flustered easily as well. If you start to make moves on him, he will be caught off guard. He's never had much experience in romance or these feelings, so he doesn't really know how to act on them, at least at the start of a relationship. He'd get more confident as time goes on, but that doesn't mean he still won't blush at a sudden flirtatious comment or sudden PDA he wasn't expecting, especially in public

⏳~Personally, I don't believe he's the jealous type. He may get a bit annoyed that you're spending less time with him and more with others, but it's not because he's jealous, he just likes spending time with you and having you near him. He'd be very confident in your relationship and bond, and would trust you wholeheartedly, letting you be your own person and go and do whatever you want.

⏳~He's not controlling at all, since he's all about freedom, he trusts you to take care of yourself and again, be your own person. That doesn't mean he isn't protective of you. He'll always be there to help and defend you if you need it, but only when he sees you're really struggling. He's especially protective on missions, always keeping an eye on you or having a buddy with you so your safety is more assured, but it's not overbearing

⏳~I firmly believe that Ekko loves to dance as evidenced by S2Ep7. I think he's more into interpretive dance or just following the beat of the music, following the music's lead. If you two dance together it'd be very much like that episode, or it could be more chaotic and you two will rule the dance floor with both of your sick moves. I also think he'd be really really good at breakdancing, have you seen how agile he is?

⏳~One of his favorite past times if it isn't a busy day at the base is to hang out with the kids. He'd play games with them, tell them stories from books or make up his own, and absolutely have hover board races with them (which you would join in on sometimes)

⏳~He can sing. Don't even try to tell me he can't. He would have a real smooth voice able to harmonize easily with people. If you can sing, better believe you two would be duetting often at random points when you're together. He would adore your voice. Even if you can't sing, he'd appreciate your humming with him. Puts the kids to sleep with his voice sometimes, especially if they have nightmares

⏳~Speaking of nightmares, he definitely has those way fairly often. Can you blame him? After thinking he lost everyone he loved, and believing it was his fault for years, it'd take it's toll. He'll toss and turn and even mumble in his sleep on rare occasions before he'd shoot up in bed, clutching his chest. Sometimes he'd yell out a name or a command to stop when he wakes up, which would wake you up if you're next to him. Comfort him, hug him close to you and whisper reassurances, he'll relax in no time. If it's a particularly bad nightmare, he'll stay up and try to do some work to distract himself, unable (or afraid) to go back to sleep.

Some of these I had to do research on, mostly for the hair ones, as I am not black and didn't want to get some things wrong with how his hair would be taken care of. If I missed something or got something wrong, please let me know!🙏🏼

Hope y'all enjoyed!💖

[baekhyunsbestie]

this might b silly but can you write something where you meet mongryong and baekhyun gets jealous bc youre only paying attention to the dog😭

you barely take two steps into baekhyun’s apartment before you hear the jingle of a tiny collar, followed by the rapid pitter-patter of paws against the floor. in the blink of an eye, a small, fluffy corgi comes barreling toward you, his little body wiggling with excitement, ears perked, and stubby legs working overtime to close the distance.

“oh my god,” you gasp, immediately crouching down, arms outstretched like you’ve been waiting your whole life for this moment. “hi, baby! who is this handsome little guy?”

mongryong doesn’t hesitate to jump into your lap, licking at your fingers, your wrists, anywhere he can reach. you giggle, running your hands through his soft fur, completely enchanted. “you’re the cutest thing i’ve ever seen,” you coo, scratching behind his ears as he nuzzles into your touch.

baekhyun, standing behind you, clears his throat. loudly. obnoxiously.

you don’t even look up.

“so this is what betrayal feels like,” he mutters, crossing his arms over his chest.

still, you don’t acknowledge him. you’re too busy letting mongryong lick your cheek, melting at the tiny excited noises he makes.

baekhyun scoffs. “are you kidding me? i invite you over to introduce you to my son, and you forget i exist?”

you finally look at him, blinking innocently. “oh, were you saying something?”

his jaw drops. “are you being forreal right now?”

mongryong lets out a little yip, almost like he’s laughing at baekhyun, which only makes you giggle more. you hold his tiny face in your hands and pepper kisses all over his forehead. “sorry, b, i’ve made my choice. it was nice knowing you.”

baekhyun groans, dragging a hand down his face. “i brought mongryong into this world, and now he’s stealing the love of my life.”

“seems like a skill issue,” you tease, finally standing up with mongryong still cradled in your arms.

baekhyun glares. “i hope he sheds all over your clothes.”

“worth it,” you hum, pressing another kiss to mongryong’s fluffy head while baekhyun watches, utterly defeated.

the rest of the day is war.

baekhyun starts off subtle. or at least, what he thinks is subtle.

you’re settled on the couch, legs tucked comfortably beneath you, scrolling through your phone with mongryong curled up in your lap like a tiny, fluffy king. baekhyun “accidentally” bumps into you as he plops down beside you, stretching so dramatically that it looks more like a performance than a casual movement.

his arm just so happens to land over your shoulders.

he exhales loudly, head tilting back like he’s carrying the weight of the world. “wow,” he sighs, voice rich with manufactured exhaustion. “i’m just so tired.”

he sneaks a glance at you from the corner of his eye, waiting for some kind of reaction. any reaction.

you hum—barely—still scratching behind mongryong’s ears, completely absorbed in your screen.

baekhyun’s eye twitches.

round one: unsuccessful.

his next attempt? food.

he marches into the room with a plate of neatly cut fruit, holding it up like he’s a divine provider, a generous god bestowing gifts upon his most precious disciple.

“babe,” he sings, stepping in front of you, blocking your view of mongryong like some kind of desperate human eclipse. he waves a strawberry in front of your face, tone dripping with sugary temptation. “open wide.”

you glance up for half a second, pluck the strawberry from his fingers, and pop it into your mouth without ceremony.

“thanks, babe,” you mumble, chewing, before immediately turning your attention back to the tiny ball of fluff in your lap.

baekhyun stares at you. that’s it?

his lips part. “what about me?” he demands, voice full of the betrayal of a man scorned. “you’re supposed to feed me too.”

without even looking away from mongryong, you reach for another strawberry and offer it to him blindly.

baekhyun blinks. he accepts the fruit in stunned silence, placing it in his mouth, but it tastes bitter.

round two: complete and utter failure.

by midday, he’s desperate.

he creeps up next to you on the couch, too close, his thigh pressing insistently against yours. the air shifts as he leans in, radiating heat, his presence demanding to be noticed. but you? you’re unfazed, still cradling mongryong in your lap, fingers idly scratching behind his ears like baekhyun isn’t suffering beside you.

he clears his throat. “hey.”

you hum, barely acknowledging him.

“hey,” he tries again, nudging your leg. “hey.”

you exhale a slow, amused breath. “what?”

his lips ghost along the shell of your ear as he lowers his voice to a husky whisper, words dripping with mischief.

“i’m not wearing any underwear.”

he pulls back slightly, waiting—no, anticipating—your reaction, the scandalized gasp, the flustered glance, the way you might finally look at him.

instead, you snort. “okay? good for you.”

and then, as if to drive the humiliation deeper, mongryong sneezes.

baekhyun gapes.

a sneeze? a sneeze gets more of a reaction than his most devious, shameless confession?!

he stares at mongryong, betrayal etched across his features. the fluffy traitor snuggles closer to you, completely unbothered, while baekhyun sits there, shattered.

round three: humiliating defeat.

by the time evening rolls around, baekhyun has reached his limit.

you’re sprawled on the couch, warm and content, with mongryong curled up on your chest like a tiny, fluffy prince. the soft rhythm of his breathing rises and falls against you, a gentle weight that makes you sink even deeper into the cushions. and then—

a shadow looms.

baekhyun stands over you, arms crossed, his silhouette cutting sharply against the golden glow of the living room light. his lips press into a firm line, his gaze flicking between you and mongryong, who—completely oblivious to the brewing storm—nestles closer into your embrace.

“alright, that’s it,” baekhyun declares, voice thick with exasperation. “hand him over.”

you blink up at him, eyes wide with feigned innocence. “who?”

his eye twitches. “you know who.”

with the precision of a man on a rescue mission, he reaches down, fingers just brushing against mongryong’s tiny body—only for the little traitor to burrow deeper against you, whining in protest.

baekhyun recoils, clutching his chest like he’s just been stabbed. “you’re turning him against me.”

you fight back a smirk. “i didn’t do anything.”

his arms flail. “exactly! that’s the problem!”

before you can respond, he collapses onto you, draping himself over your body with all the grace of a man who has truly lost it. the weight of him presses mongryong between you, and the pup lets out a soft huff of displeasure, but baekhyun doesn’t care—he's too busy whining into your shoulder.

“baby, please,” he muffles against your skin, dragging out the last syllable in pure agony. “i need love too.”

you laugh, the sound vibrating through both of them. finally, finally, you give in, threading your fingers through his hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp.

“you’re so needy,” you tease.

he perks up instantly, lifting his head just enough to flash you a triumphant grin. “you finally noticed!”

you roll your eyes, but the fondness in your touch betrays you. with a sigh, you pull him closer, letting him tuck himself against your neck, his breath warm against your skin. mongryong wiggles between you, but ultimately, he stays put, resigned to sharing.

baekhyun smirks against your throat. “guess i won.”

without hesitation, you flick his forehead.

“shut up.”

he grins, but there's a softness to it now, something quieter, something full. his arms tighten around you, a content hum vibrating against your skin.

“love you,” he murmurs, and just like that, the fight is over—not that it ever really was one.

you sigh, exasperated but helpless against the warmth blooming in your chest. your fingers slip back into his hair, slow and indulgent.

“yeah, yeah,” you mutter, pressing a lazy kiss to his temple. “love you too, you big baby.”

[rechedeer]

prongsfoot groundhog day au where james lives the same day over and over again and to escape the timeloop he realises he has to get w his soulmate love of his life whatever so he spends a couple timeloops trying to seduce lily and when he does he’s happy it’s all good but he’s still stuck and it didn’t work so he thinks and he thinks and long story short he realises that he got it all wrong and the person he was meant to be with the entire time was sirius and he does that and he’s out of the loop and they live happily ever after

[romatito]

mmmm the pirate au is slowly turning into a multi-chaptered plotbunny that wont leave my head. so in the meantime pls take these designs while i work out whether im capable of focusing long enough to actually write it or not 🫡

[rodolfoparras]

Hello this kitty is wishing you a wonderful day/ night!!!

[strrynigghts]

dinner is served

— könig x main cod members x fem!reader

— cw/tw: mentions of food (eating + making + serving), feeling lonely despite being in a room of people, könig and reader are friends, not proofread, lmk if I’ve missed any!

— summary: könig joins you for dinner

— an: visited my family as I finally moved closer to them, and decided to make them dinner! was excited until I was the only one at the dinner table :) I also want to apologise for going mia! I moved to a different state and I still need to get all my stuff settled! also note that I’ve never played a damn cod game in my entire life and only know who’s who by reading fics written by others or from doing research for 10 seconds, so please excuse any cod mistakes!

after a long day of training with the 141, you’ve decided that you’d make a nice meal for everyone. you enjoyed cooking for them, and it’s been a while since you’ve last been able to make them, and yourself, a decent meal.

you knew it wasn’t going to be easy—the kitchen was loaded with mres—but luckily, the chefs from last night left a couple things behind.

you found mac ‘n cheese, green beans, chicken strips, and lettuce. it was more than plenty to work with, but you were excited to cook regardless.

opening the cans of carrots and green beans, you dumped them into their respective pots, adding salt and pepper as well as butter, to them both. you placed the chicken on a tray and popped them in the oven, and chopped up the lettuce and placed it into the fridge.

after about fifteen minutes, everything was done! you were happy and smiling and very excited to feed your teammates! you knew they loved your cooking, and they were so grateful when you did cook.

you grabbed out plates and cups, putting a little bit of everything onto their plates. you knew that most of them didn’t mind their food touching, but alejandro was sorta picky and didn’t like it when his veggie juice touched other foods. adding tea or water into certain cups, you’ve backed away to admire your work. it was beautifully done and you felt so proud!

“boys! dinner!” you yelled, and much like a stampede, they all came running—except for könig? “made y’all chicken, mac ‘n cheese, salad, and some green beans with carrots to go along with it. it’s important to eat your veggies.”

“thank you lass,” ghost and a few others said. you knew that even though some didn’t say their thanks, that they were still thankful.

“thank you love,” price chimed in, after you’ve passed all plates out—except for königs and yours. they all walked over to the room next to the kitchen and flicked the tv on, three of them on the couch and two of them in the loveseats.

grabbing a plate yourself, you proceeded to add whatever you wanted onto your plate. you always served yourself last when it came to making them food. you didn’t mind, you knew very well that they required more calories due to how much more extensive their training was.

you looked at königs plate, popping it into the microwave for a minute to keep it warm at least. you knew it wasn’t far behind the others, always showing up after the others all have settled into their seats. you grabbed yours and looked at the boys: there weren’t any seats left, and you didn’t like sitting on the floor. you sighed quietly and sat at the table near the kitchen.

there was a lump in your throat, however. you were so excited to finally cook for your team, for your family, but then they go into a different room and turn the tv on. you wanted to talk them, wanted them to talk to you, share stories, all that jazz. the laughter they shared just then didn’t help the lump go down either. your elbows were hanging off the table and your fork poked at your plate. you weren’t even hungry anymore.

you were too far into your mind that you didn’t notice könig grab his plate from the microwave and sit down at the table until he reached out for your hand. you looked up at him and although you couldn’t see it, you knew his eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes staring at you.

“are you okay, y/n?” he sounded so worried, removing his hand away as he sat straighter, raising his mask just to his nose before he went to take a bite.

“not really that hungry anymore.” you cleared your throat, offering him a weak smile as you stared back at him.

“pft, such nonsense maus! this is really good.”

you looked away, biting your lip as you sat in silence for a brief moment. you looked back at könig, only to see that he has his spoon up in your face, offering you a bite despite having your own plate right there. “c’mon, take a bite!” he shoved it closer to your face and you laughed softly, allowing the spoon to push past your lips.

könig pulled the spoon away and chuckled. “see? it’s good isn’t it, ja?”

you felt much better now that your best friend was eating at the table with you, making you laugh <3

image credit found here

[residentrookie]

I’ve only recently discovered your fics and just want to say I adore, adore, adore your writing! I’ve reread the sicfics and you’re the remedy on repeat. Your carer James is the most beautiful thing on the planet. Please, please give us more! NFU killed me though… broke me! Help!

this is so kind thank u sm 😭 listen, if the people want more hurt/comfort jeggy i will not deny them, it’s my favorite thing to write and also to consume it’s just!!!!!!!!!!!!! nothing like it i fear!!!!

[anto-pops]

I just recently finished HL and I HAVE BEEN CONSUMING ALL YOUR FICS LIKE A WOMAN STARVED. I AM IN LOVE. THANK YOU FOR THE SUSTENANCE SMUT MOTHER.

Also, TSP is my current obsession and I will kiss the ground you walk on.

AAAAH YOU'RE WELCOME !! I'M GLAD YOU'RE EATING WELL !!! The Masterlist™ is definitely my own personal holy scripture, I'm always a fan of seeing people work their way through it LMAO

Also no kissing of the ground necessary, come up here and kiss me on the lips instead 💕

[imaginespazzi]

oh so what i’m hearing is we’ll possibly get THREE fics from you within the next week?👀

golden hour final chapter? (tbh i’m feeling bittersweet cuz it’s ending, but happy that they’ll end up tg **knock on wood)

all fell down part 3? (already started reading it, might as well endure the angst)

then a valentine’s day fic? (oh you might be cooking. this will either be a fluff, angst cuz we can never truly know with you. you like making people suffer. or like explicit content cuz some of your anons have been suggesting it)

TN game: also yeah, no expectations. just go out and win, but win with good habits. it’s not gonna be a perfect game, we all know it. the atmosphere is gonna intense. but just need another ranked win and hopefully an amazing game from PSA

can’t wait for your post-game thoughts

-🗑️

I'm ngl lovie, the only one you're guaranteed to get is All Fell Down chapter 3. Everything else is very much up in the air but I'll try to do at least one of the other two.

Though I'm not gonna lie, last night's game reeeeeeally fucked up my motivation to write so....we'll see

[avanillaopus]

I read that grief is just love with no place to go, and God, I would go anywhere. I would go to places with no names. If you went somewhere I couldn't follow, I would find a way because without you, every place exists to be empty. Cities stand in silence. Lights go out. Every conversation, every laugh, every deep breath and heaving sob gets sliced in half. Every word anyone says is an echo of all the times you promised me you were going to stay. The silence on the other end of the phone leaves me a decaying husk; the wind sweeps right through me, and it hurts. My whole life is a bruise, turning red, turning blue, turning green, then purple, then red again because it hurts all the fucking time. Nothing has changed. I still stick my fingers into all my bleeding wounds. I pull them open to let the light in, but there isn't any. I'm back on the edge of that yawning black hole, looking in. I stare for so long it starts to stare back. I start seeing your face—your startlingly blue eyes and your easy smile, the cheeks I liked to lay my hands on. I stare for so long that I forget who I am, how to speak, how to do anything but love you even though my love has no place to go. I would run into the pit if I knew you were in there with your arms open for me. I would let the blackness swallow everything I am, everything I'll ever be, just to look into your eyes one last time and beg for it not to be the last time. If I can't run, I will crawl. I will drag myself bleeding along the floor just to ask you to love me a little longer, just for one more day. Because nothing has changed for me. I'm still right where you left me. h.w

[loviestar58]

hai,love!!!❤️

Since Christmas is coming soon, I want to make a special request for that special day.🤭

Vi,Viktor,ekko,and sevika ( if you writer for her ) With lovely,cutey fem s/o giving them christmas presents.please

Btw, nice to meet you and merry christmas (in case i forgot to say it) 🎄❤️🧁🎁

🎄~Fem!Reader Giving Christmas presents~🎄

Ooohhhh this is such a cute one!😭💖

Nice to meet you too! And Merry Christmas/happy holidays!😊

This is definitely perfect for the holiday season, this is a must-do request!

For this, imagine yourself/reader in a cutie Santa dress. Whatever your mind comes up with!🤭

Also could be seen as a modern!au or just from the show, I just took some liberties with settings

Enjoy‼️💖

Vi:

🥊~It'd be another freezing night in the undercity, both you and Vi would be spending it in your shared apartment together. Snow gently falls outside, some small flecks of snowflakes sticking to the windows alongside the frost on the edges, creating a pretty shimmer over the glass. Vi would be relaxing on the couch, you by her side as you both cuddled up together under your giant heated blanket (best investment you ever had), watching some sort of cheesy Christmas movie that made Vi roll her eyes every few seconds. You, on the other hand, instead of watching the movie, we're watching the clock. The small arrow that counted the seconds ticking quietly, your eyes never leaving it, before it made it to 12. You started to get up from the very warm cuddle. "And where exactly are you going? You know, you made me watch this movie with you, and now you're leaving before it ends? What gives?" Her playful and teasing tone was not missed by your ears, especially when it was accompanied by that smirk of hers. You giggle, telling her that you'd be right back, practically prancing your way to your bedroom, barely able to contain the excitement that threatened to bubble up and out of your body. Vi would roll her eyes in amusement and wait, eyes back to the movie and not knowing how much time had passed before she heard the bedroom door open again, glancing to her side quickly and then double-taking as she saw you, now full on staring. You'd come back in different clothes, all dolled up as a cute mimic of Santa. "Ha, didn't know it was still Halloween, muffin. Wasn't expecting this. I'm not complaining though, you look..hot. Heh". Her eyes pierced through you, analyzing every curve and movement of your body. How the dress hugged your waist just right, how your thighs looked in the stockings you wore, and barely made it up to how your chest looked until you spoke up again, saying that it was officially Christmas, and you had a present for her. Holding your hands out, a sizable box lay in your hands. Vi blinked and looked up at the clock: 12:15 AM, now Christmas Day. Chuckling, Vi gingerly took the box from you and did so again as you plopped next to her on the couch, excitement written all over your face, anticipation building at Vi's possible reaction, which the pinkette couldn't help but find adorable. Taking the lid off the box, she gasped, eyes downcasted onto the object inside, her breath caught and chest tightening from the item. Pulling it out, a pair of boxing gloves revealed themselves, but not just any old pair, almost exact replicas of the ones Vander wore. You ask what she thought of it, if she likes it. Vi was almost speechless, thumb drawing small circles over the material of the gloves, memories flashing in her mind of the good days, the days of practicing boxing techniques with Vander in the basement of their home, Powder watching and cheering. Nothing else mattered. She didn't even realize a tear was falling from her eye until you panicked and tried to comfort her, saying if she didn't like it that you can take it back-

"No! No..it's alright, muffin. I'm ok, just..this is.." She was lost for words again, but found them again quickly as she smiled softly. "This is the best gift I've ever gotten..they look, just like his. And it's from you, which makes it even better. I love it. Thank you, muffin". Relief crosses your face as you let out a breath, leaning onto Vi and resting your forehead against hers, gently nuzzling each other as she wraps and arm around you to bring you closer, sharing a sweet and tender kiss as you wish each other a merry Christmas.

Viktor:

🩼~The lab was relatively quiet, only the soft whirring of the hexcore runes being shifted again and again, the bright blue light illuminating each time and bringing to light the exhaustion that lie all over Viktors face. Leaning back in his chair with a frustrated sigh, Viktor rubbed his eyes, bags underneath them dark and deep, all from way too many late nights. "Urghh..what am I missing?" He grumbles under his breath, eyes now staring dead at the hexcore in front of him. He had been staying up once again, another one of the many many sleepless nights he had been taking to figure out this mysterious rune-filled device. It was almost mocking him as it moved, pulsing it's blue glow as some runes shifted on their own. He felt his head starting to get fuzzy, slight dizziness falling over him before hearing a soft knock at the door, a specific knock. Your knock. The door opens as you step into the lab, Viktor having yet to turn around, already knowing it was you. "Hello, my love. I..I know it is late, so before you say anythi-" his long, pre-prepared explanation that he has made to you many times, knowing how worried you've gotten over him the past while, had got caught in his throat as he turned in his chair at the mere sight of you. You, standing there with a warm smile on your face, the dress that made your figure even more beautiful than usual, and of course the present in your hands. You say a soft hello to him as he continued to stare, not realizing he was repeating his own hello to you. "E-eh..hello, lovely. You..look incredible. What is this about?" You giggled, reminding him that it was now Christmas, and has been for about and hour or two, him glancing at the clock and realizing it for himself. "Ah..so it is. I- did not realize-" his eyes landed on the box again. "Is this..for me?" You nod happily, giddyness filling your body as you hand the box over to him, excited to see his reaction to your present. Viktor held the box on his lap and slowly began to unwrap it, the sounds of ripping wrapping paper filling the lap as well as cardboard being scratched against and opened. Reaching his hands into the box, he pulled out a small notebook and new looking fountain pen, the expensive kind. He smiles softly "A new notebook, and is this..oh my love, you did not.." You nodded excitedly, reciting the time he had mentioned wanting a new pen and that he particularly liked a specific brand of it, said it writes the smoothest for his taste. You explained how you recruited the help of Jayce to help track one down for you, seeing as how the brand he liked was rare and expensive, you told Jayce you'd pay him back, but of course he refused and said he was just happy to know he could help get something to make Viktor happy, and that made Viktor chuckle softly. "I must give Jayce my thanks when I see him again for his contributions of this gift. I love it, lovely. Thank you". He reached a hand up to bring you closer to him, placing the palm of his hand to you cheek and making you mean down and meet his lips against yours in a tender and soft kiss, full of gratitude and love for the gift. He holds the kiss for a good moment, always being the type to savor the feeling no matter the context of the kiss, before breaking it with a soft grin, allowing you to smile lovingly and wish him merry Christmas, and he does the same...then you start to scold him for staying up late again and tell him to go to sleep. And as usual he protests.

Ekko:

⏳~Laughter rang out throughout the base, young firelight kids running around in a traditional game of tag, or a mix of tag and a Snowball fight. Light snow fell to the ground, coating the area with a thin sheet of white that crunched beneath the shoes of everyone who stepped in it. Ekko stood on a balcony up on the big tree they called home, his big green jacket wrapped snuggly on his body to keep him warm as he smiled at the scene down below. The children playing always made his heart warm, glad they could find some joy in this chaotic world of theirs, and it made him know that he was doing things right. A small grunt broke his spaced out state, turning his head to see Scar besides him, not as bundled up as he was, a perk of being Vastayan, he supposed. "It's starting, as our leader I had to find you. Especially since your lover insisted this time" he spoke, chuckling in that deep voice of his. Ekko chuckled himself, shaking his head and pushing himself off the balcony to follow Scar down the tree, hoverboards being deployed within seconds. "Yeah, I'm comin'". By the time the two got down, feet crunching the snow beneath them, a circle of the firelights were in place, a big bonefire in the center of them all. Standing in the middle, giant bag in hand, was you. Dressed up the part to play as good ol' saint Nick, little bell on your hat jingling as you moved from kid to kid, handing out small presents you made yourself over the past month. You made sure no one was left out, having taken note of each person in the base, young adults included, and made them something personal for each one. As you kept handing out presents, Ekko watched you with a warm gaze, admiring your looks, and your heart. How you were such a kind and sweet girl to his people, going out of your way to do things like this for the time he's known you. You felt his gaze, turning to him and beaming that radient smile of yours that made his heart skip as you made your way over to him. "Seems you've been busy, you really got everyone something, didn't you?" You nodded happily, pulling two small boxes, the last two, out of the bag, you hand one to Scar and then to Ekko. Both men smiled at you, the Vastayan wasting no time in seeing what it was, pulling out a small pair of matching gloves, one for him and his baby, and he couldn't help the grateful look that washed over him, nodding in thanks to you which you returned with a hug, catching him off guard for a moment before he returned the gesture. Scar then left to go check on said baby, muttering a quick "Be right back" before leaving. Your attention returned to Ekko who had been fiddling with the little bow on the box, untying it as he felt your gaze on him, and lifting the kid. His eyes widened, pulling out a small wooden statue, carved in the image of a firelight bug, and then a pair of bracelets. You explain how they were matching, one for him and the other for you, each with your initials so you two can carry each other with you and be together, no matter where you are. "Firefly.." He whispered, his voice almost shaking. It'd been a while since he'd been given something so sweet and sentimental "..this is, beautiful. I..wow, you made these? How long did you spend on these? The details.." He trailed off, examining the jewelry and the small statue, box long forgotten on the ground. You stood there, proud of yourself, and feeling your heart swell at his reaction, lunging at him for a hug, stunning him for a moment. He smiled with a slight huff, putting the little presents in his pockets and returning the embrace, arms wrapping around your figure that seemed to mold perfectly against his, making his jacket come around you to create a bubble of warmth. His hand lifted to your cheek after a moment, lifting it up and bringing you in for a soft, sweet kiss. "Thank you, Firefly. Merry Christmas". You repeated it back, a gentle smile on your lips as you both got lost in each other's eyes, time stopping around you both, freezing this precious moment.

Sevika:

The door slammed open and then shut, the sound of it echoing throughout the apartment, Sevika stomping her way to the living room, cracking her neck and groaning in annoyance and anger. "Damn chem barons, oughta wring their damn necks..". With a loud plop, she sat herself down on the couch, letting out a giant sigh mixed with a groan as she rubbed her eyes. As if that would soothe any of her stress. The chem barons had been testing her patience lately, constantly ambushing her and picking fights, even if she always won, it still didn't make them any less annoying. Off in the doorway of your bedroom, you peaked around the corner, spotting Sevika on the couch and seeing just how stressed she was, watching as she fidgeted with her mechanized arm. You felt a small twinge in your heart, you hated seeing her so stressed and pissed off all the time, especially due to forces you couldn't control. After a moment or two of staring, an idea as well as a realization popped in your head, and a smile graced your cute face, giddy and retreating back into your shared bedroom. Sevika heard some rustling around in the room, having not realized you had been home the entire time. "Bunny? Is that you? Are ya home?" She called out to you, her voice sounding noticeably softer, as if she was happy knowing you were home. With no answer after a moment, she started to get up to find you, but quickly froze once you stepped back out, her eyes widening for a moment at the sight of you, a smirk appearing on her lips. "Well, what do we have here? Little bunny all dressed up for me?" You felt your cheeks heat up, a bit flustered at her usual teasing tone and giggling as you strutted up to her, gently placing a hand on her chest to make her sit back down on the couch, the other behind your back, and climbing up into her lap. She wasted no time in placing her hands on your hips, holding you close and kissing you firmly. "You're gorgeous, bunny. And based on the outfit, today's Christmas, huh?" She chuckled as you nodded excitedly, the other hand that was behind your back now coming to the front and presenting a small present box to her, which caught her off guard, but wasn't too shocked by the gesture. "Ooh, got me somethin'? Heh, I should've known". You chastise her, saying how you're not that predictable, but she begged to differ, recounting many times you've given her gifts, which made you huff playfully and roll your eyes and tell her to just open the present. She puts a hand up in fake surrender and did as she was told, unwrapping the box and prying it open with her mech hand, sharp fingers opening it up quick. She flipped the box over to dump the contents into her hand, a small item coming out and landing with a small metallic clink. "Is this..?" She started, looking up at you to see a proud look on your face. Why? Cause she was holding the lighter of a chem baron she fought. A brand logo she had mentioned before. "How did you get this?" You said one name, Jinx. And that was all Sevika needed to know. "So, you recruited the loose canon to get this for me? Heh..gotta say, I'm impressed. And..grateful". Her tone softened at the last word, flipping open the lighter to watch the pretty blue flame spouting out, smiling to herself as you wished her a merry christmas before closing it again and going in for another, more passionate kiss. "Thanks, bun. I love it" she said softly, making you giddy enough to hold her close in an embrace, her returning the gesture in full, savoring the touch. And that included some wandering hands that you felt on your lower back.

I think I did more work than I should have but like-

I love how this came out😭

I apologize for any mischaracterization, I did my best with this! But I hope you enjoyed nonetheless!😊💖

[ma-chi1993]

No but see my vision

Amore&Psiche!Gerita au where Amore is Feli and Psiche is Ludwig

[lvebug]

my train is a whole hour behind schedule 🧍

[saltcxrcle]

this

songs. literally the answer is always write an album inspired fic LMAO

...so what if i told you that i have in my notes app a series of one shots based on the GUTS album by olivia rodrigo LMAO

[theloveinc]

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