#his coat still look cozy tbh

[idiotwithanipad]

Me:

the honour of his blood.

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original photo from lindamuircostumedesign on instagram | edit by me

[capitanology]

within silence and solace | capitano x f!reader

synopsis: where you meet your beloved husband after he returns home from a long mission

content warning: nothing much tbh, just slight descriptions of blood/injury and that's it, all fluff hehe

word count: 1.2k

within the desolate manor, it was a rare occasion to have any sort of commotion. the only company you have is your personal maid and the silence that occupied the majority of your time. it isn't an unusual thing; ever since your union with the First Harbinger, you've learned to savor the tranquility that comes with his name and status. that is, being cared for and treated with utmost respect without any resistance or trouble.

perhaps those around you have noticed that each action done to you is extended to him as well. each strike against you is a strike against him, and nobody wanted to mess with a person like him. if it wasn't clear before, a certain incident with an insolent guest only further cemented the fact that you're the Harbinger's precious wife, with the way Capitano dealt with that arrogant man without any mercy as an example to the others who dare disrespect you. you were often alone since then, servants only appearing in times of urgent need or when you beckoned them.

all too afraid to make a mistake while serving you when the First Harbinger is in the palm of your hands.

sighing softly, you let yourself immerse in the peace and quiet of your personal library. your day went by the same as it did for the past few weeks, devoid of Capitano's presence. ever since he was called to deal with an unexpected mission, you've been quite alone trying to navigate in a household filled with nothing but the shadow of your own. of course, he isn't the most talkative nor the most open when it comes to spending time together, but he at least kept you company; listening to your stories, entertaining your requests to go for walks or out to town, eating meals together. as much as you loved being by yourself, you still missed the man you called your husband.

left to your own devices at your request without any interruptions, you returned your attention to the novel placed on your lap. curled up in a cozy armchair, kept warm by the burning fireplace, this was a preferred pastime of yours in this empty manor, especially when your husband's absence carved in a deeper sense of loneliness. with how hushed everything is, that's why when you heard the sudden clamoring of servants in this rarely noisy house, it tells you all that you needed to know.

swiftly snapping the book shut, you lifted yourself off from your comfortable position and made your way to the entrance of the manor. anticipation thrummed through your veins, pushing the thought of seeing him to the forefront of your mind. your heart thumped loudly, enough that you won't be surprised if anyone else could hear it. the moment you reached the top of the staircase, a subtle sense of warmth spread through your chest when your eyes catch sight of the man you've been waiting for. achingly, tirelessly.

his figure stood still amongst the bustling servants, towering over them with ease. from his disheveled look, it seems that he has just returned. just as you moved to go to where he is, his face turned to your direction, and despite not seeing anything, you could tell his gaze remained fixated on you even as you descend down the stairs. as if by clockwork, the servants seamlessly made way as you walked past, bowing before dispersing to give the two of you the privacy needed.

standing before him, your eyes take in the sight; coat stained with streaks of crimson, not missing even the metal armor of his helmet, his hair unruly and scratches all over. he was unkempt unlike how he usually was, but you would rather this than a grave injury, which you notice is absent. letting out a small breath of relief, you let your gaze move to his face, an empty void encaged by his signature helmet. without any words, your hands reached out to cup his cheeks (the most of what you could anyway), the cool metal making a slight shiver run down your spine. almost instantly, his body softened, tension leaving with just a single touch from you. your lips lifted slightly at his reaction, warmth blooming in your chest.

it seems that you weren't the only one yearning for the other.

"welcome home," your voice went into a whisper, only for him to hear.

at your words, Capitano could only press his face further into the palms of your hands, as if seeking for more of the comfort that only you can provide. letting him bask in this moment a little longer, you then pulled away to start removing his dirtied coat. it seems that he didn't take it too well though, instead chasing after you, not wanting the moment to end just yet. his hands reached out to grasp onto your waist and pulled you a tad bit closer, your bodies nearly touching. the sudden proximity made your heart flutter and you feel warmth blossoming across your cheeks.

it has been a long time since you've been this close and you wanted nothing more than to be in his arms, but the patches of blood along the lines of his clothes reminded you of how he was fresh from the battlefield. shaking your head, you took another step backwards.

"later," you mumbled, looking away and moving behind him instead. "your coat first. i need to remove it, my love. it reeks of blood."

patting his back lightly, you waited for him to acknowledge your words. a moment passed before you heard a barely audible grunt—as if unhappy with your denial to let him stay in your warmth—and the shuffling of clothes. a little chuckle left your lips at his reaction, the image of him pouting like a little child making you amused. a few seconds later, a bundled up coat fell into your open arms, its decorative fur covering nearly half of your face.

without the humongous coat that he always had on, his figure had shrunk a little, but still maintained his built figure. at the sight before you, your gaze roamed the entirety of his being once again, except this time for a much more different purpose. it had been far too long since you were able to see him up close, just like this, and you took your time to appreciate the view you were deprived of for weeks.

the call of your name returned your gaze back to his face, and you could feel his amusement having caught you red-handed in your little moment.

"is something wrong?" his head tilted slightly, prompting you to answer his words.

"no," clearing your throat, you summoned the butler to take away his coat, pretending to play it cool despite knowing he had noticed the flustered look on your face at his subtle teasing. "you should hurry to the bathroom. the bath has been prepared for you for quite sometime."

"...if my wife says so."

his quiet statement was enough to make your heart go haywire, but you did your best to maintain a calm expression. nodding lightly at his words, you waited for his next action. and without fail, as he always did, Capitano reached out a hand towards you, palm open in an invite. your hand slid into his without hesitation, fingers intertwined in an intimate embrace. the familiar feeling of his rough skin, callouses adorning the corners of his fingers, made you squeeze his hand a little tighter, not letting go even as you both reached the wide doors of the bathroom.

finally, you get to feel his touch again.

a/n: first fic with some capitano fluff !! my first time writing a fic for him btw so pls forgive if its ooc LOL

[lunarmoves]

this gingerbread home

pairing: DCA sun/moon x reader

mentions: gingerbread house shenanigans, gender neutral reader (no pronouns used!), holiday goodness, not beta'd lol, sfw, post fire at the plex, relationship up to interpretation tbh

a/n: merry christmas @freakdoodles !! tis i, your secret santa! hope you enjoy this little fic full of cozy vibes and a gingerbread house gone wrong :3 happy holidays!

word count: 3.3k+

ao3 link

Your breath fogs against the window of your living room as you peer outside into the dark streets. Winter makes its presence known through the chill of the glass against your fingertips. Beyond it, snow falls gently to the ground to coat it in shimmering white. The deep blue shadows of the night dance across the layer of snow, chased away only slightly from the golden glow of a nearby streetlamp. 

You wiggle your toes through your fluffy socks, the warmth of your home seeping pleasantly into your skin. Faintly, you can smell cinnamon wafting through the air from the kitchen. You have half a mind to see what it’s coming from, but you are captivated by watching the tiny, crystalline snowflakes drift down from the sky. 

It’s a time before something moves somewhere behind you—reflected like a ghost in the window’s glass. You look over your shoulder just in time for a mug of something warm to take up the entirety of your vision. 

“For you, my dear!” Sun beams at you, gently nudging the mug against your cheek. The smell of cinnamon is stronger now, intertwined with something distinctly chocolatey. 

“Thanks, bud.” You give him a smile and reach up to grab the mug from his hand. It’s like cupping your palms around a small flame, warming your hands and sinking into your skin. You smile down at the small mountain of whipped cream topping the drink and hiding the rich, velvet brown of the hot chocolate. You take a sip—and immediately regret it. 

“Careful!” Sun warns with the hint of a snicker as he watches you stick your tongue out in dismay. The tip of it is a bright red. “It is still rather hot, I’m afraid.” 

“You couldn’t have said that beforehand?” You roll your eyes half-heartedly and instead scoop up a bit of the whipped cream with your tongue before reeling it back into your mouth. The whipped cream is cool as it melts sweetly in your mouth. Better, if minutely. 

“I would have thought it’d been obvious it was right off the stove,” he retorts with all the affection in the world, giving your shoulder a little squeeze. “I have sorely misjudged your eagerness, I think.” 

You sniff and go in for another, more cautious, sip. It’s worth the slight burn on your tongue, the chocolate deliciously coating it and causing something pleasantly hot to settle within the inside of your belly. You sigh happily and have to force yourself to take on a more mockingly somber tone as you mess with him. “And after all the time we have spent together…” 

Sun chuckles and wraps a lithe arm around your shoulders so he can gently pull you from your spot by the window. “And I thought I was the dramatic one! Enough of that, silly. I have everything set up and ready for us!” 

You grin, all sharp teeth and delight. “Oh, sweet!” Your gaze roves over to the living room as Sun starts to guide you there. Sitting atop the little coffee table in front of the television are the unpackaged materials of the gingerbread house kit you’d bought a couple of days ago at Sun’s insistence. Once he had seen it in the store, he’d been rather adamant about getting it for one reason or another. 

(“Come on, Sunshine!” he practically begs you as he holds the kit up in front of your face and wiggles it enticingly. “It’s the perfect activity to do together!” 

“Mmmh, I don’t know, Sun,” you say, pretending like you’re thinking it over. You’d been sold on the idea as soon as you’d seen him pick it up, but it’s still fun to tease him from time to time regardless. Not that you’ll ever admit that out loud. “It gets pretty messy and I know how you can get with messes…” 

“It’ll be fun either way!” he insists, tucking the kit under his sweater-covered arm so he can clasp his hands together and stare at you with wide, white eyes. “Just think about it: you, moon, and I making a little house together out of frosting and candy!” His voice takes on a bit of a dreamy, enchanted quality.

You hum, letting the seconds tick by as you put on a show of heavily deliberating it. You rub at your chin with your fingers. “Okay, fine,” you say with a smile, crossing your arms behind your head. “You’ve convinced me.” 

“Yippee!” he cheers and swiftly sets the kit into your shopping cart. His rays do a happy little spin that you find so utterly endearing combined with his eagerness. “You won’t regret it!”) 

Sun lets go of your shoulder once you both get close enough to the coffee table and you set your mug on a nearby coaster before plopping down onto the floor. Tucking yourself closer to the table, you regard the pieces of gingerbread and small packets of candy.

“Have you and Moon decided on how you want to divide the work?” you ask as you slide one of the candy packs closer so you can squint at the designs. This pack contains little green gummy Christmas trees coated in granulated sugar. Cute.

Sun lets out an “mmhm!” as he folds himself into place next to you—pretzeling his long limbs into fitting under the coffee table. His knee juts out slightly over your thigh, and you poke at it gently with a grin. It only makes him lean his leg’s weight further onto you—the checkered pattern of his red and black pajama pants contrasting against the deep blue of your own.

“We have come to the agreement that I would help with assembling the house and we would both get half of it to help you decorate!” he says proudly, splaying out one of his hands on his chest. The Christmas sweater you’d gotten for him hangs a little loosely from his skinny torso, but it’d been the closest size you could get for his disproportionate body.

“Moon doesn’t want to help with the, I dunno, ‘architecture’?” you wonder with a raised eyebrow, making small air quotes with your fingers. 

“Nnnnope!” Sun replies cheerfully. He reaches out to pull the materials closer to you both, his voice lowering into a not-so-quiet whisper as he leans down closer to your ear. “Between you and me, I think he’s just being lazy.” 

Knowing fully well that Moon is likely listening in on the conversation, you snort. “Yeah, that sounds just like him.” 

Sun only grins at the flatness of your tone and turns back to the table. “Alrighty! Enough stalling! This house isn’t going to build itself!” He grabs the gingerbread kit’s packaging and flips the box over to read the instructions on the back of it. “First we need to add icing along the edges of the walls…” 

The instructions seem simple enough. While you pipe icing in the designated places, Sun carefully sticks the pieces together and holds them in place for a few minutes so they don’t immediately fall apart. The smell of gingerbread overtakes the gentle hint of cinnamon from your drink. The bag of icing in your fingers is soft and pliable from Sun having defrosted it in warm water earlier. 

Once three of the four walls of the gingerbread house are standing, the instructions say to let them sit for fifteen minutes. Unfortunately for the gingerbread house, however, Sun is not that patient. 

“Bud, it’s barely been ten minutes,” you say in amusement as you watch Sun start applying icing to the last wall to attach it to the others. 

He waves a hand at you in dismissal, already pressing the last wall firmly to the edges of the previously erected ones. “It’s fine, Friend! Everything is still standing on its own, I do not think we need to wait that long.” 

The hint of impatience you can glean from his voice makes you huff out a small laugh. “I thought you liked to follow instructions?” 

“Yes, well.” His rays tick back and forth as he holds the walls together to let the icing settle properly. “In this instance we can take them more as a suggestion.” 

You think he just really wants to decorate the gingerbread house itself, considering that’s his forte. Rolling your eyes, you drawl, “Alright, if you say so.” Who are you to stop him? Hopefully the icing holds properly, though you can’t help but warily eye the skeleton of a house as you fiddle with the chain of one of your necklaces. 

With all the walls of the gingerbread house now assembled, it leaves the slanted roof to be carefully placed on top. You add the icing to the two pieces in the required locations, then lick off the extra that had gotten on your fingers (it’s sweet, almost overbearingly so) while Sun meticulously joins the pieces together to complete the bare-bones gingerbread house. 

“Okay!” he says as his hands hover just above the top of the roof, scrutinizing it to make sure the pieces don’t slide off. Miraculously, they hold. You’re a bit impressed. “How much icing is left?”

You show him the piping bag in your hands, and he contemplates it for a moment before nodding. 

“Perfect! Hand it over.” He opens a hand and makes a grabbing motion that causes you to chuckle to yourself. He’s got his game face on, determination lining all the intricate metal and silicon features of his faceplate. You set the bag atop his palm, and he closes his long fingers around it. “Now for the fun part!” 

You end up watching as he carefully squeezes a steady stream of icing from the bag to trace the outlines of the doors and windows on one side of the gingerbread house. It’s a bit captivating; he is exact with his application, the lines of icing neat and straight. He offers the bag to you at one point to see if you want to add icing along the roof, but you decline in favor of sipping at your still-warm drink and watching him. 

“Wow,” you say when he finishes with the icing. “It looks straight out of a stock photo.” 

He’s iced exactly half of the house right down the middle—even the front door only has half of it done. He really is sticking to the fifty-fifty arrangement with Moon. And honestly? He’s done a better job than you can ever hope to imagine. You would be envious, but well, he’s a robot. It makes sense. 

Sun looks proud of himself as he sets the icing down. “Of course! I am nothing but precise!” He reaches over to grab a pack of small candied leaves and pops it open. “And now, the decor~” 

You lend a hand and pop open a candy packet yourself—this one has tiny, multi-colored hard chocolates in the shape of Christmas lights. But after lazily sticking some of them into the icing Sun swirled along the edges of the roof and watching him fiddle with them afterwards—making them neater or swapping some out so the colors are in a better arrangement—you decide to let Sun take care of it all. You designate yourself to supplying him with the candy, finding amusement in his concentration as he makes a direct copy of the image displayed on the gingerbread house’s package. 

It’s almost scary how accurate it is, from the loops of icing on the roof to the gumdrops lining the windows. 

“Aaand done!” Sun exclaims as he wipes his hands of icing on a spare napkin and stands up. He observes the house from all angles and gives it a solid nod. 

“Looks great, buddy,” you compliment as you lean against the table. By now, your mug of hot chocolate is empty, and you secretly mourn the loss. 

“Now all Moon has to do is live up to my highly placed expectations,” Sun says brightly as he walks over to the light switch. He pauses, then adds sarcastically, “As I’m sure he will.” 

You grin, following his movement with your eyes. “Aw, don’t put him down when he’s not even here to defend himself.” 

Sun scoffs and places one hand over the switch, while the other knocks gently at his head. “I assure you, he is not even attempting to.” 

With a flick of his fingers, the lights go out. You avert your gaze as you listen to the shifting metal of his body. The living room is dark, but not overtly so. The lights from the small Christmas tree in the corner of the room are bright enough for you to see, but not so much that it will impede Moon, you think. 

Speak of the devil, you jump slightly when Moon plops himself down directly next to you and immediately leans into your space. 

“What a lovely gingerbread house,” he rasps out as his arm presses into your own, the bell of his nightcap brushing against your shoulder. You eye his expression—the mischief making itself known in the curve of his mouth and crinkle of his eyes. “Sure would be a shame if someone were to… mess it up.” 

“Moon,” you warn, shoving at him slightly so he can stop leaning all of his weight onto you. He relents with a snicker and rights himself properly. “Don’t you dare ruin Sun’s hard work.” 

“Wouldn’t think of it,” he drawls with a sharp grin, slouching forward as he grabs the icing bag from where Sun had left it atop the table. “One might say I would improve upon it, actually.” 

“Somehow I heavily doubt that,” you reply flatly and watch as he squeezes the piping bag in his hands. Some icing shoots out of the tip and lands haphazardly on Moon’s side of the gingerbread house. He doesn’t seem bothered by it. You have a feeling you know how this is going to end up. 

“Shh,” he says and spins the plate holding the gingerbread house around so he can better access its bare sections. Red eyes flick over it with no small amount of slyness. “Let Santa Moon work his magic, Starlight.” 

Five minutes into watching Moon apply icing to his half of the gingerbread house, you realize by “magic” he meant “utter chaos.” 

He doesn’t even bother to make his lines neat—in fact he seems to be actively going out of his way to be as sloppy as possible. Whereas Sun was careful not to make too much of a mess on the table, Moon does not care. Icing gets everywhere. Crumbs from the gingerbread litter the area around the plate. You watch as a small ball of candy rolls off the table and lands somewhere on the plush rug covering the floor. Sun’s going to have a conniption with this—may already be having one, actually.

You’re more amused than anything, especially when Moon finishes with the icing and starts slapping the candy everywhere on the gingerbread house. There is no rhyme or reason to it, just utter vibes, you think. He passes you a packet of the tiny Christmas lights candy, and you join in helping him to decorate his half—trying to salvage it at least a little bit. 

The resulting gingerbread house, at the end of it all, is something that makes you break out into peals of laughter. 

“Oh god.” You chuckle, wiping your fingers off on a napkin. “It looks awful.” 

And indeed, where one side of the gingerbread house is neat and perfect, the other looks like it came straight from an elementary schooler’s nightmare craft project. The juxtaposition makes you snicker to yourself.

Moon grins, his eyes flicking down to his hands to observe the icing covering his fingers. Somehow, he’s gotten a dollop on his faceplate. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” 

You snort and gesture at him to lean down. He obliges, the warm light from his optics gently caressing your face as you reach up to wipe away the icing near his static smile with your napkin. And when you pull away, his faceplate almost seems to chase after your fingers before he stops himself and instead watches you attempt to clean up the table. 

“Okay, fun’s over,” you say lightly as you eyeball all the crumbs. It may be a good idea to run your vacuum around the table as well, considering. “Help me clean thi—” 

But before you can finish your sentence, your eyes catch onto the gingerbread house—that tips precariously to one side as the roof pieces start to slide inevitably downwards. 

“Oh shit—!” Your hands dart forward in an attempt to catch the falling pieces. Icing gets re-smeared all over your hands. Candy gets displaced as your fingers fumble around them. You do your best to straighten the gingerbread house, grimacing all the while. Ah, you had a feeling this was going to happen.

Moon giggles as he watches your vain struggle to fix what he and Sun had worked so hard on (Sun moreso than Moon). You manage to get it standing properly again, but one of the walls has collapsed completely and the others look like they aren’t faring any better now that the icing is giving in. 

You sigh, feeling a wry smile tugging at your lips. “I knew we should’ve waited the full fifteen minutes.” Not that you think that would have made much of a difference. 

“Down it goes~” Moon croons, not even lifting a finger to lend some assistance. His eyes are upturned in delight as he sways slightly side to side. “How the mighty fall.” 

“Yeah.” You pull your hands away and watch, slowly, as the gingerbread house collapses into itself and lays on the plate in a sad heap. Moon is silent as he watches with you, though you can tell he wants to laugh. It makes you suppress your own chuckle. “You think there’s any salvaging that?” 

“No,” is Moon’s short response as he pokes at one of the gummy Christmas trees, then picks it up to mime eating it. You do a nose exhale when his eyes flick over to you to see if you’re watching. 

“Well, what does Sun think?” you ask, feeling your lips twitch at his antics.

“He is mourning.” 

“Pfft, sorry Sun.” You make a move to run your hand through your hair, but catch yourself when you see the icing coating your fingers. “Ah, that’s okay. It was fun while it lasted! We can do something else.” You turn to look at Moon, who meets your gaze with his own curious one. “Any suggestions?” 

There is a moment where Moon regards you, his head tilting to the side. Then, you watch as his pupils flick down to his icing-covered hands before looking back up at you. His smile stretches across his faceplate. 

Oh. You know that look. 

“Moon,” you warn as you scooch away from him. “No. Don’t even think about it!” 

“Think about what?” he asks slyly, starting to lean your way. 

“Abou— Moon!” 

You are too slow to dodge his swipe at your face—icing gets smeared from the corner of your mouth and up your cheek. Faintly, you can register its sweet taste. Your jaw drops open at the audacity of it all, and you scramble up to your feet to put more distance between you and him lest he repeat the action. He doesn’t follow you, only slowly stands in his spot as you shuffle backwards whilst giving him the stink eye. 

“Moon, I swear to god if you do that shit again,” you threaten him as you hold your hands out defensively in front of you, “I’ll—” 

“You’ll what?” Moon asks with a mischievous grin, already bending at the knees in a pose that you are all too familiar with. Uh oh. His eyes squint into ruby slivers. 

Your mouth closes, and you ponder your options for a few seconds before giving him a short nod. “Okay. Yeah. I’m gonna run now.” 

“Good,” is all he says before he abruptly lunges towards you. 

And as Moon chases you throughout your home, the poor remains of the gingerbread house are forgotten and replaced by the sound of your laughter and the gentle tinkle of his bells.

[onehundredelevven]

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, could i request an angst long form fic (or if you want it can be short, whatever you feel more comfortable with) of choso x reader (or whatever other jjk man you would like), and we find that he has a new friend (a girl friend) and we had a very important date with him (anniversary or whatever) and we stay there, but that day it was freezing cold and he lefts us there to go to another place with his friend, and a lot lf angst, wheter the end is fluff or angst is up to you:DD

If you dont want to do it or you dont have time its okay:DDD

HERE U GO BABES !!! I'm finally back from the dead. This is nothing too nice tbh, I still feel like crap. Idek if this has a lot of angst TT

☆☆☆

Left In The Cold.

Choso Kamo x reader

contains: angst, hurt w/ comfort, happy ending ofc(surprisingly)

You stood at the edge of the park, breath forming small clouds in the freezing air. The cold bit at your fingers, even through the gloves you’d worn, and your toes felt like ice inside your boots. You shifted your weight from foot to foot, glancing at your watch for the fifth time in the last ten minutes.

He was late.

You told yourself it was fine. Choso wasn’t the type to forget something as important as today. He’d been the one to insist on this anniversary date, after all. “I want to do something special for us,” he’d said with that soft smile of his, the one that always made your chest feel warm.

But now, as the minutes stretched into an hour, that warmth was nowhere to be found.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you fumbled to pull it out, hope flickering in your chest. Maybe he’d gotten stuck somewhere, or maybe something urgent had come up, and he’d explain everything once he got here.

But it wasn’t a call or an apology. It was a picture—a story he’d posted, a shot of him and her.

His new friend.

They were sitting in a cozy café, steam curling from the mugs in their hands. She was laughing at something, her smile wide and easy, while Choso leaned closer, his expression soft.

The caption read: Needed a break. This place has the best hot chocolate.

Your chest tightened as the image blurred in front of your eyes. You blinked hard, your breath hitching, and shoved your phone back into your pocket.

The cold seemed to sink deeper into your skin, and the weight of the realization hit you all at once: he wasn’t coming.

You stayed there for a while longer, convincing yourself he’d show up, that he’d remember, that this wasn’t what it looked like. But as the hours dragged on and the sun dipped below the horizon, the bitter cold became unbearable.

With trembling hands, you wrapped your coat tighter around yourself and turned to leave, tears stinging your eyes.

---

By the time Choso got home, it was late. He kicked off his shoes, the warmth of the café still lingering on his skin. He felt lighter, more relaxed after spending the afternoon unwinding.

But when he stepped into the living room and saw you curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, something twisted in his chest.

“Hey,” he said, his voice cautious.

You didn’t look up.

“...You’re still awake?” he tried again, walking closer.

“Barely,” you replied, your voice flat.

It took him a moment to notice the faint shiver in your frame or the redness around your eyes.

“Were you crying?” he asked, his brows furrowing as he crouched down in front of you.

That was the last straw. You sat up, the blanket falling from your shoulders, and glared at him. “Do you even remember what today was?”

Choso blinked, confusion flashing across his face. “What?”

“Our anniversary, Choso.”

His heart sank, realization hitting him like a punch to the gut.

You laughed bitterly, though the sound held no humor. “I waited for hours. In the freezing cold. And you—” Your voice cracked, and you shook your head. “You were with her.”

“Wait—”

“No, don’t,” you snapped, standing abruptly. “Don’t you dare try to explain this away. I saw the picture. You looked like you were having a great time while I was standing there, hoping you’d show up.”

“I—” Choso struggled for words, his chest tight with guilt. “I didn’t mean to—”

“But you did,” you said, your voice trembling. “You made a choice, Choso. And it wasn’t me.”

Silence fell between you, heavy and suffocating.

“I’m sorry,” he finally whispered, his voice barely audible.

You let out a shaky breath, wiping at your eyes. “You always say that. But it doesn’t fix anything.”

Choso reached out, his hand hovering near yours, but he didn’t touch you. “I messed up. I know I did. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you.”

“You can’t just fix this with words,” you said quietly, stepping back. “I need time.”

---

Time passed, and true to his word, Choso worked to earn back your trust. He showed up—consistently and wholeheartedly. He didn’t shy away from the discomfort or the guilt, and he didn’t rush you to forgive him.

On what would’ve been just another cold winter evening, he surprised you.

The park was lit with soft, twinkling lights, the frost glittering like stars on the ground. Choso stood there, bundled in a thick coat, holding a thermos in one hand and a bouquet in the other.

“I know I can’t undo what I did,” he said when you approached. “But I want to make new memories. Better ones.”

You stared at him, your heart aching in your chest. He looked nervous—vulnerable in a way you rarely saw—but his sincerity was written all over his face.

“I’m still mad at you,” you admitted, though your voice was softer this time.

“I know,” he said, his lips quirking into a faint smile. “But I’m not going anywhere this time. Not until you’re ready.”

You took the thermos from his hand, feeling the warmth seep into your fingers. “You better not screw this up again.”

“I won’t,” he promised, his gaze steady.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, you believed him.

[the-raindeer-king]

SELKIE👏SOAP👏 big brain stuff. Don't get me wrong, the Dullahan is my favorite of all mythological creature. I have a whole figurine a foot tall of one on my shelf. But Selkie Soap hits so hard. He'd so be the type to leave his coat out at your house all the time after dating and knowing you're his person. 'Oh, whoops Soap left his weirdly heavy and thick coat here again', 'Oh look, he's calling asking if you can bring him his coat' after a while he gives up and just throws it on you tbh. Let him be yours, damnit!

If selkies are always cold without the pelt, I wonder how important warmth is so Soap. You cuddled up and comment how warm he is, or how warm and cozy it is under the blanket(and pelt cause ofc) with you? Absolute heart eyes. You probably just said the equivalent of something so serious and loving and he's fawning

Big brain shit

AND BEAR SHIFTER PRICE the rumbles the RUMBLESSS takes 'bear hug' to a whole new meaning. Yes he adds honey to his tea, he will bite if you comment on it (if you're not one of the very few he really trusts and cares for that is. If it's say, his wonderful partner, they'll get smothered with a kiss an' a cuddle and maybe a nip at most. Gotta take care of his lil' love after all.) Supreme den to sleep in. Dark room, probably painted like a dark brown or something so it's really dark dark once the sun goes down. California King size bed, so many blankets, heavy ones he can shift around into certain ways. Pillows everywhere, AC cranked LOW low so he can cuddle his sweet partner so so close without them overheating, leaving them clinging to him in their sleep bc he's so warm. Probably loves smelling your scent, and scenting you so others smell him and know to leave you be

ELDRITCH GHOST THO!

He's always there. Haunting those he hunts and those he loves and it's such a rare thing to be so vehemently focused on tbh. As his enemy, it's an endless looking sense. The dark is too dark in certain spaces but not all of them. The quiet is too quiet when they step into a specific spot but take two steps away and they can hear their brain thinking again. On the flip side, you never feel like you're alone. There's always something right around the corner, right behind you that you can't see. Yes, Ghost is there physically, and his body almost feels like there's soft layers and hollow inside. But when hes not there, it's like he is still. A drink on the counter when you wake, a towel on the sink when you shower, the blankets moving and being tucked around you as you settle to sleep, even if you not moving, especially when it's dark.

And 100% I don't see Gaz as a harpy. I think you're on with a Naga though. Notoriously hard to kill (as we've seen with all the shit Gaz gets into (cough cough, helicopter, cough cough)) ruthless on the job but Amicable unless disrespected off the job (usually used as guards in mythology) and I'd go a step farther and say I could see him as either a Boomslang(one of the 10 fastest snakes, cause Gaz isn't super bulky but he's light and quick and snaps to where he needs to go yk?) also a beautiful black/green combo and slimmer species that I feel would fit him well, highly venomous and hang out in trees, idk if that's fitting just a fun fact.

Oooh just imagine going to pick him up after a rough mission. He's still on guard, alert, serious, and once he sees you he's snapping to you, already holding you close, the midsection of his tail winding up to press against the back of your legs, pressing you closer. Mumbling quiet words with a light hiss to them as he draws you in, seeping up your warmth. He's a cold blooded creature, can't you help him warm back up? 🥺

Anon, you and I are on the same wavelength and I love you (platonic).

[redbleedingrose]

Traditions ~ Cassian x Reader

 Summary: You teach Cassian a family tradition 

Warnings: slight angst, infertility, tbh mostly fluff

A/N: OMG 2.7k-ish words later!!! I am so sorry to have kept y’all waiting. I know you asked for an Azriel piece but this one was just stuck in my mind. Anyway, I guess this is the time to thank you all for 1.3k followers! That is huge and totally unexpected. I am forever thankful! Please leave your thoughts in the comments below, I always appreciate your likes, and love your reblogs. Let me know if you want to be added to my general taglist. Enjoy! 

Your mate gaped at you from where he was seated on your large bed, several feet away from your vanity he had built with his brothers as a mating gift when you had finally accepted the bond. It had been nearly an hour since you had emerged from the bath that Cassian had first started after your supper. You had joined him when the water was still piping hot and as the water had gone luke-warm, your needy husband spent the entire bath running his large, calloused hands all over your body, massaging your sorest parts every now and then, and squeezing at your soft flesh in any place he could without earning a smack on his thigh. The warm pot roast with mashed potatoes settled into your stomach with a glass of red wine to follow, had you feeling sated and cozy while you rested against Cass’ chest. Time well spent cooking with the general, who was barely able to keep his hands off you, until you nearly kicked him out of the kitchen, settling for the occasional spank on your ass. 

You calmly moved into the next step of your nighttime routine, circling your aloe cream into your cheeks and under eyes, ignoring your pouting mate who whined in the background, trying to get your attention to pull you away from your seat and into your bed. When you had walked out of your shared bathroom, you wore nothing but a silk robe that ran down to right above your knees, exposing your newly moisturized legs that smelled of his favorite honey and milk lotion. Cassian was feeling almost feral at the sight of you, wanting nothing more than to toss you over any surface so he could have his way with you for hours. Maybe, you wouldn’t be getting the rest you had planned on, and you were okay with that. But, right now? This was your time to relax, to ease into the night, to let the various worries of the day slip out of your mind and into the dark abyss of tomorrow. 

So, he sat. 

He sat on the large bed, with his arms crossed over his chest, huffing and puffing with his jaw hung open as you heated the fresh hyssop oil in your hands, coating it in your palms before running your fingers through your hair. You hummed in contentment, sneaking a glance at your impatient husband, sending him a sneaky, yet, gentle smile before massaging the silky liquid through your scalp all the way down to the roots of your hair. You watched him through the mirror, as you continued to hum, staring at you with his head tilted to the side in curiosity, his pupils blowing out his cinnamon mixed with copper iris’. 

Not once had your dear husband ever asked what it is that you were doing, not once did he ask what your nighttime routine actually was. He never asked why it took so long, he never asked why you had so many steps in the process. He only stared at you in wonder. You weren't exactly sure why Cassian never felt the need to ask, but you had assumed it was because it didn't matter, despite how strange it looked, as long as you were at peace in the end. 

It was simple, really. A tradition that had run in your family for centuries. Oiling your hair that is. Your great grandmother had done it to your grandmother, your grandmother had done it to your mother, and your mother had done it to you. It was a form of love, of devotion, and of doting on someone you love. It always brought memories that felt like balm after a long, difficult day. Your mother used to sing you hymns as she settled you between her knees on the floor, rubbing the oil through her hands to warm it before pressing it into your hair.

 She would run her hands through your hair softly, “it will open up your mind, my sweet little bird,” murmuring to you her love as she would bounce her fingers against your scalp. After she was done, she would press a kiss onto your forehead before braiding your hair and then sending you off to bed. The tips of your fingers played with the ends of your hair that you had weaved into that simple braid, sliding it over your shoulders, and easing back into the soft white chair you were seated in before calling out to your mate, “C’mere my love.” 

He shot out of bed obediently, rushing over to where you were seated, grinning as you spread your legs open, slowly and sensually, till your knees were fully spread apart, exposing your glistening sex. You tilted your head back with a smirk, watching his reaction. The poor male was nearly drooling at the sight of his mate all spread out for him, his pretty eyes sparkling with what could only be described as pure hunger for his mate. “Get on your knees, Cass.” Not a second later, he fell to his knees, right in front of you, growling at your scent that seemed to bleed into the room, his soft hair falling forward over his shoulders as he leaned over to take a huff of your essence. You couldn't help but let a breeze of laughter escape you, resting your foot flat against his shoulder and pushing him back without much force. “Sweetheart,” he started with another growl, reaching up to rest his hand on your ankle, “Not yet, General,” you interrupted with another chuckle, “turn around.” 

“B- But–,” his hungry smirk fell into a forlorn expression that made your smile widen, “Nuh uh Cassie baby, turn around,” you twirled your finger around in a spinning motion, trying to motion for him to turn faster. Your poor mate sighed before following your order, willing to do whatever you wished, even if it meant tasting your cunt later in the night rather than right now, like he so craved doing. He expected you to be playing one of your games, though he wasn’t sure what it was. Even after centuries of being together, you still managed to find ways to surprise him, keeping him on his toes, or rather, his knees, and keeping the spark alive in your relationship. You sent a stroke of love and satisfaction down your vibrating bond, soothing his restless soul as his thumb continued to stroke and press into your outer ankle that was resting on the padded floor next to his hip. 

You lifted the vial, using the dropper to access the oil that you had used only moments prior, humming the same tunes your mother used to when you sat in the same position as Cassian is now. You settled the vial back onto the glass vanity, warming the oil in your hands as you leaned forward towards your mate, pressing a kiss into his temple. His eyes fluttered shut, resting his cheek against your knee before turning his head to drop a swift kiss onto the exposed skin. He lingered for a moment, smiling into you, pulses of an overwhelming sense of adoration and warmth emanated through your bond from him. It was so clear to you how smitten he still was with you, how devoted he was with you, how he still delighted in your presence even if it meant pushing off your most intimate display of affection for whatever it is that you have planned for him. 

He more or less whined as your soft fingers burrowed into his hair, running along his scalp, his head nearly falling back into your lap, reveling in the feeling of you bouncing your fingers into his skin. His jaw fell open further as you gathered even more oil before running it through his silky ink hair, making sure to cover every single strand with it. It glimmered in the soft lighting emitting from the fireplace as you brushed his hair back with your fingers, pulling the tips to the top of his scalp to coat every end. Cassian couldn’t even force his eyes open to watch, his head had begun to lightly pulse at the sensation of his beautiful, wonderful mate playing with his hair. He hadn’t felt this relaxed in weeks with the new conflicts in Illyria sending him and his brothers over the edge with tension and anxiety. His lips lifted of their own accord into an open smile every time he felt you press a sweet kiss into his forehead, smoothing down any residual wrinkles of stress. It was when you pushed his head back up with such ease that he sat back up, thinking you were done with whatever it was that you were doing.

 He found, pleasantly, that he was wrong. 

Your fingers shifted through his hair, pulling it back into what he could've sworn would be a ponytail, but you let his hair go, letting it fall back to his shoulders. He could feel you hesitate, shuffling closer to him and pressing your legs closer into his side. He waited patiently, unsure of what your next step would be, startling slightly when you began whispering as your hands ran up his spine, “Have you ever wondered why I put this oil in my hair, Cass?” Basking in the feeling of you so near, your warmth radiating off you, your scent almost overwhelming, he murmured an agreement, pressing a kiss onto your other exposed knee. You grinned down at your mates euphoric state, a state similar to the ones that only happened after hours of love making, continuing with your mistrations at his shoulders before threading his hair in your warm grasp to form a simple braid. 

Words began slipping out of you like sweetened tea, and Cass listened intently, always wanting to bury every single statement you uttered into his memory so he would never forget, “It’s a tradition that has run through my family for generations. It is said that hyssop oil that is freshly pressed is extremely hydrating to one's hair, and that it helps refresh a person's aura. And so, as tradition goes, my mother would do this for me, warming the oil right in her palm as a form of love, nearly soaking my scalp and hair in it, following that with a simple braid to let it enrich my hair and my aura. And she would sing some hymns to me in the old language while doing so. If there ever were a way to calm me down, it would be this. I guess you could say, it is a way to show your affection to someone.” You rambled softly, hoping that Cassian wouldn’t mind you doing this for him, that he would understand, and that hopefully, he would let you do this again. 

His warm hand was now fully pressing into your ankle, squeezing it thrice every so often, an easy smile lilting his beautiful rugged face while you babbled on, “It’s sweet though, if you think about it, Cass. My grandmother did this to my mother. And my mother did this to me. And maybe one day…” you paused, anxiously looking down at your mate who had finally opened his burnt cinnamon eyes to look up at you like you were a goddess to be worshiped. He squeezed your ankle once again, this time more firmly, stabilizing you before pressing a hard kiss into your plush lower inner thigh to reassure you into continuing. You cleared your throat, pushing down the small, painful lump that had formed, “And maybe one day, I can do it for our future babe, whenever that will be.” 

It had been almost three years of you trying with Cassian to have a babe, and it still hadn’t happened. No matter how many potions Majda had given you, no matter the reassurance Cass and your friends from the inner circle had given you, especially Feyre, it still hurt. It still didn’t make any sense to you as to how it hadn’t happened yet. And you knew. You knew that sometimes, it could take decades for fae, even longer for Illyrians. But that didn’t mean it hurt any less. That didn’t mean it was any less difficult. You and Cassian had both hoped that it would happen relatively quickly, given how quickly Feyre had gotten pregnant with Nyx. But that didn’t seem to be how it worked out for you both. 

And it was hard. 

It was painful. 

You had spent nights crying yourself to sleep over it not happening. Every month, when your cycle would come, it felt like another stab to your already bleeding heart. You couldn’t help but feel as though you had failed. Failed at reproducing. Failed at being a female. Failed at being a mate. 

But Cass never let you feel that way for long. His constant reassurance and strength had been the only thing in recent months that had been helping you push through this period of difficulty in your life. He was the perfect male, the perfect husband, the perfect mate really. Not even for a second did he blame you for your troubles with infertility. Not for a second did he make you feel incapable. He was truly your rock against the crashing waves that kept you standing. 

And you loved him for it.

And he loved you for it. He always would.

You were so deep in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed Cassian was now turned towards you, sitting up on his knees and staring at you in concern, his calloused hands resting on your cheeks, stroking away the stray tears that had slipped out. You sniffled, trying to smile at your mate as you snuggled into his palm, raising up your own hand to rest against his, “your braid will slip open my love, turn around so I can tie it.” He started to shake his head, “Sweetheart– ,” you hummed, not letting him finish what he had planned to say, patting at his broad shoulders with a small grin rising on your face, “C’mon Cassie, quickly.” 

His iris shifted between yours, looking for any signs of remaining sadness that had seemed to slip out of you as quickly as it had come. And when he found none, he nodded slowly, pecking your lips before turning silently and resting his ass against his shins. You remove the hair tie that has been wrapped around your wrist, gently tying off his braid before running a finger down the length of it. He catches your wrist, pulling it around his body towards his front and planting kisses right along the inner portion, resting it on his chest to where you can feel his heart beating at your fingertips. You blushed at the sensation, the pulses of love he sends down your already buzzing mating bond provide a source of comfort that you could not begin to describe. 

“I love you, sweetheart, so much,” his voice barely above a whisper, but you heard it loud and clear, “and we will have a beautiful little babe that you can do this with.” He shifted, hooking his arm under your thigh and swiftly pulling you out of your chair and into his lap. You landed in his embrace with a yelp, his arms pulled you further into his hold allowing him the access to peck your flushed cheeks, the tip of your nose, the edge of your jawline, the base of your forehead, and finally, your lips. His kiss sent tingles from your lips down to your heart which morphed into butterflies that exploded in your soft tummy. Cassian held you there, moving his lips in gentle succession until a smile formed against your lips. He ended the kiss with another soft peck, “But until then, you can continue your traditions with me. All that affection and love you are saving for our future babe, you can give some for me to hold onto until the mother blesses us. What do you think?” A huff of a breath escapes you in a barely formed laugh, your smile too large for you to contain as you lean up to kiss your husband again, nodding once while watching his own smile widen, right before returning your lips against his.

General taglist: @nyotamalfoy @brekkershadowsinger @kennedy-brooke @fieldofdaisiies 

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[gooeygoldies]

Y'know what surprise post it's Otacon time he's on my mind rn (I have had some of the songs I've assigned to him on repeat lately) pokemon au is back!! Og mgs, mgs2 and mgs4

BUT YEAH!! POKEMON!!! he's one of my -if not the- most developed character au-wise in regards to pokemon and teams and things so yuh yuh under cut my insane person rambles

Okay SO we are going by game.

Mgs

- Porygon and Magnemite: Very straightforward the hacker/engineer pokemon duo!! He got them in college. His buddies his pals

- Sobble: actual plot here! It was a gift by Sniper wolf, who had Intelleon as her main pokemon. It is very much like him in the first game (cries and can turn invisible, in this au he got the camo gear idea from Sobble!!) and is perked upon his shoulder always. Also the water type is a sad little connection to the.pool. yeah. Anyways, he leaves it behind after leaving shadow Moses cuz he isn't a crybaby anymore!! Character growth!! The Sobble is okay don't worry about it

- Venonat: in au-lore. Originally assigned cuz I felt they looked alike, also a nocturnal pokemon to accompany him! But it was a pokemon he saved from being attacked by wolf's mightyenas (stand-in for wolves) it helps him sneak around shadow Moses thanks to its enhanced sight!

Mgs2 (now we get more into my own lore)

- Porygon2 and Magneton: Evolved!! Thanks to philanthropy that is, now they battle alongside snake and Otacon and are key helpers in all things electricity. Magneton is especially key in destabilizing electrical power sources

- Patrat (Shiny): Shiny bcs the color scheme felt cuter, but aside from that its here to match the 'eyes in the sky' role Otacon has now. A little sentinel! It keeps guard if accompanying snake or Otacon in missions.

- Swadloon: its all cozy and cooped up like. Like a nerd. But beside that, and it's role in the future (aka MGS4) it's main function is to sew up any torn garments, and helped Otacon make the new sneaking suit.

- Joltik: you know the bug things set to record conversations in spy movies? Make it an actual bug. Also it eats electricity so its a rlly good pal to have on the computer.

- Helioptile: It's actually a power generator!! Solar powered friend and I'd feel it would've been caught while moving around for philanthropy

* Venonat: He's still there!

Mgs4

Porygon2 & Magneton: Same ol' guys

Galvantula, Watchog, Heliolisk, Venomoth: They all evolved! Even if they spend most of their time in the nomad, Otacon took the time to train all of them after Snake's health started deteriorating just in case they needed to protect Sunny.

Leavanny: Honorable and separate mention! The nanny pokemon and it evolves by friendship. Evolved not long after Sunny arrived into his life, as the pokemon category implies, it takes care of Sunny as well!! Main caretaker whenever Snake and Otacon need some backup in that regard

Rotom: you know Rotom dex? Think metal gear Rotom... Rotom gear. But it's the mk.II instead. Rotom powered! The little dude also helps with every day appliances with it's usual forms

Beheeyem: It matches his sleeker, cooler look. That concept art with the coat? It's the cooler nerd pokemon

Porygon-Z: Used to be Emma's, and it ends up being the last puzzle piece in FOXALIVE in this au. She gave it to him before, y'know, spoilers but dying and all dat!

Well that's it!! I love Otacon he's so me I'm so him. Nerds with big glasses... Hopefully if I get the energy I'll do more deep dives like these but tbh for Snake his team is p static. Whatever !!! Ty guys for listening gn !!

[mollymaywrite]

Christmas with James Potter

headcannons!!

CW: none just pure cutesy fluff!!

hasn’t been proofread sorry if there’s any small mistakes :3

This man loves christmas more than anything and this year he gets to celebrate it with you??? He couldn’t be happier!!

He wants to try out like every christmas time date there is!!

You guys are gonna be baking together down in the kitchens, decorating gingerbread/making gingerbread houses , going on walks, building snowmen, decorating your dorms even getting into snowball fights that end up with you two cuddling in the snow so he’s doesn’t get ‘too cold’

I can see him buying you so many gifts he ends up having to make you an adventure calendar of just full sized presents so it’s not all too much for you to open on Christmas day.

During the evenings he will cuddle up with you on one of the big arm chairs by the fire straight up REFUSING to let go sit by yourself so he can keep you nice and warm.

He would spend extra time learning strong charms to keep you warm while watching his matches/practice, but he would still make sure you chuck on one of his massive jumpers anyway.

His excuse would be for your comfort but you both know that the charm alone would be fine and he really just loves how you look in any of his clothes.

Talking about his clothes he will be more than happy to give up his gloves,hat, scarf or even coat to you while you go on dates in hogsmede. He really would hate to see you cold.

His mum would be super happy for you to go over and spend christmas round her house with all the Marauders too. I feel like she’s the kinda mum to just love you like her own daughter. you guys can do all kinds of things together their like baking ( i really wanna make a oneshot of just baking with James, it would be so cute!!) and long bored games cosied up with all your friends in the potters living room.

while staying at the potters you too would go on even more dates in the muggle village near their house, you’d go to cute cafes and visit the town christmas tree. all the cute stuff!!

There is actually no way you guys aren’t going Ice Skating together!!

while at hone (or school) he’d get even more cozy and flirty than usual. he’s rather have you sitting up close to him (or on him tbh) just to make it warmer. he seems like the kinda person to hate being cold. (me too!!!)

He wouldn’t want to leave your side at all. :3

I saw a Tiktok (i can’t remeber who by) but they made a post saying james and sirius would point at EVERY SINGLE deer christmas item going “it’s james!!” and that’s honestly so real so i wanted to add it in.

[hotcat37]

Woke up N the first thing I saw was ur OTP ask game post N f4n *KNEW* what 2 do so here I am :3!! 54, 42, 39, 34, 30, 21, 13, 10, 7 N 3 for Bojere pls! (U don’t gotta do all of them if it’s 2 many N Deaf! Jere AU preferably cuz it’s been idk how long but that fic *still* has a chokehold on me N U bet my Ass is gonna be wrapped in a f4 ton of fluffy blankets with snacks N plushies as soon as U bless us with a new chapter!! X33

~^*•.’+ BOJERE BEAM GO!

I'm glad the AU lives in your mind rent free 👀 Thx for sending some numbers!! :3

54: who's more likely to carry the other to bed?

Probably Bojan because he likes to pick Jere up and carry him around randomly for fun haha Jere does also have strong arms though so it's not out of the question for him to carry a sleepy Bojan to bed and tuck him in <3

42: what's their favorite type of weather to enjoy together?

Snow for sure <3 They love making snow men and playing and watching the snowflakes fall. They also just find it cute to see the other bundled up in a big winter coat and a cozy scarf💞

39: who would rescue an injured animal and nurse it back to health?

I can see both of them doing that tbh They both have huge empathy for animals so both of them would be on board with helping an injured bird or abandoned cat or something. But I do think Jere would be the one to play responsible adult at some point once the animal is healed again and explain that they have to set it free even tho they've both gotten attached to it

34: who's more likely to tell a dirty joke to make the other blush?

Jere 👀👀 He can be surprisingly raunchy lmao The fact that he communicates mostly through text and looks so innocent is something he uses to his advantage. No one would suspect a thing if Jere casually shows Bojan the dirtiest message you can think of on his phone lol While Jere is often the one to start things, though, Bojan tends to be the one to finish them 😏

30: your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits, what are they wearing?

Jere: he'd really love to see Bojan in leather so he'd give him a pair of his own pants and a leather shirt so he can swoon over his handsome Bojan 🥰 Bojan: he's putting Jere in more skirts... 1, because it's sexy. 2, because Jere really does look nice in skirts <3

21: who would get into a fight to defend the other's honor?

They're both pretty protective but unfortunately Jere is more likely the one to be harassed or treated rudely by a stranger so it's more common that Bojan would (fiercely) defend his angel. Bojan doesn't get angry easily but if someone is mean or hurtful to Jere he can become absolutely livid. Jere prefers to avoid conflict but he's not above using a right hook to protect his Slovene 💪

13: who's the bigger tease?

I couldn't really choose one in particular. Bojere have a really playful dynamic so the teasing is pretty equally divided haha

10: describe their first date

Something active. Maybe like a bowling date. It'd be just something lighthearted, something they'd do as friends. Except whoever scores a strike first gets a kiss 🤭 Hand feeding each other fries n whatnot 🥰 Then at the end Bojan would try to pay for everything but Jere distracts him and ends up paying ahead. Bojan is devastated until Jere tells him he did the math and Bojč can pay his half of the bill later. Equality 💪💪 Afterwards they walk to Jere's dorm together hand in hand ♡

7: would they build a pillow fort together just because?

100% They'll have sleepovers on the floor surrounded by pillows even though there's a perfectly fine bed waiting for them

3: do they wear the other's clothes?

Yes 🥰🥰 Jere likes to wear Bojan's hoodies and rings. Bojan also wears Jere's sweaters cuz they're oversized anyways and also his socks cuz Jere has a bunch of socks with fun patterns :3

[theanimekid]

War's Kindle Winters

Synopsis: War spends his first winter with you in your grandfather's cottage

Warnings: fluff, sleeping, laziness, heavy snowfall, cuddles, Soft! War

A/n: I did it for the sake of curiosity. And I'm a little proud tbh

*Flashback*

The snow had fallen to the earth, the trees were covered in a blanket of white, and little snowflakes danced in the cold air like ballerinas. You stood in the middle of the forest, A faint winter coat, gloves, snow boots, a case of arrows on your back, and your bow in hand. A deer wandered into your vision sniffing at the frozen ground, you let out a tiny sigh as smoke left your mouth, You grabbed the arrow, raised your bow at the deer, and pulled the string along with the arrow. You let go of the arrow as it flew in the air and shot at the deer's neck. The deer stumbled to the ground. You raced over to see that the deer is dead.

A dark shadow stood behind you in a menacing way, you turned around to see a demon in a dark cloak with red horns in the show. You smiled calmly knowing that it was just your grandfather, who you called since he didn’t tell you his real name. He looked around the area the sound of howling and growling filled the snowy grounds. He held out his hand, “Come now, we must head home before it gets dark.” “ Yes, Grandpa.” You answered sweetly as you dragged the dead deer with one hand and the other holding his. The two of you walked together back into your cottage in the mountain of winter.

***

It's been 25 years since then... 25 long years.

The sound of crunching snow and hooves echoed the first You and War rode side by side as you both trotted in the snow, you came to a stop at a familiar tree with a gash mark on it. You're close. " Come on, we're almost there," You said as you rode your horse past the marked tree, War soon followed you. The winds sang lowly as the flakes of snow danced in the earth. War has been by your side since he first met in The Crossroads, alone, your instincts heightened, and weapons ready at your side. He was utterly shocked to see a human wandering the dead earth for a century. Now, he's riding with you in a forest, following your lead. " It's here... after all these years it's still standing." You spoke to yourself as you stood before you the cottage in the mountain, it's like nothing changed nor touched since you left.

War went beside you as you looked at the wooden home with a little perplexity and a bit of sadness like you were here with someone before. Got off your horse, and you led her to the small stable house. War and Ruin watched you curiously as you locked up the gate in front of her horse. She walked into the buried snow towards her cottage.

War soon followed, his giant footsteps echoed through the dark room, with one swift of flame magic you first lit the empty fireplace. The fireplace blazed but soon calmed down, dancing like one small but giant light, you sighed as took off your armor and fur and lay on the small long desk. You turned to see War carefully observing since you walked in You offered your hand to him, " Come now get comfortable, we'll be here for a while. " He stared at you curiously and a little shockingly, no one in all his years of existence has ever shown this type of... feeling of genuine kindness and acceptance. He took off his armor piece by piece, except for his sword, he keeps it at all times. He followed you inside your home, and you stopped in the middle of the living room. " Wait here, I'll be right back,""You requested, as you hurriedly rushed upstairs to get him some clothes that can fit his muscular build. You came back down, with a checkered sleeve shirt and decant pants, you gave him the clothes and shoes him the way to the bathroom.

It was War's first winter with you in your grandfather's cozy cottage. As the snow fell heavily outside, the two of you huddled together inside, enjoying each other's company. War had never experienced anything like this before, and he was fascinated by the warmth of the fire and the softness of the blankets. As the days went by, War found himself becoming more and more relaxed around you. He had always been a warrior, always on the move, always ready for battle. But with you, he didn't feel the need to be constantly vigilant. He could let his guard down and just be himself.

One lazy afternoon, as the snow continued to fall outside, War found himself dozing off on the couch. You were curled up beside him, your head resting on his chest. He could feel your breaths against his skin, and he felt a sense of peace that he had never known before. As he drifted off to sleep, he found himself wondering how he had ever lived without you. You were his rock, his shelter from the storm. And he was grateful to have you in his life.

The rest of the winter passed in a blur of lazy days and cozy nights. War and you spent hours talking, laughing, and cuddling together. And as the snow melted away and spring began to bloom, War knew that he would always treasure his memories of that first winter with you in your grandfather's cottage. For War, it was a time of growth, of learning to let go of his fears and embrace the warmth of love. And he knew that he had you to thank for that. You had shown him a side of himself that he had never known before, and he was forever grateful.

[the-possum-writes]

Fiona and Cake: FaC!Fern X Fem!Reader

I don't have much other than that I just wanna see that tbh. No smut is the only rule. That's a lie- the other rule is to have fun writing this. No smut and have fun.

❥Character: Flora Mertens (Fem!Fern)

❥Tags: SFW, established relationship, snowy cottagecore

❥Synopsis: It's winter season and you're left helping Flora by chopping wood and keeping her company.

❥A/N: I'mma be real and admit I didn't know what to write for this request and kept postponing it, sorry if it's on the short side. But hey, I still wanted to do some fanart for her.

"That'll do," you say as you let go of the ax after chopping the last log in half, removing your gloves to rub your calloused hands together. Since the majority of forest animals hibernate once the snow falls, it is silent outside.

The snow-covered dirt crunches under your shoes as you pick up the extra logs surrounding the chopping block and stack them in your arms before bringing them inside your tiny hut. You piled your wooden stack next to a coat rack when the door banged shut. Upon hearing two pots shuffle in the kitchen, a female voice says "How's the weather?" from inside your isolated home.

"It stopped snowing, and it's not as cold so maybe we can head out for a walk later." you suggest mainly because cabin fever has been eating you from the inside out these past few weeks but Flora doesn't share your sentiments.

"I'll pass, even if the weather is fine i hate feeling the cold snow biting at my feet." she expresses with a complain.

"Come on Flo, the clouds look really pretty and soft during the sunset. Besides, I bet it gets pretty lonely and quiet here when i run errands at the village." you insist while removing your excessive coat and scarfs.

"You're just jealous my heaters keep me company at night." she taunts.

"Jealous? Hah! It's like a tropical forest in there, I'd evaporate the moment I take a step inside!" you cross your arms. "I'll keep staying in the guest room thank you very much."

Flora walks in the living room with two mugs in hand but all you can do is stare in bewilderment at your roommate's choice in clothing. "Pfft, what are you wearing?" you suppress a chuckle but failed to hide your smile.

Homegirl looks like she's prepared for the next ice age, she's wearing at least 6 layers of sweaters and two blankets thrown over his shoulders for good measure, the shuffling you heard from the kitchen comes from her bunny slippers that barely contained her pointy feet wrapped in socks and legs warmers.

"What do you mean? It's my winter clothes." Flora responds with annoyance, more than aware that her choice of clothing looks like a bundle of laundry.

"You look like the pile of clothes on the side of my bed." you laugh, standing up to retrieve your own scarf from the coat hanger on the door entry.

"Yeah, yeah I know I look ridiculous but if you were in my place you'd know how bad plants have it during winter." Flora defends, almost regretting to bring you hot chocolate.

"I didn't say it looks ridiculous, rather I'd say you look comfy, like when we get together to watch home movies," you place your scarf around her neck and tie it properly, the final cherry on top to complete her cozy outfit. "There, you left a part of your neck exposed." you complement her, placing a kiss on you forehead as you take the mug from her hand.

The gesture and compliment has Flora's mood change, softening her expression as she takes a seat on the living room couch. "Now that the wood is chopped up and the fire is burning, how about we finish watching that TV series we left behind yesterday?" she pats the empty spot next to her, an offer you can't deny.

[deadrlngers]

formal, informal, outerwear, and footwear for fenix and zefyr? 👁️👁️

character design questions

formal: What's your OC's formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?

fenix: god it's so difficult to imagine him in smth formal, i feel like he'd dress up only if forced. he loves looking fashionable but more in a disinterested type of way. if he somehow gets forced into smth formal i so bad imagine him wearing either a double breasted jacket or like a very plain combo of blazer jacket + shirt and slap on some dress pants. no tie or whatever, he greatly hates those, you really need to put in some hard work to convince him to wear one. STILL THO once he gets all dressed up his mood goes from grumpy cat to smug peacock the moment he realises he looks pretty hot. he'd take a photo, send it on the group chat and write smth dumb like 'who's going to suck me off sloppy style in a corpo office now?' (<he gets kicked out of the chat)

zefyr: i think they don't exactly care about looking formal but they DO care to look important, statuary, like oozing off power. so if the occasion calls for it i think they would wear smth like some cool ass sorcerer robe, just to underline that they are a big shot, someone to fear for their power. many silver decorations, maybe an intricate breastplate that's more for show than any use. they would wear jewels on their horns, bracelets or gems hanging off them, maybe a few on their tail as well. decorate their claws, wear their hair in some complicate style with something pointy poking out of it like spikes or idk. zefyr would 100% go off with the style, they came to serve cunt

informal: What's your OC's lazy-day look? How do they like to dress when they're winding down?

fenix: picture this. some kind of t-shirt with holes in it because 'who cares, it's not like anyone is going to come judge me at home' and with smth dumb written on it like this guy has fire bussy, that or he doesn't wear any shirt at all, i wouldn't complain tbh. either some plain shorts if it's hot or sweatpants (AND SOCKS. HE'S COLD.), he basically looks like he just came back from a 20 hours shift.

zefyr: they basically live in the middle of nowhere of a forest in some kind of cozy cabin sorrunded by a forest so their lazy-day outfits consist of something very simple, light fabrics, a tunic or a shirt and an opened jerkin on it. something comfy for their legs like wide legged pants or maybe they are wearing a light robe and breeches and they sometimes tend to walk barefoot in their own home or out in the nature

outerwear: What's your OC's outerwear situation? Jacket, sweater, cloak? What sort of weather do they deal with most and how do they protect themselves?

fenix: he lovessss a good jacket, if it's not like extremely hot then you can bet it all that he's going to wear a jacket. leather, denim, suede, shearling jackets, all of it (vesper steals them a lot). tho he doesn't wear anything that goes past his waist (so like a coat etc) because he needs to show off his ass, god bless. sometimes you could see him wear a turtleneck but everyone makes fun of him every time he does so he doesn't do it often..the gang just loves to make fun of him, vesper genuinely likes the look <3 if it's hot outside then he's going to pull out his light shirts and tank tops, he hates sweating, summers back in italy where hell for him (i get him)

zefyr: draconic bloodline and all i want to believe zefyr isn't greatly affected by the cold, hot blooded creature they are!! but at the same time they really don't like the cold in general so they will cover up a lot, cloaks, more layers, fur, whatever you could do to fight off the cold. they like warmer temperatures better but not extreme, thankfully they don't have to deal with it. they don't wear any cloak if they are wandering through the forest, they dress pretty plainly if they are exploring for erbs and whatever they might need

footwear: What does your OC wear on their feet?

fenix: talked a bit about his obsession for boots in a previous ask..he loves cowboy boots baby!! brown, lightly worn out just enough to make it look cool, black boots that get to his ankles, and his absolute faves which are pointed boots, either plain slick black or smth decorated. he likes combat boots as well, but he wears them way less, usually when he wears a very simple outfit or has no big plans for the day or he's just lazy and tired

zefyr: a pair of boots never failed anyone!! they wear comfy plain boots that get just below their knees mostly, sometimes they could go wander around barefoot and if they want to Go Off as said in the first question then they are going to pull out something extreme like idk, boots with pointy ends with intricate designs

[crystallizsch]

okay ack hi im finally gonna 💥💥💥

THE‼️‼️ GIRLS‼️‼️‼️‼️ THEIR SWEATERS 😭😭😭💖💕 THEYRE SO ADORABLE I WANT TO CHEW ON THEM AFFECTIONATELY. AND THE SANTA JAMIL DOODLE IN THE CORNER—

ALSO THE HOT DRINKS. THE SNAKE JAMIL PLUSH. MONOPOLY AND UNO.

THE VIBES ARE SO HOMEY AND RELAXINGGG

ALSO FAYROUZ IS ABOUT TO OBLITERATE MAYU WITH THAT +4 😭😭😭 AND YUUSHA JUST WATCHING THIS GO DOWN—

HOWD THEY SURVIVE TWO FRIENDSHIP-ENDER GAMES ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

UGHFHDHSHS IT’S SO COZY AND CUTE WE LOVE HOLIDAY NIGHT AT RAMSHACKLE‼️‼️ (jamil will be invited later. maybe.) (actually him specifically is not allowed ❌❌❌)

i love this so much syder i wish i can properly express it and also dont mind me rambling more below im just 😭💖💕💕

i don’t think i’ve expressed how i love this so much or else it would have been a whole essay in the messages AND ITD FEEL AWKWARD HDBJS

i just want to point out first of all i have bias because these are like. my favorite type/genre of art?? like domestic/slice-of-life vibes with so much environmental details that gives character and storytelling to the setting and the characters in it— im just eating it up and i love picking them apart + theres like a blend of simplicity and complexity to it (and to your style specifically) that i cant properly descrivbe but im love it so much i just love catching little details theyre so fun and engaging and im aghdhhsjsj (this is catered to me specifically actually /jjjj)

i wanna talk about the other ones too—

i love the oz and mayu one so much. SNOW STATUE BUILDING‼️ ONE OF MY FAVE TROPES 💥💥💥THE SNOW SNAKE WITH THE RIBBON 😭💖 and the way it still has that signature jamil look + it has the ozbnnuy and mayuborb as its little companions aghh

oz’s winter coat and mayu’s red outfit are so adorable as welllll 💥 they have different vibes of clothing but theyre still both dressed like people you’d love to meet out in the snow i love them 😭

and the last one with the KIBBIES- i love how raven and mayu are just chilling too,,

i see leonya’s tail underneath the table- and honestly tbh it’s been a while since i played neko atsume so i cant catch the blatant reference BUT oh i love how theyre just chilling with jade and nyamil— the little cars-

mayu you are forever beloved i love her 💥💥💥‼️

ANYWAYS thank you SO SO much syder (and also to felle hi if you see this too) to being such great friends yall are honestly some of the best people ive met— happy holidays much mwah much love you deserve the world 💥💥💥💖💖💕😭😭

A few holiday presents for some friends! Hope everybody has been having a relaxing holiday season ☃

Character tags: Yuusha @crystallizsch, Fayrouz @fell-e, Oz @viperbunnies, and Raven @raven-at-the-writing-desk

[vampzzi]

                                    CHAOS IN THE FOREST        Yazoo x gender neutral reader (afab anatomy)  Rating; Explicit !!

     I did warn you <33 ; creampie, fingering, ooc yazoo, vaginal sex, neck kissing/marking,squirting, shirtless yazoo, hints that Yazoo is jealous, nipple play, rough sex, not beta read

Author note; Yazoo and the others deserve so much more love, like there’s no smut on him and if their is it’s sephiroth/yazoo. ion wanna see that tbh

WORD COUNT ; 2K

You were offered by Loz to help them find their “Mother” and you agreed, you’d talk to Sephiroth on separate occasions and they heavily reminded you of him well Yazoo seemed to have his own vibe going but yk. As you both walked through the cloudy forest, the wind blowing as the sun was slowly setting the smell of outside in your sense as your feet had random shocks of pain in them as you fell back into Yazoo as he grabbed you and made you stand straight. 

“Could you try and be less clumsy?” he said in a calm tone as his voice rang through your ears and you gulped and looked back. “Sorry Yazoo, my feet are killing me.” He let out a hum as he turned around. “Well, we should set up camp” Kodaj immediately looked at Yazoo, “but we need to find our mother.” “But, we also need to get some rest,” Yazoo responded. “But napping could be spent on finding her!”  

“Kodaj, we’re taking a break and that’s final.” Yazoo's tone was darker and more sharp as Kodaj let out a groan of frustration. You guys continued to walk through the forest leaves crunching under your feet as the crickets began to sing and the animal began to get into their homes as you guys finally found a spot taking the backpack and pulled the tent out, Yazoo set up the tent you’d be sharing with him but you decided to help. You guys laid down a plastic tarp on the ground while you gathered the poles and the tent as you guys laid out the body of the tent. Making sure the poles match the groomets as Yazoo pushes you back so he attaches the poles.

This took around 30 minutes before you snuggled into the tent, it was small but cozy. Yazoo let out a sigh as he unzipped his long coat letting his bare show, he was slim but muscular. This made your lips part as you took in just how beautiful he was, his facial features, his green like cat eyes on the mole on the side of his lip, his beautiful lips so soft and well cared for. So kissable, you couldn’t help yourself as he snapped his fingers pulling you out of your trance “hm?!” you respond quickly as if you were listening. 

“You zoned out.” He simply said as you looked away a small sorry leaving your lips as he smirked as his arms wrapped around your lower body as the sound of crickets and leaves being crunched. It had to be like 9pm but you could hear Loz and Kodaj talking to one another. Yazoo was rather a quiet person, hell the quietest of the group but you could understand, you love hearing him talk his voice laced with something had you drunk on him. 

Now, here he was shirtless on his back looking at the tent ceiling while he was lost in thought? You decided to strike a conversation “what are you thinking about?” he turnt and looked at you “Mother. We haven’t found her yet. I know where she is but something feels as if it'll get in my way.” He’s stressed. You inhale and exhale and turn on your side to look at him “You’ll find her, and we’ll defend whatever is in the way.” you answered a lil too hyper, Yazoo let out a chuckle to this. “That put me at ease.”

 He made eye contact with you as your eyes burnt into each other, his majestic green eyes burning into your sparkly ones, both lost in each other’s gaze. You didn’t realize that his hands were still on your lower half, caressing your hips slightly with one of his rough hands. “Yazoo..:His eyes flicked to yours as your lips crashed together, his hands tightly on your waist as you kissed desperately, he could feel your desperateness as he bit your bottom lip making you yelp as he pushed his tongue into your mouth as you let a little moan still listening to the others conversation as the blanket shifted under the both of you. 

The tent was getting rather wam while it was chilly outside, he part his lips as you licked your lips tasting him on them as he cockily smirked as his attention went to your neck, a sentence came slipped from his lips before they were on your neck “shh, don’t alert them.” you nodded to let him understand as you gasped quietly while he bit and sucked on your neck causing harsh rough spots to form, licking at them before releasing your skin that was now darken and bruising. He part your legs as his hand between them, his fingers running up the soft of your thighs as they went higher till they were to your shorts, he took his slender finger and pushed them against the crotch as you gasped out, you were already wet as you could feel the heat pulsing through the shorts as Yazoo could as well.

 “Already getting so turned on, from a kiss? So easy to please hm?” Yazoo took his hands and pulled the shorts off as you lifted your lower body up so he could pull them off all together. He discarded them beside him as his slim fingers went back to running up and down your underwear as your legs slightly shook and stumbled, bucking against his hand. He laughed at you as you felt humiliated, he pushed your panties to the side and pushed a finger inside you completely froze and moans choked to come out “y-yazoo, h-hngh..” You breathed heavily from the way his finger reached within your pussy, biting your lips as he traced the outside of your pussy lazily running his fingers through folds. He hit your bud of nerves while pushing a finger inside as you moaned low, he wriggled this finger around to test the waters before sliding another finger and slowly moving them and curling them as he watched your facial experiences as your thighs shook every once in a while. Yazoo decided to change the pace as he began to jack hammer his slenders finger into your wet, throbbing cunt the squelching loud sounds along with the rough slapping sound as he pulled his fingers out and slammed them back made you embarrassed. 

You prayed the others couldn’t hear this all going on as you moaned out, the volume getting too loud for Yazoo as he kissed you to the silence, the moans as he parted his lips shushed you again. You nodded as you used your hand to muffle your moans as the slick dripped from your cunt as you shut your eyes and cried out into your hand as you squirted on his fingers, Yazoo loved the sight of you squirting on his fingers he was the one making you feel this one, not his brothers, not some stranger, him.

 He continued to thrust his fingers to help you ride the aftershocks of the orgasm your whole body quivered and he stopped, taking his fingers out and parting them as your slick and orgasm clung to them. He brought them to your mouth as you part your lips and take his finger into your mouth, sucking on them as you taste yourself on them, he smirked once again and got between your thighs, he undid his pants and pushed them down taking his cock out, a few veins along it and it was on the thick side, it was hard and leaking with precum. You wondered how he had so much patience but who were you to question it, he paused “Do you want this?” you looked at you sharply as the air thick as you nodded but decided to answer verbally “Yes, Yazoo please fuck me.” he nodded and ran his cock up and down your wet folds as your slickness covered his cock before he pushed into you with a hiss as you bit your lips and grabbed the blanket, his head looked down at you as his hair was in his face as he began to thrust in and out. The pace was fast and rough, no mercy as he pounded into your wet cunt, the sounds of wet skin slapping and occasionally moans and groans lingered in the tent, as the tent shifted slightly. 

It wouldn’t take an idiot to know what was going on in here and that’s what was fun about it, the dangers of getting caught. “Y-Yazoo, ‘m gonna c-cum~” he looked at you “then cum, nothing is stopping you from doing so” just as you about to let go he completely stopped as you whined out the sweet pleasure of a release was pulled away. “What the f-FUCK!” Just as the last part came out he resumed his pounding, he has made their way to your bra as he pushed it down and began to fondle with your nipples as they hardened in his grasp as he pulled and tugged on them. 

Just as he continued to pound into your cunt, your thighs shook and the muscles felt straining as you threw your head to the side and let out a loud moan, he felt something trickle down his cock as he looked down to see the white fluid of your orgasm on his cock. The way your inside sucked him in and clenched around him as he pushed his hair out his face and let out a loud groan as he shot his load into you filling you the brim with his thick cum as the warmth shot through your body as you let out a low moan. Low grunts and pants as he pulled out and your grabbed him wrapping your arms around him  “You’re amazing Yazoo'' His eyes looked softer as he smiled “You’re amazing aswell.” you giggled and ran your finger down his chest. “You're gonna assist me in the morning, when we make it to the village so we can shower.” He looked at you “I’II think about it.” “Yazoo.”

 he smirked as you guys cuddled together, the soft sounds of him put you at ease as your eyes closed and the darkness consumed your consciousness.

 <3 

You woke up to the sound of birds chirping and a sleeping Yazoo, You stretched and grabbed the shorts and put them on as you grabbed the discarded shirt and also slid it on. Making your way out of the tent and smelling the fresh air as Kodaj and Loz looked at you. 

“You looked like you slept well,” said Loz. “I did sleep well.” He smiled, “Good to hear.” You guys talked for at least an hour before Yazoo came out, buttoning his coat up. “We should head to the Village, this environment is starting to make me feel disgusting” “Alright Yazoo, let’s get going guys!” Loz said as he began speed walking into the forest as you followed behind. This trip was going amazing with them and you hoped maybe you and Yazoo would become something more.

But besides that your legs really hurt from the “sleep” last night as you turned to look at Yazoo as he sighed out and put his hand on your shoulders as he helped balance your walk as you guys continued your trip to the village. “Ooo, Yazoo being a gentleman?” said Kodaj and Loz. 

“And when will you guys ever get an opportunity like this?” The two males went quiet as you guys continued your walk. The walk was quiet, a few cracked jokes here and there but you were too focused on what happened last night to participate in them and I’m sure you know that Yazoo was too or at least you’d think so or hope so. “Can’t stop thinking about last night?” he whispered into your ear as you smiled “It’s stuck in my head.” you were silent for a moment before continuing and kissing him on the lips while the others weren’t looking “maybe we can recreate it?”. He smirked, “sounds like a plan.”

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[orieriee]

Going on a date with one piece men + their wardrobe!

Author's note: it has been a long time since I posted but I have these random date hcs I like to imagine from time to time for a thousand notes/reblogs special! Thank you liking and supporting my work! Also sorry for the cringey outfit edits, it's for visual purposes only.

Pairings! Ace, Zoro, Sabo, Law x GN! Reader. Fluff.

Portgas D. Ace:

Probably wears an old white T-shirt, an outer (specifically yellow for this one) so that when you're cold he could give that to you, and jeans with a pair of old sneakers.

He doesn't own that many sets of outfit but he's giving me very chill but extroverted, casual skater boy vibes. (And yes, I headcanon he does actually skate)

Spring is the season of love so it is spring every day with Ace. Man is a clingy golden retriever boyfriend

It's a good day today so he's taking you to the nearby park to feed the swans and the geese! His favorite part of the date is getting to hold your hand ofc!

Don't forget the picnic basket, he has been planning on going picnic with you in his favorite park for WEEKS

He didn't cook the meals because of how clumsy he was in the kitchen but still wanted to help so behold his messy strawberry jam sandwiches

Wipes the corner of your mouth because there's some strawberry jam and then eats it

Or better, you're wiping the corner of his mouth but instead of wiping it with a hand/handkerchief, you kissed the corner of his mouth, tasting the strawberry jam

Ace would be so flustered and turns as red as the fresh strawberry jam

Tries to kiss you back on the cheek but missed because you move to lay on your back

Still flustered but joins you anyway, spending quality time staring at the pink and orange-yellowy sky

Oh look! The swans!

Roronoa Zoro:

Tbh, his closet's color palette is a mess but there's definitely green. He usually wears sport jackets with nothing underneath but sometimes he does wear sweater underneath when it's cold

Loves to collect sport shoes so you know how he is, sport is his passion on this one. Or should I say fashion? Get it? Passion and fashion? Nevermind.

Let's you wear whatever you want, feel free to borrow his clothes

The chill but protective boyfriend

You wanted to go to the skating rink but since he's terribly bad at it and doesn't want you to see him make a mess out of himself, he's taking you to the bowling alley instead!

He's not bad in bowling but he's also not that good either. It all depends on his throwing skills... But mostly luck he says

Wear your sportwears, something a bit tight. That'll get him distracted for sure. Although he tries to be respectful.

But when someone decided to do the same (aka, staring), he'll make sure the other person does not anymore by shooting death glares and sending them threat*ning aura

"What's up, babe?" you took the bowling ball from his hands while he's looking to the other person

"Nothing. Just some creeps." he said as he's tying his jacket around your waist, covering your bottom

He says that he's sorry for bringing you to the bowling alley, saying that he should've bring you to another place for the date so that you can be more comfortable

Honestly a gentleman behavior

Sabo & Law under the cut!

Sabo:

Definitely academia aesthetic. He likes shirts, with the collar and all. Also coats. The colors may vary but an outfit put together has to be from the same palette so it looks more neat and, well, put together🤷‍♀️

Actually collects hats but only wear them on special occasions

He may seem like a funny and chill going guy but behind your back, he's kinda possessive

Like, if you're talking to another person (where the other person shows interest in you but you're just trying to be friendly), he'll appear behind your back quietly and shoot threatening glare + smile to the person in front of you

Speaking of him appearing, he promised you to go on a full planned out date so the first thing he did was taking you for lunch at a cozy cafe that belongs to one of his friends!

He kept asking whether you find the food delicious or not and making sure to take notes on what you like and don't like so that when you two decide to come back here again, he'll order it for you

After the delicious lunch, he's taking you to the cinema to watch his/your favorite movie! He likes documentary types of movie and a bit of sci-fi and historical. You'll see him geek out about it after the movie. It is even better if he gets to geek out with you

But if you don't like these types of movie, he'll pick your favorite to watch and eventually learn to like it and geek about it with you

Exiting the cinema while holding hands, both of you walk down a few blocks to the amusement park

The highlight part of the date was enjoying the sunset from the top of the ferris wheel

Usually you two have deep talks, sharing about each other's day or confessing love to one another while the sky's the color of cotton candy

Who knows, maybe you two might share a kiss or two in the ferris wheel ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Trafalgar Law:

Mostly black aesthetic with a touch of silver or gold. He likes turtlenecks, coats, and long sleeves. Sometimes he wears glasses to read but not usually. Also belt is a must.

Sometimes wear something grey or navy. Own some colors but never too bright

This man might appear cold on the outside, but the type to immediately melts the moment he's with his spouse--No, not the mushy type but you can definitely feel the temperature difference ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (get it?)

Law is actually very protective if he really finds the right person, so if you are one for him, you'll soon find him and yourself having a heart-warming conversation about your future house and how many cats/dogs you would want to have

So he's taking you for a ride to see the beautiful estate with gorgeous mountain/sea views

But before that, he's stopping by at a bookstore to pick up some new books to read, his house has a corner dedicated to his medical books as well as some sora;warrior of the sea comics hidden in the shelf

The bookstore has a cafe nearby so both of you warm up with some coffee before heading to the estate

The estate is a little far from here since it's a countryside estate, but the views are amazing so both of you figured that buying a house there would be nice

And Law's driving skills, oh gosh, imagine his one of his tattoed arms on the steering wheel while the other grabbing the persneling-- sorry I have a thing for Law's smexy arms ✋😔

Arriving there, you two talked with the estate agent before they're taking you to one of the houses to see the interior

The house itself is pretty big, with the backyard immediately faces the sea views with mountains surrounding the area. Law's already thinking about living the rest of his life here with you if you don't mind, he's quietly having butterflies in his stomach

Man who plans ahead with you in their future >>> 😩

[moonshinemusings]

TF 141 + friends during Christmas headcanons (with s/o included) (Pt.1)

Warnings: slight mentions of canon typical violence, mentions of trauma, a few naughty jokes

A/N: I got so carried away it's a miracle I even finished these

John "Soap" MacTavish

• Absolutely loves the holidays and he would never end a year without celebrating Christmas

• The cold isn't his favourite, but he's used to it since Scotland gets chilly more often than not

• Expect a lot of childlike happiness in general around this time of the year from him. He has so many fond memories of his childhood about Christmas and he gets reminded of something by the smallest things. It's adorable when he starts rambling about a memory while you two are doing something like shopping or watching TV

• He's down for playing in the snow with you, but don't expect him to hold back in snowball fights. He's careful to never truly hurt you, but you still get some snow thrown in your face and tackled to the ground now and then

• If you challenge him to build a snowman or make a snow angel, you can bet he's going to do them as if his life was on the line. He's a competitive guy

• You should let him win every time, because he gets even more cheerful when you feed his ego and his wide grin is worth seeing every second

• He's a pro at building snowmans though, so you probably couldn't win against him even if you really wanted (where he gets coal and carrots every time is a mystery)

• He's really bad at ice skating, but will still try if you want to go with him

• He loves cuddling up and getting cozy under warm blankets inside. Be it watching a movie, resting next to the fireplace or watching the snow with hot cocoas in your hands, he lives for these calm moments where you are all bundled up together

• Likes those really bad Christmas movies and forces you to watch them for the 10th time every year (it's worth hearing his laugh or dumb impressions though)

• He loves how the cold weather gives him a reason (not that he needs one) to see you in his oversized clothes. Some of his favourite moments are when he can get his cold hands under your (his) sweatshirts and make you jump and screech. Partly because it's funny, but also becasuse you two always end up warming up in each other's embrace locked in a hug

• Matching ugly sweaters? Naturally. Somehow he always find the most ridiculous ones

• Finds adorable how rosy your cheeks get out in the cold and how red your nose turns

• Will call you Deer (which sounds the same as Dear tbh, especially from his mouth)

• He constantly sings Christmas songs, please someone stop him

• He's going to use so many pick up lines. Ones like "Shouldn’t you be on top of the tree, Angel?" or "Let’s pretend to be presents and get laid under the tree"

• Let's be honest, he looks really cute in puffy coats and scarves around his neck, shielding him from the harsh weather. Although, he's the type of guy to run around in a thin jacket over a single sweatshirt, so you're going to have to make him wear warmer clothes. We don't want him getting sick, because he turns into a big baby

• He finds gift giving a great way to show his love and appreciation and even when he's gifting something as a joke, you know it's coming from his heart and he doesn't mean anything bad by it

• He loves the traditional dishes and can and will devour everything that gets put in front of him

• Will drink all the eggnog and similar holiday drinks

• He also likes to try out the festive drinks around the popular places

• Always spends the holiday with his family when his job let's him, but would love to have you with them if you are comfortable with the idea (and vice versa ofc)

• He loves decorating your Christmas tree, especially if he gets to put the star on the top when you are done. Somehow he's also really good at the whole thing, putting the ornaments just the right places

• Even if they rarely have a celebration around the base, he's still there to bring the holiday spirit

• He isn't afraid to decorate around the base and wear dumb Christmas sweaters, and his cheerful behaviour is contagious. Soon enough everyone is ready to celebrate, even the usually grumpy ones (Ghost wanted to punch him when he put a Santa hat on his head somehow, but in the end didn't)

• Maybe not everyone is into the idea, but he always gets something small for his friends. A book here, a scarf there, sometimes personal items (perfume, handmade mask), but he never forgets about anyone

• He cried once because Price sat down with a bottle of his favourite whiskey to just talk when neither of them were able to get home in time for Christmas. It meant so much to him, having his mentor by his side, just casually listening to anything he was saying and spending time with him because he actually wanted to

+ he teases Rodolfo constantly with Rudolf jokes this time around and gets slapped on a regular basis by Ghost who can't deal with his overflowing energy

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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

• Munches on candy canes 24/7, it's a wonder how his teeth are still intact

• You can bet he buys the most ridiculous looking Christmas sweaters and makes countless of photos of you wearing them

• He's the one putting mistletoes over every doorframe at base, looking out for possible victims (sometimes Soap helps too, but they both end up getting slapped on the head by Ghost for being so dumb)

• Your home is going to get decorated to the brim. If you don't want him putting stuff somewhere you gotta warn him, otherwise ornaments, garlands and similar will be everywhere

• He loves Christmas lights and you're going to have at least two in the house (on the windows, tree, rails by the stairs etc.)

• He always catches a cold during winter somehow, but it doesn't last longer than a few days luckily

• Loves baking gingerbread and never forgets about it. He makes them in all kinds of shapes and you two decorate them together. Somehow he always ends up eating most of them in the next few days unintentionally. He just loves them is all

• Prone to randomly play Christmas songs and dance around the living room/kitchen with you

• He loves to sing Baby It's Cold Outside with you, especially in the og duet way

• When his nose and ears get all red after being out long in the cold, he looks younger than he actually is

• He wears one specific scarf every year: you gave him a handmade one a few years back and he loves to have a reminder of you with him at all times

• Snowball fights are in order, even snow man making is on the list

• He always gives the snow men dumb names like Carrot or Mr. Snow

• He's the one with Soap who bring the holiday spirit to the base every year, but he's been influencing Laswell and Price more too

• He usually spends the holidays with his family and he's more than happy if you want to join him/ invite him to your family gathering

• Most of the times if they have a little celebration with the team it's just them, but he can sweet talk and beg his way into taking you with him if you want him to

• Somehow he always drinks too much alcohol during the night and he doesn't even like most of the liquors. It's fine though, he never gets too out of it because he has enough brains to pay attention and know you will be pissed

• He makes every present special somehow, be it by taking you out to your favourite place then giving you something, sneaking something into your stuff when you're not looking or simply putting it under the tree and waiting for you to notice

• His gifts range from silly to really heartwarming and he never fails to surprise you

• Often writes really heartfelt notes inside of funny Christmas cards and gifts it to everyone he knows

• He's likely to tear up if you give him something really thoughtful/that means a lot to him

• He likes wrapping presents and he has a talent for making them look good too

• Likes Christmas shopping, but the crowds quickly make him regret going (especially the slow walkers and elderly)

• He's a romantic by heart, but somehow just can't handle Christmas hallmark movies

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Simon "Ghost" Riley

• Not a fan of the holidays thanks to his family situation. Christmas always brings grim and bittersweet memories back, so he gets more closed off than usual

• For you, he's going to try though

• He hates the smell of cinnamon for some reason

• Also dislikes anything ginger flavoured, but eats/drinks it nevertheless when you chastise him "It makes you healthier and more resistant Simon"

• He's going to scarf down anything else you make him though, especially if it's traditional dishes

• He's also going to try cooking himself, but will only succeed making a few specific dishes. Those are going to taste heavenly though

• Will only wear Santa hats and ugly sweaters for you and he's not going to let anyone else see him in them

• Likes candy canes and different kinds of special holiday chocolates and sweets

• He often comes home from work grumbling about Soap's idiotic pranks and his everlasting holiday spirit, but he's never truly mad at him. Sometimes they make him giddy too and bring some warmth into his heart about Christmas

• He's never sure about gift giving and for the most part he feels like it's unnecessary. But he will always make an exception for you by giving you something that means much to you. He still likes giving more than getting though, because he doesn't feel like he deserves any of them

• Will only let you play slow and less known Christmas songs, No Mariah Carey or anything similar. You can often catch him humming songs under his breath though, maybe even the most mainstream ones he claims to hate

• He loves the pretty lights all over the city and will help you put some up too. He's good at that and somehow always knows how and why they often get ruined (catch him stare up at the lights with big eyes like a cat, lost in thought)

• The cold and the snow is just another thing that he can put into the back of his mind and mostly ignore, but if you love them, some of the enthusiasm might spread to him too

• It would be a big step for him, but he'd like to visit your family with you. It would take a while for him to warm up to the idea, but eventually he'd agree. He might get a few breakdowns and very emotional moments during the whole visit, but he would be deeply grateful for showing him how lovely it is to have a loving family, especially during the holidays

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John Price

• The dad™ who either gets angry because he can't untangle the Christmas lights, or falls down the ladder while putting them up

• Looks really good in a Santa hat tbh

• He might secretly take up Santa gigs for some extra money

• Sit on Santa's lap jokes 😭

• He wouldn't admit it out loud, but it brings him comfort seeing the team so happy during the holidays

• That's the sole reason he lets them have their fun, decorating the base and all the such. Otherwise he wouldn't care too tuch, holidays don't really excite him

• He likes that it gives him more off time though, especially if he can spend it with you

• He often grumbles about snow getting on his clothes, and you have to scold him to take his boots off before making his way into your house. The man just brings all the snow in and you have to clean the water up

• It's funny but also kind of adorable when little snow crystals land on his beard

• The type to absolutely devour Christmas dinner, then drink 3 bears and end up sleeping on the couch, snoring loudly

• That doesn't happen too often, but when it does it's just a sign he feels comfortable enough in your presence to do that

• He sneaks cookies off the plates all the time, and candy canes off the tree. You have to hit his hand like grandmothers do, otherwise he will just do it again

• Can't cook for shit, but he loves watching you make dishes and listen to you explain them

• Gives small gifts to his men, always making sure it's something they're going to like. He pays attention all year for birthdays and holidays

• He's a bit old-fashioned, so his gifts are mostly just spending quality time together and giving you something small but meaningful

• He appreciates anything you give to him, but he always tells you your company is enough to make him happy

• No family celebrations towards his end, but he's more than happy to accompany you

• He gets little presents for your younger siblings too if you have any

• He celebrates with Laswell though, usually just going out for drinks just the two of them, or visiting her and her wife. He gives her wife gifts too and he always gets some in return

• Always hums the worst Christmas songs, if you hate them it's purely out of teasing too

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Kate Laswell

• The mom™ who gets present for all her children every year

• She makes amazing cookies and usually lets Gaz help when making them

• Her and her wife always watch every horrible movie in the TV, it's basically a tradition

• When the others want to watch sports at base (Soap and Price), she's going to switch to Christmas movies. Nobody is brave enough to truly argue with her

• She loves the holidays, but she's not as hyped about it as the others. She loves that it gives her more off time with her wife and the overall vibes, but the soft and calm ones

• She's more likely to listen to calming songs and ones without singing in them than the mainstream ones

• She lets the others off the hook more easily during the holidays

• Loves making Christmas wreaths and Price gets a new one gifted to him every year

• She's really supportive and always makes sure the others know they can spend Christmas with her if they don't have anywhere else to go. Her wife is always more than happy to see them, and they can always just cook for one or two more people

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If you don't like the holidays (personal reasons or otherwise) or don't have anyone to spend them with, all of these guys are more than willing to be by your side. They are happy to take you to their family gatherings or to their teams, and they would never force you to celebrate something you wouldn't want to. They will always make sure you are comfortable with their ideas and their top priority will be your happiness :)