#i wish you warmth and love in this chilly season

[bnuyy]

to my beautiful 😞🌷

absolutely 😞💕💕💕 any journey with you by my side is a beautiful one indeed no matter the obstacles

[nqmonarch]

Genuinely wanna hear more regarding the No Wish SAHSRAU (Is that how it's spelled?) especially with all the new events that's happened.

Including the Dr Ratio that slid into our DMs.

First, apologies for the wait I took a while doing this request and then also decided not to post anything during the Palestine strike period because free Palestine.

And man, I don't know how it's spelled. I'd assume that's right it's so long though. Also YES Dr. Ratio sliding into our DMs except bro waltzes in and calls us an idiot ;-;

But first! Let's catch up with some of the current crew who is currently in Penacony!

Warning Penacony Spoilers

For the Trailblazer Penacony's been rough... Shortly after the death of their new closest friend, they'd been coerced into talking with Aventurine, and now had to make a decision without consulting any of the Astral Express beforehand. Sure, they were a seasoned adventurer with two missions under their belt but they still have no idea about their past or if they could trust such sketchy people.

"Aventurine, that little rat..." Their ears perked up when they suddenly heard the voice of this presumed Aeon. "I want to knock my fist against his forehead and see if there's a brain in there." The Trailblazer wouldn't try that.

But if you were acting like this maybe Aventurine and Black Swan could be trusted. The Trailblazer forced themselves to relax and tried to show confidence in their eyes. They could do this. It was good you were still by their side in the dreamscape, otherwise... what would they do?

Herta has found it's more difficult to communicate with you than the Aeons. While the Aeons simply didn't want to communicate it was as if there was some sort of wall separating her from you. It was beyond fascinating but it irked her, she wanted to get into contact with you right away. Then, as she was working to implement a simulated version of you into the simulated universe as an Aeon she had a revelation. What if... this was all a game?

Natasha had done it. Recently the eyes glanced off her more often, something she couldn't help but feel disappointed at. But upon one instance when they glanced upon her, she'd taken their warmth in full, and decided to set out. It seemed when these eyes were on her, she improved in nearly every aspect, so maybe her luck would improve as well? Even though it had been a dead end many times before she investigated Vache's worn down laboratory covered by snow searching for research. Except this time, she found something. This Aeon... was strangely benevolent and caring towards mortals.

That's all the updates we have for now on the current characters, in terms of progress. Herta is one smart cookie but who else is one smart cookie? Dr. Ratio!!! That man I love him so much. Sampo is also a potential worrying addition.

Given in the current event you can get either Sampo, Guinaifen, Asta, or Yukong for free, so let's see how they react.

Dr. Ratio

...This was interesting. The plot unfurling behind the scenes of Penacony was to be expected, Aventurine was being a pain in his ass also to be expected, but an Aeon looking at him? A smart Aeon. One who also must hope to purge the world of ignorance! A noble pursuit. Or perhaps, they'd realized their own ignorance and sought to rectify it some of the Aeons were rather lackluster in this manner after all. But they'd likely never change in their ways.

And you're no longer looking at him, that's fine. Is it a bit more chilly in here or is it just him? An interesting side effect of your gaze then, the feeling of warmth. He wondered why that happened, the look of Nanook was dangerous and suffocating, near fatal for any mortal. That of Yaoshi's was said to be sickeningly sweet and suffocating as well. Nous' was cold and calculating, judging your every asset and whether or not you had potential. Everyone had potential, they just had to choose to rid themselves of their ignorance. If the gaze wasn't suffocating maybe... you were a weak Aeon? One that had just formed or had been thought to have died.

Interesting. Aeons, the topic no scholar knew completely about. Herta was researching deeply into them, Dr. Ratio supposed he could always ask her yet he didn't want to feed into her ego. There were other ways to get the information though.

Guinaifen

"Hello, hello! Can you all hear me? Good morning fam! And welcome to Little Gui's stream!"

It was then when Guinaifen suddenly felt warmth wash over her. Oh, maybe it was because this stream was her first normal one after all the ghost catching business but she found herself getting flustered...? Flattered...? She wasn't sure exactly how to describe it yet she felt even more energetic than usual! As if she could go on for hours! When she ended her stream, the warmth was still there and she still felt as if she was being watched.

Wait-- wasn't this how people said they felt when they were being watched by an Aeon? Something similar to this right?! If even an Aeon was watching her, she was definitely going to be famous! When Guinaifen went to tell Sushang about this news, she found Sushang had run into the same thing! Weren't the two of them an impressive pair? :)

E1 Asta

Research had been going smoothly, partly thanks to the eyes always observing Asta. With them came the warmth that brought confidence and innovation she felt she wouldn't feel otherwise. But, she could feel the warmth all the time now. She doubted an Aeon would be able to watch her all of the time so had she been blessed? That was good, she was able to focus on all the stars and her research more now and learn more in less time!

But... why did she feel so forlorn? As if she had been deserted? Had you just blessed her and moved on your way? Herta... Herta knew a lot about Aeons maybe she would know something about what had happened to her, maybe she would know if you're still around.

E1 Yukong

Even after it all Yukong wished to return to the skies. Despite failing her comrades, despite all those around her who she'd cared for yet failed to stop their death, despite the burning wreckage she'd had to painstakingly crawl out of. Yukong wished to fly. In this long life where even the things she'd once loved had dulled, the longing to fly was forever there.

The warmth was on her constantly now, she completed her paperwork faster, she created ingenious plans, but what did it matter?

"I want to go back," Yukong had spoken one day out to the silence of the world and when the warmth remained she realized, perhaps she could go back and fly. Maybe... it would be okay. But for now her fear remained, albeit comforted by the sight of an Aeon.

What a strange Aeon, to care so much for a mortal.

Sampo (spoiler warning for Black Swan quest, although I was kind of confused the whole time so some information may be incorrect)

Now this would be fun! Sampo had known he was right, this was only another clue in the right direction! And this Aeon, watcher, player, reader, whomever you were appeared at the perfect time! Whenever your gaze fell upon him, he could feel his speed increase as well as the rest of, if this were to be a game, his "stats." He knew he wasn't crazy, of course he'd never had that idea in the first place! He'd be able to retrieve his mask much easier now, he could deal with you later.

It wouldn't be anything bad, don't worry, Sampo Koski is always happy to have a new business partner and friend :) !

If there's anything else you wanna hear about it I'd be more than happy for ideas cause I love these little guys (the characters) . It's just them living their life except they're stronger and feel as if they can enact their dreams! And maybe they gain a friend or a small crush on the way but hey that doesn't mean anything until Penacony comes out with some tech they worked on with Herta that allows you to visit in your dreams but no way something like that will happen, right?

Also trailblazer is genuinely so stressed like imagine having to make the decisions to save an ENTIRE FUCKING PLANET and you don't even know who the you are or what you've been through, you're genuinely so lost but hey you're alive, somehow.

[lachencha]

Dreaming of You: Mouthwashing Anya x Reader

erm…this is like my first time posting on Tumblr in a while…hope you guys like it >.<

no warnings, if there’s a warning i should add, please let me know >.<

i also posted this on ao3

please enjoy!

Late at night when all the world is sleeping, I stay up and think of you.

It's a cool autumn night, the wind outside whistling through the trees, accompanied by the leaves dancing through the air. Usually, you'd be excited about fall, it's your favorite season of the year, no more heatwaves, no more swarms of bugs, and you love watching the orange leaves drifting gracefully on the ground. But how can you enjoy the fall when your girlfriend is away? You've grown so accustomed to spending your evenings cuddled up on the couch, sipping hot chocolate while watching the reality shows Anya insists on watching. So used to snuggle up to Anya, her warmth helping you bear through the chilly nights. So used to dozing off in minutes, your eyelids growing heavier with each gentle strokes of her fingers on your hair. But now, without her, you find falling asleep a lot harder, a lot lonelier, and you find yourself trapped with your own gloom.

And I wish on a star, that somewhere you are, thinking of me too.

You gaze out your window, and look up at the sky. It's not easy to see the stars with the city lights, but some manage to shine through. You wonder which one Anya is near, wonder if she's eating well, wonder if she's studying the nursing books the same way she does here. But most importantly, you wonder if the time is weighing on her as much as it is on you. Does her heart ache the same way as yours? It's not her first trip, but you can never grow accustomed to the months without her, without hearing her voice, without her kisses, without her embraces. It never gets easier, and each trips feels harder than the last. You chuckle to yourself, realizing that Anya left you like a spoiled child, leaving you accustomed to her kisses and affection, leaving you wanting more and more, but now that she's away, you're left alone feeling bitter. All that's left for you is to throw a tantrum.

You sigh, pulling the blanket closer to your chin, drawing your knees to your chest, trying to block out the emptiness that fills the room. The wind outside continues to whistle, the trees' rustling almost soothing. Your eyes flutter shut, heavy from the weight of longing, and before you know it, the familiar warmth of Anya's embrace seems to envelop you.

You're on the couch again, just like every other night, the TV softly playing in the background as you lean against her. Her fingers are stroking gently through your hair, and you sigh, your body easing with every stroke. You feel safe, warm, at peace. You're watching the same reality show, and Anya is watching intently like she always does, her eyes glued to the screen. She's here. She's not on that damn spaceship millions of miles away. She's here with you.

But then you open your eyes... and the room is empty. The cold air rushes in, and the only sound is the rustling of the leaves outside.

You blink, the world around you slipping in and out of focus, the line between dream and reality blurring as you begin to wake up. The stars outside the window seem closer now, brighter, and you wonder if Anya is looking at the same ones. You imagine her voice, soft and familiar, calling your name. It was a dream, you know it was, but it felt so real—her presence, her warmth, her touch. The ache of missing her is sharp, but in this moment, it's comforting, like a memory you don't want to let go of.

And a small, steady hope rises in your chest.

She'll be back soon.

You whisper the words to yourself, it's a quiet promise, a soft reassurance. It's not the same as holding her in your arms, but it's something to hold onto—a reminder that the distance between you is only temporary. You know that when she does come back, things will feel right again, like they always do. And though you may have to bear the loneliness for a little while longer, it won't last forever.

You close your eyes again, letting the thought of her warmth fill you, pulling the blanket tighter around you. For now, it's enough. Just knowing she'll be back soon.

And when she does, the autumn nights will feel like home again.

Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight.

[primoredial-jade]

to you, 500 years from now.

" i wonder if you remember me as i was. sometimes, i think of those days. do you? " —dishonored

prompt: he wishes to see you again one day, in a world that is kinder for a soul as beautiful as yours.

pairing: neuvillette x gn!reader

cw: reincarnation alternate universe, heavy themes and depictions of death, neuvillette story quest spoilers, fontaine archon quest spoilers, a light-hearted scene sprinkled in, reader is an oceanid in their past life, reader is a geoscientist in their current life

as a part of @seraphiism's 2023 writing event 🤍 merry christmas!

500 years ago.

seldom did visitors grace the presence of the hydro dragon.

adorned with shimmering scales that reflected the hues of the deepest ocean, piercing violet eyes that sparkled like the shiniest amethysts, and hailed as one of the strongest sovereigns of the world– his reputation preceded him. thus, the hydro dragon chose to live in seclusion in the salacia plains.

time worked differently for a being such as him. in a momentary lapse, the hydro dragon had shut his eyes for what he thought was a brief respite, only to be roused by the gentle murmur of bubbling water. as his eyes fluttered open, he remained unaware that several years had slipped away during his tranquil slumber.

with seemingly no fear at being in the presence of the hydro dragon, a beautiful oceanid floated before him, blowing bubbles in his direction. twirling around him, the oceanid radiated a warmth that the hydro dragon could not resist. drawn by the mesmerizing glow of his scales, the oceanid came closer.

the hydro dragon sat up in his full form, extending his wings and towering over the oceanid, gauging its reaction. he knew he was terrifying like this. the oceanid did not flee in fear, rather, gazed up at him in amazement and wonder.

"what is your name?" the hydro dragon asks.

you offer it to him, easily.

days turned into nights into years as the hydro dragon finally had someone to call his companion. you followed him everywhere he went, offering him countless condessence crystals on your trips, "because it resembles your eyes."

with time, the hydro dragon had discovered a love that transcended ordinary within you.

fate, as cruel as it could be, had other plans. the heavenly principles had descended to wage war against the seven sovereigns. the hydro dragon urged you to stay away, to not get involved. yet, you refused, promising that you would never leave his side.

the heavenly principles, having sensed the unconventional bond between the hydro dragon and his oceanid, instantly killed you before the hydro dragon could even think to intervene. dying in his hands, you apologized.

"hydro dragon, hydro dragon, don't cry," you murmur, placing one last condessence crystal in his palm.

filled with agony and rage, the hydro dragon unleashed his elemental fury upon the heavenly principles.

still, it wasn't enough. he couldn't save you, he couldn't avenge you, and now, he was to also perish by the hands of fate.

as he lay dying with the condessence crystal in his hand, he wishes to see you again one day. in a world that is kinder, and more forgiving for a soul as beautiful as yours.

500 years later.

the stars are keeping you up tonight.

ever since furina had given up her position as the hydro archon and the prophecy was deemed to be untrue, you had felt a shift within yourself that you could not really explain. when you had been enveloped by the water of the primordial sea, you had felt... at home. tranquil, even.

fontaine's winter festivities were in full swing, and the city's lights twinkle slow as children zip past you through the streets. red and green decorations are adorned on every wall and lamp post. you raise a hand to catch a delicate snowflake– rarely did snow ever reach fontaine, but it was a welcomed change for the season.

you shiver, pulling your coat closer to your neck. it was probably reckless to be out this late when the night was this chilly, but you just couldn't shake the feeling of having to be out here. something was pulling you here, but you didn't know what.

"good evening," a voice calls your name and you startle, hand over your heart. you turn to meet piercing violet eyes and an easygoing smile, one that you meet sheepishly.

"good evening, monsieur neuvillette," you answer, inadvertently straightening your posture.

"i thought it was you i saw..." neuvillette trails off, clearing his throat. he gestures up to the palais mermonia, quite a ways away. you tilt your head in bewilderment.

"you could see me from there?"

"well, not at first," he answers, lightly tapping his cane on the floor. "you could say it was instinct, perhaps. i cannot find the words to really explain it, but it had to be you."

you would be lying if you said that one of the reasons as to why you had felt so on edge since the flooding didn't have anything to do with neuvillette.

as a geoscientist investigator for the marechaussee phantom, most of your interactions in the past had been strictly professional in solving cases and exonerating or indicting those on stand. after the failed prophecy, neuvillette had begun to seek you out for casual conversation. of course, you welcomed it. you were easily drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.

something about the way he had interacted with you since then with a longing gaze in his eyes had you feeling as if he knew something that you didn't.

it did not do any favors to your heart. he was a gorgeous man with a kind and respectful personality to boot.

you shouldn't get this excited about him finding you, but your blood thumping in your ears betrays you.

"ah- i see... it's funny you say that, because, well- likewise," you manage to say, flustered and feeling the urge to bolt on the spot.

neuvillette smiles at you, nodding toward the brightly lit street. "would you take a walk with me?"

speechless, you nod. what would fontaine think seeing you strolling around town with neuvillette this late at night, shoulders so close?

"there are a few stands around with festive goods and the likes. there's actually a..." you pause, a sudden memory making you laugh, "a water taste-testing booth made by your fanclub. would you want to check it out?"

neuvillette's eyebrows raise in amusement. "it would be my pleasure. i had not even been aware i harbored a fanclub."

you absentmindedly lean closer to his side, "well, you are quite popular among fontainians, monsieur neuvillette. many of them admire you for everything you have done for fontaine."

"and what about you?" his eyes meet yours expectantly.

you're caught off guard by his teasing. ears burning, you focus your attention on the path. "well, of course, i do too," you mumble. you can't see it, but he smiles.

a brightly lit booth in blue finally comes into view. its banner reads, "water around the world!" with a small, cute drawing of neuvillette's face in the corner.

"surely that's breaking a law in copyright infringement?" you joke.

"the oratrice would surely find them guilty," he nods, and you cannot suppress your laugh.

"hello, and welcome to- monsieur neuvillette?!" the teenager running the stand jumps out of her seat at the sight. she sputters, waving her hands around frantically. "it- it's so nice to see you, monsieur! are you interested in trying out some of the water we've collected?" her outburst spawns members of neuvillette's fanclub whispering excitedly behind her, to your amusement.

"i would be delighted to, along with my companion, if you would be so kind." he gestures to you, and it is only now that the fanclub seems to notice you. a few of them audibly gasp, and you already feel the dread of having your name front and center on the steambird come tomorrow morning. "monsieur neuvillette and the esteemed geoscientist: on a late-night excursion?"

they're quick to place multiple cups of water in front of you. respectively labeled cider lake, samudra coast, dadaupa gorge, sal terrae, and the suigetsu pool. neuvillette takes the one from cider lake, swirling it, and taking a leisurely sip not unlike wine. he hums, encouraging you to take your sip as well.

as you go down the line, truthfully you cannot tell much difference between them all. but, your heart warms seeing neuvillette take this very seriously, to the delight of his fanclub.

"did you like them?" you ask as you both depart from the booth, truly curious.

neuvillette nods, a smile on his face. "they all tasted quite fresh."

you cannot repress your own grin at his honesty. "i'm glad, monsieur neuvillette."

as the snow gets heavier and the night turns darker, booths begin to shut their lights down with people scurrying back to their abodes. you get the occasional double take at being with the chief justice, of course.

you watch neuvillette as he slows to a stop to stare up into the sky. delicate snowflakes fall into his long hair and eyelashes, and yet he seems completely unbothered by the cold. he's beautiful.

you heart suddenly aches in a way that feels like the breath has totally escaped you. the feeling is so unknown that you wonder if this moment is even real at all.

you'd had nightmares about it that you didn't dare tell a soul, of how you had died once. it was impossible- unfathomable.

but if it was, then how could you vividly remember in your last moments the feeling of being held by warm, protective hands?

neuvillette is already looking at you when you come to, like he knows.

"maybe we should call it a night." your voice is thinned.

neuvillette takes a step closer. "may i?"

you can only nod, breath hitching. he's standing closer than how he usually allows himself to be. you move, but one of his hands lift to gently cup your cheeks.

instantly, tears begin to well up in your eyes. his touch feels so familiar. "i'm sorry," you whisper.

with his free hand, neuvillette unclips the brooch at his neck and places it in your hand. seeing it up this close, your eyes widen.

"this is a condessence crystal."

neuvillette's eyes meet your own. he closes both of your hands around the crystal, and you see white.

"what is your name?"

"it resembles your eyes."

"i love you."

"i won't ever leave your side."

"don't leave me by myself."

"hydro dragon, hydro dragon, don't cry."

your knees suddenly grow weak, but neuvillette is quick to catch you.

your mind is running at a thousand miles a minute, swirling with questions that repeat themselves in your head, what is wrong with you, what is wrong with him, what is wrong with fate.

"so it is real," he finally says, eyes so solemn yet relieved. his words, resolute and cutting, make you still.

"i– what is?"

"us."

you didn't realize that you needed to hear it from him to finally understand. his eyes are darting across your face, trying to get a read on your expression.

"ever since i was given my authority back on the day of the prophecy, i remembered everything of our past life together, traversing across the seas of the teyvat," he explains, thumbing a stray tear that escaped your eye.

“for a long time, i wondered why i had this when i was reborn into this form,” he squeezes your hand with the condessence crystal, “and then it all made sense.”

"i remember now too," you say, "neuvillette, i remember."

this world is much kinder for a soul that is as beautiful as yours.

"would you give it a chance?" he asks.

"why, neuvillette?"

"because i know," his beautiful eyes don't falter from your own. "i know of the one life i spent where i lost you."

the chill that runs up your spine is not from the cold.

"and now, i have finally found you again."

you don't know who moves first, but his lips are on yours in the next breath you take. you are anguished, confused, happy, at peace.

even in the snow and the pretty lights, all you can see is him.

[anonymousbeefriendfanfics]

Hiii hello there lovely human! Saw your spring prompts and i need to make 2 requests. Tighnari/Reader with a few prompts, basically a day in nature (let's imagine Teyvat has seasons like winter and spring bc we've never actually seen them lol). Prompts: 3, 10 and 18 + 24 after night falls. 1/2

Thank you thank you thank you, this was so much fun to write! I love Tighnari so much, he's everything to me <3 Now I want to write more about Tighnari and the seasons, hehe~

This is actually my first ever drabble, too!

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Character/Pairing: Tighnari x Reader

Warnings: Very fluffy, just like his tail!

Prompts: Spring Prompts; Nature Walk, Kisses, Animals, and Chilly!

"Nari, look!" you hiss, one hand catching his wrist while the other stretches out, pointing. His ears perk up as he follows your gesture, his gaze softening when he spots what's caught your attention. An avidya leopard is stretched out on a rock, warming herself in the sunlight, while two half-grown kittens play nearby. As you stand silently and listen, quiet little mews and growls reach your ears as they tussle together. One kitten baps the other on the head with a paw too big for its little legs, and the other kitten hisses indignantly, trying - and failing - to bite the retreating paw.

"They remind me of Kaveh and Alhaitham," Tighnari murmurs, and you stifle a laugh, nodding in agreement. The slightly smaller second kitten launches at its sibling, who easily sidesteps the attack, looking rather pleased with itself for dodging.

You watch on together as the kittens play until they tire themselves out and flop down near their mama for a nap. She affectionately licks the nearest kitten on top of the head, and you're surprised when Tighnari copies her, leaning over and kissing your cheek. He gives you a soft smile when you look at him, a playful look in his eyes. "What? Would you prefer that I licked you?" You give his shoulder a small shove, and he stifles a laugh, both of you careful not to disturb the little family.

"C'mon," he says at last, his gloved hand finding yours. "We should keep moving. It'll be dark soon, and we've gotta get home."

You don't make it home before the sun sets as you'd planned when you set out on the nature walk this afternoon, a fact that is made very clear as the warmth from the sinking sun retreats. It's quickly becoming chilly, and you shiver slightly, wishing you'd brought a jacket.

"Are you cold?" Tighnari asks, attentive as always. You nod, knowing better than to try and hide anything from him - he knows you too well.

"Come here, I'll warm you up," he says, dropping your hand and opening your arms. You gratefully step into his embrace, sighing happily as his arms close around your back, his fluffy tail curling around your legs. He's delightfully warm, and he smells incredible as you nuzzle into his neck. He always smells good, a combination of his natural scent and the various plant-based products he uses. It has a naturally calming effect on you.

Once you're warmer, you pull back slightly, ready to continue on, but Tighnari doesn't let you go yet. One hand cups your cheek as he leans closer, his nose brushing against yours. "Thank you for taking this walk with me. You mean so much to me," he says quietly, and your heart skips a beat; that's practically a love confession. Before you can respond, his soft lips press against yours, capturing your mouth in a gentle, yet passionate kiss, showing you just how much he truly cares for you.

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[lilacura]

Haven’t I given enough?

Pairing: Yu Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angsty ANGSTTTTTTT

Summary: In the shadows of Y/N's past, a mysterious encounter with Jimin unfolds, unveiling a love tainted by secrets and a heart-wrenching betrayal. As whispers of deception linger, Y/N confronts Jimin, pleading for answers. The story leaves readers captivated by the enigma of their fractured love, yearning to unravel the mysteries that lie beneath the surface.

Y/N's life unfolded like a tragic tale, marked by the shadows of her birth. A mistake, they called her—a burden that shattered her family. Her father vanished, leaving behind echoes of abandonment, while her mother's resentment cast a relentless gloom over Y/N's existence. Love was an elusive concept in her world, with no siblings to share the weight of solitude.

-

In the dimly lit rooms of Y/N's childhood home, the air hung heavy with tension and the weight of unspoken grievances. A younger Y/N sought solace in the presence of a mother whose love had turned into a distant memory.

"You ruined us, Y/N," her mother's voice, cold and unforgiving, cut through the silence like a knife. "Your father left because of you. You were a mistake, an unwanted burden."

The echoes of her mother's cruel words reverberated through the room, each syllable etching a wound in Y/N's tender heart. Tears welled in her eyes as she desperately yearned for a mother's embrace that never came.

"Why can't you be more... more like someone worth loving?" her mother spat out, the words poisoning the very air Y/N breathed. The comparison to an idealized version only deepened the wounds, a constant reminder of her perceived inadequacy.

As Y/N clutched onto a threadbare teddy bear, seeking solace in the only comfort she had, her mother's disdain continued to rain down like a torrential storm. "Haven't I given enough?" She whispered wide-eyed and tearful. The weight of rejection became an unbearable burden on the fragile shoulders of a child.

"You're a burden, a mistake. I wish you were never born," her mother's harsh declaration hung in the air, a declaration that echoed in Y/N's mind for years to come.

-

As the pages of Y/N's life turned, the introduction of Yu Jimin marked the emergence of a new chapter—a chapter adorned with the delicate hues of blossoming love. Jimin, the charismatic captain of the college basketball team, became the beacon of light in Y/N's otherwise desolate world. In her, Y/N discovered a sanctuary, an oasis from the haunting shadows that had cast a perpetual gloom over her existence.

Their love, tender and poignant, unfolded like a rare flower in the garden of Y/N's sorrow. The once-barren landscape of her heart found itself adorned with the vibrant colors of happiness—an emotion that had long eluded her tormented soul. Jimin, with her warm smiles and gentle gestures, breathed life into the dormant corners of Y/N's being, and for a while, the world became a place where joy was more than just a distant dream.

In the symphony of their shared moments, a subtle shift occurred, casting Yu Jimin in an unexpected role—a character that evolved from the warmth of affection to the cold embrace of distance. As the seasons of their intertwined lives changed, Jimin, once the charismatic captain who ignited a sanctuary in Y/N's heart, became an enigma veiled in chilly detachment.

The laughter that once echoed like a comforting melody began to dissipate, replaced by an unsettling silence that hung heavily between them. Jimin's gestures, once filled with tenderness, took on an air of calculated precision, leaving Y/N to navigate the shifting landscapes of their relationship with an increasing sense of unease.

The warmth that had enveloped Y/N like a gentle embrace slowly waned, replaced by a perceptible chill that settled in the spaces where affection once thrived. Jimin's eyes, once a haven of understanding, became distant, betraying the secrets of emotions left unspoken.

Unspoken distances, subtle as the fading light of dusk, crept into the fabric of their connection. It was as if a frost had settled over their once-blooming love, leaving Y/N to navigate the delicate petals of their romance now veiled in a subtle layer of ice.

In the presence of Jimin's chilling demeanor, Y/N found herself standing at the crossroads of uncertainty, her heart navigating a landscape that seemed foreign and unfamiliar. The sanctuary that Jimin had once provided transformed into a labyrinth of unanswered questions, and Y/N, once embraced by the warmth of love, now grappled with the piercing winds of emotional detachment.

As Jimin's distant presence cast shadows over their shared moments, Y/N couldn't escape the subtle but unmistakable transformation. The once-charismatic captain became an elusive figure, leaving Y/N to traverse the landscape of their changing connection with a heart now shrouded in the cold winds of uncertainty.

The revelation unfolded in a moment of unsuspecting vulnerability. Y/N, traversing the quiet corridors of the college, stumbled upon a conversation never meant for her ears. Huddled in a corner, Jimin's friends exchanged furtive glances, unaware of Y/N's silent presence.

In hushed tones, their words carved wounds deeper than any before. The truth echoed in the confessions of Jimin's accomplices – a bet, a heartless game that persisted long after its cruel initiation. Y/N's heart tightened as the details unfolded, each word a dagger plunging into the sanctuary she had so desperately sought.

Y/N pressed herself against the cold wall, hidden in the shadows, her heart pounding in rhythm with the cruel revelations unfolding before her.

Jimin's friend, Taehyung, chuckled, oblivious to the storm brewing in Y/N's soul. "I can't believe Jimin still hasn't ended it with her. How long is this bet going to last?"

Another voice, Aeri, joined in with a callous laugh. "I heard she's dragging it out just to see how far she'll go for her. It's like she's living in a fantasy, and she's enjoying every moment of it."

The words struck Y/N like a thunderbolt. Each syllable carved a wound deeper than the last. She clutched at her chest, attempting to muffle the gasp that threatened to escape.

Yena, Jimins closest, chimed in, "Seriously, she's been through enough. When is Jimin planning to break it off?"

Taehyung replied callously, "I guess she's having fun stringing her along. It's like watching a movie, and she's the unsuspecting lead."

As the weight of the truth bore down on Y/N, she whispered to herself, "A bet... I was just a pawn in their heartless game."

She staggered away from the clandestine gathering, the corridor spinning as her world crumbled. Tears welled in her eyes, but she held them back, refusing to break in the presence of those who orchestrated her heartache.

The echo of Taehyung's laughter lingered in her ears as she retreated into the lonely darkness, her sanctuary now tainted by the bitter taste of betrayal. In the shadows, Y/N clung to the remnants of her shattered heart, haunted by the cruel dialogue that had unraveled the illusion of love she so desperately believed in.

She clung to the shadows, hidden from the gaze of those who unwittingly unraveled her world. The cruel revelation seeped into her consciousness, poisoning the fragments of joy she had fought so hard to assemble leaving nothing but the cold embrace of solitude. And in that quiet corner of the college, Y/N's world shattered, a casualty of a heartless bet she never knew she was playing.

Exhausted and betrayed, Y/N summoned the strength to confront Jimin in the dimly lit room where they had once found solace. Tears, like crystalline messengers of her shattered soul, glistened in her eyes as she turned to face Jimin—the once-charismatic captain now a haunting specter in the tragedy that unfolded.

"Haven't I given enough?" Y/N's voice, a fragile whisper, quivered with the weight of emotions suppressed for too long. Each word was a plea that hung in the air, a desperate question echoing in the hollow spaces of the room.

Confusion flickered in Jimin's eyes, a momentary lapse in the stoic facade. "Y/N, what are you talking about?"

A heavy silence lingered as Y/N took a steadying breath. "I overheard your friends, Jimin. They were talking about a bet—a game with my heart. Was it all just a cruel joke to you?"

Jimin's eyes widened in realization, and for a fleeting moment, vulnerability replaced the usual composure. "No baby, no, let me explain—"

Y/N's voice, sharp with pain, cut through the air. "Explain? How do you explain making me believe in a love that was never real? Every shared moment, every whispered 'I love you'—was it all just a facade for your amusement?"

Tears streamed down Y/N's face as she continued, her voice choked with emotion. "Why, Jimin? Why would you do that to me?"

Jimin, desperate to salvage the remnants of their unraveling connection, reached out. "Y/N, please, it's not what you think. I never meant to—"

But Y/N, unable to bear the weight of the betrayal, cut her off with a heart-wrenching cry. "Is it true? Tell me, Jimin, is it true?"

Desperation and disbelief etched across Y/N's tear-streaked face as she reached out, begging Jimin to deny the devastating reality. "Please tell me I heard wrong, Jimin. Please, tell me your friends were just kidding. Tell me I didn't invest my heart in a lie."

Jimin, caught in the tumult of the moment, hesitated. The room hung heavy with the unspoken tension, the air thick with the crushing weight of shattered trust. The plea in Y/N's eyes mirrored the shattered fragments of the sanctuary they had built, and for a moment, the haunting realization of the irreversible damage settled between them like a palpable ache.

The words hung on the precipice of Jimin's lips, but the truth remained elusive, trapped in the silence that stretched between them. The seconds ticked by, each one a painful reminder of the irreversible breach that had occurred in the fragile tapestry of their love.

The room, once a witness to stolen kisses and whispered promises, now stood witness to the heartbreaking confrontation between a love that had dared to hope and a betrayal that threatened to shatter it all.

a/n: #livelaughloveangst

[whatologys]

baking cookies with quest

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: none

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: quest x gn!reader

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 0.6 k

𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡: yes/no

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fluff :DD

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖘: /

𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰: got this out too late, sorry bbgs <3

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: making christmas cookies with quest

The cozy aroma of vanilla and cinnamon filled the air as you and Quest bustled around the kitchen, engaged in a synchronized chaos of holiday baking. The countertop was adorned with an array of ingredients—flour, sugar, and an assortment of festive decorations for the anticipated family Christmas party.

As the two of you navigated the confined space, it quickly became apparent that the kitchen, charming as it was, wasn't exactly designed for a duo on a mission to create the perfect batch of Christmas cookies. Mixing bowls and trays of cookie dough seemed to multiply, conspiring to test the limits of the quaint workspace.

With an affectionate chuckle, Quest quipped, "Angel, we need to get a bigger kitchen, I swear." His laughter was infectious, a harmonious backdrop to the joyful chaos unfolding around you.

You grinned, narrowly avoiding a collision as Quest pivoted with a tray of freshly cut cookie shapes. "Maybe we should add that to our Christmas wish list," you teased, juggling an armful of colorful decorations—sprinkles, miniature sugar men, and edible glitter.

As you reached for the sugar, your hand brushed against Quest's, creating a momentary pause in the lively dance. His gaze met yours, and in that shared instant, the holiday magic seemed to transcend the limitations of the kitchen's size.

Undeterred by the close calls and friendly banter, the both of you continued with your festive mission. The cookie dough was rolled, cut, and carefully adorned with an assortment of sugary delights. Laughter echoed in the kitchen, accompanied by the rhythmic beat of holiday tunes playing softly in the background.

With the last batch in the oven, you and Quest surveyed the cheerful chaos you had created together. The kitchen, though small, was now a canvas of holiday delight, a testament to the shared laughter and teamwork that defined this special season.

As the aroma of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air, you and Quest shared a satisfied smile. The warmth of the kitchen, the joyful mess, and the promise of sweet treats for the family party created a moment that transcended the limitations of space.

With the scent of freshly baked cookies lingering in the air, you and Quest set about tidying up the kitchen, sharing a few playful flour fights and wiping down countertops. The laughter continued as you swapped stories of past holiday mishaps, turning the cleanup into a delightful encore to the baking extravaganza.

Once the kitchen was restored to its pre-cookie chaos state, you both hurriedly prepared for the family Christmas party. Quest, showing his efficiency, gathered the last batch of cookies, carefully placing them in a festively adorned box. The anticipation of sharing your sweet creations with loved ones added an extra layer of excitement to the evening.

Quest, now holding the precious cargo of cookies, joined you at the door. You, ever the organized one, had already grabbed both your coats and the car keys. A playful grin passed between you as Quest marveled at your readiness.

With a gentle squeeze of your hand, Quest remarked, "You're the holiday MVP, angel," and together, you stepped out into the chilly night. The crisp air held the promise of festivities, and as you locked the door behind you, the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree inside cast a warm glow onto the snowy landscape.

Hand in hand, Quest and you made your way to the car, the box of cookies carefully cradled between you. The engine roared to life, and soon, you were driving through the quiet streets, adorned with twinkling lights and festive decorations.

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

A lovely date

A lovely date

Fandom Ikemen Prince

Pair Chevalier Michael x Tala Amouzgaar

Part of Mayday Heyday hosted by @olivermorningstar and @lorei-writes

Thank you so much  for hosting such an original event I was so happy to have joined in. 🤗😊

This is my gift for the darling @m-mmiy  

I really do hope you will like this work, but above all I wish is for my portrait of your OC to be faithful enough to the picture you have of her. 🤗😊

It was a nice day, spring approached fast in Rhodolite in a much more gentle way she was used to.

The birds returned from afar told tales of exotic countries' wonders chirping excitedly waking ever so softly the animals from the hibernation of the winter whose chilly breeze still lingered in the air like the snow still present on the hilltop that was slowly but constantly melting under the tepid rays of a sun getting each day warmer. 

It seemed like a dream to her, familiar and strange at the same time.

The coming of season was nothing new to Tala but the sensations blooming in her heart like a rose surely were.

She shot a glance at him, the source of that feeling walking unfazed by her side.

Chevalier Michael a brutal beast for anyone but her the only man that before her heart captured her mind with his cleverness.

A genius admired and feared alike she would have never got tired of talking to. 

A source of everlasting knowledge whose discussion never failed to thrill her mind. 

In that instant he shot her a glance while his pale lips twitched upward in a light smile rare like the desert rose and like it breathtakingly beautiful. 

A gift for her alone to admire making her heart beat faster at the sight of his sky blue eyes glimmering with happiness. 

"Do you like spring ?"

His voice as cool as ever not revealing any emotion even though she could perceive the slightest hint of curiosity coloring his tone.

"I neither like nor dislike it."

"That's a peculiar answer."

"It's merely a season there is no need for me to favor it more than the others."

A shadow clouded over his features almost as he was genuinely curious to know her better but bad at communicating his desire he retorted to avoid speaking at all.

"I have to admit it's quite nice here."

Sun returned to his gorgeous features dripping over his smile.

"How so ?"

"It's less humid than in other countries I visited." 

They resumed their strolling basking in each other's presence, speaking no words for there was no need to. 

Suddenly something emerged from the bushes to cross their path.

Even with her expression hidden from the brown veil he could perceive her smile reaching to her amber eyes glimmering brighter than the sun as a small duck approached her. 

A jolt of warmth filled his heart at the endearing sight of the girl he came to grow fond of petting the small animal humming in delight as more ducks crowded around her for a chance she didn't deny them to be caressed by her delicate fingers. 

Noiselessly he accommodated himself under a tree far enough to admire her and avoid scaring away the ducks but he had just sat on the grass when a duck approached him only to pick on his leg.

He stared dumbfounded at the creature looking into his eyes with open defiance before walking confidently toward him. 

His bravery was rewarded as he stretched his long fingers to caress his feathered head so tiny in comparison to him and yet brazen enough to have him fascinating hom for reasons oddly resembling her/ that girl that caught his mind and heart.

It was the first time an animal approached him willingly it was strange but not unwelcome. 

The endearing sight sudden and warm like the spring rain her eyes crinkled with affection as his hand that so often were drenched in blood and calloused from holding swords  were now petting such a tiny creature delicately because there was gentleness underneath them.

A fresh breeze whistled among the garden guiding the ducks back in the luscious greenery where they came from.

It was like a dream if not for the tender smile he offered her as they resumed their pleasant date.

[liveyun]

𝐀 𝐏 𝐑 𝐈 𝐂 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 — 𝟎.𝟏

banner by @itaeewon 🌹

pairing. min yoongi x female reader (oc)

genre. arranged marriage au, angst,fluff,eventual smut

contains : overthinking , toxic parenting , angst but nothing too serious. not edited, maybe is full of grammatical mistakes

wc : 5.8k

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Yoongi never really cared for seasons.

Or, the weather, in particular.

For his part, he was often told that he's an observant person, and often wonders if he's really observant; when now he hears a couple, or maybe, a couple to be, for he assumes, bickering about the how chilly it is. He's seated beside them in a considerable distance, and in his peripheral vision, he could see how loving they seem to be.

Their small bickering doesn't really bothers him or irritates him at this point, surprisingly, even after the day he had. And now he feels, or rather observes, unknowingly, that the couple bickering is really a married couple.

He normally would've not payed two straws, but he really wonders about the weather now within their small, yet in hushed tones,

"Its really not normally this cold in autumn, agh!"

" pah, dont be so dramatic. You're just making excuses to lay your cold ass feet on my warm tummy to warm yourself up!"

" Its not my fault that i'm naturally freezing and youre a furnace, hubby."

" Blame your anaemic ass for that,wife. Not the weather…" the guy rolles his eyes and he sees the lady purse her lips and snort angrily, much to the guy's amusement. However, his pleasure seems to be only small, as now Yoongi now amusedly himself watches the lady stick her tongue out and quip back,

" Ah, then how 'bout you lend me your trench coat then, love. Since its not so cold for you, so it maybe is not much use for you, no?" , and Yoongi is aware of the ghost of a smile that hangs on his own face as he watches the guy visibly become pale and shake his head, suddenly squirming away from her hands which are on the coat's lapels.

And the bickering goes on for a few more minutes, Yoongi watches them with a silent air,laughing and snuggle onto eachother, and the lady speaks up,

" I wish if I could unmarry you."

" Ah, sorry, love. You're struck with me, and I love you."

The confession seems to melt her, resonding back with an eager I love you more, idiot, as he watches them both with wide smiles, cuddle closer for warmth.

Suddenly Yoongi feels the autumn wind flush against his cheeks to be cold.

Yet again, the strange feeling, or rather the sudden pang in his chest returns; and there's a faint thought inside him. He tries burying it inside him but however fails, as he himself desires that warmth, that protection from the cold. Not only the cold of the weather; but maybe also the cold Within which sometimes is scarier than the freezing cold.

And there's again the irrational thought bubbling inside him…Would that ever be you, that woman to him he's now made to make a match with; the woman whom he's yet to see or talk to; but hthe strange feeling in his heart won't fade from his system as he tries to shake any thoughts, yet its surprising how the faintest of the irrational of thoughts can turn into full time, disturbing thoughts which refuse to leave your head.

He cannot stop thinking about you. The person whose name he heard some few hours ago, the name which hasn't left his thoughts since then. Is that weird?

"_____." is his thought at present, and he still hasn't spoken out your name out loud. Is that weird?

He'll meet his fiance, for the first time.

He releases a breath; glances at his wrist watch. 5:30 PM, it reads. Alright, so he and gets up from the seat, because the time has come; and his troat slighty feels dry.

He prays that nothing weird or out of way goes by in the later hours today, for his heart feels that it's in a greater rush than he was ( he wasn't. nope. ) and fly out of his ribs.

As weird as that was, he prays that he didn't look like a creep of some sort; and walks out of the park.

Okay, now saying that out loud makes it weirder. Stop that, Yoongi. You can do it, he encourages himself and to his own surprise, turns back to glance the couple, maybe out of genuine curiosity, with whose curious eyes he met instantly, and Yoongi feels the hot rush of blood to his whole face. He doesn't know why did he do that, and turns back instantly.

Autumn this year indeed feels cold, Yoongi thinks.

Not only because its cold: so cold that it feels like a december when he's supposed to be wearing a crappy and itchy Christmas sweatshirt, dealing with the little rascals, his nephew and niece, and the viusal in his head makes his release a short breath; those two little kids, they don't..they maybe don't really know how much do they mean to him, and he hopes the little affection he shows to them can be enough for them, he can only hope.

And he hopes, almost with a desparate wish, that Christmas this year goes the same without any idifference in any part.

Yes,he was maybe exicted in this before as he had started but instaneously, a text on his phone washed off everything from his mind.

5:45 PM : received

min : "Don't try to squeeze your mind into something when its something not of your buisness, remember that "

He didn't open the text thread, and the notification was enough to make his lips press to thin line of annoyance.

Was this his marriage or his?

However, he cannot expect anything else from his father,so..

Here goes nothing, he thinks and enters his car, exiting the supermarket with some packets of gifts, a " token of love and promies ", something he couldn't get a grasp on, but however, he was told to do so, or maybe rather instructed to do so.

" Take some gifts with you. Eatables, mostly. Don't go on using that head of yours and buying somethimg that shall highly disppoint rather than pleasing, son. You have to impress, and so with a small token of love and to promise there's more in the future coming by".

His voice was full of what ' all that glitters isn't gold ' , and the word 'son' leaving his lips made Yoongi lose his mind totally, for he wished not many things, but to just not hear that word coming out of his lips and remind him that he was inherited of that awful man's blood within him.

It all began when his secretary, Jungkook entered his office, but not with his usual jouvial exprssion nor with his air of humor around him. Its once agin one of Yoongi's observations, that even if the young man tries his best ro remain professional within the office hours, he's never faking anything; doesn't need to.

Apart from being his secretary, he's his good friend, someone who shares his hot hotteok with Yoongi during lunch time and occasionally reminding him of him being a human and not a machine who just stays and works; accompanying him to his tours and making him smile the widest with his own. Interaction with someone younger often reminds Yoongi he isn't really that old as he thinks himself to be. In general, work with his friend isn't as terrible as without him, and even if he doesn't and won't admit that out loud, he looks forward to the young face of Jungkook.

Today, his face was nothing sort of what Yoongi is often used to, for the edges of his pierced eyebrows seem tense; showing that he's tense, though he tries his best to hide that behind that professional facade. Yoongi knows that its just the pretence and a sign of something not right.

And he was just right.

" Mr. Min, your schedule is, uh, disturbed. " I saw that coming, Jeon. But he bites that back, and motions him to speak further by a suggestive nod.

" Your, uh, er, father Mr. Min is coming to visit you.."

" Today? "

" Yeah, er… within twenty minutes."

Yoongi can tell how hard he's trying to not to stammer himself, knowing that maybe Yoongi and his father don't really share the best relationship, or even a relationship if to be called so.

" How did that happen? "

" A phone call. He approached me in that dry tone, asking about your schedule. I really didn't wanted to give it to him at the brink. Guess he read my hesistance and flipped me saying that he could get the access to it from his server himself , and this call was just a formality so its not suspected that he hacked into your systems or..er,.. I had to bite back a scoff, and.." At this he trails off and sighs, and Yoongi nods, knowing the young man's dislike towards his father and he was glad he didn't have to feign eitherwise.

" Its alright. Jeon. don't even expect anything better than that from him, and thanks for not pressing on it." Jungkook barely nods, almost as if still guilty.

" But what the fuck is he coming here for?"

" Dunno that. Laughed like a wolf when I sent him your schedule, almost as if it really was a formality and told me that he'll be here within 30, and the meeting would take " 10, or maximum 15, and would then vanish into thin air, not needing to see the " sickening" face of yours. As if his own face can make a dead man alive. The opposite, I beleive." At the sickening part Jeongguk makes inverted commas in the air with his pointers, with a scowl on his face. Yoongi didn't know if he should laugh at this, not only because the young man's usual patience seemed to be running low and was equally irritated, but because the situation was tight, and he bit back his thoughts of amusement. But the manifest of the terrible presence of his father made his head throb already.

maximum 15 minutes, ha? Let's see.

The " meeting " took way more longer than 10 or 15 minutes. So here now, he was, three days after the " meeting " with his father took place.

The traffic was surprisingly less as of today, or maybe he wonders why, is because of the different path he's taking. His phone gps shows that he's going the right path, and it would take him nearly more 20 mins to the red arrow on his screen.

And he doesn't miss the way his pulse has a visible change, again.

Alright, now as he tapped on the steering wheel as he waits for the traffic to be cleared. He thought, hah.

So to distract his mind, his sight trails off to his side seat, and Hershey's kisses, three boxes of them lies top on eachother and some chocolate bars packed neatly with a bow.

Shit, was he supposed to have the boxes packed too? He didn't know.

How could he? He never really.. had any sort of alliances with females except employees and his once used to be assistant before jeongguk.

For his male friends, a nice treat to drinks till they had passed out on the bar counter was enough for what he perceived as " gifts " , and yeah. His nephew and neice, were happy enough with treats of pizza's and chocolates. Well, maybe even some occasional toy sets, too.But he had never gifted them packed chocolates.. And for a part he thinks he's alright with chocolates as gifts…

But what if you didn't like choclates?

WHAT IF?

Ah…ha..ha.. maybe you did, because there had to be reason why Jeongguk had suggested him to..seeing he had quite experience with women, comparatively much more than Yoongi's himself. No wonder he had caught ladies staring or rather ogling at the younger man who drank carelessly and was so confident with them at all occasions, unlike Yoongi who had to pretend he didn't care, or rather was like..he didn't know how to be confident with them.

But one thing he didn't know is, that he was the centre of attention for ladies too, but nevermind that.

Nevermind the way that woman in the cash counter at the supermarket had such wide eyes, when she realised who indeed was infront of the counter, the same man who stood in the cover page of Vogue magazine this week. Nevermind the lady's whole crimson face when Yoongi shot her the faintest of smiles when the transaction was over, nevermind her trembling hands as she handed him the confectionaries. Nevermind her thoughts as she faintly wished that the chocolates were rather for her as she watched him leave. Nevermind.. all the times when Yoongi had not only women, but also men staring at him, he never really thought of it.

" Food is a way to one's heart, a thing I'd hate to agree with your father. " Jeongguk had said that with a confident nod, and continued,"..Ladies really like chocolates, you know? I know, I know.."

" But what if she doesn't like it? " Yoongi was typing an email, but his mind was on the coversation with jeongguk: He wouldn't be in peace till he gets to the roots of it. And he doesn't miss the way the younger cocks a brow with him with his lips turned up of what he can call as a smirk, and insolently had passed a laugh.

" There's no harm in trying, hyung. You're strangers, for now, and maybe that would be a way, a chance to know eachother better? "

So now he has reached the destination he was supposed to, cause the mentioned address seems this one and the same is shown in his screen of GPS. His heart feels like its on his throat now, and even in the faintest of the coughs may have the organ out in his hands. Almost. Its basically throbbing now, and Yoongi winces at the feeling: he's not used to this, because never in his life has he felt so nervous like this. Not even at the tightest of situations he has ever been, and now he can't tell if its one of them; it shouldn't be, because it apparently was just a meeting. He filled in deep inhales, and reminded himself of all what he was told to. He didn't want to; but maybe that was the human nature, to find solace in the matters which makes them feel even shittier. Or maybe that was Yoongi's nature, because all the siuations he had been nervous in, had all turned shit in the end.

No matter how hard he tried to keep everything at bay and work hard to be confident and tell himself that it shall be okay.

Not always hardwork brings success, he thinks.

He didn't want to overthink; he really didn't want to. He wanted this meeting to go totally plain as his father wanted it to be, without any "show-offs"..and the faintest part of him, throbbing with his impatient heart wants it to be eitherwise.

Only if his heart hadn't had reminded how irrational that smaller part iis, and how wrong, how painful, how utterly shit it had been the last time when he chose to choose that path, the path who wannted to feel, the part who wanted to be loved.

So he shuts down every thought inside him, and taking the boxes in his hands, gets down the car.

Alright Yoongi, alright. What worse can happen? Fighting.

He really hopes the worst doesn't really happen.

Outfit? check.

Hair? Double check.

Shoes? Check.

Breath? Deca-check ( not that he really had to do anything with it, nor his breath stank like garlic , but it matters anyway and was important. Very important. Thanks to the mint he was chewing. Thanks, bud.)

Chocolates in his hands? Check.

Despite his check list, a quick peek at the rear mirror and a shake to this long, flowy hair which parted so beautifully at his forehead and curled slightly about his nape makes him a bit more presentable. But he wasn't really thinking about his pretty hair or his way of presenting himself. He didn't absolutely know why was he so nervous, its just a goddamned meeting.

Yes, with the girl with whom he was getting married to.

Well..

Everything in order? All check.

Whew… here goes nothing again.

**

His surroundings for what he felt from his senses, was just fine art.

Artworks hung on photoframes of different cultures,and if possible he could even tell for some of them- all of them vulnerable enough to be held in a gallery or a museum. All of them finished with varnish, oil paintings, canvases, pieces of crafts which he knew, was a fine representation of the Korean culture; and such artworks which held significance to cultures around the world. Thick, beige curtains, fine Indian tapestry with bright colours, vermillion and corn yellow. Flower vases, beautifullyy blue with strokes of fine Chinese strokes. A statue of the Tree of Tenere, a Turkish rug on which his feet was placed on, he felt quite inferior to be placing his feet on the artwork: if he could, he would sit on it and observe the symbols and the colours woven so tactfully with geometrical patterns.

He felt quite, or maybe..really stupid, that even rotating his head to a full 360, it felt that it was not enough, and he ought to pay to watch such fine artworks as one does in a museum. Holy moly, he wasn't a much of an artistic person, but his enthusiasm was raised above the radar. And he could name the cultures of only a few, and couldn't name most of them; but he feels utterly, or somewhat in a bigger part, comfortable.

He was told that you were an artist, but fuck… were these all of your tastes? Were you really such an artistic person?

A happy thought had struck him the moment he thought about this, because he could have some help from his cousin Taehyung,who was just the right person to be seeked out, and with his help, he could engage in conversations all day long about artworks and maybe can even befriend you. That won't be weird or awkward.

He was currently seated on a soft tan sofa and his cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

The smile would've been a bit more natural, only if the presence beside him wouldn't have been there with his arms around Yoongi's shoulders, making Yoongi feel much stuffy and all more nervous. He didn't expect his father to be already seated in the humble house of Park's ( Though he has been here for only ten minutes, he felt that humble was the correct word to describe the house. ) with a saccharine smile plastered on his face, the smile which Yoongi knew oh, so well. The smile which at anyone's first glance would seem like a sweet, elderly smile, but Yoongi knew better. If not sweet, or elderely, a hellish bound intention was always behind that smile, and he at this moment prayed that let it be once, once, that his smile, if not genuine, be it not the one with its real meaning.

He wasn't afraid of it; he has never been; but he's scared for someone he is bound to.

The one sitting opposite to him, between Mr. and Mrs. Park, and within the sweet caresses of a comparatively little girl seated nearby, a soft smile adorning her cheeks; the apples of her cheeks slightly rising at every comment her little cousin makes, an occasional laugh leaving her lips.

You.

He was scared for you.

He has seen plrentiful of faces round his years of youth, and can read them like open book pages. The creases or the intensity of their eyes told him enouugh he needed to, and he knew enough. You, you held a bold, but a humble air around you,which he knew was necessary; which came with an innoncence. Not the innocence one would perceive at the first lance, because, the struggles of life evident within couln't affect the sweetness, the tenderness of your face; the innocence, which he feared, at the first glance, was unaware of everything and anything the man seated beside him was capable of. You were beautiful, unlike all the other women he had ben set up to or had seen: proudly buzzing about their wealth and indignance at the liberty. Who don't take a no as an answer.Those women, who didn't have simplicity as their cup of tea; All the bashful, prideful women.

You, were just the opposite. He has seen for only for some quick minutes, but he already knew that you are so, so different from all those people. You don't hesistate to laugh out loud; which he just loved, because you were aware how beautiful your laugh sounded. You didn't pretend for anything, you were just as you were. Your eyes told him a lot about you which even you yourself might not know; Even he was sure with the secretive, warning nudges of your mother at your side to behave, and Yoongi knows just as he was, you were told to be decent, too.

But you didn't pretend, and just were as you were.

" The more humble the heart is, the softer the head stands at the neck, " he remebers seeing that quote in the instagram story of Taehyung, but he's unsure if he remebers the exact one and has forgotten who had quoted that.

Within the soft ringing sounds of laughter he felt his father's hand twitch on Yoongi's shoulders, and he didn't give a fuck if it was a signal or some sort, and he couldn't care less. Just as he had expected, Mr Park and Mrs.Park were such kind people, their elderly love adding more to the humbleness of the house that Yoongi himself felt so much at ease and their behaviour towards them was so, so genuine and sweet that Yoongi had already developed a liking towards them ( and their fondness to the chocolates too, waah ) But however, there was something fishy indeed going on with his father.

When was it not?

And his suspicions were roused even more when his father groaned lightly, and removed his hand on his shoulders trying to be not much showy of his discomfiture. He guessed he's not used to meetings like these, with such hospitality, such kindness within and no facades on and meetings which actually aren't meetings and are something warm, something which a brute like him couldn't understand. Serves him right,Yoongi thought.

Presently, or apparantly, Mrs. Park was evidently aware of his father's actions and asked him if he was alright and if he needed him to whhich he answered so sweetly which made Yoongi shudder in cringe, " Ah, no, Mrs. Park. Old age has begun to tell on me, haha. If these children are growing up, we're all growing bckwards, ah. " Yoongi never particularly understood this statement, but it presently made the elderly couple smile and his father shift a bit. All the while, he could see whenever he peeked down to grab his cup of steaming tea, in his vision, that your eyes secretly were on him.. Almost as if you had something to tell, but your expressions devoid of such each time he actually looked at you; but eyes speak enough. The longing in your eyes were evident that you wanted to speak, but so far, he had only heard you intoducing yourself with a small smile and tall to your little cousin now dozing off to sleep in your lap.

And he doesn't miss the way your smaller hands stroke the child's hair as she sleeps profoundly.

And now his father with a small hum, began " Ah. Enough of us oldies speaking. If we don't let the youth speak together, that won't be fair at all!! " And with an equally cringing laugh which Yoongi hated, so much. " The new generation says, ' communication is the sole way out. Oh dear me, if you were only fifty years older!" Which was again returned with soft laughters and here now Mr. Park speaks up, his attention diverted to you, and with a small pat on your head md nods. nods, " Go, my honeybun. Young Mr. Min is a nice man, and talk to him as long as you want. " He didn't really liked to be called so by someone older than him and his sooon to be relative, but he hoped he could read your eyes which were on your father. But for your father, there was a certain hint of gratitude filled within.

" Ah, uncle….Yoongi, please call me Yoongi. "

And as he got up, he felt the demanding eyes of his own father burn through the back of the skull, seemingly wanted to him to look back, or make a signal, but he did nothing and got up to walk towards the far end balcony, as he saw you advance towards it with a slow pace so that he could catch up with her. Surprisingly, his pulse wasn't nearly so quick as it had been before, and he can only blame that despite not talking to eachother directly in any ways, he kinda felt at ease with you, and could even tell about you being on his head for the rest of the week. Well, not that he would actually say you that.

But however,he didn't miss the immense sense of satisfaction which filled his insides with his small rebellious act.

But he thought none of them when he felt, or rather he thought he hallucinated for a sure minute when he felt the touch, a brush of warm fingers. It was so slight, anyone could say it was barely there,or wasn't there, or was accidental. And he didn't want to think what he actually wanted to think. Because a flushed face wouldnt really be something for a great impression, and besides, he swears he felt within his periperhal vision, your innocent eyes, gazing directly at him. Oh, now, he really wanted to think that it wasn't just an accidental touch…

Goddamit Yoongi, focus!

**

" Its an anonymous quote. Or so, the sources have been too old to know who actually quoted that. " You answer softly to Yoongi's curious query when he asked if you knew about that certain quote, and he was slightly { read : v e r y } happy with himself that he didn't had to open the conversation with the awkward hii"s and hello's; moreover the mention of the quote had somewhat brightened your face, your eyes, and you seemed to be at ease more than what he saw in the living room.

" This is why I couldn't remember it properly, I suppose.." was his timid reply, just expectant of you knowing about the quote, he turned to lok at you directly, though you were still facing the sky, your side profile only being visible to him. Your expressions were oeaceful, but Yoongi desparately wanted to know what your thoughts were. He hoped his behaviour didn't make you feel uncanny or some sort..

Yoongi currently stood beside you in the balcony, silently basking in the cold fall winds ,watching the birds depart to their homes after the day's work as the sun finally lowered more and more down the horizon, the sky being a mix of light vermillion-pink with white clouds floating by. some occasional leaves glided swiftly through the soft breeze,it was a soft twilght.

Conversations with you were so easy, and hopefully not as awkward. You were smart, he found out, and just an art enthusiast as well. A confident, voice with tones of softness was how you sounded, and he really felt more and more at ease with you.

However, Yoongi's stomach churned, churned with such a plight of exictement,nervousness(?) and slight anticipation through the small conversation. The queation which bubbled, boiled inside his head since so long, he wanted to ask you, but definetely not in a weird way. You both were surprisingly still not at the topic of your marriage; it was a normal conversation, and as the minutes passed by, the urge increased, more and more, almsot getting irresistable.

And so again, here goes something.

" Do you want this marriage? "

Your eyebrows shoot upwards, and your eyes widen, and he sees,if anything, he can tell his question completely caught you off guard.

With some quick blinks, he sees you prepare yourself and finally turn to im. Your expression is still slightly of surprise, but however, he sees you release a breath.

" Before I answer you, Mr. Min…do you? "

He should've expected that. However, he didn't find it weird , because he isn't going to reply that he was curious to meet you, and didn't really ponder whether he actually wanted it or not, because he didn't really have an option eitherwise; to think and say yes or no. He was just told, as how examination dates are announced…you have no other option but to accept your fate.

Thats the hell of a comparision.

But now as he was asked….

He knows that you might be aware, too.

And so he decides to opt for a slow headnod, rather than any verbal response, because he's unsure of what to say, and he hopes,, through his nod, you can understand, I do.

His nod seems to have roused something in you.

He sees you look down, and waits for your answer. You're avoiding eye contact, not because you're shy, but something eitherwise.

" I don't. "

Oh.

Yoongi doesn't want to linger on it, he doesn't want to ponder on it. You don't want this marriage, and if so, he ought to leave immediately without your wishes. He doesn't wants you to be uncomfortable, and with a tiny nod which he's sure you noticed, turns his back to leave. But just as he moves forward, he feels the warm warm palm catch his wrist and give a tug.

He doesn't cares now about the way his heart struggled to get out of his throat again.

He catches your big, doe eyes staring intensely at him, with a flash of sadness, longing (??) within?

" Oh, Mr. Min…don't leave me alone.."

He now definetely feels the way his breath gets caught in his lungs. What do you mean?

" I don't mean it in such a way that I'm rejecting your proposal, Mr. Min. I wasn't really given an option whether to accept or reject..; I had to accept it, and I suppose it was the same way around you too? "

" It..it was. " he finaly had regained his power of speech, and now he didn't quite understand, but the small tug of his heart had stopped, and he rather felt releived, when he had ought not to, to know that you both were in the same boat.

You release your grip from his wrist, and sees you take a breath again.

“ I just said it because despite having no other options, I don't want to get married……" You muttered something in the end, which he quite couldn't understand, and suddenly a thought strikes him.

" Is it because you despise guys like me? "

And now he really wants to smile the way your eyes widen as big as saucers, and with your smaller palms spread out, you wave immediately,

"No ! no, no, Mr. Min, its not so! its really no so! "

He really didn't like you calling him Mr. Min, but he could drag on for now.

" It was a small jest, ___. I was kidding. "

You look releived, and suddenly the confidence is back in you as you set your eyes firmly to his own.

" Its not because of who you are or your position, Mr. Min. I do not care much about what the internet says, and I respect you as a person. " You smile lightly as you bite your lips, and Yoongi nods for you to continue further.

" Its because, after years of applying and getting rejected, it was the last chance for me to be finally a visual designer for Valentino,which despite having many limitations,is the star of my dreams; only if I could attend the event at Singapore past this month, which on my presence, would approve me for so in the last streak. But past this month…." you trail off once again, and past this moth was supposed to be the month of your wedding, as what he heard in the discussion back in the living room. He doesn't miss the way your features falter visibly, including your eyes, and there's such dejection in them which hurts Yoongi himself. If anything, he knows your fondness for art,as an artist yourself,your goals were high and this might be really a huge chance for you, and you ought to succeed in it, follow your dreams, and be who you are. Not instead get tied in the marriage alliances at this young age…

" You really want to be in that event, dont you? "

No reply comes back; but the way your lips are tightly pursed, he can tell your answer.

Within the flash of your eyes, he sees a reflection of his own youth age, when he too had dreams like yours; when he too had aspirations full of bright colours, but they all were crushed, one after another, so slowly hard, that it prepared Yoongi to never not set aspirations for himself ever again.

And he definetely did not want the same to happen to you, too.

Setting his jaw firmly that it must not happen, he sets to leave, because he doesn't wants to be the barrier to your hopes, your dreams. He shall talk to his father. And it doesn't matter if he isn't willinng to understand. He shall go immediately and talk about it, and maybe even…

" Mr. Min! " Your brows are now furrowed with a worried look; alsmost a scared look on your face.

" If you're thinking about it, don't, Mr. Min. "

He halted his actions. There was something pulling you back, and he doesn't know what is it. He wants to hear all of it, as he always wanted to.

" You're kind to have considered my situation so quick and I cannot be more thankful to you, Mr. Min. However,if not me, my parents…they..they've never asked me for anything since ever I grew up. Even though they're not really willing towards art, not once did they ever protest or complain about me pursuing a major in arts and not in buisness or biology as I was expected to," he was listening carefully to you, all the while observing your features of your face. From the curve of your jaw, to the apples of your cheeks, the colour of your skin, the bump of your nose, the little moles and your pouty lips, and your eyes, the fluttering eyelashes as you spoke. You're beautiful, he thinks.

Your face had a certain flash of pain within the charms of beauty, as you continue,

" and this is the only thing they've ever asked me. I don't want to run away from it, or deny it. The debt I owe them, is beyond words, and my dream holds little signifcance in light against them; and cannot be ever paid off, but I just sincerely hope it can somehow lift some of it atleast, off my heart. I will try my best to be a good wife, Mr. Min." You look up at him again, the soft breeze making some of your strands flow so gracefully, and a very soft feeling crept up his heart. He silently absorbed your words, happy to know that you're sharing a piece of your heart to him. As your eyes lock, theres's a determintion in your eyes, which he feels is a good omen, perhaps. ' I will, so please I beg you, please don't think about calling off our wedding. "

Our.

And who is he go against your wishes, when you yourself want this? A part of him hopes that your dream won't be totally crushed, and you to fight for it, but if this wedding helps you in something, he would be more than glad but makes no mentions of it. Inappropriately there was no place for words when you had so hopefully asked him to.

He sees a dried maple leaf drift in the wind, and in the darkening shadows of the sky, watched it take homage in your hair, which you're oblivious to. The urge to take it off itches in his palms, and he again ignores the flutter of his heart at your small smile while all looking at his own eyes so deeply, almost as if you're trying to read him, too.

Raising his hands to gently untangle the dried leaf from your hair, he beams off with a small smile seeing your flushed cheeks and surprised face.

" I'll try to be a good husband, too. "

He should've bought a beanie along with him, because damn. Its cold out now.

But he doesn't dare to lift off the shutters of the car, as he thinks he's going to suffocate off the energy which the old man is radiating off at this point. He knows not what pissed him off, and doesn't takes the slihtest of interests to know so. All what he wants to is to get rid of this man for now, lie in bed and think of what hapened today. He's driving silently, but can very well sense the anger of his father, but decides to keep quiet about it. The Parks at their departure were kind as ever, and you had a small smile on your face, even if small, it was genuine.

And your eyes spoke, as if speaking to his own, thank you.

And he had smiled back, or tried to convey it through his smile, always.

" What did you two talk about?" Ah, here he goes. Inevitable! He should've known better that Mr. Old Min likes to hear each details till the speaker's jaws froze, but his ears never bled. Despite that, he keeps awfully quiet, enjoying more and more as he observes the old man getting more and more pissed at his silence and finally bursts out with his rage, amplified with tremble of his old age, " You son of a devil, I fucking asked you something!"

" Glad to know you're aware of what you are. "

" You motherfucker, answer me decently. "

" To what?"

"What.did.you.two.fucking.talk.about?!"

" Oh, I forgot. Besides, you're not the one getting married, so chill, father. "

Oh-oh. He didn't really manifest the grabbing of his sweather's collars by his faher, but wasn't in the slightest surprised about that. He can feel the red hot man's anger, but the shield Yoongi has developed over the years is immune to anything.

" Despite telling you all what you were supposed to, you were with her for almost an hour. " The wrath of his anger snorts on his own, but he shoves it off.

" It wasn't an oral exam, I suppose,father?"

His grip on his collar falters, and he hears the man snort loudly. He didn't care about him, and there was no fucking way he would tell his father whatever you told him today. You both were still if more or less, strangers; still, but acquainteces, and you had trusted him enough to tell him much, and he won't by any means would share it to anyone else.

"Before I answer you, Mr. Min…do you?"

He had never thought so; or maybe he did. Since the moment he was told he was getting married, he was unsure. He had dated only like twice,and the experience wasn't really great. This is marriage, a tie of promise forever, which is undoubtedly a very huge thing. People aren't really often so faithful to keep promises, though they promise them like a piece of cake. Some promises, he knew, are hard to keep forever, and he was uncertain of the ties of marriage alliances.

After talking to you, the uncertainity in him has reduced? he feels at peace, but however there is an intruisive feeling in the back of his heart which made him feel obnoxious. Things today went especillly well,, and he was scared that it went too well.

He just hopes that it goes well-

" Its indeed sad that the chick's dreams for her becoming a designer for Valentino would be shattered by you, son. "

Yoongi felt his blood freeze.

He didn't look at him directly;but by his tone could tell that he had that smug look on his face. Indeed, the obnoxious feeling was just right.

" Not me, father. It's you,because you haven't given either of us any options. "

" Whether that chick marries you or not,it'll be easy to lure her. Innocent chick, she is. " He continues almost as if he didn't hear Yoongi. Yoongi already feels his blood boil to hear this old man call you names, and he takes some deep breaths to calm himself down. This old man is doing everything on purpose to rile you up, Yoongi. Don't let him succeed.

" Even if she had this marriage called off or not, she's going to be a boon for the Min Textiles Inc. already, " he leans back, and Yoongi has to grip the steering wheel harder till his knuckles turn white and the cold wind feels like a slap on his face as he tries his best to stay calm. He hates how right he was about this old bitch being fishy, and he can arely tip that off.

" You didn't listen to me, son. So whether you like it or not, that chick would be lured in here to design for us, without any further queries. Yeseul would definetely be upgraded more for the designs the chick would be making. At the firtst glance at her little gallery, I knew this chick had her potential-"

" You'll be using the designs of ____ without crediting her,but Yeseul? Don't you have an ounce of shame in you, old man? "

Yoongi's voice was filled with hatred,but this just was like a hide-and-seek game for the old man.

" And what about it, son? "

You were in your vulnerable state when you spilled your heart out to him, and whatever the hell this man was trying to do, would just be so unfair, that even thinking of it makes Yoongi recoil with anger. He would not let you be used by anyone.

" Even if I had told her what exactly I was supposed to, I just know your intention was the same.." Yoongi breathed out in a fury, wanting to kick this man out of his car.

" Ah, my son has grown up smart. " And the audacity the man had to grin, he nearly wanted to punch those pearly whites out of that disgusting mouth. But Yoongi contained himself in the calm box, as far as he could. If this had to be the plan of this old bitch, and if he's challeging him,

all fucking right.

He will marry you. He will protect you, with all what he has.

But surely at the moment he did not think beyond his words and what meaning do they possibly hold. All what he wanted was to keep you away from the parasitic man, because he knows how is it to be affected by a parasite.

He will not let your innocence, your sparkle snatched away from you by this terrible shit with his terrible ways, he won't get him get away with it.

He would not let him.

Turning on the ignition again, he filled in deep breaths of oxygen again, as the words of the old man filled his ears.

He closed his eyes, and suddenly your smile was almost infront of him. Almost as if you're standing infront of him again.

I'll protect you. _____ and will keep you safe. I will take care of you.

It's a promise.

And he couldn't wait to marry you.

[solomons-poison]

I’m nervous cause I’ve never asked for a prompt, but here it is: Could I request 2 for the soft kisses for Masamune. Embarrassed Masa is my favorite. I understand if you can’t do it :). Thank you!

Hello hello! No need to be nervous, I don't bite~ I'd be happy to write something for you! I haven't written for Masamune before so I hope this turned out okay

(Requests are now closed upon posting this, but feel free to check out and share the kisses prompt for yourself!)

Date Masamune x GN!reader

♡ kissing their rosy cheeks when it’s cold out

Staying warm as the seasons changed in the Sengoku period was difficult, to say the least. It helped a lot to have Masamune's maids and servants assist in managing the fireplace and kotatsu, and adding straw beneath the winter-style futon you had. You'd admittedly grown used to the existence of modern heating methods in the present— central heating and electric heaters, as well as your sweaters and sweatpants— and wished you hadn't taken them for granted. Now, you could only rely on good old charcoal and the warmth of your warlord lover to hold off the chill of winter in the night.

Morning came, but the chill simply seemed to stay. No amount of layering or gathering close to the fireplace seemed to help remove the cold from your bones. While Masamune was working, you spent the day doing small chores that generated movement and drinking down hot tea, hoping something would help warm you up. But nothing seemed to work. All you could do was hope for your lover to come home and spend some quality time cuddling. Unfortunately, he'd left for a short trip by order of Nobunaga, leaving you to cuddle a wiggly and rebellious Shogetsu in his place.

However, unbeknownst to you, even the great Masamune couldn't seem to shake the cold either. Despite the maids advising otherwise, you'd gone to the front gates of his castle to greet him back from his trip, layered up and ignoring your shivering to hear the distant hoofbeats getting closer. Finally, the gates opened and Masamune and his small entourage came through, and the cold was temporarily forgotten as the happiness of seeing him filled you up.

You couldn't help running over right as Masamune dismounted from his horse. As you opened your mouth to greet him, you couldn't help but notice the red tint on his cheeks, giving him an attractive, boyish look. Unfortunately, his good looks were enough to distract you, and you felt your foot lose traction on a patch of ice, sending you forward into his arms much more roughly than intended. Masamune let out a grunt from the impact, but a moment later, both of you were laughing. After welcoming him home, you pressed a kiss to his cold, rosy cheeks, earning a tight squeeze in his arms.

In the midst of your excitement, you'd both forgotten the rest of Masamune's men were still in the courtyard just a few meters away. That is, until a couple wolfwhistles resounded, coupled with excited chatter. You could clearly hear the words "endearing", "romantic", and even an unexpected "couple goals", making your face burn hotly. Even your lover couldn't escape, a rare embarrassment filling his facial features for once. But as you looked back at each other, the embarrassment turned to love, happy to have each other's warmth again in the chilly winter season.

[cutedisneygirl]

Twelve Days of Christmas Magic

I am little late posting this. I hoped to get this up on Christmas Even or Christmas Day but things were so busy. Hope you enjoy this story.

Warnings: None. Just a cute, romantic, fluffy story, maybe a little sad at times, but mostly cute.

You and Chris have been married for three years. You normally love this time of year. You always look forward to it, but this year you’re not. You and Chris have longed for a baby, but it hasn’t happened yet. When you get asked what you want for Christmas you say to get pregnant. Chris decides to make this a Christmas you will never forget. Chris plans things for the 12 days leading up to Christmas day.

You sit up and rub your eyes and grab your phone from the table next to you. You see you have no messages or missed calls. You get up and walk into the kitchen. Chris is making coffee.

In the quiet glow of early morning, Chris’s eyes sparkled with anticipation. He had a plan, a grand one that would weave enchantment into the days leading up to Christmas. You, wrapped in a cozy robe, stood by the kitchen counter, your heart heavy with unspoken wishes.

The tree, still waiting to be chosen, would soon stand tall in your living room. Its branches would cradle memories, twinkling lights, and perhaps a sprinkle of magic. But today, on December 14th, Chris had something else in mind.

You walk up to him and wrap your arms around him. As the coffee machine hummed, filling the air with the promise of warmth, he turned to you. His hands found yours, fingers entwining, and he kissed your forehead. “Good morning, babe. I am making coffee.”

You leaned into his embrace, seeking solace. “Is it flavored coffee?” you asked, your voice soft.

His eyes crinkled at the corners. “Yes. I think it’s peppermint.”

“Yum, my favorite,” you murmured, inhaling the fragrant steam.

“I have an idea.”

Your brow furrowed. “Uh oh,” you teased, remembering his past escapades.

Chris chuckled. “No, this is a good one, at least I hope it will be.”

“Okay, spill,” you said, curiosity piqued.

And then he said it the idea that would change everything. “I want to celebrate the Twelve Days leading up to Christmas day with you. To create magic, laughter, and memories.”

            “Ummm…. sure. What did you have in mind?”

“We’ll start today,” he declared. “First, let’s go pick out our Christmas tree. Then we’ll decorate it together, and maybe even decorate the house.”

You hesitated. The ache in your heart hadn’t vanished, but Chris’s enthusiasm was contagious.

“Sure, sweetie,” you replied. “Whatever you want to do.”

He frowned, pulling you closer. “Babe, come on. Cheer up. This will be fun. Our own version of the Twelve Days of Christmas.”

The air was crisp, and the scent of pine hung around them as you and Chris rode on a truck filled with hay up the hill to the fields filled with trees. Rows upon rows of evergreens stretched out, each one waiting to become someone’s holiday centerpiece. Chris’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and you couldn’t help but catch his enthusiasm.

“Where do we start?” you asked, your breath visible in the chilly morning air.

Chris grinned, tugging your hand. “Let’s explore together. We’ll know the right one when we see it.”

And so, hand in hand, you wandered through the forest of trees. The sun peeked through the branches, casting dappled shadows on the snow dusted ground. Each tree had its own personality—the tall and regal ones, the slightly crooked ones, and the ones that seemed to whisper secrets.

“Look at this one,” Chris said, stopping in front of a majestic fir. Its branches reached out like open arms, as if inviting you to embrace the season. “What do you think?”

You tilted your head, studying the tree. “It’s beautiful, but maybe a bit too tall for our living room.”

He chuckled. “True. Let’s keep looking.”

And so, you continued your quest. Chris pointed out the ones with perfect symmetry, while you admired the ones with character, the little gaps where ornaments could nestle, the branches that would hold memories.

Then, you saw it, a tree that seemed to glow from within. Its needles were a rich green, and when you touched them, they felt soft and welcoming. It stood at just the right height, neither too grand nor too modest.

“Chris,” you whispered, “this is the one.”

He turned to you, his eyes reflecting the tree’s magic. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. “It’s perfect. Our Christmas tree.”

Chris got the red ribbon from his pocket and tied it around the tree’s trunk, a silent promise that this one was meant for your home. As you rode the truck back to the tree shop the tree farm owner smiled, knowing that love had found its match. He tied the tree to Chris’s car and wished you both a good day and a Merry Christmas.

Later after Chris got the tree up in the living room and you told him whether it was straight or not you began to decorate it together. Then you stood in your living room, lights twinkling and ornaments hanging, you both agreed it was more than a tree. It was hope, laughter, and the promise of miracles. You spent the rest of the day decorating the house. Chris put the lights on the house and helped you decorate the interior.

And so, it began the magic woven into each day. The tree stood proud, its branches adorned with memories and twinkling lights. But beyond that, there were surprises waiting, all that Chris had planned to celebrate the twelve days of Christmas with you.

            On day two Chris suggests you go shopping. At first you groan and say you aren’t in the mood, but he convinces you saying he has a surprise after the shopping. You both get ready and head out. You grab breakfast then head to the mall. Chris at one point kisses you says he will meet you back at the foot court in an hour. You sigh and walk off into Belk’s. Chris heads in the other direction. When you meet back an hour later Chris has a few bags, but most he has already taken to the car.

            “I saw Santa when was coming back. Why don’t we go get some pictures.”

            “Oh Chris! Really?”

            “Come on babe, it will be fun!”

He takes your hand and pulls you towards where the line is, but its not long. You and Chris slowly make their way to the front and then its your turn. You can’t believe Chris wants to do this. You know he’s a big kid when it comes to Christmas, but this seems a little much. Santa greets you and Chris has a big smile. He sits on one side of Santa’s knee and you sit on the other.

            “What do you want for Christmas?” Santa asks, looking at you.

You frown a little “Nothing you can bring me.”

Santa looks at you questionably. Chris shakes his head. “Babe come on.”

Santa looks at Chris “’And what would you like young man?”

Chris smiles. “For my wife to be happy and enjoy this holiday.”

Santa smiles. You get up and start walking away. Chris gets up and follows you and takes your hand. The lady hands Chris your picture. After leaving the mall Chris heads to his car and then he drives downtown.

            “Chris where are we going?”

            “You will see.”

He parks and then after helping you out he takes your hand you start walking. It is then you see the carriage parked.

“Are we going for a carriage ride?”

Chris nods. “Yep.”

He helps you in and then climbs in and the carriage slowly moves. It goes around downtown and you see lights and all kinds of colors. When you get back home you’re tired. Chris kisses your head.

            “Goodnight, babe. I love you.”

            “I love you too.”

The next day, day 3 after you and Chris have eaten breakfast, he suggests you clean up and make Christmas cookies. Baking cookies has always been one of your favorite things to do, but you just haven’t felt like it this year.

            “Why don’t we make some cookies after we get the kitchen cleaned up.”

            “Sure, I guess.” You say taking your plate and carrying it to the dishwasher.

Chris comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you.

            “Babe, come on. It will be fun. You always loved making cookies. We can make all kinds and decorate them.”

            “Sure.”

After the kitchen is clean, Chris starts getting out the ingredients for everything you will need for the cookies you will be making.

            “So, what should we start with? Sugar cookies in different shapes or gingerbread men?” Chris asks, looking at you.

            “It doesn’t matter you pick.”

            “Sugar cookies! I want to make shapes and decorate them.”

Chris starts adding the ingredients to the bowl. At one point he sticks his hand in the flour and then puts some on your nose.

            “Hey! Chris!”

He laughs.

            “Oh, well two can play that game.” You then stick your hand in the flour and then put some on his nose but also rub some on his cheeks.

You then smile. Chris smiles and then gets more flour on his hands and rubs some on your face. You two continue to play and end up covered in flour by the time you are done with the cookies. While the cookies are baking Chris suggests you go get a shower to clean up. By the time you get back the aroma of cookies fills the room. They smell good and you can’t wait to tase one.

            The next day on day, day 4, you and Chris curl up on the couch together and watch several different holiday movies, like hallmark Christmas movies, and ABC holiday movies. By the time the last one is going off Chris looks down and sees you are asleep on his chest. He smiles and kisses your head.

            On day 5 Chris plans to take you ice skating. He knows a great place and knows how romantic it can be at night. So, after some dinner he says he’s taking you somewhere. When he drives up to the rink you can’t believe where he has taken you.

            “Ice skating!”

            “Yes. I know you have said how much you love Ice Skating but never get to go, so I thought this would be a good time and fun.”

            “Do you Ice Skate?”

            “A little, but not very well.”

You and Chris get some skates and sit down on the bench and put them on. Chris slowly stands up and waits for you. Once you have yours on and stand up, he takes your hand. You both slowly make your way to the rink. You look around. It’s so beautiful.

As soon as Chris steps onto the ice he loses his balance and falls and pulls you down with him. You both laugh.

            “Chris!”

            “Sorry, I told you I don’t skate much.”

You get back up slowly, and you both start to skate around the rink holding hands. You fall a few times before you finally get the hang of it. You skate for a while till you are both cold and go home and curl up on the couch and drink hot coco.

            On day 6 you and Chris go and look at Christmas lights. He drives around and you look at the lights as you pass by them. It’s beautiful. You can’t believe how beautiful some of the houses are and how much people have decorated them. Some you think are just over done and have a little too much.            

On day seven Chris reads the story of the Forgotten Christmas Tree Ornament

You and Chris curl on the couch. You have your head on his chest and you listen to him read you the story. He has one hand around you, the other holding the paper he has printed out and reads the story.

            On day eight you wake up and find that Chris is already up. When you walk into the kitchen you see he has a box on the counter. As you get closer you see what it is.

            “A gingerbread house?”

            “Yeah, I thought we could make it together after breakfast. What do you think?”

            “Yeah, sure I guess.”

Chris wraps his arms around you. “It will fun babe I promise.” He says and kisses you.

After breakfast you and Chris clean up and then make the gingerbread house. When you are done you, both stand back and look at your house.

“It turned out good.” Chris says with a smile.

            “Yes, it did.” You smile and look up at him. “So, what do you planned for tomorrow?”

            “I’m not telling. You have to wait and see. We will go tomorrow evening after dinner.” He smiles.

            The next day, which is day 9, you and Chris have just finished dinner, you clean up while Chris gets ready. He tells you to bundle up that it will be cold. You look outside and see that it had snowed the night before. It was beautiful. You have always loved the snow, and loved sledding and building snow men, but this year, you just didn’t feel up to it.

After you both put on your coats, gloves, hats and scarves you head to the car. Chris drives for what seems like a long time, but it wasn’t as long as it seemed. It was only about twenty minutes. Chris pulls into a big parking lot and then gets out. You see all the snow.

“Chris where are we?”

Chris smiles and takes your hand. He walks to the trunk and opens it and takes out a sled.

            “Sledding?”

            “Yep.”

            “But you only have one.”

            “We only need one. We are going together.”

Chris walks towards the hill, where you see lots of people heading.

            “That’s a big hill.”

            “Don’t worry, I got you. I will hold you tight. Promise.”

Chris sets the sled down and has you get on first and then gets behind you and wraps his arms around you.

After sledding for a few hours, you and Chris head back home. You are about to head inside and get warm when Chris stops you.

            “Babe, come here.”

            “What?” You ask walking towards him.

You don’t see the snowball in his hand and before you can react, he throws it at you and it hits your chest.

            “Chris!”

He laughs. “Sorry babe I couldn’t resist.”

            “Oh, you’re going to get it now!”

You reach down and grab some snow and make a snowball and throw it at Chris, but you miss.

            “Dang it!”

            “Missed me!”

You make another and try again, this time you hit his back as he tries to run away. You and Christmas throw snowballs for the next minutes. Then Chris stops after running.

            “Okay I’m tired. Why don’t we make a snow man?”

            “Chris, sweetheart. I’m cold. I just want to go in.”

            “Come on please? Just one.” He says putting his bottom lip out.

You sigh. You can’t say no when he does that. “Fine.”        

You make a snow man and then go in and get warm by the fire after changing into comfortable clothes.

            The next day, which is day 10, you and Chris have a game night. You play Scrabble, Uno, Gin, Life, and Christmas Monopoly. Chris won most of them. The only one you manage to win is Uno. You were good at that game.

            On day 11 you and Chris curl up on the couch after eating dinner with a bowl of popcorn and watch the classic Christmas movies. It’s a Wonderful Life, The Christmas story, Charlie Brown Christmas, Twas the Night before Christmas, A year without a Santa Claus and Christmas Vacation. You go to bed that night and curl up next to Chris. Chris lays awake a few minutes looking down at you. He feels like you have been a little better lately, that you were a little happier than you were at the beginning, but he knows you’re still a little sad. He hopes tomorrow on Christmas day you will enjoy spending time with his family and the gift that he has for you. He kisses your head. “I love you Y/N.”

            You are the first one awake Christmas morning. You normally are the last to get up. Normally Chris is awake before you. He’s like a kid at Christmas and loves Christmas and can’t wait to get up. But this morning, it’s you. You look down at Chris and see he’s still fast asleep. You look over at the clock on your bedside table and see it is 7:00 am. This is the earliest you have gotten up in a long time. You get out of bed and walk into the living room. You look at the tree and all the presents under it. Normally you love opening presents and can’t wait, but this year, you’re just not into it. You then look outside and see it’s snowing. It’s beautiful. You’re so keen on the snow that you don’t hear Chris. It isn’t until you feel his arms wrap around you that you know he’s there.

            “Chris!” You say and jump.

            “Sorry babe. Didn’t mean to scare you.” He kisses your cheek.

He looks out the window. “It’s beautiful. A white Christmas.”

            “Yeah. Are we going to be able to get your moms later?”

            “Yes, we will. Don’t worry.”

You nod.

            “Do you want eat first or open presents first?”

            “I know what you want to do.” You say as you turn your head and look at him.

He smiles. “Can we?”

            “Yeah, I guess.”

You head towards the couch and sit down. Chris walks to the tree and picks up and wrapped box. As you watch the snowflakes dance outside, Chris hands you a small box. Inside, a delicate ornament, a baby’s bootie hung from a golden thread. Tears welled in your eyes.

“Maybe this year,” he whispers, “our greatest gift will arrive.”

And in that moment, surrounded by love and the promise of miracles, you believed in Christmas magic once more.

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Happy Birthday Wishes By Month For Family And Friends

Here are personalized "Happy Birthday" wishes tailored for each month, perfect for sending to family and friends:

January Birthday Wishes

"Happy Birthday! January might be cold, but your heart and spirit warm up everyone around you. Wishing you a year filled with cozy moments and endless joy!"

"As the new year begins, so does another beautiful chapter of your life. Happy January Birthday! May this year be as bright and promising as the start of a fresh new year."

February Birthday Wishes

"Happy Birthday to my favorite February-born! Just like the month of love, you fill our lives with warmth and affection. Wishing you a day full of love and a year full of happiness!"

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March Birthday Wishes

"Happy Birthday! March is a time of renewal and growth, and I hope this year brings you fresh opportunities and blooming happiness."

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April Birthday Wishes

"Happy Birthday to my favorite April-born! Just like spring, you bring color and life to everyone around you. Wishing you a year full of new beginnings and endless happiness."

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"Happy Birthday to my favorite October-born! Just like the crisp autumn air, you bring a refreshing joy to everyone around you. Wishing you a year full of cozy moments and happiness."

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These month-specific birthday wishes can add a personal touch to your messages for family and friends.

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Ascending is thee greatest compliment I can imagine, wow ♡ I too am ascending, meet me on the astral plane.

The P1 music being good is quite the selling point for me actually! I absolutely adore a good video game soundtrack. There are some songs from P2 that I love, but a lot of unmemorable ones, too. On that note, are there any songs or albums that you associate with Pathologic? Over the past few days, Shrines by Purity Ring has become this for me. Grandloves is a Victor song and Cartographist is a Yulia song... maybe because of the name. I also really heavily associate that whole album with Silent Hill 3 for some reason.

I love the little divorcing Yulia drabble omg. "Why bother honey? Just come back to bed." Like ok. I suppose I will. *does my best impression of that gif of Tigger walking away dejectedly* And the divorcing Eva one is funny.

Out of everyone, Yulia is actually the one I have the most trouble imagining as a yandere. She's so gentle and mild-mannered - so I agree with what you said in your other reply. She'd make it so she's the only one who'll be there for you in this sick sad world.

Your yandere thoughts are my yandere thoughts <3 What's better than codependent mutual obsession to the exclusion of everything else... wait, don't answer that. I think I imprinted on the relationship in Hemingway's A Farewell to Arms. "You've such a lovely temperature." "Your blood coagulates beautifully." Would yandere Daniil say those things? Probably not but I'm thinking about it anyway.

Losing my entire MIND over your yandere Victor thoughts and I didn't even send you a request? You're telling me this in casual conversation and I am eating it UP omfl. Ooh thanks for reminding me of that quote. (Would Yulia say it was destiny that I chose to be 🐿️, a prey animal, before these ideas ever existed?) God, how uncomfortable would that be for Khan and Maria. Especially given you're closer to Maria's age than to Victor's.

YOUR WHOLE HEART LAID BARE BEFORE HIM ON A SILVER TRAY! PLEASE why is this reminding me of when you said "dissect and break her down to use for their own biddings" from your post on the Kains obeying the laws of nature. The lyric "I'll stake rare toothpicks in my dirt filled heart / meander the sacred lot of you in every season" from Grandloves by Purity Ring. Are these like the Lines that the kin talked about?? Not to sound like an insane person but I always imagined that letting someone get to know you, really really know you and the entirety of your ugly soul, is like being peeled. Ripping all your skin off and being so vulnerable. And for someone to want anything to do with you after that? [disintegrates]

More overprotective yandere Victor thoughts I had while doing the dishes earlier in this mcfreaking humidity (before I read most of your reply): not a big gift giver but will make dove-themed things for you or have them made for you. A cuckoo clock, a music box. You're the proverbial bird in the gilded cage. Spoils you in the sense of not having to do small labors/chores - even if you want to do the dishes, well guess what, that's someone else's job. (Perhaps this was wish fulfillment while doing the dishes).

Idk where him randomly ignoring occasionally came from tbh, but oddly I feel it's specific to him as a yandere only. Perhaps he has flashes of self-awareness - is he being overbearing? He's giving you some time to yourself! But the townspeople are so chilly - they're polite to you, but you won't find any warmth or companionship there. There isn't anywhere else you belong. Will solicit your opinion on intellectual pursuits but will only use and credit your small ideas. Will twist your big ideas & won't publicly credit you for them; will have a convincing and perfectly rational reason for not doing so that he explains gently to you. But truthfully, it wouldn't do for you to be getting *too* much of the townspeople's attention, and god forbid you start thinking you can make something of yourself without him.

I love the contrast of yandere Big Vlad! Yandere Big Vlad my beloved indeed... DON'T MAKE ME HAVE FEELINGS FOR BIG VLAD PLEASE 🫣 Ngl the #1 quality that the fictional men I would bang (though there are not many) have in common is Being a Widower 😭 Gosh the glorified pet/temptation & sin incarnate/prince/princess paragraph is good stuff. And Saburov 100% ok with being a cuck lmao

Yandere Aspity - if she falls in love with you then the earth itself would too? That's so cute honestly!! I also really like the second option, "a piece of the earth defying its original self." Neat. I saw bits and pieces of human kink stuff while looking through your archive at sorcerous-caress. It's interesting to think about, though difficult to wrap my head around another species seeing humans as "other" and exotic haha

We haven't mentioned yandere Aglaya yet. I haven't progressed past day 7 yet so there's some context I need to refresh myself on probably. But I think yandere Aglaya is overprotective and isolating as well. It's for your own good and one day you'll understand. She wants to save you! She'll take you far away from here and build the two of you a little nest and you'll be so safe and happy. You're the only one she can be her true self around, the only one she can bear her soul to.

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Ex-husband Artemy was great and and I'm completely sold on aroallo Artemy :) For him to give you a kiss without being drenched in the smell of post-surgery blood? lolllllll Not to butter you up even more (jk I am happy to do this) but you can get me to read x readers for characters I don't wish to know carnally and that's not typical of me. It helps that the characters are all really interesting, but the way you write them definitely helps too 🫡🫡

Thanks for letting me be a silly goose on your blog!! And for all your sweet comments. I have the same worry about repeating myself, oh well. But you make me feel comfortable being a little deranged on here. As always, take all the time you need to respond.

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Hmm songs I associate with Pathologic

There is one! but it's in Arabic "مطلوب زعيم - كاريوكي" It talks about leaders or governments in general betraying its people and how those people still fought to survive despite it all. Despite the leaders they entrusted throwing them to the wolves. The song describes wanting a righteous leader that can hear their (town) heartbeat (literally the lyrics which fit too well) A leader that doesn't live in castles when a portion of their people live in houses akin to graves (again pathologic lore)

The Kains, the Olgimskays and even the law obiding Saburov all used the plague to try and gain more power, to prove that their way of thinking and living is superior. They didn't help people just for the sake of helping them or combating the plague, no they wanted something out of it. They derailed the healers progress and made everything way harder for everyone.

Oh and my favourite Pathologic 2 OST is Twyrin. Yeah it's on the shorter side but god is it so iconic? OF FUCKING COURSE ANDREY STAMATIN GETS THE BEST MUSIC IN THE GAME >:(

While in Pathologic Classic HD it's Utroba Disease

I also love the character specific music? Like the Haruspex Lair theme, because it embodies him in a way! It's an impressive feat to merely use music alone without lyrics to tell a story or communicate a certain vibe, but god does P2 and P1 achieve it seamlessly.

Take the soundtrack Warehouse-Rubin for example and how it starts so quietly, building up ever so slowly that the silence itself merges with the music notes.

Like an ever growing shadow in the corner of your vision, it's hard to spot and you forget about it immediately after looking away.

But then. Oh but then.

Insanity spiral. A painfully sharp high pitched sound pierces your eardrumns, akin to a human scream muffled by the beat, a symphony of agony, a tortured soul crawling out of the grave to give one final scream with the last of its breath.

Lastly, it stops. The screeching of the record follows, someone choking on air, or regaining their breath.

The curtains are drawn back, and Rubin puts his gaurd up again.

There are so many beautiful ones too that tell a tale with just their title. Painting a melancholic picture.

The Haruspex is all alone

The music itself feels as if it's making fun of him while letting him wallow in his sadness. Cruelly taunting him and breaking his already bruised heart into a million pieces. Not even giving him the courtesy to lick his own wounds or mourn what he has lost.

The Bachelor learns

Starts with one instrument, and then gradually, more and more are added, as if every new sound is a puzzle piece that the Bachelor is putting back into place. Slowly making progress until a whole symphony is formed when all he had at the start was one single note, sounding like the bells of a clock.

The Changeling sneaks into the Stamatins loft

The suspension! The thrill in every note, building you up before letting you fall when it suddenly pauses. You can't be discovered, someone is nearby, you need to be cautious. Hold your breath, steady your feet, and don't step on the creaking wooden boards. After the excitement dies down, you're given a steady rhythmic beat that guides your foosteps. The sound of someone taking a short breath is incorporated into the notes, even the breath in your lungs need to follow the beat and blend in

I'm glad you liked the Yulia divorce hc lmao. I feel like whatever worst case scenario possible there is, Yulia already thought of it and not only that but spent restless nights imagining the divorce before the two of you even got married?

So when it arrives she is prepared, doesn't even bat an eye. And her casual approach makes you doubt yourself out of sheer shock? Like huh, maybe divorce is really not a big deal... yk what sure I'll stick around for a little bit longer, scoot over.

The biggest flaw in Yulia's design is that even if she had those yandere urges, would she bother acting out on them? Suddenly, her fatalism becomes a beneficial trait. Gentleness goes a long way more than possessiveness ever does.

Yandere Yulia would rather reel you in slowly, be as soft as a breeze of air. You could spend your whole life together and never be aware of the unhinged thoughts going through her brain at all times.

She is easily content and doesn't demand a lot. Probably one of the safest bets in terms of yanderes. She doesn't isolate you or try to hold power of you. While eats her up at night that you might leave or find someone else, those feelings aren't new to her, she had a similar crisis about the thought of the world ending last month.

By being unstable and unhinhed naturally, the yandere thoughts perfectly blend within her inner world and all that comes out is the same mild-mannered Yulia you've known.

And oh 👀 those are amazing lines for Yandere Daniil. Honestly he'd be as intense as a storm, you'll be constantly prodded and questioned as if you're the greatest enigma he has ever seen.

It'd would annoy him so much that he can't understand why he is so obsessed with you. He NEEDS to know. Why is everything about you so special? Why is the colour of your blood the most beautiful red he has ever seen? Why are your pupils the loveliest black there is? Why are you so intoxicating and magnetic?

If that was before getting together, he'd notice some unhinged comments slipping his lips every now and then while everything else seems to be as business usual.

And omfg yes everything you said about Yandere Victor is so true.

He wants you to think he is on your side, that he could never be anything but supportive and kind. That the idea of him purposely sabotaging your attempts to have anything that doesn't involve him is silly and you're overworked, sweetheart.

He babies you intentionally so you forget how to fly. The townfolks are nice and chill to you no matter what so you never have to put in effort in socialising and therefore will never develop any meaningful relationships or build a support system besides him.

It's like being suffocated by a feather pillow. Victor can't possibly be stealing your ideas if he credited you for the small ones and makes such a big deal of mentioning that it was you who picked the colours for the townshall new curtains.

So how come he stops at that and doesn't even bring up the new laws you proposed adding or public wellfare plans you worked hard on?

Coincidentally, the next month, people stop you in the streets to sing the praises of your husband for coming up with such a brilliant plan for aiding people struggling with income. A plan that suspiciously sounds similar to your own papers left collecting dust in one of the locked drawers in his desk.

Except it's just different enough that you feel doubtful it was on purpose. Remembering his words, how silly of an idea this even is. Yeah... you're probably just need some rest. Victor is a genius, what would he ever copy your papers for? You need to have more faith in your husband.

Until one day you'll wake up and realise you've completely forgotten how to fly, that the wings weighted heavy by your sides. How kind is it of your husband to offer to pluck some of the feathers off and relief you from the burden of thinking or working? Even simple tasks are too much. No, leave the dishes. That's someone else's job, dove.

oh god Yandere Aglaya is a special case. Because she is a meta character, she knows about the 4th wall (in a way) That makes her so much more dangerous.

And 👀 She can fall for the player, becoming a yandere for this force controlling the healers around.

Aglaya knows she is a doll and thinks you are a doll, too. She knows this is just a game played by kids, that nothing really matters. No one is really alive.

So it's completely morally justified in her views to take you for her own. I mean, she is THE inquisitor and her word is law. She is the one who orders the destruction of the polyhedron, you think she can't simply order you to be her spouse?

But Aglaya wouldn't take stoop that low, it's also tiresome to constantly throw her weight and power around. Instead, she will tell you about the bleak reality you're living in and how everyone and everything in your life is a lie.

Did it break your mind? Good, stay with her then. It will be extremely easy to nudge you along.

Did it not? ...that is strange. Explain yourself. Now.

Are you that apathetic? or are you too stupid to comprehend her words? Which one is it?

...oh, you don't care because the love you feel is real even if the people are not?

You've spelled your doom with that sentence, she is hooked. All her life she has been the only one with free will, in all her years of living she has never ever met another person who is aware of the truth of this universe without having gone insane.

But you stood your grounds.

Yandere Aglaya doesn't beat around the bush, she doesn't play mind games nor manipulate you.

She puts all her cards on the table, shows you ever single one. Explains herself fully and make her intentions clear.

She is not letting you go, you cannot run far enough. She has you corner on this chessboard, what is your move?

Be with her and she will make your life heaven. You don't have to do anything you don't want to, she won't force you. She just needs you around like her body needs oxygen to stay alive. She will provide you with anything you dream of, she will use her powers to shield you. Even in the worst case scenario where whe she is stripped of her inquisitor powers, she will find a way somehow to make sure no harm befalls you.

Aglaya is very direct. She doesn't lie, but... she has a tendency to conceal the truth. Would you count that as her lying? She doesn't.

But if you call her out on it, she doesn't deny it. If you ask if she's the one who behind why your world is suddenly falling apart, why no one dares look you in the eyes anymore. She will admit it with zero shame.

She doesn't try to paint herself in a tender soft light like Victor, nor does she keep her innermost desires in her brain and only show you gentleness like Yulia.

Aglaya is a constant, she doesn't falter. You can slow her down but never stop her. It's simply a matter of time before she wins.

And really... her feelings are sincere. The way she openly admits her awe when it comes to your mind and heart, the flirtatious poems that smoothly slide off her tongue in an almost jarring scene from the usual icey lips of the steel inquisitor.

She refuses to involve you in her work, they're bad people and will only try to take advantage of you. Everything you are will be broken down then stiched together to fit their views.

But she lets you fly freely instead of caging you in. It is your freedom she fell in love with after all. All those extreme measures before were just so you'd agree to her proposal, after getting together, Aglaya is more than content and never clingy.

She only asks to see you once a day. The rest is up to you. They are all just dolls in the end. She doesn't even consider them human enough for her to be jealous over.

Aglaya is used to getting results and finding solutions to impossible problems. Why would she ever do something which might harm you or scare you away? that is counterproductive and won't result in you falling in love with her.

Instead, she offers to compromise. You can live your life, have all your friends, and do whatever your heart may desire. As long as she stays a constant in that life, write her letters back and tell her about your days. She genuinely enjoys taking a peak at your mind.

Aglaya is very charming when she wants to. She knows how to read people like the back of her hand. It's easy to figure out what motivates you and what you're attracted to. It's easier for her to dapt those traits and watch you subconsciously seeking her company more. She knows what makes you tick and how to sweep you off your feet.

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Snow Day

here we are: the silence between us so deafeningly loud, so chaotically still.

three months ago this ice would cut me, bruise my bones from the inside out. but now i hide in my room, stay far from the winter storms in the warmth of the bed we once shared.

the loneliness is palpable, the distance between us growing each and every day.

i remember the last time we spoke, a chilly day last october, before i could wear a costume to mask my true feelings, a quiet conversation about our day, somehow so cold i wished the phone would disconnect and leave me in the peace that comes only by hiding from the world deep under my covers.

i can't tell anybody that i replay every word, that i somehow still miss you even though i know i shouldn't, even though the pain is still so raw.

i can't tell anybody that i still think of you, still love you.

i stay quiet even though my heart won't stop screaming.

i wear my new costume hesitantly, waiting for the tulips outside my window to blossom.

and i know winter will turn to spring, but the seasons move so slowly, and the snowflakes are still falling like my heart.

so devastatingly silent, so tragically still.

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Prompt 1: Gift exchange, peaceful, decorate

Cast: Reno, Rude, Raine(Turks OC), Elena, and a small cameo of Tseng at the end, mention of Alexander(the summon of Light)

Setting: Midgar, Turks HQ, Turks Lounge, Sector 3(in this AU that includes my OC, S3 exists as the place where most of the Turks have homes, excluding Tseng who lives in the Shinra Building).

Time: Unnamed day in Winter, close to Life Day(or our Christmas/whatever winter holiday you celebrate)

@shinraholidayparty

tags:

- rated: Teen

- tw none

perfect imperfections:

Once more, winter had crept upon the city of Migdar with its chilly winds and frosty snow. However, the festive spirit was in full swing, and the city was bustling with life and joy. The streets were adorned with colorful lights and decorations, while the air was filled with the sweet aroma of hot cocoa and freshly baked cookies.

Children of all ages ran around in the snow, building snowmen, having snowball fights, and delighting in the magic of the season. Adults worked tirelessly, hoping to earn a day or two off to spend with their loved ones, while couples brimming with affection for each other eagerly awaited the perfect moment to steal a kiss or a tender gesture. Everywhere one would look, there was an atmosphere of warmth, love, and happiness, making the city of Migdar truly magical during this special time of year.

Amidst the towering facade of Shinra HQ, where every inch of the building is polished to a gleaming shine, lies a cozy haven known as the Turks Lounge. The sound of merriment fills my ears, and my eyes are immediately drawn to the festive decorations that adorn every nook and cranny of the space. The walls are bedecked with ribbons of crimson and emerald, and the air is filled with the sweet scent of evergreens.

The holiday season was on the horizon, and with it came a wave of festive decorations that transform homes and businesses alike into a winter wonderland. Among these decorations are the beloved holiday moogles - little white creatures that resemble flying cats - of all shapes and sizes. The adorable creatures can be found perched on shelves and windowsills, their cheery expressions bringing smiles to the faces of all who enter.

And then there are the Life Day trees - tall, majestic, and spruced up in an array of twinkling bulbs that cast a warm and inviting glow over the entire room. The trees are adorned with ornaments of all kinds, from classic glass baubles to handmade crafts. The scent of pine fills the air, and the sound of carols can be heard in the background, lending to the overall festive atmosphere.

The scene was truly a sight to behold, a testament to the joy and camaraderie that the Turks share in this special time of year. The holiday season brings people together, and the decorations serve as a visual reminder of the love and connection we share during this magical time.

The group of Turks were decorating and having a conversation.

Raine, a breathtaking young woman with sparkling emerald eyes and a fit physique, exclaimed with excitement, "This is perfect for the season! The weather, the atmosphere, everything is just flawless! We couldn't have asked for anything better!"

Elena, a young woman with long blonde hair cascading down her back and deep brown eyes that sparkled with amusement, let out a joyous giggle and nodded her head in agreement. "I couldn't agree more," she said. "It's nice to have a break from the constant chaos and turmoil that we're all too used to dealing with throughout the rest of the year."

Reno, a fiery redhead with blue eyes, sat atop Rude, a bald man wearing a suit and sunglasses with hazel eyes.

Reno declared, "I wish every day could be Life Day so I could give you guys gifts all the time!" He winked at Raine as he said this.

Raine and Elena laughed, and Rude joined in with a snicker.

Raine shook her head in amusement and replied, "Reno, you don't have to wait for Life Day to give us gifts. You can give them to us anytime you want."

“I know that, I just find it super special to do it around the holidays! It is the season of giving after all!” He waved around a hot glue gun, risking burning poor Rude’s bald head while conveying his point.

Elena chuckled heartily in response to something that was said, "Well, he does have a point." Suddenly, she noticed something alarming and quickly pointed in Rude's direction, "But, uh, Reno you may wanna watch out," she cautioned. Elena's eyes were locked on a glob of hot glue that was perilously close to touching Rude's bare head.

Reno looked down at where she was pointing and did the total opposite of what he should've done. Not only did Rude immediately get singed but Reno grabbed it and burned himself as well, causing Rude to send them both to the ground.

Rude winced and brought his hand to his head, letting out a pained cry. "Ow, Reno!" he exclaimed, his brows furrowed in discomfort.

Reno winced in sympathy, his gaze flickering over to the angry red burn on Rude's head. "I'm so sorry, buddy," he murmured, his voice laced with concern.

As soon as they heard the commotion, Raine and Elena swiftly abandoned their ongoing decorating and rushed to assist the boys without any delay.

As soon as the commotion died down, Raine was quick to act. She knelt between Reno and Rude, checking on their injuries. "Are you guys okay?!" she asked with concern, her voice filled with worry.

Reno seemed to have hurt his hand, but Rude's wound was more severe. Raine immediately directed Elena to tend to Reno while she took charge of Rude's care. She assessed his head injury carefully, making sure to apply the proper amount of healing magic.

Reno complained, grimacing in pain, "It stings a bit, but we're fine."

Elena laughed and playfully hit him on the arm, "Oh no, Reno, you're not getting away with this one. You just got burned! Let me take care of that."

She pulled out her trusty first aid kit and began to tend to his burn, making sure to clean and treat it properly to prevent infection. Despite Reno's protests, Elena was determined to make sure he was okay and wouldn't suffer any long-term damage from the burn.

Rude's expression contorted into a frown as he uttered, "It hurts far more than I had anticipated."

Raine gazed at Rude's head wound with a look of concern, “Well, you were burned by a lot of hot glue but nothing I can't heal.”

She knew it was a serious burn caused by the hot glue, but she was determined to heal it. With a wave of her hand, she summoned her healing magic and began to mend the wound. After a few moments, she applied some burn ointment to the affected area and gently wrapped a bandage around it.

Raine's smile was a sign of relief as she saw the wound slowly start to heal. “There we go, all better," she said softly. “Just keep the bandage on for a couple of days and you should be okay again soon. Plus with the holidays about, you'll have plenty of time to relax.”

Rude flashed a smile at Raine, as he reached for another pair of sunglasses from his suit jacket. The array of identical shades gleamed in the light, neatly arranged and waiting to be chosen.

With a practiced hand, he swapped out the cracked lenses of the old pair that had failed him during his last tumble. "Thank you, Raine. Appreciate it," he murmured, his voice low and smooth.

After thanking Rude for his assistance, she turned towards Elena, who finished treating the burns on Reno's skin. With a friendly smile, "How are you feeling?" Raine's eyes were filled with compassion as she looked at Reno.

Reno's complexion contorted into a slight grimace as he shrugged his shoulders, but he managed to flash a reassuring smile. "It stings a little," he admitted, "But I've dealt with worse before. I can handle it.”

“Alright, if you're sure…," Raine spoke, “Elena and I can take care of these remaining tasks, and once we're done, we can all hang out together. It'll be a fun time with all four of us.”

Elena's face lit up with excitement as she eagerly nodded in agreement, "That's a fantastic idea, Raine! We shouldn't waste any more time, let's finish up right away!"

The boys stood nearby, giving nods of approval before moving to sit next to each other and chat for a bit. Meanwhile, the girls were busy finishing up the decorating task they had taken on. Raine, in particular, was meticulously putting the finishing touches on the last Life Day tree, which was adorned with white tinsel and green bows along the pine branches. With care, she placed a star on top of the tree to complete the festive look.

As Elena decorated the room, she carefully hung different ornaments and trinkets on the walls and ceiling. Among them was a small sprig of mistletoe, which she strategically placed under the doorway. While doing so, she couldn't help but think that this would be the ideal chance for Raine and Reno to share a romantic moment.

Elena had just finished adorning the room with various decorative items. She hopped down from the ladder and faced her three friends with a bright smile on her face. "I have an excellent suggestion," she exclaimed. "What if we organize a Secret Santa among ourselves?"

She proceeded to pick up a plastic hat from a nearby container and gestured towards some white paper sheets placed on the table.

Elena received nods from Raine, Reno, and Rude, who all smiled at each other before acknowledging her.

Raine's eyes lit up with excitement as she exclaimed, "Sounds like a lot of fun!" She paused for a moment, lost in thought, before tapping her finger against her chin. "I can't help but wonder just how much we all truly know each other on a personal level..."

Rude made a teasing comment, "Well, we won't know until we try," and then gestured towards Elena, who had already taken out four pieces of paper and carefully written down everyone's names on them.

Elena took great care in shuffling the folded paper slips thoroughly in the black plastic hat before she delicately reached in and plucked out a single slip of paper. With a sense of anticipation, she moved on to Raine who eagerly took her turn and drew another slip of paper from the hat. Rude and Reno followed suit, each selecting their slips of paper from the hat, their expressions betraying their curiosity and excitement.

"Okay, make sure you don't peek at your paper slips until after work hours when everyone has gone home. We have the whole day today and tomorrow to prepare our gifts before the winter party tomorrow evening," Elena clarified to the group.

The other three nodded their heads.

After finishing up their work, Elena, Raine, Reno, and Rude carefully gathered all the leftover decorations from the table, making sure to leave the place spotless. Once they were done, they calmly and methodically packed their belongings and headed home, satisfied with a productive day's work.

Each member opened the paper slips on the way home, revealing who they'd give a gift to. Raine got Rude, Rude got Elena, Elena got Reno, and Reno got Raine.

The name forced a lump to Reno's throat. He got Raine. He had already spent three years with his Raine. And what was the issue? As for what to give her for the Secret Santa, he had no clue. For a girl who is so flawless and so considerate of everyone around her, what do you get? He was merely a young boy hopelessly in love with her, and she was everything.

On his way home, Reno fidgeted with his rod and repeatedly read the name on the paper slip. He considered bouquets, candies, and various jewelry or trinkets that Raine could find appealing, but that was the issue. Reno's mind was filled with only one person: Raine.

Raine's beauty, sensitivity, and sense of style were unmatched. The beams of the sun in the sky kissed her soul so tenderly that Reno caught a glimpse of the lifestream itself if her lips were to touch his.

Regaining consciousness after his trance, Reno dialed Elena, the only person who knew Raine quite as well as he did. Heading into Sector 3 for the night, he got on the underground train. He waited for Elena to pick up whilst seated.

He became increasingly nervous as his phone rang, hoping she would answer it quickly. "Please, please, please, hurry up!"

At last, Elena responded, "Hey Reno! What's wrong? Did you burn yourself again?”

"No, no, I'm alright. He grumbled, "I was calling because I don't know what to get for my Secret Santa." Reno answered.

"I figured you'd say that," Elena said, nodding. “Look, I'm not supposed to—”

"Elena, just do this for me, please! If it was simple to solve, I wouldn't be calling! Reno essentially begged through the phone.

"All right, let me guess," groaned Elena. “You seem nervous, so I assume you got Raine?”

"How did you know?" Reno pretended to cough in an attempt to wave it off.

"Just get her something thoughtful," Elena said, laughing and shaking her head. “Well, there must be something she enjoys. Perhaps a necklace made of flowers or something sentimental. Anything that I know Raine appreciates would likely be something that was made exclusively for her.”

Reno mentally jotted down what Elena said, and he found her advice to be quite beneficial, "You know, you're right! I'm sure I can come up with something to suggest to Raine using this idea. Thanks a bunch, Elena.”

"Not a problem! I expect to see you tomorrow, good luck!” Elena smiled.

"Bye! See you tomorrow!” After hanging up, Reno left the train and headed up the steps towards the walkway home in Sector 3, thinking of what he should prepare Raine for his Secret Santa present.

His judgment was obscured by the frigid air that entered his nostrils as he strolled through Sector 3's bleak streets.

Then it hit him, "Oh! I'll make her a bracelet! I have some thread and beads at home that I think she'll like.”

Reno's mind kept running through plans of creating the perfect bracelet for Raine, his Secret Santa recipient, as he drew nearer to his little home in Sector 3. As he entered his house, his red hair glinted in the city lights.

"Okay, Raine, get ready for some handmade charm," Reno murmured, laughing to himself. He imagined the bracelet—a fusion of vivid beads and subdued jewels—that would go well with Raine's fashion sense. After opening his door and entering, he shut it behind him and went straight to his closet's craft bin.

Reno dug through his belongings and found a variety of gemstones and beads he had accumulated over the years. With a look of uneasiness mixed with determination, he sat on the edge of his cluttered desk. He pondered as he looked over the selection, "Let's see... I'll start with these blue beads,"

For Reno, the procedure was a journey of trial and error. Occasionally murmuring to himself, he wound the rope through beads, asking, "Is this too much? Nope, Raine like a little audacity." His fingers exhibited an unexpected dexterity as they wove a pattern that gained shape over time. Reno was a little frustrated at first since he had to start over and reassemble the beads due to carelessness.

Observing the time, Reno made an effort to work quickly without jeopardizing the level of quality.

Reno was unable to resist thinking back on Raine's peculiarities and advantages among the Turks while he labored. He intertwined the beads carefully, saying, "She's got that tough exterior, but there's a softer side too." Mirroring the layers of complexity he observed in Raine, the stones gave a touch of grace.

Reno's commitment to the endeavor persisted for hours on end. He thought of Raine's face, her emerald-green eyes glimmering with gratitude. "This better be worth it," he smiled to himself.

Reno finished the bracelet and held it up to look at it with a mixture of pride and amusement. He said, "Well, not bad for a Turk, huh?" as he considered the impending gift exchange. A sincere smile spread across Reno's face as he imagined Raine opening the bracelet and realized that sometimes the most unexpected actions might mean the most.

It was a serene night as Reno wound the bracelet, the colorful stones and beads tucked between the paper's creases. He smiled to himself, picturing Raine's shocked face as she opened the homemade present. He muttered to himself, "I hope she appreciates the effort," and set the wrapped bracelet down on his bedside table.

Reno yawned after a basic dinner of takeout noodles, understanding that even Turks needed beauty sleep. After brushing his teeth, he glanced in the bathroom mirror at himself. He joked, "Gotta look sharp for the gift exchange," and subsequently fell asleep, not even remembering when his head hit the pillow.

Reno woke up to his alarm going off early the next morning. His eyes were drawn to the wrapped bracelet as he groaned and staggered out of bed. His face twisted into a smile as he thought about the coming day.

Drinking a strong cup of coffee, Reno thought about the Secret Santa exchange that was coming soon. He retrieved his suit and ironed it carefully, trying not to wrinkle it. He laughed to himself, "Turks gotta look their best." He decided to add a pop of brilliant red to his hair color to keep his signature look after seeing that his crimson locks were starting to fade a little.

Using his kit and dye brush, Reno spent the next hour dying his hair. He wrapped foil around the colored sections to let them set.

Pulling out his phone, Reno called Rude while waiting for the dye to set. "Hey, Rude! "What did ya get Elena?" With his TV on in the background, he asked.

Over the phone, Rude's deep voice could be heard, "I got her a set of old photography books. You know, she likes that artistic stuff."

Nice choice, dude. classy." Reno smiled and kept dabbing at the color. "You know what I got for Raine?"

"Some jewelry?" Rude asked Reno, his eyebrows furrowing as he considered.

"Close...a bracelet handcrafted by hand! Made it myself," Reno praised his achievement.

On the other end, Rude's deep voice laughed, "Handmade? You? That caught me off guard. Still, I'm sure she'll enjoy it."

Reno smirked, "Yeah, well, don't underestimate the Turk touch."

Their conversation flowed seamlessly, shifting from gift exchanges to work schedules. "We got that mission tomorrow, right?" Reno asked, adjusting the phone between his shoulder and ear.

"Yep. Gonna be a busy week," Rude replied.

"Tell me about it," Reno quipped, finishing up his hair. "Alright, catch you later, partner."

As the call ended, Reno admired his refreshed hair in the mirror, a sly grin playing on his lips.

Ready for the day, he slipped on his outfit. Reno departed from his house, the wrapped bracelet safely tucked into his pocket, looking forward to the camaraderie of the upcoming Secret Santa exchange.

Reno strolled briskly from his residence in Sector 3, the city sounds blending with the rhythmic tapping of his boots against the pavement. The morning sun cast a warm glow on Midgar as he approached the underground railway. Boarding the train, he navigated the familiar route to the Shinra Building.

Reno flashed his Turk ID as he checked in at the security gates with ease. He was called upon by the stoic Turk leader Tseng to help with a variety of duties. Reno spent the afternoon handling paperwork, planning future operations, and communicating with other departments to make sure the Turks ran smoothly.

Tseng gave a rare nod in acknowledgment of Reno's effectiveness. "Well done, Reno. The Turks benefit from your talent for handling these details."

Reno grinned, "Just doing my thing, boss. You know how I roll."

Following the completion of his tasks, Reno went around giving Tseng, Rufus, and even President Shinra housewarming presents. Though they were small, such behaviors provided the work environment a sense of companionship. The Turk occupied a special place in Shinra due to his ability to strike a balance between his irreverent attitude and his professional responsibilities.

Reno arrived at the main Turks area, where he was welcomed by the typical hum of activity, after finishing his responsibilities. Rude and Elena were already at their stations when he arrived. “Morning, pals," he said with a nonchalant wave.

Elena gave Reno a fleeting smile, but Rude nodded, lost in a report. “Reno, you seem pleased with yourself! All set for tonight?"

Reno, with a playful twinkle in his eye, leaned on a desk. "I think so! I've got the bracelet right here! I'm hoping Raine will love it.”

The companionship in the air increased as they joked around with each other. The three of them waited for Raine to show up for the Secret Santa trade. Shinra's business tone was punctuated by the Turks' normal banter and friendship, which created the perfect environment for a memorable and amusing discussion.

Raine entered the Turks headquarters with a self-assured posture, seeing the faces of Reno, Rude, and Elena that she knew well, "Hey, everyone!"

"Raine, you made it!" Reno said with a teasing grin. “Are you ready for some holiday fun, Turk-style?”

She chuckled, "Absolutely. What's the plan?"

"First, we got some business to take care of," Reno said, gesturing to their workstations. “Though the fun is just around the corner.”

There was a distinct hum of business and cooperation in the Turks Headquarters as they settled into their daily tasks. With his attention on an article, Rude nodded modestly to Raine's entrance.

Elena beamed, "By the way, nice dress! I adore the shade on you!"

Raine, intrigued, leaned against a desk. "Thanks Elena! What did you end up getting Reno for secret Santa?"

Elena put her pointer finger up to her mouth, “You’ll have to wait and see..”

The room filled with bits and pieces of animated conversation as the job went on. Raine and Elena laughed at a clever remark, and Rude's sardonic humor made the job at hand seem a little less serious. With his characteristic irreverence, Reno maintained the banter and made the ordinary seem less so.

The anticipation for the forthcoming present exchange lingered in the air among the tasks. Raine couldn't help but admire the Turks' unique friendship - a blend of professionalism and genuine connection. Though not overt, the festive atmosphere pervaded their interactions, making the Turks HQ feel more like a close-knit family than a job.

Reno signaled to the group that tasks were almost finished by clapping his hands. "Now, Turks, let's change course. Awaiting you is your secret Santa!"

The Turks exchanged a glance, preparing for the Christmas exchange that promised surprises, laughing, and possibly a few unexpected moments in the midst of their hectic working life.

The Turks' Lounge Room was decked out in subtle holiday decorations, ready to accommodate the Secret Santa exchange.

Rude offered Elena a beautifully wrapped surprise with a gentle manner.

Elena's eyes glowed as she unwrapped the present. "These are incredible, Rude!" You are aware of my passion for photography. "Thank you," she shouted, grateful for the kind gift.

Elena turned to Reno, a cheeky smile on her face, and handed him a wrapped parcel. "Your turn, Reno," she jokingly said.

Reno grinned as he eagerly unwrapped the present. He was ecstatic to discover a sleek new electric rod and a set of fashionable goggles. "You nailed it, Elena!" These will be useful on our next mission. "Thank you!" he said, enjoying the equipment.

The Turks took a little pause after exchanging gifts. The wrapping paper crinkled underfoot as they tossed it aside, and the room was filled with laughing and conversation. Elena advised a quick refreshment run with a joyful twinkle in her eye.

"Who's up for snacks and drinks?" She called out, already on her way to the break room.

Reno, getting into the spirit, said, "Count me in." I need to refuel before the next round of gifts."

Elena produced a batch of hot cocoa for the gathering, and the aroma floated across the air.

Reno, who was sitting close, couldn't help but remark, "Elena, you're a magician with those goggles and now hot cocoa. What's next, a holiday cookbook for Turks?"

Elena chuckled as she handed him a steamy mug. "Perhaps next year, Reno. For now, just enjoy the hot chocolate and munchies."

Elena passed out the rest of the mugs and snacked on a cracker before clearing her throat, “Raine, Reno, you guys are up next!”

"Alright! "Wait a second!" Raine retrieved a massive wrapped present from a neighboring broom closet, causing the others to laugh.

Raine approached Rude and handed him a neatly packed suitcase. "For the Turk who always keeps it sharp," she chuckled.

Rude lifted an inquisitive brow as he opened the suitcase. An assortment of identical sunglasses and elegant suits were carefully organized inside. "Raine, this is... impressive," he exclaimed, amazed. "You have style, girl. Thanks."

As Raine and Rude exchanged grateful glances, all eyes were drawn to Reno, who excitedly reached for the next gift. He handed Raine a little, beautifully wrapped present with a chuckle. "It's your turn, Raine. I hope you enjoy it."

Raine's interest piqued as she unwrapped the gift, displaying the handcrafted bracelet Reno had fashioned for her. Her eyes expanded, and a genuine smile appeared on her face. "Reno, this is stunning. "Did you make it yourself?" she said, her voice full of awe.

Reno nodded his head, faking indifference. "Yeah, I thought I'd try my hand at arts and crafts. You know, for the holidays."

Raine's thankfulness overflowed, and she smiled up at Reno. "I adore it, Reno. "It's perfect," she said, planting a delicate kiss on his cheek.

Rude nodded in approval as the other Turks teased him. "Looks like the Secret Santa game is bringing out the soft side in our favorite Turk."

With the gift exchange concluded, the Turks decided to wind down the evening with hot chocolate and a festive movie. They gathered in the Lounge Room, where a makeshift mistletoe hung from the ceiling. Before catching up to the others…

“Hey, I really do love the bracelet! It's so beautiful!” Raine cheered.

Reno smirked, “Almost as beautiful as you.” He winked at her, causing her to blush. “Hey look, mistletoe, my dear.”

Raine looked up, blushing more at the sight of the festive plant and her eyes landed on the handsome redhead in front of her. Reno stood beneath it, inching closer to her. He let his hand caress her right temple, suddenly grabbing her by the waist and spun, dipping Raine down, never letting go over her.

Raine gasped, regaining her senses to note how close their lips were to one another.

“I love you, Raine.” Reno purred, his eyes dialated and full of love.

Raine smiled smittenly, looking up at his eyes and face, “I love you, Reno.”

Within a moment, their lips collided against each other’s, savoring the moment for what seemed like eternity. Their love was eternal since the moment they met years ago, never fading and only getting stronger with distance and time. Pulling away, the lovers shared a warm embrace before heading over to rejoin Rude and Elena.

Amidst laughter and shared glances, the Turks settled in for a cozy movie night. Elena, with her usual enthusiasm, called out, "Hot chocolate, anyone?" They indulged in steaming mugs and shared banter while watching a made-up Christmas movie that only the Turks could appreciate.

The room echoed with the warmth of friendship, the joy of thoughtful gifts, and the promise of holiday cheer among the tight-knit group.

The End.

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