#marjorie snow

[exileseverafter]

GT July 2024: Overbearing

Characters are from The Exiles Ever After on AO3.

Marjorie: Human, handmaiden and bodyguard to Princess Philomene. Also a jester, but they're very far from court at the moment. Philomene: Princess Philomene Marl Thumbelina, a Flowerling (about 3 inches tall) who had to flee Thumbelina Kingdom due to a disastrous curse.

Marjorie moved through the village with a perfectly painted smile, her acting skills presenting her to all the (human) world as merely a young, wealthy woman visiting the countryside for her ailing health. She knew exactly what to say to charm a few extra apples out of a merchant and how to slip into even a small crowd in order to detract attention from herself. She could not let even a little bit of insecurity or fear slip through, in case anyone decided she might have something to hide.

Which she very much did.

“Marjorie,” a tiny voice called up from the inconspicuous pouch she wore in her dress, “do you see anything suspicious? Any unusual plants? I suppose that would be too obvious, wouldn’t it. Still, even so much as a rose that’s a little off-color?”

The young woman covered her face with her fan so no one would notice her quailing as she ducked into a small alleyway, peering down at the pouch.

“Pardon, Your Highness,” she whispered, “but please, I don’t think anyone should see us conversing! I don’t want to draw attention to you!”

“I know, I know. But this is my investigation too!” Technically, the Flowerling princess Philomene was heading it. “If you’re to be my eyes and ears I need to offer input, don’t I?” She was peering out from the entrance now, up at her human handmaiden and bodyguard.

“Yes, but…” 

Philomene was usually very cautious and aware of how perilous the human world was for Flowerlings, who could sit comfortably in a human hand, but being separated from her kingdom had understandably put her on edge. She was clearly in a hurry to get back to her research, though there was little to be done about that until they found a decent place for them both to hide.

“You could get pickpocketed. They might think I have some kind of fancy toy with me someone could sell. Worse, they might realize you’re not just a Flowerling traveling outside of a Colony-City, you’re obviously someone of importance.” 

“Ah, you’re…worried I might be kidnapped and held for ransom, Marjorie?”

“I know it sounds dramatic, but, you are a princess.” Even Marjorie knew that things just tended to happen to princesses in stories, and those were usually human-sized ones. Philomene could be kidnapped by a crow if Marjorie wasn’t careful.

The tiny princess sighed and shuffled around to a sitting position in her pouch, the layers of her flower petal-like gown falling around her. “You’re right, I am being foolhardy. I will keep a low profile. But in return, once we find a place to stay, please do remember that you don’t need to hover over me all the time. You’ll make yourself ill with the stress, and I am older,” she added with a hint of humor to her voice.

Marjorie gazed down at her royal charge, then let her shoulders sag. “I suppose if I make myself ill that’ll just be more trouble for you. Alright, do keep a low profile and I’ll find you some privacy. In fact,” she said as she spotted a fancy dollhouse in a shop window, “I think I have just the thing!”

[ilostyou]

apparently twitter girlies (gn) are discussing rumored taylor songs on tsitp soundtrack and i am intrigued despite having almost full faith that it’s fake lol

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[ilguna]

Can you do finnick odair with Marjorie by taylor swift for the piano sessions . Like finnick is grieving after reader dies in the sewers . I LOVE some good finnick angst

Ps I absolutely adore your work

☼ marjorie (Finnick Odair) ☼

warnings; swearing, death, death mention.

wc; 1.7k

notes; Piano Sessions: songfic, Marjorie by Taylor Swift.

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District Four is haunted by the ghost of you.

Finnick knew it would be hard coming back here, which is exactly why he’s been putting it off for so long. He needed more time to come to terms with the fact that you wouldn’t be by his side when he did it. It helped that he wasn’t immediately released from the Capitol directly after the rebel’s victory.

There was a set time period for the victors from the Star Squad to recover from their adventure in the sewers. Whether it be from physical, emotional or mental wounds. In Finnick’s case specifically, all three. He nearly got torn apart by the pale slimy mutts if it weren’t for you, coming in to save him. Ultimately, losing your life for him.

It’s hard for him not to blame himself. He knows that’s not what you would want, it was your choice to jump in front of him. He wishes you hadn’t. He’s sure that he would’ve found a way to get out of there, and he’d much rather you be here, than him. You deserved to live. 

The vote that Coin conducted regarding another Hunger Games with the Capitol’s children delayed his trip home further. In fact, it set off a whole domino lineup that he’s sure Katniss never thought would happen. She knew there would be consequences, of course, she just didn’t take the time to think about how severe it would be.

Finnick voted no to the idea twice. Once for him, because he would never subject them to the years of torture he had to go through, especially since they had no hand in the Games. And one more time for you, because you would never have entertained the idea. 

In the end, it didn’t matter, because the vote went through. The same evening, Katniss was to execute Snow on live television, when instead she took the life of Coin for suggesting such a tasteless idea. This was when the dominos began to fall. Her actions caused another couple weeks of trial while they assessed her wellbeing. While that happened, an emergency election took place, where Commander Paylor took charge of Panem.

When Katniss was granted permission to go home to District Twelve, so was everyone else that was in Capitol custody. For the first time in Finnick’s life, he could go anywhere, do anything. Despite the fact that it should’ve felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders, they felt heavier. When he imagined the light at the end of the tunnel, he always pictured it with you. Not by himself.

There were many people around Finnick that tried to support him. The most important of them being Johanna, who did tell him that he didn’t have to go back to Four if he didn’t want to. She wouldn’t mind it if he decided that he wanted to live with her for a little while, or even permanently.

With him being away for so long, he had to go home. He ached for it. The same way he ached for you to be in his arms, for you to kiss his face, for you to calm the rising grief in his chest for all the people you lost together.

Finnick’s never felt more alone.

He wasn’t sure what he expected when he stepped off the train a month ago, but it wasn’t the flood of memories that hit him while standing on the station. All of the times you’d gone to the Capitol together to mentor for the Hunger Games. How he held your hand every time while you carefully stepped off, because of the one time your foot slipped. His promise for it to never happen again.

It didn’t end there. It doesn’t matter where Finnick goes. It doesn’t matter how far he runs. He’s gone to the beach, and relived the picnics and the sunrises and the stargazes. The way you’d brush the sand from his skin, the minutes that never seemed to end when he had his eyes on you.

The first day he went to the market, he was met with all the sorrowed faces that frowned in his direction. Every single one of them knew how much you meant to him. If you were out of the house, usually he wasn’t too far behind, going wherever you went. If it meant he was able to spend more time with you.

It got worse when he returned to Victor’s Village, where he was met with a cemetery of houses that belonged to the victors that used to live there. With the rebellion, almost everyone had been wiped off the map by the Peacekeepers. And if not by them, then the rebels, who were afraid of the loyalists.

Besides Finnick, the only other victor that survived is Annie, but she lives with Katniss’s mother now. It was too painful of an idea for Annie to return here, she likely would’ve broken down completely. She can’t handle the memories the same way that he can.

He wishes he could say that he escapes reality in his house, that he’s able to pretend that nothing’s ever changed. And you’re still across the street, baking cookies with the door wide open. But his house is haunted, too. Finnick knew that one day he would regret inviting you to live with him at his house, when you had offered for him to move into yours.

He thought it wouldn’t be that big of a deal. Finnick never intended for the two of you to fall apart, he was going to hold you two together for the rest of your lives if you allowed him to. He never considered that an outside force would wipe you off the face of the planet forever.

He should have taken your offer, because maybe then it wouldn’t be so painful to stay here, in his own home. Maybe he wouldn’t be crying in his bed at night, clutching your pillow, begging for you to come back. For a sign that you’re still around, waiting for him.

You’re everywhere, you’re inescapable. Your favorite tableware is in his cupboards, the one that your family has been using for generations. The one that your kids were supposed to use as they grew up, and eventually take as they gave it to their own children.

Your favorite soaps are in his bathrooms, which he’s too afraid to use. He had to buy new hand soap to avoid using the one that you’d gotten. He doesn’t touch the shampoo and conditioner in the shower. He doesn’t even sniff the body wash that sits on the ledge of the tub. 

Your decorations are carefully placed throughout the house. You brought life to his kitchen, his living room, his bathrooms, his hallways, his bedroom. Pieces that he never would have thought to grab in the past, because he couldn’t see the point of having them.

Your favorite smell is embedded in the blankets on the bed you shared. With your preferred perfume still sitting on the bedside table, waiting for you to come back. It would bother Finnick when you would spray his side of the bed, but now he would give anything for you to do it again.

Your makeup is on the vanity on the far side of his room, the jewelry box is propped open, the silver and gold collecting dust because he doesn’t want to close it. And your clothes are still taking up half of his closet, which he resists smelling every hour of the day.

Johanna told him to get rid of all of it. Or, at the very least, bring it back to your house, but he can’t bring himself to do it. It’s yours. For a brief moment in time, this place was yours too. Even if your belongings are gone, your feet are still imprinted in his wooden floors. In his mind.

You linger.

There’s a trace of you in every path you walked, in every object you touched, in every person you talked to, and in every breath of air that Finnick takes. This becomes increasingly obvious the longer Johanna stays with him.

“Maybe you and Katniss should spend some time together.” Johanna suggests, arms crossed over her chest. She looks over Finnick. “I heard that she’s not doing very well either.”

Of course not. Katniss lost more than she probably ever thought she would. She went through with being the Mockingjay to free Panem, but more importantly, to keep her sister safe. The whole reason why she ended up in that position was because she didn’t want her sister to go into the Games. Now that she’s dead, not even her own mother will return to Twelve. And the person she loved hasn’t stepped foot back, either.

When Finnick tears his eyes from the pot of fake greenery in the corner to look at her, the scowl on her face smooths out.

“No gossip.” She breathes, arms unfolding. “(Y/n) would’ve scolded me by now.”

Finnick presses his lips together, wanting to keep the growing pressure behind his eyes contained. 

“You and Katniss got along though, didn’t you?” She asks. “I thought I saw you getting close while we were in District Thirteen.”

He nods. “We had a lot in common.”

“You still do.” She says, the expression on her face has changed once again. This time to concern. “Finnick, are you sure you don’t want me to stay?”

“I’m sure.” Finnick breathes.

If Johanna stays, then she’ll ultimately end up trying to erase the time you put into him. She’ll try to take his mind off of all the things he knows about you. How you loved the amber skies in autumn. The way you’d pull him into the freezing beach water, while he complained the whole time.

The song you’d hum on the way back to his house, holding his hand up until the very minute you got into the shower together. He should’ve asked you what you were thinking about, he should’ve listened to every word.

‘Cause every scrap of you would be taken from him.

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this was part of my 3k celebration!!

[queenlucythevaliant]

There was a park a few blocks away from Uncle Harold and Aunt Alberta’s home in Cambridge where Lucy would often wander that summer when she wanted to be alone. She’d tuck a book under her arm and call to Edmund, “I’m going!” and then she’d go find herself a tree.

Branches waved gently, like fingers against the sky. Lucy would settle herself on her favorite bench and try to read, but sometimes she just found herself gazing at those branches. When she was sure the park was empty, she’d succumb to her most fanciful impulse to get up and walk among them. Wake, she’d think, and imagine the faces that each kind of tree would have.

Lucy knew it was fancy, but it wasn’t delusion. She could tell the difference. After all, it had been truth that first set her on the path to Narnia, dismissed as both delusion and fancy.

At school she read Shakespeare and Charles Dickens. She painted Prospero with Coriakin’s coloring, high wiry brows and sun-wrinkled skin. She gave him long fingers, an imaginative touch—Coriakin’s had been rather short and stubby—and heard the poetry in her own voice. She read aloud to her friends sometimes, just picked up wherever she was and read while Marjorie and Josephine curled up under blankets with mugs of hot tea.

“It sounds better when you read it,” Marjorie mused. “Even if it is musty old Shakespeare.”

There were glimpses of gold in puddles on the pavement, and Lucy found herself glancing up as though she expected to find Aslan in her periphery. He wasn't there, of course, but the sunset shot light into the street and made it shine. Aslan wasn't in the chapel at school either, but the bells pealed golden every hour. He wasn't stalking beneath her dormitory window, but there were fresh footprints in the snow.

Lucy was sure that if only she could remember the spell for making hidden things visible, she'd find her whole world cloaked in tawny, velvet gold. Aslan in the kitchen, Aslan in the sky at dawn. Aslan in the faces of her friends, who laughed when Lucy said fanciful things but who listened rapt when she read aloud.

"I swear, you and your read-alouds, Lucy Pevensie," grinned Josephine as the cover fell shut. "Why, it's almost as though you believe in all the stories! You're not theatrical, just credulous." So Lucy leaned back and taught her friend how to tell if someone was lying, or delusional, or if they had a marvelous truth to tell.

On lonely weekends, Lucy begged Professor Digory to take her with him to Oxford to see the great stone halls and the towering cathedral and she loved the way the angels’ sloping wings looked against the sky. Wake, she whispered as she passed by graves and monuments to those long dead, and imagined that she might see Aslan pacing behind them, ready to breathe them back to life.

[glassrowboat]

Yellow Ribbon. Albedo.

Summary: Sometimes when you want to do something for someone else, to let them know they are in your mind, in your heart, in your soul, it's harder than the way you imagined it going. Words tumbling out of you in a jumbled mess as a gift is held in your hand. Would he see this is because you love him?

Word count: 1,800+

Authors note: Just pure fluff really so enjoy

So, maybe this was a bad idea.

It seemed like a lightbulb had gone off in your head the first time the thought occurred, a ding and suddenly light would be shining over even the deepest crevices of your brain, not much unlike a cartoon. Now though it was hard to tell. Though it's hard to tell much of anything with The sound of teeth chattering blocking out every thought that wasn't about how damn cold it is up here.

Dragonspine truly is the devil's anus.

“I told you you didn't have to follow me up here,” a voice called out. Soft and understanding despite the fact the owner of said voice himself seemed unphased by the bite in the air. Short sleeves in this weather? It was enough to make anyone believe Albedo was eccentric. Though meeting him would do much the same.

“I'm getting tired of hearing that.” It's been the third time already and it was beginning to get annoying. No matter how soothing a person's voice is it loses its effect once they start repeating themselves as if they were a parrot.

“And I can hear you shivering.”

Well, someone's not afraid to call you out, but your entire goal for coming up here has yet to be achieved. Even as the snow crunched with every step Albedo took up here to the white dusted laboratory as you tried to step in the indents his footfalls left behind you couldn't do it. Not when anxiety was such a bitch that it kept that pretty box teetering on the tip of your finger rather than being passed along to its intended recipient. The soft blue paper something you picked on a whim to wrap the box up with when Marjorie held it up asking if you wanted the item wrapped up.

But reasonably speaking, how could you not when it was the same color as his eyes?

So even with the sun high in the sky during what was supposed to be a bright, warm day, you sat on a wooden seat that creaked with every move trying to figure out if the reason you couldn't move was something as plain as simple nerves or hypothermia.

What a great guessing game.

Maybe you just just say somethi- “I'm curious about that item you're carrying around. You have been fiddling with it for a good half hour now.” Or you don't have to be the one to start the conversation. That works.

“Timing me now?”

“Well, your constant shifting has proved to distract me from my experiment. It seems,” Albedo picked up the stack of papers he had been reading over, your eyes barely catching a name and scrawled out words in messy handwriting before Albedo set it back down, “I cannot focus with you like this. So let us address this now.”

Wow, the clear favoritism. “Poor Timaeus put in so much work in that report for you though, and you're just putting it to the side over little old me? I'm using this information to blackmail you later.”

“I can handle this later, but if you insist, feel free.” Yeah, maybe you should have expected him to be so unphased by that. “As for now?”

Even with the boards of wood laid out on the ground in his not so formal laboratory up here, the snow kicked up with each step he took closer to you. White powder covering the base of his boots. His thigh high boots, specifically. Something anyone would have to take a moment to appreciate. Anyways- “I can see where your eyes are going, dear.”

“No, you don't.”

His hand grasped the blanket wrapped around your shoulders, tugging it tighter around you as he bent down to your height in the chair. It was almost funny how Albedo tried his best not to touch the box as he did so, purely focusing on keeping that fluffy warmth wrapped around you. “If you say so. Is this satisfactory?”

“I have no clue how you're so unaffected by this weather.” That is, unless he finally finished that potion he had left half finished months ago. Something about keeping people warm even in the most frigid of places. Some say a shot would do the job just as well.

“Personally, my mind is more focused on what you have been toying with than the cold.”

Well some of us have this thing called heat sensors. “Good to know that I have your interest, though I'd much prefer it on something like a date. Maybe a picnic or we can watch Klee blow up a lake.”

A chuckle fell from his lips at your words, one that even despite your best efforts, had you leaning in closer just to hear that sweet pitch a little clearer. A little closer. A little louder. It's only natural to seek out something you're interested in, right? “I can't say I want to clean up that mess today. Maybe Monday?”

“Monday then. I'm holding you to that. If I don't hear a bomb going off and her cheerful little voice exclaiming ‘(y/n) look here’ then we're going to have a talk, buddy.”

“I will gladly talk with you as much as you like.”

Ignoring that for the sake of your heart, you grabbed his hand, peaking your own out of the wooly layer of warmth that you're wrapped up in. The blue box you've been debating over now placed in his hand, a soft contrast to the brown palm of his gloves and chilly air that seemed to tint everything a slight blue. It was enough to recall the last moment you two were up here, complaints about the cold on the tip of your tongue until he shared a little tidbit about how when the snow reflects the sun's light back to the atmosphere it is called a snow albedo.

“Just take it, it was for you anyway.”

“I suspected as much.” His fingers grazed over the box, the pattern one of polka dots as he examined it, like a new object of interest. It only stood to reason he'd scrutinize it so. “Thank you.”

“Just open it, I don't like you dallying over this.” It meant awkward silence just watching him, and as pretty as Albedo may be, that isn't exactly a great pass time when your heart is fluttering from the anxiousness the spur of ideas in your head was encouraging.

What if he didn't like it? What if it was presumptuous? What if the color was off? What if he does accept it but forgets about it when a new curiosity pokes up?

“You're so impatient all of a sudden.” Even with his teasing words Albedo pulled the lid off the box, pinching the cardboard as he lifted it up to reveal a charming yellow much like the tattoo, or birthmark as he liked to call it, on his neck. A silk ribbon raised up between them as Albedo lifted it from its confines, eyes focusing in on the charm hanging off the end. A citrine quartz held on by a string of gold.

“So,” you cleared your throat, trying to get rid of the raspiness the freezing air you have been breathing in left behind. “I know you have been…”

Start again, (Y/n).

“You and I both know what it's like to have our social batteries drained to their lowest point.” You have even seen him a couple of times having flipped the sign to his laboratory back In the knight headquarters to signify Albedo is going to be running experiments only for him to plop down on the couch, and with some insistence from you, use your lap as a pillow. In those moments, he truly looked angelic, a star on his skin and blond hair framing his face as the sun peeked through the open windows lighting up the space with its shining rays. “So I thought this would work. I went around and told a handful of the people we talk to the most that if you're wearing this ribbon it means you're fully charged and willing to talk. I hope that isn't," trying to find the right word you took a moment of pause until finally deciding on: "rude of me to do.”

And It could have been explained a lot better. Maybe you really should have spent some time before the bathroom mirror practicing this sad little spiel.

“You did that for me then? It is certainly practical.”

“That was kinda the point.” Taking the ribbon from his hands, with a good amount of struggle seeing as mittens aren't made to be worn for people trying to actually do anything, you slipped it through the metal band on his arm. Though you did have to ignore Albedo laughing at your attempt after the third try of doing so. At least he sat patiently, waiting for you to finish. “I just thought, well, I don't really know what I was thinking anymore.”

Maybe you were just hoping to ease that tired look in his eyes as someone prattled on when he clearly wanted out of a conversation.

“Then let me assure you of something. Ribbon on me or not, dear, you can always talk to me.”

“So you actually intend to use it?”

“You clearly put quite a bit of thought into this, having already explained it to the knights. How could I possibly ignore all that effort?”

Well, easily.

“(Y/n),” grabbing the corner of the blanket Albedo slid in next to you, his cold skin enough to have you squeamish and trying to pinch at him just for the small hope of mercy from the chill. Though you already knew he never would, not after being subjected to his cold feet every night. The fuckin- “I truly meant it when I said thank you. Not to mention, if this truly has been explained to a good number of the knights, this means I can take the ribbon off as Kaeya passes us by just to see his aghast expression.”

“I-” trying to keep from laughing, you dropped your head on his shoulder, the layering of the hood on his jacket a decent pillow for what that was worth- “You're a menace. And no one would believe me if I shared what you just said either! All they see is your impassive face and the nice way you treat your students.”

“I know, but that's alright. I much prefer this information to stay between us.”

“...So we're totally messing with Kaeya later, right?”

“In time. For now let us just stay here for a moment longer.”

Yeah, that doesn't sound bad, a moment longer. That will do. His cold skin didn't even bother you as much anymore as he slowly warmed up in your cocoon of blankets.

“Five more minutes, then I want off this blasted mountain.”

[short-yandere-stories]

Merry Christmas!  I’ve been busy with some final exams and writing on the upcoming chapters of a long commission, but I figured I’d take some time for a short drabble or something as a little Christmas gift for you guys until I can properly get back into dealing with the requests. 

So here we have some headcanons/drabbles of yandere Genshin Impact characters and how they would celebrate Christmas. There are so many characters so this is something I literally spun a character wheel for (rerolling the children) because I couldn’t decide on what characters to pick.

CW: Yandere (obviously), mentions of kidnapping, stalking, bondage, forced shows of affection (non-con affection), non-con kissing, slightly suggestive content, one (1) kiss is consentual, kazuha has straight up murdered some guy, decapitation, reference to the movie ‘seven’, Hu Tao’s is just wholesome for some reason, contemplation of murder, power imbalance and blackmail.

This is a yandere work. Proceed at your own risk and please be mindful of your triggers.

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An Obsessive Christmas

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Kaeya has not had a happy Christmas ever since that faithful day when his brotherly ties with Diluc were severed. 

He spends most Christmases never really feeling festive or partying. His colleagues have all come to the conclusion that he just wants to be alone during the holidays, and leave him be in his office (leaving a small gift, but nothing extravagant as he doesn’t want gifts).

If anyone would spend their Christmas Eve walking past the Knights of Favonius’ headquarters, and just happen to look up, they would see Kaeya sitting in the window, bottle of wine in hand, looking longingly in the direction of the winery.

So it comes as a huge surprise to all his coworkers when Kaeya is suddenly super excited about Christmas one year.

He’s happily strolling around wearing a Santa Hat, buying mistletoe from Flora, and getting Marjorie’s assistance in finding a gift.

Jean extends an offer for him to celebrate with them this year, but he declines with a bright smile, saying that he already has plans. 

He doesn’t elaborate, and Jean and Lisa whisper about if it’s a partner or if he and Diluc have made up.

Once work is finished, and Kaeya slips into his apartment, dusting off the snow, he’s practically giddy with excitement.

You’re just where he left you this morning, asleep in the huge armchair in front of the fireplace, which was still burning.

Adorning your body was bright red ribbon, tying you both to the armchair, rendering you unable to move your limbs, and, of course, wrapping you like a present for the Cavalry Captain.

“I’m home, sweetheart,” he coos, placing a kiss to the crown of your head, gently waking you up. The fluffy white ball on the hat tickles your cheek, making you let out a disgruntled murmur before blinking your eyes open. 

Kaeya does his best to ignore the way he sees your eyes drop when they land on him, realizing that you’re still here. 

Kaeya proceeds to move your body, making sure not to unwrap his gift just yet, sliding onto the armchair beneath you and setting you in his lap. 

“Merry Christmas. It’s been a while since I’ve been so happy during this time of year, and it’s all because of you,” he said, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. 

“How about we eat some nice dinner together before we unwrap our gifts, hm?” 

His hand travels over your body, resting high up on your thigh.

“Or do you not want to wait?” he whispers, lips touching your neck softly.

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Usually, Childe celebates the holidays back at home with his family, but this year, he is stuck in Liyue by orders of the Tsaritsa.

This, of course, hasn’t stopped him from sending a ship headed back home loaded with far too many gifts for his younger siblings.

And, well, his orders techinically didn’t include a clause forbidding him from coming home during Christmas, but it was a great excuse to use in the apologetic letter sent back home to his family. 

While you had been a lot more well-behaved lately, he did not trust you to meet his family yet. While you might not do anything, it would be highly risky, and that is not in the festive spirit!

Childe hurries to wake you up on Christmas morning with some freshly cooked traditional Snezhnayan Christmas breakfast, looking at you with such puppy eyes that you can’t help but at least try it.

You know your captor is more on edge than usual since he can’t see his family, and you don’t want to risk making a move that will cause him to snap.

He’s just as giddy as a little kid, putting present upon present on top of your blanket in the bed, grinning ear to ear as you open them one by one.

There are so many gifts that you feel dwarfed in the huge bed towards the end of the unwrapping, piles of expensive items everywhere.

You thank him, trying to sound as genuinely grateful as you can, and you apologize for not really having any gifts for him since you haven’t really been allowed outside.

But he doesn’t mind, saying that getting to spend Christmas with you is a gift enough in itself.

Hopefully soon, you’ll be able to meet his family as well! 

You spend most of Christmas cuddled up in his arms -- he barely wants to let go of you for even a moment, telling you stories, snuggling and talking about how happy he is that he’s got you. 

On a whim, you pause, and turn to face him.

He looks at you, soft smile on his face and one eyebrow crooked in question. 

“I have a gift for you,” you manage, watching his eyes crinkle in joy.

Before he can open his mouth to joke, you lean forwards and press your lips against his. 

The kiss lasts for just a second before you pull back and look away, but her immediately holds you tighter, whispering about how long he’s waited for you to do that and you can’t help but wonder if you just made a fatal mistake.

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Kazuha hasn’t had time for Christmas since he began to roam the wilds, running away.

But there is something comforting to him, watching you celebrate with your friends, hidden out of your sights. 

The wind flows around him, bringing your laughter, and the smell of treats.

He watches you closely, a soft smile on his lips as you open the gifts from your friends. 

How he wishes he could be in there next to you...

But he can’t yet. 

For now, he’s just a rustle of leaves following you.

Albeit not for long.

As you pull out a perfectly wrapped square box, your friends look confused. 

Their reaction makes sense. After all, he was the one who put it there.

You read the note slipped underneath the ribbon atop the box, and Kazuha watches your minute reactions with glee.

You look so adorable when you look confused and slightly scared.

But it’s okay. He wouldn’t hurt you!

You just don’t know him yet. Once you do, you’ll look back on this moment with joy, he’s certain of it. 

Slowly, you unwrap the gift and open the box -- only to let out a scream and crawl backwards on your hands and knees.

Kazuha pouts mockingly. 

Weren’t you happy to see the head of your missing friend? You were so sad that he couldn’t make it to celebrate with you this year.

“No matter,” Kazuha thinks to him, eyes glued to your crying and shaking form, seeing one of your friends holding you.

You’ll soon have someone far better in your life than that so-called “friend”.

He promises.

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The director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor was never really one for Christmas.

Despite her very joyful outlook on everything, she actually found the whole thing pretty dull.

People tended to avoid her no matter the time of year, which she tried not to beat herself up about, but sometimes it was difficult. 

Seeing everyone with their families, so happy with each other made her miss her grandfather even more.

Imagine her surprise, when on Christmas, just as she’d started to walk through the city, you’d stumbled up to her.

With a wide smile, you’d extended a small, wrapped gift, wishing her a merry Christmas.

Dumbfounded, she’d asked if the gift was really meant for her, feeling tears forming in the corners of her eyes at your affirmation. 

Looking down at your small basket, you bid her farewell, running off to locate your next reciever of the gifts you had.

Hu Tao opened the gift, admiring the hand-carved plum-tree flower, matching the ones on her hat, hanging on a necklace. 

Looking up, she saw you in the distance, handing a gift to someone else.

Your kindness was really something else, she thought, trying to ignore the painful sting of jealousy in her chest.

Maybe it would be better if the only person you showed your kindness to was her.

You should have known what you were getting into, associating yourself with the eccentric woman.

Hu Tao turns around on her heel, immediately walking back to the funeral parlor.

It seems like she will have some more discounts to hand out very, very soon.

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As the leader of the Qixing, there are few things she wants that she doesn’t already have.

And Ningguang only sees that which she has yet to obtain as a challenge, rather than an obstacle. 

Your affections was one of those few things.

She already had you in her possession, stuck inside the Jade Chamber with no way to leave it yourself, but having you stay willingly and happily was another matter.

Christmas would be the perfect time to try to change that, Ningguang decided.

But to her dismay, the luxorious food and extravagent gifts she gave you for Christmas did nothing to change your mind.

You’d said, in a quiet voice, that all you really wanted was to go home.

And that, Ningguang could never allow.

With a sigh, she braids her clawed fingers together, switching tactics.

You hear of how simple it would be to make your parents’ business collapse. 

How easily she could have your friends evicted and thrown out.

And you are quickly reminded of the ruthlessness and coldness that rests in those beautiful eyes of hers.

You’re not sure when tears started falling down your face, not until Ningguang reaches out, gently wiping them away.

But it’s okay, she assures you. She can keep all of that from happening if you do but one thing for her.

Realizing that there is no way out of this finely crafted golden cage she’s prepared for you, you couldn’t help but sob, falling forwards into her embrace.

She’d comfort you, talk about how happy she’d make you if you let her...

And you were happy that you couldn’t see the satisfied smile on her face as she held you.

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[allamericansbitch]

Hi everyone! Here’s the newest addition to my Creator Shoutout Series (december 17 - december 24)!  I want to appreciate editors and their creations that i love from the past week. To track this series or look at previous shoutouts, please check out the tag on my blog *creatorshoutouts. Have a great week and a happy holiday to those who celebrate!

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: tigris gifset by @magnusedom

orville peck: 2023 performance wardrobe gifset by @madeline-kahn

taylor swift: the eras tour + details gifset by @lovestory

maisie peters: the good witch gifset by @antoniosvivaldi

brooklyn nine nine: raymond holt gifset by @muldery

narcos: javier pena gifset by @perotovar

home alone gifset by @percyjacksonss

taylor swift: marjorie gifset by @rogerhealey

maisie peters: guy on a horse graphic by @andtosaturn

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: book differences gifset by @saws2004

olivia rodrigo: get him back gifset by @usercindylou

taylor swift: the eras tour gifset by @h-f-k

the muppet christmas carol gifset by @cindylouwho

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: lucy gray baird gifset by @rachelsennot

yellowjackets: 1.01 x 1.03 gifset by @taiturner

the bear: syndey adamu in 2x03 gifset by @demarcoes

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: coriolanus snow gifset by @feodor-dostoevsky

brookyn nine nine: jake peralta gifset by @jakeyp

taylor swift: lavender haze gifset by @treacherous

the princess diaries: mia thermopolis gifset by @phoebesbridgers

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: lucy gray baird gifset by @maliagf

samia: triptych gifset by @sofiarostova

yellowjackets: shauna gifset by @girlbutcherwife

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: lucy gray baird gifset by @nowadayz

abbott elementary: holiday gifset by @goabbott

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: lucy gray baird gifset by @tomblythsgf

friends: holiday gifset by @birthdaysentiment

the hunger games gifset by @sharpesjoy

stranger things: nancy wheeler gifset by @eightynines

taylor swift: the story of us graphic by @taylrswift

the ballad of songbirds and snakes gifset by @kvtnisseverdeen

a charlie brown christmas gifset by @sheryl-lee

yellowjackets gifset by @natscatorrcio

the ballad of songbirds and snakes gifset by @richardgrimes

barbie 2023 gifset by @fawad-khan

the ballad of songbirds and snakes gifset by @clarisselareu

pride & prejudice: darcy gifset by @prideandprejudice

the ballad of songbirds and snakes gifset by @jakeperalta

the ballad of songbirds and snakes gifset by @kendalroys

olivia rodrigo: the grudge graphic by @georgesezra

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: tigris gifset by @padme-amidala

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: lucy gray baird soundtrack gifset by @crowley-anthony

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House of Anubis Characters + Taylor Swift

Every character and their song off each album

Nina:

TAYLOR SWIFT: The Outside

FEARLESS: Bye, Bye, Baby

SPEAK NOW: Long Live

RED: The Lucky One

1989: Wildest Dreams

REPUTATION: Dancing With Our Hands Tied

LOVER: Soon You’ll Get Better

FOLKLORE: the last great american dynasty

EVERMORE: it’s time to go

MIDNIGHTS: You’re On Your Own Kid

Fabian:

TAYLOR SWIFT: Stay Beautiful

FEARLESS: Fearless

SPEAK NOW: Last Kiss

RED: I Almost Do

1989: Wonderland

REPUTATION: New Year’s Day

LOVER: It’s Nice to Have a Friend

FOLKLORE: cardigan

EVERMORE: closure

MIDNIGHTS: Hits Different

Patricia:

TAYLOR SWIFT: Tim McGraw

FEARLESS: Untouchable

SPEAK NOW: Dear John

RED: Stay, Stay, Stay

1989: I Wish You Would

REPUTATION: Getaway Car

LOVER: Afterglow

FOLKLORE: mad woman

EVERMORE: no body, no crime

MIDNIGHTS: Anti-Hero

Amber:

TAYLOR SWIFT: Mary’s Song (Oh My My My)

FEARLESS: Love Story

SPEAK NOW: Never Grow Up

RED: 22

1989: Welcome to New York

REPUTATION: So It Goes…

LOVER: ME!

FOLKLORE: epiphany

EVERMORE: dorothea

MIDNIGHTS: Bejeweled

Alfie:

TAYLOR SWIFT: Invisible

FEARLESS: Jump then Fall

SPEAK NOW: Electric Touch

RED: State of Grace

1989: Shake it Off

REPUTATION: Endgame

LOVER: Daylight

FOLKLORE: the lakes

EVERMORE: long story short

MIDNIGHTS: Snow On The Beach

Jerome:

TAYLOR SWIFT: Should’ve Said No

FEARLESS: You’re Not Sorry

SPEAK NOW: Back to December

RED: Better Man

1989: You Are In Love

REPUTATION: Delicate

LOVER: All Of The Girls You Loved Before

FOLKLORE: betty

EVERMORE: cowboy like me

MIDNIGHTS: High Infidelity

Joy:

TAYLOR SWIFT: Tied Together With a Smile

FEARLESS: You Belong With Me

SPEAK NOW: Foolish One

RED: Nothing New

1989: Clean

REPUTATION: Call It What You Want

LOVER: The Archer

FOLKLORE: august

EVERMORE: tolerate it

MIDNIGHTS: Question…?

Mara:

TAYLOR SWIFT: Picture to Burn

FEARLESS: Mr. Perfectly Fine

SPEAK NOW: Mine

RED: Babe

1989: Bad Blood

REPUTATION: I Did Something Bad

LOVER: Cornelia Street

FOLKLORE: this is me trying

EVERMORE: happiness

MIDNIGHTS: Mastermind

Eddie:

TAYLOR SWIFT: A Place in This World

FEARLESS: The Other Side Of The Door

SPEAK NOW: The Story of Us

RED: Message in a Bottle

1989: Out of the Woods

REPUTATION: Gorgeous

LOVER: Cruel Summer

FOLKLORE: mirrorball

EVERMORE: coney island

MIDNIGHTS: The Great War

Mick:

TAYLOR SWIFT: Our Song

FEARLESS: We Were Happy

SPEAK NOW: Superman

RED: We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together

1989: How You Get The Girl

REPUTATION: Don’t Blame Me

LOVER: I Forgot That You Existed

FOLKLORE: the 1

EVERMORE: ‘tis the damn season

MIDNIGHTS: Midnight Rain

KT:

TAYLOR SWIFT: Cold As You

FEARLESS: Tell Me Why

SPEAK NOW: Innocent

RED: I Knew You Were Trouble

1989: New Romantics

REPUTATION: This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

LOVER: The Man

FOLKLORE: seven

EVERMORE: marjorie

MIDNIGHTS: Karma

Willow:

TAYLOR SWIFT: A Perfectly Good Heart

FEARLESS: Today Was A Fairytale

SPEAK NOW: Sparks Fly

RED: Starlight

1989: Style

REPUTATION: King of My Heart

LOVER: You Need To Calm Down

FOLKLORE: invisible string

EVERMORE: willow

MIDNIGHTS: Sweet Nothing