#ski fic

[nebuladreamz]

[demaparbat-hp]

Her eyes meet his. He reaches out his arm and takes an enormous breath. With terror clear in her eyes, her hand reaches for his, and he locks his grip on her wrist, and her fingers dig into his arm.

“I got you! Hold on!”

Vermillion Seas, Cardinal Skies Chapter 22: A Second Chance

The Fall took my breath away when I first read it. The intensity, the terror, the beauty... I loved each and every second of it, and I know you will too.

Go read Vermillion Seas, Cardinal Skies by @geothewriter if you want to find a perfect balance of love and adventure!

[that-one-raccoon]

the reunion scene has my whole heart.

from Of the Northmost Winds and Skies on ao3 my goddd its so good please go read it

[stervrucht]

Such good friends✨

A little something for @azrielgreen's Scorpio Skies.

[b-h-art]

read the infamous sickfic and now im sick instead so here have this fanart of the reunion scene. i cried you crode everyone crode. and if you havent read it pls go read it rn i cant urge you enough.

oh didnt yall know i was a frostcup shipper? yea sorry i didnt either but Of the Northmost Wind and Skies radicalized me im addicted immediately started rereading cause i cant let it go pls @jjackfrost my only complaint is that it isnt twice the size it already is

[magicicephoenix]

🌙✨ @ Moon I really need a hug rn!!!!! (Sobbing/u know why)

😭😭😭

(Girl Anon, who lives in US)

he’s got you.

[luvzpagie]

DONT BE SO SOUR - j.w

summary ₊ ᰔ ˎˊ˗ | it had been a long day for playing tug of war with deuce and texting your girlfriend “i miss you’s”

notes ₊ ᰔ ˎˊ˗ | im not ghosting ya’ll again i promise… well i think!

you laid lazily on the couch, while deuce sat in your lap huffing every once in awhile. “me too boy” agreeing with his sighs as if you were feeling the same.

your phone buzzed as it sat on the arm of the couch, it lit up with a facetime call from “my ju <33”. you answered the phone with quickness, making deuce jump up & whine.

“hi baby!” your girlfriend’s cheesy face appeared on the screen, the light behind her gleaming causing her skin glow & the loud chatter around her. she had been filming the tournament with flau'jae.

“hey ju”

juju instantly knew something was wrong, you didn’t seem excited as you usually are. her eyebrows raised with concern.

“what’s wrong..”

“i just miss you” you sighed.

“i know baby” her glossy lips forming a pout, “i’ll be home before you know it”. you hummed not wanting to be upset any further.

“i missed seeing your pretty fac-”

“break is over! everyone get in place!” someone yelled cutting juju off.

“i gotta go ma, don’t be a sourpuss! you’ll see me soon, i love youuu” the sound of the call ending surrounded the room.

but now you weren’t sulking over missing your girlfriend anymore— a small smile was on your face as you thought about soon seeing your sweet girl.

[suhtorus]

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ ‐to love and to cherish. gojo satoru

walking down the aisle proves to be the hardest thing to do when your future husband won't stop crying his pretty eyes out.

fluff. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ wedding au (based on catholic weddings), fem!reader, best man!suguru, so much fluff and love i made myself cry. everyone is happy!

word c. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ less than 500

𝄢♭completely ‐ jaehyun

sunlight seems to beam back from every corner. white hydrangeas and roses allow the natural light to reflect all over the venue, casting a dreamy glow that makes your throat tight with emotion.

it surely must be heaven.

and heaven itself gleams right before your eyes, with satoru waiting for you to join him.

the blue of his eyes is replaced with an almost translucent shade whenever it catches the light, and the redness surrounding them only amplifies its beauty.

hushed whispers and gasps can be heard as soon as you're into everyone's line of vision—and satoru immediately breaks down in tears.

your own heart squeezes at the sight, laughter and tears bubbling up easily when suguru is forced to throw an arm over the sobbing groom, preventing him from running straight to your arms.

"don't you dare," even with his kind smile, suguru's tone is nothing but threatening, "let your wife shine, it's her moment."

and that's pretty much all it takes to get satoru to stay by the altar. it doesn't mean he won't pout about it, though.

the deep rumble of the cello accompanies your way down the aisle, and with each step forward, more pairs of eyes land on your figure in awe. warmth and ease drape over your senses like a throw blanket, drowning the sense of doom under its fabric. but no matter how much you wish to greet each one of the guests, their eyes meeting yours with matching excitement, your gaze bounces back to satoru's stubbornly, already aching to be by his side.

you know you're smiling—and crying—but so is he. your grip on the bouquet is tight, just like the invisible string drawing you towards satoru, your fingers itching to wipe the tears running down his cheeks.

I love you.

a chocked up mix of a laugh and a sob gets stuck in your throat as he mouths the words at you through the brightest grin you've ever seen from him, and all you can think is: how dare he.

it's almost too silent yet so loud, every shaky breath and sniffle loud and clear against the silence of the guests. a melancholic piano joins the cello, and your heart is suddenly at your throat, finally within satoru's reach which means that his hands immediately seek to hold yours. the rustle of your dress against his suit, his hushed cries muffled against the skin of your forehead mixed with endless declarations of his love—it's too much and yet it's utterly perfect.

"I love you, I love you," with eyes closed, satoru breathes you in under the gazes of every guest, witnesses of the adoration and yearning of the young couple that's only minutes away from being joined in matrimony.

behind the veil, a fleeting moment of private intimacy between bride and groom takes place, just for them and the universe to know and that will be cherished for years to come.

"my gorgeous bride."

[obsessedhoneycomb]

Unplanned - part two

George Russell x fem!reader

Summary: part one here; George bonding with his son + the little bonus at the end

Warnings: none, maybe some curse words

Word count: 2,1k

A/N: Had this in my mind after I posted the first part, but this morning I decided to give into my imagination and I got carried away. Cried when writing the beginning. I'm not a pro in skiing, actually I can't do that, so I'm sorry if the description of that is shit. I tried my best for the plot. :D Enjoy!

———

“Mom! The mail is here!” Will shouted from the entrance of the door of your apartment, you sighed, walking from the kitchen, where you were preparing the cake.

There stood a man with a huge bouquet of flowers, a box and an envelope. You signed the papers for the courier and got the things in your hands. Will followed you to the kitchen, his face frowned in confusion.

While you ran your gaze through the letter in the envelope, you smiled.

“Is it from dad? Did he remember my birthday?” Will sounded so hopeful, he still held on that idea of his father not forgetting about him.

After that day at the karting circuit, you told George that you decide when he’s getting to know Will. And you took your time. But George didn’t want to miss another birthday of his son.

Turning around to face Will, you took in a sharp breath.

“Will, sweetheart… you know, that mommy always wanted the best for you, right?” You got on your knees to get on his level to look him in his eyes. He just took in your little distress, since he was the only man in the house, he always tried to comfort you even though he was now only seven years old.

“I know, mom. You’re the best mom in the world.” He smiled, and hell, he so much resembled the smile of George’s.

With a nod, you reached for the box on the counter, giving it to him.

“Open it. It’s from your father.” You looked into his eyes, trying to catch all his emotions. Will’s eyes got wide with excitement as he carefully opened the box. There was a small racing helmet, perfectly crafted for Will to wear, with some special engravings and design, and a small logo of Mercedes on the side. He gasped in shock, looking at it, his small fingers tracing along its sides like it was the rarest treasure in the world.

“Mom-“

“There’s a note, look at it.” You encouraged him, holding your own emotions at bay.

William took a note, reading it loudly.

William, you deserve the best. The next season you’ll be racing under the Mercedes junior academy. Also, you need a new helmet. I hope you like it. Love, dad

He looked at the note and turned it around, there was a number 63 on it. Gasping more, he looked at you, his eyes wide, because he was a very smart boy, he figured it out.

“It’s a gift from George Russell, mom. He’s- is he-“

You took him in your arms, embracing him tightly to contain his overwhelming emotions. He still clutched the helmet, but he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, the thing he was doing all those years, when he was seeking comfort.

“Mommy-“ he choked on his tears, sobbing softly into your shirt.

“It’s okay, baby. Just let it out.” You whispered, your own tears running down your cheeks.

After a while he pulled away from you, wiping his tears, looking at you. You tried to read his expression, your heart clenching at the sight of his puffy eyes.

“Are you upset that I haven’t told you?”

He shook his head, looking at the helmet again.

“This is the best birthday gift ever. I knew that my dad would never forget about me. And he’s George Russell. Hell, mom, the boys will be soooo jealous!”

William grinned, having that proud gleam in his eyes, while you bursted into soft laughter.

———

The doorbell echoed through the apartment again, this time it was you, who rushed to the door. Opening it, there he was. George. All smiles, wearing his best clothes, like a gentleman, not that teenage boy you remember.

"Oh, you're here on time."

"Like I said I will be."

He was nervous, it was apparent, but you only smiled a little amused, gesturing for him to get inside.

William was in the living room, playing with some toys, when he looked up and saw you along with George, walking into the space. His small hands dropped the car toy, his breath catching in his throat, his eyes going wide.

"Hey, buddy." George said breathlessly, his nerves getting the best out of him, his palms sweating.

William started to walk towards him, George getting down on his knee, to be on his level only for Will wrapping his small arms around his neck with a giggle.

"Hello, daddy." he whispered, letting out a soft sigh of relief.

You just watched it from behind, your eyes glistening with tears. This was something you imagined for those years.

Will pulled George to his room, where he showed him all his toys and karting trophies, his helmets, etc.

Then you all sat in the living room, eating cake you baked earlier that day.

"It's delicious. I didn't know you could bake." George took another bite with a satisfied smile.

"It was one of things I needed to learn, when Will came to the spotlight." you chuckled, looking at Will, who was chewing his bite and also preoccupied with his new car toy.

———

That's how George became part of your life again. Spending as much free time with Will as possible, taking him also to his own races around the world. Even though you insisted on not getting to the public, George was making sure that Will is not exposed that much.

While you were living your life, meetings with George was inevitable, sometimes even with his longtime girlfriend. He met her a while after you practically vanished from his life back then. She was good to Will, he also was fond of her, but that feeling that her boyfriend already has a kid was creating a tension between them.

As William got older, now being a moody teenager, George was around much more often than before.

And that's how you ended up agreeing to spend some time at the mountains with them both.

You weren't much of a skiing type, you actually hated that, but seeing that pleading eyes of Will's, you just said yes.

"Mom! Come on, it's gonna be fun!" Will pouted, already wearing his winter clothes. George was sitting nearby, watching you two.

You let out a frustrated sigh, putting the winter jacket on.

"You're insufferable, William. You know how I hate skiing."

"And you know how I love it."

It was true, when he was at high school, George took him secretly on this skiing trip along with his boss Toto Wolff, and ever since, Will couldn't stop ranting about his new hobby.

When you got to the skiing centre, you took a sharp breath, trying your best to tighten the bindings of your ski.

"Let me help you." George was on his knees immediately, helping you, and it was exactly what you needed. You didn't see the smug smile William had on his face, while he was already on his way up the mountain through the cableway.

"See you up there!"

You looked up to see that your son left you alone with his father.

"Guess he doesn't need us that much anymore." George shook his head in disbelief, smiling softly, getting up to get onto his ski.

"George, don't leave me alone while I'm tied to this stupid thing." you let out a desperate sigh, pointing to the ski.

He gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you won't hurt yourself."

As you got to the cableway, there was a nagging question you wanted to ask him from the beginning of this trip.

"What is your girlfriend thinking about you spending this much time with me? Yeah, I'm in that strange package with your son, but still."

George sighed a little, shifting in his seat, when he looked at the sun, which was shining over the slopes.

"Well, long story short, she couldn't deal with me being a father anymore, so we broke up."

You hated yourself for asking, it was such an intimate topic and you were nosy.

"I'm sorry, George. I, uh, I shouldn't have asked."

"No, it's okay, I don't have a problem talking about it, even with you. Really." he said, while you arrived at the top of the mountain, he got from the seat of the cableway, holding a hand for you to help you get off.

George tried to explain to you, what is the best way to get into skiing. You just nodded, your face frowned in worry, because you really didn't trust yourself to make it happen without an injury.

You tried your best, pushing yourself down the slopes slowly, while George was carefully following you. Suddenly, you started to go down a little bit faster, your mind panicking, completely forgetting about anything George said to you earlier. He noticed and tried to call after you.

"Buckle your knees! Put your tiptoes together!"

You only managed to scream in panic. "Fucking help me, George!"

Without hesitation, he got on his way, sliding down, catching onto your speed, getting in front of you so you'd crash into him. You did and it knocked you two off to the ground, George holding you tightly, to make sure you're alright.

You opened your eyes carefully, seeing his face close to yours, his eyes observing you.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, thank you."

It felt comfortable being held by him, his muscular arms wrapped around you, a distant memory of being like this sneaking into your brain.

"You're not shaving your face every day anymore?" your gloved hand ran over his cheek with a chuckle.

"Nah, it gives me older vibes." he let out a soft laugh, shivering a little under your touch he deeply missed.

"You're also wearing the same cologne."

"It's the one you gave me for my twentieth birthday."

His blue eyes were now looking into yours with intensity, your breaths mingling together, tension from the past years palpable between you.

"We should.. we should get up from the snow, George." you whispered, not really wanting that.

"We should.. but I want something else."

In a moment, his lips were on yours, sealing them in soft but yearning kiss. It was something you missed, you craved and ached for. Only he could make you melt completely.

"I missed you, George." you managed to whisper between the kisses, breathless.

"Tell me about missing. I'm not gonna let you go again." he parted from you for a moment, to take in your blushing face.

Then somebody just stopped beside them, clearing their throat. It was Will, his smug smile on again.

"It took you long enough to finally fall onto each other. I thought that I'd go crazy."

You turned to look at him, George still holding you tight.

"What?"

"I was trying so hard to set you up for a long time."

"William Russell! You-"

Will just laughed, going down the slopes again, leaving you cursing in anger, while George was laughing hard.

———

Little bonus

Getting married in the middle of the racing season was definitely crazy. But you and George were used to do crazy things, especially after you got back together after that skiing trip.

William turned eighteen, when he started his Formula one season getting the seat in Mercedes team after his father's retirement.

You were watching the final race of the season at Abu Dhabi, sitting in the garage, George beside you. Holding his hand tightly, you held him glued to his seat, because he had tendencies to wander around and talk with teammates of his son, to make sure that everything was smooth.

William needed to get a few points from this race to win a championship. George was already sitting on the edge of his seat, squeezing your hand hard, while you both watched how your son made it through the finish line, finishing second and securing his first championship for himself. You couldn't even contain your happiness, screaming in unison with your husband, both of you on the verge of crying.

Standing under the podium, watching Will proudly, him being absolutely out of himself with joy and happiness, sending you a kiss, George had his hand over your shoulders, keeping you close to his side. While they played the British national anthem, you shoved your hand to your purse, getting something small out, leaning to whisper into George's ear.

"I have a surprise for you."

George still held his wide smile, his eyes welled with tears, when he turned his head to look at the object laying in your hand. It was a positive pregnancy test.

Placing his hand over yours with the test, he kissed your temple, taking in the sweet scent of your skin, whispering into your ear with excitement in his voice.

"God, I love you so much, darling."

———

Please don’t use my writings without permission! Pictures found on Pinterest.

Tags: @anunstablefangirl

[itsybitsybatsyspider]

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Protector Of the Northmost Winds and Skies

(materialized Hiccup and notes below the cut)

I re-read the fic again and man did i remember how much i loved it!!

I really wanted to draw Hiccup as spirit and have a go at what i thought his design would be. I tried blending the costume designs from the second and third How To Train Your Dragon movies for the leather armor and the fur cape was SO MUCH FUN to work with!

I also put silver birch leaves on the pauldron because they symbolize new beginnings and protection and thought it was pretty fitting. And i think it's dope as fuck and i can do what i want so why not.

And i'll admit, i did listen to Hozier quite a bit while working on this because 1) Francesca is SO THEM and 2) I, Carrion absolutely hits as well.

thank you @jjackfrost for the wonderful story you wrote and shared with us. It's a blessing to read and it got me back on my HTTYD and ROTG middle school hyperfixation so thanks <3

[demaparbat-hp]

Hey, @geothewriter, was it necessary to break my heart?

A little thing for Vermillion Seas, Cardinal Skies, a truly magnificent fic that has left yours truly rolling on the ground more than once. I'll post the entire artwork once it's finished! For now, you get a little sneak peek.

Start reading the fic here. You can find Chapter 19 (from which this scene comes from) here!

[marvelcriminalhoe]

Now that Noah Wyle is gaining traction in the fic writing community for The Pitt— can yall start writing for his character in Falling Skies as well? Because I need them. All of them. All of Noah Wyle’s characters but specifically Tom Mason

[undertheopensky]

Depth Perception

“Ow! Fuck!”

“I never knew you had such a foul mouth,” says Wind’s voice, muffled by the wall.

“You’re not around me when I’m in the forge,” Four grumbles. More carefully this time, he ducks low enough to avoid the hanging rock in the ceiling that usually he could have walked right under. “Goddesses. How does Time deal with this?”

“Better than you!”

“You’re no better.” Four finally makes it over to him and kicks him - lightly! - in the hip. It’s not Twilight’s fault, after all, and it’s him who’ll have to deal with the bruises.

Presumably. Assuming that they have, indeed, swapped bodies, and not been transformed into reflections of each other. It’s a little hard to tell right now.

“Oh come on! I was sure I would fit!”

“You’d fit if you were your normal size! Twilight is a lot broader than you are, it’s no wonder you got stuck in that hole!”

“There isn’t even anything good in here,” Wind sulks, as Four wraps Time’s gauntleted hands around Twilight’s ankles and starts to pull him free.

“I thought you said you thought you could see a way out? Through an entirely-too-small crawlspace that I told you you were going to get stuck in?”

“Yeah well, I was wrong. Dead end.” Wind clambers to his feet and dusts himself off, remorseless. “C’mon, let’s keep going. We still gotta find the others!”

Four sighs and follows as Wind bounces off down the tunnel, narrowly avoiding running into the wall on Time’s blind side. He will be so happy when they figure out how to fix this.

[malikat24601]

✨️ Fuck it Friday ✨️ took a slightly manic turn back towards Scorpio season

"Deleted" from @azrielgreen's superb Scorpio Skies MY BELOVED

[majorbuckyegan]

Blue Skies a four part clegan series.

148.9k words. complete.

part one (teen. 18.6k words) part two (explicit. 16.k words) part three (teen. 10.2k words) part four (explicit. 103.3k words)

[azrielgreen]

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