#we could walk on the frozen lake :3

[catboyrightsdefender]

pics of the submerged tower of the medieval church of graun/curon (lake resia/reschensee, italy)

[rafesslxt]

Hii, could you please write a Mattheo x reader fic where the reader has raynauds disease? It’s where your hands are basically just red/purple and painful/swollen and super cold during winter. Ty! x

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COLD HANDS | m. riddle

summary: you‘re on a walk with your boyfriend and forgot your gloves

warnings: raynauds disease ( something like red hands that turn white on some parts and then red/blue on the hand? I tried to google <3 ), mattheo being a cute boyfriend and caring for you

words: 850

Mattheo always looks out for me and my hands, knowing that they need a little more care than others.

He told me to meet him outside in the yard after his last class. I was there a little too early so i sat down on a bench when it started snowing, the little flakes falling down on my hair and shoulders, slowly melting on there after a while. When Mattheo came walking towards me, a big smile was spread on his face.

"You look so beautiful with all those snowflakes in your hair." he says when he finally stands in front of me, pulling me up from the bench and against him. He leans down and gives me a loving soft kiss, placing a hand on my cheek which was still warm from just coming out of the warm walls from our school.

" Come on let's walk a little before we go back in, shall we?" he asks me and gives me his arm to intervene, which I do. We always did this at least once a week even tho it's cold outside. We meet outside in the yard and walk over to the big black lake which was frozen now, and walked around it in the snow.

After a while he let's go of me and leans down towards the snow on the ground, forming a snowball in his hand. "Mattheo.." I say in a warning tone when I see his cheecky smirk. I start laughing and run away but still get hit with the snowball on my back.

"You arse!" I yell from afar, now also taking snow into my hands and forming a ball with it. When I throw it, it lands right on the back of his head, making me laugh even louder at his shocked face. "Oh just wait until I get you baby." he shouts and starts running towards me. I squeak and run into the opposite direction but he was way faster than me and when he finally catches me, he pulls me down into the snow with him.

I gasp at the feeling of the snow against my hands and bare neck after I forgot my scarf today. "Gotcha." he giggles when he pulls me on top of him, wrapping his arms around my jacket. "You started this war." I answer him smiling, placing my hands on his chest.

He looks down at them, his eyes going wide. "Y/n, why didn't you tell me you forgot your gloves?" he asks now with a more serious tone. I bite down on my bottom lip when I see parts of my fingers and hands turning blue. "Uhm - I don't know.. I didn't think about it I just had so much fun." I tried to explain but he shook his head and grabbed into his pockets.

"Here take these." he hands me a pair of warm gloves, way too big for my hands but still doing the job. " But these are you-" "No debate, you will put them on okay? You need them more than I do, please, for me." he says now, putting on his best puppy eyes.

I roll my eyes but can't hide my smile either when I kiss his cheek. "Thank you for always taking care of me Matty." I whisper, this time giving him a soft kiss on his lips, making him smile. "Always, princess."

After that we went back inside, into our common room. When we arrive he sits down next to me on the couch in front of the fireplace we have. "Show me your hands baby." he demands in a soft tone, nodding towards my hands which were still inside his gloves. I pull them off slowly and see how the blue skin is a little lighter but still not back to normal. He grabs my hands and puts his over and under mine, warming them with his heat.

I smile at him, looking at him and realizing again just how much I love him. "They're not getting warm enough.." he sighs after a few moments. "Here I have an idea." he says before pulling me closer and pushing my hands under his thick hoodie, placing them on his burning hot skin. " Oh my god why are you so hot?" I ask him, not thinking about my choice of words. "I alway am." he winks.

I chuckle and slowly trace his abs with my fingers. "Aren't my hands too cold on your skin?" I ask worried now but he just shakes his head and kisses my forehead. "I'd do anything for you, you know."

After a while I pull my hands back again, looking at them with a happy smile. "Look!They're normal again." I let out a quite giggle before he pulls me onto him, still on the couch. He takes my hands into his and starts to kiss every finger of mine. "I promise I'll always take care of you, no matter what." he whispers against my ring-finger.

"I know, Matty. I love you, thank you." "Love you too, princess."

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needy little attention seeker | dottore x reader

prompt : dottore with a needy and clingy reader who wants dottore's attention

summary : despite dottore's busy schedule, you never fail to pester him for his attention. since your usual tactics weren't working anymore, you decided to try something else.

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Dottore sighed as one of his agents left his office. He was just brought the news of your latest little escapade, and he knew it was just about time for that.

You were always the ever-needy one in the relationship, always craving his time and affection. You knew that Dottore was a busy man; however, that never stopped you from committing your little antics. You did all sorts of things to gain his attention: from stealing his reports and documents to tinkering with his laboratory apparatuses, you tried it all. Today, it seems that you were aiming for a different approach.

Dottore wore his harbinger coat before leaving the Zapolyarny Palace, walking in the direction his agent had seen you leave from. The snowy forests were much chillier today, as the previous night had brought a blizzard to Snezhnaya. He trudged his way through the forest, silently cursing you for being so brazen and mischievous. He knew of your clingy and needy nature, but he couldn't help it that he had to conduct his experiments.

He saw a flicker of hope as he spotted a trail of footsteps in the snow-covered path. Crouching down to inspect the footprints, he let out a sigh of relief. Those footprints were yours, he's certain. And with that, he wasted no time following the trail.

After what felt like hours, Dottore spotted a figure sitting by a fallen log that resided by a frozen lake. He moved closer, slinking past the trees with caution. He spotted the chemical vial earring hanging from the left ear, and that was all he needed to know to confirm that it was you.

He cleared his throat as he walked forward, his arms crossed to his chest and a stern glare in his expression. "Care to explain what you have been up to this time?"

Startled by the sudden voice, you turned around to face Dottore. You swallowed nervously as you watched him approach closer, his strides confident. You let out an awkward chuckle as you scratched the back of your neck.

"Oh hey... Didn't think you'd find me that fast, my dear."

Dottore clicked his tongue in annoyance before helping you to stand up from the wood log. He spun you around slowly, checking you for any injuries. "Do you know how worried I was for you? Are you hurt anywhere?"

You shook your head, a sheepish grin crawling up your face. Dottore sighed in relief before engulfing you in a tight hug. Your body instantly melted in his arms, feeling his warmth radiate onto you, making you feel warmer from the harsh cold of Snezhnaya. His right hand made its way to your head, gently caressing your hair before planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"My love... I know that you're needy and that you want my attention. However, we both know I have my duties to tend to as a harbinger."

You sighed softly, a subtle pout on your lips. Dottore let out a small smile at the sight of your pouty and whine expression before ruffling your hair gently in an affectionate manner.

"I promise you, darling. I will give you my attention and my love once I finish my latest experiment." He said softly, caressing your cheek with his thumb. "But if you can't wait that long... I suppose you could keep me company inside of my lab. Only if you promise to behave."

Your eyes sparkled in excitement, a cheerful and enthusiastic smile on your face. You nodded eagerly, nuzzling your face into his chest. Dottore chuckled lightly before taking off his coat and draped it over your shoulders.

"Let's get back to the Palace, my love. Shall we?"

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[mabelstone]

I Could Be Yours

hozier x f!reader

part one of lullabies <3

hi i have risen from the dead... new matt stone will be coming soon i promise!! i've just become infatuated with hozier recently so i had no choice but to devote a new fic to him <3

i didn't proof read because it's bedtime, i will fix tomorrow if there's any errors!! soz

cw: none really... just a shitty boyfriend and drinking. still 18+

word count: 3.5k

“That’s your man, ‘uh?” The deep voice behind me made me jump, forcing me to peel my eyes from Joe and the leggy blonde he was laughing with.

“Stop doing that!” I gasp, clutching a hand over my chest, jokingly punching Andrew in the arm. “But yes. That’s him,” I sigh, wanting to cut the conversation before it had a chance to start. Andrew was far too friendly to be talking to my walking storm cloud of a boyfriend.

“I didn’t know his sister was playing tonight,” he confessed casually, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt. “Which one is she?”

“He doesn’t have a sister,” I shake my head, quirking an eyebrow at the human tower before me. “Where’d you hear that?”

“Huh?” He played dumb, though a soft pink blush tinted his cheeks, looking like he wished he could eat his words.

“Where did you hear that?” I repeated, the room suddenly too hot for comfort, despite Joe's protests that I was dressed like a 'tart,' in his words.

“I’m sure I misheard, hearing’s a bit shot,” he lied through his teeth, and he must be a fool to believed I'd let him play it off.

“Andy," I faced him now, trying to force him to meet my eyes he was so desperately avoiding. "Who did he say that to?”

“That woman,” his voice sounded pained, as if he were almost ashamed to tell me. He was too smart, he could read me, and if anyone could read the room, it was him. I just went quiet, his warm calloused hand placed on my shoulder, feeling like it might burn a hole in my dress. “You deserve better,” he professed sincerely, pulling that horrid face at me, the type you pull when you feel really sorry for someone.

I huffed some pathetic excuse of a response, forcing my eyes to the ground. There seemed to be a magnetic pull, forcing my eyes back to Joe, hurting my own feelings again and again. I can’t recall a time he’d ever looked that interested in me. Not unless he was trying to bed me, which was usually after a stressful day at work or after a massive fight.

“If you were my girl, every man and their dog would know. You’re too good for him,” his voice was warm, like being pulled from a frozen over lake and straight into an oven. His Irish brogue more apparent than ever, and I cursed myself for the way my heart leapt in my chest.

He just slipped past me onto the stage for his set, unaware that he just made me feel nearly every emotion in the span of two minutes.

“That’s not even a real job,” Joe scoffed, shaking his head indignantly like he always did, as if everyone were beneath him. He’s always looked down at others for as long as I’ve known him. His Napoleon Complex makes him feel like he’s six foot eleven, when in reality, I barely have to tilt my head to kiss him.

I bit my cheek to suppress an angry concoction of insults, swallowing it down and opting for, “so my job isn’t a real job?”

“Babe,” he groaned, one soft hand slipping off the steering wheel onto my thigh. “You know that’s not what I meant. It’s just not very manly, is all. He should be doing something that’s not just for chicks.”

“He’s a carpenter, actually,” I lied, arms barricaded across my chest as I tried to focus on the London Bridge we were rolling over. “Manly enough for you?”

“Could you relax? Jesus Christ…” he pulled his hand from me quicker than he placed it there, sighing emphatically. “You gettin’ your period or something?”

“No!” It was my turn to scoff now, turning to face him. His stupid face was contorted like it always was, as if he’d smelt something rotten. “You’ve hurt my feelings, Joe.”

“Oh, everything hurts your fucking feelings,” he seethed, hooking a turn so sharp I just about fell into the driver’s side. I muttered under my breath, gripping onto the handle at the top of my door, as it was highly likely I was going to need it for the rest of the trip. That’s my Joe. Sickly sweet when you first meet him, then cold and sharp when he drops the act. “I don’t know how much longer I can put up with this shit.”

“Excuse me?” I straightened up, my stomach twisting in that familiar nauseating knot.

“You. Your shit,” he rolled his eyes for what felt like the thousandth time, turning his head to me, deadpan. “Constantly starting arguments, whining about everything. You’re exhausting me.”

Then the rest of the entourage strides in on cue. The searing pain in my throat, the tears prickling into my eyes. The shame and embarrassment that pummel me like waves in a storm. Oh, God, the embarrassment. I feel my cheeks glow red, and suddenly the chill of late Autumn is comparable to a sauna, and there’s not enough air in the passenger side to satiate my lungs.

“Don’t cry,” he groans again, refusing to look at me again. And suddenly, I’m twelve again, trying to cry silently in my father’s car. Sigmund Freud would be laughing in his grave right now. “I’m sorry," he sighs, reaching for my leg again. I jerk away. "Shouldn’t have taken it so far.”

Though his apologies are just words at this point. I’ve walked this road too many times to not know any better. The rest of the ride home is silent, my knees pressed into the passenger door, trying to focus on anything but the fact that I will probably never leave. I will board this train wreck until he beats me down to nothing.

"He just has this weird infatuation for you. A blind man could see it," he tsked, shaking his head as if it were my fault. "And you just egg him on. He's a proper knob."

"He's the knob? What'd you think of your sister's set, hm?" I seethed, silently letting the tears fall as if I were in some sappy drama.

We didn't speak for the rest of the night, Joe slamming his car door, storming inside to lock himself in our bedroom. I washed my face in the kitchen sink and fell asleep on the couch in the small hours of the morning.

Joe didn't come to my show tonight, opting for the local pub with his work mates. I can't lie and say I was upset about it. Another thing I couldn't lie about is how Andrew's words played on a loop in my head for the rest of that night and all day today. I know he was just saying it to comfort me, but is it sad that I've never been so flattered?

"Hey," I smiled, the condensation from my breath hanging between us as I walked up to Andy. “Thought you were quitting.”

He was leaning against the brick wall outside the bar, a halfway smoked cigarette to his lips. He looked nice tonight. His usual unruly curls framing his face so perfectly, two layers under his dark denim jacket. He grinned infectiously as always, never once tearing his eyes from mine as he shrugged, “I’m no quitter.”

“Shut up,” I groaned, finding my spot beside him, now pressing my back to the cold bricks.

“So, where’s Jake tonight?” Now his eyes were fixed on the busy street before us, his arm brushing mine each time he’d put the cigarette to his lips.

“It’s Joe,” I corrected with an eye roll, though there was no malice in my expression. “And he’s watching the game with his mates. We’ve barely spoken since last night.” My heart ached a bit at the reminder of what he’d said to me on the drive home. You’re exhausting me. If his wish was for me to rethink the past five years, he certainly got it.

He gave me that pathetic poor you look again. "Come on. I'll buy ya' a drink. I insist."

"Who am I to deny you?" I grinned, following close behind him as he stubbed his cigarette out under his boot, holding the bar door open for me.

He ordered himself a whiskey on the rocks, a coconut margarita for me. We slid into a small booth at the back, the walls practically vibrating from the drunken chatter and the obnoxious drum solo on the stage.

"She's busy tonight, eh?" He half shouted across to me, leaning over his drink.

"I know, right? I've never seen the place like this," I agreed, taking in just how alive the atmosphere was tonight. "Remember me when you're famous."

"You're not easy to forget. You remember me!" He grinned at me, taking a large swig of his drink. I couldn't tear my eyes from his Adam's apple bobbing with each sip, his eyes dark in the dim lighting. I felt extreme guilt, forcing my eyes anywhere but his direction.

He must've sensed it. This man could read me like a book. Thankfully, he steered the conversation smoothly, "what're you playing tonight?"

"Oh, no. I'm not singing tonight," I shook my head, polishing off my drink in a sip a little bit too big for my mouth. "Want another drink? My shout."

"Why aren't you singing?" He ignored me, pulling a face that screamed, are you mad? "If there's any night for it, it's tonight."

"Honestly, I just want to get pissed and be the observer for once." I smiled sweetly, hoping he couldn't see through the facade. "What're you singing then?"

"An original," he smiled coyly, eyes faltering.

"Oh, Andy! How exciting," I cheered, genuinely happy for him. He'd shown me some of his poetry, and with such a beautiful voice, there's no possibility he could go wrong. "You're going to blow the roof off. This calls for another drink."

"As you wish," he grinned, holding eye contact as he finished off his glass, the faintest pink tinge to his cheeks.

When I made my way back to the table, my heart sunk a bit when I saw a girl leaning against our table giggling, tucking thick red locks behind her ears. He was laughing too, body language practically begging for more. I might be exaggerating. Why did I even care? I am in a committed relationship.

Funny, he looks just as amused as Joe did last night.

I made my way to the table, sliding his drink to him.

"Hi, I'm Harper," she smiled wide, a beautiful array of pearly teeth on full display.

"Lovely to meet you. Y/N," I smiled back, unable to look at Andrew. "I'm gonna go watch the show. I'll leave you to it."

I turned my back just as he was about to protest, sipping at my drink as I kept my word, finding a seat before the stage. I couldn't really focus on the music though, my mind reeling over what Joe was up to. He hadn't even texted or calls. His location was off too. I grabbed another couple drinks, bumping into Andrew when I made my way back to the stage.

"Y/N," he reached for my arm, a sincerely apologetic tone to his voice. "I'm sorry for earlier, that was rude."

"No it wasn't," I replied a bit too quick, brushing off the apology. "You're single, you can do whatever."

"I meant having someone at our table," shit. Was that the wrong thing to say? Their margaritas are always too strong. "I was enjoying just having you and I time."

"No worries, there's always next time," I smiled sweetly, though really, I just wanted to get in the nearest cab, pack all my shit at home and move back to Bristol. "You're nearly on! I'll be front row." I turned away again, finding my way back to the nice girls I made small talk with earlier.

Sure enough, Andrew was up within the next fifteen minutes. The announcer, somewhere hidden backstage spoke, "please give your warmest welcome to our absolute favourite, Andrew Hozier-Byrne!"

He walked onto the stage, acoustic guitar hanging from his neck as he awkwardly made his way onto the stage, adjusting the microphone to his height as he did each night.

"Ehm, this song is called I Could Be Yours," he offered a tight lipped smile to the crowd, a few cheers heard here and there. "Thanks guys."

I couldn't help but grin at his shyness, the complete opposite of how he was with me.

I could be soft and sweet, I could be hard and loud.

I could be everything you'd ever need somehow.

Why don't you hear me sing out from the lost and found,

I could be yours, I could be yours, I could be yours.

He seemed to be scanning the crowd, probably for Harper, meanwhile all eyes were on him, basking in his glory. As if he were rain in a drought, not a single soul in the audience not mesmerised by his syrupy voice. Myself included, wide eyed, the epitome of awe.

Why don't you try on me? Why don't you take me home?

I'll match the colour scheme of your bedroom walls.

Oh, take a dose of me, it doesn't hurt at all.

I could be yours, I could be yours, I could be yours.

His skilled fingers danced along the strings, his eyes, when not scanning the crowd focused on his measured movements. To say I was moved was an understatement. His voice thick and sweet as honey, his eyes shining under the stage lights, the hypnotic effect he had on the crowd. Unlike anything I had ever experienced.

Then his eyes found mine. It was almost like nothing existed in the same realm as him and I. Just us.

Oh God, I'd benefit from your sweet tenderness.

Oh, thank God, it could've been, 'cause nothing comes from it.

That'd be a helpful thought if I could remember it,

but I could be yours, I could be yours, I could be yours.

"Thanks," he nodded awkwardly to the crowd, eyes leaving mine as he did the stage, the audience cheering and clapping.

I couldn't put into words the feelings I felt if you held a gun to my head. No doubt my eyes glistened back at his, tears of joy swimming at my waterline, completely estranged from last nights'.

"He was looking right at you!" One of the women I'd met shouted over the cheers, shaking me by the shoulder. I just hummed some response, smiling and beelining for the exit.

The bite of the outdoors was a stark comparison to the warmth of the bar, my nervous system seeming to reset instantaneously. I pulled out my phone and checked the time. 8:45pm. I told Joe I wouldn't be home til midnight and not to wait up for me.

It was wrong to feel this way about Andrew. He was my friend. I had Joe. Even if we had our rough patches.

My phone buzzed wildly in my hand, and when I checked the caller ID, I nearly didn't pick up.

I sighed. "Hello?"

"Hey," Andrew spoke loudly over the drunken chatter, a few good one mate, and, good on ya's here and there. "Where'd you run off to?"

"I, uh, had too much to drink," I lied through my teeth, kicking at the gravel beneath my feet. "I'm just heading home."

"Oh..."

"I'm out the front," I piped up, not wanting him to think he caused this. Or that I was running away. Because I was not. Right?

He hung up and shortly after, his tall figure emerged, his shadow reaching me before he did.

He opened his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it. "Great song, Andy. Really beautiful." I meant it.

"Oh, yeah. Thank you," he smiled, looking down at his boots. "How're you getting home?"

"I was gonna get a cab, or an Uber, or something." I shrugged, acutely aware of how breathy I sounded. Beyond tired. I wasn't lying when I said I'd had too much to drink.

"No need, I'll take you." He offered, digging his hands into his pockets and gesturing with his head for me to follow.

"It's okay, Andy, really," I countered, giving him my must sincere smile I could muster. I was too confused right now. Nobody had ever made me feel this way while I've been with Joe. "Get in there and mingle. They loved you."

"I'd rather know you're safe."

I ended up in the passenger seat of his car. He'd kindly put the heater on full blast, though no doubt, he'd be sweating under all those layers. I protested, but he kept fretting about how red my nose was from the cold.

"You alright?" He asked, my head leaned against his window.

"Yeah," I breathed, struggling to keep my eyes open, though my mind was very much awake and racing.

"You've been acting funny, did I upset you?" He glanced over at me, concern written all over his features. Had he always been this handsome?

"It's not you. I'm sorry," I lifted my head to look at him. Tequila and I are not friends. I flipped down the visor mirror to see a tiny it of smudged mascara under my eyes. I wiped it away, sighing for the hundredth time. "Joe just... things aren't going well. I slept on the couch last night. Well, barely. He's just so mean, you know?" I babbled drunkenly, a huge weight lifting after finally telling someone. "He always picks at everything I do. You complain all the time. You put too much salt in this. That isn't a real sustainable job, babe. We never shag anymore... Shag? Isn't that disgusting, Andy?"

I continued my drunken spiel, probably including more details than I should have. Andrew just kept his eyes on the road, sharing glances here and there to let me know he was listening.

The grande finale, "why can't all men just be like you? You would make a wonderful husband, you know. You wouldn't tell your girlfriend she's too lively in bed, would you?"

"No, I wouldn't," he laughed, shaking his head. He looked at me fondly. For once, it wasn't a look of sympathy. It was kind of sad, almost.

"I've said too much, haven't I?" I probably looked like a kicked puppy at the realisation, but one smile from him eased any disconcertion I had.

"Not at all," he sighed, staring at his hands on the wheel. "I have a lot to say. I just don't think I should be the one saying it."

"Well, now you have to tell me," I countered, lolling my head to the side to face him.

"He's a fuckwit," he shook his head, his grip on the wheel tightening. "He doesn't deserve you. Not even a little bit. He's going to fuck it up and won't realise what he's lost until it's too late. And you know what? Good."

He pulled onto the road before my house with perfect timing, getting out of the car to open my door for me. He took my hand in his, helping me out, and thank goodness he did, because I still nearly rolled my ankle. I laughed and let myself fall into his chest, steadying myself after a hearty, obnoxious laugh.

"Oh my God, I've made a complete fool of myself tonight," I sighed, this time it felt like a release, not a breath weighing me down. "Thank you for taking care of me, Andy."

"Anytime at all," he grinned leaning against his car. I couldn't help myself, lurching forward at him, wrapping my arms around his torso. My head barely reached his shoulder, even when standing on the curb.

"I loved your song," I murmured against his chest, pulling back to grab his face. He turned ghost white. "You are my favourite singer. Ever."

His cheeks darkened as he looked away, chuckling softly with the shake of his head.

"Drink lots of water for me tonight. That's an order as your favourite singer."

"Yes, Mr. Hozier-Byrne," I grinned, turning on my heels and heading for the door. The garage door was 1/4 open. Joe must be home early.

I fumbled through my purse for my keys, finding them after what felt like an eternity of great difficulty. I was going in with a good attitude. I was going to sit him down and hash this out. We can fix this. We've been together nearly 6 years, this is just a rough patch.

I walked up to my bedroom, sure my ears were deceiving me. When I opened my bedroom door, I saw red.

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[chrissssssmut]

Could you write a han sohee x male reader story that’s slice of life/realistic? Thank you!

Almost, Always.

Han So-hee x Male Reader

AN: Felt really sad today so i decided to make this request. I actually finished 3 stories but will upload if i feel like it hehe. ♥️

Seoul in winter always felt like a memory—soft, fleeting, and cold in a way that seeped into your bones if you let it. The city pulsed with neon signs and the chatter of people slipping into warm cafés, the scent of roasted chestnuts lingering in the air.

You weren’t sure why you agreed to meet her.

Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was nostalgia. Or maybe, deep down, you always knew you’d say yes.

Han So-hee.

She was waiting by the café window when you arrived, a wool coat draped over her shoulders, her hair tucked neatly behind one ear. You used to tease her about that, how she always had to make sure at least one side of her face was showing. She once told you it was a habit from childhood, something about being called "too pretty to hide." You remember laughing, telling her she was ridiculous, and she had smiled—that rare, unguarded smile that made you forget how to breathe.

That was years ago.

Now, she looked up, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on you. There was a flicker of something—recognition, hesitation, maybe even relief. But it was gone before you could name it.

"You're late," she murmured as you slid into the seat across from her.

"You asked me to come last minute," you countered, shaking the cold from your jacket.

A ghost of a smile. "Still bad at taking responsibility, I see."

You wanted to say, And you still love pushing my buttons. But instead, you exhaled a quiet laugh, the warmth of the café barely reaching the spaces in you that still ached.

The conversation started carefully, like tiptoeing across a frozen lake. She asked about your work. You asked about hers. She told you about Paris—how she got lost in Montmartre, how she missed Korean food so much she cried over an overpriced bowl of instant ramen. You told her about your new apartment, how it didn’t feel like home yet.

There were moments when it almost felt normal, like no time had passed at all. But the silences stretched longer between words, settling between you like the weight of everything unspoken.

"So why did you ask me to meet you?" you finally asked.

She hesitated, fingers tracing the rim of her cup. Then, softly—"I just wanted to see if it still hurt."

Your breath caught.

You swallowed hard. "Does it?"

She looked up then, and you wished she hadn’t. Because her eyes held everything—the quiet ache, the regret, the love that never fully left.

"A little," she admitted. "But not in the way I thought it would."

"How did you think it would?"

She exhaled, her breath fogging the window beside her. "I thought it would feel like reopening a wound. But it's not like that. It’s more like…" She searched for the words. "More like pressing on an old bruise, just to see if it’s still there."

Your fingers curled around your cup. Yeah. You knew exactly what she meant.

Outside, the first snowfall of the season had begun, tiny white specks drifting down under the glow of streetlights. People walked by, some alone, some huddled together, their laughter muffled by the glass.

"I loved you," she said suddenly.

Your heart clenched. "I know."

"And you loved me."

You nodded, because there was no point in denying it. "Yeah."

She smiled, but it was a sad kind of smile, the kind you give when you've already made peace with something. "We were good once, weren’t we?"

You felt your throat tighten. We were everything. But instead, you just whispered, "Yeah."

She reached across the table then, hesitating for only a second before her fingers brushed against yours. Her touch was warm. Familiar. It sent a thousand memories rushing back—lazy Sunday mornings, the way she’d laugh when you kissed the tip of her nose, the quiet comfort of just existing together.

And then, just as quickly, she pulled away.

"I should go," she said, reaching for her coat.

You nodded, though every part of you wanted to say, Stay. Just a little longer.

She stood, wrapping the scarf around her neck. For a moment, she just looked at you, like she was memorizing the moment, the version of you that existed here, now.

"Take care," she murmured.

And then she was gone, disappearing into the city, her footsteps swallowed by the snow.

You sat there for a while, staring at the empty chair across from you, the warmth of her lingering in the space between your fingers.

Outside, the snow kept falling.

Some things melted away.

Some things stayed.

BRO THIS SHIT MADE ME SAD NGL T_T

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🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Chapter 1. - Chapter 2. - Chapter 3

Chapter 4. - Chapter 5. - Chapter 6

Chapter 7. - Chapter 8. - Chapter 9

Chapter 10. - Chapter 11. - Chapter 12

Chapter 13. - Chapter 14. - Chapter 15

Chapter 16. - Chapter 17. - Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Word Count: 1162

Chapter 19:

"If you two are the same, then I should be concerned," Agatha said, eyes narrowed at the two of you.

"Agatha," you exclaimed in shock, taking a step back.

Surprisingly, Rio's grip was loosened; though you swore, you felt the slightest of resistance coming from her fingers.

"Came to join the party, sweetheart?" Rio asked with a smirk, clearly not caring how intimately was caressing and looking at you just a moment ago.

She even dared to draw you back towards her, trying to place her hand around your shoulders, but you resisted; any influence she might have on you was long gone.

"There is no party," you argued, fearing Agatha might get the wrong impression.

After all, she didn't know you knew Rio already, and you were not sure how she would react. Judging by the glare in her blue eyes, you started to suspect she was connecting the dots and was not happy with it.

"Return to the others, Y/N," Agatha said, nicknames and sweet tones long gone; something that only existed when things were serious.

When she was serious.

Instead of sweet and teasing words or remarks, there was this hidden warning buried beneath layers and layers of ice but still visible to anyone paying even the slightly of attention to it.

You felt the need to say something, to argue she could not order you around; you were an adult and a powerful witch, not that young, shy girl she had met during a full moon ritual.

Your lips parted, and yet Agatha stopped you from uttering a single word. "Now,"

It felt as if you were standing on thin ice, carrying yourself above a frozen vast lake. Cracks had formed on it, cracks that threatened to break the ice beneath your feet and let you sink into the cold dark waters beneath.

You would think someone of your status would have no fear of such things, but even the wisest of beings knew when to step back.

You knew there was no place for argument, and even if you tried to make any, the cracks would grow and multiply as Agatha's anger would rise.

In the end, you would fall into the cold waters, and you might lose what you had built so far with Agatha.

Defeated, you walked towards her and noticed how intensely she was staring at Rio as if waiting for her to make a move.

She didn't do anything, not even tried to hold you back and simply watched you walk the same way Agtha had come; not once looking away from her lover... and yours.

Once you were far away, Rio rolled her eyes at the drama. "Come on, Agatha. We were just having fun. " she placed one hand in her waist.

Agatha took a few steps closer. "There is no fun there, Rio," she corrected her former lover. "Y/N is off the limits,"

This intrigued Rio. "Is that jealousy I peeked up, sweetheart?" She asked mockingly. "Didn't expect you to be so possessive of your little toy."

Rio knew that Agatha did not like how she called you, referring to you as a lifeless item to be passed around.

"She is not a toy, and she is not part in any of this. So leave her out, " she hissed faintly.

Yet she could not keep that intense stare and angry attitude for long. The trial, the almost loss of the boy... they had mentally drained her. Rio could see it in her blue eyes, feeling this need to hug and comfort her for a change.

Then she could go back in teasing, annoying and even trying to kill her.

"What do you fear, Agatha?" She asked as she started to slowly walk around the magicless witch. "Think of what we could do if she were to join us," she continued, one hand gently being carried across her back as her tone was a taunting whisper in her ear. "Three is the magic number, and we all remember what happened to the last three witches that paired together."

Agatha would lie if she said she didn't think about it carefully for a moment.

Three was a powerful number in magic.

Three faces of the goddess

Three fates

Three moon phases

Three basic elements

Three rings to the Ballad

The number three was everywhere, amplifying powers with its multiples. Hence why covens aimed to have member numbers equals multiples of three.

And, of course, there were the rumours of a triple witch bond.

Three witches bound together by more than just coven rues. Three witches amplifying one another, making them a very high-level threat when serious.

"It is a cursed idea," Agatha managed to say, though even Rio saw right through it.

"Come on, sweetheart." She said as she stood now in front of her. "We both know those are the words of old hags, too afraid of change,"

Agatha continued to stand her ground against the idea. "It would never work. She is not that kind of witch. "

Rio smiked. "Are you sure about that?" She asked, making Agatha arch an eyebrow. "I believe we both know what kind of witch she can be. You know when the... moon is just right," she whispered the last few words and chuckled before walking away. "Think about it, love. It is never too late"

Agatha did not even turn to look at her, those last phrases having gotten stuck in her head and were being repeated like a broken record.

"You know when the... moon is just right."

Something didn't click right there with Agatha, for one simple reason... how did Rio know?

No matter her role, no matter her 'skills'; this was of something she could not know. Unless she had witnessed it first hand. Unless she had been more preset in your life than you let others know.

A frustrated sound left her lips, and Agatha rubbed her hands against her face; trying to regain her composure.

The Road, the Boy, the fact that she was powerless and that Rio was present; did not help with her mentality or her sanity.

Having this new riddle into the puzzle... it was simply becoming too much.

Agatha pinched the bridge of her nose and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. She had to think of this through, and most specifically, she had to prioritise stuff.

Any questions she had about you and Rio had to wait until you were off the Road. Then, she would sit you down and tie you if she had to until you would spill everything and then apologise for hiding it.

Left with no choice, she started to walk back to the others; taking notice of the warm pyre they had built and how cosily they had sat around it. Even Teen had joined, looking as if he was never in front of Rio's door.

Chapter 20

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At Peace in your Fire (Pt 4)

part 1 part 2 part 3

Summary: the after math of the meeting in Hewn City

Pairing: Eris x Archeron!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: out of character Feyre (Keeping secrets from Rhys) slight angst, fluff 😊

Notes: Ahhhhhhhh !! Thank you everyone who is reading, liking, commenting, reblogging and asking to be on the taglist I love each and every one of you ! This chapter is a little short, but I really hope you like it ! I wanted to get something out this weekend, and cant wait to work on the next part this week !

Eris’ POV

Eris has experienced a lot of fear in his life. Plenty of terrifying moments to plague his nightmares every century of his life. But this- Y/n falling unconscious before them, crying out in agony before the darkness took her- he thought he had suffered all his worst fears by now. He was so devastatingly wrong.

He moved so fast he didn’t have time to think about what he was doing. He was to her before her head could hit the ground. But before he could pull her into his arms, Cassian grabbed her and Azriel yanked Eris back.

“Don’t you touch her.” Azriel growled.

“You’re lucky I moved as quickly as I did! None of you sprang to action and a head wound is the last thing she needs in this state!” Eris defended.

“Why do you even care?” Mor snapped.

“Okay, that’s enough. We need to get Y/n to Madja. This meeting is over.” Rhys started to walk toward Cassian where he still held Y/n’s unconscious figure.

All Eris could do was stand there dumbly and watch as they all prepared to winnow her away, and he would have no way to know how she was or what was wrong. He hadn’t felt so helpless in so long and it felt like a punch to the gut. Only Nesta threw him a look that he couldn’t quite decipher, but it wasn’t nearly as cold as she had looked at him before.

And then they were gone. And Eris had to sit down, or he may have thrown up. He was shaking with pent up energy and emotions. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her at all during the meeting, not when she has been looking at him with soft eyes that expected a good male to be standing before her. He was not good. He was tortured and twisted and wrong. He knew if he had looked into her eyes he would have fallen apart and gotten to his knees before her to ask for her forgiveness for what had happened with Mor, and even with Lucien. He usually brushed off the comments about those events, any event where his morals are questioned. But with Y/n standing there he felt such a need to defend himself- to explain. But he couldn’t. Not fully. And now Y/n will know he is a monster, and she will never again touch his hands with softness, never again look into his eyes with hopeful caution. Gods. All it took was one damn dance and Eris was a fool for her.

He had to see her again. Had to know if she was okay. For now, though, all he can do is go home to the Autumn Court, and pray his father remained unaware of his absence.

Y/n’s POV

Amber eyes, freckled skin, sharp cheekbones, and the softest red hair. Y/n had been dreaming of this face for weeks, but now, instead of a frozen lake with pain and fear in his eyes, they were on the dancefloor. He still looked at her with fear in those beautiful eyes, but this was a much more vulnerable kind of fear. Not fear of her power, but fear of her looking too closely at him. Fear of being seen. In this dream, he doesn’t turn and run away. In this dream he stays, and they stare into each other’s souls for a long while. Then, she leans into him and rests her head on his chest, and he continues to sway her back and forth until the song comes to an end.

When she looks back up at him, his face is cold. His gaze harsh and unforgiving as he pushes her away. She stumbles, but her family rushes in behind her. Eris, who was soft and warm moments ago, was now distant and cruel as he sneers and looks you up and down before exiting the dancehall.

Y/n jolted awake gasping for air. Feyre was immediately by her side, holding her hand. When Y/n catches her breath, Feyre cups her cheek and wipes away the stray tears that Y/n hadn’t noticed falling. Feyre climbs into the bed next to her. The small bed was set up right next to the fireplace, and Y/n crooned toward the heat and golden glow on her face. It was nighttime, or maybe the early hours of the morning. Feyre laid on the side furthest from the fire, her head propped up on her hand and reached the other out to comb Y/n’s hair with her fingers.

“How are you feeling?” Feyre whispered.

Y/n motioned to her throat in a request for water and Feyre jumped up to get it for her. After a few large, unladylike gulps, she set the glass down on her bedside table. “Thank you. I’m okay. What happened?”

“We were in the meeting with Eris,” Y/n’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of his name and tried to not make it obvious she had just been dreaming about him, “when all of a sudden you cried out in pain and fell unconscious.” Feyre finished.

“My head had been hurting throughout the meeting. I don’t know what was wrong, I’m sorry. That must have been so embarrassing and unprofessional. Is Rhys upset?”

“Rhys? Oh Y/n, of course not! He’s been worried sick about you. Like a mother hen. He’s terrible, honestly,” Feyre chuckled softly. It made Y/n feel more at ease.

“But we didn’t get the information from Eris about the Spring Court. I messed up the whole meeting because of a silly headache- “

“Y/n, stop, it’s really okay. Eris was being an ass anyway and- “ Feyre halted as Y/n groaned and held her head in her hands. “Y/n? Y/n what can I do?” Feyre sat helpless as her twin’s face contorted in pain. Y/n swung her legs over the side of the bed to fully face the fire raging in the hearth and she felt the pressure in her head lighten.

Feyre came to sit beside her again, and when she could think again, Y/n started to remember what happened at the meeting. She remembered being confused the whole meeting. By Eris refusing to look at her, by the history with Mor and with his brother, and the rising tension in the room and the distain that her family held for Eris. She remembered the pain in Eris’ voice that no one else could bother to hear, when he said, “not all of us were as lucky in our friends and family as you, Rhysand.” And that was when the pain in her head escalated to a point that she could not handle. Then she comes to now, when Feyre started to insult him, and the pain came back. The only to help, being the fire… Her twin wasn’t stupid. Y/n knew she had pieced it together too before even looking at her. And it wasn’t her daemati power. Y/n had worked tirelessly on her mental shield.

Y/n slowly turned to lock eyes with Feyre and was met with a knowing but weary gaze. “So… Eris, huh?”

“Ugh, Feyre!” Y/n groaned and threw her pillow at her head. Easily grabbing the pillow, Feyre and Y/n burst out into laughter. They hadn’t laughed like this together in so long. They had been so close until Feyre came to Prythian, and Y/n hadn’t noticed how much she had been missing her sister.

When their breathing slowed and they could once again keep a straight face, Y/n looked back to her sister. “I don’t know. I feel this pull to him, but I also know how much everyone hates him. I mean her tried to take you from us on that damned lake, he apparently has hurt Mor, and I don’t even know what to think about what happened to poor Lucien. And at the same time, I think I see him in a way that not even he can. He is the embodiment of fire, Fey. How could I not be drawn to him like a moth to a flame? I think… I think he might be a good male deep down. But I’m so confused.” Y/n sighed and put her head in her hands again.

Feyre rubbed her sister’s back in an attempt to soothe her. It makes sense, she thinks, for her sister to be intrigued by Eris. But she was in the same boat with their family’s animosity toward the male, it would be difficult to work around centuries of hurt, even if they were misunderstandings. “We’ll figure it out. It’ll be okay, I promise.”

When Y/n woke the next morning, it was close to noon and Feyre was gone. Likely off performing her duties as High Lady to get ready for the High Lords meeting, they were planning. As she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, she noticed a quill and parchment sat out on her desk across the room. Having learned how to read and write not long ago, she thought it might be a sign to practice. She had already missed her usual lesson with Rhys or Amren, so this would have to do.

She wrapped the plush green robe tighter around her shivering frame and sat in the large desk chair with her knees to her chest, her head resting atop them. The desk was a beautiful cherry oak wood, stained to deepen the natural red tint of the wood. The complexity of the color and the grain of the wood had Y/n’s mind wandering to a certain male who was just as complex and had hair a similar shade of red. Thinking of the way his hand felt on her waist as they danced, how warm he was, and the moment of vulnerability he showed during the meeting. She felt her heart crack slightly as she recounted the look on his face and the way his voice broke imperceptibly when he said, “not all of us were as lucky in our friends and family as you, Rhysand.”

The memories had her picking up the quill, dipping it into some ink, and pressing to the page.

She folded the parchment into a triangle shape that could be carried by the wind, and with all her power, willed the wind to carry it to the Autumn Court. Hoping and praying to whatever gods may listen, that no one else finds it.

Eris’ POV

The minute he arrived back in the Autumn Court, Eris was so exhausted that he could have wept when he saw his horse standing there waiting for him. The chestnut stallion was a clear mirror of himself. Tall, deceivingly strong with his lean frame, and a coat the color red that could only be found in his home court. A striking white blaze ran down his long face onto his soft muzzle. As Eris approached him, Ignatius lifted his head in greeting and let out a low nicker. Eris approached him with tired eyes and a small, fond smile. “Hello, friend. Let’s go home, shall we?” Stroking his neck in a few long, slow movements, Eris mounted his steed and they started on their way back to the Forest House.

When they made it back to the stable, Eris took Ignatius’ saddle and bridle off, put him in his stall and made sure he had extra gain for the night. Giving his friend a final brushing, Eris bid him goodnight- although it was likely closer to morning by now.

As soon as his head hit the pillow, sleep embraced him in a tight hold and dragged him to a land of dreams. Dreams of Y/n and her shining y/h/c hair, her soft but calloused hands in his, and her stunning y/e/c eyes staring straight into his soul. He could stay in this dream forever he thinks. Hearing her soft voice say far too kind things to him.

Eris finally awoke when a maid opened his door and startled him from sleep. She squealed and jumped when Eris shot up from his bed, and profusely apologized as she scurries away, closing the door behind her. He rubbed his eyes and rolled out of bed, making his way over to his balcony where the first maid must have come in and set out his tea for the morning. The pot was cold by now, but that was no issue for a fire wielder. Quickly, his tea was hot once again as he sat and looked out upon the grounds of his house. House, not home. As he sat and breathed in the early afternoon air, something caught his attention. It looked like a piece of parchment floating on the breeze. It couldn’t be- but it kept getting closer to him and suddenly in was within his reach. He snatched the paper from the sky and looked at it with wide eyes. He could smell her. Y/n’s scent of cashmere and cinnamon, all things warm and comforting. He closed his eyes for a long moment, just breathing her in. when he regained his composure, he sat down and unfolded the letter.

Dear Eris,

I am fine, in case you were wondering. Truthfully… I’ve been wondering about you. Maybe that isn’t appropriate to say, but I’ve already written it and I simply can’t waste good parchment to not say what I mean and what I feel. I’m confused and I want to talk to you. I don’t believe there is ever only one side to a story and I’d very much like to hear yours.

Y/n

Eris choked out a laugh and had to cover his mouth with a hand to keep himself from breaking out into a fit. He knew she was bold, but this was something he could not have anticipated. She was thinking about him. Eris shook his head to clear his thoughts and rushed back inside to his large mahogany desk. The drawers painted the shade of green of the forest after a heavy rain. After he thought through what he wanted to say, he put ink to paper and wrote out his response. He hoped he didn’t seem desperate by responding with such haste, but he too was wondering about her and wanted to know her. So, he held the letter in the palm of his hand and set it alight.

Y/n’s POV

Despite the late start to her day, she tried to regain some sense of control by tracking down Cassian for a training session, eating lunch and doing some studying that Amren assigned her in the library. By the time she got back to her room, the sun was setting, and she asked the house to bring her dinner to her room.

With her eyes half closed from exhaustion, she plopped down on her couch in front of the already lit fire. When she peeled her eyes open, she noticed a small, folded paper sitting in front of the hearth. She felt her heart jump to her throat as she scrambled to reach for it on the ground. Holding her breath, she unfolded the paper delicately. As if it might turn to ash in her hands.

Dearest Y/n,

I am glad to know you are alright. I was… worried. About you. I am also happy to see your boldness knows no bounds. You fascinate me and I find myself wanting to know you. But it seems you have questions for me too, so let us make a deal. A question for a question. What do you say, little dove?

I eagerly await your response,

Eris

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Highschool Sweethearts - Carlos Sainz Jr.

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Carlos Sainz jr x Catalan Speaking!Reader

Warnings, miscommunication (light? It isn't too frustrating)(I think)

You had lived in Barcelona your whole life, all of Primary school and the beginning of secondary school, before your parents one day, out of nowhere, got up and moved to Madrid. You weren't happy, of course. You'd had plans with your friends for University and your future; all centered in Barcelona. Not Madrid. But you still went along. Madrid was very different. They spoke differently, you were further from the beach, and much further from your friends. You decided there was nothing good about Madrid. Nothing except the cute boy named Carlos, of course, who was one of the only welcoming people in your classes. He defended your accent, letting you speak Catalan to him, making himself learn, not you change, he showed you around the city, showing you where the good restaurants were, and how to get to the good sights. He was your only real friend here.

Every weekend, Carlos was at the track. He had invited you many times, with hope in his pretty large brown eyes, but you never managed. You were still getting settled in, unpacking with your family, meeting new people. But one day, months after he had begun asking, you caved. A cold winter morning you arrived at the track in a large red jacket with a hot chocolate for you, and the coffee that you had seen Carlos order at least 10 times for him in each of your hands. Waiting where Carlos had instructed you, you looked around the track. There were many other highschoolers there, working with pit crews and engineers on their cars. You knew you were very out of your depth, even without your accent anyone could tell you didn't belong. You were tempted to just head home and tell Carlos you were sick before a booming voice called out your name.

"Y/N! It's good to see you!"

Whipping around, you saw Carlos Sainz Sr. walking quickly towards you, a bright smile on his face despite the weather. Carlos had told you many stories about his dad but you were yet to meet him, and all of a sudden, you were meeting him at a track.

"OH! Mr. Sainz, It's nice to meet you too," you say, fumbling with the drinks to try and shake his hand.

He simply laughs you off, before patting you back and leading you too his son's garage. "No, no, don't worry, you're family now. My son's boyfriend doesn't need to worry about shaking my hand of course"

His statement shocks you silent as he continues talking about the race that was being held that day, your thoughts race faster than the cars you pass and before you know it you're standing in front of your apparent boyfriend (not like you were complaining), Carlos.

You stood frozen in front of him while he stared at you oddly, before taking the coffee,

"-Y/N? Y/N are you ok?"

"Um, yeah, sure. Carlos, I have a question though."

"Sure! Is it about the track? I love the Madrid track, it is very nice to race on I think and-"

"No, no, I just wanted to ask why your dad called me your boyfriend? Since when are we dating?"

Carlos fell silent for a second, looking a but hurt and confused, before asking "What do you mean? We have been dating for almost a month now? We have been on multiple dates, no?"

"I mean, I think that would be lovely, you are very kind, and funny, and hot, but when were we on dates? And it isn't like we've kissed or anything? And we definitely didn't talk about it. I would re remember that."

"When I took you to the cafes, and the restaurants, and we went on a hike together and swimming in a lake? Are those not dates? And I didn't want to rush you into anything, so I was waiting for you to kiss me, and it hasn't been so long that it would be strange, and maybe we didn't talk about it, but I guess I thought we both just knew, I'm sorry, I should have talked to you about it."

"You say you were waiting for me to kiss you?"

"Yes, why?"

Taking the chance, yougrab his coffee and put it down with you hot cocoa on the closest table before pulling him into a kiss. What you's secretly been hoping for for all these months finally coming true, even if it took a bit of miscommunication. Pulling away, you look lovingly into his deep brown eyes,

"Next time, just tell me when we get engaged, yeah?"

And, lost in your eyes, Carlos breathed out a little, yes.

Needless to say, he also came home with a first place trophy that weekend and some hickeys

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🙏🙏🙏 i would do anything for a trans guy sebastian x trans guy reader fic if that is something you'd be interested in writing. they are impossible to find 🫶 either smut or fluff would be awesome

YAYYY MORE TRANSMASC REQUESTS!!!! ftm!reader fics are SOOO hard to find i feel you anon </3 i would LOVE to write this!!!

ftm!sebastian x ftm!reader - ice skating (sfw, fluff)

warnings/tws: reader has pretty bad dysphoria, aside from that nothing <3

word count: 1,326 (whoops)

to put it bluntly, wintertime was boring on the farm. 

there were no crops to tend to and all your animals stayed in their barns and coops. with this being your first year in the valley, you didn’t really know anybody well enough to hang out just yet. and to top it all off on this lonely, cold, boring day, you couldn’t help the raging dysphoria you were feeling as you dragged yourself out of bed. 

once you moved to the valley, the days that dysphoria gripped you lessened. this meant, however, that when you had bad dysphoria days, they were bad dysphoria days, and unfortunately today was one of those days. 

as you dressed yourself, you felt like no matter how many layers of clothes you put on, you always looked feminine somehow. after you settled on some baggier clothes, you decided to just take a stroll around the valley to try and forget what you were currently dealing with. you knew that if you didn’t leave the house today, you wouldn’t be leaving your bed for days on end. 

the crisp, cool air of the valley hit you as you stepped outside. “whoever invented gloves, scarves, and winter hats needs some good head,” you muttered to yourself as you closed your door. 

it was quiet in pelican town, you observed. not surprising, as it was cold out. you enjoyed the comforting silence as you ventured towards the mountain lake. the snow crunched beneath your feet as you trudged up the hill, and you found yourself entranced with the way the snow glistened around you. you only stopped looking at the ground when you noticed another pair of feet in front of yours. you looked up to see sebastian standing there. 

“oh, sorry,” you muttered, cringing at how high your voice sounded. “didn’t see you there.” 

“it’s alright, i was coming over to check on you,” he said. “you’ve kind of just been standing there for a few minutes.” 

you blushed. “oh... uh. sorry? i was just admiring the snow. i know it’s dumb.” 

he shook his head. “it’s not dumb. i take these views for granted. plus,” he smiled, “sometimes it’s the simple things that can make a day better.” 

you furrowed your eyebrows. “how’d you know i wasn’t having a great day...?” 

“well, for starters, you don’t usually walk around with your head down,” he explained. “you usually walk with confidence, if that makes any sense.” 

you nodded. “well, i won’t bother you any longer. i was just taking a stroll while it’s still quiet out.” 

“you aren’t bothering me at all. i was actually going to stop by today to ask you something.” 

you tilted your head. “oh?” 

he scratched his neck sheepishly. “...give me a second.”  

he turned around and ran inside, leaving you standing there awkwardly. while you waited, you admired the frozen lake and how beautiful the scenery was. you heard the front door open shortly after, and you saw sebastian walking towards you with something behind his back, his face slightly flushed. “i imagined this as being more romantic, so i apologize,” he started. “would you like to go on a date with me?” he offered you the flowers he was holding behind his back. 

your face broke out into a grin. “seb, i would love to. where exactly are we going to go, though? there’s not much to do here.” 

he smiled as you took the flowers. “i was thinking we could go ice skating, if you’re down for that.” 

you nodded. “where am i gonna get ice skates from, though?” 

“well,” he started, “abigail has some that she ordered a long time ago that she has literally never touched. would you wanna try those on? i already asked her if that was okay, so don’t worry about that.” 

you smiled. “i’d love to.” 

----------------- 

after you and seb got the ice skates from abigail, you walked back to the mountain, hand in hand. you couldn’t help but notice how perfectly his hand felt in yours. once you got to the lake, you stopped him. “can i tell you something?” 

he nodded. 

“i’ve never ice skated before...”  

“that’s okay, i’ll guide you,” he smiled. “just trust me.” 

you two got onto the ice after putting the skates on, him holding on to your waist as you tried to stabilize yourself. any time you wobbled, his grip tightened. “i’ve got you,” he said. 

“you know, holding onto my waist like that is making me more prone to falling, seb,” you blushed. “you’re making me nervous.” 

“and what if i told you that was the plan? that i want you to fall for me, both literally and figuratively?”  

you covered your face as you grinned. “shut up, oh my god.”  

the two of you continued to flirt and skate until the sun began to set. he helped you take your skates off and put your shoes back on and then proceeded to walk you home. 

once you got home, it started snowing heavily outside. you brought sebastian in and insisted that he stay the night, because it was literally impossible to see outside. he agreed and called his mom to let her know that he was safe. once he was done talking to her, he approached you as you cooked dinner. 

“hey, um, would it be alright if i go to bed right after i eat? i just realized how tired i am from skating,” he grinned sleepily. you nodded, handing him a bowl of pumpkin soup. his grin only widened seeing the dish you made. “how’d you know this was my favorite?” 

you blushed. “oh, i just assumed you liked it. you’ve mentioned it before at the saloon... i totally wasn’t eavesdropping on you and sam’s conversation.” 

he chuckled. “hey, i’m gonna take my binder off before i eat. i’ll be right back.” 

you had no idea that he was trans, and you had honestly forgotten you were wearing a binder. it suddenly felt too restricting, which was a signal to you that you needed to take it off soon. 

seb came back into the kitchen wearing a baggy hoodie – one of yours – and smiled at you. “thank you for making me dinner. i really appreciate this.” 

you nodded at him. “i also need to go take my binder off, i’ll come eat with you when i’m done.”you darted off to your room, dreading taking the binder off. you didn’t want today to get ruined because of dysphoria, but oh well. as you took it off, you felt that weight fall back onto your shoulders, all your emotions hitting you at once. you crumpled to the ground, holding your chest to your legs. 

you heard a knock on the bedroom door. “are you okay...?” sebastian asked. 

“i’m fine,” you choked out, knowing that he wasn’t buying it. 

“you don’t look trans,” he said, catching you off guard. “i thought you were cis.” 

it took you a second to gather yourself, but once you did you responded to him. “i could say the same for you. i had no clue you were trans. you pass so well.” 

“i know that you don’t see it, but you do look masculine. you sound masculine. you aren’t just playing dress up, you’re a man.” 

his words brought tears to your eyes, and you chuckled as you began to put a baggy sweater on. “you don’t have to lie.” you opened the door to a concerned sebastian. “i’m not lying,” he said. “i know that you’re a man.” 

he brought you in for a hug, rubbing your back. “let’s eat dinner and go to bed, yeah? i know how dysphoria can be.” you nodded into his shirt, thankful for him being here. the two of you ate rather quickly, washing up and headed to the bedroom. you settled into bed together, and you finally felt comfortable enough to not only sleep, but rest.

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

My rewrite of TWDG season 2:

Episode 1

Mostly the same, except Christa doesn’t go missing. She and Clementine are still together and Christa is the one who gets bitten by the dog. So instead of Clem having to tend to her own arm, Clem has to tend to Christa. Other than that, the story is mostly the same.

Episode 2

Again, mostly the same. However, the rivalry is no longer Kenny vs. Luke, it’s now Kenny vs. Christa. This is a direct continuation of their dynamic in season 1 since Kenny and Christa would often butt heads. However, it’s much worse this time since it’s two incredibly traumatized people taking their anger out on each other.

Episode ends the same way, with everyone being captured by Carver’s people.

Episode 3

This is where the storyline takes a massive deviation. We learn that part of the reason why Luke’s group fled Carver is that a war is about to break out in the area. Apparently, Carver got on the wrong side of a man named Arvo, the leader of a Russian survivor camp. Carver knows his people would lose a war with Arvo’s people, but is too stubborn to grovel for peace.

So, this episode is mostly about the group’s attempt to escape before Arvo makes his move. Unfortunately, in another deviation from the original storyline, the escape plan fails. Alvin, if he survived the previous episode, is killed as a result of the failed escape.

As punishment, Carver decides to kill one of the main characters. He forces Clem to make a choice between Nick (if he survived episode 2), Carlos, and Sarita.

If Nick is chosen, Luke will hate Clem. If Carlos is chosen, Sarah will hate Clem. If Sarita is chosen, Kenny will hate Clem.

Regardless of who dies, Carver tells the group to prepare for war.

(Also, the walker herd from the original storyline is still present. The storyline reason is that the walkers are being used by Arvo’s people to attack Carver’s camp, similar to how the Wolves in the Walking Dead TV show used walkers)

Episode 4

Arvo’s people makes their move. This episode is mostly focused on the war between Carver’s camp and Arvo’s camp. Knowing that Carver’s people can’t win the war, Kenny and Christa come up with a new escape plan. This time, they’ll use the chaos of Arvo’s next attack to sneak out of the area.

Before the group can make their escape, Rebecca gives birth. Carver takes baby AJ and says something along the lines of raising his son to take over as the group’s new leader.

We then get a new mission in which Clem sneaks into Carver’s office to get AJ. Unfortunately, while trying to sneak back to the group, Carver catches her. But that’s when Kenny and Christa arrive, leading to a brutal fight scene that ends with Kenny shooting Carver in the legs. You’re then given the choice of watching Kenny beat Carver to death or leaving the area.

Even after Carver dies, Arvo’s people launches another attack. This time, the group manages to successfully get away. Unfortunately, Nick, Carlos, and Sarita all perish during the escape (so whoever you didn’t choose to die in the previous episode ends up dying anyways, per Telltale tradition).

Rebecca also dies. But before she dies, she makes Clementine promise to her that she’ll take care of AJ.

The episode ends on a massive cliffhanger. Even though Arvo destroys Carver’s camp, he sets his sights on Clem’s group, vowing to wipe out everyone who was associated with the man.

Episode 5

The first half of the episode is focused on the group trying to get away from Arvo’s army. During the exodus, the group tries to cross a frozen lake. Clem falls through but Sarah saves her. Unfortunately, Sarah is dragged down by a walker and drowns. Bonnie could also die in this sequence.

After Sarah’s death, despite the group’s efforts, they are eventually cornered by Arvo’s army. A shootout occurs, leading to a walker herd arriving and attacking both sides. Clem is shot in the shoulder by Arvo and passes out.

When Clementine wakes up, she sees that she’s in a truck with Kenny, Christa, Jane, and Luke. Luke explains that Bonnie (if she’s still alive) and Mike went missing after the attack by Arvo’s people. When Clem asks if they’re still being chased by Arvo’s camp, Jane says that most of them were wiped out by the walker herd.

Kenny and Christa are arguing, leading to the car crashing. Everyone is separated in the blizzard. Eventually, Clementine finds Kenny and Christa. When Kenny asks what happened to AJ, the three of them assume the worst. Kenny thinks Christa killed AJ, while Christa thinks Kenny killed AJ. The two fight, which ends in either Christa being killed by Kenny or Clem killing Kenny. Or both could die if you let Kenny kill Christa, and then choose to shot Kenny afterwards.

Regardless of what happens, Clementine learns that AJ was actually with Luke and Jane the whole time. So the sad reality of this situation is that had Kenny and Christa not immediately jumped to conclusions, they would’ve learned that AJ was safe and sound. At this point, Jane says she’s going off on her own since she feels she’s gotten too attached to the group. As Clementine, you take AJ and decide to:

1) Go off on your own

2) Stay with Luke

3) Stay with Jane

4) Stay with Kenny (if he survived)

5) Stay with Christa (if she survived)

[tales-of-bangtan-the-bard]

Park Seonghwa’s Home for Displaced Downworlders

An Ateez TMI!AU

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Character intros, Part 2:

Park Seonghwa: a Warlock older than even the formidable Kim Hongjoong. Seonghwa first met Hongjoong not long after he had first turned, and helped him through the transition. The two became fast friends, having to fight side by side for their survival as Downworlders were readily hunted in that time. As the world grew calmer, Hongjoong helped him set up what is now known as the Home for Displaced Downworlders; a refuge where any person, no matter their lineage or their circumstance, could find shelter and safety. They were as thick as thieves, best friends seemingly as close as Parabatai, until a single argument destroyed everything, creating a seemingly unbreakable rift.

Kang Yeosang: A member of the Seelie Court, Yeosang was found by Seonghwa embedded in the ice of a frozen lake. When he was finally freed, he retained no memory of who he was and how he’d got there, and so became a resident of Seonghwa’s Home. Feeling little connection to the Fae World, he decided to stay with Seonghwa, helping him care for Downworlders who, like him, had nowhere else to go.

Choi Jongho: a werewolf cub found by one of Seonghwa’s scouts who’s pack was nowhere to be found. Like Yeosang, Jongho elected to stay with Seonghwa instead of searching for a new pack to take him in. Of all the residents in the Home, he is particularly fond of Yeosang, as he is the only one who, quote, “isn’t a walking headache”.

Choi San: a Shadowhunter, and one of the most promising young Nephilim in his generation. San has been taught his entire life that, despite what the Accords say, Downworlders are corrupted by nature as a result of their demonic lineage. He has been told stories upon stories of the devastation they have rained down upon mankind and his Shadowhunter kin. And yet, when he comes across a young vampire whilst out on a simple scouting mission, he cannot help but question these teachings. Surely this terrified (and very beautiful) boy is as deserving of help as much as anyone else?

Minor Characters of note:

Stray Kids and Itzy will appear as a local Werewolf pack with ties to Seonghwa

The Xikers boys will be mentioned as some of the surviving members of Hongjoong’s clan.

The Dreamcatcher members will make appearances as fellow Warlocks and Faeries

Other suggestions welcome I love a cameo moment hehe

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Oop there we have it folks, those are our character synopses. What do we think? Are we excited?

As always your thoughts and opinions are always appreciated and follow the title tag to keep updated<3

[witchlingcirce]

I’m so bored rn so I want to overanalyse Cassandra Clare’s recent post about her in Sweden and what that could mean for TWP!!!.

And two quick side notes before we begin: I don’t know a lot about Sweden, so if anyone wants to add onto too any of my points please do!! Or correct me, all is welcome <3!! ALSO, I’m sure 99% of these photos are just nice pictures from her holiday trip :), I am just bored and deciding to look far too into it!!

FIRST OFF IS THIS LAKE, now this one kind of confirmed to have something to do with kit & Ty:

Okay so obviously Kit & Ty need to get past this river, so this leads me to wonder why: either A: there running from someone/something, B: there’s an objective at the end of the lake.

The phrasing of “Could Ty & Kit cross that river” leads me believe that they will probably spend a bit of time figuring out how 👀, my theory is that Kit may use his magic and find a way to have them both cross the river, OR maybe Ty will make something for them to cross the river???

Now onto the bit I feel like I DONT SEE PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT is the “will they survive”. Now maybe there being chased down by something and maybe the thing being chased down Knicks one of them, and they don’t realise until there over lake 👀 or maybe something malfunctions while there going over the lake???

I stated before that maybe Kit uses his powers, and maybe by doing so, he hurts himself… OR HE HURTS TY (the angst…)

Another possibility, which I’m 100% pulling out my ass rn that relies on whatever season Sweden is in during TWP but maybeee the lake is frozen over and while walking on it, one of them falls in and the other has to save them (this trope always remind me of little woman).

I don’t really have any particular theories about said Cabin, but I do believe that it will be in TWP- so I decided to include it!!!

I feel like the cabin will definitely have some veryyyy romantic moments idk, I mean… a blackthorn loves a good cabin *cough* mark *cough* Julian *cough*

I have a feeling we will see some fun tropes play out in said cabin, one I’ve seen before is the “one bed trope” which I love, and can see happening !! I can imagine maybe some personal moments between the two, talking about certain things ie: what’s happened over the last three years (again this depends on when this takes place during the story)

I also have a feeling that the cabin may be near the lake, so I feel like this kind of relates to my above points!!!

Now… THIS!! I don’t actually know what kind of building this is, so I will not comment on that or anything as such… but the architecture is SO COOL

I feel like this would probably be a destination where they meet someone. Maybe a warlock and or Faerie. The sticks around the structure itself kind of gives me fae vibes, so maybe mother Hawthorne??? Or a new character haven’t seen… but it’s soooo cool and the fog makes it ohhh soooo mysterious

And on a final, and more happy note…. What if Kit & Ty go on a waterfall date :,()

[fixfoxnox]

Ice Skating is Romantic (NikPrice) (Day 3 of COD-mas)

Description: Nikolai finds out that his husband doesn't know how to skate. He takes it upon himself to fix that.

Warnings: Mentions of death

“You don’t know how to skate?” Nikolai sounded shocked and more than a little bothered by the confession that Price had just made while leaning against his chest. Price hadn’t known that he was making a confession, or that the casual words he’d spoken would cause Nik to react so violently, but it was certainly too late to take them back now. 

Price gave an unbothered shrug and continued glaring over the reports in front of him. His boys had certainly caused a bit of a mess on their last mission and he was the one stuck writing everything up. He was going to have to make sure to never make the mistake of putting Gaz, Roach, and Soap on a team together. It was far too destructive apparently. “Never learned, not many opportunities around being shipped out to fuck all by the military.” 

Nikolai gave a few shocked sounds for a moment, stumbling over his words as he tried to find something to say. Price couldn’t understand why Nikolai was so bothered. His husband had never said anything about skating before and it wasn’t that big of a deal that they wouldn’t be able to go skating for their weekly date like Nikolai suggested. 

“Have I never asked you to go skating before?” Nik sounded horrified by himself, his accent growing stronger with his clear upset at himself. Price caught a few words in Russian mumbled under the other’s breath, though they were far too quick for him to figure out what they meant, even with his years of learning the language and deciphering Nikolai’s little phrases. 

He shook his head, “I think it came up as a possibility once while we were in Russia. We were on a mission though, and you know how conversations on a mission go.” He shook his head again and clicked his pen rapidly, trying not to grow anxious at the line of dialogue. “What’s the issue with me not knowing how to skate?” He nudged at Nik’s arm before playfully adding, “Don’t tell me this is divorce worthy?” It was a quick joke, one meant to diffuse his own nerves. 

Nik cracked a slight smile at that and turned to gaze down at Price properly, “John, how long will it take you to realize that there isn’t a thing in this world that would make me want to divorce you? You’re stuck with me remember?” The words pulled a bit of a laugh from Price’s chest, reminding him pleasantly of the early moments of their relationship when Nikolai had sworn the same thing, albeit with a less romantic meaning behind it. 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Price snuggled closer to Nik, pressing a short kiss to his clothed shoulder. He thought perhaps that might have ended the discussion of ice skating, but it seemed that he couldn’t be so lucky. 

Nik tugged him closer to his chest, tucking him just under his chin. There were a quiet few moments before he spoke again, “I will have to teach you to skate.” Price gave a short groan at the words, but Nik seemed unbothered by his unwillingness. “You’ll like it, I promise.”

“Will I?” Price gave a short grumble, abandoning his reports in favor of pressing his face into Nik’s chest, “Because I adore falling and busting my ass over and over in front of my husband.”

He couldn’t see Nik’s face, but he could feel as the man’s body shook with amused laughter.

“What if I fall and cut my leg open with the blade,” Price’s voice shook with worry as he spoke, his eyes trailing down to look at the ice skates that Nik was lacing up tight for him. He thought it would be better to call the things on his feet knife shoes rather than anything, he’d nearly cut himself on the blade at the bottom just while walking to find a place to put them on. 

He wouldn’t admit that he was anxious about the entire thing. He didn’t even know why he was anxious. All that he knew was that the entire drive to the little frozen lake where they’d be skating, all he could do was bounce his knee and pray that the ice wasn’t thick enough for them to skate on. It was and he was forced to put on the pair of pristine white skates that Nik had gifted to him. 

Nikolai gave a small chuckle at the words. “You doubt yourself, John. And worry yourself.” He leaned forward, bullying his way between Price’s legs to place a short kiss on his lips. “I promise that you will enjoy this,” he spoke with such softness that Price could only nod along and agree with him, even if he didn’t particularly think it was true. 

The two held there for a short moment, just holding the other's hand and taking comfort in their shared warmth. Nik was the first to move, rising to his feet and easily hoisting Price up to join him, a joyous grin on his face. He didn’t let go of Price’s hands as he led them over to where the ice of the lake began. Price couldn’t help but wonder if Nik just wanted to hold his hand or if the man was doing it simply so that Price wouldn’t try to take off. 

“I’m going to twist an ankle,” Price’s voice broke a bit as they stepped toward the ice, “or break a hip. Do you know how much shit the team is going to give me if I break a hip?” 

Nikolai only chuckled at the concerned tone of his husband, showing no signs of hesitation as he easily stepped onto the ice. He was surprisingly graceful with the movement, stepping onto the frozen lake before spinning in place to face Price and join both of their hands together instead of just the one. “Come now, Captain, have a bit of fun.” 

Nik gave a beaming smile before pushing himself back further onto the lake and tugging Price with him. The result was a distracted Price who was so busy admiring his husband that the sudden movement sent him stumbling forward on the ice. 

He could feel his feet slip out from under him even as he tried to catch himself. A flash of panic ran through him and he gave a frightened yelp as he was sent sprawling forward, doomed to hit the ice. Except he didn’t. 

Instead, he found himself saved by his husband’s arms. 

Nik had caught him just before he could go all the way down and hauled him against his chest, allowing Price to use him to catch his balance. Price felt out of breath from the near fall and he looked up to Nik, ready to spill apologies and pleas to just leave from his lips. Those died on his tongue as he met the adoring gaze of his husband. 

“Thank you,” he managed, his voice shaking just a bit. Nik didn’t say anything for a moment, he just continued smiling at Price and gazing at him with those adoring eyes as he helped him right himself on the ice. 

The moment was quiet between them, Nikolai helping Price to balance and Price doing his damnest not to melt a hole in the ice from both embarrassment and the heat he felt for his husband. He couldn’t help it, he loved it when Nikolai got like this. 

It made it harder to focus on the task at hand, something that was both a blessing and a curse. It meant that Price was no longer so focused on the skating aspect. No longer so worried about falling and breaking something or dying a horrible embarrassing death at the hands of an ice skate. It did, however, mean that he was really struggling to pay attention to Nikolai’s directions. Nik seemed to recognize as much. 

“Focus, John.” Nik gave him a soft smile and started to skate backward a bit, pulling Price with him by his hands. Price nearly fell again, but managed to find his footing before his husband was forced to save him. He had to force himself to pay attention to the movement of his feet rather than Nikolai skating right in front of him, looking so charming in his winter wear and being so charming while guiding him over the ice. 

“Sorry, Kolen’ka,” he muttered under his breath, his mind trying to focus on the task at hand. Despite that, his mind wasn’t so focused that he didn’t notice the quick twitch of Nik’s hands at the use of the diminutive. He laughed internally at that, knowing that the name that had just slipped off of his lips had likely driven his husband wild. Even if it was for only a moment. 

There were several long moments of the two just skating around the little lake like that. Price had a death grip on his husband’s hands, frightened of falling again and Nikolai just let him hold on and get used to the feeling of gliding around on the ice. It was terrifying to Price but exhilarating all the same. The movement was so fluid and everywhere they went they left little tracks behind them, lines in the ice that showed their paths. 

There was something else about it. The trust involved, Price was sure. He trusted that Nik knew what he was doing, that his husband wouldn’t let him fall and wouldn’t let him skate over a part of the lake where the ice was too thin. Too dangerous. He trusted Nikolai to ensure his safety, to make sure that he didn’t have to worry. That, in itself, was more romantic than he’d expected. 

“Ready to try on your own?” 

Price gave a nervous laugh and gripped tighter to Nikolai’s arms, “Do you really think that's necessary?” He pulled himself closer to the other man, as though afraid that he might be left on his own if he didn’t. “I’m enjoying myself just fine like this.”

“It’s more enjoyable to do it on your own,” Nik’s voice was laced with amusement and he managed to give Price a grin even as Price tugged him closer, intent on not giving Nikolai even a chance to release him. 

“I disagree.” Price glanced up to give him a smile of his own when he suddenly found his supports taken out from under him. Nikolai had pulled away from him in a flash, leaving him practically shaking like a leaf on the ice. All on his own. “Nik,” he gave a warning call, panic flooding him. 

“Calm down, dusha moya.” Nik wasn’t too far, only about five feet in front of him. He had his hands placed on his hips and a shit-eating grin etched across his face. “Don’t panic, just do what we’ve been doing and come to me.” 

“I’ve been doing everything with you,” Price complained. He looked down at his shaky feet and, for a moment, he felt dizzy. 

“Look at me,” Nik’s voice cut through his panic. Price didn’t even think before taking his eyes off the ground and looking up to meet Nik’s eyes. “Trust me. Just come to me.” A short moment passed before Nik gave him an encouraging nod.

Price held still for a few moments, trying not to seem as annoyed as he felt at his husband. He reminded himself that it was only a few feet and that he would be more than able to give his husband a good smack for leaving him on his own the second that he crossed that distance. 

He said nothing, instead, he clenched his jaw and began to move his feet like he’d been doing while holding on to Nik. It was odd and he clearly didn’t have the movement down yet as it took him a long moment to even get himself started, but he was able to get started. He found himself inching forward across the ice. Little by little, the distance between him and Nik closed. 

When he finally found himself face to face with his husband, all thoughts of hitting him were gone from his mind. Now, he only took a shaky breath before tugging the other man down for a harsh kiss. The warmth in his chest and the feeling of success rushing through him had left him feeling airy and all too light on his feet. The kiss managed to ground him. 

It was a press of cold lips and warm breath, perfect pressure, and adoring attention. Hands finding one another, neither of them could be bothered to do anything other than wrap the other in their arms and hold close, warming each other from the cold. 

“Never make me do that again,” Price muttered the words against Nikolai’s lips, pulling a short laugh from the other man. 

“Whatever the Captain orders,” Nik responded playfully, tugging Price with him across the ice even as he pressed their lips back together. Whatever fear that Price felt at the move melted away with the kiss, leaving him feeling light on his feet and filled with such adoration that even he had to begrudgingly admit that his husband had been right. 

Ice skating was quite romantic. 

[kzrosa-writes]

3RD DAY OF ADVENT — DANCING IN THE SNOW

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The rising sun peered over the horizon, the shining light attempting to tower over the steep, snowy peaks of Snezhnaya. The mountains stood tall and proud from a distance, the pristine-white blankets of snow coating the crests of the mountains and the land surrounding it. Reddish-orange rays of sunlight swirled in the sky with the indigo of the night. Jagged ice shards and crystal-like icicles glistened from the sun’s light as they hung from the frosted trees. Days like these were what Childe considered perfect for playing in the snow. 

The two of you were walking along a snowy trail along the outskirts of Childe’s village, going deeper into the heart of Snezhnaya. It was one of his favourite things to do with you. Enjoying the beauty of nature alongside the pinnacle of human beauty, how can he ever resist such a thing? Sharing this walk with you also allowed him to sort out his thoughts and relax after a long mission from the Fatui. As long as he was beside you, he would slowly feel at peace.

With each step the two of you took along the path, the sound of snow crunching beneath your feet would echo into the wilderness. There was something so mesmerising about Snezhnaya that would always lure you back in. Chilling but beautiful, mysterious but breathtaking, it was almost as if you could find paradise here in this harsh, desolate winter wonderland. And with the love of your life by your side, it made everything feel complete.

The two of you decided to rest by a frozen lake, where you saw the morning haze stretching across the distant vista. Heaps of fluffy ivory snow covered the lands wherever you looked, the gentle yet brisk breeze caressing your skin. Childe stood behind you, wrapping his arms firmly around your shoulders. He let out a contented sigh before placing a soft kiss on your neck.

“There’s something about today that feels… different. Don’t you think so too, my love?” Childe asked as he nuzzled his face into your neck, messing up your scarf.

You smiled softly before shrugging with nonchalance, basking in his warmth. “I suppose it does feel a bit different… The land feels more enchanting today.”

Childe chuckled lightly before pulling away, turning you around to help you fix your scarf. His touch was warm and gentle, a familiar sensation that only he brought to you. He caressed your hair before pulling you into his arms. In that moment, it was just you and him, alone in the refuge of nature, wallowing in the splendour and glory of the frost. Nothing else mattered in that moment, only you and him. 

As the sun continued to slowly rise into the sky, you and Childe laid on the snowy ground, holding each other closely. It was something the both of you loved to do dearly, especially after being away from each other for so long. Knowing that he’s back from his missions safe and unharmed… it was the best way to spend time with him. 

“Darling… the sky is beautiful, isn’t it? Just like you.”

His sudden words caught you off guard. You turned your head to face him, your body snugly pressed together. You gently squeezed his hips, a playful grin on your lips. “It is pretty. I could stay here forever watching the sunrise with you.”

Childe chuckled softly before pulling you closer, holding you firmly in his arms. “Or maybe… We could appreciate the sunrise in a different way.”

You tilted your head to the side, curious about what he was suggesting. Seeing your confusion caused him to chuckle before giving you a quick peck on the lips. 

“Will you dance with me in the splendour of the sunrise, my darling?”

Your eyes widened slightly at his proposal. You rubbed the back of your neck before smiling awkwardly. “Ajax… You know I can’t dance.”

“Then let me teach you.” He got up from the ground before gently pulling you up with him, an insouciant grin on his face. 

You sighed in resignation before holding onto his hand as he spun you around. There was something so charming about him that you couldn’t find it in yourself to say no to him. 

Childe placed a hand firmly on your shoulder as his other hand found its place on your side. With a small nod from you, he began to slowly move, careful not to step on you. Despite your struggles, you did your best to keep up with him. The gentle, frosty breeze of morning swept against your skin, a sweet caress as Childe spun you around. With each step the two of you took, you felt as if your worries and troubles had dissipated. Being in the presence of your lover in this majestic winter utopia was all you could ever want in life.

Soon enough, you found yourself dancing without his guidance, holding him closely as the sound of your footsteps and the crunching of snow resonated. Despite the desolation and harshness of the cold, you felt a flicker of warmth in your heart, twinkling and shining brightly. The cold meant nothing to you when Childe was around, for he was the only warmth and light you needed.

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[ks-caster]

Stranger Things Theory: The Creatures aren't Attracted to Blood. They were Created to Collect and Bring Back Water.

My evidence, in no particular order:

Within the Upside Down, vessels that should be full of water, including natural ones such as Lover’s Lake, are empty. Yet everything that seems to be alive (vines, demo-critters, even the gates) is at least moist. The things require moisture to survive but don't appear to have a natural source of it.

In season 2, Will's entire concept of Hawkins as a place is through the waterways. When he goes looking for Hopper via the Mind Flayer, that's the only thing he can see in terms of regular landmarks. Hawkins' waterways are something that the Mind Flayer is aware of.

Everything in the Upside Down is a hive mind. However, the creatures also follow some form of biological laws (such as molting and eating). Therefore it stands to reason that the vines exist for a reason. Perhaps rather than vines they function more like roots, explaining why there are so many of them in places like a lake basin, a pool, and climbing up trees.

On the night in season 1 that the demogorgon escaped the lab, it was surrounded by tasty scientists that it had easily murked, but it didn't really stop to eat them. Predators generally eat when they're hungry, so this is unusual behavior. (could it have been hunting El, yes. But then why deviate and go after Wil? Give me a moment.) Clearly none of the scientists were a threat to it, so why would it leave the lab that night, if it was hungry and surrounded by blood-filled bodies? We're told by Hopper that it was raining--storming, in fact--on the night that Will went missing. A creature seeking blood and flesh would have stayed inside. But a creature just seeking the biggest source of moisture would have gone straight for the drainage pipe, which would have filled with running water.

Everything from the Upside Down likes it cold, but nothing likes it frozen. Will had the window open and his shirt off, but he wasn’t jumping in the freezer in season 2, and Billy may have been bathing with ice cubes, but he was also able to be outside in the summer in a long sleeved shirt for many hours at once in season 3. Plus if they wanted frozen, a walk-in freezer would have been a better setting than an old steel works building for the mind flayer to create its monster. Everything from the Upside Down also fears fire/hates heat. The warmer an environment is, the faster water evaporates--but get an environment too cold and water freezes, such as the water within living bodies. The water needs to be liquid.

The monsters do not have eyes. Their heads are literally all mouth. Not just all mouth, but all teeth—teeth in a way that doesn't really make sense. They don't have teeth for cutting or for chewing, they don't have rows for slicing, and the petals, as we see in Bob's death in season 2, don't close when they feed, they actually open wider. They don't seem to have strong jaws for biting, just teeth-covered flaps for wrapping. Those mouths are designed for ripping and tearing, and its the prominent feature of their heats, which makes not a whole lot of sense if they eat meat--but plenty of sense if their main purpose is to drink liquid (such as blood out of a victim).

When they kill Bob, they don’t go for the throat, or the head, or the heart. They tear him open at his torso. It takes time, it spills a TON of blood. They’re going for his gooshy organs.

Same deal with Steve and Eddie; the bats go for their torsos. They’re not interested in killing or in eating flesh, they’re going for blood, intestines, bile, and lots of it. 

The Demogorgon doesn’t show up to the Byers house to attack Jonathan and Nancy with the bandaged cuts on their hands, but it smells dinner when Steve shows up with multiple bleeding cuts to his face.

Conversely, when El is in the mindspace, she’s always in water. She’s in the bath, she’s walking on water. Perhaps because she approaches the mindspace from this side, from her human-ness? I don't have a great explanation for this one, but it feels relevant.

When the Russians are creating a Gate manually, they're using or at least transporting a ton of mystery liquid--but we know the liquid isn't for power, because we know that the power comes from the grid (per Alexei, season 3). So what was the liquid for? A LOT of it was stored in the elevator, but only a little was taken down to the lab. So the liquid--not water, but liquid that burns and destroys--is related, but it's not the power source. We never did find out exactly what the Russians were doing with it.

Furthermore, the only thing that can travel from the Upside Down to the regular world without El pushing it is electricity (see the lights in every season, Will using the tape deck and the phone in season 1). Y'know what travels pretty well through water? Electricity.

When One first arrived the world visually appeared dry, barren. He meets the mind-flayer, which appears like black smoke.

Smoke is solid particles and water vapour. White smoke is mostly water vapour, but black smoke is mostly oil, particles, things that are NOT water.

Find a photo of Henry meeting the mind flayer. His eyes are sunken and his skin is wrinkled, exactly as one might expect of a person dying of thirst.

Consider One's victims and the physical locations in which he choses to open gates. Between the events of the earlier seasons, it's most likely that the majority of Hawkins has some kind of trauma he could have pulled on if he wanted to, but he picked:

Chrissy: a person with a history of Bulimia Nervosa, who due to the exact trauma he pulled on to activate her would have been statistically more likely to die in a bathroom, where we see her taking shelter early on.

Patrick: One waits to attack Patrick until he's out over Lover's Lake, creating a gate in the middle of a water source. (Due to the gravity differential the water doesn't pour through, but we see the vines--I still say roots!--just chilling and soaking in the lake until they snake up and pull Steve down. They certainly don't MIND being underwater!)

Fred: While Fred doesn't have the same connection to water as Patrick and Chrissy, he does have a serious fear of fire due to the car accident. As a victim, he would at minimum be someone who also would not be able to defend himself (being afraid of the only thing that could potentially save him). Additionally, if Vecna is starting to attack people close to the Party (Patrick for Lucas, Max for Eleven, then Fred might have been a jab at Nancy as well.

Max: In Max's case, she was a pretty clear jab at Eleven. She doesn't have the same MO as the others, so I got nothing here.

My theory is that something or someone somehow took all of the water out of the Upside Down, burning and starving the Mind Flayer. Or the Upside Down is a place where there never was any water, and the Mind Flayer was banished there somehow, unable to die.

It might have worked, but then El sent One there (accidentally, as we know she intended to kill him). One and the Mind Flayer joined forces, and One taught the Mind Flayer how to create creatures—suckers like spiders, since those are his obsession—to go out, gather what they need, and come back to build an ecosystem. Mostly water to revitalize the dead world. 

After all, we know One doesn't particularly want to return to this world, he doesn't like it here, he said so. He'd rather build his own

The original Demogorgon left out of the lab filled with tasty people because it was raining. It soaked up the wetness, and then went after Will, maybe thinking he’d have more nutrients? That explains why he was kept alive even after being taken—he was essentially in a larder. A farm? Maybe they tried to do something like that with him and Barb, but Barb hit her head? Broke her spine? Maybe they realized it would be more difficult to keep them alive than they thought, especially when more people with flamethrowers and guns keep showing up. However, it’s notable that when Will returned, he was NOT dying of thirst. He also didn’t actually wash his hands. He DID vomit up a pollywog, showing that he was infected from being down there. He didn’t die of thirst, but he WAS an incubator.

So the hive mind hatches a bunch of little demo-dogs this time, to go out and swarm like bees, find what they need.

Dart likes nougat of all things, which is sugar or honey whipped with egg whites. Egg whites provide protein and water to an embryo of a chicken. Dart literally ate Demogorgon baby food. 

I really think I might be onto something here.

[mxxnlightwriting]

Writemas 2024 Day 3

Thanks to @agirlandherquill for hosting this wonderful event! I'm having so much fun!

Tari's Note: Day 3, here we go. I'm having so much fun with these, and if you're reading them, I hope you're enjoying them too. Also, they're all connected, but you don't need to read the previous ones to enjoy it. Also, please excuse any typos! I’ll be writing these directly here so they’ll have minimal editing. Thanks for understanding.

Writemas Day 1 | Day 2

Prompt(s): A cabin & She had never felt so alone in her life  Synopsis: Emily's run to the supermarket gets cancelled after a small incident. Genre/age group: adult contemporary Warnings: Word Count: 0.5k

The upper and bottom floors were cleaned, and Emily's list of tasks to complete was dwindling. Back home, this would've made her smile, but in her grandfather's cabin, the prospect of finishing them meant she'd have to face the real world again soon, and she'd rather stay hidden for a little while.

As she danced around the kitchen to the music blasting from the living room speakers, she went over the pantry and fridge and made a list on her phone of everything she needed to buy at the nearest supermarket.

A few days ago, she would've been tempted to head into the small grocery store in town, but after her encounter with Rae, she didn't want to risk seeing her again. She didn't want to risk seeing anyone who might remember her for that matter.

Emily finished her grocery list and, after looking out the large windows overseeing the frozen lake, she decided it was worth it to go to the supermarket today. She still had a few hours of light to spare and no major task to keep her busy for the rest of the day.

The next major task would be a hard one to go through, and she was hoping her sister would come to help her with it. Based on how their last couple of phone calls had gone, her sister wouldn't step foot in this place any time soon.

Emily wanted to convince herself she was okay being here by herself, but she had never felt so alone in her life. She missed the laughter and the conversations booming in these walls, the in and out of people as guests came to visit before going on their merry way.

Now, sitting at the large dinner table every night to only the sound of her cutlery echoing in the room, she wondered whether it was worth keeping this place after all.

After changing into some warmer clothes, she grabbed some reusable bags from one of the kitchen drawers and left to her car parked inside the garage. She sat on the driver's seat as the gate rolled up, drowning the small garage with light.

As she turned the key, a strange squeaking sound came from the front of the car and she struggled to start her car. Emily did it again, getting the same result.

"You've got to be kidding me," she whispered under her breath, turning the key once more. Nothing. "Oh, come on! It's not even that cold!"

Yet, it was cold, and the car had been stuck in this garage for a week.

Emily slumped back on the car seat and glanced at the reusable bags next to her. She chewed on her lip, pondering her options. She could go back inside, call a mechanic, and go grocery shopping tomorrow (if she was lucky). Doing so would require her to undress all these layers and do this all over again tomorrow.

Or she could go today into town and only get the basics. She was already dressed, the bags were next to her, and she was truly not in the mood to have to do this all over again tomorrow.

"Fine," she said to herself as she grabbed the bags and stepped out of the car.

She walked into town with two reusable bags under her arm and her heart rushing to her throat in anticipation of the worst.

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