#{ winter wonderland ball // event }

[matchavellichor]

A Losing Game

A/N: was in the mood to write pure filth so here's some jealous sebastian smut lul. also i left the context intentionally vague so that i could maybe write a prequel sometime but i hope it's clear they absolutely hate each other loool

Sebastian Sallow x f!MC - NSFW - 4.4k words - ao3

Summary: Watching his long-time rival and dueling partner kiss someone else ignites feelings in Sebastian that has him questioning just how similar hate is to desire.

Tags: Yule Ball, Enemies to Lovers, Pining Sebastian, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Rough Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Mild Prey/Predator, No Safeword

For the first time in their many years of friendship, Sebastian is the one being dragged to a social event he has no interest in being a part of. Ominis, taking no small amount of pleasure in this, leads them into the Great Hall with an amused smirk on his face, only biting his tongue because he’s respectful of present company. Sebastian frowns.

His robes are scratchy, his date is doused in a nausea-inducing amount of flowery perfume, and there’s not nearly enough firewhiskey in the spiked punch this year.

He tells himself pointedly, as if it’s a matter of public record, that he isn’t looking for her.

Even as his eyes comb over the crowd, and there’s a little pang of disappointment in his gut when he still doesn’t spot her after the third sweep.

“Stop sulking,” Ominis murmurs from beside him. “You look miserable.”

Sebastian proceeds to sulk even more. “How would you know how I look?”

“I’m blind, not oblivious.”

Sebastian rolls his eyes, sitting down at the table the blonde had chosen and preparing himself for an entire night of brooding.

He’d have no qualms in remaining seated in their desolate little corner for the entirety of the evening, but his date—Bianca or Beatrice or, maybe something with a D—has other plans.

She titters something about dancing, and then she’s suddenly tugging on his arm and dragging him towards parquet floors. In no mood to protest, he lets himself get weaved through pairs of students who are doing anything but respecting Headmaster’s Black rule to maintain a Potions textbook length apart.

So much for leaving room for Merlin.

He manages a tight-lipped smile when they stop under a cloud charmed to sprinkle snowflakes, small flurries of white blending into a halo around them. It’s a truly beautiful sight, a winter wonderland of silver and gold englobing them, yet despite this, Sebastian’s demeanor is tight and forced, starkly unhappy.

He pretends he doesn’t understand the reasoning behind his sour mood. Pretends he isn’t thinking about someone else’s hands, someone else’s smell, someone else’s eyes, and the obvious absence of them.

Sebastian feels dreadfully pathetic clinging to the prospect of even simply seeing her as a motivator to suffer through the remainder of the night.

He wonders when he became such a pining, spineless idiot and deduces it must’ve been somewhere during the first dozen times she’d knocked him on his ass in a duel. Surely, a screw was knocked loose then. Or a couple.

Sebastian swallows his displeasure and takes hold of a hand that’s not the right size, that doesn’t have the calluses and rough edges in the places he’s already far too familiar with. It’s easy to fall into pace, but it’s hard to enjoy it. Hard to pretend he’s dancing with someone else.

It’s then, glancing over his date’s shoulder through the haze of floating candles and snowflakes, that he finally catches sight of what he has decidedly not been thinking about all evening.

From the way he stills and all his attention narrows in on one person, you’d think Salazar Slytherin himself just made an appearance butt-naked on a unicycle.

Breath-taking is an understatement. Asphyxiating might be a more valiant contender. Sebastian would be impressed with himself if he managed to get enough oxygen in his lungs to keep his brain functioning for an entire night of staring at her across dance floors.

His eyes comb over every inch of the blood red floor-length gown she has on, head-to-toe, gaze rising to dust over the blush high on her cheekbones, even further up to the gems crested in her hair.

He takes a deep, fortifying breath, though it doesn’t do him any good.

Then, his attention narrows in on the person accompanying her and it’s like his stomach immediately pitches, falls down six flights of stairs, and subsequently plummets into a dark abyss, landing at the bottom with a pathetic, defeated sort of sound.

Because her arm is tucked into the crook of someone else’s elbow, and she’s smiling at something someone else is whispering in her, and despite being only a few feet away at this point, she doesn’t even spare a glance at Sebastian.

Instead, she drapes an arm around her date’s neck, which he reciprocates with a hand at the small of her back, pulls their bodies closer and—

Sebastian squeezes his eyes shut and refuses to look, turning away from what feels like betrayal, though he knows is the farthest thing from it.

Maybe that’s what feels the worst. What makes his mouth taste so bitter he could gag from it. It’s the realization that he has no right to feel so upset about any of it. That he can’t expect anything from her.

That she isn’t his.

His shoulders stiffen and he suddenly stops any movements, letting his hands drop from where they were rested at a chiffon-covered waist, stepping away.

His date calls his name, emitting some cross between a petulant whine and indignant scoff, but he doesn’t really hear her. He’s busy high-tailing towards the drink table and doing the mental math for how many teal-coloured glasses of spiked punch he’ll have to drink to self-induce a coma.

Ominis, with his hell-anointed sixth sense, meets him three-quarters of the way there, falling into step as they weave through pairs of students.

“This is your own doing, you know.”

He’s right, yet Sebastian would still throttle him if there weren’t so many witnesses around. He ignores him.

“Sebastian,” Ominis sighs. “You’re being childish.”

“You aren’t helping.”

“I’m not trying to,” Ominis says. “I thought I’d already made myself clear that I was on her side concerning this.”

Sebastian scowls. “Some friend you are.”

“All you had to do was ask her.”

“Asking her is admitting defeat,” Sebastian mutters over the rim of the glass he just poured himself. “She wouldn’t have ever let me live it down.”

“I don’t understand this game you two play,” Ominis frowns. “Would it have been so hard for you to humble yourself for just a moment?”

Sebastian takes a long drink. “Yes. In front of her, it would’ve been.”

“Then enjoy watching her dance with someone else for the remainder of the evening.”

Sebastian has just about decided to actually throttle Ominis, witnesses be damned, but he’s already making his way back into the crowd, out of reach.

Sebastian groans, yet doesn’t go after him. Refuses to.

From his position on the outskirts of the dance floor, he’s in blissful ignorance of whatever it is she’s doing at the moment. Despite the curiosity eating away at him from the inside, it’s some form of solace that at least he can’t see the smile he’d caught on her face. Can’t see the glow in her eyes, or her hands on her date’s robes, or all the affection he craves so ardently misdirected towards someone else.

Somehow, it’s worse.

And then, as if Fortune, on his damned quarry smiling, has decided Sebastian hasn’t endured enough for one pitiful night already, the steady crescendo of a waltz begins to build.

The crowd pulses and sways in tempo with the symphony, leaving breaches and eyelets, brief openings that he can’t tear his eyes away from, because even if it hurts, he needs to see her again.

That’s how he catches sight of her for the second time that evening. Like the seas parting to reveal a miracle, she finds herself right in his line of vision.

Sebastian conveys the tightening he feels in his chest into an ice-cold glower, features hardened. He prays she’ll just look. Even if it’s something fleeting, a split second of a glance.

Once again, her eyes never make their way anywhere near him.

It’s almost intentional, in a way that drives him insane. As if she knows where he is, and she’s skirting over him pointedly, antagonistically. Sebastian wouldn’t be surprised if it were intentional, a gleaming testimony to all the other ways she manages to get under his skin.

The dancing body of students continues to shift, like a pendulum, back and forth, revealing and concealing. He clings to the momentary sight of her, and still, like a fool, hopes that at some instance she’ll look back. Acknowledge him.

Give him some form of recognition so he doesn’t have to admit defeat so quickly. So that he knows that they’re still playing their game, that he’s not just losing alone.

The composition nears its apex, surrounding gowns and robes reaching a swirling mass of glitter and silks, and something heavy sinks inside of him, an impending sense of foreboding.

He knows what’s coming, somehow.

The orchestra finally reaching its climax.

Her fingers threading through the hairs at the nape of her date’s neck.

Her leaning forward, nose slotting against his, lips hovering over another’s and yet—

He doesn’t look away. Even if it feels like being split open, sternum cracked across the middle, until he’s left with a slick-red, yawning chest cavity.

He can’t look away, because her eyes are open and for the first time in the entire evening, they’re meeting his.

Like most instances involving her, he isn’t sure if he’s winning or losing anymore.

She doesn’t look away, and he can’t bring himself to either. It’s like he’s standing there, split from top to bottom, voluntarily exposed for her to prod at, to ruin. And yet, there’s a bittersweetness to it all.

Her lips aren’t on his, yet she’s looking at him as if she wishes they were.

There’s something taunting in her eyes. Something he might’ve mistaken as a threat if they were in their usual setting, mid-duel in the Undercroft.

A challenge.

It takes him a moment to realize that context shouldn’t matter. This is an invitation for battle, a glaring provocation. He stares.

The sight of her mouth on someone else’s makes bile rise in his throat, makes him so filled with rage and revulsion that he thinks he might suffocate on it all. Yet the sight of her eyes, the sheer amount of longing she’s able to convey in such a short glance, is enough to invigorate him, to channel all his rage and wanting into something else.

His legs move of their own accord.

Her reflexes are as sharp as they are in battle.

The second she sees him coming towards her, she reacts. Murmurs a hurried apology towards her date, who looks so confused Sebastian would almost feel bad for the bloke if he didn’t want to strangle him so violently.

She’s immediately cutting through the crowd towards the opposite direction, her eyes trained on one of the exits. He picks up his speed, but she’s quicker than him, smaller, able to duck through bunches of students with ease, even with her dress hindering her movements.

Adrenaline trickles up his spine. She throws him another glance over her shoulder and smirks, sly and knowing, a look that writhes under his skin in the way her glances always do.

Even if he’s the one chasing her, Sebastian feels awfully like the rodent in their little game of cat and mouse.

They both step into the quiet of the dimly-lit hallway, the sounds of the party bleeding away as the door shuts behind them, casting them in silence.

There’s a split moment where she spins around to look at him, chest heaving. The live-wire tension between them is pulled so taut it’s a miracle the air doesn’t crackle with static.

Neither of them move for a long moment, until her lips curl into a smile.

She breaks into a run and Sebastian doesn’t miss a beat.

He chases after her, his heart pounding with something primal, something instinctive. Like his self-control might slip away from him when he catches her, like he might just sink his teeth into soft flesh, dig his nails into supple skin. She runs as if she’s just as aware of this fact as he is.

He almost wants to punish her for it. Bite and scratch and mark as if in vengeance for her thinking she could ever get away from him. For her forgetting that she’s anything but his, as if she should simply know it by now.

She’s fast, but she’s nearly tripping over the dress she has fisted in her hands, and her heels don’t help. All it takes is for her to stumble around a corner and he’s on her, grabbing her gown, pulling her towards him.

He spins her around, and she grunts when he slams her against the wall. Teeth bared, strands of the elegant updo she’d had her hair in falling down over her shoulders, glittery makeup smeared down her cheeks — she looks like something savage.

For some reason, it makes something deep-set inside Sebastian ache.

“Let go,” she grits, struggling against the hold he has on her wrists, under the weight of his body that has her molded to the wall.

His grip only tightens, frustration simmering low in his gut. Sebastian has never known desire like this, shadowed by fury. Want and anger, love and hate, repulsion and obsession.

“I know what you’re doing,” he hisses.

She stills her thrashing in favor of looking up at him through her lashes with an expression so innocent, it’s crucifying.

“Attending a dance?”

His jaw sets. “Don’t get smart with me.”

“Why, are you having a hard time keeping up?”

He stares at her for a long moment, jaw working in tandem with his thoughts. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and she tilts her head, amused at how worked up he’s gotten.

“I know what you’re doing,” she says.

“And what’s that?”

“Thinking about how badly you want to kill me, probably,” she says. Her eyes fall to his lips and his breath stops in his throat. “Or kiss me. Haven’t quite worked out which one yet.”

“So certain that they’re mutually exclusive,” he murmurs, his gaze falling to mimic hers despite himself. “I think you forget that I’m very multi-faceted.”

“That I’m aware of,” she tilts her chin up, almost as if inviting him to press his mouth to hers, a siren’s call. “You manage to be mind-numbingly stupid and brilliantly obnoxious, all at the same time.”

He scoffs. “And you manage to be the most infuriating person on the planet.”

She seems starkly proud of the title. “What can I say, I invoke passion.”

“You invoke homicidal thoughts.”

“Not the only kinds of thoughts I invoke in you, is it, Sallow?”

He reddens. He’s spent too many showers hunched over his own fist with silencing charms plastered around the tiles for his response to be anything more than a blurted, evocative reaction.

“Anything you think I feel for you is precisely the opposite. I fucking despise you.”

He only notes a split second after that it’s not an outright denial.

Evidently, so does she. Because then, as if she were made to crawl under his skin, writhe underneath it until his nerves were a mess, she smiles.

What he truly despises is how pretty he finds it.

“You don’t hate me.”

He sneers. “Is that so?”

“Hate isn’t the opposite of love. Indifference is,” she leans in. “And I’d hardly call chasing me through the castle simply because I kissed someone else…indifferent.”

He decides then — or more accurately, his too-horny, too-angry, too-impulsive brain decides for him — to wipe the pleased grin off her face the most effective way he knows how.

With a hand fisted in her hair and his mouth crashing against hers.

It isn’t tender or sweet, nor the remotest definition of kind, but it’s fitting and dreadfully familiar, because it’s not like they’ve ever been nice to one another.

He lets go of her wrists to give her some fighting chance, because he’s cruel, but he prides himself on being fair. Instead of pushing him away, or going for her wand, or doing anything to indicate she doesn’t want this, however, she pulls him in. As if she knows exactly how to bring him to his knees, in any and all contexts, and revels in any opportunity to destroy him.

He almost thinks it’s a trap, another one of her grating ploys, but when she tangles her fingers in his hair and drags her nails down his scalp and kisses him back with just as much fervor as he does, it’s hard to believe it’s simply a farce.

Her tongue finds his and Sebastian wonders if they’ll ever do anything together that doesn’t mimic a battle. She fights for dominance in every stroke of her tongue against his, and his stubbornness refuses to grant her it.

“Fuck,” he groans against her mouth, because he’s learning just how much she kisses the same way she duels.

Dirty, unfair, brutal. Like she’s never been afraid of blood, or getting messy, or breaking things.

She stokes a fire that’s been simmering inside him until it’s red-hot and all-consuming, flames licking at the inside of his throat. He pulls her bottom lip between his teeth and bites until he tastes copper, finding some sick form of satisfaction at the pained little whine she lets out.

“You kissed him,” he pants, and there’s something raw in his voice. He rests his forehead against hers and stares at the crimson pooling on her lip. “You kissed him.”

She swallows. “I did.”

Sebastian despises how hurt he sounds. “I could kill him.”

“You won’t.”

“I could.”

“I know,” she nods, chest heaving against his. Her voice grows suddenly soft, until it’s barely a whisper. “I wanted it to be you.”

He groans, almost pained. “Did you?”

She nods.

“Has he ever touched you?”

She shakes her head.

“Tell the truth,” he says, fingers threading through the tangled remains of her chignon, tilting her face up towards him so he can meet her eyes. “Did you let him touch you?” He presses a leg between her thighs, barely able to feel her through layers of tulle. “Here?”

“No,” she gasps from the contact, nails scrambling to drag down his forearm. “Never.”

“Fuck,” he sighs, and tips his head down to press against her throat, drags his lips over her jaw. “Only me, hm? Say it.”

She shakes her head and his gaze darkens, pulling back to tighten his fingers still tangled in her hair, to tear a whimper from the back of her throat.

“No? Who then?”

“No one,” she whispers, and despite the tight angle her neck is at, despite the fear dancing behind her eyes, she smiles up at him again. “You haven’t touched me yet, though, have you?”

She’s baiting him, and he’s aware of it, and still it manages to work.

He feels his self-restraint slipping through the cracks of his fingers like sand. There’s traces of scarlet on her teeth he wants to drag his tongue over. He wants to suck the marrow from her bones.

He spins her around, presses her cheek into the cool flagstone of the corridor they’re in, and molds his body to hers.

“S-shit,” she curses when his patience wears thin and he yanks at the fabric hiding her body away from his, pulling at the skirt of her gown until it rips. “Asshole.”

“Looks better this way.”

His fingers coast up her thighs to hook into her knickers, tugging them down before she can protest. She gasps and he smiles against her cheek, pushing her hand away when she tries to cover herself.

He nips at her ear, his hand reaching between her legs to cup her sex, reveling in the way she tries to squirm away from him.

“What’s wrong? Going to act shy now?”

“Someone could see,” she grits, though something in her tone tells him she’s not going to stop him.

“Wouldn’t they be lucky.”

His breath stutters when he finally dips his fingers between her folds and finds how soaked she is. Something about the revelation is dizzying, the notion that she could possibly want this as badly as he does. He grinds his hips into her arse so she’s just as aware of how gone he is.

Immediately, his hand is fumbling with his belt, the other pressing bruises into her hip to keep her still. He kicks her feet open wider, spreading her for him. His fingers flex on her hip in anticipation.

“You have full permission to use any Unforgivables you want on me if you want me to stop,” he murmurs, burying his nose in her hair and inhaling deeply. He groans. “You’re not getting me off of you in any other way.”

When she doesn’t make any move for her wand he positions himself at her entrance, rubbing to coat himself in her fluids. Her breathing is heavy against the wall she’s pressed against, her gasps coming out in soft little pants. He revels in them for a long moment.

Then, he’s impaling her and all of her breathing stops. Replaced instead by a strangled sort of sound, as if he’d managed to knock out all of the air in her lungs with a single thrust. His jaw falls slack.

He manages to composure himself enough to murmur in her ear, voice hoarse. “Hurts?”

She chokes out a sob, nodding weakly. Her head falls against the wall, clenching around him as she tries to adjust to his size.

His hips snap forward again, even harsher this time, burying himself to the hilt and tearing a yelp out of her throat. “Good.”

“S–Sebastian—”

He pauses, so deep inside her he can feel every little pulse, hips flush against her arse. “Want me to stop?”

Miraculously, she shakes her head. It’s never like her to back down from a fight, after all.

“Of course,” he chuckles, though it sounds uncharacteristically strained, imprecise. Like he’s losing his grip. His head falls to her shoulder and he moans, grunting feverishly against her skin as he starts a brutal, unforgiving pace. “You can take it. Look so pretty taking it.”

“Please,” she whines. “Too much, I–I can’t,”

“You’re a tough girl,” he whispers, tone vicious despite his words. “You’re going to shut your fucking mouth and take my cock.”

She nods fervently, obediently, and Sebastian thinks he deserves a medal for not finishing right then. He yanks her hips back from the wall, shifting the angle and she gasps when he feels him push in even deeper.

“Oh my God,” she moans. “Good — feels s’good, yes, yes. Plea–please don’t stop.”

“Fuck,” he grunts, voice sandpaper-rough. He snakes a hand to her front to rub tight little circles between her legs. “Look at you babbling. Dumb little cock-drunk slut. Can’t even think properly with me inside you like this, can you?”

Her response is too garbled for coherence, a mess of moans and pleas. He groans in a way that’s almost just as saturated with desperation, that tells her she’s not alone in her unraveling. He pulls her head back to smash his lips to her, stifling all kinds of confessions that threaten to escape him.

She breaks the kiss to gasp for air and his fingers swirl against her just right. She tightens. “Gonna — m‘gonna cum,”

“Yeah? Come for me, baby,” his voice breaks on the word, and he’s aware he’s practically begging. He’s too far gone to care, so he scrapes a kiss to her heat-flushed cheek and properly pleads.

“Please. So fucking beautiful. Let me see your pretty face when you come undone for me,” he stares down at her through half-lidded eyes and briefly contemplates the possibility that he’s died and gone to heaven when she looks back at him. “That’s it, look at me.”

He studies her as he sends her over the edge and pulls himself over along with her, her lashes fluttering as she struggles to keep her eyes on his.

The sight is enough to ruin him.

Her makeup a mess from the tear tracks running through them, the hair fisted in his hands in an even worse state, and somehow— she still manages a lopsided smile, as if beyond pleased with herself.

He’s faintly aware of the fact she’s won. He makes peace with the realization.

There’s nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing to fill the silence in the hallway as Sebastian tries to regain his bearings, still buried inside her. Neither of them move for a long moment, and Sebastian likens it to the peace following a war, a brief period of prosperity.

He’s conscious that it’s temporary.

She winces when he finally pulls out of her, their shared spend trickling down the insides of her thighs, her knees nearly giving out to the point he has to hold her up, even if his own legs feel dreadfully unstable.

It doesn’t take her long for her to detach her body from his own, to duck under his arm and slip away. Panic suddenly seizes his chest, dread trickling up his spine. For some reason, he can’t bear to watch her leave. He opens his mouth to say something—an apology, maybe—but she beats him to it.

“That was fun,” she says plainly, glancing back at him over her shoulder. It’s as if they’d just finished another duel. Hardly anything to bat an eye at. Sebastian is at a remarkable loss for words.

She hasn’t continued down the hallway, but she looks as if she’s prepared to.

He’s faintly aware of the fact he probably looks like a fish right now, jaw still slack.

When he doesn’t say anything, she turns her attention to righting her underthings and fixing the tattered remains of her gown. He watches her.

“Goodnight, Sebastian.”

Suddenly sprung to life by the threat of her absence, he takes a step forward. “I’ll walk you back.”

She snorts. “Ever the gentleman.”

“Unless, you’d like to, uh,” he stares down at his shoes, looking uncharacteristically sheepish. “I could transfigure something for us in the Undercroft.”

She looks amused. “My god, you’re insatiable.”

He reddens. “I didn’t mean—oh, Salazar, to sleep…I meant to sleep.”

She turns to face him fully and raises her brows. “You’re asking me if I’d like to forego my own bed in order to spend the night with you in a dusty cellar?”

Mortification washes over him. Why would she? He should’ve kept his mouth shut and walked her to her dorm room instead of deluding himself with the notion that this could’ve been anything more than a quick fuck.

She stares at him expectantly and his fingers twitch at his side with the desire to grab his wand and promptly Avada himself.

It’s then that she decides to saunter over to him, taking her time, until she’s right beside him and can tuck her arm into his. She gestures forward, almost impatient.

“Go on then. I’m little spoon.”

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[suashii]

FIRST SNOW

info ⭑ itoshi rin x reader ﾉ 0.9k wc ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff

note ⭑ there's a superstition in korea that experiencing the first snow with someone you like means you'll have a long and loving relationship with them! so i especially loved being able to write this for rinnie ❤︎‬

requested by @moonartemisia for my winter wonderland event (closed)!

it’s the second saturday of the month; one of the two days of the month that you and rin have designated to be your scheduled date nights. the itinerary often changes from date to date but the both of you agreed to enjoy a dinner out this time around. 

rin’s hooking the strap of his mask over his ear when the two of you exit the restaurant you’d just eaten at. it’s his attempt to keep his face concealed—so that your time with him is yours alone, uninterrupted by eager fans excited to have sighted the famous footballer. he offers you his hand when the mask is situated over the lower half of his face and you happily accept it, intertwining your fingers with his.

“is there anything else you want to do tonight?” rin asks.

you aren’t quite ready to go home yet but you don’t want rin to worry about hiding his face all night either. you hum as you think of the places you could visit that aren’t as busy as the heart of the city. an idea pops into your head and you turn to look up at rin. “wanna go walk by the water?”

“sure, if you want to.”

there’s a river that the two of you used to visit often when you were younger and rin drives you there. it’s been a while since either you have been so when you get out of the car, a wave of nostalgia washes over you.

it’s almost as though you can see your teenage selves walking along the water—your teary gaze when he told you he’d be leaving to train at blue lock and the way you bounced on the balls of your feet when he returned after what felt like an eternity away. you can practically hear all of your shared laughs drifting about the chilly winter air.

the sound of rin’s car door closing breaks you from your reverie, bringing you back to the present. the two of you meet in front of the vehicle and you hook your arm through rin’s, using your free hand to tug the mask down from his face to rest on his chin.

he levels you with a confused look at your action but you gesture to your surroundings, namely the lack of pedestrians wandering the trail at this hour.

rin cracks a small smile upon catching on to the reasoning behind your suggestion for coming here specifically. though, he starts leading you down the path before he speaks up. “that’s why you wanted to come here?”

“perhaps,” you drawl, resting your head against his arm. the sleeve of his coat is warm against your ear. “but maybe i just wanted to take a walk down memory lane. it’s feels like forever since we’ve been here.”

rin has never really been the sentimental type but when it comes to all the moments he’s spent with you, he can admit that he finds some joy in looking back at those memories. you represent a time in his life highlighted by comfort instead of competition, happiness instead of hopelessness.

he’s sure you know that by now, so he keeps his lips sealed and spares you the uncharacteristic show of sappiness.

his silence doesn’t bother you but the longer the two of you walk beside the water, the colder you get. you can feel goosebumps raising on your arms even under the warmth of your coat. it seems like you underestimated how cold it would get just off of the water. 

you’re ready to suggest turning around and heading home for the night when something wet hits your cheek. the sensation worries you that it's about to rain and the two of you will be caught in it without an umbrella. though, when you turn to express your concern with rin, you see white specks sticking to his dark hair before disappearing.

it isn’t rain, it’s snow.

“oh!” you exclaim, holding your hand out to catch the fluffy flakes in your palm, “it’s snowing!”

a snowflake lands on rin’s eyelash with your words, causing him to flinch away from the cold. you giggle at his cute reaction, stopping in your tracks to reach up and wipe away the precipitation from his eye with your thumb. 

his skin is cool beneath your touch but the contact warms you both and the warmth tempts you to stay where you are in front of rin. he doesn’t protest, choosing to place his hands on your hips. he leans down, touching his forehead to yours. dark strands of his hair tickle your face, drawing another laugh from your chest, a puff of white air appearing between the two of you.

the sight drags rin’s teal gaze to your lips and it takes only a short moment for him to dip his head down to capture them in a kiss. it catches you by surprise but you quickly reciprocate, thumb caressing his cheek as your lips slowly dance with his in the kiss. in the cold of this winter night, you’re beginning to be swallowed by warmth.

the frosty air is invasive when rin pulls away and you pout at his decision to do so.

he jerks his head in the direction where he’d parked earlier. “come on, it’s cold.”

you can’t argue there, so you sigh and nod in understanding. spending a short, pleasant moment during the first snow of the season with him is enough. and you suppose you can badger him for more kisses once you get home.

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[dior-luxury]

it says reqs are open in ur bio but not ur pinned so i rlly hope this isnt bothing u but if they are open riddle cuddling with s/o after they dragged riddle to play in the snow (riddle deserves those childhood memories)

A Snow-Day With Riddle ~

Note: This idea is so cute 〒▽〒... I defiantly will be writing more types of requests like this and I'm not complaining ㅋㅋㅋ.

CHARACTERS: Riddle Rosehearts !

TW: GN x Reader . 948 words . (non-specified pronouns for reader~) . [If you find anything else dm/send me a chat!]

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A Snow-Day With Riddle ~

-The pitter-patter of the snow hitting the creaky old rooftop was distinct. The once-roaring snow has finally calmed down and landed on the ground in peace. As you put on your fluffy big snow coat. Inching towards the door as you reach for the handle, "Hello Riddle!" You smile at the short red-haired man who's wearing knit gloves, a scarf, and a red snow coat. He smiles as he rubs his arms to try and protect him from the coldness.

-"Are you ready for a day of exciting events, Y/N?" Riddle speaks happily as he steps out of the way of the door. You nod in response as you close the door behind you. Stepping on the fluffy white snow on the pathway. You grab Riddle's hand as you make your way down the steps. Riddle's face turns a bright red as he follows you wide-eyed and blushing. He could've sworn that he felt the ice melt off him. He keeps his thoughts to himself as he follows you.

-You both walk on the icy concrete for some time, admiring the silence of winter. Watching snowflakes fall from the sky. You then looked over at Riddle who had his red face turned facing away from you. His heart felt like it would explode any minute from the assertive touchiness that you expressed. You then stopped and still stared at him, "You good? Do you look pretty red if I saw so- I never met someone who looked so red the minute they go outside." 

-Riddle snapped his eyes to look at you and then smiled. "It's nothing," he whispered to himself as his mouth then shaped into a smile as he began walking with you again. About some time later you both were in front of a cute Christmas-themed cafe. You looked at the cafe as you asked Riddle, "Do you want to get something to drink? Hot chocolate or anything?" You questioned as looked at Riddle wanting an answer.

-He thought about it for a moment and then smiled. "It's all fine. Besides I might have to go back to my dorm for... an extra lesson of discipline for a certain two students." Riddle sighed as he slightly groaned in annoyance. But you then nodded as you continued your walk around town with him. Still holding onto his warm-knitted-gloved hand, the snow no longer making noise as you both were in a state of distraction while holding each other's hand.

-It wasn't until then you saw a park pass you both as you got a sudden idea. You stopped in your tracks, making Riddle raise his eyebrow in confusion. You smiled as you walked into the park- practically dragging Riddle behind you. "Have you ever played in the snow before?" You questioned Riddle as you stood in front of a huge field of plain snow. Looking back at Riddle who was tilting his head a little while looking at you.

-"Come to think of it... no, I have not." He answered as he looked at the snowy field in front of him. You then quickly grabbed his hand and began walking in the field of light, soft, snow. Riddle raised his eyebrow at you as you continued to drag him along. "Shall I teach you how to make a snowman then?" You inquired with a smile.

-You and Riddle then went for minutes gathering up snow into 3 different-sized balls. All while teaching him how to have fun and play in the snow. As you three soon finished up with making the base, Riddle looked at you confused. "Are you sure that other people in Twisted Wonderland do this? Or is this just a thing you only did back in your homeland?" He looked at you curiously while furrowing his brows in a confused way.

-"No-no, no. I'm sure people here make snowmen too. You've probably just never seen anyone make one before." You giggle to yourself as you stretch your back and stack the balls on top of each other- making the snowman's base. Then poking eyes on the snowman, "See?" Riddle looked at the snowman carefully- then shortly smiled. "So that's how you do it." He says under his breath while crossing his arms, playfully smirking. You look at him confused as you wonder what he's talking about. 

-"Then I shall make a better one!" Riddle exclaims competitively and playfully, as he soon makes his way away from you to a new spot as he starts on his snowman. You smile as you watch his determination to make a better snowman than you. It takes a few minutes but he then stretches and looks at his work full of pride. Showing off his snowman to you... except that this snowman was tinnier than your original one. The shape of the snowman's body also being way off.. . .

-A few minutes later you and Riddle then walk together back to your dorm. Stopping in front of the door as you look at him. "Are you sure you don't want to come inside Riddle?" You ask as you twist the door knob in your hand. Riddle then flashes you a quick smile as he nods, "I supposed I have some time left..."

-You both then go inside the Ramshackle dorm towards the lounge area. As you then sit down you start opening your arms for a hug, in which Riddle happily comes inside your arms. "This is quite nice if I say so myself..." He whispers to himself as he looks to the side in shyness. A hint of redness spreads on his cheeks are you both begin to get warm from each other's embrace.

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[urmanzack]

i had an idea... for malleus.... imagine attending the school ball dance or something im not sure with him.... meow

May I have this dance?

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Summary: At the end of every year, Night Raven College hosts a winter ball before the long break. With all your friends abandoning you, you’re left with a last minute date with a guy you’ve never even met. Let’s just say, it didn’t go to plan. However, there’s someone you’ve been eyeing off for a while now. Maybe this is your chance to talk to him? Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Characters: Malleus Draconia Warnings: Insecurity A/N: anon when i catch you. this is gonna be 2-3 parts, this first one more setting the scene

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You heaved a sigh, sitting on the cold steps. Today was the night of the NRC winter ball, classes had gone by leisurely because everyone was too ecstatic to stay focused— which didn’t go down well with Professor Crewel. Gosh, even the teachers seemed excited. It was truly the event of the year.

And you? Were dressed up for nothing.

The chilly night air filled your lungs, as if a ghost was trying to comfort you because your friends certainly weren’t going to.

A Savanaclaw boy had originally asked you out to the dance, obviously not wanting to be alone; you accepted despite not knowing him. Look where that got you now. A stupid, last minute date that didn’t even show up.

It must’ve been a dare. How could I have been so foolish?

You felt so disappointed, deep down you’d been looking forward to this. Deep, deep down that familiar sadness was brewing inside you threatening to swallow you whole. Oh, how it was sickening. Tears threatened to fall, but just because your eyes were dry! Nothing else. Nothing at all. You weren’t looking forward to this at all. You didn’t care.

Ballroom music caught your attention, a small, sad smile peeked at your lips. Hopefully your friends were having fun, and not sitting outside like a complete loser.

Hmm… maybe I should just go look for them. I can’t return to my dorm like this can I?

Your mind was made up. A little burst of confidence helped you stand up, pulling yourself off the stone steps and stand at the halls entrance. You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath.

No more than an hour. And certainly no dancing.

‿︵‿︵‿ ୨♡୧ ‿︵‿︵‿

Inside was gorgeous, you couldn’t deny the amount of sheer effort put into the design of the ballroom. The student council committee had worked hard, and it showed.

Soft snow glittered on the floor, set up in the corners as little mounds. The lighting was like rays of moonlight, reflecting off of your eyes. The whole hall was very well put together. It looked elegant, similar to a scene from a fantasy movie.

However— cheap blue party streamers hung from the ceiling showing it wasn’t all that fancy.

With other people dancing, chatting away with their friend groups, kissing their partners in their matching prom outfits… you couldn’t help but feel alone, and a tiny bit self conscious. Was anyone noticing you standing around by yourself?

I’ll just find someone I can talk to, or hang around. Where’s my group anyway?

Although. After wandering in the shadows for ages, this wasn’t working. You glanced down at your feet, kicking the blue streamers. This was awkward.

No signs of my friends, or Malleus.

Oh, Malleus. Diasomnia’s dorm leader was so dreamy.

Your eyes drifted to the punch table that seemed very tempting right now. No one was loitering there, so you wouldn’t get caught in conversation with someone you didn’t know.

I’m already here…

Just one drink, and then you’d leave… right?

Wrong.

You were on your third cup of fruit punch. Music beat loudly in the background, it wasn’t interesting enough to focus on. Just party music, sounding more to a blur. You sighed. This whole thing had been a fluke, abandoned by your date and friends… it didn’t feel good. It was a hollow feeling that left a lump in your throat you couldn’t swallow. The lights became all fuzzy as you began dwelling in your thoughts.

Malleus.

Oh so perfect Malleus, you couldn’t help but wonder what he’d think of you in this attire?

Actually, was he even here? Surely Diasomnia would tell him about the one and only Winter ball. As third years, this was something that was celebrated yearly. But this one was different. It was your last year at Night Raven College, it was special. And for Malleus… surely Lilia would make sure he knew it was today. If not the classrooms and dorms being empty should be a big enough clue.

In complete honesty, you’d secretly been hoping he’d ask you out to the ball. The disappointment when he didn’t was… immeasurable.

So instead I made the mistake of trying to ask him. As if I had a chance. You thought bitterly, digging your nails into the side of the plastic cup.

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[the-travelling-witch]

𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐦: 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞

pairing: jamil x gn! reader

prompt: snowball fight

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The temperature difference between Scarabia dorm and the school campus should be illegal, in your opinion. To go from dry heat to below freezing point in a matter of seconds could not be good for you. You thought there were fairies here to keep this from happening, so you wouldn't be surprised if any second your beloved and most generous headmaster would pop up and ask you to fix his problems. Time to savour what was left of your peace.

“Make sure you don’t slip,” Jamil spoke next to you, turning to you to check if your scarf was tightly wrapped. Then he extended a hand towards you. “Here, you can hold onto me.”

“So that both of us fall on our asses? Sure,” you laughed, happily intertwining your gloved hands with his. “We could also just turn back and I spent the night over at Scarabia. Grim can fend for himself for a day.”

“As much as I’d like to say yes, I don’t think Kalim can fend for himself for that long,” Jamil sighed. You squeezed his hand reassuringly as your feet crunched over the freshly fallen snow, which made the campus look like a winter wonderland. Except for Ramshackle. Ramshackle somehow appeared even more desolated than the rest of the year.

“I’d put up with him if it means I can spend more time with you,” you said only for Jamil to tug you a little closer.

“No, I want to spend time with you when it’s just the two of us.” The words left his lips before he could think them over, which was very uncharacteristic for him. But he really didn’t want to share you with anyone, like he always had to with everything else he had before. “Ah sorry… That came out a little forcefully.”

“I don’t mind, it’s nice to see you a little selfish from time to time. Especially when it’s with me,” you winked at him. He was about to respond when you stopped and pointed and pointed at his shoes. “Hey, your lace came undone.”

“Huh? Oh, you’re right.” While Jamil bent down to fix it, you crouched down as well, just outside his field of vision. By the time he rose to his feet again, you had already pressed the snow between your hands into a ball. Just as anticipated he turned around to look for you, seeing the snow in your hands. “What the-”

Before he could finish his question, the snowball had already hit him square in the face.

“Jamil, you should have seen your face.” You had a hard time standing, your knees buckling as you curled up with laughter. Then you shrieked as a heap of snow landed in the crook of your neck, the magic pen in your boyfriend’s hand glowing.

“Well, now we match,” he grinned, lifting his hand again to send another burst of snow at you but this time you were prepared and dodged just in the nick of time. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you smirked back, already forming another snowball, “I didn’t know I was going up against a coward. Can’t even throw a bit of snow without magic?”

“I’ll make you eat those words,” Jamil took up your challenge as he pocketed his pen.

Not so surprisingly, Jamil turned out to be fierce competition even without magic, the muscles in his arms apparently not just for show. Unlike normally, he also had no reason to hold back against you to preserve his image, so you hid between tree after tree to shield yourself, firing back just as vigorously. The way leading up to your dorm filled with your child-like laughter and you would freeze this moment in time if you could, exhilarated to see this side of your usually serious boyfriend.

As you rested your back against the cold bark to catch your breath, you planned your next attack, listening to his sounds. When it was eerily quiet, you spied around the tree trunk only to see him nowhere.

A chill ran down the back of your spine. Literally. There was a bout of laughter behind you at your shriek, Jamil having snuck up behind you and bathed your neck in another snowy assault. 

“Give up yet?” He grinned at you, taking a step towards you.

“No, never,” you stubbornly responded, only for your world to shift when you stepped on a frozen root hiding under the snow.

You braced yourself for a painful fall which never came. Instead, you landed somewhat softly on a sturdy chest, your hands instinctively having grabbed the front of Jamil’s coat. Your knight in shining armour, who’d quickly spun you around to shield you, groaned a little under you as he adjusted the way he was lying.

“Oh Great Seven, Jamil, are you okay?” You fretted, pushing yourself up a little to push his bangs from his eyes and check the back of his head for a sign of an injury. “Why did you do that? You could’ve gotten seriously hurt!”

“So could’ve you,” Jamil chuckled a little breathlessly. His grey eyes showed no sign of pain, only fondness, as he looked up at you and you became aware of his arm draped over your waist. “And unlike me, you can’t cushion your fall with magic. I’m just making good on my promise to protect you, even if it’s from your own clumsiness.”

“How can you be so sweet and so infuriating at the same time?” Without any actual malice, you huffed at his words. Even laying in the snow like this, Jamil looked gorgeous with his dark hair splayed out around him in the white snow, glimmering stars caught in the strands and his breath forming little clouds that hung between you before dissipating. “Still, thank you for saving me.”

You pressed a quick kiss to the cold tip of his nose, relishing in the way his eyes widened for a second before they avoided your gaze, only to return to you at the sound of your laughter. He mumbled something akin to ‘Don’t mention it’ and the warmth curling around your heart was almost enough to warm your entire body.

Almost.

“Perhaps, I should stay in Scarabia after all to dry off,” you chuckled sheepishly as you detangled your limbs from his and pulled him to his feet with you. Patting some of the snow from his back, you let him adjust your scarf again. “No other reason, of course.”

“It might be for the better. Objectively speaking, obviously. Catching a cold would do neither of us any good, after all,” Jamil corroborated your theory, with a pensive face. “The tea and warming food would be far more beneficial than the withered walls of Ramshackle.”

Grinning, you intertwined your hands once more as you headed back the way you came, thanking the snow silently.

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[shaynawrites23]

I feel like Sirius Black was classically taught how to dance. Could you do a HC based on the reader not being good at it so when somone asks her to the yule ball infant of her friends she said no then tells the marauders she can't dance so she won't be going.

I Don't Dance... Or Do I?

Sirius Black x reader

Word count: 877

A/N: i turned this into a fic instead bc i was feeling the format more than a HC, hope you don't mind! it also turned out longer than expected lol

You love and hate the Yule season.

Love, because all the most gorgeous ballgowns go on sale, the excitement is palpable in the air, and the school grounds always resemble a winter wonderland straight out of a fairytale.

Hate, because the big event is a ball, and you can't dance.

Well, strictly speaking, you can. You're not very good at it, though; you always end up at least two steps behind your partner even when you swear you did everything exactly as all the other girls did. It's a sight, watching you flounder on the dance floor attempting to catch up, and it's a sight you refuse to give Hogwarts the pleasure of.

So usually, you skip the ball.

Or sometimes, you sneak in for a few minutes, just long enough to soak up the atmosphere before you go back to ensuring nobody asks you to dance. Which they can't if you're far, far away from the dance floor. The harder part, honestly, is coming up with reasons not to go if someone asks you to the ball.

This year is no different. You manage to dodge the few invitations you receive; your potential dates suffer the case of disappointment that so often accompanies (gentle) rejection, but you know they'll get over it. And as the Yule Ball grows ever closer, you're beginning to believe you're in the clear for yet another year. Your secret is safe, just as you wanted it to be.

Until someone asks you in front of your friends.

The boy—you can't even remember his name, that's how little you've spoken to him—takes your answer as expected, and while you do feel a twinge of guilt for turning him down like that, your fear of humiliation is stronger.

"You're not going to the ball?" Is this the first time your friends realize you aren't going? See you turn down a date to the biggest event of the winter season? Judging from their reaction and the three pairs of incredulous eyes on you, it probably is.

"No," you huff, sitting back down on the floor of the common room, where you'd been sitting when what's-his-name approached you, and you lean your head against Sirius' thigh. Sirius, who only smiles and pets your head affectionately from where he's taking up half the couch.

When you don't offer any further clarification, the boys share a look, and you swear you can pinpoint the moment they decide they want to hear the reason.

"Well, why on earth not? You love Yule, and as Sirius here always says, you'd look beautiful in a gown." James skillfully dodges the pillow Sirius throws at his head. Sirius concludes James has had too much practice dodging bludgers during Quidditch.

"Would you believe me if I said I just don't feel like going?"

The reason feels weak already on your tongue, and you gather from their similarly raised eyebrows that the answer is no. Darn it.

"You don't have to go," Remus starts, "but if you don't, we'd like to know why so we know you aren't missing on the fun over a small thing we could have helped with."

Fun. The Yule Ball does sound like fun, a lovely night off among all the beautifully dressed students and faculty alike, enjoying the decorations and the music and the atmosphere...

"I can't dance," you groan into Sirius' thigh before you can help yourself. "I can't dance, and it's a ball, and I don't want to humiliate myself in the middle of the dance floor."

Because the fear of the embarrassment far outweighs your desire to take part in the festivities.

"Is that all?" You look up for just long enough to see Remus' surprised expression, mixed with something that looks half-smug, the way he does whenever he wins complicated debates. "See, I knew it'd be something solveable. Just have Sirius teach you. Then you'll know how to dance, and you can come to the ball."

"Sirius?"

"Despite what you might think, princess, I am qualified to teach ballroom dancing. Or to take you to the ball. Or both," the boy in question chimes in with a wink. The disbelief must still be plain on your face, because he adds, "All members of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black are formally trained in more styles of formal dancing than I want to count. You've heard tales of my mother, do you really think she'd be able to live with anything less?"

That is a good point. Sometimes, it's easy to forget Sirius' high-society upbringing. And honestly, what do you have to lose?

"You'd really teach me?"

"Would the condition of going to the ball as my date be pushing my luck too far?"

That one, you don't even have to think about. Who wouldn't want to go to the ball on Sirius Black's arm?

"No, Siri," you laugh, using your hand on his leg to help you sit up. "But you better teach me properly."

"Don't worry, princess," he chuckles. "You won't be disappointed."

That evening, when you receive your first dance lesson from Sirius Black, you can only conclude he isn't as good a teacher as he made himself out to be.

He's better.

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[igotanidea]

Lights: Matt Murdock x reader

Christmas bingo day 4: lights

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Of all the christmas decorations Y/N loved lights the most.

She was one of those people who are more than happy to retreive the light chains In the middle of November, put them around the house (both inside and outside), creating a magical atmosphere and enjoying long, cold autumn/winter evenings while sipping hot chocolate under the weighted blanket with multicolored mini bulbs everywhere.

Maybe it had something to do with her character, after all, there was a reason why Matt used to call her a firefly.

But-

There was one thing that casted a shadow on her little light affection.

Matt couldn’t see them.

So how was she supposed to enjoy it fully when the most important person in her life was stripped of the view of iluminated christmas tree and the multishaped christmas decorations set all over town? Obviously he never seemed to care, rather reconciled with the accident that happened so many years ago leaving him blind, but still - being unable to share the experience to the full extend was like a scar on heart.

It was yearly tradition, that every December Karen, Foggy, Matt and Y/N attended the NY light show to feel the christmas amosphere and be a part of something extraordinary that helped them get away from everyday’s trouble. Obviously, for many, it was also the perfect opportunity to spend time with long-unsee friends and family, cause the event surely attracted people from across the globe. And yet again – it made Y/N question the choice and coming out with multiple, improbable excuses to not go this particular year.

„Don’t be silly Y/N, it’s tradition!” Foggy grabbed his heart feigning heart attack upon hearing another faint argument coming from his friend. „You’re not sick, all your limbs are fully functional, the only part of you that seems to overwire is your brain if you think we’re letting you break the rules. You’re coming.”

Try to argue with a lawyer.

She should have known better.

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It was amazing.

Every little detail was perfectly perfect, starting from the alley leading to the main showplace, that was festooned with lanters, through the path freshly cleared from snow ending on lit up ice sculptures.

Y/N could barely hide her excitement, squeezing Matt’s hands in her gloved one, turning around and spinning with eyes wide opened, taking in all the attractions of this winder wonderland out of space and time.  Trying her best to ignore amused gazes coming from Karen and Foggy, who, year after year called her a flurried kid.

Matt just kept quiet shaking head a little with his tiny sinature smile that showed his affection to the ball of positive energy that Y/N was.

„Hey Mattie, wait a moment” she grabbed his hand a little tighter making him stop letting Karen and Foggy walk by

„What is it sunshine?” he turned his head towards her, not stopping smiling. Even though he could not possibly see the concerned and a little awkward expression on her face he somehow sensed the change in her attitude and the grin slowly gave way to confused frown „hey, are you all right?” his hand found a way to her cheek rubbing it gently „thought you were enjoying being here?”

„I am! I am, it’s just – „ she insinctively leaned into his touch enjoying the warmth. „we don’t actually have to attend the show if-?”

She didn;t get to finish as Matt dragged her away from the main path, cleatly wanting some privacy to have a word. Once they dived between the trees and no one could hear them he turned to face her again.

„Talk to me. Why the sudden change of mood, Y/N? You love this show. You love the lights and all those backlit reindeer figurines. I already bought you one as a christmas gift. So what is it?”

„I wish I could share the view with you…” she whispered looking at the ground and kicking some snow awkwardly.

„You could descibe it to me…” he smiled, grabbing her shoulders and holding to him.

„I’m not a poet or a writer, I don’t think I can find the right words to do so…..”

„Ok then, I need you to do me a favor, all right?”

„Sure…” she whispered, her voice stuttering a little from everything she was feeling at the moment.

„I need you to take a look around, ok? Nothing more, just take a look around, no words needed. Can you do that?”

„I guess….?”

And once she started taking in all the surroundings, getting lost in them she didn’t notice the wide grin forming on Matt’s face. Not until he grabbed her from behind making her jump a little.

„I love you.” He muttered into her hair kissing her temple.

„I love you too, but what-?” Y/n spun around so that they were facing each other, Matt’s hold on her not faltering in the slightest.

„I can hear your heart beating faster Y/N. I can feel your skin getting warmer. I can almost sense your happiness coming from every pore in your skin, so how can I possibly be upset just because I can’t see the lights? You’re my light Y/N. You’re my light in the darkness….”

„Matt, I -”

„hush, little one. Don’t speak.” He leaned his forehead on hers, brushing her upper lip with his thumb  bringing a shy, loving smile on her face „There it is. The best part of being here with you… Just let me enjoy this…”

„You’re a hopeless romantic, you know that?” she whispered through her emotion-clenched throat

„Mhm… And I know you let Karen and Foggy get Ahead of us for a reason, sweetheart. I think you’ll be missing this year’s show after all, cause I’m keeping you here all to myself. Under those buzzing christmas lights.”

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[psychedelic-ink]

We Fall Like Snow ║ Part V

series summary: After the events that took place at the Cliff Beasts set, needless to say as his bodyguard (and friend) you became overprotective of Dieter. You have all your worries under control until you accidentally flip over a young fan by grabbing her wrist, causing the media to stir with speculations as to why. Luckily Dieter's family arrives in the nick of time, scooping you both from New York to their cozy cabin; however winter wonderland can't last forever and you need to face the consequences of your actions sooner or later.

pairing: Dieter Bravo x bodyguard!ofc; Amina Addams, written in reader format

chapter summary: Dieter and Everett are in disagreement about what Dieter should do when it comes to his relationship with you. Tension between you and Dieter raises during the masked ball.

word count: 4.7k

chapter warnings: piv, possesive!dieter, rough/angry sex, bathroom sex, dirty talking, a hint of degradation, misunderstandings, mutual pining, mirror sex, hair pulling, biting, angst towards the end

a/n: WELCOME TO THE BRIDGERTON EPISODE! 🤣 this chapter was inspired by @fuckyeahdindjarin 's amazing fic Anachronisms which is Bridgerton themed and I highly encourage everyone to go and read it ❤️ at his point this is just me putting every cliche I like into one series, enjoy!

**dividers by the amazing @saradika

Dieter isn’t a fan of the situation he’s found himself in. 

First of all, there’s the matter of you. You confuse him endlessly, your words the complete opposite of what your body is telling him. You behave one way, but speak another. Last night after the phone call, you had no issue with kissing him—Sure, it could be argued that you’d done it due to the mistletoe rules, but Dieter knows you, and if you didn’t want to kiss him you wouldn’t have. But at the same time, you keep acting as if all of this is going to end sometime soon, and that scares the ever-living shit out of him. 

He doesn’t want it to end. He’s extremely happy being a part of your personal life; he’s a huge fan of the way you look at him with those big doe eyes, always looking so confused, yet enamored with him at the same time. 

Dieter’s not sure how all of this is supposed to work when you go back. It’s easy for him; he’s been living this chaotic lifestyle for a while now, but he knows it’s an issue for you. He’s happy you’ve been distancing yourself from social media because he checked and it’s safe to say you would freak if you saw what people are saying. Most of his fanbase loved you, but an equal number of people didn’t. He knows he really shouldn’t be looking at what people are saying either, but he can’t help himself. 

And now, among all this emotional wreckage, he has to wrestle Everett. 

He’s been saying no to a match for years, he would’ve said no again if it wasn’t for you and your determination. He still feels the ghost of your body pressed against his when he managed to knock you to the ground; all the blood had rushed to his cock, and you luckily didn’t seem to notice. 

“You’re distracted,” Everett says, putting another mat down on the ground. Dieter isn’t sure why they had to do it outside, his mom said it would be easier for all of them. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you,” 

Dieter snorts, “As if I need luck,” 

Briefly, he sees your silhouette alongside his dad’s through the window. Warmth blossoms in his chest, a soft smile tugging at his heartstrings as his gaze grows soft. 

“You seem confident, it’s a good look on you,” he grins. “I guess you’re planning on defeating me with the power of love,” 

Dieter’s head snaps back to meet his cousin’s gaze, Everett wiggles his eyebrows and in return, Dieter rolls his eyes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” 

“Please, I see the way you look at her,” Everett gestures to the window ben when Dieter turns back to look you’re not there anymore. “She’s totally into you too, don’t worry,” 

“You think so?” 

“I wish I had taken a video of the two of you singing, literal sparks were flying in the air. It was magical,” 

“Oh, shut up,” he grunts, laying down another mat. “I’m never singing again.” 

“So you’re telling me the two of you aren’t dating?” 

“Nope.” Dieter hates the way bitterness is heavy in his voice but he can’t just help it. “She’s acting as if everything is going to go back to normal and I don’t think I can do that,” 

“Have you tried talking to her about it?” 

“She’s not into me that way. It’s just…physical.” 

“That’s not what I asked.” 

Dieter sighs and shakes his head, “No, I have not tried talking to her about it.” 

“Why not?” 

“Just drop it, Everett. I don’t want to talk about it. She’s just not into me.” Without thinking he adds. “Not everyone is like you,” 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” 

“Just forget it.” 

“Forget it?” he shakes his head and crowds Dieter’s space. He’s taller, always has been. “You can’t just say shit and then throw a pity party for yourself. If you have a problem, speak up,” 

“Fine,” Dieter hisses out. “Not all of us are perfect like you, okay? Not everyone falls for us in a minute as soon as we open out mouths—” 

“God, this again,” Everett steps back, which makes Dieter realize he’d been holding his breath. “Dieter, you’re one of the most famous actors in Hollywood. People love you.” 

“The issue isn’t that people don’t love me. The issue is that no one actually cares,” 

“We do—I do. Maybe if you’d called more, or at least return my calls, we could’ve talked it out,” 

“I have enough people feeling sorry for me. I don’t need you to do the same,” 

“Is this why you didn’t come here last year?” 

“I was working! Why is that so hard to understand!” 

“Is everything alright?”

Both their heads snap towards the voice. It’s you, his mom and dad trailing behind you. You don’t even know what’s happening but you’re eyeing Everett suspiciously as if you’ve already decided that he’s in the wrong. The urge to wrap his arm around you overwhelms him and blood pools underneath his fingernails. He exhales from his mouth and steam curls from between his lips as if he’s inhaled smoke. 

“Everything’s fine,” Dieter says, looking away. “We can start the match now.” 

Everett and Dieter grapple, their muscles straining as they fight for dominance on the wrestling mat. Beads of sweat drip down their brows, blending with the snowflakes that dance around them.

Dieter's mom and dad sit on the sidelines, their cheers ringing out into the frosty air. Not wanting to pick favorites, they cheer for both of them—Dieter isn’t sure what he feels about that. But at least you have a clear favorite, which makes his heart soar. 

You stand at the edge of the mat, your voice joining the chorus of support. "Don't give up, Dieter! You can do it!"

Despite his best efforts, Dieter can't seem to best his cousin. Everett towers over him, his build more muscular and imposing. Dieter struggles to keep up, the snow and sweat-slick beneath his feet. Everett puts Dieter in a headlock, his arms tight around Dieter's neck. Dieter struggles against him, trying to break free.

"You always let opportunities pass you by, Dieter," Everett says, his lips close to Dieter's ear. "You always let the good ones slip through your fingers."

Dieter's body reacts instantly to the anger that flares up inside him. His muscles tense, his heart pounding in his chest. He can feel the heat rising to his face. 

“Shut up,” he grunts, drops of sweat falling to the mat. “Shutupshutupshutup—”

Everett’s arms tighten around Dieter’s throat, blocking his air, “You can’t keep running away from yourself. You’re not a kid anymore,” 

His words strike a nerve but Dieter feels completely helpless. His chest feels tight, and he can barely breathe as he grips Everett's forearms, trying to break free.

But then Dieter catches a glimpse of you—You’re worried, mouthing ‘you can do it’ even though he’s on the brink of passing out. 

Something in your eyes gives him strength, and he finds renewed energy in his limbs. He pushes against Everett with a grunt, flips them both over, laying his weight heavy on top of Everett as he pins his cousin to the mat. 

Everett struggles beneath him, but Dieter's training kicks in. He remembers what you taught him and mimics it to his best capability. 

He locks Everett's arm in place and applies pressure, using all his strength to hold him down. Everett grunts in pain, his face contorting with the effort to break free. It's no use. Dieter has him pinned, and he knows it. Dieter grins when he speaks. 

“Come on, give up,”

“Fine, fine,” he coughs out and slams his hand against the mat. “You win.” 

As soon as Everett utters his defeat, Dieter collapses onto the snow-covered ground, his chest heaving with the exertion of the match. He doesn't even feel the chill seeping into his back as he lies there, staring up at the crystal blue sky above.

But then, your face comes into view, and the world becomes more beautiful. Your eyes are bright with concern as you kneel beside him, your hand gentle on his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" you ask.

Dieter nods, still trying to catch his breath. "I'm fine," he manages to gasp. "Just a little winded."

You smile, and the sight fills Dieter with warmth. He reaches up and takes your hand, holding onto it tightly. He feels his entire family staring at the both and he sees the urge you have to turn to face them. But Dieter squeezes your hand, keeping your gaze focused on him. 

“So,” he says. “Do you see me going through a career change? Do I have what it takes to become a bodyguard?” 

A chuckle escapes your lips and you grin from ear to ear, “We would need to work on your stance, but I don’t see why not.” you extend your hand and help him up. “Jokes aside, I’m proud of you. You were great,” 

“I’ll just lay here then,” Everett groans, raising his hand to the sky. “All alone left to die.” 

Dieter swallows down his laughter, “Always the dramatic one,” he says, knowing that he’s usually the dramatic one. “Here, take my hand,” 

With a smile Everett takes Dieter's hand and stands up, dusting the snow off his clothes. "Such a good sport," he coos. 

"Well, I can't have my favorite cousin laid out in the snow, now can I?"

Adaline and Claus come over and pat Everett on the back. "Don't feel too bad, Everett," Adaline says with a sympathetic smile. "You did your best out there."

"Yeah, and Dieter's just a little bit better," Claus adds with a wink. “I’m impressed!”

“The fact that you’re so shocked worries me a little,” Dieter mutters. “Have a little faith,” 

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I was sure from the start,” you cut in, stepping between them. “I’m always on your side.” 

"Come on, let's go get some hot cocoa," Adaline says, linking her arm through Everett's. "Besides, we need to get ready for tonight,"

Dieter sees your confusion when you briefly turn to glance at him. He shrugs and watches as you follow the rest of his family inside. 

The infamous masked ball. 

His mother dragged him to it every year, promising it would be fun— It never was. He already attends similar events left and right, and the last thing that he wants to do on vacation is be forced to smile all night. 

But…this time might be different. 

He has you now. 

You’re sitting on the bed in Dieter’s parent's bedroom. You watch as she rummages through her closet, finally pulling out a garment bag. She unzips it with a flourish, revealing a stunning ball gown.

“Really?” you ask, confusion crossing your face. “You bought this for me?” 

“Well, we knew you wouldn’t come here prepared to attend a ball,” she answers with a smile. “I asked Dieter for your measurements and when we went into town yesterday, I went and bought this. Think of it as an early Christmas present,” 

The dress is made of soft, lustrous satin in a rich shade of navy blue. The bodice is fitted, with a sweetheart neckline and delicate cap sleeves. The skirt is full and flowing, with layers of tulle and organza that create a sense of volume and movement. The back of the dress is low, with a row of tiny, sparkling buttons running down the center. Your fingertips dance along the fabric, it’s cold to the touch but also incredibly soft. 

“It’s beautiful. Thank you,” you lift your gaze and you see her staring down at you with a softened gaze, she looks so much like Dieter at that moment. “I wish Dieter told me. I didn’t get you guys anything,” 

The bed dips as she sits next to you, she places her hand over yours and squeezes. 

“You’ve done enough, honey. For the first time, I’m seeing Dieter genuinely happy,” she sighs and shakes her head, her voice cracks when she continues. “Ever since he was a boy, Dieter has carried a bit of sadness in him. I’m not sure what caused it—Maybe we did something wrong, I don’t know. But I’m happy to see that he finally found someone who sees the brilliance in him as we do. He’s a kind boy, probably a bit too kind for the world he lives in currently—It’s good to see that he’s not completely alone,” 

“Adaline…” 

She raises her hand, her smile everlasting. “You don’t need to say anything, dear. Or explain yourself. I just wanted you to know that we trust you.” 

You’re overwhelmed. Your cheeks are warm and you can feel sweat building right above your tailbone. A weight has been placed upon your shoulders and you have no idea how to move —or be you —with this newly added weight. You part your lips to say something, anything to remove the sudden burden but before you can, Adaline rises to her feet and heads for the closet. 

“One more thing,” she coos. “And this might be a bit extra, but it’s a masked ball so…” She places a box on your lap, right above the dress, and you stare at her with confusion. “Open it. There are two masks in there, one for Dieter and one for you. We bought them in Venice during our honeymoon,” 

“I…I can’t accept this,” 

She snorts, and you blink with surprise. “I’m not gifting it to you,” she says, crossing her arms. “You don’t need to get all flustered. It’s a loan, don’t let anything happen to it,” 

The humor in her tone forces your stiff body to relax slightly, your head falls forward as you look back down at the box with a smile. 

As you lift the lid of the box, you are immediately struck by the beauty of the masks inside. The first mask is black, with a sleek, refined design. The base of the mask is made of shimmering black satin, and there are long, black feathers sticking out from the top. The crown of the mask is adorned with a golden lyre, a musical instrument with a beautiful, ethereal sound. On either side of the lyre, there are two koala bears, holding the neck of the lyre like they would a piece of bamboo. The overall effect is elegant and sophisticated. And adorable.

The second mask is white and gold, with a more simple, yet still elegant design. The base of the mask is made of shimmering white satin, and there are delicate gold filigree patterns etched into the surface. The mask is adorned with sparkling crystal-like stones, which seem to be forming a halo around the edges. The overall effect is like a crystal forest, with trees and branches of light and sparkle. This mask is more romantic than the other. 

“Beautiful aren’t they?” Adaline grins. “Don’t get attached,” 

You laugh at her words; a wild, curt sound that manages to surprise you. “Don’t worry, I won’t. I’ll be sure to give this to Dieter, thank you.” 

You stand outside in the snow, huddled together with Dieter's parents and cousin. You are all dressed in your finest attire, with Dieter's mom wearing a lavish ball gown in a rich shade of red, and his dad looking dapper in a tailored black suit. You’re wearing the dress Adeline had gifted you, and while you’re not used to wearing such fancy clothing, you’re certainly not opposed to it. You feel good, which convinces you that you look good. 

The snow is falling gently around you, dusting the ground with a blanket of white. It is beautiful, yet also a bit eerie, with the flakes swirling in the air and the trees creaking in the wind. You shiver a little, despite your warm coat, and you wish that Dieter would hurry up. You smile as you click your tongue; always late, this one. 

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Dieter emerges from the house, looking resplendent in a long dress jacket that goes all the way to his knees. He’s wearing nice shoes and a white button-up shirt with a bowtie, but despite his polished appearance, his hair is still a mess— which you adore, especially when you remember how those soft locks felt between your fingers, while he was between your legs.

As he approaches, you can't help but feel your heart drop. Your lips part, a soft gasp making its way out in the form of warm steam. Dieter catches your gaze and gives you a small smile that makes you want to topple over and bury your head in the snow. You’re being burned from the inside out, the heat making you completely forget where you are. 

“Finally, we can go now,” Everett says, turning smoothly on one heel. 

You and Dieter both stand still under the snow, your gazes at each other calculating, assessing what to do next. His eyes move across your body, taking in every detail of your form. A violent shudder overcomes you. Then, without prompting, he offers you his arm.

“You look beautiful,” he says in one exhaled breath. 

“So do you.” 

The pair of you are suspended in time, your chests heaving breaths in unison. You see white snow decorating his hair and you lean forward to brush the cold away, before you can he touches your fingers and brings your hand to his mouth, lips brushing your skin. 

The moment is broken by the loud honk of the car. 

You and Dieter enter the luxurious cabin-like venue, and you are struck by its cozy, yet opulent atmosphere. The ballroom is spacious and bright, with walls made entirely of windows that offer breathtaking views of the snowy landscape outside. The decor is a blend of rustic charm and delicate lace, with plush white furnishings, floral patterns, and warm candlelight flickering about.

You look around and see that everyone is dressed in their finest attire. The men are handsome in tailored suits in shades of black and navy, while the women are gracefully adorned in elegant ball gowns of pastel pinks and blues, deep purples and reds, and other rich hues. Everyone with a matching elegant mask. Many of the gowns are adorned with intricate details, adding to the vintage, romantic atmosphere of the ball.

The music is provided by a live orchestra, which plays a harmonious blend of classical pieces and modern hits. As you and Dieter make your way to the bar, Adaline and Claus go to greet friends and Everett seems to be flirting with a charmingly dressed man with brown eyes and hair. 

Dieter offers you a glass of wine and you take it with gratitude, the two of you observing the crowd. 

“This is a bit more glamorous than I expected,” 

“It would be awkward wearing such fancy things if it wasn’t,” Dieter answers, leaning against the wall behind you. “This is why I don’t really like coming to these. They host it every year,” 

“Your mom forces you to come, huh?” 

“Exactly,” he says with a low chuckle, his eyes dropping down to his glass. “This year is a bit better though. I have you,” 

“Oh?” you coo, a smirk stretching across your face. “Are you saying you enjoy my company, Mr. Bravo?” 

“Always have,” 

As you stand with Dieter, watching the crowd dance and twirl before you, you feel a strange sensation wash over you. Your pinky extends towards him, almost of its own accord, and you feel his own pinky inch closer in response. The warmth of his skin seems to radiate through you, and you can't help but feel a sense of intimacy in this small, unspoken gesture.

You stand there, pinkies curled around each other, not acknowledging the moment but feeling a warmth at the tips of your fingers that spread throughout your bodies. The crowd swirls around you, a blur of color and movement, but all you can focus on is the quiet connection between you and Dieter. The music and laughter fade into the background as you stand there, little fingers entwined, feeling a deep and inexplicable bond with the man by your side. It's a moment that seems to stretch on forever, suspended in time, and you can't help but feel that everything else in the world has melted away, leaving only the two of you in this little bubble of intimacy.

Suddenly, Dieter asks you to dance with him, his voice breathy and heavy, his pupils dilated. You hesitate, feeling a sudden surge of panic. You're not a good dancer, you want to say, but the words get caught in your throat. But when you see his eyes locked to your from under the mask, you simply can't deny him.

"Come on," Dieter says, taking your hand and leading you toward the dance floor. "It'll be fun. I'll lead, you just follow my steps."

You follow him out onto the dance floor, your heart pounding in your chest. You feel awkward and out of place, but Dieter's hand on your waist is warm and reassuring. 

The music swells around you, a lively waltz that fills the ballroom with its energetic beat. You place your hand on Dieter's shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his jacket, and he takes your other hand in his own, his grip strong and sure.

“So, I wanted to talk to you about something,” he says, voice barely audible due to the music. “Honestly, it’s kind of stupid but Everett got into my head with it and now I feel like if I don’t say something I’ll miss out on something great,” 

You begin to dance, following Dieter's lead as he guides you around the floor. The other couples swirl around you, a blur of color and movement, but you are focused solely on Dieter, on the way he moves with such grace and confidence.

“You can tell me,” you prompt, despite the fact you feel like you probably shouldn’t. Your mouth goes dry when he twirls you. 

“It’s…about us.” He’s breathless as he speaks. “I want— I think— Fuck, this is hard..I think we should maybe…try this out,” 

“What out?” 

“You, me…the devil’s tango?” 

“Are you trying to say that we should try being in a relationship?” you ask, bewildered. “No, we can’t. I—I don’t think that’s a good idea,” 

“Why not?” 

As the music crescendos, Dieter twirls you out and then pulls you back in, your skirts on the floor and your dress swirling around you. 

“Because,” you gasp, trying to catch your breath. “Because we work together. Everything is already so complicated, Dieter. This stops when we return home,” 

“Fine.” 

Dieter dips you low, your dress fanning out around you as you hold the pose. You look up at him but he’s not looking at you. To be honest, you’re surprised he doesn’t drop you. You know that his anger will pass eventually; it has to. You convince yourself that he’s just caught up in the moment—and the sex. And the kissing. You have no idea what Everett told him, but clearly this isn’t Dieter talking. 

The music fades away, and he brings you back up, pulling you close as the song ends. You stand there, panting, not knowing what to do. He’s still scowling. Then, out of no where, he takes your hand and drags you out of the ballroom.

You find yourself in the overly lit bathroom, and he locks the door. Your hands are braced against the marble of the sink, the mirror wide and crystal clear in front of you. Before you can say anything, you feel the flush of his body. Dieter traces your neck with his lips, tongue tasting the salt of your skin as his hands roam your body. 

“You just want to fuck, don’t you,” he murmurs, his voice eerily emotionless. “I can give you something to fuck. You want me to?” 

You see his reflection in the mirror, his lips hovering an inch away from your neck, eyes staring directly into yours. You swallow. You’ve never seen him like this before, the calm before the storm. Your legs are trembling. You’re highly aware of the fact that you need to say no. 

But your words betray you. 

Dieter consumes you as soon as you give him the okay. He doesn't bother removing the masks, using them as a way to shield what he's feeling. His hands push up your skirt, your ass in full display. He leans down and sinks his teeth into the meat, a growl rattling his throat as you hiss at the sting of his teeth. His tongue doesn’t soothe the pain; instead, he moves his mouth to the other cheek, giving it a similarly harsh bite. 

“Gonna fuck you nice and hard,” he grunts, tugging down your panties. “You’re never going to be satisfied after me. Fucking never.” 

His fingers move between your folds, a whimper falls from your lips. 

“Already wet,” he groans, teeth sinking into the skin between your neck and shoulder. “So, this is really what you want. Not much time to get laid when you’re working all the time, huh?” 

Oh god, you’re spiraling. Falling into the depths of his fear and loneliness. His words are coming from a place of pain and weirdly so, his mother’s words echo in your head. But for the life of you, you can’t tell him to stop and talk it out. He feels too good, too much, all at once, but still not enough. You’re his. That’s always been the case in a way, but he doesn’t know that. You can tell what he’s thinking, what he’s trying to convince himself of. It’s your fault. You never should’ve let everything come to this. 

The rough drag of his fingers is replaced with his cock. Your back arches, your head falling to his shoulder as he grinds himself against you, the head of his cock brushing against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure washing over you.

"D-Dieter- oh god," you gasp, your mouth filling with saliva. You swallow again and again, trying to form words that die on the tip of your tongue.

There's a sharp tug at your hair, forcing your face towards the mirror. You see Dieter's reflection, hauntingly beautiful, and it’s all you can think about. Your pussy throbs at the promise he makes, and as he keeps your head in place with one hand, the other sneaks up your torso and pulls down the front of your dress. Your breasts spill out from the edges, and he eagerly squeezes the flesh, his fingers pinching your nipples.

He pushes himself deep inside of you, the sound echoing within the bathroom. You moan at the sensation, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Dieter's hands are rough and possessive as he touches you, and you can’t help but respond to it. You're lost in pleasure, completely at his mercy. Your body sings for him, his name falling from your lips repeatedly. Tension coils inside you, your orgasm builds as he thrusts into you, harder and faster. 

He breathes heavily into your skin, kissing the back of your neck. 

And then, with a cry, you come, your body shaking as Dieter holds you close. It’s quick and sudden. Neither of your expecting for you to come so quick. You're panting and sweating. When you look at him through the reflection, he doesn’t look happy; it almost looks like you’ve proven something he’s always thought to be true. 

He pulls out — briefly, you see hunger crossing his face — and he moans, the slick sounds of him fucking his fist reaching your warm ears. You watch, entranced, as his eyes flutter close, his jaw tense. He bites into his bottom lips when he comes, the feeling of something warm and sticky splashing across the small of your back. 

Dieter opens his eyes and you meet his gaze through the mirror. 

“Dieter—” 

“Sorry,” he groans, quickly waving his hand underneath the paper towel dispenser. It feels like sandpaper against your skin. “I’ll go. You don’t need to say anything.” 

He throws the balled-up paper towel as he makes his way out. You feel empty — satisfied, but lost. You think whether or not you’ve done the right thing, it feels like you’re on the wrong path. 

And all you can think of Adaline’s words: 

I’m happy to see that he finally found someone who sees the brilliance in him as we do.

He’s a kind boy, probably a bit too kind for the world he lives in currently.

It’s good to see that he’s not completely alone.

I just wanted you to know that we trust you.

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[lupinmoonlight]

Chocolate Kiss

Masterlist AO3

Summary - You attend the Yule Ball alone, feeling a mix of excitement and loneliness amidst the grandeur of the event. Your secret crush, Professor Lupin, approaches you with a playful offer of a chocolate, then invites you to dance on a moonlit balcony.

Note - I felt like writing something cheesy. This is totally something that would never happen but it's ok to dream OK? Also, I was trying to convey a "music from another room" kind of vibe and in my head, the song playing is Good Looking by Suki Waterhouse.

Warnings - teacher/student (of age), kissing, fluff.

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The Yule Ball was in full swing in the Great Hall. The room was transformed into a winter wonderland, with enchanted snowflakes gently falling from the ceiling and twinkling stars casting a warm, golden glow on the students below. Yet, in the midst of all the splendor, you felt as though you were in your own world, isolated from everyone else. It's not that you hated being alone. In fact, you had even decided to come to the ball alone. But at that moment, you were secretly hoping you had someone to share the magical evening with. 

You sat alone at an empty table in the dimly lit corner of the Great Hall, lost in your own thoughts when a gentle voice caught your attention. 

"Would you like a kiss, Y/N?" the warm voice inquired. 

Startled, you looked up and found yourself staring into the kind eyes of Professor Lupin, your heart fluttering in your chest. In his hand, he held a small, silver-wrapped Hershey's Kiss chocolate. The corners of his mouth curled into a warm smile, and his eyes twinkled with mischief. 

Your face flushed a deep shade of red as you laughed nervously. You kind of hoped he had not been talking about chocolate this time. You reached out and took the chocolate, your fingers brushing against his. 

"Thank you, Professor," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. You couldn't even bring yourself to look at him, it was too much. 

"Now, I don't suppose you'd like to join me for a dance?" he asked, extending his hand. 

You hesitated. You felt like you were about to combust and your knees could no longer be trusted to support you. 

"How about we dance outside? The night is lovely," he added, sensing your hesitation. 

Your heart raced, but you decided to take his hand. He led you outside onto a balcony overlooking the snow-covered grounds of Hogwarts, the moonlight casting a silvery glow on the scene. The music from the Great Hall could still be heard, reaching you as a distant, dreamy melody.

As his hands found a secure yet gentle hold around your waist, he led you in a slow waltz, pulling you close to him. His touch was soft and gentle, and you could feel the warmth radiating from his body. He seemed to move effortlessly, swaying you gracefully to the rhythm of the music. 

When the song came to an end, his eyes met yours, and you stood there for a moment, your breaths mingling in the crisp night air. He gently draped his cloak around your shoulders. You had not even realized you were shivering. The fabric was soft and warm, carrying the faint scent of cedarwood, old books, and something distinctly Lupin - a mixture of earthiness and a hint of sweet chocolate. The protective gesture made you feel safe and comforted. 

You felt your cheeks burn as he leaned in closer, his face mere inches from yours. You could see every detail of his features, from the lines of laughter around his eyes to the faint scars that crisscrossed his face. You could feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest. His scent was intoxicating, and you found yourself unable to look away. 

"Y/N," he whispered softly, his voice barely audible, "you didn't answer me earlier. Would you like a kiss?" This time, there was no chocolate in his hand. 

The atmosphere around you seemed to still as if time itself had stopped to witness this moment. The air was thick with anticipation, and your heart felt as though it might burst out from your chest. 

As his warm breath grazed your skin, you could feel your pulse quicken with anticipation. He moved in cautiously, his eyes studying your expression for any sign of uncertainty. Finding none, he gently cradled your face in his hands, his touch as tender as a whisper. His thumbs stroked your cheeks softly, and you found yourself leaning into his touch, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. 

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching yours, seeking permission to cross the line between professor and student. You nodded, ever so slightly, giving him the reassurance he needed. 

Slowly, almost reverently, he leaned in, closing the remaining distance. His lips brushed against yours tentatively at first. The roughness of his stubble against your skin was electrifying. Your breath hitched in your throat as you responded to the kiss, your own hands reaching up to rest on his chest. 

Emboldened by your reaction, he deepened the kiss, his lips moving against yours with more urgency. His hands moved from your face, tracing a path down your neck and shoulders, coming to rest on your waist. His touch was gentle, yet firm, as he pulled you closer, your bodies pressed together. 

He tilted his head slightly, his lips parting to explore the delicate contours of your mouth. His tongue traced your lower lip, seeking permission to enter, and you granted it. The heat between your bodies was almost unbearable, yet neither of you wanted to break away. 

The kiss was a delicate balance of passion and restraint, your actions fueled by the knowledge that you were both sharing a secret part of yourselves. It felt like a promise, a connection that transcended the boundaries of time and space. 

As you finally broke apart, you met his gaze, his eyes searching yours for any sign of regret. But all he found was desire and a newfound intimacy that you knew was forbidden, yet intoxicating. 

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #professor remus lupin #professor remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff #hp #hp fic #fluff

[allycat319]

Unlikely Affection Chapter 8: The Yule Ball and the Interesting Afterparty**

Authors Note: Tumblr is finally caught up,and the smut has arrived!

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you for reading so far and for the likes and reblogs!

I looked at myself in the mirror again, fiddling with my floor-length cream-colored skirt, spinning slowly in a circle. I smiled to myself as the golden celestial pattern shined through in the candlelight. The deep red bodice hugged me perfectly and the puffy sleeves made me feel like a medieval princess.

Normally getting dressed up and attending grand balls was more of an annoyance than a privilege, but this time was different. I was at Hogwarts instead of Rosbell Manor, surrounded by my friends instead of my Grandfather’s ministry companions and I was going to spend the night dancing instead of shaking hands and greeting everyone while my Grandfather discussed what he referred to as “confidential auror business”.

When I finally made my way down the stairs to the Great Hall, I met Edwin by the large ornate doors leading to the winter wonderland-decorated hall. Edwin had asked me to accompany him to the ball, mostly because he knew he could impress the Hufflepuff girl, Marigold Greenway with his dancing skills. He had an enormous crush on her but every time he got close to asking her out he lost all of his nerve.

When he looked at me his jaw dropped “Woah, I've seen you in these kinds of things before, but I think Iferous outdid himself this time.” He winked, holding out his arm for me to take. “Thank you, kind sir.” I laughed and accepted his arm.

We found a spot on the edge of the dancefloor, shoulder to shoulder with the rest of the crowd of students. Everyone was in complete awe of the scenery, it was so beautiful. The three large Christmas trees were littered with white snow, magical snowflakes fell from the charmed ceiling and the ice sculptures were in abundance. Every time I looked in a new direction, I found something beautiful to grab my attention.

Then I saw him, standing with the other teachers, the look of complete disgust for even having to be at this event plastered on his face. It had been about two weeks since I quit my position as his assistant, and I had spent most of the time actively trying to avoid him. Not that he noticed, he returned the favor by barely looking at me in class. I couldn't understand how he could act as though I am the one who wronged him by quitting when he treated me so poorly at the end of it.

I could feel the rage surging in my belly as I looked at him. I averted my eyes as he turned and looked in my direction. I gripped Edwin's arm tighter and he looked at me and then at Snape and just shook his head. “When are you planning to kiss and make up?” I shot him a glare “When he stops being an ass.”

Suddenly, we were pulled from our little spat as the Hogwarts orchestra began to play and the champions marched into the Great Hall and to the dancefloor with their partners for the first dance of the evening. Everyone was clapping madly until Professor Flitwick tapped his baton on the podium, signaling the band that they were about to begin.

The crowd of students fell silent as the waltz began to play and the champions began to dance. “I think Harry could have done with a few more dance lessons,” Edwin whispered in my ear and I giggled. The poor kid could fend off a dragon but had a horrible case of two left feet. “Poor Parvati.” I grimaced.

After the champions twirled around the dance floor for a few moments, they were joined by Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, everyone clapping as we watched them dance together. One by one more couples flooded the dance floor and to my shock, Edwin stepped out in front of me and held out his hand, bowing “Care to dance, mon cheri?” I smiled at his ridiculous display but took his hand.

He twirled me once before we began dancing the waltz with the rest of the couples. Edwin looked down at me as we danced and chuckled. I raised my eyebrow “What?” I asked and he made a subtle motion towards Snape with his head “He looks like one of Finnigan’s potions before it explodes.”

As we twirled I glanced over at the dungeon bat, Edwin was right… he was pissed. His hands were clenched at his sides and fury was evident in his eyes. “You're right. But I don't see why he is so pissed off.”

Edwin rolled his eyes “How thick are you?' ' he spun me before continuing “He likes you Aurora. Could you imagine having an intimate moment with someone you can never be with, trying to act like nothing ever happened while she parades around the castle with some incredibly handsome bloke her age?” I snorted at the last bit and he winked at me continuing his lecture “And now to top it all off, she is now at a ball, waltzing with said handsome bloke? I know you don't think he likes you, but how many signs are there going to be before you open those big blue eyes of yours?”

The waltz ended as Edwin finished talking and everyone that didn't join in clapped. He took my arm and led me to one of the tables. “I really don't know about this Eddie, What if you're wrong and I confront him? Then I make a huge fool of myself and still have to spend the next two years around him.”

Edwin and I argued quietly about me talking to Snape until the dinner was finished and the band ‘The Weird Sisters’ was announced. I’m pretty sure the entire castle was shaking with the squeals of the students as they ran to the dance floor. Edwin asked if I wanted to dance again and I shook my head, this was not my cup of tea, I am more of a gramophone classical girl.

While Edwin joined the mosh pit, I walked out of the Great Hall and towards the carriages in the courtyard. It was snowing and cold but the castle was incredibly beautiful at night and the stars were shining brightly.

“You will not be excused from lessons if you fall ill due to being outdoors without a cloak.” I jumped, turning around quickly. There stood Snape, his arms behind his back and a stone-cold expression etched on his face.

I placed my hand on my chest to try to calm my erratic heartbeat and glared at him. “It would be lovely if you could clear your throat or make some sort of noise when you creep up on someone… Professor.” He returned my catty tone with a huff, walking slowly to stand beside me.

“Why are you not enjoying the ball?” He asked after a moment.

“Not my type of music, I prefer a nice classical piece over screaming and yelling into a microphone,” I responded flatly, crossing my arms over my chest in an effort to warm myself up a bit.

We stood in silence for a few moments before I finally spoke up. “I spoke to Professor McGonagall. She seems to think you regret whatever you did that offended me. I would have you know that I was not offended by anything… I was merely fed up with you rebuking my assistance when it was my job to assist.”

“I gave no thought to you being upset with me Astrill. However, your indecent thoughts during class are highly inappropriate and need to be addressed.” My mouth fell open and I looked at him in utter shock.

“If you would stay out of my head, you wouldn't hear my thoughts.” I gritted my teeth, squeezing my arms tightly. “And due to the fact we are now speaking openly to one another, Edwin and I are not a thing… never have been, never will be. So you can stop acting like you are annoyed that he and I spend so much time together.” I continued, venom seethed from my voice.

Snape looked over at me, seemingly bored at my outburst. He was about to open his mouth to speak when two Ravenclaw boys burst from the door in front of us, horseplaying in the courtyard.

“This is not the place to discuss such things, We will continue this discussion in my office in thirty minutes.” I nodded, rolling my eyes “Fine, I will see you then.”

After telling Edwin that I was going to talk to Snape, I made my way to the dungeons.

I knocked softly on his office door, expecting to hear him instruct me to come in at a distance like every other time. But this time was different, he himself opened the door for me to enter. He stepped to the side so I could enter before he closed the door behind me. He pushed me against the door and kissed me hard. Pinning me between his body and the cold wood. It felt so good to finally give myself to him and I hoped that he wouldn't stop.

His kisses traveled down my neck and I was left gasping for air as his hands roamed my body over my dress. "Touch me, please," I begged and he smirked into my skin. "As you wish." He sank to his knees in front of me, bunching the skirt of my dress up in his hand and holding it against my waist. Guiding my leg over his shoulder, he gently kissed my mound over my knickers and I bit back a moan. My head fell back against the door in pure ecstasy from just his small touch of my heated flesh.

He pulled the black lace to the side, looking up at me for confirmation. When I nodded he delved in, licking and sucking on my bundle of nerves. I bit my lip, desperately trying to stop the moan that was threatening to come out. After a few moments of toe-curling pleasure, he stopped and rose to his feet. I groaned at the loss of contact, and he chuckled

“I want you bent over my desk, clothing off, except for your delicious little underthings… now.” He demanded

“Anything for you, sir,” I whispered playfully, grabbing his noticeable erection, before I walked over to his desk, my dress pooling onto the floor, leaving me in just my knickers and bra. He groaned when I bent over the dark wooden desk, my rear displayed to him. The nervousness washed over me when I felt his cotton trousers rub the backs of my thighs. His hands explored my body, running over my bottom, his fingers slipped into the waistband of my knickers, pulling them down to my knees, kissing up my thighs as he made his way back up, leaning against me so I could feel his hardness against my ass.

“I need you to be honest with me, pet.” He purred into my ear, kissing my earlobe. “Have you ever… been intimate with anyone?” I lifted my head a bit so I could see him over my shoulder.

“No sir.” I gasped as he rocked against me.

“I will go slowly, If you feel any discomfort you must tell me.” He whispered and I nodded.

“I must confess.” He began, kissing my shoulder and down my back “I have thought about this moment many times since the kiss in my chambers.” He moaned, situating himself on his knees between my legs. I whimpered when he guided me to spread my thighs apart, leaving me completely exposed to him.

"Be as loud as you like, no one will be able to hear your screams of pleasure." He growled before he ran his tongue through my dripping folds.

"Merlin!" I gasped, grabbing the edge of his desk.

I jumped slightly when I felt two of his fingers prodding my entrance. "Relax darling." I nodded and I could feel him stand again, his fingers still ghosting along my soaking sex. Finally, he slid those deliciously long fingers into me, my eyes rolled back in my head as I moaned loudly. “You are incredibly tight dear.” He groaned, his lips returning to my clit, sucking on it gently while his fingers continued stroking my insides. The sensation was completely foreign but it felt like I was floating on a cloud of euphoria and I was so close to release from just his fingers and his mouth, I couldn't imagine what it would be like to have him inside of me and I was so ready to find out.

I whined when he pulled his fingers out of me, giving my swollen clit one last kiss before standing up. His painfully hard erection pushed against my ass through his trousers. His hands traveled up my body, and when he reached my throat he tugged me gently so my back was arched against his front and his hand squeezed my throat softly, his breath tickled my ear when he whispered “Be a good girl and lay on the desk facing me. I want to watch your face when I slide my cock into you for the first time.” I groaned at his words, obeying his commands and sitting on his desk.

He kissed me hard, pushing my chest slightly, telling me to lay back on the desk. “Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?” He asks unbuttoning his trousers. I nodded, biting my lip as I watched him pull himself out of the confines of his cotton pants. “I need to hear you.” He demanded.

I whimpered when he stroked my folds with his hardness. Up and down, coating himself in my wetness. “Yes or no, Pet.” I was about to explode, I needed to feel him inside of me. My walls were pulsing with want and I couldn't imagine myself saying no to him at this point.

“Please,” I begged

“Please what?” He smirked, rubbing himself against me up and down again, only torturously slowly this time.

“Please, sir.” I groaned

Finally, he pushed himself inside of me and I squeezed my eyes closed, nervous to make eye contact. He stilled when he reached the deepest point, his tip bumping into my cervix. “How does that feel?” He asked, placing sweet kisses along my jawline.

“You feel amazing.” I breathed “Please keep going.” I begged, biting my lip.

“Open your eyes.” He whispered in my ear and my eyelids fluttered open. His dark eyes met my blue ones and he kissed me, pulling out ever so slowly and pushing back into me. My head fell back exposing my neck to more of his kisses while he fucked me.

The desk creaked at the force of his hips ramming into mine. He grits his teeth while he ruts into me and my body shakes with my imminent release. “Severus, please don't stop… I’m so close.” I whine and he fucks me harder, gripping my hips with enough pressure to bruise. “Cum for me… I want to feel you give yourself to me completely,” he grunts and I come undone at his words, my insides squeezing him like a vice. He reaches his peak only a few moments later, his body falling limp on top of mine. His sweat-covered forehead rested on mine as we breathed heavily together.

“That was-” he started but I cut him off

“Incredible.” I panted and he chuckled, placing a soft kiss on my lips.

After catching our breath, he stood and offered me his hand. When I took it, he pulled me up from the desk, my legs wobbling slightly and he chuckled. I adjusted my undergarments and he handed me my dress, which was now slightly dusty from being on the dungeon floor.

When I slipped on my dress, I felt him walk up behind me, kissing my neck as he zipped my dress for me. I hummed quietly and leaned into his kisses. "My sweet Little Star, how I longed for that moment." He whispered into my hair and I smiled, turning to face him.

Pulling out his wand, he pointed it towards me. Instantly my post-sex hair was returned to its previous state and my dress and makeup were back to being perfect. "And might I add, you look incredibly beautiful this evening." I curtsied and he smiled.

“Did you call me down here for this reason, or did you actually want to speak to me about our little disagreement?” I asked, sitting in the chair across from him.

“No, that was not planned, a bit of a spur-of-the-moment decision. However, If you would like to discuss our disagreement, we shall.” He gestured for me to start talking and I just shook my head. “I would prefer not to ruin such a glorious moment with talk of a stupid argument.” I smiled and he nodded in agreement.

“I don't believe I have to tell you that our activities this evening cannot leave this room.” He spoke seriously but I knew that he was not actually worried about me telling anyone. “Edwin will figure it out, I know he will. He has been saying you’re jealous of him and me for weeks, and now I disappear during the ball to speak to you in the dungeons, he may act like a dunderhead but he really isn't.”

“I suppose you are right, if he figures it out so be it, but do not outwardly tell him everything.” Snape stood, holding out his hand to me. I accepted and he pulled me gently from my chair and held me close to him.

“What exactly is ‘everything’ professor?” I asked and he kissed my forehead.

“I would like to say we are in a secret, monogamous, intimate relationship…That is if you will have me.”

I leaned up and kissed him slowly, when I pulled back he smiled down at me. “Is that a yes? I must impress upon you the importance of telling no one. You are my student and this is completely unethical but for some reason, I am drawn to your damned kindhearted spirit and I refuse to let you slip away.”

“I understand, and my answer is yes. However, I need to return to the ball before Edwin starts to get more suspicious.” He nodded and I kissed him again, taking his hands in mine and squeezing them softly before I made my way to the office door to leave.

“Oh and Miss Astrill.” I turned to look at him “I expect you to resume your post as my assistant, effective immediately.”

I laughed and rolled my eyes “I will see you tomorrow…Severus.”

#alan rickman #original character #severus snape #severus snape x oc #severus snape x reader #allycat writes #allycat319 #professor snape #snape smut #severus snape smut #professor snape smut

[justahopelessssromantic]

You Make it Feel Like Christmas

Here's my contribution to @notroosterbradshaw #hello december playlist challenge ispired by the song You Make it Feel Like Christmas by Gwen Stefani. This is just pure fluff Christmas fun. I'm so thankful I was able to come out of a little writers block and get this done! I hope you all enjoy 💖 Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates!

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x FemReader

Warnings: Pure Christmas Fluff

I want to thank the storm that brought the snow

The view outside the large picturesque window of the Seresin family cabin looked as if the place sat in the middle of a snow globe that had just been forcefully shaken. The flakes falling were beautiful, fluffy things falling down magically as if specially just for you.

Jake watched you from the living room sofa. Your face was so in awe of the winter wonderland before you. You couldn't look away. He however couldn't take his eyes off of you. Jake had been so in awe of you since that first day together after your deal. It was like a switch had been flipped for him from just friends to something more.

What brought you to Jake's family cabin started as an agreement between the two of you just mere months before at the Hardeck. What was supposed to be an effortless plan now turned into something much more for Jake. The deal was simple: both of you were single this year, him more miserably so than he'd care to admit after his latest breakup, and together would spend the holiday season as a pair this year so you wouldn't have to do any of the events of the season alone. Sort of like a Holidate is how you explained it to him from a movie you had seen on Netflix. You gave him the rundown on the rules and it sounded foolproof enough. Instead of spending the holiday alone you'd be each other's dates. No strings attached. Simple, right?

You then made him come over to your place and watch it with you so he'd grasp the rules of the arrangement better. If you were one thing it was thorough. He ended up enjoying the movie a lot but he wasn't going to let you know that.

"So after all this is over we're going to profess our love for one another?" He had asked. "What about the no strings attached part?"

"Well obviously that part we just disregard. It's just a movie, Jake." You waved him off with a hand. "Plus there is no chance in hell that I would ever fall for you."

Jake chuckled, settling deeper into his spot on your sofa. "Well good because I wouldn't fall for you either and I'd hate for things to get awkward after I'd have to let you down gently."

"Great, then it sounds like we have a deal."

But as the days went by with him spending more and more time with you he had fallen and fallen hard. And now there were all sorts of messy tangled strings everywhere and he had no idea how he was going to untangle the mess he had made.

Sweet gingerbread made with molasses

My heart skipped and I reacted

First on the agenda was your family's annual Christmas party where you'd exchange gifts and cookies over a delicious meal your grandma would make. So in preparation the two of you had to make two different kinds of cookies, four dozen each plus of course extras to give to the rest of the team.

You had your recipe book out reading the ingredients off to Jake as he set out everything that was needed for the sweet treats. The two of you would take turns reading the instructions while the other did the work until you had the dough perfectly set up.

You began rolling the dough into perfect little balls as you recited Elf, which you had turned on to watch as you baked, word for word. Jake of course made fun of you for it but you paid him no mind.

"The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear." You reminded him before joining along with Buddy the Elf. "I'm in a store and I'm singing" You belted out with him before receiving a face full of flour leaving you speechless.

"I'm so sorry," Jake did his best to keep his laughs in but it just wasn't working, "but I just had to stop that atrocity somehow."

You stared at him unblinking for what felt like forever. Jake began to sweat a little thinking his little prank had severely backfired and he'd be facing your full rage any moment now.

You raised your hand and he was preparing for a slap when smack there was the cold crack before the gooey contents of the egg you had snuck into your hand were now sliding down the side of his face.

"Oh it's on now."

Maybe ten minutes later the two of you sat on the kitchen floor amongst your mess exhausted from the food fight and laughter. Jake pulled a piece of shell out of his hair. "Lucky for me I heard raw egg is eggcelent for your hair."

You rolled your eyes at him. "You did not seriously just say eggcelent." You snorted with your laughter.

It was then that his heart skipped a beat.

Thought I was done for, thought that love had died

But you came along, I swear you saved my life

The drive up to the Seresin family cabin was a quiet one. Jake was too lost in his own thoughts while you slept peacefully in the passenger seat of his truck. He didn't know what he was going to do. He didn't want to ruin the incredible friendship he had with you.

He wasn't expecting to fall in love. He didn't think he'd feel it again after the last heartbreak but man he couldn't be happier or more terrified.

He decided he was going to tell you even if it didn't turn out as he had hoped. He just had to make sure you knew how he felt and that you saved his life.

Now it was the night before Christmas. You had just finished helping Jake and his mother clean up after dinner. You told her to go relax and you would handle the rest which Jake stayed behind to help you out. It was rather peaceful as he washed and you dried in harmonious silence. You had come to love his presence. It just felt natural at this point.

You finished up and both headed out to join everyone out on the deck for some hot cocoa under the stars. Everyone was staring at the two of you now where you had stopped.

"Look who is under the mistletoe!" Jake's mother pointed out to the two of you.

You looked up and sure enough someone had planted the mistletoe right where the two of you stood.

"You know what that means…" She encouraged the two of you. She was most certainly your biggest fan.

Put on the spot you didn't really feel like you had much choice here. Not that you really minded. You turned to Jake who was staring at you now trying to read his reaction to your predicament.

Now was his chance to say something. He opened his mouth to speak and suddenly all the words were stuck. He couldn't even get one word out. He was certain he looked like an idiot standing there. It felt like that moment was never ending, the two of you stuck frozen in time just staring at one another.

You decided to take charge making the first move. "Are you going to just stand there staring at me Jake or are you going to close the pretty little mouth of yours and kiss me already?"

You caught him off guard but thankfully he recovered quickly. You didn't have to tell him twice.

He swept you up in what most certainly could be described as the best kiss you had ever experienced simply taking your breath away before you parted.

His family's cheering was muffled around you. All your focus was on him who was grinning like an idiot mirroring your own expression as you held each other there.

"So much for never falling for me." He gloated.

"Oh shut up, you fell for me first."

I never thought I'd find a love like this

But I found forever in that very first kiss

✨You make it feel like Christmas✨

#hello december playlist challenge #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake hangman seresin

[artzychic27]

I love Ever After High AU!

What would the events be like? Like The Masked Ball, the Spring event, Adventures in Wonderland, The Dragon Games and Winter's Day?

Welcome to Ever After High

It’s a new year at Ever After High, a magical school where the next generation of fairytale characters go to hone their powers, learn more about their tales, and train to follow in their parents footsteps

One of the new students is Nathaniel Hearts, son of the Queen of Hearts and a former resident Wonderland… Also, not exactly the most popular person due to his mom’s love for beheading people and also the fact she’s the reason no one can enter or exit Wonderland

Already, students avoid him like the plague and only see him as his mother. The only ones who see past that are his best friend and fellow Wonderland native, Alix Wonder, Nino Grant, and Adrien Briar

Alix doesn’t care about their mom’s rivalries and actually likes Nathaniel… It’s Marinette that had a problem

Fa-Li Marinette is adamant on everyone following their destinies, because if even one fairy strays, every story will end. (She just only cares about her own) and keeps pushing Nathaniel to be a deranged, power hungry lunatic like his mom

It only gets worse when they prepare for Legacy Day, where students take the pledge to follow their parents footsteps. Nathaniel questions Mme. Bustier and M. Damocles what will happen if he doesn’t sign the Storybook of Legends

And of course, they gaslight him using Marinette’s excuse. If he doesn’t sign, then it’s the end for everyone

Nino calls bullshit and pulls Nathaniel along to look for answers from Madame Mendeleiv Yagga, one of the smart teachers at DuPont

She explains that nothing will happen to anyone’s stories, they’re just take a different turn. It’ll break tradition, but it wont end up a catastrophe

So, the night of Legacy Day, Nathaniel makes his choice… He does, but then Marinette gaslights him again. Apparently, she followed him and Nino and asks if he’s really going to trust some “old witch”

“If you want your so-called friends happily ever after a to cease to exist. Fine. At least you’ve shown how much like your mother you are.”

So now, when it’s the Wonderland Kids turn to sign the book, and Nathaniel steps up… He hesitates. He sees his future in the mirror: Him beheading hundreds of his subjects with a mad look in his eyes, sending his card guards to hunt down Alix and the other Wonderland kids, and painting white roses red using his card guards blood.

Nathaniel: … I am Nathaniel Hearts, son of the Queen of Hearts… AND I PLEDGE TO FOLLOW MY OWN DESTINY! *Snaps the quill in half… Nothing happens*

Royals: *Horrified gasps*

Rebels: *Cheering*

Nathaniel: N-nothing happened… *Points to Damocles and Mme. Bustier* YOU LIED TO ME!

When the crowd gets too hostile, Adrien wishes for Nino to freeze everyone except for the two of them*

Adrien: I can’t believe that… That we can just do that.

Nino: Yeah… I’m not sure I want to be stuck in that lamp.

The next day, things are tense between the newly dubbed Royals and Rebels. Marinette tries to rally more to her side, that destinies are meant to be followed, but students kind of want to hear Nathaniel’s reasoning

The one who seems most intrigued by Nathaniel accidental revolution, is Marc Grimhilde, son of the Evil Queen and someone who’s reluctant to sign the Storybook of Legends and end up trapped in the mirror realm like his mother

Rumors start to spread that Nathaniel only wants to spread madness like his mother and prevent anyone from having their happily ever after while Marinette wants to send the Rebels to a reform school built to straighten them out

Mme. Bustier is doing nothing to help, only making things worse by blaming the rebels for causing tensions and doing nothing to discipline the royals. (Same bitch as canon)

As a protest, a Rebel student runs against Marinette for student body President. That student? Aurore Amzy, daughter of Yzma

In the end, they end up as reluctant co-presidents and constantly try to undermine each other

As another protest, the Rebel students host True Hearts Day, a long forgotten school tradition banned by Mr. Damocles since it got students to stray from their destinies

So, they throw it in secret. And to their surprise, some Royal students want to help because while they’re may disagree with the Rebels, they aren’t too fond of Mme. Bustier and M. Damoclesand want to spite them

The party’s a success, and some new couples end up forming

Nathaniel turns down most of his admirers since they’re more in love with his status of leaders of the Rebels. He ends up asking Marc for a dance after the two accidentally bump into each other right under a spotlight

The following week, Nathaniel gets called into the principal’s office where Marinette, Alix, Max, and Denise are waiting as well. Apparently, Mme. Bustier was “concerned” about the Rebels’ Revolution and believed Nathaniel needed positive reinforcement

Marinette: Nathaniel cut the buds off my roses.

Nathaniel: That was on accident! And I apologized!

Marinette: Exactly! You’re supposed to be evil and not apologize!

Alix: Well, I think Nath’s fine just the way he is. Plus, I’d rather not get beheaded, so-

Damocles: Moving on!

Max: I don’t know what role I play here, but my mother strayed from the path her father had her on, so if anything, aren’t I meant to be a Rebel? Because if I follow my mother’s path by not sailing, I did what she did by disobeying her father, but/

Damocles: Enough! We haven’t heard from Denise Facilier, yet.

Denise: The shadows all say… Nathaniel’s awesome and should write his own destiny.

Marinette: They did not!

Denise: Well, how do you know?!

It is now the week of Thronecoming, and the students are looking to pick their King and Queen and get ready for the parade and bookball game

Nino, who was in between the royals and rebels debate finally picks a side when he misses his date with Alya because he got stuck in his lamp, making him realize the horrible truth about his destiny

The Thronecoming Fair goes off well- Austin A and Q rented Captain Hook’s ship and got a ton of pixie dust to let people go on rides in the air, Myléne’s hair styling station was earning a lot of money for charity, Denise did card readings, and Cosette was able to sell some of their faux fur jackets. It went great up until float building

Marinette is still pushing Nathaniel to stop being “selfish” and accept his fate, but in the end, Nathaniel’s the one to call her out on her bullshit along with Bustier and Damocles since they’re just standing right there

Nathaniel: You know, I may be “The Prince of Madness,” but I’m sane enough to see that you’re the one being selfish. I’m out.

Ismael: Heh. That’s my boy.

Cosette: But he’s not even your son.

Ismael: Don’t remind me!

As a school trip, Madame Mendeleiv takes the students to the Hall of Legends, a time capsule building where their parents left relics for them to find: Myléne gets a magic hairbrush, Rose gets a sword, Cosette gets a Diamond-studded choker necklace, Denise gets a vintage deck of tarot cards, Nino gets lamp polish, Lila gets truth revealing glasses, Marinette gets a sword, Zoé and Chloé get new heels, Austin A gets a magic compass, Austin B gets a crossbow, etc.

Nathaniel only finds a coin, planted there by M. Damocles in place of the ruby studded crown his mom left him

Nathaniel then heads to the wishing well in the woods, tosses in the coin, and wishes to know what happens if he doesn’t sign the Storybook of Legends

Mme. Bustier casts an illusion spell that shows a horrific future, scaring Nathaniel into signing

So they have a Legacy Day do-over, and none of the Rebels are too happy about it. The students suspect something’s up, and their suspicions are confirmed when Denise’s tarot cards reveal the Storybook of Legends is a fake

When Damocles denies the accusations, Marc asks Lila to use her truth-telling glasses. And when she lies and says she doesn’t have them, Aurore uses a truth-telling potion on her and Lila is forced to hand them over

They also reveal the Storybook of Legends is a fake, and of course, Damocles blames Nathaniel… Only to go into his office and confront the Queen of Hearts, via magic mirror

Nathaniel still wants to sign, but to do that, he needs to find the real Storybook of Legends. Marc, Adrien, Nino, Alix, Cosette, Zoé, and Denise also tag along and through a series of weird riddles, they enter a secret room in the library and come across Jean-Pierre Monlataing, a teacher who went missing long ago and speaks only riddlish, which Wonderland natives understand

M. Monlataing: A chapter for all, to live and survive, with a page of the the answer, and come out alive

Nathaniel: Ah, of course.

Alix: Obviously.

Cosette: Uh… Translation?

They conclude the Storybook of Legends must be in the Hall of Legends. But they end up getting pulled into different stories, have to find some pages, blah blah blah. Long-story short, the pages they find form a spell that breaks the Riddlish spell over M. Monlataing

And he reveals that Mme. Bustier put the Riddlish spell on him because he believed in the Rebels’ side of things

Nathaniel: … You know, cutting heads off doesn’t sound bad.

The night of the Thronecoming dance, the students decide to have one night of fun and not care about the Royals and Rebels bullshit

And performing tonight is the one and only Luka Piper, son of the Pied Piper and half brother of Juleka

Then Nino notices something when a slideshow of old photos reveals the Queen of Hearts lived in his dorm before, and hid something in a secret compartment under his carpet. Borrowing Lila’s glasses and a bobby pin from Juleka, he unlocks the secret compartment and finds the Real Storybook of legends… And then throws it away in the Well of Wonder, making it end up in Wonderland

Spring Unsprung

It’s the day of the Spring Faire, a day to commemorate the beginning of the spring season

But meanwhile in Wonderland…

Xavier (My SB&IB version) Blanc, Fei Cheshire, and Félix Hatter have run into some trouble with the Queen of Hearts when they try to look for a way out of Wonderland

But, the threat of decapitation doesn’t keep them from looking around until they come across the Storybook of Legends Nino threw down the well

Wanting to return it back to Ever After, they go through the well… And end up getting lost until they come across Fei’s dad, the Cheshire Cat, who gives them some complicated instructions while swapping out the book for another

What the Cheshire Cat doesn’t know is that someone was watching him in the act

Also, while Cosette was walking through the forest to get some Wonderland Well water for the Spring Faire baking competition, they fell through the well because the water was being a little shit

And at the same time, Félix, Xavier, and Rei arrived in Ever After, followed by the Cheshire Cat

The Wonderland Kids arrive and are given a warm welcome by Nathaniel and Alix

Nathaniel: GUYS! Why’d you abandon me?! Your Prince was all alone here!

Alix: You son of a bitch.

When the Bitchy Duo (Damocles and Bustier) harass them for somehow getting to Ever After when they sealed every entry and exit closed, Félix pulls his trump card by showing the “Storybook of Legends”

… Only for Marinette to reveal it’s only a book of riddles and calls them frauds

Nathaniel, Alix, Adrien, Marc, Zoé, and Nino are the only ones to believe them

Still holding the book, Marinette reads a page and accidentally casts a opposite-personality spell, making her much less judgmental, but she passes it along to other students and most become not as polite

Meanwhile in Wonderland, Cosette ends up in the Mad Hatter’s kitchen where they meet the White Knight. Long story short, they realize a Wonderland dessert is how they can warn the others that the Cheshire Cat stole the Storybook of Legends and replaced it with the cursed riddle book

Also, while Marinette is less judgmental, she wants to destroy the fairytale world instead of preserving it. So, she concocts a plan to plug up the Well of Wonder

The Austins, noticing something is seriously wrong with everyone, follow Austin A’s compass to the source of it all, Marinette, who’s about to plug up the Well of Wonder with help from Max and Sabrina who have also been affected by the spell. But they’re too late, and all of the wondrous elements start to fade away

Meanwhile, Nathaniel, Alix, Adrien, Marc, Zoé, Nino, Xavier, Fei, and Félix try to figure out a way to get the book back from Wonderland as the Well of Wonder is always hard to find

… That’s when Denise comes in

Denise: COSETTE BAKED A PIE MESSAGE! A SHADOW TOLD ME!

They head to a bakery and look through every single pie… Until they come across the only one that’s glowing

Félix: Let’s see what we have here. *Slices the pie*

Cosette, through the pie: Okay, so do I just start talking? Alright, so hey guys! I’m in Wonderland. Crazy, I know. Anyway, Ever After is in danger, the Cheshire Cat swapped out the Storybook of Legends for a riddle book, and it’s cursed!… Now do I just… That’s it? Okay.

They look for the book using Lila, who had the book last. And because she’s honest now, she tells them where she put it

But when they find it, it’s too late. The world and everyone in it is drained except for the Wonderland Kids

Fei: I’m putting and end to this! Dad! Show yourself!

*His grin appears*

Fei: All of you.

The Cheshire Cat, after some prompting, offers to tell them how to reverse the curse… If they beat him at a game. They just need to reach him on the other side of the puzzle floor

Alix: I’ll make this quick and easy. *Walks around the puzzle and reaches the Cheshire Cat* Boom. How’s that for a ditz?

To reverse the curse, they just need to say the last riddle on the book backwards. And it works… But now there’s just the matter of the plug in the Well of Wonder. An easy fix with some of Austin Q’s pixie dust

Also, Cosette makes it back to Ever After when the well gets unplugged and the White Knight is actually-

Way to Wonderland

It’s breakfast time at Ever After High, and Alya and Aurore make the following announcement-

Alya: As editors of our school paper, The Griffin, Aurore and I are pleased to announce that we will be doing a special feature!

Aurore: The theme is, A Time of Wonder! It will feature stories about Wonderland and the students native to the land!

Marinette: Of course! And who can forget how Nathaniel mom, the Queen of Hearts, is the reason they’re all stuck here in the first place?

Alya: Girl. Can we go one minute?

Marinette: Well, it is all because Nath’s mom decided to go total wacko screwball infinity one day, make it even madder than usual, run her own son out of the castle, and behead more people for no valid reason-

Marc: *Shoves a poison apple in her mouth, making Marinette pass out* That’s enough out of you.

Damocles and Bustier try to silence this by stating how Wonderland is dangerous which is why they sealed it up, but no one’s going to listen to them

Meanwhile, Nathaniel’s upset, not because of what Marinette said, but because it’s his mom’s birthday and he wants to be there with her despite… Everything.

Marc offers some help in the spells department to open up an entrance to Wonderland when Denise barges in on their conversation

Marc: If you want, maybe there’s a spell my mom made to-

Denise: Shadows are speaking again! They say Nath’s mom is in danger, and it will be off with her head!

Félix: … Is she always like this?

Marc: They, and yes. And they’re always right about these sort of things.

So now, the Wonderland Kids, Marc, Denise, and Nino are trying to figure out a way to Wonderland. To the Library!

While researching, the Wonderland Kids reminisce a bit and assure Nathaniel they don’t blame his mother. Rather, they believe another element is at play that made her do what she did… They just don’t know what

Suddenly, a book falls off the shelf and opens to a specific page. Weird, right? Wonder what that was about.

Marc picks up the book and skims until he finds a shocking illustration of…

Marc: MOM?!

Nino: Say what?

Fèlix: Did someone say “plot twist?”

Alix: But, this book is about Wonderland. What the hell is the Evil Queen doing in it?

Denise: … You don’t think?

Fei: What? No… No, that’s… No.

Marc: … She would.

Xavier: Oh, she would.

So now they suspect the Evil Queen had a part to play in Wonderland being sealed off. Looking at the illustration of the Evil Queen, they see a spell scroll in her hand- some sort of curse reversion spell to undo…

Marc: ‘The Spell of Utter Madness’?… Yep, she did it.

Alix: Well, I guess that’s why she’s in the mirror real.

So, Marc decides to make things right by undoing his mom’s madness curse over the Queen of Hearts and hopefully unseal Wonderland

But, while casting the spell, there’s a fluke, and the students disappear. All except Xavier and Alix

Nathaniel, Marc, Nino, Denise, Félix, and Fei all end up down a rabbit hole that leads straight to Wonderland. And upon arrival, they get new Wonderland-looking outfits

Also, much to their disappointment, Marinette is there with them because she was in the same room as them. So now, they’re stuck with her

Although, Marc didn’t remove the curse. But that doesn’t deter the group from going to save the Queen… Well, they would if they hadn’t been stopped by Jess Redd, the Red Knight who takes them to Wonderland High. And they can’t leave until they graduate after one day

*The kids all get dragged to the school*

Denise: No! I don’t even go here!

Félix: But I graduated early! I don’t need to go anymore!

Nathaniel: My mom is the Queen, and I can skip whenever I feel like it!

The White Rabbit, Xavier’s uncle because his dad sucks, leads the group to class while also informing them off a plot against the Queen of Hearts and once again confirming that it was the Evil Queen who cursed her

When the Evil Queen was out spreading chaos among the Fairytale realms, she started with Wonderland and placed the Madness Curse on the Queen to make her even more deranged. She turned Wonderland into a prison in just a short week, preventing anyone from getting in or getting out, and sought to expand her kingdom. Nathaniel, Alix, and her dad were lucky enough to escape years prior to the first chapter. Damocles and Bustier of course, blamed the Queen of Hearts until they discovered the Evil Queen was at fault, sealed her in the mirror realm and sealed off any gateways leading to Wonderland so the Queen of Hearts can’t attack. Still, they never corrected anyone on who was at fault

Marinette: I… Didn’t know that.

Nino: Neither did we. But you didn’t hear us bashing the Queen.

With that information, they decide to get through their classes so they can leave and save the Queen. Unfortunately, Wonderland classes make no sense, but they figure it out… Eventually

Lunch Time

While in the cafeteria, the Wonderland Kids come across an old face, Iris Jest, daughter of the court jester, and Student Body President who has the audacity to make a threat towards Nathaniel

After such a lovely meeting, they head to their classes, which have become more difficult. Fortunately, the White Knight Cosette met last chapter is there to help, but each class just keeps getting harder and harder until-

Nathaniel: THAT’S IT! I’m using the royalty card and getting our classes changed! Where’s the vice principal?!

Marc: He’s hot when he’s all fired up.

Nino: What?

Marc: What?

But, to their surprise, the vice principal is Iris! She challenges Nathaniel’s own authority, uses Wonderland logic to make time go backwards so they can never leave, and makes a threat toward the Queen of Hearts while revealing she’s all for overthrowing her

Félix: Why… It’s as if you almost want the plan to overthrow Nathaniel’s mother to succeed!

Iris: … OF COURSE, I DO!

But, Iris gives Nathaniel a choice. He just has to sign a contract, relinquishing his rights as heir to the Queen of Heart’s throne to her. If he signs, then they’re all free while he stays in school forever

Marinette: Nath! Don’t do this!

Nathaniel: Anyone else, please?

Félix: You always said you never wanted to be like your mom! But look at what we’ve learned! She was cursed! Remember when she chased you around the gardens and showed you how to play croquet with your first flamingo? That’s the Queen of Hearts Fei, Alix, Xavier and I remember and the version of her we know you want to be!

Nathaniel: … You’re right. *Snaps the quill in half… Again*

Enraged, Iris sends them to detention… But not before an unfair trial where they’re charged as guilty

Also, Alix and Xavier are still looking for the others, and the Evil Queen arms Iris with an evil book of spells right before she heads out to overthrow the queen and sign her name in the Storybook of Legends when Fei accidentally reveals its whereabouts

One minute in detention, and the group is already going insane. Marc and Nino can’t use their magic, and it’s almost time for the Queen’s birthday party

Soon, Félix gets an idea

Fèlix: My dad always got detention! He used to tell me dozens of his get-in stories! Denise, have your shadow friends send a message to the other side!

Denise: Okay, which other side?

Back in Ever After, the shadows communicate with Alix and Xavier by opening some books to certain pages and telling them that they’re in detention and they need to ask Alim for instructions on how to get out since he helped with some of the Mad Hatter’s best escapes. And his best on is-

Denise: Tiddlywinks? Like the game?

Félix: Like the game, he said.

This grabs the teacher in charge of detention’s attention… But, since the acting vice principal while Iris is out is Jess, then they will be dueling with swords in exchange for their freedom

Fortunately, the White Knight is fighting for them and gives them a chance to head to the palace while Fei goes to find her dad and get the Storybook of Legends

Iris arrives at the palace first, and uses an illusion spell to get past the guards while posing as Nathaniel

Guard: All hail the Queen of Hearts! Or else! And make sure to hand deliver to her your presents… Or else!

Aya: Yes! It is MY birthday party! And keep in mind, any present smaller than the palm of my hand shall result in your execution. That is all.

Iris is about to get executed until she poses as Nathaniel and her “son’s” presence actually manages to calm her down, much to the kingdom’s relief

Fei discovers from her dad that he gifted the Storybook of Legends to the Queen of Hearts, and Fei is thrilled at first… Until she finds the massive present room

Once Iris discovers from the Queen where the book is, she leaves, but not before starting an opposite game for when Nathaniel finds his mother

Anyway, the group arrives, and Fei goes to deliver the bad news about the Storybook of Legends, but Nathaniel’s too distracted by seeing his mother for the first time in years

Nathaniel: Mom! *Hugs her* I’m so happy to see you! I… In spite of everything, I missed you so much and I love you!

Aya: … You love me?! How dare you?!

Nino: … Dude. Cold.

Nathaniel: Wh-what?

Aya: You heard me! And by the way, you look horrid.

Nathaniel: *Starts crying*

Marc: So, can I commit regicide now?

Nathaniel: Mom, you’re not making any sense! I’ve been missing you for years, and I thought you still loved me! After I found out about your curse-

Aya: “Curse?” I’m under a curse? Whoops! Did I just lost the game?

Nathaniel: What are you- Wait. Is this an opposite game?

Aya; *Giggles* Nope.

Nathaniel: *Hugs her* Then, let the game start.

Aya: Oh, thank God! Of course I love you, Nathaniel.

Marinette: … These are some fucked up games.

They find Iris in the present room, and she’s about to sign the Storybook of Legends in Nathaniel’s place, but Marc uses his powers to teleport to her just in time and take the book

He tries to fend off against her attacks, but since Iris is armed with his mom’s spellbook, he doesn’t stand a chance… Unless…

Marc signs his name and inherits his mother’s dark powers, which corrupt him as he goes on a power trip until Iris yields or dies… Whichever comes first

The latter option would’ve been first if not for Marinette coming between them and saying he’s not his mother while apologizing for acting the way she did

This snaps Marc out of if, right as the Queen of Hearts arrives looking enraged even with Nathaniel trying to calm her down

Now with the Evil Queen’s powers, he lifts the curse off of the Queen of Hearts, making her sane… ish, and he breaks Mme. Bustier’s seal on Wonderland, merging the two worlds again

Also, The Queen decides to have a little chat with Mme. Bustier and Damocles, but as Nathaniel is the future King, she figures this will be good practice.

Nathaniel: You lied to the public for years and deemed my mother a warmongering lunatic when you knew all along that the Evil Queen was behind it all? And to make matters worse, rather than help her, you separated my friend and I from our home?!

Damocles: W-well, you see-

Mme. Bustier: We just-

Nathaniel: OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!

Now Mme. Mendeleiv and M. Monlataing are Principal and Vice Principal

Also, for anyone wondering, the white knight was actually Aeon Charming the entire time. How did she end up in Wonderland?… We’ll go over that later

All I’ll write for now

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #nathaniel kurtzberg #marc anciel #marc x nathaniel #mlb oc #ever after high #eah au #ask me stuff #answered ask

[sinnohlunarfestival]

The entire shoreline was being converted in a colourful, light filled wonderland that would be blaring music in a few days' time. The workers were going off of the plan put out by the person in charge of the event. The Macro Cosmos staffer had a certain vision -- in Galar children are the future, so while they couldn't allow all kids, the joy and fun of a rave was still in all good fun.

While they weren't serving alcohol, they couldn't stop anyone from bringing any in. But the members of the security team would do their best (and, realistically, fail) to keep from minors partaking. They all just hoped the added chaos of the paintball pit and the glow paint stations would be good enough of a distraction.

And the music selection was going to be excellent. Every hour a different selection and segment. Starting 'easy' for the earlier hours and amping up every hour until the peak music closer to the end of the night.

It was going to be something for sure...

Red Zone: For the big partiers; meant to feel every beat with your whole body with how hard the music would be blasting. The closest part to the stage and where the rowdiest and loudest are expected to be.

Orange Zone: Aside from the straight path from the entrance to the main stage area in the Red Zone, it is built like most standard laser tag war zone. Except paintballs are involved. The balls have a small sting on direct skin, but otherwise are harmless. Splatter friends and strangers alike in glowing paint under the glow of the blacklights.

Yellow Zone: For those who just want to vibe with the tunes, but want to take part of the paint shenanigans. The floors, walls and various other blank installations are open to be painted all over. Use big brushes, paint rolls, water balloons or even your own hands -- everything is your canvas.

Green Zone: The main entrance and a lounge area. You can still hear the music and the MC on stage as the sound is fed through normal speakers. There is a little alcohol free cash bar near the door and a snack stand also selling food nearby. Several tables and chairs are littered in this area for people to catch their breath. There are also water and shower stations, in case people want to rinse off. Towels are pay to use and keep.

Everything is held indoors so everyone can be comfortable, away from the winter chill. The ceiling is a glass dome where the night sky can be seen.

#sinnohlunarfestival2024

[h8t3-d]

I don’t know if I’m late to this but I finally had time to watch all ever after high videos + movies and the last one was a disappointment. I’m of course talking about the Epic Winter storyline. There were so many things amiss that I had to make a list. Let me start with the lack of main character screentime. Don’t get me wrong, I love when they add in new characters and expand the story like they did in Way Too Wonderland with Alistair, Bunny and Courtly Jester and it was balanced, I never felt like anyone was being shunned from the story. In Epic Winter everything revolved around just the main plot with the same characters and I was kinda looking forward to seeing Apple and Raven more. That on it’s own wasn’t a big issue I just wanted to see more of them because they are my favourites but I was looking forward to learning about this new main cast.

Before I get into rambling about the story I just have to say that maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad episode if it wasn’t after the Dragon Games. I was expecting to see a clarification of why Apple wasn’t woken by Daring’s kiss and see how they dealt with it. If Apple wanted to stay with Daring or choose a ‘different’ path with Darling. That would’ve been great side plot (even though to me that would be the main event).

The story itself was okay, good defeats evil once again and I liked that Crystal’s parents finally learn to trust her and give her leadership powers over their kingdom. Maybe it was a bit weird that right after that they left her to rule alone but other than that the story was fine. Now for the most disappointing part Daring and Rosabella, or mostly for me Rosabella. I didn’t mind her much as a character, she wasn’t even in many episodes so I thought she was chill. At first it looked like she was trying to help Charming with his curse which was nice of her and also helping him with his relationship crisis with Apple. Even though they aren’t dating, obviously Daring cares a lot for Apple and they’ve been pretty close since the beginning, also in Way Too Wonderland when they got cursed and he turned into a coward he clung to Apple as his protector. Needless to say they have a special bond wheter it’s romantic or just as friends. So I was really glad that there was finally a girl that was trying to be nice to him not because of his looks or because she wants something heroic from him but because she was trying to be friendly. Then she started to make him into her desired guy and I think it had a lot to do with him looking like her dad (yikes). It kind of got into Rosabella mommying Daring situation where she would just constantly tell him that he had to stop thinking about himself and think of others which first of all isn’t even true. Daring can be self absorbed but he was shown numerous times through the show as a guy that helped out a friend in need. Also he was very kind to other girls. For instance when he was dared to date Lizzie and ended up enjoying it and after he succeeded to get a kiss from her instead of boasting about it in front of everyone he fulfilled Lizzie’s request to keep it a secret even though it meant he had to wash dirty uniforms of some other guys. Another time was when Farrah was upset because she fulfills wishes of everyone else but never her own so Ashley decided to make her biggest wish come true and make her a ball with prince charming which of course was Daring. He also danced with Cerise when he saw her alone at a dance as an apology for how he acted when he doubted her ability to play with them in a match of Book Ball. So needless to say he is a very kind person behind the charm and people who care about him know that. Which is why it was so confusing and out of the blue to pair him up with the most random character just because he turned into a beast as in beauty and a beast and call it a day. It is also out of place to give him a redemption arc as if he needed it. I also thought it weird that Rosabella acted like she knew him forever even though they just started talking/hanging out. It would have been more acceptable to pair Daring, if not with Apple, with Lizzie or even Cerise because they had some moments together. Instead they forced a relationship onto the viewers.

In conclusion it was upsetting to end the series with Epic Winter and I’m just going to pretend like it never existed.

#ever after high #eah #thoughts #epic winter #disappointing #daring charming #apple white #rosabella beauty

[cherryobx]

𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 '𝟖𝟒 | 𝐒.𝐇. 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

requested?: yes

summary: You volunteer to help at Snow Ball and dance with Dustin and when the Ball is over, with Steve

warnings: none just fluff

wc: 1.5k

gif is not mine creds to the owner!

Snow Ball was one one of the most anticipated events of 1984 in Hawkins Middle. Even you were kind of looking forward to it. You had offered to help out the staff in various tasks like setting everything up, serving  punch to kids, chaperoning and cleaning up after the Ball was over.

After you had helped with the setting up during the day, you went home to put on some decent clothes since sweatpants and an old t-shirt weren’t appropriate for a middle school dance according to Nancy who conveniently came over to your house to help you get ready.

“What about this?” You held up a grey knitted sweater and a pair of blue jeans.

“Are you going to a dance or a book club?”

“I wish I was going to a book club.” You rolled your eyes and put the clothes back into your closet.

“You don’t like the librarian vibe I have going on?”

Nancy then pushed you out of the way and started rummaging through the clothes herself. “I don’t know how you survived all those years with clothes like these.”

“...No.”

You placed your hand on your heart and gasped loudly, falling down onto the floor. “I can’t believe this.”

“Stop being dramatic and try this on.” She threw a dress towards you and it landed on your head.

You then sat up, inspecting the thrown piece of fabric. “This?”

“Don’t make that face,Y/N. Just try it on, I wanna see how it looks on you.”

“Fine.”

“I actually think it looks pretty great on you.” 

You put the dress on and then turned to Nancy. “Voila! What do you think? Is this going to impress a bunch of 12-year-olds?”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” She smiled encouragingly and then clapped her hands together. “Now, let’s do your hair!”

“Nooooo.”

When you finally arrived at the gym that had been transformed into a winter wonderland (thanks to your help earlier), awkward dancing was in full swing. You walked towards the punch table where, very surprisingly, Steve was.

You approached him as he was taking a sip from the red cup in his hand. “You’re volunteering at a middle school dance?”

He turned his head to look at you, his eyes widening. The punch he was drinking went into his airways and he started coughing madly. You rushed behind the table and hit him in the back a few times to get the liquid out.

“You okay? What happened?” you asked, a worried expression on your face.

“I- uh… I think you just startled me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s alright.” He had an expression on his face that you couldn’t really read. 

“Okay but what the hell are you doing here, Steve?”

“What? Can’t I serve juice to some kids in my free time?” 

“I thought I’d give it a go. And since I’m pretty much a full-time babysitter now, it’s a fitting job I think,” he explained, making you laugh.

“First of all, that sounds really creepy and I hope you don’t actually do that in your free time, and second, it’s not really your thing. Volunteering, I mean.”

“Yeah, you’re like a mom now or something.”

“Or dad, you know, since I’m a guy.”

“You're totally a mom!” 

He rolled his eyes and continued his job as a bartender for kids as you looked around the room, taking everything in. That’s when you noticed Dustin sitting all alone on the bleachers, tears in his eyes.

You made your way to him through the crowd and sat down beside him which made him quickly wipe away his tears.

“Hey.” You smiled sweetly at him. “Do you want to dance with me?”

“What?” He was very surprised you had offered him that.

“I want to dance with you, Dustin.”

“Uh, yeah, of course.” 

You stood up again and offered him your hand which he took. You pulled him up too and dragged him towards the dance floor just as a beautiful slow song started to play.

You placed your hands on his shoulders as he awkwardly tried to place his hands on you which made you giggle lightly. 

“Put them on my waist, silly.” He then did and the dancing began.

“Trust me, these girls are missing out on dancing with you. They’ll realise their mistake and next year you’re gonna have a line waiting for you to dance with them.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“No, Dustin, I really mean it. Girls this age can be really mean and difficult and hard to talk to but it will get better over time. You’re a great guy. I see it and they will soon too.”

He gave you one of his cute signature smiles.

“And I like what you’ve done with your hair, by the way.” You touched one of his curls with your fingers.

“Thank you. Credit goes to Steve though, he recommended this great product and it works wonders, I’m telling you.”

“Oh so the massive amount of hairspray is the reason I can’t breathe right now? Awesome.” 

He threw his head back in laughter. “Come on! It’s not that bad.”

“It’s very overwhelming. Why do you think I keep 2 feet away from Steve at all times?”

When Steve finally noticed you weren’t standing beside him anymore, he quickly looked around the gym. Luckily he spotted you almost instantly. You weren’t hard to miss since you towered over all the 12-year-olds on the dance floor.

You dancing with one of “his kids” was the most heartwarming thing he had ever seen. It reminded him why he had fallen for you in the first place. You were kind and caring. And the smile on your face was the most beautiful thing ever. He tried to make you smile and laugh as often as he could just to see you smile. He was so smitten.

When the night was nearing its end, people started leaving and soon the gym was empty. Well except for you and Steve.

When you had finished dancing with Dustin, you joined him again and helped him hand out drinks.

“Do you still have one more dance in you?”

“What?” You looked at him, a trash bag in your hands because you had just started cleaning up.

He walked up to you, taking the trash bag from your hands and placing it on the table.

“Y/N, would you do me the honour and dance with me?”

“Of course.” You took his outstretched hand and followed him onto the empty dance floor.  He placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him. Your skin was tingling where his hands rested. It was a good feeling. A really good one.

You put your arms around his shoulders and rested your head in the crook of his neck.

“I can sing if you want but I think silence is the better option in this scenario.” You laughed softly. 

“There’s no music though,” you said.

A few moments passed in comfortable silence as you danced with Steve on the sticky gym floor.

“It was really sweet of you to dance with Dustin today.”

“He's a great kid, I wish others would see it too, you know.”

“I know.” 

His head came down, now resting on your head. He was holding you as close as he could, trying to save this moment into his memory as best as he could. He didn’t want to ruin this moment but right now felt like the perfect time to tell you how he really felt. What he had been feeling for a long time but never had the courage to say out loud.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m really hoping this doesn’t ruin our friendship but I want to tell you something.” The tone of his voice made you pull away just a bit so you could look into his eyes.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s just that I-, uh, I really really like you. Like I have the biggest crush on you and it’s so hard being just your friend when all I wanna do is hold your hand in public and go on walks, read those stupid romance books you like with you, kiss you and show you off to everyone and-”

“And it’s been so hard holding it back because I don’t know how you feel and I don’t want to make things awkward or lose you or something and-”

“Steve-”

You cut his rambling off by pressing your lips against his and kissing him. He was stunned and first but then started kissing you back. One of your hands moved onto his cheek and you pulled him even closer if it was possible.

“I really really like you too, Steve.”

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'TIS THE DAMN SEASON !

‹ . merotwst's christmas and 250 followers celebration event ! ›

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[ what could you and your boy be up to this holiday season? ]

❅ PROMPT LIST !

» choose one of the following word prompts along with the dialogue prompt of your choice. keep in mind you may also send in your own dialogue or scenario if you'd like as long as it's associated with the word prompt.

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⇝frozen ; “is it safe to skate on?”, “careful with the icicles there!”, “i left it out for a bit and now it's frozen.”

⇝angels ; “come and lay down on the snow with me!” , “put the angels on the tree.” , “since when have you owned an angel cookie cutter?”

⇝coal ; “finally! back in the warmth!” , “i'll start a fire.” , “it's cozier around the fireplace with a blanket and a mug of hot cocoa.”

⇝scarf ; “here, have my scarf instead.” , “the snowman needs a scarf!” , “slow down! there's enough food for both of us don't scarf it all down in one go.”

⇝eggnog ; “this party's as awful as the eggnog they serve.” , “huh? what do you mean we're out of eggnogs?!” , “hey, can you give me a sip of that?”

⇝tree ; “picking one out doesn't have to be this complicated.” , “what do you mean chop the tree down?!” , “you think i can fit that through the door?”

⇝star ; “put it at the very top of the tree.” , “i love the star shaped frostings on this.” , “the stars are so bright tonight.”

⇝heat ; “heat up the oven for me, will you?” , “we don't really have snow where i come from.” , “careful! that's still hot.”

⇝wrap ; “i had to last minute christmas shop so... sorry if i couldn't wrap it.” , “wrap your arms around me, i'm cold.” , “who wraps their presents this way? it's so hard to open!”

⇝lights ; “i think that store is still open! its lights are still on!” , “why is there a blackout on christmas eve?!” , “could you hold on to the ladder while i try to hang the lights?”

⇝ball ; “stop throwing snowballs at my window!” , “would you come with me to a winter ball?” , “stop playing with the baubles and hang them on the tree already.”

⇝song ; “that's a pretty tune you're playing.” , “i liked listening to the carolers.” , “come on, sing it for me! i won't ask you again.”

⇝ event details:

request durations: dec 1 to dec 10 or until all the prompts have been taken

character limit: up to 3 characters but only 1 romantic character (x reader)

will write: platonic and/or romantic, twisted wonderland nrc students only, no ships (sorry </3)

will not write: nsfw (not yet folks)

writing format will be in drabbles or ficlet form.

❅ there will be 12 prompts given out. you may request your preferred twst character to be written using this single word prompt via my askbox. you may give your additional ideas along with your request.

❅ the prompts can only be requested once.

❅ what i mean by this is once i see a prompt + character requested, i'll update this list by crossing out the prompts already in my inbox.

❅ as much as i'd like to write multiple of the same prompt, i get bored way too quickly when things get redundant. adding to that, i'm also going to be quite busy this month so i'm only giving 12 prompts.

❅ what happens when two people send the same prompt? it's a first come first serve basis. the first one who sent the prompt in my inbox gets their fic written. however! doesn't mean if i find an idea interesting, i wouldn't save it for future fics ;)

❅ i want everyone to have fun and enjoy this holiday season! thank you all again so much for all the love you've been giving my works <3 i really enjoy it here because you all made it such a lovely place for me. sending you all so much love and i look forward to seeing your prompt ideas soon!

⇝event masterlist

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