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Ooo can you do what would medicine pocket, dikke, and pavia do when nervous flustered gn reader try to do kabedon is on them?

Winter's Notes: OMG i didn't read your request properly and just wrote it as the reader normally doing kabedon.. sorry about that T-T but i like what i did too it. sorry about that and I hope you like my modified version.

Another Note: Kabedon is where you pin someone against a wall typically while confessing your love or something. For more info, search it up.

Style: Quote + Headcanons

MASTERLIST

Feel free to request!

Warnings: suggestive [pavia], mentions of making out [pavia again], mentions of killing and murdery stuff [once again behold pavia], kissing [all of them}, flustered medicine pocket, established relationship!

"Nice try."

-Trying to pin Pavia down is like trying to mop up the ocean. Even backed up against a way, even if you were taller then him- it would end up with Pavia pinning you against the wall.

-And considering how strong that guy looks, you probably wouldn't be able to escape.

-It would be genuinely scary. Honestly, he kills people for a living, of course it would be scary to be pinned down with a murderer. [if you like that sort of person then you'd get along great with Pavia.]

-Probably ends up with you two making out

"..What are you doing?"

-Medicine Pocket's first reaction is to flick your forehead. Then they process what you're doing instantly and now you have flustered Medicine Pocket *jazz hands*.

-Probably would take some time to completely comprehend whatever you're doing or saying.

-Then Medicine Pocket would just kiss you on the nose and run away like nothing happened.

-The next day, Medicine Pocket claimed that they had no idea what you were saying. Perhaps they have short-term memory loss. *cough* totally

"..Huh?"

-Would probably think that this is a attempt on her life. I mean, consider how emotionally constipated Dikke is, she probably has no idea what the living hell you're doing.

-Would probably just stand there until it's so awkward that you run away.

-The next day after you explained what happened, Dikke gave you a kiss as a sorry.

[at least you didn't get punched.]

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hi hi! i was wondering if you could write dikke x gn!reader where reader is the heir to the throne of a rivaling empire? just little hcs of how they might've met and how their relationship develops would be great. ty in advance and have a lovely day! take care <3

Winter's Notes: Hi Reyna! I read some of your works, and you're a pretty good writer! Hope you like this fic! [Been burned out recently and decided to try to do some request T-T]

Note: I don't write Dikke often and most of this is based of imagination. I barely know her character and doubt this is even kinda lore-accurate. I'm trying, ok?

Style: Headcanons.

MASTERLIST

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Warnings: Kinda cringy, fluff!

-You and Dikke met at royal court, concerning a notorious criminal's judgement.

-The sentence wasn't exactly a great time for two lovebirds to slowly start to fall in love, but you two managed it. As a royal heir, your duty to preside over the people and the future of your kingdom was more and more apparent as the pressure started to come about finding a suitable lover.

-The relationship had to be kept secret, after all- the heir of the throne with a judge from a rival kingdom !? It would certainly be scandalous, the talk of the kingdom for ages.

-But why would you care? You found someone you truly cared about, and even if they were stoic and hard to break through. It would just a bit of time for the judge to realize their feelings.

-It took some time to get the permission from the king and queen, and from the opposing kingdom as Dikke was one of the highest-ranking judges in the rivaling kingdom.

-Dikke wasn't quite the very extroverted or emotional type, but she was thankful she ever found you, and even if the public disliked your relationship, it didn't matter anymore.

-You two lovebirds would be together forever.

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FOR YOU!

⤷ pairing: sotheby x reader

⤷ content: reader is gender neutral with no pronouns, reader is implied to be an adult, reader is sotheby's personal bodyguard, platonic relationship, fluff, slight angst, sotheby cries 😿, not proofread

⤷ word count: 1.3k+

⤷ synopsis: sotheby decides to get you a gift as an apology for her...accident.

⤷ note: written for the advent event of the st. pavlov foundation, my prompt is "gifts"! this was kind of rushed because i wanted to get this done and spend time with my sister but i hope this is alright.

⤷ taglist: @maimishou, @julestotaldrama

sizzle...sizzle...

in front of the scattered beakers and drops of colored liquid on the table and ground was a young girl, around 13 years old, with a worried expression on her face.

"oh...what to do...what to do..." she paced around the laboratory. "this room was already cleaned...what do i do...?"

she turned her head to the pool of a clear liquid with broken shards of glass dispersed around it. she sighed, slightly thankful for the sage green gloves that covered her hands, for if they were not there she would have bitten her nails off.

sweat beads formed on her forehead as she continued circling the room, thinking of how you would react. you had already cleaned the laboratory after she caused an explosion with her experiments just a week ago. how would you feel after seeing the absolute mess she had caused?

unsure of what to do, she ran her hands through her fixed coils, looking around for something to be able to conceal the current clutter on her table.

her ears suddenly perked up as she heard the door knob turn. she whipped her head to her wide open door, rushing to it to shut it.

"miss sotheby?" you called out. "i have arrived from the training. have you eaten lunch yet? i will ask mr. karson to help prepare it for you if you haven't."

panic rushed through sotheby as her face went pale, even paler than her usual complexion. she fiddled around with the bracelets on her gloved wrists.

"i-i'm fine! i already ate earlier!" sotheby yelled, yet her voice trembled slightly as she spoke. when she uttered those words, she knew she was done for.

"miss sotheby, you sound rather worried. is everything alright?" you hung your coat up on the coat stand. looking around for sotheby, you faced the closed door to the laboratory.

"miss sotheby..."

"yes...?"

you walked toward the laboratory and came to a stop, hovering your hand over the door knob for just a moment, before opening the door.

you widened your eyes as you stared at the predicament of the laboratory. a shattered beaker on the table, liquid flowing down onto the floor, drops of different liquids on the table, knocked down test tubes...it was a mess.

"miss sotheby, what did you do?" you stared at the table.

"i...i was just trying to...uh..." sotheby stammered, putting her hands behind her back. "i'm so sorry."

you rubbed the bridge of your nose, sighing. "i will fetch the broom and dust pan. please, stay here. don't do anything."

you ran out of the laboratory, leaving sotheby with her worrying thoughts that had come true. she wanted to help, truly, but she knew she would only make the situation worse if she did.

soon, you came back, yelling for mr. karson and the other butlers to help in the laboratory. sotheby only stared in silence as she tried to stop the tears escaping her eyes. she didn't know how to apologize for her actions, but she was oh so sorry.

after the cleaning, sotheby silently walked to her bedroom, deeply ashamed. she laid down on her bed as she stared at the ceiling. she blinked out of her thoughts once there was a familiar, soft knock on the door.

one...two...three...

"what are you doing?" a younger sotheby asked. she held a black bunny with a red scarf and shorts as she looked at you.

"i always knock on the door thrice, miss sotheby."

"how come?"

you shrugged. "it is simply a habit of mine, miss sotheby."

sotheby nodded, smiling at you.

sotheby could hear the three knocks on the door. she sat up, muttering a shaky "come in".

she averted your lingering gaze, her back facing you as you entered her bedroom. you leaned onto the doorframe, arms crossed.

"you cannot ignore me forever, miss sotheby. i hope you are well aware of this."

after a couple moments, sotheby turned around, her legs crossed as she sat on the bed. you mumbled a, "that's more like it" before closing the door and sitting down next to her.

you took a deep breath and exhaled before speaking again. "didn't i tell you not to perform experiments when unsupervised?"

sotheby nodded.

"and didn't i tell you that only chaos would happen if you did so anyway?"

sotheby nodded again.

"was i right?"

sotheby sighed. "i'm sorry-"

"was i right, miss sotheby?"

sotheby looked down at her bed before nodding once again.

you looked at her and placed her coils behind her back. "don't cry, miss sotheby."

"but i'm no-"

"i can tell you are."

sotheby nodded and you took out a handkerchief from your chest pocket, handing it to your superior. she took it gently, wiping her tears from her eyes. the tears soon came to a stop as she stared at the blanket's patterns on her large mattress.

"i will prepare lunch for you," you stood up, dusting off the place where you sat.

"but i already ate-"

"i know you haven't."

sotheby fell silent as you headed out her bedroom, closing the door. different thoughts raced through her mind as she was left alone. she took a pillow and placed it on her lap, hugging it as she began crying again.

the sun was beginning to set as several dishes laid on the dinner table. they were already cold, and the servants had been sent home. you had your hands on your hips as you looked at the table.

"are you alright, mx. l/n?" mr. karson walked into the dining room. "do you need help with cleaning up?"

"no thank you, mr. karson," you turned to him. "you should get some rest."

the man nodded and walked out. the sky was darkening as there was a slight shuffle and a yelp.

immediately, you ran to where the high-pitched scream came from. turns out, sotheby had nearly slipped down the stairs, and she clutched the railing with one hand and a small box on the other.

"miss sotheby?" you walked up to her and helped her. she seemed to be in a much better mood than before, and she was nearly back to her cheery self.

"ah- um, i am so sorry for what happened earlier. i should've listened to you, truly," sotheby chuckled nervously. she held the box with both her hands, keeping it close to her and looking away from you once again.

the box was sky blue, with a navy blue ribbon wrapped around it to keep it shut. it was tied quite poorly, and it seemed to be tied in a rush, but it was a cute box nonetheless. the wrapping had white polka dots, presumably stolen in the storage closet upstairs.

you glanced at the box sotheby held, as she showed it to you, silently asking for you to take it. you gently took it from her hands, untying the badly created ribbon and opening the box. your eyes lit up at the sight, and sotheby looked at you. she grinned.

inside the box was a choker, paired with matching earrings. the choker was adorned with white pearls and a pink square gemstone in the middle, plated in pure gold. the earrings had a white pearl on each earring, with a pink square gemstone plated in gold.

"...is it okay? it was supposed to be a gift from a business associate for my birthday, but i decided it would look better on you!" sotheby had then returned to her happy self, as she gave you a toothy grin.

you smiled at sotheby. "thank you, miss sotheby, but you did not have to do this."

"oh, but i wanted to mx. l/n! i wanted to give it to you as an apology...for earlier," sotheby finally looked at you and your brightened eyes. you simply stared at the necklace.

"well, thank you very much, nonetheless," you smiled at her, before turning back to the dinner you had prepared many, many hours ago.

"i will prepare another dinner for you. and i hope you will eat it this time," you said in a joking tone. sotheby's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

"i-i'm so sorry, mx. l/n!"

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“ The... inspiration always comes at night... till now. ” — zima / gn reader, for @st-pavlov-foundation winter event

Day 18 — Sweaters / Blankets

“There’s… snow,” says he.

His nose scrunches up as a snowflake tickles his skin upon its wake, and almost instinctively does he bury half his face under his scarf. And that’s when the presence of his garment makes him realize that it is something you lack—a source of warmth to shield you from this growing cold. Zima hurries to push you back inside, shutting the door in a panic.

He’s only recently begun to become considerate.

Twenty-nine years of being beguiled by Earth’s nature, and yet it’s taken him this long to truly notice the little things. Little things, such as the slight goosebumps lining your arms, or the pajamas you still wore, or the lack of warm clothing on your body. Years ago, he might’ve not noticed how warm he was compared to you, or even how your neck did not carry a scarf like he did. He might’ve been inconsiderate.

“The first snowfall,” you hush excitedly nevertheless. “No wonder it’s colder now, even inside.”

You shiver from an opened window, and he stays silent, the slightest of pouts ghosting upon the line of his lips. That was when you almost toppled over, a sudden weight dropping down on your shoulders with no remorse as a spread of heat enveloped the back of your body. It seemed almost like an attack if not for the scent of pine filling your nostrils, as well as the pale arms that carelessly dropped the coat onto you.

( Good intentions, truly—but that execution of his might’ve been terrible. He’s certainly more observant than he was before, but there might be a few more things he still needs to learn… )

Your hand dashed to your shoulders to quickly catch the top of the coat before it slid off your body, Zima not realizing he actually had to adjust the piece of clothing before leaving it on you. The shyness of his fingertips proved hesitant as they stuttered in its movements just to help you; he only figured the warmth of his coat would help you, but only ended up cursing himself for not anticipating this drawback.

“But,” you muttered closer to him, burying half your face onto the top lining of his coat, “Won’t you be cold?”

( His heartstrings strum, just an ever-so slight melody in the air. It’s as he buries half his face in his scarf, just as you do the same in his coat. You’re matching. He finds his lips smiling inside his scarf. )

He hums in incoherent thoughts, muffled words reassuring, “‘M fine… I’m… Used to snow.”

Zima catches your eyes lower to the flush of his cheeks. He wonders what you’re thinking about. Surely, it’s something more interesting than him.

“Let’s get blankets and hot chocolate?” you propose.

“Hm?”

“So that we’re both warm.” There’s a smile on your face: One that he can see clearly from your eyes alone, and not your lips that still his themselves under his coat. He’s never thought a person could smile like that before. He needs to write this down.

But he stays silent, stringing words of rhyme and of natures in love that you’ve so dangerously planted in his mind. And he blanks out, comfortably indeed, mindlessly allowing you to pull him along as you prepare blankets and hot chocolate mugs for him to learn even more about warmth.

This blanket… It suddenly felt lovelier shared with you.

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I'LL BE YOUR WINTER SUN FOREVER - x

summary: in which you take an escapade under the dazzling winter sunshine

warnings: reader is gn, implied relationship with x, pure fluff

notes: surprise, i’m the writer for day 15 of st pavlov’s advent event! my prompt is “winter sun” and the character i have chosen is none other than x!

“the last time i enjoyed the sun like this was in the afternoon," he explained with a small grin.  footprints ahead of you as you trudged through the deep snow, disregarding the chill in your bones brought on by the biting wind.

it wasn’t rare for x to drag you out with no explanation given; the mismatched puppy dog eyes and a small pout he gave you were more than enough to get you to cave you in. at times you’d wonder what was going through the winding gears of that machine brain of his, but then you’d realise better not, one troubled genius was enough in your relationship.

“a winter sun?” you asked curiously, skirting over a fallen branch hidden in the white plains, its rotting wood merging with the melting snow. just where was he taking you anyway? 

x nodded his head but he did not spare a glance back at you. “i went for an outing in the orphanage. but later, they found me." 

“why am i not surprised? they didn’t punish you, did they?” you directed your gaze to his body in front of you, oblivious to the white snow wetting the exquisite leather of your boots.

if he caught the hesitance in your question, he didn’t address it; his tone was indifferent as he replied to you. “no, it was just a shame. ah, we’re here."

in the heart of this winter woodland stood a snowy clearing, decorated with pink camellias, their colour sticking out in contrast against the white background. you held bated breath, slowly wandering deeper into this scene of a romance movie, your fingers pink from the cold, touching the petals gently.

“how?” you murmured, seeing the air you exhaled emerge in a mist from your lips due to the frigid temperature.

“i use this area for more volatile experiments that necessitate field research. it’s useless to test during the winter, so i allowed druvis to plant her winter flowers here temporarily.” he tilted his head with a smug grin. he knew that camellias were your favourite flowers; there was no way he offered druvis to grow her precious flowers without anything in return for him.

you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at his explanation, crossing your arms in an attempt to keep warm. “that's very suspicious of you."

“because…i wanted to put this heat warmer to the test! melts the snow and keeps you warm instantly with a single touch, without the need for big, bulky equipment! plus, it can make you hot cocoa on the go!” he declared with no ounce of shame, revealing a machine covered in cloth with the same white shade of snow to you.

you stifled a chuckle, listening to x ramble on about how his latest invention was different than the one people had invented as he touched random buttons. eventually, the words leaving his mouth became a foreign language to you that your brain had tuned out, subconsciously telling you to admire the pink camellias in the white snow.

the winter sun shining through the snowing clouds and illuminating your flushed face was enough to cut x off from his long-winded explanations and the workings of his latest machine for the beauty a cat had seemed to catch the tongue of this mouse. 

“something wrong? why did you stop?” you said, shaking him awake from the awe that had paralysed him.

“n-no, nothing’s wrong. i think i’ll have to postpone the experiment; i just remembered that this isn’t the ideal condition to record the data i require.” x added quickly, the way his eyes were looking all over the place, but your face was enough indication to let you know something was up, but you didn’t push it.

you hummed along to his lame excuse with a knowing grin, gesturing for him to come join you amongst the flowers and bask together in the winter sun.

to think that the last time he enjoyed the sun like this, he couldn’t even think of a scenario that could compare with the way he had felt back then. soaking sunshine into his growing bones paired with the gentle way falling snowflakes kissed his skin was something out of a dream. but then again, he didn’t have you at that time. 

so he sat next to you in this field of flowers, sunshine seeping into his soul, your head on his shoulder, and the falling snow like a kitten licking his fingers. his experiment could wait a hundred years and fail a hundred times if he could experience this moment over and over again. this time, no one would catch him here with you in this snowy paradise under the beautiful winter sun.

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☆ — burnt. piece for the @st-pavlov-foundation's advent event! ft. X — enjoy!

extra notes ! : wc somewhere at 800-1k+, mostly indulgent foundation cast shenanigans, regulus is an accomplice in a crime (of burning a Christmas tree), this was a treat to write, holiday vibes ig

The charred remains of the Christmas tree turns to ash in a sorry pile, and so too does X's mood.

Not good.

If Druvis, no, if you found out that the magnificent tree that had been adorned with countless Christmas decorations had turned into nothing but ashes, with the smoke still visible… Oh dear. It seems he's found himself in quite the conundrum.

X had to think fast if he wished to keep his head in place. Wasting no time in cleaning up the sorry remains of the once grand tree, he almost managed to remain unseen if not for a certain nosy Pirate.

“Oho…? Why, if it isn't Mr. X, and what do we have here?” dressed in clothes fitting for the recent drop in temperature, Regulus looks at him with a tantalizing look, as if saying ‘Oh, you're in trouble’ straight to his face.

Attempting to save face at least, X clears his throat. “Haha, nothing too noteworthy. Just a simple work of mine that needs no mention.”

“Does burning down the tree that Druvis and [Name] so lovingly prepared count as simple work?”

Shedding his pleasant facade like a second skin, X immediately puts his hand on the brown-haired girl’s mouth. “Mmph–!”

“Not a word, now, Miss Regulus.” X hisses, smile turning sharp as a knife. “Do try not to mention this to anyone. I’m not keen on seeing Miss Sotheby's devastated look, and certainly not keen on seeing Miss Druvis’ or [Name]’s fury…”

Tugging his hand off of her mouth, Regulus fixes her hair, shifting her nightcap. “Alright, alright, I'll keep it a secret. So how'd you even end up burning the entire tree?”

“A simple malfunction and underestimation on my part, I'm afraid.” Eyeing the flamethrower at the side, X shrugs. (how do you even manage to look so nonchalant? Regulus wonders.) “I was merely trying to adjust the settings to the superpowered output of the Chicken Roaster, but as you can see, that didn't go too well.”

“Chicken Roaster? Isn't that supposed to be a turkey roaster?”

“Different terms, yet in the same vein, yes.” X mutters, and Regulus eyes him momentarily, before a huge smile (clearly one with schemes in mind) crosses her face.

“Hehehe, worry not, Mr. X! This pirate here is nothing if not discreet! I'll keep it a secret.”

“But, there's something I wanted to ask. What do you plan to do when Druvis or [Name] asks about it?”

X smiles at that. “That won't happen. They’ll never know the difference once I finish making a replica.”

“X.” there's a menacing undertone to your voice as you tap your foot on the floor. “Regulus.”

The three individuals beside you, namely Vertin, Sotheby, and Sonetto simply look on, clear expressions of pity on their faces for the aforementioned sinners.

“What happened…” you gesture to the ash pile of where the tree once stood, eyes closing while a dark aura permeates around you. “To the tree?"

“My love, surely we can reach a reasonable understanding for my- I mean, our mistake!” X starts, perspiration gathering at his temple. You were certainly terrifying when you were angry, that's for sure.

“It was X, [Name]!” Regulus continues after him, to which the dark-haired man gives her a look of warning.

“He burnt the tree because he was testing one of his machines!”

“It was an honest mistake! I was planning on building a new one, complete with a voice module that can automatically generate Christmas messages-”

“Enough of that.” you snap at both, and the two stop immediately, shutting up at your fierce tone.

You look at X, who's already avoiding your gaze.

“X.” you start, voice level, and X starts praying to whatever entity made a home in the canopy of stars.

"I'll build a new one.” he immediately blurts. He knew how this would go. You would probably not shower him in affection for a week, and at worst, even nearing a month. And for X who considers your affection as something infinitely more important than any of his inventions, that was a no-go. Absolutely not. Not when the holidays and the chill of the winter air gave him a perfect excuse to hold you.

You just sigh, already relenting. Despite just how much X could be such a pain in the ass sometimes, his charm still showed. And how could you say no to his eager face?

"Fine. You both can go now. But make sure you finish that tree in time for the Foundation's year end party, alright? And I mean it, X!”

Heterochromic and almond eyes meet, and Regulus sighs. “Phew. Almost saw the light take me there. Now-”

“Just a moment.” you turn back to them, before giving a weary chuckle.

“You won't be off the hook so easily with Druvis.”

“Ah. Right.”

Well, not so off the hook now, weren't they?

"You know you shouldn't have done that, right?" sipping a glass of Sotheby's personal concoction, a sugary yet light blend of lemonade, you huff at X approaching you.

In the end, after much scolding and almost falling victim to Druvis' huge floral army not getting any tree to display, X had owned up to his mistake, constructing a simple yet better (his words, not yours) replica of the Christmas Tree, complete with the scuffed and almost sorry handmade decorations everyone in the foundation had thankfully came to supply.

The bustling air of the white walls of the normally cold and dreary Foundation was a welcome one, with all of its arcanists partaking for just this moment a vista of merriment and warmth. You could still recall the complaints it took many of the researchers for them to even help your lover with his tree replica, and yet now, nobody seems to complain.

The warmth that you feel as you bathe in the almost cozy sway of the party is more than enough for it to lift your mood. You had been quite disgruntled at you and Druvis' hard work going to waste, despite X 'fixing' such a problem. But now, you suppose it should be fine now, and you have X and everyone else to thank for that.

The various arrays of course meals and appetizers alike, the soothing melody of one of Regulus' records playing in the atmosphere... yes, this wasn't so bad.

At the smile on your face, X's smile turns smug. "Well, since you don't seem to be mad right now, I guess it all worked out in the end, hm?"

You can hear the enthusiastic and faintly bashful voice belonging to Sonetto, currently being showered with compliments for her outfit, and to the left, you can see Vertin, her normally tense expression into one of simplicity, the ghost of a smile on her face.

You can hear the playful bark of a certain newcomer Vertin and her companions had brought in, the ever so composed Apple's response to some of Druvis' small talk, and you can see Sotheby, the sweet girl she is, plating Regulus another one of her specialties, a lovely heaping of fruit cake, with the brown-haired Pirate scarfing it down heartily, crumbs on her face and all.

The smile on your face grows bigger at the sight, and you stop while you bring the rim of the glass to your lips. "I guess it did."

Because even with burnt Christmas trees and too-inquisitive lovers, you can't help but think that everything worked out fine, and there's nothing more you could want than this.

@ MHIIEEE 2023 : do not repost, copy, or plagiarize my work.

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THE ICE THAT SCRAPED AGAINST OUR FEET

⤷ pairing: the fool x reader

⤷ content: reader is gender-neutral with no specified pronouns, established relationship, fluff, reader is said to be a dancer but it isn't really discussed on, use of the terms "dear", " my dearest", and other stuff like that, a single mention of puking but it doesn't actually happen

⤷ word count: 0.4k+

⤷ synopsis: the fool asked you to perform with them!...in a way you didn't expect but couldn't possibly refuse.

⤷ note: written for the advent event of the st. pavlov foundation, my prompt is "ice"! had so much fun writing this oml

⤷ taglist: @julestotaldrama

taking your hand, the fool grinned as they glided you against the frozen lake. your heart rate was increasing, yet the fool's touch eased your feelings ever so slightly. your gaze flickered from the fool's hands to the ground, and back to their hands.

the feeling of their hands intertwined with yours made the heat flow to your cheeks, despite the cold weather. you looked at the fool, their face still concealed by their mask, yet you could tell they were grinning ear-to-ear.

their skates moved smoothly against the ice, contrasting to the jagged movement of yours. your breath hitched and you swore your heart skipped a beat as the fool suddenly placed their hands on your waist and lifted you up. you yelped, looking down at them. however, they still kept a wide smile on their face.

"needn't worry, dear!" the fool spoke, spinning you around in the air. you didn't know what to do, but you hoped that the fool wouldn't let you go.

"hello, dear!~" the fool cooed in your ear. you turned your head to face them, tilting your head curiously. you gave them a small smile, returning the greeting.

"you are a dancer, correct, my dear?" the fool grinned. you sighed softly, asking them what they wanted. you knew if they asked an obvious question like that, they were asking for a favor.

"well, dearest, i was curious if you would care to join me in ice skating. needn't worry -- it is very similar to dancing!"

you would have regretted accepting their strange offer if they didn't promise to peck your face with soft kisses afterward.

they continued to spin you around, causing your vision to become hazy. thank god you hadn't eaten beforehand, or else you would have thrown up.

was ice skating always so intense?

the fool finally placed you back on the ground, yet leaving you no time to adjust to the level change as they let go of one of your hands and dragged you around the ice. they laughed and giggled, and you couldn't help but smile at them.

after spinning you around a couple more times (on the ground) they pulled you close to them suddenly, giving you a kiss on the lips. you stared at them, dumbfounded and breathing heavily.

"was that too harsh of a performance, dear?" the fool chuckled. you only gave them a glare, before wrapping your arms around their waist and pulling them into a tight hug.

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'blizzard' - st. pavlov foundation’s winter celebration!

✩↛my entry towards @st-pavlov-foundation 'advent event'!

✩↛synopis - lilya never minded snow, yet she can't help complain when it gets in the way

✩↛warnings - gn!reader, fluff, wc - 528

lilya actually didn't mind snow. she grew up in russia afterall. she always enjoyed playing in the snow as a child and even when she began flying planes it never bothered her. during her early days as a pilot she always liked to push her luck and fly during snowfall regardless of what others thoughts as she thought it was fun.

she thought it was a great challenge. but then she actually started caring on the condition of her planes and realised it wasn't that good for them and stopped. not entirely however. ever so often of she was bored enough she would sneak into the cockpit and go for a fly.

and while the snow never caused issues, it was blizzards that really annoyed her. blizzards meant she couldn't fly for atleast a couple of days depending on how severe. especially during the winter, she hated those the most.

she was pacing up and down by the window to the door, dressed and ready to head outside - not as if she could however. you simply observed for a bit from the living room before turning your attention elsewhere. this was now the second day of a particularly harsh blizzard that effectively managed to snow you both in.

the snow was higher than the door outside and thus making it near impossible to leave. you didn't really mind as it was meant to clear in a maximum of three days but you knew lilya thought much different. she had been itching to finally go for a fly especially because she promised to show you a spot she found.

she stilled for a moment before commenting 'are you sure i can't find another way out?'

you simply hummed in response, attention elsewhere. she would have to calm eventually right?

'if you keep focusing on the snow it'll only get worse' you tired convincing her. and without your attention wavering she threw herself onto the spot next to you.

'aren't you bored of staying inside all this time?' she inquired as she starred at the ceiling.

another hum from your end made her huff. you knew she hated blizzards but there really wasn't much to do. so you simply took her hat and placed it to your side before opening your arms in attempt to coax her into your embrace.

she took the initiative and positioned herself to stare out the windows - although the snow covered more than half as the wind battered the rest. you brushed a few strands out her face before commenting 'if you settle and let the blizzard pass, i promise you can take me wherever for a flight'.

while she nearly did anyway, she seemed to perk at this and very happily obliged seeing as she had also caught wind of weather reports. after a short while of comfortable silence you finally commented with a smile to try and distract her 'i still don't understand how you wear practically the same outfit for flying regardless of the weather, especially winter'.

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Hellooo!! May I please request Зима as a lover? Just sweet fluff with how he caught feelings, how he expresses his love, silly things about him, headcanons, etc. I hope this wasn't too confusing and I'm super sorry if I broke one of the rules, you can just ignore this if I did. Thank you so much nevertheless!!

winter adrift

SUMMARY: Zima as a lover. CONTENT WARNINGS: None! NOTES: Fluff, so fluffy, headcanons, gn!reader, 0.7k words. A/N: Hiii anon!! I was really happy to write this, I love this silly little man. Thank you for the request! ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ

Zima is a very serious looking person. He doesn’t smile often, his words are few and far between, and when he does speak it is quiet and under his breath.

Despite this somewhat intimidating appearance, Zima is a very soft person at heart. He adores his little bird, his notebooks filled with scribbled poetry and other writings, and of course you. 

You, who appeared in his life as quickly as rainfall, bringing a certain light that he’d never experienced before. You, who split his life into two: the Before, and the After.

Before, he was a lonely poet wandering the Far East, with no one but wild animals to keep him from complete isolation. There was only his bird, his poems. It was a quiet life, one that let loneliness seep in far too quickly for his liking, but it was predictable and calm.

And then came the After. Before, he didn’t mind the solitude. But After—After, he couldn’t bear it, because he’d finally gotten a taste of what it was like to not be alone.

Zima’s days turned from sitting still for hours, writing diligently in his notebook, to walking alongside you through trees, watching the snow fall against his windows together, and baking bread in a kitchen far too small for two.

He fell for you very quickly, even if it took a while for him to realize it. It was only when he reflected upon his notebook and its contents, and noticed the sheer amount of writings dedicated to you. He doesn’t quite focus on his work after he’s penned it, so it was easy enough for the poems to be composed and then tucked away into his mind without realizing how many of them were a reflection on his feelings towards you.

By the time the two of you were properly together, he had already written enough to spill the contents of his heart ten times over.

He’s a very early riser, so he always ends up waking up before you. When he wakes up, he likes to look over at you; to watch your chest rise and fall in a careful rhythm, and observe the way your lips slightly part with every puff of breath. He’ll brush a hand over your forehead first, moving any loose strands of hair out of the way, before pressing a quick kiss to it.

Physical affection isn’t easy for him—in fact, he’s rather shy about it. He would prefer to hold your hand or chastely kiss your cheek rather than be overly affectionate, but if you ask for a hug or kiss, he won’t refuse.

(He gives amazing hugs. Just tight enough to feel secure without being restricting, and warm enough to keep away the winter chill.)

Even if he wants to shower you in sweet words and compliments, he isn’t flawless in the language and sometimes his speech fails him. Talking out loud is more difficult than writing, so the loving compliments he does give you are to be treasured.

Instead of words, he leaves you with gifts. A poem, dedicated to you. Wildflowers, picked from the snow and tied together with a ribbon. Baked foods, each more delicious than the last.

He’ll spend hours with you, not talking, just existing in the same space as him. If you sit with him long enough, you’ll be able to hear quiet mumbles under his breath as he becomes fully absorbed in his writing.

He knew he loved you as soon as the animals became as comfortable around you as they were around him. It began with his bird, who despite being all but glued to his side ever since they had met, decided to land on top of your head and settle in your hair. Next came the rabbits, and the ferrets, and then all of the rest of the creatures.

Those animals were his companions, his friends. It was inevitable they would love you just as much as he did, and seeing them warm up to you so quickly was only further proof that you were the one for him.

Seeing you sitting there, with his bird nestled into the crook of your neck, a fox curled on your lap and an elk resting at your side…

He can’t think of a moment where he’s felt more content.

“Hmm? What are you smiling about?”

“Ah… it is nothing… you simply look… perfect."

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I don’t mean to be rude but in the application form why is my email needed?

that’s just something google forms does, unfortunately! we have it set to ‘do not collect’ though, so we are unable to see your email.

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GINGERBREAD APOCALYPSE - sotheby

summary: in which a simple baking experiment turns into an all out battle

warnings: reader is gn, reader is implied to be related to sotheby, purely platonic

notes: hi, i’m kicking of the advent event of the st-pavlov-foundation! my prompt is “cookies and baked goods” so i decided to use my own twist to this! hope you enjoy!

“baking cookies isn’t the same as brewing potions sotheby!” you held in a deep breath of frustration, watching the young lady sprinkle flour into the mixing bowl as if she were sprinkling magnesia.

you had been woken up by the blonde heiress late at night, flashing her green puppy dog eyes at you, asking for some help to prepare a batch of cookies. and so here you were, moments away from a disaster and without the watchful eye of mr karson as you both tore the kitchen into disarray and chaos.

sotheby tutted at your remark, taking a spoon that you swore you had never used before and using it to stir the discolored batter.“of course it is, silly! this will be my best formula yet!”

actually now that you thought of it, you’d never seen that spoon or the mixing bowl before and you’d assisted mr karson multiple times in the kitchen. it almost looked like she was using…no, she couldn’t be.

“wait…is that your potions bowl? isn’t that your spoon that you use for your formulas!” you narrowed your eyes at her to which she ignored, seemingly more interested in stirring the cookie batter in a way that would have bakers dropping dead like flies in horror.

you had baked before, you remember that cookie batter shouldn’t be that odd color and it most definitely should not be moving. you watched warily as sotheby took out another potions bowl after tossing the batter into the oven, whipping the cream with such ferocity that it began to bubble and foam like soap.

“and now to whip the cream for the gingerbread men!” she declared gleefully, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach flutter with nervous butterflies at the way the whipping cream was turning. taking a peek at the recipe she was using, you felt panicked, rushing across the kitchen to stop her.

“WAIT! IT SAYS WHAP, WASH HANDS AND PRESENT NOT WHIP-“

there went the kitchen as the whipping cream exploded in both your faces, covering every inch of the room and the both of you. wiping the sweet clouds covering your eyes, you glared at the girl, about to scold her until the oven opened with a huge bang and with it, a hoard of gingerbread men clambering out of it with a vengeance.

mr karson, clad in his pajamas and nightcap, stood at the entrance of the kitchen, surveying the scene with a mix of disbelief and exasperation. "what in the name of all things has happened here?" he exclaimed, his eyes wide as he took in the whipping cream battleground and the gingerbread insurgency.

you, on the other hand, were desperately trying to fend off the miniature gingerbread army that had escaped the confines of the oven. armed with a wooden spoon, you swatted at the determined cookies, which were targeting you for some weird reason. the kitchen had turned into a battlefield, with your yells blending with sotheby’s murmurs as she continued to analyze her recipe book.

she looked up, blinking innocently. "well, i thought if i added some ingredients, it would enhance the magical quality of the cookies. after all, cookies are just another kind of potion, right?"

you exchanged an incredulous glance with mr. karson, who had now donned a pair of oven mitts and was attempting to corral the rogue gingerbread men back into the oven. it was a futile effort, as the cookies seemed to have formed a rebellious alliance against their fate of being consumed.

as the chaos subsided, mr karson sighed, his gaze shifting from the mess to the disappointed expressions on your and sotheby’s faces. "baking is an art, not a potion-making experiment. and gingerbread men are meant to be delicious, not insurgent warriors."

“but rebellion can be delicious and sweet when delivered like vengeance, madame moisson taught me that.” the girl spoke up, and with her words was when you lost all self-control.

“sweet huh? i’ll give you a taste of something sweet!” you yelled, grabbing a gingerbread man that had climbed up your arm and throwing it in her face, fanning the flames.

it was safe to say that you were both banned from the kitchen after that.

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I saw ur requests were open, so can I request a medicine pocket with a reader who finds they're confident or even mean and sarcastic side attractive?

(This isn't nsfw, btw)

Like when medpoc acts like that the reader either internal screams or thinks "that's kinda.."

Anyways I hope you have a nice day‼️‼️

Winter's Notes:

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Feel free to request!

It's honestly not surprising how pissed Medicine Pocket gets every single time their co-workers mess up. And of course, you had the great honor of being their impromptu therapist.

"Like, I don't get it. How am I the only competent one in the entire department?"

You, on the other hand- was having a slight mental breakdown over how someone could possibly be so attractive while insulting pretty much everything in existence. [excluding you, of course. you hoped.]

"Hello? Are you listening?" Medicine Pocket had a slightly concerned expression [shocker], waving their arms in front of your face to get your attention.

"You've been zoning out a lot. Are you alright?"

That line caught you off guard.

"I'm fine. Just thinking."

"About what? Me?" Medicine Pocket smirked after saying that, because of course they noticed that you are a simp were thinking about them.

Damn it.

"Not my fault you were born attractive."

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Please! Cute general relationship headcanons with Dikke 🫶🏻 I’m begging. 🤧

Winter's Notes: If anybody is wondering why I don't write anything without a request, it's because you guys have good ideas and I don't. Hope you like this anon!

Style: Headcanons

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Feel free to request!

-She'll be the serious one in the relationship wouldn't be too interested in typical couple stuff

-But she would find little ways to express affection for her s/o

-Like getting them stuff she knows they like or being a little less cold with them around

-And her s/o is usually the one dragging her to do stuff, not the other way around

-They do go on dates though

-She doesn't do many generic date things like cuddling very often

-Dikke does think that you're the best and most perfect gf/person to ever exist

-You and her would probably be the first actual romantic relationship she ever had.

-9/10 overall. she is pretty busy with her judge duties, but it doesn't really affect the relationship that much. unless you enjoy comitting crimes in a daily basis then you're screwed

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can you do general relationship headcanons for Pavia?

Winter's Notes: Hope you like this anon! I wrote this while looking away, because I found out that that's how I write somehow.

Style: Headcanons

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Warnings: Mention of murder and death, if you don't like that DNI, fluffy? Stay away if you are sensitive if you don't like death.

-HIs shadow wolves already know you by your smell when you're introduced to him. They can already tell that he's infatuated with you.

-You are definitely not his first relationship. Maybe the first one he actually put effort in truly loved dearly to his heart, but you are not the first.

-Touch starved. He craves physical affection, he just doesn't know how to express it properly.

-You get a personal and in-depth tour to his personal collection of souvenirs from his victims! Of course, if you didn't want to see it- he would be confused like "Are you scared or something?" -Pavia was never taught cooking, but unlike Lilya, he's a decent cook. -Make sure to have a decent fridge unlike Vertin's that won't freeze his gelato. -Barely sleeps. Is like your personal guardian protector, he just watches you while you sleep. It could be creepy, but he's just being protective. -Does not understand the concept of a [sleep schedule], so be prepared to wake up at ungodly times to do anything and everything.

-Overall, 7/10- Great, pretty caring [in a twisted way], unless you're not a huge fan of gore and explicit details of murder. Then maybe stay away from Pavia within a 50-meter radius.

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hewwo it's the anon who requested the silly zima headcanons, i think they're neat!

maybe i'll name myself durandal anon :3

and now, i want zima to have like. a miserable wet cat s/o

s/o is damn failgirl and they don't know how they even pull such a fine guy like him

Winter's Notes: Hi durandal anon! Honestly it's great you liked those hcs, even tho my friend had helped me write those, so it's pretty different from my actual writing style. She has great ideas. Hope you liked this!

Style: Headcanons

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-Zima probably has three views of people: Normal, People His Bird Approves of, and People that his bird despises. -Therefore, the bird approved of you- despite your overall grumpiness and miserableness. -He loves you no matter what, even if sometimes he just can't wonder what the heck you are saying. -Zima does understand the general memo, and tries to make you feel better/less grumpy. -It probably doesn't work. His bird does try to cheer you up. It's really cute. [Even your miserable self has to admit that.]

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Yahooo

Can I request a jealous medicine pocket and x (separately) cuz reader is rlly affectionate with friends and shit while when they're with them reader gets all shy and stuff to show any affection and they get jelly cuz reader is rlly affectionate with friends and stuff

Anyways, that's it. Have a good day‼️‼️

Winter's Notes: I loved writing this, and I finally broke out of my weird brainwork where I couldn't write anything properly. Hope you liked this! Also does anyone know how tall Medicine Pocket and X is?

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Warnings: Fluff, hugging, mentions of kissing. Other than that, nothing!

You could feel Medicine Pocket's jealous stare from what felt like miles away. 'It's nothing,' you told yourself as you continued to chat with friends.

Your suspicions were confirmed correct as Medicine Pocket sneaked up behind you, with no regard of your current situation and hugging you.

"You should have seen your expression."

Medicine Pocket then promptly exited stage right, leaving you alone with your giggling friends and a flabbergasted expression.

Later, don't be a menace to society and give Medicine Pocket some hugs and kisses, won't you?

X is very obvious when he is jealous. Therefore, you should have known that he would sneak up to you like that.

"Boo!"

He then bear hugged you, wrapping his arms around your slender frame. You're now stuck with a living, breathing, genius of a teddy bear.

Make sure to give him more affection, unless you want this to happen more often. [Also, now you're going to smell like X's favorite tea for a while. He probably did that on purpose, that little cheeky guy]

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I liked your pocky game headcannons and I wanted to request the pocky game headcannons for Druvis iii and dikke. I hope you have a nice day

Winter’s Notes: Druvis III and Dikke are pretty reserved and quiet, so like melania they would probably not do it. [Actually maybe Druvis, but not dikke.] Also my hands are frozen while writing this. I also only did Dikke, sorry anon!

Style: Headcanons + Drabble

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Feel free to request! 

Warnings: DIKKE IS NOT WRITTEN, only druvis. Really bad writing, fluff, kissing.

-Druvis doesn't really enjoy such 'silly' games as she calls it, but because she loves you, she would reluctantly play.

"I don't really understand this game... but if you want to, let's try."

Druvis ending up winning, keeping a straight face the entire time as she kissed you after, as her reward for winning.