#Grape Ade Cookie

[peppermintstarsonamintyway]

been crunching down on thoughts for a crk modern au for a few weeks now, so here's a drawing I did of Butter Roll, Grape Ade (oc belonging to @pinkvaquita :3), and Espresso

crunched down thoughts and headcanons under the cut alongside close ups n stuff

Butter Roll!

-Held back in high school and college a few times, still trying to finish his biochemistry degree -Apprenticing at a blacksmith for extra credit to complete his degree and some pocket cash (he tried retail work one time, got fired real quick after making a threat to someone for being rude) -Left boot keeps getting stolen by the workshop pet, he's given up on getting it back and has just come to live with it -Always wearing the oven mitt, says it's cause he has a better grip with it, truth is he's a dumbass and had grabbed a metal rod, that had been in the furnace for two hours moments before, without it and got a particularly bad burn, he's equally embarrassed about the scar itself and how it happened so he just stopped taking it off unless he's at home

Grape Ade! (Oc by @pinkvaquita, all these thoughts are purely headcanons from my end! :D)

-Performer (undercover security) at the local club -Good friends with the owner of the club (it's Jelly Donut), often times has full access to the club even if it's closed that day (Jelly gave her a key and said "go wild") i don't actually have that many thoughts for grape ade (or i do i'm not sure the brain is numb rn) soo- yeah that's all until further notice

Espresso!

-Workaholic college professor/high school teacher and known researcher -Only working as a college professor/high school teacher because he needs money for his research (and having people to bounce his theories off is actually quite helpful) -Not a morning person, period -Five seconds from collapsing at any given moment -Glasses break frequently (it's not that they're badly made or anything, they just aren't meant to take punches to the face to protect students from whatever hellfire they get into), he has like fifty pairs on standby in his desk -Hair clips are an old gift from someone, he started wearing them because his hair was hard to put up comfortably

aaand that's all for the moment!

[pinkvaquita]

Grape Ade doodles because I love her

I love her. Girlfailure.

[pinkmintitz]

Headcanon of the day:

if Grape Ade cookie was a canon character and had that silly animation of randomly sweeping the floor. She would sing while doing so :D

[vaquitap1nk]

Couple goals <3

[quibbs126]

Headcanon I have:

The dragons were also originally created by Witches, or at least a witch, who saw the creation of Cookies and instead wanted to make other food based creatures, and using a completely different recipe/method made the original dragons

This process may have involved using actual dragon eggs, or perhaps bonding their in process creations with lizard eggs so they could fully grow, hence why they come from eggs and can reproduce on their own unlike Cookies

[tittysuckersworld]

i gotta put this womewhrte

[pinkvaquita]

OMFG YOU MAKE HER SO FUCKING PRETTY ALDNSLDNSLDMSLMDOWMDOQDMDKD

:P

@pinkvaquita @pinkmintitz doneeeee :D hope ya like it! I legit try to follow the ref as much as I can njkankdjnakj

No background is under here :D

[bretzkysbs]

It turns out the cookies are real — sort of.

They are baked at the home of Lara MacLean, who has been a “puppet wrangler” for the Jim Henson Company for almost three decades. MacLean started as an intern for Sesame Workshop in 1992 and has been working for the team ever since.

The recipe, roughly: Pancake mix, puffed rice, Grape-Nuts and instant coffee, with water in the mixture. The chocolate chips are made using hot glue sticks — essentially colored gobs of glue.

The cookies do not have oils, fats or sugars. Those would stain Cookie Monster. They’re edible, but barely. “Kind of like a dog treat,” MacLean says.

Before she reinvented the recipe in the 2000s, the creative team behind “Sesame Street” used versions of rice crackers and foams to make the cookies. The challenge was that the rice crackers would make more of a mess and get stuck in Cookie’s fur. And the foams didn’t look like cookies once they broke apart.

Cookie has been portrayed since 2001 by David Rudman, who took over the role from Frank Oz. Rudman’s right hand moves the mouth, which is eating, and his left hand holds the cookies. Both work in concert to break the cookies, which means they have to be soft enough to fall apart.

Rudman said soft cookies are best, adding, “The more crumbs, the funnier it is. If he eats the cookie, and it only breaks into two pieces if it’s too hard, it’s just not funny,” he said. “It looks almost painful. But if he eats a cookie and it explodes into a hundred crumbs, that’s where the comedy comes from.”

MacLean has perfected a recipe that is “thin enough that it’ll explode into a hundred crumbs,” Rudman said. “But it’s not too thin that it’ll break in my hand when I’m holding it.”

Not every (human) guest realizes that the cookies aren’t meant to be eaten. Adam Sandler appeared on an episode and decided to share in the muppet's delight by spontaneously eating a cookie with him on set.

“As soon as the cameras cut, he was like, ‘Blech!' ” MacLean said.

[pinkvaquita]

After so... SO FUCKING LONG...

I finally re-desing my oc for one if my oc x canon ships!

Remember Sugar Coated Grape Cookie? Well yer name is just Grape Ade Cookie. Honestly I really wanted a shorted and lesd complicadate thing for her.

And damn it turned out good, SHE IS SO PRETTY <33333

Also, take some doodles of her being down bad for Butter roll cookie :3

[pinkvaquita]

She KNOWS Grape Ade is bad news

Like, just imagine the kids and Black Raisin sitting in the sand after falling in the simulation. Recovering. And then they are about to go and taking a few steps, they hear something heavy falling and hitting the sand.

And they found Grape Ade uncouncious. The kids obviously help her while she is knocked , but Black Raisin absolutly doesn't have a good feeling about her xd

Asdkjagbweyia oh my god yeah- Black Raisin's fuckin' birdy senses going haywire just staring at Grape Ade oh lord

[jungwnies]

f1 grid (2/2) | friendly interactions...or not

୨ৎ : featuring : kimi antonelli, ollie bearman, yuki tsunoda, isack hadjar, and liam lawson + special feature franco colapinto and lance stroll (click here for part one) ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by @holycastles) : meeting your friends who they seemingly get along with...kinda...not...really?

୨ৎ : genre : comedy / angst if u squint rly rly rly hard ୨ৎ : word count : 2636

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ 10k event | masterlist ୨ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : feel free to comment whose was your favorite to read.. i was lowkey starting to run out of names for the friends but i just loved wiritng their personalities so i kept it going fr...

ʚ・kimi antonelli

when you told your friends you were bringing your boyfriend to game night, the reactions were mixed.

“wait, kimi antonelli?” asked clara, confused.

“the f1 one?” said mara. “how old is he again?”

“isn’t he like… twelve?” theo joked.

“relax,” you said. “he’s eighteen. and also my boyfriend, so behave.”

“we’ll see,” your friend josh said with a smirk. “he better be funny.”

“he’s… his own type of funny,” you muttered.

kimi showed up in a hoodie three sizes too big, with sour candy in one hand and a very serious look on his face.

“hi,” he said to your friends. “i brought these because i don’t know how to interact socially without snacks.”

there was a pause.

josh burst out laughing. “dude. same.”

mara blinked. “wait, was that sarcasm?”

kimi tilted his head. “i don’t even know anymore.”

within twenty minutes, the boys were obsessed.

he and josh bonded over bad memes. he beat theo in mario kart and yelled, “get ratioed” at the top of his lungs. at one point he said, “i’m just a little italian guy trying my best,” and for some reason, that sent everyone into hysterics.

“bro, he’s hilarious,” theo whispered to you. “like, weird, but hilarious.”

meanwhile, clara leaned over to mara and whispered, “do you get what he’s saying half the time?”

“no,” mara replied. “but it’s… endearing?”

during a break in the chaos, kimi curled up next to you on the couch.

“i think i accidentally trauma bonded with your guy friends,” he said.

you grinned. “they love you.”

“clara looks like she’s trying to decode me.”

“she’s just trying to understand the words coming out of your mouth.”

he smirked. “relatable.”

later, when you were getting your jacket to leave, you heard josh go, “hey man. game night again next week?”

kimi blinked. “i thought you guys weren’t sure about me.”

“you said ‘skibidi rizzler’ and then roasted theo’s spotify. you’re in.”

mara added, “i don’t get half your jokes, but you clearly love her, so… you’re safe.”

kimi blushed to his ears. “i do. a lot.”

in the car, he looked over at you, cheeks still pink.

“was i weird?”

“yes,” you said, grinning. “but you were also so you. and they liked that.”

he leaned his head back, dramatically relieved. “i was gonna throw up if they hated me.”

you squeezed his hand. “don’t worry, "skibidi rizzler". you’ve been accepted.”

he groaned. “never say that again.”

ʚ・ollie bearman

“i’m warning you now,” you said as you opened the door to your friend's apartment, “just let him talk. he’ll get back around eventually.”

your best friend lina raised a brow. “you make it sound like he’s a glitching npc.”

“he kind of is,” you said. “in a cute way.”

ollie burst in with a wide grin, arms full of snacks, and said, “hi! i didn’t know what people liked so i got crisps—sorry, chips—and cookies, but not the boring kind, like the chunky ones, oh and grapes? don’t know why, i panicked in tesco.”

everyone stared.

then zach went, “dude. grapes are elite.”

and just like that, ollie was in.

it didn’t take long for the chaos to unfold.

“so anyway, i was karting when i was, like, six, and i spun out and—wait, no, that was the time i threw up. different story. but yeah! that was actually at buckmore park—have you ever been there? it’s sick—oh! remind me to show you the video of my crash there. it’s insane—but like, i was fine! mostly.”

your friend jordan blinked. “you good, man?”

“never,” ollie replied with a grin. “but like, in a charming way.”

he was overly polite to your girlfriends — offering drinks, clearing plates, pulling chairs out like an actual prince.

meanwhile, your guy friends loved him. they started egging him on to tell more f2 horror stories and he delivered, with bonus sound effects.

“then the suspension just clonk right into the curb—oh! and i had no radio. like, dead silent. except i was screaming. in my helmet. obviously.”

lina leaned over to you, wide-eyed. “he’s… surprisingly not annoying.”

you laughed. “high praise.”

later, while you were helping clean up, you found ollie in the kitchen with zach, passionately explaining why banana bread is a “top-tier mental health snack.”

“i just think if i was sad and someone handed me banana bread, i’d, like, immediately heal. you know?”

zach nodded, solemn. “you’re so right.”

you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist.

he startled, turned, then beamed. “oh! i forgot you were here for a second.”

“wow. romantic.”

“i didn’t mean—wait, no, i—ugh. i was just talking about you actually—like in a nice way—not in a creepy ‘i forgot you existed’ way.”

you laughed into his chest. “it’s okay. they love you.”

“really?”

“mmhmm. even lina said you weren’t annoying.”

he gasped. “success.”

ʚ・yuki tsunoda

“are you sure?” yuki asked as you pulled into the driveway.

you glanced at him. “sure about what?”

“meeting your girl group. that’s intense. like—way more intimidating than any race.”

you grinned. “you’ve done monaco. you’ll survive maya, dani, and alina.”

he groaned, already slouching in his seat. “i’m so short. they’re gonna judge me.”

“they’re literally all under 5'6" and alina is obsessed with you.”

that got him to sit up straighter.

the second you walked in, the energy shifted.

“oh my god, he’s so tiny,” dani squealed before even saying hi.

yuki blinked. “that’s rude.”

maya gasped. “wait, he talks back? i love him already.”

you gave him a see? look and whispered, “you’re good.”

but then alina wrapped him in a hug and he straight up hid his face in your shoulder.

“she’s too nice,” he muttered.

the four of you curled up in the living room, snacks out, wine flowing, and yuki slowly relaxing as the evening unfolded.

he told them about japan. about driving. about his new obsession with peach iced tea.

“i had six in one day once,” he said proudly. “i thought i was gonna ascend.”

“you did not just use the word ‘ascend,’” maya laughed.

he shrugged. “i’m multilingual and dramatic. let me live.”

every time you got up to grab something, yuki subtly followed you with his eyes.

when you disappeared into the kitchen for longer than thirty seconds?

“where’d she go?” he asked, shifting closer to the edge of the couch.

“she’s grabbing the popcorn,” alina replied.

yuki stared at the doorway like a lost puppy.

dani whispered, “he’s so whipped. it’s adorable.”

later, while you were all painting your nails and gossiping, yuki laid across the couch, half-asleep with his head in your lap.

alina grinned. “he’s different than i thought. i expected him to be, like… louder.”

you brushed yuki’s hair back gently. “oh, he’s loud. just not when he’s this cozy.”

he mumbled, “i’m awake.”

“you’re drooling on my leg.”

“i’m cozy,” he grumbled.

when it was time to leave, maya kissed his cheek and said, “you’re not allowed to break her heart. or we will break your knees.”

yuki blinked. “i believe you.”

alina giggled. “he’s so soft. i love him.”

as you walked him back to the car, he slid his fingers between yours and murmured, “they’re scary. but nice.”

you laughed. “you were perfect.”

“even when i drooled?”

“especially then.”

ʚ・isack hadjar

“he’s not… like… calm, is he?” your friend rowan asked as they rearranged the snacks on the table.

you blinked. “define calm?”

from the hallway, isack yelled, “babe! i almost knocked over a bike rack trying to parallel park! but we’re good!”

rowan just looked at you. “right.”

isack burst into the apartment like he was walking into a stadium, arms wide, yelling, “where are the friends? i brought vibes.”

everyone stared.

then zara whispered, “…he’s french?”

and isla said, “this is already the best night ever.”

from the jump, isack had no filter. he told a story about a bird flying into his car. he tried to do a backflip off the couch and nearly took out a lamp. he mispronounced “charcuterie” like three different ways — all confidently.

at one point, he shouted, “i love her!” across the room when you handed him a soda, then took a bow.

rowan blinked. “so. he’s like… a cartoon character?”

you just sipped your drink. “you get used to it.”

then it happened.

zara leaned in, voice too innocent. “wait. are you the one who said no no no i destroyed the car?”

isack froze.

you watched the life leave his eyes. “that was… taken out of context.”

“oh no,” rowan said. “it was very in context.”

isla pulled it up on her phone. “it’s literally right here. you’re screaming.”

isack covered his face. “i will never know peace.”

to recover, he stood on a chair and shouted, “i may have destroyed a car, but i will never destroy the vibe.”

the room cheered like he’d won eurovision.

you just watched from the kitchen, shaking your head. “he’s completely unhinged.”

rowan walked by and muttered, “…but kind of iconic?”

later, isack flopped next to you on the couch, breathless.

“do your friends think i’m insane?”

“they know you’re insane.”

he grinned. “do they love it?”

you kissed his cheek. “terrifyingly, yes.”

ʚ・liam lawson

“so he’s the kiwi one, right?” asked your friend jess, pouring sangria.

“yeah,” you nodded.

“should we… like… not bring up australia?”

“please don’t bring up australia.”

twenty minutes later, your friend caleb (who is painfully australian) was in a full-blown shouting match with liam about who invented the flat white.

“i’m telling you, it’s an aussie invention,” caleb said.

liam gasped. “that is the most offensive thing you’ve ever said and i watched you put ketchup on your pasta.”

“it’s tomato sauce!”

“it was definitely ketchup!”

you tried to step in.

“okay! okay. everyone breathe. there is literally no reason for australians and kiwis to beef right now.”

jess raised an eyebrow. “this feels… deeply rooted.”

“it is deeply rooted!” liam shouted, standing dramatically with a tim tam in hand. “they stole our pavlova. they’re trying to erase our dairy-based desserts and caffeinated legacy!”

“it’s meringue!”

“it’s national pride!”

your other friend tash whispered to you, “is this foreplay for them or should we break it up?”

you groaned into your drink. “honestly? bit of both.”

the bickering only escalated when someone brought up rugby.

“they can’t win so they start dragging sports we don’t even play,” liam muttered.

caleb stood up. “say that again.”

liam, still chewing on a cookie: “you heard me, vegemite boy.”

but the thing was… everyone loved him.

even caleb, who was actively trying to wrestle him off the couch at one point, said, “nah, he’s alright. for a sheep-chaser.”

“you’re alright too,” liam grinned. “for someone who puts beetroot on burgers.”

“you shut your mouth.”

at the end of the night, when everyone was finally winding down and swapping memes, jess looked over and whispered to you, “he’s hilarious.”

you nodded. “i know.”

“also, like… weirdly hot when he’s yelling about national sovereignty?”

you sighed. “i know.”

on the way home, liam wrapped his arm around your shoulders and muttered, “you really hang out with aussies on purpose?”

“they’re my friends, babe.”

he fake-shivered. “braver than a new zealander walking into a sydney cafe.”

you rolled your eyes. “you’re never living this down.”

“i stand by everything i said.”

ʚ・franco colapinto

franco walked in with two kisses on the cheek, a lazy smile, and said, “you must be the beautiful friends i’ve heard so much about.”

sahana looked at naya.

naya looked at you.

you gave them both the don’t start glare.

he sat down, complimented someone’s earrings, offered to pour the wine, and said something in spanish that made three of them blink twice.

you facepalmed. “franco.”

“what? i said her hair looked nice.”

“in a very specific way.”

the tension was palpable. your friends were polite, but you could feel the judgement.

sahana leaned over during charcuterie hour and whispered, “he’s too charming. i don’t trust it.”

naya added, “he’s literally the plot of a rom-com. you sure he’s not stringing people along?”

“he’s like this with everyone,” you muttered. “it’s not a threat. it’s a setting.”

the switch flipped when he stood behind you in the kitchen and wrapped his arms around your waist.

his voice dropped instantly, low and soft. “you okay? you look stressed.”

you blinked. “they’re… just feeling you out.”

“do they think i’m going to break your heart?”

you nodded.

he kissed your shoulder. “tell them i’d rather crash every race for the rest of my life than hurt you.”

you turned. “that’s dramatic.”

he smiled. “i’m latin.”

back at the table, he was still charming — but the way he looked at you? totally different.

the flirty act faded when it was just you. he tucked your hair behind your ear. rubbed his thumb along your knuckles when you weren’t speaking. smiled like an idiot when you laughed at your own joke.

sahana clocked it first. she nudged naya.

“that’s not a playboy.”

naya whispered back, “that’s a simp.”

later, as he was helping gather plates, he told maya, “she makes me nervous. that’s how i know i’m serious.”

maya told everyone.

by the end of the night, naya hugged you and whispered, “okay. we were wrong. he’s a flirt, but he’s yours. i get it now.”

you smirked. “i told you. he’s only dangerous if you’re not me.”

franco called from the door, “who’s stealing my girlfriend?”

sahana rolled her eyes. “no one, simp boy.”

ʚ・lance stroll

you warned them.

“i’m serious,” you said as you passed around wine glasses. “do not freak out. don’t mention his family. don’t ask how much his shoes cost. just treat him like a normal guy.”

“babe,” said your best friend jules, “he shows up in aston martin merch and calls that casual.”

“yeah,” taryn added. “if he says the word ‘monaco’ before dessert, i’m walking out.”

lance showed up five minutes later with a bottle of actual champagne and said, “sorry i’m late, the plane got delayed.”

you stared at him. “you could’ve just said traffic.”

he blinked. “oh. right. yeah, traffic.”

your friends whispered like you brought home royalty. which, honestly, you kind of did.

the beginning was a little awkward.

lance was polite — very polite — like he'd been trained to charm people in formal wear.

your friends tried. they really did.

“so… you race cars?” jules asked.

“yeah,” lance nodded. “it’s fun.”

“that’s it?”

“well, sometimes it sucks. but yeah. mostly fun.”

but then he relaxed a little. started laughing when jules made a terrible pun. started teasing you for how you eat your pizza. started joking about crashing a scooter once because he saw a cat and “needed to know if it was cute.”

taryn blinked. “okay, wait. he’s kinda funny.”

you grinned. “told you.”

it all went well — until brunch plans came up.

jules asked, “wanna do that rooftop place this sunday?”

lance shrugged. “we could also just fly to monaco for the day. the brunch at hotel de paris is better.”

everyone stopped breathing.

you slowly turned to him. “lance.”

“what?”

jules whispered, “did he just offer to casually jet us to monaco for eggs?”

lance blinked. “you guys don’t have passports?”

later, as he helped carry leftovers to the car, taryn grabbed you by the arm.

“i judged him too fast.”

you raised a brow. “because he’s nice?”

“because he’s a golden retriever in gucci.”

you laughed. “he’s a little ridiculous.”

“he’s also so obsessed with you it’s scary. keep him.”

lance, from the car: “are we bringing the rest of the wine or should i—wait, i’ll just buy more. never mind!”

you sighed. “see what i mean?”

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[skyrigel]

Hey Rigel I love ur work like so much 💓 can I request Anthony bridgerton where he is getting married and realises his love his y/n or smth similar with him getting jealous and angry when y/n and Benedict or colin fake date like tht or anything if this doesn't make sense 😭

Enchanted | A.B x you

Pairing: Anthony bridgerton x fem!reader, Benedict x fem!reader x colin ( platonic) wc - 3.8k

Synopsis: When Aubreyton's CEO strikes a match with Miss Edwina sharma, because she's nice and kind and witty, ofcourse nothing could go wrong, except you have feelings for Anthony.

Warning :CEO! Anthony x assistant! reader, Asshole! Anthony, Benedict x sophie, Polin, bridgerton's chaotic dynamic, reader and Benedict share one brain cell that's mostly with you, alcohol, fake marriage( Anthony and reader), social media au, office au, modern setting, forced proximity, jealousy jealousy, mutual pinning, fluffy fluff, bit angst, arranged marriage, bit Collen Hoover bashing but it's a joke ( maybe not ) no Edwina bashing, scary Kate sharma, yes!!! ( Might add more later )

" Your brother is an idiot." You said, gritting your teeth as your mail blew with applicants, beautiful young ladies with peculiar yet remarkable talents.

" That." Benedict catched the grape midair with his mouth," we know of." He added with a cocky grin.

" Read another ! " Colin peppered, stealing your cookies which you ignored, sighing as you opened another mail.

" Tiana Young, twenty-one, I like to read, write and sing, my favourite author is Collen Hoover—" Benedict snorted, " —I like children and hope to be a mother, I am very soft spoken and good natured, my neighbours call me Ti, because I am a tea kinda person—"

" What's a tea kinda person ? " Colin bited the smuggled cookie, Benedict pulled the remaining to his side hastily, you felt your appetite long gone.

" It's like...they are like tea..." Benedict said, more in doubt as he looked for affirmation.

" Like milk tea or another tea ? " You asked, perhaps tea could takeaway your headache.

" What's an another tea ? " Colin's hand began to pull the tray, Benedict frowned but said nothing, taking one hurriedly and breaking it into two parts, offering you the bigger one.

" No thank-you, let me fix this Tiana's appointment." You exhaled, copy pasting a paragraph how (un) grateful you were to her for reaching out, she would soon have her appointment date and bla bla bla.

" I knew my brother was workholic but this wife hunting thingy is so exhausting." Benedict wiggled his eyebrows, you knew he was being kind but he wasn't helping at all.

" It would have been over if his requirements weren't so high, like he's not looking for a wife but some utopian woman god has yet to create ! " You were ranting, you knew, but this was the only way you could stop yourself from punching Anthony for putting you into this misery.

" Why can't he just fall in love ? " Colin looked at you and Benedict seriously, his mouth covered in crumbs, " Come on, love is like...like a force to be reckoned with ! " He beamed, ofcourse it was a force, didn't Penelope wrote something smiliary in her latest book, you somehow felt your heart shuddering, what would happen if Anthony were to be in love, some intelligent, beautiful woman, some utopian goddess of his, you didn't like the idea one bit, so you laughed it off.

" Brother in love ? " Benedict was in stitches, banging his palm on the table, shaking few very important papers that laid without any significance. They will be probably used as napkin if you weren't there.

" It's not funny." Colin got up, taking his coat, he rolled his eyes when Benedict refused to stop laughing, you shaked your head helplessly as another mail popped up, Jasmine had written a essay about global peace and increasing capatilism, you groaned, damn you Anthony bridgerton!

_

" Good evening Anthony." You tapped save on your screen as Anthony entered the office, a beak of sweat trickling down his neck line, okay, someone got either fired or roasted down to their very existence, you preferred the former.

" Good evening y/n." He looked up at you, he worried his jaw to say more but decided against it as he settled on his chair, it was very comfy and very big, years of working with him but you couldn't fathom the courage to ever have a taste, perhaps Benedict would help, maybe then.

" There are twelve appointments I have scheduled for tomorrow, Miss Becka—"

" Cancel them."

" What ?! " You almost shouted, you didn't waste your whole day to adjust and fit these pretty woman according to the time and weather and place and Anthony's mood so nothing went wrong, did he just said cancel them like it was nothing, this—

" We are going out Tommorow, it might take all day so cancel them." Anthony ran a hand through his hair as he exhaled sharply, your brain short circuited at the words more and more made some meaning, we ?! Did he, for heaven's sake said we ?

" You and me ? " You blurted and lowered your gaze when his eyes snapped to you, a deep color blazed your nose as you fiddled with your skirt.

" Yes, me and you." He confirmed and you could swore, that was a smile, a small, thin, almost unrecognisable on his always stern face, but that was a smile.

" Why ? " You closed your laptop, tucking the strands of your hair that usually came out after a long day, behind you ear.

Anthony pressed a key and it beeped, he shifted his face to you, thinking that he was almost frowning and finally, he said with a neutral face.

" I have found a match." His face gave nothing away, " Miss Edwina will be most suitable for marriage." He said it like it wasn't his marriage he was talking about, " she's very graceful and witty and would make a amiable wife and a kind loving mot—"

" Right." You snapped mid course, his mouth was hanging open with words lost in void, you knew very well Miss Edwina was a fine young lady, she was beautiful and kind and sharp at wits, ofcourse this ended your torment or perhaps began another, but not now, you needed to think.

" I..I promised Benedict for dinner. " You muttered, feeling your whole body numb as you stumbled out of your seat, Anthony watched, something glazed in his eyes but you couldn't place it, you might if you looked longer but you had no courage left now. You were almost at the glassy door, he was watching you intently and you felt his gaze burn at your back.

" You like my brother quite very much." He startled you, you paused, heart beats echoing through your throat. It was like he was accusing you, almost jabbing his finger on your chest. What does that mean ?

" What could I say ? He's very amiable." You turned to smile at him, it trembled on your lips and Anthony scoffed slightly, mouth curving in disdain but it was gone as soon as it crossed his face. Damn you !

" Have a nice day sir." You closed the door behind you, covering your face as a muffled scream cut through your cartilage.

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" Miss Edwina ?! " Benedict almost screamed as you narrowed your eye sternly at him, he lowered his voice in a whisper, ducking his head down towards you, " sorry but Miss Edwina ?! "

" I know, I know." You swigged another gulp of the dizzy bubbling liquid that will give you a terrible headache tommorow but right now, you just wanted this uneasiness feeling to go away.

" Didn't her scary sister vowed to ruin him or something like that ? " Benedict licked his thumb, eye's watering at the spice, you loved this place's Chole bhature very much, last time Benedict cried when he accidentally bited the green masala filled chilly.

" Yeah, she refused to take ahead the Mayfair deal, or something like that, not that it would ruin anything and—" You sighed, leaning back your head as the soft music tickled your senses.

" What ? " You heard his faint murmur.

" Well Anthony was right, as soon as our team announced his engagement, ofcourse not revealing the bride, he's well trending—"

" He's always trending." Benedict groaned, chugging water as his lips were swollen with spiced heat.

" Yes, but not for thirsty things, i meant that Aubreyton is trending and our shares are touching the sky and it's a whole profitable season ahead." You ended breathlessly, you stared at him for full second before both your eye's crinkled with smiles and laughter that came from your hearts, it lightened the air somehow as well as your heart.

" You do remember I am part of the executive board ? " Benedict tilted his head with a warm smile and you shaked your head, feeling tipsy.

" Like you do anything except torment me and poor Colin ! " You pouted, feeling your cheeks flush as Benedict threw his head back and laughed.

" Poor Colin ? " He cooed, " he's probably getting laid tonight." He added with a wink, you slapped his shoulder nervously.

" Penelope replied ? "

" Ofcourse, my dear little brother wrote a whole ass three page message, with a picture of all her books that too hardcover and first editions."

" Wow." You said, impressed, Colin was head over heels, it was only a matter of time since the dazzling author knew.

" And what of Miss Beckett ? " You wiggled your eyebrows like Benedict did when he teased you, he turned a beetroot red as he fumbled with the last contents of his glass.

" She refused for a live in relationship." He said, his face grew sad and you mentally winced for putting him there.

" Oh." You nodded, Sophia lived with her evil mother who liked to see her suffer and she was, afterall, too good of a girl.

" Benedict..." You whispered when he closed his eyes softly, hiding his face behind his palms.

" I am not crying." He was. He sniffed as a few heads turned towards the pair of you, many with sympathy, probably thinking you had refused to marry him or something.

" Hey, hey, hey..." You pulled yourself as you dizzily tripped over to his side, wrapping your arms around him as he melted in your embrace.

" She doesn't understand..." He said it so muffled that it was unable to make out what he said, but you understood it anyway.

" She will, she loves you so much." You kissed his head and he nodded, tears streaking your shirt as he finally emerged with red, sticky face and puppy bright eyes.

" I think i drank too much." He admitted, you nodded, feeling yourself floating too.

" Let's call a cab, we shouldn't drive." You suggested, fiddling with cash as you payed the bill, leaving good tip for the teenager waiter, who smiled kindly at every inner joke Benedict shot.

" Uh huh." He focused hard on his phone, sticking his tongue out like he did when he was really, really drunk and or just really, felt the need to, or he was about to do something stupid, which he did.

Twelve minutes later, Anthony bridgerton was standing outside the restaurant with a heavy frown and it was strange to see him in normal clothes, like that grey t-shirt felt odd yet gorgeous and those sweatpants, you were way too drunk, you realised.

" You'll make a fine gentleman." Anthony curted his mouth, his words dripped with sarcasm that you and Benedict were too drunk to catch on.

" Thankyou, the cab idea was mine." He said smugly, ducking out when you smacked his ass with your purse, Anthony watched with wide eyes.

" Liar." You jabbed at him, he started to giggle and stumbled, taking you along before Anthony grabbed you by the waist and pulled you away from him, Benedict winked at you when Anthony closed his eyes, frustration or whatever that dazed him, his touch was electrifying, like current jostling in water.

Anthony pulled away his arms from you, his eyes strained like it pained him just the same it hurt you.

" You are wasting my time brother, get in the car." He glared, " come." He said to you, his gaze softened but that could be alcohol, you weren't reliable narrator especially when it was Anthony bridgerton.

" Well you could have refused." Benedict ran and sprawled inside like a bear, covering the whole back seat with his wasted body.

" Yes well, I didn't come for y—" he clamped his mouth in a thin line, nerve twitching on his forehead as he breathed hard, eyeing you as you ran after Benedict's seat thievery, you opened the door and his head almost snapped when he looked up you, it was a nauseous enough to make you vomit.

" Move." You pulled his hair, in no hell you will sit in the front seat, not like you haven't, but you were drunk and you were angry and you hated Anthony and you wished so much to just, to just, just once, once just, kiss him hard, that's alcohol, bloody alcohol.

" Leave this idiot." Anthony was suddenly behind you, he touched your elbow with same electric touch, guiding you to the empty front seat as he opened the door, you could feel Benedict wiggling his eye, you will deal with this bastard later.

" I was thinking—" Benedict started, once Anthony started driving, he was shut real quick when Anthony glared with words.

" Stop thinking." Anthony rolled the steering wheel and you looked away, those veins taunted and lured you, it was maddening and the streets were much dull and undistracting.

Benedict giggled at something he probably said in his head, you chuckled when he burped, he did too, only Anthony didn't.

" Don't you have a date tommorow with Mr. Dorset ? " Benedict craned his neck to get a view of you, two Bridgerton's eyes were too much to take as you thought hard, well yes a date, with Mr. Dorset, yes, you did remember.

" Ofcourse." You said, Anthony drifted a turn that jerked your head forward and you would have got a concussion if it wasn't his big palm that came for rescue.

" Are you okay ? " He asked, slowing down the car as his fingers pushed you back until the back of your head was pressed against the seat.

" Yeah." You confirmed, nothing was more threatening than his touch. He should bloody know that.

" Are you okay ? " Benedict mimicked and you realised he was down there, squashed on the car floor, his face hidden somewhere.

Anthony ignored him as his expressions hardened, he was breathing hard as he worried his lips, thinking and thinking.

" You do know it might take all day." Anthony finally said and you cocked your head to his side, you were drunk and well, sleepy too.

" What ? Well, it's a dinner date." You assured, Mr. Dorset wasn't letting go and a Thai curry wouldn't hurt anyway.

" Yes well, it might be very late." He was frowning now, his eyes were on the road but he would glance between nano seconds.

" Really ? " You pouted, you were way too gone now, it didn't matter, Anthony's eyes stopped at your lips and when he looked up, something changed, like it must have changed a long ago but it's colours were only visible now, like moon hiding behind the clouds, beaming but not seen and when it's finally high, hanging at sky, you blinked, expecting it to be gone, like everything, but when you opened your eyes, it was still there, as clear as ever, shimmering at you. That's alcohol, bloody alcohol.

" Yes.." Anthony gulped hard, pulling at Benedict's apartment, how much he wanted sophie to built a home with him, soon, you thought, soon.

" Oi y/n, I think I found your lipstick." Benedict hopped up, his face had lines where because he didn't bother to get up once he had fallen, with a shade that you never used in your whole lifetime, Anthony looked away when you tried to catch his eyes.

" That's not mine." You said, feeling anger creep up your neck, not knowing why, it's not that you were the only one who sat in his car and ofcourse you weren't his girlfriend, you weren't his friend even, he was your boss, you were his assistant, that's it, that's fucking it, you really wanted to punch his face, that's bloody alcohol, you would never drink again.

" Benedict, my brother." Anthony took the lipstick away which Benedict was trying to apply on himself, " get the fuck out."

" Goodbye to you too brother." He leaned to smooch Anthony when he hastily pulled away, growling.

" Bye bye sweetheart." Benedict smooched your cheek then and his lips only touched your warm skin before Anthony pushed him back in the back seat, it was, kinda rough.

" You are drunk." He told Benedict who shrugged, blinking heavily.

"He always kissed me goodbye." You glared at Anthony, this freaking bastard, chew on your lipstick, Idiot. You leaned down to kiss Benedict's cheek and he giggled softly, eyes locked with Anthony, his wide bastard grin flashing, glittering as Anthony eye rolled.

When Benedict was dropped, it was your turn, Anthony stared ahead like a statue, you were suffering in your own head.

The silence became heavy in air as the music was either tragic or too loud for your head and Anthony sensed the discomfort, turning it off altogether.

" What are we going to do actually? Venue deciding or something." You finally spoke, remembering how much you stared and stared when the article popped up, Anthony bridgerton looking for a wife !! You remembered the qualification list, should be well spoken, should be linguistic, should want kids, should be family loving, should be this, should be that, should have good enough hips to bear a child like what ?!

You remembered days and days when he would have his appointments, yes appointments, most of times he was out within five minutes, a frown on his face.

" She doesn't know algebra." He said one time when he came out within two minutes and you shrugged, well algebra was hard afterall.

And now Miss Edwina had ended all your miseries and torture, no lists, no more algebra's and Collen Hoover's, nothing of that anymore, Anthony would be a husband soon and perhaps he would love her, or already love her, he was so determined even when Kate sharma threatened to cut deals with Aubreyton if didn't stop sending flowers, well that was your doing, sending flowers because it was your idea, but well, it didn't matter.

" Well not the venue, but wedding ring and wedding dresses, Mother say we match and cake tasting and flowers—" we.

" When's the wedding ? " You looked at him scornfully, Anthony's eyes lowered at you as he stopped the car.

" Next week." Fuck you Anthony!

" Shouldn't you decide that with Miss Edwina herself ? " You were glad, but you had this feeling that he would be taken away from you, once married, he might not be yours, he was never yours, but still, why not start now ?

He frowned like it wasn't the most sensible and obvious thing.

" I..." He hesitated, " Miss Edwina might not want to go, since the wedding is too near and also, to keep it a private engagement."

" Oh." You didn't get a thing, your mind wasn't working as Anthony leaned down to open your door, you freezed, only your heart thudded loudly, could he hear ? What he did to you, well it wouldn't surprise you if he knew and still chose to torture your poor soul. " Why not state it publicly ? "

" I can't deal with the fanfictions." He said in matter of factly way. " And paparazzi giving Edwina trouble." Don't say her name, don't.

" Fanfictions ?! " You laughed so loud that he actually stopped thinking whatever he was, and just looked at you, as if taking in every detail, savouring them, drinking every bit of you in, he looked like he was mesmerized but that was just alcohol, just your silly heart, just you, who had read all those one shots, about you and him, ofcourse you weren't going to admit it and ofcourse you would be quite dammed if you ever saw Anthony getting shipped with Edwina Sharma, they are getting married in a week idiot, yes, but not today, not now, later, when it was time, please, not now. Later, now he was yours.

" You have a good choice either way." He was, for no reason, walking you to your door, you remembered how Benedict was practically kicked out earlier, he would tease you so much if you were to ever tell him.

" Oh please." You chuckled, rubbing your hands together in the chilly air, " I gifted Benedict onesies on his birthday."

Anthony smiled, it didn't leave his face until he caught you staring and you noticed how different he looked, when those lines were of joy instead of worry, he looked young and his boyishness made your heart do cartwheels.

" That was just a joke." He amused, " wasn't it ? " His smile faltered when you shaked your head in a no, fumbling for you keys.

" It wasn't so bad." Anthony said, somewhat traumatised, " Benedict wore them anyway."

" It had penguins ! " You cringed at the memory, a drunkish Polaroid like, blurred and saturated, it was vivid but just like yesterday, Anthony didn't dance until you were both so drunk, perhaps he smiled back than too, and looked just as dazzling.

" You are good y/n." Anthony said sincerely, " stop being mean to yourself." You opened the door but your hands freezed at the doornob, why Anthony had to cut the right wires, why he had to upside down your whole world ?

" Well, same to you Anthony." You said, he lingered on the doorway more than he should, it was alcohol, it really, really was but no amount of gaslighting could blur the memory away, you always remembered how brave you were that night when you leaned down, one step not much, and placed a small, chaste kiss, just a brush of your lips against his blazing skin. A touch to his soul, it sparkled and rose and busted into a thousand orbs and sprinkled like glitters on you and him.

" Good night." You whispered, Anthony stared, too stunned to say anything, then he smiled, small and enchanting.

" Good night y/n." His smile stayed.

[soft4changbin]

Minty revenge

P1harmony Keeho x reader

Summary: A playful prank war between you and Keeho takes a surprising turn when he ends it with an unexpected kiss—and a confession.

Word count: 699

It started with toothpaste in his Oreos.

You’d been bored. He’d been bragging. Something about “having the mental strength of a Navy SEAL” because he survived three consecutive dance practices and didn’t complain once. You rolled your eyes, made a mental note, and carefully replaced the cream in his favorite cookies with minty freshness.

The scream he let out echoed through the dorm.

“You psychopath!” he cried, dramatically spitting into the sink.

“You wanted dessert,” you said sweetly. “I just added dental hygiene.”

He glared at you with toothpaste still foaming at the corners of his mouth. “This means war.”

You underestimated how serious Keeho was about revenge.

The next morning, your alarm went off—twice. Once at your usual 8 AM, and again at 3:30 AM thanks to the second alarm he secretly set on your phone. You woke up thinking the world was ending, only to find a smug sticky note on your mirror:

“Navy SEALs wake up early. —K 💋”

You were still half-asleep when you started plotting retaliation.

It escalated quickly. He switched your shampoo for conditioner. You filled his hoodie pockets with glitter. He taped googly eyes to every photo in your bedroom. You rigged his speaker to play Baby Shark at full blast the next time he turned it on.

Somehow, no one else in the dorms got involved. Everyone just watched from a safe distance, amused but wisely uninvolved.

“Do you two even like each other?” Jiung asked one day, peeking over his phone.

Keeho gave a lazy shrug, not looking up from his cereal. “Nope. Can’t stand her.”

You threw a grape at him. He caught it in his mouth without blinking.

It should have ended there. Really, it should have. But you had one more trick.

It involved a small bottle of fake tattoo ink and a very sleepy Keeho who always napped shirtless after practice.

You spent twenty careful minutes in his room while he snored into his pillow. When he finally woke up, he stumbled to the bathroom and let out the most unholy noise you’d ever heard.

“WHAT. IS. ON. MY. BACK?!”

“Looks like a tattoo,” you called from the hallway.

“YOU GAVE ME A TRAMP STAMP OF A DOLPHIN?!”

You collapsed into the hallway carpet, wheezing. “With a heart! Don’t forget the heart!”

He stormed out shirtless, phone in hand, trying to twist and take a photo of his back.

“This is the final straw,” he hissed.

“Oh yeah?” you grinned. “Whatcha gonna do, glue my shoes to the ceiling?”

He didn’t respond.

He just walked up to you, stared, and then—kissed you.

Right there, in the middle of the hallway, with toothpaste Oreos and glitter-filled shoes in your shared history, he kissed you like it was the most obvious move in the world.

When he pulled back, you blinked, speechless.

He smirked. “Told you I’d win.”

You stared at him, heart doing gymnastics. “That was cheating.”

“Nah.” He grinned wider. “It was strategy.”

You folded your arms, pretending your cheeks weren’t on fire. “So what now? You win and we go back to being normal?”

His smile softened, just a little. “No. Now I take you on a date, and then I win.”

“…Oh.”

He raised a brow. “Oh?”

You huffed. “Fine. But I’m bringing glitter.”

He laughed, eyes crinkling the way they only did when he was really, truly happy.

“Of course you are,” he said. “That’s why I like you.”

[cimoris]

- ⚜︎ Virtue Era Black Sapphire Cookie and Y/n ⚜︎ -

A reference sheet

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Characters: Black Sapphire Cookie, Y/n, Shadow Milk Cookie

Series/AU: Chasing Home

[Masterlist]

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Black Sapphire Cookie and Y/n are renowned in the Akademia world. The top students in their respective areas of interest.

Y/n's studies focus on Applied Magic-as in how magic can be applied in daily lives to make things more efficient. She had invented several spells to improve the quality of life of cookies.

Y/n's most famous work is the optimization of healing spells, allowing healers to regrow a limb without exhausting all of their magic. Before her discovery, it was impossible to even reconnect a missing limb without at least 5 healers present. This spell is lost along with the destruction of the Spire of All Knowledge.

Y/n is interested in insects. She has several sketchbooks of insect drawings. It creeps most cookies.

Shadow Milk Cookie often asked her to draw diagrams to be included in his textbook.

Y/n's favourite virtue is Mystic Flour Cookie.

Black Sapphire Cookie's studies focus on Magical Artifacts, where he invents gadgets imbued with magic. One of his most renowned inventions is the teleportation gate.

Black Sapphire Cookie is into plays, specifically in the genre of tragedy or psychological horror.

Black Sapphire Cookie enjoys writing poems, scripts, journals, fiction, and all forms of writings. But he never put his name on it. His writings are considered as some of the finest literature in Earthbread even millenias later.

Shadow Milk Cookie knows of Black Sapphire Cookie's passion for writing. He often used his writings in his lecture, just to embarrass his son.

Black Sapphire Cookie and Y/n created an artifact that helps blind cookies to see and deaf cookies to hear. Their invention is a prototype for Pure Vanilla Cookie's staff.

Black Sapphire Cookie and Y/n are the same age, but Black Sapphire is more emotionally mature between the two.

Black Sapphire Cookie is often mistaken as Shadow Milk Cookie's daughter. While Y/n is often mistaken as his son.

Black Sapphire Cookie has a lot of male and female admirers to the point that there is an unofficial organization within Shadow Milk Cookie's academy just to gush over him.

Black Sapphire Cookie's favourite virtue is Eternal Sugar Cookie.

Candy Apple Cookie, like Black Sapphire Cookie and Y/n, is artificially made by infusing magic into an organic object. (Black Sapphire Cookie is made by infusing magic into a grape.) It will take from 9 - 12 months before they "hatch."

Candy Apple Cookie hatched after Shadow Milk Cookie is sealed away. She did not have the chance to see either him or Y/n.

A/n: Feel free to drop an ask! I am more than happy to answer them. I will be adding more information on the Chasing Home AU soon! These pages might be altered since it is an AU in the making.

[tanoshiboo]

PSA; I have been getting a few unsavory messages regarding my Shadowsugar theories and artwork. They are not for you if you don't like Shadowsugar in the slightest ! I am not saying any of this is canon, it's food for thought, artwork and maybe even plausible little theories. These are completely meant for fun and enjoyment, this is a fandom after all ! Enjoy yourselves!!

⚠️Shadowsugar theories/fanon ideas ahead ! ⚠️

Do you guys remember when I talked about the Shadowsugar + Persephone and Hades theory? (if not, here you go: https://www.tumblr.com/tanoshiboo/785867032329601025/hey-out-of-curiosity-you-think-about-shadowsugar)

They had two children, interestingly enough

In Orphic mythology, there was Dionysus/Zargeus (essentially the same, I think) and Melinoe (the younger and little-attested sister)

Now, the interesting part about this is:

Dionysus's association with grapes/grape vines and theatre and the radio staff Black Sapphire holds to an extent looks like a Thyrsus (this one's stretchy)

(I think we all know Black Sapphire's association with grapes and just general theatrics)

Melinoe's name basically means "tree fruit" hmm.. I wonder what that could possibly remind one of, totally not apples at all (although it can also possibly mean dark-minded)

Now, some accounts say, especially in orphic greek mythology that Zeus was the one who was the father of Dionysus, but interestingly, in some ways, Shadow Milk is not that far off from Zeus either sometimes - Although this is mostly Orphic

Zeus transformed into a serpent to deceive Persephone which apparently led to the creation of Dionysus (sometimes apparently Melinoe instead, I'm not 100% sure here) and he also fathered Melinoe

Also, interestingly enough, Melinoe is also described as having limbs that are "partly black" and "partly white" because of Hades (dark) and Zeus (light) in orphic as well. She apparently tends to be associated with the colors black and white

I'm just adding to my Persephone and Hades theories from a while back, and also the theories of CA and BS being their children ⚙️⚙️⚙️⚙️

I also considered maybe Pavlova also being since it was theorized that Eros was also possibly the son of Hermes but it doesn't matter since I'll just be considering his ~3 direct siblings

Harmonia and Phobos/Deimos

^ maybe CA ^ Mixed to influence BA

but stretchy.. I also headcannoned maybe they could be like Cain and Abel too , BA being Cain and Pavlova being Abel, especially since one is more demonic and the other is more angelic (for obvious reasons). maybe Candy Apple could be Aclima. Just thought this was fun to think about

If you want to look into more directly to mix stuff:

Oh yes, speaking of which, I thought it was cute that Candy Apple and Pavlova also have big bows in their designs. The double-colored long hair on older Pavlova reminded me of Shadow Milk's pre corruption hair/sage of truth hair. (also generally the fringe reminds me of Smilk) Not exactly theories at all but it's sooo cute to think about ...

And the silhouette of the bow strands also look a bit like they'd make a coattail... I don't know why, but Pavlova is so Candy-apple-esque if only she were not evil/more "angelic"

Also how they're all associated with fruits, especially the one's in Eternal Sugar's garden (berries, apples, grapes) is lovely, even Shadow Milk is strongly associated with blueberries . Only one who isn't is Eternal Sugar but to be frank fruits contain relatively high natural sugar content ...

If you think about it, Candy Apple cookie behaves a lot like Eternal Sugar sometimes... And Pavlova is a bit of a little trickster just like Shadow Milk cookie - I wonder if they would get upset about it sometimes lol ⛱️ Imagine raising a child as a divorcee only for them to turn out like the other parent instead

Ooooh and I nearly forgot to add, I thought it was interesting how Black Pearl cookie and Shadow Milk cookie are so similar especially in terms of lines which is funny because I'm pretty sure Black Pearl cookie is meant to be like a fem sea-based Hades (also Black Pearl's voice actor voices Lady in Azure too!)

I had some more thoughts, but I'm too sleepy to talk about them further. I did talk about them earlier but I had doubts and considering either re-writing or let it catch dust

so much rejection...

All of these things are very think-worthy and art material for me and I hope it's the case for everyone else too who likes it as much as I do 🧡

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bûche de noël with kaeya please! with the prompt "stop trying to get me under the mistletoe!"

kaeya alberich x stop trying to get me under the mistletoe!

There are a few things people know Kaeya is.

An excellent swordsman, the trusty cavalry captain of the Knights of Favonius, a regular visitor of the Mondstadt taverns once the sun sets and a blanket of promised quiet is draped over the city. He’s a familiar presence, the best drinking companion, reliable but not entirely predictable, often at odds with his brother.

Many fell prey to his confidence and charm over the years and still do, easily lured in by an irresistible magnetic field that feels so natural, so secure. How many of those people, you wonder, take the time to notice how his entire life seems an ad-hoc project? Brick after brick of carefully calculated demeanor and charismatic smiles, patiently positioned on top of one another ever since he was so young.

Kaeya as a project, an adoptive son, a troublesome brother with an exasperating flair for drama, a great fighter, a selfish, giving, lonely, popular man.

This is what you saw at first, the same things he allowed everyone else to see. You, the child of a foreign merchant who’d begged and begged Crepus to let him become part of the flourishing winery business in Mondstadt. As he listed countless ingredients coming from remote lands and the men initiated a detailed discussion involving all the seasonal variations their range of wines could acquire, you silently wandered away from the dimly illuminated room. Anxious to explore the estate and its vast vineyard, you still remember the fragrance of grapes filling the air as you walked around with your nose wrinkled in skepticism.

Sure, it was cute. But it all still seemed far below the warm, colorful, spice infused surroundings of your land, smells and flavors that already felt like they belonged to a previous lifetime. That’s when you first saw him, swinging around a wooden toy sword all by himself, half-hidden behind an oak barrel. The flash of a periwinkle stare that looked comically suspicious on a child only lasted a few moments as Kaeya casually invited you to play with him. Since you look so upset. Always the infuriatingly perceptive observer.

He still looks at you like that sometimes, when suspicion crawls from the depths of his guarded brain. Are you planning another surprise birthday party? What are you and Diluc laughing about? Where on earth did you hide the Dandelion wine? Are you absolutely certain you can love him of all people?

You are now allowed to see what others can only dream of coming across.

Kaeya looks especially good in the early morning light, right before he puts on the eyepatch his navy bangs barely hide, when softness and sleep are still clinging to his lazy smile. He never has to be drunk to actually speak his mind, likes to keep his voice low when having a sincere conversation, loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, can get extremely cold and defensive, has so much blood on his hands. More than anything, he’s in love with you. Desperately so. You may be the only person he truly trusts in this life and you’re far too aware of how much of a privilege that is.

However, still not a good enough reason to give in easily or pretend you don’t notice what he’s been trying to do ever since you started decorating the small house you share for the upcoming festivities.

“Can you come help me with the batter? I think it’s too runny”.

You don’t look up from the book you’re reading at the kitchen table.

“I’m sure it’s fine”.

“But what if it’s not? How will you sleep tonight, knowing that these cookies could’ve been saved?”.

“Very well”, you put the book down and make your way to the counter. Except you approach him on the wrong side and hide an amused smile at the outraged look Kaeya does nothing to conceal. His frown deepens when you casually grab the bowl, your head never close enough to be resting underneath the flash of green hanging from the cabinet on his left.

“Looks good to me”, you grin and press a quick kiss to his cheek before leaving him cold once more.

When Kaeya offered to help you decorate the house, you couldn’t have anticipated how stubborn he’d become about something so silly. It soon became an unspoken challenge between you two, a christmas themed cat and mouse game. Mistletoe would appear hanging from the strangest, most unexpected places: above the couch, from the stairs, on the backs of some dining room chairs, cabinets, even underneath the freaking table. You only found out when he had casually dropped a napkin and asked you to please get it for him.

And so you giggle to yourself, run through open doorways, movements quick and calculated to avoid being caught underneath it, while your lover grows increasingly grumpy.

“Kaeya, I have to go! You know how your brother gets when I’m late”. You’re the only person allowed to refer to Diluc as such, the one person allowed to hear Kaeya call him that. Diluc himself hasn’t heard the word in years.

“You’re free to go”, he narrows his pretty eye at you.

“Stop trying to get me under the mistletoe!”, exasperated, you slide away from his gentle hold and hurry through the bedroom door. He’s onto you in a second, caging your frame against the wall with a petulant pout.

“Why won’t you kiss me?”.

“I kiss you all the time”.

“But I want a special christmas kiss”.

“You’re gonna have to wait until christmas, then”, with a wink, you pinch his nose and chuckle at his groan.

It is not without a significant amount of crankiness that he succumbs to your iron will at last, still grumbling about how you’d only unfairly grant him regular kisses. His annoyance reaches never before seen levels when voices of how wonderfully decorated for the holidays the Ragnvindr estate is reach him, your touch apparently evident in sparkling ornaments, gingerbread houses, tinsels and so much mistletoe.

Truth is, you can never resist Kaeya for too long. Riling him up is an exquisite pastime but you’d never pass up the chance to remind him of how special and deeply cherished he is.

Christmas eve is still more than a week away, therefore you’re certain he doesn’t expect to find you waiting for him so early, the table set and filled with all his favorite dishes. You’re particularly busy this time of the year and Diluc isn’t one to turn a blind eye just because you’re his friend: orders are piling up and it’s not like the fault isn’t to attribute to your father’s delicious, spice infused holiday wine. You now occupy the role that was once his, surely demanding but also so rewarding.  

Kaeya doesn’t have much of a reason to entertain himself at different taverns until late anymore, not when someone is either waiting for him or he gets to make sure a nice dinner is ready by the time you tiredly shuffle through the front door with a sweet smile.

“What is this? How are you home so early?”, he doesn’t hide his surprise when he walks in, a few snowflakes still melting on his shoulders.

You hum, feigning meditativeness. “I can go, you seem disappointed”.

“Don’t you dare”, Kaeya closes the short distance between you two in two strides, you’re already giggling when he tenderly takes your face in his cool hands and presses a kiss to your lips.

It doesn’t have to be christmas, to be special. The cavalry captain of the Knights of Favonius watches you intently as you share details of your day over dinner, basks in the familiar warmth of your voice, the most insignificant story about inadvertitely mixing up barrels for a very important order gaining an inexplicable fascination if it’s you who’s narrating it. When he looks at you, candles and seashell table lamp causing the light to dance gently across your features, his heart fills with gratitude. He never allowed himself to expect much from life but you proved every single one of his predictions wrong, continuing to do so each day.

“Put your cape on. The one with the hood”.

You tilt your head to the side.

“What? Why?”.

“Captain’s orders”, Kaeya winks, charming, a boyish grin softens when he rises from his seat, “just do it, please”.

You comply, albeit confused. He loves that particular cape on you, always says it makes you shine. The fact that its color could make one think of his own outfit is, obviously, a mere coincidence.

Kaeya smiles when you get back into the living room, where he awaits with an extended hand.

“What are you doing?”, you chuckle when he brings you close, body warm and solid pressing to yours, hands resting on your hips as your arms find their designated place, loosely wrapped around his neck.

He starts swaying, a gentle melody hummed in the quiet of the evening. You recognize it easily: he sings it to himself at times, when no one can hear and thus be blessed with yet another piece of the mystery Kaeya Alberich is. His voice is velvet, the tune nostalgic. “From my childhood”, was the only thing he revealed when you once inquired about its roots.  

You don’t immediately understand why he pulls your hood up, until you catch a glimpse of the familiar glow of his vision. He evokes snowflakes that fall delicately upon you both, they melt on your clothes and the wooden floor. It’s never really cold if he’s there.

“I love you”, Kaeya whispers, face hidden in the crook of your neck.

“Give me a special kiss, then?”, he is only briefly stopped by the way you start rummaging through your pocket, eyes shining with mischief. He chuckles when you take out the mistletoe at last.

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