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covetyou · 4 months

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pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) warnings: no outbreak, fluff, smut, fingering, playing in the snow, temperature play, Joel probs has super bad circulation, established relationship but it's their first Christmas together and reader has some relationship insecurites word count: 2.7k summary: With your holiday plans ruined when a freak snow storm blows through town, you spend the fesitve period holed up with your partner, Joel Miller, learning exactly how warm you can keep each other in the snow.

A/N: happy holidays and merry sunday @oogaboogasphincter, from your Pedrostories Secret Santa! I went mostly for a snow, with a sprinkling of established relationship, and a dash of doing cozy things. I don't think I've written any of these things before, so it was a learning experience! I used just about every synonym I know for the word cold too.

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Your holiday plans had gone to shit the moment that first flurry fell from the sky. Icy roads, cancelled flights, and downed power lines - Texas infrastructure at its finest - had put a halt to your plans to head back north for the holiday. Joel's holiday plans didn't fair much better, and instead of your first Christmas together being spent apart, you were spending your first Christmas together, well, together.

Then, to make a bad thing worse, the power went out, leaving you stuck in the dark and the cold in your apartment, and together suddenly became very together.

It hadn't been the plan - you still felt so very shiny and new at this, at being with him, and the idea of spending such a significant holiday holed up with him terrified you more than the dark ever did. But still, Joel drove on treacherous roads to come pick you up at 3am, dragging you and the perishable food from your refrigerator back to his place for the holidays. He had a generator, and fuel, and enough space for both of you to be comfortable, he said.

You spent the first day keeping to yourself, tiptoeing around, not wanting to disturb him any more than you were. Then he'd caught you circling around the back of the sofa, so as to not disturb his view of the TV, and his deep laughter stopped you dead in your tracks.

A "the fuck are you doin'" later and your insecurities came tumbling out, quickly quashed by Joel as he made it very well known just how much he wanted you there. That night, it didn't take you long to learn how warm you could keep each other.

The second day was spent bundled together on the sofa, him between your legs or you between his.

On the third, you worked up such a sweat together that you'd walked around his house naked, never more grateful for the generator chugging away in the garage.

Eventually, domesticity took over, and you spent a day wrapped up in each other in different ways. Watching a movie, drinking hot coffee, cooking a meal.

You'd trailed behind Joel into the yard on his way to check the generator that same day, Joel wanting to check it was well fueled, and you wanting an excuse to be out of the house for five minutes.

You kick at the snow, enjoying it for a few moments before it inevitably seeps through your shoes and chills your toes. Reaching down, you fluff it through your fingers, throwing a little into the air just to watch it fall again - as if you hadn't seen enough falling snow this last week. Joel is watches you, his eyes burning into your back and a smile tugging at his lips.

"You get inside, I'll deal with all this."

You stick your tongue out at him, trudging further over the snow to spin in the middle of the yard with your arms flung wide. He's laughing along with you when you stop, disorientated and unsteady on your feet. Looking back to him you stop in your tracks, finally seeing the deep gouges that mar the otherwise pristine white crust covering the ground. Yours and Joel's boots, footprints in the snow. Something about it, your foot steps mingling there together for all to see, wretches open your chest and captivates you.

And so, drawn in as you were by the footprints, you write your initials in the snow. Yours first, and then his, joined together and underlined as fact. You hesitate to carve out a frozen heart - too fearful to freeze something so warm and new and growing in something as rigid and fragile as ice - and turn to Joel again, a smile spreading across your face as you gesture to the letters in the snow -

"Oof."

- and a snowball, aimed perfectly at the back of your head a moment ago collides directly with your face. You cough and splutter, briefly blinded by ice as you swipe your freezing fingers over your face, hearing the creak of Joel's boots on the snow as he approaches you with apologies and laughter spilling from his lips in equal measure.

You glower at him, snow undoubtedly caught in your eyebrows, hiding a laugh of your own.

"Get," he says, turning you by the shoulders and pushing lightly to get you back inside. "I'll handle out here, check on the generator. Get warmed up."

Inside, the warmth almost burns as you peel off your layers and check on the food still baking away in the oven. Holding your hands in front of it like it was an open flame, you warm your fingers and wait for Joel, who comes back a few minutes later, chilled to the bone, stomping the snow from his boots and shaking his head as he shudders with the cold.

"Generator's still lookin' good," he says, slapping his gloves down on the counter. He rubs his hands together, blowing on them in an attempt to warm them up faster. Four days now, and the power was still out thanks to a new downfall of snow overnight.

"Your turn to get warm then," you smile, bending down to peer into the oven. "Dinner won't be long now."

"Sounds great, darlin'."

The bitter bubble of air he brought in with him surrounds you as he pulls you into his arms, nuzzling his frosty nose into your hair, laughing with you as you twitch away from the cold.

You expect him to move to the stove, to warm his hands on the heat of the oven just as you did, but instead he draws his fingertips up your belly, pushing your sweater up. Cold fingers meet the soft warmth of your bare skin and you gasp, gripping his arm.

"Joel! Don't you dare."

It was karmic justice really, given the number of times you'd warmed your feet on him in the night recently. You couldn't help it if the man was like a radiator.

"Got old fingers, baby, cold gets to my bones quick. Lemme warm 'em up, I know just the place."

"Fine," you say, tensing and preparing for the incoming press of his icy hand to your belly.

It doesn't come. Instead he tucks his hand down the front of your leggings, dragging the cold with him and holding you tight with his other arm.

"Joel..."

"What? Friction gets 'em warmer quicker. You don't want me to lose 'em to frostbite, do you?" You can feel him smiling into your hair as you gasp at the cold press of his fingertips to the white heat between your legs.

"No. Wouldn't want you gettin' frostbite."

Joel hums into your hair, breathing you in, just as he starts to rub softly over your clit. The sensation makes your skin prickle, first with warmth, then with cold, then something deliciously inbetween.

A moment later he's already slipping them from you and you twist, raising your eyebrow at him and preparing to call him a tease, only to watch as he slides his fingers into his mouth, slicking his cool digits up with his saliva. He's tucking them back into your leggings with a mocking raised eyebrow of his own, kissing the gasp from your lips as his fingers make cold, wet trails down your warm stomach again. They slip against your clit with ease now, but the wetness only exacerbates the chill of his fingers.

The layers of your panties and leggings can't warm up his hand fast enough, and even as he starts to rub gently at you, doing much more than just warming his fingers, you feel a shiver of cold run through you.

"Friction is b-bullshit," you stutter. "Your fingers are still cold as hell."

"Just think how I feel, they're my fingers."

"My heart bleeds for you, Joel," you retort, leaning your head back onto him.

"If it don't feel good, I can stop."

"... I never said anything about stopping," you sigh, closing your eyes and widening your stance a little so he can reach further down.

Joel doesn't need further prompting, his spit slicked fingers slipping through your folds to dip lower between your legs to swipe at your entrance. It seemed counterintuitive, putting something so cold somewhere so warm, but Joel's fingers sliding with ease through the wetness pooled between your legs was proof enough that it did something.

Small strokes become broader, his cold fingers swiping up and down the seam of you as if to prove friction was all he was after. The heat from your core soon begins to warm his fingers, pulling warmth back into his bones and easing the ache in them with each passing moment. Still, it's slow going, and your arousal seems to grow exponentially quicker than the warmth in his fingers.

When they finally feel warmer, and your soft sighs turn to deeper moans, you arch your back, winding your hips along with the movement of his fingers. The cold was no match for how hot you were starting to feel. You would burn the cold right out of him before he was through.

"Joel-"

You gasp again when he slides a single cool finger down and presses it slowly inside of you. His fingertips may have been warmed by friction, but the length of his digits had not, and they still felt icy cold, making you clench and grip around him. Still, no amount of clenching can hide the wetness dripping out of you as he slides in with ease, slicking his finger up before pushing in with a second. He fucks you with them slowly, restricted by the fabric of your leggings, before pulling your arching back flush to his body. A second later his fingers still inside you, anchoring you down just as his palm presses flat against your mound. Warming you up and then cooling you down again over and over was making your head spin, and while you shudder and shiver in his arms, you know it's not the cold that does it this time.

"How are your hands still so cold," you pant.

"Bad circulation, darlin'," he whispers, and you feel yourself grow wetter still at the low gravelly sound of his voice.

"Should get that seen to."

"Good job I got you in the meantime."

The slow curl of his fingers isn't enough, and you find yourself rocking into his frigid palm, eager for the friction to return to your clit now that his fingers are buried deep inside you.

"Grind on it, darlin', that's it. Warm me up."

He rubs the heel of his palm against your clit in sync with your movements, and before you know it you're holding back twitches and biting your lips to stop moans from spilling too loudly out of you.

"You're gonna make me come, Joel."

"Just warmin' my hands, nothin' else."

You can hear the smile in his voice and feel it against your neck as he nuzzles his cold nose into your cheek.

"I know your game, Miller," you say, before groaning once again, pressing back against him with each rock of your hips, feeling the rapid swelling of his cock against your lower back. It seemed you were warming him in more ways than one as his fingers curled inside you, pushing and dragging against that spongy spot on your front wall that he never failed to find.

"Pussy's like a damn furnace. Who needs the generator, when we got this."

His palm is still cold, but you're starting to sweat, feeling the prickle of it across your scalp as you move, panting into the warm air of Joel's home. He could hold you like this forever, be buried in you like this forever as the world outside turned to ice, and you wouldn't mind.

But you're made painfully aware that this can't last forever as you feel yourself getting closer, pressure building inside you with each buck of your hips.

"Joel."

It's dizzying - his slowly warming palm and fingers, now red hot inside of you as they press and press and press at you in a way that would normally have you boneless if you were lying on his bed. But, standing here in the kitchen, you lock out your knees and hold on, white knuckle gripping the counter with your own still cold hands.

A shudder hits you when his cold face nudges yours again, and you turn your head to meet his lips in a kiss. He pulls the warmth from you there too, his cold nose nudging at yours. Even through your panties and the restricted movement of his hand, you can hear how wet you are, sloshing beneath his palm as you let out a keening moan straight into his mouth.

"S'okay. I got you."

He coaxes it out of you, you can feel it coming, his fingers picking up the pace, making the nudge of his palm just right, for just long enough, to send you skyrocketing in his arms.

It's white hot, sending a shiver down your spine as an orgasm ripples through you, twinkling behind your eyelids before exploding in your core, a muted breathy scream pulling from you with each gasping breath that leaves your mouth. You're falling apart as he holds you together, coming on his fingers and beneath his palm as he grinds it into every rock of your hips. Well practiced hands stop just as you're hitting a point of oversensitivity, cupping and holding onto you gently as you go as limp as you can in his arms, knees locked to keep you upright.

He swallows down each of your moans greedily, until you're left breathing heavy, forehead pressed to his. You feel half asleep, even standing on two feet.

"S'your turn," you mumble, only to be dissmissed by Joel with a promise of "later". You're grateful for it, feeling too sleepy to function all of a sudden, until Joel's voice rumbles through you once more.

"I'd say you make a great handwarmer, darlin'."

Laughter spills out of you, warm and bright, the heat in your cheeks warming his nose as he nuzzles against you once again.

"Only one problem," he murmurs, the cottonwool slowly clearing from your head.

"Mm?"

"Got two hands."

His other hand is still cold, he knows it is, but that doesn't stop him from snaking it up your waist, under your sweater and tickling at your bare stomach. You crumple in on yourself, legs that had held you through orgasm buckling as you twitch and laugh into him, smacking your fists into his sturdy chest.

"Stop, stop! You ass- asshole! J-Joel! Stop it!"

He lets you taste the laugh on his lips, kissing you once more as his cold hand rests against your bare skin.

"C'mon, let's eat."

You end that day as it started, wrapped up together, oblivious to the world outside and warmer than you had any right to be in a snow storm.

By the fifth day, the storm has passed, and by the sixth the power is back on, just in time for the big day. You both barely notice, staying wrapped up and warm together over the holiday.

You return to your apartment in the New Year and, even though the power has been back on for days and the heat has been pumping steadily, the place has never felt so cold.

In the years to come, you'd ask Joel about that week - the first of a New Year, and the first without you after having you around for so long. He'd tell you how cold it felt, how empty his house was without you in it. And when you turn up on his doorstep at the end of that first week, sniffling and crying and telling him you missed him, he'll crumple, telling you he felt exactly the same before drawing you into his arms and pulling you inside.

And then, eventually, in a home that was his and is now yours, you'll be sat in warmth and sunshine - as unexpected to the you of back then as a snowball to the face - watching your combined families meet for a Christmas not turned on its head by a Texan snow storm.

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ratasum · 2 months

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She could feel it in her bones.

It was a sensation she couldn't possibly describe. The way the beast's echoing roars crawled along every nerve, a deep, unsettling fear of a thing she didn't know but still remembered leaving an icy pit in her stomach colder than the snow surrounding her.

But now it was still, lifeless and looming, still locked in its now eternal death grip with its sibling. Lava dripping maw wide, teeth bigger than she was plainly visible. A statue, just like her ancestors had suspected it was before they'd learned a terrible, frightening lesson. A price that now led to her, Qirri of Pazz, standing in the eerie silence that followed the deaths of two elder dragons.

For several moments, all she could do was stare. She could hear Garrus calling her name, but she couldn't seem to respond. The fear drove her to run, but she couldn't. Rooted in place, trembling faintly.

And then she started to laugh.

Rocking faintly on her feet, she fell back into the snow, rifle falling from her hands to lay beside her. Laughing as tumultuous emotions rolled out of her. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes before streaking down her pale cheeks. She laughed until she was hoarse, until she wheezed, until wracking coughs shook her small frame between each peal of uncontrollable laughter.

Her parents claimed they could trace their lineage to refugees that fled Quora Sum. Her people lived in fear, forced into the terrible bright sunlight, teetering on the brink of extinction with food that did not sustain them and heat that made their bodies ache.

The thing that drove them from their homes felt so primal to any asura. And here she was, the daughter of a people who fought to prove themselves among races that saw them as small and weak. The rifle that had been in her hands had helped lay that ancient, terrible thing low.

Her! A premature, unexpected, unplanned, but not unloved child, with lungs that barely functioned and a body that grew ill at the slightest provocation. Any other much more worthy asura should have been here, but no. It was her!

"You're dead!" The words ripped from her mouth even as she heard footprints in the snow hurrying her way. Her voice came out tight and raspy, and she rolled to her side, coughing hard before pointing up at the husk of the terrible thing. "You're dead! You can't- you can't haunt us anymore! You can't haunt anyone anymore! And I was here! I saw it!"

Another heavy cough shook her until she had to curl up, not resisting as she felt Garrus's hands pulling her up, holding her like he did when she was so much smaller. Urging her to breathe slow, to use the scarf to cover her mouth to protect her aching lungs from the cold.

But she just laughed, pressing her face into his shoulder as he patted and rubbed her back, worry clear in his movements.

Qirri of Pazz, Qirri Tinkerfirst, a daughter of many daughters, had seen the end of Primordus. And from the sobbing and excited screams of her own people she could hear around her?

None of them would ever forget it.

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alexithymia-ofkoa · 7 months

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Start- 4/14

End- 6/1

Edited- 7/10

Published- 10/5

A/N: Please be aware that I'm not actually an active player of Genshin- I just like the character designs. However, I did at least try and research a bit of the information. So if something is off or incorrect, I apologize. It was simply what came up through google. Also, let's just- not talk about how this took me 2 months to finish 💀. Also, I didn't focus very well on the editing, some grammar might be off, just don't mind that.

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"Sir," you found your conversation was shattered by your employee, "What is it?"

"The Doctor requests your presence." You sigh in dismay. What could that psycho possibly want? Shuffling from your seat, you nod, "I'll be on my way then," you glance back at your guest. You had been speaking with one of the other Harbinger's. You collected your coat that had been draped over the chair, taking your sweet time before dismissing yourself from the room and stepping into the cold, wintry night of Snezhnaya. You were never one for the cold, the numbing of your fingers and nose. It was all a nuisance, but you had been stationed here by special request of the doctor himself. It wasn't unusual for the doctor to call for you. It was most obvious he picked favorites, quite confidently, too. With his choice in you, rumors began to arise. Nothing harmful to either you or the doctor's reputation. However, people began to speculate that you had become a sort of assistant for the doctor. It made sense, seeing as he called you in from time to time. Honestly, you heard the rumor so often that you were beginning to believe it yourself.

You made your away across the snowy plain, leaving footprints which luckily, your coat hung long enough to cover as you entered a new sort of domain. Your fingertips freezing thanks to the wind's icy touch. Speaking of, it seemed to be speeding up by the second. Your eyebrow twitched in irritation. What perfect timing he has. Snow was falling heavily and winds speeding up; the onsets of a blizzard. You picked up the pace, it'd be hard to make it through a blizzard, besides, you already hated the cold so very much. With no sign of the sun, only the dim lantern lit what was once a sidewalk, but had only been covered by the crunchy white sheet. You wondered curiously how many boots have tread this same path.

You reached the door eventually, stepping in with no worry to knock. It took a little effort to force the door shut, the wind beating against it harshly.

"Perfect timing."

The smooth yet threatening coo caught you off guard. Looking up, you could immediately recognize the azureous shade of blue that textured the doctor's feathered, sleek hair. You grit your teeth, biting back the thoughts that hummed about his beauty, the way pieces of his hair fell into place, perfectly framing his eerily serene face. Scoffing, you straightened up, dusting the extra snow from your clothes. "Worst timing," you shot back bitterly, knocking the snow from your boots, leaving his floor soaked. "Right, you never could handle the cold," Dottore hummed. You hated the way he seemed so at peace, how he never showed any weakness. "Make yourself comfortable," he chimed. It sounded less like an offer and more like demand, but perhaps that was just because of how you knew him to be; hardly ever polite or gentle.

You watched as he padded off into the depths of the building. You had hardly been to his living quarters, but, nonetheless, you slid off your coat, draping it over the coat rack before taking a comfortable seat on the couch. Thinking silently about what he might need this time.

The silence was broken as gentle footsteps alerted you of his return. Your harsh gaze glanced up to meet him. Your gaze softened in surprise as he passed you a mug of warm coffee. Coffee? This late? You rolled your eyes subtly, glaring at the cup. "Not to your liking?" He hummed. "I know you're not much for hot chocolate." You couldn't help but feel rather surprised that he managed to remember such a simple thing. It made you wonder what else he could recall.

"I'm not much for the cold either," you hissed, rather sarcastically. Earning you a soft chuckle from the other. You cupped your hands carefully around the mug, accepting his offer. Though, rather hesitantly. The warmth emitting from the gently painted porcelain heated your iced hands. You couldn't help but feel appreciative for the warmth. Taking a gracious sip from the mug, you look to him, who had taken a seat across from you. Draping one leg over his other as he rested, silently watching you divulge yourself in his creation. Your guard tightened as you lowered the mug, "Did you drug it?" You inquired rather harshly. "Oh, my," the harbinger chuckled. "Whether I did or did not... you trusted me enough to take it, yes?" He cooed. You grit your teeth. Trusted? Well, yes, you did take it, but it was hardly anything close to trust.

Silence filled the room for a few seconds before he sighed. "No, I didn't lace it," he leaned forward, moving his leg from the other as he cupped his hands in front of him. The way he leaned forward, almost over the table making you shift uncomfortably. Despite his plated mask, you could feel his eyes on you. Watching you. Observing you. You stared back, giving him his own treatment as you examined him entirely, his posture, his clothes, every bit of him, the way you could imagine his muscles flexing and moving beneath his shirt, the way his hands rested calmly against each other, imagining the temperature they'd feel like.

"Careful now, you'll break the cup with a grip like that." Your attention was brought back to the doctor as he chuckled. You hadn't noticed how you had begun to grip the cup. You avert your eyes before resting them, sighing as you sat back, your head falling back to rest against the padded cushion of the couch. "You seem a little out of it, hm?" He chimed. You opened your eyes. He had made it behind the couch staring down at you. "How did you -" You started, only to be caught off guard by his hand gently grazing your neck, you flinched. "Go on," he nodded. You swallowed harshly as your curiosity about what they might feel like was fulfilled. They were a gentle cold. You shivered a bit as you felt his finger trail to the indention above your manubrium. You flinched as he applied the slightest of pressure. "What are you doing...?" You growled lowly, your face heating a bit at his gentle touch.

"Feeling your heartbeat," He hummed. "Did you know that was possible here? Directly above your manubrium, there is a gap between the clavicals, also known as the suprasternal notch, or as you might know better, the jugular notch, it's visible externally."

You glared up at him, irritated by his sudden lesson on the human anatomy. You opened your mouth to bite back a response, only to quickly close it as he dug his finger in a bit more, the uncomfortable pressure rendering you silent, your heart sped up a bit.

"It's unguarded. I can feel your heartbeat best from here," he smiled. You grit your teeth as his smile grew. "Are you afraid?" He asked, his gaze that was so transfixed on your neck lowered to meet yours, releasing the pressure. Your eyebrows furrowed in disdain. "I have every right to be, with you touching me without my permission," you snap. Dottore hummed curiously, "And yet, you haven't moved from my reach?"

You flinch at his response. He was right, you knew he was, but the cold sensation from his hands felt good against your skin, despite your lack of affection for the cold weather. The contrast between him and your body heat felt calming somehow. You felt his hand suddenly wrap around your neck, causing you to gasp in surprise. "Did you know the neck is a very sensitive and vulnerable area? There's even a risk when choking someone, for example..." you felt his fingers press into your carotid artery. You breathe in a sharp intake of breath, dropping the mug on the floor with a shatter as your hands flew up to grab his, attempting to pry his fingers from your throat, only for his point of pressure to switch, his palm hitting your windpipe. "F-fuck off-!" You choke out, his grip releasing you entirely. You gasp out, catching your breath and rubbing your neck softly as you glared above at him. "Fucking prick..." you growl, a hot sensation tingling your thigh as you remove your eyes from him. "Fuck..." You sneer at your coffee soaked pants, you hadn't even realized the hot liquid in the heat of the moment. Let alone the shattered porcelain littering the ground, but you could care less about that.

Dottore seemed to hum contently as he found his way back around the couch, inspecting the incident. You wholeheartedly expected him to get mad and scold you. At least you hoped, you hoped he's kick you out...but that didn't seem to be the case. Dottore huffed before looking back at you, "I'll get you a spare set of clothes, don't worry about the mess," he nodded. You raised a curious eyebrow. "No, don't. I'm going home," you shoot back, sitting up and pushing past him to stand. You head for the door, grabbing your coat on your way. Weird, he wasn't objecting, but you shrugged it off. You reached the door and took hold of the handle before stopping. Right. The weather had gotten worse upon your arrival. You turn and glance back at the male. Dottore stood comfortably next to the couch, his hand resting against his hip as he watched you, a sly smirk teasing his face. You groan, silently cursing both him and the weather. Of course, he had planned to keep you stuck here through the weather. You set your coat back on the rack, turning and walking back to him.

"Large," you huffed. Dottore nodded, smiling triumphantly as he walked off. You took a seat away from the coffee spill resting your head in your hand. Praying to the Archons that the weather would let up soon. It was unpredictable how long the blizzard would last, but you hoped it wouldn't be long.

You'd managed to fall asleep before he had returned, unaware of the stress and exhaustion that had been weighing down on you.

Dottore returned, a set of clothes draped over his forearm. Humming softly before stopping as he spotted you, sleeping comfortably on the couch. The doctor chuckled, setting the clothes on the coffee table before heading to the hall closet, grabbing a dust pan and broom to sweep up the glass before cleaning the coffee to keep it from seeping any deeper into the floor boards.

You were startled awake by the feeling of something cold touching your forearm, you quickly jerked it back, "What in Teyvat are you doing?" You questioned the doctor who had been resting his hand against your arm. "Good, you're awake, I was beginning to think I'd have to change you myself," he smirked. You scowled, "I didn't think you were the type to advance on someone who was asleep."

Dottore hummed curiously, "Oh my~ I'd never do such a thing, dear. Besides, you were sleeping so calmly, I was almost convinced you were deceased."

You roll your eyes at his remark, spotting the clothes before leaning forward, glancing at the floor carefully to avoid glass. Only to realize it was no longer there. You were hardly a heavy sleeper, so how had he managed to not disrupt you while cleaning? You shrug it off, standing up and stretching your arms. "Bathroom?" You asked sharply. Less irritated than before. It appeared getting some sleep managed to alleviate a good chunk of your irritation. Dottore nodded down the hall to a room on the left. You picked up the clothes, taking them with you as you made your way to the room. Flicking the light on and glancing back at Dottore who had vanished into the depths of his abode once again. You closed the door, making sure to lock it before examining the room. It was indeed a bathroom, but, you found it looking rather pristine and polished, almost as if it was brand new. Even the mirror above the sink was cleaner than ever. You were appreciative that he was clean at least. You undressed, slipping off your pants first as they were damp from the coffee. Sighing you grabbed a spare rag, doing a half-assed job of wiping down where the spill had made contact before drying it, all before slipping on the pants he had given you. Luckily, the spill hadn't reached high enough up to stain your boxers.

Black sweatpants? You scoffed before dusting yourself down, at least they fit comfortably. You began to work at your shirt. Pulling it above your head and folding it along with your pants. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, sneering at the scars that littered your torso. Quickly you slipped on the shirt he had handed you. You groaned softly, it was rather tight around your torso, fitting your figure snugly. You scoff before setting your folded pants and shirt to the side for later when you'd leave. It took everything in you to not just hunker up in the bathroom, but you eventually made your way out, flicking the light off before exiting back into the living room where Dottore was reading through a folder.

You carefully watched him, sitting further away and averting your eyes. You didn't want any contact with him. "Well, don't you look comfortable~?" Dottore cooed, you rolled your eyes. "Could you be anymore unprofessional?" You stare off to the side, avoiding eye contact.

"What did you need from me anyways?" You sighed, not only did he pull you from an important meeting, now he was wasting your time. The soft echo of rustling snapping you attention back to him. Your eyes widened a bit as they locked with his piercing, crimson set. Never did he take his mask off. You swallowed harshly as your eyes traveled along the flesh surrounding them, torn and scarred beyond belief. The stressed tissue etching slowly into your mind as you unconsciously finished piecing his appearance together.

"Hm? I just thought that since you looked so comfortable, I might as well too~" He chimed, ignoring your question, but you were too distracted to remember. You fought back the urge to reach out and graze the worn flesh. "Is something wrong? You look rather pale." You're brought back to reality, looking away, "It's nothing." Your curiosity grew unbelievably, what happened to him? It looked like a burn, but was that it? Did it hurt? What did it feel like? You stared off once again. Unaware of the rustling this time. Your attention brought back once again as you were startled to find a cold hand against your wrist. Looking over it appeared The Doctor had closed the distance. Your faces mere inches from each other. You gulp, coiling back a bit as you got a much closer look at him. Your hand stayed tense and balled into a fist as he brought it up, placing it against his cheek. You were alarmed by his action, but nonetheless you uncoiled your hand. Gently, your palm pushed against the warmth of his face, your fingers roaming his scar ever so lightly.

"There's that color I missed so much," he hummed, your eyes leaving his scar, meeting with his sharp ruby eyes. You flinch under his gaze, how could such harsh eyes feel so luring at the same time. "My~ Though it's not your usual hue, you've turned rather pink." You knew he was teasing you, but you bit your tongue. Of course you'd be flustered to have the doctor so close and being so gentle at that. Dottore pushed his face more into your touch, you couldn't help but think of it as cute. Your guard had fallen in contrast to when you had first arrived. Your hand tingled slightly at the warmth. Despite his usual demeanor, seeming so cold and harsh, you could very much feel the warmth radiating from him.

"You must be curious, I presume?"

You nod gently, still keeping yourself from speaking. "I'm happy to answer any of your questions, dear..." You raised a curious eyebrow. Why would he do that? He never talked about himself and even if anyone tried to ask, he'd bite back a distasteful response. You watched as the harbinger's smile seemed to grow, probably in response to your blatantly obvious expression of confusion. "You see, I've come to grow a bit of soft spot for you..." You focused on his eyes, startled by the way his name rolled past his lips at the end. Never had he ever called you by your name, but you loved the way it sounded coming from him. "....say it again." You finally mumble, earning a bit of the male's surprise in response. Nonetheless, it rolled out simply once again and then again.

You leaned in a bit, wanting to hear it more closely. In response, he leaned closer to your ear, humming your name one last time, his warm breath tickling your ear and sending a shiver down your spine. You could feel your face burning up. "Satisfied?" He hummed softly, moving back before your hand blocked the back of his head, keeping him in place. You couldn't let him see how flustered you'd gotten at the mere mention of your name...or rather the heat building in your pants.

Unfortunately, he wasn't that dumb. Softly chuckling against your ear he muttered, "If you wanted me to chant your name so much...you should've heard me the nights before~" You flinched, what did he mean by that? Was he...

You swallowed harshly, his hair felt unbelievably silky. Unconsciously intertwining your fingers in his light cobalt mane as you sighed a gentle, "Doctor," in return. You had meant it as some sense of karma. You tensed up a bit as you felt his head pull from your hand before finding the warmth of his lips pressing against your neck. You sighed shakily in return as he began to plant kisses along your neck. This is so...unusual. You couldn't handle the heat anymore. You pulled away from him, grasping his hands and bringing them up to your face. The lack of circulation felt pleasant against your overheating face. You needed more. You couldn't help yourself, directing his hand lower before he pulled from your grip. You looked up at him detestably as he denied you relief. "Ah-ah," he grinned. "I want to see you do it yourself."

Your needy look changed to irritation, glaring daggers at him, locking eyes in a competition for dominance. Your facade quivered before falling. So much for that. You swallowed hard, your face heating up as you moved your hands below you, gently rubbing your erection through the cloth. You grinned as an idea flashed across your mind. The doctor wanted a show, so why not give him one?

You moved further from the doctor, slipping off the sweatpants he'd given you, however, you moved painfully slow. Almost teasingly, as you lifted your legs to slide them the rest of the way down. Tossing them to the side before gently snapping the hem of your boxers against yourself, the gentle sensation causing you to sigh heavily. Your erection so obviously making itself apparent.

You pulled your boxers past your hips to your ankles, eventually tossing them to the side along with the pants. You spread your legs, revealing yourself to the doctor before thrusting two of your own finger into your mouth, your tongue working at them, wetting them enough to serve as a sort of lubricant. You smirked subtly as you watched the doctor, who was now leaning back, watching you in a mix of disbelief and lust.

You pulled your fingers from your mouth aligning them with your hole. Your cock twitching in desperation as you gently prodded into yourself. You let out a gasp as you thrusted your fingers in. Your expression tightening in pleasure as you rolled a bit to the side, closing your legs as you began to move them. Prodding against your walls. It wasn't enough, but you wouldn't dare back down. Putting on more of a show, you whined and moaned, gasping out when you almost reached a spot of immense pleasure. Silently, you cursed your short fingers. You looked back to the man before you, keeping your eyes on him as you worked yourself. Your other hand reaching between your thighs, where you took ahold of your hard-on, rubbing the tip gently. The wave of pleasure hitting you from both sides causing you to moan out, your body flinching.

Releasing your grip from your dick, you smiled at the doctor rather naturally, but that was more so due to the situation at hand and how needy you were beginning to feel. "Is something the matter doctor?" You hummed between soft whines, still finger fucking yourself. You noticed he looked rather irritated, glancing down, you could see his dick poking out of his pants. "Oh~? Does this turn you on, dear doctor? You look so eager to fuck me...perhaps you've fantasized about this exact moment? I wouldn't put it past yo- Mpmmmh..." You were cut short as your fingers pressed into your walls more, you had been moving them unconsciously.

You yelped as you felt a set of hands take ahold of your thighs, pulling your legs open and moving you closer. You pulled your hand from your ass as you grinned. "Did I strike a nerv- NGHH...!" You yelped gently as the doctor's hand took place where yours previously was, his fingers were thin and lengthy. Bringing a different kind of pleasure, a type yours never could. You found the doctors spare hand rising up your shirt, caressing your stomach before teasing your nipple. You covered your mouth with your wrist as you avoided eye contact with the doctor. Unconsciously grinding your hips against his fingers, each movement he mad, they seemed to slide deeper and deeper.

You gasped out as his finger's hit against your most sensitive spot, your hands immediately flying to the doctor's shirt. "Fuck..." You wanted more, more of him, more of this sensation, you wanted to calm the heat rising due to your erection. Your hands slid from his shirt, immediately working on unbuttoning his pants, pulling them and his boxers low enough to where his cock sprung out. It had a good size to it. You heard the doctor chuckle, bringing your attention back to him, his eyes seemed to shine even more than before. You knew well enough how dangerous this man was, that you should've just ran before this happened, but you couldn't go back now. Might as well get the most out of it.

"Fuck me, Dottore. ...Fuck me mercilessly," You whined. The doctor's confident and more relaxed demeanor seemed to falter at the mention of his name. You could read his eyes as his lust grew more animalistic. "And that I'll do..." his voice had dropped an octave, it was laced with seduction and lust and the mere sound of it made you shiver. You were in for it now.

Your pleasured expression grew solid at the sudden absence of his fingers, glaring daggers at him, "Ah, were you enjoying it that much?" He chuckled as he presented his fingers. You grew a bit red in embarrassment. "Do you want me to snap your dick off?" You paused, catching glimpse of his own erection, "Pfft, looks like I won't even have to do anything, it looks like your about to explode without me," You tease, your hand gripping his thick cock at the base. Your hand sliding up and down his length ever so slowly, pre-cum slicking your hand. The doctor let out a few sighs as he shivered at your touch. "I do hope you don't expect me to go as slow as your pumping me..."

You shivered at the thought of him treating you like a fucktoy. You smirked, "I very much agree, I'd be quite disappointed if you had pulled me all the way out here in the middle of my meeting just to waste my time," you scoffed. You had patience, but this man seemed to wear it down quite easily.

You perked up as the doctor let out a low chuckle, "And you're not even the slightest bit scared?" His words were laced with a hint of something similar to warning. It made you think, "Not at all, sex is sex, whether it be with a deranged man like you or not," you grinned.

It was true, sex was in fact sex, it would be the same as any other. If it got the job done, that's all that mattered. Besides, you didn't have much time for such a thing.

The heat in your abdomen grew more as you removed your hand from the harbinger's pulsing cock, the doctor didn't hesitate to push your legs open, aligning himself with ease before thrusting into your hole. You gasped out biting your hand to keep yourself from moaning.

He was in fact big, you could tell that much from the look alone, but to feel the way it pushed against your inner walls, filling you up was exciting. It was as if you could feel the blood rushing through your veins quicker than before thanks to the sudden adrenaline boost.

"Uncover your mouth."

You looked up to see the doctor staring down at you, his eyes fueled with desire making you shiver under his harsh gaze. Unconsciously moving your hand. You watched as the doctor grinned triumphantly. As if he had finally tamed you.

You yelped a bit as he flipped you onto your side, closing your legs before delivering harsh thrusts to the sweet spot he had found just moments earlier. "F-fuck- wait-!" You mewled, your eyes tearing from the feeling of his dick stirring your insides, every thrust driving the tip deeper and deeper into you and hitting your sweet spot perfectly.

With each repeated thrust you could feel the heat build up more, had you ever cum this fast? Your mind was jumbled. The doctor seemed to be enjoying this himself, his eyes watching you carefully as you unfold beneath him, becoming more and more determined to watch you lose your mind over him.

It was clear this wasn't his first time thinking about this, leaving your mind space to wander about his previous statement; What exactly did he think, what was he doing, when was he doing it? How long has he wanted this?

Your moans and yelps grew louder with each thrust, gripping onto the cushion beneath you for purchase. Each of your thoughts flashing as the direct abuse to your sweet spot filled you with ecstasy. You couldn't think. It was becoming more and more unbearable, "Wa-it!" Your voice came out broken and drawn out with pleasure.

Suddenly everything rushed back to you, your heart dropping as the doctor abruptly stopped, you were already so exhausted, was he done already? You didn't get the relief you craved.

Suddenly you felt the doctor drive himself into you once again, he was teasing you. You grit your teeth in irritation. You knew exactly what it was that he wanted, but you wouldn't give it to him. At least you hoped.

Each teasing thrust made you come more and more undone. It was unbearable. "Fuck!" You growled, using spent energy to grab the collar off his shirt and pull him close, popping a button off in the process. "Fuck me, Dottore, let me cum," you demanded.

"Nicely, Dear~"

You sighed, you didn't have time for this, everything already felt so out of order. "Please, please just fuck me! I want to cum, please let me fucking cum!" You whined out.

"There it is...that's a good boy~"

The praise sent a shiver down your spine, or maybe it was just the low coo he delivered with it.

Dottore forced your back against the couch, "Wait- not like-!" You were cut off as he started again, thrusting impossibly faster than before, leaving you to wrap your arms around his back for grounding.

You could hear a sly chuckle as you dug your nails into his back, the cloth bunching uncomfortably at your nails. You found yourself burying your face into his neck, concealing your moans and whines. Had he lowered himself just for this? Whatever, you couldn't care.

"Fuck- I'm gonna cum-!" You whined. The cord in your abdomen seemed to tighten unbearably so. You drove a bite into his shoulder, your teeth piercing the cloth to conceal your lewd calls as the cord snapped at once, ecstasy rushing through you.

When your high eased, you relaxed back onto the cushions, tears stained your cheeks and your eyes threatened to close from exhaustion. A familiar icy hand caressed your cheek, wiping away the trail.

You exchanged no words with him, you were much too tired, but it occurred to you he hadn't cum yet. Whatever he did, you were much too spent to fight. You fully expected him to continue, to pound you into the seat and take his fill. So it surprised you when his weight pulled from you.

Your eyes watched him carefully as he dismissed himself into the bathroom. Probably to go and finish what you didn't.

Naturally you would feel disgusted by the sweat and sex that stained your body, but you couldn't stay awake any longer. Your eyes closing carefully with the aid of the bathroom faucet running.

You shuffled around. The sheets below you felt crisp and fresh, everything coming back to you at once, you groaned lightly as your eyes opened, had you been asleep the entire night? You sat up looking around the unfamiliar room. That's right.

You didn't feel gross and sticky, did he clean you? He moved you to the bed? How did he manage to do that while you were asleep? Nonetheless you felt appreciative that he wouldn't just leave you to lay in filth.

Carefully you stood up, balancing yourself against the wall for leverage, of course your legs were exhausted due to the overexertion. Your face flushed as you recalled how you grabbed onto him the night before.

Anxiously you left the room, feeling your way down the corridor, a rustling sound came from the kitchen. It was early, too early for the doctor to still be here.

You stepped into the kitchen, your eyes meeting with the familiarity of the doctors back, or at least, one of his clones.

"How annoying..." you mumbled, turning to leave at once before the clone noticed you, but you were too late.

"Goodmorning."

The familiar ring of the doctors voice hummed eerily in your ear, it was almost spot on. Almost.

"Would you like breakfast?" The clone cooed. "No." You made your way back to the living room.

"Are you sure?"

"Quit following me."

"You should eat."

"Fuck off already!"

"Please rest, master will be back soon."

You cringed at the title, how egotistical. "No, if he wants to see me tell him to wait in line, or just request me since he seems to do that however he pleases anyways." It was annoying how the doctor left one of his pests to take care of you. You could handle yourself and if anything, it would've at least meant more if he cared to do so himself.

You slipped on your boots and made your way for the bathroom, grabbing the clothes you had left before stepping back out. You grabbed your coat and threw it over your shoulders. "Goodbye," you said harshly, slipping out of the door. The last thing you heard before shutting it was the soft hum of the false doctor's voice.

"Dickhead..."

#genshin impact #wattpad #fatui harbingers #dottore #dottore x reader #dottore x male reader #dottore x you #x reader #smut #dubious consent

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blackswan446 · 3 months

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𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 ✩✩✩

a bitter december night

the sky an abyss of darkness, and

snow

red snow

falling from above,

the icy flakes

landing on your face.

the frigid wind hit your cheeks,

and nearly froze the tears that stained them.

✩✩✩

you quickly ducked into the door of the main building on campus, sheltering yourself from the summer rain. taking your hood down and fixing your hair, you glanced around the lobby of the large school. scanning the space quickly, you looked for him, but didn't see him anywhere. disappointed, you checked the time on your watch and started the walk to your classroom, which was all the way in the back of the building. the whole way there, you looked around for him, down every corridor and inside every room. nowhere.

you reached your class door and swung it open, revealing a lecture hall of students waiting for the professor. you looked around the room for your friend, and heard somebody call your name. "[name]!" hoseok hissed, motioning you over to a seat towards the right side of the room. you smiled and rushed over to him, slipping into the chair next to his. "hey. how'd your weekend go? is hojoon still sick?" you asked him as you placed your jacket on the chair back. "not anymore. you should've seen it, mom told him that if he was really sick, he'd have to go to the doctors. he was up and out of bed so fast, you would've thought jesus christ had just performed a miracle." hoseok laughed. you chuckled. "honestly, i can't blame him for that. i hate going to the doctor."

hoseok laughed again, and you glanced more around the room. "looking for your prince charming?" he asking in a teasing tone. you whipped back around at hoseok, who was smiling playfully at your antsy state. "don't say that so loud." you scolded, "but yes. he said we'd go out again today, to this park he knows. we're going to see the trees one last time before fall starts." you said, beaming. he gave you a tender smile. "well, i hope things go well between you guys. you deserve it." he said, nodding as he spoke.

you smiled back at him just as the teacher entered the room. she greeted the class dryly as her high heels clicked along the tile floors. just before the wooden door could fall shut, another blank-faced student grabbed it and trudged into the room. he stood tall, his height reaching just below the door frame. he had fluffy, jet black hair, that was damp from the storm outside. raindrops ran down the front of his sleek jacket and his shoes left a wet trail of footprints behind him.

it was him

trying to look nonchalant and preoccupied, you quickly focused your attention on the materials in front of you. meanwhile, you were furiously kicking hoseok underneath the table, and you heard him stifle a laugh. the sound of his squeaky wet shoes on the tile floor was louder than the teacher's talking, which put all the focus on him--something that would've made you nervous. but he walked without a care in the world, towards the back of the room.

as he passed your chair, he shot you a charming smile, and lightly squeezed your shoulder--quickly enough that nobody would remember in a few seconds, but long enough for you to remember. you returned his smile, and just like that, he was at the back of the lecture hall. waiting a few seconds, to make sure he wasn't watching you, you spun around to hoseok.

he was already glancing in your direction, and when your eyes met his, he smiled excitedly. you returned his grin with a giddy one of your own, and tried to refocus your attention back to the presentation in front of you. as hard as you tried, your thoughts wouldn't stop rushing, the butterflies wouldn't leave your stomach, and there was probably an eternal blush spread on your face.

this feeling made you feel like you were in high school again, when you first noticed him. you had a crush on him for all four years, and when you found out you'd being going to the same college, almost exploded from the excitement. you took it upon yourself to get him to notice you, to like you, or even to give you some sort of acknowledgement. and last year, after working up the courage to interact and make small talk with him, you grew closer. he treated you like a princess, always buying you new things and offering to take you places.

what shocked you the most about his sudden interest is that you weren't even dating yet. as of now, you guys were still just friends. his behavior as just a friend made you wonder, what kind of guy is he in a relationship?

you had a feeling that the burning question in your mind was going to be answered soon, and that you were going to make it official within the next few days. he told you that he wanted to go to a park and see the flowers again before they all died in the fall, and said he made plans to spend the rest of the afternoon together after that. what else could that possibly mean?

you fought the urge to squeal and kick your feet as you pondered the situation.

everything was going so well...

what could possibly go wrong?

✩✩✩ 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃

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sunflowersoldat · 2 years

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All is Fair~ Blood & Brothers

How Bucky met Peter ;)

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Series Summary: Family is important, but so is the Family business. Everyone has secrets, some are deadly. You’re the best in the business, but no one knows who you are. Tensions are high, will you raise the stakes or fold under pressure?

Series Warnings: 18+! Mentions of blood and violence, bad language words, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, death, trauma, please follow the warnings for each chapter.

Chapter warnings: 18+ Only! Violence and threats. Bad language words, angst, mentions of torture, blood.

Pairing: Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader

Word count: approx. 1.9K

A/N: Let me know what y'all think. I really hope y'all enjoy the look into Bucky and Peter's past! feedback is always welcome, let me know your favorite part. Kinda get a small look at how Steve was when he first took over the mantle.

Five years ago-

Bucky flipped his collar against the snow and icy wind, his target, Daniel Whitehall, barely visible even though he was mere feet in front of him. Buck strained his eyes as he kept his gaze on the footprints in the snow, eyes flickering back to the darkened outline ahead of him.

Steve and the rest of the heads had agreed to let him tail the Red Skull’s right hand, at least that is what the intel they were given said. Bucky thought back to the family meeting Odin had called, the white haired Don was fuming. Hydra had broken into one of the vaults and drained the entire mob of their savings, well not the entire mob, Steve and Howard had been smart enough to have an account offshore that held a good chunk, just in case.

He pulled his coat closer, this cold was starting to get to him, but he couldn't go back to the families with his tail between his legs, to embarrass Steve in such a way. If he couldn't pull this off, Odin’s favorite son would be tasked with the assignment instead.

Thor.

Bucky wasn’t a fan, but that wasn't surprising, he wasn't a fan of anyone. Steve had been the special exception, they grew up together, brothers in everything but blood. But that didn't mean Bucky received special treatment, no, if anything, Steve was harder on him. And right now, Bucky and Sam were both gunning for the position as Steve's Right Hand, this was his chance to prove himself.

Whitehall turned down an alley. Keeping his distance, Bucky slunk against the brick wall, peeking around the corner. Two men stood in a half circle, Whitehall joining them, around a heap of… Bucky couldn’t tell what they were standing around.

“What do we do with’em?” the taller of the men asked no one in particular.

“He’s useless to us, the Skull has ordered he’d be taken care of.” Whitehall replied hastily, as he looked around cautiously.

Dark chuckles filled the alley, the heap moved slightly, earning it a kick from the taller man, “Ya hear that kid? We’re gonna dump ya in the river, gonna sleep with the fishes.”

The heap groaned, lifting its head, a mess of curly hair damp from the snow, his face beaten and bleeding, the snow beneath him a deep shade of red, “Please, I’ll fix it… I’ll fix it… please, my aunt…”

Another harsh kick landed against his abdomen, the shortest kneeling, a fistfull of the kid's hair in his grasp, his head craning painfully to meet their gazes, “Oh don’t worry, your beautiful aunt will have company soon…” From his position at the end of the alley, Bucky watched a predatory smile split the man's lips.

Whitehall turned from the men, walking back down the alley, “Clean up your messes, the Skull won’t tolerate incompetence. Let me know when it is done.”

Whitehall emerged from the alley, making his way farther down the street. Buck knew he should follow Whitehall, but he couldn't leave this kid to die at these animals’ hands. Taking a deep breath he said goodbye to the Right Hand position as he watched his breath cloud in front of him, before rounding the corner, gun raised. The taller of the men had a gun aimed at the kid, the shorter one turning to Bucky, “Hey pal, get outta here, this doesn't concern you!”

Bucky’s eyes were cold as they met the short man’s, “Actually it does.” Three shots rang in the air, the snow swallowing most of the soundwaves.

The first shot landed between the eyes of the shorter man, the second taking the gun from the taller man’s hand, then a clean shot to his knee. The man dropping into the snow, his pained howls silenced as Bucky’s fist and gun collided with his face.

Bucky immediately knelt to check on the kid, gently cradling his head in his hands, “Oh kid, what have you gotten yourself into?” his fingers slipping to the kids pulse, a weak beat thrummed under the surface, “Stay with me kid.”

He removed his phone from his pocket, placing it between his ear and shoulder, as he picked up the kid, Wade answered, “Howling Commandos–”

“Stuff it Wilson, I need you to pick me up, I’ve got a snack for ya…” Bucky gave a disgusted look to the man unconscious in the snow.

“Oooohhh is it a Cephalopod snack?”

Bucky grinned, “It sure is. Think you can make him squeal?”

Wade laughed cruelly, “With pleasure.”

—

Bucky paced around the warehouse, he had called in a favor from Dr. Cho, who seemed more than happy to help Bucky save the kid from the brink of death. He was fine with losing the Right Hand position, but he wasn't fine with the embarrassment he knew he brought down on Steve.

“Would you quit that nervous shit? I can’t focus, I can practically taste your eagerness to please Daddy Steve.” Wade snapped, his knife sliding along the whetstone with a high pitched *sshhk* *sshhk* *sshhk*

Stopping, Bucky turned, glaring at Wade, who had pulled a chair to sit in front of the subject, “Wilson if you don't shut the fu–”

The side door to the warehouse opened, Steve walked through, in his black slacks, white button down, his long black chesterfield coat draped across his shoulders, leather gloves covered his hands. His eyes met Bucky’s, the intensity of his stormy eyes causing Bucky to lower his head. Bucky respected Steve, he had for a long time, in a way that only most people were beginning to adopt as well. He respected the man, not only because he was his brother and boss, but because he knew what he was capable of. Raised to be probably the most successful mob boss in the history of New York. Most people only believed he was in power because his parents died, but Bucky knew better, Steve had beat his old man out of the position years ago, and had been calling the shots long before they died. He just allowed Joseph to keep up appearances, they didn't need the whole of New York thinking there was weakness in the Rogers house.

They were toe-to-toe now, Steve’s brow quirked, as he began to roll his sleeves, “Wanna tell me what the hell happened?”

Bucky swallowed hard, “I lost Whitehall…”

Scoffing Steve leaned closer, “I can see that Buck. Care to…” he sniffed glancing around, “explain to me how that happened?”

It was presented as a question, but Bucky knew better, Steve’s gloved hand gently caressed his face. Bucky stood deathly still, waiting, Steve raised both brows, “Well pal?”

Bucky cleared his throat, “Well–”

“Mr. Barnes, he is going to be alright.” Dr. Cho’s voice rose above Steve’s as she walked through the office door, she froze as she lifted her gaze from her bloodied gloves, “Oh, I’m sorry…”

Steve’s gaze flicked to her, then back to Bucky, “Who's going to be alright?”

Bucky swallowed, “I… uh. I saved a kid…”

Steve’s demeanor softened, “Is that why you lost Whitehall?”

Bucky nodded slowly, “They were gonna kill him, Steve.”

Steve patted Bucky’s cheek lightly, “Show me.”

Bucky moved towards the office, following Dr. Cho, to find the kid lying asleep on the office couch, his stomach “He’s no older than thirteen, from the looks of him, Mr. Barnes. You got him to safety just in time.”

He took a step closer, “Has he said anything?”

She shook her head, “No, he's been unconscious since I finished patching him, must've passed out from the pain. Poor child, wondering what he was doing mixed up with Hydra.”

Bucky turned to Steve, “Look pal, I’m sorry, I couldn’t just leave ’em–”

Steve placed his hand on Bucky’s shoulder shaking his head, “Don’t apologize for having mercy. It’s what separates us from Hydra, Buck.”

“Yeah, but I failed you, Odin will send Thor because of my incompetence.”

Steve bobbed his head, “Probably, but who's to say we won't get to Red Skull first.” a smirk pulled at his lips.

“How are we gonna do that?”

Shrugging Steve went back into the main hall, “Pretty sure you brought Wade a snack…” he gazed at Bucky, “What do you say Right Hand, think this scumbag has the info we’re looking for?”

Bucky drew his brows together, “Punk?”

Steve chuckled at his shock, “Couldn't imagine anyone else by my side…” he nodded back to the office where the kid was sleeping, “You made the right decision. Whether Odin sees it that way or not, I do. Let’s get the bastard that is vile enough to order a hit on a child.”

Bucky’s lips curled in a malicious smile, turning towards Wade and the subject, it was time to work, “Hey Snack!”

—

The subject they had detained happened to be none other than the third in command under Red Skull, Heinz Kruger, and it turns out that he wasn't good with knife wounds. Or Wade was just really adept with a knife, either way, he sang like a canary. Red Skull turned out to be Johann Schmidt, Bucky smiled as he pulled up to the establishment Kruger had given him as Red Skull’s base of operations, Club Hypnosis, he scoffed at the cliché name.

It was past midnight, but the club was still thriving, the multicolored lights flashing behind the closed security door, leaning against the wall, he banged on the door, causing a Hydra goon to step out. Taking the opportunity, Bucky grabbed him, disarming him, then shoving the goons own knife into his throat, he left him in the alley as he slipped through the door.

The thump of the music disguising Bucky’s suppressed shots as he expertly took down the security on the way to the main office upstairs. Irate voices rose from behind the door, he recognized Whithall’s and the other he assumed was Johann, “Idiot! We will never be anything more than what we are if we cannot even kill a child!”

“Herr Schmidt, he will understand, we cannot just keep cleaning his messes, the other families will start to question–”

Checking his ammunition, Bucky burst through the door, “Hello boys… the kid sends his regards.”

Two shots left Bucky’s gun, each hitting their mark between both the sons of bithches eyes, he picked up his phone, dialing Steve, “Steve, it’s done” He whispers, shooting Johann one more time in the chest, “For the kid” he whispers, walking from the club, the party goers not aware of the death that now stained the floors. He made his way back to his home; to his brothers.

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Bucky trudged through the door to the family mansion, the house was quiet, aside from the soft whispers and laughter coming from the kitchen, quietly he made his way there, standing quietly in the doorway.

Steve sat at the bar, the kid sitting next to him, Alpine resting quietly in the kid’s lap, “So Peter, where are you from?” Steve asked, taking a bite of the ice cream in front of him.

Peter. That was his name. He wasn't just a nameless victim, and as long as Bucky was breathing, he would always be protected.

Around a spoonful of Rocky Road, Peter answered, “Qu… Queens, Mr. Rogers.” Bucky smiled, as he watched Steve initiate the kid into the House of Rogers. Bucky’s heart swelled, he now had two little brothers to keep an eye on, to protect with his life.

~Welcome Home Queens~

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silentsummit · 4 months

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My life was once joyous and promising. Slowly the burden of adulthood wore down on me, and by this winter life hardly seemed worth living. My life was filled with cloudy skies and the fog of hopelessness. But then I found a magic library in the woods.

It was a dreary day, and I woke up really late again. I stepped outside to fetch the paper for my grandma. As I walked through the garden path, I felt a lot like the sad, dirty snow that blanketed over dead leaves and plants.

I pulled out the junk mail, and the newspaper, and trudged back through the garden to head inside. The sun chose that moment to shine through the clouds. It was still cloudy, but they must have thinned, so I saw the burning orb through them. Delightful.

I decided that it was a sign, and I should continue my walk. So I continued past the house and through the grassy path towards the back woods. The snow was clearer here and crunched like glassy sugar crème. There was no sound, no rustling of autumn leaves, no singing summer cicadas, no springtime bullfrogs. Just the icy indifference of winter, and the evergreens, and me.

As I walked deeper into the woods, the houses and streetlights faded into the distance, and the trees obscured all traces of civilization from my mind. I was alone on a continent of fir forests; cold, quiet, and miserable. Just me and a million miles of trees.

As I walked, I wished life had a point. I had no memories, no past, no hopes, no future. I pondered these things, and wondered if I would ever make anything of myself. And I walked over snow for a good long time.

The clouds had thickened again and I could no longer see the sun through them. It was too good to last. I decided to head back home, but couldn't find my path. For a moment I was lost, and then I noticed the footprints. I had been marking the path all along. I turned to leave.

Then, in the distance, I saw a thick patch of trees all growing quite closely. A small patch of sunlight remained, despite the dreadful clouds above, so I turned once more and walked towards it to see if I could gather a few pitiful morsels of light before giving in to the gloom of a New England winter evening.

I approached the grove. The sun was reflecting off the snow and casting glow over the lower trunks of the trees, and sparkling off the pine branches. From far away, it almost looked like a prism was formed, but as I got closer I realized I had just left my glasses at home. The bright sun and the thickness of the trees was just a fuzzy mess to me. Not that it mattered anyways.

But I walked closer still, and squinted, because the prism grew stronger and clearer, and soon I was standing in front of a large glass house. The vertical panes that made up the sides were clouded, but the sloped panes of the roof were crystal clear. As the sun shone through the top, it diffused through the side panes, creating the dazzling glow that I had seen from so far away.

I looked around once more. There was nobody nearby. I stepped inside the glasshouse.

Instantly the empty noiselessness of the forest fell away, and the sounds around me were soft and calming, and the glasshouse was filled with plants. Some towered over me, stretching towards the transparent ceiling, others were low and sturdy. I recognized a few as native plants, but most I'd only seen in gardening books, or plant YouTube, or I'd never seen before at all. They were all very green.

In the middle of the room were some solid wooden tables, also filled with plants. I noticed benches against them, too, but I didn't dare sit down. The owner might come by at any minute, and I wasn't so foolish to be found making myself comfortable in such a magnificent structure, a structure I had no business being in.

So I stood, and looked around. The amalgamation of life in front of me began to arrange itself in my vision; I could make out swathes of vines, sprouting ferns and wildflowers, large leafy grasses, and small fruit trees standing guard over them all.

I took off my hat and gloves, it was warm inside, and by now I could clearly tell that this was a greenhouse. It was very warm, actually, for sub-freezing temperatures outside, and hardly any sun. The plants were so healthy, and so big. And tucked out of the way, hidden from view by thick walls of growth, sat a large bookshelf. It was about six feet high, reaching 3/4ths of the way to the start of the sloping ceiling. And it was covered in regal-looking books.

A bookshelf in a greenhouse. Now that was interesting.

A quick look never hurt anyone, so I made my way down the long table and finally stood in front of the strange bookshelf. I expected mold and fungus, but the books, all linen-bound, sat in decent condition. They were quite dusty, and the lettering of the spines was faded and tattered in some places, but all were readable.

First I noticed many instances of classic literature, The Count of Monte Cristo, a favorite of mine, Anne of Green Gables, my sister's pick, and Moby Dick was there too, one I'd see in my grandmother's bookshelf often. There were many others too; some books I'd heard of, but never read, and some with just a single year. Others had no title at all.

It had been a long time since I read anything. I saw the books sitting there with nobody to read them, and felt moved to take up reading again, and see if I could discover something to help me keep going.

But it was getting dark, and I figured I should head back. Tomorrow, though, I would come back and try to figure out who owned this greenhouse, and why it was in the middle of the woods? And how did they keep all the plants so healthy, with no heating? It was 24 degrees out, damn it. I had to know.

#writing #warm up #creative writing #practice #prose #depression #writeblr #writing practice #writing ideas #writing inspiration

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written-by-jayy · 5 months

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Whumpcember, day 3: Hypothermia-

CW: Hypothermia, PTSD, Flashback, Vague backstory

Word count: 825

Chapter 1 pt.1, Chapter 1 pt.2

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Adam ran. He ran for his life. He wasn't sure where he was running to but knew where and what and who he was running from. Anywhere was better than there.

He knew it was hopeless. The ground was covered in a blanket of deep snow, not only making in hard for him to run, but also leaving an obvious trail of footprints leading straight to him.

His only hope was that the storm he was running directly into would be a snowstorm.

He could still hear the shouting of the prison hospital guards staff, accompanied by the barking of dogs.

God, why did he ever think this would be a good idea? Why would he ever think he could ever escape? Ever outrun them? Ever be free and safe?

How could he be.

So.

Stupid.

In one hand he gripped his two blood-stained, water-logged, half frozen stuffies. His only source of comfort in his time at the hospital.

In the other he held a pistol.

He had no clue how aim nor fire a gun and even if he did know how, he prayed he wouldn't have to. If it was even loaded. He had grabbed it on his way out the ground-floor window from which he had escaped. He guessed that one of the security had left it there after cleaning it.

His tears were nearly frozen to his cheeks as he ran through the icy wind which was slowly picking up as he ran closer to the storm. His ragged and torn 'clothes' flapped, blowing in the same way as his short, tangled hair.

Was the yelling getting closer? Or was he just paranoid?

His lungs burned and he could barely breathe.

He could feel his knees buckle and nearly give out. He stumbled forward and barely caught himself.

Now they were definitely closer. With every trip and slip and dodging of trees, he was losing time. Losing distance. Losing energy.

Before he knew it, he was deep into a snowstorm. Thank god. He had a chance. His footprints would be covered.

He had a new burst of adrenaline and determination. He clutched his ice cold stuffies and the heavy pistol to his chest in both arms, hung his head down, trying to keep snowflakes out of his eyes.

Next thing he knew, he was on his back, sprawled on the ground with his head throbbing and his cold body aching more then it had been before.

With all the strength and energy he could muster, he picked his head off the ground, looking dazedly at the tree he had just plowed into. Now with splotches of blood on its bark and on the snow around it. He noticed his stuffies, which had been flung from his arms, he grabbed them and curled up in a fetal position around them.

And like this, shivering, scared, lost and alone. He fell unconscious.

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"Adam? You okay there?"

He blinked, eyes focusing on a familiar, friendly figure.

He instantly felt every muscle in his body relax as he let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding and watched the cloud it created in the cold, winter air.

"Hey? You in there, buddy?"

Hands cupped his face, thumb gently wiping away his silent tears.

It was Rowan. He was safe. He was home.

He nodded.

"Alright, good. You had me worried there for a minute. I found the key, it was at the bottom of my bag," Rowan explained, sheepishly, "let's go inside, hm?"

Adam nodded again and let Rowan's warm hand hold his and guide him into their dorm and onto the couch.

"I'll make you some hot cocoa. Is that okay?"

Adam once again only nodded. Words failing him, as they often did after one of his episodes.

Rowan smiled sweetly and left to start the water on the stove.

Adam thought through what had just happened. He found that this helped him figure out what his triggers were, how to avoid them, and just helped him process it in general.

Rowan took him to the grocery store- his first time being out since his awful fever,

They got back home after about an hour, Adam already anxious from the crowds and the cold,

Rowan couldn't find his key,

Adam's shivering, anxiety, and desperation to just get inside must have been enough to cause him to have a panic attack.

He took a deep breath through his nose, smelling the familiar scent of Rowan's cologne mixed with the citrus-vanilla candle.

He held it for a moment, listening to Rowan clanking in the kitchen and the water boiling.

And he exhaled, opening his eyes slowly and taking in the navy blue, smokey gray, and chestnut brown color scheme of the living room.

He had escaped.

He had outrun the prison guards.

He was safe and he was free.

And he was happy.

At least he thought that was what this was...

Happiness.

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Author's note: I'm actually so happy with how this one turned out! Especially after those last two failures. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it

Chapter 3 (coming soon)

#writing #writers on tumblr #whump #writeblr #written by jayy #original character #whumpcember 2023 #whumpcember day 3 #Escape #Hypothermia #Trauma #tw trauma #tw flashback #tw panic attack #(yes. adam still has the stuffies if youre wondering :D)

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averykedavra · 3 years

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why don’t you go outside in late afternoon when the sky is blue and gold and look at the grass between the chunks of snow and skate on a frozen parking lot with ice so thick it’s pure white and listen to the mourning doves and maybe you’ll calm down

#aaaaaa guess what i just Did #i went on a walk and holy hell it was gorgeous #with the sunlight gold on the trees??#and the ice so slippery?#we had an icy snowstorm a day or two ago #it left icicles all down the leaves of the trees #and now the snow i see is basically all ice #people have to break it into chunks to clear it off the sidewalk #and it's so easy to slide around on!!#it's so icy i didn't leave footprints #and there was so little snow that my shoes were barely wet #it was so coollll #a a a a i am at peace with the world #cold day beautiful evening 10000/10 #avery's argot

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hedgehog-moss · 2 months

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This particular patch of woods between two cow pastures is my favourite place to go when it's cold, because there's a little stream in there that meanders in a very whimsical way, dividing itself into spiderwebs of rivulets then becoming one again, winding around every other tree, it's delightful.

The stream is smaller but still here in summer, but I like it best in winter because it sounds so delicate! In some places it runs under a thin layer of ice with a light glassy sound; in others there are branches across the stream with dozens of little ice drops hanging underneath and making a tiny tinkling noise.

This patch of woods can be hard to find though, as it's tucked between two very large pastures that are completely featureless in winter. But Pandolf knows what we're looking for now, and since he's not distracted by cows in this season, he led us right to it.

Congratulations Pandolf! You are useful !

Although it's not a forest, it's easy to get lost here in winter when all my landmarks have disappeared, so I always follow the stream. One of the most recognisable spots is a hollow tree stump that looks very old and gnarled and full of character in summer, but sometimes in winter it almost entirely disappears and looks like a massive soft marshmallow (until you stumble upon it) (it hurts)

But as long as we don't lose the stream, we'll find our way back.

So of course I quickly got distracted and lost the stream. First because I found deer footprints, and they looked so much like Pampe's footprints I had to examine them and then look around suspiciously. (She wasn't following us. It was a deer) (I'm almost sure)

Second, because the woods kept stealing my hat.

Third, because Pandolf was being recklessly ambitious.

After walking in circles for a while, instead of the stream I found a barricade of shrubs forbidding access to a mysterious meadow. (Mysterious because I have never seen this place in summer. There are no charming small meadows here! It's pasture / tangled woods / pasture!)

I did not have time to inspect yet another fae meadow (and didn't feel very welcome here), so off we went again in search of the stream which is our only reliable landmark.

Then Pandolf found a way out all by himself:

He was very proud to show me the cow pasture, because in his naive dog logic he assumed I was still looking for the stream in order to follow it and leave the woods. In my better human logic, I was now looking for the stream because streams have no business disappearing like that and I was taking it personally.

How did we lose the stream, Pan? It's supposed to be everywhere!

What was annoying was that sometimes I could hear soft stream sounds, but saw nothing...

It took me a embarrassingly long time to figure out that the stream was, in fact, everywhere.

I'd never seen the stream frozen, let alone frozen + covered with snow! I suppose it was only frozen here and not near the pastures because there's less sun in the middle of the woods and the stream is wider and runs more slowly. It was a bit fun how every time we brushed aside some snow or found a snowless spot, we discovered a piece of the missing stream right underneath.

... well, at first it was fun but then it got a little bit worrying, because the ice was quite thin and cracked easily if I knocked on it politely, so the only thing keeping me from falling knee-deep in icy water with every step I took was the layer of compacted snow. Which I didn't trust. In places where I remembered the stream being wider (so most of the snow in these areas was potentially traitorous) I tried to walk very lightly and carefully, as if it's possible to tiptoe lightly with snow boots.

Pandolf just walked normally, completely unfussed about the fact that he was (literally) on thin ice.

I think he could tell I was nervous but didn't know why. He looked pretty confused whenever he turned around and saw me walking like an Andalusian horse over the same spots that he'd just trampled happily.

I'm fairly sure he knew all along that the stream was under our feet. I wish he'd told me! But maybe he could tell the ice wasn't cracking under his weight and he assumed I too knew what I was doing.

We made it out and I only stepped right through the snow and ice and into the horribly icy water once! One soggy boot was less bad than the fate I expected when I realised I was standing in the middle of this patch of woods surrounded by a pretend-snowy ground that was actually just water.

Then I reached my car and found that I could not open any door because they were frozen shut. This had also never happened to me in the middle of the day when I parked in the sun and I felt persecuted. Thankfully I was not too far from a farm; I told Pandolf to wait for me in the nearby pasture (in case of farm dogs; I didn't have his leash) (it was in the car, keeping warm next to my Thermos of tea) and I went to knock on the door and humbly ask to borrow some hot water. The woman who answered the door noticed my very wet boot and I think she initially assumed I wanted hot water because my foot was frozen and I'd already lost three toes, but I reassured her that it was only my car that needed unfreezing.

When I returned to my car with the bottle of hot water, I found Pandolf waiting for me in the pasture as instructed, but he didn't notice I was back until I'd almost reached the road because he was busy doing what he does best. (And it's not crawling under trunks.)

#crawling along

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teratalia · 2 years

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Yukionna (snow woman) x reader

It's the yearning for me, but make it sad because I said so. Honestly I will probably write a happier yukionna story later on but this has been in my head and simply will not leave

Quick notes: nb reader, can't let people know I yearn, angsty, kinda ambiguous ending (on purpose)

I don't remember exactly when I met her, the woman with cold skin and an even colder demeanor. She brought cold wintry winds inside my house, but I never did complain. Maybe our love kept me warm, and when I said as much, she merely laughed, leaving an icy kiss on my cheek with deep blue lips.

I couldn't believe how soon she warmed up to me, how quickly her walls thawed to let me in.

She showed me the joys of winter; the snow to leave footprints in that would disappear soon, leaving only a memory. The icicles reflecting light, like natural suncatchers. Breathing chilly air deep into my lungs, only to exhale warmer, foggy breaths. She seemed to like that the most, as it was something I could do that she could not. She would giggle and tell me about dragons who lived in icy castles and breathed just like that, and it was hard not to believe her stories. She was something of a mythical creature, herself.

The snow woman. I knew not of the stories, but it was clear to me from the start that she wasn't human. She glided over snowy banks, flowing white dress never wrinkled from the winds. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders and back, brushing the floor, accenting her icy white skin and dark brown eyes. The second I saw her I was in love, and I didn't care what she was.

Sometimes she would cling to me, icy cold nails digging into my arms. When I made no move to pull away, she looked surprised. There was never any need to worry about me leaving her. I was already shackled to her with chains of my own creation. I was not an unwilling prisoner; if anything, I wanted to make sure that she would never leave me.

I found myself cursing the first sprout of green that poked through the sea of white, a cheerful harbinger of a lonely spring. Glaring down at it, I kicked some snow over it and stormed back inside, stomping the snow off my boots. She merely stared at me silently, perfectly sculpted eyebrows raised, deep blue lips quirked up in amusement.

As the snow outside melted away, so did her smile. Her breathing grew labored, droplets of ice cold sweat beading on her forehead. Even as I watched her wither away, trembling hands reaching for my little electric fan, I couldn't bring myself to let her go. Her icicles had implanted themselves in my soul, and now I couldn't imagine being without the freezing sting, the numbing chill of loving her.

Eventually it became too much. The sun's warm rays, not a cloud in sight, shone through my windows, illuminating her shaking form. Her flowing white dress looked too big on her now, her long black hair obscuring her face. I was fanning her myself with hand fans as she curled up around an ice pack like it was a pillow. My hands stopped moving, fingers clenching around the wooden handles. She peeked up at me through her hair, frowning lips fading to pale blue.

"You need to leave," I muttered through clenched teeth. "If you stay much longer, you'll completely melt and die. I can't keep you here any longer." My own selfishness wasn't worth your life, even though the words left such a bitter taste in my mouth.

She rose from the floor, the ice pack laying forgotten, and dropped into my lap. She felt so fragile, and I hated that I was the reason.

"Don't you want me to stay?" Her voice, once as strong as a blizzard, was now barely a trickle of ice water. "I can do it, I can. I promise." I shook my head. "I want you to stay so badly, but I can't let you continue to melt for my sake." Slowly standing up with her in my arms, I took her out under a tree, out of the sun's reach. Pushing the hand fan into her arms, I held her close one last time before letting go.

She turned away and I almost cried out. With one last glance over her shoulder, she lifted her hands to the sky, summoning a small tornado of icicles to whisk her away.

I didn't know how long I stood there, staring at the small pile of snow and ice left behind until it blurred to a patch of white surrounded by green, hot tears trailing down my cheeks as my feet finally carried me inside.

The months passed me by as I went through the motions, unable to hide the emptiness I felt. My house felt empty without her, and I hated that I could never get anything as cold as her to tide me over.

The Persephone to my Hades, I craved our own pomegranate. Something that would tether her to me forever, ensuring that she could never leave my side. And just like Hades without Persephone, every single day was bleak without her.

I didn't want the cool spring rain, the sweltering summer heat, the gentle autumn breeze. My apathy did nothing to speed up time, and I found myself wishing that I could simply hibernate until winter. Wishing I could fall into the deepest sleep, waiting to be woken up by her kiss.

When the weather got colder, I began to perk up. My friends and family noticed how much more optimistic I was all of a sudden, but the only response I gave was "I'm just waiting for winter."

When the first snowflake touched my skin I rushed home, heedless of any stares, and nearly busted my own door off the hinges to find the house empty.

I let my whole body sag against the doorframe, feeling the cold of the impending snowstorm against my back. Then a pair of cold hands landed on my shoulders, much colder than a regular human's hands. I whirled around, welcoming the rush of cold air into my house as she materialized before me.

"I thought you would have moved on," she said shyly. "Maybe you would have found a nice human to be with."

"For me there's only you. Always. I mean it." I wrapped her in my arms, breathing in the sharp scent of snow, relishing the cold sting of her cheek against mine. Pulling away, she handed me something, and I laughed to see that it was my hand fan, now covered in an icy sheen.

Her return breathed new life into me, putting a smile back on my face and a spring in my step. Surely it was odd to love the sight of snow, unlike my sun-loving neighbors, but they couldn't see it for what it was. They couldn't see how beautiful it was, how beautiful she was. How happy she was to spend so much time with me outside in below freezing temperatures that my fingers and nose went numb, and then even longer. She liked to shroud us both in her silky hair, long black curtains that shielded us from the world.

"I missed you, you know."

One night we were lounging on the couch, her icy body laid out on top of mine, a cooling blanket all for me. I wasn't sure that I heard her right.

"What was that?" I gently prodded.

"When I was gone. I missed you a lot. I wished I could visit, but…" I winced at her bitter chuckle, both of us remembering last time we parted. "In summer I nearly came here just to see you, but I would have melted long before reaching your doorstep."

"And I would have been mad at you for doing something so foolish." I poked her cheeks, bringing back her genuine laugh. But would I have been so mad? I might have been flattered that she was thinking of me and wanted to be with me so badly that she would risk walking over scorching pavement, no shelter from the blazing sun. And if I were to freeze to death for her sake, would she feel the same way?

"I promise not to do anything like that," she said, drawing me out of my thoughts. "I promise to stay with you as long as I can."

*****

Winter ended far too soon, and before I knew it green grass was quickly overtaking the melting, slushy snow.

The pomegranate was slipping through my fingers seed by seed, and I didn't want to see what would happen when the last one fell.

She grew weaker and weaker in my arms until I had no choice but to beg her to leave me again, beg her to rip my heart out again. The words faltered on my tongue this time, and something else came out instead.

"Take me with you."

She gasped, trembling fingers grabbing onto my arm. "You could never return home again."

"My home is with you." Maybe I'm your Persephone, my Hades. I would welcome my descent to the underworld as long as every step was with you.

Crystalline tears slipped down her cheeks, freezing into ice drops as they fell.

I took her outside to the shade of the tree, hand in hand, shielding her from the sun.

"Thank you," she whispered, her hair starting to swirl around us.

I merely smiled and closed my eyes, letting the chill seep into my bones, letting the freezing air settle in my lungs with every breath. Letting the ice spread over my heart, encasing it forever.

I didn't know what my friends would find the next day, if the imprints of my shoes in the grass would remain. If that hand fan, frozen stiff, would be the only sign that I was ever there to begin with.

#exophilia #monster girlfriend #my writing #sfw #yukionna #yukionna girlfriend #the greek myth reference...i just...i thought of it and i needed it and it barely works but good lord i tried #btw i literally could not decide on a name. nothing felt right uhh #snow woman #also. this is my love letter to being cold #I hate bein hot and sweaty #don’t @ me

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kaedeharakaori · 3 years

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awieee this is for a special friend of mine irl ^^ i hope u like it eonnie <3 you're (everyone) the traveler in this fic btw :DD

Keep me warm || Kaeya

The Traveler and their floating emergency food friend were taking a stroll through the icy mountains of Dragonspine for some things that Albedo asked you to get on your way back from Liyue.

Moments before you stepped into Dragonspine, it was kind of enjoyable for the both of you since you and Paimon were accompanied by Zhongli to the boarder of Liyue and Mondstadt.

"I know you can hear me Barbatos, how have you been? Well, I guess, telling by the winds. May I ask you to guide this Traveler and their companion safely back into the walls of your kingdom." greeted Zhongli to the god of the winds, a moment of silence before he faced the Traveler.

"I belive this is as far as I can go for I cannot leave Liyue just yet, maybe in a few or so years until I am sure that my kingdom can handle it all without Rex Lapis. Take care Traveler and Paimon, 'till we meet again in a new adventure, a new page in our lives."

Said the Lord of Geo as he retreated further back into Liyue, leaving the Traveler just on the edge of Mingyun Village, on their way to gather up the materials that Albedo patiently asked for when he heard the news of the pair that will soon return to Mondstadt.

You were then left alone, Paimon went off to find a torch on the cold paths of Dragonspine, having collected most of the materials Albedo asked for, meanwhile in Mondstadt, people were now preparing for the Ludi Harpastum that will happen in the next few months, its never too late to prepare early right?

Sitting in his massive office waiting for you to return home was the Cavalry Captain of the Knights de Favonius and who was also your lover, Captain Kaeya Alberich who was really impatient and bored beyond belief.

"When are you getting back my sweet little Traveler? I miss you… but I also don't get why we're already preparing for Ludi Harpastum when its months away?" asked Kaeya to no one in particular.

Soft footsteps were heard in the hallway of the Headquarters of the Knights de Favonia. Those footsteps were getting louder until they slammed open the Cavalry Captain's door open. The very good looking Chief Alchemist, Albedo, who was now stood inside after slamming Kaeya's door open (leaving it ajar) looked panicked.

"What's the matter, Kreideprinz? This must be a serious situation because you've rarely ever come here." Kaeya teased, with a barely visible smirk painted onto his face.

"Forgive me for barging in Captain, but I've recieved a signal from one of my experiments in Dragonspine and it doesnt look like its a good one." Albedo's face was filled with terror, hands were shaking, and his normally relaxed body was stiff. Kaeya made mental notes of this as Albedo's situation is really a serious one, considering that the alchemist usually was proper and composed, seeing him streased like this was new to Kaeya, might even make him scared.

"Albedo, prepare your stuff and we're going to go to Dragonspine in a bit."

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It's been almost an hour since Paimon had left you, you've already collected some of the last bits that Albedo had asked for, the only thing missing is a shard from the floating pillar on the peak of Dragonspine, and so you went off.

Going without Paimon felt weird to you, even if you were kind of annymoyed of her, you still appreciated the company that she gave you. Trudging up the path to the peak, you were getting extremely cold as some of the torches weren't alive, a sign that you were getting close to the top.

Legs trembling, knees unstable, nose clogged, you've crashed to the ground, the cold was too much to handle. The torches further up were not activated to keep anyone warm, from the looks of it, no one has touched the torches for years.

Your body was giving up on you now, the cold too much for you to handle, rethinking your life as you knew this was somehow going to be your last breath, you sighed, wishing someone a happy ending.

"Kaeya, my love, I hope you keep me warm."

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Kaeya and a very panicked Albedo has entered Dragonspine and made their way to Albedo's camp, poor Kaeya was worried sick about the alchemist who was next to him, trembling in fear, hands shaking, not from the cold, but from his thoughts running through his head.

"W-what if someone messed with my experiments?! I'm not finished with those yet and those are highly dangerous items that if messed with, and will lead to unknown circumstances."

"Calm down Albedo, we're going to reach the summit in about 45 minutes. Maybe if you stop worrying we could get there a little faster." Kaeya told the little alchemist to hold himself together.

A while of walking has passed, about 8 minutes away from the camp, snow thick, and the torches were extinguised, something odd stood out to Kaeya.

"Hey Al? When was the last time you were up here?" asked Kaeya curiously, "about a week ago" was all Albedo said as he continued.

"Well if you were here a week ago, shouldn't there be no footprints up here? these almost look like fresh footprints from not too long ago." Kaeya kneeled to the ground, examined the footprints left in the snow, they look new as if someone was here hours ago.

"I guess you follow the footprints, I'll check for any intruders in the camp." Ordered the Kreideprinz to his companion.

A while of more walking while closely examining the footprints, they seem to get closer to each other, as if someone was struggling to walk and so the captain ventured further into Dragonspine, almost near the Peak of Vindagnyr.

Kaeya, peacefully walkong and somewhat enjoying the cold felt a little spike of a traumatizing aura, like as if he was about to see something that would break him, brushing that feeling off he kept walking.

A crunch was heard underneath his footsteps causing him to break his train of thought and turn back, sprinting to where a patch of red had tainted the snow.

Covered a little by the snow was a small body, looked like of a creature but it didn't look like an animal, the body almost looked human-like. Kaeya dug through with an old and rusty shovel that he found on the ground, dug up the body and gasped at what he saw.

Paimon was dead, burried in the snow dried blood smeered all around, he frantically scanned the area for more footprints on the ground and luckily he found more.

"So if Paimon is here… that means the Traveler is also somewhere in this mountain." Kaeya's eyes widen in horror.

He carefully placed Paimon's remains as if she was just relaxing on the rock and ran for the trail of footprints, the farther he went up the summit, the newer the footprints looked, the more frightened Kaeya felt, what if these were the footprints of his beloved? He shook his head to those kind of thoughts.

Kaeya arrived at the summit of the mountain, footprints nowhere to be seen, he used his elemental sight only to find a sight so cruel.

Just how he found Paimon, the Traveler is sprawled out on the ground, body parts spread in weird places that seem very uncomfortable. Kaeya ran towards the Traveler in fear of their heart not breathing.

"My beloved! Please tell me that you're alright" Kaeya sobbed, "just give me a sign, please, anything that might tell me that you're alive" the Cavalry Captain cried harder.

Far off in the distance stood a man, blond hair as bright as the sun, his posture primmed and composed, his hands elegantly gliding accross the sketchbook at the scene infront of him, cereulean blue eyes shimmering with a sinister glare, the Kredeprinz smirked.

"I'm so sorry, Captain. It appears that your Traveler froze to death because of the materials I have asked of them to gather for my experiments. Sadly, I had more intentions than you thought. The traveler does not belong in this world I tell you, how can just a supposedly other-worldian just waltz into our world without the intention of destroying it? Not when I've already found out what they are, their whole being. I'm sorry but I had to do the job that the eleventh couldn't do."

Albedo sighed happily, finishing his sketch and finally ending his experiment here.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact albedo #genshin impact kaeya #kaeya alberich #genshin kaeya #genshin angst #mintyyoo #genshin impact angst #gi kaeya #genshin x reader #genshin paimon

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frozenrose105 · 3 years

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Whumptober Day 22

Prompt: They Made Me Do It

Characters: Darkiplier

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Dark didn't know that this deal would put him in the frozen tundra. It was supposed to be simple, practically a fetch quest for a soul. The problem came when his aura pulled him to the place he would find the item, and the bare skin on his face and hands was hit instantly with icy cold air. The shock of it had him rigid for a long moment before he pulled his hellfire aura tight against his skin. He warped reality to form a coat and gloves, simultaneously changing his dress shoes to boots.

Right. Still simple, he only needed to find it quickly. After all, he was well aware that his body heat was naturally lower than that of a human. He was well aware that his aura would only keep him warm for so long, and well aware that he needed the warmth. So he began moving through the snow, his aura tugging him in the right direction every so often.

It was a slow process with his aura reluctant to lead him, intent on staying against his skin to warm him but compelling him to stay. Too slow for Dark's comfort, as he could feel the heat diminishing with every step through the snow. He was shivering, he realized as he stopped for a moment, the red of his aura barely visible. He clenched his jaw tighter at the realization, scanning the area around him. It was only a deal- a simple one. He would not let it kill him.

His determination seemed to pay off in that moment, as his eyes landed on an indentation in the snow, a slight misshape in the otherwise disorienting sameness of the surrounding white. He wasted no time moving to it even as he grimaced at the bite of the wind on his face. Then, however- reprieve. An almost eerie stillness replaced that wind as Dark stumbled into a cave, and he took the few seconds after stepping in to catch his breath. Snow settled in the cave entrance, undisturbed but for his footprints, and the place didn't look as though it had ever been inhabited. That was fine by Dark. He was weakened, and he wanted to retrieve the item and leave. He moved further into the cave with the intent to do just that, pulling his coat tight against himself.

But what was a fetch quest without obstacles?

Dark thought that the cold was enough of one. He didn't anticipate his weakness to the cold being exploited while he was trapped in this deal. He didn't anticipate the blow that knocked him into the cave wall just then, and he definitely didn't anticipate the cruel smile of the one he'd made the deal with, staring down at him.

Dark gave a weakened growl, his aura flaring briefly only to die back down with his diminishing strength.

"I expected you in particular to be a challenge," The man's voice came with the confident air of someone who knew that they had won. "Oh, well. I have more use for you than the retrieval of some treasure, though I'm just as inclined to leave you here to freeze. What do you say we modify our deal? Maybe then we can prevent that from happening."

What a fine predicament he had gotten himself into. This would clearly not be as simple as Dark thought, but he would be damned if he died before he could make the man pay. Dark's next words came through clenched teeth.

"...Name your terms."

#whumptober2021 #no. 22 #they made me do it #demon #fandom #fic #writing #em writes #darkiplier #markiegos #markiplier egos

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elusive---ivory · 3 years

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Creepypasta Rewrite - Jeffrey Alexander King (Jeff The Killer)

Warning: Alcoholism, Intrusive Thoughts, Mental Illness, Physical Abuse, Violence, Blood, Fire, Snow, Death.

There's a more heavy stuff in this so I do advise anyone who's extremely sensitive, please don't consider reading this because of the material in it.

This takes inspiration from the original Jeff the Killer story, but don't worry that's not all you'll see of Jeff King

February 9th 1996

Jeff was born to James and Mae King on February 14th 1984. Valentine's day, how ironic. Growing up, his family seemed perfect on the outside, however they were completely dysfunctional.

Jeff's dad was always out working late, and when he did come home, he smelled like heavy perfume and alcohol.

He was the middle child. Between his older brother, Lou, and his younger sister, Nina, his mother had to work extra to feed three mouths. His mother was the only person in his life who he truly admired.

She was always kind to him and his siblings. He hated seeing her in pain. One night, he saw her bawling in his parent's shared bedroom. He walked in, resting his head on her lap.

That was always so comforting to him. She'd run her fingers through his hair.

As a kid, Jeff was super quiet. He didn't like lashing out at people, because of how much he saw his dad lash out at his mom.

He was always close with his siblings. Nina and Louis. Nina was Jeff's adopted sister. Lou, as the older brother, was always there to take care of them.

He was very close to his mother. His

That was... until Jeff's mother died when he was 12. Two weeks before his birthday... Jeff saw his father kill his mother in their very own bedroom.

June 6th 1998

Jeff and his family were living from trailer home to trailer home. Once summer started, his dad decided it was a good idea to sell everything and go on a road trip all across the country.

They were living from motel to motel. Nina would be always afraid of the beds and would rather sleep in the car.

Ever since the death of their mother, Jeff's father became a lot more crueler.

Their dad began to prey a lot more on Nina. The only reason Lou stuck around, because he felt it was his responsibility to take care of his family.

However, Jeff was beginning to become a burden to him.

That fall, they finally moved into a trailer home up in a small town in Montana.

March 19th 1999

It was a very small community. The school was small so word got around with Jeff being the new student.

Jeff continued to stay near his sister throughout the week. He was the only one who stood up for her.

The local gang of delinquent kids saw the potential in the corruption of Jeff.

Randy, Keith, and Trent were the main big bullies at Jeff's highschool. Randy was a lot like Jeff, only Randy found his outlet in violence.

Randy became friends with Jeff, but they would force him to do awful things. They were more bullies than friends.

The snow on the ground was still fresh in the middle of March. For more than a year, Jeff had been tormented by this so called friends. Randy asked Jeff for help on a heist.

There apparently was this kid having a birthday party just down the street. Apparently the kid's parents was loaded with cash. So surely there had to be a ton of expensive stuff inside.

Randy hinted on Jeff getting all the good stuff. Of course, Jeff declined.

As poor as he was, he want to steal from a family he barely knew. Besides, Lou was bringing in a bonus next week, so money wasn't his problem.

However, Lou had been saving up behind their father's back to finally get away from their dysfunctional family. He decided it was in his best interest. He was definitely second guessing himself. Lou didn't want to leave Jeff and Nina alone.

But, Lou didn't have a choice.. he took the car one night and drove off.

Jeff didn't see Lou for an extended period.

That night he decided to go with Randy's plan.

He snuck into the front door, while Trent and Keith distracted the kids at the birthday party. They were posing as the entertainers, dressed up as party clowns.

The kid's weren't amused, of course.

Jeff and Randy made a beline for the parents bedroom. They started snatching up the jewelry, then messed around in the closet.

Jeff began to have his doubts. Randy mocked him, telling him he wasn't worth getting all the valuables.

As Randy pushed him to the ground, Jeff's face was planted on the oak wood floor. He grabbed a handful of Jeff's black hair, punching him in the face over and over.

Jeff felt numb. He was completely abandoned by those who loved him the most. All he was left with was his drunken father and his kid sister. He couldn't handle the loss of his mother, and now that Lou left. He couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Randy by the hooded collar flipping him over.

The tussle was heard from upstairs as the two boys came tumbling down the steps. In the fight, they had knocked over a set of candles. Jeff was in such a violent rage. His vision began to shift as everything began to get blurry.

The next thing he knew was the horrified faces of the parents as the witnessed Jeff strangling Randy violently. He let go of Randy's neck. He must've snapped Randy's neck. He wasn't breathing.

Candles had set the entire upstairs part of the house on fire. Smoke flooded Jeff's eyes as kids began screaming and running out of the house.

Jeff seemed still in shock by Randy's dead body as a large piece of the floor trapped him between the body and the door. He tried to wiggle out of the flames grip, until he was grabbed by a horrific version on Randy. Jeff ended up getting hit in the face with a large piece of charred wood. He tackle Randy's spirit, stabbing it with a heated kitchen knife that had laid there on the floor.

The back door was Jeff's only exit. He limped faster and faster as the house caved in on its self. He face planted into the snow. Letting its icy touch sting his burned skin as the sound of paramedics came rushing in.

3 days later

Jeff woke up in the hospital with bandages over his hand and part of his face. He felt a slight nauseous feeling wash over him. The only person who visited him was Nina. Jeff appreciated her kindness, but he could not forget what he did.

For years, people walked all over him. For some reason.. he found a certain joy out of it. Dear God, he knew it was wrong, but what other choices did he have.

Jeff smiled. He didn't understand why. He was so sad. Everyone had left him..

1 week later

Finally, he was let out of the hospital. Even though, they had to ride back home on the bus. He felt so empty, yet he kept smiling. Tears came through his smile as he sobbed into Nina's shoulder.

She didn't understand Jeff, but she left him.

When they eventually got home, their father was still on the couch sleeping.

Jeff and Nina passed him by as Nina slipped into her nightgown. Jeff walked into the bathroom. He looked awful. His right eye turned blind, and his skin felt rough and scalely. He just wanted to be happy.

How could he let himself do such a horrible thing? He was stuck in such a loop. He slammed his head into the mirror.

"What are you doing, boy?" slurred his father. He slowly stumbled to the bathroom door.

With a piece of glass, Jeffery Alexander King gave himself a carved smile. He began to cry as his father began to roar. He stabbed him in the eye with the piece of glass.

Nina tried to slip through the hallway, but she was horrified by the face of Jeff as their father laid there in a pool of blood.

"Go back to sleep, Nina... it's just a really bad dream." Those were the last words Jeff said to Nina, as he walked out the door. His bloody footprints faded into the snow as he walked into the deep woods.

#creepypasta #jeffery alexander king #alex!jeff #creepypasta au #creepypasta oc #creepypasta rewrite #<== blacklist

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irtza · 4 years

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Snowflake | Jeon Jungkook

genres: fluff, drabble, boyfriend! au

word count: 1.3k

"Get up!" A squeal erupted from Jungkook's mouth as he was forcefully pulled of the bed, tumbling off the edge straight into the carpeted floor, tangled in the warm, dusty blankets you'd foraged through the top of your closet for now that winter was beginning to arrive.

"Why would you do that?" While he had hoped his voice would come out threatening and angry, the words came out like a long, drawn out whine.

Your figure, triple its normal size because you'd hidden yourself underneath several layers and a thick padded coat, loomed over him with a dazzling smile nearly splitting your face in half, and he groaned when he saw the twinkle in your eyes and the thick boots you had on.

"It's snowing, isn't it?" He buried his face in his blankets, voice muffled.

"Yes, and you're going to come help me build a snowman!" You said cheerfully, hands circling his waist as you attempted to haul him up.

He now regretted letting you go to the gym with him - for someone practically half his height, you were surprisingly strong.

"I don't want to," Jungkook shook his head as he attempted to scramble out of the death grip you had around him, staring mournfully at the empty bed.

"Kook!" You were pouting, and he knew that, he knew he shouldn't turn to look at you otherwise he would cave, but he did it anyways. Your eyes were wide and your chapped lips were curved downwards, lower one jutting out ever slow slightly, and your hands were clutching at the sleeves of his loose grey sweater. He almost cooed at the sight, opting for bending down and pressing a swift kiss to your forehead.

"Do I really have to?" He asked, nudging his nose against yours. "You're the only snowflake I want to see, you're far prettier than all others."

Much to his dismay, you pulled away with a breathy laugh, but he was satisfied when he noticed your cheeks turning red. Even after dating for three long years, you were still shy with displays of affection, and it made his heart do this weird thing in his chest. Namjoon had told him he was probably going to die, but Jimin had shot the older a nasty look and told him reassuringly it was just love, which sounded way nicer.

"Come on, it doesn't snow often," You whined, tugging at his shirt, dragging him to the bathroom.

"Brush your teeth, I'll get your coat." You instructed, and he groaned, complying. Warm water threaded through his fingers as he ran the tap, and within minutes, he found himself padding through the house grumpily, gloved hands stuffed in his pockets as your smaller frame happily unlocked the front door.

"Lucky you," He eyed the sleeping puppy, Coffee, who was curled up in a bundle of old sweaters and clothing you'd found to decorate her bedding. She looked endearing, a small ball of mahogany and obsidian fur in the midst of bright pink and pastel lilac fabric, and he would've given anything to trade places with her.

The puppy looked up at him, panting slightly. She almost looked like she was laughing at his plight, and he scowled at her, fingers gently scratching her head. "You're lucky I love you." He muttered.

"Kook!" You called over your shoulder, and he sighed. "And you're lucky I love you too." He grumbled in your direction, making you giggle as you ran out.

Now, Jungkook and you agreed on a lot. You both liked cuddles, chill nights in, dogs, had similar taste in music (except when you listened to Euphoria on repeat, he got sick of his own voice eventually), the list went on.

Whatever you differed in were things you both could find a quick compromise to, like clothes and food.

Seasons, however, were different. Jungkook hated the cold. He preferred summer, when the sun was out and the heat was stifling even in the night, but the humidity was welcomed. He could wander around with the bare minimum amount of clothing (and so would you, but that was totally not why he liked summer).

Workouts were more satisfying, cold drinks to soothe his throat were a regular, and he would actually want to get out of bed.

You, on the other hand, loved winter, for some absurd reason. You loved bundling up and drinking hot cocoa while watching movies, you loved sitting by the window sill and watch the thin layer of frost form on the glass, you loved fitting yourself right into your boyfriend's arms because he gave the warmest hugs, you absolutely loved running around and playing in the snow.

Ever since the two of you had begun dating, you'd managed to get Jungkook out to witness the first snow of the year, a wide smile on your lips and a fading frown on his, but it was always worth it.

He stepped out, shaking the long locks that were becoming a tad bit overgrown, and his lips automatically curved into a smile.

There you were, standing in the driveway with your arms spread and your flushed face turned to the sky, as icy winds kissed your cheeks and caressed your hair. Snowflakes swirled around you as you ran around, leaving your footprints behind, giggling like a child as your gloved hands scooped up the snow.

You turned around and attempted to hurl the snowball at him, the snowball hurtling through the air, breaking apart before it could even reach him.

He snickered at the failed attempt, reaching down to gather a bit of the white expanse in his own hands, eyes narrowing as he made his way towards you.

You squealed and attempted to run away, slipping a little over the ice. His heart jumped in his throat, calming down when he saw you steady yourself, snorting when you turned and stuck your tongue out at him.

His aim didn't fall short when you turned away, the snowball hitting your back. "Jungkook!" You gasped, whirling around with your eyes gleaming as you hastily made yourself small balls of ammunition.

Jungkook laughed as you faced towards him, a surge of affection rushing through him when you slipped and dropped your snowballs, crashing straight into his waiting arms.

He looked down at you fondly, ears red and lips turned down in a pout as you stared sadly at the broken mess you'd worked so hard to make. "It's okay," He smiled, "You can make more."

"And I'll beat you up with them." You said grumpily, turning your nose up as you scowled lightly at him. "I thought we were supposed to build a snowman?" He quirked an eyebrow, and your eyes lit up at the reminder. "Oh, yeah!" You gasped, attempted to squirm out of his grip.

Jungkook chuckled, watching as the smallest snowflake fluttered through the air in an elegant twirl, landing right at the tip of your nose, causing you to still as you went cross-eyed trying to look at it.

He swooped down, pressing his lips lightly against your nose, feeling the tiny crystals of ice melt against his lips, heat surging through your face, and when he pulled away, you were as red as the Christmas ornaments you had bought in advance.

"I'm, uh, going to find some sticks," You stumbled back, eyes darting around, and all Jungkook could was laugh, watching as you stopped down, hands grazing over the snow over.

If it was for you, he smiled as he watched your eyebrows furrow in concentration as you carried out your task, turning to him in choosing which sticks were best for the arms.

If it was for you, he could learn to love anything, even winter.

#jeon jungkook #jeongguk #boyfriend au #jungkook imagine #bts x reader #bts #bangtan boys #winter #Snowflake #aesthetic #fluff

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