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꒰ december drabbles ꒱. - m.list

updated as of: december 22nd 2023 !

jour un. snow storm. - [riddle rosehearts]

after eating strawberry scones and maybe a bit more than a little snow, riddle won't let you leave

jour deux. mistletoe. - [noel noa]

getting stranded at a party might not be the best thing ever, but meeting the famous french striker under mistletoe is definitely a plus

jour trois. snow angels. - [mahito]

you finally get out of that nasty sewer to try and educate mahito on the art of snow angels

jour quatre. snowball fight. - [kazutora hanemiya]

maybe your bullies did something right after cornering you in the park and accidentally hitting the gang member in your class instead of you

cinquième jour. winter nights. - [leona kingscholar]

you're warm and make him feel fuzzy inside even if that can’t happen

sixième jour. snowman. - [kalim al asim]

getting kalim away from jamil for a minute to let him try out snow for the first time wasn't that easy but still the most fun you’ve had in a while

septième jour. christmas lights. - [seishu inui]

do you really need to be grounded when there’s a boy in your window looking like a puppy to take you to see the rich neighborhoods’ lights

jour huit. chocolate chip cookies. - [tendou satori]

after working all day, he just wants to come home to a nice batch of chocolate chip cookies but maybe you need chocolatier tendou to show you how real chocolate chip cookies are made

jour neuf. ugly sweater. - [izana kurokawa]

why does your boyfriend seem so stressed lately? he just needs a good present to cheer him up

jour dix. baby its cold outside. - [malleus draconia]

who cares about what your family and neighbors think? it’s just so cold outside; why should you leave?

jour onze. ice skating. - [azul ashengrotto]

youve seen how he is at broom riding, but maybe you should actually look away when he's on skates

jour douze. home alone. - [taiju shiba]

your family might have forgotten you on their vacation, but your shovel serial killer neighbor might not be as mean as everyone says

jour treize. scarf. - [ushijima wakatoshi]

that guy on the volleyball team is taking the same route home as you. luckily, you forgot a scarf

quatorzième jour. the nutcracker. - [kakucho]

maybe that nutcracker prince you dreamt about wasn't as much of a dream as you thought it was

𝕋𝔹𝔸

just finished xo, kitty and am waiting for Min Ho fanfics

Edward!Malleus x Bella!Y/n

Y/n: You're impossibly fast, and strong. Your skin is pale white and ice cold. Your eyes change color, and sometimes you speak like--like you're from a different time. You never eat or drink anything. You don't go out in the sunlight. ...How old are you?

Malleus: Seventeen.

Y/n: How long have you been seventeen?

Malleus: A while.

Y/n: I know what you are.

Malleus: Say it. Out loud. Say it!

Y/n: Vampire.

Malleus: Are you afraid?

Y/n: No.

Malleus: Then ask me the most basic question: what do we eat?

Y/n: You won't hurt me. (he takes your arm and leads you, walking fast) Where are we going?

Malleus: Up the mountain. Out of the cloud bank. You need to know what I look like in the sunlight.

(You fly with him. Sort of.)

Malleus: This is why we don't show ourselves in the sunlight. People would know that we're different. This is what I am.

(Malleus walks into a sunbeam and he ... sparkles?)

Y/n: It's like diamonds. You're beautiful.

Malleus: Beautiful? This is the skin of a killer, y/n. I'm a killer.

Y/n: I don't believe that.

Malleus: It's because you believe a lie. A camoflauge. I'm the world's most dangerous predator. Everything about me invites you in. My voice, my face, even my smell. As if I would need any of that. As if you could out run me. As if you could fight me off. (He shows off his powers.) I'm designed to kill.

Y/n: I don't care.

Malleus: I've killed people before.

Y/n: It doesn't matter.

Malleus: I wanted to kill you. I've never wanted a human's blood so much in my life.

Y/n: I trust you.

Malleus: Don't.

Y/n: I'm here. I trust vou.

Malleus: My family, we're different than others of our kind. We only hunt animals. We've learned to control our thirst. It's you. Your scent. It's like a drug to me. Like my own personal brand of heroin.

Y/n: Why did you hate me so much when we met?

Malleus: I did. Only for making me want you so badly. I still don't know if I can control myself.

Y/n: I know you can.

Malleus: I can't read your mind. You have to tell me what you're thinking.

Y/n: Now I'm afraid.

Malleus: Good.

Y/n: I'm not afraid of you, I'm only afraid of losing you. I feel like you're going to disappear.

Malleus: You don't know how long I've waited for you. And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.

Y/n: What a stupid lamb.

Malleus: What a sick, masochistic lion.

(You proceed to lie in a meadow with him and stare at each other.)

Y/n: (voice over) About three things I was absolutely positive: first, Malleus was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him--and I didn't know how dominant that part might be--that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

𝓳𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓾𝓷. 𝓼𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓶.

✿ summary: after eating strawberry scones and maybe a bit more than a little snow, riddle won't let you leave

✿ ft. riddle rosehearts

you hadn't expected it. you really should have, but you didn't.

the perfectly cut grass along with those pops of red in heartsabyul had been draped in a pristine white layer of snow. the once almost postcard blue sky transformed into a muted gray hue. soft mummers of the wind now were hidden with a biting nip. tiny snowflakes began to multiply, swirling and twirling in the wind. the atmosphere began to shift into a flurry of snow. 

voices yelled to get back inside once the wind kicked up. 

you had followed the dorm leader inside the half eaten strawberry stones left to fly with the wind or be suffocated by the mounting layers of pristine powder.

now, after being stuck in his cozy room, it didn't seem so bad to be stuck here. who knew it was against the queen's rules to get out in the snow thirty minutes after eating a strawberry scone?

was it even coming down that hard? maybe the snow could go up to your knees, but grim needed you back at ramshackle. he did have the ghosts, and you had, well, riddle, overbearing as ever. he passed back and forth in his room, hand on his chin, muttering something under his breath. his eyes would occasionally glance your way before immediately diverting to the floor.

you were lucky enough to find yourself on his bed, blankets and duvet draped around your form keeping you warm, a nice contrast to the freezing blizzard coming down outside.

"aren't you cold, riddle?" you asked the boy who momentarily paused, his shoulders tense in the chilly air.

"no, don't be ridiculous," he almost responded too quickly, but there was a subtle shiver beneath his confident tone.

“riddle.”

“i told you, im fine.” he snapped before a high pitch sneeze erupted out of him, leaving him frozen in a moment of vulnerability.

“sure.” you looked at him, a playful glint in your eyes. “just join me.” you tell him and pat a spot next to you, the soft noise nustling into his ears. 

he looked at you, obviously thinking it over. yes he was cold, very cold and you were warm. you were also a friend. a friend he cared about a lot. what if he embarrassed himself? what would his mother say?

riddle hesitated for a moment, his expression softening before he reluctantly moved to sit beside you, not before peeling off his gloves, heels and cloak, seeking the warmth both from your words and the shared space. bed dipping the air between you held a subtle tension, a mixture of the biting cold and an unspoken connection.

opening your am with a blanket you wordlessly invited him closer to you. shoulders brushing until nudging and then finally touching, no space in between the two of you. you wrapped the blanket to his shoulder. 

“what are you doing?” he snapped back, his shoulders tense as he resisted the urge to yank the blanket off.

“keeping you warm,” you said calmly, unaffected by his abrupt response. you rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes, a sigh escaping you as you allowed yourself to relax. he inhaled quickly, his posture stiff and straight as always.

you opened your eyes and looked into the red head's. “you can relax, you know.”

“i am relaxed.” he retorted, but his words contradicted the truth. his fingers fidgeted, his posture remained tense, and everything about him screamed awkwardness. despite his efforts to maintain composure, the vulnerability beneath the surface was palpable, like a tightly wound coil just waiting to unravel. the air held a quiet tension, a delicate balance between his resistance and your gentle persistence in breaking down the walls he had built around himself.

"right," you couldn't help but let out a laugh, though a subtle tightness settled in your chest. was he even trying to warm up to you? the fact that he didn't force you to be in the same room as ace or deuce right now suggested some level of care, but maybe not enough to share such an intimate moment with you.

riddle caught on to your feelings, your face not doing much to hide them. gradually, he slid his hand over towards yours, bit by bit. perhaps, in his own way, he was opening up to you. his frostbitten hands latched onto yours, seeking warmth from the cold.

you flinched, and riddle almost immediately shot his hand back towards his lap, muttering a quick apology. his face turned as red as the once red roses outside. how could he be so stupid, reaching out to grab your hand like that? he should have known better. it felt like an invasion of space, a potential disrespect. what would his mother say? he was practically taking advantage of y-

his wild thoughts dwindled away like sugar in water when your hand touched his own, grasping it and squeezing it. the feeling of warmth shot up his arm to his body and then his heart. he couldn't even think of anything; his mind went blanker than ever before. all his problems melted away, his heart beating like he had just flunked a test, but this was a different kind of beating- stressful, yet strangely comforting. it felt fuzzy, even with all the emotions going on in his head.

even with this new feeling, he didn't want to think about it. he didn't want to take away from this warmth. he wanted to relax, to take it in, as if this moment was a sanctuary from the chaos of the outside world.

as the two of you sat there, hands intertwined, a soft silence enveloped the room. riddle's initial tension began to subside, replaced by a sense of calm that neither of you had anticipated.

you could sense a subtle shift in riddle's demeanor. the rigid walls he usually kept up seemed to soften, and he let out a deep breath, as if releasing pent-up stress. 

riddle stole a glance at you, his crimson eyes meeting yours with a mix of vulnerability and gratitude. for a moment, the weight of expectations, responsibilities, and the troubles that usually plagued him seemed to fade away. it was just the two of you.

even when you woke up the next day, snow melting into water, your hands were still intertwined.