I Love The Snow

I love the snow

“Love please come back inside!”

Looking over your shoulder, seeing Pantalone standing in the opening of the big doors. You were knees deep in snow, the biggest grin on your face as you just kept playing in the snow.

He had taken you back to snezhnaya for some time away, enjoying his ‘days off.’ Which weren’t days off he kept working but now with you sitting next to him on couch. The warm fire roaring in the background, and you curled into his side with a good book or a puzzle book in hand.

But right now you were outside playing the the fresh snow that had fallen during the night, laughing as you stumbled and threw up snow. Even if Pantalone didn’t enjoy you being in the snow the scene in front of him did bring a smile to his face.

“A few more minutes, my love! I promise!”

You laughed out, head thrown back as you enjoyed the snow that you had thrown up softly falling down again. Smiling as you moved around a bit more before your tripped and went down laughing before sitting up.

Slowly standing back up, slightly wobbly on the legs you made your way back to the mansion and right into Pantalones arms. Smiling right up at him, rosy cheeks and bright eyes.

“Let’s get you out of the clothing and into something warm, my love.”

Kissing your cheeks, laughing at how cold your cheeks were softly nuzzling his nose against your cold cheek. A chuckle left your lips before turning your head and kissing him. He let you back up to your shared bedroom, helping you undress, he couldn’t help himself and kiss your bare shoulders hands on your hips. Before he dressed you in one of his black blouses, which in turn was way too big on you.

Dragen you back towards the couch, pulling you to his side but you grinned and climbed right onto his lab leaning down to kiss him. A small blush coming to his cheeks but happily kissed you back, hand sliding up onto your hips and your buried into his hair.

“I love you but I love the snow as well.”

“Oh love the let me buy you snezhnaya and more.”

He softly sigh into your mouth, a small high pitched whine left him as you pulled at his hair.

“But all I could ever wish for is right here under me, making the loveliest of noises.”

You softly teased, kissing him again as the snow started to fall again behind the two of you. Enjoying each other’s presents and the fire in fireplace.

Klarion x reader //we meet again// Part 2

Teekl was purring against my chest as I was leaning back in the corner of the base, the window to the outside world only showing rain and thunder. Big boss and Klarion were talking about stuff that I could care less for, I was happy with the purring cat on my lap and some tea by my side. My phone played soft music as my mind drifted in and out of existence. Hands ran through short orange hair, as Teekl was making biscuits with my shirt, how cute. A small giggle left my mouth, soon after taking a sip from my now cooled-down tea. "I would like my familiar back, now."

"Mmh, I think she is pretty comfortable and happy here in my lap, so... no you can't"

A small growl left his mouth, a chuckle left my mouth, placing the teacup down, wrapping my arms around the small animal. Standing from my seat, cracking my back in the progress, a small meow leaving Teekl. Holding out Teekl to her owner, he snatched her from my arms. A small growl left Teekl being handled so roughly, she glared up at her owner.

"What?! Don't you growl at me, you stupid cat."

"You off?"

His head snapped to me as I just smiled back at him, looking me up and now he let his shoulders drop.

"Yes."

"Mmh, sad! Till next time Klarion, bye Teekl."

Petting Teekl on the head she leaned into my touch before I look up at Klarion with a small smirk.

"Take care, Klar."

"Take care.... (n/n)"

A grin broke on my face, as he teleported off to gods knows where me skipping back to my spot before plopping down onto my mountain of pillows. I feel like a schoolgirl who just talked to their crush, gripping a pillow to my chest, looking out of the window. Some time had past since our first meeting, we went on a few missions over time, just annoying each other when we could, but still having fun. it did get us in trouble from time to time but that only made it more fun. So our friendship grows and well... So do my feelings for the witch boy himself.

"So this is what you meant with baby magic all those years ago!"

Blocking a spell of Zatanna, absorbing the power into myself, as Klarion laughed. A small black orb appeared in my hand before I swing it at Zatanna, easily breaking through her shield and making her fly across the field. Holding up my hand, turning one of Zatannas' students' magic into nothing.

"What are you teaching them, dear? Nothing good it would seem!"

Sending the girl flying as well, hitting a tree, a painful cry leaving her mouth. Jumping out of the way from another blast I float above Klarion who shot out one bigger spell as they were distracted by me. Sadly Zatanna was there to block it, but barely! Burn wounds decorated their bodies, but that was not important at the moment. Flying over the 3 of them, I made the grab for the magic book we were looking for.

"Thank you, lovelies, we good what we needed."

Landing back next to Klarion, Teekl jumped to my shoulders, softly purring against my cheek. Waving at them, Klarion teleported us back to base, and as soon as we got there I opened up the book. All different kinds of spells, incantations and so much more were in the book. So pretty easy other not so much, feeling eyes on me I looked up from the book, Klarion standing there with his arms cross, a small smirk on his face.

"Soooo, can we try some of these?"

He nods, joining my side, looking over the pages that I was on right now. So hours passed, many different spells were used and tried out, some failing, some partially, and others a big success! Leaning against the mountain of pillows, Klarion next to me, the book floating in front of us, flipping through it as we try to see anything more fun to try out.

"How about that one?"

Slightly leaning to Klarion, pointing at a summoning spell of a big monster. Our shoulders touched, using his knee for support to not make me fall over. Klarion shook his head, feeling his arm wrap around my waist, pulling me into him. A pleasant sigh left my nose, leaning into his side, looking over the book ones more. Sometimes pointing something out, other times just making small spells in the air. Until I felt myself drop my head on his shoulder, Teekl joining us, sitting on my lap, running my fingers through her fur.

"Klar?"

"Mmh?"

"Ah never mind."

"You got to tell me now, (n/n)"

Looking up at the chaos lord, trailing my eyes over his face, should i... no this is nice, I shouldn't ruin it, this is the longest he has sat still. But it would seem something was on his mind as well, as he was also scanning me over. Leaning my head back on his shoulder only for his sharp nail to poke my cheek.

"Klarion!"

"Come on tell me! Don't be like this!"

"Like what?"

"Like... Like!"

A small chuckle was heard from me, Klarion glaring down at me. Grumbling he leaned his head on top of mine, snapping the book close in front of us, Teekl sitting up in my lap, rubbing her head against my chin.

"So you want attention, he?"

"Yes."

My movement froze, slowly pulling away from Klarion to look up at him. A small pout on his lips, his arms now crossed, quickly looking down at Teekl, only to see her looking up at me with a smug look in her eyes. 'you sly fox.' So with a deep breath, I looked back up to Klarion, placing my hand on the back of his neck. His eyes made contact with mine.

"You can just ask right?"

"Does it look like I want to do that?!"

Laughing, I leaned myself onto him, my other hand beginning to run through his hair.

"(n/n)?"

"Mh?"

Leaning down his lips connect with mine, hands trailing up and down my back as mine grip the back of his head. It was soft, gentle, and inexperienced but fun in a way. Tilting my head a little bit, letting one of my hands' cup his jaw, a small sigh left his nose. Pulling back, I bump my nose against his, his hands finally settling on my lower back.

"Good enough attention, Klar?"

He nods, kissing me again and again, wrapping my arms around his neck, a small laugh left my mouth as his nails scrape against the back of my neck. A chuckle left his own, pulling us closer together.

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there is nothing out here for this man, so I have to do it myself!

thank you so much for reading this and if you have any good ideas for more klarion stories do let me know!

or a site where I can read the comics about klarion please let me know I used to have a site but that sadly got taken down. ;-;

as always English is not my first language so if there are any mistakes let me know and I'm sorry!

fun fact; I made my own Young justice oc and I already got some drawings done as well some commissions back for them! XD do let me know if you are interested in seeing them!

A sweet afternoon

Running my fingers through pitch-black hair softly sing a song I once knew from my younger life. Hearing a content sigh coming from the men laying on my lap, as his hand played with the end of a dress Leia gave to me telling me it was from her mother.

"You feeling a bit better now?" Brown eyes made contact with my own as he softly smiled. "You look beautiful." Rolling my eyes I pushed his head from my lap, standing up, stretching.

"Was that really necessary?" A laugh left my lips as I stick out my tongue at him. "Totally!" This time he was the one to roll his eyes as he stood up too. "You better say sorry." "Mmmmh, nope!" He smirked, but I knew that look, pushing my hand out he was pushed back onto his ass, making me laugh. But that was soon cut off as he pulled me to him.

Crashing it to him, making us roll over on the ground laughing loudly. Once coming to a stop we where laying side by side, our breath coming out short and fast, small chuckles leaving our lips. Rolling onto my elbow leaning over Ben, his eyes looking over my whole face. "Hey, my eyes are up here you know that right?" A grin pulled at my face as his eyes immediately shot up.

Leaning down, hovering over him, but Ben seems to be impatient as his hand wrap around the back of my head and pulled me down, lips met as he sat up basically pulling me into his lap. A laugh against his lips as I felt him smile into the kiss. Bracing myself onto his hips, pushing up against him, as his other hand landed on the small of my back.

Pulling back, a peaceful smile crossed Ben's lips, making me smile back softly. Touching our foreheads together, my hand cupping his cheek, stroking it as he leaned into it. "I love you, Ben Solo, more than yesterday, but less than tomorrow." Seeing tears built up in his eyes. "I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you." He softly said back, as a tear fell, leaning forwards kissing it away.

Ben pulled me back on top of him, as he laid back, wrapping his arms around my waist. Making me rest my head on top of his chest, as one of his hands left my back and grab hold of one of my hands lifting it up to his lips. Kissing every one of my fingers, a smile pulled at my lips. "I hope to never lose you." "I hope to never lose you too, dear." Slowly we both fell into a peaceful slumber in the middle of the grass field.

Can I request some headcanons about Symmetra, Mercy and Ana with S/O, who, despite being very lucky, is extremely nervous?

Symmetra

- Tries to keep you off the battlefield at all times if she can.

- Nervousness leads to mistakes and she doesn't want to lose you at all, at any cost.

- You may be lucky but that means nothing to her in the long run, she loves you for you, not some stupid luck-driven life.

- When you are very nervous she makes different figures with her tech, trying to distract you from that mind of yours.

- Soft forehead kisses are a thing she does on her own without thinking when she sees something happen to you out of luck.

Mercy

- Look, she is happy that you are very lucky but seeing you this nervous about anything else is making her uneasy.

- Even with all this luck, you aren't even relaxed?

- Will try to ease everything with soft words and soft touches.

- Running her fingers through your hair, down your back just to feel you relax back into her.

- When you are on the battlefield and seeing you make your way through it with your luck makes her softly laugh.

- Sometimes sees you as her own little good luck charm but only on your better days when you are less nervous.

Ana

- Seeing you get by a lot by luck makes her laugh, but seeing you still be so very nervous makes her heart ache.

- Late nights with tea, listening to your worries and holding you close.

- Tries to keep you off the battlefield if possible but that is not up to her but she tries.

- If you get to nervous she has some lavender candies to help you calm down (if you don't like does... I'm sorry)

- Softly hums a tune as well

- Lucky may have gotten you to her but you is why she stayed.

- She loves you with your luck and your nervousness.

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I hope this is what you wanted dear ano,

so please I hope you enjoyed this little piece.

I'm slowly losing it /pos

making a Horizon Zero Dawn/Forbidden West oc and well I'm like fact-checking everything and now I have like over 20 pages of information

Hidden Tensions //Oc based

The low hum of machinery filled the air in the base, a comforting sound punctuating the otherwise tense atmosphere as Sam worked in the dim lighting of the makeshift workshop. The flicker of lights from their various projects created a dance of shadows that enveloped them, and Sam was in their element—surrounded by gears, tools, and the comforting scent of oil and metal. 

Though they were small in stature, their strength lay hidden—a muscle tone that came from years of combat training and survival, a strong build that was both deceiving and empowering, scars littered their toned body a reminder of what happened in the past. Their blue eyes sparkled with determination, short brown hair framing their face as they focused intently on the weapon they were modifying. It was a new bow for Aloy, one that would help her take on the upcoming threat from the Far Zenith.

Sam took a step back, admiring their handiwork, when a light knock on the door broke their concentration. Tilda stepped in without waiting for a response, her tall frame and striking presence immediately commanding Sam’s attention. The former Far Zenith member had settled into life at the base surprisingly well, her calm demeanor and sharp intellect providing insight into problems that often left the rest of the group puzzled. 

“Good evening, Sam,” Tilda said, her voice smooth and confident as she leaned against the doorframe. “I hope I’m not interrupting. I was just coming to check in on you.”

“Just tinkering away,” Sam replied, a playful smile curling their lips. “You know me—if I’m not fixing weapons, I’m lost.”

Tilda stepped further into the workshop, her eyes scanning the cluttered tables filled with projects. “Your focus is impressive. Aloy says you’re making a new bow for her, is that right?”

“Yup! Trying to get it just right so she can take on the tougher machines. Better range, more power,” Sam said, enthusiasm lighting up their features. “Want to help?”

“I’d love to,” Tilda replied with a small smile that lit up her face. 

They fell into a comfortable rhythm, Tilda handing tools to Sam, commenting on the designs and providing suggestions. Their camaraderie grew—Tilda’s sharp mind and innovative ideas complemented Sam’s practicality and quick wit. Yet, beneath the friendship lay an unacknowledged tension, a current that ran between them, unspoken but potent.

As hours slipped away, a casual banter transformed into something deeper—shared laughter igniting sparks that neither of them recognized. Sam could feel the warmth of Tilda’s presence, her laughter wrapping around them like a gentle embrace, a feeling they had never expected to crave so much.

“Hey, can you hold this steady for me?” Sam asked, holding a length of metal to shape it as Tilda stepped closer. The proximity sent a shiver down Sam’s spine, causing a mix of anxiety and excitement to bloom like wildflowers. 

“Of course,” Tilda replied, her voice low and smooth, as she leaned over Sam, her breath brushing against their ear. “Just like that?”

Sam swallowed hard, suddenly aware of the warmth radiating from Tilda’s body. “Yeah, just like that,” they said, barely managing to keep their composure as a rush of adrenaline coursed through their veins.

With the air thickening around them, Sam’s focus wavered. Each heartbeat felt magnified, and when Tilda brushed against them, the spark ignited. It felt electric, charging the space between them with unspoken desires.

“Sam…” Tilda murmured softly, and in that moment, everything shifted. Without warning, Tilda pivoted, and in one motion, she had Sam pinned against the sturdy surface of the workbench, her body leaning against them, breath warm against their skin.

“W-what are you—” Sam stuttered, shock mingling with exhilaration as Tilda captured their gaze, those vibrant green eyes reflecting an intensity Sam had never seen before.

“Just go with it,” Tilda whispered, a smirk dancing on her lips as she captured Sam’s mouth with her own, the kiss igniting a wildfire within them. 

It was powerful, consuming. Sam melted against Tilda, their body responding instinctively, hands grasping her waist as they deepened the kiss, legs automatically wrapped around Tilda's waist, breath mingling as if they were a single entity. Tilda pulled back slightly, her eyes sparkling mischievously, before trailing kisses down Sam’s neck, leaving soft, heated marks that made Sam gasp.

“Wait—” Sam protested weakly, heart racing, the weight of everything crashing down all at once. “What if Aloy—?”

Tilda paused just long enough to look up, her breath warm against Sam’s skin, a sly smile on her face. “Aloy doesn’t have to know. Not yet. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.” 

Before Sam could process the implication of her words, Tilda was already trailblazing down Sam’s neck, marking them with soft kisses and hushed whispers of admiration. Sam’s breath hitched, hands instinctively finding their way to Tilda's hair, pulling her back up to deepen the kiss once more—an intoxication they had been craving, a connection finally acknowledged.

They lost themselves in each other, the world around them disappearing as they surrendered to the sparks flying between them. Time slipped away, and it was just the two of them—lost in the moment, tangled in depths they had yet to explore.

Tilda pulled away slightly, her cheeks flush, a triumphant grin dancing across her lips. “So… this is what you’ve been hiding behind all those workshop walls,” she teased, voice low enough to send shivers racing down Sam’s spine.

“I… um,” Sam stammered, attempting to regain composure, fighting back a smile as they shrugged sheepishly. “I guess I never realized I was hiding at all.”

“Good,” Tilda said, leaning closer again, their foreheads almost touching. “Because I’d like to see more of this side of you.” 

With a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, Tilda leaned in closer, leaving one last kiss at the corner of Sam’s mouth before pushing herself up and stepping back, creating distance that felt both tantalizing and cruel. Their heart thudded relentlessly in their chest, a mix of thrill and uncertainty hanging in the air.

“I should probably get back to the others,” Tilda said, glancing over her shoulder as she made her way towards the door.

“Yeah,” Sam agreed, still trying to process everything that had just happened, the way their body felt alive and electric. “Just, um… be careful with that door… it creaks.”

Tilda paused, looking back at them with a mix of mischief and warmth. “I’ll try,” she promised, her smile lingering as she slipped out of the workshop, leaving Sam breathless and exhilarated.

As the workshop returned to quiet, Sam stared at the desk, fingers brushing against the surface where Tilda had pinned them just moments before. A wave of warmth spread through their chest then down, and with a smile tugging at their lips, they knew that everything had changed.

And as Sam returned to their work, their mind raced not with thoughts of machines and weapons, but with the warmth of Tilda’s kiss, the promise of hidden desires, and the vibrant uncertainty of a new chapter unfolding between them. The world outside was still fraught with danger, but for now, within the walls of their little sanctuary, they were more than warriors—they were two people ready to redefine what it meant to fight for something beyond survival.