#siglaithan

[just-a-dinosaur-i-guess]

a santa hat + atsulucy

old holiday movies + lemon futon

last-minute gift shopping + siglai (platonic or romantic or some secret third thing; your choice)

snow angels + nikonathan

a santa hat + atsulucy

Atsushi wrinkled his nose up as Lucy set the hat on him. It was a whole new texture of itchy that he frankly kind of hated, but Lucy just giggled and booped him. "There you go, tigerkitty. All festive." Atsushi blinked. "What kind of festivities are some weird, scratchy hat even for?" Lucy grinned, clasping her hands together. "I'll call Lou, and we'll explain."

old holiday movies + lemon futon

It wasn't that Kajii chose everything in the relationship, really. But, it was true that he tended to take initative most of the time. From dates out to dates in, Kajii seemed to have an endless wealth of ideas. But it was a cold winter evening, even more so then they'd expected, and so Katai chose something for once. "Since it's freezing out," Katai hummed, eyeing Kajii in a sweater with yellows so bright it was pratically offensive, "I have a better plan." Kajii grinned with warmth and excitement, "Oh?" The TV screen flared to life, Katai grabbing Kajii by the hand and flopping into their pillow nest, snuggling against him like he was the only warmth in the house. "Hush and watch the movie."

last minute shopping & snow angels + siglaithan (i have been thinking abt them so have a combo meal)

The market was crowded a surprising amount for a day where there were at least five inches of snow in any given direction that you looked. Unfortunately, Sigma and Nathaniel were part of said crowd, both shivering their way around. They'd lost track of Nikolai, but weren't really concerned. It'd turn up later anyway, there was no point in looking. Another terrible point of this trip was that it was the day before Christmas for... at least one of them. Sigma didn't really get it and Nikolai saw no point to it, but Nathaniel was very firm about doing at least a little to celebrate it. And so, at home, they had a miserable little bonsai they'd dressed up with three ornaments, one of which was too heavy for it, and... They might have left the TV (left on the fake fireplace video) on, so that was something to immediately deal with when they returned. Their gifts were rather varied in selection, Sigma getting things that would be religated to simply items of nostagia years later, while Nathaniel picked out more functional things such as coats and the like. When they walked out of the marketplace, Sigma immediately tripped across something. "Wh-" Nathaniel looked around, then sighed deeply, glaring at Nikolai as it laid down in the snow, hapzardly making a snow angel. "Really?" Nikolai smirked in return. It didn't even shiver, as if unbothered by the cold. "Yep!"

[justadino-ig]

nothing old, nothing new

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The market was crowded a surprising amount for a day where there were at least five inches of snow in any given direction that you looked. Unfortunately, Sigma and Nathaniel were part of said crowd, both shivering their way around. They'd lost track of Nikolai, but weren't really concerned. It'd turn up later anyway, there was no point in looking. - bsd ficlets for december !!

aka: just a compilation of my advent drabbles that i've been putting out recently :P

[just-a-dinosaur-i-guess]

for the spotify wrapped fic ask game:

23 + any nikolai ship of your choosing 38 + fyostein

(also im just now realizing that i could technically cheat and look at your playlist but i did not so. have fun with whatever this gives you sddfgfhgk)

HEHE yayy

23 + siglaithan (eternal winter au)

"We're going to get in trouble." Sigma groans, looking back at Nikolai. Nikolai grins, and adjusts its scarf. "Only if we get caught." "Of course we will." Nathaniel huffs, wiping snow off himself. "You're hardly one to be subtle." Nikolai laughs, grasping his wrist and pulling him close. Its breath, like a fog, melts on his cheek. "Trust me, won't you?" Sigma shudders a little as fae watches Nathaniel relent in real time.

38 + fyostein (some kind of werewolf au)

The car is an obnoxiously shiny thing that Fyodor frankly hates sitting in. It's full of Steinbeck's scent; grapes, sweat, dirt. Sometimes mulch too. There's hay attached to every part of the inside, Fyodor swears. It's nearly unbearably itchy, and yet, everytime he comes around, xe cannot help but accept his invite. Trudging out through the snow and wishing it was with xer paws, Fyodor climbs into shotgun. "Good evening." "Heyy." Steinbeck grins at him with sharp teeth, and revs the car. The moon floods in through the windows, bathing both of them in it. Fyodor bites back a relieved sigh as warm air from the AC floods xer senses. "And what meal are we indulging in tonight?"