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Remember…

Hanji is the one who announced him as a clean freak

Hanji not only brings out the poop jokes in him she also throws them right back

Hanji calls him just by his first name- you’d hardly ever hear it otherwise

Hanji saves him in this moment by breaking the tension with her boundless enthusiasm

Hanji invites him to torture parties

Hanji interprets his weird speeches

Hanji values his help but can function without his presence

All in all, Hanji admires him but still sees him as a regular human being. Hanji compensates for his flaws and gives him laughter and a carefree spirit when no one else can. The same way he compensates for her. Hanji is not just his opposite. Together they are two halves of a whole. While other Levi pairings may work, who does he really need more than Hanji

WHY IS THERE STORIES IN YOUTUBE NOW?

the headmaster was definitely flirting with Loki... I wonder how Loki managed to win the favour in those 2 weeks

A quiet, civilised evening

Jason will come back to life.

Voltron isn’t queerbaiting. The fandom is.

Here is my first entry for @ruspruweek. This is for the prompt Cold.

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There were snowflakes swirling in the air, and a chill in the air. The winter in Petersburg was milder than Moscow, but the cold was a constant. Prussia was walking next to him through the frosty gardens of the Peterhof.

He had been visiting often in recent years, and Russia was not going to complain. Their burgeoning alliance was important to him. But, it was a more personal affinity as well. He enjoyed Prussia’s visits and enjoyed their closeness.

As he glanced over at his companion, he was quite certain that it was not just politics. There were snowflakes clinging to Prussia’s pale eyelashes, and the cold had given his cheeks a pink flush. It made him look ethereal. Russia couldn’t help but think that he looked like an angel. It was someone ironic considering how much of Europe seemed to think he was a demon.

It was strange for someone who was usually so harsh to look so soft. But Russia could feel a tenderness in his heart as he looked at him. Prussia spoke, “I am glad to see that Charlotte is so happy here. It’s so rare that royalty gets to be in love.”

That was the reason he had given for visiting. He wanted to be sure that his princess was settling in comfortably. It had been six months since the wedding, and the couple seemed very happy. It felt to Russia that there was more reason than that, since Prussia had never seemed so interested in the lives of his royal family before. It seemed like he had chosen to visit at Christmas because he wanted to, but his pride would not admit that it was a social visit.

Russia corrected him gently, “Alexandra Feodorovna does seem happy at court.”

She had converted before the wedding, as was expected of every princess who married a Romanov. He didn’t blame Prussia for not remembering, since it was a new name for a woman he had known since she was a child.

Privately, Russia was happy that Nicholas had found love as well. But, he was just as glad that the marriage gave him a reason to grow closer to Prussia.

As if he had heard the thought, Prussia looped his arm under Russia’s and pulled himself closer. He said, “I trust you to look after her.” Russia met his eyes, and said sincerely, “I promise you that I will. And you are always welcome to visit.”

He wished that he did not need to use the princess for pretense, but if Prussia visited more often, then it would be worth it. Prussia smiled, and it made the pink in his cheeks look all the more charming. He replied with a chuckle and a puff of frozen breath, “I may wait for Spring.” Russia asked, “Are you too cold?”

Prussia pressed himself even more firmly against Russia’s side and said, “You are warm.”

He glanced at how the other man was dressed. Foreigners often failed to dress for the Russian weather, since they did not understand how bitterly cold it could get. The winter clothing that was sufficient in the rest of Europe would not be enough. Prussia was wearing a thick wool coat with a fur collar.

Then his eyes were drawn to the thin gloves. They were far too thin for this weather. They explained the feeling of cold. There was one solution to the problem short of giving him new gloves.

Russia stopped walking and turned to take both of Prussia’s hands in his own. Their eyes met again, and he felt his heart start beating faster. He had not thought about how intimate this would feel. He was again struck by how incredibly handsome Prussia looked, especially against the snowy winter scene.

He ran his thumb along the back of Prussia’s hands to warm the flesh. He asked, “Does that feel better?”

They were standing close enough together that their breath was mingling in the winter air. Prussia took a small step closer and said, “Yes, that’s much warmer.”

Then he leaned forward and kissed Russia on the cheek. It was short, but unexpected. Russia felt himself blush. There was a smirk playing at the corner of Prussia’s mouth, like he was trying to hide it. The look of bemusement brought back a memory. Years ago Prussia had told him that his years in Königsberg had made him used to the cold. He should have known how to dress for the weather.

Russia said, voicing the thought, “You planned that.” Only then did the smirk break through Prussia’s control. He replied with a smile, “Perhaps I did. It got you to hold my hands, didn’t it?”

On anyone else, the look of smugness might be off-putting. But, on his face it was charming, and far too tempting. Russia leaned in and kissed him right on his smug smile. His lips were still warm despite the chill.

When they broke apart, Russia said softly, “Is that warmer?”

He could see how red the other man’s face was from some mix of the cold and a blush that was impossible to hide. Prussia bit his lower lip before saying, “It is. I think I could be warmer.”

The look of clever mischief on his face made his meaning perfectly clear.

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