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sommerregenjuniluft · 6 months

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@jegulus-microfic december 14 - stare - 2127 words (i apologise)

aka the Hogwarts School charmed mistletoe predicament

The first time it happens it’s truly purely by accident.

Regulus is walking back from the library, exhausted and sleep sluggish. It’s certainly close to curfew again or else Ms. Pince wouldn’t have woken him where he’d fallen asleep over his 3 feet parchment of Potions essay.

He’s barely keeping his eyes open, cozily buried in an extra cloak, imbedded with a heating charm and books hugged closely to his chest when he rounds a corner and runs directly into something.

Someone, Regulus realizes, as deft arms wrap around him to keep them upright.

The collision had shook most of Regulus’ slumber out of him and they only stagger for another moment, bodies pressed together before Regulus is about to pull his wand and tell this unattentive, idiot berk of a human being what he thinks of people that can’t keep their fucking hands to themsel—

“Shit, sorry- I’m sorry, did I—” and oh, Regulus knows that voice. Would recognise that scent of broom polish, citrus, spice and boy anywhere. James’ atrocious mess of a hair is tickling Regulus’ temples and the older boy is speaking again before he’s even entirely reared back to blink him into focus. Just the three soft syllables of his name whispered against the shell of Regulus’ ear.

And only then does James Potter take a half step back and pull to his full height, beaming down at Regulus with his stupid dimpled grin and his stupid round glasses that rest always just a smidge crookedly on his big nose.

“Hi Regulus,” and fuck James, honestly. Fuck him and then fuck him some more for the way the words drip like molten honey from his tongue and send a shiver racing down Regulus’ spine.

That’s when Regulus notices James’ hands still being wound around his waist. “Potter,” he says pointedly with a look between them.

All it does though is make James’ eyes droop and his grin tug into a lopsided smirk.

Regulus rolls his eyes and sets onto just striding past James when he feels his feet eerily unable to move.

He looks down in confusion, tries again to shuffle his feet and take a step in any direction, unsuccessful.

When Regulus’ head snaps back up to scowl at James this one is regarding Regulus’ predicament with a lax jaw, lips parted.

“Unstick the bloody charm, James, before I hex your kneecaps away,” Regulus threatens, wand pointed at James’ broad chest. He’s only wearing a T-shirt, the nutter. It’s freezing!

James, in a very unimpressed manner, simply bats the wand away gently and then does something weird with his knees and hips, twisting and turning.

Regulus watches this foolery for about 15 seconds before he’s done with it. “What in Merlin’s name do you think you’re achieving here?”

“Shh.”

“Wha– Did you just shush me?” a humorless laugh tumbles out of Regulus. He might be a little sleep deprived. “Oh, you must be fucking joki—”

Regulus breaks off into an incredulous noise when James clamps a palm over Regulus mouth to shut him up as he tips his head back to stare at the ceiling.

The wood of his wand is searing in Regulus’ palm, itching him to use it but he can’t quite help himself when his gaze follows James’.

Above their heads are the usual wall torches, adorned by greenery and Christmas decorations in all kinds of forms and house colors. There’s a little bow of green silver and red and golden tull adorned in these particular fir twigs.

Though when Regulus blinks the adornment a little sharper into focus he realizes that they’re actually two.

The second one floating just shy of the sprigs wreath and oh, no.

Regulus recognises the white little berries. The dull, tear-shaped leaves where it floats right above their heads.

Oh, Merlin, please don’t let it be-

“A charmed mistletoe,” James confirms, voice husky.

Regulus’ eyes widen and when his chin drops down James’ chocolate brown eyes are already there, right in front of him. Bright and glinting a little in the flickering light before the skin around the corners crinkle in a sickeningly adorable way when he erupts into an enormous smile.

“No,” Regulus says, shaking his head. “No.”

James, the bastard, huffs a laugh, frame shaking with it. Completely at ease apparently.

“Regs,” James tries, tone placating.

“Nope, nah-uh– Non.”

“Resorting to French, are we?”

“Not in a million lifetimes, Potter.”

“Reg, love—”

“No, I- how would we even- fuck, merde. Je n’arrive pas à y croire—”

“Regulus.” Broad hands circling his waist again.

Regulus is momentarily startled into silence by the contact.

“It won’t let us move until we kiss in any form, I’ve seen it happen just this morning,” James says, voice low and honest. Before he adds in a grumble, “Made us late to Transfiguration third period when Sirius refused to let Remus give a Ravenclaw sixth year a little peck.”

Regulus is going to scream.

Instead, he punches James in his stomach with his free hand.

The older boy grunts, hand wrapping around Regulus’ wrist as if to confiscate it. “Easy there, now,” he presses out between gritted teeth, tone low and warning.

A frustrated noise rips from Regulus’ throat as he feels himself flush, boring a hole into the air above James’ shoulder with his eyes. Oh, this can’t be happening. Why must these things always happen to Regulus?

“What were you even doing down here?” Regulus asks, incredulously.

“Snack duty,” James shrugs—the way his pecs and shoulders are stretching the thin cotton is bordering on indecent, “Know a shortcut or two into the kitchens.”

He’s still holding onto Regulus’ wrist, now carefully caressing the pad of his thumb there in small circles that do little to slowen Regulus’ rabbiting heartbeat.

Regulus sighs explosively and then promptly raises their joined hands up to James’ face, his knuckles up.

“Here.”

“‘Here’ what?”

Regulus jabs his slack hand more pointedly in front of James’ nose.

James gives him a look that’s equally fond as it is patronizing, “That won’t do.”

“How would you know?”

“Because I saw,” James snarks back. “Remember, I told you? This morning. Pads throwing a tantrum. Jingle any bells?”

Regulus growls in the back of his throat, “Try anyways.”

And yeah, that was probably the wrong thing to say. A mistake.

Regulus swallows hard, wishes he would chew the words back. But it’s already too late.

“Oh?” James makes, a satisfied little smile on his lips. Momentarily digging his teeth into his lower one before he adjusts his hold around Regulus’ hand.

Fingers sliding down until their encircling his and his thumb brushing over the bony length of Regulus thin fingers there too.

His gaze unrelenting, unblinking as he lifts Regulus and gives him a small kiss on his knuckles. Chaste, unlingering but warm. Warm and so, so soft. Very pleasant.

With that thought Regulus immediately rips his hand back, flight kicking in. Although he doesn’t come very far when he realizes he’s still unable to move his feet.

Still stuck.

Regulus feels a vein throbbing in his forehead.

James sighs across from him. “It has to be somewhere on the face.”

Regulus balks.

James rolls his eyes. “C’mon Regs, the cheek? Isn’t that how French people greet each other anyways?” His brown eyes regard him a little pleadingly. Always so honest and eager and true.

“Fine,” Regulus presses out, absently biting on the inside of his lower lip. “Just the cheek.”

James nods, raising his hands to presumably pull Regulus’ closer.

Regulus bats them away with his books but before James can do more than raise his eyebrows impatiently he grumbles, “I’ll do it.”

James lips part around a silent oh and then he blinks a little stupidly at Regulus. Like a slow owl that’s flown into one too many windows or something. Regulus wants to squeeze him to death.

And then the urge to hit him overcomes that again when he can see James’ lips twitching with a terribly badly suppressed grin.

So Regulus punches him in the shoulder for good measure before he sets his hand down there on the juncture of James’ neck muscles. He’s warm under Regulus’ touch, despite the thin clothing, and he allows himself one last glance into those doe eyes before he lifts slightly onto his toes and sways in.

James’ scent is even stronger there, and Regulus is a little confused for a second when a wave of mint and something sweet and tangy hits his nose. James’ soap, perhaps?

Regulus doesn’t know how much time has gone by yet with them standing so close, and that’s dangerous. He focuses back on the task at hand, mapping out the appropriate patch of skin to place his lips. Merlin, this is bonkers.

There’s a faint shadow of short stubble along the hinge of James’ jaw and up into his hairline. A pair of dark freckles just past that, right under the jut of his cheekbone. That’ll do.

Regulus takes a steadying breath and leans in.

The skin there is warm too as Regulus brushes his mouth against it. Warm and alive and making his lips tingle with it. Just the tiniest press, barely making a sound and Regulus has to work hard to extract himself from James’ orbit. The smell, the warmth of him almost like a magnetic pull to Regulus’ fingers, his lips, his chest.

James is gazing at him a little drunkenly when Regulus pulls back again.

“Again,” he rasps.

Regulus cocks his head, scowling at him as he strangles the books to his chest, clutching at them like a lifeline before he makes to leave.

Unsuccessful. What?

“I’m sorry, bad joke,” James amends quickly, taking a half step to the side, “But don’t already leave ag—”

“James,” Regulus cuts him off.

“Why don’t you join me on the way to the kitc—”

“James.”

The older boy shuts up.

“Why were you able to step aside when I still can’t?”

A crease forms between James’ thick eyebrows, “Er–”

“Why can you move?” Regulus asks again, baffled. To drive his point home he nudges James, prompting him to take another step.

James looks back at him with big eyes before his features erupt into a gleeful smile. He chuckles a little disbelievingly and then steps in again.

Regulus instantly fixes him with a narrow eyed glare.

James really leans in, moving slowly to cup Regulus’ face. Slow enough for Regulus to bat him away again. He doesn’t this time.

“Because I haven’t fulfilled my part of the equation yet.”

It’s spoken so softly in the small space between them that it doesn’t even cross Regulus’ mind to do anything besides give a tiny nod and then tilt his head to the side accommodatingly.

There’s shaky breath over his lower face, minty, and then James physically angles his face how he needs him. A smidge more to the side and his thumb guiding him beautifully by the chin. Body warmth radiating off him and reaching Regulus anywhere he isn’t shielded by his books. And then it’s the press of even warmer lips on the center of his cheek. Long and sweet, not firm but not shy either. A prickle of facial hair, just a hint of it. And the spice of him again as James keeps his lips pressed against his damn cheek and Regulus stares unseeingly over his shoulder, fingers nearly cramping in their grip.

The pressure lifts gradually at some point and when James pulls back his lips ghost over Regulus’ skin up until the corner of his mouth and for an insane moment Regulus thinks James is going to turn his head and kiss him on the mouth too.

There’s a second of damp breath spilling over Regulus’ parted lips that he’s not entirely sure he imagined and then the barely there touch is gone.

Regulus swallows heavily, nearly chokes on it, a strangled sound escaping him when he tries clearing his throat.

James’ lips twitch onto a sweet little smile, like he’s just so happy about all of this and if Regulus’ legs weren’t seconds from giving out he’d kick him in the shins.

His gaze is even droopier now and he’s not really meeting Regulus’ eyes. Fixated on a spot just a little lower and when Regulus licks his lips—simply a nervous habit, no intention behind the action—he sways dangerously in again.

Regulus takes an instinctive step back, a breath of relief spilling out of him at the fact that he’s able to again. “Don’t get any ideas now, Potter,” he adds, if a little shakily.

“Mm, that’s already too late, I’m afraid.”

“Goodnight.”

“Think I just found my Christmas sweetheart, actually,” James calls after him, grin evident in his voice.

#hopefully gonna turn this into a little 3+1 things series over the next few days prompts #jegulus #jegulus microfic #starchaser #sunseeker #james potter x regulus black #regulus black x james potter #jegulus fic #christmas fic #james potter #regulus black #lune’s tiny fic #lune writes

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gingernut1314 · 5 months

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'Tis the Season

Straw Hat Crew x GN!Reader

Summary: You share your holiday celebrations with your crew aboard the Going Merry.

Warnings: fluffffffff, some (very little) mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: Soooo I've gotten into the holiday spirit and needed to write this, so I hope you all don't mind too much! @fanaticsnail thank you for contributing to my holiday cheer with your wonderful x-mas works! (go check them out if you haven't already! Very good!!) I hope everyone has an amazing holiday or can find joy in something that brings you happiness this month!!! 🩷

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Luffy: 🍖

As soon as you tell him anything about the holiday you celebrated back on your home island, he would insist on doing it right then and there

Festive and colorful decorations? He’s stopping at the nearest island to gather supplies and doctorate the Merry to your liking

Hot chocolate and food? Yes please.

Turkey, roast beef, or ham for dinner? Why not all of it?

The food is the most important part of this new holiday, he thinks

He’s getting Sanji to whip up every delicacy you can possibly think of

Fun holiday activities? The crew will be dragged along and they will have fun

He’ll want to double--no triple check that Santa is going to visit the Merry because he sounds super cool and he wants to recruit him onto the crew

I mean, come on! The guy loves cookies and milk and those are some of Luffy's favorite things!

…and he will be very skeptical of you telling him Santa is, unfortunately, not real

Luffy is dead broke so he goes to Nami to beg for berry so that he can get you a gift

Nami, of course, refuses to give him a single coin and tells him to make you something

So he would spend hours making you a gift

He would hand you a drawing of him hugging the life out of you on the Merry

And you would have to have him explain to you what is happening in his creation because all you can make out is the colors red and blue and what looks to be his signature straw hat

You love it regardless and hang it on the wall next to your hammock

Luffy will want to recreate the picture of course, and you’ll be more than happy to hug your captain back

Will leave cookies and milk out for Santa (and will eventually devour what he left out) and will try (and fail) to stay up all night to see Santa

You would find him dead asleep half an hour later and would be sure to leave a few gifts under the too-large tree he had Zoro set up on the deck for him

Luffy will get that guy next year, just you wait and see

Zoro: 🗡️🥦 ⚔️

He is uninterested

None of it is his style

Too flashy and too loud

He’s good to take a nap during the festivities

You will be able to entice him to come and eat the food Sanji was kind enough to prepare

And you’ll entice him further with some spiked holiday drinks

Luffy is all over the holiday, so it won’t take much convincing to sail back to your home island for the day

And while the rest of the crew is partaking in the festivities your home village is throwing in the snow-covered street, you’ll slip away with Zoro’s hand in your own

You will tell him how this holiday isn’t just about joy, food, and festive songs, but about life and death

You showed him back to the ruins of your childhood home, which he had been in mere moments before the villain you had been helping them fight set fire to it

The scorched front lawn was covered in clumps of candles, garland wreaths, rocks, and food, just as you knew it would be

You explained that your village had done this in celebration of the life your family had lived--to remember them and keep their souls filled with joy in whatever afterlife they might have entered

He would watch you light a candle and pull a small trinket from your pocket, placing them both on the blackened steps of your home

Zoro would light a candle and place it next to yours, sitting there with you for as long as you needed

He would even wrap you up in one of his strong arms, holding you tight

Later, you would gift him a bottle of sake

He had no clue gift-giving had anything to do with your holiday, so he would insist you share the bottle with him

He will be sure to get you a gift next year

Nami: 🍊

She would be a little on the uninterested side at first

But after watching how excited you got as you explained to the rest of the crew about the holiday you celebrated, she would warm up to it

She would even warm up enough to allow you to doctorate her tangerine trees with lights and tinsel

The lights were pretty enough, she supposed. The tinsel shiny

And she does love shiny things

Once in the holiday spirit, she would let it fully take her over

Nami would dock the Merry on the closest island and go searching for the best gift she could find you

When it came to you, she hardly thought much about how much berry she was spending

You and your joy were more important to her than a number

You had commented on needing a new pair of shoes a week ago? Bought.

Commented on wanting something so offhandedly you had forgotten the moment you stepped away? Bought and wrapped in whatever wrapping paper she could find that screamed your holiday in its bright colors

She would be very excited to watch you unwrap everything she had gotten you (which you had been very shocked at, but had been told strictly to just unwrap everything and not worry so much)

You would feel a bit embarrassed at how little you had gotten her, but she wouldn’t care because your gift was thoughtful

So thoughtful it nearly brought her to tears

After everyone else had gone to bed, she would take you back up onto the deck and hand you a cup of hot chocolate she had attempted to make (which she had done a pretty good job at creating without the help of Sanji)

The two of you would sit, snuggled up next to each other under a heavy blanket and watch the dancing, multicolored lights adorning her trees late into the night

Usopp: 🤥

Will get into it right away

He loves any excuse to celebrate, so your holiday is already perfect

Usopp is quick to make colored lights to hang up around the ship

And he’ll want to make everyone a stocking, which will be color coordinating and have some sort of special technique that didn’t need to be added in the first place

He loves all the different holiday-themed stories and songs

Throughout the day, he’ll randomly burst into horribly off-tune song and you will be expected to join in

The traditional stories you tell him get the typical Captain Usopp spin to them

But it just makes them that much better in your opinion

They become your crew's stories, making them so special

While the crew eats and drinks holiday drinks, he’ll tell the stories and have everyone, even Zoro, entranced by their colorfulness

You made the big mistake of telling him about Krampus

And now he is utterly terrified of getting kidnapped and beaten by the goat-demon

Though he won’t say he’s scared

He'll be very admit that he isn't

But a loud stomp of the foot against the deck floor from Zoro has the poor storyteller jumping out of his skin and using you as a shield

Usopp is a very good gift-giver

Not only is it handmade, but it is also functional (for once) and it will help you out loads

You give him his gift and he bursts into tears, thanking you and hugging you profusely

Everyone will go to bed, the lights hanging up everywhere only adding to the cozy, homeyness of the Going Merry

And you’ll just be nodding off when Usopp comes crawling into your hammock, begging you with tears in his eyes to keep Krampus away from him

You’ll laugh at him at first, but end up promising to keep him safe while you hold him tight

And he’ll hold you back just as, if not more, tight

Sanji: 🧑‍🍳

Of course, Sanji gets into the holiday spirit

It's a holiday you celebrate and one that makes you happy

And all he ever wants to do is make you happy

You’ll sheepishly bring him your family's old cookbook full of recipes passed down from generation to generation

And he’ll be more than happy to cook you whatever your heart desires

Nothing is too much in his eyes when it comes to you

He’ll insist you help him cook everything, seeing as you are the expert when it comes to these recipes

And you two will share bits and pieces of everything before it all disappears into the void that is your captain’s stomach

He will also be very interested in this mistletoe tradition

He makes it his mission to not only hang the green sprigs everywhere around the ship

But to get you under as many of them as he possibly can, for as long as he possibly can

You find yourself purposely wondering under the mistletoe and lingering there until Sanji notices and rushes over

Though Sanji wants to get you the best gift he can possibly buy, he’s not the best when it comes to gift-giving

Food and physical touch are his love language after all

So he bakes you a sweet treat you had once told him about, one you hadn’t had since your childhood

And it’s the best gift you could have ever wished for because he made it just like how you remembered it

He loves whatever you give him

It could be a stick you say reminds you of him and he would be over the moon, mounting it and hanging it up in the kitchen

Though you are sure to get him a very nice gift, one you had spent weeks thinking over so it was just right

He doesn’t need the mistletoe to show you just how much he appreciates the gift

Sanji makes you both hot chocolate and holds you tight as you two talk in the abandoned and cleaned kitchen

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v8mpstamp · 5 months

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Steve who thinks every Christmas decor in a 2 foot radius means mistletoe and he’s demanding a kiss from you that second.

A small green wreath with red holly berries and random christmas bows decorating it hangs over a door way? Steve is immediately stopping you so you’re both under it “mistletoe.” he says, lips pressed together his finger pointing up at it “we have to kiss.” “Stevie that’s not how it works” you say with a giggle “prettyyyyyy sure it is…” he reply’s and before you can respond his hands are cupping your face and he’s leaning in so his lips can meet yours.

Big red bow hanging on a wall? “babe look” Steve says pointing at it “you know what that means” and he’s already pulling you in gently to give you your “mistletoe” kiss.

Merry Christmas guys :)

#smut #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington x you #stranger things #joe kerry #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington blurb

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majestyjun · 1 year

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# soobin + church sex !! xmas special

tw. f!reader, church girl!reader, religion (im not religious anymore… so this might be inaccurate), pet names, corruption kink, unprotected sex (please dont irl), first-time. minors dni + nsfw

a/n. for all the soobin corruption kink lovers a special merry xmas <3

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“to the holy father we thank for our many blessings and gifts on this special day.” soft bells ring throughout the church pews, worshippers closing their eyes as they unanimously “amen” to end the pastor’s sermon. decked out for christmas, the church halls were filled with bright green wreaths dotted with holly berries before the stained glass windows depicting christ and the virgin mary, shepherds and sheep. snow slowly falls from the cloudy sky outside, softly landing on the windowsills. countless candles lined the pews, emitting a soft yellow glow, wax dripping down the candlesticks.

hands clasped together, you whispered a quiet, “amen,” before dropping your tithe into the basket offered by a sister with a smile. “thank you, dear, and bless you.” if the church nuns had a favorite, you were certainly close. always dressed in your most modest, blouses and dresses buttoned all the way up with long skirts. never hesitating to volunteer before services, and attending every sunday. “thank you, sister. merry christmas to you.” you nodded politely, a genuine sweet smile adorning your features. the masses in the pews began to stir as they collected their belongings, turning for the door as they headed for fellowship and coffee. weaving through the crowd, you approached the front of the hall. “pastor, may I stay behind to clean? it would be a shame if the hall was left untidy after todays service for the coming days.” “of course, my dear. if only the other young gentlemen and ladies had the same dedication to church as you did. especially that choi soobin.” the pastor sighed, collecting his coat for the cold. your eyes blinked innocently, considering the boy in name.

choi soobin. the name of the one member of your devout church congregation who rarely showed up to service (primarily at the end if he did… for free refreshments at fellowship) and wore untidy clothes to all events. his friends were non believers, and to many of the church elders, it was unacceptable that he mingle with so many with poor habits. while the name struck a sigh of disappointment amongst the congregation, he struck a chord of curiosity within you. his soft, brown eyes and heart-shaped lips were the envy of many of the church boys, and the desire of many church girls. perhaps you included. he’d shown up today, dragged in by his grandmother who had compromised by sitting in the back of the hall.

“remember, if you need anything, my office is always open during hours.” the pastor’s voice broke your train of thoughts, and you quickly nodded before whirling around, pressing your cold hands to your bright red cheeks, flushed with warmth. it was a sin to think about boys in the church hall—especially those who were unfaithful to the lord. you blinked and glanced around, realizing the church hall was devoid of people. as you walked towards the storage closet, an arm wrapped around your waist and spun you around in a gentle pull. your eyes met a broad chest dressed in an oversized black sweater, matching the pair of fitted dark wash distressed jeans. your gaze slowly tilted upwards, to be met with the round, chocolate brown eyes of choi soobin.

“s-soobin!” you squeaked, equally startled by his appearance and distracted by the arm around your waist. “hey, sweetheart,” soobin smiled, his free hand toying with the small rosary dangling from your neck. “h-huh? sweet…sweetheart?” you mumbled, flustered by his proximity. you’d last spoken to soobin at sunday school several years ago, and had kept your distance after hearing the church elders discuss their concerns over his poor attendance and behavior raucously at fellowship. a small laugh escaped his heart-shaped lips, gazing down at your smaller figure with amusement. “always the good girl, not even going to fellowship until the church has been cleaned?” warmth flooded your cheeks, both embarrassed and defensive at his words. “what do you mean?” you asked hesitantly, still unsure of whether to escape his grasp or to sinfully remain in it.

“don’t you ever have any fun, sweetheart?” soobin hinted, “church life is boring, after all.” your eyes widened at his insinuation, heart racing at the thought of breaking your modest lifestyle. “of… of course not!” you stammered, “i could never betray the trust of the lord.” “that’a a shame.” with a sigh of disappointment, the hand around your waist dropped as he turned around. a “w-wait!” you cried without thinking, reaching for his absent hand. “oh?” leaning his head over his shoulder, soobin glanced behind to see your small, blushing figure tentatively holding to his hand, “what’s this? a devout church girl holding the hand of someone like me?” he teased, amused at your evident display of emotion.

your eyes darted nervously around, unsure of your actions. your mind insisted you let go, and send him on his way for his bold actions. your heart begged you to listen to him, to have the time with the handsome man you’d always been curious about. to challenge his mindset about you.

“w-what did y-you have in mind?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. a grin spread across soobin’s face, before he swiftly pulled you into his chest, leaning over to whisper in your ear. “don’t you ever wonder what it’s like to sin? to feel the lust and greed that the bible condemns?” you blinked in shock at his words; the temptation to know beckoning at your heart to follow soobin murmurs over the pastor’s constant preaching of abstinence. “can you imagine it? the sensation of physical touch… just like this.” finger tips danced down your back, gently smoothing over your curves through your skirt before warm palms cupped your waist and ass. humiliation burned through skin as shivers raced up your spine, breathy gasps escaping your throat at the unfamiliar touch. “it feels good, doesn’t it, doll?” he whispers, licking your earlobe in a long stripe. you gasped at the warm, wet sensation, an unfamiliar burn in your lower abdomen sparking alight. “sit on my lap,” soobin quietly instructs, taking a seat at a church pew and pulling you with him. a squeak leaves your throat as you straddle him, unfamiliar with your proximity to him.

“undo your dress buttons for me, sweetheart?” he asks, glancing down and taking your hesitant hands in his own and guiding them to the high neckline of your blouse. shakily, the buttons of your blouse come undone, exposing your cleavage to the frigid air conditioned room. “so pretty, all untouched for me.” soobin murmurs, before biting down on your skin. “a-ah!” you cry out, the sharp pain quickly soothed by a gentle lap of his tongue. breathy pants echo throughout the church hall, your head tipping backwards to expose more of yourself to soobin. murals of god and christ covered the ceiling, condemning and shaming you for your lack of modesty. humiliation trickled down your senses, although the thought of violating the lord’s words in his sanctuary sent heat rushing down over your body. “ah! wait—n-not there!” you whine, his ministrations trailing down your throat to the soft skin of your breast uncovered by your bra. “look at yourself, doll. all marked up by me.” your face burns with embarrassment and shame at his words, a moan escaping your lips as you glance down at the purple-red splotches dotting your chest. pressure builds in your core, an unfamiliar feeling of need taking over all other senses. “s-soobin, need more! feels… feels hot everywhere!” you whimper, desperate to quench the burning sensation crawling over your skin.

“i’ve got you, doll. just trust me?” soft lips meet your own in a gentle kiss. your eyes flutter shut, leaving behind all resistance as you melt in in soobin’s warm touch. the hard wood of the church pew meets your clothed back as he guides you into lying down. climbing over your vulnerable figure, soobin claims your lips in a string of kisses, only broken by shared breathy pants of arousal. tickling trails of fingertips gently pop open the buttons of your skirt, cold air rushing to meet the smooth skin of your thighs, doing little to quench the searing heat of your core. “soobin, it still burns!” fear laces your desperate plea as his hand comes to palm your clothed cunt. “shhh, don’t be scared. you’re doing so well, sweetheart.” you whimper at his praise, watching in nervous anticipation as he pulls away and settles between your thighs. “so cute and plush,” soobin remarks, licking your inner thigh in a single stroke, “don’t be nervous.”

pulling down your panties to your ankles, soobin licks his lips in anticipation. your soft, untouched pussy glistening with innocent, unknowing slick. two fingers gently prod at your entrance, the sudden contact causing you to clench your legs shut. “can’t do that, sweetheart,” soobin coos, coaxing your legs apart once more before taking your hand in his, “i’ve got you. just breathe.” his fingers slide past your entrance into your tight walls, clamping down on the foreign feeling. whimpers mixed with the soft sound of your juices squelching in and out with his fingers echo throughout the church hall. the sight of such a salacious act in front of you brings tears of shame to your eyes, to be feeling arousal before the lord. desperate cries break free from your throat as you squirm, despite your attempts to stay still. prodding your sensitive spot, fire races through your stomach as pressure builds, eliciting lewd, high pitched moans from your chest. “does it feel good, doll?” before you can respond, his lips latch on to your sensitive clit, sucking at the bud. broken cries fill the empty air of the hall, “s-soobin! c-can’t take anymore!” you sob, the knot in your stomach releasing as you cum over his lips and fingers, a wail leaving your throat as you tremble with aftershocks. soobin’s fingers swirl over your juices, making eye contact with your dizzy, unfocused eyes as he licks your slick off each finger slowly, relishing your taste.

climbing over you again, his sticky fingers press to your lips. “taste yourself, sweetheart. you’ve been so good for me.” you sloppily lick his fingers, dazed from your first orgasm. “are you ready for the real thing, doll?” he whispers, pressing soft kisses to your neck. “mmmhmm” you mumble, having lost most of your thoughts to the overwhelming experience. “i need words, darling,” lacing his fingers with yours once again, soobin presses a soft kiss to the back of your hand, “you’ve already done so well, sweetheart.”

“yes, soobin.” you whimper, “i want you.” you find yourself reaching for the zip on his jeans, feeling the hard member concealed within. “good girl, so greedy for me.” he praises, wrapping his hand around your trembling fingers and pulling the zip of his jeans down along with his boxers. your eyes widen at his heavy, long cock, stiff and red with impatience. “a-are you sure it will fit?” you squeak, intimidated by his size. “i know you can do it, doll,” soobin coos, aligning himself with your entrance, “i’ll go slowly.” pressing his lips against yours, tongues entwining as he pushes in, stretching your walls slowly. “doll, relax,” soobin groans against your lips, your cries at the stretch lost in kisses.

tears slip down your cheeks, uncomfortable yet aroused by his overwhelming size. centimeter by centimeter, soobin sheathes himself inside your clenching warmth. “look, sweetheart,” soobin coaxes, encouraging your eyes to open, “can you see how well you‘ve taken me?” a lewd whimper elicits from your throat as you see his large hand over yours on your stomach, gently pressing down to feel his cock deep inside you. “i’m going to move now, sweetheart.” you nod, unable to form sentences at the unfamiliar, full feeling. slowly thrusting in and out, incoherent moans echoing throughout the church hall as the sound of skin on skin fills your ears. “soobin! a-ah! f-feels good!” you squeak, whines flowing freely from your lips as you give in to pleasure, the knot reforming in your core. “s-so tight!” he gasps, grabbing at your waist to angle deeper in your small pussy, “so good and pretty for me!” control gives way to sloppy, uneven thrusts as he reaches down to rub your abused clit, encouraging you to your high. “s-soobin! can’t take anymore! ha-have to—“ you sob desperately, the obscene sounds deafening to your senseless body. “c’mon doll, c-cum for me?” soobin gasps, as pleasure and heat burn beneath your skin. your orgasm crashes on your overwhelmed core, walls clamping down on soobin’s cock. “f-fuck! t-take it all, doll!” soobin moans, flooding your cunt with thick, white cum. your arms pull soobin tighter to you, whining at the overly-full feeling in your abdomen.

“so good, doll, you did so well,” soobin mumbles into your neck, before pulling out his softening length. “f-feel full.” you whimper, as soobin zips his jeans back up. “don’t worry about it, sweetheart. have to clean you up, okay?” pressing his sweaty forehead to yours, his fingers deftly button your rumpled clothing and slide your panties back up your legs, containing the your mixed cum. “you did so well,” soobin repeats, before scooping up your limp figure up from the church pew and carrying you towards the bathroom. “soobin?” you whisper, “i r-really, really liked it.” “i’m glad you did, doll. merry christmas, sweetheart.” he whispers back, the thought of what else he could do the corrupt this innocent, untouched church girl sending blood to his core.

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merry christmas ~ love, mille

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Four the Love of a Nutcracker

Summary: One Christmas in Hyrule, a girl buys herself a nutcracker with four colors. Before she knows it, mysterious things begin to happen around her. What is the secret of her new “friend”? And who is the one-eyed man who seems to know him? A Linked Universe x Nutcracker crossover. Four x Reader pairing.

Genre: Fluff, Light Hurt/Comfort, Romance

Rating: G

AO3 Link, if you prefer: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52453850

A/N: Hello! Welcome to the first fic I've written in a very, very long time! It will be multi-chapter; it will not be finished by Christmas. I don't have a lot of time available for writing right now, so I'm aiming for spring on this. Rest assured: it will be finished eventually. Next, I recommend you read The Nutcracker and the Mouse King by E.T.A. Hoffman (available in the public domain). While my story will not closely follow its plot, it will be fun if you can spot the references. ;) Lastly, have a Happy and Merry Christmas!

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It was just the sort of evening you had hoped for. A small blaze crackled away in the fireplace, casting a cheerful glow across the floor. Shadows danced in the corners the light couldn't reach, darting and swaying with each pop of a log. A red armchair had been placed in front of the fire. Though it was bit threadbare in places, it was far less noticeable now than it had been in broad daylight. In the flickering firelight, it looked positively plush, inviting you into its soft embrace.

Placing a book and a mug of tea on the small table beside it, you surveyed your handiwork a final time before sitting. You had spent the better part of the day decorating your cottage for Christmas, and you were ready to rest. It had been several months now since you had come here. This land was quite foreign, but you had grown to love it. The people in town were friendly, and the scenery was pretty. You wondered what it would have been like to grow up in this place.

As you had worked and saved, you dreamed of how you might decorate a home of your own. Flowers in the spring and summer. Pumpkins and harvest wreaths in the fall. Fragrant greenery in winter. Candles everywhere (you were fond of candles and lanterns). As you pondered each season, you found yourself wondering about holidays. What was celebrated here? Were festivals a common occurrence, or were they on rare occasions? You had been quite curious about the local traditions. It was gratifying to find that this land also celebrated Christmas and in a very similar way to your own.

Naturally, your excitement was unmatched when you were able to afford a home. A small cottage on the edge of town: nothing large or fancy. However, it was now your home. It was a place of your own—no more staying at the local inn and being awakened by the sound of boots tromping through the hallways.

Your home – it had such a lovely sound to it. You had been settled for several weeks now, but the thought still brought a smile to your face. You had a home, it was in time for Christmas, and you had a quiet evening ahead of you. Yes, this was a peace you had craved for some time.

You settled yourself in your armchair, tugging a blanket over your legs (a wool blanket, of course—you had no desire to go up in flames. You were appreciative that Anju had gifted it to you). Curling yourself up comfortably, you glanced at the mantelpiece. Fresh greenery lined the edge, punctuated by sprigs of red berries. In the center, a wooden clock ticked quietly, flanked on either side by a pair of candles. It was simple but festive.

Your prized decoration, though, was the figure you had just purchased today: a colorful nutcracker. He looked quite charming standing on your corner bookcase, like he belonged there all along. Your thoughts drifted back to this morning. It had been an unusual day...

…...

The wind came suddenly. The first white flakes of winter had just begun to lazily make their way downward. The breeze, barely a whisper until now, rushed forth with renewed energy like a host eagerly welcoming his guests. For their part, the flakes saw fit to curtsy and bow, swirling around in a gavotte before whisking away to new ballrooms. They did not stand on ceremony.

As these harbingers of change greeted each other, the poor souls left on the street scrambled to find shelter. While wind and snow were all very well, they did not create favorable conditions for shopping.

It was far preferable to be indoors watching them rather than outdoors experiencing their bite.

The shop bell jingled merrily as you practically blew inside, and the wooden door banged shut behind you. You blew on your gloved hands, trying to shake off the cold the same way you had shaken off the snow. Glancing up, you noticed two or or three other customers who had clearly just arrived. They must have had the same idea you did: this would be a good place to wait until things quieted outside. Really, you had been planning to stop anyway, so it was rather fortuitous.

The shop was not large, but it had been packed to the brim with goods. Typical everyday items like plates, brooms, and pails were in one section. Another was filled with food items, like mushrooms and fresh eggs. Yet another held sundries like thread, sewing needles, and sturdy fabrics. You took your time browsing. There were all sorts of things from utilitarian to decorative, and you had plenty of time to work with.

“Oh!” You exclaimed as your eyes lighted on a tall cabinet in the corner. It had been stocked with new merchandise for Christmas: tins full of spiced sweets and sugared plums beckoned you forward, enticing you with the promise of rich flavors. Miniature evergreens made of dyed feathers created a small forest which any bird would be pleased to call home. Twisted glass that looked all the world like candy hung from special hooks, catching the light in their ridges.

To the right of the cabinet sat a small table stacked with bringers of light. Tin lanterns of various heights stood next to each other like a group of revelers. Each had a different pattern punched in it: moons, flowers, simple diamond shapes. Through them all, light twinkled like private constellations. Alongside these, clusters of candles lay neatly bundled, ready to be distributed and burned. The sweet scent of berries emanated faintly from them, carrying with it misty memories and nostalgic dreams.

You could have spent hours gazing at such beautiful things. There truly was a marvelous array of goods. As your gaze leisurely traveled over the shelves once more, a small cluster of wooden figures caught your attention. Upon closer inspection, you noticed that each one was painted differently. Some appeared to be soldiers, brass buttons gleaming down the front of their uniforms. Others showed their trade, such as a baker with his bread or a carpenter holding a saw. Still others were dressed for an activity, holding fishing rods, climbing gear, or even instruments. These were nutcrackers.

As you pored over them, a particular one caught your attention. It was nestled away in the corner, almost completely hidden. Gently moving aside the figurines, you picked it up. It was shorter and smaller than the others. You might not have noticed it at all but for the colorful tunic he was wearing. It was divided equally into four colors: blue, green, red, and violet, each with gold paint mimicking embroidery. Your gaze traveled upward, and you noted that the tunic culminated in a green hood with a tassel on the end. A sword sporting a single jewel in its hilt was strapped onto the back. Above this, carved strands of blond hair hung almost to the shoulders, a headband holding it back. The level of detail was astonishing. Whoever made him had clearly put their heart into it.

The only thing that you found a bit odd was the expression: it looked almost frightened, like a startled deer. Still, no matter. You very much liked him.

As you traced your finger over the figure's tunic, you heard footsteps behind you. In your peripheral vision, a tall figure leaned close. “That one is...quite unique, isn't he?” A bit surprised, you turned fully to look at the stranger. A well-built man, quite tall, and with middling-length blond hair smiled down at you. You immediately noticed the strange markings on his face and the scar over his right eye. You would have remembered such a face.

“Indeed,” you replied. “I've never seen one like him. I...enjoy all his colors.”

The man's eyes sparkled. “Oho! You do, do you?”

He offered no further commentary or explanation. You were unsure how to respond, so you abruptly decided to change the topic.

''...are you new here in town?” You ventured. “I'm certain I haven't seen you .”

“Not exactly. My companions and I have visited before, though we rarely stay more than a few weeks.”

“I see. I'm somewhat new here myself, but not enough that I can't make recommendations. I suggest you visit the bakery before leaving. I'm told they have a new holiday bread that shouldn't be missed. Even if you're familiar with everything, new things add spice to life.” Truth be told, you hadn't tried that bread yourself. Finances were a bit tight after buying your house. But everything from that bakery was delicious, so you had no doubt that you were doing the man a favor. “Oh, and please let me know if I can otherwise be of help.”

“I'll keep that in mind.”

As you moved to put the colorful nutcracker back on the shelf, the man quickly interjected. “Oh, no, I think you should buy him now.”

“What?”

“You should buy him. Take him home, set him up somewhere. It would be...a good experience for him.”

“A...good experience?” You were confused.

“Indeed. Just now, you offered to help me. You could be of great help to me by getting this fellow here.”

...why was he so interested? His insistence was certainly strange. You started to wonder if you had been too friendly when speaking with him. Though town was generally safe, you still had a sense of self-preservation. You hoped you hadn't gotten involved with someone sketchy. But, the sensible part of you reasoned, would a dangerous person really be pushing for someone to buy a general-store nutcracker, of all things? It didn't make sense. He didn't do anything wrong or threatening; he was just pushy. It was more likely he was eccentric. Perhaps he was some sort of artisan that couldn't bear to see good work go unpurchased.

“You seem quite concerned with this,” you replied slowly. “Is it something you've worked with before?” That was vague enough. You should be able to determine something based on his reply.

The man's face remained neutral, though it almost seemed he was holding back laughter. “Indeed, it is something I have worked with before. Though I wouldn't call him my work.”

“What is your work, if I may ask?”

“In the past, I...” he chuckled. “Let's just say it involved time.”

Apparently, the man spoke in riddles. You wondered if the companions he mentioned dealt with this on a regular basis.

“Time...” The answer struck you. “Oh, like repairing clocks!” That would make sense. He would be able to discern quality woodworking, which would explain the pushiness.

His eyes twinkled. “Something like that.”

The man straightened. Something in his demeanor told you the conversation was ending. “If you need my assistance for anything, my friends and I are staying at the inn. Call me 'Time'. We may see each other in town again. ”

“And I really do advise you to buy him. You said yourself that new things can spice up your life. I guarantee that he will keep things interesting. But if you leave him now, he'll be gone in the blink of an eye.” With a friendly nod, he began to walk away.

You looked down again at the nutcracker. Just now, you had the distinct impression that he was glaring. You blinked. No, that couldn't be; the expression had not changed. It must simply be your own imagination, a passing fancy.

What a strange one the man with the scar had been. He had talked about this figure almost as if it was a real person. Perhaps that was the eccentricity of an artist.

You gazed thoughtfully at the decoration in your hands. Well, why not purchase him? You had budgeted for a few decorations, and he did catch your eye, after all. Carrying him firmly in your arms, you made your way to the front counter. Judging by the color of the sky, you'd be in here longer than you originally suspected. You might as well have a “friend” to spend it with.

….......

Returning to the present, you directed a glance at your “friend”.

“You're my first real guest, you know,” you said humorously. You had had visitors, of course, but each time had been brief. As of yet, no one had spent a whole evening in your company. Surely it wouldn't hurt to play a little and pretend he was a real visitor. “I'm sorry I can't offer you any food—you are a only decorative, after all. I would be a terrible host if I accidentally broke my guest's teeth on a nut.”

He looked a bit miffed at being called “decorative”, but he seemed relieved at your final sentence. (Of course, there was no way his expression could really have changed. This pretending business was rather fun, once you got down to it.)

“But,” you continued. “I can offer you a bit of entertainment.”

Picking up the book you had set out, you quickly flipped to the page at which you had stopped. This was one of your favorite stories. After briefly explaining the plot (you had to admit you felt a bit silly explaining it to an inanimate object), you began to read aloud.

The clock on the mantle ticked steadily and the fire crackled as your voice droned on. The occasional lilt and jump gave expression to the characters. It was a magical thing. Reading aloud made you feel so alive. You whiled away the evening in this pleasant manner, peeking up at your “guest” every once in a while. You must say, he did seem interested. You smiled slightly to yourself. What an imagination.

Directing a glance at the clock, you noted it was a bit earlier than you usually retired. Still, you had worn yourself out. It had been a long day, and all you wanted now was sleep. You carefully placed your book on the table beside you and carried your now-empty mug to the sink. Returning to your previous spot, you made quick work of banking the fire, making sure the coals would smolder through the night. While you could let it burn out, this had become a routine. Your mind had learned that as the fire slept, so could you.

You straightened up and stretched, taking one last look at your “guest”. As the firelight had dimmed, he had become more of a shadowy outline than anything else. Still, he cut a handsome figure. You smiled faintly. “We'll continue the story tomorrow. Thank you for your company. I'll see you in the morning.”

As you slowly trudged upstairs to your room, you blew out the few remaining candles. You didn't notice the faint light in the room behind you, gently emanating from the nutcracker.

(Chapter 1 of ??)

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kaycrowley · 6 months

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Winter Cabin (Chapter 1)

You and Loki decide to spend some time away from the city to a quiet, cozy cabin in the middle of nowhere.

(Fluff Galore!)

Tags: @lokisgoodgirl @foxherder @prince-ben-solo @anukulee @lokischambermaid @wheredafandomat @holdmytesseract @glitchquake @lokisstarlight

It felt so nice to get away from the hustle and bustle of New York City, especially with your boyfriend, Loki. You were feeling a bit overwhelmed by the crowded stores, the calls and visits from Family, and attending a big Christmas party Tony had thrown. Loki had suggested that you spent a couple of weeks in a cabin together, where you could be alone and away from it all. Loki pulled up to a beautiful log cabin with a gravel circle driveway. You looked up in awe at the sturdy wooden structure, it had a porch with two rocking chairs, an emerald green door decorated with a wreath made of real pine needles and decorated with pinecones, holly berries, and a big red bow.

"Loki, it's beautiful!" You exclaim, sounding like a child on Christmas morning.

Loki chuckled at your reaction. "Wait until you see the inside, darling." He parked the Jaguar and you two exit the vehicle to grab your luggage and the large cooler full of food and drinks that you both packed. Loki handled both of your suitcases, while you dragged the rolling cooler to the front door. He reached into the pocket of his dark blue jeans and pulled out a little gold key with a big, rubber green tag with the number 61 on it. He unlocked the front door and allowed you to go in first. You couldn't believe your eyes when you saw the inside; a fully furnished cabin with a flat-screen TV, a fireplace, a fully functional kitchen, and even a fresh cut Christmas tree in the corner, fully decorated with ornaments, lights, tinsel, and a star on top.

"Oh my God, Loki..."

"Wait until you see the bedroom." Loki smiled, shutting the door behind him. "It's got a King-sized bed, a flat-screen as well, and it even has an en-suite bathroom."

"No way!" You looked back at Loki, who smirked and beckoned you to the back where the bedroom is. Sure enough, as soon as he turned on the light, you were immediately greeted by a large bed, made from logs and topped with plaid blankets and fluffy pillows, as well as a few decorative pillows, two of which were completely plaid, and the center was cream-colored with a plaid silhouette of a bear. You immediately climbed into the bed to test it out, and you let out an "Oh my God..." as you realized that it was memory foam. Loki chuckled at your reaction. "Only the best for my favorite Mortal."

You sit up on the bed and looked at him. "Loki, this is too nice..."

"Nah, it's just right for these two weeks." Loki then beckoned you to the en-suite bathroom, to which you obliged, getting off the bed and looking in. There was a beautiful in ground bathtub with massage jets and a removable shower head, and the tub itself was big enough for two people to bathe in. "Ooh Loki, you thought of everything~" you purred. Loki smiled and replied. "It's one of their Honeymoon cabins, made specially for couples." You looked up at him and smirked. It all made sense, especially how private the cabin was, nothing but pine trees and nature surrounded the place...

You and Loki unloaded the cooler and placed everything in the refrigerator before hanging your clothes in the closet of the bedroom. This was going to be a good couple of weeks, just the two of you in this beautiful solitude.

#loki fluff #loki fanfic #marvel loki #loki #loki laufeyson #loki laufesyon x reader #loki x reader #multichapter

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esoteric-chaos · 9 months

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Winter Solstice Masterpost - Spoonie Witch Friendly

The Winter Solstice typically lands around December 21st in the Northern Hemisphere (June 21st for the Southern Hemisphere).

Celebrates the arrival of the longest night, and the light returning after that.

The Winter Solstice is celebrated throughout history in many cultures. Traditional customs such as the burning of the symbolic log, the decorated tree, and wassailing.

Correspondences

Colours

Dark Green

Orange

Red

Gold and silver

White

Black

Blue

Herbal

Bay

Blessed Thistle

Frankincense

Chamomile

Peppermint

Rosemary

Lemongrass

Myrrh

Ginger

Cinnamon

Cardamom

Cloves

Nutmeg

Saffron

Pine

Cedar

Holly

Mistletoe

Cypress

Edibles

Citrus Fruits (oranges, lemons, limes, grapefruit, etc)

Root Vegetables

Baked goods

Roasted meat

Nuts

Dried Fruit

Stews

Soups

Pomegranates

Gingerbread

Cinnamon or berry breads, cookies, cakes, etc

Solstice log (edible version)

Cranberries

Apples

Eggnog

Hot chocolate

Mulled wine

Wassail

Mead

Spiced apple cider

Tea

Coffee

Animals

Deer

Bear

Goat

Reindeer

Robins

Pig

Cow

Goose

Owl

Fox

Squirrel

Any animal that hibernates

Crystals

Ruby

Orange calcite

Garnet

Amethyst

Clear quartz

Gold

Emerald

Diamond

Bloodstone

Green Calcite

Spiritual meanings & intentions

Rest

Goal setting

Gratitude

Peace

Beginning

Renewal

Kindness

Ritual

shadow work

Rumination and reflection

Self-care

Personal development

Divination work

Rejuvenation

Healing

Embracing the darkness

Solitude

Slumber

Celebrating with family and loved ones

Need some suggestions to celebrate? I got you covered.

High energy celebrations

Feasting with the folk

Homestead decoration

Creation of a symbolic log (to eat or burn)

Making a wreath

Volunteer/charity work

Creation of a solstice altar

Decorating a solstice tree

Renewal ritual

Low energy celebrations

Snow water

Making herbal fire starters

Lighting a candle for ancestors

Singing/humming

Mug cakes or easy bake cookies

No spoon celebrations

Thanking/writing gratitude

Company of loved ones

Eating premade desserts

Listening to music

How you celebrate the holiday does not matter. You can choose to do any activity that feels right. These are only suggestions and remember that you’re enough no matter what.

#Winter Solstice #winter solstice celebration #Winter Solstice correspondences #Winter Solstice magic #chronic illness #witchcraft #witch #spoonie witch #Wheel of the Year #sabbats #spoonie magic #pagan holidays

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the-travelling-witch · 7 months

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𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐦: 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐎𝐧𝐞

pairing: childe x gn! reader

prompt: collecting chestnuts + seasonal decorations

genshin impact masterlist || hollysm event

“Here, let me take that for you,” Childe beamed as he motioned for one of the bags you were carrying. “Can’t have my pretty baby strain themselves with this.”

The leaves were crunching underneath your soles as you headed down the earthy forest path, several bags filled with sweet chestnuts swinging between you. You breathed in the autumn air, unlike in the city, clear and crisp, as you chuckled at your enthusiastic boyfriend. He was the reason the two of you were this loaded anyway. There was no doubt in your mind he’d have collected at least twice as many chestnuts if you had brought more bags.

“It’s fine, Ajax. I’ve carried these just fine this entire time,” you said, glancing at the biggest bags already dangling in his grasp. The trees started to thin in their numbers, indicating you’d reach the edge of the forest soon. “I can handle it.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind carrying them,” he cocked his head to the side. When you nodded, he visibly deflated, his lips turning downwards into a pout. “Fine…”

Seriously, he could be adorably stupid at times.

“Well, now that you mention it…” You trailed off in faux contemplation, rolling your shoulders a little to sell the act. Immediately, Childe perked up, his entire being straightening up in attention. It was the same reaction he had when you had started collecting and you wondered where he took the energy from. “My arm has been getting kinda tired–”

“I got you!” Before you could so much as blink, he had swooped one of the bags from your grip and added it to his as if it weighed nothing. The pout had been replaced by an excited grin. “Do you want me to take that one too? It’s no problem!”

“No no, I have to pull some weight around here too,” you laughed at his change of demeanour and decided to encourage him a little more. “That you can just carry them like it’s nothing… My boyfriend’s just so strong, isn’t he?”

“Of course I am!” You might as well have hung the stars in the sky with how he was looking at you.

“Come on, let’s get these home,” you chuckled, thoroughly amused by his antics. “I still want to decorate the house today.”

After unloading the chestnuts from the car and sorting through them to filter out the bad ones, you set them aside to prepare later. Then, you fished the boxes full of autumn decoration out of storage, where they had sat since last year.

“Honey, come help me with these,” you huffed as you tried not to face-plant by peering around the decorations sticking out. Naturally with Childe’s help, you were surrounded by crates in no time. “Okay, just put up whatever you think looks good.”

With that you got to work, arranging small porcelain pumpkins together with dried maple leaves and horse chestnuts. Small ghosts started to take their place on shelves and an orange table runner replaced the previous one. When the sun started to set and you had just finished straightening out the autumnal wreath at the front door, Childe called you over.

“Where do you want this thing to go?” Holding up a long, green garland with red berries, he twisted around to check for anywhere to hang it. You snorted as you stepped around the boxes on the floor and gently took the decoration from him.

“I think it’s a bit too early to be putting up holly leaves, it’s not even close to winter yet.” Setting it back down in a crate you took a moment to look around. Luckily, there weren’t any other contrasting decor elements around, and you nodded to yourself. It could use a little bit of a finishing touch but it was far from bad. “Nice job, though. It looks great.”

“Really?” Childe beamed. Then, faster than you could react, he wrapped his arms around your middle, picked you up and spun you around before falling backwards onto the couch with you on top of him. “Great, means I finally get to have you all to myself.”

“Ah but I still wanted to boil and peel the chestnuts–”

“Nope, you’re mine now,” your boyfriend grinned mischievously as he rolled the two of you over and firmly planted his head on your chest, his arms still securely caging you in. The natural warmth radiating from him enveloped you like a blanket and his weight comfortably pressed down on you.

Knowing you would not get away from him any time soon, you resigned yourself to your fate, sighing affectionately as you flicked the TV on before settling your hand in his hair and playing with the ginger strands.

“Well, I don’t really mind the sound of that.”

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thelandboundseawitch · 7 months

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🦌Yule & Christmas🦌

Yule is a sabbat which celebrates the winter solstice. It's a celebration of home and loved ones. It is a time to reflect and look forward to the days getting longer once again. Decorating trees and feasting with friends and family are common Yuletide traditions. Yule is celebrated by many on December 21st, though it varies by individuals.

Activities

Decorate a tree, pinecone, or houseplant

Drink hot chocolate

Bake desserts

Burn a Yule log or sit by the fireplace

Host a feast for family and friends

Feed animals

Donate(toys, clothing, etc.) to those in need

Do snow activities(making snowmen, snow angels, etc.)

Altar Decorations

Pinecones

Poinsettias

Candles

Fake Snow

Garland

Ornaments

Yule Log

Ribbon

Bells

Wreaths

Holly Berries

Animals

Deer

Dove

Buffalo

Wolf

Squirrels

Bears

Colors

Red

Green

White

Gold

Silver

Crystals

Bloodstone

Cat's Eye

Citrine

Ruby

Garnet

Emeralds

Deities

Apollo

Jesus

Demeter

Artemis

Diana

Virgin Mary

Flowers

Chamomile

Poinsettias

Food

Roasted Meat

Bread

Squash

Eggnog

Soup

Fruit Cake

Nuts

Beer

Spiced Cider and Wassail

Gingerbread

Hot Chocolate

Incense and Oils

Frankincense

Myrrh

Bayberry

Cedar

Pine

Cinnamon

Juniper

Orange

Clove

Plants & Herbs

Frankincense

Rosemary

Sage

Bay

Evergreen

Myrrh

Mistletoe

Pine

Oak

Ginger

Star Anise

Spells and Rituals

Yule is an excellent time to cast spells to promote happiness, prosperity, and healing. These are a way to rein in the winter solstice and celebrate the beginning of longer days.

Final Notes

Write sigils on the inside of wrapping paper

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temis-de-leon · 6 days

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Day 24 - Mistletoe kiss

Characters: Diavolo x gn!MC

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CW: based on my Christmas experience with my christian family, Diavolo is kind of drunk, cultural misunderstanding, pre-established relationship

Celebrating Christmas brought a stabbing sense of betrayal to their heart. It felt wrong, spending this specific holiday surrounded by the most powerful demons in Hell, and although Simeon and Luke saw no problem with it, MC still found trouble sleeping at night from the guilt and uncertainty.

Their human family had ceramic miniatures for the nativity scene and they dutifully recreated it with care and caution every year, shooting star and everything. Once, when they were a child and their family spent more time than usual to prepare it, they gave the farmers baskets with eggs, as well as hay stacks for the horses and fishes for the fisherman; moss and rocks, trees made of branches from the garden and wrapping paper simulating a starry night.

It was a tradition where they used their creativity for bonding and MC cherished the memories very much.

Now, however, Lucifer wanted them to help him hide presents for his brothers, one of them being Satan and another one being the Lord of Flies.

The whole situation made them feel a little nauseous, so they tried to ignore it to an extent.

Fortunately, the demons seemed to prefer celebrating Santa Claus over the Three Wise Men, and MC was deeply thankful for that, even when they were so unfamiliar with the fat bearded man dressed in red.

In the end, spending time with loved ones was the core of Christmas, right? MC was happy with that conclusion. Plus, wearing costumes and pretty clothes was fun and Diavolo's parties always ended up being a great time.

And there they were, at the late hours of Christmas Eve, half of them already passed out and the others drinking their way to sleep. Lucifer and Mammon resting against each other, mumbling nonsense that only they could understand; Belphie completely unconscious over Beel's lap, who was perfectly content being the garbage disposal at the table; and Levi and Satan playing some crime solving game on one of the sofas. Asmo was the only one who left for a party downtown and Luke was sent to bed hours ago. Barbatos and Simeon were stopping Solomon from doing something in the kitchen.

And Diavolo? Diavolo was staring right at MC.

He'd been discreet for who knows how long, but the Demonus made him careless and obvious and MC managed to catch him more than a couple of times over the last half hour.

“Is everything okay?” they finally asked in a hushed voice, not wanting the others to pay them any attention.

Being completely alone with the prince wasn't the easiest of tasks and their growing feelings for each other begged them to put more effort in it.

Clearly tipsy, the redhead slowly blinked and looked at them in surprise, not expecting the question. He cleared his throat and passed a hand through his hair before laboriously getting up and offering a hand.

“I have something to show you” he said with slurred speech, eyes halfway closed and cheeks tainted in deep red.

MC tried to ignore the knot in their stomach with no avail, accepting the gesture and walking beside him to a nearby corridor,. They observed as he closed the door and trapped them both in dense silence.

There were multicolored tinsel in the walls and an overly decorated wreath in the wooden door, but, for some reason, Diavolo was timidly looking at the ceiling.

They followed his gaze, staring at the berries wrapped in ribbon. Although it felt familiar, MC couldn't identify it. When they looked at Diavolo again, he was blushing even more.

“So…, do we…?”

“Do we…?”

“Kiss”

His voice was soft and deep, like caramel, and it made MC's heart flutter, but it was his words what made them gasp.

“Only if you want to” he quickly clarified with worry. Doubt crossed his features and MC forced their words out of their mouth.

“I do want to kiss you” they basked in his relief, even when they were stammering “But I didn't expect for you to just… say it!”

“You didn't? But I brought you to the mistletoe! Doesn't it work like that?”

Diavolo's face twisted in embarrassment, like a child who got their homework wrong.

“Oh Dia…” they sighed in pity, grabbing his hands with care “We don't do that in my country”

He stayed silent for just a second before letting out a chuckle and placing their hands on his chest. He was smiling, not bothering to hide his interest in their lips anymore.

“Let's try again, then. Would you allow me to kiss you, MC?”

They immediately stood on their tiptoes, earning a loving smile. He bent down to close the distance, stopping only to lift them before kissing them again at the right angle.

Christmas in the Devildom wasn't so bad, after all.

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agentnatesewell · 5 months

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tremendous tasks, dear friends

the wayhaven chronicles | barbara robertson (f!detective) / nate sewell / mason + family (lucas daniels) | 5k words | rated G

happy holidays to @delucadarling on this twelfth night and epiphany eve! i have simply fallen in love with barbie and had such a wonderful time writing for her for the @wayhavensecretsanta

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Within the forested woods surrounding a deceptively inconspicuous town, one brimming with holiday cheer and festive wishes, bustling with last-minute preparations of a yuletide celebration for humans and supernaturals alike, sits a dilapidated building. A relic of a time ago, thought abandoned and unbothered, hiding a veiled mansion beyond its crumbling facade.

In this warehouse, now as familiar as home, Barbara Robertson - detective or agent depending on when and who one asks - sits in the center of the living room elegantly dressed for the season. One last task, a final check-in, for the next day’s Wayhaven Christmas Fete remains, and her trusted Filofax is set securely nearby, traded for a cup of steaming, glasses-fogging drinking chocolate. Hands warming against the gold rimmed and whimsically painted precious porcelain, she shifts her attention from event planning to listening, intently, of past traditions once forgone and now renewed.

In this living room, now his home, Nathaniel Sewell - agent and acting commanding agent, a temporary promotion until their team leader returns from a self assigned important mission - sits adjacent, on the floor with long legs tucked beneath him; sweeping his hand over carefully laid materials, collected from the nature surrounding them, on the ivory lace-embroidered cloth covered coffee table. He picks out a hard confection from a glass jar in the middle of the table, passes it to her then reminisces, “My earlier days, when I was with my family, during the Advent period before Christmas Day, my brother and I would spend the morning hours collecting what we could on our grounds. Not dissimilar to what we’ve found on our strolls in town and the community garden this autumn.”

Long branches of holly from the gardens, deepest green leaves with sharp, curved edges, clusters of bright, reddest berries; vines of ivy growing along on the outer stone of their home, long stems dense with lined green and white leaves; hardy sprigs of rosemary from their kitchen window garden, fragrant and robust; precious bundles of mistletoe, from the town’s nursery, with pretty pearlescent white berries; and perhaps his most prized possession of the season, from a bespoke shoppe, a singular pear sitting on a bed of gold foil.

“Are you making a wreath,” she inquires, leaning closer to the greenery. Fingers already occupied with proffered candy instinctively seek her pencil, and blindly slide behind her ear, in case there is need to write any pertinent information of this tradition. As she inspects, Barbie notices there isn’t any sort of evergreen present that she’d become accustomed to with modern wreaths, though perhaps Nate had used all he could find to festoon along the fireplace mantle, perhaps all the evergreen in Wayhaven and the surrounding forest.

“A Christmas Bough.” The corners of his eyes crinkle as a smile plays at the corner of his mouth, voice trailing and he falls into a fog of nostalgia, happy memories returning to overshadow those which usually haunt him. As his thoughts fade, Nate chances a glance at Barbie, and he is pulled back into the present. For behind a curling strand of her blond hair, fallen away from her gilded claw clip, peeks a twist of red and white, and the scent of peppermint. The pencil which is usually there in her hand, in peril of becoming her drink stirrer.

“Barbie?”

“Nate?” The abrupt change in his tone, now alarmed, draws Barbie away from her study. She looks up towards him, green eyes peering over her red plaid-rimmed glasses, taking note at how amusement highlights the honeyed hues of his brown eyes, and how he’s closing the already narrow gap between them, brows raised questioningly and silently awaiting permission to come closer.

And it is easy for her to grant him such permission, as Nate is always so careful, comforting, safe, even in this spontaneity, and Barbie is quite curious what it is that has attracted his attention.

The brush of his thumb across her cheek, his fingers curling at her temple and over the shell of her ear prove far more exhilarating than any spice and sugar rush incurred during the holiday season. Nate chuckles, deep and resonating, just as silver bells sing, and he pulls away, his palm open. “You might find that peppermint candy complements the dark chocolate of your beverage far more than your pencil might.”

“What,” Barbie looks at her cup, pencil between the rim and its high handle, and groans. “Oh my god.” Shaking her head, she drops the utensil with a sharp laugh. “Guess I needed this break. Helping Tina organize the Fete at the station this year is keeping me busier than I imagined. Especially with all of,” she waves her hand, “this.”

Nate knows she is referencing her continued training with the Agency and on-call, standby assistance for the Wayhaven Police Department’s local cases - taking a holiday encouraged, always, during their sporadic diners at the local bistro - but does hope she has been enjoying the past week spent transforming their, in his opinion, humble home into a Christmas wonderland so expertly designed, it would rival the most elegant department store displays. And though Adam and, by order, Unit Bravo, had been convinced by Nate’s suggestion of team building exercises, Barbie has been enjoying herself. Excitement casting her in gold and silver radiance, she is even more breathtaking, indulging herself in the season. Dressed in themed ensembles, time made and spent introducing Farah to popcorn tins and Christmas themed movies, baking and icing so many cookies, decorating while singing tunes so delightful, he has been humming them both in tandem and alone.

Regardless, Barbie deserves empathy and understanding, and a second candy cane. “May I say that the Fete has been coming along quite nicely, and will surely be memorable for years to come.”

“You may,” she accepts his compliment, allowing her fingers, nails painted to resemble ribbon tied gift wrap, to just barely glide along his as she accepts the candy. To avoid a repeat of a near miss, Barbie stirs her drinking chocolate with the straight side of the candied stick, inhaling the melding scents as the steam rises and evaporates into the air. “Thank you, Nate.”

Pleasant moment aside, and desperately needing the embarrassing moment aside, Barbie points the candy cane, melting end, at the table. “Tell me about your Christmas Bough. I thought it was called a Kissing Bough?”

Nate nods. “You’re correct. Formally, these were called Christmas Boughs, and traditionally, Kissing Boughs. Every year, from when we could carry in ash wood or willow wood branches, our bough would adorn the doorway to our drawing room, welcoming our guests for the many parties held during the twelve days post Christmas. Usually family, many cousins, family friends.”

Barbie places her cup on the table, resting her elbow on the edge, listening intently once more. The cadence of his voice again melodic, a nostalgic recitation in celebration of a life passed instead of a sorrow of a life lost.

“One modern convenience this year.” Nate points to a neat stack of green craft wire, set opposite of the shining pear. “Bending curved tree branches into circles is much easier these days, but I would like to focus more on this particular foliage”

“Do they hold any meaning?” She asks, knowing too well that rarely does Nate take on a task casually.

“Holly,” Nate works as he speaks, nimble hands still familiar with the process from centuries ago, tying the branches together with the wire, a blur of green and red repeating until creating a circle. “Everlasting life.”

The irony is not lost on Barbie. By how Nate blinks his eyes, an attempt to keep them clear, she knows it’s not lost on him, either. But then he clears his throat, shapes his mouth back into a smile, and transfers the rest of the holly branches and half of the wire to the space in front of her. An offer to join him, and she obliges; observing and enamored by his hands, mirroring his motions to create a second circle.

“Ivy,” Nate continues, “dependence and endurance. Rosemary, remembrance.” Running the tip of a finger along the leaves, breathing in the released fragrance, he takes a deep breath. Another breath.

As silence grows, the bough making process is acknowledged as a memorial by them both. When her half is complete and returned to him, Barbie lays a hand on Nate’s shoulder. Immediately, she feels him relax, and this time the deep breath is an exhalation. When he turns to her, his smile is genuine, grateful for her grace. “Thank you. My apologies, for my sentimentality.”

“What about the mistletoe?” She squeezes his shoulder, and hopes the question cheers him up.

“Ah, mistletoe.” Nate lifts a bundle for himself, a second one for Barbie. She keeps it for herself. “A good luck charm. One could, during the celebratory period, greet their guests or each other for a kiss. A suitor could kiss the one they wished to court, on the cheek, and we did make sure all parties were in accordance. All would hope to be kissed, lest they endure the bad luck of being left out. There was a limit, as with every kiss, a berry would be picked. When all was gone, the kissing ceased.” He chuckles, picking a single spray which had fallen out of place. “Milton’s pockets would be full by night’s end, as he was rather outgoing and effortlessly charming.”

Barbie plucks a gem-like berry to roll between her fingers, twisting her lips as her gaze shifts towards Nate, finding he has done the same. It comes as a surprise to them both, a happy and quite welcome surprise, when Barbie closes the space between, kissing Nate’s cheek. Drawing away, she puts the berry in his palm. “There, now you have one, too.”

Behind a second, cordial-ish, exchange, through the doorway of this living room which has yet to bear the meaningful ornament of greeting, shaking bruising snowflakes off the jacket he’s worn during his overnight patrol of the town - stubborn to accept the order to dress weather-appropriately from their temporary leader, until an approving hum from Barbie, he will keep to himself that he did not mind the shearling-lined leather moto jacket that kept him from freezing - Mason grimaces at the warm welcome of glittering ornaments, the droning and inescapable music repeating too many damn times, and the strong and tangled scents of cassis, eucalyptus, white musk, and pine.

Thick blankets of snow keep him from his reprieve on the rooftop, and if it was any other season besides one that compels humans to decorate their homes with garish and gaudy blinking lights, corral them into the streets to sing in groups, he would volunteer to take the next patrol. But it isn’t wholly terrible, though. In the living room he can wait for Barbie to tie up any loose-ends, as she’d called them, with her next-day festival preparation; maybe Nate will help her, and Mason can retreat to the quietest and dimmest corner of the room to look out the window and watch the hidden parts of the forest, untouched by merry well-wishers.

Her voice cuts through his annoyance, happier he knows but unsure how to tell. She sounds like she did the other day as he watched her hang monogrammed stockings over the fireplace, Nate explaining some change, some rise and fall in her sound, more cheerful. When he hears Barbie laugh, the tension in his body fades, and the abrasive reminders of the season taunting his senses fall into the background. Mason sheds his coat, rubbing his hands over his arms to avoid losing too much heat too fast, and follows a conversation to the middle of the room, in front of the couch and on the floor.

Too far to perch on the arm of the velvet armchair, where he’s most comfortable when Barbie is around, he instead sits on the edge of the coffee table, angling away from the herbs and plants invading his senses. Any other time the seemingly innocuous rosemary would have him retreating, but she turns to him. And Barbie is fucking - glowing. Mason blinks, wondering if his retinas are taking longer to heal from the morning’s snow glare than usual. Still glowing with a pink tint to her cheeks, and damnit if that halo around her doesn’t make him think of that angel on top of their second Christmas tree, and damnit that he’s lost the cool edge to his entrance.

“Elf got your tongue, sunshine?” Barbie asks, smoothest he’s ever seen her, at least with a candy cane between her teeth.

In his periphery, Mason spots a small bundle of leaves and the plant is easily identifiable. Cheap, plastic replicas in abundance at the previous night’s party in some sort of garden dome when he’d walked through the park on his route. He swipes a sprig and twirls it, answering, “Wouldn’t mind you catching my ton-”

“Hello, Mason,” Nate sighs, tying what is left of the mistletoe together. “How was your patrol?”

Giggling teenagers and metal scraping at the ice rink and the entire town smells of vanilla, chocolate and sugar, that flashing robotic Santa waving in the air are all enough to keep anything interesting from happening; too chaotic to focus any magic, too much of a headache to get up to any trouble. Mason shrugs, “Same old.”

Settled, finally giving notice to whatever Nate and Barbie are actually doing, Mason juts his chin in the direction of the circles of holly. “You aren’t done decorating this place yet?”

“It’s a Kissing bough,” Barbie explains, rising to her knees to meet Mason. Nate subtly coughs the alternative ‘Christmas bough’, likely as a means to keep the atmosphere light and less hot, less heavy - wholesome! “When you’re under, you give a kiss, and get a reward.” She leans in, one hand on his thigh and he grins, arm slinking around her waist, ready for a knock-her-tights-off kind of kiss. But instead of her mouth, his is met with a waxy, tasteless and not sticky clump of berries. “It’s not up yet, Mason.” Smiling, having amused herself, she sits at the coffee table once more, awaiting Nate’s next instruction.

“You’re welcome to join us, if you would like to thread this wire through the pear.” Nate knows he is pushing Mason’s good will and willingness to participate in any more decorating, yet persists with his inclusion. “This should be our final project.”

“Wait! One more!”

From a flash of purple and a cloud of glitzing gingerbread scents and mirth, attention is captured towards the fir and cedar garlanded mantle in this living room, and standing between a cozy, crackling fire and the main Christmas tree, eight feet all and so elegantly adorned, skirt at the base holding exquisitely wrapped gifts, is Farah Hauville - home from one last visit to the Christmas Tree Lot at the edge of town for the season before taking over agent patrol for the rest of the day - standing atilt, resting an elbow on the top branch of a small, a quite small pine tree.

Amber eyes sparkling with triumph, Farah sweeps her hand out in an arc, resting it on her hip. “Ta da! What do you all think? Natey, Barbie? Mason.”

Not just quite small, the tree is rather sparse. Uneven weight distribution, inconsistent branch thickness and needle distribution - some thick with vibrant needles while others rather pale and almost white, some with just tufts at the end. A lone pinecone sits towards the base, and there may have been a debate if the bird’s nest fell or broke apart.

Nate stands, stepping slowly and surely to the tree, mind whirling as he thinks of how to express his thoughts; keep Farah from being crestfallen, express his gratitude for her enthusiasm, how to hide the tree in plain sight and preferably outside. “Certainly a unique tree,” he manages, “though, I do wonder if it would be better suited in the hallway. Could be set in an urn outside of your bedroom door and we can bedeck after your shift - wrap a strand of fairy lights, drape tinsel, use the rest of the ribbon.”

“Knew you’d say that,” Farah replies, bouncing, “This tree has been in that lot since it opened, and no one has given it a chance! A second look! I know it’s not pretty, it doesn’t match the other trees we brought home. It’s not perfect,” Farah flails her arms, pointing to the three other trees in the room that could have been portraits in a magazine. “But it deserves love, doesn’t it? Like the great philosopher, Linus, said.”

“Linus? I’m not familiar with their work.” Nate pokes at a dull needle with this index finger. “Unless you mean Linus of Thrace, the musician.”

Barbie soon joins, shadowed by Mason, and circles the tree to study it. “‘Charlie Brown Christmas’. Farah and I watched while you read ‘The Gift of the Magi’.”

“You were even playing the song the next day,” Farah remarks, miming him at the piano. He nods in response, fingertips brushing along the edge of a healthier branch. She continues her plea, turning to throw her arms out, wide and dramatic, and quotes, “‘I never thought it was such a bad little tree. It’s not bad at all. Maybe it just needs a little love.’”

“Farah,” Nate rubs the back of his neck, knowing she’d likely practiced her speech during her last few patrols about town. The tree truly does not fit in with the well planned out, specific aesthetic of the room but he is moved by her effort, her passion. “I can promise to find space for it. In here.”

To the great shock of everyone, Mason grabs a smooth, circular red ornament from the main tree, fixes it to a sagging branch on the new addition. He comments before Nate can protest, “I like it. It’s irregular, obviously intended by nature to be so. Has character. Leave it where it is, at least it’ll be something interesting to look at.”

Barbie stops pacing, following Mason’s lead, with a green ornament she hangs on an opposite, slightly lighter branch. Just a little trimming, tinsel and lights and ribbon, and this tree could truly be special. One of a kind. Its own new tradition.

It gives her an idea.

Leaving the others to discuss re-arrangement, Barbie walks back to sit on an empty space of the coffee table to consult the ‘CF’ section of her Filofax. A layout of the main room of the Christmas Fete is centered by a hallway length runner rug with tables at either side for Haley’s hot cocoa and treats station, beginning at an entry arch and a dais at its end. On the side of the page, the cast. Elves - Len’s kid and Douglas, Mrs. Claus - Tina, Santa Claus - Lucas, making his debut.

Lucas, her beloved brother and subject of her final, most important task - confirming his, and Adam’s, flight details and estimated arrival. Barbie checks the time, and tapping her phone screen she notes alerts from his airline. Five minute delay, ten minute delay, confirmation of arrival, a text from him.

Another hour or two from the city, and Barbie and Lucas will be reunited after far too long apart - and she can hardly wait! Smiling to herself, singing to herself that song from their childhood Christmas pageant, Barbie pencils in a small tree in the space between Mrs. and Santa Claus. She calls to the group, asking Farah, “Could you bring this Charlie Brown Tree to the Fete tomorrow? It’s just the right size, wouldn’t be in Lucas and Tina’s way. Added bonus, the people in town seeing what they missed out on, how a little love goes a long way.”

Nate places a hand to his chest, mouthing a ‘thank you’ to Barbie. Farah claps hers in excitement. “It would be an honor! I’m going to get Nate’s decoration box and get this little guy ready for the show! I’ll drop it off at the station.” Taking a hold of the tree at its base, Farah lifts it like a piece of paper and runs off and out of the room. And it is a testament to Nate’s reflexes and agility that he catches the two ornaments shaken off, and returns them to their home.

A ring of Barbie’s phone interrupts the calm in Farah’s wake.

Video call, her mirror image on the screen and Barbie gives her glasses a quick adjustment before swiping her finger across the glass to answer.

“Ho, ho, ho!” A voice bellows, and there is a grinning Lucas, dark brown hair expertly mussed under the brim of his vintage, thrift-shop treasure, red flannel and white wool Santa Hat. “Merry Christmas!”

Barbie waves, laughing, widening the camera view to show off the living room, then back to her. Nate greets Lucas, unsure where to stand and if he can even see him, moves to lean over Barbie’s shoulder where the pocket of his brown leather jacket fills the display. His own cellular phone rings and he excuses himself to answer. Mason shakes his head, and, arms folded, walks to settle on the edge of the couch.

Back to Lucas, and now Barbie spots a twinkling flash against the red of his hat, one more, behind him white snow flurrying and thickening with each passing second. His voice muffled, harsh streaks of wind silencing him, though she can pick up the unmistakable and clear, deep accent of Adam Du Mortain, calm and authoritative.

There is a leaden, sinking feeling in her stomach.

“Snow squall,” she finally hears, and when did Lucas move? Blurred behind the camera lens, he has found shelter inside the doors of the airport. Fellow travelers behind him converge into small groups, collective voices rising in confusion and frustration relaying the news to their loved ones. Airplanes had been taking off and landing, no imminent threat of weather. “Barbie, roads are closed, don’t know when they’ll open. Promise I’ll be home as soon as I can, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to make the Fete tomorrow.”

“Oh. Okay,” she answers, nodding, glancing around the room to find Nate speaking animatedly and Mason watching snow swirling outside. “Just stay safe, Luke, alright? Keep me updated. Is Adam with you?”

“Ordering the weather to behave,” he chuckles, attempting to keep her spirits from crashing. “Look, Barbie, I’m sorry.”

Trying to formulate a plan, alternatives and logistics, how to inform Tina, Barbie doesn’t respond until she hears her name again. She shakes her head, “It’s alright. Take your time. We will figure this out. Don’t do anything hasty or dangerous, you need to come home in one piece.” Barbie looks at the screen again, zoom tighter on Lucas, notices the same plush red and fluffy white at his shoulders. “Are you wearing your Santa costume?”

“If you’re going to travel for the holidays, you’ve got to travel in style and make a big entrance. Besides, someone has to spread holiday cheer amongst the masses.”

“Keep them distracted and don’t have too much fun. Again, stay safe. I’ll talk to you soon.”

As she ends the call, Barbie consults her Filofax, searching for an answer. Surely, she wrote up a back-up plan for Santa, Mrs. Claus, and the Elves, and she did but Sung committed to the community Christmas Feast. She turns to a blank page, scribbles thoughts - Surely, Adam will take care of Lucas. Surely, Mrs. Claus could take the place of her husband, saying he needs a head start on his journey, the children could video-chat with him.

“Barbie,” Nate’s voice is as understanding and gentle as his gait, taking a seat next to her, patting her back with a touch so light it does not register. He finds Mason, raising his brows and tilting his head and in seconds, Mason stands before them. “I spoke with Adam. Unexpected change of weather a few miles northwest of the city, might be due to magic gone awry, and does not appear to be malicious. Unit Golf has been dispatched to secure the situation, and Adam will be working with them. Bravo is on standby, but he feels this should be contained without our intervention.”

Mason shrugs, Barbie is still writing in her organizer.

Turning towards her, Nate’s smile is encouraging, “Now, you are in need of a Saint Nicholas for your Christmas Fete tomorrow. Do you have Lucas’ costume? He and I are of similar build and height, and I would be glad to stand in for him.”

Barbie, facial muscles finally moving and her mouth falling into an unintentionally pretty pout, unlocks her phone, finds her text messages, and brings up a picture to show him, then Mason. Lucas, mid-laugh, Santa hat flopping to the side, Santa jacket open with a white shirt underneath, Santa trousers on underneath, standing with a not so stiff shouldered, slightly amused Adam in the midst of white and colored glistering lights. “Spreading so much cheer that he performed a holiday miracle, making Adam smile.”

Mason, concerned with the pallor of her skin and the dullness in her eyes, crouches down and pats his pockets, where his now banished cigarettes were once stored - to prevent a fire hazard in this room of shimmering, glimmering potential kindling - pulls out a package, a monstrosity, a little cake shaped like an evergreen tree, an emergency treat purchased at the convenience store. Smushed, and he decides there is no way he will let her raise her blood sugar with something that tastes like plastic. “Eat something if you’re going into figuring-out mode. Maybe not this, I’ll get you something that doesn’t look like reindeer vomit.”

Nate, rubbing his bottom lip with this thumb, remembers the prior year’s Christmas celebrations. A truly magical time in this already magical town, every year healing from the tragedies at the start of their permanent tenure. He recalls a certain gentleman, an embodiment of the legend and a hero to each child, reading their name from a scroll and making them believe to be the most special. “Mr. Rockwell. He was treasured, and enjoyed the role.”

“Retired. Out of town to visit his new grandchild.” Barbie taps her pencil against the cover of her Filofax. Nate’s mention of the Santa Claus of the past decade, of his generosity and love, his joy infectious, reminds her of a conversation - between Mr. Rockwell and his wife, Lucas and Tina, and her. A transition of tradition.

“Wait.” Her eyes open wide, sparkling once more with another idea. “We are brilliant! Mr. Rockwell left us his suit, even though it was too short for Lucas, something about keeping the Christmas spirit. It should still be at the station, I’ll call Tina to confirm.”

Once more in the middle of this living room, Mason returns to see two faces look at him expectantly, and though there is some he does not understand, he understands the faces of two schemers. Especially one who has talked him into decorating more than he ever thought he would in eternity, and one he would do just about any damn thing for. He shoves the cookie, on a napkin to avoid another lecture by Nate, towards Barbie. “Eat this. And what do you both want?”

“Tina said the Santa costume is at the station, and she’s running a lint roller over it to get rid of any dust. You’re about Mr. Rockwell’s height -”

“No.”

Nate makes a second attempt, honeyed words pleading, “for no more than two hours. It would mean so much to this town that has become our home. It would mean -”

“I’m not dealing with any little brat screaming in my ears about some presents.”

“It would mean a lot to me,” Barbie finishes for Nate, flatly. “We will keep the kids calm, Nate and Farah will entertain them. Tina will talk to them, and you can just check their names against a roster and repeat their wish. Then take a picture with them.”

“Nope. Besides, we’re supposed to be in the shadows.”

Nate nods, acknowledging that Mason is correct. The accessories, such as the full, white beard, may be uncomfortable for him, as well as the inevitable sounds which come with the excitement of children. It may not be such a fair ask, and there may be some other possibilities. “Babs, there may be some adjustments I can have made to the suit, to accompany the length of my arms and legs. The tailor in town, I am sure, is quite busy. I can, however, make a request with ours at the Agency.”

An attempt to speak comes out as a squeak, and Barbie throws her arms around Nate’s shoulders in a hug. “Thank you, Nate. Really. We should go now, and get to your tailor as soon as possible.”

Mason, silver eyes sharp and observant, regards Barbie and he guesses she’s relieved, with the sharp exhale of breath, taking a bite of the cookie and writing down some last notes. There is an errant thump in his chest, and he rubs his palm against it. Then regards Nate, also exhaling a breath, longer, and his hands slide into his pockets, their refuge.

And damnit, her smile is making his jaw tingle, and he stretches it to alleviate that sensation. Damnit, she is so fucking beautiful like this, merry and jovial. And, groaning, Mason drags his hand down his face, wrapping his fingers behind his neck.

He thinks he might regret this for eternity, but then figures that being able to do what Nate is doing, make her glow like that again, so ecstatic? Maybe that’ll make an afternoon of misery worth everything.

“Wait,” he reaches, finding Barbie’s hand, and pulls them both up. “You just have to promise to stay near me, alright, sweetheart?”

Barbie’s mouth falls open, and she truly is stunned, frozen in place as she processes his answer. She then grins, thanking him with a kiss to his cheek. “You got it, Santa.”

In the midst of hazing lights, luminous trees and the rising dawn of the Eve, there is a stir. In this living room, under a bough and honoring the custom of the mistletoe, a couple hushes each other between deep kisses and berry extraction. His senses are heightened once more, and he grumbles an announcement of visitors. She spies past the door and wishes, one small wish, that he will appear.

And to her delight, they are not just any visitors.

The commanding agent will claim this a completed, successful mission, but with a hearty and robust, “Merry Christmal to all!”, Lucas will say that with a little magic, he fulfilled his Christmas promise.

fin.

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc fanfic #wayhavensecretsanta #nate sewell #twc mason #mar writes twc

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warriorofthought · 1 year

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Burning Cream

Summary: When one of the Elven women gives you a cream for your face, with evil intentions.

Word Count: 1377

Warnings: mention of injuries

Elrond x Reader

After completing your daily chores, you are sitting with your friends in the flower garden when two more Elven women approach you all.

"May we join all of you?"

"Of course" one of your friends replied.

"We have brought gifts for all of you," they give excitedly, pointing to their braided basket.

"But why?" asks one of your friends.

"Well, you guys also always help us with our chores when we need help, especially you, y/n, you make sure everyone can wear a smile on their face and have a good day."

"Oh, that's nothing, we like to do that, don't we?" glancing questioningly at the rest of your friends, they nodded in agreement.

"Well, anyway, here, we have a perfume with a special berry scent for you to wear, Nellind," she hands her the small bottle, which Nellind accepts gratefully.

Then the other elf woman pulls out from the basket a lipstick with a beautiful painting.

"This is for you, Eiona. We all know how much you love to paint your beautiful lips. I bet it looks great on you."

"And finally, we have a rose cream for you y/n, we all want to have beautiful skin like you and we heard Elrond say that roses and aloe vera is good for the skin, I mean you already have beautiful skin but a little extra hydration for the skin doesn't hurt anyone, does it ? We use the same and look, our skin has even become a bit more beautiful, don't you think?"

With that, she presses the cream in the leaf-shaped package into your hand.

"Uhh, I guess so, they helped," you admit a little uncertainly.

"Well, well, hmm, thank you for accepting our gifts, we must get back to our tasks then, we haven't finished them all yet," both of them giggle briefly afterwards and smile at you again before leaving the flower garden.

What you and your friends don't notice is the evil grin that spreads across the faces of the two elven women.

You chat for a while with your friends before we decide to go to our rooms.

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Once in your room, you set down the flower wreath you made on the table and admire it. Then your eyes fall on the cream. Curious, you take it in your hand.

The flower shape makes the container for the cream look special. Then you decide to open it, the cream is white and when you smell it, a soft rose scent comes to you.

I wonder if the cream is good for my skin. There's no harm in trying it out, is there? I mean, they use the cream too, so it can't do me any harm, even if I find it strange that the two of them were so nice to us all of a sudden, because usually they see us more as rivals. But I'm glad when all the hatred has disappeared now.

So you quickly take the hand mirror and sit down again at the table where you put the cream. Carefully, you take some of it on your fingers before smearing it on your face. Immediately you notice how it is absorbed. Satisfied, a grin creeps onto your face. It leaves no greasy film, which pleases you. You close the cream again and decide to answer a few letters from your friends.

After not even five minutes, from answering the letters, you notice that something is wrong.

Your skin starts to tingle slightly, or rather to burn.

It doesn't feel good. This can't be good.

Quickly you run to the mirror.

As your eyes catch your reflection in the mirror, you see that the areas that are burning have turned red. You quickly rub your hand over them, but this only makes everything worse and now not only a few spots are burning, but your whole face.

Painfully you come to the thought that it could be an allergic reaction. So you quickly take a towel and dip it in water before wiping your face with it.

You feel like your face is burning.

Washing doesn't help because the cream is already absorbed into your skin. You splash cold water on your face but this does not help either.

In pain, you try to cool your face with a cold wet towel, but this only relieves the burning for a short time.

You don't know what else you should do and leaving your room like this is not an option.

So you take a hand fan and put a bowl of cold water by your bed, then you lie down in bed and put the towel, that you dipped into the water before, on your face. Then you fan yourself, the fan helps you through the cold towel to cool your face a little more and to give you some relief. But this does not last long. Now you also notice how the burning spreads, you feel it now already at your ears and at your neck and you get more and more distressed.

Your eyes start to water.

Tearfully you search for a solution.

But in the process you forget that you should have been at dinner a long time ago.

When you don't show up for dinner, Lord Elrond makes his way to your chamber. He knocks on your door and when he doesn't get an answer, he opens the door worriedly, his eyes search your chamber for you and get stuck on your figure in the bed. Immediately he sees that something is wrong and you are in pain. Quickly, he takes a few steps towards you, making himself somewhat noticeable.

"Y/N, what's wrong? Why do you have that towel on your face?"

"My ... my face is burning so terribly".

Gently, Lord Elrond sits down on your bed.

"May I look at it, y/n"

"Yes."

Carefully, Lord Elrond pulls the towel from your face.

Then the full damage of the cream is revealed. Your face is reddened and even a bit swollen.

Carefully, he grabs your chin and moves it to the side so he can catch a glimpse of your ear. As he does so, he sees that your ear is also red, as well as your neck.

"What did you do, what caused this reaction?"

"The cream, I got it as a gift. It's on the table."

Lord Elrond stands up and takes the cream from the table. Then he opens it and smells it.

"It smells good, but I think the scent belongs to one of the poisonous plants. Why are you using it anyway, your skin is fine?"

"Well, she said she was going to use the cream too, so I didn't expect the cream to do anything like that."

"Okay, put the towel on your face again, I'll go get some medicine to help with that." With these words, Lord Elrond stands up, squeezes your hand again briefly to cheer you up before leaving the chamber.

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Lord Elrond returns with some towels and medicine.

Then he gently smears your face with it and every time you cringe from the pain, he utters soothing words.

After he comes to an end. He puts the things away and gives you a tea with pain relieving effect.

"I think that tomorrow everything will be the same. The redness is already starting to fade away."

"Thank you, Elrond"

"Hmm, you should rest, I'll be right back."

He leaves your chamber and you sigh once, both relieved and exhausted and are glad that the pain is getting less and less. Then you close your eyes.

After a while you notice how quietly the door opens and someone sits down at your bed.

You flinch as your face is suddenly dabbed gently.

"It's okay, Mellon, it's just me."

Slowly you open one eye and see Elrond sitting in front of you.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better than before"

"That's good Mellon, now go back to sleep, I'll stay here and take care of you, alright?"

"Yes, that's fine, thank you Elrond."

"Then tomorrow we'll deal with who did this to you and what the consequences are for that person."

You nod slightly and shortly after that you quickly drift back to sleep.

#Elrond #elrond peredhel #elrond x you #elrond x reader #lotr #lord of the rings #middle earth #lotr elves #lord elrond #comfort #lord elrond x reader #lord elrond x y/n #elrond x y/n

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lancermylove · 5 months

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Chapter 12 (Ending)

➣ Pairing: Demon brothers, Royals, Solomon with fem!Reader. ➣ Warning: None ➣ Word Count: 2,494 ➣ Chapters [SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12] ➣ Chapters [N.SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12]

➣ A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

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You basked in the peace of the gazebo, enjoying one last moment of solitude in the winter wonderland. The snow-peaked mountains served as a tranquil backdrop, and you felt a twinge of sorrow at the thought of leaving this beautiful setting behind. As you took in the breathtaking scenery, you felt the weight of your imminent departure, yet a fond nostalgia for happy memories lingered just beneath the surface.

The past month had been like a dream. From visiting the market with Asmo to watching him befriend Mary, going tree hunting with Beel, sweater shopping with Levi, decorating with Belphie, exploring the woods and cave with Mammon, temporarily brokering a ceasefire between Lucifer and Satan, aurora gazing with Solomon, ice skating with Diavolo, and cooking with Barbatos - you would never forget these memories. You knew you would spend time with them in Devildom, yet you found yourself craving more time with them here.

As the wind picked up, you decided to return to the cabin but paused to admire Mammon and Solomon's outdoor decorations. Golden letters glowed radiantly, spelling out 'Merry Christmas,' and a large white stag stood proudly in the front yard. A pine wreath with a crimson bow and a garland with pine cones, berries, and LED lights adorned the door and the doorframe. Matching garlands were perched on the railing of the second-floor balcony. Blue LED string lights hung on the edges of the roof and the area under the circular balcony. As you admired the decorations, you felt a wave of warmth washing over you.

Walking into the cabin, you reveled in the festive atmosphere created by Diavolo, Belphie, and Satan's endeavors. The interior was brimming with glittering garlands of pinecones and holly, festive silver and gold tinsel strung along the walls, and a glimmering Christmas tree with silver and gold ornaments and garlands, red bows, and colorful string lights. As you surveyed the Christmas tree, you noticed that the star on top was slightly crooked. You recalled how you had grown a bit afraid while climbing the ladder to place the star upright. However, the somewhat crooked star had added extra charm and character to the already beautiful tree.

Your eyes fell on the mistletoe, which you suspected Asmo had hung up, and a playful grin tugged on the corners of your lips. Walking beneath it, you waited for the perfect opportunity to surprise your favorite demon/human. As soon as he grew near, you beckoned him to come over and pointed upwards to the branches tied together with a scarlet ribbon. You flashed them a coy smirk, anticipating their reaction and subsequent move.

Lucifer:

Lucifer smirked at you, and without warning, he placed his hand on the back of your head, pulling you towards him for a fiery kiss. Your lips met in a heated embrace, melting into one kiss after another. He took your lips until you could hardly breathe, and all thoughts escaped your mind save for his warmth and passion.

Mammon:

Mammon blushed, but in a bold move, you pulled him close by his coat's flaps and firmly pressed your lips against his. The demon was initially stunned but quickly returned your kiss, clinging to you while he took your lips with renewed fervor. He continued kissing until you felt lightheaded and out of breath.

Levi:

Levi's eyes widened, and his cheeks turned a bright shade of red. You waited patiently for him to take the initiative and even closed your eyes to help ease his hesitation. After a short while, Levi leaned closer, placing a single soft kiss on your lips.

Satan:

Despite his cheeks turning red, Satan was not opposed to the idea of kissing you under a mistletoe. Keeping his gaze on yours, he softly captured your lips in a sweet, lingering embrace. His kiss was full of delicate tenderness and lasted longer than you anticipated.

Asmo:

Asmo flashed a mischievous grin and gleefully proclaimed that he had hung up the mistletoe in hopes of this very moment. He drew you into a tight embrace and kissed your lips passionately. You eagerly reciprocated the kiss, holding onto him firmly without the hint of letting go anytime soon.

Beel:

Beel chuckled and leaned in closer to your face, but the smell of chocolate from your snack earlier caught his attention. He repeatedly began pecking your lips and stated that the aroma of the chocolate was tantalizing and making him hungry, eliciting a laugh from you.

Belphie:

Belphie gave you a small chuckle and gently cupped your face, drawing you closer before swiftly capturing your lips in a deep kiss that made you gasp. He held onto you tightly, kissing you passionately but with a hint of restraint. The kiss continued for some time until Belphie began to feel drained.

Diavolo:

As the prince spotted the mistletoe, he knew exactly what it meant, thanks to Asmo's explanation. The thought of fulfilling one of his wishes had made him extremely happy, and he hurriedly brought his face close to yours. You braced for a deep kiss, but Diavolo surprised you by kissing your lips softly and sweetly.

Barbatos:

Barbatos gave you a playful smile and grasped your chin, bringing his face closer to yours. A slow, tender kiss was exchanged between you, initially gentle but growing increasingly intimate with each passing moment.

Solomon:

Solomon laughed and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. He then pressed his lips firmly against yours, using plenty of tongue in the kiss to ensure your mind melted and your senses were sent into overdrive.

Barbatos positioned the final dish onto the dining table while you placed the last utensil. Taking a step back, you couldn't help but admire the fragrance of all the dishes, which melded together in a pleasant aroma that was simultaneously sweet yet savory, filling the air with the promise of a flavorful feast. The dishes ranged from roasted turkey, glazed ham, roast potatoes, green bean casserole, cranberry sauce, salads, pretzels, pies, cakes, fudge, candy canes, gingerbread men, and much more.

As the aroma from the dishes filled the air, the others slowly made their way down from their rooms and gathered around the table, staring with wide eyes. Everyone began to shower Barbatos with compliments, but the noise of their voices and praise drowned out any individuality to their words. Out of your peripheral vision, you saw Beel desperately fighting against Lucifer and Diavolo as they tried to prevent him from pouncing on the dining table.

Asmo took his time taking pictures of the dining table, making everyone wait to eat. Fortunately, it didn't take him too long, allowing all of you to settle down and enjoy the meal. You focused primarily on your meal, diving into the deliciously sweet and savory dishes. The small conversation around the table was a pleasant change from the usual loud and chaotic chatter, and everyone appeared to be in a delightful mood as they delved into the bountiful assortment of delectable dishes.

Midway through the meal, you felt eyes on you, prompting you to glance up. To your surprise, you saw Lucifer and Diavolostaring at you with smiles. Lucifer's gaze bore gratitude for bringing them together and helping to create a pleasant atmosphere, while Diavolo's gaze twinkled with joy and happiness. Towards the end of the dinner, everyone reached a state of fullness except Beel, who clearly showed no signs of halting until he had finished every last crumb.

Asmo suddenly gasped as a realization dawned on him. "We forgot to wear the sweaters that (y/n) and Levi brought! I want to take pictures, so can everyone please change?"

Despite some protests against moving after consuming such a heavy meal, everyone went to their respective rooms to get changed. To their surprise, their sweaters were laid neatly on their beds, but none of them took a moment to evaluate the situation as they assumed you were kind enough to bring their respective sweater to their rooms.

Even though the design was a little gaudy for Asmo's taste, he had to admit that the word swapping was fun, allowing him to switch between "nice" and "naughty," depending on his mood. Belphie laughed at the sight of the sweater, which he felt was quite fitting for him with the emphasis on sloth. Beel loved the pizza Christmas tree and was tempted to eat it, and he would have had his twin not stopped him. Lucifer was not amused by his rather gaudy sweater or the fact that Satan compared him to The Grinch. On the other hand, Satan was quite fond of his sweater since it sported a cat. The Avatar of Wrath thought the grumpy cat also resembled Lucifer, which made his older brother glare at him.

After Barbatos explained the meaning behind his sweater to Diavolo, the prince found it absolutely endearing that the T-Rex could not reach the presents at its feet. He also felt bad for this dinosaur and wished he could somehow help the poor creature. On the other hand, the butler smirked when he saw his own sweater. In contrast, the butler smirked when he saw his own sweater, knowing that he could undoubtedly get you or anyone else on the naughty list.

Mammon found his sweater hilarious and laughed because he knew in a matter of a few minutes, he would no longer be innocent and would be found guilty. Solomon looked questioning at Mammon, wondering why the second brother was laughing to himself. Was his Christmas sweater really that funny? The sorcerer examined his own sweater and chuckled - truer words had never been spoken. He preferred to stay on the naughty list and loved every minute of it.

After getting ready, you went into your bathroom to brush your hair and touch up your makeup. As you brushed your hair, you noticed unfamiliar packets dumped in the trash bin. You didn't remember using any product with a black and blue exterior. Examining the packets, you recognized them as the very same items that Mammon had hidden from you days prior. There was no logical reason for them to be there, so why had the second brother tossed them in your trash bin?

Upon closer inspection, you realized that he had attempted to hide them underneath the trash overhead, but they had been inadvertently exposed due to the movement of the trash above. Curiously picking up one of the packets, you noticed what the letters said and quickly ran out of your bathroom, down the hall, and downstairs. But you are too late.

You noticed Mammon in a corner by the fireplace, laughing heartily. Rapidly surveying the room, you saw Lucifer leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed and eyes closed, seemingly unaffected by the situation. However, his eyebrows and the corners of his lips kept twitching, indicating that he was irritated. Still, his pride refused to allow him to openly display his emotions despite his annoyance.

Then, you saw Levi standing in front of the sofas, desperately attempting to reach his back with a perplexed expression. In contrast, Satan seemed to be taking advantage of the corner created by two walls intersecting, rubbing himself against it to scratch his back. Asmo stood near Solomon, panicking and fearing that his flawless skin would be contaminated by the unpleasant sensations he was experiencing. On the other hand, Solomon remained calm and unbothered, using a back scratcher to reach the unreachable places as he listened to Asmo's complaints.

Barbatos stood by Lucifer with his usual joyless smile, seemingly unaffected by the irritation. It was as if he had predicted what would happen and had prepared himself for it ahead of time. In front of him stood Diavolo, who requested the butler's assistance to help scratch his back. Beel remained seated at the dining table, unwilling to give up his meal. He continued enjoying his dinner with one hand while the other scratched Belphie's back. However, the Avatar of Gluttony rubbed his back against the backrest of his chair, hoping to quell the itch bugging him.

You shot a glare at Mammon, who was too occupied with enjoying the chaos and the suffering of the others to pay you any mind. With a look of determination, you ran up to Mammon, grabbed the collar of his sweater, and dumped the remainder of the itching powder into the back of his apparel. The Avatar of Greed yelped, and in moments, he began rolling around on the ground to relieve the itching sensation that now plagued him.

After an hour, everyone gathered back in the living room, annoyed by Mammon's prank to put itching powder in their Christmas sweaters. You stood by the windows and observed the changing weather outside as the snow flurries danced to the rhythm of the wind. Why was the weather taking a turn for the worse? Pushing the thought aside, you turned around to see myriad glares directed at Mammon.

The Avatar of Greed shrugged his shoulders and nonchalantly said, "It ain't a party without someone causin' chaos. That's what the demon brothers are known for, y'know."

The room was filled with an eerie silence after Mammom's comment until Diavolo broke into laughter. He found some truth in the Avatar of Greed's words and agreed. The demon brothers were well-known for their chaotic tendencies, so the inclusion of a 'chaotic touch' was bound to add some entertainment. As the prince laughed, the other demon brothers exchanged confused gazes, yet none said a word, still irritated about experiencing the uncontrollable itching that Mammon had bestowed upon them.

However, Diavolo spoke up in the Avatar of Greed's defense, proclaiming, "It is Christmas today, so forgive Mammon for his doing. It was harmless fun."

Though the other brothers disagreed with the prince's words, they reluctantly decided to let the incident slide, but only for the sake of maintaining peace on Christmas.

"Ah, speaking of Christmas. (Y/n), would you mind explaining to everyone what Christmas is all about?" Solomon said out of the blue. The glint of mischief in his eyes brewed a bad feeling in the pits of your stomach, but against your judgment, you ignored it. What harm could come from explaining to the demons what Christmas was all about? At least, that was what you thought until you began to explain.

"It is a celebration of the birth of-" Your explanation came to a screeching halt when a shocking revelation left you dumbfounded and speechless. Everyone watched in curiosity as the color began to slowly drain from your face.

"Ah, allow me to finish (y/n)'s sentence," Solomon flashed an impish smile. "Christmas is the celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ, meaning you demons celebrated a holiday related to the son of God."

The entire room went silent. All you saw were open mouths, wide eyes, and pale faces. How had you forgotten the most crucial detail about Christmas?

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