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daydreamgoddess14 · 13 days ago

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Could you do a River x Reader mistletoe kiss for Ficmas 2024?❤️(Maybe with some smut…🫣)

Mistletoe Magic

River Cartwright x F!Reader insert. No y/n, l/n.

This one was so much fun to write! I had the time of my life on this, you might be able to tell?! 😅

I took some inspiration from this (surprisingly not Jack Lowden) gifset (phew! 🥵) and from some slightly feral conversations...

Really hope you like it Anon 😘 Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals! 💜

The YouTube tutorial was giving you a headache.

It kept going too fast, so you slowed the video down, only for it to then be going too slow.

Blowing your hair from your face you stand up to admire your handiwork.

It's… not great.

The white icing is too runny and the red too thick so the red keeps forcing the white off. The green beads slide off to the side, and there's more icing on you than there is on the biscuits.

“Fuck offfff!” You huff, slamming the piping bag down on the counter.

It squirts icing over the tray.

“They look good,” River says, looking over your shoulder.

“They look like Freya made them,” you mumble, thinking about how your niece is probably better with a piping bag than you are.

“She’s two.”

“And a half.”

“Come and sit, I've found us a new Netflix show?” He asks, taking a beer from the fridge.

“In a minute, I just want to get this right.”

He sighs heavily and turns to leave, walking straight into the sprig of mistletoe that's been hung in the kitchen doorway for the last two weeks.

He bats it away, rolling his eyes.

“Why is this still in the fucking way?” He mutters.

Your bad mood is clearly contagious.

“Because, for the millionth time, it's romantic.”

“It's not remotely romantic, it's a parasitic plant that relies on a host to stay alive.”

“So it's codependent,” you bite back. “Mum hung it in our kitchen all year to remind us we're not too busy for each other.”

“Your dad told me it's because she forgot to take it down every year.”

“Well then you should be able to walk through a door without walking into it, shouldn’t you?”

“It’s a weed, you’re hanging the shittest plant ever in your kitchen.”

The biscuits, the arguing over mistletoe, it was all too much.

You march over to where River is still standing by the door and tug the sprig from the little hook you'd wedged it onto.

“Fine, River. Fuck the fucking mistletoe,” you throw it on the top of the recycling pile. “And the fucking biscuits,” you tip the tray towards the bin and watch the iced biscuits slide in. “Shall we just cancel the lot, Ebenezer?”

He watches you drop the tray loudly into the sink.

“I'm going for a bath,” you mutter, squeezing past him in the doorway.

Your first Christmas together.

You wanted it to be perfect, a mix of old and new traditions.

You'd put so much pressure on yourself to really embody Christmas.

Making iced biscuits to take to your first introduction to River's colleagues, running around sorting things for your mum and grandma, endless shopping, wrapping, decorating…

Roll on Boxing day when it would all be over.

You sit miserably in the bath.

The candles aren't giving ‘cosy and relaxing’.

More like stressed and inadequate.

Slowly, in the tepid water, you realign your thoughts enough to know that you should apologise to River.

It's not his fault you're trying so hard.

You want his colleagues to like you, you want his grandfather to like you.

You especially want him to see a future with you in it.

A festively deranged dream girl.

Yeah, maybe not.

This would be your first and last Christmas together at this rate.

With a sigh, you let the bath water drain away, mustering the energy to move before you get cold.

The bedroom is littered with fairy lights.

You'd left the box on the kitchen table to somehow hang around the window if you ever had time, but River, in the time you were stewing in the bath, had looped them around the headboard.

The real fire in your bedroom had been lit and the bed was a haven of blankets and cushions.

Your eyes swam with tears.

“Oh shit, you're out already,” he joined you in the doorway, a bottle of wine in one hand and the mistletoe in the other.

“You didn't need to do all of this,” you start, a wobble in your voice.

“I wanted to, I was a dick earlier -”

“No, no you weren't, I was wanting everything to be perfect, and I just went so overboard. Not everything needs to be so festive all the time, and I'm not Mrs fucking Claus, and I'm sorry for trying to force you to like Christmas.”

His quiet laugh forces you to look up at him.

“There's no need to laugh at me -”

“I'm not, I promise I'm not. Babe, you haven't forced me to like Christmas. C'mere,” he nudged you with his elbow to the bed, his hands still full.

You eyed the wine and mistletoe with suspicion, wary that he was actually just taking the piss.

He put them both down and turned to face you, lifting your chin.

“I swear I'm not laughing at you,” he tells you sincerely. “It’s important to you, so it’s important to me.”

“I just wanted your colleagues to like me,” you mumble. It feels like a pathetic admission.

“I don’t,” River laughs. Your eyebrows knit in confusion. “I want you all to myself.”

He trails his hand from your chin and down the column of your throat, stopping where you'd twisted the edges of your towel closed.

With a swift flick of his hand, the twist is undone and the towel pools at your feet.

Your breath hitches at the unexpected action.

“I want to make you happy,” he says.

A shiver races down your spine, raising goosebumps along the way.

He watches you intently, waiting to see whether he has been forgiven.

Whether you’d forgiven yourself.

“And I think,” he guides you to sit on the bed, “it’s time I got into the festive spirit, don’t you?”

River reaches for the bottle of wine and pulls the cork from the top.

He takes a drink straight from the bottle and then offers it to you.

He keeps his hand on the bottle, tilting it towards you.

Sitting on the bed, you’re able to clamp your thighs together to try and elicit some friction.

Despite the goosebumps, heat rushes through your body as he dominates your space.

You feel exposed, your body bared to him while he remains fully clothed.

He casts his eyes over you, the blue irises darkening.

The only indication that his composure is hanging by a thread is the tiniest tremor in the wine bottle tilted above you.

Holding his stare, you open your mouth enough for him to pour a splash of wine onto your tongue.

He tilts the bottle again, waiting for you to be ready.

The second time, he misjudges the pour slightly and drops of red wine spill down your chin and drip into your lap.

You manage to swallow the wine that did make it into your mouth before the giggle that’s bubbled inside you spills out.

It’s contagious.

Both laughing, you reach up to wipe the spilled wine, but his spare hand grips your wrist delicately.

He moves towards you, encouraging you further back onto the bed to make room for him.

Once he’s finally alongside you rather than towering over you, River drops your wrist and leans into you. Careful to make sure the wine doesn’t spill again, he catches your eye as he kisses where it splashed onto your chin.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” you whisper, your eyes twinkling.

He returns the grin and passes you the bottle.

Your old bed frame complains as he hops off, pulling off his thick knit sweater and kicking off his jeans.

You can’t tear your eyes from him, watching him as you take a swig from the bottle.

Before you can swallow, he climbs onto the bed, a knee between your legs, and kisses you.

The wine is shared between you in the kiss and it’s so intoxicating, the bottle almost slips from your hand as you try to reach for him.

He takes it back from you and sits back on his heels so he can hold it above you again.

You shake your head a little, laughing at his new favourite game. His eyebrow arches, challenging you.

You open your mouth for the wine, but he deliberately misses this time.

A trickle of red wine spills down your neck and between your breasts.

“Oh no,” he murmurs mischievously. “I’d better clean that up.”

Your laughter dies in your throat, replaced with a shaking breath when his warm tongue devours the stained liquid from your skin.

“Fuck, River -”

When he sits back up, you take the wine from him and take a long drink.

You hold it on your tongue and tap your lip. With a grin, he barrels into you, pushing you both backwards.

With his mouth still on yours, he takes the bottle back and blindly manages to put it safely on the table beside you.

When he breaks the kiss again, his attention is fully on you, trapped beneath him in the pile of blankets he’s created for you.

“Still not festive enough,” he declares, sitting up again. You move to sit up alongside him, but he gently nudges you back down. “Stay there, you.”

“What are you up to?”

“You’ll see,” he teases. “Close your eyes.”

“Thought I was going to see?” you giggle.

“No need to be cheeky, I’ll keep you waiting even longer -”

“Keep me waiting for what?”

He doesn’t respond so you experimentally open one eye to find him still watching you.

You feel your cheeks flush pink.

“You should have more patience,” he says in a low voice.

Your eyes widen in faux shock.

“Me? Patience?” You query the most impatient man you’ve ever met.

He raises his eyebrows, waiting for you to close your eyes again.

You do as you're told.

It feels like an eternity until you feel his hand on your calf.

Your breath trembles with anticipation while you wait for more.

It’s almost impossible to tell exactly where he is.

His lips ghost over your earlobe as he whispers, “keep them closed.”

The first graze over your thigh makes you jump - it’s not his hands, or his mouth…

Your eyebrows pinch together and nervous butterflies swarm your belly.

Then you feel the heat of his mouth in the same spot, and you relax.

You’ve no idea where the next touch is going to land until something tickles across the sole of your left foot.

“Don’t kick me,” he whispers with a little laugh, replacing whatever it was that touched you with his lips.

“River -” you hiss, doing your best to not kick him.

When it’s against your neck, you try harder to identify what it could be.

It scratches a little, it’s neither warm, nor particularly cold…

When it’s once again replaced by his mouth, you realise what it is.

Mistletoe.

“I know what you’re doing,” you murmur, arching your body to meet his kiss.

“Do you, now?”

The plastic sprig drags over your lips and is immediately swapped out for his mouth, his tongue gliding along your bottom lip in search of access.

You pull him over you with arms looped around his neck, but he resists.

“I’m not done yet,” he tells you. “Eyes closed.”

The next graze goes from under your right breast and up to scratch roughly over your nipple.

It sends sparks down your back as you eagerly wait for the kiss that follows.

When it doesn’t, you open your eyes.

He pauses, his eyes locked on yours.

You arch your back, silently begging for his mouth to replace the soft brush of plastic, but he resists.

"Please," you urge, "more."

With your eyes open, you can see him move the mistletoe to the birthmark on your hip.

A delicate scratch, and then a lingering kiss.

"You missed a bit," you giggle, referring to the kiss he hadn't placed on your breast.

He grins, his lips still against your hip, as he looks up at you. "I didn't miss a thing," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "I told you, you're just impatient."

He trails a series of kisses up your stomach, his tongue tracing a path towards your breast.

He deliberately slows as he gets closer, his mouth hovering just above the sensitive skin.

The mistletoe scratches again, a little harder, making you gasp.

He watches your reaction with a satisfied smile, his eyes fixed on your face as he continues to tease you.

"You like that, hmm?" he asks, his voice low.

He moves the mistletoe down to your belly button, the tips of the leaves gently scratching your skin as he follows the path with his lips.

He looks up at you again, his eyes burning with desire. "You look so beautiful like this," he murmurs, his voice thick with need.

You shiver, anticipating where his next stop might be, but he skips past where you need his mouth the most, and pulls the mistletoe down your thigh.

He plants a trail of kisses in their wake, his lips brushing over your sensitive flesh, but still not giving you quite what you crave.

He uses it to tickle the back of your knees, a breathless giggle erupting from you.

He grins at your laughter, enjoying the reaction he's getting from you.

"Someone's ticklish," he teases, his eyes filled with amusement.

"You know I am," you huff.

River lifts his head, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

He lets out a low chuckle, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in your needy pleas.

"I do think my festive spirit still needs some work," he muses as you squirm underneath him.

He moves the sprig of mistletoe up your body, the plastic leaves brushing against your skin.

He looks down at you with a sly smile, his eyes roaming over your body as if searching for any missed spots.

"Let me think..." he starts, his voice playful. "I don't think I did, but just in case, did I miss anywhere?”

You instinctively arch your back at his words, trying to divert his gaze.

He notices your attempt and lets out a soft chuckle.

"Eager, are we?" he teases, his eyes flickering down to your chest before moving back up to your face.

He drags the sprig up between your breasts, the plastic scratching just enough to send a shiver up your spine as he brings it up over your pebbled nipple.

"Ahh here we are, I haven't been here yet," he dips his head lower, bringing his mouth to the sensitive skin under your breast. He plants a series of soft kisses following the curve.

He licks a spot of red wine left on your skin, his tongue hot and insistent.

"You're cruel," you sigh.

"Cruel?" he echoes, feigning innocence. "Me? I'm just trying to spread some Christmas cheer, sweetheart."

He grins down at you, his expression both playful and mischievous. "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't help you feel Christmassy?”

"I thought I was the one helping you," you huff impatiently.

He gazes down at your body, the trails of red wine staining your skin.

His eyes wander over your body, following the trails of red wine staining your skin.

"Oh, you definitely are," he says, his words carrying an edge of possessiveness.

River places the sprig of mistletoe in your hand, closing your fingers around it. With a quick kiss to your lips, he murmurs, “Hang onto this for me.”

His voice is low and suggestive, his eyes filled with unspoken desires.

He guides your hand down to rest on your hip, the sprig of mistletoe strategically placed above your core. He looks down at you with a satisfied smile, clearly pleased with what he sees.

"Perfect," he whispers, his voice low and filled with admiration.

He pushes your legs apart, settling himself between your thighs with a sly grin. His eyes lock with yours as he glances at your hand, still holding the mistletoe in place.

"Keep it there," he says, his voice slightly cocky. "Just let me take care of the rest.”

"That's my girl," he murmurs, getting comfortable. You ache with anticipation, desperately waiting for his touch.

He takes a moment to admire the view before looking up at you.

"Working so hard to make sure everyone else gets what they want," he kisses the birthmark on your hip again, his beard scratching your thigh.

"Always putting everyone else first. Always making sure everyone's taken care of before yourself.”

You feel seen, at last.

"Time for some new Christmas traditions, just for us?" he wonders, glancing up at you, his expression thoughtful. "Yeah," he says, his voice growing softer. He moves closer to you, his lips hovering just above your skin. "Just you and me, creating our own special traditions.”

He covers your hand with his own, his fingers wrapping around the mistletoe you're clutching tightly. He looks at you with a smile and says, "The mistletoe should definitely stay." He pauses for a moment, his eyes flickering to the kitchen where the mistletoe used to hang. "But instead of hanging it in the kitchen, let's hang it in the bedroom," he says with a wicked gleam in his eye.

He releases your hand, looking down at the mistletoe still held firmly in your grasp. He looks up at you and asks, "Are you keeping that there?"

When you nod firmly, he grins. "Good girl," he murmurs, satisfaction evident in his voice.

He glances back down, his tongue tracing the curve of his lower lip as if savoring the thought of what's to come. His eyes are dark with desire as he looks at you, his breath quickening in anticipation.

Your hips arch up towards him, a desperate attempt to find the contact you crave. He catches the movement, his hands tightening around your hips as he holds you steady.

"Patience, sweetheart," he whispers, his voice low and filled with need. "I want to take my time.”

"Please, River," you whisper hoarsely, your voice desperate and pleading. The feeling of his warm breath against your core is almost too much to bear, and you find yourself on the verge of begging for him to take you.

"Please what?" he asks in a low, gravelly tone. "What is it you want?”

Your voice trembles as you plead for his touch. "I need you to touch me," you say, the words tinged with desperation.

He moves his hands to spread your thighs further open, his touch both gentle and firm. His lips brush against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, leaving a trail of hot kisses as he moves closer to your core. He nips at the skin lightly with his teeth, a playful gesture that only heightens the anticipation building within you.

His nose brushes up against your clit, the rough texture sending shivers up your spine. You gasp at the contact, your body trembling. Its almost too much to bear, and you wonder if you'll be able to hold on much longer.

"Yessss," you sigh, your voice a desperate plea. "Please, there… please," you beg, your body arching towards his mouth.

He chuckles softly at your lack of composure, enjoying the way you've come undone under his touch. "That's what I like to hear," he growls, his breath hot against your skin. "Beg for me.”

"I need you," you cry, your free hand reaching for him, the other still clutching the mistletoe.

"Yeah?" he asks, his voice dripping with satisfaction. Your voice trembles as you speak. "I need you every day," you say, your words laced with desperation. "I need this every day."

His smile widens at your pleading, and he responds in a low, seductive tone. "Every day? Greedy,” he teases.

Your free hand drifts closer to your core, your body aching for release. You're so desperate and needy, wanting nothing more than to find release at his hand.

"Please, just touch me, River," you beg, your voice strained and pleading. He watches your hand as it moves closer to your core, unable to look away.

Finally, he relents to your demands and gives you what you've been begging for. He drags his tongue through your folds, the feeling sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

You moan at the contact, your body arching towards his mouth. "Oh," you gasp, your voice breathless.

He goes to work, his tongue moving expertly over your sensitive flesh. He revels in the sounds he pulls from you, relishing in each moan and gasp as your body responds to his touch.

He teases your clit with a featherlight touch, but it's not enough. It's never enough.

“Riverrrr -”

The bastard laughs, knowing exactly what he's doing to you.

“You try telling me you're the patient one again, I'll willingly demonstrate that you're not.”

You gasp as he seeks to prove his theory, sucking on your clit while he drives two fingers into your soaked pussy.

Any argument to the contrary evaporates from your mind, all you can focus on is your blood roaring in your ears.

You reach a point of no return, your body shuddering with pleasure as you crumble bonelessly beneath him.

He gently extracts the crushed mistletoe from your hand, tossing it towards the table with a careless flick of his wrist. He looks down at you, filled with satisfaction and desire as he takes in the red scratches marking your lower belly.

He moves up your body, his lips tracing a path from your stomach up to your neck. "Looks like you got a little carried away, sweetheart," he murmurs, soothing the scratches with his thumb.

He captures your mouth in a passionate kiss, his body pressing firmly against yours as his weight settles between your legs. The taste of you on his lips only serves to ignite your desire even further, and you find yourself arching up to him, desperate for more contact.

With your knees at his hips, you attempt to flip him over, but he quickly catches on to your plan. He laughs into your neck and surprises you by rolling over instead, pulling you on top of him in a swift move.

"You're in charge now, are you?” he teases, his hands resting on your hips as he holds you against his body.

You roll your hips against him, seeking more friction and more pleasure. "I want more, River" you say, your voice full of need.

He grins at your insistence, his hands tightening on your hips as you reach over for the wine bottle. He sits up as you lean into him, aiming a well placed bite under your breast as it brushes past him. He pulls you with him and settles you in his lap. This time, the tables are turned, and it's your turn to hold the bottle to his mouth, watching as he takes a gulp of the wine.

You take another swig of the wine, deliberately letting it dribble down your chin and onto your chest. He watches with a predatory gaze as the liquid trails down your skin, his eyes darkening with desire.

He leans in and captures the dribbling wine with his tongue, licking up the droplets as they trail down your skin.

You gasp and moan as he drags his tongue over your sensitive skin, trailing a hot, wet path between your breasts and up to the hollow of your throat.

Your hips buck against him involuntarily at the feel of his tongue on your skin, your body yearning for more contact, more pleasure.

You shift on your knees, positioning yourself over him. You take another swig of the wine, feeling a bit tipsy as the alcohol warms your body.

With a smile, you lean down to kiss him, sharing the wine between you as your lips lock together.

There's a cheeky grin on your face as you murmur, "New party trick."

He responds with a low growl, his hands rubbing and kneading the flesh of your thighs in his large palms. "Private parties only," he clarifies, his voice gruff with desire.

Without warning, he suddenly pulls you down, his hands on your hips guiding you to where he wants you. You gasp at the sudden shift, your body tensing in anticipation as he splits you open on his cock.

He gives you a moment to adjust to the feeling of him inside you. You take another mouthful of wine, feeling the alcohol burning a path down your throat. He watches with hunger in his eyes as droplets trickle down your chin, unable to resist the urge to lap them up with his tongue.

"So beautiful," he murmurs huskily, his hands gripping your hips as you undulate against him.

"You're so good for me," you whine, your voice filled with need and desire.

He responds with a low growl, his hands tightening on your hips as he starts to move against you. "That's it, sweetheart," he encourages, his eyes locking with yours. "Just let me take care of you.”

You lean in, holding his gaze and pressing your forehead against his.

"You already do," you whisper, your voice trembling with pleasure.

He responds with a fierce kiss, his hands sliding up to cup your face, holding you close as you continue to move against him.

You rise and fall on his cock within his tight embrace, sticky with wine and slick with sweat.

The near empty bottle drops onto the bed.

You cry out, his name tumbling from your lips as waves of pleasure ripple through your body. You're completely overcome, your senses consumed by the intense sensations he's stirring within you.

He holds you close, whispering words of praise and encouragement as you ride out the waves of ecstasy. "That's it, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly. "Let go”

You continue to thrust against him, wanting him to find his own release "come for me, River," you beg, your voice filled with need and desire.

He groans at your words, his eyes darkening. His hips stutter, losing their rhythm as he approaches the edge. "I'm close, sweetheart," he grunts, his voice strained. "I'm so close.”

"Let me feel you," you say, your voice urgent and needy.

His body tenses at your request as you rock against him. "You want to feel it, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice rough with need.

His fingers dig into your hips, holding you tight as he teeters on the brink. Your name becomes a mantra on his lips, his breath coming in sharp gasps as he reaches the brink, filling you up.

Finally spent, he collapses against you, his face burying into your neck. You quickly catch the wine bottle before it can spill everywhere, sighing contentedly as you feel his body pressed against yours.

You glance around at the scattered pieces of mistletoe on the bed and the splashes of red wine staining the sheets. A satisfied smile graces your lips as you turn your attention back to him, running your fingers through his hair.

"Feeling festive yet?" you tease, your voice full of affection.

"I think I do see the appeal, actually," he smiles against your skin and you can feel the warmth of his breath on your neck. "I can't believe you threw the biscuits in the bin though."

His warm hands glide up and down your back, holding you close in his lap. You feel him stir against you, and you can't help but let out a soft groan at the sensation.

"Ready for more already?" you murmur, wiggling against him teasingly.

"Always," he murmurs. "That shit wine we brought tastes much better when I drink it off you," he licks your neck where no wine remains, but your skin is stained.

"Maybe we should try icing next time," he suggests, his lips lingering at your ear as he whispers, "chocolate, perhaps?"

You shiver at the thought of him licking chocolate off your skin, the mental image sending a wave of heat through your body. "Think I prefer the wine," you giggle.

He grins against your skin, his hands tightening on your hips. You feel him hardening again inside you. "You just like it when I have an excuse to get my tongue on you," he murmurs, his tone cocky.

"Your confidence is well placed, for once," you tease, smiling up at him.

His hands sliding up to cup your face. "Cheeky," he responds, his eyes sparkling with affection.

He grins at the way your bodies fit together, "I get plenty of good feedback."

You moan in response as he rolls your hips into his, the friction shooting sparks through your body. "I can see why," you breathe, your head falling back.

"I'm very results-driven," he teases, his tongue following the path his teeth have made along your jawline. "I always strive for excellence."

You gasp as he continues his trail of kisses, your body heating up under his touch. "You certainly deliver on that," you manage to say, your voice shaky.

“Under promise, over deliver.”

"And here I thought you were just being a grumpy Scrooge about Christmas," you murmur.

He laughs at your comment, his hands rubbing small circles along your hips. "Exactly, that's what I wanted you to think. I can be festive," he grins, "I just have my own way of celebrating. And this is far more fun than carols and mistletoe.”

"I think the mistletoe had its benefits, actually," you admit, the memory of his kisses trailing over your skin.

His hands continue to roam over your body. "Who knew, eh?" he teases, leaning in to place a kiss on your collarbone.

Your hips begin to move against him again, reigniting the fire in your veins as you feel his desire for you still burning strong.

His grip on you is tightening as he responds to your movements. He lays back, a wolfish grin on his face as he watches you take charge. He enjoys the view of you straddling him. "You look so good up there," he murmurs, his hands resting possessively on your thighs. "I think you're more than enough to make me appreciate Christmas," he decides.

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snwusberry · 16 days ago

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🎄✨ CHRISTMAS 2024: DECEMBER 9th

pairing: jiung x black reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers

warning(s): none

wc: 1399

reader pov

i wanna strangle this man right now. maybe even pop his head off, who knows?

i don't know what i was doing or where my mind was when he booked an ice skating session but here i am shaking in these damn skates, looking down at the, disappointed in myself for not saying anything. i can't skate. what are we even doing at a skating rink?

"you ready?" my best friend, jiung asks and my attention snaps back to the current moment.

look, i love him dearly but right now, hes public enemy number one. then again, he's got that smile that's so hard to say no to, so i can't really stay mad at him.

"i am but if i start wobbling out there, i'm holding onto you and we'll fall together." i warn him playfully and he salutes, making me smile.

"don't worry, i'll break your fall." he tells me lowly and my heart does this weird thing it's been doing whenever he says something like that, and its been doing that for a long time. let's not go into it.

we walk on out to the freezing ice rink, beautifully decorated for the festive season with christmas garlands spiraling every pole, accompanied by the twinkling of the warm toned fairy lights. christmas music is playing lowly on the speakers and the low murmur of the many different conversations fill my ears.

it's a beautiful time of the year.

what's not beautiful, however, is the sight of me struggling to find my footing once we get onto the ice.

"uhhh... ji?" i shakily say, gripping onto the man's arm for dear life.

"i've got you. don't worry." he chuckles softly, going in front of me and taking hold of my hands. he intertwines our fingers and i grip his hand so tightly, i'm sure i'm cutting off all circulation. "here let me guide you. just follow my lead."

he skates backwards, slightly wobbly, but still stable enough to support the both of us. he shows me how to keep my balance on the ice, laughing everytime i stumble. little bitch.

"think you can do it on your own?" he asks me and i look at him in pure panic. alone, he said???

"if you even think of letting me go i will cut all tied with you and your family."

"you wouldn't do that. my mom loves you." he says, loosening his grip on my hand.

"jiung."

"relax. do what i showed you. unless you wanna use the balance aid."

i look behind me where theres a kid skating with the help of a penguin balance aid and look back at jiung helplessly. "you wouldn't."

"i'll request one right now. i'm sure they've got adult ones."

"fine, i'll do it." i concede and try to find my balance. i slowly let go of him and attempt to start moving, he stays close by in case i fall, and i'm not gonna lie, its doing something to me right now.

i blame it on being single in winter.

"ji, i'm doing it." i exclaim, my voice full of excitement which was short lived because i wobble and fall.

i look up at jiung whos now holding in his laughter, earning him a glare.

"sorry, sorry. you just looked so cute just now."

SHUT UP AND KISS ME!

"tell that to my aching butt." i jab back and he helps me stand up.

"come, i think we can call it a day." he says and i cannot agree more.

we stake off the ice and return the skates, going to the locker we rented out to put our belongings.

"wasnt that fun?" he asks, breaking the silence.

"if fun means having wet pants then yeah."

"hey, it was still fun. you looked like bambi taking his first steps out there.".

"i looked like something out of a nature doc? jiung, how dare you?" i question in fake offense.

"it was cute."

i can't do this. if he keeps calling me cute, i might just stop breathing. he doesn't know about the feelings i'm harboring and i'd actually like to keep it that way. i don't want to put us in an awkward situation where he rejects me and our friendship gets ruined. we haven't been friends all our lives, we've only known each other for four years and in those four years i've grown to like him, but hes never goven me any sign that he feels the same so i just keep it hidden.

only problem is that its become unbearable being around him. my heart yearns to tell him, to throw caution to the wind and let him know how i feel, that i want us to be more than friends. it got difficult to be around him, especially in moments like this. when he says the things that he does, though he means it platonically, my dumb self takes it differently. that's why when he does something as simple as call me cute, my heart leaps out of my chest.

"are you okay? you've been rather quiet." jiung says and my eyes snap to him.

"yeah, i'm good. i'm fine. they've got a small cafe there in the corner, we should probably go warm up there." i suggest, breaking eye contact.

"great idea. let's go." he takes my hand and leads us to the cozy little café. it's very small, considering the fact that it's in the rink but there's not a lot of occupied tables so we can sit here nicely.

"hello, what would you two like to order?" the lovely cashier asks, smiling widely.

"just two coffees please." jiung orders and the cashier taps on the screen, printing out our slip and we go take a seat after he hands it to us.

"is that all?"

"yes, that will be all, thank you."

"alright, heres your ticket. your order will be out soon."

we thank the cashier and go sit down. our drinks come shortly after with a slice of apple cinnamon tart that we didn't order.

"for the lovely couple. enjoy." the waiter said, walking away without any explanation. huh...

i turn back to jiung who's smirking at me.

"you didn't deny when hlshe called us a couple." he says to me, his smirk not leaving his face and i shift awkwardly in my seat, looking at my cup in front of me before going a head and taking a sip. "its ho-"

i fucking burnt my tongue, causing him to laugh.

"hey is not funny." i tell him and he shakes his head.

"you're so clumsy today. you on the ice reminds me on bambi."

"shut up."

"i'm still curious though." he says, mire seriously this time, and i hesitate before talking.

"you didn't deny either." i answer, feeling my heart rate quicken.

"because i liked the idea of it." everything stops.

"what?"

"i like you." he confesses and i almost didn't hear him with the ringing in my ear. did he just say that?

did the man i've had feeling for for years upon years, really just tell me. that he likes me?

"what?"

he smiles, taking my hand in his and he looks me right in the eye.

"i, choi jiung, have feelings for you. stronger than those a friend should have for a friend."

"jiung, i... how long have you felt this way?"

"years. i never had the courage to tell you but today... i don't know, maybe someone seeing us as a couple made me feel good inside so i couldn't keep it in any longer. listen, you don't have to feel the need to tell me that you like me ba-"

"i like you jiung." i tell him, cutting him of and his smile grows wider.

"you do?"

"so damn much. i thought i'd have to keep it to myself for the longest time because i didn't think you'd feel the same." i admit, my eyes darting around for a little while.

"you have no idea how happy i am to hear that."

"so what now?"

"i take you on a real date. next week? how does that sound?" he asks and i smile.

"it's a date."

"now eat up bambi, there's still a lot we have to do today."

"that nickname isn't going anywhere, is it?" i ask him, taking a bite from the tart.

"never."

#choi jiung #choi jiung imagines #jiung imagines #choi jiung scenarios #jiung scenarios #jiung fluff #p1harmony imagines #p1harmony scenarios #p1harmony fluff

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asystolenheart · 4 months ago

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🫀‼️DAMINIKA WEEK PROMPT VOTING WILL BEGIN TOMORROW‼️🫀

Everyone who participated in Flatline Week 2024 was messaged to submit prompt ideas for Daminika Week, now everyone who participated will be able to vote for 12 prompts they want to follow for Daminika Week !! The following are all the prompt ideas submitted, we wanted to give those who are voting time to decide what they will vote for, voting begins at the end of this timer.

Reunion -

Prom / School Dance -

Band AU -

Painter x Muse -

Comfort -

Beach Day / Beach -

Goodbyes -

Alternative Styles (emo, grunge, goth, v-kei / visual kei) -

Cartoon -

Historical Era (pick your favorite period in history and draw damian and nika in it) -

Funko Pop -

Cottage Core -

Video Game -

Gala / Formal -

Festival / Parade -

Manga Shopping -

My Chemical Romance -

Traditional Clothing -

Selfies - Amusement Park -

K-Pop -

Meeting the Family -

Training -

Pets / Animals -

Cosplay or Halloween Costume -

Vocaloid -

Genderbend / Gender Swap, or GL (Girl's Love) / BL (Boy's Love) -

Casual / Civilian -

Batmobile Joyride -

Horror Movie -

Neopets -

Role Reversal -

Royalty x Pirate -

Angel x Demon -

Dinner with the Al Ghul's -

JonJay Double Date -

First Date / Day Out -

Celebrity x Singer -

Vampire x Hunter -

Outfit Swap / Costume Swap -

Snow Day -

Stargazing -

Mythology -

Sharing Slushies (or ICEEs or Slurpies works too) -

Pocky Challenge -

Trick or Treat -

Ice Skating -

Cooking / Baking -

Dictionary (find a word and its meaning and make content of Damian and Nika based on that) -

Music (make content based on lyrics that remind you of Damian and Nika) -

Dancing -

Picnic -

Patrol Night / Fighting Together -

Concert -

Stolen Heart -

Texting each other -

Drawing (Damian and Nika drawing each other or together) -

Indie Horror Game -

Meister and Weapon (Soul Eater) -

In Every Universe (soulmates) -

Pining -

Phone Call -

Sunset -

Team Up With Other Heroes -

Spending Holidays Together -

In Beast World -

Trying each others traditional food -

Styling each others clothes -

Matching Outfits -

Twitter Post's -

Fursona -

My Little Pony / Pony Design -

Panel Redraw -

Time Loop AU (Nika and Damian stuck in a time-loop reliving the same day over and over again) -

Royalty AU

School AU / High School AU / Academic Rivalry -

Detective AU / Damian Vane x Nika Noir -

Paranormal AU -

Fairy Tale AU -

Damian's Shoujo Manga AU -

Shoujo Manga AU -

Medieval AU -

Body Swap AU -

Bodyguard AU -

Vampire AU -

Karaoke Night -

Flowers or Flower Picking -

Zoo Visit -

League of Assassins -

Future Self -

Long Distance -

Sanrio -

Monster High -

!!Selecting more than 12 prompts on the voting form will result in an error and you will not be able to submit your vote!!

These are all fan submitted prompts and we thank everyone who took the time and submitted prompt ideas <3

-Flatline Week Team

#flatline dc #nika dc #damian wayne #gravebird #daminika #dc robin #dc comics

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dailydemonspotlight · 9 months ago

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Day 11 - Pyro Jack / Jack-o'-lantern

Race: Fairy

Alignment: Neutral

April 3rd, 2024

On the streets at night in the cold, deep darkness, a candle flickers. You know this means only one thing. Hallow's eve is right around the corner. Introducing the second of the Jack Bros, Pyro Jack!

In Ireland since the 1700's, it's been a tradition to put up Jack-o'-lanterns as the month errs towards Halloween, inspired by the legend of a man known as 'Stingy Jack.' According to the story, there was a tricky drunk in an Irish town with the name Jack, a man who would sell a soul for six silver coins or break into a bank in order to fuel his ever-growing reliance on booze. He was hated, by even the heavens itself, yet soon he found himself at death's door. That is when the Devil came to him, to see if he was truly as terrible as the stories painted him out to be.

One night, Jack wandered the cobblestone roads before coming to a dreadful sight- a body, laying smack-dab in the center of the road. However, it had a face not of death, but rather, devilish envy, as the Devil himself made his presence known. Jack had one last request, one typical of a drunkard- to get one last drink in before the end. The Devil obliged, likely finding it foolish, and took him to a pub, where they both drank the night away. Jack, then, asked the Devil to cover his tab. His idea? To turn the beast into a silver coin. Impressed by his trickiness, the Devil did as asked... only to be slipped into a pocket with a crucifix, held captive by slippery Jack, who had now fucked with the devil himself. Baffled and trapped, the two made a deal- Jack would be given 10 more years on the earth.

Unsurprisingly, when the time came, Jack yet again tricked the Devil, and was granted eternal recompense, as the Devil was forced to make him never go to hell. Ever. When Jack's time came, however, his life of deceit and fraud only gave him a ticket out of Heaven's pearly gates, and the Devil wasn't one to give up on a deal either, so he was eventually forced back to earth, forever to roam as a lost spirit held alive by the flickering light of a lantern within a turnip. Ever since, Jack-o'-lanterns have been a popular tradition of Halloween, originally starting as incredibly freaky looking rutabagas before eventually changing to the far more iconic autumn fruit of a pumpkin.

The idea behind the lighting of the Jack-o'-lanterns is scarcely known, but it's mostly thought to be a tradition to help guide Stringy Jack along the roads and to help his soul find peace in his eternal roaming of the plains of earth.

Pyro Jack, unsurprisingly, is based on Jack-o'-lanterns, though mostly in his pumpkin head. The lantern he carries is likely an allusion to Stringy Jack, lighting the way for his soul to wander aimlessly in the megaten world. Being the second Jack Brother, Pyro Jack is also his counterpart, representing the flame to Jack Frost's ice. Pyro Jack is also based on the phenomenon of Will-o'-wisps, flickering lights that appear in the dead of night with no real explanation, typically around swampland and forests.

He typically appears in every SMT game, mostly as an early game demon, as well as a component to his big brother, Black Frost. Overall, Pyro Jack has a fun and festive Halloween design, some really fun folklore, and, while simple, works as a perfectly effective little spooky spirit in the smt series.

#shin megami tensei #smt #megaten #persona #daily #jack o' lantern #hi! im doing a lot better #i got a steroid inhaler and my health is looking up!!#pyro jack is a personal favorite of mine #if only because he's a component of my favorite demon of all time #also the ghost house music in new soup worked perfectly to set the mood for writing this one #so its a bit more flowery than most lmao #Halloween #is my favorite holiday for a reason

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gorbigorbi · 4 months ago

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Anna Tsygankova as Fairy and Timothy van Poucke as Young Man, "The Fairy’s Kiss" based on the short story "Isjomfruen The Ice Maiden" by Hans Christian Andersen, choreographer Aleksey Ratmansky, music by Igor Stravinsky ("Le Baiser de la fée"), set and costume design by Jérôme Kaplan, Het Nationale Ballet / Dutch National Ballet, Het Muziektheatre, Amsterdam, Netherlands.

As part of the program "Stravinsky Fairy Tales" ("The Ice Maiden" and "The Firebird", both ballets with choreography by Aleksey Ratmansky and music by Igor Stravinsky) and within the framework of the "2024 Holland Festival".

Co-production with Norwegian National Opera and Ballet.

Photographer Altin Kaftira

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brookstonalmanac · 22 days ago

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Holidays 12.3

Holidays

Advocate's Day (India)

Alka Seltzer Day

Be a Blessing Day

Cedar Tree Day (French Republic)

Community Day (Navarra, Spain)

Day of the Secretary (Chile)

Day of the Unknown Soldier (Ukraine)

E-Discovery Day

Family & Consumer Sciences Day

Flag Day (Saba)

Flamenco Guitar Day

Heart Transplant Day

Inflatable Pig Day

Intellivision Day

International Baboon Day

International Day of Persons with Disabilities (UN)

International Day of the Basque Language

International Disabled Day (Nepal)

Jazz Day

King Tupou I Day (Tonga)

Lawyer’s Day (Russia)

Let's Hug Day

Make a Gift Day

National Doctor’s Day (Cuba)

National Dorothy Day

National Harley Day

National Heather Day

National Isaac Day

National Lisa Day

National Phenylketonuria (PKU) Awareness Day

National Pig Tail Day

National Ronald Day

National Roof-Over-Your-Head Day

Reinvigorate Your Brain by Reading Something Day

ROC the Day (Rochester)

Rocky Day (Philadelphia)

Saba Day (Saba)

San Francisco Javier (Navarra, Spain)

Takata no Inoko (Peace & Good Harvest Festival; Japan)

Telescope Day

3D Printing Day

Tinsel Day

Tree Dressing Day (UK)

Walt Disney World Day

World Coati Day

World Disable Day (India)

World Loyalty Giving Day

World No Pesticide Use Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

International Trappist Beer Day

National Apple Pie Day [also 5.13]

National Green Bean Casserole Day

National Ice Cream Box Day

National Peppermint Latte Day

Peppermint Bark Cheesecake Day

Roquefort Day

Independence & Related Days

Edenia (a.k.a. Imperial Union of Edenia; Declared; 2017) [unrecognized]

Illinois Statehood Day (#21; 1818)

1st Tuesday in December

Crypto Giving Tuesday [Tuesday after Thanksgiving]

Giving News Day [Tuesday after Thanksgiving]

Giving Tuesday [Tuesday after Thanksgiving]

Taco Tuesday [Every Tuesday]

Takeout Tuesday [1st Tuesday of Each Month]

Target Tuesday [Every Tuesday]

Tater Tot Tuesday [Every Tuesday]

Throw Out Your Leftovers Day [Tuesday after Thanksgiving]

To-Do List Tuesday [1st Tuesday of Each Month]

Tranquil Tuesday [1st Tuesday of Each Month]

Travel Deal Tuesday [1st Tuesday]

Trivia Tuesday [Every Tuesday]

Two For Tuesday [Every Tuesday]

World Trick Shot Day [1st Tuesday]

Weekly Holidays beginning December 3 (1st Full Week of December)

Clerc-Gallaudet Week (thru 12.10)

Holiday Ale Festival Week (Portland, Oregon) [Begins in late Nov/early Dec] (Postponed for 2023-24)

Festivals Beginning December 3, 2024

Amarillo Farm & Ranch Show (Amarillo, Texas) [thru 12.5]

Greater Peoria Farm Show (Peoria, Illinois) [thru 12.5]

Night of the Proms (Frankfurt am Main, Germany) [thru 12.4]

Feast Days

Abbo of Auxerre (Christian; Saint)

Abraham of Alexandria, Pope (Coptic)

Adrian (a.k.a. Ethernan; Christian; Saint)

Birinus (Christian; Saint)

Bodhi Season, Day 3 (Buddhism; Secular Date) [Leading Up to 12.8] (a.k.a. ...

Principles: The Three Jewels

Secular: A Bodhi Day Carol

Eightfold Path: Awakened Speech

The Heart Sutra: Space

Bogatir Svatogor Day (Asatru/Slavic Pagan)

Bona Dea Festival (Roman Goddess of Good)

Cassian of Tangier (Christian; Saint)

Clarkson Frederick Stanfield (Artology)

Constantin Guys (Artology)

Copernicus (Positivist; Saint)

Cu Roi Mac Daire (Celtic Book of Days)

Daniel Seghers (Artology)

Emma (of Lesum or of Bremen; Christian; Saint)

Fairy and Goblin Taunt-and-Tease Saturnalia (Shamanism)

Feast of Cybele (Ancient Greece; Everyday Wicca)

Festival for Serket/Selket (Scorpion Goddess; Ancient Egypt)

Francis Xavier (Christian; Saint)

Gilbert Stuart (Artology)

Godzilla Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

International Say No to Selfies Day (Pastafarian)

Johann Nepomuk von Tschiderer zu Gleifheim (Christian; Blessed)

Joseph Conrad (Writerism)

Kate O’Brien (Writerism)

Lucius (Christian; Saint)

Max Meldrum (Artology)

Mengloth’s Day (Pagan)

Motorettes (Muppetism)

Pompaia (Procession to Zeus; Ancient Greece)

Power of Three — Musical Magic Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Sola (Christian; Saint)

Vibrator Day (Pastafarian)

William Gropper (Artology)

Zephaniah (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Prime Number Day: 337 [68 of 72]

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

The BBC Television Shakespeare (UK TV Series; 1978)

The Big Shrink, Parts 1 & 2 (Underdog Cartoon, S1, Eps. 21 & 22 1964)

Black Swan (Film; 2010)

Brown Sugar, recorded by The Rolling Stones (Song; 1969)

Bullwinkle Cleans Up or The Desperate Showers (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S5, Ep. 236; 1963)

Camelot (Broadway Musical; 1960)

The Chanukah Song, by Adam Sandler (Song; 1994)

Concerto in F, by George Gershwin (Piano Concerto; 1925)

Confess, by Patti Page (Song; 1947) [1st Recording with Overdubbed Vocals]

Dark Was the Night, Cold Was the Ground, recorded by Blind Willie Johnson (Song; 1927)

Do They Know It’s Christmas? (Charity Song; 1984)

Elvis (Comeback TV Special; 1968)

High Note (WB LT Cartoon; 1960)

House of Flying Daggers (Film; 2004)

A Leak in the Lake or The Drain Maker (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S5, Ep. 235; 1963)

I Love You Phillip Morris (Film; 2010)

Justify My Love, by Madonna (Music Video; 1990)

Machine Head, recorded by Deep Purple (Album; 1971)

My Generation, by The Who (Album; 1965)

The Oregon Trail (Video Game; 1971)

The Playful Pest (Phantasies Cartoon; 1943)

The Power of the Dog, by Thomas Savage (Novel; 1967)

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (Christmas TV Special; 1964)

Rubber Soul, by The Beatles (Album; 1965)

Spud (Film; 2010)

A Streetcar Named Desire, by Tennessee Williams (Play; 1947)

Symphony #1 in A, by Edward Elgar (Symphony; 1908)

A Taste of Catnip (WB MM Cartoon; 1966)

Thanks to the Saint, by Leslie Charteris (Short Stories 1957) [Saint #33]

The Town Santa Forgot (Hanna-Barbera Animated TV Special; 1993)

Unknown Soldiers, by Väinö Linna (Novel; 1954)

The Weapon Shops of Isher, by A.E. van Vogt (Novel; 1951)

Wild (Film; 2014)

You’re Sixteen, by Ringo Starr (Song; 1973)

Today’s Name Days

Emma, Franz Xaver, Jason (Austria)

Franjo, Lucije, Sofonija (Croatia)

Svatoslav (Czech Republic)

Svend (Denmark)

Leiger, Leino (Estonia)

Meri, Vellamo (Finland)

François-Xavier, Xavier (France)

Franz Xaver, Jason (Germany)

Glykerios (Greece)

Ferenc, Olívia (Hungary)

Francesco, Saverio (Italy)

Daile, Evija, Jogita, Raita (Latvia)

Atalija, Audinga, Gailintas, Ksaveras (Lithuania)

Svein, Sveinung (Norway)

Franciszek, Kasjan, Ksawery, Lucjusz, Unimir (Poland)

Gheorghe (România)

Oldrich (Slovakia)

Francisco, Javier (Spain)

Lydia (Sweden)

Javier, Malcolm, Malcom, Malik, Xavier, Xaviera (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 338 of 2024; 28 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 2 of Week 49 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Ngetal (Reed) [Day 10 of 28]

Chinese: Month 11 (Bing-Zi), Day 3 (Xin-Chou)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 2 Kislev 5785

Islamic: 1 Jumada II 1446

J Cal: 8 Black; Oneday [8 of 30]

Julian: 20 November 2024

Moon: 7%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 2 Bichat (13th Month) [Halley / Kepler]

Runic Half Month: Is (Stasis) [Day 12 of 15]

Season: Autumn or Fall (Day 72 of 90)

Week: 1st Full Week of December

Zodiac: Sagittarius (Day 12 of 30)

Calendar Changes

Jumādā al-ʾŪlā (a.k.a. Jumada I) [جُمَادَىٰ ٱلْأُولَىٰ] (Islamic Calendar) [Month 5 of 12] (First of the Parched Land; Pre-Islamic Summer)

#Birthdays

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magicmorningmeteora · 4 months ago

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Best graduation dress

#hello! project #morning musume #fukumura mizuki #sayashi riho #suzuki kanon #ice fairy festival #2024 ice fairy festival #m3 mysteries

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hecrtled · 6 months ago

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ THE HUMANS WERE throwing some kind of party ! and that meant that everyone invited needed to be wearing their best ! fawn wasn't a sewing-talent fairy , or even a tinker talent fairy ! but she knew how to make her own clothes — so a marigold dress it was ! fancy dresses weren't usually her thing ... but sometimes it was really nice to dress up a little !

floating in front of the mirror she and queenie had found , fawn twirled , and the petals of her dress swirled around her feet. the bright jingling of her laughter could be heard through the door.

o h , wouldn't rosetta just LOVE to see this !

#&. ic . / to the fairies they draw near .#drabble #(u3u let the little tiny lady dress up !!)#summer festival / 2024

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morsfm · 18 days ago

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𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙾𝙽𝙴 : THE ANNUAL YULE TIDE MARKET

the cobblestone streets of diagon alley shimmer under a blanket of snow as the annual yule tide market transforms the area into a winter wonderland . twinkling fairy lights crisscross above the bustling lanes, and enchanted snowflakes fall on the warm noses of revelers . stalls offer everything from magical trinkets and rare potion ingredients to steaming mugs of butterbeer and enchanted sweets that change flavors with every bite . live performances of magical carolers and a dazzling ice sculpture contest promise a night of merriment .

but beneath the festive cheer lies an undercurrent of tension . rumors of strange occurrences — missing shopkeepers , cursed ornaments , and cryptic messages carved into frosted shop windows — have begun to circulate. the war is never far, even in moments of celebration, and the market’s merriment might just be a mask for something far darker .

scattered among the stalls and attractions are clues left by unknown perpetrators . a cursed snow globe emits visions of robed figures ; an abandoned diary at a bookstall contains fragmented spells ; a cryptic message written in frost on the main fountain reads , “ the storm will come for all . ”

summary

characters ( unless they have a reason not to ) , are all attending the annual yule tide market held in diagon alley . the date for this in game will be december 20, 1980 but the event will last until december 17th , 2024 .

if you'd like your character to be up to something during this event , feel free to message me and i will make sure to weave it into the next plot drop !

morsfm is now OPEN for interactions ! feel free to post an open starter on either tumblr or discord ! happy writing ! be sure to tag all open tumblr starters with morstart .

#event 01.#morsevent

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elsanna-shenanigans · 3 months ago

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September 2024 Contest Submission #3: Costume Confessions

Words: 3,337 Setting: modern AU CW: none

Anna adjusted a black and gold pirate hat atop her red, billowy hair and glanced at herself in the mirror, her heart racing with excitement but nervousness. Tonight was a Halloween costume party at their friend Kristoff’s house, and she and Elsa had decided to go as a pirate and a mermaid, respectively. She put about two months' worth of work into her outfit just for this event. Their costumes, although simplistic in idea, were a playful nod to their childhood fascination with fantasy, fairy tales, and adventure, which seemed fitting for the occasion. But tonight, Anna was more jumpy than usual. She had something important to confess to Elsa, something that had been building up inside her for a long time. The two had known each other their entire lives, growing up the pair was inseparable. They had gone to the same school since primary, participated in a lot of the same extracurriculars and sports throughout high school, and now, they even go to the same university.

Their bond had always been strong, but over the past year, Anna’s feelings had deepened into something more. She had fallen in love with Elsa, and the thought of admitting her feelings filled her with both hope and fear. ‘What if Elsa doesn’t feel the same way? What if I ruin our friendship?’ She couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Anna, are you ready?” Elsa’s voice boomed from below in the living room, breaking Anna away from her thoughts.

Anna gulped and yelled, “Coming!” She took a deep breath and adjusted her hat one last time before heading out to meet Elsa. Each step down the staircase felt like a hundred miles, her eyes didn’t leave her feet until she reached the bottom. Bringing her attention back up, her eyes instantly locked onto Elsa in front of her.

Elsa looked stunning in her mermaid costume, her long, flaxen hair flowing down her back, adorned with aquamarine seashells and white, frosty glitter. She turned to face Anna with a soft smile, “You look amazing.” Elsa eyed Anna up and down starting with her tricorn hat, that led to a ruffled white blouse with a low neck, a black vest adorned with gold buttons holding the shirt around her chest with a red sash tied around her waist, and last but not least, a pair of black knee-high leather boots.

Anna looked to the floor, slightly embarrassed, and inspected her friend’s costume in return. Elsa wore a shimmery, sequined, sea-green tail skirt that flared out at the bottom, a fitted, shell-adorned top, and a delicate crown of seashells. The shells, pearls, and glitter woven into her hair only stood to compliment her icy blue eyes.

“You too,” Anna replied, feeling her cheeks flush. As she struggled to maintain eye contact. She searched around in her brain for something to end the awkward silence that followed. “Ready to make a splash?” She asked with instant regret and internally chided herself for making such a corny joke; however, this was not out of character for the woman. Elsa covered her mouth and giggled, a warm sound that always made Anna’s heart flutter.

“Absolutely. Let’s go, captain,” Elsa winked and led the way.

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The party was already in full swing when the pair arrived. The house was decorated with cobwebs, pumpkins, and eerie LCD lighting, creating a spooky yet festive atmosphere. Guests mingled in their costumes, and the air was filled with music, chattering, laughter, and a little bit of dry ice for faux smoke effects. Kristoff had a propensity for being unabashedly himself, which was also synonymous with being the life of the party. If there were any less decorations, Anna and Elsa would have been disappointed.

As they entered the main living space the host of the party himself greeted them with a wide grin. “Anna, Elsa! Great costumes! You two look perfect together.”

Anna and Elsa exchanged a glance, both smiling and trying to internally guess what Kristoff’s costume was. He wore, what appeared to be, grey and brown animal pelts with a tunic, tied in with leather accessories like a belt. Anna pondered and tapped her finger on her chin.

“Thanks, Kristoff,” Elsa bit her lip and tightened her brow, “What...”

Based on the judgment creeping out of Elsa’s face and knowing her friend’s tendency for speaking her mind without fully understanding that her words may come off as condescending, Anna knew her friend’s question was going to come off with a tinge of rudeness.

“What an amazing costume!” Anna finished her sentence, perhaps not in the way Elsa intended. “Let me guess, you are a... Reindeer Herder!”

“Oh, so close,” Kristoff laughed and slapped his knee. “I am an ice harvester. What can I say, I love ice?” Unknowingly adding to the women’s confusion, he pulls a carrot out of his back pocket and takes a bite. “Glad you like it though! Help yourselves to the food and drinks. We have games and a costume contest later, so stick around.” He wiggled his eyebrows as he side-stepped away from the conversation.

“He never changes, does he?” Elsa crossed her arms and leaned into Anna.

“Nope.” Anna agreed, trying to ignore the light touch on her own arm.

The two wandered through the crowd, Elsa leading the way. They took time greeting friends and admiring the various costumes. Their friend Aurora was dressed as a princess, she always had to be the best looking one at the party. Her girlfriend Mulan was by her side in full knight attire. Another couple they’ve known since high school, Ariel and Eric, also went the royalty route, however instead of a dashing knight, Eric chose to be a charming prince. Anna could sense Ariel’s jealousy of Aurora’s attire but knew she would never say anything. Other various couple’s costumes were spread across the party. There was a Barbie and Ken pair, a Harley Quinn and Joker pair, and a Shaggy and Fred from Scooby-Doo. As they walked around the large house, they saw an astronaut, a sumo wrestler, even a large ornate dragon costume. Many of the costumes were very well done, causing Anna to look at her own with disapproval.

Elsa noticed Anna sink into herself again and tugged on her arm, “Anna?” Her raspy yet sultry voice caused a heat in Anna’s stomach.

“Yes?” Anna squeezed Elsa’s arm in return but didn’t look at her.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, I mean, not really. It’s just...” Anna trailed off and looked around the party again. “I feel like my costume idea was, although not that original, really well thought out, but it seems everyone else did an amazing job too. I was hoping I would win in the costume contest, or at least lose to you.”

“You wouldn’t lose to me, your costume is amazing Anna, one could almost mistake you for a real pirate, if you weren’t so clean.” Elsa walked around to face Anna and grabbed the collar of her friend’s vest to straighten it. “If you don’t win, I’ll riot in your honor.”

“Don’t you mean plunder, raid, pillage...”

“Well, maybe I’ll just have to go full siren. Lure, sing, charm...drown.”

“Elsa, you don’t need to drown anyone for me.”

“I’d do anything for you.” Elsa winked as she did when they left the house earlier, leaving Anna speechless as she watched the slink away from her viewpoint. Once her silent stupor ended, Anna shook her head and went to find Kristoff to catch up.

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Despite the lively atmosphere, Anna couldn’t shake her nervousness. She knew she had to find the right moment to talk to Elsa, but the risk of rejection loomed large in her mind and the overall fear of losing her best friend. Anna eventually found herself at the refreshment table, where Elsa abruptly appeared beside her and grabbed two cups of some home-made punch, handing one to Anna.

Anna swirled the contents around in the cup, unsure of what concoction of different liquors and juices she may taste inside.

Elsa went to raise her cup in a toast when she saw the other woman’s apprehension. “Just do it, you look like you need to loosen up a bit.”

Anna jested and stuck out her tongue, “Why don’t you make me?”

Elsa’s look became serious as she walked around the small kitchen island, narrowing the space between them. Anna felt frozen, as if she were a deer in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle and just watched as Elsa wrapped her arm around her own in front. “What if we do it like this?”

Anna felt the other woman grow close as their arms now snaked around the other’s, their drinks now at each other’s lips.

“Here’s to a fun night,” Elsa whispered, raising her cup in a toast before hinting at Anna to open her mouth. Anna obeyed and let the drink pass between her lips, as she returned the favor.

“To a fun night,” Anna echoed after the toast. ‘Maybe Elsa is right, I do need to loosen up.’

She allowed her friend to fetch her one more drink to add to her liquid courage for the evening. As she took the final sip, Anna felt a surge of determination. She had to tell Elsa how she felt tonight, no matter what. She opened her mouth to speak but as the party buzzed with excitement, Kristoff waltzed onto a makeshift stage with a cheap microphone in hand. "Alright, everyone! It's time to announce the winners of the costume contest!" he called out, gathering the party’s attention.

Anna sighed and then took her place beside Elsa who strolled closer to the stage. Anna removed her hat, casually holding it in her hands as they waited for the results. She glanced over at Elsa, who was adjusting the seashell crown in her hair, seemingly unbothered. She knew Elsa hadn’t thought much about winning though.

"First, let’s start with the individual costume category," Kristoff said, scanning the crowd that had gathered around in front of him. "There were a lot of great looks tonight, but one stood out for its sheer creativity and detail. Give it up for… Raya and her incredible dragon costume!"

Cheers erupted, and a dark haired woman stepped forward with a wide grin, raising her arms to show off the wings that unfurled behind her. The crowd clapped and cheered as she accepted her prize, a silly plastic crown and a gift card to a local café. Anna clapped along, although she was genuinely impressed, she still felt a sinking feeling in her chest.

Elsa grabbed Anna's hat from her hands and placed it back on her head, “Her costume was great, but yours was better. We’ll find you some finer treasures elsewhere.” Anna couldn’t help but smile as the woman tidied up her outfit once again, caring for it with great import as Anna would herself.

“And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for—the couples costume winner!" Kristoff continued. "This pair showed creativity, chemistry...”

Anna looked over to Aurora on the other side of the room with Mulan, ready to pounce onto the stage.

“And let’s be honest, they totally nailed it. And the winners are… Anna and Elsa, the pirate and the mermaid!"

Anna’s eyes widened in shock. "Wait, what?" she blurted, looking at Elsa, who burst out laughing. The crowd clapped, and a few of their friends whistled, calling out their names.

"Come on up, you two!" Kristoff urged, waving them forward.

Anna felt her face flush as she awkwardly made her way toward the front with Elsa by her side, still grinning at Anna’s surprise.

"This can’t be real," Anna muttered under her breath, but she couldn’t help laughing along with Elsa’s delight.

Kristoff handed them their prize—another plastic crown for each of them, along with a small trophy shaped like a gold star. "Congrats, you two! You’re officially the best-dressed duo tonight!"

Elsa accepted the crown and placed it on the rim of Anna’s hat with a chuckle. "Well, I guess you did nail it."

“We.” Anna corrected.

Elsa leaned in, her eyes twinkling. "We make a good team."

As they posed for a few pictures with their crowns, Anna caught Elsa’s eye and was thrilled to see her looking back at her.

—

As they mingled with more friends and enjoyed the party, Anna kept looking for an opportunity to talk to Elsa alone. Every time Anna felt the courage to bring up the conversation, a random person would interrupt, or the loud music would take over.

Her chance finally came when Kristoff announced a game that required participants to act out famous scenes from movies. “All right, everyone,” the man called out. “We’re going to play a game called ‘Hollywood Highlights.’ I need some volunteers to act out different scenes for the audience to vote on. Who’s in?”

Anna felt her heart skip a beat. This could be the perfect opportunity. She nudged Elsa. “Want to give it a try?”

Elsa’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Sure, why not? After all, we are on a winning streak.”

They stepped forward, joining a few other pairs who had volunteered. Kristoff handed them slips of paper with the scenes they would act out. Anna’s hands trembled slightly as she unfolded their slip and read the scene: the romantic boat scene from The Little Mermaid where the characters would share their first kiss, if not interrupted.

Anna gulped, looking down at her clothes. Elsa grabbed the paper from her hand and read the scene for herself. “Relax, pirates can be princes too.” She extended her hand and placed it on Anna’s, causing the woman’s heart to beat even faster.

“All right, everyone,” Kristoff said. “You have a few minutes to prepare. Then we’ll see your performances, for those that need an additional fill in, I’ll take that spot. At the end, we’ll vote on who did the best performance!” He strolled over to Anna and Elsa whilst puffing up his chest. He pointed to himself with his thumb. “I’ll be the crab and some of the sea creatures. But don’t worry, I won’t steal the show. Maybe.” Elsa poked him in the stomach, causing the air in his chest to deflate and giggled.

They found a quiet corner to rehearse. As they went over the scene, Anna couldn’t help but feel nervous and excited. She glanced at Elsa, who seemed completely at ease, and felt a pang of admiration. Elsa had always been the braver of the two, never afraid to speak her mind or speak in front of others. Her confidence could not be challenged, and Anna admired that about her.

“Ready?” Elsa inquired, smiling warmly at Anna.

Anna nodded with a shaky voice. “Yeah, ready.”

When it was their turn to perform, Anna and Elsa stepped into the makeshift spotlight. The room fell silent, all eyes on them. Anna took a deep breath and began the scene, trying to focus on her small part and few lines, making jokes of Kristoff pretending to be Scuttle; being loud and annoying. Music began in the background as the girls circled each other as if they were spinning in the boat.

As they reached the climactic moment where their characters were about to kiss, Anna’s nervousness reached its peak. She looked into Elsa’s eyes, searching for any sign of what she might be feeling. Elsa’s expression was calm and encouraging, her blue eyes reflecting the dim light of the room.

Summoning all her courage, Anna decided to go for it. She gently took Elsa’s hand and leaned in, whispering, “I know you don’t have any speaking lines for this part, so you can just listen. And afterwards, you can just ignore this as if nothing ever happened, you could hate me, or whatever it is you need to do, but I need to tell you something...

Elsa’s eyes began searching in Anna’s. She had an idea of what was to come but felt a blush rosy on her cheeks in return.

Anna continued, “I think I’m in love with you.”

Elsa’s eyes widened in surprise, but her expression quickly softened. She leaned forward to Anna’s side that was faced away from the audience, so she would not break character by talking and whispered back, “I’ve been waiting for you to say that. "She pulled her face back to the center, their noses so close together they were practically touching. The audience began to lowly cheer, thinking their heartfelt moment was part of the act.

Kristoff began to rock the imaginary boat in front of the women but to no avail. The two stood firmly looking into each other as Anna worked up the courage to press her lips against Elsa’s.

And then, finally, they kissed. It was a soft, tentative kiss at first, as if testing the waters, but it quickly deepened into something more. The room erupted in applause and cheers, but to Anna, it was just background noise. All that mattered was the feeling of Elsa’s lips on hers, the way they fit together as if they had always been meant to. The kiss was warm, gentle, and full of all the unspoken words they had been too afraid to say.

When they finally pulled away, Anna felt a rush of emotions—relief, joy, excitement, and a sense of rightness.. They were both breathless, eyes locked, and in that moment, Anna knew that everything had changed. This wasn’t just part of an act; it was real, and it was everything she had ever hoped for.

The cheers and applause of their friends filled the room, grounding them back into reality and then the crowd clapped once more as they stepped away from the spotlight, Anna was unsure if the audience knew that the couple was not actually supposed to kiss during the song “Kiss the Girl”, but she could care less. ‘I like our version better.’

Kristoff raised an eyebrow, as he did know that the scene was supposed to end with the women falling instead of kissing based on their rehearsal, but Anna seemed to be drifting away, instead of interjecting, he let his friends be.

Anna felt a weight lift off her shoulders. The fear of rejection that had been holding her back melted away, replaced by a sense of relief and happiness.

Elsa pulled her aside, away from the crowd, and found a quiet area where they could talk privately. “Anna, I can’t believe you were so scared to tell me,” Elsa reassured, her voice filled with affection. “Honestly I was too… But I was only afraid of losing you. I love you Anna, I always have.”

Anna laughed, feeling a mix of emotions. Her face still beat red. “I guess we were both being silly.”

“Yeah,” Elsa agreed, taking Anna’s hand. “But I’m glad you finally told me.” She took Anna’s hands in her own and swung them back and forth between them.

—

Anna and Elsa, along with Kristoff, ended up in second place because they deviated from the script, but their exceptional acting made up for it. The two women were all right with the outcome, as they had won in the costume contest earlier and now, by expressing themselves to each other.

They spent the rest of the night dancing, laughing, and enjoying the party with their friends. As the event began to wind down, Anna and Elsa found themselves standing on the back patio of the house, the moonlight reflecting off the tops of the trees, and stars scattered across the night sky. They stood hand in hand, the cool breeze brushing against their skin.

“This is perfect,” Elsa said softly, resting her head on Anna’s shoulder. The puffy sleeves of Anna's white blouse provided extra padding for Elsa’s cool forehead.

“It really is,” Anna agreed, feeling a sense of contentment she had never felt before.

They listened to the breeze for a while, enjoying the peaceful moment and each other’s company.

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