#Happy holly wishes

[creacherkeeper]

a handprint over your heart

for @masculinepeacock

{yannis ritsos / mary oliver, in blackwater woods / anaïs nin, a spy in the house of love / hala alyan, i'm not speaking first / anonymous / seline burn, untitled / bianca sparacino, a gentle reminder / hanif abdurraqib, they can't kill us until they kill us / rebecca perry, beauty/beauty / @medievaljournalist}

[ID: nine quotes and one image in a litstack 1: I hide behind simple things that you may find me; / if you don't find me, you'll find the things, / you'll touch what my hand touches, / the imprints of our hands will merge. 2: To live in this world / you must be able / to do three things: / to love what is mortal; / to hold it / against your bones knowing / your own life depends on it; 3: You're not mad. You're very hurt, and very frightened, and very desperate, and you feel you have no right to live, to enjoy, 4: I want to love something. / I want to love something without having to apologize for it. Please don't tell. 5: i wish we were pressed flowers on the same page 6: a traditional drawing of a close up of a breastplate with a braid of hair tied with a ribbon falling over it 7: One day, when you least expect it, you are going to crash into someone who is going to be so soft and gentle with your heart, and you are going to be so glad you kept it open. You are going to be so glad that you continued to fight for it - that you chose to believe it deserved more. 8: No matter how obsessed you've been with your own vanishing, there will always be someone who wants you whole. 9: There is a Japanese word to describe / the sense a person has upon meeting / another person that future love / between them is inevitable. / This is not the same as love at first sight. / For example, / your smell was never unfamiliar. 10: is getting chased by wolves yuri. end ID]

[fallingforchristmasworld]

[hillwoodhouse]

🎄🎶 Have a holly jolly Christmas 🎶🎄

[slugass]

Ampoo is all jollied up bc it's the chrismas and he is loved

(he took them off after the pic bc he tries to be careful with his electricity, and he doesn’t wanna burn the little hats)

*IMAGE ID BELOW IN CASE THE ONE IN THE IMAGE DOESN'T WORK*

[IMG ID: Crudely drawn ms paint fanart of Ampoo, a boy with a purple electrical plug for a head, wearing his long sleeved purple and pink striped shirt.

He is looking up because he has little santa hats covering both of his prongs.

He is putting his hands together and has a big smile on his face. He is also blushing.

One of his eyes is dilated. He is surrounded by white sparkles on a pastel baby blue background. /IMG ID]

[phantomram-b00]

Oh boy I got another headcanon today. This time with Ineffable bureaucracy since they definitely deserve their flowers after that W in the finale.

And also that they’re adorable af 🤭

Anyway, so considering Beelzebub favorite song is Everday, and Beelzebub gave him a cute fly. Gabriel was able to get ticket to an fair or amusement park because he saw they got rollercoaster (nudge nudge) as a surprise for them.

“You…got this for us?” Beelzebub would say giving a cheeky smile. “Didn’t take you for a amusement park, you surprise me everyday Archangel”

“W-well, I just thought since you got me something and you really like roller coasters“ he stumbles in his word as his face grows redder. “A-and You know, I just thought it would be nice if me and y-you would l-like to check out this humanly designed a-attractions these human invented a-“

“Of course I’ll love to go Gabe.” They chuckled as their face too grows red.

And then they go, Gabriel is in awe with how colorful the park is with there decor and almost all rigged games with cute plushies as Beelzebub talks about them. And they both raved as they play their rigged games; Gabriel starts to realize just how much he beginning to love humanity.. how could they destroy something so precious, so beautiful. And to see Beelzebub smile that glows it wash away his own worries back home. As long as they were both having fun, that all that matters in this moment. And to think they could destroy this planet.

Then, after using countless miracles to win prizes and consuming delectable park foods Beelzebub look up and smiles.

“Oi! Gabe! Check out this beauty. Think you can handle this one Angel?” Beelzebub daringly with hints of mischief in their tone as Gabriel look to see a rollercoaster ride with more loops than any halos manufactured. At least according to Gabriel’s view.

“Pfft, you insult me” he spoke to retort to amuse their banter with a smile. “You’re on.”

They ran to the rollercoaster and Gabriel start to feel his heart beating in an irregular fashion as they wait in line. ‘it’s fine! It’s fine! It’s fine!’ He repeats in his mind as they wait in line. Though the more he repeats the more he shakes. The more he look at the rollercoaster the more he’s shakes about having to deal with paperwork heaven forbid something happens. ‘It’s fine! It’s all fine! Don’t worry, you’ve dealt with worse things. I-I mean you even fight in the Great War all those millennia ago! It’s fine! It’s fine!’

Then they get to the front, Beelzebub look at Gabriel’s Violet shaking eyes. Their raise an eyebrow before

Oh.

Oh..

“Gabe, you alright?” They asked making a soft smile with a more soften look.

“O-oh! Yeah Pfft totally.” Gabriel shakes his head looking away from their gaze. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s happening.”

“Let me guess, heart beating faster than the speed of light? Shaking? And thoughts going fast?” Gabriel hesitates before nodding. “Hm. Angel, you might be scared.”

“Scared? Me? Can’t be. I’m an archangel. How can I be frighten over this death trap.” Gabriel’s shaky laugh was all that needed to be said.

“You know. We don’t have to go. it was a silly dare. I may be a demon but I won’t even put the lower class demons through this torture. Though, that can be interesting to suggest to the dark council” Beelzebub snicker at the last sentence. But Gabriel can tell they’re being genuine.

“N-no. I’m willing to do it, j-just. What can be another way to help me not f-feel this..”

“Fear?” Gabe nodded again. “Well, from what I’ve understand with the complexity of these humans. You either can expose yourself and go through it. Or as the humans bravely say “face your fears” or whatever nonsense” Gabriel got confused. “Yeah human are very confusing, yet so crafty with their craftsmanship. But another is..singing while facing your fears.”

“Singing? Singing. Y-yes! Let try that.”

Beelzebub thinks as the rollercoaster came at a halt as the previous riders began jumping off. They didn’t know what can be a song that they know can soothe the poor supreme archangel’s fear. At least not the one they were thinking about with song from Metallica to fast pace instrumental music from the strings of electric guitars. Then the idea clicked, of course. ‘Buddy Holly do your work!’ They thought as they and the rest of the riders began sitting.

“Everyday it’s-a getting closer” Beelzebub sang as they begging to pull down the handles. Gabriel smiles.

“Going faster than a rollercoaster” Gabriel sang back as he reached to hold Beelzebub hand.

“Love like yours will surely come my way” they both sing looking at their eyes. The world stop for a short moment as they look at each other with reddish face.

“A-hey A-hey- Aaaaa!” Gabriel shouted as the rollercoaster blasted off and Beelzebub couldn’t help but chuckles. And soon. Gabriel’s fear also washed away. But not because the song calmed him but Beelzebub laughs was enough to make sure they’re okay.

[lieximhuman]

Why do murderers (in anime) always have hand kinks?

Im looking at you, Yoshikage Kira and Amane Yugi.

[ghostplanet59]

ngl, i want a puppy for xmas..

[hollenka99]

Tłusty Czwartek :D

Not having access to pączki D:

[cheapshrimpysheep]

Under the Mistletoe 2

SUMMARY: You told your classmates about Christmas and the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe. But what if it's someone else helping you get a kiss from your crush? Or your crush trying to get a kiss from you? Or even prevent you from kissing someone else?

CHARACTERS: Scarabia (Kalim; Jamil); Pomefiore (Vil; Epel; Rook); Ignihyde (Idia + Ortho) & Diasomnia (Malleus; Silver; Sebek; Lilia)

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Kissing

WORD COUNT: An average of 390 words per character.

COMMENTS: As I believe some characters would be more direct and others would try to beat around the bush some have more words than others for this reason.

The Ignihyde part is the longest because it's Idia and Ortho together. With Ortho is platonic of course, he just gives you a present, Idia is the one under the mistletoe.

I hope you all enjoy and have a Merry Christmas. 🎁

Under the Mistletoe 1 - Heartslabyul (Riddle, Ace; Deuce; Cater; Trey); Savanaclaw (Leona; Jack; Ruggie) & Octavinelle (Azul; Jade; Floyd)

CONTEXT: As the end of the year approaches and the snow begins to fall, you comment to your schoolmates that it is reminding you of a holiday that exists in your world called Christmas. They get curious and ask you more about it, you talk about the gifts, the tree, getting the family together, etc.

Until Cater asks if there wouldn't be any romantic traditions on such a cute holiday, and the first thing that comes to your mind is the tradition of two people having to kiss if they both happen to be under a mistletoe or holly.

You even say that there are people who purposely place mistletoe in a strategic spot to attract the person they want to kiss and pretend it was an accident. A very popular Christmas romance troupe.

Cater was the one who told Kalim what you said about Christmas, and consequently about the mistletoe tradition. But that wasn't what he was thinking about the time he went to visit you at Ramshackle Dorm.

“HEY [Y/N]!” He greets you with his radiant smile. “Happy... um... what was the name of that holiday you told Cater about again?”

You say it's called Christmas and the greeting is ‘Merry Christmas’.

“Merry Christmas! Wait, I don't know if it's today... It isn’t? Then let me know when it is so I can wish you one, okay? Cater told me you felt a little homesick when you remembered that holiday and about the tradition of exchanging gifts. So I wanted to give you one to cheer you up.”

He hands you a present wrapped in shiny paper. You thank him and accept, but say you don't have a gift for him.

“Oh, don't worry about that. Seeing you smile is already the best gift you can give me.”

You open the gift, it's a turquoise cardigan with white jasmine flowers.

“It is of great quality and excellent for keeping you warm. That's what Jamil said. He helped me choose a gift for you and said the best one would be something that would help you during these cold days. Did you like it?”

You say that you did and show that by trying it right away.

“It looks so good on you! And makes you look even cuter than usual.” He smiles innocently.

You two hear a sound above you, look up, and see a ghost's hand holding a sprig of mistletoe above your heads.

“Mistletoe? Cater had mentioned something about this but I don't remember what it was about. It's another tradition of your holiday, isn't it? What does it mean?”

You tell him about the kiss under the mistletoe. He smiles widely and blushes a little.

“I don't mind kissing you at all! I mean... I would even like to. If you want to do it too of course.”

You confirm and you move closer to each other. You will be able to feel his smile during the kiss.

Ace was the one who told Jamil about the things you said about Christmas, at the last basketball club meeting before winter break. He took advantage of the first opportunity he had to go to Ramshackle Dorm while Kalim was at the Pop Music Club.

“Hello, [Y/N].” Jamil greets you when you open the door. “I heard about the holiday you have in your world this time of year and that you were feeling a little homesick. How are you today?”

You say you're fine, just homesick about some things.

“I see. Ace told me that one of your holiday traditions was exchanging gifts. Is that correct?” You confirm. “I'm glad, because I got one for you.” He takes his hands from behind his back and hands you a nicely wrapped present. “Don't worry about getting one for me. My only intention is to cheer you up a little.”

You look at him and raise an eyebrow, suspicious. He chuckles and then smirks

“Okay, maybe that's not really the only intention. But please open it and see if you like it.”

You thank him and open the present, it's a burgundy and black hoodie exactly like the one Jamil wears under his school uniform blazer. You look at him and he's smiling smugly.

“You already told me that you liked my hoodie, so I thought you might like to have one like it. This one is also very warm for days like these. So, what did you think?”

You say you like it, slightly flustered and even comment that it's possible that people think you're actually wearing his hoodie.

“Oh, you're right. That hadn't even occurred to me.” He says, still with a smirk on his face. “By the way, you should start thinking about pruning the plants outside your dorm, some are already growing here at the door.” He points up and you see a mistletoe growing from the wall, which you are almost certain is not naturally possible.

“Wasn't mistletoe part of another tradition of yours? I'm pretty sure Ace mentioned something about it.”

You tell him about the kiss under the mistletoe.

“Ah, yes, that was it. Well, if you want, I have no objection in participating in this tradition of yours.”

You show that you would also like to do it with him, you get closer to each other and he captures your lips.

Vil heard about what you said about Christmas from Rook, who had apparently been eavesdropping on your conversation. And obviously he being who he is would mention the mistletoe tradition. The day before he left to spend the winter break at home, he came to see you at Ramshackle Dorm.

“Good afternoon, [Y/N].” Vil greets you when you open the door. “I heard what you said about a holiday in your world that happens at this time of year. Now I understand why you seemed a little sad. Are you too homesick?”

You say you're fine, just homesick about some things.

“Perhaps if you fulfilled some of your traditions it will help make you feel better?” Vil suggests. “Rook told me about your tradition of kissing under the mistletoe. Is that correct?” You confirm. “In that case, I have a proposal for you, sweet potato.” He smirks. “If you manage to find a sprig of mistletoe and make us both meet under it, I will allow you to fulfill your tradition with a kiss of mine. Be aware that to receive any kiss from me you have to prove yourself, especially one on the lips. Show me how much you want one before I leave for home and I shall reward you with it.” He winks at you and leaves.

You still spend a lot of time looking for a mistletoe tree until you discover that there is one in the Botanical Garden. But it was only on the next day that you managed to run over there and pick a sprig of mistletoe with or without permission and then run to try to find Vil at Pomefiore.

You ask where Vil is and one of the students tells you he was in his room. You go over there, place the sprig of mistletoe on top of the door frame and knock. Vil is surprised to see you and smiles.

“Hello sweet potato. I was just about to leave to go home. Don't tell me you've given up on our little game?”

You smile and point up so he can see the sprig of mistletoe stuck to the door frame of his room. He looks at you angrily.

“And you still dare to defile the aesthetics of our dormitory, especially right outside my bedroom door?!” But then laughs heartily. “Ha ha ha, How daring! Or should I say cheeky? I see you're smiling. Did this little challenge cheer you up?”

Now you realize that entertaining you a little to cheer you up was his real plan.

“Well, you managed to complete the challenge. It's only fair that I reward you.” He holds your chin and kisses you masterfully.

Epel wasn't with you when you told the others about Christmas, but he asked Ace and Deuce if you were okay because he had been seeing you looking a little down. That's when they told him about your holiday, but they didn't mention the mistletoe tradition. The day before he left to spend the winter break at home, he came to see you at Ramshackle Dorm.

“Hi [Y/N].” Epel greets you with a cute smile. “I heard you were feeling a little down because you were homesick. Ace and Deuce told me about a holiday you have in your world at this time of year and that exchanging gifts is one of the traditions. Is it true?” You confirm and his smile becomes even more enthusiastic. “Heh heh. In that case, I've got you one.” He takes his hands from behind his back and hands you a present.

You thank him and accept the gift but say you don't have any for him.

“Don't worry about that. I just wanted to cheer you up, you don't have to give me anything. Go on, open it! I'm sure you'll love it.”

You open the present, it's a lavender knitted poncho with an apple pattern.

“I have to admit something.” He tells you a little embarrassed. “The truth is that this poncho was mine, it was made by my Meemaw. Since it is winter I wanted to give you something from Harveston, but there was no time to ask my family to send something. So I decided to give you something of my own. I’m sure that Meemaw would be happy to know that if I gave this poncho to anyone it was to you. Don't worry, I have many more. Do you like it?”

You say you like it and he says he's glad. Then the two of you hear a sound above you, look up, and see a ghost's hand holding a sprig of mistletoe. Epel asks you if you know why they are doing that and you tell him about the tradition of the kiss under the mistletoe. He immediately blushes!

“K-K-KISS?! Why are they doing this to us then?” He sees you getting slightly flustered. “Wait... you...” He takes a deep breath to gain confidence. “If you want to follow your tradition, I... I don't mind.”

You move closer to him and close your eyes. It takes him a moment to gain enough courage to kiss you.

Rook overheard your conversation with Ace, Deuce and others, and he was immediately smitten by such a heartwarming holiday. And even more interested he became when you told Cater about the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe. A delightful opportunity! That same day he knocks on the door of Ramshackle Dorm.

“Bonjour, Trickster!” Rook greets you at the height of his good mood. “It came to my ears that you were feeling homesick due to a holiday that you have in your world at this time of year that we don't have in Twisted Wonderland. I heard about some of the traditions you talked about and I thought it was merveilleux! I am eager to know more about this Christmas holiday. Would you be so kind as to grant me a conversation on the subject?”

You say you don't mind or even that you'd love to and invite him in. The two of you talk for so long that you end up telling him practically everything you know about Christmas. So much so that it's only when Rook sees the sun setting that he realizes how much time has passed and apologizes for stealing so much of your time.

“What if I made you dinner? I feel it is the least I can do for the time you have so generously given me.”

You both go to the kitchen because you either insist on helping him prepare dinner or you want to supervise him. What you don't see is the hand of one of the ghosts appearing with a sprig of mistletoe from the ceiling and Rook taking it from his hands.

“A poisonous plant is not something advisable in a kitchen, don't you think Trickster?” You turn around and see the mistletoe in his hands. “However...” He walks towards you, getting very close and looking at you with his hunter's gaze as he raises the sprig above both of your heads. “This is an excellent opportunity for you to show me in practice what your mistletoe tradition is like.”

He won't kiss you, he wants you to do it. He loves it when you're cheeky enough to take the initiative. But once you do, be prepared for him to show you how much he likes you.

Ortho overheard your conversation and showed up halfway through to join in and find out more. He was the one who told his big brother who seemed to dislike such a holiday. Boring, too lovey-dovey, an excuse for family members who can't stand each other to get together once a year to pretend they care, were some of the ways he described his conclusion about this holiday.

Idia wondered why you would miss a holiday like that and Ortho said that maybe you missed having loved ones around, or maybe you're sad that you can't share that heartwarming spirit with anyone. Spending a date where you can celebrate good feelings with the ones you love is a little sad to spend alone. Especially if you have people there that you would like to spend it with.

Idia had mixed feelings about Ortho's hypotheses and asked if he really thought there was anyone at that school or in Twisted Wonderland that you would like to spend this holiday with.

“You'll never know if you don't ask. He he.” Was Ortho's response.

Ortho knew that his big brother and you liked each other, he could read your vital signs when you were near each other or talking about each other, but he also knew that it was easier to convince you to go to Ignihyde than Idia to go to Ramshackle Dorm.

Ortho asked if you could go to Ignihyde to help him with something before he and Idia go home for the winter break. Grim didn't want to go because he didn't want to run the risk of Idia wanting to pet him and treat him like a cat.

When you arrive you ask Ortho what he needs from you.

“Actually, I'm sorry I lied to you. I don't need help with anything. I just wanted to surprise you. I've been thinking about what you said about Christmas and how you've been feeling a little down, so I decided to follow one of your traditions to try to cheer you up a little. Please check out that mobile game you love.”

You pick up your phone, open the game and see that there is something in your Gift Box. It is a key that guarantees you an SSR card. You ask if that was him and how he did that. He gives you a mischievous look and says you don't need to worry about it, he has his tricks.

“I wanted to give you a present, you know because of your tradition of exchanging gifts. Did you like it?”

You say you loved it, but you don't have any gifts for him.

“Don't worry about it, this was nothing. But if you want to do something as a gift back maybe you can help me with my big brother if you don't mind?”

He tells you that he also wants to surprise Idia and that all you have to do is convince him to open his bedroom door. Discussing with Ortho he has an idea: "I know! Why don't you tell him you have some Christmas sweets for him to try? He loves sweets!”

The two of you put this plan into action. It takes a while before Idia decides to open the door to see if you are telling the truth or not. The two of you are the only people he doesn't mind opening the bedroom door to see face to face. He sees that you don't have any sweets and Ortho admits that it was his idea to trick him.

“I don't know why I still have glimmers of hope IRL” He says, unbothered.

Ortho laughs and flies over your and Idia's heads and holds a sprig of mistletoe between the two of you. When he reminds Idia what he told him about that tradition of yours, the tips of his hair turn pink and he starts to stutter. You need to be the first one to reveal that you would like to fulfill that tradition with him.

“W-with me? Listen, you don't need to lower your standards that much just because you pity me.”

You stamp your foot saying that it have nothing to do with it and for him to stop with that self-depressing talk.

“Well, then you do it.” He smirks. “If you really want it, go ahead. Look, I'll even lower myself to be on your level. As if you were that-”

You shut him up with the kiss, and eventually he pulls you into his room and closes the door leaving his little brother in the hallway.

Lilia was the one who told Malleus, after Cater told him, what you said about Christmas. The conversation focused more on the exchange of gifts, but Lilia made a point of mentioning the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe. The day before he left to spend the winter break at home, he came to see you at Ramshackle Dorm.

“Good afternoon, Child of Man.” Malleus greets you with a smile when you open the door. “How are you feeling today?”

You say you're fine and ask why he's asking that.

“I heard you were feeling homesick due to a holiday of yours that isn't celebrated here in Twisted Wonderland. What was it named?” You answer. “Ah yes, Christmas. Lilia told me that one of your traditions was exchanging gifts, so I brought you one.” He makes a gift appear wrapped in fancy looking paper and hands it to you.

You thank him, but say you don't have any for him because you didn't know he was going to give you a present.

“Worry not. I am aware that this gesture of mine is quite sudden. You needn't to give me a present in return, seeing you smiling after these days of feeling down will be a good enough gift.”

You open the present, it's a black hooded jacket. He asks you to try it on and when you do, you discover that on the hood there are two horns just like his. He smiles fondly.

“Lilia would be deeply envious of your cuteness right now.” Malleus comments.

“Indeed, but I will allow my crown to be taken from me this time.” Lilia appears, upside down and above the two of you.

“Lilia? What are you doing here? I thought you were packing your things so we could leave tomorrow.”

“Oh, worry not, Malleus. I have plenty of time for that. But for this...”

He smiles mischievously and stretches out his arm as he holds a sprig of mistletoe over both of your heads. He even reminds Malleus of what he said about that tradition of yours.

“Oh, I see. A kiss from me?” He smirks at you. “Practically everyone is afraid to even come near me. [Y/N], would you be brave enough to have this tradition of your be fulfilled by me?”

You step forward and show him how much you would love that. He laughs heartily. He leans in, you close your eyes, but then you feel him pull you with him into the house and close the door.

“Forgive my rudeness but I would prefer to do this with a little more privacy.” And finally he kisses you as if he had wanted to do it for a long time.

Lilia was the one who told Silver, after Cater told him, what you said about Christmas, especially about the tradition of exchanging gifts. The day before he left to spend the winter break at home, he came to see you at Ramshackle Dorm.

“Good afternoon, [Y/N].” Silver greets you with his usual neutral expression. “How are you?”

You say you're fine and ask why he's asking.

“I heard you were feeling a little down for being homesick. I think you mentioned a holiday in your world that takes place at this time of year. What was it named?” You answer. “Christmas. Is it true that one of the Christmas traditions is exchanging gifts?” You confirm. “I'm glad I didn't misheard it, then. Here, I brought you a present.”

He takes a cute little box out of his pocket and hands it to you. You thank him, but say you don't have any gifts for him.

“You don't have to worry about that. I'm not offering you this gift to get one in return. I just hope that trying to recreate a tradition of yours can bring you a little joy.” He gives you that rare smile of his.

You open the present, Inside the box is a small square of black styrofoam that holds a silver ring.

“Sorry for not being much.”

You say he doesn't have to apologize because it was a beautiful ring. You put it on and it fits perfectly on your finger. Suddenly, you both hear a chirping above you, look up and see a little bird holding a sprig of mistletoe above your heads.

“Mistletoe. Sorry, wasn't there another tradition of yours that involved mistletoe?”

You tell him about the kiss under the mistletoe. He widens his eyes and raises his eyebrows.

“Oh, I see. Um... If you want, I don't mind fulfilling this tradition with you.” He smiles. “In fact, I would be honored to do so if you allow me.”

You take a step forward showing that you want him to do it too and he kisses you gently.

Lilia was the one who told Sebek, after Cater told him, what you said about Christmas. But Sebek didn't seem very interested in the subject until Lilia tells him about the mistletoe tradition, however he tells Sebek that you are obliged to kiss the other person. This not only arouses his interest but also his indignation and revolt.

The day before he left to spend the winter break at home, he goes to Ramshackle Dorm first thing in the morning.

“HUMAN!” Sebek startles you when you open the door. “I heard about your mistletoe tradition. You must be alert so as not to come across a sprig of such or a tree. I have taken the liberty of examining every paths you may go through and ensuring that you are free of this plant.” He has a smug and proud smile on.

You ask what he's talking about, confused and maybe even still a little sleepy.

“Lillia-sama told me all about the holiday you have in your world this time of year and the tradition of you being forced to kiss any subject you meet under a mistletoe. I am helping you to avoid such unconsenting tradition. You can start thanking me now.”

You tell him that the tradition of two people kissing each other under the mistletoe is true, but that it is not mandatory. It’s just something to be fun for both people, so the person can refuse to do it if they feel uncomfortable.

He asks if you are implying that Lilia deceived him on purpose. You think that maybe that is exactly what happened, but decide to say that maybe Lilia misunderstood or that whoever told him gave him the wrong information.

“Of course! Some humans are not even capable of transmitting non-erroneous information.”

“And now that we've got that sorted...” You both hear a familiar voice above you, look up and see Lilia floating while holding a sprig of mistletoe above your heads. “Why don't you two try fulfilling this tradition? Like [Y/N] said, it's just a little fun thing. Kee hee.”

Sebek blushes immediately! “I... ugh... Human!” He recomposes himself. “If that is what you wish, I have no objection to carrying out your tradition.” He is still blushing.

You approach him and show that you don't object either, in fact, you would even like him to be the one to help you fulfill that tradition. Lilia leaves the sprig of mistletoe hanging over the door frame and disappears to give you more privacy. He needs a moment to prepare, but once he does he goes all in.

Cater was the one who told Lilia what you said about Christmas. Especially the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe. The day before he left to spend the winter break at home, he came to see you at Ramshackle Dorm.

“Good afternoon [Y/N].” Lilia greets you with a sweet smile when you open the door. “Cater told me you were feeling a little sad for being homesick. I came to see how you were.”

You say you're fine and that your homesickness is because of a holiday that exists in your world.

“Oh, yes, he told me a lot about it. He said one of your traditions is exchanging gifts, so I brought you one.” He makes a present appear and gives it to you. “Don't worry about giving me one back. I know this gesture is very last minute. If this can cheer you up a little then that would be a great gift.”

You thank him and open the present, It is a matching set of pink gloves, scarf and hat with black bats pattern. He asks if you liked it and you say yes while trying on the scarf.

“Aw, you look so cute with it. I'm almost jealous. Oh, by the way, didn't another tradition of yours involve mistletoe?”

You confirm and tell him about the kiss under the mistletoe. You ask why he suddenly remembered that. He points up with a sly smile, you look and see a sprig of mistletoe floating above your heads.

“I hope it's not against the rules to be a plastic one. I wanted to keep it as a souvenir of this day. Is it okay?”

You say there is no problem, it is still valid.

“In that case, what if you make this your gift to me? I would love to share this traditional moment with you. Nothing would make me happier than learning more about your culture first hand.”

You get closer to each other and he kisses you sweetly.

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[thecupidwitch]

Magickal Properties of Trees

Acacia: purity, air, and used in initiations, psychic workings, and protection.

Alder: resurrection, rebirth, and fire.

Almond: divination, clairvoyance, wisdom, money, loans, business.

Apple: healing, prosperity, love, peace, happiness and perpetual youth.

Apricot: love

Ash: healing, protection and sea magic

Aspen: Used for phyllomancy (divination by leaf rustling) and for protection.

Birch: new beginnings and births, protection, fertility, purifications and blessings.

Cedar: purification, prosperity, and longevity, spirituality, self control.

Coconut: purity, chastity, healing

Cypress: easing losses, healing, past life workings, and protection. Represents earth.

Elder: healing, love, protection, and prosperity.

Elm: female powers, protection.

Eucalyptus: healing

Fig: fertility, strength, energy, health

Fir: youth, vitality, prosperity magic.

Hawthorn: female sexuality, cleansing, marriage, love and protection.

Hazel: fertility, divination, marriage, protection, reconciliation.

Holly: protection

Juniper: protection, cleansing

Lemon: divination, healing, chastity, neutrality

Linden: Used for prophesies and protection.

Maple: Used for love and divination.

Oak: Used for healing, strength, protection, masculinity and for fertility magic. Represents fire.

Mulberry: knowledge, divination, wisdom, the will

Olive: peace, fruitfulness, security, money, marriage, fidelity

Orange: love, marriage

Palm: Used for male fertility, strength, and virility.

Pine: Symbolizes immortality and represents earth. Pine cones represent fertility. Used for purification, health, fortune, fertility, and prosperity.

Rowan: Used for protection, healing, and strength. Represents fire.

Willow: Represents water. Used in moon, wishing magic, healing, protection, enchantments, and easy delivery of babies.

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[joeyfranchise]

𝟙𝟚 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕚𝕔-𝕞𝕒𝕤: 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕨𝕠

cindy lou who…

ex!joe x fem!reader

summary: the boy that you love is with someone new…

warnings: none, it’s just sad. sfw, but minors please do not interact with my page.

word count: 1.2k.

note: based on the song cindy lou who by sabrina carpenter. i also drew inspo from harry styles’ cover of girl crush, and heather by conan gray.

it was christmas eve again, and you were all alone in your apartment, deciding against traveling to be with your family.

with a glass of wine in hand and your coziest robe on, you sat on the couch ready to get comfortable and watch a christmas movie. for most of the day you moped around, sad you’d be spending christmas alone… but it was up to you to change that.

you scrolled through the endless amount of movies before settling on a favorite, love actually.

you sipped at your wine as the movie began to play, trying to immerse yourself in it. you thought about getting up and making a snack, but your phone buzzed, and that took all your attention. it was a text from your sister, nothing that really required your attention, but you opened it nonetheless.

attached was a picture of herself and her boyfriend in front of a gigantic beautifully lit christmas tree. she was smiling from ear to ear, and her boyfriend was looking at her so sweetly. the message along with it read “we miss you! wish you were home!”

you love reacted the message and responded back with a simple “miss you!” but all it really did was remind you how lonely you were. you exited out of your messages and turned your attention back to the movie briefly before opening up instagram, ready to doomscroll. movies could never really keep your attention, but you needed the background noise.

when you looked back at your phone screen, the breath was almost knocked from your lungs. the first post was from your ex… you weren’t sure why you still followed him.

in the photo, joe was standing in a grandeur hallway, poised in front of a beautiful archway that was decorated with beautiful lights and red and green holly. next to him was a beautiful girl, the one who you could only assume replaced you.

she had long, silky, perfectly curled hair. her hand was on his chest, her beautifully manicured nails painted with tiny candy cane designs. her makeup was gorgeous as she smiled up at joe, the wing of her eyeliner was perfect, her lips the most beautiful glossy red you’ve ever seen.

he looked so happy as he stared into the camera, and it broke your heart for a moment knowing that you weren’t the one creating that happiness. you swiped to the next photo. it hurt even worse than the first.

in this photo, joe’s hand was pressed to the small of her back and he was pulling her into him. he smiled down at her, and you could almost feel the love and adoration beaming from his eyes onto her.

you knew how it felt. he used to look at you that way.

you wondered how they met, what she did to pull him in. you wondered what it took for her to break down that hard exterior he had, how she was able to melt him down, how she got him to smile like this... to post photos like this. you felt physically sick looking at it.

you swiped to the last photo. she stood there between joe and robin, with joe’s dad on his other side. they all looked so happy, smiling in the christmas lights. you could feel the bile rising in your throat.

there he was, the man you loved, smiling so happy and in love with someone else. you wanted to hate her, but how could you? sure, she was doing things you used to do, but it seemed like she brought the light back to joe. you hadn’t seen him that happy in a while, especially not the last few months of your relationship.

you reminisced on christmases you’d spent with him, how it used to be you taking photos with his parents. how it was you who woke up with him in his old bed, underneath his star wars themed sheets and bedspread.

how you’d help his mom cook breakfast, you’d spend time with his brothers’ families, you’d open gifts with him. you giggled at how you’d sneak upstairs late after everyone was asleep to have a christmas treat, trying not to laugh too loud and wake everyone up.

you tried not to throw up as you imagined them kissing under the mistletoe that’d be hung above the hearth, just like you used to. you thought about how beautiful a ring would look on her finger, about how elated joe would be to give it to her.

you remembered everything you felt for him, when he won the natty, the heisman, when he was drafted.. you were there, you were in love, but the fire began to die. joe was becoming more and more unhappy, and you had to let each other go. and now, as you sat lonely, without even your family, here was joe. happy and in love with a beautiful girl, someone who wasn’t you.

you wondered if it was snowing in ohio, you were almost sure of it. would he take her outside and spin her around in the snow, just like he did with you?

it stung, but all you could do was force yourself to be glad for him. he deserved love, you knew that. you wanted that for him, even if it was with someone else. you wondered everything about her. what did she smell like? was her skin soft? what does her voice sound like?

she was everything for joe that you couldn’t be, but that was okay. you had to be okay with it. you noticed joe tagged her in the photo, but you wouldn’t bother scrolling her page, or if it was private, you wouldn’t send her a request. her life with joe was none of your business, even if it hurt.

you didn’t know if it’d be messy, but against your better judgment, you liked joe’s post. you were going to be happy for him, no matter what. you locked your phone, placing it face down on the couch as you stood to go make yourself some popcorn.

once you returned, you focused your attention back to the movie which left you bawling by the end. you finished your wine as well, and you gathered your dishes to take them to the sink before pulling the curtains closed. you stopped for a moment to admire all the lights outside before you had them fully closed.

you picked up your phone as you got ready to head to bed, your heart sinking as you noticed an instagram notification on your lockscreen. when you opened it, your hand instinctively flew to cover your mouth, your legs feeling shaky, almost like jello.

joeyb_9: merry christmas, y/n.

that was all it read, but it nearly ripped your heart from your chest. what made him message you, you weren’t sure. you started to sob, the cries wracking through your body. it took everything in you to respond, but you did, you had to tell him one last thing.

y/n: merry christmas, joe. i’m so happy for you.

and with that you were off to bed, dreaming of joe and his cindy lou who… the girl who wasn’t you.

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[omniscientmagnifica]

Doodled the coolest guy around! Tho this isn't super holly jolly, I still wish everyone a Happy Holidays!!

[blueblossomrose]

This post is part of the Twisted Parents Series.

Content: Post-canon, marriage, children, household contents, afab!fem!MC, general hcs, reasonable age difference between Fellow and MC.

Notes: Skully in this is an entity and he's not exactly dead? It's more like he ascended and became a being that represents halloween just like Jack.

Comments and reblogs are very welcome ♡

Resume HCs [8]

A full year at Noble Bell College later, He shocks a total of 0 people when he starts an administrative course.

He had mentioned to MC that he would like to specialize in the courts to become a jugde. MC gave him her full support.

MC said she thought he would do great as a minister, which Rollo thought about. But in the end he said he really liked the idea of being a judge, not just because of the "Righteous Judge" story but because he wanted the laws to be fairer for people like MC.

Had been dating for at least a few years before the proposal. Rollo wanted to make sure he was doing everything right.

Just an addendum, Rollo really didn't want the Night Raven College people at his wedding. But being a good future husband, he ended up giving in for his future wife wishes.

He and MC had a boy they named Julien.

Manager of Playful Land? No. No more crime life for you, honest young man.

MC practically made him completely overhaul his life. He refused at first, but before he knew it he was doing everything she told him to do.

He wasn't the one-woman type, but something about the magicless newly graduate of Night Raven College changed his mind. He accuses MC of lying about not having magic, after all, she must have bewitched him, right?

As his first real honest job, you introduced him to a gentle old man who owned a cuckoo clock shop. Fellow was initially reluctant to do so, but with his smooth talk, he became a very good salesman indeed. That's what you were counting on, anyway.

Your money combined with his gave you a house, and you even managed to enroll Gidel in a school.

Fellow is the only one whose MC ended up getting pregnant before marriage. The idea hadn't crossed his mind until the pregnancy test came and oops! He realized it was time to get married.

You and he have a boy: Nicolas. Or as he would be known a few years later, Nick Honest.

Is there a hint of halloween approaching? Yes, of course!

Skully was so happy to have his own halloween queen. Just like Jack had Sally, he had you!

But wait, you'd only really be a queen if you two got married, right? So he didn't waste any time.

MC soon realized that weddings and ceremonies in Halloween Town are very different from any she had ever experienced.

Skully doesn't exactly have a traditional family, but he does consider some of the people from his town to be his family, so how about him introduce them to you? He doesn't think you need to introduce the people from Night Raven College, since he already knows them.

The pregnancy was a surprise to everyone, but hey! It's Halloween! Your baby can only be a blessing, so let's celebrate!

You had a girl: Holly.

[raichoose]

CHRISTMAS STARTERS!

Feel free to revise as necessary to fit your muse's speech, change pronouns, etc.

Sentences

"Did you get a tree yet?"

"Can you help me decorate the tree?"

"How are we out of garland? We always reuse it!"

"Oh, shoot! I broke an ornament!"

"Should we use the red and green lights, or the yellow lights?"

"I got a new reindeer for the yard. It lights up and moves its head."

"I got a nativity for the yard."

"Don't interrupt me! Decorating for Christmas is a delicate process!"

"Can you hold the ladder for me? I have to hang these lights up."

"Can you help me decorate the house?"

"I bought all this when it went on sale on the 26th last year. Best time to get Christmas decorations, you know?"

"Look! Reindeer candles!"

"Look! A Santa candle!"

"I'm baking cookies. Come taste the dough."

"I can't get enough of these gingerbread cookies!"

"I got new cookie cutters. Santa, trees, reindeer, snowflakes ... "

"You can't go wrong with classic sugar cookies and icing, you know."

"Want to help me decorate the cookies?"

"Should I make a ham or a turkey this year?"

"Have you finished your Christmas shopping yet?"

"I always make my presents by hand. It feels more meaningful to me."

"I have no idea what to get [NAME] for Christmas. What did you get them?"

"I hate when it snows!"

"I love when it snows!"

"What's your favorite Christmas carol?"

"Would you rather host dinner on Christmas Eve or Christmas day?"

"What do you want for Christmas?"

"Tell me what to buy you for Christmas and then forget you told me, okay?"

"I might just give everyone money this year."

"Are you okay with getting a gift card?"

"You don't need to get me anything. Your company is enough."

"Want to go sit on Santa's lap?"

"Did you write a letter to Santa?"

"I always go to mass on Christmas Eve."

"The park has a Christmas village set up! We should go!"

"I'm winning the neighborhood light contest this year! Bet on that!"

"Here. I got you reindeer antlers for the party."

"Here. I got you an elf hat for the party."

"Here. I got you a Santa hat for the party."

"No mistletoe allowed!"

"You know that's holly and not mistletoe, right?"

"I love eggnog. Wish it was around all year and not just the holidays."

"Debate time: fake tree or real tree?"

"Debate time: eggnog or apple cider?"

"Debate time: cocoa with milk or cocoa with water?"

"It's so cold out!"

"I'm going to get a fire going."

"I need to buy a few more stocking stuffers."

"If you don't stop sing-screaming Christmas carols, I'm shoving a candy cane down your throat."

"I hate Christmas music."

"I love Christmas music!"

"I'm so tired of going to Christmas parties. I just want to stay in and sleep this weekend."

"I can't wait for all the parties this year!"

"I hate peppermint, to be honest."

"I wish pumpkin spice was still around."

"Bring on the peppermint!"

"I always bake like a fiend in December."

"I made you some hot chocolate."

"I dare you to try the fruit cake."

"I bought candy canes!"

"Let's buy those gag candy canes. You know, the ones that taste like hot dogs and sardines?"

"If you don't like The Muppets Christmas Carol, are you even human?"

"Christmas is my favorite holiday."

"I hope it snows this year. I don't like a warm Christmas."

"Should I wear the red dress or the green dress to the party?"

"Christmas is about spending time with friends and family."

"Please come over on Christmas. No one should be alone, not then!"

"Wait, you mean I have to try to replace every bulb until I find the one light that's actually out?!"

"It's the most wonderful time of the year, just like that song says!"

"I'm always happier this time of year."

"I always feel melancholy this time of year."

"Merry Christmas!"

"Happy holidays!"

"Bah humbug."

Actions

Send "TREE: SELECT" for our muses to look for a Christmas tree.

Send "TREE: DECORATE" for our muses to decorate a Christmas tree.

Send "COOKIES" for our muses to bake cookies.

Send "CHEFS" for our muses to cook a Christmas dinner.

Send "CAROLS" for our muses to go caroling. (Feel free to specify a song!)

Send "HOUSE" for our muses to put up lights and other Christmas or winter decorations.

Send "LIGHTS" for our muses to go look at Christmas lights in the neighborhood.

Send "COCOA" for our muses to drink hot chocolate (on the porch, by the fireplace, etc.).

Send "SNOWMAN" for our muses to build a snowman.

Send "SNOWBALL" for our muses to have a snowball fight.

Send "SHOP" for our muses to go gift shopping.

Send "MUSIC" to listen to Christmas music with my muse. (Feel free to specify a song!)

Send "MISTLETOE" for our muses to meet under the mistletoe for a kiss.

Send "CHURCH" for our muses to go to Christmas mass.

Send "PARTY" for our muses to attend the same Christmas party.

Send "SKATE" for our muses to go ice skating.

Send "SKI" for our muses to go skiing.

Send "VILLAGE" for our muses to go on a walk through a Christmas village (at a park, a garden, etc.).

Send "WRAP" for our muses to work together to wrap presents.

Send "SLED" for our muses to go sledding.

Send "WISH" for my muse to tell yours what they hope happens in the new year.

[suuuupernovaaa]

The Book Seller - Azriel X f!OC (Part 2/3)

Summary: Azriel and his mate get to know each other.

Content Warnings: None.

Part 1, Part 3

“Mate,” Azriel breathed, his golden eyes attached to mine, and my shoulders stiffened.

Strong hands lifted Nyx from my grasp, and I could not break away even to check who took him as the shadowsinger’s gaze held mine.

The room was silent, and I could feel all eyes on us as I took a step towards the beautiful, frozen man before me.

“I’m… Holly,” I said quietly, as if I had forgotten for a moment, my own name. It felt like I’d forgotten everything except the amber of his eyes, the thick lines of his brows, and the way his hands twitched at his sides.

His eyes swept over me, and I took in the sharpness of his jaw, his cheekbones, how wide his shoulders were, and the giant Illyrian wings attached to his surely muscular back.

The Shadowsinger. Azriel. Rhysand’s brother. My mate. An imposing, threatening figure. A dark angel. A god before me.

He reached out then, as I stood only a foot or so away, and took a tendril of my dark, curly hair between his fingers. I held my breath to keep myself from leaning into his touch. I found myself wishing again, more fervently, that I had made myself more presentable for this evening - for him.

“It’s nice to meet you, Holly,” my mate said, his voice gravelly and deep, and it sent delicious chills up my spine to hear my name from between his lips. “I’m Azriel.”

Azriel. Azriel. Azriel. For a moment, it was the only word I knew.

The pulsating between us was a living thing. A mating bond. It seemed to sing, starting in my chest and growing outward, reaching something in his, and intertwining. I noticed then, the shadows around him, retreating into his form as my very soul reached for him.

I felt warm, nearly hot, and knew my cheeks were flushed, and my chest would be red too.

“Well, this is a surprise!” Cassian said, breaking the tension. I tore my eyes from Azriel long enough to glance at Cassian as his mate elbowed him in the side, and he laughed.

There was a glint in Nesta’s eye, something that told me maybe this was no surprise to her.

I turned back to Azriel, still at a loss for words. Never had I dreamed I would find a mate, and certainly not here, not with this male.

My siblings were married, but not mated, and all very happy. I’d hoped for something similar for myself, but nearing 200 years, and no one had sparked my interested. No matter how many dates I went on with men that were perfectly wonderful, second and third dates were rare. Relationships non-existent.

Now, I was grateful for it. No one could be so handsome as the man before me. He was the embodiment of power and grace, and I knew what he was capable of, there were whispers of what he’d done to protect us.

To protect everyone.

A fear crept into me then. I did not deserve him. I was no one. A book seller. I liked reading and plants and was not special or particularly strong. In no lifetime could I be worthy of someone like the man before me.

I glanced at Feyre and Nesta. Powerful women in their own right who had earned a spot here. Done amazing things for us.

My eyes fell to the floor, downcast, and within seconds, gentle fingers were under my chin, tilting my eyes back up to meet his.

“I did mean that it is very nice to meet you,” he offered again, as if he had read my mind.

Maybe he had.

I folded my hands together to keep from reaching out to touch him. I desperately wanted to feel his golden skin under my fingers.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, and all I could do was nod.

“Let’s sit!” Feyre said then, and I remembered everyone else in the room then, and a blush crept across my cheeks.

Azriel extended his arm, and I took it, my hand resting warmly on his forearm, and he escorted me to the table.

It felt silly as he pulled out a chair for me and I sat, ready for dinner as if the most pivotal, important event of my life so far was not currently unfolding.

I fiddled with the lovely place setting before me as Azriel took a seat next to me, and I turned to him, about to open my mouth and speak, when I realized everyone around the table was still staring at us.

Their eyes snapped away as I glanced around.

“Nesta, did I tell you what Nyx did this week?” Feyre said casually, and the table fell into easy conversation. A breath escaped my chest and my shoulders relaxed, and I turned then to see Azriel already looking at me.

“Tell me… about yourself,” he said quietly.

My eyes snapped away from him as a meal appeared on the table suddenly, and I yelped. Luckily, we were being ignored now, very purposefully, so no one noticed my embarrassing gasp. At least, no one let on if they had.

I was too anxious to eat anyway, as delicious as the roast looked.

“I own a book shop, right on the river,” I told him. He listened, nodding as he reached out and added various dishes to his plate. “My parents owned it long before me, and when they retired, I stepped up to take it. I’m the youngest of four, my siblings are all married and none of them wanted to run it but, well, I always did. I love books, and reading, and… plants,” I said with a nervous chuckle. I realized as I was talking, Azriel had started piling food on my plate as well, a little taste of everything. He nodded as if to encourage me to go on, so I did. I grabbed a roll from my plate and fiddled with it, eating here and there as we spoke.

I told him of my family, my nieces and nephews, how we had grown up and what a joy it was to be an aunt. How big and loud my family was, how they hovered over me as the youngest, and how precious our time together was to me.

“That’s why Nyx likes you. You’re a natural aunt,” he said, and I smiled.

“Besides books and plants, they are my greatest joy. When they get older, I hope one or two of them will want to help with the shop. Maybe I’ll run it forever.”

Finally, I turned my attention to the food on my plate as a comfortable silence settled over myself and the man next to me. As I ate, I looked around the room. I knew there were people missing - didn’t Feyre have a third sister? And what of Amren, the small demon turned fae who sometimes came into the shop with Nesta?

Maybe this was truly just an informal, family dinner. Feyre was feeding Nyx bits of food off her plate, and Nesta was chatting to the two of them about the boy’s latest accomplishments. Mor, Cassian and Rhysand were laughing joyously, though Cassian seemed to be the butt of the joke. The atmosphere was warm and calm. Though the setting was grand, the people here were as Nesta said - normal.

I turned to find Azriel staring again, and I blushed. “I’d like to see your store,” he said.

“Come tomorrow. We’re closed, I can show you the store. I live above it, in a small apartment.” My place was nothing compared to this grand home, just a one bedroom apartment, but it was my own and I would be happy to show him that part of me.

“Yes, I would love to.”

Feyre asked me about my shop then, and we joined the greater conversation at the table for the rest of dinner. Azriel was quieter than everyone else, often simply nodding or smiling in response to questions or comments, but I was subjected to an onslaught of questions about my work, family and hobbies.

Once or twice, his leg brushed mine under the table, or his fingers grazed mine by my place setting, and my heart leapt into my throat.

Eventually, the food was cleared, as was the wine, and the High Lord and Lady excused themselves to their home to put their child to bed, bidding us all a good night.

Mor followed soon, leaving Azriel and myself with Cassian and Nesta.

I stood, and Azriel followed suit. Nesta circled the table and approached, a cunning smile on her lips.

“I’m glad you joined us this evening,” she said coyly, and I could not help but laugh.

“I certainly am as well. I… don’t know what to say.”

She shook her head, and reached out to grasp my hand in hers. “That’s okay. I’m sure we’ll see each other soon. If you need to talk, you can find me.”

She turned to her mate then, and they parted with a sweet glance to each other. One I would have been jealous of just a few hours earlier.

Azriel stood next to me then, and I realized I did not know how I would get home. As if reading my mind once more, Azriel placed his arm on the small of my back, and led me outside once more.

The air was starting to chill, but it felt welcome. The nervousness of the last couple hours had caused my muscles to tense and my body to become hot, and I felt more relaxed in the chill air.

Velaris at night was something truly to behold from this high, and I gripped the stone railing to look over her. The lights twinkled beautifully, mixing with the stars, and I sighed.

“My shop is there, along the river,” I pointed in its general direction, and Azriel followed my gaze. “There are a couple tables out front. Sometimes before we open or after close, when it’s nice, it’s a perfect spot for coffee or tea. Or just reading. Listening to the water. It feels safe.”

Azriel nodded at me. “When you’re ready, I can fly you there.”

I blanched. “Fly?”

His wings spread out to an impossibly great length, and my mouth went dry. Of course he could fly with those things, but I hadn’t considered the possibility of joining him in that adventure quite yet.

“Oh my,” I whispered, and a soft laugh escaped him. The sound was lovely enough to distract me, just for a moment.

“Ready?” He opened his arms and with my heart thundering, I stepped into them. “Hold on,” he whispered. He wrapped strong arms around my waist, and I put mine around his neck.

It was the closest I’d been to him, and it clouded my mind and nearly intoxicated me. He smelled delicious, crisp and clean and sharp, and as he beat his wings in preparation for taking off, I clung tighter to him, pressing my face into his warm neck.

We soared then, feet on the ground one second and in the air the next, and I squeezed him so tight I wondered if he could breathe.

“You’re safe,” he said into my ear. “Look down.”

I shook my head, holding him tightly still, and his grip around my waist tightened, the wind whipping past us as we hurled through the air.

As soon as it began, it ended. Azriel landed with ease and grace, and I felt my feet hit the cobblestone ground I was so familiar with.

I took a deep, steadying breath, unwilling to let go just yet for fear I might fall over. I felt pleased to noticed that Azriel had not made to let go of me, either.

Loosening my hold on him but not letting go entirely, I looked up at him. “Thank you,” I said quietly, eyes wide and hair windswept, and he nodded.

Just behind him was my storefront.

“Do you want to come in now?” I asked, gesturing to the shop behind us. A chill swept over me as Azriel’s arms left my waist and he turned to my shop.

“Yes,” he said. I stepped around him, pulling the key from my pocket - thank the gods they’d not fallen out in our flight - and unlocked the creaky front door.

Stepping in, the moonlight from the large bay windows was enough to illuminate the store on such a clear night. Still, I lit some candles in the sconces on the wall as we entered silently into the store, to help us see.

I prattled on then about the store, the running of it, the organization, the two other girls in my employ, and the plants around the store.

Azriel, to his credit, listened to my boring goings on with a smile on his face all the while.

We reached the back of the store, where a set of stairs led to my home. Without thinking, I led him up and unlocked the apartment.

“I have tea, or wine if you prefer,” I said as I pushed open the wooden door, which scraped on the ground. “I need to fix that, it’s scratching my floors,” I said, absentmindedly, voicing a thought I had every time I heard that horrid scraping sound as I entered my home.

The apartment was small, a kitchen to the right, a bathroom to the left, and an open living space that held just a table and chairs, bed and two books shelves - and of course, plants.

“It isn’t much, I know,” I said, turning to the man behind me, to see him inspecting my door.

“Do you have tools?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No.”

He scowled. “I can fix the door tomorrow,” he said simply, and my heart leapt.

“You don’t have to.”

He turned to me, looking very serious, a dark shadow looming in my doorway.

“You are my mate, Holly, and I would like to prove worthy of the title, if you’ll allow me.”

My mouth was dry once again, my fingers trembling in my pockets. The thought that a man such as this would feel the need to prove himself to me was laughable.

“I don’t need you to prove yourself to me. I just want to… know you. I’ve talked your ear off today. Tomorrow, I’d like to learn about you. Whatever you’re willing to share.”

He bristled, just a little, but his caramel eyes did not leave mine, and finally, he nodded.

“Or tonight, if you’re not too tired. Not, I mean, not to be forward. I just feel, well, I’ve waited a long time. To meet you. Actually, I never thought I would meet you. And I don’t feel quite ready to say goodbye, even if it’s only until tomorrow.”

Before I was even done speaking, Azriel has crossed the room to stand before me, and just as he had when he was about to fly me home, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close, my body pressed flush to his.

Without hesitation, my arms went around his neck, my face pressed to his chest, and I took a deep, steadying breath. The racing thoughts in my head began to clear, as if his very presence was calming to me, and perhaps it was.

When he let go, we smiled at each other, for just a moment. “Tea?” I asked, and he nodded.

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Hi! When/if you have time, may I ask what sort of stroller you have for Holly and if you like it very well? Or what features you like/don't like? I am wanting to get one for our two new foster kittens and am looking for personal recommendations over reviews.

The contrast between the old and newer pics of Holly always make me cry. I remember when you got her, and the transformation has been so amazing. It gives me such deep happiness every time I see her. She's such a radiantly happy little Muppet. Her smile could bring stars back to life.

Thank you. She’s the light of my life and I’m so happy we get to share her happiness with so many people.

They don’t make our model anymore, but this is the upgraded version

https://www.petco.com/shop/en/petcostore/product/everyyay-places-to-go-reflective-gray-pet-stroller-34-l-x-217-w-x-375-h-3156393

It’s the Every Yay stroller from Petco. We like ours a lot, and while the wheels are better suited to smooth sidewalks, it survives going off road for a bit at the park and renfaire.

One thing I wish our stroller had is a way for Holly to see us through the back when the hood is up, but it looks like this model added that.

I hope it works out well for the foster kittens if you decide to get it!