#Holi - the festival that brings people closer.

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Those Holi Days

It's a tad early but so is the Spring, Here's a Holi inspired racial TF ! -Occam

Robert is beyond nervous about going to the city’s Holi celebrations. His best friend Pranav begged him to come and have some fun but Robert absolutely hates sticking out which he is sure to do. Pranav swears there are always other white people there but Robert remains unconvinced as he looks through his closet getting ready. Shuffling through he sees dress shirt after dress shirt of a wardrobe meticulously designed not to stand out.

He sighs as he throws on a white t-shirt as recommended by his friend, best thing to wear for the chalk. He sighs thinking of how confident Pranav is as he ensures his shirt sits so no one can see his small gut underneath it. Feeling a pit start to grow in his stomach about going he rushes out the door before he convinces himself to stay in.

On the brief walk over he fights with himself in his head weighing pros and cons. He does not like how intimate it is sure to be, Robert does not like crowds or parties. He read up on Holi of course and this is sure to be quite a hectic event. He starts writing up paragraphs on his phone to chew Pranav out for getting him out of his comfort zone to go to something he’s so sure he will not enjoy.

As he approaches the park he hears some kind of Indian pop music blaring from speakers set at the center of festivities. He must have been quite absorbed in his phone as only now does he notice how thick the air has become from the colored chalk in the air. His heart freezes in his chest as he sees he has already arrived at the outskirts of the Holi block party.

As Robert looks out across the crowd however, he can’t hold back a smile seeing just how much fun just about everyone is having. Technicolor powders are flying through the air creating a storm of vivid blues and dazzling reds above the crowd. Dust begins to settle in Robert’s hair as he looks for Pranav at the event.

He doesn’t immediately find his friend, although to Pranav’s credit there are a not insignificant amount of other white guys present in the park, some of them even seemingly dressed in traditional kurtas. He even sees another one of his friends, John, out there seemingly having an absolute blast. John was always a quiet guy but is almost moshing in the middle of the colorful crowd. Robert almost starts to get his attention before second guessing himself, when did John start growing a beard? He was always the clean cut type but under the blue powder covering his cheeks there is some clear stubble. It almost looks darker than the hair on his head even which must from the powder staining it. 

Robert continues watching his friend have a blast smiling as the jubilee feels almost contagious before realizing, shit? Was he supposed to bring chalk for this? Pranav didn’t mention anything- As soon as his mind turns to Pranav however, orange powder is slammed on his head as if it were an Easter confetti egg and his vision is obscured. 

“Gotcha Robert!” Pranav shouts in a jaunty manner having successfully snuck up on his dear friend. He ruffles Robert’s hair shedding the powder down onto his clothes as he wipes the powder off his eyes as he switches into his prescription sunglasses. Pranav continues to shout over the music as Robert cleans himself off, “you’ve survived your first color attack friend! How are you liking the festivities so far?”

Finally able to see again Robert blushes as he is standing far closer than usual to Pranav to hear him over the crowd replies, “well I haven’t done much so far but it does seem like a lot of fun!”

Pranav smirks, hearing his friend inch closer to agreeing that he was right. He puts his arm around his friends shoulder and continues, “Ah! Sounds like a chance for me to say told ya so is approaching, my friend!” He starts to point around showing Robert all the stands and activities going on around the park though Robert subconsciously tunes him out as the din of the crowd rises in his ears.

He’s not anxious? Red chalk splatters the pair, Pranav laughs as Robert is suddenly feeling adrift in his own head, but not uncomfortable. It’s almost like he's sluggish which should be off putting at such a high energy event.  He should be incredibly anxious right now. But all he can focus on is the raucous revelry of the crowd ahead and Pranav’s arm resting on his back, even this intimacy should be causing him alarm.

The hair of Pranav’s arm brushes Robert’s neck and he stops just sort of moaning in response. Keeping quiet he continues to find his head increasingly groggy. Looking towards Pranav’s face as he sees his friend beam talking about pani puri as he wipes chalk from his beard. God, he’s just so hot, why can I not be more confident like him.

There’s a beat before Robert out loud says, “what the fuck,” catching Pranav off guard. “Oh sorry Rajert? Did you-”

“What did you call me?” Robert asks quickly.

Pausing, worried about his friend, “Robert? Your name?”

Now embarrassed as he was clearly ignoring the friend who invited him to take part in his own culture he quickly apologizes to Pranav and imploring him to continue. Which he does, “I was just saying, I told you that there would be other white dudes here dosti!”

Fighting off his fogginess to keep up Robert agrees, “Yeah you were right! I just saw my friend uh? My friend, uh, Janat?” He stares confused at the crowd scanning it to see his friend once more as Pranav glances down at Robert with a sly smile, eyebrows raised in questioning, “Janat is Bengali, Robert?” At this moment Robert finally sees him, no surprise he didn’t recognize his friend who in the few minutes since seeing him he has ripped off his shirt.

Janat who Robert would have sworn was a guy even more milquetoast than himself is now absolutely covered in chalk as it creates patterns down his now muscular back, sweat creating rivets of dye only seeming to increase the vascularity. Robert stares at a man he will never know as John again, as he creates a torrent of dust in the air, twirling t-shirt he must have ripped off above his head. The crew cut that once rose above his head has grown into a thick ponytail as a moustache pushes itself into existence. Robert cannot look away from his friend as he shows off his muscular body as powder continues to flow through the air. He tosses his shirt to the floor keeping his arm raised as he starts waterfalling some drink from his friend. Robert’s eyes trail down his veiny bicep to see his now-exposed pits. Knowing Janat constantly shaves to keep body looking tight, he watches as hair begins to poke out from under his pits.

Pranav, almost out of jealousy, speaks up to get Robert’s attention away from their friend, “Ah yeah Janat is a real party animal huh? But we don’t need to do all that eh dosti?” His beard, tanned skin, and of course red Holi powder hide his blush as he blocks Janat from view and starts rubbing Robert’s shoulder. Robert in turn looks back to Pranav and smiles. Before hearing his Pranav speak up once more “Woah Rajert! When did you start growing out your own little beard! It looks nice” Both men move their hands to feel Rajert’s face as he freezes up feeling stubble on his hitherto perpetually clean shaven face.

Rajert reaches for his phone to see his reflection but doesn’t even need to as he sees his new appearance in his lockscreen. Now a picture of him and Pranav, which is in and of itself odd, he sees the two of them standing at a pier looking like he always does. Save for the stubbled face that will now always greet him. But, that can't be right? He’s blonde? Or at least brown right? His eyes dart again to his face in the photo and sees not only does stubble now darken his cheeks but the hair rising above his head is similarly black.

Rajert reaches to his head, once more shaking powder out as he tries to rip a strand of his hopefully blonde hair free. Pranav shouts seeing this, “Woah yaar! What are you doing? Is everything alright!?” The two of them see a long strand of midnight black hair between Rajert’s fingers. Pranav suddenly worried that Rajert is entering a state all too familiar starts to try and lead him away from the crowd before he starts hyperventilating. “I’m so sorry Rajert! I was wrong, this is too much for you here, let's go get you some shade!” Pranav grabs his hand and starts dragging him out of the crowd.

Rajert knows the crowd isn’t the problem though. He was having a good time, but something happened? It was something about his hair right? He struggles to audit why he has suddenly frozen up as he is pulled through the crowd. There is a buzz in the air as the music and cries of joy continue to crescendo. Rajert feels a warmth in his chest, as well as in the hand now clasped by Pranav. He smiles as he is led and looks at the arm pulling him feeling safer by the moment.

Neither of the two notice as Rajert’s arm begins to look starkly similar to the one dragging him. The hand begins to grow in Pranav’s grasp as the thin blonde hairs dotting Rajert’s arm begin to grow thicker and darker. It begins to spread up his forearm, curling as they look and feel remarkably like the arm that brushed his neck oh so recently. Neither notices though, as Rajert remains firmly in his own mind. Stuck with the image of Janat dancing in the crowd, he seemed so free. His shirt above his head as he shows everyone around just how much of a man he is. Rajert’s eyes start to glaze as he thinks again about his pits, man. I wonder what he smells like?

“Chod!” Rajert shouts as he again feels his mind drift to such horny thoughts. Neither man noticing as Rajert has just defaulted to a Hindi swear. Pranav in his part is just concerned about his friend. Yes, just a friend. He leads Rajert to sit against a tree, hiding how much tanner his arms have gotten in this short trek as he checks in. “Yaar? Do you want me to go get something to drink?”

Rajert nods as he responds, his throat feeling dry, easily attributed to the significant amount of chalk inhaled. “I’m a little lightheaded Pranav.” Concern is immediately painted across Pranav’s face even thicker than the dye as he plans to run off to get his dear something to drink and eat, it must be a blood sugar thing right? “I’ll be right back Rajer!” He watches as Pranav quickly makes his way through the crowd in search of the cure for his condition as his mind begins to swim even deeper. 

Rajer watches floes of Holi powder stream above the crowd, trying to distract himself from how weird his clothes feel against his body now that he’s sitting down. He feels his sleeves pushing against his biceps as if he’s ever lifted something heavier than a textbook. He pulls at his shirt to relieve the tightness, catapulting more dust into the air. His eyes glaze over as he watches the colors dance in the air. Across the pavilion Pranav nervously watches Rajer, easily noticing that he seems to be filling out his clothes much better. He reprimands himself for thinking with his dick while his friend(?) is in such a state, though this is the Festival of Spring after all with all that implies.

Back at the tree Rajer feels a thought burst through the fog to the forefront of his mind which he immediately puts to words. “Ah, this reminds me of my first Holi.” But no, this is my first Holi right? He sifts through his memories to assure himself. What he finds inside is impossible. 

He remembers being a young boy traveling into Delhi for the festivities. He remembers seeing the colors dancing in the air as millions of hands toss dye in the air. As he does he feels his feet begin to grow in his powder covered shoes. 

He remembers moving to the states with his older brother in late December. Feeling totally apart from hsi culture until that magical day in the Spring. Finally having Pani Puri once more with his community as he did his best to keep the chalk off the dough, laughing with his brother. He kicks his shoes off while he still can as he sees his larger feet start to rip apart his chalk-stained socks. 

“Offo!” He shouts as he strains to pull off his socks, revealing tanned feet covered in thick black hair, his soles already wider than the shoes he removed in the nick of time. Well it is certainly not his first time being barefoot at Holi! He laughs remembering how crazy he has been in the past! In fact, he was barefoot at the big Holi festival in college, the one where. The one where he met his yaar, Pranav?

At this Pranav returns and upon seeing Rajer now barefoot he forgets the dire state that he was left in. Instead Pranav eyes his thicker thighs straining the jeans. His calves seem to be sticking out farther than they should, Pranav wonders why his yaar has put on clothes so tight on a festival day before suddenly finding the most strained part of Rajer’s clothing, his crotch. It’s almost like he’s stuffed something in his pants. Pranav quickly changes the subject to avoid creating a similar bulge for all to see, “have you been working on your tan Rajer?”

Rajer smirks before answering, “Well only one way to see!” As he struggles to get his larger body out of the small shirt he put on this morning. Unable to even raise his arms without tearing he instead opts to rip the shirt off in its entirety. As soon as his sweaty skin meets the air it shows the same dark brown tint that Pranav sees when he looks in the mirror. Pranav stares at Rajer’s tight muscular torso as he flexes to show off. He doesn’t notice as Rajer’s eyes quickly darken from the light blue eyes once magnified by his glasses, to a brown dark enough that they may as well be black. “See! Same as I’ve always been Pran!”

Pranav reaches down to help Rajer to his feet, finding him far heavier than when he was dragged by Pranav to this spot earlier. With a heave he gets Rajer up, only to find he is now looking up at him. Suddenly Pranav finds himself adrift in his own mind, the sight of the man before him immediately causing his cock to pulse in his pants sa he tries to reconcile what has happened. Seeing the confusion Rajer asks, “haan Pran? Everything alright?” Pranav hears a thick accent that he would have sworn Rajer didn’t have this morning. “Rajer, you are feeling better now?”

Rajer stops his flexing as he takes this in and answers in perfect Hindi, “did you call me Rajer? ‘S a weird pet name for Rajesh yaar.” Rajesh reaches to wipe chalk off the face of a man he can only describe as his love as he notices the growing bulges in both their pants and smirks, asking in Hindi. “Ah! Do you want to find our own way to celebrate the spring Pran?”

In a reversal of this morning Rajesh puts his arm across PRanav’s shoulders and puts some of his weight on, which Pranav now struggles to carry. This knocks him out of his stupor, “Chod Raj you are so heavy!” Rajesh smirks and moves behind Pranav, pressing his bulge into his lover’s back as he whispers into his ear in Hindi, “why don’t we head back to our place eh? Maybe we could have Janat over?”

Pranav blushes at the idea and pushes Raj back as he eyes him hungrily. “Well we should certainly get out of here before your cock bursts your zipper off.” The two begin to head off back towards their now shared apartment, their pace increasing as the excitement in the air continues to get them going.

Pranav looks up at Rajesh’s chalk covered smile, “Glad you came after all eh yaar?” As they enter their apartment careful not to get chalk over everything they own they finish the little disrobing they have left to do as Rajesh replies in his true mother tongue, “wouldn’t miss it for the world.” As they forcefully begin smear chalk between their bodies, creating new colors as they celebrate Holi in a far more primal way than dancing in colored powder. 

They feel each other as if it were the first time they had fucked, not knowing it truly is. Rajesh feels his body continue to grow as he pushes Pranav into their bed. Pranav runs his hands across Rajesh’s powerful thighs as his hands are increasingly impeded by ever thickening hair as he prepares for another round of celebrating new beginnings.

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Faking It- Chapter Two

Summary: When you first met Namjoon you never expected he would ghost you for a month due to his own clumsiness. You also never expected him to walk into your café and ask you to be his fill in girlfriend at his cousins wedding.

Pairing: Namjoon/Reader.

Word Count: 5k

Rating: E for everyone

Tags: Again just backstory and stuff to get the plot going

Author Note: protective taetae has my heart

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You stood in shock as chaos ensued around you. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Namjoon as he smiled sheepishly at you, the words he just said reverberating in your brain as you scrambled to make sense of them

“Y/N I kind of well. Will you come to a wedding with me in December? Like in three weeks. I kind of volunteered you by accident. I’m sorry!”

You were just about to open your mouth to say something, maybe ask him to repeat it when you heard your name being called from across the cafe and you looked to see Taehyung struggling to assist a swarm of people.

His brown eyes were wide and panicked and that look alone made you spring into action.

“Namjoon I’m sorry can we… figure this out later I have to… I’m at work.” You finished weakly as you shot him an apologetic look and raced behind the counter immediately snapping into action to help Taehyung as more people came into the cafe.

You had no time to even admire how beautiful it was outside as you kept your head down and kept taking orders and making drinks.

It took almost an hour for the line to clear out and almost every table in the cafe was full. When you finally did look up Namjoon was long gone and his table was cleared.

“Holy crap I don’t think I’ve ever seen that many people at once.” Jimin comments wiping his brow with his apron and sighing, leaning on the counter for a quick break.

“That was insane. Like truly insane. I feel like everyone ducked in here to get out of the snow, our line almost went to the door.” Taehyung commented fixing his headband which had slipped so far back it was no longer holding his hair in place.

The music suddenly stopped as a couple more people walked into the cafe and their eyes widened at how full it was.

“Shit playlist is over,” Taehyung noted as you scooted behind him and squeezed his arm.

“I got it.”

You made your way to the tiny office at the far end of the cafe right next to the cleaning closet and took out your small key ring unlocking the door.

Taehyung kept the office simple with a small desk, a computer, and some minimal decor. You had decided to keep the office cell phone in here as it was still close enough to connect to the Bluetooth speaker but far enough away where it wouldn’t accidentally get spilled on by steaming hot coffee.

You pressed the password and scrolled down to find some festive jazz music, pressing the play button and letting music flood the cafe again.

Festive music felt right when a random snowstorm decided to show up a month before Christmas.

You paused in the office and slunk down in Tae’s big comfy chair letting out a sigh.

You pulled out your phone as a distraction from all the thoughts racing through your brain and you saw you had a text message from an unknown number.

Namjoon.

You never ended up putting him in as a contact.

Namjoon: I know things got busy and it was awful timing to bring that up. You probably have so many questions so text me and maybe we can meet up. Please just let me explain.

The office door opens and Tae slips inside you immediately sit up in the chair and he shoots you a weary smile.

“Crazy afternoon right?” He comments as you start to stand up to let him take his desk chair back but he shakes his head and instead takes the small chair in the corner, scooting it closer to his desk.

“I’ve never seen so many people in here at once.” You say feeling your phone vibrate again.

Namjoon: Please let me explain I feel like an idiot for even bringing it up.

“You okay?” Taehyung asked as you pocket your phone again and tuck your loose strands behind your ear.

“Yeah, I’m all good Tae.”

He stares at you and you know he can see through your lie. He has known you too long for you to get things past him.

“What happened with Namjoon? Do I need to beat him up? I will.” Taehyung says as you crack a smile.

“It was fine. Nothing happened. He- he dropped his phone in a sewer grate before leaving for a business trip for a month. That’s why he disappeared.” You explain shifting your weight in the chair under Taehyung’s heavy gaze.

“So what happened?” He asked leaning forward and waiting for your answer.

“You don’t have to hurt him if that’s what you want to know. I took his number this time and made sure to text him to be sure it was right. We are going to try again from the top.” You say with a small smile on your face.

“Okay, but something else obviously happened because when I called you to help out you looked like a dear caught in the headlights. You never freeze up like that. What did he do?” Tae asks dropping his voice low

“He..well he wants to try again. We both do. Then he told me…well I mean he invited me to a wedding? Told me he volunteered me to go to a wedding with him. And then we got busy so I have no idea what that means.” You say fidgeting with your clothes.

“I’m sorry what? You aren’t going to a wedding with a stranger? And what do you mean volunteered?” He asks concern written all over his face.

“I have no idea. I haven’t had a chance to text him with the rush and all. I came in here to collect myself before figuring this out.” You explain.

“Y/N you can’t. He just got back in your good graces and he’s already asking you for a favor. A huge favor! I mean who does that?” Taehyung argues, brows furrowed as you stand up and take out your phone typing out a quick message to Namjoon before you send yourself into a spiral of overthinking.

You: I’m done work in four hours if you want to come back and explain. I have so many questions.

“I texted him and let him know if he wants to explain he can come after my shift we should probably get back out there or Jimin might burn the place down.” You tease as you walk around the desk and reach for the door however Taehyung stops you with a hand on your arm.

“Please don’t let this guy hurt you again Y/N.” He warns as you stop in your tracks and stare at him.

“He hurt you. I know you didn’t say anything but it was obvious, at least to me. How you kept obsessively checking your phone. How you kept staring at the door in hopes he would just appear. Please be careful that’s all I ask.” Taehyung tells you before releasing your arm.

“Thanks, Tae I will.” You promise as you hold out your pinkie.

Taehyung chuckles and loops his pinkie with yours.

Ritual as old as time, the sacred pinkie promise.

You giggle when you release pinkies and both leave the office hoping Jimin was okay to handle everything for a short while.

Namjoon showed up exactly at seven pm and when you saw him your breath caught in your throat. He looked the same as he did earlier in the day but this time his cheeks were tinged with pink from the cold air and snow stuck to his eyelashes.

While the snowstorm had died down, small flakes were still falling blanketing everything in a soft white and making the world look fresh and new from this morning’s dreary gray sky.

Taehyung was cleaning tables and he shot Namjoon a look when he walked by to meet you at the counter.

Jimin had left an hour ago and Jungkook offered to stay to help Taehyung close up but he was in the back researching new recipes.

“Hey,” Namjoon said as you gathered your things from behind the counter and hung your apron on your designated hook.

“Hi.” You said softly as Namjoon shot you a warm smile that despite your better judgment, had you grinning right back at him.

Taehyung’s warning was still playing in the back of your mind, it had been replaying over and over for the last couple of hours as you finished your work for the day.

Taehyung was just being protective and you promised yourself that you would keep your guard up around Namjoon until you knew him better but every time he smiled it seemed your guard would slip a little bit. He just had that effect on you.

“Ready to go? I thought I could take you somewhere and we could talk.” He asks as you walk around the counter and stand next to him, plopping your bag on a nearby table so you can zip up your coat.

“Where do you have in mind?” You ask as you fumble with your zipper trying not to zip up any of your hair as you took it down before Namjoon showed up.

“I was thinking of a cafe maybe a couple of blocks down from here.” He says shyly as you finally get your zipper working and you look up at him.

“Namjoon we are literally in a cafe right now.” You remind him gesturing around at the mostly empty tables.

“I know but I didn’t think it was right for me to have our first date at your workplace you know.” He answers smoothly causing you to blush.

“This is a date?” You quiz him as you shove your hat over your hair and loop your bag over your shoulders.

“I’m thinking this is a let’s talk and figure things out and we can decide if it is a date after.” He says with a smile as you wave to Taehyung and lead Namjoon out of the cafe and into the cold.

The air is crisp and it burns your lungs slightly as you follow Namjoon out onto the almost empty streets. Overhead fairy lights are twinkling and the snow is slowly dying down with occasional flakes falling. The sky is dark and littered with stars and everything feels so new and magical, or maybe it is the fact Namjoon reaches out to grab your gloved hand.

You smile up at him and after the short walk, you find yourself standing in front of a white building which is a very empty coffee house.

Namjoon politely holds the door open for you and shoots you a charming smile as you enter.

While Tae’s Teas goes for a clean aesthetic look this place takes on a more earthy look and you have to admit the place is beautiful. The walls are cream colored and fake and real plants are scattered everywhere. Everything is soft light wood, whites, browns, and greens and you can’t help but gasp as you notice the giant mural painted on the far wall.

It is a huge climbing ivy, starting at the bottom and expanding outwards to cover most of the wall. Tangled in its leaves are coffee cups and tea cups making the whole thing fit the vibe perfectly.

“Isn’t that piece cool? It’s a legend around here.” Namjoon explains as you continue to stare at it in awe. Whoever painted it seemed to know what they were doing as it looked to be perfect in every way.

“Jin, my friend that owns this place, said the kid came in one day and almost begged to paint that wall. Jin thought why the hell not? If it turns out to be crap he can paint over it. I was away but I heard the story.”

“The kid came in with a sketchbook and got Jin to approve of the idea, every day for two months he came in and worked on it. Hardly talked to anyone just put headphones in and did it. When it was over everyone was so impressed and the kid didn’t even want money. He just said every time he drove by the wall looked so bare and he wanted to make it into something beautiful. Jin of course paid him and then the kid disappeared. No one ever saw him again or even knew what happened to him. We only got a first name. Jungkook. I never met him, Jin met him a handful of times and Yoongi only met him once. Sometimes we wonder if we imagined him but if you look close near the blue teacup you can see his initials.” Namjoon explains pointing out the microscopic JK handwritten there.

“Jungkook?” You ask feeling completely thrown off, blinking up at Namjoon.

Like your Jungkook?

“Jin said that was his name? Wait? Do you know him?” Namjoon asks eyes wide and voice excited.

“Yeah, I work with him. I-I didn’t know he could paint like that holy crap.” You exclaim in awe as you continue to stare at the art truly captivated by it.

It did make sense though, Jungkook always worked on your signs inside and outside the shop as he had the best handwriting out of the four of you. He also liked to add little doodles to things because he said they made it look “more interesting.”

Something like this though, so big and grand it made you glow with pride as you could imagine Jungkook in his dark baggy clothes with his headphones in having the time of his life painting the wall.

“He is our head baker and truly amazing. He does all our signs because he is so good. I had no idea though he did something like that. It’s incredible.” You gush as a voice clears from the counter and you turn to see a man standing there with his arms folded.

You were sure he wasn’t here when you first arrived and you jumped when you saw him.

He was staring at you and Namjoon in annoyance and you knew why. You would hate to be standing there waiting to serve a customer only to have them gawk at the art and take up your time.

“Maybe we should order.” You whisper as Namjoon chuckles and leads you to the counter.

The counter is bigger than yours and you can see that the desert case is almost empty. Maybe they are closing soon and you both should go somewhere else. You didn’t want to make them stay open past close that was so unfair.

“Maybe we should go somewhere else, it looks like they are closing soon.” You whisper feeling small under the worker’s gaze.

“Nah it’s okay it’s just Yoongi. He is our resident grumpy grandpa but he’s as sweet as Suga. He helps out when he can. Jin hired all college and University kids but sometimes with exams, they can’t work as much so we step in and help.” He explains as Yoongi shoots Namjoon a glare.

“I’m not grumpy. Maybe if you didn’t stand and stare at the wall I could have already been home.” He grumbles which has you shrinking more under his gaze.

“This is Y/N Yoongi and she knows who painted that piece. She works with him.” Namjoon explains calmly letting Yoongi’s sass roll off his back as if it never happened.

“You do?” Yoongi asks eyebrows raised as he stares at you.

“Yeah, I work at Tae’s Teas and Jungkook is our head baker there. I had no idea he painted this though.” You admit.

“He is a very talented kid. I met him once. Very shy but talented.” Yoongi complements shooting you a small smile.

“Now what can I get you both.”

You both order Hot chocolate and muffins and Yoongi gets to work as Namjoon chats him up. You find out quickly that they both work together producing music but help out Jin at the cafe when they can. Turns out Jin owns a couple of restaurants and cafes in the city and is quite a popular name among food critics.

Yoongi slides you the food and drinks, swiftly takes his apron off, and gives Namjoon a hard stare.

“I’m trusting you to close the store Namjoon. I’m not covering for you with Jin if you lose the key. Y/N I hate to ask you this but can you make sure he doesn’t lose the key? If I had a dollar for every time he did, well I’d be a very rich man.” Yoongi grumbles.

“Yoongi it hasn’t been that many times,” Namjoon whines as you laugh.

“So he doesn’t just lose cell phones then?” You tease as Namjoon lets out a groan and Yoongi snickers.

“I like this one.” He says pointing to you before gathering his things and waving over his shoulder. He heads out the back door and soon enough you can hear an engine revving.

Namjoon rolls his eyes and leads you to a table near the window. Before he sits he takes his time making sure all doors are locked and the lights are dimmed. He also pulls all the blinds down explaining how he doesn’t want customers to think they are open.

“So wait are we allowed to be in here?” You ask as he finally shucks off his coat hangs it on the back of his chair and sits down.

You follow suit and Namjoon smiles at you.

“Technically I work here so yes. But if you are worried I did okay it with Jin just in case.” He explains as you wrap your hands around the mug and let it warm your bare hands.

The hot chocolate is creamy and rich and you giggle when the whipped cream sticks to your lips. It warms you from the inside out and you wonder if you begged enough Namjoon would tell you the secret to making it taste so good.

“So…” He starts as he slowly takes the top off the muffin and shoves some in his mouth.

“So.” You repeat as you run your hands down your thighs nervously.

“I picked a bad time to drop that whole wedding thing on you. I wanted to talk to you about it I just never expected you to get so many customers at once.” Namjoon admits shyly as you nod and bring your cup to your lips, taking a sip of your drink and giving him the space to talk.

“Okay so. While I was away for a month I did have a week off so I flew back here to visit my parents. They live an hour train ride from here and well… My mom wanted to remind me for the hundredth time that my cousin is getting married in three weeks. December 21st right before Christmas. Which I already knew because he asked to stand in the wedding ages ago” Namjoon starts.

He lets out a small sigh as his eyes roll up to the ceiling.

“Sungho and I grew up together. Because we are the same age we were more than just cousins, we were best friends. Sungho and I grew up almost the same until we got into high school. He was the popular kid, playing sports and dating the prettiest girls. Everything seemed to fall into his lap. Whereas I may be tall, but I sure as hell am not athletic. I was more of the nerdy smart kid. I spent my days completing homework and watching shows while he was out going to parties with girls.” Namjoon says.

“Anyway, this is when tension started to arise. We got compared… a lot. And I just could never compete with him you know. He was just…that guy. Was already riding a bike when I still had training wheels. Knew what it was like to kiss a girl when I still thought they had cooties.”

You chuckled imagining small Namjoon sticking out his tongue when his cousin talks about kissing.

“Then I started making music. I went to underground rap competitions when I was fourteen, that’s actually how I met Yoongi. He is a year older and took me under his wing. Eventually, I told my parents I didn’t want to go to business school I wanted to be a music producer, or maybe a musician myself. At first, they weren’t supportive at all but eventually, they came around. Only if I finished business school. My dad is a hardworking businessman who was hardly ever home because he was always working. I think my parent’s dream was for me to be like him. But I didn’t want that.” Namjoon explains pausing to take a sip of his drink.

“I finished business school for my parents then decided to go into the music thing full time. Yoongi and I were already scouted we were just waiting for….others. They wanted to make us into a band. The greatest band the world would see but after a year they couldn't find anyone that matched our vibe so Yoongi insisted we become music producers instead. This all happened in Korea because I studied abroad. Yoongi came with me and worked on producing music while I was in school. Anyway, they took us on and since everything is online we work from the office here so we both could be closer to our families.”

“No matter what I do I’ll never be Sungho and while I’ve accepted that I don’t think my parents have. When my mom brought up that I would be standing in the wedding she reminded me that my cousin is the same age as me and getting married, while I was always away in different countries making music and maybe I should settle down.” Namjoon chuckles shaking his head.

“She then brought up how I had been single for a while and I just couldn’t take it and told her I was seeing someone. I was so tired of the comparison of Sungho’s life to mine that I just…snapped. I know it is super embarrassing to make up a girlfriend at my age but I just couldn’t bear to see her disappointed face…again. I’m sorry this must seem so pathetic.” He mutters as you reach out to hold his hand.

His hands are large and soft and when you lace your fingers through his you can feel a spark down to your toes.

“I get it Namjoon. I get why you did it. It must have been frustrating to constantly be compared.” You sympathize as he nods.

“Well my mom started to ask me a billion questions so I told her…a little about you. The lies just kept coming and well my mom told me I better be bringing you to the wedding.” He finishes looking ashamed of himself.

“I tried every excuse in the book to get you out of it but my mom doesn’t tolerate liars and I know this so I don’t know why I lied in the first place. You don’t have to come honestly I don’t expect you to I just figured I should shoot my shot you know.” He says running his thumb along yours.

“So you lied to your mom and want me to go as a fake girlfriend to your cousin’s wedding?” You summarize hoping you got it right.

“I mean that makes it sound awful but you're right. Sungho and his soon-to-be wife are loaded. The wedding is up north in the mountains and they rented everyone cabins to stay in. My sister was supposed to come but she is six months pregnant and thought it better not to so it would be us and my parents sharing a cabin.” Namjoon explains taking another bite of his muffin.

“Is this a ploy to get rid of my body in the snow?” You ask honestly which has Namjoon bursting out in laughter.

“No! Definitely not! Though that does sound worse than using you as a fake girlfriend to keep my dignity intact.” He says in between laughter as you finish off your muffin and wrap your hands around your cup again.

“So this is real then?” You ask teasingly as Namjoon smiles and pulls out the invite from his coat pocket sliding it towards you.

The invite is simple enough, a beautiful black and white photo of the couple on the front, and on the back all the details are written in swooping calligraphy.

“How much time do I have to prepare?” You ask as Namjoon’s eyes widen.

“Three weeks…Wait? You are coming with me? For real?” He asks giddy as he begins to wiggle in his seat in excitement.

“I mean. As long as you promise to not be using this to dispose of my body in the snow I don’t see why not.” You say as Namjoon leaps from his chair and pulls you in for a hug.

Your laughter bounces off the walls of the empty cafe as Namjoon whoops and cheers pressing you in for a very tight hug.

“Wow okay so. I will pay for everything. The dress the shoes whatever you need. I’ll also pay for the gift for the couple and your train ticket. You just have to show up.” he babbles releasing you and sitting back down.

“Namjoon you don’t have to…” You start, sitting down again but he stops you.

“First you forgive me for being clumsy, next you agree to help me out. Honestly at this point I owe you my life.” He gushes.

“So I told my mom we have been dating for six months so we have to act like things are pretty serious with us. And I will fill you in on everything about my family so you don’t go in blind. Oh Y/N I’m so grateful for you this just saved me like you wouldn’t believe.” He says eyes wide in excitement and mouth drawn into a grin.

“So I have three weeks to learn all this?” You ask feeling suddenly nervous but Namjoon soothes you by using his pointer finger to trace the palm of your hand. He is so soft and gentle with you that it makes your heart leap into your throat and you feel giddiness spread throughout.

“Yes, but we are going to do it together. You may be my fake girlfriend but I’m also going to be your fake boyfriend. I’m going to be alongside you the entire time.” He says sincerely as his finger continues to trace and is now making its way up your wrist causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

“Okay, but there is something we have to discuss.” You say as his finger stops moving and he looks up at you with widened eyes.

“What about….this?” You ask motioning between the both of you.

“I mean. We never went on a date or anything and now I’m expected to be your fake girlfriend. What about…whatever we started here.” You ask honestly as Namjoon’s eyebrows furrow as he thinks.

“Here’s what I think. We never got to figure out what this is between us and that is my fault. I say we put it on hold, at least until this whole mess is over then revisit it. I don’t want the lines to become blurred because we don’t know what is real and what is acting. I say we get to know each other up until the wedding as friends. Then we put on our best performance in front of my family and after we can see how we feel.” He confirms and you frown.

“I know.” He says taking in your reaction “This isn’t how I wanted to do this either but I think it’s our best shot so no one gets hurt.” He says taking both your hands in his.

“Yeah, I agree with you I just hate that the first time something romantic happens to me it has to be faked.” You sigh.

Namjoon’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Wait what?” He asks.

You blush.

“I mean I’ve had crushes on people but it never seemed to work out. I’ve kissed guys of course, I even dated a guy in University for five months but as far as romance goes, I haven’t had much.” You admit feeling awkward and not meeting his gaze.

“You coming up to me. I mean that’s not something that ever happens to me. The guy I dated in University… we were from the same friend group and it just kind of happened. That’s why when you ghosted me it hurt so much.” You say still not making eye contact with him and feeling embarrassed.

“Y/N Look at me please.” He whispers and you raise your head to meet his piercing gaze.

“I don’t think less of you because you haven’t experienced a lot of romance or you feel like you don’t have a lot of experience. I promise when this is over I will take you on a real date that won’t end up with us plotting a scheme to have you be my fake girlfriend.” He jokes as you crack a small smile.

“I was serious when I said I wanted to get to know you. And when this is all over we will do this properly.”

And you gasped when he held out his pinkie.

You looped your pinkie around his sealing the deal and smiled up at him. You could put your feelings on hold for a month. Sure you didn’t have experience being someone’s fake girlfriend but you were confident you could figure it out because there was just something about Namjoon. Maybe it was his kind smile, or the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed but something inside you wanted to get to know him, wanted to help him, and just like he said you didn’t want to ignore those signs.

“Okay so let’s get started let me tell you about my crazy family.” He teases with a smirk as you settle in for a long night

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While it is gender-neutral, Reader has shoulder-length hair to symbolize that their kingdom is in a time of peace. Reader also is described as wearing clothes that flow beneath them as they dance, could be a dress or ceremonial robes up to you. Just wanted to write Knight!Price watching you dance and gushing internally over how breathtaking you look. Added some more lore to this AU. Part One, Part Two

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It was a holy day for all of Orithia, it being the day your people celebrated your God of Life, Wixia, creating the kingdom. It was why the capital city was named Wixia, after the god, because he created the city first before creating the rest of the kingdom. Thus, your ancestors celebrated the day with a festival, The Festival of Creation, with Wixia being the city with the best festival in all of Orithia.

John was watching you dance with your subjects in the city square, all in a circle as hired musicians played various instruments and sang, songs of old hymns to the god Wixia filling the air. Everyone was having immense fun, but he could only look at you.

Your clothes were flowing beneath you as you danced and twirled, bright purple colors in your clothes, which represented that you were the Sovereign, were accentuated as the ends swirled as they flowed. Your smile was bright and your shoulder-length hair was braided in a style native to the Orithian culture. Even though your dance was energetic and lacking any true beat, you looked...ethereal.

He knew it made you uncomfortable when your other subjects tried to say you were like a deity that became mortal to grace the people of Orithia with your divine presence, but he couldn't help thinking of you as a deity. Every second he was near you felt like a blessing. He felt like he should be kissing your feet and erecting altars all over the kingdom so everyone could worship you.

John laughed heartily as he heard you whoop in exhilaration and he clapped on beat with the music, joining everyone who wasn't dancing in who were adding a layer of sound to the music by clapping along to the songs.

The atmosphere surrounding the festival felt electric as you and several others danced together, barefoot against the cobblestones of the city square to dance the best. The stars and moon in the night sky were your audience as you all twirled around, often linking arms together to spin each other around. No one paid attention to how hot it was, especially with the only light being from the huge fire in the middle of the city square.

"Sir John, come join us," you called out to him, smiling up at him as you continued to dance. You beckoned him to come into the circle where everyone was dancing.

He felt like he couldn't say no to you and he didn't really want to. Your joy was infectious and he wanted to be one of those whom you linked arms with as you danced.

John joined the circle of dancing, getting closer to you. His ceremonial cape that was held in place by his armor flowed behind him as he danced and twirled.

With you starting to sing along to the song currently being played, everyone else followed suit, their voices only adding to the atmosphere. The lyrics were praising Wixia, thanking Him for blessing the people of Orithia with his benevolence.

But John found himself silently praising you when your arm linked with his and you spun the both you around in a circle. The skin-to-skin contact made his heart skip a beat, his eyes dropping down to yours to hold eye-contact.

In that moment, time seemed to slow. All he could focus on was that he was dancing with you, the twirling around bring you two closer.

He was entranced by your striking eyes, enamored with your bright smile, only able to hear your beautiful voice singing along with the musicians. You two were so close he could smell the perfume/cologne you had put on and it was losing its scent since you were sweating due to dancing, but he could still smell it and he could feel your flowing clothes brush against his flowing cape.

When you eventually unlinked your arm from his and twirled away, it was like you took the bright light that had made the world bright with you, even though everything was technically the same. But as you danced with others, it took everything in him to keep dancing and not to be standing in place among the others, frozen at the absence of your presence beside him.

Since John was the head of the Royal Guard and unmarried, several people wanted to try and woo him as he danced alone. He linked arms with them and twirled around with them, but his eyes were still on you. It was easy for the unassuming eye to just chalk it up to him making sure you were safe, but if anyone looked closer they would see the love-stricken look in his eyes.

No one could turn him away from you, not even the nobles in your court. His eyes—and his heart—were on you.

But it didn't stop the over consuming guilt that came with loving you, like he was doing a grave betrayal to you by being in love with you when he should be focused on protecting you. You trusted him with your life and here he was, wanting to be more than a knight to you.

How selfish of him.

With those thoughts, John finally tore his eyes away from you. He focused on dancing, enjoying the joy around him.

He didn't look at you unless it was to ensure you were still safe every so often, missing your glances at him as you made your way back to where he was dancing so you could dance with him again.

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Victory Never Tasted This Sweet 💍

FANDOM: My Hero Academia

SHIP: Katsuki Bakugo x Eijiro Kirishima 🥇

TAGS: General Audience — UA Sports Festival (My Hero Academia), Third Year AU, Bakugou Katsuki Wins (Again), Katsuki Bakugou Being an Asshole, But He’s Soft for Kirishima, Explosion Boy Confesses with a Ring, Public Proposal, Kirishima Eijirou Deserves the World, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining but They’re Already Together, Bakugou Katsuki Has No Chill, Katsuki Bakugou is Bad at Feelings, Kirishima Eijirou Being Adorable, Bro Proposals, “You’re Not Getting Away From Me, Dumbass”, Manly Feelings, Bakugou Katsuki: Champion of the Sports Festival, Champion of My Heart (1.3k words)

CW’s: Mild Swearing (because Bakugou is always cursing)

SUMMARY: Bakugou wins the UA Sports Festival, but his real victory comes in the stands when he rushes to Kirishima and gives him a ring—Bakugou-style, of course.

💥 HAVE FUN READING ! 💥

Bakugou Katsuki had won—again.

It was the final year of the UA Sports Festival, and everyone who’d been watching knew it was going to be intense. Katsuki Bakugou, with his usual explosive energy, had torn through every challenge like a man possessed, as if the entire stadium was just a stage for his chaotic power. The crowd was roaring—no, screaming—as Present Mic’s voice thundered through the arena, announcing the explosive victory.

“AND THE WINNER OF THE UA SPORTS FESTIVAL, THIRD-YEAR DIVISION, IS NONE OTHER THAN—KATSUKI BAKUGOU!”

The sound of the explosion from his final move still echoed in the distance, drowning out any hope of hearing anything but the wild cheers from the stands. Bakugou stood at the center of it all, chest heaving, eyes blazing with triumph. Sweat dripped from his forehead as his adrenaline buzzed beneath his skin. He could barely hear the crowd over the rush in his ears, but it didn’t matter.

This wasn’t the moment he was waiting for.

Nah, that was coming.

The second the announcement left Present Mic’s mouth, Bakugou’s gaze snapped away from the stage, darting toward the stands like a missile locked onto its target. His heart was pounding, and for once, it wasn’t from the fight.

There, in the crowd, standing like a beacon of red against a sea of fans, was Eijirou Kirishima.

Bakugou’s lips twitched into a rare smirk, one he reserved for only a few people in his life. Before he could even register what he was doing, he was already running, his body fueled by something other than just victory. His boots slammed against the ground, every step bringing him closer, faster, until he was bounding up into the stands.

As the crowd parted in confusion, Kirishima’s eyes widened in surprise. The bastard barely had time to react before Bakugou launched himself straight at him, no warning, no hesitation.

He crashed into Kirishima with all the subtlety of a brick wall, wrapping his arms around him in a fierce, breath-stealing hug that knocked them both back into the row of seats behind them.

“FUCK YEAH!” Bakugou roared, voice so full of adrenaline and exhilaration that it almost vibrated with energy. His hands were gripping Kirishima like the guy might disappear if he let go for even a second.

Kirishima’s laugh, loud and unrestrained, filled the air between them as he half-tackled Bakugou back. “Holy shit, man! You were fucking incredible out there!” he said, voice full of pride. “Not that I doubted you for a second, bro. I knew you had it in the bag!”

Katsuki snorted, pulling back just enough to look Kirishima in the eyes. “Like there was any fucking doubt,” he shot back, his voice dripping with the usual arrogance, though the edges were softened by how close they were standing. “That last guy thought he could outlast me? Fucking moron.”

“Right?!” Kirishima laughed, his hand still clapped on Bakugou’s back like he wasn’t going to let go anytime soon. “The way you took him out with that explosion—I don’t think anyone saw that coming. Especially not him.” His eyes gleamed with admiration, and for a moment, Bakugou felt the warmth creep into his chest.

But of course, Bakugou wasn’t about to let this moment be sappy. He shoved Kirishima back, though not hard enough to break the grin on his face. “Tch, like I’d let any dumbass think they’re better than me.”

Kirishima’s grin was wide and toothy, like he was basking in the moment just as much as Bakugou. “Well, you fucking did it, man. You’re unstoppable.”

Bakugou crossed his arms, leaning in with a challenging smirk. “You finally admitting I’m better than you, Shitty Hair?”

“Pfft, in what world, bro?!” Kirishima shot back, and Bakugou could see the spark of playful competition in his eyes. “You might’ve won today, but we both know who’s got the better muscles.”

“Oh please.” Bakugou rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out, low and rough. “If you think you can out-bulk me, you’re fucking delusional.”

Kirishima laughed even louder, pulling his arm up to flex obnoxiously in Bakugou’s face. “Oh yeah? You wanna test that right now? I could probably bench-press you, dude.”

Bakugou scoffed, shoving Kirishima’s arm away. “You’d fucking die trying.”

Before they could escalate into another one of their usual bickering contests, there was a sudden shift in the atmosphere. Bakugou’s eyes flickered to the crowd around them—hundreds of students, pro-heroes, and fans were all watching. He could feel the weight of their gazes, but the only one that mattered was the idiot standing in front of him with his stupid, infectious smile.

It was like the world narrowed down to just Kirishima.

“Oi,” Bakugou muttered, quieter now, though there was still a dangerous edge to his voice. He reached into his pocket, his fingers brushing against something small, something he’d been carrying with him for weeks. “I’ve got something for you.”

Kirishima blinked in surprise. “Huh? You—wait, what is it?”

“Just fucking shut up and take it,” Bakugou growled, though there was no real malice in it. He pulled his hand out of his pocket, and in his palm was a simple, silver ring. The kind that looked like it had been picked out quickly, but with purpose.

Kirishima’s eyes went wide, his breath catching in his throat as he stared at the ring. “W-Wait… what the hell, man?”

“I’m not fucking doing this on one knee or any of that corny shit,” Bakugou grumbled, his face already flushing bright red as he shoved the ring into Kirishima’s hand. “But you’re not getting away from me, dumbass. So take the damn ring.”

For a split second, Kirishima was stunned into silence, his brain struggling to catch up with the moment. And then, all at once, a grin spread across his face, wider than any smile Bakugou had ever seen on him before.

“Holy shit, you’re serious.” Kirishima’s voice was filled with disbelief, excitement, and something else Bakugou couldn’t quite place. “You’re actually doing this.”

“Obviously, I’m fucking serious!” Bakugou barked, though his cheeks were a furious shade of red now. “You think I’d give you a ring for no reason?!”

Kirishima stared at him for a moment, then at the ring in his hand, before he burst out laughing—pure, unrestrained laughter that rang out in the stadium. “This is… This is so fucking you, man!”

Bakugou’s eyebrow twitched. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, shit,” Kirishima wiped a tear from his eye, still laughing. “You couldn’t even wait till we were alone, could you? Just had to do it right here, in front of everyone. No chill, bro.”

Bakugou growled, though his lips twitched up in a half-smile. “Shut the fuck up and put it on already.”

Kirishima shook his head, still grinning as he slid the ring onto his finger. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. I kinda figured that was obvious by now.”

Bakugou didn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes said everything. And for once, Kirishima didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with words. Instead, he stepped closer, his hand reaching up to rest on Bakugou’s shoulder.

“Thanks, Katsuki,” he said softly, his voice full of warmth. “For… you know. This.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, though the red on his cheeks deepened. “Tch, don’t get all fucking sappy on me now, idiot.”

Kirishima just laughed again, and before Bakugou could react, he pulled him into another hug, tighter this time, his face pressed against Bakugou’s neck. “You’re such a softie, dude.”

“Get the hell off me!” Bakugou grumbled, though he made no move to push him away. Instead, his arms wrapped around Kirishima’s waist, holding him there for just a little longer.

Because for once, he didn’t mind the softness.

[gay-salt-amber]

May I ask for a fic of Venti dragging Scara to dance with him during a outdoor festival in Mondstadt while Diluc makes a comment from the side lines they seem closer than one assumed? Maybe with some inspo from Ed Sheeran Galway Girl or Nancy Mulligan?? And maybe with some background Childe x Lumine or whoever you ship him with???

this ones gonna be a short one but I like it

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The Windblume festival was in full swing in Mondstadt, its archon was no stranger to the festival and loved to celebrate with his people, this year was just a tiny bit different, considering that he had a date~

“Venti, you don't have to drag me! I can walk fine on my own!” The former fatui harbinger complained

Venti laughed, “You tripped over air earlier-”

“That was a one-time thing that you agreed to never mention!” Scaramouche retorted

The bard smiled, “You said you wanted to enjoy the Windblume festival, and getting there earlier than others is a good way to start!”

Scaramouche rolled his eyes, “So you decided to prod me awake at 6 am?”

He nervously laughed, “I mean, yeah! You do live in Springvale! So it takes a while to get to the city.”

“It takes fifteen minutes.” The puppet pointed out

The two eventually made it to Mondstadt city, music was playing, people were dancing and drinks were flowing from both taverns in Mondstadt,

Venti smiled at his city's happiness, “So, what would you like to do first, ‘Mouche?”

Scaramouche shrugged, “I mean, this is your city, these are your people. You should know what's best, shouldn't you?”

The anemo archon nodded in agreement, “I mean, I suppose so…This is your first time in Mondstadt though so I want you to have fun rather than my version of fun.” Scaramouche sighed, kissing his lover on the cheek, “Being with you is all the fun I need. I don't care if it involves dancing, drinking, singing, or poetry.”

Venti blushed, “Oh, thank you! Being around you is a lot of fun too!” Venti seemed rather awkward now, not because he didn't enjoy Scaramouches affectionate words its because he wasn't very used to it.”

Venti looked around, “Well, how about we go sit down over there near the Angels Shares stall? We can sit and chat and I can get some of their wine! It's very good this time of year!”

The bard smiled, taking Scaramouches hand, “I know you’re not the biggest fan of alcohol though, so I can always get you some cider.”

Scaramouche gave Venti's hand a squeeze, “Thanks, sweetheart.” The two made it over to the Angels Shares booth and sat down at a table, Diluc, the owner of the Angel's Share, and also Dawn Winery then walked over, “You’re here rather early, Venti. I didn’t expect you to bring company.” The archon giggled, “Mhm! This is Scaramouche, my boyfriend!”

Scaramouche said nothing and just gave a quick wave to the red-headed bartender

Diluc raised an eyebrow, “That's rather surprising, isn't it?”

Venti looked confused, “How so?”

“Because he's a Fatui Harbinger, you yknow, the same group of people who took your gnosis.”

Scaramouche then butted in by saying, “I’m a former harbinger and I was never involved with taking Venti's gnosis.”

Diluc sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Fine. Venti, I’m assuming you want wine?”

Venti nodded, “Indeed! And ‘Mouche will have some apple cider.”

Diluc then walked off and started making the drinks, leaving Scaramouche and Venti alone at their table

“Dilucs not a bad guy, honest. He’s just wanting to keep Mondstadt safe.”

The puppet let out a soft chuckle, “Oh, I understand, that's not the part that's funny.”

Venti tilted his head, “What do you mean?”

Scaramouche pointed to a table a few feet away, “Childe is right there with his husband.” Venti's eyes widened, “Holy shit! Thats Morax! That old blockhead told me he was married but I didn't think he meant to your co-worker!”

Scaramouche smiled, “Yeah. apparently, Morax is pregnant too, I didn’t even know he could do that.”

“All archons can have babies, and I can too if you’re curious~” Venti winked, making Scaramouche light up like a Christmas tree

“I-I…uhm- I mean, I want a family with you but that was so unexpected…”

Venti laughed, “I know, I know. I just wanted to tease you.”

The two eventually got their drinks and happily sipped away and enjoyed a loving conversation. Eventually, the sky started to light up with stars and Venti looked at Scaramouche with a grin, standing up and extending his hand to him, “Will you dance with me?” Venti asked

Scaramouche blushed but grabbed Venti's hand, “Always…”

The two happily danced together for what seemed like forever, some of the other event-goers stopped and watched the couple as they danced like they were floating on air. Venti always liked to dance, either it be outside or at home, they’d always ballroom dance and it was always one of their favorite things to do together.” 

Venti rested his head on Scaramouches shoulder, “I love you more than you could ever imagine.”

Scaramouche gave him a kiss on the head, toying with his braids, “I love you too, Venti. Thank you for giving a puppet like me a heart.”

Venti reciprocated the kiss, “And thank you for warming my tired heart, you’re the first person and only person I’ve ever wanted to call mine.”

Scaramouche spoiled Venti in kisses as they continued to dance, “You’re so special to me, my dear bard, my sunshine, love of my life, my sun, my moon, my star…”

The two danced and danced with only two weak streetlights and the moon illuminating them as they waltzed.

Scaramouche got down onto one knee causing everyone there to gasp, including Venti

“My beloved, you have done so much for me, more than I deserve. You fell in love first, you confessed first, you hugged me first, you kissed me first…so, I wanted to do something first. For you.”

Scaramouche and Venti both began to have tears running down their cheeks, “Venti, will you marry me?”

Venti tackled and hugged Scaramouche, almost knocking the ring from the man's hand, “Yes! Yes! I love you so much! I’d love to marry you!”

When they stood up, Venti was helping get the dirt off of Scaramouches clothes, and then Scaramouche dipped him and kissed his lips, which made everyone, in the now relatively large crowd, cheer loudly.

The two didn't pay attention to the cheers, they were lost in their own world, and not even Celestia could destroy that world. Venti held Scaramouche tight and said,

“You know, I’ve always wanted to wear a veil.”

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Why Indian Cuisine is Becoming Popular in St. Julian's

St. Julian's, a bustling hub of nightlife, tourism, and culture in Malta, has seen a surge in the popularity of Indian cuisine in recent years. Walking through the streets, it’s easy to spot aromatic curries, sizzling tandoori dishes, and the colorful diversity of flavors on offer at every Indian restaurant St. Julian’s boasts. But what is driving this rise in popularity? Here’s a closer look at why Indian cuisine is capturing the hearts and palates of locals and tourists alike.

Rich Flavors and Culinary Diversity

One of the key reasons for the popularity of Indian restaurants in St. Julian’s is the rich and diverse flavors that Indian cuisine offers. Indian dishes are characterized by a complex blend of spices, herbs, and cooking techniques that create a sensory explosion of taste and aroma. From creamy, mild butter chicken to spicy vindaloo, Indian food caters to a wide range of taste preferences.

This culinary diversity extends beyond regional boundaries, offering diners an opportunity to explore dishes from North, South, East, and West India. For example, tandoori dishes such as naan and kebabs are cooked in a traditional clay oven, while dosas and idlis bring a South Indian flair. This variety ensures that every dining experience at an Indian restaurant in St. Julian’s is unique, making it highly appealing to food lovers.

Growing Demand for Authentic International Cuisine

As St. Julian’s continues to thrive as a multicultural hub, the demand for authentic international cuisine has grown. Tourists and expatriates bring with them a taste for foods from home and a desire to explore new flavors. Indian cuisine, known for its authenticity and depth, fits perfectly into this growing appetite for diverse dining options. Indian restaurants in St. Julian’s have risen to the challenge by offering both traditional dishes and innovative modern adaptations that maintain authenticity while appealing to the global palate.

Health-Conscious Dining Options

In recent years, people have become increasingly health-conscious, seeking out nutritious, flavorful meals that suit various dietary needs. Indian cuisine’s versatility makes it particularly attractive to this demographic. Many Indian restaurants in St. Julian’s offer dishes that are naturally vegetarian, vegan, or gluten-free, catering to health-focused diners. Lentil-based dals, vegetable curries, and gluten-free roti are just a few examples of how Indian cuisine can provide nourishing, protein-rich meals without compromising on taste.

Unique Dining Experiences

Dining at an Indian restaurant in St. Julian’s is more than just a meal—it’s an experience. The combination of vibrant décor, traditional music, and attentive hospitality creates an immersive environment that transports diners to India. Many establishments go above and beyond to ensure an authentic dining experience, from serving food in traditional utensils to presenting elaborate thali meals that offer a variety of flavors in one sitting. This immersive experience appeals to both locals and tourists seeking something special and memorable.

Community Connection and Social Dining

Indian cuisine is inherently social, often centered around sharing large platters of food and communal dining. This aligns well with the social culture in St. Julian’s, where dining out is a popular way to connect with friends and family. An Indian restaurant in St. Julian’s offers an inviting space where people can gather, share dishes, and create lasting memories over a flavorful meal.

The Influence of Cultural Festivals and Events

The growing interest in Indian culture, music, and festivals has also contributed to the popularity of Indian restaurants in St. Julian’s. Events like Diwali and Holi, celebrated by the Indian diaspora and embraced by locals, introduce more people to Indian customs and, of course, cuisine. Special menus and promotions during these festivals allow diners to explore Indian flavors in a festive atmosphere, further strengthening their appreciation for the food.

Positive Word of Mouth and Online Reviews

The popularity of Indian restaurants in St. Julian’s is further fueled by positive word of mouth and glowing online reviews. Diners who have a great experience often share their stories, encouraging others to try the cuisine. The power of social media also plays a role, with beautifully presented dishes often shared on platforms like Instagram, enticing even more people to give Indian food a try.

Conclusion

The rising popularity of Indian cuisine in St. Julian’s is no coincidence. The combination of rich, diverse flavors, health-conscious options, immersive dining experiences, and a multicultural appeal has made Indian restaurants in St. Julian’s a beloved choice for locals and visitors alike. Whether you’re craving traditional dishes or modern twists, Indian cuisine offers something for everyone, making it a staple in the dynamic culinary scene of this vibrant town. So, if you’re in St. Julian’s, a visit to an Indian restaurant is a must—prepare to be captivated by a symphony of flavors and traditions.

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Exploring the Spiritual Essence of Varanasi — The City of Temples

Varanasi, also known as Kashi or Banaras, stands as one of the most revered and ancient cities in India. Situated on the banks of the holy river Ganges in Uttar Pradesh, this city draws pilgrims, seekers, and tourists from all corners of the globe. Known as the spiritual capital of India, Varanasi is famous for its ghats, temples, rituals, and age-old traditions that embody the essence of Hindu culture. In this article, we’ll explore why Varanasi has earned the title of being India’s spiritual capital and highlight the top religious places in Uttar Pradesh, specifically in this sacred city. 1. Historical and Spiritual Significance of Varanasi The spiritual aura of Varanasi is unparalleled, rooted in its rich history and association with religion. It is believed to be one of the oldest continuously inhabited cities in the world, with its history stretching back over 3,000 years. According to Hindu mythology, Varanasi was founded by Lord Shiva, making it one of the holiest cities for Hindus. Why Varanasi is the Spiritual Capital: Varanasi is not just a city but a sacred pilgrimage destination where people come to seek liberation (moksha) from the cycle of birth and death. Hindus believe that dying in Varanasi and being cremated along the banks of the Ganges can free a soul from the endless cycle of reincarnation. This deep-rooted spiritual belief attracts millions of pilgrims every year, making it a hub for religious activities. The Role of the Ganges River: The Ganges is considered the most sacred river in Hinduism, and Varanasi is home to some of the most revered ghats along its banks. Devotees take holy dips in the river, believing it purifies their sins and brings them closer to spiritual salvation. 2. Kashi Vishwanath Temple: The Heart of Varanasi’s Spiritual Heritage No exploration of Varanasi’s spiritual essence is complete without mentioning the Kashi Vishwanath Temple. This iconic temple is dedicated to Lord Shiva and is one of the twelve Jyotirlingas, which are the most sacred shrines of Shiva. Significance: Kashi Vishwanath is not just a temple; it is the beating heart of Varanasi’s religious identity. The temple has a golden spire and a sacred lingam (symbol of Shiva) that draws countless pilgrims every year. It is said that Lord Shiva himself resides here, blessing those who seek him. Experience: Visitors and devotees engage in prayers, rituals, and offerings to Lord Shiva, creating an intense spiritual atmosphere. The temple complex is always buzzing with activity, especially during festivals like Mahashivaratri, top religious places in Uttar Pradesh when thousands gather to celebrate Lord Shiva. Why Visit: For Hindus, visiting the Kashi Vishwanath Temple is considered one of the most sacred pilgrimages, believed to cleanse the soul and bring blessings for a peaceful afterlife. 3. Dashashwamedh Ghat: The Spiritual Hub Along the Ganges Dashashwamedh Ghat is one of the most iconic ghats along the Ganges, famous for its daily Ganga Aarti — a grand spiritual ritual performed in the evening.

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Divine Power: The Significance of Narmadeshwar Lingam

Introduction

The Narmadeshwar Lingam, often revered in Hinduism, holds a unique and profound significance. Found in the sacred Narmada River, these Lingams are not just stones but are believed to be endowed with divine energy and are a symbol of Lord Shiva himself. This article explores the spiritual, historical, and cultural importance of the Narmadeshwar Lingam.

Spiritual Significance                                                         

The Narmadeshwar Lingam is highly venerated in Hindu traditions, especially within the Shaivism sect. According to Hindu beliefs, the Lingam represents the cosmic pillar of fire, illustrating Shiva’s infinite nature. These Lingams are naturally formed, symbolizing the seamless and uncarved nature of divine power.

Symbol of Lord Shiva: The Narmadeshwar Lingam is considered a direct manifestation of Lord Shiva. Devotees believe that worshipping this Lingam can bring spiritual awakening, purification, and liberation (Moksha).

Energy and Aura: It is said that the Narmadeshwar Lingam radiates a potent energy field, known for balancing energies within the environment and the individual, promoting health, peace, and prosperity.

Purity and Sacredness: Unlike other Shiva Lingams that need to be ritually created, the Narmadeshwar Lingam is naturally formed, which enhances its sacredness and purity.

Historical and Mythological Background

The Narmada River, also known as Rewa, is one of the seven holy rivers of India. According to ancient texts and legends, the river is considered older than the Ganges and is personified as a goddess.

Legend of Narmada River: Mythology states that the river was created by Lord Shiva to purify the land and its people. It is believed that the river Narmada flowed from the sweat of Lord Shiva when he performed his cosmic dance (Tandava).

Epic References: The Puranas and the Mahabharata mention the Narmadeshwar Lingam, highlighting its divine origin and the river’s significance in the sacred geography of India.

Cultural Importance

The Narmadeshwar Lingam is an integral part of Hindu worship and rituals. Its cultural significance extends across various aspects of daily life and religious practices.

Pilgrimage and Worship: The banks of the Narmada River are dotted with temples and pilgrimage sites where devotees gather to offer their prayers and perform rituals. The Narmadeshwar Lingam is often the focal point of these rituals.

Festivals and Celebrations: Festivals like Mahashivaratri witness grand celebrations along the Narmada River. Devotees believe that during such times, the divine energy of the Lingam is at its peak, offering blessings to all who seek it.

Healing and Medicinal Beliefs

The Narmadeshwar Lingam is also associated with various healing properties. Many traditional beliefs and practices emphasize its role in holistic healing.

Spiritual Healing: It is believed that meditating with the Narmadeshwar Lingam can lead to spiritual growth and mental clarity. The stone is said to absorb negative energies and purify the soul.

Physical Healing: Traditional healers use the Lingam for its supposed therapeutic benefits, claiming it helps in curing ailments and boosting overall health.

Conclusion

The Narmadeshwar Lingam is not merely a religious artifact but a symbol of divine energy and spiritual significance. Its natural formation, deep-rooted history, and profound cultural importance make it a cherished and revered object in Hinduism. Worshipping the Narmadeshwar Lingam is believed to bring devotees closer to the divine, offering a path to spiritual enlightenment and inner peace.

By understanding the significance of the Narmadeshwar Lingam, one can appreciate its role in promoting spiritual well-being and its enduring legacy in Hindu culture.

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Good morning. Just a short thought for today.

As we settle back into Ordinary Time, it can be tempting to look at it as the "easy" part of the year. There's no fasts or stressful preparations like there would be in Advent or Lent, and there's no great miracles to celebrate like in the Christmas and Easter seasons. It'd be easy to let it all fade into the background until Advent comes again in half a year.

But we'd be missing a trick, if we did that, because it's in these quiet moments that the Holy Spirit is hardest at work, bringing forth the abundant harvest that Ezekiel and Mark visualize for us today. Not just blessings, but a bumper crop of blessings, a rush of wonders that we hardly understand.

Consider, for example, the history of the post-Pentecost festival season we just wrapped up, and the feasts we spent that time celebrating:

Trinity Sunday was a celebration of the nature of God, but through a fairly esoteric and intricate lens, a doctrine that had to be worked out in fourth-century ecumenical councils.

Corpus Christi celebrated God's closeness to us, through a belief that was hardly universal at the founding of the Church.

And the "Sacred Heart" devotions, focused on Jesus's synthesis of eternal divinity and mortal humanity, were invented closer to today than to the time when he was living his earthly life.

None of these were obvious the way Christmas, Easter, or Pentecost are obvious. None of them are commemorations of big flashy miracles, of God's "strong right hand and holy arm". They're more subtle ideas, articles of our faith that only came after the Spirit, after its coming enabled the new Christian community to come to understand what Jesus had no time to explain properly.

It was by adding the Spirit that the hunkering-down apostles became the beginnings of Christianity-as-a-community. In the same way, it was by adding the Spirit that we became aware of all kinds of truths which had been hidden until then, and found ourselves "shouting from the housetops what we hear in whispers", moved to action by our enthusiasm, by our love and wonder.

All this happened in the "long now" of Ordinary Time, to people who were awaiting the Second Coming just as we are. In other words, that era is the era of Ordinary Time, in which the seed sowed by the Spirit - which Jesus couldn't possibly have explained in his own time, about what the Kingdom's sort of love means in a world like our own - are finally bearing fruit.

We are, today, living in those heady days, this strange, in-between time after the Spirit's coming but before Jesus's return. We have a chance to discover, in our everyday lives, wonder after wonder about what living in the Kingdom of God is really like.

It still has the opportunity to surprise and amaze us, any day and every day. Maybe what we learn this year, this month, this week, won't look exactly like what we've come to expect from the gigantic tree that, over the last two millennia, has grown from what the Apostles transplanted into something that shades the whole world as a "major world religion". After all, Ezekiel also reminds us today that sometimes such big trees become withered and must be brought low.

But that's part of the wonder of this season. "Ordinary Time" - everyday life, but the sort of life that could last forever and not get old - life as experienced in the Kingdom of God. We have all the time in the world, to "sleep and rise, night and day", and through living that life which the Spirit has ignited, discover what is being brought to fruition in us.

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Embracing the Spirit of the Emerald Isle: Celebrating St. Patrick's Day Shaina Tranquilino March 30, 2024

Every year on March 17th, people around the world don their green attire, raise a pint of Guinness, and celebrate the vibrant and lively festival that is St. Patrick's Day. This day, dedicated to Ireland's patron saint, has evolved into a global celebration of Irish culture, folklore, and the warm spirit of camaraderie. In this blog post, let's explore the origins, traditions, and the universal appeal of St. Patrick's Day.

The Origins of St. Patrick's Day

St. Patrick's Day commemorates the life and legacy of St. Patrick, a 5th-century Christian missionary and the patron saint of Ireland. Born in Britain, he was kidnapped and brought to Ireland as a slave. After escaping captivity, he returned to Ireland as a missionary, spreading Christianity and reportedly banishing snakes from the island (a mythological aspect as Ireland never had snakes). March 17th marks the date of his death, and over time, it has become a day of celebration in his honour.

Wearing Green and the Shamrock Tradition

One of the most recognizable aspects of St. Patrick's Day is the prevalence of the color green. Streets, buildings, and people are adorned in various shades of green, symbolizing Ireland's lush landscapes and the coming of spring. The tradition of wearing green is believed to make one invisible to mischievous leprechauns, legendary creatures from Irish folklore.

The shamrock, a three-leaved clover, is another iconic symbol of St. Patrick's Day. Legend has it that St. Patrick used the shamrock to explain the Holy Trinity (Father, Son, and Holy Spirit) to the Irish people during his missionary work. Today, the shamrock remains a symbol of good luck and is prominently featured in St. Patrick's Day celebrations.

Parades and Festivities

Cities around the world host lively St. Patrick's Day parades, featuring marching bands, dancers, and vibrant displays of Irish culture. In Dublin, the capital of Ireland, the St. Patrick's Festival spans several days, showcasing art, music, and performances that captivate locals and visitors alike. Parades are not only a feast for the eyes but also an opportunity for communities to come together and celebrate their shared heritage.

Traditional Irish Music and Dance

St. Patrick's Day wouldn't be complete without the infectious sounds of traditional Irish music. Fiddles, tin whistles, and bodhráns create a lively atmosphere, inviting people to dance a jig or reel. Irish step dancing, with its intricate footwork and lively movements, is also a focal point of celebrations. The rhythmic beats and joyful melodies create an unforgettable ambiance that captures the essence of Irish culture.

Irish Food and Drink

No St. Patrick's Day celebration is complete without indulging in traditional Irish cuisine. Dishes like corned beef and cabbage, Irish stew, and soda bread take center stage on dining tables. Pair these savoury delights with a pint of Guinness or a glass of Irish whiskey, and you're in for a true Irish feast.

St. Patrick's Day is more than just a celebration of Irish culture; it's a global phenomenon that brings people together in the spirit of joy and camaraderie. Whether you're donning your favourite green attire, enjoying traditional Irish music, or savouring a hearty Irish meal, this festive day allows us to connect with the rich traditions of the Emerald Isle. So, on March 17th, raise a glass, dance a jig, and immerse yourself in the magic of St. Patrick's Day, a celebration that transcends borders and brings the world a little closer to the heart of Ireland. Sláinte!

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Sankranti Glam: Unleash Your Style with Samyakk's Ethnic Outfits

Introduction:

Festive Kaleidoscope: Makar Sankranti’s Cultural Symphony Across India

Makar Sankranti is celebrated with diverse traditions across India, each state bringing its unique charm to the festivities.

In Punjab, it’s celebrated as Lohri, marked by bonfires and vibrant folk dances. People wear colorful Phulkari designer suits, celebrating with bhangra and gidda.

In Gujarat, Uttarayan is celebrated with kite flying, and women adorn themselves in vibrant chaniya cholis.

In Tamil Nadu, signifies the culmination of the harvest season with families coming together to cook the traditional dish ‘Pongal’ and express gratitude for abundance. Pongal involves traditional attire like Pattu Pavadai for women and Veshti for men.

Assam celebrates Magh Bihu, known for community feasts, traditional dances like Bihu, and lighting of Mejis (bonfires). Women wear traditional Assamese attire, the Mekhela Chador, characterized by elegant silk or cotton drapes, while men don Gamosas, traditional handwoven scarves.

These celebrations showcase India’s cultural diversity through distinctive outfits and rituals during Makar Sankranti.

Why is Makar Sankranti Celebrated?

Solar Transition Celebration:

Makar Sankranti marks the end of the winter solstice and the beginning of longer days. As the sun starts its northward journey, symbolizing the arrival of warmer days, the festival signifies the triumph of light over darkness. The word “Makar” refers to the zodiac sign Capricorn, and “Sankranti” signifies the sun’s transition.

Cultural and Harvest Celebrations:

The festival is also closely linked to agrarian traditions, marking the onset of the harvest season. Farmers express gratitude for the bountiful crops and pray for a prosperous agricultural year ahead. The festival fosters a sense of community as people come together to celebrate the abundance of nature.

History of Makar Sankranti:

Ancient Roots:

Makar Sankranti has ancient roots and finds mention in various Hindu scriptures. It is believed that the celebration has been observed for thousands of years, dating back to the Vedic period. The festival is not only a time for religious observances but also a way to celebrate the cyclical nature of the sun and its impact on agriculture.

Religious Significance:

In Hindu mythology, the day of Makar Sankranti is associated with significant events. It is believed that on this day, Lord Surya (the Sun God) visits the house of his son Shani (Saturn), signifying the end of their differences. Devotees take holy dips in rivers and visit temples to offer prayers, seeking blessings for prosperity and well-being.

Special Food During Makar Sankranti:

Sesame and Jaggery Delicacies:

One of the hallmark features of Makar Sankranti is the consumption of sesame and jaggery-based sweets. Til ladoos (sesame seed sweet balls) and gur (jaggery) are often used to prepare various traditional delicacies like til chikki, gajak, and rewri. These foods are not only delicious but also hold nutritional significance, providing warmth during the winter season.

Pongal in South India:

In South India, particularly in Tamil Nadu, the festival is celebrated as Pongal. The signature dish, also called Pongal, is a special rice dish cooked with newly harvested rice, lentils, and jaggery. The act of boiling over of milk during the cooking process is considered auspicious and symbolizes abundance.

Kite Flying Tradition:

Symbolism and Tradition:

One of the most cherished traditions during Makar Sankranti is kite flying. The sky becomes a canvas for colorful kites, creating a breathtaking spectacle. The tradition of flying kites symbolizes breaking free from the past and soaring high with new aspirations. It is believed that the higher the kite flies, the closer it gets to the divine.

Kite Festivals:

Across India, various states organize kite festivals during Makar Sankranti, attracting participants from all walks of life. Cities like Ahmedabad in Gujarat are particularly renowned for their International Kite Festival, where the sky is adorned with kites of all shapes, sizes, and colors. These festivals promote community spirit and friendly competition among participants.

The Allure of Tradition:

Saree Swagger:

Modern Drapes:

a. Contemporary Draping Styles:

Traditional designer saree drapes like the Nivi style or the Bengali drape are being reinvented with modern twists. Experimental pleats, quirky twists, and unconventional pallu placements have become a common sight, allowing wearers to express their creativity and individuality.

b. Fabric Innovation:

The traditional silk sarees are making way for lightweight fabrics like georgette, chiffon, and organza. These fabrics not only enhance comfort but also provide a fresh and breezy look. Handloom sarees from different states are gaining popularity, promoting the rich craftsmanship of Indian weavers.

c. Fusion Styling:

d. Statement Blouses:

The blouse, once a modest accompaniment to the saree, has now become a canvas for artistic expression. Elaborate embroidery, intricate patterns, and bold designs transform the blouse into a statement piece that complements the elegance of the saree.

e. Contemporary Jewellery:

Traditional jewellery is being reimagined with a modern twist. Kundan, Polki, and temple jewellery are now paired with contemporary designs to create a fusion that effortlessly combines the old and the new.

f. Footwear Trends:

The choice of footwear plays a crucial role in completing the ‘Sari Swagger’ look. While traditional juttis and mojaris are timeless, contemporary styles like embellished sandals and block heels are gaining popularity, adding a modern edge to the overall appearance.

Lehenga Love:

Experimenting with Silhouettes:

a. Asymmetrical Cuts:

Designer Lehengas are no longer confined to the traditional A-line or flared silhouette. Contemporary designers are experimenting with asymmetrical cuts, mermaid styles, party wear designer lehenga and designer silk jacket lehengas. This experimentation adds a modern touch to the traditional ensemble.

b. Vibrant Colors and Embellishments:

Makar Sankranti is a festival of colors, and this is reflected in the choice of lehenga colors. Vibrant hues such as mustard, turquoise, and emerald green dominate the designer festive lehenga palette. Intricate embellishments like mirror work, zari, and thread embroidery further elevate the festive vibe.

Salwar Suits for Women:

Comfort and Elegance:

Variety in Designs:

Fusion Styling:

Embracing the trend of fusion fashion, women often pair their ethnic salwar suits with modern accessories. Statement earrings, embellished juttis, or even a contrasting dupatta can elevate the overall look, making it a perfect choice for those who want to experiment with traditional attire.

Men’s Kurta:

Classic Elegance:

Men’s kurtas remain a classic and timeless choice for Makar Sankranti. The simplicity and elegance of a well-fitted kurta, often paired with churidars or straight pants, make it an ideal traditional ensemble. Solid colors or subtle prints are preferred, allowing men to participate in the festivities with sophistication.

Experimentation with Silhouettes:

Incorporating Handloom Fabrics:

Cultural Impact:

a. Preserving Tradition:

The fusion of Designer Printed Sarees, Party Wear Lehengas, Plus Size salwar kameez, and men’s party wear silk kurtas during Makar Sankranti harmonizes tradition and modernity, defining vibrant festive fashion. It reflects a broader socio-cultural shift towards embracing and celebrating diversity. The amalgamation of traditional attire with modern elements not only preserves cultural heritage but also allows for a dynamic and inclusive representation of Indian identity.

b. Revival of Handloom and Indigenous Craft:

The revival of traditional designer outfits, handloom sarees, and ethnic embellishments in contemporary fashion promotes the preservation of cultural heritage. It encourages a sense of pride in one’s roots and contributes to the sustenance of indigenous craftsmanship.

c. Inclusivity in Fashion:

The acceptance of diverse styles and the breaking of gender norms in fashion demonstrate a growing awareness and acceptance of inclusivity. Fashion is becoming a platform to express individuality, irrespective of gender or cultural background.

Conclusion-

As Makar Sankranti approaches, the convergence of tradition and style takes center stage, epitomized by the fusion of Sarees and Lehengas. This auspicious festival becomes a vibrant canvas for self-expression, where individuals across India showcase a unique blend of cultural richness and contemporary dynamism through their fashion choices.

In this celebratory atmosphere, Samyakk stands as a beacon of choice, offering an extensive collection that includes Kanchipuram sarees, Banarasi sarees, Designer sarees, organza sarees, and an array of lehengas — from Designer and party wear to Bridal lehengas. The brand’s commitment to providing enticing colors, diverse fabrics, and intricate embroideries aligns seamlessly with the festive spirit of Makar Sankranti.

As kites fill the skies, Samyakk invites individuals to soar to new heights of style and individuality, making Makar Sankranti not just a festival but a celebration of fashion, culture, and personal expression. Wish you all readers a very prosperous makar sankranit from team samyakk.

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The Importance of Ayodhya’s Ram Janambhoomi Mandi

India’s rich religious and cultural heritage is symbolised by the Ram Janmabhoomi Mandir in Ayodhya. The construction of this sacred temple is important for the country as a whole as well as for the devoted followers of Lord Rama because it is an outcome of prolonged perseverance, hope, and belief. Ayodhya Janambhoomi Mandir, the birthplace of the pious Lord Ram, has undergone a long-standing historical and legal dispute, thereby ceasing a controversial chapter in Indian history. Today, as we recall, Ram Mandir is not merely an auspicious symbol but an example of the nation’s commitment to religious harmony and peaceful resolution. What could even be better than celebrating it with a whole new majestic temple highlighting a 51-inch statue of Ram Lala Murti, Ram Darbar, and more?

Historical Significance of Ayodhya’s Ram Mandir

The Ram Janmabhoomi Mandir’s historical significance is largely derived from the holy city of Ayodhya, which is believed to be the birthplace of Lord Rama. The temple’s construction has restored a site that has historically and emotionally been important to a journey. An indication of the steadfast dedication and the endeavour to revive the religious and cultural identity associated with Lord Rama is the struggle to construct the temple.

Significance of Ayodhya’ Ram Janambhoomi Mandir

Symbol of Unity

By uniting people of many origins and religions, the Ram Mandir acts as a symbol of unity. People all throughout the country are contributing to the building process, which reflects the idea of unity in variety and promotes a sense of community and shared cultural identity.

Finalization of a Prolonged Battle

The establishment of the Ram Janambhoomi Mandir signifies the conclusion of an extensive court case concerning the contentious location. The community can move forward towards a shared future after this long-standing issue has been resolved, bringing closure and paving the path to social harmony.

Promotion of Religious Tourism

Not only in Ayodhya but also throughout the nation, it is anticipated that the completion of the Ram Mandir will increase religious tourism. The expansion of religious tourism in India is likely to be aided by pilgrims and visitors looking for a closer connection to their Hindu heritage who visit other hallowed locations.

Preservation of Cultural Identity

The Ram Janambhoomi Mandir is essential to the promotion and preservation of Indian culture. The nation’s dedication to safeguarding its rich cultural and religious legacy for future generations is reaffirmed by the building of the temple and the ceremonies and celebrations that go along with it.

Economic Impact

Ayodhya and the neighbouring areas should see an improvement in their economy once the Ram Mandir is completed. The pilgrims’ and visitors’ arrival will boost local companies, generate employment, and advance the region’s general development.

Fulfilment of Devotees’ Aspirations

A temple near the birthplace of Lord Rama has long been a dream of millions of followers, and their dreams have been realised with the construction of the Ram Janambhoomi Mandir. The construction of the temple is a profoundly spiritual and emotional occasion that speaks to these devotees’ faith and dedication.

Festivals and Festivities

The festivals and festivities held in connection with the Ram Janambhoomi Mandir play a significant role in Ayodhya’s cultural rebirth. Greater celebrations that draw visitors from all across the nation will take place in the city, which is already well-known for its colourful festivals. This will promote unity and cross-cultural interchange.

Opportunities for Research and Education

The Ram Mandir’s building creates new avenues for research and education projects. A greater understanding of India’s cultural and religious legacy can be achieved by researchers who study the temple’s history and architecture, including historians, archaeologists, and scholars.

Global Acknowledgment

As a religious and cultural icon, the Ram Janambhoomi Mandir is anticipated to receive worldwide recognition. Scholars, academics, and tourists from all over the world will be drawn to it because of its historical significance, brilliant architecture, and the diversity of cultures it represents.

Promotion of Art and Craftsmanship

The Ram Mandir’s elaborate sculptures and carvings serve as a platform for the promotion of art as well as a display of traditional craftsmanship. India’s many artistic traditions are preserved and promoted in part by the artists and artisans working on the temple’s construction.

Celebrate Lord Ram with Artarium’s Intricate Ram Mandir Statue

A masterpiece that is well worth obtaining is the Ram Mandir statue from Artarium, particularly in view of the impending dedication of the Ram Janmabhoomi Mandir in Ayodhya. The exquisitely detailed statue by Artarium perfectly embodies the divine group, which includes the esteemed Ram Lala Murti. With the unveiling of the ancient temple, Artarium’s statue becomes a physical link to this momentous occasion, signifying devotion and a resurgence of cultural practices.

The value of having an Artarium piece is increased by the significance of the Ram Mandir unveiling. In addition to honouring a significant historical achievement, this statue represents the common cultural legacy of millions of people and acts as a spiritual light. For those looking to add a tangible depiction of the divine to their homes or places of worship, Artarium’s meticulous craftsmanship — from the intricate details of Ram Darbar to the delicate features of Lord Rama — adds a sense of reverence and authenticity. With the Ram Mandir doors opening, Artarium’s monument stands as an everlasting reminder of this significant period in India’s spiritual and cultural history.

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Grishma

Grishma, the scorching hot season that spreads across the Indian subcontinent, brings with it a unique set of experiences. As temperatures soar and the sun mercilessly beats down upon us, life takes on a new rhythm. The streets become deserted during midday hours as people seek shelter in the cool interiors of their homes. Breezy cotton fabrics replace heavy outfits, and ice-cold drinks quench the eternal thirst that seems impossible to escape. In this season of intense heat, nature too undergoes a transformation. Fields turn golden as crops mature under the blazing sun while lakes and rivers dry up, leaving behind cracked earth begging for water. Birds take refuge in shady trees and nestle closer to water sources, their vibrant plumage serving as a stark contrast against the drab backdrop. But amidst all this harshness, there is still beauty to be found in Grishma's unforgiving ways. The evenings bring with them cooler breezes that sweep away the daytime heat while lending an ethereal quality to sunsets. Festivals like Holi mark joyful celebrations amid adversity; colors fill the air as people take solace in each other's company despite facing Mother Nature's wrath. As we navigate through Grishma's ordeal year after year, it reminds us of our resilience and adaptability in face of challenges.

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Auspicious Rakhi: Celebrating the Bond of Love and Protection

Rakhi, also known as Raksha Bandhan, is a Hindu festival that celebrates the bond of love and protection between siblings. On this day, sisters tie a sacred thread, called Rakhi, on their brother's wrist, and in return, brothers promise to protect their sisters from all harm. This festival is celebrated with great enthusiasm in India and other parts of the world, and it is a time to strengthen the bond of love and affection between siblings.

The festival of Rakhi is celebrated on the full moon day of the Hindu month of Shravana, which usually falls in August. It is a day of immense significance for brothers and sisters as it is an opportunity for them to express their love and gratitude towards each other. The ritual of tying the Rakhi is considered to be a symbol of protection, and it is believed to ward off evil and bring good luck.

In recent times, the celebration of Rakhi has evolved, and people have started exchanging gifts and sweets along with the Rakhi thread. The markets are filled with colorful Rakhis, and people take great pleasure in choosing the perfect one for their brother. The festival has also become an occasion for family gatherings, where siblings come together to celebrate and strengthen their bond.

The Auspicious Rakhi is a special type of Rakhi that is believed to have divine powers. It is made of sacred threads and is embellished with precious stones, beads, and other decorative elements. The Auspicious Rakhi is believed to bring good luck and prosperity to the wearer and is considered to be a symbol of divine protection.

The Auspicious Rakhi is usually tied by a priest or a holy person who chants sacred mantras while tying the thread. The ritual of tying the Auspicious Rakhi is considered to be a spiritual experience, and it is believed to bring the wearer closer to God. The Auspicious Rakhi is also believed to have healing powers, and it is said to cure diseases and ward off negative energies.

The Auspicious Rakhi is not just a symbol of protection and love, but it is also a reminder of the importance of relationships. It is a day when siblings come together to strengthen their bond and renew their commitment to each other. The Auspicious Rakhi is a celebration of the unique bond between brothers and sisters, and it is an opportunity for them to express their love and affection towards each other.

In conclusion, the festival of Rakhi is a celebration of the bond of love and protection between siblings. The Auspicious Rakhi is a special type of Rakhi that is believed to have divine powers and is a symbol of protection and prosperity. On this day, brothers and sisters come together to celebrate their bond and renew their commitment to each other. The Auspicious Rakhi is a reminder of the importance of relationships and is an occasion to express love and gratitude towards each other. Let us celebrate this festival with joy and happiness and strengthen the bond of love between siblings.

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WITH HOLI AROUND THE CORNER, LET'S LEARN ABOUT GOOD TOUCH AND BAD TOUCH.

Say “No” to bad touch! Hello, young friends!

The month of Phagun is upon us and the best part about it is Holi — the vibrant festival of colours! Holi celebrations begin on the full-moon night of Phagun with Hollika Dahan and continue till the next day with people applying myriad hues of colours on each other.

According to mythology, the demon Hiranyakashipu took his sister’s (Hollika’s) help to kill his son, Prahlad, because Prahlad was a devotee of Lord Vishnu. Hollika tried to kill Prahlad by sitting on a lit pyre with him, wearing a cloak that protected her from the fire. But the cloak protected Prahlad instead and Hollika burnt! That very night Vishnu killed Hiranyakashipu. Hence Holi is celebrated to mark the victory of good over evil.

In contemporary times, the best thing about Holi is the fact that it blurs the distinctions of class, caste, and religion and brings people closer — everyone comes forward to partake in the Holi festivities, be it with just a tikka on the forehead or simply by sharing sweets with each other.

So, with Holi around the corner, you all must be gearing up to smear colour on each other, gorge on gujiyas, glug some thandai, and do all sorts of fun things! I totally understand your excitement. And I really hope you have a good time!

But do remember that you do not have to do anything you’re not comfortable with — be it playing Holi with friends or letting an adult apply colour on you — just because it’s Holi. Some of you may have skin allergy and that’s a valid reason to stay away from colours. Some of you might find it uncomfortable when a cousin/relative or a neighbour/acquaintance or a friend forcibly tries to apply colour on you and, in the process, touch you in a way that’s not appropriate.

For example, if someone, apart from your doctor (it’s okay if he/she is examining you in the presence of your parents or caregiver) or your parents, tries to touch you, it’s important to say politely but firmly, “No, you can’t touch me,” and immediately leave that place.

Later, do talk to your parents or school counsellor/teacher about it. You don’t have to be embarrassed or feel guilty. It is not your fault at all. Your parents/teachers will help you out and, in most cases, take action against the person who had touched you inappropriately.

Please remember that the body parts which remain covered when you wear a swimsuit are neither to be shown to anyone, nor allowed to be touched by anyone. You should not see those body parts of others too. It’s also okay to report to your parents/teachers any touch that makes you uncomfortable, scared, or confused, no matter which body part it involves. Sometimes, even a hug or a peck on the cheek might make you uncomfortable and it’s okay to say “No”. You do not have to please anyone for a festival or just because you know the person well or he/she gets you chocolates and expensive gifts. Trust your gut feeling and say “No” when you feel uncomfortable by a touch.

Be safe and have a Happy Holi! Since International Women’s Day is coming up too (March 8), don’t miss a chance to be thankful to the women who make your life so much easier — your mother, teacher, sister, grandmother, friend… and the list is endless!

About SFS School, Guwahati

SFS Guwahati is one of the best Private CBSE School in Guwahati with Integrated Coaching, awarded with the “Certificate of Excellence” by Bharat Shiksha Puraskar and Ranked №24 across India for “Mental Health” Ranking 2021