#Mistletoe Productions

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How my OTP's would kiss under the mistletoe 

✰  Merry Christmas my superstars! 🎄 this was a bit rushed towards the rendering part because I kind of ran out of time thanks to the work I had to do last week before my break. But at least it's something!   (Man, I cannot believe it's almost 2024 already) 

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[sagau-my-beloved]

MERRY CHRISTMAS BUT ALSO WHAT WOULD CHRISTMAS DAY LOOK LIKE WITH VENTI

Ahh I'm a little late but you know how it is, merry Christmas to all the people who it is still Christmas for and happy holidays!

Opted for reverse isekai since that's a fan favorite and it kind of makes sense

Yeah he's drunk

Ok no not really, but he sure does act like it with the delirious enthusiasm that he just never seems to kick

Assuming you explained all of the traditions, he's no different than a little kid on Christmas, waking up at a completely unreasonable hour of the morning (which isn't entirely unusual) and lacking the self control to wait even another second before gently waking you with a kiss or two and a bright smile

You better believe he will immediately guide you, stumbling and half awake, to the living room where he insists you both sit together and open gifts

Breakfast will likely be done ahead of time and if you drink coffee that's done as well so you can immediately down a few cups to match his energy

He isn't nearly as concerned with opening his own gifts as he is with watching you open the ones you got from him, taking careful consideration to explain each one in depth if you so desire, making occasional jokes every now and then and maybe hinting at things to come

Afterwards you get to do the same and watch how his face lights up before melting into something more like soft and loving disbelief at the thoughtfulness, he isn't particularly used to receiving gifts, so to have something so personal from his favourite person in the whole world This has quickly become his favorite day of the entire year

You better be prepared to receive a very long hug from Venti on the verge of tears by the end of it, a self-made promise to take care of and cherish everything you've given him

The next part of your day depends on whether or not you have any family obligations to attend to, by either hosting or participating in some form of a get together

If neither of those things are true then it looks as if you'll be practically bound to the bed to binge Christmas movies and indulge in all the love and appreciation your dear lover wants to show you, and never let it be said he can't be persistent

If any of your obligations involve cooking then he'll be right there in the kitchen with you, watching intently and helping out when needed with whatever family recipe you're currently fussing over, offering moral support when not able to help in the form of occasionally sneaking a kiss and offering a song or two, Christmas themed of course (he's been practicing)

There's about an hour or two set aside for you both to sit together on the couch, drinking something warm while watching the fireplace, or the snow outside, or even just each other as he tries to get closer than humanly possible to you because, what? it's cold outside, you wouldn't want him to freeze to death, right?? He'll make it up to you by giving you as much of his warmth in return

Ok but mistletoe, you tell him about that tradition and it is going to be covering every single square inch of your walls and doorways, you best believe Venti is getting as many kisses as he can and he's absolutely not above giving you sad eyes if you won't give in immediately

Also don't even think about going outside without him, he wants to spend every second of the holiday with you and it's too cold out there anyway, won't you just come lay in his arms instead?

(but if it does actually heavily snow, a snowball fight is completely unavoidable, it's simply a matter of when)

I definitely think he would get into some baking too, like lopsided Christmas cookies that you both decorate with icing together (all of his seem to have a strange identifying features that resemble the both of you, and he won't let you separate them), but also a variety of pies and such because you can never have too many sweets on Christmas

Really the whole holiday is just another excuse to spoil you and spend as much time close to you, with the inclusion of festive music, warm blankets, and brightly coloured lights naturally

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"Kiss Me Under The Mistletoe" evokes a romantic holiday tradition steeped in centuries of folklore and custom. This phrase conjures images of couples stealing tender moments amidst the festive chaos of Christmas celebrations. The mistletoe, a small evergreen plant with white berries, hangs innocently above doorways or from ceilings, its presence a silent invitation for affection.

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The tradition dates back to ancient times, with roots in Norse mythology and Celtic druidic practices. Today, it's a playful excuse for lovers to share a kiss, and for shy admirers to make their feelings known. The magic of mistletoe transforms ordinary spaces into potential sites of romance, adding a frisson of excitement to holiday gatherings.

In popular culture, "Kiss Me Under The Mistletoe" has inspired countless songs, movie scenes, and holiday decorations. It represents the warmth and connection we seek during the cold winter months, a spark of intimacy in the midst of communal celebration. For some, it's a cherished annual ritual with a long-term partner; for others, it's a hopeful gesture towards new love.

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This simple phrase encapsulates the joy, anticipation, and sometimes delightful awkwardness of holiday romance, making it an enduring symbol of Christmas magic.

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Think ugly Christmas sweaters with provocative slogans, advent calendars filled with adult toys, or mistletoe placed in strategic locations. It might include party games that combine holiday trivia with flirty dares, or gift exchanges featuring gag items with a naughty edge.

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Ultimately, the best gift reflects your understanding of his personality, shows your affection, and brings joy to your shared holiday celebration.

[taylornation]

Meet us under the mistletoe in one hour! 😘🎁

[luvendiary]

3 times hiccup asked you to marry him + the time you realized he meant it

hello! this was an early draft for this request: Hello!!! Imagine hiccup telling reader "I'm in love with you" / "Marry me" out of blue after a stare down (can be established relationship or not muahahaha) I like how this turned out, except for the ending. it's sort of shitty in my opinion. also, this isn't proofread. and sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language. feel free to point them out. also, there’s a slight corpse bride reference with the vows!! as always, thank you for reading. let me know what you think and if you'd like more of this. requests are always open!

1.

Snoggletog was one of your favorite festivities. The beautiful coat of snow that hugged the soil, and the way the sunlight softly reflected on it was perfect to you. You loved to see how vikings busied themselves by hanging up ornaments and mistletoe on the doors. You loved hearing the out-of-tune carols that echoed across Berk. And you loved the late cold nights as you and the dragon riders sat around a warm fire and talked about the day’s happenings.

One thing you did not love though, was the Snoggletog play, specially because it had been assigned to you all this year. It was the dragon riders’ responsibility to plan, organize and act it out the day of Snoggletog.

“What about the start of dragon races?” Snoutlout suggested.

“They did that two years ago,” Astrid replied as she sharpened her axe.

“We could do Loki-”

“We’re not doing Loki day Tuffnut,” Hiccup interrupted him.

A moment of silence passed amongst all of you.

“What if, we make a reenactment of Odin and Freya’s marriage? How they stopped the Aesir and Vanir war,” you said while nibbling on your thumb.

“That could work,” Fishlegs said.

“I like it, we could even get the dragons in on this,” Astrid suggested.

“Of course, brilliant idea (Y/N),” Snotlout said as he stood up with a cocky attitude. “Specially because I would make the perfect Odin.” He flexed his muscles and stroke a victorious pose.

You chuckled and pushed him away, “Sit down Snotlout. I was actually thinking that Astrid and Fishlegs could be Freya and Odin.”

“Oh no,” Astrid said immediately. “I’m not good at performing. Plus, you gave the idea, you should be Freya.”

“Alright,” you said. “If no one else is up for it, I’ll be Freya. Fishlegs, are you ok with being Odin?”

“Ye-” his reply was interrupted by Astrid elbowing him. “I mean, I wish I could but…I-I don’t like performing.”

“What but you love perfor-?”

“Hiccup! Why aren’t you Odin?!” Astrid chimed in as she placed her arm around your shoulder while the other went around the brunette-boy’s shoulders.

“Uh…I-I guess,” Hiccup said.

Astrid grinned while looking at you, “Great! It’s settled then!”

“Why would you do that?!” you shrieked as you pressed the palm of your hands to your eyes.

Astrid, who sat next to you overlooking Berk from a nearby cliff, shrugged, “Oh I don’t know. Maybe because I’m tired of you two beating around the bush. Why don’t you kiss already? It’s obvious you want to.”

“Shut up Astrid,” you said while sitting up. You rubbed your hands together to provide some heat to your body. “I’m not even sure if he likes me.”

“You’re as blind as Gothi is mute,” she replied.

“How can you be so sure? Has he said anything about me?”

“You’re hopeless Y/N.”

The days went by, and Snoggletog drew closer and closer. Right after training, you went to rehearsals, and while most of it went by in fits of laughter and jokes, you all managed to build a production. You often tended to practice with Hiccup, since you had the most line together, and it gave you an excuse to spend more time with him. During this period, you had managed to gain some small victories in the love department, holding his hand, dancing with him, and hearing him laugh while you acted out some of your scenes being some. However, there was something you both had been avoiding: the marriage kiss. It made your heart flutter and your stomach swarm with butterflies every time you though about the possibility of kissing him; on the other hand, it also felt like Gronkle iron swishing around your intestines. What if he didn’t want to kiss you? What if he just did it out of pity?

Your mind was plagued with questions up until the big day.

“Good luck,” Astrid said while she gave you a knowing look. She was looking forward to the kiss, and if what she had told you was true, all of the dragon riders were too.

The play started out good, Snotlout and Tuffnut played the Aesir family, while Ruffnut and Fishlegs played the Vanir.

The scene changed and the Aesir were complaining with Hiccup about how Freya’s magic and her help towards the Vanir was the reason for their shortcomings.

I was then your time to appear. After several attempts from the Aesir to try to kill Freya, you and Odin came to an agreement: you were to marry each other.

“Marry me,” said Hiccup. And as you looked into his eyes your breath hitched. He had a smile plastered on his face, and his eyes gleamed.

“I will marry you,” you replied as you offered him your hand and he put the ring on your nuptial finger.

The scene was supposed to end there, you were about to take a step backwards so that the actual marriage scene could take place, however you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, and before you knew it you were being kissed. You were being kissed by Hiccup Haddock.

Your shock was palpable, however you dissolved into the kiss once the initial incredulity had passed. Once Hiccup felt the kiss was reciprocal, he wrapped his arms around your waist and drew you closer.

2 .

Dragon racing was a hefty sport. Ever since it was created, it became a fan favorite amongst Berkians. Once every full moon, a match was held that was sure to be the talk of the town for at least a week. On summer and winter solstice, you held the dragon riding tournament, that usually lasted for about a week; except for that one time when the black sheep had wondered deep into the woods, and you weren’t able to find it for two days.

Point of the matter is, dragon racing was a serious issue for vikings. And that’s why victories where celebrated so grandly. You never particularly cared for the celebrations, however wining was important to you; your usually carefree nature was irrecognizable when it came to the sport as you became a furiously competitive rider. This change, spared no one. Not even your boyfriend.

“Incoming!” you called out before snatching the black sheep from Hiccup’s arms, as you held on with your legs to (Y/D)’s saddle while she flew in an upside down position.

“Hey!” he shouted in response with a light chuckle.

“I wish I could say I’m sorry, but I’m not!” you replied with a shit-eating grin directed his way. With the black sheep secure in your arms, you flew away, not a hint of remorse visible on your face.

You returned to your upright position and quickly flew up to your basket and threw in the black sheep. As soon as you do so, you hear the crowds cheers and applause mixed with the blow of the horn, signaling that the match has ended.

Astrid joined you on the platform, followed by Ruff, as they cheered you on and celebrated your team victory.

Hiccup watched you, still mounted on Toothless with a lovesick smile present in his features, “I’m going to marry her,” he said as he took in your beautiful smile.

“I don’t think you’re her type,” said a voice next to him. Tuffnutt flew next to him with a pissed expression -probably because of their defeat- “but go for it. I’m sure my sister would be flattered.”

3 .

“Do you think there are other people out there?” you asked as you stared blankly at the stars. “I mean, besides us dragon riders and dragon hunters. Do you think that maybe there’s another civilization that has been familiar with dragons long before us?”

You heard Hiccup chuckle, “Possibly, maybe they even know of species we have yet to discover.”

“I wonder if they maybe think the same of us. Maybe we’re some strange advanced civilization to them”, you said with a light giggle as your thoughts went wild with the idea of the unknown. “Or maybe, we’re cavemen in comparison to their civilization. Maybe…they know about our existence, and they have just decided to leave us alone because we’re not worth their time.”

“That’s a bit depressing isn’t it?” Hiccup asked, humored by your rambling.

“I don’t think so. I think it’s exciting…” you said slightly breathless as you stared at the vast abyss of twinkling lights that spread above you and beyond. “Just imagine everything we’ve yet to discover.”

You faintly heard the huffs and growls of your dragons, who were entertained by Hiccup’s prosthetic leg as they fought each other for it.

Hiccup allowed himself to steal a glance at you for a fraction of a second. He thought that the view in front of you was beautiful, but to him, the real wonder was sitting right next to him. You looked breathtaking with the starry abyss reflected in your eyes. Yet, you were so unaware of it.

“Marry me.”

He didn’t mean to actually say it. But he just couldn’t control himself when he was with you.

Your trance was broken and you stared at him wide eyed, in disbelief at what he had just said. However as soon as you saw his expression mirroring yours, you burst out laughing. You couldn’t say truthfully that you had never though about marriage, especially with Hiccup.

Hiccup’s startled expression morphed into confusion.”W-What? Why are you laughing?”

“Are you sure you want to marry me?” you asked in between giggles. “You don’t seem very sure.”

“What? Y-Yes! Of course I’m sure! Why wouldn’t I want to marry you?” his eyebrows furrowed in the way you loved. The way that told you you had successfully managed to get in his head. He had turned his body so that it was now mirroring yours, and his shoulders were raising up and down as they usually did when he was trying to explain something or defend a point.

“Fine then. I’ll marry you.”

His rambling stopped immediately. “What? Y-You will?”

You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly. “Sure. Why not?”

You stood up then as you walked around the small island you had stumbled upon earlier that day. Leaving a very flustered and confused Hiccup behind.

“Wait! Where are you going?” he called after you as he struggled to get up. He rambled on as he chased you, asking about arrangements and other things.

“Aha!” you said victoriously as you crouched down over a patch of grass with some wildflowers sprouting out.

Hiccup peered over your shoulder, trying to see what you were doing.

Eventually you stood up and extended your hand towards him. He stared at you blankly for a moment, and muttered to himself, tryin to understand your actions. Still, an amused smile was present on his face.

“Well?” you said after a bit. “Give me your hand.”

He did as you instructed, and then you took out your other hand from behind, which gently held a blade of grass along with some small wildflowers intertwined with each other, forming a ring.

“I know it’s not the best craftsmanship, but I figured we couldn’t get married without rings,” you explained with a soft giggle.

Hiccup grinned down at you, and laughed incredulously. He wondered how he ever got you to agree to be his. “I’m afraid to tell you dearest, but I don’t have a ring for you.”

You sighed mockingly and rolled your eyes. “I know that. I assumed you would be too in your head about your future duty as chief and the dragons to think about me.”

“Hey!” he protested immediately. “I’m always thinking about you-”

“But worry not!” you said as you giggled playfully. “Since I know you well enough to be married, I know you well enough to be prepared for our wedding.” You reached into one of your pockets and puled out and identical ring, which he gently grabbed.

He stared down at you, with a skeptical expression.

“Well, go on with it. Do you want to marry me or not?” you asked as you tilted your head slightly to the side.

Hiccup sighed and then locked his eyes with yours. “I, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock, the Third, make this oath. With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way in darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine."

Once the traditional vows were finished he gently took your hand and slid the delicate ring onto your nuptial finger.

You watched with a smile as he carefully placed it, and once he was done, you repeated the vows and slid his ring onto his own finger.

With your ceremony done, your lips met in a gentle and warm dance. You felt as his hands slid down your back and rested on your hips, holding your body closer to his.

“This is the second time we’ve been married now,” he whispered as he broke apart form the kiss,

“How scandalous,” you whispered back with a soft laugh, as you remembered the Snoggletog performance and how it ended up with your first kiss.

“Maybe the next time we get to do it, you’ll actually be wearing white.”

You stared up at him with a raised eyebrow. “Is that so? Does that mean you’d like to bed me next time?” you teased.

“I’d love to bed you now,” he said with a slight chuckle. “But I’m aware you’d rather follow the traditional path.”

You laughed and patted his chest. “Well, you’ll better get me that white dress quickly then.”

4.

Hiccup had been acting weird all day. Evading you and whenever you managed to track him down he responded any question you had in a dismissive manner. You had figured you should let him alone for a while, at least until he was ready to talk about whatever was bothering him.

He did tend to get too into his own head whenever he was worried, and it took you telling him about it for him to realize he could share his burden with you. But this time it was different.

When you had asked what was bothering him he dismissed you as soon as he could and continued what he was doing.

It had hurt you. It made you think if you had done anything wrong, but you couldn’t think of anything. It was scary thinking about what this could mean for the both of you.

“And you’re sure he hasn’t ever acted like this before?” Astrid asked as she tried to make sense of the situation with you.

You where both sat in the Great Hall, as the rest of the vikings ate their dinner. You however, couldn’t seem to make anything go down past your throat, as worry consumed you.

“Yes Astrid, I am sure,” you replied rather harshly. “I don’t even know where the hell he is right now. For all I know he’s probably off in another girl’s house. Maybe he got tired of waiting for me. Maybe he realized he doesn’t want this sort of commitment…”

You knew that this was irrational thinking. Hiccup had never given you signs that he didn’t want to be with you anymore, on the contrary, he was always very reassuring on how much he liked being with you. Up until now you had never had any reason to doubt your relationship; but up until now, Hiccup had never behaved like this either.

“Don’t say that! That boy is crazy for you. He has been since we where thirteen.”

You sighed and buried your hands in your hair. “Then why is he acting like this?!”

“I think you should ask him yourself,” Astrid said as she placed a comforting hand on her friend’s back.

“I’ve already tried that…” you groaned out. Your voice muffled by your arms, on which you were resting your head.

“Give it one more try. Maybe he’ll snap out of it.”

Reluctantly, you agreed and made your way up to the watch tower. It was Hiccup’s turn to keep watch tonight, so you knew he wouldn’t be able to escape this time.

You felt the heat of the fire before you saw it, and you knew he was there.

“You need to cut the crap Haddock,” you started as you saw the faint outline of his shadow as you were nearing the end of the stairs. “If I did something wrong, just tell me right now because I can’t keep doing this. We’re not teenagers anymo-”

Your throat closed up as soon as you saw him. A gasp escaped your mouth and your hands flew to your face.

In front of you, Hiccup was down on one knee and a small wooden box sat comfortably on the palm of his hand.

“You bastard,” you whispered just to yourself.

He chuckled at that and smiled as he saw your reaction. He then opened the box to reveal a small silver ring in the shape of some intricate patterns.

“My dearest Y/N…” he started, but the lump in his throat wouldn’t let him go any further.

“Oh Hiccup…” you breathed out as you approached him slowly.

“Please marry me,” he said finally.

You crouched in front of him with tears in your eyes and held his face in your hands.

“Of course I will marry you,” you replied as a teary laugh escaped your throat.

To him, it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

He laughed then, as he slid the ring in, and looked up at you. He cupped your cheeks with the palm of his hand and pulled you closer until your lips met. He tasted tears and relief in that kiss.

You eventually separated and you hit his chest lightly.

“Don’t ever do that to me again you bastard!” you said as the tears flowed, and you whipped them off as nervous laughter escaped your lips.

“I swear this is the last time love,” he chuckled as he crouched his head slightly to help you whipe your tears.

“Not that! Don’t ever avoid me like that again Hiccup! I was starting to think that maybe you didn’t want me anymore…”

Hiccup grabbed your chin gently and made you look up at him. “Theres no one else I’d rather want.”

You laughed nervously once again and offered him a teary smile.

“I’m sorry I scarred you love. I just…I was so nervous.”

“It’s ok…” you reassured him. “I understand.”

He smiled down at you and whipped another tear. You didn’t mean to keep doing it, but you had been so worried all day long that it was finally coming out. You didn’t want to ruin your moment like this. It was supposed to be a moment for celebration and happiness. You tried to make it stop.

“You can cry. I will lift your sorrows,” Hiccup said with a soft laugh as he whipped another tear.

You smiled then, tears still flowing out. But you knew it would be alright. He would make you feel alright. He always did.

[writing-with-sophia]

Poison list (2)

Hello, it's me again! After some feedback on my previous potion list post, I decided to research a little more about potions and come up with this post. I hope everyone will like it!

1. Poison Ivy

I think anyone who has watched Batman will know the female supervillain Poison Ivy. I thought it was a name she came up with until I found the Poison Ivy plant online, lol.

Eastern poison ivy is typically a hairy, ropelike vine with three shiny green leaves budding from one small stem. The leaves may be red in the fall.

Western poison ivy is typically a low shrub with three leaves. In the East, Midwest, and South, it grows as a vine.

It may have yellow or green flowers and white to green-yellow or amber berries.

It has an oily sap in its leaves called urushiol. This causes an allergic reaction that can make your skin red, swollen, and itchy.

2. Poison Oak

It is typically, a shrub with leaves of three, like poison ivy. The sun-facing side of the leaf has tiny hairs on it and is a darker shade of green than the ground-facing side. 

Pacific poison oak may be vine-like.

Though it grows all over the country, it’s more common in the West.

It could be hours or days before your skin reacts to the plant sap (urushiol). And your rash may eventually turn bumpy and form blisters that ooze.

3. White Snakeroot

A North American herb with flat-topped clusters of small white flowers and contains a toxic alcohol known as trematol.

Generally found in woods and along streams. It is not often found on open prairies because it does not do well in full sunlight. The plant will grow 1 to 3 feet in height and will have thin smooth leaves with toothed margins.

The poisonous effects in livestock usually result from direct consumption of the white snakeroot plants. In humans, poisoning can be caused by consumption of dairy products from cows that have eaten white snakeroot.

4. Rosary Pea

Also called jequirity beans, these piously-named seeds contain abrin, an extremely deadly ribosome-inhibiting protein.

Rosary peas are native to tropical areas and are often used in jewelry and prayer rosaries. While the seeds are not poisonous if intact, seeds that are scratched, broken, or chewed can be lethal.

It only takes 3 micrograms of abrin to kill an adult, less than the amount of poison in one seed. It is said that numerous jewelry makers have been made ill or died after accidentally pricking their fingers while working with the seeds.

Abrin in rosary pea prevents protein synthesis within cells and can cause organ failure within four days.

5. Foxglove

Its bell-shaped flowers are often bright purple but can be white, yellow, or pink. It blooms in the spring. It also has a fruit with lots of seeds, which kids sometimes eat.

 All parts of the flower are poisonous and can slow or disrupt your heart.

In fact, digitalis (a heart medicine) is derived from this plant. When formulated into a medication with a controlled dosage, digitalis is valuable in treating heart failure. It helps a weakened heart pump harder.

People who eat any part of the plant or make tea from the leaves are, in essence, taking an unregulated dose of heart medicine. This can cause the heart rate to slow down or become irregular. Both can be dangerous and life threatening.

6. Mistletoe

This plant lives off of other trees and shrubs, which makes it a parasite. Its stems are thick and easy to break, with lots of branches. The leaves are often thick and stay green all year. Its little yellowish flowers don’t have petals. The small, white berries have one seed and contain a sticky, poisonous pulp.

The berries can give you diarrhea and slow or stop your heart.

All parts of American mistletoe contain a toxic protein called phoratoxin, while European mistletoe contains viscotoxins, which prevent new cells from forming.

7. Oleander

Oleander (Nerium oleander) is a common ornamental evergreen shrub.

All parts of the oleander plant are deadly and contain lethal cardiac glycosides known as oleandrin and neriine.

If eaten, oleander can cause vomiting, diarrhea, erratic pulse, seizures, coma, and death, and contact with the leaves and sap is known to be a skin irritant to some people.

The plant is very bitter.

That's all!

[merrymusings]

            winter / christmas / holiday themed prompts

♛ — [sender] brings a gift to [receiver] ☁ — [sender] throws a snowball at [receiver] ✧ — [sender] bumps into [receiver] under mistletoe ✰ — [sender] and [receiver] stroll around the city/town looking at holiday lights ❐ — [sender] gives [receiver] a festive sweater ♬ — [sender] sings a christmas carol at [receiver]'s door ⇧ — [sender] and [receiver] drink hot cocoa at a diner ☃ — [sender] and [receiver] attempt to make a snowman together ● — [sender] and [receiver] decorate a christmas tree ❆ — [sender] and [receiver] get trapped indoors during a snow storm ╳ — [sender] encourages [receiver] to make a snow angel ⍋ — [sender] and [receiver] pick out a christmas tree at a farm △ — [sender] and [receiver] try to chop down a christmas tree in a forest ☜ — [sender] and [receiver] attend a white elephant/secret santa party ✔ — [sender] and [receiver] make small talk at an office holiday party ☺ — [sender] and [receiver] get tipsy at an office/school/community holiday party ♞ — [sender] and [receiver] watch silly hallmark holiday movies ☎ — [sender] and [receiver] put together a gingerbread house ◎ — [sender] and [receiver] decorate and bake christmas cookies  — [sender] and [receiver] cook a festive meal ☮ — [sender] brings [receiver] some fruitcake ✂ — [sender] and [receiver] craft handmade ornaments/decor ♤ — [sender] and [receiver] try to string popcorn garland ☀ — [sender] and [receiver] go ice skating ☂ — [receiver] sees [sender] fall from a roof/high place while putting up christmas lights ☾ — [sender] and [receiver] go shopping for gifts together ‼️ — [sender] and [receiver] take holiday themed photos together ♡ — [sender] and [receiver] cozy up by a fireplace ⌘ — [sender] and [receiver] visit an outdoor christmas/holiday market ♣ — [sender] and [receiver] make mulled cider ◑ — [sender] gifts [receiver] a pair of matching pajamas ✚ — [sender] and [receiver] volunteer at a soup kitchen ➊ — [sender] and [receiver] attend a local theater production of a christmas carol ✿ — [sender] and [receiver] attend a ballet presentation of the nutcracker ★ — [sender] and [receiver] attend a holiday orchestra ♜ — [sender] and [receiver] play board games by candlelight ♨ — [sender] and [receiver] roast chestnuts on an open fire ♯ — [sender] and [receiver] wrap presents together ☠ — [sender] and [receiver] play a holiday themed drinking game ⁑ — [sender] offers [receiver] coquito or eggnog ✗ — [sender] and [receiver] attend a nye black tie gala 𓋼 — [sender] and [receiver] discuss resolutions for the new year ✈ — [sender] and [receiver] count down to midnight

[inner-viper]

Christmas with your FS

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Pile 1 Sexual Tarot Deck: 6 of Swords, 3 of Wands, 2 of Swords, and 4 of Wands

“Under the mistletoe, we kiss tonight. This marks our eternal love for each other..” “I want to keep you away from everyone, to hold you, kiss you, fuck you.. Ugh too bad we can’t escape them”

It seems like your first Christmas is at a family gathering of theirs. I feel like you both wanted to collaborate on the Christmas events from each side of the family. Either one of you could have a lot of extended family members! Anyways, this starts off as being very uncertain and not knowing where to look. It’s like you both had plans for this time around to be alone but ultimately it was not a viable option. I am getting a vision of your FS answering a call from their family, their family wants to hang around and have a cute holiday party. It seems like you will be slightly disappointed because you may have been planning a holiday getaway in secret but now you have to cancel your vacation. Regardless the chemistry between the two of you is still there! You both decided to lay off having sex. I feel like this pile has these moments in the relationship where they get infatuated with each other. It is like you both want to consume each other's souls. There is a strong sexual energy here. I am picking up that you like to tease a lot! You seem to enjoy wanting to make your FS dripping/leaking. It’s almost like you are taking out your anger on them haha. It seems like you like to transmute energy with your FS. I am sensing that you enjoy having the freedom to tease them all you want. During the Christmas holiday week, you will be touching them and edging them. It's not enough for them to cum though. They will be SO frustrated with you, they may at times snap at you during this week because they want you to satisfy them. I am getting a vision of you smiling at them and rubbing circles into their ass, really touching all their erogenous zones. You will even be taking lewd pictures to send to them while they are out. When it comes to Christmas day, you both will be riled up. You both can no longer take it anymore, you must unleash all this lust. This sex is going to have you both passing out but there will be challenges to get away from family! I am sensing that this party event is at your FS parent’s house. During the party, you both will be giving flirtatious stares, discreetly touching each other, and doing gestures that no one else understands. I am getting a vision of someone lifting up their skirt/dress and not wearing anything underneath it! You both will find ways to sneak off and share a kiss or two. I am sensing that every 30 minutes you both find somewhere hidden to be to make out. There is a lot of tongue energy here, my lips feel wet. So I am sensing that this kiss is quite erotic. I feel like this is the pile that is really into making out. You both will explore each other's tongue and mouth. You may enjoy the feeling of their tongue against yours and vice versa with your FS. Now for the sex.. On Patreon

Pile 2 Sexual Tarot Deck: 10 of Swords, Death, The Stars, and The Hierophant

“Hold my hand, take care of me while I go through this despair” “Take away my pains, I no longer wish to cry but I can’t help it”

This pile has some dark energy to their reading. I feel like there will be an event with your FS that will leave you sad, and almost depressed. I am not sure but some people that choose this pile may struggle with depression and dark thoughts. I hope that you can find some peace at times though. Anyways, there seems to be a death in the family or this is around the time that a family member has passed away and you no longer wish to grieve over it but you can’t help it when it comes to their anniversary. You seem to struggle with keeping it together, there will be moments where you want to scream and cry for help just so you don’t hold it in anymore. The collective of this pile may be people who struggle to ask for help when in need. It’s almost like you have this hyper-independence mindset. There is a vision that I am seeing of you being alone and crying alone in the dark. For some reason, you may hide what you are going through from your FS. I can sense that they will mention how you seem to have changed, and that they are always there for when you need to talk but you are trying to put this brave front. Now, the next vision that I am seeing is them catching you crying. I am seeing a vision of someone finding you outside crying to yourself, knees held against your face, and the sounds of weeping distraught. They are going to surround you with love and care at this time. They don’t want you to feel like you are alone because you aren’t. I am sensing that they were really festive and into the holiday spirit. They were excited to have spent time with you and their family. You didn’t want to ruin that for them so this is one of the reasons that you convinced yourself to hide it. You did not ruin their holiday spirit but they are upset that you didn’t talk to them sooner. During the Christmas holiday week, they will be attending to your needs. They will be around more often, taking care of house chores, bringing soup, and creating a comfortable safe space. They want you to be able to express your emotions fully. They don’t want you to bottle it up, they want to see you feel more comfortable around them. There is also this desire from them, they desire to be the one to see you vulnerable. A raw authentic version of you, a desire to see who you really are. They want to see you drop the high walls that you may have put up to keep others out. In a way, this will build a stronger relationship between the two of you. Now during Christmas day, I see that you two will be more comfortable and relaxed with each other. I feel like your FS didn’t want to spend time with their family because you were still grieving for some you both attended Christmas Day for a brief period of time. Either way, you end up at your house/apartment. I feel like this starts off very slow and passionate. It feels like this starts off with sweet compliments from them. They will be caressing you, rubbing circles into your skin, and trailing sweet kisses all over your body. They will be very gentle and ask if you want to continue because they really just want you to feel relaxed. Now for the sex.. On Patreon

Pile 3 Sexual Tarot Deck: 2 of Wands, Knave of Swords, 8 of Wands, and 4 of Swords

“Come I know you want more..” “Let’s have multiple back-to-back orgasms”

This pile is very passionate and fiery with their FS. I feel like you both are looking forward to spending the holidays alone. You both may have wanted to go on a trip by yourselves. I feel like you both spent a lot of time with family a week before so they wouldn’t feel saddened that you guys aren’t there with them. For some people who selected this pile, I feel like you may not have a good relationship with family so it is natural for you to just spend this holiday at home all cozy. Although because of that they want to bring an abundance of love to you. There is a general sense of wanting to make Christmas Day special, I feel like either one of you did not have the best holiday. Perhaps it is because either one of you did not grow up with celebrating this holiday but you or your FS could have grown up with it. It’s almost like they want to introduce you to a special occasion. You or they could put a lot of effort into making things perfect, so you’ll find it to be shocking that they are stressing over minor details. I see them asking your opinions on which country you want to be in, what activities, and what you want from each unique location that you may have selected. Your FS is wealthy, this is the pile that could have millionaire spouses. For some people, they are amazing at budgeting, so they make a good income to support both of you. Throughout the week, you both will be busy with a lot of fun spontaneous activities. I feel like there is so much teasing energy here. You could be wearing more revealing clothes, tighter fits, and showing off more of your collarbones than usual. They will be really into it, I see you both like to do some color coordination. You both are such a cute couple because I am seeing you both planning what to wear together. Whenever you both go out to dine, I feel like this is where the teasing is more prominent. You both have the correct words to say, there is a lot of dirty talk. Whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ear. Ok, so I am hearing a deep sexy masculine voice and a sweet seductive woman’s voice. Whoever you are into, they have a sweet deep voice. I feel like you may even have a voice kink because you will be squirming just from their voice alone. There may be times when you think you are seducing them and they will match your energy and do the most. It’s like you both are competitive with each other. I feel like this pile's energy enjoys switching and exchanging power dynamics. There is a sense of trying to overly dominate each other and I feel like some days on this trip you give up and vice versa. There is so much fun energy here, they may be into worshiping you. I feel like you’ll have so much because they make you feel good about yourself.

Now for the sex.. On Patreon

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[fodenswhore]

🪴Mistletoe

{In which you and Billy decorate a Christmas tree}

Billy was a bully and low-key irritating but he’s so easy to write for and he was sorta cute.

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Christmas had finally arrived in Avonlea. The whole town was buzzing with excitement and christmas spirit. A blanket of snow covered the usually crop filled fields and the lake was frozen with glittery ice. Residents of the town were baking cookies, making pies, decorating their homes, buying presents and your school was even putting on its own play.

As you didn't want to participate in the school production (much to the dismay of Rachel Lynde), you had been set the task of decorating the tree that would sit snuggled in the corner of the stage - a job you were more than satisfied with. However, your momentary joy was cut short when you realised Billy Andrews was to be helping you.

"Why do we even need two people decorating one small christmas tree?" You muttered to yourself as you collected a box of decorations from the floor and moved towards the tree. “I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself."

"What was that Y/N?" A voice called. You groaned quietly to yourself as Billy strode up to you, "Need help with that box? It looks rather heavy." He said, trying to grab the box of decorations from your hands.

You pulled the box away from his grip and scowled at him, "I'm quite alright. If I was in need of your assistance, I would've asked for it."

He held up his hands in mock surrender, "Right, right." Anne and Diana, who were practicing their lines a few feet away, giggled at your encounter.

Your relationship with Billy (if you could even call it that) was rather complicated. He adored you and you couldn’t stand him. Now, you probably wouldn't dislike him so much if he wasn't so irritating. He persisted in trailing around you like a lost puppy, delivering 'anonymous' love poems to your desk every morning and offering help wherever you didn't need it. Your friends (especially Ruby) thought it was sweet, you, on the other hand, found it both annoying and flustering.

And so it was just your luck that Miss Stacey had put you two together. Although, you were starting to wonder if maybe Billy had asked her to - oh you hoped not.

You settled on the floor next to the tree with the box of decorations and started to rifle through the box. Billy plonked himself down next to you and began to do the same. You had managed to sit in silence for at least five minutes and were just beginning to hang decorations on the tree when Billy pulled something out of the box and dangled it in front of your face. "Why look Y/N, mistletoe."

You swatted the mistletoe out of your face and frowned at the cheeky grin on Billy's face, "I'm not giving you a kiss."

"Why not?" He said with a smirk, holding the mistletoe above your head.

You furrowed your brows and shuffled backwards away from him, "Because it's you."

Billy held his hand mockingly to his heart and lowered the mistletoe, "I'm wounded."

He fake pouted at you and you rolled your eyes and shook your head, "You're quite impossible, you know that?"

Billy shrugged his shoulders lazily, "So i've been told, many a time, by you."

"If you weren't so intolerable I wouldn't have to tell you every time I saw you." You stated pointedly, pulling out some old candles from the box.

"You have a way with words Y/N." Billy chuckled lightly and smirked at you. He held the mistletoe up again and moved towards you, “Now, what about this kiss?"

[artxsticsuper]

Jax: Mistletoe

✰  A mistletoe… Now pucker up and kiss it Digital Circus!

✰ I am finally back from hell (school)! It's about time I posted something related to the holidays.  [This is definitely something Jax would do] 

[its-all-papaya]

trick or treat🎃🎃

come trick or treating!!

I've been trying to change these up in terms of content type, so I was considering on the walk home what ideas I could throw at a wall that aren't just dad lando or other wip snippets, and i think... ballet dancer lando au??

This started as an anybody, nowhere AU dupe and became a hallmark christmas movie in my head REAL QUICK but hear me out:

lando as the principal at a ballet company. he is the best. he has achieved The Goal he's had since childhood. he is being paid to dance. ballet is crazy bc it's so comforting in its familiarity, the lines are all so cleanly drawn, there are rules and correct ways to do things, but it is also soooooooo mean to ur brain (ask me how i know). lando's self-critical ass would suffer similarly to how he has suffered in F1. it's such a balance between repetition and perfection... i could make something of that. i could crawl inside his brain i think. anyway, point is he's kind of burned out and questioning his life's direction and just going through the motions of his job.

oscar's sisters younger than they are irl (like 6, 8, and 14) and in the training school at lando's company. they are mice and/or cookies and/or party children and/or snowflakes in THE NUTCRACKER (hallmark movie, see?)

lando is the nutcracker prince, obviously. and all of the kids worship him when he starts coming to rehearsals with them in december, even when he's just kind of stretching existing blocking. like... he's so good and graceful and they all have crushes on him.

i think landoscar would meet OUTSIDE of ballet context (bar, coffee shop, whatever i invent as oscar's job) and start out flirty cute landoscar-y. lando finding joy in the novelty of him and the dry way he approaches things and tells things how they are, but not in the mean way his choreographers do. it's actually kind of funny. lando is charmed.

meanwhile, oscar's kid sisters chatting at oscar nONSTOP about how beautiful and perfect the nutcracker prince in their production is. he's so kind and SUCH a good dancer and they're absolutely in love with him.

but somehow on one side or the other, someone doesn't know lando's name. so oscar never makes the connection. until CHANCE ENCOUNTER where they put the pieces together. oscar picking up his sisters late bc his mum couldn't and finding lando waiting for them in the lobby, perhaps. giving cute little corrections the youngest one or feeding them extra snacks out of his bag bc it's past dinner. and oscar is like.... OH!!??

i think subplot where oscar's oldest sister is Going Through It as a snowflake and is like "i'm not good enough, i should quit" and lando helping her emotionally or through private lessons or both idk, i've only been thinking about this for like 25 minutes ever.

miracle of christmas ending where through oscar's younger sisters, lando rediscovers the beauty and fun and magic of dancing. and obviously landoscar kissing under some mistletoe or backstage or both or everywhere.

is this anything?? i might be able to bang it out by christmas if i go nose to grindstone and keep myself strictly under like 20k with it.

[climbthemountain2020]

Solstice Gifts

Baby's first Feysand! | Ao3

[Feyre loves buying Solstice gifts for her family, but this year she might have been outdone.]

Eternal thank yous and forehead kisses to @tunaababee @cauldronblssd and @witch-and-her-witcher for just being the most wonderful humans and beta reading and encouraging me to post this.

Solstice in Velaris was the most lovely time of year, and no matter how much time Feyre spent here, she doubted she’d ever grow tired of it.

The snowy streets were covered in faelights, all twisted into beautiful shapes and hanging from the signs and light posts. There were long strings of them criss-crossing over The Rainbow and casting all the snow and shops in an ethereal glow. Complex smells of cinnamon, clove, freshly baked breads, rosemary, and mulled ciders cascaded from the storefronts, their windows decked in boughs of holly and fir and their doors hung with mistletoe.

Feyre was hurrying back to the River House, late as usual, with the last of her gifts.

She’d been mostly organized this year, but Nesta’s gift had ended up taking longer than expected, and of course today was the first time she’d been able to sneak off to grab the little Illyrian leathers with space for wings that would fit an almost-four year old.

She’d gone a little overboard on gifts this year, but it was hard to not spoil those she loved now that she had the means. Old habits die hard, and she too-vividly remembered the years that she and her sisters had stoically ignored the Solstice happening at all, not even a candle lit in the windows to be spared. So now, when things had changed so vastly in the last seven years, she would fully use every bit of means at her disposal to shower everyone with gifts they would love.

Nyx was six now, somehow, the years flying by in a rush that she tried and failed to stop like grabbing whitewater in her hands. Rhysand reassured her constantly, a laugh on his lips, that though time was flying, they still had centuries together, and there was no need to beg for more. Another thing she had trouble letting go of in her immortality–the idea that things were good now, and there was no time limit on it. Things could be happy and productive and peaceful like this for centuries more. But Feyre still had trouble allowing hope for good things to bloom in her heart, despite feeling beyond blessed in all ways.

She shuffled the bags in her arms–she’d had to stop for some last-minute pastries, too. What good was a solstice birthday if she couldn’t eat whatever she wanted? The smells on the way to the leather-smith had been too good to resist, and she was crazed for the pistachio croissants with the bergamot filling that the bakery beside Rita’s had this time of year.

She quietly snuck the front door open, hoping to slip in quietly and unnoticed by her houseguests. Mor, draped in her normal gorgeous finery, strode through the foyer, lifting a brow that surely must be genetic, and before tipping her head back to laugh at Feyre.

“You’re just as bad as Rhys, you know? I saw him coming back not twenty minutes ago.”

Rhys, that weasel.

Feyre wondered what he’d been off plundering after amusedly lecturing her this morning about sneaking out last minute for more presents. She ran the bags upstairs, ditched her coat, and wrapped the leathers quickly in the celebratory packaging she’d picked up last month in their guest bedroom before scurrying back down the stairs. She’d arrived just in time, everyone present in the sitting room as Nuala and Cerridwen announced the dinner was ready. Luckily, she’d had the foresight to prepare before going to grab the gifts, her long midnight-blue dress swaying luxuriously around her feet, the gossamer sleeves like a soft embrace along her arms. She’d definitely gotten used to wearing pretty clothes in the time she’d spent in Velaris, though most days, she still dressed for comfort. She’d left her hair down and lightly curled, compulsively tucking a strand behind her ear as she entered the dining room. Elain had helped prepare the Solstice meal and cake, as she insisted she do every year, and Feyre had to admit it all looked mouthwatering, as always.

Rhys pulled her seat out for her as she walked up, pressing a quick kiss to the side of her head as he pushed her in.

“Last minute shopping go well?” He murmured against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine and goosebumps down her arms. He knew it, too, and she turned to scrunch her nose at him as he laughed.

“I hear you’re one to talk, hypocrite.” He held his hand to his chest feigning offense, then sent her an absolutely world-shattering smile as he moved to take his place.

A crash in the hall sent Feyre’s eyes to the doors, followed by Nesta’s bellowing.

“Hey! Wings closed indoors! You know the rules.” Giggles abound as Nyx and Aife came into the room, leaning into each other and cackling as they took their seats. They were only two years apart and thick as thieves. Though Nesta and Feyre would never admit it aloud, seeing their children close as they’d never had the opportunity to be as children had healed something between the two of them that had once felt depthless.

Nyx pushed midnight-black hair from his eyes as he looked to Feyre.

“Mom, can we go play with our presents after we open them tonight? I promise I’ll go straight to bed after.”

“I don’t see why not. Nesta, are you all staying the night tonight?” Nesta looked to Cassian and nodded.

“I think so. Aife and Nyx are going to be here all day tomorrow anyway during the snowball fight. We might as well.” She gave a pointed look to Cassian, who grinned wolfishly. Feyre could hear Aife whispering to Nyx.

“Who’s going to win this year?”

“Uncle Az. It’s always Uncle Az. He says our dads are old now.” They both giggled and Feyre cracked a smile, shooting the conversation down the bond to Rhys, whose eyebrows lifted as he shot her an amused smile as if to say we’ll see.

They tucked into the great feast, a large roast the centerpiece, surrounded by offerings of ham and turkey and too many sides to reasonably name. Feyre loaded her plate with the most buttery mashed potatoes she’d ever tasted, one of Elain’s specialities that Feyre always requested for special occasions, as well as a basil and tomato tart, baked to crisp perfection by Nuala.

She remembered a time when she’d hated her birthday, and while she still wasn’t entirely comfortable with all the attention, she surely would celebrate now if only for the delicious foods she got to have. She couldn’t beat the company either, her blood and chosen family all seated around the table, laughing and loving and enjoying themselves in her home. A decade ago, she would have laughed in the face of anyone who’d tried to describe this possibility, and it wasn’t lost on her how much luck and fate had stepped in to make things as they were.

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Stuffed to the brim and with the gift exchange behind them, Feyre slumped onto the couch. The kids had been spoiled beyond reason, the piles of gifts higher than the chairs surrounding them.

Nyx and Aife had begged Az, Cass, and Lucien to bring them outside to practice with the new bow and arrow sets, courtesy of Elain and Lucien’s recent trip to the Day Court. As the official “Uncle Troupe”, as they’d so ridiculously named themselves, they felt it would have been in poor taste to decline. Feyre pulled her feet up onto the couch and laid her head back. It had been a busy few months, though things were finally, blessedly beginning to smooth out. They’d been able to delegate a bit more recently, and it certainly helped their workload.

Elain had gone back to the kitchens to help clean up and exchange gifts with the twins before they took off for the evening, leaving Feyre to relax for a bit while Nesta, Gwyn, Emerie, and Mor sat at the table with sweets and coffees chatting. Amren and Varian had skipped the party this year in favor of a trip to Summer, as they now alternated holidays between courts. While she’d never taunt Amren to her face about it, Feyre secretly loved how domesticated she’d become in the time she’d known her, settling down while still claiming that ancient power hummed through her veins.

She felt Rhys sit down by her feet, his presence always noted by her magic immediately twining with his. At any given time, she could feel where he was, the power soaring back and forth between them like a current. The depth of love between them was fathomless and deep, and she’d never quite get over the fact that she had him all to herself, hers and hers alone, for the rest of her life.

He picked her feet up in his hands, shuffling them over to his lap and giving them a squeeze.

“Tired, darling?” His voice was a low rumble as he leaned against the back of the couch, settling in.

“Exhausted. I love the holidays, but I would also love a solid two days of sleep.” He laughed, his smile lighting up the room as she lifted her head to peek at him. “Did you enjoy your Solstice gifts?”

She’d bought him a device she’d found at one of the shops in Day Court on a summer visit to Elain and Lucien months ago. Duty had them back and forth between courts now, and Feyre couldn’t deny the love she had for any excuse to get to the shimmering beaches of Day. She’d found it nestled in the back of a tinkerer’s store–a handheld device that rolled over clothes, enchanted to remain sticky, and pulled any lint or fuzz from them.

“It’s only my favorite thing I’ve ever owned,” Rhys quipped immediately. She laughed, closing her eyes again and poking him in the side with her toe. He gripped it in his hands and threatened to tickle her. “How about you, love? Get everything you wanted?” Feyre paused, but didn’t open her eyes. She should say yes. She should feel like she had everything she wanted, but there was just one thing missing, and unfortunately it was something she couldn’t have.

“Hey lovebirds, we’re heading out!” Mor called across the room, her arm around Emerie’s.

Feyre sat up to say goodbye. “So early?”

Mor chuckled and Emerie elbowed her in the ribs. “Solstice plans of our own,” Mor said, waggling her brows at Rhys and giggling as he rubbed his eyes and gave a long-suffering sigh.

“Alright, then.” He slapped his palms on his thighs, laughing and ending the conversation as Emerie blushed about ten shades of red, still not quite used to the way this family spoke so openly about things. Feyre stood to hug them both.

“We’re so glad you came. Feel free to drop in any time tomorrow. We’ll be here all day.”

Gwyn and Nesta had gone to join their mates and the children out on the illuminated training ring in the yard, leaving Feyre to slip back down onto the couch, this time scooting closer to Rhys and leaning her body against his. He was always so warm and solid, her touchstone in times both trying and lovely. He always smelled like oranges and the sea–the smell of Velaris, of home, tied intrinsically with his. She nuzzled closer, his arm finding its way around her waist as he settled too.

“Everything okay, darling?”

She hummed noncommittally. She hated that even with all this joy, all these gifts, all this family, she still couldn't shake the thought that something was missing, incomplete.

“Can you believe this is Nyx’s sixth Solstice?” She felt Rhys soften beneath her, realization creeping down the bond from his end, followed by a burst of soothing love and affection.

“He's incredible, isn't he? What are we going to do when he learns how to use that bow accurately?” She laughed.

“Truly, it's the inaccurate use I'm more worried about.” His breath ghosted her ear as he chuckled, sending those light shivers scurrying back along her spine.

Things got quiet, then. She knew it would take very little for Rhys to understand what she was thinking, if he didn't already intrinsically know. Even without the bond, even without the daemati powers, there was really a moment he wasn't able to read her like a wide open book.

“He's so big now…” she let her voice drift off, trying to hide the hurt in it and failing miserably. As always Rhys filled in the gaps.

“He’s wonderful. We made a really wonderful child, Feyre. He’s everything I never even dared to hope for for myself. I never thought such joy was possible for someone like me. You know that he’s the greatest gift you ever could have given me, right?” She felt the tears burning behind her eyes, and she took in a deep breath as she felt him press a kiss to her temple.

“I know.” Her voice was just a wobbly whisper, quiet in the room.

“And if he’s the only one we ever have, it’s more than enough for me. I need to know you know that, Feyre.” She nodded furiously, the big tears slipping down her cheeks now, burning hot tracks as they descended.

“I can’t even explain it. It just feels like someone else should be here.” He pulled her tightly against him, resting his chin on her shoulder and rubbing his hands up and down her arms.

“And maybe, someday, they will be. But if the three of us are all we ever have, it’s more than enough. It’s everything to me.” She couldn’t hold back the sobs then, turning to bury her face in his chest as she cried.

It had been two years since they’d decided things had evened out enough that another child was even an option for them. They’d been casual about it at first, enjoying themselves and giggling in the dark under covers as they talked about the possibilities of the future. She missed Nyx’s tufts of baby curls, that new infant smell that seemed to cling to him always then faded abruptly away after he hit one year. She missed the snuggles and the closeness, and her heart ached to watch how wonderful he was with his cousin without knowing if she’d ever be able to give him that gift as a big brother.

Realistically, she knew all the logic. It could take fae decades to have a child. It wasn’t always going to be as quick as it had been with Nyx. He’d come quickly, but the consequences, as everyone remembered, had been disastrous and near-fatal. She’d never even considered the possibility of it being a problem again when Nesta informed her she’d changed their anatomy, but she’d never considered that she might be the one having the problem. Part of her wondered if the absolute massacre of her body bringing Nyx into the world was responsible–her tissue mangled and her blood spilt and her spirit eking into the ether, only to be yanked back and mended together at the last possible second. Could it have damaged her irreparably, the anatomy be damned?

“Nothing is your fault, love. Not one bit of it.” He held her to his chest as her cries subsided. “And it’s okay to be upset about this. You don’t have to hold everything in all the time. There are no prizes for stoicism.” She snorted at him, and he huffed amusedly at her.

“Pot, meet kettle,” she shot back wetly. He smiled softly as she sat back to look at him, a little of the life returning to her as well.

“You’re a lovely mother, and our boy thinks you’ve hung the stars and moon above Velaris, even if he is getting old enough to wield a weapon. A little sibling won’t ever change that. Plus, I get the impression Aife isn’t going to be his only cousin.” She sighed, nodding, as he wiped the tears from her cheeks.

“It’s just hard not to feel like I’ve done something wrong. I know how badly you want another, how badly I do. It’s hard not to wonder.” He took his hands in hers.

“I meant it when I told you that you and Nyx, you are the gifts. Our family is absolutely lovely the way it is now. If we’re meant to grow it one day, we will, and if we aren’t, believe me when I tell you I am absolutely over the moon for the way things are now.” She couldn’t help but kiss him then, the stars reflecting in his violet eyes taking her breath away, as they always did. “Plus, I never mind practicing with you.” She smacked him across the chest as he grinned broadly and wickedly at her, hauling her into his lap in response as she yelped.

If anything, Rhys knew how to chase away her tears better than anyone else ever had or would.

Just then, the parlor doors opened and Elain stepped through.

“Oh, just the two I was looking for! I’ve got one last gift for you both, but I wanted to wait until the right moment.” She ducked back through the doors momentarily, reappearing with a small, neatly wrapped parcel as they stood. She flounced lightly up to them, setting the little bundle wrapped in delicate yellow paper in Rhys’s hands.

“Elain, you didn’t need to get us anything else. You already gave us such lovely gifts and you made dinner.” Elain blushed, still the demure lady after all this time.

“Consider it a double gift.” She whispered as she leaned in conspiratorially. Rhys pulled back the paper and pulled out the tiniest, knitted pink blanket.

One beat, two. The silence hung in the room as Elain smiled wide.

“I just saw last week, but I wanted to make you something to let you know in a way that was special.”

Feyre’s hands shot to her stomach, and Rhys began to cry, turning to her and holding her close while still looking at Elain.

“Now?” Feyre asked, incredulously.

“Probably only about a month along.” Elain smiled again. “I knew with the wings and everything last time, you’d want to get in to see Madja as early as possible.”

Feyre was sobbing into Rhys’s chest again, his tears dripping down into her hair. Feyre felt him reach out to Elain and pull her into the embrace.

“Thank you, Elain. Thank you so much.” She pulled back, laughing lightly again.

“I’ll leave you both to it then. I gotta get little lady’s cousin and uncle home safely.” She put a hand to her own stomach, winked, and went towards the back to grab Lucien before Feyre and Rhys could even register her news. He grabbed her face in his hands, pressing kisses to every inch of her face.

“I love you, more than anything.” Feyre laughed, the sound breathless and airy. She couldn’t take her hands off her stomach, the joy pulsing through her veins with every beat of her heart.

A daughter.

“I have one more gift for you, too, actually.” He reached into his back pocket to withdraw a small, navy velvet box, pressing it gently into her hands.

Her eyes shot to his. “You didn’t need to get me something else.”

“Open it.” His smile was wide open, his entire heart spelled across his face like stars across the night sky.

Feyre cracked open the box and couldn’t help the flood of tears that began anew. Nestled in the soft velvet was a silver necklace, a charm of a large crescent moon with two small stars dangling down off of it.

“You knew?”

“I suspected.” He smiled. “You’ve been getting those pistachio pastries all week that you liked so much last time. I figured it couldn’t hurt to be prepared with one more last minute gift.” She took it out, turning to let him put it on her. He let his hands graze across her neck as he dropped them while she turned in his arms.

“Beautiful.” He murmured, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“Thank you, Rhys. I love it. It’s been the best Solstice ever.” Her smile was broad and teary, but she felt the joy all the way down to the very fibers of her immortal heart.

“Thank you, Feyre. For all of it.”

And nothing in all of Velaris could hold a candle to the joy radiating back and forth down the bond between them in that moment as their lips met quietly again this Solstice.

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Kiss Me Beneath the Mistletoe

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warning: A wee bit sad, but super fluff.

Smut: Pussy slapping, Fingering(R), Thigh Riding (N), Mommy (N), Detka/Kotenok (R), Teasing!

Christmas is the season of giving, but it seems all you've experienced thus far was much to the opposite. Natasha—your gorgeous wife, had been on an unusually large amount of missions lately, and no longer having her around hurt; in more ways than one. It'd been a good two months since she last gave you the gift of an orgasm, and she'd ruined you too badly for your hands and toys to do the job anymore. You’d been screwed over, instead of on, and you were growing increasingly frustrated.

Your boss has taken your happiness, your parents took your kids for the week, Fury has taken your lover, and she herself had taken your pleasure and rolled it out in her suitcase. To say you were fed up would likely be the understatement of the year; you were vengeful, touch deprived, and horny beyond belief.

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Natasha was supposed to return tonight, finally receiving a break from work, and you were planning to take full advantage of her presence. The house had already been decorated for the upcoming holiday, something else that was rudely taken from you since you all normally decorated as a family, but now that you think of it, this could very well work in your favor.

With only one hour until Nat was likely to walk through the doors of your shared space you rushed to get to work. Taking the leftover wrapping paper you carefully taped it to your bedroom door, then once it was straight enough you taped a ribbon over the center to give the illusion that it was a present to open. Then once the door was complete you hopped into the shower, did some maintenance work, then got out to get yourself all dolled up.

Using your most expensive products you tended to your skin, ensuring that it was soft to the touch, and smelled of the sweetest fruits. Then in the true spirit of the holiday, you found some spare ribbon to tie around your tummy, and to be as festive as can be you now had the mistletoe you had previously hung up at the front door dangling just above your cunt.

The thought of Natasha's mouth alone sent a pang of arousal straight to your core, eagerly you looked to the clock to see the time, and your body shivered knowing she'd be here any minute, so you took your place on the bed, settling on your knees, and holding onto the last bit of patience you had left in your body.

Natasha didn't keep you waiting long either, it was as if she read your mind, because within five minutes you were able to hear her keys jingle in the door. The redhead entered your house with the hopes of excited greetings. However, when tiny bodies hadn't attached to her legs, and your arms weren't around her neck her shoulders were instantly deflating. The house was far too quiet for the kids to be here, but your car was in the driveway so she knew that you were definitely here somewhere.

Natasha settled her bag down, followed by her shoes, and then she hung up her winter coat. There was no sign of you in the front room or the kitchen, both were actually spotless, so she knew for certain the kids were probably gone to their grandparents—she vaguely remembered you telling her about that happening soon. She'd been hopeful to see them, but another part of her was excited to have you to herself. She missed your touch, and to know she didn't have to share you with them for the next few days excited her a bit more than it should've.

She was getting antsy the longer she was made to look around for you, this clever game of cat and mouse you set up was clear to her now. Once she made it to your bedroom after going up the stairs she smirked at your festive set up. The bright red paper covering the door, only to be adorned with the gold ribbon had her body buzzing with excitement, and her mind was too curious for what she'd find on the other side.

However, she didn't wish to startle you in case she was getting too ahead of herself with her sinful assumptions. So, she was gentle with the doorknob, even though she'd wanted to rip the door of its hinges for separating her from you. The sight of you didn't disappoint her either, because there you were kneeling on the bed, pretty and patient as you awaited her arrival. A groan fell from her lips at the sight of your glistening slit, for you to already be so turned on while only waiting for her, without her even needing to touch you had her ready to give in and absolutely destroy you.

Her eyes then trailed up to see the mistletoe, she chuckled at the playful tease you had set up, then finally her eyes landed on your face., "Oh detka, look at you, making a mess I see.," her eyes had once again fallen, the obvious wet patch on the mattress filling her with want., "You know the rules Nat...," you teasingly call out to her, your crooked pointed finger now beckoning your eager lover over, and she wasted no more time approaching you.

Iridescent eyes held contact with yours all the while she was leaning in to be met with your core. You could feel the way your clit fluttered in anticipation for her next move, and as gently as the redhead could she kissed your mound. Though she was soft, the pressure was still enough to make your body jolt with pleasure., "Natty, please, don't tease me.," you groaned, and the redhead lifted her head to level with yours, eyes full of mischief stared into yours.

"Detka, the rule is a kiss, did I not give you exactly that?," she asked condescendingly, and you whimpered in utter frustration., "Nat, I swear to God, if you don't get back down there, and —.," you moaned when her hand came into contact with your sensitive cunt, the sound of her slap reverberating off the bedroom walls., "Detka, you know better than to go making demands, so how about you try that again."

The need for release was far too great, so you swallowed your pride, and pouted your lips. Natasha gently pecked them in response, then furrowed her brows in wait for your words., "Mommy, please, I've missed you so much. Need your mouth, and fingers, please just—.," Natasha rewarded your pleading with a thumb pressing into your enlarged clit, cutting you off and she couldn't help but to chuckle at the way your body was writhing underneath hers from only the simplest of touches—it amused her.

"Wow detka, you weren't lying—this pretty pussy missed mommy's touch.," she was in awe, like she always was with how sensitive and reactive your body was to her touches. Her lips began to lovingly pepper kisses across your face in an attempt to calm you., "Don't worry my sweetness, mommy missed you and your pretty pussy just as much.," her lips then slammed into yours as two of her fingers slid inside of your entrance with nothing but ease.

They didn’t stay there long though, they were only there to ease you into having your tight hole filled, because hearing your sinful moans was the greatest part of her own experience. You never were one to complain either, too immersed in chasing down your release to care. Plump lips made their way down your jaw, and once they settled over your pulse point you were crying out as she suckled upon the skin., “Fuck, kotenok, you always make the prettiest noises for your mommy, so fucking perfect.,” she groaned, and even in your dizzied state you felt her own wetness smearing over your thigh., “Fuck, mommy please, I-I need to cum.,” you cried out as her fingers worked you over, the pit in your stomach always tightened whenever she used your body so openly for her pleasure.

“Wanna cum with you detka, just hold on.,” you knew you wouldn’t last much longer, and judging by the way she was relentlessly riding your thigh all while panting harshly against your neck you knew she was in the same boat. Clenching the muscles in your thigh seemed to do the trick as Natasha stilled momentarily, “Let go detka, cum with your mommy.,” with screams of her own following your actions her fingers had curled delightfully from within you. The raspy groans that were next to hit your ear as your walls clung to her fingers only seemed to heighten your ongoing pleasure.

Natasha’s lips sloppily found yours while her lithe fingers fought against the resistance, she continued to pump her fingers into you, doing her best to prolong your high as she herself was coming down from her own intense orgasm. When your swallowed moans became whines she slowly brought her fingers to a stop, gently pulling them out as she felt your walls relax.

The redhead gazed at her fingers in pure shock, they were glistening under the soft light of the moon, your arousal had came flooding out of you in abundance tonight, and your wife was delighted for such a treat to have come from her laborious efforts. She’d felt your eyes far before she decided to gaze into them, they were still pretty hazy as you watched her intently. You were clearly awaiting her next move, a smile on your lips that appeared innocent, but your eyes were swimming with insatiable lust.

“My precious girl, look, you made such a mess for your mommy.,” she smirked when your lips jutted out into a pout., “I’m sorry mommy.,” she chuckled heartily., “Don’t be detka, I think you’re rather tasty myself.,” she winked at you, her eyes never left yours as she began to clean her hand up, that talented tongue of hers taunting you as she traced over yours drippings that had now surpassed her wrist, before swirling over her palm that was just as soaked.

“Fuck baby, I wish I could bottle your essence up.,” you moaned in response to the sinful idea, your thighs began instinctively rubbing together as that familiar heat had returned to between your thighs., “Wanna taste honey?,” you nodded vehemently, but you were quick to atone for your mistakes, beyond eager for her offer., “Yes please mommy.”

She beamed at you., “Good girl, the best even.,” her sticky fingers pushed passed your lips, an incoherent moan surging from your throat when your tongue swirled over her digits, and you came into contact with your own taste. Natasha found fucking your throat to be her favorite pastime, pushing you to your outer limits as you splutter around her digits after each time she gags you. Seeing you like this, with tears of pleasure rolling down your face never fails to turn her on; just like now where she can feel her arousal coating her thighs.

Her body was begging her to take you again, to use your body for her own pleasure, but there was this glint of sadness beneath all the lust. Even though you seemed ready for more, your wife could tell just by the look in your eyes that you were yearning for so much more than sex. Deciding what was best for you she gently slid her fingers from your mouth, wiping your spit off on the sheets and lowering her body until she was hovering right above you., “Cuddles?,” her smile was as sincere as can be, and in your heightened state you just couldn’t handle it., “I-I missed you so much Nat.,” you whimpered, body racking with uncontainable sobs as your pent up emotions got the better of you.

Natasha had honestly never moved so fast, she rolled onto her back, then effortlessly pulled your body atop of hers, settling your teary eyed face in her neck, she began to rub soothing circles into your back., “Oh honey, it’s okay, I’m here.,” you sniffled., “Yeah, but for how long?,” the traces of agony in your tone broke her heart, she hadn’t exactly realized just how badly you’d been missing her, of course she missed you just the same, but her missions at least distracted her.

Her endeavors were like this great escape, and your day to day was essentially a shrine to her. Photos decorated the walls of all your greatest moments, as they should, but she knows that it can’t be easy seeing your smiling wife on the bedside table before being expected to sleep without her and repeatedly keep doing so.

“Detka, let me up, I need to show you something.,” you instantly shook your head and whimpered, but to your dismay she removed your hands anyways., “I’ll be right back, I promise you’ll be happy that I left.”

She never told you, because she wanted this news to be a Christmas miracle-esque gift, but the whole reason she’s been on these nonstop missions is for the sake of your forged family. Every time she leaves she knows she’s missing critical moments with the kids, and she’s tired of seeing the pained disappointment in your eyes. It’s not something you intend for her to see, and you’d never ask this of her, but she’s a spy, and she’s also the woman that’d do literally anything for you and those kids.

Fury wasn’t as open to her request to retire, she was his best agent, but after going over her contract with a fine tooth comb she knew she’d been within her rights to request such a thing. Still, he haggled with her, finding a bylaw that required her to reach a certain number of hour’s dedicated to Shield, and she found she was only 150 hours shy of meeting her end. So, Fury begrudgingly shook her hand two months ago, signing the paper on the condition that she were to fulfill the remaining hours.

Which is exactly what she did with this mission she just returned from, this was her happy ending, and she just needed to get you clued in so that she could spend the rest of eternity keeping you smiling instead of crying.

Natasha raced back into your room with a wrapped up manilla envelope, she sat down beside you with an anxious smile, shaking the suspicious gift in your face., “Open it detka.,” you shook your head with a huff., “It’s not Christmas yet.,” she chuckled at your attempt to hold up the sanctity of your favorite holiday, but if that was an intention you’d both already broken it with the wrapped door and mistletoe.

“I got to open a gift tonight, so do you.,” you shied under her teasing gaze, sticking your tongue out at her petulantly you snatched the gift from her hand, digging into the snowman wrapping paper, then popping open the metal you reached into the envelope to find a single sheet., “I, Natasha Romanoff, officially tender my resignation to Shield, and all associated projects. It’s been my greatest pleasure to serve, but as I get older I find it’s best to pass the torch onto the next generation, and to instead focus on my family. The world will survive without me, but my world that now resides in a house on the countryside won’t.”

It took you a minute to process, you just kept rereading the final sentence, waiting for the permanency to hit, and once it did you shifted and tackled your wife to the bed., “Really?,” she nodded in amusement., “I am officially your housewife now.,” you beamed at the news coming straight from her lips., “Not sure you’ll appreciate the duties that come with the title.”

The assassin shrugged., “I’ll love being able to take the kids to school, and to help them with their homework.,” you smile seeing just how excited she truly is., “Can’t wait to be waiting for my wife with a hot meal at the ready, ooh, and to hear all about her horrible day while we watch shitty American television with tubs of ice cream at the ready.,” you rolled your eyes at her promises of a hot meal knowing they’ll likely be take out containers buried in the trash, but you smiled when realizing it’s the thought that counts., “Mostly though, I look forward to waking up next to you always.”

Natasha huffed when you dropped your body onto hers, the warmth of your happy tears pooling uncomfortably in the crook of her neck, but it’s worth it to know you’re happy. Still, she desperately wanted to hear you laugh, “So no round two then?,” you croakily chuckled against her neck, she settled into the bed much easier at the adored sound, when you melted into her she knew you were exhausted too., “Get some rest, we’ll clean up in the morning.”

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