#easy snowflake it's just a red hat

[trexalicious]

[shadowhearts-ponytail]

christmas with abby anderson!

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a/n: I love winter so so much! and I love abby, so here you go!

warnings: this is just fluffy Christmas activities. there is a bit of a suggestive joke. but nothing too bad. let me know if I missed anything!

words: 1,066

abby is a Christmas girly. for sure. she loves Christmas. it is the most wonderful time of the year for her. by far. her favorite holiday. she goes all out.

abby has one of those mistletoe hats. the ones that hang mistletoe over you and another person. she wears it all the time as an excuse to pull you into a kiss. her hands on your hips as she leans down to plant a long kiss on your lips.

she has mistletoe all over your shared apartment. for extra kisses. in every single doorway. she keeps some mistletoe in her pockets to pull it out when you both are out so she can hold it over your head and pout for a kiss.

making Christmas cookies. she's a sugar cookie girl. simple. easy to make. plus, she likes decorating them with frosting after but will complain that the frosting "makes them overly sweet" when she's the one that drenched it in red and green icing and snowflake sprinkles.

she always makes cookies to give to her dad. she always makes him a big tin full of different kinds. chocolate chip, sugar cookies, oatmeal cookies, snickerdoodles, gingerbread men.

she's actually quite a skilled baker. old family recipes she knows by heart. muscle memory usually kicks in when she kneads the dough. she hums when she bakes. while she waits for the oven, she'll do a little dance if she thinks you aren't looking.

she makes fresh bread and cakes and so many sweets around the holidays. she's not one to eat sweets, but she loves making them for friends or family.

she makes enough to feed a damn army of 5,000 gren men and then sends them with you to work for your coworkers or to your family.

"no, baby. you know I hate cookies and cake. just give it to your family. or I'm sure your boss would love 200 cookies, right?"

"sure, abs. sure. whatever you say." you playfully roll your eyes at your girlfriend as she has once again gone overboard with the Christmas cookies, just like last year and the year before that. it's tradition at this point.

getting custom Christmas stockings with your names on them. the stockings mean a lot to her. getting to fill your stocking with little gifts, candies, and love notes would bring the purest smile to her face. and seeing her stocking next to yours. she loves seeing it. she's always wanted that. wanted someone to make her a stocking with her name on it.

she would get alice one and put it next to both of yours. full it with dog treats and chew toys. she says it makes you three a family.

abby buys alice a new collar every year and gets those doggy Christmas sweaters. she gets alice bones to chew on and toys and clothes to wear. that dog is spoiled rotten.

abby would want to take "family photos" with you and alice. she has alice wear one of the shirts in the photos.

she like hires a photographer, and everything. you go out to some field or somewhere nice to take professional pictures. she hangs them in your apartment and makes a Christmas card with them to send to both her family and yours from "The Anderson Family."

"I hope it's okay I used my last name. I'm sure you'll end up taking it anyway."

when she says this, you about choke on your water. "i-" cough, cough, "Yeah, that's fine, baby. I'm sure you're right." you tease with a little wink.

abby gets you small gifts every day of December up until Christmas. a small bouquet of flowers, a little handwritten note, candies. simple things. she sees it as an extra excuse to spoil you. not that she ever needs one. but she's just a sappy romantic like that.

she always wants to come home to you as soon as she gets off work to cuddle up and watch some Christmas movies, and warm up the apartment by cooking you dinner or baking.

abby probably isn't one of those people who's crazy particular about the ornaments on the tree. like they don't have to be all the same colors and shit. she would like handmade ones more. ones that were passed down in the family. sentimental ones.

she always puts the same star on the tree every year. one her dad got her as a gift. it'd very important to her. she packs it in a metal box wrapped in bubble wrap and blankets to keep it safe.

but she refuses to get on the ladder and out it on the tree. she's too scared of heights. she won't get further than the first step on the ladder.

"abby, cmon. just put the star on the tree. I'll get the ladder."

"No! I can't. what if I fall and break my neck?" she asks with puppy eyes and a big pout.

"abs are you serious? the chances of that are, like, zero!" you argue back to the muscled woman before you, "besides you're taller than me."

instead of arguing back, she picks you up in her massive arms and hoists you to sit on her shoulder.

"abby!"

"there. now you're taller. now you have to do it"

she wears boxers with Christmas prints on them. snowmen, reindeer, santa, snowflakes.

you guys are bickering about something meaningless, and to lighten the mood, she just unbutton her pants and push them down to her knees to reveal boxers with a mistletoe print on them then yell, "kiss it then!"

you can't help but burst into laughter and clutch your stomach as you double over in a fit of laughter.

abby looks at you with a cheeky grin, "still mad at me, baby?"

abby is a fanatic about Christmas lights. she likes going to the park closer to Christmas to see all the lights at night. she'd be so excited. begging to go every night until they take them down.

she brings you to the annual anderson family dinner. the first time she brought you, she was so excited, but you were so nervous.

she was practically bouncing with joy when her dad brought you into a tight hug the moment he met you. he immediately started to talk your ear off. making you feel welcome.

you are definitely invited to next year's dinner.

a/n: feedback is always welcome!

[riaki]

santa claus and his treats | satoru gojo x f!reader pt.1 of christmas event! wc: 3.4k oops i went overboard | cw: petnames, literally j pure fluff ur both STUPID in love, he’s the cutest! happy birthday pretty boy 🧸

"'toru?" you called, voice filling the dimly lit room as you peeked your head in through the door. the curtains were drawn, the iridescent green tinsel dotted with soft yellow lights framing the doorway of your bedroom scratching your neck as you spotted the white-haired boy sitting on your shared bed, picking at something on his lower lip.

you took a moment to drink in the sight— his soft white hair that fell over dazzling sky-blue eyes, the color of the lake dotted with fragile crystalline snowflakes that melted into fresh spring streams that fed nature with new growth and fresh flower buds, a tangible warmth when his gaze fell on you and an easy smile stretched across his pink lips. a little too easy, you think. easy enough for you to miss the way he swipes a coffee brown crumb from his cheek; the smile has too much sugar and cream for you to buy it.

your eyes slowly drift from his charming grin to the rest of the room. there's a forest green tuft of leaves hanging from the ceiling on a thin golden string; you recognize the crimson red berries and waxed leaves with spots of pearl dotting as a bunch of mistletoe, hanging right over the mattress. clearly, he thought ahead.

you snuff the flush from your cheeks as he perks up at the sight of you, straightening his back. "hey, baby! you must be my present from santa this year," he laughs, holding his arms out, an invitation for you to crawl into his arms and curl up on his lap like two warm cats by the fireplace. you almost gave in— until you remembered why you were looking for him.

"you're getting coal this time, satoru." you said, huffing as you walked over to the mattress and put your hands on your hips, attempting to come off as intimidating in front of your boyfriend as you leaned over and stared down at him. he just giggled that sweet, boyish laughter of his, scooting closer and capturing you between two strong arms to tug you onto the bed with him. the sheets were soft, and they smelled like him as he pulled you onto his lap and cuddled you like a life-sized plushie, all warmth and soft comfort that he craved so much.

"aww, really? but it's my birthday today," he sighed loudly, shaking his head as he firmly planted his hands on either side of your head to prevent you from worming away and planting a loud smooch on the top of your hair, before laughing as you pulled away from his grasp and gave him a glare. “besides, you’re anything but a bad gift.” he smiles.

“don’t sweet talk me, ‘toru. you’ve been naughty this year.” he wiggles his eyebrows at that, and you shoot him a sharp glare which just earns you a light scoff, but there’s a smile mirrored on both of your lips.

(maybe they’ve met so many times in the past that they know how to copy the other flawlessly.)

"but you're already here, my love. lookin' all pretty like the angel on top of our tree." he hums, crossing his legs and holding his ankles as he rocks back and forth; the teddy bear he won you from the arcade on your first date is face planted into the pillows by his side, donning a festive red santa hat. the white fluffy pom pom looks like satoru's hair, and you stifle a laugh at the thought.

"how kind of you, satoru." and you mean it— he looks like his own christmas angel; snowy hair and pretty blue eyes clad in a loose black tee with cheap printed red and green christmas lights over his chest. he looks unfairly attractive with those gray sweatpants on, too. you wouldn't mind wrapping him up in yellow ribbon and presenting him to your parents this year as your holiday present from santa, and then having your own fun with him later. you suppose you must've been perfectly good to land him; so pretty and fun, bubbling laughter that speaks of his care in volumes. and he’s their soon-to-be son-in-law, after all. and he’s a golden catch.

but it’s time for this white betta to be put in his place; he’s gone snooping where he shouldn’t have— or rather, scavenging would be the more appropriate choice. and he’s about to be skinned for entering the lion(fish)'s den. your matching red-green plaid pajama pants won't save him this time.

"sorry, baby, but you can't talk yourself out of this one." you said firmly, scooting closer to him as you sat back on your knees and gave him a look as pointed and narrow as the icicles melting on the frosted awnings. to anyone else, you might look like a wet, angry cat— but to satoru, it was enough to strike fear straight into the center of his heart. his fight-or-flight response kicked in (it only ever did with you)— and it was as if you could see the change in his demeanor. his eyes voluntarily softened, lids drooping as a lazy smile drifted over his lips like fluffy white clouds over a pale sun on a winter's morning.

"aww, don't be like that. my princess looks so much prettier when she's happy," he coos, all milk and honey as he reaches out and catches your wrist, rubbing his thumb over your pulse beating beneath your soft skin as he brings it to his lips and kisses your knuckles. so he chooses to fight, and you almost fold— almost.

you twist your arm in his grasp, eliciting a whiny yelp of pain; getting him to let go of you as you quickly flick his forehead. even so, he lets you-- he never turns infinity on around you, even at the price of his own sanctity.

you sighed when he gave you a dramatic pout, sticking out his bottom lip as he hung his head low in defeat like a golden retriever being scolded by his owner, soft hair falling over his pretty blues. his hands come up to cradle his head, rubbing the spot where you'd knicked him. "don't play around, satoru. where are the cookies i baked last night?" you asked, reflecting his frown with a pointed glare. if looks could cut, he'd be a red christmas on the cloudlike sheets. you were tired of beating around the bush, especially when satoru had a knack for making it utterly exhausting. nevertheless, it went on.

"maybe santa came early," he quipped, giggling at his own joke. "you never know, huh? he's an unpredictable old geezer. likes his milk and cookies, or so i heard."

"didn't know santa claus had the six eyes." you deadpanned, crossing your arms over your chest and looking him square in the eyes. "and he shaved his beard off, apparently." he feigns hurt, holding a hand over his heart in mock anguish.

"i'm no thief! it hurts me to know you think of me so low, sweetheart." he sighs dramatically, shaking his head. outside, the snowy wind howls in agreement. "besides, it's my birthday. you're suffocating the spirit, honey." he drawls.

you just roll your eyes at that, crossing your arms and shifting to sit closer to him. you will your irritated expression to soften, and it's reflected in the way satoru immediately relaxes, shoulders sagging as the anxious look in his eyes vanishes like the wilting ghost of fall on a christmas eve, leaving behind the scent of bluebells and frost on the wind. he thinks you've forgiven him.

that's just what you need. for him to let his guard down so you can spring the trap on him. santa may be able to get away with his yearly trespassing, but satoru's entered the property of more than your heart this time, and it's time for his holiday retribution.

"give me your hand, satoru." you said softly, voice barely a breath above a whisper. he obliges almost immediately, scooting closer on the bed so that his knees graze against yours, and you hear him suck in a little breath at the contact as your hand finds his.

you take his palm in your own; his hands are considerably bigger than yours, but you still manage to run a thumb over the ridges of his knuckles, gently massaging the soft skin over weary bones. a sweet little noise leaves his breathless lips; it's almost like a purr, and when you glance up at him he's almost as red as the glittering velvet bulbs dangling from the primmed branches of your christmas tree. he looks away, a subtle pout weighing down on his lips as he coughs loudly, as if the amber sap of a pine tree has caught in his throat, scratchy like tree bark.

"what are you doing?" he whispers, voice rough and hoarse, like someone took a fireplace stoker and poked his throat. almost a protest.

but you can feel him melting into you, and soon enough, he’s sandwiched you between his warmth and the fluffy blankets, the scent of apples and cinnamon weaved between the strands of his soft white hair as they tickle your flushed skin. his lips are soft and pliant and warm against your own; he's all over you, hands finding your wrists to trace tender, wobbly circles over your thrumming pulse with his thumb. he's robbing your lungs of air, needy in the way he cages you between his lanky limbs, lock and key with his free hand threading through your hair. he can never get enough of you, and he throws his inhibitions to the frostbitten wind if they mean learning to resist you.

it's spread around you like ripples on the surface of a misty lake, and when he draws away to stare down at you, eyes blown wide with a certain shine in his eye that reminds you of glowing embers, jumping from the lively blossom of fire on the grated dark metal of a hearth, there's a cheeky lopsided grin on his glossy lips. his fingers are slender, pale and callused, a gentle flushed at the tips.

"there was a mistletoe," he says breathlessly, as if that'll excuse him. as if he needs an excuse to kiss you. you just laugh, reaching up to trace his jaw with a finger, and he shudders despite the heater inside your room. the bunch of green leaves and red berries hanging above you sways in agreement.

but you can't focus on the dreamy look on his face; that lazy smile that dances over his lips and illuminates his features like twinkling christmas lights catching on each edge of a carefully cut snowflake, the sky's jewels. every time he looks at you as if you've crafted each intricacy of his world; patched the colors together and taught the light to reflect, you feel as though there are bubbles in your throat, and you have to cough them away when they're accompanied by a familiar rush of heat to your face.

it's all overpowered. strongly, by the rich taste of cinnamon. rich, sweet, distinctly festive, mixed with brown sugar and cookie batter; flour on the matching aprons satoru bought for the two of you, except the 'he' on 'he cooks' has been messily crossed out and replaced with a scribble that says 'she', and vice versa. it's on his tongue, his lips, the little dips on the corner of his mouth that makes him look like a kitten every time he grins. it tastes like wearing matching christmas sweaters, sampling sweet treats fresh out of the oven and laughing cheerily in your little cozy kitchen of warmth when he burns his tongue, a sour look on his face that wrinkles his nosebridge.

but, most importantly, it tastes like condemnation.

you sit up, briefly (and painfully) knocking foreheads with him when he's too slow to mirror your actions, but the complaint that's ready to stain the air like chimney soot dies on his tongue when he sees the look on your face. you look the same as you did the first time you found out he'd forgotten to pick up megumi and tsumiki from school. in other words, pissed.

"hey, pretty girl. you should smile; you look less like an ogre when you do—" he hastily starts, laughing nervously as he runs his hands through his messy hair. you've noticed that whenever you neglect to toy with the silky soft strands when you're tangled with him, whether it be kissing, cuddling, or... something else, he'll do it afterward as if to emulate the feeling of your fingers in his hair, even if it 'screws it up'. apparently, his skyscraper ego is too fragile to ask for headscratches.

"just a minute, satoru." you cut him off through gritted teeth, lips that should be stretched in a wide smile pressed together in frustration. your eyes narrow as you straighten up, sitting back on your ankles. "you ate them, didn't you?" your fingers dig into his skin, pinching his cheek. if his skin wasn't already stained crimson with boyish excitement, it would be an angry red now. you give killer pinches; he knows firsthand.

which is why he should've thought ahead and listened to the angel on his shoulder when you were knocked out earlier, curled up in a fluffy blanket on the couch, snoozing away. what was he to do? the cookies you'd made were calling his name. and it was for his birthday, and they were made for him. so why couldn't he indulge?

this was why.

and you know you've pinned him with your accusation like a throwing dart on a cork board; the way his gaze bounces around the room and his smile turns a hint sheepish and a handful guilty speaks volumes enough before he can even protest. but he can feel your wrath like an entire mine's worth of coal in his stockings, so he quickly throws his hands up, shimmying away from your angry pinch. the sheets bunch beneath him.

"listen, sweets, i just thought that— well, i'm sorry, baby, they just looked so good. and i only ate a few! i swear." satoru says solemnly, getting on his knees and throwing himself before you. he knows you're unamused— sitting there, crosslegged, looking down at him as if he's some chewed up gum you found on the bottom of your shoe. he might as well be. blueberry flavored, maybe? or mint, he's fine with that too—

"so you did." you just sigh, flicking his hunched shoulders, before you go soft again, and he sees pink. you reach forward, fingers creeping beneath his chin to tilt his face up. his skin is soft and warm beneath your skin, thrumming with a life and heat the poor overworked radiator in your room could never measure up to. and when he does look up, his starstruck gaze meets your own; you look ethereal in the warm light, and he wonders why he hasn't put a ring on your finger or started a family with you yet. maybe that can be the last gift to top off the cake of your overflowing knitted stocking, hanging from the kitchen counter; a mahogany box with golden hinges who's shine pales in comparison to the diamond ring in the center of the velvet.

he tucks the idea into his mental notes and grins, a cheeky flash of teeth. "so you forgive me, right?"

wrong. he should know better than to push his luck. especially when it comes to you.

the hand beneath his chin creeps up his face to squeeze his cheeks together, forcing his lips to pucker like a fish out of water as he tries to escape to no avail. you glare down at him, all needles. not at all in the holiday spirit, if you ask him. his face is squishy as a pillow beneath your fingers, and a smile resurfaces on your lips after a long struggle to keep it submerged.

he opens his mouth, no doubt to wail like a newborn, and you quickly withdraw, knowing better than to continue your assault. "geez! okay, fine. sorry. i ate them, you grinch." he grumbles, rubbing his squished cheek as he pouts and looks away, shrinking in on himself. his shirt is bundled beneath his arms, slipping off one of his shoulders to expose a pleasant flush on his neck. "seriously! you're such a killjoy. there's no fun in waiting," he smiles mischievously, wiggling his toes and nudging you with his foot. the fabric of his fuzzy reindeer socks bumps against your thigh, and you make another face at the red pom poms on the crudely-knit rudolph face.

"apologize." you emphasize each syllable, letting them fall off your tongue. they jut into his side like blows to his ribs; he falls back onto the bed for extra dramatics, letting it squeak beneath his weight.

"oh, the horror! to think that i'd be reduced to such a state—"

"satoru."

"—that i, head of the gojo clan, the honored one—”

"satoru gojo."

"should be forced to bow to such pious customs at the foot of scrooge—"

"gojo!"

you reach over to threateningly pinch him again, and he rolls away, tossing a fuzzy pillow into the air and kicking it at you like he's playing some cursed form of tennis. you scowl, catching the cushion and tossing it back at him. it lands square on his face, and he whines, crying about how you've ruined his beautiful, youthfully full, gorgeous face; how is he ever going to pretend to be santa and let pretty girls sit on his lap now? —and that one earns him another pinch to his arm.

"okay, okay! i'm sorry, my love. you're not the grinch, or scrooge, and i shouldn'tve eaten the cookies." he sighs, excruciatingly slow as he inches towards you again, wary of but wanting your warmth all the same. it's too cold to be alone this morning, anyway.

"without me." you corrected, unable to wipe the light grin from your face, and you watch as his face lights up, like a kid seeing his dream christmas present in the window display of a bright shop, hidden behind frosted glass and cold air.

he sits up again, scooting close and opening his arms once more. this time, you oblige, throwing yourself onto him and wrapping your arms around his neck. now he’s the one with his back flush against the mattress, soft as a cloud of cotton candy. he laughs, and it rumbles through his chest when his hands find the back of your head and he tucks your head beneath his chin, cradling your neck.

"without—" punctuated with a kiss to the top of your head, "you." satoru finishes, and you can hear the grin in his voice, cheery as a christmas carole. his arms snake around your waist, squeezing lightly as one hand slips beneath the hem of your shirt to gently rub your back. his fingers against your skin feels like the touch of a butterfly, wings like stained glass.

"how about this, pretty? we can make more together." he suggests, resting his chin on top of your head. you're smushed into his chest, the printed material of his christmas light t-shirt scratching your face, and the only thing you can manage to breathe is the cheap cologne you bought him (you don't understand why he uses it when he could afford the best of his own), but suddenly you can't bring yourself to mind. so you nod, and he chuckles.

"d'ya still wanna do cinnamon?" he asks softly, slipping his free hand into your hair to play with the strands, holding you close and cozy in his embrace. the burning heat of friction between your numb hands or a roaring fireplace don't compare to the warmth he brings you, soft and sweet and painfully human. and you can't really make yourself feel upset at the pretty boy with snow-white hair holding you anymore.

"nah. let's do peanut butter chocolate chip." you hum, muffled, and he laughs, hearty and full, the kind that makes his entire body tremble a little. and you can feel it, so you tilt your head up to peer up at him. there's a stray pine needle in his hair; must've been from your hazardously decorated christmas tree. he looks down at you and smiles, brushing your hair from your eyes and leaning in to kiss your forehead. it’s like a crimson wax stamp sealing his love letter to you.

he cuddles you close, tufts of his soft hair tickling your face like a tacky christmas sweater. "sounds unhealthy. but whatever you want, baby. santa's gonna give you all you ask this year." and this time, he doesn't use the mistletoe as an excuse to brush his lips against yours when you move to pick the pine needle from his hair. he smells like vanilla, swirled like espresso with a hint of cinnamon.

he may have enjoyed his cookies and milk without you, but there's nowhere else he’d rather be— no one else he'd rather share the rest of his time with, be it baking, decorating, or lazy naps in each other’s arms. after all, half the jolliness of the holiday season comes from being with you.

fish analogies went crazy… happy bday gojo !!! my (riaki) stuff. don't repost and/or plagiarize !

[short-honey-badger]

Peppermint Tea 35 - All Blends 6

Summary: Shanks and Mihawk re-familiarize themselves with you and get interrupted

Warnings: Smut Ahead!

Peppermint Tea Masterlist -> HERE

“I guess all it takes for you to admit your feelings is a life-threatening situation, huh, Mihawk,” Shanks teases, and Mihawk turns to glare over his shoulder at the redhead. You can’t help but laugh, finally feeling at ease with your boys after the admission of love and the easy way that Shanks poked fun at the other man. 

“Be quiet, Red,” Mihawk grumbled and then focused back on you. You can see the amusement that dances in his ringed gaze, “We’re having a moment.” 

Shanks scoffs, lips pulling up in a pout, “Ugh, can’t even wait for me. So selfish. I’m a part of this too, Hawkeye.” 

Mihawk rolls his eyes, “Do you hear anything, love? Because I don’t.”

You laugh again, cheeks hurting from how widely you are smiling. It felt wonderful to be surrounded by them again. You had missed their scathy attitudes and harness banter. You reach out, winding your arms around Mihawk’s neck, and pull him in for a much-needed kiss, lips moving against his own as you sag against the warlord. You feel Shanks slide up behind you, hooking his chin over your shoulder as he presses his lips to your neck, peppering your flesh with little kitten kisses that make you shiver. 

“I love you, too, Shanks,” You assure the redhead when Mihawk allows you up from the kiss. You lean back to rest your weight against the man behind you, sighing in relief when the distribution of weight makes your feet ache less. You look down when a hand curls around your stomach, heart softening at the sight. 

“How’s snowflake?” Shanks asks quietly, and you can’t help but huff at the nickname. 

“She’s doing good. Won’t be much longer until we get to meet her.” 

Both men catch on to your pronoun usage and share a look over your head. Mihawk had already heard this from you before, but Shanks hadn’t. The redhead turns you around with a careful hand and then drops to his knees, pressing his cheek to your stomach and grinning when he is kicked in the face for his troubles, “Well, she’s strong already, just like her daddies.” 

You smile, hand dropping down to thread your fingers through his hair, gently tugging the strands this way and that as you play with them. Mihawk wraps his arms around your middle, long fingers spread wide on either side of your stomach. He can’t help but the tiny smile that curls his lips when he feels the movement inside. 

“We need to find you a reliable doctor, darling. Nothing but the best for you,” He murmurs. They’ve talked about this before, and giving birth to your child had been the only thing that would have gotten you off your island, “How far along do you think you are?” 

You shiver when Shanks rusks your shirt up, pressing kisses to the underside of your stomach, and your grip tightens warningly in his hair. As much as you wanted your boys to lavish you with attention, you’ve had a very long, very stressful month away from your home and even longer away from them. You wanted a scalding shower and then to lay down with them wrapped around you. 

“Around 34 weeks, I think? Like I said, it won’t be much longer.” 

Shanks and Mihawk share another look, the redhead’s eyes wide as he slowly pulls away, though he keeps his hand tucked close, “Then we should hurry. Crocus will be able to take care of you.”

Mihawk frowns and licks his lips in thought, “He is at the very beginning of the Grand Line. Do you think you could get us there in time?” 

It’d taken Shanks three weeks and some odd days to make it from your island to Whole Cake, and that had been with him taking shortcuts. Mihawk didn’t think it would be possible for them to get to the lighthouse keeper before it was time for you to give birth. They could contact the Straw Hats, but neither man was ready to see Zoro or Luffy right now, nor did Mihawk think that the little raccoon dog had enough experience to help them. They could contact Marco the Phoenix, but last they heard, the man had holed himself off on Sphinx Island, but that was at least closer than Crocus. 

“Marco?” Shanks suggests. He would trust the other man with his most valuable treasure, and trust him to keep his mouth shut about why they needed him. No one needed to know that Shanks now had two weaknesses out there. The same could be said for the warlord. 

Mihawk purses his lips. He didn’t have as much experience with the other man, but they didn’t have a lot of options right now, “He’ll do.” 

You grunt suddenly, brows furrowing when you are kicked in the spleen, and decide that you are ready for your shower now, thank you very much. 

“I want it steaming,” you demand after they have detached themselves from you, and Shanks has left to go start the shower for you. The redhead sends you a lazy salute, a grin on his lips as he lopes away to do as you ask. Mihawk reaches for your shirt, carefully pulling the bright garment off your head and tossing it behind him. His eyes rake over your exposed front once you are bare to him, and his hand finds one of your perky breasts, cupping it gently and smoothing his thumb over a perked nipple. 

You hiss at the feeling, heat pooling between your legs, and Mihawk gives you a playful smirk before he does it again. Your toes curl in your socks, knees feeling like jelly just from the simple touch. 

“So sensitive, from the pregnancy, no doubt,” He murmurs and raises his other hand to cup your free breast, gently pushing against your nipple. Your hands find his shirt, teeth bared in pleasure as you grip the fabric tightly, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. You jump when you feel lips pressed against the middle of your back, and then a hot tongue laving at the thin skin just below your ear, and know that Shanks has come back from the bathroom. 

“Boys,” you whine quietly, and have to bite your lip to keep yourself from making any more embarrassing sounds, “Please.” 

Shanks grins against your throat, hand dipping low to dance his fingertips just above the panties you still wear, “Please what, baby? Please stop. Or please keep going?” 

He knows what he’d like to do. He wants you on your back, legs spread so that he could bury his face in your cunt and show you just how much he’d missed you. Mihawk is having similar thoughts, though he wants to see you atop him, hovering over him with his cock buried inside your pussy as you seek pleasure from him. 

You curse them both softly, bottom lip throbbing from how harshly you have bitten it, and crack your eyes open to meet molten golden eyes that are watching your every move. He gives you a small, teasing grin, tilting his head to the side with a soft hum. His thumbs massage your breasts, pressing and dragging along your nipples, and his voice is husky when he speaks, “Use your words, dear one. You must tell us what you want.” 

KA-BOOM!

The moment is shattered by the sound of cannon fire, and it is a good thing that you were stuck between the two men, or you would have fallen to the floor. Their haki spills forth, lashing and whipping like a hurricane, but you have never been safer sandwiched between them. Shanks pulls away, grabbing up your shirt and Mihawk takes it from him to slide it over your shoulders. 

“I’ll stay here, you go and find out who’s attacking us,” Mihawk orders and the redhead disappears after giving both of his treasures a quick kiss. You watch him leave, your heart in your chest as you look back at Mihawk. 

“It’s Big Mom, isn’t it?” 

The warlord leads you over to a chair and sits you down, kneeling in front of your chair, “Most likely, love. Shanks will deal with them, so do not worry.” 

You smile at your lover and take the hand that he offers you, “I know he will. I know that you’ll keep me safe, too.” 

Behind them, the door is ripped open and Perona comes stumbling in, Hank and Sukuna trailing behind her. Hank whines and drops low when another cannon goes off, crawling forward so that he lays under your chair. Sukuna takes up the spot in your lap, glaring at the warlord until Mihawk huffs and rises from his crouch. 

“Shanks looked pissed,” Perona comments and throws herself into a free chair. She had passed the redhead on the way to the captain’s quarters and had spotted the murderous look on his face. 

The warlord huffs a laugh and shares a look with you, “I’m sure he is.” 

Topside, Shanks glared at the approaching ships. There were three of them, all gaudy with bright colors and big sails. They obviously came from Big Mom, the woman most likely furious after finding out that he and Mihawk had found you, and he wondered which one of her children had cried wolf to her over Katakuri’s actions. 

“Yasoop, take out their main sails,” Shanks ordered his second mate, and the Red Force shook in answer. The captain watched in vicious satisfaction as a single cannonball sailed through the air and hit the main sail’s mast on the ship to the right. It tilted dangerously and then fell, hitting the foremast and causing the massive sails to fold into one another. The ship veered to the right and hit the vessel next to it, puncturing the stern and causing water to flood the inside of the second ship.

A tailwind catches the last ship and launches it forward, bringing it close enough to the Red Force that Shanks could see the terrified looks on the pirates faces when they realized who they had chased after. Shanks unleashes his haki, flaring it to the point that places on his own ship splintered and cracked as he step forward. The redhead stands on the railing at the bow, and once the other vessel is close enough, Shanks launches himself forward, sword drawn and intent to kill. 

Big Mom’s ship crumbles under his will, wood splintering, and the pirates hit the deck with a dazed look upon their faces. Shanks arches his sword up, and it comes crashing down with a boom, severing the vessel in half like a hot knife through butter. He listens to the pirates scream and plead, but it all falls on deaf ears. They had signed their death warrant the second they thought that they could even try and take you away from him. 

Once the commotion seems to have died down, Mihawk leads the way up to the deck, and you take in the destruction with wide eyes. You’d yet to see what your boys could do with the power that practically bleeds from them, but it was still more than you expected. You find yourself blushing, and shift your weight, not having expected that the sight of their strength would turn you on so much. 

You shove the feeling down for now and look around for your redheaded lover, and laugh when you find him standing in the very tip of the stern of the sinking ship, hand wrapped around the hilt of his sword and a smug look painting his face. Benn swings the Red Force closer to the wreckage and Shanks leaps up and back on the deck, loping over to you and sweeping you up for a kiss that takes your breath away. 

“Took care of ‘em,” Shanks says, and then notices the way your face is still flushed with arousal. He grins down at you like the pirate he is and then looks up to meet Mihawk’s gaze, winking at the other man as he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close to his side. He cuts his eyes at Benn, and his first mates nod at him. 

“I'll get us out of here, Captain,” Benn assures him and then you are shuffled back down below deck, Mihawk following close behind the two of you. Once behind closed doors, Shanks pulls you to the bed where he snags your waistband and tugs your pants down, gently pushing you back on the bed after he drops them to the floor. You look at him with wide, desire-filled eyes, lip wrapped between your teeth in anticipation. 

You watch as Mihawk toes off his boots and coat before he climbs behind you on the bed, those golden eyes molten and heavy as he stares down at you. He pulls you further up the bed, your back resting against his chest as Shanks shuffles forward until your legs drape over his shoulders. You shiver when he smooths his hand up your exposed tight, leaning forward to press a kiss to your sensitive flesh, a smirk on his lips as he flicks his eyes up at you.

“Let me make you feel good, sweetheart. I saw that look in your eyes on deck. Didn't think you would like that kinda thing.” 

You flush and look away from Shanks, but a hand on your cheek turns you back to face the redhead. Mihawk strokes his thumb along your jaw, blunt nails gently scraping against your skin. 

“Well… it's new to me, too,” you mutter and feel their warlord chuckle behind you. 

“Nothing wrong with that, love. Red is quite striking when he wants to be,” Dracule rumbles and you give a distracted nod, eyes already eating up the way Shanks leans in to kiss up your thighs, tongue darting out to delve under the seam of your panties. He trails kisses up the fabric, humming when he notices the damp patch that only grows larger the longer he continues his teasing. 

Shanks slips his thumb under the elastic, tugging it lightly until you lift your hips and he can slip them off of you, and he grins when your cunt is finally exposed to him. You suck in a sharp breath when Mihawk gathers your arms and slides them up and around his neck, urging you to lock your fingers together. His hands delve under your shirt, one hand splaying over your stomach and the other cupping a swollen breast, fingers tweaking a peaked nipple. 

A soft curse falls from your lips at the touch, and you can't help but shift your hips, feeling greedy for the touch of both of your lovers after so long apart. You had tried once to pleasure yourself while they'd been gone, but you had gotten so frustrated when you couldn't because your touch wasn't near as good as theirs. You'd lain there, tears streaming down your face and stomach cramping with arousal for a long time, missing your boys. 

Your despondent thoughts are cut off when Shanks leans forward and licks between your folds, a gasp tearing from your throat and your eyes snapping down to watch the redhead. Shanks groans, eyes shuttering at finally being able to taste you again after so long. He licks up your cunt again, pushing forward to bury his face between your legs, lips kissing and sucks your folds and up to your clit until you are a whining mess. Your legs clench around his head, dragging Shanks even closer and he lifts his arm to wrap around your thigh, keeping you still when your hips jump. 

Mihawk watches with heavy eyes, his cock hard and aching in his pants. He wants to feel your cold hands wrap around his length, feel your mouth swallow him down until you're choking and teary eyed, but that would have to wait. Right now all of this was for you. You'd been alone so long, had become so spoiled from their touch and attention that you had to be pent up, and he wasn't wrong. You changed their names like a mantra, moans and huffs spilling from between your lips like the most lovely song. The warlord couldn't get enough. 

It doesn't take much more before you are wailing in their arms, pussy fluttering and coating Shanks’ face in slick as you come on his tongue. Your voice is rough, curses and hisses falling from your lips when Shanks snakes his hand between your legs, thumb dragging along your folds and pushing them apart so that he can drink you down like a man lost in the desert. He keeps going, tongue sliding through the cream that coats your folds and up to your clit when he gently teases the throbbing bud with the tip of his tongue. 

“Shanks- honey, please,” you whine and jerk your arms, but Mihawk keeps them pinned with ease, a mean smile on his lips as he leans forward to press them against your neck. 

“What's wrong, darling?” He coos softly, and pinches your nipple, delighted by the sound that you make, “Is it too much?” 

You jerk your head in a nod, lips raw from being bitten, head feeling heavy with endorphins as you try to weakly shift away from Shanks. The redhead isn't stopping though, not until he had his fill. 

He shifts his hand, his index finger circling your entrance before gently pressing inside and groaning at the soft heat that clenches around it. Shanks wants to bury his cock inside you and never leave, wants to feel you pulse and shiver around him while he fills you up with his seed. The sight of you rounded with their child already ignited a need so great that Shanks thought it might ruin him, and he thinks he would keep you this way if he could. 

Mihawk strokes his hand over your stomach, up to the other breast when he pinches and rolls both of your nipples between his fingers, mouth leaving behind open-mouth kisses along your neck. His voice is airy, full of want and devotion when he speaks. 

“You'll never send us away again, right, angel? We're everything that you will ever need, no one else will ever make you feel the way we do.” 

You nod wildly, eyes filling with tears as their touch doesn't let up. Your cunt feels over-sensitive and raw, folds puffy from Shanks’ stubble and the way he delves two of his fingers into you over and over. The pace is maddening, the feel of his tongue stroking your clit too much, the rough pads of Mihawk’s fingers on your nipples electrifying. 

“N-never again. Can't live without you,” you stumble through your words, vision going blurry as tears spill down your cheeks. You are overwhelmed with pleasure and the knowledge that you are surrounded by your boys, and it's seconds later that you come undone for the second time, clenching around Shanks’ fingers and coming with a tired whine. 

Mind blank, you feel yourself being released and then positioned to lay down on the bed, and then two warm bodies shifting to lay on either side of you in the too-small bed. You snuggle up to the closest chest, and Shanks snickers when you bury your face against him. Mihawk tosses his arm across both of you, hand on the redhead's hip and keeping you trapped between them. You feel content and jelly-legged for the first time in over a month, so relaxed that it doesn't take long for you to pass out with a sleepy I love you. 

The two men share a look over your head, and both quietly agree that after today, all of you deserve to have a good night's rest. They would wake tomorrow and see about getting into contact with Marco, but for now, they would rest with their treasure tucked secured between them.

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[greetingfromthedead]

Festivities (Vash x Reader)

🎄🎄 Merry Vashmas and Happy WooWoodays! 🎄🎄

Plot: On the winter solstice your community has its own traditions and this year you spend them with Vash. Also Vash has cuteness aggression.

Series: Tempest Wind, but made to work as a oneshot

Pairing: Vash x Reader

Raiting: For Everyone

Tags: AU, Established Relationship, Fluff, Ice Skating, Holidays, Festivities, Cozy, I Have Never Been Good At Tagging Stuff

Word count: 2.1k

Author's Note: This is a slightly modified chapter from my upcoming fic "Tempest Winds". On that note I am looking for beta readers / proofreaders so if you are interested, hmu!

The snowflakes fall gently onto your face as you look up towards the snow covered tree branches. A path carved into the snow leads along the river, the fast current has kept it from freezing. The melody of the stream draws your attention and you stumble on the uneven trail, arms shooting out to find balance, but you have nothing to worry about as a strong hand grabs you under your arm before you land in the white powder.

"Careful now, love!" his voice is amused, "Are you really going to fall over before we even get to the ice?"

You get your feet underneath yourself again and turn around to shoot him a disapproving stare. As expected you first see the huge zipped up red coat and when you look up you see him peering down at you from between the layers of fluffy scarf. The pompom on his hat jiggles as he laughs at your expression.

"Why do you always feel the need to make fun of me?" you try to sound serious and look stern.

Vash bows closer, one hand holding the bag over his shoulder. He is eye level with you now and you see the happy glint in the deep blue eyes, his lips in a wide smile.

"Because it's easy and I adore your expressions!" he says proudly and you roll your eyes. You know you'd do the same if the opportunity arises. You enjoy teasing him just as much as he loves teasing you. He pecks a quick kiss on your lips, only barely missing the scarves around both of you. Your gloved hands grab the front of his coat and pull him closer to give him a proper kiss before turning around again and continuing on along the path. The kiss freezes Vash into place for a second, still bent forward, he stares at you leaving before hurrying after.

Soon you see the main road ahead, lit up by many candles leading down the slope to the big lake, the trees on either side so dense that you could almost forget it's still light outside. As you get off your little path you see a few more people, some coming up the incline, still out of breath and cheeks rosy, their skates dangling from their bags. Others are heading down just like you are to enjoy the views and a festive day. As you get to the candlelit road you stop and wait for Vash to put down the bag. You rummage through it and take the two candles you've brought handing one to Vash. He smiles warmly and waits for you to close the bag again and light your wick with the flame of the closest candle. You turn towards the man and hold out your candle at a slight angle so he has it easier to light his flame with yours.

"I wish you happiness and patience. I hope you have a magical season and a new year that is peaceful and kind to you." the smile on your face makes his heart flutter as you say those words, passing on your wishes to him.

Vash looks at his candle for a moment before making a little spot for it in the snow and placing it down.

"I wish love and happiness, like the kind I feel every day, to whoever gets my flame. I hope their heart will be light and worries will be but a distant memory." Vash leaves his words with his candle as you put yours down next to his.

"Let's go!" you grab his hand, waiting for him to follow you. He quickly throws the bag over his shoulder and squeezes your hand as you start running down the slope, you see people who are lighting their candles and handing down their well wishes. You get around the bend in the road and see the two large spruce trees towering on either side of the path, they are decorated from top to bottom in crystals. An ancient tradition passed down by generations since the colonizing ships first arrived. Some of the crystals are emitting a dim glow that's barely visible in the daylight, others reflecting the light from the sun. Some are round, others are sharp, there are both ores and polished stones, the light dusting of snow shimmering as the path opens up to the enormous lake surrounded by cliffs and mountains on the opposite side. The long and narrow shape has allowed for the snow to be blown away by wind, leaving smooth blue ice behind. 

You drag Vash to a free bench and start pushing your boots off before he even gets around to handing you your skates. He smiles at your excitement as you pull on the skates and start to tie them up. Vash follows your lead knowing full well how you will become if you have to wait for him to be ready, he doesn't feel like being called a slowpoke by you again as you shake with excitement. In the end it's him patiently waiting for you as you meticulously get yourself ready so you can enjoy what's next. You put all you things in the bag that Vash takes to carrying once again. He helps you up from the bench and hand in hand you go to the ice, carefully passing the young children and beginners still finding their balance. Once out in the open you get to speed up.

You skate along the coast for a bit looking for a perfect spot to leave the bag. Carefully you hang it on a tree branch making sure to remember the surrounding and off you go. Pushing yourself to go faster and faster, Vash realizes immediately what you are doing - trying to race him to the other side of the lake, of course you cheated by starting early, but it doesn't matter, he still catches up and passes you, haven gotten a bit ahead he turns around. Laughing at you as he tauntingly skates backwards. You still try to catch up to him, but sadly there's no competition, your only hope was to get a head start. Better luck next time, you'll let him hang up the bag and start booking it as soon as he turns his back on you.

As you clearly lost, you shake your head and slow your pace, changing trajectory to be along the beach again. You look at the dark green forest covering the gentle mountain slopes, the stony cliffs bare from most vegetation. Here and there you see little houses, but you know most are hidden well. As you leisurely watch around, Vash skates circles around you. He has unzipped his coat that's now flapping in the air currents, as he laps you over and over. He keeps looking at you with a gentle smile, like you're the most beautiful view here. His cheeks are red both from the cold air and the slight blush as he thinks just how dear you are to him.

It is already getting dark after barely just getting here as this festive day is held on the solstice when the night is the longest, from here it will get lighter again as spring inches its way closer. That's why everyone here gathers together, the usually so reclusive people of your community have formed traditions, to show each other just how close you really are, that nobody is alone and everyone wishes their neighbor well. It's an amalgam of new customs formed over the decades spent here on this planet and very old ones brought here from Earth.

The sun disappears behind the mountains and as twilight settles in, lights start to appear in the forest and on the cliffs. Vash slows down and takes your hand. Together you glide over the ice watching your surroundings come to life as people light lanterns in their windows revealing the hundreds of houses dotted around the lakeside.

"I'm so glad I get to spend this day with you." Vash's voice speaks up next to you and when you look over you see his eyes on you. As you slow to a stop you turn to face him. You pull off your gloves stuffing them into a pocket and cover his freezing cold cheeks with your warm hands. His cover yours as to avoid you getting frosty.

"I'm glad I get to spend every day with you." you smile, "You fill them with so much happiness."

"I love you." his soft eyes looking into yours as he speaks the simple words that make your heart jump every time you hear them.

"I love you too. Getting to build a home together with you means the world to me." you think of the cozy house that awaits you, all year you've worked on turning it into your personal paradise, the building you grew up in is now more than just that, it's an actual home.

Vash bows down, his hands letting go of yours and instead wrapping around you. He kisses you slowly and tenderly. Your hands slide to be around his neck, pulling him close as your lips move together deeply and lovingly. His arms hold you against him tight, your body keeping him warm. Suddenly he straightens out, pulling you up with him, your skates no longer touching the ice. He breaks the kiss to push his cold nose  against your neck, making you instinctively flinch. He pushes against the ice and you find he is spinning you around. Letting out a squeal you hold on tighter.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." he almost shouts into your scarf, as he overflows with excitement, leaving you laughing. He carefully puts you down again, but spins you so he is behind you, wrapping his arms around you once more and putting his cheek on your shoulder to look at your smiling face. You look back at him knowing there is never a dull moment with him around. You put on your gloves again before taking his hand.

"Shall we go? We still have a light to hang up in our window." you ask him.

"Yes, Sweet Pea, let's go home." he pushes his cold cheek to your ear. "I need you to warm me up again."

You laugh and push yourself off, his hand in yours as you go back to where you left the bag to pick it up and you make your way to the entrance where even more candles have been lit, the trail of them leading onto the ice now. The giant spruces in full effect looking like they have been sprinkled with stardust. You take a last look around, the lights from the mountains and the stars in the sky almost blending into one, reminding you where you come from.

Before you head home you go to one of the decorated trees, Vash standing behind you as you take off your red knitted scarf. You tie it to one of the branches, among the number of other colorful scarves. Vash's hands are on yours as you form the knot and you let out a content sigh.

"May our ancestors watch over us, may we carry on." you let the scarf slip out of your hand and for a moment Vash still holds you, giving your fingers a light squeeze and then stepping back to offer you his hand. Together you go home again, the candles with everyone's happy wishes lighting up the dark night. Even the path along the river has a few candles , but the moonlight creeping in from between the branches and bouncing off the snow is enough to guide you.

You get to your little wooden house by the river, it feels so warm and welcoming because you know you can spend your days there with the man you love. Vash gets started on the fireplace and you make sure there's hot chocolate ready for him. As the room is lit up you bring the lantern that's been waiting for your return. With a long stick Vash brings over a small flame from the fireplace and lights the candle in the lantern as you hold open its door. Together you hang up the guiding light on your window facing the lake. You doubt anyone is able to see it though the forest, but it doesn't matter, it's the thought that counts.

Together you settle into the couch by the fireplace, surrounded by soft pillows and blankets, you lay your legs over his lap, Vash's arm around your shoulders to keep you close. The fire relieves the ache in your muscles and you feel happiness and bliss.  

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Moon's Light

Summary: Moon Knight comics universe: After everything they've been through, the hardest war has always been of the past. First Night of Hanukkah shouldn't be this hard.

Pairings: Gen fic

Warnings: Briefest of mentions of anti-semitism.

Word Count: 1,242

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It was never that big of a deal. 

He knew the stories and had tried to grasp the concepts and history behind the holiday. 

It just wasn’t a high holiday. His father had waved a hand away as he continued to study and prepare for other things. 

Young Marc Spector had watched his father do his public duties. It was all a show, wasn’t it? Competition with more prominent holidays that he had no part of, but was still expected to observe somehow. 

Blue and white decorations that mimicked the green and red garlands. Stars getting lost in the snowflake designs. Twinkling light on houses that shown brighter and longer till they made those little lights in the window mean so little. 

Stepping out of his little sheltered street to the bigger and wider world and his little ‘hat’ had been knocked off his head more time than he can remember. 

It all only added to his anger. Anger that fueled his violent blood. It was easy enough to forget things when he left. There was no day of rest when getting shot at. There was no fasting when the energy was needed to battle some villain or army. Kosher was a laugh when he was crawling through the desert eating anything he was given. 

It was a choice at first, being the man out as he refused things or muttered prayers to himself, then it was rejection as he turned face up to the sky as he ate, as he worked, as he started his first campfire to stay warm. 

Did that make it more prominent? Telling the world ‘I am doing this despite you’ was still acknowledging that ‘you’ existed. 

In time, he gave it all up. He was Marc Spector Mercenary. Marc Spector a man without a home. A man who moved from place to place because he was unwanted, unwelcome, and hated. 

And in the end, did this not make things even closer to who he didn’t want to be? 

Give it to Jake. 

It had taken him a long time to get Jake to talk to him. The rejection had been mutual. Or perhaps, Jake had simply been waiting for him. Jake settled into comfort and pleasure. He kept the fire kindled and did what he could without forcing them back into something that would hurt too much. He watched friends fade away and even old enemies disappear with a sense of something part of himself falling away with them. 

The years filled up with pain and it was getting harder and harder to cope with memories of who he was supposed to be. 

Give it to Steven

Steven took it. He judged the past and did his best to be the better man. Charity to make up for Marc’s mistakes. Or so he claimed. He struggled to make the life make sense. So little of it made sense. So much of it was filled with ghosts of what was supposed to happen. Notions of something he was supposed to do. A sense of something in his blood that filled him with a great sense of unrest. 

Now, after so much and so much chaos that dug around in his heart, they all slowly took a deep breath. 

Marc, for it was always Marc, stared down the offender with such concentration that perhaps it would fade away if he focused hard enough. 

Time had changed, but things had not. The things that had made the boy Marc so angry were still there. His brother was dead, angrier than even he had been. His mother long gone, never knowing the real Marc. His father was gone, taking with him any chance of reconciliation. 

There was still hate. There was still blame. There was still all the things that had hurt them. The only difference was time. 

Time for him to search his soul and know himself. Time for him to make peace with Jake and Steven. Time for him to understand his position as Moon Knight. 

Sun’s going down. Jake prodded.

It wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t a big holiday. 

So why was it so hard? Why did it suddenly mean so much right now to him? 

Let me do it. Jake reached for the matches but Marc turned away, moving their hands to his hips as he took another slow breath. 

We don’t have to do it. How is it any different from all the other years we ignored it? Steven shrugged, acting indifferent though Marc could feel the sway of his heart. 

“We have to.” Marc gritted his teeth. 

Why? Jake and Steven asked. Why do they have to? Why does Marc have to be the one? Jake would happily carry on. Steven knew the ritual. It was so organized the way he liked it. 

“Because I exist.” Marc looked out the window. “Because I’m still here. Despite it all… I’m still here.” 

He took the match book and tore off a stick. It was far from the long and beautiful matchsticks his father had used, but this felt so much more representative of Marc Spector. 

He struck once and almost seemed surprised to see himself suddenly holding the small flame, feeling the heat and lighting the room. 

He lit the candle, small as it was. It was not the Hanukkiah of his childhood. It had come in a little box boasting “full menorah kit” in big block letters. Simple and silver, it still stood sturdy. 

A shaking hand picked up the small helper candle. 

“We are still here.” Jake stepped in and took a moment to look at the candle before he moved it to the fist candle on the right. He held the light to the small wick and made sure it was properly lit before he set the candle back in place. 

Steven pulled the memory up from so long ago. He had looked it up earlier the moment he had seen the kit in Marc’s hand. Ever prepared, he had made sure the words were still there. 

He needn’t have worried. Some memories never faded. Some words lingered as if they were tattooed across his heart. 

Maybe his tongue was a little slower and maybe his voice was a little softer, but still the tune carried. 

Three prayers for the first day. Three souls welcoming in the light. 

The song followed and Jake carried it as if it were a joyful tune he’d just heard yesterday in the bar. 

When all was done, they sat in the light, watching the candles drip and burn down. The smallest menorah in the window of the Midnight Mission. 

Outside, someone stopped and gazed at the window. Marc pulled his mask down back into place. 

This was Moon Knight’s neighborhood, Moon Knight’s mission, Moon Knight’s protected people, and this was Moon Knight’s light. 

The person was a teen, hands in pockets and head down. He gazed at the menorah for a moment then looked up to the man in the white suit. 

“Chag chanuka sameach.” The teen gave a small wave. 

He licked his cracked lips, wondering if the words would hurt. “Chag chanuka sameach.” They came easily and he smiled as a relief washed over him that threatened to overwhelm him. Not because he still knew them, but for reasons he couldn’t explain. 

Moon Knight turned to open the door. The Midnight Mission was open. Now, more than ever, he had something to protect. 

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Scream - A present - Door.16

warning : kiss, fluff, some smutish things

The calendar

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Charlie knew three things from horror movies and how to make fake blood and leave reviews on the internet and that was it.

Now maybe how to be there for his girlfriend but maybe that was it. But he knew that the upcoming Christmas season was her favorite time of year.

She supported him as much as she could during Halloween, sewing costumes, helping with the decorations and, above all, baking cookies in the shape of little tombstones for which he always gave her kisses. He pulled her into his arms and gave her everything she wanted physically and emotionally.

Until the months went by and it became winter. Winter in the city meant that everyone was buying presents like crazy, milk, chocolate, candy canes, cookies, pillows, blankets, Christmas trees and so on.

All the people were buying like crazy, the crazy ones in his favorite horror store all empty and this fact Charlie had to realize himself when he drove into all the stores in town and found nothing but emptiness. It was as if Michael Myers had not killed all the inhabitants but had killed everything empty.

He was as desperate as a bad joke. And he knew that the more time passed, the more he looked at his watch and the messages on his cell phone, the more he knew time was running out.

What kind of boyfriend doesn't have a gift for his love? he thought as he continued to walk through the streets of the city, the thick snowflakes coming down on him and his bobble hat already white.

He looked around feverishly - there had to be something. But all the sweet, typical Christmas presents were gone. Until he saw it.

In the window of a small decoration store, it seemed to be the last thing they had. A long red dress with dark reddish embroidered sequins and a plunging neckline, it was perfect.

Rushing into the store and arguing with the salesman, the brown-haired man had the gift in his hand about an hour later. Although he had to pay almost double the price, he was happy with his heart. Now he just had to wrap it. That should be easy.

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Her gaze was on the clock, it was only a few more minutes before she could disappear from her shift in the coffee. If it wasn't the height of summer and everyone wanted an iced coffee, then in winter it was the double chocolate coffee with colorful green and red sprinkles on the white cream with the snowflake cookie. It was terrible.

As she handed the mixture to the woman in front of her, she heard the voice of her colleague murmuring for her to leave. ,,You still have a magical meeting, don't you?" she asked, knowing she was referring to Charlie's Christmas dinner.

,,Yeah, I just hope he didn't set fire to the apartment," she replied with a wink before taking off her apron and disappearing into the changing room. Saying goodbye to her colleagues, she hurried home.

She had only seen her darling this morning and gave him a hasty kiss and had to get to work, but she hadn't forgotten his sweet look and the promise that everything would be perfect.

Which is why she was all the more excited when she opened the door with the keys to their apartment. ,,I'm home Charlie!" she called into the apartment and took off her coat, but the sweet smell hit her as soon as she walked in.

She saw the many candles he had lit, the small Christmas tree in the corner hung with baubles in the shape of knives and movie posters, a collection he was proud of.

On the small dining table were bowls of cookies and candy canes and when she tasted one she knew he had made it himself. Sweet with a jam filling You're the best at these she thought and went on wondering if he would scare her or if he was still buying something.

Deciding to get out of her clothes first and put on something comfortable, she opened the door to the bedroom and banged the door against something. Only a second later she heard an ouch that she knew could only be Charlie.

,,Charlie! Did I hurt you?" she asked, looking down at her friend who was in a very strange position, bringing questions to her mind. ,,What did you do?" she asked, raising an eyebrow when she saw that the cutie had somehow managed to wrap himself in gift wrap so that he had tied himself up.

,,I-I don't know, please?" said the one lying on the floor, trying to free himself, his hair slightly disheveled and she saw the blush on his cheeks.

Surely they had been in a situation where they had done this on purpose but it hadn't usually ended with him lying on the floor and her hitting him with the door.

,,Oh, does my sweetie need help?" she asked playfully teasingly and knelt down to him, her fingers running over the red gift ribbon as she watched him try to get free.

,,Yes...please," he said, making a relieved noise when she finally released him, his hand moving to hers and he gave her a grateful kiss before hurrying to the bed and saying, ,,Close your eyes" before she complied with his request.

She heard the rustle of fabric before she felt something soft in her hands. ,,Charlie... this is beautiful," she said, running her hands over the fabric, examining the embroidery and holding it against her body.

,,You look wonderful," the brown-haired man praised and put his hands around her hips, slowly pulling her into another kiss. ,,I'll be happy to help you wrap up next time," she murmured to him and placed the dress on the bed before pushing him towards the mattress.

She saw the flush on his cheeks increase as she moved her hands to her top. ,,Shall I try it on?" she asked and saw her boyfriend, who was completely fixated on her, nod. There must have been more than one present this Christmas that warmed them both.

Because it was their shared love when they felt his lips on her body and their clothes lay scattered on the bed, the cold didn't seem to bother them, they were both far too busy loving each other.

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✏️WIP Weekend✏️

I was tagged by the amazing @sidekick-hero :) Thanks, friend!

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post.

Currently working on my summer fic and so I won't share anything from that Steve file, but everything else is up for grabs (looking at you, tinsel fic)! I take my WIPs very unseriously because it takes a few drafts for me to get the feel of a story, but most of these are in a place where I'd like to start finalizing details so I can post them by the end of April (ahh!).

couldve fooled me (steddie microfic draft)

Steve (starts for my summer exchange fic--can't share anything from here)

New Tinsel D2 (Steddie Xmas fic from a challenge that I'm aiming to finish asap so please make me write this one)

Reckless (White Collar fic for Whumpril)

No Time to Rest (Dad!Thor fic for Whumpril)

The peek at my Steddie Xmas fic is under the cut. It's College AU Steddie and it's the last day of finals :)

 Students clambered through the double doors of the dorm and Steve’s eyes immediately kept an eye out for Eddie’s red beanie. It was the only color the man loved to wear, and not only did it look cute against his long curls, but it made him easy to spot. Steve searched among the sea of winter hats as they passed, no familiar red one in sight. 

Steve was about to turn around when something collided with him from behind. He barely caught himself to push the offender off when he caught sight of Eddie’s red beanie.

“Gotcha, Harrington,” Eddie laughed as Steve turned and then hugged him. “It’s good to be a free man.”

“Freedom looks good on you,” Steve replied, stroking Eddie���s cheek.

Eddie’s hair was dotted with snowflakes and his cheeks were red from the chilly wind. Eddie pulled off his beanie and then unzipped and shed his coat, placing it on the back of the chair. Pieces of snow fell off onto the carpeted floor and melted as he shook snow from his curls.  He wore his black denim jeans with a comfortable sweatshirt that Steve recognized as one of his own.

Eddie pressed his cold forehead against Steve’s warm one before brushing his lips against Steve’s.

Steve cupped Eddie’s cheek and kissed him softly and let his lips brush Eddie’s. Eddie pulled him closer to kiss him deeper before breaking off with a smile. 

“So the bio final didn’t kill you like you thought?” Steve asked as he played with the man’s curls, trying not to get lost in Eddie’s chocolate eyes. The stray snowflakes in Eddie’s hair melted against Steve’s fingers. 

“Can’t kill a Munson that easy,” Eddie replied ruefully. “But it was brutal. And to think I had to spend all that time focused on mitosis instead of your pretty face.”

“I have know idea how you survived. And speaking of, here’s the reward for surviving finals in your second year of college.” He handed Eddie the other cup that sat on the table, watching the man’s face lit up as he read the name on the cup. 

Gently tagging: @soaringornithopter, @imfinereallyy, @berenwrites

@wynnyfryd and @sourw0lfs

[finerandbonnier]

The Splintered Dreamer

Chapter Five of Lucian, just before the fall

[AO3]

A totally unrelated series of recollections, half remember truths, and outright fabrications regarding London shortly before the event that would come to be known as the Fall and that hold no greater meaning or significance.

Archie woke with a start, his skin clammy and his undershirt uncomfortably stuck by sweat to the hollow of his back. It was the dream again. The one that floated in the back of his mind. He had other dreams of course. Dreams of home, of Glasgow in the winter and snowflakes melting on his sister’s hair. Dreams of far-flung locales inspired by the books he read, wind catching the canvas of a tall ship as soldiers in scarlet coats bustled across the deck or the scent of foreign cooking on a hot breeze as he walked along a dusty road. But no matter how his dreams started inevitably they would shift before the end to the same familiar but half-remembered scene.

A terrible secret. A betrayal. A theft in the night. The cobbled stones shifting beneath his feet as though they were waves on a great sea, wet and glistening in the moonlight. A hand at his back, holding him steady. A hand at his back, pushing him to the floor. His head swimming from drink or drugs or something else. An imploring voice that wasn’t his own emanating from his throat as he sounded words he couldn’t understand across a tongue heavy with the taste of whiskey. A struggle. Being dragged. Being lifted. Being carried. A locked door opening and leading to a dark hallway. Red symbols that hurt to look at carved into wallpaper. And above all else the one throughline that centred itself in his mind. He had to warn them. Warn London. Warn him.

If only he knew who it was, this mystery man who occupied his sleeping thoughts. He had a vague sense of someone tall with broad shoulders and the colour blue, but the face of the man remained frustratingly out of reach, trapped behind a haze of dream fog impenetrable to his waking self. At first he’d tried to force the image to the front of his mind. The futile attempts had only served to leave him with a splitting headache that had him reaching for his medical supplies. Then he tried subtler methods, confident that if only he could ignore the thought for long enough it would make itself known to him in time. Dreams can be fickle he thought, try to catch them and they’ll slip through your grasping fingers. Better to wait and let it come to him.

Except it never did. And so the cycle would continue, the desperate mission of his dream, it’s urgency hounding him into the waking world and the emptiness that followed, that disquieting feeling that he had forgotten something of grave importance that he could not shake until he dreamt again.

On his best days it was almost easy to discount the dream, to face it down with facts and logic and turn it into a small thing that he was foolish to exhaust so much mental effort over. The dream was just a dream. Plenty of people had bad dreams in the Neath, Archie knew that better than anyone. It was nothing a little laudanum wouldn’t fix if he had any to spare. On his worst days it was hard to tell where the dream stopped and reality started. He would walk along the Thames asleep in his bed at Mrs. Chapman’s and wake to find himself beside the Stolen River. He would turn a corner on a street in the Neath and then be walking along a London road above, fresh air ruffling his hair and alcohol on his breath surrounded by gentlemen in fine clothing.

There was another man too when he got that bad. A smiling man in a stovepipe hat and a coat with bright brass buttons and eyes too old for his face. He listened to Archie’s ramblings with the patience of a doting parent and somehow never made him feel like he was going mad. Or more accurately, he made it seem like going mad was the sanest thing of all.

Archie shook his head. He had more pressing things to focus on. There was a city full of patients to attend to down in the Neath that relied on him being lucid and fully present, not caught up in his own head. He moved to the small washbasin Mrs Chapman had provided for his room and splashed a little water on his face. He was a doctoral student from Glasgow who had been training in London when it fell, he reminded himself.

He had never stood on the deck of a ship off the southern coast of Africa. He had never walked through an open-air market as the scent of turmeric filled his nostrils. And he had certainly never staggered through the streets of London in a desperate attempt to warn Harjit Singh.

[hohindamura]

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Translation of the first few pages from Volume 3! Will try translating the other sample pages soon.

Always appreciate suggestions!

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Title Page Animal Crossing: News from Hohinda Village Sayorin: Whoa~ Gracie, easy now~ Gracie: Get off of me.

[Background Text] Ruiko: Ah. Resetti: Oi... Kotaro: Her shoe fell off- haha! Roscoe: If you're gonna race, I'll beat ya. Pecan: You’re gonna race..?

Pg. 1

The Tune is Wrong Sayorin: Today’s a fun Christmaas~ Sayorin: What? Roscoe: U-uh.

Lobo: Hey, isn’t that the Hinamatsuri tune? Roscoe: I guess she's going retro, huh? Sayorin: (in bg) Today's gonna to be a fun Hinamatsuri~

Pg. 2

Gift from Chiaki

Sayorin: Ew, a Christmas present from Chiaki? S: Kinda suspicious…

Mitzi: Sayorin, you shouldn’t say those kinds of things. You might incur a divine punishment! S: Mitzi…

M: Christmas should be a special occasion that makes everyone feel nice. S: You’re right, sorry.

Gift from Chiaki Pt. 2

S: Urg, she’s makes me angry! M: Um, there’s a letter attached to the present. Should we read it?

S: I'd rather throw it away. M: You shouldn’t say that!

M: Christmas should be a special occasion th- S: I get it, I get it.

Chiaki: For your Christmas allowance, I’ll be sending you three empty cans as a nice favour, ohoho~ S: Darn it! M: Ah, I had some errands… T/N: It’s common for older people to send younger people (typically children) money as a gift during New Years (celebrate with Christmas).

Pg. 3

Santa is here?!

Sayorin: I feel like on a night like this, Santa could appear any minute now ~♥.

S: OH!

S: Pew! Pew! P-Pew!

S: Aw, I guess Santa’s not actually real... Gulliver: H-huh? What did you say...?

You cannot do that!

G: H-hold on! If I were to be the real Santa, what were you planning to do?

G: Were you going to shoot me down to get a present!? S: Eh!?

S: Am I not supposed to do that? G: Ugh, nevermind.

Pg. 4

Oooough…

?: Oo…

?: Oo… oo… S: W-who’s making that noise? G: It cannot be a mole cricket…

S: Wait! What if it’s the ghost of winter!! G: No! I am scared!!

UFO: Please move -zura… so heavy… S: Ah, the ship's on top of a snow man! G: What!?

Cheeky Gulliver

G: I have moved the ship away. Snowman: I’m saved, zura…

G: So. Snow: ?

G: So, I have just rescued you.

Snow: Ah, yes. Thank you -zura. So?

G: So, give me a snowman furniture, please. (Don…!) Snow: I can’t believe you’re going there -zura.

Pg. 5

Baby Hat and Baby Talk

Snow: I’m a victim because you just so happened to land on me all of the sudden-zura!! G: Well, I am also a victim too!

Snow: Then, who’s the perpetrator? G: Well, I think… (Turn)

S: Sayowin is still baby so I don’t kwnow. ♡ (Goo goo) G: You can't dodge your way out of this!

A snowman’s willpower!

G: Anyways, just help me collect parts for my ship. S: Okay.

Snow: I’ll help out -zura. Snow: Snowflakes! Help me find parts!

S: Ooh! S: The snowflakes are making them easier to find!

Snow: And with that, I would like some souvenirs, please. G: Are you seriously going there!? (Fall-)

Pg. 6

A Superpower.

G: Well, you have to give me yours first! Snow: No yours!

S: Hey, I got all the parts-. G: Snowman! Snow: Souvenirs!

(Snowman/Souvenirs argument in the background)

S: Both of you shut up! Give them to me.

It might be new.

G: I guess as a special reward, I will give you a rare Christmas item. S: Yay! ♪

G: It is a Santa Moai! S: Y-

S: Uh, this is just a regular Moai with a king’s beard and a red pom-pom hat... G: It’s a Santa Moai.

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Festive Fashion: Best Holiday-Themed Sports Apparel

The holiday season is here, and for sports enthusiasts, it’s not just about cheering for your favorite teams but also celebrating with festive flair. Holiday-themed sports apparel is a growing trend that combines the spirit of the season with a love for athletics, creating unique styles perfect for gifting, events, or just showing off your festive spirit. Among this year’s standouts is the “Hoops with Santa Holiday Slam Dunk” Crewneck Sweatshirt, a must-have for basketball fans looking to combine their passion for the game with holiday cheer.

Here’s an overview of the trend of holiday-themed sports apparel, styling tips, and where to snag these festive pieces.

Overview of the Trend: Holiday-Themed Sports Apparel

In recent years, holiday-themed sportswear has gained popularity among fans and casual shoppers alike. From cozy sweatshirts featuring snowflake-laden team logos to quirky T-shirts blending sports and holiday motifs, these items offer a way to celebrate two passions at once.

For sports enthusiasts, it’s not just about representing their favorite teams but also about standing out at holiday events. Whether you’re watching the big game with family, attending an office party, or lounging at home, festive sports apparel adds a playful, seasonal twist to your wardrobe.

Must-Have Holiday Sports Apparel for Every Occasion

1. Basketball: Start with the “Hoops with Santa Holiday Slam Dunk” Crewneck Sweatshirt. Pair it with joggers or slim-fit jeans for a casual look, or layer it under a blazer for a fun holiday party outfit.

2. Football: For NFL fans, holiday sweaters with team logos wrapped in snowflakes or reindeer designs are great options. They’re perfect for tailgating during winter games or attending holiday-themed game-day parties.

3. Baseball: Baseball fans can opt for festive caps or jerseys with seasonal twists. Imagine a Santa hat integrated into your team’s logo or a jersey adorned with candy cane pinstripes.

4. Soccer: Soccer enthusiasts can find scarves and hoodies featuring team colors with holiday accents. They’re warm, practical, and stylish for outdoor matches or holiday gatherings.

5. Fitness and Activewear: For gym-goers, look for holiday-themed leggings, tank tops, or tracksuits. These pieces are ideal for adding festive fun to workouts or athleisure outfits for running errands during the holiday rush.

Tips for Styling Holiday-Themed Sports Apparel

1. Dress for the Occasion:

For a casual look, pair your holiday-themed sportswear with denim or joggers.

Heading to a party? Layer a T-shirt or jersey under a tailored jacket to elevate the outfit while keeping it festive.

2. Accessorize Wisely:

Add holiday-inspired accessories like Santa hats, themed socks, or even holiday-themed sneakers to complete the look.

For activewear, choose neutral shoes to balance out bold, festive patterns.

3. Coordinate with Seasonal Colors:

Embrace red, green, and white tones, or go for metallic accents like silver or gold for a more refined holiday vibe.

4. Stay Comfortable:

Choose pieces that fit well and allow easy movement, especially if you’re wearing them to a game or an active event.

Where to Buy Holiday-Themed Sports Apparel

The good news is that finding holiday-themed sportswear has never been easier, thanks to online shopping and seasonal promotions.

NBA Stores and Fan Shops: For basketball fans, official team stores or online retailers offer items like the “Hoops with Santa Holiday Slam Dunk” Crewneck Sweatshirt. Keep an eye out for discounts as the holidays approach.

NFL, MLB, and Soccer Team Stores: Official team websites often feature exclusive holiday collections, from sweaters to caps and more.

Sportswear Brands: Brands like Nike, Adidas, and Under Armour occasionally release limited-edition holiday collections.

E-commerce Platforms: Sites like Amazon, Etsy, and eBay are treasure troves for novelty holiday sports apparel, often with deals or customizable options.

Retail Sales: Look out for Black Friday, Cyber Monday, or year-end sales to grab these items at discounted prices.

Make the Holidays Sporty and Fun

Holiday-themed sports apparel is more than just clothing — it’s a way to express your love for sports and the festive season simultaneously. Whether you’re gifting the “Hoops with Santa Holiday Slam Dunk” Crewneck Sweatshirt to a basketball enthusiast or buying quirky holiday sportswear for yourself, these items bring a mix of fun and team spirit to any occasion.

This holiday season, don’t settle for plain sweaters or generic gifts. Embrace the trend and spread holiday cheer while staying true to your passion for sports.

Which holiday-themed sports apparel item is your favorite? Let me know in the comments, or share your festive game-day looks!

[mapple369]

Kids Tracksuits: Top Christmas 2024 Trends for Holiday Style

The holiday season is upon us, and it's time to start thinking about festive outfits for the kids. While Christmas is all about fun, family, and festivities, finding the perfect balance between comfort and style can be tricky. That’s where kids tracksuits come in! These stylish, comfy outfits are perfect for the holiday season, offering ease, warmth, and style for your little ones.

From boys tracksuits to girls tracksuit designs, there’s no shortage of trendy options to keep your kids looking fashionable this Christmas. Let’s explore the latest trends in kids tracksuits for Christmas 2024 and how to choose the best one for your child.

Why Choose Kids Tracksuits for Christmas 2024?

Ultimate Comfort for the Holiday Season

Christmas often involves lots of activities, whether it's running around with family, playing with new toys, or lounging at home. Comfort is key during this busy season, and kids tracksuits are made for just that. Whether it’s a boys tracksuits or a girls tracksuit, these outfits provide the freedom to move, stretch, and play comfortably throughout the day.

The soft fabrics used in kids tracksuits, such as cotton, fleece, or jersey, ensure that your child stays warm and snug without feeling restricted. Perfect for the unpredictable weather of the holiday season, tracksuits are easy to throw on and get out the door without fuss.

Practical and Versatile

When it comes to kids’ fashion, practicality matters. Kids tracksuits are perfect for busy holiday days that might involve a mix of indoor play, family outings, and even light outdoor activities. A well-fitted boys tracksuits or girls tracksuit can be dressed up with accessories for more formal events or paired with cosy sneakers for a casual day.

In addition to their versatility, kids tracksuits are easy to maintain. Most are machine washable, so you don’t have to worry about stains or spills ruining the outfit. For parents, this makes tracksuits an excellent choice for busy Christmas mornings or impromptu family gatherings.

Top Kids Tracksuit Trends for Christmas 2024

Festive Colours and Patterns

The Christmas season is all about colours and fun patterns, and this year’s kids tracksuits are no exception. For 2024, expect to see festive colours like deep reds, greens, and golds, as well as bold and playful prints. Boys tracksuits may feature traditional patterns like plaid or camo, while girls tracksuit designs are incorporating cheerful motifs like snowflakes, reindeer, and Christmas trees.

For a more subtle Christmas look, choose kids tracksuits in elegant neutral tones, such as black, grey, or white, with subtle festive accents. These classic colours can be easily paired with fun accessories, such as scarves, hats, or gloves, to bring out the holiday spirit.

Eco-Friendly Materials

As sustainability becomes a more important factor in fashion, many brands are incorporating eco-friendly fabrics into their designs. Kids tracksuits made from organic cotton, recycled polyester, or sustainable blends are becoming popular choices for 2024. Not only do these fabrics feel soft against your child’s skin, but they’re also better for the environment.

Eco-conscious parents can feel good about choosing boys tracksuits or girls tracksuit made from sustainable materials, knowing that they are making an eco-friendly choice without compromising on style or comfort.

Sporty and Streetwear-Inspired Styles

For a more trendy look, boys tracksuits in streetwear-inspired styles are a major trend in 2024. Think bold logos, graphic prints, and sporty stripes, making the outfit stand out while remaining comfortable for all-day wear. These kids tracksuits look great when paired with high-top sneakers or sporty accessories, creating an effortlessly cool look.

Meanwhile, girls tracksuit styles are also embracing sporty influences, with tracksuits featuring metallic accents, oversized hoods, and tapered legs for a sleek, stylish fit. These fashion-forward tracksuits can be styled with matching jackets or sweatshirts, creating a chic yet laid-back outfit for your little one.

Luxury Fabrics for a Touch of Glamour

Who says kids’ fashion can’t be glamorous? For a festive twist, kids tracksuits this Christmas are incorporating luxurious fabrics like velvet, satin, and faux fur. These fabrics not only add a touch of glamour to your child’s Christmas outfit, but they also provide extra warmth for chilly winter days.

A velvet boys tracksuits in a rich deep blue or red is perfect for a family dinner or holiday event, while a satin girls tracksuit in pink or gold gives your little one a stylish yet comfortable look. These tracksuits can be paired with cute accessories, like a sparkling headband or shiny boots, for a full festive effect.

How to Style Kids Tracksuits for Christmas 2024

For Cozy Christmas Mornings

Christmas mornings are all about comfort, and a soft, cosy girls tracksuit or boys tracksuits is perfect for lounging around the house. Choose a relaxed, oversized design in a soft fabric like fleece for the ultimate comfort. These kids tracksuits are ideal for unwrapping gifts and enjoying breakfast together. Pair them with fluffy slippers or socks to keep little feet warm.

For a festive touch, look for kids tracksuits with subtle Christmas-themed embroidery or prints. Your child will feel the holiday spirit without sacrificing comfort.

Dress Up for Holiday Outings

While kids tracksuits are great for casual wear, they can also be dressed up for special holiday events. Opt for a stylish girls tracksuit in velvet or satin, paired with sparkly shoes or a cute hat for a more formal look.

For a sophisticated twist, choose a monochromatic boys tracksuits in a neutral colour, like black or grey. You can add a little sparkle with a metallic jacket or a colourful scarf, making your child look sharp without feeling uncomfortable.

Sporty Christmas Fun

For the active kids, a sporty boys tracksuits is the way to go. These tracksuits often feature fun details like stripes, logos, and colour-block designs that scream holiday cheer. Perfect for Christmas activities like playing with new outdoor toys, these kids tracksuits offer the comfort and flexibility needed for active play.

Pair with comfortable sneakers or sports shoes, and your child will be ready for an afternoon of fun and games without missing a beat.

Conclusion

When it comes to holiday fashion for kids, kids tracksuits are the perfect combination of comfort, style, and practicality. From boys tracksuits to girls tracksuit styles, there are endless options to choose from to make your child feel festive and fashionable this Christmas. With playful prints, eco-friendly fabrics, and sporty designs, kids tracksuits are the ultimate choice for the busy holiday season. Whether lounging at home, playing outdoors, or attending a family event, these stylish outfits will keep your little one comfortable, cosy, and on trend.

This Christmas, don’t miss out on the opportunity to dress your child in a kids tracksuits that reflects their personality while also providing all the warmth and comfort they need for a magical holiday season!

[kidstoysonlineusa]

Wholesale Christmas Hoodie Scarf Hat Trends for the Holiday Season

The Wholesale Christmas Hoodie Scarf Hat is one of the best ways to usher in the holiday season by infusing your winter wardrobe with unique, practical, and cheerful accessories. It has swept the holiday market, bringing warmth, functionality, and festive flair together into one irresistible package. It is a must-have winter accessory for spreading holiday cheer when shopping for personal use, planning holiday events, or managing a retail store.

We will talk about trending designs, why one should buy the Christmas hoodie scarf hat in bulk, and creative ways of using them to make this season extra cozy and magical.

Why Choose Christmas Hoodie Scarf Hats?

The All-in-One Winter Essential

Winter is one of the seasons that is full of problems. Getting warm and fashionable is a juggling act. This Christmas hoodie scarf hat is the answer to this all-in-one product. It's an all-in-one head, neck, and ear protector from coldness and a great way to add festivity to your outfit.

Perfect for All Ages

From toddlers to grandparents, these cozy accessories appeal to everyone. The playful designs make them especially popular among children, while the warmth and practicality ensure adults love them, too.

A Festive Statement Piece

The holidays are about embracing joy, and these hats do just that. Adorned with fun patterns, vibrant colors, and holiday-themed embellishments, they're a wearable celebration of the season.

Trending Designs in Wholesale Christmas Hoodie Scarf Hats

The beauty of the wholesale Christmas hoodie scarf hat lies in its variety. With so many designs, there's something to fit every style and preference.

1) Classic Christmas Characters

- Santa Claus: Iconic red and white designs with fluffy trims and pom-poms never go out of style.

- Reindeer: Antlered designs with playful noses and holiday accents are great.

- Snowman: Frosty hats with a carrot nose and button accents evoke magic at your feet.

2) Minimalist Winter Elegance

The understated types will be able to appreciate simple hat patterns such as snowflakes, plaid, or muted holiday colors that speak to timeless charm.

3) Animal-Inspired Fun

Polar bears, penguins, or owls! Animal-inspired hats can add an adorable twist to any winter outfit.

4) Personalized Options

Some manufacturers now allow customization for bulk Christmas hoodie scarf hat orders. Adding a logo, name, or custom pattern makes these hats ideal for corporate gifts or special events.

Why Buy Wholesale Christmas Hoodie Scarf Hats?

If you're looking to stock up for the holidays, buying in bulk is the way to go. Let's explain why purchasing wholesale Christmas hoodie scarf hat products is a smart investment.

1) Cost-Effective: Buying in bulk saves so much money. The unit price goes down, thus stretching your budget and allowing you to get more with less. This is very advantageous for retailers and event organizers.

2) Ready for the Holiday Rush: The holidays are always a busy season. Buying in bulk ensures you are fully stocked and ready for the festive shoppers.

3) Ideal for Large Events: Whether it is a school play, corporate party, or community event, buying bulk Christmas hoodie scarves and hats makes it easy to get festive accessories out to groups of people.

4) Versatile Uses: These hats aren't just for retail use; they can be the perfect promotional items, gift ideas, or even for fundraising purposes.

Creative Ways to Use Bulk Christmas Hoodie Scarf Hats

These versatile accessories go beyond personal use. Here's how to further them up this holiday season:

1) Retail Displays: For those who own a store, a colorful holiday display with wholesale Christmas hoodie scarf hats can attract customers. Make them combine with other pieces of winter gear for aesthetic appeal.

2) Holiday Events and Giveaways: Christmas party or winter fair? These hats make great party favors or prizes. Their festive designs are sure to make an impression.

3) Fundraising Campaigns: Looking for creative ways to raise funds during the holidays? Selling themed hats at school events, charity drives, or community centers is an easy and effective way to generate donations.

4) Corporate Gifting: Give a gift to employees or clients; personalized Christmas hoodie scarf hats are the perfect fun yet practical gesture for the season.

5) DIY Crafting Events: Have a crafting session for decorating hats with sequins, glitter, or holiday patches. It's so fun and family-friendly while bonding people together.

Choosing the Best Wholesale Supplier

Not all wholesalers are alike. To get the best wholesale Christmas hoodie scarf hat products, look at the following factors:

1) Quality of Materials: Find hats with soft, strong materials, such as fleece, wool blends, or knit material. Good quality construction makes the product last long and feels good.

2) Design Variety: A good supplier should offer a variety of designs, from classic Christmas characters to more subtle winter patterns. This way, you can cater to diverse customer preferences.

3) Customization Options: If you are buying in bulk, check if the supplier offers customization. Adding your logo or unique designs can make your order stand out.

4) Competitive Pricing: Compare prices among different wholesalers to get the best value. Remember, the cheapest is not always the best deal; sometimes, quality and service are more important.

5) Reliable Shipping and Support: Shipping needs to arrive on time for the holidays. Look for a supplier with a history of shipping and customer support promptly.

For a reliable supplier, try Luna Bella. We offer good quality products and nice services that suit your holiday requirements.

Caring for Christmas Hoodie Scarf Hats

To ensure that these festive accessories remain in great condition, follow the following simple care tips:

Washing Instructions: Most hoodie scarf hats are hand-washable or machine-washed using a gentle cycle. Mild detergent and cold water are the safest options to avoid damage.

Drying Tips: Avoid the dryer because excessive heat can cause shrinkage or warping of the fabric. Let them lie flat on a clean towel and air dry.

Storage Solutions: Keep the hats in a cool, dry place when not in use. Store them in airtight containers to prevent dust and moisture.

Wrap Up the Holidays with Wholesale Christmas Hoodie Scarf Hats

There is no doubt that wholesale Christmas hoodie scarf hat products are a hit during the holiday season. Whether you are a retailer looking to boost sales, an event planner spreading festive cheer, or someone who loves cozy, fun accessories, these hats tick all the boxes.

Ready to stock up? Look no further than Luna Bella for your high-quality wholesale hats; whether you want a classic, simple design or a unique custom option, everything to help make this holiday season unforgettable is in store.

Wait no longer. Share the warmth, joy, and a little winter wonderland magic in these must-have winter accessories!

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How to Decorate Your Home for Christmas on a Budget

The very idea of Christmas kindles sentiments of joy and happiness. It is time to start planning and conjuring wonderful ideas to decorate for Christmas. Colorful Christmas decorations instantly come to mind as you prepare to create an aura of festivity. The best news is that affordable Christmas décor can be done by employing creative DIY Christmas ideas.

Christmas time can be stressful as it is packed with activity. You need to prepare for family visitors, plan parties, and complete Christmas shopping in time. Overspending will only add to your stress. You can even use old items from your backyard to create a beautiful space instantly.

Now, you do not need to cross your financial margins to create a gorgeous and inviting Christmas home. The most obvious way to create that festive air is by adding a Christmas tree to your home. It can be big or small and can be created with silver, gold, paper, or just a small rosemary plant. Gorgeous Christmas ornaments can be made by hand such as star ornaments made from Popsicle sticks or paper to be placed on Christmas trees.

Comfortable plaid throws, galvanized metal house lanterns, a red and green wreath, festive ornaments, and a beautifully flocked Christmas tree come to mind instantly when you think of pristine home decor for Christmas with an interesting rustic farmhouse twist.

There are multiple inspiring ways to decorate for Christmas on a budget. These include;

Create your decorations such as garlands, and wreaths out of affordable materials such as cardboard, paper, or felt. Make an attractive yet cost-effective Christmas tree out of an old pallet. Instead of buying an expensive traditional tree from the market, decorate it with free greenery from your backyard, or make a wreath or colorful tassels. You do not have to spend exorbitantly to create a picture-perfect Christmas tree that your family and friends will admire. Make use of a glass vase and mini Santa hat to craft an endearing DIY Christmas topiary. This will add a festive touch to your table.

For budget-friendly Christmas tree decorations, you can even hang stockings filled with dry flowers on your tree decorate it with colorful paper napkins and faux snow, or hang artistic paper Mache fun hats and flowers. Make garlands with bells, pine cones with greenery, and snowflakes, and hang on your mantel. You can also match your stockings to the colors of your mantel.

Choose a special festive theme to make Christmas decorating more innovative and eye-catching. Add cozy blankets and holiday pillows with pops of gold, green, red, or any other fun colors to add warmth. Craft a Christmas-themed pillow to highlight the décor.

Light decorative candlesticks in different colors add a striking and elegant aura for Christmas. By creating this cozy oasis in your home, you can create a peaceful haven where you can unwind and relax from holiday chaos. Christmas lighting is very effective as candles or string of lights can truly turn your place into an enchanting wonderland at night.

Light a few pine-scented candles and decorate your front door to add a festive touch to your home. Scented candles in traditional glass jars give out a heady aroma and make the entire space feel cozier and more tranquil.

You can opt for rustic farmhouse accessories such as vintage skates or, a red wagon, or old-fashioned wooden skis. Paint natural pine cones in vivid colors and hang them on your tree.

Another easy and inexpensive way to create a beautiful tree is to create attractive bows using paper or fabric for your tree. It’s a great way to save money and add a personal touch with branches, clippings, holly berries, evergreens, pine cones, etc. You can even intersperse some deer figurines or other decorative figurines such as miniature fairies to decorate your tree.

Place attractively wrapped Christmas gifts under the tree. Add some colorful ribbon, some ornaments, and some chalkboard gift tags to create lovely yet affordable decor for your tree.

By placing some Christmas vignettes in your home on buffets, dressers, media stands, and coffee tables, you can create a festive and jovial aura for Christmas. Another easy and budget-friendly way to decorate for Christmas is to fill up a bowl or vase with ornaments or pinecones. You can even hang them on a simple branch. To make your place look festive you can brighten your home easily by using a string of lights and command hooks to create a Christmas tree. Also, decorate it with a bright candy cane mesh wreath.

It is not important to spend more money and buy expensive and designer artifacts to decorate your house for Christmas. You can create a lovely festive aura with some Christmas Flower, such as Candle centerpieces with beans in a glass jar, or pom-pom Christmas garland, or asymmetrically hang your garlands to get an aesthetic and eye-catching effect.

Creativity is extremely valuable as you can put into practice DIY Christmas ideas to decorate for Christmas. True and fun-filled celebrations can happen if you know how to decorate for Christmas on a budget by using budget-friendly Christmas tree decorations. These easy yet artistic and affordable Christmas decorations will transform your home into a charming wonderland without incurring any additional cost.

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Fun and Festive Dog Xmas Sweaters to Make Your Pup Stand Out This Christmas

The holiday season is the perfect time to celebrate with friends, family, and our furry companions! If you're looking to make your dog a part of the festivities, why not dress them up in a cozy, adorable dog Xmas sweater? From playful patterns to classic holiday designs, a Christmas sweater for your dog can bring smiles, keep them warm, and make for fantastic photos. In this guide, we’ll explore the best puppy Christmas sweaters and dog holiday sweaters to help your pup stand out and spread holiday cheer! Aside from the adorable factor, dog Christmas sweaters have some practical benefits. Smaller dogs and puppies often need a little extra warmth during colder months, especially if they have shorter coats. Plus, many dogs love being included in holiday traditions, and wearing a sweater is a great way to bring them into the spirit. Whether you’re planning family photos, a holiday gathering, or just want to see your pup looking festive, a dog Xmas sweater is a fun and functional choice.

Choosing the Right Christmas Sweater for Your Dog

When selecting a dog Xmas sweater or holiday sweater for a larger dog, it’s essential to keep comfort, warmth, and fit in mind. Here’s what to consider:

Material: Look for soft, breathable materials like cotton, fleece, or wool blends. These fabrics are gentle on your dog’s skin and provide warmth without overheating.

Sizing: Proper sizing is key to ensuring your dog feels comfortable. Most brands provide sizing charts; measure your dog’s chest, neck, and length to find the best fit.

Design & Comfort: Choose designs that won’t interfere with your dog’s movement or cause discomfort. Avoid sweaters with small, loose parts that your pup might chew on.

Easy to Put On and Take Off: Look for sweaters with wide necks or Velcro closures to make dressing easy, especially for dogs who may not be used to wearing clothes.

Top Picks for Fun and Festive Dog Xmas Sweaters

Now, let’s look at some of the top dog Xmas sweater styles that will make your furry friend the star of any holiday celebration!For a traditional holiday look, a reindeer-themed dog Xmas sweater is a classic choice. These sweaters often feature a reindeer face or pattern, usually with red and green accents. Not only is this style festive, but it also pairs perfectly with family Christmas sweaters for a cohesive holiday look!Dress your dog as Santa’s little helper with a Santa Claus-themed puppy Christmas sweater. These sweaters often include red and white colors with a little belt design to complete the Santa look. Perfect for holiday parties and photos, this style is sure to get lots of attention.For a subtler but still festive option, a snowflake-patterned dog holiday sweater is a great choice. The snowflake design works well for the entire winter season, and it’s a tasteful option if you’re looking for a sweater that isn’t specific to Christmas. Available in a variety of colors, this style keeps your dog cozy and chic.If you want your pup to truly stand out, go for a light-up dog Xmas sweater!Many holiday sweaters for dogs come with tiny LED lights that add sparkle and festivity. Just be sure to choose a high-quality sweater with securely placed lights to keep your pup safe.The "ugly Christmas sweater" trend isn’t just for humans! Ugly dog Xmas sweaters feature wild patterns, humorous designs, and bold colors that are fun and festive. These sweaters often come with 3D elements like pom-poms or bells, making them ideal for holiday gatherings where your pup can steal the show.For extra warmth and added cuteness, a hooded puppy Christmas sweater with a holiday theme is a great option. Whether it’s a hoodie with little antlers, a Santa hat, or pom-poms, these hooded sweaters add an extra layer of warmth and a lot of charm. Just make sure your dog is comfortable with the hood!Looking for something unique? A personalized dog Xmas sweater featuring your pet’s name or a festive message is a special way to make their outfit one-of-a-kind. Personalized sweaters also make great gifts for fellow dog parents.

Styling Tips: How to Get the Best Look with Your Dog’s Christmas Sweater

Dressing up your dog for the holidays can be a lot of fun, especially when you coordinate their look with the rest of the family. Here are some styling tips for making the most of your dog’s holiday sweater:

Coordinate Colors: If your family wears red and green for Christmas photos, choose a sweater for your dog that matches the color scheme for a cohesive look.

Add Festive Accessories: To complete the look, add a holiday-themed bandana, reindeer antlers, or a Santa hat (if your dog is comfortable with it).

Pair with Holiday-Themed Leash or Collar: A red or green leash and collar set can tie the entire look together and add another festive touch.

Where to Find the Best Dog Holiday Sweaters

If you’re ready to find the perfect sweater for your pup, here are some popular places to shop: Major pet stores like Petco, PetSmart, and Chewy often carry seasonal selections of dog holiday sweaters in various styles and sizes.Amazon and Etsy offer an extensive range of dog Christmas sweaters, from basic styles to custom designs. You’ll also find matching options if you want to coordinate with your pup.Some holiday-focused stores, both online and in-person, stock unique pet apparel during the holiday season, making it easy to find something special for your dog.Don’t forget to check out local pet boutiques, which often carry high-quality, unique dog holiday sweaters that you won’t find anywhere else.

Tips for Introducing Your Dog to Their Christmas Sweater

Not all dogs are used to wearing clothing, so introducing them to a Christmas sweater should be done with patience. Here are some tips to make the process easier:

Start Slowly: Let your dog sniff and explore the sweater before trying to put it on them.

Reward with Treats: Use treats and praise to encourage your dog to stay calm as you dress them in the sweater.

Keep Sessions Short: If your dog seems unsure, start with short periods of wear and gradually increase the time.

Ensure a Comfortable Fit: Make sure the sweater fits well and doesn’t restrict your dog’s movement or breathing.

Conclusion

Whether you’re dressing up a playful puppy or a loyal adult dog, a puppy Christmas sweater or dog Xmas sweater is a wonderful way to share the joy of the holiday season with your furry friend. Not only do these sweaters bring warmth and comfort, but they also make for adorable photos and create memories you’ll cherish. With options ranging from classic reindeer designs to bold, light-up styles, there’s a festive dog holiday sweater for every personality. Dress your pup in style this holiday season and let them join in the holiday fun with a sweater that suits their unique character. After all, the holiday season is all about spreading cheer, and what better way to do so than with a joyful, festive dog by your side? This blog offers a mix of informative and fun content, integrating the keywords naturally for SEO. Let me know if there’s any other element you’d like to add!

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First Snow

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova /The Darkling x Tidemaker!Reader

Summary: Snow finally falls and you want to enjoy the freezing temperatures at night in peace.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.3k

Authors' Note: Yes, I wrote this because it finally snowed where I live and I really missed it. This is completely plotless and pointless, I won't lie. This is also not edited and English isn't my native language.

You've lost the feeling in your nose, ears, hands and feet twenty minutes ago, but you can't bring yourself to go back inside as you stare up into the sky, snow landing on your face and settling on top of your lashes.

The wish to lay down in the thick, undisturbed layer of snow in front of you is strong but you still remember the last time Aleksander found you buried under a few centimetres of snow, his face red from anger and the freezing temperatures.

"Do you want to freeze to death?" he had asked, voice sharp as a knife as he grabbed you by the collar, quickly pulling you up to your feet before removing the snowflakes sticking to your cloak, scarf and fur hat with quick, light slaps against the fabric and fur.

He has never been able to understand your love for freezing temperatures, for ice and snow, thick cloaks and hot teas, so you decide every year to sneak out during the coldest winter nights, leaving him, comfortable in his ignorance, alone as he works the night away.

You usually make it back inside before he notices your absence, the exceptions being few and far in between, so you don't think he knows just how often you leave him during the night to enjoy the winter in peace.

Of course you wish you could spend the nights with him, surrounded by shadows and frost, but he has simply never been the type to truly get it.

In all honesty, you don't fully get it either. Why snow and ice are what has you in such a trance while almost every other Tidemaker you know feels the happiest around lakes, rivers or the ocean. Closeness to the element you control brings ease to Etheralki, at least most of the time. It's like having a weapon close by that you'd be able to wield blindly if required. Why your favourite weapon is tied to a season is a mystery, however.

Humming quietly you rub your gloved hands together before lifting them up to your lips and blowing hot hair into them, trying to get some feeling back. The metal bench you're sitting on is still ice cold and refuses to truly warm up, instead sucking the heat out of your thighs, but it's also the only place where you can sit, and it's still too early to go back inside. The first heavy snowfall of the season deserves to be appreciated.

Thick clouds are sitting in the sky, covering the stars and blocking the light of the moon, drowning the surroundings of the Little Palace in darkness, the only light source being the small lantern you carried outside with you, housing a big, white candle, proudly burning with all it's might inside of the protective metal and glass box.

It's peaceful, so peaceful in fact that you don't even notice it when somebody approaches, stuck too deep in your own thoughts to realise what's going on until the person sits down next to you and holds a steaming cup under your face. Your head whips to the side, hands moving together in case you have to defend yourself, when you finally recognize the huge black fur coat next to you.

"Sasha" you huff, fingers wrapping around the hot cup, the warmth stinging as feeling returns slowly to your hands.

"I woke up because I got cold" he confesses, a small, bashful smile visible on his lips. "And you weren't next to me, so I looked out the window to see if I could find you out here."

You're sitting on the bench closest to your shared quarters, directly visible from the windows. As cheesy and stupid as it might sound, the closeness to Aleksander brings you a similar feeling of safety and peace as the snow. Staying too far away from him, especially when you're both vulnerable, easy targets – him being asleep and you being stuck daydreaming – is almost uncomfortable.

Taking a small sip from the tea he has brought you sigh softly, leaning your head against his shoulder. The dark fur of his coat tickles a bit against your skin as you respond.

"I'm sorry, Sasha. I just wanted to get outside and enjoy the fresh snow. I completely forgot that you could wake up."

Aleksanders sleep has always been notoriously light, waking up at the slightest of sounds, change of lighting or shift in temperature. All things considered it is quite a miracle that you got to spend those previous thirty minutes undisturbed. Usually you choose to sneak out while he isn't in the palace or while he's working the night away in the war room, but tonight you simply couldn't help yourself.

He shakes his head, lifting his own cup to his lips to drink a few sips before he speaks. "Don't worry about it, milaya. I should've expected this. You've spent the whole day staring at the falling snow outside. I just assumed you wouldn't dare to leave while I slept next to you. You usually only disappear when I work."

There's a thick layer of amusement audible in his voice and it warms your heart better than any cloak or fur ever could.

"So you knew?" you ask surprised, lifting your head from his shoulder to look at him. "But you always get so mad when you catch me. I don't understand-"

"Let an old man have his fun, milaya." Aleksander cuts you off, hand moving to your shoulder to press you back against him. "Of course I notice it when you sneak out. And I come and get you when you stay out for too long. It's cute that you thought I wouldn't notice it, though. Especially considering that I always have a Heartrender around to stand guard."

You groan loudly, taking another long sip of the tea before burying your face in the Darklings thick fur coat again. It smells nice, like rosemary and burning wood, with an underlying note of something sweet. Aleksanders own smell that you've never been able to fully identify.

"So Maksim betrayed me." you murmur into the coat, taking another deep breath to take in more of the smell. Sweet berry jam, maybe?

He laughs loudly, his body shaking with the sound as he leans his head against yours. "Betrayed? He is doing his job, don't be too hard on him."

His hand rubs your back carefully and you can hear him taking a big sip from his own tea.

You sit like this for a few minutes, occasionally taking a sip from your teas, enjoying the darkness and snow. When your cup is empty you place it on the ground in front of you before you stand up to quickly sit down on his lap, hands moving inside his coat to lay flat against his back, soaking in the warmth his body gives off.

Pressing yourself tightly against him he moves to rest his chin on your head as a laugh rumbles through his body. "Are you getting cold, milaya?" he purrs, placing his own cup next to you on the bench to free his hands and hug you freely.

"I just want to be closer to you for a bit." you answer softly. His thighs are so much warmer than the cold bench, his whole body radiating heat like a fire.

"You could be even closer to me if we went back inside." Aleksander whispers back.

"I don't want to go back inside yet. The Squallers are gonna remove the snow in the morning. I want to enjoy this as long as I can."

"Maybe, but we will freeze to death together."

"We will freeze to death by then."

You giggle quietly.