#mistle's drabble

[mist1e]

SICK

𝓜𝓪𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓸 & 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

Mahito doesn’t do kindness. But when he finds you sick and helpless, he decides to make an exception — in his own twisted way.

☙ 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓐𝓞3 ❧ ☙ 1900 words ❧

The troubled slumber crawled into your mind on its sticky paws, lulled you to sleep, and then jerked you awake with a treacherous poke, preventing you from truly resting. You sank deeper into the black cosmos of nothingness, only to surface again, like a buoy bobbing up and down at the whim of restless waves.

Somewhere in the depths of the flat, the front door slammed.

You opened your fever-red eyes and sat up in bed, listening intently. You heard the sound of a shoe flying off to the side, followed by a second one, which smacked against the half-closed wardrobe door.

Ah. Of course. It was him.

Mahito.

“Oh, I'm going to cheer you up real good!” A childishly joyful voice shattered the dusty silence of the slumbering flat, cutting through its stiff air. “I thought the hardest part would be twisting the shapes, but it turns out that inflating them is an enterprise of its own!”

His voice, sparkling with mirth, flowed like a brook, drawing closer and closer to your bedroom. Soon, Mahito's head appeared in the doorway. An impatient smile played on his slightly pinched lips, the kind of smile that barely contained laughter. His mismatched eyes twinkled with mischief as he tilted his head to the side, a stray strand of ash-blue hair falling over his face.

Eagerly, he stepped into the room. His tall, slender figure made your bedroom seem tiny.

“Ta-dam!” Mahito exclaimed, pulling the object of his pride from behind his back.

In his hands, he held something that resembled a poorly twisted balloon dog. Squinting your watery eyes, you took a closer look. The ‘dog’ silently gasped for air, its empty eye sockets staring blankly into space. It fidgeted incessantly, as if trying to untie the tight knots Mahito had made. The sight was both mesmerising and utterly grotesque.

“I burst nearly twenty of them before I could reshape a human right enough to inflate it,” Mahito said, his voice tinged with unmistakable pride.

He looked at you expectantly, waiting for your praise. You had known Mahito for a long time, but the contrast between his murderous cruelty and his childlike directness never ceased to amaze you.

“It looks... Interesting.”

Your throat felt as if it had been scraped with sandpaper, and you broke into a fit of dry coughing. With your back hunched, you arched forward, a hand pressed to your chest as if trying to soothe the pain tearing through your lungs.

The smile slid off Mahito's face. Displeased that his trick had failed to make the proper impression, he irritably tossed the mutilated, reshaped human-dog into the corner of the room, where it squeaked pitifully.

“What’s the matter with you?” he muttered, eyeing your twisted, shuddering figure. Mahito folded his arms across his chest. Once your coughing subsided, he added, “It’s noon already. Why are you still in bed?”

“I’m sick.”

Mahito raised one eyebrow in surprise, tilting his head curiously to the side, studying you like an odd specimen.

“Is that so? Interesting. And why would you be sick?”

Despite your miserable condition — the chills racking your body and the pain pounding in your temples — you forced out a smile at his innocent question. You looked up at him, meeting his scrutinising gaze.

“When it happens, there’s nothing you can do, Mahito. You just... get sick,” you began to explain patiently, trying not to speak too much so as not to irritate your sore throat further. “All you can do is take some pills and wait for it to go away.”

“For what to go away?”

You suddenly felt incredibly embarrassed by your weakness, by your stuffy bedroom, your unkempt hair, and the pathetic sight you made. You lowered your eyes again. The last thing you wanted was to let Mahito in on the details and become the object of his ridicule, but you knew he wouldn’t leave you alone otherwise.

“When you’re sick, you feel incredibly weak. Every bone in your body aches as if you’re being stretched on a rack. Your throat hurts, your eyes water as if they’re filled with sand. Your head swells from the inside out, a dull pain throbbing in your temples. The simplest actions you’ve always taken for granted become a struggle. You can’t do anything; you’re completely useless. You’re trapped in a sick body that’s rebelled against you and taken away your control.”

Every word slashed painfully into your mind, lashing you like a red-hot whip, making you feel more and more wretched in your own eyes. You always felt lonely and abandoned, when you were sick. The vile feebleness of it all drenched your soul in sorrow and self-pity. Your fever-stricken brain plunged you into a state of hopeless longing that made your shoulders slump, and your throat tighten with a sense of powerlessness. You fell silent, staring at the patterns on the blanket, waiting to hear the ringing of Mahito’s mocking laughter.

Instead, you heard soft footsteps, followed by the creak of the mattress.

“You’d better stay away, I don’t want to get you sick,” you said uncertainly, instinctively backing away from Mahito as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“Oh, please. What do you take me for? Your human nonsense doesn’t affect me. Now, scoot over.”

You hesitantly moved to the side with an effort, making room for Mahito. He climbed onto the bed and sat down, his back resting against the soft headboard, still warm from the heat of your body. With a deft movement, he pulled you to him, his long fingers wrapping around your trembling shoulder. You tensed at the suddenness of his touch, icy compared to your feverish skin. You flinched, then melted against his chest with a sigh.

Silence stretched between you two, growing more and more comfortable with each passing moment. The room around you seemed to recover from Mahito’s sudden intrusion and slipped back into its oblivious slumber. It was so quiet that you could almost hear the rustle of dust motes swirling in the sunlight filtering through the curtains. The measured rise and fall of Mahito’s chest slowed your heartbeat, making it match his deep, steady breathing.

You wanted to ask, wanted to know, wanted to understand. Your lips parted, but no sound came out. More than anything, you were afraid of ruining this fragile, elusive moment.

Mahito broke the stillness, as if he had read your mind, sensing your distress.

“When I transfigure a human being, they go through immense agony,” his quiet, purring voice crept through the silence. “But one thing is constant. I stay with them until the very end. Our souls touch for a moment, and I feel the echo of their harrowed being. The anger, the hatred, and the fear that spawned me return to me like a falling raindrop that dissolves on the surface of a bottomless lake. This is the price of my Cursed Technique.”

Mahito fell silent, seemingly lost in thought. His fingers brushed over your shoulder, mindlessly tracing invisible patterns. Suddenly, he turned his head and pressed his lips to your forehead, inhaling your scent deeply. His lips lingered, leaving an icy seal on your inflamed skin. You froze, eyes wide, afraid to breathe as Mahito revelled in this moment of unexpected intimacy.

His distinctive scent — ozone with a medicinal edge, layered with burnt sugar and sweet amber — tickled your nose, filling you with his presence as if he were seeping into your very being. A torrent of conflicting emotions raged in your chest, momentarily eclipsing your pain. You hadn’t realised how much you needed this small act of tenderness, how famished you’d been for even the faintest hint of affection. The sudden awareness hit you like a deafening explosion. The seconds stretched on unbearably, and when your lungs began to burn from lack of air, Mahito broke the kiss and pulled back to look into your eyes. His gaze was calm and soft, but something lurked behind the warmth of his stare — something you couldn’t quite name.

“You know I will kill you in the end, don’t you, little one?” he whispered.

His whisper coiled around your heart, filling it with a weird sense of trepidation. His hand touched your cheek, brushing aside a stray strand of hair. Gentle fingers slid over your face, stroking, caressing, as if he wanted to imprint every contour and curve into his memory.

“That’s why I can tell you,” he continued. “My birth was unpleasant and painful. Hate flowed through my veins, rage roiled in my chest, disgust twisted my muscles into knots. Now I bestow this feeling on the humans I transfigure, and they give it back to me again. The circle is complete — Ouroboros sinking its teeth into its own tail.”

His fingers moved lower, and his graceful hand rested on the centre of your chest, right over your fluttering heart. You continued to stare at him, unable to utter a word, completely enchanted by his hypnotising voice and the tenderness of his touch.

“Weakness, helplessness, powerlessness — I felt it too when the void spewed me into this world. That feeling still flares in my chest when I reshape human souls.” Mahito’s lips stretched into a smile that was at once affectionate and ominous. “Someday, little one, when your time comes, we’ll share it, and the drop of your soul will return home. But not today.”

Mahito closed his eyes, and you felt the space around you crackle with the energy filling it.

“Mui Tenpen.”

The words of his Cursed Technique escaped his lips, and in the same instant, your body arched up, torn by the unstoppable streams of energy bubbling through your veins like molten metal. A shriek froze in your throat, and your eyes rolled back. You thought you were about to be torn to pieces, and only Mahito’s firm, yet gentle embrace held you together. The air around you quivered, throbbed, and buzzed like a swarm of angry wasps.

It ended as abruptly as it had begun. The buzzing reached its peak and then collapsed into silence. With a swift tidal wave, the Cursed Energy drained from your body. White spots still danced before your eyes as you struggled to focus your gaze on Mahito. He slowly opened his eyes, observing you with a content smile. Your skin hummed with the ghost of his Cursed Energy, a faint echo of his power that shot through you. His hand remained on your chest, spreading warmth where it rested — a lingering connection, a shared secret. The weakness and malaise were gone. The searing pain clawing at your windpipe had dissolved. You involuntarily put a hand to your chest, where a lump of sticky heaviness had vanished.

You were perfectly healthy.

“Mahito... You…”

“Yes, yes,” he waved it away impatiently. His seriousness vanished without a trace, replaced by the usual carefree and childish grin. “Don’t get all mushy. And don’t take this as some sort of kindness. I just need a playmate.” His smile tightened briefly, and his eyes flashed to the side before returning back to you.

He moved away, putting distance between you, but there was a sense of reluctance in his hand, that lingered on your shoulder for a fraction of a second longer than necessary.

Or did you imagine it?

“Get out of bed and get dressed. I need you to help me figure out how to twist a rabbit.”

[loulou-land]

Info Post/Masterlist of Works

*Previously carpe-vinum-bitches

Hi! I’m Lory. 30yrs old and a Leo. But a very shy and introverted one lol. I’m Bisexual. Half Puerto Rican half Cuban. I speak both English and Spanish. Wine & Coffee are my true loves. I have a bachelor’s degree in psychology and mental health. Tho I currently work in customer service. And I love all kinds of music.

Multifandom. Sometimes Multishipper.

My current obsessions are Lou Ferrigno Jr. bucktommy, rockon, wolfnichols & saleddie. SWAT & Brilliant Minds (911 is on time out).

Fandoms and Ships: Teen Wolf (Steter & Sterek), BKDK, JJK, TriStamp (VashWood), ZoSan, Geraskier, WinterIron, Merthur

My Fics:

Rockon (Deacon Kay/Donovan Rocker) | SWAT

For Tonight | ao3 | on here

Back Alley Fun | ao3 | on here

I Don’t See a Future With You | ao3 | on here

Way Down We Go (WIP ⚠️)

Running from the Daylight (WIP ⚠️) continuation to I Don’t See a Future fic

Bucktommy (Evan Buckley/Tommy Kinard) | 9-1-1

Mistle-Nope (But Maybe Yes) | ao3 | on here

The Best Place to Be | ao3 | on here

Don’t Leave Me (I'm Staying) | ao3 | on here

Just Like a Prayer, I'm Down on my Knees | ao3 | on here

Hold Me Closer (WIP ⚠️)

Other Fics & Rare Pairs

Guiding Hand | Eddie Diaz x Father Brian | ao3 | on here

Off Script (louliver fic - wip ⚠️)

118 Daily Drabbles

here

Incorrect Text Posts Series

here

Bucktommy Fluffebruary

here

[bastetwastaken]

Okay, so, I don’t know if this’ll be okay, but I wanna request something both based off the mistle toe prompt, and the monarch art that you asked me for last year :p So basically: let’s bring it whole circle! Here’s the link to it, jic!

https://www.tumblr.com/puzzled-art/719211400127447040/ooo-for-the-art-requests-something-seasonal-and

Much love and I hope your December will be kind to you! ❤️

Of course it's okay friend ^.^ I love this, and yay for an excuse for me to write the boys being soft and sweet and cosy <3

I hope you enjoy the little drabble, and here's the amazing art mentioned for people who don't like following links ^^

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Yami peered around the door frame slowly, spying his boyfriend sitting on the sofa, fluffy grey blanket draped over his legs, a steaming cup of coffee cupped in his hands against his chest which was covered by the bright red christmas jumper he’d been gifted ironically by one of their friends but loved anyway. 

He couldn’t help but smile at the sight as he ducked back out into the hallway, pulling the small branch he’d cut earlier that day out of his pocket. He stood on his tiptoes, stretching as far as he could and only just managing to press the tip of the taped stem to the top of the door frame. 

With a sigh he dropped back down, looking up and hoping that the tape would hold because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to manage another stretch like that without drawing attention to himself. 

The sprig of mistletoe didn’t move thankfully, it stayed put, small green leaves catching the soft lights on the christmas tree in the room beyond, white berries tinged gold by their glow. 

He peered around the door frame again, Atem hadn’t moved. 

“Tem?” He called softly, glancing up at the mistletoe again. 

“Yes, love?” Atem answered, but he didn’t move. 

“Come here for a sec?” He asked. “I need your help with something.” 

Atem never questioned him, always eager to help. He shifted and pushed the blanket off his legs, stood from the sofa, placing his mug on the table before walking over to where he was leaning against the door frame. 

“What is it?” Atem asked with a smile, moving to step past him but he reached out a hand to catch one of Atems, pulling him to a stop. 

Atem looked at him curiously but didn’t say anything, he only smiled as the hand in his moved to hold him tighter. 

“Oh, just something.” He said, stepping closer to Atem and looking up above them obviously, waiting for Atem to look too. 

He knew his boyfriend had caught his meaning when he felt himself pulled closer, a soft laugh left Atems lips.

"You know, I don't need an excuse to want to kiss you." Atem said, his voice soft and deep, fingers pressed gently against his chin and coaxed him closer.

"I know." He said with a smirk, eyes dropping to Atems lips. "But let me have this one."

"Oh, well in that case..." Atem laughed softly, glancing up at the mistletoe. "I've been caught in your trap, such a clever plot. I never saw it coming."

He grinned and slid his free hand up Atems chest.

"Mhm." He hummed happily. "So pay up, or else you'll be cursed forever."

"Well we don't want that, do we?" Atem smiled, hand sliding into his and holding him close as soft lips pressed to his. 

He sighed happily and leaned further into his boyfriend, the first kiss was followed by a few more, all of them short and sweet and so perfect he had to laugh. 

Atem moved away from him, a soft smile on his face and then quickly ducked his head and kissed him again. 

“My plan was a success.” He said triumphantly as Atem moved away again. 

“Clearly.” Atem said with a smile. 

He moved to kiss his boyfriend quickly again, unable to resist. 

“Where does all of this come from anyway?” Atem asked, looking up at the small piece of plant hanging above them. “The whole kissing under the mistletoe thing?” 

“Hmm, I’ve always been told it was an old tradition coming from Druids hundreds of years ago.” He said with a shrug. “They believed that mistletoe had magical properties, could cure the sick, provide luck and also help fertility.”

“So…they kissed under it?” Atem laughed. 

“I think they actually made potions out of it.” He laughed quietly. “The Victorians were the ones who started the whole belief of kissing under it being good luck. Apparently, anyone who refused a kiss under the mistletoe was cursed to die alone.”

“Harsh.” Atem said. “Good job I didn’t refuse you then.” 

“You talk like we both think you’re capable of refusing me.” He said with a smile, leaning closer once more, his hand tightening on Atems against his chest, his boyfriend laughed again. 

“Mhm.” Atem pressed his forehead against his with a smile. “Luckily, I find it impossible to say no to you.” 

“Oh I’m so lucky.” He said softly, moving to press another soft kiss to Atems lips, not willing to give him the satisfaction of teasing him over those words.

.........

Want a little christmassy/winter themed drabble? Find the list here ^.^ <3

[creepypasta65]

Hello! Looking back at your previous post about some pastas getting the least amount of presents, what about HC’s/drabbles of them with an S/O that would actually give them a gift? Like something they’ve been wanting for a long time, or like a handmade gift. How would they feel? Any mistle toe things?

Happy holidays!

Thanks for the request and sorry it took a long time to respond :)

Toby, EJ, Bloody Painter and Puppeteer with a s/o that gives them a gift for Christmas:

Toby:

Toby will feel so bad ripping off any wrapping paper you used for his gift.

Toby loves handmade gifts, so when you give him a handmade gift; he is ecstatic. He feels special, and says, "you made this for me?".

He's happy and appreciates it very much. Toby will kiss you so many times you lost count.

Toby will keep the gift and takes care of it.

If you gift him something he's been wanting for a long time, he will be so happy and hugs you so much.

EJ:

Jack would probably forget it was Christmas, so when you get him a gift, he is all confused and asks you why? Tell him it's Christmas, and he will remember.

He will love the gift, especially if it's any new medical tools, a surgeon book, or something you handmade.

Jack will hug you so tight and kiss you. He will be happy and loves you so much that he appreciates the gift.

Expect him to spoil you with gifts in the next few days.  

Bloody Painter:

Helen loves the gift; he appreciates anything from you.

Give him art supplies, clothes, or anything of his liking, and he will melt underneath that mask. He did get you gifts though and will hand them to you very shyly.

He loves handmade gifts so much that he will be blushing and hugs you. Helen loves handmade gifts because they're sentimental.

He will be happy and loves you so much.

Puppeteer:

Puppeteer is melting at the sight of your handmade gift and seeing you gesturing to open it. He will open it carefully and is very happy with the creation you made. He will be happy and kisses you. He will keep it somewhere safe and loves it.

He loves the gift when you give him something he always wanted.

Expect in the next few days, to see a lot of gifts wrapped with his strings. He will give you all the things you wanted.

Have a nice day and happy late holidays :)

[mochiwrites]

good crimes master post!

aka I had to remake the post because tumblr broke my first one </3

welcome to the collection of important posts to the good crimes au! the au is centered around scar/grian/mumbo and their story! scar is mayor of aqua town, grian is his body guard, and mumbo is scar's faithful hit man.

this au is created by myself and the wonderful @idioddyssey <3 (note: there is also hermitshipping/trafficshipping involved in the au, so if that isn't your cup of tea, dni). the au takes influence from hermitcraft season 6 & 7, but has a specific focus on 3rd life lore & characters from the life series in general.

warning(s) for the au: violence, criminal activity, dark themes (n)sfw content, language, guns, alcohol, etc etc.

there is a central discord server if you’d like to join! just press this for the link <3

main tag for the au: #goodcrimeswithmumscarian au

any asks about the au that do not contain lore will be tagged with #good crimes asks

goodcrimeswithmumscarian web

fics.

friend of the devil - main storyline, mumscarian focused.

arts. (side note, if you make any art, please tag both myself and @idioddyssey !!! both of us would love to see it <3)

scar's notes / notes 2 ; @idioddyssey

bang chap. two, bang chap. six , we are windswept ; by @aofikofi / off with his head chap. 2 ; by anon / half a bottle scene by @kotikaleo / gunbo @duckimate

lore things.

ethubpulse / other characters / ethubs meeting / treebark confession / ren and martyn's relationship / treebark fight / scars of other characters / ages / wither rose trio / pearl & impulse / flower husbands lore / world building of aqua town / grian and faces / ranchers / mumbo and cub / grian’s eye contacts /

drabbles ( either things I've written or things others have wrote <3 ).

grian steals scar's clothes / scar braids grian's hair / ethubs drabble ; by @end-st0ne / grumbo drabble / ethubpulse fluff / court case / ren & scar foils / skysiblings moment / pearl and the moon / mumscarian mistle toe /

master post will continue to be updated!

[itsaship-literally]

Holiday Beetlejuice Fanfics

Tis the season… Mistle-toads and Snuggle-bugs. Here is a list of wintery goodness to keep you toasty on these cold days.

FFN: link to fanfiction.net story Ao3: link to Archive of our own ⚠ : Incomplete 🎄 Christmas - 🎆 New Years 📺 Toon - 🎬 Movie - 🎭 Musical

Drabbles:

🎄📺 Oh Ho, The Mistletoe (Hung Where You Can See) by NoelleAngelFyre - Ao3

🎄📺 Beetle In The Box: A Christmas Oneshot by Beastchicky - FFN

One-Shots:

🎄 🎭 Babes It’s Cold Outside by 13CrystalDreams - Ao3

🎄📺 Babes It's Cold Outside by BD_Z - FFN - Ao3

🎄📺 Beetlejuice Christmas Special By HeartHeartHeartbeak - FFN

🎄📺 Underneath the Parasite by RubyDesires - FFN

One-Shot Series:

🎄📺 Of Beetles and Mistletoe by MakaylaBreanne - FFN

🎆 📺 New Everything by MakaylaBreanne - FFN

Multi-Chapter:

🎄📺 A Beetle-Juiced Christmas Carol BD_Z - Ao3 - ⚠

Notes: This list will be actively updated. Keep that in mind if you choose to reblog. | Recommendations are encouraged, but no guarantee that suggestions will make it to this list. Recs can be friendship or relationship so long as it’s winter holiday centric.

Note: If you write a holiday fic and want to be included. Dm me. Just in case I miss the post.

[berryvalentine]

Send me a character you’d like to meet with under the mistle toe and I’ll write a little drabble for you ♡

[dreamescapeswriting]

25 Days Of Christmas ~ Day 22 ~ JHS

WORD COUNT: 1K

PAIRING: Hoseok xGN!Reader

GENRE: Fluffy, christmas drabble, prompt, singer!reader meets business man Hoseok, first kiss

Song Suggestion for the day: run rudolph run chuck berry

Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - December 2021

Check out the masterlist HERE

Every night this week had been the same, you would walk onto the small stage inside of the hotel bar and begin to perform. Singing any and all Christmas songs that were put in as requests from the people standing around in the bar at night. 

Singing had been the one thing you wanted to do all your life but this wasn't exactly how you had pictured it. Standing on a small stage in a great outfit while you were hit on my drunken guys all around you. None of which actually knew your name or cared enough to even ask. All they wanted was a quick session while they were away on business meetings and their partners wouldn't know.

"Is he here?" Your "stage manager" asked peeking through the curtains backstage to look out into the bar. The "stage manager" was your best friend and had been your best friend since you had started working in the hotel. 

"Jimin. Stop." You whined trying to push the man back from looking but it was too late, his eyes had already landed on the man you had been eyeing up all week long. Jung Hoseok. 

You'd bumped into him after coming off the stage one night and he'd grabbed you a drink, asking you how long you had been working at the hotel and getting to know you. 

"Why? You have a crush and I want to see him," He chuckled looking at the man that was sharply dressed and anxiously looking over at the stage as he waited for you to come on and sing. 

That was the one thing that had been different around that week for you, every night he would wait for you and buy you a drink so that the two of you could talk. It wasn't even about anything specific the two of you would just talk for hours and hours until either of you realised it was getting late. 

"I do not have a crush, I'm not 12." You hissed at him as you pushed his arm away and began brushing down the outfit that you were wearing. Suddenly completely self-conscious about the way you looked, wondering if you looked good enough.

"Go," Jimin ordered before pushing you out onto the stage making you let out an awkward laugh as you stumbled a little.

The final song of the night had been "last Christmas" but in your own style. It had ended in a couple of claps but you never did expect a standing ovation from everyone that was drunk inside of the room.

"No drink?" You questioned as you walked over to Hoseok to see him standing by the door for you. 

"Not tonight, I thought we could go for a walk." He admitted with a smile, linking your arm with his as you both began to walk out of the bar and into the main lobby of the hotel.

There wasn't much to see since it was just a small hotel. Nothing but a lobby and a bar before it went to everyone's rooms. Of course, there were a couple of staff rooms but they were all behind closed doors. 

"You have a wonderful voice," Hoseok said as you both began to walk over to some seats in the lobby, sitting down beside one another on a sofa. 

"Thanks, Hobi, you don't have to say it every night." You laughed softly not wanting to hear it again. Every night he would tell you how great you were and that he couldn't believe your voice was being used in a bar. 

"But I mean it, you're the only reason I stayed this long," You frowned a little as you looked up at his face. 

Hoseok had told you that he was in town on business, that he had a business meeting something boring about admin work. He'd explained it all to you but you'd long forgotten it all by now since you didn't work in the industry. 

"That's sweet Hobi...I'm sure your partner-"

"I'm single." He told you in a hurry, almost as if he wanted you to know it as quickly as possible. You could feel your body heating up the second he reached his hand out to take yours into his grasp, running his thumb along your knuckle. 

"Hey look, mistletoe." A voice called out making you cringe. There was Jimin standing at the side of you both, holding mistletoe on the end of a stick so that it was hovering above the two of you. 

"Jimin!" You scolded as he smirked at the both of you, refusing to move as he stared down at you. Hoseok shifted uncomfortably before pecking your cheek but Jimin still refused to move. Staring at you as he waited. 

"That's a kiss you would give a grandmother, kiss them." He ordered at Hoseok as you reached out to kick Jimin in the shin, seriously beginning to rethink the best friend role that he had in your life. 

"Jimin if Hobi doesn't want to kiss-" You couldn't finish your sentence as you found your lips pressing against Hoseok's. His hands-on were on either side of your face as he held you gently, running his thumb along your cheekbone.

Just like that everything seemed to melt away around you, Jimin was no longer in the lobby and it was just you and Hoseok. Lips moved together until you felt his tongue grace along your lower lip. 

"Now that's a kiss," Jimin says with a giant smirk, instantly breaking the mood as he walked away from the two of you. 

"Do you want to go back to the bar?" You questioned, unsure of what you were supposed to do now but Hoseok shook his head, 

"I want to do that again...Only if you would like to,"

"I would love to." You answered a little quickly as he chuckled, leaning closer to you once again as you both began to kiss. Both of you knew it wasn’t going to be the first or last time that you kissed, you could feel a strong connection with one another. 

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[bigsister11]

Merry Christmas to @emotrafalgar I am your Secret Santa this year for the @opsecretsanta2019 event! :)

I hope you enjoy these little drabbles I wrote (I couldn't decide on whether I want to write Lawlu or Zolu for you, so I did both).

<3<3<3<3

Snow can also be a good thing

It's snowing, Law realized as he opened up the door of the Polar Tang and almost turned back immediately. The sky was too grey and lifeless, the air was too cold, and the snowflakes were already landing on his face, his coat, his everything, uninvitedly.  

He had to get on the Sunny to have a talk with the Strawhats about the plan, the route, the navigation, the logistics, the food, and the— his to-do list was knocked out of his head the moment he stepped on the Sunny, as he got tackled by Luffy before his second feet could even touch the deck.

"Morning Toraooo!" Luffy laughed with an open mouth as he settled on Law's chest, and petted his face with a cheerful expression. "Long time no see, where were you last night? You missed the party!"

"Get off me Strawhat-ya," Law hissed, while he tried to push the younger captain off of him, and simultaneously tried to put his hat back on his head. He failed at both.

"Make a snow angel first, everyone already did one, even your bear!" Luffy chuckled, his eyes were shining, his cheeks were flushed in the cold. "My name is Bepo!" Law faintly heard his crewmate's protest from the far end of the ship. 

"Angels don't exist, now let me get up," he said impatiently. Luffy was too close, his smile was too wide, the tip of his nose was pinkish due to the cold, and he'd made Law's heart beat way too fast. A reaction to Luffy's proximity he'd been trying to ignore for weeks now. 

"Ha ha, no way," Luffy laughed, and leaned a bit closer to grab his arms, and move them up and down next to his body to make the wings. 

"We'll arrive at a new island in a minute, you have to do it no-," Law was suddenly saved by a huge snowball, which hit the middle of Luffy's back with such a momentum that it sent him flying. 

“That is for ruining my great ‘Snow-Warrior of the Sea Usopp-sama’ statue Luffy!” Usopp shouted, preparing his catapult for the next shot.

Law got up and out of the way, and looked around. The Sunny was full of snow forms that the Strawhats and, to his surprise, his crew made.��

There were snow reindeers, snow robots, some weird snow things Law couldn't recognize but supposed they were meant to look like fancy food, snow berries and treasure, snow swords held by a snowman, and some other unrecognizable figures as well. 

Bepo and Penguin were still working on a miniature Polar Tang with such a deep focus they made Law smile.

His attention went back to Luffy pretty quickly though as he couldn't look away for long. Luffy was jumping around to dodge the snowball attacks, his hands grabbing everything in his way for support, his smile was never fading and his laughs were making him get butterflies in his stomach.

Suddenly two long arms grew out of the deck in front of him, one holding his hat, the other brushing the snow off of it.

"Here you go Torao-kun." Robin appeared next to him. She looked at him knowingly, the corner of her mouth turned up a little. Law felt himself blushing and quickly put his hat back to cover his face.

Somehow her expression made him remember why he came on board in the first place. 

"Hey, Strawhat-ya" he tried again but as Luffy turned to him to answer, his eyes caught a glimpse of something behind him. 

"We arrived!" Luffy yelled enthusiastically. Law turned and saw the island responsible for the winter weather. It had a mountain shaped like a Christmas tree in the middle, and all types of colorful lights were illuminating from it. Wonderful. He was so not in the mood for any of this.

Suddenly, Luffy was next to him, put an arm around his shoulder and looked up to him with the biggest eyes Law had ever seen. "Let's go together, and explore!" he said, and Law completely forgot how to say no. 

As they docked, a flock of birds arrived to greet the ship and started to circle above them. They looked like big, green seagulls, with red beaks and golden eyes. 

"Ahh, they look delicious!" Luffy eyed them hungrily, still holding onto Law who felt his side warming up where their bodies touched. "Sanji, I have found our lunch, let's catch them all!"

"Forget it, Luffy!"

"I would advise against that Captain." Sanji and Robin spoke up at the same time, but Sanji fell silent immediately and let her continue. 

"First of all, the Mistletern bird is an inedible species and while I am certain this would not stop you, but they are also the sacred birds of the island of Snowflakia," she told them.

"The mistle- what?" Luffy asked back, but couldn't finish, because suddenly some of the birds struck down as if they were attacking them and after they dodged Zoro's and Brook's blades, Nami's Clima-Tact, and Bepo's claws, they landed on Luffy's hat, and Law's shoulder at the same time.

"What is your problem stupid bird!" Luffy tried to brush off his bird who looked incredibly smug with himself and stubbornly dodged his attempts. 

Law wasn't successful in getting rid of his attacker either. He even used his power to shamble the bird away from him, but it flew back looking at him like he was an idiot, and settled back on his shoulder. 

When he gave up, he saw Robin looking at them as she chuckled quietly. Next to him, Sanji looked as red as a lobster. 

"What?" he asked nervously.

"They are also said to be a companion to people who want to kiss their love," she added with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “They are named after the mistletoe and the tern after all. I’m positive they won’t leave till it happens.”

Law felt like his whole body was setting itself on fire. He couldn’t even dare to look at Luffy when he said: “It must be just a superstition.”

“No, it is true,” Luffy said as he stepped closer to him, took Law’s hand and put his palm to the middle of his chest. “Because I do wanna kiss you Torao. D-do you want to kiss me?” he stuttered.

Law couldn’t do anything but look back at him. Luffy was smiling and looking at him bravely, but his cheeks were dark red, his whole body was shaking. He must be extremely nervous as well, he thought and felt a little bit better. 

“Yes, I do,” he managed to answer and before he could change his mind he kissed Luffy right in front of everyone. His lips were soft and sweet, and Law felt him smiling into the kiss. He put his arms around Luffy and pulled him even closer. 

Whatever cold he felt before, it completely disappeared. When they parted, Luffy looked into his eyes and sighed. “I’m so glad, because I love you, but I was sure you didn’t love me back,” he whispered so that Law would be the only one who heard him. 

“I’m glad too,” Law replied quietly, still holding him in his arms. Luffy closed his eyes and put his head on Law’s chest. 

“Snowflakia is my favorite island,” he sheepishly added. The birds suddenly flew away still wearing the same smug expression as if they were saying we told you so.

“Let’s look around then,” Law answered, now completely in the mood for the snow and ready for a new adventure. Anything was great, now that he had Luffy on his side.

(As they went, they faintly heard Usopp’s panicked voice from the ship: “My lady is very far from here, how am I supposed to kiss her like this? Be reasonable birdy!”). 

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Luffy’s present 

When they meet up again after exploring the island separately, Zoro has a deep cut across his chest and the widest smile on his face.

“What happened to you Zoro?” Luffy asks angrily. “Who hurt you like this?” He is already ready to go back to hunt down whoever harmed his lover. 

“Calm down Luffy,” he replies and even though he is still bleeding he grabs Luffy and spins him around enthusiastically. “I got you something I know you will love!” He puts him down and gently kisses him on the lips, that is so happy and heartwarming Luffy almost forgets he’s gotten hurt.

However, before he can give it to Luffy, Chopper attacks him and drags him to the infirmary. He goes back outside to meet him right after Chopper lets him go. He can’t wait to show him what he’s got.

Luffy is sitting on the Sunny’s head, looking at the sea and he smiles up to him when he sits down next to him. The sun is already going down, painting them in the warmest colors. Zoro looks into Luffy’s eyes and sees the light reflecting in them. 

Zoro takes his hand, gently kissing the inside of his palm, making him blush. After all this time, he is still so in love with him. Then, he places a small, soft thing in Luffy’s hand: it looks like a blue sea urchin. Luffy looks back at him questioningly. 

“Eat it,” Zoro says, smiling, so he does. It tastes terrible. Zoro laughs at Luffy’s sour expression. 

“Come on,” he stands up, embraces Luffy, and jumps into the sea with him. 

Luffy has no time to panic, as Zoro pulls him up and their heads are out of the water in a second. Luffy takes an enormous breath he doesn’t really need and Zoro laughs at him, holding him so close Luffy can see his wet eyelashes.

“Oi Zoro, what was that for?” Luffy complains, his heart is beating very fast, his body reminding that he could sink any second. “I’m a hammer in the wa- “ he doesn’t finish as he realizes his legs are moving, pushing the water below him, his arms are also working, holding onto Zoro. 

“This is called the Kyanseru no Mi,” Zoro says. “I got it from the local marine base, I heard the rumors from my bounty hunter days that they were keeping it here. It can neutralize the ‘devil fruit curse’ for a whole day. You can swim and play in the water as much as you want for 24 hours. 

Luffy has no idea what to say. He is so happy, he wants to jump out of this skin. He puts his hand on Zoro’s face and kisses him. Zoro’s lips are salty and wet and he kisses him back fiercely as if he never wanted to let him go. 

“I love you,” Luffy says, and hugs him. 

“I love you too,” Zoro whispers in his ears.

“Oi, are you guys okay?” they hear Sanji shouting, next to him Chopper is staring at them, alarmed. “What the hell happened?”

Luffy lets go off Zoro and waves at them, making Chopper nearly faint. “I’m okay!” he shouts back. “Zoro got me a fruit that allows me to swim for a whole day!” 

The rest of the crew comes out for the noise and Usopp instantly jumps into the sea, dragging the swearing Sanji with him.  

Robin smiles down them and senses that this is a beginning of a party Chopper would be very sad to be left out off, so she brings a lifebelt out for him, and gently puts him into the water as well. 

Nami also joins them for a little, partly to look out for Chopper, and partly because the water is warm and nice. She leaves right before they start a huge water battle, which is followed by a jumping and diving competition as well. 

Luffy wins the jumping one and Zoro wins the diving but it might be because it scares Luffy a little to dive down that much. He hunts down a huge fish though and Sanji gets out to cook it for them. 

By the time the moon comes up and paints the water in beautiful silver light, only Zoro and Luffy stays behind. 

“Lean back,” he tells Luffy and holds his head in his palms while he is floating. 

Luffy closes his eyes, and he hears his own heart beating. He has never been this happy. He feels Zoro’s hand, holding him up, and he is doing the only thing in the world that should be impossible: he is in the water and he can enjoy it fully without being afraid, or immobilized. 

He reaches up and pulls Zoro down for a kiss. 

“Today, I have already done the impossible with your help,” he whispers after they part. “Tomorrow, I will become the King of Pirates.

“Of course you will,” Zoro whispers back, his voice trembling a little. “My King.”

[treasure-hwa]

I saw your thing about sending ideas

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Watching snow with Hyunjin (SKZ) only to realize y’all are both standing under a mistle toe

Okay, I have a mistletoe and a watching snow drabbles, but that's no problem! I'll do it, thank you! Keep checking to read it later 😊

[mist1e]

Cazador Sees Himself in a Mirror for the First Time

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“Away. No one is to disturb me.”

The mortal maid bowed deeply and, still bent, backed out of the room, closing the heavy oak doors behind her. She didn't look at him, her head hung so low she could only see the buttons on her chest. He wished to drink her dry, but not because of hunger. The damn cramping in his stomach, the pain that had driven him mad for centuries, was gone. Unrelenting, all-encompassing, twisting his veins into acidic cords, turning the whites of his eyes into two boiling clots and his skin into inflamed, flayed meat. Just gone, as if it had never existed. He wanted to drink her just because he could. The urge to kill was still there. If anything, it got stronger. Squeezing necks, breaking vertebrae, crushing eye sockets, tearing off limbs, gnawing, shattering, sundering…. Cazador closed his eyes and tilted his head to stretch his neck, calming the throbbing thoughts. He would have plenty of time for that, but not now.

Cazador shifted his gaze to the full-length mirror standing in the corner of his bedroom. Its indifferent surface gleamed coldly in the semi-darkness. He used to stand in front of it every day, scrutinising his outfit, adjusting it so that every crease and line would lie perfectly. From a household item, it had now morphed into an unknown entity. Was it a friend or an enemy? Would it show something new, or just like so many times before, it would gloatingly reflect nothing but emptiness?

He could face anyone without a shadow of fear or the slightest hesitation, but the thought of meeting his current vis-à-vis sent shivers down his spine.

Cazador took one slow, measured step towards the mirror. Then another. And another. He approached it cautiously. Gently circling it, he kept his eyes fixed on its tarnished gilded frame, as if he expected the mirror to pounce on him like a wild animal. As he took the last step, he set his other foot and froze. With his side vision, Cazador saw a blurred figure in the reflection. After three beats of his newly born heart, he took his eyes off the golden moulding that crowned the frame of the mirror and looked straight before him.

Silence fell in the room. It was so quiet that it seemed it was possible to hear the specks of dust dancing in the sparse sunbeams filtering through the heavy curtains. Time had stopped. Life in and around the palace stood still, as if its ancient, thick walls were watching Cazador with bated breath.

Cazador stared at the reflection with unblinking eyes, his face expressing nothing. Only the traitorously pounding heart gave away the storm of emotions boiling inside. It was thumping like a captive bird, beating against the bars of a narrow cage. But even his heart would submit to order. It, too, would serve.

The chaotic thumping turned into a measured, rhythmic beating.

Without taking his eyes off the mirror’s surface, Cazador slowly tilted his head back, cocking his sharp chin. His shoulders squared, making his tall, strong figure even larger. His shadow grew, covering part of the room in a suffocating gloom. The corners of his lips twitched lightly and formed a triumphant smile. A few moments later, it turned into a predatory grin that bared sharp white fangs.

His eyes flashed with red. Now it was the time. Time to kill.

[baekthecorgi]

Can I request a Drabble for #78 with Renjun?? Thank you!!

78. “Don’t argue. Just do it.” + Renjun

As much as Renjun shows affection to Donghyuck or Jaemin, or Sicheng who was three years older than him, the one and only person to which he can’t seem to express his fondness with was you. You would understand if your relationship was new, but three hundred sixty-five freaking days has passed and still, no skinship. Nada. No touching. No smoochies. The closest he got to kissing was placing a quick, shy peck on your forehead, and that awkward hug thing he does when he bids you good bye. Of course, it frustrated the hell outta you.

You weren’t really asking for much, really. Although, you would kill to feel his soft lips on yours for a split second, but at the same time, you didn’t want to force Renjun to do something against his will.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

“If I were you, I’d find a mistletoe and carry it around wherever I go,” Jaemin suggests after a moment of reflection.

“That’s stupid. Who even does that?” You ask, scoffing, arms neatly crossed against your chest.

Jaemin rolls his eyes and pushes you out the door. He retorts, “You will, bitch. Now go get your long-awaited kiss, dumb ass!”

So that's what you did. You bought what seems to be a box of fresh mistletoe from the store down the block. Under every door frame in their dorm, you hung a mistletoe, securing that smooch you've always wanted. God, their dorm has so many door frames, but you weren't one to complain. More mistletoes, more chances of getting that kiss.

You request (read: beg and treat them for lunch the entire week) the guys to stay out of the dorm for the day. You wouldn't want to end up kissing the wrong boy under the mistletoe, don't you?

"You can't be here!" You shout from the kitchen as soon as you hear the front door creak open. Assuming it was the guys messing around, you slowly climb down the dilapidated ladder.

"Oh, well in that case I can leave--"

A familiar voice sounds soft and bashful, one that you've grown accustomed of. It was Renjun. Huang Renjun, your boyfriend. The boy who almost got you deceased when the ladder nearly tumbles over a few minutes back. The only boy you wanted to give a sweet kiss under the mistletoe, as cliché as it sounds.

You call his name again in a hurry. You might have frightened him with your strict tone. "No, you idiot, get over here."

Renjun clears his throat loudly. "Is that mistletoe?" He points out, finger directing to the ceiling.

"As fresh as ever," you grin. 

"What are you doing with that mistle--oh. Oh."

"You know what they say. You have to kiss someone you meet under the mistletoe."

"I guess..." your boyfriend trails off, prolonging the tension between you and him. You silently cheer when he says the words, "...I have to kiss you now, don't I?"

"If it's okay with you. But if you don't want to, it's fine! We can raincheck this some other day, or year. Whatever, it's totally your call," you assure him, tone soothing as if you weren't desperate enough to hang a mistletoe under every doorframe.

"Of course I want to kiss you! I've always wanted to, actually," Renjun babbles like a child tattling over a piece of candy. The spark never leaves his eyes when he declares the same desire. "I didn't--don't want to disappoint you. I mean, I'll be your first kiss but the thing is, I have no clue how to kiss someone as special as you."

A pinkish tint colors your cheeks at your boyfriend's words. He really is the sweetest.

"I'm sure we'll be fine, Renjun. It's not like we'll explode into a million pieces. It's just kissing, not rocket science," you beckon, not wanting to sound pushy. That's the last thing you wanted to imply.

Renjun closes the gap between the two of you. His hands were shaking nervously so you clasp it together with yours, filling the gap between his fingers. You beam, lightly squeezing his hand for reassurance. You playfully scrunch your nose, emitting a hearty laugh from the latter. You place your forehead against his as a sign of confirmation. That you really want it--the kiss. Or just Renjun freely expressing his love for you. It could be both but you decide to lean more to the second reason.

"What if I mess it up?" Renjun whispers against your lips. His breath creates a gust of cold air prickling your skin, making you shiver.

"Then we can try again 'til we do it right. Stop worrying so much," you remind him, giggling to ease his nervousness.

"What if--"

"Renjun, stop it," you hiss, flicking his forehead. "The mistletoe's gonna fall any moment now."

"But the--"

"Don't argue. Just do it."

Before you can comprehend what the hell's going on, Renjun finally, finally, finally leans in and locks his smooth lips with yours. It was nothing but divine. Heaven, if you must. At first he was still, memorizing how your lips feel, how your cherry chapstick seeps into his tongue. Then, he moves. He moves so languidly, delicately, as if one wrong stroke of his lips would shatter you, break you into a million pieces. All the while, Renjun lifts his free hand which fits perfectly on the curve of your cheekbone. He strokes invisible shapes with the pad of his thumb as his lips synch with the movements of his thumb.

People's stories were all lies. You didn't hear any fireworks booming at the background. You didn't feel your insides flip. It was all baloney. All figurative. However, you did note the way his lips fit perfectly onto yours. You feIt the kiss burning every part of your skin, head to toe. You feel Renjun everywhere. It convinced you that soulmates were real. (There's a rational part of you that says no, it isn't.) It seems real because with Renjun, anything and everything seemed real. 

Renjun decides to take a step out of his comfort zone. Be a bit daring. He swipes his tongue on your lower lip, making you gasp in shock. Quickly, you pull away just enough for Renjun to catch your shakened figure stumbling backward.

"Did I do something wrong?" He questions. Renjun looks at you with worried eyes.

"T-The tongue. Didn't expect that."

Renjun brings his hand back, rubbing his nape sheepishly. "Sorry, just excited. I guess I got too carried away."

"We'll save that for New Year," you chuckle, sending a quick yet flirty wink to your boyfriend.

Renjun tries to hide the blush forming on his cheeks. He smiles, a soft one, but his eyes trembles. "How was your first kiss?"

"Our first kiss, Ren."

"How was our first kiss?" Your boyfriend repeats.

"Sweet. Adorable. Damn, I knew your lips were kissable but I didn't know they were that kissable." You say, throwing your hands up in amazement. He laughs.

You continue, "You? How was our first kiss?"

"Magical," Renjun breathes.

"I agree. The kiss was magical."

"Not the kiss. You."

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note: phew !!! this took a while,, STREAM HAIR IN THE AIR, BEST DAY EVER, and LOVE SHOT !!!!! all my babies made me proud that i stan them ❤ renjun's voice in hair in the air SKSKSKSKKSKS HIS VOICE IS SO HANDSOME HE'S SO HANDSOME GODDAMN I LITERALLY SQUEALED AT THAT ONE PART WHERE JENO CLOSED THE DOOR AND BOOM THERE'S HUANG RENJUN

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[takaraphoenix]

For a drabble prompt could you do 87. “That’s my ex-boyfriend/girlfriend.”-“Well, kiss me so they see.” for Percico please?😊💖

Advent Calendar: Day 14

Nico wasn’t entirely sure what Will, Lou and Cecil had said to convince him to come along, yet here he was, on a Christmas market. Not his cup of tea. Sparkly, bright, with many loud, happy and drunk people. Most definitely not his crowd of people.

“Stop being such a Grinch, Nico”, groaned Lou, linking arms with him.

“Yeah, Scrooge”, agreed Cecil from Nico’s other side.

“I just… don’t like Christmas”, muttered Nico with a frown. “I haven’t… I haven’t really celebrated it since… you know…”

Suddenly, the atmosphere dropped. In middle school, Nico had lost both his mother and his sister. Since then, he hadn’t celebrated Christmas and his overall attitude toward happy celebrations. His dad, he was trying to do his best, but he was a very busy man and he wasn’t the most affectionate man. Nico knew Hades di Angelo loved him, but the two weren’t exactly the hugging and cuddling type of people. Both had coped with their grief alone.

“And we get that, Nico”, sighed Will concerned, turning around to walk backward and look at his three friends. “But… But you can’t stay sour and sad all the time. You gotta get out some more. You’re barely leaving the house anymore since your breakup.”

Nico made a face and tried to dodge Will. Stupid, overly fussing best friend. Nico was really glad to have him, if he was being honest. Will had been the one to push him into going out more the first time around, which had resulted in his first relationship and even though things with Alabaster had fallen apart, they had still been good while they had happened.

/break\

Percy was having a really great day. Him and his best friends Grover and Annabeth were on the Christmas market, shopping for presents for everyone. Ridiculous, cheesy, sparkly and glittery presents that would make their friends and family laugh.

“Oh, oh, those fluffy angel wings look so good on you, Perce”, laughed Grover.

Percy was wearing a pair of bright-blue, fluffy wings, giving it a twirl to make his friends whistle. Annabeth grinned as she placed a golden crown on top of his head.

“Perfect, right?”, asked Percy, his own grin broadening. “Maybe for Luke? Tavy would have a field-day with this. And Luke would actually wear it.”

“He would. But did you have to put that mental image in my head?”, asked Annabeth disturbed.

“Ye—ooh, sorry, dude!”

Percy started enthusiastically and then interrupted himself when he stumbled into someone. Turning around, he paused. The guy was hot. Black leather-jacket, dark curls falling into his olive-skinned face, eyes like charcoal. Percy blinked and stared for a while. When the guy seemed to circle Percy to hide behind him, Percy turned with the handsome stranger.

“What are you doing? Why are you circling me?”, asked Percy curiously.

“That’s my ex-boyfriend”, grumbled the handsome guy.

Percy blinked and percied his way through the situation (a verb coined by an exasperated Annabeth about five years ago). “Well, kiss me so he sees.”

It was the first time the guy seemed to properly look at Percy and, much to Percy’s pleasure, he saw interest flaring up in those dark eyes. The next moment, he grabbed Percy by the neck and pulled him into a kiss. A kiss that was supposed to be brief, but it just… deepened.

“Here. Mistletoe to make you look less like a mistle-hoe, Percy”, supplied Grover.

Percy sputtered when they parted, his cheeks darkening as he glared at Grover and Annabeth, who were both staring at him and chuckling. The hot stranger cleared his throat, gaining his attention.

“Hello, my name is Nico. I think that’s the baseline info you should have after the kiss we just shared”, offered Nico, holding his hand out. “Uhm. That was… a good kiss.”

“Thanks”, grinned Percy. “I’m Percy.”

Nico just nodded and stared at Percy in amazement. Alabaster and his new guy already completely forgotten and having walked past them. Even Will, Cecil and Lou, who were slowly catching up with them, were forgotten as all Nico could see was that literal angel in front of him. Blue, fluffy wings attached to his back, a blinding smile on his face that sparkled in his intense blue-green eyes. Nico was pretty sure he had never seen anyone more beautiful.

“Nico! What are you doing? I told you no sneaking off to return home on your own.”

“Will, stop mother-henning, you’re embarrassing me”, hissed Nico flustered, glaring.

“Embarrassing you in front of—oh, pretty”, wanted Will to know.

He raised both eyebrows as he checked Percy out, causing Percy to blush and blink confused, until Nico hissed. “Will, stop checking him out.”

“Why? You calling dibs, or what?”, asked Will teasingly.

“I mean, we already kissed, so Nico definitely has dibs”, offered Percy with a smile.

“I’m sorry, what?”, asked Lou wide-eyed, staring from Nico to Percy.

“You dog”, grunted Cecil stunned. “We leave you out of our sight for five minutes and you going around snogging random pretty boys.”

Nico’s cheeks heated up in embarrassment and he was ready to be swallowed by the ground. Seriously, the one time he ran into a gorgeous guy he could definitely see himself with and his friends had to embarrass him. There was no way-

So—o you wanna go on the Ferris wheel with me?“, asked Percy, interrupting Nico’s thoughts.

"I’m sorry, what?”, asked Nico confused.

Percy jerked his head toward the cute small Ferris wheel with the large smiling Santa face on it. “You know, so it’d be just you and me and we could maybe like… talk? Without nosy and loud and embarrassing friends around us?”

“He talking about us, Annabeth?”, asked Grover offended. “Can’t be, right?”

Percy stuck his tongue out and grabbed Nico by the hand, pulling the dazed and surprised boy along with him and leaving their friends in the dust. Nico stared at Percy in surprise, heart beating fast. He couldn’t believe any of this was actually happening. A real Christmas market miracle.

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[ao3yennaia]

Merry Drabble-Mas

by Holliday_inn

A collection of drabbles, 2 a day for all of December.

Words: 1428, Chapters: 7/31, Language: English

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, Gen, Multi

Characters: Tissaia de Vries, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Margarita Laux-Antille, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Renfri (The Witcher), Maria Barring | Milva, Angoulême (The Witcher), Triss Merigold, Stregobor (The Witcher), Mistle (The Witcher), Leo Bonhart

Relationships: Tissaia de Vries/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Margarita Laux-Antille/Tissaia de Vries, Tissaia de Vries & Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, emiel Regis Rohellec terzieff-godefroy & Renfri (The Witcher), Angoulême & Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Triss Merigold & Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Renfri & Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon/Mistle

Additional Tags: Drabble, Angst, Fluff, Implied Sexual Content, Petplay, honestly these have a wide range of shenanigans, Heed the individual warnings on each chapter, tags will be added as we go along, Sledding, ratings vary by chapter

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/43379826

[svt-husbands]

Mistle-No

❅❅❅Holiday 2017 Drabbles (2/13)❅❅❅

Member: Wonwoo

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1006

With a sharp breath, you opened your eyes and immediately felt someone smacking your back. Grimacing, you turned around in your comforter burrito and found Wonwoo’s lion face pouting. He kept smacking your back and your arm. You groaned. “What.” “Gimme the blanket,” he tugged on the comforter. It was then you realized that he was lying on the bed shivering from the cold. Feeling bad for him, you gave him some of the blanket. Only some. He started mumbling things at you and managed to get most of the blanket from you. You snuggled up to him and hoped to get back to sleep. Unfortunately, Wonwoo tapped you on the forehead to get your attention. You peeked one eye open and looked at him. He held a sprig of mistletoe above your heads and smiled a little. “No,” you mumbled and snuggled back to sleep.

A few hours later, both of you were awake. You ate some breakfast and checked a few emails while Wonwoo showered and got dressed. While looking at a particularly important email, you saw something move in your peripheral. Knowing it was Wonwoo, you did not look. The next thing you know, the same sprig of mistletoe was shoved in your face. You smacked it away and scrunched your face at a now sad Wonwoo. “Hello darkness, my old friend,” he sang. He walked away with his head down, and you shook your head. “Maybe Joshua can teach you how to be romantic?” You yelled.

Your fridge was completely empty by lunchtime, thanks to all of Seventeen raiding your fridge a few nights prior. You decided a lunch date would be nice and went to go get Wonwoo. He sat on the sofa mindlessly watching sports. “Wonu, wanna go out for lunch?” “It’s really cold. Can’t we just make something?” “With what, air?” “Good point. I’ll go get my wallet.” You nodded at him as he got up. You turned off the television and went to grab your own wallet. The two of you silently got your shoes and coats on and left your apartment. “Babe,” Wonwoo said, gaining your attention. You turned to look at him, and noticed the blasted sprig of mistletoe in his hand. “Boy, bye.” You began walking away. You knew exactly what he was doing with the mistletoe, and you really wanted to play a little bit. You also knew he was starting to get really antsy and a little frustrated. You smiled as you heard his footsteps frantically follow you. This would be fun, you thought.

In the cafe, you sat down with your meals and carried comfortable conversations for a while. Wonwoo talked about a new book he was reading, you talked about a terrible coworker who would not shut up. You snuck a few bites of his food, while he took a few sips of your drink. “Hey, you think that fireplace is real?” Wonwoo said, pointing behind you. You turned and thought for a minute. “Probably not. Isn’t that a fire hazard?” You shrugged, taking a bite of your food. “But when we walked past it, it felt like an actual fire?” “Maybe its one of those heater radiator things. You know, the ones that are open and you can, like, see the heat?” He nodded in thought. He took another sip of your drink and finished it. Wanting some more, you moved to stand up to go get a refill. Wonwoo stopped you by grabbing your hand. He produced the mistletoe, hoping you would give him a kiss. Using the public area as an excuse, you shied away and left the table quickly. You ducked your face to fake a blush and hide your smile. “Oh, come on!” You heard him groan.

Later that day, the two of you sat around with the rest of Seventeen and company watching a film. Wonwoo was in the kitchen with Mingyu, getting snacks and drinks. They ran bowls and things to and from the kitchen. Once all of the food items were on the table in the middle of the living room, Wonwoo and Mingyu joined you all. Wonwoo made you sit up on the couch while he sat on the ground in front of you. While the film continued, you played with his hair gently to pass the time. You got a little parched and asked Wonwoo to grab you some water from the table. He reached over and got a bottle, but instead of handing it to you, he pulled out the mistletoe and held it above your head. This gained the sudden attention of everyone in the room. You heard a few whoops and cheers, but did not break eye contact with Wonwoo. “You want the water? Gotta pay me with a kiss,” Wonwoo grinned. You really wanted the water, but did not want him to win. He puckered his lips and waited. You smiled, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and took the water. With a winning smile, you sat back and sipped. Wonwoo sat there, stunned and defeated. “Cheater,” he whispered. He sat back on the floor, leaning against the couch.

It was time for bed, and Wonwoo was more than upset at you. He was silent the whole drive home as well as the entire time you two got ready for bed. You felt guilty for making him so frustrated, so to make up for it, you looked through his jacket pockets while he was in the bathroom for the mistletoe sprig he carried around all day. You waited outside the bathroom door, armed with the sprig. As soon as he opened the door, you held up the green plant and tilted your head. “I’m sorry for messing with you.” “It’s fine, babe,” he smiled. “A little fun never hurts.” “Then maybe a kiss?” You grinned, hopeful. Wonwoo laughed heartily. “Ha! No. Goodnight,” he nodded and ducked under your arm. You stood there in slight shock as he climbed into bed. “Well played, Jeon. Well played.”

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[happyslitterbox]

Mistle-NO!

Fourth contribution to the 25 days of Christmas drabbles challenge run by @cherrytrinkets prompt- Mistletoe. Pairing: Gratsu.

One traditional pain in the ass for many around the Christmas season is the hanging of a little sprig of leaves with menacing white berries that is intended to bring lovers closer and often makes those living the single life either fantasize or cringe. That's right, mistletoe had been hung at the guild and many of the mages shared differing opinions on the little plant. None of them really neutral, spare a few.

Mirajane found it adorable and romantic to see others caught under the plant and forced to kiss. Natsu didn't understand the concept nor the importance of the plant. Lucy and Juvia thought it was rather romantic and hoped to get two male mages in particular caught under it. Happy didn’t understand and didn't care why Juvia and Lucy wanted Natsu and Gray under the little berries from Satan’s sensuality garden, but the little exceed would do anything for his friends to make one of their Christmas wishes come true.

There were a few problems though, Natsu wasn't agreeing to the request and Gray had bolted the second Juvia said anything about romantic kisses. Now it was left to Happy to hunt the men down and make them share that special holiday kiss. Except Happy hadn't understood that Juvia and Lucy weren't talking about Gray and Natsu kissing each other, but rather that Lucy and Juvia wanted to kiss them.

Dinner had wound down and it was time for Happy to execute his trap. If Lucy and Juvia wanted to see kisses, they would. Fluttering over to Natsu, Happy began his plot to get the fire mage to kiss his rival. "Natsu!" The exceed greeted in a much more cheery tone than usual that meant only one thing, he was scheming.

Thank Mavis, Natsu was an idiot and went along with it. "What's up, Happy?"

"I wanna prank Gray, aye!" Happy laid the bait.

Natsu’s goofy grin grew and Happy smiled evilly as well. "Why don't we tie his shoe laces together?" Happy nodded at this idea. It was perfect. Natsu didn't suspect a thing and if they tied Gray's shoes together then if he lost his balance and landed on Natsu, lip to lip, the kiss would still happen.

A drunk ice mage with his boots tied together would seal the deal. The only problem was how would Happy get them under the mistletoe? Gray was by the bar, talking to Mirajane and the mistletoe was hung in the doorway, possible plan failure in sight.

But there was an angel at Fairytail that night, helping little Happy to get his Christmas wish. Happy flew over to the bar maid and asked softly, "Mirajane, could you help me pull a prank?"

The silver haired female leaned over the bar and smiled at the exceed. "Happy, pranks are my favorite. What do you need?"

A whispered exchange and several giggles later everything was set. All Happy had to do was get Natsu over to the bar. "Natsu, I'm hungry!" Perfect plan. Natsu would never deny Happy food and it would take him right over to Gray and Mirajane for the mistletoe kiss. Thank Mavis that Mira was not only a romantic who carried extra mistletoe for occasions just like this, but also a demon in disguise who would gladly help Happy with his pranks anytime he asked.

Mirajane had Happy's back. She poured Gray another round and distracted him by talking as Happy tied the shoelaces together in a heart shape to boot. Laces secured, Happy flew up to the stripper ' s ear and whispered. "Oi, Gray. Natsu says you're a little bitch, what's that mean, aye?"

And with the flame loving idiot on his way over to the bar for a refill, Mirajane pulled out the devil’s little berry bush and held it over Gray's head as he went to punch Natsu, Happy shoved his best friend forward, causing him to knock into Gray which made the devil slayer lose his balance and topple over on top of the dragon slayer. One furry paw pushed to the back of Gray's hair and it happened. Gray's lips connected as perfectly with Natsu’s mouth as his fist would on any other day.

And as quickly as the kiss had started, it was all over as the two men rolled around in a tangle of flying fists and insults. Though it may have been brief, though it may not have been romantic, Juvia and Lucy still got to see Gray and Natsu under the mistletoe, though it wasn't how they'd intended it to happen.

Lucy grabbed the feline in a death grip. "Happy! When I said I wanted to see Natsu under the mistletoe, I meant that I wanted to kiss him!"

The water mage spoke up as well, though through tears instead of anger. "Juvia ' s Christmas kiss was given to Natsu instead..." and as Juvia’s eyes turned to rage, Happy took that as his cue to get the hell out of there. "Juvia can never forgive Natsu-san! Natsu-san is Juvia’s love rival! Natsu-san must die!" As much as Happy loved his big brothers, Natsu and Gray both, when it came to crazy women and holiday kisses, that was a subject the exceed was better off leaving alone. Preferably for the sake of the entire guild.