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"Well, why not?" he asked, much to her shock, "The worst that could happen is you might get an extra helping of my spiced rum..."

E.dwina gaped up at him with mounting confusion. He couldn't possibly be serious? This, coming from the man who couldn't so much as look at her without adopting the expression of a wounded dog. Now, suddenly, he was content to cause a scene in the middle of what was supposed to be a holiday celebration?

"You wish to indulge this?" she scoffed.

They couldn't possibly do this, all for the amusement of his peers. Why should she reduce herself to such vulgarity? All so her 'dearest' husband could feed his pride or satisfy some need to prove something? No. Absolutely not.

"May I kiss you?"

"Maj- My darling, I believe you've had a bit too much of that spiced rum. Maybe we should excuse ourselves for the evening and get you to bed."

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Mini Fanfic #1250: Luigi's Mistletoe Adventures~ (SSBU X Darkstalkers)

9:23 p.m. Smash Mansion's Front Yard Entrance...........

Dedede: (Walking Up the Steps with Escargoon and Morrigan, Dressed as the Jolly St. Nick Himself, Santa Claus) ('Sighs in Pure Relief') Man, you are one helluva lifesaver in that mall today, Morrg!

Escargoon: (Turns to Morrigan with a Smile While Dressed as an Slug Elf) Yeah, there's no way we would've handle those adorable littlr demons alone without you stepping up to the plate like that.

Morrigan: (Giggles Softly While Dressed as Mrs. Claus) Oho stop!~ it was nothing to it. When you have to babysit your bratty little sister throughout the years like I have, you'll tend to have a better grasp at looking after children overtime. Besides, highly doubt anyone would want to deal all that nonsense at the mall all day.

Dedede: (Smiles Brightly at his Girlfriend) Exactly! I knew they did right by hiring you Mrs. Claus.

Escargoon: Keep up the good work, Morrigan.

Morrigan: (Smiles Brightly) Thank you, boys!~ I'm happy to be part of the team. (Hugs Onto Dedede's Stomach in Front of Her While Playfully Running her Two Fingers Up to his Chest and Smirking Seductively at Him) Especially with someone as jolly and handsome as you, Santa Baby~

Dedede: (Smirks Back at Morrigan) Girl, you're gonna end up right on the Naughty List if you keep keep flirting with me like this.

Morrigan: And do what? Hand me a bag of coal?

Dedede: Nah, that's too old school. How about take you on a one trip ride to the Dedede Express in either one of our bedrooms instead?~ (Smacks Morrigan's Butt a Bit)

Morrigan: (Playfully Yelps) Ohho!~ Sounds like a lovely trip already ~ (Smirks Even Wider) Can't wait~

Escargoon: (Already Has a Deadpinned Look on his Face by Couple's Flirting Alone) Okay. How about we go inside the mansion already before I bang my head on the door all night, huh?

Dedede: (Clicks his Teeth Before Glaring at his Best Friend) Quit being impatient, boy, I'm 'bout open the doors! (Takes his Mansion Key Out From his Costume's Coat Pocket) Damn. Can't have any sweet couple moments these days.....

Morrigan: (Whispers into Dedede's Ear) We'll have plenty more of that inside, my dear, be patient. (Gives Dedede a Kiss on the Cheek)

Dedede: ('Sigh') Yeah, yeah- Huh? (Notoces the Door is Opening Up Itself)

?????: (From the Inside) Welcome back, you guys!

Dedede: (Smiles Brightly at a Very Familiar Voice Opening the Door For Him and the Others).'Ey, Luigi! Thanks for looking out, my bo- Woah!

Morrigan: Oh my~

The trio's eyes starts to widen at the sight of the green plumber's face being covered with different colored kiss marks.

Luigi: (Chuckles Sheepishly While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) I guess you're wondering why I look like this, huh?

Escargoon: Pretty much, yeah. What happened? (Walk into the Mansion Along with Dedede and Morrigan)

Dedede: Did a rainbow came all the way down here and kiss you all night or something?

Luigi: Not exactly. (Closes the Door Behind Him Before Following Behind) I just happened to get kissed a lot by our friend group is all in the living room.

Luigi presents the gang to their friend group (Daisy, Lilith, Samus, Chun-Li, Cloud, and Tifa) the living room happily waving at them. All of whom are wearing their respective colors of lipstick

Dedede: Damn. Even Cloud?

Luigi: (Starts Blushing a Bit as He Place his Hands on Both his Cheeks) Especially Cloud~

Morrigan: (Looks Over at the Mistletoe Hanging Up at the Living Room) Might be a hunch on my part, but does the mistletoe anything to do with any of this?

Luigi: Yeah! (Chuckles Lightly Again) I went under a lot of mistletoes today, funny enough.

Escargoon: That explains it.

Dedede: Well, don't just stand there, boi, give the details!

Luigi: S-Sure, if that what want. It all started this morning......

Morning Time at Luigi and Daisy's Room.........

Daiay: Hey Weeg. Look up above. (Points Luigi to a Mistletoe Hanging Up on the Room's Doorway)

Luigi: ('Sigh') Daisy, Peach is gonna go ballistic when she finds out you moved the mistletoe here again.....

Daisy: (Giggles Softly) I didn't move the one from the living room, silly!~ I got this one from the Coin Store yesterday. They were on sale.

Luigi: Ohh okay, that make sense. (Playfully Smirks a Bit) Bet you're happy to have one of our own now, huh?~

Daisy: (Smirks Back at her Man) Oh yeah~ (Slowly Wraps her Arms Around Luigi's Waist) But what makes me even more happy is that I get to be right under it with you~

Luigi: While kissing me all over?~

Daisy: Bingo~(Kisses Luigi Lovingly on the Lips)

??????: Is that another mistletoe I see above me?~

Daisy/Luigi: (Smiles Brightly at the Sight of Their Succubus Girlfriend Appearing in Front of the Doorway While Wearing a Mistletoe Headband) Lili!~

Luigi: Here to have breakfast with us today?

Daisy: (Snickers a Bit) With that mistletoe headband of yours?~

Lilith: (Happily Nodded) Yep-Yep-Yep!~ It was on sale at the Coin Store yesterday and I just had to get one myself so I could kiss two of my favorite cuties in the whe world!~ (Gently Grab Hold of Luigi's Cheek) Starting with you, sweetie~ (Gives Luigi a Loving Kiss on the Lips For a Few Seconds Before Pulling Away......and Starts Kissing Him All Over his Face)

Luigi: (Chuckles Ticklishly by Lili's Kisses) Lili!~ Slow down a bit, will ya?~

Lilith: (Pulls Away Again With a Apologetic Smile) Sorry~ You have such a cute, kissable face that I couldn't resist~ (Gives Luigi a Big Kiss on the Cheek)

Daisy: Never could I~ (Gives Luigi Another Kiss on the Cheek Before Playfully Pouting at Lili) Also, where the heck is MY mistletoe kiss at, hm?

Lilith: Oh how rude of me~ (Walks Over and Gives her Girlfriend a Loving Kiss on the Lips Next Before Pulling Away a Few Seconds Later) Satisfecha ahora señorita?~?

Daisy: (Blushes While Giving Lilith a Very Impressed Smile on her Face) Hot damn, Lili!~ We didn't know you know a thing or two about speaking spanish too.

Luigi: (Smiles as Well) Yeah, that was great.

Lilith: (Flips the Side of Her Hair in a Elegant Like Fashion) Well, what can I say?~ My love for the both of you is so massive that I was bound to learn a different language eventually~

Daisy: From a Spanish Handbook?

Lilith: (Smiles Sheepishly) From the internet actually......Look it all up right before I came here too (Giggles a Bit Awkwardly)

Daisy: (Casually Shrugs) Learning's still learning.

Luigi: (Simply Nodded in Agreement)

Few Hours Later at the Smash Town's Workout Gym.......

Luigi: (Makes his Way to the Door Along with Samus and Chun-Li While Wiping the Sweat Off his Forehead) ('Phew') Momma Mia, that was an intense workout......

Chun-Li: (Smiles Brightly at Luigi) Thanks again for training with us today, Luigi. You did great out there.

Samus: (Smirks Proudly at her Green Bean) And you said you wouldn't be able to keep up with us for this long~ (Playfully Ruffles the Top of Luigi's Heaf) We're proud of you, Weeg.

Luigi: (Chuckles Ticklishly by Samus' Hair Ruffling) Thanks, guys~ I'm just glad to be here with you two to begin with-

Chun-Li: Stop!.

Samus: (Quickly Stops Walking Along with Luigi on Cue) Huh?

Luigi: (Quickly Turns to Chun-Li, Confused and a Tad Bit Worried) W-What's wrong?

Chun-Li: Look! (Points Luigi and Chun-Li at What is Above Their Heads Right Now) A mistletoe~

Samus: So they finally et it up here for once this holiday, huh?

Luigi: Looks pretty. You think they got it from the Coin Store as well?

Samus: (Shrugs) It's possible. (Comes Up With Something Before Turning Back to Chun-Li with a Smirk on her Face) Say, Chun, you know what I'm thinking about right now?~

Chun-Li: (Watches Samus Slightly Moves the Side of her Down to Luigi For a Brief Second Before Smirking as Well) I think I have a good idea what's in both our minds at the moment, yes~

Samus/Chun-Li: Oh Weeeeegie~

Luigi: (Notices Two Ladies Between Them Starts Slightly Lowering Themselves Down to his Height Level) Hm?

Samus: Consider this your reward for your hardwork today~

Chun-Li: As well as for being the most brave and sweetest man we know and love very much!~

The couple then proceeds to give Luigi's big kisses on both of his cheeks, causing him to blush instantly.

Luigi: (Bashfully Rubs the Back of his Head Back and Forth While in a Giggling Mess) Not the reward I expected, but I appericate it all the same!~

Samus: (Snickers at the Sight of Blushing Green Plumber in Front of Her) Well, we are under the mistletoe after all.

Chun-Li: (Smiles Brightly) Plus, you're way too cute for either of us to pass up an opportunity like this, you know?~ (Giggles Softly) We even got your knees shaking and everything ~

Luigi: (Looks Down to See That His Knees Are In Fact Shaking on Their Own) Oh wow. (Tries to Maintain his Balance) I...somehow didn't even no- Tice!? (Suddenly Gets Scooped Up into Samus Arms)

Samus: I got ya, bud. Mind if I carry you the café? It's the least I can do for making you feel wobbly like that.

Luigi: (Smiles Softly) Not at all. Though, knowing you, I doubt you would take "no" for answer when it comes to my safety.

Samus: Damn right I wouldn't. (Lightly Boops on Luigi's Nose) And you're welcome.

Few Hours Later Back at the Mansion...........

Cloud: (Walks Dpwn the Stairs With Luigi) And then after that, I told the guy "If you were half the solider you said you were, you wouldn't have to yield midway through the-" (Stops Dpwn the Steps and Soghs as He Notices Something Hanging Above of His and Luigi's Heads Right Now) God, we're under a mistletoe, aren't we?

Luigi: (Looks Up at the Mistletoe in Question) Yep. (Chuckles Lightly) That's the third time I've stumbled under one today.

Cloud: (Snickers a Bit) Is that right? Starting to get tiresome already, doesn't it?

Luigi: Nope. It actually got me more flattered if anything.

Cloud: (Raises an Eyebrow) Really? So, you wouldn't mind if we kiss under it ourselves, would you?

Luigi: No, I wouldn't mind that at all actually. (Starts Blushing Again While Scratchinghis Cheek a Little) I-In fact, if there's anyone I'd like to share this moment with, other than Daisy and Lili- (Turns to Cloud) it'd be you too, Cloud~ (Eyes Widened a Bit Before Quickly Turning Away While Smiling More Awkwardly) But I-I-I'm pretty sure you have a million other things you would rather do than-

Cloud: (Gently Tilts Luigi's Face Right Back to His) No. I don't.

Cloud place one more hand onto Luigi's other cheek before giving him a passion kiss on the lips before pulling away with a satisfied smile while panting a bit.

Cloud: There!.....Now we're- (Looks Down to See Completely Awe Struck and Speechless Luigi Looks Right Now) Oh crap. I broke him. (Picks Luigi Up in his Arms Before Seeing Tifa Smiling Widely at the Two of Them and Giving her his Signature Deadpinned Look) You saw all of that, didn't you?

Tifa: Only the kissy part~ (Giggles Softly) Seem like you definitely like it a lot to me~

Cloud: Yeah, well- (Makes his Way to the Living Room Along with Tifa) Being under a mistletoe for this long can do that you sometimes.

Tifa: Riiight~ Is he gonna be okay?

Cloud: He's just in the state of shock right now, he'll be fine. At least I hope so.

Tifa: Want me to try wale him back up?

Cloud: If you want- (Notices Another Mistletoe Hanging in Front of Tifa's Face) Why's there a mistletoe hanging in front of your face like that?

Tifa: Cause of the mistletoe headband I'm wearing right now. (Takes the Headband Off the Top of her Head and Shows it to her Boyfriend) See? It waz on sale at the Coin Store the other day I got it.

Cloud: 'Course it is. They're selling anything in that cheap store these days....

Tifa: Don't be such a grouch.

Tifa gives Luigi a kiss on the cheek, waking him back up instantly.

Luigi: I'm up! I'm- Huh? (Notices He Is Being Carried by Cloud of All People and Tifa Happily Waving at Him)

Tifa: Hi Weegie~

Luigi: (Slowly Waves Back) Hi....What happened?

Cloud: You fainted after I kissed you under the mistletoe seconds ago.

Luigi: Oh, okay- (Eyes Widened Shot Up at What Cloud Judt Said) WAIT! (Shakongly Points at Cloud) Y-Y-You k-k-kiss me....

Cloud: That I did. (Smirks Again) You like?~

Luigi: Yeah.....(Starts Blushing Yet Again) You were a good kisser~ Not nearly as great as Daisy and Lili-

Cloud: Yeah, yeah I know. (Playfully Pulls on Luigi's Cheek a Bit) You weren't bad yourself either, Weeg.

Tifa giggles some more at how cute her boys at being towards one another.

Later that Evening in the Living Room.........

Luigi: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise at Whatbis In Front of Him Right Now) You ALL want to kiss me again?

Daisy: (Seductively Smirking at Luigi While Sitting in the Living Room with the Rest of Her and Luigi's Friend Group and Wearong Orange Colored Lipstick) While we're under this conveniently placed mistletoe hanging above us~

Lilith: (Smiles Brightly While Wearing Pink Colored Lipstick) Think of this like a big grand finale for being under a lon of them already today. As well as a token of just how much we love and appericate to pieces~

Everyone: Yep!~/Mmhmm~/That's right~

Luigi: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness) You guys~ I love and appericate you all too~ (Frowns a Bit) But I dunno. I don't wanna waste anymore of your time than-

Samus: (Gives Luigi a Sisterly Glare While Wearong Light Blue Colored Lipstick) Noooope! Don't even think about finishing that sentence.

Chun-Li: (Gives Luigi a Reassuring Smile While Wearong Blue Colored Lipstick) You know we never minded spending time with you.

Tifa: (Smiles Softly as Well While Wearing Red Colored Lipstick) Yeah, and we definitely don't have any problems doing this for you.

Cloud: (Wearing Black Colored Lipstick) This idea wouldn't even come to lite if you weren't n our thoughts all day. Now quit your worrying and come over here already.

Daisy/Lilith/Tifa/Chun-Li: PLEEEEEEEEASE!?~

Luigi: (Stares into the Ladies' Pleading L, Sparkling Eyes For a Brief Second Before Sighing in Defeat) Oh, alright. (Smiles Softly) There's no way I could ever say no to you guys. (Walks Over and Sits Himself Down at the Middle of the Sofa)

Daisy: (Wraps her Arm Around Her Weegie) Feeling nice and comfy already, sweetie?~

Luigi: (Happily Nodded) Yep! Ready when you all are.

Daisy: Good. (Pumps her Fist Up.in Rejoice) NOW LET'S PUCKER THOSE LIPS UP, PEOPLE!!~

Ladies: (Cheers in Rejoice as Well) YEAH!~

Cloud: (Slightly Raises his Fist Up With Less Enthusiasm in Comparison) Horray..

Back to the Present

Luigi: And that's basically the gest of it. Pretty wild, huh?

Escargoon: I'll say. You are one lucky man, Luigi Mario.

Luigi: (Chuckles Lightly) I-I wouldn't exactly go that far.

Dedede: (Smiles Brightly and Proudly ar Luigi) Now, now, need no to be modest, boi. You should be ecstatic by the amount of love and kisses you got right now, thanks to that good heart of yours.

Morrigan: And that cute face~

Luigi: Thanks, guys. This all still feels so unreal right now....

Dedede: (Raises an Eyebrow at Luigi) Unreal, huh?

Luigi: (Quickly Shakes Both of his Habds In Frint of his Face in Defense).Not in a bad way, I swear! It just......Throughout my whole life, I was always given the short end of the stock, even before Mario and I became heroes. So being here and achieveing more than i ever have right now, with the people I love....It feels great and completely unbelievable rig-

The Gang: (In the Living Room) LUIGIIII!!

Daisy: (Walking Over and Standing Behind Luigi, Not Pleased) I KNOW you're not out there doubting yourself again!

Luigi: N-

Dedede: YEEUP! Our boi is at it again, y'all!!

Morrigan: Saying how unbelievable and unreal is it that he made it this far in life!~

Luigi: (Glares at the Couple) You guys- W-Woah!! (Gets Scooped Up into Daisy's Arm)

Daisy: Nah-uh. (Walks Back to the Living) Back to the Mistletoe Corner woth you, mister!~ We're gonna show you how real this all is!!

Luigi: ('Sighs in Defeat') Yes, dear.

Escargoon: (Watches the Duo Walks Off) Did we seriously have to snitch on him like that?

Dedede: Boi needs more lovin' in his life. He'll thank of us later.

Morrigan: Agreed. How about we leave them to their private ventures and to watch some holiday movies at my place. (Hugs onto Dedede While Smirking Seductively at Him Again) My treat~

Dedede: Don't have to tell me twice! (Throws his Ring Down on the Floor, Expanding Itself into It's Giant Size) Let's go. (Smirks Back at Morrigan) You're more than welcome snuggle the whole night away in my arms if you like~

Morrigan: Yes, please!~ ('Sigh') A shame that I do not have a mistletoe of my own to use for the both of us.

Escargoon: (Sighs Heavily While Pinching the Bridge of his Nose) I can't believe I'm doing this.....Hey, lovebirds! Here. (Hands the Couple Something)

Morrigan: ('Gasps') A mistletoe attached headband? (Eyes Sparkle Towards Escargoon) For me?~

Dedede: Where'd you get this?

Escargoon: From the Coin Store. It was sale the other. Thought about giving it to you later, but-

Morrigan: (Happily Hugs Escargoon) Thank you, Thank you, Thank you so MUCH, Escar!~

Dedede: (Smiles Brightly at-) My man!!

Escargoon: (Reluctantly Receives a Fist Bump Shake by his Best Friend) Yeah, yeah. Merry Christmas or what have you. Let's go in the damn ring already, huh?

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you and your f/o(s) have landed under the mistletoe! who's making the first move? 💚❤️

no pressure in answering, and please take your time! <3

ah! happy holidays rin! Guess you rattled my writing brain w/ this lmaoo

oho? mistletoe prompt? i decided to add small scenarios too lol,

Psyaka: I make the first move.

#BlameAyato2k23

He told Thoma to put some around the estate, mainly Ayaka's section of the house, ["It promotes holiday spirit does it not?"] knowing damn well that me and Ayaka always walk together, or with me holding her hand and leading her through narrower doorways.

So after a wonderful day of exploring the city and playing in the snow, we return to see the estate silent, walking through the gate towards her section of the house, til we spot it.

Right above us.

After what seems like an eternity of awkward blushing and staring, I ask her is she's alright with it, giving her a chaste kiss after she says yes, swiftly hiding her face behind her fan afterwards.

We stand there a little longer as she asks for more kisses.

Ayato teases her once he finds out.

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Haiscio: He makes the first move.

Haitham would definitely put some around the house at Kaveh's suggestion pestering, ["you need to be more festive!"] not really caring about the whole 'kissing under the mistletoe' thing until i spend the holidays with him one year.

Suddenly Kaveh is told to spend Christmas with Cyno ,Tighnari and Collei, lest he accidentally ends up under the mistletoe with me.

Which is also good for Kaveh, since... things other than kissing was bound to happen.

The first time it happens, he acts so smug about it, acting like it's such a coincidence that we went through the door at the same time. Even asking if I planned it. Though he will eventually relent and give me a kiss.

It happens far more often after that, even without mistletoe anywhere near the both of us.

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Luscio: I make the first move.

Adelinde and Elzer are the culprits.

After all, there was never a need for mistletoe around the winery in the past after Diluc took over, well... until he brought me to the winery. Suddenly the place has more mistletoe than you can count, even the doors have more than one.

Diluc definitely feels flustered about it, and the looks he's getting from Elzer and Adelinde are not helping him in the slightest. He walks around the manor and tries to avoid looking at it.

Too bad, one night after dinner i come with him to his office and walk through the hallway with him and boom, the doorframe is covered, i mean covered in mistletoe.

He stands there, face as red as his hair, knowing that it's unavoidable, awkwardly asking if it'll be alright before i roll my eyes and kiss him myself.

The blush on his face matches the poinsettias in the vases.

And you best believe that Kaeya hears about this the next time he visits.

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Neuscio: He make the first move.

He knew the melusines were planning something, well Seigewinne probably told them honestly.

It started with more holiday decorations in the Palais Mermonia, poinsettias decorating the tables, pillars and such. Then it started, the mistletoes covering the doorways and walls. Soon everything was covered in them.

And after a particularly busy day, we return to his section of the Palais.

The doorframe has some mistletoe taped to it, whoever put it there clearly couldn't reach the top, and the few poorly hidden Melusines giggling in behind a corner quickly showed what was up.

After a short conversation with them, sending them off with a smile, he asked me what the deal was with the mistletoe,

Safe to say that i got a lot of nice kisses.

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Daisy: I make the first move

Honestly it was a surprise to both of us.

After a while of adventuring, we decided to stay in Wangshu Inn instead of camping in the woods, what we didn't realize is that they had decorated for the holidays.

Before settling into the room, fixing our things and patching up any wounds. We headed towards the dining area and had dinner, only when we returned did we notice it.

With an amused sigh from him and a dopey smile on my face, i teasingly asked him for a kiss, to which he playfully refused,

I burst out laughing, before pulling him for a kiss, dragging him into out room to get a little more festive... we paid for one bed, we're using that one bed.

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hhhh it took me days to get to this but my brain was awakened rin!!

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HELP IDK I JUST CAME BACK FROM A TRIP did I miss anyways getting caught under the mistletoe with natsume. I’m late so if this exceeds ur 5 requests limit pls delete it!

UNDER THE MISTLETOE

ft. sakasaki natsume

© tokusaatsus 2022

warnings: mentions of alcohol (spiked punch)

Christmas.

That time of year where magic blooms in the air, as snow coats the rooftops a glittering stardust-silver. Families and friends gather together to rejoice with their loved ones, to celebrate the almost-end of one year and the almost-start of the next.

Ensemble Square is no different.

Perhaps these Christmas parties, extravagant as they can be, are Tenshouin-senpai’s way of asking for forgiveness. And perhaps this easy acceptance is everyone else’s way of giving to him, on a night where all grudges are discarded, just for a few hours.

Still, that doesn’t mean certain people don’t take every opportunity to avoid your aforementioned blond senpai, even if it means retreating to the food tables and stirring the nearly half-empty punch bowl, the liquid a bright magenta colour. “I wouldn’t advise getting thIS.” Natsume says when he notices you walking closer. “I think someone spiked IT.”

“Good to know? But I actually came here for you.”

Natsume raises an eyebrow and wiggles his fingers in a ‘go on’ gesture.

“How long do you plan on avoiding Tensho–mmph!?”

“Don’t say his naME.” He hisses, looking around furtively. “What if he hears yOU?”

He’s not a demon, you want to say, a little irritable. But that would involve removing his hand from your mouth and you decide to take the…pettier route.

“EUGH!” Natsume yelps, yanking his hand back as he glares at you. “Did you just lick ME?”

You open your mouth to speak, but before you can, a boisterous voice interrupts you. “Oho ☆ And what’s this? Two little lovers trying to sneak away from the party? How duplicitous! Terrible, terrible thing to do at a party, you know. Oh my… And what’s that above your head?”

“Wataru-niisAN.” Natsume sighs, looking exasperated.

Wataru ignores him, instead gesturing above your heads with a theatrical flourish. His voice rises, drawing the curious gazes of everyone in the immediate vicinity. “Behold! Mistletoe! Our dear Natsume has been caught, it seems. How amazing ☆!”

“Hibiki-senpai, what–?” Wataru gives you a wink, before he’s shoving you closer to Natsume. You stumble, and the redhead doesn’t miss a beat as he wraps an arm around your waist to steady you. You place your hands flat against his chest.

“Come now, Natsume~ Don’t be shy.” Wataru hands you a rose, which you take with skeptically. “It’s a Christmas tradition!”

“Um, Hibiki-senpai, you’re causing a scene. Don’t force him…” You giggle awkwardly. “Besides, it’s not like he even wants to kiss me, haha…”

Natsume’s eyes narrow, catlike, and you feel a shiver go down your spine. When he looks at you like that–like he’s trying to figure you out–you freeze, deer in headlights. Except the headlights are Natsume’s molten honey gaze. “And what if I said I did want to kiss yOU?”

“Then I guess…” You hesitate, searching for an answer in his eyes. They soften, almost imperceptibly, but you notice. Your voice gets stronger. “I guess, you’ll just have to kiss me then.”

notes!

WC: 495 words

reze txt HI KAZE !! no dw u were def not late (i am tho sobs) but it’s not yet jan so. reze W :3 bcuz it’s still 2022 and it’s only been like. 6 days since xmas. ANYWAYS. this was a cute prompt and i hope i did it justice uwawaaaa I HOPE U ENJOYED UR TRIP BTW!! (london right?) kiss kiss mwah <33

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Bask in my amazing bargaining skills 😂😅 Happy Holidays everyone and a Happy New year! I wish you all nothing but peace and prosperity 🥰😇❤ Wherever you are and whatever you're celebrating, I hope you're safe and happy 🙂

Please enjoy! ❤

The Pillarmen recieve Mistletoe kisses 💋

(Under the cut for length!)

Kars:

• It would seem that Kars is finding himself bombarded with strange Human Holidays (and attempting to adjust to them) more than he'd like these days.

• Just about every time he turned around there was something added to the growing list of things that accompanied the newest seasonal foolishness.

•Yet that couldn't stop his curiosity from being piqued upon spotting you hanging something from the ceiling.

•After asking about it, the way you slid down the ladder giggling only made him start to feel a twinge of regret already.

•When Humans got giddy it often spelled out trouble.

•He watched, eyebrow raised, as you stood on your toes and kissed him.

•You definitely have some further explaining to do...

• ... but he supposes that perhaps not all Human traditions were so very foolish afterall.

Esidisi:

•Humans had such silly traditions, no matter the occasion, and Esidisi found himself trying and enjoying many of them.

•Oh, but this one, this one was an instant hit!

•This tradition has practically created a monster.

•You stand under that little bit of leaves and berries and you're instantly allowed a kiss from someone?

•Sounds like a perfect excuse for him to give you a little smooch anytime he wanted and make that cute little blush appear.

•Be warned, this Man starts taping some onto his hat and deliberately walking up to you when you least expect it with intentions of stealing a quick peck.

•"Oho! Why look! It appears we're under the Mistletoe~"

•The Man might just end up getting smacked if he makes it too much of a habit.

Wamuu:

•Wamuu was doing his very best to grasp onto new Human traditions as they came along.

•Attending a few Christmas parties with you was something he was genuinely enjoying!

•Humans were so welcoming in their Homes this time of year; always offering him food and drinks and comfy places to sit even when he hardly knew them.

•"Oooh! Look~" Wamuu's head instinctively turned when one of your Human friends called out amongst the little crowd. "Y/N and Wamuu are under the Mistletoe!"

•Wamuu's brow scrunched in confusion, what was that supposed to mean? Was that some sort of Human code?

•The Warrior was suddenly pulled from his thoughts when your hands found his face, gently pulling him to you for your lips to meet.

•Friends and Neighbour's awww'd around you adoringly.

•Wamuu could only blink, a little smile tugging across his lips.

•He still didn't quite know what it meant but he liked this strange Human code!

Santana:

•Of course Human traditions were often overwhelming and very, very strange to Santana.

•Some of them were nicer than others, others he didn't care for at all.

•When you asked him to help you sort through some Holiday stuff, he agreed because a lot of it looked interesting.

•Colourful balls, glittery string, ceramic figurines with wings and chubby cheeks, all things that caught his interest. However, none of it was like this little clump of leaves he found.

•He pulled it out of the box, holding it in the air with a frown. Why did you have this?

•His actions caught your eye, making you giggle. "Ooh, Mistletoe?" You came close, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Don't mind if I do!"

•Santana only stand there blinking when you suddenly kiss him, before happily going back to your sorting.

•Quietly, he tucks the leaves into his pocket.

•He was definitely saving it again for later.

[the-scandalorian]

Okay so i can't stop thinking about the mistletoe kiss prompt with din...like whatever planet they're on has the same tradition. Ur there at the holiday time and see couples/people kissing all over the place and din aches to see you all lit up as you take in the sparkling lights and cheer and he's never quite been willing to risk it all as he is right now, every time you pass a sprig of space mistletoe that's even the slightest bit out of view of people. Anyway when you get back to the ship he suddenly take out a sprig and holds it above you and ur like ??? Oho, now you want to be cheerful 😏😏

Thank you for the request, love!! I had way too much fun writing a winter holiday fic in the middle of the summer?? I hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!Reader Rating: T Word Count: 2.2k Warnings: unapologetic fluff, the lightest spice

You were only here because you had worn Mando down with sheer persistence. You’d wheedled and charmed—he’d probably say annoyed—him for several hours as you tracked, captured, and walked the bounty back to the Crest together. And he’d finally grunted, “Fine.”

That one gruff word made you smile, though, because coaxing him to do what you wanted was getting noticeably easier, and that made your heart flutter with reckless hope.

Honestly, he’d been almost indulgent recently, by his standards at least. Mando—who had always been single-minded when it came to jobs—had started to go out of his way to give you what you wanted, even if it put you a few hours off your tight schedule. You noted every tiny change, every little concession he made for your happiness.

A few weeks ago, he stopped a hunt early when you mentioned off-hand that you had a headache. Despite your reassurances that you were fine, he brooked no argument, insisting that it would make no difference to apprehend the quarry the following day.

Every meal, he tossed you your favorite ration pack out of the choices on hand—because by this point, he knew your tastes by heart.

He told you to keep the black long-sleeved shirt he lent you one night when you really needed to do laundry. You remarked on how soft and cozy it was, and when you tried to return it, he’d said, “Keep it.” You were pretty sure he liked when you wore it around the ship before bed. His gaze lingered. It burned.

Mando’s softness had started to show, and—what was even better—this side of him seemed only available to you. He was the same cold, hard Mandalorian to everyone else. Whether he liked it or not, it seemed that you were slowly seeping into the vulnerable spaces between his armor, insinuating yourself into the heart of the man underneath. You were starting to suspect that you were his weakness... and fuck if that fact alone didn’t make you weak for him.

Your influence only extended so far, however.

He was here—at the local winter festival of the planet you were hunting on—but he wasn’t happy about it. No, he stood out amidst all the cheer and merriment, a stiff silver statue with his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his beskar awash with a rainbow of flickering reflections.

The festival was an enchanting dream around him. The narrow street was lined with stalls selling baked treats and warm drinks and colorful gifts. Strings of blinking lights were wrapped around every streetlight and crisscrossed over your heads; multicolored ribbons and sparkling stars bedecked every doorway, windowsill, and kiosk. The delicious scents of cinnamon, vanilla, and cardamom laced the cool evening air. The music was joyful and upbeat, the festive atmosphere buzzing with warmth and excitement. All the revelers were wrapped up against the chill of the evening in colorful knitted sweaters, scarves, and mittens, tromping through the light dusting of snow. Couples walked by, hand-in-hand, smiling dopily at each other. Everything glittered with the lightest dusting of fresh powder, and children were gathering the fallen snow on the ground and pelting each other with snowballs, zipping between harried looking adults.

It was almost comical how out of place Mando looked surrounded by all of that. He was being his usual withholding self, standing off to the side while you perused the stalls of the local artisans and bought a warm, sugary drink and a cookie the size of your face. He never let you out of his sight, however, always within arm’s reach. He’d confirm your presence every so often with a hand on your shoulder or back as you walked next to him. You weren’t sure if it was to make him feel better or to make you feel better in the tight press of the crowd—either way, you liked it.

You were warm and happy—delighting in the joyful spirit of the holiday, but more importantly, in the knowledge that Mando had a soft spot for you.

As you meandered down the busy street, you noticed that above every doorway or stone archway, a little bunch of leaves was hung. You assumed they were purely decorative until you saw couple after couple of all shapes and sizes walk under one of those sprigs, look up, smile, and kiss.

After the fifth couple, you stopped and turned to Mando to say, “I guess it’s a tradition.”

Mando stood there, the stern lines of his visor fixed on the two women kissing sweetly under a stone archway and said, “Guess so.”

“That’s so cute!” You beamed as you watched them.

The snowy evergreen forest that bordered the town made for an idyllic backdrop behind them. As if on cue, tiny flakes of snow started falling softly, completing the dreamy picture before you. You squealed in pure joy at the adorable sight, clasping your hands together.

Mando laughed beside you, a warm chuckle crackling through his modulator. When you looked up at him, you saw that his visor was trained on your face, no longer on the couple.

“Mando! Look at you getting into the spirit,” you teased, poking his arm playfully.

He cocked his head at you, his voice laced with amusement as he said, “I watched you break a man’s arm this morning, and now you’re squealing at two people kissing in the snow. I’m experiencing some whiplash.”

“I contain multitudes, Mando,” you laughed.

“Clearly.”

“Come on,” you said with a grin, pulling him along, “I want to see the rest.”

From then on, your stomach swooped a little each time you walked under a decorated archway with Mando by your side. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was also thinking about kissing you each time you passed under one of those little sprigs.

Probably. Yes. No. Definitely not.

...Maybe?

As you walked down the long, winding street, it gradually started snowing harder, and the wind picked up. When the downpour shifted suddenly to an icy sleet, all the revelers around you exclaimed and scurried to find shelter from the deluge. Mando grabbed your hand and pulled you into a recessed doorway and right away, you looked up. You couldn’t help yourself—you knew it would be there. Sure enough, a little bunch of greenery was suspended over your heads.

You looked down quickly, too quickly, hoping Mando wouldn’t look up and notice it too. You didn’t want him to feel weird about it...but of course, he noticed it—he tilted his helmet up to inspect it for a moment. To your surprise, when he looked back down at you, he stepped toward you. Your heart dropped. He reached a gloved hand toward your face, and you held your breath, smiling up uncertainly at him. For one insane second, you thought he was going to lift his helmet right there in the privacy of this little alcove and kiss you.

Instead of cupping your cheek, however, he brushed the tips of his gloved fingers over your hair.

“Snow,” he explained, dusting it off.

“Oh, thanks,” you replied, trying not to let disappointment seep into your words.

You stood in awkward silence, waiting for the gale to pass. Luckily, just a few minutes later, the gusts of wind quieted, the snow slowing again to a light sprinkle of powder.

“Shall we?”

He nodded and followed you into the steady stream of people reemerging from under doorways and awnings. You wandered over to another promising looking dessert stand, Mando in toe, and examined the baked goods laid out before you. You made your purchase and thanked the vendor, but when you turned, Mando wasn’t behind you anymore.

You whipped your head around, looking for his tall, shiny form amidst the throngs of people. The smallest tendril of panic twined around your heart. His sudden absence underscored the fact that he never let you out of his sight when you were together in public.

You turned around again, and he was there.

“Where—”

He made no mention of his disappearance, instead interrupting you to ask, “Ready to go?”

“Wha—oh yeah, we can go,” you replied, adding good-naturedly, “You have been very patient, and I know this has been torture for you... so even though I want to stay here forever, we can leave.”

He tilted his helmet sassily at you, then turned on his heel and walked in the direction of the Razor Crest. You chuckled, finishing your treat as you trailed after him.

When you reached the edge of town, leaving behind the crowds of people as you entered the quiet forest, you squatted and scraped together some of the freshly fallen snow. You packed it into a compact ball and held it behind your back until you and Mando were within sight of the Razor Crest. Grinning, you hurried forward until you were only a few steps behind him and cocked your arm, tossing it straight at the back of his helmet. It hit him with a muted slush sound, and he stopped in his tracks. You froze, the biggest, guiltiest smile on your face as you watched snow slide down the back of his helmet and drop onto his cape.

He turned slowly.

“...Oops?” you said, wringing your hands together in mock contrition.

He perched his hands on his hips. You couldn’t hear it from this short distance but you could tell by the way his shoulders dropped that he’d let out a dramatic sigh.

You threw your hands up. “It’s part of the festivities, Mando—a tradition—I had to throw a snowball to round out the celebration.”

“Well, you asked for it.”

Your smile faltered when he bent down to scrape together his own snowball. Uh oh. You spun around and took off at a run across the clearing, heading toward the trees to find cover. You screeched when his snowball hit you square between the shoulder blades. Of course he’d have perfect aim. You smiled when you heard his muted chuckle behind you.

You ducked behind a thick trunk and crouched down to pat together another snowball—much larger this time. You straightened and peeked your head around the tree, but Mando was nowhere to be seen. Shit. You backed up slowly, retreating further into the forest as quietly as possible as you scanned the area for movement.

You whipped around just as a silver blur sprinted up behind you and shrieked when Mando wrapped two strong arms around you, pinning your own arms to your sides.

“Drop it.”

You giggled and released the snowball; it fell to the ground with a muffled whump.

“Surrender,” he growled, adopting his serious bounty hunter voice.

Heat unapologetically surged in your belly at the intimate sound of his voice so close to your ear and the feeling of his body pressed tightly to your back. “And what if I refuse?”

“I’ll show you no mercy.”

You grinned. “Do your worst, Mando.”

In one quick movement, he released you from his embrace and bent to catch your knees and back to sweep you up into his arms.

You laughed, wrapping an arm around his neck: “This is showing me no mercy?”

He started toward the Crest, looking down at your face to say: “I mean, did you want me to bring you in cold? That’s your only other option.”

Holding you even closer to his chest, he jostled you slightly as he pressed a button on his vambrace, and the ramp lowered as you approached.

“You would never! You’d have no one to go to winter festivals with if you killed me! And I know how much you love celebrations and cheer and fanfare.”

He scoffed. “You’d be surprised. I liked some parts of it.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes.”

He walked up the ramp and into the hull.

You smiled up at him expectantly, eager to watch him scramble for a reply: “Okay, which parts?”

“I’ll show you.” He leaned down to set you on your feet, slapping the control behind him to shut the ramp.

You rolled your eyes, sure he had nothing: “Okay, then, show me.”

Gloved fingers circled your wrist, tugging you toward him until you were only a few inches from his armored chest. You looked up at the black void of his glass visor, your bewildered expression reflected back at you.

“Close your eyes for me.”

“How are you going to show me if my eyes are closed?”

He reached into a pouch on his belt and pulled something small out of it. When he opened his hand, you saw that it was one of the bundles of that mystery plant from the festival. He held it up so it was suspended between you, above your head. Your eyes widened.

“Where did you—?”

“Close your eyes.”

Your lashes fluttered closed immediately this time. A gasp escaped your lips when you heard the hiss of his helmet’s release.

You felt the ghost of his breath first, warm as it fanned over your face. He was waiting, giving you the chance to move away if you wanted to. You stayed put, the corner of your mouth twitching up in a smile. Just when you were about to lose patience and blindly reach out for him, he pressed his lips to yours tentatively, still gauging your reaction. As soon as he felt you respond, kissing him back eagerly, he wrapped his arms around your waist and drew you close. Your hands found their way around his neck, and you deepened the kiss, parting your lips.

He pulled back a tiny bit to whisper: “I like this part.”

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Part 2

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[carefreemonk]

🎄+ 💋 

This is entrapment. There's no way Forsyth has walked under a sprig of mistletoe coincidentally at the same time as Azama. Alas, he has no proof to substantiate this claim, and thus, the law of festivities hold true. He must endure a kiss.

[ mistletoe meme ]

Forsyth was a Knight among Knights, truly.

And a Knight among Knights wouldn't be so discourteous as to spurn a beloved foreign tradition, would he?

"Oho ho! Fancy meeting you here."

Azama leans forward, tilting his head just so, offering his cheek.

"Right here, friend, at your convenience ;3c" *taps taps*

[jojolovenotes]

As you could expect, maybe a little Polnareff mistletoe action? 👉👈

Mistletoe Asks 😘

Polnareff was excited to go to a Christmas party with you and your friends; it took him awhile to get ready as he wanted to make a great first impression. Of course Polnareff changed his outfits a few times... Should he wear a matching Christmas sweater with you? Would that be too much? He was overthinking everything... He even put in more gel and hairspray than he usually did, but by the time he was ready he realized that it seemed like the party wasn’t going to happen after all - a snow storm decided to start now but you didn’t seem to mind at all. It just meant that you and Polnareff would spend the night together bundled up inside and truthfully Polnareff was a bit relieved now at least he could relax a bit. “Aaww... I was really looking forward to meeting your friends.” Polnareff was pouting a bit. You smiled a little, he was always so sweet... “That’s alright, Jean Pierre. There’s always next time.” That was true but Polnareff was waiting for the chance to kiss you under the mistletoe at the party - no matter, he had planned for this moment. While you went to go make some hot chocolate and pick out some Christmas movies, he went over to get some mistletoe from his bag and held it up over you. “Oho, what’s this, mon amour?” Polnareff was smirking playfully. You couldn’t help but give him a playful shove before standing on tip-toe to lean in for a kiss allowing it to linger for awhile. This was perfect - a night in with just for two bundled up was exactly what you both needed. 

[bardicaberration]

A lil (behind schedule) somethin’ somethin’ for the winter prompt challenge from @witcher-and-his-bard. It’s finally cold here and it’s almost time to go pick up our Christmas tree and this is, I’m realizing, more Christmas-y than the challenge was supposed to be, but in the words of our favorite bard: here we are.

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mistletoe jaskier/geralt rating: G

“This is it. This is the one, Geralt.”

Jaskier flings his arms wide and does a quick little spin, the pom pom on his hat bouncing furiously. Geralt feels his lips quirk in a smile, then quickly schools his features into pleasant neutrality as Jaskier stops spinning and turns to face him, expectant.

“You said the same thing about the last four trees we looked at.”

“I did,” Jaskier concedes, “but the last four trees weren’t perfect.”

Jaskier circles the tree, gesturing and muttering under his breath.

“A perfect cone, a triangle for the ages. No bad angles, good bough coverage from all sides… Look at the branches—they fill her out perfectly, and—”

“The tree’s a she now?”

Jaskier’s head pops out from behind the tree in questions. There are pine needles stuck to his hat, and Geralt’s arm aches with the effort of holding himself back from reaching out and brushing them away.

Jaskier rolls his eyes. “She is and she’s perfect.”

His head disappears and Jaskier reemerges from the row of trees he’d been examining. There’s sap on his jacket, somehow, and one soft knitted glove is in danger of falling from his pocket and landing on the dirty, hard-packed snow covering the lot. He notices the sap and wrinkles his nose, rubbing at the fabric. Geralt huffs fondly and Jaskier looks up.

“Don’t move!” he says, and bounds off to find an employee to wrangle their tree. Geralt stuffs his hands into his coat pockets, watching as his breath condenses in the cold air. Slowly, he spins on the spot, catching sight of two other couples debating the merits of various tree options. Couples, he corrects, not other couples. Not yet at least, his traitorous mind adds. His lips quirk upwards again as a family catches his attention, the father lifting his young daughter onto his shoulders, who reaches out to grab a tree branch as his husband snaps a photo. Geralt’s smile slowly disappears and he lets out another puff of air, digging the heel of his boot into the ground and enjoying the crunch of the crusted snow.

“Would you look at that!” Geralt jumps slightly and he whirls to face Jaskier. Jaskier’s cheeks are red with the cold and his eyes are soft. Geralt follows his gaze as Jaskier sees the same couple, laughing brightly as their daughter bounces up and down on the balls of her feet, pointing enthusiastically at a tree. Jaskier scrunches his nose as he smiles, and Geralt ignores the ache spreading slowly from his chest into his arms.

“Looks just like you,” Geralt scoffs. “Well?”

“There’s a twenty minute wait for them to come get the tree for wrapping,” says Jaskier. “I told them that a Christmas tree was no match for my—you,” he coughs, “So anyway, if you can carry it to the front we can get home and decorate it before we watch Die Hard, which, for the record? Not a Christmas movie.”

The blush on Jaskier’s cheeks deepens and Geralt hums softly. He pulls his hands out of his pockets and steps towards the tree. He squats low and with a soft grunt lifts the tree from its stand and hoists the tree over his shoulder. Jaskier licks his lips and catches Geralt’s eye, gaze crackling with electricity. Geralt opens his mouth to speak, then snaps it shut again and the moment is gone. Geralt clears his throat.

“Lead the way.”

Jaskier claps his hands twice and spins on his heel, laughing with delight.

The line to have the tree wrapped is long, and Geralt is distracted by the ache in his chest as Jaskier details the methodology behind his perfect holiday playlist. Jaskier gesticulates wildly to illustrate his points, hands occasionally grazing Geralt’s shoulder and once—maddeningly and, Geralt assumes, unconsciously—pushing a lock of Geralt’s hair behind his ear from from where it had fallen from its messy bun. Geralt shifts to adjust the tree in front of him and Jaskier grabs the trunk to help steady it, brushing his hand against Geralt’s. The touch is sticky with sap, and Geralt swears his heart is beating loud enough to hear over the carols pumping through the tinny speakers. They steady the tree and Jaskier pulls his hand back,  thumb trailing across Geralt’s wrist as he does. Geralt inhales sharply and Jaskier looks up. The silence stretches on and Geralt wishes profoundly that he could be a Christmas tree, rather than a human man with emotions.

“You uh. You’ve got—“ Geralt pulls his free hand from his pocket and reaches out to brush Jaskier’s cheek. “Sap,” Geralt says, nodding. “Yeah.”

Jaskier breathes out, long and slow, his breath clouding in front of him. He fixes Geralt with a hard stare and Geralt shrinks into himself under the scrutiny of those clear blue eyes. Whatever Jaskier sees though, he blinks and launches back into his monologue.

“So you see, Geralt, that’s why no playlist is complete without at least three versions of All I Want For Christmas Is You, covering at least two different musical styles—”

The bored teenager wrapping the trees gestures for them to step forward and Geralt walks the tree toward the netting. He shifts his weight to lift it and looks up, allowing a small smile to cross his lips. The checkout stand is decorated with garland and white lights, and a small tree covered in baubles. And above them—

Bunches of mistletoe, cheerfully wrapped with a red plaid ribbon, hang from the awning. He frowns, eyes darting between the mistletoe and Jaskier, who remains blissfully unaware. The ache in Geralt’s chest breaks and his heart starts pounding. It’s mistletoe, he thinks, it’s tradition, it’s just a plant, it’s, it’s, it’s…

Jaskier’s laugh, high and clear, breaks through the fog of his racing thoughts. Jaskier’s nose is scrunched and red and his soft knit hat is covered in pine needles and his face still has a spot of sap and oh, Geralt thinks, is this what love feels like? And before Geralt realizes what he’s doing,  the tree leaves his hands, just barely landing in the outstretched arms of the teenage employee and Geralt pulls Jaskier into his arms, closes his eyes, and softly presses their lips together.

Jaskier squeaks and Geralt’s eyes fly open. Their lips stay pressed together as Jaskier looks at Geralt, eyes wide. Geralt pulls back slightly, adrenaline flooding his chest as he opens his mouth. Jaskier puts a gloved finger to Geralt’s lips and leans back in for another soft kiss.

They break apart after a moment and Geralt feels his cheeks heating red as he comes back to his senses, suddenly aware of what feels like every human on earth standing in their vicinity. He glances around furtively and the employee watching them snorts and rolls his eyes. Geralt pushes his lips together in a thin line as the kid starts to feed their tree through the netting and pointedly turns his back. He turns back to Jaskier, who has a finger resting lightly on his own lips, and gestures to the checkout stand.

“Mistletoe,” he says, voice gravelly. “It’s— You have to—”

“Do you—” he tries again. “Are you—”

Geralt cuts him off. “Yes,” he says. “Definitely.”

Jaskier grins, sidles towards Geralt, and slips his hand into Geralt’s big palm. Geralt squeezes once, and a burst of laughter bubbles from Jaskier’s chest.

“I can’t believe—”

“Stop it.”

“No, you—”

“Jaskier,” Geralt growls, but he’s smiling and Jaskier is—besotted. Geralt is too, he realizes. “We don’t have to—”

“Oho, we are so talking about this later,” says Jaskier, pulling Geralt towards the cashier. He pays for their tree one-handed, loathe to let Geralt go, as the wrapped tree is leaned against the counter. “Mistletoe, he says! If I knew mistletoe was all it was going to take, I would have invested years ago! Mistletoe, Geralt, I—”

Geralt rolls his eyes and stoops slightly, hefting the tree with his left arm and balancing it on his shoulder. Jaskier squeezes his hand this time and pulls Geralt towards the exit. He follows, humming happily under his breath, and smiles.

[bonniebelleklyde]

Okay listen. If any part of your soul wants to write more for this Mistletoeverse (yeah, that's a word now. it's happening and you can't stop me) you've got going on let me be the first to say that I would be HERE for that. I legit have not stopped thinking of that version of jan and lo since I read mistletoe and the one about the thunder just made it worse. You've ruined me, bonnie. Least you could do is give me more content wouldn't ya say?

Oho, really?? This is a thing folks might want?? Because I could write endlessly about that version of them, I’ll be totally honest. If there’s a specific scenario or vague idea any of you would like to see me write our soft boys in, shoot me an ask!

[pagetreader]

🌿 for Edwina!

Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse.

It was the first time since their union that the pair had been seen in each other's company in public. While E.dwina was thankful that perhaps now the tongues would cease to wag about their marriage (or lack thereof), she was beginning to regret the decision to celebrate among the other soldiers (and in some cases, their wives) as one had so boisterously pointed out the m.istletoe hanging in the archway of the ballroom.

Fearing B.enjamin might immediately decline, she interjected as quickly as she could manage, offering a polite, if not slightly pained, smile to the group.

"Is this really an appropriate tradition to entertain here? Surely, G.eneral W.ashington would rather we refrain from such outward displays of affection..."

[fereality-indy]

Mistletoe Wishes

Wendy: *off panel* Merry Christmas, Dip! Dipper: Huh?! Who—? You!!! Wendy! Wendy: Oho! The man remembers my name! Dipper: Could I ever forget? So tell me, little lady, what’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? Wendy: *holding mistletoe over their heads as she pulls him into a kiss* What comes naturally, of course! Dipper: Wendy—!!

[queenofbaws]

Jossam and the mistletoe: kissing or not kissing?

“Oho, wouldya look at that...” Josh said in that maddeningly slow way he seemed to take on whenever especially tickled by a situation, “Seems to me, Miss Giddings, that, uh...someone went and put a cheeky little sprig of mistletoe up over this door.”

“Yeah, wonder who that could’ve been,” she replied flatly, knowing that she’d seen him stick it up there earlier - and knowing that he knew she knew.

His smirk was nothing short of impish as he looked back down from the plant in question, feigning thoughtfulness by leaning to the side juuust in time to avoid Sam’s kiss, instead resting himself against the door frame and drumming his fingers against the wood. “I wonder who could’ve done that...I really do, y’know, because I mean...” another playful dodge as he set the side of his head against the doorway as well, his laughter beginning to show the cracks in his act, “...when you really stop and think about it, the whole making two people kiss just because a weed says so is sort of antiquated and...”

Sam knew this game - she knew it and she also knew that if she kept going along with it, then in his book, Josh would end up getting what he wanted twice: a kiss and the right to pat himself on the back for a goof well done. So she gave him one last chance and leaned in...and when he jokingly turned away just in time again, she waited to grab the next person who wandered too close to the door (a person who just so happened to be Ashley) and kissed her instead, much to Josh’s obvious disappointment.

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[justiisms]

"Oh! Birdie, we are underneath the mistletoe! You know what that means~" *and phantsie snuggles up closer and gives her a gentle kiss while slyly slipping a sapphire ring onto her finger~*

“Oho! Gawsh, I guess we must follow the rules, huh~? A shame!” She giggles, snuggling against him and kisses him back. When she notices the sapphire ring slipped onto her finger-

“!!!” She gasps, holding her hand up to her face. “Ph...Phants! T-This is-!! Oh my god, it’s so beautiful...!” A light blush appears on her face as she continues staring at it in absolute awe... before she practically glomps him down and plants a firm, loving kiss to his lips.

“Sweetheart, I love it so much...! Ahh, I’ll treasure it forever and ever! And will take absolute care of it! Thank you so much!! I love you lots and lots!”

[jimjamthehorrorman]

oho doing matchups I see? I'm 5'8, pale, medium curly brown hair, and kinda tubby girl who likes all the bois! big fan of just chillin - i like reading, singing to myself when im stressed (very bad singer, mostly a lot of disney and weirdly, sea shanties?), and id like to say im GREAT at baking but im mostly just great at making brownies and biscuits. recently taken up embroidery and general crafts, id like to be able to sew and create my own dbd cosplays sometime this year! thank u v much :DD

Ah! I look forward to seeing some cosplays in the future you cutie!

Because of this, I will give you a DBD boy...

Max Thompson Jr!

At first you might think "EW WHY THE HILLBILLY?" but think about it, he's cute as hell under that spooky exterior. He's just a young man who's been through hell and you may be the perfect angel to fix that.

He meets you in the hotbed of activity that is the Entity's realm. But for once, you're the lone survivor. He may dispatch the other three, but you find yourself being left alone! When the time comes, he slaps open the door for you! What a gentleman... but... the entity doesn't close the same blackened boundary that it normally would once a "killer" reaches the end.. He follows you all the way to the campfire and soon to your heart.

The other survivors are confused, and although Claudette may have kissed his cheek under the mistletoe at Christmas, she's MORE than happy to see Max has found someone. She smiles watching you two interact, out of the entities realm and back into the real world, he's a handful, but he's YOUR handful!

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•He admires everything about your looks. He knows he doesn't look like a normal person. He knows it can be a put off, so he starts shaving and trying to clean up for you. At one point he even goes on his own to see a doctor about his deformalities. He doesn't want to change for himself, he's lived this long like this, he just wants to look good for you! Upon hearing this you are furious!

•When you reassure him about his looks, a single tear falls down his cheek and a glistening smile emerges from his lips. He holds your hand, fingers wrapped gently around your own as he runs his fingers through your hair.

•He will never falter in reminding you of how beautiful you are to him. He reminds you daily, sometimes hourly. When he isn't working on the farm in his ragged clothes outside or in the realm dressed like a monster from hell-

- he's dressed in nice clothes, helping you bake and dancing with you while you sing Disney tunes.

•His favorite song is the one from Pocahontas. He never remembers the name because he's too busy hanging onto every movement of your lips and the beauty of your singing. Sometimes he'll join in, like with Mulan's "I'll make a man out of you", other times he'll just hold you tight, curling his fingers in your hair and peppering kisses on your forehead and cheeks while you sing to him.

•Although his upbringing wasn't the most... ideal, he's still a big farm boy who loves home cooking! If he isn't helping you make it or making it himself, he's off to the side complimenting your dishes and calling you an expert. He may or may not try to sign you up for competitions at the local fair when you both make a pie together and see that you're an INCREDIBLE baker.

•Even if you decline the pie contest, he is ADAMENT about you joining the craft contest. He thinks you're so crafty and watches you move with precision embroidering beautiful pictures for the walls of your home.

•He even joins you cosplaying! When he sees you working on a beautiful Huntress* cosplay, he works on his own Leatherface to go with you.

•He surprises you with his cosplay the day you show up at the con, holding your hand and staying in character you two are a BLAST

•YOU WIN THE COSPLAY CONTEST! He's so impressed! Hell, he's so in LOVE! He runs on stage to pick you up and spin you around peppering you with the usual amount of kisses, he's so proud of you and he just had to be there for such an amazing accomplishment!

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HOPE YOU ENJOY!

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@teamyellboss​ said:

❣️ im here for u reisi

Unlike when Piers had caught him underneath a (poorly placed, to him) mistletoe, Reisi made sure not to make this ‘mistake’ known. He had glanced up, momentarily, only to smile slightly and to look back toward the musician besides him.

Bringing his hand to his mouth, clearing his throat to get the other man’s attention, he went to pull Piers’ face toward his own:             Placing a soft, gentle kiss onto the man’s lips.

It didn’t last as long as the one he had given him earlier, but he trailed a hand down Piers’ face - another going to pull and hold him closer.

After a couple of seconds, he pulled away with a small, small smirk on his lips.

“You’ll get more on Christmas Eve. . .~”

                                                                Oho.