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A Perfect Gift

Summary: Last minute Christmas shopping with Tim, and you can't decide what to get him. (Tim Drake x reader)

Word Count: 1.8K

Notes: Interesting posting schedule coming up- so be warned! I can't believe I didn't write more for Tim in Angstober?? Guess I'm gonna have to write him some unseasonal angst in the future.

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"Come on, surely you know what to get them." You laugh at Tim as you walk along the streets of the shopping district in Gotham, hands interlocked and swinging gently. He puffs out his cheeks, shaking his head defeatedly. "I do not. That's why you're here." he argues.

"Why don't you try getting them something they don't have? Something useful?"

"Babe. They're Waynes. There is not a single thing here that they need or haven't already bought themselves." he points out with a sigh, his blue eyes flicking over the boutique mannequins as you walk past.

You hum. "That's true." you say as you reach a hand out to pick some snow from his hair, the soft white powder beginning to fall from the sky once again. It had snowed earlier in the day, leaving everything in a blanket of white, but in true Gotham fashion it had turned to brown icy sludge within hours. "It just means that we need to find something that they didn't know they needed."

With a tug on his hand, you pull him into a store, bell ringing softly as you entered the warm display room. Little did Tim know that you were looking for something for him as well. He had been teasing you since the start of the month, saying that he had already picked out something for you and that you were going to love it. You had responded almost immediately, competitive and determined to get him an equally good, if not better, gift. However now it was only a few days before Christmas, and you were still empty handed. Not only that, but it was also going to be your first Christmas with the Waynes. Your family had decided to have a location Christmas, opting to try out a warmer Christmas for once and escape the cold grasp of Gotham. You had been invited, but who could refuse spending a Christmas with Tim?

You caught a glimpse of him from the corner of your eye, studying his expression. He was chewing his lip between his teeth, eyes scanning the store anxiously. It was almost like you could hear the gears in his head turning, trying to scan for something that his brothers and sisters would like. You decide it's time to strike, pulling him in further with you.

"See anything you like?"

His eyes flick to you, but he only hums low in his throat. "I don't think Jason would like anything here. Dick might, but I don't know his sizes. And that watch over there," he points to one in a display. "I was going to get Bruce that, but Duke said he already got it for him. If we check the women's I might find something for Steph or Babs, Cass would probably not like anything from that section, it's not really her style. Oh, but Stephanie will probably get offended if I pick clothes and get it wrong, so definitely not that-"

You sigh as he rambles, the stress in his eyes resurfacing. You try to trace the store where he looks, hoping to catch sight of something that he looks at for more than three seconds.

The first store is a bust for you both, and you venture back into the cold.

You always had trouble with giving Tim gifts. Really, what could you buy for the son of a billionaire who had everything he could ever want? It seemed like the amount of trouble Tim was having with his family was the exact same issue you were having with him. You let out a sigh, anxiety building in your chest.

When you and Tim had first met, you weren't even sure if he liked you. You were study partners in university, who weren't even taking the same classes. Was sharing the same table at the same time in the library considered a first date? You couldn't even call it the talking stage, considering the library was pin silent at all times. If anything, the talking was done through small smiles and tiny nods. His first present to you had been before you had even been dating.

You had rocked up to the library for the new semester to pick up your textbooks and pay off the balance for it, only for the librarian to tell you that someone by the last name 'Drake' had come in earlier to pay for his and your own. Shocked you had piled them into your arms, not knowing who your mysterious donor was until you saw the sticky notes and familiar scribble on top. "Hope to see you around again this semester- Tim Drake.'

You had dated shortly into the new semester, and since then he had been the perfect gift giver. Six-month anniversary he got you an engraved tag pendant with the names of your close family members that lived outside of Gotham, after you had told him how you wished you could see them more. In comparison you had saved up for a watch that cost you around $200, and you had been really proud of it.

Yet that was crushed the first time you went to his place, and you saw the watch box of luxury timepieces, all engraved with nice messages. Most of them were from Bruce, but there was a nicely worn one (clearly a favourite) signed off by Alfred. Since then, you had felt this low embarrassment whenever he wore the watch you gave him. Despite your gentle protests he never took it off, even if it didn't go with his outfit that night or glinted garishly in the flash of the paparazzi camera. So, this time, you wanted something perfect.

As the evening drew on you had managed to help him get the perfect gifts for everyone, his arms slowly filling with shopping bags. You had suggested getting Haley something and gifting to Dick, so you had gone to a pet boutique and bought a new black and blue collar, with a sturdy lead to match knowing how strong she could be at times. You couldn't help but throw a scarf in there for her too.

Damian (who Tim was begrudging to get a gift for but still didn't want to leave him out) received some treats for Titus alongside a set of new sketching pencils since the youngest Wayne had been running out, yet too busy as Robin to refill them just yet. You both had taken a decent amount of time trying to remember what brand he liked, knowing that there would be a barbed backhanded comment coming your way if you didn't get the right ones.

Jason got a new leather satchel that would fit nicely on his bike and was weather proofed. You didn't expect more than a gruff thanks aimed in your direction, considering his aloofness (you weren't sure if he wasn't a fan of you in particular or if he was just uncomfortable being in the manor in general). But you snuck a notebook in there when Tim wasn't looking, hoping to win over the gruff brother.

'For when you have late stakeouts' you had written on the front, signing your name after. 'So, you can put down your writing, so you don't forget it.'

Duke got a new box of booster packs for the card game he was collecting, and thankfully your university friend let you know that the new series had just landed, meaning there was a good chance that Duke hadn't gotten his hands on it yet. Cass was given a year's membership to the Gotham City Art Gallery, which also allowed her to go late at night with fewer members of the public if she wanted a quieter experience. Steph and Barbara got given gift packs from the spa they often visited together, as well as a bottomless brunch in the new year at their favourite cafe. Alfred had been tricky, but you suggested a new tea set for his personal use. It was simple, white with very little flourishes, but you had gotten his name printed in fine gold on the teacups. Something that belonged only to him.

Then it had been trying to find something for Bruce himself. You had gotten stuck with that yourself. The most you had been able to do was settle for a nice handwritten card from the both of you, alongside a vintage bottle of port. Bruce could buy that himself a thousand times over if he wished, but it was the thought that counted, right?

Despite the thoughts that 'counted', you were still lost on what to get Tim for Christmas. You had run through everything in your mind, and everything he looked at. Yet his face was mostly indifferent as he focused on shopping for everyone else, making it near impossible for you to gauge his interest in things. Finally, as you were headed back to the pick-up spot so he could call Alfred, you dug your heels into the pavement. He bounced back lightly, your joined hands stopping him from going any further.

"Are you okay?" he asks, bags bouncing in his arms.

"What do you want for Christmas?" you ask bluntly. The stress was reaching its peak, surprising him be damned. You don't know you could face the embarrassment in front of everyone if you got him something that he didn't like. Tim tilts his head, eyebrows pinching together.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," you take a deep breath. "What do you want? there's not much I can give you that you can’t get yourself, or that the others aren't going to give you. So, what's one thing that I can give you that others can't?"

He takes a moment before putting the bags down on the ground and giving you a soft smile. He wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you lightly. "You."

your heart thuds at the proximity and the tenderness in his voice, his eyes searching yours. "And not in that way. I just want to spend Christmas with you. Make that house feel more like a home. Make the manor a little less haunted. That's all I could ever ask from you, silly."

he bumps his forehead against yours, making you chuckle breathily. His lips graze across yours lightly, but before you could lean forward there was a honk of Alfred arriving.

Tim pulls back, leaning down to grab half of the bags while you grabbed the others. "Come on," he gestures with a tilt of his head. "You can join us for dinner. Alfred makes the best Sunday roast."

As you watched him slide into the car, the ball of worry dissipated in your chest. You settled on a gift for him.

If home is what he wanted, then surely a locket of you two would be a portable sanctuary.

[seramilla]

May I propose that for a fun twist, that when Vaggie goes dress shopping with her mamá and hermanas she tries every single thing but the white just gives her the ick reminding her of Heaven a bit too much. So Carmilla picks out something unconventional for her. A red and black wedding dress…one that has a slit going up to her thigh that shows off the black lacey wedding garter.

Before meeting Charlie, the thought of "marriage" and "Vaggie" in the same sentence had never computed in Vaggie's mind. Even when she and Charlie had started dating, she hadn't been sure marriage was in the stars for her. It seemed like something other people did, but not her. But then Charlie had proposed to her, and Vaggie's entire outlook had been turned on its head. Vaggie had of course said yes, and now it's up to her to figure out what that means for herself.

The only problem is, Vaggie has no idea how to plan for a wedding, or what to even wear, for that matter. She's never been to one, and has no idea what the ceremony even entails. Thankfully, she now has a mother who had been married at one point when she was alive, and two older sisters more than willing to provide an...age-appropriate opinion, so that Carmilla doesn't get carried away, as mothers are often wont to do.

Don't get her wrong, Vaggie values Carmilla's opinion...she just thinks Odette and Clara might provide some much-needed...perspective. Carmilla was married a long time ago...and times have changed since then.

Case in point: Carmilla is old-school, and drags Vaggie, who is very nearly on the verge of puking, through a boutique stacked floor to ceiling with the most gaudy white and white-adjacent wedding gowns Vaggie thinks she's ever seen. Carmilla says it's tradition, and just the way things are usually done. White has been the color of choice for brides for generations of women -- mostly for reasons like tradition, symbolism, personal preference, and just carrying down the same outfits from generation to generation.

The only problem is, Vaggie hates white. Hates it. It reminds her of Heaven and empty platitudes and purity culture and asshole nobles who had called her and the other Exorcists "ruffians" for not embracing the typical snow-white and pastel attire adorned by almost everyone else up there.

Vaggie tries on a few white and lighter-colored dresses, because she loves Carmilla, and a part of her really wants Carmilla's approval in this. But after about the fourth or fifth one, she can feel the bile creeping up the back of her throat at the thought of trying on another. When Carmilla tries to shove the next dress into her arms, Vaggie puts her foot down.

"Mama!" Vaggie huffs, pushing the next dress away. "Look...I really appreciate you wanting to help me, but I just don't like any of this stuff. Isn't there something that doesn't make me look so...angelic?"

"Give it up, Mama," Clara says, doing her best not to laugh at Carmilla's "How-Dare-You!" expression. Odette covers her mouth in amusement, also trying not to laugh. The overlord is simply doing her best...but Carmilla can be a little overbearing when it comes to shopping with her daughters. She has very strong opinions. Odette and Clara had tried to warn Vaggie beforehand, but the fallen angel is clearly discovering it now.

Carmilla sighs heavily. "All right. What colors do you want?"

Vaggie twiddles her fingers. It's a little embarrassing...but ever since meeting Charlie, the red aesthetic just does it for her. They both wear it so often at the hotel, that it's just become a part of her outfit rotation. She mentions to Carmilla, "Something red?"

Carmilla, "Hmmms" under her breath, looking around the store until something catches her eye. She then drags Clara and Odette along with her, as if to gauge their opinion on whatever she's found. A few minutes later, her mother and sisters return with a few different pieces. Carmilla likes one in particular more than the others...but again, Odette and Clara override her, saying there's way too many sequins and lace, and it's not flattering on Vaggie at all. They make their own suggestions, taking Vaggie's preferences into consideration.

Ultimately, Vaggie settles on a gorgeous red wedding dress, with black around the bust and inner lining, and a slit going up the side to expose a black lace garter underneath. Vaggie blushes to herself, just knowing instinctively Charlie will love it. Charlie loves red on her. She makes a mental note to help Charlie find a sexy red suit to match.

Odette and Clara go on the hunt for some matching accessories, and Vaggie honestly just wants to hug the two of them. Carmilla means well...and she did manage to find a pair of banger shoes to go along with the dress...but her sisters had really stepped up for her, in more ways than one. All in all, the family works together to make this process as enjoyable as possible, and come away with something that Vaggie, and Charlie, will appreciate for the rest of their lives.

Vaggie decides that even though she isn't much of a shopper, it's nice to be able to spend time together as a family like this. Even with all the little quirks and annoyances that go along with it. She will take the good and the bad. Because it's all part and parcel of finally having what she's always wanted most -- people who love her.

[jadeshifting]

🫀 SHIFTMAS

day 14. WHAT’S YOUR DR CHRISTMAS SHOPPING SPREE LIKE? do you wander through twinkling markets, sipping mulled wine and picking out thoughtful gifts? or are you hitting luxurious boutiques, wrapping up extravagant surprises? 

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★⋆. — the holiday shopping spree kicks off like a Black Friday fever dream—except with much better outfits and zero elbow-throwing

★⋆. — accompanied by Pansy, Millicent, Astoria, and Daphne, i strut into Diagon Alley armed with galleons, a vague gift list, and zero restraint

★⋆. — first stop? Twilfitt and Tattings, where we swipe cashmere scarves for Theo, dragon-hide gloves for Mattheo, and emerald-studded cufflinks for Draco—though i “accidentally” add a velvet cloak with silver embroidery to my own pile

★⋆. — Pansy spots an enchanted clutch that whispers compliments to its owner and grabs one for herself and Daphne, who immediately starts testing its sass

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★⋆. — Madam Primpernelle’s is our next stop, where we pick up up monogrammed skincare sets for Millicent’s mum and stumble across a perfume so intoxicating that i splurge on a bottle “for my mother,” but everyone knows it’s for my own vanity table

★⋆. — Millicent, ever the practical one, snags charmed self-heating teacups for her cousins

★⋆. — Astoria picks up delicate moonstone earrings for her sister and a rose quartz charm for her favorite professor

★⋆. — Daphne? she’s busy commissioning custom quills in every color imaginable at Scribbulus, slipping in a glittering emerald pen for herself because why not?

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★⋆. — Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlor has been decked out with garlands, so naturally, it’s our lunch break locale

★⋆. — we sip hot chocolate topped with glittering peppermint shavings and nibble on spiced ginger cookies while debating whether to brave the chaos of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes

★⋆. — (spoiler: we do, and walk out with a bag of prank sweets we’ll 100% regret later)

★⋆. — i splurge on a tiny enchanted snow globe at a hidden Knockturn Alley shop—it’s said to predict your future snowfall, which feels too chic not to buy

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★⋆. — by the time the day winds down, Daphne’s heels are clicking slower, Pansy’s arms are full of satin gift bags, and i’m sipping on a frothy peppermint cream latte while we recap our “selfless” gift haul

★⋆. — naturally, there’s a consensus to head back tomorrow for more “last-minute things”—because, really, what’s Christmas without a little excess?

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[sleekervae]

Wicked Games ❅ 22

Masterlist

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x socialite!fem!reader

Summary: sable's emerging realization

Warnings: bridal boutiques (idk they could be lol)

Word Count: 2,524

The bridal boutique was a vision of elegance, with rows of gleaming white gowns and glittering accessories reflecting the soft golden light from the chandeliers above. The scent of fresh flowers mixed with the subtle hum of laughter and conversation, creating an atmosphere of excitement and anticipation. Sable sat quietly in one of the plush velvet chairs, her eyes drifting over the room as her sister, Selene, stood on the pedestal in the center of it all, the undeniable focus of everyone’s attention.

Selene twirled gently in the full-length mirror, admiring the gown she was trying on—a stunning white ball gown, adorned with delicate lace and intricate beadwork that shimmered as she moved. The dress fit her perfectly, the bodice hugging her waist before cascading into a sea of fabric that pooled elegantly around her feet. The look on Selene's face said everything—she was enchanted.

"Well?" Eleanor asked, standing off to the side, her posture regal as she watched her daughter with an approving smile. Her sharp eyes, always so critical, softened in this moment. She could tell Selene had found the dress.

Sable couldn't help but smile, too. The dress was breathtaking—everything she knew her sister would want. Even surrounded by Selene's friends, with their Capitol-esque names and dazzling personalities, Sable’s attention was solely on her sister. She could see the way Selene's face lit up, how she swayed lightly in the gown as if imagining herself walking down the aisle.

"It’s perfect," one of Selene’s friends cooed, her voice sweet and full of admiration. "You look like a dream, Selene."

Another chimed in, her manicured fingers delicately adjusting one of the lace sleeves. "Absolutely divine. It's like it was made for you."

Selene’s eyes sparkled as she met her sister’s gaze through the mirror. There was a silent exchange between them—one that spoke of their history, their bond, and the path that had brought them both here. Sable, ever the quieter of the two, offered her sister a small but knowing smile. She could tell how much this moment meant to Selene.

"You love it, don’t you?" Sable asked softly, though she already knew the answer.

Selene turned, the fabric of the dress swirling around her like a cloud, her smile growing even wider. "I do," she said with a breathless laugh, her excitement palpable. "I absolutely do."

Sable watched her sister, so full of joy and hope for the future, and though the warmth of the moment was infectious, there was a tiny flicker of something deeper within her—a mix of pride and a strange sense of distance. It was as if she were watching from the edge of something monumental, one foot in and one foot out.

Eleanor couldn’t hide the awe in her voice as she gazed at Seline in her wedding gown. “I'm so proud of you, Seline,” she murmured, a note of disbelief in her tone as she took her eldest's hand “Both of you,” she turned to Sable, taking her hand as well, "You've both come so far, chosen so well, I couldn't be happier,"

That was the first time in a long time Sable had heard those words come from her mother: "I'm proud of you". Sable watched as her mother’s pride practically radiated through the room. Seline, glowing in her reflection, twirled slightly, her gown catching the light. The reality of it all struck Sable in that moment, sharp and sudden. Seline would soon be off to begin her life with Lassen—everything was perfect for them. The engagement had been so seamless, so romantic. Lassen had proposed just six months into their relationship, and now, with the wedding only a few weeks away, it all seemed like the dream ending their family had hoped for.

Sable, standing to the side, couldn’t help but let her thoughts drift. Six months. The same amount of time she’d known Coriolanus. Yet, the terms of their "proposal" were far from romantic. The bargain they’d struck had been rooted in strategy, survival, mutual ambition—nothing like the fairytale romance Seline and Lassen shared.

She glanced at her sister, noting the way Seline beamed as she admired herself in the gown. The look in her eyes, the unspoken joy, was something Sable couldn't ignore. Deep down, it stirred something in her—a desire she hadn’t allowed herself to fully confront before.

Her mind wandered back to Coriolanus. Their arrangement had never been about love or tenderness. But now, as everything around her felt wrapped in the warmth of her sister’s love story, Sable couldn’t help but wonder if she wanted something more, if she allowed herself to want more.

Phillip Hanover stood in the dim light of his study, methodically organizing his scattered papers, vials, and notes. His hands moved with purpose, but his mind was elsewhere, simmering in frustration over the political outcome. Coriolanus Snow had won—through survival, not merit—and Phillip found the thought intolerable. He was a man of logic, of science, and nothing about this victory made sense. Yet, despite his seething resentment, there was one small comfort: Sable was safe. The relief of seeing her unharmed, after the chaos of the gala, softened the sting of his disappointment.

He was still organizing vials and notes when the sharp, calculated knock echoed through the quiet room. Phillip straightened, setting a stack of papers aside before crossing to the door. When he opened it, Volumnia Gaul stood there, flanked by her usual contingent of silent, expressionless handlers. Her cold eyes swept over the room before they landed on Phillip with a predatory gleam.

“Dr. Hanover,” she greeted, her voice laced with a dangerous politeness. “I trust everything is ready?”

Phillip nodded, stepping back to allow her and her entourage inside. “Of course, Dr. Gaul. I’ve been expecting you.”

Gaul moved with an eerie grace as she crossed the threshold, her handlers trailing behind like shadows. She glanced around the room with vague interest before turning her sharp gaze back to Phillip. “I hope there are no complications. We are expecting perfection from your product.”

“There are no complications,” Phillip replied confidently, moving toward a locked drawer in the corner of his lab. He retrieved a small, glass vial—clear, with no visible signs of its lethality. To the untrained eye, it was nothing more than water, but Phillip knew the deadly potential it held. Or so he believed.

What he didn’t know, what he couldn’t have imagined, was that Sable had already switched the true poison for a harmless dupe. In the heat of their shared desperation and the meticulous planning behind her and Coriolanus’s plot, she had taken the vial and replaced it with ordinary water, ensuring that whatever Volumnia Gaul received would be utterly useless.

Phillip handed the vial to Gaul with a practiced air of confidence, his chest swelling slightly with pride. “Here it is,” he said, the faintest hint of satisfaction in his tone. “Everything you asked for.”

Gaul took the vial, holding it up to the light as her lips curled into a faint, calculating smile. For a moment, she inspected it in silence, her fingers delicately turning the small bottle as if admiring its simplicity. Then, with a sharp nod, she handed it off to one of her handlers, who immediately tucked it into a secure case.

"Very good," Gaul said, her eyes never leaving Phillip. “You’ve done well, Dr. Hanover. Our partnership is most appreciated, though you understand that there are certain expectations in place should your product not meet its promises.”

Phillip met her gaze, unflinching. “I assure you, there will be no disappointments.”

Gaul’s smile widened slightly, though it never reached her eyes. “I’ll hold you to that.”

Without another word, she turned on her heel, her entourage moving with swift efficiency to follow her. Phillip watched them leave, a sense of triumph washing over him. Everything had gone according to plan—or so he believed.

Coriolanus straightened his cuffs, the silver gleam catching the soft morning light filtering through the penthouse windows. Each movement was deliberate, a return to control after a week of unpredictability. His reflection stared back at him in the mirror—pale but steady, focused. The poison had nearly claimed him, but now, dressed in his usual tailored suit, he felt like himself again, ready to face the world that eagerly awaited his return.

The sound of the front door closing behind Sable pulled him from his thoughts. She walked in, carrying a few glossy bridal magazines in one hand and a delicate bouquet of white flowers in the other. He caught the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes before she masked it with a smile.

"How was it?" Coriolanus asked as he adjusted his collar. He glanced at her through the mirror, noting the subtle tension in her shoulders.

Sable set the flowers down on the coffee table with unusual care, her fingers lingering on the petals. "Fine. Seline is happy," she replied, her voice lighter than her expression. "She's already fussing over bridesmaid dresses, too,"

Coriolanus turned to face her, studying her closely. He could sense the undercurrent of her unease, how rattled she still was after everything. "You don’t seem excited about it."

She shrugged, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “It’s not that. It’s just… I've been thinking a lot,” she stopped herself, biting her lip.

“About what?” he finished, his voice quiet but pointed. He crossed the room to her, his fingers brushing lightly over the magazines she’d discarded.

Sable looked up at him, her eyes betraying the storm she’d been holding back. “Everything,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. "Not just the... what we did last week. But everything we've done,"

He reached out, resting a hand on her arm, his touch grounding her. “We came out on the other side, Sable. We won,"

Sable's voice faltered as she looked at Coriolanus, her gaze softening in a way that felt different, like she was pulling back a veil of her own making. "You won," she pointed out, "But this…our arrangement, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. I thought I could handle it, but after everything…"

Coriolanus watched her, his brow furrowed. "What are you saying?"

She stepped closer, the space between them narrowing, but it didn’t feel intimate—it felt fragile. “I don’t want it to be transactional anymore. You don’t have to keep your end of the deal, Coriolanus. You don’t have to marry me.”

His breath caught in his throat. “What? Where is this coming from?” His hand tightened slightly on her arm, not possessive, but enough to let her know he was still there.

“I wanted security,” she admitted, her voice shaking as her words flowed. “I wanted a way out of the life I had. And I thought that… this bargain—was a way for both of us to get what we wanted.”

Coriolanus said nothing, his eyes steady on hers, waiting for her to finish.

“But now…” she trailed off, taking a breath before continuing. “After everything, after almost losing you—" her voice cracked, "I can’t just pretend like my feelings haven’t changed. That I haven’t changed."

He blinked, the weight of her words settling into him, the clarity of her vulnerability cutting through the transactional nature that had governed so much of their relationship. His chest tightened, and for the first time in a long while, he was speechless.

Sable ran her hand through her hair, pacing in a small circle, clearly flustered. "I don’t want a bargain anymore, Coriolanus. I don’t want you to feel like you owe me something.”

“I don’t feel that way,” he replied, but his voice was quieter than he intended. His throat tightened with the uncertainty her words stirred in him.

“You don’t have to,” she whispered, coming to a stop in front of him. "I don't want you to."

He stared at her, seeing her in a new light—not as someone he’d outmaneuvered or strategized with, but as someone who had given far more than he’d realized. Her fragility caught him off-guard. His chest tightened with something unfamiliar, and he reached out, gently cupping her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek.

"Sable..."

“We’re not competitors," she whispered, "I've gotten comfortable with you. Not because we made a deal, but because we’ve walked through the fire together. We lead two different lives, different ideals—" her voice broke, "And I won’t make you keep up with me. You've got the whole country to keep up with, after all,"

He held her gaze for a long moment, her words settling deep in him. Something inside him shifted—something beyond ambition, beyond strategy. For the first time, he truly considered what it would mean to be with her not out of obligation, but out of choice.

He exhaled slowly, his thumb still tracing the outline of her cheek. "I want to be beside you, Sable. Not because I have to." His voice was low, steady. "Because I choose to."

Sable’s breath hitched, her eyes glistening as she stared up at him, crossing her arms over her chest, "Do you mean that?"

Coriolanus nodded, the weight of his own words still sinking in. For so long, every decision he made had been calculated, a step toward his ultimate ambition. But now, standing there with Sable, he felt a rare clarity—a realization that there were other paths he could walk, paths not entirely driven by power and strategy.

"I do," he answered, his voice firm yet softened by the truth of it. "But that doesn't mean I’m abandoning everything I’ve worked for."

Sable’s expression faltered briefly, but she swallowed her hesitation, nodding. "I would never ask you to." She stepped closer, the tension still evident in her posture, but there was a quiet acceptance in her eyes. "But will you do me favour, at least?"

"Sure,"

"Stay here," she told him, "]The inauguration isn't until next week," her fingers grazed the material of his collar, "I think the people will be fine fir just a while longer,"

For a moment, Coriolanus hesitated. His mind instinctively flickered to the plans still in motion, the maneuvers he needed to make in the days ahead. But in that instant, those ambitions felt distant—far removed from the gravity of this moment with her. Her hands were firm but gentle on his chest, lulling him into her presence.

He gave a small smile, cupping her cheek with his hand. "I’ll stay."

Sable’s breath hitched as she let her shoulders drop, sinking into Coriolanus’s touch. His arm wrapped around her waist, steadying her, as if his mere presence could absorb the tension that had wound tightly in her since the chaos of the gala. She closed her eyes, leaning her head against his chest, her heart pounding with the relief she hadn’t yet allowed herself to feel.

For the first time in longer than he could remember, Coriolanus didn’t need to plan or plot. The world outside could wait. There was no strategy to unfold, no game to win—just the quiet, grounding comfort of being beside her. His fingers brushed her hair gently, his other hand resting against her back as he held her close.

For now, ambition could wait.

[avampyone]

Prompt #25: Aesthete

Characters: Arazul and Cecilia De'fleur, mention of Jacques

Synopsis: The siblings speak of art and eternity.

Setting: Sharlayan, Archon's design.

Warning - None.

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The brightness of the sun blazing overhead gave cause to relief Sharalyan of the icy chill and any remaining patches of snow that dusted the grass. Despite the wonderful weather, Dr Arazul would have been content to remain locked away in his study when he found a new sort of focus to center his thoughts upon.

In several distillation experiments, he finally processed alcohol that should boost the drinker’s immune system and help to prevent oncoming illness. Yet, the doctor pondered if there was a way to strengthen the effects and see how much medicine could be brought to its highest potential.

Arazul’s plans were soon thwarted by an unexpected visit by his sister, Cecilia, who thoughtfully packed him breakfast and informed him since their father and mother were away that he would be accompanying her with her shopping to find a new dress for the upcoming Studium ball. In truth, he recognized he needed a small break from his research and made no complaints to the diversion.

A few hours later after visiting several boutiques, Arazul initially thought of carrying all her packages home but realized there were far too many to do so and opted to have them sent back. He himself took the opportunity to buy a new coat or two. On the way back, he noticed that it happened to be the first opening of the Art club’s new exhibition for the season. Naturally, Cecilia’s expression remained thoroughly puzzled by him of all people to make such a suggestion.

The heart of the truth was that Arazul was a devoted lover of art even if he would never admit it out loud. Nor would he admit any details of him making frequent visits here when time afforded him such a luxury. Artists were not so very different from himself he found – continuously working to perfect their craft and rather passionate.

At the entrance, Arazul passed the professor staffing the table at the front a small pouch of gil for the admission fee to go inside. They both walked slowly side by side with Cecilia pointing now and then usually at an abstract picture of a moogle and other such creatures that caught her eye.

He paused to stare with hooded eyes at one particular painting that outlined the evening sun slowly setting beyond the sea’s horizon. This was all painted in various hues of red that traveled down ultimately into the waving crimson sea below.

Noting the locks of gold a few shades darker than his own from the corner of his eye, the doctor thought to turn away as if to show no interest but Cecilia was too perceptive for that, “Oh! Is this one your favorite, brother? To think of it, your jackets are all various shades of red too. Surprising you do not choose something more austere – like our father prefers to wear.”

“Are you serious...? Our father dresses more modestly than even a priest would. He would think even a single glance at a piece of art to be a waste of precious time. Considering that, it would be in our best interests if you told them nothing of our visit here today.” Arazul’s tone lowered to the end like he wished no one to hear. Their father had many friends around after all.

Cecilia lifted her hand to her lips to cover her soft chuckle and nodded all too happily at the thought, “Of course! You know he scolded me right before they left on their journey for buying a treat at the market. Hmm, I guess that would be why you kept your fondness for art a secret ..What do you like about it?” Her eyes that were a deep emerald green like their mother’s own glanced between him and the painting in pure curiosity.

Arazul glanced down from the painting, his hand slowly curling into a fist at his side in the barest hint of anxiety – he had never had to explain this before since no one had ever asked him, “For me, art is the only thing that possesses a sense of longevity on this star.”

His gloved hands beckoned out to the pieces on display, all of them a moment set forever in time, “All of these pieces will continue to exist long after all of us are gone, you know? Their creators leaving a piece of themselves – their vision as if immortalizing themselves in their creations…”

With a tilt to her head, Cecilia hummed thoughtfully before she suddenly entwined her arms about the many books-likely romance novels against her chest with a dreamy giggle, “That is where you are wrong, brother! I’ve read fables about them. Beautiful ashkin roaming the night, living for an eternity! Ahh, just imagine it- A lovely count or countess inviting you to their castle to greet with a bouquet of roses and dancing!” Her voice peaked with a little squeal and clap of her hands at the thought of the romantic gesture.

Arazul barked out a bit of laughter, shaking his head at his sister. It was clear she was reading some new material, “Quite imaginative, Cecilia. If they are anything like the stories I’ve read, they would rather dine on our necks than aim any of their ill-conceived romantic notions at us. If they exist at all...” He waved his hand dismissively when he began to turn to make his way to the next painting to view.

“Arazul! Come now, why must you ruin everything...”

[yzeltia]

Closer to You

Chapter 8 Characters: Natsu Obinata, Fuyu'li cen Zwhan, Claudien, Y'zel Tia, Varshahn, Jannie Eyradoux Rating: T for Teen Notes: Unsure if this needed a tag, but there is a scene where Natsu will Echo off Claudien and his perception of Y'zel in the wake of being intimate together. Thank you @driftward for the mechanics pass and dealing with my walnuttery

The trip to Old Sharlayan was mostly silent. Jannie able to use aetheryte, had left them to travel on their own, the Elezen trusting Natsu to keep Fuyu'li under a watchful eye. This hadn't gone entirely without incident. They argued about Fuyu'li continuing to wear his Garlean garb until Natsu finally convinced him to at least store his coat. Otherwise, any attempt at conversation quickly was put to rest, Natsu still not ready to forgive her friend. 

Docked in the harbor, the two exited the boat, Fuyu'li shivering as snow flurried about them. “I would very much liked to have had my coat for this weather,” he chattered before letting out a gasp as he looked up to the statue of Thaliak in awe.

“We will find you a coat. Miss Tataru has a boutique here,” Natsu said, looking around for Jannie as they moved onto the busy plaza.

Not having much luck finding Jannie, the two found themselves at the Last Stand, tiding themselves over with a much needed warm meal as they waited. As they ate, Fuyu'li raved over their Garlean cuisine, not seeming to notice Natsu was still uninterested in engaging with him, the girl picking at a mound of mashed popotos until decidedly interrupting him with her thoughts. “What did you mean I have no one precious to me?”

Fuyu'li blinked, setting down his fork as he tilted his head, “If you meant when we were having our disagreement I-”

“There was no disagreement. You were just wrong,” Natsu interrupted sharply.

“Right, ah…Well, I…mostly said it in the heat of the moment.”

“Well, it didn't come from nowhere,” Natsu sulked.

Fuyu’li hung his head. “Well, I mostly said it to hurt you. To make you stop trying to get in my way,” he admitted before shaking his head, “It is just that you said that you’ve got no one to miss you. Our journey here together was for you to find a connection to your past…I had the impression that I was your first and only friend.”

Natsu recoiled a little, not meeting Fuyu’li’s searching gaze. She shivered a little before looking out toward the sea, “I think, at the time, you were. Maybe still are. I’ve met so many nice people and yet I was so preoccupied with finding my brother I haven’t really made the time to connect. Especially after you just disappeared…”

“I shouldn’t have done that. I should have went to find you. If I hadn’t been fooled you wouldn’t have been left alone…”

“It worked out,” Natsu said before cutting into her potatoes with her knife and fork only to realize the fruitlessness of the action.

Fuyu’li snickered a bit, followed by Natsu joining in, starting to laugh. The jovial moment was brief, but seemed to lighten the tension enough for the latter to start opening up, telling her friend about finding a lead on her brother, and that lead bringing her to Gage Acquisitions. She told of him of Leonnioux’s kindness and what had sent her on the journey that brought them back together.

“The imposter…killed someone,” Fuyu’li asked in a small voice.

“Yes, they did,” Natsu answered.

“Oh Natsu. I’m so sorry. I didn’t…I’m such a fool,” he said in a near whisper.

“It’s not like you killed him,” Natsu said before, “Besides, now that we’re together I can make sure you stay out of trouble this time. After I find Violet and the others, we can go back to Thavnair and see your master and his sister.”

Fuyu’li brightened up, “Really!?”

“Yes, assuming at the end of this you don’t find yourself behind bars or worse.”

The Miqo’te gulped, then hung his head while Natsu straightened up and started to eat. As she started to eat properly, she caught the gaze of a man staring at her from afar, a tall Hyur with golden hair and fiery-orange eyes. Cautiously she returned to her meal, avoiding looking back toward him until Fuyu’li offered a “Hello” as the stranger arrived at the edge of their table.

“Hello,” the man said, looking down at them both, trying to catch the girl’s attention, “Are you Natsu Obinata by chance?”

Dropping her fork, Natsu looked up then wiped her mouth with a napkin politely. “I”m sorry, have we met,” she asked, weary of the stranger.

“We’ve shared correspondence. I’m Claudien, Y’zel’s partner…er, that sounds too formal, and I think lover might sound too sordid. Boyfriend though seems to not have the gravity of our situation though,” the man said, getting lost in his answer before shaking his head, “Sorry. That’s neither here nor there. I spotted you from afar and your friend here’s blue coloring in his ears and tail were as you’d described in your letters.”

“You wrote about me,” Fuyu’li asked.

“Yes, I briefly wrote about you worried you’d gotten yourself lost before I settled on being angry about being abandoned,” Natsu answered before looking at Claudien as he joined them at their table, “It’s good to find a friendly face here. We’ve been waiting on our friend, but she hasn’t come.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. If you need a place to stay I have an apartment you’re welcome to. Y’zel hasn’t come around lately though, if you’re hoping to run into him. I’ve left him notes on the matter but he hasn’t left me anything more than well wishes. To be honest, the only reason I know he’s been home are the little notes. I imagine his work has been keeping him busy and of course he has to check in on Leonnioux and then Ioh does his surprise outings,” Claudien mused before frowning as Natsu suddenly put her hand over her mouth and recoiled, “Did I say something wrong?”

“It’s just that…have you not heard?” Natsu asked, “Leon he…he was murdered.”

Claudien froze, staring at Natsu before looking off into space. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I found the body.”

The man pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling a bit before shaking whatever he was feeling off. “Does Y’zel know? No, you would have said if you’d found him. I need to find him. Leon…he was a good friend and…this couldn’t come at a worse time…I need to find Y’zel. I have to be the one to tell him.”

Natsu frowned, watching the other’s eyes start to water a bit as he became rather distracted, looking around the Last Stand in a bit of a panic. Reaching out, she gently rubbed his forearm, “We have reason to believe he already knows. I have the Echo and saw Y’zel find his body.”

Claudien stiffened a bit, putting his hand over Natsu’s as he got control of his breathing, “How long ago was this?”

“Well, it was five days by boat to arrive, and before that two days before we departed, so I suppose just a week.”

“A week…that’s when…,” Claudien trailed before suddenly standing up, “You know my apartment number from our letters, correct? There is a hidden key on the doorframe. You and your friend are welcome there, and I will find you later.”

Natsu shook her head, “Wait. What is it? Can we help? Is it about my brother?”

“I’m not exactly at liberty to discuss it, but I’ll tell you more this evening if my inquiries do not forestall me.”

Natsu shook her head, pulling off her glove to grab the other’s hand. “I need to know about my brother,” she cried out before finding herself slipping into the Echo.

Her heart was racing. If it were not for the papers she’d yet to grade, she’d had long doused the candle for relief from the heat, sweating bare chested at her desk. Laid out on the bench beside her, her love laid wrapped up in her lab coat, the Miqo’te practically swimming in it as his breath labored. Her free hand stroked lightly up his pale thigh, occasionally stealing glances as he played with a strange dark stone, ignoring every attempt at conversation she’d started. Since he’d returned from helping pull his friend from the void, Y’zel had seemed to struggle to hear yet had not admitted to having any hearing loss. With all challenges, she felt she needed to test her hypothesis.

“Today I saw your cousin Y’shtola walking stark naked through the promenade by the Last Stand to serve Ser Vauban a single cup of tea,” she stated, ensuring she spoke plainly with her timbered voice, though did not look at him when she spoke. 

Y’zel didn’t so much as flick an ear in acknowledgement. She turned to face him, letting her hand slide up to pat his stomach to get his attention.

“Mmm. Is something wrrrong,” Y’zel asked, tail flicking to curl around her wrist, flicking his ears in her direction.

“Clearly. Either I’ve put you in a state of absolute euphoria to the point of you losing your senses or you’re suffering acute hearing loss from your reckless aether bleeding and have been using your Echo to compensate for it,” she accused, having noted the other’s ears often flitted toward whoever was speaking to him as of late.

Y’zel looked away, ear folding to stay open toward her, “How did you know?”

“Little things. I have to get your attention by looking directly at you and you’ve been looking more at my lips lately than my eyes. The way your ears move and that when I was whispering into them earlier you didn’t respond beyond moans,” she sighed.

Y’zel pulled at the coat around him then sat up, setting the stone on the desk as he scoot forward, closing the distance between them, “Yes. It’s as you say. I projected my Echo and it seems it came with a price.”

“Zel,” she felt herself coo, rubbing her large hand over the other’s cheek.

“I’d ask that you not mention this to anyone else for now. I’m unsure if this is something I will have to learn to with. Things come in and out, though I’m unsure if it’s just reflexively relying on my power.”

“You need to see a chirurgeon.”

“No. I’m in enough trouble as it is of late. For now, let this stay between us,” Y’zel asked, lowering his ears at he let his blue eyes lift into her gaze. 

She felt his lithe frame press against him, the other giving her a soft kiss. She knew all too well this was his way of getting his way, and she was helpless to resist, putting her arm around his waist to pull him against her strong body.

“If this persists I will make you get help. Perhaps from that Bishop fellow. He seems like the sort to make you think twice about risking your well being after a round with him,” she warned, letting the other leave him to wash up in his sink.

“Where are you off too,” she asked, sighing and getting up from her paperwork to follow the other, turning his chin to face him, “I asked where are you off to?”

“A scholar is inquiring about my work. She wanted me to meet her to discuss it.”

She frowned, watching the other dress as anxiety started to build up within her. She’d reviewed the small publication of his, and though the other had swayed her to believe that their souls were forever linked, he was unsure how well the greater scholarly public might take it. The notion of somehow being incomplete with the shards of their soul scattered amid other realms, it left her ill at ease. She’d never felt like something was missing. Her life was happy and full. “I wish you would have given your draft more time to sit.”

Y’zel scowled and brushed past him, “It’s well documented. You told me to go out and prove my theory and I did. How can you still doubt my findings when you lived the phenomenon itself? Does Erichtonious in you not yearn for the Praxithius in me?”

“Yes, I feel him within me; however, he is not me. I am me. And if we are so star crossed explain Leonnioux? Do you say you love me more because we are cosmically aligned,” she asked before covering her mouth.

Y’zel flicked his tail, eyes narrowing, “You are my primary.”

“But can you say you love me more than him?”

She watched as her lover folded her ears, holding himself for a moment. Her heart raced, an intrusive thought suddenly screaming for him to say yes; but she shook it off as always. Leonnioux was a friend after all and made Y’zel happy.

“Of course I can’t. I love you both…and you’re both…”

“Special in our own way? The gravitation and romance of being a fragment someone else within me who loved a fragment of someone else within you. Leonnioux’s and yours angsty childhood romance. You’ve got your playful rogue too.”

Y’zel remained quiet a moment, biting his lip, “And yet…at one time or another we have all appeared in proximity to one another. They might have not been pat lovers but appeared in other shards alongside me none-the less.”

“And that cannot be a beautiful coincidence? Maybe we are drawn to the people we’ve shared connections with in the past; however, it’s dangerous to call it destiny and imply our lives are incomplete without those missing pieces of a world long forgotten. Anyone that has clung to it has lost themselves and brought others down with them.”

“I’m not clinging to anything but you and my friends.”

She felt herself swallow, the other’s gaze intense. She knew he meant it. “And that scares me as much as it delights me,” she whispered, pulling the other’s wrist up to kiss it, “After Ser Vauban and myself had our respective incidents…I fear you’d set the world afrost should another loved one find themselves in peril. Look how far you went.”

With that, she rubbed Y’zel’s white aether bleached locks between his fingers as she made her point. The Miqo’te purred as she leaned down to kiss his neck. Her body started to heat up again, feeling the need to have him just one more time only to be left wanting as he squirmed free.

“I resent that everyone seems to think I’m on the brink of an apocalyptic meltdown. Speaking of which. I’m thinking you shouldn’t leave your fancy new paperweight out where idle hands can play with it,” Y’zel said, huffing and turning away from her to gather his things.

Sighing, she let him go and returned to the table to pick up the rock and return it to the cabinet he stored it in, setting it on a shelf marked “The Heart of Sabik. She shuddered a bit as she read the name, not wanting to think of what it had wrought him. Wanting to say goodbye, she turned then found Y’zel gone.

“Natsu!? Natsu!?”

She winced as her name was yelled out by Claudien and Fuyu’li. Opening her eyes, she found herself propped up against Claudien’s thigh, he hand squeezing his hand and on the ground. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to…find out more.”

“There would have been plenty of time for that later. You nearly gave me a heart attack,” Claudien breathed out.

Natsu moved, standing on her own before grabbing her glove and slipping it back on. She flushed, having intruded on such a tender moment between her brother and his partner. “I’ll be fine. I’m sorry to keep you. Go check on what you need to and we’ll meet you at your house later.”

Claudien gave a little nod, though seemed to hesitate before taking his leave. Fuyu’li frowned, putting his hand on Natsu’s shoulder, “Are you really okay?”

“I think so…Hey, Fuyu’li…those people you took. They had special gifts like me. Why didn’t you come after me,” she asked, sitting back down to take a rather large drink of water.

The Miqo’te thought for a moment, “I didn’t think to. I wasn’t sure what my master, rather the imposter, wished to do with them. It made sense though as we gathered them. Mikoto could see into the future to help find his sister and the other seemed to be able to open void gates. We’d determined that the dreams they manifested were less dreams and more dipping into places like the void and bringing about things that are connected to a person in some way. Violet then could commune with the dead..I guess I was doing a lot of mental legwork, I didn’t think being able to walk around in someone else’s skin would be pertinent.”

Natsu nodded, “And when studying those people…those with the Echo. Was everything they saw pertinent?”

Fuyu’li nodded, “Yes. It often provided them clarity or an answer. Sometimes people felt that it could misguide them about a situation, but everyone reported to feel that their visions had a purpose and meaning.”

“Then…what is the Heart of-”

“Fuyu’li,” a voice called out with a light Thavnarian accent.

Natsu and her friend’s attention turned toward the voice, finding Jannie wandering up with a tall Auri man in teal garb. She tilted her head, finding the man bearing a striking resemblance to Fuyu’li’s young master. The latter seemed to notice too, seeming to faint back into his chair from shock.

[mamirhodessxox]

Hey There Delilah (Part 11)

(This chapter is more so on the shorter end since I have a little bit of writers block right now for HTD but I promise part 12 will be more in depth!!)

Cody Rhodes x Fem OC!Reader

(Delilah Jones)

Storyline: Delilah was born and raised by the beach in L.A and grew up in a home where her parents expected her to go to Harvard & become a well known woman who marry’s a man who is a lawyer after high school. But that’s not what she wanted, She always wanted to own a boutique/flower shop & she did, once her parents discovered she wouldn’t attend college they left her to fend for herself but allowed her little sister Kinsley to visit or sleep over whenever, Her little sister always had an eye for WWE but Delilah never understood why but little did either of them know one of Delilah’s customers would become well acquainted. (Creds to @alyyaanna for helping me w the storyline)

Contents: Toxic parents, Angst, Fluff, Smut in later chapters, Based in May 2023, Alcohol, Violence, Corruption Kink, Size Kink, Daddy Kink, Crying Kink, Hand Kink, Praise Kink, Fingering, Smutty smut, Brief mention of Cockwarming.

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Cody had made sure to clear his schedule for the entirety of December & get everything over with in all of November as much as he possibly could. He went in and out of town for multiple WWE events and promos but once November was over he was a free man until at-least February. Delilah spent her free time running the shop & even hiring employees to keep the shop held down for the days she couldn’t be there & she was more than glad because she had just discovered Cody would be taking her & the friend group up to Aspen Colorado for the entirety of December.

For weeks on end they all prepared packed & planned things to put on the to do list. It had been a very busy November & once December rolled by the group was already in their rented out cabin in Aspen. This would be their 2nd day & absolutely none of them were prepared for the amount of snow they were seeing. Cody & Lilah were dead asleep in their bed for most of the morning wrapped up in each others embrace.

That was until Lilah & Cody started hearing clatter downstairs in the kitchen causing him to flop his arm over his face sighing out in frustration & then hearing Mira yell at seth “SHUT THE FUCK UP YOUR WAKING UP EVERYBODY!” Seth yelled back “YOUR WAKING UP EVERYBODY JUST AS MUCH AS I AM BY SCREAMING SHIT HEAD, YOU CAN’T EVEN MAKE WAFFLES PROPERLY.” “NEITHER CAN YOU DUMBASS?” Lilah groaned out in exhaustion but Cody immediately got out of bed & put his boxers on followed with pajama pants once he heard Seth scream after Mira threw a metal bowl at him. Cody hustled downstairs dragging the both of them out of the kitchen whispering “Both of you shut the fuck up it’s 5 in the fucking morning, Lilah is trying to sleep & your screaming like fucking children.” He scolded while Mira sat crossing her arms before he went back upstairs undressing himself and crawling back in bed huffing “Fucking morons.” He muttered against Delilah’s bare shoulder while she giggled before closing her eyes enjoying the moment.

Cody breathed into the crook of her neck before placing kisses against her shoulders “g’morning baby.” She smiled at his tired voice and rolled over to face him & lazily kiss him while his hands explored her body “Goodmorning handsome” he chuckled as her legs began to tangle themselves around his while she sighed out softly “Cody..?” She whined out and he hummed “Yes angel?” He asked quietly until he heard her whine in response & smirked again her skin “Already beautiful? You just woke up.” She sighed pawing at his back “Please..” he smiled and pressed his nose against her before giving in, He knew what she wanted & he was going to give her partially what she wanted since they were already exhausted from the previous night. “How about for now you cockwarm me and if you still need more I’ll give you what you really want later hm?” She smiled nodding in agreement but soon let out a soft moan the moment he seethed his cock inside of her, Cody groaned & caressed her hair “Better?”

She smiled nodding cupping his face into the palm of her hand while he held her close, this was all she needed, She didn’t want him to move or do anything else but be as close to her as he possibly could be, For the next few hours Cody noticed that every now and then he would gently push his hips against hers to keep her awake and would chuckle at how her body responded as he picked up his phone checking the time seeing that it aas already 8 in the morning “Sweetheart we gotta get up c’mon.” She re opened her eyes and nodded while he carefully pulled out of her & sat up staring out the window while she got out of bed and went to the bathroom quickly washing herself & putting on something warm & soon Cody did the same after she left the bedroom & smiling at Mira who was still downstairs “g’morning!” She chirped out while Mira waved back smiling “Sleep alright?” Delilah nodded as she made her way into the kitchen helping her best friend clean up “Slept so good actually & then I woke up to Seth screaming Mira chuckled nodding her head as Delilah washed the counters “Yeah we were trying to make waffles but we also don’t know shit about baking so..” Lilah smiled in amusement before pulling Cereal they bought on the way to the Cabin a few days ago from the Pantry “Don’t worry about it, I think Cody’s gonna have us keep today easy since it snowed so much over night so we’ll probably just end up messing around outside & go out to dinner.” Mira nodded “Thank god, I was hoping he wouldn’t make us do anything outrageous.” Cody walked into the kitchen pressing a kiss into Delilah’s head “You talkin’ about me in here?” She giggled shaking her head playfully as Mira smiled at their bond before pouring herself a bowl of cereal.

Lilah hummed running her fingers through his hair noticing it was around the time again for him to start re-bleaching his hair but she left that for him to decide. Cody pat her hip & let go while Randy had just woken up at made his way into the kitchen “Looks like someone poured coke all over Colorado.” Mira snickered to herself before walking out of the kitchen while Cody sighed putting on a coat “I need to take Pharaoh out there before he starts flipping his shit on me.” Lilah nodded as she ran her hand over his shoulder “You do that ‘m gonna go and to try wake up Kinsley.”

Cody smiled & whistled for Pharaoh to get off the couch & take him outside. Lilah snuck her way into Kinsleys room & quietly leaned against her bed & moved some hair out of her sisters face “Kiiiinsley.” She smiled softly hearing her sisters groan in protest “Kinsley c’monnn Cody reallyyy wants to go out and play in the snow with you, if you don’t he’ll cry and scream and huff and puff so you better get up.” She teased while Kinsley stuffed her head into a pillow “nnnooo..” “yyeeeesss get up.” Lilah giggled while climbing onto her sisters bed while her sister resisted getting up “Five more minutes oka-“ Randy suddenly ran in & threw snowballs at them causing Kinsley to screech & stuff herself under the blankets while Lilah laughed out trying to cover herself “RANDY!!”

He cackled in pure deviousness before running off out if the room while Kinsley finally got out of her bed & chased after him as her high pitched laugh soured throughout the cabin.

Throughout the day Cody & Lilah built a snowman with Kinsley, threw a few snowballs, teased pharaoh in the snow, watched a few Christmas movies. Seth stood in the kitchen around 5:30 pm before they all went out to dinner & watched Lilah & Cody play with Pharaoh outside for the 10th time today while Mira looked out the window with him. “Is he doing it tonight?” Seth questioned while turning over to Mira “He sure is. He found the proper ring for her, found the perfect place to do it tonight during dinner. It’s all set in stone.” Seth nodded at her response as he stared at the couple interacting with Kinsley “I’m glad he’s giving her a proper proposal, She really does deserve it. Delilah’s a good girl. She’s good for him.”

Mira smiled softly while watching her bestfriend laugh outside throwing a few snowballs before Cody called everyone out to the heated up car they were waiting on & made their way to the restaurant. They all sat together in a large booth sharing stories with each other laughing, Lilah noticed Seth wasn’t at the table after awhile & Cody told her not to worry about it saying ‘He was probably busy talking to becky’ to keep her distracted . Eventually they all finished their dinner & Cody grabbed Delilah’s hand delicately while taking her outside for a moment enjoying each others company while the group followed along subtly. “You cold?” Cody chuckled out while she laughed and shook her head while they stood in the balcony of the restaurant before he sighed heavily running his hand down her back before turning around while she grinned and kissed his cheek “I’m gonna be totally honest with you sweetheart, I’m having a fucking heart attack right now.” He joked softly while fiddling with his pocket with a smile as she laughed. Mira stood behind a pillar along with everyone else before randy tossed over a small box over to Cody while Lilah let out a tiny gasp “Oh cody..”

Mira teared up and became nervous for Cody despite her already knowing Lilah’s previous answer and what her current answer would be. Cody pinched his nose a bit and shook his head quickly as a way of telling himself to get it together. Lilah sniffled and let out a choked up laugh before noticing Seth had just arrived but with Pharaoh with him making her tear up even more before Cody got on his knee “I— I know I already asked you this question but- I wanted to give you a more proper proposal so just do me a favor and act like- I’m asking you for the first time again alright?” He laughed out nervously while she sniffled nodding her head. Jey wiped off a few tears from his face as he recorded the entire interaction while Cody cleared his throat “Angel I don’t think you realize how much I love you, After the day I ran to your story randomly for flowers & met you mid panic attack on which flowers to get my mother I knew immediately I had to make you my girl & I’ve never felt more privileged to pursue you into my life, I’m so grateful for you. I know I already asked you this but-” Cody sighed opening the little box which revealed the a ring with a Pink diamond shaped heart customized to fit her finger almost perfectly “Will you give me the honor of marrying me & become my wife?” Lilah let out a choked up cry before nodding vigorously & completely getting onto his level just to wrap herself around him and let out a shaky breath as he slipped the ring onto her finger while she dug her face into his suit crying “A million times Yes Cody!” He chuckled pressing a Kiss into her cheek before clearing his throat “Kinsley sweet heart can you come here?” Mira teared up and turned to Kinsley who was nervously chewing on the straw of her soda she brought with her before putting it down & walking over to the couple.

“Kinsley sweetheart, You’re the most awesomest kid I know, Your a complete badass & I want to ask you something alright?” She nodded meekly while Cody dug into his left pocket & pulled out a ring pop while Randy chuckled in the background “Will you give me the permission to make your beautiful sister & make you my sister in law?” Kinsley smiled in a shy manner & quietly hugged her soon to be brother in law and mumbling out a quiet “Yes.” He grinned from ear to ear and pat her back before Lilah turned around and noticed Pharaoh running over towards them & completely flopping his body against hers & licking her cheek while the group walked over to them in tears. Randy pulled Cody up as he tried hiding the fact he was crying “Y-You fucking pussy I know you’re crying” Cody joked while he wiped off his own eyes & pulled him into a hug while Jey & Seth hugged Lilah congratulating her before Mira shoved them all out of her way “I’m so happy for you Rosie.” Lilah smiled at the nickname Mira used to call her when they were in high-school before hugging her back.

Lilah crouched down & hugged pharaoh who was pawing at her leg for some attention. She ran her fingers through his fur as she pressed a cheek right against his snout as she celebrated the fact Cody proved to her that soulmates were infact real.

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[merrock]

CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: Jake Weary

full name: Aidan Michael Bishop

nickname(s) / goes by: Aidan

pronouns & gender: He/Him, Cis man

sexuality: Heterosexual

birth date: October 30, 1992

birth place: Austin, Texas

arrival to merrock: November 2024

housing: Downtown

occupation: Unemployed

work place: N/A

family: Michael & Caroline Bishop (parents), two siblings, Kennedy Warren (cousin)

relationship status: Single

PERSONALITY

A contrarian at heart, being told that he can't or won't do something is a surefire way to motivate Aidan. It's how he broke his arm climbing a tree that his sister said he'd never make it up. It's how he got stuck dating Janice Morgan for the entirety of ninth grade, all because his mom disliked her. There's nothing that he won't do to prove a point, even when said point is fundamentally wrong. Stubborn as a bull, he'll flare his nostrils and dig his heels in further, no matter how hard he's pushed. At the same time, Aidan carries a lot of pensive energy, giving off the vibe that he's judging each iota of movement around him -- which he is. He's polite enough to keep his mouth shut around strangers, but he's ruthless with family and hard on friends. He'll call it tough love, others might say he's a bully, but to-may-to, to-mah-to!

WRITTEN BY: B (she/her), PST.

BACKGROUND / BIO

triggering / sensitive content: none.

To Aidan, life is a gamble, and he's in it for the long con. Every opportunity is a fresh start, a do-over, a chance to roll the dice again and see where the chips may fall. Unfortunately for him, though, Lady Luck rarely looks his way. He's survived countless bad investments (clubs, bars, a kitschy boutique that his then-girlfriend just knew she could fix up!), all encouraged by shitty friends who had even shadier connects. A short-lived motocross career awarded him with more hospital bills than trophies, and there's no forgetting the crash-and-burn band that cracked under the pressure of social drama before their lack of skill could ever catch up to them. Pure disinterest has always been the quickest killer of his ventures. Aidan's lived dozens of lives in his thirty-odd years of existence, and he's never managed to hold onto passion long enough to figure out where to put it before it fizzles out.

Unsurprisingly, he's backed himself into another devastating corner. A petty attempt at insurance fraud (arson isn't as slick as they make it seem on TV), and too many people wanting a piece of him had Aidan hightailing it out of Texas for the first time in his life, chasing the grapevine rumors that his cousin had settled in Merrock. It's a half-baked plan, and the sting of failure is fresh enough to keep Aidan in a sour mood, but he's hinging all his hopes on the chance that Kennedy's held onto some of that Southern hospitality, and won't mind putting him up for a few… well, a while. Beating out the snow on the drive to Maine in his crappy pickup truck has to be a good omen, at least, right?

Aidan's phone has been ringing off the hook. Friends are scrambling to locate him and family members are asking where he'll be for the holidays, but he's doing his best to block it all out. Hell, after growing up as the relatively invisible middle child in his household, it should be easy. His older brother is poised and set to inherit Bishop Ranch within the next few seasons, while his baby sister is flouncing through the pageant circuit in a stunning imitation of their estranged aunt's glory days. And his parents? They haven't called once, and he doesn't expect they will. Not until his mom realizes how long its been since he made a withdrawal from the family's bank account. From where he's at now, the solace of relative anonymity in Merrock is looking pretty damn good to Aidan.

[slumberingrose-fandom]

[Name] Mariah Amathyst

[VA] Akari Kitou

[Quote] "Each crystal has their own beauty inside. As for me, I have my secret magic inside."

[Age] 18 years old

[Birthday] March 3rd

[Star Sign] Pisces

[Height] 173 cm

[Hair Color] Pearl White

[Eyes Color] Amethyst Purple

[Race] Human

[Species] None

[Homeland] Land of Amethyst

[Family]

Arman Amathyst (Father)

Snezhana Amathyst (Mother)

Toma Amathyst (Brother)

Tamara Amathyst (Sister)

Unnamed relatives

[Nicknames / Aliases]

Mary (by her family and friends)

Mademoiselle Pearl (by Rook Hunt)

Others

Lady Amathyst (by her mouse friend)

Crazy collector (by the rumors)

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[Affiliation]

Snow's Dress Boutique

Night Raven College

[Dorm] Ramshackle

[School Year] 3rd Year (/Junior)

[Class] 3-C | Student no.27

[Occupations]

Student of Night Raven College

Dorm member of Ramshackle

Founder of Fashion Club

Part-time waitress at Mostro Lounge

Fashion designer

Jeweller

[Best Subject] Alchemy

[Worst Subject] Physical Education

[Club] Fashion Club

[Dominant Hand] Ambidextrous

[Favourite Colors] Daisy White, Ebony Black and Honey Gold

[Favorite Food] Fish soup

[Least Favorite] None

[Likes] Beautiful things, butterflies, sewing, collecting crystals and jewelries, apples, horrors, winter, darkness, hair braiding, pretty hairstyles, reading, classic music, ball jointed dolls

[Dislikes] Ruining her collections, messing with her dress, ugly things, gossiping about her life, boredoms, summer, sweating, being treated as a slave, being mocked, being prejudiced

[Hobbies] Sewing, collecting crystals, doing chores, reading, customize dolls

[Talents] Fashion designing, jewellery making, playing violin and cello, doll customization

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Appearance

Mariah has a fair skin and a long snow-white hair curvy way on her back with a braid on the side of her forehead. She has a pair of purple eyes resemble to the amethyst.

She often appears with a blank aura and cold expression that may scare people away. But, when she smile, it looks like a rare jewel shine brightly through the hall.

She oftens wear casual dresses and clothes.

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Personality

Calm and distant, Mariah is a woman of intellectual. She memorize all spells and its abilities, and calculative in every one of her moves.

As a child, Mariah was positive, outspoken, and optimistic.

However, when she grew up, due to family restrictions, she developed insecurities about society and slowly suffered from depression, afraid to share her truth, leaving her empty inside and yearning for something to fill in the blanks of her memory and heart. She believed no one is on par with her, and as such, no one can care her.

Though being restrictive, Mariah frequently being arrogant and rebellious against their rules.

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Background

Mariah was born in the Land of Amethyst, the country area of the Queendom of Quartz. Her father was a magician and her mother was a fashion designer alongside her family. She have two younger siblings, Toma and Tamara.

Originally her life was full of joy, but when she grew up, she found that her life had become boring because her family continued to restrict her life, preferences, words and deeds. Although she controlled herself, she was punished by her family for her rebellion and bad behavior. Therefore, she collects jewelry every day to clear boredom and to block out the past. But they are still etched in her head.

One day the ebony carriage arrived at the doorstep of her house and sent her to Night Raven College.

When she was sorted to the Ramshackle dorm, due to her identity unmatched to any dorm by the identification of dark mirror, Mariah met her new roommates, Kimiko, Augustine, Delilah, as well as Grim.

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Etymology

Mariah - A girl's name of Latin origin, meaning “The Lord is my teacher.” From the Latin Maria and the Hebrew Moriah, this heavenly variation is a modern take inspired by the strong feminine biblical figure.

Amathyst - the word of "Amethyst", a precious stone consisting of a violet or purple variety of quartz.

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Unique Magic

"Villainess' Punishment"

The ability to kill opponents with one touch has lost its magic along with the rest. The soul of her collected opponent would transform into a white butterfly and keep in her hand.

This magic is not so much a "sin" as a "punishment". She only used it once because using it twice would have been life-threatening.

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Trivia

Mariah was inspired by "Oh My God" from (G)-idle, also her appearance, personality and magic take a loosely based on Tatsuhiko Shibusawa and Fyodor Dostoevsky from BSD Dead Apple.

Mariah mentioned that she had gone to the doctor. He told her parents that she suffered from depression, but they didn't believe the doctor and thought Mariah was just rebelling against what they said. At that moment, she getting melancholy but pretend to be strong.

She has a pet mouse named, Dimitri, that found at the window of her room during the blizzard winter. He is a cute and chubby brown mouse, likes to build a nest Mariah's hair when Mariah was asleep. She constantly cautious with him for running around the house and keep him distance from her family who are abhorrent to rodents.

During her teenage year, Mariah had an albino dragon named, Andros. He was a bubbly and loyalty to Mariah. It was given by her grandfather. However, when her father had discovered, Andros was sent to Dragon Empire without Mariah's permission.

This moment was the only one she remembered vividly. She mentioned that when she found out, she angrily asked her father. He explains that he and his family, expect her grandfather, protects Maria's life and doesn't want her to become a bad girl.

Due to her family's restrictions, Mariah absolutely hate people who torture her to do, such as Vil.

In fact, Mariah and Delilah were classmates in high school and there was a year age difference between them. Their relationship have a few close, though Mariah, as the senior, tends to worry for her.

As for her preference on crystal, Mariah has a collection room at her room. It is a secret place that she kept from her family and friends.

Regarding her future partner, Maria hopes to have someone who can patiently listen to her depressed words, support her choices and decisions, comfort her feelings.

[livealittleoc-cb]

"Oh dearest darling, what do you expect when you fall so fast?~ I can't blame you though, I'm quite beautiful.~"

･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.: Aphrodite [Flora Caecilius]

⋆｡°✩ Greek Goddess of Love, Desire, Sexual Pleasure, Fertility, Beauty, && Grace

⋆｡°✩ Older Step Sister of Cupid

⋆｡°✩ She is a nail tech && owns a nail polish line

⋆｡°✩ She has a Dove named Peace && a Black Swan named Pearl

⋆｡°✩ In "human" form she's from Los Angeles, California, United States, in Astria he's from Upria [Island of Cyprus]

⋆｡°✩ She/Her | Pansexual, Polyamorous | 25 [Human Years], is as old as Love && Beauty itself | 03/01 [Libra] | 5'5"

⋆｡°✩She is:

level headed

easily jealous

chill

uncaring most of the time

possessive

God Information / Form Stuff

⋆｡°✩ she feeds off of love, beauty, grace, && sex to keep his strength

⋆｡°✩ acts of beauty && grace fill her up so much && she has to feed off of sex && love from time to time

⋆｡°✩ she frequently can be seen at her nail salon or at Hera's hair salon

⋆｡°✩ she loves parties && salons/boutique shops

⋆｡°✩ when she feeds his eyes turn a pastel pink

⋆｡°✩ as a goddess she can smell && sense emotions well but the smell/sensation of love is the strongest things he can depict

⋆｡°✩ she has more strength then a normal human && average to other gods

⋆｡°✩ she can change his "human" apperance [height, eye color, hair color, etc.]

⋆｡°✩ each god has a human name they go by, his is Flora

⋆｡°✩ in his goddess form she is a lot taller

⋆｡°✩ she can get up to around 6'5"

⋆｡°✩ in her goddess form she has one pastel pink eye && one light blue eye, she wears a pearl necklace && bracelet, her hair is white && wavy, her nails are permanently painted hot pink && pastel pink, she has no tattoos or piercings in this form

⋆｡°✩ she tends to have higher expectations for certain things, meet these expectations && she's all yours~

⋆｡°✩ can give off sugar mommy vibes [she is not one]

⋆｡°✩ call someone more beautiful then her && get ready for a jealousy tantrum-

⋆｡°✩ when not in astria or the human realm she resides in the olymipian realm [olympus]

⋆｡°✩ in her half && half form she is her normal 5'5", has a nose ring, her eyes are either their normal one pink one blue or fully light blue or fully pastel pink, straight all snow white hair [says it's dyed, it's actually not-]

Extras

⋆｡°✩ natural eye color: one pastel pink && one light blue

⋆｡°✩ both eyes might turn blue when jealous

⋆｡°✩ has a nose ring, no current tattoos

⋆｡°✩ likes: makeup, lipstick, handbags, leather jackets, two pieces, swans, pearls, the color white, snow, smiles

⋆｡°✩ dislikes: idiots, perverts, shameless flirts

⋆｡°✩ languages: a little bit of romanian && english

NSFW

⋆｡°✩ pure switch, obedient sub, soft or hard dom; some of her kinks are oral [giving], marking [giving && receiving], breeding [receiving], size kink, pegging, impact play [giving && receiving], praise [receiving], hair pulling [giving && receiving], orgasam control [giving && receiving], shibari/ropeplay [giving && receiving], rimming [giving], face sitting [giving], nicknames/names of empowerment [mommy, miss, mistress, etc.] [giving && receiving], hosiery, food play, angry sex, possessiveness, public

⋆｡°✩ hard nos: feet, watersports, wasteplay

⋆｡°✩ she's open to most kinks

⋆｡°✩ her eyes glow hot pink when arroused

⋆｡°✩ safe word: rose

⋆｡°✩ uses 💋 on dash

Relationship Statuses

⋆｡°✩ at the salon && calm

⋆｡°✩ single [0/3], uninterested

⋆｡°✩ friends:

⋆｡°✩ family:

Tags

⋆｡°✩ relationship tag(s):

⋆｡°✩ friend tag(s):

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faceclaim: @/vintage_venom_ on instagram

[just-allerlei]

10 tips for writing Christmas Hallfix stories

I was challenged to write a romantic Hallfix fanfic this Christmas (thanks, @mrakyvkafi), and to be honest, I really enjoyed it. It's definitely not my best work, I kinda rushed it, but hell, it was fun to write it! To really follow all the rules I've watched about 30 Hallmark and Netlix movies and I think I decrypted them all. And because I don't want you to go the same hellish path as I did, I wrote 10 of them down for you!

This is pretty basic: one of the characters has to be very busy in their job, and he/she has no time for Christmas and anything around it. Like a manager, marketing specialist, or else.

Second character should have a small business, which probably doesn't make much money, maybe it's even close to bankruptcy, but is vital and beloved by the community. Also, this character has some plans with it to make it better, to win some competition, or to make better service for locals (there was one movie where the main girl has a boutique and she dreamed about having a car in which she could go to the senior house and dress the old people there up. It was the craziest thing I've ever seen in these movies - so you can definitely use your whole imagination!)

There has to be a hot chocolate in every scene. I am suspicious that even cars use hot chocolate in these movies instead of gas.

There should be snow everywhere, because snow is just magical!

Also, don't forget that every house and every room has to look like Christmas puked all over it. Except the house of the character who is busy in their job. This character doesn't even have a Christmas tree at home of course. Or any gifts, they need help with it. Pffft.

There should be some contest. Like who has the best baked cookies, the best Christmas painting et cetera.

Don't forget festive and winter activities! Ice skating, building of a snowman, buying and decorating of a Christmas tree. Be creative!

There should be a friend, invested in the love life of one of the main characters. Cheering for them of course.

Don't forget to add a little conflict. Add sister, which might be seen as a lover of a male main character, or brother, whatever. Make the main character lose something. Make them forget an important meeting. Anything. Just don't forget that the misunderstanding has to be explained during a healthy conversation.

And the most important thing... the main characters has to be very interested in each other. But they should not be rushing things. Honestly, this is my favourite part of Hallfix movies. No hook-ups, no sex scenes (sorry, A Castle for Christmas, I know you have it in you and I love you, but you're an exception!). Just gentle touches, few hugs, long stares, talks... and kiss in the very last scene. Damn <3

Have fun writing your Hallfix stories - that's why we're all here after all! :D

[cabbazar]

Places To Visit In Shimla

Nestled in the serene landscapes of Himachal Pradesh, Shimla stands majestically at an elevation of 2276 meters above sea level, beckoning both honeymooners and families alike for generations. Once the summer capital of British India, this enchanting hill station boasts a captivating blend of stunning colonial architecture and timeless charm. The allure of Shimla tourism extends beyond man-made marvels; it captivates nature enthusiasts with its snow-draped peaks, undulating valleys, and picturesque lakes makes it's sightseeing a unprecedented experience. Adding to its allure is the UNESCO World Heritage Site – the Kalka-Shimla train route, a journey that unfolds dramatic vistas of the surrounding hills and quaint villages. Shimla, with its rich history and breathtaking vistas, promises an unforgettable escape into a world where every moment is steeped in beauty and nostalgia. That you can cover Shimla sightseeing places with the exceptional sightseeing service provides by CabBazar. This piece of article can be a comprehensive Shimla tour guide for the tourists.

Best Time To Visit Shimla :- May-June / December-January

1. Mall Road

Meanwhile the wonder scenic spot from the road is another capturing things. One of the best time to stroll the Mall Road is evening when the vibrant nightlife makes it's lovable. Generally you not find any vehicle on road as they are not allowed then the emergency one.  

Key Attractions :- Scandal Point, Gaiety Theatre, Town Hall, Kali Bari Temple

Timings :- 9:00 AM - 9:00 PM

2.  The Ridge

Apart from that the road is dotted with the several heritage buildings and prehistoric architecture of the town rich past. Tourists will also engage here with the attractive cafes, bars, shops, boutiques and restaurants. The Ridge road is also a connecting link between the Mall Road and Scandal Point.

Key Attractions :- Tudorbethan Style Library, Old Christ Church, Lakkar Bazar, Shimla Summer Festival, Statues of Mahatma Gandhi, Indira Gandhi, and Y.S. Parmar

Things  To Do :- Sightseeing, Photography, Shopping, Enjoy scenic views, Watch Cultural Performance

Timings :- 8:00 AM - 6:00 PM

3.  Jakhu Temple  (1 KM From City)

Further here Sanjauli, known to be the sister town let you to the trail in the landscape of sky high Deodar trees that overlooking the temple complex. According to folk stories this is the place where Lord Hanuman took same rest before restart his search for Sanjeevani Booti.

Key Attractions :- Forest Trail, Ropeway Ride, Temple, Hanuman Statue, Jakhoo Hill

Things  To Do :- Sightseeing, Trekking, Photography, Shopping, Enjoy scenic views

Timings :- 5:00 AM-12:00PM/ 4:00PM-9:00PM

4.  Green Valley  (5 KM From City)

Also the majestic snow capped hills especially at snow season really a crowd captivated sight of valley. Meanwhile the tourists will get the sight of some rare animals especially Yaks wandering and grazing around in the valley grab your sight. Further it's beauty makes it one of the key sites for shooting Bollywood movies.

Key Attractions :- Pine and Deodar Forest, Majestic Hills, Rare Animals Views

Things  To Do :- Sightseeing, Trekking, Photography, Enjoy scenic views

Timings :- 6:00 AM-6:30PM (Monday To Friday)

5.  Kufri  (9 KM From City)

Kufri was not a famous place a few years back, but trekking to the Mahasu Peak, hiking to Naldehra and number of skiing resorts makes it one of the perfect place for adventure lovers now especially one of the trekking paradise of North India. Also the Himalayan wildlife turns this place to a paradise for wildlife and an exciting place nature lovers. And the wonderful sites of Kufri makes it one of the best places in Shimla for couples.

Key Attractions :- Zoo, Fun World, Green Valley, Indira Tourist Park, Nagsons Amusement Park, Chini Bangla, Mahasu Peak, Skiing, Yak Rides, Tobogganing, Hiking, Trekking

Things To Do :- Skiing, Scenic Walks, Horse Riding, Hiking

Timings :- From November To June

[Also Read : Places To Visit In Himachal Pradesh]

6.  Kalka Shimla Toy Train

Started from the British Era, Kalka Shimla Toy Train is bound to take visitors to a unprecedented era of history that is going through the one of the most scenic railway journey in India. Having a journey in toy train is the life long experience that one never forget in her/his lifespan.

Key Attractions :- Nature Views, Part of UNESCO World Heritage List

Timing and Tickets :- Check the official website

7.  Scandal Point

It is the point that every mountain lover want to see to enjoy the unobstructed view of the towering mountains covered with the cozy blanket of dense fir and spruce forest. Meanwhile it also attracts the tourists to enjoy the relaxing and rejuvinateive vibes. The point is also surrounded with many small shops that offers delicious maggi and arcade games to enjoy.

Key Attractions :- Mall Road, The Ridge, Statue of Sri Lala Lajpat Raiji, Scenic Beauty, Horse Ride, Maggi Point

Things To Do :- Nature Walk, Sightseeing, Photography, Play Arcade Games

Timings :- 6:00 AM-8:00PM

8.  Summer Hills (4 KM From City)

Summer Hills is also one of the picturesque spot on Shimla-Kalka railway line that offers amazing views of snow covered mountains. Here tourists will enjoy the raw beauty of mountain charm that shows in the forms of eye catching sceneries and plethora of rare and exotic wildlife. Especially during winter the site get fully covered and offers the great view while pleasant summer weather makes it one of the summer retreat of North India.

Key Attractions :- Kali Bari Temple, Gaiety Theatre, Annandale Army Heritage Museum, Viceregal Lodge, Scenic Beauty

Things To Do :- Hiking, Sightseeing, Horse Riding, Trekking

Timings :- Day Time

9.  Chail  (15 KM From City)

Located close to Shimla, Chail is known for having world's highest cricket and polo grounds, blooming at an altitude of over 2400 meter. Chail is visited by many hikers all over the year. It has good trekking points from Junga, Kufri and Ashwani Khad at Solan. Many Eco camps are held here. There are many camping sites for campers and hikers, so camping in Chail is most sought after activity for enthusiasts. This makes Chail an ideal destination for all kind of travellers, ranging from family vacations to adventure lovers.

Key Attractions :- World's highest Cricket and Polo Grounds, Scenic Beauty, Palace

Things To Do :- Trekking, Hiking, Camping

Timings :- Throughout the year

10. Visceral Lodge  (1 KM From City)

The wonderful building was made as the summer residence for the Viceroy of India. Situated amid the lush green landscape and overlooking by the snow capped hills this piece of architect gives the glimpse of colonial era grandeur. But the great transformation in 1964 change this into the Indian Institute of Advances Studies.

Key Attractions :- Picturesque Landscape, Historical Building

Things To Do :- Heritage Walk, Sightseeing, Photography

Timings :- 10:30 AM- 5:00 PM Tuesday-Sunday/ Monday Off

Read more in this blog top 10 places to visit in shimla at Cabbazar.

[perfectisgeorgette]

"I figured i should just follow the stereotype for the UK and that it is very dreary and cold!" Georgette knew that there had to be some warmer months - it wasn't like she moved to Iceland or Alaska. Just another excuse to buy new summer clothes when the time came along. "Oh well if you know what kind of jacket style you like i do know the buyer for Nordstroms; i could always give her a call." A brag and her attempt at being impressive so many Snow would like to befriend her for real. Georgette knew what worked with the sorority and pageant sisters; she may be in a world of disappointment in the real world. "It is turning into a nice day though!" Georgette gave a bit of a fake smile. Why were they talking about the weather. She knew how to control a room and conversation. She already put herself out on the a limb and practically DMing for friends - no need to tip toe now. "I have been to the little boutique in town; i was impressed honestly. I have to say i did more research on the people living here than i did on the town itself!"

@lady-snow-flower

just smile sis | Snowette

[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

Could you tell me more of your AU?

Hmmm

Well for starters, they're in college and they're about 18. They live in Los Angeles

Vera, Jane Dante live in the same apartment, and the seven live above the fighting school they're mom owns.

The college they go is surprisingly near, about a ten minute walk from where the seven live and a twenty minute one for the trio. I wan to add they're courses but I'll save that for another post.

They're pretty popular. Jane, Vera and Dante hold comedy web show and have the seven be there occasionally even play music.

Cece is well known for her streams, sometimes her family appears behind her during her streams and her viewers love those random moments. She earns big money.

The 7sins is sometimes preform live but they mostly upload they songs.

They're mom came to college once, and almost everyone fell for her. For two weeks they had to endure people asking if they can meet they're mom and have people coming to her school to talk to her.

One time someone sang they're own version of Stacy's mom about theirs, they had to hold themselves back from murdering them.

They all get discounts from Dante's mom's boutique.

They all hang out in cafe restaurant where the seven work. They're very popular with customers with they're looks.

The girls love to tease they're brothers whenever they go on a date. They'd say 'use protection!" or 'remember to wear a condom!"

The boys would tell them to shut up or throw things at them.

Speaking of which, I found name for they're gfs.

Alice - Roxy

Ariel - Misty

Snow white - Stephanie

Aurora - Elodie

The boys are a bit possessive of they're gfs cause they experienced some heartbreak before meeting them.

Everyone is praying to whichever god they believe in for Ver and Jane to reveal they're feeling for each other. Cause it's eating everyone up.

Vera and Cece both like to make weird food concoctions that makes everyone question they're taste buds.

Dante likes to rant to Jack on how oblivious Jane and Vera are too each other while Jack calls him a hypocrite in his head.

Malachite looks out for his siblings in his own way, he's the oldest and since they have no father he tries to fill that role they're mother has done for years.

Joe's beginning his own business online with Misty, who makes jewelry out of seashells and other stuff.

Vince secretly love smut novels, no matter how bad it is.

Zuri and Jane train together and often test their strength. Sometimes they spar.

Nadia took up pole dancing lessons, mostly for the leg strength and flexibility.

The boys are protective of their sisters, but the girls will physically attack anyone who insults they're brothers. They give them chocolate to calm them down.

They have movie night every Friday and have a schedule on who picks what movie.

They're all friends with Vera's brother and often like to hang out with him.

Whenever they have a bad week, they go to an open field and play watermelon golf to release their anger.

[stil-yr-sand]

1, 11, 21, 27 for the ask game? also hi beloved hope youre having a good week

 Do you have freckles? 

I DONT its my buggest flaw j feel like my face and nose is sipposed to have freckles bjt i dlnt

What color are your eyes? 

like blue green grey ill find a pic some where

How was your day today? 

IM SO HAPPY U SEMT THIS ive been wanting to tell someone abmy day

ok so i had a dentist app so i woke ip souper early (8 :() and it took loke an hour and on the way home i got a coffee from dunkin but it was way too sweet and also too big but i stoll fonished it but most of it at kight snd then slso we stopped ag the bougie boutique roch people store to het a presrnt for my sister (crow u wuld love ot there so many pretty thi gs)amd then i Fianly went home ots loke 10:30 now amd i play somr animal jam and put on my Day Pyjamas and then i went to BOYFTIRND!!!! AT 11:30!!!! amd we had brucnh with his mom and sister and other sister and sister friend and jt was really mice his family is lovely hes always like my sisters r so weord but i reall like them and then we went and cuddled for like 5 hoirs straight im mot even kiddin g his bed is so comfy snd at soem point we tried to watxj oceans elevm bc hes never seen it (FREAK) but we got lik e 20mkns in and were borh falling alsleep so we decide to take a nap and i hadnt felt thag loved smd safe smd cozy in s while i love him alot BUT THEN MY ALARM WENT OFF bc i set an alarm bc last time we dwll asleep my mlm sjowed up andwas upset thag she had to wait dor me amd so the alsrm went off and it was 4:30 ( km smart and set it for half hoir before leave) and santi was like sand we gotta get foing amf i was like no and so we cuddled for half am hour more snd i love him so mich oh and then i weny home snd its -8 F rnand snow so thata cool i guess if u like snow but it means no drive for couple days which means no biygriend (evil) and um i went home and watched chrismas vacation (best movie) and had dinner and plaued ankmal jam. over all bdry good day lots of cuddled

see prev post for twenty seven

[rockislandadultreads]

A Gentle Christmas: cozy books to read

The Christmas Star by Donna VanLiere

Thirty-two-year-old Amy Denison volunteers at Glory's Place, an after school program where she meets seven-year-old Maddie, a precocious young girl who has spent her childhood in foster care. Unbeknownst to Amy, Maddie is a mini-matchmaker, with her eye on just the right man for Amy at Grandon Elementary School, where she is a student. Amy is hesitant - she's been hurt before, and isn't sure she's ready to lose her heart again - but an unexpected surprise makes her reconsider her lonely lifestyle. As Christmas nears and the town is blanketed in snow and beautiful decorations, Maddie and the charming staff at Glory's Place help Amy to see that romance can be more than heartache and broken promises. In The Christmas Star, Donna VanLiere delivers yet another sweet, joyous story that is sure to capture readers' hearts.

The Christmas Boutique by Jennifer Chiaverini

Just weeks before Christmas, severe wintry weather damages the church hall hosting the Christmas Boutique—an annual sale of handcrafted gifts and baked goods that supports the county food pantry. Determined to save the fundraiser, Sylvia Bergstrom Compson offers to hold the event at Elm Creek Manor, her ancestral family estate and summertime home to Elm Creek Quilt Camp. In the spirit of the season, Sylvia and the Elm Creek Quilters begin setting up market booths in the ballroom and decking the halls with beautiful hand-made holiday quilts. Each of the quilters chooses a favorite quilt to display, a special creation evoking memories of holidays past and dreams of Christmases yet to come. Sarah, a first-time mother expecting twins, worries if she can handle raising two babies, especially with her husband so often away on business. Cheerful, white-haired Agnes reflects upon a beautiful appliqué quilt she made as a young bride and the mysterious, long-lost antique quilt that inspired it. Empty nesters and occasional rivals Gwen and Diane contemplate family heirlooms and unfinished projects as they look forward to having their children home again for the holidays. But while the Elm Creek Quilters work tirelessly to make sure the Christmas Boutique happens, it may take a holiday miracle or two to make it the smashing success they want it to be.

Christmas at the Cat Café by Melissa Daley

The Costwolds' town of Stourton-on-the-Hill has its very own cat cafe. Resident cat Molly, and her kittens, live here in feline paradise, while owner Debbie serves the locals home-made goodies. But even in the most idyllic surroundings, things don't always go to plan . . . When Debbie's heartbroken sister Linda arrives at the cafe, Debbie insists she move in. But Linda is not alone, and the cats are devastated with the arrival of Linda's dog, Beau. Sadly, Beau's arrival is not the only bombshell - now Molly's home is also under threat when a rival cat moves in on her turf. With Christmas approaching, Molly is unsettled, barely roused by the promise of tinsel to play with. Fearing for her feline family she hopelessly stares out of the cafe window searching for an answer. Only a Christmas miracle could bring everyone together . . ."

Christmas at the Cupcake Café by Jenny Colgan

Issy Randall, proud owner of The Cupcake Cafe, is in love and couldn't be happier. Her new business is thriving and she is surrounded by close friends, even if her cupcake colleagues Pearl and Caroline don't seem quite as upbeat about the upcoming season of snow and merriment. But when her boyfriend Austin is scouted for a possible move to New York, Issy is forced to face up to the prospect of a long-distance romance. And when the Christmas rush at the cafe - with its increased demand for her delectable creations - begins to take its toll, Issy has to decide what she holds most dear. This December, Issy will have to rely on all her reserves of courage, good nature and cinnamon, to make sure everyone has a merry Christmas, one way or another...