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aliensupersyn · 5 months
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Ranni the Trans Analogous Witch
For starters, I do not mean to make any wild claims about Ranni or if she should be considered transfem. Put those fears to rest, dear reader. That's for my eventual breakdown of Miquella's character. Instead, I offer a lens to see Ranni's story from a different perspective than one might not immediately be familiar with.
When people allow themselves to see the world in other's eyes, they can learn to focus on the similarities shared between them instead of the differences. Allow my analogy for Ranni's story to be a mirror, holding space for both the real and fictional.
Rennala and Radagon conceived three children between the two of them: Rykard, Radhan, and Ranni. The two fingers chose Ranni to become an Empyrean, alongside Miquella and Malenia, and each were candidates to succeed Queen Marika.
Though, what does it mean to succeed Marika and become the new queen? The queen would become a vessel for the Elden Ring. To be chosen as an Empyrean means that the Greater Will commands one's body from the first moment they get chosen, and it maintains that power until the Empyrean's end. Elden Ring places significant emphasis on the importance of the body and its connection to one's identity. For example, when the player reaches Queen Marika who betrayed the the Greater Will, you do not fight her. Marika's hair changes color, her dress becomes a skirt, signifying that you face someone else: Radagon. Though they share a host, they have different identifiable traits apart from one another, and their respective forms indicate the one currently present. In the cinematic, the golden haired Marika shatters the Elden Ring; Marika's Hammer reveals that Radagon attempted to repair it. Marika and Radagon may share the same host, but they cannot truly be the same person. The differences in their forms accentuates the differences in their ideals and personalities. Marika cannot escape her destiny as a God and vessel in any ending, and always ends as the Greater Will's puppet. Ultimately, becoming an Empyrean means that the Greater Will controls your body, and therefore your destiny.
The Greater Will's power has both literal and figurative demonstrations throughout Elden Ring; it encompasses militaristic, religious, and political power throughout the Lands Between. The Greater Will created the Erdtree, the Elden Ring, and the god Marika. It created its own God to be worshipped, defeating and alienating the other gods, who have been deemed "Outer Gods." The term "outer" signifies their alienation and their forced dissociation from the Greater Will's own God and other extensions of its power. The Greater Will exists in Elden Ring as an all powerful creation god who influences the written and oral histories and culture of the Lands Between.
The Tarnished Archeologist compares the Greater Will's influence to that of Catholicism. When comparing the Greater Will to the Catholic hierarchy, he says that "the Greater Will would be God, the Fingers are the Pope, those that hear the the words of God directly, and the readers are the church bishopric and clergy.[1]" His comparison demonstrates the the ways that the Greater Will dominates the Lands Between as its most influential God. Marika's own words reiterate my point:
The Erdtree governs all. The choice is thine.
Become one with the Order. Or divest thyself of it.
To wallow at the fringes; a powerless upstart.
Marika's tree, the power of the Greater Will, acts as the ultimate sovereign. It's will acts as the law of the Lands Between, and all must adhere to Marika's rule.
Yet Ranni refused to be controlled by the Greater Will, let alone Marika. Ranni broke away from the bonds of her own flesh and freed herself, forging her own path and eventually, her own reign, free from the control of the Greater Will. Here, I will focus on Ranni's flesh. After her armies defeated the Gloam-Eyed Queen's, Marika sealed the Rune of Death away. Ranni salvaged the Rune of Death, used her body as a canvas, and sacrificed her half-brother Godwyn. While her flesh died, her soul was freed and lived on; in contrast, Godwyn's soul died, but his body continued to live.
Ranni's corporeal death can be read as a transitioning allegory. Not only because of the implication of modifying one's body and literally transitioning to a new one, but also because of what she sought freedom from. Once she was forced to become an Empyrean, she no longer held autonomy and control of her destiny or body. She would have to walk the path laid for her, just like everyone else, forever at the whim of the Greater Will. Ranni ultimately sought escape through the flesh. She "would not acquiesce to the Two Fingers. I stole the Rune of Death, slew mine own Empyrean flesh, casting it away. I would not be controlled by that thing," emphasizing how her body was directly connected to her sense of autonomy and control. Similarly, Marika's ideas, physical traits, and actions contrast to her other half's. Yet, Marika could not escape the Greater Will, and her body remains a vessel for its power in the end. Ranni's transition from a corporeal to a spiritual form emphasizes her individualism and rebellion against legislative control over her body.
Ranni takes control of her life and autonomy of her body back by transitioning into a spiritual form. One's body plays an important role in how they view themselves in and apart from the world. As a vessel of the Elden Ring, Marika saw herself as a puppet to the Greater Will, and knew that her body was what chained her to it. Ranni also understood the importance of the body and its connection to one's identity. She changed her red hair that signified her father, and instead donned a blue appearance that shines like that of the moon's light. Her transition was only the first step to her forging her own path and finding some kind of happiness, despite the mess in the Lands Between.
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petewenstz · 1 year
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Hey Stephen - taylor swift // she plays bass - beabadoobee // jack antonoff via his twitter // writer in the dark - lorde // sweet nothing - taylor swift // joshua bassett for zach sang // cupids chokehold / breakfast in America - gym class heroes // fame < infamy - fall out boy //
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priscilla9993 · 6 months
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Currently not what I wanted to find on my blasted tumblr gif search, but damn, Rogers looks good in a long trench coat and I wish we got to see more of it!
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f1-disaster-bi · 5 months
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You stole my boat (and my heart)
“Won’t he be mad when he realises you hijacked his boat?” Lando just hummed, offering Tom a mischievous grin as he lay back on the deck, soaking in the sun as the breeze off the sea ruffle his hair. “If he wanted his boat, he should have paid more attention to me”, Lando argued, eyes closed under the sunglasses he was wearing as he dried off from having taken out the jet-ski half an hour ago.
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mimiibear · 8 months
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♡ Mistletoe Madness
~A Christmas Special🎄~
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⇢ pairing: João Félix x fem!reader
⇢ word count: 3.6k
⇢ genre: Fluff, ChristmasDay!au
⇢ summary: Obsessed with you, João finds a way to have you shower him with kisses on Christmas Day.
⇢ warnings: Fluff with a bit of festive cheer! Some swearing and a suggestive language used, though nothing graphic. Mostly just a cheesy, romantic, I’m-so-in-love-with-you type of relationship 
 ⇢ authors note: (I decided to edit this story to make it fit my theme :> original date of post: December 27th 2022)
My first ever story being posted. Finally!! I tried to whip this up quickly since I saw it on Christmas Eve and wanted to post this on time, but I spent a lot of time thinking and polishing it so it would be perfect for you lovelies!
I came across an accounts' request to another author and I loved the concept, but the writer, unfortunately, wasn't able to fulfil their request, and I decided to do it! So, @idk1459 this is for you hun’, (sorry for it being late) it's quite long but I hope you enjoy it!
A very (late) Merry Christmas to those celebrating! I don't celebrate it, but I absolutely love the festivity and joy that spreads around town, so I couldn't help but write this one shot😆.
Please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes. I've read over it to make sure, but I might have missed some!
Anyways, enjoy this story and have a jolly time with your family, friends and presents. Happy Holidays! 💝
⇢ ♡¸.•*' Mimi's Navigation '*•.¸♡
⇢ reblogs and feedback are motivating and always appreciated! ♡
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It was Christmas morning in Madrid. It may not look it with the lack of snow, but the pretty lights at night and the happiness, practically bursting through the seams of the neighbourhood houses, made up for it.
Everything was decorated, and everyone seemed to have fun around Christmas, whether you celebrated it or not. The joy, food, fun and even store sales were enough to have people saying, "Ho Ho Ho!" and "Feliz Navidad!" [Merry Christmas!] to you when walking by.
You, personally, loved Christmas. As a child you would wake up to the sound of the alarm you had kept so early, just so you could go and wake up everybody else in the house. Running around, squealing "Its Christmas!! Wake up, wake up, wake up!!!" as your tiny feet padded down the staircase.
The way your eyes would sparkle at the tree and its gifts it held underneath, the shiny wrapping paper calling your name. Eating the food your mother had made and singing Christmas Carol's with your siblings. Sneaking a snip of the eggnog and immediately scrunching your face up at the taste.
Oh, those were the times.
Unfortunately, those special times fizzled out.
You got older, focused on your education, earned enough, and decided to travel before settling down in Madrid, Spain.
You still love Christmas; nothing would change that. It's just not how it used to be.
But you weren't complaining.
7 months after you had decided to stay in Madrid, you took a job offer of being the Social Media Manager for the team Atlético de Madrid. You didn't know much about sport but considering your young age and their previous SMM leaving the country, you took the shot, and they offered it to you in a flash!
There was when you met João, your present boyfriend. Nearly 3 years together spent with laughter and love.
He had asked you to move in with him about nearly 10 months after dating.
"I wanna wake up to your pretty face every morning, sleep by your side every night, and spend every minute of the day together," was what he said to you on a night stroll after a date.
Kissing him softly, hands cupping his cheeks, his on yours, you pulled away and smiled brightly, "Of course I'll move in with you!"
And now here you are, 2 years later, in slumber next to him with one of his arms tucked under your head. He would always complain about the pain in his bicep afterwards, but when you tried to move his arm one night, he slid it back. "I don’t mind, I was just joking," he had sleepily murmured.
It was moments like that that make you internally awe at his sweet actions.
You awoke to the sound of your alarm and turned it off. No point in snoozing, you had been wide awake for the past 20 minutes. The excitement of it being that time of the year again was hard to contain!
João laid asleep next to you on his front with, his other arm draped across your middle. You turned around slowly and faced him, taking the opportunity to admire him.
He looked so relaxed.
Pink lips parted slightly, breathing steady, face smooshed against the pillow with his eyelashes fanning against the top of his cheekbones.
You couldn't help but let a small smile climb onto your face, your right hand coming up to lay against his left.
Oh, how lucky you were.
Leaning forward and pressing and soft kiss to the tip of his nose, you slowly got out of bed and made your way into the bathroom, humming softly "We Wish You A Merry Christmas" (a childhood favourite).
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Walking back into your bedroom, your eyes met dark pearls staring up at you.
"Good morning, my love. Sleep well?" You ask climbing across the mattress and onto the half-asleep figure.
He hummed and brought his hands to your hips, eyes never leaving yours. He didn't fail to notice the extra twinkle in your eyes, the slight red on your cheeks from being overly ecstatic, and the way your lips stretched into a wide, toothy smile, pearly whites, and all.
You leaned down, touching your noses together. "You know what day it is today?" You whispered, the giddiness you were feeling spreading across your words.
"Merry Christmas, amore," [love] he let out a soft chuckle and kissed your lips, "Mm, minty."
You chuckled at his comment and sat back up, "C'mon hun, wake up. We have to get the house ready for the party this evening.’’
"5 more minutes!" He reached up and grabbed you back down before you could lift yourself off of him.
"But there’s still decorating to be done, and cooking and-"
He flipped you over, nestling his face into your neck, "Please?" His morning voice, deep as ever, causes a light blush to trickle up from your nape to the tips of your ears. You know he’s doing this on purpose; his hands sliding under your shirt and fingertips dancing over your smooth skin.
"Okay, fine. Just 5 minutes."
Next thing you know, kisses start to attack you neck and jaw, giggles erupting from each other’s throats as you fight his fingers from tickling your sides.
"João! Wai- WAIT AHAHAHA!"
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A tradition amongst your boyfriends’ football team was holding parties on every celebration. Sure, it got tiring always going to places, but it always ended in smiles and happy hugs goodbye.
This time everyone had decided to spend Christmas Eve with family instead of today, which also meant someone would be throwing a party on the busiest night of the year.
Rodrigo's wife kindly made a rota so that everyone had equal turns hosting events. This year was your guys' turn, and you were determined to up everyone in their own game.
It was no surprise to everyone that you were a tad bit competitive - the group chats with messages stating how excited they were to see your house decked out in Christmas lights.
Of course, they teased you too. Your friends making everything into a competition just to see your side full of pride.
Fans even thought that João would tend to hate this behaviour, cringing at the sight of it. But actually, he loved it. It made your relationship more entertaining!
Video game wagers and cooking challenges to not-so-simple bets, "I bet you can't do this", all made his love grow for you even further.
And here you were, now, fixing the Christmas lights onto the wall. João stood below you, holding the ladder you stood on, as extra precaution.
"Procrastination does not rule," you sulked as you huffed the hair out from you face.
"Aw baby, don't worry! We still have a lot more time to get everything ready. Just imagine the looks on their faces when they see how you outdone them," one hand coming up to give a reassuring squeeze to your thigh. His words made you smile at the way he's trying to motivate you.
You step off the ladder and kiss his cheek. "Yeah! They're gonna be so jealous when they see how awesome we did," clapping your hands and moving past him towards the decoration box, jokingly giggling deviously.
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The house was now vacuumed and dusted, the Christmas decorations were put up and around making the place so festive.
You decided to be even more extra and fire up the fireplace, ignoring João's protest to getting the coal and wood.
"But there are spiders there, y/n! I'm not going."
"So what? You're just popping in and out of the shed," you don't turn your head towards him when you talk, too busy with making the Santa themed cupcakes. But you know he's standing behind you with a definite pout on his lips.
"I don't like spiders. I hate them," he whined, coming up behind you and rested his chin on top of your head.
Sighing, you put down your spatula and turn around.
"Please, baby." You bat your eyelashes and bring a hand to his cheek, the other on his bicep. Your lips attach to his jaw, leaving soft but heart-racing kisses.
"Do it for me?" You whisper, knowing João can't resist you like this. It's mean, sure, but you make it up to him, even if he is oblivious as to why.
You can hear his heartbeat beating fast whilst his fingers toy with your apron’s belts, "Okay, okay... fine. I'll go."
He's about to move away when you pull him gently by the collar. A sweet kiss to his lips and he's back to looking at you with that I'm-so-in-love-with-you type of eyes.
"Thanks, hun."
Around 10 minutes pass and you hear the back door finally open and close.
"What took you so long? The sack should've been at the front," you ask as you remove your apron, finally done with the food which are sitting on the tables, patiently waiting to be eaten.
"There was a bug on the door," he replies, a deadpan look on his face.
"Oh," you try not to giggle when hanging up the fabric on the hook, "You got the bag though, right?"
"Mhm, right here," he shakes the sack lightly and moves towards the counter to place it down. You turn and notice his hand behind his back, "What's that?"
"What's what?"
"That thing behind your back? What are you hiding?" You narrow your eyes at him. "It better not be a fucking spider João. If you throw it on me-"
"It's not that, calm down!" Instead of seeing a creepy-crawly in a container, you see something green and shiny.
A mistletoe that your friend had gifted you. She claimed it would bring good health and vibes to your house, but you knew what João was really using it for.
A smile spread across his face as he takes a couple steps forward and hold the plant above your heads innocently, "Kiss me."
You chuckle and shake your head slightly at his antics. Nevertheless, a light peck is put to his pretty lips, and he sighs, satisfied, when you pull away.
"Can you move now? I wanna get ready," you ask with a smile mirroring his.
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You had taken time in your closet, trying to piece an outfit together for the party.
Nothing seemed to work. You groaned softly, annoyed. That was before you spotted something red in the corner.
You pulled it out from behind the other clothes and there it was, a cute red Mrs. Claus outfit. It was lined with faux white fur and had a black leather belt across the waist area. It was short but not too short, just enough to have heads turn when you walk by.
Letting out a little squeal, you get undressed and put on the outfit. You look in the mirror. "It's really pretty," you thought, "Did João buy this?"
"Ah, I see you've found it," speak of the devil. You turn and face him, "I bought this for you when I was supposedly window-shopping last week. Do you like it?"
"I love it! Thank you so much!"
"Yeah, of course," he replies with a smile.
Kissing his cheek, you walk out the closet and get started on hair and makeup.
You were almost ready, whilst João still had to find something to wear. Though, he doesn't realise the time crunch you're on, and walks up behind you.
You look at him through the mirror while combing your hair, "Do you need something, love?"
He only hums, and holds the mistletoe once again above you, shaking it slightly. A smirk lays on his lips and you roll your eyes, yet you can't fight the smile off your own.
Tilting your head and closing your eyes, you feel his lips meet yours. His hand resting on your shoulder, and you lift yours to his hair.
He doesn't pull away though, moving further down to your sweet spot and kisses softly there.
A quiet involuntary moan leaves your lips, fingers tangled in his hair at this point, and he smirks against your sun-kissed skin.
"João..." breathlessly you speak, but he turns you around and kisses you again. Your arms wrap around his neck you pull him closer to deepen the kiss.
When he pulls away, you both catch your breath as his forehead rests against yours.
You're about to kiss him again, when he pulls away from your body fully, "I've got to get ready." He smirks at your slightly furrowed brows, before walking into the bathroom and closing the door.
"What...? He just... I'm so confused right now," whispering to yourself with a hand coming up to your chest, feeling how fast it was beating.
"Tsk. Such a tease."
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You both were fully ready now and were placing everything where it should be.
João was wearing a dark green polo paired with black jeans. A few rings on his fingers and a silver watch on his left wrist. Hair completely different from your light curls - messy and fluffy, but it's the way you love it.
"We should take some pictures!" You exclaim happily, satisfied with how everything looks.
"Oo, yes!" He whips his phone from his pocket and starts taking pictures of all the food and the decorations that stand out.
"Gonna upload them to Instagram. A little preview of you will."
You giggle in agreement and glance at the clock, only a couple hours till guests arrive. That's not all you take note of though. You see something peeking from under the archway, just beneath the clock's hanging area.
There it was again. The mistletoe.
"He can't even hide it properly," you think, biting back a smile.
"All done and posted, babe," he says and turns around. You're not there behind him though. You're standing underneath the mistletoe.
You bite your lip to prevent you from laughing when his face drops at your discovery, "Oh, you found it."
"Yeah, well, you didn't really hide it properly, did you?"
Scoffing he walks up to you and places his fingers on your chin, tilting your head up to meet his. He dips his head down and just as he is about to kiss you, you swerve out of the way.
"That's what you get for before," a mischievous smile dances across your lips and his lips part, almost dumbfounded at your action.
"I- well played," he smirks and shrugs off the teasing, leaning forward to kiss you again.
"Uh-uh! Nope! I gotta find the DVD's," and just like that, you vanish into another room, leaving him there standing there. This time, his eyebrows furrowed as he looks at where you were once standing.
"Oh, she wants to play like that?" he smirks, once again, to himself and reaches up to the mistletoe, "Fine by me."
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Around 7 pm the guests had started to roll in, "hi"'s and hugs being exchanged at the door and each person with Secret Santa gifts in their arms.
"The house looks wonderful guys!"
"Yeah, I love what you did with the tree."
"Look at this!! The Santa Claus meringue is super cute!"
You were pleased with how everybody was enjoying the party, standing by the counter with a drink in hand, till you feel two hands wrap around your waist.
"Everyone seems to be having fun, o querida," [honey] a honey voice whispered in your ears.
"Mhm, we definitely outdid them," you giggle quietly when someone decides to make an announcement.
"Hey, hello? HEY! EVERYBODY, LISTEN UP!" The house goes quiet, "Thank you. I just wanted to say what fun it is to be here with you guys tonight. We have been through so much together and ending the year with everyone here, smiles on their faces, it's perfect," he raises his glass of wine up, "And thank you, to y/n and João for letting us into their humble abode and throwing us this awesome party!"
Cheers and "thank you"'s bounce between the walls, a satisfactory smile on both your faces.
You chuckle to yourself when your clearly wasted friend calls you over to play truth or dare, "C'm'over here!"
Pulling João by the hand you sit on the floor cross legged, him behind you still not letting go of your hand.
"Okay so, Diego, truth or dare?"
The game continues for a little until it turns over to João, and he obviously picks you.
"Truth or dare, bebê?" [baby]
"Hmm..." you ponder a for a second, knowing to choose wisely seeing as it was your boyfriend João asking you.
Anytime you play these types of games, he always manages to get a laugh of you. Sure, the teasing gets you upset but you know it's all out of love.
"I choose... dare."
"Bold move," your friend mumbles, taking another sip of her eggnog.
"I dare you to kiss me," he smirks, almost innocently but you catch the glint in his eye.
"That's it?" you lift your head up and face him, grabbing his face gently and pulling it closer to yours.
"No, wait!" And there it is again! That same green shrub above your faces and the same cheeky smile upon your boyfriends’ face, "Now you can."
"Seriously?" You laugh and a wide grin, "You just carry that around with you now?"
If it means I get to keep kissing you, then yes."
You roll your eyes and kiss him. A light one it was supposed to be, but he deepens the kiss having it last a second longer that it should and chases you a little when you pull away. A few low whistles manage to bring out a blush on your face, but you don't seem to care.
"There," your hands resting on his jaw moves down to his hands and he grabs one bringing them to his lips with a peck.
You giggle softly and your heart melts at the sight of him.
Everyone turns away and continues their games, yet you two are stuck in your own world, heart-shaped pupils, and all.
Neither of you can get enough of each other that you don't mind showing your love whenever and wherever, even if it's in front of your guys' friends.
"I love you, my lady."
"I love you, too, my pretty boy."
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A little after midnight, the guests start to pour out. Drunk and sloppy visitors holding onto their partners like they're hanging on edge, they wave their goodbyes, and the door shuts close. The house empty and quiet, only the sound of soft music playing from the speakers.
You walk over and disconnect it, finally at full peace and you look around. A satisfactory feeling sat on your shoulders, "It may not be Christmas like when I was 7, but it's a Christmas to remember."
The night was filled with positive memories and Instagram posts, with laughter and love.
You exhale, feeling happy, and throw a few cups into the trash and decide to clean up the rest tomorrow, the house tidy enough to sleep well.
João was already in bed, and you take the opportunity to take a warm wash before getting changed back into your comfy pjs.
And yes, you were that couple. The ones who wore cheesy matching outfits. It was weird at first, but it was always fun going shopping and finding outfits to wear on your next date. Tonight, you two wore iconic black and red checkered pattern pants with black tops.
You grin when you look into the bathroom mirror, the cheesy-ness of this relationship was supposed to be audibly cringeworthy, but you quite enjoyed it.
Out of the bathroom and into bed, João puts his phone down into charge and turns to face you.
"Today was perfect," he sighed.
"It really was, everyone kept saying how the decorations looked so pretty," you reply with a smile.
"And everyone loved the food you made. Kept saying how delicious it was," he chimed back.
You smiled back and shuffle closer his arms wrapping around your figure, pulling you closer. Head tucked into your neck and his eyes shut, savouring the moment. You fanned your fingers through his hair and heard him mumble something incoherent.
"Hm, what?"
He pulled away slightly and quietly whispered, "Look up."
So, you do, and there it was again.
The mistletoe.
A chuckle rumbles out from your throat, "Can't get enough, can you?"
"Nope," he smiled against your neck.
You propped two fingers in his chin and tilted it up.
You kissed him just like you did before, this time with more love and passion.
Boy, you loved him so much. His mischievous actions filled your heart to the brim with love and you couldn't contain yourself.
You loved him so dearly and you would do anything for him.
So would he.
You pulled away slightly before attacking his face with kisses, his face cupped in your hands.
He giggles and lets you, indulging in the way your lips feel on his once you bring them back. You exaggerate this one, kissing him with faux sound effects. A loud "MWAH" shared between you two and you laugh into the kiss, then pulling away and rubbing your noses together.
His hands at your waist, yours at his cheeks, you just stare at each other. Neither one of you can deny the love that's being delivered from you both.
You two were madly in love. Obsessed with each other even. Nothing could even be thought to change this.
"I love you so much, y/n."
"I love you even more, João."
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⇢ authors note: It's finally finished!! My first ever story posted on Tumblr, WOOP WOOP!! Super sorry that this was posted a couple days later than it should've been, I did not realise how long editing would take😭. But if you made it this far, thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed this one shot. Don't worry, there will be much more to come so, if you'd like, follow and you'll be notified when I post next!
Reblogs and feedbacks are always appreciated ♡
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thatartiststudios999 · 4 months
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Been forever since I posted some of my fic since I've been working on another wip mostly, so here's another extra long snippet, as a treat!
   The playful banter continued, laughter filling the air as they learned not just about each other’s abilities but also about the trust and camaraderie that were slowly but surely growing among them.
   The group settled into a circle, their diverse backgrounds evident in the way they carried themselves. Carter, with his Egyptian heritage, admired the craftsmanship of Rayla’s Moonshadow Butterfly blades.  He pulled out his Khopesh, the curved Egyptian sword glinting in the sunlight, and examined the intricate carvings along its blade. 
   “Impressive blades you got there, Rayla. But there’s a certain elegance to the Khopesh,” he commented, a touch of pride in his voice.
   Rayla nodded appreciatively. “It certainly looks deadly. I’ve witnessed Callum forge his runes on the battlefield, and they possess a lethal grace of their own.”
   Callum shot a grin at Carter, recognizing a kindred spirit in their shared knowledge of their respective worlds.
   “You know, Carter, Xadia boasts a rich history of magical runes and spells. I’ve delved into ancient scrolls, deciphered forgotten tomes—” He was interrupted by an exaggerated eye roll from Rayla.
   Piper smirked at Rayla’s antics. “I suppose you could enlighten us about his research?”
   Rayla cast a playful sidelong glance at Callum. “Oh, can I ever,” she said, feigning a groan at her mage, who huffed in mock offense.
   “You say that as if you don’t enjoy it,” Callum retorted.
   “I didn’t say I don’t enjoy it,” Rayla replied, her tone teasing. “I’m merely pointing out that I only grasp about 40% of your ‘scholarly musings.’”
   Callum chuckled, his emerald eyes glinting with mirth. “Well, that’s 40% more than most people. Understanding runes is an art, after all.”
   Sadie, ever curious, leaned forward. “So, what kind of spells can you do, Callum? Anything impressive?”
   Callum exchanged a glance with Rayla, who shrugged nonchalantly. “Well,” he began, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, “I can summon lightning, create barriers, and even manipulate the elements to an extent. But my favorite spell? That’s tough to choose.”
   “Then just pick one to show us.” Jason suggested.
   Callum nodded as an incantation came to mind, “Alright, then,”
   Callum stepped forward, a determined glint in his emerald eyes. He set his mage staff down on the deck, taking several steps back to create distance. With a focused expression, he traced a blue rune in the air and stretched his hand forth and spoke the incantation, “Ventum Magneticus!”
   A whirlwind of air erupted from his outstretched palm, snaking its way towards his staff. The gust of wind enveloped the staff, lifting it off the ground, and drew it back to Callum’s hand with swift precision. His mage staff twirled gracefully in the air before landing securely in his grip.
   The group watched in awe, captivated by the display of Primal magic. Leo let out a low whistle, clearly impressed. 
   “That’s some handy magic you got there, Callum. Imagine the possibilities.”
   Piper grinned, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, “Can you use that spell on anything? Or is it just for your staff?”
   Callum nodded, a confident smile playing on his lips. “I can use it on various objects, as long as they’re not too heavy. It’s one of the basic wind manipulation spells for Sky magic.”
   Sadie leaned forward, intrigued. “Could you use it in combat?”
   Callum nodded again, his eyes alight with enthusiasm. “Absolutely. It’s great for disarming opponents or retrieving objects from a distance. The key is precision and timing.”
   Carter chimed in with his thoughts. “It’s impressive how you seamlessly blend magic and strategy. That’s a valuable skill to have.” The admiration in his voice was evident, a recognition of Callum’s prowess.
   Callum then decided to direct the spotlight to the Kane siblings, “What about you guys? You said you’re both magicians, right? Is that anything like a mage?”
   “Sort of. I certainly think that Egyptian magic is the closest to Primal magic, in terms of the glowing runes—Hieroglyphics, and having to speak the spell,” Carter replied.
   “Would one of you like to demonstrate for us?” Leo asked.
   A mischievous grin traced its way across Sadie’s face. “I could demonstrate—”
   But before she could speak the incantation, she was interrupted by a profuse “No!” from Carter.
   Sadie just rolled her eyes, “Honestly, brother, you didn’t think I’d actually do it, did you?”
   “I wouldn’t put it past you,” he huffed.
   “Like I’d try to blow up the ship we’re on.” She shot back.
   Sadie stood up and grabbed a teacup from one of the cupboards in the meeting room and brought it back on deck, letting it smash.
   “Hi-nehm,” she spoke, and small gold hieroglyphics appeared in front of her as the remains of the teacup reformed in her hands. The precision and finesse with which she performed the spell were impressive, leaving the others in awe of her mastery of Egyptian magic. Carter, despite his initial reluctance, couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride for his sister’s skill.
   “Now, that’s impressive!” Leo exclaimed, his eyes wide with amazement. “Imagine fixing things that way!”
   Piper grinned, her curiosity piqued. “You think it’d come in handy during a combat situation?”
   Sadie tilted her head thoughtfully. “Huh, I’ve never thought about that. I suppose it could though.”
   “That sounds incredibly useful,” Callum remarked, clearly impressed by Sadie’s demonstration. “It’s amazing how different our magic systems are, yet they all have their unique strengths.”
   Jason spoke up, “How does Primal magic work, exactly? Is it like Egyptian magic?”
   “Actually,” Callum began, his voice carrying a sense of reverence, “in Xadia, there are six primal sources of magic. The Sun, The Moon, The Stars, The Sky, The Earth, and The Ocean. Each source is tied to a specific Arcanum, a kind of primal connection that allows us to harness its power.”
   He paused for a moment, his eyes distant as if recalling memories etched in magic. “So far, I’ve connected to three Arcanums. The Sky, which grants me access to Sky magic like my mage wings, The Ocean, which lets me control water and ice, and The Moon, which enhances my ability to see in the dark and allows me to perceive and cast illusions.”
   Curiosity flickered in Jason’s eyes. “Connecting to each of them must be hard, right?”
   Callum nodded, his expression thoughtful. “It’s not easy, as humans were never meant to do it. Each time I connected to an Arcanum, it was during a trial, a profound moment of understanding the secret of the primal. It’s about unlocking the knowledge of the primal source, learning its essence, and forging a connection. Only then can you wield that type of magic.”
   Piper chimed in, her interest piqued. “So, it’s not just about power, but understanding and respect for the primal sources?” 
   “Exactly,” Callum affirmed. “Primal magic isn’t just a tool; it’s a bond, a harmony between the mage and the essence of the world. To wield it responsibly, one must grasp the essence of the source and the balance it maintains in nature.”
Next Part
And that's the last of Chapter 2! Hope to post the first bit of Chapter 3 tomorrow, so stay tuned!
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waywardsunlight · 1 year
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Belos is that annoying edgy kid who thinks being upsetting is cool and does upsetting shit to the people around him which got him the attention he wants. He clearly grew into having... Handmaid’s Tale Serena Joy energy but as a man with power. I think that’s pretty clear in how he talks to Luz, he really enjoys upsetting her. He waits for her reaction and if it’s not big enough he tries to get her to be more upset. He’s like... giddy at the idea he’s about to upset her and inflict trauma on her because he’s getting the validation and attention he wants. He’s able to switch back to his :) personality very fast but it leaks through
He wants Luz’s reaction so badly because she’s the only person he even sees as worth of his attention because he recognizes traits in her that he has, he recognizes how smart she is and compliments her in a condescending way. And Luz can’t help but buy into it because she’s a 14-year-old kid and what he’s doing is fucking upsetting. I think she’s catching onto it but he’s not going to stop, he just escalates until she has a big enough response to him. He doesn’t care about Hunter’s reaction as much as Luz’s because Hunter is just an extension of him that he finds uninteresting. He does take joy in harming Hunter but maybe it’s getting a little old or Hunter, because he’s so used to Belos’ bullshit, just doesn’t react the way Belos wants anymore. Luz is something new so he spends his time waiting for her reaction.
I’ve seen criticisms that he’s kind of a pure evil villain but I disagree. I think he reflects some of the worst behaviors of real people. People truly act like this. Belos has two personalities and two mindsets, he’s got his Chosen One Good Guy Heaven-Sent personality + goals and he’s got this one, the very desperate desire for attention and love that comes out in violence because he doesn’t want to get it any other way. Because he could stop hurting people. He wasn’t born evil. He’s just unwilling to change or seek positive relationships because those take work and he is definitely suffering from trauma and his own issues that make him not want to put any effort at all into getting better. Belos also assumes that because he had a positive relationship that ended in someone leaving him that this is going to happen every time, ignoring the fact that the person who left him did so perhaps intentionally and was very happy to see him again and wanted to let him into their life but he refused because he couldn’t imagine a world where he didn’t have that person wholly and completely his and that is his fucking mistake because then he lost them forever.
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Last Chance
cw: gun
Hero held up his hands, hoping he was the only one who noticed the way his fingertips were shaking. He kept his chin down, low, watching his attacker through his eyelashes.
"Put the gun down," he whispered.
"No," Sidekick hissed. Her cheeks were still wet with tears. "Not until you promise."
Hero licked his lips. Between Sidekick and Villain, he was running out of options. He was running out of ways out. He swallowed, trying desperately to come up with another way out, another lie, anything to give him another inch to wriggle free.
Sidekick's eyes flashed again with their piercing light. She tightened her grip on the gun.
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SPOILERS FOR QUACKITY’S STREAM, “THE END OF LAS NEVADAS”
Anyways, this was based off of an idea/ conversation between me and a friend.
  It had been.. Years? Over a decade, he was pretty sure, since he was last in this desert, barren from almost any buildings, aside from the large and sprawling country that laid before him. It was the place he had first learned the basics of being human, all the good and the bad.
The large sign now seemed so small compared to the city that had grown so much. There was almost a pride in his heart as he stepped forward.When he had left this place, he had taken a life from two different people, sending them sprawling into the dark pavement below that tall tower. He had been angry, upset, felt used and terrified, all at the same time. Because until that point, he had never been his own person. He had only the name that had been given to him.
Passing under the sign of neon lights, it all felt so familiar yet foreign at the same time. The city was bustling, a lot more than it had been when he left. But then again, the country hadn’t really been open to the people at that time. But years had passed since then, and things were bound to change within the winds of time. He had seen it before, and this time was no different as he made his way into the ever growing country.
He kept one hand on his sword, sheathed at his hip, and the other on his bag that was slung across his shoulder that held his food, supplies, anything he felt that he might have needed for his journey. Even if this place had once been his home, he knew not everyone was friendly, it was one of the first lessons he had learned, and something he had seen personally.
Though in particular, he was looking for a certain someone. A noiret, with yellow wings that sprouted from the middle of his back, and a scar that ran from above his eyebrow down to his mouth. The person who had taken him in and shown him a lot of what it meant to be human. And this person was Quackity from Las Nevadas.
He hadn’t told the other that he was returning for a visit, because frankly he didn’t know how it would go. He didn’t know if Quackity would have held onto his shitty, and quite frankly negative, morals, or if Quackity had actually changed as a person. Because it was clear that in this server, a lot of people clung onto the bad side of their lives, and let it overtake them. He had seen it too many times to count, or to remember them all if he was being honest.
He looked around, up at the towering buildings and at the street around him as he walked, making mental notes of what was different and what was not. Because he figured there was one specific place he would be able to find the person he was looking for. The Casino. The main attraction of the country. A grand building, he remembered. Multiple floors, a hotel built into the top floors for specially paying guests, or for the citizens of Las Nevadas, which back then there were very few of them, who didn’t have a place to go when the sun was setting or the sun was rising.
He got lucky though, that he didn’t have to go all the way to the casino, because soon he saw a figure with yellow wings folded neatly against their back, dark hair slicked and combed backwards, gray hairs scattered in the dark strands, leaning mainly on a cane as they overviewed what seemed to be the repairs of a building. Taking a glance upwards, he recognized this building. It was the same one he stood atop all those years ago when he pushed not one, but two people, to their demise, costing them each a life.
His eyes went back to the person with the yellow wings, who was talking to someone now, slightly taller than them, with orange horns atop their head, and hair just as dark, pulled back into a low ponytail. He watched the one with orange horns glance at him for a couple moments, before gesturing to him as he said something that he couldn’t quite make out.
The person with the wings turned, and sure enough, it was just the person he was looking for. Quackity, from the country of Las Nevadas, His face had grown tired, crows feet and smile lines showing his age, his hair steadily graying, especially at the front of his hairline. And the large, iconic scar that left his eye blind.
Quackity blinked for a couple moments, as if he couldn’t really believe what he was seeing, before his face broke into a smile. It was a kind, yet tired, smile. Not one full of vengeance or the need to get back at someone that he had worn so often all those years ago.
“Hey, Quackity”
“Welcome back to Las Nevadas, Charlie”
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something so fucked up about Chat Noir’s whole deal is that he is in a lot of ways Adrien playing a character. Like Adrien picked up his miraculous and was told he’d be a superhero so he was like “ok, time to act like a superhero!” and he lets himself have fun w it and play up the role and let loose and kind of just allow himself to be silly and goofy and have fun and for once in his life not care about performing Perfection™.
But. But none of the other characters KNOW THAT. So everyone just sees Chat Noir and is like “look at this guy’s ego. He’s so full of himself. Surely it’d be fair to knock him down a few pegs” without being aware of how few pegs he actually HAS. He’s like the “insecure character who overcompensates in ego” trope except he’s really not doing it unironically, he’s just having a fun LARP pretending to have self worth in his off-hours but nobody else is on the same page about it being a game and he refuses to tell them. He just dramatically pouts about it and lets them laugh and pretends like he’s not internalizing it and it is almost 3 am and my brain forced me to write this instead of sleeping I’m gonna take a melatonin
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"this is too raw of a line to come from—" shut up. beauty and meaning is everywhere
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the most anticipated comic from this blog: White Boy Goes Dancing (follows directly from this)
Everyone's been sending me asks for this! I have a second part to this planned for the future. Watch this space!
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Polar bears are like, legendarily chubby! So here's my artistic take on Aurora
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♡ Mistletoe Madness
~A Christmas Special🎄~
⇢ pairing: João Félix x fem!reader
⇢ word count: 3.5k
⇢ genre: Fluff, ChristmasDay!au
⇢ summary: Obsessed with you, João finds a way to have you shower him with kisses on Christmas Day.
⇢ warnings: Fluff with a bit of festive cheer! Some swearing and a suggestive language used, though nothing graphic. Mostly just a cheesy, romantic, I’m-so-in-love-with-you type of relationship<3 
 ⇢ authors note: My first ever story being posted. Finally!! I tried to whip this up quickly since I saw it on Christmas Eve and wanted to post this on time, but I spent a lot of time thinking and polishing it so it would be perfect for you lovelies!
I came across an accounts ask to another author and I loved the concept, but the writer, unfortunately, wasn't able to fulfil their request, and I decided to do it! So, @idk1459 this is for you hon’, (sorry for it being late) it's quite long but I hope you enjoy it!
A very (late) Merry Christmas to those celebrating! I don't celebrate it, but I absolutely love the festivity and joy that spreads around town, so I couldn't help but write this one shot😆.
Please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes. I've read over it to make sure, but I might have missed some!
Anyways, enjoy this story and have a jolly time with your family, friends and presents. Happy Holidays! 💝
⇢ ♡¸.•*' Mimi's Navigation '*•.¸♡
⇢ reblogs and feedback are motivating and always appreciated! ♡
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It was Christmas morning in Madrid. It may not look it with the lack of snow, but the pretty lights at night and the happiness practically bursting through the roofs of the neighbourhood made up for it.
Everything was decorated, and everyone seemed to have fun around Christmas, whether you celebrated it or not. The joy, food, fun and even store sales were enough to have people saying, "Ho Ho Ho!" and "Feliz Navidad!" [Merry Christmas!] to you when walking by.
You, personally, loved Christmas. As a child you would wake up to the sound of the alarm you had kept so early, just so you could go and wake up everybody else in the house. Running around, squealing "Its Christmas!! Wake up, wake up, wake up!!!" as your feet padded down the staircase.
The way your eyes would sparkle at the tree and its gifts it held underneath, the shiny wrapping paper calling your name.
Eating the food your mother had made and singing Christmas Carol's with your siblings.
Sneaking a snip of the eggnog and immediately scrunching your face up at the taste.
Oh, were those the times.
Unfortunately, those special times fizzled out.
You got older, focused on your education, earned enough and decided to travel before settling down in Madrid, Spain.
You still love Christmas; nothing would change that. It's just not how it used to be.
But you weren't complaining.
7 months after you had decided to stay in Madrid, you took a job offer of being the Social Media Manager for the team Atlético de Madrid. You didn't know much about sport but considering your young age and their previous SMM leaving the country, you took the shot and they offered it to you in a flash!
There was when you met João, your present boyfriend. A whole 2 years together spent with laughter and love.
He had asked you to move in with him about nearly 10 months after dating.
"I wanna wake up to your pretty face every morning, sleep by your side every night, and spend every minute of the day together," was what he said to you on a night stroll after a date.
Kissing him softly, hands cupping his cheeks, his on yours, you pulled away and smiled brightly, "Of course I'll move in with you!"
And now here you are, 2 years later, in slumber next to him with one of his arms tucked under your head. He would always complain about the pain in his bicep afterwards, but when you tried to move his arm one night, he slid it back. "I don’t mind, I was just joking," he had sleepily murmured.
It was moments like that that make you internally awe at his sweet actions.
You awoke to the sound of your alarm and turned it off. No point in snoozing, you had been wide awake for the past 20 minutes. The excitement of it being that time if the year again was hard to contain!
João laid asleep next to you on his front with, his other arm across your middle. You turned around slowly and faced him, taking the opportunity to admire him.
He looked so relaxed.
Pink lips parted slightly, breathing steady, face smooshed against the pillow with his eyelashes fanning against the top of his cheekbones.
You couldn't help but let a small smile climb onto your face, your right hand coming up to lay against his left.
Oh, how lucky you were.
Leaning forward and pressing and soft kiss to the tip of his nose, you slowly got out of bed and made your way into the bathroom, humming softly "We Wish You A Merry Christmas" (a childhood favourite).
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Walking back into your bedroom, your eyes met dark pearls staring up at you.
"Good morning, my love. Sleep well?" You ask climbing across the mattress and onto the half-asleep figure.
He hummed and brought his hands to your hips, eyes never leaving yours. He didn't fail to notice the extra twinkle in your eyes, the slight red on your cheeks from being overly ecstatic, and the way your lips stretched into a wide smile, pearly whites, and all.
You leaned down, touching your noses together. "You know what day it is today?" You whispered, the giddiness you were feeling spreading across your words.
"Merry Christmas, amore," [love] he let out a soft chuckle and kissed your lips, "Mm, minty."
You laughed at his comment and sat back up, "C'mon hun, wake up. We have to get the house ready for the party this evening.
"5 more minutes!" He reached up and grabbed you back down before you could lift yourself off him.
"But there is still decorating and cooking and-"
He flipped you over, nestling his face into your neck, "Please?"
"Okay, fine. Just 5 minutes."
Next thing you know, kisses start to attack you neck and jaw, giggles erupting from each other’s throats as you fight his fingers from tickling your sides.
"João! Wai- WAIT AHAHAHA!"
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A tradition amongst your boyfriends’ football team was holding parties on every celebration. Sure, it got tiring always going to places, but it always ended in smiles and happy hugs goodbye.
This time everyone had decided to spend Christmas Eve with family instead of today, which also meant someone would be throwing a party on the busiest night of the year.
Rodrigo's wife kindly made a rota so that everyone had equal turns hosting events. This year was your guys' turn, and you were determined to up everyone in their own game.
It was no surprise to everyone that you were a tad bit competitive - the group chats with messages stating how excited they were to see your house decked out in Christmas lights.
Of course, they teased you too. Your friends making everything into a competition just to see your side full of pride.
Fans even thought that João would tend to hate this behaviour, cringing at the sight of it. But, actually, he loved it. It made your relationship more entertaining!
Video game wagers to "I bet you can't do this" made his love grow for you even further.
And here you were, now, fixing the Christmas lights onto the wall. João stood below you, holding the ladder you stood on as extra precaution.
"Procrastination does not rule," you sulked as you huffed the hair out from you face.
"Aw baby, don't worry! We still have a lot more time to get everything ready. Just imagine the looks on their faces when they see how you outdone them," his words made you smile at the way he's trying to motivate you.
You step off the ladder and kiss his cheek. "Yeah! They're gonna be so jealous when they see how awesome we did," clapping your hands and moving past him towards the decoration box, jokingly giggling deviously.
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The house was now vacuumed and dusted, the Christmas decorations were put up and around making the place so festive.
You decided to be even more extra and fire up the fireplace, ignoring João's protest to getting the coal and wood.
"But there are spiders there, y/n! I'm not going."
"So what? You're just popping in and out of the shed," you don't turn your head towards him when you talk, too busy with making the Santa themed cupcakes. But you know he's standing behind you with a definite pout on his lips.
"I don't like spiders. I hate them," he whined, coming up behind you and rested his chin on top of your head.
Sighing, you put down your spatula and turn around.
"Please, baby." You bat your eyelashes and bring a hand to his cheek, the other on his bicep. Your lips attach to his neck, leaving soft but heart-racing kisses.
"Do it for me?" You whisper, knowing João can't resist you like this. It's mean, sure, but you make it up to him, even if he is oblivious as to why.
You can hear his heartbeat beating fast whilst his fingers toy with your aprons belts, "Okay, okay... fine. I'll go."
He's about to move away when you pull him gently by the collar. A sweet kiss to his lips and he's back to looking at you with that I'm-so-in-love-with-you type of eyes.
"Thanks, hun."
Around 10 minutes pass and you hear the back door finally open and close.
"What took you so long? The sack should've been at the front," you ask as you remove your apron, finally done with the food which are sitting on the tables, patiently waiting to be eaten.
"There was a bug on the door," he replies, a deadpan look on his face.
"Oh," you try not to giggle when hanging up the fabric on the hook, "You got the bag though, right?"
"Mhm, right here," he shakes the sack lightly and moves towards the counter to place it down. You turn and notice his hand behind his back, "What's that?"
"What's what?"
"That thing behind your back? What are you hiding?" You narrow your eyes at him. "It better not be a fucking spider João. If you throw it on me-"
"It's not that, calm down!" Instead of seeing a creepy-crawly in a container, you see something green and shiny.
A mistletoe that your friend had gifted you. She claimed it would bring good health and vibes to your house, but you knew what João was really using it for.
A smile spread across his face as he takes a couple steps forward and hold the plant above your heads innocently, "Kiss me."
You chuckle and shake your head slightly at his antics. Nevertheless, a light peck is put to his pretty lips, and he sighs, satisfied, when you pull away.
"Can you move now? I wanna get ready," you ask with a smile mirroring his.
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You had taken time in your closet, trying to piece an outfit together for the party.
Nothing seemed to work. You groaned softly, annoyed. That was before you spotted something red in the corner.
You pulled it out from behind the other clothes and there it was, a cute red Mrs. Claus outfit. It was lined with faux white fur and had a black leather belt across the waist area. It was short but not too short, just enough to have heads turn when you walk by.
Letting out a little squeal, you get undressed and put on the outfit. You look in the mirror. "It's really pretty," you thought, "Did João buy this?"
"Ah, I see you've found it," speak of the devil. You turn and face him, "I bought this for you when I was supposedly window-shopping last week. Do you like it?"
"I love it! Thank you so much!"
"Yeah, of course," he replies with a smile.
Kissing his cheek, you walk out the closet and get started on hair and makeup.
You were almost ready, whilst João still had to find something to wear. Though, he doesn't realise the time crunch you're on, and walks up behind you.
You look at him through the mirror while combing your hair, "Do you need something, love?"
He only hums, and holds the mistletoe once again above you, shaking it slightly. A smirk lays on his lips and you roll your eyes, yet you can't fight the smile off your own.
Tilting your head and closing your eyes, you feel his lips meet yours. His hand resting on your shoulder, and you lift yours to his hair.
He doesn't pull away though, moving further down to your sweet spot and kisses softly there.
A quiet involuntary moan leaves your lips, fingers tangled in his hair at this point, and he smirks against your sun-kissed skin.
"João..." breathlessly you speak, but he turns you around and kisses you again. Your arms wrap around his neck you pull him closer to deepen the kiss.
When he pulls away, you both catch your breath as his forehead rests against yours.
You're about to kiss him again, when he pulls away from your body fully, "I've got to get ready." He smirks at your slightly furrowed brows, before walking into the bathroom and closing the door.
"What...? He just... I'm so confused right now," whispering to yourself with a hand coming up to your chest, feeling how fast it was beating.
"Tsk. Such a tease."
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You both were fully ready now and were placing everything where it should be.
João was wearing a dark green polo paired with black jeans. A few rings on his fingers and a silver watch on his left wrist. Hair completely different from your light curls - messy and fluffy, but it's the way you love it.
"We should take some pictures!" You exclaim happily, satisfied with how everything looks.
"Oo, yes!" He whips his phone from his pocket and starts taking pictures of all the food and the decorations that stand out.
"Gonna upload them to Instagram. A little preview of you will."
You giggle in agreement and glance at the clock, only a couple hours till guests arrive. That's not all you take note of though. You see something peeking from under the archway, just beneath the clock's hanging area.
There it was again. The mistletoe.
"He can't even hide it properly," you think, biting back a smile.
"All done and posted, babe," he says and turns around. You're not there behind him though. You're standing underneath the mistletoe.
You bite your lip to prevent you from laughing when his face drops at your discovery, "Oh, you found it."
"Yeah, well, you didn't really hide it properly, did you?"
Scoffing he walks up to you and places his fingers on your chin, tilting your head up to meet his. He dips his head down and just as he is about to kiss you, you swerve out of the way.
"That's what you get for before," a mischievous smile dances across your lips and his lips part, almost dumbfounded at your action.
"I- well played," he smirks and shrugs off the teasing, leaning forward to kiss you again.
"Uh-uh! Nope! I gotta find the DVD's," and just like that, you vanish into another room, leaving him there standing there. This time, his eyebrows furrowed as he looks at where you were once standing.
"Oh, she wants to play like that?" he smirks, once again, to himself and reaches up to the mistletoe, "Fine by me."
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Around 7 pm the guests had started to roll in, "hi"'s and hugs being exchanged at the door and each person with Secret Santa gifts in their arms.
"The house looks wonderful guys!"
"Yeah, I love what you did with the tree."
"Look at this!! The Santa Claus meringue is super cute!"
You were pleased with how everybody was enjoying the party, standing by the counter with a drink in hand, till you feel two hands wrap around your waist.
"Everyone seems to be having fun, o querido," [honey] a honey voice whispered in your ears.
"Mhm, we definitely outdid them," you giggle quietly when someone decides to make an announcement.
"Hey, hello? HEY! EVERYBODY, LISTEN UP!" The house goes quiet, "Thank you. I just wanted to say what fun it is to be here with you guys tonight. We have been through so much together and ending the year with everyone here, smiles on their faces, it's perfect," he raises his glass of wine up, "And thank you, to y/n and João for letting us into their humble abode and throwing us this awesome party!"
Cheers and "thank you"'s bounce between the walls, a satisfactory smile on both your faces.
You chuckle to yourself when your clearly wasted friend calls you over to play truth or dare, "C'm'over here!"
Pulling João by the hand you sit on the floor cross legged, him behind you still not letting go of your hand.
"Okay so, Diego, truth or dare?"
The game continues for a little until it turns over to João, and he obviously picks you.
"Truth or dare, bebê?" [baby]
"Hmm..." you ponder a for a second, knowing to choose wisely seeing as it was your boyfriend João asking you.
Anytime you play these types of games, he always manages to get a laugh of you. Sure, the teasing gets you upset but you know it's all out of love.
"I choose... dare."
"Bold move," your friend mumbles, taking another sip of her eggnog.
"I dare you to kiss me," he smirks, almost innocently but you catch the glint in his eye.
"That's it?" you lift your head up and face him, grabbing his face gently and pulling it closer to yours.
"No, wait!" And there it is again! That same green shrub above your faces and the same cheeky smile upon your boyfriends’ face, "Now you can."
"Seriously?" You laugh and a wide grin, "You just carry that around with you now?"
If it means I get to keep kissing you, then yes."
You roll your eyes and kiss him. A light one it was supposed to be, but he deepens the kiss having it last a second longer that it should and chases you a little when you pull away. A few low whistles manage to bring out a blush on your face, but you don't seem to care.
"There," your hands resting on his jaw moves down to his hands and he grabs one bringing them to his lips with a peck.
You giggle softly and your heart melts at the sight of him.
Everyone turns away and continues their games, yet you two are stuck in your own world, heart-shaped pupils, and all.
Neither of you can get enough of each other that you don't mind showing your love whenever and wherever, even if it's in front of your guys' friends.
"I love you, my lady."
"I love you, too, my pretty boy."
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A little after midnight, the guests start to pour out. Drunk and sloppy visitors holding onto their partners like they're hanging on edge, they wave their goodbyes, and the door shuts close. The house empty and quiet, only the sound of soft music playing from the speakers.
You walk over and disconnect it, finally at full peace and you look around. A satisfactory feeling sat on your shoulders, "It may not be Christmas like when I was 7, but it's a Christmas to remember."
The night was filled with positive memories and Instagram posts, with laughter and love.
You exhale, feeling happy, and throw a few cups into the trash and decide to clean up the rest tomorrow, the house tidy enough to sleep well.
João was already in bed, and you take the opportunity to take a warm wash before getting changed back into your comfy pjs.
And yes, you were that couple. The ones who wore cheesy matching outfits. It was weird at first, but it was always fun going shopping and finding outfits to wear on your next date. Tonight, you two wore iconic black and red checkered pattern pants with black tops.
You grin when you look into the bathroom mirror, the cheesy-ness of this relationship was supposed to be audibly cringeworthy, but you quite enjoyed it.
Out of the bathroom and into bed, João puts his phone down into charge and turns to face you.
"Today was perfect," he sighed.
"It really was, everyone kept saying how the decorations looked so pretty," you reply with a smile.
"And everyone loved the food you made. Kept saying how delicious it was," he chimed back.
You smiled back and shuffle closer his arms wrapping around your figure, pulling you closer. Head tucked into your neck and his eyes shut, savouring the moment. You fanned your fingers through his hair and heard him mumble something incoherent.
"Hm, what?"
He pulled away slightly and quietly whispered, "Look up."
So, you do, and there it was again.
The mistletoe.
A chuckle rumbles out from your throat, "Can't get enough, can you?"
"Nope," he smiled against your neck.
You propped two fingers in his chin and tilted it up.
You kissed him just like you did before, this time with more love and passion.
Boy, you loved him so much. His mischievous actions filled your heart to the brim with love and you couldn't contain yourself.
You loved him so dearly and you would do anything for him.
So would he.
You pulled away slightly before attacking his face with kisses, his face cupped in your hands.
He giggles and lets you, indulging in the way your lips feel on his once you bring them back. You exaggerate this one, kissing him with faux sound effects. A loud "MWAH" shared between you two and you laugh into the kiss, then pulling away and rubbing your noses together.
His hands at your waist, yours at his cheeks, you just stare at each other. Neither one of you can deny the love that's being delivered from you both.
You two were madly in love. Obsessed with each other even. Nothing could even be thought to change this.
"I love you so much, y/n."
"I love you even more, João."
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⇢ authors note: It's finally finished!! My first ever story posted on Tumblr, WOOP WOOP!! Super sorry that this was posted a couple days later than it should've been, I did not realise how long editing would take😭. But if you made it this far, thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed this one shot. Don't worry, there will be much more to come so, if you'd like, follow and you'll be notified when I post next!
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