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valleyof-goldenlilies · 4 months

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The Heartbreak of Christmas Eve - Modern! Aegon Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Your best friend shows up at your doorstep on Christmas Eve.

Pairing: Modern! Aegon Targaryen x AFAB! Reader

Warnings: profanity, angst, p in v, cockwarming

Word Count: 1.75k words

A/N: hoe hoe hoe! a very merry late Christmas and Happy New Year in advance from me to you :) ALL MY AEGON GIRLIES, THIS IS FOR YOU. he may be a train wreck, but we love him regardless. enjoy ;)

lovely dividers credited to @firefly-graphics !

The sound of knocking at your front door was not one you’ve been expecting this evening. You had plans to celebrate Christmas Eve and Christmas on your own, since your family was travelling this holiday season. Who could it be?

Your questions were answered when you saw a dishevelled looking Aegon at the door, a sheepish expression on his weary face, a night bag in his hands. “I…I didn’t know where else to go…”

Looking at him from head to toe, taking in his pitiful state, you sighed, opening the door a bit wider to let your best friend in. “Come on in.”

You ventured to the kitchen to make Aegon a mug of tea after locking the door, just in case he was drunk again. Walking over to the couch where Aegon had made himself comfortable on, you handed him the mug. “Here.”

Aegon took it with a grateful, watery smile. “Thanks. You’re the best.” You tried not to let the words get to you. To him, it had always never meant nothing, a natural reflex in his charismatic nature, but to you, it always meant everything. It was a stupid thing, having a crush on your gorgeous, smoking hot best friend, who was the dictionary definition of the word ‘playboy’.

Just then, you heard a sniffle, and you realised with concern that his eyes were red. “Hey, everything okay?” You asked softly.

Aegon sniffled again, looking like a lost child as he hunched over his mug of tea. “Jenna broke up with me.”

Jenna had been Aegon’s latest in a series of girlfriends, and the longest lasting one at that. They had been dating for eight months now, and Aegon had really cared for her, much to your heartache. But you accepted it, as you always have, burying your feelings under the sand yet again.

“I’m really sorry, pal,” you moved into give Aegon a hug, which he melted into. Soon, you could hear sobs eliciting from his throat, as he lamented, “Why does everyone I love always end up leaving me? Am I that loathsome?”

No; you’re not, you wanted to tell him. You wanted him to know that for the longest time, you’ve loved him, much more than as a friend, and that you would never leave him, no matter what. But you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had with him, knowing that he would never feel the same. And even if he did, he could never give you the stable, long term relationship that you wanted.

So you only patted his back softly, and comforted him as best as you could. “You’re not loathsome, Aegon. You’re my best friend.” And I love you. “I would always be by your side, no matter what.”

“You really mean it?” Your heart broke at Aegon’s small voice, and you pulled him into a tighter embrace. “Of course. Best friends forever, remember?”

There was a silence, and you thought Aegon hadn’t heard you, but he only let out a noisy sniffle and said lowly, “Yeah…best friends forever.”

The two of you held each other for a while, hearing the snow fall outside your window as you comforted the love of your life over his heartbreak, while your heart was breaking on the inside.

Because your apartment was small, it only had one bedroom, so Aegon had to crash with you in your bed. It was your usual arrangement, but tonight, Aegon just couldn’t sleep.

Shifting uncomfortably on the left side of the bed, Aegon turned to face you, wanting to talk to you, to do anything, but you had your back turned to him. Unbeknownst to your best friend, you were fighting your own demons, trying to console yourself for being upset over this. It was his fifth girlfriend already, and you had had to comfort him over so many things ever since you were kids, so why did this bother you so much?

Because you’re hopelessly in love with him, that’s what.

You let out a quiet huff of frustration, but the sudden weight of a warm hand across your waist made you tense up. Aegon had always been feely in his sleep, but this was not helping any of your thoughts right now.

“Aegon…?” You asked in a quiet voice, careful not to wake him if he was asleep. But then, you felt a hardness press between your asscheeks, and you stiffened. He was most definitely not asleep.

“Aegon-“ “Shh,” Aegon’s low rumble that always made your knees weak sliced through the air. You could feel his breath on your neck, as he nestled his head on your shoulder. “I just need to feel…something. Please.”

You swallowed, feeling humiliation creep up your cheeks, staining it red. “Are you serious?” Your voice was not quite your own, scratchy and fragile. You were tearing up. “Aegon, for years, I’ve stood by, being your best friend, caring for you, wanting you, loving you, never wanting for anything more because I fucking loved you, but this is how you treat me? As some rebound fuck to get over your ex?” Your voice was laced with hurt venom. “I can’t believe you.”

Aegon felt every single muscle in his body freeze as your words registered in his mind. You loved him. For so many years now.

Tears were streaming down your face by now, and you wanted to push Aegon away, but you were just so tired. So upset. You flinched when he wrapped his arm around your waist tighter. “Hey,” he said softly into your ear, making goosebumps rise up on your flesh. “Look at me.”

When you refused to turn around, Aegon sighed. He deserved as much, he supposed. “Hey, listen,” Aegon began tentatively. “I know I’m probably the world’s biggest asshole right now, and I probably will earn your eternal enmity after this, but…I love you.”

Shocked, you turned your head back slightly to face him, breath hitching as you felt his hot breath on your bare skin. “…you’re joking.”

Aegon smiled sadly, shaking his head. “I’ve never been more serious in my life. I know I’m the biggest fucking idiot ever for this, but I always buried my feelings and kept it a secret, because…” he hesitated. “Because I was worried you wouldn’t feel the same.” He sighed, running a hand down his face. “If only I knew you had always felt this way, I would’ve said something. Why do I always ruin everything?”

A heavy silence enveloped the room, and Aegon felt his heart break as he heard you sniffle. You were crying because of him. Gods, he was just the biggest douche out there, wasn’t he?

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, stroking your hair gently, not knowing what else to do to comfort you. “I’m so sorry, love.”

Finally, you turned around, your cheeks stained with tears that were visible even in the dark. Aegon swallowed, feeling awful. He had probably just ruined your Christmas and your year. “Y/N-“

He was cut off by the press of your lips on his. Your lips were warm against him, soft and inviting and tasting of gingerbread, and Aegon, despite his initial shock, found himself returning the kiss, letting out a few grunts as his hands found your waist again. The both of you continued making out for a while, while Aegon continued wiping the tears from your eyes. He wanted you so badly. Gods, he always wanted you.

His hands slowly wandered down to your breasts, groping them, squeezing them gently, all while he continued kissing you. You moaned into his mouth as he did, making the bulge in his pants grow undeniably harder. Your hand went down to stoke his cock over his sweatpants, and he hissed into your mouth, making you smile slightly against his lips.

Gradually, your pants fell off, and Aegon’s did too, and you gasped as you felt him stretching out your pussy. You had wanted this for so long, and now you were finally experiencing it. It was still quite unbelievable.

Aegon groaned as he bottomed out in you, his grip on your waist tightening. You made to move your hips, but Aegon stilled your movements, whispering huskily into your ear. “Let’s just stay like this. I want to wake up like this, with you around me.”

A small shiver went through you at those words, and you nodded mutely, letting out a soft yawn. Aegon chuckled, brushing your hair away from your forehead and kissing you on the lips. “Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Aegon. And Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, love.”

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dragonitepaw · 4 months

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Happy Metadad Monday! 💙🌸

Happy Holidays/Merry Christmas !! 🎄

I’ve been very busy this holiday season so wasn’t able to create a larger piece </3 I hope you can enjoy this regardless!!

Wishing everyone a wonderful Christmas if you celebrate, and a lovely holidays/new year if you don’t! ✨

#kirby #metaknight #meta knight #metadad #papa knight #hoshi no kaabii #kirby fanart #nintendo

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mostlymaudlin · 4 months

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important question: how do you think neil/the other foxes felt the next holiday season they had together??? what did the inside of neils head look like on new year’s eve as he remembered what he was doing that time the year before yknow

i love when people ask me questions abt my hcs like this <3

i kind of wrote a NYE flash fic last year! it's not very introspective tho. neil is just happy and getting a smooch :)

however, you got me thinking about how that juxtaposition would be for neil during the holidays. it got more christmas-y than NYE-ish though, so apologies if you're not rly into xmas... I'm usually not either lol. buuuuuut i wrote this:

🎄 merry & bright 🎄

andreil, rated t, 400 words / ao3 series: flashes of intimacy

There are no flights this year. No Exy, either. Wymack changed the codes to the court before he and Abby left to celebrate the holidays in the Bahamas. Neil does have one new wound: a paper cut he received while Nicky taught him how to wrap presents. It’s deep enough to need a bandaid, but not enough that he’ll remember it this time next year — not the way Evermore haunts the edges of Neil’s mind.

The memories come to him in hazy fractures, seconds-long intrusions that make his stomach roil. The phantom of the Ravens’ grueling schedule is messing with his sleep. Neil tries to lie still in the dark bedroom, but he keeps Andrew up too. Or maybe Andrew just has his own ghosts. Regardless, Andrew wraps himself around Neil from behind until late in the night, a silent commitment to rest even if sleep itself won’t come.

Those are just moments, though; blips in a winter break spent at the Columbia house. The present day is lazy and cheerful and warm enough to chase away the chill of the past.

“Are you having fun, Neil?” Nicky asks.

They’re in the living room, and the space is lit only by the television and the colorful lights on the tree. Earlier, when they’d driven around looking at other people’s Christmas lights, Neil had to sit half in Erik’s lap in order to cram four people in the backseat of the car. The lights were pretty. One house had taxidermy deer that disgusted Kevin but fascinated Aaron. Another had a sign with instructions to tune into a radio station where they were broadcasting music that synced up to the lights flashing on the house. Some of the streets they drove down were lined with houses lit up so brightly that it nearly gave the illusion of daylight.

Andrew pokes Neil in the cheek, bringing him back to the present once more. Nicky stares at him expectantly. There’s a mug of cooled cocoa in his hands. The credits roll on a claymation movie that Neil had only sort of watched through drooping eyelids. Andrew’s arm is a heavy, warm weight across the back of Neil’s shoulders, and his fingers occasionally trace the seams of Neil’s shirt. He hasn’t let go of Neil since they got home.

“Yeah,” Neil says. Nicky grins. Andrew draws circles against Neil’s shoulder. “Thanks. I really am.”

#my writing #aftg fic #andreil #aftg #flash #flashes of intimacy #putting this on ao3 too bc i like it hehe

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mothwingwritings · 1 year

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Christmas Traditions with Baki, Retsu, Katsumi, Hanayama, Biscuit, Jack, Doppo, Yujiro, and Motobe <3

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!! I hope you are all having a fun, nice, peaceful holiday! I wanted to write a little something for the day (I actually started a full on Christmas fic but very quickly realized I would run out of time oops) so here’s a little blurb I whipped out during down time at work. It’s nothing huge, and it’s basically unedited, but I wanted to give you all a little present of sorts if I could. I know I take forever to update and post things, so thank you all for your patience and being wonderful superb humans. I love you all~

So HAPPY HOLIDAYS! If you don’t celebrate-I hope you have a bitching weekend regardless. B)

(Also this is my first attempt at writing something slightly romantic for Yujiro where he isn’t horrible, so there’s that loooool)

Warnings: None really, it’s very fluffy. Maybe the tiniest hints of sexy stuff?

Your tradition with Baki is opening presents early. He never really had much of a holiday growing up, so the prospect of having a traditional Christmas with the person he loves gets him amped. Though you told him countless times you don’t really need material possessions from him, he approaches the task of gift giving with a sense of childlike enthusiasm. He’s thrilled to act as ‘Santa’ for you, feverishly going over in his head all the things you have ever mentioned wanting or liking in the course of your relationship. You in turn also have fun shopping for him, happy that you get to create pleasant memories for him during the holiday season to replace all the lackluster ones. The day’s leading up to Christmas mount his anticipation-he is as pumped to see and spend time with you as he is to exchange gifts. You’ll be lucky if you can get him to hold out tearing into presents by Christmas Eve, let alone the day of.

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Your tradition with Retsu is preparing a big meal. Christmas isn’t something that Retsu ever really celebrated previously, but he knows it’s an important and fun time for you so he wants to make it special for the both of you. He’s delighted to spend the day with you, and takes great pleasure in cooking a holiday meal the two of you can enjoy. So though he may not go all out on decorations or other holiday activities, you are sure to have a delicious feast in preparation for you at home-a mix of your favorite holiday foods and some of his own favorite recipes. He pours his heart and soul into it, and is sure to shower you in love and affection throughout the day. Seeing your face light up in joy as you take in the food spread before you is the only assurance he needs that he’ll have the honor of being your personal holiday chef many years to come.

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Your tradition with Katsumi is sightseeing. Christmas Eve each year is spent out on the town as you take in all the sights and activities the holiday season has to offer. You look at lights, listen to carolers, go ice skating, grab some hot cocoa/coffee. The whole day you stay linked arm in arm, smiling so hard your cheeks start to hurt. And when it’s time to wind down in the evening you both return home together to spend the remainder of the night wrapped up in each other’s arms, falling asleep to the favorite holiday movie or show of your choosing. He always seems to last longer than you do and considers those moments when you are nestled safely in his arms, right before he drifts off after you, some of the happiest moments of his entire life.

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Your tradition with Hanayama is traveling. It doesn’t matter if you want to go someplace warm and tropical, or cold and frozen. It can be the same place each year or someplace new. As long as he’s able to whisk you away from the hustle and bustle of your daily lives and spend the season in your presence, he really doesn’t give a damn where the two of you end up. He wants to be around you and only you, the best present he can provide and receive being your happiness and love. Just understand that as soon as your reach your destination, that’s when the real holiday magic begins ~

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Your tradition with Biscuit is story reading. Biscuit’s life is chaotic, and the holiday season does little to lessen this burden. Sometimes it can feel like you barely have time or access to each other at all. That’s why on Christmas he makes sure to dedicate the entire day just for you. Nothing fills him with warmth and peace like Christmas night does, snuggled up together in front of the fire place, taking turns reading each other Christmas stories from an old, well-loved book you’ve had since childhood. When you first suggested it you were afraid he would find it silly or childish, but he was delighted by the idea. He loves listening to you speak, finds peace in the stories your voice weaves for him. He can think of no better way to spend the holiday.

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Your tradition with Jack is a movie marathon. Like his brother, he doesn’t have too many fond memories of Christmas time to reflect on, so when you enter the picture you made it your mission to change this. Appalled that he hadn’t even seen the classics, you suggest a movie night, complete with homemade cocoa and all the Christmas cookies you can eat. You were concerned he may not like the idea at first, Jack wasn’t one to sit around for long periods of time and you were worried the movies may just bore him. But as he held you firmly in his laps, basking in homemade treats and your silly commentary, you knew this was the right move. Even as he poked fun at some of the films, calling them ‘kiddie movies’ you were ‘forcing him to watch’, you knew the small smile on his lips and the way he held you close relayed what he was truly feeling. This was cemented when he finished the marathon with the question “Same time and place next year?”

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Your tradition with Doppo is decorating. He humored you when you told him you wanted to do up your home for the holidays, and he let you go all out when it came to picking out and purchasing decorations. Unfortunately for him, all those decorations meant you needed help putting them up-and he was your prime target for assistance. Though originally he agreed begrudgingly, he ended up having a lot of fun decorating with you. It warmed his heart to see the smile that graced your lips as you dressed the tree, and he took great joy in the playful banter you shared over what decoration looked best in this corner of the room, or if the star atop the tree was crooked or not. It was also nice showing off for you whenever heavier decorations needed to be assembled, he lived for the little blush the fell over your face as you laughed, telling him his flexing and posturing was ‘too much’. Next year he’d have to remember to purchase some mistletoe to add to the arrangement, he already knew the perfect place to hang it ~

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Your tradition with Yujiro is skiing. You had never done it previously and were concerned how good you would be at it. It also didn’t help your anxiety that the one who invited you was Yujiro, and he had gone out of the way to clear out the entire slopes for just the two of you. But even with all your nerves the trip ended up being surprisingly peaceful and enjoyable. Yes, Yujiro picked at you and was obviously disappointed with your lack of immediate skiing skill, but he was also shockingly patient and helpful, giving you tips and guidance that made navigating the slopes much easier. Hours flew by without you realizing, and by the end of the day you were exhausted, but had successfully navigated a hill all on your own (albeit it was a beginner one, which Yujiro made sure to make fun of you for, but a slope is a slope in your humble opinion). Thinking this was a onetime deal you thanked Yujiro for the experience, letting him know it was the most fun Christmas you had had in a while. You were taken aback when he busted out laughing at you, explaining you weren’t anywhere near done-he’d repeat this every year necessary with you until you could get on his level.

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Your tradition with Motobe is to build a fire. It’s a simple thing, and not necessarily a strictly Christmas event, but you both find happiness huddled up together on Christmas night by the fire. You relish in each other’s company, sipping a warm beverage, sharing a blanket, and talking about anything and everything under the sun. The only time any banter occurs is when you argue over who needs to leave the comforting warmth to go get more firewood. This goes on late into the night until the two of you are too tired to keep your eyes open. The final words to leave both of your lips are affirmations of love and the promise to make the New Year great.

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cdragons · 4 months

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Revenant

Summary: Kol Mikaelson's soul manages to leave and travel while he still remains daggered in his coffin. While he wanders around and bitches about his life, he meets an unexpected friend. Warning(s): VERY HEAVY crack fic, technical crossover of fandoms, weird shit, Kol is a horny-ass gremlin, Druig & Kaety are obsessed with each other, Kol has a thing for witches bc he got mommy issues, Klaus is a bitch

Note: Merry Christmas to all who celebrate it! This fic came from an idea that I shared with @ethereal-athalia, and it is VERY much a crack fic. I don't have any plans in continuing this idea, but I wanted to write it out as a Christmas gift to @ethereal-athalia for how much of a good friend she's been to me. I never would have been able to do any of my fics without her in my corner. I own only my Hecate!OC. I do not own either Druig from Eternals, or Kol from TVD franchise. Also, Druig still very much exists in this fic and world bc I physically CANNOT write Kaety without Druig. Stay safe and hope that your upcoming year brings you all good health and happiness!

Kol hated being dead. Truly dead. Dead in a way that he couldn’t move or speak or live.

At least when he turned as a gift Mother Dearest he could still walk, even if he couldn’t use the arcane anymore. But of course, he would still always find his way back to witches and their magic. He couldn’t help it if he exuded that charm that made him so irresistible.

Gods, just remembering how pathetically sex-deprived his physical form was currently almost made him weep. He couldn’t wait until the moment he got that fucking silver dagger out of his chest. Nik was going to get it when he finally got out.

Sure, he may have crossed a line when he stated that Nik had a pair of buttocks flatter than a sheet of paper. But was he the one that gave his brother such lacking assets? No. That fault lied entirely with their mother and his biological father, thank you very much.

But alas, here his soul was, walking in a forest in the middle of some mosquito-flooded country.

At the very least, his gorgeous body was safe from the onslaught of bug bites and sweltering humidity. Only in the fucking Amazon did winter feel like summer.

Kol audibly groaned once more at the thought of his immaculate figure rotting away thanks to Nik. He couldn’t bear to think about how his illustrious fair skin being that dull grayish hue from being confined by death. At least when Bekah got daggered, Nik had the decency to make sure that her body remained stored in proper conditions and carefully encased in magic to prevent any harm coming to her. He had no guarantee. No, such love and devotion only went to ‘Lijah and Bekah when it came to Nik.

Story of his life: always an outsider, even with his own fucking siblings. Gods, he wanted nothing more than have his powers return to him. At least with magic by his side he’d finally be able to show Nik he wasn’t the only one with threats, he’d show him, he’d –

“Well, well, well,” came a new voice, “aren’t you a strange sight?”

Kol immediately turned his head to locate the mindless idiot that dared to interrupt his thoughts. Did humans devolve so pathetically that they no longer understood that when they see a soul wandering alone, that soul would likely be uninterested in any attempts of conversation? But looking at the individual who spoke to him, he was shocked beyond himself to witness such a devastatingly gorgeous woman before him. She had dark almond-shaped eyes and tall with legs that went on for miles. And her thick and illustrious raven waves practically flowed down the middle of her back like a black waterfall.

Dare he say it, this woman was almost as beautiful than him.

But regardless of how pleasing her outward appearance may be, she still would not be spared from his fury.

Pity, he would have loved to wrap those legs around his waist if he were actually here.

The corners of the woman’s lips went upward, and the cupid’s bow of her mouth was slightly pursed as she smirked, making her lips look plumper and more bitable than how they had right to be in the Original’s opinion. It was only a few seconds before the succubus burst out laughing. Her entire body arched with her back as she simply couldn’t contain herself.

“I’m sorry,” she said once he began to calm down, “but I’m afraid that I happen to be very happily married. In fact, I have been for the past near seven thousand years.” After making a quick glance up and down Kol’s near transparent form, she continued with a cat-like grin. “And I highly doubt someone as woefully young as you could satisfy a woman like me.”

Oh, now he was offended. Not being able to satisfy– did this woman have any idea who she was talking to? The list of names of men and women that swore they only believed in Heaven when Kol fucked them was so long that it would wrap the Earth twice. And she better believe than each time was more than consensual – they were begging him very enthusiastically to say the least. Who was this lady to assume –

Wait, did she say seven thousand years?

As if she could hear his thoughts, all the woman did was smiled before extending her hand.

“I think I’d like it very much if you and I became friends.”

Extending his own, Kol was surprised to see that his hand didn’t just pass through like it normally would for most physical objects. He could actually grasp her hand and feel the warmth passing through it. For the first time in…forever, Kol felt warmth flooding through him. He stared into her eyes, wondering how on Earth someone could live for seven thousand years. Even if she had the gift of mediumship, his presence was too well-hidden for even the most gifted and powerful medium to sense him.

Kol had to know more of her. He’d go mad if he didn’t.

“What are you exactly?” he carefully asked.

He could sense that this person was a being of extreme power. In the top of her finger, she likely contained far more power than Nik could possibly imagine, even in his wildest dreams. It seemed that being an invisible soul floating in the wind had its perks after all. If he was alive, walking and about, he’d never come across this marvel of a woman.

“I’d prefer if you began that question with ‘who’ than ‘what,’ but I suppose that matters little in this situation. My name is Kaetlyn, I prefer Kaet for my friends, but you may know me better as-”

“Hekate,” he whispered in awe, “Goddess of Magic. Titaness Mother of Witches and Monsters.”

“Surprised in a good way I hope?” Kaet asked with one brow raised.

“More or less, but I did imagine you about 30 feet taller with the night sky for skin and two more heads.”

“Well,” she softly chuckled, “I hope I didn’t disappoint you with my appearance. Now I’ll forgive you just this once for interrupting me. But only if you allow me to take you to my home.”

“Oh?” Kol asked, a salacious grin spreading across his face. Now things were getting interesting.

“Save it Kol Mikaelson-” ordered the ancient goddess as she raised her hand to her face as she pointed at him in warning- “I am taking you to the village that I run with my husband. So, I suggest that you keep your hands to yourself because he has a nasty little habit of being showing exactly how off-limits I am to youngsters such as yourself.”

“I never told you my-”

“You were once a witch, and I am the mother of magic. All witches and their magic came from me, including you.”

It really was so unfair how good she looked while talking over him. Oh well, he might as well play along. Finally, something interesting was happening in his life.

“So, who is this husband of yours, darling? And how can you be so sure that your husband could be a threat to me? You know who I am, what I became. What makes you so sure that once I enter your village, I won’t use my ghostly ways to end him.”

When Kol finished, he immediately felt a shift in the air. It was as if the sun had disappeared and the jungle went silent. It seemed that the animals that served as their audience went dead silent as if they were in anticipation for his end. The kind and amiable mirth of the chthonic witch shifted to dangerous and cold.

Kol had lived for over 700 years and after everything he done and witnessed, he had never felt such chill run down his spine.

“Listen well,” she began – her tone laced with the power and authority that came from someone of her position, “I won’t try to humor you with answering that ridiculous question, nor do I intend to let you presume that my kindness can be mistaken for naivety. My husband is one with abilities as ancient and powerful as mine. If you truly knew what he was capable of, you’d be far more terrified of him than you ever were of your father. That being said, if you ever try to threaten my husband or even think about go so far to joke about it again, I promise you that I can produce torture and incite fear that would make the devil weep in pity for you.”

Oh fuck, even as a ghost, Kol should not have been as aroused by her threats as he was in that moment.

But soon the tension dissipated and warmth from the sun returned to pass through him once more.

“Now that we have that matter cleared up, we really should get going. The sun’s about to set and you never know what or who would be lurking at night.”

With that being the final word, The Good Lady of the Night and Shadows turned around and made her way back to where he presumed to be the location of her home village. And what else could he do but follow her by how the slight sway of her hips seemed to beckon him.

Threats and chills mixed a beautiful witch with magic more ancient than time itself, Kol couldn’t remember the last time he felt so alive.

Authors' Note: And when Kol enters the village, he tries to flirt with Kaet in front of Druig like a dumbass, and his soul gets a major ass-whooping.

Tagging: @ethereal-athalia, @valeskafics, @klauslove, @carolineforbae, @misssophiachase

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MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE EVERYBODY!!! today is also the last Sunday of advent — the day of Love — which in the liturgical calendar brings our four week season of waiting and expectation to a close. we’ve had weeks of Hope, Peace, and Joy; today is Love!! I don’t usually post about ‘religion’ or what many people would consider religion, but today is a special day for me and I’d like to share it with you! today I’m lighting a pink candle on my altar to meditate and remember the love I’ve been given and the love I’ve shown.

and so much of my time was spent thinking about you guys!! this space really is my family and I’ve had so many geniunely life changing experiences here. regardless of wether or not you celebrate advent, Christmas, or anything else, im sending you some extra love today (if you accept it; if not, no worries :))

today is about the shift of a season. it arrives right after the winter solstice, and now we are looking forward, into lighter days and brighter hearts. today is about new chapters in old stories. today is about love, which isn’t always what we perceive as happy or joyful. love is a baby born on a stable floor. love is there in a field full of angels and shepherds; love is there when you’re crying on the bathroom floor; love is there in the loneliness and heartbreak and the deep grief of three am. love is the juxtaposition of glory and grief. of happiness and heartbreak. And the angel said to them, ‘Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.'” Fear not for the goodness of joy is reaching you in despair. fear not for glory is unafraid. fear not because love does not demand worthiness. fear not. you are loved.

so if the holiday season finds you crying or lonely or overwhelmed or scared of the upcoming year, it’s okay. we’re going to make it through this together, I promise. you’re so strong and brave and it’s a very hard world to be alive in, but you’re doing it and I’m so proud of you. you are so loved regardless of anything else, and you aren’t alone :))

Merry Christmas. I love you 💜

#tw christianity #tw religion

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tiannasfanfic · 1 year

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The Night Before Christmas

Eddie Munson x Reader (Fluff)

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Summary: After your final shift of the season at Starcourt Mall's Christmas Village, you prepare for your annual holiday celebration of one by stopping at Family Video for a few movies. You only came in for your annual favorites, but end up leaving with something very unexpected.

Rating: General Audiences

Author Note: Gender neutral reader, they/them pronouns. Super fluffy, inspired by the meet-cute from one of my favorite Christmas movies.

CW: Cranky Santa's; mentions of marijuana use; accidental injuries (clunked on the forehead by a door); generic description of unisex elf outfit.

Word Count: 3,132

Eddie Munson Taglist: @eddie-swhore

If there was one place you could say for certain that you hated, it was the mall.

Though, there was one place you could easily say you hated worse than the mall, and that was mall at Christmas time.

And yet, here you were, on Christmas Eve, not only at the mall, but working as Santa’s right-hand elf.

Despite the fact you didn’t care for the holiday season as a whole, you really looked forward to this gig every December.

The first year you played an elf at the Christmas Village in Starcourt Mall, you were saving for your own place and had picked it up as a second job. However, you ended up finding the work way more enjoyable than most other jobs you’d had. It was the perfect fit for you. You loved performing and entertaining people, especially kids. And what better way to entertain kids than by fully falling into the role of Santa’s merry little elf, fresh off the plane from the North Pole? People always mistook you for a theater kid since you had a flair for the dramatic and were always flamboyant. As it turns out, that’s exactly the right attitude you needed in order to successfully play a Christmas elf.

After you were out of your parents’ house, you enjoyed it enough that you keep coming back every year to don the ill-fitting elf outfit.

Really, that was the only downside. The elf costume was the same for all of Santa’s elves regardless of gender; a green sweater, red knee length puffy pants, gold and white striped leggings, green elf shoes and a green elf hat. The whole thing was bespoken with bells, tinsel, shiny things, and anything else you would expect to see adorning an elf’s clothing.

And it was one size fits all, which meant it fit absolutely no one that wore it.

Ah well. Pros and cons. At least it was warm.

Even though the line shut down precisely at 4pm as it always did on Christmas Eve, it was closer to 5 by the time you got through everyone already standing in it. It had been a super busy day with everyone that waited until the last minute to get their Santa photos done.

Really though, it had been a super busy week in general ever since word got out around town that the Good Santa was back at Starcourt Mall. The parents of Hawkins didn’t know why, but three years ago, after using the same guy in the role for a long time, the mall decided to hire someone else to play Santa. And this made exactly no one happy, neither parent nor elf.

Even in the Santa suit, jolly was not in this man’s vocabulary. In fact, you were pretty sure if anything jolly came within five feet of him, it would immediately wither and die. He was cranky and mean to everyone, customers and fellow employees alike. At least half of the children who saw Santa during those years left crying, and so did most of the elves every night when they went home.

But, this year, the old Santa Claus was back in town.

Now this was a man who truly embodied the role, waving and smiling at people while waiting between visits with the kids, calling out “Merry Christmas“ to them in a boisterous, jolly voice. He looked very much like Santa; his suit like nothing anyone in that small town had ever seen, blending old traditions and new together in a suit that could have been custom made for the man himself.

But, most importantly, everyone loved him. There was rarely a screaming baby photo with this Santa around, he just had a natural, soothing presence for even the most fearful child. You were pretty sure nothing could get within five feet of that man and not leave in a fantastic mood. Even looking at him made a person smile.

While you were also happy to have the old Santa back, it always made you giggle every time you heard someone talking about how amazing he was over every other Santa in Hawkins.

It made you giggle because the Santa everyone loved so much was none other than your uncle, Reefer Rick.

Like you, Uncle Rick had been working the Christmas gig for a long time now, even helping you get hired your first year there, and he thoroughly enjoyed it. The only time he ended up missing out on it was for the three years that he was in jail.

Unlike you though, every December he was genuinely filled with holiday cheer, not just faking it like you were.

No one would have guessed it by looking at the man under normal circumstances since he looked like someone who started his grumpy old man stage early, but Rick was quite possibly one of the nicest men in town. But, considering the population never bothered to get to know the man that half of them bought their drugs from, few people actually knew that.

The truly funny part of it was, Uncle Rick didn’t really try to hide the fact he was Santa. He didn’t disguise his voice, drove the same car, everything. But if anyone ever figured it out, they chose to ignore it. Between the padding he wore under the Santa costume that made him look moderately plump, a beard properly applied to his skin with spirit gum, a dash of makeup, and a cheerful demeanor that would rival the real Santa himself, it was easy for people to pretend they didn’t see what they didn’t want to see.

At the end of the day, so long as everyone was happy, and Uncle Rick was, then you guessed that was all that mattered.

You never bothered to change before leaving the mall since it always gave kids a giggle to see an elf walking around town. Neither did Rick for the same reasons. However, you did change into your normal shoes and put on your jacket before heading out the employee entrance to leave.

As you both walked across the parking lot together, Uncle Rick invited you to a Christmas party he was throwing that evening. Since neither of you spoke much to the rest of the family, your parents included, Rick had invited his chosen family and a few clients that had become close, genuine friends to spend the holiday eve with. But the weeks of holiday customer service work had finally taken their toll on you though, and you were mentally worn out. Uncle Rick more than understood, embraced you in a bear hug, then gave you an early Christmas present; One ounce of Lilac Diesel, your favorite strain.

That would pair very well with the evening of movie rentals and Chinese takeout you had planned.

Traffic was pretty heavy thanks to last minute shoppers, but you managed to reach the video store well before closing.

“Welcome to Family Vid- hey, Y/N!”

Since you preferred to spend most of your evenings at home, you tended to stop by the video store multiple times a week. This had led to a friendship with the evening clerks, Robin and Steve. You knew them fairly well by this point, and you stopped at the counter to talk with them for a while before you went wandering the aisles. It didn’t take you long to pick out what you wanted, choosing the same movies you watched every year around Christmas.

After Robin rang you out, you continued talking to them as you walked back to the door, pausing at the door to finish your conversation, your free hand resting on the handle.

Since you were looking over at your two friends rather than outside, you didn’t see a van pulling into the parking lot, nor did you see the curly haired man in a leather jacket hop out of it. He didn’t see you either as he walked up to the video store, busy double checking to make sure that he’d remembered to rewind the tapes before bringing them back

Right as the man was reaching for the door handle, you pushed the door open to leave.

BAM

Your head whirled around to the door at the sudden impact, eyes widening as you finally saw the man. He staggered backwards a step, a large red welt in the middle of his forehead from the collision with the door. His deep brown eyes crossed as he teetered sideways, then they rolled back into his head, and he hit the ground just a second later.

“Oh my god!” you exclaimed in alarm, quickly rushing outside.

Behind you, an alarmed Steve started to head around the counter to go help but was stopped when Robin grabbed his arm.

“Hang back a minute,” Robin told him when he looked at her quizzically. “I have a feeling about this one.”

Outside, you rushed over to the groaning figure sprawled out on the ground, who was now rubbing his forehead with one ring bespoke hand.

“I am so, so sorry!” you said, dropping your movies to the sidewalk next to the man as you bent down over him. “I didn’t see you there!”

Grabbing the man’s arm, you helped him sit up, then got around behind him so you could wrap your arms around his chest to pull him to his feet.

“You probably - owwww,” the man said, wincing as he straightened into a standing position, both of you sliding some on the slushy sidewalk. “You probably shouldn’t move someone that just had a bad blow to the head.”

Once he was steady, you let him go, then began dusting off the back of his denim vest and the sleeves of his jacket.

“Probably not,” you said, fluffing his hair to free any snow it picked up from the sidewalk. “But then you would’ve just gotten wet and cold.”

“That’s actually a-“ he started to say, his words suddenly cutting off as you stepped around him and he saw you for the first time. “…good point.”

As your gaze met his, you found your eyes widening as a tingle spread across the back of your neck and then quickly shot down the length of your spine.

ZING

At various points throughout your life, you had beard about the zing. Usually, it was from people who were often severely unreliable about such matters. Your mother told you all about it when you were little, but your parents did not have a relationship that any sane person would desire. Your friends all told you about it in high school, but the zings they felt never seemed to last.

From your understanding, the zing is what was supposed to happen when you met your true love, or your soul mate, depending on which wording you wanted to use. The whole concept just sounded highly suspect to you.

Until now.

Neither of you spoke as you stood there staring into each other’s eyes. You hadn’t noticed it, but your jaw had gone slack in a mirror image of his.

Inside the video store, both Steve and Robin had come over to the door and were watching you two through the glass.

The man was the first to snap out of whatever trance the two of you found yourselves in, and his mouth snapped shut.

“Uh,” he finally said, as he started rubbing the back of his head. “I must have a concussion. Now I’m seeing elves.”

A sudden fit of giggles escaped from your lips before you could clamp your mouth shut. You could feel your cheeks warming and hoped the man would assume it was from the chilly December air.

“Yes, but not a real one,” you said, smiling. “I work down at the mall in their Christmas Village.”

The look of confusion on the man’s face was replaced by one of understanding and he laughed.

“Now that makes way more sense,” he said, then returned your smile.

The tingling sensation ran down your spine from the back of your neck, the blush on your cheeks inexplicably coming back.

You both cleared your throats and quickly looked away from each other at the exact same moment, dropping your gaze down to the sidewalk. That was when you noticed three video tapes you didn’t recognize scattered among your own dropped selections. You bent down, picking up those up from the sidewalk.

When you stood upright, you met his wide-eyed gaze again as you offered him the tapes.

“I think these are yours,” you said, smiling at him.

“Uh, thanks,” he said, blinking a few times in surprise, then smiled. “You know, I think you had a few yourself, too.”

“Yeah, I-“ you started to say as you bent down to pick up your movies.

However, the man started to bend over at the same time you did, which resulted in the two of you clunking your foreheads together.

“Ow,” you both said in unison.

You started giggling again, not even bothering to stop yourself this time as you rubbed your forehead. The man blinked a few times and shook his head as if to clear it, then grinned sheepishly.

“Alright, you wait here, I’ll go down, okay?” he said.

“Okay,” you said through a new fit of giggles.

He winked at you, then bent over to gather up your movies. You watched him with a smile on your face and a warmth in your heart. There was definitely something charming about this guy.

Once he had your movies in hand, he stood upright to hand them to you. Now that you had yourself more under control, you met his gaze easily.

“Thank you,” you said, smiling at him warmly.

“No problem,” he said, returning your smile.

A few more seconds passed in silence as the two of you stared at each other again.

What on earth was happening right now?

“Well, um,” you said, suddenly having trouble speaking as you felt your heart beating in your throat. “I-I’m glad you’re okay. I’ll get out of your hair now. You have a Merry Christmas!”

“Hmm?” the man said, then blinked. “Oh! Yeah! You have a Merry Christmas too!”

You smiled at him one last time and then, despite a sudden pang you felt in your chest, turned away to head for your car.

Behind you, Eddie watched you walk away for a moment before looking down at the movies in his hand. He sighed softly and shoot his head before turning to finally go into Family Video.

However, right as he laid his hand on the handle to pull the door open, he heard the distinctive sound of the lock twisting into place.

He looked up with a confused expression, meeting the stares of Steve and Robin, both of whom had matching expressions of abject horror on their faces.

“Go after them, ya dingus!” Robin shouted.

“Don’t let them get away!” Steve shouted.

Eddie wheeled around and quickly looked for you.

Luckily, you hadn’t gotten very far. You were barely halfway to the only other vehicle in the parking lot aside from Steve’s and his.

A grin lit up Eddie’s face and he opened his mouth, preparing to call out to you, then he suddenly panicked when he realized he didn’t know your name.

“Hey, you!” he hollered instead, then grimaced at how that sounded.

You weren’t bothered by it though, just surprised. Turning back to him with curiosity, your heart began hammering in your chest as your eyes landed on him.

The man stared at you for a moment before speaking.

“Do you like Christmas parties?” he asked, then, unbeknownst to you, pointed off in the direction of Reefer Rick’s house. “If so, I know of one that’s going on right now, if you wanted to go.”

A warm feeling stirred in your chest at his words. But as, tempting as it was, you just didn’t have the spoons for a party.

“Not really,” you said with a soft smile, hoping he wouldn’t be too disappointed.

Instead of disappointed though, the man seemed relieved.

“Me neither,” he said, laughing softly. “I can’t say I’m really into the Christmas spirit this year.”

Now it was your turn to laugh.

“Yeah, me neither,” you said, smiling.

Then the two of you gazed quietly at each other again, as if neither of you wanted to look away. That same tingling from earlier crept across your neck again. Now you had a little voice in the back of your head screaming at you to talk to him.

“Do you know of Canton’s?” you asked, deciding not to doubt your gut.

“The Chinese place over off MacArthur?” he asked, and you nodded in confirmation. “Hell yeah! They have the best egg rolls in Hawkins!”

“They really do,” you agreed, then smiled. “I was going to get some takeout then go home, but I wouldn’t mind sitting down for a while if I had some company. If you’re not doing anything, would you like to join me?”

The man’s face lit up as bright as the giant Christmas tree downtown.

“I’d love to!” he exclaimed, a huge smile on his face.

Now your whole body was tingling, his words lighting you up from the inside out with excitement.

“Great!” you said, a big grin on your own face. “Want to meet me there when you’re done? I can head on over and get us a table.”

“Yeah, yeah!” the man said, nodding rapidly, which made his hair fly around his head. “That sounds good!”

“Great!” you said again, your smile even bigger now.

“Great!” the man repeated, grinning.

You turned back towards the parking lot, a bounce in your step as you made your way over and got in.

Behind you, the door of Family Video flew open, and Eddie was rushed by both Steve and Robin. Robin snatched the movies out of his hands and took them inside to check them in, while Steve began fixing Eddie’s hair and clothes, as if trying to make him more presentable.

When he was done, Steve took a step back and gave his friend a quick once over.

“Eh, good enough,” he said with a shrug.

Before Eddie could protest, Steve grabbed him by the arms and spun him around before giving him a sound shove towards the parking lot.

After you were buckled in and got your car started, you looked out your window just in time to see the man jogging back over to his van. You couldn’t help but giggle as you wondered what had come over you. This was definitely a new feeling, though one you weren’t complaining about.

It wasn’t until you were already halfway to the restaurant when you were hit with a realization.

You had no idea what his name was.

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" seacht saoire shona! "

An Chéad Fheis — The First Feast.

House Bracken: The Candle Ceremony and Authentic Riverish Revelry, The Maiden

Theme: Ancient Riverlands Roots and Authenticity

It is a long standing tradition, though no house other than Tully has a set night, that House Bracken opens the Seven Winter Feasts, and the Brackens open the festival with an authentic Riverish celebration, emphasizing a candle ceremony to symbolize the festival's beginning. Placing a lit candle in each window of Riverrun symbolizes hospitality, guiding family and travelers alike. It represents a gesture of welcome and a tradition carried on during the Seven Winter Feasts. House Bracken lights a candle on each table on the night of The First Feast, and they, like the candles in the windows, are kept burning the seven nights of celebrations.

These candles are lit by the Candle Maiden, or Cailín Coinnea. For An Chéad Fheis, Brianna Bracken has been given this honor. @briannabrackens

In the ancient Riverlands yule candle tradition, the Candle Maiden, garbed in an angelic white gown, lights these candles that herald The Seven Winter Feasts. The Candle Maiden is played most often by a young lady of the house who hosts The First Feast. This winter-blessed garment, said to be as old as The Trident itself, gives her a winged appearance as she steps first into the grand feasting hall. The procession of noble families hailing from all corners of The Riverlands follow in her wake, taking their seats as she lights the candles at each table.

Her ceremonial journey ends at the high table, where she bows before the king and offers a yule prayer over the feast. After the prayer, the young maiden portraying the Candle Maiden returns to her seat, yet the candles she lit endure throughout the seven nights, symbolizing an unwavering essence of hope and renewal.

The feast comprises traditional Riverlands dishes, vibrant music, and dancing, echoing the essence of revelry and the hope of a bright future. Traditional dishes such as foraged mushrooms, roasted game meats, and hearty root vegetable dishes make up the simple yet hearty fare of a traditional Riverlands feast.

It is on this night The Riverlands’ Brightwater roots are acknowledged, and House Florent — though they do not host a Feast themselves — always have a table in Riverrun’s hall, regardless of if House Florent choses to attend. If they do not, the table is still set with food, drinks, desert, and served symbolically throughout the first night's celebration. If they attend, they are honored with a table and lodgings for the entirety of the celebrations.

Some commonly used phrases and greetings to use:

“happy feasting” (féasta sona) “merry seven feasts” (seacht saoire shona) (very common when drunk bc of the alliteration) “happy first feast” (an chéad fhéile sásta) “merry first feast to you” (an chéad fhéile sona dhuit) “by the light of the candle maiden” (le solas cailín na coinnle) (good luck, blessing for a new year)

ooc: WELCOME TO THE FIRST OF THE SEVEN WINTER FEASTS! In the light of the holidays, the riverlands cordially invites you to some classic christmas and yule inspired chaos. Good old fashion family charm of fun and a little bit of crazy. id encourage you guys to explore light hearted fun in these feasts! Whose uncle drank too much? Have you spilt something on someone’s yule dress? You looked at my wife (not you, omer!) BANTER BANTER BANTER! Though this is a Riverlands holiday, envoys, emissaries, and other nobles and extended family are always welcome at Riverrun.

#|| the seven winter feasts ||#|| the first feast ||#|| house bracken ||#|| the riverlands ||#|| regional plot drop ||#|| holidays ||

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charliedawn · 4 months

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Happy Christmas if you celebrate it Charlie! Happy winter regardless of holidays. Happy new year too!!

Author: "MERRY CHRISTMAS TO Y’ALL !"

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powerful-niya · 4 months

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Merry Christmas (2023) 💋

Sending heartfelt wishes for a Merry Christmas to everyone, regardless of whether you're celebrating or not. I sincerely hope that in this cherished moment, you find comfort in the warm embrace of your loved ones.

Beyond the festivities, my wish extends to your heart being filled with happiness and contentment, no matter where you find yourself.

In the perpetual hustle of our daily lives, this time of the year offers a reprieve—a chance to break free from the unending cycle of work and stress. Life often slips through our fingers amid the constant rush and endless to-do lists.

Yet, during this season, worry should fade away, granting you the chance to reconnect with yourself, bond with family, and simply unwind.

Whether you choose to relish any food you want, indulge in a well-deserved nap, watch movies, or rediscover neglected hobbies, this time is exclusively yours.

Seize the moment and make the most of it. ✨

Personally, I find myself in a state of profound contentment. Life has graciously slowed down for me, allowing me to savor moments with my family and the Naruhina Tumblr community–my second family.

Since 2021, joining the Naruhina community on Tumblr has been a blessing. It has introduced me to wonderful people, new friends, deep conversations, laughter-filled nights, and memorable events like Nhmonth22 and Nhmonth23.

This camaraderie between Naruhina creators and even readers truly makes our fandom uniquely special. 🫂

I extend my heartfelt thanks for this experience, for welcoming me with open arms, offering fun times amidst all the chaos of my life, providing opportunities for growth as a writer, and encouraging me to share my love for Naruhina.

A sincere thank you, 1000 times. 💯

Thanks for tolerating my crazy self, enduring my intense writing, and navigating through my posts filled with aesthetic dividers and symbols.

Thank you for inspiring me to make moodboards, to get out of my comfort zone, and to just be the best that I can be. 💗🫶🏽

Thank you for allowing me the privilege of getting to know you all and sharing my passion for Naruhina and writing.

As this year concludes and a new one awaits, I eagerly anticipate continuing our shared journey, spreading joy and love for the Naruhina couple.

With gratitude from the depths of my heart, I cherish the moments we've shared. I love each and every one of you.

Take good care of yourselves, and may the coming years be adorned with happiness and success.

To all, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! 🎄🫶🏽

#christmas 2023 #naruhina community #merry christmas 🎄#happy holidays ❄️#💭 - niya's thoughts ✨#powerful_niya #christmas

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haikyuu-and-more-haikyuu · 4 months

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Merry christmas and happy new year<3

I know the world is very complicated and with both recent matters and long lasting problems; It can be hard for anyone. I don't comment on these things on this blog, because I want and need a place where I won't just get flashed time and time again from the evils of the world. I can read about those matters on other sources. I do hope it help you guys to see post from my blog that is just about an anime that we all enjoy. Maybe just a few second of escapism can be enough some days. Maybe looking through the blog can be nice because it's still just about a blog with reposts and sometimes volleyball updated on my part.

Anyway, I hope you all are safe and that the in the coming year, the world will be better or we will see improvements on where it's needed the most. I hope all of you enjoy the last week of the year regardless if you are celebrating or not <3 Please never be afraid to reach out or talk to me, dm and ask box is always open.

May the tides forever be in your favour.

(also, im very curious about what people eat on christmas eve and new years eve. If you want to, please tell me in the comments. My family usually eat pork belly and new years eve, we eat honey and chilli marinated turkey (norway)).

#personal #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #HQ

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riddle-me-ri · 1 year

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Hello! While the requests are open I would like to ask to know how the preparation for Christmas and the celebration itself will take place together with the penguins.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year❤️!

A/N: Of course anon! Sorry this took some time to get to, I’m trying to get all the seasonal/festive requests done before the season is over and I got crazy, crazy busy needless to say like everyone else has been, and other...things…rip BUT Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!

Christmas w/ The Penguins:

Arkhamverse Penguin:

- It’s difficult to prepare for the season.

- Oz is..crazy busy, almost all the way up to Christmas Eve or early Christmas morning.

- However, when the two of you start dating…he tries to make more of an effort to spend time with you.

- Especially after one year, despite the countless gifts he gave you, you made it known you just wanted to be with him the most.

- He understands and promises to make time for you in time for the holiday.

- So while he isn’t always there to help you prep for the holiday.

- Oz does make an effort to be there for you when he can and compliment your work when he can.

- You’re pleased to see he’s still in bed with you on Christmas morning, after a sweet night out the night before.

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin:

- Much like Arkham, he struggles at first to find the proper time to spend helping you prep for the season.

- He definitely tries his best, but there are some years that he can’t get away. But you appreciate what time you get with him all the same.

- When you do get him all to yourself, he’s there 100%.

- He helps hand you decorations to put up.

- He takes you out and about on the town (he’s silently taking tabs on whatever catches your eye in the window to get for you).

- If you want to cook dinner, he’ll help prep you for it.

- If you don’t he’s already got it covered with a special night out.

- You're always appreciative of the times you get to spend with him for the holidays

Gotham Penguin:

- Oswald never cared much for the holidays.

- He found them to be a waste of time.

- A distraction, something to take advantage of someone else who held the season in high regard.

- However, he’ll take…less of vindictive route now that he has you.

- It’ll take a couple years to warm him up to the season.

- You can also count on Butch and Zsasz to get involved in getting the festivities going!

- Oswald’s the best to go to for ornament placements on the tree or where to place the tinsel or lights.

- He also comes up with the most original and thoughtful gifts.

- It takes time, but once he's on board. Christmases with Oswald are special and loving.

BTAS Penguin:

- Oswald never did anything too grand for the occasion.

- Spend the night with his birds, whom he’s given gifts for every single one.

- Now with you, the season is much more precious than before.

- He enjoys watching you decorate around the apartment.

- Just seeing you so joyful and comfortable in a space with him makes his heart swell.

- You can absolutely depend on Ozzie training his birds to come in at any given moment with a mistletoe.

- Come Christmas morning, Oz never fails to melt your heart at his thoughtful gift.

- And Oswald adores anything you get him, just the fact you saw something and thought of him makes him beam with love.

- This holiday is a special day to show your love for one another.

TNBA Penguin:

- Normally, he’d just host a party in the Iceberg Lounge.

- Which he still does, but now he has you to help him decorate and set up the -acts.

- Oswald enjoys being able to include you in his business, especially when there’s less…crime involved.

- Whenever you’re decorating the club before it opens, he enjoys helping you in anyway he can.

- He’s always holding up the ladder that you’re standing on regardless how steady it looks.

- Oswald’s eternally grateful for your love and devotion every day to him and his businesses.

- It should be no surprise he sometimes over does it on gifts.

- But seeing Oswald and the club do well is rewarding enough in of itself.

- Once the festivities of Christmas Eve at the club have come to pass.

- You both gladly gift yourself with the individual affections and devotions of each other.

Telltale Penguin:

- Ozzie sort of forgot about the holiday, it just made him think of memories of his late parents.

- With you though, he supposes he’s open to creating new Christmas memories with you.

- It’s like pulling teeth getting him to actually help.

- Ozzie is more occupied messing with you and distracting you instead.

- It’s a miracle you get a tree up before Christmas.

- Albeit, you’re just happy to see Ozzie enjoying himself.

- You two dance around what gifts to give each other, yet you both were able to come up with something for each other.

- As cheesy as it is, you tell him how having him back with you in Gotham is by far the best gift.

- He smiles sheepishly, but admits that he’s grateful every day to still have you to come back home to.

One Bad Day Penguin:

- He is all for the season even before and after he met you.

- Before, Oz saw the holiday as a lucrative night for the Iceberg Lounge.

- Every now and then if he found it he got gifts for Lili and Freida.

- When you and him get together, you kick the holidays into full swing.

- You and Lili have a blast decorating the club and planning the music.

- You also definitely rely on her for reconnaissance on a gift for Ozzie (and vice versa for Oz as well)

- Every now and then Oz will offer some advice or a third eye for the decor (also plans out strategic locations for mistletoe, he never misses a chance to show off your relationship to patrons)

- Like most Christmas Eves, you two spend it at the club; dancing, laughing, smiling, celebrating another successful year for the Iceberg Lounge.

- Come Christmas morning, you two are tucked away in your home, spending precious quality time together.

The Batman (2004) Penguin:

- This Ozzie has mostly spent his Christmases alone since his folks are gone.

- He’s thrilled to have someone to spend the holiday with.

- (and someone to spoil him…)

- As I’ve mentioned before, you better believe he’ll be following you around with a mistletoe attached to a string.

- Looking for any moment, in between the decorating, cooking, or wrapping that he can score a kiss from you.

- Speaking of wrapping, you’re going to need a secret hideout JUST for gift wrapping alone.

- Ozzie is nosy and highly curious to what you got him.

- This pengy is quite literally a child, so don’t be surprised lmao.

- Distract him, give him kisses, lock up the gifts in an undisclosed location.

- You’ll be golden.

Batman Unlimited Penguin:

- Oswald usually dreads these events.

- All the family, friends, love, and happiness…everything he never had. It disgusted and frustrated him.

- Much like for most of these pengys, now that he has someone to actually share the holidays with.

- It vastly changes…everything. It’ll be a culture shock for him.

- However his heart will bloom seeing you enjoying yourself getting into the spirit.

- Anything to keep you smiling he’s all for.

- He’ll help you decorate when he can, but he is significantly older and tends to run out of steam quick sometimes.

- Oswald is nothing if not tactical. He tries to use this time to find out what you want for Christmas.

- And he won’t be taking no, nothing, or “I’m fine” for an answer.

- Although, his heart skips a beat when you tell him that he’s the best gift you’ve ever received.

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Hey Libby, I just want to start off by saying im so proud of you, I may not know you or your relationship with your Grandpa personally...but judging from the post you wrote about him...he seemed very important to you and meant alot to you...Im sure he is very proud of you and watching over you everyday, regardless of what you do, even if you make a mistake or feel like you are losing yourself...I know for a fact your grandpa would still love you for who you are and nothing...not even your flaws or mistakes would change that.

Merry Christmas Libby 🎄🌟 I wish you a lovely holidays if you celebrate it or not and a happy new year 💕💕💕💕

If you dont celebrate then I hope you have lovely rest of your 2023...you deserve a nice break my friend.

Take care of yourself, remember to drink water and eat food, and to give yourself a pat on the back (:-)

Hi Clover, merry Christmas, I hope you had a wonderful day and you took care of yourself <3

Honestly, I’m a massive mess right now. I was very close to my grandpa and I’m really really upset. He died on Christmas on his birthday, and just, I’m really fucking sad. I love him so much, he is the soul of my soul and I’m honestly just so tired of losing people. Four of my family members have died in the past year and I’m exhausted, emotionally and physically. I miss him, there’s a massive hole in my heart where he was and I just want to lay down and scream and cry.

Take care of yourself, and happy New Year. May 2024 be more kind to all of us.

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merry pinkmas !!! to celebrate this year I'm putting out my first somewhat well thought out and decorated post. in the past i only had things that were pretty, but now we have pretty & prettier 🧁💗 all of these were found within tumblr's 'gif' section without a ton of scrolling or complex searching

regardless, i hope everyone has a beautiful new year. you are beautiful, you are perfect, you are loved

- barbie 🎀

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Merry Christmas, Happy early Kwanzaa & Boxing Day, and Happy late Hanukkah !!

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Stuck in Colder Weather Part 1

A Din Djarin One Shot

Ship: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 3,617

Warnings: Pining, Fluff, Angst

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Summary: Din has spent the better part of 4 years regretting only one thing: letting you go. When he and Grogu seek refuge on Lothal during the Winter Solstice celebration, he finally gets a second chance at righting a few wrongs.

A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone! Here is part 1 of a little Holiday gift I have been cooking up with my writing partner. Thank you, @rebelscumlena, for helping me grow into a better writer. You're the best! I hope you all enjoy what we've created! As always, if you want to be on my tag list, let me know. Fill out this form! Love you all! Thank you to all my readers that have been around since the beginning of all this, and welcome to my new readers! Happy holidays, everyone!

Part 1: Reunion

Grogu continued to bang his little ball against the glass of his window, begging Din to jump to hyperspace for the third time. Sighing, Din shook his head. “No,” he said, knowing Grogu wasn’t going to accept that as an answer. They needed to stop and refuel, pick up supplies, and find somewhere to rest. The loss of his ship, the Razor Crest, weighed heavy on him -- some days more than others. He flipped his switch, checking his coordinates again. “The Outer Rim,” he added, “we can find a planet around here to take a breather. We’ll stop and get some food, a good place to rest.”

Grogu cooed at the sentiment, approving of the idea.

They were close to Lothal. A sharp pain stabbed through him when he read what time of year it was there. Winter Solstice. He used to love this time of year, no matter the planet he was on. Regardless of community, station, or fort, everywhere was the same. Their traditions may have been different, but the warm atmosphere surrounding the festivals were all the same. Every time he’d take a moment to himself, strolling through the markets and small towns during their celebrations, Din would let the bittersweet memories flood back to him: She was curled against him, wrapped in her own thick winter coat with her hand in his. The second she would spot something in a booth or shop window, she’d drag him to it. Of course, he’d pay, buying her the world if that’s what she wanted. He knew he was a fool for letting her go. She had meant everything to him, and he’d never told her that; never mentioned how much he’d sacrifice for her to make her happy.

Grogu tapped his ball against the window again, bringing Din out of his thoughts. He punched in Lothal’s coordinates. Only a few hours away, he allowed himself to drift back to the past as the autopilot took control. Sighing, he leaned his head back against the headrest. “What I wouldn’t give to redo everything,” he thought, “make things right before it was too late.”

***

After gaining clearance to dock, Din swiftly landed his new ship, tucking Grogu into his pouch. It was clear that Capital City was preparing for their winter festival with every corner and street light adorned with some sort of decoration or garland. A smile spread across his face, instantly feeling the warm, inviting spirit that came with the holiday. He glanced down at Grogu. “Let’s see if we can find an inn or somewhere to get some rest,” he said to him.

As he strolled through town, Din saw children running around; some with toys in their hands, some tugging on their parents’ jackets and pointing into the windows of stores. This was his first Winter Solstice with Grogu, and he wanted him to enjoy the season like every child -- starting with a warm home for the festival.

All of the inns in Capital City were full. It seemed that everyone else in the galaxy had the same idea Din did. Sighing, he turned in defeat from the last inn he found and started towards his ship. He took a shortcut through the shipping yard, noticing some of the glowing globes that adorned the garland hanging around the office windows. It reminded him of the apartment he’d shared with her, how she’d decorate everything in their small space in celebration. This was her favorite time of year, partly because he was home for the month not chasing bounties. With a small ache in his heart, he continued to his ship. There were other cities on Lothal that they could stay in for the festival. He ducked under the wing of a ship and turned towards the south exit when he almost crashed into a woman dusting her hands off on her pants. Reaching out to grab her shoulders to steady her, he apologized.

“It’s fine,” she laughed, “I should watch where I’m going next time.”

She glanced up at him with dark brown eyes and a wide grin, a grin that reminded him of her. She gazed down at Grogu in his sack and smiled at him. “Hey, little guy,” she said, squatting to see him, “I’m Tula.”

“We were just on our way out,” Din added, trying to maneuver around the woman.

She squinted up at him, recognizing the beskar armor. “Say, you’re a Mandalorian, aren’t you?”

He didn’t reply.

“We don’t see many of your lot around here in these parts,” she continued, “but when a bounty was placed on one here not too long ago…”

Tula paused. “You’re him.”

Din remained silent. Even with the bounty lifted, he didn’t want to take any chances.

She grinned again. “No worries,” Tula added, “out here we try to stay out of politics.”

He gave her a curt nod before stepping around her. That’s when he heard the gasp from behind him. Pausing, he glanced down at Grogu, who was looking behind them at the source of the noise. “Maker,” the soft voice whispered, “it can’t be.”

Slowly, Din turned around and was hit with an overwhelming wave of emotion. Never had he been so grateful for his helmet, because he was certain the look on his face was full of the pain he’d harbored for the last four years.

***

You replaced the panel on the ship you’d been working on when you heard Tula babbling about that Mandalorian bounty from several months ago. When you’d first seen the wanted posters and ads everywhere, you knew he was your Mandalorian. Well, he hadn’t been your Mandalorian for four years, but that didn’t quell the anxiety you harbored hoping he’d find a way to outrun whomever they’d sent after him. Then, one day, the bounty posters and announcements had disappeared. You feared the worst, and knew you’d never get any sort of closure. But when you heard Tula asking if the person he was talking to was him, you had to see for yourself.

As you slowly stepped around the ship, not quite coming into view so your friend could see you, you saw him from the back. The beskar armor was new, and Din did not have anything like that the last time you’d seen him. However, the Mandalorian in the posters did. He started walking away, the pouch with the child swinging gently at his side, and you finally stepped out. Gasping, you covered your mouth. “Maker,” you whispered softly, “it can’t be --” his name caught in your throat.

He turned, his gaze piercing through her. “Cyar’ika,” he breathed, his voice cracking through the modulator.

You took a step back, your hand falling to your chest. “What are you doing here?” You could feel the burn in your throat as you swallowed the sob waiting to break free.

Din didn’t move.

He hadn’t changed. Four years, and he still wasn’t ready to give you an answer. You half wanted to run to him and half wanted to run away from him, but you were glued to your spot. “Cyar’ika,” he said, again.

You shook your head. “Don’t,” you snapped, “Don’t call me that.”

Tula looked between you and the Mandalorian with a grin plastered across her face, but she remained silent. Your heart raced as your breathing picked up. “Why are you here?” you demanded again.

“We…” He paused for a moment before glancing down at the child in his satchel. “We were looking for a place to stay. My ship -- the Crest, I lost her.”

You knew how much that ship meant to him, and you felt your heart crack just a little. He’d come to Lothal for refuge, just as you had. Though, you knew that every inn in Capital City was full. So, he and his child would be spending Winter Solstice homeless. Tula cleared her throat. “Y/N,” she piped up, “you have room, don’t you?”

You shot her a glare. “Tula --”

“If not,” she said with a smirk, “I have a spare room in my lodgings.”

“Tula!” You snapped again.

Taking the hint, you watched as Din turned, walking back to his ship. Tula rushed to your side, elbowing you hard. “Is this the man you told me about?”

You didn’t answer.

“Maker,” she laughed, “it has to be. You both act the same.”

Your gaze followed him as he left the shipping yard. “I can’t let him back into my life again,” you replied, trying your hardest to remain strong, “I can’t go through that.”

Tula shrugged. “If I was given a second chance with the one that got away…”

“He didn’t ‘get away.’ He let me leave.”

She frowned at you, crossing her arms. “Go after that man, and ask him to stay for the festival.”

You didn’t move.

“Or I will.”

***

Din had just strapped Grogu into his seat before climbing into his own. As bad as he wanted to stay and talk to her about the last four years, he knew digging up the past would only cause them more pain. He began his pre-flight check. Grogu banged on the glass, and Din looked up. She was standing in front of his ship, arms crossed, and a pleading look on her face. He powered down his ship, eagerly jumping out of the cockpit to talk to her as a little grin took over his face. Gently, he approached as he waited for her to say something.

“You can wipe that stupid grin off your face,” she said, resting all of her weight on one leg, “and yes, after four years, I can still read you through that helmet of yours.”

He huffed a laugh. “And I can tell you’re not that mad I’m here.”

She straightened, and Din knew he was right.

“I’m only offering this for your child,” she continued, “but do you need a place to stay for the holiday?”

“Cyar’ika,” he muttered, moving to reach out for her, but stopping himself.

“Din,” she warned, “I said don’t. Just a yes or no will suffice.”

He glanced back at Grogu, who was pleading with him. “I think this is his first Solstice in a long time,” he added, “but I’m sure we can find --”

“If Tula learns that you’ve said no,” she stated, “she’ll force you to stay with her. Get your things, and meet me at the shipping offices in ten minutes.”

***

You stayed several steps ahead of him as you led him to the complex you and your nephew lived in. It pissed you off that he knew you weren’t angry. He knew you didn’t handle surprises well, and your default expression was anger. At least he was kind enough to give you some space. He’d introduced his child to you as Grogu, but Tula took the liberty in carrying him all the way home. This was the one time you hated the fact she lived in the apartment next to you. You unlocked the door, leading him in through the foyer. “You can set your things down here for now,” you instructed, “I’ll have to clear a space for you to stay for the festival.”

You heard a soft thud and then feet running down the hallway. Luca, your fifteen year old nephew, appeared from his room, holding a com-pad and utility tool in his hand. “We have guests!” he exclaimed.

Tula set Grogu down, and he instantly ran off to explore the complex. “Your aunt’s old friend is in town,” she laughed, “and he’s staying with you guys for a couple of days!”

Luca stepped forward with his hand outstretched. “Luca Haren,” he said, “I’m Y/N’s nephew.”

Din nodded, shaking his hand. “I’m D--”

“Din Djarin,” Luca added, “I know. I’ve heard stories.”

Din looked at you, and you raised your eyebrows at him. “I told my sister everything,” you said, “and Luca was most likely eavesdropping.”

“Luca,” you said, “take his things into --”

“Your room?” he smirked.

Tula snorted, covering her mouth.

“Into the living room,” you said through your teeth with a glare that could kill, “and set him up on the couch.”

Luca gave you a mock salute. “Right on it. Oh, and Rix came by looking for you. I told him you’d be home around dinner time.”

You ushered everyone farther into the apartment. “What did he want?”

Luca shrugged, placing Din’s bag next to the couch. “He said he had a gift for you.”

You turned to Din, who was watching you intently. “I’ll call Rix,” you replied, your gaze never leaving Din’s, “fetch blankets and help make the Mandalorian and his child more comfortable.”

Tula followed after you, leaving Luca and Din alone. She bounced behind you, settling onto a stool in your kitchen. “I think Luca, Grogu, and I will run to the market and pick up some things for dinner this evening,” she practically sang.

“And leave me alone with him?”

“Precisely,” she replied, “you have some catching up to do, do you not? After all, you’re the one that left. I believe he deserves an explanation.”

Hurt flashed across your eyes as you glared at her. “He deserves nothing. He knows why I left.”

Tula pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow at you. “Luca!” she shouted. The teen swiftly appeared.

“Yes, Auntie?” Tula was a childhood friend of his mother’s, who had tried to help her find refuge here before her untimely death, and she was practically family to them.

“Grab Din’s little green son and a jacket. We’re running to the market to grab dinner.”

Din had followed, with Grogu close behind him. “I really don’t think --”

“Nonsense,” Tula said, scooping the child into her arms. “I don’t mind watching him at all.”

She didn’t give Din a second to respond as she forced Luca and Grogu out of the door with her, leaving you alone with the man that you’d pined for since you’d left Nevarro four years ago. He stood stoically in the kitchen, watching you -- waiting for you to say something first. You turned, grabbing a bottle of something and two cups. “No one else is here,” you said, “and it’s not like I haven’t seen your face before.”

Din didn’t move.

Rolling your eyes, you poured the liquor into the two cups. “We lived together for years, Din.”

Slowly, he removed his helmet, placing it on the table next to the cups. Your breath hitched at the sight of his beautiful, warm, brown eyes. They were eyes you could easily get lost in, and it didn’t matter if it was the thousandth time you’d seen them; every time felt like the first. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips, and you could see his eyes brighten. “So,” you said before sipping on the bitter liquid, “it seems you’ve been doing a great job staying out of trouble.”

He laughed, his smile stopping your heart. “You could say that,” he replied, taking a drink of his own, “How did you end up on Lothal?”

“I was offered a job as a technician.” You leaned against the counter, pursing your lips together.

Din nodded, recognizing the walls you started to put up. “Cyar’ika, I--”

You finished your drink and poured another. “I loved you, Din,” you said, pain swelling behind each word. You forced yourself to look at him as you continued. “I knew you couldn’t settle down. It’s not in your nature, but the least you could have done was tell me that you didn’t want me back.”

He opened his mouth to respond, and you thought you sensed his own anguish as it filled his gaze. You didn’t want to hear his excuses, because you’d had this argument with him before. Well, if you could call them arguments. It was mostly you pouring your heart out to him, and Din just standing there with the same expression on his face. You huffed a pained laugh. “Ever the communicator,” you said, moving past him.

Din quickly grabbed your wrist, turning you towards him . You paused, glancing up at him, his breath tickling your nose as you leaned into each other. “I’ve changed,” he softly replied.

Your gaze moved from his lips to his eyes. “I can’t allow myself to believe you, Din,” you muttered, “Luca and I have been through too much to allow myself to believe you’ve changed.”

His hand moved to your cheek, wiping away the tear you didn’t realize was there. “When you left --”

There was a knock that sounded at the door, breaking the tension between the pair of you. Din slid his helmet back on, and you quickly moved out of the room to answer. You slid the door open, revealing a large Vecari Tree. You could see through the crystalline needles a man was standing on the other side, his grin reflected hundreds of times in the crystals. “As promised,” the voice cheerfully called from behind the tree.

You lit up brighter than any star and moved so the man could move the tree carefully into your apartment.

“Shall I put it in the usual spot?”

You placed your hand over your heart. “It’s gorgeous, Rix,” you breathed, “how did you manage to find it?”

He slid the tree into a corner in your living room, placing it in the stand you’d set out for it. “Oh you know, beautiful,” he said with a grin, “like I say every year, I have my way of acquiring things.” Rix wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed your cheek. “Where’s Luca?”

You wrapped an arm around him and stared at the tree. “He’s out with Tula getting dinner.”

You both turned at the sound of footsteps from behind you. Rix immediately dropped his arm at the sight of Din in your living room. “I didn’t realize you had a guest,” he said, gently stepping in front of you, “he is a welcomed guest, correct?”

You rested a hand on Rix’s shoulder. “He’s an old friend who’s come to stay for the holiday,” you said, “relax, Rix.”

“He’s a Mandalorian,” Rix muttered, “they don’t have friends.”

“This one does,” Din said, taking a step forward.

“Din,” you warned.

Rix’s eyes widened. “Din Djarin? From the bounty --”

“Rix,” you snapped, “the Imps were after him. Lothal is a refuge, now, from those Imperial warlords.”

“He’s dangerous, Y/N,” he softly said to you.

You stepped around Rix, standing between the two of them. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife as the two men glared at each other, and you could bet your entire year’s salary that things would end in Din’s favor if it came down to it. Rix, a merchant and smuggler you’d met through your job, had been a loyal friend since you’d come to Lothal. You were certain he’d wanted more, but you hadn’t been able to let yourself be that vulnerable with someone else after you left Din, after your heart broke. “He won’t put me in any danger,” you sighed, “that much I can trust him with.”

Rix nodded in understanding. “I’ll see you at the yard tomorrow,” he said, moving to walk past Din. He paused, glaring up into his helmet, “and if anything happens to her between now and then, I’ll see to it that you pay a just price.”

You waited for Din to react, but he didn’t. Rix was gone a moment later, leaving the pair of you alone again. A beat later, his helmet was on the couch. “You still decorate these trees every year?” he asked, moving to straighten the crystalline tree.

“It’s tradition,” you grinned, “and now with my sister gone, I need to keep the tradition up for Luca.”

“Every year, you’d have me search for one,” he laughed, “and I’d scour Coruscant for one, paying outrageous prices for the best available.”

You smiled, standing next to him as you observed the tree. “Do you even remember why I started doing this in our apartment?”

He glanced down at you with a sad smile and nodded. “Because you told me your family tradition of decorating one every year, so I tracked our first one down.”

“Do you remember what you said when you came home in the middle of the night?”

He turned you to face him, tucking strands of hair behind your ear. “I found a tree, Cyar’ika. Now, I can have traditions with you.”

Tears filled your eyes again, but you managed to blink them away. You could feel your walls coming down, no matter how hard you held onto them. You placed a hand on his cheek, running your thumb across it. “Why did you let me leave?” you breathed.

“You were gone when I came home,” he replied.

“You knew where to find me.”

“I didn’t think you wanted me to follow, Cyar’ika.” Din closed his eyes, leaning into your touch.

Dropping your hand, you moved out of his arms, wrapping your own around yourself. “I wanted you to follow, Din. I wanted you to fight for me to stay, and I held onto that hope for too long. You’re born for leaving, for living out of a satchel, and you’re never going to change.”

He moved forward. “I told you I have changed,” he begged.

“Oh,” you mock laughed, “you’re going to live here on Lothal? Is that what you want?”

He didn’t answer, again.

You let out an exasperated breath. “I’ll get you blankets. We’ll set up a bed for you and Grogu in here. You can stay for the festival. After that, I want you to leave Lothal, and don’t come back.”

Continue to Part 2

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