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namastekringle / ol’ saint nick.

so this is what they’ve come to. seeing each other once a year, for one night only. yes, it saddens nick, more than anything, remembering what they used to have. doesn’t blame kasper for wanting to cut it off, but was deflated by it, nonetheless. nick has become something entirely not him- santa claus, this serious and stern and wise man that he never thought he’d grow into. but standing in front of kasper- krampus, his shadow in all his endeavors- nick truly cannot believe how far they’ve come, and how distant they’ve grown from each other. chest aches, but the feeling does not show on his face. it’s sparkling eyes and rosy cheeks because that’s what santa is- love and warmth and magic. not sadness and longing.

nick watches kasper carefully, the way he takes a long sip, several beads of the liquid sinking into kasper’s fur before the schnapps are handed back. ❝ i’m doing no such thing . you’re th’one who grabbed for the bottle , ❞ is his cheeky response, sliding the glass back to where it belonged. mug is raised in a small toast before nick digs into his own, sipping lightly, the booze snapping at his tongue as he did so. and this, at least, is familiar. they may look different, but in that moment, they’re just two men alone by the northbrooke cabin, sharing in each other’s warmth and (dare he say it?) love- because even if kasper wanted to deny it, or let it go, nick kringle could still feel it. and it’s very, very warm.

❝ i miss you all the time , old friend , ❞ nick says into the cold night, approaching bravely with one hand raising up, up, up to wipe away the remaining peppermint droplets at the corner of kasper’s mouth. perhaps his hand may linger, eyes twinkling up at the goat before nick lowers his hand again. takes a drink from his mug, licks away the excess cocoa from his own snowy white mustache. there’s a smile beneath the beard, small, just for krampus. ❝ these meetings mean everything to me . and i mean that . i hope you know . ❞

“ ah, but you’re still the one that brought it. it would be rude of me to refuse. ” he’s half tempted to make another grab for it, but that would require invading his friends space. if he could help it, kasper wanted as much distance between them as this night could afford. unfortunately, that much is painfully clear. shows as he shifts his weight and turns away ever so slightly / taking advantage of his hood to best hide his face. hiding how he felt was no easy feat. not when they had already known each other so well— and so intimately. kasper would not argue with it: that nick still knew him better than he knew himself. for as big and intimidating as he seems, kasper’s scared.

there’s only so much familiarity that he can take. it’s fleeting. the impulse to lean into nick’s touch. doesn’t last nearly as long enough and that’s when it hits. the danger of barriers coming down. what is light and warm twists into a spike of panic. blends into one word: “ don’t. ” a low warning / a strained plea. because he doesn’t want to remember. doesn’t want to reminisce anymore than he’s allowed himself for this one night. the one time a year where he’s so openly confronted by what he let go. he’s convinced himself for years that he had his reasons. but it only ever fell back on his own cowardice. shows now as he goes frigid.

“ i’ve done enough harm as is, nick. don’t allow me to do more. ” all he will do is disappoint. all he will do is make things worse. but he is not all cold. there is still a warmth about him. one that hates, more than anything, letting nick down. “ this is all i can take. one night of your time. ” because he deserves more. he deserves normal, not different. “ i miss you. ” more than anything. “ but i cannot, in good conscience, take up any more of your time. we can have this. ” his cabin. hot chocolate. peppermint schnapps. “ one night a year — it’s more than i deserve. ”

#namastekringle #ic .#i have regrets about this whole ass reply but im here 2 suffer always

ycgurtpants / noelle.

noelle is so caught up in how crazy this is that she almost–– almost–– doesn’t notice that kasper is completely pantsless. her eyes dart down and then back up when he answers the door, lips pressed tight together. don’t unload on him all at once, kringle, she tells herself, give him a minute. after all, if she’s shocked, she can imagine that he has to be too. it’s been… garland, it’s been forever. “ hi, ” she finally says, shyly. “ i can’t believe it’s you. ”

arguably, kasper could say the same thing. he’s about to, but a part of him forces his gaze behind her. down the hallway. he half expects another kringle to show up — but he doesn’t hold his breath. it’s a mix of confusion, excitement, and embarrassment that keeps his focus. demands it. “ disappointing, i know. ” self deprecation, at its finest. he sidesteps. opens the door all the way so she can come in. “ what … brings you here? ” an honest enough question as he moves into a side room. his bedroom. grabs a pair of jeans, for both their sake. “ it’s like, only a few days out from the big day. from what i remember, i wouldn’t think an impromptu vacation would be allowed. ” not when all hands needed to be on deck.

#ycgurtpants #ic .#catch me throwing my icons out the window

my multi is calling me but it ain’t even the 25th yet.

#mobile .#somebody yell at me

rpmemecave

when your rp partners start telling you about their new muses

#i feel exposed #mobile .

aylingungorphotos

james ransone // american actor known for : ken park / the wire / generation kill / how to make it in america

winter 2012

#🐐 / kasper northbrook .

i am heckin sick as a dog so i’m just gonna fisjhdjejfj suffer

#mobile .#i havent been able to fall asleep bc my throat hurts so bad and i cant think straight 😭 i wish we had nyquil. gd

winterstoys / bas.

his mother always told him that his greatest feature isn’t his creative mind or talented fingers — it is the warm heart he has for everyone. after all it was sebastian’s idea to leave a light burning at the workshop to guide lost souls to safety. the look he gives his guest is a nervous one, but the cup of hot chocolate that he offers radiates kindness nonetheless. ‘ it’s cold out there. you should warm up before heading home. ’

all it took was one look from polly for kasper to know it wasn’t a good time to turn up unexpectedly at the kringle’s. he didn’t question it. just turned on his heels and wandered back off. poor timing, was all it was. but it was losing track of time that had him turn up here. kasper never wanted to inconvenience the other inhabitants of the north pole — but he wasn’t rude enough either to pass up on an offer. “ i … appreciate it. ” because the kindness of elves has never been extended his way. very rarely. so he’ll take what he can get. won’t mention how his body naturally runs hotter than most— home was a good ways away. and hot chocolate never hurt anyone.

he steps closer. takes the cup and offers a smile. “ i won’t stay long. nanny and i will be out of your hair in no time. ” his goat companion, covered in snow, is the first to make her way into the workshop. “ she’s a little rude, but — i’m kasper. ” son of krampus; which is already widely known.

#winterstoys #ic .

namastekringle / ol’ saint nick.

❝ if they can’t prepare without me , then i’ve taught them nothing , ❞as the years went on, kasper changed, but that was to be expected. after all, so had nick- all white hair and red suede adorning the jolly spirit. and to think, nick never thought he’d be here, be able to walk in his father’s footsteps, but he made it. and it seemed that kasper had, too, because no longer did a boy, or a man, stand in front of him, but an entity. big, dark. nick, however, will not be frightened. not when he can still see his friend’s face beneath the fur. there isn’t a hitch as he approaches, glancing up at kasper with one raised brow and a knowing smirk. ❝ besides - there are more important things , ❞

it’s a tradition, and nick would not break it. opens the door to the cabin, the scent of hot chocolate and peppermint assaulting his nose instantly. he glances back at kasper before stepping inside, only disappearing long enough to bring two cups out. ❝ you must join me . otherwise i won’t fully enjoy myself , ❞ he holds the mugs with one hand, the other reaching in the small sack at his side and pulling out a full bottle of peppermint schnapps. another sparkling gaze is given to kasper. ❝ for old time’s sake , ❞

even if nick wasn’t there, kasper knew the elves could readily look to noelle for answers. with her, they’d be in good hands. the elves still looked at him differently — he’s known that since he was a child and it’s yet to change. frankly, it might have gotten worse. he was no longer just the son of krampus. he was now the yule lord himself. while they would question their santa’s choice to drop in on the old goat, noelle would set them straight. she and her brother always did. by now, it was more than he deserved. his acknowledgment comes as a chuff. “ important? you flatter me. ”

the moment he has to himself is brief. as sad as it seems, he’s thankful for it. it is just enough time for him to turn his nose up into the air. to breathe in the crisp, cool air and the peppermint that wafts out from the open cabin door. it’s already started. a heart that is cold and frigid beginning to warm. shard after shard chipped away from the very human, beating heart. one that has been safeguarded for years. ( nanny bleats again from her spot in the snow. kasper just about bleats back. )

nick returns and he anticipates the second cup of hot chocolate. but it’s the bottle of schnapps that grabs his attention. he’s the one to grab it first. for as large as he is, he moves deftly. is able to open the bottle and tops off each mug with a little extra. for old times sake. before he puts the schnapps away, he takes a long guzzle straight from the bottle. what doesn’t make it into his mouth spills, and sticks to his fur — and the scent of it will linger. “ thank you. ” his throat burns. were it just him, the bottle would already be finished. instead he puts the cap back on. returns it to nick as he takes the extra mug for himself. this, he’ll slowly nurse. long tongue dipping in to taste and fishing out marshmallows one by one. “ if i didn’t know any better, i would think you’re out to get me drunk. ” he teases. it would take more than one bottle now.

#namastekringle #ic .#iiiiiiiiiiii suffer

@carolclause continued from here.

“Now why would anyone want to hurt you?”

“ because i scare them? ” he is small. nothing to be scared of — and yet they are. and people that are scared, do things that they shouldn’t. it’s the other children that hurt with their words. ones are even brave enough to push and shove. but some of the adults / it doesn’t take a lot to be just as cruel. “ i just mean — they don’t like me. none of’em. ” not true. some do. “ i don’t think this is a good idea. i don’t think giving them cookies is going to help anything. ”

#carolclause #ic .#hi yes hello have a smol kasper uwu #i hope that's okay~

@ycgurtpants ———— there’s something incredibly exposing about answering his apartment door, with no pants on. even more so, when the person at his door isn’t some twenty-something delivering his takeout. no. instead, it’s someone from his past. not just anyone though — noelle kringle. “ wow. okay. this is a thing that’s happening. ” said more so to himself, but he’s thankful that for both their sakes, he has a shirt on and some god damn underwear. a kringle in arizona wasn’t high up on the possibility list, yet here she was. as plain as day and all warmly bundled, enough to make him start to sweat. “ hi? ”

#ycgurtpants #ic .#noelle and kasper rise!!!!!!#me: fun fact kasper is actually in phoenix 2 he just ...... has no idea nick is here too ;/#and just Maybe noelle spotted kasper + nanny goat going to his appt and ............. well she Followed #EITHER WAY IM CRYING

namastekringle / nick.

they’ve been away from each other for quite some time. long enough that nick wasn’t even sure if he’d ever see kasper again. not that he ever gave up the hope that he would- never gave up the love that he’d readily admit he’s had since they were kids. sometimes he stared at the window, thinking one of the trees might be him in the distance, but it never was. not until recently, when kasper had come back to find nick in the cabin, where he came quite often, just to get kasper’s sense again. yes, nick had started crying, but then again, he’d always been softer and more open than the other man. hugged him immediately, asked where he’d been. buried his head in kasper’s shoulder because all he wanted was to touch him and smell him and have him near, again. so this? this was more than anything nick could have ever asked for.

where the courage came from, nick would never know. maybe it was partly the alcohol, but he’d like to think it came from within him, somewhere. from a place that he knew existed, but that nick couldn’t access until now. the kiss is deeper than any he’s ever experienced, and yet still so innocent. fire and ice, mixing with any touch of their fingers and lips. one hand clenches into the front of kasper’s sweater because there’s no better place for it to be. if anyone were to look, nick’s skin would be cherry red, though not from shame, not from embarrassment. from desire, and from love.

when kasper pulls away, nick is disappointed, trying to catch his breath with a furrowed brow. about to ask what he’d done wrong, why kasper didn’t want this maybe as much as he did. but then his friend gives a beautiful laugh, says a word that makes the kringle’s ear twitch and a curve to come to the corner of his lips before they’re in the heat of the moment again.

imagine what his parents would think, or the elves. imagine their disdain, their judgements. nick could not bring himself to care about it, not with the way kasper’s hand felt like fire on the side of his neck, the way he kissed down his jaw like nick was delicate and made of porcelain instead of skin and bone. he loves it, loves the dark, the night, the fire that burns on the other side of the room. he loves the touch, the kiss, the way kasper looks in the moonlight that floods through the window, only interrupted by constant snowfall. he loves… he loves - ❝ i love you , ❞ nick is a gentle man, and these words are spoken no louder than an admiring murmur. it’s genuine, though- the truth. he feels the confession in his chest. crystal eyes remain closed. ❝ i’ve loved you for a really… really long time , and i want you t’know that , ❞

it was wrong for him to think that distance would change anything. that if he were thousands of miles away, that it would make those boyhood feelings of his dissipate. but they lasted. and they grew. returned, stronger than the last time, with each visit he dared to make, because going too long without seeing nick never felt right. to think that he could forget after so many weeks— months— years— it would never happen. instead, it would be a constant ache. he knew that now. and he was prepared to live with it. because there were some things he couldn’t forget. one instance he could never shake off. one that followed him like a ghost. ( ‘ he has responsibilities — you’re just different. ’ ) he’s still marred by it. tries to hide the scars as best as he can. but he still thinks if it now as his kisses fall to a slow pace. delicately spaced out until he lingers right at crook of nick’s neck. dares to graze teeth over flushed skin— would worry a mark there if he could—

‘ i love you. ’

so this is what it’s like to have the wind knocked out of you — kasper is deadly still. frozen. close / safely nestled up against nick. as if moving would break all of this. make it shatter around him like glass. kasper will not be afraid. can’t be. when he does move, he moves closer. as close as he can get, which places him right in nick’s lap. heavy silence is met with a shaky breath and kasper can’t hold it in. can’t keep nick waiting. back straightened, he’s able to see all of him. nick with his eyes closed, his cheeks warm with color. he’s not good at this. doesn’t think he is. “ there’s that schnapps again— ” he regrets it as soon as he says it. tries to make up for it by cupping the others face. “ i’m sorry. nick — i love you. ” it’s the one thing he’s sure of. “ i always have. ” and he always will.

he wants them off the floor. a thought that comes to him as soon as his knees begin their protest against the hard, wooden floor. and that’s exactly what he’ll do. at least, that’s what he plans to work towards. for now, he wants peppermint on his tongue again. he wants to make up for lost time. “ i always want you. ” slips passed his lips before they catch nick’s once more. implores for more, more, more with a wicked-made tongue.

#namastekringle #ic .#long post .#i regret nothing!!!!!!

namastekringle

@krampheir ‌ ‌‌ / 𝟓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 ♡ .

𝟏 . 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 - there’s a moment when nick looks specifically at kasper over his hot chocolate. polly has left the room, and though nanny waits almost hauntingly in the corner, nick knows she was simply a bystander on this night. kasper is tired talking- that sort of ramble that comes out of someone when they’re exhausted, and it’s making nick give a sleepy smile. cocoa is placed to the side so it doesn’t spill as he leans forward, placing a small box on kasper’s lap and pecking him softly on the cheek. his go rosy has he sits back in his spot, resuming his chocolate drinking. ❝ merry christmas , kas… ❞

𝟐 . 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 - there are feelings. real feelings. feelings he wasn’t accustomed to. but nick knows they’re there, and he needs to get to the bottom of them; would bother him, if he didn’t. he’s nervous, hands sweating, shaking, when he yanks kasper into the closet. brooms, mop, cleaning supplies shift and fall from the shelves with the force, but before the other could say a thing about it, nick lunges forward to kiss kasper, firm, sloppy, on the lips. it lasts only a moment, and then nick is gasping, and escaping from closet, leaving kasper to his confusion. back of his hand is pressed to his lips, blood pumping- the eldest kringle smiles.

𝟑 . 𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 - there’s something off. call it his kringle intuition, but nick can feel it. knows that, inside of the kringle residence, something bad was going to happen, but nick couldn’t put his finger on what. didn’t like the feeling, so instead, tried to send a bit of warmth out between the two boys who lay together in his bed. kasper slowly moves to lay his head in the crook of nick’s neck, lips leaving a small kiss on the tender skin there. nick grows brave, rolls over until they’re face to face, crystal eyes searching dark ones before he closes them in favor of kissing kasper on the lips.

it’s gentle, but so filled with love, that he’s not even sure where it came from. this lasts for a moment or two, and then it’s quiet, kasper’s head on nick’s chest. the next morning, nick rides to the northbrooke cabin, where he finds nothing but a note and the cold. kasper was gone. and nick wasn’t sure if he was going to come back.

𝟒 . 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - it’s not just the peppermint schnapps, but nick would prove that to kasper any way he knew how.

𝟓 . 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄- nick sets down a daughter that has just put the star on top of the tree. their tree. she runs off squealing toward her sister and brother, leaving kasper and nick to stare at each other on the other side of the pine. tinsel glistens a bit in the winter sun as nick steps forward, wrapping his arms lovingly around kasper’s neck. leans forward to kiss him delicately before leaning away, smile bright and beautiful. ❝ merry christmas , kas , ❞

#namastekringle tbt .#i want this here so i can suffer forever 😭 the closet kiss GOT ME * clenches fist *