#mistletoe2022

[whirlwindflux]

Mistletoe at the beach? More likely than you’d think! Be kind to Sail, he’s never done one of these before ^^

[theblindfoldedprince]

Merry Merry!!

[Princely] As voted by the masses, SHADE had won the popularity vote! hence he get's his chance under the mistletoe~ He doesn't exactly enjoy the idea of others giving him kisses; but he'll get into the spirit since he was asked soooo very nicely!

Shade prefers wing bumps or a wave- he doesn't enjoy kisses... so if you can keep away from romantic intent he'd tolerate you more!

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[Nickname] Shade [Gender/Pronouns] Male (He/Him) [Age] 32 [Occupation] Bodyguard/Assistant to Ruby Circuit

[Personality] Aggressive, Mistrusting, Easily Influenced by Emotion, Grumpy, Lonely [Species] Dragon Pony [Romantic Interest] Single - Lost Paradise ( @rememberangels232 ) [Sexuality] Aromantic

[thatvoidedpegasus]

Hadpy Holᴉdays!

["Void"] "I'm ready for the smooches!! Come and get some~"

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[lefebvre-emilia]

Mistletoe 2022 | Canon

When: Dec 17th, 2022 Where: Hyde Park Winter Wonderland Who: @hasan-demir​​

Emilia loved the holidays. She loved being out to experience what the city had to offer and being her first time in London for the full season, she was going to experience it all. Sometimes she could go with her friends and some she would go alone, like tonight.

Though, she wasn’t truly alone, there were her bodyguards. 

Her hands tucked in her pockets, bundled for the cold weather, she walked through Hyde Park taking in everything around her. It was moments like this that she wished she had someone to share it with. Not that it should bother her, the last time she had someone was years ago, and it was done in secret. 

The blonde came up to the ice rink, glancing over at the rentals then back to the rink. It had been a long time since she had been on the ice. She gave a small snort and shook her head. It felt kind of pathetic to go alone. 

About to move on towards the carnival she felt a body come stand beside her and one of her bodyguards moved closer to her. Her head turned and she couldn’t help but chuckle when she saw who it was. 

“It’s fine. Leave us.” She waved the bodyguard off, having him fall back a bit.

“I might start to think you are stalking me Hasan Demir.” There was a part of her that was glad to see him. “Should I be worried, oui?” She turns to face him. 

[amescastaignede]

MISTLETOE 2022. 

For: @vinnievespucci

Type: Canon. 08th of December, 2022. 

Where: Chelsea and Belgravia

‘‘I’ll be...um, honest? If that’s the right word. Well, I’m being honest--- I’m not trying to say I’m being untruthful... I just...don’t know how to speak it seems?’’ She laughed out of embarrassment, more common than she’d like to admit. ‘’I was pretty...shocked that you called...I mean I did unintentionally turn your restaurant into a swimming pool’‘ 

It hadn’t been unintentional, though, had it. 

Being here, with him was unlike her. Completely out of character, and yet, it was exactly what Felicity had been pushing her to do for months. However, she remembered her bosses words clearly when her phone had started buzzing in the office 'You won’t get information sitting around waiting for it to fall into your lap, Amés’ --- and she was right. She’d been to worried about approaching the French for fear news would get back to Mathias. What would he think? But the leader of the Italians? What were the chances of him knows Mathias?

And now here she was in Belgravia, bundled in a coat with the notion that Vincenzo needed help with Christmas gifts. But why invite her? She’d never made an impression on anyone. Let alone someone of his status, but she’d ‘gladly’ accepted as she painted it. Walking beside a killer.

A monster. 

But even taking a quick side glance, knowing what she knew, it was sometimes hard to picture them for what they really were. She wouldn’t forget, she wasn’t stupid. But she couldn’t help but wonder how they became so utterly and devastatingly bad. 

‘‘Not...Not that I’m not grateful, of course. I’m...I’m new to the friend thing.’‘ 

[milaxkorshunova]

MISTLETOE 2022 | CANON

With: @mikhailvorshevskyx​ Date: Christmas Day Dinner, January 7 – before the official engagement of Lyudmila Korshunova and Konstantin Vorshevsky Place: Moscow, Russia

A throaty laugh engulfed the room, followed by numerous lighter ones from the guests around the table.

Ilya's Korshunov face turned red after his fifth or six joke, he almost began to resemble the stuffed pig's head in the middle of the table. Lyudmila would laugh along any other time – there haven't always been many occasions seeing her father so carefree – however, all she could muster up was a little twitch of the corner of her lips while her eyes lowered to her untouched plate.

They did not talk about it face to face. But Mila wasn't stupid.

The more frequent visits, the dinners, the galas, the tea parties, the subtle hints of the oldest of the Vorshevsky brothers' charisma and interest in their family. Interest in her.

Lyudmila knew what was coming, but she refused to believe it as of yet. Maybe he hoped her daughter would find Konstantin attractive enough herself, by keeping them close, making them spend more time together.

With the thought, Lyumdila's gaze turned up to meet the icy stare of the man her father longed for her to fall in love with sitting opposite of her, along with his brother beside him, with an equally chilling look. The apple doesn't fall from the tree, indeed.

No matter the attractive attributes and the charismatic smile he could always portray on his face, Lyudmila has heard enough about their family. Enough to make her stomach turn in a twist.

“Would you care for more caviar, miss?” Before seeing the face of the servant, a polished white glove holding a silver tray appeared in front of her, diverting her attention from the two men.

The last thing she needed... folding her serviette from her knees, she stood up: “Excuse me.”

So many servants, yet none of them hold a glass of proper drink.

[mrofontaine]

 MISTLETOE 20202′ 

For: @hasan-demir​

When: 14/12/2022 - CANON.

Where: Gay Bar. Circa Embankment, Hungerford House, London. 

Olivier was really questioning his own actions right about now. 

He couldn’t believe of all the people he’d ended up here with, it was Hasan. The flash lights of Circa Embankment on a Saturday night were well raved about, and it hadn’t taken long for Olivier to find out where he’d find his brother. 

A gay bar, none the less. 

However, his reasoning for being here was the complete opposite of Thomas. He was here to see what he was up too, spy if you will. There’d been some talk of the things he’d been up to and as much as Olivier tried to shut it out. He had to know. He couldn’t involve the French, he knew that much. Would they worry about him rebelling? Question why he was around him? He didn’t want them questioning his loyalty when he was so close to potentially making something of himself in the coming years. 

No. He wouldn’t do that. So he turned to the only man he could think of.

Hasan Demir. 

‘‘Look, let’s just get this over with and we can both go on with our lives, okay?’‘ 

[peyton-harrow]

We Need a Little Christmas || Peyton and Emilia

@lefebvre-emilia​ 

Event: Mistletoe 2022 Status: Canon Setting: Mid-December, 2022

“Okay, so the goal: make it look like Christmas puked all over the walls,” Peyton giggled as she put down yet another box of Christmas decorations down. “It’ll be fun, it’ll be cute, we’ll make sure that everything is sparkling like Christmas snow. You’ve been down lately, so I think that we should try to make it impossible to be sad when you’re looking at it,” she admitted, “get you truly in the spirit of the season.”