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[vallitemaiden]

🎄 I think mikoto deserves a lil kiss from her son 🥺

send 🎄for our muses to get caught under the mistletoe !!

More than once Mikoto had seen students and staff alike trapped beneath the festive flora that had come to decorate the monastery. One eager couple had seemingly been intent on kissing beneath every mistletoe (and was that Cynthia with that young man?).

"It's a wonderful time of year, don't you think?" Mikoto smiled at her son, who she walked besides on their return from lunch. Just ahead, she spied another mistletoe, and without pausing to think about it Mikoto grasped Ryoma by the arm and pulled him beneath it.

Mikoto gasped dramatically, but there no hiding her smile or the teasing in her tone. "How could this have happened? Well, I suppose you must give your mother a kiss now."

And of course, he did, and of course, Mikoto returned it by standing on the tips of her toes and making him lean down so that she could kiss his forehead.

This, she thought, is exactly how she wanted her days to be filled.

[vallitemaiden]

It was strange to celebrate Mikoto's birthday outside of Hoshido. She was a queen, and deserved to be celebrated as such. Perhaps only Ryoma thought of her that way these days; perhaps all children thought of their mothers as queens.

He no longer had the boundless riches of home, but he could still buy her something. As soon as he saw them, he knew they were perfect: a set of hairpins, with a delicate trail of butterflies dangling from them.

That morning, he sought her out, the box carefully wrapped in decorative paper.

"Good morning," he said. "I may be a little eager, but," he held out the box to her, "happy birthday, Mother."

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Mikoto was always happy to see her son. She had not forgotten the date so she had a very good idea of why he was here. Ever since he was a young boy and she had come into his life, taken on the role of mother that he had allowed her to fill, she had cherished each and every gift from her son.

In the beginning, it'd been hard, thinking that these gifts, these moments, these precious memories were made for Ikona. That her dear friend should be there, but it was only her now. Not even Sumeragi could see his children grown as they were.

"You've always been a little eager," she teased him softly. Her hand touched his cheek fondly before accepting the gift.

Inside the box laid a set of hairpins adorned with a trail of dangling butterflies. She gasped softly and held up one of the hairpins. "Oh, they're beautiful Ryoma." Carefully, she placed it back and closed the box, wanting to keep the safe before she reach over and pull Ryoma into a hug.

Mikoto pulled back and looked up at him, always amazed at how tall he'd grown over the years. "It means everything to me that you're here, Ryoma. I know your mother would say the same." Though she meant more than just Ikona with that statement, but also the other her, the one who had died in his timeline. "Thank you."

[yukyunotabibito]

🎄 giggles cutely

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Nasir cannot say that he will ever understand why beorc have this tradition of hanging these leaves above doorways and kissing should two be caught under it. It's a strange plant too, with not even a hint of scent lingering in the air.

Alas, it seems to be all the rage here at Garreg Mach these days, and Nasir cannot help but to check each and ever doorway that he enters.

A bit too late to be careful this time though, as he finds himself face to face with a beorc man. With a sly smile, the white dragon grabs his chin, tugging it towards his own face, colliding their lips together.

He pulls away quickly with a chuckle, "Now I'm not much of a tradition man myself, but hopefully that satisfies whatever 'holiday' cheer you have in your heart."

[yukyunotabibito]

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What if your muse and mine had a child | Accepting | 7/?

Another beautiful boy for Nasir to have problems about. This man is not made to be a boy dad, oh my god. Let alone the fact that this thing is a branded child, don't even get him started there.

And speaking of his brand, it's right there; can't you see it? Right on his cheek, right there!

This child is absolutely a mess, from his hair and his clothes, to his daily behavior. For a prince, he definitely isn't the picture of royalty. Also he hardly ever sleeps, he's running on five cups of whatever caffine exists in Hoshido and manic power at any given time. Try as they might, he's off and running to do some sort of research expedition before his parents can stop him and make him lie down and rest for just a little bit.

Has no interest in being a prince and would rather go live in the woods studying whatever research topic has caught his interest at the time.

Ryoma is his favored father, despite his lack of interest in the governing his father does, and Nasir is just getting back trying not to fuck up a second son. At least they don't argue... that much.