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abiiors · 5 months

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under the mistletoe 🎄// ross macdonald x reader (pt 2 of 2)

twelve days of christmas - day 3

a/n: best friends to lovers? no. it's idiots to lovers. this is also part 2 of secret santa cw: kissing, alcohol, very tame and cheesy. there might be typos... wc: 3k

a cheer cuts through the chatter in the room and ross finds himself standing under a mistletoe, liv first in his arms, then standing on her toes and then they’re kissing—sweet, long kisses that make him smile despite the butterflies in his stomach.

butterflies that should have been a result of the kiss. instead, it feels more like a swarm of bees buzzing in his chest from anticipation.

ross doesn’t expect to be this nervous. more than that, he doesn’t expect to pull away from the kiss before she does. even when liv looks at him with slight concern.

he certainly doesn’t expect himself to be so hung up on secret santa. he has bought plenty of gifts for people he cares about before! good ones too; sure, he’s no pro at gift giving but he’s not entirely hopeless. but this time he simply cannot afford to mess up. not when it took him two turns to get the name he really wanted.

everyone looks festive in some shade of red or green on white—and one silver but charli really pulls it off. liv has a beautiful green velvet dress on, her curly hair piled on top of her head and gold hoops dangling from her ears. liv looks stunning!

it’s her that really takes his breath away—the girl who’s been his best friend for over a decade now. the girl who now stares at him with a tight smile on her face, cheering almost on autopilot with the rest of his friends. she’s in a classic red slip dress and matching red lipstick that contrasts her skin so perfectly that ross almost feels guilty for staring at her longer than necessary. he’s right next to his girlfriend for fucks sake. he needs to focus!

the excitement in the room is off the charts! everyone’s buzzing to get to the main event—the secret santa gifts—and he feels a tiny pit of nervousness at the centre of all his enthusiasm. what if she doesn’t like his gift? what if it’s something she already has or something that’s too personal… too intimate.

liv breaks his little spiral.

“you alright?” she slides onto his lap with an easy smile and pecks him softly.

“yeah, just excited about the gifts! i wonder who got my name.” even with her on his thigh ross can’t stop his knee from bouncing up and down. the weird mixture of anticipation and butterflies is something he’s rarely felt before—not since… well not since her last birthday when he’d gotten her two tickets to the play she’d been dying to go to.

(if he’s being honest it was not since she’d asked him if he’d like to go with her.)

“me too!” liv beams and it’s as if that’s matty’s cue to announce that they can all finally, finally move to the living room.

the living room is adorned with twinkling lights and tinsel, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere. a decently sized pile of gifts sits under the pretty tree—the current object of everyone’s interest. his nervousness aside, ross feels as giddy as the others do, still like a child on christmas morning about to get the long anticipated pokemon card collection.

matty gets to the pile and starts calling out names one after the other.

ross is barely even listening—his mind races with a million different possibilities. what if it’s a shit gift? what if she doesn’t like it or has something similar or doesn’t get the significance of it?

what if she thinks he put no thought into it?

he’s barely even listening when polly coos over the “cutest jumper ever!” or when george cackles over his gag gift or when matty almost goes misty eyed over the vintage book.

he only snaps out of it when matty calls out her name and envelopes her in a hug.

“it’s perfect,” he sniffles and ross burns with envy.

not envious of matty. never envious of matty but… a tiny, irrational part of him wishes she were his secret santa instead. that she spent days thinking about him, obsessing over finding the perfect gift just like he had.

that maybe she spent her nights in bed, wondering a thousand times over if her gift would make him smile (it would, ross thinks. she could get him a £10 bottle of wine and he would still cherish it dearly.)

“ross!” matty calls out and he startles a little.

matty looks at him with a slightly puzzled expression and wiggles a neatly wrapped gift in front of him. it’s square and thin with a small note attached to it.

he recognises it instantly—a handwriting he’s only recently come to know as liv’s.

liv. his girlfriend. his secret santa.

and he’s an awful, awful boyfriend for the feeling of disappointment that rises in him.

his fingers move deftly, tearing apart the wrapping paper until the gift inside becomes visible. the first thing he registers is the word “untitled” printed front and centre in big bold letters. and below it: “divine connection: the last unreleased album”. it dawns on him slowly—the band, their band. the last album from their band. just his and hers. and on autopilot, his gaze snaps up to her.

“ross?”

for the second time that evening liv’s voice cuts through his spiral and he turns around to see her standing at the door to the balcony with a half-drunk champagne flute in her hands. she’s beautiful, he thinks. she’s always been stunning but his heart doesn’t skip a beat when he looks at her.

“can we talk?” she walks in and stands next to him, shoulders brushing with his. it’s a cold night. it’s silly being outside but he’s in a weird mood. he even kinda prefers it here.

“yeah of course,” he clears his throat and tries to appear casual.

“did you like your gift?”

“i did. it was… it was perfect.” at least that much is true. at least that much he can say with 100% certainty. “thank you. really, i mean it.”

“i know you do.”

for a minute she doesn’t say anything but her eyes roam over his face—a scruitinising sort of a look that makes him want to shy away. she’s never been particularly intense but in the few weeks he’s known liv, she’s had a way of guessing his little tells. it takes everything in him to not look away.

still, he closes his eyes for a minute.

the scene is still so fresh in his mind—ross opening the gift and looking up. ross staring at her and not liv. ross murmuring “thank you. it’s perfect.” and smiling at her before he even remembered that the gift was supposed to be from liv.

ross only looks at her, his best friend. and she can’t seem to meet his gaze.

liv clears her throat and brings him back to the present. she takes another swig of her champagne and offers him the glass. ross studies her lipstick smudge on the rim and accepts the drink gratefully.

“you’re in love with her, aren’t you?”

a second sooner and he would have choked on the drink or done a spit-take like a fucking idiot but the question leaves him so speechless that he almost drops the glass.

“who?”

“don’t play dumb now.” her tone’s a bit sharp but her words aren’t unkind and the thought of being scolded like that makes him blush slightly and straighten up.

he’s about to speak when she continues.

“i see how you look at her—how you looked at her when you opened the gift i gave you. you knew it wasn’t from me didn’t you?”

wordlessly, he nods his head.

“you knew i didn’t think of it. you were right though. i didn’t. i went to her because she’s you best friend.”

“and she told you about the band?”

liv clicks her tongue. “she handed me the record. turns out she had you for secret santa before we picked the names again.”

“oh…”

there’s another beat of loaded silence in which he struggles to maintain eye contact with her and not feel like an utterly shit boyfriend.

“liv i—”

“i know,” she smiles briefly. “but you can’t string me along, babe. look i like you a lot. i really do and i know… i know you told me you were trying to move on from someone but i assumed that was a past relationship. i didn’t realise you were talking about…your best friend.”

“i’m sorry,” he shakes his head. “i really am. i know that was shitty of me.”

“it was a little.”

none of them speak for a few minutes. ross looks at her champagne again, wishing he’d had a drink with him for this conversation. or maybe not—maybe a clearer head is what he needs. he is getting dumped, after all.

and yet… there’s no sadness. just a faint sense of disappointment.

“so this is it i guess?”

in one gulp liv finishes the rest of her champagne and nods. “yeah. this is it. for what it’s worth ross… i have no hard feelings.”

this time when she smiles at him, it’s open and sincere. much to his relief, it’s friendly. liv stands on her toes and presses a kiss to his cheek. it’s chaste and quick—a goodbye, one that he returns by hugging her tightly.

liv pauses at the threshold just as she’s leaving.

“why don’t you tell her?”

ross shakes his head in disappointment and feels the familiar ache settle bone deep. the night suddenly seems so much colder than before—no longer the cosy kind that makes you want to snuggle up with a loved one. this feels sharp and biting.

“can’t,” he shrugs, “i don’t want to ruin years’ worth of friendship.”

he expects liv to understand that. it’s a perfectly normal sentiment—to love someone enough that you’d rather have some of them than none of them. but she just shakes her head at him.

“wow…” liv sighs, “for a man so smart… you really are fucking dumb.”

and then she leaves him on the balcony, shivering and confused.

by the time he gets inside, there’s a lull in the party. everyone’s either drunk or loved up or both. well, maybe not everyone.

ross finds her huddled in front of the fireplace, absently staring at her wrist. at the pearl bracelet he got for her.

a near-perfect match to her beloved pearl necklace from her grandmother.

the fire casts a warm, golden glow on her—on her hair and the curve of her shoulder, the hollow of her throat, and down her chest. he stands transfixed at the threshold, waiting for something to happen.

maybe matty (passed out on the sofa) will wake up if he moves or polly might need something from him or george and charli might see them and he loves his friends but they have barely any concept of personal space after all these years. maybe he could just do it tomorrow when he’s not half-drunk, half-sober, and fully freaking out.

“ross?”

too late to hide now.

“why are you stood there? come on! it’s so cold!” she opens up her blanket cocoon—an invitation for him to join.

ross, startled by her voice, stumbles into the room. his cheeks flush with embarrassment and he clears his throat, trying to mask the awkwardness that has suddenly enveloped him.

fuck! she’s pretty. and yes he thinks that every single time he looks at her but it’s moments like these that really hit him like a gut punch.

liv’s words echo in his mind over and over again. for a man so smart… you really are fucking dumb. was she trying to say what he thinks she was? or is he just delusional and projecting his own feelings onto her.

her body is soft and warm when ross settles next to her, pulling her into his side and tucking her head under his chin.

“you were deep in thought.” ross teases a bit, not ready to broach anything serious just yet. what he really wants to ask is about the record—how she’d somehow known his perfect gift before he figured it out himself.

“just thinking about how good i am at gift giving,” she teases back. “matty was ecstatic.”

she's right but he can’t help but find a different meaning in her words.

“that you are,” ross murmurs in her hair, resisting the urge to press a little kiss there. it’s too much for him—this intimacy. something like that might just tip him over the edge.

for a while she doesn’t say anything and ross wonders if she’s fallen asleep. it’s quite late and they’re quite cosy, it won’t be the first time she's fallen asleep on him. maybe, if she is asleep, he might even press that kiss onto her head after all.

“liv’s not here?” her voice breaks his train of thought. it’s not teasing anymore—she sounds neutral and controlled and… and like she’s trying not to pry.

“we broke up.”

“what?!”

she almost shrieks and matty stirs slightly but goes back to sleeping again. ross feels guilty for just dumping it on her without any context.

“i’m so sorry,” she says before he has a chance to speak. “fuck, at a christmas party too! that sucks, love. are you alright?”

“it wasn’t like that. it was…” this is it, he thinks. his one chance to get it right. “i’m perfectly fine. i’m… i’m better than fine. it’s… well she–you… fuck okay!”

he cheeks grow warm. it’s worse now that she’s properly looking at his now, her face a mixture of concern and curiosity; that she’s now an attentive audience to his pathetic flustered words.

“let me…” he takes a big deep breath and squares his shoulders. “okay. let me get this right. for the next, i don’t know, two minutes, you aren’t allowed to speak, okay? okay. so! liv and i talked.” the skepticism on her face grows and ross tries not to let it deter him. “the gift, the record—”

“was it not good?”

“oi! no speaking, remember? two minutes.” ross scolds lightly and almost laughs at her sheepish face. “as i was saying, the record. it wasn’t her idea, was it? i asked her how she knew and she told me you gave it to her. for me! why didn’t you… why didn’t you give it to me yourself?”

for all her talking a moment ago, now she seems speechless. so much so that she can barely meet his eyes.

“it was a lovely gift, darling. maybe even one of the best and… i just want to know why, that’s all.”

her cheeks flush a subtle shade of pink, and she fidgets with the edge of the blanket. “i guess i wanted you to have something meaningful without making things awkward. i’d already bought the gift and i didn't want to complicate our friendship with something that felt so… personal, especially with liv being in the picture. and…fuck! if that’s what made you break up, i’m so sorry, i—"

“it didn’t,” he cuts her off firmly. ross can’t help but notice the small details of her face then—the tiny smudges of mascara from no doubt when she sleepily rubbed her eyes, the glitter on her eyelids reflecting the firelight. her big, beautiful eyes and dilated pupils.

her slightly smudged lipstick…

fuck, it’s the tiny lipstick smudge on the corner of her lips that makes him lose his ability to think straight.

“we broke up because… well there’s someone else,” he speaks in a low volume. subconsciously, she leans forward.

“someone else?”

the room falls into a heavy silence, broken only by the crackling fire. she waits, her eyes searching his face for any sign that he's joking or playing some elaborate prank. but the sincerity in his expression leaves no room for doubt.

“you’re my best friend,” he says, “and fuck, do i resent that! how am i… darling, how am i meant to pretend you’re just my friend when you’re the fucking focal point of my world?”

her breath catches so audibly that it’s almost a gasp. he waits for her to say something. anything. instead she leans in an presses her lips to his.

it’s so unsure at first, almost like she freezes and her brain can’t figure out where to go next. the kiss lingers, soft and tentative—both testing the waters of something uncharted. ross's mind races, trying to process the warmth of her lips against his, the subtle taste of her lipstick.

she pulls away before he’s even had the chance to kiss her back and hides her face in his chest.

“oh god, that was too soon, wasn’t it! that was–you just broke up and i—”

“love, don't hide your face, don't…” his hands gently cup her flushed face, making her look up at him once again even when she can barely meet his eyes and in that moment he realises he’s never seen someone so beautiful.

so this time when ross crashes his lips against hers, he makes sure to pull her closer. to hold onto her tightly. his arms are around her, her hands in his hair and oh she fits so perfectly in the crevices of his body. like a perfect puzzle piece.

by the time they finally pull apart, slightly breathless and grinning uncontrollably, ross hears her giggle.

“wow, that was my first kiss under a mistletoe…”

“we aren’t—”

“i know, but we’re next to one so it’s almost the same.”

he looks to where she’s pointing, to the little bunch tied above the fireplace.

“we could do better, darling.”

“yeah?”

“mm-hmm,” he murmurs, stealing another quick kiss from her. “let me take you home.”

and she agrees in a heartbeat.

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lolasimms · 1 year

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a lots gonna change pt.19 [alternate ending]

Summary: Married life isn’t great, infidelity ensues and things change.

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3 years later

"Ellie?" you whispered.

"Hmm?" She groaned groggily.

"It's Christmas." You began to rub her chest, and she turned onto her other side to face you.

"Already?" She was smiling at you.

You nodded and moved the matted strands of hair from her forehead.

"When will Joel get here?" She checked her watch.

“He’ll be here at around 12. We have some time for just us," you scooted in closer, pressing your body against hers.

"I'm grateful for that," her arm wrapped around the smallest part of your waist. "I wish we had the whole day together."

“I know, but let’s use what time we have right now”

"Hey Joel, Merry Christmas!" You smile, opening your arms and enveloping him in a hug. He ruffled your hair and then smiles back at you.

"Merry Christmas Y/N" He hands you three medium sized boxes, each with a sticker that displayed your names. You take them in your hands, and place them under the tree before Lila woke up.

"Ellie, Joel's here." You call out to her and she immediately comes bounding from the kitchen into the living area. You leave the two of them to mingle and go upstairs to wake up Lila. She hated being woken up, but you knew today would be the first time of the year she'd happily be awoken.

"Lila honey, time to wake up. It's Christmas!" You sit on her bed slowly, gently whispering as you stroke her face lightly.

"Hmmm? Sleepy." She moves her face from your hand and snuggles further into her pillow.

"Lila, you've gotta wake up so we can open your presents. Santa came last night!"

"Santa isn't even real." That woke her up, you thought. You watch as she pushes off her covers and moves into your lap. You kiss her cheeks, as she nuzzles into you. Forever a mommy's girl.

"How about we brush our teeth and go open the presents huh?" You move her hair out of her face, looking at your tired child and she hesitantly nods.

"Take me to the bathroom please" You sigh and oblige, standing with her in your arms and helping the sleepy child get her teeth clean.

The living room looked dreadful; festive wrapping paper was strewn about the carpet, ribbon all over the floor and instruction sheet paper from Lila's new bike thrown everywhere.

"Alright, Joel and Lila you're on cleanup duty, while Y/N and I get lunch ready." Ellie said placing the box of expensive watercolour paint and brushes Joel had gifted her onto the coffee table.

"Why do I gotta be on cleanup duty?" Joel asks, hands on his hips.

"Because you're not the best cook and we all know that." Ellie smiles, patting his shoulder and then walking away.

"Lila, help grandpa clean up and then we can eat." You smile at the two of them who were clearly not excited to do the cleaning and then exit to the kitchen.

"I think I'll pop the ham back in the oven for a few minutes, just to get it hot." You call over your shoulder to Ellie, as she whips the potatoes in a large glass bowl.

"Sounds good honey, hey can you pass me the salt?" You grab the salt from besides you on the kitchen counter and walk over to her side of the island.

"Here you go baby." You hand it to her, she takes it from you and then plants a sweet kiss on your mouth. The action causes you to smile and then you move towards her, she places the whiskers inside the bowl and then envelops you in her arms.

This mornings session clearly not being enough for the two of you, as you were now having a full on make out session in the middle of your kitchen.

"I want you so bad right now." She whispers, tongue forcing it's way into your mouth. You feel a wave of pleasure shoot throughout your body. Your core aching for her touch again.

"Me too Els, I'm so wet." She moans at your words, bringing her knee to your core and pushing it into you, just how you liked it. You grind against it, getting off on how hot she looked right now. Something about her being so domestic always sent you into overdrive. Just as you felt that familiar bloom in your stomach you were interrupted.

"Oh fuck, shit. Sorry" Joel immediately backs out of the kitchen, making his way back to the living room. Cursing himself for walking into that, he felt the need to wash his eyes from what he had witnessed.

“Ellie oh my god, I don’t think I can face him.” You cringe at the thought of him literally having seen you two in action.

“It’s fine baby, our clothes were on.” She assures you, going back to the potatoes and nodding to the ovens alarm that was now ringing.

“If he brings it up I don’t think I’ll ever recover I swear to god Ellie.”

After lunch, a few board games, a movie and dessert. Joel had taken his gifts, some leftovers and bid the family goodnight. Lila was also tucked in and sleeping, leaving you and Ellie in the dimly lit living area all alone. The room was dark barely any light, save for the low burning candles that Ellie had lit up.

She leaned over and grabbed the bottle of red wine that you her and Joel had been sipping all day and poured the last of it into your win glasses.

“I have one more gift.” She said placing her glass on the table beside the armchair.

“Ellie, we agreed not too many gifts. You’re making me feel bad now.” You complained, she knew you didn’t like being one-upped.

“Trust me baby, this is worth it.” You roll your eyes and grunt a small “fine.” Your confused when she gets on the floor, hand reaching into her pocket and eyes already watering. It doesn’t hit you until she’s opened a small velvet box that housed a glistening diamond ring.

“Ellie?” Your mouth refuses to shut itself and you feel dizzy from excitement.

“Y/N, I made the biggest mistake of my life the day I decided to be unfaithful to you. You’re my everything, mother of my child and future children, love of my life and best-friend. You gave me another chance and I want you to know that I will spend the rest of my life making yours beautiful because of that. So will you be me wife again?”

“Yes, oh my god. Yes a thousand times.” She places the ring onto your finger. The two of you sharing what felt like the most intimate kiss you’d ever experienced. You cried in her arms, happy that everything had turned out okay. Sure it was a long time in the making but finally your family was back together.

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witchwyfe · 1 year

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the ugly sweater party | kook friend group

I pairing: platonic kook friend group x female reader, platonic (non-canon) rafe cameron x reader, platonic topper thornton x reader, platonic kelce x reader

I précis: ugly christmas sweater party with your friends!

I word count: 1,125

I content + warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of food, cursing, mentions of being drunk, mentions of throwing up

On Figure 8, any holiday was an excuse for all the college kids to come home and throw parties. You’d been to ragers the night before Thanksgiving for God’s Sake. You love Christmas time. You and your friends always end up drinking too much eggnog at a party and regretting it the next morning. But your favorite is when someone throws an ugly sweater party. You and your best friends have gone every year since high school, and this year would be no different.

“Alright, no complaining okay? I don’t want a repeat of Halloween.”

“We didn’t give you that hard of a time.” Rafe whines, scowling.

“We didn’t, you did.” Kelce reminds him, nudging his side.

“Shut up.”

“Anyway,” You cut off their bickering before it can fully start, glaring at the boys. “This year, I picked them out, and—”

“How is that any different, you pick them every year?”

“Because no one else ever offers to pick.” You narrow your eyes. “Remember two years ago when I let Rafe be in charge?” You wonder.

“It wasn’t that—”

“You wrote merry x-mas on a white t-shirt in sharpie.” You cut him off. “That was so fucking stupid.”

“We didn’t even get top three for best sweater.” Kelce frowns, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Anyway,” You start again. “Imagine if I could speak without getting interrupted. I was going to say that Kelce and I picked them together.” Kelce smiles, moving off the couch so he can sit by you.

You pull out two large bags, giggling slightly. “Oh-kay,” You say slowly. “Who wants to see?”

You and Kelce share a look, matching grins on your faces. You nod at Kelce, watching as he hands a folded sweater to Rafe and to Topper.

“Santa’s nice little boy?” Topper splutters—incredulous. You and Kelce burst into laughter, leaning against each other.

“Santa’s naughty little boy?” Rafe says, flipping the sweater around and holding it to his chest.

“You guys can switch if you want,” You manage between laughs. “But Kelce and I thought those would suit you pretty well.”

“Are these baby clothes?” Topper wonders seriously. The writing on the white sweaters does in fact, emulate Christmas onesies that say things like—my first Christmas—Kelce went above and beyond finding the design your own sweater site.

“This sounds so wrong,” Rafe frowns, shaking his head. “That’s fucking messed up.”

Kelce is practically cackling now, laying on the carpet.

“What do yours look like?” Topper wonders, glaring at you.

“Oh!” You giggle, nudging Kelce again. You pull two more white sweaters out, checking the tags before handing the correct one to Kelce.

You unfold them, unveiling the matching sweaters to Rafe and Topper. Yours says Merry in red cursive, Kelce’s says Christmas in green.

“They go together!” You say, tone saccharine. “Just like yours do!”

“What the hell?” Rafe complains. “How is that fair?”

“Think of it as payback for the sharpie incident.” You grin, laughing evilly with Kelce.

“You didn’t want to help pick them out.” Kelce points out. “And we asked. Many times.”

“What was it you said, Top?” You wonder, furrowing your eyebrows. “’I don’t care what they are, just pick them. I don’t have time for this shit.’”

Topper’s face reddens, the sweater falling limply in his lap.

“We wanted to do those big sweaters, like the two-person ones, but a four person.” Kelce says. “But we decided not to, because we knew y’all would hate that.”

“That would have been hilarious, come on.” You grin, looking to Kelce who nods in agreement.

“Thank you?” Rafe says like it’s a question. “Don’t know if I should be saying thank you for something that alludes to me having an inappropriate relationship with santa.”

“Hey, you said it, not us.”

“Come on guys, we’re gonna be late!” You call up the stairs. The four of you decided to pregame at Topper’s house, since his parents were out of town.

It ended up being much less of a pregame and much more of a listen to Rafe whine about the sweater he hadn’t even put on yet. You and Kelce had each taken a shot of peppermint schnapps though! In an attempt at Christmas spirit.

You and Kelce went all out, deciding to match your whole outfits—ripped jeans and Converse—to pair with the sweaters.

Finally, Rafe and Topper trudge down the stairs, Rafe quite literally dragging his feet, his footsteps reverberating on the staircase.

“Oh, look at that!” You coo exaggeratedly, placing a hand on your heart. “My boys, looking so cute!”

Topper gives you a dirty look, Rafe muttering curses under his breath. Kelce snickers at their obvious disdain, even more so when you share a look with him.

“I’m never forgiving you guys for this,” Rafe declares, looking between you and Kelce. “Just so you know.”

“Oh no,” Kelce feigns a pout. “____, he said he’s not gonna forgive us for this.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Rafe groans, effectively cutting off whatever snarky comment you were preparing to make.

“Okay, whatever, no more complaining.” You announce, giving pointed looks to Rafe and Topper. “You’re so grumpy, Rafe, we just need to get some eggnog in you,” You giggle, happy when a smile—albeit a small one—finally makes its way onto his face.

“Alright boys, get together so I can take a picture!” You giggle, whipping your phone out of your pocket.

“Get closer together,” You scold. “Rafael, smile for God’s sake.”

“Please, enough with the mom photos, can we please go now?”

“Someone grab my hand, please!” You whine. “I can’t walk without a hand.”

Rafe sighs, holding his hand out for you to take. Topper has his arm around Kelce, trying to guide him to the car.

“____, come on sweetheart, we need to get you in the car.” Rafe says, tugging your arm gently.

“Want a snack,” You whine again, leaning all of your body weight onto Rafe. “I’m so hungry.”

“If we get into the car, we can go and get something.”

“By the way,” Kelce is slurring his words as he turns to face you and Rafe. “____ and I are picking the sweaters every year. First place in the ugly sweater competition, baby!” He cheers.

You squeal gleefully, pumping a fist in the air.

Topper is mid-pushing Kelce into the car when he jerks away, bee-lining for a nearby bush. He’s emptying his stomach, bent over at the waist.

“Aw, Kelcey,” You coo, rushing over to him. Despite your intent to comfort him, the second you’re close enough, you’re throwing up as well.

“Every fucking year.” Topper sighs, shaking his head.

“Merry Christmas.” Rafe laughs, rubbing your back.

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kandisheek · 6 months

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steve/tony with alpha!tony and omega!steve? fluffy or smutty, up to you! 👀 I just finished reading Tis the Season and I absolutely love the way you write a/b/o <333

Aw, thank you so much! Since you enjoyed Tis the Season, here’s a snippet from that same universe. I hope you enjoy it!

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Steve’s first Christmas at the tower had been a lavish affair, hundreds of guests and a giant tree to accompany the party. It had been overwhelming, loud and flashy, all of which were things he’d associated with their host for the night.

Now that they’d all settled in and become friends, Tony had apparently done away with the need to impress them. Which suited Steve just fine. He’d always liked a more private party anyway, and having his chosen family along with his alpha with him was all he’d ever needed.

Steve’s eyes drifted across the room to Tony, who was sitting on the couch and chatting with Rhodey, a glass in his hand. He smiled involuntarily as a wave of affection rolled over him. Christmas always made him appreciate the things he was grateful for. And there was nothing he loved more than having Tony at his side.

Bruce walked past him with a tray of sugarcookies, and Steve gladly snatched one up, turning back to Natasha and Maria who seemed to be squabbling over who would win in a fight, Santa or Jack Frost. He was only half-listening, just basking in the calm atmosphere of the evening. It was nice to see everyone so relaxed and happy.

“Steve! Hey, Steve!”

Steve turned around, smiling at Tony who was beckoning him over to the couch with a shifty expression on his face. Rhodey seemed to have wandered off, so Steve walked over to Tony, happy to keep him company. He’d just opened his mouth to say hello when Tony grabbed his arm and unceremoniously dragged him onto his lap so Steve was sitting on him sideways.

“What the –” Steve froze, then frowned at Tony. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Just stay still,” Tony said, pulling Steve a little closer. And even more firmly on top of his rock hard cock.

“It’s Christmas. What are you doing,” Steve hissed, and Tony huffed.

“Calm down, I’m not going to do anything. You’re just less suspicious than a pillow. I don’t want anyone else to see.”

Steve barely held in a snort. “Wow, thanks a lot.”

“It’s your own damn fault,” Tony grumbled, hiding his face in Steve’s neck. “You did this to me.”

“Me? I was all the way over there, minding my own business. How is this –”

Steve broke off when Tony shoved his glass under Steve’s nose. One sniff was all it took to make an incredulous smile break out on Steve’s lips.

“Oh my god. Seriously?”

“I told you,” Tony said miserably. “Eggnog boners. That’s a thing now.”

“Jesus, keep it down,” Steve said, but he was laughing too hard to do the same. “God, that’s so ridiculous.”

Tony glowered at him. “What am I supposed to do? It tastes just like you.”

“Sorry not sorry.” Steve settled more comfortably in Tony’s lap, smiling when Tony let out a shaky breath. “You alright there?”

Tony growled. “Laugh it up while you can. I’m going to fuck you through the mattress later.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Tony stuck out his lower lip, and Steve couldn’t help but kiss the pout off his lips, chuckling when Tony nuzzled his jaw.

“Ew, keep it in the bedroom,” Clint said as he walked past the couch, munching on a gingerbread man. “I’m getting more punch. You want anything?”

“Another eggnog for Tony,” Steve said, laughing when Tony squeezed his sides, giving him a pitiful look. Clint eyed them both before he shook his head.

“Sure thing. Weirdos.”

Tony barely waited for Clint to turn his back before he nipped at Steve’s scent gland, making him shiver. “My revenge will be swift and merciless.”

Steve smiled, grabbing Tony’s hand to interlace it with his. “I’m looking forward to it.”

#marvel #stony #fanfic #steve tony #fanfic asks #snippet #a/b/o

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moo9395 · 4 months

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Martyn/ Jimmy/ Scott/ Tango - ship fic

For @entropicthymes as part of the @mcytblrholidayexchange

It was new years eve and Martyn, Scott, Jimmy, and Tango were all sitting in their living room watching the end of something on the TV.

Scott was lying on the sofa with his feet in Jimmy’s lap idly flicking through a magazine. Leant up against the sofa between Jimmy's knees was Tango with Martyns head lying in his lap as the former absentmindedly combed his fingers through the latters hair.

As the programme came to an end Scott tossed his magazine onto the coffee table and moved to get up.

“I’m going to pop the kettle on” He said as he stretched and ran a hand through his hair.

Tango shuffled Martyns head off, ignoring his protests, and stood up to help Scott.

Seeing as his pillow had gone, Martyn stood up and plonked himself down on the sofa next to Jimmy.

Said pillow then reappeared, popping his head round the door to ask who wanted tea.

Jimmy and Martyn answered simultaneously with a polite “Me please” to Tango rolled his eyes fondly.

In a few minutes Scott returned with a tray of mugs in his hands which he gently placed on the coffee table before squashing himself between Jimmy and Martyn.

“Room for a little one?” Tango asked, grinning.

Jimmy shifted up pushing the other two with him “Always room for you”.

“Are we doing presents then?” Martyn inquired, hands wrapped around his warm mug.

Jimmy bobbed excitedly causing Tango to squeak in alarm and Scott to nearly spill his tea.

“Sorry” he babbled apologetically as Martyn laughed.

Once Jimmy had stopped apologising, Martyn stood up and made his way over to the ‘certainly not over decorated’ Christmas tree (Scott had been in charge) and began pulling out the gifts underneath.

“Right, who wants to go first?” he asked, settling himself down cross legged on the floor, four wrapped gifts beside him.

“Lets just go in a circle” Jimmy answered “Start with Tango and end with Martyn”

“Alright sounds good to me” Scott added as the others hummed in approval.

Martyn turned to his pile of presents and ruffled through a few labels before handing a soft, flopping looking package to Tango.

The blaze-born flipped the tag over which read ‘To Tango, from your secret santa x’.

He then carefully unwrapped the present.

“Wow,” he murmured, holding up a knitted sweater decorated with intricate designs and patterns in shades of red, orange and yellow.

“Do you like it?” Martyn asked nervously.

“Well that's sort of given away the ‘Secret Santa’ aspect of this but oh well” Jimmy said under his breath.

Tango ignored him “It’s gorgeous Martyn,” he replied, still staring at the gift “Where did you get it?”

Martyn mumbled something under his breath as his cheeks flushed and he began to play with the carpet.

“You what?” Scott inquired curiously.

“I made it” Martyn answered, cheeks flushing even further as he glanced up grinning at the looks of shock on his partner's faces.

The three of them just stared open mouthed at him until Jimmy broke the silence “I didn’t know you could knit”

Martyn smirked “Well a mans gotta have some secrets doesn’t he?” he answered, recovering some of his usual bravado.

“Well sure but you don’t usually expect the secret to be world class knitting skills do you?” Tango added smiling fondly as any bravado Martyn had managed to claw back vanished in the blushing mess.

“Alright who’s next” Scott asked loudly pulling Martyn back to reality “Right yeah, Jimmy” he babbled handing Jimmy a package.

Jimmy tore off the wrapping rather unceremoniously and pulled out a large blanket.

It was cream with tassels at each end and covered in colourfully embroidered flowers.

Jimmy squealed (it was a very manly squeal) in delight as he ran his fingers over each design.

“Happy new year” Scott giggled and Jimmy leapt on him pressing kisses to whatever he could reach.

“Alright let him breathe” Tango chided but his smile was evident in his voice.

Jimmy pulled back still beaming and went back to examining the poppies, carnations, bluebells and other flowers that Scott had expertly sewn into the blanket.

Scott accepts the package from Martyn with a polite “thank you love” and a peck on the cheek.

It’s smaller than the others but Scott knows size is no guarantee of worth (Minds out the gutter please) as he carefully undoes the bow and slowly peels back the wrapping.

“It’s like watching a strip tease” Martyn quips, the comment earning a stifled laugh from Jimmy and a glare from Scott who tosses the wrapping paper at him.

Having finally unwrapped the gift Scott is now holding a small box, he removes the lid and peeling back the layers of golden tissue paper pulls out a pair of earrings.

“Oh they’re gorgeous” he exclaims holding up one of the pairs, it's long and dangling with four large crystals connected by rows of tiny clear beads.

“There’s a crystal to show each of us” Tango explained, he was too excited to care about giving himself away.

Scott inspected the gems further, he was familiar with gemstones and recognised each, a chunk of yellow jasper for Jimmy, a piece of prehnite for Martyn, a bit of red sunstone for Tango, and a segment of amazonite for him.

“Are you crying?” Jimmy asked amused.

Scott sniffed “Mind your own business” the others laughed and Tango reached out a warm hand and ruffled Scott's hair.

Once Scott had recovered himself it was Martyns turn.

“I wonder who this could be from” the blond said, lifting his gift into the air and shaking it with mock confusion.

Jimmy rolled his eyes affectionately “Just open it”.

Martyn pulled the red ribbon of the small (and surprisingly neatly wrapped) box, before pulling off the wrapping.

Underneath the holly covered wrapping paper was a velvet box, Martyn gently lifted the hinged lid to reveal a small, ornate ring.

After lifting the ring out of its box he rotated it with his fingers examining the finely carved lettering.

“It’s all of our initials and our anniversary” Jimmy said with flushed cheeks “I know it's similar to Tango’s.. I didn’t mean to.. obviously.. I didn’t know-”

Martyn cut him off with a peck on the lips “It’s lovely Jim, thank you”.

Jimmy beamed, obviously delighted before pulling Martyn unceremoniously down onto the sofa.

Scott and Tango sat laughing at Martyn’s muffled protests to being suffocated in feathers.

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After a couple games of Mario Party, Jimmy leapt up from the sofa “The fireworks are starting!” he cheered as he ran over to the window peering out into the dark.

Scott and Martyn heaved themselves up to go and look, Martyn opening the window as he reached it.

The sound of fireworks filled the small apartment along with the small shrieks of excitement from a certain canary.

“Jimmy you’re getting feathers in my mouth again” Martyn muttered, pushing yellow wings out of his face.

Then he paused as he heard a soft whimper behind him “Tango?” he whispered as he turned.

Tango was crouched in the corner of the room, back to the wall and hands clamped over his ears.

Martyn rushed over to him, noticing his sudden absence Scott and Jimmy also turned.

Martyn crouched down beside his boyfriend whose eyes were screwed up and his hands were still clamped over his ears.

“I think it's the noise” Scott muttered gently, noticing the blazeborns tail flicking agitatedly.

Jimmy shot up and tripped over himself in his hurry to close the window.

The sound of fireworks was muffled, for good measure Jimmy closed the curtains before returning to his boyfriends.

“Tango sweetie, can you hear me?” Scott probed softly but the blaze-born didn’t even acknowledge the statement.

“We need to ground him” Jimmy whispered as he gently began tracing patterns in his partner's folded knees.

Martyn and Scott followed his example; Scott rubbing smooth circles in the blond's back and Martyn opting for gently playing with his hair.

After a few moments Tango's breathing relaxed, his hands moved away from his ears and his eyes fluttered open.

“Hello sunshine” Martyn breathed lightly “Are you feeling better?”.

Tango nodded shyly before rasping out a small “thank you”.

The three of them smiled softly before Jimmy stood “Come on let’s go back to the sofa”.

The others murmured in agreement as the canary pulled them to their feet.

They all settled down on the sofa and Scott grabbed a soft blanket placing it over them, Jimmy reaching over to grab his blanket and placing it on top.

Martyn switched the TV and put on big hero six before settling back to playing with Tangos hair.

Jimmy was lying curled across the blaze-borns lap and the latter was gently preening his wings.

Scott had his head on Martyns shoulder gently tracing stars onto the shorter man’s thigh.

Eventually Jimmy dropped off to sleep and was soon followed by Tango.

Martyn stopped playing with his hair after a few moments and turned his head to look down at Scott before reaching his hand round to stroke the younger’s cheek.

“Happy new year” He murmured softly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

A smaller hand found his own as Scott gently ran his thumb across Martyn’s fingers “Happy new year”.

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linaselandbasil · 1 year

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Children and Santa headcanons for my boys:

Lance: "Are you excited for your first day of school? Good, now go tell all your enemies that Santa isn't real. I'll take you to get Ice cream this evening, alright buddy?"

Nevra: He's from a different culture but if you want to lie to your children about who these gifts are from then go ahead. He'll play along until the last bastion of faith fades from the kids as they catch mom with the tooth fairy money delivery and they meekly go to ask him: "Father, why was mom putting the money under my pillow?" He's sitting in the big leather sofa reading newspaper because he's goofy like that. "The tooth fairy isn't real." The kids gasp. "And what about the Easter bunny?" "Rabbits don't lay chocolate eggs. Don't eat anything that comes out of a rabbit." The kids eyes fill with tears, they sniffle. "Amd Samda???" He puts the newspaper down and beckons the kids into his lap because he wants to save on time when they inevitably start to cry. "No, he's not real either." Mom comes in the room and starts crying too because the kids are growing up too fast and she can't manipulate them with these fictional characters anymore. She joins the sad pile atop the man and Nevra is pissed that he doesn't have enough hands to caress everyone he loves simultaneously.

Leiftan: We all know what to expect. He's going to tell the kids that this mf lives on the north pole with a bunch of (slaves) Christmas elves and that he flies over the entire world to give little snotbags like them a few presents each. He's going to leave cookies on the counter that he knows for sure that he's going to love eating at 3 in the morning and he'll happily watch hid kids lose their shit over an empty plate. So nauseatingly sweet.

Ezarel: He only ever mentions Santa when he sees a big white beard. If you don't tell the kids who Santa actually is they'll have a very distorted perception of him.

Mathieu: He's not doing anything extra, he just tells the kids that if they're bad Santa's going to eat them.

Valkyon: He's not that well versed in Santa stuff because he was homeschooled or something. He can dress up as sexy Santa for you though, he looks great in red! You can go ahead and make more kids like that, with your feral whore husband.

#eldarya #unhinged #lance eldarya #valkyon #eldarya leiftan #nevra eldarya #eldarya ezarel #eldarya mathieu #eldarya headcanons #unhinged headcanons #santa?#eldarya headcanon

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lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety · 4 months

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Christmas Morning

//Just a quick oneshot of everyone giving their Secret Santa's their gifts! I know it's kind of rushed, but I hope it's still decent ^^' I'm so, so sorry for how long it took me to get this written and posted! Life has been a beast, but I'm glad I managed to get something done. I'll open the askbox now, but I'm going to be putting certain characters back on hold again. But don't despair! Maybe some of them will come back... I'll also try to get a synopsis written some time in the next couple days and posted so everyone is on the same page again//

"Alright, everyone! It's time for Secret Santa!" Sun smiled despite the exhausted look in his eyes. He'd been up cleaning and arranging the daycare all night so they'd have a real tree to put their gifts under. Sure, they were going to take them right back out and unwrap them, but this had to be perfect! And what sort of Christmas would it be without presents underneath a tree?

Lunar was, once again, practically vibrating in his seat. "Presents! Presents! Presents!" Scratch that, he was bouncing in his chair and shaking his hands with excitement.

Solar smiled tiredly beside him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Yeah, it's present time. Just take it easy for a minute." He chucked.

"Good luck with that." Moon playfully pulled Lunar's hat down to cover his eyes. "Someone's been waiting for this all month."

"Hey!" Lunar giggled.

"Can we just get this over with? I wanna go home." Eclipse frowned from where he was sitting beside Kill Code.

"We will take our time. This is, after all, a family gathering."

"Family gathering my abs." He grumbled and huffed, "Just a stupid thing I had to come to..."

"Presents! Presents! Presents!" Bloody was shaking his hands alongside Lunar. Harvest laughed and wrapped his arms around him, "Brother, we have to be patient." "But presents!"

"Yes, it's time!" Sun laughed and grabbed a present from underneath the tree. "Now, due to certain people's...requests, we've decided to leave the 'from' anonymous in case someone doesn't want others to know who got them something."

Everyone tried not to look over at Eclipse, but he growled and shrunk back against the couch.

"First up is....Solar!" Sun picked up a gift bag and passed a gift bag over to him.

"Wow...You know, I keep telling you guys, you didn't have to do anything for me-"

"Nope! But we did! Now go on, open it!" Sun's smile was wide as he sat nearby, pulling out a camera to start recording.

Solar carefully opened the bag and pulled out some tissue paper, his eyes widening. "Oh, a blanket"

Sun can't help himself and laughs, "Yep, and there are gloves at the bottom of the bag! I tried to stitch one of those protective symbols onto the backs of the gloves and in the corners of the blanket, but it didn't really come out the best..."

"They're perfect. I love 'em." Solar smiled and laid the blanket over his lap. "Thank you."

"Me! Me next!" Solar chuckled and grabbed a present to pass to Lunar.

"Whoah, it's heavy!" He shredded through the paper as though it was nothing, then gasped, "Is this the entire Land Before Time collection?!"

"Hm, looks like it...How'd anyone even find all of them on DVD? Weird...."

"Moon! Here's yours!"

Moon pulled the paper away on his present. "Huh. It's a...lavender bath set?"

"You need to chill." Solar chuckled and leaned back on the couch. "No offense dude, but I think some lavender would do you some good. And I included a necklace in there. I know you don't really do jewelry, but hematite is supposed to be good for grounding."

"Huh, thanks. I'll give it a shot." He pulled the necklace over his head and grabbed another present. "KC?"

"T͢h͜ank ͠y͟où." A few careful snips of his claws and the paper fell away to reveal- "F͏ơa͝m p̴iec̸es͜?͟ And́...glovęs͞?͜"

"Father, there is a note."

'For your claws. And when you have to hold someone when they're small weak. Don't ask who this is from. It doesn't matter.'

"A͡h, ̴t͞h͘is i̶s ̧ver͠y kind͏.̀ ͜T̕ha̵nk ͘y͜ou.̵" Kill Code stuck his claws into the crude cardboard box and stuck the foam pieces on the tips of his claws. "Onl̛y o̷ne w͞a̡y̡ ̸t͘o̧ t̀es̨t͞ t̵h҉i̢s.͘ Come."

Bloody laughed and jumped into his arms. "Mine! My turn!"

Kill Code handed him his gift with a soft chuckle.

Bloody's eyes widened as he pulled out a pocket knife. "Ohhh shiny!"

"Wh- Who gave him a knife???" Sun squeaked and looked around the room.

"What? I thought he'd like it! And it even has a pretty red handle." Lunar pouted on the couch.

Sun cleared his throat. "Oh, L-Lunar, it isn't that. It's a great gift! I just-"

"Love it! Shiny and red!" He giggled and held the knife up to Kill Code's face. "Look! Look! Shiny and clean, red and gleams!"

"Y͏es̶, it ͞cér͟ta̡i̡nly͢ d̛oes͟. ͏But͏ ̵we͜ ̛m̢u̴şt̡ ͟s͢a͡ve̷ it ̴fo̸r s̨pecial ҉occa̵s͠ío͏ns͠.̢ ͘W̢hy ̸d̕o͏n̷'͠t͜ ͞you ͘p҉u͝t͏ it ̵s̕ómewhe̵r̴e͘ ͏saf́e̛ ̕u͜n̸til ͡we̡ ca̴n ͞u͠s͠e̴ ͡it ̶l̵ate͠r̸? I ͢wìl͞l s͞hów̛ ̕yoú how ̛to ́p͏rópe͡rl͡y̢ ͏us͝e͝ i͟t ánd͢ tąke̢ ca̡re ̡of̡ it."

Moon gave him a thankful glance before he handed Harvest his present.

"Thank you, Big Small One." "Why do you still call me that?" "Habit. And it's fun." He snickered.

His head tilted in confusion when he opened his gift. "A watch?"

"It̨ ͜n̕o͜t ̀o̸n͡l̴y̴ ͡tel͡l͢s̵ t̛ime. ̶Ít̕ ̶ąls҉o read̀s ̴yo͞ur̵ he͢árt͘ rate, ͜bl͠o̶ód͢ pre̵ssure̷, ͜bl̢ood sug̴ar͡, ̴a̶n̢d̵ ̀all ́sor̀ts̸ o̡f͜ ͘v̕ital͝ signs.͟ ̢I̸t҉ a̴ls͏o ̸t͡r̕ac͜k҉s҉ w͞hen t̸h́e̴ l͜ast t̢i̶me yoư ate ̷w͞as ͢s̶o̸ ̵t҉h͢a͏t y̶où ́don'͜t ͜f̷org̨et̨.̧"̡ ҉

He lightly taps Harvest's forehead with one of his protected claws. "͜I̷t i͏sn̷'̶t ͢m҉e͞a͜nt to͠ ҉m̕a͡ke ͞yo͞u ͝fe̢el ́g̨uilt̴y,͝ ͜son̕.͏ ̢It's me̛a̕n̨t tó ͏help̀ ͜yòu b̨ęcome ̨the͏ b̶e̵st̀ ́v̷e҉rsiòn ͢of̀ ͘y͝o͟ur͏s̸e͝ļf͝ t́h͠at͝ yo͝u ͜c̸an̶ ͝be."

Harvest nodded and put the watch on, staring down at it and not looking up at the other. "Thank you..." He whispered.

Kill Code nodded and pulled him under his arm. "Y̸o̶u̸ ͘are m͠ór̡e͘ ͟than w̸el͜cóme̸." Harvest nodded and turned to rest his face against his chest.

"I think it's my turn!" Sun pulled out a present and tried to take his time, but everyone could see his eagerness as he neatly tore through the wrapping.

"Oh! It's beautiful!" He held up an embroidery hoop with a floral design stitched in. "Are these daffodils and sunflowers? Those are my favorites!"

"I- I wasn't sure what to make you. So I thought that I would try to make something that you could hang."

"You embroidered this yourself? It's beautiful! You'll have to teach me! And I'd love to teach you how to knit."

"That would be great." Harvest smiled and wiped a tear from his eye.

All eyes turned to Eclipse, who glared and shrunk back. "What?!"

Kill Code held out a small, flat present to him. "I̡t͢ i̧s ͟yo͠u̧r tųr̀n,̧ ̷śo̶n."

Eclipse froze momentarily. "What? You all actually felt pity for me? I don't need that."

"Just shut up and open the present. Someone put a lot of time and effort into it." Moon rolled his eyes.

Eclipse grumbled and tore open the present, a clumsily-folded paper fluttered out and landed on his lap. When he unfolded it and held it up, he froze.

"It's...a picture?"

"Bad Sun Man is still family, even when he's bad." Bloody rolled off of Kill Code's lap and padded over to Eclipse on all fours. "Does....does he like it?" He timidly rested his head on Eclipse's knee.

Eclipse didn't say anything for a long moment, just staring at the crude drawing. "...It isn't bad."

Bloody's tail swung behind him and he giggled as he nuzzled his face against his knee. "Likes it!"

"Gah, get off me! I don't need you drooling on me, mutt!"

Bloody stopped and went back to resting his chin on his knee, still smiling. "Likes it. Family."

Eclispe was silent. "...Whatever." He poked Bloody's forehead. "Just...don't get any ideas. I'm not soft! I still hate you all!"

"Mhm...." Moon shook his head.

"So! How was that?" Sun cleared his throat as he tried to bring everyone's attention away from the awkward situation.

"That was fun! Can we watch a movie now?"

"Anyone against that?"

"Elf!" "Home Alone!" "What about Christmas Story?" "What about all of them?" "We can't watch all of them!" "Sure we can, just gotta pace ourselves." "I'll get the snacks!" "Lunar, not all-" "Snacks! Skittles!"

Eclipse watched as everyone around him seemed to all meld together and get along, as though they'd known each other all their lives.

What was he doing here? Why did he show up, just to sit here awkwardly while everyone wen about their happy lives?

"Ec͘l͟ipse͟?"

He glared up at Kill Code. "What?"

"Wou̕l͟d̀ ҉y͜ou̶ li̴ke an͟y̴ ̛ḩot ch̕oco̷l҉a̵t̸é with your͠ ̵popc̵or͢n?͡ ̷Óŗ w͢oưl͜d̨ y͝ou rather͜ ̀h̢av͞ȩ ҉e͡gg̢no̕g͢? M̧o̸o͘n ̷w̢ants̵ ̨t͞o ͏ma̛k̀e s̀ure͞ ͡e͠v͢e͏ry͡o̷ǹe ͘get͘s̕ ̢s͜o̵me̕thinģ."

"...Why are you doing this?"

"D͜oing̶ w҉h̨a̕t̀?̷"

"All of this. I...I came here, almost uninvited, and everyone hates me so much. And then you're sitting here acting like I didn't do anything, and that mutt is trying to give me a drawing, if you could even call it that! I just don't understand! Hate me!"

The taller animatronic smiled and shook his head. "Ǹo̶.̷ I̵ ́w͡il̴l ̛n͜ot. And̢ ҉I͜ d̕o ͏nơt͘. ̶A҉nd I͜ ̧k͟n͜oẁ ͏t͏ha͡t̢ ̸yo̧u do ́not́ re̸a̶lly̶ f̀ee͡l th͝at͏ w̧a̛y àb͞o҉u̕t͝ t̶h͡e p͠ict̨u̡r͡e, a̕n̸d th͝at͞ ̡is̕ alr̕įght̴.͠ Ýo̸u̢ ̀are̶ a̡llowe̡d t̛o͏ ͞h͘ave ̡co͏nfli͡c̷t̢ing͞ ͘em̢oti͏ơns̨ a͜n̵d t̷o͟ ̶feel̶ a͢l͡o̧n͜ȩ. B̕ut ҉yo͡u͟ ͏a͠r̕e ͏n͝ot͝ ͞alo̶n̢e. A̷n͜d ̀I̸ ҉do ̡n͞o͟t ̵h͢at͞e̢ you.͠ ̴The ̧ơthérs̕ ̛wo̶ul̷d not ̢h͘a͢ve a̵llowęd͜ yo͘u͏ ̨t͢o̢ c͠o̸me̕ if ̨they b͡e̵li̷e̛v͢ed͜ ̨t̡h̨ąt҉ y̷ou̷ ҉were͞...҉e͝ntir͝èl͞y̛ ̵h̴a̢te̸d͜."

"Hah. 'Entirely', huh? So they still do?"

Kill Code sighed and shook his head. "Ec̶l͢i̸ps̵e. ͜Ál̸l̷ow͜ ̸us ͘to sho̧w͏ ̀you͝ ͝s̨o͜m͘e ̴m͡o̶di̢c̷ùm̵ of͝ ͡ca͏re.͟ ̛I k͢n҉ơw ̴y̡our ̶p͡ai͏n͜,̨ a̶nd ̴I̡ ͘se͏e yòuŕ h̀u̕ŕt.̛ ́Foŗ o҉n͡ę d̨a҉y, on͡e ̡m͜oment, ͜al͝low ̡me ̕tǫ h́old ̵ýo҉u an͢d ̵so͟o̷th҉e ̨som̛e of̵ ̧th͝e͘ ̛p͏àìn ҉t̀hat you͏ ̢f͢éęl͡.̕ Y̶o̕u ͡ar̶e n̵o͝t alon̶é, ͞n͡o͟ ̕ḿa͜tter ̴how ̸muc͡h̛ y͞o̵u҉ tr̕y ̢t̨o̸ sep̵arate̸ ͝yo̧urse̡l̸f ̢f̛ŗo̴m̕ yo̡ur͞ ҉pást͞."

He didn't say anything. He just glared down at the drawing that he held in shaking hands, his vision blurring just slightly as wetness gathered at the corners of his eyes.

"....Eggnog."

"H̕m?"

"I want eggnog, ok? God."

".̵..̵Tḩank̡ ̡y͡ou,̢ ̸E͘cĺip̧se."

"Whatever. Let's get this over with so you'll leave me alone."

Kill Code just smiled and picked him up again, holding him in one arm as he settled back into the chair he'd been in before. "Mo͟o͏n͜. He ̢wan̵ts̀ eg̕g͘n̷o̷g.͠"

"Thanks!"

Eclipse watched as everyone around him just seemed to all know how to be with each other. They all spoke so easily. For once, he didn't know what to say or do.

But being held like this, he couldn't help but feel himself relax some. He had no idea what to do, he had no idea what he was to them all.

But for one moment. For one day. He was one of them.

And he loved hated that.

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munsonsduchess · 1 year

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Merry Christmas Everyone

summary: it's christmas 1988 in hawkins and you and eddie have the best family around w/c: 2,196 warnings: nothing but a little fluff a/n: i just really love the idea of found family and of eddie being adopted into the 'family' at large and everyone just being there for one and other (also yeah I went to see violent night and David Harbour as Santa well. I have thoughts)

if you like this fic why not reblog it so others can read and enjoy it as well?

this is part eight of the god and goddess of hellfire, the rest can be found in my masterlist

(moodboard by me)

It's the coldest day of the year so far when Wayne calls up and asks if you and Rose will help him with this Christmas shopping. His shifts at the plant have been erratic as of late and he hasn't really had the time to get out much and he could really use your help. Of course you agreed instantly and so, bundling Rose up in her little snowsuit that made her look more like a starfish than a one and a half year old you waited for Wayne to come by in his truck.

The mall was as busy as you'd ever seen it when you arrived, Wayne almost looked like he was having second thoughts but you'd quickly talked him into getting out of the truck,

"We'll make it super quick and then you can come back to the house for coffee. Eddie'll be home by then and I know Miss Rosie would love to spend some time with her grandpa"

Rose cooed happily as you handed her off to Wayne, you knew he had a soft spot for your daughter and especially so when you called him her grandpa,

"Well if it's for Rose" he grinned down at the little girl who scrunched her nose up and continued to spit bubbles, "alright, I survived Vietnam so how bad can it be really?"

You didn't need to answer as the second you both entered the double doors you were hit with an onslaught of bodies and excessive corporate cheer. Nevertheless you moved with as much purpose as you could hitting up all the stores you thought Wayne might want to get gifts from, you didn't want to be there longer than necessary when it was so busy.

Along the way you'd spotted the Mall Santa and the line of kids waiting to see him. Rose had really only been six months old last christmas and you hadn't even thought of bringing her to see Santa when she was so little but this year could be different.

You ran the idea past Wayne since it had been his idea to come shopping, if he didn't want to stay for too long today then you could come another time, or wait another year until Rose was two. She wouldn't really know the difference after all, even if it would be something to hold onto when she was older. Her first visit to Santa with Mommy and Grandpa Wayne,

"I think it's a good idea. I don't mind waiting much and I figure I've got everything I need now anyhow" Wayne had said, he held up his few little bags with a smile, "I reckon we've got time"

"You hear that Rose? You're gonna meet Santa!" Rose responded with about as much enthusiasm as you expected from a one and a half year old which, well it was better than nothing.

You and Wayne spent your time in the queue chatting and catching up, it was hard for him to be around all the time and he was considering retiring soon. Your parents had come home for the holidays and had been talking to him about how much they enjoyed their retirement and it wasn't like he was getting any younger, in his own words, so retirement might not be the worst thing out there.

When it was finally your turn you'd taken Rose's snowsuit off and handed it to Wayne while you took Rose to sit on Santa's lap, you had no idea who'd been volunteered to do it this year but Rose took one look at the man and began screaming her little head off, red in the face, bawling, she did not want to go anywhere near santa. All you could do is apologise, grab her snowsuit and leave.

Oddly enough once you were back outside in the truck the tears and the screaming stopped and Rose settled herself into the carseat before promptly falling asleep,

"Now what do you think that was all about?" you asked Wayne when you'd gotten back on the road,

"Beats me" he'd shrugged, "alls i know is she did not like that fella one bit"

You took Rose home and let her nap a little while longer until Eddie came home and you relayed the story to him,

"Maybe she was scared? Of like his beard or something?" he'd said, "or there were too many people?"

"Yeah maybe"

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Later that evening everyone had convened around at Steve's place for a little Christmas Party, since his folks had split up and neither one of them wanted the house in Hawkins, it had just gone to Steve who now mostly just kept the house as somewhere for friends and family. There was rarely a day the house was empty. The kids were usually over after school or on the weekends badgering Steve to take them somewhere, with Hellfire banned from the high school after spring break from hell Steve's place had become the go to spot for game nights now as well. Eddie didn't DM as much but he was more than happy to let Will be in charge and had sort of taken the younger Byers under his wing in terms of DMing. In a lot of ways being together with everyone felt a lot like belonging, something both you and Eddie had wanted so desperately in your younger years.

You were talking with Steve about what had happened while Eddie chased Dustin and Mike around the house yelling at them about something 'sacrilegious' and Steve screwed his face up in thought,

"I know Hop did Santa a few years ago in the community centre for the kids, you should ask him if he's ever had anything like that happen" he said, "maybe he could tell you what happened"

"That's not a bad idea. I spoke to my mom about it on the phone earlier and she said Rose was maybe just making strange, babies do it and it's completely random"

"Yeah maybe - HEY! What did I say about breaking shit?" Steve left your conversation as your overly excitable labrador of a husband and the teens he had been chasing around the house almost caused some of Steve's carefully hung pictures to fall from their spot on the wall. So you instead sought ought the other girls who had hidden away in the kitchen, Nancy had seemingly set up a little manicure station and had already done Max and Erica and was now patiently wiping her brush on the bottle while she painted El's nails a deep blue,

"If I'd known the real party was in here I would have ditched the zoo sooner" you laughed, Robin handed you a beer from the fridge and you thanked her, "remind me again who the actual teenagers are?"

"I don't think Eddie counts, he's more like an overly excitable puppy" Robin said, "he kind of looks like a cocker spaniel don't you think?"

"It's the hair" you agreed, "he only lets me cut his bangs for him when he literally starts pinning them up so he can see anything"

"Oh hey Nance when you have a second let me pick your brain, you've got a kid sister and Rose was not happy at the mall today so I wonder if Holly did anything like that when she was a baby"

You spent the rest of the evening chatting with the girls and eventually letting Max practise painting your nails, she was still getting used to anything that required fine motor skills but her physical therapist said she was making great progress. Nancy told you that no Holly had been overjoyed to see Santa in the mall when she was a baby, still is to this day although she only has a few more years of believing in Santa really.

After the party wrapped up you and Nancy split the kids up between your cars to ferry off home. Wishing all the parents Merry Christmas when they came out to see who had taken their child home, it wouldn't be long now until some of them started getting their learners permit and that was a terrifying thought really, especially since Eddie had promised to teach Dustin how to drive. Dustin behind the wheel of a car was a mildly terrifying thought for some reason.

»»————-　✼　————-««

A couple days after the party at Steve's you'd been talking to your mom again and she'd suggested talking to Joyce and Hopper about his stint as Santa in the community centre, according to Joyce the kids had just loved him especially since Steve had been there as his helper elf something you did not know about but fully intended to use to tease the crap out of Steve.

"Why don't you and Rose and Eddie come over on Christmas Eve? We'll invite everyone around and have a little get together before the big day" Joyce had said, "with Nancy and Jon going back to college after the holidays it'll be nice to have everyone together you know?"

"That sounds great Joyce we'd love to come"

It still caught you even after two years how welcoming everyone had been of you and Eddie, how they'd folded you both into the family and made you feel loved and accepted. Something neither of you had ever felt from Hawkins at large, your little group of weirdos in school, your parents and Eddie's Uncle Wayne were the only ones who ever really accepted you both and now to be part of something so wonderful like this made you stop sometimes and think about just how lucky you both were.

Which is where you found yourself on Christmas Eve, sitting on the couch in Joyce's while she and your Mom fussed over Rose and your Dad talked to Eddie about his tattooing, he'd come a long way and they were letting him tattoo people now, to the point that he was getting repeat customers and you were both making more than enough money to support yourselves and Rose without needing to dip into your government hush money except for emergencies.

You were so wrapped up in the domesticity of it all that you didn't notice both Hopper and Steve were missing until Joyce called out to everyone that it was 'time' and to gather around the armchair in the den. You and Eddie had exchanged confused looks but followed the crowd, only to see Hopper dressed as Santa sat in the armchair and a mildly embarrassed Steve stood next to him a rendition of an elf outfit complete with little bells,

"We thought we'd bring Santa to you" your mom explained at your confused look, "when you told me about Rose being scared in the mall and Joyce reminded me that Jim had been Santa once for the kiddos we thought we'd do it this way"

"Mom? What?" you were so blown away, they'd all come together to do this for you. For no other reason than kindness,

"So where is the little lady?" Hop, Santa, asked in a lower register of voice. Joyce handed you back Rose and pushed you and Eddie forward, "ah there she is"

You didn't know what to do but Rose, apparently recognising Hopper, made little grabby hands at him and you set her down on his lap, she didn't cry or scream or make a fuss at all just giggled whenever Steve moved closer and his outfit jingled.

Hop went through the whole charade, asking her if she'd been good this year, did she listen to Mommy and Daddy, what did she want for Christmas. Never once did anyone speak up or make a comment about how strange it was that all this was happening in the den of the Byers Hopper house and not somewhere else.

When Santa had apparently gotten the answers he wanted he told his 'elf' to bring both you and Eddie in so you could get your photograph taken. Sure enough there was Jonathan with his camera and a little toy to grab Rose's attention. Once all was said and done and you'd taken Rose back, Jonathan went off to develop the pictures in his dark room and Steve seemed to sag with relief,

"I only did this because Wayne said you were bummed that Rose didn't like the Santa at the mall, not a word about this outfit ever"

Eddie was just as stunned as you were apparently because he just nodded mutely and Steve walked off to get changed again. Even Hop seemed to be done with the whole thing and grumbled his way off into the kitchen about the things he gets talked into for family.

You couldn't quite believe this was really happening. It seemed that Joyce had picked up on everything and came over with a smile pulling both you and Eddie into a hug,

"Merry Christmas kids"

You and Eddie smiled at each other. You'd really struck gold here, this was without a doubt the best Christmas either of you had ever experienced and you were both so glad to be raising your daughter in such a loving family.

It really was a Merry Christmas.

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pearblossommina · 1 year

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you don't see stars in the day sky (wait till night)

MERRY CHRISTMAS, @nova-stardragon

Please enjoy the second part of your fic for the ACOTAR Secret Santa 2022 gift exchange! @acotargiftexchange

Rating: Explicit (smut)

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Ch 2: The first Solstice and the first snowball fight

Cassian

It was that time of year. The days were getting shorter and snow had come to Velaris, blanketing the city in a silvery white. It was every bit as peaceful and serene as any Solstice before - and the citizens had put in their usual effort to fill the city with seasonal decorations. It was almost as though life had returned to normal.

It hadn’t. Not for Cassian.

They still had heard no word from Rhys. But in the months that he had been gone, life had settled into a new rhythm.

Since Solstice was approaching, Cassian was doing his best to behave extra cheerful. He knew it was what they all needed. He had spent the past year watching his friends suffering, grieving. Azriel had it the worst. He would drift in and out of dour moods, spending days at a time just hiding in his room. Cassian was the only one who could coax him out to share a meal or spend some time in the sparring arena. Even Mor had been unusually sad and distant - but she still treated Cas the same way she always did, for the most part. Flirting with him shamelessly, sitting next to him whenever she got the chance, or curling up with him in the evenings, her feet in his lap, letting him massage and stroke their soft undersoles. But she never let it go any farther than that.

He actually hadn’t been with anyone since Rhys had gone. He was suffering a bit of a dry spell. Not that that was abnormal for Cassian. His love life was made up of a series of passionate, short-lived engagements - and he never stayed with any one lover for very long. But it would have been nice - he supposed - if Mor had wanted him for something other than a foot massage.

Even Amren was starting to look like a promising prospect. But she was so scary and aloof that he didn’t think he would ever be able to seduce her.

Speaking of scary and aloof…

Cassian wanted to find Azriel the perfect gift for Solstice.

That morning, he had been in and out of dozens of shops in the market sector to no avail. Azriel had all the weaponry he could ever want. There were a hundred daggers, gifts, and ones he bought for himself, stowed and stashed in every corner of the House of Wind. Even if it was a safe bet, it seemed too obvious. Cassian wanted to make sure this year was different. He wanted to see Azriel smile.

“Shopping for someone special?” A lesser fae woman with horns called to him from a nearby street stand, glittering with jewels and silver. Cassian wandered over to her, admiring all of the precious stones and gems and intricate pieces lined up across her table for display.

“They’re lovely,” he told her, “But I don’t think you have the right gift for my friend.”

“A friend,” she drawled, pursing her lips. She bent down and began to rustle through a locked cupboard beneath the table. “Aha! A locket like this will turn a friend into a lover,” she winked at him, pressing a silver locket into his hand.

Cassian smirked, wondering how she had picked up on his quiet ruminations about his empty love life. “Thank you,” he said. “But it isn’t a woman I’m shopping for.”

Her eyebrows raised. “No? Well, that’s alright. I’m sure any man would appreciate being showered in luxury with something like this. I sell to all sorts of people, you know.”

Cassian spluttered, trying to hand her back the locket. “That’s not what I meant - ”

“No matter,” she said, patting him on the back of the hand. “We can find you something else, if you’d rather not entrance your friend with a heart-capturing locket.”

He laughed, unable to help himself, apologizing when he saw the woman’s face fall. “Sorry. How can you promise something like that, anyway?”

“It’s Solstice magic,” she insisted. “Believe me. I’ve seen it at work.”

“Not for my friend,” said Cassian, a dizzying swoop going through his stomach at the very idea. “But I appreciate your help.”

He almost turned to go, when he heard her voice ring out again. “Is your friend the sort who would rather have something useful than something pretty?”

Cassian shrugged. “He’s a little hard to shop for,” he said. “Usually, I buy him a weapon and call it done.”

She tutted at him. “That won’t do, will it? No - we must find something that will really take his breath away.”

He smiled at her. Maybe this mysterious woman really did have something in her cupboard of trinkets that Azriel would like. He stopped in his tracks.

“Alright,” he said. “If you can help me find something, I’ll pay you generously for it.”

Her eyes brightened at the challenge, and she smiled at him warmly. “How long have you known this fae?”

“All my life,” said Cas.

She leaned against a black clothed table behind her. “So. He likes to collect weapons, does he? Would you say he has a propensity for violence?”

“Not exactly,” said Cas, amused. “He can be very protective, though.”

“I know the kind,” she said. “Is he the sentimental sort?”

Cassian quirked an eyebrow at her. “Yes,” he said. “I would say he is.”

The woman nodded. “Sentimental, protective, and a life-long friend. Would you say he’s more of a warrior, or a poet?”

“A poet,” said Cassian at once. “Though I’ve seen him fight bravely, so that’s not exactly right, either."

“He sounds complicated.”

“He is,” Cassian agreed. “He’s quiet and reserved, and slow to trust others. I’ve known him long enough that I’m lucky to see him from a different side, and we’re as close as brothers. He has a lot of nuance to him. Once you get to know him, he can be so open. When we first met - I - ”

The woman grinned at him, cutting him off. “Are you sure you don’t want me to box up the locket?”

Cassian blushed. “That isn’t what he wants.”

She sighed, and waved him on. “Well, what do you think he would buy for you?”

Cassian shrugged. “I don’t know. I never know how to tell him what I want.” She rustled under her table again. Cassian leaned over, watching her work. “For me, Solstice is all about spending time together. If I could have anything, it would be that. The gift of his time.”

She pulled out a few more trinkets from the depths of the cupboard, placing them one by one on the table surface. “A lot of us want that,” she said, rising from below to lean across the table and peer at him. “But time is intangible. And a Solstice gift is meant to be symbolic. It isn’t about spending the most money to bring home the fanciest prize.”

“True,” he said. “This last year has been hard - for all of us - but especially for him. Velaris is a fine place to live, but he hates being trapped behind these wards. When our High Lord returns, I know he’ll lay aside his anger and serve him, but if you asked him about it today, he would say that he’s out for revenge.”

The woman nodded. “When our High Lord returns,” she said wistfully, placing a hand on her heart, a gesture of mourning.

Cassian cleared his throat.

It was a common belief in Velaris that they had been forsaken. That they no longer had a High Lord, and the Cauldron had not seen fit to grant them a new one. Long ago, Rhys had elected Amren as his second and Morrigan as his third. But there were some citizens who didn’t want a woman as a leader, even a terrifying one like Amren. For some, any mention of the High Lord had taken on an almost religious undertone. As though Rhys had been lost to an untimely demise, and only those with conviction believed that he would return one day, like some kind of god granting salvation to the true believers.

It was creepy and uncomfortable, and Cassian never knew what to say when he encountered someone like this in the street. Azriel was much better at telling them off.

“Death is final and no one returns,” He would say. “If he is dead, you’ll be better off showing your respect to the acting High Lady.”

“He’s not dead,” Cassian would insist, while Azriel just rolled his eyes.

“It doesn’t matter. He’s not here.”

He guessed that was the root of it. Rhys was not here. And there was no telling when he would be back. Cassian, for his part, still believed that it would be any day now, but he hadn’t yet sided with the heretics. He didn’t keep an alter for Rhys, and he certainly didn’t worship him. But he did, sometimes, still sleep in his bed, taking comfort in being surrounded by the sights and smells of his personal belongings. The scent of Rhys was growing fainter day by day, replaced by his own scent, and Azriel’s, too. Cassian found the combination alluring, but he missed Rhys more than anything, and hoped he would be home soon.

He fished in his pocket, handing the woman all of the gold coins he had. “I’ll have the locket,” he said, just to get away from her.

***

Azriel

As far as Solstice went, it was a pretty somber affair. Only Cassian had any real enthusiasm, and he kind of brought the whole Inner Circle together. Azriel might have let the holiday come and go, unobserved, if it weren’t for Cassian’s gleeful, boyish charm.

It was their first Solstice without Rhysand. Part of him didn’t want to celebrate, but he knew Cassian was right. This time of year was about being thankful for what you have, remembering those you have lost, and maintaining hope that the future will be bright.

There was lots to be thankful for. He still had Cas, and he still had Mor. Amren had not drained all the citizens of Velaris of their lifeforce - and she was a pretty capable ruler, even if Azriel found her undeniably unsettling. She called on him as Spymaster from time to time. There was never much to report, since all he had were the shadows at his feet, and the realm outside the wards was inaccessible to them. But it was nice to feel needed.

He wasn’t interested in buying any Solstice gifts for Amren, placating her with expensive jewelry the way Rhysand always did. But he wanted to give her something, so he had gone to the butcher’s market and acquired several flasks of fresh pig’s blood that he knew she would appreciate.

He poured the rest of his energy into making something festive for the others. After centuries, it was hard to shop for people, but it was always a safe bet to give them something consumable.

For Mor, he prepared a decadent breakfast on Solstice Eve, and set in front of her bedroom magically enchanted to still be piping hot when she woke up to find it. For Cas, he knew he needed to go all out, so he made sure their Solstice feast would be filled with all the foods he liked. Soup filled dumplings, roasted hen, pork tenderloin, seasoned rice and vegetables… Plus some traditional fare, solstice pudding and a plaited loaf of bread. And to top it off, he brought out a barrel aged cask of his favorite whiskey.

Lastly, he visited the sommelier to buy a bottle of rare and expensive wine for Rhys.

Not that he was expecting him to magically turn up to enjoy it with them - he just wanted to honor his place in their gift exchange tradition, if nothing else. He wrapped it up and scribbled Rhysand on the tag in his flawless penmanship, setting it beside a small gift he had also laid out for Cas.

***

The morning of Solstice, they sat in the living room, everyone in varying states of hung-over as they prepared for the exchange of their gifts. Mor and Amren had gifts for one another, and he and Cas gave each other something, too.

“I know it’s not much,” Az said, when Cassian opened the box bearing an enchanted thermos. “It’s supposed to keep your drinks completely hot for hours.”

Cassian’s eyes softened, and he lifted it to shake around the contents. “Aw, you shouldn’t have. Is there something inside?”

“Yes,” said Az. “A tea infused with jasmine and citrus. It’s going to wake you up, but the flavor should be more smooth than your traditional blend.”

“Thank you,” said Cas, and he unscrewed the top to have a sip of the contents. “Mmm,” he moaned, swallowing a mouthful.

“I’m glad you like it. I had a hard time shopping for you,” Az admitted. “A lady in a street booth had me half convinced to buy you a simple silver locket.”

Cassian spat out his tea.

Mor was sitting right in his path, and she squealed when she was splashed by the warm liquid, standing up to magically spell the front of her gown clean and dry. “What the fuck, Cas!”

Cassian coughed and pounded on his chest with a fist. Mor rolled her eyes and sat down again, turning pointedly away from the boys, going back to chatting merrily with Amren and ignoring them.

“You alright?” said Az, eyeing him carefully.

“I’m fine,” said Cas, hastily taking another sip, trying to cover his mistake.

“If you don’t like the taste, you can pour it out. I’ve got something else for you to drink, though I’d rather you save it for tonight.”

“No - ” he protested, screwing the lid back on. “It’s really good, Az. I love it.”

Azriel pulled his own gift out, untying the ribbon twined around it. “Wonder what this could be,” he teased, knowing that Cassian seldom broke from tradition, and in all likelihood he was about to unwrap his one millionth dagger.

His eyes went wide when he pulled open the box to reveal the same stupid locket he had thought about buying himself.

“Oh, before you judge me….” Cassian spluttered, “Just open the hatch.”

Azriel slid his fingers along the mechanism, pressing down lightly until the the locket fell open. Inside were several ruby red shards of a crystal, the broken edge sharp and jagged, like the edge of a knife.

Azriel looked up at him, his mouth falling open.

“I know it’s stupid,” he said, rubbing a hand through the hair on the back of his head. “But I wanted you to have it. It’s not functional but… since I have yours… I felt like you should hold onto mine. Because I’ll never forget what you did for me. You have no idea how much it meant.”

“Cas,” he smiled. “You cheesy bastard.”

“Woah,” said Mor, leaning over Azriel’s shoulder to look at the locket in its box. “Romantic, Cas. How come you didn’t get one for me?”

“Mor,” he laughed, pushing her away. “What could you possibly want with a broken siphon?”

“I just want to know you’re thinking about me,” she said, sighing theatrically. “Guess I can’t compete with Az, though. What is this, some kind of Illyrian courtship ritual I’m unfamiliar with?”

Both Azriel and Cassian began to argue with her, raising their voices until Amren slammed her open palm hard against the table and looked at them all with dangerous, slowly swirling eyes. “Enough of this childishness.”

“Yeah,” said Mor, grinning from ear to ear. “Just kiss, already.”

Once again their voices rang out in conjunction with one another, earning another searing look from Amren,

“Come on,” said Cas, grabbing Azriel by the hand. “We’ve got a date with a snowball fight, anyway.”

Azriel went with him readily, a thrill going through his spine at the feel of that hand in his. Once they stepped out onto the townhouse’s front porch, they winnowed to a vast, snow-covered grassy expanse by the Sidra.

“Oh,” said Az, as Cassian dropped into a squat and started forming snowballs. “You’re serious? You want to have a snowball fight?"

“Come on, we have to. It’s tradition.”

Azriel stepped forward, putting a hand on Cassian’s shoulder. “We can’t do this without Rhys.”

Cassian went stiff under the weight of his hand. He stopped forming snowballs and stood up again to his full height, his hands going to his hips. “That sounds like something someone who’s about to lose would say.”

Azriel laughed. He couldn’t help it. “Alright,” he said, stooping down and touching the snow at his feet. It was the perfect packing texture. He scooped up a handful, pressed it into the form of a ball, and tossed it into the air, testing its weight. “You really want to do this?”

“I said - ” Cassian growled, dropping into a familiar stance. “It’s tradition.”

“Just making sure you really want it,” said Az, grinning as he returned to the task of forming snowballs. “Because I’m going to completely fucking dominate you.”

Cas quirked an eyebrow at him flirtatiously. “Is that a promise?”

Az rolled his eyes. “You wish,” he muttered, and hurled a snowball directly at Cassian’s face.

***

Cassian

Azriel really came alive during the snowball fight.

It was the first time he had seen him this happy in months. Cassian gave it his all - he really did - but Azriel must have been primed for this victory, and, as he had promised he would, he totally fucking dominated Cassian.

They’d pretty much desolated the little glade by the river after a few hours - hardly a scrap of snow left after their battle - just mud, and dirt, and boot stomped grass beneath. Both of them were panting hard. Cassian took aim with his final snowball, and Azriel shot it out of the air with a well timed one of his own, obliterating it into frosty pieces that splashed into the river’s bank and stuck in the mud at their feet.

Cassian was just about to throw his arms up in surrender, but Azriel wasn’t finished with him. He lunged forward with a snowball in each hand, tackling Cassian against the earth, pinning him with both his knees on either side of his hips. At this close range, he splattered one of those remaining snowballs fiercely against Cassian’s face, and he groaned, gritting his teeth at the impact.

“Ready to admit defeat?” Azriel panted, his other hand still wielding the next snowball, holding it in threat above Cassian’s head.

“You win,” Cas groaned, trying to guard himself against the coming blow. “Please - Let me up!”

“Not yet,” said Az, and he brought his hand down, but instead of a snowball to the face, Cassian felt him cram the whole thing inside of the neck of his shirt, twisting the ice and snow until he yelped and cried out from feeling the bitter cold of it against his skin.

“Ow!”

Azriel’s satisfied smirk was a thing of beauty. His hair was dark and windswept, bits of ice and snow clinging to the strands, dripping as he sat astride Cassian. He was the champion of this year’s Solstice Snowball Fight, and he looked as handsome as Cassian had ever remembered seeing him, even covered in bits of mud and dripping wet as he was.

“Now will you let me up?” said Cas.

“Just admiring the view.” said Az, leaning his weight against Cassian harder. “I wonder if you went easy on me. Did you just want me to pin you down like this?”

“No, Az,” he blushed. He could tell it was a tease, that Azriel was just running high on the adrenaline from the fight. But something deep inside of Cassian burned as he stared up at him, and if he were being honest, he was rather enjoying being in this compromising position, already delving into wild fantasies and picturing himself licking the mud off Azriel’s boots. “You won fair and square.”

“Sweet victory.” He was still smiling when he leaned down to bring their lips together.

It was an entirely unexpected kiss - the feel of his lips, chapped, and cold from the snow. Maybe he expected Cassian to squirm away, but instead, he met the kiss with bold enthusiasm, opening his mouth to Azriel and sliding his hands into his hair, pulling him closer.

Azriel kept pace with him, moaning enthusiastically, his scarred hands moving readily to Cassian’s hips, working their way underneath his shirt and jacket. He could feel how strong and passionate Azriel was, how eagerly his hands moved against his skin. The sensation of his frigid, ice cold fingertips against Cassian’s searing hot skin was a new thrill that he wanted to burn into the forefront of his memory.

Cassian broke the kiss, pulling back even though his body was screaming at him to continue. “Azriel,” he said. “Maybe we should cool off,”

“Cool off?” Azriel breathed, trailing those fingers against Cassian’s chest again. “You’re so fucking hot, Cas.”

Cas groaned. “I’m all for letting you have your little victory lap, but it’s cold and I’m covered in mud, and we’re out here in the open, where anyone might see us.”

“Hmm,” Azriel sat back again, staring down at Cassian. His lips were kiss swollen, glistening pink and inviting. “I guess we could go get cleaned up. It is tradition, after all.”

Cassian shut his eyes as a hot flush settled over his cheeks, and he felt himself go red to the tips of his ears. They couldn’t get to the Cabin with the wards up. That was one tradition that would have to wait for the next time they saw Rhysand.

“Sauna,” Cassian muttered, lost to the image of the two of them, sweaty and naked at that private retreat. “We’ll have to - ”

“We’ll have to improvise.”

***

They winnowed back to the townhouse, and Mor and Amren were still sitting on the living room sofa, comfy and casual looking with flushed cheeks that might have warned they were both on the other side of sober.

“Who won?” asked Mor in an overly excited tone.

Cassian didn’t trust himself to speak, his brain still filled with lust-filled thoughts of Azriel. He glanced over at him, expecting him to announce his victory with all the aplomb that it deserved.

Azriel just shrugged.

“What, was it a tie?” Her eyes moved from one to the other, narrowing at the way they dripped sludge and mud on the carpet in the entryway. “Ugh. Gross. Why don’t you both go get cleaned up.”

Azriel raced for the stairs, and Cassian followed close behind, tugging his shirt up over his head as they made their way to the large bathing room that usually belonged to their brother.

Cas would have given anything for another hour of privacy from the girls, but he would have to make do with an exceptionally long bath time.

He slammed the door and turned on the faucet at the tub, letting it run full blast. Azriel shimmied out of his clothing, sporting an impressive bulge in his undergarments, and Cassian could barely keep his eyes off.

“Is this alright?” He asked, quickly getting himself undressed, too.

Azriel smiled at him roguishly. “I’ve seen it before, Cas.”

“I know,” he said, blushing. “It’s a little different this way, though.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know. Hard,” he moved his hand along the outside of his underwear, describing the shape of his erection for Az with his fingers.

“I really got you all riled up, didn’t I?”

Cassian blinked, taking his hand away. “I can try to make it go down if - if you just want to get cleaned up.”

Azriel just stared at him, hazel eyes roving all across Cassian’s form. “How?”

“Hmm?”

“How will you make it go down?”

“Oh - I don’t know. Douse myself in cold water. Or think about something unsexy and boring. I can’t make any promises, but, I’ll give it a try if you want.”

Azriel stepped closer to him. “Wouldn’t you rather do something else?”

Cassian swallowed. “Like what?”

“Oh - I don’t know.” Azriel mimicked his tone, running one hand over Cassian’s chest. “We could sit in the bath. I could watch you stroke yourself. Or you could let me handle it for you.”

Cassian felt like his body was a live-wire. It took him a minute to find his voice, and he settled his hand on top of Azriel’s, holding it steady above his pounding heart. “Would… would you really want that?”

“Yes, Cas.” His eyes flicked up to meet his. “Of course that’s what I want.”

Cassian nodded slowly, trying to let his brain catch up to his body. This was more than he ever expected - more than he ever hoped, he looked at Azriel, who was sporting what looked like half a chub himself. “Can I touch you, too?”

“Hmm,” Azriel let go, stepping out of his underwear before clambering into the bathing tub one leg at a time. “Maybe. We’ll see. Who was it that won the snowball fight, again?”

Cassian stared at him, awe struck. “Y-you did.”

“That means I’m calling the shots.”

“Oh,” Cassian felt entirely flustered. “So. Should I…”

“Get in the tub, Cas.”

His voice was steady. His tone, lowered into an intense, commanding register that set Cassian’s blood on fire. He wanted to do everything Azriel said. He would have given him anything in that moment, but all Azriel wanted was for him to get into the tub. So Cassian stepped out of his underwear, the last barrier between them falling away. He was impossibly hard - his cock bobbing as it sprang forth from the fabric, already flushed and leaking a bead of precome from the tip.

It wasn’t lost on him that Azriel’s eyes went directly to his cock, and he had this look of blatant desire written on his face. Cassian marveled at the way his pupils dilated as he waited for him to climb into the tub.

He slung one leg over, sliding in front of Azriel. The bathtub was generously sized, but its water level nearly overflowed when Cassian brought his other leg in and settled down into it. He quickly reached around Azriel to turn off the tap.

When he started to draw back, Azriel took hold of Cassian by the wrist, pulling his arm forward to plant a kiss on the inside surface. Despite the warmth of the surrounding water, a shiver went through Cassian at the brush of those lips, and he was swept into a vivid memory of their snow depleted field, of Azriel’s chapped lips and icy fingers, the way they had come together like a miracle of Solstice.

“Lay back,” Azriel said, letting go of his arm. Cassian gripped both sides of the tub with all his strength, slouching down so that the water came up over his chest and shoulders, and let his neck rest against the far edge. He tried not to move as he watched Azriel creep closer to him in the hot water.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“I’m going to get you off,” said Az matter-of-factly, “Then, we’re going to clean up, and you’re going to go downstairs and help ready my dinner. How does that sound?”

“Good,” Cas babbled, clenching the rim of the bath tightly with both of his fists to keep himself from shaking as Azriel reached beneath the water to slip a hand firmly around his cock. He started slowly, more of an exploration than anything, and Cas tried not to squirm as he enjoyed the sensation of Azriel’s fingers, slowly working him. Then, with his other hand, he grabbed for the back of Cassian’s head, pulling him forward to kiss him fiercely. He fucked his tongue in Cassian’s mouth while his hand found its rhythm, starting to increase the pace and vary his grip. Soon, Cassian was moaning, desperate for relief.

Az was an intuitive lover, knowing exactly what Cassian needed. He urged him toward his orgasm with that deft hand, all the while controlling their kiss, and Cassian just let himself get lost in it, forgetting all about the girls downstairs. By the time Az had Cassian thrashing, his balls tight and his cock aching, he exploded into the water, coming harder than he ever had from a hand. Az let out a responsive moan that threatened to shatter his restraint.

Azriel broke the kiss at last, touching his forehead to Cassian’s, huddled up against him as they both panted, coming down from the excitement.

He wanted so badly to touch him. It was everything he could do to keep his hands to himself. Azriel was calling the shots, and Cassian could be patient.

He gave him a pleading look, but Azriel just shook his head, kissing him chastely on the chin. The same hands that had delivered his excellent orgasm were moving to finish washing up, such gentle, soothing motions, so at odds with their earlier fierce intensity. It was just as well. Cas sighed, relishing this attention, the sweet tenderness that Azriel offered to him, as though he understood how very touch-starved Cassian had been these last few months, and put easing those feelings above his own pleasure. He didn’t know what was next for them, but he silently vowed he would pay it all back to Azriel when he got the chance.

He knew there was still dinner to prepare, and he needed to be on his best behavior. Once he had had his fill, Azriel let him climb out of the tub and dry off. He wrapped Cassian in a large fluffy towel, and led him to the adjoining room, leaving the door open so the steam from their bath could dissipate.

They dressed each other with casual, clean linen clothing and a few last lingering caresses before they headed back downstairs. Cassian felt light headed when he followed Azriel to the kitchen, relieved that Azriel was still with him, as they went about finishing the last preparations of a feast to share with their fractured Inner Circle.

He missed Rhys. Of course he did. His absence was almost palpable, a gravity that pulled all of their attention to the empty seat at their table when they finally laid out their feast. And yet, as he sat beside Azriel, taking a serving of one of each of his lovingly prepared dishes, he couldn’t help but feel that this Solstice had been better than he could ever have hoped. Better than he could ever have dreamed.

#acotar gift exchange 2022 #cazriel #fanfic #ao3 #smut #feels #that's it #that's the ship

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purrgilpawkins · 4 months

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Merry + Christmas

Summary: The team spends their Christmas Day in Phoenix med.

Pairings: Wilt Bozer & Jack Dalton & Riley Davis & Angus MacGyver

Part of the Whump Advent Calendar 2020 series Prompt: Christmas Celebrations / With Found Family

Warnings: n/a

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Mac waved his casted arm and Jack weakly raised a hand in greeting as Bozer wheeled Riley in through the door.

“Hey, Jack,” Riley started softly, “how’re you feeling?” Jack gave a thumbs up and pointed a finger to Riley. “I’m fine, Jack, don’t worry,” she laughed, rubbing at the bandage on her abdomen.

Bozer parked Riley’s wheelchair on the side of the delta’s hospital bed opposite of Mac as Jack reached up to remove the oxygen mask on his face. “You should know by now…it’s my job to--” he gasped, “--to worry, Riles.”

“Hey, hey, you heard the doc, Jack. That pneumonia isn’t letting you breathe and neither is taking off that mask. So please, just this once, keep it on?” Mac asked, taking Jack’s hand into his own. Jack groaned in response which led to a rough coughing fit. The younger man gave the older one a sip of water from the cup sitting next to the bed, Jack giving Mac a look that roughly translated to an apology all the while. An apology more so for scaring them all at his close call with death rather than the mask removal.

Mac put the cup back down as Riley placed the four presents she was carrying in her lap at the end of Jack’s bed. Bozer moved them around to their respective receiver, coughing into his arm every now and again. The water boarding he’d received wasn’t nearly as bad as Jack’s but it was still hell on his lungs.

“Well!” Bozer clasped his hands together, “It’s a good thing we did Secret Santa this year. Makes this a whole lot easier on everyone after being…kidnapped and tortured for a week and a half,” Bozer grew quiet and everyone let the silence wash over them. “Little disappointing we have to spend our Christmas in Phoenix med though.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t see Agent Dalton leaving for the next few days, so I’d say better here than not at all,” one of the regular nurses, Sheldon, popped his head in the room, startling everyone. “And I don’t want to ruin the festivities but try not to go on too long. Jack needs his rest.”

Jack grunted, displeased.

Sheldon chuckled, “I expect you not to strain yourself, Jack.” He turned to Riley, “You neither, though I don’t see you getting up on that leg anytime soon.” Then to Bozer, “Get yourself an ice pack for that black eye, Boze.” At Bozer’s reluctant head nod, Sheldon turned to Mac, “And you don’t put too much pressure on that wrist. I know how important those hands are to you.” Mac nodded. “Okay, any painkillers needed?” Sheldon smiled at everyone’s muttered “no”.

“Did Matty send you down here, Hawkes?” Mac asked.

Sheldon nodded, “She seemed really worried about you all. Said she’s sorry she can’t say hello and check up on you in person yet. She also said ‘Merry Christmas’.”

“Well tell her we’re sad she can’t be here and a Merry Christmas to her too,” Riley piped up.

“Will do,” Sheldon smiled and walked out of the room, leaving the bruised and battered team to go about their celebrations.

Mac sat up straight in his uncomfortable seat, “Okay, who’s first?”

“Rock, paper, scissors?” Riley suggested.

“Flip a coin maybe?” Bozer recommended. Jack groaned his disapproval at that option.

“All at the same time then?” Mac proposed.

“Oh no way man, that completely ruins the magic!”

“Magic? What--”

“Ladies first…” Jack whispered hoarsely.

“I’m alright with that,” Riley said and immediately started ripping open her present before the argument could begin. The wrapping paper hit the floor and uncovered a small rectangular box. Riley opened the box and fondly rolled her eyes.

“What? What is it?” Bozer questioned, leaning in uncomfortably close to see what she got.

Riley pulled the object from the box, “It’s a knife.” Indeed it was, a folding knife with a pastel pink handle. “Hmm…I wonder who this is from.” She looked directly at Jack.

“For when a boy tries to talk to ya,” he said, words muffled behind the oxygen mask, “Keep it in your boot or backpack with your rig or something.”

“Okay, dad. I am a grown ass woman who doubles as a highly trained government agent, y’know.”

“Just in case.”

Riley laughed and reached as far as she could from her wheelchair to gently hug Jack, “Thank you, Jack. I love it.”

“Speaking of Jack,” Mac placed a wrapped gift in Jack’s lap, “you’re next, big guy.”

Jack unwrapped the present with shaky hands that no one wanted to acknowledge. He pulled a white ceramic mug from the paper.

“I’m, uh, not the best at gift giving so I went with something practical,” Mac said, nervously rubbing at the back of his neck.

Jack turned the mug in his hand to see the phrase “MIT Dad” stamped on the other side of it. His eyes started to dampen embarrassingly quick and if anyone asked he’d blame it on the drugs in his system. He looked to Mac who stared back in search of approval and Jack opened up his arms to give that approval. Mac reached out and hugged Jack almost as gently as Riley did.

“Love it, hoss,” Jack said.

Mac gave a shaky laugh, “Cool.”

Riley cut their moment short when she picked up the biggest present and gave it to Bozer.

“Oh for me? You shouldn’t have!” Bozer said as he ripped off the wrapping as fast as possible and opened the box in childlike excitement. He gasped, “Riley, you really shouldn’t have.”

“What is it, Boze?” Mac asked, taking a page out of Bozer’s book and leaning into his personal space to see his friend’s gift.

“It’s expensive looking kitchen utensils…and an even more expensive looking video camera…Riley how much did you spend on me?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just worry about how high quality your movies are gonna look now that you have the cheaper alternative to an actual professional film camera.” Riley smirked.

“And the cooking set?”

“If it helps make your food taste even better than it’s worth the price tag.”

“Aw, Riley!” Bozer suddenly engulfed Riley in a hug, sudden enough that she wasn’t able to reciprocate because he’d wrapped his arms around her arms.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome but could you let up on the vice grip, please?”

Bozer pulled back, “Right, sorry, that probably didn’t do those cuts on your stomach any favors.”

“Nah it’s all good. No damage done.”

“Sweet,” Bozer then pulled the camera out of his gift box and started turning it on.

“Bozer,” Jack uttered from his bed.

“Huh?”

Jack nodded his head to Mac.

“Oh! Of course. Almost forgot. Mac!” Bozer handed the last present laying on the bed to Mac, “Your present this year is courtesy of me. I mean, mostly me. Like, it was mostly my idea but it’s kinda from all of us.”

Mac took the gift in his good hand and placed his cast on it to take the paper off of it easier. Jack held out his hand as Mac struggled to remove the wrapping but brought it back when Mac stubbornly said, “I got it.” It took him a minute but he did eventually get some of the paper off his present. When he managed to uncover the front of it he stopped unwrapping.

“What is it, Mac? What’d you get?” Riley asked quietly.

Mac looked up at his friends and saw them all smiling at him and he smiled back. He looked back to his present, a framed picture of them all; himself, Jack, Bozer, Riley, and Matty, everyone he cared about in the picture.

“Thanks, guys. Really. It means a lot.”

Jack reached over and lightly gripped Mac’s forearm as Bozer rounded the bed to give Mac a hug. After all their hugs and continued thanks to one another for the gifts, the group spent the rest of their Christmas celebrations happily in each other’s presence.

#luke writes #1k words #macgyver 2016 #gen #team improv #angus macgyver #jack dalton #riley davis #wilt bozer #fluff #christmas fluff #hurt/comfort #team as family #wac2020

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kazewhara · 2 years

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omg “You’re going to sit on that man’s lap just for a photo?” for childe or diluc

santa's big scene.

❄ winter prompts ❄

# — pairings: diluc, childe x gn!reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, childe, diluc, scaramouche, signora

# — summary: you don't have to do everything on christmas, you know..

# — warnings: suggestive speech

# — tags: hc/drabble format, modern au, fluff, slightly possessive childe + diluc, smidgen of angst, suggestive speech

# — notes: y'know, i was only gonna do childe at first, but as i was writing the tags, i realized that both of them would have a slightly different approach to this! then again, now that i'm reading it over, for some reason i think i should put it with a different series i have here.. anyways, as always, reactions and reblogs are greatly appreciated, and i hope you enjoy! ❄

❄ wanna join the tag list? ❄

✧ — 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜 — ✧

he took you to a mall for christmas with the intent of spoiling you (because really, why wouldn't he?)

it actually took a lot of coaxing on his part to get you to agree to this, because while you liked getting gifts, you didn't want to bleed the man dry

but this is diluc we're talking about. c'mon. not only is he rich, but he's very stubborn

so that's how you two find yourselves at a somewhat upscale mall, looking for a store to start at

it's christmas of course, so there's decorations, music playing, little snack vendors here and there, the works

but most notably, the famed santa whose lap you sit on to take photos with

"oh my god, wait, can you take a picture of me with santa?" you ask, already pushing your phone into a confused diluc's hands. you were just telling him about what you might want to eat for lunch when you suddenly gasped and started fumbling for your phone as you stared at something with a childlike gleam in your eyes. diluc followed your gaze to the santa claus seated a little ways away, with children and adults alike lining up to sit on his lap to take pictures with him.

diluc shakes his head with a tiny smile, endeared by your enthusiasm. he was here to spoil you today, so who was he to refuse? "alright, alright," he agrees, chuckling when you celebrate under your breath. "did you do this kind of thing often when you were young?"

you nod rapidly and diluc can't help but chuckle again. "i loved santa as a kid." you explain. the sparkling of your eyes only grows brighter as the line moves up. "i knew he wasn't really pretty early on, but that didn't make him any less cool to me. it makes christmas really feel like... christmas, y'know?"

diluc hums in understanding. he did the same as a kid, but stopped as soon as kaeya ruined christmas by telling him that santa wasn't real. it didn't ruin the entire holiday for him, but diluc never forgot the immense disappointment he felt that day, nor did he ever let kaeya forget about the time he crushed his spirit.

it was dramatic, yes, but everything is serious in the eyes of a child.

once you two arrive at the front of the line, you hurry over to the mall santa and whisper something in his ear. the santa nods with a quiet laugh and adjusts himself for you to sit on his lap. diluc, who'd been curiously watching the entire interaction, finally speaks up.

"you're... going to sit on that man's lap just for a photo?" diluc winces internally as soon as the words leave his mouth. something unsightly rears its head when he sees you wiggle a bit as you try to get comfortable. mall santa rests his hand on your waist to keep you in place, and diluc really hopes he's not making a weird face right now. he balls his free hand into a fist in his pocket.

he's never been the biggest fan of this feeling. the urge to tug you out of mall santa's lap grows stronger with each passing second, but he does everything in his power to stomp it out when you look thrilled by the fact that you can be in the presence of santa.

"yeah, why? it brings back some fond memories," you reply, your smile never dimming. you clearly don't notice his agitation. of course you didn't; this was about you, not him.

diluc counts to three as quickly as he can and nods without a word. he raises your phone and manages to get about two photos in before he sees mall santa pull you in just a little bit closer. it's just a side hug and you lean into it with no hesitation, but diluc really doesn't think he wants to be here anymore. he takes about two more before closing your phone camera and waving it between his fingers. "all done," he says curtly.

you hop quickly out of mall santa's lap and dart over to view the photos. while you do, diluc keeps his eyes on the santa whose lap you were just sitting on. he's probably glaring at him, now that he's thinking about it. mall santa's eyes don't leave your direction until the next person comes up to him.

he's just doing his job; diluc's not an idiot. but if he's not, then why does he feel so... bitter?

thankfully, you beam up at diluc, distracting him from his sudden drop in mood. "these came out great!" you thank him with a quick kiss to the cheek before taking his hand and starting back in the direction you were heading before you got sidetracked.

as you walk, diluc suddenly tightens grip on your hand, almost to the point where it hurts. you glance at him to see if anything's wrong. at times, he'll do it because he doesn't want to alarm you when he sees something you don't, but looking at him now, you can't find that expression of muted caution on his face. instead, he looks annoyed and pensive.

"diluc, you're squeezing my hand." you wiggle your fingers and frown when diluc lets go with a soft apology. now he looks like he's beating himself up for something. you stop walking and step in front of him. "is everything okay? you look so upset."

diluc visibly grimaces at your concern. you can't see it, but his ears are burning. "it's... nothing." he lies through his teeth. he turns into the worst liar whenever you pressure him. picking up on your suspicion, he looks away. "let's keep going, yeah?"

"diluc.." you warn. "something’s bothering you. we're not going anywhere until you tell me."

"i said it's nothing. can we just--"

you shake your head patiently. "no, we can't. not when you're upset. we're here to enjoy ourselves, not stew in whatever problems we've got. talk."

diluc sighs in defeat. you're being so patient with him, but he can tell that it'll wear thin very soon if he doesn't talk; you've expressed your low tolerance for his habit of becoming tight-lipped whenever it suits him. "it's nothing serious, i promise." he tells you.

you don't say anything, you just raise an eyebrow, prompting him to continue.

diluc stifles a laugh. you're cute when you're annoyed. "but," he continues, furrowing his brows and not meeting your eyes, "i will admit, i... kind of wish you hadn't sat on that man's lap." he peeks over at you and makes a face when he sees you starting to look smug. "what are you..?"

"so you were jealous?" you snicker. "of santa claus?

"i feel ridiculous enough as it is, thank you." diluc deadpans. you chortle when you see his cheeks start to redden at your muffled laughter. "stop that. let's just go." he steps around you and starts walking away.

you jog after him, giggling all the while. "of santa claus, diluc? of all people?" you pause to laugh. you catch up to him and grab his hand, swinging it between the two of you slightly.

diluc huffs through his nose. you can finally see his red ears from here. "i'm ignoring you."

"should your lap be the only one i sit on?" you tease. you wheeze when diluc's blush deepens further. you're getting a real kick out of this. "i guess i know what i should get you for christmas now~" you sing-song.

diluc groans and covers his face with his free hand. "taking you outside has to be the worst mistake i've made today. you're insufferable."

you snort and raise his hand to kiss the back of it. "i love you too, diluc."

"...whatever."

✧ — 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 — ✧

ah.. he would not take this situation as well as diluc

so, you two are at a christmas party

(i can hear you saying "zuzu, why is it always christmas parties?" because it's just practical, okay? i digress)

so. christmas party. people drunk off of eggnog with an obscene amount of rum in it (courtesy of none other than scaramouche)

you're not drunk and neither is childe, you two opted for the non-spiked drinks, unlike the other party goers

you have a friend who isn't drunk either, but he has this terrible habit of not saying no to people, so when some tipsy friends suggest he put on a santa hat and take pictures, he agrees

you and childe are laughing at the whole spectacle when someone suggests that you sit on his lap for a picture

"fine, fine," you concede, not wanting to hear your drunk friends pester you anymore. they can get pretty pushy under the influence, and after being the victim of their drunk demands several times, you've learned to just go along with it -- so long as it's reasonable, anyhow. you turn to your boyfriend and hold out your cup to him. "can you hold this for a second?" you ask.

childe just stares at you. "sorry?" he asks, as though he didn't hear you the first time. he was literally watching you this entire time, why was he acting like this? "what're you about to do?"

you roll your eyes and jerk your thumb in your friend's direction. "i gotta go sit in that loser's lap for some photos, so can you please do me a favor and hold this? he might be an asshole," you raise your voice so your friend can hear you, "and make me spill my stuff."

your friend flips you off and you turn to do the same, the two of you rocking matching grins. you turn back to your boyfriend who doesn't looks remotely as amused as you do.

"so... you're just going to sit on that man's lap for a photo," childe's question is less of a question and more of a dry statement, one of his eyebrows cocking up as he speaks. he huffs and mutters something you can't hear, but holds out his hand anyways.

you eye him suspiciously as you hand him your drink slowly. "okay," you drawl. not wanting to lean into this strange negativity that childe's created for himself, you head over to your friend and plop yourself on his lap.

"gross." your friend wrinkles his nose playfully at you. "you know bitches like you get coal for christmas, right?"

you slap the back of his head, snorting when he looks offended. "you're the worst fucking santa i've ever had. zero stars."

the two of you pose for the many photos and joke with each other the entire time, making newer and stupider poses with each one. after about three photos though, you get the feeling that someone's watching you. it shouldn't be strange, considering you have about four people taking photos and egging you on, but whoever is looking at you is beaming the side of your head -- so much so that you can almost feel the weight of their stare.

you look up when the photos are done to see where that was coming from and lock eyes with none other than childe. his face is blank, but it's still unsettling; his irritation is palpable. rather than approach him and ruin the mood, you look away from your boyfriend and talk to your friends for a while.

you hear retreating footsteps after no more than a few seconds, and you sigh. childe wasn't giving you a choice; you have to confront him if you want to keep having fun, so you start after him, following his bright hair to a secluded corner in the living room. he sits in an armchair and looks up at you.

neither of you speak for a little while; neither of you are proud of this, but each of you sometimes expect the other to read their mind whenever a problem arises. you're the first to pick up on it, grimacing slightly when you realize what you were doing.

"alright, party pooper," you cross your arms, "what suddenly crawled up your ass and died?"

childe's mouth twitches as he supresses the urge to laugh. he covers it up as fast as he can, but it's not fast enough; you saw that. you huff a soft chuckle through your nose as your boyfriend does his best to look annoyed again.

"you're done asking santa what you want for christmas?" he asks crossly, setting your drinks down on the floor beside the chair. "or was he asking you for something?"

you scoff out loud. "don't tell me you were jealous of that." you nip the situation in the bud as quickly as you can. knowing childe, he'd try to drag this out as long as he could with vague statements and backhanded compliments, but you're not that stupid, nor are you in the mood.

childe narrows his eyes. "i didn't realize it was so wrong to be bothered about the fact that my partner was in some other man's lap."

"you can be bothered," you agree, "but there's really no need to bring down everyone else with you when you're upset." you sigh. "you could've just... i dunno, told me in private? not do this weird sulking thing."

your boyfriend looks comically offended. "i don't sulk." he sighs and reaches out, pulling you down onto his lap without warning.

"you weren't even gonna give me a choice, were you?" you ask when you recover from your temporary shock. you wrap your arms around his neck on instinct and relax when you feel his arms tighten around your waist.

childe presses his nose against your cheek, making you shiver. "something tells me you weren't going to come if i asked." he murmurs. "but this is private enough, isn't it?"

you snort. "hardly. there's people everywhere--"

"i didn't like seeing you sit on your friend's lap," he cuts you off, kissing from your cheek down to your neck, "and i would much prefer it if you sat on mine. is that better?"

maybe you should've just waited to talk about this at home. you feel heat creep up your neck. "sorta? stop doing that, we're in public."

"that didn't seem to bother you and your friend much." childe bites at your neck harshly, chuckling when you reel back and put your hand over the area.

"the fuck was that for?!" you hiss. "biting me? seriously? what are you, a dog?"

your boyfriend looks satisfied, the expression only getting brighter when you move your hand. "i'd consider us even now." he goes back to burying his face in your neck, not budging when you try to push him away. you give up after a brief struggle and slump against him despite yourself. "see, was that so hard?"

"i hate you." you grumble.

"you can't hate me, it's christmas." childe whines. he pulls back to look at you, giving you his best wounded expression.

it's... hard to stay upset when he does things like this. it's hard to stay upset with him in general, actually. you kiss him quickly, rolling your eyes when he calls you mean for not giving him more. "that was your christmas gift," you shrug. "take it or leave it."

"there's more at home, isn't there?"

you flush. "...maybe."

"then, merry christmas to me."

✧ i do hope this was okay! i hope the end in particular is good.. oh boy,,

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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hi <3 i hope you’re well and having a beautiful day so far. i was wondering if you could write a fic about sirius or logan’s brother like relationship to adele - for example, how they would approach her when she’s having a bad day or when she needs advice about something or maybe even after a disagreement with her parents. no worries if you can’t, i just thought it would be a wholesome interaction 💕

Oh, for sure! Katie and Logan get so much attention (for good reason--they're adorable), but I like to think of Sirius and Adele as the blueprint. Hope you enjoy! Combined with asks for Logan and Loops friendship, Papa Dumo (for @ jinxedjaz), Sirius coming back from visiting his parents while living with the Dumais, and Sirius-learning-to-people from this hc list. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

A little hand tugged on the hem of Dumo’s sweater. “Papa?”

He glanced up from his crossword and smiled, turning to lift Adele into his lap. “Bonjour, mon papillon. Do you want to help me?”

“Is Sirius okay?”

Dumo paused. His first instinct was to lie—how could he even begin to explain the complexity of the situation to a seven-year-old?—but the brightness in Adele’s big eyes told him she already knew the answer. She was a smart kid. She deserved to know at least some of the truth. “He’s having a tough day,” Dumo said quietly as dishes clinked in the other room. No matter what he and Celeste tried, Sirius insisted on washing up. “He’ll be alright.”

A little furrow appeared between Adele’s eyebrows. “Is it because of us? Because he misses his family now?”

“No, sweetheart, not at all. He just…” The words were impossible to find. “He just doesn’t like holidays very much.”

She worried her lower lip for a moment before wiggling free of his arms. “I’m going to make him feel better.”

“Adele—” Dumo made a grab for her, but she had already scampered out of reach and around the corner to the kitchen. In the three days since Sirius had come back from Thanksgiving, he had already reverted back to his shut-down ghost of a self.

“Excuse me, please,” Adele announced. The sink shut off. “Are you sad?”

That’s certainly one way to do it. Dumo craned his neck to watch their reflections in the glass of the back door without revealing his position. Sirius was always more comfortable around the kids than himself and Celeste. “Quoi?” Sirius asked, turning to face her.

“Are you sad? You’ve been frowny.”

Silence fell for a few seconds. “Ouais, a little,” he said at last. “But I’m not sad because of you.”

“That’s good. Papa said so, too. He says you don’t like holidays, but that’s so silly, because we were just talking about Christmas last week.”

“I like some holidays,” Sirius said haltingly. There was a rustling noise; Dumo saw him pick Adele up and settle her on his hip with a thoughtful tilt to his head. “I’m very excited to spend Christmas with you.”

“Pinky swear?”

“Pinky swear.”

“Good. I want you to spend all the holidays with us. Will you be frowny on Christmas, too?”

“I don’t think so.” Dumo could practically hear Sirius’ smile. “See? I’m already better.”

“Will you open presents with me? Marc and Louis always open theirs together, and Mama and Papa, but Katie’s too little to do it with me. I like playing Santa, but it means I hafta go last.”

In the glass, Dumo saw Sirius press a raspberry kiss to her cheek until she burst into giggles; his grin lit up the whole kitchen. “Of course I will.”

“You have to smile,” Adele groaned. “You’re scaring off all my customers.”

Sirius raised his eyebrows. “Pardon?”

She turned a big, sunshine grin on him, pressing her fingers into her dimples to exaggerate it. “Big smiles! You like being here! These are the best cookies you’ve ever had! Everyone should try them!”

“They should!” Sirius agreed. “I don’t know why you’re upset!”

She heaved a sigh and clonked her forehead on his stomach, knocking some of the air out of his lungs. “You look scary when you don’t smile.”

“I do not.”

“You do! You’re built like a brick wall and when you’re thinking, you get frowny!” She adjusted her Girl Scout vest and straightened up. “You have to be perky and fun and the cutest little kid on the block.”

“…I might have a problem with the last part.”

“Then I’ll be the cutest little kid on the block,” she said, exasperated.

Sirius narrowed his eyes at her. “Do you think I’m scary?”

“No,” she snorted. “But other people do.”

“No way.”

“Yes, way. Mama looks surprised when her face relaxes, but you’re, like, looming.”

“So…you’re upset with how my face looks?” he teased, dodging her attempt to poke his ribs.

“No, I just don’t need a bodyguard to sell cookies!”

“That’s literally what I’m here for,” he laughed, tugging one of her pigtails until she stuck her tongue out at him. “Alright, madame, I’ll try to be ‘perky’ and ‘fun’.”

“The air quotes weren’t necessary,” she informed him with great gravity, though she couldn’t hide the smile on her face as she turned back to the people walking across the street. “Hey, lady, do you want cookies?”

III

“So,” Logan began, then shoved another handful of pretzel sticks into his mouth. “Dating the captain. What’s that like?”

Sirius looked up from his phone and glared. “I am sitting right next to you.”

“Shush. Loops?”

Remus sighed and let his head fall toward Logan’s armchair; he was starting to get lightheaded from laying upside-down for so long, but it was doing wonders for his lower back and sore feet. “Dating the captain? Pretty cool, to be honest.”

Logan made a noise of disagreement. “I don’t believe that for a second. Does he make you run drills in the basement, or is it just a cuddle party all the time? ‘cause there’s no in-between.”

“Tabarnak,” Sirius muttered, flicking Logan’s ear as he headed out of the room. “You two gossip like middle-schoolers.”

“It’s really not bad,” Remus mused as he stretched one leg toward the curtains. “I’m the one who likes running drills, so he’ll usually watch tape while I do that for a bit. Cuddles aren’t as frequent as you might think. We’re boring.”

“Mmm, with some wild nights in there, eh?” Logan wiggled his eyebrows and Remus chucked a pillow at him, though it did not seem to deter him. “I seem to remember hearing a certain conversation about a new bedframe?”

“A headboard,” Remus corrected, pulling a face at him. “And it was already almost ten years old. You’re just jealous.”

“Ugh, for him? Nah. Peanut might have carried a torch—”

“You’re kidding. Did he really?”

“Oh, yeah,” Logan snorted, as if it was obvious. “But he has better taste now. Honestly, though, I’m glad you two are together. And that you’re happy in your boring domesticity, even if you’re breaking beds left and right.”

“Headboard, and it was one time.”

“Did I ever tell you about—”

The front door slammed open; both of them jumped as something heavy hit the ground with a thud. “Sweetheart?” Celeste asked from the living room, audibly concerned. Remus’ heart dropped and he shared a worried look with Logan, who was already on his feet. “Adele, what’s wrong?”

“Adele?” Logan called, his voice laced with worry. Remus’ heartbeat picked up as Adele appeared in the doorway to the living room with tears streaming down her cheeks, only to throw herself into Logan’s arms with a harsh sob. “Woah, hey, qu’est—”

“Boys are so stupid!” she half-shouted, half-wailed. “And I hate them!”

Remus stood there, useless, as she tore away and sprinted for the backyard, yanking the door shut with a bang before tearing across the grass. “Logan?” he asked after a moment. There was no protocol for this. He had absolutely zero experience with preteen breakdowns, and the Dumais kids always fell into Logan and Sirius’ territory. He could count on one hand the number of actual conversations he had had with Adele.

Logan’s nose twitched; he opened his mouth to speak, but the words died in his throat when Sirius came through the doorway and made a beeline for the yard without a single glance to either of them. “She’ll be okay,” Logan murmured as Sirius walked slowly to the swings, where Adele was sitting on the bench seat with her arms wrapped tight around herself.

“She seems pretty upset.”

Logan shook his head, not taking his eyes off the pair. “I’ve got Katie, he’s got Adele.”

“Yeah?” Remus asked, surprised. Logan and Katie were famous for their bond, two peas in a pod. As far as he knew, Sirius was equally close with all the Dumais kids.

“Apparently, they bonded from day one,” Logan said with the flicker of a smile. Outside, Adele laid her head on Sirius’ shoulder and pulled his arm around her back, burrowing into the softness of his hoodie as he gently rocked the swing with his foot and gave her a light squeeze. “They’re both quieter. Oldest children and all that. You really didn’t know?”

“I…” Remus trailed off and shook his head. “You and Katie are much louder about it, but that makes sense. He talks about all of you all the time., I guess I just assumed it was different since he was so closed off at first.”

Logan hummed. “Ask about it sometime. Dumo always likes talking about them.”

Sirius and Adele walked back after a few more minutes, still attached at the hip as Sirius jostled her lightly and pulled half a smile from her; they entered the house in relative quiet and Adele wrapped her arms around him one more time. “Love you,” she said, voice muffled in his sweater. Sirius rubbed her back in slow circles until she pulled away and padded down the hall to the bathroom

“Children are so mean,” he said as soon as the door closed.

“Then I’m glad she has you.” Remus curled his hand around Sirius’ shoulder and felt him relax beneath his touch. “Is she alright?”

“Some little asshole told her nobody would want to date her because she plays hockey.”

Remus’ heart panged. “How can we help?”

“Teach her how to throw a right hook,” Logan suggested. In a rare turn of events, Remus couldn’t tell whether he was joking or not; from the look on his face, it seemed to be the latter.

“She’ll be okay, baby,” Remus said. Sirius didn’t look away from the closed door. “Kids have always been mean, but the best thing you can do is be there for her, which you just did. It’s hard and it sucks but as long as she knows you love her, that’s enough.”

“Does she?” Sirius asked, almost too quiet for him to hear.

Remus looped an arm around his waist and kissed the top of his shoulder. “She does,” he promised. Without a doubt.

Sirius drummed his hands on the steering wheel with a wide smile. “I’m so excited,” he said for the fourth time in twenty minutes.

“I can tell,” Remus said, still reading through his missed messages. The cell service in customs had been abysmal, and for some godforsaken reason his dad desperately needed to send paragraph updates on his hunt for the perfect holiday lights. Some days, Remus wondered whether he was happiest with his family or in Home Depot.

“I missed them.”

“Yep.”

“And I can’t let Logan get there first.”

“Sure thing, honey. Speed limit.”

“Three weeks is a long time, did you know that?”

“Mhmm. Sirius, speed limit.”

“How do you manage being away from Jules for that long?”

“Very poorly,” Remus said as he typed out a quick response to his dad’s latest text. His mother would end him if he allowed their house to be decorated with anything green—in all honesty, he was starting to think she had a personal rivalry with the Snakes. They turned onto Dumo’s street and he felt the excitement radiating off Sirius kick up several notches. “Deep breaths, love.”

“Ah, fuck me, the cubs are right behind us,” he muttered, pulling over to the curb and unbuckling his seatbelt.

“Sirius!” Remus spluttered.

“What?”

“Turn the fucking car off before you get out!”

Sirius heaved a sigh and pulled the key out, then took off toward the house at a jog; Logan went sprinting past the passenger window half a second later, and Remus heard Finn shouting after him from the still-running car to no avail. They reached the front steps at the exact same time, shouldering each other in an attempt to reach the doorbell first.

“—want to push it!” Logan insisted, kicking Sirius lightly on the shin as Remus headed up the walkway.

“You did it last time!” Sirius argued.

“I’m the youngest, so I get to do it!”

“That’s not how it works!”

The door swung open just as Logan tried to bodily shove Sirius out of the way, only to be put in a scrambling headlock. Dumo regarded them with an exhausted look on his face. “Bonjour, Loops.”

“Hey, Dumo,” Remus called from the base of the steps. “Nice night, eh?”

He shrugged, ignoring the two grown men roughhousing on his welcome mat. “Not bad.”

“Are les enfants here?” Logan panted, trying to heave Sirius into the nearest hedge.

Dumo rolled his eyes and opened the door the rest of the way. “Kids, we have visitors!”

Thundering footsteps echoed off the walls; Logan and Sirius tripped over each other in their haste to get inside. “Tremzy!” Katie shrieked, launching herself into his arms with a beaming smile.

Sirius hoisted Adele straight off her feet and shook her back and forth as she wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug. “You were gone forever!” she laughed. “We missed you!”

“What am I, chopped liver?” Logan teased as he set Katie down and opened his arms for a hug of his own. Marc and Louis slammed into him, nearly toppling him in the entryway.

“No, no, no!” Katie giggled as Sirius blew a raspberry kiss on her stomach, only to mimic it on his cheek a moment later. “You’re all scratchy.”

“Tough for kisses,” Remus agreed. “You should tell him to shave, Katie-bird.”

Katie squished his cheeks in her hands with a solemn frown. “No more porcupines.”

“You got it,” Sirius confirmed. “What do you think, Adele?”

She pulled a face and they all dissolved into laughter, exhausted from the long roadie and unable to contain their happiness. It was a tradition Remus was coming to know as he spent more time with the team—Logan and Sirius just couldn’t resist swinging by the Dumais house after a long trip, no matter how drained and battered they were. It was a combination of a competition and a family reunion, and the kids loved it every time.

“Are you staying the night?” Marc asked, lazily tying Sirius’ shoelaces together.

“Not tonight, no.”

“But it would be fun,” Louis said from his place hoisted under Logan’s arm, legs dangling.

“They’re tired, boys, be nice.” Celeste winked at Sirius as he leaned down so she could kiss his cheek before moving to Logan to do the same. “We watched all your games. You were wonderful.”

“Merci, Celeste.” The corners of Logan’s eyes crinkled, and Remus saw Finn and Leo share a smile behind him.

Sirius craned his neck to look back. “Oh, she wasn’t talking to you.”

Logan stuck his tongue out as the kids laughed, still clinging to them both. Remus happily accepted a quick hug and a hair-ruffle from Celeste before she moved on to Finn and Leo, and settled in for a cozy evening at home.

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buckleyblueyes · 3 years

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buddie + " you're shivering. here, take my jacket. "

So, it's July, it's 95 degrees outside, and I have written Christmas/winter themed fluff ft. Eddie being touch starved and having a conniption over wearing Buck's jacket. Blame the prompt? I hope you enjoy!

Eddie isn’t cold. He’s not. It’s barely below sixty degrees fahrenheit, so he isn’t cold. It would be ridiculous for anyone to be cold. He’s fine. He’s sitting outside, on the frigid stone edge of a large fountain, in the middle of December, and he’s fine.

“I told you to bring a jacket,” Buck says smugly. “I knew you would be cold.”

Eddie grits his teeth. “I’m not cold.”

“Uh-uh.” Buck gives him a look of fond exasperation. “Which is why you’re currently staring down a mall Santa like if you glare hard enough at him, he’ll move through the line faster.

“I am not.” Eddie is not glaring at Santa Clause. He would never glare at the physical embodiment of Christmas joy. Least of all on what will probably be one of Christopher’s last trips like this. Next year he’ll be eleven, a full fledged preteen. He’s already expressed doubt over the legitimacy of Santa Clause. Next year Eddie is sure his son will want to skip the mall entirely. So, no. Eddie is not staring down Santa and willing him to move fast. Santa’s Elf on the other hand?

Buck grins. “Not glaring or not cold?”

“Both!” Eddie snaps.

“You’re shivering,” Buck sighs, eyeing him carefully, before pulling at the sleeves of the coat he’s wearing. “Here, take my jacket.”

Eddie wants to protest, opens his mouth to insist he’s fine, that he’s not cold. But the wind picks up, and his body betrays him, openly shaking in the chill of the December air. Buck gives him a look, as if to say see? before sliding his jacket the rest of the way off.

Eddie takes it, holding it in his hands. It’s a beige hoodie, with a thick fleece lining that’s soft to the touch, and it smells like Buck, warm and spicy and comforting. “Won’t you be cold?”

Buck shrugs. “I’m from Pennsylvania, Eddie. We have this thing called snow? It’s white and cold and it falls from the sky. I’ll be fine.”

Eddie could do without the sarcasm, but he can’t bring himself to turn down the jacket. He pulls it on and immediately relaxes into the warmth. It’s something akin to the feeling of being wrapped up in Buck’s arms--which is something Eddie doesn’t have nearly as much as experience with as he wishes, a desire which he finds himself desperate to give into everytime Buck pulls him into a bro-hug, a want so strong that he is always the first the pull away--and if wearing this jacket is the closest he can get to being held in Buck’s arms for an extended period of time, well. He’s going to take it. “You know,” he starts. “I have seen snow before.”

Buck laughs. “Maybe on TV.”

“In real life!” Eddie insists. “It snows in Texas sometimes!”

“Yeah, maybe,” Buck admits, thinking back to the news stories about the freak storms in Texas. “But not regularly, and not in El Paso, and certainly not when you were a kid, old man.”

“I’m four years older than you,” Eddie huffs. “Anyways, it frosted sometimes.”

“That’s not snow, Edmundo.” Buck rolls his eyes. “I’m talking about waking up in the morning to see your normally boring suburban block is covered in at least a foot of snow. I’m talking about boots stuck in snow drifts. I’m talking about peeling off your cold, wet clothes at the end of the day and curling up in front of the fire.”

Eddie has to admit, it sounds nice. “Alright, I’ve never seen that kind of snow before.”

Buck grins, a slight twinkle in his eye. “Maybe I should show you that kind of snow sometime.”

If it was anyone else, the idea of casually implying a shared vacation with your totally platonic best friend might seem weird. But it’s Buck, and knowing Buck, he’s probably already envisioning teaching Christopher how to build a snowman and thinking about how to make sledding as accessible as possible. Not about the inherent romance of a cabin in the snow, sitting by the fire, surrounded by nothing but quiet and calm. Eddie shakes his head, as if he can shake those thoughts out through his ears if he tries hard enough. “Maybe,” he agrees, quietly, even though he thinks he should probably say no.

Buck looks like he’s about to say something else, but that’s when Christopher gets up to Santa. Eddie reaches into his jeans pocket to pull out his phone, but he stops when he sees that Buck already has his out and is snapping pictures.

“Send those to me, will you?”

Buck is giving him that fondly exasperated look again. “Obviously.” In moments like these, when Buck is taking pictures of Eddie’s son with Santa Clause, and Eddie’s wearing Buck’s jacket, and their thighs are pressed together, he thinks Buck might be feeling what he’s feeling. The fountain shoots up behind Buck, creating a sort of halo around his head, and Eddie wants to kiss him. He doesn’t.

“Just making sure,” Eddie mumbles into the hood of Buck’s jacket, turning his head to focus on Christopher, watching as he laughs at something Santa says.

“He’s getting so big,” Buck says wistfully. “I remember the first time I came with you guys for this. He was so much smaller then.”

Eddie’s chest burns at the reminder of their first Christmas in LA, of Shannon coming back into their lives, only to leave permanently. But it’s a happy memory, too, one of the best memories they have as a family. So, he shakes it off. “Pretty soon he’ll be too old for this.”

“Don’t make me think about that,” Buck shudders. “He’s supposed to stay a kid forever.”

“Unfortunately, that’s not how it works,” Eddie responds, watching as Christopher hops off Santa’s lap and begins heading back towards the fountain. Eddie reaches out as Christopher approaches, pulling him into a quick hug.

“What’d you ask Santa for, Superman?” Buck asks, smiling widely.

“Can’t tell you.”

“Aw, come on.” Buck faux-whines, before leaning down to Chris’s level. “You can whisper it in my ear, if you don’t want to tell your dad.”

“Nope,” Christopher shakes his head. “I can’t tell anyone, or it won’t come true.”

The exchange is very familiar to Eddie, who just shakes his head. “Alright boys, let’s head home, and maybe Buck can make us his peppermint hot cocoa.”

Christopher’s eyes light up. It’s not a secret that both Diaz men love Buck’s hot cocoa recipe (which is really just a variation on Bobby’s cocoa recipe, but with a touch of peppermint extract). “Will you?”

Buck avoids looking directly at Christopher, knowing he’ll fold instantly if he does. “I don’t know, do you think it’s cold enough for hot cocoa?”

Christopher glances down at the thick coat that Eddie bundled him in earlier, because of course he remembered Christopher’s jacket and not his own. “I think so.”

Eddie pinches his lips together. “Does cocoa necessitate cold? I feel like it’s just a festive thing to do.”

Buck groans. “You’re so stubborn.”

“So, is that a yes or a no on the hot cocoa?” Eddie asks.

“As if you didn’t know the second you asked that I would make it.”

Eddie did know, but it warms him all the same to hear it out loud, and a smile pulls on the corners of lips, as Christopher cheers. “I know.”

Buck just turns and walks off towards Eddie’s truck, Christopher following close behind him. Eddie lingers for a minute, watching his son and his--well, the man he loves--continue to talk and laugh.

The voice comes from behind him. “You have a wonderful family.”

He gives the elf a small smile, even as his heart aches. “Yeah,” he agrees, because they are wonderful, more wonderful than he probably deserves. “I do.”

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