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lovelyney · 1 year

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DESC: Kuni’s first Christmas with you makes him realize that the story his dear friend told him was just a rewritten version of his and your story.

PAIRINGS: Wanderer x (AFAB!) (GN!) Reader

SCENT: fluffy with a sprinkle of suggestiveness at the end!

WARNINGS: reader is referred to as “ballerina.” this was written when i still haven’t done the 3.3 quest ‹/3, heavy makeout sesh towards the end.

FLORIST’S NOTE: merry late christmas/hanukkah, my lovelies! n’ if you didn’t celebrate either, i hope your day went your way! make sure to take care of yourself [: ‹3 i tried to get this written and edited before it ended, but i kept on oversleeping :(

SONG: Snow On The Beach ― Taylor Swift, Lana Del Ray

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯2022 !! #©LOVELYNEY

KUNIKUZUSHI STARED, unamused yet completely infatuated, as you chatted with some merchant—cheeks and nose painted red from the icy wind nipping at them. He wasn’t entirely sure why you wore a scarf as it loosely hung around your neck rather than wrapped snuggly around like he would’ve preferred. . .

He never really cared for mortal holidays like Christmas, deeming, “why would I bother with something so trivial and unnecessary?” However, times have changed; he has changed. After fully accepting you into his schedule and life, his eyes opened to many different things—stuff that usually was just a backdrop for him and whatever he bothered doing at the time.

“Here you are, Kuni!” you said, handing him a cup of hot chocolate.

He huffed, gingerly taking the drink from your hands. “I didn’t ask for one, but alright. . .” He answered and intertwined his fingers with yours, flinching when he felt how cold they were.

You squeezed the boy’s hand with a roll of your (COLOR) eyes. “Yeah, I know. But you would’ve drank all mine if I didn’t get you one.” You acknowledged, casting him a sidelong glance.

“Would not.”

“Would too.”

“Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart.”

You laughed at his obstinacy, having grown accustomed to it after being engaged to him for four months. “Soo~ What’s next?” You wondered and sipped your cocoa—the sweet drink warming your throat as you swallowed it delightfully.

Kunikuzushi looked at you with an unbothered expression. “You’re supposed to tell me, (NAME). You’re the one who dragged me out in the cold.” He retorted.

You puffed your cheeks out and released his hand, pretending to be insulted. “What? So you don’t want to spend time with me? Wow, Kunikuzushi. You could’ve just said so.” You bantered, walking off ahead and deciding to amuse yourself with your little “act.”

Before you could stray too far, he seized your wrist and pulled you against his chest, his lips on yours the second your eyes met his.

The rosy hue on your cheeks darkened drastically as you felt the eyes of passersby drill into you as your boyfriend’s lips moved against yours. You tried to pull away, but the grip on the back of your head only grew tighter, holding you in place and deepening the kiss more.

Having reached a point of satisfaction, he pulled away and gently stroked your bottom lip, admiring its softness. He let out a quiet laugh, pinching your cheek, “I wouldn’t have asked you to marry me if I didn’t want to spend my life with you.”

You pulled his hand away from your face, a very evident pout displayed on your lips. “Kuni, we’re in public! You—you can’t just do that!” You spluttered, the warmth radiating off your face putting the winter weather to shame. It certainly did not help that your boyfriend wore such a smug expression, unashamed of the “crime” he had just committed.

Kunikuzushi chuckled with a roll of his pretty, dark lavender eyes. “Hm? I don’t see a law stating otherwise, sweetheart. At least people will lay off you, yeah? Don’t think I don’t see everyone ogling you,” he grumbled and squeezed your waist. (Hello, I’m a member of the Scara waist holder community.)

Your eyes crinkled as a smile formed on your lips at your lover’s slight jealousy. You hummed and strewn kisses across his face, “mmm, but who did I say yes to?”

That question directly set his (metamorphic) heart aflame, each kiss of yours sparking flames to his porcelain skin. A vivacious smile, one unlike him, erupted from his lips as he bit down on his lip; he’d have to add that to the list of times you made him unexpectedly break into a smile.

Fixing your scarf around your neck, he kissed you again, his infatuation for you taking over his ability to think or speak. “Can you stop doing that to me?” He murmured after pulling away.

You smiled and continued dragging him behind you—your hand firmly encasing his. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, babe.” You said, taking another swig of your cocoa.

Kunikuzushi sighed, bringing his lips to the back of your hand. “Mhm, sure, sweetheart. How long are we gonna be out here anyways? I’d rather not have you freeze to death out here,” he wondered and surveyed the town surrounding you two.

Fresh blankets of snow covered the streets, footprints littering it as people wandered in and out of Sumeru City—small children gaping at the colorful strings of light that hung from building to building. (I’m not too sure if it would snow in Sumeru since it’s primarily based on the middle east? [At least that’s what it says when I look it up. . .] I looked it up, and it says it does ‹/3 So I’m sorry if it’s incorrect T^T)

“Ooo! I just remembered I need to pick up some flour and chocolate chips from the market!” You resounded, excitedly tugging on his hand. “I’m gonna bake some cookies when we get home!”

Kunikuzushi raised an eyebrow, finishing the last of his cocoa. “Cookies? What’s the occasion?” questioned the indigo-haired male.

“Christmas, Kuni!” you gushed and shook his arm as you dragged him over to Sumeru General Goods.

He drew his lips in a tight line, unable to match your prominent morale towards the holiday. “Right, Christmas. . .” he replied barely above a whisper.

“All I’m hearing is that you don’t want any of my delicious cookies!” You demurred and pulled out your wallet.

He rolled his eyes as he pushed your hand down that held your wallet and grabbed his own. He chuckled, watching as confusion washed over you. “What? You really think I’m going to make you pay?” He mused.

You frowned. “You’re not “making me” do anything, Kunikuzushi. I’m paying,” you commented tartly.

“Najm! False god! It’s wonderful to see you two are doing well!” A familiar child-like voice piped.

You immediately spun around, remembering only one person called you that. “Nahida! Archons, it’s certainly been a while! It’s lovely to see you as well!” You beamed and crouched down next to her. “How’s this weather been treating you?” You inquired, motioning towards the pale green winter coat she dressed in.

The dendro archon giggled, “Sumeru is usually so warm, so we don’t often get snow. I’m far from used to it, but it’s a wonderful change! Like a caterpillar emerging from its cocoon and becoming a butterfly. . .”

“What does that even mean. . .”

Smiling colorfully, she turned to Kunikuzushi as you returned to your shopping. “False god, I must say it’s a pleasant surprise to see you here! You’ve never stricken me as the type to celebrate customs.” She acknowledged, her emerald eyes twinkling as bright as the multicolored lights.

He winced slightly, “[sighs]. Buer, it’s been months now. . . Please stop calling me that.”

The small girl inclined her head, a slight frown gracing her lips. “Oh! I’m sorry. . . Making you uncomfortable wasn’t my intention. Do you have something you prefer I call you?” She questioned.

He let a quiet sigh and looked at you, who spoke happily to Hamawi about the perfect cookie recipe—the glimmer in your pretty (COLOR) eyes sending tidal waves of magma to his face. “Um. . . you can just call me Kunikuzushi. That’s what (NAME) calls me.” He responded, shuffling his face deeper into his own scarf—the one you practically insisted he wore before going out, even when he said he’d be fine. “Speaking of names. . . What is it that you call (NAME)? I don’t think I’ve heard it before.” He puzzled.

Nahida’s head lifted at the question. “Oh! You mean najm? It means a star in the authorized Sumeru tongue! I thought of it when I was reading through some books on Sumeru’s history! The way they clung to you when you were in a coma was like how a star clings to the night sky in the darkest of nights. . . They truly are brilliant and pretty like one, aren’t they?” She effused.

Kunikuzushi smiled softly, his eyes warm as he looked over at you. “Certainly. . .”

“What about you? I remember you telling me that Kunikuzushi was about what you used to go by. If you don’t mind me asking, why go back instead of forging a new name for yourself?” She pondered.

He chuckled lightly, “well, being with (NAME) has opened both my mind and eyes to an array of things. They made me love my name, something that I used to despise because of the self I associated with it. But now, whenever I hear it coming from them, I find that I wouldn’t have it any other way. . .”

The light-haired girl giggled, finding his answer rather gratifying. “I once read in a book that after a prolonged period of being together, someone in the relationship gets on one knee and proposes to the other with a ring. Supposedly, it’s one big declaration of love and marks the initiation of a mutual promise of a later marriage.

“Are you. . . gonna do that with (NAME)?”

He smirked, his pride bubbling in his chest. Grabbing your hand, he tugged you to his side, prompting you to yelp in surprise. He braided your fingers together, showcasing the amethyst engagement ring to his aunt. “I proposed to them four months ago. We are getting married.”

Nahida’s eyes lit up with child-like excitement, her small hands reaching up to examine the jewel—hesitating to ensure you weren’t uncomfortable.

You smiled and kneeled down, giving her your hand so she could get a better look. “Isn’t it pretty? I wasn’t even sure if he was gonna propose—oh!” You cut yourself off as she pulled the two of you in a hug, her tiny frame trying to hold both of you.

“I’m not sure I have a metaphor to accurately describe how happy this makes me for the two of you. You guys have gone through so much, both individually and as a couple. . . And to see you both are fully committed together and ready to be at each other’s side. . .

“There’s still so much I need to learn, both within Sumeru and outside of it. But what I’ve gathered so far is that love and the relationships you make with others are some of life’s most treasured things.” She expressed and pulled away to look at Kunikuzushi. “Take care of them, Kunikuzushi. This star shines brighter than the others.”

He huffed, which was betrayed by the evident smile in his eyes. “I will, Buer. . . I guarantee that’s one thing you don’t have to worry about.”

Nahida sighed. “I really wish I could talk more, but unfortunately, there are some matters I need to care of in the city. You two take care of each other! And remember, you’re always welcome to stop by and see me!”

The corners of your lips lifted in a soft smile as you waved the tiny archon goodbye. “You too, Nahida!”

Kunikuzushi’s eyes laid on you affectionately as you continued browsing for ingredients—the words “you guys have gone through so much, both individually and as a couple” echoing in his head.

Something about him never taking his regard off you, for love or hate, seemed familiar to him. From when he had sworn to himself he hated you to when he woke with you sobbing in the crook of his neck—scared he wasn’t going to wake. Yet it all seemed too distant to put a finger on.

“I’m done, Kuni! Do you want anything?” You simpered, dragging him out of his lingering thoughts.

He shook his head, shoveling his hand in yours and handing the vendor the designated amount of mora. “Can we please go home now? Your hands are freezing, sweetheart. The farthest thing I want is you getting sick.” He appealed.

You nodded with a smile, “mhm! I’m all done here.”

Upon returning to your guys’ shared home just out the outskirts of the city, Kunikuzushi pressed his lips to your forehead. “I’m gonna take a shower you wanna join?” He offered and trailed kisses down your jawline—the frigidness of his lips causing you to shiver.

Letting out a soft hum, you push your boyfriend’s face off your collarbone, smiling at his lovesick eyes. “I’m sure you’d love that, Kuni. However, I need to unpack these groceries. . .” You replied and kissed his cheek.

“I hate it when you tease me like that.”

“I know,” you grinned and watched him leave for the bedroom. you headed into the kitchen, preparing everything for your first batch of cookies. Opening up the cabinet beneath the sink, you stared at the small wrapped gift tucked away in the back. You sighed dejectedly, feeling a twinge of anxiety dig into your chest. You chewed on your lower lip and attempted to shove away your intrusive thoughts as you shut the door and stood back up.

“I hope he likes it. . .”

Kunikuzushi hummed a tune to himself as he ruffled his hair with a towel to dry it. He looked in the mirror and smiled, touching the faded mark on his shoulder blade. He would never tell you himself, but he adored whenever you left evidence of your love on him—whether that be scratches, bruises, or bites. Although he did prefer leaving them on you.

Throwing on a black zip-up hoodie, he stepped out of the bathroom, the smell of freshly baked cookies filling his senses. He smiled and followed the scent to where you were, swaying back and forth as you pulled out another tray from the oven. You had changed into shorts and one of his longer t-shirts; it was enough to drive anyone mad. To say he felt blessed would be an understatement.

He snuck up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling your back flush against his chest. “Mmm~ You’re ravishing, sweetheart. You know that?” He crooned, planting his lips right below your ear.

Shivering, you tipped your head a little to the side. “Hmm, what’s gotten into you today? You’re usually not this lovey.” You breathed out, relishing in the feeling of his lips trailing down the side of your neck.

Kunikuzushi chuckled, sending vibrations throughout your entire body. “Can’t a guy appreciate his lover’s attractiveness? I mean, fuck (NAME), any guy would kill to be in my position,” he flattered and softly sunk his teeth into your skin, the water droplets from his hair splashing onto your shoulder.

You sucked in a breath, not wanting to give him his desired satisfaction. Spinning around, you grabbed the fabric of his hoodie and tugged him closer. “And I’m sure any woman would kill me for mine. . .” You avowed breathlessly.

He smirked, his sense of pride swelling in his stomach. “Yeah? Well, that’s a shame because all I want is right here in my hands.” He hummed and wrapped his hand around your neck, slotting his mouth perfectly on yours.

Desire rippled inside his chest as he tasted the sugar on your tongue from when you taste-tested the cookie dough. His fingers reached up to tangle in your (COLOR)-colored hair, gently tugging at the strands as he pressed you further against the back of the counter. The smell of your perfume intoxicated him as he breathed all of you in: your scent, your taste, your touch, the feel of you, everything.

Taking your slightly parted lips as an invitation, he pushed his tongue inside your mouth. He smiled against your lips as his favorite delicacy filled his mouth and infiltrated all his senses—that being you, of course.

His hands fell underneath your thighs as he picked you up and lifted you onto the top of the counter. His hands slid beneath your shirt, fingers smoothing deep circles on your lower back.

Your lungs burned from the lack of oxygen as Kunikuzushi kissed harder and deeper—the air surrounding growing heavier and hotter. You knew he wouldn’t let you pull away until he had his whole share of you.

After two minutes, he finally drew away, smirking as you gasped for air. “Damn, you’re so perfect like this (NAME). . .” He cooed, moving his mouth down your neck to kitten-lick it.

“K-Kuni, the cookies are going to burn—” you tried to argue, your words being cut off as he gently bit down on your soft spot. Your hands pressed weakly against his chest in an attempt to shove him away, but as he continued teasing that spot, your strength watered down.

“Aww~ I love when your actions speak louder than your words. Really shows just how weak I make you,” Kunikuzushi said and continued to scatter hickeys down your shoulder blades and collarbone.

Huffing, you managed to gather your resilience and push him away. “Stopstop! It’s always a pain in the ass covering up your hickeys!” You pouted and hopped off the counter.

He laughed, reaching behind you and grabbing a sugar cookie. “That’s the point, sweetheart. I want you to always remember who you devoted your life to. . .”

You rolled your eyes and set the final batch of (luckily not burned) cookies down. “Devoted my life to my ass. . .” You uttered under your breath.

“What was that?” he teased, sneaking his hand lower down your waist and teasingly tapping his fingertips on it.

“N—nothing! You can stop!” you spluttered and slapped his arm away. “A—actually. . . There’s something I want to give you.”

He arched an eyebrow, “a gift, huh? You know you didn't have to get me anything. Your infatuation for me is already enough, my love.”

You scoffed and retrieved the neatly wrapped box, anxiously handing it to him. “Hush! Just open it and tell me if you like it or not!”

Your boyfriend smiled, leaning against the wall, and carefully tore off the wrapping paper, scared to break whatever might be inside. He tilted his head at a beautifully carved wooden box—the wood being from the sakura trees in Inazuma. Looking up at you, his countenance hushed when he regarded how anxious you looked.

You shifted your weight from side to side as you didn’t dare look him in the eyes. An authentic cue that you were genuinely anxious.

“Oh god, are there gonna be divorce papers inside? We haven’t even officially married yet—” He considered doubtfully as he carefully opened the box. However, his uneasiness wilted as his eyes settled on a glass-carved ballerina.

“A. . . music box?” Kunikuzushi inquired thoughtfully, his fingers carefully turning the knob. For some reason, tears stung his eyes as a soft melody played in his ears.

( open for the melody♥ )

You smiled faintly. “Um. . . I remember after we first started dating, you told me the story your friend told you. . . The one with the puppet soldier and the ballerina doll?”

“That story has stuck with me ever since you told it to me. It reminded me so much of you, Kunikuzushi. How you were so scared of your emotions. It physically hurts me to remember how much pain you’ve endeavored. . .”

Wet droplets fell from his eyes, starting from a sprinkle of rain to soon a downpour as his emotions overwhelmed him—emotions that he used to swear he never had.

“Oh, (NAME). . . O—Only you can make me breakdown like this. . .” He blubbered, gently brushing the glass ballerina with his fingertips. It definitely was professionally made with how detailed the carvings were. “This. . . H—How much did this cost you?! Is this why you’ve been taking up more commissions lately?”

You giggled. “C’mon, don’t give me that. It was nothing, babe! And anyways, this is the least I can do! You’re the one who bought me such a beautiful engagement ring!” You reassured, your hands proudly resting on your hips. “That said. . . I’m so relieved you like it. It took me literally ages to figure out what to get you. You’ve never been one for gift giving and—oof!”

After setting down the music box, Kunikuzushi wrapped himself securely around you—hiding his face in your neck so you couldn’t see his red and puffy eyes.

Then it dawned on him—that vague feeling of him never taking his eyes off you. It’s just how the story reads out; the soldier never once took his eyes off the ballerina, even when thrown into the fire; that’s precisely what he did with you. To when he observed you in Inazuma in envy, to him now watching over you with devotion. His eyes never seemed to leave you. You were his ballerina, the one who wouldn’t leave his mind despite being thrown into countless fires.

Kunikuzushi laughed, his voice scratchy from crying. “A—And you know what? I think you might be my ballerina, (NAME). My eyes always seemed to find you in hatred and in love. You’re truly my greatest treasure, y-you know that? I’m. . . I’m so lucky to have you in my life I’m so honored I’m the one you’re marrying. . .”

You smiled and kissed the top of his head, drawing circles on his back to soothe him. “And I’m merely honored you chose me, Kunikuzushi. Because no matter how many times this story is rewritten, I’ll always find my way back to you. . .” You expressed. Taking a deep breath, you reached into your back pocket. “There’s one more thing I need to show you, though. . .”

He pulled away instantly, blinking away his tears. “Something. . . else?” he wondered quietly as you placed something into his hands. His eyes widened, staring directly at the two thin red lines that read in front of him.

“Y—You’re pregnant?”

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funfactskiddos1705 · 2 years

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My style/bunny/ creek/ South Park head cannons (though no one asked). These are also not all of them . Also I have not finished the TV series and have not watched the movies being new to the fandom. 💚💙

STAN

- He had always known that he had feelings for Kyle, especially when Cartman picked on Kyle, but always thought it was just friendship (super best friendship).

- When he gets drunk he always calls Kyle to pick him up, and in turn usually stays the night with Kyle in his bed.

- Secretly always tries to be close with Kyle, and even tries to spoon him when they sleep.

- In college, Kyle and him live together , and adopt a dog named Philip, Stan chose the name.

- Makes the first move in the relationship, hoping that Kyle has the same feelings for him (he does) and kisses him first, throwing up afterwards in Kyle’s bedroom trashcan.

- He is bi but he only truly has eyes on Kyle.

- Thinks it cute when Kyle is angry.

- Has bad grades but never lets Kyle get a bad score on anything that they work on together, knowing how important it is to Kyle.

- Always has snacks on him incase Kyle’s blood sugar gets low.

- Loves to play with Kyle’s hair, especially running his hands through it.

- Celebrates Hanukkah/Chanukah, and other Jewish Holidays with Kyle and his family.

- Stan drives everyone around (except Cartman) in a banged up Ford F-150 that his Uncle Jimbo and Ned helped him fix up.

- He sucks at giving gifts, and usually buys books for Kyle or something that they need for the house.

- When they grow older, they stop wearing their hats, but Stan kept them in the closet and sometimes just likes to touch Kyle’s Ushanka and think about when they were kids.

- He is always trying to bring home stray animals that he says “follows” him home. Kyle believed him at first, until Stan forgot to take the bologna out of his pocket before Kyle washed his jeans. That put a stop to that method, all though they do have a bunch of stray cats that Stan and Kyle named, a possum that lives out by the back porch (named Mysterion) and a raccoon that is sometimes seen in the trashcan that they named Eric.

- Though they had a dog and cat in college, they moved into Stan’s childhood home, after he left Tegridy Farms at 18 in the midst of his parents divorce. Which meant they had more room for pets. They have the original cat and dog from college, with a “few” new friends that Stan picked up along the way. They in total have 3 dogs (Philip, Marshal and Winifred) and two cats(Terrance and Sigmund) plus two ferrets (Sprite and Gib)that Kyle adores to death but will never let Stan know.

- He volunteers at the local animal societies, giving his free time to the dogs and cats that he hopes will be adopted someday… by him.

- In college Stan studied biology and zoology, though he only got his bachelors.

- When Kyle and him got married, he refuses to let his dad attend the service, hating his father, he even decided to take Kyle’s last name.

- Stan has a tattoo of a golf club with a crown of thorns around it (High Jew Elf King), with a kite in the background (human kite) on his left arm, and a green heart on his chest.

- Stan is a stay-at-home dad who loves to do crafts with their kids, trying to teach them when their younger with fun shapes and colors.

- Stan is not the person to go to for homework help, but he is still active in the kids life’s. He packs them lunches everyday, drives them to school, picks them up, and drives them to and from practice.

- He coaches little league, but never makes the team feel bad about losing the game. He always takes them out to pizza afterwards, with Kyle, who is always cheering on the game at the sidelines.

KYLE

- Was the first to come out, though it was kinda obvious from the start, with him never really holding a relationship with a girl.

- He always wondered if Cartman had outted him out of knowing or just being an asshole.

- Knew that he had feelings for Stan before puberty, but it was confirmed during when he started to only think about him when alone in his room with a bottle of lotion.

- Hates germs unless it’s involved with Stan.

- Is a sweet person until someone fucks with Stan and then all hell breaks loose.

- While living together in college they have a dog and Kyle adopts a cat and names the cat Terrance.

- Stan is the only person that can calm Kyle down when he’s mad.

- Kyle hates to cry, he feels like it’s a sign of weakness and only has cried in front of Stan and Sheila.

- Is obsessed with becoming Valedictorian, and his grades are really important to him.

- Stan used to give Kyle insulin shots (for his Type 1 diabetes) but then convinced him to get an insulin pump.

- Kyle hates his hair, but never cuts it too short because he loves when Stan runs his fingers through it.

- Though he is Jewish, he doesn’t stick to Kosher diet unless it’s Passover.

- Celebrates Christmas/ Easter with Stan and his family, but never really understood the hype. He just wants to make Stan happy.

- When gift giving he always gives something that he know people will use.

- When Stan and him got married, though it was wished that they would have a religious ceremony, they opted to have a courthouse wedding.

- Always has to remind Stan to take his anti-depressants in the morning.

- He had a blue heart in the same place as Stan’s green one, and a tattoo of yellow safety googles and a tool-belt (Tool-Shed) on top of a shiny sword (Stan Marshwalker)

- In college Kyle studied psychology and sociology, getting his masters in both. His concentration was in child psychology and development. (He works close with CPS and helped Kenny win his case.)

- Kyle is the main bread winner as a therapist and the school consular (working closely with Butters) he tries not to bring work home, but sometimes he gets overwhelmed and just cries on Stan’s chest.

- When he has an ounce of free time, he likes to write memoirs about his childhood adventures in South Park and all the crazy things that happened to them. He never thought they’d be published, but Cartman secretly did it for him as a gesture of good faith.

- Kyle is very active in their kid’s lives, taking time off work to watch them play sports/ ceremonies. He is always helping them with school work after work, and makes sure to read them stories before bed.

- Kyle is the parent that always shows up to Parent Day (you know the one where parents talk about their job and things). He is also the first one to talk to the teacher.

CARTMAN

- has an undying crush on Kyle and would do anything to have Kyle as his, though of course Kyle doesn’t feel the same way.

- Teases Kyle about being gay but would never come out of the closet. Though everyone knows, he still denies it.

- He can’t keep a relationship so he just decided that being single, and fantasying, is the way to go for him.

- Is jealous of Stan being with Kyle, and will take every opportunity to try and make him jealous, even though sometimes it doesn’t work. Often times going to great lengths, at one memorable point, he even went so far as to send anonymous gifts to their house addresses for Kyle, inside he would find a teddy bear, with I love you on it. (After asking Stan if he bought it and Stan telling him no, he went out and threw the thing away.)

- Though he has confessed his feeling multiple times, it never fails to strike Kyle off guard when he does. He always went to extreme lengths to try to prove his “love” or what Kyle would call obsession to a dangerous point. Which led Kyle to start to try to avoid him, especially at the beginning of him and Stan’s relationship, which just made Cartman want him more.

- Sometimes Cartman has gone as far as to stalk Kyle at home, at work, anywhere to get a glimpse of him, even asking Butters where he might be (thinking maybe he would know since they work together).

- When saying the “I dos” at Stan and Kyle’s wedding, he busted through the courthouse doors, even though he wasn’t invited, and objected. He went on with a whole speech about how he was in love with Kyle, while slurring his words from being drunk, and ended up throwing up in the middle of it.

- Still lives at home with Liane, until she got too sick and he couldn’t take care of her anymore. Eventually he just took over the new house, though he only needed one room.

- While everyone was away at college, he decided that it wasn’t for him. He created his own business, selling stuffed animals, and was a big success.

- He also volunteers his free time at the local animal shelter, only with the cats though, and even fosters them.

- Butter’s and him are still close, usually giving him free stuffed animals for his classroom. (The main reason being maybe to see Kyle in the hallway and tease him.) But he also knew how much stuffed animals helped him through his childhood.

- He keeps all the prototypes of his stuff animals and, especially when he get lonely, still has tea parties with him.

- Has lost contact with almost everyone at school, but keeps Kyle’s birthday in mind and always send some sort of romantic gift. He also sends the kids some of his stuffed animals on Christmas (he never knows if they keep them or not)

KENNY

- He never lost his unusual gift of immortality, dying often (though no one seems to remember it), yet instead of waking up at his parents house, he wakes up in the two story house him and Leo (Butters) share together.

- He is one of the only people who calls, Butter’s his significant other, Leo.

- He is protective around Leo, from a very young age, and hates Cartman even mentioning his name.

- Went to court after he turned 18 to get custody of Karen to make sure that she had a better life and opportunity than he did. Making sure to attend every “parent” teacher conference and be active in her schooling. With Butter’s and him, they could figure something out, and if not, they would just ask Stan or Kyle for help.

- (I just find this to be accurate but I can’t find a reason why he would be in war/ this happened before he went to college) He also served for a time as a sniper, an expert marksman, though he rarely is seen with a weapon now.

- In college he majored in quantum physics and theology, trying to find an answer to this “gift” that he has. Though he came up with nothing, he did invent the first machine to break the space time continuum, proving his point.

- Though he is canonically poor in SP, you might be wondering how he got into college, he got a full ride to the University of Denver, due to his essay on the space time continuum, stating that there is really no time, just the concept of it.

- The house that Butters, Karen (she moved in with them once Kenny got custody of her) and him share has a basement that is littered with “Kenny’s ramblings” as Butters calls them. The walls are lined with chalkboard paint, and there is equations written all over them, along with bits and pieces of machinery. All of Kenny’s little inventions.

- Kenny hates the Stoches, so much so that he and Butters cut all ties with them when Butters turn 18.

- He has a tattoo on his left bicep of the Ankh and another on his chest (left side next to his heart) of a small lion that Leo once drew him.

- He tries to stay away from alcohol or drugs due to his parents addiction, but ended up getting addicted to Marbol reds. He does drink on special occasions, but limits himself.

- Kenny, Leo, Stan and Kyle are still close friends, even going on double dates.

- Kenny is known to Stan and Kyle’s children as the “fun” uncle, because he’s always trying to get them to invent something. He also loves telling them stories and taking them on “adventures”.

BUTTERS

- He calls Kenny, Ken and his angel.

- He is blind in one eye (as seen in Good Times with Weapons) when his eye was pierced with a throwing star. He never got a glass eye though, as he knew that his friends would knock it out, take it and tease him with it. Instead he let the scar symbolize thst he’s not as weak and his friends think him to be (or at least that’s what he told Kenny, when asked about the reason why). Truth was that his parents blamed it on him, never wanting to get it properly treated.

- He attended college and become a kindergarten teacher at South Park Elementary, he loves kids, but doesn’t want any. He also majored in nursing, before deciding where his heart really belonged, getting a degree in both, so he works as a PRN nurse at Hell’s Pass.

- Butters and Karen do most of the cooking, since the kitchen has knives and flames and well anything else that could send Kenny into the hospital.

- He is often times already there when Kenny has one of his accidents, which ends him up in the hospital. Some machine going wrong or just ignoring safety precautions.

- He has a fear of marriage and having kids, so though they live together, and are common law married, Butters is terrified of ending up like his parents.

- Though he fears having kids, he sees Karen as there “child”. He tries his best with her and tries to make sure that she is never neglected, sometimes he tries to hard, but it makes Kenny smile and Karen feel loved.

- Years of emotional abuse and neglect made Butters fear confrontation, which lead him to be scared when Kenny and him got into a fight. Kenny learned how to adapt his behavior to this.

- Sometimes, most of the time, Butters has nightmares about his parents, which will lead to nightmares of him screaming and thrashing. Kenny doesn’t sleep well as it is, so he always holds him and comforts him.

- Butter’s fears being neglected/ ignored, so Kenny does everything in his power to have him included in everything he does.

- He is terrified to go down to the basement due to the mess of it.

- He has on tattoo, an orange marigold (butter’s knowing that marigolds mean positive energy) with a bandaid over it (for all of the times he’d patched up Kenny). Kenny went with him for his tattoo, and though Butters didn’t like the loud noise of the machine, he loves the tattoo. It is in the same place as Kenny’s lion.

- Kenny and Butters often babysit Stan and Kyle’s children if they want a night to themselves. The kids call them Funcle Kenny and Uncle Butters.

- Uncle Butters loves playing “pretend” with the kids, but usually has Kenny try and make it real just for the hell of it.

TWEEK

- Tweek still works at Tweek and Bros coffee company, even after the passing of his father, he inherited the company.

- Tweek and Bros has a secret recipe that no one, not even Craig knows. (Though many assume that it is either a high dose of caffeine or meth.)

- Tweek has severe anxiety, going into anxiety attacks at the drop of a pin, but he has been going to therapy to try and help. His therapist told him that caffeine may be effecting his symptoms, but he refuses to listen, saying that he is nothing with his two C’s, coffee and Craig.

- As a way to cope with stress, Tweek knits, which explains why every single one of their animals has sweaters on in the winter. He even knits them hats.

- If he finds the time, sometimes he will knit sweaters for Craig to wear, usually just something plain, but he loves to make ugly Christmas sweaters.

- Tweek and Craig decided that they wanted baby guinea pigs, which was a huge mistake, and now they have multiple. Tweek got emotionally attached to them the minute they were born, naming them by the second, so Craig had to run to the pet store to buy even more cages and food for their growing family.

- He usually carries around at least one of their Guinea pigs in his shirt pocket when he’s home, but sometimes before work he forgets to put them back, so he will get startled when he feels his pocket move, just to reveal a member of his little family. He’ll smile kiss it’s little head, most of the time people know he has one in his pocket, but if it’s a busy day, he calls Craig to pick up their child.

- His whole body still twitches like when he was a kid, but he has learned to control it somewhat. At least enough to not dump scolding hot spill coffee all over his shirt like before. But he does end up with bruises and scrapes (some people actually believed at first that Craig was abusing him until they started to realize that Tweek was accident prone.)

- He stays up, falling asleep at odd hours, due to the coffee, but only when he stays up past 24 hours does he see the “gnomes”, which Craig has hypothesized is just sleep deprivation mixed with over stimulation from coffee.

- Working with people has helped him with his stutter, but some out-of-towner’s still can’t understand him and complain.

- At Tweek and Bros he sometimes sells pastries that Butters makes. Butters does it to help the shop make a little bit more money.

- Karen works part time (after school). Tweek loves the company (and the help), and will often sit and talk with her about how Kenny was growing up.

CRAIG

- He tries to be a cynical asshole, but every time Tweek is involved he is a big ol’ softie.

- He would do anything for Tweek, ANYTHING, down to him researching how to help with onset anxiety attacks so he can better help Tweek.

- Craig doesn’t work at Tweek and Bros, but he is their number one customer, sitting there whenever he can, drinking coffee or coca-cola that he buys himself and keeps in the mini fridge in the back, watching Tweek at work.

- He calls himself the “complaint department” because if anyone has a problem with Tweek, he’s the one that they have to deal with.

- Craig works as a mechanic and owns his own shop, so he works when he wants and as long as he wants.

- Originally he was running his shop out of their garage, but the noises scared Tweek so much that he moved it away so that Tweek wouldn’t go into panic attacks.

- He always asks Tweek to make him coffee in the morning before work.

- Craig likes the normalcy of his life, but he loves that Tweek is a little adventure. He calls him the spark in his life.

- He always makes sure Tweek knows that he loves him (especially when he goes through anxiety attacks or overstimulation). He’ll whisper sweet things into his ear as he holds him and tells him everything will be okay, and that’s he’s safe. Craig would let nothing ever happen to him.

- It was Craig’s idea to take Christmas photos, with the family, which took over two hours to just get all the guinea pigs in their sweaters and hats. The picture turned out… decent, but that was the last time.

TOKEN

- Throughout high school and college, he through the best parties.

- He moved outta state after college and no one hears from him much.

- He sends Christmas cards, showing that he has a family and 3 children.

- He is married to Nicole Daniels (now Black) who designs app, though mostly games.

WENDY-

- Is soulatorian, even though she strives to be Valedictorian, she knows how important it is to Kyle and even cries at his speech when he thanks her.

- Kyle and Stan always wanted to have children so she became their surrogates.

- Stan and her are good friends, even after the breakup, and she always suspected that he liked Kyle.

- She is actively involved in Stan and Kyle’s children’s life’s, they understand that she is their mother but calls her their aunt, no one bats an eye.

- Wendy and the boys (Stan and Kyle) decided that it would be nice to have two kids, one of them being Stan’s DNA and one being Kyle’s.

- Wendy stayed at their house during this so that Stan and Kyle knew she was okay and they also helped her with her pregnancy.

- Wendy was artificially inseminated, so that she could still be a surrogate but without sex.

- Wendy’s first baby (Stan’s DNA) has Stan’s blue eyes and dark thick locks. The couple names their first child (a boy) Keneth, after Kenny. He grows up to look very similar to Stan, besides having Wendy’s nose. His personality takes more after Kyle, even down to his temper, but his love of sports reflects his biological father, even becoming football and baseball captain.

- Wendy and the boys (Stan and Kyle’s) second kid has Kyle’s DNA. She is a green eyed, curly haired, ball of joy. They name her Sheron, a combination of both of their mother’s names. She takes after Stan with her love of music and animals. She isn’t interred in sports, but always sits at the sidelines with Kyle. She becomes captain of the debate team, thought and wins multiple academic awards. She is more passive that her brother and biological father, and has most of Stan’s personality.

- She never got married, blaming it on her job as a lawyer in Denver, taking time off during her pregnancies.

- Back at her apartment in Denver, she has a cat that she named Meowth Bader, after the Supreme Court justice .

#stan x kyle #sp style #south park headcanons #sp stan #sp kyle #south park creek #sp creek #sp token #sp craig #sp tweek #sp kenny #sp bunny #sp butters #sp wendy #sp cartman #sp headcanons #sp karen

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Winky ❄️

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

WC: 1.6k

AU: Soulmate AU - whatever you draw/write on your skin shows up on your soulmate's.

Warnings: I finished this when sleep deprived and it is unedited, mentions of food

A/N: Hi all! Sorry for my absence, I promise you I am still alive, though I do sadly have Covid right now. Despite all this, I have decided to try and pull myself together to give you this! I can't promise it's great, but it’s something. I didn’t finish this when I meant to so it’s a few hours late for Christmas, but happy Christmas to everyone who celebrates it! To everyone else, I hope you have a happy holiday and a well deserved break!

To many, the holiday season was a great time of year, with Christmas fairs filled with what could barely be called rides and only the steaming, expensive cocoa to warm up your hands as everyone’s warm breath steamed up the air. Not to mention the grand meals and all the presents. That wasn’t exactly the case in Hawkins, Indiana. People still gave presents and such, but no one really made a big fuss otherwise, with very few houses decorating their exterior.

Y/N’s house was one of them. It wasn’t that their family loved Christmas or celebrated it religiously, it was just because it was always something they had done where they came from. It did make them stand out a bit more though. Needless to say, the mixture of this detail and Hawkins being a small town made it quite obvious that the Y/L/N’s were new to Hawkins. And that fascinated Steve Harrington.

What fascinated him more, however, by the seemingly mindless scrawlings that had been appearing on his arm, mostly his wrists and hands. They weren’t new, just more common now. Steve wondered what had been the cause, though he wasn’t complaining. This carried on until Christmas day, when he decided to change this.

Steve sat in his room, staring at a new doodle on his inner wrist of a snowman winking, and he couldn’t help but wonder if it was specifically meant for him or if his soulmate had forgotten that he could see their doodles. After about 10 minutes of contemplation, Steve saw a Sharpie out of the corner of his eye and knew what he had to do, so he grabbed it, uncapped the lid and held it in his mouth as he wrote: ‘Merry Christmas! I hope you have a good Christmas. Or Hanukkah. Or I guess just Happy Holidays in general if you don’t celebrate either.’ on his inner forearm, before quickly adding ‘P.S. nice snowman :)’

Steve recapped the sharpie and stared at his message, willing for a response. When he didn’t get one within a few minutes, he started rationalising why in his head. Maybe they were busy. Or maybe they just didn’t want to talk to him. Or they had just had a bad day and weren’t in the mood for conversation in general. No matter the reason, he couldn’t seem to calm himself, just in case something had happened to his soulmate, but he didn’t want to seem desperate: he was Steve Harrington, he wasn’t desperate.

All fear washed away when he saw writing appear on his other arm. ‘Happy Holidays to you too :) P.S. thank you, his name is Winky.’

Steve didn’t hesitate to write back: ‘Winky, hey? I bet he’s no cuter than you.’

Another response shortly followed: ‘You’re too sweet. That reminds me, sorry for all the doodles, I just moved to a new place so I’m very bored.’

‘What, like a whole new place? State and everything?’

‘Yup. I know absolutely no one here and school hasn’t restarted yet, not that it’d be easy to make friends in senior year anyway.’

‘That sounds like the worst Christmas present ever.’

‘Oh yeah. I gotta go but I’ll make you another doodle later.’

‘Promise?’

‘Of course.’

By the end of the conversation, Steve was grinning like an idiot. That was, until he saw the time, at which he yelled a curse word, grabbed a jacket and sprinted to his car, which he started and drove as quickly as he legally could to Dustin’s house.

“You’re late,” stated a cold, agitated Dustin, who had been waiting on the porch.

“Yeah well I got preoccupied. Why were you waiting out here anyway?”

“It was either this or listen to my mom talk about some gross thing Tews did again,” Dustin said with a shiver, though Steve was unsure if it was from the bitter wind or the thoughts of the boy’s mom’s stories. The older boy shook his head and chuckled slightly, before hearing something to his right, causing the boys to look over, only to see one of the town’s new residents who had moved in next door taking out the trash.

“Hey Y/N,” Dustin greeted.

“Hey Dustin,” they replied, sending the two boys a polite smile before starting to head back inside, pulling their jacket tightly around them in an attempt to hold in warmth.

“I’m Steve,” he awkwardly interjected, making Y/N stop and give him an amused smile. After a few seconds, he added: “Welcome to Hawkins.” Y/N nodded a thanks and headed inside, whilst Dustin stared at the doofus next to him.

“You lost all your game, Harrington.”

“Shut up,” an embarrassed Steve muttered, ruffling the boy’s hair as he walked past him and into Dustin’s house. Dustin groaned, fixed his hair and followed.

Meanwhile, Y/N hung out in their kitchen, snacking on some chocolate and watching their mum finish baking some brownies.

“Y’know, you could’ve made these yesterday and still have given them to the neighbours today. Brownies don’t go out of date in one day,” Y/N remarked.

“Yes, but they’re better fresh like this. Besides, you know your dad would eat them before they had even cooled down if given the chance, it’s a good thing that he’s asleep right now, which reminds me: would you mind delivering these? My back’s been hurting again and I’m so tired.”

“Sure.”

And that was how Y/N ended up on the Hendersons’ doorstep. After they knocked, they could hear some discussion from inside, presumably agreeing who should get the door, until eventually, Steve from earlier opened it, and it was clear that whoever he was expecting to see, it was not Y/N.

“Uh, Steve, right?”

“Um… yeah.”

“You don’t sound too sure,” Y/N teased, making him chuckle a little nervously.

“Right… do you want me to get Dustin? Or Mrs. Henderson?”

“Oh no, it’s fine. I just came to deliver these brownies. Little Christmas gift from the Y/S/Ns. Or just… a holiday gift if they don’t celebrate Christmas.”

“Well on behalf of the Hendersons, thank you, I can guarantee they will go down well.”

“My mom will be glad to hear it,” Y/N said, holding out the box for Steve to take. When he reached out to take it, Y/N caught a glimpse of all the doodles and writings on his now exposed arm. They couldn’t see all the writing and thought it too personal to want to read, but all the doodles seemed extremely familiar, because they looked exactly like the ones they had doodled. “I like the drawings,” they commented, not wanting to mention anything too personal.

“Hm? Oh, those were my soulmate. They doodle a lot.”

“I get that, I do the same. Kinda feel bad for mine because of it.”

“I love the drawings. Especially one I got today. It was a snowman winking.” Oh.

“Did you give it a name?”

“My soulmate did, called him Winky.” If it wasn’t already obvious enough, that was the final puzzle piece Y/N needed to know that they had met their soulmate.

“I love that. Well it was nice to properly meet you, Steve, but I have to get back home. I’ll see you around,” they said with a smile, trying not to show Steve that their brain was going into overdrive with this information.

“See ya,” Steve said, closing the door, immediately frowning once he couldn’t see Y/N anymore. Steve may have been an idiot, but he wasn’t dumb, he knew something was up.

“Who was it?” Dustin yelled from his room.

“Y/N, they brought brownies their mom baked,” Steve yelled back, heading back to Dustin.

“I know who my favourite neighbours are now,” Dustin commented, practically drooling at the thought of brownies, until he saw the thoughtful look on Steve’s face. “Oh no, you’re thinking, that’s never good.”

“Y/N was acting weird. They saw my soulmate’s doodles and then… I don’t know, maybe I’m just overthinking it.”

“Okay, we’ll if you’re not overthinking it and you’re right, I can think of 3 possible reasons that involve you. 1. they’re your soulmate, 2. they thought you were attractive and then became painfully aware that relationships that aren’t with your soulmate in the end game are kind of futile, or 3. they just thought you were creepy and wanted to get away from you.”

“Was that last one supposed to cheer me up?”

“Just telling you my theories.” Steve sighed.

“Just take the brownies.”

When holding them out, Steve and Dustin both noticed something appearing on the older boy’s upper arm and turned all their attention to watching what was forming. It was a gingerbread man and a message (Steve was holding his breath the whole time it was written): ‘Enjoy the brownies :)’. The two had already frozen, but if they hadn’t, they definitely would have at that moment.

“Holy shit,” Dustin muttered. “Why are you still here? Your soulmate is literally next door! Go!” And so Steve did. He practically threw the brownies at Dustin and failed several times at putting his jacket on as he ran outside, his arm constantly missing the sleeve. He only stopped running when he realised that he would have to knock on their door and possibly meet one of their parents already, and he didn’t really want to do that right now.

“Cold feet?” asked a familiar voice from behind him.

“Y/N,” he breathed, turning to face them.

“I told you I’d make you another doodle.” A large and genuine smile made its way to Steve’s face, one that Y/N’s copied.

“Then thank you for my favourite Christmas present.”

#fall-writes #stranger things imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #christmas fic

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earnestly-endlessly · 3 years

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Hi! I'm wondering if you can make a list of fics where Erik's jewish heritage isn't ignored? I just came across the fact that a lot of authors don't explore this part of him for some reason and i found it kinda upsetting so i'm wondering if you have any recs! I liked "As They Kiss, Consume" and "Who Shall be King Hereafter" by sherwoodfox, in case anyone who's reading this ask is interested in the same topic.

Hi Anon. I'm sorry for taking so long with this list but your request sent me on a wide search for fics that fit with your request. I tried to find a variety of fics where Erik's Jewish heritage is addressed. Some of them aren't necessarily cherik, but most of them are. I hope you enjoy this list.

Mistletoe, Latkes, and Long-Term Revenge Strategies – pocky_slash

Summary: Charles knows that Erik hates working at a department store in the best of times. Being Jewish in a department store during the holiday season is far from the best of times. He does what he can to help.

A Nice Boy (the Family Matters Edition) – pocky_slash

Summary: Erik's not sure whether the problem is that he doesn't want his parents to meet Charles or that he doesn't want Charles to meet his parents. Either way, he never invites Charles to brunch. Why should he? It's not like they're dating.

A Road Trip to Pennsylvania – Aainiouu

Summary: For a year Charles has nurtured the biggest and most embarrassing crush known to man towards Erik. They are friends and roommates and when Erik asks Charles to accompany him to home on Thanksgiving of course Charles goes.

In the Bleak Midwinter – keire_ke

Summary: It is not easy to find out, well into the second decade of the twenty-first century, that your mother arranged a marriage for you. It is even less easy to convince her that you have no interest in the very fertile Magda, she of the wide hips and lustrous auburn hair. Fortunately, with a good friend at his side over the holiday weekend, Erik is sure he will prevail.

Speech Making – phalangine

Summary: Modern Emma AU- Charles Xavier, accomplished matchmaker and headmaster of North America’s preeminent school for mutants, intends to add another notch to his belt: setting up his friend Moira. His oldest friend, Erik, has doubts about this plan.

Charles doesn’t share them.

This is life (and everything’s all right) – pocky_slash

Summary: Edie Lehnsherr came into Charles' life long before he ever heard Erik Lehnsherr's name, and her death left a gaping hole in the lives of everyone in Charles' family. As the first Purim without her approaches, he begins to get creative in his efforts to bring everyone out of their grief. Kitchen creativity, however, is not quite his strength....

Bashert – AvengingAngel

Summary: Erik and Charles meet and fall in love. I wanted to write a story where Erik had a huge family. Pretty fluffy (for me anyways). I suck at summaries.

Note: The summary doesn’t reveal much but if you’re looking for a fic where Erik is jewish and has a large family with a heavy dose of cherik fluff and angst then this one is for you.

Math Reasons – pearl_o, pocky_slash

Summary: "Mom says Erik always knows what he wants, it just sometimes takes him a little while to actually realize it," Ruth said.

Charles fell in love with Erik the first night they met, the first week of freshman year. Two years of friendship, adventures, arguments, hijinks, secrets, and summer visits later, Erik is starting to catch up.

Ser

It’s kind of our whole things – pearl_o, pocky_slash

Summary: After two years of best friendship, Charles and Erik thought they knew everything there was to know about each other. They're surprised, then, when their first summer as a couple reveals that they have a lot to learn about each other and themselves.

Sequel to Math Reasons

A Winter in New York – nextraordinaire

Summary: Charles and Erik have been childhood friends for as long as they can remember – Erik, living with his mother in Queens, and Charles in the big mansion in Westchester. For all, expect themselves, it was just natural progression that they'd end up together.

A series of ficlets from the same universe – can be read as separate and are out of chronological order.

Baby, It’s Cold Outside – heyjupiter

Summary: "It's just, this is my first Chanukah away from my parents. And it's--it's like 90 degrees out."

Erik Lehnsherr and Kitty Pryde celebrate a Genoshan Chanukah. It's a little different from the way it used to be in New York, but some unexpected visitors help them embrace the spirit of the holiday season.

Hold Back the Rain (front!strict mashup) – euphorbic

Summary: Charles Xavier: society darling, powerful political activist, well-known professor, and Dominant.

Erik Lehnsherr: anti-social, international motorcycle racer, and defiant submissive.

Erik is at Sepang in Malaysia for the fourteenth leg of the International World Championship. After doing poorly in qualifying, he's furious to find he has to take another VIP around the track instead of meeting Charles at the KL airport.

The Swan – waitfornight

Summary: In 1939 Erik and his sister Ruth are sent to Devonshire, England, during the Kindertransport refugee program to live with Kurt and Sharon Marko as foster children just before the start of World War II. Angry and wishing he could return home on the night of his seventeenth birthday, Erik meets a boy alone in the forest who is cursed to transform each day into a swan, only taking his true form by night.

Swan Lake AU.

The boy with the heart on his sleeve – euphorbic

Summary: Charles loses a high-stakes bet to Raven and is required to get a tattoo. However, when he makes a disparaging remark about the art form, Raven's acerbic mentor, Erik, steps in.

Or, the one where Erik and Raven are tattoo artists.

The Wurst Case Scenario – sareyen

Summary:If anyone asked why Charles, come rain, wind or shine, made the significant trek during his dismal lunch hour to dine at "Edie's Kosher Delicatessen", he would stubbornly say that it was because their pastrami on rye and potato knishes were absolutely to die for. He wasn't completely lying, because the deli's namesake, Edie Lehnsherr, made the best matzah ball soup Charles has ever had in his life. Still, Charles would rather shave his full head of hair off than admit that the real reason he would willingly walk through hail and fire to get to the corner deli was because of Erik, the insanely attractive man working the counter.

Sure, Erik has barely spoken two words to Charles other than "Hello, what can I get you?" or, after the third day in a row that Charles came to the deli, "Welcome back, what can I get you?", but Charles was more than happy to just ogle at the man from afar while devouring the juicy wurst Erik had put together with his (large and very capable) hands.

But, little does Charles know, Erik doesn't usually work the front counter. He only does it when he knows the cute blue-eyed man will be dining in.

This is life (and everything’s all right) – pocky_slash

c'est regarder ensemble dans la même direction – melonbutterfly

Summary: Since that day on the beach, Charles and Erik have learned to agree to disagree for the sake of living and working together. Then, for Christmas, and Charles gives Erik Hanukkah back a second time, and their relationship shifts a little further.

Terrible Hanukkah Sweaters and Other Life Challenges – professor

Summary: “Why am I here again?” Erik groans.

“I need you to lift things and glower at people over my shoulder when I tell people that it’s not ‘politically correct’ or a ‘war on Christmas’ to have a non-denominational winter holiday festival,” says Theresa Pryde.

Well, at least those are two things he’s good at.

Shrapnel – librata

Summary: It's late 1940, and tensions between the Axis and the Allies are tightening. Displaced and alone, 16-year-old German Jew Erik Lehnsherr finds himself employed as a servant by some snobby, terrible family in England whose house is far too big and whose money never seems to end. The worst part is, he isn't just mucking stables or cleaning plates–-he's tasked with tending to the whiny, disabled son named Charles, who might just drive Erik into absolute madness.

Or, the World War II fic in which Erik and Charles experience a changing world and a lot of teen angst.

Defying Expectations – Baamon5evr

Summary: Charles and Erik meet each other’s family. Neither of them gets what they expect.

table for three – pocky_slash

Summary: Erik should have known to call ahead to the Chinese restaurant--it's Christmas Eve and he lives in a predominantly Jewish neighborhood, after all. But before he can go home to mourn the loss of another one of his mother's yearly traditions, he's accosted by a teenage girl with a strange proposition--that he should stay and have dinner with her and her mother, instead.

different from all other nights – metonymy

Summary: "This year we are slaves; next year we will be free." Kitty and Erik host a seder for Passover at the Xavier School.

Libertad – ariadnes_string

Summary: Erik knew the look, had seen it his whole life, even before the war. ”You, with your height and blue eyes and straight nose, you can pass. You can be free of us. You are not marked with your difference.” If you only knew, he’d thought then. He thought the same thing now. And it was that thought, as much as anything, that made him move towards the gate.

Wash Away – sebastian2017

Summary: One quiet, lonely morning, before Yom Kippur, Erik makes his way to the sea in search of forgiveness.

After? There is No ‘After’ – Unrepentant_Marvelist

Summary: Erik knows what he is for. He has known his responsibilities as a survivor since the moment he woke under a scratchy, lice-infested blanket in the Red Army hospital. His world is painted in lucid blacks and whites (so often splashed in red) and there is no room for uncertainty or indecision... until a certain sunburned Englishman throws himself into his world.

The Children of an Idle Brain – Margo_Kim

Summary: Sometimes, when he’s lucky, Schmidt can’t hurt him. It’s like there’s a room inside of Erik’s head that’s he’s usually locked out of, that won’t open no matter if he beats himself bloody against it. On those days, he endures. But sometimes—and Erik doesn’t know why, whether it’s that the stars align or some higher power takes pity or Erik screams loud enough to earn his reward—the door opens. Erik can duck inside and slam it behind him and watches himself through the windows as Schmidt slowly, methodically tortures him to strength.

These days, this past week, there’s a boy in the room with him and he tells Erik, “That’s horrible,” like that means something.

Somehow, across the world, Erik's and Charles' minds touch when they need each other most. They can't be sure that the other boy is real. They suspect that he is not. But that doesn't mean they aren't each other's lifeline until they lose each other and then for a while longer.

Tehillim – kvikindi

Summary: Erik, in Israel, afterwards: another life he could have had. If.

I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) – childishinquiry

Summary: Erik has worn long sleeves his whole life, even before they had to wear yellow stars. Marching along his arm, in neat, black, English letters, are the words "My name's Charles Xavier."

Precious Few Years – sherwoodfox

Summary: Erik and Charles (known only to each other by the letters inscribed on their wrists) are meant to be together, soulmates, destined for the most powerful kind of love and connection a human being can experience.

But they are separated in almost every possible way- by distance, by circumstance, by language, by war. Their chances of success- of finding one another in the labyrinth of the world- are very slim. There is a reason why most people never find their soulmates.

But of course, Charles and Erik aren't ordinary children-

They have their gifts.

#cherik #cherik fic recs #fic recs #Erik is Jewish #holocaust #asks #earnestly answers

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lovetorn · 3 years

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secret santa — chains!au [dream]

Dream x Fem!Reader Chains!AU — original fic here

Chains!AU masterlist

Summary: Secret Santa with the OT4.

Warnings: as always, a lot of swearing, & some steamy sections but nothing too hot.

Word Count: 3.6k+

A/N: AHHH ITS FINALLY HERE!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!! AND HAPPY HANUKKAH TO ANYONE WHO CELEBRATES IT!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND LOVE THIS AS MUCH AS I DO!!!

The letter from Technoblade was extremely vague. He had ordered for a meeting as soon as possible and seeing as it was a week until Christmas, his employees dreaded the occasion.

Y/n, George, Sapnap and Dream dragged their feet towards the entrance of Techno’s mansion. The vast white house took up most of one’s eye line, with the building’s tall white pillars signalling the importance of the man who lived there. Sapnap wore a permanent pout on the journey there and continued to do so until the group stood in the elegant ballroom in the middle bottom floor of the mansion.

“If we get yelled at, I’m leaving.” George threw Sapnap a bored look, silently telling him to shut up as the last of their associates entered. Techno was nowhere to be seen, as usual, but the anticipation—dread—of knowing the situation, had Dream on edge. He was more snappy than normal and he wore a hard expression that not even Y/n could crack.

“It’s Christmas, what the fuck could he possibly want?” Dream spat, crossing his arms over his chest. Y/n peered at him and placed her hand on his bicep. The touch made Dream snap his head towards her, his eyes slightly softening at the sight of her. “Sorry.”

Y/n shook her head, “It’s okay to be angry.” Dream dragged the side of his mouth between his teeth in annoyance. The sound of someone clearing their throat caused the room to fall silent.

“You’re probably wondering why I called you here this close to Christmas.” Techno’s deep voice bounced off the walls. The statement made George, Sapnap and Dream nod exaggeratedly.

“I suppose I’ll get on with it then; I’ve decided to host a Secret Santa for Techno Industries this year!” At the sound of nothing life-threatening, Dream’s eyes widened. His head on a swivel, he looked at Y/n and then the boys. His mouth had fallen open and the outline of a smile began forming on his cheeks. The rare sight of Dream grinning in Techno’s presence was satisfying; who would’ve guessed something as trivial as Secret Santa would break his streak of sternness during in these meetings.

“I have already picked out your partners, so check your phones for the person you’ll be buying for,” It was exceptionally out of character for Techno to be so joyful, but perhaps the holiday season had brought his spirits up. “Have a great evening, everybody! Happy Christmas! And Happy Hanukkah for those who celebrate it!”

The high-pitched dings of phone notifications prompted everybody to check them. Fishing her phone from her purse, Y/n looked at the screen, Sapnap. A smile broke out across her face as she looked around the group.

She met George’s gaze, who also wore a grin. Looking at Dream and then Sapnap, she realised they were all beaming. She furrowed her eyebrows quickly when all four of them were eyeing each other, knowing something was up.

“Tell me, Y/n, did you happen to get someone in this group?” Sapnap asked, his smile growing even more when she nodded. “I did too,” Dream said, followed by George, “Yeah same.”

“Guys! We got each other! Almost looks like it was rigged.” Sapnap‘s eyebrows raised whilst a smirk etched its way on his face.

George eyeballed him, “Sapnap, how did you know this was even happening? Anyway, that defeats the entire purpose of secret Santa in the first place. How did you even manage to do this?” Sapnap scrunched his face up, “So many questions and no answers! A magician never reveals his secrets. Plus, nobody actually cares, Georgie; get a life.”

A look of confusion and irritation crossed George’s face as he threw his hands up. Dream stifled a laugh with his fist and Y/n smiled softly, not wanting to annoy George further.

“Anywho… who got me?”

y/n, i need your help. idk what to buy dream.

Y/n rolled her eyes as she received the messages from Sapnap. She set down the bowl she held in the kitchen of the team’s penthouse apartment in San Diego and picked up her phone to respond.

your problem.

Reading her text, Sapnap groaned out loud and falsely cried; he knew if he was loud enough, somebody would come to his aid. He sat on his bed in his room, the clock ticking mockingly in the background. He spun around to scowl at it before he was startled by Dream—wrong person!

“What’s wrong now, Snapmap?” Dream asked. The younger boy stilled and turned back to see the older boy standing in the doorway. “N-Nothing!”

Dream furrowed his eyebrows, “Has this got to do with the present thing?” Sapnap nodded stiffly. The breeze from the open window drifted through the room and Sapnap begged for something outside to distract Dream.

“Well, I can probably help you, who have you got?” Dream walked to the bed where Sapnap sat. “George?” His answer sounded more like a question as Dream’s face scrunched in confusion. Sapnap’s paranoid essence told Dream not to push any further, but he found the situation at hand funnier than it should've been.

“I’ve got George.” Sapnap reddened and shot up from his spot. “I gotta go.”

Dream watched his friend rush out of the room, a lopsided smile made its way onto his face. He glanced out of the window, the birds flying past distracting him for a moment before he snorted a laugh and made his way downstairs.

—

“I fucked it, he knows I don’t have George, because he does!” Sapnap rambled to Y/n quietly in the kitchen. Y/n tried her best not to giggle at his panic and placed her hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, Sapnap. Clay’s not smart enough to figure it out himself.”

“Hey!” Sapnap’s eyes widened at the sound of Dream’s voice and threw his hand up at Y/n before he exited.

“What’s this about me not being smart?” Dream sounded hurt, but the grin on his face told otherwise. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Really?” “Mhmm.”

Dream folded his lips between his teeth as he approached Y/n from his place in the doorway. “Something tells me, you’re lying.”

Y/n shook her head as Dream’s hands ran over her hips. She bit down on her bottom lip as his face inched closer to hers. “You wouldn’t lie to me, Y/n? Would you?” The girl shook her head, tilting her head to meet his gaze. Dream’s tongue darted out to wet his lips as his eyes shifted from her eyes to her lips.

“I need you to help me decide what to get George.” Y/n stepped back from Dream’s grip and groaned. “Seriously?”

Dream lent over, his hands on his knees as he laughed. Y/n joined in with his cackles, swiftly moving around the kitchen to tend to the beeping oven. The tantalising aroma of fresh cookies filled the small space and Dream’s eyes lit up. “Cookies?”

His jaw fell open at the sight of the sweets before he hurried towards the hot tray that sat on the counter. The chocolatey biscuits sat untouched, and Dream hovered over them, the steam heating his face.

“They’re hot!” Y/n’s statement was ignored by him as he reached out to pluck a cookie off of the tray. Dream quickly retracted his hand as his fingertips brushed the hot metal. “Fuck!”

He cradled his hand in his other as he turned towards Y/n, pouting. “You know for a man in your line of work, I'd expect you to be less of a pussy.”

Dream’s frown deepened as he held his fingers out to her, “Help me!” Y/n threw her head backwards in exasperation, fighting back a smile. “Fine.”

Y/n had bought and finished Sapnap’s Secret Santa present. She held it out at arm’s length to admire her wrapping and moved to place it in her closet to hide it. She was just about to shove it behind her shoe rack when a voice made her jump.

“Hey,” Dream popped his head into Y/n’s room. She smiled at him and closed the closet doors without properly hiding Sapnap’s present. “Hi.”

“I’ve got something for you,” He said, rounding his arm from behind his back. He held a small, red gift bag and the sight made Y/n gasp.

“I didn’t know we were doing presents, Clay.” Her eyes filled with tears at the sentiment and for not thinking about buying Dream a present. “We weren’t, but I saw this and had to get it for you.”

Dream guided Y/n to sit on her bed. He handed her the bag and waited for her to open it, jabbing his fingers in her sides in an attempt to hurry the process.

“Stop poking me, I’m opening it.” She laughed, pulling a black box from the bag. Y/n’s eyes widened as she glanced at Dream, who sat with his thumbnail in his mouth. He let out a nervous laugh before Y/n opened the box.

A small gold pendant with faint engravings of an animal sat within the velvet, the chain hidden under the material. Y/n tilted her head as she brought it closer to her face, tears blurring her vision. “It’s a lion; it symbolises strength, and you are the strongest woman I know, Y/n. You mean the absolute world to me, you know that?”

Y/n nodded, lolling her head the rest on Dream’s shoulder “—plus, I’m a Leo, so it’s fitting.” Y/n shoved his shoulder. “It’s gorgeous.”

She carefully brought her hand to remove it from the box, her hands shaking. “Stop shaking,” Dream laughed, taking the necklace from her hands. “I’m sorry! I’m nervous.”

“You don’t think I am too?” He uttered, unclasping the hook.

“Aw, you’re nervous?” Y/n whispered, a tearful grin on her face. Dream blushed whilst he nodded. “Now, turn around.”

Y/n did as she was told and lifted her hair up. The cold, thin chain rested against her skin, the small pendant falling on her collarbones. Before she released her hair, she felt Dream’s lips against the nape of her neck. Flushing, Y/n twisted her body so she was facing him again.

She brought her arms up to wrap around his neck in a hug, Dream circling his around her torso. “Thank you,” She whispered. “I love it.”

Dream sighed, nudging his nose against her ear, “I love you.” Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, her emotions in overdrive as she felt him peck her cheek. Y/n craned her head back so she could look into Dream’s. “I love you.”

Dream softly smiled before he dipped his head to connect their lips in a kiss. Y/n hummed at the feeling, her fingers moving to toy with the hairs at the bottom of his neck. Dream pulled away quickly, only to press his mouth back against her’s, his hands lifting her shirt up.

A deep groan came from the back of Dream’s throat as Y/n tugged on his hair, the sound making her smile into his mouth. Suddenly, a soft pinch pricked the skin of her waist as she yelped gently. “Stop laughing at me, baby.”

This only made Y/n giggle harder as she pulled away from Dream, a pout upon his features. She tipped her head to the side, a mocking frown on her face. Dream huffed and attempted to untangle their limbs whilst fighting a smile. Y/n reached out to grasp his wrists, the action causing Dream to stop moving.

He cocked an eyebrow at Y/n before she tugged at his wrists and brought his face back to hers. The closeness of their lips and the mingling of breath was euphoric as Y/n closed her eyes to kiss him again—before she was rudely interrupted.

“Who’d you get for Secret Santa?”

“Clay!”

Sapnap, George, Y/n and Dream had taken refuge next to the food table, choosing to stand away from the cluster of other associates in the middle of the room. Sapnap had complained beforehand about interacting with them, and as a group, they had decided it was best for all of them not to mingle. Although, Y/n had left to greet her friend, Niki at the beginning of the night and was soon dragged back to the group by Sapnap.

They had been waiting on Technoblade to start the exchange of gifts for an hour now. Growing bored, Sapnap elbowed George in the ribs sharply, a giggle escaping his lips at the sound of his friend in pain, “Fuck off, Sapnap.”

Dream’s arm was thrown over Y/n’s shoulders, her body turned to fit into his side. She looked up at him, expecting to be met with the usual hard expression Dream wore during meetings with Techno, but instead, she admired the faint upturn of the corners of his mouth.

Finally, Technoblade waltzed into the room, his red velvet suit glittering in the light of the vast chandeliers above. His blossom hair was pulled back into a plait at the back of his head, and his two unusually sharp bottom teeth were visible from where the group stood as they watched him smirk. Sapnap rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, earning a jab in the ribs from George. “Dickhead,” he uttered through closed teeth.

Technoblade scanned his eyes over the small gathering of employees in front of him. Golden bells and feathery tinsel hung from the walls and the soft rhythm of festive music played at the back of the ballroom. Despite the joyous atmosphere, his face remained stoic as he cleared his throat.

“Good evening, everyone.”

—

The exchange of gifts soon began, everybody moving to the back corner of the ballroom to pick out their present.

Y/n, Sapnap, George and Dream decided to go get their presents last. Once they had all picked out the present with their name on it, George pushed Y/n’s shoulder lightly.

“Ladies first.” Y/n rolled her eyes and reached into the green bag. Her fingers wrapped around a brick-shaped item, the form oddly familiar as she lifted it out. The wrapped walkie talkie sat delicately in her grip. Y/n’s face lit up as she peeled the red paper away.

“Oh my god…”

“Dream told me you needed a new one since Schlatt destroyed your last one, so ta-da~!” George wore a silly grin as he watched Y/n admire the shiny, new walkie talkie. “I love it, thank you, Georgie.”

She brought him into a hug, her tight embrace showing George how grateful she actually was—he knew her time with Schlatt was traumatic, so he wanted to assure her that they were always there, more so when she was alone; even if that was in the form of a walkie talkie.

“It’s my turn!” Sapnap laughed. He snatched the small wrapped box from the floor next to him. His face lit up as his fingers quickly moved to tear away at the wrapping paper. George furrowed his eyebrows at the oddly shaped gift and glanced at Dream who shook his head. They both turned to look at Y/n who gazed at Sapnap, meeting eyes again when they came to the realisation that it was she who bought the present.

Sapnap pulled out a stack of red and white cards tied together with a green bow. He laughed in disbelief at the sight of the colours of his favourite fast-food restaurant.

“Chick-Fil-A gift cards?” He beamed, his gaze scanning over his friends before Y/n raised her hand. “Y/n! I love you! Thank you!”

He stepped forward to wrap his arm around her shoulder in a half-hug. Y/n did the same, whispering a quick, ‘no problem’ to him.

Dream narrowed his eyes at Sapnap, who’s smile only grew bigger. “Calm down, green boy, why do you hate me?”

“Ok, I’m next.” Dream announced, ignoring the question. He moved his growing hair out of his eyes as he brought the wrapped box in front of him.

“You should’ve gotten him some hair clippers for that mop,” Y/n laughed, shoving Dream while he fake laughed and grimaced. Sapnap barked out a laugh and encouraged Dream to open the present. “Chill out.”

Sapnap rolled his eyes and watched as Dream ripped the paper off, a smirk playing at his lips. “Oh look! Hair clippers!”

The group burst into hysterics at the sight of the box that did, in fact, contain hair clippers. “I hate you guys.”

“Be grateful, Dreamy! I paid good money for those.” Sapnap exclaimed, his laughs making it difficult to understand him. “While you're at it, shave that disgusting beard shit you’ve got going on, it’s gross.”

“It’s hardly a beard. You’re just jealous because you can’t grow one as good as me,” Dream teased, earning a scoff from Sapnap, “That’s bullshit.”

Dream gave Sapnap a bemused look and stepped forward to wrap his arm around his neck in a headlock. “You’re such a fuckin’ idiot.”

Sapnap’s giggles attracted the attention of surrounding members, their laughter joining in with the group of four when they saw what was going on.

“Well, unlike Sapnap, I actually got you a good present, George.” Dream said, releasing the youngest from the headlock. George peered down at the large red and green gift bag he held.

“Ok…” He reached into the bag but stopped when his face scrunched up. Dream snorted out a laugh, his wheeze making it hard for everyone to keep a straight face. “Dream, what the fuck is this?”

Dream’s laughs only intensified when George pulled a singular piece of wet spaghetti. Y/n laughed out loud with a puzzled expression, and Sapnap slapped his knee with tears in his eyes.

“Oh no! Did I put the wrong present in the bag?” Dream struggled to breathe through his cackles. George genuinely seemed hurt as he pouted, his head dropping towards the floor.

“NO! No, George, I’m kidding—here,” Dream moved to pull something from his back pocket. George lifted his head and his frown was immediately replaced with a look of shock when Dream dropped a gold compass in his palm. George was unable to form a coherent sentence as he gazed at Dream, his eyes becoming watery. “How?”

“I contacted your dad, actually, and he was more than happy to send it over.” Dream said, happily accepting George's hug when he wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Sapnap glanced at Y/n, confused until George noticed.

“It was my Grandad’s compass. He took this everywhere he went during the war. I thought it was gone forever when he died.” Sapanp’s eyebrows raised and his jaw fell, “Woah.”

“Y/n helped me.” Dream admitted, motioning his hand to her as she waved.

“Y/n.” George moved to hug the girl next, his tears falling onto her shoulder. She exhaled a laugh and brought her hand to the back of his head, “It was no problem, honestly. I know how much it means to you.”

George pulled back, wiping at his cheeks, suddenly very embarrassed at making a scene. “Sorry guys.”

“Don’t be sorry, Georgie, it’s a sentimental gift, we understand,” Sapnap said, patting his friend’s back. “But why wasn’t I a part of this?”

Tugging on Dream’s sleeve, Y/n pulled him back inside his bedroom. “I’ve got a present for you.”

“Uh—we gotta be downstairs in like 5 minutes,” Dream laughed, the tips of his ears reddening as he jutted his thumb over his shoulder. “No! Not that type of present, get your head out of the gutter.”

Dream continued to giggle, even when Y/n sat him down on his bed. “Close your eyes.”

Y/n rushed to his wardrobe to reach up and grab the long, flat box that laid on the middle shelf. She placed it in his lap and then resumed to sit next to him. At the feeling of something on his thighs, Dream opened his eyes. He gave her a pointed look and continued to open the box.

His brought his hand to tuck his hair behind his ear as he reached inside the side of the box. His movement froze when he felt the object and turned to face Y/n. She only laughed as he continued to drag it out of the cardboard. Dream gapped at the feeling of smooth ceramic under his fingers. “Baby..”

“I told you I was going to get you a new one, so I did,” Y/n spoke softly, her voice like honey to him. Dream furrowed his brows and Y/n brought her thumb to smooth out the creases, “Don’t do that, you’ll get wrinkles.”

That elicited a giggle out of Dream. He placed it on his duvet on the other side of him and turned back towards Y/n. “You didn’t need to do this.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, slapping him lightly on the bicep, “Shut up, yes I did. I promised.” Dream shook his head, returning his gaze to the mask.

“I love you, so much. You have no idea.” Y/n squinted one eye and she tilted her head, “I’m pretty sure I have an idea.”

“Oh yeah?” Dream questioned, placing the mask and the box on the floor before he pushed Y/n backwards on the bed. She nodded, moving her hands to his shoulders as he hovered over her.

“I know because I love you so much more,” Dream pulled his head back, looking at her in bewilderment. “No chance.” And when he leaned down to press a kiss to her lips, a scream interrupted them.

“Close your fucking door! Gross!”

“Fuck off, Sapnap!”

#dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken imagine #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #dream smp imagine #dream smp x reader #in chains for you drabble collection #dream imagines #dream x reader #chains!au #dream team imagine

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kurutabaa · 3 years

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Mistletoe Headcanons!

Including Akira/Ren, Ryuji, Ann, Haru, and Futaba!

MERRRY CHRISTMASSS~!

Or Hanukkah~!!!

I hope all of you had a good year and celebrate Christmas/Hanukkah this year. As a toast, I’ll happily write Mistletoe Headcanons for (Majority) of the Phantom Thieves! I really hope you can see the extra effort I tried to put into this, I hope you enjoy🎄🌸🌸

(This may have turned into kissing headcanons while writing, but it’s a win-win either way.)

Akira Kurusu

He is incredibly suave when it comes to kisses, so be prepared for your heart to absolutely melt because of him.

He normally wouldn’t care much about mistletoes, but with you? It’s a whole different story.

It doesn’t really matter wether or not you’re in public, he doesn’t care what other people think (To some extent) and will show his love for you anywhere you feel comfortable.

If his stats are maxed out, he will ABSOLUTELY ask you to dance.

“Would you like to dance, Treasure?”

As he interwines his hand with yours, he’ll gently spin you around and perfectly land you both under the mistletoe without missing a beat.

“Ah, it seems like we’re both under the mistletoe. Would you like to share a kiss~?”

He cups your face and presses a firm yet heartwarming kiss against your lips.

This was all in front of the Phantom Thieves, if you were wondering.

Buuuuuut never mind that! It depends if he’s feeling snarky or greedy that day, because he’ll either continue to pepper you with kisses as your face is beet red or just... Walks away, and the bastard absolutely knows you’ll come up to him wanting more.

“You’re being quite greedy, Treasure. Do you want me to shower you with some affection?”

If you’re both in his room relaxing, he’ll lean in reaaaaally close into your face and hang a mistletoe above the two of you. He likes to wait a few seconds before kissing you to see your reaction.

Making him flustered with a mistletoe usually depends on his mood! If you want to make him go weak in his knees, the best time to do it is when your initiating cuddling with him or whispering reassurance into his ear.

He’ll pull you back into the kiss, muttering sweet words as he pulls back for air.

“I love you, Treasure... I love you so much...”

“You’re the only thing I want this year...”

If you sneakily walk up to him and hang a mistletoe between you two, he’ll smirk and give you a teasing remark before giving you your well deserved kiss.

“You’re so cute, Y/N.”

The two of you can be caught off guard if Futaba randomly hangs a mistletoe above you two while chatting.

“Heeey, what are you two waiting for? Kiss, kiss!”

Akira silently cups your face with his hands and kisses you. Ah, what a charming young man~

Ryuji Sakamoto

He gets flustered just at the mention of a mistletoe. He also thinks the general idea is stupid.

“What’s the point of a mistletoe? Isn’t it just some weird thing to get people to kiss?”

But when it comes to you he reaaallly wants to score a kiss from you under the mistletoe.

Of course he wants to kiss you! But with everyone watching you two like that? Too embarrassing.

Which means you or one of the Phantom Thieves have to initiate it. Oh boy.

If you silently hold up a mistletoe above you two, he’ll stare at you confused until he looks up.

“W-What the heck are you doing with that thing?”

“I wanna kiss you, bonehead.”

“Jeez! If you wanna kiss me, you don’t have to use a stupid mistletoe.”

You found it adorable that he was so shy about kissing you, either because it was in public or that he was caught off guard. Either way, you enjoyed it~

He’s also very oblivious, you two can be standing under a mistletoe and he’ll just continue talking. In situations like that, you just have to kiss him without warning. It gives a cuter reaction, so it’s a win win!

If you keep nagging him with a mistletoe, he’ll slowly get used to it and take advantage of the fact he’ll get kisses~

“..Are you really not gonna stop bothering me with that thing?”

“Nope! Not until Christmas is over.”

“Alright, alright. Come here.”

His kisses are very cute but short! You gotta pull him back in for a longer kiss.

“Are you happy n- MMPH?!”

“Now I’m happy~”

He’s really cute when he gets upset if someone hangs a mistletoe above you two. He has a noticeable blush on his cheeks and he’ll try to avoid eye contact with you.

Who was the culprit? Futaba, of course. It’s always Futaba, heheh~

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Ryuji—“

“S-Shut up!”

After the holidays are over, he’s glad he won’t have to be pestered with a mistletoe. But he will miss the copious amounts of kisses he got from you.

Ann Takamaki

She’s confused about the concept of a mistletoe, but being a fan of romance, is totally down for it.

She’ll usually initiate to get you two under the mistletoe! Either by dragging you under one or casually lifting it up above your heads.

Since she doesn’t care wether or not people see you two being intimate, she’ll do it whenever the time calls.

You find it amusing at how smug and eager she acts whenever you’re under a mistletoe because of her.

“Oh wow, what a surprise! Looks like we’re under the mistletoe.”

“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”

On the other hand, she gets rather flustered if you initiate it. She’ll struggle a bit to look at you in the eye but will gladly kiss you back.

“A mistletoe..?”

“Come here, you dork.”

“Hey, can we do that one more time?”

She loves kissing you, so be prepared to be regulary swept under the mistletoe. The absolute joy on her face is so precious, please cherish her and she’ll do the same back!

If you’re both in private, she’ll be more intimate with you physically and verbally. Lingering kisses that last a few seconds longer, caressing eachothers cheeks, somber words in eachothers ears, she’s so cute~

“Mm, I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too.”

“I’m so lucky, you know that? If you weren’t mine, I’d want you for Christmas! Hehe!”

You can tell how much she adores you just from her kisses. Take good care of her!

She has a big smile on her face and giggles whenever you pull her back in for another kiss.

Ann enjoys to pepper you with kisses afterwards! She loves giving you affection and won’t be afraid to do so.

If you two are both surprised by a mistletoe, wether it be Akira or Futaba, she won’t have any shame and kiss you like usual.

“Ah?! You scared me! What are you doing with that?”

“What do you think I’m doing?”

Out of all of the Phantom Thieves, Akira and Ann have the best kisses.

Haru Okumura

Besides Futaba, she gets easily flustered by the thought of kissing you. But further into the relationship, she became more intimate and initiated kisses with you. Although she does still get a bit shy!

She’s such a hopeless romantic, so she would absolutely melt at the thought of you two kissing under a mistletoe!

She never knew how to bring it up to you, so she, shyly, hung a mistletoe between you two. Sometimes she’ll ask someone else to do it for her, but it’s rare.

“Oh, my. Would you look at that. I guess that means we should kiss, right?”

The shy smile she had on her face made your heart melt, to be honest.

And the way she leans in to kiss you?? It’s so adorable oh my god. Her face is so cute when she puckers her lips and closes her eyes!!

She’s a bit caught off guard when you do kiss her, even if she was expecting it. The quiet yelp makes you smile a bit.

If you two are in public, she’ll pull away after a few seconds and glance around shyly to see if anyone saw that. It’s not like she cares about her image, but someone seeing you two kiss makes her flustered.

But! In private she’s going to be a lot for intimate! She almost seems desperate at times. If you let go, she’ll immediately hug you and kiss you deeply again.

She likes feeling your body, so she’ll run her hands in your hair or caress your cheeks.

Her face is flushed when she pulls back, but she smiles at you and mutters a small “I love you.”

“You’re something money never could buy, dear.”

Being surprised with a mistletoe makes her weak in the knees. The lovesick look on her face can make any man or woman’s heart to ache.

“A mistletoe? Ah, that means..”

Haru always feels energized after you kiss her, so hearing her angelic laugh is usual.

“Hehehe! Thank you for the kiss, Y/N.”

Although she’s happy, she can’t stop feeling so flustered and embarrassed!! Haru usually has a big smile on her face while she embarrasingly covers her face with her hands.

Your heart is absolutely melted at this point, who wouldn’t want to pepper her with kisses and cuddle her afterwards??

Futaba Sakura

Although she enjoys pestering on other peoples love lifes, she has no idea what to do in her own. Heck, she’d never even knew she’d be dating someone as amazing as you. (She loves you a lot by the way, she’s just too shy to say it..)

She totally loves the idea of kissing under a mistletoe, shes seen it in anime all the time. It wouldn’t be too hard, right? Thanks to her being easily embarrassed, she’d be weong.

No way is she going to initiate it, so she’s counting on you to do it for her!

Fourtunatley, she’s easy to read. You can see her staring at the mistletoe nearby or her face flushing whenever she spots a couple kiss under it.

“Eh? What are you doing?”

“You’ll see~”

She immediately notices your dragging her ot the mistletoe and she becomes a stuttering, blushy mess.

“W-W-Wait!! Hold on! I’m not ready! W-What if I mess up and—“

“Shhhh, It’s just a kiss, dork.”

She’ll calm down if you hold her close and caress her cheeks. She always feels so calm when you give her affection.

Futaba still feels extremely embarrassed, but leans in and expects you to close the gap. It’s your choice wether you want to kiss her hard to surprise her or give her a gentle kiss.

You can almost feel her body trembling when your lips both touch. Not that she’s anxious, but oh my goodness she loves you so much that she doesn’t know how to deal with it. Anything you do to her that can be taken romantically makes her knees wobble and her cheeks flush red.

If you’re a bit taller than Futaba, you find it adorable when she leans up on her tippy toes to kiss you.

Futaba still feels embarrassed when you pull back, but loosens up immediately. Returning back to her childish attitude.

“W-Wow! That felt amazing, I-It was like I was the protagonist of a romance anime..”

“Hey, c-can we maybe do that one more time..?”

She had the dumbest smile on her face, totally lovestruck. If Akira saw her like this, she’d know she would be in for a lot of teasing. Touche.

Although she’s still flustered, she regains her fun personality and sometimes hangs up a mistletoe between you two in a teasing manner.

She expects that this time you’ll be embarrassed and she can get some sort of payback for making her so embarrassed, but it’s up to you on how you’ll react.

Futaba is still flustered even in private, but the intimacy in the kiss is very noticeable.

Dear god, start french kissing her and she’ll probably pass out. If you want to be a big tease to her, suddenly deepen the kiss and french kiss her.

She wakes up from her shock pretty fast, and begins punching you in the chest while scolding you.

“W-W-What was that for?! D-Did you really have to do that?!”

She’d rather be dead then admit this, but she liked it a lot when you did that~

Dies from embarrassment if Akira hangs a mistletoe above the both of you. She loathes that shit eating grin he has on his face, must’ve been payback for all the times shes teased him about his flowy pants.

“A-A m-mistletoe?!”

“What a coincidence, you and Y/N are both underneath it.”

“Don’t act so innocent, Akira!”

You had to chuckle at that, who wouldn’t? Besides, getting to see an upset Futaba was adorable.

As she argues with Akira, this is the perfect chance to catch her off guard and kiss her. You’ll have to thank Akira for this later.

“A-Ah.. Wait, I shouldn’t be grateful! Don’t do that again, Akira!”

As flustered she can get, she adores your kisses and would suffer through anything to get them~

Dec 25 - Happy Holidays from Susumu 🌸

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Aziraphale’s Library Festive Countdown: Week 2

Hi all, Mod B here once again! Apologies this is going out a little late, but I have a very exciting announcement: the Aziraphale’s Library Festive Countdown now has an ao3 collection where you can easily access holiday fics from this year and last year! So if you need a place to check out several wonderful festive works, you know where to look! :D Now, onwards with all the holiday recs!

As Hanukkah started last Thursday, I decided to make a rec list dedicated to Hanukkah fics. If anyone celebrates any other holidays that they’d like me to dig up some fics for, do let me know! This countdown is for everyone and every celebration, and I love reading variety for the festive season.

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shed a sweet light by attheborder “Angel, why didn’t you just tell them you were Jewish?” “But I’m not! That would be lying!” Crowley raised an eyebrow. “You’re not… not Jewish. You’re as Old Testament as they come. And it would’ve worked. Probably.” “I’ll be sure to remember that one,” Aziraphale said haughtily, “the next time I am besieged by— by holiday influencers.”

This fic is hilarious, it does a brilliant job at mocking the general commercial chaos of Christmas and influencers without it bringing down the light tone in any way. Aziraphale and Crowley’s relationship develops really well, and there are some really fun moments where you’re rooting for them.

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Lost In Time (and its infinite reflections) by starknight “Why are you helping me?” Crowley slurred. Aziraphale had no idea. “Because you’re hurt,” he said. “Because I’m an angel,” he tried again. He winced, but made one last tentative argument. “Because, er… it’s Chanukah?” “G-g-good enough,” Crowley managed, and passed out.In which a demon goes missing, an angel reminisces, and… well, you’ll just have to find out.

Told in flashback style, this fic does an excellent job of combining Chanukah traditions in memories for Aziraphale and Crowley over their expansive life. Aziraphale’s grief and relief is also so well written, from the visits from friends to how he processes, it feels very genuine. Top tier hurt/comfort.

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Honey Cake and Menorahs by Izabella95 Crowley and Aziraphale decorate the bookshop and Crowley bakes a cake~

A short but sweet fic featuring various holiday fun, this is some wonderful fluff to brighten your day a bit.

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Candlelight and Latkes by NTonks Warlock finds out that Nanny and Cook are preparing a celebration for a holiday he has never heard of before. He is eager to learn more and help get everything prepared.

Focused on Hanukkah traditions and food, this fic does an excellent job at capturing a fond, family-like atmosphere, with many lighthearted jokes and one-liners that just make it an overall wonderful read.

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Remembrance of Chanukah Past by mysid Crowley and Aziraphale celebrate Chanukah.

A very short but excellent scene that is both funny and feels fitting for Aziraphale and Crowley.

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a bottle of wine and a vessel of oil series by witching it's chanukah and crowley and aziraphale are snowed in. anything could happen!

A series of oneshots featuring Aziraphale and Crowley celebrating Hanukkah, working through their feelings for each other, and many other wonderful aspects that make it a great read. While they do work best as a whole, the oneshots can and do work well individually, and I really reccomend checking at least a couple of them out!

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Just as much as all those years ago by 5ftjewishcactus A reflection of Chanukah from the perspective of one angel and one demon who were there during the beginning and followed the tradition all the way to present day.

Featuring the history of Chanukah and Aziraphale and Crowley’s involvement, this fic nails the gentle, comtemplative tone. It gives the whole story the vibe of a memory, and is a quick but great read.

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And that’s it for this week, I hope our Jewish followers (and anyone else looking for some great fic to read) enjoy these fics! Hope everyone is having a wonderful holiday season and I’ll be back with more fic recs next week! ~ Mod B

#good omens #Ineffable Husbands #hanukkah #holiday fic #jewish good omens #fluff #hurt/comfort #Aziraphale #crowley #Mod B #aziraphales library festive countdown #the collection was literally made yesterday so there's about 40 fics that still either need to be approved or bookmarked lol #so like hopefully by next week it'll be more complete

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No Limits To Love

Summary: Despite being an Empath, Keefe doesn't know any of the answers. He's just as lost and confused as everyone else about love. What is it? he wonders. And is there a limit to how much I can feel?

Content warnings: Homophobia, polyamory discrimination (polyamphobia? idk), getting kicked out for being LGBTQ+, cursing, religion.

Words: 5350

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As an Empath, Keefe knows that every person's emotions are so different, unique, but there are a few similarities that everyone shares. Everyone feels a little bit confused, a little bit lost. Even if the feeling isn't strong enough for them to notice, there's an underlying sense of it when he can press his skin against theirs and sense their emotions. And, regardless of how angry, how hateful, a person is feeling, there's always a deep, enormous, feeling of love within them.

No one really knows what love is; we're all lost, and confused, as searching for answers. We all have so many questions about it; What does it mean to love someone? How do you know when you love someone? Should we tell people we love them more often? Less often? Can you love someone too much? Can you never love anyone enough? How many people can you love at once?

And despite being an Empath, Keefe doesn't know any of the answers. He's just as lost and confused as everyone else about love. What is it? he wonders. And is there a limit to how much I can feel?

At first, Keefe has no idea what love is, nothing to even base a vague understanding off of.

His father says love is when you're proud of someone, and his mother says love is when someone is important to you, though neither of them seem particularly interested in helping a five year old Keefe solve all the mysteries of life. His father, telling Keefe to stop bothering him so he can work, doesn't seem particularly proud, and his mother, focusing more on whatever notebook she's scribbling in than on her son, doesn't seem like she considers Keefe particularly important to her.

"Why do you think loving someone means being proud of them?" Keefe asks. His father thinks this is stupid, he can tell, but it's important to Keefe. In his mind, this might be the most important thing in the world, discovering what love is. It's something new to learn, to explore, his favorite thing to do. He's learning so much about the world and how it works; how to read stories, how to draw people that look like people, how to write his name so that he can actually read it, and it seems like each new discovery brings on an entirely new set of new questions.

His father gives a long, over-exaggerated sigh. Keefe shrinks away. He's always not the best at understanding what his parents are thinking or what they want him to do, but he's learned by now that a sigh that sounds like that means his father is disappointed, and his father being disappointed is bad. "You can't love someone without a reason," he says finally, looking between Keefe and the door like answering will make Keefe go away faster. "People have to do things that make you love them, earn your love by making you proud. You can't love someone who disappoints you."

The underlying message is obvious, even to Keefe- if he doesn't make his father proud, if he disappoints his father instead, his father will not love him.

Oh.

He nods and quietly walks away to go ask his mother the same question, hoping his mother will be happier about it.

She isn't.

"Yeah, but what makes someone important to you?" he asks.

She flicks her eyes up at him before returning them to her notebook. When he tries to look at what she's writing, she tilts it away from him. "Someone is important to you if they help you with things you need to do, and you think your life would be very different without them." Keefe wonders what his parents' lives would be like if he didn't exist- probably much more boring, he concludes, but then again, they're shut up in their offices all the time anyway, they would probably do the same thing with only a few small differences.

He loves existing, all the new discoveries and experiences and fun, but him existing might not matter to his parents as much as it matters to him. He asks anyway; "Am I important to you?"

"You will be," she says quietly, finally looking at him.

Keefe goes back to his room to think about this new knowledge he's gained, about what love means. Who's right? Is there even a right answer? He dismisses the second question quickly- of course there is. Everything has an answer, and this can't be an exception. Maybe his father is right, and in order to be loved by his parents, he has to do things that make them proud, and never let them down; he has to do thinks much differently, then. Or maybe he has to help his mother. With what? Maybe he needs to get their attention more, make sure he's making a big impact on their lives.

Love sounds hard, and confusing. Everyone says it's a good thing, but he doesn't know. If love is a good thing, why does it make him so sad when he does the things his parents say will earn him love? Why do his parents say they love each other, and then scream at each other downstairs so loudly that nothing Keefe does can block out the noise?

Love isn't beautiful. It's ugly.

...

When Keefe meets Fitz Vacker, he has to rethink this decision.

Love may be ugly, but Fitz is absolutely beautiful. He has bronze skin and a strange accent and a loud laugh that makes Keefe feel like he's just bitten into an especially gooey slice of mallowmelt. Most of the time, he hears people talk about how beautiful the Vackers' teal eyes are, but he's particularly partial to Fitz's crooked slight smile, like he's a bit hesitant to be really happy, but something's broken through his walls and he's smiling anyway. When Keefe realizes he's the one who made Fitz happy enough to smile, it feels like it's worth more than a million compliments from anyone else.

This is stupid. Why is Keefe thinking so much about a boy's smile?

Well, it is a nice smile.

That aside, he's never really had a good friend before Fitz. He's had other children of prestigious nobles to spend time with, but none of them were ever really all that close to his own age, and Keefe had always preferred to daydream- or, if he was allowed, draw- rather than talk to them.

Having a friend is... nice.

It's nice, and something else. He's not sure what to call it, since it's all so new and unfamiliar. If he didn't know better, he might call it love, but this isn't love. This isn't anything like what his parents described, that ugly thing that makes him struggle for them not to hate him, that doesn't stop them from throwing things at one another. No, this is so much better, sweeter. It's not messy, or complicated, or difficult, it's just... him. And Fitz.

It doesn't need to be love. It doesn't even need a name. He likes Fitz, and he likes what they have together.

He starts spending more time at Everglen, with Fitz's family, and he notices something. They say "I love you" to one another. A lot. Della says it to her children before they leave for school, and Biana says she loves Alvar before she hangs up on an imparter call, and Fitz says I know you love me when Biana gets mad at him for stealing her ripplefluffs.

Keefe's first impression is that they toss the phrase around so often it's lost its meaning, but that might be wrong too. They seem to mean it every time. It's so confusing to Keefe- they say I love you even if no one did anything special to earn it, or even if one of the kids messed something up earlier that day. People in that family promise to love each other no matter what, a concept that doesn't make any sense, because what if someone doesn't do enough to deserve it? What then?

Fitz and his family celebrate something called Hanukkah. He says they light candles to remember miracles that happened when the Jewish people were in danger. And he invites Keefe to come light the candles with them.

"Are you sure?" Keefe asks. "I don't want to intrude on your holiday."

"No, don't be ridiculous. I'd be happy to have you there. It's a lot of fun, and you have to try latkes, and please, you have to help me beat Biana at dreidel, she's been unstoppable for the last five or so years-"

"I have no idea what most of the words you just said were... I don't understand any of your traditions, and I don't want to bother you guys by asking all these questions all the time." His parents are already annoyed by him, and he doesn't want to annoy anyone else.

Fitz reaches out and grabs Keefe's hand. Keefe gasps a little, cheeks heating up. Why is his stomach flipping around so much? They're just holding hands. It's not that big a deal. It's not that big a deal. "You aren't a bother," Fitz says, his voice soft but firm.

Keefe swallows hard, telling himself not to cry. "I-"

"I promise, I want you there. I wouldn't invite you if I didn't. And my parents want you there too. Honestly, the whole family loves you."

Love. There was that word again. The strange, confusing one. But it's not so strange and confusing when the Vacker's say it. It's not filled with expectations and disappointment; simply kindness, and happiness. It's not all that complicated. They simply care about each other.

And about him?

"The whole family?" he asks hesitantly, trying to ask whether that includes Fitz without actually asking whether that includes Fitz.

Fitz gets the message. "The whole family. That means me too."

And that's when he knows for sure that love isn't really ugly, because nothing between Fitz and him can really be ugly.

He goes to Everglen, and they light the candles. Keefe doesn't know the prayers, but they sound nice, and the candles feel warm and safe. Latkes taste delicious, and Biana beats them all at the dreidel game just like Fitz predicted. Keefe can't remember feeling this happy in, well, a very long time. Maybe ever. Fitz and Biana explain the story behind Hannukah in more detail, and Keefe finds himself especially interested in the description of the miracles.

It's a miracle he found Fitz, he thinks. A miracle he found love. And now, to him, love means kindness and warmth.

It's... nice.

...

Then he falls in love with Sophie, and that's... different, somehow.

He's had a crush on her for a long time; not immediately since he's known her, but since they rode on Silveny together for the first time. But if he tries, he thinks he can pinpoint the moment he knew he'd fallen in love.

They go to the Forbidden Cities- a city called Amsterdam. Not to run away from the Neverseen or go on a mission for the Black Swan, but simply to have fun. Fitz is busy with homework, but Keefe is happy to procrastinate, and Sophie's parents are trying to make her "have fun with her friends" more often in situations that don't involve almost dying. So here they are, Sophie rolling her eyes at Keefe's fifth "dam" joke, Keefe laughing as he looks at the elaborate canals.

"Come on, you idiot," she says, holding out her hand. Keefe takes it. "Do you want to go to the Van Gogh museum?"

"Who's Van Gogh?" Keefe asks.

Sophie starts walking, pulling Keefe along with her. "I always forget how little you guys know about human stuff. Makes it weird to have twelve years worth of human knowledge permanently in my head, none of which I can say without confusing you. Anyway, Van Gogh is an artist. I think you'd like him."

"Sure, sounds fun," he agrees.

A guy on a bicycle passes them. He calls something out in a language Keefe doesn't recognize. Turning to Sophie, he asks "What did he just say?"

Sophie's cheeks are red. "He said, what a cute couple."

"Oh," is all Keefe can say. Obviously it's crossed his mind, the thought that it might be a date, but... do they really look that couple-y from an outside perspective? He thinks about it. They're holding hands, her enthusiastically pulling him along, both of them smiling... yeah, it makes sense that they would be perceived as a couple. The idea makes butterflies fly through him, nervous and embarrassed and excited all at once.

He likes her, a lot. And he likes what they have together, this state of holding hands and teasing one another and having fun. It doesn't need a name. But it would be nice if it did. He would really like to say it for sure, they have something romantic going on. He wants her to be his girlfriend, him to be her boyfriend, and Fitz...

He wants them to date, that's all.

Keefe swallows. He likes what they have right now, and he knows he's about to create a new thing- something new, and unfamiliar, and terrifying. Admist the fear, though, he can't wait to explore it. "Is he right?" he asks.

Sophie bites her lip. It's the cutest thing. "Do you want him to be?"

"I do, yes," Keefe says.

"Then I do too." Sophie smiles at him, and he smiles back.

It was as simple as that.

They continue on to the museum. As Sophie predicted, Keefe does like the paintings there, but he tells Sophie he thinks he could do better. Later, she casually mentions that Van Gogh cut off his ear and laughs at the expression on Keefe's face. Once they leave the museum, Sophie finds some human money that Dex gave her and the two of them struggle for a while to convert it into whatever currency Amsterdam uses- it's still baffling to Keefe how the humans all use different types of money, though Sophie just shrugs when he points it out. Finally, they figure it out and Sophie buys them a boat tour.

By the time they're ready to go back, it's dark out, and they're going to be in so much trouble if they get caught, and dam, that was a lot of fun. Keefe throws an arm around Sophie's shoulder, absentmindedly playing with the ends of her hair, as they leap back. Every time the floor creaks a little too loudly, they freeze and look at each other with wide eyes before carefully continuing.

After too many close calls, they make it to Sophie's room. "That was terrifying," Sophie gasps, collapsing on her bed. "My parents would have murdered me. And you. They definitely would have murdered you."

"Yeah, undoubtedly," says Keefe. He sits down on the bed next to her, face splitting into a grin. "We didn't get caught, though."

Sophie smiles back, and Keefe finds himself unable to draw his gaze away from her lips. "No, we didn't." Her smile grows wider, and suddenly, Keefe isn't staring at her lips anymore, he's staring at her eyes. They're sparkling, wide and enthusiastic, and a bit mysterious, like Keefe could stare into them forever and never learn everything. He wants to try. "I had so much fun."

"So did I," Keefe replies. And it's true- he had so much fun looking at art and learning that the artist cut his ear off, going through the city's canals and listening to Sophie ramble about everything she'd learned about the city. It was exciting, interesting. But then again, isn't every day like that, with Sophie? It doesn't matter whether they're illegally traveling to Amsterdam or working on Elvin History homework together- every conversation, every moment with Sophie is just as interesting, just as exciting, because he and Sophie are together.

He loves her. The thought crosses his mind, and he wonders why it hasn't before. It's so obvious, so undeniably true, that he knows he loves her as soon as he takes the time to think about it.

The only question in his mind is that love feels so much different with Fitz and with Sophie, but he knows he loves them both. Loving Fitz feels warm and sweet and kind, and loving Sophie feels like an adventure, a new world he wants to know everything about, terrifying and thrilling and exhilarating.

...

Maybe love is an adventure, or maybe it's kindness, or maybe it's ugly after all, but whatever it is, there's so much of it. He feels this strange, indescribable love for Sophie every time she blushes at his flirtatious comments, every time she trips and gives a slight chuckle at her clumsiness, every time she absentmindedly hums a human song under her breath as they do homework together. And he feels it for Fitz too, when his eyes light up any time he talks about baking, the little grin he does when he wins at base quest, when he tries to flirt with Keefe or Sophie and ends up an adorable, stuttering disaster.

He still doesn't understand why love feels so different when he's with Sophie and when he's with Fitz, but he's in love with them all the same. Both of them. He loves them both, beyond understanding, beyond words.

Other people wouldn't understand either. That's okay, neither does he. But he doesn't have to know why he feels this way to know that he does, because he feels it so much, so strongly.

They feel it too- for him, and for each other. Sophie tells them once, back when they were going through their "love triangle" phase, that she was sorry she couldn't just pick one. Keefe asked her why she had to pick one. After all, he loved both Sophie and Fitz, and he didn't ever want to choose, because he didn't have anyone he loved more. He just loved them both. Fitz had agreed. He asked how this would work, the three of them all loving each other.

That's the great thing about us, Keefe had said. We don't have rules. We can just fall in love, hope our love will endure even if we mess it up the first time, and make it up as we go along. We're in love, and that's all that matters.

And he very distinctly does not feel love right now, wearing an ugly suit instead of the long red dress Biana bought with him. His father looks proud of him, or at least not disappointed, but he's learned that love is so much more than that by now, and his father may never truly love him. But that's another mess that he doesn't want to get into now; first, he simply has to survive the night.

Then, the argument that will inevitably come after.

But first, the dance. He's already fought with his father for hours about whether or not he had to get a matchmaking list, but he eventually lost. Like Cassius said, he'd already disappointed the family enough; by being a screwup, a rebel, a wayward, an artist. Does he really want to push things even farther, drag their reputation even farther down, by being a bad match? He gave in after that, still fully intending to barely learn the names of the girls on his list.

He just wants this night to be over already.

But no, another girl is coming over, and he has to at least feign interest as he mumbles pleasantries. He does this again and again. Some part of him, a small part that still foolishly believes his father might love him if he makes him proud, wants to feel something for these girls, but... he can't. They aren't Sophie. They aren't Fitz. He isn't interested.

The most interesting thing that happens the entire dance is Stina coming over and asking if he knows whether Marella might be interested in her. The answer is yes, but that's the only two minute conversation he can even begin to care about during a three hour dance, and oh, he is so bored. His only break from dancing and talking to girls is when he gets to eat. Keefe finds himself staring at some of the pastries in the corner and thinking of the time Fitz tried to teach him to bake. He was horrible at it, but Fitz thought it was funny, and they had a lot of fun together... he sighs and goes back to dancing with another nameless girl who isn't Sophie or Fitz.

He knows, that if an Empath were to gauge his emotions, they would feel the extreme feeling of love that's always inside everyone, he knows that logically, but feels so void of it right now. Everything is so boring, painfully dull, and there are so many people he doesn't care about, and he just wants to curl up and watch human movies with Sophie, or try to taste the batter as Fitz swats his hand away, or ramble to both of them about his latest painting.

He just wants them, both of them.

Finally- finally it's over, everyone's leaving, he thanks them for coming even though he wishes they hadn't, and then they're gone, and he can't change out of this ugly, uncomfortable suit fast enough, collapse on his bed and hail Sophie and Fitz.

Before he can, he hears a knock on the door. "Go away!" he calls, not in the mood to interact with his father. Especially not to discuss which of the girls he liked best. The door swings open anyway, and he groans.

Exactly as he predicted, Lord Cassius sits on a chair beside Keefe's bed and asks "So, did any of the girls there capture your fancy?"

He groans again. "No. You know they didn't."

"Of course they didn't," he mutters, sighing and rubbing at his temples. Keefe bites his tongue in an attempt not to yell I do have people that 'capture my fancy,' it's not my fault you can't accept that. "We can apply to get you a second list in a month, but I don't want you choosing anyone from a list that isn't your first or second."

"That works out. I don't want to choose from a list that isn't my first or second. I also don't want to choose from a list that is my first or second. I don't want to choose from a list." Keefe immediately regrets blurting that out, but it was nothing his father didn't know already anyway. The problem is that now he's confronting it, instead of saying he'll be the obedient son his father wants and marry someone he'll be miserable with.

"Well, you're going to have to."

"Why?" Keefe demands. "Why do I have to follow this fucked up system?" He sees his father frown at the language, but can't be bothered to care. "Why can someone else decide who I'm allowed to love- they don't know what I feel. Why do I have to marry someone from a list? Why can't I just marry the people I love?"

His father's gaze darkens. "People?"

Oh, shit. Keefe has screwed up. He has two options- correct himself, which his father probably won't believe, or dig a deeper hole for himself, jump off a cliff and hope he doesn't get hurt too badly. He chooses the latter. "Yeah, people. Sophie and Keefe."

"You can't be in love with both of them."

"Yeah, but I am."

"And not only are they both nearly as stupidly rebellious as you are, one of them is a boy. It's like you're trying to disgrace this family as much as possible."

"Well, it may shock you to learn, but I'm in love with these people because... because I love them. It has nothing to do with wanting to disappoint you and everything to do with wanting to date them."

His father stands up abruptly, towering over Keefe. "You have to choose."

"Great. I choose them both," he replies, standing up as well.

"You can't love more than one person!" yells Cassius.

Keefe clenches his hands into fists, feeling his throat close up. "Why not?" he chokes.

"You just- it's wrong. It's wrong for a boy to love a boy, and it's wrong to love two people! You're being greedy. Choose one, because you can't love them both."

"Fucking watch me!" Keefe screams. "You're an Empath- you understand how love feels to other people. I can sense so much love inside of people, every time I touch them, so much that it's overwhelming- especially if love is the prominent emotion they're feeling at the moment. There's more love than our brains can possibly comprehend. Love stretches to infinity, it is everywhere, it is everything, and we don't have a limit to our capacity for love, because there can be no limits to love, none at all. I love so much and so deeply that it can feel like I could drown in my love for them, both of them. My love is endless and overwhelming and beautiful, and I love them both with all the love in me. It's as simple as that."

...

"You can believe whatever you like about love," Lord Cassius says, giving him a cold look. "But if you are to live under my roof, you will have to love like a normal person."

He says it like it's an insult to not love like a normal person, like Keefe doesn't already know. Of course he doesn't love like people normally do, but why is that bad? Really, all forms of love are so unique, and there's no one normal way to love, anyway. But even though his way of loving is more different, that isn't bad. That isn't ugly. It's love, and it's everything, and it's beautiful.

Then, it registers that Keefe cannot love beautifully and live in his house at the same time. There's no way he'd be able to stop loving the way he does; that would be like asking for his heart to stop beating at all. There is so much of his love, and he cannot pretend he feels less.

So... his only other option is to leave.

"Can I pack, at least?" he says finally.

Lord Cassius looks surprised that he hasn't managed to threaten Keefe enough, properly scare him into being the straight, monogamous, obedient son he wants. For a brief second, his shock is written on his face, and then he regains his composure. "Very well, I suppose you can," he says. "You have ten minutes. I want you out."

Good. Keefe wants to be out as well.

He never wants to be back here again.

"I can't wait," he spits out. "You have zero minutes to get out of my room."

The clock is ticking, and Keefe doesn't have time to think, to even being processing the reality of what just happened, so he throws important things into bags as quickly as he can, trying to think only of the next second ahead of him, and the next, and the next, because if he keeps looking directly ahead, full understanding of what this means can't catch up to him, and he can't worry to much about the future. And then ten minutes pass, and he leaves.

He just... leaves.

When he leaps away from his house- his former house, he supposes- he has no idea where he'll reappear. Then he sees the world come into focus around him, immediately recognizing it as Everglen. Where some of his best memories are, of lighting candles with the Vackers and talking about makeup and boys with Biana and falling in love with Fitz, over and over, every time that obnoxiously cute fool opens his mouth. Fitz is here now; Sophie is too.

It wasn't a conscious decision, but he wanted to come here.

His feet take off running until he arrives at the door. He desperately slams his fist against the door over and over until Della comes to open it, a look of concern on her face. "Keefe? What... are you alright?"

"Sophie," Keefe gasps. "Fitz. Please."

Della nods. "They're upstairs in Fitz's room."

"Thank you," he says, before ignoring the aching in his legs and rushing up a flight of stairs, down a hallway, and into Fitz's room.

Sophie notices him first, placing a hand of cards down on the bed and stumbling across the room over to Keefe. "What happened?" she asks, her beautiful eyes wide and scared. Fitz follows her, putting his arm around Keefe and leading him to sit down on the bed between the two of them.

"My dad kicked me out," he chokes out, voice breaking. Sophie immediately gives a little oh and wraps him in a hug. "I didn't know where else to go."

He feels Fitz put a hand on his back, suddenly shaking with sobs. Quietly, Fitz says "We're here."

Finally, Keefe pulls back from the hug. He furiously swipes at his eyes. "I don't know why he can't just understand that we're in love. That I can love two people, because I am capable of loving two people, because love is infinite and there will always be enough for each of you."

"I don't know why he doesn't understand either," Sophie says. "And it's fucking awful that he doesn't."

Fitz nods. "But the two of us understand. We know you love us both. Endlessly. And we love you too."

"Fuck yeah, we do," says Sophie.

Fitz's gaze softens. "I know it hurts right now. It feels like shit. And I'm not going to lie, it will keep hurting for a really long time. Maybe forever. But we're going to be here for you. We're here for you right now, and we'll be here for you when it randomly hits you all over again for the next few days or weeks or months, and we'll be here for you when the pain returns just when you thought it was gone forever, and we'll be here for you when you really do think you're okay again. Sophie and I are going to be here for you for the bad days and the okay days and the days where it feels like it'll never get better, and we'll be here for you for as long as it takes, and we're always going to be here for you."

Keefe is quiet for a long time. He thinks about how there is a deep chasm in him right now, an empty space. He wonders what it would feel like if another Empath felt it. Probably painful. But then he thinks about this hypothetical Empath feeling his emotions, and how much love they would feel. They would understand how much Keefe can love, how he can love them both. Because he loves them both so much. And he says as much; "I love you."

They wrap him into a hug again, and he realizes; he's been kicked out of the place he used to live, but he hasn't been kicked out of a home, because that was never his home. His home is this moment, this hug, these people. His home is the love he feels for them.

All those years ago, when he asked his parents what love was, they gave an answer. Love can be pride, and it can be a feeling that someone is important to your life. It can also be so much more. It can sometimes be ugly, yes, but it can so often be beautiful. Love can feel soft and sweet and warm, it can be kindness. Love can feel bold and thrilling and exciting, it can be an adventure. And love can be right now, on one of your worst days, when they promise to be with you through it all and offer you whatever comfort they can. Love is home, and love is everything. There are no limits to what love can be.

#shai types things #kotlc #keefe sencen #sokeefitz supremecy #reblog as a birthday present perhaps?#shai's writing

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the danes family christmas

or: the danes-sanders-prince-tamura-cabrera-key-bowes christmas. but danes family christmas flows a bit easier, doesn’t it?

part of the wyliwf verse.

warnings: food mentions, mentions of divorce, mentions of sickness, alcohol consumption, please let me know if i’ve missed any!

pairings: patton/virgil, logan/roman

word count: 5,876

notes: hi! this is just a quick little fic. happy christmas, a belated happy hanukkah, and a happy early kwanzaa! if you don’t celebrate any of those, then happy friday! this is essentially a “where are they now” snapshot of the danes family, who were all introduced in last year’s christmas fic. i hope you enjoy!

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it starts when virgil hangs up the phone at the diner—the landline against the wall right by the entry to the kitchen, not his cellphone—looking strangely happy. and, considering there were only ever two kinds of phone calls that phone received, one of which being business calls—

“mom or dad?” patton asks, as he sits at the counter.

“my mom,” virgil says. “freddie finally got the flights finalized, they’re coming for christmas.”

patton claps in excitement. “that’s great!”

“so that’s everyone,” virgil says brightly. “all five of us, plus spouses and partners and kids, ‘cept—”

and then he stops himself, tilts his head, and asks, “hey, what are your christmas plans?”

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and so it begins—patton negotiates them out of attending any sanders’ christmas celebrations, in exchange promising to bring himself and logan and the new beaus (as his mother had called them) to a cocktail get-together on new year’s eve.

and then virgil had caught on to the fact them all leaving would leave roman and isadora as the only ones in their little cobbled-together family in sideshire for christmas, and freddie had, too, and immediately gotten on the phone to beg isadora to come along, so that meant crafting an elaborate plan for a road trip on christmas after the matinee christmas morning performance of the nutcracker, which is where they are now: all five of them in virgil’s car, suitcases packed away in the trunk, on their way down to the elder danes’ family home.

oh, and in the middle of all these preparations, not one but two romantic unions were formed, so. it’s been a bit of a busy couple of months.

“okay,” roman says, from where he’s stuffed in the middle seat between logan and his mom, virgil driving and patton attempting to play at navigator, “run me through the entire family tree again, it’s been a minute since i’ve seen everyone.”

so logan opens his phone, scrolls for a little bit, then clicks on a photo they must have taken the last time they were all together in a big group, and zooms in before he hands the phone over to roman to hold. roman’s mom peers over his shoulder.

“so, we’ll start with the danes’,” logan says, and taps each of their faces as he goes—”meredith, mark, wyatt, esther, silas, winifred, and of course, virgil.”

“right.”

he then proceeds to tap the woman and man flanking wyatt. “adam bowes and alexandria cabrera, but she goes by lexa—”

isadora tilts her head at lexa. “i remember her. isn’t she colombian?”

“her parents immigrated from ecuador,” virgil corrects, “but she studied abroad for a bit in colombia, so you’re probably remembering that.”

“—they’re wyatt’s partners,” logan continues, and points to the children in front of them. “nicola’s oldest, she’s fourteen. then there’s wesley, who goes by wes, he’s twelve. is their dad going to be there?” he asks virgil.

“no, he’s off with his girlfriend,” virgil says, and scowls a little. patton thinks he's clearly about to say good riddance—he isn’t particularly a fan of lexa’s first husband. none of the adults are, really, but none of them ever breathed a word about it in front of the kids.

“all right, so i don’t have to find a picture of him,” logan says. “then there’s elizabeth who goes by ellie, eight, and abigail who goes by abby, five.”

roman mumbles names under his breath, tapping each of their photos, before he adjusts the picture. “right. so, essie.”

“you know annabelle, her wife,” logan says, pointing to the black woman with her arm slung over essie’s shoulders. “they were foster parents for a time, so they adopted michael who goes by mike or mikey, he’s twelve, and his sister sophia. she’s seven. and they also adopted theodore who goes by teddy, he’s eight—”

“—nine,” virgil corrects, “his birthday was last month—”

“right, he’s nine, they adopted him three years ago.”

more repetition of names to himself, and then roman adjusts the photo.

“silas,” he prompts.

“his wife, moira,” logan says, pointing to the redhead beside him. “and the twins, emma and devon, they’re ten.”

“they just had a baby in august, too,” virgil says. “meredith junior, but they’re calling her red, for now, so that no one confuses her and my mom. you can guess why, it’s pretty obvious she’s taking after moira already. it’ll be easy to spot her, she’s the only baby.”

“and freddie,” isadora says, craning her neck to look at the photo. “how long has it been since she’s come back for christmas?”

“at least a couple years just for christmas, but she’s visited a couple times,” virgil says. “still, it’ll be nice to see her and ryu and the kids.”

“akira who goes by kira, and nikko,” logan provides for roman. “they’re twins, age six. and sayuri, but she goes by lily sometimes—”

“how’d that happen?” roman says, looking to virgil for help.

“sayuri means ‘lily,’” virgil says. “‘little lily,’ i think, but i can’t remember the exact translation. she’s three.”

“and—where do they live?” roman says.

“tokyo,” patton says, twisting to look at virgil. “they moved last year, didn’t they?”

“that’s right,” virgil confirms. “they lived in kyoto for a while, but freddie got a pretty good job offer, so. tokyo it is.”

“and then there’s us,” logan says. “i assume you don’t need a photo, name, or age breakdown for any of us.”

roman snorts, and says, “no, i guess i not.” he blows out a breath, before he scrolls back over, and says, “right, okay. remind me what everyone’s jobs are?”

and so the rest of the car ride passes, recalling the last times they’ve all seen various members of the danes family and passing on stories of visits past.

it’s about to be a marathon of a christmas.

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by the time they’re pulling up to the danes’ house—windows down, because the elder danes’ live in a much warmer state and everyone seemed to have a simultaneous, unspoken agreement on the need to thaw from the brutally cold and snowy winter they’d been having so far—virgil’s leg is bouncing in excitement, and patton reaches across to put a hand on virgil’s, smiling at him.

“are we the last ones getting here?” he asks.

virgil nods his head. “miraculously, even wyatt and adam’s weird hours have lucked out, but adam’s exact words were don’t hold your breath—”

“of course, of course,” patton murmurs, because he probably should have guessed the orthopedic surgeon and the spinal surgeon would have some funky hours.

“—but i think everyone should be here? at least i didn’t hear that they got delayed, so.”

“please tell me we’re almost there,” roman groans.

“we’ll get there when we get there!” virgil and patton say simultaneously, and they both laugh at each other quoting the incredibles as roman groans louder.

patton’s glad to have the brief distraction of a pixar reference; as they’ve gotten nearer and nearer to the danes’ house, he’s felt a knot in his stomach grow bigger and bigger.

he’s been spending holidays with the danes’ since logan was born, usually seeing at least one of them once a year—christmases, easters, family get togethers, he and logan have tagged along for years and years.

he has a feeling that virgil and his parents would argue with the phrasing of tagged along, but he can’t help it—even if he knows he’s uncle patton to all the kids, and he knows logan refers to all the various danes progeny as his cousins, and he knows he and logan have long since received the food-based nicknames everyone in the family receives upon being born in and growing up in the family and at marriage, but—

well. he can’t help it, sometimes.

but now, he isn’t just tagging along. he’s the latest romantic partner in the family. he has started dating their youngest son, their baby brother, their beloved bachelor uncle.

he can’t help but wonder if it’ll be like an entirely new dynamic. because he’s seen the way the latest romantic partners are introduced—he’s long since gotten used to the danes’ fond squabbling with each other, but it turns into a whole new level of teasing when they bring along a date.

“we are,” logan says, and points. “there it is.”

virgil examines the number of cars—he probably should have expected the full driveway—and pulls over to park on the side of the road, roman immediately demanding that either logan or his mother get out of the car right now or else he will crawl over them—

virgil and patton’s eyes meet, and patton smiles at him before they both turn to open their own car doors, roman getting out of the car hot on logan’s heels.

and then the danes’ front door opens, light spilling onto the lawn, and children barrel out of the house, almost all of them yelling at the top of their lungs, and virgil says “oof!” as he’s plowed into by three little girls, clinging at his legs, and virgil immediately swings the nearest up into his arms.

“oh, hello, everyone!” virgil says, beaming, looking years younger as ellie clings to his neck, and patton grins at him even as abby notices he has a free set of arms and immediately demands a hug, and patton can’t help but oblige, lifting her up onto his hip, distantly pleased that he still can carry her, because goodness, she’s gotten so tall!

“girls!” someone at the door calls, and patton looks up at lexa in the doorway with a grin. “let your uncles get inside before you tackle them, please!”

“aw, mom!” ellie grumbles, even as virgil’s setting her down and grinning apologetically at lexa, a hand resting on sophia’s hair.

“sorry, lex!” virgil calls, and pats ellie on the shoulder, murmuring something quietly to ellie and sophia ear that makes them both grin, brown eyes sparkling; patton follows his lead, setting abby down.

“uncle patty—” she begins to whine.

“i know, i know,” he says, crouching down to tug lightly at her braided dirty blonde hair, to make her giggle. “but, tell you what. if you listen to your mom, how about you and me sneak some cookies from your grandma, huh?”

abby brightens, and immediately rushes off, right on her sister’s and cousin’s heels.

“do you need any help?” adam says, his head popping out from behind lexa.

“no, we’re all right, thanks!” roman calls, isadora already shutting the trunk, all of their bags unloaded and just waiting to be carried inside—patton doubles back for his, but virgil’s already swinging his bag over his shoulder before patton can do anything about it.

“i could—” patton begins, but virgil leans down and kisses him before he can say anything about it. virgil grins even wider when patton just blinks at him, half-forgetting what he was saying.

“i got it,” virgil says reassuringly, “honestly, we’re gonna need someone to open the door, so,” and patton huffs.

“fine,” he grumbles, pretending to be put out, as the part of him that was raised with things like gentlemen should open the door for you, and carry things that are heavy, and care for you in general is sending butterflies fluttering in his tummy. because, one, virgil is being a gentleman, but also, patton has an opportunity to be a gentleman.

the things that give him gender euphoria are so weird, honestly.

but patton trots ahead and opens the door for virgil (and his son, and isadora, and roman) and is nearly bowled over by a wave of noise.

the sound of about twenty-four people all calling hello to their brother slash in-law and his weird little accrued pool of family all calling their hellos back tends to do that, patton guesses.

but once everyone’s funneled their way through the door, patton tries to close it; before he’s even fully shut the door behind them, though, abby’s clinging to his leg, grinning up at him.

“cookies now?” she asks.

patton tousles her hair. “gotta set up our alibi, squirt. we’re doing this secretly. it’s a mission.”

abby’s eyes brighten. “like spies?”

“exactly like spies,” patton says, in a hushed tone as if he’s being very quiet and secretive, as if he isn’t fully aware that her mother is keeping an eye on them and folding her lip under her teeth to keep from laughing, even as she’s hugging virgil hello.

abby scuttles off, though, as one of her other parents approaches to give patton a friendly, one-armed hug, seeming to fear the potential of revealing their secret mission.

“hey, patton,” adam says easily. “good to see you’re recovered from the pneumonia, congrats on romancing virgil,” patton blinks rapidly and attempts to come up with a response to that, but adam’s already continuing, “and try to keep her from taking too many, yeah? she’s already been spoiled rotten by her gramps today.”

“can do,” patton says, and so begins the shuffle around the room of saying hello to everyone; the kids are all in one section, already, seemingly preoccupied by various board games, but nicola’s unfolded herself from the group to go up to logan already; the pair of them are closest in age, and they’re also quite the pair of brainiacs, so they’ve been close ever since lexa and the kids came to the first family gathering years ago.

“i despise operator algebra,” she’s telling him.

“well, good thing you aren’t planning on going into quantum field theory, then,” logan responds, and patton loses the plot of that conversation because he’s nearly bumped off his feet.

“sorry!” freddie squeaks, red high in her pale cheeks and a glass of meredith’s near-lethal spiked eggnog in her hand; he suspects it to be the culprit for any uncharacteristic clumsiness and he pulls her into a hug even as he’s laughing out forgiveness.

“heard about you and virgil,” freddie says, “finally.”

“oh—um,” patton stammers, trying his hardest not to blush.

“thrilled to have you, really,” freddie says, bumping into him again, this time purposefully. “and, hey! heard you got sick, you’re all better now, right?”

“right,” he says, then, curiously, “um, how was the trip?”

“have you ever had to handle six-year-old twins on a trans-pacific trip?” she says, and patton winces in sympathy; as polite as the twins are, being raised with the japanese code of etiquette, they are still freddie’s kids, and therefore also incredibly rambunctious.

“my condolences,” patton tells her, then, to her husband who’s hovering silently over her shoulder, he attempts to get his way through saying long time no see in japanese to ryu, who’s been trying to teach them all conversational bits of japanese for years (mostly because they’d all insisted; they did the same to lexa, too. meredith’s parents had learned to greet mark’s family in their native italian, so it had become something of a family tradition to learn at least a little of the language of their spouse.)

“ohisashiburi desu,” ryu enunciates for him, and patton groans.

“i thought i had it this time!”

“you were close,” ryu says, which patton thinks is mostly out of politeness, but he’ll accept it anyways. “sayuri, say hello!”

he glances down, then, in time to notice a three-year-old clinging to ryu’s pantleg, just barely peeking out from behind him, the most visible thing being her near-black eyes, shiny and wide.

sayuri ducks out from behind ryu to bow to patton.

“and hello to you too!” patton says, keeping his voice as soft and friendly as he can.

sayuri looks up at ryu, who nods in approval, murmuring something to her in japanese, and she scampers back behind him, clinging once again to his pant leg.

“sorry,” freddie says, not sounding very sorry at all. “lily’s the shy one.”

“oh, it’s all right,” patton says. “it must have been a big day for her, traveling and seeing everyone again and all.”

“that it is,” freddie says, then, to ryu, “d’you think she needs a nap?”

patton takes that as his cue to resume greeting everyone else; he ducks briefly into the kitchen (where abby is, very unsubtly, eyeing the platter of cookies on the counter) and can’t help but coo at the sight that greets him.

“aw, hello,” he murmurs.

moira, her red hair pulled back into a ponytail and a smidge frizzy, looking haggard in a way that only parents to babies ever seem to look, smiles up at him. “hi, patton.”

“hi, patton,” silas echoes awkwardly, from where he’s washing dishes at the sink.

“hi, silas, hi moira,” he says; usually, he’d be all caught up in the amount of fondness he has for moira, distinctly unbalanced in comparison to his relationship with silas, which is still a touch thorny, even after all this time, but, well. there’s a new member of the family to introduce himself to.

“this must be meredith junior!”

meredith junior is preoccupied with drinking from a bottle, and does not respond to him, her eyes half-lidded and sleepy.

“that she is,” moira says proudly.

“oh, she’s beautiful,” patton says warmly, looking at her and feeling all warm and happy because Baby Feelings, and it reminds him of logan when he was at that age; meredith junior (red, he remembers virgil saying) is also a small baby, like logan was, her hair downy and just as red as her mother’s.

moira smiles at her. “yeah, she is. you wanna hold her later?”

“later,” patton repeats, putting up his hands. “i know how important feeding time is. i was just ducking in to say hi, get a drink,” he directs a wink at abby, who attempts to wink back at him, but she hasn’t really gotten the hang of that yet and so she just blinks at him with extra emphasis.

“eggnog’s in the fridge,” silas mutters. “solo cups should have a sharpie next to it, for names.”

“thanks, silas,” patton says, and ducks around him; he ends up pouring himself a bit of cranberry punch, instead, and obligingly writes PATTON on his cup in large letters. then, with a level of slightly overexaggerated sneakiness that goes unnoticed by moira, preoccupied with the baby, and silas, preoccupied with the dishes, patton snatches a stack of ginger snaps, which are just as good now as they were sixteen years ago. abby jumps up and down, pressing her hands over her mouth to keep from making any noise.

“well, i’m out of your hair.”

“we’re talking later!” moira calls after him, “i’m thrilled, i want to hear all about you and virgil!”

patton tries his very hardest not to blush, and ducks out of the kitchen instead. he splits the cookies in half, handing the other half to abby.

“thanks, uncle patty!”

“you’re welcome,” patton says. “hey, go give one to your sister, okay?”

“okay!” she says, and speeds off across the room. patton spies her handing a cookie to ellie and briefly tugging at nicola’s jeans to get her attention, giving her one too, and patton smiles after her, before he turns to scan the rest of the room for people he hasn’t said hi to yet.

he is immediately face-to-face with essie and annabelle, who beam at him in unison.

“patton!”

“annabelle, essie!” patton says, hugging the pair of them. “it’s great to see you!”

“great to see you too!” essie says. “we’ll have to get together sometime soon, you and virgil and us—”

“—we can do a double-date!” annabelle adds excitedly.

“—we can come to you, or you can catch the train down to us,” essie continues.

“oh—” patton says, a little flustered. “um—good! that’s good! that sounds—”

“good?” annabelle says, grinning, clearly very close to laughing at him.

looking for something in the room to change the subject, he glances around and notices, for the first time, two missing members of the family.

“where’s mark and meredith?”

“oh, mom ran out to the corner store for something, i think dad’s on the porch showing off the grill he got for the neighbors,” essie says dismissively, before she reaches over to squeeze his arm. “seriously. so thrilled for the pair of you, we have to do dinner soon.”

“sounds good,” patton says honestly, because it does; getting together with the pair of them, plus mikey, teddy, and sophia, sounds really good.

“i’m gonna go say hi to the kids,” he adds.

“okay!” essie says.

“we’ll catch up later,” annabelle says. it only sounds a little bit like a threat.

he doesn’t even really need to step too far to encounter the kids corner.

“hi, kids!” he says.

“hi, uncle patton,” the kids all drone, not tearing their eyes away; it seems the other board games have fallen to the wayside, the lot of them watching what seems to be the main event with bated breath.

“hello, patton,” wyatt echoes serenely, a pair of tweezers in hand as he observes the operation board. “i congratulate your immune system on its strength in overcoming the pneumococcal pneumonia, and i congratulate you on entering courtship with my brother.”

patton fails, this time, in trying not to blush, which probably wouldn’t be seen by any of the kids, anyways—“c’mon, uncle wyatt!” teddy urges from the sidelines—and wyatt flawlessly maneuvers the tweezers, and very slowly, very carefully, removes the wishbone without bumping any of the walls, and half the kids groan.

“i should have known better than to start this,” wes mutters under his breath, accepting the tweezers from his stepfather. “hi, uncle patton.”

“hiya, wes,” patton says, amused; at least once a year, someone challenged either of the surgeons in the family to a game of operation, and it always ended up with a crowd gathered around like this. “doing okay so far?”

“i’ve buzzed twice,” wes sighs, and squints at the card. “oh, great. i’ve got the funny bone. okay—”

he readjusts his grip, and patton takes a few steps back, so as to not distract him any more than he needs to be distracted, taking a second to look in on nicola and logan—who are deep into conversation about something called hermitian adjoint with excited expressions on their faces, and roman looks as confused as patton feels—before someone taps him on the shoulder.

“doing okay?”

patton turns to smile up at virgil.

“doing fine,” he promises, and sets his cup down on the nearest surface so he can reach out to correct virgil’s collar. “have you said hi to everyone?”

“yeah, just about,” virgil says, then, “um, they haven’t said anything to you about—?”

“oh, y’know,” patton says with a jerk of his head. “moira says she’s thrilled, essie wants to get all together for dinner, freddie said finally, wyatt congratulated the strength of my immune system and my success in courting you, et cetera, et cetera.”

virgil snorts, ducking his head and rubbing sheepishly at the nape of his neck. “guess i probably should’ve warned you ‘bout that, huh?”

“nah, i knew it’d probably happen,” he teases. “you’re forgetting i was at dinner when freddie brought the news of her elopement and the brand-new husband none of us had ever heard of before.”

“still can’t believe she did that,” virgil says with a disbelieving shake of his head.

patton laughs a little, too, before he says, “i was expecting it a little, i guess—i mean, you’ve got four older siblings, i was a little nervous there’d probably be a bit of hazing to go through, now that i’m a boyfriend.”

“you didn’t mention that,” virgil says with a frown. “i can tell them to lay off, if you—”

patton waves him off, even as he still feels the tight knot in his stomach.

“it’s okay,” he says, and it is okay, it’s just nerve-wracking, “i’ve gotten through the first of it, it’s okay. just, y’know. i’m a little nervous to talk to your parents, i guess.”

“they love you,” virgil says immediately. “they’re delighted about this, i promise, they told me so.”

“virge?”

“yeah?” he asks, a protective expression still on his face. patton takes both his hands in his own, looking up at him with a very serious expression on his face.

“remember your siblings teasing me when you have to sit through an emily-and-richard dinner,” he says, “and then we can say we’re nearly even.”

virgil’s lip quirks up. “nearly?”

“well,” patton says, “you’re probably gonna have to go to a few friday night dinners, so i’m definitely gonna owe you for that more than you owe me for this.”

virgil grimaces at the mention of friday night dinners looming in his future like the ghost of christmas yet to come.

“think happy thoughts?” patton offers, with an apologetic grin on his face.

“what thought is happy enough to get me through that?”

patton pretends to think about it, tilting his head back and forth, before he offers in a faux-innocent tone, “egging their car on easter?”

a slightly goofy grin breaks out on virgil’s face, and patton laughs at the sight of it.

“well, if i must,” virgil says. “might even have to refresh that memory with a repeat performance.”

“don’t you dare,” patton says, in a tone entirely too sappy for what he’s saying.

“or what?” virgil says, grinning down at him, and he’s so stinkin’ cute that patton can’t help but rise onto his tippy toes to kiss the grin right off his face.

their lips barely brush before the hollering starts—there’s a wolf-whistle in there somewhere, but mostly things along the line of “EW, uncle VIRGIL, kissing is GROSS,” and “hey, hey, hands off my baby brother!”—and patton breaks away from virgil with a nervous giggle, blushing, fully aware that if most of the people in the room weren’t looking at him before, they certainly were now. patton finds himself unable to meet anyone’s eyes.

“oh, c’mon,” freddie says, grinning, sayuri in her arms and looking quite close to nodding off to sleep, “it’s about time, now that they’re dating.”

“finally,” essie adds, not quite under her breath, then—

“wait.”

patton turns, then, to where the kids have gathered in the corner; mikey, essie and annabelle’s oldest son, is staring at them with large brown eyes.

“wait,” mikey repeats, “what do you mean, now they’re dating?”

“you weren’t dating before?” his brother teddy says, sounding equal parts confused and indignant.

“no, we weren’t dating before,” virgil says. “but we—we are. now. so.”

teddy still looks puzzled.

“well, we loved each other for a very long time,” patton explains, because for as smart as all the kids are, teddy is nine years old, and therefore not quite fully aware of the complexities of adult relationships, “and we told each other that recently. so. now we’re dating, but we’ve loved each other for much longer.”

“well, that’s okay then,” teddy decides, and patton can’t help but snort.

anyone still staring at the pair of them gets distracted by the sound of a door stuck in its lock, before it suddenly bursts open, bringing with it a rush of warm outdoor air and the clunking of a cane hitting the hardwood.

“damn door keeps sticking,” mark grumbles under his breath, looking up and taking a moment to scan the room before his eyes brighten. “virgil! when did you sneak in, bunny?”

meredith pokes her head around his shoulder, eyes bright; she's carrying a shopping bag in one arm that emma and devon, silas' girls, scuttle up and take off her hands, ferrying it to the kitchen for her.

"ten or so minutes ago," virgil says, crossing the room, grinning; unspoken, both patton and logan fall into step behind virgil, approaching the danes family patriarch and matriarch together.

mark is already pulling his youngest son into a hug, squeezing virgil tight, and patton can't help but smile at the way virgil grips his father just as tightly; mark's had a bit of trouble with his health over the past couple years—primarily struggling with his knee, which had been replaced a month before thanksgiving this year—and patton knows it had scared him, at the time, and it made him all the more appreciative of the time he gets to spend with his father.

"good to see you, son," mark says warmly, patting virgil's back roughly a couple times for emphasis.

"snap," meredith says warmly, and patton grins—the ginger snaps he ate his weight in at the first danes christmas celebrations he'd ever attended have become his nickname namesake—before he approaches and pulls her into a hug.

"welcome," meredith says, pulling away, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "and congratulations are in order, aren't they?"

patton flushes, but before she can tease him anymore, mark's eyes land on logan.

"god, look at you!" mark says. "you're tall! how much have you grown? a foot? more? what on earth are you feeding him, virgil?" mark asks, turning to him, and virgil puts his hands up, smirking.

"i think i've grown four and a half inches, since the last time i saw you," logan says, before he steps forward and hugs mark, adding quietly, "it's good to see you, nonno."

patton's smile widens at that. emily and richard have always been grandma and grandpa, to logan, and maria, the previous manager at the inn who had taken in patton and logan, has been nana, but mark and meredith have always been nonno and nonna; grandpa and grandma in italian, where mark's family had emigrated from before mark was born.

"and it's good to see you, jammy," mark says, equally warmly, before he draws back, making eye contact with logan, and not having to tilt his head downwards anymore; they're almost on the same level now. "goodness. it'll take some time to get used to that. hit your growth spurt with a vengeance then, just like your dad—"

and then mark's eyes fall to patton, and patton smiles a little nervously, twisting his fingers together.

"hi, mark."

something in mark's eyes go soft, and he steps forward to hug patton just as tightly as he had hugged virgil and logan, to hold patton just as close, and patton isn't sure why his eyes are suddenly stinging, but they are, and he squeezes them shut and takes in a deep breath as he hugs mark back.

"we're overjoyed," mark says quietly, and draws back to look at patton, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes growing more pronounced with his smile. "oh, patton, we're so thrilled for the pair of you, truly we are. you've always been part of the family, but now—well," he says, and looks between virgil and patton.

"the pair of you, making each other happy," meredith says. "it's everything a mother could want for her boys."

patton struggles to swallow, and he can only smile guilelessly at them both as he waits for the lump in his throat to pass.

"now, we heard about your health scare after thanksgiving," mark says, frowning. "you're too young for such things. you're all better now, aren't you? all fixed up?"

"doctor says i am a-okay," patton manages to croak out.

"wonderful," meredith says, "and no more of any of that."

"you should remain hale and hearty, or else," mark adds, finishing her sentence; they've been married for so long, it's almost like they've become symbiotic.

"or else what?" patton says, achieving something close to his normal tone and not sounding like he's about to cry tears of happiness anymore.

"or else i'll set my wife on you," he says, before he claps logan on the back. "now, i hear that you have brought your boyfriend to meet the family!"

"you've met," logan says, beginning to blush, but he goes to get roman anyways; nicola coos "oooh," after the pair of them with all the teasing in her tone that one would expect from a younger cousin.

roman holds logan's hand as they approach.

"sir, ma'am," roman says respectfully, the picture of a proper young man; isadora looks on approvingly from where she's holed up in a corner with ryu, freddie, and a now-sleeping sayuri.

"this is roman prince, nonna, nonno," logan says, squeezing roman's hand tight and leaning into his side. "i love him very much."

mark's smile goes even softer at that; patton leans his head on virgil's shoulder, his cheeks aching.

"aw, shucks, specs," roman says, grinning at logan, "i love you very much too."

"well," mark says gently. "what grandparent doesn't like to hear that? we are very happy to have you and your mother, roman."

"come and sit," meredith says eagerly. "indulge two old crones in some conversation; i hear you want to take after your mother and go into ballet?"

and so mark, meredith, logan, and roman settle on the couch, logan still clinging to roman's hand and looking the most outwardly fond that patton has ever seen him look. it's enough to have the lump in his throat come roaring back with a vengeance.

virgil touches his shoulder, a silent question—you all right?

patton smiles at him and nods, before someone taps him on the arm, and he looks up.

"spouses club meeting," annabelle says, hooking her arm through his.

"what?" patton says.

"spouses club meeting," lexa repeats.

"i'm—i'm not a," patton says, blushing. he isn't the only one—he sees virgil going red, too. they've been dating for barely a couple weeks, that's very far off from—well—

"i'm not a spouse either, technically," lexa points out, "but that's what we're calling it anyways. virgil, we're stealing your boyfriend."

"do i have a choice in the matter?"

"nope!" lexa says cheerfully. "you, patton sanders, have gossip for us."

"goss—" patton repeats, frowning, before he looks to virgil. "oh—oh! lex, it isn't gossip, really—"

"not gossip, sure," annabelle scoffs. "it's only been ten years, we're getting the story—"

"steal him," virgil says immediately.

"traitor," patton cries out, softly enough so that it doesn't attract the attention of anyone else in the room; he'd gotten enough of that when he'd tried to kiss virgil.

"you aren't automatically immune, you've got siblings to deal with," annabelle tells virgil sweetly, and laughs when virgil pulls a face, suddenly looking younger, like the man in his early twenties that he had been their first christmas all together like this.

and so patton is tugged off into the kitchen, where adam, lexa, annabelle, moira, and ryu all sit, ready to hear the story of how they got together, and patton knows that the rest of their trip will be spent like this—being pulled off into subgroups, whether it be spouses, or kids, or siblings, or other arbitrary combinations that would happen on the fly. patton knows he'll spend the rest of the trip eating his weight in ginger snaps, and coming up with fun activities for the kids, and having a million different conversations with everyone, trying to organize how they'll be able to gather in smaller groups during the new year, and—

—and patton knows he's in for a very chaotic, very merry christmas.

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batfam-rewrites · 3 years

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Batfam During Quarantine: Happy Holiday’s

December 1

Duke: So, what weird traditions do you have for Christmas.

Stephanie: What makes you think we have weird traditions?

Duke: Please, at this point you all are so predictable, I can tell you all what you’re gunna to do on Christmas Day. Dick text everyone he knows that celebrates Christmas Merry Christmas,

Dick: Why shouldn’t I?

Duke: Jason is gunna bitch about all of his presents or tune us out or both, Tim is gunna sleep through most of it because he’ll be up all night wrapping presents, Steph will spend most of the day on social media, Barbara and Dick will get very cozy on the couch probably reading something, and Damian will wake everyone up by jumping on the bed screaming,

Barbara: Sounds about right!

Cassandra: What about us?

Duke: You guys are just about as new as I am to this family so I’m not to sure.

Harper: So there is some weird tradition?

Dick: Nothing too weird, just an advent calendar.

Tim: But with movies, so for example the first day could be Home Alone, the next day could be Planes, Trains, and Automobiles, then the Charlie Brown Christmas Special, then Home Alone 3...

Cassandra: I’m assuming Home Alone 4 is in there somewhere?

Stephanie: No, fuck that movie!

Cassandra: Damn, just assuming! Don’t get so judgmental.

Jason: The only movie that is consistently.....

Dick: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, don’t ruin the surprise, Jaybird!

Jason: Whatever, you’ll love the movie. It’s funny as hell.

Duke and Cassandra: Coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool.

December 6

At a mall in Central City

Dick: *grabs a large stuffed animal unicorn and walks with Wally towards Jason, Victor, Roy, and Donna This is Fred.* He’s coming with us.

Donna: Dick, what is this?

Dick: You didn’t hear it from me but *whispers loudly* Fred is a secret agent. He’s here to save all unicorn kind.

Roy: *stiffles a laugh*

Wally: *laughs loudly*

Victor: Why do you need a unicorn? You’re not a child!

Dick: It’s for Dami. And Fred is a secret agent.

Roy: Uhh no he’s......

Dick: *throws Fred at Roy* Sneak attack!

Roy: Hey!

Donna: You don’t get the unicorn back until we get to the car!

Dick: No fair! *spots the pet store across the way* OOOOO, PUPPIES! *jumps on Jason’s back* Piggy back ride.

Jason: No! *throws Dick off his back*

Victor: Jason, what is up with Dick today?

Jason: No idea.

Dick and Wally: *starts hopping like a frog around the store*

December 10

Damian: HAPPY HANUKKAH, SUCKAS!!!

Bruce: Settle down Damian.

Damian: NEVER!!!!!

Bruce: Okay, we’ll see you guys soon, we’ll be at Kane Manor. Alfred is in charge.

Dick: Why not me! I’m responsible!

Bruce: No you’re not.

Dick: I am too!!!

Barbara: Really? What about last night?

——

Nightwing: Hey, Babs, check this out! *jumps off the roof of a building* YEAH I’M FREEEEEEEE! FREE FAAALLLLLIIIN’! fires his grappling hook across the street

——

Dick: So? That proves nothing!

Selina: *whispers to Damian* Get to the car.

Damian: *starts leaving*

Bruce: Goodbye everyone see you in eight days! *backs away slowly* ALFREDS IN CHARGE!!! *running to the garage*

December 13

Jason: *to Stephanie, Tim, Cassandra, Harper, and Cullen* Okay, everyone hold on!

Barbara: What’s going on?

Jason: We’re sledding down the stairs.

Barbara: Without me! Someone make room! Let’s go!

They sled down the stairs landing outside.

Dick: I’M GOING NEXT!!!!

December 15

Damian: Can I light the candle tonight?

Bruce: I don’t think that would be safe enough. Maybe next year.

Damian: You let me roam the streets of America’s hell hole dressed with a target on my chest, how would lighting a candle be MUCH WORSE THEN THAT?

Bruce: You can’t be trusted with fire! Last time I tried to let you light Dick’s birthday candles you set the table in fire!

Kate: Shit Damian! I thought you were getting better.

Damian: I’M TRYING! NOW GIMME THE LIGHTER OR ELSE I’LL SLIT YOUR THROATS!

December 19

Tim: *walks in the back door* We got the tree!

Jason: *runs down the stairs* Lets see it!

Damian, Cassandra, Dick, and Barbara run down stairs to see the tree and stare at it.

Dick: Ummm.... Tim, Steph, did you guys think of how the tree would fit into our house?

Stephanie: Well you said to get a cheap one and we did! We got it for free!

Damian: And where did you get it? The woods?

Tim: How did you know?

Dick: Okay, we’ll find somewhere to place this one and get a new one to decorate tomorrow.

Tim and Stephanie: Okay.

Three squirrels jumps out of the tree.

Damian: SQUIRREL!!!

Dick: Don’t touch it!

Jason: Let it bite you!

Barbara: *elbows Jason in the side* Jason, shut up!

December 20

Bruce: Can someone hand over the Joker ornament?

Dick: *hands over the ornament*

Jason: That ornament is the bomb!

Everyone: Oh my god!

Jason: Look, I’m just saying I would definitely not break that one with a crowbar!

Dick: Shut up Jason!

Barbara: You’re not the only one to have been traumatized by the Joker, Jason!

Jason: Yeah, but I’m the only one the Joker killed.

Harper: Why do you even have ornaments of your villians, Bruce!

Stephanie: Oh, I got this one! Because the trophies in the Bat-cave aren’t enough!

Jason: *high fives Stephanie*

Bruce: It’s because I like to remember those who are not spending the holidays in the most ideal place.

Jason: So you are capable of emotion! I never knew!

Alfred: *hits Jason on the head*

Dick: Awww, this is a cute one *holds up an ornament of Bruce and Selina kissing in their costumes*

Selina: I’ll hang that one up! *reaches for it and places it on the tree* Do you remember that one Bruce?

Bruce: Yeah, that was when we first started working together. *both of them kiss*

Damian: I CAUGHT THE SQUIRRELS!!!

Dick: No!

Barbara: Put it outside!

Damian: I’m going to adopt it!

Alfred: No your not!

Bruce: Set it free!

Jason: *takes the squirrels and throws them outside*

Harper: Problem solved.

Damian: NOOOO! MY BABIES! *runs to the door*

Dick: *puts a hand on Damian’s shoulder* It’s for the best.

Christmas Eve

Jason: Yippee Ki Yay motherfuckers!

Harper: So we’re watching Die Hard?

Jason: Fuck yeah! And then The Ref!

Duke: Oh! That is a great movie!

Tim: Damn it! You all weren’t supposed to know the movie!

Harper: We still haven’t seen it! Sounds interesting!

Tim: Yeah but now the reaction is going to be underwhelming.

Dick: I don’t know. I’d probably just be whelmed.

Jason: NO! *jumps towards Dick and wrestles him* I...hate...your...use...of....those.....words.

Dick: Get off me!

Bruce: Jason! Get off of your brother!

Jason: Fuck you!

Alfred: *grabs Jason’s ear*

Jason: Ouchie! Alfred!!!

Alfred: I’ve frankly had enough of your swearing today Jason! Go to your room and don’t come down until it is time to grab your wrapping paper for the presents you bought!

Jason: *stomps towards his room* I’m fucking....

Alfred: STOP SWEARING OR ELSE I WILL WASH YOUR MOUTH OUT WITH SOAP! AND STOP STOMPING!! IF YOU’RE GOING TO ACT LIKE A CHILD THEN I’LL TREAT YOU LIKE ONE!!!

Bruce: Thank you, Alfred!

Alfred: Not a problem Master Bruce.

Later that night

Harper: Omg, this movie is hilarious!!!

Cullen: How have we never seen this before?

Damian: HOW DARE YOU SHELTER ME FROM WATCHING THIS! THIS IS THE GREATEST CHRISTMAS MOVIE I’VE SEEN!

Bruce: I am regretting not having Damian wait a year. Am I a bad parent?

Tim and Stephanie: Yes.

Cassandra: Hey Dick, when do we get to open presents?

Dick: I’m not saying it.

Cassandra: Babs?

Barbara: Nope!

Cassandra: Jason?

Jason: WHAT!

Cassandra: When are we going to open presents?

Dick: Jason, don’t do it!

Jason: Presents? Is that what you said? Presents? We'll open them when we get there. No, in fact, I'll save you the trouble. Your present is a giant fucking cannon. And you're gonna crawl in it. Then I'm gonna get 2 pounds of gunpowder and I'm gonna shoot you right out of Jersey! And then I'm gonna drive to Jersey, and pick up all the parts of your body and put them in a plastic bag. Then I'm gonna drive to my house with you in the bag and toss you into the fireplace. I'm gonna get my glass of whiskey and watch the Charlie Brown Special with your ashes burning IN MY FUCKING HOUSE! AGH!

Alfred: *runs in with a bar of soap and shoves it in Jason’s mouth* WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT THAT MOUTH!!!!

Christmas Day

Damian: *jumps out of bed and runs to Bruce’s and Selina’s room* YOU GUYS DRESSED!

Selina: Ehhh....

Damian: *opens the door and jumps on the bed* COME ON IT’S TIME TO OPEN PRESENTS!!!!

Dick: *walking by* Damian, what do you think you’re doing?

Damian: PRESENTS!!!

Dick: *stares at Damian* Presents.

Damian: *locks eyes with Dick*

Dick: Presents! Babs, come here!

Barbara: *walks over* What’s up?

Dick: Presents.

Barbara: Presents!!

Dick: PRESENTS!!!!! *lifts up Damian and they run downstairs to look at their presents*

Jason: Can you basic bitches keep it down? I’m trying to sleep.

Damian: *grabs one of Jason’s presents* this feels like it won’t break! *throws the present at Jason’s door*

Jason: *catches the present and opens it* AWESOME! A BOOK OF H.P. LOVECRAFT’S STORIES!!!

Dick: How is Jason such a nerd?

Barbara: *shrugs her shoulders*

Tim: PRESENTS!!!! *runs down the stairs*

Stephanie: LET’S GO SUCKAS!!!!! *runs down the stairs*

Duke: *to Bruce* Is it always like this?

Bruce: *sipping coffee* I wish I can say no.

Harper: If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em! *runs into the fray* Where’s my presents ass-hats!

New Years Eve

Everyone: 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...Happy New Year!

Dick: *kisses Barbara*

Stephanie: *kisses Tim*

Bruce: *kisses Selina*

Jason: *turns to look for some one* Oh, that’s right, I have no one.

Harper: *raises his glass of grape juice* Here’s to hopefully a better year!

Everyone: Cheers!

Happy New Year everyone! I hope you all had a safe and wonderful holiday! this month. Sorry if there are any errors. Much like the last one this was a bit last minute! Let’s hope that 2021 will be a much better year than 2020!

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uh-drarry · 3 years

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Day 10 - Menorah Candles

Happy Hanukkah to those who celebrate! This is from the wonderful list posted by @remus-john-lupin ! Thank you so much to @bisexualronaldweasley for beta-ing, you deserve a treat for all this work.

These are within the universe of my other content, but you do not have to read those to understand these. I won’t be making them all within the same time period but they’ll take place in different years of the same au. This one takes place sometime after Wolfstar is engaged. Happy December and Happy Holidays!

Please someone tell me if I got anything wrong regarding Hanukkah or the menorah. Unfortunately, I knew nothing about the holiday before I did research for this small fic.

Sirius shifted on the bed beside Remus, waking up slowly. Sirius’s eyes were still closed, and Remus watched as his arm reached over, searching for and finding Remus’s chest. “Mmm, morning,” Sirius grumbled, and pulled Remus into his arms for a cuddle.

Chuckling, Remus turned to face Sirius, giving him a kiss. “Good morning, babe.” Sirius still hadn’t opened his eyes, instead burying his face under Remus’s chin.

Rubbing his fiancé’s back, Remus asked, “Are you going back to sleep? Or are you going to help me make breakfast?”

“Ten more minutes?” Sirius mumbled back.

In response, Remus just pulled Sirius closer.

Ten minutes later, Remus woke him up. “Come on, it’s time. Help me make pancakes, babe.”

“But I’m so comfortable,” Sirius whined.

“Nope, I gave you your ten minutes, up! You don’t want to disappoint my mum, do you?”

Sirius sat up quickly. “I’m up!”

“So you get up for Hope, but not your fiancé. Love you too.”

“Hey! We’re staying in your parents’ house and she cooks for us all the time, we can do something nice for her. I just maybe forgot that we weren’t at home.” Sirius pouted, moving to put on a shirt and sweatpants.

Laughing, Remus quietly made his way down to the kitchen. Luckily, his parents were still sleeping, so they’d have time to get everything done.

“Alright, let’s do this,” Sirius said, coming into the kitchen.

“Sirius,” Remus replied, then waited for his fiancé to look at him. “No flour fights. Not in my mum’s kitchen.”

Sirius just clutched at his chest and gasped, acting scandalized. “Why, I never!”

When they were just about finished, Sirius was setting the table in the other room and Remus heard him greet his parents.

“Hope, Lyall! Happy Hanukkah!” Sirius said loudly. Remus couldn’t make out anything else, but he soon heard someone come up behind him as he was plating the last of the pancakes. Turning, he found his mum waiting.

“Happy Hanukkah, mum.” He leaned in for a hug when she opened her arms and he received a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you for making breakfast, honey. And happy Hanukkah to you, too.” She leaned back with a smile and moved to the plate of food. “Are these ready?”

“Yep, can you bring them out and I’ll grab the rest?”

Moving to the table, he greeted his dad, and joined his family for breakfast.

When the sun was setting that evening, everyone got ready for the lighting of the first menorah candle.

Gathering around the menorah, Hope asked Sirius if he’d like to light the candle.

Sirius looked startled. “Are you sure, Hope?”

“Absolutely, dear,” she responded, handing him the shamash.

Sirius took the candle from Hope and looked at Remus, still surprised.

Remus smiled back, and whispered, “Light the one on the left.”

Sirius lit the first candle with a blinding smile on his face.

During dinner, they spoke about previous holidays and traditions, and Sirius asked questions about Hanukkah. He had grown up in a non-religious household, and Remus knew how much it meant to him to be included.

When they were finished eating and sitting together in the living room, Remus’s parents handed them chocolate coins. Remus laughed and thanked them, explaining to Sirius what gelt was and that it was a common gift during Hanukkah.

Sirius looked slightly worried after the explanation and turned to Remus. “Did we get them gifts?” he whispered.

Remus smiled. He left the room and came back with two wrapped boxes. “These are from us,” he said, handing them to his parents and giving them each a kiss on the cheek.

Remus sat next to Sirius once again. Grabbing his hands, he smiled at his fiancé. “Thanks for coming to celebrate with us, Sirius.”

Masterlist

#wolfstar #wolfstar ficmas #wolfstar fic #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fanfic #Remus Lupin #remus #sirius #Sirius Black #Sirius Lupin #ficmas #harry potter au

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ghostspideys-moved · 4 years

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chasing visions of our futures: chapter one

a/n: I haven’t given up on my other oc fic, I’m just taking a little break, and I had lots of ideas as of lately for this one, so hopefully people still enjoy this as well.

word count: 1.5k

pairing: barry allen x oc

summary: River Matthews decides to cause some chaos in Central City, mostly for fun, but also for the attention she knows she’ll get from The Flash. When he catches her, and she gets a second chance, she has to decide whether she should take it or if there’s no changing for her. There’s a lot more to her the more Barry tries to dig, and the more he does, the more River’s afraid he won’t like what he finds out.

chapter summary: River causes some chaos in Central City, and so close to the holidays. But she may have given herself too much credit in thinking she could escape the Flash.

With the holiday season already in motion, plenty of people were scrambling to pick up last minute presents here and there. River could practically feel the stress and anxiety buzzing in the air. Central City surely didn’t take the holidays lightly.

A number of stores were open later to accommodate all the frantic last minute shopping everyone was doing. For as cheerful as the holidays were supposed to be, the intense emotion and rushed thoughts as people hurried from one store to another hit River like an oncoming train. But by now, she was used to it. She’d need to focus anyways if she was going to go through with her plan.

Tuning out all of the noise that came with hearing people’s every thought, she made her way into a nearby toy store. Naturally, the store was decorated as far as the eye could see. There was no escaping the mass amounts of tinsel and paper snowflakes.

As a kid, she might have loved the flashy displays, but after all this time, it mostly felt bittersweet. What she definitely didn’t love was the crowd of people frantically searching the store, hoping to find whatever it is their children desired. It was that much harder keeping her powers in check with so many of them, but she tried her best to push through it.

Though it might seem a childish plan in nature, River weaved her way past people, using whatever powers she could muster to mess with the toys in just about every aisle. She watched on with something that might have resembled joy as toys came to life, marching off of shelves and attacking people. Of course, it didn’t take long for people to realize and run towards the entrance, screaming and clattering over each other to escape. There were little plastic robots chasing after people, toy monkeys attacking shoppers with their symbols, demonic-looking dolls biting at people like something out of a horror movie, you name it.

River couldn’t help the laugh that escaped as she watched the chaos. All it had taken was a few little toys and everyone was running off in horror. It was kind of pathetic, the way she saw it, but that was what she’d been hoping for.

And, as she’d expected, the Flash was quick to show up to the scene as the last wave of shopper passed by him. River, not wanting to get caught for obvious reasons, made a run for it.

Of course, she wasn’t stupid. She knew she couldn’t outrun a speedster. But River had the upper hand as far as she knew. Without hesitation, she ran through the aisles, her body completely passing through the shelves as though they weren’t even there at all. The Flash was already after her, though she briefly saw him pause, probably confused to see her moving through things like a ghost. But whatever the case, he was shaken out of it rather quickly, and to River’s dismay, he could do exactly the same thing, and he was fast. There was no winning this, was there?

Before she knew it, the Flash caught up to her and slapped a pair of handcuffs around her wrists. River tried to phase through them, but it didn’t work. That hadn’t ever happened before, and she felt a slight panic settle in her chest.

“Good luck getting out of power dampening cuffs,” Flash said, a knowing grin on his face.

Not River’s finest moment, but she supposed this was on her for even thinking this would go well for this time. She’d had several run-ins with him this week, but maybe she’d just gotten sloppy and overconfident this time.

As pained as she was to be caught, River didn’t really put up a fight on their way to S.T.A.R. Labs. There was no point. Even worse was being locked away in a cell that was made to counteract her powers.

“Bringing toys to life in the middle of a store? Kind of tacky and cartoonish, don’t you think?” The guy in charge of locking her up - Cisco, she was sure she’d heard Flash call him in passing - was getting on her nerves just a bit. “Not very talkative, are you?”

“Not to people locking me in...whatever this is.”

“It’s called the Pipeline, for your information,” Cisco explained. “And you’re not getting out, so I wouldn’t try if I were you.”

If he wasn’t standing on the other side of the glass, River might have done something to shut him up, but she couldn’t. For a brief moment, she was relieved to see the Flash return. At least she could tolerate him better.

“You know, after three days of trying to stop you, you made it surprisingly easy this time,” he said.

River sat down, leaning against the cell wall. “Not on purpose. I let my victories get to my head, and here we are.”

“Well, it was harder with barely any way to track you. You know, there isn’t a single record of you anywhere past eight years old? Why is that?”

Sure, River was locked up and unable to escape, but she wasn’t going to give in so easily. “Does it matter? You caught me.”

He didn’t seem satisfied with that answer, and she couldn’t blame him truthfully. Over the past few days, she’d learned she couldn’t read his mind, or any speedsters. They thought way too fast for her to comprehend. But she could tell he had a curious nature to some degree. And his next onslaught of questions sold that for her.

“Well, as far as we know, you’re not a metahuman. Doesn’t seem like you were here during the particle accelerator explosion. So how’d you do that? With the toys?”

“Magic.” There wasn’t the slightest bit of teasing in her voice, but they didn’t seem to believe her.

“Magic’s not real, so nice try,” Cisco said.

“It’s just as real as Santa Claus.”

The Flash and Cisco shared a look of confusion as they turned to one another. “I’m sorry, do you think Santa is real?” Cisco asked.

River looked up at them, wondering what the hell they were so surprised for. “Yeah? Doesn’t everyone? Isn’t that like the whole point?”

“Oh my god,” Flash said under his breath. “You dropped off the face of the Earth when you were eight, and no one told you since then?”

“Look, I don’t know, okay? The last time I celebrated anything was with my mom and my brother before I disappeared, and that was Hanukkah when I was eight. So, yeah.”

It was then that River realized that was already too much information. It wasn’t on purpose, though. It just came out.

“Where did you even go when you disappeared?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Cisco snorted. “We’ve seen a lot of weird shit. Try us.”

River hesitated for a moment. They’d probably just think she was crazy. “I went to Hell, that’s where.” They both seemed less surprised than she’d expected.

“What did you do to deserve getting sent there?” Flash asked. “Especially as a kid?” “I’ve really already told you too much,” she said, wrapping her arms around her knees. “You also didn’t look all that shocked.”

“We have some friends who deal with that kind of thing.”

River raised an eyebrow. “And yet you still don’t believe in magic.” “Magic is just science we haven’t figured out yet.”

She couldn’t help snorting. “Yeah, alright. Are we done now?” For a moment, she thought they might let her be so she could wallow in her misery. But just as they were about to leave, the Flash seemed to have a sudden thought, like a light bulb suddenly went off in his head. “We know this guy - a friend of ours who helps us sometimes. Half-demon, surprisingly nice, really into plants. His name’s Hawthorne. You wouldn’t happen to know him, would you?”

At first, River was ready to dismiss it, but they’d perfectly described her brother. Though she hadn’t seen him since she disappeared, she’d kept tabs on him, whether he knew it or not. Mostly out of curiosity.

“Maybe.” She wasn’t sure if she wanted her brother involved in this. She could only imagine how disappointed he might be in her.

“Will you just give us one second?” Cisco dragged him away, presumably to discuss whatever it was they were thinking. She couldn’t make out anything under the hushed voices, unfortunately. Before long, they wrapped it up and turned to her again.

“Right, well, we will be back with something for you to eat, because we aren’t monsters, and then we’ll figure out what to do with you in the meantime,” Cisco said, clapping his hands together. “So just sit tight.”

Already, River wasn’t liking this at all. But there wasn’t much she could do about whatever they decided to do, so she did exactly that and tried not to die of boredom in her cell. True to their word, Cisco came back with something for her to eat in the meantime.

By the time the Pipeline door opened again, Hawthorne was standing on the other side with the Flash, and he looked very surprised to see her. He must have been expecting anyone else but her.

“I’m sorry, what is my sister doing here?” Hawthorne asked, turning to Flash. “Barry, you didn’t tell me I was dealing with my sister.”

“I didn’t know!”

River stood finally, crossing her arms. “Nice seeing you again, Thorny.” The look on his face was priceless, and she never wanted to forget how equally terrified and confused he looked. “Surprised to see me?”

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