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bingwriterxo · 9 months

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the shakespeare exhibit - part 9

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: in which it's time to celebrate the holidays

warnings: implied smut

word count: 2900+

author's note: long awaited but finally here

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"Seriously?" Tara asked as she stepped into the living room, a mug of hot chocolate in each hand. Her eyes were trained on the television, which was displaying the Elf title screen in all its fluorescent-glory. "We watch this every Christmas Eve!"

"Exactly!" Chad said, twisting around to grab one of the mugs from her hand. His face was alight with joy, his eyes wide and sparkling. "It's a tradition now!"

Tara glanced at Mindy, who shrugged. "Don't look at me. I wanted to watch Krampus," the girl said.

Chad huffed. "And I told you I'm done with horror movies. We already lived through one." He took a sip from his drink, and his eyebrows raised the moment the hot chocolate touched his tongue. "Tara! This is actually pretty good."

Tara frowned. "'Actually'?"

The boy glanced away sheepishly. "Well, you know, you have the tendency to--"

"Burn things," Sam deadpanned from behind as she exited the kitchen, mugs in her own hands. She handed one to Mindy, who immediately started gulping it down, and then turned to Tara. "The last three times you tried to make anything, our fire alarm went off."

Well maybe we shouldn't have such a sensitive alarm, Tara thought, furrowing her eyebrows. "Whatever," she scoffed, rounding the couch to sit between the twins. She pulled the blanket off Chad and covered herself, ignoring his whines. "Let's just watch Elf."

Mindy reached for the remote, and just as she was about to hit play, there was a knock on the front door. Every tensed slightly--an involuntary reaction none of them seemed to be able to shake--and Sam stood, edging toward the door slowly. She looked out through the peephole, and Tara watched as she sighed with relief, her shoulders relaxing. She undid the locks, opened the door, and Danny popped his head into the living room.

"Am I late?" the man asked as he shuffled inside.

"Perfect timing, man," Chad answered, holding his hand out. Danny dapped him up quickly before settling on the armchair, leaving room for Sam to squeeze beside him. "Okay," Chad started, lifting his legs to put his feet on the coffee table, "Elf time."

Almost as soon as Mindy pressed the play button, there was a thud against the front door. Again, everyone sat up a little straighter. Tara swallowed, her eyes trained on the doorknob as it twisted slightly.

This is it, she thought. Ghostface is going to attack us on Christmas Eve, because why the fuck not?

There was another thud, softer this time, and Danny glanced around the room, resolving to open the door. Everyone's attention was on him as he crept up, looked through the peephole, and then chuckled.

"You've got a present outside, Tara," he said, undoing the locks that Sam had redone and opening the door.

A present? she wondered. It's too late for UPS to be here.

There, in the hallway, beneath the flickering yellow light, stood you, your arms weighed down by bags and a small red spot forming on your forehead. You grinned at the group sitting inside.

"Hi!" you greeted, lifting your hands to show off what you had brought. "I have presents!"

Tara scrambled to stand, hastily placing her hot chocolate on the coffee table, and launched herself into you. You stumbled back a few steps before setting the bags on the floor and wrapping your arms around her waist.

"Hey, pretty girl," you muttered into her hair.

She pulled back, staring up at you with a gleaming smile. "What're you doing here? I thought you were stuck in Zoom calls with overseas family members." She had invited you to the Christmas Eve excursions, but you had declined for the aforementioned reason.

You giggled. "I was, but we ended a bit earlier than normal, so I thought I'd come over." You glanced over the top of your head at the others in the living room. "I hope I'm not intruding."

"The more the merrier, buddy!" Chad exclaimed, holding his hand out as Tara twisted around to stand beside you. You simply stared at him for a moment before taking his hand in your own and shaking it.

Tara couldn't help the laugh that escaped her. Stupid, she thought. Chad seemed to be thinking the same thing as he tilted his head yet accepted the handshake.

As you pulled away from Chad, Tara glanced up at you. "Why did you knock so menacingly?" she asked, and then she looked up a little higher at the red mark on your forehead. "Did you use your head?"

You smiled shyly and nodded. "My hands were too full," you admitted. You perked up, whipping around and grabbing the bags you had left by the door. "That reminds me: I have gifts for you guys."

Tara watched you, sighing dreamily. She's so perfect. She'd be such a good mom. She shook her head. No baby thoughts, Tara. Now's not the time.

"This one's for you, Mindy," you said as you handed the girl one of the paper bags. "This is for you, Chad." He greedily accepted the package you held out to him. "Sam, for you." The bag was small and thin, and Tara didn't have to watch to know that it was another bottle of wine. "Uh, Danny, I didn't know you'd be here."

The man shook his head and waved you off. "Don't worry about it."

"Oh!" You reached for your wallet and drew out a few hundred-dollar bills. Tara's eyes widened. Who the hell carries that much cash on them? she thought, before shrugging and thinking, I guess when your parents have as much money as hers do, it doesn't even matter. You held them out to him. "Here! Merry Christmas!"

He simply stared at you, unblinking, for so long that it started to unnerve Tara. Hesitantly, like you would lean down and bite him if he moved too fast, he reached out and took the money from your hands.

"...Thanks," he said. Sam rolled her eyes and leaned toward him, whispering something in his ear. Tara heard the tail-end of the statement: "....family's rich." Danny nodded his head and smiled. "Yeah, thanks. Merry Christmas, kid."

You grinned happily and then turned back to the twins, waiting for them to open their presents. Mindy glanced at Chad, who shrugged and started ripping into the package you had handed him. He pulled out a pristine, red football jersey that had 'Bosa' on the back. Beneath the numbers was a large scribble.

"Holy shit," Chad said, his eyes practically bulging out of his head as he stared at the jersey. "You got this signed by Bosa?! The Bosa?!"

You nodded, giggling. "Yup. Or, well, my dad got him to sign it, but same thing."

Chad leaned back and sighed happily. "Man, you are such a great addition to his family."

Your smile widened at his words, and Tara thought you might start bouncing up and down as she looked at you, a soft smile on her own face. God, I agree with Chad for once, she thought. It's a fucking Christmas miracle.

"Okay," Mindy began, hesitantly opening her own bag. "I don't think you can top that, but let's see what's in here." With careful hands, she pulled out a framed poster, and her jaw dropped so wide that Tara briefly thought it had broken. "No fucking way! Absolutely no fucking way!" She spun it around so that everyone else could see, and even Tara was shocked to see a Stab poster signed by all of the original cast members.

"It was a little difficult tracking everyone down, but we got there eventually," you said, beaming. "I hope you like it."

"Like it? Y/N, this is the best gift I've ever gotten in my entire life!" Mindy practically shouted. Her face fell quickly. "No one tell Anika that. I promised her that the necklace she bought was the best thing ever."

A chorus of laughter erupted throughout the room, and while everyone was distracted, you turned to Tara. "I have something for you," you said, tilting your head in the direction of her bedroom. "Can we...?"

She caught on quickly, nodding fervently, and grabbed your hand, shouting out a, "Watch the movie without me!" to which Sam responded, "Door open, Tara!" Yeah, right, she thought.

Tara pulled you inside and, much to the muttering complaints of her sister, shut the door behind you. She led you to her bed, where you sat on the edge of it and pulled something from your pocket.

"It's just something small," you started, glancing away shyly, "because your real gift is coming tomorrow, but I just...I wanted to give it to you today." She smiled at your nerves, thinking, She's just too cute. Too fucking cute.

She sat beside you. "Okay," she said. "But, just so you know, I only got you one gift."

You giggled and held the gift out. It was a small envelope, tiny enough to have fit in the pocket of your sweatpants, with your scrawl on the front. Tara furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at it and then took it from your hand. With slow and steady fingers, she opened the envelope, shivers running up her back as she realized what it was.

"It's your museum ticket," you said, watching her carefully, "from the day we met. Or, well, it's a copy of your ticket, since, you know, you have--or, had--the original." You shrugged and bit your lip. "I thought it would be a cute memento, but if it's dumb, you can just--"

She leaned in and shut you up with a soft kiss, trying to put all of the love she felt for you into it. When she pulled away, you were a blushing mess, and your words had died on your tongue.

"How did you get this?" she asked, looking back at the ticket.

You scratched at the back of your neck. "After I realized this was something"--you gestured between the two of you--"I scoured through the computer one day after work looking for your last name. There aren't very many Carpenters, so it wasn't too difficult."

That does it. Official. She's the very best thing that's ever happened to me.

"I love you, you know that?" Tara murmured softly.

You grinned. "Yeah, I do." You kissed her. "And I love you, too."

She grinned at you. "Since my door's shut, let me give you part of your Christmas gift," she said, and you blushed at the implication. She kissed you again and pushed you onto your back, easily hovering over you. "Merry Christmas, baby."

* * *

The sun shining in Tara's eyes woke her up. She turned over groggily, pressing her head into your neck, and you grumbled a little, shifting as you were woken up by her movements. Before even saying a word, you leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Morning, pretty," you said, your voice low and scratchy and filled with sleep. Tara melted at the sound, just like she did every time the two of you had a sleepover.

"Merry Christmas, baby," she offered, and your eyes shot open.

"Holy fuck." You sat up quickly, leaving Tara scrambling and confused as you reached for your phone. "Fuck, Tara!" You slipped out of her bed and immediately started getting dressed, stumbling around her room.

She sat up, the sheet pooling around her waist. "What?"

"We're gonna be late!" You pulled your shirt over your head. "Shit, the boys are gonna be so mad that they have to wait to open their presents."

Tara fell onto her back, groaning. This is gonna be a long day, she thought.

* * *

You bursted through the front door of your house, gifts nearly falling from your arms, and were immediately greeted by your brothers.

"Merry Christmas!" you shouted, and the boys swerved around you and headed straight for Tara.

"Tara! Tara!" Eddie cheered. "What'd you get me?"

"Please tell me you didn't get him any cologne. He's been spraying that stuff like mad recently," Nate said, elbowing his brother.

How did I forget how...energetic...they are? Tara wondered. "I'm not telling you," she said to Eddie, and then turned to Nate and said, "But no, it's not cologne."

Eddie frowned. "Darn."

"Oh, thank goodness!" Nate cheered. "Come. Mom and Dad are waiting by the tree. We've been up for hours waiting for you two."

"Hours and hours and hours," Eddie added, grabbing Tara's wrist and tugging her toward the family room.

Hours and hours and hours, she mocked in her head, and then she felt a little bad for mocking a child.

"Why've you guys been up for so long?" you asked as you followed close behind, the gifts blocking your sight slightly. Tara had offered to take some from you, but you had refused.

"Lia woke up early," Nate started.

"So we all woke up early," Eddie finished.

"Plus, grandpa was making pancakes," Nate said.

"And you know how his pancakes are," Eddie added.

When the four of you finally reached the living room, your parents stood.

"The prodigal daughter returns!" your father exclaimed, just as he had when he saw you at Lia's birthday party.

You set the presents down and rushed forward, pulling both of them into a hug. "Hi, guys!" You pulled back and they stepped up, taking Tara into their arms one by one. Even your grandmother offered Tara a hug. "So, presents?"

"Yes!" Nate shouted.

"Finally!" Eddie cheered.

Needless to say, the process of opening presents was chaotic—so much so that, just for a split second, Tara regretted saying yes to coming. You and the adults were calm, carefully unwrapping your presents and ooh-ing and ahh-ing at each one. The boys, on the other hand, left a trail of little pieces of wrapping paper and gift bags and bows, and Lia ended up spitting up everywhere at one point.

This is it, Tara thought at one point as she watched your family. This is every Christmas for the rest of my life. And when the boys opened their presents from her--an edition of an Emily Dickinson book for Nate and a game of COD for Eddie--and basically tackled her as their thank-you's, she thought, Maybe it's not so bad. Yeah, she decided as they cheered and yelled and started bursting out into random Christmas songs, this isn't so bad.

Finally, after everything had finally finished, and there were just two more presents left to give, the rest of the family excused themselves to make lunch in the kitchen. It was you and Tara sitting by the tree alone, neither of you having exchanged your own gifts yet.

"Do you want to go first?" you asked, shifting where you sat, your eyes flickering around.

She's nervous, Tara realized quickly. Awe, she's nervous!

To try to quell your worries, she nodded. "Sure." She grabbed her gift for you, which was neatly wrapped with a little bow on top. Unfortunately for her, she had Chad to thank for the wrapping, but she'd never admit it as you complimented her on how crisp the paper was.

With careful hands, you unwrapped your present, revealing a small ring box. You furrowed your eyebrows as you opened it, and Tara gulped as she watched your eyes widen and your jaw drop.

"Oh my god," you muttered. "Oh. My. God." You pulled the ring from its box. "It's a signet ring! It's Shakspeare's signet ring! I've been looking for one of these for forever!" You slipped it onto your pinky, and Tara sighed with relief when it fit. You brought your hand closer to your face, inspecting the ring. "It even has the heart loop!"

"So, you like it?" Tara asked.

You looked up, a huge grin pulling at your lips and your eyes sparkling with pure joy. "I don't even have the words to describe how much I love it, Tar. Thank you."

She smiled. "Merry Christmas."

You glanced back down at the ring. "Where did you find this?" you asked.

Oh, shit. Should I be honest? God, I should. Damn it. "Uh, I drove up here a few days ago and your brothers and I went shopping. Nate saw it in that antique shop downtown."

You chuckled. "You asked my brothers to help you?" Your voice was light, teasing, and Tara blushed up to her ears.

"...Yes."

You cooed, reaching out to run your thumb along her cheek. 'That's adorable, baby."

"Shut up," she mumbled. "Your turn."

"Okay. Right. My turn." You picked up the little box left beneath the tree and handed it to Tara, breathing out shakily as you did. "I hope you like it."

She was a lot less gentle than you were, eager to know what you had gifted her. She tore through the wrapping paper and tilted her head as a tiny cardboard box revealed itself. When she opened it, she found a gold necklace inside, an emerald pendant dangling from its chain.

"This is beautiful," she said, looking up at you. "Like, seriously beautiful. I don't even know what to say." She lifted it from the box carefully, letting the pendant dangle in the air.

"It was my great grandmother's," you rushed out, and Tara's eyes shot toward you. "It's passed down to each first born in the family on my mom's side, and we're meant to give it to...to the person we want to spend forever with."

Forever. Tara grinned. I like the sound of that.

"I know it's still early in our relationship," you continued, glancing away, "but I'm confident in this." You looked at her, a soft smile playing on your lips. "I'm confident in you."

She shot forward, wrapping her arms around your neck and engulfing you in the tightest hug she could manage. "I'm confident in this, too," she admitted. She pulled back, holding the necklace out to you. "Help me put it on?"

With ease you clasped it around her neck, and when she turned back around, she swore your eyes were sparkling.

"It looks perfect," you said breathlessly. "It's perfect."

You're perfect, she thought. This is perfect. Everything's perfect.

"Hey," she said, calling your attention. "I love you."

You smiled. "I love you, too, Tara. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Y/N."

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braindead94 · 4 months

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The sound of rolling dice, is music to my ears

Reader is a small Elf whos task is to delivering important male to Jack Skeleton when she accidently tripped and lost a few letters.

But when she tries to get it back from the Boogeyman that the entire Halloween town warned her about, he offers her a game to win them back.....

(Merry Christmas yall!!! TW:Kidnapping, Gambling, blow job (female receiving), PIV, bugs)

The crisp air of snow and peppermint filled the air along with the sounds of merriment and laughter from the elfs. You smiled brightly as you stroll along the path with a pirk in your step, waving and greeting other elfs that crossed your path in Christmas Town. The bell on your longstock hat jingled as you spun around in the town square, twirling your green skirt with white fluff on the ends while catching snowflakes on your tongue before dashing off to the end of the street and towards the beautiful forest.

Santa had a new idea for Christmas that involved working with Halloween Town favorite resident, Jack Skeleton. Of course, many people here didn’t take up the idea of mingling with the likes of him because… well, their beloved skeleton kidnaps your town's leader for Saint Nick sakes!

But you took it with a cheerful smile and a happy beat in your heart. You were very curious about the folks in that scary town and for the most part, half of the rumors the elfs spread were ALMOST right.

The monsters and ghouls do eat out of the skulls of animals. They do dress in all black and have slime oozing out of them. Half of them are even dead and walking. But what surprised you the most was that they are all so inviting and open to you.

They were curious about you and your town as much as you are of theirs. The idea was that Santa would take the good children letters and the naughty letters go to Jack with little backstory of their bad behavior. He thought it would be a good idea that the Pumpkin King take up the title of Krampus (minus the whipping and kidnapping). All he had to do was scare them a little, just a little and leave coal.

The tall, bony man was thrilled to be part of this fun idea and always greeted you with a wide grin and a spark in his empty eye sockets. Sooner than later, he and many of the residents became good friends of yours.

Well, except from those oddball kids, Lock, Stock, and Barrel. You paid them no mind when they made fun of your pointy ears and how short you are (you held it in the fact that THEY are short as well). The odd thing was that there would be few bugs around them whenever they appeared, and only to disappear after they left. Or how the insects in Halloween town seemed to follow you about.

You just turn the other cheek and move on when they come onto your path.

Perhaps you could invite some of your friends over to Halloween town one day. Then your whole friends could become one big group so you’ll never have to separate anything anymore.

You hummed a jolly tune as you made your way through the pine trees that slowly dwindled down from thick with wide trunks and brimming with pine leaves to thin and spices. Hiking up your heavy backpack full of tightly packed letters and a box of your homemade Christmas cookies (both chocolate chips and swirl cookies), your wide eyes scanned for your destination.

Seeing the familiar sight of the Holiday doors, you nearly ran over to the pumpkin door and knocked on it, one two three, one two three, one two three four five.

You didn’t have to, but you felt it was only polite to do so before opening it and eagerly jumping in with the brightly colored leaves of red, orange and brown swirled around you and you disappeared into the darkness.

With practice and with muscle memory, you curled up into a ball just when you felt something hard and flat hit your feet, rolling forward and plopping open in the dark and scary forest.

You just got up, dust yourself off and stroll into the well beaten path to the spooky town. The moon was full and bright, almost hurting your eyes as it lighted up your path. The trees around you were tall, lanky and dead with the smell of dried sap and fresh dirt.

You happily stepped on crisp leaves with your curled up shoes, the bell on your long hat jingled, almost skipping on when you saw you were getting close to the three thick or treaters tree house.

Your lips almost made a scowl but pressed on with lead feet, hoping they weren't home to taunt you or throw rotten apples at you again. You were almost passing by the hill when something hooked on the curl of your green shoe and made you trip.

“Wahhhh!!” You crashed hard, your chin hitting the dirt hard. You cringed in pain as you slowly sat up on your knees, only to see your backpack opened and spilling letters out. “Ohhhh no no no no no!” You muttered as you began to snatch them up and shove it in the pack, never bothering to straighten them out or even if they were getting crinkled with the carelessness of stuffing. Thankfully your cookies were still inside.

You turned to your left to gather more, then to your right to get the rest. 8 letters, 5 letters, only 4 more letters to go-

A gust of wind brushed through your exposed hair and picked up the 4 remaining letters in the air. You could only look in disbelief when it landed only a few feet away from the dreaded treehouse. “How on…” You didn’t bother finishing it when you clamped the pack shut and rushed out to grab the remaining envelopes.

But they moved out of your grasp, very comically like an old silent film actor getting his hat. It was as if they were moving on their own. You huffed in annoyance as you unknowingly got closer and closer to the tree, right at the base where the trunk meets the ground… except you stopped at the unexpected moat that dipped down into darkness.

You halted your progress, almost falling off the ledge as you saw the letters getting carried in the air and through an open window by…

Your eyes widened as you saw many beetles clinging onto the white envelopes, their wings buzzing hard as they slipped into the crack of the window just enough for them.

Blinked at how ridiculous this looked, you sat back on your feet and stared at the trunk. Looking through the glass, you saw nothing but darkness.

Welp, this is going to be a problem.

You lean your body back to look up at the treehouse, debating whether or not it’s worth bothering the little deviants and ask to look into their basement, or living room, or whatever it is. But the more you think about it, the more scenarios pop up with unfavorable endings.

You think if Jack would be of assistance but then again, he is a busy skeleton and it would only make things worse when they get caught, they would probably heckle you even more later if that were to be.

You nibble on your thumbnail, your mind racing until a new idea pops up. ‘What if I just…. Sneak in?’ You thought. “No, no, breaking in is bad! And besides, I’m sure those letters are not that important.” You reasoned. ‘But Santa does it once a year for Christmas, for a good reason. And he explained that these children are growing up worse and worse each year with no consequences, they would have to learn to behave for the betterment of their adult years and to others.’ Says the reason in your mind.

A small sigh left your lips as you looked at the dark window, then to the darkness of the moat. Luckily there was a rope that hung from the branches above, so after you made sure to secure your pack, you clamped onto the rope and climbed down to the glass. Luckily it wasn’t locked and you gently let yourself in.

‘Ohhhhh, this still feels wrong. ’ You think as you waved your arm in the dark to feel the walls. Your hands grasp something long and hard. Your brows frowned at the feel of it, how smooth and wrong it felt. Almost familiar though.

You hung onto it and found more things similar to it on the wall and slowly climbed down until your feet touched the floor. Now with the safety of the ground, you looked around to see… still nothing but you can hear a lot of scuffling. Like lots of tiny little feets scampering about all around you.

Quickly thinking, you reach for your bell and with a small blow, you ring it with a golden chime echoing the room and it begins to glow.

The light wasn’t enough to fill in the whole thing, so you saw it was a big room. Wider and bigger than Mr. and Mrs. Claus' own house. You turned around to the wall you climbed down-

You scream when you see skeletons hanging by their wrists and ankles stretching them out without breaking them apart on chains. Their bones covered in disgusting paint as their skulls looked down at you with their jaw open and their sockets looking at you dully.

You tumbled backward before trying to calm yourself down. ‘It’s okay, it’s okay.. It’s just skeletons, you’ve seen them around Halloween Town, you are friends with one. Everything is fi-’

You let out another scream when you look down to see bugs of many sizes and shapes skittering all over the floor, some on your green shoes and almost crawling up your red and white stockings.

Immediately, you stomp and kick at them when you hear a deep chuckle behind you. With a snap, the room began to glow bright and the bigs seemed to be repealed by the light. Within seconds, they disappeared into the cracks of the walls before you.

“Don’t pay them too much, little lady. They are only takin’ a good look at cha.” Said a deep, southern voice behind you.

You turned to see the whole room and blinked in surprise. It was a large game room with a wheel with sharp edges and another skeleton strapped in the middle. The floor you were standing on was a circle with red and black boxes with golden numbers and skull painted on the ends and the middle had cracks that indicated that it was holding something inside.

Further ahead of you was a large throne that was built with big dice and coins with insects crawling in and out of it, and on that throne was a very, very large man who looked at you with keen interest.

His face was plump with a wicked smile on his cupid lips, his teeth all crooked and jagged like broken bottles while the ends of his mouth had stitches that extended his smile. He had a thick mustache with a soul patch on his chin with stitches lining underneath that chin all the to the sides of his face until it hid under his ears. He wore black glasses that glinted in the light.

His black hair groomed back, and his pale skin nearly popped out of his dark, burgundy suit that looked like it was stitched in thick string with a black shirt with a striped, orange and black tie. You looked at the big, stitched up man with a feeling of meeting a hungry lion when you saw him holding the 4 letters in his hands.

“Oh! You have my letters! I’m so sorry for breaking into your home, sir.” You called out as you started to walk towards him, the feeling did not go away as you came closer. “I tripped and lost some of my letters, and for some reason some bugs carried them here. If I may have them back please, I’ll leave your…” You looked around the whole bizarre place for a proper word. “Lovey home.” You finished, now standing in front of him, but still a good few meters away.

Even from this distinct, you could still see how tall he really was, and say how his suit looked a bit tight on him, especially around his belly. He raised a thick eyebrow as he looked over the envelopes in his hands, fanning himself while thinking before giving you a smirk. “No.”

You blinked with your mouth agape.

“I’m-I’m sorry-” “Listen here, darlin’,” He began, his southern drawl laying his voice thick as he crossed his leg over the other, his face never losing that hidden sense of humor. “I know you and your boss loves ta break in and all. But here in Halloween Town, we don’t do that. Especially if ya don’t know what type of surprises linger in our homes. ‘Sides, you don’t have anything to trade for these.” He added as he sat back with a lazy grunt.

Your mind becomes jumbled with excuses for Santa and for your rude intruding as you try to apologize to him when you think of the cookies. “Well, if it’s a trade you want sir, I have some treats with me that you could have.” His eyes, so very human for a resident living in a monster filled world, light up at the word treat. “Well, present them here, cutie.”

Your cheeks turned red as he called you that, nearly fumbling the box out of your backpack. Placing the bag down, you walked up to the man in the chair. It feels odd, so vastly different from Santa Claus, surrounded by kind people and how many children line up to ask him for presents, how his face glowed with warmth and giving. Always have a smile that makes you light up.

This man is the opposite in this lonely game place, letting out a feeling of cold and selfishness, his dark eyes pierced through your soul and even looked at your box with a wide smile as he placed the envelopes on his wide lap as you came up to up. You noticed how your shoulders were just almost taller than his knees. ‘Goodness, he might be taller than Santa himself. ’ You think.

The man reached out and instead of taking the box off your hands, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer between his now open legs (you saw morse stitches on his hands, one ending on the palm of his hand and around his wrist and on the other around his ring finger). You felt your cheeks becoming warmer as his skin, which felt callused and coarse, still held onto you as he opened the box and let out a delighted ah.

“Well ain’t they just the most de-licious looking treats. Did ya make these yourself?” He asked as he just took one and munch on a chocolate chip cookie.

You cleared your throat and answered yes, waiting for him to let you go. But he didn’t, he ate another and another, all while still holding onto you.

“And look at these funny little men with buttons on them! And you get to eat them? You Christmas folks must be darker than I give ya credit for.” He smirked as he took a gingerbread man. You stood awkwardly as you waited for him to finish, mentally sighing and promising to bake more for Sally and the little dead boy with his bat friend.

Once the tall man in stitches finished all the surgery cookies, he finally let go of your arm and sat back with a consent smile on his face and a few crumbs on his patch. “Well shave my legs and call me Bessy, those are one of the best damn things I’ve ever tasted. What are they called?”

You stepped back with a wayward grin and answered him, then explained how you made them though it looked like he didn’t care about the making process of them as he just wiped away the crumbs with a raggedy rag from his jacket pocket.

“So…um, now that you’ve had your cookies, I’ll take the letters back now-” “Now hang on a minute, little sugar. I never did agree to give them to you if I ate any of your delights. You just walked on up and offered them to me like a present. And isn't that what you folks are all about, given shit away for free?”

You stood there flabbergasted, trying to bring up reason but thinking back, he never did verbally agree to give them to you. But the way he was implying should have been enough, right?

“Um…” Was all you could say as you fumble with the red box in your hand, trying to come up with something to get those papers back. “You're really dead set on getting them back, huh?” He chuckled, then a gleam of an idea flashing in his eyes and his smile grew, nearly popping the stitches on the sides.

“How about this, you play a game with me. If you win four times, you get your letters back and you get to leave. How does that sound?” You nodded eagerly before you paused. “Wait, what happens if I lose?”

He let out a laugh as he sat back on his throne. “Well that was quick! Most folks would just play my games before even askin’ that question! Well, little missy if you lose,” He leaned back down to you, his body towering over you. The gleam of his glasses shined before his dark pupils almost glowed green in the shadow. “You get to stay here with me.” He whispered.

You balked at the mere thought of just staying here in this-this empty room of games, stepping away from him. He smirked when you almost tumbled backward that caused you to drop the box. “That-that’s not a fair trade! They are only just papers-”

“Papers that you are so very anxious to get back, like a kid with fire ants in his pants. Are they really that important to risk your own life to break into an unknown territory and just stroll in without knocking the residents first?” The man exclaimed in his heavy southern drawl, collapsing his hands together. “If ya ask me, that just seems mighty rude to me. Almost naughty. And here I thought all pretty little elfs were supposed to be fucking nice.”

Your face nearly crumbled with shame as you fiddled with your hands. “I-I-I’m so sorry sir-I honestly was just-” that did it, you turned around to the window with tears nearly drawn out of your big eyes. “I’ll just leave you alone and never bother you again.”

“Now hold on there, who says you were a bother?” He asked. You halted as you turned back to him. His smirk still present on his face as he held up one paper. That is out of the envelope. “I am very curious about this,” He reads one of it, raising his glasses on his crooked nose. “Kid named Daniel. What’s so special about him, huh? Causing a ruckus with his family? Need someone to discipline him? Maybe I could pay him a visit and teach him a thing or two.” He drawled on as you made your way back to him with rushed steps.

Your bell jingled as you tried to reach out for the paper but he only sat back and held it higher with a laugh. “Give that back! That is meant for Jack Skeleton!”

With the mention of the skeleton name made him stop. The air became tense as you heard thousands of bugs scuttling in the walls as if they were retreating. “Jack Skeleton, eh? What, is that big old oaf of a red lobster asking him to deliver presents again? Or just scare them into being good? Well,”

He smiled wider, wider until the side stitches unravel and his mouth showed more jagged teeth. The glow of his dark eyes showed again as a shadow passed over his face. “Perhaps I could pay the tiny tikes a visit. Scare the living shit out of them myself into being good children.” He whispered, his voice deeper with more voices joining, making him more demonic.

Ice turned your blood cold as your stomach squeezed as he loomed over you. There was no way you could just leave now without those letters. If he knew more about those naughty kids, he could hurt them or worse!

“Let's play a game then!” You squeaked out. “If I win four times then I’ll leave you forever! You won't ever have to hear from me ever again!” His eyes blinked before his side stitches closed up again as leaned back, more calmer but with that same gleam in his eyes.

“A smart decision, little darlin.” He snapped his fingers and a spotlight turned on behind you, pointing to a table and two chairs on each side that popped up behind you.

‘How-when did that-’ The man got up, up and up, startling you to step back as he made his way over to it while stuffing the paper into it’s container. “Now then, what games do you know about, Miss Y/n?” You think as you walk behind him from a safe distance. “Well, I know Uno. That’s a-wait,” You paused, thinking how he was quick to anger when you mentioned Jack just once.

“Maybe not that game. How about Go Fish? I’m good at Go Fi-” “Sugar, I’m asking for a grown-up game, not some” He waved his hand as he sat in one chair. “Child's card game that’s meant to entertain a pathetic 5-year-old. Nah, I’m talking about a real man's game.”

You felt bristled when he insulted a child but kept it to yourself as you went to your chair and climbed up it, slightly pleased that had the right size to let you be seen from the other side of the table, but it did make it harder to climb up it. You made a hum as your mind raced to think of a new game. ‘Alright, so perhaps he might be interested in board games. Maybe he has Sorry?’

“How about Blackjack, do you know that one?” He asked, whipping out a pack of cards out of nowhere. You blinked as he began to shuffle them in a flashy, elegant way over the table with the green velvet feel, like a magician showing off his magic. Your eyes are drawn to how he flicked one card up into the air and caught the rest.

“Or maybe Poker? I’m always a sucker for Poker. If that aint’ your style,'' He rolled his wrist and out appeared two red dice with skulls on it rolled onto the table. “We can play some roulette. The choice is yours to pick, Y/n.”

You think hard, frowning at the table. “Um… I haven’t played any of those games. I’m sorry…” You said sheepishly. His smile widened, and not in a friendly way. “Well that’s alright sweetie, I’ll teach ya. Lets go with Poker then, always a good one to start off with.” You nodded, at least trusting the process of getting those letters back-

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name.” You added. “That you didn’t, my apologies. Around these parts, they call me the Boogeyman, but my real name is Oogie Boogie.” You felt a tingle of recognition from the name in your mind. The people in Halloween Town have mentioned him but never gotten into too much detail. But they did tell you to never trust the Boogie Man, not even with a little penny or your life.

Well, that isn’t a great start off but you had no choice. “Ok, Mr.Boogie. Let’s play Poker.”

So he spent a few minutes teaching you about the game, sprinkling some bits of it’s…. colorful history. It was kinda hard to understand how it works because of his accent but you slowly understood how the game operates, not that he slowed down for you to catch up when he started to deal with the cards out.

Mr.Boogie was even kind enough to play a few practice rounds before playing the game for real after you won some fake rounds (which he gave you begruttle praise for).

Then the game really began.

He placed down one envelope in the center of the table with the green velvet on the top. Then he dealt the cards out until you both got an even 5. Following the rules, you peeked at the first two cards.

They were two threes, one diamond and another a club.

That round was rather short but you managed to win that first round easily with the rest of the three being 6s, two spades and one club.

Oogie just smiled widely at your winning before dealing for another round while you eagerly get the first letter back.

The next round was a bit harder as you tried to keep your face neutral when you saw you got two aces. You looked at his face, really trying to study him as he looks at his own. He rubbed the soul patch on his chin, deep in thought before going in. You placed it down, then flipped up the rest of the cards when it showed that his cards were just as good as your aces.

It was three more aces.

You let out a cheer of glee as you picked up the second letter while you spun around on your chair, the golden bell at the end of your hat jingled along with your laughter. Oogie patiently waited until you sat back down with a bright smile on your face.

He had his own smile that didn’t look right.

“Why don’t we make this more interesting, sug.” he said. Still riding on that winning high, you nodded eagerly. “How ‘bout we throw in some strip poker fer a few rounds?”

That…. Threw you off that high ride. “Strip? As in… stripping wallpaper off?” You asked. The man in stitches let out a belly full laughter, tilting his head as he did so while you felt even more confused and peeved at his bizarre behavior.

After he calmed down enough, he stared at you with a glint inside of the dark pools in the middle of his eyes with a glowing but of green inside of them and said “No little doll. After you lose a hand, you have to take one article of clothing off of you until you're completely naked.”

Your face reddened hard while you dropped your cards on the table as if they caught on fire. “No, no way! Absolutely not! That is very inappropriate and really weird! Why would you want to add that in? Why would anybody play strip poker?!” You shrieked as you crossed your arms.

He just shrugged nonchalantly. “To enhance the experience! It gets folks on the Human side all riled up, make it interesting! Otherwise this whole game would be dull, and you are having a good time ain'tcha? You don’t want to ruin that with just two more rounds, right?”

Your cheeks felt warm but you did pounder on his words for a bit.

The game was starting to get good, and you felt like you had a winning streak going on….. Pulse you have layers of clothing on sooo….

You square up your shoulders, clearing your throat before agreeing with him with a soft okay.

Oogies face broke out in his grin and his eyes flashed green again.

The first round went quickly as you got new cards, but it ended up with you losing to him. ‘No worries. I have tons of layers.’ You think as you took off your thick red coat and placed it neatly on the back of your chair neatly.

The next round, you lost again, and you slipped your curl toe shoes off and let both of them fall onto the floor limply. The man in front of you huffed in amusement as you continued on with a determined look on your face.

You managed to win the next round with a royal flush, and you squealed in delight and stuck out your tongue at him. Oogie simply smirked at you as he undoes his necktie and plop it onto the table. The next round you won again and gosh! This Poker game is really something else! You let out a whoop when you won the next round.

“Ha! By the time I’m done with this game, I’ll be the Queen of Po-po-poker…” Your excited words trailed off when he sat back and slowly unbuttoned his jacket and instead of taking it off, he slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt. Slowly, one…. By… one as if he was teasing you.

The stitches from under his chin led down his throat and continued on until he fully opened up his shirt, leaving his plump chest and big belly out for all to see.

You stare at the lines between his pecs and two more split on his belly like a peace sign. Oogie Boogie rested his hands on the table and waited for you to speak up. After a full minute had passed by, you leaned forward and looked him in the eyes through his glasses. “Did that hurt?” You asked with concern.

He looked surprised, as if no one had asked him that before he chuckled a bit, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to grab something. “Nah, sugar. It didn’t hurt me at all.” You nodded, not bothering the thought that he never took off his jacket for the strip poker and continued on.

Now, you were really taking your time after you lost your candy cane stockings and the only thing that is keeping you properly covered up is your green dress. Your hat is the last article of clothing is your hat, but the bell is your best chance of escaping out of here in case something goes wrong.

“Can we get back to the letters please, I would like to end this soon so I can leave you in peace.” Oogie smirked, his thick eyebrow raised in a teasing manner. “Why so anxious to leave little o’ me? Am I really that unbearable to be around with?”

You paled as you shook your head no. “I’m so sorry to give you that impression!” You lied, your ears lowering out of habit. “I just don’t want anyone to worry about meEEEE!” You shrieked and you felt something crawling up your bare leg. You shiver and try to shake it off but it held on as it climbed higher and higher-OH NO! It’s a black widow!!

You stood on your highchair as you try to think of a way to get it off without touching it when a large hand reached out with his palms up next to your waist where the creepy crawly stood. “Come along now darlin’. You’re givin our special guest a fright.” He drawls in his thick southern accent. The spider excitedly hopped on his hand and Oogie raised it up closer to your face before withdrawing it onto his seat.

Your heart was still pounding when you began to sit, then froze as you watched the big man bringing the Black Widow to his belly.

The seams on his belly came undone, then slowly his skin split open to reveal darkness with the sounds of lots of something small and slithering and skittering inside him. The spider crawled out of his hand, over his skin and joined in the rest of the sounds, it’s body seemingly mingling with the rest of the dark.

You watched on with disgust as the skin closed in on itself and the seams stitched itself back together and his belly became whole once more. Your skin felt cold as you just stared at his torso before looking up at him. He sat there leaned back with a smirk. “Enjoying the view, little lady? Well, if ya like, you could unwrap me yourself if you're curious about me.” He winked.

You shudder as you pick up your scattered cards and put your focus into the game.

Unfortunately, your mind was not in the same space as it was before and soon you’ve lost another round. He held out his hand for a letter and, with hesitation, you gave one back to him.

The next hour was spent alternating playing poker then strip poker when you felt you couldn’t handle losing a letter. He took off his jacket, leaving his shirt on and unbutton while you took off your fingerless gloves, necklace and after making an uneasy decision, took off your green dress rather than your hat.

If something were to happen, you’ll ring it for a quick emergency.

You could feel the man with the bugs eyes burning onto your bare skin as you shimmy out of it, your cheeks and the tip of your ears blushing hard as you folded it neatly and put it on your lap. Something told you that he might try to take your dress if you leave it unintended. Now you were just wearing a tank top that rested over your bra and stripped panties.

Of course, that decision didn’t go unnoticed.

“Now why take that dress rather than your hat. Granted, you look more adorable, tasty then a slut in the best whorehouse in the world, but I’m just wonderin.” Your face grew red as you stayed silent and picked up your cards again.

He let out a deep chuckle and looked at his cards. You looked into yours and nearly broke out in a grin. It was another royal flush. You nearly wiggled in your seat as you eyed up the very last, nearly crumbled letter that sits too close to Oogie Boogie. You are almost home free!

But then you started to notice the discarded pile and how high it is. You recounted the mount of times he redealt the cards after three rounds, that should have been enough to mix the cards up, right?

You then remember you’ve played an Ace of clubs in one round then the very next one, HE had an Ace of clubs in his winning deck.

“Wait a minute…” You placed your cards down as you leer at the tall man across from you. He glanced up, a knowing look placed in his eyes behind his glasses.

“Are you… cheating?” You asked with a hushed voice. Oogie Boogie just paused before his face broke out in a wide, wide grin. “Took ya long enough.” He said, nearly snickering as he dumped his cards on the table.

You slam your fist on the table, red bloomed on your face as you stood on your chair to scold closer at him. “That isn’t right!? Do you know how dishonest that is? How it ruins the game?! Now this isn’t even a real winning!!” You yelled, your voice nearly breaking from the lack of how much you’ve let your anger go.

“Well then I guess I’ll have those letters back then.” He pointed out, raising a hand with a smile. You blinked, then looked back at the envelopes and paled. Oh no…

“I…” You stutter out but your shoulders crumble downward. He’s right, you didn’t properly win them. So with a heavy hand, you gave it back to him, which he eagerly accepted. But his hand got a bit too close to yours, nearly grazing skin to cold skin.

“How about this, doll face,” Said Oogie with a mocking look of symphony as he collapsed his hands on the table. You waited as you sat down and crossed your arms to warm yourself up. ‘Fudge, I’ll need to get dressed quickly-’

“Let’s play a different game, no tricks, no cheating. Just an honest game of chance.” He said. You blinked at him again. “Y-y-you’re serious?” “As serious as a heart attack, sugar.” He quipped back.

You think about it, really think hard on it.

He’s been cheating, probably from the very beginning. Maybe he didn’t even teach you all the rules of the game and you completely fell for it like a cotton headed ninnymuger!

“Alright, but it has to be with a game I know.” You demanded. He shrugged and sat back with a small grunt. “So, what do ya reckon? Miss.Y/n?”

You ponder… and ponder… then a game up with a game that both Humans and Elfs play. If your kind and Humans know how to play it, then surely he might know. “Do you know the game Passage?”

He smiled wider as he took out his 6 pair of dice he showed you earlier and proceeded to do fancy tricks on his fingers. “I sure do, Y/n.”

You beamed, glad to have something going in your favor. “Good! Then if I win, I get the letters back, not one by one, all of them. And if you win-” “Then you get to stay here with me, little lady.” He smirked. A shiver slither up your spine as the cold settles in your blood. You swallow your fear as you nodded with a firm look on your face.

“Deal…. but why-” He cut you off when he cleared the table by swiping his arm across the table, totally disregarding the nice-looking cards and set the dice on the table. Oogie just smirked at your shocked face as he held out his hand with two dice with snake details on it. “Ladies first.”

You both play the first round with no issues so far. You gained 3 points, then 5, then Oogie get 7 points.

“Well well well, looks like you are losing pretty quickly, Y/n. If I were you, I’d start praying for a Christmas Miricale.” He taunted, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. You just huffed and started to roll with great vigor, anxiety riddled your mind when it dawned on you.

You’ve never told him your name.

Your body froze at the revelation. Your heartbeats almost stopped. Oogie Boogie looked confused, raising an eyebrow. “What’s the matter? Lost interest in getting these babies back?” He asked. You only stare back at him as you slowly gather up your courage and ask “How did you know my name?”

The second you asked, he grinned wolf like with jagged teeth. “Hehehehe….. You are way smarter than you give off, sugar.”

Your body jerked to get off the highchair, landing awkwardly as you stumbled to get away from the man in stitches getting up from his seat, your body hurting from the fall, no doubt you’ll be getting scabs from crawling back.

“How-how did you know my name?!” you demanded, shivering as your ears lowered down until your hand felt something slimy. You let out a shriek and stopped when you saw a whole menagerie of bugs crawling behind you as if to keep you from reaching to the wall, the only escape from HIM.

His footsteps were loud compared to Santas as he strolled leisurely to you, his black shirt still unbuttoned and his hands in his pockets. “Why, with my little friends, of course! I like to keep in touch with my ‘neighbors’ above, just to stay in the know-how. So imagine my surprise when I see cute little you strolling in with that little bell hat chatting with the Halloween folk, being all buddy buddy with them for the past few months. I’ve been keeping an eye on you for a long time now, and just the mere sight of you,” He let out a low whistle with a smirk, eyeing your body as a patron would at a butcher shop. “Just gets me all riled up.”

You suddenly remember the golden bell, your only chance to get out of here! Your hand shot out to grab it when something slithered around your hat and tugged back. With a yelp, you turn around to see a large snake in yellow and black stripes slinking backward to the rising crowd of bugs, beetles and flys swarming around you as you try to make a grab for it. Only to have a pair of large, and stitched up hands slip underneath your arms and lift you up, up, up and up.

“Now, let me get a proper look atcha.” He grumbled with delight as he brought you chest to chest with him. Your legs dangled underneath you as your arms were pinned against his bare chest. You could only look up at him with your widened eyes colored in fear, which only made him chuckle.

“Now if you ain’t just the cutest sight, I don’t know who is.” Oogie muttered, bringing your back to the table with ease. You only wiggled, really that all you could do as you pleaded with him was images of his stitches opening up to release his inner army of bugs crawling and feasting on your flesh and bones flashed through your mind. “Please! Please don’t eat me! I’m not that tasty!” You yelled, shutting your eyes as you tried to kick his stomach.

But that only made him laugh.

“Oh I do intend to do just that, sugar. But not in a way your thinkin.” He giggled as he rubbed the back of his hand over your cheek, his eyes just lighted up in excitment. In the haze of your fear, you felt…..confused by that statement.

“Wha-what do-” You let out a yelp when he plopped you to the table, the thumb of your body made the dice roll over the table, but Oogie paid it no mind. “Just follow my lead, dollface.” He drawled as he planted his hands beside your head before leaning down to kiss your gasped lips.

You let out another yelp in the kiss as his tongue dominated the kiss, cold and slimy as his jagged teeth grazed over your lips. Your heart bounded in fear and sorrow, almost morning over the loss of your first kiss. You try to push him away on his shoulders but he only pressed his body against yours, further trapping you.

Your breathing became ragged, feeling more trapped as he nipped and sucked at your lips, nearly breaking skin as he continued down your neck, suckling and leaving big red marks. You felt scared, you wanted OUT but….. Why was this feeling so good?

“Why? Why are you doing thi-” He placed his hand over your mouth, shoving his thumb in your mouth. “Don’t ask such questions, Y/n. Just focus on how nice it feels. Doesn't this feel good? Have you ever been fucked before?” That was a word you’ve heard while visiting the Human side, so vulgar, so vile… but why does it feel okay?

“Have you ever been kissed?” He asked, his smile widening then before. You shut your eyes as you shook your head no. “Awwh, well then,” His face came back up to yours, his eyes glowing green as he peered into yours. “ You are in for a treat.” Oogie hissed delightfully before you felt a hand slip into your underwear and rip it off.

You shriek on his thumb as the man leaned back, appearing to sit down at his chair again and kiss at the base of your mound, his beard scratching the delicate part of your skin. Your hands scratched at his hand that was holding you down until something slithered around your wrists and yanked them back.

He parted your shivering legs and cooed at you. “Aw, what’s the matter, little elf? Feelin nervous? Well, don’t worry your pretty mind over it.” You looked down to plead with him to stop, trying to ignore the hot feelings that refused to leave when you froze when his mouth widened up again. The stitches become undone and two black tongue-like appendages slithered out to lick his teeth, one red and black stripped, the other yellow and black. “I'll calm those frenzy nerves of yours down in no time.”

His hands gripped your thighs hard as he lowered his lips to your folds and-OH GOODNESS!

Ecstasy pounded into your veins, a newfound experience that you felt for the first time as one tongue licked up and down your clit while another gently poked into your pussy. Your skin felt warm, your stomach felt warmer still with something tightening. Your cunt clenched around that one tongue as he ate you out harder, harder, sucking on your clit as the other just slathered drool over your folds.

You began to gasp in more air, your back arched in pleasure while his huge hands ghosted up to your hips to hold you still with a bruise like grip. You whimper as you felt the core in your belly grew tighter, tighter, tighteerrr-

Oogie chuckles rumbled through his body and into yours and he thrusted one tongue and sucked HARD and you snapped.

You scream loudly while you arched up as pleasure bloomed through your mind and body, almost trembling when he sat up straighter with juices from your pussy and drool connecting to your throbbing folds. The black and yellow tongue licked around his lips and his mouth closed a bit until it looked ‘normal’ as he look at your trembling body with sickening pride.

“Ya like that, little doll?” You blinked away your tears, your face and body almost red as you panted to regain your breathing back. He laughed as he slid his hands under your tank top and under your bra until his fingers gripped your breasts. You shivered-Oh wow, his hands are MASSIVE!

“God, I’ve wanted you the moment I saw ya when you stepped into the courthouse. All dressed up in that pretty little outfit, that stupid bell ringing with ever’ step, fuck I wanted to just sneak into your town and snatch you up myself.” He confessed as he kissed your neck, nipping again.

“But I waited fer the perfect moment, the right timing to snatch you up and now you’re here. Mine fer the taken, mine to have…” He trailed off as his slick lips trailed up to your own. You turned your head away in disgust, but he caught your lips and kissed you hard again as lovers would go after never seeing each other.

Oogie then ripped your top apart along with your bra as he muttered obscure things. “Gonna stuff ya until you burst, gonna fuck your tiny cunt-fuck!” He sat up, his glasses slightly crooked on his own crooked nose as he unbuckled his pants with hast.

Your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when his hard dick sprung out. His handsome, plump face smirked, almost preemed when he saw your expression. “You really must be a virgin, huh little elf?” You shivered at the excitement in his southern voice as he lowered his body over yours, angling his thick cock to your cunt while placing his hands over your trapped ones.

“Don’t fret, Y/n…” He purred, grinning like a shark. “I’ll be gentle.” You felt him lie as he suddenly snapped his hips forward and-

You screamed at the foreign and painful feeling of having something in your pussy, the feeling of getting practically FULL nearly blinded you, but it felt so, so GOOD! Your body, already overstimulated, began to shake under him again.

Your face scrunched as your body was trying to adjust to him as Oogie cackled, throwing his head back and his mouth widening again. You froze when you saw he stitches his between his chest slowly opening, going down until his belly and you whimpered when some snakes and thick centipedes slithered out and dropped on your body.

“Don’t focus on them, sugar, just focus on how good I’m makin ya.” Oogie whispered in your ear as he began to thrust slowly. You moaned as the feeling of pain left and was replaced by ecstasy and hot. The gross animals on your body began to move all over your skin, slithering and crawling, making your over sensitive skin prickly and warm.

You whine as he nips and sucks at your neck again, his mustache and soul patch rubbing against your skin in the right way as the snakes wrapped around your tits and squeeze gently. The centipedes formed a line around your waist, their tiny feet almost tickling that would make you giggle if Oogie wasn’t kissing you again, and wrapped themselves around and around until they covered your entire waist and squeezed too.

The big man's thrusting began to get harsher, rougher as if he was impatient. Oogie grunted as he held your face with his hands and kissed harder and harder. You mewled in the kiss, tasting your cum, your body feeling so many things at once, the centipede's tight hold managed to hug your waist even when his dick was stuffing your cunt until it bulged.

“I’m so-so close, sugar. Fuck, your pussy is so tight! ” He growled, biting your lip. His thumbs wiped away the tears streaming down your face as the snake's head rested on top of your chest and licked your nipples.

“So tight fer me, so good fer me, I’m going to stuff your cunt until your full!” His thrusting became harder as your core began to get tighter again. Your mind was blank, nearly gone by just how good this all feels.

Then he snapped hard one last time and you felt something warming your inside as you became undone again.

Your ears started to ring while your body felt floppy, loose on the table while Oogie Boogie panted over you. The snakes and the centipedes unwrapped themselves and crawled off of your sweaty body and towards the middle of your chest when you felt Oogies belly opened up and they disappeared inside.

He stood up and started to button up his black shirt, smiling as if he just won the prize at the carnival fair. You just lay still and just breathe slowly as your mind felt empty, clouded by the leftover high and passion. He chuckled as he buckled up his pants as his eyes wandered over your small body. Over your curves, the dips of the hips, how wet your cunt looks, and how glazed your big eyes are.

“Yeah…” He muttered to himself as he scooped you up, his big hand brushing into your tangled hair to cup your head before he turned around to his room. “I think you’re gonna stay here fer a really long time, little sugar…”

#molina verse #big boss #minors do not interact #minors dni #fanfic #Elf!reader #tw: monster fucking #tw kidnapping

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Mistletoe

I'm tagging @avatarmerida because I know she'll love this one!

Happy holidays to all who celebrate! (All who don't, happy December!)

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"Amity! Amity! Amity!" Luz called out, excitedly and a little too loudly. She was eagerly pointing at the ceiling, where she'd just got done hanging up a tiny piece of mistletoe.

Gus, Vee and Willow were sitting at the kitchen table, trying to make gingerbread cookies. Vee was making sure they had actual supervision this time, that way they might actually cook up something good that wouldn't make Luz and Camila sick. However, once they heard their human friend yelling, all 3 of them stopped to look at what she was up to.

Amity walked towards her girlfriend, annoyed but happy.

"Again? You know, if you want to kiss me, you can just say it," she shook her head with a laugh.

"Aww, but that takes the fun out of it!" her human girlfriend pouted.

"What? Kissing me is only fun when it's under a plant? Is that what you're telling me?" Amity smirked.

"What?! No! I didn't say that! I just meant-"

"Come here," the witch roller her eyes before grabbing the human's face and pulling her into a loving kiss. Luz's hands went to Amity's waist, Amity's hands stayed on Luz's cheeks. Amity's leg went up like it always did.

As they kissed, the other 3 each had different reactions. Gus laughed, made a fake gagging noise and pretended to throw up on the cookies. Vee cooed and then grabbed the cookies before Gus could throw up on them. Willow pulled out her camera and took a picture of the lovebirds, deciding to include it on her holiday scrapbook.

When Amity and Luz finally stopped kissing, both of their faces were red.

"You guys just love PDA, don't you?" asked Gus.

"Is it really PDA when there's only 5 people here?" replied Luz, letting go off her girlfriend.

"Whatever, pass me the oven mits, I'm putting these in the oven before something else goes wrong," ordered Vee.

Gus passed her the oven mits and watched as she put the cookies in the oven.

Willow, on the other hand, went to the 2 girlfriends. Her curiosity was peaked.

"Hey, Luz, I need to ask; what's with the mistletoe?"

"Oh yeah! I didn't tell you guys about this, didn't I?"

Willow shook her head.

Camila had been kind enough to welcome Gus, Willow and Amity to stay at the Noceda house for this Human holiday called 'Christmas'. It looked really similar to the Demon holiday 'Krampus Night', but it also had some differences. Luz had been teaching them all about the stories and traditions over the past few days, but it looked like she never ran out of things to show them.

"When it's Christmas time, we sometimes hang mistletoe up on doorways or from the ceiling or we just hold it over our heads or wear it on our hair," Luz explained "the tradition dictates that if you and another person end up under the mistletoe, you have to kiss them. Primarily on the lips, but not necessarily."

"It's like a fun, little game that makes Christmas more romantic," added Amity. Luz had obviously explained this to her already.

"Interesting," commented Willow, scratching her chin as she came up with an idea.

Hunter and Willow had been dating for almost a month now, their relationship was still fresh. They had been getting more affectionate than before, with hugs that lasted longer and kisses on the cheek or forehead and holding hands. But they hadn't kissed on the lips yet. Willow understood that Hunter was waiting for the right moment and she knew better than to rush him.

But she could maybe nudge him in the right direction by creating the right moment... right?

She went down to the basement, where her boyfriend was working on something on the sewing machine. He was wearing his glasses and he had his tongue out in concentration.

"Hi, Hunter."

"Oh, hey, Captain," he greeted without looking up.

"Whatcha working on?" she sat down in front of him, crossing her legs and tapping her knees like she did sometimes.

"Luz said a crucial part of Christmas is silly, matching outfits," he explained "primarily personalized sweaters, so I'm making a sweater for each one of us so we can take a picture on Christmas day. Look, I'm already done with Camila's!"

He proudly held up a large, red sweater with a million different patches and embroidery on it. Amongst them, there was a Dominican Republic flag, a yellow planet with many rings and a patch that read 'BEST MOM'.

Hunter was smiling so bright, it was contagious. He was so cute.

“Oh, Hunter, that’s so sweet! I’m sure she’s gonna love it!”

The Grimwalker blushed happily as he went back to his work. Willow always made sure to compliment him at every chance she got because his reaction was always worth it.

“Caaaaan I see mine?” she asked playfully.

“Ah, ah, ah!” he wagged his finger, as if he was reprimanding her “you know how I feel about spoilers! you have to wait until Christmas like everyone else.”

She laughed. “Fine.”

She watched him work a little more before deciding to act on her plan. The plant witch drew a circle in the air with her finger, making a long chain of mistletoe appear in front of them, hanging from the ceiling. Hunter noticed it and looked up. He saw his girlfriend smiling at him, expectantly, sitting under the mistletoe with a blush on her cheeks. He raised an eyebrow at her, confused. But, then, his knowledgeable brain provided him with a possible answer and he frowned.

“Um, Captain, are you okay? is something wrong?”

“I’m fine, everything’s great, actually,” she smiled, still hopeful.

“Are you sure? you know you can tell me anything, right?”

“Yeah, I know. I promise, everything is awesome.”

“Are you mad about the sweater? you just have to wait a few days, it won’t be long,” he tried to reassure her.

“It’s fine, Hunter, really,” she laughed “I can be patient.”

“Then why-?” he was about to ask but then he got interrupted.

“Hey, guys! the cookies are finished! come upstairs!” Gus called out from the kitchen.

The couple looked at each other for a second before they both got up from their seats to go.

“We can talk later,” she said, simply. As if that explained everything.

Then, she kissed him on the cheek. If she wasn’t gonna get a mistletoe kiss on the lips, she was at least getting a tiny peck. Hunter was now completely bewildered, and his face was red again. But yeah, they could talk about whatever was bothering her later, there didn’t seem to be an urgency. He took off his glasses and they both went upstairs with everyone else.

This kept going for a few more days. Everytime Hunter and Willow were alone in a room together, Willow would magically create a mistletoe on the ceiling over their heads and stare at him. It was weird, to say the least. Hunter knew that Willow always made plants appear when she was having really strong emotions, like how her hair had filled with flowers when he first asked her out. He also knew that mistletoe was a poisonous plant, its consumption fatal for both witches and humans. So, he thought, the logical conclusion was that Willow was upset about something but, whenever he asked, she always said she was fine. He was simply at a loss for what to do.

Finally, he decided to go to Luz for advice. Luz was in her bedroom with Amity, sitting on the lower bunk bed, watching something she’d referred to as a ‘Christmas Rom-Com’ while her witch girlfriend braided her hair.

“Hi, guys, I need help with something.”

“Yeah, okay. What’s up, bro?” Luz paused the movie to let him talk.

“I think Willow is angry with me,” he confessed, obviously upset.

“What did you do?” Amity asked, more focused on her love’s hair than on her friend’s problem.

“Amity! don’t be rude!” Luz went back to her honorary brother “what makes you think she’s angry with you? I thought you guys were fine.”

“I thought so, too, but now, everytime we’re alone together, she makes mistletoe appear,” he said this like it was an obvious tragedy.

“So?” Luz shrugged.

“So? SO?! Luz, mistletoe is a poisonous plant! it’s toxic! Willow makes plants appear when she’s having really strong emotions and the plants always relate to her feelings,” he started walking in circles “soooo... if she’s making mistletoe appear when she’s with me and mistletoe is a toxic plant, she must be mad about something. Oh Titan, what if she breaks up with me? what am I supposed to do with her Christmas gift if she breaks up with me before Christmas?”

“Hunter, even if she was mad, she’s not gonna dump you during the holidays,” Amity tried to be logical “that’s like the worst possible time to break up with someone.”

Luz laughed and started singing. “Last Christmas I gave you my heart but, the very next day, you gave it away.”

Amity stopped braiding her hair and Hunter stopped pacing, they both looked at her confused.

“It’s a human song,” she said, easily, before going back to the matter at hand “Hunter, I don’t think Willow is mad at you. But, if you don’t believe me, ask her!”

“I already asked her, she keeps saying everything is fine but I can tell she’s not being completely honest.”

“Did you actually ask her about the mistletoe?” Amity said, hands on her Batata’s hair once more.

“I... no.”

“Then ask her about the stupid plant. Don’t make a big deal out of it, just talk to your girlfriend, be direct with her,” the purple witch said “if I learned anything with Luz, is that communication and honesty is important in relationships.”

“Awww,” Luz swooned. Her awesome girlfriend was so mature.

“Okay, I’ll talk to her,” Hunter resigned “thanks for the advice, girls.”

“Good luck!” Luz told Hunter as he left. Then, she said to Amity: “10 Snails says they end up making out.”

“I think I know better than to bet against you now,” Amity said, remembering all the money she’d lost when Willow said yes to going out with Hunter.

“Yeah, okay.”

The Grimwalker found his partner in the living room, working on her holiday scrapbook. She was trying to make the perfect paper snowflake to stick between a picture of Gus catching snow with his tongue and another picture of Vee making a snow Basilisk. When Willow saw him, she left her project to go hug him. He hugged her back, always happy to do so.

“Hunter! hi!”

“Hey, Willow? can we talk?”

“Yeah, okay,” she sat back down on the couch and patted the space next to her. He sat.

“Every time we’re alone, I’ve noticed you keep making mistletoe appear,” he started.

“You noticed?”

“Yeah, and I don’t really understand what it means... I know mistletoe is a poisonous plant, so I thought that maybe you were angry with me about something? but every time I asked, you always said you were fine, so I just got more confused...”

“Oh, Hunter,” Willow laughed.

“I know I’m not very good at this relationship thing but I don’t like that you’re giving me mixed signals and I understand if you want to break up with me but-”

“Hunter, that’s not what the mistletoe means.”

“Then, what does it mean?”

“I mean, you’re right, mistletoe is poisonous. You definitely should not eat it,” she clarified “but Luz told me that humans like to use it as Christmas decoration. They hang it up on doorways and stuff and it’s supposed to be like a game. The rules are, if you and another person are under the mistletoe together, you have to kiss... like, on the lips.”

“Oh,” Hunter said, then he took a moment to think about what that meant and finally understood “ooooooooh, you were... ooooooooh...”

His face was now bright red at the thought. He was somehow relieved and embarrassed at the same time. What a strange combination of emotions.

“Yeah, oh.”

“Why didn’t you just ask me?”

“I didn’t want to pressure you if you weren’t ready. I didn’t want to rush you. But I thought... if I dropped some hints that I wanted you to kiss me, you would feel more comfortable doing it when you were ready.”

“Aww, that’s sweet, Willow,” Hunter smiled “but I think you need to stop dropping hints, I’m never good at picking them up.”

They both laughed, it was true. Then, he realized.... if she wanted him to kiss her... then...

He slowly moved both hands to her face and held her softly. Willow looked at him, blushing and hopeful. They both looked at each other for a second, quietly asking for permission before Hunter finally went and did it.

It wasn’t a very long kiss but it felt right. His hands remained on her face while hers went to his hair. They could feel each other smiling. Willow felt him sigh in content as he relaxed and that sigh made her shiver a little. They pulled each other closer. The kiss would’ve gone longer if they didn’t suddenly forget how to breathe.

When they stopped, Hunter saw his girlfriend’s hair was full of beautiful, colorful plants. Mainly holly, Christmas roses and, of course, mistletoe. He took a moment to admire her before laughing again.

“Next time you want to kiss me, just tell me.”

“Oh, but that takes the fun out of it!”

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PotP Ch 52 - Christmas With The Krampus: Part 1

Madame Canardist blew out the last of the candles and placed the antique decorations into a cardboard box. The silvery glint of the ornament caught the eye of the chimpanzee next to her and he 'oohed' with interest.

"Here Vigor, be a dear and put this in the back with the others." She sweetly called out to her pet.

The monkey grabbed the box and dutifully waddled his way to the storage room in the back of the shop as Cardanist finished cleaning up from the celebrations of a long forgotten holiday. Even in their own world, the festival of stars was a dying tradition, as there was no longer a people to carry on the old ways.

Canardist still did. She still remembered all that her parents had taught her, the same as their parents had taught them. How knowledge of the heavens and the secrets in its patterns could protect the world, or, in her case, worlds.

She frowned as she picked up a tattered scroll. However, unlike stars, knowledge was not forever. It had to be preserved and passed down in order to continue.

Canardist never did find an apprentice to teach. She had vaguely hoped one of the younglings of this universe would take interest... but no one took magic seriously here.

And then there was the matter of Vigor.... there would be no guardian to care for him once she was gone. She was the last who knew his secret.

Not for the first time she contemplated packing up and starting anew somewhere else... or even returning to their home plane... but there was still the prophecy to fulfill. Things had been set into motion and they needed to stay to play their part.

As she paused in her clean up to read the scroll again, Vigor was unsteadily climbing a footstool, box still in hand. He stood on tip toe on one foot as he precariously balanced himself in order to push the box on to an empty space on a higher shelf.

His other foot swayed with the exertion and accidentally tipped over what looked like a snow globe.

Canardist heard the glass shatter. She flung the scroll down and ran to the back, even as Vigor's terrified screams grew louder.

"Vigor!" She yelled, but her voice was drowned out by an unnatural wind that swirled through the air of her little store; knocking over antiques, books, and ingredients for spells.

Then the wind died as suddenly as it had started.

Canardist screamed as something monstrous, tall, and hairy, wrapped a clawed hand around Vigor.

Fright was replaced by anger.

"Let go of him you big galoot!" and hurled a book at the creature. Only to be pushed away by a muscular arm. The breath was knocked out of her as she went flying into the bookshelves behind her.

She heard Vigor howling with fright as lumbering footsteps shook the floor.

She looked up just in time to see the door of her shop being ripped off his hinges.

"Vigor!" she cried out again as her beloved pet was stolen away by the mysterious monster.

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"Who wants peppermint hot chocolate?"

The various party goers swarmed around Aunt Cass as she handed out the festive refreshments.

She was just handing the last mugs to Carl and Globby when a knock came at the back door.

She excused herself and ran back to the kitchen as she overheard Noodle Burger Boy telling the rest of the kids about their recent holiday vacation.

"Feliz navidad!" Cruz yelled as soon as she opened the door.

He was wearing a ridiculous sweater with a reindeer knitted on it and holding a piece of mistletoe over his head.

Poor Megan gave an embarrassed grin beside him. "Hi Miss Cass." She greeted before running past her and ducking into the dinning room with her gift.

Cassidy purposefully ignored the mistletoe and moved to grab the tupperware container under Cruz's arm instead.

"Oh you brought the popcorn to string! Thank you!"

Cruz couldn't help but look a little put out as she started to hurry from the kitchen.

"Ah-ahem." He coughed, and held the mistletoe up higher. "That's not all I brought."

Cass feigned ignorance. "Oh the decoration... yes.... ummm... just put it up anywhere."

Cruz sighed with frustration as she left, and then hung the mistletoe over the door mantle.

He'll have to try again later... when she was less busy.

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*clink*, *clink,* *clink.*

Honey Lemon rapped the side of the coffee cup with a spoon to gain everyone's attention. She stood behind the cash counter as Baymax turned down the holiday music that had been playing. The various conversations stalled around the room as all turned to look at her.

"It's so great to see that everyone could make it tonight, and now that we're all here, it's time for the gift exchange! The rules are simple. We're going to pull names out of a hat. When your name is called you'll come up and pick out your present, and once you open it you gotta guess who gave it to you."

"If you guess right, you'll get a sticker. If you guess wrong, then the rest of the party gets to guess and have a chance to win the sticker themselves. The person with the most stickers at the end of the night gets a prize!"

"Do we get to guess ourselves?" Megan cheekily called out from the back.

"No, but you can try to fool the other people guessing." Honey Lemon answered, then she turned to a man dressed in a tux standing over in the corner. "Heathcliff, will you do the honors?"

"Yes, Miss Lemon." He gave a little nod of his head and pulled a slip of paper out of a top hat. "Mr. Wasabi"

Wasabi got up and Honey Lemon handed him a broad rectangular package with his name on the tag.

He carefully began to untape the snowman themed wrapping paper.

"Oh come on, just rip it off!" Juniper yelled at him.

"And tear the paper!?" He asked, aghast. "Please, we aren't animals here people."

And with that he finished pulling off the last bit of tape. He gasped in delight at what he found.

"OOOHHH! Personalized Labels!!!" He hugged the folder full of stickers to him. "With my name on them and everything.... Ooo, ooo, and look! They're even categorized by function! Storage, food, folder tabs!"

"So who do you think is your secret santa?" Tadashi asked.

"Hmmmm..... Honey Lemon? You're the sticker fanatic around here. Was it you?"

She shook her head. "Sorry, I got someone else."

"Sam!?... You know me better than anyone."

"Hey, you can't guess twice!" Karmi complained.

"Sorry again, Wasabi, but Karmi's right. Who else thinks they know who Wasabi's secret santa is!?"

Trina timidly raised her hand. "It was NB. That's the same wrapping paper Globby bought for our gifts."

"That's right!" Noodle Burger Boy shouted as he jumped from his chair. "I'm the bestest gift giver ever!"

He opened his mouth and more printed stickers streamed out like ticker tape. He then handed this to Wasabi.

"Merry Christmas Wasabi, and a Happy New Year!"

Wasabi took the hamburger themed stickers in surprise. "I never would have guessed.... but, come to think of it, the french fries shaped ones probably have tipped me off. Thank you NB."

As Wasabi took his seat again, Heathcliff called out the next name. "A Mr. Stu..."

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Cruz saw this as his chance. As the kids played their game, he brushed down his sweater, made sure there were no crumbs on his mustache, and walked over to Cass who was watching the game with interest.

"Oh, how cute. Juniper and Stu got each other in the Secret Santa exchange." She said as he neared.

Cruz turned to see the former criminal, face practically hidden in the giant scarf and hat he'd just received, get down on one knee to present his present to his sweetheart. Juniper screamed with delight when she saw the ring.

As everyone clapped to congratulate the happy couple Cruz couldn't help raising an eyebrow. "A little young aren't they?"

"Oh, plenty of people get married in college." Cass dismissed. "You and Maria did."

"Yeah and look how well that turned out." Cruz couldn't help but mutter. Cass put a comforting hand on his shoulder, but still gave him a long, suffering look.

"Now that was long after college… besides you gotta let them figure it out. Live their own lives. And who knows, it might actually work out for them?"

She shrugged and then grabbed a tub full of dirty cups. As she made her way back to the kitchen as the next name was called out.

"Mr. Fred."

Cruz didn't pay any attention as the Fredericksons' boy walked up to get his present. He was too busy following Cass.

"So what about you?" He asked as he entered the back room.

"What about me?" She asked, confused.

"When are you going to settle down?"

Cass could barely contain her laughter. "Me, marry?" She shook her head in answer.

"What's so inconceivable about that?" Cruz chuckled.

"For starters, I'm not interested in marrying anyone, and secondly, who needs it? Oh, no offense to anyone who would want to… It's just… You don't have to go through all the trouble just to be with someone."

Cruz nodded his head in consideration. "I can see where you're coming from… but you've nothing against dating, then."

She shrugged again as she finished placing the last coffee cup in the dishwasher. "Dating's fine."

"Would you wanna go on a date with me?"

Aunt Cass froze in mid-action as she rubbed her hands with a dish towel.

The still running faucet was the only sound in the kitchen as the awkward silence filled the room.

Chief Cruz gave an awkward cough to gently nudge the conversation along.

"Ummm..." She finally hummed.

"'Ummm' isn't really in answer." Cruz nervously laughed.

"Weeeellll..." Cass squeaked instead, and Cruz frowned. That was an even less encouraging response.

"It's just..." She stumbled a third time. "I... I'm kind of seeing someone else right now."

"Oh." Cruz deflated, but quickly recovered. "Well serves me right for waiting too long. Who's the lucky guy?"

He could see Cass squirm even more as she thought of an answer.

"Well, umm, you two do know each other… and he's in his 40s… he's tall a-and he umm… oh.."

"Just spit it out Cassidy."

"It's Alister." She quickly mumbled and ran from the kitchen.

Cruz stood stunned for a moment as he tried to figure out who 'Alister' was… then it donned on him.

"Keri!?"

He stormed after Aunt Cass as she tried to distract by handing out more appetizers.

"Anyone for some pigs in a blanket?"

"Cass…"

"Thumbprint cookies?"

No one took up her offer, as everyone paused in their game.

"Cassidy."

"I'll go make some more coco then."

She dodged her best friend and ran back to the kitchen with the food. Cruz followed.

"You're dating Keri!?'

"Well, he's really been putting in an effort lately and…"

"And we've talked about this Cass. He's not any good for you."

"Oh and who are you to tell me who's right for me or not!?" Anger replacing her guilt.

"You dumped him for a reason, remember?"

"Yes, I do remember, and so does he, and he's been putting in the effort to change."

Cruz rolled his eyes. "Guys like that don't change Cass. You know that."

"Why do you always expect the worst of people?" She sighed.

"Because I don't want my best friend to be taken advantage of!"

Aunt Cass could only laugh at that.

"Diego, we're not in high school any more. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."

"I know you can, but I don't trust him."

"Then why not be an actual friend and trust me ."

Cruz frowned. "What's that supposed to mean? Of course I trust you."

Cass only folded her arms and gave him a purposeful look.

"Okay… so I'm a little protective sometimes, b-but that's only because I care-"

The expression didn't change on her face.

Cruz sighed in defeat. "Fine. I'll respect your decision to date Keri."

"Thank you."

"And when it all falls apart again, you still got me as a shoulder to cry on and for a good 'I told you so'."

Cass rolled her eyes at the joke, but could dismiss the smile off her face.

"I wouldn't expect anything less." She chuckled as she gave him a hug.

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The Gift Exchange had ended and the party guests were now milling around, eating the rest of the food, and conversing. A few were dancing in the corner as Minimax played DJ, blaring out those catchy Christmas tunes that Varian had heard on a loop for a month now wherever he went.

Christmastide was indeed an important festival season in Corona as well, but Americans really upped the ante when it came to the holiday. Instead of just being twelve days of feasting, the US started celebrations an entire month before the first actual holy day came to pass.

It was exciting and exhausting all at once. So many new traditions, so many lights, so many new foods to try, and not a single boring church service in sight! But after you heard "Jingle Bells" for the thousandth time, well, the 'Christmas Spirit' started to lose its appeal somewhat.

"So when's your flight?" He overheard Hiro ask Wasabi.

"Five in the morning," Wasabi groaned.

"We should be at Mom's in time for Christmas Dinner." Sam added.

"You know I could always just open a portal to Hawaii for you." Varian offered, adding himself to the conversation.

Wasabi turned the offer down. "No thanks. I would prefer not to give my future in-laws a heart attack upon first meeting them."

Tadashi raised an eyebrow, "In-laws?"

Wasabi froze.

"In-laws?" Sam echoed, a teasing smile on his lips.

"Ummm… I just… I just meant… hypothetically… you know… in case… this works out… long term, I mean…. Hey, weren't we going to decorate the tree?"

Wasabi ducked out the group and ran over to the other side of the room where Karmi, Fred, and Baymax were already hanging homemade paper decorations onto a plastic tree.

Sam and Tadashi shared a laugh and went over to join them.

Varian was about to follow when he heard some call his name.

"Hey V, can ya help me with this?"

It was Carol. She was covered in stickers and juggling several gift baskets that she had won in the games.

Hiro beat him to it.

"I got it." He took one of the baskets. "Boy you racked up?"

"I know, right!? This is going to feed me all through the next week… I just need to make sure none of the other girls find my stash. Now where were those leftovers?"

"You're not going home for the holiday?" Varian asked as he handed her the goody bag that Aunt Cass had made earlier.

Carol shook her head. "No, it's too far and tickets are too expensive… and I also don't want you giving Grandma a heart attack with those mad scientist portals if yours."

Varian rolled his eyes. "Why does everyone think people will get heart attacks from my portals?"

"Well, we do need to work out the kinks some." Hiro admitted. "You want some help carrying all this out?

"Oh would you? That's awfully sweet. Fred is giving me a lift back home, and I think Heathcliff parked the car on the corner."

"No problem…." He said as he readjusted the baskets and followed her out the door.

"So umm… What exactly did Karmi say to you when you helped her pick out my gift?" Varian overheard his brother whisper as he and Carol left.

Carol had apparently helped a lot of people pick out their gifts for the Secret Santa. That was how she won the guessing game portion of the gift exchange.

Karmi had gotten Hiro, and Varian could tell that his little brother was desperate to know if the handmade keychain from his crush meant anything deeper.

That reminded Varian… he hadn't seen his own crush in awhile…

He walked over to where everyone was dancing. Stu and Juniper were lost in each other's eyes, Heathcliff was, surprisingly, twirling Barb around, Gogo had graciously agreed to a dance with Mole… provided that he stuck to the six foot rule, and Carl and Globby were slow-waltzing in the corner… Minimax wasn't even playing a slow song at the moment.

Varian scanned the small scene before him but he didn't see the pretty redhead. In fact he didn't see her anywhere.

That's when he spotted Megan and Trina off to the side. They were giggling over something.

"Hey… have you seen Honey Lemon?"

Both girls stalled, and Varian got the distinct feeling that he had just interrupted something.

"Umm… I think she went into the kitchen?" Megan guessed.

"She said something about how her brother was going to be here soon." Trina added. "I think she went out to wait for him."

"Thanks… oh and thanks for the gift by the way."

"I'm glad you like it." Trina replied. "You are the hardest person to shop for, you know."

"Well you did an excellent job. Who else would think of a recipe journal?"

Megan disagreed. "I think Minimax has the hardest pick… what on earth do you get for Mole? He already has everything?"

Trina shrugged. "A signed autograph from Boss Awesome apparently."

"What was it that you got again?" Varian asked.

Trina's face lit up and she excitedly showed him the guitar pick on a string around her neck. "It's a limited edition Mind Smith Turbo collector item!" She turned towards Megan. "I don't know how you ever found this."

"Ah, it was easy. I just had to go scrounging around AuctionBay. What I can't believe is that Carol found my gift at a thrift store for only five bucks. It's a genuine Noir jacket. Those are like five hundred dollars off the rack! We have got to go bargain hunting as a band more often."

Varian backed away slowly. "Yeeeeaaaah when I hear the words, "bargain hunting", I know it's time for me to dip out."

"Just because you don't have any taste!" Megan joked.

"Let us save you from your poor sense of fashion!" Trina called after him.

"I'm good!" He yelled over his shoulder as he ran away.

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Varian found Honey Lemon in the kitchen leaning against the door frame. She was looking at the bracelet he had given to her, examining its details while a smile played on her lips.

"Do you like it?" He asked.

She looked up in surprise, having not noticed his presence before, but quickly recovered.

"Oh I adore it. Where did you get it?"

"I made it." He beamed.

"Really!? It's beautiful...and I love that it's rose gold! Oh and all the little flowers! You know, you have a real talent... this is art."

"Ahh, I don't about that." Varian sheepishly shrugged off the complement, but then more seriously, he said. "But when I got your name for the gift exchange, I knew I had to give you something special."

He reached out and grabbed her hand. Honey Lemon blushed, but didn't pull away. She did however try to change the subject.

"What does the inscription say?" She asked, pointing to the engraving written in the band of gold.

"Alles Liebe."

"Alles Liebe." She echoed, not quite getting the pronunciation as well as he did. "Is that German or Russian?"

"German. It's a common saying in Corona, something you might write on a gift tag or at the end of a letter... it's short for 'to you, with lots of love' or 'with all my love'.

Honey Lemon felt herself blushing even more. As was pointed out, it wasn't uncommon to put well wishes on a present, but something about the way Varian said it, the way it was so delicately and thoughtfully etched into the glinting metal, and the fact that it was told in a language that no one else they knew spoke, made it seem more romantic... like a secret that was only shared between them.

Varian took her other hand in his, and her pulse quickened. She racked her brain looking for another excuse to change the conversation, but found none.

Why did she want to anyways? Not when he was staring at her intently with those piercing blue eyes of his, or when he was leaning closer to... to what exactly?

Honey Lemon never got her answer, for no sooner did she close her eyes and tilted her head towards him, lips parted, heart pounding her ears as she desperately hoped he understood the clear hint she was giving him, then did Karmi hurried into the room.

"I'll get it! it's near th-... oh!"

Both teens immediately jumped away from each other upon the intrusion.

Karmi seemed embarrassed, as Honey Lemon plastered on a fake smile and Varian avoided eye contact.

"Sorry... I just came in here to get the popcorn." She awkwardly said as she picked up a tupperware container on the counter. "Didn't mean to interrupt. Just go back to doing what you were doing, and I'm going to get out here."

"Oh we weren't up to anything... I'm just waiting for my brother to pick me up."

Karmi clearly didn't believe Honey Lemon's protest, as she gave them both a skeptic look. Then in reply, all she did was point upwards.

Honey Lemon and Varian looked up in response and saw the small bouquet of bright green leaves.

"Oh..." was all Honey Lemon said, and Karmi gave them both a smirk as she left the room.

Honey Lemon and Varian both made a point not to look at each other even after the other girl had gone.

"S-Sooo... you have mistletoe here too, huh?" Varian finally asked, trying to brush aside the awkwardness.

"Hmm, hmm." Honey Lemon hummed in response, still choosing to play with the tip of her hair then to look at him.

"Does it work the same way in Fansokyo as it does in Corona?"

"I... I think so... Do you... do you ... you know..."

"Kiss? ... Yeah."

"Then yeah... it- it's the same here." She placed her hands behind her back and rocked back and forth on her heels, still trying to find some other place to look, any place other than his hypnotizing eyes.

He also looked around desperately trying to find anything else to talk about... seconds slipped past and he began to tap his foot impatiently.

They were doing it again... avoiding their feelings…

Screw it... Just ask her!

He shut his eyes tight. "Do... do you wan---"

*HONK*

A loud car horn interrupted him.

Both teens poked their head out of the door and saw an old, beat up pick-up truck parked in the street out front.

A young man, close to their own age, was sitting in the driver seat. He honked the horn again upon seeing them.

"Oh it's Carlos!" Honey Lemon explained, as she ran back inside to grab her purse. "Mama's expecting us for Mass tonight, so we need to get on the road."

Varian however could only look on helplessly as he saw his chance slipping away from him yet again.

"Oh... well.. I hope you have a nice time then... Drive safe," was all he could muster.

Suddenly, Honey Lemon was by his side, a tender hand on his arm.

"I really do love my gift."

"I'm glad. Merry Christmas." He smiled back, and then, to his surprise, she kissed him! Right on the cheek!

It was just a quick peck. Nothing you could call romantic, but it left him in awe nonetheless, as he dumbly watched her run over to the parked car.

"Bye. Merry Christmas!" She yelled back. She turned to see him standing in the doorway with a stunned smile on his lips.

Her heart pounded in her ears even louder. She couldn't believe what she had just done.

It was the mistletoe. She told herself. It's tradition. It didn't mean anything.

She hopped into the seat on the passenger side and her brother gave her the most infuriatingly smug look.

"¿Ese es el chico que te gustaba?" He asked.

"Cállate" was all she said to him, then she poked her head out the window again as her brother cranked the car, laughing to himself while doing so. She ignored him.

"I'll see you next week!" She waved at Varian as the truck pulled away.

Varian's dumbstruck smile only grew wider as he waved after the receding vehicle. Soon that smile turned into a giggle, which turned into a laugh, which finally ended in a whopping holler of exuberant elation as he punched the air and spun around yelling "yes" frantically in the empty alley.

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Hiro stretched and yawned as he turned down the sheets on his bed.

"So what time are you waking us up tomorrow?" he heard his brother say. He looked over to find Tadashi already snuggling under the covers of his own bed.

"Six, four… two in the morning? Just remember you gotta give Santa time to actually deliver the presents first." he chuckled at his own joke.

Hrio rolled his eyes. "I'm not eight. I'll probably sleep in tomorrow. So don't you wake me up early for Krei's burnt waffles... or whatever he's making in the morning."

"Knowing him, he'll probably bring over a whole catering service rather than cook."

"On Christmas?"

Tadashi shrugged. "Not everyone closes on Christmas. Maybe we'll have Indian curry for breakfast, who knows?"

Hiro shook his head. "I can't believe Aunt Cass invited him to celebrate with us."

Tadashi yawned. "Face it Hiro... the heart wants what the heart wants."

"Yeah, and they also say that the heart is stupid and love is blind." But he never got a reply back as Tadashi was already asleep.

He shook his head and went over to Baymax's battery case to see if it was hooked into the computer properly. The faithful robot was already powered down and his memory banks for the week were steadily up loading to the storage base.

That was when Hiro heard the low growl behind him.

He froze and out of the corner of his eye he saw something dark and menacing looming in the window.

Were those red eyes he saw?

He quickly spun around to catch whatever it was that was trying to climb into his room, only to see a flurry of claws and a swishing tail hauling it itself up to the roof.

He ran to the window sill, hopped up on his bed, and pushed the window open.

Cold air hit him in the face but he ignored it as he leaned out as far as he dared in order to look up at where the creature had gone. All he saw however was the clear sky and the bright full moon.

He looked back to his brother but Tadashi was already soundly snoring. He clearly hadn't heard anything.

He heard another clatter, this time coming from below. He peered down into the alley, but it was only Mochi rummaging in the trash.

He saw a light stream out into the dark as someone opened the back kitchen door and he heard his aunt call the cat back inside.

Hiro shook his head for being so silly and closed the window.

Of course there wasn't any monstrous beast lurking in alleyways. All his time superheroing had made him jumpy.

Then again....

Hiro spared one glance back at the window.

Still nothing.

Shoving the gnawing pit in his stomach down, Hiro finally crawled into bed.

He was asleep in minutes and therefore he never noticed the glowing red eyes that continued to watch him through the window.

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