#holiday fanfiction

[ivorydragoness44]

Imagine seeing Jack Frost:

   Curled up by the window, you comfortably sat with a blanket wrapped around you. It was night, and the quietest it had been in hours. There, you contently watched the gentle fall of the snow in the quiet night.    Snow, it was finally here. Already that time of the year. As you remained there, your focus shifted to look directly at the window in front of you. Icy frost quickly began to prickle and spread across the window in intricate snowflake like designs. You looked on in awe. The temperature must be dropping much colder than you initially thought.    “Wow,” whispered, “you’ve really out-done yourself this year, Jack Frost.”    Peeking out into view from one side of the window, was the aforementioned white-haired fun coordinator.    “You really think so?”    You nodded.    A smile beamed across his face. “Thank you,” he said, his eyes briefly roaming to notice your state of dress. “Is it…too cold for you?”    “Nah,” you assured, “I just really enjoy comfy blankets.”    “Oh, all right. Um…can I come in?”    “If you’re not too busy.”    His face scrunched at your words. “Busy? Me? Pfft. Besides…I always have time for you.”

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[soft-persephone]

I won’t be home for Christmas (Another Intentional Accident)

Lots of kisses and fluff // masterlist // WC: 2.7k

AN: Happy Holidays! I hope you all enjoy!

Nick was nervous.

He hadn’t done a clean shave since he started dating you. He wasn’t the most self conscious man in the world. As long as he and his clothes were clean and comfortable, he didn’t worry about it what he looked like too much.

But women were diffierent. Especially the ones you were in a relationship with.

Even if he didn’t care, they most oftentimes did. Caroline sure as hell did. He always ended up trying harder for her. Wearing certain shirts for her, ironing them more often than he would, not because he wanted to, but because he wanted to avoid the fight she’d most likely cause over it if he didn’t.

You made a comment if his shirt was dirty or if it had a hole in it, but you never pushed for him to wear anything that made him uncomfortable. In fact, you had a knack for buying him better versions of things he already liked.

For his birthday, you had brought him a more durable, expensive, maroon hoodie! The fabric was so damn buttery soft and it was heavy in the way expensive clothes were!

You were just amazing like that.

So, in an effort to remain the best boyfriend ever, he planned to surprise you a week before Christmas.

He invited a few of your close friends, and Winston, but that was only because they’d both have to drive over to Chicago in a few days so they’d make it home. That way, he also wouldn’t have to worry about missing a flight. They’d made the drive before when they were younger more than a few times, so it wansnt a big deal.

“Do you even have a key Nick?” Winston huffed.

“How are we supposed to get in? What kind of surprise is this?”

Nick proceeded to ignore Winston’s comment and open the door.

“Nick!” Natalie squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Hey, Natalie.” Nick laughed through his nose with a soft huff, putting on just as gentle of a polite smile.

All your friends were so touchy. It made sense because so were you. You always locked your arms with his on a walk. Opted to hold his hand whenever possible. If his face itched, you beat him to it, scratching the spot for him, insisting that your nails made a more satisfying scratch.

You loved his beard.

Placing your face against his if he wanted to show you something, whether he was pointing at something in public, showing you something on his phone or laptop, you stood as close as possible, placing your cheek on his. You always lingered just a moment longer, smiling against his face as you pulled his lips to match.

He knows he can’t kiss without touching your face in some way, or pulling you by your neck to come closer, but you couldn’t kiss him without kissing him everywhere. Every corner of his checks and down along the stubble or hairs on his neck.

Which is the main source of his nervousness today, he shaved his face!

His mom wasn’t always fond of his facial hair, claiming it ruined pictures and he was hiding his beautiful face.

But what if you didn’t like him without his beard? What if you started acting funny or stopped touching him?

He didn’t grow up in a touchy feely household.

He can count the number of times his father hugged him by hand. After a certain age, especially after his father left, he remembers his mom telling him he had to be a big boy. That he had to be brave and strong and be the man of the house now. That he had to look after her and his brother from now on.

Most of the hugs he ever had in life were from Jaime. Making sure he was alright or he didn’t cry too much in school, so he wouldn’t get beat up for it.

He liked your little touches. He liked how you couldn’t do anything or be near him without touching his shoulder or rubbing at his back at least once before passing by.

“Did you bring everything Nick?” Careesha asked, before enveloping him in a similar embrace and placing a warm cup of hot chocolate in his hand.

“I did!” He nodded and raised the wrapped gift for you in his hand.

“Perfect!” He watched as Natalie and Careesha jumped around and squealed with delight. You and your friends were definitely three of a kind.

“How’s work?”

“Any plans for the holidays?”

“Are you sure either of you aren’t going to bite the bullet and take the other hook for the holidays?”

“Reesha,” Natalie deadpanned, “no one’s trying to be like you and Xaviar anytime soon.”

“You don’t know what they want! They might! It’s their decision!” Reesha huffed through puffed cheeks.

“I don’t know what our future looks like right now,” Nick started with a hand on the back of his neck, “but I do know I’m gonna miss her while I’m home for Christmas.”

“Ugh, you guys are making me sick. I’m going to find more whisky for my hot coco.” Winston scoffed and headed off to the kitchen.

Nick sighed, “please, excuse my friend, Winston Bishop.” He briefly introduced, “his girlfriend dumped him before we flew out here.”

They shared a look and a couple of awkward smiles.

“Eek,” Natalie squeezed, “she’s almost here!”

Nicks eyebrows scrunched in confusion, “how do you know? Did she text or something?”

“No, I just checked her location.”

“From what?” Nick blinked.

A strange feeling started churning in his belly.

“Oh yeah,” Careesha nodded, “Nick isn’t a smart phone guy, remember? She said he likes to stay unplugged and grounded in reality?” She looked at him with a questioning smile.

“Uh, yeah.” Nick licked his lips, “something like that.”

Is that what you were telling your friends? You left out his distaste and constant distrust for the government and his fear of data tracking as well as the impending doom of mankind for choosing convenience over old fashioned know-how and basic human companionship. Also the death of community and togetherness in America and most likely the world. . . But that was fine.

Your version means less questions and arguments he’d have with everyone. You truly were a gift.

“There’s a find my iPhone app, you can share your location with certain friends, so now we can always know where each other are.”

Nick swallowed and tried not to grit his teeth.

He spends a lot of time with you.

If your friends are always tracking you, And that app is always tracking you, the government and who knows else is also tracking you! That means they are also tracking him! They probably listen too!

All those conversations he’d had with you. .

How many people know about—

The doorbell rang.

Nick’s anger was quickly buried with a wave of joy.

You were here!

“Okay, mama, I’ll call you later.”

Nick stuffed his hands in his pockets and bounced on his heels to stay quiet.

“Wha—“

“Surprise!”

“Winston!”

“Oh my god,” He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you. “That girl that Nick’s been laying around with!” He fake gasped.

“Shut up,” you hugged him back with a smile, “I know you know my name.”

“Fuck, Winston,” Nick pulled you into his chest by your arm, “what about me huh? Your actual boyfriend?”

He firmly gripped your cheeks with one hand, playfully squeezing a little tighter and letting go. His smile wavered a bit. Your cheeks were cold. You had no scarf, or hat. . .

Fuck. . .

You were about as dumb as he was.

“Where’s your hat? Or scarf? Anything?” He fussed over you. As he helped you take your coat off, he rubbed the material in his hands.

This coat wasn’t thick enough.

And it’s fucking windy as hell and you don’t even have a scarf or hat. No gloves or mittens either!

“I’ll be alright.” You smiled.

Still holding onto your cheeks, he pulled you in for a kiss. Not failing to slip his tongue inside. He needed to taste you, feel your mouth on his, and commit the warm plushness of your lips and every corner of your mouth to memory before he leaves.

“No, it’s not.” He broke the kiss, speaking lowly in your face. His tone making butterflies in your stomach.

You couldn’t really speak, your chest puffed up and down, breathless from the kiss as well as the air and the cold. Perhaps he was right, but you had no idea where to shop for warm things or what makes a coat warmer compared to others. What day do you wear a hat or gloves or neither?

He brushed your cheek with his thumb.

“You know what I thought of all winter?” You shook your head, opting only to smile at him with your lips slightly parted. If you kept looking at him like that, he swore he was going to kiss you again, “whether your coat was warm enough? Did you have the right gloves? Did you remember what to do to your car the night before? Praying, that ice wouldn’t be on the road on the days you have to drive to work.”

“I know,” you placed a hand on top of his, rubbing at his fingers while his kept brushing your cheek, “I’m trying. I really am.”

You were listening to him, but from how wide and glossy your eyes were, he knew you weren’t, not really.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, why do you ask?”

“Because you're starting and you're half listening to me.” He laughed which made you laugh too.

“You shaved.” You placed your hands on his cheek now, and he couldn’t help but feel a little self conscious. You’re standing so close to one another, and now you're both holding onto each other's faces like a couple of idiots, lovesick idiots in puppy love.

He’d rather have done this alone now. Without an audience.

“I like it.” You grinned.

“Yeah?” He couldn’t help the hope that tinged his voice.

“Yeah!” You kissed him again. Slowly, and thoroughly, so tender and soft. Leaving him to bask in the feeling. He always lost track of time and every moment when you were leading a kiss. Nothing and everything felt so intense at the same time. “I’m still going to miss your beard but this is. . Different! In a good way!”

“Really?” Now it felt like you were laying it on a bit thick.

“It’s like,” you weren’t looking at him now. Your eyes dart wildly at everything before choosing to look down. He lifted your face with a finger, making you laugh dotly in his face. The feeling of it danced across his nose and cheeks. “It makes everything warmer.. hotter. It feels like everything is even closer than before. Like, I’m really feeling all of you.”

He kissed you again. Harder than before.

Not caring about who's around or who’s in the room.

And there it was.

Without the scratch of his beard you felt all of him. The heat of his cheeks on yours. You could actually feel all of the kiss and not be distracted by the scratchy feeling. You could focus on how hot and wet his mouth is. The way his tongue swept across yours, leaving you with no choice but to follow his pace. To allow him to consume every part of you. Leaving a strong want and desire to flood your senses.

“Alright, you two are seriously killing the vibe.”

“Oh,” you heaved with a smile, “hey Winston.”

Winston gave a fake smile before frowning.

“Wrap it up you two. You can have sex later.”

“Speaking of,” Nick started, “I got you something.”

Nick handed you a present wrapped in Newspaper. It had a bow made out of industrial rope.

“You're so environmentally conscious.” You smiled as you unwrapped the gift.

“If you mean cheap, with the best repurposing skills you’ve ever seen, I’ll take it.”

“Oh, Nick.” You smiled. Tears budded at your eyes. You didn’t have time to laugh at his joke before seeing what he had gotten you.

It was a giant cream wool and cashmere scarf, and a matching hat that was lined with silk.

They were so warm.

“Nick you shouldn’t have.” You wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him tight.

“And let you freeze to death when I’m not around?” He scoffed with a smile. “I don’t think so.”

“Okay, enough!” Natalie shoved Nick to the side and hugged you. “We’ve let you two have your moment long enough. There’s a room full of people that love you too!”

Everyone had a great time.

Winston got a little crazy after having to draw 4, four times in a row. Careesha claimed you were cheating, after you won three times in a row, but shenanigans aside, it was amazing. Neither of you would have changed this night for anything else in the world.

Nick went out to the balcony.

He imagined you having a small quiet time out here, in the morning time before you went to work.

“What are you doing out here?” You had put on the scarf and hat the moment you opened it.

You had your coat on now.

Not being able to help himself. He paws at the scarf on your necks maneuvering it in a way where it covers your head and your neck.

“Better?” He smiled.

“Oh my goodness you're a winter genius!”

“Well I was born and raised in Chicago.” He took the other cup of hot chocolate out fontour hand that you brought out for him.

“This spiked stuff is good.”

“Really?” Your eyes sparkled at him and he laughed.

“Absolutely,” he took another sip, “it’s the right amount of whiskey to coco and milk or whatever you used. All the proportions taste right.”

“It’s my recipe!” You beamed at him. “It’s the perfect amino of whisky, a little Baileys, and then regular hot chocolate stuff, but I also chop up some chocolate with the coco powder.”

“It’s so good! You should consider quitting a lawyer and becoming a bartender! I think you’d have a bright future.” He said seriously.

“Well I always wanted to change my career in the middle of all the success and fortune for another one.” You said just as seriously.

You both laughed and he wrapped an arm around you.

You both admired the city lights and falling snow.

Fuck. . . He wasn’t going to make it home for the holidays again. There’s always next year.

He pulled out his phone and dialed his mom’s number.

“Heeey, Ma,” he drawled. Biting back his smile so she couldn’t hear how happy he was, “I missed my flight again.”

He pulled the phone from his ear as she started yelling and asking questions.

“No, everything’s booked up or canceled, now.”

You pinched his cheek, and he bit your finger before you could pull it away. You let out a little scream of a laugh and he had to grab you and cover your mouth, almost making him laugh out loud too!

“Alright, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll do better next year. . . love you too.”

“Nick—“

“—Let’s spend Christmas together.”

“Yeah?” Your eyes were watery and he kissed away your tears.

“Yeah, you big crybaby,” he smiled and kissed you, “let’s do this. Let’s spend Christmas together. Just the two of us.”

“I’ve never had Christmas without my family before.” You sniffled.

“I know, I know,” he rubbed your shoulders. “We don’t have to if you—“

“—no I do!” You cut him off with a kiss. “I want to spend Christmas with you too!”

“Yeah?”

“I’m a big girl.” He wiped your last tear with his thumb. “I can handle a few days without seeing them.

Nick kissed you one more time.

“What about Winston?” You asked.

“Oh,” Nick blinked. “He probably already left without me.”

You blinked back at him for a moment.

“You're probably right.”

He kissed you again.

“Can you please stop bringing up Winston when I’m kissing you?”

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[ill-say-anything-i-hafta]

The Lower Manhattan Boys (and Spot Conlon) Tell You How They Make Extra Money In the Winter

1. Thievin'

Jack: I will pick a pocket if the opportunity presents itself, but the church collection boxes is easiest, especially at this time of year.

Racetrack: That's a big risk Jack. They's always gonna be lookin' closer at a guy like you. it's just another form of gamblin', really.

Jack: Hey, you stay out of this, pal. You sound like Dave. And it ain't as if Ise stealin' stuff away from the intended recipients. Them funds is supposed to be for the poor and needy, right? Ain't we poor?

Racetrack: You want another card, or is we gonna sit here jawin' all night?

Jack: I fold.

2. Shovelin' walkways

Buttons: We charges two cents to do the stretch of sidewalk in front of your shop or your home, plus an extra penny if you wants your stoop cleared. Railings is free. And we gives a discount if you is old and feeble.

Romeo: Or if you is pretty.

Buttons: We do Jacobi's and the theater for free.

Jojo: But we charges extra if you looks like you can afford it. Miss Katherine taught us this is called bein' an entrepreneur.

Buttons: Hey, dummy, speak for yourself. I don't need no girl to teach me big words. In fact, I already knowed that one.

Jojo: Well I ain't needed to know it to do it. Ise a natural.

3. Encouragin' tips

Crutchie: I gets around all right, generally. Don't let no one tell you different. But ice and snow on cobblestones ain't no picnic for me. And damp weather like this, the leg won't hardly give me no peace. I miss a lot of sellin' days. But I got a compensatory seasonal advantage. Here's what I do: I fumble with the change. More often than not, by the time I gets the coins out of my pocket, they don't even want 'em.

Les: So what? I do that every single day of the year. It doesn't always work, but it can't hurt, right?

Crutchie: Youse real cute, Les. But let's just say someone like me gets more tips in December.

Les: Why?

Crutchie: Look. It ain't my fault some fella wrote a Christmas story about a kid with a crutch. It ain't my fault if i puts folks in mind of that kid. I didn't ask for it.

Les: But you're Jewish, like us. Aren't you?

Crutchie: Shh! Who told you that?

Les: Specs.

Crutchie: Well, keep it under your hat. There's money on the line.

4. Totin' packages and similar errends

Elmer: I'se the only who makes money this way because no one in their right mind would trust most of these boys. But I got a innocent face. And luckily for my regulars, I got a honest disposition to go along with it.

5. Soakin' Midtown kids

Albert: Complain all you like about the short, dark days of winter, but there is some things I happen to like about this time of year. The sight of a wreath of greenery and berries hangin' on someone's door. Hot chestnuts from a cart. The cheery fellow-feeling that is in evidence everywhere you -- hey, ain't that Lefty Petrovitch? What's he doin' south of Fourteenth Street?

Spot: [Cracking her knuckles] Let's get him!

Albert: I appreciate your help, Spot.

Spot: It is my personal pleasure, Al. In fact, this is one of my favorite pastimes of the Christmas season because not only is I doin' you a good turn, but we might also make a tidy profit besides, depenin' on how good he was sellin'.

Albert: Just 'cause we all got a union together don't mean kids should get away with floutin' mutually agreed-upon territorial boundaries.

Spot: Yeah!

Albert: Remind me, why does Race get to sell way across the bridge at Sheepshead?

Spot: [Cracking her knuckles again] I often find myself ponderin' that self-same question.

FIN.

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[velvetcovered-brick]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington Characters: Colin Bridgerton, Penelope Featherington, Mentions of Violet Bridgerton, mentions of Anthony Bridgerton, mentions of Eloise Bridgerton, mentions of Kate Bridgerton, mentions of Daphne Bassett Additional Tags: 12 Days of Penelope, Penelope's 12 Days of Christmas, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Snow, Blizzards & Snowstorms, Family Gatherings, Power Outage, based on the song "Baby It's Cold Outside", No heat, snuggles, Colin Bridgerton can't keep his hands off his wife's chest, soft and cute

Summary:

Penelope and Colin are running late to the annual Bridgerton Christmas party, but baby, it's cold outside!

Day 4 of Penelope's 12 Days of Christmas is LIVE!

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[theladyofdeath]

Elide and Lorcan having an angsty fight. And when they see eachother again they're standing under a mistletoe. Maybe they make up or maybe they don't who knows.

I never asked a prompt before... I Just really want to read some Elorcan so this is the first thing that popped in my mind😅

A/N: I love this prompt! I hope you enjoy this drabble and had an amazing holiday season! x

T/W: language

A winter storm was brewing outside, but inside of Elide and Lorcan’s living room, a holiday party was thriving.

It was difficult to plan and throw a party when you’re hardly speaking to your significant other…which Lorcan hadn’t in nearly two days. Every time he passed his fiancé, they barely acknowledged one another.

Their fight had been the worst one yet. Although both of them were stubborn, Lorcan’s temper was a little harsher than Elide’s. He knew it was a character flaw, but he was too stubborn to work on it. When he got angry, he didn’t want to fix it, he just wanted to stay pissed off.

And he had stayed pissed off for two days.

It didn't stop them from hosting their Christmas party. It didn't stop Elide from cooking all day, and it didn't stop Lorcan from cleaning the house to perfection. He always cleaned better when he was pissed the hell off. He was an angry-scrubber.

Although their friends seemed to be having a great time, the tension between the two of them was evident. Aside from lingering glares, Lorcan hadn't bothered to say a word to Elide, and she didn't bother saying a word to him.

It was ridiculous.

He knew it.

And he didn't care.

Planning a wedding was stressful.

It was even more stressful when a date could not be set.

Lorcan asked Elide to marry him a year ago. Last Christmas, he had gotten down on one knee and popped the question. When she had said yes, it had been the greatest moment of his life. Every hardship he had endured didn't seem so bad, because they had led him to her, to her saying yes to becoming his wife.

But even a year later, Elide didn't want to set a date.

Lorcan didn't get it. He didn't understand it. He knew that Elide loved him, which only made him that much more confused on why she couldn't settle on a day to marry him, to take that final step. It confused him so much that he picked a fight, had started yelling at her and acting a fool when he asked her about setting a date again, and she said that she didn't know.

Their fight had ended with Lorcan saying the awful words: Then maybe we shouldn't even get married.

Since those words left his mouth, silence was all that laid between them.

Now, the room around Lorcan was filled with holiday cheer but he felt none of it. Every minute that passed with that tension between them just felt off, awful, not right.

Lorcan lifted his glass to his lips only to find it empty. He hadn't even realized he'd been drinking that often, but he supposed that misery loved company, and whiskey was the best company of all.

Pushing himself off the wall by Fenrys and Connall, who were bickering about something ridiculous, Lorcan strode to the kitchen with his empty glass.

And nearly ran directly into Elide.

The thing about Elide Lochan was if she was in a crowd of people, you probably wouldn't be seeing her right away, considering Lorcan had almost two feet on her. So when she came around the corner of the kitchen with her own recently filled wine glass, he had barely stopped himself before his shirt had a big red stain on it.

They both froze and stared at one another.

Lorcan cleared his throat. "Sorry."

Elide gave him a nod, her lips in a straight line.

"It's about time you two lovebirds were caught under the mistletoe."

The fucking mistletoe.

Lorcan had nearly forgotten about it until they both looked up and, surely enough, they stood underneath the neatly trimmed and hung greenery.

A sigh left him as he looked back down at Elide, who shrugged and, with a roll of her dark eyes, rose on her toes.

Lorcan leaned down and kissed her, softly. It was nothing more than a peck on the lips, but the second their mouths touched, Lorcan tasted the wine and cherry chapstick. Their kiss deepened, as every kiss that had ever occurred between the two of them had. It was something that should have only lasted a second but lasted much longer as they melted into one another.

When that kiss finally broke, they didn't part too far from one another. Lorcan brushed her hair behind her ear and shook his head. "I'm sorry."

Elide's eyes softened. "No, I'm sorry. You have every right to be frustrated with me. I just know that as soon as we set a date, the wedding planning is going to be so stressful, and I never imagined that I'd be getting married without my parents there-"

"Hey," Lorcan breathed, lifting her chin so that she met his gaze. "You don't need to explain."

"Yes, I do," she whispered, "because I don't want you thinking that I don't want to marry you. I do. Of course, I do. I love you. So much."

"I know," he said, taking her hand. "I love you, too, and we'll set a date when we set a date. As long as you're here every morning when I wake up and every night when I go to bed, that's all that matters to me."

Elide's lips slowly twisted into a small smile. "Such a softie."

"Mhmm," he said, eyes narrowing as they always did when she would tell him how romantic he was being. He kissed her, once more. "Don't tell anybody."

"Your secret is safe with me."

"Good."

Using his empty glass as an excuse, Lorcan pulled Elide into the kitchen with him and kissed her again and again, considering he had two days worth to make up for.

Sometimes he scolded himself for being so stubborn and for falling in love with such a stubborn woman. Yet, every time they fought, they sure as hell knew how to make up.

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[12daysofchristmas]

It’s that magical time of year again where we hope to spread some ✨joy and cheer✨ via Christmas-, holiday-, and winter-themed fanfiction, gifs, fan art, and edits. Rules and information below the cut!

About & Rules

The challenge will run from December 13-24, 2022.

The challenge is open to any and all fandoms.

Submissions must relate to the theme for that day in some way, however small. This year’s themes are listed below.

Tag your submissions with #12daysofchristmas2022 AND tag either this blog or my personal blog (@zsjaywhite​​) so that I will be notified to reblog your submissions here. (Also, it would be super cool if you gave this blog a follow!)

Submissions for the day must be posted before midnight YOUR time. I’m not super hard-and-fast about this rule, but posting within time is very much appreciated! For your reference, I live in the Eastern Standard timezone. 

If your submission contains any warnings (alcohol use, sexually explicit content, etc.) you must identify/tag them as outlined below.

If your contribution is writing, please use a “keep reading” cut and follow the post template below.

Title: Theme: Fandom/Character(s): Warnings (if applicable): Word Count: 

Example:

Title: Santa, Baby Theme: Day 8 - Decorating Fandom/Character(s): AEW/Adam Page x OC Warnings: Alcohol, cursing, sexual situations (explicit) Word Count: 7,290

2022 Themes

13 December: Bells

14 December: Santa Hat

15 December: Candles

16 December: Snowman

17 December: Reindeer

18 December: Ice Skating

19 December: Cookies/Gingerbread/Sweets

20 December: Decorating

21 December: Mistletoe

22 December: Travel

23 December: Music/Songs

24 December: Presents

Please feel free to message me with any questions, and happy creating!

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[zyrafowe-sny]

Let's Party Like It's 2007

A silly little New Year's Eve fic featuring well-intentioned deception, Cosmic Frontier uniforms, and some references to 2007 popular culture

Gus Porter was a genius. He had the perfect plan. Hunter had been so gloomy even after they saved the Boiling Isles and created a new portal, and he knew just how to make him happy again — a New Year's Eve party to usher in 2008.

True, Gus' last scheme to lift everyone's spirits with some human Christmas cheer had backfired a little when it came to Hunter — according to Luz there were too many red cardinal decorations in Gravesfield — but he was positive that this time a holiday visit to the Human Realm would work. It just had to.

But just to be extra sure, he ran the idea by Luz. (And he should probably also get permission from Camila for a party at her house before getting too ahead of himself.)

Luz wasn’t enthusiastic, but she also didn’t straight-out refuse. “You want a 2007 New Year’s Eve party? You do know that was 15 years ago.”

Oh right — she had been at the vet clinic when Hunter first debuted his uniform. “Hunter’s really looking forward to 2008. That’s when Cosmic Frontier takes place."

Luz opened her mouth and closed it again. “Are you expecting everyone to wear Cosmic Frontier-style uniforms?”

“Of course!” Gus scoffed. “That’s what everyone wore in 2008.”

She blinked. “Uhh…You do understand that it’s just a sci-fi story, right?”

“It’s not just a sci-fi story!” Gus retorted indignantly. “Not to Hunter! It’s a way for him to process his own life and come to terms with being a Grimwalker and…”

She waved her hand and cut him off. “I get it, I get it. It’s his Good Witch Azura.” Luz let out a sigh. “Amity won’t be happy. And we’ll need my mom’s help.”

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#the owl house fanfiction #toh fanfic #holiday fanfiction #Hunter wishes everyone a very happy 2008 #hunter owl house #gus porter #luz noceda #camila noceda #vee noceda #willow park #mattholomule #huntlow #masha x vee #lumity #cosmic frontier #my fanfic #happy 2008! #happy new year #author hoped to post this on NYE but was derailed by a power outage and illness

[goforth-ladymidnight]

For @woahpip, for the @acotargiftexchange 2022

The Third Night of Solstice, Part 1

Pairing: Elain x Lucien

Rating: Teen and Up

Contains: Angst and Fluff

Summary: The second night of Winter Solstice has come and gone, and neither Elain nor Lucien got what they were hoping for. Only one night remains before the dawn of a new year, and this is their last chance to give each other the one thing each of them truly wants. Or so they think... Set during the events of A Court of Silver Flames, this is one Solstice that neither of them will ever forget.

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#acotar secret santa #acotar gift exchange 2022 #acotar gift exchange #holiday fanfiction #acotar fanfiction #acotar fanfic #my fanfiction #elain x lucien #elucien

[likesomekindofcheese]

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long oneshot where it’s Christmas and Joe and reader are still asleep in their bed and their toddler daughter comes in their room and jumps on the bed to wake them up to tell them Santa has brought her presents and when their daughter comes over to Joe, he’s pretending he’s still asleep and when she gets close enough to him, he jumps up and starts tickling her and reader just gushes over how adorable he is with their daughter and they go to the living room and enjoy their Christmas as a family? Also, their daughter looks just like Joe?

I don't accept requests for long shots, but I can write a blurb!

You weren't dreaming of sugarplums dancing in your head. No, you were dreaming about flying to Austria and landing on one of the snowy mountains there when you felt a little tug.

You blinked awake, still processing you were on the ground in your house and you saw the little face of your daughter looking up at you.

"Mommy, mommy!" she whispered excitedly.

You leaned over and saw that it was 7 in the morning.

"Wha...what is it?" you asked groggily.

"It's Christmas! It's Christmas! And there's presents! Santa came! Santa came here!" she cheered.

"Oh...yes...he did!" you agree with a sleepy smile.

She went over to the other side to Joe. He was laying on his stomach, his red hair a mess on top of the pillow.

"Daddy...Daddy wake up! It's Christmas! Santa got me presents!" she cheered.

There was a cartoonishly loud snore. You knew Joe did not snore like that when genuinely asleep but your daughter didn't. She giggled in response.

Looking closer, you realized how much she did look like Joe. She had his face shape, his eyes, his nose, and his mouth. Though her skin and hair looked like yours, her father's influence was just as present if you looked very carefully.

"Daddyyyyyyyyyyy, wake up! Wake up!" she said.

She leaned closer, took one grubby finger, and began to poke him.

In a second, Joe turned over with an "HRUAGGH!"

He grabbed the little girl who let out a delighted squeal and began to tickle her profusely in his embrace. She began laughing and laughing so hard, that even Joe was laughing. Even you.

"Dad-dyyyy, stop!" she asked, taking in exhales between laughing.

"What's that? Spot?! Like tickle spot?! I'll get it!" he cried, tickling her more.

She was kicking her legs in delight. Then finally, he stopped and all of you finished laughing, catching your breaths. She was so cute- so spunky in spite of her smallness. Her face is alight with the joy of both Christmas morning and her family. You never saw a child cuter than her and it made your heart melt.

"C'mon, nugget," you say to your girl, leaning her in for a hug and a kiss on her head.

"Can we open the presents?!?" she asked.

"Of course! Let's see what Santa got you!" Joe said.

With a cheer, she ran into the living room. As you both got out of bed and put robes over your pajamas from the chill, you kissed his cheek.

"Merry Christmas, Joe."

"Merry Christmas, Y/N."

You walked over there and made coffee, taking sips as the sun was rising. There were presents under the tree with still that fresh, papery scent of wrapping paper on them and the stockings were so full, they had to be taken off the mantle. Joe's, as a tribute, a little dinosaur on it. The tree was alight and the fireplace was started with a crackling fire. Your daughter was wiggling with excitement, ready to open gifts and see the things she wanted so much.

Everything could not be more perfect.

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[nuclearforest]

Happy Holidays! I'm back and around to promote the Christmas fluff reader insert I wrote last year where you get the chance to accidentally dognap the man that ends up being your lover. If you're looking for warm fluff and spicy smut this holiday season you can read like an advent calendar, here you go.

Ideally I'll be finishing up my Siren fic before the year ends and I can add more to the little universe that spun out of this, but no promises.

#hellsing captain #hellsing fanfiction #reader insert #reader x werewolf #ao3 fanfic #holiday fanfiction #werewolf smut #reader insert smut

[ivorydragoness44]

Bernard the elf x elf!Reader: Delicate Word Count: 381 Summary: (Toy)Santa had upset you, so you go in search of Bernard for help.

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  It had been quite a while, but you were determined. Turning another corner, you finally found him.    “Oh, Bernard! There you are. I need to talk to you.” You called out as you caught up to him.    “Not right now, please.” He paused to acknowledge you. “I have to go check in with the reindeer. I’m sorry. We can talk about this later.”    For the head elf, he seemed more stressed then usual. He gave an apologetic smile before turning and walking a few paces away.    You sighed as you watched him. “It’s about Santa.”    Bernard stopped in his tracks, pivoting around and frantically scurried back to you. Quite close in fact; you could smell the peppermint off of him. Panic shown in his eyes though he visibly tried to remain calm and composed.    In a hushed voice, he was a flurry of words. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

   “I made a humorous comment, as I usually do with Santa,” you began, receiving a nod from Bernard. “But…something’s different. He said that if I were a child, he would put me on the Naughty List so fast that my pointy little ears would fly off. And he laughed. And not his usual jolly and fun laugh. This one sounded…strange, disturbing even.”    Bernard’s mouth opened and closed more than once before he could find the words. He obviously saw how hurt you were from Santa’s words.    You did not recall a single Santa who had made such a remark to an elf, much less you personally.    Bernard proceeded to gently hold you by your shoulders. “I know that Santa has been acting a little…new, but I swear I’ll talk to him. Even though he’s Santa, that is no way to talk to someone. I’ll fix this, okay?”    “And…Bernard?” Your voice small.    “Hmm?”    “You don’t think there’s anything wrong with my ears, do you?”    He gasped in his shock. Reaching upward with his hands, he delicately touched your ears with a feather-light touch. “No. Never,” he shook his head with a smile. “They are the most perfectly pointed elf ears I’ve ever laid eyes on.” His kind eyes twinkled as he gave you a reassuring and caring smile. “May I see you again later?”    “Yes. Thank you, Bernard.”

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[yukihitomi]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: England/Japan (Hetalia) Characters: England (Hetalia), Japan (Hetalia) Additional Tags: Halloween, holiday fic, Miscommunication, Fluff, Kisses Summary:

England hears a knock on the door and finds Japan trick or treating. Featuring the candy Kisses, and a culture miscommunication.

#Asakiku #Iggypan #Halloween fanfiction #Hetalia #Holiday fanfiction #Yes I'm aware I'm a few days late

[blackbird-brewster]

Homo For the Holidays (A Very Jemily Christmas)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Criminal Minds (US TV) Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Jennifer "JJ" Jareau/Emily Prentiss Additional Tags: dangerous levels of cheer, Inspired by Hallmark Christmas Movies, Romantic Comedy, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Holidays, Christmas Fluff Summary:

[Jemily Hallmark Christmas Movie AU!]

Jennifer Jareau is a successful magazine editor in New York, but when her best friend Penelope forces her to return to her hometown for the holidays, JJ is less than thrilled. That is, until she runs into someone from her past who may have more in common with JJ than she thought would be possible.

A/N: I FINISHED IT!!! Happy holidays everyone, thank you so much for supporting all of my writing and ramblings this year. It has been an honour and a delight to be back in this fandom.

#criminal minds #emily prenitss #jennifer jareau #jemily #cm fanfic #cm fic rec #my writing #AO3 #holiday fanfiction #one gay brain cell

[rebelscumlena]

Auld Lang Syne

Pairing: Galadriel x Halbrand/Sauron

Word Count: 3.5K

Summary: The Rings have been forged, and with it, Galadriel has put aside her quest of vengeance. With Yule approaching, Galadriel decides to start her new life by visiting Bronwyn and the other displaced Southlanders in Pelargir. What she doesn’t expect is to touch the darkness once more, or for the darkness to reach back out.

A/N: We’ve got a little bit of angst, a little bit of fluff, a little bit of enemies to lovers, maybe a bit of soulmate!AU if you squint–everything you’d want in a Yule-themed story. This is my first fanfiction written in probably a decade so yay for that! And a big thank you to my writing partner @javier-djarin​ for keeping me encouraged, proofreading the story, and adding that extra bit of oomph; the Dynamic Writing Duo is on the move! Happy Holidays to everyone; may this holiday season be warm and merry, and all the best wishes going into 2023 ☃

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A breeze blew through the trees Galadriel found herself under, a chill in the air. Winter was soon approaching.

The sudden memory of Forodwaith came to Galadriel, causing the slightest grimace to overtake her face. Yet despite the memory, the thought of winter didn’t dampen Galadriel’s mood. She allowed herself to reminisce on all the Yule celebrations she’d lived through. The moments her family gathered to share in a large feast, tell stories, and enjoy each other’s presence. How Valinor, Lindon, and Eregion had different sorts of glows about them during those times, and when the holly bushes that were ever present provided a touch of red amongst all the greenery. It gave her a small peace that she hadn’t felt in some time, especially after all the loss and failures she had endured; how she’d failed her brother in so many ways.

She felt a bittersweet pang in her chest as she reflected on one of her earlier Yules as a child. Propped against her brother with a full belly, she listened to her older family members tell tall tales to entertain the children until they were too tired to hear another. Finrod carried her back to her quarters that night, and everything was peaceful and simple back then. “I’m so sorry,” she muttered to the winds, hoping he could hear her plea beyond the grave.

The feeling of Nenya on her finger brought her back to the present. She stared down at the ring that she had been given, using her other hand to trace along the designs it had been given as her heart quickened ever so slightly. It was still taking some time to get used to wearing such finery, but Galadriel knew it was her duty to wear this one ring.

“So this is where you’ve run off to,” came a voice from behind her. Galadriel turned her head to see Elrond approaching, a friendly smile on his face. She gave him one in return.

“I wanted a moment to myself,” Galadriel replied, turning back to face the stillness of the Glanduin.

Elrond took a seat beside her, his eyes honing in on the spot where he had pulled her from the waters many months ago. “And of all the places, you come here.”

Silence hung between the two at Elrond’s statement. The half-elf was sure he was the only one who knew the reason his friend found herself drawn to this place. While she seemed to have moved on from her quest of vengeance, she was still lingering on what she had done by bringing Halbrand–no, Sauron–to Eregion. Galadriel had brought a great enemy into their home, potentially putting so many lives at risk. No matter that Sauron had instead helped sustain their people’s lives; Galadriel had been tricked and it was eating away at her.

“A reminder so that I do not repeat my mistakes,” Galadriel murmured, closing her eyes as another breeze blew through the forest.

“What’s done is done, Galadriel,” Elrond urged, turning to face her and lowering his voice. “We are alive because of what you did and the knowledge he provided. All we can do now is move forward.” 

Galadriel let out a deep sigh, opening her eyes and turning to look at her dear friend. Unbeknownst to Elrond there was another reason Galadriel still visited this place. A reason she herself could hardly come to terms with, let alone voice to someone else: she had bound herself to Halbrand. She hadn’t realized it until recently when she’d see his piercing eyes in her dreams, or when her heart would quicken as she ran her fingers over Nenya, or even when she found herself drawn back to the very spot where he had revealed the truth to her. And after going back through her memories on when it could have happened, she finally ended up back on the Sundering Seas. The words had been spoken as an act to save him from the storm, but somehow when he dove in after her, the bond had been sealed.

And every day, she battled against the feelings the bond incited whenever he managed to flit back into her thoughts. Even as she let Elrond’s words sink in, her eyes returned to the water where the faintest shadow of two figures standing next to each other appeared. It pulled at Galadriel’s heart, but she would not be tempted to touch the darkness again.

Elrond glanced down to see her fingers twisting Nenya around, a new habit she had recently developed. His worries began to increase but suddenly an idea came to him. “Perhaps some time away would be best.”

This caught Galadriel’s attention, her head snapping to look at Elrond in surprise. “Away? To where?”

“Have you received any word from Bronwyn? Has she settled in Pelargir already?”

“She has,” Galadriel reported, trying to recall the most recent letter she had received from the young healer. “They arrived a few weeks ago and were welcomed warmly. She mentioned that should I find myself near Pelargir, I should visit.”

“Why not make good on that offer and go see her, especially now that Yule is approaching. I’m sure Gil-galad wouldn’t say no to something like that.”

Though Elrond and Galadriel were the only ones who knew of Halbrand’s deception, Gil-galad had his suspicions that something sinister had taken place and knew Galadriel had something to do with it. Since then, he’d required Galadriel to remain at Eregion until he deemed it fit for her to leave.

Yet the thought of getting away from Eregion lifted Galadriel’s mood. All the more so in being able to visit with the survivors of the tragic event they all endured when Orodruin exploded. Something no one in Eregion could understand.

“I could take some holly bushes to them, as a gift,” Galadriel relented, meeting Elrond’s eyes. They warmed immediately at Galadriel's suggestion, and he gave her an encouraging nod.

The plan was brought forth to Gil-galad, and though he was wary, Galadriel was granted permission to go visit. Two small holly bushes were chosen as gifts to be presented to Bronwyn and the other survivors, a tradition that Galadriel found brightened her spirits even more. Once the gifts were chosen and her items packed, she began the journey to Pelargir.

Upon arriving in the Gondorian town, she found herself pleasantly surprised at how different the feeling of Yule was amongst Men. Buildings were adorned with winter greenery and colourful ribbons as a fresh layer of snow coated everything in a powdery white. Despite the frigid breeze rolling off the river the town sat alongside, a warmth could be felt through the streets. Savoury and sweet smells wafted from stores and homes, people bustled as they prepared for their Yule celebrations, and music drifted from the taverns. Galadriel couldn’t help the smile on her face as she rode through the streets.

Suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and she found herself falling back into her warrior instincts. Her head was on a swivel, looking around for what might have set her off. It was as if the warmth she had been feeling since entering the city was waning. Forodwaith came to mind again, and she felt her heart quicken at the thought. The shadows were darker between the buildings, moving with her through the streets. Was it him?

Galadriel was broken from her thoughts when her horse moved slightly below her, growing restless from having stopped in the middle of the street. She also noticed a few people were now looking at her in confusion. Not wishing to bring anymore attention to herself, she urged her horse onwards in the direction of Bronwyn’s home.

As she grew closer, she noticed Bronwyn making her way outside with Theo trailing. 

“My lady! What a pleasant surprise!” exclaimed Bronwyn as Galadriel dismounted. 

“I apologize for not sending word ahead of my arrival. I hope it’s not an inconvenient time,” Galadriel replied, giving the young woman a timid smile.

“Nonsense,” Bronwyn replied, “you are most welcome here. Come inside! Theo, could you take Lady Galadriel’s horse to the stable and bring her bags inside?”

Galadriel exchanged a warm smile with the young boy as he took her horse to the stables while she followed his mother inside. The home was modest and cozy, and if Galadriel didn’t know any better, she would’ve guessed Bronwyn and Theo had been living in it for years. It had even been decorated for Yule, with a small tree sitting in the corner and a few wrapped packages underneath it.

“I’m glad to see that you and Theo have settled in comfortably,” Galadriel commented as she took a seat at the small dining table.

“It’s taken some getting used to, but we’ve done the best we can.” Bronwyn brought over two cups of tea before joining Galadriel. “What’s done is done. All we can do is move forward.”

Galadriel found herself hesitating at Bronwyn’s words but said nothing as Theo came in with her bags.

“Why did you bring two bushes with you?” he asked, nodding to the sack that the holly bushes were in, their green stems poking out with a few off-coloured red berries showing.

“They are gifts for your people,” Galadriel replied. “Holly bushes have always brought cheer to our people during the winter season, and I thought they might do the same as you settle into your new homes.”

“That’s very kind of you, my lady,” Bronwyn said, giving Galadriel a warm smile. “There’s a tavern in the town that our people frequent. I think that would be the best place to plant them.”

“Will you be staying with us to celebrate Yule?” Theo asked, joining the women at the table.

“Of course you must,” Bronwyn answered before Galadriel could speak. “There’s a large feast that will be held down at the tavern tonight. We could go now and plant the bushes, and then you can stay and join us in the festivities.”

With no room to argue, the three brought the holly bushes down to the tavern. After speaking with the owner and getting his permission, they quickly planted the bushes on either side of the tavern door before settling themselves inside to warm by the fire and catch up some more.

The hours ticked by, and soon the tavern was full of familiar faces as the feast began. Music was struck up, candles were lit, and the atmosphere grew even more festive. Galadriel was glad to see that so many of the survivors had not let the circumstances of losing their home sour their mood. They remained resilient, most of them repeating the same sentiment of just needing to move forward. 

As the night went on, the feasting turned into dancing, drinking, and laughing. Tankards of ale were flowing, and the din of conversation filled every corner of the tavern. Galadriel found herself conversing with as many people as possible, their uplifted spirits contagious. She even caught sight of Bronwyn and Arondir revolving around each other, smiles on their faces when they caught each other’s eyes. 

Yet despite all the happiness and cheer around her, Galadriel started to feel as if someone was watching her. She glanced around, taking in each face and wondering where it might be coming from. Her gaze was suddenly drawn to a window where she noticed a shadow standing on the other side. She held her breath, watching and waiting to see if it was real or a figment of her mind.

“My lady?”

Galadriel snapped her head towards the sound of Theo’s voice, seeing him standing next to her and watching her in confusion. She quickly looked back towards the window, no longer seeing the shadow in the pane and doing her best to compose herself.

“Is everything alright?” Theo spoke again, doing his own to glance out the window Galadriel was fixated on to see what she might be seeing. His attention was brought back to her as he noticed her twisting a ring around her finger.

Galadriel closed her eyes tightly for a second before opening them again, turning to face Theo with her best attempt at a reassuring smile. “I’m fine. I think I might just step outside for a moment and get some fresh air.”

Theo nodded hesitantly as he watched her make her way through the crowd and out the front tavern door.

Galadriel stepped out into the evening, glancing up and down the street. There were hardly any people out and about now, with most having retired to their homes for the evening. Her attention was drawn down the street where she heard the sounds of footsteps crunching in the snow a little too fast for a leisurely walk at night. She made her way to follow the sounds, instinctively reaching for her brother’s dagger before realizing almost forlornly it no longer existed. 

Regardless, she continued on before she found herself standing in front of an open-aired smithy workshop. The furnace had been put out for the evening, but from what little light came through some nearby windows, she could see a hooded figure standing in the middle of the shop, its attention focused on the anvil and a tool that sat on top of it.

“It was generous of you to bring a gift to these people, after all they endured,” came a familiar voice that caused Galadriel’s heart to beat faster. “Tell me, was it guilt that prompted you to do such a thing?”

An anger that Galadriel hadn’t felt in months resurfaced, causing her to ball her fists. “How dare you,” she seethed, finding her voice at his insinuation. She was rewarded with a chuckle before he moved away from the anvil and towards her, slowly but confidently. She remained rooted to the spot, waiting to see if it was really him.

It was only when he stopped a few feet in front of her and removed his hood that she was able to see his face. Halbrand looked exactly as she remembered him, his face fully healed from all the injuries he had sustained months prior. His cheeks and the tip of his nose were tinged pink from the cold, and his eyes were filled with mirth. He looked smug as he smirked at her, knowing full well that his words were causing a reaction from her.

“No, not guilt,” Halbrand continued, “I’d wager you did it as a way to strengthen your affiliation amongst the Southlanders, in the event you ever need to rely on them for aid. It wouldn’t be the first time you tried to exploit a group of people to do as you wish.”

The raging fire burning behind her glare was the exact reaction he had anticipated. He knew her as well as he knew himself, and she was clearly eager to strike at him for his snide remark. Before she had the chance, Halbrand reached down to grab her hand, startling her enough to make her forget she ever wanted to slap him. Placing a dagger into her grasp, he brought it up so that the length of the blade rested against his neck, an almost bitter sadness filling his own gaze as he watched her confusion. 

“What are you doing?” she whispered, horrified.

“Giving you what you want,” he replied, swallowing hard and drawing her gaze to his throat for a brief moment. “You were so keen to do it back in Eregion, and I took away your opportunity. Now, I’m giving you the chance to finish what you started.”

Her brows furrowed as she stared at the dagger enclosed in her grip. All the vengeance and anger she had buried months ago was ebbing it’s way to the surface, allowing her to realize she still wanted to plunge the dagger into his throat; to inflict pain on him for taking away her brother, for all the harm he had caused in Middle Earth, but most of all for making her a fool. But then her eyes moved to meet his…

As she gazed into his eyes, she saw they were no longer filled with mirth but instead a warmth she had only briefly seen when he tried to persuade her back in Eregion. Her fingers immediately relaxed so that the dagger fell into the snow, and she moved her hand so that it rested against his cheek. The stubble along his jaw grounded Galadriel, assuring her she was not dreaming or trapped in an illusion. Halbrand didn’t stop her, nor did he flinch as their skin touched. His fingers remained wrapped firmly around her wrist, and she was certain he could feel how her pulse raced. He was afraid to breathe, let alone move, for the fear of spooking her…”like a horse,” he thought, stifling a smile as he remembered how much she’d loved being compared to the animal.

“I’ve moved on,” she coolly responded as she smoothed her thumb along his cheek.

“Is that so?” Halbrand countered, his own thumb rubbing along her wrist. “The great Galadriel, Commander of the Northern Armies, putting up her sword for a life of peace?”

Galadriel scoffed, watching as a smirk appeared on Halbrand’s face. “Touching the darkness never accomplished anything.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” he responded, stepping closer so there was no space left between them. With his hand still wrapped around her wrist, he guided her hand lower until her fingers were pressed up against his pulse under his jaw. “You feel it, don’t you?”

Galadriel paused, almost scared to admit it out loud. Yet as she felt his pulse race just as fast as she was sure hers was, she knew there was no denying it. “Yes,” she murmured.

The two let silence descend upon them before music and the sounds of “Auld Lang Syne” could be heard from the tavern. Galadriel was taken aback when Halbrand entwined their hands that were still touching while placing his other hand along her lower back and beginning to sway them a bit.

He chuckled as he watched her once again look horrified at his actions. “What? Does the accomplished Lady Galadriel not know how to dance?”

“It’s not that,” she retorted, placing her free hand against his shoulder. “This isn’t a song to dance to.”

“Indulge me,” he said, swaying them through the smithy’s workshop. Galadriel quickly found her footing and followed his lead, unable to believe the situation she found herself in. After he had left her in the waters of the Glanduin, she never expected to see him again. She had refused him, declared with as much finality that he could never right his wrongs and that she would never take his side. Yet as she leaned into his embrace, her heart softened and it all felt so right.

They danced for a few verses of the song before Halbrand stopped them, causing Galadriel to look up at him. “What is it?”

He hesitated before leaning in, the tip of his nose bumping against hers. “Allow me to touch the light, just this once,” he whispered pleadingly.

Galadriel gazed into his eyes once more, seeing the desperation that was there. With a gentle sigh, she closed her eyes and moved forward to seal her lips against his. Her heart began to race once more as Halbrand held her firmly to him, moving his lips against hers. She welcomed the reciprocation, knowing that they only had this moment.

The door from the tavern opened as a patron left for the night, the music and singing growing in volume until the door was closed once more. It was enough to bring Galadriel back to the present as she pulled away, allowing Halbrand one last lingering peck. Her eyes opened to meet his and see the desperation had satiated into contentment. “A Yule gift I’ll treasure forever,” he commented, a smirk adorning his face once more.

“And do I not get one in return?” she asked, feeling emboldened.

He simply brought up the hand where Nenya rested on her middle finger, kissing the ring as his eyes held hers. “Did I not already give you such a precious gift?”

Her cheeks flushed at the gesture, but she had no time to respond as he leaned in once more to kiss her deeply. Her eyes closed, and she kissed back, pouring out all the emotions that had been swelling inside of her. Halbrand eventually broke the kiss, his nose running along hers once more as their breaths mingled. 

“For auld lang syne, Commander,” he whispered before stepping back. Galadriel opened her eyes just as Halbrand blended into the shadows of the smithy’s workshop. And then he was gone.

Galadriel pulled her hands into her chest, her fingers twisting Nenya around once more as the muted chorus of “Auld Lang Syne” continued to ring from the tavern. With one last look into the shadows, she turned out of the smithy’s workshop and made her way back towards the tavern, back towards the light.

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[argyleheir]

Argyle’s Holiday Cheese Plate

Seeing as the holidays are coming on and I’ve yet to post any seasonally inspired fluff, I thought I’d share a few favorites from Christmases past...

In the Dark Time of the Year (Fandom: Dracula | Pairing: Dracula x Jonathan | Rating: M) - On the longest night of the year, a chance encounter leaves Jonathan questioning his past. Notes: In fact one of my favorites from last year; I’d intended to write a sequel from Dracula’s POV... maybe I still will :)

The Seventy-Fifth Annual Pandimensional Hellspawn and Friends Holiday Bruncheon (Fandoms: Good Omens, The Good Place | Pairing: Aziraphale x Crowley | Rating: G) - This Michael chap was so dashedly charming, and seemingly a bowtie aficionado to boot, that Aziraphale couldn't resist the urge to offer him a bit of encouragement. Notes: Posted in 2020, though it’d been kicking around my head for at least a year before that. A bit half-baked but the idea of it still makes me smile.

The Here and Now is Coming Round (Fandom: Alice (2009) | Pairing: Hatter x Alice | Rating: G) - At the New Year, Hatter counts his blessings. Notes: Posted in 2011 and based on a tv miniseries with some pretty neat plot points, but mostly I just really enjoyed writing Hatter.

Altered States (Fandom: Good Omens | Pairing: Aziraphale x Crowley | Rating: M) - What goes around comes around—often in the dead of night, drunk on Chateau Margaux 1787, and without ringing first. Notes: Posted in 2008 for one of several Good Omens Holiday Exchange events I participated in over the years - I find myself nostalgic for events like this (and Yuletide) but am generally better for not adding yet another source of stress during a busy time of year.

A Moment Too Soon  (Fandom: The Wind in the Willows | Rating: G) - All the animals were in agreement: it was a jolly day for a Christmas party. Notes: Posted in 2006. I used to love aping old writers’ styles, including  Kenneth Grahame. This one’s gen, though I did a couple of Rat x Mole and Toad x Rat stories around the same time.

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[tworoadsandapenny]

TMNT Christmas Carols: I. Jingle Bells

*deep breath* I know it's not remotely the season, but I'm copying these to tumblr in the order they were written, which means I can't post the next ones until I post these carols, and yes, I could probably just do them out of order and save this for Christmas, but no, my brain simply won't allow it, and yes, I am a slave to my brain's strange eccentricities, so here we are. ~~~~~~

I. Jingle Bells

“Cowabunga!”

“MIKEY!” Raph shouted as his youngest brother’s sled kicked up enough snow to entomb him where he stood on the hill. “That’s it you little punk! I’m gonna bury your shell so deep you won’t be found till summer!”

Mikey laughed as his brother started chasing him down the hill. Mission accomplished. “You gotta catch me first, Raphie!”

“When I get my hands on you—HEY!” Again, Raph was pelted with snow by a sled speeding by.

“Sorry, Raph,” Don shrugged mischievously.

“Sorry my shell!” Raph growled, padding his hands against the snow to give his sled a boost. By the time he made it to the bottom, both his younger brothers were already holding their sleds, readying to head back up the hill.

“Getting slow in your old age there, Raphie-boy?“ Mikey avoided a smack to his head as he smirked at Raph’s glower.

“Laugh it up, chuckles.” Raph shook more snow from his carapace. “Something was makin’ my sled slow down. Don musta messed with it.”

“I did not!”

“Dude, it’s not our fault you’re too heavy to fly down the hill like us sleeker models.”

“Actually Mikey,” Don interjected. “Heavier objects fall at a faster rate than lighter objects, so his muscle mass should work in his favour.”

“Huh,” Mikey cocked his head to the side. “Does that mean I have more muscles than Raph!?”

“Not likely,” Raph scoffed. “Just more pizza.”

“Well then maybe you should follow my example, because,“ Mikey leaned in close to Raph’s face with the smuggest look he could muster. “I still won.”

“Technically,” Don again corrected as Raph attempted another swipe at his brother’s face. “Leo won. He made it to the bottom first.”

Raph hadn’t even noticed Leo going down the hill. Or at the bottom, now that he looked around. “Where’d Fearless get to, anyway?” Don pointed to the top of the hill where Leo stood with his sled, looking down at them with a wicked grin across his lips. Raph rolled his eyes. “Figures.”

The younger three charged to the top where Leo was waiting. “Took you all long enough.”

“Don messed with my sled.”

Don let out an exasperated sigh. “I didn’t touch your sled!”

“Him and Mikey were teamin’ up.”

“I see.” Leo looked from brother to brother with humour in his eyes. “A team up?”

Leo turned to Mikey with a look in his eyes that the youngest instantly recognized as mischievous. How rare was it that Leo actually wanted to do something fun!? He jumped at the chance without hesitation. “YES! Dudes, a team race to the bottom of the hill! Last ones down have to do all the chores for the rest of the week!”

Raph cocked an eye ridge. “Me an’ Leo against you two?”

Don nodded. “I’d agree to those terms.”

The two oldest exchanged a glance and a grin. “Alright. We accept your challenge.”

“Alright!” Mikey threw a victorious fist in the air. “Racers, to your posts!”

As the four gathered their sleds and walked to the edge of the hill, Casey took a seat next to Splinter and April on the bench nearby. “So, anyone takin’ bets?”

“Bets on who wins or bets on who will actually make it to the bottom?” April smiled when she saw Splinter hide a grin.

“On your marks, get set,” Mikey paused for dramatic effect, looking over at his siblings as they crouched with their sleds. “…GO!”

And they were off.

The two older siblings took an early lead. Raph turned enough to flash a cocky smirk at his younger brothers when he heard Mikey shout “NOW!” Suddenly Mikey was off his sled, grabbing the end of Donnie’s bo, who whipped it forward to send Mikey shooting down on the hill on his shell, passing the older two and knocking them both off their sleds.

Raph shook the snow from his head and glared. “MIKEY! That’s cheating!”

“Nu uh! Don said it’s physics!”

Raph glowered as Don chuckled on his way past his brothers.

“Looks like we’ve been had.” Leo commented dryly as he removed some snow from his shoulder. He glanced at the pile in his hand and turned to Raph with a playful glint in his eyes. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

Raph took one look at the snow and grinned devilishly. “Now you’re speakin’ my language, Fearless.”

Further down the hill, Mikey laughed when he saw both older siblings sitting in the snow. “Hey, Don! I think we’re actually going to win!”

“You sound surprised.”

“Not about us winning, I just expected more of a fight.”

“Well I wouldn’t put it past them to—“ Don barely caught sight of something sailing passed his face before he heard Mikey grunt and flip over onto his stomach, skidding to a stop several feet from the bottom of the hill. “Mikey!” Before he even had a chance to turn and find the source, another object hit the legs of his sled so hard, it was knocked out from under him, sending Don flopping to a stop next to his younger brother.

A victorious chuckle was heard from further up the hill as Leo and Raph high-fived.

“Hey! What’s the big idea!?” Mikey cried, huffing as he brushed snow from his shell.

Don also piped in once he cleared his face of a mouthful of powder. “This was a race, not a snowball fight! That’s cheat—“ Another snowball came flying down the hill, hitting him square in the face. He blinked through the ice with an unamused glare.

“Not cheating, Donnie.” Leo smirked. “Physics.”

Mikey couldn’t help an impish grin as he heft himself free from the rest of the snow. “Oh, so that’s how we’re gonna play it…” Glancing at Don, Mikey nodded, swiping up a handful of snow and shouting with glee. “IT’S WAR!”

And so it began.  

Don started by building a fort for himself and Mikey, as Leo scouted out the most strategic point on the hill for him and Raph to make their attack.

The sound of mischievous laughter wafted up the hill to where Splinter, April and Casey sat, watching the whole event with barely contained laughter.

“Looks like you were right, Babe.”

“I know my brothers.” April nodded.

“Well it ain’t like they’re the most unpredictable bunch a—“ A snowball to the face cut Casey off. He glared in the direction of the laughter.

“Whattya know, Case, that big bone-head of yours is good for somethin’!” Raph chuckled wickedly.

“Oh, that’s it. You’re askin’ for it, Raphie-boy. GOONGALA!” He shouted, charging toward his friend with several handfuls of snow.

“YEAH! Casey’s on our side!” Mikey cheered from down the hill.

“Doesn’t two against three seem a little un—“ Once again, Don’s objections were silenced by a snowball to his head. He looked up the hill with wide eyes. “April?”

“Just keeping things even, Don.” She shrugged, chucking another snowball in his direction.

“Alright! Now it’s a party!” Mikey could barely contain his excitement as he built an array of snowballs to throw at Leo, who was slowly making his way closer to the soon-to-be-dubbed ‘Fortius Maximus’ stronghold Don was building.

Splinter smiled from his bench, thoroughly enjoying the sight of his family frolicking frivolously in the snow. Such peaceful moments were few and far between, and with the mounting dangers that seemed to follow his boys around at every turn, it was a breath of fresh air to see them simply having fun together.

“Sensei, look—“

Splinter raised a paw to catch the snowball that had been coming for his head. The activity on the hill ceased as everyone froze, staring with wide eyes.

Splinter stood silently, his face completely blank.

“Sensei, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—“ Mikey was silenced by Don before he could do any more damage.

Splinter turned to his children. “If that is to be the way of it.” A grin split his lips, and before any of them could blink, they’d all been pegged by an incoming snowball.

“No way…” Raph gawked.

“Dudes, YES! Everyone against Sensei!”

“I believe the colloquial term for this situation would be,” Splinter took a combative stance, snowball in hand. “Bring it on.”

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Masterpost -- Next

Up to you who you think won in the end.

End of Line.

-TRAaP

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