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artificii-in-ceata · 1 year

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Fireworks in the Fog

Chapter 2

Christmas dinner

Laurențiu had prepared for this meeting for a long time, thinking and changing his mind about every detail. He eventually decided to wear a green sweater, not having anything more festive than that; he wanted neither to be dressed inappropriately for the occasion, nor did he wish to come in a shirt and tie, as if at work, as it was not a very formal occasion. He bought a chocolate for each of his hosts and headed off. He reached the indicated address, he went to the entrance of the apartment building and searched the number with his eyes: 11. He looked at the list by the intercom: Lazăr, apartment 44. He called and Tiberiu answered. He walked upstairs, the old building not having an elevator. Aside from the usual sights, potted plants and pictures hung on the walls of the hallway, he noticed that every door was decorated. On their floor, the railings had tinsel wrapped around them, and their door was framed by a row of colourful lights. He rang the doorbell.

"Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas to you, too! We're glad you came!" replied Tiberiu, taking the gift bag. "Come in! Make yourself comfortable!"

Laurențiu put his jacket on the hanger and took off his boots.

"Do you want me to bring you some house slippers?"

"There's no need, thanks!"

He immediately regretted that he refused, as he could feel how cold the floor was through his socks, but he was embarrassed to ask again. The entrance hallway had an opening into the kitchen, so he could see Mădălina and Teodora, her older sister, preparing the meals to be placed on the dinner table. He offered to help and carried the pots onto the table.

"You needn't have troubled yourself." said Teodora, trying to be polite. "You are our guest."

"I couldn't not help you! After all, the work is almost done."

Teodora thanked him and went to the living room to set the table with the last plates and cutlery. Mădălina opened the gift bag that Laurențiu brought and smiled playfully:

"How nice of you to bring me three chocolates!"

"Two of them are for your siblings" he smiled too.

"I like your sweater. Did you dress like that on purpose so we can match?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, confused. "You're wearing red."

"Exactly, we're both wearing the festive colours."

"I though I should be dressed for the occasion. Have you found anything else in that gift bag?"

She lifted the mug on which the following Mark Twain quote was written: "There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies and statistics". She couldn't help but smile.

"I love it! Thank you very much! Don't forget to check your jacket!"

He checked more closely and, indeed, he found a new metallic pin on his jacket, with the logo of a band the both liked on it. He thanked her and joined her to the living room, where they sat facing each other. One side of the table was facing the sofa, and the other had two chairs. Mădălina seated herself at the side with the chairs, so as to stay with her sister; thus Laurențiu and Tiberiu were sitting on the couch. As opposed to the others, Teodora said a short prayer before starting her meal. Beginning their first meal, they were all conversing naturally, Laurențiu integrating in the group much easier than he had expected.

"Why don't you tell us how you find working at this company?" Tiberiu said, friendly.

"Very good, how else?" Laurențiu replied as if he was expecting it to be a trick question. "What did me the most good was getting to know new people."

Mădălina glanced aside to her sister, as if insinuating something, then told the others:

"We didn't meet here to talk about work, isn't it?"

"Indeed, we came here as a family. By the way, we thank you for your help earlier".

"You're welcome. I was used to getting a lot of guests since I was little; I was trying to help my mom at least a little."

"Did you move to this city recently?"

"No, I've been here for about six years, actually, it's just that I changed my job. I like this city; there are many more opportunities here compared to the place I come from. Especially when it comes to programming, you can find work relatively easily."

"Where do you come from, then?"

"From Bukovina¹, but it's no use getting into details."

"So, you came here to study and stayed?"

Although he knew it was not intentional, Laurențiu was embarrassed by the question and didn't know how to avoid it politely. They continued eating the next meals and discussed on all sorts of topics during the next several hours. Mădălina had tried several times to speak only to Laurențiu, but she was seemingly interrupted each time. He, in his own right, enjoyed their company and wished to be friendly, but was, seemingly at every sentence, faced with an embarrassing detail which he would rather not share. Although he told Mădălina much more than he told the others, she didn't know yet about, for example, how isolated he had been before coming to this job, and for how long. He feared that this would completely change her opinion of him and make him seem like a weirdo. And even during that moment, although he was conversing naturally, he imagined that the others were judging him. At some point, they had to clear the table and he helped the girls again, by carrying the plates.

"Are you feeling alright?" asked Mădălina, worried. "You're pale."

"Pardon? Yeah, yeah, I'm fine... I think I could use a hot drink..."

"Do you want some mulled wine²?"

"Ah, no, I shouldn't; I'm driving. I was thinking of making myself a coffee."

She started washing the dishes, and he was preparing his coffee. After he was finished, he helped her with the chores.

"I'll let you know that I'm very glad you came!" she said.

"Me too, but I'm sorry we didn't get the time to sit and talk to each other. I'm obviously glad that I got to know your folks."

"You made a very good impression on them."

"I did? What a relief!"

"Did you except anything else?"

"For example, I almost gave away the fact that I didn't even go to college..."

"So what? Believe me, you're smarter than many classmates I had. Granted, I was in an economics college, I don't know what the deal with computer studies is, but you get what I'm saying. It's not a shameful thing, but rather impressive that you do your job even more efficiently than some with college degrees."

"Oh my³, thank you very much! This really warmed my heart" he said, giving her a warm look.

She could feel her heart beat harder. She hadn't expected her words to touch him, but she was very glad. As they were about to return to the living room, the situation already seemed more tense. Teodora was frowning at her brother. Mădălina already knew what to expect, and suddenly got angry, afraid that her evening was about to be ruined.

"I told you not to do this" Teodora whispered firmly to Tiberiu, to which he answered aloud:

"It's a special occasion, why are you ruining my fun?"

"It's Christmas, this is just not appropriate..."

Laurențiu looked at Mădălina, confused, as if trying to ask her what that was about, but she turned straight to her brother, staring at him threateningly, as if ready to strangle him.

"I believe you might want to know why you were invited here, Mr. Beniuc" continued Tiberiu. "The last time that Mădălina had a boyfriend, it didn't last long enough for him to get to Christmas, so, you see... it's a big deal!"

Mădălina was trying to snatch something out of his hands, and the others were trying to calm the situation.

"Even more, she was trying to hide from us the fact that she was seeing you! But what a Holiday surprise!"

"Why could it be that I was hiding it from you, you asshole?!! You got yourself hard liquors? Was it not enough that we allowed you to drink mulled wine, because "such is the tradition"?!!" she yelled at him after she managed to grab the bottle from his hand.

"Why are you bullying me?! The point was for us to have a party, wasn't it? And stop taking it so... personally" he was saying incoherently. "You do look good together... after all..."

"Never talk to me ever again, you creep! Teo!!!"

"Tibi, go to sleep, please!" Teodora said helplessly.

"It's barely eleven⁴..." he yawned.

"That's what you say when you have a party with the boys, not when you have the holidays with your sisters. You just found the best moment!" Mădălina said, grabbing his arm.

"Leave me alone..."

"Stop whining⁵!"

"Mădă, stop it, your voice is heard louder than his!"

"Alright, then, do we let him do whatever he wants?!! Does he not upset you at all?!"

"He obviously does" she said, tearing up. "But this doesn't work by force."

"Help me carry him away from here!" she turned to Laurențiu, who didn't know what to do and was overwhelmed by the situation.

The fight lasted some more time, until they realised that Tiberiu was already asleep. It was midnight. Teodora apologised profusely for the present situation, and Mădălina went with Laurențiu on the hallway of that floor, so as to bid each other goodbye. They went outside, in front of the building, heading towards where he parked his motorcycle.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help with anything. I didn't know what the context was, and I didn't want a bigger scandal to come about" he said.

"I apologise, I shouldn't have made you part of this... look, what a boss you have... so magnificent... A well reputed businessman, you see!" she said with biting irony, then she changed her tone again, into a regretful one. "I'm sorry you had to see all of this... But what is done, is done; we cannot turn back time."

"It's not your fault."

"I know... but I feel so... exposed..." she said, holding herself as if she were shivering.

He offered her his jacket.

"I'm not cold! And I don't need you to pity me!" she said firmly, then turned her back to him.

She crouched and started crying. What she feared the most has happened. If he wanted to make a fool out of her, why not pick another day?! After she calmed down a little, she noticed that Laurențiu was still beside her, and she felt like crying again just by seeing him.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked her, putting his hand on her shoulder.

"Yes. Thank you with all my heart that you stayed with me."

"Know that I was glad I came, after all."

"Me too. It's late for you, too. We'll see each other soon!"

"Goodnight, Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas!" she whispered as she felt a bitter tear fall down her cheek.

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Translation notes:

1. Bukovina is a historical region that covered modern day Northeastern Romania and South Ukraine. For Romania specifically, this has the connotation of being an extremely conservative region.

2. Mulled wine (in Romanian "vin fiert", literally boiled wine) is treated as a traditional Christmas drink in Romania

3. Oh my! ("Ioi"). A very specific interjection used primarily in Transylvania; likely a borrowing from Hungarian

4. Eleven: the form he used (unşpe) is the informal one (the formal being unsprezece)

5. Literally: whining like a cat

#fireworks in the fog #chapter 2 #draft 1

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emo-floof-child-writes · 2 years

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Day 023: Splinter.

Featuring Eddie Munson.

Steve Harrington mentioned.

1,231 words and dang, I'm actually proud of myself for this one. It was therapeutic in a way I couldn't explain to someone outside my mind.

“Maybe this won't be so bad.” He had said before, but looking at his house splintered from the inside out, only really visible inside the house though. Looking at the mess that crack in the ceiling that took that poor girl Chrissy and caused all this mess, he is struggling to agree with his past self. Where's Uncle Wayne? He didn't die, did he... He looks around for a sign of where he could be, panic building in him. He frowns upon realizing he can only really reach half of the trailer, so he turns and leaves, rubbing his arms. Can't run away, can't go home. My uncle is gone, and I have no place I feel safe to go to. Where else can I go? He asks himself, the urge to pull out another cigarette gnawing at his insides like a termite on a wooden frame.

He listens as the crickets chirp their song, the constant repeating sounds pulling Eddie into further his spiral. It makes his world spin, as he becomes aware of the time passing with every chirp. He falls to his knees, grabbing his ears to try and block out the noise from the tiny, but unfortunately at this time of night, very loud insects. But the more he tries to shut them out, the louder they seem to get. He feels his heartbeat in his chest, another reminder that time is flowing. Time is both moving too fast, and inching along too slowly. He opens his mouth to scream, wanting to let out his anxieties in one fell swoop, but he knows that that would just lead to angry neighbors yelling at him to shut up. The last thing I need is more angry neighbors.

He looks back at the house, and sighs. I have to face it sometime. He marches back inside, and walks past the crack that snakes its merry way across his trailer's ceiling. He manages to get to his room, and on the floor is a yellow sweater. Steve's sweater. He wasn't quite sure how it got into his room, but there it was. On his bed like it was a pedestal of honor. He scoffs at the thought, but despite the absurdity of it, he gains a sense of calm. I should probably return that to him. He smiles. The shirt gave him a reason to leave this place. He has my denim vest too, so maybe we could do a swap. Granted, he didn't know exactly where Steve lived, just that he was up Loch Nora in the rich boy neighborhood. But that didn't really matter to Eddie. I can face this another day. Right now I can excuse my way out of dealing with this demon. He swipes the shirt off the bed, and walks out the door. I guess it's off to see the ex- jock. He nods to himself, before jogging out the door.

He nods as he makes his way down the dirt path. This is a good plan. Because maybe he knows where Wayne is. Hopper said he was worried about me, which I guess means he's alive... But where would he be if not at home? He sighs, trudging his way through the woods Hopper literally just drove past to get him back to that trailer park. It's for the best. He decides to tell himself. A lie, perhaps, but it was the only keeping him sane right at this moment. After all, if you keep a goal in mind, you can hone in on it exclusively and never have to think about the potential issues and side effects the goal may have on you. He shivers as a late night wind gust blows past him, but he pushes forward. Just need to get to Steve's house. Once I'm there, I'll form a better plan. He squints in the light from the street lamp to find he was actually a lot closer to Loch Nora than he had first believed.

Let's hope no rich, old geezers see me trampling about in their neighborhood. That would be bad. He turns the corner, dragging his feet and pulling his jacket against the wind hitting him sideways in the cold and dark forest. After what he was sure was hours of walking, he spies the sign that indicates one of the entrances to Loch Nora. He smiles. I've made it this far. I can push forward if it means I get somewhere. As he enters and there are fewer trees, he realizes the sun is tearing its face over the east side, bringing light to a new day. Well, that's a little too symbolic and on the nose for an individual such as myself, but worth noting, I suppose. He steps up onto the sidewalk, relieved to have solid ground to stand on after hours of mushy dirt and clumps of long grass rubbing against his ankles. He walks around, watching a couple of cars leaving for work.

They must think I'm some crazed psycho, breathing heavily, holding a yellow sweater and waltzing around a neighborhood much too fancy for the likes of me. He thinks, as he stops in front of one of the houses on this cul-de-sac. In the driveway, a familiar maroon bmw sits and he drops to his knees. He feels his legs, especially his knees, complain at the fall due to the concrete beneath them, but he doesn't care. He made it here. He found his way here. He bites his lip. Steve might have work soon. Maybe he's awake, but do I want to disturb him? What if he's still asleep? He sighs. Now that he was in sight of his goal, he could work out the details. Just like I planned it. He stands, checking his knees for scrapes as they still feel a little sore. Once he was satisfied with the fact that he hadn't skinned his knees, he looked back at the house.

The only way to know if Steve was awake and/or on his way to going to work, was to check for himself. He swallows, gathering his courage. Okay, the goal was to get to Steve's house. Now? To knock on Steve's door. Don't think, just do. Details come after. We push forward because we can't go backwards now. He nods, having sufficiently motivated himself, and he marches across the street, looking both ways, of course, before walking up the long driveway to Steve's door. He steps one foot onto the porch, and pauses. He looks back across the street, and grits his teeth. I've made it too far to run away now. Time to face something, even if it may not be the thing I'm supposed to be facing right now. Better this than nothing at all. He walks up to the double doors with the fancy knocker, (which he scoffs at), before lifting his hand to knock. He takes a deep breath in, and gives the door a quick, but firm rap on the door. He steps back, waiting for the door to open. This is the last chance to ditch this plan. He realizes. Once Steve opens that door, he is stuck with it. He plants his feet. Screw running, I'm tired of it. Time to stand just a little bit stronger. Time to face the world I tried to run from.

#writember2022 #day 023 #September 23rd #writing #fanfic #chronologically this is after 013 and takes place simultaneously with 020 #(Yes there is a loose order if you were curious lmao)#also i may have projected my time anxiety onto Eddie shh

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realboutfatalfury · 4 years

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@leafeonb woohoo merry and beau :3€

#doodles #ac #merry #merry ac #beau #beau ac #animal crossing #i didn't know if i wanted merry to have a shirt or sweater so i did both #beau is gay i think :)#oh and beau has an undercut i just didn't draw it....#i didn't know merry had a double chin that's cute!!!

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nightingaelic · 2 years

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I was wondering if you could do a slight holiday react...? Like how they'd react to the Courier making them their own ugly holiday sweater?

But either way, happy holidays! 💛

I like this one 💙💛 merry everything, fallout fanscape

It was around October when the courier, who had just stepped out to go visit the Tops, paused in front of the casino's flashing façade and frowned up at it. It wasn't any more than that, just a moment that passed as quickly as it came, but afterwards they looked at their companion with a different sort of gaze. It was a tad more calculated than usual, or perhaps more calculating. They started hiding themselves in the various corners of the Lucky 38, accepting mysterious parcels through Jacobstown trade caravans and spiriting the contents away before their companion could get a good look at them. As November ticked over to December their absence from the outside world increased, until the Securitrons began decorating the Strip for Christmas and they emerged from their latest hidey-hole with a lumpy package wrapped in brown paper and string. "For you," they said presenting the gift to their companion.

The paper fell away easily, revealing a hand-knit sweater. The courier smiled with pride. "This took way too long, and for the record, I'm not doing it again, but... I made it myself."

Arcade Gannon: Arcade held the sweater up. He couldn't help chuckling at the words the courier had plastered across the chest. "'Deck the Halls with Berry Mentats'?"

"Mm-hmm!" The courier pointed out the various bunches of holly and pill containers that bordered the text. "I don't know what kind of berries those are, but they're all over pre-war Christmas decorations, so I added some Mentats tins to make sure the point came across. Of course, it's probably not even the same kind of berry in the pills, either, but it's not supposed to be serious."

Arcade rubbed the fabric between his fingers. Like most post-war knits, it was a little rough, but the courier must have gone to a lot of trouble to soften the wool somehow because it was pliable in a way that a lot of his clothes weren't. He took off his lab coat and pulled it on over his sleeved shirt. It fit him perfectly.

"I love it," he said softly, answering the question the courier's eyes were clearly asking. "It's just... the Mojave is a little warm for sweaters. During the day."

"I know." The courier was beaming. "But we're not going anywhere during the holidays, and I know you get cold in the casinos' air conditioning."

"Oh, I'm wearing this out?" Arcade looked down and smoothed out the sweater over his chest. "I'll make everyone at the Gourmand jealous."

In response, the courier whipped off their coat to reveal the matching sweater they were wearing. "We both will!"

Craig Boone: Boone tilted his sunglasses down to take in the garment. It was a red-and-white affair, patterned in big, chunky stripes with a perfect recreation of the NCR flag across the chest. "'Bear-y Christmas, New California Republic'," he read, unable to contain his mild amusement. "If I wear this into Freeside, it'll be a declaration of war."

The courier laughed. "Okay, I'll confess. I didn't think you would actually wear it. I figured you'd put it on, take a picture for my sake, then hide it in a cupboard upstairs and never speak of it again."

In response, Boone took his beret and sunglasses off and pulled the sweater on. "Take a picture," he advised them. "And then we're burning this."

"No we are not." The courier tugged it down over his hips a bit to straighten the design out. "It took me two months to make this, it cost me way too many caps... if you don't want it, I'll wear it."

"I wouldn't actually burn it, Six," Boone murmured. "Nobody... this is..."

He cleared his throat. "You did a pretty good job."

Lily Bowen: Lily held the enormous pullover up to the Lucky 38's main floor lights. It was a lovely blue color, with white snowflakes patterned across it and playfully bordering the message on the front. Lily teared up as she read it. "'Nothing Scares Me, I'm a Grandma'. Oh, pumpkin, you did such a good job."

"Do you think?" The courier tugged at the sleeves a bit. "I upped the yarn weight a bit to accommodate you, plus Marcus said it was the most common size other super mutants use to knit things for themselves. I also borrowed your needles, I hope you don't mind. They just seemed more suited to the task. It's going to be a little roomy, I'm sure, but it'll probably shrink a bit the first time we wash it, so I wouldn't worry too much about-"

"It's perfect, dearie." Lily turned it around to check the seams. "Stay right there."

She disappeared for a moment into the next room, and when she emerged she was wearing the sweater and a grin the size of the Hoover Dam. "Perfect," she repeated, tugging the sleeves up around her big wrists.

Now it was the courier's turn to tear up. "Thanks, Grandma."

Raul Alfonso Tejada: Raul burst out laughing as he held the red sweater up. "'Feliz Navidad, Wey'? That's the best you could come up with, Six?"

The courier rolled their eyes. "Out of all my friends, you're the only one who's been around since before the Great War. I didn't want to slap something on there that wasn't true to the holiday as it used to be. You'd never let me live it down."

"True," Raul admitted, turning the sweater this way and that to admire it. "What is this, bighorner wool? You must've shelled out a pretty cap for that, boss, the only wooly ones I've seen live way up north of California. And los cascabeles are a nice touch."

"Thanks. Tracking those down was harder than the wool." The courier grabbed the bottom of the sweater and shook it to make the bells jingle. "Now I'll know where you are at all times, if we get separated during a scuffle."

Raul snorted. "Wouldn't that be a sight. No, Six, I wouldn't risk your handiwork."

He pulled the sweater on and grinned. "Encaja como un guante."

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: Cass shrieked with delight when she read the front of the sweater. "'Ho Ho Hold My Drink!' Six, it's perfect!"

Before they could thank her, she tossed her hat and various accessories aside and pulled it on. It was a little tight across the chest, but Cass didn't mind: It showed off the yellow lettering a bit better and reminded her that she'd been eating well, since she'd taken up with the Strip's proprietor. She clapped her hands together. "We have to take this out for a spin."

"A spin?"

"Sure." Cass threw an arm around the courier's shoulder. "A sweater like this deserves a story to go with it. Besides, anyone who tries to mess with a gal wearing something like this is just asking for a drunken brawl. What do you say, Gomorrah? I hear they just added Christmas cookies to their buffet."

The courier laughed. "You're sure you want to eat cookies from Gomorrah's kitchens?"

"Hey, the ladies and gents of the Gomorrah Hotel and Casino have many, many talents, Six. Don't knock their baking."

Veronica Santangelo: Veronica gasped in delight, touching each of the faux poinsettia rosettes that dotted the sweater's front and framed the white words against the green background. "'This IS My Fancy Dress.' Six!"

"I know, I know it's not a real dress, but it's the best I could do for now," the courier admitted. "And it's not like the Gourmand won't let us in anymore, seeing as it's me..."

Veronica thumped against them in an earnest hug before they could finish. "Six, I love it. You made this? Where did you get the materials, the time, I just... it's amazing!"

"Aww." The courier blushed. "Thanks. It took a while to figure out the whole knitting thing, but... I'm just glad I got it done in time."

"Here, hold this." Veronica shucked off her robe and handed it over, revealing a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans underneath. The sweater went on easily over the top, and she smoothed it out affectionately. "Ugh, I'm so pleased. I'm going to be the envy of the bunker. No one down there's this good at knitting anymore, everyone's going to want one."

ED-E: ED-E examined the sweater curiously. It was small, like a dog sweater, but a little more round and with buttons running all the way up the front, plus a strange cylindrical part that stood out with some loose, black yarn attached. It held in place while the courier buttoned the red fabric over the eyebot's frame, then straightened out the cylinder so it stood up with the black yarn.

"There," they said, stepping back with a satisfied look on their face. "You're a holiday ornament, ED-E. Put on some lights for me?"

ED-E turned on every indicator light it had at once and began to play Bing Crosby's "White Christmas" through its speakers. The courier looked beyond happy. "Thanks, buddy. Merry Christmas to you, too."

Rex: Rex sniffed the woolen gift over. It was green, with white zig-zags across it and little colored circles up and down its length. He stood still and panted while the courier pulled it onto him, putting each front leg through its holes with care. When they were finished, they topped him off with a green, knit hat topped with a yellow felt star.

"Merry Christmas, Rex," they said with a grin. "Come on. We've got to show you to the King."

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #happy holidays y'all #fnv companions #fallout new vegas companions #fallout new vegas companions react #fnv companions react

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pxheart · 3 years

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A @damijonsecretsanta for @queerbutstillhere I hope you like it!

I don’t know what befell your original secret santa but I had lots of fun filling in for them :)))

A bit late to wish you a merry xmas, so have a happy new year and a fantastic 2021! (surely better than 2020 at least 😩💕)

Here is a little 1k fic to accompany the fanart ;)

Winter bliss

The snow was beating down on Metropolis in a way that made Jon fear it might be caused by the supernatural.

Not HIS problem however. He was done with super-heroing. Having to study for university finals, working at the coffee shop AND having such a boyfriend as Damian Wayne was more than enough work.

And what a nice torture it was...

...the last part, at the very least. Finals were torture and no one could convince him otherwise. Working at the coffee shop was fine. Except on rush hour. That was hell.

Sighing, he ran inside their complex, shaking out snow from his hair before getting inside. He knew that if he were to wet the floors, his adorable boyfriend would chew him out, and that was a scary thought. He might not go out every night to beat criminals anymore, but he could still kick ass. Especially HIS ass.

Upon entering, he was greeted by a soft crackly music coming out from Damian’s -stolen form Wayne manor- vintage turntable. Sinatra was gently singing ‘Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away…”.

A nice spicy smell hung in the air, and when he reached their living room he found out why. A steaming cup of warm chai tea latte was waiting for him. Damian had a super secret amazing recipe he refused to share. It could either come from Alfred, or be some kind of adaption of a magic murder potion from the league of assassins, one never knew with Damian. Either way, it was delicious.

He sipped from it thankfully, and raised his eyes to find...LEGS.

Long, slender, beautiful legs raised in the air, twisting into a graceful bowed position. He followed their curve, to find…

He blushed. They had been dating for six months now, and sometimes he still couldn’t believe his luck. Damian was, simply putting it, gorgeous. People kept saying that the robin with the best butt was the first one, but that’s only because they had never got a chance to take a good look at Damian’s.

Not that Jon wanted them to. Damian was his. And so was his ass, thank you very much.

He gulped down his latte a bit more forcefully than was usually advised, and Damian bended his back even more, coming to touch the ground in front of his head in a perfectly executed ‘Urdhva Dhanurasana’, if Jon's memory of every time Damian had tried -and failed- to teach him anything about yoga was serving him right.

All the while, since this apparently was not hard enough, three puffballs were zigzagging through his arms and feet. One of them, an orange tabby kitten -that Jon had lovingly named 'Red the hot chili pepper menace'- even started to climb up Damian's yoga pant leg and Jon winced, knowing fully well his darling's skin was not as impervious as his to the tiny but sharp kitten claws.

Damian, for his part, looked up at Jon, smiled, engaged his core strength and pulled himself up to a standing position, scooped up the cat, turned and…

"Hello, beloved. Had a nice day at school?" He asked, nonchalantly.

Jon wanted to scowl and say that "no, my day was actually terrible and I want to cry" but he found, as always, that he was unable to do anything but smile back like a love struck idiot when confronted by the image of Damian Wayne, ex fearless Robin, wearing a plush knitted sweater while kissing the head of a fluffy purring kitten.

"It's getting nicer by the second" he said softly, leaning down to gently kiss the other.

Damian snaked one arm around his neck, inside his jacket, and then his shirt, his warm hand softly scratching between his shoulder blades and sending shocks of pleasure down his neck. Jon took it as an invitation to get closer, deepen the kiss and he licked the taste of jasmine tea off Damian's lips…

...until a sharp meow of protest didn't break the moment, and Damian let out a yelp of pain.

Apparently Red the hot chili pepper kitty had not particularly enjoyed being squished between his two foster dads, and had protested loudly while he sank his sharp teeth to make the message clear.

"Well. Get out of this wet jacket, beloved. You look like you need some cuddles" he said with a smirk, passing him the kitten and sliding the jacket off his shoulders for him.

Jon felt his heart swell three times its size, and not for the first time he marveled at the softness Damian let himself show now. Once upon a time he used to keep it well hidden. He tried to be the perfect warrior, the emotionless killing machine his mother had bred him to be. Now that he had left that chapter behind, he had bloomed into the caring, kind sweet and funny person Jon had always known him to be and Jon… he didn't think he could ever get tired of basking in it.

He let himself be manhandled on the plush carpet by the sofa, in front of the tv, and melted back against Damian's embrace as he sat right behind him, wrapping his legs around his shoulders and hugging him tight like a cute warm snuggle monkey. They stayed like that for a while, as silent as the snow falling outside their window. Jon closed his eyes and breathed in Damian's familiar homy scent, and felt the screams of the world that were constantly attacking his senses fade into blessed silence.

"So" Damian muttered by his ear "how actually was your day?"

Jon sighed "Hellish. But I wasn't lying, babe. Just being here with you I'm feeling blesses"

"Sap" Damian answered fondly.

He grabbed Jon's face and tilted it back to kiss his forehead, his nose, both his apple cheeks and then, finally, he pressed his lips against his.

Jon hummed happily, parted his lips to let Damian's tongue steal his breath away.

If Red the hot chili pepper tried to stop them again, scaling Jon's pant leg and furiously scratching at his knee, no one paid him any notice.

He might not be a superhero anymore, but being an invulnerable half alien superman still had its advantages….

#damijon #jondami #supersons #Superboy #Damian Wayne #myart #myfanfic #damijon secret santa

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Egoshipmas day 25: christmas dinner

Pairing: Jackie/Henrik (dochero)

"— Do you think your family will like me?"

Word Counting: 616

A/N: this is placed after day 18!

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— Jackie — Henrik walked back into the bedroom, looking for something to put in his bag — are the kids ready?

— Yeah, they're waiting in the living room — Jackie was finishing his perfume, watching in the mirror as his boyfriend found what he wanted and stuffed it in his bag — hey, Henny…

— Yea?

— Do you think your family will like me?

— Jackie — he smiled, moving closer to him — of course they will, they'll love you!

— But I've only met them via skype a few times, and… — He swallowed hard — your dad scares me.

— Meine Geliebte, you don't have to worry so much — he straightened the collar of the hero's dress shirt, giving him a peck — who do you think I got this angry look from, huh? My dad is lovely, you'll see.

— What about your sisters?

— Yeah, I'll have to keep an eye on you so they don't do anything. If I get distracted, they might want to steal you away from me — Jackie closed his eyes, chuckling. Henrik cupped his face, kissing him on the nose — now let's go, Luis must be…

— I'M HUNGRY — the little boy yelled from the living room.

— …hungry.

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— Mayla! — Henrik opened his arms as he watched his sister open the door. The woman also opened her arms, but with a confused expression, making the doctor laugh — Henrik…

— Henrik! — They hugged — sorry, I'm still getting used to calling you that...

— I know, I know — he released her — kids, say hi to Aunt May!

— Hi Aunt.

— Hi aunt, merry christmas!

— Hey kids, you're big, huh? Come on, let's go in, papa wants to see you — the family walked in and Mayla locked the garage door — especially your boyfriend, Hen.

"Oh my goodness…" Jackie thought, holding the doctor's hand and walking into the house with him. They walked along the corridor until they reached the backyard.

— Papa!

— My son, finally! — Mr. Schneeplestein got up from his chair and hugged his son — we just needed you to start the Christmas dinner...

— Yeah, because papa wouldn't let anyone eat before the prince arrived.

— Shut up, Leoni.

— Hi Grandpa.

— Hi Grandpa! Merry Christmas!

— Hello my children, merry Christmas — he kissed each one's forehead, straightening up again to face Jackie — now you…Jackie, right?

— Yes sir — he replied, trying his best to disguise his trembling voice.

— Come here boy, I have something for you.

They entered the house again, and Karl searched one of the kitchen cupboards for something, muttering complaints the hero hadn't yet learned; he finally found it, standing up and handing him a dark red sweater with green details.

— Family tradition — he crossed his arms, watching his son-in-law open his clothes and see his name written — it's not as good as my wife's, but I tried.

— It's for me?

— Of course! It has your name written! — He chuckled, patting him on the back — You're part of the family, boy. But if you break up with Henrik, give me back the sweater! And…

— Papa, will you come here please?

Karl walked away to help one of his daughters while Jackie continued to stare at his sweater and grin. Henrik approached, smiling.

— Henny, look!

— Didn't I say they like you? — he cupped his face, kissing his cheek — later you can drool over your new sweater, now we have to help set the Christmas dinner table.

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yeah :]

tagging: @the-pastel-kitsune @dapperstein @glass-trash-bab @unpredictably-ghostly

#i'm writing!!#jackie #henrik #dochero my beloved #egoshipmas2021 #dochero #herodoc #henrik von schneeplestein #jackieboy man #ego shipping #egoshipping

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aries-rising-on-an-aquarius-tide · 3 years

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Evocations: X (B)

Alex turned back from the tree to find Liv stifling a giggle. She put her hands on her hips. "What?" she asked softly.

" 'Jana of the Jungle'? Really, Alex?"

"She looked like me! I was just . . . seeking a strong role model," Alexandra replied defensively.

Olivia eyed the decoration of the buxom blonde that her girlfriend had just hooked to a branch as Alex dropped unceremoniously atop the brunette on the sofa.

"Are you sure you weren't just seeking her big boobs?" Liv teased, raising an eyebrow.

Alex smacked Liv's shoulder. "Shut up," she muttered, rolling her eyes. She looked into Liv's dark gaze. "So, you handled my parents like a pro."

"You think so?" Olivia ran her fingers through Alex's hair.

Darcie and Alexander were sleeping soundly in the spare room, after drinking their fill and talking to the girls for several hours. Alex and her namesake father had talked politics and law, while Darcie had pulled out the old ornaments she'd brought along, telling Olivia stories of Alexandra as a child. After that, her mother had whipped out a photo album that she had packed, and charmed Liv with baby photos.

"Her nickname was Sky High, you know," Darcie laughed, "she was always tall, that one - and bossy!? My word, yes!"

"Noo," Olivia smirked, sneaking a glance at Alex who stuck out her tongue, "I can't picture that," she teased.

Liv wrapped her arms around Alex tightly. "Your parents are . . . really lovely," she told her, her voice hitching slightly.

"Hey," Alex whispered, "hey. Don't do that. I'm sorry."

"It sounds ridiculous, but - I'm jealous, is all. It's impossible not to wonder sometimes, what it would have been like, if I had grown up with a real family."

Alex kissed the brunette's quivering lips gently. "I'm your family now," she told her, "and my parents are, too."

"Thank you."

They kissed again, slower this time, deeper, as their bodies relaxed into each other. Alex slid her hand beneath Olivia's sweater, sliding over the soft cup of her bra.

"Your parents are in the spare room," Liv reminded her, putting a hand over the blonde's roaming one.

"Then I guess you'll have to be quiet for once," Alexandra smirked, her eyes sparkling with the light from the tree.

"Oh, me? I'll have to be quiet?"

She smothered the blonde's chuckle with another kiss and let her move both hands under her sweater this time, fingernails scratching over where the cups covered nipples before she shoved the sweater up and pulled the cups down. Her mouth was warm on Olivia's breasts, kissing and caressing softly before her tongue curled around a nipple and pulled it in.

Liv kept her breathing even, licking her lips and closing her eyes, focused on the sensation, and on staying quiet. Alex kissed her way up Liv's neck, stifling a giggle as her bra was unhooked beneath her own shirt, giving the brunette access to her pliant breasts.

Between Alexandra's legs, Olivia raised a knee and pressed into the spot she knew wouldn't produce a giggle. She was rewarded with a bite of Alex's lip as her eyes rolled with pleasure. In retaliation, the blonde kissed her way across Liv's stomach as she slid a hand into her pants, fingers slipping easily into the dewy-wet cleft of her pussy.

Olivia bucked, forcing herself not to moan aloud as Alex's fingers stroked up and down, over and over, teasing the swollen clit mercilessly. The look of pure triumph on her face just drove the dark-haired woman even higher with want, staring at the possession in Alex's bright eyes.

As her thumb swiped hard half-circles back and forth over Liv's throbbing clit, Alex dropped her lips close to her lover's ear and breathed, "Mine."

Olivia choked on a whimper, nodding jerkily. Alex stroked low again, this time slipping two fingers inside. Immediately, Liv ground her hips down against the penetration, her breathing shortening.

"Don't make too much noise," the blonde reminded her, "I wouldn't want to have pull out of your tight . . . sweet . . . pussy."

Eyes rolling back, Olivia shivered with the effort of not groaning at the words leaving the sophisticated blonde's mouth. After the tension of the previous couple days, it didn't take much more for Alexandra to have the brunette coming unraveled below her.

Liv took a deep breath and growled, "C'mere," pulling Alex down hard against her.

"Hurry," she laughed into Liv's ear, "You know how excited mom and dad are for tomorrow . . . "

. .

Christmas Eve dawned frosty but clear, finding Darcie and Alexander having the time of their lives.

"Look at them all!" Darcie exclaimed over the steam escaping from her hot chocolate. She was gazing at the skaters on the Rockefeller rink a level below them. "Isn't it lovely, Al?!"

"Oh, I'd still take a frozen pond I think," he replied, winking at Olivia.

"Go on, dear, you were saying about your mother?" Darcie went on, ignoring her hubby.

"Uh, yeah - she was an English professor. She taught here at Hudson, in the 60s," Liv provided.

"I'm so sorry to hear that you lost her. It must have been a terrible accident," Darcie frowned. "Serena. What a lovely name. You could use it for a little girl," she mused, "you know . . . someday, with the pitter-patter of little - "

"Mom!" Alex cut in severely.

" - feet. What?!" she blinked at her daughter as Olivia blushed with pleasure.

"Let's get some pictures by the tree," Alexander suggested. "That's why you wanted to come, afterall, Darcie."

Alex grabbed Liv's hand as they headed for a decent spot to take pictures. When they had decided, Alexander swung his arms open wide and beamed.

"Send over my girls!" he called, and something turned over in the cracked parts of Olivia's heart. He curled Alex into one arm and Liv into the other. "Okay, say 'Rockefeller!'" he told them.

Olivia didn't need to, because all she could do was smile.

. .

The girls weren't sure who was more excited for Christmas morning - them, or Alex's parents. If the First Ones Up rule meant anything, then the parents won, because they had roused the two girls from bed at 8am, the apartment already smelling like a pot of fresh coffee.

Olivia had never had a Christmas morning like that morning. She had often put in to work through the holidays, as she had grown up without them meaning much. That year, it felt like she had woken up in a Hallmark ad, with Darcie and Al bustling about, filling the apartment with laughter and things only parents say.

They gifted Olivia some picture frames, a beautiful scarf, a bottle of fine red wine and a few other small things. Everything was appropriately fawned over, and when things began to wind down, Alexander began talking about making pancakes.

A knock came at the apartment door. Voices fell silent, looking at one another curiously, until Liv bumped Alex's shoulder with her own and said, "I think it's for you."

The blonde shot her a look and got up. She swung open the door and saw . . . nothing. Nobody stood on the other side. Alex looked up the hall then down, but no one was there.

Then, from below her, there was a tiny noise. She looked down to find a puppy, wearing a collar tied with a red bow, and trailing a leash as it began sniffing her bare toes. She crouched down and lifted the dog into her arms, then turned back to the living room.

"Oh my word!" Darcie gasped as Alex came around the corner.

There were shiny tears of joy in the tall blonde's eyes. "Olivia," she said emotionally.

"Merry Christmas, Counselor," Liv smiled softly.

"What's his name? His? Her?" Alex sniffed and smiled. She set the puppy down, which immediately toddled in her father's direction.

"A red Havanese," Al commented, "nice choice." He scratched the dog's head.

"Not quite the little feet I had in mind," Darcie said, then looked up and caught Liv's gaze, "but sweet, all the same." She smiled.

"Her name is up to you, buut," Liv answered Alex, "I think we should call her Sky High." She caught the surprised, pleased look that filled Darcie's face. "Sky, for short."

Sky lifted a tiny leg and peed beneath the Christmas tree. They all laughed.

Darcie raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure her name isn't Piddles?"

"Time for pancakes!" Al said, pushing himself up out of an armchair.

Alex scooped up the puppy, still laughing and Olivia looked around at it all and thought:

So this is family.

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vampire03 · 3 years

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Diabolik Christmas

Everyone x reader Christmas special

"Hnnn...mmm..." Y/N woke up feeling something heavy on top of her. She opened her eyes and tried to move. She saw blond locks in front of her. Shu.

"G'morning, troublesome creature." He mumbled sleepily.

"Good morning, Shu." Y/N smiles.

Shu rolled to her side and without opening his eyes says "There is a gift here in your room. Find it yourself, it's too bothersome to show you where it is...". Then he fell asleep again.

Y/N sighed and chuckled at his usual behavior. She looked around her room and under her bed she found a tiny yellow giftbox with a neat blue ribbon on top. Y/N opened it and inside there was a silver collar with musical notes engraved on it in beautiful shapes.

(Something like this, I couldn't find a better image, Im sowwyyy TwT)

"Thank you, Shu!" Y/N said as she coverd him with an electric blanket. That was his Christmas present from her. He smiled and snuggled even more in it without opening his eyes.

Then she exited the room and started walking to the kitchen. There surely will be some leftovers on the table, right?

On the way two arms snaked around her body from behind and a familiar flirty voice was heard.

"Bitch-chaaaaaan~ Merry Christmas!"

"Laito!" Y/N chuckled and leaned into his embrace.

"Look what I got you!" He happily squealed as he spayed something on her neck.

"Kyaaaah!" She welped in surprise. Then se smelled... perfume? A really nice perfume with vanilla and something else, that made the aroma sweet and sexy at the same time.

"Nfu. Use it wisely!" He chuckled and pecked her cheek, dissapearing as fast as he appeared. She will give him the fancy watch she got him later, it seemed.

Y/N blushed and smiled, putting the perfume in her pocked as she finally reached the kitchen. There a pile of deleicious food awaited her, a certain black-haired vampire with glasses was turning the leftovers from Christmas Eve into masterpieces.

"Good morning, Reiji, and Merry Christmas!" Y/N happily greated.

"Aaah, good morning, Y/N! And Merry Christmas. He smiled as he gestured towards to table, inviting her to sit.

She sat down and in front of her were served delicious dishes - steak with vegetables, fruits with whipped cream, baked apples and candies. Her eyes filled with joy.

"Ah! I almost forgot!" Y/N handed Reiji a blue giftbox with silver-red ribbon. His facial expression became somewhat happy and excited in a really childish way. Inside the box was a... blue baggy sweather?

"You are always dressed up in a formal manner... Why don't you wear more comfy clothes once in a while?" Y/N happily said as she looked at him. He had already put on the sweater and looked so cute. They both smiled.

"But where are my manners?" He asked himself as he gave her a tiny black box. She opened it and inside was a silver ring with a big sapphire on top.

"It's so beautiful!" She said as she put it on.

"I'm glad." Reiji smiled and handed her a cup of tea. Y/N thanked him and took a sip. When she looked around again, Reiji was nowhere to be seen.

"Hm? They dissapear and appear so fast!"

She looked around the kitchen for more leftovers to eat and saw a bunny plushie and a note attached to it. "This is Lilly. Me and Teddy decided she will enjoy being your friend." Was written by a certain purple haired vampire. Awww. She has prepared new clothes for Teddy and a fancy, somehow lolita coat for Kanato. She will have to give them to him later.

She then turned towards the exit to walk away and saw a note on the table.

"Oi, Chichinashi. Me and this Kino guy decided to have fun with you. We won't give you you presents so easily - you gotta find them!"

Yup. That's in Ayato's style. And the handwritting was so messy. There was no mistake. Y/N took the note and searched around for something left from Ayato and/or Kino. Almost half an hour later, she decided to search in the pool area. And she found another note on a bench.

"Did you think that we will give you the present so easily, Princess?" You will have to earn it! And swim all the way to the bottom of the pool to get it, hahaha!"

That handwritting was also messy, but still neater than Ayato's. Kino. Of course when these two pranksters somehow find a way to work together, it will be something like this. Good thing that she knew how to swim. She dived in and found a tiny black box on the bottom of the pool. She took it and got out of the water.

She opened it with excitement, only to find another note.

"Hahahaha, you fell for it!" Was written in Ayato's handwritting. "That was just a warm-up, the real present is on the bottom of the lake!" Was written in Kino's handwriting. These two jerks! Urgh!!!

Anyway, Y/N stretched up nicely and prepared herself. She went to the lake and dived into the cold water.

After a few unsuccessful tries she finaly found two red boxes with black ribbons and took them.

Once on land she opened the forst box.

"Ha! I knew you will open Ore-sama's present first! Now you can enjoy my scent whenever you go!" Was written on a card.

In the box there was one of Ayato's old shirts he used for basketball tranings. It was neatly washed, and folded. Heh, guess someone had aked Reiji for help. Was that present a sign of his ownership over her? Knowing Ayato, probably it was. And there were these nice sporty shoes too. They were really comfy and nice! She will play basketball with him after that. She smiled.

Then she opened Kino's present - inside there was a brand new iPhone.

"Now you can download that multiplayer game I told you about and we can play it together, right, princess?" Was written on a tiny card. That looked expensive. But more importantly, it was so sweet too! She will now spend more time with him as well.

Y/N decided she will give them their presents later at dinner - for Ayato a pair of jeans with one of its legs originaly shorter. Just in Ayato's style. And for Kino - a waterproof mini camera. He would love making unique photoshoots with it! She smiled yet again and went to take a shower, so she won't catch a cold after that.

After the shower she went to her room. She found a silver beautiful bracelet with the infinity sign and a tiny note, written in a messy manner.

"Merry Christmas! I wish you health and luck and whatever you mortals wish each other." Aaah, Subaru. Always Tsundere. She had already left his gift in his room. It was only a matter of time for him to find it. A very fluffy white pillow for him to hug in his sleep. She knew he secretly needed to hug something in his sleep.

She looked around her room again. And her gaze landed on her desk. There she found a weird heart? It was made of wires?

"Dear Eve. This is a part of the gift from the Mukami brothers to you. The other parts are in the music room, the garden and the torture chamber. Please seek Yuma for help if you have troubles assembling it. We want you to enjoy finding your gift and constructing it." Was written on a note with neat letters by Ruki, apparently.

Y/N searched all the places she was told and thankfully the Mukamis didn't prank her like Ayato and Kino did. She found 3 other hearts like this, a frame and some more wires.

Somehow she assembled it all on her own and got this:

(Imaginge that instead of "Be mine" is written "Be ours")

It was a night lamp! A very creative one! Now her nights won't be completely dark. She put it on the nightstand and enjoyed its light some more before turning it off again and going to each of the Mukami's rooms to leave them her presents - a professional kitchen knife set for Ruki, fancy jewelry for Kou, this giant encyclopedia about gardening Yuma wanted so much and an ukulele for Azusa.

And as she walked away from Azusa's room, she was suddenly hopped on the back of a certain wolf. "Nii-san is waiting for us!" Shin huffed as he ran really fast through the hallway.

He reached Carla's room where the white-haired man was waiting for them. He handed her a big fancy box.

Inside there was on of those two-pieces paintings.

"This is from our mansion's art collection. Feel honoured and Merry Christmas" Carla explained.

She thanked them multiple times. There was an wide ugly empty space on the wall in her room. Now it will finally be pretty!

"Carla, Shin... Did you find your Christmas presents?"

"Yes!" They cheerfuly said in unison and took out large doggy sweathers, put them on and changed into their wolf forms. They looked so fancy snd royal like that!

They woofed happily and Y/N went to the kitchen, smiling, remembering she has to help Reiji with dinner now. When she passes through the living room, a sleepy Shu pulled her into his embrace. She giggled and hugged back, as she felt Reiji take her hand and kissing it. Then the triplets came - rubbing their noses with hers, kissing her face. Kino appeared from behind and started playing with her hair. The Mukami brothers also joined in the kissing and hugging, as two way too familiar wolves came and snuggled with her. Subaru came out of nowhere as well.

Before she knew it, she was squished between 13 demons, who showered her with kisses and love, feeling like one big, big family.

Merry Christmas and Happy New year!

Sorry that there are no pictures for some of the presents. Tumblr has limit of 10 photos per post...

#diabolik lovers #dl #tsukinami #kino sakamaki #mukami #scenario #sakamaki #x-mas #special #christmas #christmas special

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doodlelolly0910 · 5 years

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I Hate You

A/N: This one is for my loveliest lovely Wondertwin @artistic-writer who is simply the best. Merry Christmas Salem! I don't know what I'd do without you most days. (I'm sorry it is late cuz Tumblr and I are fighting lol)

Killian and Emma had spent the better part of David and Mary Margaret's Christmas party at each other's throats. What had started out as sarcastic comments soon devolved into full on insults until David couldn't take it anymore and locked them in the guest room, barking at them through the door to “work it out or don't come out”. They had stood in silence, both refusing to look at each other but casting glares across the room when they were sure the other wasn't looking.

Neither of them were particularly cheery around this time of year, for various reasons, and when Mary Margaret got heavy handed with the rum in the eggnog, things had come to a head quite quickly. They'd never really gotten along. Emma thought Killian was too much of a flippant flirt, his lackadaisical attitude about life in general making her want to scream. He was convinced there was a stick planted so firmly in her arse it would have to be surgically removed.

“I hate you,” Emma broke the silence after one particularly long session of trying to set Killian's head on fire with just her eyes.

“The feeling is quite mutual, darling,” he replied with an infuriating smirk and a lift of one of his stupid eyebrows.

She wanted to slap that smirk right off his stupid, handsome face. With his unfairly blue eyes and perfectly manicured scruff. She hated him. For sure.

And he hated her. Walking into every room like she owned it. Smiling and pouting those plump pink lips while her green eyes danced with mischief. He couldn't stand her.

And there was always this underlying… tension between them. The closer he was to her the more he wanted to grab her and kiss her just to shut her the hell up. Just like right now, with her staring daggers at him and looking like some ethereal, wrathful being. And so he did.

It wasn't gentle, the way their lips crashed into one another's. Killian's hand plunged into her hair, tugging firmly as he maneuvered her head the way he wanted it. Emma's hands were clutching at the collar of the black button down he wore, pulling him into her so hard she could feel her lips bruising in real time.

“You're such an arrogant, pompous bastard,” she growled against his lips when they broke away for air. He nipped hard at her lower lip with a chuckle and she gasped sharply at the sensation. He wasted no time in plunging his tongue into the wet cavern of her mouth, sliding harshly over hers. They wrestled for dominance, building heat between them until Emma thought she was going to burst into flames and she pushed him away roughly. Killian looked down at her, lust and confusion warring in his ridiculously blue eyes, his chest expanding and contracting in huge breaths.

Before she could overthink it, Emma grasped the hem of the ugliest sweater in existence (thanks Mary Margaret) and pulled the snowflaked nightmare over her head in one fell swoop, leaving her standing before him clad in only a red bra from the waist up. The breath whooshed from Killian's lungs as he took her in. His eyes bled from sapphire to midnight as they raked over her form with an almost palpable ferocity.

It made her shiver slightly, a reaction he noticed right away based on how quickly his eyes snapped back to meet hers. He stepped closer, all swagger and sin, his hand coming up to trace along the edge of where the crimson fabric met porcelain skin and she could feel the electric goosebumps explode in the wake of his finger.

“For me, Princess? You shouldn't have,” he murmured, his tongue poking at the corner of his mouth teasingly.

“Trust me, I didn't.” She swatted his hand away and reached out, seizing his shirt in both of her hands and ripping it open, what little buttons that were actually buttoned popping off and skittering across the room. Killian looked down, his eyes blown wide and his mouth hanging ajar before meeting her gaze again.

Emma didn't give him time to complain or question, instead moving forward and slipping her hands inside of the parted fabric of the ruined shirt and raking her nails down through his chest hair and over his stomach. She latched her lips onto the edge of where his collarbone met his neck, coaxing a growl from his throat.

His hand came up to fist in her hair again, the other looping tight around her waist And crushing her against him. With a firm yank, he pulled her mouth up to meet his again in another breath stealing kiss. As he kissed her, he began walking her backwards until her knees hit the bed, her hands clutching tightly around his neck as they moved.

His lips broke away from hers and she sucked in a much needed draw of oxygen, but he didn't stop. He began to mouth his way down the side of her neck, nipping and kissing until he reached the juncture of it and clamped down hard, sucking a mark into the skin there.

As soon as she realized what he was doing through the fog of just she was wading through, she pushed him away, her jaw falling open and her hand flying to the site his lips just attached to.

“Did you just give me a fucking hickey?!” she whisper-shouted at him.

“Sorry?” Two fingers came up to scratch behind his ear and he poked his lower lip out, looking at her with decidedly unapologetic eyes through his dark lashes. Emma set her mouth into a thin line before lunging forward and attacking his lips with hers again. His hand shot to her waist to steady himself, her skin warming beneath his fingertips and electric spark shooting up her spine.

She ignored the sensations and the urge to let a shiver rip through her in favor of nipping and kissing her way along his jaw and down his throat. When her lips sealed tight around his pulse point, a growl worked from his throat that resonated into her own mouth and his hand shot from her midsection to bury itself in her long, blonde curls once again, holding her in place. His other arm pulled her flush against him and she released him with a an audible pop and a gasp at the feeling of his flesh and chest hair against her own bare skin. What was more, she could feel exactly how this was affecting him, the hard length of his erection pressing tightly against her through their layers of denim.

“Now we match,” she said breathlessly, looking up at him with hooded eyes. The fire behind his gaze flared at her words and his hand slid from her hair to grip her jaw firmly as he turned her and marched them backwards, pushing her against the wall hard enough that her teeth might have rattled if he hadn't been holding her jaw steady.

“I'll wear it like a badge of honor,” he rasped, then dipped his head to bury his face in her cleavage. Emma's hips rolled involuntarily towards his own and he thrust back hard, pinning her in place with his hips.

“Oh my God, I hate you,” she panted as he latched onto a nipple over the top of the crimson lace. He laughed, the sound sending electric sparks across her flesh where his mouth was still working her over. The scruff on his cheeks scraped over the swell of her breasts, surely leaving a burn behind, but Emma couldn't bring herself to care.

She hasn't even noticed Killian's hands travelling down her body and undoing the button and zip to her jeans until the fabric was being pulled down her damp thighs, along with her surely ruined panties.

“You keep saying that, love. I'm not entirely convinced that you do hate me after all,” he said, finally pulling away from yet another mark he was sucking into her breast. Emma opened her mouth to protest but all that came out was a low whine as Killian shoved his hand between her thighs and delved straight into her core with no preamble.

Emma was no longer in control of the actions of her own body, her hips rolling down against his fingers in time with the hard rhythm he’d set. Her eyes fluttered shut and she jumped slightly when Killian's lips pressed against her ear, hot and wet.

“Shh, my darling. You've got to keep quiet. We don't want anyone walking in and seeing your gorgeous face like this, watching you take your pleasure on my hand.” His rumbled words snapped her back to reality and she realized just how short on time they actually were.

“Maybe you should just shut up and fuck me then,” she shot back. It sounded much needier than she intended it to.

“Be careful what you wish for, Swan.” With that, he was kissing her again, his fingers working overtime and she felt the coil in her belly wind tight until it snapped in a burst of blinding color. Her body shook and shuddered, but Killian held her firm against him, his mouth swallowing down every blissful noise that poured from her lips. His fingers slowed as he helped her ride out her high and then he was pulling away abruptly, leaving Emma reeling and clutching at the wall to keep her upright in his wake.

It took a minute for Emma's floating head to register that Killian had dug out his wallet and was fishing a small foil packet from the leather folds and placing it gently between his teeth. His hands then busied themselves with undoing his belt and fastenings to his jeans. Emma's brain finally caught up with current events and she hurriedly kicked off her shoes and slipped her pants the rest of the way off of her body into a crumpled heap on the floor.

Killian pulled the condom from his mouth as his jaw slackened, his eyes hungrily roving her exposed form. Emma licked her lips at the sight of him hard and heavy in his own palm. When her gaze reconnected with his, he arched a brow and a slow, sexy smile spread over his cheeks.

“Always prepared,” he said with a wink, waving the condom at her and tearing it open. Emma rolled her eyes and plucked the condom from his fingers.

“Well, aren't you just a regular boy scout,” she snarked and replaced the hand he had curled around his cock with her own. He let out a strangled noise at the feeling of her hand on him.

“Why the bloody hell would a boy scout have a condom?” he asked, panting as she rolled the condom into place.

“I just meant that you- nevermind, just get in me Jones before I change my mind.” She let out an exasperated huff.

“As you wish.”

He was on her again in a second, his hands scooping up under her thighs so they folded around his waist and tossing her on her back on the bed. He wasted no time in crawling on top of her and entered her with one smooth thrust that both of them cursing and groaning. Whether it was because they had become aware of just how little time they might have left in privacy or if it was because their need for each other had reached a fever pitch, they set a breakneck pace that sent them both hurtling towards the edge of ecstasy at lightning speed.

“God, love you feel amazing. Perfect, like you were made for me.” His mumbled ramblings held no tease or sarcasm to them this time, and she buried her face in his neck to stifle her own moans.

When he bent his knees and changed the angle of his thrusts so that he hit the most sensitive spots inside of her, his pelvis grinding against her clit with every pass, it didn't take her long before she was falling apart again. He wasn't far behind, growling her name into the tangled mass of hair on her head as he spilled into the condom.

He leaned into her, pressing soft sweet kisses against her cheek and forehead in stark contrast to the rough quick fuck that had just happened. He looked down at her sated face with such affection that it made her insides twist in an entirely different way.

Emma winced as he pulled out of her and it took her a moment to gain her bearings on wobbly knees as he walked away to dispose of the condom. When he returned, he'd tucked himself away, but his clothes were still parted, making him look way sexier than anyone had any right to. Emma avoided looking at him as she gathered her clothes and slipped back into them.

An awkward silence descended between them.

Emma wasn't sure what to do or say next. She certainly didn't hate him as much as when she walked in the room but she was surprised to find it extended beyond that even. She wanted more, even if she wasn't ready to admit it.

“I don't really hate you you know,” she blurted into the silence of the room, making Killian's brows climb his forehead and a bark of a laugh burst from his lips.

“I gathered, Swan. I quite fancy you myself when you're not yelling at me,” he said, stepping forward and smoothing a lock of hair behind her ear. She rolled her eyes but she couldn't fight the smirk that dimpled her cheeks.

“Do you, uh, wanna get out of here?” she asked hesitantly, chewing on the edge of her lip.

“I would love to, Swan. Besides, I'm not sure that I'll be up to the dress code any longer.” He motioned down to his still parted shirt and Emma flushed hot, remembering how she'd divested him of his buttons.

“Oops?” she said and Killian narrowed his eyes playfully at her. “Didn't think that one through, I guess.”

“I can't say that it wasn't worth it,” he replied, his tongue poking at the corner of his mouth as he pulled his shirt open on one side to reveal thin red lines left behind on his shoulder by her nails. Emma felt her face heat further and her apologetic smile widen. “I suppose you'll just have to help me make my daring escape.”

“Let's go then,” she said.

They crept up the hallway, the dull roar of the party echoing after them, and stopped at David and Mary Margaret's room to retrieve their coats. Killian shrugged his on and wiggled his eyebrows at Emma as they made their way back past the way they had come from, intent on slipping out through the garage.

“Zip that up and stop being ridiculous,” she said as she donned her own coat and tugged her gray beanie into place.

“You love that I'm ridiculous,” he said on a throaty laugh, leaning in for another kiss.

“Oh, hey guys, I was just coming to- what in the hell?!” David's voice caused both of them to freeze in place, eyes locked to the other's before springing apart and looking sheepishly at Emma's brother.

“Uh… we made nice! Merry Christmas! We gotta go, bye!” Emma practically shoved Killian out the door and slammed it in David's face. As soon as they scrambled from the garage and hut the night air, they made a break for it to Emma's car. She started the little bug easily and they drove away, David's silhouette fading in the rearview mirror. Killian blew out a heavy breath.

“He is going to kill me, love,” he said after catching his breath.

“Nah. He couldn't hack the prison time.” Emma looked over at him with a brilliant smile.

“He'll at least knock some of the handsome out of me,” Killian said and shook his head.

“No one's that powerful,” Emma replied, a teasing lilt to her voice that he hadn't heard before. It was then that he realized that whatever this thing between them could become would be worth anything David (or anyone else's for that matter) could dish out.

“I always knew you'd come around, Swan.”

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