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writingsbymo-mo · 3 years

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Seven Minutes of Good Vibes

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❆ Day 7 of our 12 Days of XXXmas Collab

❆ Sumary: It’s the annual Christmas party at the lov’s hideout. The bar is full of drunk/tipsy villains. Shenanigans ensue and now you’re stuck in the closet with Compress for seven minutes where he has a few tricks up his sleeve.

❆ WC: 2.4k

❆ Contains: alcohol, fingering, vibrating marbles

❆ TW: some drinking, objects stuffed in you

Note: Toga is 18 in this fic and Kurogiri makes sure she isn’t drinking.

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Twas a cold night this fine evening. Many people already sound asleep in their beds or off to their late night shifts. The hustle and bustle of the city dwindled by the hour. But not for a certain group. Oh no. They were far too awake on this Christmas Eve.

The League of Villains were hosting their annual Christmas Party, proposed by none other than Toga and later agreed upon by Kurogiri for some group bonding.

Multicolored lights strung along the bar counter thanks to Kurogiri plus a small tree of quaint decorations of ornaments and garland carefully placed on the front corner of the bar greeting all who enter from the side entrance. It lit up the usually dimly lit room nicely. Keeping up with such festivities, he wore a santa hat. “Everyone must wear one, even you Tomura Shigaraki,” he stated in a calm manner.

Tomura reluctantly wore it, keeping Father over his face the whole time as not to be seen and simply drank glasses of whiskey on the rocks, ignoring the festivities no matter how much Kurogiri tried getting him involved. Anyone who approached him was ignored or simply told to fuck off. He wasn’t in the greatest of moods being forced to miss a gaming tournament with the grand prize winner getting the rarest items in the entire game plus premium figures of the characters he mains. After a few attempts to speak to him, nobody dared bother him. Not even you.

The rest of the league, including yourself, all stayed in the corner opposite the bar.

Dabi stood leaning against the wall brooding as per usual even throwing in his usual snarky quips when the time was right. Twice was playing charades with Toga, Spinner, and Compress trying to figure out what exactly he was doing, throwing out guess after guess. Occasionally, Spinner glanced back at the boss with the soft pink glow forming in his cheeks.

What you were doing? Just sitting next to Mr. Compress, sipping on the cocktail in your hand all bundled up in some throw blankets. After being in the league these past few months, you soon caught glances of the man in such fine attire. Your cheeks were warm, not just from the booze. Honestly, you’d have nothing more than to finally have Compress right where you want him. You shifted your thighs just thinking about it. With the mask on so conspicuously, you never knew if he was ever looking your way or even noticed the little things you do.

As the night went on, everyone kept glancing at the doorway that led towards the second floor where the bathroom was located. Carefully placed over it was some mistletoe. Not once this evening did two people meet underneath it just yet. Everyone kept waiting, watching as someone would leave to use the bathroom, keeping track of who was coming and going. While normally, someone would kiss the person they bump into underneath the mistletoe, Toga came up with the idea that instead of kissing, the two caught under it would go into the broom closet for some seven minutes in heaven. And thus, it was agreed upon.

Tomura was plastered, passed out at the bar with Kurogiri shaking his head in disappointment at the young boss who didn’t wish to participate in the festivities. He had a strong feeling this would happen anyway.

The karaoke was brought out and now the room was filled with the song of some drunken or tipsy villains, minus Toga who Kurogiri made sure drank non-alcoholic beverages that night. Cheers and dancing ensued with everyone taking turns singing.

A sudden tightness in your bladder alerted you and you rushed to the bathroom. Being as tipsy as you were, you didn’t think to notice if anyone saw you get up not.

Feeling much better, you stepped back to the bar but then, you bumped into something or rather, someone. “Oof, s-sorry,” you uttered, slowly raising your head only to feel the heat growing rapidly in your cheeks, not from the various alcohol you’ve been drinking.

The familiar white mask with curious designs caught your attention and the lean build of his...it was him...Mr. Compress. “None to worry my dear.” Despite not seeing his face, you could feel his smile through the mask.

A sudden feeling on the back of your neck told you to look up with Compress having the same idea. You lifted your head slowly and paused. Your body felt hot, almost heavy and light at the same time. There it was, the mistletoe finally serving its purpose.

Time stopped. You couldn’t keep your eyes off the hemi-parasitic plant hanging above your head. Of course the one moment you forgot about it would cause this to happen. On top of it all...with your crush. A part of you almost wondered if this was all said and forgotten about or if anyone even noticed.

Loud cheers from across the bar snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Oh my god! It’s happening!!!” Toga squealed, giving you a knowing look. You lowered your head in embarrassment, staring at the linoleum floor. She figured out how you felt about Compress a few weeks ago as you had a hard time keeping your eyes off him during the last fight. “Aww look at the lovebirds! Get a room,” Twice cooed then shouted. Spinner nodded and cheered in approval, taking another drink. Dabi was indifferent to the whole ordeal being too busy doodling dicks all over Tomura’s face, stifling his laughter as to what his boss’s reaction might be when he wakes up.

Your eyes continued to focus on the floor. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach, never subsiding. A gloved hand of crimson obstructed your view. “I’d be honored for you to join me my dear.” The timbre of his voice, so smooth and rich made you lose your breath. You took his hand, warm with a perfect hold in yours as a gentleman would. If you were entirely sober right now, you would’ve fainted in pure astonishing bliss. He traipsed onwards to the nearest closet that so happened to be the broom closet, leading you in first, him following and closed the door behind him.

The room was tiny to say the least. You pulled the string to the light hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the space, humming though barely audible. Outside, they started karaoke back up singing some classic music for this kind of party. Compress bumped into you the moment the door clicked. You stumbled back, hitting the wall and somehow pulling him with you. You gasped as you both fell onto the floor with a thud.

His warmth and subtle earthy, musky scent engulfed you, sending a tingling sensation between your legs. Slowly, you came back to reality. His body caged around you, on top of you. Soft but deep sighs caressed your ears, adding to the sensation below.

“Are you alright?” he asked, concern in his voice. The mask that adorned his face fell off, revealing the beautiful chestnut eyes you could never look away from.

“Y-yeah, I’m alright...so handsome...uh I-I mean, are you?” You shrunk into yourself...you said it… ‘Maybe...he didn’t hear that part?’ Oh, but you knew, you just knew he did.

A spark lit up in his eyes as his lips stretched to form a smirk, “handsome? I’ll have you be the judge of that.” His right hand brushed your cheek that you melted into. Your heart skipped a few beats. “Now what would you like to do for these seven minutes? I might have a few tricks up my sleeve I’m willing to try with you.”

By now, a minute had already passed. You just needed to say it. All this time, how much you’ve always wanted him, how he makes you feel day in and day out. Never once have you ever lusted for someone so much, wondering just what those fingers and marbles could do to you. A man with many secrets who covers his face intrigued you to no ends. All you had to do...was tell him just what you wanted...what you needed. You inhaled deeply and sighed, it was now or never. “F-fuck me with your marbles!”

Compress paused, astounded by your response. He chuckled softly and smiled with a hungry expression on his face, “I didn’t take you as the kinky type but alas it appears I am mistaken. Though,” his voice deepened, almost in a growl, “I do have a trick or two that you might be interested in. Now then, we don’t have much time.” He leaned forward, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek, whispering an I’ve always wanted you.

The warmth radiating off his body now subtle as he leaned back, unbuttoning your pants. Goosebumps raised on your skin from his touch. He pulled them down your legs along with your panties, leaving your cunny exposed to him. Juices from your arousal shone under the soft lighting before him. You turned your head, blushing. His hand touched your chin tenderly, motioning you to face him.”C-Compress?”

“Shh, it’s alright. Please don’t hide your beautiful face from me my dear. Especially with what’s to come.” You could only feel hotter with every word of his sweeping through your ears.

He leaned forward, capturing your lips in a tender kiss, pouring all his feelings into it. Your eyes shot open but fluttered shut soon after, moving your lips to match his intensity. For a moment, the world had stopped. Nothing mattered but the emotions you shared.

“Ah!” you cried, breaking the kiss. Your cunny twitched as a couple fingers slid between your folds, testing your every sound and movement. “M-more!”

“Impatient I see. Well, it can’t be helped with us having a short timeframe but, I promise to make this performance worthwhile,” he dipped his fingers lower, sliding two fingers barely past your entrance, making you whimper. “Of course, next time I’ll surely give you the show of a lifetime.”

Long slender fingers plunged deep inside your velvety walls in a rapid, steady rhythm. You moaned and cried his name, urging your hips forward as lust overtook your mind. Every touch, the way he pressed and rubbed your sweet spot sent pleasant chills through your body. It’s no wonder they say he has magic fingers.

They scissored in and out, twisting and twirling in a fierce yet delicate dance leaving you begging for more. He moved so fast, you didn’t even notice his fingers slip out for a brief second only to shove in a special something: a marble. The foreign object made you gasp in surprise. It was cool to the touch making your insides tingle. You shifted your eyes towards his face. Compress couldn’t stop his smile, hearing your melodic moans that slipped out every movement he made making you tighter by the second.

Soon another marble went in. Then another, and another until finally….he stopped.

Compress released his fingers from your tight heat, licking off your juices while humming. Despite the marbles inside you, you couldn’t help but feel empty. He must've noticed the glum expression you held. “It seems you aren’t completely satisfied my dear. No worries, I have a little surprise for you.”

His fingers snapped and everything went white. You couldn’t think or speak. Nothing but incoherent babbling and screams of pleasure echoed from the enclosed space followed by a quiet buzzing sound. Tears poured from your eyes as drool dripped out of your mouth. Your body continuously convulsed as your cunny twitched and oozed more and more fluids. It was as though you finally found nirvana for the first time. You never knew you could feel like this.

“Hhmhmm, I see those marbles are doing the trick,” he cooed with a telltale smirk.

His hands cupped your cheeks, rubbing circles into them with his thumbs. You barely heard what he said, mustering a breath to speak, “the m-m-marbles….ah- what..did you-?”

“They’re quite special. Since we wouldn’t have much time here, I wanted to give you as much pleasure as possible so,” he held a marble between his fingers and turned it on like the others, “as you can see, it’s a special vibrating marble. What do you think about it?”

You cried as another jolt made you ascend once more, “so good!!!”

Knock knock knock

“Hey lovebirds, times up,” Dabi grumbled and sauntered away from the door, “better hope you didn’t make a mess in there.”

A whine left your lips as your eyebrows scrunched together. You sat up, reaching between your legs, digging around to find the marbles but, only one managed to make its way out, rolling onto the floor between your legs. The others however, you could barely reach. “C-Compress...they’re not coming out! Hnngh...please help!” you whimpered. Your legs wouldn’t stop shaking.

Compress shoved his fingers back inside your sopping entrance, digging for the marbles still vibrating inside you. Another one managed to loosen and rolled its way out. He went deeper, trying to reach the others but nothing seemed to work. He sighed, “sorry my dear. It appears I went a bit far. You’ll have to keep them inside until they manage to slide out. After all, I will need them back for next time.” He winked at you as you felt your body heat rise once more. It stands that no matter what he does, you can’t get enough of his charm.

Without a second to spare, he helped put your clothes back on. Despite the smile he wore, you could see a small tinge of guilt in his eyes. You paused for a second then gave him a reassuring smile. He picked you up, holding you close to him, giving you a quick peck on the lips. “I’m glad I got to spend this holiday with you my love.”

He carried you out and everyone cheered at the two of you. Dabi teased you, telling you how loud you were. You couldn’t help but bury your face into Compress’s chest. “I think we’re going to turn in for the night,” Compress stated.

He quickly went up the stairs, giving you small pecks along the way to his room. It was a happy moment for the league that you and Compress surely will never forget...especially with those pesky little marbles still stuck inside you.

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We know this year has been a rough one for a lot of us, so our little group got together to do this Lil’ collab to try and bring some fun to this time of the year, and also help the ones of us who are experiencing difficulties.

Each fanfic from our collab will have the writer’s commission info or tip jar,check their works and if you like it, feel free to help ✨✨✨✨

✨✨We all hope you have happy holidays ✨✨✨

❆tip jar/ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/momo0953

#mr. compress x reader #atsuhiro sako x reader #sako atsuhiro x reader #compress has the magical fingers and he shows you what those mean #nsft #bnha #mha #smut #12 days of xxxmas #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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storygirl000 · 4 years

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ML Fic: Power Trip

Summary: Lila, in order to keep her sheep in line and punish those who defied her, puts extra time into prepping the class’ end-of-the-year trip.

Unfortunately, she underestimated just how far Marinette would go to upstage her.

Ao3 link here.

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A/N: Something that always bothered me about “Marinette is the best at student council” salt fics was that Lila and/or Alya always have no idea what this position entails. I don’t think that makes sense; assuming Lila tried the same act at previous schools, she’d probably know the ins and outs of working on the student council by now. And Alya wouldn’t just forget her time as Marinette’s class rep assistant just because she hates her now; she’d most likely have a working idea of what that entails, too.

So I chose to make Lila smarter here than she usually is in fics regarding this subject. (No worries – she still gets her karma.)

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“I’m so glad you could all come!”

Lila smiled at all of her classmates, who’d gathered with her in Ms. Bustier’s room to discuss some important matters.

She heard Alix mutter something about the gathering being “mandatory” and “another example of Bustier’s favoritism”, but she ignored it.

“Now, as we all know, every year we do an end-of-the-year field trip to some amazing location. As your new Class Representative...”

She paused to shoot a quick smirk at Marinette, who either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

“...I propose that this year...we go to Disneyland Paris!”

Naturally, her lackeys cheered for her, and Adrien’s eyes lit up at the idea (she had to thank Gabriel for sheltering the boy as much as he had; it made him so easy to manipulate). The others – the ones that had sided with Marinette – seemed intrigued, but nothing beyond that.

Lila smirked again. This was almost too easy.

She quickly switched to her disappointed role model face. “Unfortunately, Ms. Bustier has ruled that some students will be unable to attend this trip due to all the unacceptable behavior they’ve demonstrated in the past. This includes being discluded from any fundraisers we will have to help fund this trip.”

It took all of five seconds for Marinette and her cronies to realize this meant them.

Naturally, Alya and Chloé protested the loudest, but they were quickly shut down by Adrien, who admonished them for daring to bring their drama into an official class meeting. Upset, they took Marinette and walked out, followed by everyone else who’d supported them.

This left herself, Adrien, Kim, Max (and Markov), Mylene, and Ivan.

Ah, well. She’d worked with less before. She could do this.

With that, they started planning things out.

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It didn’t take her long to secure approval from the principal and the school board for the trip. Ms. Bustier had volunteered to be one of their chaperones, and so had Mylene’s father.

With her calculations, she realized that they needed roughly $6000 for the trip. A little flattery (and a promise to keep spying on his son for him) had gotten them a $1500 donation from Gabriel Agreste himself, so that left them to raise $4500 more for the trip. Quickly, they went to work.

The first fundraiser had been a bake sale – Mylene had gotten the idea to theme it after fall, with cute leaf patterns and gourd-shaped cupcakes and the like. And besides, the bake sale was always their first fundraiser of the year. Lila had agreed immediately.

There was only one problem – their main distributor of baked goods was no longer a part of the fundraiser.

Whatever. They didn’t need her anyways.

The group dedicated an entire weekend to baking these treats, and started selling them at school on Monday (after obtaining the permission of the principal and making sure it didn’t collide with any other fundraisers, of course). By the end of the day, they’d raised almost $500.

During her shift, Lila had spotted a pair of boys walk past the table – an older boy in a blue hoodie, and a younger one in a red hoodie. She recognized them as friends of Marinette (Luka and Marc, if she remembered correctly). Listening in on their conversation, she learned that Marinette had apparently hosted a bake sale of her own over the weekend.

She was torn between confusion (why had Marinette done a bake sale?) and confidence (obviously it wasn’t a success). She chose the latter.

By the end of the day, she had Ms. Bustier chewing out Marinette for daring to undermine the class’ fundraiser.

$4000 to go.

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Next up was the annual homecoming game and dance. That, like all major school events, had its ticket money split between the various classes and the school overall, with the class that raised the most money getting the lion’s share.

Kim had volunteered to help drum up support for the school team with his girlfriend Ondine (who Lila had promised could come on their class trip after her class had unfairly excluded her for daring to badmouth Marinette). The duo sold tickets fairly fast, their enthusiasm likely playing a part in it.

Lila also noticed that Marinette and her friends were handing out pamphlets for some website – apparently, the former “everyday Ladybug” was trying to launch her own clothing line.

She snorted. Good luck with that – the world of fashion was cruel, fickle, and would probably eat her alive.

The game and dance came and went, and Bustier’s class had sold the second highest amount of tickets after Mendeleiev’s class. The teacher was concerned (they’d always been in the top spot before, for some reason), but Lila didn’t care; they’d gotten $1000 out of the deal, after all.

$3000 to go.

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As December came, both Max and Adrien proposed fundraisers for the season.

Max suggested candy cane messages. According to his calculations, these were always successful in previous years.

Adrien suggested that they have girls (and some boys) pay him for a picture of them kissing under the mistletoe.

Max’s idea was the one they went with, but Lila had to say, she was surprised – Adrien had never tried to use his looks to his advantage before. Perhaps her own cunning mind was rubbing off on him.

She could deal with that.

As Max had predicted, the plan was a success, netting them more cash than their previous endeavors. Everyone in school had wanted to send a message to someone else, be it a friend, a crush, or a teacher. Even Lila herself had gotten a few.

Over the course of the fundraiser, she’d overheard a conversation between Marinette (ugh), Juleka, Rose, and two girls from Mendeleiev’s class (Aurore and Mireille, right?) about some trip they were going to go on.

Hmph. So Marinette was going to force another class to accommodate her and her friends, huh? So be it.

She quickly told Ms. Bustier of this new development, and smirked as she watched the teacher chew out Marinette for daring to drag another class into her drama.

$1500 to go.

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Christmas and New Year’s came and went, and Valentine’s Day was coming up. And so was the Valentine’s Day dance.

Ivan was the one who came up with the idea to sell heart-shaped candy and Hershey’s kisses alongside the tickets, and everyone agreed it was a good way to get some extra money if they failed to get enough money to fund the rest of the trip. Lila agreed to it, but warned that she wouldn’t be able to help as much as she had before; after all, she had to start preparing all the necessary paperwork for the trip.

Sure enough, the plan went off without a hitch. The class once again managed to get the top spot, and the candy sales more than made up for what they lacked. They were going to Disneyland Paris.

She then had one last encounter with Marinette’s allies – Luka and Nathaniel were putting up fliers for a Jagged Stone concert. When she bragged to Nathaniel about how her leadership had netted them the trip, he’d given her a cold smile and an odd response.

“Oh, that’s alright. We already have a trip planned that we need to fundraise.”

Privately, Lila celebrated. With Marinette on their side, it was more than likely that Mendeleiev’s class was going to fall short of their goals.

After all, she was completely useless.

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The end of the year came, and so did the class’ (and Ondine’s) three days in Disneyland Paris.

Naturally, the whole trip had been amazing. They had plenty of photos and souvenirs to share with their less fortunate classmates (officially, to make sure they weren’t “entirely left out”; unofficially, to brag). And Lila had finally gotten Adrien to kiss her.

Lila had wanted to gather the entire class together so that she could make Marinette and her cronies feel even worse, but strangely none of them were there when she got back. Neither were several kids from Mendeleiev’s class (Aurore, Mireille, Marc, and Kagami) or Luka, for that matter.

She didn’t know why until her lackeys started sending her urgent texts.

She looked at them...and her stomach dropped.

It was an Instagram post of Marinette, Alya, and Chloé at an airport; Marinette was sitting on a suitcase, Alya was holding the phone, and Chloé pretended to be distracted by doing her makeup.

The caption read “Taking a trip across the states with all of our friends!!! It was originally gonna be the class trip, but that fell through.”

So that was what the brat had been planning.

Lila felt herself go pale.

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Lila spent the rest of the summer checking Marinette, Alya, and Chloé’s Instagrams (and Nino’s, which was likely gotten just to help rub salt in the wound). Each adventure felt more unbelievable than the last.

First was New York City, where Marinette had apparently managed to secure the group a tour of the Avengers Tower. There were photos of Chloé sassing Tony Stark (and Pepper trying her hardest not to laugh and/or give the girl an apprenticeship on the spot in the background). Of Rose and Juleka on Captain America’s shoulders, fangirling over him. Of Alix, who mostly took selfies with the Black Widow and Hawkeye. Of Kagami and Sabrina (of all people) helping Stark’s young interns (Peter, Harley, Shuri, Ned, MJ, and Riri, apparently) play various pranks around the tower.

Alya posted an interview where she asked the heroes questions about Paris’ own heroes on the Ladyblog, and the site’s traffic immediately tripled.

The next location was Miami, Florida. According to Marinette, this destination was meant to be more low-key.

Which meant they just so happened to enter a music shop that international pop star Austin Moon was frequenting at the time. And it just so happened to be the shop run in part by his girlfriend and frequent collaborator Ally Dawson.

Naturally, this lead to photos of Luka and Nino jamming out with the two of them and their friends.

And, apparently, Marinette decided to namedrop Lila. Because the next video on her Instagram was one of Austin’s manager angrily cursing the Italian’s name (and that of Adrien, for some reason) for bullying such an amazing girl and lying to her classmates about it.

Lila wasn’t surprised when she and Adrien were kicked out of the class’ group chat shortly afterwards. She was too numb to be surprised at that point.

Next was Gotham City, which naturally lead to photos with both successful billionaire Bruce Wayne and resident superhero Batman. And all their kids. And the nicer Rogues (often with Nathaniel and Marc loudly sassing their villainous plans in the background).

Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark had apparently gotten into a Twitter war over who was going to adopt the group first. Alya had responded by suggesting they get shared custody.

Next was Hollywood, California. Marinette managed to get photos with Finn Wolfhard and Mckenna Grace on the set of the new Ghostbusters movie (and their numbers, if the captions were to be believed). Chloé, meanwhile, preferred to take photos of all the hunky actors and beautiful actresses walking around.

Their final destination had been Hawaii. That one (much to Lila’s surprise) did not end with the class meeting a celebrity; however, they did get to meet students from a Japanese school that had apparently had the same idea as them.

Alya took photos with some kid named Mishima, claiming they had something in common. Other photos were taken with a pair of blonde kids (Lila didn’t know if they were siblings or not, but given their apparent romantic closeness, the latter was more likely), a brown-haired girl, and a blue-haired boy.

The most photos, however, were those of Marinette with a boy her age, with messy black hair and glasses. Judging from Alya and Chloé’s comments, the two were into each other.

Lila couldn’t take it. She’d thrown her phone against the wall at that.

How was Marinette having so much fun when she’d done her best to ruin her life?

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Finally, school started up again. Predictably, everyone was glaring at Lila when she entered the building – even her former sheep.

She was the first to enter the classroom. As everyone filed in, they shot a glare at her – or at Adrien, who’d apparently been dragged down with her.

Marinette was the last to enter. She stood in front of Lila’s desk, gave her a cold smile, and asked her one thing.

“So, Lila! How was your summer?”

Lila wanted to scream.

#my writing #miraculous ladybug #ml salt #lila salt #adrien salt

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bts-ficrecs · 4 years

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a happy, happy birthday to my sweetest love, Park Jimin. the love and adoration and admiration i have for him is forever growing and evolving. happy Jimtober to him and to all of his babies aka us <3

pls enjoy this smol list of Jimin fics and luv him and luv the writers!!~

boys_charlie_xcx.mp3 by obiwrites (AO3)

fluff

Min Yoongi is positive that you and Park Jimin share exactly one brain cell, and Jimin hogs it for the most part.

Dairy Kink by @mygsii

smut

You’ve always had a bad sweet tooth, and perhaps that’s why you find yourself at your local dairy queen at odd hours of the night. Fortunately, it seems like a specific worker always has the night shifts.

Firecracker by @ratedbangtann

smut

Now that you had worked your way up to the advanced contemporary class, you had to face your most trying challenge yet; Park Jimin. The man was infuriating, always picking on you, giving you so many reasons to hate him including one very, very humiliating nickname… Firecracker. But when you have to dance with him one evening, the tension builds and builds and spills over. Perhaps you need to… reflect… on your behaviour?

I Do (want to love you) by @taeverie

fluff

There is only one word to describe your life, and it is simple; there are a million words to define Park Jimin’s sphere and the few are extravagant, prodigal — affluent, especially. Though despite the stark differences between your plain world and Jimin’s riches, you both find a common ground within the universe of love.

Little Helpers by @cupofteaguk

fluff

In which some children are more assertive than adults will ever be—especially if it means bringing together two of their favorite people.

Lower by @parkmuse

fluff, smut

After six months you finally break the sexual tension… with phone sex.

Make It Right by @moononthejoon

fluff, angst, smut

With his sister married and living a happy life, maybe its time to get the king a queen too, but of course, that idea didn’t come from him.

Nothing a Lil Green Can’t Fix by @threeletterslife

fluff, angst

Imagine having a best friend so crazy you have to have 911 on speed dial. Turns out that you are that friend. And it’s up to Park Jimin to keep you from facing disaster.

Notes To Find You by @luckyjisung

fluff, smut

You returned home from work to an empty house and the love of your life nowhere to be found. Guided by a series of love letters, you are led on a journey reconnecting you to the timeline of your love story. Where did you begin and how will you find him?

“Oops.” - Jungkook, 2019 by @idroppedthesope

fluff, angst, smut, ongoing series

Having caught Daesung dipping his wick in your sister’s VAT of wax one too many times, you’ve reached the decision to move out. And of course, your crackhead of a best friend, Jungkook, is going to help ensure your new roommate is perfect. Jimin is a female name, right?

Outside Looking In by obiwrites (AO3)

fluff, angst

You and Park Jimin have known each other since you were just a bunch of rugrats tearing up his familys farm—a byproduct of being best friends with your older cousin. And while it might’ve been Hobi who’d introduced the two of you, you were in no uncertain terms off limits to his friends. But now that you and Jimin are older and he’s reeling from heartbreak dealt at the hands of a certain city girl—how long will that last?

Point of No Return by @wwilloww

fluff, smut

Both Jimin and you are determined to never act on the feelings you hold for one another. Instead, you’d rather shove it down, somewhere deep, dark, and inaccessible. So what do you get when you mix a broken furnace, an old victorian home, a little bit of jealousy in the club, and a need to keep warm together? A mess.

Snow, Don’t Tell by @stutterfly

fluff, smut

Granny Park’s Gossip: Jimin is the sweetest boy around, no comparison. Always ready to listen to my stories, visits me regularly and tells me all sorts of tales about those friends of his. Might as well adopt them all, I know so much about them! Jiminie’s the best grandson anyone could ask for, really, a little angel, and his little gang of friends is quite the hoot. He’s been a little quiet about himself lately, though. Kept going on and on about that neighbor of his, how cute she always looks and how he likes to help her with her groceries, but I think maybe I teased him just a little too much about that crush of his. Maybe he’ll figure out a way to get closer to her this holiday season, because who knows how much longer he’ll pine over the girl if he doesn’t.

The Duality of Man by @taesthetes

fluff

Once again, soft boys with pretty smiles—specifically one named Park Jimin—will surely be the death of you.

The Skirt by obiwrites (AO3)

fluff, angst

Jimin was the furthest thing from a friend—definitely not someone you’d ever take for the consoling type and especially not when it came to you. The two of you liked each other about as much as cats and dogs. For reasons beyond you you’d just grown up hating each other. Jimin was your neighborhoods resident douchebag and had mocked you mercilessly growing up. You’d always been a tomboy, ‘fashionably challenged’ as he’d called you. But something or rather someone had spurred a change as of late. And it definitely didn’t go unnoticed by Jimin.

Viscum: Dark Parasite by @darknytemare

fluff, angst

Christmas is… dead. It has been for too long a time. You believe in an old tradition that could not only save Christmas but restore much-needed joy to the world. There’s just one small problem. The answer involves a rare strain of mistletoe and kissing the Spirit of Christmas.

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winterscaptain · 4 years

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directors commentary on mistletoe please!!!!

as promised - here it is! all the text of mistletoe is there, with my commentary in bold italics :)

“Merry Everything, Dave!” You accept a glass of champagne and a kiss from Rossi as you step into the house, and cross over to Emily by the dining room table to pick up a little snack. Aaron’s in the dining room with JJ, setting the table with the boys (who have been here since the early afternoon). He brought your food with his earlier in the day, and all of it is in the fridge waiting to go on the table.

Tonight is the big Christmas Eve dinner, and the rest of the festivities happen the day after Christmas, when the team and the kids get together to open their presents from each other.

Crossing to the doorway with Emily, you linger at the edge of the kitchen.

“Oh hell yeah!” Emily crows, looking up in response to JJ’s pointed look and grin - the mistletoe smiles down at you with its red bow, hanging from the doorway. She takes your face in one of her strong, gentle hands and plants a very real, very chaste kiss on your lips. You laugh and clink your champagne glass with hers. “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas, Em.”

This scene popped fully formed into my head the second I thought of a holiday fic. I was like “oh absolutely Emily is going to have a field day with this.”

I originally had about seven different mini-scenes with different team members getting caught under the mistletoe, but I thought it best to stay focused in this really critical part of the story. I’ll include them in future fics, for sure!

+++

Jack runs up to you and you catch him when he jumps, swinging him in a circle. He’s almost too tall (and if anyone asks, he’s six, so he’s a big boy now), but you figure you should savor whatever you get while it lasts. He latches on to you and you let him hang off your hip as you walk back into the living room.

There’s nothing I love more than Jack just glomming onto Reader or any other team member. It’s like an instant hit of serotonin.

You perch with him on the edge of the sofa next to Derek, who’s entertaining Henry with a couple of excellent fire trucks.

This little picture here was straight out of a hallmark movie. I wanted to go into more detail, but I felt like it got bogged down. Basically, Derek’s sitting on the end of the sofa, leaning against the arm, while Henry’s basically sitting on his feet playing with the trucks. He’s minding Henry, leaning down every once in a while. Reader comes and sits on the arm, leaning against Derek, Jack-in-lap.

All in all, very cute.

When you catch JJ’s eye, she grins and looks up. Lo and behold, a sprig of mistletoe is tracked to the ceiling over your head. Jack follows your gaze and looks at you with a little question in his eyes.

In hushed tones, you explain. “So, Jack, there’s a tradition where if you land under mistletoe with someone,” you point at the little plants, scattered all over the arches, light fixtures, and random parts of the ceiling, “you give each other a kiss.”

He looks at you, wide eyed.

“Because it’s you and me, you don’t have to kiss on the lips like the grown ups do. We can give each other a hug or kiss each other on the cheek or anything you want.”

He sits back in your arms, thinking. Finally deciding, “I want to do what the grown ups do.”

Of course.

You smile at him and wait for him to come to you, which he does. He pecks you on the lips and immediately dissolves into giggles. You tuck him under your chin with a hand on the back of his head, rocking back and forth a little in your own laughter.

Writing kids is one of my favorite things. There’s something so magical about how delighted they are by so much of the world around them.

You look at Aaron over Jack’s head, finding him with a soft smile and beer in his hand.

Don’t give yourself away. Your smile says.

His eyes flicker up in an almost-eye roll and he takes a sip of his drink. I’m allowed to look at my kid.

You give him that one, and it’s a good enough cover.

The way I pictured this little tableau was completely in the third person, maybe from Emily or Dave’s POV? Like someone on the other side of the room just sees them staring at each other, clearly having a sub-social conversation and completely oblivious to the people around them.

It’s almost like the image of a duel. Reader’s on one side of the room with Jack, and Aaron is on the other side, leaning against something (maybe another couch, maybe a fireplace, idk. I always kind of picture Dave’s mansion as my childhood friend Maddie’s house. idk.) and it’s so clear they only have eyes for each other.

It does, however, escape your notice that Dave and Emily have put their heads together, whispering.

“They look a proper family, don’t they?” Dave asks.

Emily nods. “I think they’ve been one for a while, they just don’t know it yet.”

“Give them a little credit. They might know something.”

Emily snorts, and Dave relents.

“Alright, maybe that’s too much credit.”

The ongoing motif of the team trying to sus out if they’ve admitted their feelings to THEMSELVES - not even each other - is one of my favorite parts of this series. Aaron and Mom have them so thoroughly fooled without even trying, just by being repressed idiots who habitually steamroll their own feelings.

+++

“Uh oh, Hotch.” JJ grins, her gaze flickering first to Will, then Emily.

You look up and find mistletoe over your heads, hanging from the pot rack above the island.

He looks at you, shrugs, and you kiss each other on the cheek like it’s nothing.

He’s such a shit.

This is the first moment of this fic that popped into my head. All I wanted was for them to play coy under the mistletoe and for Emily to tease them within an inch of their lives before they almost give themselves away.

“Oh come on Hotch, you can do better than that. I did!” Emily smirks at him. “A real kiss. C’mon.”

For the sake of the game, you look up at him, playing at shyness, and say, “You don’t have to, it’s okay.”

He rolls his eyes and takes your face in his hands, pressing a soft, surprisingly deep, close-mouthed kiss to your lips. Looking up at Emily, he quirks an eyebrow. “Happy?”

There’s this little moment where they totally get lost in each other. I didn’t explicitly write it in, but it’s kind of in-between the lines. They have to remind themselves of the eyes watching them, because kissing each other has become so part of their life :’)

They were so deprived for so long that every time is like the first time.

Her cheeks are pink and she feels like she’s just stepped over some kind of line, but doesn’t know what or where it is. She recovers. “Much better.” Hopping off the counter, she retreats to the living room, leaving you alone with Aaron in the kitchen.

“I think you nearly killed her with that,” you say, picking up your glass of water from the counter.

He shrugs. “We’ve done worse, don’t you think?”

Your mind wanders to the night before, and heat shoots through you. “But they don’t know about that.”

Heated brown eyes look down at you, and you shift a little in your chair. “Yeah, but I do.”

That was another line of dialogue that I was itching to include. I’d had it in the outtakes for ages, and was so excited to finally find a home for it.

Before you can respond, Jack runs up to you and tugs on your shirt, calling your name until you kneel in front of him.

“What’s up, bud?”

“I have a secret question for you,” he says, very matter-of-fact.

Your eyebrows raise and you lift him up onto the counter so you can meet his eye. “A secret question?”

He nods, cupping his hands around his mouth and whispering into your ear. “Are you and me and dad having another sleepover tonight?”

You look at Aaron for a second before placing your hands around your mouth to reply. “Maybe. We have to see how tired we are after the party. Can you ask your dad a little later?”

He nods, but your hands stay put - there’s more to say. His little hands reach for you, resting lightly around your wrists as he leans into you.

“Hey, I’m really proud of you for asking me in a secret way. I know you and your dad talked about how our sleepovers are something we keep special just for the three of us, and I really appreciate your mindfulness tonight.” You lean back and kiss his forehead. “Super proud of you, bug.”

Establishing the kinship between Reader and Jack is super important to me. Parental, yet with different boundaries than Jack has with Aaron. This was one of the more parent-child moments, where Aaron can really see that Reader is becoming someone Jack trusts, someone who fills a similar role to himself in Jack’s life.

He grins at you and jumps off the counter, running back to the train he’s building with Henry - the annual ridiculous purchase from Uncle Rossi to keep the kids entertained while the adults actually enjoy Christmas Eve.

“What was that about?”

“Your son is just like you, you know that?”

He takes a sip of his beer. “How so?”

“He’s good at keeping secrets.”

There was more to this, but I honestly can’t remember what I cut here. It might have been another kiss, but I figured it was too risky and careless, even for them, at this stage of the game.

+++

You’re all called to dinner about an hour later, with Dave giving the first toast. Penelope, ever the saint, sits with Jack and Henry at the kids table behind you with her cup of spiked apple juice.

Aaron sits across from you, with the excuse of keeping an eye on Jack, and you’ve already engaged in one ridiculous game of footsie under the table.

“My friends, my family. Another year comes to a close and it only feels right to acknowledge how wonderful it is to have everyone back where they belong.” Dave looks at Emily, whose face warms, and Aaron, who offers a small smile. “Tonight, let us drink to our family, to forgiveness, and the year ahead.” He raises his glass. “Salut.”

“Hiding in Plain Sight” is one of my favorite tropes, and I engineered this dinner scene to capitalize on that as much as I could.

This scene originally wasn’t in here at all, but I felt that the fic was too short, so I played around with a couple of things before I added this one. I love that canon gives us so much to play with by way of big family dinners, and I was excited to embrace an opportunity to put my own spin on it.

There will be more of these in the future!

“Salut!” The rest of the table starts clinking glasses, and you smile widely at Aaron as the neck of his beer bottle taps against your champagne flute. He winks at you as you both drink.

It really is a family affair - everyone reaches over one another and shouts to pass dishes and refills nearby glasses without being asked. Spencer, beside you, surprises you by resting his head on your shoulder between dinner and dessert. You wrap an arm around him and kiss the top of his head, happy to accept his rare show of affection.

Emily stands, and you direct your attention to her as he makes another toast, talking about how much she loves all of you, how thankful she is to be home, and how she never once takes you for granted.

Spencer doesn’t move from under your arm, but Derek extends his arm over the back of Spencer’s chair, and his thumb brushes against the back of your arm. You smile at him over Spencer’s head.

I love a touchy-feely moment, you know?

When you look across the table at Aaron, he looks well and truly happy.

+++

A sleeping Jack slumps against your chest and over your shoulder as you say your goodbyes. Aaron has both his and his son’s sport coats over his arm and some leftovers balanced in his palm.

When kids absolutely crash on people they love, my heart melts. I just imagine a little wilted Jack completely draped over Reader - boneless and totally out cold. I almost added a scene of how he got there (he fell asleep on his dad on the couch, but dad had to help clean up because he’s Aaron, so Jack got shuffled over to Reader), but I couldn’t quite get the flow of the evening in all the right places, so it was cut.

Derek kisses your cheek and wishes you a Merry Christmas and sweet dreams. Penelope kisses Jack’s forehead and presses a palm to your shoulder. You’re covered in love and kisses and wrapped in hugs on your way out the door.

I call this The Greek Goodbye - but of course other cultures have this same phenomenon, where all the grown-ups put their coats and shoes on and still they stand around for thirty minutes saying goodbye and giving hugs and kisses and then everyone pours out on to the porch and they all stand around and talk some more and then someone finally gets in the car but they roll their window down etc. etc. etc. and suddenly its an hour and a half later and you haven’t actually left.

When you finally make it out onto the porch, Aaron’s hand hovers over your back as you step down the stairs to his SUV in the driveway. You, of course, drove separately, and will have to pour Jack into his carseat before you can go on your way.

You’re going to the same place, but the team doesn’t need to know that.

Jack barely stirs as you pull the seat belt around him. You pull the coats from Aaron’s arm and tuck them under his head, gingerly shutting the door after making sure he’s all propped up.

You turn toward Aaron, facing the house as you embrace. There are three heads looking at you (with about as much subtlety as a brick to the face) out the living room window. They think they’re slick, but they can’t see Aaron’s hand creep up the back of your shirt or his mouth as he whispers. “I’ll see you at home.”

I didn’t really realize how heavily this implied that they moved in together? What I tried to emphasize was the idea that home is wherever Aaron and Jack are, not necessarily the apartment itself.

The commentary that got excited about the fact that they’re moving in together did inspire me to get them to move in together, so then there’s that. Just another way yall inspire me and change this story around little by little with every installment :)

+++

Jack wakes you both early the next morning and you’re dragged by the hand into the living room while Aaron trails behind you both.

Little kids opening presents is truly a nightmare for any parent (or parent’s significant other) trying to get some of that good good before starting the day.

They were SOL this morning, but don’t worry - they get what they’re after eventually. They always do.

“Alright, Jack. What did you ask for?”

His lips press together, and he takes in the reasonable stack of presents under the tree. “I asked for a few things, but I wanted to ask for something else.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” You sit next to him, your legs folded under you, and put your arm around his waist while he loops his arms around your shoulders. Aaron’s taken up residence on the couch behind you, a trash bag in his hand.

So efficient.

Jack whispers into your ear, and his words bring a little smile to your face.

Nobody ask me what Jack actually asked for verbatim, because I have no idea. It was probably like “I want us all to be a family” or “i want you to live with us all the time” or something like that, but that’s only fast and loose with the idea of it.

I let the implications do all the talking, here.

“I think that’s something you need to ask your dad for, bud.”

His brow wrinkles. You nod encouragingly, turning him around and sending him to a very confused Aaron. Jack climbs up on the couch, and Aaron’s arms automatically wrap around him as he leans into his father’s side. He whispers, presumably, the same thing he said to you, judging from the little smile that pulls at the corner of Aaron’s mouth.

“Yeah, Jack. I think I can make that happen. Let’s talk about it some more tomorrow, yeah?”

Jack grins and jumps back down to you, looking over at his dad. “Can I open presents, now?”

Aaron nods, giving Jack permission to immediately tear into the bigger boxes under the tree. You rise and cross back to Aaron. He offers you his arm as you sit and you loop yours through his, holding onto the sleeve of his shirt - long-sleeved, on account of the weather.

Another Hallmark moment. This pose is always so cinematic to me, with one partner leaning on the other, arms looped, holding hands or holding onto the base partner’s clothes. Ugh. So cute.

I sit like this with my mom all the time, so it’s kind of the default posture when I write two people who love each other sitting close together.

“Did Jack tell you what else he wanted?”

Aaron tips his head to your shoulder, pressing a kiss to it before resting his temple against you. That’s enough of an answer for you. More cheating by not answering the question, Tali!! Nice!! Your cheek presses into his hair and you watch Jack unearth LEGO sets and a new bike helmet from his dad, and a new soccer ball with a practice net from you. He gets a couple more LEGO sets and a Wii game from his Aunt Jess.

He’s thrilled with his haul, and he forces you both down to the floor to open your presents.

From Jack, you get a framed photo. Jess took it while Aaron was in Pakistan and it’s one of your favorites. You’re both curled up in his bed wearing pajamas, reading a book together. His head rests under your chin, his arm around your waist as he falls asleep against you.

“Auntie Jess said you’d like that one and I picked the frame all by myself.”

You smile up at him, opening your arms. He tucks into you and informs you it’s Dad’s turn.

With your help, he put together a little scrapbook that covered the five months Aaron was away, as well as fun little photos of the two of them over the years. Aaron’s visibly affected, his right hand resting lightly over his mouth as he flips through the pages.

The fact that we never actually got to see the home-life aftermath of Pakistan deSTROYED ME. So, I fixed it.

His eyes are a little shiny when he looks at you first, then Jack. “Thanks, bud. I love it.”

Jack smiles widely at him. “Look in the back!”

In the back, indeed, is a new tie - royal blue, with tiny paisley detailing in white. You’re sure he has another one just like it in red, but narrow variety is the spice of life, right?

I got my dad ties for Christmas and his birthday for like...10 years straight. It’s wild that he pretended to like every single one. That’s love.

Aaron opens his arms, and Jack scrambles off your lap and into his. They sit together for a minute, and you take the time to consolidate the rest of the presents. Four remain - two for you and two for Aaron.

Jack shoves one of your gifts from Aaron at you, and you grin as you take it in your hands. It’s a little heavy, but fits neatly in your hands. You open it, and laugh out loud at what you find.

A new ankle holster...you’re kidding.

Shoutout to Kira for this gift idea!! @good-heavens-chris-evans

“Aaron, thank you!”

He huffs a laugh. “It’ll fit your Baretta - I know your old one was a little loose since you changed over from the Glock.”

You nod. “Very thoughtful. I love it.”

At Aaron’s prompting, Jack passes you the second box. This one is small, oblong, and thin. You carefully tear the paper, and find a smooth wooden box, beautiful on its own, inside. Squinting skeptically at Aaron, you open the lid. Its contents take your breath. A simple, stunning bracelet with little green stones twinkles at you, nestled in wrapping paper inside the box.

The bracelet was a total fluke idea, and I just ran with it. I’m now ridiculously attached to it and it will become some kind of symbolic device as we move forward, I think.

“I found it at a market in Pakistan - it’s from Turkey, originally, and thought you’d like it,” I’m Greek, so it hurt me a lil to make the bracelet from Turkey. However, thousands of years of tense relations don’t undermine the quality of Turkish silver - that shit is unmatched. I’ll never own any myself, but I can admire it from afar. he says. He reaches for the box and you hand it over, stunned into silence. Taking your wrist in his hand, he puts it on for you. The early-morning light through the window and the string lights from the tree reflect off of it. A little smile plays at his mouth. “To my knowledge, it’s handmade.”

You take a shaky breath, still looking at it. “Thank you. It’s beautiful.”

He ducks his head, almost shy, and you transfer your attention to his presents to save him the scrutiny. Jack, still the designated distributor, pulls the larger of Aaron’s presents toward him. It’s a decent-sized box, and Aaron leaves it on the floor to unwrap, neatly folding the paper as he goes.

It’s a new go bag, with about a million pockets, wheels on one side, and kevlar lining. It won’t ever tear or break or otherwise fail him. You found it after seeing the state of his bag upon his return from Pakistan - the poor thing was basically in shreds, and he’d been making do with a backpack and a dumb little duffle ever since.

I spare a thought for Aaron’s go bag every time I watch It Takes a Village because my God does that thing see some use.

So, just like the rest of it, I’ve fixed that, too.

The second of the two gifts is much smaller, and almost embarrassingly sentimental. He opens it, slipping the ribbons off and neatly tearing at the tape lines.

You see his sharp inhale before you hear it. He pats Jack’s shoulder, and the boy returns to your lap. His hands trace over the cover, opening it and reading the notes inside. The first, in blue pen, is his own handwriting.

Miss Haley Brooks,

Happy 25th Birthday, my darling. I figured it was high time you had a copy of my favorite novel. A selfish gift, sure, but at least I mailed it on time this year.

Love you. Miss you. A. Hotch, 1995

In the original, these are all written in different fonts! Aaron’s was Architect’s Daughter, Haley’s was Dancing Script, and Reader’s wasn’t any different from the body text.

Then, below it, in an elegant black scrawl:

Happy Birthday, Newbie!

Hotch told me you were looking for new reading material for the plane, so I figured I’d give you both a book and a key to Hotch’s good side, all in one.

Enjoy 25! I sure did.

Good luck! Haley, 2007

Finally, a new note, dated December 25th, 2011.

Aaron -

Thought it was time for this to come home. Merry Christmas.

I love you.

It’s the paperback copy of Catch-22 he gave Haley for her 25th birthday, when he was working for the US Attorney’s office in Washington D.C. and she was still in her Master’s program. You’d kept it all these years, simultaneously unable to part with it and waiting for the right opportunity to return it to Aaron.

I think Catch-22 is such an Aaron book. It’s nothing I can really eloquently articulate, but the energy is very much Hotch to a T for me.

This gift was EJ’s idea!! Thanks EJ!! @forgottenword

It was an ancient copy, and you suspected Aaron owned it long before he passed it on to Haley.

Aaron’s still quiet. Jack’s still tucked into your lap.

“I didn’t know she gave it to you. I asked, and she told me she’d given it to a friend. Never thought to ask who.” His voice is quiet, almost reverent. He looks up at you, and you can definitely see the mist in his eyes now. “Thank you for this.” The book rises in his hand and he waves it a little before dropping it back in his lap.

I also wanted to establish a little of Haley and Reader’s friendship here, however short-lived. I wanted the grief when we lost her to extend past Aaron and into their little family unit. I wanted to give Aaron someone who would understand the dynamics of Haley’s loss in a different way.

You run your hands through Jack’s hair, your bracelet catching the light.

+++

The rest of Christmas is fairly uneventful - you and Aaron handle breakfast with Jack, and Jessica stops by in the afternoon. You stop back at your house to make a couple of phone calls after dinner - touching base with the people you love where you can.

When you return to the Hotchner apartment later that evening, Jack is already in bed.

Aaron greets you with a kiss at the door and you spend a moment in his arms, your fingers resting lightly on his shoulders. The silence is peaceful, easy.

He presses a series of kisses up your cheek and over your temple. You laugh, tucking into him to avoid the onslaught.

Leaning back, you meet his eyes. “Good day?”

“Good day.” He smiles at you - one of those close-mouthed, squinty-eyed ones you love. “Ready for bed?”

This was one of those little moments for me. You know when people who love each other sometimes use really good, simple words to convey really big things? Yeah. That.

There’s something on his mind, and you’re sure he’ll tell you once you get settled. You nod, letting him take you by the hand to the back bedroom.

He shuts the door behind you and backs you into it, caging you in with his body. You kiss him, sucking lightly on his lower lip. His hands are everywhere, removing your clothes with a soft kind of reverence.

There’s a sweetness when you fall into bed together, taking notes from the snow-laden night outside. It seems to be holding its breath - hushed and muted under a quiet sky.

+++

He tosses you a pair of your pajama pants from the top drawer of his dresser after you shower and clean up (whether you re-dirtied yourselves in the shower is beside the point), and you settle into your learned rhythm. He gets into his pajamas while you brush your teeth, and then you switch. You inevitably land back in bed before he does, waiting for him as usual.

More establishing the normalcy of their relationship!!! This was a super important addition to me - also added much later. It used to end at the section right before this, but I really wanted to show the way they operate together when nobody’s watching them and they’re safe at home.

When he’s done in the bathroom, he throws himself on the bed beside you with a heavy sigh.

“I can hear you thinking, Hotchner.” You roll toward him, tucking the covers up around your shoulders.

He turns his head to look at you, lacing his fingers behind his head. There’s more going on behind his eyes than you originally thought, and you’d be nervous if you didn’t know better. “Did Jack tell you what else he wanted today?”

You nod, waiting on him.

“What do you think?”

Scooting over, you curl up against him with your head on his chest. Even though he’s on top of the covers, he drops his arms, wrapping them around you. “I think he’s got the right idea.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm.”

He rolls over, and his lips are on yours before you can blink. With a surprised little noise, you smile against him and wind your fingers into his hair. It stays fairly slow, but that doesn’t stop the heat curling through your chest and belly.

Haven’t you had enough?

Never. Never. Never.

You can’t help but enjoy him. He’s good at just about everything. “Aaron,” you whisper. Immediately, he pulls back, watching you with a knit brow. “What time is it?”

With a little laugh, he turns around to look at his bedside clock. “Just after one. Why?”

“Do you think we can remember the date?”

After I figured out they started dating on the 26th, I had to figure out how to fill the time between the evening of the 25th and the 26th. Initially, I was going to let them have this conversation over breakfast, but I also know these two never shut up when they’re in bed together, so it seemed as good a time as any.

Also, I added some implied good-good grown-up time to fill the space between like...10pm and midnight. Sue me.

You can tell he’s not exactly following, but he’s willing to hang in and figure it out. “December 26th? Yeah. Why?”

It’s ridiculous, but you feel suddenly shy. “I just think it’s an alright anniversary date, don’t you?”

Realization dawns on his face, and he attacks your lips again, unable to keep the smile out of his kisses. You laugh, throwing the covers off and climbing over him. You don’t really have an agenda, but the lack of contact after your romp was driving you nuts. He looks up at you, taking your face in his hands. “You wanna do this?”

You nod. “Yeah. I do.”

“And you’re in it for the long haul with us, right?” You can see the nerves pulling at his brows, the latent insecurity creeping into his face. “Me and Jack?”

Say it with me, kids! Aaron is insecure about being an older, single dad and Reader must always reassure him at this point in their story. There’s more to come on that front, too.

Soothing it as best you can, you reply. “Yeah. I’m in if you are, Aaron. For real. For you and Jack.”

He takes a huge breath. With a start, you realize he’s not really able to speak. His lips press into a thin line, and for the third time that day, tears threaten at the corners of his eyes.

Nothing shocks Aaron more than the idea that someone wants him, loves him, and wants to stay with him. Haley like...fucked him up. He’s also got some of that insecurity and doubt built into his character, so I like to thing even with Haley he didn’t feel good enough, or deserving. The way the divorce went down probably left him feeling like he was right all along.

You drop down, laying yourself flush against him. “I love you, you big idiot.”

Your ridiculous comment has the intended effect - he laughs a little. It’s watery, but he wraps his arms around you again and kisses the top of your head. “I love you so much.”

“I’m so sorry it took me this long to make up my damn mind.”

He shakes his head. “It’s okay. I’m just glad you did.”

“I mean,” you continue, “I already kind of had my mind made up, but I was really scared it would become real real.” You tip your head up, propping your hands under your chin. “I forgive you for everything. I do. That’s really all I needed to figure out.”

It’s also important to me to establish the way they fight and forgive each other - the push and pull of it. There’s a lot of that in life, and I wanted to demonstrate that as much as I could.

One of the things I wanted to emphasize by keeping them in this kind of liminal state for a couple of months was the importance of trust. Reader didn’t completely trust Hotch when he got back from Pakistan, and that thought alone was super unnerving. So even the concept of a lack of trust deepened the problem itself, if that makes sense. (It’s one of those “if you have to ask” moments - like the very premise of the problem is actually the thing you have a problem with.)

I have no idea if I’m making any sense at all lmao.

He hauls you both up, and you find yourself straddling his lap with his hands laced together at your lower back. “Thank you.”

You frame his face with your hands, your fingers tracing over his cheekbones. Corrupting the silence of the moment seems wrong, and you’re afraid you’ll say something stupid if you open your mouth again.

He leans forward, and you catch him, pressing your forehead against his. There are two words floating through his head, but they’re too much, too soon, too big. So, he settles for three. “I love you.”

We picked up on what those two words were, right? It’s a big question, and it’ll happen eventually, but I wanted to lay the groundwork for how early on Hotch knew that he was done. It’s one of those Jim and Pam “I bought [the engagement ring] a week after we started dating.”

He just knows. And that’s super cool. He won’t actually do it for another two years, but its super cool.

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This scene was also a last minute addition because even with dinner, it still felt too short.

The next afternoon, you pack up the car with Jack’s other present he gets to open with the family, as well as your present for Henry and another for Penelope.

It’s tradition that you all draw names out of a hat for each other - there are far too many of you to get gifts for each other willy-nilly, so Aaron put a system in place after Penelope suggested it. That way, everyone gets one gift, and the kids get presents from all the grown ups.

The kids are delighted, and the adults aren’t completely broke by the end of it.

This is how we do Christmas presents in my family! There are so many cousins that we have to draw names or otherwise it gets ridiculous and people get offended lmao.

Stepping back into Dave’s house for the second time in as many days, you were immediately bombarded by Henry, itching to get his hands on your present.

“Alright, kiddo, you’ve got one here from me and one here from your Uncle Hotch, okay?”

He nods, taking both unwieldy boxes into his arms. On little legs, he trots over and places them under the tree. Aaron takes Jack’s and Penelope’s presents out of your hands and you snag Jack’s sleeve as he passes you, crouching beside him.

“Remember what we talked about, right? We don’t want Henry to feel left out okay, so as far as he’s concerned, this is the first and only present you got from me this year, right?”

He nods, grinning.

“Good boy.” You pat his shoulder, and he presses a lighting-quick kiss to your cheek before jetting off to the living room.

It’s always fun to watch Jack and Henry open presents. They’re thrilled, and more than once Jack runs up to you to show off whatever he’s got.

You’re on the arm of the couch beside Aaron, with Penelope on the floor at your feet and Derek in the chair next to you. Eventually, it’s time for the grown-ups to open their presents.

Derek goes first, with a present from Spencer. Inside the beautifully-wrapped box (you suspect JJ’s handiwork) is a new pair of headphones.

Penelope opens your present - a new feather-topped pen and a whimsical mug from a case in San Francisco a few months ago, as well as a new security key for her numerous external hard-drives.

Emily gets a gorgeous maroon scarf from Penelope and gifts a new pistol grip and toolbox to Will, while JJ receives a bottle of her favorite expensive wine and a new set of frames for the photos on her desk from Aaron.

JJ gets Aaron a new coffee maker for the apartment - he’s thrilled - and Spencer opens his first-edition copy of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy from Dave with much fanfare.

You open your box from Derek, and it’s a new set of fleece pajamas and a blanket for the plane. He leans into you, and you kiss the top of his head by way of thanks.

Figuring out what to get everyone was a NIGHTMARE, but I am proud to say I did it all on my own!!!

The afternoon is full of leftovers and laughter. After much begging, the kids wiggle another Christmas movie out of their parents, and you settle in for the duration.

Aaron covers you in a blanket as the sun sets, and you take the opportunity to gather Derek closer to you for the excuse to lean into Aaron. Under the blanket, you take his hand. His fingers pass back and forth over your knuckles.

If anyone asks, your distraction is the result of the snow falling outside.

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“No way!” Jack launches himself out of his chair and throws himself into his dad’s arms. “Really?”

“Really.” Aaron finds himself laughing as he looks over at you. “Is it okay if we all spend a little more time together, the three of us?”

Jack whips his head around to look at you, and you move into the chair he previously occupied, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay having me around with your dad, bud?”

A grin breaks out across his face. “Yeah! It’s just what I asked for!”

Aaron does a great job re-emphasizing the importance of keeping this just special for the three of you. Jack is completely on board - he completely understands that all the grown-ups are in each other’s business all the time, and sometimes it's nice to keep things to yourself for a little bit of peace.

Discretion is no new concept to the Hotchner household, and for that, you’re grateful.

That concludes our director’s commentary! Up next, I have a request to do some commentary on Metanoia, so that one will be up sometime this weekend.

#anon reply #tali answers stuff #a joyful future #tali provides commentary #that'll be the tag for this stuff i think #since we're chillin in the third person #may as well go full-tilt u know

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Jolly Holly, a Buddie fic immediately after the fall finale

With all the mistletoe hanging around, at some point Eddie and Buck had to end up under some. And if it doesn't come to pass, then someone will have to take matters into their own hands.

Will a stolen moment at the Christmas Party lead to something more?

Buck drags him down the fire station’s stairs, Eddie chuckling at the excitement splashed across his face. Their station’s stand-in for a dalmation. If he grew a tail between blinks Eddie bets it would wag fast enough to blow him away. Although not really. The tight grip cutting blood off his blood flow and turning his hand purple needs jaws of life tearing through it for a chance at freedom.

Freedom was overrated in his opinion.

“Where are you taking me?” he asks, feet stuttering in the wake of Buck’s haphazard pulling.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” Buck tells him, “...not far.” They turn the corner around the ambulance and Buck slams against the side. Eddie knocks into him, drawing further laughter from them both.

“Okay, okay,” Eddie says, creating space between them with a gentle shove. Hand lingering against Buck’s chest. “I’m here… why?”

Buck sucks his bottom lip under his teeth, glancing away from Eddie. He tries to see what drew the other man’s attention but the ambulance blocks them from view of the entire firehouse. A private corner for only two.

“Well…” he starts without prompt, startling Eddie. “We’ve been here for a few hours now and… you have yet to thank me for planning this whole get-together.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, head lolling to the side and resting against the ambulance’s side. Thunk . “And this is how you want it? In private?”

Shrugging, Buck mirrors his pose. Birthmark pinching with his smile like an adorable kidney bean. “Didn’t want you to embarrass yourself in front of everyone when you fell to your knees in praise.”

“Oh, yeah,” his knees buckle slightly. Eddie sags halfway and widens the already great height difference between them. “Thank you Evan for making this one of the best Christmases I’ve ever experienced on this Earthly plane. For making it so I didn’t miss spending today with my son and ensuring that he won’t grow up hating me and when I’m on my deathbed he’ll be there with tears in his eyes!” His snickers grew the more he spoke, until Eddie’s vision blurred from squinted eyes. Buck leans forward and laughs through quiet huffs, arms wrapped around his stomach. Eddie’s hand trails down Buck’s chest and latches onto his arm. Limply dangling, holding on with a finger or two.

“Something like that,” Buck says, wiping at his stretched cheeks, “I mean, I didn’t do this all because of you. Nice that you think so, though. Makes me feel better about my big head.”

“No one’s head’ll ever be bigger than yours… Buck .” He lightly scuffs his friend’s chin with his knuckles while he pops the ‘B’.

The bright smile shudders for a beat, sliding into a pout. But like a roller coaster it climbs high and returns to where it was. “So much for gratitude…”

“Gratitude?” he scoffs, “you mean my plaintive thanks wasn’t enough for you?”

“Well… if we’re talking…”

“What? What else could you want?”

Something tickles his forehead. Eddie glances up and finds a sprig of mistletoe waiting. His heart bounces up into his throat and wedges itself tightly, not powerful enough to choke but makes each swallow hurt. “You want a…”

“A kiss,” Buck says, soft like the leaves against his skin, “That’s all.”

“A kiss?”

“Yeah… you can say a lot with a kiss. Figured it’d beat you trying to find the perfect words to thank me with.”

Eddie’s lips thin into a firm line. “How long have you been hiding that?”

Buck brings the mistletoe closer, inspecting it. “Swiped it after our picture… it was hanging over us, then, y’know. Could’ve made you kiss me there. But like I said… didn’t want to embarrass you too much in public.”

His eyes nearly roll off his face. “You’re too much, Buck.”

“You mean you’re not gonna kiss me?”

“You think you deserve it?”

“I mean, a little,” Buck says, other hand showing off its finger and thumb, a scant inch of space separating them. “Coordinating all of this with Athena behind everyone’s backs… working with the group home to get all the kids here… promising Abuela I’d be her date at the next senior potluck if she told me what presents Christopher already had waiting for him so I could buy him a little gift.”

His legs wobble of their own accord, Eddie glad for the ambulance’s support. Reminded of Christopher in this moment, how his face lit up brighter than a Christmas tree’s when Buck revealed the present. “It’s my second favorite thing,” he told them, “after being able to spend the day with my dad…”

Buck dragged Christopher into a hug, finding Eddie easily over his son’s shoulder. The expression on his face so tempting mistletoe would be an excuse but not the reason.

“That,” Eddie says, voice low and gravelly, “that, uh… that was a hefty price to pay.”

“Worth it to see how happy it made him,” he shrugs, “how happy it made you .”

Eddie leaps towards Buck and catches him off guard, the mistletoe bouncing at their feet. His hand cradles Buck’s face, keeps it still so their lips can crash into each other. Buck’s nose tickles Eddie’s cheek. Tiny jolts cascading from the point of contact and spreading through every nerve. He imagines Buck looks shocked, but can’t muster the strength to open his eyes from when they slipped close.

Luckily, when Eddie pulls away, Buck’s remain shut. They flutter open a second later, awe shining like he stole the sun and trapped it in his gaze. Its warmth melts the block of ice his heart became, allowing it to melt to where it belongs. “What…” Buck whispers, “what was that?”

He barks a short laugh. “A kiss. What you wanted.”

“I didn’t think you’d actually go through with it!”

“I’m not one to back down, Buck,” Eddie smirks, slipping two fingers past his collar to curl around his neck, “Are you?”

Buck grins, trembling hands dancing at his sides. “Hell no. C’mere and shower me with more of that gratitude.” “Without mistletoe?”

“We never needed that weed.”

Eddie agrees, Buck’s lips draining the remnants of his will to fight. One taste like shotgunning forty cans of eggnog at once, the rush dizzying. They turn, Eddie pushing off the ambulance and splaying Buck’s back against it. Hands that grazed hips flew upwards. Tugging at his hair and squeezing his bicep. He grins into the kiss, tracing the sharp angles of Buck’s face and following a path lower. Massaging the one part of the other man that’s only curves.

“ Oh ! Oh, I’m sorry -”

They crumble, Eddie tripping over himself in shock. He stares at May, the younger girl frozen by the edge of the ambulance. Her eyes dart from the ground to Eddie to Buck and to the ground again. “May -”

“I, I didn’t mean to intrude,” she says, face heating up, “Mom needed Buck to help with dishes - part of the deal he made with her that he’d clean up if she set up. Denny saw you two come down here, and since Harry was playing with Chris she made me come over and check and - if I had known you two were…”

“Mistletoe!”

Both May and Eddie glance at Buck, the other man burning a shade similar to their firetruck. “What?” she asks.

“We were, we were caught under some mistletoe,” he explains, kicking at the near-forgotten decoration, “And, y’know what happens when two people are under… are under mistletoe…” Buck seizes, hands snapping and pointing in a series of aborted gestures that worries Eddie. Neither respond to his antics, however, and the panicked expression shifts into resignation. “Yeah, I’ll be up their in a moment to clean up.”

“Okay…”

“And May,” Eddie calls to her, attempting a smile, “maybe keep this on the low?”

She sighs, “Sure. I mean… it was mistletoe.”

“‘Atta girl.” He waves goodbye, waiting until May fully disappears to give Buck his full attention. Eddie moves closer to him, approaching cautiously like he would a wounded deer. The other man rubs at his eyes, quietly muttering to himself. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah,” Buck tells him, “Just completely mortified at having a teenager catching us acting like -”

“Like teenagers?”

“Yeah…”

His hand hesitates near his shoulder, unsure whether or not he should close the gap. “This,” he starts, sweetness in his mouth sharply decaying into bitterness, “this… you were okay with this, and - and what we -”

“Yes,” Buck cuts him off, throwing his hands off in further panic. Drawing him in with wide eyes. “Of course,” he continues, “I… I liked it. I really like it… But, I’m not sure if I’m ready for the whole team to know -”

Eddie relaxes, squeezing Buck’s shoulder. “They won’t. May’s a good kid, she’ll keep this under wraps until we’re ready.”

“You think?”

“I mean maybe not forever ,” he levels with him, smirking, “Athena’ll probably get a whiff that something’s up and it won’t be long before she figures it out.”

“That sounds like her…”

“So,” Eddie shrugs, thumb rhythmically brushing against his shirt, “maybe tonight… when Christopher’s tuckered out. We can continue where we left off and… sort a few things out. And,” his face hurts from the splitting grin stretching out his lips, “I’ll even let you bring the mistletoe.”

Buck laughs, drifting towards Eddie and ghosting their lips together in imitation of a kiss. Fuels the burning desire inside for more of a taste. “ Perfect ,” he says, spinning around Eddie, “now let’s hurry up. The faster we clean the quicker we can end our shift.”

“We?” Eddie asks, following, “How did I get roped into this?”

“Remember that day when you walked into the 118?”

“Yeah?”

“That’s how!”

Eddie shakes his head at how Buck races away, hopping up the steps. He waits at the bottom. Prefers to wait and let the past few minutes soak into him. Clutches the banister when the memory of Buck’s lips. Buck calls for him. “I’m coming, I’m coming!”

Of course Eddie will help Buck. It’s the foundation of their relationship, and of who they are as people. Together they can overcome everything, including a sink full of messy dishes.

Especially when it’s the only thing keeping them from each other. The last thing.

Finally.

“Merry Christmas, Buck,” Eddie says, elbow deep in suds, fingers pruning.

Buck smiles, scans the room before blowing a soft kiss Eddie’s way. “Merry Christmas.”

#9 1 1 s3 #9 1 1 season 3 #9 1 1 fox #Evan Buckley #Eddie Diaz #Buddie #buddie fic #buck x eddie #buck/eddie

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welllpthisishappening · 4 years

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Welllp...This is Festive Fic!

Hello again, internet! ‘Tis the season for lots of food and Starbucks holiday drinks and trope-filled holiday fic, of which I have written just a copious amount over the last few years. I’m sure I’ll have some Christmas fic sooner rather than later because of who I am as a person, but in the meantime, here are some words. I hope you all get everything you want over the next few weeks with lots of smiles and enough snow in December that it looks festive, but isn’t annoying to drive in.

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Thanksgiving Fic

In Case of Emergency, Call... Killian just wants to make cookies. Alone. On Thanksgiving. What he gets is a rolled ankle and a hospital trip and a best friend worried out of her mind. (Modern AU)

To Grandmother's House We Go There’s no Thanksgiving equivalent in the Enchanted Forest, but there is a little bit of magic and that’s enough to bring a family together across holidays and realms. (Future Canon-esque)

Whistled for Icing Elsa left behind a bit of magic in the forest and the citizens of Storybrooke are ready to put it to good use. (Future Canon-esque)

Concussion Protocol The Rangers are on the road, Mary Margaret is baking pie and Emma is far more worried than she expected to be as soon as she hears Killian slam into the boards. (Blue Line)

Dinner on the Road The Jones Line finds a restaurant for Thanksgiving and a brand-new look for its youngest member. (Blue Line)

Christmas and New Year’s fic under the cut. Once again, because of who I am as a person.

Christmas Fic

To Make the Season Bright It’s just one weekend. At Christmas. In New York. With everyone there. With Killian there. It’s fine. Emma doesn’t mind – he’s always there and she wants him to be there and it’ll be good. Great, even. Festive.

She’s looking forward to it.

She just hopes she doesn’t do something stupid. Like shout feelings in his face. That probably wouldn’t be very festive. (Modern AU, multi-chapter)

It’s the Thought That Counts It was, in theory, a good idea. It was, in theory, an absolutely fantastic idea. Because there was still, sometimes, a crisis or two in Storybrooke and nothing would be more chaotic than trying to find a Christmas present on Main Street, while also trying to keep said Christmas present a secret. Ordering gifts on the internet makes sense. It’s just a few clicks and online sales and the presents will be there in plenty of time for Christmas to be perfect.

Emma and Killian are positive.

Except then the presents don’t show up and it’s Christmas Eve and plan B isn’t so much a plan as it is just a bit of pre-holiday desperation and the entire town knows what they’re up to. (Canon Future-esque, multi-chapter)

A Fair, Even-Handed, Noble Adjustment of Things Emma just wants to do something good. Give back. Maybe get a few bonus points. Metaphorically speaking. Not the last one. That defeats the purpose of all of this. But she can’t really think straight because he keeps humming and using nicknames and stealing all the flour. And she’d give up all the bonus points she’s, maybe, accumulated by, possibly, doing good if she could just remember what his name is. This is not going the way she planned. At all. (Modern AU)

Heart to Heart and Hand in Hand She was cold. She was tired. She did not want to be ice skating. She wasn’t really ice skating. She was just…kind of standing there – while getting yelled at by security guards and stared at by her boyfriend and they were being pushed off the ice. Not literally. And Emma knew she was being a Grinch or, maybe, just Max the Dog because she wasn’t in control enough to be a Grinch, but Killian wanted to go ice skating and well…fake it ‘til you make it festivity, right? (Modern AU)

The Gift Receipt It genuinely makes sense in her head. After all, Mary Margaret is being Mary Margaret and Emma just needs five seconds to herself and for her friends to get off her back and saying she can’t talk to Killian Jones because she and Killian Jones once went on a very bad date is the perfect excuse. It’s also not true, but whatever. It works. Until Emma needs to bring someone home for Christmas. To get the entire town off her back. So, she comes up with another plan and another lie and pretending to get back together with a guy she was never actually with will make their inevitable break-up incredibly easy. It makes sense. Seriously. That is, of course, until Killian agrees and there’s far too much pie and radio hits of the 70s and opinions on animated Christmas classics. It gets a little more complicated after that. (Modern AU, multi-chapter)

Older Now, But Not Done Hoping Killian Jones has lost his festive spirit. It’s been forcibly removed by corporate America and private developers and how much alcohol the customers at his bar drink every night. Although, he supposes, that means he’s making a profit, but that also feels a little Scrooge-esque and he doesn’t have time for visits from ghosts.

Because he’s suddenly got a whole schedule in front of him, written out and planned by his roommate. To reclaim their mutual and collective festivity. Together. Oh, and he’s in love with her. At Christmas. And all the time, really.

This is going to be great. (Modern AU, multi-chapter)

Kiss Her Once [For Me]

To say that the last year has been hectic would be the greatest understatement in the history of the modern world. Or, like, libel. In print, it’s libel.

Because the last year has been filled with political promises and campaigns and far more press conferences than Emma realized were possible. And now, with Washington D.C. ahead of them, the only thing Emma really wants is to figure out how many boxes she’ll need to move all her stuff.

That is, of course, until Killian finds her sitting in the middle of Regina’s hallway, a distinct lack of alcohol in her system, and the guarantee that he’s got a plan. For fun. Of the festive variety. It includes mistletoe. (Modern AU)

A Few Days Off for Christmas “How long do you think a person can go without sleep before they succumb to complete madness?” “Eleven days,” Killian responded immediately. Emma’s head jerked back, eyebrows pulled low and the bags under her eyes somehow felt heavier. “Why is that a thing you just know?” “I didn’t until somewhere in between Calgary and Vancouver and Scarlet thought it would be hysterical to find out how long I could actually go before passing out on the ice. Bad jokes, it seems, are some kind of trend these days.” (Blue Line)

Dropping Gloves...in the Name of Festive Fashion It’s probably one of the more ridiculous things any of them have ever done. It’s also one of the better ideas any of them has ever had – it’s festive and in the spirit and the fans will love it. And maybe it’s kind of fun because it ends with another win and some positive press before the break and Phillip’s jacket is really just…a work of fashion art. The way Emma laughs at his jacket and sweater combination a few hours before puck drop is just a bonus. (Blue Line)

All Knotted Up He’s never actually done anything like this – brought a girl home for Christmas. No, not just a girl – Emma. Emma was coming to the brownstone for Christmas and the entire Vankald family would be there with traditions and bread pudding and there had to be gifts.He needed to buy a gift. Or, at least, get a gift. And the list of people who wouldn’t laugh right in his face at the idea of Killian Jones, captain of the New York Rangers, freaking out about that was growing more and more slim by the minute. (Blue Line)

Have Your Cake [And Eat It Too] Killian can't seem to stop moving. It's a nervous habit. He's a little nervous. Because they've been waiting forever and he's been waiting forever and he really just wants them to be a family. Officially.

Emma needs to keep moving. To win. She's very competitive. And she's needs a distraction. Because they've been waiting forever and trying a bit longer and she really just wants them to be a family. Officially

Or: Another quasi Out of the Frying Pan sequel with the legal system and Kitchen Stadium.

A Spark of Piracy Late-night blanket theft inspires Killian to remember his piratical beginnings. (Future Canon-esque)

Santa-Con Emma and Killian join their friends for Santa Con in midtown, with surprising results. (Modern AU)

New Year’s Fic

We'll Take a Cup (defense) of Kindness

It's one night. New Year's Eve. And a whole list of rules. Because Regina might have actually lost her mind. Or maybe that's just Emma. Because they've played a million games in two days, or it's at least felt that way, and planning an outdoor practice a few weeks before the Olympics seemed like a good idea at one point. Now it just seems insane. So she's going to wear this dress and kiss her boyfriend. A lot.

He's good. Better than good. Great. The greatest. It's New Year's Day and, yeah, sure it's freezing, but Killian hasn't actually tried to push Scarlet on the Subway tracks yet so that seems like a step in the right direction. So he's a little distracted a few weeks before the Olympics, but that's fine. It's good. Or it'll be good. Eventually. Soon. In the meantime he's probably just going to kiss his girlfriend. A lot. (Blue Line)

#cs ff #captain swan #captain swan fic #captain swan ff #everyone tell me what their favorite starbucks holiday drink is

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alicialeila · 4 years

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I Saw Mikoto Kissing Tatara (Underneath the Mistletoe Last Night)

Merry Christmas & happy holidays, mikototsu folks! My nanowrimo fic isn’t ready to be posted yet, so I hope you’ll settle for some silly Christmas fluff.

I look forward to another year of celebrating mikototsu together!

mikototsu, rated G, 1.4k

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Anna rolled over in bed. She was sleepy and warm, on the cusp of falling asleep, but she couldn’t quite. Maybe, she thought, it was because she’d had one too many sugar cookies tonight. Tatara had slid her the plate of freshly-baked cookies all night, and they had been so warm and sweet, shimmering with red sugar sprinkles, that Anna hadn’t been able to resist. “It’s Christmas Eve,” Tatara had whispered, like that meant she could do what she wanted. They’d had a Christmas party tonight, bar HOMRA decorated with pretty, sparkly garland and a tree covered with red ornaments.

Anna had never celebrated Christmas before she came to live with Mikoto, and she still doesn’t quite understand why they do now. When she’d asked Tatara, he’d grinned and said, “We should always take the opportunity to have a party!”

“But Christmas is tomorrow,” Anna had said.

Tatara had stroked Anna’s hair gently. “Then we can have two parties.”

So they’d eaten the sweets Tatara had made, and exchanged small gifts. Tatara has put on some music, and the HOMRA boys had tried to sing along, even though they didn’t know the words, increasingly off-key as the night went on. Mikoto had sat on the sidelines, like always, quietly watching, but Anna could sense that his red was warm and happy, and it had soothed her, too.

Perhaps that was why now, Anna didn’t want to fall asleep. She could still feel that happy red glowing downstairs, even though the party had dwindled. She always liked to see Mikoto like this, so she rolled out of bed and snuck her way to the top of the steps that led down to bar HOMRA.

From the top step, she could peer down into the bar and get a clear view of Mikoto and Tatara sitting at the bar. Rubbing at her sleepy eyes, she was about to get up from her perch, satisfied with her quick glimpse, until Tatara leaned over to kiss Mikoto on the lips. Anna tilted her head curiously. She knew what kissing was, of course; Honami used to kiss her on the forehead before bed, and princes kissed princesses in her storybooks all the time. But, innocently, she wondered, which was this?

Climbing back into bed, she let Mikoto’s red envelope her like a soft, warm hug, and told herself she’d just ask Tatara about it tomorrow.

* * * * * * * * * * *

The next morning found Totsuka at HOMRA, mixing pancake batter, humming one of the Christmas tunes that he couldn’t get out of his head. He was making enough to feed all the HOMRA boys, because there was no doubt they’d be wandering over this morning in search of food. They probably should have all just slept over so they could have enjoyed the morning together, but Totsuka wouldn’t complain, since the privacy meant he could have alone time with Mikoto.

Totsuka himself had slept on the couch last night. He had fallen asleep curled into Mikoto, and had woken up alone, to a blanket keeping him warm instead of Mikoto’s furnace-like heat.

The first to arrive was actually Kusanagi. “Morning,” he said, shrugging off his coat, cheeks pink from the cold winter morning. “You sleep here last night?”

“Yep,” Totsuka said casually. “Just fell asleep.”

“Right.”

It wasn’t that they were hiding the new state of their relationship. It was more that everything had progressed so naturally that they’d never really talked about anything, including when or how to tell everyone.

Kusanagi poured himself a cup of coffee from the pot that Totsuka had already prepared, and clapped Totsuka on the shoulder in silent thanks. “Anna not up yet?” he asked, taking a sip from his mug.

“No, not yet. I expected her up earlier than this, but I guess she did stay up pretty late last night.” Totsuka had red and green food coloring ready for Anna’s batch, because he thought she would enjoy a festive design.

The boys trickled in after that; Yata and Fushimi came in not long after Kusanagi, bickering about something or other, with Kamamoto trailing behind them. Eric was the last to arrive, quietly sliding into the booth beside Kousuke.

Finally, the stairs creaked as Anna led a sleepy Mikoto down by hand. Totsuka’s heart fluttered as their eyes met, so he quickly looked down to focus on his batter. He wondered how it was possible for someone to give you butterflies when you’ve known them for years.

“Morning, Anna,” Totsuka said cheerfully as she took her usual seat at the bar. “Are you hungry?” She nodded weakly, and Totsuka noticed that she was staring at him intently. He was long used to Anna’s peculiar moods and behaviors, and he knew that he would probably just have to wait her out. He slid her plate of festive pancakes in front of her and asked, “Everything okay?” She hesitated, and then nodded again. Totsuka considered her expression; she didn’t look upset, exactly, just thoughtful. “Okay,” he said, digging into his own plate. “You know you can tell me, whatever it is.”

Anna set down her fork, her face almost comically serious. “Tatara,” she said quietly, “why were you and Mikoto kissing last night?”

Totsuka almost choked on the bite of pancake he had just swallowed. He expected there to be a chorus of shocked gasps and confusion, but nobody had even looked up from their own plate, and Totsuka, relieved, thought that maybe nobody had heard her question. He met Mikoto’s sleepy eyes and then cleared his throat. “It’s Christmas,” he said with a forced chuckle. “There was mistletoe above us!” He pointed vaguely to the garland hanging above the bar. “It’s bad luck not to kiss when you’re standing under mistletoe.”

He patted himself on his back for the steady delivery, and internally fist-pumped when Anna merely nodded with a quiet, “Oh.” He thanked the gods for the gullibility of children, even one as intelligent and mature as Anna.

But then Yata made a noise of protest, slamming his fork onto the table. “Eh?” he said, mouth still full pancake. He swallowed, then said, “Then how come I’ve seen you kiss in HOMRA before we decorated? Right over there?” he pointed at Totsuka’s favorite couch, where he took most of his naps. Yata was grinning, and Totsuka felt a stab of betrayal.

Fushimi, sitting beside Yata, snickered. “And outside, too, when you go on ‘smoke breaks’.” Fushimi made air quotes.

Totsuka sputtered, but then Chitose piped in. “Or that time we were walking home and you said you had to stop at the convenience store, but I saw you kissing in an alleyway.” He chuckles. “Classic.”

Totsuka hadn’t noticed that Kusanagi had stepped out of the room, but when he came back in it was to Totsuka’s gaping mouth and a room full of laughter. “What are we talking about?” he asked warily.

“All the times we’ve caught Totsuka-san and Mikoto-san kissing,” Yata replied, and Kusanagi didn’t even bat an eye.

“Ah.” He grinned. “One time, we went to the movies, and I went to the bathroom, and when I came back they were making out like teenagers. I didn’t know what to do, so I went to get popcorn and hoped they’d be done when I got back.”

Everyone chuckled at Kusanagi’s story, and when Totsuka looked over at Mikoto, he was sipping his coffee, seemingly unbothered by the fact that they’d long been found out. After he’d willed his heart rate to slow, he said, “If you guys already knew, then why didn’t you say anything?”

“We were waiting for you to say something,” Kusanagi said.

“Right.” Totsuka bit his lip. He was strangely touched; that was almost respectful, he thought. “Well, I guess this is us, uh, saying something. ”

Kusanagi smiled, and then he turned to Yata. “So who won, then?”

Totsuka blinked. “Eh?” Kamamoto pulled a folded paper from his wallet and opened it up to scan its contents. “Fushimi,” he said. The boys all groaned, and Fushimi smiled smugly.

Totsuka watch as everyone got up to hand Fushimi their cash. “You guys…” Totsuka said in disbelief, then he pouted. “None of you deserve pancakes,” he said petulantly. “You’re all on the naughty list.” Internally, he was making plans for revenge against them all.

Everyone chuckled, and Totsuka heard Mikoto laugh beside him. The sound warmed him, and even Anna was smiling contentedly, no longer looking so serious. This, Totsuka thought, was why he liked celebrating every holiday he could, because it was an excuse for them to all be together like this.

(Meanwhile, Anna was thinking that Tatara hadn’t really answered her question, and so maybe she should ask Mikoto, instead.)

#mikototsu #k project #suoh mikoto #totsuka tatara #my fic #christmas drabble #christmas fluff

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glamrock-lizardman · 4 years

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🅱lease give us the director's cut of ccacc,,,,,specifically about how you developed all the oc's! anything tidbits about them that you wanted to work into the story but didn't make it? i love and would die for any of them 🥰

hsfjlhgsds thank you for the ask omg

I really wanted Bakugou to have a huge family and I was super worried that the amount of OCs would be something people didn’t like but I’m really glad they have been so enjoyed! A lot of it is actually based on my own experience with a huge family and even more specifically my mom’s side of the family who actually happen to be Jewish even though my fic is completely Christmas themed jfjdgshlks I celebrate both. I usually end up being the shepherd of the children in the family so a lot of Bakugou’s experienced are based on my own shit like how my cousins once grabbed me by the legs and pulled me off the couch to drag me into another room to play Mario instead of talking to my aunt. Although no one (except the grandpa) are specifically based on anyone in my family their whole energy comes from years of get togethers with them. Actually every Passover we play a game called hide the matzoh where we have to find pieces of matzoh my uncle hid AND he does allow hand to hand combat in this game so we all basically kill each other for the winnings of 5 entire dollars. One year I had to ice a bruise on my jaw from when my brother jumped from a swingset onto a trampoline and then onto my back. Just some wild times. The grandpa though it highly based on my own grandfather who loved to cook and was a very kind man.

Masato is actually based around my younger brothers. I have three brothers and two of them watch bnha including the youngest one and a lot of the dialogue is actually based on actual shit he says to me. The whole energy drink thing in chapter 2? Completely his brainchild. I’d die for him. Actually me and my siblings have cosplayed bnha to comic con because they like it so much. I really wanted there to be someone who was a superfan of Katsuki as a hero and wanted to be a hero as well but at the same time I wanted Katsuki to grow up with a huge pressure on him of being the person in the family to have the most useful quirk which is why I decided to make Masato so young. I also just wanted Katsuki to be fiercely protective of him.

Satomi actually came from the fact that when I was first coming up with the characters I was a closeted bisexual even though most people in my life would be completely accepting of that but it was still scary to me to tell everyone. Writing the whole scene of her coming out to Bakugou actually helped me a lot to just work through that which sounds WILD but it helped.

The twins were from my need for an agent of chaos and then I took trouble and made it double. All the quirks were ideas workshopped between me and my editor but I actually think their quirk is one of the more clever ones we came up with.

As far as the older couins go I felt like there had to be people that were closer to Bakugou’s age that could REALLY level with him but somehow still have their younger sister be the Responsible One (tm). Airi was the closest in age to Katsuki so I felt she was the one who had to irk him the most which would include her playfully trying to steal his man just because she thinks its funny to make him mad. Riku meanwhile was just meant to have the most chaotic dad energy while Mai is just right smack in the middle of these two personalities.

Altogether I just wanted to create a family that were absolutely insane but UNDOUBTEDLY loved each other wholeheartedly.

There were a few scenes that ended up not included in the fic so here is a short list:

-Katsuki asking where Shouto is and panicking when he is told that he is helping in the kitchen. He then runs off to find that of course Shouto had accidentally set something on fire.

-During the snowball scene the twins were actually supposed to tell Shouto the rules of the game and they were going to completely lie about it since Shouto had never had a snowball fight. This was going to result in them throwing actual chunks of ice around that Shouto had made and Katsuki was gonna stand there yelling about how they are gonna kill somebody.

-Masato and Todoroki were actually supposed to not get along at first because they were both competing for Bakugou’s attention.

-When someone mention’s Endeavor to Todoroki he was supposed to start shoving cookies in his pockets saying ‘Sorry, but I have to go’

-Shouto was actually supposed to not even know what mistletoe is and was going to later ask Bakugou why he suddenly kissed him

-Mineko was supposed to have a cat that followed Shouto around

-Shouto was supposed to make a gingerbread man of Gerard Way instead of Satomi

-Shouto was supposed to get surprised by being asked how he and Katsuki got together and was going to completely use a plot from an actual romance movie that left Airi to point out the exact movie that it was while Todoroki just shrugged saying he never heard of it while Katsuki is just banging his head against the table

-Aunt Akasuki got Mitsuki a shirt for Christmas that said ‘BITCH’ and Katsuki got one that said ‘SON OF A BITCH’

-Mineko gave Katsuki a bag of activated charcoal as a ‘you got coal for christmas’ joke and Bakugou just goes off about the health myths about it

-Katsuki gave the twins actual cans of spraypaint

-I have an entire B plot about dabi that literally isn’t even mentioned in the fic its so so so so lightly hinted at in the epilogue

-In later years Masato and Eri attend UA at the same time with Masato as a first year and Eri as a third year. It’s not mentioned in the epilogue even though the epilogue goe into the future of bakugou, todoroki, and the family.

#todobaku #bakutodo

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writerman · 4 years

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Twilight Secret Santa Gift Exchange

Hello, @randomdemi I am your Secret Santa for the @twilight-secret-gift-exchange

I’ve written you a fic of Jasper and Alice being cute and Christmassy and I truly hope you like it!

Happy Holidays!

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Word Count: 774

Theme: Christmas and Romance.

Characters: Jasper and Alice

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You’re On Thin Ice, Baby!

The festive period usually wasn’t different from any other time of the year for the Cullens’.

But with the addition of Bella and Renesmee to the family, the festive period was taken on with a more enthusiastic approach… thanks to Alice, of course.

Jasper sat back in his seat and watched as Alice danced and twirled around the room paper streamers in both hands. The gold and red paper fluttered behind her before it was strung up across the ceiling and Jasper took a moment to watch his love, her excitement radiating off her in waves.

She had created a wonderland of Christmas in a matter of minutes.

Garlands of holly had been placed carefully over the surface of the piano, wreaths hung upon the walls, and the extra fun addition of hidden mistletoe was set about the house and had already caught many visitors and family members off guard.

Poor Carlisle had shared one too many cheek kisses and hugs with a myriad of guests including some very hungry and festive wolves who had taken it all in their stride.

The good cheer in the room put Jasper at ease and he decided that to say thank you to Alice for her dedication to the decoration he would take her somewhere just the two of them.

And he knew just the place.

It had taken some doing, dragging Alice from the house and the rest of the decorations, but Jasper had convinced her that the tree did not need to be perfect and that letting Renesmee decorate the tree with her parents was a nice family tradition that she did not need to help with.

As much as she had hoped to stay she could clearly see the eagerness in his expression and relented almost immediately allowing him to whisk her away out into the early evening.

The snowfall that year had been heavy and the cold that would usually bite at the skin of any normal person seemed only to dance over them as they moved with ease over the snowdrifts and through the woods.

“I’m surprised you haven't realised what is going on already.” Jasper teased, his gaze set on Alice while he dodged through the trees with ease all the while awaiting her answer.

Alice only responded with a smile but said nothing until they broke through the line of trees and into a clearing that usually housed a quiet little lake- in its place, due to the winter, lay before them a simple natural ice rink with a few non-natural additions.

With the aid of Emmett, who strangely had needed no convincing to help Jasper, hundreds of lit candles were set around the lake in small clusters a soft and sputtering glow emanating around them.

Music played softly from somewhere, almost undiscernable to any human ear but loud enough for the vampires, and Alice swayed gently to the melody as she took in the natural beauty of the frozen lake.

“Care to dance with me, my lady?” Jasper moved to Alice’s side lifting a pair of pristine white ice skates up almost to her eye level. When Alice plucked them from his grip they shared a long look and Jasper could feel the adoration for him coming off her in waves.

It may have been only something small and, perhaps to some, a lazy gift but Jasper knew his Alice well knew that it was not the simplicity but the thought that had gone into it. After all was said and done, they knew they had always been meant for one another and as he thought this their lips met in a short yet sweet kiss.

“A dance would be lovely, thank you for such a beautiful gift,” Alice could only whisper out her words still enamoured with her love and the scene that was laid out before her. “This Christmas has already been so perfect but this has made me so happy just like you do.”

“Let me help you into your boots and we can dance for as long as you wish, dance the night away until the stars begin to fade and a new day comes into play.”

The world around them scarcely existed as they twirled and glided over the ice the soft sound of Salut d’Amour filling the air perfectly accompanying the lovers.

When the snow began to silently fall again and the candles sputtered out the two still did not stop and when the world went dark their eyes were still so steadily trained upon one another.

At that moment it truly felt like love could never die.

#Twilight secret gift exchange #Twilight #Jasper Hale #Alice Cullen #Christmas #Flash fiction

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atlas-tries · 5 years

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Heyyooo Atlas!! I wish you would write a fic where Sora and Riku took a break away from all the chaos. Like, in a modern au they’d just drop everything on a winter break and drive across the country (or not, just a few towns over) and they’d go to a cabin in the forest that Riku somehow owns. Anyways, it’s well-maintained and Riku’s been stressing but he’s more worried about Sora and why he’s so quiet lately. Nothing serious, they just need a break :’3 domestic fluff, y’know?

Alrighty, you got it! Thank you for the ask and for being patient with me! :D Might be a little OOC in some parts but either way, I hope you enjoy ^^

For When the Shivers Aren’t Just From the Cold (SoRiku, 1587 words, rated G)

This whole trip seemed a little... off. Riku and Sora had been driving nonstop for the past two hours in hopes of beating the weather only to be cold-cocked by a snowstorm halfway there. By the looks of it, it wasn’t letting up anytime soon either. That wasn’t so strange. Neither were the red tail lights that stretched on for at least another mile ahead of them. The radio quietly droned the same few Christmas songs that every radio station boasted at this time of year.

That was strange.

Well, not so much the music itself, but the fact that Riku could hear it. Usually when they traveled together, Sora would be the more prominent source of noise in his car. This silence was particularly unnerving.

“So, uh,” Riku said, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, “what did you think of Mr. Hemway’s final?”

Sora kept looking out the window at the snow. It typically never took him this long to answer a question. “Sora?” Riku looked over to make sure he was alright. Wait, were his ears always this red? Riku turned the heat down a little, thinking that it might help Sora cool off.

Finally, he replied, “It was pretty easy, I guess. I didn’t really like... oh, which one was it...” Sora tapped at his forehead, “number 32, about what themes were present in that excerpt.”

Riku chuckled. “Yeah, me either,” he said. And once again, the conversation died out. It had been like that all day today, ever since they got to the university at around 9 this morning. It was now around 7 and completely dark, save for the artificial lights surrounding them. The lack of natural light and the stress of college classes were enough to stress over. Worrying about Sora on top of all of that was enough to tip the scales in favor of an impromptu vacation. At least traffic was moving now, even if the snow hadn’t let up a bit.

Once off the interstate and down several back roads, Sora finally spoke up. “Hey Riku, do you think there’ll be enough snow for us to play in?”

“Hmm, I think there will be by tomorrow”, Riku replied, glancing over. A small smile had snuck its way on Sora's face. Oh thank goodness, Riku thought, maybe it was just my imagination after all. The two turned onto a narrow snow-covered driveway that was nestled in between the surrounding sections of evergreen forest.

"Your place is so far out in the middle of nowhere. How do you not get lost?" Sora chuckled.

Riku smiled, relaxing a bit. He didn't even realize he was this tense. "It wouldn't pay to have a cabin in the woods if I forgot where it was, would it?"

"Hehe, I guess not," Sora said, tucking his hands behind his head in typical Sora fashion. Riku could swoon on just how cute Sora was when he was being himself. "Are we almost there?"

"Yes, oh ye-of-little-patience." And sure enough, the house was just beyond the curve, nestled comfortably among the woods and snuggled up in a thin blanket of sparkling snow. Riku turned the car off and popped the trunk. "Come on, let's get all of this inside before we freeze to death," he teased.

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“Wow, Riku, I never knew you had it in you to make something like this!”

Of course, Sora had to scope out every corner of the cozy log cabin as soon as they stepped inside and turned the lights on, including the stone fireplace and the empty refrigerator. “Oh please, you’ve known since we were kids that I liked building things, how is this a surprise?” replied Riku.

Sora chuckled. “It’s not a surprise as much as an ‘I never thought he’d get around to it’ kinda thing,” he said. “Count me impressed!”

“It’s not very hard to impress you,” said Riku with a smile. “Make yourself at home. I’m gonna get a fire going.”

It hadn't taken long for the boys to get settled in to the cabin, mostly because neither Sora nor Riku had bothered unpacking anything in the slightest. They just slung their bags in the bedroom, forgotten amidst the chaos. Even the cooler full of perishables sat disregarded in the kitchenette floor.

Sora busied himself with unpacking the half-thawed groceries while Riku made it his mission to check the chimney for anything that may have holed up in there for the winter. Thankfully, it was creatureless, but the firewood stores in the house hadn’t been replenished. So that’s what I forgot to do last time, thought Riku. Riku went to grab more wood out of the firebox back behind the cabin. He shivered at the biting wind and snowflakes that clung to his hair and eyelashes, but nonetheless retrieved two armfuls of firewood in record time.

By the time he made it back inside, Sora was huddled on the couch under a giant blanket. Neither of them particularly liked the cold, but Sora seemed to be taking it a little harder. “Cozy over there?” asked Riku sarcastically.

“M-Mmhmm,” Sora sputtered.

“Liar.”

Sora stuck his tongue out at Riku, which Riku smiled about. Always such a kid. He started stacking the wood and some kindling in the fireplace, then lit it. The fire was a little slow to start but picked up nicely after a minute or so. Soon, the whole cabin would be nice and toasty. Until then though…

“Hey, let me in, I’m cold too,” Riku said, nudging Sora.

“Nuh-uh, you big meanie.”

Riku completely disregarded Sora’s protests and nestled into the blanket beside Sora. “We’ll warm up faster if we huddle together.”

Sora pouted. “I know.”

Riku wrapped his arms around the smaller boy, hugging him tightly to his chest. Sora melted into the embrace and the shivers stopped. Riku smiled and placed a gentle kiss on Sora’s hair. Now that the two were comfortable on the couch, Riku turned the TV on to some cheesy romcom they both liked.

It was awhile before Riku broke through the droning on the TV. “Hey Sora?”

“Yeah?”

Riku suddenly felt a little unnerved. “Um, earlier today… You were acting really different,” he said.

“I was?”

“Yeah. I could actually hear the radio playing in the car today with how quiet and still you were being.”

Sora thought a moment, then looked up at Riku. “Oh, that. It’s just been a little rough this semester, what with all the finals and planning this trip and work and going home for Christmas,” he replied. “And uh, maybe… planningasurpriseforyou.” He mumbled the last part, but Riku understood.

“A surprise, huh?” Riku chuckled, idly petting Sora’s soft, spiky hair. “I can hardly wait to see what it is.”

Sora sat up suddenly and moved to face Riku, and Riku missed the warmth his body had provided against his torso. “Since you, um…” Sora started. Riku couldn’t help but noticed how the warm fire light flickered against his friend’s face, highlighting him in an orange glow. Only now did he noticed the blush that adorned Sora’s cheeks.

“Take your time,” Riku reassured, even though he was fairly sure where this was leading.

Sora closed his eyes and thought a minute, the blush never leaving his face. “I know we’ve never really talked about this before… But uh… You know how we’re really close?” Riku nodded. “What if we were… closer?”

Riku narrowed his eyes a little. “What do you mean?” he asked.

Sora scratched at the back of his head, clearly nervous. “I mean…” he steeled himself, sitting up a little straighter, “I’ve uh, had feelings for you for a while now, and when you said that we were going on a short trip, just the two of us, I knew I had to say something.”

Riku nodded, his own cheeks suddenly burning. He had expected Sora to confess to him; he was terrible at hiding his emotions, especially with Riku, but he never expected it to come this soon. He was unsure of his voice when he said, “Sora.”

Sora’s gaze never left his, ever earnest in his behavior. “Y-yeah, Riku?”

“I have a surprise for you, too,” he said, “but I need to go get it. Give me a minute and I’ll be right back.” Sora nodded, rosy cheeks illuminated with firelight. Riku untangled himself from the blanket and ran into the bedroom. He threw open the closet door where all the cabin’s Christmas decorations and spare blankets were stored and started rooting through a small box near the top. He pulled a small object out of it, replaced the box a little shakily, and ran back into the living room.

Riku stood behind Sora, the tiny bunch of mistletoe prickling at his skin, itching to be put into use. He nudged Sora and held the fronds above his friend’s head. Sora turned around. “Riku, what’s th-“ His voice failed him when his eyes landed on what Riku had in his hand. Riku capitalized on that moment of silence to press his lips lovingly to Sora’s. After a few moments, Sora melted back into Riku, clutching desperately at his shoulders. Riku worked an arm around Sora and placed a hand at the back of his head, deepening the kiss.

After what felt like an instant and an eternity, the kiss broke. Both boys looked at each other with awestruck wonder.

“I love you, too,” Riku softly said, pulling Sora close to his chest again. “Merry Christmas, Sora.”

#edit: had to reformat parts of it #atlas answers #soriku #soraxriku #sora x riku #my writing #thanks for asking!

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squigglysquidd · 5 years

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#24 for the fake dating prompt, please :)

Fake Dating Prompt

24. we accidentally meet under mistletoe and share a kiss, but now everyone at this party thinks we’re dating and I feel too awkward to correct them so hold my hand

I decided to do this for a non-fic Shakarian because this prompt wouldn’t really fit into any of my current fics. In this case, I’ll keep Shepard as ‘Shepard’ instead of give her a first name so that there’s no confusion :)

Shepard never really could go all out during Christmas. She liked the holiday, perhaps better than all the others in the year, but living on ships made it very difficult to ever get into the holiday spirit with grand celebrations and decorations. Sure, sometimes the ship she was on at the time would decorate the mess or a common room for the crew, but it never had the kind of grandeur that she saw in the vids.

When Kaidan come up with the idea to decorate her recently acquired apartment, however, Shepard couldn’t help but agree. She left the actual planning and decorating for him to delegate, seeing as how he grew up in a family that apparently even dressed for the occasion. She helped and following someone else’s lead even on this little thing felt good for a change, letting her relax during their practically mandatory shore leave away from the Reaper war.

Even her non-human crew got into the seasonal spirit when they found out, agreeing to come and make merry and even some joining in on the preparations like when Tali dragged in Garrus to help decorate while she and EDI prepared Egg nog and came up with a dextro equivalent or Liara who brought along Glyph to design and hang up lights so that they flickered and shown in a special pattern throughout the apartment.

Shepard had no idea where they managed to find a tree, but it was nice silhouetted against the flashing lights that shown through the drawn blinds from the Strip. Its pine smell filled the living room where they pulled aside the piano to set it up and though there weren’t many presents, she felt like those she did manage to get for everyone held enough significance that she didn’t feel so guilty over that one particular part of the holiday not being up to par with Kaidan’s work.

She had just gone over the plans for music with Kaidan and Glyph to make sure nothing too obnoxious would be piped over the apartment’s speakers when she turned around and nearly walked right into Garrus, a man who had become a true friend and source of support throughout the entire journey with her crew. Though it took some convincing, everyone managed to hound him enough to convince him to leave the apartment long enough to return to get dressed in something besides armor before returning just in time to start the party and, looking at him, Shepard was glad she had the back up because he looked actually comfortable for perhaps the first time in a long time.

Good. Maybe he can leave the war at the door like I have and give himself a chance to breathe.

Chuckling, Garrus grabbed her shoulders when they nearly collide and smiled. “I gotta say, Shepard, though I don’t really have any sort of idea what this Christmas is about, this place definitely looks ... festive.”

She smiled back to him and looked around the apartment. “Yeah, it’s definitely like the movies I’ve seen. So, if you want to know what Christmas looks like, Kaidan did a hell of a job.”

He hummed as his gaze followed hers. “I can’t say I hate it .... Reminds me of some turian celebrations ... a little.”

Snorting, Shepard looked up at her tall friend but froze when her sight traveled above him to catch sight of something she definitely recognized. No matter how big or festive a Christmas celebration was, Shepard always found that they included one little thing meant to get people in the spirit, It didn’t take up much space and was as easily recognizable for a Christmas party as a Christmas tree.

“Something wrong, Shepard?” Garrus hummed in concern and followed her gaze before looking back down to her in confusion.

“Uh ... yeah,” she said, giving a slight huff of nervousness as her cheeks grew warm. “It’s just that that,” she explained, motioning the mistletoe above, “has a particular tradition with it.” Biting her lip, her eyes take in her best friend’s face. “A mistletoe usually means you kiss whenever two people happen to stand together beneath it.”

She wasn’t sure how he’d really react, not entirely, but his glance upwards and soft chuckle before smiling down at her wasn’t it. His mandibles fluttered slightly before he gave a slight shrug and said, “Well, we’re here to celebrate a human Christmas together, and I intended to follow all the customs even though I’m not really ... human .... So what do you say we follow this one?” He cleared his throat and finally dropped his hands from her shoulders. “If you want to, of course. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable ....”

Shepard laughed, the sound a bit breathless and nervous. Of course, she wanted to follow that particular tradition for a Christmas party ... with him anyways. And if he was offering? Well, she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Especially not on Christmas, the season of giving.

Smiling, she nodded and motioned him to get lower while she lifted onto her toes. “Well, it’s pretty simple, Garrus,” she said as she cupped his face to balance themselves in this slightly awkward stance given their height differences. He even laid his hands on her, one against her ribs while the other gently cupped her elbow, and he purred softly as he let her guide him in the act. “A kiss is when we press our lips together, but here, we’ll just have to improvise.”

“Just like we always do,” he joked, though he even sounded a bit breathless, as if in anticipation.

Shepard bit her lip for just a moment as she looked at his mouth plates, wondering how exactly it’ll work, but leaned forward anyways. When her lips touched his plates, she found a warmth there and it made up for the lack of plush lips as he slid his hand along her arm to lay over her hand.

The kiss lasted only a moment, but when she pulled away from him to let them return to their comfortable heights, she opened her eyes that she hadn’t known she’d closed. Catching sight of the others in the apartment, she saw quite a few quickly stop from staring, some even sharing whispers or giggles.

“Well, if that’s not a bad sign, I don’t know what is,” Garrus said with a rumble of amusement as his gaze takes in the others in the apartment.

Shepard chuckled. “They probably think we’re ... ya know.”

He huffed and smiled at her. “It certainly seems that way. They seem pretty happy about it too.”

Chuckling, she felt herself blush furiously. “Well, I guess we should just play along.”

“How?” He asked, raising a brow plate and she chuckled again, shrugging.

“I don’t know .... Hold hands or something?”

Smiling, he thrummed and laughed softly. “Sounds like a plan.”

#Shakarian #fake dating #non-fic shepard #female shepard #garrus vakarian #female shepard x garrus vakarian #femshep x garrus #prompt #christmas #mordinette

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xukunstellation · 5 years

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Under the Christmas Lights || Lin Yanjun

Title: Under the Christmas Lights Pairing: Suni x Yanjun Genre: fluff Word Count: 1072 words Summary: The best gift you could ever ask for Christmas is none other than the love of your life Yanjun.

A/N: This fic is dedicated to Suni of @prismatic9! Hello, love! I’m your Secret Santa! I’m terribly sorry for the long wait for your gift, but I wanted to make sure this came out perfect for you. I hope you have a Merry Christmas and that the new year brings you lots of love and joy. I hope you enjoy this!

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It was the night of Christmas. Snow descended from the heavens, blanketing the entire world and turning it into a white kingdom. All was still outside as everyone basked in the warmth of their own homes, huddled around a buffet of food and exchanging gifts. If you listened carefully, you could hear the distant sound of people singing carols at the top of their lungs, the sweet and cheery notes being carried through the wind.

Unlike the other houses filled with family and loved ones alike, one home remained peaceful and cozy, but still just as merry as everyone else. The inside of the home was decorated from top to bottom. Red and white tinsel wrapped beautifully around the railings of the staircase paired with several wreathes spaced out between the spindles. A cute smiling little elf statue holding a present stood at the bottom of the stairs.

In the living room, rich green garland decorated with red ribbons wrapped around the perimeter of the roaring fireplace, spreading warmth throughout the room. Lights looped around the entire room in an array of festive colors, illuminating red, green, gold and white light. An array of sweets sat on the table including cake, chocolate, candy canes, and of course, cookies and milk for Santa. A couple of scented candles were lit throughout the room, filling the room with the soft scent of vanilla and cinnamon in the air.

In the corner of the room stood an 8 foot tall spruce tree. A couple of presents laid underneath it, excited to be opened later by its recipients. However, it was completely devoid of any decorations.

At that moment, a young woman nearly stumbled into the living room carrying two heavy boxes that completely obstructed her view. One step forward and she nearly knocked over the nutcracker toy on her left. Just as the top box was on the verge of slipping over, swift hands easily caught the box and saved her from what otherwise would have been a disaster.

“You know you could have asked me to grab the decorations, right?” Yanjun questioned her.

Suni smiled sheepishly, adjusting the last box in her arms. “I figured you were busy in the kitchen, so I thought I’d save myself the trouble of taking two trips to the attic by carrying them all at once,” she said.

Yanjun tsked, gesturing for her to place her box on top of his. With much more ease, he helped her bring the decorations over to the bare tree. Suni bent down to open the boxes, revealing a variety of ornaments, tinsel, as well as some more lights.

“I’m so excited to finally decorate this tree after weeks of putting it up,” Suni happily expressed, picking up some gold tinsel, “even though Christmas is over tomorrow, but you best believe it’s staying up until New Years.”

“How come you didn’t just decorate it on your own earlier?” Yanjun questioned, juggling a few ornaments causing Suni to glare at him in warning.

“Careful! Those are the only ones we have and I’m not about to go out into the snow to get some more.”

“Babe, you worry too much. It’s fine-” he began saying before...

Crash.

“...I’ll go get my coat.”

Unamused, Suni shook her head with a loud sigh and tugged him back to the tree. “Just help me decorate this with what we have left, you idiot. To answer your question, I wanted to wait until you were done with schedules so we could decorate the tree with each other. It’s our first Christmas together.”

Giving her a soft smile, he pulled her to him by the waist and kissed the top of her head. “Thank you, babe. Sorry for making you wait so long.”

With that said, the two divided the decorations between themselves with Yanjun handling the tinsel and lights (for obvious reasons) and Suni in charge of placing the ornaments on. Yanjun, being the grown child he is, pretended to use some gold tinsel as a lasso like some kind of cowboy before twirling it around Suni’s figure and using the tinsel to pull her to his chest.

“Excuse me, sir. You’re supposed to wrap that around the tree, not around me. We’re never going to have enough time to unwrap presents if you keep fooling around,” she chuckled, lightly smacking his face with the end of the tinsel.

Yanjun shrugged, “I’d rather unwrap you.”

Cheeks flushing pink in embarrassment, Suni pushed his entire face away with her hand. “You’re definitely on Santa’s naughty list this year, perv.”

“Oof, how could you hurt me so?” The male feigned hurt, dramatically placing his hands over his chest.

Rolling her eyes playfully, Suni returned to strategically placing the round bulbs and snowflake shaped ornaments onto the tree. After some more fiddling around, the couple finally finished decorating. With a flick of a button, the lights on the tree twinkled beautifully against the green boughs. All that was left was to place the star at the top of the tree.

Yanjun held the glittery gold star in his hand, wiggling it playfully. “Would you like to do the honors?”

Suni grinned at him with excited eyes and took the star from him. Feeling Yanjun’s hands on her hips, he easily lifted her up high enough so that she was able to swiftly place the decoration perfectly at the top of the tree. Instead of putting her down, he carefully maneuvered her around so that her legs wrapped around his waist. Naturally, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he held her up.

“How did we do?” he hummed, tilting his head to look into the eyes that he adored so much.

Suni smiled in response, “Amazing. I love how it turned out. This is the best Christmas I’ve ever had so far.”

“You know what would make this Christmas even better? Look up,” he instructed.

Doing as he said, Suni raised her gaze to the ceiling where a small sprig of mistletoe dangled. She laughed, of course Yanjun and place that there when she wasn’t paying attention. How he managed to do that, she had no idea.

“Seriously?” she chuckled in amusement. “You’re so cliche.”

“Sorry, I don’t make the rules,” he sung, “Merry Christmas, beautiful.”

Under the Christmas lights of the tree they decorated with love, the couple happily shared one of the many special kisses to come.

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Daisy and Luigi 25

fifty ways to kiss someone. send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours…

AWWW YEAH TIME FOR A BELATED CHRISTMAS FIC. I’ve been looking forward to writing my first Christmas fic for a while now. And now I finally have the chance to do it! I’m so excited!!

BUT FIRST! Some Italian lessons!

Fa freddo = “It’s cold.”Principessa = “Princess”E = “And”Fa neve = “It’s snowing.”Per certo = “Of course”Buon Natale = “Merry Christmas” (I HAD TO INCLUDE THIS ONE.)

Also wow sorry this took literally all day. But I hope you enjoy it! I hope it’s real cute!!!!!

Luigi and Daisy, #25: “As a ‘Yes’.”

It had been a little over a month since Daisy had been flown to the Mushroom Kingdom per her parents’ request. After Tatanga’s invasion of Sarasaland, their daughter needed to be somewhere safe while they dealt with the aftermath and reconstruction themselves.

Even so, it meant that the princess would spend her first Christmas away from home, away from her family. She was deeply saddened by this; it was one of her favorite holidays of the year, which meant she would miss nearly every tradition her family carried ever since before she was born. Most of all, she missed the days leading up to the 25th. On the very first day of December, they would trim the Christmas tree in the center of the castle gardens area that was open to the public, and light it that evening. From there, they would decorate the castle interior and even the exterior, with beautiful wreaths, poinsettias, string lights, and even little candles. Of course, nobody could forget their tree inside, either, littered with ornaments, garlands, and even some seasonal flowers. At the top of the highest bough was a glittering golden star.

Yes, Daisy had missed it all very much, and Peach could sense her sadness, too, even as the two prepared for the holiday festivities in the Mushroom Kingdom together. Only her walks around Toad Town, hearing Christmas carols everywhere and seeing the joyous spirit of others, could keep her mind off her own homesickness for a while.

It was the day before Christmas Eve, and the first flecks of snow fluttered through the air as she was just about to start her walk back to Peach’s castle. It was nearly 4:00, half an hour or so before the local businesses would begin closing up shop. This part of Toad Town was almost about empty, with nearly everyone retiring home from work for the day (the schoolchildren off on break for the next two weeks).

And once again, she felt the feelings of homesickness and loneliness wash over her again, much like a wave upon the sandy beaches of Muda. She hung her head and sighed, wishing it would go away soon.

“Princess?”

She immediately snapped her head back up. The voice came from behind her, with an accent she recognized immediately. Before she could even say hello, she felt a scarf drape over her shoulders. From the corner of her eye she caught the familiar hue of hunter green, belonging to none other than Luigi.

“Fa freddo, principessa,” he cautioned, “E fa neve. I won’t have you freeze out here.”

“I was just on my way back to the castle, actually.” She pulled the scarf snugly around her neck, blushing a little. “Thank you for this…I hadn’t counted on it snowing while I was out. I suppose I was out a little longer than I expected. Where are you going?”

“Back home, same as you.” He shyly lifted his arm. “I’ll walk with you, if that’s all right.”

Whether or not it was Luigi’s bashful offer or the bristling cold, the tint of pink in her cheeks deepened. She circled her arm around his. “Thank you,” she answered.

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The same thing always happened whenever the two walked back to the castle together: they would never take the pipe shortcut that lead to just outside the gate. Both of them were quite certain it was because they simply just enjoyed each other’s company and that they wanted to savor every second with each other before they parted ways. Today was no different, but with being so close to Christmas, there was an added bonus of walking through the beautiful snowfall, arm in arm.

Daisy had to admit it; if there was one other person besides her family and her friends that could warm her heart this cold holiday season, it was Luigi. Although it had barely been a few weeks since their first encounter, she knew that he felt the same. Perhaps in the coming days, he would let her know? Or maybe the other way around? After all, there was no time like Christmas to do so, with everyone in such high spirits.

Before long, they had reached the castle gate. “I suppose I’ll see you tomorrow evening, then, too?” he asked.

The princess tilted her head to the side in confusion. In all of their conversation regarding the upcoming holiday, she had not mentioned meeting up with him at any point the next day. “What do you mean?” she asked quizzically.

His eyes widened. “Peach never told you?”

“Told me what?”

“The festival tomorrow. There’s always a festival on Christmas Eve every year. It’s been a tradition ever since Peach’s parents began their rule together.”

“Oh…”

She sheepishly averted her eyes from his inquisitive gaze. Who would have known such a pair of sweet brown eyes could make her blush so intensely? Finally, her focus landed on the garland adorning the portico above the castle door that sheltered them from the snowfall. “She must have been so busy with everything else that it slipped her mind,” she suggested. “It wouldn’t be like her to suddenly spring something on me at the last minute.”

“But you will be there, yes?”

She looked back at Luigi, shocked at the haste and the subtle but uncharacteristic urgency in his question. Her eyes momentarily flickered back to the garland. “Well, since I’m already at the castle with Peach, then I suppose I will be there…”

One specific part of the garland caught her eye: a small leaf drifting to the ground, away from its brethren as part of the decoration. Following suit were two little white beads dropping to the ground. Her eyes widened as she realized what the plant in question was. It couldn’t have been real…but there was only one way to find out. She began removing some of her gloves. “Will you go tomorrow?”

“Per certo!” the man in green exclaimed. “Mario and I haven’t been since…six years ago now. We can’t wait to go again.”

“I’m sure you’re very excited,” she answered, her green eyes glued to the plant on the garland, palms open underneath where the berries fell. After a brief moment, she heard the crackling of branches and the unfurling of leaves. The pesky little plant was actually growing!

“What’s that noise?”

Daisy froze. It was growing too loudly! She fiddled with her gloves as she furiously wrestled them back onto her hands. “It must have been the wind,” she half-lied as she untied his scarf and placed it back around his neck, ushering him out from under the portico. “You should probably be heading home. I hear this evening’s going to be a bit blustery on your way back, and I don’t think that snow will be calming down any time soon. Good night!”

She took a few steps towards the door when she felt his hand on her shoulder. “Princess?”

She stopped and turned around slowly to look at him, almost expectantly. “Yes?”

He gulped nervously, his eyes darting back and forth until he finally spoke up again. “There’s a ball the day after…”

Daisy nodded along. “Yes…”

“And…I was wondering…”

“Yes?”

He noticed suddenly that his hand was still resting on her shoulder. He drew it back quickly, almost sharply, his face immediately growing red. “Mario and I were invited this year. And…if you wished to go…then maybe…I was thinking…”

She couldn’t help but smile at such a sweet gesture. “Are you asking me to attend the ball with you?”

“I…” His eyes ducked down from hers as he twiddled his thumbs. “…You will go, yes? With me?”

Right then and there, Daisy decided that a simple “yes” wouldn’t do. She needed to cement the idea in Luigi’s head that she would be more than happy to accompany him to the ball.

That hanging plant above their heads provided the perfect basis for that answer.

Standing on the tips of her toes, the princess let her lips press against his cheek. She felt him tense, drawing in a sharp gasp of air in great surprise, but she let the kiss linger for a split second before she broke away. “Does that answer your question?” she asked.

He was at a loss for words. “What? I mean…I don’t…”

She pointed above their heads and winked. “Buon Natale, Luigi.”

With that, Daisy blew one last kiss in his direction and exited through the castle doors. Once Luigi registered everything that just happened, he let his eyes wander upward to where she pointed. He was met with a bough of leaves and white berries.

Mistletoe.

He laughed to himself. Daisy, that beautiful and witty princess, had ensnared him in a little trap she had grown all by herself from Peach’s garlands! And she had bid him adieu with a kiss the same way he did the evening right after he first met her.

Lucky thing it had helped him earned him his first official date, and on Christmas Day, no less.

Buon Natale, indeed.

#ask me things #perla-speedofsound-adventuring #melissa writes #luigi #princess daisy #my fave #luigi and daisy #my mario series otp #bahahaha would you believe the first fic you asked me to write took me only like....an hour #lmao this took me like 10 hours maybe more #merry belated christmas!!!!

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WinterKnights - Anonymous Masterlist

This year's winterknights fest hit a fantastic total of 43 fanworks, including 7 pieces of art, 5 fic/art combos, and 31 fics. A huge thank you goes out to everyone who participated and supported the fest in its third year – you rock. Please continue to enjoy these wonderful creations and share your love with the creators below! Reveals will be going up early next week. ART ♥ When we fell in love, it snowed [Merlin/Arthur – G] They fell in love in winter. ♥ My Yule Tradition [Merlin/Arthur – G] Merlin always loved Yuletide but while Uther was king, the feast was banned from the kingdom. Therefore Arthur decided to celebrate it with Merlin secretly. Ever since that day, they kept their tradition. ♥ One Cup of Sugar, Two Cups of Magic [Merlin/Gwaine – G] Merlin and Gwaine do some Christmas baking! Or rather: Merlin bakes some cookies, and Gwaine is not very helpful. ♥ My Favourite Clotpole [Merlin/Arthur – G] You are my favorite Christmas gift. ♥ Winter Light [Merlin/Arthur – G] Merlin and Arthur enjoy their moments in the warm glow of Christmas lights. ♥ Santa is coming to town [Gwaine – G] Gwaine has a list and he's checking it twice 🎶 ♥ The Set-Up [Merlin/Arthur – G] When it's painfully obvious that two friends like each other and it reaches the point where everyone else starts an intervention that doesn't include actual confrontation that leads to a holiday lunch date with an ill-placed mistletoe. (No one will claim the idea as theirs) ART + FIC ♥ Like an Angel [Merlin/Arthur – 195w – PG-13] Merlin reminisces about his first Christmas with Arthur: a blond angel that fell from the sky! ♥ A Soft Spot [Merlin/Arthur – 889w – M] Arthur tells Merlin he wants to be more than friends. ♥ I get knocked down [Gwen/Morgana – 1248w – G] It was seemingly just another day working at the ice rink for Gwen, helping skaters stay on their feet. She hadn’t bargained on being swept off her own feet. ♥ In the Bleak Midwinter [Balinor/Hunith – 517w – G] Canon AU. Merlin turns up in Ealdor shortly after the events of 2x13, bringing a surprise guest to celebrate Yule with his mother. ♥ Ice Princess [Gwen/Morgana – 1709w – PG] Gwen’s attention is captured by the new girl at the ice rink. FIC ♥ Fried Chicken for Christmas [Merlin/Arthur – 27k – PG-13] When Vivian makes a comment to their friends, insinuating that Arthur is not the most passionate of people, hurt and embarrassed, Arthur decides to make her a homemade Christmas feast to prove that he can be romantic. After he almost sets the building on fire three times, help comes to him in the form of his neighbour from 514, a tall lanky fellow named Merlin, with two of the worst behaved dogs Arthur has ever encountered, who offers to teach him how to cook. Except, as their lessons progress, Arthur slowly comes to realise that Vivian may not be the one he really wants to cook for, but only if he has the courage to let go of all of his fears, and reach for the one thing he truly wants for Christmas. ♥ Shall We Dance? [Merlin/Arthur – 4473w – PG-13] It’s time for the Yule Ball, and Arthur has no idea how he’ll muster up the courage to ask out his crush, Merlin, so he suggests they go as just friends instead. Will it go well, or will there be hurt feelings and broken hearts at the end of the evening? ♥ Underneath the Tree Radio Mix (with some caffeine in between) [Elena/Mithian – 2398w – G] Elena's been pining over Mithian forever. Christmas may be just the time to rip off the plaster and let her know. ♥ A Present (From the Past) to Remember [Merlin/Arthur, Merlin/Mordred – 4600w – R] Merlin has searched high and low to find the perfect Christmas present for his boyfriend, but perhaps someone else will appreciate it more. ♥ turn the white snow red [Merlin/Arthur – 7300w – M] There are tears on his cheeks by the time he's finished, but he wipes them away without acknowledgement. Pointless to cry over what must be done. Pointless to waste his tears on a sorcerer. ♥ Ice Bound [Gwaine/Percival – 1279w – G] Gwaine wants Percival to share his passion for skating. ♥ Love, Patience, Valour and Aster [Merlin/Arthur – 5916w – G] It’s the night after Camelot’s Yule celebration and no one even acknowledges that it’s the anniversary of Merlin’s birth. Not Gaius, not Arthur nor the knights. Of course, Arthur seems to have decided that it’s best to start the year as he means to go on, by being an enormous prat. But is he really? ♥ Art Class [pre-Merlin/Arthur – 862w – PG-13] Merlin fills in as a model for Percy's art class; it's as bad as he's expecting, but it's also kind of good. ♥ Let it snow [Merlin/Arthur – 1001w – G] Arthur doesn't like that he has to pick up his sister's Christmas present. The weather makes him even unhappier. ♥ An Arthurian Christmas Carol [Merlin/Arthur – 8514w – PG-13] Merlin hasn’t wanted anything to do with Camelot for many years now. But this winter solstice brings with it a spirit that shows Merlin his self-enforced solitude can bring about nothing but more misery. Merlin must change his ways before all that can be is lost forever. ♥ Just a Little Push for Santa [Merlin/Arthur, various side pairings – 3411w – PG-13] So, yeah, Arthur and Merlin were ridiculous and obvious, and Gwen was drunk and absolutely not responsible for the spillage of words that came from her mouth -- or whatever consequences it brought. ♥ Merlin's New Neighbour [Merlin/Arthur – ~2600w – PG-13] Shaggy blond hair, tall, blue eyes, and the most kissable lips. And shirtless.Talk about lust at first sight. ♥ Be Of Good Cheer [Arthur/Gwen – 935w – G] Canon AU. Camlann is over, and Arthur reigns triumphant over Albion. Gwen basks in the beginning of Camelot’s Golden Age. ♥ The Longest Night [Merlin/Arthur - 3231w - G] After magic is finally legalised in Camelot Merlin wants to make amends to the gods. The Winter Solstice celebrations create a perfect opportunity. ♥ At the Skating Rink [pre-Gwen/Morgana – 717w - G] Gwen's working late, but a few late customers make up for it. ♥ First Time Santa [Merlin/Arthur – 3479w – G] Merlin's never celebrated Christmas, so, maybe - just MAYBE - he's going a little overboard in preparing for his children's first one. As in, making his house look like a Hallmark film site. ♥ Jack Frost nipping at your nose [Merlin/Gwaine, Gwaine/Leon – 1525w - G] In Holly Lane lives a man and his twin daughters and a moody tenant. These have caught the attentions of a certain Guardian of Fun, Merlin Frost, who seems to think that frost and snow are fitting gifts for Christmas. What's going on? ♥ When At First You Don’t Succeed, Try Again x 5 [Merlin/Arthur, Merlin/Will (minor) – 8500w – M] Arthur and Merlin have spent five New Year’s Eves together and have yet to kiss for various reasons: they’ve been interrupted, were ill, wanted to take things slow, had to care for a sick parent. Perhaps their sixth New Year’s Eve together will be their lucky charm. ♥ A Timeless Tale [Merlin/Arthur – 6035w – T] Bookshop owner Merlin Emrys had hoped that a Christmas eve snowstorm would mean he could go home early. But not everything goes to plan. Enter, Arthur Pendragon, the last minute shopper from hell. ♥ For Evermore [Merlin/Arthur – 1313w – PG] Merlin promised Arthur he would stay with him on Christmas and he had every intention to follow through. Even if it meant he had to Fall. ♥ Monmouth and Company [Merlin/Arthur – 7300w – PG-13] When property tycoon Uther Pendragon buys the building that houses Merlin's bookshop, it ruins Merlin's Christmas and threatens the whole future of the shop. Luckily he isn't the only one who loves this quirky place where writers can come and stay for free. His friends decide to try and convert Arthur Pendragon to their cause… ♥ Olden Days, Golden Days [Merlin/Arthur – 863w – PG] It’s December 1944 and the Hollywood Canteen is a popular spot for any serviceman looking for a respite from war. Arthur Pendragon, a soldier on sick leave meets an interesting volunteer who changes his night. ♥ It’ll Be Here for Christmas? [Merlin/Morgana – 1285w – G] Merlin orders his girlfriend Morgana the best gift, only it won’t arrive in time for Christmas, so he goes out to find another present. ♥ Oatcakes and Honey [Merlin/Arthur – 1562w – PG] Arthur's offering proves quite pleasing to one of the faerie folk. ♥ Meet Me in the Sky (We Were Waiting for You) [Merlin/Arthur, Merlin/Gwaine, Arthur/Gwaine – 3319w – G] Gwaine wants to invite Merlin to the Winter Formal. Merlin's sure the whole thing is aimed at Arthur. Arthur, of course, thinks Merlin is an idiot. ♥ wintercearig [Merlin/Arthur – 16,155w – NC-17] Rise of the Guardians fusion/AU. Arthur always wears at least three layers in the winter, and he sleeps with an electric blanket and the heating on from late autumn until the middle of spring. Of those who know him, Morgana is the only one who notices, but she knows better than to say anything. If asked, Arthur will only claim it’s because he feels the cold more than most people. It's not even really a lie. ♥ The Gift at Yule [Merlin/Arthur – 3882w – G] At Yule Arthur had started a new tradition - changing one of the laws or bringing in a new one. This year he was intending doing something spectacular. Something that would change lives. Especially Merlin’s. ♥ The Yule Feast [Merlin/Arthur, various – 17,927w – NC-17] After famine forces Arthur to cancel the Yule Feast, the knights invite their unhappy king to a special celebration of their own. It's too bad that Merlin has the night off. At least Gwaine is at the party, passing out his special spiced wine—and not off snogging Arthur's servant somewhere, thank the gods. The company is pleasant, the wine potent. But the knights are up to something, and Arthur is too hungry and miserable to deal with it. If only he could figure out what they were having for dinner… ♥ Fated [Merlin/Arthur – 792w – G] To Arthur’s surprise and annoyance, he finds his soulmate on New Year's Eve. ♥ The One That Counts [Merlin/Arthur, other – 2227w – G] Five times Arthur didn't kiss Merlin at New Year's festivities, and the one time he did. ♥ And Then It Came, A Melody [Merlin/Arthur – 775w – G] Merlin wakes up to the new year, where nothing seems to be the same anymore.

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What The Dickens?! A Fiddauthor Christmas Carol

A one shot fiddauthor fic for @tunaraptor, my @disford Secret Santa partner! Enjoy below the cut, or read on Ao3!

To begin with, Northwest Manor had been no stranger to Christmas parties in the days when the Northwests properly owned it. Naturally, those parties were exclusive only to the cruel clan’s wealthiest friends and allies; they were lavish affairs meant only to flout the Northwest’s many possessions. There were feasts consisting of meat from all sorts of endangered animals that had been killed in various nasty ways, presents for the children that had been bought from embezzling Christmas charities, and dull party games that were just thinly veiled excuses to insult each other under the guise of holiday cheer. Not a true drop of good will towards mankind could be found at these splendid affairs, as sparkling and hollow as a crystal ornament dangling from an endangered Redwood’s boughs.

Thankfully, those days were as dead as a doornail now that the mansion belonged to Fiddleford Hadron McGucket. Good fortune had smiled down on McGucket in the last few years; his inventions had given him wealth beyond his wildest dreams. This might have made a greedier man miserly, but McGucket loved nothing more than to give his fortune back to his friends, neighbors and loved ones, with Christmas being his most favorite time of all. He too liked to throw a holiday party every Christmas eve, but the guest list included everyone in town, with enough accommodations to satisfy all.

On the night before Christmas, everyone who lived in Gravity Falls, both human and magical creature alike, was at McGucket’s party. Food from Greasy’s Diner was served at the feast, lovingly provided by Lazy Susan (I can say with full certainty that no finer Christmas Dinner of pancakes, omelets and coffee had ever been seen in the history of the Yuletide season). The gnomes had formed a roving chorus of carolers that roamed the halls serenading guests with cheerful holiday carols, afterwards they would then ask for a small donation to the local children’s hospital under threat of bodily harm. Both Dipper and Mabel, who were visiting for the holidays, had taken to decorating the mansion with their friends and Gideon, who refused to leave them alone. Even Stan was in a marvelous mood, having dumped an entire flask of gold ru—I mean, “Happy Jolly Christmas Water with No Alcoholic Properties Whatsoever” into is carton of eggnog.

While all this pandemonium broke out through the house, Ford Pines was navigating the vast sea of revelers in order to find his husband. He fiddled with one of the wedding bands on his left hand anxiously, Ford never cared much for huge parties with lots of people, preferring to spend his evenings left to his own devices or, at the most, with his family and closest friends. Fiddleford was the one who loved celebrations, and yet he was nowhere to be found.

“Kids,” Ford called up to Mabel, who was standing on top of a ladder hanging a sprig of Mistletoe above one of the doorways. Her friends Candy, Grenda and even Pacifica Northwest herself were stringing garlands of holly everywhere, not particularly caring where they ended up as long as it looked festive.

“Hey Grunkle Ford,” said Mabel cheerfully, accidentally dropping the mistletoe on top of Pacifica Northwest’s head. “Whoops! Sorry!”

“Oooh,” said Candy and Grenda in unison. “Paz is gonna get kisses!”

“Get this moldy, sexual harassment weed off of me,” Pacifica sneered as she yanked the mistletoe out of her hair. She passed it off to a flying gaggle of sugar plum fairies, who later nestled the mistletoe into the hair of a pretty white haired elf, which lead to another romantic holiday tale for another time. All stories lead into other stories, and this party was a mass of stories waiting to be told, but we must focus on the tale Ford and Fidds for tonight, or we’ll lose ourselves entirely.

“Girls,” said Ford patiently, “Have you seen Fiddleford anywhere? He’s missing his own party!”

“I saw him sitting by the tree in the game room earlier,” said Pacifica, pointing down the hall to a slightly ajar door. “He looked like he was having some, I don’t know, old age introspection, so I left him alone.”

“Thanks Penny—”

“… Pacifica?”

“—Right. Sorry,” mumbled Ford absentmindedly as he made his way to the game room. “Honestly though, who names a child that?”

“Old Money sociopaths,” Pacifica replied as she turned her attention back to decorating.

Ford found his husband staring up wistfully up at the top of a magnificent Christmas tree, where high above a mechanical angel Fidds had invented gleamed in the dim light of the room.

“Everything all right, Fidds,” asked Ford, placing a hand on his shoulder. Fiddleford smiled as he placed his own hand on Ford’s.

“I guess I was just feelin’ a little blue,” sighed Fidds, “seeing the kids having a good time… I cain’t remember what Christmas used to be like when I was young. I didn’t want to spoil the party, so I just came in here to act all pensive and melancholy on my lonesome. Ya don’t have ta stay—”

“Of course I do,” Ford whispered. He took Fidds’ hand and kissed it tenderly. “Why don’t we sit on the couch together and watch the fire, maybe that’ll make you feel better?”

“Aw, I don’t wanna keep ya cooped up here,” said Fidds, gifting Ford with a smile, “They’re gonna start playing A Christmas Carol out on the TV soon, ya don’t wanna miss that.”

“Oh yes I do,” said Ford disgustedly. “Charles Dickins’ A Christmas Carol is the most trite, sentimental story in the entire canon of British Literature, and only hacks with no imagination whatsoever rely on it whenever they want to tell a Christmas story.”

… And then Ford slapped himself in the face for no apparent reason.

“Ow!”

“What cha do that fer?” asked Fiddleford, startled.

“I’m… not really sure,” said Ford, rubbing the place where his hand had struck. He smiled apologetically to Fidds, and then set his sight on an old record player sitting across the room. Suddenly hit with inspiration, Ford made his way over to the machine and put in an old album

“Truth be told,” said Ford with a warm smile as the first few bars of the Arabian Dance began to play, “I was always fonder of The Nutcracker myself.”

He offered his hand to Fiddleford.

“Would you like to dance?”

Fiddleford took Ford’s hand without a drop of hesitation. The slow, sultry sounds of woodwinds and cymbals filled the room as they danced a sort of tango across the game room floor. It wasn’t long before Fiddleford unshackled the gloom that had weighed him down like great chains of lead, losing himself completely to the music and Ford’s gentle touch.

“Where’d ya learn to move ‘round like that,” Fidds giggled as Ford lowered him into a sudden dip.

“The Dance Dimension, the one where everyone communicates through dancing,” Ford said before kissing the tip of Fiddleford’s nose.

“Y’ought ta show off them fancy moves off at the party,” said Fiddleford.

“Soon enough,” Ford shrugged as he pulled up his partner, “but I want to finish this one first.” Ford spun Fiddleford around as the music began to slowly fade away, finishing it off by pulling his partner close into a passionate kiss. It was a perfect moment.

Pity that’s the exact time the ghost showed up.

The fire in the hearth blew out as an unearthly chill engulfed the room, the door slammed itself open and closed, drawing the attention of the girls decorating in the hall. The walls rattled ferociously, knocking several of the mounted animal heads onto the floor, all while an ominous moaning began to fill the air, louder and louder until it was an unbearable pitch.

“What’s going on?” shouted Mabel over the commotion.

“I don’t know,” Ford cried back as he held a frightened Fiddleford close to his chest. “But it’s possibly a category ten ghost—you girls stay back just in case!”

The apparition finally manifest itself into physical form, bound in chains that clasped in the middle and weighed it down miserably.

“PRESTON NORTHWEST,” wailed the creature, its gruesome face frozen in rigor mortis even as it spoke in a horrible, hoarse voice.

“… What?” Fiddleford blinked in confusion.

“Ugh, Uncle Marley, dad doesn’t live here anymore, now stop bothering Mr. McGucket,” said Pacifica, making her way into the room with the rest of the girls.

“Uncle Marley?”

“Yeah,” said Pacifica, rolling her eyes, “He was Great-Great-Grandfather’s business partner a hundred years ago who died stealing Christmas from all the children of townspeople who owed him money, and now every Christmas he’s stuck warning every new generation of Northwests that if they don’t change their ways, they’ll be trapped to the same fate he earned.”

“Ohhhh, that’s so festive,” cheered Mabel.

“It gets old quickly,” said Pacifica with a scowl.

“Well,” Fiddleford stepped toward the ghost nervously, “I’m awful sorry mister, but Preston Northwest don’t live here no more. And don’t bother the girl neither, she’s a good kid.” Fidds clapped a protective hand on Pacifica’s shoulder, which made her smile. “Ain’t anybody haunting anybody here tonight. Although, yer more than welcome to join the party downstairs, there’s plenty of ghosts ya can hang out with there if’n ya want to stay.”

“Alas,” said the ghost mournfully, “I cannot rest, I cannot stay, I cannot linger anywhere—”

“Didn’t stop you from ruining my fourth grade Christmas sleepover,” mumbled Pacifica under her breath.

“I must admit this is most inconvenient,” said the ghost, scratching his chin pensively. “I was sent to herald the arrival of the ghost of Christmas Past, Present and Yet To Come, they’ll be quite put out that they won’t be able to perform their duties tonight.”

“Wait,” said Ford with a bright smile that began to glow in the darkness of the room. “Perhaps we could work something out…”

The Ghost of Christmas present was, in his entire jolly splendor, a welcome edition to the party, providing a surplus of food and comfort for all to enjoy. He and Mabel became fast friends as they lead the party to new heights of merriment, to the point where even Pacifica couldn’t help but crack a smile.

The formidable Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come wanted nothing more than to haunt Preston Northwest with visions of his terrible fate if he were to continue to be a jealous, greedy jerk, but the specter was content to postpone that frightful encounter as Candy and Grenda quizzed him on such pressing matters as whether or not Marius would give Grenda another palace for Christmas, and who Candy should kiss on New Years Eve.

Of the haunting trio, however, the Ghost of Christmas Past was the one Ford had most wanted to see.

“Can you show him a few Christmases from his childhood,” he indicated Fiddleford with a gesture of his hand, “It would mean the world to him.”

“Of course,” said the luminous child, taking both old men by the hand.

In an instant, they were transported into a series of faded memories: young Fiddleford ice skating out on a pond in Tennessee, then another scene where little Fidds unwrapped a new banjo underneath a Christmas tree, Fiddleford tucking his young son into bed and reading The Night Before Christmas to help the child fall asleep soon. Old McGucket could barely hold back his tears of joy as each scene danced before him in an instant.

“Is this all right,” said Ford nervously, “do you like it? We can stop if you want–”

“I love it,” Fiddleford croaked, throwing his arms around Ford’s waist. “Thank you… thank you so much…”

Ford gently kissed the top of Fiddleford’s head.

“Screw it,” he whispered. “God bless us, every one.”

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