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12 Days of Christmas 2024 Masterlist

here's all my submissions for the @12daysofchristmas challenge :))

just a heads up: i mark works as GN where there's no specific reference to gender, BUT i do usually write with a fem character in mind so please take it with a grain of salt

fluff ☆ (light) angst ★ smut ✧ suggestive (no smut) ✭

[Day 1] Robb Stark x Fem Reader: Wyman the Snowman ☆

[Day 2] Lee Know x Fem Reader: Can you help me out? ★✧

[Day 3] Xiao x GN Reader: We can eat the snow ☆★

[Day 4] Ranpo x Fem Reader: The World's Greatest Poker Player ☆✭

[Day 5] Ranpo x GN Reader: Little sweet ☆

[Day 6] Okazaki Kei x GN Reader: Who likes Christmas movies anyway? ☆

[Day 7] Chuuya x GN Reader: Do it properly! ☆

[Day 8] Lee Know x GN Reader: 'Cause it's Christmas! ☆★

[Day 9] BSD Gen: Last minute Christmas gifts for the ADA

[Day 10] Sasazuka Takeru x Fem Reader: What's for dessert? ☆✭

[Day 11] Luffy x GN Reader: Can we do that again? ☆

[Day 12] Astarion x Fem Virgin Reader: Would I ever hurt you? ✧

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Happy Early New Year! (In my country, is still december 31st)

A little push (''Trapped'' part. 3)

Day 8 - “❄️ Telling secrets around the fire”

South Park - Kyman (Kyle Broflovski x Eric Cartman)

Warnings: Not beta read, mutual pining

Word count: 6933

Summary: [...] No matter how he looks at it, there’s no doubt in his mind that he and Cartman were about to kiss. Not just kiss—he was about to initiate the contact. What would’ve happened if the others hadn’t interrupted? How far would they have gone? Would Cartman have responded with the same eagerness that had overtaken him? Or would he have brusquely rejected him?

Something deep inside tells him that the answer to that last question is a resounding no. [...]

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Un pequeño empujón (''Atrapados en la nieve'' par. 3)

Día 8 - “❄️ Contando secretos frente al fuego”

South Park - Kyman (Kyle Broflovski x Eric Cartman)

Advertencias: No beteado, mutual pining

Conteo de palabras: 7148

Resumen: [...] No importa como lo mire, no le queda ninguna duda de que Cartman y él estuvieron a punto de besarse. No sólo besarse, él estuvo a punto de iniciar el contacto. ¿Qué hubiera pasado si los demás no hubieran interrumpido? ¿hasta que punto hubieran llegado? ¿Cartman habría respondido con las mismas ansias que lo habían embargado? ¿o lo habría rechazado bruscamente?

Algo en su interior le dice que la respuesta a esa última pregunta es un rotundo no. […]

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Would I ever hurt you?

Day 12: Feast Baldur's Gate 3: Astarion x Fem Virgin Reader Warnings/Genre: smut, pet names, blood sucking, oral (f receiving), eding(?), piv sex, not proof read Word count: 1.6k Summary: You let Astarion drink your blood, but his feast quickly turns into something else. AN: first time posting a full on smut please be gentle ALSO happy new year!

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Letting Astarion drink your blood had become a regular occurrence, one that developed its own routine. He’d let you get comfortable on your bedroll, crawling over your tense body with his sweet touch and even sweeter words encouraging you to relax. Then his fangs puncture the sensitive skin on your neck, pain coursing through your veins as your blood leaves your body. Astarion strokes your hair, runs his hands gently through it, bringing you back to the mortal fold. But you want more.

You want to feel his arms graze your bare skin. You want to feel his fangs on other parts of your body, his tongue lapping at more tender areas… You blink fast as if that would banish such thoughts. It’s scarier, somehow scarier than trusting a vampire to not drink you dry, so you leave it.

Yet Astarion seems to be able to read your mind, for his hands move from your hair to your waist, tracing the outline of your body, they travel first down to your hips and back up to the sides of your breasts. Something ignites within you and you lean into his touch, satiating that yearning in your belly. Then you place a hand on his chest and gently push him away, careful not to use so much force that he might rip your throat out. 

Astarion releases you and pushes himself back onto his knees. He’s towering over you, kneeling between your legs, but his eyes are soft, free from their usual malice or glint of mischief. He sucks in a breath before he speaks, “It seems I’ve crossed a boundary…” he sighs, “I apologise.”

He shifts his weight, moves to stand up, but you sit up with such speed that you nearly knock your forehead against his. Your vision splinters, scattered with sparks and stars as your heart works to pump more blood around your body. Astarion holds you up by the shoulders, taken aback by your foolish and sudden movement, “What are you doing?”

“You didn’t- I, uh, I-” pausing at the mess of words streaming from your mouth, you look down and frown. Why was this so difficult? You bite your tongue, think it through, and look at him again with determination. His eyes, blood red, flicker in the nearby firelight. They’re searching your face for an answer, and you nearly choke on your words again at their beauty, but you push through, “I-I want to, but, you know,” your cheeks were uncomfortably hot now but you refuse to let your eyes wander, “I’ve never done it before.”

Astarion’s eyebrows jump, his eyes blown wide and reflecting your face clearly back at you, “You haven’t?!”

“Um…” This was definitely not the reaction you were expecting, “...No?”

He smiles. A genuine smile; it’s faint and small and disappears in an instant, but it was there. “My darling, you are so beautiful, I thought you would have used it much to your advantage, but…” Astarion leans forward, threatening to push you back into the bedroll if it weren’t for one strong arm wrapped around your back and holding you in place. Your heart stutters at how close his face is to yours now. He continues, “I don’t think I deserve it, but the thought of being your first is exciting. To hear what vulgar sounds might come from your mouth, or how you might react if I touched you elsewhere.”

They were only words, but you could feel his touch already, his cold hands setting your body on fire. You needed him tonight, you were ready, “You do deserve it, but…” there was one small problem, “I’m just, I don’t know, scared?”

“You? Of pain?” he chuckles, his free hand brushing against the fresh wound on your neck still dribbling blood. Astarion brings his now bloodied fingers to his mouth, sucking up the remainders of his feast without breaking eye contact. Then he pulls his fingers away with a pop and says, “Would I ever hurt you, dear?”

When you shake your head - no, you could never hurt me, truly - he pushes you the rest of the way into the bedroll and adjusts the flat pillow behind you, making sure you’re comfortable.

And then his hands slip under your shirt, his ice cold touch sending shivers through your body as he travels further up. One finger traces a circle around your nipple, the other hand cups your breast and plays with it gently. You’re unsure what to do with your hands at first, so you place one at the back of Astarion’s neck and pull him close, kissing him gently.

His hands travel even further up, wrapping around your back and lifting you off the ground for a moment, breaking your kiss to pull your shirt over your head. Before the fabric is even on the ground, your lips are crashing against his again and your tongue is begging to go deeper. Astarion lets you in, and you’re so lost in your kiss that you don’t have time to shy your now bare torso from him. 

When Astarion breaks away again, he makes up for it by leaving a scattered trail of kisses, bruises, and shallow bites down your neck and then your chest. He’s planted his knees either side of one of your legs now, and when he latches onto your nipple with his mouth, he pushes his thigh into you at the same time. You let out a weak groan, but with each swish of his tongue against your tit, Astarion has you whimpering. 

He wants to hear you more, so he drags his tongue further down, his lips meeting the band of your trousers. When he looks up at you through dishevelled white locks, you don’t hesitate to nod your approval. He’s pulling your pants and underwear off in an instant, peeling them from your legs and letting you kick them off your ankles. You freeze up for a moment when you realise that you’re now fully naked and powerless before him, while he remains fully clothed. But there’s nothing you can do or say before he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, pushing the other to the side as he descends upon your needy clit.

You immediately feel a pressure building in your core, only much more intense than anything you’ve experienced before. You decide you want more and roll your hips forward in an attempt to feel more of him on you. Astarion obliges, parting your already sick folds as he pushes his tongue into you. The feeling is budding, it threatens to spill, wash over you and drown you. Astarion pulls away.

Cool air taunts your aching core, the pleasure you were chasing now regrettably subsiding. You grab at the fabric of Astarion’s shirt in a feeble attempt to pull him closer, and whine “Please…”. But he just smirks at you.

“You were so nervous just moments ago,” he teases, “but you’ve forgotten it all from just a few flicks of my tongue,” he’s toying with you, but he still pulls his shirt over his head and finally reveals himself to you. You get busy roaming his skin with your hands, exploring as much as possible, while he continues to taunt you, “You’re so beautiful when you writhe around underneath me like that.”

His lips are on yours again, his tongue fighting and beating yours in a futile game of dominance. Your face burns even hotter when you realise you can taste yourself on him, but you’re distracted again when you feel Astarion tugging at the drawstrings of his pants and pulling them down just enough that his already hard member springs free. He bites your lower lip playfully and drags it out as he breaks the kiss, shifting his weight to line up his dick with your entrance. It takes all your self-control not to push yourself onto him. 

“Are you ready, my love?” he asks. 

You nod. Astarion holds himself up with his arms either side of your face, eyes trained only on you as he pushes himself into you. You wrap your arms around his neck for support while he watches in admiration as your face twists in pain and pleasure. He stops when you let out a sharp gasp, watching you bite at your lip so hard you taste blood. Astarion stays completely still inside you, giving you time to adjust as he leans down and laps at the traces of blood pooling in your lower lip.

When you finally relax a little - welcoming him - he slips in further, groaning into your ear as he bottoms out in you. And when he begins to move, the feeling is strange at first: the pain of his cock stretching you open sets you on fire and leaves you wanting more, melting into tasteful pleasure. Everytime he pulls out, you moan into his lips, not wanting to lose him from you. 

Sounds tumble from your mouth, spurring Astarion to move faster and harder with each whisper of his name. You feel that tight pressure returning to your stomach, your walls clenching around him and drawing a grunt from him as he continues to thrust into you. He’s chasing his own high still as every part of you crescendos, pleasure crashing through your body in waves. Your body falls limp as you feel Astarion finish, too, inside of you, his cock twitching once, twice, three times in your cunt.

Astarion makes no effort to move, collapsing on top of you and burying his face in your shoulder. After a few moments of silence, punctured only by the dying fireplace and your harmonising and desperate pants, he mumbles into your ear, “You feel amazing.”

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The Present

Title: The Present

Day/Prompt(s): Day 6 | Present

Fandom/Character(s)/Ship: 더블유 | W Two Worlds • Kang Chul/Oh Yeon Joo

Warnings (if applicable): Pregnancy, Implied Sexual Content

Word Count/Medium: 5,246 words + an accompanying moodboard

Summary:

While shopping for a Christmas gift for her husband Kang Chul, Oh Yeon Joo finds herself sick. Unable to hold much of any food down, she schedules an appointment to see her doctor, only to discover she’s pregnant! More than that, she’s pregnant with twins!

She’s happy, but she can’t help but worry that this may be a development her husband may not want because it wasn’t something they’d talked about - let alone planned for.

(Spoiler: She really doesn’t need to worry, her husband is all in!)

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12 days of christmas 2024 (credit to @12daysofchristmas)

day 1 (13/12/2024): okiya subaru || first snow

day 2 (14/12/2024): yamato kansuke || of memories and snowstorms

day 3 (15/12/2024): freminet || as fast as clockwork

day 4 (16/12/2024): wriothesley || the games in the warden's closet

day 5 (17/12/2024): toyama kazuha || the most important item in the kitchen

day 6 (18/12/2024): hu tao || lanterns around the christmas tree

day 7 (19/12/2024): gorou || happy little accidents

day 8 (20/12/2024): okita soshi || fighting a christmas battle

day 9 (21/12/2024): wanderer || his first christmas

day 10 (22/12/2024): kaeya || i'll be home for christmas

day 11 (23/12/2024): kudo shinichi || i want this to be our forever

day 12 (24/12/2024): morofushi hiro || tonight under the christmas lights

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tonight underneath the christmas lights || morofushi hiro oneshot

title: tonight underneath the christmas lights day 12: feast // indoor picnic by the tree/fireplace // "i baked your favourite cookie/pie/cake." // "you are all i need underneath the christmas lights." fandom: detective conan character: morofushi hiro wc: 433 oneshot (credit to @12daysofchristmas for the prompt) !!content under the cut!! a/n i don't know how to write hiro im sorry this is a bit ooc

"i can't believe you managed to convince the instructor to let you go out," you muttered in slight awe as he made his way towards you, raising a hand in acknowledgement, "don't salute to me, i'm not your commanding officer, hiro."

"force of habit, i suppose," he hummed, taking your arm in his, "shall we?"

he led you through the city, expertly weaving and dodging the crowd heading the opposite direction, eyes shining fondly as he led you to the town square, which, as expected, was bustling with people.

"i didn't know it would be this busy," he muttered, glancing down at you, "are you alright?"

"i'm fine," you hummed, leaning into him, squinting up at the bright lights above you as they flickered, changing colours, "don't worry about it, hiro, really."

"are you sure?" concern flickered in his eyes as he looked you over. "i brought you out, i don't want you to not enjoy this..."

"i enjoy it," you reassured him, dragging him to a less stimulating place, "but let's move here for a bit."

he hummed, letting you drag him along into a quieter place, resting your head on his shoulder.

"i was hoping you'd bring us somewhere quieter," he hummed, taking off the guitar case - had he brought it along? you hadn't noticed - and grinning widely at your perplexed look. "why would i not bring it along?"

"it's christmas," was all you said.

"so?" he scoffed, adjusting it on his lap and tuning it, noting how your gaze lingered on his fingers, "i want to play for you, can't i play for you?"

"you can," you muttered, "but we're in public."

"music was always meant to be played for an audience," he murmured, continuing to tune it and strumming it with a hum, ignoring how a crowd had started to gather around the two of you.

but he wasn't focused on them.

after all, you were all he ever needed underneath the lights.

"i've always preferred playing for an audience of one," he hummed, playing a familiar tune, "i don't care about them."

your eyes were on him, only on him, and his heart fluttered with ecstatic joy at that fact, at knowing that you were his, his his his his his, all his, and nobody else's. he adored knowing that you only ever looked at him, that you only ever paid attention to him.

"[name]," he muttered after the song ended, his left hand lingering over the strings and his right hand reaching out to take your hand, squeezing it gently, "i love you so much."

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"Can we do that again?"

Day 11: "I never want this night to end." One Piece: Luffy x Reader Warnings/Genre: spoilers up to fishman island arc, fluff, ambiguous relationship, smoochin', mentions of drinking, not proof read Word count: 904 AN: this might be the worst thing i've ever written

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Mermaids, mermen, and fishmen of all shapes and sizes sang and danced before your eyes, the room threatening to burst with laughter and music and the rumble of feet on the floor. It was something you’d never forget, you hoped, letting the familiar post-battle relief seep into your veins and loosen up your muscles.

Up until yesterday morning, you hadn’t seen anyone for two years. Part of you was convinced that your dangerous yet thrilling life on the seas was over, and that you might not run into your long lost friends on Saboady. But of course they would never let you down. When you arrived at the Sunny, there they all were: beaming down at you as if nothing had changed. 

Perhaps nothing had changed, after all. The past few years without them were erased in an instant upon your frantic descent to Fishman Island, and it was business as usual - fighting then feasting then repeating. You took this rare moment of peace to admire your friends from afar, nostalgia aching and eating away at your heart.

Zoro already drank his fill and fell asleep, while you winced at the face stuck to Sanji’s face as he laid in a mermaid’s lap. Chopper was next to him, frantically scolding him for yet another nosebleed. Brook - the Soul King - started performing with the band while Franky taught some fishmen fellows his signature pose, yelling at the top of his lungs, “Suuuuper!” You couldn’t help but choke on your laugh.

Your esteemed captain, Luffy, was deflating slowly after eating so much food, waving his arms about and talking excitedly with Jimbe. Ever the social butterfly, Nami chatted away to Camie while Robin sat still and listened, a small and graceful smile upon her face. Usopp soon joined in, spinning his silly but entertaining little stories.

“Why are you crying?” you look up to find Luffy, his eyes wide with innocent confusion, his body already returned to normal. When you don’t respond right away, he tilts his head and asks again, “Are you still hurt from earlier?”

You shake your head, only just noticing how the tears stung your eyes. Frantically, you wipe them away with the back of your arm, no doubt rubbing your face a little raw. He plops down next to you, taking in the same views. You wonder if he’s thinking of the same thing as you, or maybe he’s just zero’d in on how much more he wants to eat - you can never tell. That’s your captain. 

You clear your throat and say, “I gotta admit something stupid.”

“Yeah?” is all Luffy can say. He doesn’t even turn to you, mesmerised still on what’s before him.

“I’m so happy we’re back together,” you smile, finally tearing your eyes from him, “Even though we’re still going to be bouncing from one place to the other, just like always, I still… I never want this night to end!”

He throws his head back and laughs, “It never will!” he announces proudly, “We’re pirates. We’re gonna live this good every day. I promise!”

Right then, a long-forgotten feeling blossomed in your chest once more. It climbed up into your throat and threatened to choke you, for you were finally back with your friends and your captain - the future King of the Pirates, and you didn’t have to fear what would come next. This is what the past two years were for.

As Luffy’s laugh died down, his wide smile still plastered across his face, you found yourself thinking that you love your captain, who bears so much for you all with no hesitation, so much that you could kiss him. And you do.

It’s quick, fleeting. You race forward and press your lips against his, the music around you fading into the background for a moment, but sense washes over you and sobers you up fast, and you pull away. To your surprise, Luffy doesn’t seem angry or confused. His eyebrows are twisted in shock and his mouth hangs open slightly, but at least he’s not upset. It only makes you feel even more embarrassed, twisting your body away from him and hiding your now red face. “I’m sorry!” your mind races to find the right thing to say, but Luffy’s response takes you out once more.

“Hey, can we do that again?” 

You freeze. Then you slowly turn back to him, only to find his face centimetres from yours. Scooting backwards against the floor to put some distance between you, your response is scattered as you fan the heat away from your face, “What do you mean?”

“That- It felt good! I wanna try it again!” he’s smiling again.  Of course, you huff. Luffy’s actions shouldn’t surprise you anymore. But you give in, feeling yourself lean in to connect your lips again, your hand flying up to cup his cheek and pull him in closer and keep him there longer. Luffy smiles toothily and clumsily into the kiss, reminding you again why you love him so much in the first place.

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What's for dessert?

Day 10: Surprise visit Collar x Malice: Sasazuka Takeru x Reader Warnings/Genre: fluff, making out, slightly suggestive Word count: 838 Summary: You surprise each other for Christmas.  AN: japanese ppl absolutely do not eat a british roast dinner for christmas but just go with it

You and Takeru made no plans for Christmas; the two of you had more pressing life-or-death issues on your minds, but you weren’t about to let that stop you. Even if it’s last minute, and even if it’s just the two of you, you’re determined to make Takeru enjoy this Christmas (and finally eat some proper food).

So, you enter his flat, turkey and brussel sprouts in hand, and sneak straight past his room into the kitchen. He’s so busy tapping away at his keyboard that he doesn’t even notice you - perfect.

It takes hours, of course, and you mentally prepare yourself for him to walk in before you finish. Yet, predictable as ever, he doesn’t step foot in the kitchen, nor can you even hear him leave his room. I’m not convinced he’s human, you think to yourself.

You’re taking the turkey out of the oven - the final piece of your festive endeavour - when you catch a flash of green in the corner of your eye. You nearly drop the oven tray on the floor.

You only regain your balance because you’d yet to take the tray out fully. Before a serious accident can occur, you carefully place it onto the counter and push it further inwards - for good measure.

Finally, you spin around on your heels to face your straight-faced boyfriend. “Surprise!” you exclaim, clapping your gloved hands together.

“I think I surprised you more,” his voice is steady and monotonous, the only emotion displayed on his face is the slight curve of his mouth into a lopsided smirk. He traipses over and plants a kiss onto your forehead, playfully rubbing it in as his hand messes through your hair.

Takeru glances at all the food laid out neatly on the table: crisped potatoes, assorted veggies, stuffing, pigs in blankets, and a space in the middle reserved, assumedly, for the turkey.

“So this is what you were doing?” he muses. For a moment you think that, maybe, he’s impressed. “I was wondering why you were making all that noise.”

Whoops. A blush creeps onto your cheeks as you turn your attention back to the turkey, carefully shuffling it onto a plate. “You knew?”

“Of course, I knew,” Takeru sighs. He plops himself down onto a chair, “You’re not very subtle.”

“Y-yeah,” you place the meat in the middle and sit across from him, your hands a tangled and panicked mess in your lap, “I wanted to do something nice for you, for Christmas.”

“It is nice,” you hear him say. When you shoot your head up, he’s smiling. It’s that rare one you hardly see - it’s not laced with cockiness or mockery, it’s just gentle. You smile back, “I’m glad.”

By the end of the meal, your brain is foggy with the sheer amount you’ve eaten. You glance over at your boyfriend, unphased despite eating most of the food, and grow a little envious. At least he enjoyed it, that’s good.

“So,” he rests his chin on his hand, “what’s for dessert?”

Crap. You were so distracted by how long your shopping list had grown that you completely forgot to add something sweet on there. That was rule number one with Takeru, how could you forget? You jolt awake from your looming food coma with adrenaline.

“I’ll make something real quick!” you announce. You could’ve sworn there were a few baking ingredients left behind from the last time you were here - perhaps that would be enough for him. 

When you try to scramble out of your seat and beeline to the cupboards, you don’t make it very far. A hand around your wrist yanks you backwards and you feel yourself fall, air whooshing past your ears at frightening speeds.

But you land in Takeru’s lap, his free arm holding you upright to face him. His expression is unreadable - all you can see is his face so close to yours, his breath warm on your lips.

And he kisses you.

Eyes wide open, you’re too shocked to react at first. Just a second ago you were trying to remember how to make sponge cake, or maybe cookies, and now Takeru’s lips were on yours, his tongue gliding through the delicious parting your surprise left him.

You let him in, melting in his hands so easily, and thread your fingers through his messy green hair in a desperate attempt to pull him even closer.

Takeru’s hands roam from your back to your soft thighs, he smiles into your kiss when you squirm at his touch adventuring further and further up your leg, under the hem of your skirt. He takes advantage of your little gasps and pushes his tongue deeper, wanting to explore you completely.

He’s the first to pull away and you follow for a second, unwilling to let go. His signature smirk makes you pout.

“You’re sweet enough for me,” he says.

Reaching up to cup his cheek, you pull him close again so that your lips are practically touching. “Good,” you whisper, and attack again. 

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Last minute Christmas gifts for the ADA

Day 9: Late shopping Bungou Stray Dogs: no pairing! Warnings/Genre: gen Medium: shitpost(?) Summary: You’ve gotta get last minute gifts for your colleagues at the agency... (or: what I would gift them) AN: i took so much creative liberty with this prompt lmao sorry

Yukichi Fukuzawa:

Akiko Yosano:

I would spend most of my time researching the nicest sake for her because I do NOT want to cross her

Atsushi Nakajima:

Doppo Kunikida:

It was way too easy for jouno to rip up your notebook - it’ll be harder this time.

Junichiro Tanizaki:

I had no desire to go find or make an example image because I would probably get him a Naomi body pillow just to make fun of him.

Kenji Miyazawa:

Doesn't he get cold?

Kyouka Izumi:

Demon Snow would be much cooler through a walkie talkie. Over.

Osamu Dazai:

Ranpo Edogawa:

I'd literally just take him to Wilko's pick&mix. It's only £1.

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Warm up (''Trapped'' part. 2)

Day 4 - “❄️ Mulled wine”

South Park - Kyman (Kyle Broflovski x Eric Cartman)

Warnings: Not beta read, mutual pining, pre-relationship

Word count:

Summary: [...] "What exactly is this?" Kyle squints at him.

"Glühwein," Eric replies simply, taking his own mug and sipping it with a soft sigh.

"Gluh… what?" Kyle looks at the mug with a hint of alarm. Eric is sure he's identified the word as German, so he hides the amused smile forming on his lips behind the mug, waiting for Kyle's paranoia to kick in.

"Glühwein," he repeats slowly, drawing out the letters and thoroughly enjoying how Kyle squirms, clearly fighting the urge to throw the mug across the room.

"And what is that? Poison in German?" Kyle asks, sniffing the mug again. "Because it smells like cinnamon…" [...]

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Para entrar en calor (''Atrapados en la nieve'' par. 2)

Día 4 - “❄️ Vino caliente”

South Park - Kyman (Kyle Broflovski x Eric Cartman)

Advertencias: No beteado, mutual pining, pre-relación

Conteo de palabras: 7240

Resumen: [...] —¿Qué, exactamente, es esto? —Kyle lo mira entrecerrando los ojos.

—Glühwein —responde con simpleza, tomando su propia taza y dándole un sorbo, suspirando suavemente.

—Glu… ¿qué? —Kyle mira la taza con algo de alarma. Eric está seguro de que ha identificado que la palabra que acaba de decir es alemana, por lo que oculta la sonrisa divertida que se forma en sus labios tras el borde de la taza a la espera de que la paranoia del pelirrojo entre en acción.

—Glühwein —repite despacio, arrastrando las letras y disfrutando enormemente como Kyle se remueve, luchando por no lanzar la taza al otro lado de la habitación.

—¿Eso qué es? ¿veneno en alemán? —cuestiona volviendo a olisquear la taza—, porque huele a canela… […]

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Merry Christmas Twelve Days Day 12 : Feast // Indoor Picnic by the tree // “I made your favourite cookies” Glee : Kurt Hummel/David Karofsky Warnings : Fluff, too much probably Word Count : 2730

12 Days of Christmas - Kurtofsky AU Christmas Collection (In which every story takes place during Christmas time in a slightly different universe, from complete AU to slight divergence points, but all Kurtofsky)

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, or Today’s Menu : AU where Kurt and Dave got together sometime during and/or after college. I imagine it taking place in some alternate Season 6.

Kurt and Dave are spending their first Christmas together in their new apartment. They have a lovely time.

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Best Is Yet to Come Day 11 : Christmas Party/Ball // “I never want this night to end” Glee : Kurt Hummel/David Karofsky Warnings : homophobia Word Count : 612

12 Days of Christmas - Kurtofsky AU Christmas Collection (In which every story takes place during Christmas time in a slightly different universe, from complete AU to slight divergence points, but all Kurtofsky)

On the Eleventh Day of Christmas, or Today’s Menu : Kurt and Dave Power Couple AU. For Senior Year, they take McKinley by storm!

Kurt and Dave are together openly at McKinley, and what better opportunity than a Christmas Ball to rewrite some of the mistakes from Junior Prom?

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A Promise Realized Day 10 : Surprise Visit // Lighting Scented Candles // “I didn’t know you were here.” Glee : Kurt Hummel/David Karofsky Warnings : homophobia, internalized homophobia Word Count : 1927

12 Days of Christmas - Kurtofsky AU Christmas Collection (In which every story takes place during Christmas time in a slightly different universe, from complete AU to slight divergence points, but all Kurtofsky)

On the Tenth Day of Christmas, or Today’s Menu : I was going to do all different AUs, but this is Laryngitis!Kurt again. Pretty much a direct sequel to Day 2’s story “Breakdown”. Because I just like it that’s all. Closeted Jock Kurt Hummel, but barely any focus on the Titans. Just Kurt and Dave this time.

Dave Karofsky has always been the romantic sort. Having to keep his relationship hidden doesn’t exactly change that.

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'Cause it's Christmas!

Day 8: Touch starved Stray Kids: Lee Know x GN!Reader Warnings/Genre: hurt to comfort, fluff, alcohol consumption, reader drinks irresponsibly, reader wears makeup (lipstick), just a tad depressing but in a good way, not proof read Word count: 1,006 AN: for those of us who don’t want to go home for the holidays, lots of love <3

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Christmas sucks.

Christmas wasn’t about giving presents, eating good food, or smiling with family and friends. For you, it was about faking smiles, navigating shouting matches, and forgetting to breathe.

Well, you’d had enough.

This was your first year spending Christmas alone. All your friends had gone home to their warm and loving families, while you… sat. The white walls of your apartment, barren from fairy lights or tinsel, were your company for tonight. If you squinted, you might believe you weren’t drinking on your own.

Your hand held, rather carelessly, a whisky tumbler. Filled to the brim with the remainder of a nice spirit a friend left you with, the glass’ rim was stained red from how many times you brought it to your lips that night. Why did you even put on lipstick? There was no one to impress, no mistletoe to kiss under - just a burn in your throat, and another dish to scrub at tomorrow. 

One more gulp, one more greasy red stain on the glass, and you downed the rest of the drink. “I should set an alarm for tomorrow,” you’ve started thinking out loud. But you don’t set the alarm. Your phone was- somewhere, and probably dead. “I’ll only check it when Christmas is over,” you promised yourself while still sober. If you received just one message, notification, photo, of someone enjoying their time, you’d break your phone for sure. 

Still, this was better than being at home.

You put the fragile glass down on the floor with a not-so-fragile bang. Then you bundled your blankets around you, over your head and around your shoulders, until you were completely covered. It was definitely warm, but the soft fleece was just a reminder of how utterly cold you felt; no blanket could fix you. 

Knock knock.

Blinking, like an owl, you swivel your head round to face the door. It’s Christmas Eve, what could anyone possibly want? Maybe your neighbours were just being loud, or you were finally starting to hear things. You turn back to face the wall.

Knock knock knock. With more urgency this time.

“Okay! Fine, wait!” You yell. You’re trapped in your prison of blankets, sluggishly fighting your way through the soft mess. Every movement rattles your brain in your skull like a violent child with a snowglobe. It hurts, pounding behind your eyes and pulling your scalp tight. The whisky glass comes into view, in threes, when you finally break free. You curse it.

Your hands find purchase on any nearby surface - the couch, the doorframe, the coat rack (it nearly topples over), and finally, the door handle. With all your strength - a little too much - you yank the door open, “It’s Christmas Eve,” you slur with little pride, “what- Minho?”

It takes two blinks to be sure. At first, you’re not surprised he’s there, you’re just unsure whether it’s actually him. Yes, that’s the stern expression you know so well, cutting through you. Well, now there’s two of him.

“Yeah, it’s Christmas Eve,” he scoffs, inviting himself inside, “so why,” he stops when you wobble and plant your hands on his arm for support, “are you like this?”

“‘Cause it’s Christmas!” you cheer. You’re too dizzy to feel any shame. 

Minho’s eyebrows snap together at your state. What would have happened to you if he didn’t come? 

“When I told my parents you were spending Christmas alone, they asked for you to come over, but…” he sighed, looking you up and down as you pawed at his jumper, “I can’t bring you over like this.”

One arm wraps around his torso, then another, then he’s being squeezed. Tight. You knock the air out of Minho for a moment, but your face shows no sign of any evil deeds. You’re burrowing your head into the space between his neck and shoulder, the fabric of his red Christmas jumper is horrible and scratchy but he’s warm, in a way much more fulfilling than any blanket or hard liquor. 

“Then don’t,” your voice is muffled into his neck. Minho’s more taken aback by, more than anything else, the fact that you managed to hear what he said, “Huh?”

You shoot your head up to look him in the eyes. It takes a minute, they finally sink into your vision without you seeing doubles, but they’re definitely there - he’s definitely there. His face is so close to yours, you’re sure he can smell the alcohol in your breath. Hot, you think, snapping your mouth shut. “Stay here? For a bit?” you plead, “I don’t wanna be alone for Christmas after all- it’s awful,” your eyes are welling up now, tears separating Minho from your sight once more.

But he wasn’t going to say no - you didn’t even need to start crying for that. “I wasn’t gonna leave you,” there’s the tiniest bit of venom in his voice, as if he were offended you would even think otherwise, “You need to go to bed.”

“No-” your voice catches, a hiccup stops you from finishing your sentence. “Maybe,” you giggle. Minho just shakes his head, but he winds one arm around your shoulders, the other snaking behind your knees. Your stomach drops for a second as he lifts you up without a struggle or grunt of effort. You swing your legs back and forth a little, testing his balance, but he doesn’t falter. 

Then you’re in bed, and he’s pulling the covers up to your chin. Despite sitting on the edge with you, Minho makes no move to get in until you wrap your hand around his wrist and pull, hard. “Okay, okay, fine,” he wraps the blankets around the both of you. He lets you curl into his chest, your head tucked under his chin, fitting together perfectly like puzzle pieces. 

His smell, the steady rise and fall of his chest, his shallow breaths against your head, the heat from his palms pressed into your back - finally, you feel warm. Actually warm. 

For the first time ever, Christmas doesn’t suck. 

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Day 8 (12 Days of Christmas)

Title: Embrace

Day / Prompt:

❄️ Day 8; Touch starved

Fandom / Characters / Ship:

❄️ Eula / Diluc (Genshin Impact)

Warnings: mild suggestive

Word Count: 416

A/N: Also written for Writemas Day 22; this became a continuation of chapter 17 from my current WIP, but the context isn't necessary to understand. (It adds a layer of extra meaning though.)

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The familiar heat settled around Eula’s shivering body like a comfortable blanket, acting as a salve to heal any pain she had felt from the recent attack. Slowly, the discomfort and tightness in her chest melted away, leaving behind a longing she couldn't quite explain.

Wait, this warmth…

Eula opened her eyes, immediately recognizing the redhead holding her. They were surrounded by darkness, except for the glow from their visions and the reflecting white of the snowy floor.

Why are we back here?

Her initial confusion and panic quelled immediately as she found him staring at her with a peaceful smile on his face. She placed her head on his chest, pulling her arms close to squeeze him.

“Are you feeling better? You were freezing earlier,” he whispered softly into her ear.

Her cheeks flushed with a hint of pink.

“How could I be cold when I have you?”

Eula’s heart fluttered at the thought of how physically close they were, once again on the mountain that had brought them together in the first place.

Maybe I’m dreaming again about that night… but why does it feel so real?

She blushed again as she inhaled slowly, the scent of his cologne filling her senses.

Neither of them wanted to get up, especially with the rough winds pummeling snow around the area. The snowstorm seemed just as fierce as any other on Dragonspine, and they didn’t want to risk moving around and getting lost in the inclement weather. Not when this Fatui tent afforded all the shelter and comfort they needed. She hoped it was sturdy enough to last the storm.

As the winds died down for a moment, they heard the sound of crunching snow underfoot passing their tent, like those of wild animals. They stared at each other, holding their breath in anticipation until the sounds had faded, eventually letting out slow but silent exhales that left white traces between them in the winter air.

“That was close,” she whispered.

“No kidding.”

Smiles were exchanged as she studied his face in the dim lighting, taking in his features.

Even if this is a dream, I don't want to forget.

Eula pulled him in close, fingertips ruffling his hair as their lips met. Her heart raced as her tongue danced along with his. She closed her eyes, excited and desperate to become thoroughly consumed in the emotions she felt for him…

The wind started to howl around them, drowning out the sound of their muffled moans.

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“The Twenty-Third Annual Corona Christmas Gingerbread Contest.” Chapter 2

Day 7: A Little Accident

Fandom: Rapunzel’s Tangled Adventure

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4,936

It’s the Twenty-Third Annual Corona Christmas Gingerbread Competition, and Rapunzel’s got a foolproof plan that will guarantee her team a win.

Cass and Eugene…aren’t so sure.

Didn't realize I could post for a reblog late, so here it is again; thanks again to @12daysofchristmas for inspiring this and running this challenge!