#Secret Santa prompt

[lonelypond]

Secret

Wenclair, Wednesday (TV 2022), 1.2 K, 1/1

Wednesday is preparing Enid's Secret Santa gift.

No albums were harmed in the writing of this fic.

Secret

Wednesday Addams sat on the chair she used for cello practice, leaning forward, her foil in hand, rather than a bow. Music was represented by the pile of moonstone, bloodmoon, and jade green, and mahogany Taylor Swift vinyl trapped under the point of the foil. Wednesday spun the sword, slowly, but inexorably increasing the force she was exerting downward. Her father would chide her about proper sword care, Bianca Barclay would brush away all future tossed gauntlets as Wednesday would be an opponent unworthy of her rank. But Wednesday found as the point of the foil drilled through the vinyl, shattering it, a sensation of pleasure rose each time the point broke through to a new platter. Her Secret Santa gift to Enid Sinclair was recorded, the mixtape, authentically lodged on a cassette with Wednesday’s careful calligraphy listing the song and commentary list scratched onto the paper cover tucked inside. She wondered if she should have recorded the albums as they shattered as a backdrop to her commentary. She had delicately shredded the covers, cutting strips with the sharpest of craft knives, until Taylor Swift’s face became a muddle of flesh tones and dark backdrops. She appreciated Ms. Swift’s craft; what she did not appreciate was how Enid’s eyes lit up when a Taylor Swift song came on or how Enid had bouncily requested Wednesday donate a couple of rare books to the “Get Enid Taylor Tickets” auction. Yes, the books were dusty (She had hidden Thing’s favorite hand cream for that betrayal), but they were also irreplaceable. Yes, they would have made Enid’s auction a success if the billionaires lusting for them had found them, but surely transferring enough cash to buy out an entire stadium to a high schooler’s account would have raised some kind of ATF alarm. This is part of why Wednesday had given up cannons at a young age; blade weapons attracted much less government scrutiny than the gunpowder and projectile variety. Pugsley was going to have to learn to obscure the trail of his purchases. Perhaps Wednesday would start a demolition company to gift him for his next birthday.

“Howdy, bestie.” The door opened and Enid rushed into the room, a swirl of butterscotch gold and brightness that could no longer be contained by any means Wednesday had researched. Even midnights seemed brighter since Wednesday had demurred Enid’s offer to replace the duct tape. Where midnights now her afternoon when Enid was present? Was Taylor Swift a Cassandra, prophesing all the dooms. Wednesday was intrigued by that thought. Perhaps she should listen to and shatter some of Taylor’s earlier albums (Taylor’s Versions only, if available). Was this now Wednesday (Enid’s version)? If she was going to cross pollinate any features, Wednesday thought, nay prayed, could it be the fangs and not the blinding colors.

“Wednesday?”

Wednesday (Enid’s version) re entered the physical space of her body opening her eyes to discover an Enid barely the width of a blade off her nose. Blue eyes, worried blue eyes, blue eyes Wednesday would forget to swim in so the weight of her emotions would drag her to doom, looked puzzled. Wednesday flounced back, sword flipping up, Enid skipping back to avoid the tip, Wednesday throwing herself forward, to the floor, arms out, to cover the carnage she had been creating.

“Secret Santa collage.” Wednesday(Enid’s version) hissed. “Don’t ask, don’t tell.”

Enid frowned, “You’re acting…” Weird, strange, odd…all of those words would describe Wednesday’s behavior on any ordinary day so Wednesday was very curious as to how Enid would describe this.

“Silly. Silly.” Enid turned to talk to Thing, “She’s being silly. Isn’t she?”

Wednesday (Wednesday’s version) glared from where she was sprawled on the floor, across destroyed Midnights albums, shards of which cut into her ribs. Thing scuttled over to hover by her nose. He smirked. Wednesday glared.

“I was not expecting you back until later.” Wednesday (Enid’s version) in a weak attempt to cover up embarrassment, scolded Enid.”I do not think you are ready to interact with my messy side.”

“You have a messy side?”

Wednesday (Wednesday’s version) pulled off a devious smile, remembering days coated with dirt, mud, cobwebs, viscera, feathers.

“It’s a private thing.”

Enid stared, then shrugged, “Yeah, some days I just feel like making a pile of all my clothes on the bed and diving in; figures you’d prefer the floor.”

“An ascetic pleasure.” Wednesday (Enid’s version) could feel the hyperventilation start as her heart rate accelerated like an avalanche. What was she saying? Did any of it make sense? How could she get Enid out of the room before Enid discovered what she’d been up to and assumed the Prophet Swift had made Wednesday’s murder list. Well, she had, but after Wednesday (Enid’s version) discovery of the singer’s new found link to ancient prophetesses, Wednesday would draw a careful black line through the name. Future knowledge could be useful and Enid owned all the albums.

Enid reached down with both hands and easily put Wednesday (Enid’s version) back on her feet, fortunately holding on for just 32 seconds too long so when Wednesday’s (Enid’s version) knees buckled as she swooned at Enid’s werewolf strength, Wednesday (Enid’s version) managed to remain upright. Wednesday (Wednesday's version) stepped forward, broadening her shoulders, head held high, chin tilted forward, challenging Enid, daringly blocking the werewolf’s view.

Enid knelt down. Wednesday’s (Enid’s version) throat closed to keep her stomach in. Was this a proposal? Did the revelation of a less perfect side sway Enid to impulsive, impressive possessiveness.

Enid was back on her feet, Wednesday’s foil in hand, examining the tip, “It’s not the sword’s fault Bianca keeps getting first touch. You’ve been letting your defenses down.”

“It’s a trap. A trap. A plan. To win. One I thought about. A lot.” This was all babble. Wednesday (Wednesday’s version) never EVER babbled. Was never ever flustered. Wednesday (Enid’s version) grabbed the foil back, hugging it, “I always have a plan. And I never fail to execute it.” A pause. This needed something else to finish it off, something convincing. “Don’t tell Bianca.”

Pugsley would have done better, Eugene would have been more eloquent. She hadn’t even threatened Enid with defenestration. Wednesday (Enid’s version) brought both hands up to her face and the hand guard rammed her nose, eyes watering as she winced with pain.

Enid very gently put one hand on Wednesday (Enid’s version)’s shoulder, took the foil back with the other, and led Wednesday (Enid’s version) to her bed.

“You’re red, Wednesday. You probably have a fever. That’s why you’re acting so strange.”

Fever, yes, a deadly fever. Wednesday (Wednesday’s version) snarled at Thing, who was on his side, rocking with laughter.

Wednesday (Enid’s version) stopped. An idea. “Get me soup. Quickly. I’ll die without soup.”

“Okay.” Enid sounded more confused than worried, but soup was a request she could deliver on. “I’ll be right back. Lay down. Thing, make sure she doesn’t strain anything.”

Wednesday (Wednesday’s version) reached for the sword. If she rammed it through her chest with enough velocity, no further conversations would be necessary. Ever.

Enid, worried werewolf reflexes fully activated, dodged. “You’re not getting out of this world that easily, Addams.”

And the wink. And the pouty flirty smily perfect poisoned lips. And Wednesday (Enid’s version) was falling back on her bed, actually feverish, pierced through the heart, head full of ENID ENID ENID ENID ENID ENID.

Alas and most unfortunately, for her now not to be birthed future heirs, Wednesday Addams (all versions) was no Mastermind at existing in the presence of Enid Sinclair’s celestial glow.

A/N: My first for this fandom. Wenclair is currently driving my brain. Who doesn't love a good storm cloud raven/sunny day werewolf story? Written for @sapphicfest.

[pastelhooman]

[WVW Exchange Event 2023!]

"The kisses on your lash, your ears, on the nose that keeps scrunching. The kisses on your hand, on your cheeks, and the exchanging soft words waiting for the break of day."

----- ID under break -----

A total of 6 pages of comics, starting with a close up shots of vash kissing sleeping wolfwood's nose, eyes, lashes, and he furrows them a bit. an overhead shot of the two of them in a motel room, on the bed with vash leaning over wolfwood from the left, laying soft kisses on him. their legs tangled. their normal outfits are thrown haphazardly on the floor, instead donning comfortable clothes. on the outside, the very first ray of lights are yet to shine.

"what a face you're making pfft" - vash says as he grabs both of wolfwood's cheeks, squeezing them a bit. wolfwood mumbles, "There's something that keeps landing on my face, it tickles." he grabs the hand that is on his right cheek. "Well you're letting it happens anyways right?" Vash muses, bringing the hand up to kiss on its knuckles. "Good morning Wolfwood. It's almost dawn"

"… Isn't it way too soon?" - wolfwood asks, but keeps to himself the prayers he's sending to god because the the boy on top of him was such a sight to behold. Vash flops down onto him, leaving the hand hanging and lace his own hand into Wolfwood's hair, peppering kisses to the side of his face. "Yep" - he answers - "But you woke up on your own tho" - facetiously. He giggles, saying that it was a joke after a beat of silence. A sigh, "don't make me upside you first thing in the morning." Wolfwood closes his eyes, hand combing through golden strands. "Heh, how merciful~" "We have a meet up with Milly and Meryl today, remember?" Vash reminds him, which does raise some vague memory. wolfwood hums, the other hand reaching around vash's torso, hugging him. " So, the sooner we arrive, the less likely she'll chew through my head." - Vash adds. "riiiight. And you were SO urgent in waking me up." in wolfwood's hold, both of them slowly turn to the right, towards the edge of the bed.

Well, you were just soooo cute, I couldn't help it! didn't thinkk you'll actually wakE UAA-!"

the bed creaks under the sudden shift in weight as wolfwood tosses vash over and under him, arms firmly hugging him, one at his back and one at his head, hungrily dives down to kiss. "!! Wolf-! Wait-!" Vash yelps, leg instinctively curls around the other's man hip to hang on, trying his damnest to grip on his shirt as HE is now half airborne, barely has any contact with the bed on his upper body. However, wolfwood seems to have another idea as he keeps deepening the kiss, pointedly holding Vash close, hands spread guarding the back of his head as both of them are sliding off the soft fabric.

"THUD!" a resounding fall, possibly enough to wake the room downstairs, followed shortly by laboured breaths amist wet smacks of lips. Heaves and huffs of air exchanging between the two bodies when the need to breath made itself necessary. They press close, cradling each other, and are lost to their own world. After a while they had to part. Metal arm shifts through black locks, caressing down to his nape and they hold eye contacts there, with lidded eyes, strands of saliva thins then breaks.

Wolfwood pushes up on his arms, looking smugly down at his now disheveled partner: "Now this is how it's done, Needlenoggin." he remarks. Vash tries to wrangle his thoughts back in order, but strings of Wolfwood's name and a wonderous question keeps filling his mind, of whether he should risk it all and have fun for a bit more. Regardless, snapping out of his trance, Vash sourly asks, with a wry smile and an aching head: "But did you really need to roll off the bed?" "Wrong side, whoops" - Wolfwood anwers unseriously, laughing as he finds the situation quite amusing.

----- End of ID -----

[attackondrawing]

"if you want, i will accompany you until the end"

[xx-just-a-demon-xx]

happy late holidays to my stob secret santa giftee @opalobsidian-wolf! i hope you had a great new year and have a good 2024

i really liked the prompts you gave and decided to focus more on the yandere/villain stone, i hope you like it :)

(some alt versions under the cut featuring no speech bubbles and a tad bit of blood)

[aeondelirium]

Dear @elentarial, I’m your @ainursecretsanta! I hope your year is off to a great start <3

[kellterntempest]

Here is my gift for the 2023 Stobotnik Secret Santa (organized by the wonderful @panic-flavored)

I got the good luck to be matched to my super cool bestie @alchemocha who had so many lovely ideas and prompts, it was so hard to choose ! <3

"Soft jimbotnik content!! stobotnik marriage, domesticity, stobotnik Christmas reunion, stone giving Robotnik his first proper Christmas (many options I love them so much)"

[il-predestinato]

Essay #87325 on the topic of Max & Charles: Find yourself someone who loves himself as much as you love yourself.

Narcissists (affectionate) 🤗

[puppiesandnightlock]

In Sickness and Health, In Riches And Poor

A/N: My Secret Santa gift for @jonathan-samuel-smith/@dankgemestho !

“Let’s get married!” Jon announced one day on the playground. Damian, who was about a year and a half his senior, scowled. 

“Why?” 

“Cauuse then we’ll be together forever, like my mommy and daddy!’ You’re my best friend, and I love you, and that means if we get married we can live together.”

Damian felt his face heat up at the idea, but kept a firm mask of displeasure. “It sounds stupid.”

“Well, I’m either going to marry you, noodles, or Jay.”

His nose wrinkled. “You can’t marry noodles.”

The older boy’s insides twisted at the thought of his friend being with someone else. Jon was his best friend, not that pink-haired nuisance that appeared halfway through the year.

“I can too!” He pulled two ring pops from his lunch box. “See, I'll have a ring and everything.” 

The older boy eyed the candy. Well…

“Okay. I’ll marry you, then, I guess.”  He said finally, rewarded with a green ring pop.

“I have to put it on you.” Jon unwrapped it and placed it on Damian’s left hand. “Now you do the same.”

He slipped the candy on Jon's hand. “Now what?”

“Now, um…repeat after me.” Jon instructed. “I promise to be your best friend and love you for ever and ever. In sickness and in health and in riches and poor.” 

Damian sighed. “I promise, in sickness and health and this is so stupid, jon. ” 

“Say it!” The younger boy demanded. 

“In sickness and health and in riches and poor.” 

Jon held out his pinkie. “I dunno what happens after that cause my mommy and daddy cover my eyes, so we should pinkie-promise on it so that it’ll be forever.”

Ah, now here was something Damian could get behind. Dutifully, they locked pinkies and shook, before beginning to eat their lollipops. 

“What now?” Damian asked eventually.

“Well..” Jon hesitated. “Sometimes they dance. B-but we don't have to!” 

Damian squinted at him. “We’re married now, aren't we? We should do what the married people on tv do, or all of this was for nothing.”

“Y-yeah.” 

Curiously enough, Jon’s face was turning a steady shade of pink. Damian shrugged it off and mimicked what he’d seen other people do at the galas his family went to. 

Underneath the play structure they swayed, trying to step more forwards and stumbling on each other's feet.

“Are we doing this right?” Jon broke the silence they’d settled into.

“I dunno.” Damian responded. “Who cares?”

Who cares, indeed. They stayed like that, swaying to only the rhythm in their heads until the whistle blew and they hastily detached themselves, racing to get inside.

Damian chose to keep his “marital status” under wraps, a plan that was quickly foiled by Jon, who blurted it out to his mother as they were being picked up. Pictures were taken, as well as videos, a recitation of their vows and much more blackmail material to be shown much later.

     20 years after

“You have personal vows?” The officiator asked, passing the microphone to the couple in front of him.

“Damian…you are the love of my life, and you make me so happy every day that I've known you. We have our ups and downs, but every single time, we come out on top. You’ve been there through the hardest times of my life and you're my support, my anchor, the thing that keeps me going.”

Jon had tears running down his face, and he reached out to grab Damian’s hands, his emerald eyes overflowing with emotion. 

“And um, this is going to surprise you, but…repeat after me?” he was unable to control the grin overtaking his face as Damian’s eyes widened, before letting out a little choked laugh.

“ Repeat after me. I promise to be your best friend and love you forever and ever. In sickness and in health and in riches and poor.”

“I promise, in sickness and health and this is so stupid, Jon, ”  Damian recited dutifully, the exact words from their “first wedding” so long ago.

“ Say it!”

“In sickness and health and in riches and poor.”

Both were having a hard time controlling their tears, although quiet laughter echoed from them to the audience, most of whom knew the inside joke being shared. 

Jon dropped Damian’s hands and extended his pinkie, unusual to some, but thoroughly warming to the grooms.

They locked fingers and shook, giggling softly to themselves.

Jon passed the mic to the side, slipping the silver band with its simple design of sapphires and emeralds on Damian’s hand.

Damian held the mic now, wiping his eyes. 

“Well, the ring isn't candy this time.” Jon laughed, already tearful. 

“And this time it’s real, although the first one wasn't too far off. I love you, so, so much, Jonathan Samuel Kent. You are the light to my darkness, the sun to my moon. You are my impulse control, my counter and opposite in nearly everything. But that’s why we work so well together. You balance us out, my habibi, my beloved. My life. You are…my everything. And I am so honored that I get to call you mine for the rest of our lives.”

He passed the mic back to the officiator and placed the matching band on Jon’s ring finger. 

A few more words passed, until the sealing of “I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may now kiss the groom.”

As they closed the distance, Jon leaning down and Damian reaching up on his tiptoes, the guests cheered, although they seemed to not hear it, the joy leaving nothing but the two of them in the world.

“You won’t step on my feet this time, will you, farm boy?”

“I was FIVE!” 

[esperosisdoeswriting]

Christmas Secret Santa!

Heyo, I participated in the Writing discord Secret Santa this year and I got @deckofaces to write for! I hope they enjoy the snippet!

Villain rubbed their eyes with their fist, the words in front of them starting to blur together. Their head was pounding and they had forgotten what it felt like to not be dizzy, but it was fine. Everything was… It was perfectly fine. They just needed to get done with the plan, review some more blueprints, figure out a few more logistics. They were almost done.

They were always almost done.

It was fine.

“You’re not fine,” Other Villain butted in and, oh, great, they were here again.

“Other Villain,” Villain sighed, not even bothering to look over their shoulder at them.

“Could you for once just, take a break?” Other Villain continued as Villain heard steps approaching them from behind.

Villain didn’t have time for a break, “I’m fine, I don’t need a break,” Villain argued back.

“You have time for a break,” Other Villain replied, completely ignoring what Villain had said outloud. “Just delegate for once.”

Villain huffed, “I thought I told you it was rude to reply to people’s thoguhts instead of their words.

Other Villain shrugged, “I wouldn’t have ot if you were even remotely honest with me, let alone yourself.”

“Still rude,” Villain hummed, “as they made anouther note on the blueprints.”

Other Villain placed their hand over Villains, causing them to jump which only made the dizziness worse. They finally dared to look at their former friend.

“I’d like to think we’re still friends,” Other Villain told them, “Unless you’d prefer to be closer.”

“I can’t…” Villain looked away, “You know I can’t associate with you anymore.”

“Because of Super Villain,” Other Villain supplied.

“You knew the consequences of what you were doing,” Villain told them.

Other Villain sighed, “And yet, it had to be done.”

“If Super Villain see you-”

“Yeah yeah I know, I know,” Other Villain waved their hand, “horrible consequences for both of us. Just… Try to take care of yourself. You’re no used to anyone if you work yourself to death, I’d especiallly be sad about it.”

Villain laughed hollowly, “You’re never embarrassed to say stuff like that.”

Other Villain shrugged, “Should I be?”

“Guess not,” Villain’s lips twitched. They admired Other Villain’s honesty, it was something they’d never been able to quite manage despite themself. Maybe that was why Other Villain’s mental prying never did bother them as much as it should have. Other Villain smiled at them, the message having been received loud and clear.

“Take care of yourself,” Other Villain told them before they disappeared into the night.

—--------------

“What did I tell you?” Other Villain sighed having appeared over Villains shoulder and, oh, if they were able to sneak up on Villain that’s… That’s not a good sign. Other Villain had never been especially sneaky.

“I resent that comment,” Other Villain huffed, “I’ll have you know I can be quite stealthy when I want to be.”

“You need to go,” Villain sighed, the words on the page swimming in front of them.

“You need to sleep, or eat, or probably both.”

“I can manage fine,” Villain insisted.

Other Villain scoffed, “Please, you can’t even read what’s on the paper in front of you, do you seriously think you’re going to be able to get anything done like that?”

“I have to try,” Villain insisted.

“YOu have to take a break,” Other Villain countered.

“Super Villain won’t see it that way,” Villain continued as they tried to line up their pen with the lines on the page.

“Super Villain is an asshole and doesn’t deserve you,” Other Villain laid their hand over Villain’s, “Do they even appreciate what you do? Do they even thank you?”

No.

“That’s not important,” Villain tried to release their hand from Other Villain’s grip but their grasp remained firm, or maybe Villain was just too weak to fight it. Probably the latter.

“It is important!” Other Villain bristled, “It’s so important I-!” they gritted their teeth as their grip tightened on Villain’s hand. “They can’t keep doing this, Super Villain can’t keep doing this, they can’t just keep… keep taking shit like this…”

“It’s not…” I’m not that important.

“You are!” Other Villain cut off their thoughts, “you’re so important you’re-! Just-! Damn it!” Other Villain ran a hand through their hair. “Please, just, let me take care of you.”

“I have… I have more work to do,” Villain refused to look at them.

“Let Super Villain clean up their own mess for a change,” Other Villain’s hand gently touched the side of Villain’s face, causing them to gasp, and Other Villain ever so carefully guided Villain’s face up to look at them. “You deserve a break, besides, if Super Villain really is all that great, they should be able to figure things out themselves, right?”

“I…”

“Just say yes,” Other VIllain pleaded, “Just let me take care of you. Let me do this.”

“I…” Villain couldn’t bring themself to agree, couldn’t bring themself to say yes and ask for help, to reach back to the hand that was helping them when they were drowning. Everything screamed at them not to accept, that they were fine, that they could keep going, that they needed the help, that they weren’t fine, that they needed to keep going anyway. The words were stuck in their throat and they couldn’t possibly get them out.

But it was alright, Other Villain had heard them loud and clear.

“Come with me.”

Villain couldn’t find it in themself to refuse.

[accirax]

Exchange #9: Eden's gift for Nico!

[tolyys]

i can finally share the secret santa gift i made for @qhimberly !! dragon whale brothers 💕 i've missed drawing fantasy omgggg

[lordlevian]

MERRY CHRISTMAS @rwbypro !!!

I am your secret santa this year

Happy holidays!!

Extra doodle:

Of course Merry Christmas to everyone too!!

[lotr-sesa]

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[hansama]

Hewwo @solarfai I’m you secret santa for @starwishfestival event!

You wished to be baking with HT bros, well, Paps was ahead of you, he’s going to bake some healthy cupcakes! XDD

Thank you SWF for hosting this event ♥

[hotcat37]

Cooking rn (working on a Jance fic)

[oopensandwich]

So much has changed, so much has stayed the same. He remembers raising these kids, but did they really grow up?

Hi, @akagami-no-kitsune, I’m your santa for @op-secret-santa 2022! I read your Rayleigh fic while looking around for ideas and I really loved it (stayed in my mind for weeks! Lovely writing) so I hope you don’t mind getting something Rayleigh inspired? Here he is, catching up with old subordintes that may have grown into tall, widely-known pirates of their own, but will never fully grow out of familliar hijinks. (At least they had the courtesy to bring him gifts).

I hope you have a lovely end of the year!!