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Solstice Sweetheart

Happy Secret Santa, Elise! This was such a fun prompt to tackle, and I hope you find as much joy in the New Year as these three <3 O'Darwin belong to @lumosinlove and the Cold Brewed Enchantments/ witchy coffeeshop genderbend AU is credited to the server's lovely minds!

Nat inhaled.

Bottles on the table—mostly. Repurposed jars held most of their previous contents, and those had been scattered to kingdom come since the night began. As they should be, of course. He could think of nothing worse than a mediocre solstice party. Awkwardness was born and bred in the cliquey little huddles of a party gone wrong.

Nat exhaled.

None of that, now. The house was still standing. People had fun. Out-of-control spellwork had been kept to a dull roar, even after the firewhiskey made an appearance. He could feel, deep in his soul, that it had been a good night.

Glass chimed in the other room. Kasey, if Nat had to guess. That sound had the hallmarks of her careful handling all over it. Alex was somewhere on the stairs if the heavy footsteps were any indication. If she was untangling the streamers from the banister, Nat was going to…he didn’t even know, anymore. He had spent the better part of a year since Alex’s arrival in their little town trying to figure out what the hell was going on between his girlfriend and the gorgeous new girl, with naught but a spinning head to show for it.

They knew each other. Kasey had told him that much. The dulled gray-blue of her tone said more than words could.

Soft humming floated through the empty doorframe. The gentle rasp of Alex’s voice had such a lovely color to it, like fresh maple syrup or crystalline honey. It glowed against the jewel tones of the rest of her—rich, curling clues tucked in tight next to sparking reds.

Kasey’s braid caught the light when she turned, only just visible through the kitchen doorway. Nat had loved that about their house since the first day; so few doors to still the air. Something was always in motion, always making noise. He wished Kasey could see it—the brilliance of sound, the cool shades of her voice—but she just seemed to like it so much when he described it.

And maybe that was something just for him to cherish. Their life clung to the ceiling corners like cobwebs. Words and music and laughter. A snippet of Kasey singing ‘happy birthday’ had been lingering in the dining room window since the summer.

“Winter!”

An electric blue comet zipped from the stairs to the kitchen sink.

“What?” came the mossy wave of Kasey’s answer.

“Knutty promised pastries for us tomorrow! She’s trying new recipes. Needs extra mouths.”

Alex would need more hands if she was trying to text Leo and clean at the same time. Nat gathered an armful of empty bottles off the table and dumped them into the recycling bin before turning to the staircase, where one sneaker-clad foot was barely visible through the slats in the railing.

“New recipes?” he asked.

Alex’s face popped into view. Still freckled, even in the dead of winter. Nat felt his stomach perform a funny little flip-flop over itself at her bright smile. “Oh, hey!”

Orange and gold fireworks, crackling about her head. “Thanks for cleaning that up.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it.” Alex’s vague wave sent a curlicue of taupe his way. His mouth tanged with citrus when it reached him. “Least I can do.”

“None of the other guests stayed to help,” Nat pointed out, bending to collect a few paper crowns.

“None of the other guests are as gracious as me.” Her smile was quick and mischievous, but genuine. How often had Nat thought the same of its owner? “Get up here, Music Man. Where’s your solstice sweetheart?”

“Downstairs, with the dishes.”

Alex pulled a face that made her pointed nose wrinkle. “I told her I’d handle those.”

“Clearly it worked,” Nat teased. “Don’t feel too bad. You know how she gets around the solstice.”

A test. Just a teeny-tiny-itty-bitty maybe of a test. Alex’s fond smile was far and away the best answer. “Yeah,” she said, darting a grin toward Nat. “You’re a lucky one, Darcy. It ain’t easy being a seasonal delight.”

“I think she’s pretty great all year.”

“Good answer.”

It was times like this when Nat wondered if Alex could see what he saw. Or at least, if she understood. Dark topaz eyes ticked along the path of pensive purple.

Alex had been speaking in purple a lot, lately. He knew why. Even without his gift, he’d be a fool to miss the way she reached, hesitated, ached for Kasey now that their distance could be measured in inches instead of borders. It pulled at them both, torn edges of the past snagging on the present. He knew what it felt like to match himself to Kasey’s steady keel and let her draw him through her oceans. Alex spoke like someone who had swum those waters before, unafraid that Kasey would ever close the ice around her.

Nat…wanted that. For himself, and a laughed morning, Music Man held in golden parentheses, but more than that, for Kasey. She deserved so much. He could give so much. But if Alex had ridden out the storm and found harbor in Kasey’s heart enough to linger after all these years, Nat would be worse than a fool to let that fall away for his own sake. He could love them both.

Did.

Would.

“Nathaniel.”

“Alexandra.”

“You’re thinking at me.”

“You’re in love with my girlfriend.”

Alex’s hands never stuttered on the loops of ribbon. “Yes.”

Butter yellow. A pastel, more tender than her heavy saturation, but unyielding. “You didn’t stay here just to be a good guest.”

“No.”

Dandelion cradled in blush pink. “You’re in love with me.”

“Yes.”

She didn’t whisper. He didn’t know why he thought she would. Alex never whispered. She was far too vibrant for it to do any good. It didn’t matter if she was banging on their door to drag them out for a taste of Leo’s kitchen witchery or falling asleep on their throw pillows in her fox form—wherever Alex was, the world grew brighter.

“You should tell her,” Nat said.

“I won’t get in the way of what you have.”

“You won’t,” he agreed. It had lacked the fuzzy edges of a question, but that didn’t matter. Anything, as long as she understood.

“It’s—” The maroon undercurrent of her voice curdled mauve. Her gaze fell on him with the weight of a feather alighting on the water. “It was before you. I let her go. It’s okay.”

“Alexandra.” An old joke between them, perhaps too flirty for simple friends. Nat propped his chin on the end of the railing and made sure she was looking, really looking, before he continued. “I’m in love with my girlfriend, and I’m more in love with you every time you come by, and I’m pretty sure our solstice sweetheart has been head over heels for you since the day you met.”

Alex’s lips pressed together, but the smile ticking at the corners betrayed her.

“It seems like a waste to sit here and be sad on the stairs when Kasey Winter is in the kitchen and waiting for you to say something,” he finished quietly.

His heart should be racing. His stomach should be in knots, all aflutter the way it had been when he first asked Kasey out. But with Alex looking at him like she could hardly believe the marvel of her ears, he found only calm waiting.

“Yes.”

Crimson bloomed around the word. Alex was so sure of herself—Nat thought he might love that most about her, from not-so-sneaky tips stuffed into her sister’s café jar to her utter confidence that whatever new drink she brought to their doorstep would be the most delicious thing they had ever tasted. She was unfailingly correct. His eyes flickered to her mouth.

“What are you waiting for?” she challenged.

“Kasey first.” She deserved so much.

Alex’s smile grew, and she pushed herself up with a “don’t have to tell me twice” that flashed peacock through the stairwell. Peacock, like Kasey’s laughter on the first day of winter when her magic was thick and strong in her veins. Nat was pretty sure some part of his heart beat just to hear that sound and watch it coat their home.

He was already reaching for the ribbon where she left off when Alex’s hand closed around his wrist and dragged him after her. He couldn’t help a laugh and didn’t particularly want to—turquoise shimmered ahead of them where Kasey was singing along to the record player under her breath. What a thing to have waiting.

“Winter.”

Kasey looked up, a casserole dish held in both hands under the warm water. Her eyes darted between them; a golden brow arched. “What did you…”

It took two steps for Alex to close the distance between them. She shut the faucet off and took Kasey’s hands from the sink, holding her wrists between them without a care for the water dripping on them both. “Please?” came the lilac-soft request.

Any other time of year, and Kasey might have questioned it.

The solstice lined her in threads of gold and blue. Her cheeks were round and flushed pink with power, and her hands were steady despite the anticipation that quickened her breath when she looked to Nat, then back to Alex, then to Nat once more. “You spoke?”

“Yeah.”

Kasey leaned in and kissed her without a moment’s hesitation.

Nat watched Alex’s ribs expand to accommodate a deep breath in—tiny crystals of ice began budding in the water droplets on Kasey’s skin as she cupped her hands around the back of Alex’s head and exhaled, long enough for steam to billow up between them. It was kind of the season to let everyone else see how much of a wonder she was.

“Mmm, wait wait wait,” Alex hummed when Kasey began pulling away. She closed her hands around Kasey’s forearms without a care for the chill and kissed the smile from her lips in a burst. “Storm girl,” she whispered with periwinkle fondness that made Kasey blush. Her thumb traced the peony-pink of her cheekbones and Nat steadied himself on the countertop. “Gods and fae, I missed you.”

Nat loved her when she was a chattering fox on their couch, and loved her when she was tall and kind and warm in every word. He loved her when her booming reds mingled with Kasey’s mellow blue in harmony so perfect it struck him silent, just to listen and watch for a second longer.

“Nathaniel!”

When Alex pulled away to launch herself into his arms with a laugh so bright and happy he could see it through closed eyes, he thought he might love her so much he’d burst with it. The solstice was the time of greatest and best change for them. He could think of no better way to start anew than with Alex beside them.

[lale-txt]

❈ 𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭 𝐰/ 𝐈𝐧𝐨 & 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

where you and Ino are stuck due a snow storm and have to stay warm...

a/n: merry Christmas, my dear @mirkaaaluv (´⌣`ʃƪ)♡ i'm sooo excited i get to be your secret santa! you definitely passed the Ino fever onto me, how is he just so [incoherent screeching]? hope you'll enjoy this fic, i had so much fun writing this for you.

contains: ns.fw under the cut, afab!reader (no pronouns used, ‘cunt’ and ‘pussy’ used to describe genitalia), dirty talk, spanking, breath play, overstimulation, praise kink, fingering (reader receiving), creampie, breeding kink (no mention of pregnancy or babies), rough but loving sex, pet names (babe, baby, sweet little thing, darling)

word count: 3.1k

“See? A small fire and this place feels super cozy already. Imagine a little winter vacation getaway, just you and me–” “–and the hundred curses hiding outside within the temple, waiting to be exorcized…” “Babe, please… I’m trying to be romantic here…”

You can’t help but giggle when Ino takes you in his arms and kisses the bridge of your nose, rubbing your back to warm you up. He had managed to light up the old stove with some firewood, old newspapers and a pack of matches that you found within the abandoned hut. Now the crackling sound of burning wood filled the room, paired with the relentless howling of the snow storm outside. It was a miracle that you found this place during your mission, caught by surprise from the sudden snow. Judging from the simple but clean interior, someone associated with the uninhabited temple you were supposed to cleanse of curses has lived here before. 

Now it is your safe haven in the midst of a storm. While the weather forecast didn’t look good, neither of you would have expected to get snowed in, but here you are. And still, you couldn’t even be mad about it–being stuck with Ino in the middle of nowhere wasn’t too bad, considering your occupation as sorcerers often didn’t leave you with much free time to spend together as a couple. Maybe the stars had aligned to grant you some time together, or how Ino said: A little winter vacation getaway. 

Your partner seems to be all fired up about the situation you found yourself in, his protective instincts kicking into gear. He scurries around the hut, opening drawers and cabinets and gathering everything that could be useful in a pile; from blankets to an old kettle, he even found some dried tea leaves and pickled veggies (that would go along perfectly with the bread rolls Nanami had gifted you and Ino prior to your mission, a small souvenir from his latest bakery discovery). He also drags the mattress from the other room over, putting it in front of the stove from where you watched him with a small smirk curving up your lips. Within a few minutes the room already looked much cozier than before. 

“We should probably get out of these wet clothes or else we’ll catch a cold,” you point out and Ino nods, a hint of mischief on his face before he peels out of his jacket and his black sweater, hanging both over a chair to dry. Both of you strip down to your underwear (not without a little peeking), then Ino is the first to sit down on the mattress, grabbing the biggest blanket and patting his thigh for you to sit on. You don’t hesitate at all, craving all the warmth you can get. When you crawl into his arms, you’re welcomed with lots and lots of kisses on your face down to the side of your neck, before you settle down comfortably with your back against Ino’s chest, letting him wrap the blanket around you both. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, taking deep inhales of the scent of his favorite person in the whole world. 

A comfortable silence falls between you two, and for a while you just sit there holding each other, watching the fire in the stove almost mesmerized, and listening to the sounds of the storm outside. Snow is already piling up on the windowsill while the sun is long gone, but you’re not afraid; you could never while being in these arms. 

“I love you so,” Ino eventually mumbles against your skin before kissing your shoulder and hugging you a bit closer to him. He cups your hands with his, noticing how they were still not fully warmed up yet. He rubs them a little and places a few kisses on your fingertips. “Should I go find another blanket for you? Or make some tea?”

You shake your head and rest your head against his shoulder, looking up at him with a small smile. “Nah, I’m fine. Let’s just stay like this for a little longer. I already feel much warmer.”

Ino looks like he is about to protest, but then he opts to kiss you instead. He is gentle at first, his lips softly brushing against yours, but he is quick to pick up your subtle cues and kisses you harder, one hand coming to your chin while his tongue finds yours. His arm wraps a little tighter around your middle, pulling you closer to him, till there’s not even an inch left between your bare bodies. You can tell from his breathing that Ino is feeling the same rising heat from within as you do. 

A quiet growl comes from his throat when you arch your back a little, grinding your ass against his boxers from where his cock was throbbing already, and it takes him every ounce of self-restraint to not just pull the fabric aside and sink you down on his length. Instead he makes sure you’re nestled tightly with your back against his chest, the hand on your chin wandering down slowly to your throat while his other reaches for your thighs, spreading them open till your legs are hooked over his knees. The blanket hides the damp patch in your panties that would otherwise be on full display, but by now Ino doesn’t need to see to know how aroused you are; your sweet little sounds and your squirming tell him everything he needs to know. 

“Wet already? My sweet little thing is so eager for me, hm?” he hums in your ear when running his knuckles between your clothed folds, the fabric sticking to them. You whine a little, hungry for more of his touch, and he squeezes his fingers around your throat a bit tighter, not too much but enough to remind you of the position you’re in. “Tell me what you want, baby…”

Not giving you any time to respond, Ino’s big hand cups your cunt, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest when he feels you buck your hips against him. He starts to massage your folds a little, a thumb brushing over your sensitive clit and making your legs tremble, a finger hooked under the crotch of your panties and pulling them up. He always loves to tease you like that, your reactions making him hungry to devour you. 

“Wanna cum on your cock,” you mumble in his ear, kissing every inch of him you can reach. His scent was so familiar, so warm, and a little intoxicating; you just couldn’t get enough of him, ever. “Wanna feel you all the way inside my tummy…” 

“Oh, yeah? Gonna be so good for me, baby? Gonna let me stuff that pretty little cunt of yours?”, Ino asks, his voice low and husky. He’s planning on fucking you against every flat surface in this hut anyway, but he loves it when you use your words to say what you want. He can never get enough of the yearning and the desire in your voice, a melody for his ears only. Patience was never his strong suit though, not when you’re both so riled up, so it’s no surprise when he slides your panties down to your ankles and dips one finger into your wetness. 

Your head falls back against his shoulder when Ino adds a second finger, then a third when he feels how your walls flutter around him. His breath is hot and heavy on your skin while he makes you fall apart in his arms, whispering needy words close to your ear. His hand around your throat squeezes tighter every time you clench down on his slender fingers, rubbing that sweet spot that pushes you over the edge so easily. You start feeling a little lightheaded, your whole body tingling. 

“Cum for me, baby… need you all nice and loose so you can take me, okay?”, Ino mutters, pressing his fingers deeper into your heat. You’re dripping by now, your juices running down his wrist while you swallow him so greedily, close, so close–

Ino lets go of your throat once you gush around him, muffling your mewls and whimpers with a deep kiss that takes your breath away. He keeps teasing your clit throughout your orgasm, the overstimulation making you squirm, but you’re still nestled so tightly against him, there’s no escape. Ino can never get enough of the way you look when you’re wrecked with pleasure, but he’s no bully so he lets you breathe for a moment and slides his fingers out to bring them to his lips. 

“I love how you taste,” he moans quietly against your ear, relishing the sticky mess you’ve made. Ino kisses you again and lets you savor your own juices. “So sweet. So delicious. Tastes like heaven to me.” 

He nibbles on your ear and holds you tight in his arms until your heart rate slows down a bit. The whole time his aching cock is pressed against the small of your back, throbbing and desperate to be touched.

When you finally feel the strength in your limbs returning, you sit up slightly, the blanket falling down your shoulders and revealing your bare form. Ino’s eyes never leave your silhouette, he’s taking you in and admiring the shape of you with the eyes of a love drunk man. 

“Fuck me.” 

Your voice is barely a whisper, a little husky even. Dripping with desire. Ino pulls down his boxers and his cock springs free, resting heavy against his stomach. The pink tip is oozing with precum, he can barely hold back anymore. He starts stroking himself slowly while you get on all fours, facing the stove and presenting him your backside. You lower your upper body to the ground, your ass up in the air, spreading your folds with two fingers wide open for him. Ino lets out a shaky breath at the sight of yours, but he doesn’t dare to touch you yet.

“Please… need your cock. Need you inside. Fuck me, Ino, darling, please, fuck me…”

Your sweet please make your lover’s resistance crumble. Ino gets behind you, one hand on your ass to spread it apart even wider for a better view. The light of the fire dips him into warm shades of gold, and his hungry gaze lingers on you. You let out a needy mewl when he rubs just the tip against your cunt, almost making you jolt from being so sensitive still. You whine out his name and arch your back more to push yourself onto him, but he keeps you in place, his fingers digging deeply into your flesh. Ino breathes heavily, and then his hand comes down for a sharp smack, quickly soothed by more kneading. 

“You’re dripping,” he mutters and teases your clit with the tip of his cock, charming out sweet moans from your throat with every move. “Tell me again what you want, baby, c’mon…”

“Need your cock, please, please, just fuck me already–”, you whimper, and cry out loud when another smack lands on your ass, the other side this time. The sharp pain burns so good, and this time Ino comes down to kiss the spot where a faint red mark blooms. Oh, how badly Ino wants to bury his face in your cunt, and lick and spit and suck till you choke on his name on your tongue, but for now he has other plans.

With one swift movement he grabs you by the hips and spins you around, letting out a small growl now that you’re under him. Ino leans down, one hand grabbing your wrists and pinning them down above your head, while his lips find yours again, kissing you feverishly. His cock rests heavy and twitching on your stomach now, as if to demonstrate you how deep he’s gonna nestle inside of you.

“Wanna see your pretty face when you cream around my cock, baby,” Ino sighs and looks at you like you’re magic; pure adoration and desire. It sends warm shivers throughout your whole body and makes your pussy throb, feeling empty ever since his fingers slid out. He lets go of your wrists to grab your legs and put them over his shoulders, making sure you’re comfortable while being spread wide open for him. Ino kisses the insides of your thighs, a few light bites in between, and groans when your hands come to his cock, giving it a few strokes before raising your hips slightly for him to slide in. By now your mind is blank, desiring nothing but to be stuffed to the brim.

The air is knocked out of lungs when Ino finally pushes his cock inside in one swift movement. You’re so wet and your walls swallow him greedily, fluttering around him as you let out a sigh of relief, the biggest smile curling upon your lips when he starts rutting like an animal, setting a merciless pace from the very beginning. While he first held your legs in place, Ino now puts his hands down on the mattress next to your head, basically folding you in half while he keeps on pounding into you. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby, feels so good, so pretty for me…” Ino growls and brushes a strand of hair out of your face to get a better look at your blissfully fucked out expression, your eyes rolling in the back of your head with every thrust of his. Your sweet moans and whimpers are louder than the snow storm outside and awake something feral within him; all he can think about is how badly he wants to breed you, how he wants to stuff you so full of his cum till it’s dripping out of your throbbing core, how he needs to fill you up till you remember his shape forever.

“Close… ‘m so close…”, you mewl, that familiar knot in your core once again dancing on the edge of snapping. You’re melting underneath him, your vision getting a little blurry when you rest one hand on your tummy and feel his cock stretching you out so deliciously. The words falling out of your mouth are drowned out in needy moans and whimpers. “Gonna cum… wanna cum with you, Ino… love you, gonna cum, gonna…” 

Ino lets out an airy laugh, not mocking but so full of love, overwhelmed by his own emotions. He leans down to kiss you again, and to push his cock a little bit deeper inside of you as well until he’s fully bottomed out in your aching cunt. 

“I love you. Love you so much, baby,” he babbles, his hips stuttering by now while he also chases his high, his thrusts getting harsh and sloppy. “Sweet thing… taking me so well… gonna let me fill you up, yeah? Want my cum? I love you. I love you. Fuck, you’re squeezing me, baby, feels good, feels so good… I love your pussy so much… love you. Mine, all mine… ‘m gonna…” 

Your legs slide down from his shoulders and wrap around his waist, pulling him even closer to you, as if he wasn’t already bottomed out in your core, seconds away from falling apart. He moans into your open mouth and after one more brutish thrust you feel waves of pleasure rush throughout your limbs, a numbing and tingling sensation exploding within you. You cum so hard, it makes Ino take a sharp breath and whimper as your cunt milks him, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck when he cums shortly after you, spilling his hot load inside. 

While your orgasm seems to last forever, neither Ino nor you make an attempt to move or pull apart, content in your tiny universe. The only sounds are your heavy breathing, your hammering heartbeat and the crackling of the fire wood. Ino still keeps on mumbling words of praise and adoration against your skin, until you muffle them with a kiss on his lips which he returns with equal passion. 

You trace the scar on his forehead gently with your fingers while gazing into his eyes. They were a bit glazy, with the reflection of the flames dancing in them. Ino leans more into your touch, kissing the palm of your hand and down to your wrist. He doesn’t pull out, not yet, feasting on the feeling of you pulsating around his cock; his load and your juices slowly dripping down from where you’re connected. 

“You’re not cold anymore, are you? I warmed you up really good?”, he asks with a grin and gently bites down on one of your fingers. His eyes sparkle with mischief. You let out a small chuckle. Sometimes he reminds you of a puppy, chewing on everything he could get a hold on, and so eager to get praised.

“Mmm, I’m not sure,” you think out loud and watch his eyebrows twitch in irritation. You laugh again and cup his chin with your hand, pressing another kiss on his lips. “I’ve heard it’s important to keep moving if you want to stay warm…” 

Ino huffs and rolls his hips in response, twitching inside of you, getting hard again. He is so easy to tease, it’s adorable. His hands come down to your hips, and suddenly in one swift motion you’re lying flat on your stomach again, with Ino bottoming out inside of you. Being manhandled like this, plus the new angle, make you moan out loud and tremble from pleasure and overstimulation, and Ino clicks his tongue at your poor attempt to crawl away.

“Oh, I can keep you warm, my sweet,” he whispers close to your ear, pinning you down against the mattress. He lets out a small hushed moan when you arch your back further for him. “Will you be good and return the favor? Gonna let me keep my cock in your pretty pussy? You’re clenching so hard around me, baby, it’s like you never wanna let me go…”

There’s truth in his words, and that night, you definitely don’t let go; and when the sun rises again and the snow starts melting, nothing but love lies on the tip of your tongue, getting swallowed greedily by the one who has your whole heart.

[hathay]

❄️twst christmas/winter headcanons❄️

disclaimer: this does contain content about christmas, i know i know they don’t celebrate it i just thought it’d be cute, bUtttt i tried to make it more festive instead of geared towards christmas!:)

includes: general ones then all the dorms & dorm members <3

general

- there’s a school wide secret gift giving event which is just pure chaos and cuteness as people scramble to get other people gifts even if they don’t really know the person. each name pulled comes with a little something about the person they got for the gift exchange.

- there’s also a year vs. year snowman building/decorating competition (they take it very seriously)

- (people also try and sabotage other years snowman’s so they learn special magic to protect their snowmen.) (meaning if you hear/see someone being shot into the distance, chances are they messed with the 3rd years snowmen.)

- the school is decorated all over with winter decorations like wreathes, colorful string lights, as well as soft snow.

- students go sledding on the hills, having sledding competitions.

- (they also like to have a dorm decorating competition but no one likes to actually talk about it, they just know it’s happening, and they definitely know who is winning, and it’s NOT the other dorms.)

- let’s not even try and act as if there wouldn’t be PLENTY of snowball fights constantly. you’re just minding your own business walking around NCR, when suddenly a cold, wet ball of snow pelts you right in the back of the head. glancing over and that face you love so much just shrugs with a smile, before a full on blur of snow hits them right on that pretty smile.

- it would be utter chaos after a bit, floyd and rook would take it so seriously. like what do you mean rooks snowball basically curved around other people to hit you??? meanwhile floyd’s rolling a snowball so large it would practically knock someone down if thrown.

octavinelle:

- you think azul is going to let cold weather and festivities stop him from making money??? absolutely not. he is profiting so hard. hot chocolate? on the menu. oh you’re cold and wanna sit by the fireplace??? $8 please:).

- he makes floyd dress in a santa costume and take photos with students. (sometimes floyd gets really into it, other times you just see a quick flash of blue hair in a santa suit running after a terrified first year)

- jade loves it. adores these times. the snow?? imagine how pretty it looks on mountains right now, or what kind of mushrooms would THRIVE in this. he often wears one of those necklace string lights that are just so tacky, but i mean, who would tell him not to.

- jade loves antagonizing people about the cold. you’re cold? interesting. imagine being in the deep depths of the sea, imagine that coldness:)

- they go around in their regular uniforms, wondering why everyone is such babies about the cold. floyd goes as far as to wear shorts around just to poke at people, what do you mean your cold? he’s literally wearing shorts, you’ll be fine.

ignihyde:

- you think idea wears sweaters too much before it gets cold????? imagine him when it’s cold out, so bundled up, there was barely a chance of getting him to leave his room before, now there’s a zero percent chance.

- ortho wears scarves and little mittens even though he obviously doesn’t have to.

- let’s not forget how idia is secretly trying to outdo all the other dorms. those lights that spell out words and play the theme song to idias favorite shows, who would’ve possibly put those up!!

- idia loves the holidays even if he won’t admit it, geez why do people go crazy. and gifts? who would want a gift from a stranger?

- that is until ortho shows up outside his door, handing him a plate of cookies you made and thought he would enjoy! and uh oh, suddenly his blue hair starts turnings a pale pink.

heartslabyul:

- riddle is also violently bundled up.

- ace is an absolute menace as per usual. yellow snow? he’s either eating it or convincing unsuspecting people to eat it, someone please get him AWAY from deuce.

- deuce is constantly calling him mom telling her he can’t wait to see her soon, and sending her selfies of him all bundled up, he forever feels the need to make up for his past wrongdoings.

- adeuce definitely sneak out and join the other first years for late nights leading competitions, and they all end up back at ramshackle, freezing cold, dying laughing at each other. they even stay up late tracking santa on their phones knowing damn well he’s not real.

- trey makes plenty of cookies and makes sure everyone’s all warm, he’s oddly okay with the cold, just wearing a light jacket and feeling perfectly fine. he gets super annoyed at how his glasses fog up everytime he walks into the cold outside from the nice and toasty inside.

- trey rocks scarves so hard, like cater is so jealous because he thinks scarfs just look so silly on himself.

- speaking of, all the lights? the decorations??? cater is going to have a FIELD DAY with all these perfect backdrops for his magicam.

- ace is buying an elf on the shelf and you CANNOT stop him. and he will most definitely be using it to scare tf outta people. he kept on moving it around when no one was around, freaking riddle out.

- until…ace notices the elf moving spots without him doing it. deuce and ace become absolutely CONVINCED the thing is possessed or alive, meanwhile it’s cater and trey fucking with them.

- cater would even go as far as to make it it’s own magicam account for updates.

- ace is a menace and starts playing holiday music on november 1st. he has no decency. trey tries to bribe him with sweets to at least wait until december (he takes the sweets and plays the music regardless)

pomefoire:

- you have never seen such a well versed winter selection of clothes until you see what vil and rook wear in the winter. vils mitten collection? it would make designers incredibly jealous.

- and then you see epels selection. it’s much…homelier. it’s very cozy!

- vil is not a fan of the cold. it’s just..too cold. he prefers it to be lightly cold but definitely not like this. but he’s not gonna let the cold stop him from shining out within the crowd.

- he will string some nice tinsel up along with some plain colored lights, but definitely not those hideous multicolored ones.

- vil would LOVE hot chocolate but would refuse to ever admit it, denying it instantaneously because what person who respects their body would digest that.

- afterwards though, he will be downing some ginger to cleanse his system a bit.

- epel and rook would INDULGE so hard in hot chocolate

- rook adores holiday, everyone looks so nice and warm he can’t it! compliments are flowing from every angle with this man, your scarf! his mittens! their boots! he’s thrilled and he’s taking note of who seems to be affected more by the cold and who is quite quaint to it.

- epel is taking the first years sledding he couldn’t fathom not doing so. he feels so at home in the cold.

savanaclaw:

- leona hates it. so bad. like why in hell is ruggie basically putting a wreath on leona’s head and giggling about it.

- leona hates the cold so bad, he’d sleep next to the fireplace.

- ruggie hates the cold too, he’s had a few too many unbearable cold nights back home.

- but what he does love? gifts and treats. you’re telling me someone’s gonna give him gifts?? and people are giving treats? he’s over the moon.

- he also can’t wait to give someone a gift, sure he likes his money and is stingy, but he likes to give certain people things, he gets how it is with no money or no gifts. he likes to make other people happy.

- jack loves the cold. adores it. he’s like a human heater, it’s perfect!

- he can’t wait to go sledding with the first years, and loves giving his gifts to people. it embarrasses him a little bit, his cheeks heating up, but as soon as the certain someone tells them he loves it, his tail is going CRAZY. he couldn’t be more happy.

- leona acts like he hates gift giving, just as he hands over the most sincere gift physically possible.

- they have the option of either hats without ear holes, leaving them with cold ears, or they can walk around with hoods/hats on, sticking up in the odd shape it forms around their ears. it’s lowkey adorable but the beastmen hate it.

scarabia:

- kalim is LIVING. all these pretty lights??? giving people things??? he’s so happy. he wants to decorate so much. he would want to give every single person something, i mean, they deserve it!!

- jamil is…less excited. he enjoys the holidays, but only when he’s around people he can actually tolerate.

- if you pass by jamil and he’s wearing a tacky string light necklace with this face :|. just…don’t mention it. but when you pass by a gleaming kalim wearing the same thing, it’s obvious whose idea that was.

- maybe if you can convince one of them, they’ll take the magic carpet out for a spin, flying above the school looking down at all the snow, the decorations, lights, and all the people living life below.

- jamil is freezing cold too. he cannot stand it, this man would walk around in layers on layers, yet he’s still freezing.

- he catches kalim making snow angels and ushers him up because he’s going to get sick.

- wait..is that ace? talking to kalim,,, near YELLOW SNOW?? dear god this man is going to have a heart attack.

diasomnia:

- lilia is getting everyone matching sweaters. it’s happening as we speak. sure sure they have ones from past years, but they need new ones are you crazy???

- sebek wears his so proudly knowing he matches with lilia and malleus, why does silver need to match them too though.

- malleus wouldn’t completely understand the holiday fuss, but he would love it, everyone seems so happy, humans are so cute! he’s never celebrated like this, would you be so kind as to help malleus decorate his room as you did ramshackle?

- if you ask kindly enough i malleus supposed he could let you decorate his horns as well.

- silver questions who put tinsel around malleus horns while lilia & the mc look away unsuspectingly as malleus just beams.

- sebek absolutely hates the idea of santa. what do you mean a large man comes breaking into homes??? near his malleus??? are you insane?

- silver isn’t the biggest fan of the cold, all indoor places are just so so warm and cozy, he can’t help it as his eyes start to drift close.

- silver will wear the cutest holiday hats, he loves them, the also cant wait to give his gifts, he just hopes the person likes it.

- a little gift exchange is just so cute, they’re just a little fae (and honorary fae) family experiencing human customs, fully embracing it.

ramshackle:

- grim puts poorly wrapped tuna cans under the tree they have set up, but it only last for a few days after mc catch’s grim feasting on them like it’s his last mean.

- we all know he has fur that keeps him well warmed, but that doesn’t mean he’s not gonna parade around in a cute little sweater anyways, come on mc has one just like it after all!

- a gingerbread house?? mc is going to create such a cute house while grim pitches in, and once they finished and mc took a photo, grims bouncing up and down begging to eat it whole.

- the ghosts decorate with tinsel, a tree, lights, and even mistletoe in the entranceway. though ramshackles foundational quality may not be the best, it sure is a sight to see with decorations lining it.

- grim tried his hardest to decorate the tree but it really just looks like a hot mess.

- grim and mc spend the holiday together, they bake cookies, watch holiday movies, even the ghosts join!

- they have a present exchange, and they video call some people they’re missing a bit too much.

- guess mc just has to invite her favorite people over to help her fix it! would sure be a shame if mc caught a certain someone at the entranceway under the mistletoe.

[be-my-ally]

Snowballs and Kisses

Hello darlings!! Merry Christmas! I hope everyone celebrating has a wonderful day, and everyone for whom it is a usual monday has a better than usual start to the week!! 

I have been MIA the last few weeks on here, but never fear I have been busy behind the scenes and hopefully more things and fics will be finished very soon!! I cannot wait for my little new year break, and *finally* catching up on all the stuff I've missed!! In the meantime as a ittle teeny tiny Christmas gift please enjoy this timeskip for my Splashing Around ‘verse to Christmas Eve 1960 and my shameless OC self insert of what I’d like to gift Elvis. 

a/n not totally accurate weather references: it didn’t actually snow in memphis in the latter half of 1959 but, this is fanfiction after all and it *was* very cold november 18th 1959. (I also cut a whole 4k of angst that will come out at some point as a separate chapter, Anita getting a poodle, and the colonel dressed as santa because honestly i just wanted to write and read fluff, but here's a warning that there may end up being more festive fics posted…a little late). 

warnings: 18+, smut lite; gentle fingering and references to cumming in pants. UNEDITED

Graceland - December 1960 

The excitement of having Elvis back at home for the festive season was only slightly tempered by the knowledge that it was his first Christmas at home without his mother. He’d not really tried to celebrate properly in Germany; sure they’d done the best they could, and he raved about the gift of a fully dressed tree for weeks,  but it hadn’t been the same as it would have been at home. 

This year though, Elvis seemed determined to restore the festive spirit. Perhaps even further than just restoration - an attempt to make it as bright and jolly as possible in response to both his mother’s passing, and missing the last two. He’d bragged to anyone who would listen about how excited he was to give out presents, his plans for even more lights than ever before; signs and lawn decorations.

While Louise was excited, it had left her in an almost constant state of anxiety, Christmas wasn’t just about the gift-giving… but it was a large enough part of it that it’s where her mind immediately went. From the moment he suggested they hang at Graceland that first year, from the first time they’d all pored over the letter to Frances, and his promises to “have a ball next Christmas”, giggling and whispering about what fun they were going to have the following year. From all of those times Louise had been preoccupied with what to get him and whether her secret plan was good enough for Elvis of all people. 

That first year he had reiterated to them all and was absolutely adamant no-one needed to gift him anything and wouldn’t hear of anything being sent over to him. But his frequent calls and mentions of the upcoming holiday belied his actual feelings and besides, Louise wanted him to feel special. Wanted him to know they’d been thinking of him as much as he must have missed being home. It wasn’t until the 27th of November and the slightest of snowfalls had occurred, tiny little snowflakes, delicately falling down when the temperature had dropped just enough for the rain to crystallise when a flash of inspiration hit her. She couldn’t send it, so instead she’d waited patiently, adding to her bundle throughout the months. Now that it was almost time to give it though she was second-guessing that two year decision. Was it too juvenile? It’s just so tricky to buy for the man who literally has anything he could ever wish for. As the festive period hurtles on she resigns herself to having to hunt for a back-up gift…maybe a nice sweater. Maybe that will do.  Or maybe it’s best to have options. 

Elvis’ melancholia about the holiday doesn’t seem to stretch into Christmas Eve, and he encourages them with all the enthusiasm he’s ever had. The party starts from mid-afternoon and stretches long into the evening and night with all the makings of an excellent time from the music to the food until eventually they all find themselves around the extravagant tree to exchange presents. It’s a little chaotic, so many people about and frequently someone’s having to dive from room to room to fetch people or hidden gifts. Louise finds it almost dizzying when she finally manages to take a seat on the long sofa, catching her breath from being sent to find someone. She was already finding herself struggling to think whenever she glanced over at Elvis - he looked outrageously good in a white shirt, black trousers - well, he looked outrageously good all the time at the moment - but there was something about the feeling in the air of the day that made it all the harder to act natural around him. Elvis had been quiet for a moment, but now he was sat on his armchair across the room, looking for all the world like a king on a throne ready to bestow his generosity on the peasants. Except, that’s not the feeling in the room at all; it’s jolly and wonderful, picture perfect - all of them slightly tipsy on champagne and vodka cocktails and finding the evening all the more entertaining for it. He announces he wants to give the presents that he’s bought everyone before he opens his own, and Louise dips her eyes when he hands her a little bow-tied box. No-one else’s comes with a ribbon and she strokes it, feeling a glow emanating from her stomach and chest as she imagines his nimble fingers tying it on, totally ignoring the fact that she knows someone else probably wrapped it for him. Still, she tugs it off to hide from the others - not wanting to be teased about how such a little gesture has made her blush so strongly - and tucks it into her palm, fully intending on slipping it into her shoe or around her wrist in a moment, knowing she’ll keep it forever - wear it in her hair like a declaration.

When she looks back up everyone has a similar box and she opens it quickly in case they’re all the same - she doesn’t want to ruin her surprise. There, nestled in a little velvet box is a ring, a huge, gaudy red stone in the centre, almost too big for her finger.  Louise is transfixed, staring at it, barely a thought in her head as she tries to wrap her head around the way it sparkles in the light. Despite the size of the gem, the band was more than a little small when she tries to slip it on, and she quietly puts it back into the box, not wanting to draw attention to her apparently larger than expected fingers. She glances around, suddenly coming out of her shocked obliviousness. Her face falling when she realises that everyone around her is unboxing similarly precious jewellery. She’s resigning herself to having to sneak it off to get it resized and hating herself a little for it, wondering if there are exercises she could do or maybe a special diet to shrink her fingers to size, when she suddenly realises all the other girls are turning each-other around, kissing Elvis on the cheek in thanks, or asking him to clasp their new necklaces. Louise looks back down at her box and the others. What does a ring mean? It’s been gifted with such casualness that it can’t possibly mean anything can it? When she looks back up Elvis is staring right at her, and she makes eye contact with him - her wide eyes meeting his laughing ones. He winks, and turns back to Red. She tries her best to distract herself from it, ooh and aahing over everyone else’s and keeping quiet about the little box clutched tight in her hand. 

Half hour later Elvis is admiring his own little haul, when he catches her eye again, 

“You forget about me Lou?” Louise cringes at being called out so publicly, 

“Of course not!” She looks around the room, at the large group gathered there, “No, uh, why don’t you, well I’ve gotten you something else….It’s a sweater. It’s not great really, but I… your real gift I’ve made you, but,” She swallows building her courage, unsure why she’s so nervous suddenly when she’d been so excited for so long; the whole idea just seemed juvenile and silly now. “… you’ve gotta follow me for it.” He stares into her eyes for a second, before nodding and standing up, gesturing at her as if to say ‘lead the way’. 

He grins at the boys when they walk out, making a salacious movement as if to suggest her gift may not be all too family-friendly to accompanying guffaws of laughter. She ignores it, even as her tummy churns; should she be offering that? Is that what he wants these days?

“Don’t laugh.” She asks nervously as they walk into the little pantry. Elvis looks bemused to find himself there, leaning against the wall of the tiny space 

“I won’t” Louise nods, shutting the door, only to hear Elvis giggle, “You tryin’ to get me alone, doll?” 

“You said you wouldn’t laugh!”

“One hell of a christmas present! to be locked in a cupboard with a pretty little gal.” 

She rolls her eyes, wiggling past him to get to the freezer, 

“Close your eyes.” He obediently does so, and she reaches into an old box of ice-cream to pull out a Tupperware, “Hold your hands out.” And she puts it in his cupped fingers, “Ok…open.” He blinks down at the Tupperware.

“Um. Well, thanks, I’m uh, sure this will be useful.” Louise rolls her eyes, impatiently tugging off the lid herself, “Oh.” Elvis goes silent, staring at the three perfect, teeny snowballs balanced in the tub. Each resting upon a little piece of paper with Louise’s very best cursive handwriting spelling out the date; December 12th 1958, 18th November 1959, and 20th December 1960.  

The silence stretches as Elvis stares at the box, and Louise starts to ramble nervously,  “I was starting to panic this year, but at least I’d thought to pick some up back in January — it snowed so heavy on the 5th.  I think it was, or maybe the 15th? I’ll have to check my diary… so I mean it isn’t entirely accurate that it’s all from the 20th - but I mean, I had to have something and well I know how much you loved it when, when your mother… and I wanted you to know I’ve been thinkin’ of you non-stop while you were away. So, here, the first snow from the garden from every year you missed.” Elvis is still staring at the box, one finger poking each little round ball. 

“This really snow from two years ago?” 

“Uh-huh… I mean I don’t know what you’re gonna do with it now, but it really is… been in that box in the freezer this whole time…I hid it from everyone. Every time someone said they wanted some ice cream I panicked.”  

“Lou.” 

“‘M sorry this is really stupid, god - what are you gonna do with some snowballs, I should’ve gone in with the other girls, got you something really good… I just - well, I thought you’d like it and I know you misse-”

“Baby, I don’t, I don’t know what to say. I… I didn’t think anyone would think of me like this, like mama did, ever again. I - well, thank you, Lou darling, this is, well, its the best damn gift I’ve ever gotten.” He grabs her arm, tugging her to him - pressing a hard kiss to her forehead, the force of it surprising her.  “I’m gonna show everyone - c’mon - quick before they melt.” He runs out of the kitchen, leaving Louise to follow meekly behind. 

He shows them off like he’s a new father, proudly holding them up in the box, delicately picking one of them up and sighing at it, holding it up at the light for everyone to marvel at. It’s a little ridiculous in some ways - everyone in the room had been gifted something hugely lavish, and yet the thing  everyone was talking and gossiping at was a snowball. 

Hours later the party finally winds down enough that Louise realises she’s one of the last few stragglers of a night so late it’s turned into Christmas morning. How she’d ended up in this position she’ll never know, and she questions it herself as she stands quietly in the doorway, watching Elvis fumble on the piano. Just his fiddling is beautiful, little snippets of remembered carols, before he hammers onto the keys, singing along to Santa Claus is Back in Town. Louise can’t help the breathy gasp that escapes her and he looks up at her, smiling almost teasingly, perfect glint in his eye as he pauses for a second to run a hand through his hair before he continues for another verse and a half. He stops almost abruptly, standing up to stretch before turning to her. She’s trying to find the words to explain how beautiful it was, how perfect he sounds - how she can feel it throughout her whole being, but before she can express those sentiments he’s in front of her and grasping her hand. 

“C’mon,” He tugs her over to the armchair he’d been sat in earlier in the evening, “Over here hon, that’s it - you’re the last.” Elvis throws himself onto the chair, holding onto her, pulling her stumbling body against his. “You’re the last of my girls left…” He sighs melodramatically and Louise giggles uncontrollably back at him. She’d had an illicit two glasses and a half of champagne earlier in the evening; Elvis had playfully wagged his finger at her as she’d accepted it from Red although she’d seen him have more than a few drinks himself. She can feel the bubbles still settling into her tummy and head, fuzzing her thoughts a little and making her giggly and affectionate. Still, she wasn’t so tipsy she couldn’t call out his overdramatic behaviour. 

“They’ve just gone home for the night. They’ll be back tomorrow I’m sure.”  She shakes her head. He ignores her, crying out, 

“I’m all alone!” He tugs her by her elbow, catching her as she stumbles into his lap, pulling her onto him, flattening her wide skirt. It wasn’t really the fashion anymore but while she’d been momentarily hesitant about her holiday dress she wasn’t self-conscious, and she liked how it made her shape look. Some might suggest the bow and petticoats were juvenile, but it made her feel more adult than the tighter styles that were starting to become popular with her peers, more herself than playing dress-up. 

She snuggles under his arm, head pillowed on his chest, cheeks pressed against the little buttons of his shirt. He pretends to choke at her hair brushing his nose, using his free hand to flatten it under his chin and she grins, shivering against him as his breath tickles her skin. They stay cuddled for a few moments, sinking into the kind of happy exhaustion that seems to only occur on holidays. It feels different than before, although Elvis is more similarly carefree than she’d seen him in a long time. He’d grown up a lot over the years she hadn’t seen him, or so it felt, and his adultness didn’t match the image of him playing and fooling around that she had in her head. It’s an awful feeling, she thinks, that even with him right there, surrounding her, she still longs for a little more of the playfulness of the past.

Suddenly though Elvis shifts, interrupting her thoughts and murmuring against the top of her head, 

“Y’hear that?” Louise stops breathing, and all she can hear is the solid thump-thump of his heart against her ear, he waits a second but she can’t work out what he’s referring to and doesn’t respond, he gasps “There it is again! Do you hear it?” 

Louise shakes her head against him, frowning a little, “No?” She tries really hard to listen out, but other than the faintest hint of the music from the boys in the other room she can’t hear a thing. “The music?”  

“No! No, listen.” He puts his finger to his lips, shushing her,

“I really don’t hear anything Elvis.” He wraps his arm around her waist a little tighter, tugging her up so she was sat more upright on his knee, her face close to his. He whispers into her ear, 

“I think I hear hooves…” Louise frowns, 

“Hooves!?” God, it would be just her luck that he’d gone and bought her a horse or something, and she’d have to act grateful even though she was terrified of them.  

“Mmhmm, that’s right.” His hand rises up to brush across her back gently, fingertips dancing around her side, “Hooves. Hooves and bells.” He pauses for dramatic effect, jabbing his finger into her side in a tickling poke. His voice dips lower, as his arm squeezes around her, “Someone must have been a good girl this year.” 

Louise grins when she realises what he’s implying and couldn’t bring herself not to play along. 

“…You think it’s Santa Claus?!” 

“Hmm, definitely…who else would it be, on the roof with hooves and bells on Christmas eve?” She giggles, both in response to his kind-natured teasing and his fingers poking her side with an exaggerated motion.

“Oh, I wonder what he’ll leave in my stocking…” Elvis hums against her hair, 

“Mmm. Coal.” 

“Nooo!” She giggles back to him, “You just said I’ve been a good girl!”

“You’ve been a very good little girl.” His voice has hit that low pitch that immediately sends a jolt down her spine, right into the pit of her stomach and she swallows, trying to keep up with the joke. 

“Well, I’m, uh, I’m sure I’ll like whatever it is.” 

“Mmhmm….” His hand brushes up her leg, “Bet ya I’ll like what’s in your stockings more…” 

“Elvis!” She shrieks, playfully batting his hand away, he pulls it off of her, smoothing down her skirt, and resting it onto her lap for a moment. Louise feels her breath catching as he presses a kiss to the side of her head, brushing her hair out of the way and shifting her on his thigh so that she’s facing him. It’s almost a struggle for her to meet his eyes, she felt so desperate for his attention - but there was nowhere else to look that made her feel any less heated. His hair, god even his eyebrows were Elvis-enough to make her squirm. It’s only a second of him kissing her jaw, before she’s gasping for him, and before she knows what she’s doing she’s grabbing his hand and shoving it back on her thigh. 

She’d kept herself for him, even as it felt that she’d been playing before, doing it for someone who would never notice or care - ostensibly in general, but really if she was truthful - for him. She’d touched herself, hadn’t been able to resist the temptation, especially after his deep voice came through the phone - but the other boys, the boys in school, the ones with blue collar jobs and careers, had all lost their appeal whenever she imagined kissing them, and her imagination interposed the image and feeling of him, his slippery body in the pool, the feel of him in front of her on the bike. He was thinner now, even still, than he was before, puppy fat replaced with lean muscles. His face shape changed just the tiniest bit, perhaps unnoticeable to some, but so very obvious to her, cheekbones and chin more angular than before. But his lips feel the same as they did before he left, and since his return home - she’d expected they’d have lost their eager nature, but still she can feel the hint of desperation as he presses them against her jaw.

She gasps, rocking against him as he roves down her neck - a place no one else has ever touched, tiny points of pressure feeling like a heat was expanding across her neck and chest, matching the clench of her thighs. His hand gently strokes up her stockings before he hitches her up, capturing his mouth with hers and shoving her underlayers up to her waist in the abrupt movement. Louise moves with him, desperate to stay in contact with his lips and she moans in upset when he starts to pull away. 

“C’mon baby,” He whispers, “C’mon, Lou-Lou let me - let me say thank you,” He’s barely audible as he speaks against her lips between pressing bruising kisses onto them, “I just - wanna, wanna make you feel good, Lou doll.” She gasps out her agreement, eyes falling closed and her head falling into his shoulder as his fingers find their way to rub against the silk of her underwear. He shifts her again, balancing her so she can rock against his thigh and his hand, whilst also rubbing her leg against his covered crotch. Louise is almost surprised at the heat of him against her thigh, but her curiosity has no chance to be satisfied when he hooks a finger under the leg band of her panties, totally distracting her from anything but the feel of him under her and attempting to stay somewhat upright. His finger feels softer than she’d imagined, and yet, in comparison to her own the pads feel foreign, rougher and surer than hers ever were sliding into the wetness they find there.

“God, you’re so soft baby, so fucking soft in here, perfect for me, you been waiting on me, honey?” 

“Uh-huh, waited, waited so long for you Elvis - didn’t, I didn’t want anyone but you.” He groans in response, his fingers moving faster. Until he’s forced to stop, tangled in the fabric and he growls in frustration. Louise feels it go straight down her body, and her thighs clench, trapping his hand even more. He pauses for barely a second to manhandle her up, just enough to roughly tug her panties down enough that it’s now entirely her bare skin rubbing against his hand and clothed thigh, the fibres of his trousers almost giving her a friction burn with her rapid movements. He continues as he was a second earlier, but now with far easier access he’s able to swipe his fingers across her clit, taking her to the edge almost immediately. She has no idea if this was something he’s always done well, or if this is a trick he’d picked up while he was away, but whatever the reason she was grateful. She doesn’t even consider how they were still, essentially, in public, too distracted by his slender fingers to be concerned about her now partial nudity. The only noise to break up their combined breathy moans is the layers of of taffeta rustling between them, as she continues to rock against his thigh, but this all changes when he delves his thumb into her wetness, bringing it back up to stroke circles on her clit, gently but repeatedly running it over her. 

“Oh, Elvis?” She cries out,  

“What baby? You’re so - I can feel you’re close,” His own breathing is getting heavier, and he holds her steady with his other hand grasping her thigh while his thumb continues to stroke her, 

“I don’t - I don’t…” She doesn’t even know what she’s trying to say, and before she manages to turn it into a complete sentence she’s shaking on him as she rides out her orgasm. He sees her through it, continuing to stroke her with the same pressure before rapidly shoving his hand down his own pants, roughly rubbing himself off to quick completion. She watches him closely, unable to do anything but stare as his own eyes slide closed, head falling back against the couch and mouth opening as he gasps out a high-pitched moan. It was about enough to make her shudder again against his thigh, the look on his face, his mussed hair, open collar and the noises of sheer pleasure. Louise finds herself bouncing on his chest as he breathes rapidly from the effort, and he holds her tight for a few moments while they both regain use of their limbs. Louise feels almost a little shell-shocked and she only really comes to her senses when Elvis shifts, wiping his hand on his trousers with a grimace and patting her thigh, 

“Gosh that was, I, um, thank you El,” He grins at her, clearly pleased with his success, and he pats her leg again, 

“Thank you, honey, for just about the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me earlier baby, it was just - I’m gonna treasure them snowballs forever, you’ll see.” She grins back at him before an unstoppable yawn takes over her face, “C’mon lil girl, time for bed.” She gulps, thinking about all the people on the house - worrying what will happen next, 

“D’you…where am I gonna sleep?” Elvis frowns, little furrowed line marring his previously relaxed face, 

“With me?” 

“Oh,” Louise swallows, “Um, I think my parents will be expecting me - you know, Christmas morning’s all about -“ 

“Don’t worry honey, I’ll drop you home at the crack of dawn,” He winks, “-gotta make sure the house is all in order in any case anyway.” Elvis pauses, “Or, or you could invite your mama and pops over. They’d be more than welcome…nothing my mama liked more than a full house - especially at Christmas.” He’s looking at her with that earnest little boy expression again and it takes everything in her not to just suggest she should stay forever, it was so absurd that he’d want her to stay, instead of the other way around. 

“Well…maybe I could stay. And, well, I mean, I could come over in the evening? If you swear you’ll make sure I get home in time -“ He’s quick to interject, 

“Cross my heart darling,” She hums at him, and he motions the crossing of his heart across his chest, solemnly holding eye contact, “I swear.”

“Ok then, I’d love to stay.” 

Somehow, and (despite his promises) to Louise’s surprise, she’s dutifully shaken awake and dropped off home, albeit not by Elvis himself, only a few very short hours later. Coming up the driveway of her childhood home it feels almost inconceivable that she should have spent the day and night how she has, and she wonders for a brief moment if she hadn’t knocked her head or something and just hallucinated the whole affair. She’s so in her thoughts that she doesn’t yet notice, as she traipses past the lounge and kitchen where she can hear her mother singing to quickly change, a new set of boxes under the Christmas tree. Elvis’ script on the gift tags declaring “To Louise, a very good girl, from Santa.” 

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Pairing: Erwin Smith x F!Reader (Modern AU) Word Count: 5.4K Warnings: anxiety, swearing, alcohol, work stress, secret relationship, teacher-student relationship, age difference, explicit sexual content, nudity, fingering, desk sex, a little possessiveness, size difference, talk of marriage and having kids, drunk Nile, mention of a sex dungeon, lots of romance, marriage, pregnancy/children A/N: This is my Secret Santa gift for the lovely @lady-lauren. 😊❤️ Merry Christmas, Lauren! (Also: To anyone else reading this, IF YOU ARE A MINOR, DO NOT INTERACT!)

FIRST CHRISTMAS

You really should have known things wouldn’t go according to plan when your plane nearly slid off the icy runway. But you were trying to be optimistic.

And you are in desperate need of a vacation.

Even now, as you stand at the edge of a group of fellow travelers, waiting to find out if your flight is just delayed or outright canceled, your phone keeps buzzing in your bag.

You know you turned off Teams notifications. But apparently, your office group chat — or at least part of it — has migrated to a group text.

With a sigh, you glance down at your lock screen, a familiar anxiety settling in the pit of your stomach. You feel guilty enough as it is, taking a week off to escape what already feels like an endless winter. But it felt like it was meant to be when you spotted an all-inclusive vacation deal at a Hawaiian resort.

The last thing you need, on top of a very untimely blizzard, is workplace drama and news that your boss has fired his third secretary in as many months.

As you swipe the notifications away, an airline employee confirms the news you’ve been dreading: Your connecting flight is canceled, and the soonest you can fly out is tomorrow morning — Christmas Day.

Nearly twelve hours from now.

And that’s only if the weather decides to cooperate.

Fucking fuck.

Luckily, it’s still early enough that all the shops and restaurants are still open. You leave a group of agitated businessmen to gripe over the situation and make a beeline for the nearest place with half-decent drinks.

To be honest, an airport Applebee’s usually isn’t your first choice. But as they say, desperate times…

It’s only once you’re seated at the bar, waiting for a “Tipsy Reindeer” with what you hope is a generous pour of vodka, that you notice the man seated to your right, with one empty stool between you.

He’s looking up at the flatscreen mounted on the wall, his lips pressed into a thin line as he watches the massive winter storm move across the weather radar. His phone is out, open to what looks like a text conversation. There’s a suitcase near his feet, along with a leather briefcase.

When he takes his glasses off and pinches the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath, he notices you. 

Caught staring, you consider looking away and pretending nothing happened. The last thing you need is banal conversation shared over six-dollar “Sleigh Bell Sips.”

But something keeps you from doing that. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s clearly a kindred spirit, another traveler stranded here because of the snow. Maybe it’s the printed copy of the Georgetown Law Journal resting underneath his phone.

Or maybe it’s the fact that he’s ridiculously handsome.

It’s even worse when he smiles at you, his blue eyes crinkling a bit at the corners. With his glasses now slipping down his aquiline nose just a little, paired with the knit sweater he’s wearing under his wool coat, he’s like a blond version of Clark Kent crossed with a J. Crew model. And maybe a smidge of Old Hollywood movie star.

“I was going to ask if you’re stuck here, too,” he says, his voice deep and warm. “But I think it’s safe to assume everyone is.”

You huff out a laugh and thank the bartender as he hands you your oversized drink. “Guess it’ll be a white Christmas after all.”

His smile widens a little. “Are you heading home, to see family?”

“Nope.” You take a large sip of your cocktail, and yes, there’s the vodka. “I’m being terrible and skipping out on the festivities this year. Mostly because it’s the only time I could take off work without my boss losing his shit.”

“Sounds like my workplace,” he quips, lifting a glass of what looks like scotch on the rocks. “Here’s to escaping for a little while. Or at least trying to.”

Your glass is comically large compared to his, but you lift it anyway. Another sip, and you twirl your straw around, thinking you spot a Santa gummy floating somewhere near the bottom.

“Do you work in law?” 

When he looks surprised by your question, you nod towards the journal now pinned under his elbow.

“Oh! Yes. I’m a professor at Georgetown Law.”

You visibly perk up. You’ve always been interested in law, to the point where you were, for a time, thinking about going to law school. But you have what often feels like an incurable case of imposter syndrome, so you have yet to do much research, let alone take the LSAT.

“What kind of work do you do?”

His question only reminds you of the unread texts still piling up in your inbox, and you sigh, hard enough to elicit a look of concern from the man.

“Sorry. It’s a marketing job.” You take a larger gulp of your drink and explain, “I don’t mind the work, but I know it’s not something I want to do forever. And honestly? All the drama is exhausting.”

Now he looks intrigued, turning to face you as he rests his chin on his hand. “Would it help to talk about it?”

You laugh. “You’re already stuck overnight in an airport, and you want a stranger to bore you to death?”

He grins. “I somehow doubt you’ll accomplish that.”

“We’ll see.” 

Between what you suspect truly was an extra shot of vodka and the fact that you haven’t eaten in hours, you’re already feeling more relaxed.

Or maybe it’s just him.

Pushing that thought away, because nope, you are not allowing yourself to crush on a total stranger in the middle of an airport Applebee’s, you fix him with a considering stare.

“At least tell me what name I should have them put on your headstone when I succeed.”

Your dark humor seems to delight him as he extends a large hand for you to shake. “Erwin Smith.”

By the time you’ve regaled him with the most memorable pieces of workplace hot gossip — including your boss’s suspected affairs, a manager’s very inappropriate purchases billed to the company card while attending a conference, and several coworkers’ attempts to commit fraud — you’ve both finished your drinks, along with a shared plate of nachos.

“I don’t know how you deal with it all,” Erwin says, rolling his suitcase beside him as the two of you step out into the terminal. He’s tucked his reading glasses into the pocket of his coat, which is now draped over his arm.

You wonder if his sweater is as soft as it looks, admiring the way it fits across his broad shoulders. It’s blue, like his eyes — but no, a different shade entirely, like the ocean at dusk.

Too much vodka. Focus.

“Yeah, it’s, uh… interesting. Wine helps, though.”

Erwin laughs. “I can imagine.”

“On top of all the work I do — which is probably too much, since we’re understaffed — it’s stupidly tiring. Not physically, of course, but mentally, emotionally…”

As the two of you walk past a Sunglass Hut, a Brookstone, and then, of all things, a Spanx boutique, he considers what you’ve said.

“Have you thought about quitting?”

“Only every day.” You try to say it jokingly, but it comes out flat and deadpan. “I just don’t know what else I would do. And, you know, having money is nice…”

You’ve debated disclosing your true ambitions, your growing desire to go to law school and pursue a career in that field. Initially, you didn’t want him to think you were only talking to him because of that.

But after a few hours spent together, you get the sense that, if anything, he’ll be curious to hear more. He’s an information sponge, soaking up every detail you’ve given him, no matter how mundane or salacious.

“I’ve been thinking about going to law school.”

He stops walking, his briefcase swinging at his side. “Really?” There’s a pleased smile on his face. “I think that’s an excellent idea — but I’ll admit, I’m biased.”

“Did you always know that was what you wanted to do?”

“No.” He glances away, watching a couple exiting the travel convenience store with neck pillows and blankets, no doubt preparing for a night of restless sleep.

“I was an English major in college.”

You raise an eyebrow. “I’m surprised, but also… not really.”

He chuckles. “At one point, I could recite a good number of Shakespeare’s sonnets from memory. I wanted to reach high school language arts.”

“What changed your mind?”

The two of you continue walking, exiting one concourse and heading for another. “My father started having some health issues, so I took some time off after my junior year, to be there for him, take him to appointments…”

His expression is unreadable. “It gave me a lot of time to think. Mostly about how we were going to pay off his medical debt.” He looks at you, explaining, “He’s a teacher, too — well, he was. He’s retired now.”

You nod, listening carefully, even as you pass a Starbucks whose cheerful Christmas music is blaring at full volume.

“Two of my friends were going into law, so I decided to give it a go. And I ended up working at their firm for a while before taking the job at Georgetown.”

“It seems that you liked it well enough to keep going.”

It’s his turn to nod. “I paid off my father’s debt, but I also fell in love with law. It’s fascinating. And as someone always looking for a challenge, it never fails on that front, even as a professor.”

A comfortable silence stretches between you for a few moments before you tell him, “I’m really happy for you. That’s the dream, right? To find your life’s purpose?”

He hums a little, tilting his head as he thinks. “I wouldn’t say it’s my purpose. It’s something I enjoy, but at the end of the day, it’s still work. It’s part of who I am, but not all of me.”

Looking somewhat abashed, he asks, “Does that make sense? I suppose… after watching my father give up so many years to his work — even give up his marriage — I’m more interested in making the time I have count. There’s so much more to life, isn’t there?”

In that moment, perhaps because of his earnestness, or the way he unknowingly speaks directly to some of your deepest worries and insecurities, you realize there’s no use in trying to avoid falling for him.

It’s too late. It’s already happened.

SECOND CHRISTMAS

“You do realize it’s Christmas Eve, right?”

Erwin blinks, looking up from his laptop for what feels like the first time in hours. In fact, it probably is. The coffee he brewed late in the afternoon has gone cold in his mug, as if the stiffness in his neck weren’t telling enough.

You’re standing in the doorway, wearing one of his Georgetown sweatshirts. It’s so large on you, the sleeves hide your hands, and he can’t tell what you’re wearing underneath it, if anything.

What a tantalizing thought…

With a sigh, he leans back in his chair and takes off his glasses, setting them on his desk. “I’m sorry. It’s this damn presentation.”

You saunter into the room, a disappointed little huff escaping you. “It can wait. You’re on break. We both are.” Slowly, you reach across his desk and push his laptop closed. “So take a break.”

He can’t deny that you make a good point. You’ve been done with classes since early December, but exams had consumed weeks of both your lives and made it difficult to see one another. Now that grades have been submitted and the holidays are here, his focus should be on making up that time you were forced to spend apart.

It’s a precarious balancing act, dating a first-year law student. Upon your acceptance to Georgetown, the two of you agreed to certain rules that helped to make things easier. You wouldn’t take any of his classes. He would only give you as much help as he would any other student coming to his office hours. He would show you no favoritism, nor pull any strings to make things easier for you. 

And, most importantly, neither of you would tell anyone about your relationship.

That last rule had been inadvertently broken when Miche and Nile decided to stop by his apartment unannounced one evening — and proceeded to use a spare key to come in when he didn’t answer the door.

“We needed to make sure you weren’t dead,” Miche had explained while Erwin frantically pulled on a pair of pants and you hid under the covers, mortified.

“Yeah, you could’ve slipped in the shower,” Nile chimed in, smirking. “Or thrown out your old man back.”

“We’re the same age,” Erwin snapped.

“She’s most definitely not.” Miche was very clearly amused, wiggling his fingers in a wave when you poked your head out to glare at him.

Needless to say, it wasn’t an ideal way for you to meet his closest and oldest friends. But since then, they’ve made an effort to atone for their behavior. It’s not unusual for the four of you to have dinner together, often joined by their wives, Nanaba and Marie.

Other than that small, trusted group, no one knows that Professor Erwin is smitten with a student. And oh, how smitten he is…

He knew he was in trouble from the moment you met, both miserably spending your Christmas Eve stuck at the airport. You struck him as intelligent, funny, and tremendously kind, and if anything, his admiration of you has only grown over the past year.

When you decided to apply to several law schools, he had privately hoped you would choose Georgetown. And when you received your acceptance letter, he opened a bottle of champagne and cooked dinner for you both before congratulating you in ways that involved far less clothing.

He is, put simply, enamored. Your mind fascinates him, your wit and determination impress him, and your body —

“Erwin? Are you even listening?”

He startles when your hand waves back and forth in front of his face, and when you give an exasperated sigh, he smiles. “I’m getting distracted in my old age,” he dryly jokes, which makes you crack a smile.

“You’re ridiculous…” Throwing one bare leg over him, you settle yourself on his lap, and his hands instinctively move to rest on your hips.

“You’re forty, not eighty.”

“Some days, I’m not so sure.”

“Oh, please.” But you’re smiling at him as you run your fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his forehead.

He makes a small, pleasurable sound, leaning into your touch. Although he typically uses pomade on the days he teaches, he tends to forgo it otherwise. He can’t deny that this is one of the reasons why.

“If you really were an old man,” you muse, your voice light and playful, “you wouldn’t be getting hard so fast, just from me sitting in your lap...”

When you sink down a little lower, the outline of his cock pressing against you through his thin, cotton pajama pants, he groans. “I can’t help it. You’re not wearing anything under this, are you?”

He grasps the sweatshirt and tugs on it, just enough to reveal a little more of your bare thighs. You smile sweetly in response and simply tell him, “I thought I might have to persuade you to stop working.”

“Consider me very persuaded,” he murmurs, hooking his thumbs under the hem and pulling it nearly to your waist. Fuck, he was right. You’re wearing nothing at all. And he can see that you’re already wet.

“Have you been thinking about this for a while? Seducing me in my office?” His voice is lower now, his focus entirely on you as one hand slowly slips between your legs.

You open your mouth to answer, but all that comes out is a strangled gasp as he touches you, his thumb just barely brushing against your clit before he begins to slide two fingers inside you.

“I didn’t catch that,” he says, enjoying the way you brace your hands on his shoulders as he pushes in deeper and deeper. “Tell me, sweetheart… Have you been aching at the thought of me fucking you in my office?”

“Yes,” you finally answer, the word more of a breathless sigh than anything else. And it only makes him harder, the way you roll your hips forward, desperate for him in a way that’s utterly intoxicating.

He fingers you until you’re begging for his cock, your skin hot to the touch, your eyes hazy with desire as you clumsily strip off your borrowed sweatshirt.

While you fumble with the waistband of his pants, tugging it down far enough to reach into his boxers, he lowers his head and mouths at your breast, one hand pressed flat against your back as his tongue teases against your nipple.

He realizes it, not for the first time, when he has you sprawled across his desk, your legs pushed up as he fucks you deep and hard, his soft grunts overlapping with your lovely moans. It’s when you look at him, your hand reaching up to tangle in his hair, your back arching as you near your release.

You’re so beautiful like this, in every way, always. And he loves you.

He loves you so much, it feels overwhelming, in a way that’s both exhilarating and frightening.

He wants to possess you. Consume you. Worship you. Protect you. He wants to tell everyone you’re his, but also no one at all, because how could anyone else possibly understand?

As he rubs your clit in tight, little circles, kissing you, swallowing every needy whine and gasp of his name, he knows he’ll never want anyone else. It’s only been a year since you first met, but it doesn’t matter.

He loves you. And he’ll happily spend the rest of his life proving it.

THIRD CHRISTMAS

Although this is, first and foremost, Nile and Marie’s Christmas party, Erwin seems determined to strongarm the guests into celebrating your recent graduation. You quickly lose count of how many people congratulate you, and the seemingly endless refills of sparkling wine leave you feeling giddy.

It’s hard to believe it’s all over. But thanks to summer classes, along with a rigorous internship at Zacharias and Dok — earned entirely on your own merit — and too many late nights to even begin to count, you’ve graduated early.

Erwin has been glowing with pride for weeks now, ever since your commencement. No longer caring about hiding your relationship of three years, he showed up with an enormous bouquet of roses and practically swept you off your feet the moment he saw you.

It made sense. You were no longer a student, not that you had ever been his student. That was a rule you luckily managed never to break. But even so, many of your classmates had been shocked by the public display of affection. Others, however, cheered and wolf-whistled.

It’s been strange, pulling back the curtain and ditching the secrecy you’ve held tight to for the past two years. But it’s also been incredibly freeing.

You sometimes think about how miserable you were at your old job, always wondering if things would ever get better. And now here you are, with a brand new career ahead of you, along with a boyfriend who adores you so completely, it still blows your mind.

How did I get so lucky?

“I think the cookies are just about done.”

You’re startled out of your thoughts by Marie’s soft voice, and you turn to find her putting on cat-patterned oven mitts over her manicured hands. She’s wearing a red velvet dress that hugs her stomach, and you wonder if she should be bending over so much at seven months pregnant.

But when you offer to help, she shoos you away. “I’m fine, I promise.” And she proves it, pulling out the baking sheets with ease and setting them on top of the stove. “Trust me, this is a breeze compared to the twins.”

“Are they at your parents’ house tonight?”

She nods, picking up a spatula and impatiently poking at one of the chocolate chip cookies. “They’re a godsend. We’ve been looking forward to this for weeks.”

“Nile texted Erwin and said if the girls made him watch Elf one more time, his brain might actually melt.”

Marie laughs at that, leaning back against the counter. “He’s just annoyed that they didn’t want to make a gingerbread house with him this year.”

You dramatically gasp. “Now that’s heartbreaking.”

“Poor guy.” Marie shakes her head, then fixes you with a curious look. “Have you and Erwin talked about it at all? Marriage, kids…?”

Taking another sip of your drink, you consider her question. Truthfully, you have. It only makes sense to double-check with a partner that you’re on the same page when it comes to Big Life Events.

But it’s not something you’ve discussed lately. You’ve wanted to, there’s no doubt about that. However, between his hectic schedule this semester and your scramble to finish everything you needed to before graduation, it never seemed like the right time.

Seeming to sense your answer before you can give it, Marie offers you a kind smile. “I’m not trying to pressure you, I swear. I was just curious.”

“No, it’s fine,” you assure her, your voice a little too cheerful to compensate for your tangled thoughts. “It makes sense. It’s not like we’re getting any younger.”

Erwin turned forty-two this year. Does he really still want kids? And now that you’re living together, practically a married couple in every other way except legally, is it something that’s still on his mind?

Marie frowns and opens her mouth to reply when Nile stumbles in, clearly trying his best to walk straight despite his obvious inebriation. 

He steals a cookie, stuffing it into his mouth, before asking Marie, “Haff oo seen Hange ‘n Mulblit?”

Marie tuts at him. “Chew before you choke, and no, I haven’t.”

“They left early,” Miche interjects, ducking into the kitchen to grab another bag of ice for the bar they’ve set up in the living room.

Nile looks aghast, quickly finishing his cookie before demanding, “Why?”

Miche shrugs, and Erwin appears behind him, leaning in the doorway. Unlike his friends, he seems sober. Almost too sober, considering how many times he’s encouraged partygoers to toast your accomplishments. 

He catches your eye and smiles warmly. He’s wearing a sweater you bought for him last Christmas, and although his hair is still mostly slicked back, it looks softer than usual, like he’s been running his hands through it.

Is he nervous about something?

The thought promptly leaves your head when Miche continues, “I’ve stopped asking shit like that, ever since Hange went into explicit detail about what they keep in their sex dungeon.”

Nile nearly trips over his own feet, and Marie snorts as she moves the cookies to a cooling rack. “They have a sex dungeon?”

“I’ve said too much,” Miche gravely states, turning on his heel and leaving the room. Nile follows behind him, while Erwin shakes his head, moving to join you at the kitchen island.

“It’s almost midnight,” he murmurs, placing a hand at the small of your back. His thumb moves up and down in a familiar, soothing motion, and you relax into him, resting your head on his shoulder for a brief moment.

“Time to take me home? Before I turn into a pumpkin?”

He laughs softly and noses against the crown of your head. “Exactly. Your carriage awaits.”

After saying goodbye to Marie and accepting a hastily-packed to-go container of cookies, you follow Erwin to the car and make small talk on the way back to his apartment. He tells you about the drinking game Nile was playing with some of Marie’s coworkers, Levi’s newest café on the other side of town, and Petra and Oluo’s adorable mishap under the mistletoe.

By the time he’s unlocking the door, you’re feeling a little sleepy and more than content with the idea of throwing on your coziest pajamas and climbing into bed. You’re so distracted, it takes you a minute to realize exactly what you’re looking at.

The living room has been filled with candles. They illuminate the space with a gentle, golden glow, and you catch the faint scent of something sweet in the air. Small votives are lined up on the faux wood floor, marking out a path. And Erwin has followed it, walking ahead of you to stand in the middle of the room, his expression caught somewhere between excitement and nervousness.

“W-what… Erwin, what is this?”

Distantly, you realize it’s a ridiculous question. You know what this is. You know. But you need to hear him say it.

As you slowly walk towards him, Erwin clears his throat. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, but it took some time to decide how. Luckily, Hange and Moblit agreed to help while we were at the party.”

You feel much more awake now, processing his words. Your friends did all of this. Because he asked them to. Because he’s been planning this, for who knows how long.

Erwin shifts from one foot to the other, then quietly says, “When I was eight years old, I asked my father why he fell in love with my mother. His answer seemed frustratingly simple at the time. ‘She was like a dream — something I never knew I wanted, but once I did know, I could never let her go.’

“And when I was thirteen years old, I asked him why she left. He said, ‘Because I took her for granted. I thought the dream would never end.’”

He reaches into his right pocket. “I promise I will never take you for granted. I promise to make you happy, to always put you first, to give you all of me, always.”

By the time he sinks down to one knee, you’ve begun to cry, pressing your lips together to keep quiet even as you wipe at your tear-stained cheeks.

“I love you. I think I always have, from the moment I laid eyes on you.” His smile turns somewhat shy. “It sounds clichéd, I know… But I can’t help it. Not when it comes to you.”

When he holds out his hand, revealing a small, black box, you press your hand to your mouth, and he takes a shaky breath, overcome with emotion.

“I want you by my side for as long as you’ll have me. I want to have a family together, grow old together… I can’t imagine anyone more perfect for me than you.”

He opens the box, revealing a ring it seems he plucked from your errant daydreams, whenever you’ve wondered about what your future might hold. It always astounds you, how he knows you so well and manages to make it seem effortless.

“Will you marry me?”

The answer is obvious. There’s no doubt in your mind. Because just as he believes you’re perfect for him, he is perfect for you.

You love how he rambles when he’s passionate about something, the way he’s patient with you when you cook a meal together, especially a new recipe. You love when he dozes off on the couch with a book lying on his chest, the way he holds your hand and tucks it into his coat pocket when you take a walk after classes are done for the day.

You love that he hums in the shower, that he cries during heart-wrenching movies, that he’s a happy, lovable drunk, that he wants to try bird-watching and pottery, that he can fuck you so good, you nearly forget your own name. 

And you love how he gazes up at you, tears glimmering in his eyes, when you finally manage to answer his question.

“Yes.”

FOURTH CHRISTMAS

You’ve just finished loading the dishwasher when you wonder where your husband has gone. After drying your hands on a towel, you can smell pine and cinnamon as you turn the corner and allow yourself to admire the Christmas tree tucked into the corner of the living room.

You love many things about your house, purchased right after your wedding. But one of your favorites is how much space you have. Erwin’s apartment was so full of bookshelves and furniture, he had settled for a four-foot-tall artificial tree that usually went undecorated until you came along.

But this year, he was the one who bought a much bigger version, along with colorful strands of lights, yards of garland, glittering ornaments, and even a tree skirt. He did it all in one day, surprising you when you came home from work.

Blowing out the candle sitting on the small table beside his usual reading chair, you think you hear his voice upstairs. And when you reach the second-floor landing, you smile, knowing exactly where he is.

You slowly push open the door, not wanting to interrupt. But your chest tightens at the sight of him sitting in the rocking chair — a gift from his father, who’s taken up carpentry during his retirement.

Your seven-month-old daughter is nestled against him, paying rapt attention as he reads to her from a board book called “You’re My Little Christmas Cookie.”

He’s wearing his reading glasses, and as usual, they’re making a slow descent down his nose. He dresses more casually these days, since he’s on sabbatical to both work on writing a book and be a stay-at-home dad.

It was something you both agreed upon, but he made it clear that if you ever needed a break from your work at Miche and Nile’s firm, he had no problem returning to the classroom — or even the courtroom — while you stayed home.

Your daughter grabs onto his forest green henley with one fist, babbling a little as he reaches the last page.

“That’s an excellent point,” he says, as if responding to a colleague, and your laugh gives you away, drawing his attention for a brief moment.

He smiles at you before setting the book aside and lifting your daughter up into his arms. She’s wearing one of the many Christmas onesies your friends have gifted you. After you’ve both kissed her goodnight and placed her in her crib, he follows you into the hallway, already opening the monitoring app on his phone.

“She’s learning to pull herself up and stand by the railing,” he says, pointing at the screen. “I’m worried she’s going to fall back and bonk her little head.”

“Nile instilled that fear in you, didn’t he?”

Erwin looks sheepish, but his smile turns softer when you stand on your toes and kiss his cheek. 

“She’s already so big,” he murmurs, watching as your baby girl begins to doze off. 

“You always say that.”

“What, you never think that?”

“Of course I do.” You playfully shove at him as he leads you into the bedroom, setting his phone aside.

In retaliation, he wraps his arms around you and hauls you onto the bed, trying to shush your laughter as he leans over you.

“You’ll wake her up.”

“And it’ll be all your fault.”

He grins. “I suppose that’s true.”

Realizing you’re still wearing your office attire, you sigh and reach up to begin unbuttoning your blouse. “But I really do think that, all the time. She was so little, and now she’s not, and it’s just going to keep happening, and…”

Erwin gently nudges your fingers aside, taking his time undressing you. “That’s how it goes, sweetheart. All we can do is enjoy it as much as we can.”

You watch him as he focuses on removing your clothes, your eyes flitting from his stubbled jaw line to the faintest hint of gray coming in at his temples. He looks tired, as do you, you have no doubt. But you can tell he’s happy — more relaxed than he ever was while teaching.

You’re distracted from your idle thoughts when he lowers his mouth to the swell of your breast, his hand sliding over the satin fabric of your bra.

“What happened to ‘you’ll wake her up’?” you ask, even as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.

Erwin lifts his head just enough to look at you, his eyes bright with mischief — and love. Always so much love.

“You’ll just have to be quiet, sweetheart… Think you can manage that?”

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Secret Santa 2023!

Hello hello -

Well, it's the 11th hour on xmas eve (possibly literally, depending on your time zone), but I'm here, very technically on time! :P

My giftee for the @super-secret-conspiracy secret santa event was @kitsunefaux, who gave me a pretty wide-open request for Ryou and/or Bakura by preference, with a few shipping options. Tendershipping was first on that list, so here we are. I hope you enjoy me subjecting poor sweet Bakura to the joy of winter weather for your amusement. ;)

Fic Rating: G (or I guess T if a couple of F bombs count)

Fic is below, or on A03 here

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“Come on!” 

“No.” There was a pause. “Oh, fuck right off with the pouting.” 

“Is it working, though?” 

“...No.” 

“Pleeeeeeaaaaase? It’s so nice out!” 

“Not it’s not, it’s fucking cold.” Another pause. A judgemental look down. “That’s the only reason you even got me into this monstrosity. It ends there.” 

“Except it doesn’t. People need to see!” 

“Lies.” A pause, then a deep, soul weary sigh.  

“I’ll get your scarf!” A beaming smile. 

“....I hate you so much.” 

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Even though Halloween was clearly the superior holiday, Ryou always appreciated a nice fresh snow right before the winter holidays. And he was rapidly discovering that it was all twice as entertaining when you have a boyfriend with no concept at all of winter to lovingly torture with it all. 

He still couldn’t quite believe he’d managed to convince Bakura into coordinating ugly christmas sweaters for the day. It was good to know just how far Bakura was willing to go in the quest for winter warmth; that would probably come in handy someday. But for now, he‘d take his small victory. Here they were, all bundled up – Bakura in a scarf and a hat and mittens, goodness it was only barely below freezing, what were they going to do when it got properly cold – and out to enjoy the lovely winter’s day. 

Despite his earlier grumbling, Ryou could tell that Bakura was enjoying himself. Bakura’s gaze was darting around, eyes suspiciously wide and sparkly for a man who was supposed to be annoyed. A thick fog had rolled through the day before, leaving a thick layer of hoarfrost clinging to every available surface in its wake. The frost glittered now against the bright blue sky, turning the world to crystal. Ryou tucked his hands around Bakura’s arm and leaned into his side.  

“See, it’s not so bad, is it? It’s beautiful out here.” 

“I admit nothing.” Bakura glanced over at Ryou with what was probably supposed to be a stern look, but he didn’t quite manage to hide a tiny grin. 

Ryou couldn’t help but roll his eyes a bit at that, though he gamely tried to hide it. “Of course you don’t.” He smiled. “Fine then. Just enjoy the scenery, you grouch. I should have found you a grinch sweater to match the sparkling holiday cheer.” 

“A tribute to the best thief of the holidays? I’d take it.” Bakura made no effort at all to hide his smirk this time. 

Ryou now rolled his eyes quite a lot, and enjoyed Bakura’s laugher at his side. They fell into silence as they walked down the path together, just enjoying the fresh winter air and sparkling frost for a while. Suddenly, Ryou tugged on Bakura’s arm.  

“Oh, look!” He pointed up the path. “It looks like someone’s been flooding a little ice patch. Let’s go slide around a bit!” 

Bakura went stiff beside him. “Not a chance.” 

“Oh, but it’ll be fun.” 

“Nope.” Bakura planted his feet. “It’s bad enough walking in snow, there’s no way you’re getting me sliding around like an idiot. You’re on your own.” 

“Even if moving around a bit more would help you stay warm?” 

Bakura squeezed his arm to his side, tugging Ryou’s hands more firmly into his side in the process, and smiled. “You’re doing a good enough job of that already, thanks.”  

“I see.” Ryou gave Bakura’s arm a squeeze and considered his options for a moment before smiling up at Bakura with an exaggeratedly angelic look.  

“Well, I’m glad to be of service and all, but your heater needs a break.” Fast as a viper, he snatched the hat off of Bakura’s head and bolted towards the ice, gliding smoothly across it to hop into the snow on the other side. “Your precious warmth is right here whenever you’d like it.” 

“What the fuck!” 

Ryou burst out laughing. Bakura looked so deeply offended.  

“Come and get it!” Ryou grinned and shook the hat as though trying to tempt a bull. “Surely the greatest thief of the last few millennia can steal back a hat? All that’s in the way is a teeny tiny patch of i-” The next words were cut off by a burst of hysterical laugher. “What was that?!” 

Bakura looked up from the ground, where he’d splayed himself out the moment he set foot on the ice. “Shut your f-AH!”  

Ryou had to bend right over he was laughing so hard. Bakura kept trying to get to his feet, but he couldn’t seem to manage more than half a second of traction before ending right back on the ground in a heap of awkward limbs. Eventually, he lay still on the ice, despondently spread-eagle, and turned pleading eyes on Ryou. That was about as close to a plea for help as he was ever likely to give, and Ryou managed to calm himself down enough to take pity on the poor man.  

“Ok, ok, let me show you how it’s don- eep!” 

Ryou blinked up at the sky, which was suddenly straight ahead. He lay on the ground for a few seconds of stunned silence before turning his head to look at Bakura, who was lying still next to him, stunned expression on his face. They stared at each other for a moment, before bursting into laughter again.  

“It serves you right! Justice!” Bakura punched a fist at the sky, but wisely didn’t try to get up again.  

“Yes yes, me and my big mouth.” Ryou reached over to stuff the hat back on Bakura’s head. “I think that’s our sign to head home and warm up.” 

“About time. Let’s get the hell out of here.”  

Ryou shimmied awkwardly off the ice, dragging Bakura along in his wake as best as he could. It wasn’t graceful, but they got there. They always did.  

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Ryou returned to the couch with hot chocolates in hand, and gratefully sank into Bakura’s side when he held the blanket open for him.  

“Here. Chocolate mint for me, and a dash of chili pepper for you. Only the best. Better?” 

“Yeah. Better.” Bakura shifted to help Ryou settle in, and pressed a kiss to his temple. “Remember this the next time you think it’s a good idea to go outside and freeze our asses off. We can skip straight to the good stuff next time.” 

“Oh, but you had a fun. I saw how you were staring at all the frost. Wasn’t it beautiful?” 

“And cold.” 

“Well yes, that’s how frost works.” Ryou took a sip of his drink with a happy sigh. “But it was a good day.” Ryou smiled up at Bakura, warm and content.  

“Yeah. A good day.” Bakura leaned his head over Ryou’s, and they let the warmth sink in.  

[singsweetmelodies]

my writing: masterlist

ils se connaissent par couer

piarles ~ hurt/comfort ~ 2.2k words ~ rated t Post-Monaco 2022, Pierre and Charles debrief, in their own way.

quiet my fears with the touch of your hand

piarles ~ hurt/comfort ~ 1.7k words ~ rated t Post-Silverstone 2022, Pierre and Charles are there for each other.

long live the walls we crashed through

sewis; seb & young drivers ~ 5+1 things ~ 6.7k words ~ rated t 5 people Sebastian Vettel says goodbye to, +1 he doesn’t have to.

love’s a game, wanna play?

piarles ~ fake dating au ~ 21.5k words (WIP) ~ rated t Pierre accidentally tells his mother he has a date for a cousin’s wedding. Charles accidentally agrees to play the part of said date. Accidentally, it all works out perfectly.

so i guess all the rumours are true (you know i love a rouen boy)

piarles ~ established relationship/coming out ~ 8.7k words ~ rated t The one where Pierre and Charles come out on Charles’ Monaco vlog.

i just wanna be (drinking on the beach with you all over me)

piarles ~ phone sex ~ 2.2k words ~ rated e Pierre and Charles spend the first week of summer break apart, and miss each other very much.

baby just say yes

piarles ~ miscommunication/friends to lovers ~ 2.9k words ~ rated t The one about that moment from the drivers’ parade in Monza 2022.

(you are the best thing that’s ever been) mine

piarles ~ 5+1 things ~ 15.6k words ~ rated e 5 times Pierre wore something of Charles’, +1 time Charles wore something of Pierre’s.

hold you as the water rushes in

piarles ~ hurt/comfort ~ 1.4k words ~ rated t Post-Suzuka 2022, Pierre and Charles take comfort in each other.

it’s you and me, that’s my whole world

piarles ~ modern royalty au ~ 10.4k words ~ rated t The one where Charles is a prince, and Pierre is his best friend, and they pine.

he was pointing at the moon (but I was looking at his hand)

piarles ~ angst/unrequited love ~ 13.7k words ~ rated t Pierre has been in love with Charles for as long as he can remember. Then one day, Charles falls in love with someone else, and Pierre can only watch from the sidelines as everything slowly goes from bad to worse. part 1 of a series ~ part 2 by @welightitup ~ part 3 by @dm3rv ❤️💙💚

crème français

piarles ~ tumblr fic ~ nsfw The one where Pierre and Charles try something new in bed (AKA, whipped cream.)

stars by the pocketful

sewis ~ relationship study ~ 4k words ~ rated t Seb & Lewis through the years: a first, a last, and then a first again.

...💄

piarles ~ 5 sentence fic ~ sfw written for the prompt: “gloss”

...💋

piarles ~ 5 sentence fic ~ sfw written for the prompt: “lipstick marks”

...🚦

piarles ~ 5 sentence fic ~ nsfw(ish) written for the prompt: “traffic”

... ☁️

piarles ~ 5 sentence fic ~ sfw written for the prompt: “clouds”

...🌤

piarles ~ 5 sentence fic ~ sfw written for the prompt: “sunshine” - sequel of "clouds"

... 💚

piarles ~ 5 sentence fic ~ sfw written for the prompt: “jealousy” - sequel of "clouds", prequel of "sunshine"

... 😏

piarlos (pierre/carlos) ~ 5 sentence fic ~ sfw written for the prompt: “easy”

...🍷

piarles ~ 5 sentence fic ~ nsfw(ish) written for the prompt: “collarbone”

you should think about the consequence (of you touching my hand in the darkened room)

piarles ~ sexy distractions ~ 4.7k words ~ rated e The one where Pierre and Charles (almost) have sex while he’s still on a Zoom call.

a wednesday in a café

schuclerc ~ coffee shop/royalty au ~ 8.3k words ~ rated t Wherein Mick is a prince, and Charles works in a coffee shop, and they’re both very beautiful and very stupid. (Pierre and Esteban are there, too.) written for the chircus gc secret santa 🎄❤️

Game For Two

piarles ~ friends with benefits ~ 27.7k words ~ rated e Charles wants to explore his sexuality after his recent break-up. Who better to give him a helping hand than his loyal (and devastatingly gorgeous) best friend? part 2 of a series ~ part 1 by @redyellowstupid ~ part 3 by @leclerctops❤️💙💚

sweater weather

piarles ~ tumblr fic ~ sfw Charles has a habit of stealing Pierre’s clothes when he misses him. (AKA, the blue sweater fic.)

one love, two mouths

piarles ~ tumblr fic ~ nsfw The one where Pierre and Charles have missed each other, and fuck about it (AKA, tender blue sweater smut.)

get me with those green eyes, baby

piarles ~ basketball date smut ~ 4.6k words ~ rated e The one where Pierre and Charles fuck before their (second) NBA basketball date.

you’re in my head, you’re in my blood (cowritten with @boxboxbrioche ❤️)

piarles ~ university au ~ 15.8k words ~ rated e Charles is a music student with big ambitions and high standards when it comes to love. Pierre is the university’s football star and resident flirt. Neither is ready for what being paired on a project will mean for them… Written for the Piarles Winter Fic Exchange 2022/23 ❤️💙❄️

you are perfection, my only direction (it’s fire on fire)

piarles ~ dragon rider au ~ 40k words ~ rated e The one where Pierre and Charles are Dragon Riders, and spectacularly stupid about their feelings, and have to marry each other to prevent an inter-House war. Written for the Piarles Winter Fic Exchange 2022/23 ❤️💙❄️

you can feel it on the way home

piarles ~ montreal 2022 date fic ~ 4.6k words ~ rated t Charles, Pierre, a midnight drive through Montreal, and realisations.

breakin’ down and coming undone (it’s a rollercoaster kind of rush)

piarles ~ post-breakup angry sex ~ 5.9k words ~ rated e The one where Pierre’s girlfriend breaks up with him after the Monte-Carlo Masters, and he goes to see Charles about it. Needless to say, it doesn’t go as expected.

you kiss my face and we’re both drunk

piarles ~ drunk sex ~ 2.5k words ~ rated m All really good friends have That One Time they fucked while drunk. This is Charles and Pierre’s. written for the Calamars Club Emoji Challenge 😍🐙

your lips, my lips (apocalypse)

piarles ~ friends with benefits au ~ 56.7k words (WIP) ~ rated e Pierre and Charles begin a new thing in the 2023 season: making out after each new race. And then also… before it. And then at random times, too, just because they feel like it. (It goes about as well as you’d think.)

...🪢❤️

piarles ~ tumblr fic ~ nsfw (a/b/o dynamics) angst, miscommunication and a/b/o, feat. brief/mentioned maxierre with piarles endgame (+ implied maxiel.) 

…And My Heart Is With You

piarles & galex ~ sitcom au ~ 16.4k words ~ rated m Roommates. Idiots. Lovers. (AKA: misunderstandings in the loft are at an all-time high. What will it take for it all to be sorted out?) part 2 of a series ~ part 1 by @welightitup ❤️💙💚

when the curtains close and all of the lights go down

piarles ~ light angst & feelings realisation ~ 3.2k words ~ rated t Suzuka in the rain is never easy, for any of them. But Pierre and Charles find each other, like they always do.

i want to write you a song

piarles ~ one direction au ~ 49.5k words ~ rated t The one where Pierre, Charles, George, Alex and Lando are all in a boyband together, and the whole world believes Pierre and Charles are desperately in love with each other. Is it true? Well…

... 🤭👀

piarles ~ tumblr prompt fic ~ sfw written for the prompt: “green card marriage + vampire and hunter”

... 👀🏋️

piarles ~ tumblr prompt fic ~ nsfw(ish) written for the prompt: “met at the gym”

tied with the same thread (unconditional)

piarles ~ love confessions ~ 2.7k words ~ rated t The one where Pierre and Charles are each other’s constants in an ever-changing life - because a love like theirs is unconditional.

... 👀⌚

piarles ~ tumblr prompt fic ~ sfw written for the prompt: “soulmate timers”

you and i will be safe and sound (cowritten with @boxboxbrioche and @welightitup)

piarles ~ bodyguard au ~ 1.8k words ~ rated t Charles is an actor, and Pierre has his back. Always.

put my name at the top of your list (cowritten with @boxboxbrioche and @welightitup)

piarles ~ phone sex ~ 2.1k words ~ rated m Pierre and Charles FaceTime before Vegas. Charles has… a question.

like a rainbow with all of the colours (cowritten with @boxboxbrioche and @welightitup)

piarles ~ strangers to lovers ~ 3.1k words ~ rated t Charles Leclerc visits an unassuming patisserie on a random Wednesday.

you filling my cup (the sun coming up)

piarles ~ fuck or die ~ 16.7k words ~ rated e (a/b/o dynamics) The one where Charles’ drink gets spiked with the omegaverse version of a fuck-or-die drug. (Pierre helps.)

and i long for you to appear 

piarles ~ second chance romance ~ 17.5k words ~ rated t (a/b/o dynamics) When now-famous actor Pierre Gasly gets himself into a bit of PR trouble, it's up to his childhood best friend to step in and save the day. Thankfully, Charles is an expert public relations manager… the only question is if he'll be able to stop his feelings getting in the way when he finally sees Pierre again after all these years. Written for the Piarles Winter Fic Exchange 2023/24 ❤️💙❄️

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Winter/Holiday Prompt List

Hi!!! Welcome to my mish mash of a writing prompt list!! 

NONE OF THESE PROMPTS ARE MINE!!! I took my favorites from other lists and compiled them all together. 

PLEASE SPECIFY WHETHER YOU’RE REQUESTING A SCENARIO, A DIALOGUE, OR A SCENARIO WITH PROMPT!!! I had to keep asking people which one for the previous prompt list and some did not get back to me and didn’t get their prompt written :( 

I will say, I have some ideas for full length fics from these prompts so your drabble request may become a full length fic! 

Happy winter and happy holidays y’all! 

Scenarios!! 

Snowed In 

First Christmas together 

Christmas party 

Snowball Fight 

Ice Skating 

New Years Kiss 

Secret Santa 

Gift Giving 

Sledding 

Snow Tubing 

Baking Together 

Matching Pajamas 

Ugly Christmas Sweaters 

Skiing/Snowboarding 

Watching Christmas Movies 

Christmas in New York 

Watching Harry Potter 

Building Gingerbread House 

Playing Board Games  

Building Snowmen 

Snow Angels 

Black Friday Shopping 

Thanksgiving Dinner 

Gift Shopping 

Exchanging Presents 

Traveling during the Holidays 

Decorating for the Holidays 

Watching Hockey 

Watching Football on Thanksgiving 

Big Blankets 

Cuddling during a snowstorm 

Dialogue!!!

“I can never have enough Christmas decorations.” 

“You’re wearing this sweater and you’ll like it!” 

“I can’t believe I’m gonna jump face first into that snowbank.” / “You don’t have to. You could choose not to.” / “No, I’m gonna.”

“I need more lights.” 

“All I want for Christmas is you.” / “Don’t quote Mariah Carey at me.” 

“I feel like I’m in a Hallmark. Where’s my generic white guy love interest?” 

“I don’t really care about Christmas, but you do, so just come to this Christmas party with me please.”

“Please open the door. It’s cold out here.” 

“your lips looks cold. want me to warm them up for you?”

“you have snowflakes in your hair.” 

“i know it’s winter, but you don’t have to act so cold!” 

“want to go for a walk and check out all the lights?” 

“how are you wearing shorts in this weather?!”

“it’s so cold but you’re so warm.” 

“i don’t need mistletoe to kiss you.” 

“here, you can have my scarf.” 

“want some hot chocolate?” 

“please open the door before i freeze to death.” 

“there’s space for you by the fire, come sit.” 

“wait, is that mistletoe?” 

“you look pretty covered in snow. guess that’s why they’re called snow angels.”

“if you don’t have gloves, you can just hold my hand.” 

“if i slip on the ice, it’s totally your fault.” 

“let’s just stay in and watch the snow” 

“i’m cold, can we cuddle?” 

“i’ll be home for christmas, i promise.” 

“i’ll be your date for that christmas party if you don’t have one yet.” 

“the holidays aren’t so bad with you around” 

“you’re who i want to kiss at midnight on new year’s eve.” 

“isn’t it a little cliche to get engaged on christmas?” 

"My heating isn't working and I have nowhere to go." / "Oh, and you really think it's a realistic option that I let you crash at my place?!"

"YOU want to spend the holidays with ME??" / "Now that you say it, it really does sound weird."

“i don’t want to spend the holidays with my family.” 

“i can’t wrap presents.” 

“Come on, let’s get out of this party and spend New Years at mine.” 

“So…have you decided on who will be your new years kiss yet?” 

“Do you have a new year’s resolution?” 

“I wanted to confess to you before midnight to prove to myself that i’m not a wimp.” 

“Let me buy you a drink.” 

“You didn’t think I would let you go alone, did you?” 

“I need you to act like my boyfriend at this reunion so my family will leave me alone.” 

Scenarios with a plot!!! 

I’m recruiting you to help me terrorize your friend because they pelted me with snowballs at the park the other day

We’re in a meeting that I should be paying attention to, but I’m making paper snowflakes instead and you glare at me every time you hear my scissors

I’m trying to buy a last minute gift for a friend, but they’re impossible to shop for, so your little shop is my last hope

This is your first winter with lots of snow and you’ve never made a snowman before, so we’re making one; no arguments

I’m shopping for Christmas decorations with my friend, but neither of us can reach the top shelf, so they asked you for help and now I’m nervous because you’re really cute

I didn’t know you would be at my house talking to my roommate, so I came dancing down the stairs singing Christmas songs and now I’m embarrassed because you joined me in Last Christmas

I was in the middle of a nice dream, but your screaming over the first snow woke me up and now I’m grumpy

I read our kid a book about the things snowmen do at night and now we’re taking a walk at two in the morning to show them the actual snowmen don’t do anything

I brought you hot chocolate without asking and you seem really flustered by it because you didn’t think I’d remember that you like hot chocolate a lot

I moved in next door a few months ago and had no idea how enthusiastic you are about Christmas, but I mentioned I hadn’t decorated, so now you’re knocking on my door with a box full of decorations and are begging me to let you decorate

We’re snowed in at a little airport and we both just want to be alone, so we decide to sit together to keep everyone else away because there are some very determined carolers wandering around and employees who keep trying to check on us

[saviorbook]

HELLO @ubuntuify!!! I am your secret Santa!

Thank you @secretsantafrans/@venelona for hosting the event.

Enjoy this small gyftmas story that dabbles with questions of the mundane variety.

Sans rushed around, faster than anyone had seen him move before. Considering he typically moved at a snail’s pace, it wasn’t too impressive. Still, he ran around, getting decorations straightened and food properly arranged. It was Gyftmas day, and the skeleton brothers were hosting this year, their fourth year on the surface. It was a smaller get together than previous years, with some people being on the road. Still, that didn’t mean they could just slouch on Sans’ favorite holiday.

As everyone began to arrive, Sans had a large smile on his face. He welcomed everyone in and seemed ecstatic. There was only one person missing, and they were the one person Sans was the most excited to see. He asked around, wanting to know if anyone had heard from them. Undyne was apparently the last person they had texted, and that was over two hours ago. Regardless, the group had a party to start.

They all had dinner and were snacking on baked goods before Frisk burst into the house, snowflakes in their hair and their jacket soaked. They quickly closed the door before the blizzard could invade the house. They gave an awkward smile as they hung their coat up, only a thin cotton dress shirt served as protection from the cold weather. “Sorry I’m late, everyone. A last minute meeting came up, and I walked here since the roads are blocked.”

Everyone rushed to their side and started to worry over them, talking about how they couldn’t live with themselves if it turned out Frisk caught a cold to be here. Sans was the only one not participating, opting to get them a sweater and a cup of hot chocolate.

“Give them some space, guys.” Sans throws the sweater, hitting them in the face.

“Go to the bathroom, get changed, then come back down here and have some coco.” Frisk gave him a thankful look and did as he suggested.

After a few minutes, Frisk comes back down, their hair a wet mess, but they were at least wearing a thick sweater, now. They sat down by the fireplace, soaking in the warmth as Sans gave them the cup of coco he had prepared.

“Hey, guys? I have a question… If you could have everything you want, but you had to live a mundane life, would you do it?” The party froze, everyone now staring at Frisk.

Papyrus was the first to answer, stating that it was impossible to be mundane when he was so great. The rest soon followed, giving their own reasons for saying no. When the question was Sans’ to answer, he declined, secretive as always.

“What about you, punk?” Undyne couldn’t help but ask the same. It was a random question, but if Frisk was going to ask it like that, out of the blue, they must’ve thought about it themselves.

“Oh, you know… I’ve already got everything I need.” They shrug and scratch the back of their neck. “Anyway, how dare you guys even entertain my questioning? Let’s get to the present opening.”

The party gets back into the swing of things: the music getting turned back on, gifts getting opened, smiles, and jokes galore. Everyone was having a great time, but all things must come to an end eventually, and the end of this party was fast approaching. Unfortunately, the blizzard that forced Frisk to walk had only gotten worse, getting to the point where they couldn’t even open the door anymore.

Papyrus suggested a sleepover, and it wasn’t like anyone could refuse. Everyone was sleeping downstairs in a makeshift pillow fort, built by Papyrus and Undyne. At least, everyone but Sans and Frisk had managed to fall asleep.

“Hey, Frisk. Wanna head up to my room? Just to talk, nothing weird.” He spoke in a low whisper, making sure no one else heard.

They whispered back, laughing a bit while answering, “Sure. I could use a talking buddy.”

The pair went to Sans’ room and snuck in quietly. Frisk sat cross legged on Sans’ bed and watches him sit down, too.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” Frisk’s eyes met his, their own eyes a shimmering gold that made the skeleton blush a light blue.

“I, uhm… I wanted to answer your question from earlier, the one about a mundane life.” He avoided their gaze and sighed.

“I’ve thought about it a lot, actually. When I first heard the question, my answer was yes. I thought that it made sense, getting everything I want? It sounded amazing. Then, I really thought about it, and I couldn’t see it happen.” Frisk reached out and touched his hand out of sympathy.

“My entire life has been a series of disappointment and heartbreak. There’s a reason I only have 1 Hp. I, uhm, the harder I think about it, the more I realize that no matter what, I can’t be happier than I am now.” He looks at the human across from him and gives them a soft smile, not his cocky grin, but a soft smile.

“Having a mundane life means, no magic, and that’s one of the only things that’s kept me going. I guess, the other question would be, does this mundane life start now, or does it reset my life and make me start over?” He sighs, and Frisk gives his hand a squeeze. He looks up at them with a smile and continues.

“In either case, I wouldn’t be able to be happy with it. Living a mundane life starting now, wouldn’t allow for me to do the things I want to do, and reliving my life, would only leave me feeling empty, like something was missing. What about you? You dodged Undyne’s question like it was a sport.” Frisk chuckled and pulled their knees to their chest.

“Yeah… If I’m being honest, I don’t know what would make me happy. I’ve never taken the time to think about it.” They look at their feet, clad in fuzzy socks.

“I think, I’m happy. I know that I love you, all of you guys...” They glance up at him, a light blush adorning their cheeks.

“I’ve been through so much, I don’t think I could live a mundane life and be happy. There would always be that sinking feeling of something going wrong. You know?” Sans nods and squeezes their hand.

“I’m okay without living a mundane life as long as I can spend it with you.” Frisk looks into Sans’ eyelights, and Sans blushes a deep blue.

“What?” Sans looks back at them, his voice quiet and unbelieving.

“I’ve grown attached to you, Mr. Boneman. Despite what Undyne and Papyrus think, you’re my best friend, and I’ve grown a bit tired of only being friends. I understand if you don’t feel the same, and if you’ll still have me as a friend, I’ll gladly let our relationship stay tha-” Sans cuts them off, a bright blush on his cheeks.

“Frisk, I’m sick of being of friends. I want more, too. I’ve actually had a thing for you, for awhile...” He swallowed thickly and looked up at them. They were blushing a bright red and had a large smile on their face.

“That’s really nice to hear.” They’re grin had yet to cease.

“So, does this mean that we’re together?” Sans chuckled nervously.

“I think it does.” Frisk gave him a smile.

“This is probably the best gift I’ve ever received.” Sans kept his goofy grin as he pulled Frisk in for a hug.

“We should probably head back downstairs.” Frisk pulls back with a small smile.

“Right. We don’t want to worry anyone.” Sans takes Frisk’s hand and walks back downstairs to their friends.

They both share another small whisper on the stairs.

"Merry Gyftmas."

[daydark4k]

its sweater weather after all! my piece for a bootwt artist secret santa on twitter, my prompt was ranboo with sweater paws <33

[therabbitthatpostthings]

Hashira Secret Santa

(Modern AU?? This is really silly btw, probably ooc for the sake of funnies)

Obanai

Obanai gets thoughtful gifts for Mitsuri only and is pissed that Shinobu wouldn’t help him rig the pulls to get Mitsuri for the 5th time in a row. He tries to get nice and good gifts for everyone (even Giyuu on occasion). He’s the type to get shopping done early when the weather starts to change just to be extra prepared.

He ended up getting Muichiro a pair of headphones that are also noise cancelling.

He took Mitsuri out to dinner anyway

Muichiro

Muichiro…. he remembered to show up today so everyone was fine with that. He didn’t really know what would be a good gift and consulted Tanjiro on it since he knew Kyojuro (slightly) better. Tanjiro suggested getting him a flame patterned ramen bowl.

Muichiro ended up getting him a full ceramic set and a little owl shaped keychain.

Kyojuro

Kyojuro is somehow a mess and very organized when it comes to secret Santa shopping. Every year he goes through hell planning gifts- forgetting about them and then remembering and scrambling to buy things. And it always works out?!

He was very excited this year because Tengen always gave him the best gifts and he knew that only something flashy could match the flashy Hashira. Not only that he wanted to get something for his wives as well.

This man, got the gaudiest (fuck ugly) pair of sneakers custom made for Tengen. A horrific yet cohesive mess of colors and rhinestones and Tengen LOVES IT. Tengen is crying and already modeling the shoes- he will them for the rest of the party.

Kyojuro got a nice tea set for Hina, a book collection for Makio (disguised as a shoebox, I like to think she likes trashy romance and is embarrassed about it), and a giant 7ft tall stuffed animal for Suma.

For the first time ever, all three of them considered Tengen proposing to Kyojuro.

Tengen

Like Obanai, Tengen is also super pissed Shinobu wouldn’t help him get Kyojuro again this year. He plans his shopping ahead of time for at least a month and buys everything all in one day. He wraps it all in one day too.

Tengen admires Gyomei’s strength and fortitude, so getting a gift that represents that was very important to him. It only makes sense that the God of Festivals would get the flashiest and best gifts for his colleagues. So it came as a surprise to everyone when Gyomei opened his box to find several cat toys. Gyomei immediately started crying because he thought no one remembered his two cats. Tengen also offered to come over and set up a scratching post for them.

Gyomei

Sanemi was a hard person to shop for, even for Gyomei who prided himself on knowing good gifts to get people. The whole ordeal was really stressing him out. Especially since, Sanemi didn’t want to participate in the first place. Gyomei toiled over this for a long time before deciding to do something.

Sanemi opened to his box to find, sweaters. Hand knitted sweaters. They weren’t perfect but you could tell they were made with effort. Gyomei also motioned towards him, a hot chocolate making set with decorative mugs. Sanemi just stood a little quiet, then turned and said thank you while putting on the white and blue sweater.

Sanemi

Speaking on not wanting to participate, Sanemi hated the fact that he had pulled Giyuu’s name! He yelled- no- DEMANDED Shinobu pull again.

Being the brother he is Sanemi actually gets his shopping done in a timely manner and doesn’t stress over the holidays. He won’t admit it but Christmas time is a beloved time to him.

So imagine the frustration of getting Giyuu a gift. FUCKING GIYUU! The most punchable, antisocial loser imaginable! He thought it was dumb but didn’t want to get shit from anyone for just giving him a mug or something. What a pain…

He had to go to the one person that could help him now. Tanjiro…

Giyuu opens the box to find a light blue knit scarf with an ocean wave pattern at the ends. On top were two braided hair ties, one was blue and white and the other was red, yellow and green. Before anyone could say anything, Giyuu softly thanked him and tied the second tie into his hair. For some reason, they both looked embarrassed.

Giyuu

Every year Giyuu buys 5 gifts, one of Urokodaki, one for Makomo, one for Sabito and recently, Tanjiro and Nezuko. He functioned just fine doing that. Never needing to stress because he always had an idea of what they would want. Giyuu was the only other person who didn’t want to participate in Secret Santa because he knew Shinobu wouldn’t allow him to pull her name.

Giyuu was silently stressing now because just idea of getting Obanai a gift seemed impossible. The two didn’t get along he was sure Obanai actually hated him. Scratch that he was 100% sure Obanai hated him. It was far too late for him to back out however, everyone had picked and no one would trade with him (he was too timid to ask anyway).

And like the Angel she is came in Mitsuri who offered helpful piece of advice. Here stands Obanai holding a free meal ticket at his favorite restaurant (it’s actually Mitsuri’s) because what’s a better present to him than being able to treat her. Giyuu also brought a tiny sweater for Kabarumaru that had gloves sewn on to look like he’s holding his own glove and a coiled snake ring.

Obanai muttered a half-hearted “Thank you,” and you could feel the tension in the air soften as Giyuu released all the unnecessary pressure from off his shoulders.

Shinobu and Mitsuri,

Somehow got each other for Secret Santa! Knowing this they both decided to get a present they could both enjoy on top of the individual gifts. Mitsuri gifted Shinobu some expensive perfumes while Shinobu gave Mitsuri some designer dresses. They both decided to reward themselves with a trip to a hot spring the following weekend after Christmas and spend New Years relaxing. The same relaxing hot springs Tengen and his wives would be attending that they also invited Kyojuro to! What a strange turn of luck?!

Makes you wonder why Obanai is glaring at Shinobu so hard…

[lvyu]

cold hands, warm laughs

. . ♡ ･ﾟphantombur x reader

⎯ wc. 1.2k

notes: secret santa exchange time for grey’s event! for @weewooihavefoundyou! hope this is okay, i’m a bit outta practice and it’s my first shot at phantombur! i used the general prompt of making them blush.

“i enjoy the weather this time of year,” wilbur said. “i don’t get as tired as i normally do.”

“right, well, while you have a merry time out here, i’m freezing to death,” you shivered. “can we please go, bur? time’s gotta be up by now.”

wilbur tsk’d, correcting you. “five minutes.”

if you had the energy, you would have kept annoying him about the time, but considering you were sure there was snow piling up in your boots, you couldn’t be bothered. you watched as wilbur walked aimlessly around, kicking at small hills of snow. despite his few layers (he wore the same thing as always, just pants, shoes and that dumb yellow sweater and purple half-cape of his), he didn’t even shiver. come to think of it, when he breathed out, you couldn’t even see it in the air. the only reaction he had to it was the occasional twitch of his wings.

before you could feed your curiosity, he kicked a small pile of snow, revealing a small, damaged flower. a rare one at that, and the exact one that was the center of your bet with the deceased menace.

the sight of it made you groan, any earlier feelings and thoughts gone, knowing it meant you’d owe him days of work. wilbur, on the other hand, smiled.

“this is a scam, obviously you knew where to find them.” you watched him pick it up, twirling it gently between his index and thumb, careful not to completely destroy it.

he shrugged. “should’ve thought of all the possibilities before you agreed.”

before you could argue with him, he faded out, mumbling a ‘come along then’, leaving footprints in the snow as he retreated to his home. begrudgingly, you followed, lagging behind a little, though he didn’t seem to mind. if anything, he seemed to enjoy the quiet, soon reappearing and humming a tune.

it took a while to get back, greeting a few of the other residents walking around before reaching his place. he went inside first, shutting the door in your face, yelling: “you have to knock, the sign says so!”

menace.

after you very politely knocked on his door, he opened up with a grin and let you in, shuffling to his mini-brewing station to order things as he let you get settled. truth be told, being inside wasn’t much different than being outside.

“have you considered investing in windows that don’t have giant holes in them?” you asked, rubbing your hands up and down your arm, a futile attempt to warm up.

“i don’t mind,” he answered.

“i do.”

wilbur hummed in thought, placing the rarity you’d found in a special casing to preserve it. once he hid it away in that cluttered drawer of his, he turned back to you. “you’ll be working in the basement, anyways,” as if the basement wasn’t just as cold, it was built on top of caves for fuck’s sake. “but if you ever do get a little too cold, feel free to buy a potion from me!” he gestured to his small shelf of potions, (only a small portion of what he actually had stored away, you were sure). “or there’s blankets somewhere in that closet.”

“you’re the most annoying person i’ve ever met.” despite your urge to ignore him, you followed his words and pulled out a few blankets to wrap around yourself and sat down. the floor was even colder.

he snorted, turning away from you, going back to sorting through his junk. “and you’re the most whiny person i’ve ever met.”

“says the guy who can’t even feel cold.”

“i— what?” he looked down at you and started laughing, wings perking up and hands covering his face. “how is that at all related to me calling you whiny?”

his reaction stunned you, leaving you scrambling for an answer. “i don’t know!” your response only made him laugh harder. seeing him laugh for the first time, and so hard, was jarring. “you can’t though, right? that’s not funny at all!”

after a few minutes of going back-and-forth, (mostly you yelling at wilbur to stop laughing so much, which only made him laugh harder), he calmed down, joining you on the floor in front of you, legs crossed. he looked at you, making you awkwardly look anywhere but his eyes.

“hm,” he reached out, touching your cheeks. “you’re warm now— is it because you’re embarrassed?”

screw being awkward. “no!” you met his eyes. “you’re actually crazy, i can’t believe i made a bet with you.” you grabbed his hands, pulling them away from your cheeks, holding them between your faces. “shit, i’m crazy.”

he smiled; he was quite enjoying seeing you so flustered. “you’re so stupid.”

“fuck you.” it came out instinctually, a natural response to his words, though his tone was gentle as he spoke, lovingly, dare you say.

wilbur paid no mind to your words, shrugging it off. “you sort of are, but that’s okay, i… like.. it,” he put his hands down, pulling yours along with his. “where’d you even get the idea i can’t feel from?”

“cold specifically!” you corrected him, earning an ‘ah’ from him. “and you never seem cold or anything! you’re a cold-hearted dick sometimes—” he laughed. “—but you don’t… shiver or shake or anything, so i very smartly and logically came to the conclusion that you can’t get cold.” you finished, looking at him for any sort of response, hoping it made sense. his face was blank, quietly humming as he took your words in.

after a moment, he giggled. “i was right, you’re so, incredibly, stupid.”

this time, you didn’t curse him, instead you pulled your hands from his (which were still partly grabbing yours) and quickly placed one on each cheek, moving your hands all around and smushing his face.

(if he were still alive, you’d probably end up killing him with the way you were blocking his nose.)

at first he jumped back a little, the sudden movement scaring him, but once he understood what you were doing, he started laughing, almost as hard as earlier. it was your way of telling him he sucked, and he knew that, and he couldn’t be more delighted at your antics.

“huh,” you said, with disbelief in your voice. “you are cold. can you feel that? do you feel cold?”

he shrugged, still evading giving you a proper answer. “you’re so silly,” his words came out muffled, eliciting a laugh from you. “told you so.”

you let his face go, resting your hands back in your lap, smiling. “you know, you were a little warm though— i do that?” you teased. “did silly little me making the wilbur embarrassed?”

wilbur brought a hand to his cheek, tapping it with his index finger as though he was deep in thought. after a comically long amount of time sitting there, he stopped, giving you a cheeky smile.

“nah, just got warmed up from the house, i guess.”

“you actually suck,” you argued. “i can totally tell you’re blushing!”

“you’re so silly, i’m not.”

“you are! definitely!”

“silly weirdo.”

[slurrmp]

Here’s my contribution to the Doctor Who fandom for the end of the year. A LIST of 25 prompts to write throughout the month of December, this is mainly for the Christmas time and during the summer months, because I am from Australia and our Christmas is during the summer. Now you don’t HAVE to solely write these for Doctor Who, but it was a collaboration project between everyone in the Thirsting for Thirteen dis.cord server (if you would like to join this server, where we talk about the 13th doctor, but others as well, please feel free to shoot me a message), so the idea IS for the Doctor plus anyone you would like.

Feel free to TAG me in your stories!!! Add them onto any writing site you post too! I can’t wait to read all of your lovely stories !!!

1. Ice Skating 2. Christmas Shopping 3. Beach Trip 4. Tree Decorating 5. Seasonal Baking 6. Sweater Weather 7. Making Snowangels 8. Under the Mistletoe 9. Christmas Dinner 10. Christmas Party 11. Sitting by the Fire 12. Nice swim after lunch 13. Caroling/Carolers 14. Hot Chocolate Moments 15. Wrapping Presents 16. Road Trip 17. First Snow 18. Christmas Light Seeing 19. Secret Santa 20. Christmas Market 21. Christmas Movies 22. Matching PJS 23. Christmas Eve Eve 24. Gift Giving 25. Christmas Morning

[homuraakemis]

My favorite She-Ra AMVs - Part 2

Catradora

[SHE-RA] Catradora // Dynasty (HAPPY PRIDE MONTH) by Force Captain Tilly

[SHE-RA] Catradora // Arcade by Force Captain Tilly

SPOP Catradora AMV - Bury Me by Jonathan Harrison

SPOP Catradora AMV - All The Things She Said by Jonathan Harrison

SPOP Catradora AMV - You And I by Jonathan Harrison

Catradora || Clarity || MV by biquid

Catradora | In the Name of Love by Kittinette

catradora | show me no mercy by Lê

Catra & Adora | Still with hearts beating by Ilovehertjes

take me back to the start | catra/adora [s5 spoilers] by Nialies

SPOP Catradora AMV - Breath (2.0) by Jonathan Harrison

I hate you, I love you / Catradora by All Magic Comes With Rice

Catradora // I hate you I love you [S5 spoilers] by AtomicEdits

Catra and Adora | Too Far Gone [+ Season 2] by Jula Misiak

Catra & Adora | Come back, I still need you. by pandieex

Catra & Adora | Youth by Paige Hoffman

catradora {bad romance} by Fayedepup

Catradora《Bad Romance》|| She-Ra by Azure Mist

[Catra + Adora] Wicked game [Catradora] by Onceuponavideo

Kiss with a Fist || Catradora by kingdomkey112

CATRADORA | Hold On [ S5 SPOILERS ] by JayJem

Catra and Adora | "As long as we stay together." [+ Season 3] by Jula Misiak

Catra & Adora || Happier by MsDarkShadow6661

Catra/Adora/Shadow Weaver | Blinding by izolda

which witch | catra & adora by optimist queen

Catra & Adora | Fine Line by pandieex

Catra & Adora | I love you, I always have (+S5) by AgustinaVids

Catra The Reason Shera AMV by What a Dork

closer | catra & adora by optimist queen

Catradora : I KISSED A GIRL : AMV by Cartoon - Mashup

CATRADORA- Protector[+s5 trailer] by Demigod's Child

catradora | dusk till dawn by clexaslight

Die For You || Catradora by Abstract girl

Catradora || Don't Deserve You [Season 5 spoilers] by ATildeProduction

catradora | halo by duda

catradora AMV - who is in control? by owieczkakuleczka

CATRADORA | BAD GUY | AMV by Catradora's Ship Captain

SPOP Catradora AMV - Drive by Jonathan Harrison

Evil!Catra x Adora ~ Super Psycho Love by For_The_Horde

afterglow | catra/adora by Nialies

Catra & Adora || Unsteady (+S5) by uravity

⌈Catra x Adora⌋ «Feel Something»⎜She-Ra⎜ by Ame

Catra & Adora || I Don't Know If We Can Be Friends by MsDarkShadow6661

CATRADORA-Dusk Till Dawn [+s5] by Demigod's Child

you really hurt me | catradora by alondra g.

catra x adora | love & war (+s5) by choni heart

Catradora AMV - Run Devil Run - Ke$ha by pastelry

⊳[She-Ra] - Sweater Weather⊲ by Fenrir

rumor has it | catra + adora by optimist queen

catra & adora: find my way back by Lambertini

catradora || together at the end of the world by a.r.

SPOP Catradora AMV - Antebellum by Jonathan Harrison

Catradora~What Have You Done by SwordHappyFox

SPOP Catradora AMV - Deliverance by Jonathan Harrison

"In The Darkness With You" - Another Catradora AMV by DemonFox287

SPOP Catradora AMV - Monster, How Should I Feel by Violet Shell

Catra & Adora | Everybody Wants to Rule the World | She-Ra AMV by Winged Pegasus

SPOP Catradora AMV - Howl by Jonathan Harrison

This Feeling || Catradora || She-Ra [MV] by Savyko

Apologize II Catradora II She-Ra [MV] by Savyko

catradora | I can't let go of you [echos - 1216] by SunnivaAMV

my mistake | catra [she-ra] by gabi's amvs

Catradora | Animals - Maroon 5 | [She-Ra AMV] by REFERUM The Last Airbender

(she-ra and the princesses of power) catra & adora - it's over by indigo

Catradora | Hurts Like Hell by SunnivaAMV

catradora | into you by starloves

⊳[She-Ra] - Monster⊲ by Fenrir

SPOP Catradora AMV - Young by Jonathan Harrison

Rescue Me | Catra/Adora [Secret Santa for boxedkat37] by ScarletxMoon

Undisclosed Desires | A Catradora AMV by Mr. Mirogo

Catradora - Burn Butcher Burn by living-for-fiction.tumblr.com

♥ Catra & Adora || ♫ I Don't Love You But I Always Will ♫ by For_The_Horde

the good, the bad, the boring | catra & adora by optimist queen

Catradora | Tether Me by SunnivaAMV

i walk the line | catra & adora by optimist queen

setting fires | catra & adora by optimist queen

cry for me | catra & adora by optimist queen

IDFC (Acoustic) - Catradora AMV by VoltMax84

Catradora "Let Me Down Slowly" by AnikaEdits

[SHE-RA] Catradora // Wanna be your slave by Force Captain Tilly

Catradora | Desire by luckyamvs

Adora & Catra ❝Love Don't Hate It❞ by Albiorixz

Catra & Adora • Crave by Catraxx

Catra & Adora | Don’t blame me by SadSab

Forever | Adora - Catra AMV (SHE-RA) by PurviewProductions

Catadora [She Ra AMV] || Dark Side by NiftyNotes

Catra & Adora | Someone To Stay by hobbitfalva

Catra and Adora || She Left Me. (+Season 4) by Kasterborous

Catradora | Stay, Adora [amelia - skott] by SunnivaAMV

Catra & Adora | Stay with me. by hardbecks

⊳[She-Ra] - Listen before i go⊲ by Fenrir

❝ Heartbeat ❞ ➽ catradora by dvskbloom

Catra & Adora || Surrender [s5] by Lilylilie

[Catradora] War of hearts by Onceuponavideo

Catradora: Alone by Riko Sato

Catradora | Stay AMV by nevergrowup

Ruin my Life — Catradora by WolfStargazer Edits

Catradora AMV {She-Ra} (Ruin My Life) by SibxrianSkull

Catra & Adora || Always Hate Me [s1] by Lilylilie

Catradora AMV - Wine Red - The Hush Sound by Pastelry

cinnamon girl | catra + adora by optimist queen

Catradora What Could Have Been Edit subtitles by soapie

❝ Medicine ❞ | Catradora [S5] by Pie

This Life Is Mine // Catradora vs. Shadow Weaver by All Magic Comes With Rice

Far Away || Catradora (+s5) by Rena Rain

Follow You - Catradora by Hero Edits

Catra & Adora // Killing Me To Love You by 3sleepycapybaras

SPOP Catradora AMV - Cosmic Love by Jonathan Harrison

Dusk till Dawn || Catradora amv by Midtown Tiger

Catra AMV - Ignorance - Paramore by Pastelry

Catradora AMV-The Reason-Hoobastank by floofysparkledemon666

Catra and Adora I Found AMV by the fan of everything

Take You Down「AMV」Catra x Adora by xxYenTheYuriQueenxx

[S5 Spoilers] Catra and Adora - Keep Holding On AMV by LightWolf

Catra & Shadow Weaver & Adora ~ Why Her Not Me? by Tamera Farly

Catra & Adora | This is me trying by Ilovehertjes

Catradora - ReWrite the Stars by Jay Z

Moondust | Catradora AMV - She-Ra by RosettaStarlight

[SHE-RA] Catradora // Please just this once... stay by Force Captain Tilly

Gone, gone, gone\\ Catradora shera amv by BunYip

i never hated you. [catradora edit] by SourSiffle

Catra & Adora | Chasing Cars (s5) by vellichor.

stay | catra/adora [s5 spoilers] by Nialies

Lover ❥ Catradora (SPOILERS!) by BaltoDork

Without Me Catradora AMV by LadyoftheCave

[amv] she-ra | without me. by stray_editori

catra & adora • dangerous woman by starloves

Catradora - Payphone by Gallity

demons ⚔️ catradora (for mel) by interplanet janet

She-Ra Hooked | Catradora Amv by Little Ray of Joy

[Catradora] how can I stay away? by AbsolLugia

Battlefield- Catradora by Mia Cutie

catradora // blinding lights [SHE-RA SEASON 5 SPOILERS] by xCartoonCarro

[Catradora] Ｔｈｅ Ｅｎｅｍｙby Ky S Edits

Somebody To Die For | Catradora AMV - She-Ra by RosettaStarlight

SPOP Catradora AMV - Bring Me to Life (Synthesis) by Jonathan Harrison

Adora & Catra | Sweater Weather [MV] by Vi 😁

She-ra~In The End by SwordHappyFox

She Ra - AMV - Just Give Me A Reason - Catradora (P!nk ft. Nate Ruess) by Karina Puga

Catradora - Come As You Are by Kiara Cantillo

catradora - take on the world by Jauregui Ninja

Catra and Adora - Someone To Stay by Rowan_Ark

Catradora || Take me home by SnowFalls3

catradora | don't blame me by Misty Music

❝ too late ❞ ➽ catradora angst (corrupted&chipped catra) by dvskbloom

LOVE AGAIN | catradora amv by alondra g.

I remember you | catra/adora by Nialies

Catradora || Bad at love by PhylasVell

catradora armor amv unfinished by Hunter Edits

Adora & Catra - Let Me Down Slowly by Gallity

Catra and Adora | Let Me Down Slowly by Slothy

Catra & Adora || I'm not leaving. by SafetyTree

we're bound to the struggle || (adora + catra) by EvilRegalPro

catradora | exile [tradução/legendado PT-BR] by Bruna

roman holiday | catra & adora by optimist queen

SPOP Catradora AMV - Green Light by Jonathan Harrison

catra & adora || Promise [+season 5] by cheetos514

Catradora - Hold Me (Håll Om Mig) by ZeldaNoel

You (didn’t) Love Me // Catra & Adora | Shadow Weaver by Rena Rain

Catra & Adora | Gone Forever by hobbitfalva

Catra & Adora | Stay by pandieex

Catradora || You deserve love too by SnowFalls3

catra [+adora] | you left me. by Jula Misiak

catradora | my happy ending by chelsie

catradora edit + :;- so empty by loonathelesbiancult

I remember it all too well - Catra & Adora (She-Ra/Catradora) by Helen S

How To Start A War- Catradora AMV by Mia Cutie

catradora | I can't tell what's real and what's (hallucinations) by Lê

for the last time | catra/adora by Nialies

Catradora - Safe and Sound - Catra x Adora AMV by Mirlvnv

SPOP Catradora AMV - Song #3 by Jonathan Harrison

Catradora - Porcelain | She-Ra AMV | Adora to Catra by Phoebe and Kelly Inviere

𝐵𝓊𝓇𝓎 𝒜 𝐹𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹|Catradora by Estrella_030

Catradora {Adora+Catra} || Hold On by audrey fletcher

Catradora || hold me by PhylasVell

[oonajaeadira]

For the Love of Fic: January 10

This fandom is severely prolific and I am a slooooowwwww reader. I envy those of you that can read fast (even moreso those who can write fast). I throw my hands up on trying to keep up. I do what I can.

But I did love a fair few this week...

🪐 = Year of Themed Creations work!

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MAXWELL LORD

I Wish You Worked by @missredherring 🪐 Rachel starts off strong on her Year of Wishes with this Max!Genie AU. Begining with one of my favorite crystals--a champagney, honeyed citrine--we get to feel the pull toward the stone, the longing for something more, and when there’s reason to yearn for the happiness and prosperity the stone is meant to deliver, our hero makes a glorious appearance. I am not a Maxwell stan, but I have the feeling that Rachel’s gonna make me see the light.

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PERO TOVAR

And You Would Be There Too by @leslie-lyman Tess and Pero from Stranger at My Gate returns and I’m so frikin happy I could and did and will again scream. Leslie ruined me for life by putting him in a black cable-knit sweater in a light snowfall and I really cannot put that image out of my mind. This little check in with them deals with feelings of jealousy and claiming, and in all the right ways. It’s spicy and sweet together and that’s my favorite flavor combo. Tess isn’t the only witch who can cook it up, I see. 

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EZRA

Kernow - Postcards by @honestly-shite A bite-sized peek in at painter Ezra and his lady, in a bitingly-chilly morning while he’s fixing her a bite to eat. But all he wants to do is take her everywhere. It’s a simple moment, pretty and sweet and hot and I want to live in it forever.

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MARCUS PIKE

The Saltwater Room (i): Saw You In The Low Light by @chaoticgeminate 🪐 So the first of her video game AUs is based on Raft, which seems like a fascinating game of sailing a flooded world in search of resources. Coming upon a strange man who is unconcious and tied up on his own raft could mean danger, but I’m glad the reader takes a chance on him. Excited to see what’s next...

Closing Time by @insomniamamma 🪐 It’s not a great new years--he’s getting dragged out by his coworkers and she’s been dumped by her boyfriend just minutes before midnight. But the way they find each other in a bar, the way they find someone to cling to and lean on, the offer of blueberry pancakes...this has my little heart melting over Mr. Perfect Boyfriend.

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DIETER BRAVO

Afterpary Blues by @ghostofskywalker 🪐 Even if it started as a PR relationship, even if he can be a bit of a disaster, and even if their agents can’t agree, I 100% it’s in the reader’s best interest to take him back. I mean. I would. Especially if I knew he was jealous of me dancing with someone else....

Interlude: Bravo, Bravo, Bravo by @elegantmusicdragon A quick and precious installment in the animal trainer series (and yes, Margie the goat is present and being sweet). There is one question being asked. One question. And Dieter keeps skirting it. His answer broke me... 😂

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DIN DJARIN

untitled by @unhinged-summer-fun This chef!Din x critic!reader piece made me feel so so much. I’m still sitting here shocked by it. When a make-or-break food critic comes to Din’s place of work he isn’t bothered so much about what she’s going to say as what she feels. It’s such a visceral piece, tasty and warm, and I’m just sitting here thinking... more.

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JAVIER PEÑA

Naughty List: A Pedrostories Secret Santa Gift Fic! by @something-tofightfor After everything he’s been through, Javi needs time to settle into accepting his feelings...just like the reader needs to settle into being intimate with the prettiest agent to come on back to Loredo. Hence a naughty list, and his complete and sweet acceptance of everything she asks of him. And I melt.

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JACK DANIELS

Lovely Weather by @the-blind-assassin-12​ The way he plans this getaway for his lady, the care he takes in preparing surprises, the delight he gets in seeing her happy, the absolute perfection this man is when he loves someone. I want it. I want it all. What a perfect Christmas.

Over Ice by @haylzcyon  My gods, I love the fluff here. Fake marriage is a normal Spy Thing™, but it also might just be the thing that convinces someone to see you as true potential. I mean, especially when you add in hot chocolate and ice skating and a good heaping of yearning-in-denial. I would love to get paired up with Whiskey in the field--he’d never let you fall. Nor, it seems, you him. And can Halyz write a good kiss? Mm!! *fans self*

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FRANKIE MORALES

Let it Snow (ii) by @ezrasbirdie and @lowlights A lot happens in this chapter and much of it is sweet and cute and these two getting to know each other a lot better. There’s some mistletoe and some outdoor activities. Some past-sharing and some warmth-sharing. But I gotta say that Alba and Ollie Clark are my new favorite couple and I love their meddling. I would love to spend Christmas with them. It would be, as the kids say, “a hoot.” But many feels were had in this fic, including some hard ones at the end of this chapter and I’m giving the loving stink-eye to Birdie and Laura until the next chapter....

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JAVI GUTIERREZ

Happy New Year by @toomanystoriessolittletime This is such an easy meet-cute, a simple evening of falling for each other, a want-to-know-you-better first date. The fact that he’s willing to meet her where she is--literally--just to take her out to dinner has my heart swooning...

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GUEST STAR BLORBOS (DAVID HARBOUR EDITION)

NIKAMUND THE RED

Santa Baby by @writeforfandoms Okay, it hurts me to say that I’ve got a yearning for Santa...but it’s Violent Night Santa whose a bloody Viking and is broad and brawny and cynical and covered in tattoos and I can’t help it. And then Jen goes and writes a smut with him and I’m kind of in a tailspin....

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[rotgsecretsanta]

2022 Secret Santa Masterlist

Here are all of the works posted for RotG Secret Santa 2022!

Prompt 1: A day in the life of the Man in the Moon Fic by fanarchoslashivist

Prompt 4: Arrietty/The Borrowers AU where small fairy sized Jack is secretly living at the north pole; plays amongst all the model toys, enjoying snacks left out by Phil.  Art by Tenchikotheartist 

Prompt 5: Based on the prologue comic: What if North had made Pitch agree to become a Guardian? Era Of New Ideas by Sylphidine

Prompt 6: Bunny & Jack brotherly bonding Collector’s Edition by storminfrost

Prompt 9: Forgotten memories Pitch and anyone Echoes of The Past by frosted-night

Prompt 12: Jack, Bunny, and the Groundhog arguing over the weather Seasonal Dispute by Sarsfe

Prompt 13: Jack's Christmas gifts to Pitch Keepr of Fear: The King of Nightmares by jaimistoryteller

Prompt 14: Jack and Bunny investigating a crashed spaceship Art and Hollow Spaces fic by ave-aria

Prompt 15: Jack and Katherine in ugly matching sweaters. More chaotic the better Fic by fosermi

Prompt 17: Jack Frost and his army of penguins and polarbears Art by nimohtar

Prompt 18: Jack Frost meeting Jack Skellington Jack’s Halloween by jaimistoryteller

Prompt 21: Jack is like a stray cat who has multiple homes that are unaware of each other. Often found sleeping in a pile of nightmares, tooth fairies, easter eggs AND christmas elves because it's warmer and he can get free snacks. He is a repeat offender and isn't sorry, will pretend he hasn't been fed in forever to dupe people into doting on him. Only Sandy knows that Jack is playing them all. Is It A Con If It'd Been Freely Offered Anyway by LinesAndColors

Prompt 22: Jack or Pitch or both! Techwear aesthetic Art by mrsketchy Art by ksclaw

Prompt 23: Kozmotis teaching Emily Jane to sail A Wild Ride with Papa by Jamie_Aizen

Prompt 24: Man In The Moon and Jack Frost doing dumb sibling stuff Art by fanarchoslashivist

Prompt 26: Pitch, having turned from his evil path, reconciles with North about all he's done to the Guardians. I was wrong (and I’m so, so sorry) by storminfrost

Prompt 27: Pitch being a fashion icon (optional Sandy or Jack posing in the background like a model). Art by ave-aria Art by thyphrog

Prompt 28: Pitch Black as a nightmare centaur (bonus if he has way too many legs like Sleipnir) BONUS bonus if he is like a real horse that gets startled by dumb things (a plastic bag or sudden noise). BONUS BONUS bonus if Jack likes to sneak ribbons onto his tail despite getting kicked (pin the tail on the Pitch anyone?) Art by bunnimew

Prompt 29: Pitch playing the lyre with fireflies around him on a starry night. Art by mrsketchy

Prompt 33: Pitch with a fancy gothic outfit Art by aroace-ghostface

Prompt 38: Sandy's Christmas eve rounds Help Me To Dream by Sylphidine Dreams of Christmas Night by Sarsfe

Prompt 40: Sandy having a nightmare either being caused or being consoled by Pitch Bitter by LinesAndColors

Prompt 41: Sandy just chilling on a dreamsand cloud and looking up at the night sky Fic by fosermi

Prompt 44: Sophie and bunny arts and crafts fun Art by fanarchoslashivist

Prompt 45: The Guardians and/or Pitch have Wanted posters! Art by purblzart

Prompt 46: The Guardians reluctantly accepting Pitch as a part of their "family" after Jack convinces them to Game Night by Eastofthemoon

Prompt 49: [No Ship] Jack has gained the power to shape shift into winter animals. Chaos quickly follows much to Jack's amusement.  Sprinting through a Winter Wonderland by BirdBrainedInsomnia

Prompt 50: [No Ship] Jack with pink hair :D Easter Herald by jaimistoryteller Art by ave-aria

Prompt 53: [No Ship] Pitch tracks down one of his missing Nightmares in a barn with a mother cat and a newborn litter of kittens Art by ksclaw

Prompt 55: [No Ship] Sandy falling asleep at inopportune times. Plan Your Naps by bunnimew

Prompt 56: [No Ship] The Burgess kids make holiday presents for the elves and the Yetis, and leave them for Santa / North to pick up Operation Christmas Helpers by jaimistoryteller

Prompt 61: [Jack/Bunny] Soulmate AU Fic by fanarchoslashivist

Prompt 68: [Jack/Katherine or No Ship] A wholesome gathering of friends and family by the fireplace ☺️ (DEFINITELY platonic relationships prioritized, though Jack x Katherine can be added if the author/artist wants) Twelfth Night On Guardian Street by sylphidine

Prompt 71: [Jack/Pitch] Blackice, android!pitch and mechanic!jack au Soul Survivor by bunnimew

Prompt 75: [Jack/Pitch] Ice skating date! Canon or AU. A Date at Moonset by jaimistoryteller Tales of Burgess III: On Friends and First Dates by nimohtar

Prompt 80: [Jack/Pitch] One or both as royalty Neon Escape by bunnimew

Prompt 82: [Jack/Pitch] Request: fluff, Jack/Pitch, family. Nopes: dub/non con, hurt no comfort, MCD that sticks, Tooth/Jack unless part of polyam6.  Art by bunnimew

Prompt 85: [Jack/Pitch and No Jack/Jamie] Jack discovers one of Pitch's favourite places to be is an amusement park, and he wants to go with Jack (can be themed/halloween, up to you). All that FEAR. No genderswap. No mpreg. No MCD. Thrills, Chills, and Skills by bunnimew

Prompt 89: [Jack/Sandy] Sleeping together Art by ave-aria

Prompt 91: [North/Bunny] The Guardians are celebrating Christmas together. Ending of Christmas Eve's Rounds by Sarsfe

Prompt 94: [Pitch/North] Anything Pitch/North Art by ksclaw

Prompt 96: [Pitch/Pitchiner] [NDU] Memory Retrieval by sylphidine

Prompt 98: [Pitch/Sandy] Vampire!sandy and priest!pitch au. OTP Art by winterswrathe

Prompt 99: [Pitch/Tooth] Pitch and Tooth as a duo of glamorous jewel thieves. Art by fangirl530