#twelve days of hiddlesmas

[just-the-hiddles]

Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas | Day 10 | Loki | Santa Baby

A/N: This has been in my head in some fashion or another since last Christmas.  and I finally got to write it!

Pairing: Loki x Reader and a bit of Steve x Tony

Summary:  You have no idea what to get Loki for Christmas.  After no help from the team, you settle on a gift.  You only hope he likes it.

Warnings:  Smut (vaginal sex, couch sex), inappropriate use of a Santa hat

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“And what are you doing?” Tony commented as he strolled through the Avengers common room. “Don’t you have a job to do?” He grabbed a sugar cookie from a platter on the table.

You popped your head around the large Christmas tree. “I took the day off. Now will you help find my present from Loki?”

“And risk being dropped into a pocket dimension? No, thank you. I still haven’t found my spare car keys.”

Steve strolled in the room. “Is she trying to get you to tell where her present is?” He jabbed a finger in your direction.

“Traitor.” You stuck your tongue at Steve.

“I prefer all my limbs attached to my body.” Steve leaned over to grab a cookie, but you ran and snatched it away.

“Cookies are for people who help.” You slumped into a chair, hugging the plate.

“Why is it so important you find your present?” Steve sat down on the arm of the chair. He reached for a cookie again, but you hugged the plate tighter. “Don’t you want to be surprised? Like Loki will be when you give him your…” Steve’s voice trailed off as you gazed up at him.

“You don’t have a present for him yet?!” Tony stepped forward. “Christmas is in three days! Even I don’t cut it that close.”

“I don’t know what to get him. I was hoping to see what he got me in order to get ideas. What do you get a god?!”

Tony popped the last of the cookie into his mouth, crumbs catching in his facial hair. “Have you thought of sex?”

“TONY!” Both you and Steve yelled at him.

“What?!” He shrugged his shoulders. He pointed at Steve. “I didn’t hear you complaining on your birthday last year.” Steve turned a bright shade of red.

You stood. “Tony, eww. We are friends, but I do not need to know about your sex life. I think you and Steve like brothers.”

“That have sex.” Tony grabbed two cookies from the plate you were still holding. “With each other.” He handed a cookie to Steve.

“The two of you are impossible.” you groaned.

Loki stepped in the room just in time for you to shove the plate into his stomach. He picked up a cookie and popped it into his mouth.

“Was it something I said?” Loki questioned, turning back to see Steve and Tony staring at him.

“That would be me, Reindeer Games.” Tony sidled up to snatch four more cookies before slapping Loki on the shoulder. “But don’t worry, there’s always next time.”

-

You spent the next 24 hours asking everyone in the building what to get Loki for Christmas, but everyone came up short. You stared at the ceiling.

“Fuck it.” You stood and got dressed to do some last-minute shopping.

-

Christmas Morning

“To Tony, from Steve.” Tony called out as he grabbed a large box. He shook it for effect. “Is it a pony?” Tony grinned at Steve.

“Don’t you own a horse farm?”

“Two, actually. But wouldn’t a pony be fun to keep around the Tower?”

“No!” Everyone piped up.

“Party poopers.” Tony pouted as he continued to pass out presents.

You grew more and more anxious waiting for Loki’s gift. Your leg bouncing up and down. Loki smiled down from his perch on the arm of the chair where you sat. Despite the festive day, Loki still wore all black.

“Are you nervous?”

“What!?” you yelped, fortunately everyone was too busy watching Natasha and Bruce exchange presents to notice. “No. No. No.” you stuttered.

Loki rubbed your shoulder. “I am certain whatever you got me is perfect.”

You pressed your lips into a tight smile. Your stomach twisting into knots. He leaned down to kiss your head. “Of course, dear.”

Loki jumped up. “Which reminds me…” He pulled a small box out of thin air. “… here is your present.” He handed it to you.

“That’s where you have been hiding it.” You turned the box in your hand.

“I couldn’t have you finding it ahead of time. I heard you were looking.”

You giggled and unwrapped the book while Loki looked on. As you lifted the lid, you spied a beautiful leather-bound book. You picked it up and spied the title and then gazed up with tears in your eyes.

“It’s my stories.” Your voice cracked as you continued to flip through the pages, seeing your words on the pages.

“Do you like it?” Loki asked. “You don’t like it. You are not saying anything. You hate it. I’ll…” He moved to take it back.

You snatched it back and tackled him. The two of you hitting the floor hard with a thud. You cupped his cheeks and kissed him. “I love it. It is the most thoughtful gift ever.”

Loki’s face broke out into an enormous smile. His arms wrapped around you and he twisted so your back pressed against the floor. Loki’s lips latched onto yours and you sighed as your hands wrapped around Loki’s neck. His tongue slipped into your mouth, the two of you oblivious to everyone else. Until you noticed Tony’s feet by your face. Loki and you parted to gaze up at him.

“Were you not the same person who gagged when I even mentioned having sex with Steve?”

“I did it for comic value?” You gazed up. “I’m a huge hypocrite.”

Loki cleared his throat. “Perhaps we should retire to our room?” He stood, carrying you with him. The two of you dashed away.

Tony spun around to face the rest of the group.

“If it makes you feel better, Tony, she gagged when I kissed Bruce.” Natasha offered.

“Yeah, but that’s understandable. Look me and Steve, look at Bruce.”

Bruce glared at Tony.

-

The door slammed behind you and Loki. He stalked towards you, caging you against the door. His breath steamed against your skin.

“Where’s my present, my sweet?” He pressed tender kisses against your neck.

“Didn’t I already give it to you?” you purred.

“Decidedly not.”

“Why don’t you take a seat on the couch and I’ll go get it.”

“Mysterious. I like it.” Loki stepped back, and you hustled to the bedroom.

It took several minutes to get dressed. Loki called out to check on you.

“Just a minute.” You snatched the Santa Hat off the dresser and hit the button for the music system for the apartment. Strains of Santa Baby played throughout.

“Darling, why is there…” Loki’s mouth dropped open as you stepped out wearing red lingerie that left little to anything to the imagination.

You strolled towards him, swaying your hips as you moved to straddle his lap. You put the Santa hat on him.

“Can I sit on your lap, Santa?” You rocked your hips against him.

Loki gripped your hips. “Have you been a good girl?”

You pouted. “I haven’t, Santa. I have been very naughty.” You nibbled behind Loki’s ear and moved down his neck. “I didn’t know what to get my boyfriend for Christmas.”

Loki moaned. “What did you end up deciding on doing?”

“Sex.” you deadpanned. “What do you think, is sex a suitable present?”

He bucked up against you. His erection straining against his pants. “I think it is an excellent present.” His hands tugged at the bow in the front. “Should I unwrap my present?”

“Please.”

Loki made quick work of the scraps of fabric covering your body. You tugged at his pants, pushing them to the floor. You lined yourself onto Loki’s cock and lowered yourself slowly, wiggling your ass when you were fully seated. Loki’s head fell back onto the couch.

You rocked back and forth on Loki. He moved his hands to squeeze and pinch your nipples.

“God, Loki!” you moaned arched your back. He took that opportunity to wrap his arms around your torso and latch onto your nipple, sucking hard.

Your bodies twisted and Loki pushed you into the cushions of the couch. He pulled your legs onto his shoulders and snapped his hips hard against you. He grunted with each thrust. Your orgasm teetered on the edge. You found your clit and rubbed against it.

“Come on my cock, love.” Loki groaned.

You came with a loud moan and your walls squeezed Loki tight. Your eyes closed as your orgasm washed over you. Loki’s eyes squeezed shut as he thrusted once more and came inside of you. He held tight to your legs, breathing hard.

“Loki?” you questioned.

His eyes fluttered open, and he gazed down on you. “I must insist on you giving me this present for all occasions.”

You grinned and pulled him down by his shirt. “I am sure I can accommodate.”

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Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas | Day 2 | James Conrad | Please Come Home For Christmas

Pairing: James Conrad x Female Reader

Summary:  James Conrad is called away on a mission weeks before Christmas but promises to be home in time.  But delays may spoil your Christmas wishes.

Warnings: Smut (vaginal sex), cursing, some light angst.

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Conrad sighed into the phone as he overheard you sobbing on the other end of the line. “Please don’t cry, darling.” He wished he could reach through the phone and squeeze you tight. “There will be other Christmases. And I’ll be home two days after. We can celebrate then.”

You sniffled, wiping snot from your nose. “I know, but this was going to be our first Christmas living together as a couple. I was even going to cook!” you wailed, breaking down into tears.

Conrad promised before he left on the mission two weeks ago. Then, in the brief phone calls the days following, James spoke of “complications” in vague terms. A two-day delay stretched into a week and now it was two days before Christmas, you sobbing into the phone on the couch and James making apologies sitting on a crate in an “undisclosed location.”

“Well now, I am definitely glad I won’t be home.” James chuckled into the phone.

“One time, James! Food poisoning one time!” you snapped back. “I still don’t think it was me.” You pouted as you slumped against the sofa.

“But I got you to stop crying.” he chuckled. There was a commotion and Conrad muttered for someone to give him a minute. “I’ve got to go, darling. We are heading out.”

The tears welled up again. “Be safe, my love.” Your voice trembled, failing at hiding your fear.

“I will make it home, darling. Alive and in one piece.” James promised. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Conrad hung up. You stared at the phone sitting in your hand before rolling onto your back and sobbing, gazing at the ceiling.

-

You brushed off all your friends’ invitations to attend holiday parties. You weren’t in much of a holiday spirit and didn’t want to bring anyone else down into your pit of depression.

“Come over and celebrate with me and Dan.” your best friend, Emma, pleaded on Christmas Eve. “I can’t bear the thought spending your Christmas cooped up in your apartment alone.”

“I’m not alone, Bernard is here to keep me company.”

“Your cat is not company.”

Bernard, an orange tabby, meowed from his perch on the dining table.

“He heard you, Em. Be prepared to pay.”

“Stop changing the subject. Are you coming?”

“No, Em. I’m fine. Stop pestering me.” You walked over and scratched behind Bernard’s ear. Besides, I still need to decorate the tree and wrap James’s present.”

“Suit yourself. Call if you change your mind.”

“I won’t, but thank you, Em. Happy Christmas.”

“Happy Christmas.”

You set the phone down and pet Bernard some more, who purred in response. “Now what do you say you help me with this sad tree?” You gestured to the bare Christmas tree in the corner of the living room. James put it up right before being called away. You kept putting off decorating the tree in hopes James would come home and they could decorate together.

With a sigh, you flipped the lid off the box of decorations. First, you wrapped the paper garland the two of you made last year around the branches and then the lights. One by one, you unwrapped the ornaments from the tissue paper and bits of newspaper. After finding the perfect spot, you would hang it.

“At least he can come home to a decorated tree.” you muttered to yourself and Bernard, who had curled up under the tree. You turned on the radio and found a station playing Christmas music. The joyful notes lightened your mood and you soon hum along. The song switches over and you unwrap the last ornaments.

Bells will be ringing this sad sad news

Oh what a Christmas to have the blues

My baby’s gone I have no friends

You glanced down to find yourself holding a glass blown ornament shaped like a house and burst into tears. A gift from James last year, when he asked you to move in.

“God damn it!” you screeched as you kicked the box away and flicked the radio off. “Happy fucking Christmas.” you sobbed as you headed to bed.

-

It was past midnight on Christmas Eve, well Christmas Day, when Conrad slipped his key into the lock of your shared home. By some miracle, the mission ended with just enough time to catch a flight home in time for Christmas morning. He smiled at the sight of the tree lit and decorated in the corner. He spied an ornament on the sofa and picked up. It was the house he gave you last year.

“Darling…” he sighed. A soft meow cut through the night air. “Hello Bernard. Have you been keeping the lady of the house company?”

Bernard meowed again and rubbed against Conrad’s leg. He bent down and gave a quick pet to the cat’s head before dropping his bag onto the floor and heading into the bedroom. There were a few discarded tissues on the nightstand and floor. It broke James’s heart to see you had been crying. He slipped off his shoes and socks and then stripped off the rest of his clothes. The sheets cold against his bare skin. James wrapped his arm around your waist as he pressed against your back. He missed your warmth.

“Darling.” he whispered in your ear before kissing your neck. “Darling.”

You hummed and snuggled back against him, still asleep. “Hmmm, James. I miss you. I wish you were here.” you whimpered.

He continued to kiss down your neck. “I am here, my love.” His fingers slipped under the strap of your top. “I’ve missed you too.”

Your eyes blinked open, adjusting to the dark room. You patted the bed to find Conrad’s hip. “James?” You rolled over to see him gazing down at you. “James!”

He laughed as you threw yourself on top of him, peppering his chin with kisses. His rough stubble, well, a short beard, rough against your lips. His long arms wrapped tight around your body.

“Merry Christmas, darling.” He cupped your face and pulled up to kiss your lips. “I came home as quickly as I could. I knew how important it was to you to spend Christmas together.”

The tears pricked your eyes. “I love you so much.” Your hands raked down his torso. “Merry Christmas.”

With a smile, James rolled the two of you over, your back pressed against the sheets. He pulled your top off, discarding in the darkness. You shimmied out of your shorts and underwear. Conrad settled between your legs, his hips rocking against you. His lips sucked along the curve of your neck. His hands moved to pinch and roll your nipples between his fingers.

You arched your back. “James, please…” You begged, writing underneath him, his hips pressed against you.

James smiled in the dark and pushed inside you. You gasped and bucked up against him. He twisted and snapped against you, pulling gasps and moans from your lips.

“I love when you are loud, my love.” James groaned, “I want you to hear you scream my name.”

His hand snaked between the two of you to find your clit and he rubbed it, sending jolts of pleasure through you.

“James, I…” you stopped and sputtered, your orgasm close.

He thrusted hard, and you came, clenching his cock with your wall.

“JAMES!” you screamed, your nails digging into his shoulders.

Two thrusts later, and James spilled inside of you with a grunt. He buried his face into your neck. His breath hot against your skin as he panted. James slipped out of you and rolled onto his side. You wiggled into the crook of his body, content.

“Want to get up and open presents?” you hummed.

“Maybe later, darling. Let’s sleep for now. You are present enough for me.”

You nodded, not really wanting to get up, anyway. “Merry Christmas, James.”

“Merry Christmas, love.”

[just-the-hiddles]

Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas | Day 12 | Tom Hiddleston | White Christmas

A/N: The last fic is finally here!  I am so grateful for all the support for this series.  This story helps fulfill my fantasy of having Tom star in White Christmas.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Summary:  You have been cast as Betty in the remake of White Christmas with stars Tom Hiddleston as Phil and Michael Bublé as Bob.  And you have a huge crush on Tom. You don’t know if he feels the same way.

Warnings: maybe a curse word or two.  Excessive amounts of fluff.  Excessive amounts of Christmas.

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Tom was walking towards the set with his co star Michael Bublé. He was thinking about his earlier conversation with you. “Tom!” the nasal tone of Amanda cut through his daydream. “Tom!” The young actress hustled across the parking lot to sidle next to Tom and Michael.

“Amanda!” Tom feigned excitement. “To what do I owe such a welcome?” He overheard Michael sniggered beside him.

“They are ready for us.” Amanda hooked her arm with Tom’s and tugged him away.

“You can’t keep them waiting.” Michael smiled a shit-eating grin. “I should be on my way too.”

Tom shot Michael a look he was sure meant payback at a later time. Michael didn’t care. It was the worst kept secret on set Amanda was hellbent to catch Tom. And the best kept secret Tom only had eyes for you, who was playing Betty. He only told Michael out of desperation. Since Tom was playing Phil and not Bob, his scenes with you were few and far between.

You met Michael at the edge of the set.

“What on earth are you smiling about?” you asked, smoothing out your dress.

Michael coughed, trying to think of a lie. “I was just thinking….” Amanda caught his eye. “… how cute Tom and Amanda look together. The casting department really outdid themselves. The perfect Phil and Judy.”

You frowned. You would never admit it to Michael, l but you had developed a bit of a crush on Tom. Who were you kidding, you were certain you were falling in love with the man. Who wouldn’t? It was Tom Hiddleston. He was every girl’s dream.

“Are you sure? He certainly looks uncomfortable over there.” You jutted your chin towards Tom, whose face was twisted into an expression of exasperation.

“Great acting. I mean, he did win a Golden Globe.” Michael rubbed the back of his neck.

“Oh.” Your voice small.

His eyebrows raised. “You sound disappointed.”

“No! I’m not disappointed. Tom’s a friend. If he is happy, I’m happy.”

Michael kept his thoughts to himself. “Why don’t we rehearse the Blessings scene?”

You nodded and took off with Michael. Tom watching the whole thing from where he stood.

“Tom!” Amanda stomped her foot. “You’re not paying attention.”

Tom’s mind snapped back to reality. “Apologies, darling. What were you saying?”

Amanda smiled. “I was asking if you wanted to have dinner tonight.”

“I can’t. Plans.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, what about tomorrow?”

Tom smiled sheepishly. “What can I say? I’m a popular guy. How about lunch on Friday? I’ll invite the main cast.”

Amanda pouted. “I was hoping it could just be the two of us.” She ran her finger up Tom’s arm.

“But more the merrier.” Tom laughed nervously.

The director saved him by calling ready to shoot. Tom hated this scene. The scene where Phil and Judy hatch their plan to pretend to be engaged in order to push Bob and Betty together.

He mustered all of his training and professionalism to get through the scene in less than twenty takes.

“Okay, that’s good, moving on to the Blessings scene.”

Tom moved off to the side, making sure he had an excellent view of the set. Michael settled himself behind the bar while you were off to the side, ready to walk in.

“Tom…” He could sense Amanda behind him.

“Shh… They are getting ready to start filming.” Tom hushed her, not bothering to look back.

Tom loved nothing more than listening to you sing. Your voice resonated in Tom’s body in a way no one else’s ever did.

When you’re worried and you can’t sleep

Just count your blessings instead of sheep

And you’ll fall asleep counting your blessings

Tom smiled at the sight of you singing to Michael. He didn’t even notice Amanda stomping away. Not that he cared.

The director yelled cut and they reset for a different angle. You caught Tom’s eye and waved at him. You waved him over.

“How do I sound?” you asked as Tom jogged to your side.

“Divine.”

You giggled. “I am sure others would beg to differ.”

“Nonsense. You are perfectly on pitch.” Michael chimed in.

“Thanks.” You ducked your head down in embarrassment.

“Soon I’ll be asking you for an autograph.” Tom teased.

“I highly doubt that. But I appreciate the sentiment.”

Tom opened his mouth to invite you to dinner, when he was shooed away for the next set up. He, unfortunately, did not get the chance to speak to you again for the rest of the day.

-

“Michael, there is no way she is interested.” Tom complained to Michael later that week.

“I am telling you, you are wrong. You don’t see the way she glances at you on set.” He sipped some tea. “Or how disappointed she was when I mentioned that you and Amanda seemed well matched.”

Tom choked on his coffee. “MICHAEL! You didn’t!”

“I panicked! But I am telling you, she wants you. Who wouldn’t?”

Tom blushed. “You’re not my type.”

“Good, because I’m married with kids. Can I offer some advice?”

“Sure.”

“Tell her how you feel. Before it is too late. An amazing girl like that doesn’t stay single for long. Someone else will do what you don’t have the guts to do.”

Tom shook his head. “I know, but how? I can’t just walk up to her and say ‘I dream of you every night.’ It’s a total stalker move.”

Michael laughed. “Well, I have an idea, if you are game.”

“Let’s hear it.”

-

You wrung your hands. This was the big scene. The massive end number. It had to be perfect. And the presence of Tom in the same scene made perfection impossible. You couldn’t focus.

“You okay?” Tom came up behind you. You jumped in shock.

“Fine, fine, fine. I’m…”

“Fine.” Tom smiled and rubbed your shoulder. “Take a few deep breaths. You are going to do great. Be nervous for me, I have to sing.”

“I’ve heard you sing. You’ll be fine.”

“A high compliment.” He offered his arm. “Now let’s go out there and break a leg.”

You took his arm, and he led you to your place and kissed your cheek. “Knock them dead.”

You took a deep breath and focused. The entire set was decked out for Christmas. So beautiful and perfect. You sang the first part of the song and then ducked behind the tree for the scene with Michael. He handed you a present.

Your brows furrowed. It read to you from Tom. You opened up the present to find the knight figure, and a note written on the inside.

I know we barely know each other, but I find myself thinking of you all the time. Will you give me the privilege of going out to dinner with me?

You spun around to find Tom standing there, eyes wide and hopefully.

“Yes!” you yelled as you threw your arms around Tom’s neck and kissed him.

-

“Tom… Tom… Tom!” You shook Tom hard by the shoulder.

“What? What?” He sat up, rubbing his eyes adjusting to the dark bedroom.

“You were singing in your sleep, Tom. Singing!” you groused. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“I’m sorry, darling.” He squeezed your hand. Your wedding set caught the moonlight and sparkled. “I had the strangest dream.”

“Were you in White Christmas? Because that was what you were singing.”

“Yes. And you were there too. And Michael Buble.” His brow furrowed.

“Okay, no more Christmas movies at bedtime.” You kissed him on the lips. “Try to get some sleep. You still have to wrap all the presents.”

“I love you.” Tom kissed you back.

“Love you too. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.”

[just-the-hiddles]

Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas | Day 6 | Prince Hal | Greensleeves

A/N: The halfway mark!  I hope everyone is enjoying these little stories!  I am aware the Greensleeves is not historically accurate.  I am certain most of this is not historically accurate.  I only can unreservedly apologize.  

Pairing: Prince Hal x Reader

Summary: Hal should be at the royal residence for the holiday but is instead at a local inn with Falstaff and Poins.  He has his eyes on you.

Warnings: smut (sex and fingering), cursing.

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There would be hell to pay once he returned home, but Hal did not care. The last place he wanted to be on Christmas was home. With his family. Well, with his father. The king. Hal sneered into his drink. His father, the king. More of an ass than anything. Meddling in Hal’s life. Rather than allowing him to enjoy his life until the time came for him to settle down and reign.

“My prince,” Your hand slid up and down Hal’s arm. His leather of his doublet. Even through the thick garment, you noticed his muscles flex under your touch. “today is a festive day. Come and celebrate.”

Hal glanced over his shoulder to see Falstaff dancing and Poins leaning backwards in a chair, laughing. It was a festive day. He smiled as he turned his attention back to you.

“Is that a new dress?” His gaze raked over your form as his long fingers teased the dark green fabric of your sleeve.

“It is, my lord.” You grew hot under the gaze of England’s wayward prince. Hal was a notorious flirt. Growing more bold as the night would wear on, as the alcohol made him even more confident than his usual self. “Do you like it?”

Hal’s arm wrapped around your waist to pull you tight against him. His lips tickled the skin of your neck, his breath hot on your ear. “I do, but I would much rather see you without it.”

You gasped. Your eyes searched his, waiting for him to burst into laughter, to smirk, something. Instead, he licked his lips and pressed himself against you.

“While they are busy in the reverie, allow us to slip upstairs. Unnoticed. To make our own merriment.” His voice growled low in his chest.

You nodded your head. “Yes, I would like that, Hal.”

His face spread in a wide smile. “Let us make haste away from prying eyes.”

He grabbed your hand and with deft movements, guided you to the stairs and up into one of the bedchambers. Hal shut the door and fastened it tight to prevent unwanted visitors.

“Alone at last.” He breathed before crashing his lips against yours. His tongue tasted your mouth with a hunger and your hands flew to weave into Hal’s hair. When the two of you parted, both of your chest heaved. “Allow me to free you from these garments.”

Hal’s long fingers made quick work of your dress, dropping the heavy wool fabric to the floor, pooling around your feet. Which was soon joined by your kirtle and then chemise. You stood bare before Hal, your prince, the prince. With a gentle touch, he moved your hand to the fasteners of his doublet. “Will you provide me the same courtesy, my darling?”

With trembling fingers, in part from the cold and in part of nerves, you undid his coat and pushed it off his shoulders to join your dress on the floor. Hal helped you pull his shirt over his head, your hands running up his well muscled torso.

“You are chilled, love.” Hal’s eyes twinkled. “Nearly frozen. Lie down and I shall warm you up at once.”

“Okay.” You move quickly to slip underneath the covers to stave off the chill in the room. Hal slinked over and pulled down his trousers to allow his hard cock to pop free. You covered your mouth at the sight. Although it was not your first time to lay with a man, you were surprised by Hal’s impressive size.

He slipped under the covers and caged you against the mattress. “I shall be gentle, darling.” His lips latched onto your neck, sucking the delicate skin hard. He smiled to see marks forming on your skin. His hands found your breasts, squeezing with a firm grasp, worrying your nipples stiff.

“Oh!” you moaned, arching your back into his touch. His hips settled against yours and your legs fell wide. Your arousal wetted Hal’s skin.

“I enjoy hearing sounds of pleasure falling from your lips.” He moved further down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. His hand moved between your bodies to tease along your slit before slipping a single dinger inside of you.

“Hal!” Your nails dug into the skin on his shoulders. You bucked into his hands, a coil twisting tight inside you. Hal responded by adding a second finger pumping and curling inside of you.

“That’s darling, come undone for me.” He grunted, hitting that spot inside of you that sends electricity through you.

With a moan, you came gushing upon his fingers, holding onto his shoulders tight. Hal continue to finger you through your orgasm. As you came down, he removed his fingers, only to tease your cunt with the tip of his cock.

“Ah, you are…” Hal panted as he impaled himself inside of you. He stretched you to a limit you did not know you had. It was a sensation unlike any other.

He snapped his hips against you, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. His hips rolled as he chased his pleasure inside you. You scratched your nails up and down his back, not caring if he bled. All that mattered in the moment was you and Hal and the pleasure between the two of you.

“I’m…” you hissed as your second orgasm neared.

“As am I.” Hall responded. Beads of sweat popped up on his brow from the exertion. The chill no longer a concern for either of you. Three thrusts later, Hal spilled inside of you. He thrust one more time, and you came again, clenching him tight with your walls.

The two of you collapse into a mess of limbs, sweat and skin. You wiggled from underneath Hal’s body and stood.

“Where are you going?” Hal propped up on an elbow, reaching out for you.

You grabbed your clothes. “I would presume you have more pressing matters on this most auspicious of days. I have no intentions of complicating matters between us.” You started to dress when Hal’s hand stopped yours.

“While I appreciate your concern, perhaps it is I who wishes to complicate matters. For you have bewitched me, my love. Body and soul.”

Your mouth fell open. “I am not worthy of such accolades.”

Hal smiled. “Then it appears I have failed to express my feelings appropriately.” He grabbed your chin between his thumb and finger. “I shall remedy my oversight immediately.”

He pulled your face up into a sweet kiss and your arms wrapped around his neck, never wanting to let go.

[just-the-hiddles]

12 Days Of Hiddlesmas | Day 1 | Magnus Martinsson | All I Want For Christmas Is You

A/N:   Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas is here!  Twelve stories, twelve characters.  Let’s dive in.  

Pairing: Magnus Martinsson x Female Reader

Summary: Magnus has been working overtime to pay for your Christmas present.  

Warnings:  car accident, cursing

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Magnus woke to his text message alert on his phone beeping. He didn’t remember falling asleep on the couch last night, wearing his work clothes from the night before. Magnus took every extra shift he could at the station to earn some overtime pay to buy your Christmas present. A beautiful necklace that caught your eye in the display at one of the stores Magnus never dared to shop at for fear of breaking something.

He fumbled to grab his phone to see who would be texting him. His face softened into a smile at the sight of your picture of his screen.

Hey babe, I know you have been busy working. Are we still on for dinner tonight to exchange gifts? I leave for my parents’ in the morning and I want to see you before I go. I miss you, babe. Love you.

He unlocked his screen to type back a quick message to you before showering.

I miss you too, darling. Of course we are still on for dinner. Dominick’s at 7. I can’t wait to see you. Love you more.

He sent the message and dragged himself to the bathroom for a quick shower to be followed by a cup of coffee before he was due back to the station for his regular shift. His eyelids drooped the entire drive and Magnus switched the radio to EDM to keep himself awake.

The entire shift dragged. Magnus swore the clock moved backwards at some point. The only thing keeping him upright was copious amounts of the thick office coffee. And a healthy dose of sugar. The words on his computer screen blurred in his vision.

“I’m just going to put my head down for a minute…” He muttered to himself before his head slammed down next to the keyboard and his eyes fluttered shut.

-

“Magnus!” Britt-Ann’s hands slammed against his desk. He bolted upright, arms flailing. He slipped off his chair, his legs flying akimbo until he steadied himself against the edge of the desk.

“Britt-Ann!” Magnus blinked several times, adjusting to the light of the office. He ran his hand through his blond curls. “What can I—”

“You were snoring. And your shift was over thirty minutes ago.” She smiled at him. “Go home and sleep. You have been burning the candle at both ends. You kiss that lovely girlfriend of yours.”

“WHAT TIME IS IT?”

“6:45. Why?”

“Shit!” He hissed. Magnus pulled on his coat, throwing his scarf around his neck and pushing his hat onto the top of his head. “I have to go! Merry Christmas!”

-

Magnus was fifteen minutes late. You paced outside, your feet growing colder by the moment. A buzz went off in your coat pocket, it was Magnus.

“Where are you?” you snapped back.

“Ma’am. This is the hospital. There was a car accident.”

Your knees buckled, and you leaned against the side of the building. “Is… he… Magnus…” you sobbed into the phone, tears freezing against your cheeks.

“He’s fine. Some scraps and bruises, maybe a cracked rib. But he can’t drive. You need to come and pick him up.”

“I’ll be there right away.” You already took off towards your car, not caring about the ice of the sidewalk.

-

They let you back to where they were dressing Magnus’s wounds. There was a deep laceration on his forehead. He told you later it was where his head hit the steering wheel. Magnus’s blond curls marred with a slash of red in them. You sobbed as you hugged him.

“I’m fine, darling. The car is in worse shape than me.”

“What happened?”

“I was so tired and I was running late for dinner. I didn’t pay attention when I pulled out and a truck sideswiped me.”

You cried into his shoulder. “I could have lost you, Magnus. Why were you so tired? Why aren’t you sleeping?”

Magnus fidgeted in your embrace. “I was working. To earn some extra money.” He shifted away, sniffling. “For your present.”

You pulled back and screwed your face up in confusion, brows furrowed. “My present?”

“That necklace you admired in the shop. I meant to purchase it on my way to dinner tonight. But I fell asleep at my desk.” His cheeks turned a bright shade of red, matching his ruined curls.

You took his face into your hands with great care. “Honey, all I want for Christmas is you. In one piece.” You kissed him sweet, he winced as you kissed his split lip. “You are more important than any piece of jewelry or material object.”

Magnus wrapped his arms around your waist, ignoring the pain in his ribs. “You are more important too. I love you so much.” He returned the kiss.

“Now let’s go home and get you to bed. I am canceling my travel plans.” Magnus opened his mouth to protest. You cut him off as he stood up from the hospital gurney. “You wrecked your car. You’re not sleeping and you might have a concussion. Not to mention, I know there is no food in your apartment. You are staying with me. No discussion. My parents will understand.”

Magnus sagged against your side, kissing your temple. “I love you so much. Merry Christmas, darling.”

“Merry Christmas, Magnus. I love you too.” You kissed his cheek as the two of you made your way to your car.

[just-the-hiddles]

Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas | Day 11 | Sir Thomas Sharpe | Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

A/N:  Just one more after this!  Thank you for reading!  

Pairing: Sir Thomas Sharpe x Reader

Summary: Your sister and children have come for the holidays to Allerdale Hall but all is not merry and bright.

Warnings:  mentions of trying to conceive, mentions of death, mentions of infertility, shitty relatives

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“The tree looks splendid, Thomas.” You came up behind your husband, placing your hand on his arm. The tree really was beautiful. Thomas spent the better part of a day searching for the perfect tree to place in the parlor. And another day building a stand for it.

“Thank you, my darling.” He leaned over to kiss your forehead. “you deserve the best tree. Especially after…” his voice trailed off.

You grabbed his chin to pull him to face you. “You had no idea your sister would try to kill me. If you hadn’t come to my rescue, I don’t even want to think about it.” You sniffled.

Thomas smiled a stiff smile. His secrets died with Lucille that night, and he intended to keep it that way. He shifted his focus on you and your happiness. And Allerdale Hall. For the first time in years, the halls filled with the sounds of visitors and children as your sister visited frequently with her two young children.

“I love you.” Thomas responded, cupping your face. “I don’t even want to contemplate my life without you in it.” He leaned down to kiss your lips. Someone cleared their throat behind you. The two of you turned to see your sister smirking.

“Eliza and Andrew are quite keen to decorate the tree.” She continued on as though she hadn’t just caught the two of you kissing.

Thomas stepped back away from you to acknowledge your sister. “Well, we can’t keep them waiting.”

You nodded, somewhat disappointed that your alone time with your husband was interrupted. “Send them in.”

Your sister turned to peek around the doorway, skirts swishing. “They said it’s okay, come on in!”

The parlor filled with giggling as Eliza, age nine, and Andrew, age seven, burst in, running straight for their Uncle Thomas.

“I want to put on the paper chains!” Eliza whined. “Andrew always breaks them.”

“I do not!” Andrew leaned over Thomas and stuck his tongue out at his sister.

“Do too! Momma said so. Isn’t that right, Momma?” Eliza gazed over for affirmation.

Your sister smiled. “As I recall, you both did a fair amount of breaking and ripping.”

Thomas swooped both of the children into his arms. “How about I help both of you hang the paper chains while your aunt and mother talk?”

“YAY!” The children and Thomas moved to find the box with all the decorations for the tree. Your sister took a seat on the couch, grateful for the short reprieve from your very active niece and nephew. You took a seat next to her.

“It would appear your husband has as much boundless energy as my children.” your sister giggled.

“Yes, it would. I do not know where he gets it from, what with the upkeep of the house and the estate. I find myself exhausted just thinking about all he does in a day.”

She nudged you with her shoulder. “Perhaps your family will soon be expanding.”

Your head and heart dropped. Thomas and you spoke often about having children. But it would seem the fates had other plans. Just that morning you had begun bleeding, signifying another failed cycle.

“After last summer, we decided to enjoy some time with the two of us before starting a family.” you lied.

“Well, you are not getting any younger, dear sister. And it would be a shame, Thomas would make an excellent father.”

Hot tears stung your eyes and rose abruptly. “Excuse me, I must check on supper.”

You pushed past Thomas and the children before anyone noticed your crying, but you were not fast enough for Thomas, sensing something amiss.

“Eliza, why do you and your brother go up to my workshop and see if you can find the topper for the tree?”

Both children ran off and Thomas snapped his attention to his sister-in-law still sitting on the couch. “What did you say to her?” he snapped.

“I merely inquired as whether the two of you were going to have any children. She is not getting any younger, you know.”

What started as mere annoyance grew to outrage. “And how is our personal lives any of your concern?!” He stepped to tower over her. Your sister pressed back against the couch.

“She is my sister.”

“AND I AM HER HUSBAND!” His voice bounced off the walls. “And were it not for the children, I would cast you out into the snow and cold.”

“But we’re family, Thomas.” Her voice quivered as Thomas glared down at her, nostrils flared and his hands clenched into fists.

“And family doesn’t treat each other so callously. Her sister of all people, I would think to be more understanding!”

“Says the man with a murderer for a sister.” she mumbled under her breath.

“ANOTHER WORD FROM YOU AND I WILL SHOW NO MERCY EVEN WITH THE CHILDREN PRESENT!”

She opened her mouth to protest, but Eliza and Andrew popped back into the room.

“We couldn’t find it, Uncle Thomas!” Andrew complained.

His expression softened at the sight of the children. “I must have been mistaken. Perhaps your mother,” his eyes cut to her, still cowering on the couch. “can help you look in here while I see what is keeping your aunt.”

“Come on, children. Let’s see if we can find it.” She struggled to maintain an even tone in her voice.

Thomas stormed out of the room without another word and headed straight to the kitchen where he knew he would find you.

You quickly wiped away tears with the back of your hand as you heard Thomas call out your name.

“Why are you crying, my dear?”

“I wasn’t crying, some soot from the hearth got into my eye. I really must insist that it be cleaned more often.”

Thomas moved in front of you and took your hands into his. “We promised to never lie to one another. I know what your sister said.” His heart twinged at his own omissions.

You gasped. “What did you say to her, Thomas?”

“Nothing that wasn’t long overdue. You and by extension myself have suffered her snide remarks far too long for the sake of Eliza and Andrew, but I can tolerate it no longer.”

You turned to leave. “I must go make apologies.”

Thomas held you fast by your hands. “If anyone will apologize in this house, it will be her.”

“Oh Thomas…” your voice wavered.

He lifted your chin and kissed your forehead. “You are the most important thing in my life. And I will defend you with all my being. Even from family. I would think that would have been clear by now.”

You buried your head in Thomas’s chest. “I love you, Thomas. I love you so much.” You squeezed him tight.

“I know my love. Now let’s go rejoin them. Before Eliza and Andrew tear the house apart.”

You nodded and followed him back to the parlor.

-

Inexplicably, your sister left two days before Christmas, insisted they needed to return home before the weather turned even worse than it had. The children whined at having to leave, but you and Thomas were ready to enjoy the quiet.

“Please make sure to come up after the snow thaws.” you offered.

Your sister glanced over at Thomas, whose arm wrapped possessively around your waist.

“We’ll see. Richard is awfully busy and the children…”

You smiled and leaned forward to kiss her cheek. “I’ll write to you.”

She nodded and hopped into the carriage along with the children before taking off.

“Let’s get you out of this chill.”

Thomas kissed your temple and led you back into the house. You spent the rest of the day getting back into a normal routine and spending much needed alone time with Thomas.

On Christmas Eve, Thomas built a large fire in the fireplace and settled next to where you busied yourself with needlework, carrying a book along with him. You smiled as his hand traveled to squeeze your leg through your skirt.

“Merry Christmas, my love.” He squeezed your leg again.

“It is not yet Christmas, Thomas.” You hummed, rubbing his thigh as well.

“Then I guess I will have to wait until tomorrow to give you your present.” His eyes twinkled in the firelight.

You smirked. “Then I must wait until tomorrow as well. Unless…” You took off running. “I already know where you have hid it.” You ran for the stairs as Thomas ran to catch you.

“Don’t you dare spoil the surprise.” Thomas called from the bottom of the stairs.

“Only if you catch me!” You paused on the landing.

Soon Thomas caught up with his long stride. His arms wrapped around you.

“I caught you!” Thomas exclaimed as he pulled you against him.

“So it would seem.” your voice low.

His nose nudged your cheek. “Now what to do with you?”

You chewed your lip. “I don’t know.”

Thomas smiled. “Let’s start with this and see where we go.” He pressed his lips against yours, his tongue slipped into your mouth, hungry. You pushed back.

“I think we should retire to the bedroom, my husband.”

“You read my mind, darling.”

[just-the-hiddles]

Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas | Day 5 | I’ll Be Home for Christmas | Captain James Nicholls

A/N: This is done in a completely different style than I usually write as it is a letter.  And it is super short.  Just 288 words.  This header will be longer than it.  So no page break.  I promise most of the fics are longer.  

Pairing: Captain James Nicholls x Reader

Summary: A wartime Christmas letter home.

Warnings: mentions of war

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My darling,

I am hoping this letter finds you in good health. I appreciated your most recent letter and the news of Mrs. Collins and the errant cow. I can see her in my mind now shooing the cow from the yard. All the boys thought it was funny as well. It is getting colder and colder T and I am grateful for my thick wool coat, particularly at night. How I miss sitting in front of a warm fire in the fireplace with Mother playing the piano and Father reading. And you by my side. I miss our talks, my love. And your smile. The memory of your smile is often the only thing getting me through the days.

I won’t trouble your mind with the horror stories of life in trenches. I have seen things no man should see, and I will be grateful to return home after we win the war and make you my wife and put all this behind me.

Well enough about that. There is talk of there being a Christmas truce here. Can you imagine having Christmas dinner with a German soldier? Although it would not be the strangest thing to happen out here. I am looking forward to seeing what there may be to eat. I overheard Matthews mention the possibility of a Christmas goose.

The light is getting as the sun dips below the horizon. I shall drift off to sleep dreaming of you, my love. I miss you so much and I love you more than anything. And it is your love that is keeping me going. We shall be together when I return. Until then, keep me in your prayers, darling. Happy Christmas.

Yours always,

James

[just-the-hiddles]

Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas | Day 7 | Robert Laing | Do They Know It’s Christmas

A/N: Ignore the inaccuracies from the film.  Another relatively short one.  800 or so words.

Pairing: Dr. Robert Laing x Reader

Summary: As chaos descends upon the high-rise, Laing schedules a date with you, not realizing the auspicious date.

Warnings:  Smut (semi-public sex), cursing

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Laing, like most of the residents of the high-rise, didn’t realize it was Christmas Eve. There were no Christmas treats in the store that year to help signify to the residents that the festive season was upon them. A couple of the families down on the lower floors put up artificial trees and decorate it with baubles and paper chains. There was, however, still plenty of booze at the shop. Although at this moment, Dr. Robert Laing would beg to differ.

“Honestly, the wine selection has gone downhill these past few months.” he commented to no one but himself, seemingly unaware of the empty shelves elsewhere in the shop.

After several moments of contemplation, Laing selected a mid-range priced sparkling wine and set it down to pay.

“You really should improve the selection of dessert wines.” Laing bemoaned to the uninterested cashier, who continued to read a book while mindlessly ringing up the sale. He grabbed the brown bag and headed back up to his apartment to get ready.

-

Laing sprayed on some deodorant before pulling on a white button down. White wasn’t the word to describe the color of the shirt. It may have been white at one time, but now it took on a sort of dingy grey tone. Not that Laing noticed. He pulled on a skinny black tie and didn’t bother with a jacket.

You only lived four doors down from Laing. He rang the doorbell and leaned against the wall with his elbow, holding the wine. You opened the door wearing a short crushed velvet dress and no shoes. And by looks of things, Robert noted, no bra.

“Merry Christmas, Robert.” you purred.

His brow furrowed. “Is it Christmas? I hadn’t noticed.”

“It’s Christmas Eve, silly. I thought that is why you wanted to come over.”

“Why would I come over on Christmas Eve here?”

You sensed Laing needed a more direct approach. Your head dropped to the side, and you dragged your toe along the floor. “That’s too bad. I guess I’ll have to unwrap your present myself.” You turned on your heel, leaving the door open, and lifted your dress over your head, dropping it to the floor. You were definitely not wearing a bra. Laing’s mouth fell open, and he stumbled to catch up with you.

“My deepest apologies.” Laing cut off your path away from him. His gaze darted down and he licked his lips. “Allow me to make it up to you.”

You pressed your hand against his chest and smirked. “What did you have in mind?”

Laing’s lips curled into a smile. He reached out to squeeze your breasts. You arched towards him. “I am more of a hands-on kind of person.”

He leaned down to catch your lips with his. As he walked you backwards, Laing tugged on his trousers, pulling his cock free and stroking it. You hit your back against the wall. Laing hooked one of your legs around his waist.

“Robert…” you teased, rocking against him.

He slid your underwear to the side and thrusted inside of you. You moaned and held onto Laing’s shoulders while he snapped his hips roughly against you.

Your mouth fell open as Laing pushed you against the wall with each thrust. Robert’s mouth laid sloppy, wet kisses on your neck and shoulders. Your orgasm grew closer.

“I’m… I…” you pleaded.

Laing adjusted his grip on your leg, causing the tip of his cock to hit the sensitive spot inside of you. You came with a scream, your walls clenched around Robert’s shaft. He grunted and thrusted once more before coming inside of you. He lowered your leg and adjusted himself back into his trousers.

“Shall I open the wine?”

You grabbed his tie, wrapping it around your hand. “But I am not done unwrapping my present.” You raised a single brow.

Laing smiled. “You must excuse my terrible Christmas manners. I don’t know what has come over me.”

You smirked as you led him down the hall towards your bedroom.

[just-the-hiddles]

Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas | Day 4 | It’s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas | Jonathan Pine

Pairing: Jonathan Pine x Reader

 Summary: Jonathan loves Christmas and this is his first one working at The Meisters.  A chance encounter gives Jonathan more Christmas joy than he could hope for.

Warnings: smut (sex, fingering), cursing.

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“A bit higher Fraulein Brunner.” Jonathan directed. He squinted his eyes as the woman lifted the pine garland higher around the window. “That’s it. Be careful coming down the ladder.”

“You worry too much, Herr Pine.” Fraulein Brunner chuckled as she stepped back onto the carpet of the Meisters lobby. Her heel caught the carpet, and she stumbled.

Jonathan smiled as he steadied her back onto her feet. “I can’t have our lead soprano for caroling breaking something important.”

Fraulein Brunner blushed at the compliment. “Herr Pine, you flatter me. Now,” She moved the ladder over to the next window. “can you fetch the last of the lobby decorations?”

Pine did a quick bow and salute. “Right now, Fraulein.” He spun on his heel.

Jonathan loved Christmas. In particular, he loved the Christmas decorations. The Hotel Nefertiti, while a luxury hotel, did little in the way of Christmas decorations. He dug through the back storage closet, doing his best to not smudge dust and dirt on his jacket. He located two big boxes filled with ornaments and lights to adorn the fresh pine garland.

The boxes teetered in Jonathan’s hands as he headed back to the lobby, whistling and humming.

“It’s beginning to look a lot like Christm—” Jonathan sang under his breath until he ran straight into one of the hotel guests heading up to their room. The boxes flew in the air as Pine stumbled and you hit the carpet hard on your backside.

“Ow!” you cried out, rubbing your thigh. “Watch where you are going.”

Pine scrambled and held out his hand to help you. “My sincere apologies! Please…” He gathered up your bags. “… allow me to escort you to your room. Is anything hurt?”

You gazed up to your assailant for the first time and your breath caught in your throat. Whoever this man was stunning. That kind of gorgeous only seen in fashion magazines.

“Uh…” You shook your head to clear it of the series of increasing lurid scenarios filling your mind. “uh… what was the question?” Your brow furrowed.

Pine chuckled. “I was asking if anything is hurt.” A hint of pink grew across his cheeks.

“Oh.” You patted your hands along your body. “It seems I have escaped with only a bit of bruised pride. Mr…” You took his extended hand, and he lifted you to your feet with ease.

“Pine. Jonathan Pine. I’m the night manager.” Fraulein Brunner clicked her tongue at the mess left in the wake of the collision.

“Herr Pine. You must be more careful.” She scolded. Neither you nor Jonathan noticed her slight smile. “Now why don’t you take care of our guest before she leaves the hotel and go to one of our competitors.” She grabbed the boxes. “I think I can manage without you.”

Jonathan cleared his throat and straightened his jacket and tie. “I’ll have Kurt take your bags to your room.” A young bellboy appeared from seemingly thin air to grab your bags. “Room 204, Kurt.” The young boy nodded.

“Thank you.” you muttered, still in disbelief as what exactly was happening.

“Now that is sorted, allow me to accompany you to the hotel’s bar and order you a drink, compliments of the hotel, of course.” He held out his arm. You took it and Pine led you through a set of wooden doors to reveal an ornate wooden bar, off to the side of the main lobby.

“Herr Steiner,” The man behind the bar turned at the name. “please give the lady whatever she needs.”

Mr. Steiner nodded and smiled. “Of course, Mr. Pine.”

Jonathan Pine smiled back before letting go on your hand. “Now if you don’t mind, Ms…?” You filled in your name, earning another brilliant smile from Pine. “I need to return to my decorating duties. Mr. Steiner here…”

“Call me Elias.” He popped up.

“Elias will attend to any of your needs.”

“Thank you, Mr. Pine. For everything. I mean, the whole thing was an accident. You didn’t need to go through all the trouble.”

“Nonsense. Here at the Meisters, it is our policy to meet the customer’s needs. Are your needs met? Jonathan’s eyes sparkled, leaving you to wonder if he meant more than just making up for barreling into you.

“Yes, it is.” you choked out, your voice cracking and betraying you. “Thank you.”

Elias and Jonathan shared a glance over your shoulder, resulting in Jonathan frowning.

“Then I’ll leave you to it.” Jonathan nodded and smiled at you one more time before walking away.

You spun to greet Elias with a smile. “Tell me, is all the staff that good looking?” You batted your lashes while Elias burst into laughter.

-

Over the next several days, you tried to catch a moment with Jonathan again. But it would seem Mr. Pine is a man in demand. The most the two of you managed was a few lingering glances and smiles.

You sat in your room late one night, feeling sorry for yourself. Your trip was ending in a few days and you wished you had more time. More time to relax, more time to read, more time to talk… to Jonathan Pine.

A knock on your door pulled you from your melancholy. You weren’t expecting anyone. Your brows furrowed as you moved your way to the door.

“Hello?” you asked as you opened the door to find Jonathan Pine standing there, biting his lips. His eyes lit up.

“Hello.” he sighed. His impossibly blue eyes bore into your soul.

“Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Pine?” you asked back. You still did not understand why he was here, but was in no rush to have him leave.

“On the contrary, I was wondering if there was anything I can help you with. Is your room to your satisfaction?” He leaned forward to glance around your room. Whether it was to check out the room’s condition or for other occupants, you weren’t sure.

“It has exceeded expectations, Mr. Pine.” Your heart beat faster, “I appreciate you checking in on me.”

“It is my job and my pleasure.” His hand rose to cup your cheeks, warm against your skin. He leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Are your needs being met?” His lips ghosted across the shell of your ear.

You caught a gasp in your throat. Your skin burst out into goosebumps. “Ah… ah… um… I guess?” You shrugged your shoulders. “Are… are you flirting with me, Mr. Pine?” You smiled back, full of nerves.

Jonathan licked his lips. “Yes, I am and the name is Jonathan.” He stood back up, no longer hovering over you. “But if your needs are met, I can go.” He turned to leave.

“No! No. Now that I think about it, thermostat may be broken. The room seems awfully warm.” You fanned yourself for effect.

Jonathan’s brow furrowed in distress. “Allow me.” He pushed his way into your room. He went straight to the thermostat on the wall. You moved to glance over his shoulder. “It seems to be working just fi—” As he turned around, your lips crashed against his, hungry. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you tight to his chest. “You’re right, it is positively boiling in here. Might I suggest,” He tugged at your shirt. “shedding these excess layers.”

You pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders and onto the floor. “I would suggest you do the same. At least until you get the heat fixed.”

“I would concur.” He tugged at his tie while you pulled your shirt and bra off. Jonathan licked his lips at the sight of you, nearly naked, while toeing off his shoes and socks. “For health purposes.”

You reached for his belt, undoing it along with his waistband, the pants pooled at his ankles. He tugged down your pants and panties down in one smooth motion. “For health purposes indeed.” You squeezed his cock through his thin cotton boxers. “It seems you are swollen. From the heat.”

He pushed the boxers down to join his trousers on the floor. “So am I. Can you think of any way to take care of it?” He raised an eyebrow.

You mirrored his expression, raising a single brow as you gazed down and licked your lips. “A few things come to mind. But only if you want.”

He walked you backwards until your knees hit the side of the bed, and you fell to sitting. Jonathan crawled on top of you until you both laid prone on the soft mattress. “I most definitely want. You. All of you.”

His lips sucked hard in the crook of your neck. You arched to meet him. Your hips bucked up to him. You clawed at his back.

“I want all of you too.” you moaned, desperate for moan than just Jonathan’s lips. “Now.” Your fingers weaved into his hair and tugged.

Your legs fell open as his hips settled between them. Pine’s hand snaked between your two bodies. His fingertips danced along your slit. “Already so wet for me.” His lips trailed down to your chest, sucking each nipple with care and passion. He pumped a finger inside, curling against that spot inside of you.

You hissed through your teeth as the coil inside of you twisted tight, threatening to snap at any moment.

“Jonathan, I…” you pleaded, desperate to come. His lips giving an extra hard suck. He slipped a second inside of you and you came undone, screaming.

Jonathan pressed up on his hands and then his knees. He took his cock into his hand and pumped it a few times before teasing the tip along your folds. He pushed into you with a groan. You writhed as he filled you to the hilt.

“Yes.” He moaned as he snapped his hips against you. “You are…” His words cut off as your walls squeezed around his shaft.

Jonathan’s pace was brutal, and you were certain there would be bruises on your hips by the end of the night. He grunted as the two of you chased your own release.

“Darling, Im close, but I want you to come first.” His fingers found your clit, and he pressed gently in tight circles.

“I…” The rest of the words lost as your orgasm washed over you. You arched up and Jonathan thrusted twice more before spilling inside of you.

He collapsed against you, chest heaving before rolling to the side. Jonathan’s eyes raked over you with a tenderness that warmed you from the inside out.

“What?” you asked as you noticed his gaze.

He smiled. “I was thinking it is beginning to look a lot like Christmas.” He kissed your forehead. “Now that you are…”

You kissed his lips. “You are the best Christmas gift a girl could ask for.”

[just-the-hiddles]

Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas | Day 8 | Adam x Charlie | The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

A/N: Adam and Charlie are back!  I will be posting a story a day until we hit number 12.  So buckle in.

Pairing: Adam x OFC (Charlie Bock)

Summary: It is the day after Thanksgiving and Charlie should be sleeping.  Instead, she has gone full Buddy the Elf.  Adam will take extreme measures to temper the Christmas cheer.

Warnings: smut (vaginal), swearing

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The cheerful fanfare of trumpets pulled Adam rudely from his sleep that Saturday morning. He pulled a pillow over his head and held it tight. A futile attempt to block out the saccharine sweet voice of Andy Williams.

With the kids jingle bell’ing

And everyone telling you, “Be of good cheer!”

It’s the most wonderful time of the year

Adam chucked the pillow to the other side of the bed. The empty side of the bed. Where Charlie should be sleeping off her Thanksgiving shift at Clemency. The two of them decided celebrating the holiday didn’t suit either of them, what with Adam not eating real food and Charlie abhorring any occasion involving family gatherings. And the holiday pay was too tempting for Charlie to pass up.

There’ll be parties for hosting

Marshmallows for toasting

Caroling out in the snow

There’ll be scary ghost stories

And tales of the glories of

Christmases long, long ago

With a huff, Adam rose from bed and tugged on his dressing gown, not even bothering to tie it shut. The living room stood empty except for a few cardboard boxes he didn’t remember being there last night. The song grew louder and dare he even contemplate more joyful. Charlie’s off key singing punched through the marshmallow fluff of the Christmas tune from the kitchen. Adam couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Charlie dancing around in her pajamas, singing into a spoon.

“I thought you were going to sleep in.” Adam purred as his arms wrapped around her waist. Charlie only jumped a bit at the intrusion.

“I thought you were going to stop sneaking up on me.” She smacked his bare chest with the spoon.

“I made no such promise.” Adam murmured as he kissed Charlie’s lips. She tasted sweet. “Chocolate and mint?”

Charlie nodded, curls bouncing against Adam’s chin. “The first batch of cookies today. You like?”

Adam leaned down for another kiss, this time his tongue exploring her mouth. “Yes.” he groaned as he pushed Charlie against the counter, lifting her up.

Charlie shoved hard against his chest. “Don’t you dare! The cookies will burn.” She hopped down from the counter.

“Would that be the worst thing?” Adam nuzzled into her neck, nipping at the skin.

Charlie whipped around. “Need I remind you about the chocolate chip cookies? You nearly burned down the entire house?! I will not have your libido ruining my Christmas cheer!” She stabbed the spoon at his chest.

Adam slumped into one of the kitchen chairs, rubbing his forehead. “You aren’t going to break out one of your legal pads, are you? I have nightmares about yellow lined paper.”

Charlie smirked at Adam as she moved to straddle his lap. “Don’t tempt me.” She leaned forward to run her nose along his cheekbones. “I keep a stash hidden for emergencies.” Her lips ghosted across to behind his ear and down his neck until a soft gasp escaped his lips.

“How do you do that?” Adam asked, running his hands through her hair, tangling in Charlie’s impossible curls.

“Do what?”

“Disarm me with no effort whatsoever.” He whispered in her ear.

“Stole my soul to the devil.” Charlie chirped back as the oven timer went off and she popped up. Adam groaned. “He taught me how to play the fiddle too.”

Adam rolled his eyes. “No.”

Charlie rolled her eyes back. “Yes, now go brood somewhere else. You are throwing off my Christmas groove.”

Adam stood with a grunt. “Bah humbug.” he grumbled as shuffled off towards the living room to sulk on the couch until Charlie was done baking.

“I heard that! Scrooge!” Charlie snapped back while scooping up another set of cookies onto the baking sheet.

-

Things only got worse from there. Later that day, Adam discovered those cardboard boxes contained Christmas decorations. A lot of decorations.

“I don’t remember you having these last year?” Adam moaned as he threw his head back against the green velveteen fabric of the couch.

Charlie twisted around to stare at him. “I was dealing with almost having died last year. Remember that. You killing my psycho ex-boss? Me being chained to a beer soaked futon? Any of this ringing a bell?”

Adam wrinkled his nose. “Yes. I rather not think about that. I prefer more pleasant memories of last year.”

“Such as?”

Adam’s head snapped back up. His lips curling into a smile. “Like breaking in this couch. With sex.” He rose and walked towards her, his hips swaying.

“No, don’t even think about—” Charlie scolded before Adam grabbed her by the waist and hefted her over his shoulder. “ADAM! Put me down. I want to finish the decorations.”

Adam placed Charlie on the couch, back pressed against the cushion. He caged her against the couch with his body. His hands smoothed down her sides, reaching for the waistband of her pajama pants, tugging at them.

“Adam…”

He sighed while his lips sucked along Charlie’s neck, breaking down her resolve as she arched into his touch.

“Take a break now and I’ll help.” Adam offered.

“Are you being serious?” Charlie grabbed his cheeks to stare into his eyes. He rewarded her with an eye roll.

“Yes.” He attempted to return to kissing Charlie’s neck, but she held his face firmly in her hands.

“We do need a tree…” She murmured as she covered his lips with hers, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“No tree.” Adam protested against Charlie’s lips.

“You said ‘help’ you didn’t specify what kind of help. And I can’t carry the tree all by myself.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Fine.” Adam capitulated, tugging Charlie’s pants down to her knees.

She kicked them the rest of the way off. Charlie pulled at the robe tie and Adam’s robe fell open. With ease, he lifted both of them upright to sitting. Adam’s hands slipped under her shirt to find no bra. His fingers teased her nipples.

“Ride me, my love.” Adam breathed into Charlie’s ear. He sheathed himself inside her as she hissed.

“Yes!” Charlie’s head fell backwards. She never tired of the feeling of fullness Adam gave her.

Her hips rocked back and forth, slow and deliberate at first, savoring the sensation of Adam’s cock hitting all the right spots inside of her. Adam made quick work of Charlie’s shirt, tossing it behind the couch, into the abyss as Charlie called it. He latched onto one of her nipples, rolling his tongue over it.

“Ah!” Charlie moaned. Her hands tugged at Adam’s dark locks, pushing him against her as her orgasm drew closer. He released one nipple only to take the other next, giving the same treatment.

“I’m… close… Adam… I…” Charlie sputtered, riding his cock at a frantic pace.

“Let go, my love. Milk my cock with your walls.” Adam purred, snaking one hand between them to find Charlie’s clit and rubbing it, tipping Charlie over.

“Fuck!” Charlie moaned as she came, her walls clenched around Adam. He bucked his hips into her twice more, before spilling inside. His head fell back against the sofa. He enveloped Charlie into his arms, holding her tight against his bare torso.

Her cheek pressed against his chest as she panted. Her curls bounced and tickled Adam’s chin and lips. Adam loved these moments the most, the quiet and still, Charlie in his arms, safe. Home. He kissed the top of the forehead and smiled to himself.

“Now what were you saying about a tree?” Adam asked.

[just-the-hiddles]

Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas | Day 3 | Bill Hazeldine | Home For the Holidays

A/N:  Not going to lie, I found Bill incredibly hard to write for.  I love him to watch, hate to write him.  He is, in a word, stupid.  So this may be the one and only Bill Hazeldine fic I ever write.  But LOVE the series!  

Pairing: Bill Hazeldine x Jewel but it is mostly a gen fic

Summary: Bill Hazeldine is due home for the holidays but when he gets home Jewel is there instead of his mom.

Warnings: mentions of violence and guns (nothing graphic or really explicit), sexual innuendo. maybe cursing.

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“Jerry!” Joyce Hazeldine called out from the upstairs bedroom, slipping the revolver into her delicates drawer. “When did Bill say he would be home?” She patted down the sides of her hair before heading downstairs.

Jerry greeted her at the bottom of the stairs. “Not for another two hours. I’m off to the station to help with some paperwork.” He kissed her cheek. “I’ll be home in time for supper.”

“I’m making Bill’s favorite.” She glanced into the living room where the Christmas tree leaned against the wall. “Think the two of you can manage to put the tree up tonight.”

Jerry followed Joyce’s gaze and smiled. “I think we can manage.”

The doorbell rang and Jeremy answered it.

“Is Bill here?” Jewel Diamond asked as she pushed her way into their foyer. She was wearing a skirt that was entirely too short for the weather and one of Bill’s old rugby sweaters. Jerry slipped out the door

“Not for a few hours.” She attempted to push the young girl out the front door, but Jewel sidestepped Joyce to plop down on the sofa.

“I’ll just wait then.” Jewel flashed a smile at her. Her braces sparkled almost as much as her lip gloss.

Joyce had neither the time nor energy to deal with any member of the Diamond family. She wasn’t sure who annoyed her more, Jewel with claws in her precious son, Bill or Camilla, who wrangled her into series after series of criminal activities. She headed off to the kitchen to finish the roast dinner. Just as she popped the potatoes into the oven, the phone rang.

“Hello Joyce, darling.” Camilla’s voice oozed over the line.

Joyce slammed her fist against the kitchen counter. “Not now, Camilla!” She hissed. “I have supper on and Bill is due home at—”

“How is that strapping son of yours? Getting on at university? It would be a shame if something were to happen to him on the way home from the holidays.”

Joyce stifled a gasp. “If harm even one hair on Bill’s head—”

“You’ll what, Joyce? Wring your at us. The Garden Center fifteen minutes.” Camilla hung up without another word.

“Jewel,” Joyce commented as she tugged on her coat. “Pull the potatoes out when the timer goes off, okay?”

Jewel smiled. “Absolutely, Mrs. Hazeldine.”

Joyce sighed and headed towards the car.

—

Jewel jumped when she heard the door open. “Bill!”

Bill barely closed the door before Jewel pressed his back against the door and shoved her tongue down his throat. His eyes widened in surprise. Bill’s hands flailed in the air until Jewel stepped back, giving him a moment to catch his breath.

“Jules!” Bill exclaimed, his brows furrowed. “Where’s Mum and Dad?’

“Your dad’s at work and your mum stepped out for a bit.” She teased the front of his t-shirt with her fingernail. “We’re all alone in the house.” She took his hand and tugged him towards the stairs.

“Where are we going?” Bill asked, his face still screwed in an expression of confusion.

“The bedroom, silly.” Jewel’s lips curled into a smile.

“Why?”

“To get more comfortable.” Jewel purred.

“Well, I could just take my shoes and coat off downstairs and be set.” Bill’s eyes caught the tree leaning against the wall and diverted his path to head towards it. “Mum and Dad haven’t even gotten the tree up yet.”

Jewel plopped onto the sofa, pouting. Bill turned around to face her and frowned.

“Come on, Jules. Let’s surprise them with putting up the tree.”

Jewel rolled her eyes but stood up anyway to help Bill.

-

Joyce prayed no one noticed the bullet hole in her coat as she pulled into the driveway and shut off the car. She thanked her lucky stars she wasn’t wearing it when it got the hole.

Joyce smiled when she saw Bill’s suitcase by the door.

“Bill?” Joyce called into the house.

“In here, Mum.” Bill’s muffled voice called out from the living room.

She turned to see the tree up and lit. Joyce smiled. Now it was Christmas.

“Bill, the tree looks lovel—” She stopped short. “BILL!”

Jewel was flat on her back with Bill’s head between her legs. Jewel’s lips curved into a devious smile.

“Mum! Jewel got a hook stuck in her skirt and when I went to help her, my hair got tangled up. Can you help us?”

Joyce sighed and slid her purse off her shoulders. It took a good three minutes to disengage Bill’s curls from the hook that in no way accidently hooked into Jewel’s skirt.

Bill bounced to standing. “Mum! Happy Christmas.” He hugged her tight.

“Happy Christmas, Bill. Did you take out the potatoes?” she squeaked.

“Sorry.” Jewel piped up.

Bill’s eyebrows rose. “What potatoes?”

At the moment, the smoke alarm went off.

[just-the-hiddles]

12 Days Of Hiddlesmas Masterlist

Day 1: Magnus Martinsson | All I Want For Christmas is You

Magnus has been working overtime to pay for your Christmas present.  

*Day 2: James Conrad | Please Come Home For Christmas

James Conrad is called away on a mission weeks before Christmas but promises to be home in time.  But delays may spoil your Christmas wishes.

Day 3: Bill Hazeldine | Home For the Holidays

Bill Hazeldine is due home for the holidays but when he gets home Jewel is there instead of his mom.

*Day 4: Jonathan Pine | It’s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas

Jonathan loves Christmas and this is his first one working at The Meisters.  A chance encounter gives Jonathan more Christmas joy than he could hope for.

Day 5: Captain James Nicholls | I’ll Be Home For Christmas

A letter home from James.

*Day 6: Prince Hal | Greensleeves

Hal should be at the royal residence for the holiday but is instead at a local inn with Falstaff and Poins.  He has his eyes on you.

*Day 7: Dr. Robert Laing | Do They Know It’s Christmas

As chaos descends upon the high-rise, Laing schedules a date with you, not realizing the auspicious date.

*Day 8: Adam and Charlie | The Most Wonderful Time of The Year

It is the day after Thanksgiving and Charlie should be sleeping.  Instead, she has gone full Buddy the Elf.  Adam will take extreme measures to temper the Christmas cheer.

Day 9: William Buxton | Blue Christmas

It is the first Christmas since Peggy left William.  The town of Cranford still whispers about him.  He has taken to walking at night.  One night he stumbles upon the reader.

*Day 10: Loki | Santa Baby

You have no idea what to get Loki for Christmas.  After no help from the team, you settle on a gift.  You only hope he likes it.

Day 11: Sir Thomas Sharpe | Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

Your sister and children have come for the holidays to Allerdale Hall but all is not merry and bright.

Day 12: Tom Hiddleston | White Christmas

You have been cast as Betty in the remake of White Christmas with stars Tom Hiddleston as Phil and Michael Bublé as Bob.  And you have a huge crush on Tom. You don’t know if he feels the same way.

[just-the-hiddles]

Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas | Day 9 | William Buxton | Blue Christmas

A/N: So I might have pulled Peggy a bit out of character on this one, but I needed her out of the way.  Sorry, not sorry.

Pairing: William Buxton x Reader

Summary: It is the first Christmas since Peggy left William.  The town of Cranford still whispers about him.  He has taken to walking at night.  One night he stumbles upon the reader.

Warnings: Nothing really.  It’s Cranford.

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“Yes, Ms. Matty.” William forced a smile.

“You promise, dear William? I hate to think of you all alone in that house, what with Erminia and your father stuck in London.”

“It is a rather unfortunate circumstance. But I promise I will stop by on Christmas. Captain Brown has already invited me to Christmas lunch and I can see you on my way back home.”

Ms. Matty smiled at the young man. If she noticed the pain on his face, she didn’t acknowledge it. “I would appreciate that. And perhaps we can discuss the next event, since our last dance went so we—” She noticed William’s face falling. Her hand flew to her mouth. “I am sorry, Master William. I did not think of you and Peg—”

“It’s fine, Ms. Matty. Peggy made her choice when she married Mr. Fry.” He flipped his coat collar up to the cold winter air. “Now if you excuse me, I have some other errands to attend to.”

“Of course, Master William. I won’t take anymore of your time.”

He tipped his hat toward Ms. Matty before walking away. Ms. Tomkinson came up behind her.

“Was that William Buxton, Ms. Matty?” she asked, staring as William disappeared from view.

“Yes. Ms. Tomkinson, it was.”

“It’s a shame what happened between him and Peggy Bell.”

Ms. Matty sighed. “It is. I should have hoped the young man would find happiness soon. It breaks my heart to see him wandering around Cranford alone.”

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William didn’t have other errands that afternoon, but he couldn’t bear to hear a word of Ms. Matty’s pity. He tired of the sideways glances at him in town, the hushed tones and sudden stops to conversations when he walked up. Peggy had done more than just break his heart when she eloped with Mr. Fry rather than wait for William to save up the money for their betrothal. It was just as well he kept telling himself. Perhaps one day he would believe himself.

Until then, he busied himself with the work at the railway. Captain Brown did his best to provide him with plenty of work to fill his work days. Unfortunately, Erminia and his father left weeks ago for London and were delayed until after Christmas. It made for lonely nights with his thoughts. William took to walking at night to clear his mind in the cold winter air, preferring the physical pain of almost hypothermia to the emotional pain of a broken heart.

Tonight was one of those nights. Two nights before Christmas and William found himself unable to sleep. He looped his scarf tight around his neck and tugged on his heavy wool overcoat before heading out the door. The night sky was clear and bright above his head, the moon shone as it neared full. William allowed a few tears to fall onto his cheeks, freezing as he made his way towards the church.

William was surprised to see a light flickering and the front door opened wide. He tightened the grip on the walking stick that he began carrying on this night jaunts and made his way towards the church.

He did not expect to hear the sounds of singing when he approached. William poked his head around the heavy wood door.

“Hello?” his voice echoed in the small, nearly empty chapel.

“AH!!” you screamed as your arms went flailing. You stumbled about. William rushed to your side.

“I am so sorry!” He caught you by the hand to steady yourself. He whipped his hat off and smoothed down his golden curls, doing little to tame their wild nature. You covered your mouth to hide the beginnings of a giggle.

“It’s quite alright, Mr….”

“… Buxton. William Buxton.” he volunteered. “I did not expect to see anyone in the church this late at night.”

You smoothed out your dress in nerves. “My father prefers I not sing in the house. He says it is too much of a distraction.”

“And your father…?” William fished. He was certain he would remember such a lovely face as yours around town.

“Replaced Reverend Hutton a few weeks ago. He lets me sing in the chapel.”

William’s eyes widened in surprise. He did not expect you to say you were the vicar’s daughter. But it explained why he did not recognize you. It had been over a month since he attended services, wanting to avoid the murmurs from the pews.

“I’m afraid I haven’t made my way to services in some time.”

“You should come on Christmas day. Hear me sing to an audience.” You beamed as William smiled back at you. You overheard mutterings about William from some women in town. But hadn’t paid the gossip much mind.

“Perhaps I shall.” A powerful gust of wind slammed the door shut with a loud bang. You jumped against William’s side and his arm wrapped around your shoulders. “It was just the wind.”

You cleared your throat and backed away, well aware of what people would say if someone caught the two of you in such an embrace. “I must be back home. I did not realize the hour.” You grabbed the candle from the altar. William offered his arm.

“Allow me to at least walk you to your door.”

“It is just around the back, I believe I can manage.”

“Please. As an apology for startling you.”

You nodded but took his arm. “Very well.” You did a poor job of hiding your small smile. It pleased William to no end to watch your attempts to hide it. He gave a small bow at your door and then turned to make his walk home.

-

Christmas Day

“Ms. Matty, is that a new bonnet?” William asked as he took a seat behind her at the church that morning.

“Master William!” she exclaimed. “It has been ages since I have seen you in church.”

“I was suddenly come over with the Christmas spirit.”

“Well, whatever the reason, it was a welcomed sight. I shall have to introduce you to the new vicar and his family.”

William’s response was cut off by the service starting. Ms. Matty noticed how William paid particular attention to you, sneaking glances over to where you sat and completely enraptured when you sang.

Ms. Matty led William outside where you stood with your mother and father.

“Reverend, I don’t think you have had the pleasure of meeting our young William Buxton. He works as an engineer with the railway.” Ms. Matty gushed.

“Pleasure, son.” Your father shook William’s hand with a firm grip. “This is my wife and daughter.”

William tipped his hat to the both of you. His eyes lingering on your dark blue dress, which you wore in hopes he would be in attendance. “Ladies. A lovely service. I am only sorry I have waited this long to attend.”

“Thank you, Mr. Buxton.” you replied softly.

Captain Brown came around to clasp William’s shoulder. “Still coming over for Christmas lunch, William?”

“Yes sir.” You spied how William grew nervous in Captain Brown’s presence. “Perhaps I can walk home with you.”

“Of course. We will be headed home in a moment.”

William nodded. “I’ll catch up.” Captain Brown walked away to collect his wife for the walk home. He returned his attention to you, your mother still talking with Ms. Matty. “Perhaps I may come by later to wish your glad tidings.”

“I would much appreciate that, William. Thank you.”

He smiled and nodded his head before trotting after Captain Brown.

Your mother leaned over. “Mr. Buxton seems like a pleasant fellow, darling.”

“Quiet, mother.” you shushed her. “He is coming by to wish the family a happy Christmas. Nothing more.”

Your mother pressed her lips together and said nothing, but she noticed how your eyes followed William until you could no longer see him. Whatever it was, she knew it was more than just holiday wishes, but would indulge you with your coyness for the time being.

“Of course, dear. So polite and well-mannered.”

“Yes, he is.” you responded distractedly, considering William’s blue eyes and wild curls.

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Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas is Done!

All 12 fics are drafted.  I am very happy with all of them.  I will be working on my new Hanukkah fic on Thursday/Friday.  I will post a schedule for December on Sunday.  So excited, you all!!  

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December Posting Schedule

Here it is, the long awaited December Posting Schedule.  Well at least for me.  So here is what is in store for December 2020 from my blog.

Mondays:  I haven’t decided on how much longer I will continue with Hiddles Court as I am running out of body parts and characteristics.  So there is that...

Tuesdays: I will continue with Tip Tuesdays.  

Wednesdays:  I am going to not post fic teasers just because the posting schedule is a bit wonky to accomodate everything.

Fridays: Weekend Reading will keep on and carry on.  I will do my best to feature non-Christmas fics.  

Story Schedule:

December 3: Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas | Magnus Martinsson (Fluff)

December 5:   Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas | James Conrad (Smut)

December 10:  Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas | Bill Hazeldine (Fluff)

December 11: Something To Hide | Hanukkah Fic | Loki (Fluff)

December 12:  Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas | Jonathan Pine (Smut)

December 14:  Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas | Captain James Nicholls (Fluff)

December 16:  Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas | Prince Hal (Smut)

December 17:  Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas | Robert Laing (Smut)

December 19:  Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas | Adam and Charlie (Smut)

December 20:  Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas | William Buxton (Fluff)

December 21:  Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas | Sir Thomas Sharpe (Fluff)

December 22:  Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas | Loki (Smut)

December 23:  Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas | Tom Hiddleston (Fluff)

And as of this posting, that will be it story wise.  My series Destiny Has Other Plans will resume on January 2, 2021.  I will post my 2021 revised posting schedule in December.  Along with some other changes and what not.  I am very excited to continue to bring you all exciting stories in 2021.

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So I Have a Spare Story...

I ended up writing a fun little one shot with Adam and Loki. Fluffy and humor.  I wasn’t planning on posting on American Thanksgiving because well it is a holiday for me and I was going to spend it relaxing.  I already have the rest of November slots filled with chapters or one shots.  But this story is really good and I don’t want to wait until January to share.  

So what do you want me to do with it?

A. Post it like tomorrow or Monday. Because give me content now.

B. Post it the Wednesday before Thanksgiving.  that is the 26th.

C. Post it on the 18th for my two year tumblrvesary.

D. Wait until January 2021.

December is not an option because I am writing the Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas and there is no room at the inn.  

Let me know.