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joheun-saram · 4 years ago

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Christmas Under Wraps (ksj)

Summary- You always wanted to work in a small town, and when you finally got matched to a small hospital in Alaska for your one year sabbatical you never would’ve thought you’d be in a place where everyone believed Santa was real. Mass hysteria or magic? Only time will tell.

word count- 12k

pairing- nurse!Seokjin x doctor!Reader

rating- R

genre- fluff, smut

warnings- very bad puns, me having no knowledge of Alaska, cheating, shitty parents, mentions of the horrendous Mario movie, softdom!Jin, whiny!Jin, explicit sex, oral sex (f and m receiving), edging (kinda), multiple orgasms, too many references to Santa

a.n- Part of @suhdays Hallmark Holiday Collab! Please check other beautiful holiday pieces written by some amazing writers. Full disclosure, this fic took me more than a month to write, mostly because I have only seen like three Christmas movies, and one of them was Die Hard and the other was Nightmare before Christmas, so please let me know what you think! Was this Christmasy enough for you?

s/o to the amazing @namyoongles for the banner! ily! 💕

As always feedback appreciated. Send me an ask! 💌

“Mr Henderson, I really need you to watch your carbohydrate intake. Your blood sugar indicates pre-diabetes and with your history of angina, it really is important that you keep this in check. I’m going to need you to do a monthly fasting glucose check for the next three months so we see some results. Okay?”

You look over at the smiling overweight septuagenarian seated in front of you. Mr Henderson was one of your favourite patients, one of the few you knew well enough to remember even his grandchildren’s name. You loved that. Being a doctor in a busy hospital in Manhattan made making a lasting connection with a patient a rare occurrence, and although you were worried about his health, you were happy you the last appointment of your five years of residency was with someone you knew.

“Doc, I’m old. A little dessert never hurt anyone huh?” Mr Henderson joked, as he patted his stomach, the buttons of his shirts working hard to keep it together.

“I’m serious, Mr Henderson,” you speak sternly, looking up from your iPad screen at the man in front of you, just as your attending walks in through the door.

“Well, Mr Henderson you better listen to Dr. Y/L/N. She’s the best we’ve got and she will keep calling you in for appointments even if she isn’t here!” She adjusts her glasses, her hands in the pockets of her lab coat, as the two delve into a conversation about her upcoming retirement. You were sad to see your mentor and friend retire, but if you were being honest, it was that fact that gave you the courage to make your big move.

Your colleagues and friends were shocked when you announced that you were moving to Alaska. You had always been the top of your program and had an assortment of top specialization programs to choose from. In fact, your father was the most shocked. He expected you to follow his footsteps and specialize in internal medicine from the prestigious program at John Hopkins. He had even spoken to one of his friends on the admission board to ensure your acceptance.

He almost choked on his dinner when you mentioned that you had accepted the family medicine specialization program in the small town of Elophtron in Alaska. He was livid, having never even heard of the town, let alone the program, deeming it unworthy of his 28 year old prodigy. But that’s the thing. You were twenty eight. There was no way you would let your father, or anyone for that matter, dictate what to do with your career.

The only person who seemed to support your decision was your long term boyfriend, Jiho, who seemed ecstatic at the news. He was the first person you told. You were nervous when you broke the news, the two of you had been a little distant the past few months, but your worries were assuaged when he pulled you in a tight hug excitedly telling you how proud he was of you. He knew how much you wanted to take a break from the city, and seeing his enthusiastic support made you confident you were making the right move.

Born and raised in New York City, the overcrowded bustle of the city thrummed through your veins. While you did pride yourself on being a true New Yorker, you would be lying if you said that you were happy here. It was easy to be lost here, to be forgotten amongst the millions of faces crossing the streets. As often as the city lights cheered you up, they also suffocated you.

The city was cold, a criss cross of concrete and beautiful glass towers housing lonely, selfish souls that didn’t mind tripping over the people sleeping in the streets. People here craved to be noticed, craved to live lavishly, and while you were born into what most craved, what you wanted was the solace of a town where everyone knew each other. A town where you could make lasting relationships that didn’t rely on your last name or where you graduated from. Elopthron, although a terribly sci-fi sounding town name, was your reprieve from the smog filled mundane.

The days leading up to your departure were full of excitement. You packed quickly, your closet surprisingly fitting into two bags that barely avoided the baggage limit. Your friends hosted a cute little going away party, full of champagne and promises to visit, while your parents hosted a cold dinner, full of lectures and judgement. As your flight landed in Juneau, your heart was beating with nerves. This specialization was at the town’s only hospital, the fact that all the town’s medical talent was under one roof had you excited to learn. Not only that, but the program stated that you would get the opportunity to run things and you couldn’t wait to put your leadership skills to the test again - you were the chief resident at your old hospital and you couldn’t say that the role didn’t suit you.

Collecting your bags, albeit with a little struggle, you reach the doors to the arrivals where the hospital had told you to meet the driver. That is another thing about this dream opportunity, they not only ensured you had a ride into town, but even provided you with your own apartment. To your shock, the driver you meet takes you not to a car but another plane, a small little thing that shakes with every gust of wind.

It makes you nervous, the shaking rattling your heart around your chest, but the view of the snow covered mountains takes your breath away. You were never one to swoon over nature, preferring your apartment to the hiking trips Jiho got excited about, but seeing the fresh untouched snow stirred something in you. It promised fresh starts and unchartered challenges, and that made your heart beat faster in anticipation.

The feeling didn’t subside even when you made yourself comfortable in your new apartment. The warm wooden finishing was a stark contrast to the metal of your home in Manhattan and as you started the fire before hanging your clothes in the small wardrobe in the corner of your room, you couldn’t stop the grin etching across your features. You were finally here.

The apartment was on the first floor of a two storey complex. It was much smaller than your expansive home, but instead of suffocating it felt cozy. The front door opened to a small hallway furnished simply with a cute oak shoe rack and a full length mirror. It led to an open concept kitchen and living room, separated by a breakfast island. The living room had a large fireplace, stack of wood next to it, and a large yellow couch opposite it. Furnishing was minimal, but your bedroom boasted a large queen sized bed, anchored on each side by matching nightstands and a wardrobe in the corner.

It was everything you didn’t know you craved as you settled in your bed for the night, noting to thank the hospital for even providing the bedding. As you stared at the wooden slats that decorated the ceiling of your bedroom, you felt comforted. It was unlike your home, where the high ceilings made you feel cold and alone, even when Jiho stayed over. Perhaps you needed this new beginning more than you thought.

The morning was not as serene however, as you somehow managed to turn off your alarm without waking up and were running half an hour behind schedule when you realised you didn’t have a coffee maker. Scrambling out into the cold early December weather you pulled your expensive but utterly useless coat around you as you followed your map app to the closest and seemingly only coffee shop on the one strip of shops the town boasted.

Checking the time to see you still had about half an hour till work started, you slowed down a little to take in the surroundings. Quaint did not cover how cute the small town was. The main strip was a large two way street with a row of little independently owned shops on either side with names such as Once Upon a Book, A Nick in Time, and Thorns and Roses. You didn’t know what these shops housed, although you could guess some, and you couldn’t wait to explore. The cutest thing about the shops was how festive everything looked, fairy lights strung everywhere, mistletoe and wreaths in every window. Like you had stepped into the Grinch’s nightmare, and it was barely October. This might possibly be the most fairytale like town you’d ever stepped foot into.

You easily located the small coffee shop, chuckling at the ostentatious pink board reading Bean There. It seemed more like an 70’s style diner than a coffee shop, filled with small vinyl tables, each with a small Christmas tree on it. Making your way to the counter, you ordered your usual, blond roast coffee with a splash of almond milk.

“Oh sorry hon. We only have normal coffee and cow’s milk,” the older woman standing behind the cash register answered with a jolly laugh, pouring coffee from a pot into a red to-go cup. Before you could say anything, she continued. “Besides, that’s some hippy stuff. We’ve been drinking cow’s milk for generations and our family has never been healthier! I swear these trends are killing the economy!”

And she talked, going on and on about the benefits of milk giving you no time to interrupt as she poured a copious amount of milk into your coffee making it resemble a latte. You were about to give up and forego the coffee this morning till someone behind you decided to speak up.

“Doris! What did we say about forcing the tourists to drink your farm’s milk?” You followed the deep, joyous voice to its owner, blinking a few times as you registered the tall, dark haired man behind you. Oh and what a man he was.

Dressed in black skinny jeans and a red flannel shirt under a fur-lined denim jacket, your eyes zeroed in on his broad shoulders. The instant attraction you felt to this stranger had heat rising up your neck. Emboldened by the fact that you would probably not see this stranger again, you let your eyes roam his body, biting your lip slightly, till your eyes met his, a small smirk on his lips. Clearing your throat you awkwardly stepped forward.

“It’s okay. No problem, Doris, was it?”

“No no. You want almond milk, you get almond milk! Doris I know for a fact you have it back there!” The stranger stops you from grabbing the drink on the counter, a hand held up.

“Seokjin! I see how it is! Just because a pretty girl wants almond milk, you share but not when Jeremy wanted to try it.” Doris huffs, straightening her bright yellow apron.

“Jeremy was drinking it as a dare, and I’d rather not waste one of the ten cartons that Dosey orders every month on stupidity.”

“Um… Really it’s fine! I’m going to be late for work so… thank you!” You try to escape. As much as your lactose intolerant gut was wincing at the thought of almond milk, you had spent way more time here than you planned.

“Wait, work? Hon you’re not a tourist at all! Where are you working?” It seemed you only made the conversation more interesting as Doris looked at you beaming.

“At the hospital?”

“You’re the new doctor? Oh my! Welcome Doc! We’re so excited to have you here! I suppose you’ll be seeing a lot of Seokjin then!” She slapped the stranger, Seokjin you suppose, on the shoulder as he stares at you with wide eyes before catching himself and clearing his throat.

“Doris! Will you just make the pretty doctor her drink then? Mine too please!” He leans on the counter and you can’t help but steal another glance at him. He really was oddly beautiful.

“Sure hon! Here you go!” Doris chuckled as she placed two coffees on the counter and you’re pleased to see yours looking exactly how you prefer. You take out your wallet before Seokjin stops you.

“Don’t worry about it. Put it on my tab Doris. Here, let me walk you to work.” He guides you out of the little cafe, a hand hovering near the small of your back.

“I’m sure you have better things to do. I’ll be fine.”

“Oh it’s no problem at all. I’m going there myself.”

“Oh. Are you a resident?” You did not expect that. By his attire you assumed he worked some manual labour, and by his face you assumed he worked as a model. Somehow you couldn’t picture seeing this man living at a library like you had your years of schooling.

“Nope. Head nurse. So Doris is right, you’ll be seeing me a lot.” He grinned at you, his cheeks puffing up in a way that made you want to poke them. What was in the air in this town? You needed to get a grip on yourself.

“Oh nice to meet you then! I’m -”

“Dr. Y/L/N from New York, right?” Seokjin cut you off before you could finish, looking at you over the lip of his cup as he sipped his coffee, casually guiding you down the main street towards the hospital.

“Right… Seokjin?”

“Yup. Kim Seokjin. How are you liking our little town so far?” He seemed genuinely interested and you smiled. It felt oddly comfortable even if you had inklings of butterflies swarming your belly.

“I love it. It’s really beautiful!”

“Oh wow. Didn’t expect a New Yorker to like it here. You know it’s always cold, right?” he smirked, slowing down as you reached a cute little pink house, before stopping completely.

“I can handle the cold. Wait, this is the hospital?” You looked at the house. It looked more like something a grandma would reside in than a hospital. You were used to glass buildings and top of the art hospitals. As you entered, the door opened to a large waiting area with faded vinyl chairs and a reception desk. It was cozy, but you couldn't believe this was the only hospital in town.

“The one and only. The town’s going to be so excited to finally have a doctor

again!” His words made you sputter, almost choking on your coffee.

“What do you mean, finally? Where are the other doctors?”

“You’re it!” He grinned.

This was not according to plan. You were here to learn. Learn from people much more well-versed in medicine than you were. You did not expect to be the only doctor. Even if the town only had around 2,000 people, it was still outrageous that you would be the only person treating them, and in this small house. Does this place even have any imaging machines?!

As the day went on, your nerves only increased. Seokjin introduced you to the other people who worked at the hospital. There were only three others, two orderly, and another nurse. There were more people in your friend group of residents back home. This was scary, and as you laid in bed that night, all you wanted to do was talk to Jiho and get comforted. He didn't pick up, and you counted the slates on your ceiling to fall asleep, pushing your mind to rest no matter how alone you felt all of a sudden.

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Turns out you were not that alone. Within a month you had finally gotten into the groove of things. Your five-person team gelled together pretty fast, and soon you could anticipate each other's moves and even talk without words. Running a hospital, however, was not all you had cracked it up to be in your head. Although you didn't see too many patients daily, the paperwork kept you way past dinner most days. If it weren’t for Seokjin’s insistence to leave at the same time as you, you might as well had moved into your office.

All in all, it was nice. The town had welcomed you with open arms, and it was exactly what you were looking for when you left Manhattan - a place where everyone knew your name and not because of who your family was, where you could walk into a coffee shop and they'd know your order, where you knew your neighbours and attended extravagantly cheesy block parties. Elopthron had its quirks, how almost everyone here put way too much emphasis on Christmas, adults even going as far as pretending Santa Claus was real for the kids all the time. You weren’t kidding, one time a middle aged patient insisted on not ordering the brace he needed because he knew Santa would bring him one on Christmas. When you told Jenny, the other nurse, to do a psych evaluation, she just shook her head in amusement, thinking you were joking. “Of course Santa is real, Dr. Y/L/N. Here in Elophtron, Santa comes every Christmas with presents!” she had insisted, leaving you baffled. This town was absolutely bonkers, but it was starting to feel like home.

The only thing stopping you from feeling fully content was the fact that your parents were still icing you out and somehow regardless of being only four hours out of sync, Jiho and you had barely communicated this month. You would think you were being ghosted if it weren’t for his sporadic one liners.

You sighed as you looked over the budget for the month, the numbers somehow refusing to add up as you looked at your phone, the Instagram notification lighting it up. You could use a break, so you decide to scroll through your feed, only to stop abruptly at Jiho's new post.

Love my baby so much! Happy four months, beautiful.

It was a cute caption, if it weren't for the fact that you and Jiho had been dating for over four years, your anniversary was in March, and that he was kissing a stunning blond that you didn't recognize in the picture.

You looked at the picture again, closing the app and starting it again, just in case it was a glitch. Nope, apparently, Jiho had broken up with you and forgot to tell you. You could feel the tears pricking your eyes, but they weren't because of sadness. Oh no, you were furious. No wonder that fucker was so excited about your move.

You let out a huge groan, throwing your phone across the room, as you stood up and kicked your desk, tears now freely flowing. You couldn't believe the nerve. You hadn't expected this from him. In fact, much like a loser, you were expecting him to propose at Christmas. You thought back at how he had told you he loved you and called you beautiful, much like he was now professing to that new girl and it made your stomach twist. You wanted to break stuff. No, correction, you wanted to break his face.

You didn't realize you were rage pacing until Seokjin appeared in the doorframe, looking at you with wide eyes.

"Everything okay, Y/N?" he asked, stepping in front of you to stop your pacing. In the past month, Seokjin had gotten surprisingly good at reading your moods. It was like he could see a slight change in your micro-expressions and be able to tell whether you need a coffee, a hug, or a walk. You were truly grateful for him, but at this moment you were afraid you were going to take out your anger on him so you tried to calm down. Stopping your pacing, you plastered a smile on your face.

"Yeah. Everything's fine. Don't worry. Why are you still here?" Seokjin, however, didn't buy your flimsy excuse and pulled you in a hug. You felt yourself instantly calm. It was oddly intimate. He had hugged you before, but never like this. His arms were tight around your frame as your face met his chest, enveloping you in his vanilla scent. Your attraction to Seokjin had faded slowly over time, but right now as he tightened his grip around you in an effort to comfort you, your heart skipped a beat.

With your rage fast diminishing, all you had left was your heartbreak as you slowly started to cry in his chest. He didn't question you. His usually talkative personality, giving way to an understanding silence as he slowly rubbed your back.

When it seemed that you had calmed down, Seokjin pulled away, looking at you with concern. Without asking you for details, he suggested going on a drive. You accepted, knowing that if you just went home all you would do is wallow. You let him drive you to a burger joint, picking up your favorites, before getting back in his truck. The two of you drove for what seemed a long time, the food getting cold as soft pop music played in the background.

He never once pushed you to talk, letting you take in the trees lining the highway, as you watched the snow glittering in the moonlight on the banks. Finally, he stopped the truck, getting out before opening the door for you, taking your hand as you stepped down from the height.

The view blew you away. He had driven you to a field of sorts, getting the back of his truck ready with some blankets. But it wasn't the pine-lined field that took your breath away, it was the sky. Above you the navy hues of the night were alight in colour, pinks and greens blooming like waves in the sea. Stars prickled through occasionally as the weave of colours danced slowly, mesmerizing you. You don't know how long you stared at it in awe, but when you turned around, he was already sitting on the back of the truck, under a blanket, your food being taken out of bags.

He speaks for the first time when you settle next to him.

"You want to talk now?"

"I don't know." You shrug, rattling the ice in your cup as you swirl around your drink.

"It's okay if you don't want to. Just... do you need to go back?" He seemed hesitant, almost disappointed, as he asked. It was endearing how much he cared about the town not being left without a doctor.

"No. Definitely not." You said firmly, staring at the sky, missing the way he smiled at you in relief. The last thing you wanted to do right now was go back to Manhattan so your parents could tell you how you failed and accidentally run into Jiho and his blonde. Hoping to deflect the conversation, you looked at Seokjin, his cheeks puffed as he took a big bite of his burger. "Seokjin, can you tell me something about yourself?"

"What do you want to know?" He says, sipping his drink.

"I don't know. Anything."

"Hmm... well I'm a nurse and I’m the most handsome man in the world." He laughed, clapping his hands slowly as if applauding his own wit. You rolled your eyes, unable to fight the smile that made its way to your lips.

"Oh my god, you dork! Tell me something real. Tell me a secret." You bumped him with your shoulder.

"If I tell you a secret, will you tell me what's wrong?" You hummed, eyes wide in anticipation as you munched on your cold fries. "Well. I secretly kind of hate this small-town life."

His answer shocked you. In the month you’ve known Seokjin, he has been this little town’s biggest fan. With the number of people who greet him, and routinely give him presents, you don’t doubt he could easily be elected mayor. In fact, the chief of police even suggested using him as the town’s mascot, for crying out loud.

“If you hate it why are you here?”

“Did you know I lived in San Francisco for ten years till last year?” You did not. You couldn’t imagine Seokjin amongst those tech snobs, nor could you imagine him in anything not flannel. “Yeah. I loved it. I worked at this amazing hospital and went out to all these clubs. I was kind of a party animal.” He chuckled, looking at his lap fondly as he picked at the blanket.

“Why come back?”

“Well… my family established this town. We were the first ones here and well I promised my dad when he died that I’d help continue the little traditions in this town.” He shrugged, his mouth a lopsided smile. “Promised him I’d raise my kids here. Family comes before fun.”

“That’s… wow. You must really respect your dad, enough to change your life for him,” you spoke softly, leaning into his lap a little to place your hand over his. “It must have been hard to lose him.”

“It was, but I hope I’m making him proud.” He gave you a genuine smile as he squeezed your hand, before tapping it. “Now enough about my emo self! Are you going to tell me what’s wrong now?”

And so you did. You spent probably three hours out in the cold, before calling it a night. You told him about Jiho and how he broke your heart, and he related by telling you about his own ex that had broken their engagement when he suggested the relocation. Spending time with Seokjin was comfortable, it was easy. There was something about him that warms you up, like hot chocolate on a snowy night.

You hadn’t been that vulnerable around anyone in a while. Your life in New York was calculated, you never knew who you could trust, and so you trusted no one. It felt oddly freeing to be able to talk about your heartbreak and insecurities with Seokjin, and after that night under the aurora borealis, you both became closer. Before, you would only see each other at work, but since then you had been hanging out outside of work a lot. Sometimes the two of you would grab dinner at the local diner, or he would pick you up for working, grabbing coffee and flirting with Doris shamelessly for freebies. The more you spent time with Seokjin, the more you realized how different he was from what you had assumed.

When you first got to know Seokjin, you thought he was hardworking and amiable, but now you knew his dorky side. The side that would come up after a glass of wine, when he would start cracking lame dad jokes, clapping his hands, and laughing at himself. The side that got especially shy, ears turning a bright red, every time you complimented him on anything, be it his work ethic, or a nice new shirt he bought. The side that would go on and on about the Mario universe, regaling you with details about why Wario was misunderstood, or why the movie should only be watched when wasted otherwise it was a waste.

To be honest, you never knew there was even a Mario movie, and when you told him such he gasped loudly, grabbing you by your shoulders and excitedly making plans to watch it together. You wouldn't tell anyone but with your newfound friendship with Seokjin, he had also gotten very comfortable touching you. Maybe it was the aftereffect of being so vulnerable around him that one time or the fact that you were trying to get over Jiho, but every time he pulled you into a hug or brushed past you it made your heart skip a beat. You controlled the flush slowly creeping up your neck, as you shrugged his hands off your shoulders and solidified your plans to watch the movie together.

True to his word, Seokjin showed up at your house with a case of beers, a local microbrew full of hops that made your tongue sing. Halfway through the movie, you had no idea what was happening, Mario and Luigi, who had terribly fake accents, by the way, jumping through trying to save the damsel in distress in what looked like an acid trip. The alcohol didn't help as the plot got more convoluted, but that didn't stop Seokjin from excitedly trying to help you decipher it.

You don't know when it happened, but his arm was around you, casually draped where your head met the couch, his fingers lightly caressing your shoulder as he sipped his beer. You took another sip of yours trying to calm yourself. No matter how many times you tried to focus on the colours exploding on the screen, all you could think about was your hammering heart as your skin heated up under his innocent touch. It wasn't when he abruptly pulled his arm away from you that you were broken out of reverie.

"So what did you think?" He asked excitedly, turning on the couch towards you, a leg moving up and under his other. You hadn't even realized the movie ended. Did they save the princess? Or was it their business they were trying to save? What was this movie even about?

"Um... it was something," you commented, hoping that the vague answer would satisfy him, as you chugged the rest of your beer.

"It's cause you're not drunk enough! Y/N! I told you, you had to get wasted to like this movie!" He whined, clumsily opening another bottle and handing it to you. You weren't drunk, he was right. You were on the right side of tipsy, just on the edge of jumping into oblivion. Seokjin on the other hand, seemed much more ahead of you as he struggled with the bottle opener.

Chuckling, you reached out and put your hands over his, helping him uncap his bottle. You didn't notice how close you had gotten until he whispered thanks and his breath ghosted the skin of your nose. Looking up, your breath hitched as you saw the look in his eyes. Usually filled with mirth, it was jarring to see him looking at you with want, his long dark hair falling into his eyes as they traced your features. You saw his eyes linger on your lips and all you could do was blink. You knew you should move away, he was coworker and friend, but you froze, the two of you lost in the silence.

He made the first move, bringing his hand to your face tentatively. You leaned into it, sighing a little, and that's when you felt his lips on yours. Soft, plush lips that you had imagined more than a few times this past month, molded around yours. The kiss was shy, a little soft as his thumb caressed your flushing cheek. Your hands still on top of his on the beer tightened as you deepened the kiss, and he followed, grunting slightly, his hand moving to the back of your head, angling it a little. You mewled when his tongue licked at your lip, granting him access as it roamed your mouth, easily taking charge as your heart exploded within your chest. You hadn't been kissed like this before, the balance of gentle and domineering, making your knees weak. You were glad you were seated because otherwise, you'd be on the floor.

You don't know how long you were kissing, but the spell was broken as his phone rang, making him pull away abruptly, lips swollen and face red. It took everything in you to not go in for seconds as your mouth followed his. He didn't oblige you though, as he pulled away, resting his hand on your waist as he reached for his phone.

"It's my mom. I'm sorry," he apologized with a pout that did not help how you were feeling. Finding it hard to speak, you simply nodded as if in a daze. His wide, grateful smile made you turn to putty as he answered, only to frown. Quickly ending the call, he grabbed your face and kissed you again, hard but quick, taking your breath away.

"I have to go. I'm so sorry." He looked at you, his forehead pressed against yours, as you blinked. Standing up from the couch, you straightened your t-shirt, as you walked him to the door. He stopped in front of it, his arms around your waist as he pulled you into a hug, making you smile. You felt like a teenager who got to kiss their crush, it was bizarre. Pecking your lips a few times, he bid you goodbye, waving as he walked off, leaving his truck in your driveway.

Shutting the door, you giggled giddily, forgetting all about your earlier worries of maintaining a professional decorum, as your fingertips grazed your lips, still feeling the touch of his lips. That night he messaged you just once, and you reread the text over and over as you fell asleep.

Thanks for watching that stupid movie with me tonight. Can't wait to continue where we left off ;)

The next day you were extremely excited to go to work, changing your outfit multiple times before settling on a pretty pastel pink dress and leaving your apartment, noticing the truck was no longer in your driveway. Stopping by to grab a cup of coffee, you greeted Doris.

“Hi Doc! Happy last day to send Santa a letter!” she chirped as he poured your order. You shook your head in amusement. This was by far the weirdest aspect of this town. They were all so obsessed with Christmas, grown adults refusing to talk about how Santa doesn’t exist. It would be endearing, charming in a way if it weren’t for the fact that Bean There was the location where they collected these letters to Santa, and it was full of people scrambling to write. You would think it would be mostly kids, but you could spot Mr. Hernandez, a sixty year old retired lumberjack, scribbling away, as well as Molly, the recent college graduate. It seemed the town had no age limit when it came to believing in Christmas miracles.

“Doris, I don’t know what’s in the air here, but you guys know Santa isn’t real right?” you whispered, not wanting to incite a full out riot, like you accidentally did when you first moved and made the same comment. Either this town was very much into the spirit of things or you were just too late to catch up to the mass group hysteria everyone seemed to be a part of.

“Y/N! You just have to believe, hon. I’m telling you every year, whatever you write on those letters comes through. I mean you can’t ask Santa for love or anything but anything material comes! Always. How else do you explain that?” You frowned as she pushed your coffee towards you. Sure, you didn’t have a logical explanation for that but that doesn’t mean Santa was real. However, you were in a great mood this morning, looking forward to seeing Seokjin, and so you acquiesced to Doris when she waved a piece of paper, writing the first thing that came to your head which was a snowglobe, since the shelves behind the counter was lined with about a thousand. You could use a cute one to put on your desk, if Santa was in fact real.

When you walked into the hospital, coffee in hand and pep in your step, you looked around for the familiar mop of dark hair, half expecting a ho ho ho, or some cheerful Christmas pun Seokjin usually pulled out in the morning, but you were met with an empty lobby. Even his office was empty. It was odd. He was usually the first one in after you.

Walking into your office you felt your earlier excitement twist into nerves. What if he regretted last night? What if he thought you were unprofessional? But he had texted you, surely he couldn’t regret it too much, could he? Oh! He was so drunk last night. He probably regrets it and now finds it awkward to be around you. Technically he was your subordinate, so were you now one of those creepy bosses they show on television? Inviting your employees to your house to get them drunk and make them kiss you? This was bad. Your thoughts raced through your mind as you tried to focus on today’s schedule in front of you, before, thankfully, Jenny broke through them.

“Hey Y/N. I’ll be taking over Seokjin’s workload while he’s on vacation. Is there anything in particular you need help with today? Otherwise I’m just gonna follow the notes he left behind.”

“Vacation?” you stammered, clearing your throat and taking another sip of your drink.

“Yeah. He takes the ten days before Christmas off every year. Something about a family obligation.” She shrugged.

“Oh. He didn’t tell me.” You tried your best to not sound disappointed.

“It’s been on the calendar for years, doc.” Jenny chuckled as she walked out of your office, leaving you confused as you went to check the employee calendar and lo and behold, there it was ‘Kim Seokjin on vacation’, staring at you. You were annoyed. You expected at least some notice. Did he think he could just kiss you and then go off to wherever he was. Fuming, you opened your phone to text him.

So when were you going to tell me you were away for the rest of the month?

You waited a few minutes, staring at the screen, but when the message still showed unread you gave up and did what you do best when people piss you off. You worked. And you continued working for the whole week, till you were fed up with Seokjin. He had seemed so caring and then to ghost you out of nowhere? Sure, you can expect that perhaps his vacation slipped his mind, but did he suddenly lose his fingers? He couldn’t do you the courtesy of sending a text when you had left on what you thought were nothing but good terms? “Continue where we left off”, your ass.

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It was two days to Christmas and you were bored. You parents had decided that since you were away, they were going to go on a cruise. Sick of scrolling endlessly through social media, envying your friends, you decided to take a walk to the only place open 24 hours in this town, the diner. It was 2 am and you didn’t think you would see anyone other than Mark, the friendly twenty-year old whose family owned the place.

You were enjoying your plate of fries, and a milkshake when the little bell above the door grabbed your attention off your phone and in walked the last person you expected to see - Kim Seokjin. He was dressed casually as always, his black parka over a white hooded sweater and dark jeans. It didn’t seem like he noticed you, waltzing over to the register to order a coffee as he sat on a stool, waiting for the fresh pot to brew.

Seeing his face, made you stupidly angry. You knew rationally that he didn’t owe you anything, you were just friends. Friends who shared a pretty nice kiss, but you were friends, you had no claim over him, but you still found yourself fuming and getting up from your booth to march over to him.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you spoke in a normal volume, but Seokjin jumped high, his eyes widening as he put his hand on his chest, staring at you.

“Y/N! Um… what are you doing here so late?” He asked, his eyes shifting around, looking anywhere but at you.

“That’s all you have to say to me?” You crossed your arms, wanting answers.

“I can explain! I swear it is not what you think!” He jumped up from the stool, arms in front of him as he tried fruitlessly to calm you down.

“What is it, then? Did you lose your phone? Did you lose your head?” You scoffed, fully knowing that your comeback was far from witty, but you could barely think, indignation mapped onto your features.

“It’s not that… it’s just… I don’t know how to tell you. I don’t even know if I can.” He rubbed the back of his head, his ears turning red, as they usually did when he was embarrassed. Seeing his demeanour suddenly made the pieces click in your head. There was only one reason people ghosted each other. It was a rejection. You felt your face heat up at the realization, feeling like you were going to cry. Oh, this was bad. You couldn’t believe you were about to shed tears over a kiss. You needed to get out of here.

“No need. It’s okay. I’m a big girl. I can take a hint.” You said quickly, your voice seemingly calm given the situation as you zipped up your parka and walked out of the diner, ignoring his calls of your name. If he really needed to explain himself, he could have followed you, but you walked the ten minutes to your apartment alone, burying yourself under the covers once inside. You didn’t realize that unwittingly you had been thinking about your future with Seokjin, picturing dates and waking up together when all he had been doing was figuring out a way to gently let you down. You decided to let yourself feel the sting, dampening your pillow cases, finding that somehow this hurt more than what Jiho did. Who knew the kind, wholesome small town boy could hurt you worse than a cold lawyer from New York?

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Having no close friends yet in town and not wanting to burden the nice people who invited you to their homes, you decided to pretend that you were going to New York over the holidays. You stocked up on enough groceries to get you through the New Years and decided to hide out in your apartment. You spent your time cleaning your apartment, doing skincare, reading the latest medical journals, and binging the Crown on Netflix.

On Christmas morning, you decided to treat yourself for brunch, making an obscenely large stack of pancakes, piling it high with fruit and chocolate chips, and drowning it in maple syrup. Foregoing dressing up, you sat on your living room floor in your festive pajamas as you watched the political ongoing of the royal family, and enjoyed your sugar loaded creation. However, before you could truly dig into your pancakes, you were interrupted by a knock on the door.

You didn’t know who would be knocking at your door this early and on Christmas. You weren’t expecting anyone and everyone knew you were supposed to be out of town. Sighing you begrudgingly rise as the tempo of the knocks increased. Huffing you opened the door to be greeted by none other than Kim Seokjin, dressed in the ugliest Christmas sweater you had the misfortune of seeing and jeans, with a campy Santa hat atop his dark hair. The forest green Christmas sweater, adorned with a stuffed Rudolph and what seemed like real mistletoe, also apparently lit up, the twinkling red and green lights on it glowed in the morning sun as little flurries collected in Seokjin’s hair.

Regardless of the terrible wardrobe choice, you couldn’t deny the sudden pull you felt towards him, your heart skipping a beat at seeing him on your doorstep with a small box wrapped in shiny paper. However, you were nothing if not determined, so you schooled your initial wide eyed expression into a glare as you crossed your arms across your chest and leaned into the door frame.

“What are you doing here?”

“Came to give you your present.” Seokjin smiled as he brought the gift towards you, making you scoff and roll your eyes.

“Seokjin, I don’t want you or your presents.”

“Not gonna lie, that kind of hurts.” He scratches the back of his head nervously, sending his hat askew as he sways a little on his feet, unsure of how to proceed.

“Good,” you say as you move to close the door on his face. Not going to lie, you were pretty proud of your resolve. Before you could fully shut the door, Seokjin put his hand out to stop it, jumping a little when he saw the cold look in your eye. Stepping back sheepishly, he cleared his throat.

“Please Y/N. Just let me explain.”

“Go ahead.” Still holding the door half closed, you stared at him, your resolve melting as he seemingly shivered outside.

“Can I at least come in? It’s kind of cold.” You rolled your eyes again, and acquiesced. Not because you wanted to hear him or be near him, but because he looked kind of pitiful shaking in the cold in a sweater that didn’t seem built for the Alaskan winter. Stepping aside you let him in your hallway, leaning against the wall, your patience at an all time low. “Okay. So… um… how do I even start this?”

“Seokjin. Just say you don’t like me and go. It’s Christmas. The least you can do is be straightforward.” His stammering was infuriating. It made you want to kick him. However, as the words came out of your mouth, Seokjin looked shocked, his eyebrows disappearing beneath his bangs as his mouth flew open. It was a pretty funny sight, and if you were less angry you would’ve chuckled.

“Why do you think I don’t like you? What?”

“Hmm… Let’s see you got drunk, you kissed me and then you disappeared! Like poof!” You gestured in the air with your hand, trying to make the point more apparent.

“Well that’s what I am trying to explain!” And now he was gesturing, his hand with the box rising in the air.

“Oh my god,” you groaned.

“Just open this. It will help start my explanation.” He took your hand in his and placed the box on top of it. You eyed him suspiciously as you began to unwrap the iridescent paper. Inside the box was a snowglobe, the scene inside showing a field full of flowers with a small truck with two people on the hood. When you shook it, it came alive with glitter and tiny styrofoam flurries. It was very cute and very reminiscent of the night Seokjin and you first became friends. You loved it, but it wouldn’t be you if you weren’t petty enough to hide your true emotions to look at him with disdain.

“A snowglobe? Okay? So?”

“Don’t you wanna know how I knew you wanted this?” He spoke slow, his words and spaced out as he frowned at your scowl.

“I didn’t want this?” You matched his slow pace, enunciating each word as you raised an eyebrow in question. Why did he think you would want a snowglobe of all things? I mean he knew what you really wanted was those cupcakes that Doris only made once a month, you had told him how much you adored them on more than one occasion. If he wanted to be all romantic he could have at least bribed her for some of those!

“But… you asked Santa for it!” he sputtered, jogging your memory to remind you of the throwaway wish you made in the letter to Santa a few days ago.

“So you steal mail now? That’s a federal offence, you know.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“No! No no no. I don’t steal mail. Unless it’s snail mail because it’s easy to catch.” He laughed at his own joke, but seeing your deadpan expression, he backpedaled, nervously running his hands through his hair again. “No? Okay, bad joke. But I didn’t steal it. You sent it to me! I’m Santa!” He was talking more with his hands than his words, waving them around in the air.

“Your excuse is that you’re Santa? How old do you think I am?” you scoffed, moving to push him out of the door, ignoring how solid his bicep felt under that ugly sweater. How was he not getting electrocuted by those stupid lights?

“No please don’t kick me out! I’m telling the truth!” Seokjin planted his feet in the ground turning around and looking at you with wide eyes, the cinnamon depths softening your anger as you sighed. This was so far fetched, the least you could do was hear him out. If nothing else, this would make a great story to share over drinks sometime.

“You have five minutes. And I’m eating my pancakes while you talk.” You let go of him as you walked into your living room, Seokjin close on your heels. You sat on the floor next to the coffee table and he followed suit, sitting much too close to comfort, his thigh grazing yours as he stared at your pile of sugar.

“Oh. Can I have some?” he asked, clearing his throat at your glare as you aggressively cut into a piece before stuffing your face. The nerve... “Sorry! Okay um… so did you think it was weird that the whole town just happened to believe in Santa?”

“I honestly was going to write a paper on mass hysteria, but yes.” You were much more interested now. You always did find the town's dedication to upholding the sanctity of Santa bizarre.

“Well, that’s because for almost a hundred years, people in this town have been getting what they wanted for Christmas, without fail.”

“Because you’re Santa?” You looked at him, waiting for him to explain only to be met with a soft smile as he nodded. His cheeks puffed up with his little smile and it took all of your willpower not to poke at them. Why did he have to be so cute when you were trying to be mad at him. Also, what grown man insists they're Santa? “So where are your elves? Is Rudolph just hiding in your truck?”

“I’ll have you know I’m an elf-made man!” He joked, his pun making you lose control as you let out a light laugh before remembering you were supposed to be mad and trying to hold a neutral expression. Seokjin, on the other hand, made no such effort, a wide grin adorning his features, making his eyes disappear beneath his squishy cheeks. “Hey got you to laugh! But no. No elves. Just me, well, and my family. It’s the family tradition I was talking about. For generations the Kims have been sending people in this town presents on Christmas in secret.”

“Wait how do you even afford this?” This made no sense. How was he buying these expensive presents, and also Santa was Korean? How did his family even hide this for so long? Why were these town people naive enough to believe this? How did he do deliveries? Did he work with Amazon? You had so many questions!

“Um… I’m kind of rich?” he replied sheepishly.

“Kind of? You give 2,000 presents a year!” Your pancakes were forgotten as you swiveled around to face him, your knees touching his thigh, momentarily distracting him as his eyes dropped to where you touched him, before following suit and facing you. The two of you sat cross-legged across from each other as he started what may have been the most useless and longest rant he embarked on since entering your home, talking animatedly as always.

“Yeah… but that’s not the point! The point is the days leading up to Christmas are really hard and this year I had to figure out how to make the drones work and this kid wanted an exact replica of Han Solo’s gun and those are really hard to find and then Mr. Hernadez decided he wanted a rare Amazonian flower. Like where am I supposed to find a flower in December?! And don’t get me started on Doris she-”

“Seokjin. Relax. So you ghosted me because you’re Santa?” You placed your hands on his knees to get him to calm down as his face seemed so red from his rant you were worried you would have to resuscitate him if he didn't take a breath soon. He calmed down exponentially, taking a deep breath and locking his eyes with yours.

“Yeah, and I couldn’t tell you and if I did tell you, you wouldn’t believe me till today anyway. And just… I’m sorry.” He sighed, placing his hand on top of yours on his knee as he held eye contact, and it seemed like you may forever get lost in his irises. He looked at you with such a sorrowful expression, that you weren't sure if the pout of his lips was exaggerated for effect or if it came naturally to him.

“I don’t know what to say… I kind of have regrets” You bit your lip as you gazed back at him with mischief.

“You do? I… I’m sorry. I didn’t even think about the fact that you might not like me back. Oh. I’m an idiot. Okay. I will see you at work. Happy holidays!” He spoke in flurried words as he tried to stand up before you stopped him mid-rise.

“Seokjin wait! That’s not the regret.” You were quick to stop him as he sank back down, a confused look on his face.

“It’s not?”

“No. I regret only asking Santa for a snowglobe! I should’ve asked for a car!” you chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

“Oh sure! What kind? I can get you a car.” He did not miss a beat before picking up his phone and scrolling through what you could only imagine being his gift list. Wait, were the Kims part of the mafia? You really should ask him where he gets all this money from someday. Nurses get paid pretty terribly, so it's definitely not that.

“Seokjin. I was kidding!”

“Oh. I knew that.” He put his phone down as he looked at you, blinking slowly a few times.

“So you like me.” You ask, leaning in slightly with a smirk.

“Yes.” He answered resoundingly, a determined look on his face as he leaned in as well. The two of you only a hair breadth apart.

“Are you going to kiss me again?” You whisper, not wanting to break the sudden shift in the atmosphere, as you looked at his plush lips, before meeting his gaze.

“Do you want me to kiss you again?” His voice was lower, a little strained as he looked at you, his eyes jumping from each feature before settling on your lips.

“Yes.”

“Then come sit in Santa’s lap.” He leaned back, patting his lap with a smirk, making you blanch as you pull a disgusted face.

“Okay. I changed my mind.” You leaned back, before he came closer, his hands cupping your face.

“No no! Sorry! I just have always wanted to use Santa puns and you’re the only one outside of my family who knows and I don’t kn-” You cut off his rambling with a kiss, a soft, quick one on his lips that made his breath hitch. He recoiled a little in shock, staring at you before pulling your face to his and crashing your lips together.

This kiss was neither soft, nor short, but a flurry of emotions as you both tried to express what you couldn't in words. His lips were firm against yours as his hands moved down your body to pull you closer by the waist. A soft groan left his lips as you parted yours and he wasted no time starting to explore your mouth, his tongue meeting yours. His plush lips moulded against yours and you couldn’t help the moans that fell out of your mouth. You had missed his mouth against yours, the feeling as refreshing as the crisp sun after a blizzard. He tasted like coffee and you sucked at his tongue with fervour, eliciting a shocked moan from him as his hands left your waist to find your ass, gripping it harshly to pull you into his lap. You wasted no time straddling him, as you grind your core against him, making him groan. He bit your bottom lip as he pulled apart to catch his breath. Staring down at your heaving chest, he traced his hands on your hips, before breaking into a smirk. Gone was the rambling man from earlier, his eyes clouded with lust as he took you in. He leaned closer, his lips on your neck as he kissed from your collarbone peaking through your thin pajama top to your ear.

“Now that you’re finally in Santa’s lap, tell him what you want for Christmas.” He whispered, nipping at your earlobe. Wow, he really was not going to let this go. You groaned in annoyance, cupping his face to pull him away from your ear to face you, ignoring the pout on his face.

“For you to shut up.” You kissed him, tilting his head slightly to give you access, before he pulled away, shaking your hands off his face till they rested on his broad shoulders.

“Come on! Let me have this!” He whined, his pout bigger as he looked at you with puppy eyes. You chuckled at his antics, shaking your head as you leaned in for another kiss, missing the taste of his lips already. His hands moved from your hips to the hem of your shirt, slowly moving up under it, tracing over your ribs, just below the swell of your breasts, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Moaning gently, but not one to be outdone, you mirrored his movements, moving your hands down his built chest, feeling the soft material, and groaning in annoyance as you reached the stupid stuffed toy stitched to the centre. You reached the bottom of his sweater, but before you reached under it you pulled away, Seokjin chasing your lips.

“Will this dumb sweater shock me if I put my hands under it?” You huffed and played with the hem of his sweater as he smiled goofily, as if realizing he was wearing it for the first time. The goofy smile didn’t last for long as he moved his hands to cup your chest, massaging gently as he leaned in kissing your sternum, visible from the top button that had somehow loosened during your makeout.

“The only shock you’ll get is how loud you’ll be screaming my name when you cum.” He pulled on your nipples, making you mewl as you involuntarily arched your back, rolling your hips on his. You felt breathless, and you couldn’t believe his stupid wordplay was making you this wet.

“Big talk for someone whining about Christmas puns.” You moaned out as he tugged harder on your nipples in reprimand, his hands pushing against the fabric, as he bit the sensitive skin of your neck. Forgetting your earlier concerns, your hands go under his shirt, feeling his soft skin, the tiny hair on his abs tickling your fingertip, as you push the sweater as high it would go revealing his golden skin.

“Yule be sorry for doubting me.” He finally gives your sore nipples a rest, as his hands move to pull his sweater off, momentarily getting tangled up in, making you chuckle, which he mistakes for praise aimed at his puns, wiggling his eyebrows as he emerges from the monstrosity. If you weren’t so whipped for him, you would have made him leave. You didn’t know if this was a one off, if he really wanted things to progress or he just wanted sex but all thoughts fell out of your head as his lips reattached to your neck, his hands on your hips making you grind against him as the two of you made out like teenagers at prom.

“I will literally murder you if you make another pun.” You moaned out, losing yourself in his touch, his lips leaving behind blooms on your skin. If he kept moving your hips like this you were going to cum. You grabbed on to his hair as you moaned at the sensation your body lit as your clit grazed his length through the layers of clothing. Your legs shook as the feeling in your stomach tightened and Seokjin chuckled against your neck.

“Yeah murder me with that pussy.” You could feel his grin but all your annoyance was forgotten as you felt yourself let go, mewling his name, your orgasm washing over you in waves, your grip on his hair tightening.

He kissed you as you came down from your high, his erection solid against you as his tongue explored your mouth. When he pulled away he looked almost crazed, the lust in his half lidded gaze mirroring yours as his hands moved to your top, slowly unbuttoning it. “Fuck that was so hot. Let me unwrap you, baby.”

He wiggled his eyebrows again as he looked at you. How could this man be this sexy and this dorky was beyond you. Wanting to see him writhe over you, you started kissing his neck, moving to his chest, leaning him back as you inched closer to the waistband of his jeans.

“You first!” You exclaimed, wasting no time to unbutton his jeans as he sighed in relief, moving to remove them completely before you reached for his boxers. You were a little taken aback when his cock popped out. It was bigger than you thought, head red as a bead of precum glistened in the late morning sun pouring in from your windows. Your mouth watered at the sight and without thinking you licked up his length, his groans egging you on as you bent over him.

“Shit so perfect! So good to me,” he moaned out as you looked at him. His head lolled back as he leaned against his hands behind him, his wide chest rising heavily due to your ministrations. He let out a loud moan, resembling almost a whine, as you wrapped your mouth around his head, sucking softly. You loved that moan, wanted more of it as you took him deeper, his hand coming to rest on your hair. He panted loudly, his moans filling your room, your mind, as you gazed at him looking at you with awe. “This look soots you.”

He really had to make another dumbass joke, didn’t he? You pulled off his length, sitting back as your hand replaced your mouth, slowly stroking him as you scowled at him. God, you wanted him to beg you so bad.

“That better be suit with a u-i or I swear I’m not gonna let you cum.” You gripped him harder, twisting your wrist as your panties get wetter with power. He mewled a little, twitching in your hand as you grinned. His head lolled to the side and suddenly he looked at you, his eyes sparkling with challenge as your words finally processed in his mind.

Before you could react, he was on you. One hand gripping your wrist and other behind your head as he leaned you over till your back was on the cold hardwood floor and he hovered over you. He smirked at you before he leaned in to kiss you sloppily, making you lose all senses.

“Aw sweetheart, it’s cute you think you’re in charge.” He cooed, as his forearms trapped your head, his kisses becoming softer, reminiscent of the first time he kissed you a week ago. He took his time, his weight a comforting presence on top of you as you melted into the floor. He looked at you with adoration when you broke apart, his nose touching yours and a soft smile on his face.

“But seriously, Y/N. I didn’t come here for this. I want this so bad but I want to take you out, I want to hold your hand, drink a milkshake with two straws together. I don’t know! I wanna spoil you!” His voice was low, but his words were fast, like he just couldn’t hold them in any longer. You giggled in disbelief, caressing his back. This man really was going to be the death of you.

“Seokjin you’re naked and you want to hold my hand?” you chuckled as he nodded, his eyes glinting and smiling wide. He reached out to hold your hand, lacing his fingers with yours as he leaned in to kiss your cheek sweetly, an oddly saccharine contrast to the way he was devouring you moments ago.

“I mean I also want to rail you hard, but yeah I don’t want it to be just sex.” You felt your heart flutter at his words, your face heating up more than it already was and you leaned up to kiss him.

“Me neither.” Your grip on his hand tightened and his cock twitched against your thigh, bringing your lust back to the forefront of your mind as you kissed him again, much more hungrier this time. “So come on get on with it. Choo choo!”

He leaned away looking at you with wide eyed surprise before breaking into a shit eating grin.

“Was that a rail- fuck! You’re perfect!” He gushed as he kissed his way down your body, unbuttoning your shirt as he went. He lapped at your nipples, hardening them under his tongue as his hand pulled your pajama shorts off, your panties following quickly after. You wanted to throw another quick witted remark at him, but all thoughts disappeared at his sudden enthusiasm as his mouth made its way to your core. He began to kiss down your slit, light feathery kisses that had you desperate for more, mewling as he continued.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long, it’s really taken a mistletoe-ll on me.” He grinned, his breath warm against your folds. Your retort was forgotten when he slid his tongue inside you, flicking against your sensitive walls before he was sucking at your clit. The pleasure was unbearable and you shook under him, thanking yourself for forgoing carpeting the floors. He put his arm over your hips to hold you down as you chanted his name. You were dripping, your heart beating loudly in your chest as he ate you like a man starved, pushing you closer and closer to your high. You walls clenched around his tongue as you moaned louder, your hands in his hair, pulling him closer.

“I’m so close!” you whined expecting Seokjin to speed up to guide you through your high. He, however, slowed down, the pressure in your belly ebbing slowly away as you whined his name. “Why did you stop?!”

“Tell me my puns are funny.” He looked up at you grinning as you yelped when two fingers entered you. His fingers curled inside you making your back arch as you moaned his name. “Come on admit it, Dr. Y/L/N”

“No… they’re… stupid...” you breathed out as his pace increased and decreased keeping you firmly on the edge, your walls fluttering, your eyes squeezed shut as you refused to beg. He kept up his taunting till you thought you would lose your mind, every nerve in your body on fire as your legs quivered. He was insane! Not being able to take it anymore, you conceded. “Fuck… please! Please Seokjin! Your puns are hilarious. I give! Please…”

“Good girl. Knew you were on the nice list.” he exclaimed as his mouth latched on to your clit and before you knew it you were screaming, your body shaking as you had one of the most powerful orgasms of your life, your arousal gushing out of you as Seokjin gleefully lapped it up. You felt a buzzing in your ears, your vision spotty as he coaxed you slowly through your high.

Seokjin kissed his way up your trembling body, and slotting his mouth against yours, he caressed your sides as you tried to catch your breath. When you opened your eyes he was smiling at you, lying next to you on the floor.

“Told you not to doubt me, baby,” he said lowly as his nose bumped yours gently.

“No pun this time?”

“I was gonna say mistletoe-ld but I already used that one.” He grinned.

“Oh my god,” you groaned, facepalming. “Why do I still want to fuck you?”

“Because I’m a sex god.” He wiggled his eyebrows. You stood up, a little shakily, at his comment, looking down at his alarmed face before walking away to your bedroom. Before you reached the door, you looked back at him. Seokjin was still in the same position, looking at you dumbfounded, probably wondering what he did wrong. You rolled your eyes at him as you gestured towards your room.

“Come on Santa, don’t you wanna climb up my chimney?” You laughed at the speed he stood up, his hard erection bouncing funnily as he ran towards you with a dopey smile, placing his arms around you in a back hug as you walked into your room.

“Stop being funny or I’ll fall in love with you,” he whined, rutting against you petulantly, making you giggle. You guided him to your bed, making him sit with his back to the headboard as you grabbed a condom from your bedside table, stroking him to gently roll it over his length. His breath hitched as you climbed over him, your knees on the bed next to his thighs. Seemingly unable to wait anymore, he put his arms around your waist, pulling you into a hungry kiss, a flurry of tongue and teeth.

You rise, your hands on his shoulders as you slowly descend on his, his girth a soothing pain as your walls stretch around him. The two of you moan into each other’s mouths as you stare at each other, face red and eyes blown from lust. For the first time, there was silence between the two of you, your staredown intense as you slowly started riding him. It felt delicious and it took all of your strength not to close your eyes in pleasure.

Your pace increased as Seokjin’s hands were placed firmly on your hips, pulling your hips higher so he could thrust into you. You kissed him at that, no longer able to take his intense stare and he groaned, increasing his speed. His cock rammed into you and you saw stars, clinging on his shoulders as waves of pleasure flowed through you. He kisses and bites your neck, his lips leaving blooms of petals in their trail, as his movements become sloppy.

He leans back a little, grabbing your hand to guide it to your clit, rubbing your fingers on it. The added friction to your bud paired with his wild thrusts has you coming undone in seconds. Your toes curl as his name stretches around your moan and you still in his arms, your vision hazy. He cums shortly after, thrusting in you a few times chanting your name before falling lax against the headboard, pulling you against him.

The two of you sat there for a while, till he softened enough to slip out of you, the feeling sending shudders through the two of you. Placing a hand on your chin, he brought your lips to his, before looking at you with a soft smile, his eyes sparkling.

“So… Merry Christmas?” He shrugged making you giggle, as you rolled off him and sat next to him.

“Who knew I’d be a ho ho ho for Santa?” Seokjin laughed, clapping as he squealed with glee, before calming down enough to put his arms around you, cuddling you close, and grabbing one of your hands in his. He played with your fingers as he smiled.

“I’m sorry I ghosted you. I promise I’ll never do that again.” He kissed your temple, tightening his arms around you.

“It’s okay. You made up for it.”

The two of you spend Christmas morning together. You made more pancakes, dressed in only his horrendous sweater as he belted out Mariah Carey in his underwear. Your heart swelled when he placed gentle kisses on your shoulder as the two of you swayed to the music, barefoot on the kitchen floor. You knew you made the right decision when you moved to Alaska, it just took you this moment to realize how right.

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Life’s Lessons - Part 10

Title: Life’s Lessons - A Lesson in Love and Hope

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Female!Teacher!Reader

Other Characters: OFCs: Jill (Y/N’s sister), Evie and Mia (Y/N’s nieces), OMC: Brian (Y/N’s brother-in-law)

Word Count: 6,385 (notes in bold, thoughts, texts, song lyrics in italics).

Part Summary: As Christmas time approaches, Y/N and Dean are sad they can’t spend this time together as she goes home to New York for the holidays. However, their Christmas presents to each other prove that they have a future together.

Warnings: Slight angst, brief mention of reader’s exes, Dean’s self-deprecation rears its ugly head (slightly), Dean being sweet (yes, that’s a warning), Fluff (yes, it’s true, you read that correctly lol)

Music: It’s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas by Jason Manns (Y/N at the airport scene), Let It Snow by Bing Crosby (playing in the background of Y/N and her sister girl talk scene), Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas by Jensen Ackles and Jason Manns (Christmas Eve scenes)

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A/N: It’s a Christmas chapter! Yay! Great timing as it’s the first day of the holiday season! Thank you to everyone who has been reading and loving this series. I never thought it would get as much love as it has, and I’m so grateful to every single one of you! There’s only 5 parts and an epilogue left after this, I can’t believe we’re almost at the end, but there’s still quite a bit of story to tell. I’m so excited for you guys to see what happens! Happy reading and enjoy! :)

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Y/N smiled as she watched the kids rushing out the front doors of the school. It was officially the end of the day and the start of the holidays. She pulled her coat a little tighter around herself, as she called out to some students to be careful on the sidewalk, as it had snowed overnight. It was December 22nd, and school had let out early. In a few short hours, she was flying out to New York to spend the holidays with her family. She was nervous about the weather and was praying that her flight wouldn’t be grounded. She was also nervous to be headed home but considering Ethan had made the permanent move to L.A. she doubted he would be there.

She went back into the school and quickly packed up her things. She said goodbye to all the teachers and to Chuck and walked out with Cas and Charlie.

“Alright, here” Charlie said, as she handed her a small present in the parking lot.

“Oh Charlie, thank you” Y/N smiled, as she took it and handed one over to her as well. Y/N opened the gift, smiling as she saw the earrings she wanted during a time when she and Charlie had gone shopping, but didn’t buy.

Charlie hugged her after opening hers, a beautiful scarf that had her favorite colors.

Cas and Y/N exchanged gifts too, a new tie, white with little books on it for him because “blue may be your color, but you can branch out” and a leather-bound journal for her.

“Merry Christmas” all three of them hugged and called out to each other before they drove home.

Y/N hurried to get home as she still had a few more things to pack before she left in the evening. She had messaged Mark a few days after the incident with him, telling him that it was really over and to never call her, ever again. So far, it seemed like he had gotten the message, having not tried to contact her at all in the last few weeks. She was incredibly thankful for that. She was also thankful that in that time, she and Dean had been hanging out a lot, too. It was all very innocent and simple, just watching movies and making dinner together, or ordering take-out if they didn’t feel like cooking, after they both finished work. After that first night when they slept in her bed, they hadn’t done more than that. She was beginning to wonder when Dean would ask her out, and whether she should just ask him. Though she knew that maybe they just needed a little more time.

When she got home, she unzipped her boots and walked around in socked feet. She picked her suitcase which was half packed already and put it on the bed. She started putting some clothes and shoes and other items that she would need, including a few last-minute presents for her nieces.

Once she was finally finished packing, Y/N got changed into the clothes she’d be wearing to travel. A loose, grey, high-neck sweater and dark grey scarf, black pants and her grey coat, and white sneakers to make it easier on her feet in the airport. She had her carry-on and check-in bags ready by the door, needing both for this trip as she had to carry so many presents with her. She couldn’t wait to see her family after so many months away from them.

Dean shrugged on a thicker plaid shirt, wrapped a scarf around his neck and then his brown leather jacket. He picked up the rectangle shaped present he had wrapped horribly (he had never been good at that) and opened the front door, leaving the house and closing it.

He walked down the porch steps and across the path in his front yard, where he had cleared the snow off to the sides. He walked across the street and down the path of Y/N’s yard, which he had cleared for her, walking up her porch steps. He stood in front of the door and let out a big breath, pushing the doorbell. He had her present in his hand and he wanted to give it to her at that very moment. He had enlisted Dorothy’s help in finding it for Y/N, after an idea popped into his head and he couldn’t get rid of it. Considering Dorothy had connections, she had managed to get him a decent price on it; it was expensive but at least it didn’t cost him an absolute fortune once she haggled the price down.

The door opened, and Y/N was shocked to see Dean standing there. She stood at the threshold and admired how adorable he looked all rugged up to protect himself from the cold.

“Hi” she smiled, softly.

“Hi” he smirked, walking in when she stepped aside. “You leaving soon?”

“Yeah, my cab should be here any minute” she said, shutting the door.

Dean nodded, as he handed the present over to her. “Here.”

“Oh, Dean” she smiled at him, as she took it from him. “I was going to leave yours at your door, but-” she stopped herself as she tucked the present under her arm, gesturing for him to wait and walked into her office.

Dean watched as she came back, carrying a large, thin, rectangular shape wrapped up in silver wrapping and a giant red ribbon, tied into a bow.

“This is for you” she smiled, handing it over to him. “But you can’t open it until midnight, after Christmas Eve is over.”

“Okay. Wow. Thanks” he said, looking over it and wondering what the hell it was. “You can’t open yours till then, either.”

“New York’s an hour ahead” she laughed.

“Doesn’t matter. We both open them on our midnight. Deal?” he asked, smirking.

“Deal” she nodded, with a smile.

“So… New York. I’m glad you’ll get to see your folks for the holidays” he said, his smirk fading away knowing that she’d be so far away. He was happy for her, though. She deserved to see her family after so many months away.

“I can’t wait” she beamed. “Just to see them all, hug and cuddle my little nieces, soak up the holiday spirit.”

“That’s great.” He smirked. Seeing her love for her family made him positive that his own would love her, and she would love them.

He looked down at the present in her hand and smirked. He really hoped that it would let her know what he felt for her. Y/N looked at the present she got him and hoped that he’d like it. It was something for his new building where he was going to have the restoration garage. It would look amazing in his office, there.

A car horn honking pulled them out of their thoughts, and Y/N glanced down at her watch. She looked up at him smiling brightly.

“Merry Christmas, Dean” she said.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N” he smirked.

She moved in and wrapped her arms around his neck. His automatically came around her waist, pulling her into the hug. They held each other for a moment, basking in each other’s touch, their eyes closed. They jumped apart as the car horn sounded again.

Y/N laughed as she gathered her things. “I’ll see you when I get back.”

“Yeah” he agreed. “Here, let me help.”

Dean placed his huge present outside on the porch as Y/N walked out and closed the door to her house, locking it securely. Dean walked down the porch steps, with her check-in suitcase, putting it in the trunk of the cab. Y/N walked down and opened the door to the backseat, as Dean took her carry-on and put that in the trunk as well. She waited for a moment, as Dean walked over to her after closing the trunk. She really wished she could stay back and spend time with him, but she had to see her family. She was really looking forward to it, but she couldn’t help but feel sad that she wouldn’t be with Dean.

He looked down at her, looking as beautiful as the day he first saw her. He hated that he wouldn’t get to see her over Christmas and New Years’, wishing that she could stay back, and they could spend the holidays together. He wished he could see the look on her face when she opened the present from him, but he would have to settle for hearing whether she liked it or not. He was really going to miss her. Kiss her! He thought to himself as he continued to look at her. Before he could think twice, he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers, softly.

It didn’t take long for it to deepen, as Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck. She smiled into the kiss, as he pulled her closer, their lips moving against each other’s. They were finally in each other’s arms again. There was so much behind the kiss; a promise of more to come, a promise of their future together, a promise of things being better for both of them. Y/N was the one to pull away, regretfully, but she had a plane to catch. “I really have to go” she said, frowning as she looked up at him. “But um… it’s about time you did that” she said, biting her lip.

Dean groaned when he saw her do that. “Don’t, sweetheart, or I won’t let you get on that plane.”

She laughed as she stopped. “Bye.” She leaned in and pecked his lips.

“Bye” he said, returning her smile.

With one last glance at him, she got into the cab. Dean watched it drive away with a smile on his face. He suddenly couldn’t wait to see her again.

Y/N eyes scanned over the crowds at the airport, trying to spot her dad. She had shoved her way through baggage claim and picked up her check-in and was now trying to find her father through the throngs of people embracing each other, excited to get their holiday celebrations underway. By the time they had a quick lay-over in Atlanta and flew into New York, it was 8.30pm, which was the scheduled time, and she was incredibly thankful to whatever higher power there was that got her there. It was still a 2-hour drive to Rhinebeck, and her family would most likely be sleeping by the time she got home, but at least she’d see them properly in the morning.

As the crowd around her cleared, she spotted her father and beamed as he saw her too, waving frantically. She rushed over to him and launched herself into his arms, hugging him tightly. She felt tears prick her eyes as she laughed, happy to finally see him again.

“Oh sweetie, let me look at you” he said, pulling away from the hug and holding her at arms’ length. “You look different.” He eyed her, his brows knitted together.

“I’m still the same me, dad” she shrugged, laughing slightly.

“It’s so good to see you” he smiled, his eyes glistening. “Come on, let’s go.”

As they walked out of the airport, a bearded man with glasses was jamming “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas” on his guitar. His case was open in front of him, and Y/N quickly walked over, dropping a 20-dollar bill in.

“Thanks” he smiled. “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas!” she called back and then hurried over to her dad, who was wheeling her bags to the parking lot. She smiled as she walked beside him; Christmas was her favorite holiday, and it was already off to a great start.

The drive back home was filled with Y/N catching up on everything she had missed. Her dad told her that her mom was going crazy with excitement of her being there soon and was making sure everything was perfect. Y/N laughed; her mom didn’t need to do anything extra to make things special considering it always would be no matter what, but she wouldn’t be her mom if she didn’t.

When they arrived home, Y/N gasped as she saw the house decorated so beautifully. The lights and decorations on the house were as stunning as always, and she was glad she got to see them again. As they went in, Y/N laughed quietly to herself as saw her mother, fast asleep on one couch, and her brother-in-law asleep on the other. Her sister and the kids were most likely asleep upstairs.

“I’ll get them up, you go upstairs” her dad whispered. “Brian can carry that up.” He gestured to her large suitcase.

“Thanks, dad” she whispered, as she quietly walked up the stairs with her carry-on.

She walked to her old bedroom and flicked on the light. She laughed slightly as she saw it still hadn’t changed at all since before she left for college. All her Backstreet Boys and NSYNC posters were still up on one wall, her Led Zeppelin ones still up on the other. She really had an eclectic taste in music. She heard a soft knock on the door and turned, seeing her brother-in-law, Brian, walk in with her suitcase. She smiled as she walked over, hugging him tightly.

“Jill’s gonna freak in the morning. I tried waking her up but Evie’s practically sleeping on top of her” Brian said, laughing slightly.

“I’ll catch them in the morning” she said, folding her arms across her chest.

Brian nodded, smiling at her. “It’s good to have you home. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight” she said, watching him leave and shut the door behind him.

Y/N quickly got changed for bed and slipped under the covers. As she drifted off, she couldn’t wait to see everyone else in the morning.

It was great to be home.

“Auntie Y/N!” a little voice yelled as it barrelled through Y/N’s room and bounced up on the bed.

Y/N gasped and flinched as a little body flung itself over her. She relaxed when she realized where she was, and held her 5-year-old niece, Evie tighter.

“I’m so happy you’re here” she smiled down at Y/N.

“So am I, sweetie” Y/N smiled, rocking her side to side as she didn’t let go.

Y/N looked up at the door when she saw her sister standing against the doorframe, holding her 8-month-old niece, Mia on her hip.

“This one wants to say hi, too” Jill said, smiling.

Y/N got up from bed, Evie stuck to her leg as she walked over to her sister. She hugged her tight, feeling a few tears escape down her face.

“I missed you, so much” Y/N said, holding Jill tighter.

“I missed you too” Jill said, pulling away and smiling at her.

Y/N smiled as she saw the baby. She was so big now, having only been 4 months when she left for Lawrence. She reached for her, but little Mia scrunched her face up, squirming into her mother.

“This one needs to be fed, so you get cleaned up and come downstairs. Mom’s making breakfast” Jill said, kissing Y/N’s cheek and taking the girls out of the room.

Y/N quickly brushed her teeth and threw her robe on over her pyjamas. She raced down the stairs and into the kitchen, smiling when she saw her mom’s back as she stood at the stove.

“Mom” Y/N said, as she walked over.

Her mom turned around and nearly started crying on the spot. She rushed over and took Y/N in her arms, hugging her tight.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re here” her mom said to her as she pulled away, wiping her eyes.

“Me too” Y/N smiled.

“Alright, the pancakes are almost done. So, sit down and help yourself, and everyone else will down soon” her mom said, gesturing to the table that was already set.

“Can’t I help with something?” Y/N asked, frowning.

“No, you just got here, honey. Relax, we’ll put you to work tomorrow” her mom laughed, as she playfully shoved her towards the dining table.

Y/N laughed and shook her head as she walked over, licking her lips at the sight of the delicious breakfast.

After a great breakfast with her family, Y/N helped Evie decorate another gingerbread house, because the two she did with grandma yesterday weren’t enough. Jill sat with Mia on her lap, across from Y/N at the dining table, as Let It Snow played in the background through the house. Brian had gone back to their house to get some more bottles for the baby, and her parents had rushed out to deliver some homemade Christmas cake to their friends. So, Y/N was glad she and her sister were alone for a while, to have some proper girl talk.

“So…” Jill trailed off, as she distracted the baby with her toy, and tried to ice a piece of the gingerbread house with one hand. “How are things with Mark?”

Y/N smiled, sheepishly, feeling guilty she hadn’t told her sister yet. “Things are… over.”

“What?” Jill asked, wide eyes looking up at her.

Y/N shrugged, as she iced one part of the roof for the gingerbread house. “Things got a little… complicated.”

“Well, considering I only know whatever you told me up to the third date, I need the specifics” Jill said, shifting Mia when she started to fuss.

“I know, I’m sorry I haven’t talked to you in a while” Y/N frowned, looking up at her sister.

“It’s okay, Y/N. Don’t apologize. I mean, we’ve both been busy” Jill laughed slightly, gesturing her head between her two daughters.

Y/N looked at Evie sitting next to her and smiled, seeing her niece in full concentration as she decorated, her tongue sticking out.

“This one has to leave, though” Y/N said, looking at Evie and then Jill.

Jill nodded in understanding. “Evie, honey. Can you stop what you’re doing for a second?”

“What is it, mommy?” Evie asked, her big eyes looking at her mom.

“Can you make sure all the presents are kept neatly under the tree?” Jill asked her in return.

“Okay” she replied, simply, not understanding why she had to go but doing it anyway.

Once she was out of earshot, Jill turned to Y/N. “Okay. Spill.”

Y/N took the next few moments to tell Jill everything that had happened with Mark.

“Fuck” Jill remarked, not knowing what to say.

“Yeah” Y/N nodded.

A short pause fell between them as Jill thought about everything her sister just told her.

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Jill asked, her eyes teary.

“I didn’t want you guys to worry about me” Y/N replied, shaking her head. “And don’t tell mom and dad, they’d freak out. I’ll tell them myself at a later stage.”

Jill sighed, but nodded. “Okay.”

“Thank you” Y/N smiled, softly. She bit her lip, wondering if she should tell her sister about Dean too. Maybe it was too soon?

Jill tapped her fingers on the table as she watched her sister, her face looking like her brain was overloaded with thoughts.

“There’s something else” Jill said, knowingly. “Isn’t there?”

Y/N looked at her sister, tentatively. She wasn’t sure if she should say it or not.

Jill cocked her head to the side, a smile gracing her face as she understood. “Who is he?”

Y/N scoffed, impressed with her sister’s intuition.

She spent another couple of minutes telling Jill everything about Dean. She felt a smile tug at her lips as she talked about him. After everything she had been through in the past, and then with Mark, she thought for minute back there she’d never be able to think of dating someone again, but things were different with Dean.

“So… when you get back, what’s going to happen?” Jill asked, curious about what she was thinking of doing.

“I… don’t know, but… I know that he’s it now” Y/N replied, her smile growing.

Jill smiled. “I gotta say, I’ve never seen you like this. Yeah sure, you’ve been with a few guys, but this is different.”

“It feels different this time” Y/N nodded. “I don’t want to get my hopes up, but… it feels like this is it. And I know he’s some years older than me, but that doesn’t matter to me.”

Truth be told, men who were slightly older than her were a turn on for her. Plus, she had only ever been with guys her own age. Maybe it was time for a change.

In that moment, Y/N’s baby niece started to fuss in Jill’s lap.

“Oh, honey. You can’t be hungry, I just fed you” Jill said, frowning as she didn’t know what was wrong.

Y/N got up and walked over to their side of the table. She slowly picked up the baby and held her close, lightly bouncing her. Little Mia smiled and Jill smiled, too.

“She just needs a little lovin’ from her aunt” Y/N smiled, kissing her niece’s chubby cheek.

Jill admired her sister with the baby. “You look good like that.”

“Stop” Y/N laughed, shaking her head. She didn’t need those thoughts in her head at that moment. She had always loved children, and couldn’t wait to have her own, but she wondered if Dean was the one who she would have them with. Did he even want any?

The doorbell rang and interrupted them. Y/N gave little Mia back to Jill and walked to the front door. She screamed when she opened it and saw Katie smiling at her. The friends hugged tightly, laughing.

“I’m so glad you’re here!” Katie said, swaying them side to side.

“Me too” Y/N tearfully told her, letting go of her and letting her into the house. “You just missed girl talk, though.”

“Well, catch me up. I’m all ears” Katie said, walking into the house, taking off her coat.

Y/N laughed as she followed behind her, ready to divulge everything she told Jill to her best friend as well.

The next day brought a whirlwind of familial chaos, as Y/N’s family got everything ready for Christmas Eve dinner. Christmas carols were playing in the background, as her mom worked on the ham, her dad helped with all the sides and her sister was in charge of decorating the rest of the house, the table and setting it. Brian was keeping the kids entertained and Y/N was making pudding and few other treats for dessert.

It took all day, but they finally got everything ready and in time for dinner. As everyone got dressed and ready, Y/N took some time to admire the house. The lights were dimmed, the candles were lit, and everything was bathed in a beautiful glow. The lights on the tree were shining, and the fireplace crackled, adding to the ambience of the room. She was so glad to be here with her family and to spend this time with them.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,

Let your heart be light

From now on,

Our troubles will be out of sight

She quickly had a shower, and then got ready for dinner in a red, A-line dress, with sleeves that came to her mid-forearm. She pinned her Y/H/C hair into a bun, a few strands framing her face. She put on her nude heels and then went downstairs to join her family.

Dinner was absolutely divine, and her mom had outdone herself, yet again. Everything from the ham to the pudding for dessert was perfect, and everyone was absolutely stuffed by the end. They all relaxed on the couch and sang some carols, drank eggnog and enjoyed the fact that they were all together again. For the first time in a long time, Y/N had no fear about Ethan or Mark, or any of the other troubles she had had in the past. All she needed was her family and hoped that the man who she had fallen in love from the minute she saw him, would also be a permanent figure in her life.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,

Make the Yule-tide gay,

From now on,

Our troubles will be miles away

It was pretty much the same vibe over at the Winchesters.

Mary had assigned jobs for everyone, stating to the boys that they weren’t getting out of it just because they didn’t live at home anymore. She made Eileen and Sam come early as well as Dean, so that they could all do their assigned jobs.

Once everything was ready before dinner, everyone put on their ugly Christmas sweaters, a Winchester tradition that was something silly but fun. Bobby, Ellen and Jo arrived, and they all greeted each other. They sat around talking and laughing as they ate, and afterwards sat around on the couches, listening to carols while drinking eggnog. No one trusted Sam with it anymore, so it was Eileen’s job to mix it since she joined their family. Dean smiled as he looked around at his family, content for the first time in years.

Here we are as in olden days,

Happy golden days of yore

Loving friends who are dear to us,

Gather near to us once more

However, Dean was the first one to notice when Eileen wasn’t drinking any. He gestured to her and then signed “are you okay?”, which was just one of the things of what little he knew, but he was trying to get better at it. She nodded and then smiled at Sam. They had a small conversation between themselves, before Sam turned to everyone with a huge smile on his face.

“Well, now’s as good a time as any to tell you… we’re having a baby” he said, beaming. “Eileen’s 16 weeks in.”

Dean’s eyes widened but his smile grew as he got up, and hugged his brother first, Mary and Eileen hugging as Mary cried. Everyone hugged the expecting parents, before they all sat back down.

“Congratulations, guys” Dean said, as he returned to one side of the couch. “That’s awesome, seriously.”

Sam smiled as he kissed Eileen’s cheek. “Thanks, Dean.”

“Oh, I can’t wait for my first grandchild!” Mary exclaimed, as John kissed her head.

Dean’s mind wandered off as Eileen and Sam were talking about moving into a bigger place. Mary was listening intently, but Dean couldn’t focus on the conversation. He couldn’t have been happier for his little brother and sister-in-law. They were going to make great parents; he knew that to be the absolute truth. However, he couldn’t help but feel an unexpected sadness wash over him. He never thought of himself as the “having kids” type of guy, hell, he never pictured himself in a serious relationship. That was when he was younger though. As he got older, he realized he wanted those things, and even though he was happy for Sam, he felt a little jealous sometimes that his little brother would have all of that before he did.

The last year of his life had been a waste, as he tried to salvage a relationship with Lisa. He couldn’t help but think where he would be if he had broken up with her a year ago. Mostly likely with Y/N as soon as she got to Lawrence he thought as he tried to concentrate on the conversation his family was having. It was no use though, as his mind continued torment him with the possibilities that could’ve been, if he had just claimed his freedom sooner.

Dean silently excused himself and walked out to the back porch of his childhood home. He let out a long breath, seeing it cloud up in the cold. He sipped the eggnog, feeling the kick of the alcohol warm him up. He smiled sadly as he thought about Y/N, so far away from him, in New York with her own family. He wondered what she wanted from life and whether their wants would align, whether having a family was something she wanted or not. He really hoped so.

“Merry freakin’ Christmas” he mumbled to himself. He never had a problem with being alone, but as he got older it had started to become a fear for him. Maybe that was why it took so long to see the whole truth with Lisa.

“Sure is” he heard someone say behind him. He turned and saw his mom standing behind him.

“I’ll be back in soon, mom” he said, turning away from her.

“Actually” she started as she stood next to him and faced him. “I was thinking we could talk.”

“About?” he asked, staring down at his eggnog.

Mary was quiet for a moment before she spoke. “Who is she?”

Dean scoffed as he closed his eyes. Of course his mom had figured it out.

He opened his eyes and looked at her, his jaw clenched. “She’s… she’s the best person I’ve ever known and… I have no idea if I should do anything about this because honestly, she deserves more than me.”

“Isn’t that up to her?” Mary asked, knowingly. “If you’re spending so much time with her, and I know you have because I’ve hardly seen you over the last few weeks, then doesn’t that mean that she wants to give you a chance?”

Dean blinked a few times as he took in what Mary just said. “I guess.”

“Then all you have to is take the leap” Mary smiled.

Dean nodded slowly, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Yeah.”

Mary nodded. “Just know, you have to bring her here because we need to meet her.”

Dean groaned and laughed, shaking his head. “Great.”

Mary smiled, leaning over to kiss his cold cheek. “Come inside soon, it’s way too cold.”

“I will” he promised as he watched her go back in.

Dean smirked as he thought about how Y/N would actually fit in with his family. He knew he needed to muster up the courage and just ask her out. Let go of the fear that had developed because of everything that had happened with Lisa. Maybe it was too soon after, but the truth was, he didn’t want more time. He was ready to be happy.

Through the years

We all be together,

If the Fates allow

Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.

At midnight, Y/N and her family all wished each other a Merry Christmas, before they cleared everything up and each of them headed to bed. They would be up in several hours again, to open the presents anyway. As she went upstairs, there was one thing she needed to do before she headed to bed. Walking into her room, she shut the door and walked over to her carry-on bag. She opened it and found the present from Dean. She moved the bag back to the floor and then sat down on her bed, the present in her hand.

She laughed a little as she saw the envelope on it had her name but also “READ AFTER OPENING” in Dean’s all caps writing. She opened the wrapping, frowning when the thing was wrapped in brown paper as well. She unwrapped the brown paper, noticing that it was a very old but beautiful, hardcover book. She frowned again, but as she turned the book around and saw the spine, she gasped loudly.

In her hand, was an early edition of her favorite novel of all time, Jane Eyre. Y/N’s eyes widened as they started to well up with tears. She remembered telling him it was her favorite at dinner with him. It was yet another thing he remembered about her, the Led Zeppelin album being the first. She felt the tears rolling down her face as she opened the book, slowly flicking through it. She closed it and hugged it to her chest. She couldn’t believe he had done this for her.

She put the book in her lap and picked up the envelope, opening it and sliding the card out. Opening the card, she smiled through tears as she read his words.

Merry Christmas, sweetheart.

I hate that you’re not here with me, but I can’t wait until you’re back. There’s a lot that I wanna say, but I’ve never been good with words. So, I’m just gonna do my best.

I’ve never been surer of anything, than I am that you’re the greatest person that I’ll ever know. You’re beautiful, smart, strong as all hell, and have the kindest heart of anyone I know. I know how freaking lucky I am that you’re in my life.

I hope this present lets you know how much you mean to me. How much you’ll always mean to me.

Y/N, this is it for me. You’re it for me. I need you to know that.

Have an amazing time with your family and I’ll see you as soon as you get back.

Dean

She laughed through her tears, shaking her head. She had never been surer of anything either; that he was the greatest man she had ever known. That she was so madly in love with him, and she couldn’t wait to tell him that someday.

And have yourself a merry little Christmas

When it reached midnight in Kansas, Dean said a quick “Merry Christmas” to everyone, but everyone kept wondering why he was heading off so quickly.

“You know, you can just stay the night to open presents in the morning” Mary told him as she handed out warm cider to everybody.

“No, there’s uh… something I gotta do” Dean said, putting his jacket on.

“Something or… someone?” Jo asked, smiling suspiciously.

“Shut up, Jo” he groaned, glaring at her.

Jo laughed as she and Sam looked at each other.

“Seriously, what’s the rush, kid?” Bobby asked, curiously.

“Can a man not have a little time to himself anymore? Jeez” Dean grumbled, shaking his head.

“Alright, everyone leave him alone” Mary said, calming everyone down. “He’ll be back soon anyway.” She leaned in and kissed his cheek, patting his shoulder.

He would be back in several hours anyway to open presents with everyone, but at that moment he had to see what was awaiting him.

When he got home, he walked over to the big present from Y/N, resting against a wall in his living room. He chuckled as he looked over the size of it, wondering what the hell she had gotten him. He opened the large bow, letting it fall away. He dug his finger into the edge of the wrapping and ripped it open, at every side to see the present more clearly.

“Holy shit” he gasped as his mouth open in awe.

The present was a large black frame, with a black and white photo of his beloved Baby, shining away in the sun. It looked like his backyard in the background of it, and he had to wonder how she took this photo. On the corner of the frame was an envelope with his name written on it. He took it and opened it, smirking as he saw her handwriting.

Merry Christmas, Dean!

I took this photo for you to hang in your new office at the restoration site. There’s nothing better to convince the customers to bring their cars to you than a picture of Baby.

I’m so proud of you for everything you’re working towards. It’s going to bring so many amazing things your way; don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

I hope that the new year brings you everything you wish for, because if there’s anyone who deserves it, it’s you. You’ve been an amazing support to me, and I’ll never forget everything you’ve done for me. Ever.

I can’t wait to see you when I get back and just be near you again.

Y/N xx

He smirked as he read over the note a few times. She really was something else. He couldn’t believe that someone like her would want someone like him, but he knew how lucky he was that she was in his life.

And have yourself a merry little Christmas

He looked at the clock and saw that it was ten past midnight, which meant it was ten past 1am in New York. Y/N was probably asleep, but he really wanted to speak to her. He sent her a quick text, asking if she was awake. When he got a reply instantly that she was, he dialled her number. In New York, Y/N sat up instantly when her phone rang and picked it up.

“Hi” she said, smiling. “Dean, I… I don’t even know what to say.”

“Did I make the English teacher speechless?” he teased with a smirk on his face.

“Yes” she admitted. “Dean, it’s… thank you. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”

Dean smiled. “Well, it’s like I’ve said before, sweetheart. You don’t ever have to thank me.”

“Did you… did you mean it? What you said?” she asked. She already knew it was the truth, but she just needed to hear it. She just needed to know for certain.

“Yes” he replied. There was no pause. No hesitation.

Y/N felt tears welling up in her eyes all over again. “You’re… you’re it for me, too.”

Dean smiled, feeling like his heart would burst from her confession that she felt the same.

“Thanks for the photo. It’s so freaking awesome, Y/N” he smirked as he looked over at it.

“You’re welcome” she said, smiling. “But Dean, now our presents are totally uneven. This would’ve been so expensive-” she said as she picked the book, but Dean cut her off.

“Hey, no. It’s not about that, okay? I knew… I knew that I wanted you to have it. Plus, with Dorothy’s help it wasn’t too expensive, so we’re good” he reassured her.

“Okay” she said, nodding.

Dean looked up at the time and knew he should end the call. “I should let you go. Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas, Dean” she smiled as they both hung up the phone.

That morning, as they fell asleep for a few more hours before they had to wake up again, even with miles and miles between them, they fell asleep with dreams of each other. They fell into a peaceful slumber, knowing this was the start of something magical for both of them.

And have yourself a merry little Christmas now

-x-

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ineloqueent · 4 years ago

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a night in

Brian May x Fem!Reader

synopsis: your plans for christmas turn sour when you fall ill. but at least you’ve got Brian there with you.

warnings: swearing

word count: 2.2k

⭒

The end of December was approaching at a pace which could only be described as rapid, and christmas was lurking around the corner in a rather sinister manner, given that you had hardly got anything done in the weeks leading up to it, and were now facing the daunting task of wrapping presents, decorating the tree, and baking enough reserves of biscuits to last the presence of your sweet-toothed family.

It was the day before christmas, which really did not bode well for either you or your boyfriend. You both had yet to pack, having felt almost nothing but reluctance toward the idea of going to visit your family— you because your family, as much as you loved them, often drove you up the wall, and Brian because he had never met your family, and was nervous for the occasion to finally arise.

Typical Brian.

He worried about everything. It was quite sweet, really, the way he worried about your family not liking him, because Brian was just about the best thing ever to have happened to you, and with his humility and his kindness, his cleverness and his wit, you could not imagine anyone seriously disliking him.

Except for when he left. That made you quite upset with him. Especially on the mornings where he had to get up early, and left you alone in bed without a source of warmth.

But for this morning, at least, he still had yet to get up, despite the multitude of things on your combined to-do list.

Instead, the two of you lay intertwined with each other, soft breaths and soft skin and mouths.

Brian was warmth, and you pressed closer to him, tightening your grasp around his impossibly slim frame, breathing in the smell of his hair and his skin, strawberries turned musky with sleep, like Turkish delight offered on a wintry day— some semblance of a fairytale was interwoven with his curls, with the blushing pink of his lips, and the contrast between the two.

He shifted in your arms, a sigh falling from him the way that the first snow of the year always falls— peaceful, gentle, almost tentatively— the way he’d kissed you the first time.

You remembered it as though it were yesterday.

You’d been sitting beside him on the grass of Hyde Park, the lazy summer sun circling overhead, and you’d pushed your sunglasses up atop your head, and glanced over at Brian.

He’d smiled at you, and you’d sighed, lying back on the grass. Brian had followed suit, and the two of you had gazed up at the sky in tandem, watching the clouds turn about the sky like the whitewash of the sea, becoming and undoing themselves all at once, fluctuating between infinite numbers of shapes which appeared to your imagination as animals or plants, people and inanimate objects.

“This is how life should always be,” Brian had said.

You’d hummed in agreement. “No responsibilities, no schedules, just the sky and the world beneath it.”

“And you.”

“Me?” You had turned your head to face him, your fingers knotting in the grass as your pulse elevated by no intentions of its own.

“Mmm.” His curls had fluttered in the breeze as he’d nodded, his hazel eyes turning your legs to caramel beneath you. You were glad you were not standing.

“Brian?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

He’d opened his mouth as though to say something, but then seemed to have lost all ability to do so, and pressed his lips together.

Slowly— so slowly you thought he’d change his mind halfway and leave you lying motionless on the ground, unable to move for how closely Brian Harold May had been to kissing you— he raised himself to his elbows, and moved to hover above you.

His exhale touched your lips before his own did, and you shuddered involuntarily. Then, he leaned down to you, and overlapped your mouth with his, breathing into the kiss in a manner which set goosebumps prickling along every inch of your skin, scattered asunder the butterflies in your stomach till their wings tickled along every part of your body, like a sparkler catching flame.

Your hand slid to cover the nape of his neck, sinking into his ringlet curls as you pulled him to you and became nothingness beneath his touch, dissolving as his fingertips brushed your waist, his tongue your lower lip. And god— he was good at this.

A small sound escaped him, and you parted your lips and let your shoulders sink into the grass. You drew Brian with you, kissing him, kissing him, kissing him, so many times you thought you’d never stop, because you never wanted to be without this feeling again— this feeling of him.

You remembered that kiss this morning, as he wrinkled his nose in his sleep, and you traced your fingers from his temple to his jaw, before brushing over his sternum, and trailing down the centre of his chest—

His eyes flew open and he grasped your wrist, his breath coming sharp and short.

Your heart seized.

As though waking from a dream, he relaxed, a sigh scattering his curls briefly away from his face, before they fell back into his eyes. You smiled fondly at the sight, and Brian bit his lip shyly. He was still shy, shy at the affection offered to him, after all this time. Some part of him still doubted he was deserving; you could see it in the dip of his mouth, the downward flick of his eyes, and pink rising in his face.

“Hello,” he murmured.

“Hello, Brian,” you whispered back, and kissed his collarbone.

You lingered, and felt his breath against your forehead, the beat of his heart upon the place where your cheek had come to rest.

“Not getting out of bed today?”

“Uh-uh.”

He chuckled, the sound humming over your skin. “No visiting family, then?”

“You’re my family.”

“Oh, my love—”

“Shh, go back to sleep.”

Brian frowned. “As much as I hate the thought of getting out of bed right now, we really must, if we’re to catch that train.”

Nestling into him, you whined, “But you’re so warm…”

Brian’s frown deepened, a crease appearing between his eyes. “As are you,” he said.

Then at once, he pushed you away, sat up, and pulled you up with him. You blinked dazedly, as Brian shook his head. “God, you’re warm,” he muttered, and pressed the back of his palm against your forehead. His eyes widened suddenly, as both his hands came up to cradle your face. “Christ, love, I think you’ve got a fever.”

You blinked. “What?”

He shook his head again. “You’re ill.”

“But what about—”

“We are not going anywhere.”

“Christmas—”

Brian scoffed, “Absolutely bloody not.”

You fought for control of your mind, which seemed suddenly cloudy, in the wake of Brian’s realisation. “But I’ve bought presents, and baked biscuits, and I promised my mum—”

“There’s no such thing as late presents,” said Brian, “and the biscuits we’ll eat ourselves, and your mum will understand that you’re sick and not to leave your bed until you’re feeling better.”

You grew suddenly despairing at the thought of spending christmas in bed, with nothing to show for the wasted time, and you said desperately, “But Brian, I can’t not— what about— oh, I’ve ruined everything.”

You felt suddenly rather overwhelmed, fisting your hands in the sheets. He was right, that was for certain; you felt so very cold, though he insisted that you were warm, and yes— that was a sweat breaking out on your neck, tingles starting down your spine. And you were tired. So, so tired.

And then you were blushing, that Brian should have to see you like this— pathetic, weak, and not entirely pretty, at that— deal with you like this.

You ducked your head. “Please don’t feel obligated to stay here with me. I’m sure I can take care of it, be better in a few days’ time…”

“You, my love, are entirely ridiculous, if you think that I am going to leave you here for a single second, in this state.”

Your blush deepened at his words, but if Brian noticed, he said nothing.

“I don’t—”

“Shush,” said Brian, rising from your side, before pulling on the pair of trousers previously discarded by the bed. You pressed your lips together immediately at his insistence, and he swept around the side of the bed, kneeling by your side. “You’re going to stay right here whilst I make you a cup of tea and phone your mum, and then we’re going to do everything in our power to get you on the mend, yeah?”

You nodded silently, biting your lip. A distinct sense of shame still weighed upon you.

At your nod, Brian nodded as well, and stood.

You bowed your head and resigned yourself to a miserable christmas.

But then suddenly, Brian’s lips were at the shell of your ear.

“And just for the record,” he whispered, “you couldn’t ruin anything if you tried.”

His fingers brushed the nape of your neck before he dropped a kiss to your hair, and departed the bedroom for the kitchen.

⭒

The cup of chamomile tea had not gone down easily, but with thirty minutes of sipping the hot, warm, then lukewarm, liquid— and no small amount of coaxing from Brian— it was done.

He took your temperature after that, and grumbled disapprovingly, until he saw your downcast eyes, and stroked a hand over your head.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

Then he reached above the bed and drew the curtains shut, before undressing again and crawling back beneath the duvet and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you against his chest and kissing the curve of your neck.

“What can I do for you, love? Anything you need, just tell me.”

But all you really wanted was sleep. And Brian there with you.

“Just…” you started. “Just hold me.”

“I can do that,” Brian said. “I’m very good at that.”

And you slept through to dinnertime.

When you awoke, Brian was gone, but you could hear him singing in the kitchen, and a lovely smell wafted through the flat to your bedroom.

He returned with a bowl of soup, which he assured you was fresh, because he had just made it. He sat with you whilst you ate slowly, your movements still as lethargic as they had been in the morning. But he stayed by your side, eating his own soup as he kept you company, combing your hair with his fingers, clearing away your bowl when you eventually finished.

He then took your temperature again, tutting like a mother hen. He urged you take a shower to ease your aching muscles, and you complied, whilst he exchanged the sweat-matted sheets of your bed to clean ones. When you slipped back into bed, the cotton was cool against your skin, and your heart swelled with gratitude for Brian and his attentiveness.

You fell asleep quickly, and though you awoke throughout the night, Brian was always awake too, there to sing you back to sleep, or talk or read in comforting tones until you drifted off again.

But when you eyes opened christmas morning, Brian was nowhere to be found.

Until he was— sitting beside you on the bed, smiling softly.

He held out a mug to you, and involuntarily, you cringed.

He laughed. “It’s not chamomile tea, today,” he assured you, and you sighed in relief, because you had never particularly liked chamomile tea in the first place, and after the events of yesterday, there would be no redemption for it, ever.

“Hot chocolate, to celebrate,” he said. “Happy christmas, my love.”

Letting you take the offered cup, Brian clinked his own against yours.

“Happy christmas, Bri,” you responded, sleepily but happily, and he smiled again, and it warmed your heart to no end.

He blew on his hot chocolate before taking a delicate sip, and as you drank as well, you could not help but stare at him, at this beautiful being who, for presumably no reason at all, had chosen to love you.

“What?” he said, when he noticed you looking, and you chewed your lip.

“I really want to kiss you,” you answered.

Brian set down his cup on the bedside table, and leaned close to you.

“No,” you pushed him away gently, “I’ll get you sick.”

Brian rolled his eyes. “Oh, fuck it,” he muttered. “I love you.”

“I love you—”

He silenced you with a kiss, drawing you in with a breath, nipping lightly as your lower lip so that you all but melted into his arms.

And you kissed him and you kissed him, and in an infinite cycle, he kissed you, until the world fell away, its colours softening to sunset pastels. And you floated away, awash with the sort of love you had never thought possible, before you had met Brian.

#tina's writing #brian may x reader #fic

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phoenotopia · 4 years ago

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2020 December Update

I, sadly, have to announce we need to push the Steam release back ~one month. I'm expecting the latter half of January now.

There are enough translation groups that would barely finish in the nick of time. After which, we'd need a few days to check the text, and Steam would need another 3-5 business days to evaluate the completed title before it could be cleared for release. Add in the holiday shuffle and people needing time to relax with family (not me personally, but other people!) and it seems better for everyone's sanities if we push it back one month. The added time would let translators really review the script and make sure it's quality. Finally, we don't want to launch in a window where the gaming press is on break since that would guarantee we'd get no coverage.

So with all those factors considered, I decided it was best to delay. It's no substitute, but I will instead be releasing a PC demo of the first chapter. I'll aim to have that out by Dec 18th on the Steam Store page. If you're thinking about getting the game, please consider wish-listing it on steam. [STEAM LINK]

Good news?

Not too long ago, on Nov. 26th, the publisher I'm working with, Circle-Entertainment/FlyHigh works, released the game to Japan! The Japanese version is equivalent to US & EU's v.1.0.9, so I'm hoping it will be received more positively from the beginning.

I've also signed a second agreement with Circle-Entertainment where they'll bring the game to Xbox, Playstation, and maybe Mobile! It's a huge help for me since I didn't want to get bogged down, perpetually working on ports and maintenance. I'm hoping that soon after the release of the Steam version, I'll be full-on working on a new game project!

With the game slated to release on so many more platforms, the chances for the game to recoup expenses and maybe even be profitable has increased. I'm cautiously optimistic.

Flyhigh will also be providing a Simplified-Chinese translation of the game, so we can add that as an extra language to the Steam release as well - however, the Chinese translation of the game may be a few weeks later than the PC release since work on it started only recently.

Art Gallery Feature?

The next patch for Switch (and first release for Steam) will include languages and maybe a new Art Gallery!

I wasn't a fan of how miniscule the Badges/Achievements Menu felt. You do a thing and then you unlock a small trinket. So I've been toying with the idea of tying it to an art gallery for a long time. Here's a preview of how it could look:

Initially, I thought to fill the art gallery with fan art. This blog post was almost the announcement of an art contest!

However, after discussing it with team mates and the publisher, we decided it was better to fill the art gallery with official concept art and early pixel work instead since it could show a lot of interesting trivia and history behind the game's development. For example, Moonlight Ravine wasn't pink initially, there was almost snow in Mul Caves, and we considered having the bandit's leader be a man named Baine. There's a lot more stuff like that hidden in the concept art, so expect to have this exciting feature sometime in January.

Fan Art

While Fanart won't get to be in the game officially, it'll still be displayed prominently here on the Blog and the Facebook! Major thanks to the community and Pimez for making sure I see them!

(Art by Raphael Sampaio - also part of the Portuguese translation team)

(Art by beet4ppy)

(Art by UnrealWorld_32)

(Art by “A rat on discord”??)

(Art by horaceinkling)

(Art by ÆV)

(Art by Firanka)

(Art by Caseus)

(Art by Gamesing)

(Art by R_Contagio)

(Art by R_Contagio and Pimez)

(Art by Pimez)

(Art by MilesCPW)

Mmmm... That's some good fanart :)

Next update will be a small one, about ~2 weeks from now, to announce the Steam Demo’s release. Till next time!

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rangikuxmatsumoto · 4 years ago

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--winter song

It was nearly mid-December but the biting cold, the fury of flurries was no where to be found. They hadn’t trudged through snowstorms and snowbanks or awoken to snowcapped rooftops. The large pyres in division’s courtyards remained unlit, no fires burned in hearths for winter was nowhere in sight. For most, the extension of autumn was a welcomed change, there was no need for scarves and coats, hats, and gloves – no frostbitten fingertips, ears and noses during routine drills or patrols. But, for the captain of the Tenth, the lack of winter weather had placed him in a perpetual sour mood – more so than normal.

Autumn days dragged on as they went deeper into December, the majority hoped the unseasonably warm days would continue through the New Year, but they may not be so lucky. Overnight, dark, gray clouds heavily laden with snow rolled in, and with it a winter wind – biting and cold.

“—Taichou?” Rangiku’s blond head bobbed in through the open office door, finding it empty – it was unlike him to leave a stack of paperwork untouched, to abandon his desk in the middle of the day. A small huff escaped her as she walked towards her desk, tossing down a few reports she had hoped to pass off to her taichou when she caught an unusual sight out of the corner of her eye.

From the window she found her taichou, brooding in the courtyard. His turquoise gaze turned upward towards the clouds, brows furrowed – willing or silently commanding the heavens to break forth, to release the pent-up snowstorm. She could tell he was frustrated, annoyed even – he was more at ease during the winter months than any other time of the year, and this lack of his preferred climate was wearing on him.

“Hitsugaya-taichou, Matsumoto-fukutaichou?” Their third seat had interrupted her silent moment of thought, bowing quickly when he found her alone in their shared office. “—I have those reports…”

“Do we have any construction paper? In shades of blue and white?” Rangiku was quick to cut him off, her gaze never leaving Toshiro’s form out in the courtyard.

“—Um, maybe in one of the supply closets? I can look.” Their unassuming third seat had been taken back by the odd request.

“Could you? If we don’t, go buy some. And large sheets of white, like the rolls.” It was only then that her gaze out the window broke to level on her third seat officer. Before any odder requests came from his superior, he quickly bowed and went about the newest task at hand – finding…construction paper?

As he turned to scurry out the doorway, Hitsuagaya had appeared, abandoning the courtyard and his attempts at commanding the snow to fall.

“—Taichou,” Rangiku’s voice was cheerful, counterbalancing Hitsugaya’s sullen look as he gazed between his fukutaichou and his third seat.

“I assume you have those reports I requested,” his tone was icier than normal, if the clouds didn’t break forth with snow soon, she was almost certain his cold persona might create a personal blizzard.

“—I have them taichou,” Rangiku was quick to interject, all but dismissing their third seat from their presence – considering he had more pressing matters to handle – and besides, if anyone could sooth their taichou’s annoyance, it was her.

“Don’t you have work to do Matsumoto?” Hitsugaya practically snapped, the room’s temperature dropping a handful of degrees the longer he lingered in his sour state. She responded with a curt nod and a sneering smile, she would do her best to handle his scathing retorts for the time being – because if the plan she was formulating worked out, he’d be – dare she say it – apologetic and – maybe even, grateful to her? One could dream.

The two of them sat in icy silence as the day slowly ticked by. Rangiku would catch her taichou glancing out the window every so often, checking to see if those snow showers had started yet. A soft knock at their door alerted them both to the presence of someone outside their office.

“—Uh, Matsumoto-fukutaichou,” their third seat stammered, as Rangiku stood, throwing a glance back towards Hitsugaya but he seemed uninterested or uncaring at the moment – only annoyed by the interruption. A small huff escaped her as she stepped out, shutting the door behind her with a little more force than she intended.

“Were you able to get what I requested?” She asked in a hushed whisper, drawing him away from the door incase Toshiro had decided to listen to their conversation – he wasn’t normally an eavesdropper, but she could never be too sure.

“Yes. Is this enough?” He questioned, lifting the large stacks of blue hued construction paper. Her gaze shifted towards the items in his hands and the large rolls of white paper that were propped near their office door.

“It should do. Thank you. But I have one more favor to ask…” There was a sparkle in her gaze as she threw a look down the hall towards the office door. “Hold onto this until Hitsugaya-taichou leaves tonight, will you? Then, bring it into the office and hide it in the supply closet next to my desk. Understand?”

“Of course, Matsumoto-fukutaichou,” He wasn’t going to question her motives or whatever she had planned, but if she was trying to get away with something behind their taichou’s back – while he was in this sort of mood – the whole division might end up feeling his wrath.

Still, he followed her requested actions, after Hitsugaya-taichou had left the office for the day, he returned to place the items in the storage closet, only to find Rangiku still at her desk.

“Matsumoto-fukutaichou? I was sure you would have left already.”

“—I have some personal matters to tend to…” She replied, rooting through her desk drawer to retrieve a pair of scissors.

“Can I inquire what all this is for?” He questioned as she plucked a few sheets of baby blue paper from one of the stacks, taking great care to fold it corner to corner, then in half and then corner to corner again till it was a neat little triangle. Carefully, she began to cut away at the paper, a small circle in the center, intricate edges and small shaped.

“—I’m going to make it snow,” her pale gaze never lifted as she set the pair of scissors down and began unfolding the sheet of paper. From all her cutting, a paper snowflake had been created. “For the taichou’s birthday.”

She knew the explanation of her actions sounded odd, but if she managed to pull it off, she’d give Toshiro the one thing he wanted more than anything right – a winter landscape – just made out of paper. The rest of the Seireitei might not be covered in pillowy white snow, there’d be no icicles hanging off roofs, they wouldn’t need to bundle up in coats and wear hats, gloves and scarves but it was the thought that counted right?

Working well into the evening, Rangiku cut away at the construction paper, crafting all different sized and shaped snowflakes. From the rolls of white, she cut hills and snow mounds, enough to fill every inch of the walls of their office and even the fronts of their desks. She cut circles in all shapes and sizes, to stack as snowmen, anything to give their office the appearance of a winter scene.

It was late when she finally packed everything up, hiding it away in her desk drawers and in the storage closet. Turning off the lights and shutting the office door behind her, she pulled her coat tightly around her as she darted towards her apartment. The moon was full overhead, a halo of white encompassing it – a winter’s moon. She paused near her front door, gazing up to the dark clouds that still danced low in the sky, offering up a silent plea for them not to snow – not yet any way, to hold out a few more days so this surprise wouldn’t go to waste.

Mother Nature must have heard her plea for there was no snow the following morning. The ground was crisp with the true first frost, but still no flurries fluttering in the air. The day passed uneventfully, with only her taichou’s mood seemingly growing darker. The mornings were growing colder still, the frost lingering longer, and those storm clouds seemed to sink lower in the sky. Rangiku had taken special care to gather the last remaining items needed for her taichou’s birthday surprise – having to request a certain item from the World of the Living to add the final touches.

She almost couldn’t sleep the night before his birthday. Waking throughout the night to check to see if snow would be waiting for them in the morning. As dawn broke, she was up and out the door – she needed to prepare the office for her taichou’s birthday surprise. It was in her rush that she noticed a few flurries drifting down from the sky. “No…no, just a few more hours, that’s all I ask…” She whispered to the sky, pleading for a little more time.

Their office was dark yet, she had feared that perhaps her taichou would have arrived early to work on today of all days. Whenever he was in a foul mood, he normally threw himself into reports and paperwork as a distraction. In the silent office, she pushed couches to the side, moved their desks, shut window shutters. She covered the walls in the white paper cutouts, she built paper snowmen adorning them with a pink shall and teal scarf. She plastered snowflakes up the walls, on the ceiling, hanging some from string to allow them to flutter down. In a corner, she placed the item she had retrieved from the Human World, a projector of sorts that displayed snowflakes throughout the room. She heaped blankets on the floor, and warmed tea and cocoa. Flicking the overhead lights off, their office was transformed into a winter scape, the projector’s snow fall danced across the paper scene she had crafted. She had managed to finish in the nick-of-time, for she heard rapid heavy footsteps approaching.

Nature’s tease of snow this morning had clearly put Toshiro is an even worse mood, betrayed by the frozen heavens on his birthday of all days. The office door was thrown up with enough force that she feared he would pull it from the hinges. Rangiku turned then facing him, the projected snowfall, dancing over them both as she took in his expression. His seemingly permanently furrowed brows were lifted in surprise, his expression shifted before her eyes from sullen, to surprise, to peace.

“—Matsumoto…”

“Happy Birthday Taichou,” Rangiku uttered softly, taking a moment to marvel at her own handiwork. “I can’t make it snow for real, so I thought I’d bring the snow to you…”

She watched as he took in the sight before him, the rolling hills of snow she had created out of paper, their likenesses in snow people, the perpetual snow fall of snowflakes that hung from the ceiling and covered the walls. The lights though – they brought it all to life. He stopped surveying the room to approach her. It may have been the shadows or the dancing snowflakes, but she was certain she saw the faintest smile forming on his features.

“You did this all…for me?” He questioned, his eyes falling to the blanket on the floor.

“I did. I have tea or cocoa as well. I wanted to give you the true winter experience.”

“—Rangiku…”

“—Hitsugaya-taichou, Matsumoto-fukutaichou!” The door opened suddenly once more, their third seat standing there, fluffy white snowflakes lingered on his dark robes. He paused, realizing too late that he had entered without their permission and seemingly interrupted a – private moment – by mistake. “—It’s snowing…”

Rangiku shifted slightly, an exasperated sigh escaping her, “I told you what I was doing…”

“No, I mean it’s actually snowing…outside.”

Toshiro and Rangiku exchanged a look before leaving the indoor winter scape to find that it was in fact snowing. Large, fluffy white flurries were cascading down, sticking to the frozen ground, tree branches and roofs. The pathways and courtyards were quickly becoming blanketed in snow. Squad members who had been caught unaware were bolting to covered walkways, taking their best to shake off the flakes before they melted.

Rangiku felt a sudden brush of fingers against her fingertips, glancing down to see his fingers lightly intertwining her own. Her gaze raised taking in the profile of her taichou, his gaze once more turned upwards towards the clouds, a soft smile gracing his features – gone was the brooding, the sullen expression. He was truly at ease – and dare she say it – happy.

“—Thank you Rangiku…”

“You’re welcome, taichou.”

#drabble;#HitsuMatsu #Toshiro Hitsugaya #Rangiku Matsumoto #Tenth Division #drabble

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Dogcopter Appearance Masterlist

thank you to resources SU Wiki Dogcopter and Dogcopter/Gallery, and Steven Says wiki transcript searcher

This is just a list of Dogcopter appearances in SU, not analysis. One or two may surprise you!

Dogcopter episode appearances

Lars and the Cool Kids

Lion 2

Some people say ‘You can't teach an old dog new tricks’... Unless you're Dogcopter 3, in 3D! This February, the fur hits the fan!

Steven: Whoah, I can see why this is your favorite film franchise. Connie: That's right! In a world where humanity is pushed to the brink, it turns out that the one who is most human, is a dog! Copter. Steven: and did you see where that missile came out of? Connie: Heh, yeah. I just hope it stays faithful to the book.

Amethyst: Oh, that's easy! Who needs to go see movies when you’ve got magic?

Steven: I'm sorry! I ruined everything, didn't I? I don't know why you hang out with me. I mess stuff up all the time. Connie: I don't know why you hang out with me! I'm so much more less interesting than you! And obviously you have some sort of magical destiny. Why would you even care about something like Dogcopter? Steven: Why?! Because it's Dogcopter! He's a dog, and a helicopter, and a cop! He shoots missiles out of his butt, and he's gonna save the world! Dogcopter is very cool and important to me. Connie: Well, I'm no Dogcopter.

Keep Beach City Weird

Dogcopter 3 SUX April 23, 2014

I saw Dogcopter 3 in 3D tonight and all I have to say is WOOF!

First of all, it’s a huge mistake to turn the last Dogcopter book into THREE movies. Yes, the last book is over 900 pages, but there’s not enough story! And the 3D was completely unnecessary. If I wanted to see butt missiles flying at my face, I’d feed a dog some bottle rockets and put on a pair of safety goggles.

Dogcopter is supposed to be an uncompromising look at the military-industrial-pet complex, not “fun”! Fun is the worst.

Also, if you live in the Delmarva area - do not see it at the Beach City Cineplex. The parking lot is a mess! Probably from a bunch of angry Dogcopter fans rioting. Ugh, I’m going to see this 3 more times to make sure I hate it.

Tags: dogcopter 3 in 3D keep beach city weird kbcw

Lion 3

Dogcopter: I win. Steven: Oh, what? That was a good move! Dogcopter: Thanks. Steven: Dogcopter. How do you do it? Dogcopter: How do I do what? Steven: I mean, what's your secret? How'd you get so talented? Dogcopter: Don't focus so much on talent, Steven. Making art is all about communication. A piece of art is a conversation. Every choice you make, is a statement.

Continued under cut

Dogcopter: Don't worry about labels, or conforming to a standard. Just be true to yourself, and people will appreciate your honesty. Steven: Woah. Thanks for the advice. Dogcopter: And take a deep breath. Steven: What?

suworkbook wrote a brilliant piece of meta around this dream

Steven: Here again? I don't know what this place is but it feels... familiar. Why can't I breathe? Wait a minute... Lion! Lion, my face is not your bed! What's going on with you?

Chille Tid

Steven: Whoa. Dogcopter! Mr. Copter! Sir! I'm one of your biggest fans, can I please have your autograph? Dogcopter: (meows) Steven: Mr. Copter, please! Steven: Hey wait! Where are you going?! Steven: I hope the rumors about Dogcopter in the tabloids aren't true. Steven: Huh? Oh! Hey, Pearl! Steven: Wait! Don't eat me! Steven: Oh, man! Thanks for the upgrade, Pearl! Now I can catch up with Dog— Steven: Woah, Amethyst? Steven: Hmm... This is... getting really weird. Lapis: This is weird. Steven: Hey, that sounds a lot like— Lapis: Steven! Steven: Lapis Lazuli! Lapis: Steven, what are you doing in here?

Keep Beach City Weird

KEEP BEACH CITY SPOILER FREE January 04 2016

Hey weirdos! For the past few months, I’ve done something unprecedented - I’ve stayed off the internet.

It was hard but I had to do because I’ve been trying to stay SPOILER FREE for the movie event of the new millennium! This December was the revival of one of the most famous sci-fi franchises in the world. Yep, you know what I’m talking about: DOGCOPTER.

So for three months, I sequestered myself from all internet communications. I handed over my laptop and my phone to my little bro, Peedee, and ordered him to bury them in an undisclosed location in the deserts of New Mexico.

I think he just put them in the walk-in freezer at the fry shop.

I won’t lie, it was hard. But I calmed my nerves by reacquainting myself with the “Young Adult Conspiracy” section at my local library. And instead of getting in arguments with internet trolls, I got in real life arguments! With my dad!

And after months of avoiding and spoilers or teasers or trailers, I was in line for Dogcopter 4, and then some dummy walking out of the theater TOTALLY SPOILED EVERYTHING and was like, “I can’t believe that Dogcopter’s parents are actually cats.”

Ug! I hope you’ve seen the movie because that’s pretty much the big ending. Dogcopter dies defending the planet but then he comes back to life because he’s actually part cat and cats have 9 lives. Anyway, the movie was pretty much ruined. So now I’m back. Spoilers are the worst.

Tags: Keep Beach City Weird Dogcopter

Fun fact if you invert this poster and adjust the contrast a bit, some odd diagram in the back appears:

Steven’s Birthday

Amethyst: What are you doing? Steven: Well uh...What are YOU doing? Greg: What are YOU doing to your body? Amethyst: Woah, woah, woah, have you been stretching yourself out all day? Steven: No! I was just... slouching. Greg: Why are you doing this? It... really isn't like you. Steven: Because, Dad, I can't stay a kid forever, when Connie grows up and becomes president what is that gonna make me? First Boy!? Amethyst: Steven, you can't just keep stretching forever. If you hold it too long, you could really hurt yourself. Steven: Yeah well, I'm half human so maybe it works different for me, we'll just have to wait and see, right? Greg: Steven...

Connie: That one's... "Canis helicopterus". Steven: Uh-uh, "Helicopterus"? Connie: Yeah, Dogcopter, get it? Now you make one up! Steven: Okay, um, That one's, uh, snake constellation. Connie: That's... pretty good. Are you okay? It looks like you're gonna throw up. Steven: Oh yeah, everything's fine! Connie: Okay... that's good. You know, to be honest, I was a little worried before. This might sound silly, but I'm really glad that I'm going to get to grow up with you. Connie: ...Steven? Steven! What's going on? What happened? Connie: We were just talking then all of a sudden- Pearl: He turned back into a baby?! Connie: YES!

Keep Beach City Safe

DOGCOPTER 4: ALL DOGS GO TO WAR Jan 5 2016

Dogcopter 4 has finally been released! All Dogs Go to War!

I’ve been dying to see this movie for age, but I never had the time. I’ve been so busy with my blog and picking the perfect present for Steven. I’ve watched all the other Dogcopter Movies, but I haven’t had time to watch this one. But now I have a little free time to do something. After I watch it I won’t spoil it for the rest of you. I’m gonna be a Smart Spoiler and drop hints in my post for you guess. Only those who have watched it will notice the clues. Yep, watching it 9 times.

#Dogcopter 4 #Steven's Birthday Present #Dogcopter Movies #Smart Spoiler

Same Old World

Lapis: So, what does happen in Empire City? Steven: Well, let's see. If you lived here, you could get a cool apartment, and be a single Gem taking on the big city. You'll have a fun job at a local coffee shop and come home to a wacky roommate... Lapis: I have no idea what you're talking about. Steven: Awww.

Kiki’s Pizza Delivery Service

Steven: I'll take care of this! Kiki: Steven, be careful! Steven: Don't worry about me! Anything is possible when you have... rockets for bones! Kiki: Steven, that was so brave! Steven: Well, it's cheddar than nothing.

Steven: Oh, hey, Dogcopter. Dogcopter: (meows) Steven: See ya, dream Kiki! Kiki: Oh, okay. See you, dream Steven! Steven: Dream Steven!

Little Homeschool

Steven: Sadie's been touring with The Suspects, promoting their new album, and Connie has been getting a head start on college prep. She's two years away from applying, but she says it doesn't hurt to start early. Steven: And speaking of higher education, Garnet, Amethyst, Pearl and I have been cooking up a dream of our own! Cherry Quartz: I have no idea who you're talking about.

Snow Day

Amethyst: Guess what we've got lined up tonight. "Pupcopter's Sky-High Adventure"! Pearl: Sheet masks with cute animal faces! Garnet: And, most importantly, pizza. Steven: Uh, guys, I've been a vegetarian for, like, a month, and "Pupcopter" is for 6-year-olds, and I have my own skin care routine. Anyways, it's cool. I already ate. Amethyst: Oh well. We'll just watch the movie with Cat Steven. Garnet: My bad. I was sure we were in the pepperoni timeline.

In Dreams

Dogcopter: (flies away) Stefan: Noooo!

Together Forever

Lion: (roars) Connie: Huh? Steven: Hey, Connie! How you doin'? Connie: Steven? What are you doing here? Steven: You're gonna have a fifteen-minute break in...two minutes, right? Connie: Whoa! Spot on. Steven: Connie, let's go for a walk. I'm sure you could use some fresh air. Connie: I would love to! But um... Steven: No, no, no! Don't worry! We'll go with Lion, and I promise you'll be back in fifteen minutes! Connie: Okay! Let's do this!

Growing Pains

Drew: I know you're eager to chase the mail truck, Dogcopter. But the mail truck is a decoy. Good boys chase the blue car. Be a good boy, Dogcopter. Drew: Nice work, DC! Now get the bomb off the bridge! We're almost out of time! Drew: Dogcopter! No! Drew: Dogcopter, I can't lose you. Drew: Is this... what I think it is?

Announcer: Dogcopter 6: Till Death Do We Bark: I Now Pronounce You Man And Woof! Steven: Everyone's getting married but me! Ugh! I feel like poop.

#dogcopter #steven universe #steven universe meta #copter lore #rose is lion 2020 #kbcs lore #long post

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shes-an-oddbird · 4 years ago

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Christmas at River’s End Mall

Summary - A Christmas AU in which everyone navigates their seasonal jobs, relationships and Christmas spirit, or lack there of, through woven together tales inspired by holiday prompts.

Chapter 5 - Naughty and Nice

Summary - While on a delivery run, Bobbi contemplates why Hunter insists on earning holiday cash at the Christmas Tree Lot instead of taking a job at her coffee shop.

Prompt - Naughty and Nice Relationship - Huntingbird POV - Bobbi

“Kora, I’ll be back in thirty, okay?” Bobbi glances at Kora who is carefully testing the now working espresso machine. She twists the lever to dispense the coffee and it spurts angerly at her before filling the cup. She stares back at it terrified and Bobbi has to fight back her amusement “You gonna be okay?”

She turns quickly, smiling and nodding eagerly. “Yes, I’ll be fine.”

“Call if you need me.”

The machine spurts again. “Will do.”

Bobbi smiles and picks up her carriers of coffees and tea, places them on a pushcart and heads out of the shop. Mockingbird’s doesn’t usually make deliveries, but enough mall employees had gotten together and pleaded with her to send a coffee cart around during the hours they were too busy to get away. It had worked out well enough; bringing in extra income and tips certainly didn’t hurt this time of year. She had a long list of friends and family she wanted to get gifts for and unless some of them got bumped to the naughty list, she wasn’t going to be done in time. Something Jemma points out to her every time she delivers her tea.

“I have most of them, just a few more to go.”

If most was three and a few was something like twelve.

She runs into several shops and then drops by May’s office with the second cup of tea on her cart. May gratefully accepts it and Coulson who is sitting across from her at the desk pouts over his lack of beverage. “Daisy can show you how to get the app.” Bobbi waves good-bye and continues her route.

She swings by the North Pole with two large coffee cups, having promised Elena and Daisy the first batch once the espresso machine was back up and running. Elena practically meets her at the elevator but Daisy she has to hunt down amongst the crowd. She eventually finds her and several kids huddled around a table stacked high with envelops. Daniel, a new volunteer she’d met the other day at the coffee shop was with her, helping the kids write out their names. She’s not known him long but already he is one of her favorite customers. He took his coffee black, tipped well, and looked at Daisy with hearts in his eyes. They’d even had a long conversation about her Antique Espresso machine and he thinks he has a lead on where she could get the part she needed to get it running.

“What are you guys doing?” Bobbi asks cheerfully.

“Writing letters to Santa!” The kids answered in unison making her laugh.

“Yep, and in a few hours, we get to open them all back up and reply to them.” Daisy whispers to Bobbi as she takes her beverage. “Hey if you’re heading outside, tell Hunter to set aside a nice tree for me and Simmons, we haven’t gotten one yet.”

“Seriously, you guys usual have it up by the time the turkey’s out of the oven on thanksgiving.” Bobbi had known Daisy for years, ever since May signed her up for the Big Sis Little Sis program and they’d been paired together. Never once had December rolled around without a tree already up.

“Busy.” Is the only explanation she gives.

Bobbi waves it off and hurries out to the mall’s main entrance. Set up in a sectioned off portion of the parking lot is a white tent with a small forest spread out around it. The twinkling lights were just starting to become visible as the sun arced towards the hills in the late afternoon hour.

She couldn’t even begin to fathom why Hunter took a job at the Christmas tree farm. She offered him a spot at her shop if he needed extra holiday cash but he was adamantly against the proposition. It worried her, even if she tried not to let it. She thought they were in good place, the best they’d been since the divorce but maybe she was wrong.

She slips into the tent, dunking under the low hanging lights. Hunter is just checking out a family and she waits patiently while he helps them load it into their truck.

“I’m taking ten.” He shouts through the tent before he jogs over to her. “What are you doing out here?”

“Thought you might be cold.” She hands him the last of the to-go cups and his eyes light up.

“Someone’s trying to end up on the nice list.” He pulls off his gloves before he takes the cup and holds it tightly in his hands. She raises an eyebrow at his contented sigh. “I take it all back.” He adds suddenly.

“Take what back?”

“Every time I called you a demonic hell beast, you’re just an angel with an edge.” He takes a long swig of the still piping hot tea and clutches it to his chest. “Why is it so bloody cold all the time?”

“Because you’re working outside in December, you can still have a job at the shop, I just hired Kora but were only going to get busier, oh, you could be the delivery boy.”

“No, no, nope, no,” Hunter shook his head. “We already decided that wasn’t a good idea, but I’ll walk you back.” She frowns, because he decided it wasn’t a good idea. But she doesn’t want to start an argument, so instead she lets him take her hand and they return to the warmth of the building.

They make it up to the second floor and detour so Hunter can ask Fitz again if wants to tickets to the soccer match and Bobbi tries not to visibly cringe at the reminder. She had decided that she wanted to get him a signed jersey for Christmas, something he could wear to the game but it was pricey.

They find Fitz out front fussing with the controller of a remote-control car but not actually driving it.

“Hey Fitz, what are you up to?”

“Hiding, it’s insane in there.” He gestures at the store where a line is six customers deep and both registers are manned. Bobbi can hear the impatient babble of the customers and one man’s loud exclamation.

“Hey! Can I ask where you found that? I looked all over for it.”

“It was the last one on the shelf.” The other guy looks more than a little smug about it but the first one brushes it off.

“Could I get one of these from the back?” He shouts at the register worker.

She glances at the box and then back at him. “I’m afraid that’s are last one sir, we won’t have another shipment of them till after the holiday.”

“Sucks for them, doesn’t it, should have gotten their shopping out of the way early.”

Bobbi snorts at Hunter’s suggestion. “You’re one to talk, you’ve not bought anyone, anything.”

“Different circumstances, I don’t intend to give anyone anything.”

Bobbi rolls her eyes. She knows that’s not true or he wouldn’t be working outside in the snow.

“Gentleman, gentleman please!” There’s a crash and Bobbi looks up to see that one of the men has pushed the other, sending him into a display. The other man swings back quickly and there is a sickening thump as his fist makes contact with the man’s jaw. There are several screams and many customers run for the door while others gather around the scuffle like they’re in a high school hallway.

There is another crash as they roll into a shelf of miniature sound speakers.

“Security is on their way!” the manager who had been working the other register shouts but neither of them is listening. A mother with a screaming baby is trying to pull her older child out of the way but he only stares wide eyed at the fight until the tussle knocks over another stand that barely misses him.

“Alright, somebody’s going to get hurt.” Bobbi surges forward, grabbing the fellow who’s clearly winning the fight and hauls him off of the other guy. The second guy, instead of standing down immediately flings himself fists first at the pair and Hunter steps between them, narrowly missing getting his own lights knocked out.

“Come on gents this is ridiculous, its Christmas time, I’m sure we can work this out.” Hunter reasons as the man struggles against his hold.

“I think we’ve got a couple of names for the naughty list this year.” Bobbi’s remark doesn’t sit well with the guy she’s holding back. The man in her grasp swings his elbow back at her, trying to get free. He mumbles something crude under his breath and she tightens her grip, bringing him down to his knees. Mall security comes storming in moments later. Hunter’s detainee immediately starts to cooperate, but it takes a couple guys to restrain the man who had started the fight. As soon as he’s been hauled out of there, Bobbi finds a pair of large brown eyes staring up at her.

“Are you okay!” Jemma has rushed over from her post at the gift wrap station. She’s worriedly fussing over her while Hunter laughs it off and the manager tries to thank them both. Fitz and the other employees are attempting to right the disaster that has occurred. It takes several minutes for the pair to pull away. As exciting and adrenaline filled as the last few minutes had been, they both really needed to get back to work.

Despite this Hunter insists on walking her the rest of the way back to the coffee shop. Making her laugh the whole way about how May should fire her security staff and hire the two of them and Daisy who took down a robber the other day.

“I think she would if that was her department.”

“Oh right.” People often forgot that May didn’t run everything at the mall. “Well Love, it’s been a pleasure working with you, but I’ve got to return to the icy hell that is Kringle’s Tree Farm.” He bows dramatically and Bobbi wants to grin at his antics but instead she sighs heavily.

“So how come you won’t work with me?”

“What’s that?”

“You’re freezing your ass off out there hauling around Christmas trees, when you could be here serving up warm coffee and sweets.”

“Better tips?”

“Hunter.”

“Bob, you know what it’s like when we spend too much time together, all we do is fight.”

She shrugs. “I thought we’d been doing alright so far.”

“Yes, but were not spending every waking moment together, trust me we’re one hundred percent compatible, just fifty percent of the time, I don’t want to waste that fifty percent working with you, there’s so much better use of our time.” He steps up close to her, pressing a long kiss to her lips. Bobbi feels a smile stretching across her face. Hunter was an idiot, but most of the time he’s a well-intended idiot. “Alright that’s fair, but tell me next time, communication isn’t exactly our friend either.”

“Fair.” He agrees. “I’ll see you after work?”

“You know it.” She gives him another quick peck before stepping slowly backwards into the coffee shop. “I’m supposed to tell you to set aside a nice tree for Daisy and Simmons.”

“I’ve got commission to make, they’ll get what they get.”

#huntingbird #bobbi morse #lance hunter #aos #aos fic #christmas at the mall #25 days of christmas

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redsamuraiii · 4 years ago

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Ultraman Fan Fic

An excerpt from a chapter of my fan fic draft novel which I’ve been writing since June during my spare time, bringing the lovable Ultraman characters from 1966 to 2020.

Chapter 3 Present Day Kyoto, Japan

It is a cold December night in Kyoto, the ancient capital of Japan. The temple gardens are gently illuminated, the low light spinning a mysterious yarn across the silhouetted pines and chimerical bamboo groves. Just a few minutes away, the entertainment district of Gion is bustling with the energy of excitable tourists, drunken businessmen and attentive geisha. But here, up a narrow, sloping road on the eastern edge of the city, Shin Hayata have found stillness. He looks at the fallen leaves around him, thinking that a week from now, the branches of those tress will be bare and a month later, perhaps cloaked in white snow.

As he got lost in his thoughts to the night of the crash which he somehow survived, someone called out to him in a distant. A feminine voice calling out his name.

“Hayata…! Hayata!”

It’s his partner, Akiko Fuji, of the Science Patrol Division (SPD). Dressed in her orange suit uniform that is hugging her slim figure, wearing a white helmet covering her shoulder length wavy hair, with her youthful face visible through the transparent visor and her sparkling eyes reflecting her spirited nature, gazing his.

“HAYATA! I’ve been calling your name a dozen times!”

Hayata blushed, feeling embarrassed that he was caught off guard staring into nothingness while everyone around him are busy enjoying the festivities, talking, eating, drinking and laughing.

“You MUST try this shrimp tempura! It’s the best I’ve ever eaten since Nagasaki! It’s so warm and crispy! Everything about it is just about right! Oh! And don’t make me start on how deliciously spicy the sauce is!”

Hayata smiled, looking at her. That’s Fuji, for you. Always lively and full of spirits when it comes to food. He gazed at the small basket of tempura she was holding in one hand and the sauce cup in the other. He lifted his visor to smell the sweet aroma before grasping his hands on one of the tempura and gently sip it in the sauce before savoring it. And true enough, his facial expression betrays him.

“SEE! I TOLD YOU!”

She exclaimed excitedly like a five year old enjoying her first candy bar as Hayata watched and chuckled.

“You do have a knack for good food, Fuji! How in the world do you know there are such delights around here?”

She stopped eating halfway as if thinking about it.

“It’s my nose, you see! They can smell it all the way from Tokyo!”

Hayata had to laugh at that as he takes another bite.

“It’s a pity, the others are not here!”

She said as she continue munching the tempura and licking her fingers.

“If they were, I’d imagined Ide and Arashi will be squabbling over it instead of eating it.”

This time it was Fuji who laughed out loud, imagining her team members squabbling over shrimp tempura.

“Captain Muramatsu will probably steal it from them quietly while they’re squabbling over it.”

She said, laughing as she wipes away a sauce stuck on her right lips.

Suddenly, they stopped laughing as their voices were drowned by the noises surrounding them.

Fuji changed her tone of her voice as she glanced at Hayata with more seriousness now.

“Are you, okay?”

Hayata raised his eyebrows wondering where did that come from and smiled reassuringly at her.

“Never been better!”

“Oh, come on, Hayata! I saw your looks earlier, it’s like you’re caught somewhere in time!”

Hayata nodded not denying it as he continue looking around him at the people enjoying the festival.

“Just thinking what happened here five years ago and how fast we got over it.”

Fuji followed his gaze to the people around them.

“I guess it’s in our nature to be able to adapt.”

They leaned their backs against their parked patrol car as they continued eating tempura.

“You still think about that night?”

She inquired.

“Sometimes. Wondering why it happened. You?”

“I’m past wondering why it happened. I’m just wondering what will happen next.”

Hayata nodded as he considers her statement. Ever since Baltan appeared, several other aliens started appearing as well. It is not clear if Baltan is the one to lead them here or Baltan’s discovery of Earth brought the attention of these other extra-terresterial creatures here. One thing for certain, they will never be short of visitors and even though many seems to be adjusting well to this new life of normalcy, Hayata, still feels uncomfortable living in this new era, knowing fully well there are extra-terresterial beings living among them and not knowing whether they are harmless or dangerous, further adds up to his anxieties.

Baltan was last spotted at Lake Biwa, just north of Kyoto in Shiga Prefecture and recently there are rumors of its sightings in the lake. So the Captain has dispatched Hayata and Fuji to investigate and report any discoveries to determine if the rest of the team are needed to assist as they are constantly on alert for any other alien incursion elsewhere across the country. It is for this reason that the SPD has their own VTOL and STOL jets for fast travels but the weather forecast of an impending winter blizzard prompts Hayata and Fuji to travel on their six-seater all-weather-all-terrain patrol jeep instead.

Part of Hayata misses flying but part of him is relieved that he has an excuse not to fly as deep down he is still traumatized by that crash where he was certain that he would died. The darkness of the night illuminated by the explosion of his right wing and his inability to eject from his jet due to some technical issue as it plummeted down to the dark ocean beneath the colossal creature hovering over him like a demonic creature from a child’s nightmare. Again, his thoughts was disrupted by the jeep’s radio buzzing, indicating an incoming transmission from headquarters. Few seconds later, the gentle sound of Captain Muramatsu can be heard.

“Hayata. Fuji. Are you there?”

“I’ll get it.”

Fuji said as she shoved the tempura and sauce to Hayata who is struggling with his hands full.

“Yes, Captain. Fuji here.”

“Ah, Fuji. I’m afraid we have a new case developing.”

Fuji exchanged knowing looks with Hayata at this as he placed the food on the hood of the car and brushes off his hands to go closer to Fuji.

“Captain, Hayata here. What’s happening?”

“Hayata. It seems that there are reports of a Yuki Onna, just north of your current location.”

Fuji seems perplexed, not by the mere fact of a Yokai from a Japanese folklore actually coming to life but the question as to what does it got to do with the SPD? It seems of late that they’ve been investigating more paranormal cases than those of extra-terrestrials beings. Even the number of alien attacks have been decreasing, which makes the people more comfortable and complacent. People no longer regard the SPD with much seriousness like they used to during the early years of alien incursions but treat them as some “ghost hunting” team that always get called upon every time something unexplained comes up that the local enforcement are not willing to spend their time and manpower on, much less, the military. Not that she’s complaining but still. Judging by the looks of Hayata, she could tell he’s pretty much thinking along the same line as her as he listen intently to the Captain’s orders.

“It’s at Kunizakai Kogen Snow Park. It’s a small ski hill located in Takashima City in the northern area of Shiga Prefecture, just north-west of Kyoto, across Lake Biwa.”

Hayata took out his tablet to study the map and get a bearing of their current location as Fuji looks on curiously at his side. He looks at his digital watch making a mental calculation of their journey.

“80km. About an hour drive from here or so. Right.”

“Hm. Since you’re both are near, I’m sending you two. It could be another false alarm but it could also have a connection with Baltan that disappeared at Lake Biwa five years ago. Could be coincidental or could be linked, which is why I want you to investigate it immediately. Report back if you discover any anomalies. Ide and Arashi are on stand-by if you need assistance.”

“Roger that, Captain.”

“Hm. Take care. Muramatsu out.”

“Well, there it is.”

“Hayata, look! It’s snowing!”

“Already? I didn’t expect a snow till three weeks from now at least.”

“Oh, it’s so beautiful!”

Fuji’s pure heart never fails to amaze and amuse him.

“We just learned about a Yuki Onna, and you’re more fascinated by snow?”

“Don’t make me throw a snowball at you, Hayata!”

Hayata chuckled as he gets into the driver’s seat as Fuji takes the remaining tempura left behind on the car hood with her. She stood at the car door left ajar for a minute as she marvels at the snowflakes falling down gracefully from the white sky. She takes one last breath of fresh air as she steps into the car to sit beside Hayata, who ignites the car’s engine and hits the pedal to move off through the crowded streets of Gion.

#ultra series #ultraman 1966 #ultraman #ultraman fan fic #my fan fic #tsuburaya productions #shin hayata #akiko fuji #science patrol #alien baltan #yuki onna #yokai #japan #kyoto #gion #lake biwa #shiga prefecture #toshio muramatsu

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klynn-stormz · 5 years ago

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Merry Christmas Indeed

Hi @thisonesatellite, I am your secret santa! here is your gift for @cssecretsanta2k19, I got this done a little earlier that I thought I would post this now! I hope you enjoy this and it lives up to your expectations! I am so grateful for the opportunity to get to know you and create this gift for you. This is a little bit of friends to lovers, with a dash of snowed in and a pinch of angst with a happy ending.

Summary:

Emma Swan has been best friends with Killian Jones since she was 8. When he suddenly disappears from her and her son’s life she thought she wasn’t enough. After finding out some secrets from an unfortunate ex, she decides to take the weekend before Christmas to figure out her feelings. So when Killian shows up to make sure she’s okay, she’s more than ready for some answers.

AO3

The cabin was settled far back off the little dirt road used for the National Park. The ground was covered in about six inches of snow from the previous few weeks, it glistened and sparkled in the mid-afternoon sun. The clearing for the cabin was small, cozy even, with tall thick trees surrounding and towering over it. Emma was lucky enough that the place had belonged to the Nolan’s long before the area was declared part of a National Park; it was the perfect way to get away for the week. With Christmas a few days away she was stressed enough, but after the enlightening breakfast at her parents’ house she really needed an escape. The jeep David had let her borrow navigated the snow easily, it wasn’t supposed to start snowing for another few hours, time enough for her to get all her supplies for the week into the cabin and start warming it up. David had reminded her of the generator in the back in case power went out, the storm wasn’t supposed to be too bad, but you never could be sure in Maine in December.

Emma closed her eyes briefly to listen to the quiet forest around her, she had only been here once or twice before, and always with David and Mary Margaret. At 25 years old she had only known her parents for eight years. They had been young when they had had her. After a lot of deliberation, arguing, family intervention and so on, they had decided to give her up for adoption. She was given to the Swan’s days after birth; when she was three, they were still in the process of adoption and found out they were having another baby, they didn’t want her anymore. Emma moved from foster home to foster home, never finding a place she fit. She had seen all kinds of ‘parents’ and been through hell with many of the homes, she met her best friend in the world though, and that was worth a lot. Eventually she ended up in a Boston foster home where her parents tracked her down at sixteen.

The jeep rolled to a stop near the front steps and she hopped out into the cold. For just a moment she took in the silence of the forest, living in a small town had gotten her used to quiet, but there was something almost magical about being all alone in the wood, she loved to wander and explore, though it was much too cold right now to do any of that. The cold wind whipped and whistled through the thick trees, creating a beautiful melody Emma hoped to fall asleep to. For a moment she considered unloading the car and sitting on the porch for a little bit, but she dispelled that thought quickly. She’d rather get settled in for the night. She had had a horrible day, which had come from a few horrible months, she needs to rest and think, that’s why she was here.

Her thoughts turned to her best friend, the one who had stuck by her through all the homes and moves, who had been noticeably absent the past few months. She had found out why early this morning, she wasn’t sure how to feel, it hurt, it made her angry, it made her sad. She sighed and hoped she would figure out what she wanted to do over the next few days. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, she pulled it out to find that Henry had texted her from Regina’s phone. He was the best thing to ever happen to her. Her little seven-year-old was the light of her life.

Mom! Gina snow gave me the phone to tell u I luv u! Thanks for letting me sleep at rolands for the week! We will have so much fun! She grinned at his words, thank heavens for autocorrect or she may not have understood him. Her little boy was growing up faster than she liked, and she was grateful to be a part of every moment. She sent a quick ‘I love you’ back and began unloading the car. — It was nearly midnight and she hadn’t managed to fall asleep. Her mind was still replaying the last few months, and especially this morning. When everything had come out she had bundled Henry up, dropped him off at a willing and worried Regina’s, and bolted for the cabin. Her mom and dad had been texting her nonstop since she left, trying to apologize and get her to come back, but she needed to think. It wasn’t that she didn’t see where they were coming from, it wasn’t even that she was mad at them. What she was mad at was that the entire situation came about because her ex thought he could come back into her life and she would jump into his arms. She was mad that it had been her best friend who had gotten hurt and decided to back off. Emma sighed a clutched her hot chocolate to her chest, she wished she had someone she could just spill the whole story too. As if on cue, a hard knock sounded at the front door.

Emma jumped off the couch, grabbed the gun she kept close. No one lived out here; the closest cabin was miles away. She figured it was probably David or Mary Margaret, tired of her ignoring their calls and texts, but you could never be too careful. When she flung open the door she startled, he was the last person she had been expecting. The night was dark, but not pitch black; the storm clouds in the sky cast an eerie white light she knew meant it would snow soon. He stood on the porch, wrapped in a thick black coat, jeans, a dark gray beanie, and his well-worn motorcycle boots.

Killian Jones was probably the most handsome man Emma had ever seen. It had taken her a long time to realize it though, having known him since she was 8 before she noticed boys. But he really was, seriously hot. His square jaw was lightly covered with stubble, she had the strong urge to rub her face on. His beautiful, brilliant blue eyes shined from the cabin porch light, a soft hopeful smile on his lips as he took her in. God, she wanted to throw her arms around him and cry, maybe never let go. It was this line of thought that drew her back from him, she could not deal with those thoughts when she was still struggling with everything.

“Jones.” She said softly, taking a step back into the cabin. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to- “He paused and cleared his throat; his right hand came up to scratch behind his ear. “I thought I’d come check on you.”

“You thought you’d come check on me.” She repeated, testing the words out. With them came a rush of her emotions from the last few months. “Why? You’ve been ignoring me for months now, and just happened to decide to come visit me? Who called you? Mary Margaret? Regina? Oh hell, it if was Ruby…”

Killian winced at the flatness of her tone. “May I come in love? Please?”

“Fine, but first.” She moved in front of him, her eyes fired with emotion. “I’m not your love, you lost that right when you disappeared.”

He nodded mutely and continued inside, a duffle bag she hadn’t noticed before, slung over his shoulder. She walked back into the living room, her mind racing with what she was going to do. Let him talk? Rant at him? Both? She wasn’t quite sure, hopefully she could send him back to town in the morning. Her phone rang and she glanced at it, Killian had made his way to the guest bedroom to set his stuff down. Ruby was calling.

“You bitch!” She growled into her phone when she answered.

“Hello to you too!” Ruby cheered back, not put out in the slightest by Emma’s menacing tone. “I sent a Christmas present your way. Have fun!”

“First, Christmas isn’t till Tuesday! There are four more days. Second, this isn’t a present this is a punishment! What the hell Ruby?”

“You missed him, he missed you. You had a stupid fight with your loving but overwhelming parents over the fact that your will never get with your ex, you haven’t talked to your best friend in months. This is totally a present, now you have Killian all to yourself and nobody to pester you.”

“He’ll pester me! Ruby, really, I appreciate the thought… I really do, but he was the one who stopped talking, he was the one who just left out of the blue. I really don’t need this today; I came to get away from the mess that is my life.” Emma blew out a breath and rubbed a hand down her face.

“What was that? You’re breaking up!” Ruby called, before promptly hanging up.

Emma sighed, she was so done with today, hell she was done with this year. When she turned from her place at the living room window she saw Killian standing there awkwardly, it was obvious he had heard at least the end of the conversation. She wasn’t going to feel bad, everything she said was the truth. He had ignored her, just left her, and it wasn’t even only her that he left. When he stopped talking to her, that meant Henry too. She wasn’t sure how to get over that.

“Lov—Lass I came to explain myself, if that helps put you at ease.” He began haltingly. “If we could just talk for a moment Emma, then I’ll leave, please.” The last part took on a begging tone.

All of the sudden the weight of the day seemed to crash down on her, she was exhausted. Emma closed her eyes and took a deep breath, she thought back to earlier in the year when he had told her she needed to start meditating.

“Swan, I’m telling you! It’s god for your soul.” He was playing on the living room floor with Henry, telling her about whatever new fad he had discovered.

“I think my soul will be just fine Jones.” She rolled her eyes at him, knowing that she would probably indulge him anyway. “Alright boys, pizza’s here, go wash up.”

That had been one of the last times she had spent time with him. It was memories like that that never failed to make her smile and hurt these days. After he had started to ignore her, she had actually looked into meditation, and found that it did help, at the very least if gave her exercises to calm herself down and put things in perspective. When she opened her eyes, she made her decision.

“Not tonight Killian, you can explain yourself over breakfast before you leave.” Emma was proud her voice didn’t shake or falter.

Killian nodded, bowing his head slightly. “Then let me say good night Swan, I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

She moved past him to the master suite. And to her surprise, she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. —

Earlier that day

Christmas time in Storybrooke seemed like something out of a movie, Emma was fairly sure she had seen the street decorations on a Hallmark movie she’d watched last night. Waking up early, she played in the snow with Henry, who was excited for the light snowfall, and headed to her parent’s farmhouse for their traditional Saturday breakfast. Henry was babbling away, asking to spend the night with Roland, Regina’s new stepson, and wanting to know when Killian would drop by for decorating the Christmas tree. At that last question, Emma felt a squeeze in her heart, she doubted that he would be coming around anytime soon. The last time they had seen him was August 12th, and that was in passing, he had greeted Henry, gave Emma a small smile, and hurried away. The sting of that last encounter was still fresh.

They turned into the long drive of the farmhouse, it was settled on a few acres of land, and that’s when Emma noticed a car that hadn’t wasn’t familiar to her. She frowned, it wasn’t uncommon for Mary Margaret to invite people to their Saturday breakfast, but she normally gave Emma a head up first. Since Killian hadn’t been coming to breakfast, her mother had taken it upon herself to make Emma feel better by inviting many random people over.

“Gramma! Gramma!” Henry cried as Emma helped him out of the bug. Mary Margaret stood on the porch, only a light shawl wrapped around her shoulders despite the freezing temperatures. She beamed at Henry, ushering him inside to help his grandpa with setting the table.

“Honey! You were running a little late, I was getting worried.” Mary Margaret admonished.

“Henry was excited about the snow.” Emma explained, “He insisted on playing in it before we came over.”

Mary Margaret laughed. “Well shall we eat? Oh! I also invited a special guest over.” She said slyly.

Emma frowned, a feeling of unease twisting in her stomach. “Mom, you’re not going to try setting me up, again are you? I don’t want that, and I definitely don’t want that in front of Henry. Remember Walsh? Graham? August?” She could go on, but hoped she’d made her point.

“Oh no! This is much better sweety! You’ll see! I promise it’s a good surprise.” And then she was hustled into the warm house.

Her mother chattered about her week, moving her to the kitchen. It seemed to Emma that she wasn’t giving her a chance to back out. Her urge to take Henry and run was now going into overtime. Her bad feeling increased when she hears multiple male voices coming from the dining room, and then her vision went slightly red when she recognized the unknown voice. Neal.

She turned to her mother. “You didn’t, tell me you didn’t.”

Mary Margaret kept an innocent look on her face, while a slight gleam in her eye told Emma she in face did do it. She had invited Emma’s horrible ex, Henry’s father, to dinner with them. Neal had shown up back in town in early August, claiming he wanted another chance with her and time with Henry. How dare she keep him from him. She, of course, explained that he had lost those rights to see him when he had set her up for his crime and ran. Never mind the fact that the police had tracked him down at her request and told him about the pregnancy, never mind that he had willingly signed his rights away. When he threatened to sue for custody, her mother had suggested that they try to make their relationship work again. She was a firm believer in true love, and first loves. Neal hadn’t backed down, so even now, Emma was in the process of talking with a lawyer to make sure Henry would be staying with her. Mary Margaret couldn’t understand why Emma wouldn’t give Neal another chance, and she didn’t want to go through all the reasons they were wrong for each other. Including but not limited to the fact that Neal was 26 when he and Emma met, while she was 17.

She walked into the kitchen as calmly as she could, but couldn’t stop from stiffening when Neal came into view. Holding onto Henry, who was trying to squirm to the floor. He was at the age that he didn’t like to be held.

“Neal.” Emma spoke coolly. “Henry doesn’t want to be held.”

Neal rolled his eyes and set Henry down. He understood who Neal was, Emma had sat him down and explained a lot when Neal had first come to town. Killian had been there as well to help him, Emma remembered how worried Henry was that Killian would leave because Neal came back. Of course, Killian had told Henry he would never leave, and then just weeks later, had done just that. She really needed to stop thinking about him, it was not helping her.

“Let’s eat!” Mary Margaret called. The table was filled with their usual ginormous breakfast that they could never finish. So, Emma and Henry were sent home with piles of leftovers.

Once they were all seated, they dug in and talked about random topics. Mostly how Henry was liking second grade, and the fun arts and crafts he was doing. Emma was quiet through most of it, not wanting to talk to Neal, and annoyed at her parents for pushing her when she’d asked them not too. It wasn’t until Henry started talking about the summer that she paid attention and jumped into the conversation.

“And then after schools done, Killian said he’d take me sailing. Gramma did you know he knows how to nava—nava—travel by stars? He said he learned in the Navy! And his ship is huge! It looks like a pirate ship! I think I want to be a pirate for Halloween next year, and Killian can be a pirate too. He couldn’t come trick or treating this year cause he had to work, but I think he’ll be able to next year. He always comes with us. Anyway, he’s gonna show me how to be a real sailor. And Ms. Belle at the library gave me books on sailing and the pictures are awesome! Mom have you asked Killian if he’s coming to my parent job day? It happens in January and he said he would come, but he has lots of work right now and I don’t want him to forget, so you have to remind him.” Henry’s happy voice chattered while stuffing his face with waffles and bacon.

Neal had gone silent at Henry’s turn in conversation. Mary Margaret and David looked uncomfortable. And Emma was annoyed at their reactions more than anything. Killian had been a staple in Henry’s life since he was born, he was there on visiting days at the jail after she’d found out she was pregnant. He was there when they let Emma out after 6 months. He was there when her water had broken just before they were going to visit her parents. He was there in the room with her coaxing her to keep going. He was the first person besides her to hold Henry. He had been there for every single milestone and had more right that Neal did, to be apart of Henry’s life.

“I’ll go to your Parents’ Day with you.” Neal announced. “After all, I’m your father. Killian isn’t. He doesn’t have any right to go!”

“That’s a great idea! Won’t that be fun Henry?” Mary Margaret chimed in brightly.

Emma tensed more when Henry frowned. “But I want Killian to go. He said he would. He’s my friend!” His voice began to tremble, his lower lip poking out. It was time to put an end to it. Even if Killian had up and disappeared on her, he always spoke to Henry when they crossed paths.

“Of course, Killian will be going with you Henry.” Emma comforted, glaring at the other adults, David was the only one who looked chagrined. “He’s never broken a promise to you sweety. In fact, I’ll talk to him in a few days just to confirm.”

Henry calmed down, appeased by her answer. They finished eating in a tense silence, only Henry seemed unaffected. When he asked to be excused to go play in the snow, Emma agreed and made sure he was out the doors before she turned to the other three in the room. Let them say their piece first, she decided. She would let them try to explain, excuse and defend; and then she would give them a piece of her mind.

“Emma,” Mary Margaret began. “Neal deserves to have a bit of a relationship with Henry.”

Neal quickly interrupted, standing from the table. “Look you can’t keep my kid from me! I AM going to parent’s day because he’s MY son. If he doesn’t like it then he’ll have to get over it. I deserve a place in his life, so it’s time for you to get over yourself, because he obviously wants his parents to be together. So, if you would stop being so damn stubborn then maybe we could actually get somewhere. Instead I have to rely on talking to your mom about what you and Henry are up to. And if this continues Emma, I swear I’ll fight for full custody.”

“There’s no need to get mad Neal!” Mary Margaret looked surprised at his outburst. David was about to say something but Emma held up a hand to stop both of them. She leveled a look at Neal.

“Let me be very very clear Neal.” Her voice was soft and deadly. “You are Henry’s father; I’m not disputing that. But you have no rights to him, when you sent me to jail and I found out I was pregnant I didn’t want you in his life at all.”

“I’ve explained that that wasn’t my fault!” Neal began, but was stopped by Emma again.

“The police found you, they asked if you wanted anything to do with your son.”

“I thought they were lying!” He claimed, then withered under her glare.

“You signed your rights away to me, regardless of whether you though they were lying, you signed those rights away. I’ve been in contact with a lawyer,” She almost scoffed at the surprised look on everyone’s faces. “You didn’t think that I would take your threats, lightly did you? You have no legal right to him, I will let you visit him, because he does deserve to know his father. But I have a stable job, a house and a support system. No matter how much money you throw at anyone one, they will look at my record versus yours and I will win.” She paused to let all of that sink in.

“Now onto the Killian issue. He is my best friend. He is, for all intents and purposes, no matter how much any of you don’t like it, Henry’s father. No!” She said loudly when they began to protest. “He might not be Henry’s biological father, but he has been more of a dad to him than you will ever be able to be. He is non-negotiable. He will always be in Henry’s life and there is nothing any of you can say to change that.” Even if he wouldn’t be a part of her life, her heart hurt.

“I knew he was lying when he said he’d back off!” Neal spat. “How long have you been sleeping with him? Probably since before us, but listen, just cause you are willing to whore yourself out to him.”

“That’s enough!” David sprang to his feet, a murderous gleam in his eyes. “You DO NOT talk about my daughter like that. I may have gone along with this stupid plan to try and bring you and Emma back together, but not anymore. I’ve seen enough of you to know that you will never be good enough for my daughter and if you think that you can compare to Killian and what he has done for her, you’ve lost your damn mind. Now get out of my house.” Emma was sure that if she had been paying attention, she would have seen her father wind up for the punch, but she was stuck on Neal’s words. The punch sent him sprawling to the floor, not knocking him out though. When David went to throw him out Emma spoke.

“Wait!” He halted and she moved closer to Neal. “What did you mean he said he’d back off?”

Neal sneered and winced as it hurt his face. “I told him that we were going to get back together but that I needed him gone to make sure you weren’t distracted. You think I haven’t seen the yearning dopey eyed looks? Mary Margaret explained to him that I am Henry’s real dad and he deserves a real family”

“I don’t yearn.” Emma defended, her mind whirling as the last few months fell into place.

“Maybe you don’t, but he does. And he agreed to back off so Henry could have a real family.”

“Get out.” She said, and turned to check on Henry.

She helped him pack up his stuff, they had been planning on staying the night. And said she was going to let him have a sleepover with Roland. Her mom watched with wringing hands as she rushed around to gather all her stuff.

“Emma if I had known—” She began, but Emma stopped her. She asked David to put Henry in the car.

“Mary Margaret, I know you meant well, but this isn’t something I can just overlook. What you did affected not just me but my son. You knew what Neal did to me and you still pushed me towards him, no matter what I said to you. You’ve never accepted Killian, ever, but you accept the man who wrongfully sent me to jail? I can’t just get over that. I need to think.” She was aware as she watched her mothers face crumple that she hadn’t called her Mary Margaret in years, but she sure wasn’t acting like a mother at the moment. She moved to leave and was stopped by David.

“I know you need to think. I called Regina to make sure she knows Henry is coming, she’s ready for him. Here,” He handed her the keys to his jeep. “I put everything in my jeep, take Henry to Regina’s and go to the Cabin. The GPS in the jeep has the coordinates. Take your time sweetheart.” He looked at her sincerely. “I am so sorry, and when you are ready we’ll talk.” — She woke up the next morning and everything came rushing back to her. She stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes, it was time to get some more answers. After dressing she moved out to the kitchen and saw Killian sitting at the table. Hot chocolate was sitting across from him, he was staring out the window looking sad and nervous. When she glanced out the window she groaned, causing him to jump. She moved closer to the window and stared at the snow. There was too much, no way either of them was going anywhere for the next few days.

“Swan, I’ve made breakfast. Help yourself.” She went over to the stove to scoop some eggs and bacon onto her plate. When she was seated across from him, she took him in. Last night she wasn’t able to see the dark circles under his eyes, or the way his hair was sticking in different directions from him running his fingers through it. But in the light of the day, she could clearly see the lack of sleep, from more than just last night. He looked worn.

“Alright Jones. I want to know what the hell you’re doing here. I want to know why you decided to just up and ignore me for the past four months. I want to know why you broke your promise to me and just disappeared from my life. I want to—” She broke off as her throat tightened, she was not going to cry in front of him, that would just be the perfect end to a shitty few months.

“Please let me explain. I’m not looking to excuse my actions Swan, nor am I looking for you to forgive me. If you’ll just hear me out, I swear I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the time we’re stuck here.”

She nodded for him to continue, bracing herself for his explanation.

“Neal came to me in August, a few weeks after he came back. He wanted me to back off and I refused. You’re my best friend Emma, I wasn’t just going to leave you. He got angry of course, accused both of us of some untoward things. I walked away. You have to know Emma; I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t think I had too.” He paused to take a drink and calm down. “Your mom came with him the next time. They sat me down and explained that the only thing holding you back from Neal was me. Mary Margaret said you would be happy with Neal, that you wanted to forgive him and move on, to give Henry a real family. She said—” He stopped, looking away from her. “She said I wasn’t good enough for you and that you needed someone to rely on. I asked if she thought Neal was reliable considering what he did. She said yes. They talked to me three more times before I agreed to step back. I just wanted you to be happy, even if it wasn’t with me. Ruby called me and said you’d had a falling out, that ended in David punching Neal and kicking him out. I came to make sure you were okay.”

“Why?” She asked.

He blinked. “Why what?”

“Why do you want me to be happy?” She stared intensely at him, and he knew what she was really asking. So, he mentally steeled himself and answered.

“Because I love you Emma, and I want you to have everything you deserve.”

She was silent for a moment, then burst. “You asshole!” She shouted, Killian was taken aback, unsure of what to say.

“You left! You decided that because you loved me and thought that you weren’t good enough that you would just leave?! That you would just BACK OFF.” Her voice was a near screech, only broken by the obvious emotion in it. “Did you think about what I wanted? About what Henry wanted? You bastard!”

Killian was speechless, he had not expected for the conversation to go like this, he had expected her to still kick him out, though he really couldn’t leave with all the snow. And he hadn’t expected the sadness that overrode the anger in her tone.

“You tell me you love me and you say that’s why you left. You are the only one that has been through everything with me. That has stood by me, what did you think I thought of you? That you were a nice consolation prize since my stupid ex was an idiot? Do you think so little of me, that I would go back to him when I’m obviously in love with you? That I would just drop you like you aren’t the best thing to have happened to me besides Henry? That you aren’t already Henry’s father? That we haven’t been dating for who knows how long already?”

“W-What?” Killian Stuttered.

“I mean, neither of us have had a date in years, we were together every week. And I didn’t even realize we were dating until you decided to just ghost me, but we have been and you thought I’d give that up for NEAL?! NEAL?”

“I’m going to need you to back up. I may have misheard.” Killian said carefully.

“I LOVE YOU, YOU IDIOT!!” She practically screamed at him. “I’m pretty sure I’ve loved you since you threw that snowball at Jesse Martin when I made fun of my Sunday dress, when I was eight. I love you, and I’ve been afraid to say it, but now that I know why you left. I just—” Finally the tears fell.

Killian was up and around the table in record time. He scooped her up and settled them down on the couch, holding her close. While she cried, he whispered comforts into her ear. He was a bloody idiot. The conversation he’d had with his brother a week ago came to mind. Liam had berated him for being a moron when I came to ignoring Emma, telling him that she missed him and wouldn’t care that her mother didn’t approve.

“Do you really want her back with that wanker?” Liam had demanded.

It had stuck with him and gave him the resolve to talk to her, after Christmas, because he was to much of a coward to deal with rejection before it. Now he saw what a bloody asshole he had been. And now that he knew she felt the same, well he’d be damned if he made the same mistake again. When she had calmed down and wiped away her tears, she ran to the bathroom to compose herself, he let her; when she came back, she looked better, but exhausted.

“I’ve been an idiot.” He confessed, causing her to snort in agreement. “Emma, I love you and Henry so much, I thought if I backed off that you would be happy. Liam made me realize last week that I was lost without you two. I need you more than I can explain. I am so deeply sorry for how much I’ve hurt you. If you don’t forgive me, I’ll understand, but I need you to know that not a day went by that I didn’t think of you.” When he was finished, he looked at her anxiously.

“How do I know it won’t happen again?” Emma looked back with the same anxiety as he felt.

“Have you ever known me to make the same mistake twice?” He asked, her small smile gave him a sliver of hope. “I can’t promise I won’t mess up. You know that more than anyone, we’ve fought over the years, both said stupid things, but I will never let you go if you say you’re mine. You are the most precious treasure I’ve ever come into contact with. I swear to you that you and Henry are my life. I love you more every day I spend with you, and missed you more every day I didn’t.”

Emma breathed deep. “Then I forgive you Killian Jones. And expect you to do some pretty hard groveling.”

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her like he’d dreamed. It was everything and more, like the world stood still for that one perfect moment, to let them bask in the rightness of it. His heart seemed to beat in time with hers. No matter what came, his heart now belonged to her. Emma felt the same, as his soft lips moved against hers, she could see their future. She could see their eventually wedding, their home, their second child (because of course Henry was already his in every way that counted.), growing old with him. It all fell into place with that kiss.

He moved back to stare at her, the love in his eyes making the blue shine. “I’ll grovel every damn day for the rest of our lives. And now that we’re together, I have so many thoughts on where to begin.” HE wiggled his brows and she laughed, pulling him closer to kiss him.

“Well, we are stuck here for a few more days yet. Let’s see what you’ve got sailor.” She let out a squeak when he swung her into his arms.

“That’s lieutenant to you Swan.” He murmured, his voice deepening as he made his way to the master bedroom. Thinking of how this would be the best Christmas of his life.

“Remind me to thank Ruby when we get back to town.” Her voice breathless with anticipation. Merry Christmas indeed.

— Three years later

Emma curled on the cabin couch with her husband, watching ten-year-old Henry show his little one-year-old sister Hope all the ornaments on the tree. She could here her parents in the kitchen, laughing and preparing dinner. Killian kissed her forehead and leaned down to kiss her stomach.

“Only a two more months little one,” He murmured. “You ready for another Mrs. Jones?”

“Absolutely Mr. Jones.” She responded.

And in the firelight, she reflected on her life, how perfect everything was. She had everything thing that mattered in life.

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ilovemesomekillianjones · 6 years ago

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Operation Holiday Makeover

Merry Christmas @delightfully-difficult-pirate !!! I hope you enjoy this little tale of a not so spirited Emma and her boys plight to bring her some holiday cheer. I tried to put in a few things we chitchatted about over the past month. It was fun getting to know you, shipmate.

Huge shout out to @hookedonapirate for helping me with beta services up until Christmas Eve. Thank you, friend! Thanks @cssecretsanta2k18 for putting together another fabulous holiday gift exchange.

Summary: Killian and Henry conspire to bring the joy of the holiday season to Emma after she confesses that she's never been particularly fond of Christmas.

ao3 ffnet Rated E 9k+ cut line inserted, promise!

“What’s the matter, love?” Killian asked his wife as he spooned her for warmth early one December morning. He loved the quiet moments they shared, which had increased with the new peace that had fallen over Storybrooke.

Moments earlier, he’d woken up freezing and gotten up to adjust the thermostat; he was convinced Emma was trying to recreate the ice wall temperatures inside their home. As he’d padded quietly back to bed, he’d noticed the first snow of the season falling outside the bedroom window, and he’d had to wake her for it.

As they’d watched the powdery flakes fall in heavy drifts, they’d been discussing the upcoming holiday. Barring any unforeseen treachery, they’d actually get to celebrate the holidays. Killian was curious as to where they would spend it, and who all would be involved. Just them, Henry, and her parents, or the extended family too? Gods forbid he have to share another holiday with the crocodile. However, when he’d broached the topic of this land’s traditions and customs, Emma had become quiet.

“Christmas just never meant that much to me,” she answered after a few moments. “I guess with being in a different home almost every year, it was just never special.”

“Aye, it wasn’t a big celebration for two orphaned boys aboard a ship of not so merry men, either.”

“It’s supposed to be a religious holiday, or it started as one before all the commercialization. But to me, it just seemed like a holiday to be with family and friends, and I didn’t have any of that.”

“But now you do. You have your son, your parents, me, maybe a wee one on the way someday soon,” he whispered the last part as he stretched his palm over her stomach. They had decided not to try to get pregnant, but to stop preventative measures against getting pregnant. They both figured it’d be any day now with the amount of time they’ve spent indulging in each other. “A full-blown family if ever I’ve heard of one, and more friends than you know what to do with.”

Emma’s heart ached just a little in her chest as she listened to his comforting words. She did have it all - great friends, a loving family, a doting husband and the prospect of a new life growing within her - so it was puzzling to her that she still felt that familiar tinge of melancholy. “You know what? You’re right, I think I need a holiday makeover.”

“A what?”

“A holiday makeover. I need a new outlook on the holiday season. You want to know about traditions and customs, and I have none. So let’s make our own.”

Emma turned over in his arms and looked at her husband with a childlike grin on her face. She cupped his face tenderly as the prospect of starting something new, with Killian by her side, and Henry and her family in tow, brought a huge holiday buzz to Emma’s heart.

Killian beamed back at her infectious smile and kissed the tip of her nose. “Amazing idea, Swan. What should we start with?”

“Well,” she said enthusiastically, “since it’s still dark outside, we should start by sleeping in. Not all of us willingly rise with the sun, pirate.”

Killian laughed heartily, he loved it now when she called him a pirate. With Emma, it no longer carried a negative connotation; it was more a loving endearment. “Aye, you get your sleep, love. I’ll tend to the Jolly.”

“But you’re so warm, don’t leave,” Emma whined.

“If you’d run the damn heat you wouldn’t need me for warmth,” he chided. “That’s why I’m up so bloody early, it was like an icebox in here. Besides, if I take care of her now, you won’t have to miss me later.” They’d planned to go out for a midmorning sail, but with the new snowfall that wasn’t going to happen.

“Just stay till I’m asleep?” she asked through a big yawn.

He knew he couldn’t deny her a thing, never could. “As you wish.”

Emma snuggled her naked body against his; they’d not bothered with clothes after making love late into the night. “Mmmm,” she hummed contentedly, “you’re like a big, fuzzy, furry blankey.”

“If you call me a furry blankey again I’m leaving,” he warned, though there wasn’t a trace of truth to his words as he snuggled around her more.

“Mm-mm, my blankey” she said playfully, before wandering off into sleep. Since she spent years with not always knowing where her next safe, comfortable place to sleep would be, Emma was out almost instantaneously when she had warmth and comfort.

❄❤❄

“Wake up, lazy bones.”

Emma predictably whined and turned away from her husband’s voice. “Too early.”

Killian jumped on the bed, making it bounce Emma into wakefulness. He crowded her space and planted a kiss on her cheek. “The sun has long since risen, you’ve gotten to sleep in, and our presence is requested at Granny’s in one hour, by your son.”

Emma snatched her phone from the nightstand to look at the time. “It’s not even eight in the morning. That is hardly sleeping in.” She tossed her phone on the nightstand and buried her head under her pillow.

“It’s 7:58 AM, and I was able to talk him into one hour. He wanted us there within the half hour, so how about you thank my negotiating skills instead of sleeping the day away?”

Emma swiftly wrapped herself around her husband’s frame and tackled him to his back. She held his hand and hook above his head, breasts swaying in his face as she straddled him and peered down at him through narrowed eyes. “Someone’s a little daring this morning, messing with me before my morning fix.”

“The coffee is already brewing, my love.”

Emma softly rubbed her bare core against where she was straddling him and smiled deviously. She bit his lower lip and sucked it into her mouth to soothe the sting, and could feel him hardening through his jeans. “Maybe I didn’t mean that kind of fix? You did negotiate an hour for us, did you not?”

Killian craned his neck to chase his wife’s lips, despite having his arms pinned above his head. It was one of his favorite things when Emma woke up needy and feisty. “I did.”

“And what did you have in mind to fill that hour?” She continued to lazily roll her hips over his, relishing the way she could turn his soft flesh to steel in mere seconds. “Were you really thinking of letting me sleep longer as you bartered for more time, or were you thinking dirty, filthy thoughts? Tell the truth… pirate.”

Killian’s cock twitched when she uttered the last word. So, she wanted the pirate to come out and play? “Make me.”

Emma’s eyes widened with lust as he challenged her. With a magical wave of her hand, she secured Killian’s arms above his head so he couldn’t touch her, and his feet to the bedposts so he couldn't move. After standing up and breaking all physical contact, she poofed away all his clothes so he was lying helpless, naked and hard. She wanted nothing more than to jump him and fuck him until neither of them could see straight, but he’d set forth a challenge, and she would win.

Killian swallowed thickly as he realized he couldn’t move. Tied down… in the good way, he pondered, and he knew then Emma was going to tease him mercilessly until he admitted what they both knew was true. He smirked at Emma as she sauntered around the bed, before climbing up on her hands and knees, and settling at his side. She was close enough that he could feel the warmth of her skin, then she sat back on her haunches and spread her legs. Involuntarily he struggled against the magical restraint over his limbs when she bared her silky folds for his perusal.

Emma placed both hands under her breasts, feeling their weight before skimming her thumbs over her nipples. They immediately hardened under her touch sending a jolt of arousal to her core. “There’s no need to fight, I’ll let you free to do whatever that filthy mind of your wants, if only you admit that you begged more time from a child to have your wicked way with his mother.”

Killian inhaled deeply, a feeble attempt to control his lust, but all it did was flood his nostrils with her delectable scent. His eyes rolled back as they shut, and his hips bucked into the air, desperate to be buried, encompassed, touched, anything.

Emma cocked an eyebrow at him before sliding both hands down her body and resting them on her thighs. “Anything to say for yourself, pirate?”

Killian bit down on his lip, unwilling to give in so easily. Sure his cock ached painfully, but it was the right kind of pain. The kind of pain that would have him coming so hard Emma would feel his cum hitting her walls. “I’ve nothing to say to that end, lass. But you could come over here and sit on my face if you wish to see what else I can do with my mouth?”

“Wrong answer.” Emma moved her hands so one was spreading her lips and the other softly circled her clit. “Guess I’ll just have to make myself come. Too bad, I really did want to be fucked by a pirate.”

“It’s not too late,” Killian murmured huskily as he watched Emma’s fingers rhythmically massage her clit.

“Oh?” she asked ceasing her movement. “You’ll confess?”

“That’s not what I said, I said it’s not too late to be fucked by a pirate.”

“Mmmm, that wasn’t the deal.” Emma began again, and this time she placed two fingers at her entrance. Slowly she drove her fingers deep, watching as the man before her strained to be free of the restraints. His muscles twitched, and the line of his jaw clenched and unclenched as he fought between maintaining control and giving in. But his cock, the coup de grace, was so hard, veins straining against the silky skin, and his tip bright and glistening with precum. Before she realized it herself, she was hearing the sticky sounds of her arousal as she pumped her fingers faster.

A low humming emitted from deep in her chest, and Killian swore he was going to come without ever being touched. He watched avidly as his wife fucked her fingers, all while watching him. A sense of pride washed over him as a thought occurred to him. “I win.”

Emma ceased all movement when she heard his utterance. She glared at him for a second before asking, “What do you mean, you win?”

“You may be fucking your fingers, but you’re wishing it was my cock. I’ll still be the one getting you off, darling.”

Emma scoffed at his arrogance.

“Admit it, you’re imaging my cock slamming into you, over and over, hitting you in just that spot your fingers don’t quite stroke the same way.”

Emma narrowed her eyes at him. Of course he was right, but she wasn’t going to admit it. Instead, she plunged her fingers deep one more time, gathering more wetness, then she quickly wrapped her hand around Killian’s shaft.

“Fuck,” Killian growled at the contact.

A wicked smile stole her lips as she pumped his shaft, the slippery glide making him cry out in ecstasy. “You’ll be the only one making admissions today.” Emma stroked him flawlessly, paying special attention to his head, but the moment she felt the telltale spasming in his length as his balls began to constrict, she pulled her hand away completely.

Killian cried out at the sudden loss, a sizzle of pain slicing through his shaft and into his abdomen. His balls contracted painfully as his release was denied. He struggled against the restraint, desperate to jerk his own cock to completion. Throwing his head back against the pillow, he squeezed his eyes shut; there was no way he would win this battle.

His whole body jumped when he felt her hand squeeze the head of his cock before beginning to stroke him again. He wanted to tell her to stop, he knew she was going to edge him again, but damn, it felt so fucking good, and his brain was unable to overrule his head.

Emma grinned devilishly as her pirate husband fought and lost the battle to let her have her way. Her core clenched tight as she took pleasure in the way he strained, his beautiful body fighting a losing battle, and his cheeks a delicious pink from the exertion. She was soaked and needed him to yield, which was why she had resorted to these desperate measures. Once more she brought him to the edge, then mercilessly pulled him back. His desperate moans had her touching her clit as she watched her handiwork.

“Fucking hell, lass!” he roared, eyes squeezed shut, head thrust back into the pillow. Every muscle in his body jumped with anticipation, his heart rate doubled, and his breaths were jagged and loud, even to his own ears. His hips bucked into the air, seeking contact of any type. One more touch would bring him to completion. His mind was so jumbled he couldn’t decide if he loved this sweet torture, or hated it. Either way he needed her, now. “I yield!”

Emma clasped her hands together in front of her chest like a child about to get a present. “What was that?” she asked sweetly.

“You heard me, wench. I’ll confess,” he grumbled.

Emma threw herself on her stomach, head next to his chest, hands folded under her chin. She grinned like a cherub as she awaited his confession.

“Would you mind releasing me first?”

“What do you take me for? Confession first, pirate.” She smiled at him lovingly as she spoke.

“Smart lass,” Killian chuckled. “All right then, I admit it!” he said theatrically. “I, Killian Jones, did, of sound mind, coerce a child into more time, so that I, being the pirate I am, could have my wicked way with his mother.”

“And as for your dirty thoughts, Killian Jones?”

“Aye, there were many as I envisioned ravishing my beautiful wife, and I do not regret my choices.”

“And how did you plan to do that?”

“I planned to feast on your breasts while fingering your pretty cunt, and after, I would have made you come with my mouth, and then I was going to fuck you until you couldn't walk straight.”

“So, what are you waiting for?” she asked breathily as she waited for him to realize the restraints were lifted.

Killian immediately sprang forward and jumped on his wife, smothering her with rough kisses. When he felt Emma’s hand circle his cock, he pushed her hand away. “I’m afraid I’m so worked up, you will have me undone with a single stroke of that evil hand. I don’t wish to lose twice in one day.”

Emma acquiesced and threaded both hands into his thick hair as he began his worship. Bracing himself with his blunted arm, Killian eagerly nibbled his way down her neck, surely leaving marks in his wake. He rubbed her clit with a steady pace and feasted upon her breasts one at a time, just as he’d promised.

“Oh, Killian,” she moaned, “you make me feel so good, babe.” She was flushed with a beautiful shade of pink, slightly embarrassed at how quickly he’d brought her to her peak, just as he’d foretold, but also immensely titillated.

“I guess I’m not the only one worked up?” He smirked at her pink cheeks as she panted through her climax. Not wanting her to have a chance to recover, Killian slid further down her body until his face was nestled between her thighs. He chuckled when she jerked against his tongue as he licked along her dripping wet slit.

“Too much, hold on,” she cried.

“I believe turnabout is fair play, love.” Killian sucked her clit into his mouth and circled his tongue around the swollen flesh. Her cries of pleasure had him ready to burst, but he continued on with determination.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Emma whined as the overstimulation became too much. She needed him to stop, or she needed to come, as the building pressure was too much. Grabbing his hand, she guided it to her entrance, desperate for something to tip her over the edge. Ever thankful for how well he read her, she came the second he thrust two fingers inside her heat. Bearing down on his hand, Emma rode out her orgasm as he licked away her dripping arousal.

Silently thanking the heavens for how responsive Emma’s body was to his, Killian moved up her frame and lined himself up at her swollen entrance. “I’m not going to last long, Swan. The promise to fuck you until you can’t walk straight will have to wait.”

Emma brushed her hair back off of her sweaty face, “That’s okay, we’re on a timeline anyway.” She chuckled lightly before extending her hand around his neck and bringing his lips to hers. Tracing the seam of his lips, she moaned softly when his tongue slid into her mouth at the same time his cock plunged into her depths. “I love the way your cock fills me up, babe.” Emma palmed his backside with one hand urging him to move, and caressed his earlobe with her other.

Killian grunted as her post orgasmic walls sucked against his cock. Think of anything except for how good it feels, mate, he implored himself. The way Emma squeezed his arse as she met him thrust for thrust, and tugged at his earring was not helping in his plight to stay the course for a little bit longer.

It was not an exaggeration - his cock felt magnificent each time he penetrated her - but Emma could tell he was struggling to stave his release and she suddenly felt horrible about edging him. He’d already made her come twice, and was holding out for a third, which had to be painful given his need to come. “Don’t hold back, Killian, come for me.”

Killian was lost to the cause when Emma whispered to him before biting down on his earlobe. He came with a groan, hot and thick, painting her walls as their combined releases mixed and spilled down her thighs. He slammed home erratically and a shiver wrested his whole body as he savored the previously denied thrill that now blazed from the tip of his cock, into his balls and all the way through him. Breathing raggedly, Killian slumped against her as a feeling akin to fatigue set in.

“Did I tire you out?”

“All that fucking torment and teasing,” he mumbled into her shoulder. “You’re so bleeding brilliant when you let that depraved mind play.”

“Depraved?”

“Aye, lass, depraved, and I love you for it.” Killian wished he’d asked Henry to change the plan to a lunch meeting now that he was lying naked and sated in Emma’s arms.

“Maybe Henry would meet us for lunch instead?”

Killian chuckled. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

“When did you talk to him anyway?”

Killian lifted himself from the warmth of her body so they could get cleaned up. “He was already at the Jolly when I got there, seems he had the same notion to close her up with the nasty weather.”

“Wow, that seems… overly helpful for a teenager.” Emma started the shower, then threw her hair into a bun so she could wash quickly and not worry about catching her death with wet hair on the way to breakfast. After all they’d survived, it’d be a shame to die of hypothermia.

“Well, I may have told him the old girl would be all his come this summer if he wishes to take a certain friend sailing.”

“A certain friend?” she questioned while stepping into the shower.

“Some lass from school he can’t seem to stop talking about.” Killian stepped in behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle, waiting for the onslaught of questions.

“What? He hasn’t said a word to me!” Emma turned around and broke from his embrace. Placing her hands on her hips in a very assertive way, she gave him a look that was part hurt and part resigned. “I mean, I know I’m his mom, and I’m a girl, but still. He hasn’t mentioned… anything. What’s her name? What does she look like? Is she sweet, does she go to his school? Are they in the same grade? Who are her parents? Why is he hiding all this from me?” Emma’s voice became higher pitched and her words sped up as she got worked up over not knowing about her own son’s crush. This was the second time, and she wasn’t even the Dark One anymore, so why would he hide it from her.

“Easy, love.” Killian pulled her back against his chest, his blunt arm holding her waist solidly as he rubbed her back soothingly with his right hand. “Henry is not hiding anything from you. He just hasn’t told you about her yet. It’s nothing personal, I imagine most teen boys would rather talk to another male when it comes to matters of the opposite sex.” He leaned back and cupped her cheek. “If you’d like, I can tell him he should talk to you about these things.”

Emma laid her cheek heavily in his palm. Of course he would do that for her. “No, Killian, I don’t want you to do that. I love that he has you to confide in, that he trusts you.” Tears welled in her eyes as she realized Henry wasn’t her little boy anymore; he was their young man, and he needed a man to talk to, not just a mom.

“He trusts you too, Emma. It has nothing to do with trust and everything to do with a boy and his crush. It’s guy talk.”

Emma let Killian comfort her. Leaning into his embrace once more, she circled her arms around him. “I love you, Killian. And Henry is so lucky to have you for a stepdad.”

Holding her under the hot spray of the shower, Killian pondered the word, stepdad. It always filled him with a sense of awe and pride. Anyone could father a child, as was proof where his own father was concerned, but to be a stepdad and be chosen as a father figure was very meaningful to him. Killian and Emma shared a tender kiss, one that spoke of deep love, before washing and readying to meet the subject of their full hearts.

❄❤❄

“Hey, kid,” Emma greeted Henry, who was already sitting in a booth at Granny’s with drinks ordered.

“Morning mom, Killian,” he greeted cheerfully as they scooted into the seat across from him.

“Morning again, lad. So what’s this meeting all about?”

Henry leaned across the Formica table top conspiratorially. “A new operation.”

Emma’s eyes darted around the diner as she too leaned in. “What’s going on? Who’s in trouble? Or is the whole town in trouble?” Her son had the audacity to laugh at her. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing so serious, mom. I want to call it Operation Happy Holidays.”

Emma turned to Killian and cocked her head, curious if her husband had spilled about their early morning conversation. He didn’t look at her, but instead sipped the coffee that had been ordered for him while his cheek and ear flushed under her gaze.

“Operation Happy Holidays, huh? Why do we need an operation to make the holidays happy?”

“Well, a couple people inspired the operation, but the reasons are really about the same. This is the first Christmas where we don’t have the threat of some evil villain or another distraction from the holiday. It’ll be Killian’s first Christmas with us as a family, and Mom’s first Christmas without Robin. And, Mom, it’s your first real holiday since coming to Storybrooke where you’re not being called upon as The Savior. We could actually focus on making family traditions this year. I think both my moms could use it.”

Tears had formed in Emma’s eyes as she listened to her son. “How did I get such a great son?”

Henry shrugged his shoulders, making light of the situation. “Just lucky, I guess.”

After placing their orders, they got down to the planning phase of the operation. “So just what and who does this operation include?” Killian asked.

Henry smiled and raised his eyebrows, excited that he’d been asked. “Well,” he started, picking up a small journal from next to him and placing it on the table, “I’ve put down some ideas for family gatherings, and wanted to get your input on them and your ideas for other things to include.”

Flipping open to his notes, Henry slid the book across the table for Emma and Killian to peruse. Page one was appropriately titled Operation Happy Holidays, and below was a list of possible traditions, along with which people to invite.

“This is quite the list you have here, Henry. Have you spoken to any of the other guests?” Killian asked.

“I’ve mentioned some of it to Grandma, and she has agreed to help me with logistics and guests. She’s kind of really good at the group organizing thing.”

Emma chuckled at the understatement, because her mother had a knack for twisting the arms of any person, no matter how tough, without a falter in her sweet smile. And she’d have them thanking her for making them see things her way. “What is a progressive dinner party?”

“It’s where you have drinks, appetizers, dinner, and dessert, but each segment of the meal is held at a different house over the course of the evening.”

“That sounds rather entertaining.”

“The idea is that one person doesn’t have to slave over the entire meal, and you get to enjoy the holiday spirit at each family’s home.”

“And who all would we invite to this event?” Emma asked.

“Well, I was thinking this would just be for the people who host. My suggestion would be drinks and appetizers at your house, dinner at Grandma and Grandpa’s house, and dessert at mom’s house.”

“You don’t think I can cook the main course?” Emma narrowed her eyes at her son.

Henry grinned nervously before Emma let him off the hook by proclaiming that she loved the idea.

It was quiet for a few moments when their food arrived and they ate hungrily. Emma wondered what it would be like to attend an actual party with the whole town of Storybrooke - one of Henry’s events. The kid had come up with some great ideas for that as well, a toy drive, and a karaoke fundraiser where you bid money to hear another person sing, and if you pay the right price, you could even pick the song. As an added bonus, if other’s really wanted to see the nominee sing, they could add on to the initial donation, which was especially helpful when a person did not want to sing. Emma would pay damn good money to see Rumple sing Barbie Girl. All proceeds and gift donations would be going to the Convent of the Sisters of Saint Meissa, where Blue would oversee distribution.

Killian was already thinking about what he’d be making for the recipe contest lunch, which would be a smaller event of family and close friends. He was competitive by nature, so to win this recipe contest among the women in their circle of friends, who would be presenting their best dishes, would bring him great joy

“No fish.”

“What?”

“No fish for the recipe exchange, or you’ll lose Mom’s vote, and mine,” Henry answered.

Killian rolled his eyes, a trait that had rubbed off from Emma. “Uncultured swine,” he muttered.

“Hey! I didn’t say anything.”

“Aye, love, but you know the boy is right.”

“I like fish,” she argued, “it just probably wouldn’t get my vote over Mom’s Beef Burgundy or Regina’s lasagna.” She looked at Henry with an evil smile, “Or even frozen Brussel sprouts.” She and her son both burst into laughter, enjoying the chance to rib their favorite fish loving pirate.

“Laugh away, family, you’ll both be eating crow when I win this thing.”

They laughed at his idiom turned pun, and Emma rubbed his shoulder. “I’ll love anything you make, babe.”

“Ugh, enough lovey dovey crap. What do you guys think?”

Emma made a point of placing several loud smooches on Killian’s cheek, just to rile Henry a bit before answering her son. “So we have a full blown holiday party, a progressive dinner, a cook-off, and what were the last two?”

“Shop till we drop, and a cookie and White Elephant gift exchange.”

“What is a White Elephant gift exchange, lad?”

“In a White Elephant gift exchange, each person brings a wrapped, unmarked gift and places it in a designated area. Guests draw a number as they arrive, and they select gifts in that order. The catch is, you can steal gifts,” Henry explained.

Emma and Henry watched as Killian’s eyes lit up, and that signature eyebrow climbed his forehead.

Emma expounded on the rules where Henry left off. “On the first turn, the person assigned with number one picks out a gift and opens it so we can all see what it is. On the second turn, the person assigned with number 2 gets the choice of stealing the first person’s unwrapped gift or choosing a wrapped one from the pile. If two steals one’s gift, then one must choose and open a wrapped gift again. There are more rules about how many times a particular gift can be stolen, and when it can be stolen in a round, but you know the general idea now. So, what do you think?”

“It sounds like a pirate gift exchange to me, I like it. And you know how I love my cookies, so a cookie exchange sounds delicious.” Killian patted his stomach for effect.

Henry beamed at the acceptance of his holiday ideas. “And what about shopping till we drop? I suggest the Maine Mall. We could make a trip out of it. Head to Portland, shop all day for all of our Christmas needs. Grab dinner and see the city lights, then head back home.”

Killian looked at Emma; they were able to do that silent communication thing almost as well as her parents now. The look on his face said he was game if she was. The look on Emma’s face said, if we must. Shopping was definitely not one of her favorite pastimes, but if it meant spending time with her husband and son, she was on board. “Is anyone else invited to this particular event?”

“I was thinking it would be just the three of us. I mean Grandma and Mom have had their holiday shopping done for weeks now.”

“Then how about we go today?” Emma suggested. Both the men in her life gave her a nod of approval.

❄❤❄

“I’m exhausted,” Emma whined as Killian and Henry dragged her to their final destination, as they had called it. They each had armfuls of bags, and had been at this shopping thing for six hours. Who knew a teen boy and a centuries old pirate would both out shop the only woman in the group. “Why are we standing in a line?”

“Pictures with Santa,” Henry exclaimed.

Emma opened her mouth - to say what, she wasn’t sure. Snapping it shut, her brow furrowed and her lips pursed in contemplation as she debated what it was she was really thinking. Her first thought had been, we’re too old for pictures with Santa. But perhaps that was her inner cynic, as the next thought that came was undoubtedly her melancholy self, I don’t have any pictures of Henry with Santa. The final thought that came was, I’ve never taken a picture with Santa. Emma realized, as her husband and son stood to stare at her, waiting for some sort of response, that she really and truly did want to take a picture with Santa. “Let’s do it!”

The joy in her tone made Killian’s heart melt. He had no idea why taking a picture with a man in a red velvet suit would make his family so merry, but Henry had said it would be key in their little operation. Operation Happy Holidays was actually Operation Holiday Makeover, which had been put into action bright and early that morning when Killian had called upon Henry. Together, they had set out to get Emma into the Christmas spirit, after she’d confided her lack of holiday cheer in the wee hours of the morning. Killian could plan some things, but he had wanted Henry’s input for the intricacies of the holiday season - things he might not know about, like pictures with Santa and progressive dinner parties, as it were. Plus, Henry would be able to enlist all the help from others, and then Emma wouldn’t feel embarrassed, like it was only because of their discussion.

“So who’s going to sit on Santa’s lap?”

“Forget it, Mom. I’m way too old for that.”

“We are way older than you, kid.”

“Yeah, but I’m a teenager, you guys are the kind of old that makes it ironic, or witty or whatever, so my vote is for Killian to sit on Santa’s lap.”

Emma laughed out loud at the thought, unsurprised that her husband was more than willing.

“If it is your wish to see me sit on another man’s lap, then so be it.”

The photographer had a different idea, though, when the trio stepped up to the dais. First, he had them all set their multitude of bags down, then the whirlwind directing began. “Okay, Mom, you are going to sit in front of Santa, between his legs. Young sir, you’ll be sitting to her right, and Dad, you’ll be on her left. Mom, knees up, hands folded neatly around them. Dad, right arm behind mom, lean into her and kiss her cheek, young sir, left hand behind mom, lean into her, and head on her shoulder.”

Let it never be said that the family Swan-Jones-Mills could not follow instructions. “Okay, smile, and one, two, three. Okay, for the next one, Dad, you look forward, lean your head in toward Mom. Young sir, head up, all of you looking at the camera. And one, two, three. Last one, here we go. Santa, mistletoe overhead, Mom turn to Dad, Dad turn to Mom, now lay one on her!”

Henry looked over at the two of them, appalled by their PDA, and before he knew it, the camera had snapped one final shot.

“See, what I did there, young sir? I didn’t even have to direct you, your natural response to your parent’s love was priceless!”

They got up from their positions, a little whiplashed from the rapid fire directing. Killian was trying to hide his sappy emotions over being referred to as Dad; no one had corrected or argued against it, and it felt like the most natural thing. Henry was trying to wipe the image of Killian and his mom smooching in front of a mall full of people, and Emma’s smile lit up her whole face as she likened the feeling in her heart to the Grinch’s heart growing three sizes.

❄❤❄

“Thank you for today.” Emma walked up behind Killian as he finished brushing his teeth, and wrapped her arms around him. “It was a perfect day, and I love our picture.”

They’d decided on the collage print with all three pictures and even paid the exorbitant fee for a frame right there. It now proudly hung on one of the walls in the living room. Emma had realized as soon as it was hung that they needed many more pictures - family pictures. They didn’t have to be professional either; she just wanted to fill a wall with memories. First thing tomorrow, she would ask her mom for a copy of that stupid picture she’d taken of her and Killian on their first date, like it was prom or something.

“Why are you thanking me, love? That was all your boy.” He eyed her hungrily as her touch woke his body. She was clad in nothing more than a thin, white tank top and pink cotton panties.

Her hands roamed his stomach and up to his chest until her fingers carded through his chest hair. “I’m not stupid, Killian. I know you had a hand in this too.”

“Only the one,” he jested, holding his hook up and waving it in the mirror. He grinned sheepishly. “Are you upset?”

“That you and Henry have planned my holiday makeover… together? Of course not.” Emma got on her tiptoes and nuzzled Killian’s neck. “It’s the sweetest thing ever.”

Killian hummed softly as Emma teased her teeth and lips along his neck and up to his ear. “Anything for you, my love.”

It was easy to fathom just how much she loved him, especially when he said things like that. Without a word, Emma led him away from the vanity and over to their bed. She pushed him gently to his back and climbed on top of him. They made out like teens before making love, slowly worshipping each other.

Idly tracing her pointer finger through Killian’s chest hair while lying quietly in the aftermath, Emma reflected on the day they’d had and the days to come. “So what is our schedule of events over the next week?”

“Well, let’s see. Tomorrow you have that pesky thing called work, so the lad and I figured we’d use the day for prep and planning. I have to get groceries for the cookie exchange, the dinner, and the cook-off, Henry will be working on something called Evites for the different festivities, as well as a schedule for Christmas Eve and Christmas day.”

“What kind of schedule?”

“Working out when he will be with Regina and when he will be with us. I hope you don’t mind, but I told him to let Regina have her choice.”

Emma’s eyes crinkled at the corners and a full smile graced her lips. “How were you ever a feared pirate captain?” she asked rhetorically. “You are just the sweetest, of course I don’t mind.”

Killian rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t always this sweet.”

“You cook, bake, clean, plan dinners and parties, have a BFF who’s a real prince, and a kid who thinks you’re pretty cool.”

“I guess a full heart changes a man, love can do amazing things.”

Emma planted a chaste kiss upon his serene smile. “Love you.”

“And I you, Emma.”

After Killian finished telling her the plans for the rest of the week, along with his intent to win the cook-off and bake the best cookies, they drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

❄❤❄

“Our guests will be here any minute, how does it look?”

Emma looked around her festively decorated home. Her husband and son had definitely gone all out; it was the prettiest decorating she’d ever seen. So, maybe she was a little biased, but she’d actually cried when she’d come home from work yesterday to find her home completely made over into a winter wonderland.

“What’s the matter love, you don’t like it?”

“Mom, is everything okay?”

Both boys had rushed to her side to see what could be wrong. Emma just stood there shaking her head and covering her mouth with silent tears falling down her cheeks. After a moment, she was able to take in a steady breath. “I love it,” she said reverently. “Almost as much as I love both of you.” She pulled her boys into a fierce hug, hoping they could feel her love as much as she could feel theirs.

“It looks perfect, Killian. And it smells wonderful, I think we’ve put together a pretty impressive spread.”

Somehow, just the small family gathering had been leaked, and there were a few more guest on the list of attendees. While Belle had declined for her family stating that they were taking their toddler to have photos taken with Santa, Granny, along with her visitors Ruby and Dorothy would be there, as well as Leroy and Blue who’d decided to give their romance another shot.

Henry opened the door when the first guest arrived, only to find that everyone had arrived all at once. Choruses of hellos, happy holidays and how are yous were exchanged, along with surprised hugs from Ruby and Dorothy.

“It smells delicious,” David said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. “What’d you make, Killian?” he asked, sidling up to his buddy.

“Ahem,” Emma interjected dramatically. “Don’t you mean, what did we make?”

“Oh, who are you kidding, Miss grilled cheese and onion rings for every meal?” her mother teased.

“Hey! I can cook.” Emma folded her arms over her chest defensively. “Just because I don’t do it, doesn’t mean I can’t.”

“Maybe just tell us which ones you made and which ones the pirate made,” Leroy suggested. “That way we can save ourselves,” he snarked.

“Be nice,” Blue chided him.

“I’ll have you know Emma is a very talented cook, dwarf,” Killian replied.

The group headed toward the dining area where Emma and Killian had set up the food on colorful holiday dishes and chafing trays for the hot appetizers. There were flutes of champagne for the adults and sparkling cider for Henry and his toddler uncle. They toasted to the normal things, like health and happiness, and the not so normal, like staying curse and monster free.

Emma received several compliments on her unknown cooking ability, Killian preened about the attention his and Henry’s holiday decor received, and Henry just sat back and beamed at the success of the second phase in Operation Holiday Makeover. It was a rare treat to see both his moms happy and laughing. The evening was a whirlwind, from appetizers at the Swan-Jones home, to Dinner with the Nolans, and Dessert at Regina’s place.

Henry stayed the night with Regina, while the rest of the dinner party left to walk their separate ways around eleven that night.

“Tonight was so much fun!” Emma enthused as they walked down the street toward home. “I can’t wait to see what the next holiday themed adventure brings.” The temperature had to be in the low twenties as they walked arm in arm. Emma was bundled as usual, and Killian had on all his brand new winter wear that Emma had bought so he wouldn’t freeze this winter while out on patrol.

“I am so glad you enjoyed it, love.” Killian pressed a kiss to the tiny bit of skin that showed between her beanie and her scarf. His heart was achingly full as his wife chatted animatedly about how much her spirits had already lifted. And of course seeing Henry get to enjoy both his moms at the same time was monumental; Killian’s own eyes had lit up at the way Henry’s eyes had been lit up. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her in tight as a shiver coursed through her small frame. “I promise to warm your body the second we get home.”

“Mmm, I like that promise.”

“First, I shall turn on the heater,” he teased in a grand voice, as if he hadn’t been promising to ravish her until she was overheated, “next, I will start a fire, and then, I’ll even run you a hot bath.”

Emma elbowed him in the side as he laughed at his own joke. “You better be joining me in that bath, I think I need some skin to skin body heat.”

“As you wish,” he promised.

❄❤❄

Emma was woken to the sound of a cursing pirate. Rising from bed, she threw on panties, slippers, and a robe, then padded downstairs to see what the ruckus was all about. She silently watched Killian as he worked over the stove. He was bare, save for a pair of thin gray sweats; he didn’t even have on his hook and brace. A smile blossomed on her lips as he mumbled to himself, adding ingredients, stirring, flipping and tasting his creations. Silently sliding up behind him, Emma wrapped her arms around his waist and nuzzled his ear. “Something smells delicious.”

“That would be my pan seared scallops with lemon and garlic pasta.”

“I wasn’t talking about the pan seared scallops with lemon and garlic pasta.” She kissed along his neck smiling when he shivered.

Killian turned around in her arms with a boyishly happy smile and kissed her senseless. “Good morning, Swan.”

“Morning, babe. So how long does this have to cook for?”

“It’s nigh ready.”

“Killian, it’s nine in the morning. That’s not going to keep until lunch at one.”

“It doesn’t have to, these are just my practice batches.”

“As in more than one?”

“Aye, I need to find the right temperature and time to sear these tender morsels. If they go rubbery I shan’t have a chance of winning.”

Rolling her eyes, Emma peaked around her husband to see three pans, each with three scallops sizzling lightly. “And where am I supposed to cook my practice batches?”

Killian belly laughed at that and squeezed her closer. “You and I both know you have no intention of cooking more than you have to.”

“Shut up,” she muttered, narrowing her eyes at him before attacking him with kisses. Emma let her hands roam freely over his bare chest and further down his body.

Killian backed her up until her butt hit the table and leaned against her, pressing his erection against her belly. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to distract me from my pursuit of the perfectly pan seared scallop.” Killian pulled away from her lips and raised his eyebrow smugly. “Luckily, I happen to know you are insatiable and powerless against my prowess.”

Emma scoffed, “Your prowess?” He was so infuriating when he was right, and he smiled that annoying I’m right smile and cocked that knowing eyebrow. “It just so happens I was eager to wish you good morning. Now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to… I have other things to attend to. Some of us don’t need practice with our recipes,” she pouted.

“To hell with the scallops,” Killian murmured as he picked up their makeout session right where it had left off. Lifting her at the hips, he set her on the table and situated his body between her legs. “I’d much rather practice jabbing you with my sword.”

Emma laughed right into his mouth as he kissed her and said, “I love you, Captain Innuendo.”

“And I you, my pouty princess.”

❄❤❄

Around one, the ten participants, as well as all the dwarves and fairies, converged at Granny’s who had offered to host the event at the diner. Everyone was starved as the great recipe cook-off dishes were revealed. There was an awkward pause where everyone held their breath when Killian and Gold each proudly unveiled their dishes… pan seared scallops with lemon and garlic pasta.

“Hey, great minds think alike,” David said, attempting to diffuse the situation.

As Gold muttered under his breath, Killian shot David a look that said he must be out of his mind if he thought Killian’s mind was anything like the crocodile’s. Turns out the two had come further than anyone thought though, as they each eventually chuckled at David’s joke.

Everyone formed a buffet style line and helped themselves to each dish. Part of the game was providing the recipe for your dish, so each station had a stack of recipe cards in case anyone wanted to make the dish themselves. They sat and ate and visited, discussing everything holiday related - who was ready for the holidays, who still needed to shop, favorite decorations, the best part of the season, what each family was doing for the big day, and so many more subjects.

When it came time to vote, there were ten dishes to choose from. There was Emma’s pulled pork and mac and cheese, David’s shepherd’s pie, Mary Margaret’s Beef Burgundy, Regina’s lasagna, and Ruby’s spicy chicken enchiladas. There was also Dorothy’s deep fried chicken with mashed potatoes and gravy, Belle’s French onion soup in a bread bowl, Granny’s patty melts with onion rings, and of course Killian’s and Gold’s scallop dishes, which probably wouldn’t garner a single vote, as no one was going to pit them against each other - not even for something as trivial as a cook-off.

It turned out Emma Swan and her family and friends were exceptionally competitive. As the votes were being read aloud, there were accusations of using catered food, nepotism, favoritism, food sabotage, and even ballot tampering.

“My scallops were definitely better than the Crocodile’s,” Killian said as they clamored into the bug, once the lunch was over.

“Does it really matter, when I have this?” Emma asked smugly, holding up the first place plaque that Henry had asked Marco to fashion special for the event. Her husband sulked as he sat in the passenger seat, undoubtedly cursing Gold for the loss. “Oh babe, of course your scallops were better. You cooked them to tender perfection. But what’s most important is, I won the cook off, I won the cook off,” she sing songed as she danced around in her seat.

“Bad form,” Killian grumbled.

Emma shifted into first gear then placed a hand on his thigh and squeezed lightly. “I’m just teasing. Plus you have a chance at redemption since my overly competitive family decided to make the cookie exchange a tournament of cookies. You should call Gold, you know, to make sure your great minds don’t think alike this time.”

Killian scowled at her while pulling out his phone. He was going to find the best damn cookie recipe and win the competition.

❄❤❄

Emma and Killian sat in front of the fireplace enjoying the warmth of a crackling fire and the soft glow of their Christmas tree lights. Today they had wrapped gifts and prepared the house for Christmas with Henry. He was with Regina tonight and tomorrow morning, then he would spend the rest of the day with them. They’d spent this particular evening, Christmas Eve, at her parents home where they’d played cards, exchanged gifts, and eaten a meal fit for royalty. Killian was currently having a full on conversation with his present, an Amazon Echo, while Emma was sipping on a peppermint hot chocolate and reading the instructions for her new Nespresso Lattissima One. They were indulging in the quiet peace of the late evening after the flurry of activity the past couple days.

Killian had in fact won the cookie exchange tournament. The entries were anonymous to avoid favoritism of any type, and the panel of judges was comprised of the dwarves. They each received a plate with one of each cookie, and a scoring sheet. The cookies were judged on three categories - flavor, texture, and aesthetic. No one could resist scoring Killian’s hook shaped - which took away the anonymity - sugar cookies a perfect ten in the aesthetic column, making him the winner by a landslide. He’d gone all out with silver and black buttercream frosting for the hook, and red and green frosting for a holly sprig to adorn each one.

When Emma had asked him about the holly sprig, he’d explained to her that holly was a symbol of Yule, a holiday that some celebrated many years before, in the Enchanted Forest. He’d told her some people had used it to decorate doors, windows, and fireplaces, as it represented love and hope, and its prickliness was believed to capture or ward off evil spirits before they could enter a home and cause harm. He’d gone on to say that it was a masculine element, and the red berries represented potency, to which she’d requested he show her what type of male potency holly berries represented. He’d obliged willingly, of course. Three times.

The holiday party had been a huge success. They’d raised a pretty penny for the orphans at the convent, and Emma had even seen to it that Gold had to sing Barbie Girl, or cost the convent a grand in donations. Killian had laughed until he’d cried watching the Crocodile perform, and it wasn’t that the man couldn’t carry a tune, but the song was so damn ridiculous. When Gold had tried to turn the tables by nominating Killian to sing Yo Ho (A Pirate’s Life for Me), Killian had gone out of his way to ham it up and rock the house. Just about everyone had taken a turn signing for the good cause.

“Dance with me.”

“Hmmm,” Emma hummed as she looked up at her husband, who had stood up and was offering her his hand.

“Let’s dance.”

She placed her hot chocolate on the table next to her and took his hand, allowing Killian to sweep her up into his arms and around the room. He had Christmas music playing on the Echo as they twirled around the room. He stopped them under the mistletoe each time they passed under it and made sure to kiss her thoroughly.

Silent Night began playing as they stood under the mistletoe, and Killian held Emma in a close embrace and swayed gently to the slow song. Emma’s body shook in his arms and he leaned back to see what she was doing. “Why the tears, love?”

“I’m just so happy, Killian. This has been the best Christmas ever, thank you for making me fall in love with the holiday season.”

“Here, I thought you were in love with me all this time.”

Emma snort laughed through the happy tears and slapped his chest. “That’s exactly what I’m trying to say. I love you, Killian, so much.”

“I love you, Emma. Merry Christmas.”

#cssecretsanta2k18 #@delightfully-difficult-pirate #cs ff #cs fan fic #cs canon divergent #captain swan #csss2k18

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cawcawpeasants · 6 years ago

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Happy Birthday, Nozel

Yeah, I wrote something. Been some time. Hope y’all like it and also a good new year!

He was sitting in the dimly lit office, brooding over the cup of tea in front of him and staring at it, like it was holding the cure to all his issues.

Issues which have caused him a nonstop sour mood for at least a month now and a throbbing headache that had been holding on for nearly as long, too.

He threw a look out the window. It was dark outside already, well, at this time of the year night began at 4 pm, so that was not unusual. The snow was the only thing that sprinkled a bit light into all this darkness. Or what kind of muddy grey mess was left of it.

Nozel scrunched up his Nose.

Yeah, pretty was different. It definitely did not bring him into a festive or celebratory mood like others.

He leaned back in his high office chair and took a sip from his tea and instantly burned his tongue.

Annoyed from the new pain which flared up his headache again, he all but threw the offending beverage back on his desk.

Most wonderful time of the year, as if! he thought

He threw a look at the calendar hanging on his wall, which told him in bright letters that it was December, the 29th already. The year was as good as gone and he somehow managed to make it through the whole charade of anniversaries, events and of course Christmas with not only his relatives, but what seemed to be the whole noble court of clover.

It was a strain, it was a bother, but as royalty they had a reputation to uphold, which included representing their wealth and grandeur by hosting exquisite and lavish balls and celebrations.

The family exclusive part was mostly a dinner the night before, and even that was…difficult to go through sometimes.

It wasn’t that it was bad, or that he wasn’t grateful for what he had, but he remembered when this time was greater, warmer, happier.

He felt like something heavy was sitting on his chest. He had been feeling this the whole time now, rendering unable to get into a more uplifted mood.

He reached for the tea again, again finding it to be to his distaste, but for another reason this time.

Cold! How Disgusting. Well, only slightly more disgusting than in its hot state.

He decided, to take this as a sign that the tea would not help him any further in his problems. A quick look at his desk told him, that there, too, was nothing left that could divert his thoughts from depressing memories. He had worked through all the different papers, reports and requests, burying so deep in his work that it seemed he was well off for a while. This should last till at least the first weak of January, given that around new years things were rather slow in the kingdom.

Well, the people maybe were, but time sure wasn’t. A glance to the big watch across his desk told him, that the Calendar had been wrong.

It was the 30th already.

Happy birthday to me… 30 already, I cannot believe that this will be my 16th birthday without M-

Nozel stood up abruptly, forbidding himself to continue that thought

He grabbed his coat, extinguished the light and went on his way to the castle. He had thought about sleeping in his chambers at the Base, but since tomorrow he was supposed to present himself early for a royal only birthday celebration brunch at the castle anyways, he decided that it would make more sense in his bed there.

When he reached the inner court, he stopped for a small second, looking back at the windows of the castle which houses the Silver Eagles, but saw nothing that caused him to worry. He couldn’t wait to come back, after his birthday celebration and the new years ball. The two events usually mostly flowed into each other, causing it to be a long and exhausting thing to attend, let alone host and be centrum of.

He reached for his grimoire, looking through the pages until he found the spell to make a small mercury eagle he could ride on. He held the tome in his hands for a minute, staring at the familiar pages and binding, slowly tracing the pattern with his fingers. It was the best birthday gift he had ever gotten, it was his greatest pride in his life to possess a magic so similar to-

Mother…

His eyes sank away from the book, his fingers stilled, suddenly cold and numb. He gritted his teeth and put the grimoire away into its case.

It also brought him the greatest pain. He would have given everything, his magic included, if he could have had shown her his grimoire. His Magic. Who he became. She would have smiled kindly at him like she always did, she would be warm, and loving and honest in her Joy for him.

It seemed like another ten tons were added to the weights on his chest. He climbed onto the bird, before he would be anchored to the ground he stood on, destined to fall into an inevitably hole that would swallow him.

The flight back up to his home only took a few minutes, even though he wished it would’ve taken longer. He enjoyed the cool air across his face, it seemed to drown out the heaviness which had befallen him. Also, he knew that this would be his last private moment, alone with some peace and quiet, for all his birthday.

He closed his eyes and took one last deep breath as a preparation for tomorrow.

After he landed and passed all the palace guards, he stood in front of the royal families residences. He saw one or other room still lit, probably some servants making their preparations, but others-

“I had a feeling, you’d still be awake”

-probably night owls like him.

He passively glanced at the other man over his shoulder, the deep sooth voice had already told him was.

“I was working” was all Nozel answered.

Fuegoleon took that sparse answer, but not without raising an eyebrow that told Nozel exactly, that they both knew what was behind the Silva’s paper marathon. He had witnessed it for more than a decade now.

The tall redhead made a step in his direction, so they were standing side by side now. He mustered his appearance, squinting his eyes slightly at the sight of Nozel’s face.

“You look tired”

Nozel threw him an exasperated look, not deigning that an answer. They both knew how late, or rather how early in the day it was. And what the real reason for Nozels paler than usual complexion and dark shadows under his eyes was.

The other placed a hand on his shoulder. A warmth flooded from the space into the Silva’s body, making it somehow easier to breath.

“I would ask if you are okay, but I guess I will be getting the same answer.” Leon’s deep voice sounded. “How about we drink a glass of wine, talk a bit and then fall asleep easier to get up well rested and prepared.”

The pressure of his arm and the tone of the Vermilion made it clear, that that was neither a question nor an offer.

His pride and stubbornness about receiving orders from another one flared up in his chest, but the heaviness and the lack of sleep were rendering him without energy to put into a fight against the headstrong Vermillion.

And energy is something I should definitely be thrifty with right now. It will be too critical a thing for the next 48 hours.

His shoulders gave a little, he was letting out a breath he had seemed to be holding since Christmas and he felt himself relax a bit.

“Just one glass. I have to get up early after all.”

With that he stepped away from the Vermillion, leaving the warming touch behind, and carried himself over to the Vermilions side of the plaza with a steady and determined.

Leon smiled slightly at that, but his eyebrow was wandering up again. The Silva really couldn’t bother to appear weakened in any sort unless he was enclosed by walls and safe from the ever judging eyes of others.

He followed him in long strides, closing up on him. He opened the door to his families residence, who were all asleep. They could talk in peace for as long as Nozel needed. He had made sure of that.

Before the tall man let Nozel, he turned around once more.

“Before I forget it, Congratulations Nozel”

Nozel looked him in the eyes. This was a true, well meant statement, far different from the many hollow and empty ones he has heard. He knew that they always had been, coming from Leon he wouldn’t expect it any otherwise.

He felt the warmth from before, somewhere deep inside his chest, supressing the cold heavy numbness.

“Thank y-“

“Congratulations to finally being an official old man now, even though your hair colour has been letting that on for years now”

Nozel pushed himself past the grinning man into the entrance hall, letting out a loud breath through his nose to signalize his annoyance.

But even so, his headache was gone, and he felt as light as an eagle in flight.

#caw caw #Black clover #Nozel Silva #Cnat believe he is old now #well still sexy still sexy so all good #Fuegoleon vermillion #if you squint you might find a hint of leon x Nozel #I actually wanted to write something more romantic but my mood was just naah #you do not #be grateful imma let you dont you dare come with some extra wishes like some ungrateful heathen #so here is this #and there they ar #they have their moments okay #like nobody cant tell me that these two have a completely different nuace to their relationship when they are in private and alone #they never stop bickering and fighting and picking on each other #they might be adults but they are human too #let them be dumb #let adults be childish 2k19 #(but only in the right setting)#(they shoudnt be childish at work)#(people could die)#even yami takes that shit serious #anyways good night!

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atasteofchocolates · 2 years ago

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2022 highlights

So, I used to post a lot. I would like to start posting more again this year as a way to regulate my thoughts.

Why not start with a 2022 recap.

So this year was my first year living away from home. Myself and Bob moved into a lovely new build coach house in chard surrounded by fields and a resaviour. I can now say after a year of living here… this feels like home. Our house, Chard, south Somerset just feels like my new safe space and I must admit, I wasn’t too sure I would ever feel this way when I moved December ‘21.

Weddings! We attended two weddings this year and I attended my first ‘hen du’. I love any excuse to get dressed up and to see Bob looking all smart. And who doesn’t love a wedding.

We got COVID. ‘22 was the year covid finally got me, and it was rough. I have never felt so unwell in my life and get Bob got away with little to no symptoms.

I completed my level 4 in advocacy and jumped ship! I decided to make the move to change to a different advocacy provider, a better paying hybrid working company that is a charity. Thankfully, I completed my level 4 before I made the change and am now a qualified ‘independent mental health advocate’.

I have also completed my Level 2 in counselling. I have no idea if I have passed the course but will hopefully know soon. I turned down the opportunity to complete the level 3 this year as I didn’t want to feel overwhelmed with starting a new job, completing my advocacy training and wanting to come off my anxiety meds.

Speaking of… I came off my anxiety meds. I first went cold turkey… bad idea! I felt sooo unwell and dizzy and disorientated that it made me feel sick and I couldn’t leave my bed. I then decided to go back on them and come off very very gradually. Which seems to have worked!

Some sad news now as unfortunately this is probably one of the biggest things to happen in my family this year, my cousin committed suicide. I cannot believe that I am now grouped in with the families who have lost a loved one to suicide. I didn’t know my cousin very well, my family is too big and I am a lot younger then him. But I loved him anyway. He was family. But my heart broke more for my aunty and other cousin who lost her brother. I could not imagine loosing one of my brothers and my heart shattered for her. The funeral was massive, he was so loved. Over 200 people came so many that a lot had to stand for the service. That day I held my brothers tight and cried the most I had all year.

Some better news, we got a dog. She is called Brandi and she is a year old. I wanted a dog so bad I begged Bob for months was looking online for dogs that needed rehoming and even begged the landlord who surprisingly said yes. I drove us to Birmingham the night before where we stayed in a hotel before driving to Nottingham the next day to pick her up. I adore her.

We got to travel this year. We went to Valencia where I was reunited with Silvia. It was the best holiday I think I’ve ever had. She gave us such a good experience and we got to get to know her younger sister Clara a lot better too. The highlight was on our last night we got to visit her family home where we ate dinner on their terrace with her whole family before taking a walk around her small town outside of the city. It was unreal. We also went to Prague a few weeks ago to see the Christmas markets. It was great to be back after so long and to show Bob a place that meant so much to me. There was snow for the first few days and I got to meet up with Bety after a long time!

Saving the best till last. My niece Ari Mae Bell was born 23/05/2022 in the early hours of the morning. I wish I could put into words how much I adore this baby. But there are no words.

Here’s to 2023!

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list of bottom seokjin/ seokjin centric recs

key: ** is for fics i fell head over heals in love with <3

Jin Harem ;P

Roses By sereinity ** Summary: Jin wakes up in a train with no memory of how he got there, what he was doing there or where he was headed.

Just a Little by Feather_Song ** Summary: Seokjin slips into the wrong headspace at the wrong time and ends up with six doting hyungs. OR Literally just BTS giving Seokjin the love he deserves. It's that simple.

You know I love you by DarkPoetByTheSea Summary: Bangtan are beyond jealous watching Ken having fun with their boyfriend. The consequences are deserved.

Reign by kristalijah * Summary: Right now though, well nothing's wrong per se, but lately his young masters were getting a bit.. Touchy.

Just once by BlackBlood Summary: Jin was laying in the hospital bed, he still remembered the last time he had seen the other BTS members and he wished he hadn't left the way he did. Now that all treatment had failed, he wished he could've said goodbye. He wanted to see his fellow BTS members, even if it was for the last time. And there was only one treatment they hadn't tried before and Jin wished that just for once luck would be by his side, that just once he could get lucky.

just the three of us by Anonymous Summary: Seokjin, Yoongi, and Hoseok have a three-way. This is actually the norm for them.[non-idol, domestic au; seokjin’s casually trans in this also, nbd; alsox2 how many times can i use the word clit? spoiler: a lot.]

Our princess by selfproclaimed_princess

What I Go To School For by Humansunshine Summary: Seokjin lives out one of his longest-running fantasies. It’s tough being the prettiest one in a boys-only boarding school.

I wanna be your man by xJinniebunx Summary: Title from Boy in Luv and will probably change. Basically, Jin and the younger members get drunk, Jin gets clingy and all the members love him and want to do him. Thats it. That's the fic Also if you hop on my dick for me calling Jin princess, babydoll etc (even though it's a genuine kink but delulu fans so) I will scream k

Other Worlds by rokujin Summary: Abnormal description: Jin: What's the worst role you could take in a movie? 0613: A side-character Jin: What's worser than a side-character? 0613: The fact that you are one? ------------------------------------- Normal description:*crying inside 0613's stomach*

Hell Is 'Round The Corner by Chogiwha (Ac1c) Summary: Stares follow them wherever they go, accompanied by the ever-present whispers they’ve learned to tune out over time. 'Spoiled kids', some people call them, though no one would ever dare say it to their faces. 'Narcissistic'. 'Foolish'. 'Too greedy for their own good.'This little ‘club’ of theirs has a total of six members, each and every one of them rich beyond belief. There are some who view them as gods; perfect in every way imaginable. If you look no further than outward appearances, they may as well be, but even designer suits and expensive cosmetics can’t keep hiding the occasional cracks in those carefully crafted facades. They’ve never had to ask for anything. Whatever they want, they get, and the simplicity of it is almost too boring to bear. That is, however, until a new challenge appears; a race to get to the only thing that seems to stay just out of their reach, no matter how hard they try to catch up.The cards have been dealt, and now it’s only a matter of time until they find out who will get what they want most. Who will get him.

Bottled Of Feelings by JinIsMyLife Summary: The oldest and the youngest feelings for each other finally explode, and a whole lot of perverted things occur. How will the rest of the members feel though?

Fill my day with kisses by ceokjin * Summary: Seokjin's day could be considered a bad one, an awful one even. But he has six pairs of loving lips pressed against his own at different moments during the same 24 hours, so it all works out in the end.

Let Us Take Care Of You. by JinForLife Summary: Jin is overworked because of his idol work, college life and taking care of his pack mates. It pushed him into an early heat. The members decide to wind him down and let him take a break.

In The Midst of The Dark by gyugyu658 ** Summary: Basically, horror one-shots that only includes BTS. If there's any paring that I'll include, it's none other than Jinxbts.

Mouthful by mochibuns Summary: Seokjin looks good enough to eat, so Yoongi has the brilliant idea of eating sushi off of him. Hoseok and Taehyung are incredibly on board with this idea.

I Love You, We Love You by Anonymous YoonJinMin

Vitamin by resonae **! Summary: Bangtan watches 'Laws of the Jungle. They aren't happy to see Seokjin getting sick.

Save Me by resonae ** Summary: In 2016, a list of male idols with sponsors leak to the news outlet. Kim Seokjin's name is on it. -- In 2021, BTS is a group with four Daesangs, record-breaking albums, and six members. Everyone calls them a success. Jimin calls them a failure.

Till Your Body Burns Up by synful Summary: In which Jin is a first class energy draining incubus and Taehyung is the first class idiot that hits on him.

Coming of Age by resonae Summary: Apparently, a long time ago, Seokjin promised Jungkook they'd do things once Jungkook was an adult. All fine and good, except Seokjin's dating Jimin. Jungkook doesn't see a problem. Jimin's okay with it. Seokjin wants to not cook for either one for a month.

Noticed by fluffy_lee Summary: Notice: /noun/ the fact of observing or paying attention to something. A simple word that all the members understood but simply failed to do when it came to the eldest.

Protective by fluffy_lee ** Summary: The boys are protective of their too-pretty Seokjin Hyung.

Hell's Plaything by Krys007 ** Summary: There are things you shouldn't know... There are secrets that should never be revealed... There are mysteries that should never be discovered...Because in the end.. you will regret even choosing that decision.

A Little Coping Mechanism by Odengiie Summary: Little Kim Seokjin/Caregiver BTS AU that I've wanted to write for like a year now RIP Small collections of little Seokjin! The story will follow a general timeline but it's more fluffy scenarios, slight angst and a whole lot of Seokjin being adorable. If you have a problem with Littles etc then this story isn't for you leave now.

I'll warmly hold you by wayward_detective **! Summary: Nesting is a big part of adjusting to a new pack for an omega. Seokjin just takes a little time to build the perfect one.

The Beast Inside by minleaf ** Summary: Their small pack was usually overlooked but when they take in an abused beta and omega, suddenly all eyes are on them. They have to defend their new family, and if that meant falling in love and breaking a few bones then so be it.

Hold Me Tight by tinydust123 Summary: Jin looked at the full body mirror in the bathroom and a glimpse of his state right now stole his attention.

Gravity Assist by SugaMeUp Summary: Gravity assist (n): the use of the relative movement and gravity of an astronomical object to alter the path and speed of a spacecraft.Seokjin existed within a constellation, though he himself was not a star. He wasn’t even sure he would count as a planet - maybe just something unremarkable like an asteroid or a moon. That suited him best, he thought, because he too lacked his own light, and could only hope to reflect from others. Luckily, there were six stars in his constellation, so he was frequently surrounded by light. In which Seokjin is a paediatric nurse who helps six lost souls find their path and falls in love six times along the way.

A Criminal's Cure by Sonorous ** Summary: There is no cure for a murderer. The only way they can be satisfied is to murder again and again. Luckily, the genius scientists at BTS Laboratories have created a successful antidote for these depraved human beings— A man who was created to be used again, and again, and again.

Blinded by EndlessPossibiliTaes Summary: Seokjin gave up. Gave up hope. It's been 10 years in this foster home. He knew he was too old to be adopted. Not cute enough. Not easily influenced.Too smart for those simple tricks only a child will fall for. He was waiting for eighteen. Just one more year then he could be on his own. He goes to school, he'll graduate soon. He just wants to be on his own. In his own apartment that he's been saving up for by working at the mall as a cashier at jcpenny.

Bloody Secrets by JinIsMyLife Summary: With the ever growing popularity of Bangtan Sonyeondan, Kim Seokjin, the eldest member of the group has been feeling beyond content and satisfied. There were times in the past when his fears and insecurities would try to tear him down, but given how hectic their lifestyle now is, there hasn’t been much room for that feeling to show itself lately, but all of a sudden, he starts having disturbing dreams. More in the form of nightmares of someone beckoning him. Waking up in a cold sweat, he manages to forget about them during the daylight hours. Things take a sudden turn for the worse, when things he thought were just the stuff of myths rear their ugly head. Will the rest manage to save the oldest member from being taken away from them?

Others/Seokjin

Faster than anything, further than anywhere by wayward_detectivefor nyancchi Summary: Kim Seokjin, BTS’s angel maknae, had the entire kpop industry wrapped around his pretty fingers, and VIXX's main rapper was no exception.

JULY (but really December) by SodiumBicarb Summary: It was nearly three am and snowing when Seokjin decided that he was just going to ask for sex with an idol in the middle of the street instead of in a darkened alley like a civilized person. OR Remember how Kris spoiled Tao when they were both in EXO? Yeah. I wanted that for our boy Jin, so here it is. #spoiled!jin

Yoongi/Seokjin

Healing the scars by onepixel ** Summary: Yoongi visits Seokjin's apartment after a fight in the club... again.

Wrong number, Yoongichii! by xJinniebunx ** Summary: The title sucks i am sorry. Basically, based on the "I sent my picture of myself in the tub to my friend but I got the wrong number" AU. Yoongi is NOT portrayed as a selfish mean asshole like i see a few people doing too, And Jin is just as cute and soft as ever.

Switch by resonae ** Summary: When Seokjin picks up the Omega with the mint hair from the club, he couldn't have ever expected what happened afterwardOr: Omega!Yoongi is a top, and Alpha!Seokjin is a bottom.

I didnt expect you to be my princess by animelove21 ** Summary: There was something that has always bothered Yoongi. He has a consistent dream with someone he can only vaguely remember. Yoongi moves from Daegu to Seoul to further his studies in music and happens to meet shy, sassy, cute Kim Seokjin. (they happen to be in the same class) Competition is pretty fierce for Seokjin but Yoongi won't lose to anyone. Seokjin can be an airhead about love... and very awkward about confessions.

Red Satin Sheets by ourparadise Summary: It’s no secret that Bangtan Sonyeondan, Kim Seokjin was claimed and marked. This much is true. The events preceding are….difficult to explain. [non-con warning; read tags]

Broken by Coup Detat (MysteriousHarmony) ** Summary: When Kim Seokjin finds out that his mate has been cheating on him he takes their child, Taehyung, and leaves Namjoon - the Omega building up a support system in their new home as he comes to love an alpha named Yoongi. Meanwhile Namjoon is focusing on the growing success that is his music career, and on the pent up emotions he is experiencing from losing his mate.

Unforgiven by onepixel Summary: Seokjin is very popular among the students because of his look, uncommon intelligence and sweet-natured heart. Despite his kind personality he has few enemies. [non-con warning]

Now That I See You by resonae **! Summary: Seokjin is a prince trapped in a tower, and Yoongi is his guardian dragon. Things don't go like they're supposed to go.

Birthday Heat by bebeshark * Summary: Seokjin's birthday gets a little too hot...

need you here by dimpledprincejoon ** Summary: Yoongi misses Seokjin while he's on his trip, but at least his pillow smells good.

we'll go slow and high tempo by springwei **!! Summary: It's Yoongi's birthday and Seokjin wants to make it one to remember. pwp.

Sycamore by Tree742pm Summary: Of all the bullshit Kim Seokjin could handle, he sure as hell didn't know if he could handle this.

Coping by Brandon_Roseway Summary: Its Seokjin Birthday but something is off...really off.

Precisely When Somebody Shows You to the Ocean by sinkingmyships Summary: The longer Yoongi hangs around the tank in the aquarium, the more he thinks that Seokjin is, in fact, a real mermaid. “You’re really real,” he says, keeping his voice neutral. “You’re not acting, are you?” Seokjin smiles, yet it’s the saddest Yoongi has seen him. “I am acting, though. I’m pretending to pretend to be a mermaid.”

waist high (swimming in the river) by jesspava ** Summary: Kim Seokjin is stressed. Kim Seokjin is angry. Kim Seokjin does not get stressed or angry and is rarely anything other than accommodating even on his worst days, which leaves Yoongi staring down the tense line of his shoulders while his boyfriend stress shops in their local supermarket before realizing how bad he's fucked things up this time. or: "I better not be able to walk for a week," Seokjin says, not even bothering to look at Yoongi as he unbuckles his seatbelt and climbs out of the car.

Hoseok/Seokjin

My Sunshine by JinIsMyLife ** Summary: Based of this prompt given to me by a friend : Here's an idea Jin's a chaebol heir and his dad hired him a tennis coach so him and Jin can play tennis with his dad's colleagues but Jin is terrible at tennis so in comes hobi the new coach!!! During hobis matches Jin is always sitting in front row as his lil cheerleader and it boosts hobis ego up 200%

i'm on my knees (and i control your every move) by Throne ** Summary: You only fuck Kim Seokjin because Kim Seokjin lets you fuck him.

Hip Hip Hooray by smiles Summary: Hoseok is fascinated by Seokjin's waist-to-hip ratio. Sex ensues.

A Flawed Masterpiece (Love is Forever) by Odengiie * Summary: Smut shot about Hoseok loving his baby boy Jinnie and teaching him how to love himself. That's pretty much it Give 2seok some love man

Jingle Bells by honeydeath ** Summary: The thing about chasing is, it sends lust straight to Hoseok's core. Why? Because he has Seokjin as his prey.

Namjoon/Seokjin

A pack's price by EmpatheticShipper Summary: Kim Seokjin is an omega that was casted out of his pack after bringing home the scent of alpha's belonging to another pack. Wounded and alone, he meets two omegas who eagerly take him back to their den. He quickly realizes the rest of the pack members are all alphas and they take him in generously. But his old pack will not forget his betrayal so easily. With him being a target of both his old pack and a rival pack seeking new omegas, will Namjoon and the rest of the alphas be able to protect them?

Easy by Writerlia Summary: Kim Seokjin has never had it easy. From making it from an orphanage to making it through college, he's always worked hard. So when he scores a job at his dream office, he finds it hard to believe that everything will be smooth now. Or Kim Seokjin can't ignore the way his boss is a little too soft on him and it isn't easy.

Heart of War by paperhearts ** Summary: For the protection of his people, Prince Seokjin has to marry his fiancé’s killer: the alpha king of the most ruthless and feared kingdom in all the lands with a reputation of being a cold blooded monster on the battlefield.Worst of all, the omega prince doesn't even speak their language.

Honey by AlixSkyeDawg ** Summary: Keep talking." "What do you want me to talk about?" "Anything. Everything. Just keep talking." Or In which Namjoon helps Jin through a difficult incident, one drive at a time.

Strangers. by Eulalia_writer ** Summary: «"Row, row, row your boat gently down the steam. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, I can make you scream."». Jin turned around just to meet a blond kid gazing hungrily at him. «You sang that?» he wondered, a bit confused. «Yep. Anything wrong with that, baby?» the stranger purred back. «Look, I don't know you, but I'm pretty sure that's not what the author meant.». «Yeah? Well, I don't know you, but I'm pretty sure that's exactly what I meant.» .aka. Namjoon and Seokjin meet in a club and end up fucking in the bathroom.

Venus by Dumbtard (sophiethung) ** Summary: Kim Seokjin is scared, wounded and alone. On the verge of death, he stumbles into unknown territory, desperate to get away from his attackers and former pack. When a Beta and an Omega find him, he's certain he's going to die. But they lead him to their den, where he is given a generous home. But, being both a traitor and the single most sought-after Omega in the entire region, Jin is not sure even Namjoon will be able to protect him.

I Told You, I'm A Monster by SarahBear1013 ** Summary: Kim Namjoon was an ordinary man. Incredibly smart. Bright future all laid out for him. Until that fateful day. It shouldn't have happened. He never should have been there. But fate was not on his side. Now, his only hope is Kim Seokjin. An unbelievably handsome, bright, kind, intelligent doctor who will stop at nothing to gently pierce the onion-like layers that make up Namjoon's complicated psyche. Will Namjoon be open to help? Or will Seokjin's efforts all be for nothing, causing him to go as insane as Namjoon has become?

Don't break this too, my dude by Dumbtard (sophiethung) * Summary: They're all quite drunk. Mistakes are made.(or the one in which Namjoon subconsciously misses Jin and it drives Suga crazy)

My Last Dance. by SarahBear1013 Summary: Seokjin. The sugar baby. The star of The Pi Ttam Nunmul. The numbed lost soul. The aspiring singer and actor. The dreamer. Namjoon. The penniless writer. The hopeless romantic. The intelligent, wise, old soul. The idealist who wants to find love. The Duchess. Cunning. Manipulative. Dangerous. Beautiful. She can bend anyone to her will. She always gets what she wants.Namjoon and The Duchess both happen upon The Pi Ttam Nunmul on the same night. They both catch Seokjin's eye. Namjoon can give him love and the chance to open up his closed-off heart. The Duchess can give him financial security and an escape. Who will Seokjin choose? Or will he get a chance to choose before it's too late? In a world of intrigue, darkness, mystery, secrets, seduction, and lies, love is for the highest bidder. Anything can happen, only at The Pi Ttam Nunmul, because you will see at least one of those fluids – blood, sweat, or tears – by the time you leave.

Unfinished Business by They_call_me_baepsae Summary: Namjoon and Jin got divorced two years ago after Namjoon made a huge mistake. They kept a cordial relationship because of their daughter, Haru, and after all that time, Namjoon thought he could get Jin’s heart back. However, a new man appeared on Jin’s life and that will change the whole situation. or Namjoon wants Jin back, Jin can't forget and forgive, Haru wants NamJin together and Jaehwan is shaking their whole world.

Fate Led Me To You (Now Let Me Love You) by MinGenius99 Summary: Seokjin did not believe he'd ever have a happy ending. How many happy endings did you ever hear an unmated Omega with a child have?But fate is a funny thing. What's meant to be will always find it's way. And Kim Namjoon tries his best to get Seokjin to see that.Because of fate, they found each other.

They Say it Takes a Village (But I Think I Just Need You) by SuperBlondie Summary: It has been one thousand three hundred and eighty-four days since he's last seen Seokjin. Not that he’s counting or anything. OR The day Namjoon meets two little boys that he didn't know existed and everything that happens after.

will you let me? by fairytaleglitch Summary: namjoon likes to watch porn.alot.and it is most deffinitely Not A Problem, thank you very much.unfortunately for him...real life sex just never seems to live up to his fantasies.until one day he catches jin undressing and thinks he might have just found the solution to his non-problem.

Light of my life, fire in my loins (be a good baby, do what I want) by sungmin (jeonggukkie) ** Summary: Namjoon exudes power in everything that he does. From the bass of his voice that thrums low in Seokjin’s gut with every whisper and growl, to his stature as he looms over everyone (including those taller than him), to the way he swipes a once pristine cloth over the stainless metal of his guns, soaking up the blood and dirt medals earned from the nameless men killed at any given time. A pink tongue slides over plump lips as Seokjin forces his eyes up to Namjoon’s own when he speaks again, going over their latest heists and how some grunts had nearly jeopardized things worth more than their lives warranted. It’s always amused Seokjin how out of the two of them, Namjoon is the boss. He’s a hustler in any and every sense of the world- and he’s entirely proud of it. Seokjin himself is one of Namjoon’s many prizes. And as far as Namjoon is concerned, Seokjin’s only earned title is bitch.

The Shaman and the Exorcist by metastacia ** Summary: Seokjin doesn't believe in ghosts. Which would cause a huge uproar if everyone knew since he's kind of a big deal at his university; he's a shaman who protects people from evil spirits. He doesn't remember where he got the idea to do this from, all he knows is that superstitious people pay good money. Namjoon does believe in ghosts. Better yet, he can see them and he can fight them. But there's a certain phoney shaman at his university who's stealing all his clients in his exorcism business, and he's not happy about it because haunted people pay good money. So what do they do? Figure out who's closet is holding all the skeletons, of course.

Spine Breaker by metastacia * Summary: The clock is ticking, Jeon Jeongguk only has two bottles of water, one lunchbox, and ten bombs with which he has to kill six people if he wants to live. He's just eighteen and the only experience he has throwing bombs includes sitting in front of his screen, smashing buttons on his controller and swearing at his longstanding in-game rival, VforVictory. Someone has recreated the hit warfare videogame, Spine Breaker, and although Kim Seokjin is the mascot of the game, he knows nothing about how to play it but now finds himself launched in the middle of a stranded island, his bombs missing, his glasses smashed, and a pursuer who wants something more sinister than just his death. Min Yoongi knows why he's here. He knows why everyone is here, but his battles had begun long ago. The clock is ticking and Yoongi is running out of time, but he knows that zero is not the end. It's kill or be killed.

Enough by TheHalesNyx * Summary: tumblr prompt from anon: "How about Namjin with bottom jin and namjoon has a praise kink? Which jin indulges in of course... "Namjoon is sitting on the bed closest to the window, leaning back on his palms. His back is to Seokjin, but the elder can tell that Namjoon is spaced out, staring out the window at the encroaching darkness. The view is nice, but Namjoon’s thoughts are too prevalent. He’s wearing his own yukata, just as loosely, and Seokjin wonders, with a smile, if he walked down the hall with his chest on display.

look here (don’t run away) by sugababy9393 Summary: hoseok was late and seokjin was desperate. an alpha came in and really, he didn’t have much choice.

Let Me Give You a Hand by jinfanfics Summary: Kim Seokjin just became the youngest Beta in the history of their company to be chosen to present a project to one of their most important clients. Kim Seokjin also had the misfortune to ride the elevator with the man who wasn’t particularly fond of him, none other than Kim Namjoon, the creative director of his department. It would have all been fine, if Namjoon hadn’t just found out his secret which could cost him, not only his position as the head of the new project, but also his job as well!

You can get into a trap even if you are smart by reisar * Summary: They were two things Namjoon wanted in his life, first was his career and second finding a mate that he loves and cherish. He hated to admit it but he wanted a romantic first meeting and something like a love from first sight moment, someone who was exciting to be around and nice to talk to, someone beautiful that would make other Alphas envy him. He didn't even imagined getting forced into arranged marriage

you have 1 new message by bazooka Summary:r u n c h r a n d a. fuck this is going to sound like the weirdest shit okay look i used ur selcas to catfish and this older dude is gonna buy me stuff but i have to send him a selca with a peace sign~ * ~ pingkeu jin ~ * ~ hahahahahahaha wtf

Rejected Alpha by Little_Dimples Summary: Sequel to Registered Alpha Namjoon is really nervous. It's his third year applying to be an omegas registered and his second time getting rejected. But third lucks a charm right ? Seokjin is so different then the other omegas he's used to, he doesn't know if what he's doing is right at all. Will this year be another rejection ?

Everyone's got a secret (What's yours? What's yours?) by Odengiie ** Summary: Seokjin is the college-famous guy who gives other students blowjobs in one of the bathrooms through a Glory Hole. Nobody knows that it's him, until Seokjin makes the discovery that the guy he loves blowing the most is someone a little too close for comfort. -Title from Motionless in white - Rats

Jimin/Seokjin

milky white by agreements ** Summary: Jimin can't take his eyes off Seokjin's beautiful, milky white legs.

Sweet Scent of Home by honeydeath ** Summary: Seokjin and their pup were the only things Jimin needed in his life.

To you I gravitate by Odengiie ** Summary: Jin can't keep his eyes off of Jimin at the MV shooting.

Possesive Parks by honeydeath **! Summary: Jungkook eyed his father with disapproval, staring directly into the alpha’s shocked orbs as if challenging him, I dare you,because no one can kiss his appa except him.

Weekend With The Parks by honeydeath Summary: 8 months old baby Jungkook splayed his unheld tiny palm on his father’s nose, covering the bridge and tugged them with his newly building strength. Jungkook was as mischievous as he looked.

Don't Go by honeydeath Summary: Jimin should have stayed when Seokjin asked him to. Now that something happened to his mate, all hell broke loose.

Unexpected Distraction by jinfanfics Summary: “We’re coming back from a party in a group and we’re all squished together in a little taxi and there’s not enough seats so you’re laying across everyone in the back and somehow your head ends up directly in my lap and you’re looking up at me and your mouth is moving and I know you are saying something to me but I can’t focus because you’re laying on top of me and I’m looking down at you and you’re all giggly and happy and you’re so fucking cute and I’m a lil bit tipsy and holy shit I can’t focus” AU taken from Tumblr

Yoga Is Fun by honeydeath ** Summary: Tell me, who in the world could resist Seokjin in a bewitchingly tight-fitting yoga pants? Not Jimin, obviously.

Taehyung/Seokjin

Not a Star in the Sky by DarkStunning Summary: Taehyung must be sin personified. He comes into their lives, bitter and detached, though he pretends to be funny and cute, but under that smile is something sinister. [non-con warnings; past child abuse]

You and Me in Eternity by nyancchi ** Summary: "I'll forever be your home, stay here and be mine." "Even if it is made from gold, it is still a cage." . . "Submit to me" "I'll never"

Twilight Amour by sereinitea Summary: In which a fanciful lion meets a serene, delicate deer. With their emotions raging in their chests, that made them do the impossible, of all romantics.

Expensive Cologne. by Sonorous * Summary: Kim Seokjin had just moved into a new high school, and all he wanted was for his final year to go smoothly. However, a certain second-year had become infatuated with him— dangerously.

Sold To My Alpha by Chrysallion * Summary: Kim Seokjin is sold to the prince of the North Kingdom. Note:: taejin, kookjin

Jungkook/Seokjin

Drenched in Sin by celestjals ** Summary: Jungkook finds his stepbrother, Kim Seokjin, suddenly appearing before him after leaving to Japan for 2 years. Not only does Jungkook have to deal with the recent death of his mother, but also how Seokjin glows brilliantly under the lights. He relives the memories he has buried deep in his heart every time he sees Seokjin in corner of his eye. As he journeys through the road to adulthood, Jungkook must choose between family and love. [non-con warnings]

Love And Chocolate by Etna Summary: "We have to maintain a strictly professional relationship with the family, Seokjin. We're the staff, and it's up to us to keep a certain distance. "Seokjin has been out of work for a half a year when he's hired to work as a personal chef for the wealthy Park family. He's in love with the extravagance of their kitchen: the granite worktops, the well-stocked spice rack, the fact that they can actually afford kobe beef. But the sweetest thing in the house turns out to be the youngest son of the family. Jungkook is kind and funny and smart and the way he smiles at Seokjin makes his heart skip a beat. But no matter how tempted, Seokjin can't possibly risk his job and close the gap between them.

Close to You by JinIsMyLife, jinsan Summary: Jungkook was supposed to be doing his homework, when he suddenly stumbled across a link with a picture of a very familiar mole on the back of that persons neck. Normally seeing something like that wouldn’t have arisen his suspicions, but something about that person made him click on said link. He felt so many different emotions on finding out what his long time crush does on his spare time. But for some reason Jungkook can’t look away from the beauty that Seokjin is, even while in front of a camera. Seokjin whom Jungkook has been crushing on since he can remember. A feeling recuperated by Seokjin, but because of what he does, he feels inadequate to ever be with Jungkook. Jungkook’s older brother feeling fed up tries to find ways to get them together. It might have backfired on him though, so now he doesn’t know what to do.

Lover boy by Aresk Summary: Jungkook fell in love in his first year of highschool with the boy who his brother bring over everyday.Jimin introduced him as Kim Seokjin and Jungkook knew he'll remember this name for a lifetime. 5 years later, they meet again. This time not as Jimin's (boy)friend and Jimin's brother but as Jin, the Art teacher and Jungkook, his art student.

Stuck with U by jinfanfics Summary: Going on a roadtrip with some friends and woah wait WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE? And what do you mean you screwed up our reservations and NOW I HAVE TO SHARE THE ROOM WITH ONLY ONE BED IN IT WITH THE GUY I CAN’T STAND?!! And what the FUCK IS WITH ALL THIS SEXUAL TENSION BETWEEN US?!!!

Pack Dynamics by Roce (Adderrr) Summary: Seven boys, lost in the world, find each other and form an unexpected bond. Jin feels unwanted.Namjoon wants to form a pack. Yoongi feels alone.Hoseok wants to find a new pack. Taehyung wants a mate. Jungkook wants to find a pack that will accept him. Jimin wants to prove he's strong. "Give me your hand, save me"

Love is not over by KaisuMarissa Summary: "Love is not for me..." That is what he tough as he looked down to the road below him. ".....! Don't jump!" could be heard behind him. He didn't care and let go. He didn't fell tho. He was saved by the person who rejected him.

I'm Not a Little Kid by i_dont_know_what_fandom_im_in_anymoreFandoms Summary: "You can't tell me what to do Jungkook-ah. I'm the elder here not you." "But I'm the alpha here, Seokjin. Now your going to listen to me and get your perky ass on that bed." Or Jungkook is tired of Seokjin not taking him seriously and decides to put a stop to it.

Honey, You're an Omega by Throne Summary: Statistics show that 1 in every 7 people will be an omega.

Punishment by oshie_mxshi Summary: In which Seokjin gets punished, but Jungkook is slightly whipped. Oh and Yoongi is done with their shit.

rainy day blues by wonhoshi Summary: jin hears something he shouldn't have on jeongguk's headset and after being scolded, the boy ends up having an issue he needs his eldest hyung to help him out with.

Close to You by JinIsMyLife, jinsan * Summary: Jungkook was supposed to be doing his homework, when he suddenly stumbled across a link with a picture of a very familiar mole on the back of that persons neck. Normally seeing something like that wouldn’t have arisen his suspicions, but something about that person made him click on said link. He felt so many different emotions on finding out what his long time crush does on his spare time. But for some reason Jungkook can’t look away from the beauty that Seokjin is, even while in front of a camera. Seokjin whom Jungkook has been crushing on since he can remember. A feeling recuperated by Seokjin, but because of what he does, he feels inadequate to ever be with Jungkook. Jungkook’s older brother feeling fed up tries to find ways to get them together. It might have backfired on him though, so now he doesn’t know what to do.

Reason by seokkookie Summary: Because of Taehyung, he did this. Because of his love for Taehyung, he sacrifice himself And because of Taehyung, dangerous come in a shape of a guy named Jeon Jungkook. Preview "I'm sorry but he's diagnose having a leukeamia." Jin felt like the world had stop once he hears those words coming out from the doctor's mouth * "Taehyung, don't leave me." Jin chokes a sob while hugging the lifeless body of Taehyung. * I'm sorry for lying to you Jin. I am not Kim Taehyung. The real me is Jeon Taehyung.

You STARTED IT! by jinfanfics ** Summary: I saw you trying to hit the “door close” button in the elevator but I made it in and then I pushed every single button to make you later for work, but now we’re stuck in this fucking elevator as it stops at every single floor and I don’t know what to say other than “you started it” AU

don't mess with me today or I will cut your dick off by hoewith2biases* Summary: Seokjin is having a shit day but then it ends not so shit...

Geurae WOLF Naega WOLF (awoo~) by jinfanfics ** Summary: Jungkook really doesn’t want to be here. Not when he is supposed to be helping his father with the pack and training to be the strongest Alpha ever. How is enrolling him and Yugyeom in some werewolf academy/University/whatever shit it was, going to ‘help him grow’ as his father had told him? Jungkook was sure that that was a code for him ‘to get laid and enjoy life a bit’, since his old man always insisted that he should find himself a ‘cute little Omega to fuck’. That perv. Now, instead of fighting potential enemies, Jungkook is stuck in this shitty place, fending off horny Omegas, dealing with their pathetic jealous Alpha boyfriends while constantly running into that broad-shouldered Beta with intriguing eyes, who does nothing, but infuriate him most of the time.

Pregnancy and Tony Stark by Odengiie ** Summary: jin and jungkook are having a baby. cuteness ensues. junkook wants to name the baby tony stark.

Tell me you love me by ace23 Summary: "What’s my hand without your heart to hold?" They had it all planned. Or so they thought. Meeting someone new might prove to be a test that their relationship will have to face. Can destiny change?

Cotton Candy and Roses by Odengiie Summary: Seokjin starts his heat early, But Jeongguk is there to help his mate through it.

Opposites Attract by jinfanfics * Summary: At first glance, Kim Seokjin seemed like the perfect Omega. He was gentle, kind and caring. However, there was one thing that made him stand out.He hated Alphas. Also, he wasn’t the typical submissive kind of Omega, much to everyone’s surprise.And there was one particular Alpha that made his blood boil. Jeon Jungkook, a cocky Alpha who lived down the hall, and was intent on pissing Jin off. What angered Jin even more was that the Alpha smelled so good to him, but he would be damned to let that show.

Principal Jeon. by Sonorous Summary: Every single day for the past week, Seokjin has been called down to Principal Jeon's office for no reason in particular. This time, however, he is called down and the principal finally gets what he wants from Seokjin.

Would you be my love (Because I fell for you) by Odengiie * Summary: AU where Jin debuted with a girl group (TWICE) instead under the guise of being a female, tricks the entire kpop industry into beleiving him, until Jeon Jeongguk finds him in the boys toilets after a show. Features cameos from TWICE obviously, EXO, Wanna One, Vixx you name it, it's going in the fic

Best of Me by MmeIrene Summary: “Hyung,” he said, carding a hand up through Seokjin’s hair—black again, now—and leaning his own head in briefly. “Relax. This is supposed to be fun.” Seokjin glanced at him. “I know,” he murmured. “But everyone is looking at us.” Seokjin wasn’t wrong, of course, about the staring. It was date night. And Jeongguk had suggested the club because he wanted to dress up and he wanted to dance. It wasn’t his fault that people noticed when he and Seokjin stepped through the door. Takes place a few years after "East of the Sun," but can be read as a stand-alone.

Young sweethearts by mimnen Summary: Jin is a mate of the packs leader, which was every Omegas dream. He and his mate however have a five year age gap between them, and the gap has never seemed bigger when they are moving forward in their relationship.

East of the Sun by MmeIrene ** Summary: Seokjin presented as an omega at eighteen years old. The first time he brought an alpha home for a heat, Jeongguk punched a hole in the wall. He was thirteen. But that was not where their story began. The truth was this: Jeongguk had always loved Seokjin.

Sold To My Alpha by Chrysallion * Summary: Kim Seokjin is sold to the prince of the North Kingdom. Note:: taejin, kookjin

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