#2022 Xmas fics

[panye]

fic post: when did i first know? i always knew

Niall Horan/Shawn Mendes (main), Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson (side), Zayn Malik/Liam Payne (side) | 7.7k | Explicit

Shawn has thought about marrying Niall more times than he can count, but there’s a palpable difference in the way he feels around kids now. It’s gone from an immeasurable amount of love for being Uncle Shawn to Harry and Louis' children, to wanting to experience these moments for himself with his own kids.

He has a feeling that has a lot to do with the way he feels about Niall, too.

Or, it takes Christmas Eve spent with two dads, four uncles, and two children under 6 for Shawn to realize he might want kids of his own. He's nervous Niall won't feel the same way.

A fic for @1dchristmasfest

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

as my first act of 2023 im gonna expose myself: yes i did snap and wrote a vocaloid fic a while back, here it is

[kellanved-ammanas]

Baby Flamethrower

Summary: Pyro makes a special gift for Scout.

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Pyro had made plenty of flamethrowers before, he’d been making them in some form or another for about as long as he could remember. Since he’d started making them to use specifically as weapons, they’d all been made under the assumption that he’d be weighed down by his suit. So it being big and bulky too was a given; something he tried to mitigate for ease of use but otherwise wasn’t a concern. This one wasn’t for him though. It had to be small and lightweight enough to allow one to sprint around with it.

Making one that fit that bill was easy enough even if he did have to sacrifice quite a bit of fuel capacity. The hard part was making it safe for the user. Scout didn’t typically wear any kind of fire resistant clothing so flame blow back had to be reduced to near zero. But finally after much tweaking and modifying he had something that should work while also being quick and safe to holster and unholster.

It was only a little more advanced than the classic ‘cigarette lighter plus can of hair spray haphazardly engineered into a single piece of equipment’ that had been Pyro’s go-to when first starting to build such things but it was still pretty neat. It’s range being shorter than Pyro’s full-sized flamethrowers and low fuel capacity made it a less effective weapon but maximum effectiveness wasn’t always the goal – otherwise like half the weapons the team used wouldn’t exist – and it could still be used to set people and things on fire and that’s what matter most. It was fun and the enemy being on fire more often was good for the war effort, right? But mostly it was just fun.

Except… Scout didn’t like fire as much as Pyro did. Apparently he even saw it differently; oranges and yellows instead of pretty dancing rainbows. So what if he didn’t appreciate the gift? And it was work related, what if that made it a bad gift? Pyro had heard that somewhere before, hadn’t he? What if Scout didn’t just not appreciate it but actively hated and was offended by it?

Pyro should’ve thought about these things before deciding to start working on it. He’d just been so excited by the idea though and the following thought of them working together to spread even more fire during battle than he could do by himself. It was too late to do anything else though with the Christmas party coming up in just a few days. So he’d just have give it to Scout and hope for the best.

~

“You sure you don’t want to come home to Boston with me?” Scout asked as Pyro joined him by the food table. It was still pretty early in the team’s Christmas party so he wasn’t drunk yet, making this a good time. “I asked Mom and she says it’s okay. I even told here about, um…” Scout gestured vaguely at Pyro. “… you know, your thing with the suit and she says she’ll handle it if anyone wants to make fun of you or whatever. And, of course I’ll take care of it too, if you know what I mean. No one’s allowed to make fun of you or give you a hard time.”

Part of Pyro did want to go to Boston with Scout for Christmas but… Scout had a big family. Supposedly not all of them would be there but a lot of them would. Assurances from Scout and his Mom or no, Pyro wasn’t sure he was ready to meet them even, especially so many at once. People were difficult to deal with and often not very nice when first meeting Pyro. Scout defending him would just cause conflict and Pyro didn’t want to be at the center of any of that. So… “I’m sure.”

“Well, okay. If you change your mind anytime between now and when I leave tomorrow, just let me know.”

Pyro nodded his understanding. He liked going home with Engie though even if, starting last year, he was third-wheeling with Spy along for the ride too. There was plenty of room out there though for the two of them to get some alone time and for Pyro to have some space to himself as well. Maybe next year he’d be up for Boston… big maybe though.

Regardless, that’s not what he’d approached Scout for today. He shifted the wrapped gift box out from behind his back to offer towards Scout. “I got you a gift.”

Scout’s eyes widened as he placed his half eaten Christmas cookie back on the tray so he could accept the gift. “What is it?” He held it up to his ear and gave it a shake that shouldn’t give anything away as Pyro had made sure to store it safely and securely. “Wait, don’t tell me. I should wait for Christmas to open it.”

“No. Open it now.” It being a weapon meant he probably shouldn’t open it near family, pets, and potentially children.

“Really? You sure?”

Pyro nodded again.

With a shrug, Scout set into pulling the wrapping paper off, revealing the case Pyro had made for it too just for fun. Upon flipping that open, he gasped. A good gasp or an offended one? Pyro couldn’t tell. “Is this… a baby flamethrower?”

Not how Pyro had been thinking of it but close enough. He nodded again. “It’s heavier but I tried to make it balance similar to your scattergun.” Getting it exact was impossible but he’d done pretty good as far as he was concerned. “Not that you have to…”

“This is awesome! Come on, let’s go test it!” He closed the lid, allowing him to place the case under his arm and and use his other hand to grab one of Pyro’s to pull him along.

Pyro had almost no choice but to go along. “You really like it?” he asked when they finally came to a stop a short time later in the shooting gallery.

“Yeah of course dude, it’s awesome. I can set people on fire with this!” Ah, perhaps then, even if Scout didn’t love it quite as much, he still loved fire. Really, in hindsight, who didn’t love fire? It was too wonderful not to.

[crazybutgood]

Gift 7 (makeitp1nk)

This present is for @makeitp1nk from @ladderofyears!

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Image description: a paper gift box with a cream lid and pink ribbon. A tag is attached to it. On the tag, it is written, in cursive in black ink: Dearest Makeitp1nk, My sweet friend, fandom is enriched by your presence, your generosity & your talent. You're so loved, my darling. Thank you for being my friend. — Emma xxx

Inside, a gift to Harry from Draco, who says:

Image description: the pink gift box is opened. The gift inside is in the foreground: a black origami wix's hat (or is it cake?)

The gift theme is based on M's sweet fic; check it out here!: Is It Love?

[decks-writing-blog]

Gift

Summary: Beheaded has a gift for Ghost.

Another entry in my Mute Buddies series.

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Typically Friend only headed in one direction through the island, never turning back. This time though, as soon as the Wanderer joined them, they’d gestured heavily for them to follow before leading the way back towards where they’d come from. So, curious, Wanderer followed.

Separate from Friend, they’d already explored back this way as far as they could go and hadn’t found anything of much interest. Friend had clearly been on the island far longer though so if they insisted there was something back this way that the Wanderer needed to see then there likely was.

Friend led the way all the way back to the dead end room. Wanderer had been here once when Friend’s goo form had fallen from a pipe in the ceiling to roll over and into the body that lay beside a bloodstained stone, confirming that the body was merely a vessel for them to control. Friend didn’t go back into that area though, instead stopping just outside it. Where they crouched down and pull a brick out of the wall, revealing a hiding place from which they withdrew a small box.

They then shifted into a more proper sitting position. Placing the box on their lap, they took off the lid and placed it to the side next to the loose brick. From the box, they pulled out a long thick strip of redish pink fabric, measuring it with their hands as they went. Once they apparently had an acceptable amount, they held it with one hand and used their other to reach into the box and pull out a pair of scissors to carefully snip it with. Then, after putting the scissors back and the box aside, they offered the strip of fabric to Wanderer with a small flourish.

Wanderer of course accepted it, taking it into their own smaller hands. It was pleasantly soft and silky to the touch and a pretty vibrant colour that stood out against the mostly drab colours of everything else on the island. Wanderer wasn’t a good judge of such things but it seemed to be fairly high quality and thus likely valuable. What were they supposed to do with it though? They’d never been gifted anything before so… how were they even supposed to respond?

Friend snapped their fingers, drawing Wanderer’s gaze back up to them. They mimed tying something in a knot.

Ah, okay. Wanderer didn’t get it but if that’s what they were supposed to do with it… they tied a knot in it. Maybe they were supposed to tie multiple knots in it. Before they could start on a second though, Friend shook their head, even miming a ‘no’ with their hands. They then gestured for Wanderer to give it back.

Well�� Wanderer had tried. They handed it back.

Friend carefully undid the knot and straightened it out a bit before leaning forward to loop it around Wanderer’s neck. They then tied it at the front, keeping it in place. Wanderer couldn’t see it well from this angle of course, but the particular knot seemed to be deliberate in its shape.

Once they were done, trying it securely but still comfortably, Friend pulled back and straightened. They then gestured for Wanderer to follow again. This time, it was just up and over to the mirror that the odd fellow with the scroll liked to hang out by.

Upon seeing themself in the mirror, the redish pink cloth suddenly made since. It was a bow. In hindsight, they maybe should’ve known that given how Friend’s mushroom and maggot pets had such bows tied cutely onto them with what was clearly a piece of ribbon from the same spool. Wanderer had never seen an untied bow before though so how were they supposed to have known?

They looked up at Friend again to give them a slight nod in thanks. Later they’d have to find a way to get Friend to teach them how to tie the bow so they could take it off to keep it from getting dirty or damaged during battle and then put it back on when they wanted to. Also, perhaps they’d have to find something to give as a gift to return the favor. For now though they were content to admire their gift for a little bit longer.

[sorry-apsalar]

Christmas Cookies

Summary: Fry intends to throw a proper Christmas party this year.

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Evil killer Robo-Santa be damned, this year Fry was going to throw the best Christmas party the world had ever seen. Or if not the world – because he wasn’t delusional enough to believe himself anywhere even close to capable enough to be able to pull that off – then at least in recent Planet Express history. Like since he’d started working with them kind of recent. That he could do because none of those parties had been all that great so surely he could do better… maybe. He was going to try at any rate.

To deal with the whole Santa wanting to kill people problem, he’d hold it in the Planet Express basement. Not the most spacious or comfortable of places but he and Bender hung out down there all the time to avoid work and in the process had already largely cleared it out of useless junk that kept getting in their way. He’d probably have to ask Bender for help moving a few more things but probably, hopefully, nothing too bad.

First came the music, the most important part of a party. All the modern Christmas music was about the evil Santa killing people and whatnot; not the vibe he was looking for. So since he had to use old music anyway, why not he stuff he grew up with? He pirated it of course, using what Bender had taught him about modern digital piracy, because he couldn’t afford to purchase as much as he’d have wanted. And why should he have to buy songs he’d used to own anyway?

Next came the lights, tinsel, wreath, and even a Christmas tree, not a real one unfortunately but it would do nonetheless. All easily acquired through the internet. The special Christmas punch was also easy as this was far from Fry’s first time getting ready to make spiked punch for a party. He just had to make sure it was Christmasy by adding nutmeg or something to it too.

The hard part came when it was time to prepare the Christmas sugar cookies. He’d never been much of a baker and while he could do store brought that would be sacrilege. So, the morning of Christmas Eve, he set to trying his best. How hard could it really be? He’d used to help with this all the time as a kid. Yeah, with adult supervision, but he was an adult now too so surely he could do this just fine by himself.

Bender poked his head into the kitchen only a few seconds after the fire alarm starting blaring. “What’cha burning?”

A bit to distracted by the fire on the tray of ‘cookies’ he was currently holding, Fry didn’t answer as he hurriedly – but still carefully as possible lest this disaster grow any worse – put it on the stove top. At least he’d remember to wear oven mitts before picking it up. But now what? How did he put it out? Water! … He should douse it with water from the sink!

Before he could even grab a pot to start filling, Bender stepped forward and sprayed whit foam over it with his hand. “Lucky for you, I just got my fire extinguisher tank refilled a couple days ago.”

“Thanks.” Fry’s heart was hammering still. This was why he didn’t try to bake often. Things were so easy to forget once hidden away in the oven.

To put off having to explain things for a bit, he jogged over and turned off the fire alarm. With that done though there was nothing left to do but to return to the stove and frown down at what was supposed to have been sugar cookies. But hey, at least when covered with fire extinguisher foam, they were hidden from view.

“I’m trying to make Christmas cookies,” he said before Bender could ask again. He’d intended to keep this idea a surprise for as long as he could but he’d basically been caught red handed. “I’m going to throw a Christmas party in Planet Express’ basement tomorrow instead of the dark and quiet one we normally have.”

Bender scoffed. “You throw a party, huh? I can’t imagine that turning out good.”

“No. I’m trying really hard and it’s going to be great, you’ll see. Except for, uh…” He glanced back the foam covered baking tray. “I’ll just get some store brought cookies instead, I guess.” Those weren’t as good but he wasn’t sure he was up for another attempt at it after how badly this one failed.

“Hmm…” Bender stepped forward to look down at the tray too. “Nah, you’re in luck Fry because I’m bored and there’s nothing on TV so I’ll help you make your cookies or whatever.”

“Wait, really? I thought you only liked to cook.”

Bender raised a hand to a dismissive gesture. “Cooking and baking are basically the same thing.”

“Sort of, I think, maybe.” Fry wasn’t sure he wanted Bender’s help though, given how Bender’s food usually turned out. But then again, maybe working together they could combine the good parts of their food making skills – if it could even be said they had any skill in that area whatsoever – and make something halfway decent or maybe even good. That or they’d make something inedible and set it on fire. Well, it was probably worth the risk, what more could go wrong that hadn’t already? “All right, sure. Let’s try again.”

[shadowthrone-ammanas]

Xmas Invite

Summary: Cooking Cat invites Empress over for Xmas.

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It was that time of year again. Multicolored lights and tinsel lined the Metro and all its shops. The harnesses on the train cats were switched out for more festive looking ones – luckily, to the relief of no doubt everyone who frequented the Metro trains, though the sleigh bells from last year had made a return, they were silent this year, only for visual decoration. The food carts were decorated too, sometimes in big ways like the ice cream stand that somehow managed to get a giant inflatable snowman on its roof. And a lot of them changed up their menus to include special Xmas treats.

Cooking Cat would have to stop by one of those before heading home to get a treat for Mu and herself too because why not? Perhaps while here she’d get Mu another Xmas gift as well from one of the various shops. How many gifts was the proper amount to get for one’s adopted daughter anyway? The more the merrier, right? Well, she’d have a look around when done with her actual reason for coming down this way today.

Empress’ jewelry shop was decorated too. No doubt because, even if it was a front for gang business, the sales from the traffic Xmas brought in was still substantial enough to be worth the effort. Upon entering, the festive tunes playing over the stores intercom became audible as well, completing the Xmas vibe. If one didn’t know better it’d be easy to mistake Empress as an Xmas person.

Standing at the counter, Empress looked her usual prime and proper self. Her expression softened a bit as her gaze found Cooking Cat. “Oh, Cookie. How lovely it is to see you again. How are you?”

“Fabulous.” Upon reaching the counter, Cooking Cat placed the Tupperware she’d been carrying in front of Empress. “I know Xmas ain’t your thing these days but I went ahead and made you some Xmas cookies like I used to do when we was young. Though, I improved the recipe a little and got fancier cookie cutters to make even prettier shapes. I think you’ll like them.”

“Thank you. I appreciate the gesture. Merry Xmas.”

“Now, feel free to say no, if you’re too busy or just don’t want to come, I won’t be offended, but would you like to come over to my place for Xmas this year?”

Empress raised an eyebrow. “Hmm… what about your daughter, Mu, I believe her name was, wouldn’t you rather spend it with her?”

“Of course she’ll be there too. And I already asked her if she’d be okay with you joining us and she said it was.” Actually it had been Mu’s idea for Cooking Cat to invite Empress over upon Cooking Cat separating out some of the cookies they’d made together to give to Empress as a gift. “Unless her being there is a problem for you.” Empress did like her wine and that wasn’t appropriate to drink around a child. “In which case, that’s fine too. I just thought I’d ask since, as far as I know, you don’t have any family to spend it with.”

“No, no. I just thought you might have a problem with someone like me being around her.”

“As long as you don’t talk about the specifics of gang stuff, it won’t be a problem. Which I don’t think you’d do anyway, right?” Not that Mu couldn’t handle it given her past with the Mafia. But that was perhaps all the more reason not to expose her to such stuff any more. Empress wouldn’t though, both out of respect for Cooking Cat as well as the need to keep that stuff secret lest it get out to the authorities.

“I wouldn’t, trust me. So, I suppose I could come. It wouldn’t hurt to leave for a day or two. Besides, I assume you’ll be cooking dinner?”

“Of course and making desert too.” It was one of Cooking Cat’s favorite holidays for that reason; special occasion dinners were extra delightful to prepare.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world then.”

[randomoranges]

me, back in the days: haha only have 3 ideas for xmas fics this yr. this’ll be easy me, yesterday with One Song Stuck in My Head: la la la  me, this morning: here’s an idea! me, upon reading the lyrics: here are three other ideas! here is the first of them, lol.

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Christmas Kisses [Just us, and this Old Christmas Tree]

 Edward helped his friend Étienne with the last of the dishes, before he returned to the other side of the kitchen island, leaning against it. He was visiting Étienne before he flew home tomorrow, for the holidays, and since he wasn’t going to be in town for Christmas or New Year’s, they had done their usual Christmas Brunch at Étienne’s. This brunch wasn’t any different from all the other brunches they had, but because it was closer to the holidays, they tagged on Christmas to it and more often than not, got each other a little something for the occasion.

 Étienne closed the dishwasher with a swing of his hips and then started dancing along to the next Christmas song that played on the living room speakers. Amused, Edward grinned at his antics, far too used to them, and watched him come over from the comfort of the bench he’d sat himself on.

 “Come dance with me,” Étienne said, reaching over to him with an outstretched hand. Knowing that his friend would be relentless unless he followed him to the living room, Edward obliged and hopped down, all the while Étienne sang along to the song.

 See, for a good long while now, Edward had a big ol’ crush on his friend. He’d gone and developed feelings for Étienne that he’d done his best to ignore and burry away, but every time Étienne did something silly and endearing like this, he just fell more for him. It was funny really, how a man who detested the cold and complained the second the weather dipped below freezing could become so alive and cheerful during the holiday season; buoyant even.

 Of course, he’d never said anything about how he felt for Étienne, afraid that it would ruin their friendship. He was willing to risk many things, but his friendship with Étienne was not one of them. Étienne was one of his closest and dearest friends and he knew how important those were. Therefore, he kept his mouth shut.

 However, dancing in Étienne’s living room to a song that mentioned Christmas kisses really set Edward’s mind off with a dozen or so different questions and a longing for something more with his friend. Surely, even if Étienne didn’t feel that way about him, they could still be friends, right? Étienne wouldn’t stop being his friend just because of that; he didn’t seem like the type of person to do that...

 He would never know, really, unless he did something, but that would mean taking action and – was Edward even ready for that?

 He pondered all of this as Étienne smiled and then spun him around once, before he placed his arms on Edward’s shoulders. They were dancing closely now and Edward could only reciprocate by putting his own arms on Étienne’s waist, which seemed to have been a good decision, if he based it on Étienne’s pleased little smile.

 Étienne slowed down his dancing, making it more of a gentle shift from one foot to another, as the song came to an end, and the two of them stood, looking at each other. Étienne smiled at him, making Edward’s heart flutter a mile a minute, and he knew, that if ever there was a moment to do something bold and daring, this was it.

 “So, after all that, would it be okay if I gave you Christmas kisses?” He tried and hoped that he sounded confident and cool; all the while, he held his breath and prayed that this wouldn’t epically backfire on him.

 Étienne’s eyes widened in pleased surprise, and hugged him tighter, before he cupped his cheeks with his hands and then kissed him full on the lips. Relieved and immensely pleased, Edward kissed him right back.

 FIN

[gerec]

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[crazybutgood]

Gift 5 (phd-mama)

This present is for @phd-mama from @krah18 !

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Image description: a paper gift box with a cream lid and ribbon with a purple galaxy print. A tag is attached to it. On the tag, it is written, in cursive in silver ink: Phdmama, Like the gift inside, the love you bring to & share with the Drarry fandom is beautiful & knows no end. Wishing you the happiest of holidays! — ❤️ Kimberly/KRah18

Inside, a gift to Draco from Harry, who says:

Image description: the gift box with the purple galaxy print is opened. The gift is in the foreground: two silver origami rings, one with a green stone and the other with a grey stone.

The gift theme is based on one of phd-mama's lovely fics; check it out here!: I'll Be Loving You (Always)

[decks-writing-blog]

Lambmas

Summary: Lamb declares a new holiday to replace the Winter Solstice.

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Lamb had grown up celebrating the Winter Solstice. It wasn’t specifically a religious holiday but for a long while now folk had been incorporating their worship of their chosen Bishop into their celebrations of it. For that reason it had to go. Not completely; abolishing such a popular holiday entirely would make people unhappy and many would chose to celebrate it regardless, which would encourage defiance. So replacement it was.

So on the first of the month, the day everyone normally started prepping for their Solstice celebration, Lamb gathered everyone in the church first thing in the morning. This not being the usual time, everyone was slightly restless through the usual sermon; Lamb only ever held a sermon at a different time when they had something to announce. And that’s why Lamb did it that way; anticipation often made such announcements more impactful.

But finally, as the sermon wound down to a close, it was time for the announcement. “The twenty-fifth of this month is the anniversary of my date of birth.” A lie but it was the perfect reason to declare a holiday without making what they were actually doing too obvious. “I am declaring it as a new holiday that we shall all celebrate with gifts and decorations. We shall spend it with our families and friends before coming to the temple for a special celebration. We are naming it ‘Lambmas’ after myself of course as it is my birthday. Any questions?” Rarely did they allow for questions but they were hoping for one in particular this time.

“What about the Winter Solstice?” a pink bunny by the name of Lilly in the second row asked. “I’m not opposed to celebrating two holidays so close together or anything but how are we supposed to decorate for both?”

“That’s a very good question.” The exact one Lamb had wanted. “Since they are so close together, I feel it makes sense to incorporate our Winter Solstice traditions into Lambmas. So essentially we shall be celebrating them at the same time.” While ensuring everyone only honored Lamb’s name which was what mattered most.

A thoughtful murmur ran through the crowd but no one protested. They did raise a few more questions though, all easily answered. Once it seemed everyone was satisfied, Lamb dismissed them. As they all filed out, one remained; Narinder, leaning against wall with his arms crossed. Once the church was empty, Lamb stepped down from the podium and walked over to talk to him, see what he wanted.

“The twenty-fifth isn’t actually your birthday, is it?” he said in soft voice as Lamb reached him. Hmm… makes sense he’d know what Lamb was doing.

“It might as well be now, right?” Lamb replied, equally softly. “I’m a god now so why should the exact date matter anyway?”

“True. It’s a smart move; getting rid of the Solstice celebrations without actually changing much.”

“Yep, keeps people happy. So, I know it’s early and I just announced it, but what kind of gift are you thinking of getting me for Lambmas? Because you have to get me something.” They’d have to get everyone something as well to cement that this change was a good thing.

“I don’t know.”

“Fair. It’s probably better as a surprise anyway, huh? I eagerly await whatever it’s going to be. Now, I believe we both have work we got to get back to. I’ll be seeing you later.” They blew him a kiss before turning to leave. Perhaps if they were lucky, his gift would be him finally returning their affections. Probably not but they could hope, right?

[luxurijh]

jaehyun fanfics recommendation.

last update: 25 dec 2022 (merry xmas!)

disclaimer! these works belong to the respective authors and are not mine. i will continously update this post as i found more and more gems (read: jae fic) on the internet).

warning! most of the works are containing smut aka not safe for work aka explicit sexual contents, so minors PLEASE do not engage.

some of fics are in indonesian (i'll give it a note).

you're welcome to message me if you have any jaehyun fics recommendation (i'll put them here if i like it).

here we go!

One-shots.

all these years. by @domjaehyun. jaehyun x female reader. fluff, angst, smut, slowburn. college!au. childhood friend to lover!au. how does your relationship with jaehyun stand the test of time? note: i LOVE this soooo much! the slowburn drives me nuts but jaehyun is SO fucking flirty i wanna punch his face.

domaine de la romanée. by @heartau. jaehyun x female reader. angst, smut, slowburn. richkid!au. warning: very, very, very explicit sexual content. even the most pure become tainted when their eyes meet his. this was doomed from the start; you knew it was dangerous, you knew it was bad - but all those thoughts left your mind the second he made you feel good. 

dive. by @yougotthatbilly. jaehyun x female reader. smut. fratboy!au, college!au. warning: oiud smoking.

sleep well, princess. by @anashins. jaehyun x female reader. ft. big brother!taeyong. fluff, angst, romance, smut, slow burn. big brother's bestfriend!au, childhood friend-to-lover!au.

hot girl bummer. by @domjaehyun. jaehyun x female reader. smut. tw: dubcon, potentially triggering. you hate your brother's bestfriend.

team captain. by @smileysuh. jaehyun x female reader. smut, crack. fratboy!au, college!au. jaehyun is a notorious lady killer, everyone wants him. except for you, yuta's bestfriend.

mr.jung. by @domjaehyun. jaehyun x female reader. smut. ceo!jaehyun. secretary!reader.

kating ganteng. by lanlunanit. jaehyun x female oc. fluff, angst. college!au. tw: car crash, potentially triggering. written in indonesian. fics in chat format.

wine, vinyls, and flannels. by teenfinite123. jaehyun x rose. nctpink. angst. romance. leaving a friend's crowded apartment party, playing vinyls, and drinking cheap wine at 1 am.

please stay. by Diana_1203. jaehyun x rose. nctpink. angst, romance. for she was just a mere princess who was head over heels for the brave warrior.

Chaptered.

Completed.

ethereal. by @celestialmark. jaehyun x female reader. fluff, slice of life, slow burns. he was the living definition of ethereal, and his beauty shone the most on the inside.

aurora. sequel of ethereal by @celestialmark. jaehyun x female reader. fluff, angst, slice of life, slow burns. even when you were in the middle of breaking his heart, he still made the conscious decision to see the best in you. note: i love this masterpiece SOOOOO fucking much! so much feeling that's wrecking my heart (i'm SO glad it has a happy ending). i hate how jaehyun is so surreal, too beautiful to be true. wishing we have this kind of jaehyun at least one in our live.

On-going.

secrets of the hill. by @baobaojng. jaehyun x female reader. angst, fluff. 1800's jaehyun!au, arranged marriage!au. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6? inactive. in the present day you are confused; you do not know who you are and you find yourself on an impossible quest to find out— until you wake up in the 1800’s, engaged to a hauntingly beautiful and uptight man who tries to figure out why the girl he’s been betrothed to has drastically changed. note: i love this fic sooooooooo much and it makes me sad the last time the author updated this fic was back then in 2020 ;;

[zenonaa]

idk if anyone has noticed the number of tofu fics (or fics in general) that i write/post has gone down in the past few years, but i want to kind of talk about that. i love togafuka. i love writing. my love for them has not diminished.

in early 2022, my mother was hospitalised and soon diagnosed with cancer. she came to live with me for the next 5-6 months during her chemo treatment and such. as well as helping look after her (and seeing her ups and downs) i was working a full-time job and looking after my younger brother a lot who is autistic and epileptic (the latter was diagnosed this year). my father worked and helped how he could, my sister helped my mum a lot but my sister and younger brother were in their early twenties at the time so i felt like a lot of the responsibility fell on me.

i appreciate the time i spent with my mother in that time, i would not change that, but it was very traumatic for me. my relationship with her wasn't always the best growing up, and i think she had mental issues that she refused to get help for that caused a lot of it (and i was a troubled kid too, well-behaved but depressed/socially anxious. also prob have autism). everyday i would see my mother get stronger, or weaker. i remember one night, my brother woke up crying (mum was in my bed, i was downstairs on a sofa bed and bro was on a beanbag bed) saying he was scared she'd never get better. i had to comfort him and support him a lot, all the while trying to be optimistic and keep myself together.

she was meant to have surgery to try to remove the cancer in october 2022, but it was cancelled due to her thyroid. in early december 2022, she went to have fluids drained and i went too. a nurse told her in front of me how they wouldn't resuscitate her which wasn't... great. anyway, she had to be moved to the hospital because she wasn't draining, and a bit before christmas, she told us that she was terminal. on my last visit to her (23rd), i forced myself not to cry and as i left, i said i loved her and i'd see her on xmas.

on xmas day, she passed away. the hospital had lost our phone number, so we found out when a friend who had been with her phoned us. can't describe how surreal that day was. she was supposed to come home after the hospital stay. she told me to make her bed at home. we were going to visit her on xmas. she was going to have chemo again in january. who's going to eat all her favourite foods in my fridge? what do i do with this walking stick? her clothes? her medications? how could i have saved her? why didn't i realise she was sick and get her checked out earlier? why couldn't i have been a better daughter? why must the radio sing christmas songs about this being the most wonderful time of the year, why must people get excited for this one day when my mother died? then i had to help with the funeral, choosing her flowers, choosing what she was going to wear when she was cremated. she won't see me get married (assuming i do) or her first grandchild. it's... a lot to process.

i've had other life events happen after this. i broke up with my ex after 7 years. i was ousted from my job and got a new one. i've resumed driving lessons, even managed to get the same instructor my mother found me 10 years ago when i first tried driving and stopped. so yeah. busy.

also i have been working on a novel. my mother when she was still alive was my biggest fan, she would sit with me and we'd go through editing together. my novel has changed a lot since she was alive, as my writing has improved etc. i've recently been considering self-publishing it. which is daunting because i have the charisma of a potato but i believe in this novel and most importantly my mother believed in it, even in its early stages. but that costs money - i should be getting a pay rise from work soon, but i might open writing commissions again to help fund this as it's not cheap lmao.

soooo my fic writing has gone down because i'm usually exhausted, busy with work and irl stuff, and still recovering mentally from life events. i still need to write my last tofu week fic, which will either be a mastermind au or little sequel story to elusive/mermaid au.

i don't really talk about my personal life here, but even if no one reads this, it was therapeutic to write at least haha.

[meetinginsamarra]

update december 2023

sorted by word count/series

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Mutual Attraction 94k , pre ASiP, different first meetings, casefic, pining

The day when a homeless drug addict and a suicidal ex-soldier met was the beginning of something until then unheard-of: Mutual Attraction. Of course, not all was what it looked like in the first place but the days of boredom, loneliness and lack of purpose were history. A case had to be solved, lives had to be saved and a developing relationship had to be tackled.

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Here I Am -series, the pornwithoutplot which evolved into pornwithplot with feels and whump

The Toe that didn´t belong 6.9k, Part One

Every time John thought back to the occasion the funny thing was that the first thing he had noticed to be out of place had been a…toe.

The Embers still glow when I´m sober 14,5k, Part Two

When Sherlock woke up the morning after he actually felt good. Which was completely unexpected. Although he was sort of anxious about John´s reaction when he would notice that the punk who did not belong in his bed and who had coaxed him into having shameless sex last night was still there.

Gravity is missing from everything 23.5k, Part Three

People bumped into him, cussing and throwing death glares. Blocking their way, Sherlock stood frozen in a throng of commuters. “Are you high?” one shouted into his vacant face. Funnily enough he actually was not. This was all John´s fault. Inflicting a date on him. To have dinner.

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Learn My Scars, 38k, written for whumptober 2022, Serbia and the aftermath

After being thrown down and strangled, Sherlock leaves John in the restaurant, angry and deeply hurt. When John follows Sherlock to 221b, he learns that Sherlock’s scars have not been acquired by “gallivanting around” for two years.

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The 13th Book 26.5k,  a magical realism AU with demon Sherlock

Summoning a demon was actually quite simple if you could avoid getting killed in the process. Therefore, only the powerful, the desperate or the stupid would attempt it. John Watson was likely the first, definitely the second but hopefully not one of the third kind.

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Wretched and Divine – series punklock and doctor John

Wretched and Divine 5.1k, Part One

Dr. John Watson is on call at the A&E when he attempts to treat a very special patient. Instead he finds himself a very special treat.

The Aftermath is Secondary 19.5k, Part Two

Will John and Sherlock really go on the agreed date in the infamous punkrock club “The Misfit”? Will their sexual tension finally be resolved? Is it really going to be dangerous? And will Sherlock really wear the promised fishnet top? (Oh God, yessss!)

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Sherlock’s Secret Laboratory Journal 6k, my outlet for writing cracky hilarious Sherlock, will become a series with adding a chapter for each new experiment

What does a helplessly pining but absolutely clueless Sherlock do in order to woo an oblivious John? He turns to the internet for advice on the art of seduction and notes the experiments in his secret laboratory journal.

Oyster and Mushroom Soup 9k, Sherlock’s latest attempt at seduction, Part 2 of the Secret Lab Journal series

Sherlock’s second try to win over John involves a lot of special cooking recipes.

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Slowly Suffocating 9.5k, TLD fix-it, written for whumptober 2023

Getting suffocated took some time. Enough time for Sherlock to ponder what went wrong. Hopefully also long enough for John to arrive and rescue him. Culverton Smith applied more pressure, impatient to turn Sherlock into a dead thing.

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Winning a lost bet 8.2k, pole-dancing at the XMas party

A lost bet makes Sherlock and John perform a pole-dance in costumes at the Yard´s Christmas party. It was supposed to be humiliating but instead the couple nailed it.

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Until the final breath escapes 1.9k, spooky Halloween fic

In a world turned hostile they hold onto their love until the final breath escapes.

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Sherlock Ficlets for Writing Challenges 20 ficlets under 1000 words

[helloliriels]

LIRIELS CHRISTMAS MASTERPOST

All of my collected holiday works (so far):

🎁 The Abominable Bride

The Christmastime special Rankin/Bass (totally) would have made for our Baker Street Boys!

🎄 The Cranberry Jumper on John Hamish Watson

A Jumper So Fine!

🎁 It's Boxing Day ...

Let's drink to Rosie!

🎄 Christmas in Honeycutt

John's publisher asks him to entertain a war hero at their idyllic estate in Somerset for Christmas? Only ... John doesn't have a wife ... or a daughter ... or an estate! He has a bedsit. In London. And some wounds of his own to recover from!

Meet the cast of our story here! Read the fic here!

UPDATE POSTING FOR XMAS!

🎄Sleepless in London

"I think my daddy needs a new wife ..." Rosie calls into a late-night radio program on New Years' ... while across London ... Sherlock and Molly have just tuned in to 'Your Feelings and You' with Dr. Irene Adler.

See the full movie cover here! Read the fic here!

ALSO HOPING TO UPDATE BY NEW YEARS!!!

🎄 A Place to Call Home

Sherlock gets a holiday postcard from a homesick stranger across the pond ...

🎁 The '12 Days of Johnlock' from 2022

🎁 The '25 Days of Johnlock' from 2021

Plus some Holmestice & FTH gifts shared from/to:

🎁 All Tied Up - not all gifts come with a bow!

🎁 In Spite of Myself - mystrade christmas fluff!

🎁 It's Detective Time! - adventure time crossover art!

🎁 Received Fics - OR SEE GIFT MASTERPOST!

[miliamin1]

shit, it's Easter, why did noone told me, I COULD'VE BEEN SO FUNNY anygay, writing xmas fic to at least try to catch the last day of Easter with it, here's the last chapter from the first day of spring