#Christmas Story Style

[universalzone]

The Nutcracker and the Mouse King by Hoffmann Scarf Shawl Wrap.

[violettecandied]

Happy Holidays!!

[astracora]

A Mandated Holiday Break - Chapter 3

Characters: Sylus x gn!mc (poly lads)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1094

Written: 21st December 2024

Notes: Post-relationship Sylus/MC-centric but poly LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

Masterlist AO3

His arms feel lighter, colder... sluggishly opening worn eyes. The bed is empty, his hand reaches out but there's no ghost of warmth.

This has happened before. You hate to wake him up when you get up, alarm not needed because your hours as a hunter have permanently ruined your sleep patterns.

The first time, he'd felt fear grip his heart in an icy hand. Tightening, twisting and tearing. Now he just sighs into the air, turning over in his bed to look for phone. Checking there's nothing imperative that requires him, shooting off a message to the prince that you need some clothes brought over.

Your hunter uniform was beginning to resemble scrap, and he'd laid one of his shirts out for you to use until the prince could deliver more options.

Or he could buy you more... still you frowned at him when he suggested such a thing, telling him with a little laugh that you had plenty of clothes.

He hadn't yet worked out how to explain that dressing you was a satisfaction for him. Seeing you wearing things he chose, he paid for? He was still a dragon through and through. Decorating his lair and his greatest treasure.

He understood, however, that certain things you owned were picked because you liked them, found comfort in them. Safe things. So if it meant dragging the prince out here with a bag in tow, he didn't think either of them were too put out by it.

Reluctant to leave his bed, but yearning to have you close by again, Sylus pulls himself out of his nest. Flick of the hand righting his covers, and padding out in slippers and sweats.

As soon as he leaves the room, music drifts towards him, accompanied by very familiar voices, and he follows its call like you're a siren.

Even if you were, he knows he'd drown blissfully for and with you.

His kitchen is filled with the scent of sugar and bread, hitting his nose as soon as he swings open the door. The twins are sat on the kitchen counters, bobbing their heads to a song he doesn't know, and he's pretty sure they don't know either, judging by the 'do do do's' they're singing along with it.

He almost wants to complain, because they're loud enough to cover some of the notes you're singing, but you're laughing and smiling amidst the words. Cheeks dimpled...

Your shoulder is bared because his sweater is too big, slipping down, and covering the tops of your thighs. Shorts underneath, long fluffy socks up to your knees. Foot tapping the floor as you mix dough in a bowl.

You're like an angels song.

Head bobbing, tilting as you sing out to words he doesn't recognise. Not that he needs to.

I'm on my knees waiting for the sound.

It's a strange feeling, he's tried to replicate how your voice makes him feel with his own. He's learned how to sing to music that he doesn't really understand. Tunes that he can't quite replicate. Sylus listens to everything he can find because he wants to understand. It's a strange dim sensation on his own, with his records playing. Though they remind him enough of you that he is comforted anyway.

Stuck in a world gone wrong.

It is like he's chasing your shadow, and he never can seem to catch up.

So lift me up, I'll never let you down.

A feeling that blooms like fresh flowers, brings him to ease, reminding him of days where he learned what love was.

Calmed and riled and fragile but so warm and safe. The feeling is chaotic and terrifying but if he could spend his life feeling it, his very very long life. That only you can end, and when you choose to, he hopes it's alongside yours.

So he can never feel it without you, though he feels it's shade when he remembers you.

Searching for the words that I can say.

Instead it licks flames up his skin when you sing in front of him, when your voice fills the air and wraps around him and he understands. He always understands with you.

How it feels when you're with me.

The twins look up at him, pointing at him as they sing non-existent words and his kitten doesn't notice until he pulls up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist, chin on your shoulder, hunching over to look down at what you're doing.

Mostly just so he can feel the rumble of your song through his chest.

The music falters for a second, as your hand reaches up to touch his cheek. He thinks he might purr in response but wouldn't admit it outloud if asked.

"Sugar cookies." You answer his unspoken question. "They're easy, but I'm testing the recipe with less sugar."

"The doctor will be happy." He murmurs against the skin of your neck. Biting absently, in protest as you stop singing for him. Not too harshly though, after all your voice is beautiful when you speak too. Always a song for him. Always lighting that unusual sensation in his chest.

"We've been taste testing!" Luke calls out, and he tilts his head just enough to watch the twins sticking raw dough in their mouths.

"Hey! Don't eat too much you'll make yourself sick!"

"S'fine." Kieran speaks with a full mouth, spraying some dough over his brother, who wipes it off and glares. "You missed a spot." And he flicks him in the forehead.

The two begin to scuffle, leaping off the counters and chasing each other out of the room, the sound of their yelling is head down the hall.

You begin to laugh in his arms, eyes twinkling with affection, and lean back against him with a contented smile.

He wishes the fish were here to paint you. He debates going to grab his phone that he's left on the side, just to take a photo for him later. It would mean releasing you though... he supposes there's more chances to see you like this.

His whole life, he hopes.

"Thank you." You speak, tilting your head to press a kiss to his head, and he turns you quickly, one hand moving to your neck to keep you there while he kisses as much of your skin as he can reach.

Cheeks, lips, forehead, neck. Quick pecks with no heat.

His chest, his heart. He's molten, melting, burning. It would hurt, he thinks, if it didn't feel so delightful. His heart, his soul, his home.

[emmanuellececchi]

Christmas story - Hallmark style

So here is the "Faramir in a mall looking for a last minute gift"

So here me out (now that I see it!)

So Faramir is tired, it's the end of the day and he has to find a gift for a girl his father is presenting to him. Now that his brother has gone live the good life with his boyfriend (and thus facing the wrath of their father), Faramir is left the unwilling heir of their father company. And the Valars know his father and him do not see eye to eye.

But, in the hope of bringing some peace in this season of festivities, Faramir decided to accept his father tentative "matchmaking". but he's not happy.

So here he is, in the escalator, trying to think of something. Then, he arrives in front of a shop where a young woman is pushing a guy out. The guy is visibly angry and Faramir feels the need to come and help... until he realized the girl has no need of his help.

The guy leaves after a mall cop comes by, called by the owner of the shop. Now Faramir is standing in front of the shop, feeling awkward. And not wanting to see the beautiful young woman looks at him angry, he decides to go into the shop.

To realize it's a shop for all things horse and cow-boy. And he has no idea what to do with that. The girl is nice, as all vendors are, and seeing his face, she asks if she can help.

Faramir, feeling more and more the fool, and not helped by the beautiful girl's eyes, nods and follows her around.

---

Eowyn is tired, exhausted and frustrated. days spent working on the farm, taking care of everything while his uncle is healing. Even now with her brother back, most of the time she has to do it all by herself.

At least, Taking the guy's out helped her let go of some steam but she was glad Ioreth took care of calling the guard. Eowyn does not like to make a scene. Then there is this guy who looks like he's a rabbit in a lamp light. All frozen and shy. At least he's cute.

And then he begins to speak about his brother and his brother in law who owns a horse farm and how he would like to find something for them both, to celebrate their new life. She hears the longing and for a moment, she wonders if it could be possible that his brother and her cousin...? no, that would be really weird.

---

They speak and chat and Ioreth is waiting patiently, but now it's time for her to close the shop. She offers to Eowyn to close behind her and to Faramir to stay a bit while she "officially" close. Eowyn will balance the account in the morrow. Ioreth leaves with a smile, hoping her hunch is a good one and that Eowyn will keep this beautiful smile she hadn't seen for a while.

---

Now they have all the time in the world. They spent the evening in the shop, talking: family, missed opportunity, and so on. Eowyn orders some sandwiches and they pick-nick in an empty alley.

---

Faramir ends buying something. For Eowyn. Not in this shop. But for their first date. Not with his father. And not in a fancy restaurant.

---

Eowyn will not spend Christmas with her uncle and brother and cousin. She will leave for an unplanned vacation in a cottage where Faramir and her will go fishing on ice, read books, ride horses and just spent the best time in the world.

---

Denethor will send the very unhappy girl away, thinking that, maybe, if both his sons are leaving his side, he might have something to do with it (Yeah I know, Christmas Miracle).

Théoden and Eomer are a bit disappointed that Eowyn won't be there (she cooks so beautifully) and a bit worry. But still happy that she might have find a good guy. (Eomer still want to meet the guy even after what Boromir told him).

Boromir and Theodred are just smiling to each other, thinking they might join the new couple, after a few days. To let all the drama behind them.... and to keep an eye of thing. Just in case.

The end.

[luvinaeverdene]

Carol (2015)

Directed by Todd Haynes

[woahrarepairsagemare]

the last supper

[ghostlyviolets33]

what do u think violet harmon would want for christmas? my parents want me to make a wishlist and i'm struggling rn 😭

Hi anon! I made a Violet-inspired gift guide last year (linked here!), but here's a couple more ideas (i might repeat a few on accident lol).

Things Violet would want for Christmas:

Room decor:

a cd / cassette / record player

a little trinket dish

posters

a tiffany lamp, rock salt lamp, or fairy lights

scented candles or candle sticks

a decorative boho-style rug

any kind of furniture for her room (shelves, a pouf, desk chair, etc)

a chalkboard (if she didn't already have one)

Fashion:

urban outfitter's tights and socks (or clothes in general)

rings, necklaces, or earrings

dr. marten's boots, mary janes, or oxfords

band tees

scarves

a pork pie hat, beanie, or any other hats

a new bag/wallet

Miscellaneous:

new books

a camera of some kind

any makeup or skincare products

a chess board / board games

more cd cases for the cds she burns

pins or patches

money, gift cards, and concert tickets

ways to listen to music; new headphones, a speaker, an ipod, etc.

cd or vinyl storage/shelves

Realistically, I don't think Violet would ask for much (if anything!), but if she was gifted any of these things, she'd probably be really appreciative! These are more just Violet-inspired gift ideas. I hope this can help out <3! Happy Holidays :)

[holocene-sims]

just a guy and his snowpal ⛄❄️

[undeadchestnut]

AU or post-story reunion? You decide!

[belladonna-undead]

science fiction double feature ;) ׂׂૢ

[izayoichan]

Christmas Tales: Random cuteness interlude. 🎶

[narrycherries]

Merry (early) Christmas to those of you that celebrate! I wish you all the best for the new year! I was hoping to put up something on Christmas Day but I will not have time to edit anything due to a change of time with some holiday plans! I’ll be back after Christmas! I’ll get out the second part of the baby honey update & (most likely if all continues to go well) the new series with the enemies to lovers trope! Happy holidays!! 🤍

[alleenickel]

This is yuri btw. If you even care.

[hikeyzz]

i'm gonna marry him so hard dude i fcking love him so gd much

[goongiveusnothing]

Tayrry break up article

https://www.thesun.co.uk/tvandshowbiz/24929805/harry-styles-taylor-russell-crisis/amp/

[callixton]

i can only imagine the tonal shift between this episode (christmas special) and the s3 finale