#Holiday au

[the-californicationist]

Happy Holidays Cali, hope the holidays are treating you well.

I'm curious though, how do you think the 141 would treat you for the holidays? :)

Four Calling Birds

Gaz would be the classic Christmas romantic. The house has lights, the hedge has lights, the bins have lights. There’s a big Santa in the garden, and you’ve got three trees - all real and hand cut. The whole house smells like oranges and clove and balsam and cinnamon. You come home one evening, exhausted from work, and there he is, standing in your way, pointing straight up at the mistletoe, smiling like a fiend.

“Is that real?” You ask, reaching up to the hanging leaves in wonder, your fingers coming back coated in glitter.

“Yep,” he said smugly, wrapping you up in his arms, “Cut it myself.”

“Kyle,” you tried to protest, eager to set your bag down and get out of your clothes.

But, he took your head in his hands, lifting your mouth to kiss him, letting his full, soft lips take your breath away. Then, you felt your bag fall off of your shoulder, and you were dragged into the hallway, stumbling but weightless, lifted and carried in his huge arms. You were dizzy from his kisses, drunk on him, weak from the weight of the day. You opened your eyes and watched him shove his way into the bedroom, and you pulled your mouth away from his to gasp.

“Kyle!”

“What?” He stared down at you, playing innocent with his sweet smile.

“The ceiling! Have you lost your mind?”

All over the ceiling of your bedroom, boughs and boughs of mistletoe hung glittering from a series of carefully strung lattice, covering the whole room in its emerald green canopy.

“Mmm,” he sighed, dragging his hot mouth down your neck, “Looks like you owe me a few more kisses, babes. Some here,” he kissed your cheek, “Some here,” he kissed your mouth, “Some here,” he tugged down the neck of your top, suckling on an exposed nipple, “…and definitely some here.” His free hand writhed its way into your trousers and cupped the warm flesh of your crotch, that naughty mouth grinning as you sighed into him.

It took six months to get the glitter out of the rug.

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Johnny wasn’t much of a decorator, but the tree you did have was full of handmade ornaments from all of his many nieces and nephews. For him, it was all about spending time with family.

Christmas was the only reason you had bought this farmhouse out in the middle of nowhere. Six bedrooms lay empty for 358 days out of the year, but when the week of Christmas came around, you had MacTavishes up to your eyeballs. His oldest sister, her husband, her three kids, and their ancient sheltie all piled into your home in a laughing, screaming, tumbling bunch. His second sister, her wife, their two sets of twins, and their entire collection of foster children, a growing lot each year, all spilled in after them, well-mannered and armed with gifts and toys galore. His ma and da, each with their own fat corgi and hunched over their canes, made their way straight to the kitchen to start cooking meals like they were fighting some sort of battle with your pots and pans. Your whole home smelled like spice and savory meats within minutes, and when they left, it always seemed cleaner than when it had started.

And there was Johnny, right in the middle of them, shining like a star, tugging you around the house with him, singing and playing and dancing and celebrating every delightful bite. He always had a baby in his arms, and sometimes he was balancing two in his lap, covered in torn paper crowns and smeared with shortbread flour from messy little hands.

But, in the night, when all was quiet, he would move himself over you, pulling at your clothes like you were wrapped in paper, his very own gift. He shushed your protests, not willing to worry with you about whether someone might hear.

“Dinnae fash yersel’, bonnie. They all ken how bairns are made. Wouldnae it be grand to give the wee’uns another cousin to play with? C’mon, lass, lemme give you a wee MacTavish for Christmas.”

You were going to need a bigger house.

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Simon never really grew up with much of a Christmas, so your home lacked the glittering splendor of that of his sergeants. But, there were some things that were absolutely non-negotiable.

You had to drag out his scrawny, leaf bare tree from the attic. It was barely three feet tall, but he wouldn’t hear of buying another one. The star looked rusted, and half the lights didn’t work, but he made sure the bottom of it was always covered in thoughtful presents for you to open.

There had to be a Yule log. He wouldn’t hear of buying another gas fireplace, and he insisted on burning it right in the hearth, always good to sweep the ashes away when he was done.

And, above all else, there had to be The Pudding. It wasn’t homemade like the MacTavishes’. It wasn’t fancy like the Garricks’. It had to be the cheap one from the local Lidl for 80p. The Favorina six-month matured Christmas pudding was the star of the show, and your cupboards were full of them. You’d never seen a man take down so many individually packaged cakes before. He was like a machine. He’d come home, pull you into his lap, flip on the telly, and give you a needy look.

For once, it wasn’t your warm cunt he was begging for. No. Simon Riley was begging for another cheap pudding that you “shared” between you. You’d take the first polite bite, and he’d house down the rest like a starving dog, his mouth sticky from the sweet fruits and his breath hot from the bottom-shelf brandy.

Then, he would kiss you, groaning into your mouth, pulling you the rest of the way onto his lap, tasting like sultanas and cigarettes, choking you with his invading tongue.

“Si…” You panted, trying to escape, “Let me brush my teeth. I taste like figgy pudding, you nutter.”

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”

You set a trap this year, and when you pulled a spare pudding out of the freezer one random day in July, you thought he’d never take his hands off of you.

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John Price never once asked for presents for Christmas. He didn’t want gifts, and he would get so cross when you bought things for him even though he showered you with trinkets throughout the season. But, his apartment was never decorated. You wondered if he was a bit of a Scrooge. But then, you overheard him talking with his sergeant, telling him the only thing he wanted for the holiday was a beach with the missus, and you decided it was your turn to be Santa Claus.

One night, when John dragged himself through the doorway past quitting time, he noticed a big red arrow, cut out from craft paper, pasted on the floor. Then, a few feet in front of him, there was another. He frowned, setting down his bag and following the arrows cautiously through the house. It led him straight to the bedroom, and there you were, wrapped in nothing but a ribbon, tied up with bows, sitting on the middle of the bed with a box in your hands.

“Wha’s all this, then?” He smiled at your lack of attire, toying with the end of the ribbon and threatening to pull it away.

“Open your present, John,” you smiled, handing him the box.

“I told you, love, I don’t wa—“

“Open it,” you cut him off, pushing the box forward.

He twisted his mouth into a disgruntled grimace, but you knew he couldn’t stay mad at you for long. When he pulled the box apart, his eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed in confusion.

“What…”

He pulled out the plane tickets and inspected them further, trying to make sense of what you had done. You shrugged, rubbing his shoulders,

“I told Kate you needed some leave. So, we’re off to Fiji.”

“Fiji…” He breathed in disbelief, his blue eyes pinning you in place.

“Fiji,” you smiled, pulling the bow that covered your heavy tits off the rest of the way, “Private beach, palm trees, no cell service…”

He let the box fall to the floor and climbed over you, forcing you onto your back as his huge body bullied you beneath him. John’s voice was gravelly and low when he said,

“I don’t know what’s got me harder, love. Seein’ you all wrapped up like this, or the fact that I thought I just heard you say: no cell service.”

You gave him a wicked grin and leaned your mouth up to graze across the shell of his ear, whispering,

“No cell service.”

His hips thrust against you, spreading your legs apart from the force, making your soft skin scrape against the harsh canvas of his pants, burying his mouth against your neck, threatening you,

“Say it again, baby.”

“No… cell… service.”

By the end of your holiday, you were sunburnt, and you could barely walk straight, but you couldn’t remember having a better Christmas.

[bilosan]

buddie + christmas au

(9-1-1 // gif prompts)

[rockybloo]

Can Jack’s head come off in his Halloween skin??

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

All I Want for Christmas Is....

Yang: (clinging to the door frame for dear life as an unknown entity pulls her away)

Sun: (nails screeching across the floor as he's pulled by the tail by the same entity, finally catching the doorframe)

Jaune: (crying and screaming like a little girl as he's being dragged through the building like a ragdoll by the same entity as Sun and Yang)

Yang & Sun: (grab Jaune just as he's about to fly passed the doorway)

Jaune: (holding on for dear life) Thanks, guys!

Yang & Sun: Don't mention it!

Ruby: (from the couch and watching the scene unfold) What's going on?

Neptune: I have no idea, but it's funny. (munches popcorn)

Blake: Should... should we do something?

Weiss: We don't even know what has them.

Emerald: (Walks in) Oh, Santa must be gathering all the materials he needs to deliver presents.

RNBW: Say what now?

YSJ: (struggling to hold on) People....have....got to stop....asking for....attractive, heart of gold, golden retriever personified blondes for Christ- (slowly disappear from view) -maaaaaaas!

Ruby: Uh.... Blake, Neptune, aren't you guys right here?

Weiss: And your partners just got spirited away because someone else wished for them from Santa?

Blake & Neptune: (leap from their seats with their weapons drawn) OH, HELL, NO!!! (give chase)

Blake: Get back here with my blonde, Fat Man!!!

Neptune: That is MY muscle, monkey, boytoy!

Santa: Ho-Ho-Holy Fuck!!! Bring it on, children! I'll put both of you on the naughty list!

RWE: (blink) Uhhhh...

Penny: (suddenly being levitated passed the window, stiff as a board) Hello, girlfriend Ruby! Goodbye, girlfriend Ruby!

Ruby: Hey! That one's mine! (lock and loads Crescent Rose and gives chase)

[agentdilfhotchner]

spending the holidays with aaron hotchner <33

[ofhouseusher]

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅ Tis the Season for Drama ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚

pairing: Rhaenys Targaryen x oc

word count: 18.455

summary: holiday au. christmas dinner with the targaryens went great until it didn't (or did it?)

tags: mostly just fluff, a wee bit angsty, a targaryen christmas but make it very lesbian, older woman/younger woman, established relationship, romance, christmas special

a/n: short little feel good christmas fic! better late than never guys. aemma, viserys and luce are alive and happy because i say so. this is modern au of my 'a place for you and me (and our dragons)' fic. also no greens in this au. anyways, merry (very) belated christmas. enjoy <3 continue here on ao3

Visenya Targaryen had never been fond of the holidays. There was something uniquely cruel about a season that wrapped itself in glitter and joy, parading around like it was doing everyone a favor. She could never understand its allure. It was suffocating—a relentless barrage of cheer that only served to remind her of how utterly miserable she was.

Every December, like clockwork, sparkling lights blinked mockingly at her from every street corner, carolers crooned in their off-key desperation, and her inbox flooded with party invitations she didn’t want to attend. Returning home for the holidays was its own kind of torture. She’d walk through the door to find her family in a mid-decorating frenzy, all laughter and tangled string lights, while she stood there like a sullen raincloud.

“Visenya, why don’t you ever bring someone home?” they’d ask as if she didn’t already feel like the human embodiment of an empty chair. Or worse, “Are you still single?” Because nothing says festive like being reminded you’re failing at life according to someone else’s timeline.

And don’t get her started on the romance of the season. Couples skating hand in hand, cozying up by fires, exchanging heartfelt gifts. Every rom-com on Netflix taunted her with happy endings she’d never quite believed in. It wasn’t that she didn’t want love—she did, desperately—but the holidays had a way of turning that longing into a sharp, unbearable ache. 

Her coping mechanisms were predictable: working overtime, ignoring calls, traveling across the world, getting drunk in some après-ski in the Swiss Alps, and binge-watching anything aggressively un-Christmasy. One year, Visenya booked a solo trip to Bali just to avoid the whole charade, only to end up crying into a subpar cocktail as a nearby couple got engaged under twinkling lights. Even paradise wasn’t safe.

For all her efforts, the holidays remained unbearable—a glossy veneer stretched over a hollow core.

That is, until Rhaenys.

She waltzed into Visenya’s life like a wildfire in the dead of winter. Their first holiday after tying the knot was a disaster. Visenya had made it clear she didn’t “do” holidays, while Rhaenys had decided they would celebrate. There had been arguments—heated ones—over everything from decorating the hearth to attending family functions. Rhaenys insisted on tradition; Visenya argued that tradition could go to hell.

Rhaenys, a walking Pinterest board of festive cheer, had declared war on Visenya’s Scrooge-like tendencies. She dragged her to tree-lighting ceremonies, made her wear an ugly sweater, and insisted on decorating cookies together. Visenya resisted every step of the way, muttering curses and pretending she wasn’t enjoying herself.

But Rhaenys had a way of melting Visenya’s defenses without her even realizing it. She’d find herself grumbling as she helped hang garlands or bake bread, swearing under her breath the entire time, only to catch Rhaenys smiling at her in that way that made her stomach twist. The first time they attended a family dinner as a married couple, Visenya sulked in the corner with the toddlers until Rhaenys forced her to dance. She had resisted, of course, but Rhaenys didn’t take no for an answer, of course. By the end of the night, Visenya found herself laughing—actually laughing—as they spun around Aemma’s living room like fools.

Over time, Rhaenys chipped away at her defenses. She didn’t demand Visenya change; she simply made the holidays feel less like a burden and more like… home. For the first time, Visenya found herself looking forward to things—lazy mornings in bed with Rhaenys, sneaking kisses under the mistletoe, and watching terrible holiday movies with the kids while pretending not to cry. She even tolerated Viserys’ annual speech about family and togetherness.

Marrying Rhaenys didn’t just change Visenya’s feelings about the holidays—it obliterated them entirely. And right now, their home was a mess of tangled lights, garlands strewn across the floor, and a half-decorated Christmas tree standing in the middle of the living room.

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[esther-dot]

MODERN AUs

tis the damn season 5k by @wildflower-daydreamer

Every year, Sansa comes back to her small hometown of Winterfell for Christmas. And each year, she and Jon fall into their old routine for her short stay. This year would be no different. Okay, maybe a little different. Inspired by the song 'tis the damn season by Taylor Swift. corresponding gif

Mistletoe Merriment 4k by @geekprincess26

Theon Greyjoy loves kissing pretty girls, so naturally he loves breaking out the mistletoe and spiked punch every year at the Starks' annual Christmas party. And every year, the girl he kissed the prior year shows up with an awesome new boyfriend - every girl except for Sansa Stark, who ends up with slimy, pathetic gits. Theon will have to go to ridiculous lengths, not to mention risk the legendary wrath of Jon Snow, in order to get Sansa the boyfriend she deserves. But he'll do it, because Theon Greyjoy is a loyal friend - and he'll never let a stupid sprig of mistletoe get the better of him.

When the Grinch Met the Redhead 1k by @yenstarkofrivia

the one where Sansa likes to sing Christmas songs at 3am and Jon is a miserable Grinch

merry and bright 27k by @cellsshapedlikestars

ex-child star Sansa Stark is in desperate need of money and takes a role in a Hallmark Christmas movie, filming in the mountain resort town of Wintertown, Vermont. There, Fire Chief Jon Snow is on set to oversee safety regulations. Sansa hates Christmas and she hates small towns, but a casual fling with a rugged local fireman might be just what she needs.

four 5k by @cellsshapedlikestars (I've reread this fic many times)

She had never put Jon and Christmas together, but now she thinks she'll never be able to separate them. or, four Christmases, three midnight excursions, two angry siblings, and one boy at the center of it all

Be My +1 47k by @vivilove-jonsa

Seven months after she attended a wedding with her brother's work colleague (and gave him a tipsy, unrequited kiss when he walked her to the door), Sansa Stark finds herself in the unenviable situation of desperately needing a date for her prep school reunion at a ski resort which will also be attended by her ex-boyfriend/boss's son, Harry Hardyng and her Former-BFF/Frenemy, Margaery Tyrell.

The Best Christmas Present (Is You) 3k @foreverreadingbeautifulbooks

Every year the Starks and honorary Starks spent the week of Christmas in the most northern of the lodges they owned. No guests were allowed to visit the lodge during that week and it was the one time a year where no one in their family was allowed to work. Everyone hung out, played in the snow, skied, baked, ate lots of food, and simply enjoyed being together. It was refreshing to spend so much time with her family since she felt like she’d barely seen them this last year. But, if Sansa was honest, after five days of hanging out with them nonstop, she’d been looking forward to spending a little bit of time by herself. Every year on Christmas Eve, while her mom and dad picked out the tree, Bran would play chess with their neighbor’s son, Lyanna - who was notorious for buying gifts at the last minute - went shopping, Arya and the rest of the boys would challenge each other to skiing contests, and Sansa would take that opportunity to have her own private holiday celebration indoors. She would warm up some hot chocolate, turn up her Christmas playlist, and snuggle down in some blankets to wrap all of her Christmas presents. But not this year. This year she was stuck with Jon Snow and his broken ankle.

the perfect gift for christmas for me would be 5k

“Be my boyfriend,” Sansa says. Jon's eyebrows raise, and she amends, “My fake boyfriend." or, Sansa, Jon, and fake dating for the winter holidays.

Christmas Carriage Ride 1.5k

Jon Snow has grown tired of his holiday job driving a horse-drawn carriage around the streets of Chicago. Then Sansa shows up, and Jon sees the city through new eyes

#LockedinLovers 8k by @amymel86

the one where Sansa and Jon are locked in a big ol' department store over Christmas because of a convenient snow storm

The Nightmare Before Christmas 3k by @ladysalvatore3

Sansa Stark was far from being perfect; she occasionally forgot to put the lid back on the toothpaste, she was constantly arriving late to places, she didn’t know how to change a tire or had any idea of what path her life was going to take, but there were three things that Sansa was absolutely sure about. She loved to write. Christmas was the best holiday ever. She hated Jon Snow.

'Tis the Damn Season 4k by @justhereforfandomandfriends

Four times Jon doesn’t ask Sansa to stay, and the one time he does. Sansa Stark was sneaking out of her childhood bedroom to sleep in Jon Snow's bed. If you'd told teenage Sansa, she'd have laughed in scorn (but she’d have flushed too). Twenty-nine year old Sansa was almost used to it. By now, it was practically a tradition, and there was nothing Sansa loved more than holiday traditions. corresponding moodboard

when the snow falls and the white wind blows 10k

Sansa Stark and Jon Snow had never been particularly close, but since her brother died and the two moved to the same city they have been spending more time together. Sansa tells herself Jon sees her as the little girl who lived in the house beside his. Jon tells himself Sansa sees him as nothing more than her brother's best friend. But when the two are snowed in on the way back home for Christmas, their thoughts change.

Shamelessly Un-christmas 3k by @jade-masquerade

After Jon denied her a kiss under the mistletoe last Christmas, Sansa tries to make amends.

A Tale of Two Christmases 2k by @jade-masquerade

A Christmas gift mix-up involving a special sweater brings Sansa and Jon together. corresponding fanart by @grrmartin

all i want for christmas is you...to tell everyone we're together 2k by @ben-barnes-is-my-husband

It's Christmas and all Jon wants is for he and Sansa to be public with their relationship.

Who's coming to you tonight? 1k by @kissed-by-circe

“So you want me, me and no one else, to dress up as Nikolaus and bring wee-“ his mind scrambles as he tries to remember the boy’s name, because Arya only uses pet names for him, and he doubts that her sister named her child Woolfling, Dr Snuggles, or Baby-Bear, “wee… Ar- Artos some candy, and tell him that he’s been naughty?” Arya forces Jon to play Nikolaus for her lil nephew, and somehow forgets to mention that singlemom!Sansa is really really hot

Lights 7k by @charmtion

Two years ago, Arya turned up on Jon and Sansa’s doorstep and left after a single, soul-aching conversation. Now they are gathered back together for a Stark family Christmas, where old wounds and new secrets threaten to collide.

Door to Door Delivery 2k by @hilarychuff

A drabble inspired by my While You Were Sleeping (1995). Jon walks Sansa home during a Chicago winter.

The Spirit of Christmas Gifset by @aureliacamargo

All I Want for Christmas Jonsa vid by @aerishe

FOLGERSCEST INSPIRED

(yes, that commercial prompted Jonsa content which makes me laugh so it gets a special shout-out!)

Perks of the Queen 5k by @intothecest

After years in his exile in the Night's Watch, Jon Snow finally answers a summons to Winterfell from his sister, Queen in the North, just in time for a festival. Gifts are exchanged, long-simmering feelings percolate up, and, oh yes, coffee has come to Westeros.

The Best Part of Waking Up 5k @jillypups

After a long stint up in Alaska doing manly things, Jon Snow comes back to the Stark family home where he spent nearly all of his childhood, where he called the Stark kids brother and sister. But things change after a few years go by.

Gifset by @cindy-clawford

OTHER

Light in the Darkest Days of the Year Little Women AU/historical AU 9k by @sibyldisobedience

Winterfell was a handsome old house of modest proportions, that had once seen better days. Its green shutters and gables had faded to a dull grey. Its stone walls could use a new coat of whitewash. And its family, the Starks, had once been counted amongst the most distinguished in Wintertown — a small, sleepy hamlet, just north of the bustling port city of White Harbour, where it was as likely to snow in the summer as not. But despite this dreary description, Winterfell was the happiest little home in the neighbourhood.  Even on the darkest, coldest days of winter, the little grey house radiated warmth and light from its frosted-over windows, like a beacon. 

Fairy Lights and Mistletoe 3k Hogwarts AU, by @maybetwice

Sansa has every intention of going to the Yule Ball with Jon, even though he isn't sure why.

Shine Your Light on Me 2k canon verse @thatgirlnevershutsup

Let's celebrate a Northern holiday with Sansa and Jon! Think about a Hallmark Christmas movie set in Westeros, and you're on the right track.

A Stark Solstice 1.5k canon verse @ritzintherabbithole

It’s only fitting, she thought, that fresh snow should blanket the land around Winterfell today of all days. It is pristine, virgin white snow, seemingly pure, but Sansa know knows the kind of monsters that hide in the cold and her time spent in King’s Landing cured her of any instinct to trust appearances.

A midwinter night's dream 2k canon verse

After the Long Night, Sansa fears winter more than ever. How will her new born daughter survive a winter that might last for years? But magic is gone from Westeros, and soon it becomes clear that every season only lasts for a few moons. Though winters are still brutal, there is always an end in sight. And every year on the darkest day of them all, the Starks in Winterfell have a feast.

Festive Jonsa Edit

Christmas Is Here Gifset and Merry Christmas Gifset by @tiny-little-bird

PRE CANON - WESTERN - FAIRYTALE - REGENCY - LITTLE WOMEN - SEASON SIX - ANNE OF GREEN GABLES - THE GIRL IN GREY - FREE CITIES - FAIRYTALE PART II - POLITICAL MARRIAGE - SALTY TEENS - POST CANON - RICKON LIVES - JON X ALAYNE

[wolfgirlandfarmboy]

I'M NOT LATE-I AM EARLY FOR NEXT YEAR'S HALLOWEEN PIC

Anyways I decided that Nana's Halloweenified self is a wolf spider

[mollywog]

New favorite Ao3 email alert! Christmas came early this year! 🎁

Thank you so much for the gift! I look forward to everyone reading "Her Favorite Regular" and falling in love with it! ❤️

Thank you for riffing with me! It was so much fun and had you not provided the name, it would still be sitting in my draft’s!!

Her Favorite Regular

Is a continuation of the Thanksgivinglark snippets 1, 2, 3, & 4: Complete story is now posted on Ao3!!

Fic aesthetic provided by @thesunpersists as well!!

[violetmuses]

Holiday Cheer - T. Richmond 💫

Title: Holiday Cheer - T. Richmond 💫

Fandom: “Rebel Ridge” Film Universe

Character: Terry Richmond

Pairing: Terry Richmond + Female Reader

Main Storyline: Terry Richmond returns home for the holiday season.

@episodes-ff @diaries-of-me @pocketsizedpanther @blackgurlnhermoods @sweettea-and-honeybutter @babybratzmaraj @persethegawd 🏷

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2024

“Yes, let's go!” Mike Simmons checked his cell phone and grinned beyond words, almost dancing in the kitchen this morning.

“Uh-uh, Mike! What did I tell you about that phone? Put it away.” Lorraine Simmons frowned toward her son.

It's a miracle that Mike even pulled through and healed past countless injuries after facing the rural yet dangerous town of Shelby Springs.

“Ma, Terry's coming back!” Sneaking treats himself, Mike tapped the phone and his mother smiled, overjoyed despite cooking.

Terry's safe. Lorraine beamed.

****

Though Mike survived his unexpected attack in prison, veteran Terry Richmond fought corrupt police who uprooted the bail cash out of nowhere.

Soon, red tape offered financial settlements and covered several points after handling this large problem and Terry could start all over again.

Heading right toward his childhood home this afternoon, Richmond scored one new truck and parked outside, grateful.

When Terry's mother passed on, Aunt Lorraine would gather loved ones and keep celebrating the holidays with family members, still wanting everyone to spend that important quality time.

Palming flowers, Terry walked near the front after skidding each careful footstep around other vehicles to ring the doorbell.

“Ah - welcome back, Terry!” Aunt Lorraine opened that front door with the biggest smile on her face and hugged Terry, always stumping height while compared to Richmond.

“Good to be back.” His rare yet genuine smile offered kindness. “How are you doing?”

“I feel much better. Both of you are safe and that's all I care about now. C'mon.” Aunt Lorraine shuffled footsteps to bring Terry inside this afternoon.

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Other family members nearly swarmed this house as Terry poured eggnog and reunited with Mike, clinking glasses from the kitchen cabinets.

“Don't get in trouble again.” Richmond arched his brow while joining this counter.

“Got it.” Mike pulled the upstanding vow. “Guess what, T?”

“You found another job?” Terry clipped the response.

“Yeah. Not much going on, but it's still honest work.” Mike held down this new job despite everything.

“Good.” Terry finished drinking eggnog and headed toward the living room, still greeting folks while Aunt Lorraine continued preparing meals.

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“Somebody moved in across the street.” Mike's father Gerald Simmons pulled an announcement for this large group.

“Really?” Mike questioned, sitting right next to Terry again.

“Yeah. She's new in town, so don't act wild, all right?” Gerald warned his family members

Terry nodded when infectious laughter echoed just in time for dinner.

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Noting career milestones to acknowledging parenthood and more, Terry would learn several details throughout his reunion with loved ones.

“Still afraid of dogs?” Mike chuckled and nudged Terry after cleaning the kitchen.

“Nah. We were kids.” Terry squinted.

Growing up, Terry fell off his bike as a child and this puppy ran on the sidewalk at full speed. That moment would spook Richmond for quite a while.

“All jokes aside: Ma wants us to pick up her Christmas tree tomorrow. Is there room on top of your truck?” Mike cleared his throat.

“Yeah. Let's get there early before the crowds roll through.” Terry agreed.

“Aight. See you in the morning.” Dapping Terry up, Mike headed upstairs to sleep.

“See you.” Taking that guest room, Richmond also settled for the night.

******

Walking through this ongoing maze of emerald choices, Richmond quietly noticed you in the store.

Snow didn't reach the ground, but your smile warmed his broken heart. That Shelby Springs incident would continue lingering regardless.

“T? We got it!” Mike woke up Richmond's path for the Christmas tree.

“Cool.” Terry noticed the cash register just before you disappeared from his sight.

Damn. Richmond thought.

*******

After returning from the store, Richmond noticed that you stood on your porch to hang up this small yet festive wreath outside.

You even clapped through excitement, but walked back inside and closed the front door, no longer offering Terry this viewpoint of your own world.

Hours later, someone rang the doorbell while Aunt Lorraine cooked again.

“Hi. Sorry if I'm disrupting, but I made treats for your family.” When Terry answered the door, you held baked goods.

“Thanks.” Terry offered this rare yet genuine smile. “Happy holidays.”

“You too.” Your presence moved back across the street, but when Terry closed this front door, Mike and Aunt Lorraine almost screamed with laughter.

[evax3]

TILL THE END OF TIME Fate brings them together on the 24th of December, in all previous lifetimes and all those yet to come.

For Jonerys Winter Wonderland 2023 hosted by @snowxstormworld Day 1 | Holiday Magic | Jon x Dany | 10k

[rockybloo]

Would Halloween Jack try to make some cheesy line to Nana with like "I'm head over heels in love with you" and detach his head or something similar?

[marvelsfavoriteuncle]

⏳ Holiday Characters AU - 🎄🧚🏻‍♀️❄️

-> This is basically adding to the holiday fun of it all with the idea 'What If...our OCs were famous characters from our childhood?'

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JJ Claus (Santa) ~ 🎅🏼

Full Name: Jason ‘JJ’ Claus (aka Santa Claus)

Nickname(s): JJ, Jolly JJ, Santa, Big Red, The Man Behind the Magic

Age: Ageless (though he looks about 36, with a fresh and kind vibe)

Height: 6'0"

Appearance:

Hair: Short, well-groomed blonde hair (sometimes with a touch of stubble, giving him that sharp, modern look).

Eyes: Bright, twinkling, full of warmth and mischief.

Build: Fit and lean—JJ works out to stay healthy, but doesn’t go overboard. He’s strong, but sleek, without the traditional round belly.

Signature Look: A more modern take on Santa’s iconic style. JJ rocks a tailored red jacket (not too baggy, not too tight), or a slick, dark coat paired with a red scarf for a subtle nod to Christmas. Of course, the Classic Santa Hat is a must! Off-duty, he’s rocking a red hoodie with a playful “HO HO HO” across the front.

Off-duty Outfit: Cozy, laid-back clothes—think comfy sweatpants, a tee, or a sweater when he’s unwinding after a long day of magic-making.

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Role: Santa Claus – The Big Guy & Keeper of Christmas Warmth

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Personality:

Witty & Snarky: JJ’s sense of humor is sharp, dry, and sometimes a little sarcastic. His quick jabs and cheeky remarks are the secret sauce behind his charm, making him relatable and down-to-earth, even though he’s literally Santa. Whether he’s cracking a joke at an elf’s expense or sneaking in a playful comment about the chaos around him, JJ keeps things light—even in the madness of Christmas prep. “Let me guess, another disaster? Good thing I’m not in charge here.”

Warm with a Side of Sass: JJ is extremely warm and inviting—he knows how to throw a tight hug around you or give you a genuine compliment. But just when you think he’s all sweetness and light, he’ll throw in a snarky remark that reminds you he’s still got some edge. The blend of affection and sarcasm makes him both comforting and entertaining to be around. He’s the guy you’d want to crack jokes with while eating cookies and milk.

Emotional Depth: Beneath the humor, JJ is a man of great emotional depth. He carries the weight of Christmas on his shoulders, but he never lets it break him. When things go wrong, he might slip off to his office to process, but he’ll always bounce back—because Santa never quits. If he’s upset, it’s a big deal—expect a dramatic storming off to his office, door slammed behind him. But it’s rare, and everyone knows he’ll be back after a short break.

Romantic & Respectful: JJ is head over heels in love with Liz (Mrs. Claus). He adores her—sings her praises, and never misses a chance to mention how much of the Christmas magic is because of her. Liz runs the North Pole, and JJ knows it. He’s happy to play his part, but he’ll never take credit where it’s not due. When they’re together, he’s constantly complimenting her and showing her affection. He’s the perfect blend of sweet and playful, and they make a power couple that the North Pole (and the world) depends on.

Nostalgic and Tradition-Loving: Christmas isn’t just a job for JJ—it’s a deep-seated love. He cherishes the little moments—reading letters from children, reminiscing about past holiday memories, and keeping those special traditions alive. He’s all about connection and ensuring the world never forgets the true meaning of Christmas.

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JJ’s Quirks & Moments of Sass

Always Needs Sleep: JJ is obsessed with sleeping in! After the chaos of Christmas Eve, he sinks into his cozy bedand stays there, basking in the relief of a job well done. He also loves a midday nap when he can.

The Kiss Stain: Liz’s red lipstick is often found on his cheek after a kiss, especially after she smirks and leaves him a little mark as a sign of her love. JJ may not admit it, but he secretly loves the affection.

Dad Jokes & Sarcasm: JJ’s sense of humor is often dry, and his playful sarcasm often flies under the radar, but it’s part of his charm. His playful banter with the reindeer or even Rudolph is hilarious and adds to his lovable nature.

He’s ‘The Boss’… but Liz is the Real Boss: While JJ does a lot of the legwork, he knows who the real boss is—his wife, Liz. She’s the one who keeps everything running smoothly, and he adores her leadership. He might joke around, but he knows when she’s in charge.

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Diet:

Sweet Tooth: Yes, JJ loves sweets—cookies, ice cream, candy canes, and all things sugary. But he’s also someone who enjoys real food—comfort foods like meat (ham, bacon, chicken), cheese, and grilled cheese sandwiches. For him, food is about simple pleasures.

Hearty & Savory Meals: JJ thrives on a balanced diet. He’ll devour a ham sandwich just as much as he’ll enjoy a big plate of pasta or rice and beans. He’s a meat lover, loves his breakfasts hearty (eggs, bacon, toast), and keeps his fridge stocked with filling meals.

The Real Santa Diet: While the world thinks Santa survives on cookies and milk, JJ knows the truth. He grumbles when there’s too much sugar—“Is there anything in here that’s not sugar or fruit?” A meal of meat, cheese, pasta, and bread is what keeps him going.

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Skills/Abilities:

Christmas Magic: Obviously! JJ has the power to spread holiday cheer by deliver presents across the globe in a single night, and ensure the Christmas spirit stays strong.

Flight/Travel: He can travel around the world in his sleigh, accompanied by his team of reindeer. Petra (Mother Time) and Ethan (Sandman) help him navigate the chaotic Christmas Eve journey.

Problem Solver: JJ is often strategic and always comes up with ways to get things done, from managing his team to keeping up with the kids' wishes.

High Endurance: Despite the intense work leading up to Christmas, JJ can keep going through the night, only crashing when it’s all done. He has the energy of a 20-year-old on Christmas Eve and collapses into a deep, well-earned sleep afterward.

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JJ Claus in Action:

Christmas Eve Drama: When the sleigh malfunctions or there’s a last-minute crisis on Christmas Eve, JJ might drop a soft line like, “Well, this is a first. Alright, folks, don’t panic, okay? We can fix this.” He gets things done with a blend of leadership, warmth, and wit. Santa’s still in charge, even when things go off-track.

Christmas Morning: After the chaos of Christmas Eve, JJ takes a moment to reflect on the success of the night. He’s exhausted but content, sitting by the fire with Liz, perhaps taking in the peacefulness of the snow-covered North Pole. He’ll look at his team and say something like, “The world is a little brighter today. We did good.” That’s his way of soaking in the joy and warmth of Christmas.

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->JJ Claus's Crew – The Team Behind the Magic

The Furious Four ⏳🌨️🧚🏻‍♀️💫

Ethan "Sandman" – Dream-Weaver, The Sandman

Liane "Tooth" – The Tooth Fairy, Protector of Childhood Smiles

Ji-Hoon "Jack Frost" – Master of Winter, Ice and Snow

Petra "Mother Time" – Guardian of Time, Keeper of the Calendar

The Ghosts of Christmas 🕑🪄🔎

Cole (Christmas Future) – Mysterious, Brooding

Rochelle (Christmas Present) – Lively, Bubbly

Cassie (Christmas Past) – Nostalgic, Reflective

The Elves 📡📋⚙️🪀🕹️

Melissa – Top Elf & Tech Genius

Sadie – Creative Organizer & List Keeper

Tony – Sleigh & Mechanical Genius

Adrian – Toy Production & Builder

Lydia  –  Intel &  Undercover Operations

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Ah hi guys! Feel free to keep the chain going and add your own spin on the characters (along with your own ideas and change stuff around)! I can't see to what you come up with Have Fun!!

And yes! 🙌🏽 JJ Claus a sleep enthusiast 😌 he enjoys being lazy and chilling with his found-family

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[unchartedcloud]

Final Chapter: My Only Wish (This Year)

On the eve of Christmas, Lexa has one last chance to tell Clarke how she feels. Bullied by her children to make a movie-worthy confession, the innkeeper discovers whether there's any magic in a Christmas wish.

“Okay, okay. Well what is this that’s so important that it couldn’t wait?” Clarke picks apart the wrapping paper. “And was worth risking your life?” “That’s putting it a bit dramatically, don’t you think?” The little white box beneath the sky blue paper is nothing special; it isn’t branded, bears no pattern, and isn’t even tied with ribbon. It’s just a small, plain box bought from the stationary store however many months ago and happened to fit the two inch long, diamond-shaped red key tag nestled inside. That is branded, with the golden logo emblazoned on every one of the Polaris’ key tags…but this one, unlike those, has a C in place of a room number.  Clarke lifts it delicately from the box but doesn’t say anything. Lexa gulps, unable to read the look on a face hidden by hat and curls, and compulsively starts to explain: “It’s symbolic. That is to say…” Blue eyes, the color of a bright winter sky, look up at her, and any success she’d had at sorting out her words evaporates immediately. Gods, what is she doing here? How did she let her kids talk her into this?? “I know it hasn’t been that long, but Clarke…” Her heart hammers in her chest. In truth, she’s already done the crazy thing. What could she possibly lose now? “I would be most honored if you came to visit again, even after you came to say goodbye. So take this as a promise that you will always have a room at the Polaris.”

Read on Ao3.

[nephilimeq]

Holiday AU

Penelope is forced to go home over the holidays to handle her father's estate, which has been left to her to manage, and she meets the lawyer who is managing it, an old friend from childhood, Benedict Bridgerton. They end up staying in her family home over the holidays, where they are snowed in for two weeks and slowly fall in love.

[mistletoeandarrows]

Serenity and Starlight

I've returned with the sequel to my ShiSaku Christmas Eve story, "Serendipity and Starlight." I truly appreciate all the lovely kudos, comments, and fan art I received! Happy New Year, everyone!

Pairing: Shisui/Sakura

Rating: T

Preview:

He had never considered ice skating for a date, and it was sweet how something so simple made her look so happy. "You know, I think I'm finally getting the hang of this,” Shisui announced. “Confident enough to let go of my hand?" Sakura teased. "Watch me soar." Shisui glided a few paces ahead with increasing speed. He felt supremely cooler than when he had first hit the ice—until he was startled by a woman laugh-shrieking to his left, and he struggled to retain his balance. "Shisui!" That was the last thing he heard before he went tumbling onto his ass. 

Read the one-shot on AO3