#I have my Secret Santa gift all ready and just need to wrap it

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Chapter 30 - Vettel Reincarnate

final gp y'all - I might cry..

Shoutout to that one reader who was asking about secret santa - this one is for you darling!

Not going to do a giant speech - you all will know when the last chapter comes out because I'm going to do a farewell little post before the chapter goes live ☺️

Please enjoy!

A red Santa hat sat on your head as you stood in front of some cameras. Your grin was wide as your hands held three neatly wrapped presents. Secret Santa had finally graced the paddock and you could tell that the air felt lighter. Or maybe it was a bit hot in the oversized Santa suit that you were in. 

Max had already won the championship this year, so there wasn’t any bad air between two drivers. You and Charles were very close, but it wasn’t a fierce rivalry as the press seemed to make it. One stink eye to him and apparently you hated the Monegasque with every fiber of your being. And the pictures of the two of you at family dinner? The two of you were secretly conspiring against the other the entire time. 

Jemma, as you learned the lady’s name, was walking over. 

“Are you ready to start?” she asked, looking over the cameras one more time. 

You flashed her another smile. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” 

The cameraman gave you the signal, letting you know that it was rolling. You took a deep breath before you started. 

“Hi everyone, and welcome to the 2024 Grid Secret Santa.” 

You paused as you looked down at the presents. 

“I guess I’ll start then?” 

The crew chuckled around you as you set two down on the little table. You were saving the biggest one for last. 

The first present was a medium box. You carefully unwrapped it, making sure not to tear the paper. You giggled as you went slowly. 

“Max hated it when I would not just rip and tear last year at Christmas. I wanted to save the wrapping paper.” 

Laughter erupted from the crew around you, making your smile grow wider. You were a sucker for people laughing at you trying to be funny. 

You finally got the last of the paper off. 

“Props to whoever wrapped these. It’s very well done.” 

You opened the box and immediately started laughing. The small crowd was questioning what was in the box. You pulled the item out, which earned more laughs. 

In your hand was yet another pair of Lightning McQueen with Charles’s signature on them. You gave the camera a look. 

“This is like the third pair that I have currently. Arthur got me a pair last year with Charles’s signature on them as well.” 

Jemma questioned, “Do you have any guesses?” 

You thought for a moment. 

“It cannot be Lando, he does not wrap gifts this well.” 

“I heard that!” 

Your head whipped around to see the McLaren driver walking by with Jon. You raised your hand in a wave. 

“It’s true though!” 

You turned your attention back to the camera. The smaller box was in your hand. You quickly opened it up and let out a small gasp. Your fingers gently picked up a charm bracelet and you held it up for the camera. 

“What’s on it?” 

You smiled as you looked at all the charms. 

“So there’s an Italian flag, some maracas, and some dice – I’m thinking that these are for my wins – Monza, Mexico, and Las Vegas. Then there’s a little Formula 1 car, oh, is that a tiny can of Red Bull?” 

You held the bracelet to your face. 

“It is! That’s so cute. Ok, so then there’s an 8 and then a 9, probably for my number. There’s a camera, a football, a longhorn. Oh, ok, I definitely know who this is from.” 

You positioned the little charm toward the camera. 

“It’s a little chili.” 

Your eyes welled up at the thoughtful gift. 

“You know who your secret Santa is then?” 

“I’ll wait to say until I open the last present. You said there’s a card in there right?” 

“Correct.”

You quickly picked up the last big box. This time, the box was already decorated so you didn’t need to unwrap it carefully. You threw your head back with laughter once you saw what was in the box. 

Your hands grabbed it and held it to the camera. A giant blanket was on display. On said blanket was a giant Max Verstappen in all his glory. You put it around your shoulders. 

“This is just beautiful.” 

You spun around, showing the blanket off. A familiar laugh erupted from behind the camera. 

“Did you put him up to this?” 

Max looked as though he got caught before he smirked. 

“I-I can neither confirm nor deny,” he managed to get out between the laughs. 

You pulled the blanket around you, nuzzling your face into the soft fabric. By now, a lot of the guys were watching. 

Jemma reigned everyone back in. 

“Ok, do you want to say who you think it is?” 

You smirked. 

“It’s Carlos.” 

The Spaniard flashed you a giant grin. You walked up to the Ferrari driver and gave him a hug. 

“Did Charles tell you that I already had a pair of the Crocs?” 

You felt his head shake and you huffed. 

“Charles!”

“That is my cue to leave. I’ll see you all on track.” 

A flash of red quickly passed by your face. 

“Yeah, you better run!” 

Everyone laughed as you gathered your things. However, you wanted to stay for the next person, since it was the person whose name you drew. 

You watched as Lando stared with wide eyes at the giant crate that was put down before him. And then you silently laughed as the man also put a smaller box on top. 

Carlos leaned down and whispered, “You don’t have anything to do with this chica?” 

You whispered back, “I have no clue what you are talking about.” 

Your shoulders started to shake as you watched the Briton open the crate. He huffed as he looked down. 

“What is it Lando?” Jemma asked. 

The McLaren driver pulled out one singular fruit. 

“It’s a crate full of papayas. This was definitely not in the budget. How the hell does someone just get a full crate of papayas?” 

“What’s in the smaller box?” 

Lando pulled out a singular piece of paper. 

He read it, “One free drive in any one of my cars and two admissions into any country clubs I want for a full week.” 

You watched as a look of realization crossed his face. A warm smile grew as he looked right at you. 

“This is Y/n. I know it.” 

“Correct.”

“Why in the hell did you get me a crate of papayas?” 

You shrugged behind the camera. 

“Because you always complain that I call the McLaren color orange.” 

Lando rolled his eyes but waved the makeshift coupon. 

“I will be driving your Apollo though.”  

You pretended to grimace. However, it turned into a smile. You knew that he was going to pick that car, so you didn’t even try to stop him by writing ‘any car except the apollo.’ He would have whined and whined until you let him do it anyway. You watched as they rolled the crate away, signaling that they were done filming in this area. 

“Did you read the card chica?” Carlos asked as he walked you back to your garage. 

You pulled the piece of paper from your pocket. 

It read: 

Dear Chica, 

When I heard that Checo was retiring, I was kind of hoping that I might have been able to get the Red Bull seat back. I knew that Ferrari would change things for 2025, and I knew that you were on their radar. (Also, Charles can’t keep a secret.) 

You giggled but kept reading. 

However, seeing you grow on the track this year made me realize how special you truly are. No one is lying when they say that you will be World Champion one day. I hope that I’m still on the grid to see it. 

No one knows, but I will be returning to the grid in 2025 for Audi. (Please keep it a secret unlike Charles – I didn’t tell him because then he would tell Pierre and Max, who would then tell the entire grid.) 

If you ever need to come eat spicy food, I’ll have the guest house ready for you in Spain. We’ll go to the beach and tan while Max and Charles burn like lobsters. Maybe this time I’ll be willing to play mermaids with you. 

You’re going to go far Chica. Keep driving fast and with your heart. It only goes up from here. 

Love, 

Carlos 

Your eyes were watering by the time that you finished reading. You turned and put your head on Carlos’s chest as his arms wrapped around you. Sniffled escaped as you squeezed into the hug. 

“You know, the press is going to think that I’m not conspiring with you on how to take Charles out of the race.” 

You felt Carlos shake as he laughed. You bid your goodbyes as you headed back to your garage. You quickly placed your gifts in your driver’s room before changing from the Santa suit into your fireproofs and race suit. Since you had only let a rookie drive your car once, you and Max were able to just hang out during FP1. 

“Ok, so who did you get and what did you give? And what did you get from who?” 

Max sighed, a smile on his face. 

“So, I picked Charles.” 

“Oh no.” 

Max’s smile turned into a smirk. 

“So I got him one of those Inchident shirts from Etsy or wherever. And then I signed the shirt and said it was for my biggest fan.”  

The Dutchman smiled as he heard your giggles. 

“And then I just got him a gift card to some restaurant back home. But he said he’s going to wear the shirt next time we play paddle. He said something about creating an Inchident 2.0.” 

“And who got you?” 

“Logan. The kid did well.” 

“Yeah?” 

Max jerked his head behind him. “He got me three cheesecakes from The Cheesecake Factory and then a football. He also got me a book of dad jokes, saying that since I call you kid, I need to up my dad-joke game.” 

Your eyes landed on the three boxes, the book, and the brown, egg-shaped ball. 

“Can I have some cheesecake after the race.” 

“No.” 

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redbullracing max didn't get the memo? at least y/n can bring him everywhere now!

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y/n.nation the video was so cuteeeeee - I was so happy when Carlos picked her! And Max totally understood the assignment with Charles's gift

formulala_delulu the gifts this year was top tier! glad Charles didn't gift another calendar

maxverstappen1 I guess you're stuck with me kid

landonorris will you finally share this blanket?

y/n.89 maybe - depends on how I'm feeling.

charles_lecerlc when you get to an inchident competition but your opponent is a 27 year old Dutchman who can't let go of the past 👊😔

maxverstappen1 I mean...I'll take the shirt back then

charles_leclerc TOO BAD I'M ALREADY WEARING IT - GET YOUR OWN

y/n.89 chill shawty, no one wants the shirt anyway

box_box_express stoooppp I'm going to miss this grid!

y/n&co y/n is going to win - mark my words!

On Sunday, you were practically vibrating. Only a few points separated you and Charles. You needed to score higher than a P3 and needed fastest lap. 

However, Charles only needed a P3 and fastest lap to come out in second place. Qualifying was not in your favor as you were starting P9. Max and Charles vacated the first row. Standing by your car, they seemed so far away. 

Yet, as you sat in the seat, going over a few more details, you knew you could do it. 

“Final radio check kid for 2024.” 

“Mitch, I think it’s time.” 

“Time for what?” 

“An overtake masterclass.” 

“Right. Any song requests for the end?” 

You sighed as you looked around you. You knew that people were wanting a song from you, as you did after ever season closer. But this time, you really didn’t have a song that fit well. 

“Not this time Mitch.” 

“Ok. Lights out in 15 seconds.” 

You turned the radio off for the remainder of the time. You basked in the silence, finally welcoming it to think. 

The formation lap went well and no one ran into the barriers, letting everyone be able to line up to go. 

You watched as the lights started to count down. 

Five. 

Four. 

Three. 

Two. 

One.  

“And it’s lights out and away we go for the final time in 2024!” 

Your foot hit the throttle and off you went. Like always, your car felt alive. 

Woman and machine as one. 

“Now, Y/n L/n has to make her way back up to P3 while also trying to go for the fastest lap to be able to win the second place of the driver’s championship. We talked to her earlier and she said that she would be trying her hardest to also possibly get one more win for this season to complete her glorious rookie campaign.” 

“Yes, David, she has had the best rookie season since Lewis Hamilton. Even if she doesn’t win this race, she has blown his point record out of the water. She would tie him with wins during a rookie year, but she wouldn’t beat his place holder of second in the driver’s championship.” 

“And there she goes around the outside, getting by Oscar Piastri.” 

“Another overtake for L/n as she gets out ahead of Carlos Sainz in turn 3.” 

“It’s a double pass for the rookie on the straight. She is now in P5 as she gets around both Mercedes going into turn 1.” 

“I don’t know what classes she is taking, but this is a advanced one as she now overtakes Lando Norris.” 

“It’s P3 for L/n in 23 laps. Incredible! Truly an Overtake Master Class.”  

Your voice shook as you came on the radio. 

“I need to box. Something is wrong with the left tyre.” 

You had only been able to scrap back up to P3 when something felt off. 

Mitch responded quickly. “If you pit, this is the only one you get. Can you get to the end?” 

You knew that the one stop strategy might not work the best with the car for this circuit. You sighed, mulling over your options. 

If you did mediums, the tyre degradation might be too severe to even be on the podium. But, the hards would take forever to warm up. 

“Box, box.” 

“Looks like L/n is boxing early. Is Red Bull undercutting their team?” 

“What the hell is wrong?” Max voiced over his radio. Where they undercutting him? 

GP responded. “Something wrong with her front tyre. The nuts weren’t in enough and she would have had a major accident if we hadn’t boxed her. She will come out in P2, so you will hold the position.” 

The Dutchman sighed in relief. You’d be safer if they did undercut him. 

“Ok.” 

“Copy Max. Let’s just try to bring it home.” 

With the early pit stop and a fresh set of hard tyres, you were back out in P2, just able to get by Charles. 

The rest of the race, you sat back and fought as hard as you could. Only 30 more laps to go. When your tyres finally heated up, you were slowly gaining on Max. Before he or you knew it, you were now fighting for first place. 

“Ok, Max, it’s a free for all. Just don’t take each other out please.” 

“Copy GP.”

“Y/n, we’re letting you and Max fight it out. He is not pitting again. Keep it safe and bring it home.” 

“Who has fastest lap currently?”

“Leclerc.”

“Shit. Ok. What should I go for Mitch?” 

“What matters most to you?” 

An answer from your radio never came. 

“L/n and Verstappen have been given the green flag to just race. We are seeing two of the best of this generation fight it out at the last circuit.” 

“And that is a lock up from Verstappen! Does he get the lead back? Yes he does. He maintains the lead in front of his teammate.” 

“L/n is going to try to go around the outside, and she gets the lead going into turn 4, but loses it coming out of it.” 

“The rookie and the World Champion, what a duo these two have been.” 

“Fastest lap?” 

“You currently have it.” 

“Right on.” 

“And we are down to the final lap of the race. Will L/n be able to get a lead on her teammate and be able to keep it? That is what it is down to. We have seen these two brilliant drivers dance with each other, but L/n has not been able to keep a lead going out of a turn.” 

“You know who she reminds me of David? Sebastian Vettel. It’s the hunger and the passion for the sport.” 

“I absolutely agree with you. Vettel was a four time world champion. If she is anything like him, she will be world champion before we know it. Her driving style is so close to his, it’s like see him back in his Red Bull glory days. Truly unbelievable.”  

“MAX VERSTAPPEN GOES WIDE AND THROUGH GOES L/N TAKING THE LEAD AND SHE IS RUNNING WITH IT!” 

“L/N WINS HER FOURTH RACE OF THE SEASON IN ABU DHABI. Ending a perfect rookie year on a high!” 

You sighed as you crossed the line in P1. 

“Fastest lap Mitch?” 

Please, oh please. 

“Sorry kid. Leclerc got you in the last sector.” 

A frown wanted to grow on your face, yet you didn’t let it. You were a three time race winner and you wouldn’t let that be ruined. Your head turned as you saw Max pull up near you. You gave him a wave that was reciprocated. 

You watched as his finger went in a little circle and you nodded in agreement. A red car was now in your mirrors. You stuck your hand out the halo to give Charles the signal that the Dutchman gave you to. You saw as he stuck a thumbs up as well. 

Once the cars were in position, you took the lead for the burnouts. Laughter erupted from your throat as you spun your car. Above, fireworks went off in the sky. As your burn out ended, you pulled into the P1 spot. 

You quickly got out of the car and fell on your knees. Your helmet lowered to the ground as you put your hands on the tyres in a mock bow. You leaned back and just sat for a moment. Your visor was still down as you took it all in. You hit the pavement before getting back on your feet. 

Yet, it didn’t take long for Max to barrel into you. You almost fell over, but he kept you up. You were starting to jump up and down in excitement. 

“You did so well Geitje! So fucking proud of you. That was such good racing!” 

“I thought you had me! Like we were all vroom, and then you locked up, but kept it, and then I was all like ‘Waahhhhh’, and I saw you went wide and I was like, I’m going to get him,” you kept rambling to him as the two of you got weighed and then went to get interviewed. You stopped Charles on his way, though, when he passed to go to the cool down room.

“Charlie! I thought I had you!” 

A laugh escaped the Monegasque as he brought you in for a hug. You just leaned into him and sighed in content. You felt Charles put his head down against yours. His hands were tightly wound around your shoulders while yours were around his waist. 

“You did good Gosse, you did good. I am so proud of you.” 

You pouted against him. “But I couldn’t get second.” 

Charles removed you and put you at arm’s length. 

“Y/n, you cannot even begin to fathom what you’ve done this season. As a rookie, you have beaten a four-time world champion. You’ve beaten Ferrari. You’ve beaten everyone’s expectations. You’ve done it all, and that should be something to be proud of. And if you’re worried about a placing, you just confirmed that Red Bull won the constructors championship.” 

Your eyes lit up by that, and you brought Charles back into a quick hug before going to the interview. A smile grew on your face as you saw Arthur standing with a very sweet smile of his own. The younger Monegasque loved to see you getting along with his brother. It was only solidifying that he made the right choice with you. 

He watched you walk up to him as you took a microphone. 

“Y/n, that was some racing! Starting from all the way from P9 and making your way up to a race win. How are you feeling?” 

You exhaled before answering. 

“Well, you know, it was exhilarating. I would have been happy with P3, but then my left tyre wasn’t doing too well, so I had to box early. I think that’s what was able to position me just right to get a placement on Max.” 

Arthur smiled. “So, in terms of a rookie year, you have had one of the best campaigns since Lewis Hamilton. How do you feel to know that you have broken so many records?” 

“Well Arthur, it feels great. I just really wanted to prove that I could do this and show people that Red Bull made the right choice with me.” 

“One last thing. I was hearing Crofty on the livestream and he was making some connections between you and Sebastian Vettel. I’ve also seen many videos calling you a Vettel Reincarnate. Thoughts on that?” 

Your eyebrows pinched. 

“Well, Seb isn’t dead, so I don’t know how I could be his reincarnation.” 

The two of you laughed at that. 

“But I am honored to be compared to one of the greats. I know that people always compare drivers, but I really am proud to know Sebastian personally and to be great at driving to the point that people want to say that I remind them of him.” 

The interview was wrapped up after that. Since you took a little more time, you weren’t able to get to the cool down room. Thankfully, Max had a water bottle or two for you when you got to the podium. 

You guzzled one down as you watched Charles and Max walk out. You were able to follow them, but someone tapped you on the back. It was a man holding your nation’s flag. 

“I know that this celebration is normally reserved for World Champions, but we thought you’d like this.” 

You took the flag without hesitation and wrapped it around your shoulders. You stood proud with it as your anthem rang out. 

The two male drivers watched as you hummed along to the anthem, swaying back and forth. The flag almost fell as you raised the trophy, yet, you held the trophy with one hand and then flag in your other. 

As Charles and Max were spraying you with champagne, your mind began to wander. You’d be on this top step at some point. But that time, it would be as world champion. 

The champagne seemed to freeze in the air as you took everything in. You finally felt as though you could breathe easy. You had made it. You had a contract renewal coming way before your contract would even expire. You had your family here with you. 

Everything was perfect. 

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redbullracing rookie and champ - logging out one last time 💙

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y/n.nation SO THAT'S IT???? WHY AM I CRYING 😭

box_box_express thankful to have been here since the beginning. y/n deserves everything that she has done and more

y/n.89 FANS ARE CRYING - I'M CRYING - WHY IS THIS ENDING???

maxverstappen1 there's next season? 🤨

y/n.89 OH YEAHHHHHHHH

maxverstappen1 this kid I swear

formula1_4ever this season was phenomenal - the amount of racing that we got to see and multiple drivers winning, I'd go back to rewatch it all again

wholesomef1 tell me why this season is going to go down in history

rookie&co while I'm sad for winter break - I'm gearing up for next year!

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y/n.89 wow, there were just so many moments this season that had me in a loop, so - here are some pictures from my favorites album 1. the first time I truly witnesses Lestappen in all it's glory 2. me and thur when he visited my apartment in the UK 3. for the Charlie girlies - looking ethereal in Vegas 4. my first podium in Abu Dhabi!! 5. for the Oscar girlies - (he was looking at lando) 6. Lewis and my son 7. Logan when he had to come find me after getting lost in the trains 8. my parents trying raising canes for the first time 9. this glorious picture of me from VEGAS 10. my boyfriend looking SCRUMDILLYICIOUS (hard launch who?) 11. George in Mexico after I gave him a sombrero 12. Lando wanting to punch me after I gave him a crate of papayas

thank you 2024 season - you will be one I never forget!!

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y/n.nation this was so sweet 🥺

landonorris did me dirty bug

y/n.89 it's what you get

lewishamilton your son? 🤨

y/n.89 yes, my son

maxverstappen1 when did you take the first picture??

y/n.89 vegas 2023 - you look so in love maximillian

charles_leclerc awwww you do 🥰

maxverstappen1 gag.

box_box_express stop stop stop all of these are so cute

fanof_1681 Charles/Oscar girlies we rise

alex_albon why that picture?? I know you had like 5 others

y/n.89 cause lily looked the best in that one - duh

rookie&co I guess this means I have to change my username :(

formulala_delulu oh to just go back in time and rewatch the entire season again for the first time

It took a while to get back to your drivers room. You took just a minute to just feel. Feel the trophy, feel the champagne in your suit, feel the emotions. You didn't bother to sit on the little bed, so you were on the floor leaning against the couch.

You let your mind wander.

In reality, you were thankful for your past. Arthur, Vito, Stella back at Dams, maybe even your parents. It’s because they all pushed you to be the best. 

But you’d continue to show them how truly great you were. You’d put your name in the hall of fame if it was the last thing you did. 

As you looked at the pictures in your room, your eyes landed on one., You were bunched in with Max, Charles, and Mitch at Vegas. Just looking at it gave you shivers as you thought of what was to come. However, right now, you could only wait for the future. A future full of championships and families. Deep down, you second guessed yourself, wondering if it ever would come true.

But it’d come true. You knew it would. 

World Champion. 

Because, for all it is, it's just wishful thinking. 

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SECRET SANTA (h.r) 18+

pairing: dom!renjun x f!reader

summary: when you are renjun’s secret santa and you choose to get him a silly present, but the night ends with him splitting you open on his couch.

genre: @jenoslutie ‘s christmas collab, smut, fluff

warnings: best friend!renjun, pocket pussy mentioned, unprotected (seems like all my fics.. but pls use protection!), cute renjun, softdom!rejun, creampie??

word count: 1.6k

a/n: YOOO yall don’t know how many time i had to scrap the damn fic. i was so close to ending this account that’s how bad it was fr.. also i am so sorry for how late this is i was trying my best to finish it with how many times i deleted it and tryna keep up all my course work ,, hope yall can enjoy and look past how late it is ………also listen to this song bc it was on repeat while i was writing this!!

renjun was one of the hardest people to read, he was very quiet and kept to himself. unlike the rest of the guys, he didn’t hit on you or make sexual jokes around you. you were convinced he didn’t make any jokes of that sort at all.

you smile as you mentally read his name off the slip you just drew from a cup. you and your friends decided to do secret santa, following the usual tradition you had all followed.

you spotted renjun sitting at the kitchen counter, snacking on some chocolate covered pretzels. he would talk from time to time, but most conversations was held by you and the others. you sit on the counter facing him, staring down at him. “junnie?”

he hummed softly as a response, “are you not having fun?” you say with a sad tone to your voice.

he quickly straightens his posture before responding, “i-im having a lot of fun!” he says with a slight smile.

you smile back at him taking his hand and leading him to the living room, where everyone else was singing and dancing.

you snickered to yourself as you wrapped up renjun’s gift. unsure of what to get him you thought you’d get him something silly and something he needed. your friend group was very open about hookups and lack there of. renjun, however didn’t really talk about any of that. so what better gift to get him than something he could use to pleasure himself?

you were getting ready to drop off his gift. he didn’t have a lecture today and he wasn’t working so it was the perfect time to swing by his apartment. you also didn’t want any of your friends to see the gift, they tend to make a big deal out of things.

you rung the doorbell to his apartment, quickly making your way in when he let you in.

“junnie!” you exclaim hugging him immediately. “i’m your secret santa,” you say with a bright smile to your face handing him the wrapped present.

he smiled and took the gift placing it under his small christmas tree. “take a seat, let me get you some hot chocolate,” he said heading to the kitchen.

you take off your jacket and place it on the hanger by his door. snuggling into his cozy couch, and covering yourself with the blanket you had crocheted for him. “junnie i’m gonna search for a movie to watch!” you yell from the couch, earning a small ‘mhm’ from him.

scrolling through the new releases you chose a random rom-com, and renjun came back just in time with your mug of hot chocolate and some cake. he sat down next to where you laid, getting under the blanket and letting your head rest on his lap.

the movie started with the main characters hating each other, and you were intrigued this trope being your favorite. your focus kept shifting as renjun kept playing with your hair, his slender fingers massaging your scalp.

you relaxed into his touch, your mind hazy at the softness of his fingers. “fuckk,” you moaned, accidentally. you cover your mouth quickly realizing what just happened. he chuckled, slowly pulling his hands out of your hair.

your face is reddening but you try to hide it by looking at the screen, focusing once more on the movie. which was probably not a good idea. you’re not even sure how long he was massaging your scalp, but by the time you looked back there was a sex scene.

you clear your throat awkwardly as you watch it, rubbing your legs together and shifting around. “are you okay, y/n?” you quickly look up at him from his lap and nod your head yes rapidly.

“yes!” you exclaim. “sorry if i was moving so much,” you say moving to sit next to him. focusing on the screen once more.

you let out a sigh of relief as the movie came to an end. “you know,” you start, moving towards his tree. “you can open your present,”

he nodded walking towards his tree, grabbing the cutely wrapped present. “you’re right,” he said as he neatly ripped it apart. his eyebrows furrowing in question looking at the box under the pink wrapping paper. you sit back on the couch sipping on some water as his mouth forms an ‘o’. “you got me a fucking pocket pussy?”

you burst out into laughter, spitting out the water in your mouth. he walked towards the couch while holding the present in his hand. “y/n,” he started, lifting up your chin up to face him. your eyes wondering everywhere but to his own. “why’d you get me this?”

his tone was deep, with a serious undertone and it made you nervous. you had never seen him like this, you didn’t even think his voice could go that deep, dropping a few octaves from his normal voice. “i-im sorry.. i just wanted to give you something to help yourself!”

he looked down at you angrily, “what? you thought that just because i didn’t fuck you that i didn’t fuck anyone?” he leaned down closing the gap between you and him, “you’re right, though.”

you could feel his breath on yourself, making you even more nervous. “do you know why that is, y/n?” you nodded your head no as a response, unable to get any words out. “well, it’s because i want to fuck you, i always have.”

you gasped at the words, throat closing up at his words. “fuck it,” he said before closing the gap between you two, pushing his lips on yours. his hand sneaking around your body, one around your neck to deepen the kiss the other gripping your hips.

you moan into his mouth, he pulls away slowly. “i need you right now, y/n,” he says. “then fuck me, junnie!” you say in excitement awaiting his next move.

his eyes were full of lust and warmth, he kept steady eye contact with you as his he started getting on his knees between your thighs. he pressed the hot warmth of his mouth onto your clothed pussy. chuckling against you as your back arched from the friction. “baby, relax your body,”

you whine as his fingers grace your cunt, he plays with the waistband of your panties. “please! please do something renjun,” you pleaded him making him laugh at you before pulling your panties down and lapping at your pussy.

his hand grip at your thighs, and his tongue works your folds. he sucks on your clit like a madman, hungry and thirsty for you. “you’re so fucking wet, y/n,” he says while adding two fingers into your hole.

you gasp, throwing your head back, a scream ripping through your throat. “fuck, fuck!” you moan out, your hands making their way to his soft hair, grabbing a handful to guide him more into your pussy.

renjun looks up at you, seeing your pleased face, smiling to himself. “y/n, baby are you close?” he asks you in a sweet tone.

“mhm! fuck, yes i’m close junnie!” you moan out as a response. and just like that your body felt empty, your orgasm is quickly interrupted. a sadistic chuckle escaping him as he sees the sadness on your face. “why’d you stop?” you pout.

he smiles, cupping your face with his soft hands, caressing your hair before saying, “i want to feel you,” he says simply, kissing your swollen lips, “i wanna feel you come against my dick,”

you bite your lips, using your hands to pull his sweats down. letting his dick spring out against his abdomen. “can i ride you?” you ask, whispering into his ear as if you’d be ridiculed if you said it any louder.

“fuck, y/n, you can do whatever the fuck you want to me.”

you smile, climbing onto his hardened dick, using his arms as support. you both let out a pleased sigh as you sank down into his dick, slowly letting yourself adjust to his size.

you started to slowly bounce, but renjun had different plans. his hands rest on both sides of you, forcing himself into you fast, making your eyes roll back. he giggled bringing his head to rest on the nape of your shoulder as you rode him slowly.

the room was filled with the sound of your bodies slapping against each other, and your loud moans along with his quiet moans. you ran your nails over his toned back, biting his shoulder softly.

he uses his hands to lift you from bouncing, causing you to whine. “shh, baby,” he said pushing your head onto the soft couch in his dimly lit living room. you can feel yourself feeling hotter against his hard dick.

renjun aligned himself, hand resting on your lower abdomen, slowly entering you feeling himself against your lower stomach. “you alright y/n?” he asked earning a response from you almost immediately.

“yes, yes fuckkkk!” you scream into the cushion you were holding for support. “you’re fucking me so good, junnie.”

he smiled to himself, his thrusts becoming sloppier. he could feel himself getting closer and closer to coming undone. his hand worked its way to your clit rubbing circles, making your eyes roll back harder than before.

your legs were threatening to give up on you, and renjun gripped your hips to hold you up. “where do you want my cum?”

you moaned at the question, “in me please!”

he complied with your request, cumming in you. your body gave up on you, letting you fall down onto the couch. renjun let out a low chuckle. “you fucked me crazy, junnie!”

he smiled at you, pressing a kiss onto your lips, your eyes half closed. “yeah, i guess i did,” he laughed at your fucked out state. “do you still think i need that pocket pussy?”

you giggled, “definitely not, you probably think i’m the worse secret santa…”

he smiled, “this was the best gift i could ask for,” he said placing a soft kiss on your lips.

[sleepingpillscosmos]

MISTLETOE — hajime iwaizumi

pairing: hajime iwaizumi x fem!reader.

warnings/content: fake dating. mention of alcohol. hanamaki gets wasted. bullied oikawa. suggestive towards the end. suggestive comments.

wc: 2k.

a/n: so this is my present for my secret santa, @lou-struck, for the secret santa event held by @enchantedforest-network. I hope you'll enjoy your present, this fic helped me getting out of my writer's block <3

"Are you ready?" Iwaizumi asked from the living room as he grabbed both your coats while waiting for you. You didn't answer but appeared in the room in all your beauty, all dressed up, with your hair and makeup done, you looked flawless.

Iwaizumi was left speechless. He already saw you like this multiple times, but this time it was different. You looked different. Your dark red dress was perfect for you, it wrapped your body just in the right way, highlighting all your curves. Your makeup was really simple, but he thought it suited you perfectly. And your hair looked perfect, soft and shiny. He thought you were perfect. Maybe it was just the Christmas air, but he had to take a deep breath to destabilise his heartbeat.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" your sarcastic comment made him come back to normal. He rolled his eyes and approached you to help you put on your coat so that you could finally leave the house.

Tonight you were celebrating Christmas eve with your high school friends, Matsukawa, Hanamaki and, last but not least, Oikawa. It was a long time since you last saw each other, everyone had their own life and unfortunately your schedules didn't line up, especially Oikawa's, who was always out of the continent. But now you were all in town for the holidays, so you took this opportunity to spend some time together, just like old times.

You all decided to have dinner together at Issei and Hanamaki's shared apartment then spend the night there.

You both entered Iwa's car, you put on your seatbelt as he started the engine to drive off, directed to your friend's apartment.

"You didn't forget anything, right?" he asked, never taking his eyes off the road. "Yeah, all I need for tonight is in my bag and all the presents are in the second one"

"Did you bring my present too?" he grinned after asking you. He knew that you couldn't contain your excitement when you bought a gift for someone, ending up saying what you bought after three days at most. But this year you made a promise not to tell anyone, especially Iwa.

"Yes, but I'm not telling you, so stop teasing me." he hummed in response, trying to hide the little smile that was starting to appear on his face.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. We'll probably have to share a bed this night." he gave you a quick apologetic smile before turning his face back to the road, "I can always sleep on the floor if it makes you uncomfortable"

"Don't worry it's fine, I'm not letting you sleep on the floor with this cold. Plus we already shared a bed." yes, it's true, but not entirely. You shared a bed before, in your high school years, but you were also sharing it with your other friends when you did a sleepover, all cramped up in one bed.

Iwaizumi parked in front of your friend's house. You got out of the car and grabbed your bags as Iwa did the same before going to ring the bell.

You took the elevator to reach the right floor since you were too lazy to take the stairs.

"I'm really sorry" Iwaizumi sighed. You gave him a puzzled look.

"About this situation. I didn't expect this to last this long" he looked really sorry, but you gave him a sincere smile. "It's okay Haji'"

The said situation was your relationship, or better, your fake relationship. It all started when he was at training with his team. They were slacking off, continuing to talk about their love life instead of doing their exercises, and Iwaizumi was starting to get fed up. Every time he "interrupted" them, they would tease him, saying that he was mad only because he had no love life. After what was probably the tenth time, he admitted that he had, in fact, a love life and that he was happily dating a girl.

He expected that they would forget about his statement in a couple of days or so. But, somehow, this news reached Oikawa, who called him a couple of hours later. He was literally screaming because how dare Iwaizumi not tell him about this, he even started crying.

Iwa was pissed off, but he thought that the story would finish there. But the day after you stormed into his apartment, asking him why Oikawa talked your ear off about your nonexistent relationship and how he was deeply hurt by the fact that he discovered it from someone else. In that moment Iwaizumi had wished that the floor had swallowed him, but unfortunately it wasn't possible.

You talked about it and decided to fake it for about a week or so, to let everyone's excitement die down. But at the end of that period, Oikawa showed up in front of Iwaizumi's door. He was so excited and happy for you both that neither of you had the heart to tell him the truth.

And now you were here, after about six months, in an elevator, on your way to celebrate Christmas eve with your friends, as a couple.

The elevator's door opened and you found your friends' door already open.

"Guys!" Hanamaki exclaimed when you both approached the door, "You're late, we thought you weren't coming!" he said as he hugged both of you before helping you with your bags.

Once you entered the apartment you left your shoes at the entrance and Maki gave you a quick tour of his house then he led you to the kitchen, where your other friends were cooking dinner. Or, better, where Issei was cooking dinner while Oikawa was whining about no one knows what.

"Oh here it is! My favourite couple!" Tōru dramatically said as he opened his arms, waiting for your hug. You wasted no time and hugged him immediately, even if he was a total pain in the ass he was your best friend, and you really missed him. Iwa was a bit reluctant, but Tōru gave him no choice as he practically jumped in his arms.

When dinner was ready, you helped Issei take everything to the table, where your other three friends were sitting, waiting for the food while talking about their day.

The dinner went perfectly, everyone was happy to be there all together after so long. You talked about everything and anything. You recalled old times, when you and Issei would convince Hanamaki to drink more than he could take, ending up having to take care of him. Or when you and Iwa bullied Tōru at every training, just because you loved seeing his dramatic ass all pissed and offended. Or when you, Makki and Issei wanted to skip school and Iwa always found you and dragged you to school, somehow he always knew when you were about to do something stupid. Your high school years were wonderful, you five were inseparable.

Then after high school everything changed. Tōru was always out of the country, Hanamaki and Issei had their own life just as you and Hajime. You didn't spend much time together, the only one you saw nearly every day was Hajime since you worked for the same team, him as an athletic trainer and you as a physiotherapist. But when you hang out together like this, everything seemed to go back to when you were sixteen.

Time flew by, all the presents were opened and all the wine was finished. Makki was collapsed on the couch and Issei helped him stand up to take him to his room. The three of you remaining decided to follow them, you and Hajime in the guest room while Tōru on the couch.

"If you need to change I can wait outside" he said, already reaching for the door handle, but you stopped him. "Don't worry, I just have to put on my pyjama"

He looked at you, searching for any sign of discomfort, then he hesitantly nodded. You turned around and took off your shirt to change, once you were finished you turned back, just in time to see Hajime's back as he put on his shirt. You couldn't deny that he was attractive, really attractive. I mean he was gorgeous, his body looked like it was sculpted and he acted like a true gentleman. He was perfect, even if he didn't think so. Maybe it was the wine thinking for you, or your teenage self who had the biggest crush for him.

"You okay?" he asked, concerned when he saw you spacing out, it snapped you out of your trance. "Yeah, sure" you laughed nervously looking everywhere but at him, embarrassed because you got caught daydreaming.

Something caught your eye just above Iwa, you had to try really hard not to burst out laughing at your other friends' stupidity. You approached him, leaving little to no space between your bodies. He looked at you confused, then he looked above him when you pointed to the ceiling with your finger. He scoffed as realisation hit him.

There, above both your heads, there was a sprig of mistletoe, roughly attached to the ceiling with two pieces of tape by your stupid friends. You didn't know how it was still hanging there.

"They are so stupid" he sighed, shaking his head, and you nodded, smiling at the gesture of your friends. Yes, they were stupid, but it was kinda sweet.

"So?" you asked, "Don't you know about the tradition?" your smile grew even larger.

"Yes, I know, but we don't have to do it if you don't want to. After all nobody's watching, so we don't have to fake" he said looking directly at you, with a blush creeping on his face.

"Do you want to, Hajime?" you moved your gaze on his lips for a second, hoping that he would get the hint. Iwaizumi gulped before nodding, his face even redder than before.

"Then do it" he wasted no time and gently cupped your cheek, meeting you halfway to kiss you.

It wasn't the first time you two kissed. But it was the first time you did it alone, without other people watching. This was your real first kiss, and it was magical.

It started off slow, with one of his hands on your cheek and the other at the nape of your neck, to keep your head in place, one of your hands was grabbing his wrist while the other was on his waist. Iwa really wanted to deepen the kiss, he waited for this moment since the day he met you, but he didn't want to make you uncomfortable or scare you. You sensed his hesitation, so you took the lead. You deepened the kiss while moving his hands, just above your butt, before lacing your arms around his neck.

He took the hint, and after some seconds he lifted you by moving his hands behind your thighs. He gently placed you on the bed, with his body between your legs. He hovered over you, supporting his weight with his arms to not crush you.

Maybe this situation wasn't so bad after all...

[...]

"God guys, we put that mistletoe to make you kiss, not to make you procreate a whole bunch of children" Tōru said as you and Iwa entered the kitchen, Issei and Makki chuckled as they shared a knowing look.

"Oh shut up, you're just envious because you don't get bitches" Iwa said not even looking at him as he grabbed two mugs for the both of you to pour some coffee.

"What? That's not true! I get a whole lot of bitches! Even more than the three of you combined!" and with that, Oikawa started a never ending speech about how many girls he gets, why he's better than them and who knows what, you all learned to switch your ears off and nod every now and then when he started to whine like this, just to avoid a headache.

network: @enchantedforest-network.

[just-some-trans-nobody]

December Christmas Monster stories

December 7.) Female Yautja at Christmas party

Summery: you take your alien wife to a Christmas work party. A coworker upsets you and that pisses you off. Reader if only refured to as "you" no pronouns used

Warnings: unwanted flirting, gift that crosses over boundary's, animal pelt, pissed off alien, yautja being possesive

Minors don't interact!

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“Love, are you ready?” You called putting the finishing touches on your wrapped gift for the secret santa. The company you worked for was having a Christmas party, spouses were invited. Your goddess of a wife agreed to come though she didn't understand human celebrations. They didn't have anything to do with hunting, not any more at the least. But you were excited and asked so nicely, there was no way she was going to say no. 

Stepping out the bedroom door she ran her hands over the tight red fabric smoothing it out. The sight of her in a floor length dress with a slit on both thighs took your breath away. You weren't sure it was an appropriate dress for a business party but by the gods did she look divine in it. Draped on her shoulders was the pelt from some animal she had killed with her own bare hands on some other planet. You weren't sure of the name of the animal, it didn't matter now as it was an accessory showing off her beauty and strength. Like all her other clothes this dress had no sleeves, she hated them she rather have her arms free for fighting. What you couldn't see was the dress was backless. The pelt covered that fact out for the most part. 

Your eyes refused to stay still looking over every part of her absolutely stunned by her looks. The gold jewelry just adding to her beauty. It was a celebration, she wanted to look her best. Gulping you tried to calm your nerves, you weren't sure you could make it through the party without melting from her amazing looks.

She could read you so so well. This was planned, she knew wearing this dress would make you go feral. It was going to be a fun night messing with you. “I'm ready my moon hunter.” She purred walking up to you. Leaning down she paused for a second giving you a view of her chest for a moment before gently rubbing her mandibles against your cheek. Kisses were a bit of a difficult matter with the difference of months between the two species. Hard to kiss when you don't have lips. Leaning back she raised her mandibles up in a smirk. Holding her large hand out for you to take she watched amused as you scrambled to grab the gift and her hand. “Which ooman are you giving that to?” She questioned pointing to the gift in your hand. “Oh? Janet from marketing. I don't really know her so I hope she likes the mittens. I overheard her talking about how she really needed new mittens.” You said looking at the wrapped gift hoping it didn't scream I don't know what you like so here. “She better like it.” Your wife said, holding up a fist. “Down girl.” You joked kissing the back of her hand drawing a purr from her.

Janet loved the mittens, luck for you they were her favorite color too. The person who got you as secret santa turned out to be Susan from the accounting department. Her gift to you were fuzzy handcuffs. This made you greatly uncomfortable getting them from a coworker you knew even less than Janet. She seemed to know that as she had given you your gift the second your wife had stepped away to get the both of you a drink. “It's to use on me later.” She said winking at you. Looking at her with disgust you pushed the box back into her hands and walked away. 

“I don't want to be here any more.” You told your wife when you had found her. She immediately noticed the look on your face, your body language, she didn't know what happened but she was pissed. “Who upset you, my moon hunter?” She asked flaring her mandibles. You didn't say anything, just glancing over to Susan. Following your gaze she spotted the fuming woman upset about your rejection. 

Stomping her way the party quieted down, the sight of an eight foot pissed alien would stop most parties. Standing in front of Susan your wife glared down at her. If she could kill with just her eyes Susan would be long dead. Being so livid your wife angrily clicked at her being so worked up to speak in english. She was livid that Susan had upset her, if she knew the cowering woman before her had attempted to steal her spouse she would have ripped her to pieces, literally. You knew you were going to have to send management an email explaining what happened later. 

After a few minutes your wife stopped clicking at her and was just growling. She was definitely holding back. If Susan was a yautja your wife would have picked her up and thrown her out the window. Turning your wife stormed back over to you, picked you up and stormed out the door. 

Back at home she cooed and clicked at you while you sat in her lap. You were fine now but she wouldn't stop with the cooeing and clicking. After a while you figured it was because she was the one needing the attention to calm down. Turing in her lap you gently cupped her face as you leaned in to pepper her in kisses. The moment your lips were on her she was purring. 

Closing her eyes she relaxed into your touch as her arms snaked around your waist holding you close, locking you in. “I love you so so much. Nothing will ever take me away from you.” She didn't know why you worded it like that but it was a comfort, she often worried about losing you. 

It was decided between the two of you Christmas work parties weren't worth the stress, next year you were going to skip it and just cuddle your wife instead, maybe spend it on her home planet instead.

[celestiall0tus]

Tales of Bloody Bug and Chat Noir - Chapter 29 - Christmas Party

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            Alix finished wrapping her present for Chloe’s Christmas party, then checked the time. She would need to head out soon. She sighed and got ready when she heard Tikki make gagging noises. She turned as Tikki spat up a small red stone that looked like half of the yin-yang symbol.

            “Ew, Tikki, what is that?” Alix demanded.

            “A kwagatama. It’s a symbol of great friendship between a holder and a kwami.”

            Alix’s eyes widened as she picked up the kwagatama. “For real? You mean it?”

            “Yup. And it’s more than just a mere symbol. With it, you can speak with other ladybug holders. And, well, I spoke to Plagg and there’s someone I want you to meet. She was also a ladybug, but not for as long as the others. I hope that, maybe, she may be a new guiding light for you.”

            Alix’s face softened as she scooped up Tikki and nuzzled her. “Thank you, Tikki. So, when do I meet with them?”

            “Give me a week to retrieve her with Plagg.”

            “Retrieve her?”

            “Yes. See, this ladybug holder doesn’t exist anymore. Technically speaking that is. Plagg and I need to pull her out of the void and restore her. Just be warned. When we restore her, a certain… condition will be unmet and need to be fulfilled once again by other means.”

            “What’ll happen?”

            “I don’t know, but I trust in you. I know whatever may come, you and I will be able to face it together as one with Adrien and Plagg.”

            “You can count on it.”

            Tikki beamed. “Thank you. Now, let’s go! You don’t want to be late.”

            Alix nodded. She got ready, grabbed her present, and headed over to Le Grand Paris. She stepped into the main lobby to see it decked out with party decorations, tables filled with catered sweets and drinks, and a swarm of guests. She glanced around for her secret Santa when Adrien tackled her in a hug.

            “Alix! You made it,” Adrien cheered.

            “Adrien! Of course, I did. Why wouldn’t I?”

            “He’s just worried since Lila and Marinette are lurking around here,” Kagami said.

            “What? Why are they here?”

            “Lila likely stole an invitation, and Marinette’s family is one of the caterers.”

            “Have they given you any trouble?”

            “None more than usual.”

            “Well, why don’t we enjoy the festivities, yeah? Oh, but first I need to drop off my secret Santa gift.”

            “Oh, that table over there with all the gifts on it,” Adrien pointed out.

            Alix nodded and dropped off her present before she joined Adrien and Kagami in the festivities. Alix basked in their companionship as they were later joined by Mylene, Rose, and Ivan. They all enjoyed each other’s company when Juleka, Luka, and Nathaniel joined them. Juleka and Nathaniel approached Alix, looking away, then up at her.

            “Alix, I’m sorry for what I did as Evillustrator. I… I wasn’t myself, you know that, right?” Nathaniel asked.

            “I do. I also don’t blame you for anything,” Alix said.

            “What? Why? I almost-.”

            “Nathaniel, I chose to die that day. All you did was give me an easy way out without realizing it. Besides, you shouldn’t be apologizing to me, but that guy.”

            Nathaniel looked away. “I… I should. And I admit that I acted like an ass to him. I was just angry because I look up to Bloody Bug. She’s so strong, bold, and fearless. There’s nothing that she won’t do. I mean, she faced a dragon head-to-head without a hint of fear in her eyes. So, when I was given that diary, I thought it was actually hers and that I’d get to meet her again.”

            “But when you saw that guy, all that hope was crushed,” Alix finished.

            Nathaniel nodded.

            “Well, tell you what. I’ll find that guy again and we’ll work something out. If he was able to write something that convinced you that it was Bloody Bug’s, then he’s one hell of a writer. One that you might be able to work with to create an amazing comic book.”

            “Yeah. Yeah! I’ll do my part too. If I see him, I’ll try to make amends.”

            “Good. That’s what I want to hear, Tomato. Now, Juleka, what do you want?”

            “I want to apologize for how I’ve been to you. Or, well, how I was that one time after Marinette was first akumatized.”

            Alix raised a brow and crossed her arms. “Go on.”

            “I’m ashamed to say that I let myself be fooled. I believed Marinette and Alya’s word about your character over what I’ve grown to known. If not for Rose… and Luka… I just might still.”

            “Wait. Rose I believe, but Luka? What has Luka said about me?”

            “It’s not what he’s said, but what he hasn’t. He’s not exactly subtle, yet no one else seems to notice. Quite a paradox, don’t you think?”

            Alix furrowed her brow. She glanced back at Luka, who stood beside Rose. His eyes widened when they locked eyes before he turned away. She pursed her lips and looked at Nathaniel.

            “Hey, see if you can’t find that guy here. Maybe you mend the bridge,” Alix suggested.

            “But-!”

            “Now!” Alix hissed.

            Nathaniel raised his hands and ran away. Alix sighed and pulled Juleka away from the group.

            “Juleka, Luka doesn’t have a crush on me, does he?”

            Juleka looked away.

            “Balls. I’m ending this.”

            Juleka panicked and pulled Alix back. “Don’t. Please.”

            “Juleka, I’m not about to let this fester.”

            “But he’s changed so much. Don’t ruin this for him, please.”

            “Juleka, it’s cute and all, but I have no interest in romance. If your brother was interested in the more, uh, physical side of a relationship while keeping things platonic, I wouldn’t mind so much. But he doesn’t seem the type.”

            Juleka knotted her brows in thought as her eyes darted back and forth. “Alix, are you… would you happen to be… aromantic?”

            “Aromantic? What’s that?”

            “It’s when you don’t experience romantic attraction, but still experience other types of attraction. Most aros that I’ve heard about hate romance with a passion, but Rose told me that some aros do crave companionship, even without the romance piece. Something about it being a queer platonic relationship.”

            “Queer platonic? What is that?”

            Juleka held up a finger. She dipped into the group and spoke with Rose. Rose’s eyes widened as she ran up to Alix.

            “I heard you have questions about the LGBT. Ask away.”

            “Uh, right. What’s this about queer platonic relationships Juleka had mentioned?”

            Rose gasped. “Are you aromantic, asexual, or both?”

            “Juleka said aromantic, but not asexual, so just aromantic I think.”

            Rose bounced excitedly. “That’s amazing! Ok, see, this is usually more common in aros, but not unheard of for the other two. Basically, a queer platonic relationship is where you have a relationship that is between friendship and romance. Most people would refer to it as friends with benefits, but it’s not. I’ve never experienced it myself, but it seems, how do you say, intimate in its own special way.”

            Alix furrowed her brow. “That… that honestly sounds nice. Like, really nice. But I doubt people would be interested in that.”

            Rose smiled and took Alix’s hands. “Well, no, but you’ll find those people that do. It’ll be disheartening as you go through people you’re attracted to for them to turn you down, but in time, you’ll find the ones that’ll accept that part of you. Just like how Juleka found me. You’ll find your someones too. I know you will.”

            “Thank you, Rose, but also do me a favor.”

            “What’s that?”

            “I know Luka has a crush on me. If he ever brings it up to you, let it drop that I’m aromantic and what that entails. Would you do that?”

            “Absolutely. Better to not let that one fester. Luka is a wonderful boy, but he has a gentle heart that is easily broken.”

            “I’m glad you at least see reason. Unlike Juleka.”

            “Oh, Juleka tries. She just… she wants the best for Luka. However, what she thinks is the best isn’t always the best, but there’s also no convincing her otherwise until she makes up her own mind. It can be frustrating, but once you know, it’s easier to handle.”

            Alix hummed. She glanced at the group when Chloe’s voice boomed in the lobby.

            “Good evening, everyone! I hope you’re all enjoying this little get together. It’s almost time for the secret Santa exchange, but before that, a little game and a personal gift from me to all of you.”

            Alix watched as Chloe moved to a wall lined with stockings stuffed with assorted goodies. She tilted her head, her curiosity peaked.

            “Sabrina and I put together a parting gift and a game. Each person may take one stocking and will find a random assortment of treats and prizes. But there’s a little something special in fifteen of these stockings. Those lucky to pick one of these stockings will find themselves in possession of an all exclusive, front-row, VIP, backstage ticket to Jagged Stone’s concert to kick off his Miraculous tour! And, not only do you get to meet rock hero, Jagged Stone, but also the heroes that safeguard our great city!”

            Everyone erupted into gasps and excited chatter. Alix tilted her head and tapped Adrien on the shoulder.

            “Is money bags being serious right now?”

            “Yeah. She got those tickets as part of the you-know-what. We all technically did, but we just gave her ours and told her to figure out who to give them to,” Adrien whispered.

            “Wait, they gave you guys those tickets? For what? To give to our friends?”

            “Yeah, exactly. I didn’t like that, so I told Chlo to find a way to pass them out without drawing too much suspicion. I suppose this works, right?”

            “I’d say so. Good job.”

            “Now, before you take your parting gift, exchange your gifts, and check in with Sabrina. Once you have, you may take a stocking. And thank you again for coming to the one and only Bourgeois Christmas Extravaganza!” Chloe exclaimed.

            Everyone rushed over to the present table to retrieve their gifts. Alix glanced over and saw Luka grab Juleka and rush over to the table as well. She was taken off guard by the sheer excitement and hope in his face. She hummed and maneuvered through the crowd to Sabrina.

            “Oh, hi, Alix. Did you get your present already?”

            “Uh, no. You know which of those stockings have the tickets, right?”

            “I mean, yes, but-.”

            “Could you make sure the Couffaines each get one? I just saw Luka drag Juleka away with such hope in his eyes. I think he wants one of those tickets.”

            Sabrina’s eyes misted over as she placed a hand over her heart. “I’ll make sure. You can count on it.”

            Alix smiled and gave Sabrina a quick hug before she headed over to the table and grabbed her secret Santa present for Adrien. She smiled and returned to the group and handed it to him.

            “What’s this? Was I your secret Santa?” Adrien asked.

            “Yeah. I know you’re coming over for Christmas anyway, but you know, a secret Santa is a secret Santa. So, here you go.”

            Adrien opened the gift and gasped. He carefully took out a picture frame with a collage of photos with him with the Kubdels. In the bottom right of the collage was “The Kubdel Family” written on it. Tears fell from Adrien’s eyes as he hugged the frame.

            “Thank you, sis. Thank you so much.”

            “Anytime, bro. Now let’s find my secret Santa, get our parting gift, and blow this joint.”

            “Could we get ice cream?”

            Alix snorted and laughed. “Alright, we’ll get ice cream. Let’s go.”

            Alix turned towards the table but stopped when she saw Mylene in her path. Mylene smiled and held up a wrapped present.

            “Merry Christmas, Alix.”

            Alix’s eyes widened. She opened the present to find a silver bracelet with assorted charms.

            “What do you think? I made sure to get different charms for all of us, to remind you of us. See? I’m the leaf because I’m a nature warrior. Oh, and Ivan is the skull and cross bones because of you both liking that heavy metal music. Rose is the unicorn because it’s Rose. Nathaniel is the painter’s palette, Chloe is the diamond, Sabrina is the dog, and Adrien is the cat. Lastly, there’s the roller blades for you. Oh! And the little heart. Take a look.”

            Alix looked at the heart charm and saw “You’re not alone” engraved on it. Her breath caught as she turned it over and saw “We’re with you” engraved on the back. She smiled, put on the bracelet, and hugged Mylene.

            “Thank you. I love it.”

            Mylene smiled and returned the hug. “I’m glad. Merry Christmas, Alix.”

            “And Merry Christmas to you too, Mylene.”

            Alix and Mylene waved good-bye as Alix and Adrien headed over to the line to Sabrina. Alix watched as other partygoers got their stockings. Most didn’t get a ticket while a few lucky ones did. She watched as Luka and Juleka moved up to the wall with certainty and took down a stocking. She watched as the twins searched their stockings and each found a ticket to Jagged Stone’s concert. She felt joy swell within her seeing Luka’s pure, unfiltered excitement as he and Juleka danced and celebrated at both of them getting a ticket.

            “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Luka this anything,” Adrien commented.

            “Me either, but I like it. You?”

            Adrien sighed and smiled. “It looks amazing on him.”

            Alix smirked. “My, Adrien, do you like Luka?

            “Huh? Of course, I do. I’ve wanted to be friends with him since I met him. So, seeing him like this makes me happy. Maybe, someday, we can be friends.”

            Alix smiled and patted Adrien on the back. “I’m sure you will. Just give him a little more time. He’s only just begun to come out of his shell. Don’t rush him.”

            “Don’t worry. I learned my lesson.”

            Alix chuckled. She and Adrien approached Sabrina, showed her their presents, and headed up to the wall. They each grabbed a stocking and checked them. They both got an abundance of sweets and beauty products, but no ticket. She sighed in relief and headed for the door with Adrien. They stepped out into the cold air and walked down the sidewalk for a bit before they disappeared into an alley. They transformed into Bloody Bug and Chat Noir. Bloody Bug took her yo-yo out, opened it, and put Adrien’s present inside for safekeeping.

            “Alright, ready?”

            “Always.”

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[ssahotchnerr]

so i’m writing dadsbestfriend!hotch x reader (but christmas edition) and it’s everything i ever needed - are you kidding me? mistletoe and secret santa and aaron looking so goddamn fine in a red button down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows so that when he’s shrugged off his suit jacket you can see every chord of muscle right down to the veins on his arms !!

and because it’s not even thanksgiving yet and i’m impatient, i’m leaving this here because little details like this have me giggling and kicking my feet

“i come bearing gifts.” he holds up a tupperware container. “dessert. jack and i made sugar cookies. granted, they might not be recognizable - jack was a bit overzealous with the frosting - but they are delicious, and,” he offers you a neatly wrapped present, complete with a red bow, “for the now not-so-secret santa.”

he chuckles at his own joke, a warm and light sound that rumbles low in his chest, and considering that aaron's laughs are a rarity, few and far in between - and reserved for altogether special company - it's that knowledge that has you, despite the cold, feeling such warmth; straight out from your heart to the tips of your fingers and toes.

pls hit me with ur holiday hotch thoughts 🥺💗

STOPPPPP the way that is so incredibly and absolutely perfect i am MELTING 😭🥰 if you're comfy with it, pls tag me once you've finished i would love to read it fully 🫶🏻

cw; mentions of food, quick reference to haley's death

UGH but holidays with the hotchners 🥺🥺🥺 i have many many thoughts hehe i hope you're ready!!!!

i can see aaron being the type to wait until after it's thanksgiving to really begin prepping or whatnot, BUT you, along with jack's help, are pulling all the christmas boxes out of storage within the first week of november.

AHHH imagine aaron getting home from work, and as he opens the door he is immediately greeted by the blasting of christmas music and boxes piled in the living room. at first, he freezes and is like what in the world ????? but then jackers runs up to him all excited that he's finally home so the three of you can finally start decorating because he's been waiting way way too long 🥹🥹🥹 you join the two of them, just as excited as jack, and aaron looks at you amusingly and is like "wasn't it halloween not even a week ago?? what happened to thanksgiving?" but hehe nonetheless, that night aaron sets up the tree and you all decorate the apartment together <3333

and that's just the beginning of all the festivities 🥹 the first day it actually snows a decent amount, you and aaron take jack sledding <3 UGHGHGN aaron all bundled up in a puffy coat with a hat and scarf 😭😭 he's also very adamant that you and jack are equally as bundled up, there will be no frostbite on his watch >:( but the three of you all race one another down the hill, and take turns going down with jack 🥹 speaking of aaron gets so <3333 seeing you and jack sliding down the hill together. on several occasions the sled topples over, throws you both into the snow and the two of you are just laughing and laughing 🥺 and despite the cold aaron is just feeling so so so warm because he feels so happy and what more could he want in the world than his two favorite people 😭 and afterwards!!! it only makes sense to indulge in hot chocolate and watch a christmas movie <3 the three of you cozy up on the couch (and yes, you did talk aaron into matching christmas jammies) with blankets and your hot chocolate and have a sweet night in <3 this year, jack can't seemingly get enough of elf but he barely makes it twenty minutes, falling asleep from the super fun day he had <3 hehe that leaves you and aaron 🥺 you're curled up at his side and he has an arm around you <3 AH he just keeps giving you kisses and his eyes are so so full of love when he looks at you 🥰😣

and the week of christmas!!!!!! full of making cookies, last minute shopping, the three of you work on a gingerbread house together, and jack is nearly bouncing off the walls with excitement from the second he wakes up until he's tucked into bed that night <3 and just the thought of aaron in cozy sweaters or crewnecks <3333 omg

on christmas eve, dave has his big get-together at his mansion, for dinner and gifts with the team. and then christmas day is just a day for you and your boys 🥺<3 jack is in your room right at dawn, jumping onto the bed to wake you and aaron up because you've been asleep for far too long and he needs to see if santa stopped by!!!!!! hehe aaron gets up first much to jack's dismay, because he has to wait just five more minutes, solely just to put some coffee on <333 but that gives you an opportunity to give jack some quick snuggles and tell him merry christmas 🥹 and finally when aaron is ready hehe, jack runs out and is completely enamored by what he sees 🥹 you and aaron watch him open his gifts, and then jack surprises you with gifts of his own!!!! it's different crafts he made at school, but you can easily tell how hard he worked on them and jack is also very proud of himself that he managed to keep this a lil secret without letting it spill🥺 and then it's the rest of the family gifts!!! heheh you and jack got aaron a gift, and aaron and jack got you one <3333 ughbgh there is just so much love in the air and everything is absolutely perfect <3 the three of you also stay in your pajamas all day long 🥺

ALSO!!! it wasn't until after you entered aaron's life that his holiday season became more festive 😭 while he was with haley, they did the per usual; decorating, presents, christmas cookies, made it as fun as they could for jack- all that. but after the divorce, everything changed since it was just him. he would still have a tree, he would decorate cookies with jack, but the season just didn't feel as magical anymore :( and it didn't help that he had such a busy work schedule. plus before haley died, he only spent a few hours with jack on christmas, meaning he spent most of the day alone :((((( but now, he has you and will never feel sad or alone during the holiday season as well, which now quickly become his favorite time of year 🥹 plus let's not forget how you are driven to make sure jack has an amazing holiday season after everything he went through too :( you just want to supply your boys with the most love possible 🥺

so even decorating earlier works in aaron's favor then, because since you never know when he'll be dragged away by serial killers, you have a more open window of time to make sure aaron is included and doesn't miss out on anything <33333

[kelyon]

Wrapping Up Her Christmas Gift 1/2

My Rumbelle Secret Santa gift for @99goosebumps!

The prompt was: "Rumbelle pegging, both in lingerie"

This is technically a continuation of my fic "Begging on His Bended Knees." You don't need to read that fic to understand this one.

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Chapter two is here

“You like soft things, don’t you, Theo?”

  Belle French slid the fabric over her submissive’s outstretched palm. In the revamped office building that housed Belle’s professional dungeon, Theo Gold knelt in front of her wingback chair. He was blindfolded and stripped to the waist. She rubbed the dark green silk across his bare wrist.

“Yes, Mistress Belle.” His voice had that dazed, breathy quality that came over him whenever he really got into a scene. “I like things that are soft.”

“Soft and smooth,” she sing-songed. “Silky and satiny.” 

Using the fabric, she stroked up his arm and down his naked back. Theo often needed time at the beginning of their sessions to warm up to being touched. He didn’t get a lot of it in his normal life.

“You like fine things,” she told him. “You like quality, and beauty.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered. 

“Do you want to look beautiful, Theo?”

Even through the blindfold, she could see his eyebrows furrow. He swallowed hard before he answered. 

“Yes, Mistress. I want to be beautiful for you.”

Belle tutted. With one finger, she lifted his chin. “No, no, my Theo. This isn’t something we’re doing for me. We’re doing it for you. I’m going to ask again, and I want you to answer correctly this time: Do you want to look beautiful?”

He clenched his jaw. His hands balled into fists. When the words came, they seemed to have been dragged out from the depths of his heart. 

“Yes, Mistress. I want to be beautiful for me.”

“Good.” She cradled his face in her hands, removed the blindfold so he could see her sincerity. “Good boy, Theo.”

With a shaking breath, he accepted her praise. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. Belle stroked his hair and murmured how good he was, how proud she was of him. 

She was proud of him. It had been a long road for the fearsome Mr. Gold to admit he needed all the things society told him not to want. A powerful man wasn’t supposed to yearn for weakness. He wasn’t supposed to let himself be vulnerable, to open himself up for pain and ridicule. A real man wasn’t supposed to take joy in softness and beauty. He wasn’t supposed to crave such things, especially not for himself. Theo did. He wanted the frivolous and the decorative, the lovely and the weak. He wanted to be those things. 

Belle never tired of giving him ways to be himself. 

When he was ready, she set him on his knees again and stood up. With the blindfold off, Theo had full freedom to look at her. His dark brown eyes shone as he drank her in. He looked from her high-heeled, thigh-high, red vinyl boots, to her flared red skirt lined with white fake fur, to her red corset, red opera gloves, and jaunty Santa hat. 

It was Christmas Eve, and neither of them had anywhere they’d rather be. 

Belle held up the green silk she’d been rubbing him with, pinching it between her thumbs and forefingers so he could see the shape of the panties. 

“Can you put these on by yourself? Or do you want me to help you?”

Theo licked his lips. “I--I can do it,” he said softly. “Though I may need your help with the corset.”

“Of course.” Belle put the panties in his open hands and sat back down in her chair. It was the perfect place to watch him. “Anything for my sweet Theo.”

****

 Gold gripped the material, crushing it with the force of his need. He was already hard, though just being around Mistress Belle was enough to do that to him. All of his scenes with her were good, but this was a special night. This was the culmination of everything they had done so far, the first step of a new journey.

His cane was on the floor beside him. Mistress was always so good about keeping track of it. He picked it up and used it to get to his feet. He was shirtless, but had kept his shoes on. Whenever possible, he kept his feet covered, so Mistress wouldn’t be troubled by the scars on his bad ankle.  

He sat on the chaise lounge across the room from Mistress’ chair. As he removed his shoes and socks, he kept himself from stealing glances at her. He had to believe what she told him, instead of looking for lies. She wanted him to do this, he told himself. It was safe. She wasn’t going to mock and deride him like any normal person would. She had a plan. He had to trust her.

Trust did not come easily to Gold. Mistress Belle had earned it over months of sessions. Over and over, she had proved her professionalism, her compassion, and her genuine desire to do what was good for him. This would be good for him. She would take care of him, as no one in his life ever had. 

It was easier to take off his boxers than it had been to take off his socks. There was nothing extraordinary about his cock, either towards the good or the bad. Mistress was more than familiar with male anatomy, including his. It didn’t bother her to see his erection; she always said she took it as a compliment. Gold had nothing to be embarrassed about.

Carefully balancing from one leg to the other, he slid his panties over his legs and up to his hips. His first sensation was of tightness. A yielding pressure against his skin, like someone cupping his groin and his buttocks at the same time. 

God. It almost felt like an embrace.

His fingers twitched as he rubbed his hand over his hipbone. The change from warm skin to cool silk and back to skin was intoxicating. The panties had a full back, which covered his arse, but there was an exposed V over the center of his backside that was fronted with lace. Reaching back, Gold touched that area. He savored the texture. He had always liked touching lace on a woman. It was a thrill to feel it on himself. Next time, he would wear something that was all lace.

For now, the silk was smooth and luxurious, completely without flaw. It was enough to have it under his hands, let alone to wear it on his body. Slowly, he dragged his palm over his groin--until Mistress cleared her throat and he snatched his hand away. 

“I know you’re excited,” she said patiently.  “I’m excited too. But you have to follow the rules, even at Christmastime. What is the rule, Theo?”

“I mustn’t touch my cock until you say, Mistress.” The words flew out of him like a lesson learned by rote, a lesson he had long ago memorized and imprinted on his heart.

“Correct,” she said, with a touch of imperiousness. The tone suited her. Mistress Belle deserved to be treated like a great lady. 

“I am sorry, Mistress,” Gold said sincerely. “I didn’t mean to disobey you. I wasn’t trying to touch myself.” He gulped. “Please don’t say I can’t put on the rest of my clothes.”

It was an unlikely punishment for an infraction so minor, but there was something thrilling about begging his Mistress for mercy. It felt cathartic--perhaps because he knew that she would always do what was best for him. Either she would grant him mercy, or the punishment she gave him would be fair and restorative. Mistress Belle  was a benevolent goddess, not a vindictive one. 

She laughed indulgently at his plea. “Don’t be silly, sweet Theo. I’m not going to deny you this experience. Not unless you start acting very naughty.”

“I won’t,” he promised. More than anything in the world, he wanted to be good for his Mistress. 

“I know,” she smiled. Her blue eyes twinkled. Her lips were as red as her holiday costume.  “Why don’t you put on your garter belt next?”

Gold looked down at the coffee table, where all his paraphernalia was laid out. The garter belt was the same shiny forest green as the rest of the set. Since it was mostly straps, it lacked the expanse of smoothness that the panties provided. It wasn’t Gold’s favorite part of the ensemble, but he would need to wear it if he was going to keep his stockings up.

He placed the garter belt across his waist, then reached both hands behind him to fasten it. The hooks were damnably small and hard to feel out. How was anyone supposed to pull this thing together when they couldn’t look at it?

“Do you need help, Theo?” Mistress asked after a moment. From the amusement in her voice, she knew very well that he was out of his depth. The question was a reminder of the core principle of their dynamic: She would give him what he wanted, as long as he asked her for it.

He lowered his arms and looked at the floor when he spoke to her.

“Mistress, will you please help me?”

Only then did she stand, with a bright smile on her face. “Why, Theo! How clever of you to ask! I would be more than happy to help you dress.” 

He kept his eyes lowered as she came behind him and put her hands on his waist. She took the garter belt and moved it around so the fastenings were in front of him. Reaching around him, her gloved hands lined the hooks into the loops so the belt was a complete circle around his abdomen. Then she pulled it around him again so the clasp was on his back where it belonged.

“That’s how you can do it if you’re ever alone,” she said as she smoothed the straps. “When I’m with you, of course you should always ask for help.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

There was the slightest constriction around his stomach when he breathed. He liked it. It was like having Mistress’ arms around him every moment, a constant reminder of who he was and why he was doing this.

“Sit down now,” she ordered. Gold instantly obeyed. “Do you know how to roll on a pair of stockings?”

It felt good to sit. How did she know? He had been standing for too long, putting all his weight on one leg. Mistress took such good care of him. 

“I think I do,” he answered her question. “Will you correct me, if I do it wrong?”

“I will.” She towered over him in her platform boots. Her arms crossed over her chest, which pushed up the pale globes of her breasts. 

Gold swallowed and looked down again. He couldn’t get distracted by her beauty, not now. Not when she had given him a task to complete.

He picked up one of the stockings. They were also green, dark enough to cover up anything unsightly. He gathered the fabric up into a ring and placed one foot into the hole. Slowly, careful not to snag on anything, he lifted his leg to pull the stocking up.

Mistress Belle chuckled. “Are you trying to seduce me?”

Gold stopped what he was doing to look up at her. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing,” she shook her head. “It’s from a movie. Don’t worry about it. You’re doing very well, Theo.”

He did the same thing with the other stocking, then stood up to fasten the tops to the straps that hung down from the garter belt. With his cane in one hand, he presented himself.

“Did I do well, Mistress?”

She looked him up and down. “You’re not straight.”

Despite himself, Gold let out a laugh. “You know, I have been re-considering that lately.”

She snorted, and waved her hand as if to swat him. “That’s not what I mean, silly Theo. I’m looking at your stockings.”

A bright red line ran up the back of Gold’s stockings. Turning his head, he could see how the line on his bad leg was decidedly slanted. 

“May I touch you, Theo?” Belle asked softly. “May I help make you beautiful?”

Gripping his cane, Gold lifted his bad leg up for her ministrations. “Please,” he whispered. “Please help me, Mistress.”

He had never known her not to be gentle, even when doling out punishments, but she seemed especially careful when she put her hands near his leg. She straightened the line of his stocking and smoothed out the material. Her touch lingered on his ankle, warm and soothing. Could she feel the raised scars through the fabric? Did she want to see them? Was it out of morbid fascination or something more sympathetic? Could Mistress treasure the most grotesque part of his body in the same way she reveled in the perversions of his mind?

Would he ever be brave enough to find out?

She stood up. Neither of them spoke. Mistress Belle picked the corset up off the table and handed it to him. Gold was able to fasten the metal loops over the metal pegs in the front, but it was up to her to finish the lacing. It was an underbust corset, the top edge a flat line just under his nipples. With every pull of the laces, there was a feeling of tightness, but it wasn’t constricting. Gold felt contained in the corset. He felt safe. He was as protected in lingerie as he was in his three-piece suits. 

“Is that tight enough?” Mistress asked. “Is it too tight? Take a deep breath for me, Theo.”

He obeyed. His chest filled the corset. Somehow, it felt like the deepest breath he had ever taken.

“You look so lovely,” she said. “Truly, you do, my Theo.”

Gold’s cheeks burned. He ducked his head. “Thank you, Mistress.”

The last part of his outfit was a pair of elbow-length silk gloves. He had been worried about them. Much of his body could fit in women’s sizes, but his hands were indisputably male. Fortunately, there was a whole subculture of men who wore opera gloves with surprising regularity. Gold didn’t like to think of what he was doing as drag, but he was more than happy to buy from a drag queen supplier. 

The gloves were dark and elegant. His hands glided over his clothes, over his skin. The gloves made everything he touched feel smooth and sleek and lovely. They made him feel lovely, at least to the touch. And Mistress said he was lovely to look at. 

He let out a shuddering sigh, his only way of voicing the yearning that consumed him. His eyes fluttered closed as he touched his own body. It was broken and sagging and old, but somehow it was lovely, lovely, lovely. 

Tears leaked from his closed eyes as he caressed himself. Gold embraced the feeling. The same awe and wonder he normally only expressed for his mistress, now he felt it for himself. He was beautiful, like she said. He loved beauty. He could love himself.

He never thought he could feel this way. For years, he had denied himself even the desire to love himself. Why want something when it would never happen? 

It was happening now. Mistress Belle had made it happen. She allowed him to want again, and she had given him what he wanted. 

When he opened his eyes, she was looking at him. Her expression was soft and misty.

“Thank you,” she whispered. 

“For what?”

She reached out to take his hand. A red glove enveloped green, both of them satiny and beautiful. Mistress Belle came closer still, to kiss a tear away from his cheek.

“Thank you for letting me see your joy, Theo.”

He let out a breath, a hollow laugh. “Thank you for giving it to me.”

Smiling, Mistress shook her head. She picked a final item up off the coffee table. It was a length of green ribbon, with a festive bow at the midpoint. Coming behind him, she tied it loosely around his neck, like a collar. Then she turned him around to face her. She fingered the bow that nestled neatly in the hollow of his throat, underneath his Adam’s apple. 

“You’re my present,” she said softly. It was almost like she was talking to herself. “I don’t need anything else.”

If this was happening outside a scene, Gold would ask her what she meant. If she wasn’t his mistress but just Belle, he would offer to give her anything. He had enough money to buy her whatever she could ask for and her happiness would be worth the price. This woman had saved him. She had soothed the ache in his heart. It destroyed him to think she might suffer an ache as well. What was her true desire? What did she want? He would do anything to help her, but in their present roles, ‘anything’ had a very narrow definition. 

Somehow, she seemed to understand. Meaning passed between them without words. So much between Belle French and Theodore Gold could not be said. It could only be felt. Both of them knew that. Both of them tried to live with it.

Mistress hadn’t taken her hands away from his throat. A red-gloved fingertip brushed his long hair back behind his ear, revealing more of his face. She traced over his forehead, his cheek, his jaw. Her touch trailed down the nape of his neck and over his bare shoulders. She grazed down his arm, to the tips of his own gloved fingers, and then back up to his chest. She tweaked his nipples, felt the new curve the corset brought to his waist. 

Lower and lower, inch by inch, she claimed him with her touch. She fit her finger under the band of his garter belt, stretched out the elastic, then let it snap back on his hip. The pain was sharp and stinging and perfect. She did the same with the upper edge of his panties, though that snap was less intense. Both of her hands slid over the silk that covered his backside. She squeezed his arse like he was a fresh mango.

“Oh look at that.” She smiled broadly when she got to the front of his panties. “Look who’s so hard for me!”

She squeezed the silk over his cock and Gold bit down on his tongue.

“Mistress,” he groaned. “Please!”

‘Please’ what, he wasn’t sure, but he trusted Mistress to take care of him. All he had to do was tell her what was happening and allow her to make a decision. If she wanted him to come in his panties, then she knew it would happen if she kept touching him. If she wanted him to last longer, she would have to ease off on the stimulation. If she wanted to tease him and keep him on the verge of orgasm for minutes or hours, then he would have to submit to her will, no matter how agonizing it might be.

In her mercy, Mistress released her grip on his cock. She gave it a few loving pats as a promise of more attention soon. Then her hands slid down his thighs, over the straps of his garters and down to his stockings.

“Are you ready for me to touch your feet yet, Theo?”

Gold breathed in sharply, something between a gasp and a hiss. His heart was already racing, but now an edge of terror cut into the excitement. He froze. He couldn’t speak. Even if he could, he didn’t know what he wanted to say. 

“Alright,” Mistress nodded. She took his silence as a rejection of her proposal, but she knew very well that it wasn’t a rejection of her. She kept her hands on him, kept touching his shoulders and torso. She wanted to make sure he knew that nothing had changed between them.

She bent his head down so she could kiss him between the eyebrows. “We’ll never do anything you don’t want, Theo. Never.”

He swallowed. The ribbon-collar was tight at his throat. “I’m sorry.”

“Shh,” she petted his hair. “Nothing to be sorry for, little one. Not a single thing.”

He bowed his head. He accepted her touch, her sweet words. Mistress wasn’t angry at him, he knew that. The trouble was keeping from being angry at himself. He wanted to give her every part of his body. Hell, he wanted to give her his heart, mind, and soul. It wasn’t his intention to keep any part of himself away from her. 

Yet the thought of his beautiful mistress seeing the ugliest, weakest, most awful parts of him--it was enough to set him on a panic attack. He knew she would be kind and compassionate about his injury, but he also knew that nothing would be the same once she saw it. He couldn’t bear the thought of things changing, of Mistress losing any regard she might have for him. 

Nor could he bear the thought of his own reaction. Gold knew himself, he knew his own thin skin. If her expression flickered for a microsecond, it would all be over. He would blow it out of proportion, let it be confirmation that every compliment she had ever paid him was a lie, that every loving gesture had been nothing more than doing what he paid her to.

It would be so easy to believe she would never care for him--could never care for him--that she was just as twisted and self-serving as everyone else he had ever trusted. Because he was a monster, of course, so everyone who treated him with any human sympathy must be a liar who wanted to destroy him. Even at his best, he knew he was a difficult man to love. It would be so easy for Gold to convince himself that he was better off as he had been before he met her: alone and unfeeling, the enemy of love. 

He had come too far for that. He couldn’t allow himself to become that person again. More than his physical scars, that inner ugliness was what he wanted to keep Mistress Belle from ever touching. He had to protect her from it. He had to protect himself from his own worst impulses. 

“Are you ready for the next step, my Theo?” 

She was still holding his hand. He had lost track of Mistress at some point, but she made him focus on her now. She nodded toward the door at the back of her room. That was a more private area than the parlor-like front room they were in now. That was where their scenes became more intense. That was where Gold had spent the happiest moments of his life. 

He swallowed. He drew himself up and squared his shoulders. He couldn’t give Mistress every part of himself, not yet, but he damn well could give her the best of him. She deserved so much more, but he could only offer what he had.

“Yes, Mistress,” he told her. “I’m ready.”

[roosterscockpit]

Christmas Eve At Papa Mav’s | H.C

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Merry Christmas Eve, my babes! I hope you all have a great holiday and be safe! I love you! ❤️ Happy reading and enjoy! 🎄❄️🎁🎅🏼☃️

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You and Bradley were sitting in the living area. The smell of gingerbread cookies filled the house. You were baking some to bring to Mav’s house. The only light was coming from all the Christmas decor around the house. It was quiet because Leia and Gunner were down for bed. 

Bradley’s Christmas playlist was playing, Jingle Bell Rock by Bobby Helms, was playing. Bradley was singing his own version of it to make you laugh, “Stroke on my, Lick on my, Suck on my cock.” He looked at you and looked at his cock. He wiggled his brows and chuckled. 

You shook your head, “Bradley Bradshaw we have a task at hand and we cannot be distracted.” You giggled and blushed. 

Bradley was throwing everything into bags. “Sweetheart, I can’t wrap for the life of me. Everything is going into a bag.” He picked up a mug you got for Mav that read “#1 Papa.” He looked at it and threw it into a bag.

You laughed as you wrapped a box of clothes for Amelia. “That’s okay, Brad. We need to have a variety of present anyways.” You tied a bow onto the wrapped gift and handed it to Bradley. He placed it in the present sac he bought. 

After wrapping their gifts, you and Bradley started to work on the ones for the squad. You all did secret Santa for each other. You had Coyote for your secret Santa and Bradley had Hangman. (Of course he did LOL)

You wrapped your gift for Coyote and Bradley struggled to wrap his for Hangman. You watched as he tried to figure out how to fold the paper. He had the tip of his tongue pressed against his top lip. His brows were furrowed and he was looking intensely at the wrapping paper. He tried to fold it a couple of ways and shook his head when it didn’t look right. He started to chew on his bottom lip. 

You giggled and bit your lip when you started to laugh a little too loud. He looked up at you raising his brows and pushing his lips together. he made eye contact with you and chuckled. “Have you been watching me struggle, baby?” 

You started to giggle more, “I have. Your concentration face is the cutest.” He laughed and shook his head, “You mean my frustration face? Baby, can you just wrap it for me? He is going to make fun of my wrapping.” He looked at you with his puppy dog eyes.

Instead you went over to him and showed him how to wrap the gift. the wrapping paper was super crinkled from all Bradley’s failed attempts. 

The next day, your little family got ready and loaded the car with all the gifts and goodies for Mav’s house. You wore a long sleeve burgundy velvet jumpsuit that had a cute bow on your stomach. Leia wore a black turtle neck with a burgundy velvet overall dress. Gunner had a burgundy velvet boy tie. Bradley wore black dress pants and a burgundy lose flowing velvet button up shirt. 

When you all arrived at Mav’s hangar it was all decorated. Outside was a welcome to the North Pole arch way. He had some lit up reindeers and a sleigh outside of the doors. When you all walked in there was a huge tree in the middle of his hangar. It was full of aviation decor. It was beautiful. There were lights hanging all over the hangar. His mustang was decorated with wreaths and garlands. There was a prop Santa and Snowman sitting in the seats of his plane. 

“Penny and Mav really out did it this year, Bradley.” You leaned into him and whispered. He chuckled, “Maybe they should host Christmas for everyone instead of us? Huh?” He laughed and looked around. 

Mav and Penny came out in matching ugly sweaters. They looked so cute. Leia ran to Mav. “PAPA! PENNY!” She crashed into them and smiled. “You both smell like gingerbread.” Mav laughed and patted her head, “We are making cookies, little Jedi.” 

Mav and Penny helped you and Bradley by taking some of the gifts from your hold. They placed them under the tree with all the other gifts. Mav called over Amelia and Leia. “Amelia, why don’t you give your present to Leia so she can put it up?” Mav smiled at her.

Amelia gave Leia a little bag. Leia smiled big as she opened it. Inside were ornaments. One was Princess Leia in a fighting stance with her light saber, another was a picture of you and Bradley when you were in university in a snowflake, an F-14 Tom Cat ornament, and a doggy paw frame with a picture of Leia and Gunner in it. Leia squealed.

“Do you want to put them on the tree, Leia?” Amelia smiled at Leia. Leia started to jump up and down as she nodded. You and Bradley watched as her and Amelia placed the ornaments onto Mav’s tree. 

Mav looked at the both of you and smiled, “So do you want to open presents now or later?” He looked at his watch. Leia screamed yes from across the hangar. Mav laughed, “I guess it is present time.” He winked at you and Bradley. Mav started to play some Christmas music while you all started to get ready for opening gifts. 

You started to hand out gifts to every one from you and Bradley. Bradley looked around the tree and looked for a gift he got for Mav. He found it and went over to Mav. “This is from me to you.” He smiled at Mav. Right before Mav could grab it Bradley held it above his head and started to laugh. “JUMP MAV!” Mav started to jump and tried to get out out of his hands. Bradley finally gave in.

Mav opened his gift. You all watched as he opened it. His expression went soft as he removed the tissue paper. It was a multiple frame collage. It had pictures of Goose and Mav together, Mav and Bradley when he was a kid, and pictures of Mav and Leia. On the bottom of the frame, “The world’s best Papa” was etched into it. Mav held it up and looked at all the pictures.  He got up and hugged Bradley. “This is the best thing I could ever get.” He cried and hugged Bradley.

Penny and Mav spoiled Leia for Christmas. They got her a battery powered Jeep she could drive around in, a battery powered jet she could drive around, Mav bought her her own aviators that had “Vapor” engraved on them, clothes, toys, and more lego sets that were Star Wars themed for her to build. 

After everyone opened their gifts, Mav looked over at you and Bradley. “I was really hoping for Christmas I was going to be opening a box that had a onesie in it.” You and Bradley looked at each other confused. “Can you guys just have more kids? I need more grandchildren I can spoil.” Mav laughed. 

Later on that night, you all made and decorated gingerbread houses together as Mav played The Santa Claus on a projector. 

Before the house could be finished, Bradley and Leia were eating it. By the end of it, you didn’t have a roof nor gingerbread people. Bradley grabbed the remaining frosting and tilted Leia’s head back. “Open up, Vapor girl!” He squished some into her mouth. He sucked the rest out of the packet. 

After the gingerbreads, there was no clean up. You all had eaten the gingerbread houses.

By the end of the night, Bradley was asleep on the couch with Leia asleep on his chest. He had his mouth slightly open and snoring. He had his arm wrapped around Leia and the other falling off the couch. You looked at your sleepy babies and smiled. You kissed both of them and threw a blanket over them. 

Mav came over and threw his arms around your shoulders, “One more gift.” He handed you one more little box. You looked at him and furrowed your brows. “Another gift for me?” You giggled. Mav nodded.

You opened the box it was a little gold locket necklace. On the front of it “Always in my heart” was engraved on it. When you opened it, one side was a picture of your mom and dad the other was a picture of Bradley and Leia. You gasped. “Mav…”

You looked at him and hugged him, “Thank you so much Mav. I love it so much.” He hugged you tight, “You’re welcome, sweetheart. Look at the back of it.” 

You closed the locket and turned the heart over. Engraved on the back, “We love you. - Mav and Penny” You held it close to your heart and a tear fell from your eye. 

“We are all always with you, y/n.” He smiled and rubbed your arms. “Merry Christmas, Sweetheart.” 

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A little present for Christmas Eve, I hope you all enjoyed this little H.C at Mav’s hangar. Happy holidays! Muah! 🫶🏼 See you tomorrow for Christmas 🎁🎄❄️🥰

Santa’s little helpers are in the comments 🎅🏼

[bookish-whore]

Family Traditions

Family Traditions

Rhysand x Feyre

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: None that I can think of!

A/N: Hey @high-bi-imgonnacry it's me, your secret santa for the @acotargiftexchange I wrote this fluffy imagining of a solstice gone awry (with baby Nyx) and I hope you like it!! Happy Holidays <3

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Two days.

There were two days until the winter solstice, and it seemed as though all of Velaris was celebrating. There were lights strewn up on all the shops of all different colors, and there were green wreaths wrapped in red ribbon adorning all the streetlights. The soft fall of snow cast the city in an idyllic haze of white, and the streets were quiet, the residents deciding to stay in away from the cold as Feyre made her way to her studio along the rainbow.

She woke in the middle of the night with the perfect gift in mind for Rhys. Last solstice she had gifted him the portrait of herself from the Ouroboros and had told him she was ready to start a family with him. Flash forward a year and they were celebrating their first solstice with Nyx, so much had happened and yet she radiated happiness as she made the trek through the snow.

It was times like this she was reminded of how far she had come, only three years ago she was preparing for a long winter in the little shack her family lived in, if she could even call it that. Her bones frozen from her time in the woods and her mind wandering to what else was out there, what else was in store for her life.

If only she could go back and tell that naïve girl who dreamed of the stars what awaited her. A family, a mate, a crown, a court of dreamers who just like her were creating a better world.

As she approached the back entrance of her studio, she heard the faint sound of wings. She didn’t need to turn to know it was her mate. That busybody.

“I thought I would find you here” Rhys voice purred as he landed behind her pulling her in for a kiss.

Feyre didn’t respond, she quickly entered the studio taking off her jacket, rubbing her hands together to warm them.

“You’re freezing” he noted closing the door behind them, taking in the redness of her nose as she discarded her thick wool scarf on a chair by the window

“I walked” she said collecting canisters of paint and brushes and a fresh canvas from the small storage room.

“Why not fly?” he asked

“I couldn’t sleep” Feyre said

“So you decided to catch frostbite two days before your birthday? Come on, tell me what’s bothering you” he said, opening his arms wide to accommodate her.

“I just want it to be perfect” Feyre admitted moving into his open arms and pressing her head against his chest.

“It will be, it’ll be our brand of perfect” Rhys said pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Its just this year is so special… its Nyx’s first solstice, and Cassian and Nesta’s first one together and we have so much to celebrate but I just feel-” Feyre took a deep breath “I just feel like something is going to go wrong”

“Nothing is going to go wrong. We have been through enough.” Rhys said tracing a finger down the tattoo that connected them to one another, the promise to only leave this world together.

“I just can’t shake this-”

“I’m going to tell you what’s going to happen, and I need you to listen to me” he said taking her hands in his, rubbing comforting circles along her knuckles “We are going to have a wonderful dinner, and a large cake, for you darling of course and we’re going to drink and remember all we have been through this year. Then we’re going to exchange gifts and I’m going to take my son to his first official snowball fight. Nothing bad is going to happen except maybe that you and Cassian get too inebriated to decorate the house again.”

“Okay” Feyre whispered against his chest

“I love you” Rhys said grasping her head between his hands as he looked into her eyes. Feyre could see the absolute truth in them as she leaned in to kiss him.

“I love you too” she said against his lips as they pulled away “Now go away so I can work on your gift”

“Fine, but be back at home for breakfast”

“You know I wouldn’t miss it for the world” Feyre said as he stepped out of the studio. She heard the sound of him taking off and she began sketching the image in her mind.

Once satisfied with her painting, she stuck it in the supply closet to dry and to keep it away from prying eyes. She checked the time and decided to fly home, it would be fastest, considering the sun was beginning to crest over the mountains. Feyre had decided to land on the balcony of her room with Rhys, and as she walked into the room her heart swelled at the sight in front of her. Rhysand was asleep on his stomach, his wings delicately stretched over him and tucked under his wing was Nyx.

“Good morning my sweet boy” she whispered at the small babe who opened his eyes at the sound of his mothers’ voice, letting out a small yawn and stretching his arms to Feyre. She gently scooped him into her arms and made her way downstairs. She would let her mate sleep a little while longer.

Feyre was midway through feeding Nyx his breakfast when Rhys emerged.

“Hello Feyre Darling” he said pressing a kiss to her temple “And good morning to you sweet prince” he said to the boy in her lap. “How was the painting last night” he asked, taking a place next to her, and serving himself.

“It was perfect” Feyre said, her smile beaming “I can’t wait to show you how it turned out”

They finished their breakfast passing Nyx back and forth between them while finalizing the plans for the festivities the following day.

Everything would be absolutely perfect.

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It was her birthday.

Feyre opened her eyes in surprise to find that the room was colder than usual, and that it was quite dark. She looked to the sitting area and took note of the bright orange radiating in the space. The fire was doing little to heat the space and as she looked outside, she understood why.

There was a blizzard, you could hardly see anything amidst the curtain of white and it was so dense that it completely blocked out the sun, the sky was a dark grey and the wind whipped against the shutters causing a few loud knocks against the house every now and again. Feyre couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. They were snowed in.

She rose from bed making her way to the nursery, it was her first destination every morning and since Rhys wasn’t in bed with her, she assumed he would be with the baby. She was right, per usual.

She walked into the room to find Rhys sitting in one of the chairs, cradling Nyx to his bare chest. He was saying something softly to the little one, but Feyre couldn’t quite make it out.

“Good morning my loves” Feyre said

Rhys immediately rose, making his way to his mate in a few short steps “Happy Birthday darling” he purred pressing a kiss to her temple as he seated Nyx into his mother’s waiting arms. Feyre cuddled the boy, peppering his face with kisses.

“And before you freak out about the storm, I already took care of everything” Rhys said into her ear, the gesture alone had Feyre’s heart swelling with emotion. He knew how important it was to her that everything went smoothly and waking up to the storm had her mind swirling with anxiety.

She flashed a smile at her mate “I can’t wait to see what you came up with” she said

Together the three of them made their way downstairs for an elaborate breakfast of all Feyre’s favorite foods, it was one of the most extravagant settings she had seen, and with him she expected nothing less. He had always shown her his affection through acts of service.

Halfway through their decadent breakfast service, Azriel showed up.

Feyre was surprised to see the male, dressed not in his usual fighting leathers. He wore a black t-shirt, that clung nicely to his toned torso and a pair of casual, loose blue plaid linen pants. Before she could make a remark about the clothing, Rhys was standing, clasping her hands in his and leading her away from the table.

“Wait- Rhys whe-” she began to protest

“you’ll see” Rhys said

“But what ab-” she tried to say before Rhys cut her off “you know how much Nyx loves Az and his shadows; he’ll be fine for a while” She simply smiled as her mate led them to their shared room. As they approached, Feyre sent teasing thoughts through the bond, images of them together in the cabin, their bedroom, the dining room, all places he had shown her for hours how much he loved her.

“Unfortunately for you feyre darling, there isn’t enough time before the festivities for me to properly show you my adoration but trust me tonight I will worship the ground you walk on”

Her toes curled at the promise of later.

As they walked into the bedroom, Feyre noticed the box sitting on top of their bed. Rhys simply urged her forward “Open it” he said making his in front of her to watch her reaction.

She delicately untied the ribbon holding the parcel closed and removed the lid, it took her a moment to realize it was clothing in the box. Three small wrapped sets of black satin pajamas lied inside, she thought they looked sleek and refined like the high lord himself. Feyre also noticed that there was intricate silver embroidery on the right side of the chest of each set. One had an R, one an F, and the third an N. She beamed at her mate, smiling broadly at him.

“Rhys, I love them, but- what are these for?” she asked

“for today” he stated

“I thought we had a formal party tonight; this hardly seems like appropriate attire”

“I cancelled the party, on account of the weather”

“But what about your traditions?” Feyre asked

“I think it’s time we make some new ones” he said, and in response she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace, Rhys brought his arms around her torso, simply holding her in place.

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After changing into their matching pajamas, Rhysand and Feyre made their way downstairs to where their family was waiting.

“I had Azriel winnow everyone here, and I was very specific about the dress code” Rhys said as they approached the sitting room.

Her eyes drifted first to Cassian and Nesta, who wore matching red flannel sets, they sat together holding Nyx between them. She couldn’t help but think that they would make great parents when the time was right. Next, she saw Amren and Varian on one of the sofas. Amren seated in his lap and the two of them wore sets of shimmering grey material. It looked silver depending on the lighting in the room and they sat engaged in a conversation with Az, still in his blue attire from earlier.

Mor, always one for good fashion wore a red nightgown that clung to her body perfectly, accentuating all her curves, and over it she wore a red satin robe and across from them sat Elain and Lucien. Feyre was surprised to see her sister considering they had just departed to the Day Court to begin learning the history and traditions of the court they would one day lead, since accepting the bond they both were inseparable and today were wearing a fitting shade of green the both of them beaming as they listened to Mor tell a story about a recent occurrence at Rita’s.

Once feyre and Rhysand were noticed in the doorway the room went silent as everyone rushed over to give their birthday and solstice wishes to the high lady.

Nesta and Elain were first, pulling their sister into a hug with Nyx cooing between them, followed by Mor, Cassian, Az and Lucien. Amren exchanged a glance with Feyre raising her glass to her, which for Amren was as good as a hug.

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They spent the day catching up and reminiscing over previous years.

As the sun went down, they began exchanging their gifts. Feyre had received a number of wonderful items from her family. Nesta had gifted her some books, Mor had gifted her some lingerie, Lucien and Elain wanted to bring her and Rhys to the Day court for a vacation, Az gave her a new bow and quiver, Amren gave her a crown fit for a high lady and Rhysand… he gave her a book of photographs, a look back at their year with Nyx and he had given her the promise of more children when she was ready. It echoed what she had said the previous year and she smiled at the gesture.

It was time for Feyre to exchange her gifts. For Nesta, she had gotten a rare, first edition of her favorite book and for Elain, a book about her seer ability as not much was known about it. For Lucien, she had gotten a tunic; for Cass and Az, she got a set of daggers. Amren, per usual, was given some extravagant jewelry and for her mate…

She had painted him something, with Cass and Az’s help.

She winnowed to her studio to retrieve the painting and as she presented it to him his violet eyes lined with tears. It was a depiction of their family she had painted a long couch with herself, Rhys and Nyx at the center surrounded by their family and behind them she had painted those no longer with them. She painted her father, Rhysand’s mother, and his sister. Thanks to memories from Cassian and Azriel.

He wiped the tears from his eyes at the sight of his mother and sister after all these years and brought her in to a passionate kiss.

You have no idea what this means to me. He said in her mind, not trusting his voice to shake if he spoke the words aloud.

Happy Solstice Rhys. she said back

Once the adults had all exchanged gifts, Nyx was next and was absolutely spoiled. He got an assortment of toys and clothes and jewels to last years. Feyre smiled at the thought that all of these people adored her son as much as she did.

After they had exchanged gifts there was food brought in and an extravagant cake. It was four tiers, each decorated with a memory of each year she had spent solstice. The bottom was decorated to resemble the forest where feyre had killed the wolf those years ago, the second was the spring court where she had spent her first solstice with the fae, the third tier was the night sky dark and cloudless and endless and on the top was a reminder of this year, there was a depiction of a harp, a mask, and a crown, all reminiscent of the power Nesta had given up to save her sister and bring her nephew into the world. Feyre wiped the tear that had fallen from her eye as she stared at the cake a reminder of all she had been through and how happy she was to have found home.

After the cake, Nyx went to sleep for the night and the real party began. There were drinks and games and Cassian who was walking around the room with mistletoe.

“Oh, come on Nes” Cassian teased while holding the tightly wrapped bundle of mistletoe above their heads “Just one kiss”

Nesta simply gave him one of her signature glares and returned to her conversation with Amren.

Without missing a beat, Cassian found his way to Azriel on the couch, dangling the mistletoe over the shadowsingers head and gave him a suggestive nod.

Azriel smiled, swallowing the remaining amber liquid in his glass in one gulp and grasped Cassians head with both of his hands and planted a kiss to his lips “consider that your gift” he says softly with a low chuckle.

The room erupted in laughter, and as Feyre looked around the room, at her family so happy and carefree, at her mate, she looked forward to next solstice and whatever new traditions lie in store for them.

[wwenhlimagines]

darius martin x female reader. darius proposing to his gf with the help of secret santa 🥺

This is such a cute idea. I hope you like it!

Darius's POV

Today is the day I am finally going to ask Y/N to marry me, but I knew it needed to be special. So I suggested that we do Secret Santa in order for me to catch her off guard. We have been together for 3 years and, although, we are still young and figuring out the real world, I want to make sure she and I figure it all out together. I had been getting questioned left and right backstage from the other wrestlers asking if it was going to happen soon. Allie, aka The Bunny, had been extremely interested as of late since Y/N had started to train with her more often.

About a week ago

"Darius, my friend, how is Christmas shopping for Y/N going?"

I shrugged my shoulders with a small smirk. "Pretty good. I think she will like what I have for her."

Allie stared waryingly at me for a second before whispering to me. "You should probably know, I got her for Secret Santa. Your gift better outshine mine."

I chuckled lightly before an idea popped up in my head, and I took Allie out of earshot to ask for her help, which she giddily jumped around about before agreeing to it.

Back to the present day

I smiled as I watched Y/N get all dressed up for the Secret Santa party. She had a cute Christmas dress with some heels laid out on the bed as she finished up her hair and makeup. I walked into the bathroom and wrapped my arms around her waist as I set my chin on her right shoulder. "There's my babygirl. I missed you this morning. Training again?"

She smiled as I left a couple light kisses on her neck and shoulder. "Yep. Allie insisted on training and then shopping for an outfit for tonight."

I tried my best to hide my smirk as this means Allie already has the plan working. "Well. I'm glad you are home now, and we get to go hang out with our friends for a bit. But trust me, baby, later you are all mine." I gave her ass a quick squeeze as I left her to finish getting ready and went downstairs to text Allie.

Thanks for getting her an outfit today. She is so psyched to go to the party.

You're welcome, lover boy, but you better not drop the ball tonight.

You have the ring in her present correct? I don't want anything to go wrong.

Yes. It is in its own box that she will open last.

Perfect. Thank you again. I can't imagine how I would have done this without your help.

Yeah,yeah,yeah, just get Cinderella to the ball on time, Prince Charming.

👍🏼

Y/N's POV

As I put the finishing touches on my hair and makeup, I smile, thinking about how Darius is going to react to my new outfit once I have it on. It's a bit more revealing than I would normally go for considering it is a company party, but it's definitely going to boost my confidence once I put it on. I have Hook for Secret Santa, so the present was pretty easy as I just got some chips and gift cards for camera equipment. I wasn't sure who had me, though, so tonight could be really great or kinda meh depending on how presents go. I know Darius has Anthony Bowens, and he is really excited to see his face when he opens up his present as they are pretty close.

I get dressed and grab my gift for Hook from the closet before heading out to the living room to find Darius in a nice red button-down with black jeans. We both cooed at each other, taking in each other's appearances. "Who is she? The goddess of Christmas, perhaps?"

I laugh as Darius takes my hand and twirls me around slowly. He gently pulls me into his arms, and I smile before kissing him briefly. "Let's get on the road, my big strong Nutcracker."

We laughed and made small talk as we drove to the party, and I could sense he was getting more nervous as we got closer. I put my hand on his thigh and gently squeezed it. "Bowens is going to love your gift. Just relax and have a good time, babe."

Darius smiles and pecks my lips after parking the car. He runs around to open the door for me, and I shake my head at him. "Let's get this party started, m'lady!"

We walk inside and talk to our friends, occasionally splitting up, but overall sitting together and eating yummy treats as everybody settles in. We start the Secret Santa gift exchange, and everybody is loving their gifts so far. I deliver my gift to Hook, who smiles and hugs me when he sees the gift card for camera equipment. "Maybe we can have a photoshoot someday soon with the lads and some of your friends as well."

I nod and happily walk back to my spot and watch as the others trade gifts. Darius gets up and hands Bowens his gift, which soon leads to a full bro hug session before he returns to my side. He still seems a bit antsy, but I try to ignore it, thinking maybe he is just nervous about what he might get. Allie stands up and walks over to me, and I squeal lightly as I start to open the gift. She had it wrapped very neatly in a box with another smaller box in the corner. I opened it up to find a scarf I had been eyeing on our shopping trip along with some homemade coupons for girls' spa days with her.

"Oh, Allie! That is so sweet. Thank you so much!"

Allie smiled. "I knew you weren't going to buy that scarf for yourself, and I know you are going to need a spa day for the last little gift there."

I felt Darius move next to me as I opened the last box and found a ring box inside it. I froze momentarily as Allie took the rest of the box off my lap, leaving me to turn to see Darius down on one knee. My fingers struggled to stay still, so he took the box and held it up to me.

"Y/N. You are my person. You are my world. Every day, when I wake up and see you sleeping next to me, I ask myself how I got so lucky. You are my best friend, and although we are still trying to navigate adulthood, you are the only one I want to spend the rest of my life with. Will you make me the happiest man in the world and become my wife?"

I nodded frantically and squeaked out a yes before he slid the ring on my finger and pulled me into a time stopping kiss. It felt like we were the only two people in the world as we kissed and embraced each other, taking in the feeling of being fiancées. Once we pulled away, I turned back to Allie and squealed, hugging her. Everybody congratulated us, and we didn't leave each other's sides for a good 15 minutes before realizing we never finished Secret Santa.

"Wait, hold up, who is left to do Secret Santa?"

We saw Hook stand up with his camera in hand and a small bag at his side as he walked over to Darius. Once he handed him the bag, we smiled, seeing a few inside joke gifts alongside a slip of paper that read "Engagement pictures session voucher with Hook. Just tell me when and where."

The two of us got a bit teary-eyed as we realized he knew the whole time. Darius was stuttering, trying to think of something to say when Hook put his hand on his shoulder. "Did you really think I couldn't tell when my best friend was going to pop the question? I'll let you see the pictures I got from today in a couple of days after I retouch them, and then we can talk about the photoshoot."

We both pull him into a hug and thank him for taking pictures, trying to get a sneak peek. He smirks and walks away to go get some chips. "So that is officially everyone done for Secret Santa now, right?"

Everybody nods, and Darius puts his arm around me before grabbing his glass as Dante stands to make a toast. "To the holiday season, friends and family including my soon to be sister in law and pain in the ass brother."

I laugh as Darius shakes his head, and we all clink our glasses and cheers to the season and our new journey as fiancées. For the rest of the night, Darius and I are basically attached at the hip and steal kisses from one another whenever we can. The party starts to wind down, and we head out to the car before driving home holding hands.

Once we get inside, it only takes a couple of seconds for Darius to scoop me up and carry me to our bedroom before dropping me on the bed. He lays next to me, and we both simply admire the new bling on my finger for a couple minutes just letting it sink in. Darius smirks before kissing my fingers one by one and slowly working his way up my arm. "I told you tonight you would be all mine."

[captainodonoghue]

Hello, Secret Santa here...

Just letting you know that I'm furiously working on getting this done by the deadline... I hope my beta will get through the now slightly long one-shot this turned out to be 😁😎 I still need to wrap it up, but I've reached out to my beta trying to get a feel on how long time she/he will need to look over it all for me. But fear not, the story is soon finished. I will let you know if we might miss the deadlines by a day or two.

I hope you're more ready for Christmas than I am :P LOL

If you need more time, Santa don't feel pressured to post it on Christmas!!!

I'm not, Santa, I'm not!! haha My PC broke down last Friday and I still haven't gotten it back... Luckily I have my files so I can use my dad's PC to make the gifset I had planned for the Secret Santa gift. I'm trying to remain calm!!

[dearmrsawyer]

last week of work before the holidays! it’s a bit of a shame i haven’t had more time to get things done since recovering from all my nausea, but i’m only taking 3 weeks off instead of my originally intended 4 so i suppose i’ll make up for it in the new year! there’s a workshop for sessional academic staff scheduled for the day i would’ve come back, but i’m gonna come back a week earlier to prepare for it since i’ll run some of the workshop (and ideally plant seeds to avoid some of the unnecessary scrambling of this year). and its still 3 weeks off which is a kindness the world rarely offers so i’m very very grateful for that. 

i’ve started my holiday to-do list, which is partly genuine to-do’s like do a proper spring summer clean of the whole house because things are gross since my last big clean in January. but also just things i want to do! books to read and shows to catch up on and reorganisation of personal belongings and garden things and creative things etc. most of it isn’t important enough to be put on a list but i love ticking things off lists so i will create one whenever there is even the whiff of an opportunity LOL. hopefully summer heat doesn’t slow me down.

omg and i need to decide on my christmas dessert plans!! dessert is my designation for family gatherings and i like to make a few things so there’s a variety of choice, to suit all moods you know? plus then there’s enough treats leftover until new years. the custard tarts i attempted for dad’s birthday a few weeks ago turned out sooo nice so i want to do those again and jazz them up a little more. i wanna do my melting snowman cookies (i always do the same cookies bc nonno loves them so much lol, i just change the presentation), and i always make meringues in some shape or form. last year i did xmas trees, i loved them so might do them again? think i need one more thing... i was planning on something pie-like but i think the custard tarts will cover that arena, we might need something cake-y. will ponder more. 

[whythinktoomuch]

Andrea sighs. “I hate this part.”

“And what part would that be?” Kara spares a small glance for her, but continues to tug on her socks, her shoes, and anything else that she might need on her way out of Andrea’s apartment without a second thought. Again.

“The part where you make me sleep alone.”

Kara whips her head around. “… I’m sorry?”

“Nothing.”

Andrea regrets everything as she buries her head underneath her pillow. Maybe she can blame this sudden onset of weakness on her most recent trend of foregone sleep, or maybe even the very reason for said lack of sleep now standing at the foot of her soon-to-be half-emptied bed. But it certainly isn’t something that deserves any more elaboration, much less voiced.

Unfortunately though, Kara’s never been one to let something go. The rustle of clothing dies away, leading to a padding of steps which leads to the sagging of Andrea’s bed as Kara sits down beside her. “Hey, what’s going on?”

--

“Nothing,” Andrea repeats, her voice firm despite being muffled under her pillow. “Make sure to lock the door on your way out.”

“No, come on…” Kara’s tugging on Andrea’s arm, thumb rubbing gently into her skin. “Talk to me. Please? I’m right here.”

Groaning to herself, Andrea finally sits up, frown deeply set and disgruntled. “Where are you even going anyway?”

Kara takes a deep breath before answering, and Andrea hates how these are the kinds of things that refuse to escape her notice now. “I told you,” Kara says slowly. “I’m meeting a source downtown.”

“Right now? After midnight?” Andrea says with a scoff. “You don’t have a better, more business-friendly time—I don’t know—during the day to be meeting up with these people?”

“I have to go where the story takes me! And I also have to meet my sources on their own terms if I want to cultivate a lasting sense of trust and profess—”

“But for what article?” Andrea demands. “You’ve already met all your deadlines for this week. You wouldn’t be here”—she gestures aimlessly about her bed—“otherwise, so what else could you possibly be researching right now?”

“It’s…” Kara stumbles slightly, and Andrea wills her heart to harden into something that can never sink. “This is for a new story. One that I’m thinking about pitching. Soon.”

“Okay. What story?”

“I can’t tell you yet! It’s not ready,” Kara says, and Andrea just scoffs again. “Hey, seriously. What’s really bothering you? You never care about my work.”

“I’m your boss, Kara. It’s literally my job to care about your work.”

“Just tell me what’s actually bothering you, and I’ll fix it.”

Andrea rubs at her face. “I’d just… really like to know what it’s like to sleep next to my girlfriend for once…”

“Your girlfriend?” Kara echoes. “Who’s your girl—oh!” Her eyebrows nearly shoot up to her hairline. “Wait, oh…”

Groaning once more, now about ready to bury her entire body beneath her pillow if possible, Andrea just waves her hand. “Never mind, okay? Just go.”

“No, hey, hey, hey…” Kara tugs on Andrea’s wrist, refusing, per usual, to let an unwieldy moment die down on its own. “Girlfriend?”

“Forget I even said anything…” Andrea starts, but Kara seems quite unwilling to. In fact, she’s looking at Andrea in complete awe, and Andrea can’t help but straighten up at the attention. Maybe even pushing out her chest a bit just to make a point. “All right, fine, we can talk about this. But you should know right now, that I can’t date anyone who refuses to sleep with me.”

“Pfft, what do you mean? We literally sleep with each other all the time,” Kara protests, until Andrea shoots her a meaningful look—glare. “Oh… Right. You meant, just sleeping, sleeping. Um. Okay. Well, I guess that’s something we can try if you really want…”

Andrea rolls her eyes. “I don’t want you to try it just to appease me, Kara. I want you to want it too. For your own sake.”

“I do want it too! I just didn’t realize that it was something that you’d want. From me, especially.”

“Why the hell not?” Andrea says. “I’m sorry—was the past hour and a half not convincing enough for you?”

Kara flushes all over, sputtering, “No, what I meant was… I didn’t realize that you actually liked me like that?”

“Again. Was the past hour and—”

“I get your point,” Kara says, flapping her hands. “And okay. I, you know… like you too.”

“Oh, how promising,” Andrea mutters, but her nerves were undeniably starting to settle. The flow of conversation now comfortably in her favor.

“And I do want that too,” Kara continues, cracking a smile. “So… let’s do it. Let’s be girlfriends who, you know, sleep together.”

“Deal.” Andrea clears her throat, fidgeting with her sheets. “I imagine that it’ll have to start another night though, no?”

Kara rubs at the back of her neck. “I’m sorry. I just really have to meet this source tonight. It’s really important, I swear.”

“Fine,” Andrea says in a sigh. “It’s not like I don’t understand the need to put one’s career first.”

Kara pouts. She reaches out to cradle Andrea’s face, thumb tracing down her cheek, and Andrea’s not melting, she’s not melting, she’s not.

“I’ll come back,” Kara says at last. “No matter how long this meeting goes for, I promise to come straight back here and sleep with you.”

“Oh, you promise?” Andrea laughs, but there’s a serious glint to Kara’s eyes, twinkling in the way that they do in the strangest moments sometimes.

“Absolutely. I’ll be right back. And I’ll be right here for you, okay?”

Andrea lets out another laugh, ducking her head slightly. “Okay. I guess we’ll see how you do then.”

“Thank you,” Kara says, beaming. “But for now, I really do have to go. I’m actually kinda late now.”

“Then go. I ain’t keeping ya.”

Kara leans in, clearly in askance of a goodbye kiss, but when Andrea goes to cup her face, Kara resists just a tad. “Trust me,” she says. “You kiss me like that, and I’ll never make it out of here.”

“Want to test that little theory?” Andrea asks, her voice dropped into huskier territory, and Kara accordingly flushes pink cheek to cheek.

“Oh… boy…” Kara says in a hushed whisper. “I… er, I gotta go though, so…” She quickly shakes her head. “Yup, gotta go, gotta go. So sorry, but bye!” Pecking at Andrea’s cheek, Kara all but bolts out the door.

With a tiny unseen pout, Andrea sinks back into her bed, her moment of vulnerability already regretted with that aching part of her chest. But Kara promised to come back, and she seems the type to keep promises like that—the girlfriend type, that is.

Andrea’s final thought as she’s drifting off is a fleeting hope that wherever Kara’s rushing off to meet her source wouldn’t be anywhere near the sirens that have been going off. The last thing this would-be relationship needs is for Andrea’s would-be girlfriend to get stuck in traffic this late at night because of fire trucks or something.

//

Andrea wakes up to a sudden dip in her bed, coherent thoughts still slow to return as a column of warmth wraps around her middle from behind. She blinks blearily into the darkness. The sharp bite of smoke lingering in the air somehow only seems to get stronger the clearer her vision gets.

“Sorry I’m late, baby,” comes a sleepy mumble close to her ear, and Andrea starts to chuckle, her surprise melting into blessed relief.

There’s a wry comment sitting on Andrea’s tongue as she glances over her shoulder, but the specifics of it all gets lost when she sees Supergirl curled up against her. “Whoa. W-wait…”

“Oh, m’s’rry…” Supergirl says softly, eyes still squeezed shut. “Forgot to ask… Can I call you ‘baby’ now, since we’re girlfriends who sleep together and stuff…?”

Andrea is reeling, as she takes in the sight. That is to say, the sight of National City’s darling and daring hero rapidly passing out in her bed, blonde hair strewn across Kara’s go-to pillow like a golden halo, her bulk scrunched up into a tiny ball of warmth pressed into Andrea’s side, cape splayed out without a care.

“You’re…” Andrea clears her throat, hopefully ridding herself of the dry stutter caught within. “Excuse me, you’re wearing boots in my bed.”

Supergirl lets out a small whine—there’s a literal, bona fide superhero whining all disgruntled in Andrea’s bed right now—and kicks out her feet. “But I’m so tired, maybe-baby.”

“Maybe-baby,” Andrea echoes, rolling her eyes, because okay, this is definitely Kara all right.

She manages to extricate herself from Kara’s embrace with surprising ease, considering, then manages to tug Supergirl’s boots off one by one with far less ease. But the sight that Andrea’s greeted with startles her into soft laughter.

“Hey. What’s so funny…”

“I like your socks,” Andrea says, slipping back under the sheets, eyes fluttering shut when Kara sidles right up against her once more. “You know, you weren’t wearing those when you left me.”

“Is it really leaving when I come right back?”

“Yes.”

Kara snorts, burying herself into Andrea’s hair with a sigh. “Mm, I like my socks too. Was a gift from Santa,” she says, and Andrea can almost feel Kara wiggling her toes. “I like the smilin’ fruits…”

“Yes, I figured you would.”

Kara lets out a mock scandalized gasp, “It’s s’pposed to be secret Santa, you know…”

“You know what else is supposed be a secret?” Andrea shoots back, arching an eyebrow that is of course lost on her half-asleep almost-girlfriend. But Kara seems to know, because she grins.

“Hm. We can talk about it in the morning, mm’kay?”

“Oh, we most certainly will,” Andrea says, turning on her side, allowing herself to be happily spooned. “Good night, Supergirl.”

“Yeah, yeah, good night, maybe-baby.”

[spookypotato]

Christmas Surprises

Hello everyone! This is my secret santa fic for the one and only @fruitcoops! I thought it's time it saw the light of day now. Hope you enjoy!

characters by @lumosinlove

cw: christmas stress, probably food mention (just to be safe)

“I’m home, Baby,” Remus let out, as more of a breath than actual words, collapsing onto the closest, most comfortable thing available, which happend to be the couch. He took a deep breath, then another one. He just wanted to sleep. Remus had been up for too long, arranging too many presents for too many people, that deserved so much more than just those little thank you gifts for christmas. He felt the couch dip next to him before he heard, much less saw Sirius with his eyes already closed, half way into a deep sleep already.

Sirius placed a gentle kiss on his hair, combing through it, making Remus want to stay awake and fall asleep faster at the same time. He could almost see the smile in his dream when Sirius told him, “Com’on, mon loup, let’s get you into bed.”

Sirius didn’t see Remus even think about moving a muscle today, much less standing up and walking to their bedroom, so he took his hands from the soft strands and put one under his knees and one around his shoulders instead, gently lifting him off the couch, into his arms. Remus curled into him almost instantly. Sirius couldn’t really tell if his boyfriend was already asleep or not at this point, but did it really matter, when he was looking so adorably peaceful either way? Sirius had been a little worried about him, constantly running around, getting last minute gifts and adjustments and making everything as perfect as ever; even more so. The only breaks Sirius had actively seen Remus take were a few hours of sleep he got after the last phone calls and text conversations about all the preparations, before they headed out to practice again. He was very visibly exhausted every night, but he had managed to hide it from most of the team, leaving them wondering how Remus was able to do all that work in one day and still keep up with their superstitions perfectly. 

Sirius himself didn’t really know how Remus had managed it all. He was working so hard for them. Not only for the team, but for all their families and all the staff and coaches and everyone helping even the tiniest bit at the rink. 

He was just too good. Too good for his own good. Sirius thought, placing his now definitely asleep boyfriend onto their bed, taking off his shoes and jeans, so he wouldn’t have to change out of them during the night to be comfortable. His own bedtime routine took some time, but after about 20 minutes he was back in front of their bed, pj’s on, face cleaned, teeth brushed, lights turned off and two glasses of water set on the night stands for him and his boyfriend. He crawled under the blanket and carefully put an arm around Remus, drawing him in the tiniest bit, only to have his boyfriend turn around in this embrace, pressing his face into his chest. Letting himself drop onto his back, so that Remus was half on his chest, and actually able to breathe properly, he let his mind shut off and focused on the even breathing next to his neck. His did the same only a few minutes later.

•

Remus woke up to a delicious smell. He couldn't quite place it, but it smelled heavenly and since his stomach seemed to need to know the cause of this smell, he would have to trade it for the one of Sirius shampoo lingering on the pillow next to him. He was willing to sacrifice that smell, but he wasn’t ready to leave the warmth yet. Luckily, his brain was working again after the absolute puddle of exhaustion it had been yesterday, so he wrapped the blanket around himself and made his way in the direction of the smell.

He looked at the clock they had in the hallway, making his way downstairs, blanket dragging on the floor behind him. It was afternoon. He couldn't remember a time he’d been able to get that much rest in the last month, a couple of months, half a year, he didn't even know anymore. All he knew was that he actually felt rested for the first time in a long time.

He breathed in deeply, also inhaling more of that smell again, a smile on his face, he stepped into their kitchen.

Sirius had expected the arms that wound around his waist the second he heard steps coming down the stairs. What he hadn’t expected was the blanket that came with them, which left him giggling to himself before turning the stove off and turning around to let Remus cover him in the warmth of the blanket. He leaned down without looking and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Sirius drew back immediately though, leaving his boyfriends puppy dog eyes to themselves while he tried to comprehend what was in front of him.

Once he couldn’t ignore his lovers eyes any longer, they locked and he saw the adorable confusion etched in them. “What’s wrong?” Remus asked, voice still rough from sleep, hugging him a little tighter, a spark of worry in his eyes.

“Remus,” was apparently all Sirius' brain managed to come up with his gaze now fixed on Remus cheeks again. Okay, he probably needed to explain his thoughts more than that. But honestly, Remus had to know. He just had to. Sirius remembered all the busy weeks leading up to now then and the thought of it really not being deliberate made more and more sense. So he started again. “Remus, love, you have a stubble.”

Remus snorted, all the worry draining out of his eyes at once. As if to feel for himself he 

scratched his cheek on the material of Sirius’ Pyjama shirt. It caught onto it the tiniest bit, which left Sirius watching a sheeping expression form on his boyfriend's face. “Well, I was just really, really busy the last couple of days and weeks and months, I didn’t really think scheduling time for shaving should be my top priority. I know it’s scratchy. I’ll shave it off after breakfast, what did you-”, Remus had muttered into Sirius's chest before his head was lifted from it.

“Don’t you dare,” was all Sirius said at first. Then he continued, pressing kisses onto Remus cheeks, dragging his soft lips over the stubble that had formed. “I didn’t even know you could grow real facial hair.”

That earned him a grumble he could feel through his lips, which were currently working their way around Remus’ jaw.

“No, I’m-” he stopped, considering, then decided on “I feel betrayed! I could have had this for so long and you just shaved it clean without me knowing. That certainly doesn’t seem fair to me,” he whispered into Remus' neck, making his boyfriend squirm and laugh in their embrace.

“You’re such a dork,” Remus snorted and leaned up for a kiss. Sirius happily complied. When they broke apart Sirius lifted his hand to his boyfriends face, his finger caressing Remus cheek. It was a bit rough with all the tiny hairs growing and it did feel unusual, but it also felt new and great somehow. 

Then Sirius's eyes returned from where they had been following along his hands to Remus' eyes, looking soft and loving. “I don’t want you to exhaust yourself like you did till yesterday, but I certainly wouldn’t mind if this stayed for a bit. Or came back at some point,” he commented, smirking down at Remus.

[the-and-sign-anon]

Christmas/Winter Prompts

One Word Prompts

Snow

Lights

Scarf

Snowman

Snowball

Tree

Decorations

Sweater

Bells

Hat

Star

Carols

Gloves

Boots

Blanket

Fireplace

Cocoa 

Situations/AUs

I’m recruiting you to help me terrorize your friend because they pelted me with snowballs at the park the other day

We’re in a meeting that I should be paying attention to, but I’m making paper snowflakes instead and you glare at me every time you hear my scissors

I’m trying to buy a last minute gift for a friend, but they’re impossible to shop for, so your little shop is my last hope

This is your first winter with lots of snow and you’ve never made a snowman before, so we’re making one; no arguments

I’m shopping for Christmas decorations with my friend, but neither of us can reach the top shelf, so they asked you for help and now I’m nervous because you’re really cute

I didn’t know you would be at my house talking to my roommate, so I came dancing down the stairs singing Christmas songs and now I’m embarrassed because you joined me in Last Christmas

I was in the middle of a nice dream, but your screaming over the first snow woke me up and now I’m grumpy

I read our kid a book about the things snowmen do at night and now we’re taking a walk at two in the morning to show them the actual snowmen don’t do anything

I brought you hot chocolate without asking and you seem really flustered by it because you didn’t think I’d remember that you like hot chocolate a lot

I’ve never decorated a gingerbread house before, so now you want to teach me and you seem to be taking it way more seriously than you need to

I moved in next door a few months ago and had no idea how enthusiastic you are about Christmas, but I mentioned I hadn’t decorated, so now you’re knocking on my door with a box full of decorations and are begging me to let you decorate

My family is picking out a tree, but I’m so cold I’m just waiting by the warm doors and you came to stand next to me because you have no desire to hear your siblings argue over the right tree to buy

I work at the local library and I’m trying to put up all the decorations myself, but I fell off the ladder trying to hang up the garland and you caught me

You hate heights, but your friend convinced you to go skiing for the first time and now the ski lift is broken and you’re kind of freaking out, so it’s my job to comfort you

You’re painfully bad at wrapping presents, so I’m going to teach you or just end up wrapping them all myself because you really are terrible at this

This is an ugly sweater party and I was so ready to make fun of you, but you even make that reindeer sweater that plays a carol I hate look cute, so what am I supposed to do now

I shoveled your driveway for you since I was out anyway, then you brought me cookies to thank me and now we’re in some sort of passive aggressive contest of niceness

I got you for Secret Santa and your best friend knows it; they keep trying to tell me what to get you, but I already have a plan so now I’m just trying to keep them from spoiling it

We’re snowed in at a little airport and we both just want to be alone, so we decide to sit together to keep everyone else away because there are some very determined carolers wandering around and employees who keep trying to check on us

We go to the same college and are trying to get home for the holiday break, but our flights got cancelled so we’re road tripping it together; when we finally get there, we realize that the friend you’re visiting is actually my sibling who was plotting to set us up, but their work is already done now

Dialogue Prompts

“Don’t forget your gloves!”

“I have to beat them!” “They’re twelve, and they’re just building a snow wall.” “Yeah, so I have to do it better.”

“Merry Christmas!” “It’s November.” “I said. Merry. Christmas.”

“I can never have enough Christmas decorations.”

“Come decorate this gingerbread house with me!”

“You’re wearing this sweater and you’ll like it.”

“I can’t believe I’m gonna jump face first into that snowbank.” “You don’t have to. You could choose not to.” “No, I’m gonna.”

“I need more lights.”

“The last thing I need right now is a flaming Christmas wreath and what do you have for me when I come home?” “A flaming Christmas wreath.”

“All I want for Christmas is you.” “Don’t quote Mariah Carey at me.”

“I feel like I’m in a Hallmark. Where’s my generic white guy love interest?”

“I don’t really care about Christmas, but you do, so just come to this Christmas party with me please.”

“Do you need some help with those lights?” “No, I don’t. Stop asking me that.”

“If you don’t stop singing, I will walk straight out into the blizzard.”

“You say mistletoe, I say mistlefoe. If you can beat me in hand to hand combat, then we can kiss.”

“You know, I don’t trust you when you say to come outside with your hands behind you like that. If you’re about to throw snow at me, I’m about to lock you outside for the night.”

“Please open the door. It’s cold out here.”