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trashyswitch · 1 year ago

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A Tickly Christmas Tradition

William comes home from work, to the house completely empty. Where is everyone? Suddenly, William's captured and...Tickled?! What in the world is going on?!

For a little christmas treat, I made a FNAF game fanfic. This prompt was actually an idea in a discord server that I was in last year. It was a funny idea brought up by @anxious-lee-ler...back in 2022. Specifically Dec. 14, 2022. Sorry it took forever for this one to be made. But despite that, I hope you enjoy! Merry Christmas Eve!

“Guys! I’m home!” William yelled as he put his bag down at the door. He took off his jacket and his work shoes, before walking past the living room into the kitchen. He looked around the house, and noticed that the house was practically empty. “...Hello?” He looked in the kitchen some more, and checked the bathroom. “Hellooooo?” He called.

He walked up the stairs to the bedrooms, wondering if anybody was napping, or playing in their room. But when he looked in the kids’ rooms, he found them messy, but completely empty. He looked in the room he shared with his wife, and found it was vacant as well. Weird…

He went down the stairs, and called for them one more time. “Hellooooo?” He yelled. “MICHAEL? ELIZABETH?! CHRIS?!” He called. But he stopped as he stood in the middle of the kitchen. He couldn’t find his family anywhere! And it made no sense! Their second car was here! How could the car be here, but his family be completely gone?!

Suddenly, someone grabbed him underneath the arms and pulled him away.

“AH! LET ME GO!” William shouted. Someone else wrapped a tie around his eyes and upper nose. “HEY-” he reacted, trying to remove the eye cover. But as he struggled strong and hard within the arms of the stranger, William felt someone…tickling his sides and ribs?! “ST-STOHOP- WHOHO IHIHIS THIHIHIHIS!?” he asked, trying to feel around for anyone who might’ve been standing there nearby. He could quickly tell that the tickling fingers were small, nimble fingers…almost from a little kid!

“Don’t worry, Dad. It’s us.” Michael told him, poking his fingers in his belly button.

He could feel his fears slowly diminishing. Though he was thankful this was his family, he was still left incredibly confused by their actions. Why was someone tickling him?! Who was holding onto him? And WHY?! Suddenly, his legs were picked up by someone. “Whahait- Whahahat ahare yohohohou dohohohoihihing?” William asked, waving his hands around.

“Taking you to the living room.” His wife told him. “We’re creating a new Christmas tradition that I think you’ll love too.” She told him.

“Whahahat ihihis ihihihit?” William asked.

“You’ll find out in a few minutes.” Elizabeth told her father before grabbing the lights from the decoration bin.

William felt as his body was wrapped in rope that sounded suspiciously like Christmas lights. His gelled hair was ruined with what felt like a Santa hat followed by a…headband??? And weirdly enough, his shirt was unbuttoned followed by his socks being taken off.

The confusion that filled Afton’s mind was overwhelming. NOW what was his family up to?! Why were they tying him up?! Why was he wearing a Christmas hat?! And how was a Christmas tradition that involved him being tied up, supposed to be fun for him?!

“Not close to his face, Chris.” Mrs. Afton told someone.

He could feel something being sprinkled onto him. He couldn’t for the life of him, figure out what it was! It felt strange on his belly. Whatever it was, it sounded like it came out of a pepper shaker of some sort. Were they dumping sprinkles onto him?! No, wait…sprinkles would be slightly heavier than this. This stuff felt completely weightless. What is it?!

“Okay. Take off the blindfold, Liz.” His wife said.

Elizabeth nodded and removed it from his face. “There!”

William squeezed his eyes shut as the bright light filled his eyes. Squinting, he looked in front of him, and found his 4 members of his family standing in his field of vision and stretching their arms out excitedly.

“SURPRISE!” They all said in unison to William.

William widened his eyes and looked down at his body. Right away, he got all his answers. He was right! He really WAS wrapped in Christmas lights! And he did have a Santa hat, with a headband! Only…this headband had a yellow, glittery star hanging down in front of his face. And if there weren’t lights covering his shirt and pants, then there was most definitely glitter. Wait…the sprinkly things he felt were glitter?! A bit of yellow glitter that came from the felt star on his head, and bright green glitter absolutely everywhere else.

William was mortified. “What in the- Why is there so much glitter?!” William asked, more shocked than angry by this point.

Elizabeth giggled as she held 5 empty glitter bottles in her hands. “Oh…No reason, papa.” Elizabeth said with a shit-eating grin on her face. William groaned in annoyance. Elizabeth only ever called him ‘papa’ when she was in a mischievous mood. Who the heck thought it would be a good idea to give Elizabeth the glitter?!

And then to make matters worse, Chris was giggling right beside him and STILL shaking the rest of the green glitter onto his lower leg.

“Okay, okay…I think it’s empty, Chris.” Mrs. Afton told her youngest.

Chris nodded and pulled the other empty glitter bottles out of his pockets. Chris had 5 glitter bottles as well! His two youngest children had managed to use 10 separate 16 oz. bottles of glitter on their father!!

That was- like- 20 cups of glitter!!

“Oh……my god…” William muttered aloud.

Elizabeth giggled. “Did we overdo it?” She asked.

Michael laughed. “Nope. In my opinion, he needs more.” Michael joked, pulling yet ANOTHER 16 oz. glitter bottle of his own out of his pocket.

“NO-” Mrs. Afton took Michael’s bottle. “10 full bottles is plenty enough.” She said, placing it aside.

William looked at the glitter, and blew a puff of air��and the extra layers of glitter blew with the air, over to his crazy family! Mrs. Afton and Elizabeth squealed and covered up their faces to prevent themselves from getting covered. Chris opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to catch the glitter on his tongue like they were snowflakes, while Michael closed his brother’s mouth and gave him a stern look. “Don’t eat the glitter.” He ordered his brother.

“You are all gonna clean this whole mess afterwards. And I am NOT. HELPING.” William warned, shooting his wife a hairy eyeball expression.

Mrs. Afton was unphased by his threatening look. She was almost awaiting the look, just so she could say her wonderful comeback. “Oh, don’t worry. We’ll clean it up while watching the video recordings of you laughing your head off on the TV.” his wife told him, hinting at his demise.

Laughing his head off- What?!

“What do you mean ‘laughing your-’?!” William widened his eyes as he saw their youngest child, holding feathers in his hand. William widened his eyes and quickly remembered that his shirt was unbuttoned. “...Oh no…” he muttered. He quickly remembered that his socks were off too! “OH NO!” He curled his toes, suddenly fearful.

“Now do you understand what we’re cooking?” Mrs. Afton asked with a smirk.

William stuttered in shock for a second, before narrowing his eyes at his wife and kids. “Don’t you dare…Don’t you ffffff-” He quickly changed his word. “-Ffffffreaking dare…” He warned.

“Ooooh, you’re lucky.” Mrs. Afton reacted, before bringing her fingers closer to his belly. “Cause if you swore…we would’ve made sure you REALLY regretted it.” She told him.

William yelped and wiggled around, trying to get his belly away from her fingers. “D-Don’t! Why are you doing this?!” He asked, a small wobbly smile building on his face.

“Because it’s fun!” She told him before touching his belly. Just her little nails’ touch was enough to make the hairs on his arms stand on edge. “Plus, I know you’re gonna like this~” She told him, before dancing her fingers all over his belly.

William jumped and winced, trying not to laugh right away. If they were going to make him laugh, he was going to make it a challenge. His family was going to have to work hard to get him to laugh like they want. If they were planning on playing games with him, he was going to play too.

“Ooooh, holding out on us?” His wife asked before looking at Michael. “Get your hands ready. We might need you to help break your father’s walls down.” She told her eldest son.

Michael nodded his head and readied his fingers on his upper ribs. “Ready, Mom.” Michael replied.

“You’re not gonna go for his armpits?” She asked.

“Nah. His armpits kinda stink.” Michael replied rather bluntly with a chuckle, waving his hand close to his nose for extra humorous effect.

“Sh-Shutup!” William spat through his teeth.

She laughed at her kid’s bluntness. “It’s not gonna get any better, Michael.” She teased playfully to her son. “But, you do whatever you want.” She said, before winking at him.

Michael smirked at the wink. That was his cue to start. “Yeah. I will.” He replied proudly, before immediately starting to skitter and scratch at his father’s upper-to-middle ribs.

“NonONO-” William squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head as the biggest wobbly smile they had ever seen on the father and husband had filled his face. He was visibly straining to not laugh. Apparently, it wasn’t just his armpits and belly that were ticklish. It actually looked like his upper ribs were just as bad, if not more ticklish than his armpits! And it appeared that Michael knew this all too well.

“I wanna tickle his stinky feet!” Elizabeth teased as she ran up and picked up her Dad’s foot.

“NO! Leavemyfeeheetalooone!” He grunted and protested through his teeth.

Mrs. Afton laughed. “Sure, go ahead!” She replied. “Hey Chris?” She said, looking over at her youngest. “You sure you don’t want to join?” She asked. “You can prop up the camera and join in, if you want.” She encouraged him.

But Chris shook his head and walked the camera closer to his Dad. “Mhm! I’m recording Daddy’s girl laugh!” He told his Mom.

She laughed at her youngest’s reply. “Just keep the camera steady, alright?” She told him.

“Yup!” He replied, popping the P.

William could feel his lungs starting to fail him a lot faster than he was expecting. He knew growing older usually affected one's body…but his lungs too!? What a terrible time to figure this out!

Soon, little titters and hisses started to exit through his wobbly grin. Mrs. Afton lit up upon hearing that. “We’re close! Liz, go for his toes!” She told her daughter.

Elizabeth quickly separated the big toe and 2nd toe, before sliding the feather back and forth in between his toes. “Coochy coochy coo, Daddy!” She declared.

William finally broke out in strong, high-pitched laughter. His laughter was so unlike his body frame! And his family was well aware of this fact. “BWAHAHAHAHA! AAAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOHOP!” He pleaded.

“Okay, stop!” She ordered her tickling kids. Michael and Elizabeth removed their hands from their respective spots, while Mrs. Afton did the same thing. No one was tickling him, yet his laughter was still quite heavy and strong. But just as fast as it broke out, the laughter seemed to calm down into giggles, before turning into breathlessness mixed with chuckles.

“Yohohou guhuhuys…” He muttered a little bit.

“Okay…” Mrs. Afton made a signal…and with this signal, came an eruption of squeals and laughter.

“eeEEHEEK! WAHAIT- NOHoho! Lihihiz!” William yelled and laughed.

Elizabeth smiled and opened his toes with her index and middle finger, before fluttering the feather very gently into his toe crevice. “Tickle tickle!” She teased.

“How did you learn to do that?” Mrs. Afton asked her daughter.

“Michael! He taught me!” Liz told her Mom.

Michael chuckled awkwardly. “Well…I may have tried it on her a few times…” He admitted.

“I see~” She replied. “And where did you learn it, Michael?” She asked next.

“.....Dad.” Michael replied with a laugh.

Mrs. Afton bursted out in laughter. “Is that so?!” She reacted. “Having any regrets yet, Will?” She asked her husband.

William nodded his head “YEHEhehehes!” He replied.

“Alright. Liz, let’s give your brother a turn to tickle.” She told Elizabeth.

Elizabeth nodded her head and removed the feather, earning her a high-pitched squeak.

William’s eyes widened the moment the feather flew out of his toes. It tickled SO MUCH MORE than Liz’s see-sawing EVER did! “eEEHEEK!” He went limp in the chair. “Ohoh gohosh…” He muttered, shaking his head.

Michael skittered his fingers on his ribs. “Tell me, Dad:” He started tickling in between the ribs for a bit. “How bad does this tickle?” Michael asked.

William jumped and snorted, leaning his head back and giggling in a somewhat girly way. “EEheeheeheehee! Prehehehetty bahahad!” William admitted.

“Okay…” He quickly switched to tickling each and every individual rib. “What about this? Is this better? Or worse?” Michael asked curiously.

William gasped and cackled, shaking his head left and right and throwing the bouncing felt star all over the place. “aAAHAHAHA! NOHOT THAT! IHIHIT’S WOHOHORRRSE!” He shouted.

“Oh god!” Michael reacted. “It’s really that bad?!” He asked, tickling the individual middle ribs.

“YEHESYESYEHEHEHESS! PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOHOP!” William pleaded.

“Alright, alright.” Michael switched to tickling between the middle ribs once more. “I’ll do this instead.” He told him.

William snorted and started giggling in the high-pitched voice all over again. “Ohohohokahahay, thahahahanks.” William told him.

“Would it be too much for you if I joined back in?” Mrs. Afton asked.

William shook his head. “Nohoho, ihihit wohouldn’t nohohohow.” He replied.

Mrs. Afton smiled and started gently tickling the soft of his small beer belly. “I’ll be gentle.” She told him.

William jumped and sunk his stomach in slightly, but to no avail. Not only did sinking in his stomach fail as a preventive strategy, but it also ruined his ability to breathe. So he breathed in as much as he could, before falling into an endless stream of high-pitched giggles.

“Thihihihihis ihihihihis weheheird.” William told him.

“Oh, hush your mouth and laugh, our 6ft Tickle Tree.” She teased.

“Wh-Whahahat?!” William asked.

“There’s a reason you’re covered in green glitter.” Mrs. Afton explained. “Can you tell him why?” She asked Chris and Elizabeth.

“We wanted you to look like a christmas tree!” Chris told his father.

“That’s why you’re also covered in Christmas lights with a star on your head.” Elizabeth told him.

“HAhahahaha- Whahahahat?!” He reacted, unsure how else to react to this information.

Michael chuckled. “I didn’t want to join in originally…” Michael looked at his Mom. “But then Mom mentioned ‘tickling’, and I quickly changed my mind.” Michael admitted bluntly.

Mrs. Afton smirked. “Trying to throw your own mother under the bus, I see?” She asked.

“What?! No!” Michael put his right hand up. “Honest!” He pointed his index finger at his Mom. “But I may be throwing myself under the bus.” Michael admitted.

“Alright, alright.” Mrs. Afton replied, double-checking to make sure Chris and the recorder were doing okay.

“Wait…How does the song ‘Oh Christmas Tree’ go again?” Michael asked.

Elizabeth's eyes brightened. “Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, how lovely are your branches!” She declared, saying the lyrics instead of singing it.

“You’re very close. It’s ‘How lovely are ‘thy’ branches’.” Mrs. Afton corrected.

“Okay. So…what if we sang ‘oh christmas tree’, but we changed the word ‘branches’ to ‘laughter’?” Michael asked.

Elizabeth gasped. “YEAH!” She shouted excitedly, stopping her tickle attack. “🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, how lovely are thy laughter!🎵” She sang.

Michael hummed. “I think ‘your laughter’ would sound better in this situation.” He admitted.

“I think I have to agree with you, Michael.” Mrs. Afton replied.

“🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, how lovely are your laughter🎵” Mrs. Afton sang.

The kids joined in with their mother. “🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, how lovely are your laughter🎵”

Mrs. Afton continued the song. “🎵Your precious giggles fill the air, and warm our hearts with tender care,🎵” She sang in her gorgeous singing voice.

“🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, how lovely are your laughter🎵” The kids sang.

Michael stopped his tickling and sang the next verse. “🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, of all the laughs most joyful. Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, of all the laughs most joyful🎵” Michael sang.

“Not bad!” Mrs. Afton reacted. “🎵Each year you bring us delight, with every shining grin so bright,🎵” She sang. “🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, of all the laughs most joyful🎵” She finished.

“My turn, My turn!” Elizabeth declared. “🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, we learn from all your gigglees. Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, we learn from all your gigglees🎵” She sang.

The other Aftons bursted out laughing. Did Elizabeth just come up with a word to make the verse work?!

“🎵Your high-pitched squeals of festive cheer, give hope and happiness all year,🎵” She sang. “🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree-🎵

They all sang together. “🎵We learn from all your giggleeeees.🎵” They all sang.

William chuckled and nodded his head with a smile. “I would clap, but…My hands are kinda tied.” He told them.

Everyone burst out laughing at this. Mrs. Afton walked up and unplugged the Christmas lights. “Let’s get this off you.” She said, removing the Christmas lights from around him.

“Thank you, love.” William said, leaning in for a kiss. She wiped a few green glitter pieces from his mouth and kissed his lips.

“Eugh…Gross…” Michael muttered aloud.

“Awwwww!” Elizabeth reacted, holding her hand on her chest.

Chris giggled, zooming in on his Mom and Dad’s kiss.

“🎵I saw Mommy kiss the tickle tree, underneath the christmas star last night🎵” Chris started singing.

Mrs. Afton and William both broke their kiss and looked at Chris, laughing at Chris’s lyrics.

“🎵She didn’t see me creep, down the stairs to have a peek,🎵” Elizabeth sang.

“🎵She thought that I was tucked up in my bedroom, fast asleep🎵” Michael sang.

“He wasn’t!” Chris declared. “🎵I saw mommy kiss the tickle tree, Every little giggle filled the night!🎵” Chris sang.

“🎵Oh what a laugh it would’ve been-🎵” Liz sang.

“🎵If Daddy had only seen-🎵” Michael sang.

Everyone, even William, joined in together for the last part. “🎵Mommy kiss the tickle tree last niiiiight!🎵”

#fluff and humor #christmas fluff #christmas tree #i saw mommy kissing santa claus #oh christmas tree #family fluff #crying child is chris afton #ticklefic #ler!mrs.afton #ler!michael #ler!elizabeth #ler!chris #lee!william

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ravenclaws-stuff · 21 days ago

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Fandom: Harry Potter

Character: Blaise

Prompt: I saw Mummy kissing Santa Claus

"Scorpius, look." Jade calls. Scorpius sneaks over, looking through the crack of the door. Santa sat on the oversized velvet chair. To their surprise, Miss Zabini, Jade's mum, sat on Santa's lap. The kids share a look before looking back. Much to Jade's horror, her mother was kissing Santa Claus. Jade backs up, tears forming in the corner of her eyes. "W.. what?"

Mr Malfoy walks in smiling. "What are you two up to?" Jade and Scorpius share a look before Jade burst into tears. Mr Malfoy bends down, wrapping his arms in a comforting hug. "What happened Jade?" The little girl looks up with tears in her eyes. "I..I saw mummy kissing Santa Claus."

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I tuck Jade into bed later that night. Ever since Santa, she's been distant. Even Draco said I needed to talk with her, but he wouldn't tell me why. "Sweetheart. Is everything alright?" I push her dark, curly hair out of her eyes. She glares at me. I am taken back by the anger in her eyes. "I saw you. I saw you kissing Santa Claus." I sigh, trying to hold back a laugh. I am certain there was a muggle song about this.

"Oh. I can understand why you are upset." I sit on the edge of her bed. "Can I tell you something?" She nods reluctantly. "Daddy was dressed up as Santa today. Something happened up at the North Pole, making him miss today. But he didn't want to disappoint you or Scorpius, so he asked Daddy if he could cover for him." Her face lights up, realizing that her dad knew Santa Claus. "But we can't tell Scorpius, alright." She nods. "Okay mummy." I place a kiss on her forehead.

"Am I forgiven?" She nods. "You were kissing daddy, not Santa Claus." I laugh softly before tucking her in. "Get some sleep. I love you." She yawns, rubbing her eyes. "I love you too mummy." I turn on her nightlight. "Good night little love. I'll send Daddy in to say goodnight." "Night night."

#harry potter #blaise zabini x reader #blaise zabini #Christmas #i saw mommy kissing santa claus #25 days of ficmas

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aheckinmess · 27 days ago

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I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

(Part 7 of The Snowball Effect)

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Tags: Enji Todoroki, Endeavor, Female Reader, Endeavor x Reader, Enji Todoroki x Reader, Child Shoto Todoroki, Christmas Special, I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus, Mistletoe, Shoto Asks An Innocent Question, The Todoroki Family is Bewildered, Enji Gets Jealous, You Laugh Your Ass Off, Honestly I Laughed So Hard Writing This

Word Count: 775 words

Summary: When Toya asks you to make spicy chicken for dinner, you happily oblige in the spirit of the season. But none of the Todorokis could possibly be prepared for a controversy that's just as spicy, all because of one little question from the youngest member of the Todoroki family.

Playlist: The Snowball Effect

December 7

Enji never fails to sneak into the kitchen whenever you make spicy chicken and rice. So even though your pulse races as strong arms wrap around your waist, it’s expected when you add the sauce and the smell of spice wafts through the house.

“You spoil me.” He rumbles against your cheek. “What’s the occasion?”

“Oh, shush. You know I make this whenever I know you’re going to be home to enjoy it.” You swirl the spatula around the pan to coat the chicken. “Besides, Toya asked for it.”

“You mean you didn’t make it just because you know it’s my favorite?” Enji fake pouts, tickling your sides.

Thankfully, you’re only waiting for the rice cooker to finish up or he might have ended up with a sauce-covered spatula to the face. As you squirm and squeal at his antics, you consider grabbing it anyway.

“Oh, I know. I cooked it because our son wanted some instead, how evil of me.” You reach back to tickle his belly in retribution – his one and only ticklish spot.

“Gah! Don’t even think about it!”

Suddenly you’re chest to chest with him as he pins your arms behind your back. He wears a playful smile – that was a cheeky move - meets your mischievous smirk – but you know you love me.

“Father, does Christmastime upset you?” Shoto’s curious little voice echoes from the dining room.

The two of you share a quick kiss before he releases you and turns to your youngest while you finish dinner.

“No, Shoto. Though it can be stressful in terms of crime, it does not upset me.” Enji answers. “Why?”

“Well, it’s just–”

“Fuyumi, that move was totally unfair! I had just finished my ice sculpture!” Natsuo comes in howling with laughter and trying to tousle his sister’s hair.

Tenko and Toya follow behind, falling over each other with cackles at the shenanigans of the other two. Once their laughter dies down, Shoto clears his throat, getting everyone’s attention as you work on putting together seven plates of food.

“I thought Christmas might upset you because it’s the only time that Mother kisses someone else other than you.”

The entire room falls silent. No more laughter, no more buzzing whispers between the other four Todoroki children. Even your light humming stops as you blink up at Shoto.

For obvious reasons, you’re confused, but you know when the room hikes up a few extra degrees that Enji’s confusion is evolving into anger. You bubble with pride when he pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a few deep breaths before jumping to conclusions. Not that you’d blame him if he did.

“Shoto, honey, what do you mean by that?” You ask, focusing on not burning yourself.

“Oh, um,” Shoto pauses, realizing his words hold great magnitude as all eyes zero in on him. “I just meant…last Christmas I saw her kissing Santa. But Father wasn’t around…I wasn’t sure if he was away because it upset him.”

Toya snorts into his fist. Fuyumi hides her own laughter in a cough. Tenko and Natsuo both furrow their brows at each other when Enji barks out a laugh. And even you have to turn your face away with the excuse of getting out cups to hide the smile stretching across your lips.

“Shoto, I don’t know how to tell you this, bud.” Toya begins with a shit-eating grin. “But that wasn’t Santa.”

Shoto tilts his head. “But it was. He had the red coat and the beard and bag and everything.”

“No, it wasn’t. It was Dad. Sometimes people dress up as Santa Claus to gather information on what they want for Christmas, and then they tell Santa. That way Santa can focus on making the toys around Christmas time when all of the requests are coming in.” Fuyumi hops in with an explanation. “So when you saw Mother kissing ‘Santa’ it was really Dad.”

“Hmm.” Is all Shoto says. “Is that true, Father?”

“Of course.” Enji smirks whenever he pulls you in close by the waist. “I’d know if your mother was kissing another man. Now, it’s time to eat.”

The rest of the evening passes uneventfully, though you’re amused further when Shoto walks down the hall after brushing his teeth to whisper to Toya, “I’m still not sure it was Father. It had to be Santa. He told Mother that she had been a good girl.”

You can no longer contain it. Enji face palms as your laughter shakes the whole house. When you’re finally done, you stand beneath the mistletoe and wrap your arms around Enji’s neck.

“Want a kiss, Santa Claus?”

Day 8

Credit to @saradika-graphics for the holiday banner! Thank you so much!

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purpleprincessonfyre · 9 days ago

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It's late, I'm aware, I've had an emotional day. Ithaca Saga, Doctor Who, Gavin & Stacey Finale, I spent most of the day eating, drinking, crying or laughing. But here is a Christmas Fic that started as a lighthearted play on an old Christmas Song meets Home Alone but somehow became heartwarming? Anywhere I present (ha present 🎁)

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus 🎅💋

Starring: Ethane (Liane Felton X Ethan Lensherr @ethan-lensherr ), Belladonna

Also features: Mia Parker @ask-missparker , Astrid @gcthvile , Riley @blueboirick , Joshua @jackiequick , Georgina and George Romanoff-Felton @missstrawbs2001

Christmas Morning

"Good morning my darling, Merry-" Liane started, peeking through Belladonna's bedroom door but being caught off guard by her daughter standing there in the dark, shining a flashlight in her eyes. "What the hell, Mom!" Bella growled as Liane's eyes went wide. "What? Blackbird, what's the matter?" She asked kindly, worry in her voice.

"Don't Blackbird me, you..you...floozy!" Bella cried as Liane gasped. "Belladonna! What do you mean?" Liane replied, her face hardening. "I saw you..last night...you have some explaining to do." She frowned, taking a seat on the bed, still shining her flashlight into her mother's eyes as Liane's face fell. "Ah. That. So um...ah screw it you're old enough now. Listen, cause I'm only going to explain this to you once and its your choice to say this to the others. Okay?" Liane answered, looking Bella in the eye. "Fine. Explain."

Christmas Eve

The kids were all sat in the lounge, huddled around a page as they plotted their escapade. "As soon as he arrives, Joshua you'll start the camera recording so when Santa reaches for the cookies, Astrid will pull on the pulley, dropping the hunting net on him and Gia, Georgie, you'll hit the lights." Belladonna grins, pointing out each part of the trap. Riley frowned, looking at the trap. "What if the net doesn't work, he is magic yknow." Riley says, raising her eyebrows as Bella smirks.

"Then we go to Plan B, where you'll activate JARVIS and set off the alarm while I throw the back up net over him and tackle him." Bella finished, grinning. But Georgie was still skeptical. "What if no one shows up?" He says, his lip quivering as Bella sighs. "Then we'll know for sure. Either way, we'll have proof." She says, rolling up the paper before the grown ups can see their plans.

"Hey kids, Stella says dinner's nearly ready, go wash up and help set the table," Liane says as Ethan joins her, backing her up. "She's right, go help in the kitchen, you guys." He says, putting an arm around Liane as the kids walk away, kissing her cheek. "Is my suit ready?" He asks as she nods. "It's in the dressmaker studio for you. Along with the beard and wig, I wanted it to feel authentic," she smiles as Ethan loops his arms around her waist. "Can't wait to unwrap my gift from you," He grins, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"You might get to open that a lot sooner than you think," she grins, raising an eyebrow as Ethan smirks. "Now that won't be a Silent Night..." he mutters softly as Mia walks by clearing her throat. "If you could leave the Naughty List talk for the bedroom, that would be great," she smiles, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Ethan pulled away a little, smiling. "Of course, apologies Mia." He says as Mia bats each of them on the head with a tube of wrapping paper. "Do not traumatize the kids with pillow talk, if you please." She huffs, striding away as Liane collapses into giggles.

Later..

"He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight—

Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!" Liane finished, smiling as the children watched her close the book. "Now I think if any of you want a visit from Santa, you should all go to bed!" She says, ushering the children to bed. "But I'm not tired!" Gia whined as Liane chuckled. "Bed, all of you, go on." She smiled, tucking them into bed, finishing with Belladonna.

"Goodnight my blackbird, sweet dreams," she said, kissing Bella's forehead as she tucked her in, returning to the door, smiling. As the door closed, Bella quickly slipped out of her bed, grabbing her plans and supplies, waiting for the adults to return to the bar upstairs as she snuck out, knocking on the doors of her co-conspirators. "Okay, time to put our plan into action. Operation Capture Santa." She whispered, sneaking to the lounge, laying down tripwire and hanging nets, ready for Santa to arrive. "Positions!" She whispered, setting up the camera on its tripod.

The children waited. And waited. And waited. Georgie yawned, tired. "Maybe there isn't a Santa Clau-" He began as a poof of cloud appeared in the room as a man dressed in red, trimmed with fur with a sack on his shoulder, landed on the carpet. Bella pointed at Joshua, signalling him to turn on the camera as Santa looked around, his beard trimmed with gray as he surveyed the room. He began unloading his pack, placing presents around the tree as Riley sat in her hiding place, ready to release the net.

As Santa finished delivering his gifts, his gaze fell on the plate of cookies with a glass of milk and he smiled, his green eyes glittering as he approached. As soon as he grabbed a cookie, Riley released the net to catch him, but before the net landed Santa quickly poofed out of the way, chuckling a little as he lands by the tree. Bella grimaced, signalling Riley to activate JARVIS' security system as Belladonna gripped the net, ready to tackle him.

As Santa heard the alarms go though, a light turned in the hallway as a bedroom door opened and a voice called out "Ugh JARVIS, cancel alarm!" And Liane stepped out of the shadows, eyeing Santa. "Well hello there, Saint Nick..." she crooned, leaning on the doorway as Santa brushed himself off, grinning. "Why hello yourself, now what's a naughty girl like you doing out of bed?" He says, approaching her as the kids froze, watching in horror.

"Well I'd hate to waste this mistletoe, and who better to give me a kiss goodnight than the man himself.." she purrs, the light from her room revealing her red and white festive dress, cut very low in places, a Santa hat perched rakishly on her curls as Santa approached her, smirking as she pulled him in for a kiss under the doorway as the camera caught everything and Bella froze up, her face hardening. Liane giggled, tickling his beard as he whispered in her ear, before watching him disappear in a cloud of smoke and returning to her bedroom.

The room fell silent as Belladonna just stood there, face like thunder as she watched the doorway her mother entered and promptly exited through. "Bella?" Astrid said, tapping her shoulder slowly as Bella finally snapped back to reality. "Pack everything up, get back to bed before we wake the adults. And don't tell anyone what we saw tonight. You have to swear on it." She says firmly, looking at the kids. Georgie gulped a little but the kids all swore they wouldn't say a word before slinking off to bed.

Belladonna returned to her bedroom feeling hurt and betrayed. Her own mother, kissing Santa! There had to be another explanation but there was just no denying it. She'd seen it with her own eyes. And she had it on film. She hid her supplies back under the bed, crawled under the covers and lay there in the dark, trying to fall asleep.

Christmas Morning

"So what you saw...last night, wasn't the real Santa. That was your Dad, the real Santa gave those gifts to him and it was his turn to keep the magic alive. I'm sorry you saw that, I didn't know you kids were there. If I'd known, I wouldn't have-" Liane started, as Bella stopped her, understanding. "Mom, it's okay. You didn't cheat on Dad, that's all that matters. I don't really care if Santa's real or not, I cared about my Mother throwing herself at someone. I know you've been tearing your hair out about making this the perfect Christmas. So...here." She says, handing her a wrapped parcel.

"Is this for me?" Liane said, fingering the ribbon carefully. Belladonna nods, urging her to open it. She smiled, tugging at the ribbon and then tearing at the paper. As she revealed a velvet box under the paper, a small smile appeared on her face as she opened it to find a gold heart shaped locket inside. "Bells?" She said, a little in awe as she unclasped the locket to see a lock of dark hair inside. Bella carefully parted her bangs to reveal a few hairs snipped shorter.

"I wanted to give you something you'd be able to wear always, carrying a piece of me with you. Dad said giving you a baby tooth would be weird, he helped me pick it. He took me shopping, which I hate, but I did it for you." Belladonna finished, looking down a little as Liane smiled, lifting up her chin and kissing her cheek. "I love it, Bella. It's beautiful. And I love you, my little Black Dahlia." She smiled, tears in her eyes as Bella reluctantly opened her arms and Liane squeezed her tightly in a hug, crying.

"Ten, nine, eight," Bella started as Liane started wrapping up the hug. "I...I'll put it on right now. Help me, darling." She said, taking the necklace out of the box and pulling her hair aside as Bella carefully wound the dainty gold chain around her mother's neck. "It suits you," she replied, admiring the locket as Liane grinned. "How about we go and join the others and open gifts under the tree?" Liane suggested offering Belladonna her hand which she clasped tightly. "Merry Christmas, Mom."

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a very goodnight! Seriously its nearly midnight here, its almost Boxing Day in my timezone so I'm gonna go to bed in the next few hours...hopefully

Thanks @jackiequick for motivating me

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