#Jolly St. Nick

[nfcomics]

BATMAN SANTA CLAUS SILENT KNIGHT no.1 (of 4) • cover art • Otto Schmidt [Dec 2023]

SANTA CLAUS IS COMING TO TOWN! The four-part crossover event of a generation begins when a not-so-jolly St. Nick hits Gotham City to investigate a brutal crime in the days leading up to Christmas… What manner of man or beast could have committed such atrocities?! With the help of his former student, Batman, Santa will team up with the heroes of the DC Universe to right this wrong--or the world wakes up to coal in their stockings! A brutal, two-fisted holiday tale of hope, wonder, and monster hunting is the perfect treat to ring in the holidays--it's Claus in canon!

(W) Jeff Parker (A) Michele Bandini (CA) Otto Schmidt

[santaverse]

Merry Christmas in July to everyone!!

[elegantfilth]

Can't imagine anyone meeting Aziraphale for the first time expects his husband to show up in skinny black jeans with a face tattoo.

[rocket-powered-socket]

Merry Christmas gu- (little elf runs past) woah, guys did you see that?…..

[nickv47]

Still have Christmas on the brain since it’s finally snowy out there (albeit, shockingly cold). So Santa is spending some time in cowboy land with an oversized cowboy hat!

Links to my shops on nickvolkert.com!

[1fan2antother]

(via "Santa Claus “KRINGLE”" Baseball ¾ Sleeve T-Shirt for Sale by Leesondesign)

[reyadawn]

Smitten - A Noah Sebastian One Shot

*image not mine, credit goes to owner*

Summary: Noah Sebastian, lead singer of Bad Omens, gets brought to his knees when he meets a fan at the VIP Meet & Greet after a show 🤭

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: 🔞+, language, heavy smut (kissing, fingering, oral, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie) - DO NOT READ IF UNDER 18

Word Count: 🙄

Dedicated to my gorgeous friend @lovexsleepyhead ❤️ Hope this was everything you wanted!

Enjoy! 🫠✨️

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The roar of the crowd was deafening as concert goers were packed in St. Marx venue for Bad Omens. Flames shot from pyrotechnics on the stage and the low level overhead lights bathed us all in crimson.

Noah Sebastian had everyone jumping, hands in the air, as he belted out the powerful lyrics to Dethrone. His long dark hair was wild about his lithe frame, creating a curtain to shield his dark features as the growl he let loose rocked me to my core, quite literally. The vibrations from his voice went straight to my clit.

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My hands were clammy, heart racing as I stood in line to get my picture taken with the band. Thier performance still had my ears ringing. I glanced down at my attire, suddenly feeling out of place. My simple lilac tank, white cardigan and jean capris wasn't exactly 'Bad Omens' worthy except the small messenger bag I donned.

When it was finally my turn, I approached them cautiously, gripping the strap to my bag nervously but also to keep myself from launching into Noah's arms; no touching the band. Who's fucked up rule was that? Noah's eyes widened when I got closer, his jaw slack. Jolly grinned at him, elbowing his ribs when he stopped talking mid-sentence. Against the rules, Noah automatically engulfed me in his embrace and I swear I died.

After photos, I thanked the band and a member of Security started to usher me away when Noah suddenly stopped him. The Security guard gave Noah a curt nod of understanding before motioning the other woman behind me to go around. I turned to Noah questioningly and he looked down at me, his expression one of hunger.

"Your name. I need your name...please", he softly begged. I nervously bit my lower lip, his eyes immediately following the movement and I swear he drooled.

"Kati", I barely whispered, my body slightly trembling in nervousness. My panties did nothing to help the situation as a wave of hot slick filled them.

"Beautiful...come with me", Noah said, tugging me after him and we all but ran past everyone else waiting for VIP photos.

"Noah! Yo, man, what the fuck?!", Nick called, arms open wide. Before I could apologize or really do much more, Noah pulled me into the green room, slamming and locking the door. I barely had time to register the dècor before Noah grabbed my head in his hands, fingers carding through my hair, crashing his lips to mine. Shock had me gasping. Noah took that as an invitation to thrust his tongue past my lips. My clit started throbbing as another wave of slick filled my panties.

Noah's lips left mine to trail hot kisses down the colum of my throat as his hands worked the button of my jeans and hauled them roughly down my legs along with my soaked panties.

"I need to fucking taste you, pretty", Noah said pushing me back until I sat down on the couch. His large tattooed hands spread my thighs and he wasted no time diving between them. His lips immediate sought my clit, wrapping around it as two long fingers pushed inside my wet heat, my walls clenching around them.

"Oh my God", I said, tipping my head back against the couch, eye rolling back.

"No God. Just me. Now pray", he said darkly, going back to his ministrations. He sucked my clit harder, flicking it with his tongue as he thrust his fingers in and out of my dripping pussy.

"Noah...pleasepleaseplease", I begged, my thighs clamping around his head as my orgasm washed over me, coating his fingers.

"That's it, pretty...come all over me...goddamn you fucking taste like heaven", Noah said, his own eyes rolling back into his head as he continued to eat me like a man starved. My thighs shook from the aftermath as Noah finally pulled away, freeing his cock from the tight confines of his jeans.

Crawling up my body, he lined himself up with my dripping entrance, thrusting easily inside me to the hilt and I screamed at the stretch. Noah reached over my head, gripping the back of the couch as he suddenly turned feral, thrusting in and out of my pussy that was sure to bruise. Gripping his arms for anchorage, another orgasm hit damn near causing me to black out. Noah's cock continued shuttling in and out of me.

Harder, deeper his cock reached and I screamed out as yet another orgasm washed over me and this one seemed to trigger Noah's as he suddenly stilled, cock pulsing to empty rope after thick rope of hot come inside my overstimulated cunt.

Coming down from our high, Noah pulled out slowly, tucking himself back into his jeans. He walked over to a set of lockers, pulling a clean towel from it and knelt back in front of me to clean me up, the gesture had my heart clenching.

"Guess this means we need to go on a date", Noah said finally and I smiled pulling him back on top of me with a promising kiss.

🥵🤭

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[mj-iza-writer]

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through my home not a creature was stirring. Well at least maybe one.

Whumpee tiptoed past my room, and down the stairs they slank. Having no idea, I to was awake.

Down by the tree, they pulled their blanket tight. They couldn't believe this was the night.

A night they hoped and prayed for for so long, they now got their wish, it was finally here.

Whumpee adjusted the cookies and ensured the hot chocolate was warm, for old St Nick was sure to be near.

"Please keep them safe", Whumpee quietly prayed for Santa. They hoped he wouldn't forget.

Whumpee often felt forgotten those several Christmas nights. Whumper's house wasn't at all jolly and bright. It was to him just another night.

A noise startled Whumpee, they jumped in fright.

Loud foot steps on the roof this very night.

Some dust spilled from the fireplace, Whumpee gulped as heavy boots appeared just in sight.

Soon Whumpee looked up at a person who matched Caretaker's explanation on what Santa looked like.

"Sa-Santa?", Whumpee whispered fearfully.

"Hello Whumpee, how I've missed visiting you", Santa sat down, "I'm sorry I haven't visited you for so many years. Whumper often waited to make sure I didn't come see you. I've never forgotten you, I promise", Santa smiled happily, "I'm so happy you're with Caretaker now."

"Now here is everything I was never able to leave you", Santa poked his nose, and presents appeared, "you must wait until morning so Caretaker can help you."

Whumpee quickly nodded, "yes sir, you really mean it? You never forgot me?"

Santa held open his arms to welcome Whumpee for a hug.

"Never, I forget no one. Even Whumper gets coal", Santa chuckled to himself, with a "ho ho ho."

"Thankyou Santa for everything", Whumpee wiped their eyes.

"And don't worry, Caretaker has gifts as well", Santa winked, "I know you'll worry about him."

With one more hug Santa waved goodbye, "I'll be back next year, Merry Christmas and have a Happy New Year."

As Santa went up the chimney Whumpee fell to the ground and sobbed at the thought of Santa not forgetting them.

**stomp... stomp... swoosh**

Caretaker jumped from his bed to see what was the matter, he had hoped it wasn't Whumpee who made that big clatter.

He glanced out the window in time to see it, a sleigh flew by, pulled by nine reindeer.

Caretaker quickly went down the steps, he found Whumpee sobbing on the floor.

Whumpee turned to see Caretaker there.

"He-he didn....didn't forget me sir."

Caretaker's heart melted for Whumpee, what a sight.

"Merry Christmas Whumpee, he would never forget you."

After putting Whumpee to bed again, cuddling a stuffed toy they had found in the pile of gifts Caretaker went back down stairs to assess the pile.

"This is a lot", Caretaker marveled.

They noticed a note beside Santa's cookies.

"Dear Caretaker, these are all gifts that I wasn't able to deliver to Whumpee these last few years. I hope you are okay with this. There are also gifts for you as well. Thankyou for taking care of them. Santa."

Caretaker read the note over and over, each time more tears flooded their eyes.

"Thankyou Santa, it's an honor", Caretaker smiled, "have a safe flight."

Enjoy your holidays however you celebrate, and if you don't celebrate at all I hope you have a great day. I qlso wish everyone a Happy New Year. You are all amazing, and I'm so happy to be part of this community. -MJ

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[wordsbyrian]

Christmas Market - Maya Le Tissier x Reader

Summary: While at a the local Christmas Market with your siblings you run into an old friend.

A/N: Requested by an Anon. This is the final holiday fic, might also be the last fic of the year, we'll see.

Ever since you and your siblings moved away for uni, there hasn’t really been much reason for you to go home and see your parents.

To be fair, normally it’s your parents coming to see the three of you in America but for some reason, this year they insisted that you all come home to ‘preserve tradition’ or some other nonsense.

Preserving tradition is the reason why you’re currently trapezing through the local Christmas market with your brother and sister.

“Y/N, do you remember when we were like 12 or 13 and we got locked out of the house, so you climbed in through the 2nd-floor window,” your brother, Lennox, asks while walking backward.

“It happened more than once,” you say, laughing when he trips and stumbles backward.

“I remember Old Man Laurent was so angry every time he came outside to walk his dog and he’d see you on the roof,” your sister, Stevie, says, “It always turned into a lecture.” She lowers her voice to imitate your neighbor, “You damn Y/L/N triplets, just wait till I tell your parents about this.”

The three of you burst into laughter that is quickly stopped when you hear a familiar voice call out, “If it isn’t the Y/L/N triplets.”

“Hi Mr. Laurent,” the three of you say in unison, immediately moving to stand in a straight line, oldest to youngest, just like when you were kids.

“What are the three of you troublemakers doing at the market,” the elderly man asks.

“We’re gonna take a picture with Santa to surprise our mum with,” you answer.

“I suppose someone ought to warn the jolly fella then because if I recall correctly the three of you were always topping the naughty list.

“No sir,” Lennox says, “We were always perfect angels.”

“Tell that to the Jones boy, he still walks with a limp all these years later,” Mr. Laurent says while stroking his beard.

“At 18, he had no business trying to bully three 11-year-olds,” Stevie says, “Now if you don’t mind, Santa isn’t going to be here all night, I’ve heard he’s a very busy man.”

With that, your sister grabs you and Lennox by the hand and begins dragging you to join the line to meet St. Nick.

“Steve,” you begin when you’re far enough from Mr. Laurent, “Can you let go now, you’re hurting us.”

“Please,” your brother adds.

With an overly dramatic groan, Stevie lets go of your hands, much to your relief.

Unfortunately, your sister’s dramatics continue for the entire time you wait in line, but she manages to pull it together as you approach the man in the red suit.

Said man seems very shocked to see three 20-year-olds coming to take a photo with him.

“Happy Christmas, you three,” he says, “I suppose that you’ll be wanting a photo and to tell me what you want for Christmas.”

“That’s the plan, “ Lennox responds.

“And will it be one of the young ladies taking a seat on my lap?”

“No, he will,” you and your sister say simultaneously.

The man lets out a nervous laugh but doesn’t say anything as Lennox sits directly in his lap.

The photo portion is very quick but when he asks what presents you want, you get the express pleasure of watching him grow angry with each of your requests.

A weed grinder for Lennox.

A scent-proof case for Stevie.

And most importantly, flavored rolling papers for you.

“Gifts that we can share, we are triplets,” you say with a cheeky grin.

That’s the final straw for Market Santa as he all but shoves Lennox off him and sends you to collect your photos with strict instructions to not return.

As the three of you walk away, howling with laughter, you trip doing the same thing Lennox was doing earlier: walking backward.

Except instead of just hitting the ground as he did, you find yourself in the arms of the person you ran into.

Scrambling to stand under your own power, you turn around to apologize only to be stopped by your own shock.

“Hey, sorry about that,” you say before cutting yourself off, “Maya? What’re you doing here?”

“Hey y/N, long time no see,” your childhood friend says before acknowledging your siblings, “Hi Stevie and Lennox.”

“Sup Maya.”

“So L.T. what brings you back to this little island, shouldn’t you be off winning football matches somewhere,” you ask.

“Season’s on pause for the holidays,” she answers, “Besides I always come home for the holidays, it’s the three of you that don’t.”

You, Lennox, and Stevie have enough sense to look guilty.

“Well we’ve never been known for our decision-making skills,” Stevie says.

“The Y/L/N Triplets the whole island was always worried about the next thing that you would get into.”

“Well give it a couple of hours and everyone will know what we asked Santa for,” Lennox laughs.

“Oh god, was that you guys that got escorted away just now,” Maya asks with a grimace, “Wait, isn’t your family Jewish?”

“We’re under strict instructions from our lawyers to not incriminate ourselves,” you tell her, “But may if you come to get hot chocolate with us.”

“Yea, Y/N/N is paying,” your brother says from behind you, pushing your shoulder.

“Yup, my treat.”

“Well, if it’s your treat then I guess I have to come with you,” she says, sending a bright grin in your direction.

The four of you continue along the path to the hot chocolate stand, where you somewhat begrudgingly pay for your siblings’ drinks. Drinks that they annoyingly put a million extra priced additions into.

Warm beverages in hand, your small group finds an empty table to occupy.

“So outside of harassing market Santas, what have you three been up to,” Maya asks once you’re all settled, “My dad said that you guys left for uni in the States.”

“Yea, New Mexico,” Lennox says, “It sucks out there.”

“You say that every day and yet somehow I’m the only one with enough balls to drop out.,” you laugh before taking a sip of your drink.

“Ok, Y/N, sorry we can’t all be talented at punching people in the face,” Stevie snarks.

“Back up a second,” Maya says, both staving off the inevitable argument and re-inserting herself into the conversation, “Y/N, you dropped out? I thought you wanted to be a doctor?”

“School just wasn’t for me, I’m training for the UFC now.”

“More like you were irrationally heartbroken over a girl who still doesn’t know you’re in love with her,” Lennox mumbles seconds before a loud thud is heard, presumably from Stevie kicking him.

“Len, didn't you say you wanted to get your girlfriend a souvenir while we were here,” she asks him standing up.

“What? No.”

“Yes you did, come on.”

Stevie doesn’t give him much say in the matter as she actually drags him from his seat and away from the table.

After watching them walk away for a while, Maya turns back to you and speaks.

“Do they know that they’re not subtle at all or do they know and just not care?”

“Steve knows but she could not care less,” you answer, “and Len, well, he’s been dense as a crate of bricks our whole lives.”

That gets you the laugh you were hoping for, it breaks the tension and suddenly you’re 15 again, sneaking away from your siblings to watch her run circles around the boys on the local team.

“That does explain a lot of what he did while we were in school,” she says when she stops laughing, “But it doesn’t explain what he meant when he said you’re heartbroken over someone who doesn’t know that you love them.”

“I have no idea what he was talking about,” you say, feeling your cheeks heating up.

“Lennox might be dense but you’re a terrible liar.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“I’ll make you a deal,” Maya says, Leaning across the table toward you and staring directly into your eyes.

“Your mom ever tell you not to make deals with the devil?”

“She might’ve mentioned it once or twice but hear me out,” she says, “If you tell your girl how you feel, I’ll come to your first professional fight, no matter what.”

“Ok so I get to embarrass myself twice, cool but no deal,” you say, eyes still on hers, leaning forward in return.

“You’re being dramatic.”

“No, I’m not,” you retort, “What would I even say: Hey, I’ve been in love with you since we were kids. Would you let me take you on a date even though we live on different sides of the planet?”

“Yup.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that,” she confirms.

“Alright, Maya, I’ve been in love with you since we were kids. Would you let me take you on a date even though we live on different sides of the planet?”

You can tell that you’ve caught her off guard but as she goes to respond your siblings come rushing over.

“Y/N/N, look what we found,” Lennox shouts, holding something in his hand in the space above you and Maya’s heads, “Mistletoe!”

“Do you know who you want to write your Eulogy because I’m going to,” you’re cut off by the feeling of soft lips pressing against your cheek.

Turning your head, you stare wide-eyed as Maya settles back into her seat.

“I’ll kiss you for real when you take me on a real date,” she says with a smirk settling on her face. “Tonight doesn’t count, it wasn’t planned and Stevie and Lennox were here nearly the whole time.”

“Fair enough.”

[gemwing1988]

While I’m surprised that the Devil himself, of all villains, actually loves Christmas, this was a rather enjoyable Christmas Special.

Not only did Luke Millington-Duke had belted out such a catchy Christmas song of the Devil expressing his love for the holiday season all the while admitting it also brings out… well the Devil in him, but this is also a very rare episode where the Devil is the main protagonist as he goes on a Polar Express of festive antics to get on the Nice List so he can get a toy train for Christmas by having to literally be Santa Claus for one night to deliver all of the presents for all of the good people on the Inkwell Isles before dawn or else he’ll permanently be “Satan Claus” for eternity.

Bringing up the “Stickler Elf as the Devil calls him, the reveal of Santa having his own Stickler in the form of an elf who looks, sounds and behaves like the Devil’s auditor was certainly a big twist. Heck, even the Devil and Henchman completely shell shocked by this as they simultaneously dropped their jaws and exclaimed, “Santa has one, too?!”

To say the least, even the Devil can’t stand either his auditor’s counterpart, most especially when “Stickler Elf” lectures him about trying to keep his temper in check and be jolly throughout the entire night.

With it said that Santa is basically the Devil’s good counterpart and they are literally polar opposites of one another, it’s left debatable if Santa does like “Elf Stickler” or at least tolerates him and is patient with him as the Devil openly voices out his disdain for his auditor and tries to burn him into a pile of ashes (if not for the interference of the impenetrable invisible sweater since Stickler happens to be the “disclosed location”). Given how they both shrugged to one another after the Devil left for home in a huff, I think their relationship as employer and employees is on some good terms as it can be.

My mind was totally blown when the Devil actually managed to succeed in such a feat, it was still rather heartwarming during his exchange with Cuphead while the Devil had to make the hardest decision to give Cuppy the very same thing the young cup had asked for this Christmas: a toy train.

And once the quest was over and the Devil returned to being his devilish self again, on Old Scratch’s part, it felt somewhat all for nothing. Although Santa meant well and believed that even the Devil is capable of being nice after all, I’m afraid the Devil wasn’t impressed with his reward being swapped with the joy of being nice. Well, what do you expect from the embodiment of all evil and sin?

On one hand, the Devil does get what he wanted after all when Henchman secretly built him an even bigger and better toy train that the Devil can actually ride on while he happily plays with it while dressed up as conductor. That actually makes Henchman even more well-loved as a character and is among one of the few evil sidekicks who have a very healthy best friend-like relationship with their bosses.

Speaking of Henchman, he was definitely the sweetest little cinnamon roll throughout the special where he was like an innocent child as he was excited to meet the real Santa, knows all of the reindeers’ names by heart, does an impressive jolly impersonation of Old St. Nick while reciting the names and had been very supportive of his boss through the whole fiasco.

As the saying goes, “A friend in need is a friend indeed”.

And the scene where the Devil improvises with the sleigh issue by having Henchman be the replacement reindeer to pull the sleigh after the Devil accidentally frightened off the reindeer in a fit of frustration is both funny and adorable while an overly enthusiastic Henchman didn’t mind the least as he was far too happy to help.

A Very Devil Christmas is such a hilarious special and I do wish for The Cuphead Show to be renewed for a fourth season with more holiday specials in the future.

Merry Christmas to every fellow Cuphead fans and may your dreams shine. ✨

🎄❄️

[i-am-too-sick]

Feeling Not So Jolly St. Nick

Did I start another new fic without finishing the last two I mentioned? You bet I did! But I actually finished this one, so here ya go!

Warning: implied food poisoning

This was the last time Toby didn't anything out of the goodness of his heart.

Sure, he got paid for it, and the second income was nice for the holidays, but there had to be other ways than volunteering to be a mall Santa.

He loved kids, or at least he thought he did, but he learned quickly that maybe that love extended only towards his little sister.

These kids—these kids were like wild animal at the zoo or literal hellions from the underworld. The crying and screaming and questioning and demanding things of him soon became more cumbersome than it was worth.

Today was exceptionally bad, because on top of everything else, Toby felt like absolute shit.

The mall was crowded with everyone trying to fit in their last minute shopping, and of course, have their kids take a picture with Santa.

Toby felt like he was suffocating. His suit was much too hot, and the fake beard prickled his skin uncomfortably. Having a kid sit on his lap only reaffirmed how sensitive his skin was and sent chills down his spine.

His food court lunch sat heavy in his gut and every hug from an innocent tyke threatened to send his orange chicken and rice pouring into his lap. He knew it had tasted funny, but the idea of finishing his shift without a meal seemed far worse at the time than the possible consequences of soiled food. Of course, he sorely regretted that decision now:

One little girl, very attuned to Santa's predicament, actually asked him if he was okay. Toby, in an attempt at a hearty chuckle, quickly brought a fist to his lips and stifled a nauseated burp.

That was the turning point.

Right after the little girl hopped off his lap, he wished her a rather lame Merry Christmas, and signaled that he needed a break.

The photographer did not show their frustration well—after all, they'd just breaked for lunch not long ago—but Toby figured they'd be even more upset if he ruined the magic of Christmas by vomiting all over himself in front of the entire mall. Now wouldn't that be the perfect Christmas picture?

He slipped into the nearest employee bathroom, ripped the fake beard from his face, and immediately started gagging. However, other than some acidic saliva and burps that tasted vaguely of Mountain Dew, Toby wasn't able to bring anything up. It seemed that whatever was curdling the inside of his stomach was content to stay there and make him miserable.

Groaning, he splashed some cold water on his face, donned his disguise, and headed back into the mall. One of the photographers helpers, dressed like an elf, manhandled his askew beard back into its proper place, while Toby readied himself to fake some over the top holiday cheer.

An hour passed, or maybe more. Time was a construct Toby couldn't even begin to comprehend, especially not with the feeling of his stomach contents slowly trying to worm their way up his esophagus. Several times the photographer reminded him to sit up straight and to stop hunching forward. Toby was sure several families would look back on their Christmas photos and wonder why Santa had an arm wrapped protectively around his belly.

He'd stopped actually listening to the kids as they read from their Christmas lists, replying instead with a few well-placed "uh huhs" and "yeahs," though a couples times all that came out were sick groans.

He could not ever remember being this nauseous. He felt lightheaded from trying to keep himself together, and he was so unbearably warm. He wore his own clothes beneath the Santa suit, and his T-shirt was sticky with sweat, unpleasantly clinging against his skin.

How long was this shift again? He could hardly think, let alone try to pretend that he gave a damn about Timmy wanting a puppy or Susie requesting a baby doll that made noises when you cared for it.

"And I want a pony, and a..."

Toby's mouth started to water. Shit.

"I also want a..."

"Okay, very good," he replied, swallowing, trying to lift the kid from his lap. "Next!"

"But I'm not done," the kid pouted.

"But I am," Toby said. In hindsight, being a jerk while dressed as Santa was probably not doing this kid any favors, but he didn't have a choice. His breath hitched. He was about to barf. "Next!"

The surprised mom came to collect her kid, and Toby signaled the photographer by making a T with his hands.

"Again?" The photographer rolled their eyes, miffed.

Toby responded with a wet belch, loud enough that the nearest helper elf squeaked and jumped back in surprise.

He sprang up from his seat, his hand clamped over his mouth. In his haste to escape Winter Wonderland, he nearly tripped on a string of Christmas lights, nearly impaling himself on the antler of a plastic reindeer.

He tore through the mall, finding the closest bathroom, for employees or not. He stumbled upon one of the family ones, and as he slammed the door shut and fumbled with the lock, he was grateful for the small bit of privacy he'd have.

Even as he felt his stomach begin to lurch, he started ripping off his costume, desperate to feel less strangled. The hat went first, then the beard, the sash around his waist. He just managed to pull his second arm out of the jacket sleeve when his cheeks puffed with an impending retch, and he angled himself over the toilet as a rush of vomit cascaded from his mouth.

The force of his heave was so great, that his vomit splattered all around the rim of the toilet. He barely had time to wonder if any landed on his shoes before another geyser shot from him, splashing loudly into the water.

He tasted soda and egg roll, fried rice and broccoli. His mouth was sticky with the sauce from his orange chicken.

He burped, chunks from his undigested lunch joining the thick slurry in the bowl. Every heave brought up a mouthful of sick, and he was dizzy from the effort of trying to catch his breath.

His stomach was making all kinds of noises, piercing his ears and echoing off the tiled bathroom walls. A sick, guttural belch erupted from him, followed by another torrent of vomit.

Even as the heaves began to space out enough for him to catch his breath, and the amount of sick he brought up became less and less, Toby still didn't feel any better.

He was shaky and warm all over, tears running down his face from exertion. He was almost certain he had a fever, and there was still a mess churning in his stomach.

He burped into the bowl, spitting the tendrils of saliva dangling from his lips.

He needed to go home. He needed Quinn.

He knew his boyfriend had gone home for the holidays—Toby had planned to return to his family as well after his Santa gig—but the thought of waiting in the cold, getting on a bus overcrowded with holiday shoppers, and then trying to make it home alone in this condition was far more than he could bear.

Not caring the least about germs in that moment, Toby set his phone on speaker and laid it down on the floor. He felt like he was going to be sick again and he didn't want to risk dropping his phone and then having to fish it out of the toilet. That thought alone made him gag again.

"Quinn..." he whimpered when his boyfriend picked up on the third ring. He hated how teary and nauseous his voice sounded. "Can you come pick me up?"

[the-cypress-grove]

Prompt: 180

In your town at Christmas people come together as a family not to celebrate and feast, but for protection. Jolly old St Nick doesn't visit your town. Instead, you have Krampus.

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𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭

here's a list of every upload from the fic-mas event i did on patreon last year, as well as a link to the selection of said uploads that are now available to you here on tumblr (depending on when you see this post).

hope you enjoy, and happy holidays!

˗ˏˋ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ˎˊ˗

again, this is a list of ficmas uploads that are available on my patreon and will remain there for the time being. if you'd like to learn more about how to access them, please refer to 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓.

if you'd to pursue the content available now (or soon-to-be) on tumblr, please refer to 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓.

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ˎˊ˗ 

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — stargirl!connor mcdavid x famous!reader 𝐰𝐜 — 3k 𝐜𝐰 — none, excluding cavities. 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — romance is not dead if you keep it just yours. (requested)

need a refresher or to get caught up? here's the 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐗𝐌𝐀𝐒 ˎˊ˗ 

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — ceo!sidney crosby x assistant!reader 𝐰𝐜 — 2.8k 𝐜𝐰 — mild angst, but that's it! 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — sidney's hatred of the holiday inadvertently thwarts the enjoyment of it by someone he definitely doesn't hate. (inspired by a #darvey scene from suits)

˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 ˎˊ˗ 

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — jamie drysdale x reader 𝐰𝐜 — 2.4k 𝐜𝐰 — references to past hook-ups but nothing explicit and heavy angst (per the request) 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — merry meddling brings two volatile foes back under the same roof. can holiday magic mend the burned bridge between these former enemies-with-benefits?

˗ˏˋ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐒 ˎˊ˗ 

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — adam fox x heiress!reader 𝐰𝐜 — 3.2k 𝐜𝐰 — a smidge of angst. 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — the princess of park avenue and the hotel manager's son, once childhood sweethearts, are reunited by a precocious permanent resident just in time for the holidays — and the heiress' wedding. (inspired by the best movie of all time, eloise at christmastime)

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 ˎˊ˗ 

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — sidney crosby x reader 𝐰𝐜 — 2.8k 𝐜𝐰 — references to a previous one-night-stand and some drama. 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — five years ago, she left the club's annual holiday celebration with an unexpected party favor. said party favor meets more than just st. nick when they return this year. 

˗ˏˋ '𝐓𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 ˎˊ˗ 

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — tyler seguin x oc (caroline allen) 𝐰𝐜 — >10k 𝐜𝐰 — adult themes and content, angst (and a lot of it), description and repeated reference to an injury + chapter-specific warnings.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — tyler seguin will attest that caroline allen, acclaimed author and his childhood love, is "the one that got away" until his dying day. even though the "got away" half is (more than partially) his fault. but that didn't matter much when he was thousands of miles away, skating his heart out and partying the years away. by some stroke of luck or a cruel twist of fate (he isn't quite sure yet), a season-ending injury has sent him back to recover in the one place he knew she'd always be. will this second chance to make things right be the gift of a lifetime, or just another lump of coal weighing down his heart? 

the family trees

Have you ever been watching a Hallmark movie and been suddenly overcome with the urge to visit the festive little town where the story takes place and the seemingly mismatched leads fall madly in love?

Well, look no further than Merriment Island, Christmas' official home in the States! 

For over 100 years, the jolly citizens of this aptly shaped island located just off the coast of Washington have been spreading holiday cheer amongst themselves and all who visit. This year, Mayor Seguin has selected you all as the guests of honor for our annual Winter Wonderland celebration - the longest-running of its kind!

Be sure to join us from December 18th through Christmas Day for festive fun, friendly competition, and the opportunity to create unforgettable memories with your loved ones. Make sure to keep the exclusive flyer handy (attached after the stylized map designed by our very own Benny Allen), as it will be your ticket into the 8-day, all-inclusive event! 

If you have any questions about the event, please email Jennifer Bishop-Allen (Winter Wonderland Chairwoman and co-owner of the Allen Family Farm), or her daughter, Caroline Allen. (Yes, the NYT best-selling author!) 

If you are not staying aboard the Sleigh of the Sea (Merriment's very own cruise-liner that docks in Seattle!) for the duration of the celebration, please contact Catherine or Lily Seguin at the Yuletide Inn to make your reservation as soon as possible. Rooms are limited and going faster than you can name all eight of Santa's reindeer! 

╰┈➤  an excerpt of the email accompanying the the invitation flyer

All of the stories and fantasies written or discussed on this blog by the owner or by followers are purely fictional and are not intended to offend any parties.

©2023 holy-pucks, all rights reserved. I do not give consent for any of my work to be copied, re-posted, or translated here, on Tumblr, or on any other platform. Reproduction of any content from this blog is considered plagiarism.

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[nickv47]

Day 2 of Inktober! My “Sweet Jam” series has been picking up steam so wanted to do some entries for Christmas! It’s the Santa Jam! HO HO HO.

Check out my finished pieces at nickvolkert.com!

[tuckersdeslauriers]

Chenford + "Want me all to yourself, do you?"

"Ah, so you did start without me," Tim mutters, smirking at her over on the couch, shaking his head. He feels Lucy's on him as he drops his bag in the entryway of her apartment, kicking off his shoes before he looks over his shoulder at her. She's rosy-cheeked and smiling, biting on the inside of her cheek so she doesn't tell on herself.

Little did she know, if the half empty jug of egg nog and open bottle of cinnamon whiskey on the counter wasn't enough of a tell, her flushed face and the flood of laughter muffled by her hands would do the trick. He moves to double-check the door is locked and hears her shift on the couch, muttering something he can't quite catch under her breath as she stands up.

"Maybe," she bites down a grin as she walks over to him, "if you weren't oh, I don't know, several hours late, I would've waited for you."

"We got a call," he starts, but she presses her hand to his chest to stop him. He slides his own hand over hers, brushing his thumb over her knuckles. "Sorry," he offers, leaning down and kissing her cheek. "I wanted to be here."

"A likely story," she shakes her head, tut-tuting him with a soft smirk on her lips. She leans up on her toes and he meets her in the middle, steadying her with his palm against the small of her back as he kisses her gently. Her apartment is dim and as she pulls back and sinks down onto her flat feet, he registers that she's only wearing a goofy red Christmas t-shirt and a pair of white knee-high socks.

"Are we alone?" He dips his head down, pressing his lips to her jaw. "Is it a Christmas miracle?"

"Want me all to yourself, do you," she grins, tipping her head to the side so he can nip at her neck. "There was a holiday rager at this guy's house tonight and somebody got a personal invitation."

"A holiday rager?" Tim pauses and Lucy lets out a laugh, looping her arms around him and burrowing herself against his torso. "Sometimes you say things," he murmurs, scraping his teeth against her neck, "and I just have to wonder."

"What do you wonder," she hums, and he shakes his head before lifting it, raising his brow at her. "A rager can't be a foreign concept to you."

He purses his lips, rolling his eyes. "Please. More the holiday part – what, an ugly sweater rager? Someone funneling a beer through a Christmas tree?"

Lucy snorts. "You know, probably more innovative than Nick."

"The guy's name is Nick?" Tim huffs, trying not to laugh. "I'm going to need a double of that egg nog you've been drinking." Lucy squints at him. "Nick? You know...St. Nick? A big Christmas guy."

He grins at the sound of her laughter as she shuffles around the counter, grabbing a highball glass out of her dish drain and pouring a suspiciously large amount of whiskey into it. "You know, I think I know another big Christmas guy." Tim rolls his eyes, but follows her around the counter and wraps his arms around her from behind as she uncaps the egg nog. "It's you, by the way."

"Never would've guessed," he murmurs, kissing the side of her head. "Are you trying to get me festive with that drink?"

"I'm trying to get you something," she smirks, plucking a cinnamon stick out of a small bag and stirring his drink with it slowly. "Let's go with caught up, hmm?"

"Shame," he murmurs, taking the glass from her hand and tipping his head back, taking a long sip. "I was hoping you were going to say jolly."

He can feel her laugh reverberating against his chest as the egg nog and whiskey burns the back of his throat, warm in a way he hopes will stick around for a long winter's night.

[greypetrel]

'Twas the night before First day, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even the hound; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that the Dreadwolf soon would be there;

The uncles were nestled all snug in their bed, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamae in her 'kerchief, and papa in his cap, Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.

When into the bathroom there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. All through the corridor I flew like a flash, Tore open the door and threw up the sash.

The silvery surface of the mirror up there Shone really bright, green light filling the air, When, what to my wondering eyes did appear, But an elegant elf, his shock crystal clear,

He jumped out of the mirror, so graceful and quick, I knew in a moment it must be Solas Nick. He trampled the toothbrushes and bumped his bald head, And he grumbled, and asked me why I was out of bed.

He was dressed in bright yellow, and bare were his toes, Like mamae he seemed to be hating his shoes, No bundle of toys he had flung on his back, But told me that freedom he brought in his sack.

My eyes did not twinkle, but much did I pout: No freedom I asked, but a plushie mabari hound! He tried to convince me that freedom was better, But I would not stir, the request was clear in my letter;

He frowned very much, tried to turn me around, He insisted some more, but I stood my own ground; Dreadwolf or not, mama’s stories were clear: He was mama’s hahren, I had nothing to fear.

His sigh was so deep, of that jolly old elf, And I laughed when I heard it, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a shake of his head, Soon gave me to know indeed there was nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, As he joined of last-minute buyers the cirque, He queued the whole day, for First Day was nigh, Uncle as well swore he saw him with his eyes.

While out of the bathroom I ran like a hare, And woke up my parents, to tell them the tale; Papa was grumbling, he said it couldn’t be, But mamae knew better, and invited him for tea.

I waited and waited, the day felt like a climb, But back to the bathroom he returned past bedtime; He gave me my plushie, I squealed in delight: He said name was Freedom, and to hold on him tight.

I hugged and I thanked him, and to mamae I ran, While back in the mirror climbed back the weird man; But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he slipped out of sight, Happy First Day to all, and to all a good night!

- Freely adapted from "A Visit from St. Nicholas", by Clement Clarke Moore (art and all modification to the poem are mine)

(This was born after a delicious exchange of comments with Alatariel on Instagram - who knits wonderful amigurumi, check her out, she has a Anders with Justice which is *chef's kiss* on the "Solas as a Christmas elf". And so here it was, way post Trespasser, after a certain baby was told that sure, the Dreadwolf bring gifts to good children, when you saw him tell him mama says to fucking stop for dinner that she needs a hand, or else. Baby's named Niamh, ramen hair are not getting cut until she will ask for it, she's five and was VERY specific in her letter. Also asked Dorian -South for First Day holidays- to write the letter for her, you see...)