#PotO Advent Calendar

[daae-dancer93]

Remember when we had @rjdaae Poto secret Santa… and @timebird84 hosted the poto advent calendar. Feeling nostalgic and sad that it’s not happening in this year. I made some great friends and phans when we shared art and prose. *sigh* we’re all old now.

[timebird84]

🎄 PotO Advent Calendar 2021 🎄

Since this one is the very last door and it's Christmas very soon, there are two gifts today :P

1. By @rjdaae

2. By @symphony-in-a

The Greatest Gift

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Christine came to visit every Friday after rehearsals. She was always on time at the Rue Scribe gate, in her fur coat and gloves, dandelion hair teasing out beneath her hat, cheeks flushed from the cold.

It had been a particularly bleak winter. Hardly even snow, just ice and harsh wind. He barely ventured out. The house on the lake stayed quite warm, after all; he had designed it to remain temperate year-round.

He stared out from behind the Rue Scribe gate, glancing down at his pocket watch at intervals.

Why had she not come?

The hands of his watch ticked by. An hour. Two hours. Three.

He gritted his teeth. She was not coming. She had abandoned him. She had lied to him.

He turned on his heels and went back into his lonely house. Even near the blazing fireplace that night, he was numb with an inner chill no fire could light.

…

Christine turned over in bed. Snowflakes drifted lazily onto the street below, some sticking briefly to the windowpane.

Her stomach churned with unease. Surely Erik knew she had to stay with Mamma for Christmas Eve?

She had not even considered that it would occur on a Friday. Between rehearsals and managing the poor man, she had no time to glance at a calendar, no time to know what day of the week it was.

She would visit him tomorrow morning, bring him his gift, and all would be well. She needn’t worry. He would be fine, surely…

Her eyes shut.

The next morning, while everyone else was still fast asleep, full of Christmas Eve dinner and thoroughly exhausted by the night’s festivities, she slipped out onto the quiet street. Erik’s present was tucked beneath her shoulder, wrapped in bright red paper and gold twine.

Very rarely was Paris so quiet. Even the lamplighters were sparse and languid in their duties. A few empty broughams sat in the street, waiting for future passengers to awake.

Fresh snow dusted the city, barely touched, lightly crunching beneath her boots. She pulled her scarf tighter against the wind.

She reached the Rue Scribe gate. He was not waiting for her, but she had not expected him to be. After all, she had not told him when she would come, or that she wouldn’t be coming Christmas Eve at all.

She wavered only a moment as she brought the key to the lock, stomach twisting. Perhaps he thought she should have come yesterday regardless of the holiday.

At least she was here now. He couldn’t be too terribly upset, surely…

…

Erik woke to find his forehead pressed against the piano keys. Discordant notes flooded his ears as he lifted his head, staring about the dim drawing room.

Tears pricked his eyelids. She was not here. It had not been a nightmare, no, she had truly forgotten him, abandoned him.

He gritted his teeth and stumbled up from the bench, knocking a few sheets of music from the piano. He cursed underneath his breath and threw the rest of the music to the floor. The sight of them fluttering down blurred in his vision.

He rubbed his eyes hard with his knuckles, but the tears only increased. His arms crossed over his skull, like a child, a pathetic little child!

Something rang in his ears, breaking through his miserable sobs. He wrapped himself up in his own arms, a mockery of an embrace, sniveling and weeping.

What was that incessant noise?

He lifted his head.

The Siren.

The bell was ringing for the Siren.

Was it that damned daroga again? He would kill him! To trouble him like this! The nerve of the man! Imagine! Coming onto his property, to make some ridiculous accusation about something he, perhaps, might have done, but there was always hardly enough evidence, just that damned man’s incessant hunch that every malfunction in the opera house was Erik’s doing, when truly, not every malfunction was, only the majority…

The Siren was asleep for the winter, anyway, numbed by the cold water. He would have to do what she could not.

He threw open the door, still pulling on his jacket, murmuring curses and threats. That damned man had gone too far, and on a day like today-

“Erik?”

He froze. Was he imagining things? It was not uncommon, of course, especially considering his poor night of sleep, but… it sounded very much like…

“Erik, are you there?” Christine called again, from across the lake.

His mouth went dry. She had returned. She had come. A day late, yes, but perhaps she would have an excuse, a reason, and she had better, to put him through such a miserable night!

He slid the boat into the water and climbed into it, taking up the oars in his hands. It was a strange sensation, to have his heart racing to see her, while at the same time raging at her callousness. Surely she knew what she had put him through? How could his sweet Christine do such a thing?

“Erik?” came that sweet voice again, trembling with cold. “Erik, please, you told me you could hear me if I called!”

It was strange, but he did not reply. He did not wish to reply. Perhaps it was justice, that she feel the slightest bit as he had for the past few hours, abandoned in the dark.

He turned through the brick archways, rising steadily towards her voice, to where she waited at the edge. And, as he turned to corner, there she was, illuminated by a single lantern, bundled up against the cold, scarf pulled to her cheekbones.

He swallowed the bitterness growing in his chest. She set aside her lantern, taking one, two steps out closer to the edge of the lake as he brought the boat to shore.

“Erik,” she said in relief. “Why did you not answer me? I thought I would be here for hours!”

He chuckled bitterly. “Oh? Did you now?”

Her brow knitted. He stepped out of the boat.

“You are upset with me, then?” she said with some irritation. “For spending the night with Mamma? My family? My only family-?”

“You left me to wait for hours!” he cried. “All night! Not a word, not a note? Cruel Christine, to torment her Erik so!”

“How could you think I would come last night? I have obligations-“

“Obligations?” he scoffed. “You live with your benefactress! I ask for but one day, one, to share with you each week. Is that too much? For your dearfriend Erik, is it too much to ask for a day in your company?”

“No, of course not, but certainly when it is a day for family, when I cannot possibly explain being absent-“

“What are you going on about?” he declared, rubbing his forehead in irritation. “What is so special about yesterday?”

Her lips parted in surprise. Yes, it was surprise, surprise and perhaps pity, as her eyes softened.

“It’s Christmas Eve, Erik,” she said. “Surely you… knew that?”

He stared blankly at her for a moment.

*Christmas Eve?* That had been yesterday?

He had not even considered, after all, why would he? He had never celebrated, and typically forgot there was a holiday at all, or simply ignored it. But Christine would celebrate- after all she was a good, Christian girl.

How could he be so incredibly blind?

“Ah,” he said after a long silence. “Yes, well… Of course I knew.”

The irritation in her eyes had turned to sorrow.

“I should have told you,” she said. “I didn’t realize… I was so busy with rehearsals, I didn’t even think… that it would be on a Friday…”

He swallowed. She bowed her head for a moment, turning something between her hands. Then she lifted her eyes and held it out to him.

“What is this?” he asked.

“A gift,” she replied. “Though I… feel rather silly now, since you didn’t know… and of course you didn’t know, it was foolish of me to assume, but…”

She held it out further. He stared down at the foreign thing, wrapped neatly in red, bound with twine.

He extended his hands out to take it- his trembling hands.

“Merry Christmas,” she said half-heartedly.

He looked over at her. Her blue eyes were pained.

“I have nothing for you,” he said breathlessly. “I… I cannot possibly take…”

“It’s alright,” she replied. “It’s quite alright…”

She folded her lips in thought. The package weighed heavy in his hands. The gift.

“Would you play me something, perhaps?” she asked in a soft voice. “As a gift?”

His lips parted. She looked up at him, her eyes earnest.

“I would play for you regardless,” he said. “It is hardly a gift if I would do it whenever you asked.”

Something warm and soft brushed against his palm. He looked down to find her hand on his, *in* his.

“A day of music would be a wonderful gift, Erik,” she said. “Please… I would like it very much.”

He nodded. “If you… think it worthy…”

Her hand squeezed his, and he nearly fainted with delight. The gift she wanted was a day of music? An entire day? A gift for them both, surely!

“You can open it now, if you want,” she said.

“Hm?”

He glanced down at his other hand, to the package. He had quite forgotten it.

There were likely some rules, some decorum, for the giving and receiving of gifts. But he knew none. In fact, as he pulled the twine-bow free, he could not remember ever having received a gift. Certainly not one wrapped so neatly, so delicately, with such care and attention…

He opened the box to find a pen and ink, beautifully fashioned.

“I couldn’t think of anything else,” she said, tugging on her sleeve, her cheeks reddening. “You write so very much, I thought perhaps… it would be helpful.”

“It’s lovely,” he breathed.

She stared up at him with some surprise. “You like it?”

“Yes… I have never received…” His voice broke. He cleared his throat. “Thank you… Let me return the favor now, come. I must give you your gift.”

She smiled up at him. She smiled.

He helped her into the boat, heart pounding in his ears. She had given him a gift. She was spending Christmas in him. She wanted a day filled with music as her gift- his music!

Next Christmas, he would remember. He would buy her dresses and trinkets, shower her in gifts, true, tangible things, and she would have a proper Christmas. He would remember.

But as she looked up at him, smiling gently in the lantern-light, he wondered if, perhaps, music truly was her favorite gift of all.

And he wondered if she knew that the touch of her hand in his was greater than any other gift she could have bestowed.

[connor-sent-by-cyberlife]

Wanted: DBH Artists and Writers!!!

Update: 24 contributors found - Advent Calendar complete 🎉🎉🎉!!!

It's finally time to offer my advent calendar project to you all. I've run this for the past three years by now for another fandom I'm in and I really hope we can make it work together for the DBH fandom as well.

To make it happen I’d need at least 24 volunteering artists and writers, who sign up for this project by contacting me personally either via my inbox or the messenger - so I can go chronologically by receiving applications.

It would be great, if we could get a good mix of visual and written art, so please let me know what you are planning to contribute. Different characters and ships or non-ships would also be great :D .

Every participant will get a date when their contribution shall be posted (dates will be assigned in chronological order in which the application messages reach me).

Make sure you only sign up, if you seriously want to contribute something. Your piece (no matter if drawn or written or whatever) has to be themed winter-ish and/or Christmas-ish, beside that you are free to create whatever you want (just no ocs as main characters please). Please inform me in case there are any warnings which need to be added. Also definitely tell me the ship, if there is any in your contribution, so I can tag everything correctly.

You need to send your finished piece in time (!!! at least 3 days before your publication date !!!) to me via email –> connorsentbycyberlife84@gmail.com . I will put all received 24 (or more) ones in order and upload one (or more if there are more than 24) every day of December until Christmas, of course with crediting each creator!

In case you are not okay with sending your art/writing to me - submit it to @connor-sent-by-cyberlife . But I would rather prefer the email option, so I can give every day of the advent calendar an identical look.

Please follow the tag #DBH Advent Calendar, if you don’t want to miss anything related to this project!

And as always, please help me to get as many people as possible to see this post by reblogging it and/or tagging people who you think could be interested in participating. Spread the word - Make it work! Thank you <3!

[sloanedestler]

Wait For It

Read on AO3

Read on FFN

A look at some of the different Christmases in Christine's life - some happy, some sad, but all leading her to the person that fate has bound her to. Originally posted for Day 3 of timebird84′s POTO Advent Calendar event for 2021. Rated ‘T’

[notaghost3]

Moodboard for Tangled Up In You on AO3 and FFN by me (NotAGhost3)

My addition to the POTO Christmas Advent Calendar! It’s set in my Modern AU universe “The Belonging You Seek” because those characters and their mannerisms live rent free in my head hahaha

[theoneinnewyorkcity]

My humble submission to the POTO Advent Calendar! 

I'm hard at work at a sequel to A Chance to Live! I'm about a third of the way through, and this Christmas scene demanded to be released before the holiday, so please enjoy!

We meet the family 8 years after the events of the first story. Gustav is 20, and rebellious. We see a peek at what he's been up to, but you'll have to wait for the whole thing to find out what happened! Christine and Erik are living a relatively peaceful existence with their now 8 year old, Adele.

I consider it ABSOLUTELY CANON that Erik LOVES Christmas and he terrorizes his entire family with his devotion to Christmas tackiness. I need fan art of the Phantom in a Christmas sweater ASAP!

[magiic-alex]

Little doodle inspired by @symphony-in-a’s beautiful fic for day 1 of the PotO Advent Calendar!

[depplosion]

So I'm working on my piece for the Poto Advent Calendar (I'd post a link but I don't know how) and I'm really cursing my decision to include a Christmas tree... They are SO hard to draw! Because, of course, with my dumb ass it's impossible to simplify things, so I'm literally drawing every fucking bough and it's taking F O R E V E R 😣😣😣

[from-aldebaran]

In the aftermath of the tragic incident at the close of Phantasma's season, Dr. Gangle, Miss Fleck and Squelch gather with the Phantasma family at the concert hall for a stranger than usual Christmas celebration.

Written for Timebird's POTO Advent Calendar 2021, Door 12. Now on AO3! Lightly revised from the Advent version.

[filthybonnet]

Hi my darling ElfBonnet! I will write more later, but Santa wanted to drop major KUDOS on your advent piece yesterday! 🙌👏❤️ Have a great Sunday!

Don’t tell anyone but I might expand the piece so that will become chapter one.

p

[textsfromthefifthbasement]

Fanfiction Masterlist

Multichapter Fiction

All the Things Yet to Come

For the past four years, Christine has struggled to live in Paris amidst a deadly, society-upending plague. One night, an encounter completely rattles her world. Pairing: E/C. T, 34/34 chapters, 25k words.

Open Your Eyes

Encanto meets POTO. The de Cordova family has looked after the valley using their magical gifts for decades now. After an accident, they adopted Cristina, and she is expected to marry Raul de Cordova. However, in the days after his youngest cousin's gift ceremony, everything begins to fall apart...literally. Will she be able to save the magic? And what about the man in the walls? Pairing: E/C. T, In progress.

Offer Up Your Daughters

When Christine arrived at Silas University, she was prepared to be focused on getting her degree in vocal performance. However, she is soon thrown into a world of mystery while dealing with possibly the world's worst roommate. Based off the Carmilla Webseries, genderbent Raoul and Erik. Pairing: E/C. T, 45k words.

No Spell for you to Right This

After saving Silas University from the dean and her cult of vampires, Christine and Erika want nothing more than to take time to explore their new relationship with each other. But then, when murders begin to happen and new threats appear, they have to deal with enemies both within and without. Based off the Carmilla Webseries, genderbent Erik. Pairing: Erik/Christine. M, In Progress.

Oneshot Collections

Touch Prompts

Based off the touch prompt post I have up on tumblr. Mainly E/C, though I may dabble in other pairings as I work through the prompts. Pairings: Multiple. T, In progress, Major Character Death warning.

POTOber 2021 Prompts

One shots based on coatntail's prompt list on tumblr. Pairings: Multiple. E, 31/31 chapters, 13k words.

Oneshots

A New Day

After the chandelier crash, Christine and Raoul get away from the opera house for the evening. Was a submission for Day 4 of Raoulstine Week.Pairing: R/C. G, 410 words.

The Child

After the incident at the Palais Garnier, Christine and Raoul disappeared into the forests of the North. But they did not live happily ever after. For POTO Dark Week 2021. Pairing: Sorta R/C. T, 899 words, Major Character Death warning.

A Secret Engagement

Several months after the chandelier crash, Christine spends Christmas with the de Chagny family and must come to terms with her emotions towards both Raoul and Erik. Written for Timebird84's 2021 Advent Calendar. Pairing: R/C. G, 773 words.

Les Flambettes

As children, Raoul and Christine roamed the village of Perros together, listening to various folktales. As an adult, Raoul decides to pursue Christine through the mirror when the Voice takes her. Written for paperandsong's Légendes Rustiques event. T, 1215 words, Major Character Death warning.

Red Rope

Erik and Christine experiment with his red rope and shibari. Pairing: E/C. E, 654 words.

When Will the Blood Begin to Race

Carlotta has had enough of Christine Daae trying to take her place as prima donna. She follows her up to the rooftop. Written for POTO Queer Week 2022. Pairing: Carlotta/Christine. T, 806 words.

Loneliness

Nadir cares for Erik after he is injured in Persia. Written for POTO Queer Week 2022. Pairing: Pharoga. G, 211 words.

Fear Can Turn to Love

After the final lair, Raoul returns to settle things. Pairing: E/R. Written for POTO Queer Week 2022. E, 746 words.

A New Life

The final lair takes an unexpected turn. Written for POTO Queer Week 2022. Pairing: E/C/R. G, 453 words.

Healing

Christine and Erik have a short conversation at night. Written for POTO Queer Week 2022. Pairing: E/C. G, 379 words.

Quiet Hours

Christine and Meg snuggle in bed. Written for POTO Queer Week 2022. Pairing: Meg/Christine. G, 145 words.

Sweet Music’s Throne

Christine ties Erik to his throne and has her way with him. Pairing: E/C. E, 613 words.

Unspoken Secrets

While staying at Erik's house by the underground lake, Christine stumbles across some of Erik's sketches. Pairing: E/C. G, 1435 words.

Dance the Night Away

Erik takes Christine to the masquerade ball at the Palais Garnier. Sequel to Unspoken Secrets. Pairing: E/C. G, 2623 words.

Old Friends

After ten years, Nadir reunites with Erik in the midst of the chaos of the semaine sanglante. Refreshed date to 05/21/2022 for the Paris Commune Week. Written for POTO Queer Week 2022. Pairing: Pharoga. G, 808 words.

Hope

An older Cosette lives through yet another revolution in Paris. One night at the beginning of the semaine sanglante, she has a mysterious visitor. Written for POTO Commune Week 2022. G, 709 words.

The Truth You Can’t Hide

A heat wave is rolling through Paris. Meg and Christine go buy ice cream to keep cool. Written for POTO Fluff Week 2022. Pairing: Meg/Christine. G, 615 words.

In Your Skin and Bone and Blood

Ten years after the events in the final lair, Christine is a single mother working as a violinist when people from her past begin to enter her life again. Written for POTO Fluff Week 2022. G, 1359 words.

I Found It, All on My Own

Christine was prepared to spend Christmas alone, but her friends had other plans. Written for POTO Fluff Week 2022. G, 1432 words.

Grace in Your Heart and Flowers in Your Hair

Christine and her father have a picnic together. Written for POTO Fluff Week 2022. G, 230 words.

Dark Stories of the North

Christine tries to share a part of her childhood with Erik. Written for POTO Fluff Week 2022. Pairing: E/C. G, 333 words.

Hellfire

Christine is going through a stressful senior year of high school. When she fails to make it on the school's orchestra, that stress comes to a head and she decides to do something about it. Written for POTO Fluff Week 2022. Pairing: E/C. T, 2107 words.

Before We Get Too Old

A year after Christine left Coney Island with her husband and son, Meg and Erik are both left still picking up the pieces after her return. Pairing: E/M. T, 1045 words.

Preparation for Mortality

Christine wasn't sure what to expect after Erik took her down to his lair beneath the opera house. But this was most definitely not it. Written for POTO Crack Week 2022. G, 768 words.

The Ones She Had Lost and the Ones She Had Found

Ten years after the incident at the opera house, Christine returns for a performance. Written for Lovetober 2022. Pairing: E/C. G, 1355 words.

A Gift

Christine returns to Erik’s home under the lake bearing a special gift for him. Written for Kinktober 2022. Pairing: E/C. E, 988 words.

The Saints Can’t Help Me Now

For years, no performance was held in the Palais Garner on a full moon. When the new managers change that policy, disaster strikes. The Werewolf AU probably no one was asking for but here it is. Written for Lovetober 2022. Pairing: E/C. T, 1816 words, Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings.

All This Devotion

After Christine kisses him, Erik spares Raoul. But now the boy is sick, and neither he nor Christine can go anywhere. Written for Whumptober 2022. G, 1218 words.

No Way Out

Nadir is summoned to see the Little Sultana. Written for Whumptober 2022. T, 565 words.

Begin Again

Christine waits for her blind date at a coffee shop. Written for Lovetober 2022. Pairing: Erik/Christine. G, 359 words.

Stray

Christine comes down with the flu and comes up with an idea of how to bond with Ayesha. Originally submitted to @a-partofthenarrative's 13 Nights of Halloween event on tumblr. Pairing: Erik/Christine. G, 709 words.

All Hallow’s Eve

Christine sings for her father on All Hallow's Eve and has an unexpected audience. Originally written for POTOber 2021, reposted for Lovetober 2022. Pairing: Erik/Christine. G, 666 words.

Blind Date

When Meg set Christine up on a blind date with a guy she worked with, Christine didn't know what to expect. Originally written in 2021 as part of the Touch Prompts on tumblr. Based on prompt #6, to say goodnight. Pairing: Erik/Christine. G, 1244 words.

Merry Crimes

While waiting on a flight back home for Christmas, Christine joins Sorelli, Meg, and Erika in town. But then, an unfortunate incident with the mayor leads them to take shelter in a mysterious bakery. Takes place between the final chapter and the epilogue of Offer Up Your Daughters. Genderbent Erik. Pairing: Erik/Christine. T, 1951 words.

Help Me Say Goodbye

Christine's thoughts during the Final Lair. Originally written in 2021 as part of the Touch Prompts on tumblr. Based on prompt #25, to say goodbye. Pairing: Erik/Christine, Raoul/Christine. G, 503 words.

Mending

Christine finds Erik after the Final Lair. Originally written in 2021 as part of the Touch Prompts on tumblr. Based on prompt #5, With an Apology. Pairing: Erik/Christine. G, 783 words.

In the Morning

The morning after Christine and Erik sleep together goes very differently. Originally written in 2021 as part of the Touch Prompts on tumblr. Based on prompt #2, With Relief. Pairing: Erik/Christine. G, 597 words.

Night Terrors

Gustave wakes up after having a nightmare. Originally written in 2021 as part of the Touch Prompts on tumblr. Written for prompt #16, After a Nightmare. Pairing: Erik/Christine. G, 319 words.

Decided

Erik's thoughts before leading Christine through the mirror. Originally written in 2021 as part of the Touch Prompts on tumblr. Based off prompt #24, To Say Hello. Pairing: Erik/Christine. G, 247 words.

The Morning After

Christine's thoughts the morning after the final lair. Originally written in 2021 as part of the Touch Prompts on tumblr. Based on prompt #14, On a Bruise. Pairing: Raoul/Christine. G, 311 words.

Never to Keep

Erik dreams that Christine returns to him. Originally written in 2021 as part of the Touch Prompts on tumblr. Based on prompt #23, In a Moment of Sadness. Pairing: Gen. G, 245 words.

To the Rooftop

Raoul's thoughts as he follows Christine to the rooftop. Originally written in 2021 as part of the Touch Prompts on tumblr. Based on prompt #8, To Protect. Pairing: Raoul/Christine. G, 308 words.

Best Laid Plans

Erik and Nadir's escape from Persia goes horribly wrong. Originally written in 2021 as part of the Touch Prompts on tumblr. Based on prompt #18, Because You Are Dying. Pairing: Pharoga. T, 741 words.

The Bridge Is Crossed

The ambush during Don Juan Triumphant goes terribly wrong. Originally written in 2021 as part of the Touch Prompts on tumblr. Based on Prompt #19, Because I Am Dying. Pairing: Gen. T, 679 words.

Angel of Death

Madeleine and Erik had to flee Boscherville. Now in Paris, Madeleine has decided to do to other unwanted children what she should have done to Erik years ago... Written for POTO Dark Week 2023. Pairing: Gen. T, 983 words.

Setting Fire to Our Insides for Fun

Several weeks after Erik lets Christine go, Nadir gets worried and goes to check on Erik. Written for POTO Queer Week 2023. Pairing: Pharoga. T, 592 words.

New Ballet Shoes

Meg's feet are sore after getting new en point shoes. Christine tries to help. Written for POTO Queer Week 2023. Pairing: Meg/Christine. G, 100 words.

Can’t Let Go

After Erik lets Raoul and Christine go, Raoul can't get him out of his mind. Written for POTO Queer Week 2023. Pairing: Erik/Raoul. G, 100 words.

I Don’t Care if You’re Lying

At night, Erik and Nadir spend time together in Nadir's bedroom in Persia. Written for POTO Queer Week 2023. Pairing: Pharoga. E, 503 words.

Fine As We Are but We Want More

When Christine comes to New York, Meg wishes to tell her that she loves her, but is afraid to do so and believes it's too late when she sees Christine kiss Erik. Written for POTO Queer Week 2023 and Multiamory March 2023. Pairing: Erik/Christine/Meg. G, 1053 words.

And All the Things You Thought That I Should Be

Erik receives a phone call letting him know that his mother is dead. To plan her funeral, he returns back to his hometown. Written for POTO Queer Week 2023. Pairing: Erik/Christine. T, 1180 words.

Other Fandoms

Don’t Let Me Be Lonely Tonight

Stranger Things fanfic. Chrissy doesn’t want to go home tonight. Instead, she meets Eddie at his trailer. Written for Lovetober 2022. Pairing: Eddie/Chrissy. G, 1137 words.

Undo this Storm

Witcher fanfic. Geralt comforts Ciri after what happen at Kaer Morhen. Written for Lovetober 2022. G, 180 words.

Hiding

Star Wars fanfic. After escaping Zygerria, Anakin starts thinking about what has happened to him. Written for Whumptober 2022. T, 311 words.

Breaking Out

Star Wars fanfic. After Luke is captured, he has an unexpected rescuer. Written for Whumptober 2022. G, 680 words.

Stargazing

Star Wars fanfic. Anakin and Padme watch the stars on Naboo. Written for Lovetober 2022. Pairing: Anakin/Padme. G, 228 words.

Night Terror

Falcon and the Winter Soldier fanfic. Bucky wakes up after having a nightmare about his time as the Winter Soldier. Written for Lovetober 2022. Pairing: Sam/Bucky. G, 253 words.

The Third Option

Star Wars fanfic. Obi-Wan's confrontation of Vader in the season finale goes a bit differently. Written for Whumptober 2022. Pairing: Obi-Wan/Anakin. G, 384 words.

[timebird84]

🎄 PotO Advent Calendar 2021 🎄

By @paperandsong

[sloanedestler]

Mistletoe

Read on AO3

My entry for Timebird84′s 2020 Advent Calendar!  A sweet, fluffy Modern AU, E/C story

[connor-sent-by-cyberlife]

13 days taken so far

Wanted: DBH Artists and Writers!!!

It's finally time to offer my advent calendar project to you all. I've run this for the past three years by now for another fandom I'm in and I really hope we can make it work together for the DBH fandom as well.

To make it happen I’d need at least 24 volunteering artists and writers, who sign up for this project by contacting me personally either via my inbox or the messenger - so I can go chronologically by receiving applications.

It would be great, if we could get a good mix of visual and written art, so please let me know what you are planning to contribute. Different characters and ships or non-ships would also be great :D .

Every participant will get a date when their contribution shall be posted (dates will be assigned in chronological order in which the application messages reach me).

Make sure you only sign up, if you seriously want to contribute something. Your piece (no matter if drawn or written or whatever) has to be themed winter-ish and/or Christmas-ish, beside that you are free to create whatever you want (just no ocs as main characters please). Please inform me in case there are any warnings which need to be added. Also definitely tell me the ship, if there is any in your contribution, so I can tag everything correctly.

You need to send your finished piece in time (!!! at least 3 days before your publication date !!!) to me via email –> connorsentbycyberlife84@gmail.com . I will put all received 24 (or more) ones in order and upload one (or more if there are more than 24) every day of December until Christmas, of course with crediting each creator!

In case you are not okay with sending your art/writing to me - submit it to @connor-sent-by-cyberlife . But I would rather prefer the email option, so I can give every day of the advent calendar an identical look.

Please follow the tag #DBH Advent Calendar, if you don’t want to miss anything related to this project!

And as always, please help me to get as many people as possible to see this post by reblogging it and/or tagging people who you think could be interested in participating. Spread the word - Make it work! Thank you <3!

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Raoulstine Week 2022

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Okay so I forgot to post things on the right day! OH WELL, that just means I’m gonna cram two stories into today, the last day. Efficient!

First up, for Family:

Life continues on for Raoul and his wife, but, stalked by a figure from their past, will he ever find peace? Post-ALW, 1,700 words, drama/comedy, rated G, very dumb and it’s maybe my favorite thing I’ve written.

And second, for Celebration:

Despite Erik’s warnings, Christine celebrates her first Christmas with Raoul and receives a gift that leaves no doubt about which man loves her most. Written for PotO Advent Calendar 2020, 2,500 words, a strong T rating, sort of funny? I think it’s funny. Raoul would not.

Also, I suppose I’d better add in a plug for my ongoing WIP, which features a post-ALW married Raoul and Christine, but like, Erik is there too.

111,000 words so far, strong M rating, drama/comedy/angst/sex stuff.

It was in writing this one that I really grew to love Raoul and appreciate the depth and complexity he adds to the story. So, sorry, 13 year old Flora, but he’s actually not the villain of the story. (The villain is that darn lasso, it just has a mind of its own! Erik is, of course, completely blameless and actually a perfect baby angel who just wants to be loved; you did get that right. 🥰🥰 KIDDING ofc)

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Erik and Pegasus

My second offering for the 2021 PotO Advent Calendar.