#Twelve Days Of Christmas

[sennamaticart]

On the first day of Christmas, my truelove gave to me....

[messenger-of-babel]

A Perfect Gift

Summary: Last minute Christmas shopping with Tim, and you can't decide what to get him. (Tim Drake x reader)

Word Count: 1.8K

Notes: Interesting posting schedule coming up- so be warned! I can't believe I didn't write more for Tim in Angstober?? Guess I'm gonna have to write him some unseasonal angst in the future.

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"Come on, surely you know what to get them." You laugh at Tim as you walk along the streets of the shopping district in Gotham, hands interlocked and swinging gently. He puffs out his cheeks, shaking his head defeatedly. "I do not. That's why you're here." he argues.

"Why don't you try getting them something they don't have? Something useful?"

"Babe. They're Waynes. There is not a single thing here that they need or haven't already bought themselves." he points out with a sigh, his blue eyes flicking over the boutique mannequins as you walk past.

You hum. "That's true." you say as you reach a hand out to pick some snow from his hair, the soft white powder beginning to fall from the sky once again. It had snowed earlier in the day, leaving everything in a blanket of white, but in true Gotham fashion it had turned to brown icy sludge within hours. "It just means that we need to find something that they didn't know they needed."

With a tug on his hand, you pull him into a store, bell ringing softly as you entered the warm display room. Little did Tim know that you were looking for something for him as well. He had been teasing you since the start of the month, saying that he had already picked out something for you and that you were going to love it. You had responded almost immediately, competitive and determined to get him an equally good, if not better, gift. However now it was only a few days before Christmas, and you were still empty handed. Not only that, but it was also going to be your first Christmas with the Waynes. Your family had decided to have a location Christmas, opting to try out a warmer Christmas for once and escape the cold grasp of Gotham. You had been invited, but who could refuse spending a Christmas with Tim?

You caught a glimpse of him from the corner of your eye, studying his expression. He was chewing his lip between his teeth, eyes scanning the store anxiously. It was almost like you could hear the gears in his head turning, trying to scan for something that his brothers and sisters would like. You decide it's time to strike, pulling him in further with you.

"See anything you like?"

His eyes flick to you, but he only hums low in his throat. "I don't think Jason would like anything here. Dick might, but I don't know his sizes. And that watch over there," he points to one in a display. "I was going to get Bruce that, but Duke said he already got it for him. If we check the women's I might find something for Steph or Babs, Cass would probably not like anything from that section, it's not really her style. Oh, but Stephanie will probably get offended if I pick clothes and get it wrong, so definitely not that-"

You sigh as he rambles, the stress in his eyes resurfacing. You try to trace the store where he looks, hoping to catch sight of something that he looks at for more than three seconds.

The first store is a bust for you both, and you venture back into the cold.

You always had trouble with giving Tim gifts. Really, what could you buy for the son of a billionaire who had everything he could ever want? It seemed like the amount of trouble Tim was having with his family was the exact same issue you were having with him. You let out a sigh, anxiety building in your chest.

When you and Tim had first met, you weren't even sure if he liked you. You were study partners in university, who weren't even taking the same classes. Was sharing the same table at the same time in the library considered a first date? You couldn't even call it the talking stage, considering the library was pin silent at all times. If anything, the talking was done through small smiles and tiny nods. His first present to you had been before you had even been dating.

You had rocked up to the library for the new semester to pick up your textbooks and pay off the balance for it, only for the librarian to tell you that someone by the last name 'Drake' had come in earlier to pay for his and your own. Shocked you had piled them into your arms, not knowing who your mysterious donor was until you saw the sticky notes and familiar scribble on top. "Hope to see you around again this semester- Tim Drake.'

You had dated shortly into the new semester, and since then he had been the perfect gift giver. Six-month anniversary he got you an engraved tag pendant with the names of your close family members that lived outside of Gotham, after you had told him how you wished you could see them more. In comparison you had saved up for a watch that cost you around $200, and you had been really proud of it.

Yet that was crushed the first time you went to his place, and you saw the watch box of luxury timepieces, all engraved with nice messages. Most of them were from Bruce, but there was a nicely worn one (clearly a favourite) signed off by Alfred. Since then, you had felt this low embarrassment whenever he wore the watch you gave him. Despite your gentle protests he never took it off, even if it didn't go with his outfit that night or glinted garishly in the flash of the paparazzi camera. So, this time, you wanted something perfect.

As the evening drew on you had managed to help him get the perfect gifts for everyone, his arms slowly filling with shopping bags. You had suggested getting Haley something and gifting to Dick, so you had gone to a pet boutique and bought a new black and blue collar, with a sturdy lead to match knowing how strong she could be at times. You couldn't help but throw a scarf in there for her too.

Damian (who Tim was begrudging to get a gift for but still didn't want to leave him out) received some treats for Titus alongside a set of new sketching pencils since the youngest Wayne had been running out, yet too busy as Robin to refill them just yet. You both had taken a decent amount of time trying to remember what brand he liked, knowing that there would be a barbed backhanded comment coming your way if you didn't get the right ones.

Jason got a new leather satchel that would fit nicely on his bike and was weather proofed. You didn't expect more than a gruff thanks aimed in your direction, considering his aloofness (you weren't sure if he wasn't a fan of you in particular or if he was just uncomfortable being in the manor in general). But you snuck a notebook in there when Tim wasn't looking, hoping to win over the gruff brother.

'For when you have late stakeouts' you had written on the front, signing your name after. 'So, you can put down your writing, so you don't forget it.'

Duke got a new box of booster packs for the card game he was collecting, and thankfully your university friend let you know that the new series had just landed, meaning there was a good chance that Duke hadn't gotten his hands on it yet. Cass was given a year's membership to the Gotham City Art Gallery, which also allowed her to go late at night with fewer members of the public if she wanted a quieter experience. Steph and Barbara got given gift packs from the spa they often visited together, as well as a bottomless brunch in the new year at their favourite cafe. Alfred had been tricky, but you suggested a new tea set for his personal use. It was simple, white with very little flourishes, but you had gotten his name printed in fine gold on the teacups. Something that belonged only to him.

Then it had been trying to find something for Bruce himself. You had gotten stuck with that yourself. The most you had been able to do was settle for a nice handwritten card from the both of you, alongside a vintage bottle of port. Bruce could buy that himself a thousand times over if he wished, but it was the thought that counted, right?

Despite the thoughts that 'counted', you were still lost on what to get Tim for Christmas. You had run through everything in your mind, and everything he looked at. Yet his face was mostly indifferent as he focused on shopping for everyone else, making it near impossible for you to gauge his interest in things. Finally, as you were headed back to the pick-up spot so he could call Alfred, you dug your heels into the pavement. He bounced back lightly, your joined hands stopping him from going any further.

"Are you okay?" he asks, bags bouncing in his arms.

"What do you want for Christmas?" you ask bluntly. The stress was reaching its peak, surprising him be damned. You don't know you could face the embarrassment in front of everyone if you got him something that he didn't like. Tim tilts his head, eyebrows pinching together.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," you take a deep breath. "What do you want? there's not much I can give you that you can’t get yourself, or that the others aren't going to give you. So, what's one thing that I can give you that others can't?"

He takes a moment before putting the bags down on the ground and giving you a soft smile. He wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you lightly. "You."

your heart thuds at the proximity and the tenderness in his voice, his eyes searching yours. "And not in that way. I just want to spend Christmas with you. Make that house feel more like a home. Make the manor a little less haunted. That's all I could ever ask from you, silly."

he bumps his forehead against yours, making you chuckle breathily. His lips graze across yours lightly, but before you could lean forward there was a honk of Alfred arriving.

Tim pulls back, leaning down to grab half of the bags while you grabbed the others. "Come on," he gestures with a tilt of his head. "You can join us for dinner. Alfred makes the best Sunday roast."

As you watched him slide into the car, the ball of worry dissipated in your chest. You settled on a gift for him.

If home is what he wanted, then surely a locket of you two would be a portable sanctuary.

[achilles-rage]

achilles-rage's twelve days of christmas

day one: it's beginning to look a lot like christmas (ft. evan buckley)

summary: decorating the tree with evan buckley and your daughter.

word count: 2.5k

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a/n: you guys i'm so excited for this series!! i think this might be one of my favourite things i've written so far, it's so fluffy and it made me feel so warm and fuzzy lol!! also vivian is one of my top baby names so this feels self indulgent hehe. enjoy<3

warnings: none, no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

You’re wiping down the kitchen island when you feel two tiny hands grabbing at the hem of your sweater, and you look down with a smile when you hear your daughter’s voice triumph the Christmas music echoing softly through your house.

“Mama!” your daughter, Vivi, practically yells, and you have no choice but to pick her up when you see her big eyes staring up at you. You lift her into your arms and set her on your hip, then continue wiping down the kitchen island while Buck takes care of the kitchen counters.

You can feel a thin layer of sweat on your face, and you’re sure you’re getting a rash from the material of the bright red Christmas sweater you’re wearing, but you don’t dare take it off. When Buck and Vivi saw these matching family sweaters at the store, they just had to buy them, and you’re still not sure who had to convince who to buy them.

You’ve just finished making some sugar cookies to decorate for tomorrow, and now it’s time to clean up, which has proved quite tedious when baking with a two-year-old that insists on touching everything.

You hum along to the music playing, and Buck turns to face you as his hands still for a moment, taking in the sight of his two girls in their matching sweaters. He loves to see your features mixed with his in your daughter, and it makes his heart full to see you both smiling and giggling together. His little family, finally complete.

When you’re done wiping off the counter, you turn to look at Buck, whose neck is slightly red from his sweater. You shake your head with a fond smile, and when he turns to look at you again, he brings you in for a quick kiss, bringing one of his fingers up to hold your chin in place. When he pulls back, he looks down at your daughter, and holds his hands out to her.

“Hi, baby. You wanna help me finish cleaning up while mama gets the ornaments ready?” he asks her in a high voice, and you look down at her right as she practically launches herself at him. The little traitor, you think. When Buck’s around, she’s practically glued to him.

“Dada!” she says as her little hands grip his sweater. He lifts her up in the air before he lowers her to his chest, and when she’s firmly wrapped in his arms, he leans down to blow a raspberry against her neck. She squeals loudly, her little giggles filling the kitchen as you and Buck look at each other over her shoulder, both of your chests feeling warm and full of love. 

As Buck and Vivi finish cleaning the kitchen and take the cookies out of the oven, you go to the living room and begin taking out the ornaments and sorting them. You put the breakable ornaments up on the fireplace, out of reach of tiny grabby hands, and put the less fragile ornaments onto the coffee table, in your daughter's reach and eyesight.

When they finally come into the living room, you see white powder all over their sweaters, and you raise a brow at Buck, who gives you a sheepish smile. 

“She threw the first handful.” he tells you, and you scoff, laughing softly as you shake your head.

“Right, blame the child.” you tell him sharply, although the smile on your face shows that you’re not upset. If anything, you wish you were there to see the flour fight.

“Where star?” Vivi asks when Buck puts her down and she walks over to the coffee table. You smile, thinking of the ornament she made earlier today when you were babysitting Jee. She insisted on using every colour she could imagine, although the ornament had more or less turned brown from all the paint mixed together. 

You found a kit to make your own clay ornaments online, and decided it would be a good activity to do with them right before Christmas. You also know that Maddie and Chimney would love a homemade ornament by Jee.

“It still needs to dry, lovey. We can put that up when Jee comes over.” you tell her as you bend down to her level, and she lets out a soft huff. Her dismay is quickly forgotten, however, when her eyes land on the Disneyland Ferris wheel ornament sitting in front of her. 

“Mickey,” she mumbles as she picks it up, tiny fingers brushing over Mickey’s nose. “We go?” she finishes, looking up at Buck with the poutiest face you’ve ever seen. She’s barely two and she already knows exactly how to get her way.

“You wanna go?” Buck asks as he picks her up, and when she nods hopefully, her hair bouncing with each movement, you know what Buck’s going to say. 

“Sure, we can go, baby. Now, where does that one go?” 

She points up to the top of the tree, and Buck lifts her up to sit on his shoulder as she leans out to put the ornament on one of the branches. While you watch Buck help her secure the ornament with a loving smile, you cross your arms over your chest, shaking your head before you speak.

“You really want to go on that Ferris wheel six times in a row again and do absolutely nothing else?” Buck looks over his shoulder at you once the ornament is safely on the tree, giving you a big smile. You got that ornament on your first trip to Disneyland with Vivi, and she insisted on going on the Ferris wheel as many times as she possibly could, not wanting to bother with anything else.

“Come on, how can I say no?” he asks with a shrug, letting Vivi down to grab the next ornament. 

“She’s got you wrapped around her finger.” you tell him as you close the distance between you. His smile widens before your lips meet his, and one of his arms wrap around your plush middle as the other hand cups your cheek. Your hands rest on his chest as you kiss him passionately, and you part from the kiss when he starts to sway you two back and forth along with the music, laughing softly.

“She learned from the best.” he tells you earnestly with a wink, and for a moment, the dull itch from the sweater and the fact that you’re overheating in your silly festive sweater fade, and all you can focus on is the loving look in Buck’s gleaming blue eyes.

“Look! Pretty.” You tear your gaze from each other when you hear your daughter’s voice, and when you turn to her, you both grin. Her arm is outstretched to show you that she’s placed another ornament low on the tree, this one a big Hershey kiss from when you took her to visit Buck’s parents in Hershey.

“Wow, look at that!” you exclaim just as Buck says “Beautiful, baby.” 

The next half hour or so continues similarly; you and Buck working on decorating the top part of the tree with the fragile ornaments while you let Vivi have free reign over the bottom part of the tree that she can reach. 

She insists on showing you each ornament once it’s on the tree, and both of you take turns on telling her how good it looks before you continue putting up the glass balls and ceramic ornaments from various vacations and big moments you and Buck celebrated before Vivi was born.

After a while, the tree is almost completely covered, and you hear Buck let out an exaggerated gasp as you fix the tinsel that’s been randomly thrown across the tree by your daughter.

When you turn, you see Buck and Vivi’s matching grins, and then he lifts her into his arms again, examining the ornaments she’s holding out ceremoniously in front of his face.

“Dada ornament.” she says in her excited little voice, although the word “ornament” comes out more like “ornent.”

“Did you get this for me?” Buck asks her and she nods furiously, giggling at Buck’s clear approval.

“She saw it at the store the other day. She wouldn’t let me put it back; insisted we had to get an ornament for daddy.” you explain with a fond smile, tilting your head to the side as you watch Buck place a big, audible kiss on Vivi’s forehead.

You watch as Buck once again holds her up on his shoulder at her insistence that the ornament be placed front and center on the tree.

Your smile widens when you hear her little giggle, watching her clasp her hands together beside her face and her shoulders raise up to her ears as she takes in the sight: a bright red glittery fire truck placed right in the middle of the tree. You walk up to them, wrapping an arm around Buck’s torso as you rest your head against Vivi’s side. You sigh as you take in the sight of the nearly-complete tree, letting out a silent laugh through your nose when you feel a tiny hand pat the top of your head gently.

“Star, mama.” you hear in your ear after a moment, and you lean back slightly to look up at your daughter, so happily perched on Buck’s shoulder. 

“Should we put up the star?” you ask her, and she nods enthusiastically as she begins to wriggle out of Buck’s grip. Buck helps her down as you go back to the almost empty box of ornaments, taking the white and gold star out of the wrapping. 

By the time you get the star completely unwrapped and turn back to your daughter, however, she’s already sitting on the floor playing with one of her discarded toys, now completely disinterested.

You sigh with a smile, then walk over to the couch directly beside the tree and climb on top of it. The top of the tree is just barely within reach, and you silently curse Buck for letting Vivi pick out the biggest tree she could possibly find at the Christmas tree farm.

As you stretch up to get the star on top of the tree, you don’t notice that Buck is silently watching you, his eyes glued to your ass as he licks his lips. He knows he should be offering you some help, but goddamn, he also can’t pass up a view like this. If Vivi wasn’t just a few feet away from you two, he’d have you bent over the couch, lips attached to your neck, and, hopefully, a new sibling for Vivi in nine or so months.

He’s only torn from his thoughts when he hears your daughter stomp over to the tree, her voice high and upset.

“Mama, I do!” she tells you loudly, which startles you. It’s a good thing Buck was on the way over to you, because her shrill voice startles you, making you almost lose your balance with one foot on the arm of the couch and the other on the seat cushion. Buck is quick to grab your hips, slowly helping you lower to the ground before you have the chance to fall. 

When your two feet are pressed firmly on the ground, Buck presses a quick kiss to the side of your neck before he picks up Vivi in his arms and lifts her up to the top of the tree. You hand her the star, then watch with a smile, but you’re watching diligently; ready to dive for the star if she doesn’t put it on properly. 

Luckily, your smart girl is able to put the star on top of the tree with little difficulty, her excited giggle ringing through your ears when she pulls her hands away and sees that the star is staying in place. 

When Buck lowers her to his chest, she holds her arms out to you, her eyes silently pleading to move into your arms. You take her gladly, kissing her warm cheek as you look at the way the tree lights reflect in her eyes.

“Look at that, lovey. You did so good!” you tell her, bouncing her on your hip. She smiles widely, wrapping her arms around your neck and squeezing you tightly. You feel Buck’s warmth wrap around you from behind, one hand resting on your tummy while the other rests on Vivi’s back.

“So pretty, Vivi. Almost as pretty as my girls.” He whispers the last sentence in your ear before he places a kiss right behind your ear, his hot breath hitting your neck and making you shiver.

“I love you.” you whisper after a moment, looking at him over your shoulder. He smiles down at you, then presses a gentle kiss on your lips.

“I love you. Thank you.” he whispers against your lips. When he pulls away, you raise a brow, confusion spread across your features.

“For what?” you ask, squeezing Vivi tighter against you when you feel her press a soft kiss to your cheek.

“For giving me my two favourite things.” he replies as his fingers dig into your tummy lightly and he tickles Vivi’s side with his other hand. You lean your head away as she squeals loudly right in your ear, laughing softly as Buck takes her from your arms and throws her up in the air.

“You want a cookie before we go to bed?” he asks her, and you narrow your eyes at him as you see her beginning to wiggle around in his grip, trying to get to the kitchen.

“You’re on bedtime duty tonight. I’m not gonna be up all night because you let her have cookies before bed.” you tell him sternly, although as you look at her bright smile and twinkling eyes, you know that you’d probably do the exact same thing as he did.

“I think I can handle that, mama.” he says with a wink. Once Vivi’s feet are back on the floor, she grabs two of Buck’s fingers in her little hand, leading him to the kitchen.

You three eat your cookies sitting on the floor in front of the tree; at Vivi’s insistence, and when you’re all finished, she’s almost asleep in Buck’s lap, her head resting against his chest and crumbs all over her face.

“You’re lucky the sugar didn’t catch up to her in time.” you tease Buck as you watch Vivi struggling to keep her eyes open, keeping your voice a quiet whisper so as not to wake her up.

“I’m the luckiest man in the world.” is all he says before he reaches out and pulls your lips to his, his hand on the back of your neck.

And he truly believes it. With you, and your little girl here with him, sitting in front of your beautifully decorated tree with Christmas music still softly playing from the TV, he doesn’t think life can get any better. And neither can you.

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[indieyuugure]

Prepare yourself for this. Next month for holly jolly antics from Nixie.

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[brodygold]

Twelve Days of Christmas: Day 2

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me: two turtle doves.

"Merry Christmas, bros!" Brody beamed as he handed over a covered cage to Alex and Josh, a couple he'd recently befriended. The two had been weathering a rough patch—laid off just weeks before the holidays, their apartment felt heavy with unspoken worries. Brody hoped his gift might lift their spirits, or better yet, help them rediscover something they'd lost.

"You didn’t have to get us anything, Brody," Alex said, holding the cage with a quizzical look. The taller of the two, Alex, was a programmer by trade, his sharp mind now dulled by endless rejections. He eyed the gift as though calculating its cost and purpose.

"Yeah, man, we don’t have anything for you," Josh added, fidgeting nervously. The shorter of the pair, Josh, once thrived on the vibrant world of graphic design, but the weight of the last few months had drained his creativity.

"Don’t sweat it, bros," Brody said, clapping a hand on Josh’s shoulder. "This isn’t about getting anything back. I know you’ve had a rough time, and I thought this might help. Go on—take a look."

Alex hesitated but finally pulled back the cloth. Inside, two delicate white birds fluttered, their feathers catching the dim holiday lights.

"Turtle doves?" Alex asked, brows furrowing.

"Exactly! Like the song, bros! Two turtle doves."

Josh glanced at Alex, unsure. "Brody, we can’t… I mean, this is so thoughtful, but we’re in no place to take care of birds."

"Relax. I’ll help you out with everything you need. Seriously, just trust me." Brody winked and grabbed his gym bag. "I gotta head to practice, but I’ll swing by later. Have fun with them until then!"

Before they could argue, Brody was gone, leaving the couple alone with their unexpected guests.

"What now?" Alex muttered, setting the cage on a dusty desk in what had once been his office.

Josh leaned in closer to the cage, his skepticism softening. "I don’t know, babe. Maybe it’s a sign—something to distract us, you know? Let’s give it a shot."

Alex sighed but nodded. "Fine. But they better not—"

The doves began to sing.

A soft, lilting melody filled the room, unlike anything the two had ever heard. It was haunting and beautiful, each note burrowing deeper into their minds.

"That’s… gorgeous," Alex murmured, his gaze fixed on the birds.

"I feel… weird," Josh added, swaying slightly.

The song seeped into their thoughts, unraveling them thread by thread. Alex’s logical mind, once his defining strength, dissolved under the weight of the melody. His love of computers, his identity as a thinker—it all washed away. A new thought, alien yet comforting, bloomed in the void: The Hive.

Josh’s artistic passions were swept away in the same tide. His creativity, his individuality—all stripped clean. Drones do not create. Drones do not think.

Their clothes began to shift, the transformation extending beyond their minds. Alex’s hoodie and jeans melted into a sleek, glossy black rubber polo, buttoned to the top. Josh’s outfit followed suit, replaced by matching black rubber shorts and a gold-accented belt. Black masks slid over their lower faces, erasing any trace of who they once were.

Their names dissolved next, replaced by cold efficiency. Alex was now PDU-185. Josh became PDU-293. They stood motionless, their minds blank and awaiting command.

Brody knocked on the door before stepping inside, his grin widening at the sight before him.

The two drones stood at perfect attention, their reflective uniforms gleaming under the apartment’s dim light.

"What is your purpose?" Brody asked, his tone sharp.

"To serve the Hive," the drones replied in unison, their voices hollow and mechanical.

"Very good," Brody said, stepping closer. He surveyed his work with satisfaction. "Welcome to your new life, drones."

"Yes, Captain."

[sorchathered]

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Twelve Days of Christmas - Day Two

Mistletoe + Kyojuro

event details | previous day | wc: 442 | cw: gn reader, modern au

This was far from the first time you’d wished you were taller. Not being able to reach many things on your own had always been frustrating, but now it was threatening to spoil the surprise you were attempting to have ready for your boyfriend when he got home. When the sound of the front door unlocking met your ears, you knew you were out of time. 

Kyojuro, as always, was smiling when he walked through the door, though his expression quickly dropped to a frown when he saw the pout on your face. “What’s wrong, my love?”

“I’m too short.”

The corner of his lips twitched up into a smile as he walked over to you. “I think you’re just the right height,” he said, tipping your chin up slightly with his knuckles. 

You felt your cheeks heat at his words, and you dropped his gaze out of bashfulness. “I meant I’m too short to hang things up on my own, Kyo.”

He chuckled softly, dropping his hand from your chin down to your waist. “What are you trying to hang up? Perhaps I can help.”

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” you huffed, still hiding the object behind your back. 

He tilted his head slightly as he thought for a moment. “Well,” he eventually suggested, “What if I close my eyes, and you give me what you’re trying to hang up so I can hang it up for you? That way it’s still a surprise.”

At first you narrowed your eyes, worried he might be making fun of you, but you quickly realized his expression was gentle and genuine as he waited for your response. You nodded. “That works. I want it hung up there, at the top of the doorframe.”

Kyojuro nodded back, then closed his eyes and held out his hand. You carefully handed him what you were trying to hang, and a bit of tape to secure it. After a moment of fumbling, your boyfriend managed to get it secured. 

“You can open your eyes now, Kyo.” You smiled a bit to yourself as you waited for him to see what decoration he’d just help you put up. 

His eyes raised to the top of the doorway almost instantly, and when he realized what it was, he grinned. “I like this surprise,” he said, pulling you closer to him, until the two of you were standing fully under the little sprig of mistletoe. 

“I was hoping you would.” Without waiting for him to make the next move, you pulled Kyojuro down by the collar of his shirt and kissed him, smiling when he eagerly returned the embrace.

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[briefbestiary]

Frau Perchta's hairy, demonic servants. A group of Swiss monsters that follow her beck and call.

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

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[rowboatx3]

Ornaments! Plus Honey putting up tinsel. Poppy Went to get more ornaments, and Card went after because she definitely didn't know where she was going.

[darkacademiaarchivist]

On the secret thirteenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me THE CURSE

[grub-karkat-in-strange-places]

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my matesprit gave to me...

Twelve trolls trolling, eleven Dirkers Striding, ten lords a English, nine Jadies dancing, eight maids a miiing, seven drones a culling, six girls a gaying, five fucking rings, four Caliborns, three French-ish girls, two turtle Daves and a grubkat in a pear tree.

[messenger-of-babel]

Christmas Wishes

Summary: When he's not going to be home for Christmas, you fly to Spain to meet him there instead. (Leon S. Kennedy x reader)

Word Count: 1.7K

Notes: Sorry that I'm a day late, my flights got all messed up. So I might be a day late to AEST posting but I'll try to catch up and do a double post somewhere down the line. This deleted half and I couldn't remember the other half so sorry in advance hahaha.

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It wasn't often that Leon got time off.

He was overseas more than he was home, and his back had gotten used to the feeling of cheap hotel mattresses rather than the one you two shared. The first Christmas together he was in the field, which you couldn't blame him for. He had managed a miracle and made your anniversary, and it was easy enough to fight off your family inviting him to visit for the season. The second, he missed both occasions, and the third he was only back on New Years which left you to face the snide side eyes from your aunts, flicking from you to the empty chair next to you. So finally having enough, you asked where he was going to be this year.

Europe? Okay. You could do that.

Might be late for Christmas? No. Not this year. What country does he pass through?

Spain? Perfect. You'll meet him in Madrid.

With an unceremonious hang up you had booked your tickets, pulling it from the holiday account you both had set up that never got used. You had felt a little anxious about the cost of the tickets and accommodation, but you knew his pay check was more than enough to cover it. However, that feeling went away when you hand was tucked securely in Leon's strong grip, strolling along the stalls in the Mayor's Plaza.

Your hands had been jittering getting off of the plane, a cold sweat creeping down your neck. Getting through customs hadn't been too bad, shuffling along in the expected holiday traffic as people either went on vacation or returning home to their loved ones. Spain wasn't exactly home, but Leon was. That feeling was cemented in your mind when you saw him, rugged up and scarf covering the lower half of his face. He was looking at the arrivals board, those baby blue eyes tired as they flicked over the list of flights. With the instincts only an agent like him could have he turned his neck, locking on to you slowly walking from the arrivals gate. Upon confirmation that it really was Leon, you broke into a light jog and then a sprint. Your chest felt tight as you raced towards him, and there was a comforting burn in your eyes when he opened his arms for you. You collided roughly, but he managed to keep you both stable and wrapped an arm around your waist.

"That happy to see me sweetheart?"

His low murmur fills your ears like warm honey and makes your head cottony, not letting you do anything but breathe in the deep spice of his aftershave. You just hug him tighter, finally able to feel him pressed against you after months of being held overseas. The way he tightened his arms ever so slightly told you all you needed to know; that he didn't mind at all.

You didn't move from that for the next few days, stuck to him. Even now as you wandered the Christmas markets you had tucked yourself securely into his side, his arm over your shoulder to guide you through the throngs of people. He took a sip of the mulled wine, offering you the cup silently. You took it and had a sip, the liquid coating your throat in warmth. "Anything you want to go look at?" you asked quietly, nursing the cup. He cast his eyes down to yours, before looking away pensively. "Not particularly. Just enjoying the atmosphere." he smiled softly. "It's nice."

"It's called the Christmas spirit. You should get into it, it's a nice look on you." You teased, craning up to poke at his cheek. He bats your finger away with a scoff. "Really now?"

"It's our first Christmas together. Of course, it's going to feel more special than usual." you hum, and his eyes soften. He brings you in just a touch closer, sighing out through his nose. "Thanks for being here." he says after a moment. "I…I really am grateful you came this way just for me."

Your breath hitches at the softness in his voice, a chip of pain lacing his tone. "It's always for you." you argue back. "Always will be. you can't shake me that easily. Four years and the rest of forever to go." you say with decisive smile. Leon smiles, crows’ feet at the corners of his eyes crinkling. He removes his arm from around your shoulder, dropping it to lace his gloved hand with your bare fingers and bring your knuckles to his mouth. His lips press against them in a soft kiss, eyes warm.

"Is that an offer, sweetheart?"

after a few more hours of wandering the markets and enjoying the festivities, your feet were starting to get sore. Leon had left you at a food stall to get treats for the both of you, while he went to go do something. You had eyed him suspiciously, casting him a knowing glance when he returned with a flat, black box. You traded him the food, sighing as you waved it in his face. "What's this? It's not Christmas just yet."

He shrugged. "Early enough. Actually, I think I'm just very very very late for three other ones."

you shake your head at the comment but open the box anyways, revealing a beautiful gold necklace on the velvet.

"The vendor over there makes them himself. Helped me pick it out."

It was a stunning, fine gold chain, with a round blue sapphire drop at the end, same colour as his eyes. "Leon," you beam. "It's gorgeous."

he smiles in return, gesturing with his free hand for you to turn around.

Goosebumps raise on your skin as he puts in on, his fingers brushing against the nape of your neck.

"Beautiful," he mutters as he pulls back to look at it on you, before deftly tucking it under your scarf and against your chest. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas." you say back, raising your chin to kiss him. It's a little hard because of your grin, but you can't help yourself. Your heart warms as you place your palm over where it's resting under your clothes, thudding your head on his shoulders as you continue walking. T

You both decide to go home, walking hand in hand back to the hotel. As the music and Christmas lights faded behind you, bells began ringing from somewhere else in the square. you could see the haze that was slowly settling over Leon's eyes, sinking deeper in time with each chime. His lips turned downwards slowly, gaze becoming lost in the dark horizon. You squeeze his hand, trying to bring him back to the present. "You okay?" you ask softly, worry written in your brow. He doesn’t meet your eyes, still locked on the distance.

"there’s somewhere I want to call in."

you're surprised at the conviction in his tone, but you don't protest. "Sure, where?" you tilt your head, swinging your locked hands together. He just nods his head to your right and begins to lead you, until you're out the front of a small yet ornate church. You eye his figure as he walks in.

You had never taken Leon for a religious man, so when he sat in the pews and locked his hands together, you weren't sure if this was your boyfriend or not. You hung silently in the row behind him, letting him do what he needed. There was a weight on his shoulders, more than the one he was used to carrying from the year and years of work. With a few mumbled verses you heard a faint 'Merry Christmas' and then he was done.

There was a mellow look in his eye as he turned to you, a small smile as he thanked you quietly. You took that as an invitation to sit next to him, coming around the pew and placing your hand on his thigh to try and comfort him. "What's up with you?" you ask softly. "You don't go to church, do you?"|

he lets out a dry chuckle and shakes his head. "It's been a while, but I didn't know where else he might hear me." he said softly. He takes a deep breath before exhaling. "Did I ever tell you about Spain?" he asked. You shook your head, making him nod his head along. "I was younger, much younger." he began, staring up at the statue of Jesus at the centre of the room. "I was tasked with finding Ashley Graham, the president’s daughter. It was a rural village, overrun with this parasite and it was-" he grimaces. "Bad."

You return your hand to his, and he squeezes it with a slight tremble.

"There was a man though. I didn't trust him at first. Luis Serra." he smiles softly. "I didn't trust him at first, but he trusted me. He...he didn't make it out." he says with a sad twitch of his lips. "I haven't been back to Spain since."

Your lean onto his shoulder, unsure of how to help other than just being there for him.

"I just guessed a visit was long overdue. Wish him a Merry Christmas and apologise for being late. Both times." He looks to the ground.

"Merry Christmas, Luis." you whisper, making Leon look at you. You just smile softly. "I'm sure he can hear you. Hear us. I just wanted to introduce myself."

He laughs lightly and shakes his head, standing up. "Good thing you two never met, he'd have flirted with you in a second. I would have barely got a word in." he smiles, yet it's still tinged with a bit of sadness. You smile, looping your arm through his.

"I'd still choose you." you hum, eyes gleaming. He smiles wider at that as you turn to walk from the church.

Behind the both of you through the stained-glass window was a star sparkling just a bit brighter than the others, as if it was saying 'Merry Christmas to you too, Sancho.'

[achilles-rage]

achilles-rage’s twelve days of christmas

day five: mistletoe (ft. evan buckley)

summary: buck, your best friend, tries to get you under the mistletoe.

word count: 2.1k

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a/n: i love how this turned out hehe. i find writing for buck so easy so this was so fun lol. anyway, enjoy<3

warnings: none, no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader, barely edited (sorry lol)

It’s no secret that your best friend is in love with you. He’s constantly trying to spend time with you, which would be normal for a best friend to do if he weren’t always trying to touch you. If you hug him, he’d slowly slide his hands down your back towards your ass, just bordering on more than friendly when you finally let out an exasperated “Buck!”

Or when you were spending the night at his place, he’d insist on you both sleeping in his bed, on the argument that no one should have to sleep on the couch. He’d pull your back flush against his chest while his hand moved up your plush tummy, letting his thumb ghost along the underside of your breast before you snap and call out his name again.

Yes, it’s no secret that Buck is in love with you, to everyone except you, apparently.

No one blames you, of course. He’s flirty with everyone, you know that. You also know that sometimes he likes to cause trouble, just for his own entertainment, and, to you, it seems that his favourite way to do so is to make you so flustered and shy that your brain practically shuts down.

His most recent way to see your sheepish, embarrassed expression is by teasing you to no end about the mistletoe that you put up in your apartment when decorating for the holidays.

The first time he saw it, you saw the smirk grow on his face as he stepped closer to you, now standing directly under the kitchen doorway as you watched him with furrowed brows from the stove.

Before you could figure out what he was smirking for; you had completely forgotten about the mistletoe that you haphazardly hung up while unpacking your decorations, he spoke, his voice low and smooth.

“What’s this? If you wanted me to kiss you, you should’ve just said so.” You scoff, rolling your eyes with a smile. You watch as he raises his brows, holding his hands out to his sides as if presenting himself to you.

“I’m not. It’s just a decoration.” you tell him, heat rising in your cheeks as you walk closer to him, ready to pull down the mistletoe from its spot. You can practically see the gears turning in his head. You know that for him, this is another way to mess with you.

“Oh, is it? Come on, you know the rules.” he practically purrs, pulling you close once you’re within arm’s reach of him. He holds onto your wide hips firmly, looking down at you with that same smirk plastered to his face, and you can feel every thought leave your brain as you feel his breath on your skin.

“I’m not kissing you under the mistletoe.” you whisper, but God, do you want to. You part from him after a moment, forcing yourself away from him before you become even more tempted to kiss your best friend. He’s joking, for fucksake, you think.

He lets his hands drop from their home on your hips as you back away, trying not to let his disappointment show. As much as he wishes you’d just give in to his advances, he does love messing with you, although he feels a little bad.

He would stop immediately if you ever were to act uncomfortable with his touches and his words, but you always laugh them off, which he’s thankful for. He can be impulsive sometimes, he knows that, but he can’t help it, especially with you. He knows he probably shouldn’t continue with his flirting; you’re his best friend, after all, and he doesn’t want to make things weird, but you’re just so pretty.

The rest of the night continues normally, and ends with his head on your lap as you try to finish the movie he insisted on watching over his snores. One of his hands is firmly placed on your thigh, right in front of his face, and although your legs are asleep from the odd position you’re in, you don’t dare move. He looks so peaceful, and for this brief time, you imagine he’s yours, for real.

His mission continues for the next few weeks leading up to Christmas, switching between blatantly asking you to step under the mistletoe, and tricking you into walking under it so he can surprise you.

The time he almost had you was when he called you from your living room, seemingly in a panic. You dropped the glass of water on the kitchen counter and ran towards your living room, dread filling your belly at his tone. You’ve never heard him like that; he’s usually the level headed one in times of stress.

When you ran through the doorway of your kitchen, however, your soft body collided with his hard one, and you let out a gasp as his large hands grab your upper arms to steady you.

“Buck, what are you-” you begin, but he cuts you off with a quiet “ah” as he nods up to the mistletoe that you’re now both standing under.

You let out a quiet sigh of relief, glad that he’s okay, and in that short moment, with your guard let down, you almost do lean up and kiss him. You only stop when you feel one of his fingers move to the underside of your chin, tilting your head up just that little bit further.

You blink rapidly as you turn your head away, letting out an exasperated laugh as you push his chest lightly.

“You’d really fake an emergency for the bit?” you tease, trying to calm your racing heart as you back away.

He shrugs, a smirk on his face. He’s a little disappointed, but he doesn’t let it show.

You think you’re safe when he invites you over to his apartment a couple days before Christmas, claiming to need some help with deciding on which gift Jee-Yun. You’re a little confused when he asks; if he really found a few gifts for her, he’d just give them all to her. You know he’d give her the world if he could.

Nevertheless, you head over, ready to give him some probably-not-needed advice.

Your heart warms when he opens his apartment door and you see at least ten gifts laid out on his kitchen island. As you make your way over to them, you see that a lot of them are a child’s dream, but a parent’s nightmare, and you laugh softly.

“Did you run any of these by Maddie and Chim?” you ask as you tear your eyes from the gifts and look over at him. He smiles sheepishly, shrugging as he grabs the closest box.

“Come on, make your own slime? She would love that! She’s obsessed with slime!” he replies, and you shake your head, laughing at his excitement.

“Well, which one do you think she’ll like the most?” you ask, looking over the rest of the gifts. Bracelet making kit, make your own markers, gemstone dig kit. It’s a lot, but it’s also sweet. You know Jee would like any of these things, and it makes your heart swell knowing that Buck cares so much about his niece.

“She’d like them all so much.” he replies in a huff, sitting down on the island stool. You sigh, walking back over to him and putting your hand on his shoulder.

“Buck, I really don’t know why you’re trying so hard to decide. We both know you’re gonna give her all of them.” you tell him, ducking your head slightly to meet his gaze.

He looks up at you suddenly, a hint of a smile on his face.

“Good. Thanks.” is all he says before he stands up, his inner turmoil suddenly gone from his face as he shoots up from his seat. “Since you’re here, I might as well show you something.”

You furrow your brows in confusion as he begins to lead you to his living room, a hand on the small of your back, but then you huff, stopping in your tracks as you turn to look up at him beside you.

“Stop trying to get me under the mistletoe!” you practically shout, having finally seen the bundle of mistletoe he has hanging from his loft.

“Come on, have you ever been kissed under the mistletoe?” he asks, grabbing your hand and trying to pull you over to it gently. He keeps his eyes on you, walking backwards, but when you don’t budge, he drops your hand, continuing to back up until he’s in place.

“Well, no, but-” you begin, but he’s quick to cut you off, a mischievous look on his face.

“Me either. Don’t you think we should? Just once?” he asks, and you huff, shaking your head as you look away. You want to more than anything, but you can’t imagine the pain you would feel if you were to have to go back to normal after the kiss, have to keep pretending you only like him as a friend.

“Please?” he finally says, his voice much softer than you’ve ever heard it. You feel a little guilty for fighting so hard as you look up into his big, blue eyes and see the pout on his lips. If there’s one thing Buck knows how to do, it’s get his way.

“If I come over there, will you stop?” you ask after a moment, sighing softly in defeat.

He nods quickly, a hopeful smile spreading across his face as you take a step forward.

“I promise.” is all he says before he grabs your hips and pulls you into him. His lips meet yours hungrily, and you feel dizzy as one of his hands cups your jaw, tilting your head up to deepen the kiss.

The kiss is desperate, and passionate, and you can only follow his lead when his tongue slips past your lips, exploring your mouth and invading your senses as he melts into your plush body.

You wrap your arms around his neck, and before you know it, he has you backed up to the wall, pressing his body into yours as your back hits the wall.

“Buck, I-” you begin, parting from his lips and looking up at him through hooded eyes.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” he murmurs before his lips are back on yours, trying desperately to commit your taste to memory.

You finally relax completely into him, and your knees feel weak as his words sink in. He wants you. You’ve been holding back from kissing him, or letting him touch you, all this time, even though he’s wanted to do it just as badly as you’ve wanted him to.

He leads you up to his room as you continue to give each other sloppy kisses, and when you wake up the next morning, neither of you want to go back to being just friends.

On Christmas, you and Buck go to Bobby and Athena’s for Christmas dinner with the rest of the 118 and their families, but neither of you have told anyone that your relationship has recently changed.

All is revealed, however, when Buck eyes the mistletoe hanging in their living room, and he’s overwhelmed with the urge to get you under it again, to show everyone that you’re his. Finally.

As everyone talks in various small groups around the house, Buck excuses himself from his conversation with Bobby and Hen, situating himself under the mistletoe as he watches you talk to Maddie and Chim about all the gifts Buck had gotten Jee.

He calls you over after a minute, his voice just loud enough for you, and Maddie and Chimney, to hear a few feet away.

When you turn around and see where he is, you roll your eyes, letting out a quiet laugh as you raise a brow.

“Don’t you have anywhere else to be?” you tease as you walk over to him, drink in hand as you wrap your other arm around his shoulders.

“Trust me, this is exactly where I want to be.” he murmurs before he drops his head down to press his lips to yours. This kiss is softer than the first one you shared, more gentle and tame, but it makes your head spin nonetheless.

When you finally pull away, you both stare into each other’s eyes, everyone else in the room gone as you bask in the presence of each other. Buck can hardly contain his happiness. He can’t believe that you’re finally his. Finally, all his flirting had paid off.

You’re so caught up in each other that you don’t hear Maddie’s comment behind you, leaning closer to Chimney to whisper “well, it’s about damn time.”

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All About Sweaters - Julia Berolzheimer

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12 Days of Christmas: Day 1

Hey everyone! A good friend of mine @hypnozys convinced me to try the 12 days of Christmas challenge, so expect a post every day from now until Christmas. As an extra challenge each day will be themed around the song and the Golden Army/Polo Drones! Why am I doing this to myself? Who knows! Be sure to check out his challenge too

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: a partridge in a pear tree.

Ethan walked through the woods on his usual path, eager to get home before dark to see his girlfriend. He had taken this path every day ever since he moved to this town a little over a year ago, but something felt different this afternoon.

As he turned a corner, he froze. There, in a small clearing, stood a pear tree. It was strangely lush for the season, its branches heavy with golden-hued pears and snow. At the top of the tree perched a magnificent partridge, its feathers shimmering faintly in the muted sunlight. The bird’s beady eyes seemed to fix on Ethan, as though beckoning him closer.

Cautiously, Ethan walked towards the tree. Sitting underneath the tree, half hidden amongst the snowflakes, was a shiny gold football jersey with the number 10 on the front. He felt compelled to try it on, the fabric soft and lush against his fingertips as he picked it up.

Ethan hesitated, but the pull was too strong. He slipped off his coat and tugged the jersey over his head. The moment the fabric touched his skin, a rush of energy surged through him. He gasped as his body began to change.

His shoulders broadened first, the bones cracking and realigning as thick cords of muscle wrapped around them. His chest ballooned outward, his pecs becoming firm and square, while his abs hardened into a sculpted six-pack that looked as though it had been chiseled from marble. His arms lengthened, biceps swelling to the size of grapefruits, veins snaking under his now bronzed skin. He could feel his hands growing rougher, as though years of gripping footballs had calloused them.

His legs were next, his thighs and calves thickening into powerful pillars. His stance widened instinctively, his body built for strength and speed. Even his neck thickened, supporting a head that now seemed both commanding and rugged. His jaw sharpened, his cheekbones more pronounced, and his hair took on a short, slightly tousled style, perfectly framing his new face.

Then his mind fogged for a moment, and when the haze lifted, everything seemed...simpler. The worries and complexities of his old life melted away, replaced by a singular focus: the game. Football. Winning. Training. Teamwork. His vocabulary shrank as complicated thoughts gave way to a simpler mindset. His previous memories of dating women and having a girlfriend vanished into thin air. Why would he ever want to date chicks? He ha his bros to take care of those needs for him, and he'd return the favor!

He grinned, flexing his massive arms and letting out a low chuckle. “Bro, this feels sick,” he muttered, the words spilling out naturally. All he'd ever have to know was football, his bros, and the Golden Army. Nothing else mattered to him.

As Ethan left to go rejoin his team, the partridge flew down from the tree. It landed right on Brody's shoulder, hidden behind a tree deeper in the woods.

"You did good, bro," he said, "this went exactly according to plan. Thanks for helping me spread the love this season. Only 11 days to go..."

Brody smirked and walked off with his friend still on his shoulder, ready to go welcome his new bro to the team.