#Winter Word Prompts

[dreamingsoflavender]

Little things that warm hearts in November

♡ Warm blankets

♡ your favorite book / TV show/ movie

♡ something hot to drink

♡ diaries and journals

♡ a cold evening with you being at home wearing your pajamas

♡ soft socks

♡ The smell and sound of rain

♡ Your favorite hot meal

[geddy-leesbian]

Winterserra Wedding fic 💍💕

word count: 3,300ish

won't be on AO3 for a while because it takes place a pretty long time after the most recent posted chapter of my main Winterserra fic because I've been having horrendous writer's block with some of the in between chapters

start of a steamy scene at one point, but fades to black before anything really explicit happens

also there's one flashback scene (entirely in italics so easily skipped if you want to) taking place while Luis was still pregnant, and the very last scene has Ethan reminiscing and mentioning the pregnancy, it's nothing too major, just putting it out there if anyone's uncomfortable with that

Ethan doesn't have anything particularly time consuming when it comes to getting ready, so after he has his suit on he gets Rosa ready, putting her fancy pink dress and flower crown on. Then he puts on the baby carrier and gets her situated in it. Originally Luis would have worn the carrier walking down the aisle because she was their “flower girl” but that plan was abandoned once Luis had his heart set on an embroidered suit. He didn't want the carrier blocking the designs in the pictures of their vows and kiss, so instead they settled on Ethan wearing her during the ceremony. 

Luis on the other hand has a lot to do. As Luis insisted on Ethan not seeing his “bride” before, it falls to Claire to help out. After he gets his suit, a fancy one with pink embroidered designs, Claire does his makeup for him and then helps him with his veil, a lacy very over the top thing that trails behind him. They don't really have much of an aisle, just a handful of chairs with their friends arranged facing a flower arch Claire and Ethan cobbled together. There's also no officiant, because it's just not necessary; there's no legal marriage yet, this is simply for ceremonial purposes. It's not the grand church wedding a younger Luis had once dreamed of, but it's all he needs. 

At the altar, Rosa is amused by Luis's veil. She sees his face through it and her own face lights up. Their vows take longer than they should, as they're both amused by Rosa determinedly reaching her arms up to tug on Luis's veil and get distracted. 

When Ethan finally lifts up Luis's veil to reveal his face, he can't help but say “peekaboo!” earning giggling and clapping from Rosa while she looks up at Luis. It may not be the most romantic thing to say in a moment like this, but it's going to make a great picture. As Luis leans down, Rosa notices the pink birds and flowers decorating his suit jacket. As they kiss, she runs her fingers over the flowers and tries grabbing one of the birds. 

They had a few folding chairs and tables scattered about for the reception. One of the tables had a highchair at it and was more decorated, with pink balloons and a tablecloth. And a pile of small presents. It was also Rosa's half birthday, and they couldn't resist rolling her into the wedding celebrations. After all, their worlds revolved around her and she was the reason they got married today, not years into the future. 

As soon as she's placed in her highchair, Rosa reaches her arms out towards the presents.

“You're right, those are for you! Such a smart princess!” Luis praises. “But you can't have them just yet.”

“That's right,” Ethan chimes in, handing Luis the plate with a pink cupcake and getting his camera ready. “Just have to have your cake before getting to presents.”

Rosa eyes the cupcake skeptically when Luis sets the cupcake down on her high chair's tray. Eventually her curiosity wins over and she starts pawing at the cupcake. Still not entirely sold on the concept of solid food, she doesn't try to take a bite of the cupcake, but at least smashes it and licks some frosting off her fingers. 

“I'll go get her cleaned up and changed for presents,” Ethan tells Luis, with a peck on the cheek. “You should go ahead and get something to eat. And drink some wine too. 

Luis does have a slice of cake and then tries to play a good host with a glass of wine in hand, greeting their handful of friends as he drinks because he knows that the second Ethan comes back with Rosa he'll have tunnel vision and forget it's not just the three of them there. 

Ethan brings Rosa back, dressed in her mushroom footie pajamas instead of her fancy dress. Back in her highchair, Luis and Ethan pass her the presents. She's definitely on the younger side as far as ability to open presents go, but her curiosity gives her enough determination to get most of the wrapping paper off each present herself after Ethan or Luis get them started for her. The presents aren't anything big, just toys and some animal picture books, but Rosa will certainly get enjoyment out of them.

It's the hardest thing Luis has ever done, handing Rosa to Claire. But he manages to without shedding a tear, because it's for something he's been looking forward to for a long time: his “first dance” with Ethan. Ethan looks uneasy at the sight of someone else taking his baby, but he stuffs his paranoia down and smiles as Luis pulls him to the dance floor, because he has a promise to keep. 

…

“So, Dr. Winters,” Luis teases. “Can you perhaps lift your bed rest order? I've been back a couple weeks, baby's fine, my bruises from the trip are gone. I need to move around, I'm going crazy.” “Is that really what you think, I've been ordering you to rest all the time?” Ethan looks just a little bit horrified by the thought that Luis thinks he's been too controlling. “It wasn't like that, I just offered to bring you things and carry you around because it seemed like you needed it. I wouldn't have stopped you if you started getting out of bed and walking around on your own.” “I'm just teasing, I know you weren't really forbidding me from anything. And I did need the extra help. Really, I was in rough shape. But now that I'm feeling a bit better, I'd like to get on my own two feet again.” “As long as you're feeling up to it,” Ethan says, helping Luis up from the couch. “You just want to walk around outside for a while?” “No. Put some music on, I want to dance with you, mi amor,” Ethan shoots him a skeptical look. “Nothing strenuous! Just some slow dancing so I can get my feet moving and think about how in love with you I am.” “Okay,” Ethan agrees hesitantly, walking over to the stereo to get a CD playing before coming back to Luis. “But you've got a history of not accepting your limits and pushing yourself too hard, so you have to promise me you'll take it really easy and listen to your body when it's telling you to stop.” Figuring out the logistics of dancing is harder than it should be. Ethan can't stand behind Luis and wrap his arms around the front of his waist to sway together because the fact Luis is taller makes it awkward. Eventually they end up facing each other, Luis's arms resting on Ethan's shoulders, Ethan's hands on the sides of Luis's waist. Occasionally his hands wander down to fondle Luis's hips, a pleasant surprise– after the night he accidentally left scratches on his hip, Luis expected him to be too nervous to go anywhere near his hips.

While they make it work, the dancing still isn't ideal. Luis can't get closer like he wants to, can't lean in for a kiss because his damn back hurts all the time and especially hates when he dares to bend it even slightly. He also feels a little bit awkward that he's dancing wearing only his underwear and one of Ethan's shirts.  But at least he's touching Ethan and Ethan's touching him and Ethan's looking at him like he's the most important person in the universe.

“God, I hate this. I danced with my first boyfriend a lot. We got fancy with it. Fast, lots of twirling and spinning, dipping…” Luis trails off. “Can't do any of that shit now. I can't even press my body all the way against yours.” “Just a few months. Just a few months and we'll have our princess here and you'll be healed up and able to do everything again,” Ethan reassures. One of his hands leaves his waist to touch Luis's “necklace”– the engagement ring currently on a necklace chain because Luis can't wear it on his finger yet. “You'll be my husband in a few months. And you'll be able to dance however you want at our wedding. I can't promise I'll be able to keep up with the fancy stuff you can do, but I can promise I'll try my best to.”

True to his word, Ethan can't match Luis's grace and speed, but does his best, letting Luis drag him across the makeshift dance floor and twirl him around. Luis is even tipsy enough to dip Ethan with no fear of dropping him, and bite his neck like they don't have an audience. 

“Okay, that's enough,” Ethan states when Luis pulls him back to his feet. “I know you're mostly healed, but supporting my weight like that is too much, you're going to hurt yourself.”

Ethan's words get Luis misty eyed. So similar to something Leon once said to him. But for once being reminded of Leon doesn't fill Luis with despair. There was a time when his attraction to Ethan was primarily based on his similarities to Leon, like he was just an inferior substitute to his dead lover. But that changed, and he grew to love Ethan for he really was. His marriage to Ethan won't be anything like being married to Leon would have been, and that's okay. Ethan isn't Leon, but he's the only other person Luis has ever been so head over heels for. 

“Hey, was that too much?” Ethan asks, concerned about the tears gathering in Luis's eyes. “Do you need to go inside and lay down?”

“No, I'm okay,” Not wanting to spoil the mood, Luis gives Ethan a reassuring smile. “Just happy tears.”

“Okay. Good,” It's Ethan's turn to drag his new husband away from the dance area back towards Claire. “Rose still needs her fathers-daughter dance. It'll be slow with her, so you won't be pushing yourself.”

Rosa smiles and starts reaching her hands out when she sees her dads walking towards her. No matter how many times it happens, Luis's heart always melts when she smiles at him. Claire compliments their dancing while Luis gets the baby carrier back on, then Claire hands Rosa over, both smiling. 

The newlyweds start dancing again, now with their baby in the mix. Sandwiched between her two fathers, swaying with Luis's gentle motions, Rosa is quite content with her current situation. 

…

The guests are all gone, it's just the three of them. Ethan moved Rosa's bassinet away from the bed, far enough that she fades into the background, but still in their line of sight and close enough that they won't be worried about something happening to her while they fool around. Then Ethan climbs up on the bed and straddles Luis's lap. They haven't had sex since before Rosa's birth, their longest dry spell. Between how long it's been and the alcohol, Luis quickly feels warm arousal pooling deep inside him. The problem is he also feels the fatigue setting in.

“Luis, get the strap on?”

“How mad would you be if I said I wasn't feeling up to it tonight?”

“Not as mad as I'd be if you weren't feeling up to it and did it anyway because you didn't want to disappoint me,” Ethan gets off Luis's lap but sets a hand on his inner thigh. It's a very intimate but nonsexual gesture– it's the area where the chemical burns caused enough nerve damage that Luis doesn't get much sexual pleasure from it being touched. Which Ethan knows; he's always very careful to stick to the areas that actually feel good when he's trying to get Luis off. “Is it just the topping you're not up for, is there something else we can do?”

“Not anything that's even close to meeting expectations for a wedding night,” Knowing Ethan will insist on asking if there's anything at all Luis would do, he keeps talking. “I'd take oral and fingers. I know you were expecting a lot more tonight, I'm sorry, I'm just a lot more tired than I thought I'd be.”

“It's okay, Luis. We have the rest of our lives to enjoy each other, there's no reason to rush anything, okay?” Ethan repositions himself yet again, moving to straddle one of Luis's thighs and lets his hands wander over Luis's body, down his chest and stomach. One hand cups his hip and stays there, his other hand hesitantly traces the skin just about the waistband of Luis's underwear, waiting for permission to go further. “You ready?”

…

Luis is set for the best sleep of his life– he's had a long day of activity, and a great orgasm courtesy of his fiancé's husband's fingers. And Rosa should be tired out enough to sleep through the night. 

Right when he's on the edge of sleep, he hears Rosa start fussing in her bedside bassinet. Luis just sighs. She should be fine. While Luis had been undressing and taking his makeup off, Ethan had changed and fed her. Soon she stops crying and starts babbling. Just nonsensical strings of syllables she enjoys saying.

“Do you want me to go downstairs with her so you can sleep?” Ethan asks.

“No,” Luis replies. “I don't mind the babbling.”

Her bassinet is on Luis's side of the bed, so Ethan still has to get up to grab her, even though he's just moving her to the bed and not leaving the room. 

“Hey, Rosa, what do you want?” Ethan asks, and he gets a gibberish response along the lines of ‘bababababa.’ “Bottle already? You ate just a little bit ago.”

“Babababa. Bick. Bookeh,” Luis manages to lift his heavy eyelids and reaches towards his nightstand, finding a book to hold up. Rosa reaches her arms out and starts squirming in Ethan's arms, trying to get to the book. They'd skipped the bedtime story routine tonight, expecting that the wedding would have been enough activity and stimulation that she'd be ready to fall asleep without being read to. They thought wrong, evidently. “Bookeh! Bookeh!”

“You picked a bad time to say your first word. Me and Daddy are too beat to properly celebrate it tonight,” Suddenly less exhausted, Luis sits up and scoots over so he's shoulder to shoulder with Ethan, and then opens the picture book and places it where Rosa's little hands can reach the pages. “And I must admit, I'm a little disappointed your first word wasn't Daddy. But it's okay, book is a good word.”

“Sometimes it feels like she's less our daughter and more your clone. Your skin tone, your eyes, your hair. And clearly she's got your smarts too,” Ethan smiles and kisses Luis's cheek. “Not that I'm complaining. I know you don't believe you're perfect, but I do, so her taking more after you is perfect in my eyes.”

Ethan lets the conversation die there, shifting his focus from Luis back to Rosa and starts reading the book to her. Luis lays back down. As much as he wants to stay up with his little family longer, he really is exhausted. It was a long day with far more physical activity than Luis is used to. And as much as Luis hates to admit it, deep down he knows his body still isn't at 100%. He feels a hell of a lot better at 6 months postpartum than he did at 6 weeks, but he still doesn't have as much energy as he used to and finds himself needing more sleep than he's ever needed before. Between the mold making him superhuman and the fact he isn't a few months postpartum like Luis is, Ethan is far more equipped to stay up long enough to get Rosa settled and ready to sleep.

Luis dozes off listening to Ethan read, and Rosa cooing and babbling in response to the story and pictures.

…

“I loved you from the moment I found out you existed,” Ethan speaking and a page turning is what Luis hears as soon as he wakes up. “Don't tell him I said this, but I was pretty mad at your papi when he told me he was having you. I loved him and he was giving me something I'd wanted for a really long time, getting to start a family. But he kept you a secret for a long time. He hid everything as long as he could. It made me upset because everything would have been easier if he'd told me sooner and I could have taken care of him and stopped him from doing some stupid things and had more time to–”

“Wow,” Luis says, light-heartedly. There was a time Ethan's words would have hurt him, but it's water under the bridge now. Luis knows he handled the situation badly, but he also knows Ethan has forgiven him for everything, and he's secure in that knowledge. Gone are the days of Luis waking up alone and having a panic attack because the hormones convinced him that Ethan must have abandoned him and their unborn child. He rolls over and sits up, seeing Ethan going through their family scrapbook with Rosa, of course open to a couple of the pages covering the pregnancy. She smiles and coos over the pictures, recognizing Luis's face. “Shit talking me to our daughter the morning after our wedding?”

“You weren't supposed to hear that,” Ethan's face goes white as a ghost. “But I was just about to get to how I understood why you hid that you were pregnant and forgave you.”

“Relax, mi regalo. I'm not upset. You had every right to be mad at me, for more than just hiding things. I'm glad you're fine being one and done, because I can't imagine going through those hormones again, I don't know how you put up with me yelling at you and crying over nothing everyday for two months…” Luis lays back down and closes his eyes. He knows all the pictures in the album well enough to imagine anything Ethan might be pointing to. “Pretend I'm still asleep and keep going through the album with her, I don't want to ruin your special moment.”

“Well, as I was saying, even though I was mad I still loved both of you. I forgave your papi fast. I couldn't be mad when he showed me the pictures of you. I couldn't be upset when I knew I'd be holding a perfect baby in a couple months. So I took good care of him to make sure you'd both be healthy and proposed because I already knew I wanted to be with him forever. And a couple months later…” Luis hears Ethan turn the page, and then more cooing. “A couple months later… I don't know if this is really my story to tell…” Ethan pauses, waiting for Luis to jump in, but he stays quiet. Frankly, it's more Ethan's story to tell. The pain was enough to fog up Luis's memories of the day. “It was a little bit scary. I was scared something could be wrong with you and it would be my fault because I'm infected with mold, and your papi was in a lot of pain and I was scared I could lose both of you. But you were born and you were perfect, even a little bigger and smarter than you should have been. And Papi had a hard time and needed a lot of rest, but he was okay and even wanted to take care of you right after.”

“This is when I was going to read you a letter I wrote you for your half birthday last night when I couldn't sleep, but,” Ethan pauses and glances over at Luis. “We're not alone like I thought we'd be and it's a little embarrassing how sappy I got, so let's save that for another day.”

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

Fic | Through Midnights Past

Status: Complete, 10.5k words

Pairings: Vasalisa Petrovna/Medved, Vasalisa Petrovna/Morozko

Tags: Time travel, canon divergence

Vasalisa Petrovna and Medved traverse the Midnight road

[dolores-hazy]

Chapped lips

Frigid kiss

Lips dried out

From bliss to chills

Heated thrills cooled

Creating creases cracking

There's a balm around here

I just know there is if only

It were where it's always been

Restore warmth to this skin

Mouth tingling for a silky glide

Salve me again

[screamn-robo-drawin]

For the monthly starbound (december) prompt:

Inn in the Middle of Nowhere

Axus and Afia unearth a small structure from underneath a sandpile. Now what to call it? a shed, an Inn, a house?

[theflyingfeeling]

fanfic rambling in the tags, nothing interesting really, just me talking to myself lol, okay to ignore or read as you please ✨

[rockingrobin69]

Bright

A sunflower instead of the roses, and Harry in shorts, in sandals, in his smile, glinting from dimple to dark-lidded eyes. Makeup? unclear. Would have to determine later, a long inquisitive lick: where have you been and what did you do before you were here in my arms.

Technically it’s a first date. For the second time. They don’t argue semantics: hand in hand to the garden, heels clicking. It was winter back then, roses and heavy jackets, heavy sighs. Now a sunflower, golden-lit smile twinkling.

Might even go well this time. Dimples and dark-lidded eyes, looking up, looking bright.

100 words for @hdcandyheartsfest’s prompt, second date.

[gaysforbyler]

idk how to do asks but i just had the WILDEST idea like what if mike almost gets will killed (or vice versa) and as he’s like almost dying one of them confesses, but then he gets better and they have to deal with the tension DO WITH THIS WHAT YOU WILL BUT I COULD NOT JUST KEEP THIS TO MYSELF

THIS IS SO GOOD I know what I’m going to be brainstorming about while I fall asleep tonight

I will write this if I ever find the time. Sadly I have to “move” and “find a job” and “go to class” 🙄. Like, dude, I’m trying to write fan fiction over here, can you not?

ALSO, if I do ever get to it, are there any details you’d want to include? Year, setting, backstory? I’m down for anything, if not my brain will run wild with it.

[cxpperhead]

I haven't decided on a date yet but Copperhead's birthday is likely to be somewhere between November 29th to December 18th, making him Ophiuchus as opposed to Scorpio or Sagittarius.

[jerzwriter]

I'm working on several holiday fics, my Tobias & Casey HC, and an E/K series end... but I don't have enough to do. lol

I loved those three-word prompts, so I'd like to ask for some again - but this is a holiday/winter/year-end edition. So...

SEND ME SOME 3 WORD PROMPTS 😊

2 Characters ** 1 Thing (holiday/winter/year-end related)

And I'll write a drabble about it.

** I'd like to limit it to Tobias x Casey, Ethan x Kaycee, Casey x Jess (OH); Trystan x Carolina (CoP); Eli x Zoe (WTD) for pairings. Platonic friendships in any of the 3 stories are cool, too - but nothing weird this time! lol

[grimgrinnrs]

" I dunno, I feel like that's kinda self-explanatory. Y'know from Christianity? You ever been to church?? You ever read a Bible??? I'm that one, I'm that Devil! "

[suchagallabitch]

shimmering beautiful & when i break it's in a million pieces

After a bad injury Ian tries to comfort his daughter

based on the word prompt: shimmer by @depressedstressedlemonzest

Shimmer

/ˈSHimər/ (intransitive) verb

to shine with a soft tremulous or fitful light OR to reflect a wavering sometimes distorted visual image

And there you go sweetface” Ian dusted off Ruby’s pillow trying to flash her the most supportive smile he could muster. In all honesty, he felt terrible for his poor girl.

He had been trying his hardest all afternoon to try to get her to at least crack a smile. Beside the embarrassed blush and flustered grin she sported when Ian pulled out a picture of her and the boy she liked from behind the dress earlier- If he could count that as a smile. Ruby was stone-faced. He didn’t blame her.

Ruby had recently torn her ACL in a pretty traumatic way. She had been suffering from leg pain prior to the incident for about a month. But her being Ruby, she brushed it off as much as she could, told no one that, hid that she grimaced any time she took a step. She took baths, rubbed herself with Bengay and Epson salt, literally everything she could in an attempt to try and heal herself. None of it worked so she just pushed her attention elsewhere, not to put emphasis on her pain.

She couldn’t think of the pain. It was finally competition season again. She had started track and field the year prior and absolutely adored it. She had been looking forward to running again more than anything. Especially since her coach was confident that she was gonna set records for both sprinting and long-distance. Ruby was ecstatic and took the words of praise as a challenge. She had always been confident, maybe a little too much so, but still, she was ready to win. Trained her ass off to assure as much.

[READ THE REST ON AO3!! ✨✨]

[mikaharuka]

One Word Prompts

I suppose this was an inevitability, after being tagged and/or encouraged by @tsunderewatermelon, @alpaca-clouds, @udaberriwrites, @0nelittlebirdtoldme, and @axolotlsupremacyowo. I'm also tagging @lena-hills, @kayedium-writes, @mrsmungus, @sliebman10, @oceangirl24, @aislinnstanaka, @writingpotato07, @danceswithdarkspawn, and anyone else who is interested, just so I have enough prompts on hand to work through. I know it'll take me a while, but it usually takes some time before the pieces click in my head anyways. Besides, I keep a running Google Doc for ideas.

(Note: this is subject to change - last edited on Jan 29, 2023)

Here's the deal. I'm completely new to prompts (as of 23/01/29), I don't work well with too many specifications, my brain is stuck in the Winter Light verse, *and* I'm placing a max word count on myself.

All of this to say:

Send me a one-word prompt (I'm open to anything, tbh)

I will write something within the Winter Light verse (either the 'canon' timeline or an AU/divergence with the same dynamics)

There is a 2.5k word maximum, but no minimum

I'm not sure how open my brain is to specific character or dynamic requests, but I'll do what I can. If there are any other topic/style-related requests, feel free to leave them and I'll try my best.

I'm a slow writer and have my long-fics and real life to deal with, so I can't promise a timeline. However, I will get to all the prompts.

I am cool writing over all ratings, dynamics (romantic and platonic), and characters. However, I will only write romantic dynamics 'canon' to the Winter Light verse (below list is subject to additions).

Carlisle Cullen / Beau Swan Edward Cullen / Mike Newton Rosalie Hale / Elle (Eleanor) Cullen Alice Cullen / Mina (Jessamine) Hale

If you are unfamiliar, the Winter Light verse is a world I created from near-scratch for my Twilight/Life and Death rewrite. I changed a lot of things - including backstories, magic system, vampire biology, dynamics, lore, history, etc. You can check out my pinned post, as well as the chapter 1 A/N in Apricity on AO3, for more information.

That's all for now. This post is subject to change in the future, as I get more comfortable with prompts and (hopefully) become more able to write specific character/dynamic/genre requests.

-Mizuka

[pizza-is-my-buziness]

Christmas prompt. Something with Sam/Deena and ugly sweaters ;)

Okay then ended up being a little short but hopefully still light and fluffy enough to be fun and Christmas-y!

“Okay but what’s the point of both of us having sweaters if you’re just going to wear mine anyway.”

Sam glances down at herself like she might have somehow forgotten what she was wearing over the past few hours, when she was dutifully attending classes and Deena was still curled up in bed buried beneath the comforter. The fuzzy reindeer on the fabric stares back up at her, sequined Christmas lights shining in the light of Deena’s dorm room, the words oh deer written in almost illegible script beneath the clash of colors and it’s the kind of thing that would cause her mother to drop dead if she knew that Sam had dared to wear it out of the house. But unless her mother has taken to lurking around college campuses to spy on her then she’ll never know all the cardinal Fraser rules that Sam has been so eagerly breaking for the past few months.

“It was the first thing I grabbed this morning,” Sam says with a shrug and judging by the smirk on Deena’s face she already knows this is a lie.

Which, of course, it is. Because the overnight bag that Sam had so carefully packed and brought with her the night before is still sitting in the corner, beside the ugly sweater that Sam had bought for herself to wear to the party at Wexler Hall. But the faint smells of Deena’s shampoo and Deena’s lotion and just Deena had lingered in the fabric of this one, which had made wearing it an easy decision to make.

Especially since, throughout her British literature lecture, she’d continually breathed in the smell of shampoo and lotion and home, turning her head to press her nose to the collar of the sweater and hoping no one noticed, pretending she could still feel the lingering heat of Deena’s skin in the fabric.

Deena sits up and she’s got on an old Radiohead shirt and not much else if Sam’s memory serves and she still looks half asleep even though it’s nearly eleven. “It looks good on you,” she says, guileless enough that it makes Sam blush even though Deena has whispered similar words against the shell of her ear or the curve of her neck plenty of times. “Better than it did on me.”

Sam rolls her eyes. “It’s an ugly sweater,” she points out. “It’s not supposed to look good on anyone.”

Sam’s own ugly sweater, newly purchased in honor of last night’s party, is sitting in a heap, only a few whiskers of Santa Claws visible in the pile of fabric. When Sam had shown her the sweater, Deena had laughed with a genuineness that had caused her head to tip back and butterflies to kick up in Sam’s stomach. Feline festive -which had, admittedly, made Sam crack a smile too when she’d seen it on the rack. Deena’s hand had pressed over the words the night before, fingers splaying out across each letter as she had pulled Sam to her to kiss her beneath the mistletoe someone had hung in the doorway of the kitchen. Deena had tasted like peppermint and sugar cookies and even still Sam can taste the lingering sweetness on her tongue.

“Looks good on you,” Deena says decisively, leaning forward enough so that she can wrap her fingers around the hem of the fabric and tug Sam toward her. “I’m going to need it back though.” Her fingers are hot as they slip beneath the fabric, settling against the small of Sam’s back and warming the skin still cooled from hurrying across the campus.

Sam lets her hand settle against the crown of Deena’s head, fingers slipping through her hair as Deena tips her head up to look at her. “Are you sure? I was thinking about wearing it to my two o’clock.”

“Nope.” Deena shakes her head and when she pushes up the fabric enough to press a feather light kiss against Sam’s hip, the idea of making it to her two o’clock class at all suddenly seems terrible. “Definitely taking this back.”

The now is most definitely implied, especially when Deena tugs Sam forward with a little more force and Sam lets herself lose her balance, tumbling, laughing, into the bed beside Deena.    

[annaofthenorthernlights]

when kitty and the beast

A prompt for the 30+Fanfic Server's December 2022 Winter event on AO3 (max words 500)

no. 14 - flight cancellation (modern au, airport au)

Fandom: Beauty and the Beast Pairing: Belle/Adam Rating M (for short mention of smut)

Read on AO3 or below the cut

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“Charles de Gaulle” airport was snowed in on Christmas day.

Adam grumbled under his breath, waiting in the line for car rental. In earlier years he might had shoved people to the side and thrown the barrier tapes around, only to quiet his cursed temper.

But his dearest Belle had done miracles to him and breathing calmly, he tried to divert his thoughts to pleasant things. Like spending a cosy evening by the fireplace with his wife, giving her his present and basking in her sparkling eyes beaming at him. He could not wait to be alone with her, and out of the airport bustle.

He let his gaze roam the great hall and his eyes fell on the sign for the hotel booking counter.

Always make the best of the situation…

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Belle had strolled off to the airport´s bookstore. She roamed the shelfs, uncertain of the genre to look for. A trashy novel to pass the driving time perhaps? Or maybe some thriller she could read out loud to Adam while he was driving? She felt so sorry, because she knew that he had been excited to get onto that plane to be home early in the evening.

And now…

She sighed, trying to get a better idea of how to make the journey a short time pass for her husband, and unintentionally she ended up in the smutty department. She giggled softly.  

Why not?

It might be a pleasant thing reading out some naughty stuff… diverting Adam´s exerted mind.

The book that caught her attention looked a rotten advice for sex positions and smutty role play. Very inspiring, goodness… she suddenly craved for their privacy.

Belle didn´t scurried to the cash desk before reason got the better of her.

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Adam met her right at the door when she came out, blushing slightly when she saw his broad smile. He seemed successful with renting maybe the last car available. Good for them. The sooner they got home the better….

“Close your eyes, darling, I´ve got a surprise for you.” She chirped, prancing on the spot like an excited child.

“That´s what I wanted to say to you, too.” He smirked. “But ladies first.” He closed his eyes, and she pressed a hardcover book into his hands.

His eyes widened when he formed the title of the book with his lips: “When kitty and the beast – get into wild hot sex time!”

Oh, my word…

“Merry Christmas!” Belle cooed chirping. “Can´t wait to get home with you!”

“Why going home?” He grinned and simply kissed her excited.

“What?” Belle glanced up at him confused.

“Close your eyes.” He said quietly and slipped an envelope into her hand.

When Belle blinked to look at it, a soft cry escaped her throat.

“The Renaissance Hotel?!”

“Merry Christmas.” Adam hushed to her lips.

[hungry-hedgehog]

Prompt: Fallen Acorns

The woods glow now, the world crunches underfoot. The weather forecasts a solid plonk of erratic acorns jumping loose at first impulse. They will roll underfoot, almost breaking some gawd damned ankles. We find it relieving to kick them, curse them out. Attribute this to the maw of Winter breathing bitterly in order to stir things up. Chase away the leaves too, and what was left of a lingering warm September.

Then the days shorten and the night shows that sweet, frightful face. Where did that Sun run off too? How is it so easy to forget about the Cold Days: those acidic, biting ones. Where everything hurts, or goes numb. This is when I beg most for that blessed sun, though she won't rise again for a whole season.

Acorns, too, are an afterthought. They fall and are forgotten. Buried or eaten maybe, but not busy. If they survive rot and consumption, then they will be sitting unassumingly somewhere as its mother tree grows bare, only to be clothed by ice and snow. It's hard to feel alive when the sun goes to die. It's hard to know hope when we cannot look it in the eye. It's hard to sit with the quiet of a muffled forest, and the only place to look is inwards. It's too easy to get stuck here, in the cold air of a grave. It is harder still to fabricate warmth inside. To celebrate and create and give when there's no light outside to remind you how it's done.

However, under the right conditions, the Oak is not lifeless. She actually roots herself in her autumn leaf ossuary. Reaches down deep to the nutrient rich soil as the sun leaves us. She is covered by snow, buried and waiting. She's doing what needs to be done. She survives. We don't remember her until she is a sapling. She grows just tall enough to feel the gentle touch of sunlight on her face. One day, after many more seasons of darkness, she may tower over everything.

Under the right conditions, we find ways too. We stoke fires together so no one candle burns out. We become resourceful. We gather to hold hands and sing. After having full, warm bellies, we remember. We mourn memories too big to hold. We sit. We nest. We breathe. We set intentions for the return of the sun.

As we and the acorn await the inevitable progression of time, we can find comfort in all the seasons the sun has returned to us. We can be assured by the abundance of giant oaks that span miles and lifetimes, glowing emerald at first daybreak.