#a miser brothers christmas s/i

[mybisexualhell]

realizing I love him…

…man my crushes are getting worse someone please send help /j also little s/i that matches my weird self, i'm selfshipping with him now 😭

meet Akuma the kitsune

North Wind you dumb jerk...I wanna punch him so hard🥰

[hargreeves-duncan]

Hey, I read your last Five fics which I absolutely loved and I was wondering if I could request a (Five x Reader) or (Five x OC) in which Five betrays the MC with Lila in the subway and when they come back MC leaves him and meets someone else who she falls deeply in love with (probably married her new partner and even has children) and years later Five finds her and he tries to fix everything because he realized that whatever happened with Lila was not real love and then he witnesses MC with her new family and realizes that it could’ve been him if only he would’ve treasured her love and stayed loyal to her?

I just love angst with a happy ending for the person who was betrayed and a miserable life for the traitor.

a/n: i’m inclined to agree, bad people deserve to get what’s coming to them!! i know everyone really wanted a pt. 2 to the cheating!Five fic and that’s what this turned into so… hope you enjoy!❤️

summary: you’ve moved on, five’s still recovering from the life that could’ve been

warnings: cheating

word count: 2.2k

tags: @snixx2088

pt. 1

Five checked the address in his notepad for the hundredth time since he’d left his apartment. He looked back up at the house with its neat entryway and wide, glorious front garden. There were cream roses spiralling around the white picket fences and he wondered if you were the one who’d painted them. You'd always had a knack for fixing things up and making them shine better than they had without you, himself included. Your entire house, no, home, was beautiful - but what else did he expect? It was yours, after all.

He took a deep breath, wringing out his hands that were already sweating profusely. He hadn’t felt nerves like these in years. It had been so long since you’d last seen him and your life looked so perfect and picturesque without him in it that he felt selfish for dirtying your lawn with his presence.

Things had been difficult during the split, you couldn’t even hold his eye or be alone in the same room as him after the events of Christmas Eve. But even after everything, you’d still been straight with him, and civil too, when you told him that you were going to stay somewhere else for a while. You'd needed some time before the two of you could be close again and, of course, he’d agreed. To tell the truth, at the time he hadn’t even minded. He had Lila then. Why was there any need for you to stay around?

But after a while, she had left too. For Lila, their seven years together really only had been a fling, a spur of the moment. She went back to her husband, her family. And Diego, being softer than you were, let her, no matter what she’d done or how badly she’d hurt him. The two of them had pushed forward and eventually they’d made it to the other side. They weren’t the same couple as they had been, but they were doing better, and for them that was enough.

After that, Five had grown bitter towards you and the way you’d reacted. Why couldn’t you see things the way Diego had? Why hadn’t you taken him back and reassured him that you would fix it all, like his brother had done for Lila? That was how things were supposed to go.

He was angry at Lila for a while too, for choosing her family over the future he wanted with her. He hadn't understood how their affair was formed by circumstance, not love. He knew better now.

Looking back, a small part of him actually respected you more for turning him away. It was strong of you to choose yourself for once and he was proud of how you’d pushed through, even when he had begged and pleaded for you to take him back. 

He wouldn’t do that today, he promised himself, as he marched on and up the steps of your front porch. He brushed his hair out of his face and then he reached up, knocking on the door. He heard the soft thump of feet on the hardwood floors draw closer.

The door opened and there you stood, smiling, “Hi!” You paused as you registered who it was that stood in front of you. Shocked, you said, “Oh! You are not the mail.”

Five laughed softly, shaking his head, “Uh… I am not, no.” He silently looked over you, taking in the ways you’d changed since he last saw you. Your hair was slightly longer than it used to be, but it looked good, suited you. As did the outfit you were wearing. He didn't dare to say that out loud though.

“I… Hi, Five. What can I do for you?” You asked, stepping out onto the porch and gently closing the door behind you. He’d missed your soft-spoken voice and hearing it made a dreamy smile form on his face.

“I wanted to check on you, see how you’ve been.” He gestured to your front door, “May I…?”

You hesitated for a moment but then you sighed, nodding and smiling weakly, “Yeah, of course. Come on in.” You say, opening the door again and leading him inside. You’re walking three strides ahead of him as you ask, “Can I get you anything? Tea? Coffee?”

“Uh, yeah. Coffee would be great, actually.” He says, blinking up at you in slight surprise as he steps into your home. He was expecting more resistance. The interior of your home is just as nice as the outside. It’s warm and so clearly full of the love that you’ve put into it. His eyes are drawn to the pictures on the shelf in the walkway.

There are a few of you with his siblings. He’s not surprised about that. In the wake of your divorce, it was you that they’d sided with and, even now, they were still treading lightly around Lila and him at family functions. What does surprise him are the two children that Klaus has his arms wrapped around in the family portrait at some celebration or other. They feature in several photos, dressed in pretty dresses and sporting toothy grins in almost every one.

Before he can overthink it, your voice is calling out to him, “Five?” You poke your head out of the kitchen door and he smiles resignedly. He stands up and follows you into the kitchen. He sits on one of the stools at the island.

The only sound comes from you, pouring out his coffee. You fetch yourself a water and then slide his mug towards him. He smiles gently, taking the warm beverage into his hands, “Thank you, love.”

Leaning on the counter, opposite him, your head snaps up to look at him as you laugh nervously. Catching his mistake, Five shakes his head, laughing a little himself, “Sorry. I guess it's still a force of habit.”

“It’s fine.” You say with a small smile, sipping from your own glass. The silence becomes comfortable. There was something familiar about this routine, enjoying the quiet company of one another and it settles any nerves left in Five.

Steadying his breath, his eyes search the kitchen for answers of what your life has looked like these last few years. More than a few times, he’d asked his siblings and they’d given little or sometimes even nothing to work with. He wished he still knew your ins and outs like he used to.

He finds his answers hanging up in a frame on the far wall. It’s a nice photo of you, your happiness shines out of it and watches over the room. There’s someone else in it too. Five doesn’t recognise him but by the placement of his hands, he knows what he must mean to you.

Five clears his throat, pointing to the photo with his mug, “Who’s the guy?”

You look up and feel your cheeks flame as you find the photo you had taken on your last vacation, “He’s my partner.” You say and your smile is shy as you talk about him. One mention of this guy and you’re already indescribably smile-y.

It makes Five’s stomach churn when you say, “We’ve been together for nearly five years now.”

“Oh, wow…” He says, eyebrows raising. He’s trying and failing miserably to mask his surprise and pain. It’s not as if he expected you to come running back into his arms with some crazy love confession or anything, but he didn’t think you’d have moved on either.

What hurts the most is how happy you look to be talking about your new partner, your eyes lit up with affection that used to be reserved for him, “That’s… that’s amazing, congratulations.”

You smile softly, wrapping your arms around yourself as you set your glass down, “Thank you.”

“And the kids in those photos in the hallway…?” Five says, glancing over his shoulder as if they’ll come barreling in at any second. He’s not sure he could face two girls with eyes just like yours staring back at him.

You nod, “They’re mine, yeah. They’re three. At pre-school right now, but, you know…” You answer, shrugging and smiling at the thought of your twin little girls.

After your time at The Commission, you’d been terrified of the mother you'd be. Some days it still felt like you were waiting for the other shoe to drop and for you to turn into a cruel, awful person. But, you hadn't so far and your partner was always there to soothe you when those thoughts started to creep up on you.

You were still learning that it was okay to be a mother and have had your own life before that as an assassin. Being a good killer didn’t stop you from being a good mother and you were more than capable of giving your girls the love they deserved. Everything you did was for the good of them and you were doing an amazing job at giving them a happy and completely normal life.

“Jesus, wow…” Five laughs to himself, running a hand over his face as he looks back at you. He’s speechless, hearing about the wonderful life that you’ve built yourself. He feels a deep-rooted guilt spring up in him. He never gave you that life but it was plain to see how much you craved it and how you were thriving in it.

He’d spent so long saying that maybe, one day, in between all of the chaos of your lives, you’d find time for a quiet life like this. He’d spent every waking moment pushing the future and its commitments as far away as he could, arguing that all he wanted was to focus on you whilst he had you in his arms. But he had never given you what you wanted and now you’d found it with someone else.

Swallowing down the ache in his chest, he pulled his mug closer to himself, seeking out the warmth of it on his palms to ground him, “You look really happy.”

“I am, I really am.” You say, smiling softly at him. You were happy that Five had come here today, that you could get some true closure on your time together, it felt like a lifetime ago now. Sunlight poured into the kitchen and your bracelet shimmered under its rays, a dazzling silver.

A strained smile makes its way onto Five’s face at the sight of it, yet another symbol of the fact that didn’t belong to him anymore. It hurt to admit it but silver suited you far better than gold ever did, and he’s sure that there’s a metaphor somewhere in there but he wasn't ready to face the truth behind it yet.

You take another sip of water and there’s a peaceful silence that falls over the room that gives you both the chance to absorb everything that’s passed between you in the last two decades. You look over his features and tilt your head to the side, “What about you, though? How’re you doing?”

Five could answer with what he’s really thinking - that he’s sorry for putting your dreams on the back-burner and that he didn't treasure you the way should've the first time around. He wants to tell you that if you go with him right now and give it all up that he can be the one to provide for you instead and he wants to tell you that he would be so much better than your new partner ever could - but he won’t, he promised he wouldn't.

Instead, he smiles weakly, shrugging his shoulders as he sits up, “I’m doing okay.”

You’ve said it yourself, you’re happy as you are and, unlike him, you're not hung up on the 'what ifs' and the 'could've beens'. You don't need him anymore and he's not selfish enough to risk ruining your happiness just to make some pathetic promise that you both know he won't keep.

“Yeah? That’s good. I’m glad.” You smile and the genuinity in your voice is the real kicker. You’re such a good person that you still care enough to want to know that he’s alright after everything, when he's still weighing up whether he should ruin your relationship or not.

He can’t help but question if he ever deserved you in the first place.

There’s a knock at the door and the both of you jump slightly. You laugh, “That must be the mail.” You set your glass down, padding out of the room.

He chuckles to himself, nodding, “Looks like it.” He mutters, finishing the dregs of his coffee and places the mug down on the counter as he stands up. He has to get out before he ruins your life all over again with words that you don't want to hear.

Walking back into the room with two boxes on your hip, you watch as he picks up his coat, “Oh! Please, don’t feel rushed, you don’t have to leave yet. I don’t have to go get the girls for another few hours.”

Five shakes his head, “No, it's alright. I’ll get out of your hair.” He says, walking into the hallway, “Thank you, by the way, for the coffee.”

“Of course, you’re welcome.” You say, following behind him as he walks out of the door.

He hovers on the porch and you smile kindly at him, “Just... please, don’t be a stranger, Five.”

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to."

[lipglossanon]

16 December

Real bro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, incest, dead dove, bratty reader, mean Leon, dirty talk, angry sex, light spanking, degradation, unprotected sex, creampie, cheesy ending lol

not proofread

It’s another lame ass Christmas party that Leon’s been roped into going to, only this time he was able to bring you along. You’re pissed, but he doesn’t give a fuck. He’s not going to be the only one miserable. 

Only now, you seem to enjoy flirting with some sleazy dickhead to piss him off—and it's working. He’s seen the guy around at a few other parties, hitting on girls and then dumping them for the next piece of ass. Lucky for you, he’s not gonna let that happen. Leon walks over to you, grabbing you by the bicep and rudely pulls you away. Dragging you through the house, he finally shoves you into an out of the way bedroom. 

Shutting and locking the door behind him, he rounds on you. “What do you think you’re doing? Acting like some fucking slut.”

“What’re you talking about?” Your voice raises in frustration. “It was some guy, who by the way I’m not even interested in! Not that it’s any of your fucking business!”

Leon’s chest burns, a red flush creeping up his neck. “It is my fucking business! I’m looking out for you, you know like a fucking brother.”

“Please.” You roll your eyes and Leon’s irritation spikes. 

“You’re being an asshole,” you scoff. “I can talk to whoever I want to! And besides, you’re just now going to conveniently play the big brother card?”

Leon bares his teeth in a mean smile. “By all means, tell everyone I’m your boyfriend. That you like your big brother fucking you.”

You sneer and lightly slap his shoulder with the palm of your hand. “Fuck you, Leon. You know exactly what I meant.”

“Do I?” He reaches out and grabs your wrist, a tight enough grip that you can’t pull free.

“Yeah,” you spit out, trying to wrench yourself free from his hand. “Let go.”

“Make me,” he taunts, a nasty grin slipping into place. “Aww, you can’t. What a shame.”

Before you can say anything else, Leon snatches you by the waist and wrangles you over to the bed. He ignores your bitchy words and the slaps and kicks aimed at him; pushing you down, he clasps both of your wrists in one hand and uses his free hand to yank your skirt up. 

“Gonna fuck this bratty pussy, little sis. Teach you to keep that mouth shut.”

You buck your hips wildly, jostling him enough his hands slip. He laughs when you push at his shoulder, then takes hold of your shoulders to flip you onto your stomach. Snagging a hold of your biceps, he forces your elbows to bend so he can bring your arms behind you, stacking them on top of one another. Now, he’s able to keep a grip on both as well as press you down into the mattress with his body weight.

Your head is turned to lay against the pillow, one eye looking at him angrily, lips twisted into an angry pout. Smirking, he lands a harsh slap to your ass.

“Don’t be so upset. You shouldn’t have acted like a fucking baby.”

He spanks your ass again and you huff angrily. 

“Fuck you, Leon.”

“Oh, you will,” he leers, pulling your panties down to your thighs. “Gonna stuff this cute pussy with cock and cum til you behave.”

You yell at him, but it doesn’t stop him from cupping your mound, fingers teasing and touching your clit. He chuckles when you grind down against the pads of his fingers, humping his hand. 

“Good girl, you want it just as bad as I do.”

He shuffles his jeans and briefs down until he can pull his cock out. Giving himself a few pumps, he presses the head against your wet hole, sinking into your silky heat. His hand presses down on your arms, keeping you in place while he uses his free hand to press down on your head. He slams his hips against your ass, groaning at the feeling of your hot pussy sucking his dick in eagerly. 

Your muffled moaning spurs him to pound into your cunt with rough deep strokes, his cock never leaving the snug walls of your slick hole. He’ll never get tired of this feeling, fucking insane to think his little sis has a pussy that’s such a perfect fit. 

“Cute fucking pussy,” he grits, biting down on your clothed shoulder. “Could just stay buried in this perfect cunt.”

You tighten around him, pussy fluttering and gripping his cock so tight—he chuckles, humping your ass hard enough the sound of your skin clapping together fills the room. 

“Want me to rub that swollen little clit?” He teases at your ear. “Want me to reach down and play with that slippery pussy til you cum?”

He grunts when you strangle his cock in your soft, wet cunt. It’s almost too tight for him to pull out, but he quickly fucks back into your pussy, stretching your cute hole. 

“Really working for that creampie, you little brat,” he pants, grinning when you whine in agreement. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave you empty. I’ll stuff this hot, sweet pussy so good I’ll be dripping out of you the rest of the night.”

Your ass cants back against him and he lets go of holding your arms down, moving his forearms to bracket your head, the new position allowing him to fuck you hard and fast into the squeaking mattress. 

“Play with your clit,” he moans, watching one of your arms sluggishly move to slide under you body. “Fuck, that’s it, make that cute pussy feel good.”

Less worried about you cumming, Leon pumps his cock in and out of your squelching heat. His own orgasm wound tight, balls heavy with the need to stuff your bratty pussy. You squeal into the pillow, body thrashing underneath him while your cunt flutters and pulses around his cock. 

“You cumming? Fuck, so fucking tight, sis,” he bites down on your neck, hips pistoning against the fat of your ass. “Gonna cum in you, fuck, gonna breed my little sister’s needy cunt. Fuck—“

He cuts himself off with a loud groan, cock shooting rope after rope of hot, thick cum—painting your walls white even as your pussy milks him for every drop. You whimper and whine when Leon slips out of your puffy, used cunt. Flipping you onto your back, he crowds into your space, dragging his cum and slick covered dick across your sticky mound while he kisses you sloppily. 

Moaning, your arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him close. Your tongue licks into his mouth and he sucks on the slick muscle with a groan. Eventually, Leon pulls away, looking down at your swollen lips and feeling his cock twitch against your dripping pussy. 

“Let’s go home,” you murmur, eyes half lidded. “Wanna suck you off.”

“Yeah?” He grins. “Can I give my little sis a facial?”

Whining yes, you tug him into another messy kiss. Maybe, Leon thinks, holiday parties are good for something after all. 

[bones4thecats]

hi bon,

can you do Hades, Poseidon, Thor and Herac

husband and s/o just finish with gathering, when s/o been drag by Aphrodite

husband been drag by Zeus/Loki to Aphrodite new establishment

as husband enter one things they saw all the server wearing a cute sexy bunny outfit which husband don't care

then husband saw s/o been drag out by aphrodite while wearing those while said s/o trying to hide everything which failed miserably

s/o saw husband and have turn into mortified as their husband saw them in said outfit. husband outrage with aphrodite while zeus/loki used those as blackmailed.

in private husband said that s/o look cute in those outfit

A/N: This was an interesting request. Honestly, I can see all of this happening to them each, as I can see Aphrodite getting bored and yoinking their S/O just for something fun to happen. She’s definitely a teaser.

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💀 Well this was quite odd, Zeus never really visited him down in Helheim, and while Hades protested at the start, Zeus didn’t take anything

💀 He was dragging him to Aphrodite’s newest opening ‘restaurant’ in Valhalla

💀 Hades was very loyal to his S/O, so going there felt like betraying their trust, and he did not like that

💀 But, Aphrodite had taken his S/O away earlier that day, and he couldn’t let them see them there possibly, but Zeus’ hold was surprisingly good

“ Now, older brother. You are to stay here, I will get something to drink. “

💀 He watched confused as his brother left him at the table, and as he looked at the nymphs walking around in very revealing outfits, he looked at the ground like Poseidon always did

“ Oh come on, Aphrodite! I am not going out there wearing this damn thing! “

💀 Your voice? Why were you here? And what was Aphrodite making you wear?

💀 Looking up from the marble floors, he saw a familiar big chested woman holding you in place, and you… oh my Helheim you were wearing a bunny outfit

💀 You tried hiding certain parts of your body from the other Gods in the facility, and Hades was one of the first people you had seen

“ Aphrodite. They’re changing and going home. Now. “

💀 Aphrodite smiled and giggled before allowing your embarrassed form to go back to change

💀 He cannot lie though, seeing you in that? Woo

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“ No. “

🔱 He did not want to go in the slightest, but with how Zeus kept trying to blast him for being a buzzkill, he couldn’t take his whining anymore

🔱 Poseidon stood up and followed his younger brother as he walked through the fairly decent looking facility that Aphrodite had put together

“ Go ahead and sit. I’m gonna go get something at the bar, Hera can’t yell at me here! “

🔱 He sighed and sat down, opening the book he had grabbed from his study before leaving his and your palace

🔱 While reading, he could hear Zeus start speaking, or rather, flirting with another woman until the familiar slap sound echoed, making Poseidon smile for a second

🔱 But while that got him to react a bit, hearing you yelling at Aphrodite made him look up

“ I am not going out there in this, Aphrodite! Kiss your Christmas present goodbye! “ “ Oh come on, dearie~ I believe that someone out there will really like this~ “

🔱 Excuse me?

🔱 He stood up, summoned his trident and walked away, his book being sent back home to his desk as he strolled to the back of the building

“ I swear to you, Aphrodite! I will get Poseidon to end every connection with you if you make me walk out there with all of those lustful assholes! “

🔱 Poseidon saw you dressed in a bunny outfit and glared at Aphrodite, not making eye contact, but surely scaring her to the core

“ How about you change now? “ “ Thank the Gods. “

🔱 He’d rather you thank him but, it’ll do for now. And even he cannot deny, you looked fairly nice in the outfit…

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���️ Loki does not give in easily, and Thor knew that, he grew up with the God

🌩️ He walked behind Loki as he rambled about how nice the place appeared, and he only answered questions with a quick glance

🌩️ He had sat with Loki as he ate moussaka while Thor only looked out the window at the passing birds and people

🌩️ The thing that caught him out of his appearing trance was Loki whistling and his comment

“ Isn’t that your S/O? Oh, Y/N! “

🌩️ Thor looked up and he froze like ice when he had seen you, you were wearing a beautifully wove bunny outfit and because of how revealing it was, you were trying to hide certain body parts

🌩️ His cheeks glowed slightly red as he told you to go with him to change, glaring slightly at Aphrodite as you walked past her, she only giggled as Thor wrapped his cloak around you, hiding your form from certain Gods

🌩️ Once you changed, he looked at you and patted your head, saying;

“ While I did not approve of Aphrodite putting you in that outfit without your consent, I will have you admit, you looked nice in it. “

🌩️ You laughed nervously as he wrapped his arms around your waist, sitting you on his lap as he laid his nose in your neck

“ And I will have to teach you what happens when you look that nice for others~ “

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💪 His father wanted him to get out of the palace, to get out and about, have some fun!

💪 Ares and Hermes had decided to tag along, since he had nothing going on, and Zeus was happy to have both of his sons around, after all, now he can say he got drunk and hit on women for the environment

💪 A ‘guy’s night out’ as he said

💪 Heracles sat down and watched the other people walk around in outfits that were described by others, including his brothers, as ‘far to revealing’

💪 But, of course, their father liked it, how gross… damn old pervert

💪 He looked at Hermes as he called his name, and Ares’ face was frozen looking behind the demi-god

“ I believe you have a surprise behind you, it appears to me that- “ “ Y/N’s wearing a bunny outfit! “

💪 Ares’ interruption made Hermes glare at him and made Heracles snap his head behind him in shock

💪 It was true, you were wearing the ears, tail, outfit and all, and it made him get so flustered

“ Oh Heracles! I didn’t see you there, do tell, does Y/N look good or not? “ “ They- um… they look good… “

💪 Aphrodite chuckled and pat your head, saying you could change

💪 Well, this was going to be an interesting night, your husband was now very flustered, and he couldn’t stop imagining you in the outfit

💪 Help this poor boy!

[c00kietin]

I can't title things for the life of me so uh please forgive me-- I'll just call this Cookiemas for now! :D

(just to say in advance, I used she/they pronouns for Roxie!)

"When're ya writin' your list to Santa?"

"I'm not writing a list."

Roxie was shocked at Lucia's response. Christmas was just around the corner, and this killer was being as festive as possible for her first holidays. Swapping out their usual pink sweatshirt for a red one (because red is Christmassy!!) and putting a Santa hat on everything in the house- besides Lucia- Roxie was ready to celebrate! However, her friend didn't seem so prepared.

"Why not? Don't you want any presents?!" Roxie widened her eyes. Lucia just rolled hers.

"I can't think of anything I'd particularly like. Besides, Santa isn't even real anyway."

"YES HE IS!!!!" yelled Roxie defiantly. Santa and his gift-giving was basically the first thing they learned about Christmas. She saw him everywhere in the shops!

"Who do ya think gives the presents to everyone?" She crossed her arms.

Lucia sighed. There was no point in telling Roxie the truth. They wouldn't believe her. She instead drew her attention to the abundance of Christmas decorations surrounding the two of them. Toy reindeer, flashy string lights and a rather miserable Christmas tree to name a few were some of the items that suddenly appeared in her house the other day. Not to mention the Santa hats. So many Santa hats....

"I plan on gettin' more stuff for the outside!" Roxie beamed, noticing how Lucia was..."admiring" her work.

"Please don't. I'm not going to have my house stand out here. Or have you forgotten we're criminals?"

"I know that, duh!" they pouted at the stern look she gave them. "Why can't we have any fun 'round 'ere? It gets BORING, ya know!"

"Your definition of fun is different to mine." The woman narrowed her eyes at Roxie. If only they didn't care about Christmas so much. Maybe then she could've had as much peace and quiet as she usually did- which wasn't a lot, but better than what she had now in December.

An abrupt knock on the door interrupted their bickering. Roxie perked up and excitedly ran to the door, staring through the peephole.

Of course it was Luciano.

"Ah, Roxie! Merry Christmas to you." Lucia's twin brother let himself in and flashed his smug grin.

"Happy Christmas to ya too!!" Roxie was glad someone else FINALLY had some interest in the festive spirit besides her.

"Do ya like the Christmassy stuff?" she asked eagerly. Luciano chuckled, entertained by her childish joy.

"It's certainly colourful. I never knew you had the money to afford all this, my friend."

"Oh nah, I just stole-"

"What do you want?" Lucia interrupted Roxie flatly and glared at her brother. He smugly grinned again.

"Only here to deliver you a present to my dear friend- and sister."

"Hey! That's Santa's job to deliver presents!" Roxie frowned. Luciano gave her a confused looked and blinked slowly.

"Well, where is it?" Lucia grew impatient.

"Right here!" He smiled and out from his suit pocket took out three tickets.

Roxie was...underwhelmed, to say the least. She wanted a butcher's knife and juicy steaks for Christmas, not some paper scraps. Paper didn't even taste nice!

"Ice skating?" Lucia raised an eyebrow reading what was printed on the tickets. Her and Luciano used to do it together when they were younger- one of the few fonder memories she had of her childhood. She was significantly more skilled at skating than her brother, who was as stable as a baby giraffe on ice. She couldn't quite remember why they stopped that tradition.

"Ice skatin'? Huh?" Roxie repeated. This still couldn't compare to a pile of steaks.

Luciano tried to explain. "You know, wearing shoes with blades on the bottom-"

"BLADES?! LIKE KNIVES?!"

"...yes, blades and gliding-"

"-or stumbling," Lucia smirked.

The twin grumbled and tried to continue.

"...across an ice rink. I thought it would be nice for the three of us to do something enjoyable together." His face softened.

Roxie was invested as soon as they heard "blades". Although, knowing Lucia, she doubted she'd want them going. She'd probably say it was "too dangerous" or be a real grouch- no, Grinch- about it.

"Why not?" the woman shrugged gently, holding on to two of the tickets. She decided it would likely be better to keep Roxie's on her too to avoid the risk of consumption.

Luciano and Roxie turned to stare in unison and surprise.

"Quit staring at me funny. I'll go get ready." With another roll of the eyes, she got up and left the room.

"It's not on for another few hours-!" her twin called.

"Nah, she just takes a reeeaaally long time to look nice!" giggled Roxie.

"SHUT IT! I CAN HEAR YOU!" you could hear the embarrassment in Lucia's voice as the other two snickered.

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[czennieszn]

the magic of christmastime | l. castellan ❆

part 1: s(mitten) for you, luke castellan

child of aphrodite reader (Y/N) x luke castellan (fluff, a bit of angst, some anxiety)

It's Christmastime, the season of magic, miracles, and snow in the city. Celebrating their first Christmas together as a couple, Luke and Y/N are eager to participate in Christmas traditions. And what better way to get in Christmas spirit than going shopping in the Big Red Apple, the splendid New York City. There is only one problem, getting the permission of Chiron and Mr. D.

w.c. 2.5K (let me know if you would fancy a part 2!

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I love Christmastime. From the flurry of people that crowd the malls of New York City, to the actual flurries of soft white snow that encase the concrete, making the Big Apple look like a giant snow globe, it's safe to say that Christmastime sparked a little bit of magic in you. Every year after Thanksgiving, a silent countdown would begin; the countdown until Christmas. Thirty days. Twenty-nine days. Twenty-eight days. Time didn't move any slower. But during these thirty days, the Christmas traditions got you through the month.

Baking and decorating Christmas cookies, wearing matching sweaters, drinking hot cocoa, and watching Christmas movies on your old DVD player, were things that you were anticipating doing this Christmas. Except, this Christmas would be different. It would be a little bit more magical, because this Christmas, you had the golden-eyed curly-haired Hermes boy with a crooked smile to spend it with. And you were delighted.

"Luke..." you gently nudged your boyfriend, teasing him with a smile. He was lying on your bed with his hands stretched out, your monthly subscription to Vogue magazine in his hands. Even under the dimly lit florescent fairy lights, Luke looked magical.  His lips were pursed in concentration, and his faint freckles were dotted across his nose. Eyebrows furrowed, he diverged his attention to you.

"Yes Y/N..." he responded in an equally teasing tone. Turning his head, you softly played with his curls as he rested in your lap. He twinkled his eyes like a newborn puppy, a look he knew was impossible to resist. You tried to endure the nonchalant disposition on your face, but the corner of your mouth gave you away. Smiling gently, you looked away and giggled. The effect this boy had on you couldn't be explained by science, it couldn't be explained by the gods. Gods, you were so in love with each other.

"What if we-" you began to say. He jokingly rolled his eyes. "I can't wait for another one of your "grand ideas" again Y/N. The last time you started with "what if we", we ended up in trouble with Mr. D and had to spend two months on stable duty," Luke laughed.

"No wait I'm serious! I promise we won't have to shovel horse shit ever again!" You said, trying not to laugh. 

"That was miserable, never again," Luke mocked you.

"I'm genuinely being serious, here me out!" You playfully eyed him.

"Okay Princess, what is it?" Luke whispered as he stared at your lips.

"What if we go into the city for some Christmas shopping..." you trailed off, unsure whether he would be willing to go with you. 

"Hmm," Luke closed the magazine and returned it to the magazine rack that Aphrodite gave you for your sixteenth birthday. You remember how elated when your mother met with you on your sweet sixteenth and winked at you, urging you to pursue Luke. Now here you were, two years later, with her advice fully followed through. 

There was a pregnant pause as Luke played with your fingers. "I hope you don't mean Christmas shopping at the camp gift shop," he jokingly said.  You shook your head quickly while you laughed, your curtain bangs swinging from side to side. "I've kind of had enough of the Stoll brothers and their practical jokes on these not-so-practical gifts." Rolling your eyes, you recalled last year when the Stoll brothers had slipped you two love potions, giving you googly eyes for Chiron and Luke groveling at Mr. D. It was a whole fiasco, leaving you and Luke thoroughly embarrassed for a minimum of two weeks.

"Noooo," you dragged on the word as you tilted your head. "I mean like, what if we went into the city to go shopping? Wouldn't that be fun," you suggested. "Do you think Chiron would let us?" You lightly breathed.

"Well, there's no way we'll know if we don't ask," Luke grinned. 

"Wait so you'd be willing to go shopping with me?" you held your breath. 

"Of course, anything for you Princess," Luke caressed your face. You were leaping with joy, and you practically ran out of the Aphrodite cabin to stalk Chiron for his permission. 

"Let's go, let's go!" You attempted to drag Luke as he groaned. "I'm comfy here, can we wait until tomorrow to find Chiron," Luke attacked you with his puppy-like eyes. Nope, you weren't going to fall for that now, no matter how impossible it was. 

"Please Luke we should go now, tomorrow morning is in twelve hours, something bad could happen and he may not let us go," you flashed him your best smile in retaliation. Playfully rolling his eyes, he tugged your hand and you fell onto the mattress. Squealing, you lay on top of him, what a goof. But you are so into this goof. Cheekily smiling, he smothered you in kisses: on your face, on your neck, on your collarbone. Peppering all surface areas of your body with love. 

You were violently blushing, turning a shade of red from your cheeks down to your neck at the sudden PDA. All of a sudden, you were self-conscious of your siblings in the cabin. But, they certainly paid you two no attention as they were used to the displays of affection. Awake and animated, Luke's eyes momentarily flickered animalistically, but they quickly returned to his typical soft-golden retriever demeanor. You both knew what he wanted at that moment, but given the circumstances, ew, gross.

"Okay," he whispered, satisfied at the reaction he got out of you. "Let's go," and he tugged you up suddenly as you guys ran out the door. The run eventually turned into the light jog because (a) you guys had just finished dinner and didn't want indigestion and (b) you had already exercised enough for today (the Apollo kids had run an archery obstacle course that was grueling, leaving a dull ache in your arms and feet)

"Chiron!" Luke called out into the distance, as we saw a faint outline of the centaur's shadow. He was going into the big house, probably to put curlers in his tail before he retired to his bed for the evening (Grover's words, not mine). Before he disappeared into the shadows, he gestured to us, letting us know to enter the Big House. Panting, as you were nearly exhausted at this point (don't get me wrong, I'm not unathletic, but the distance from the Aphrodite cabin to the Big House is quite far) At this point, you were going to get appendicitis before you could step into the Big Apple.

"Luke, wait a minute," you said, running out of breath. For a powerful demigod, you certainly had limited endurance.

"Are you okay Y/N," Luke dramatically gasped as he held your hand.

"I'm perfectly okay, just a tad out of shape," you sighed.

"Well Princess, just a few more steps and then we are there," Luke softly replied. Silently nodding your head to Luke's words of encouragement, you two approached the Big House. Unconsciously, you began to peel your cuticles, and Luke gently pried your hands away from your delicate, beaten skin. You deeply appreciated when he did things like that, paying attention to every detail, focusing on you, and double-checking that you were healthy and mentally okay.

The waning crescent that brightly illuminated the night sky depicted your mood; the fading of a bright idea in an endless world. This feeling wasn't new to you, and you could feel your energy waning. All the bravado that you had previously shown to Luke had wilted. Instead, you were now left uneasy, waiting for Chiron and Dionysus to chagrin you for your dangerously silly idea. A sinking pit of anxiety settled in your stomach. Damn, for how often my anxiety just shows up, it may as well start paying rent, you thought, trying to ease the war of emotions swimming in your mind.

Are you sure that you are okay? Luke bent down his head so he could be at eye level with you.

Yes, hopefully, you silently blinked back. He understood the scope of your anxiety, and during the especially bad days when you were left hugging yourself and biting at your nails, he would hug you instead and play with your fingers. Besides being a great boyfriend, he was an even more understanding person, and you loved that part of him.

Alright, gametime, Luke winked to you, as you two crossed the boundary between fun! rainbows! camp! and imminent doom featuring half a horse and an overgrown drunk toddler. The floorboard creaked as you two entered the Big House. Mustering up the remainder of your confidence, you took a deep breath and entered a book room where Chiron and Dionysus were sitting.

"We have a proposal for-," you gestured before being rudely interrupted by Mr. D slurping his diet coke. He raised an eyebrow, challenging you to continue. You momentarily glared at him before resuming your composure.

"Like I said, Luke and I have been thinking of-," you continued before being rudely interrupted for the second time by the overgrown diet coke-addicted toddler.

"Please, Dionysus, respect for the demigods for once," Chiron rolled his eyes, partially annoyed at Mr. D for acting childish, and possibly because we had interrupted his nighttime routine. Hey, if someone asked me to do something if I was in the middle of a manicure, I would also be thoroughly annoyed.

"To state the point that was never said," you pointedly glared at Mr. D and he tilted his head back at you to say fair point, "Luke and I were thinking of going into the city for one day to do some Christmas shopping."

The room was silent. All you could hear was the crackling of the fireplace, and even then as every log burned a hiss of malice escaped the chimney's base. Then Dionysus let out a big guffaw, startling everyone in the room.

"Oh my gosh you're joking are you? You came all the way to tell us that?" Mr. D gasped for breath and wiped his tears as he was laughing too hard. 

Dead silence echoed (can silence echo?) throughout the room. We were serious (for once). Mr. D could sense that no one else in the room was in a playful mood, and soon shut his mouth, a rare occasion. Under different circumstances, I would have probably pointed that out to Luke and given him a sly look, but tonight was not the night.

"Wait, you two are serious," Mr. D gestured to both of us while giving us both a pointed look of disappointment.

"Please Mr. D, we promise to be safe-" Luke began.

"For two senior counselors who have been at camp for a very long time, might I add, you two surely haven't gained any knowledge for all the time that you've been here," Mr. D frowned. 

"Please, we haven't gone anywhere in years. We promise to be safe and take any precautions needed," you pleaded. You just wanted this one thing. It might have been selfish, putting your lives in danger for a silly whimsical idea of yours, but it would make your first Christmas spent with Luke magical.

"You two are year-long campers for a reason," Mr. D firmly stated. He was correct in that respect, powerful campers like you two attracted monsters from far and wide. With your powerful charm speaking abilities and ability to create illusions of someone's greatest desires, and Luke's incredible sword fighting abilities, and not to mention his ability to bend the air in ripples as a traveling method, you two were quite a dynamic couple.

"Chiron," You pleaded, as you turned to Chiron. Chiron seemed deep in thought, as he pensively stroked his goatee (do I call it a horse-tee? centaur-tee?).

"These two of our campers are some of our best campers. They know how to adequately defend themselves in any situation tossed their way, am I correct?" Chiron turned to you two, the right corner of his mouth fighting a smile. You had never been so grateful for Chiron's existence until that moment (putting aside that time that he taught you the full extent of your illusional abilities, that was amazing of him).

"Yes, yes Chiron," Luke said, as you vigorously nodded your head.

"Yes, we will carry golden drachmas and Iris message you in case anything goes wrong," I tried to persuade them. "Not that we will inherently cause anything to go wrong," you trailed off.

"We will also bring weapons, just in case anything happens," Luke jumped in right away. "We will take care of ourselves, we promise."

"Think of this like a test, if we come back, we live, if not, well, we die. If we can't even handle the city that surrounds us, if we get called to a quest, well, that means we are screwed," you joked, also not joking at the same time. Hoping that this would persuade Mr. D, you gave Chiron a quick thumbs up, a symbol of your gratitude for having trust in you two.

"Hmm," Mr. D hummed for a while. You hoped he wasn't asleep, it was past that groggy toddler's bedtime.

"Well I permit Luke Castellan and Y/N L/N to spend the day in New York City tomorrow, granted they come back with gifts for me as well," Chiron winked.

"Oh yes, yes!" You excitedly said, a wide smile spread across your face.

"Of course, we will buy gifts for you Chiron, and for you as well Mr. D," Luke continued.

"Hmm, alright. And you two promise that you will stay safe?" Mr. D questioned.

"Yes sir," you two responded stoically.

"And within reach at all times?" Mr. D continued.

"Yes sir," you two nodded.

"Well I permit Lukas Clarkson and Y/nN La/N to spend the day in New York City tomorrow, granted they come back with gifts for me as well," Mr. D retorted, horribly butchering our names. Neither Luke nor I corrected him, fearful that he could suddenly have a change of heart and change his mind.

"Thank you so so so much!" You grinned.

"Have a great night!" Luke said, as he practically dragged you out the door.

"We did it! Oh my gosh, we are so good!" You excitedly hugged Luke the moment you exited the Big House. Hugging you and lifting you in the air, you two laughed joyously as you two landed on the lawn. Landing on top of Luke, you played with his hair. You hadn't left Camp Half-Blood without your mother, who would whisk you to some location in New York City for a day-trip gossip session.

"We did amazing, Princess," Luke smiled up at you. He squeezed your waist, causing a tornado of butterflies to travel up your navel.

"Well, we better get a long night's sleep tonight. We have an extremely long day tomorrow," you shyly smiled.

"Great idea babe, but first," Luke cheekily grinned, as he flipped you upside down. Startled, your eyes widened as Luke began to unabashedly pepper kisses across your face, neck, and collarbone. You didn't care that you two were in public, you were just grateful to have a wonderful boyfriend and wonderful people who could trust you two. You couldn't wait for tomorrow. 

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[greenerteacups]

The great hormonal storms in book 5 lead me to this ask: let's talk about sex. Or at least sex ed. Does Hogwarts have it (at least in LH'verse)? Is that a nurse duty or a Head of House one? Did Narcissa sit her baby boy down for The Talk, at least to impart how Miss Granger would return to her parents in the same state she left them or at least unimpregnated? Did she outsource that task to Uncle Severus? Did Ron share what his older brothers passed down? What does our favorite victorian-in-spirit know abt sex beyond "lie back and think of the bloodline" and his hormonal daydreams?

I'm l o s i n g it at the idea of Narcissa instructing Draco to leave Hermione "unimpregnated," which, I just — I think the minute she uses those things in the same sentence, Draco hits the road at the speed of Mach Christ. He's gone. He's not here. He's not in the building. Can't have the Sex Talk if you can't fucking catch me, Mom. (For the record, I can fully see Narcissa trying. She's much less prudish than Draco is — gossips about adultery with her 11-y/o son on Christmas morning, references Ye Olde Wilde Times with Lucius, cracks the occasional bawdy joke, etc. — she just doesn't often see the need to discuss it, being aware that Draco, as far as she knows, remains an un-Awakened little Victorian. The Great Granger Debacle of 1995 is likely raising her suspicions there.) That said, Draco knows what sex is; for some reason my mind gravitates to the slightly handwavey answer of "boy's dormitory." I'm picturing him in his four-poster, curtains drawn, pretending to be asleep, while Ron and Harry have a free-ranging, horrifically creative conversation about what Ron thinks sex is (courtesy of the twins). Optimistically, Neville hops in with corrections from Augusta Longbottom's sexual etiquette seminars. Either way, Draco never, ever reveals that he has heard this conversation.

Or, alternatively, he and Theo have a really intense heart-to-heart during that summer before third year, which would do a lot to explain why the two of them are so weird about each other basically for the rest of time. (Raising the question of where Theo/Pansy/Daphne learned it. At age 12, Pansy got an excruciatingly detailed Talk from her mother, who was scared to death of a teen pregnancy pitching their family into ruin; Pansy, deciding it was unfair she had to suffer this and Theo did not, inflicted said Talk on Theo, who was just relieved that he didn't have to ask Sibelius. And Daphne grew up around so many healers that she just badgered them until someone gave in and told her. She's also a stated connoisseur of trashy romance novels, so. Make of that what you will.)

I think that Hogwarts, being modeled in mores and general Vibe from old English boarding schools, probably is not the most forward-thinking with sex ed. I also do believe Severus Snape would sooner jump off a bridge, and I kind of need him for the plot, so I've got to spare him that grave and important duty. Poppy Pomfrey probably gets the question the most of any staff member, and over the years, I think she's honed her answer down to a tight 3 minute-monologue that covers all major topics.

Odds and ends in the same vein:

Hermione gets a sit-down with the Drs. Granger the summer before her thirteenth birthday, so sometime in August, 1992. It is meticulously explained and flawlessly presented, with color-coded diagrams, an index, and a syllabus. It includes a diagnostic chart for common STIs and a spreadsheet on birth control options. Dr. Granger gets excited after a tangent about ovarian cysts and runs to pull out her old copy of Grey's. Hermione spends the whole time fully miserable, wondering why parents couldn't be like, greengrocers or something. (That doesn't stop her from asking questions, obviously.)

Ron, like all Weasley men of his generation, gets a knock on his door sometime around his 14th birthday, and Arthur invites him to "go fishing." This is code for "stand by the river and try to keep a will to live while your dad explains the mechanics of sex, its importance, and the value of waiting until you feel comfortable and safe sharing that level of intimacy with a trusted partner" (sic).

Fred and George got separate talks, because Arthur wanted to emphasize that he sees them as individuals; however, Fred ran back and immediately recounted it all to George, who proceeded to feign extraordinary expertise in it the next morning, to his father's horror.

Ginny's "go fishing" equivalent is Molly taking her out for tea and delivering a well-meant but incoherent combination of abstinence-only sex ed, aggressive body positivity, and highly technical discussions of how to insert a diaphragm. Ginny, who bullied the real story out of Bill years ago, is baffled, and to this day can't say for sure what she was supposed to take away from it.

Harry spends his 14th birthday at the Burrow. Ron and his brothers make a blood pact in advance not to tell him about it, though, so when Arthur invites him out for the day on August 1st, his sole thought is: oh, nice! Can't wait for some fun fishing :)

[forabeatofadrum]

Ever After (21/22)

Notes: Hello everyone, happy Christmas Eve for the ones who celebrate, and for the people who are in a different time zone, happy Christmas Day and first day of Hanukkah to those who celebrate. If not, happy Tuesday evening/Wednesday morning.

I am here with the final 2 chapters of Ever After. Yes, I added a chapter. I planned an epilogue at the end of this chapter, but that became huge, and it felt fitting to give it its own chapter. Enjoy!

AO3 | S&C

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BELONG

Moving on isn’t working. Blaine’s chambers, which once felt like a comfort, feel like a prison. But he also doesn’t want to travel, because it reminds him of his time with Kurt. The potions have all been removed, and he’s trying other things than alchemy, but nothing seems to invigorate him.

Blaine isn’t moving on. He’s not moving at all.

“Blaine,” Cooper comes in. He’s home today. “Come down for dinner today, please.”

“I’ll see.”

“No,” Cooper says sternly, “You must. We have something to say.”

“Cooper-”

“Blaine, stop. Look at yourself! Would Kurt want you to be this way?”

“Don’t say his name!”

Cooper sighs.

“Blaine, if I have to drag you out of bed, I will.”

Cooper’s scarily strong, so that convinces Blaine. He puts on some simple clothes and follows his brother to the dining room. His parents are waiting.

“Blaine,” his father says, “Have a seat.”

“I’m not hungry,” Blaine says.

“Still,” his mother insists, “We need to talk.”

“… I don’t want to.”

“Well, then let’s cut straight to the point,” Cooper says as he takes a seat in front of the roast, “I may have found a way to bring you to Kurt’s world.”

That does grab Blaine’s attention.

“W-What? How?”

“The All Power works in mysterious ways, Blaine,” Cooper says, “And it’s still Royal. I have the intention to help you.”

Blaine finally sits down. Cooper explains that he may possibly make a portal towards Kurt’s world, but that is will be another one way portal, and that Cooper doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to achieve it again.

“What we are saying is…” the queen trails off. It’s difficult for her. “You can go to your love. But by doing so, you will leave Daltonia behind.”

Leave Daltonia behind?

“Your father and brother and I have discussed it at length,” his mother continues, “We don’t want you to leave, but you’re miserable! If this grants you happiness… Well, as your mother, that is all I have ever wanted for you.”

“But- But…”

This is all too much, too sudden.

Yet, Blaine cannot deny that for the first time in weeks, he feels awake. And hopeful.

“Blaine, we’ve always wanted the best for you,” his father adds, sounding sad and serious, “We’ve seen how you have never, uh, done anything in life until you met Kurt. He changed you, forever, for the better. You and him are connected in a way we cannot comprehend.”

Kurt reacted to Blaine’s potions. Blaine could read The Cooper Chronicles if wanted.

“We’ve always wanted you to find your Passion, but maybe it cannot be found in Daltonia,” his mother says, trying to hide her sadness, but it’s a lot for her too. She’s telling her son to leave to a place where they can never see each other again.

His father nods.

“Think about it, Blaine. Please. You cannot go on like this, and if this will be your happiness, then maybe the kingdom of New York is where you need to go. Then that might be where you belong!”

Where he belongs?

Blaine’s never felt like he’s belong anywhere else but in Daltonia. He loves Daltonia. It is his kingdom, his home!

But to be fair, he’s never had a reason to even consider the possibility that he’s better of elsewhere. At least until now.

“I can go to New York?” he asks, as if he needs to be reassured that this is really happening.

“Would you want that?” his father asks.

Yes, he wants to shout. That’s the first answer that comes to his mind. Yes, yes, yes!

But the severity of the situation hits hard too. If Blaine leaves, he will never be able to return. He will never see his friends and family again, and it breaks his heart. This is ultimately why Kurt decided to go home.

Can he do that? He watches his parents. His mother is visibly trying to fight back tears. His father looks shaken too. Cooper keeps staring at the roast, but not because he wants to eat it, but because he needs to have something to look at. He can’t look at Blaine now that he’s said what he wanted to say.

But his parents and friends will know that Blaine is going to a better place. It’s not like Kurt, who was unwillingly taken.

Yet, Blaine cannot ignore that his heart has sped up, and that his pulse is rushing, and that his entire body is tingling with excitement. He knows what is he asking of his loved ones. He knows what this means. But he wants this. He definitely wants this.

“Mom, dad, Coop…”

“Yes?” his mother says.

Blaine nods. He can’t put it in words without everyone breaking down, but his mother’s eyes widens and she gets it. His father also clenches his fists and hangs his head in defeat. Cooper nods too.

“I’m-”

“Don’t apologise,” his father interrupts, “You are chasing your happiness. Don’t ever apologise for that.”

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Preparations are made. Blaine knows he won’t be able to take much with him, and there’s not a lot to take with him in the first place. It’s a reminder that most of his life was nothing. All the stuff he owns don’t mean anything to him, except for memories of his family.

He packs up his father’s cloak that he used to keep Blaine warm, his mother’s ring that was given to her when Blaine was born, and Cooper’s stuffed dragon that he passed on to Blaine when he grew up.

Blaine wants to stay around for Cooper and Mel’s wedding. It’s a small ceremony, and it’s a private one. His wedding to Arasha was a big Royal spectacle, but given the infidelity, they keep it small. Arasha is there too, to Blaine’s surprise, and it gives Blaine the chance to say goodbye to her as well. Cooper’s posse has been told about what Blaine’s going to do, and even though Blaine never really talked to anyone except Arasha, he almost cries when everyone wishes him luck.

His friends come to say goodbye too. They don’t know the full story, but they know that Blaine is leaving to never return, but that he’s going to follow his lover. That is also what will be communicated towards the kingdom. It’s utterly romantic.

Blaine tries to savour every moment that he has left with his family, but then it’s time to go. Cooper’s gone aflame, ready to unleash the All Power to create a portal.

Silva’s made clothing that somewhat matches what Kurt wore. Then she leaves to give the family some privacy.

“Do you have everything?” his mother fixes the lapels of Blaine’s weird jacket.

“Yes.”

His mother can’t hold it in. She almost crushes him in a hug. His father joins and the three of them hold each other for a while.

“It’s time,” Cooper’s voice pulls them out of their moment. It’s true. A fire-y portal has emerged in the throne room.

“I love you, Coop.”

“I love you too, Blaine,” he says back, “Say hi to Kurt for me.”

“Will do.”

He gives his parents one last hug and then it’s time.

Blaine turns around and know he can’t look back, because it’ll break him. He walks towards the portal headfirst. He goes through it and the flames lick his arms and legs, but it doesn’t burn. Cooper would never let the All Power hurt him.

He keeps walking through this fire until he sees a light at the end of this road. Blaine has to squint his eyes, because the light is almost blinding. He shields his face with his hand, but he keeps walking.

Further, and further, and further.

Until-

“What the fuck?”

Blaine’s eyes have to adjust to his new surroundings. He’s inside… a building. It looks run down and there are curtains instead of walls. Blaine’s arrived in a living area of sorts, and a woman is staring at him with wide eyes.

“What the fuck?” she repeats, “How- This- What?”

She seems lost for words.

“Santana, could you please tone it down I am trying to-”

Blaine turns around. A wall-curtain has been drawn and Kurt is staring at Blaine with wide eyes, as if he can’t really believe what he’s seeing.

"Holy shit," Kurt says.

"Holy shit indeed," Blaine says back.

“… Blaine?” Kurt sounds breathless.

“Kurt?”

“Yeah, uhm, hello? Is anyone going to explain what the hell just- There was a blue fire and- I mean… What?”

Kurt and Blaine both ignore Santana’s questions. They keep staring at each other. Blaine’s too afraid to make the first move. What if this was a misunderstanding? What if Kurt’s moved on in their weeks apart?

But then Kurt’s running towards him, closing the small distance between them, and throws his arms around him.

“Blaine?” he sounds awed.

“I’m here, love,” Blaine says and tears start forming in his eyes, “I am here. I am right where I belong.”

When Kurt kisses him, he knows it’s the truth.

[highfunctioningflailgirl]

Damage Control - 3x08 A Very Supernatural Christmas

“Hfffttthh…!” Sam miserably sucks in air through gritted teeth while Dean wraps a band-aid around his injured finger. He’s missing an entire nail after the Walshes pulled it out with pliers, and Dean has to stop himself from exclaiming a loud and angry “Fudge!” 

For all their quaint-and-cozy 50’s behavior, the pair of pagan gods had been anything but nice: apart from the nasty wound on Sam’s finger, they’re both sporting deep knife cuts on their forearms, and the vote’s still out on who’s got a bigger lump hidden in their hair from getting knocked out. At least Dean got away with all his teeth still in his mouth.

“Hold it up,” Dean instructs, pointing at Sam‘s hand. “It’ll throb less.”

“It’s not that bad,” Sam claims, face pinched.

“Oh yes it is,” Dean chuckles darkly. He’s had his own share of ripped-out or blackened nails to know exactly how much such an injury hurts - small but torturous, and a bitch to deal with until the nail at least starts growing back. “Gimme that arm.”

Gently, he unwraps his bandana from where he’d tied it around the slash below Sam’ elbow.

“Stitches?” Sam asks, his lips a thin line.

Inspecting the wound, Dean shakes his head. “Nah, didn’t go into the muscle. Steri-strips will do the job.”

“And you?”

Sam frowns at the bloody dish towels Dean had wound around his own arms at the Walshes’ house before fleeing the crime scene.

“Same, I guess. I’ll live.”

Ten minutes later, they’re both leaving the motel bathroom with bandages around their forearms and butterfly stitches and steri-strips pulling uncomfortably underneath. In need of an anodyne, Dean walks over to the kitchenette and peers into the fridge. Its contents are bleak: some left-over Chinese takeout food and a half-eaten, re-wrapped sandwich along with a lone bottle of beer.

Not good.

“Are we out of beer?” 

”Huh?” Sam joins him, his right hand protectively cradled in his left. “Looks like it. I don’t think there’s any in the trunk. I hauled two six-packs in here when we arrived.”

“Well, we need some.” Frustrated, Dean thuds the fridge shut a bit too forcefully. “Sad enough that it’s Christmas Eve and we’re sitting in this shithole looking like Bad Santa worked us over. I’m not gonna spend the night sober on top of it.”

He casts a morose glance around the old-fashioned motel room with its smelly, threadbare carpet, outdated furniture and depressing green-brown decor. The ceiling light casts a sickly yellowish sheen over it all, and the lone art print over their beds is so faded, he can’t even tell whether it’s a landscape or a crappy still life of some kind. 

Normally, he doesn’t care all that much. He’s used to living out of duffel bags in cheap motel rooms, and he’s learned to keep his expectations low so he can enjoy the occasional perk - magic fingers, pay tv or even a whirlpool tub - all the more. But it’s Christmas Eve. His last Christmas. And he can’t help longing for some coziness and that childlike feeling of wonder he remembers from his very early childhood. 

Mom. 

She made him Rice Krispie treats when he was little, and he can still remember the scent of her hair when she lifted him up to place the tree topper on their Christmas tree.

Dad. 

In the snowy driveway of their house in Lawrence, on Christmas morning, teaching Dean how to catch a softball with his shiny new glove until his fingers were nearly frozen from the cold.

Dad.

Years later, unexpectedly making it back from a hunt in time, stepping into their motel room with boxes of take-out food - the good kind that smelled of mashed potatoes and gravy and pie. Sometimes, he brought presents - a new knife for Dean, a book for Sammy. Sometimes, he even brought toys.

Sammy.

He will never forget the night his brother gave him the amulet - originally meant for Dad, but it ended up being the most precious gift Dean had ever been given. To this day, without its familiar weight around his neck, he felt naked and incomplete.

“Well, if you want more beer, you’ll have to go and buy some,” Sam explains into his thoughts. “And good luck finding a store that’s open tonight!”

Right. Ypsilanti, Michigan, is not exactly a major city, and business is likely to close up shop for the holidays. 

Dean groans. “Dammit. I'll find one. There’s got to be a Gas’n Sip somewhere, at least.”

“Bring some food while you’re at it,” Sam suggests. “That Chinese stuff in the fridge smells like feet, and I’m not ending this year with food poisoning.”

Sighing, Dean shrugs into his jacket and digs for the car keys. Finding a place that’ll sell more than microwaved pizza rolls tonight won’t be easy. But it’s Christmas, and even if Sam's doing his best to ignore that fact, Dean’s going to try and find him a decent meal. It’s what he did when they were kids, and he’s not going to stop now, while he’s still around.

“Hey Dean, maybe gas up the Impala, too? It’s running on fumes.” 

Offended, Dean scowls at Sam. “What are you talking about? Her tank’s almost half full!”  He takes care of his car, and - unless they’re entirely broke - he never lets her run low on fuel. Hunter’s rule: always keep the runaway car in good shape. Dean lives by that law. Especially since Dad died and passed Baby on to him. 

Sam blinks innocently. “Is it? Still. Just to be on the safe side.”

Dean frowns. Something’s up with his brother. He can’t put a finger on it, but something is off.

“What’s going on with you?”

“Huh?” Sam runs his good hand through his hair. It’s getting way too long. “What do you mean?”

Dean circles a flat palm at him, gesturing. “You’re being weird.”

“I’m not.” Injured finger sticking out, Sam puts his hands on his hips.

“Yeah you are,” Dean says. “You’re giving me stuff to do, doing what you can to send me away, as if-”

He stops, realization suddenly dawning. It’s Christmas Eve. His very last Christmas. And while Dean would like nothing more than to make it count, Sam wants the opposite. He wants Dean away because he can’t bear the thought that this will be the final time. 

“As if what?” Sam inquires.

Heart in his throat, Dean looks around the room, not at Sam. Then he waves him off. “Nothin’. I’ll be quick. Ice that bump on your head! You may have a concussion the way you’re acting.”

He doesn’t have one. Otherwise, Dean wouldn’t leave him alone. But it’s the best he can come up with, and Sam seems to accept it. At least, he doesn’t come back with any kind of retort and lets Dean walk out the door. 

Outside, the air has gone crisp, and the puddles in the parking lot are turning to ice. Dean wonders if they’ll have snow tonight.

xxx

Inside the motel room, Sam turns off the ceiling light and sneaks up to the window to peer through the curtain. He can see Dean crossing the parking lot, huddled into his too-thin jacket, the paved ground starting to glitter. When Sam hears the familiar rumble of the Impala, he waits until it recedes into the distance before throwing on his own jacket and going outside.

Scanning the assortment of cars in the lot, he spots an older Honda parked in a puddle of shadows where the scantily placed streetlamps don’t reach. Even with his injured hand, it’s a matter of seconds until he’s picked the Honda’s lock and another minute until he’s hot-wired it and eases out of the motel compound as inconspicuously as possible.

Taking a left turn, he aims for a gas station he saw a couple of miles away the day before. He’d seen a 24/7 sign and a small stall selling Christmas trees - the crooked left-overs no one had wanted to buy. Hopefully, some will be left. Hopefully, the stall’s still open. For Dean, he’s going to pick the best one he can find. 

The Damage Control Series Masterlist

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[jokerislandgirl32]

You self ship with the grinch? :O that’s so awesome and cool I’m happy for you guys!! Can’t wait to learn more about your ship with him! —CCFM

Thank you so much for this sweet and supportive ask! Sorry it took me a while to get to!

But, yessss! I do selfship with the Grinch!

This is a selfship I kept quiet about for a while, partly because of the strong hold Zach’s had/has on me, partly because of my ex’s reaction to finding out I liked Grinch a while back (it was not pleasant), and because I was trying to pursue an in real life relationship (haha, that endeavor is failing miserably)….But I’m now embracing my handsome green guy! So thank you, thank you, thank you soooo much for your support!

As of now I’m still in the beginning stages of figuring out the details of my ship with him. Originally, I wasn’t even going to create an official self insert, but after talking and brainstorming with my wonderful mutual and friend @creativegenius22 we’ve figured out a baseline for this self insert! Thank you so much for your help with this process and for being such an awesome friend!

So introducing….

Aurora Borealis Who

Image made with this picrew!

The tag for this s/i is her full name, #aurora borealis who, the tag for any grinch f/o stuff I post is #mr. grinch 💚, and the tag for the AU is #ribbons and bows au. I haven’t figured out a ship name for them yet, this is still in the works! If any of you have suggestions, please let me know!

Fun Facts about Aurora and how she met her wonderful Grinch are below the cut! This became wayyy too long, so consider it as something of a character ref sheet too I guess? lol, enjoy!

Age: 20s, probably early to mid 20s.

Apperance: Short, petite stature (she’s built like Donna, but is only as tall as Grinch’s chest). Long, Blonde hair styled with heart shape buns, parted bangs, and a little heart wisp; aquarium colored eyes, a cute little Who snout, earrings, pink clothing, and a white ribbon given to her by Grinch that she fashioned into a necklace.

Aurora is a fun, lovable, kind, compassionate, hyper Who that adores Christmas (like her Who counterparts).

Her parents named her after the natural phenomenon Aurora Borealis, since she was born in winter, specifically on December 22, the date of the Winter solstice.

Her father passed when she was a child resulting in her being raised by only her mother. Her other family members include, 🥁….Donna, Cindy Lou, and Buster and Bean Who! Donna is Aurora’s aunt and Cindy Lou and the twins are her cousins! They are related through Aurora’s father/Donna’s brother who passed.

She grew up taking initiative and learning to care for herself in order to help her mother out, resulting in her becoming a delivery Who for various companies throughout Whoville. Her real dream is to help take care of/teach children (hmm wonder how that might come into play later…).

This leads her into the arms, I mean clutches, I mean…into the lair…lol, of the Grinch! She is the only delivery Who that Grinch has not scared away. She persists and lets any insults thrown her way roll right past her.

Grinch and her first meet a couple years before the events of the movie when he needs parts delivered to his cave to repair some damage that resulted from one of his hating Christmas fits. After this they develop something of a friendship and he begrudgingly allows her into his cave every now and then as they grow to know each other/become friends.

When Grinch plots to share Christmas she notices an increase in deliveries to his cave, she questioned him about this, and he reveals his plans to steal Christmas because he feels he can trust her. It is at this point they start to have romantic feelings for one another.

Instead of getting angry with him she accepts it, she places her hand against his cheek and says, “if this is what you have to do to heal…I can’t judge you, and I won’t stop you.”

She hugs him kisses his cheek before she leaves, vanquishing any form of friendship they had and making them something more 🥰.

And…I think I’ll save the rest for future posts!

Their love song, by the way, is the inspiration for the AU name! It is Ribbons and Bows by Kacey Musgraves!

[angiezidler205]

The Break Up

Part 2

Daggett woke up again to sobbing. He went upstairs to comfort his brother in their shared room. The break up happened five days ago and Norbert has been sobbing every night and eating ice cream while listening to country music every morning. Daggett has tried so hard to get Norbert to take care of himself, but he never listens! He walked inside the room to see Norbert holding onto the plush Rocko tight. His body was shaking as he sobbed all over the plushie. Daggett walked towards him and picked up Rocko's shirt and placed it on the pillow. Norbert sobbed, “W-Why can't I-I be h-happy!? I l-loved him s-so much!!! H-He w-was my m-m-moon!!!”. Daggett sat behind him and rubbed his back. Norbert squeezed the plushie earning a “I love you Norbert “ in Rocko's voice. He wailed as he heard his Beloved Wallaby. Daggett soon heard the phone ring and rushed downstairs. He grabbed the phone and answered it.

“Hello?”, Daggett said exhaustingly.

“Hey Daggett. How's Norbert holding up?”, Filburt asked, exhausted as well. 

Daggett rubbed his eyes, “Not good. He couldn't stop sobbing all over the Rocko plushie you gave him on Christmas. How's Rocko?”. 

Filburt let out an exhausting sigh, “Never Better. He's been clutching onto Norbert's shirt and begging Norbert to come back. Every night he wakes up hoping it was a nightmare but he lets out a wail after realizing it's not. Every morning he listens to every Frank Sinatra song and eats donuts while sobbing.”. 

Daggett rubbed his temples, “We need to get them back togetherrrrr.”. 

Filburt agreed, “But how!? We've tried everything!!”. 

Daggett sighed, “We need a miracle.”. He then heard a loud wail from the phone and Filburt winced. 

“I gotta go, Rocko woke up and Heffer is asleep. See ya Daggett.”, Filburt said quickly before hanging up. 

Daggett hung up as well and lay his head on the table. He wishes that there's something he can do to help them get back, but every time he tries to convince Norbert to fight he always sobs. The phone rang again and Daggett answered it. 

“Hello?”, he said while massaging his temples.

“Daggett?”, A feminine voice said through the other line. 

“TreeFlower? Why are you calling this number?”, Daggett asked, surprised. 

“I need to talk to Norbert.”, TreeFlower answered. 

“Sorry TreeFlower but he's not in a good mood. He and Rocko broke up a few days ago and he's been miserable ever since.”, Daggett said while yawning. 

“I'll be there in about two hours then. I'll explain everything.”, She said in a serious tone and hung up.

Daggett stared at the phone confused and hung up as well. He went upstairs to his room and walked in on Norbert sleeping. He walked towards him and noticed the bags under his eyes, his fur in a tangled mess, and his teeth getting longer. Daggett sighed and sat by his feet. His eyes grew heavy and soon fell asleep. He wished that they do gross mushy stuff instead of this. 

Heffer woke up again to Rocko whimpering Norbert's name. He got up and walked towards the bed to see Rocko sobbing softly on Norbert's shirt. “N-Norbert… Please c-come b-back. I n-need you! Please d-don’t leave m-me!”, Rocko sobbed as he curled up more. Heffer sat down and rubbed his back comfortingly. He wished he could convince him to win Norbert back but Rocko always repeated that Norbert deserves to be with a female. He heard a small knock and looked up to see Bev smiling sadly. 

“Hey sweetie, why don't you go downstairs and get some rest and food. I'll take it from here.”, She said as she petted Rocko's head. Heffer nodded and left downstairs to eat. Bev then heard Rocko sobbing softly and gently shook him awake. “Rocko dearie. You need to wake up.”, She said calmly as she noticed Rocko's baggy eyes getting puffed up more from crying. Rocko opened his eyes and looked around hoping to find Norbert, yet no sign of his beautiful beaver. Rocko teared up more but Bev lifted him up. 

“Ok sweetie no more crying. You've been like this for far too long. You need to eat and bathe sweetie, not continue to stay like this.”, Bev said as she carried him to the restroom. Rocko tried to wiggle free but his body was too exhausted from depression and just gave up. Bev soon sat him down on the sink and pointed at the tub full of warm water. 

“Bathe. And don't even think about doing Nothing. I have a little watchdog that will make sure you'll clean every inch of your body.”, Bev said while pointing at Spunky. Spunky barked in agreement. Rocko looked at them and nodded. Satisfied, Bev went to the door, “Your clean clothes are folded nice and neat on the toilet seat. When you're done I want you to come downstairs to eat.”. Rocko nodded again and Bev soon closed the door and went downstairs. She saw everyone sitting together eating while Heffer was asleep on an inflatable mattress. 

“Ok everyone, now we all know that Rocko and Norbert are no longer together. We don't know why or what made them break up, but we all know that they can't live without each other. So I plan for all of us to convince Rocko to get Norbert back!”, Bev said with determination. Everyone stared at her a bit concerned, then Doctor Hutchinson spoke up. 

“Wouldn't that be a bad idea? We don't want to make the situation worse.”, she said while looking at Filburt. Bev then spoke up, “No because I know what true love is. If you leave someone and you can't live without them at all, then that proves you really do love them that much. I've witnessed Norbert’s reaction to the break up and I know what a brokenhearted expression looks like. Exactly like how Rocko looks right now.”. 

Everyone nodded but Filburt spoke up softly, “What if they moved on?”. Everyone was quiet for a while. They shouldn't move on that fast right? They don't know how Norbert is but they could ask Daggett. Bev then slammed the table, “I know they would never move on. Rocko loves Norbert and Norbert loves Rocko. If Norbert were to move on then I'll buy everyone drinks, movies, ice cream, and a large bed to sit on and watch movies on a flat screen TV!!!”. 

Everyone was shocked and Filburt spoke up, “That's impossible to buy Mrs. Bighead.”. Bev looked at him, “So is Rocko and Norbert moving on.”. Everyone now understood what she meant and agreed to her plans. They're going to convince Rocko to get Norbert back, whether he likes it or not. They soon heard the bathroom open and footsteps coming downstairs. They looked up to see Rocko coming down looking a bit better, except for his puffy eyes, and felt relieved that he's here. 

Rocko looked at everyone and waved sadly, “Hey. Everyone…”. Doctor Hutchinson smiled sadly, “Hey Rocko, how are you feeling?”. Rocko looked away a bit, “A little better but I'm…. I'm still..”. Everyone noticed him tearing up and Bev got up, “Ok Rocko no more tears. You need to win Norbert back!”. Rocko looked at her shocked and shook his head while tears fell, “I-I can't! He deserves better! H-He deserves a L-Loving wife to cook for him, t-to spoil him with expensive stuff, and to h-have Kids with him!”. Everyone stared in shock then got up. 

“Did he tell you that?”, Filburt asked in shock. 

Rocko shook his head quickly, “N-No! But.. One of his ex relatives said that. She knew Norbert more than I did….”. 

Heffer soon got up and looked at him mad, “Rocko. Do they even know how happy Norbert looked?”. 

“N-No…”, Rocko said while looking at him. 

“Did they know that Norbert always laughs at your silly shenanigans?”, Filburt asked. 

“No.”, Rocko said, looking at Filburt. 

“Did they know how Norbert is always his true self around you?”, Doctor Hutchinson asked while crossing her arms.

“No.”, Rocko said a little louder while looking at her.

“So what makes you think Norbert deserves better?”, Bev asked while pointing at his chest. “I've seen how Norbert reacted when the break up happened. He had that same reaction you had. So whoever said that about Norbert, doesn't know Norbert the way You do!”, She claimed while everyone agreed.

Rocko nodded and looked at her, “B-But how can I get him back? What if he doesn't want to see me…”, Rocko said while looking at the floor sadly. 

“Get him something he Really likes. Something that makes him understand that you made a mistake and want him back!”, Bev said while everyone nodded. Rocko thought about it for a bit, “He does like flowers… And the Lickety Split.”.

His eyes then widened, “I can get him some Baby's Breath, Honey Suckles, Forget-me-nots, Amaryllis, Red Roses, Calla Lily, Orchids, and Heliotropes!”, Rocko said as he became more confident. Everyone looked at him confused but shrugged and cheered for him. “Go for it then!”, Filburt yelled along with Heffer.

Mrs. Bighead smiled and teared up in joy, “Ohhh! It's so good to have your little confidence back!!”. She embraced him and everyone joined in the hug. 

Now to Get Norbert Back! 

*growl*

After Eating!!

Norbert woke up to the doorbell ringing, his head aching from the sound, and he got up. He noticed Daggett sitting up asleep and lay him on his bed. He covered him up and left the room. As much as he didn't want to do anything but sulk, he feels bad for having Daggett to do everything for him. He went downstairs and walked towards the door. He answered it and his eyes widened in shock. “TreeFlower?!”, he said while backing away. 

TreeFlower smiled sadly, “Hey Norb. We need to talk.”.

[mybisexualhell]

Decided to change my Tywasc/Ambc self insert

ok so i'm using Dust Devil to selfship with Snow Miser not Eclipse anymore because I wanted an s/i that kinda represents where I live, I live in a part of Arizona where it never snows and after a year of begging my parents to go to Bearizona which is in Willaims(a town near Flagstaff) they finally took me and my siblings, they weren't looking forward to the snow but I was overjoyed since it would be my first time, I was 13 and I remember while we were driving it started snowing and I was amazed, even the whole time we were there I just loved it and I still do…sorry for rambling guys lol, it was just a magical experience for me

still figuring out how to draw Snow Miser in my style but i'm learning.

Ship tag- ✨❄silly snow/sand devils🌪😈

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Platonic Cuddling Masterlist

Go Ahead Rip My Heart Out (ao3) - spacepixie michael/calum, luke/oc M, 33k (WIP)

Summary: “You waste your money on the dumbest shit.” He murmured under his breath hoping Calum didn’t hear him. But alas the other man did as he shoved Michael roughly in the chest before grabbing his coffee cup and exiting the shop leaving Michael dumbfounded. 

Or 

Angsty Malum & road trip(s)

holding on (ao3) - citiesbelow michael/crystal, mentioned sierra/luke T, 1k

Summary: After their first headlining shows in years, the boys don’t want to split up to go to bed. This is just shameless fluff.

Just Know That It’s The Same For Me (ao3) - slashter michael/luke, calum/ashton, michael/harry E, 5k

Summary: Luke doesn't get what exactly happened between them at the dinner, replays the conversation over and over in her head but to no avail. She's stuck, completely lost, and, to top it all off, still so fucking in love with the one person who won't give her the fucking time of day.  It's absolute shit.

[Or the one where Luke is head over heels for Mikey but Mikey doesn't seem to feel the same way]

Keeping Us Together (ao3) - Strength_in_pain T, 91k (WIP)

Summary: Twenty-two year old Ashton Irwin is the older brother and guardian of his three younger brothers: Michael, Calum, and Luke. He and his brothers are coping with the death of his parents. Ashton has too much responsibility with bills, work, keeping the house in order, and being a full time parent. His three brothers aren't making it easier for him. Ashton is struggling to keep his family together.

maybe this is just as good as it gets (ao3) - bellawritess T, 2k

Summary: "Do you guys like me?"

For a minute there's no response. Then Calum, sounding moderately confused, says, "Are you talking to me?"

"Yeah," Luke says.

miserable at best (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton T, 622

Summary: "I've never been so happy and so heartbroken at the same time. it's like he enjoys seeing me upset." -Ashton Irwin

Puzzle Pieces (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes) michael/calum T, 19k

Summary: Michael has wanted a soulmate ever since he first learned what the blue on the back of his mother's neck means. This is the story of how he gets three, and how he figures out what that means to him.

Softer (ao3) - ashton_cuddles94 M, 1k

Summary: @/twitteruser: "I'm not really into 5sos, but the pudgy drummer is so cute".

"Pudgy?", Ashton thought to himself, putting his phone down in his bunk.

He placed a hand on his stomach, not expecting his fingers to sink in as much as they did. His eyebrows shot up in concern.

"Have I really gotten that soft?"

So Much Better (ao3) - cashcakeplz calum/ashton, michael/luke, bryana/ashton N/R, 84k

Summary: This is good, good for Ashton. He works so hard, always taking care of the boys, he deserves someone who will take his mind off of things, even for a couple of hours to get coffee. Maybe it’ll make him better, and by extension, the band better. Maybe Bryana is a good thing for everyone. Yet, even now, as Calum tries to think of how great Bryana could be for Ashton, he can’t help but think that he would be so much better.

Or the one where Calum and Ashton have been Friends With Benefits for years, and Calum thought his feelings for Ashton were simply sexual until Bryana came into the picture.

Sweater Weather (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes) pre michael/calum G, 1k

Summary: Michael spends Christmas Eve of 2012 with Calum, waking up late, playing video games, and opening a package.

[fizzyphan]

helllooo

by now u must've already had ur audition so how did it go!! did u get the part of adelaide? are u excited 👀 i loveee the name adelaide it's so pretty. ooh and i shall check out guys and dolls when i have some free time soon. and how was the christmas party, did u have good food and some games?

hehe thank u 💗 i'm not gonna lie getting second prize at a game i've never played before has definitely given me an ego boost im gonna walk around claiming i'm a pro at bowling 😬

ooh which songs were ur top three last year and on the same note which ones were ur top three this year? i surprisingly liked my wrapped this year because it was more or less what i expected but i am aware that this year spotify messed up pretty bad. i feel like being a 1d girlie never goes away it's just something that hits u out of nowhere. and oh my god noah kahan!! actually seed was the one who introduced me to him and i have been insane about him ever since. i know it's a hard question but which noah song is ur favourite?

ooh that sounds amazing! i'm so glad u enjoyed txt's concerts. i have a friend who's a kpop fan and they were telling me about how hard it is to get tickets for kpop artists in uk/eu/usa because they sell out very quickly. as for my concert stories, so no one really comes to my home country and so when i went to the uk i literally went to as many shows as i could afford to 🫣 but my favourite concert was actually 5sos, niall coming second to them. i actually bought an extremely last minute ticket for 5sos and i got it for ridiculously cheap but god they're so much fun live! but i think love on tour 23 will always be a fond memory for me, it was like a pocket in time and i'll always miss it!

my week has been good so far, got a major part of my work done, got a box of chocolates from a sweet colleague. what about u, how was ur week? have u done all of ur christmas shopping or do u still need to run some last minute errands?

- s

heyy!! my audition ended a bit ago but unfortunately i didn't actually get to sing or dance because we didnt have enough people sign up to start auditions for that specific show, we've moved them to the beginning of rehearsals in January, so kinda bummed but at least i got to watch amazing auditions for other shows at my theatre today before the party!

we did have good pizza and sang a song from Les Miserables at our party, we also did a gift exchange and i got a hot coco + coffee + mug set!

i relate with the bowling ego! i won a game of mini golf awhile back and felt like a pro golfer loll

last year my top three songs were all 5sos, 1 was voodoo doll, 2 was lost in reality, and 3 was heart break girl! this year my top three were Cocaine Jesus by Rainbow kitten surprise, Its called: freefall by Rainbow kitten surprise and Stick season by noah kahan! although, Northern Attitude is probably my favorite Noah kahan song!

yes txt was so amazing! it is difficult to get tickets tho lol! most people stay up with the page refreshing to get first pick!

ugh 5sos sounds so fun!! my sister went to a one direction concert when she was younger with 5sos as the opener! and niall wow that sounds amazing!!!

my week has been pretty good! ive gotten all my sisters presents and some of my brothers, still working on the rest though, although i did get one of my theatre friends a couple gifts today so im excited to send them to her! me and my mom and sister will finish our Christmas shopping in the next couple days! I actually love christmas shopping, especially getting a coffee or something beforehand to shop with hehe

hope youre doing well!! im so happy to have you to talk to! ❣️

[missyblogs]

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Romantic Snow Miser- A Miser Brothers Christmas tag: aurorashipping, Snow x Shocky ( less used)

Sportacus- Lazytown ( << currently active ) tag: SportaSophie

Alano de Lezo- original character tag: Lanoliné

Familial

Heat Miser- A Miser Brothers Christmas/ Year without a Santa Claus Plasma in-laws Robbie Rotten- Lazytown Rotten Roomates

✨ Table of Contents ✨ my art tag missy draws OCs and self inserts guest oc ( for characters that are not mine who appear on this blog ) Lazytown oc ( generic site tag for ocs and self inserts for the Lazytown franchise, tag applies to guest ocs as well ) Rankin Bass oc ( generic site tag for ocs and self inserts for the Ranin Bass franchise, tag applies to guest ocs as well ) Sophia ( Lazytown self insert ) Shocky ( Rankin Bass self insert ) Aqua DJ Dansr Victoria X reader tag ( None of these will ever contain content for my self inserts, ship specific works will always be confined to the ship tags listed above <3 ) Selfship headcanons FO x SI Robbie x Reader YouRobbie Sportacus x Reader SportaYou Gender Neutral reader ( this will apply to all x reader material )/ GN reader ( this will apply to all x reader material ) fandom tags Lazytown A Miser Brothers Christmas The Year without a Santa Claus Rankin Bass Sportacus ( includes shipping content ) Sportacus ( solo content ) Snow Miser ( includes shipping content ) Heat Miser ( includes shipping content ) assorted fanart drawn with tablet reblogs, discourse, and rambles Missy talks other pairings that are not self ships Steamshipping ( Heat Miser x Aqua ) Eritora ( hybrid novel/musical phantom x Victoria )

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-You are Proship. Fiction affects reality undeniably and pairing family members together/ adults with children is always wrong ( yes this includes the likes of CupBon/ MugMaria/ Sonamy/ Shadamy/ Rouge x Tails, any ship where characters depicted as young children are paired with older teens and adults- keep that shite off my dash) If this is something you are willing to debate you are not welcome here. Get help please <3 -You dislike OCs, self inserts, or ships with canon involving the above I the artist condone all safely done unproblematic ships and additionally focus a lot of my portfolio content on my own pairings. I do not care if the issue is rooted in a dislike for how ""certain"" ones are written, if self shipping and canon x oc are a problem for you neither I and my services or my social media are for you. -TERF/ Radfem/ Transphobe/ Biphobe/ Other flavor of bigot This account is an all ages space for all genders and sexualities. Trans women are women, trans men are men, and I stand with all marginalized identities including, in between, and diverting from them. These folks are real and valid and people who share the same assigned sex, gender identity, or presentation of the characters written for are more than welcome here, no ifs ands or buts. The majority of content here skews towards the M/F end of things bc I the artist am assigned female at birth with an attraction that skews heavily towards men but by no means are my self ships a political statement and I do not condone any hostility towards people with divergent sexualities or gender identities. All x reader content will be intentionally vague for a reason. -You police the sexuality of fictional characters, even as a ""joke"" Clothing does not make a character gay and insisting that flamboyant gestures or speech alone definitively "codes" them a specific way without supporting evidence from the creator is both offensive and exclusionary due to the stereotypes it perpetuates. If your thing is publicly insulting people who don't agree with you ( I see that gatekeeping commentary in the tags, you ain't slick ) or spreading intentional misinformation about canon source material to make your personal opinion on a character's identity appear "superior" or "correct", you are not welcome to interact with me or my content in any form. Go away. ( Yes this includes "joke" statements directed towards canon characters like "this character is straight because I say so", I can't believe the gay community has claimed them", and "they are so married" Your headcanons are not universal and if you think it's okay to use gatekeeping language towards other peoples fictional others you are neither funny or welcome here ) I do not share my fictional others with their castmates and I do not support ships based on media in which the character canonically tries to injure/ humiliate/ harm the person they're supposed to be shipped with- such as SportaRobbie and the North Wind x Santa Claus. When a person hurts their partner it is considered domestic abuse. If you actively promote that kind of thing I ask that you not interact with any of my content at all, thanks <3

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TERMS OF SERVICE

- Will not do adult content, mecha, feral anthros, or copyrighted characters* * ( I may make an exception for intellectual property from the Lazytown universe specifically as Magnus recently gave a green light to take artistic liberties with his material. I will not accept orders for ships I am not comfortable with even in this case, however. If you request this kind of content you will be permanently barred from my services and social media. ) - I reserve the right to refuse service in the event of abuse or misconduct which includes guilt tripping, sympathy baiting, and harassment. In the event that a commission is terminated on these grounds, the remaining funds will be held as compensation for damages done. - Up to four revisions allowed, artist does not give refunds unless otherwise agreed upon in special cases. - Commissions for personal use and by artist for commissions promotion only. No commercial license available at this time. - Turnaround times are estimate only. Speedy results not guaranteed.

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Wednesday September 6, 2023

We dodged it for 44 months, but COVID caught us at an inopportune time - on a tour in Ireland. Jeff started having a sinus headache last Saturday and by Monday he was pretty miserable (we chocked it up to the hot bus ride). He had a long nap when we arrived at the B&B, but rallied for a walk to the castle and the group dinner. The next day we were on the bus all day with our M&M tour. We popped into a pharmacy at lunch that day to buy Sudafed and COVID test kits. The Sudafed gave him immediate relief and he functioned well the rest of Tuesday.

Wednesday morning we got up, felt ok but each did a COVID test. His was immediately positive - similar to when Lori was teaching Ryan and I how to test and he went positive just before Christmas 2020. My test was negative and I felt fine. I went down to breakfast to find our tour leader, Peter, and grab a tray for the now quarantining JT. Since he’s had symptoms for over three days now, we we’re hopeful he’d be able to travel with the group on Friday when we head south to the next hotel.

He insisted I go out for today’s tour, so I did. The tour was several spots around Sligo. We started at Carrowmore Megalithic Cemetery. It took me awhile to figure out where we were and what we were seeing, but we had a fantastic guide that led us to different Stone Age tombs built by Neolithic farmers. She was a great combination of historian and archaeologist! A similar story to other places in the world where the farmers came and pushed indigenous people inland.They grew cereal crops and domestic farm animals (cows, sheep and chickens).

They estimate probably 50-55 monuments were originally here, some were likely dismantled over the years. Inside the tombs they found grave artifacts: remains (primarily cremated), quartz crystal, tools and pieces of pottery, jewelry from sea shells, pins made from deer antlers.

The tombs were desecrated in the 1800’s, later part of the 1900’s archeologists came and discovered that these were actually Stone Age monuments. There are 250 tomb monuments in Ireland - 100 in Sligo area

Our guide talked about the surrounding area, and pointed out Benbulben, a flat top mountain across the valley - she said no monuments there as the sun and moon don’t intersect. She also pointed out Knocknarea, the mountain with a very large carin monument on top, which led to her story about Queen Maeve. Legend says she’s buried in the monument standing up. Probably largest passage tomb that’s been left undisturbed.

The coolest passage tomb was the Listoghil chamber. Twice a year, the sun illuminates the perfectly aligned stones - Oct 31st and April 30th. The guide shared a photo from several years ago (see photo). They don’t see it every year because normally, Ireland can go many days without seeing the sun!

Our next stop was the Strandhill Peninsula for a stop at the Atlantic Ocean. We had two hours to walk the beach and have lunch on our own. Supposedly, this is the best place to surf in Ireland, and there were surfers out there but the waves weren’t that great. I walked the beach and dunes for a bit, overlooking a little RV park with Knocknarea in the background. I joined a few others in our group for a panini and a pint and enjoyed the outdoor patio on the beach.

After lunch we drive to another tomb monument - this one with more extensive stonework. It occurred to me that all of these would be more spectacular to be viewed from above! James brought his guitar along and sang two songs for us there … one called “Buried in Stone,” which he wrote after his brother disappeared in Montana.

Our last stop of the day was “Atlantic Sheepdogs,” for a spectacular talk by Martin and a performance of herding by his amazing 4-year old Border Collie, Moe. She was wicked smart and clearly takes her job seriously! The farm has also dedicated itself to conservation of some ancient breeds of sheep that were on the verge of extinction. I was surprised to learn that the value of wool is practically nothing! These sheep are bred primarily for meat these days.

We drove through Sligo and the bus stopped to let people off if they wanted to stay in town. I rode back to the hotel and Jeff was feeling pretty good and ready to get out and get some air. It was just over a mile walk back down to town, a nice walk. We strolled along the river and found a spot we could sit outside and have a burger. We passed on the milk shake, but our waiter convinced us to try the sundae with hot caramel and crumbled biscotti cookies. Yum yum.

We walked back to the hotel and Jeff went back to quarantine in the room and I joined most of the group for a 90 minute M&M show. It was so cool to be sitting right in the front and watch their fingers fly over the guitar strings. Peter joined them for a few tunes with percussion, and even sang an Irish tune for us.

Lots of talent in the room. Several people were headed out to the pubs to find more music, but I was starting scratchy throat and headache so I headed back to the room to try to sleep.