#ami's christmas prompts

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

MISTLETOE TRAP

Prompt 3: mistletoe

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!reader Summary: after spending so long watching you and Eddie hopelessy flirt with eachother, the club comes up with a plan fit for the festive season to bring you guys together. Warnings: mention of kissing, brief mention of Eddie being in the hospital. one mention of Y/n, I APOLOGISE

🦌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆꙳❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°°‧❆⋆.ೃ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ

🦌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆꙳❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°°‧❆⋆.ೃ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ

Christmas music played softly in the background as the club played a festive board game, yelling and screaming over each other filled the room as everyone pointed fingers to who's cheating.

the smell of pizza filled your noses as the fire crackled of Gareth's livingroom.

the lights of the tree twinkling in your eyes as you sat on the couch next to Eddie, everyone else choosing to sit on the dirty carpet. pillows under all their buts to soften the hard wooden floor.

it was perfect, everyone having fun, laughing- more or less when everybody isn't fighting, but despite that, it was perfect.

the club did this every year, but it's the first time Mike, Lucas and Dustin have attended.

and while this was their first time hanging out for Christmas games, this was not their first rodeo when seeing a certain pair of flirty best friends that are way to close to be just friends.

"my hands are a bit cold, mind warming them up for me?" Eddie had smiled, earning many silent groans from the room, from everyone except you, who had blushed and shook your head sheepishly

"I have a feeling you just want an excuse to hold my hand, Eds" you teased

"you caught me. so what do you say?" you nudged you, holding out his hand.

you've always been the flirty type of duo, you and Eddie. you don't know when it happened, it started with little remarks in certain situations that he deemed fit, then you slowly began retaliating, giving small comments back that left poor Eddie flushed in surprise. but the certain situations turned into a weekly thing, then soon every time you'd see each other.

"I say my hands are quite cold too" you rolled your eyes, slapping your hand in his and interlocking fingers

you barely noticed the glared and groans from anyone in the room until they all got up and left, saying they are going to the kitchen for seconds

where they all huddled up, sick of their dungeon master and his best friend acting like a bunch of idiots while flirting with each other.

"I'm sick of this, it's been going on too long" Jeff sighed

"I think it's cute" Dustin shrugged "Eddie deserves love too"

"Really? you think our dungeon master complaining his hands are too cold and that she needs to hold them is cute?" Lucas shook his head, questioning his friend's sanity,

because what you and Eddie have going on, is not cute.

"it's a bit cheesy-" Dustin started before Mike cut him off

"-it's gross!"

"Well, what do we do?" Gareth bit the inside of his cheek

then Dustin had an idea.

a brilliant idea

it was just involve talking to Steve.

🦌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆꙳❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°°‧❆⋆.ೃ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ

You walked into the Harrington home with Robin.

a little party with Steve's friends that you had been invited to, given that his parents went out of town.

you walked in, surprised to see the whole club sitting on the couch, including Eddie- which was less surprising

you knew Steve and Eddie were mutual friends, or friends, you're still not sure, you've never seen them directly talk after Eddie got permitted out of the hospital.

but the whole club here was definitely not something you would expect. but god you were happy

"we were waiting for you" The Munson boy cheered on your arrival

"don't cream your pants, we were just stuck in traffic" you rolled your eyes, pointing the robin behind you who threw her coat on the coat hanger, literally, letting it fall to the ground

"You do know how to put a coat on a hanger, right?" Steve huffed, picking her jacket up and hanging it on a hook while you settled on the couch, right next to open seat next to the one and only Eddie

the whole club had greeted you with unsettling smiles, Dustin rocking his legs as he sat cross legged on the floor.

their faces made you suspicious, they were always up to no good with those looks on their faces

"what's up with them?" you whispered to Eddie, who shrugged

he picked up a Garfield mug, steam floating up and reaching his nose as he brought it up to his lips. humming at the taste before pulling it away and back onto the coffee table

you giggled, looking away when he turned to you

"what? do I have something on my face?" he smirked, knowing the fluffy whipped cream adorned his top lip

you shook your head as he leaned in

"wanna help me out and get it off?" he raised his eyebrows, nudging your shoulder

it was a sight to barf at to everyone else I the room, but fighting against the sickening interaction, they knew this had to happen, this was all apart of the plan, well not this but this party.

that's actually a lie, Steve had invited everyone over for a little gathering, and by everyone he means his friends, but due to much begging to his favourite child, Steve had let Dustin bring the club too, why? the Harrington boy doesn't know, nor understand but whatever.

you huffed, reaching up and swiping the foam off of his lip, silently gasping when he connected his lips with your thumb, licking it off your finger.

the party's eyes were wide with disgust and shock before Dustin spoke up quickly

"Eddie why don't you get Y/n a cup of hot coco while we explain the rules of the game to her"

Eddie looked over to the freshmen and nodded, getting up

"marshmallows?" he asked before leaving, earning a happy nod from you

"only th-" you started before he cut you off, disappearing down the hall to the kitchen

"-the white ones!"

you blushed and smiled, watching as Steve placed The Christmas game down on the table, Mike eagerly opening it up

"so the rules of the game is-" Dustin began

"I know the rules of the game, Dusty, I've been playing this since before you knew how to walk" you chuckled, shifting on the couch

you leaned over and helped set up for the game, Nancy walking in from upstairs, had being in the bathroom when you had arrived. when you were busy putting the cards down on the board, Gareth had taken the bundle of mistletoe from his bag and tiptoed to the doorway of the hallway, connecting the Livingroom and kitchen, where he peeked over the corner to see Eddie lift up the mug and put marshmallows in.

he came and sat down without you realising he left before he spoke up

"hey...Eddie's been gone for a while, why don't you check on him?" he asked you, nodding his head in the direction to the kitchen

"oh.. uh sure" you frowned, getting up, it's not like Eddie couldn't handle making a cup of hot cocoa, but you walked to the kitchen anyway.

you walked through the open wall and yelped when you bumped into his hard frame, the cup of hot chocolate swished and spilled on his chest, earning a groan from him and a gasp from you

"oh shit, I'm so sorry" you blinked rapidly.

"it's fine, love, not your fault" he smiled tightly, sighing

you went to say something but you heard a few hushed laughs and Lucas coughing

you both looked back to notice their gazes focused above you

you look up and back down, confused before you did a double take and your eyes widened, Eddie looking up right after you, a sigh leaving his lips.

a bundle of green and red hanging above you, tied with a ribbon, a bow, mistletoe.

"oh" you said in unison

Eddie looked back down at you, watching as you stared up

he whispered "we don't have to- it's just a silly tradition"

that made you frown, did he not want to kiss you?

you know you were best friends but you had always hoped for more, not that you weren't happy, but he was just so...him, so perfect in your eyes.

"you have to kiss!" Robin smiled

-she wasn't in in the plan, no one but the party was, Steve knew but he wasn't listening when Dustin was rambling, all Steve remembered was him asking if the club could come, and Steve figured half of them were coming, may as well just give the kid what he wants to shut up.

you look down at Eddie to see his concerned face

or was it sad?

you couldn't make it out, but they held something of that sort

"may as well" you shrugged "you know we'll never hear the end of it from them if we don't"

he licked his lips

Eddie was sweating, everywhere. and not just from the fireplace they were right next to. but because he had thought over your first kiss so many times before.

it was be so perfect, so romantic, gentle but desperate. maybe looking over the town or during a drive in movie he'd take you to.

definitely not in Steve Harrington's Livingroom, and certainly not in front of all of yours and his friends.

he'd want it to be right. not a forced act, but an act of love.

because it's you

his best friend.

his lifelong crush

so to say Eddie Munson was sweating balls in this moment would be an understatement.

in the corner of his eyes he saw everyone looking at you both, expectedly

but his eyes were focused on yours. looking so deep into yours that he felt he was melting away

why was it so hot? apart from the scorching hot cocoa that drenched his band tee.

the way you looked at him, so soft, you were so beautiful, the coloured lights from the massive Harrington Christmas tree illuminating your face perfectly, you always looked beautiful in red.

"I don't want our first kiss to be in front of everyone" he mumbled to you finally. moth slightly agape, eyes wide in despair

you furrowed your brows when you looked over silently, watching as they all looked away

the room was dead quiet, the only noise was the crackle of the fire, so they must have heard Eddie.

so as they all looked out the window, watching the snow fall outside, tiny snowflakes dancing in the wind of the night, you looked back up at Eddie.

you silently parted your lips.

he looked back down at you.

he silently parted his lips.

he brought a hand up, slowly.

you brought a hand up, slowly.

his hand meeting the plush of your cheek.

your hand meeting the skin of his exposed hip.

then you leaned in, slowly.

so slow.

Eddie watched as your eyes fluttered shut as his nosed brushed against yours.

and his own soon shut as his lips met yours, grazing ever so gently before he took a sharp intake of breath before fully connecting them, pressing his lips firmly on yours.

Jesus, how they fit so perfectly, he thought to himself.

God, how they fit so perfectly, you thought to yourself.

your lips moved perfectly in sync, creating the kiss that Eddie had envisioned so many times before. it may have even been better.

his warm hand cupping your cheek, his fingertips rough but oh so gentle.

everyone in the room stayed looking outside awkwardly as they heard nothing, but Dustin, deciding to take a peek, was only able to catch a glimpse of the kiss ending, you both pulling away from each other, smiling softly as your eyes fluttered open

your eyes met again. your smile growing as you saw his blown out gaze, the colour of his eyes barely recognisable through his irises as he looked down at you

"I'll make you another hot chocolate" he said, blinking, in a haze of some sort

"I'll come with you" you replied, matching his tone as you grabbed his hand

everyone watched as you both disappeared down the hallway to the kitchen

"they're going to make out in my kitchen aren't they?" Steve spoke up after a minute, frowning

"leave the kids be, Steve, they've finally found out what horniness feels like" Robin joked, leaning against the back of the couch.

Steve's head whipped around in horror. so many thoughts in the poor head of his. are they gonna have sex in my kitchen?

"don't worry guys, this is just what the mistletoe trap does, it brings people together" Dustin said cluelessly

"that's what this was!?" Steve hissed at him, finally remembering something along the lines of 'bringing a young couple together' and 'mistletoe' that Dustin had said over the phone to him when he was just trying to focus on how to shut him up.

🦌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆꙳❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°°‧❆⋆.ೃ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ

bonus-

Steve storms into his kitchen, it's been too long since you both went in there and he wasn't ready for a baby to be made in that room.

all he sees is you, pressed against the counter with Eddie holding you, soft moans and sighs escaping your lips as your hands roamed each others body, your mouths locked together as you made out aggressively.

"DISGUSTING!" Steve yelled.

🦌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆꙳❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°°‧❆⋆.ೃ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ

[itsmizuover]

im doing this for december!

Fluffcember 2024

Heyho.

@alpaca-clouds here!

I was asked whether I would create Fluffcember as an official challenge this year, and I thought to myself: You know what? Why not?

Hence this blog - and a really early posting of the list.

Rules

This is a 1-month-challenge for fluffy fanworks.

All sorts of fanworks (art, writing, graphics) welcome.

We will however not accept any AI-Art or AI-Writing!

SFW and NSFW is both welcome - but please make sure to tag it accordingly.

Tag CWs if you share under this tag!

No minimum or maximum word count for writing!

We will reblog entries during the month of December!

If you have questions: The asks are open!

Full list of prompts under the cut.

Day 01: Roasted Marshmallows

Day 02: Winter Flu

Day 03: Snow Man

Day 04: Christmas Sweater

Day 05: Northern Lights

Day 06: Gingerbread House

Day 07: Condensed Breath

Day 08: Sparkling Snow

Day 09: Sugar Rush

Day 10: Carols

Day 11: Slippery

Day 12: Skiing

Day 13: Fire and Ice

Day 14: Winter Soup

Day 15: Naughty List

Day 16: Chocolate

Day 17: Snowed in

Day 18: Mistletoe

Day 19: Fondue

Day 20: Fairy Tales

Day 21: Cabin in the Snow

Day 22: Winter Storm

Day 23: Confessions

Day 24: Christmas Tree

Day 25: The Perfect Gift

Day 26: Forgiveness

Day 27: Family Gathering

Day 28: Cold Turkey

Day 29: Mint

Day 30: Warming Up

Day 31: Fireworks

Alternatives:

Hot Bath

Fallen Through The Ice

Holiday Decoration

Homecooked Meals

Coming Home

[sulumuns-dootah]

Celebrating Christmas w/ WHB demons

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

A/N: Oh hey, something other than YfoH2 :D Since tomorrow starts the NSFW part of the event, I gotta show some love to all our other boys ♥

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Satan

Piggibacking off of the prompt I wrote for him last Christmas

I think it would be actually a funny idea to make Satan dress up as Santa

Buuuut since his lap is reserved to us, his people can ask to get hit instead

It might be better also to tell the other kings that this is happening othervise they might get concerned when suddenly a large number of demons fly all the way to their country

Sitri

Meanwhile Satan is happily hitting all his people, Sitri gets swept up in the whole organising part of things

Like, he's so busy he only got to ask to be hit three times :(

Another annoying thing is that the celebrations mean Amy is around, so he doesn't even get to enjoy the time he manages to take off

Amy

Amy and his group are in the town, just to make sure that everyone is safe

But they kinda just hang out in pubs and challenge random demonst to a drinking competition

Someone call Bimet, because the liquor bussines is booming at that time of year

Paimon

Poor baby Paimon is overtaken by the sheer amount of sponsorship offers due to their social media presence

The only good thign is that they get a lot of free things, so gifts for some less important people are taken care of

To help out Sitri, they also offer to buy all the presents he'd othervise have to come up with and buy himself

Leraye

This time of year is kinda empty for Leraye :(

So he's helping out where he can

Most of the time it's helping Paimon film all their hauls and reviews

Or he's helping to oversee the decoration process

Belial

If there's any cultural event, Belial will surely be there

Jjyu has the whole holidays off, so Belial prefers to stay at home othervise

When you go to visit him, he's most likely reading while listening to some classical music

Astaroth

Astaroth is the head overseer of the decoration group

Nobody's even sure how he got this post, but he's the only one who is able to voice his visions and how to achieve them so nobody complains

Problem is, that he doesn't actually acomplish much in the decorating department himself

So throughout the whole process, he's just reading his book and occasionally looks up to steer the others the right way

Zagan

The main decorator

He's the one to organise everyone, even without words

Other tha that, Zagan is usually seen somewhere, helping other demons learn a particular sport like skiing or ice skating

Ppyong

The second main decorator

Especially for placing thigs high up where no other demon can reach

It actually helps him to take his mind off asking Sitri about when he'll get to baking all those delicious sweets he always does

       ༺☆༻

Mammon

Mammon always looks forward to this time of year beacuse of the whole auction thing

Other than that, he doesn't really do much out of the ordinary

At least until you come around introduce him to bunch of new thigns from your own culture

Those things will then get added onto the list of things the country will now do every year form now on

Bimet

Shopping? Shopping! SHOPPING!

Ofc Bimet won't be spending his own money though...

Surely Mammon won't notice if Bimet buys an extra few gifts for himself while out buying gefts for all the other nobles

Eligos

Tartaros' main and only decoration conductor

Yes, he would wrap the whole country in a giant bow if he could

Oh, and during his off time, you can definitelly find him with Paimon in one of the holiday pop up cafés or stores

Valefor

If Bimet is out shopping, he always asks Valefor tog o wiht him to help him carry all the bags

Other than that, Valefor, like Zagan, likes to dos ome winter sports with other demons

Though, for Valefor, I imagine he likes hockey and other team sports rather than the individual ones

       ༺☆༻

Leviathan

For Leviathan there's no change

He doesn't leave his chambers and refuses to interact with anyone beside his nobles and you

Though, I feel like if he likes you enough, he will go out with you (if you sweet talk him enough)

Foras

The ever so busy, our poor baby U.U

All the nother nobles are so useless in all the organising that everything falls down on Foras

Somehow, he still manages to keep his sanity tho

Barbatos

From the beginning, Barbatos wanted to be in charge of decorations

But somehow, that led to everything being wrapped in chains of lights

Which is nice, but Bael had to talk to Levi that they need to turn the lights down bc Abyssos neons were barely visible in all that light pollution at night

(Some say that even the demons of Tartaros didn't see something glow as much as Hades that night)

Glasyalabolas

Glasya's paraphilia has nothing to do with the holidays, so he can't mess up anything, right? right?

nope

The cold weather outside gives him the best opportunity to clean and sanitise the Hades castle underground where his... partners rest...forever

There isn't much space in there so he has to move them all out and since Leviathan refuses to have them inside his castle halls like that, they have to be outside the castle

So he can only take them out when it's cold outside or they might start to... decompose...

Orias

Grandpa doesn't do Christmas or anything of that sort, so like usual he's either off, looking for another delicious angel soul

Or being a menace and making sure Leviathan is on the edge of his seat at all times

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Beelzebub

The gifts this man gives are 10/10

Along his travels, he always finds some cool stuff he randomly remembers you said you'd like to have

It's all fun and games until he's hauling a giant mf statue that's almost the size of your house

Bael

If Bael's in a festive mood, he grabs a few scraps of paper and makes a star out of it to put on top of the mountain of paperwork

Other that that, he doesn't really get merry that much since Beel gets merry enough for the both of them

You'll probably have to physically lock him out of his office to get him to do something else

Stolas

Very excited for the holidays actually

Sadly, to participate in most of the stuff he wants to, he has to wade through the crowds, which is easy to set him off

And his bird form is of no use in such situations, because it's usually too cold for his wings

Naberius

Similarly to Belial, Naberius chooses to stay at home and read a good book instead of participating in the mob insanity

And don't worry that he'll run out of things to read

That's what his huge home library is for

Amon

Cold weather is perfect for hibernating, which is perfect for Amon since Beel is never around

Even if Bael commands him to go look for Beel, you'll most likely see him snoozing away in some café

Only once Beel returns, Amon will try to join in on the festivities

       ༺☆༻

Asmodeus

One of his favorite traditions is going around through the whole prison and visiting each and every cell for a round or two of his presence

And yes, it doesn take a lot of time so he'spretty much busy the whole month and then some

But nobody in hell really complains about his presence

Ronove

Actually, I imagine the Abaddon demons have an orgy just like the angels one each of them have had their own fill of Asmodeus

And Ronove uses that distraction as a way to sneak out to find some unfortunate demons outside of the prison who have gotten injured while fighting angels

His usual journey leads him to Paradise Lost where he meets Glasyalabolas who's...

... on a similar mission, but to the PL morgue

Phenix

Phenix loves this time of year!

Both because of the orgy, but also if you check them out of the prison and take them to some public event

SO many different good-looking demons in one place!

Dantalian

This time of year is Dantalian's time to shine :)

The orgy always inevitably ends up into a bloodbath given the extreme kinks of its participants

If he were to die like this, he couldn't be more happier

       ༺☆༻

Belphegor

Our resident sleeper will also try to sleep all the hubbub away

The only way he'll notice it's the season of giving is when a fully decorated tree appears in the corner of his room

And also when Beleth barges into the room while carrying a bag of gifts from him subordinates

Beleth

A concept: Santa Beleth

And if you were extra good, he'll let you sit on his lap(but beware, that it's a bumpy seat and you might have to shift around a lot)

That's it

That's what I'm thinking about for the rest of the year

Gusion

Head organiser who honestly, hates that position

"No! Stop! You're hanging that thing at a 175° and not at 180° like I told you!"

This headache is not one of those that he enjoys

Hopefully resolving one of the unsolvable equations will make him feel better

Bathin

Officially, Bathin is the one to supervise the decorating process, but Gusion always steps in anyway bc something is not to his liking

So he's just reading texts from Stolas about how much he hates all these other demons that accidentally bumped into him in the crowd

He even had to quickly jump to Abyssos a few times to stop the small demon from shooting up a very busy area

Andrealphus

Similarly to Stolas though, the crowds are a nightmare for Andrealphus

It's so hard for him navigate such busy places plus it's easier for angels to hide in them

So instead he stays at home and watches some cartoons

Agares

Agares isn't one to really celebrate, unless it becomes a competition with Belphie

His subordinates even say that during that time he's the worst

Everything has to be even more perfect than normally

Vassago

Somehow, Vassago actually manages to fullfill every demand of Agares, no matter how insane it is

And he'll still have time to spend for himself

Maybe beacuse he's so used to his kings' insane requests all the time?

Vassago's decorating skills are 10/10 too

Everything he touches ends up looking amazing, but then Agares immediatelly swoops in saying that it was his idea and Vassago only followed his vision

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Lucifer

The longer he's in Hell, the more he is open to the idea of celebrating again

Sadly though, the decorations that can be put up are limited bc anythinig living can be a potential allergy trigger and finding a good-looking fake alternative is hard

Still, you'll be able to find some sort of decoration in every room

And every demons who visits the hospital in december gets a little bag with some sweet and small gift

Morax

Poor baby Morax doesn't really like leaving the hospital during the cold months of the year because of how many of his injuries react to the sudden drop in temperature

Instead, he preffers to stay in and enjoy his hobbies while not treating patients

Safe to say, most, if not all, patients and hospital staff get something crocheted/knitted each year from him

Gamigin

Ooh, Gamigin can't wait!

Every little thing exictes him

If you give him an advent callendar, he'll be over the moon and ecstatically telling everyone what he got that day

And don't even get me started on how loud an cheery he gets when he's finally able to open his gifts

Marbas

Just like all the other tall demons, Marbas is the one to be decorating everything

Lucifer even graciously allows him to be untied so he can actually move around

But give his interest in shibari, you already know that 80% of the decorating just involves wrapping something in ribbon, tinsel or something similar

Buer

Buer is tasked with picking out some relaxing festive music that plays in the hospital halls and movie selection for the inpatients

Well that, and holding Marbas back with his decorating wich would otherwise just turn the hospital into one giant ball of ribbon and tinsel

Other than that, he's also the one responsible for creating gifts for each patient

[thesleepyskipper]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Holy shit, I can't believe it's been almost a month since I had something to share...

Thank you for all the tags though!!! I feel like I've been going through the motions in a haze since the summer ended.

And special thanks to @iboatedhere for the tag today after an epic day of finishing not one but two WIPs yesterday (but only one I can share right now, as the other is for @anywhere-with-you-event).

So here are some sentences from my upcoming @flufftober piece for the October 30th prompt "Forever?". Somehow both of my pieces ended up involving the sweet pup David 🐶

As they walked through the park to the off-leash area where David loved to run free and fetch sticks (and other people’s balls, dog toys, sticks they threw to their own dogs, etc), they would always use the time to touch base with each other. Sometimes it was about mundane things like bill payments or vet appointments or what groceries they needed that week. Other times their conversations veered towards more fun topics, like the latest work drama, vacation ideas, or party invites. 

Today, however, it was a combination of the two as they were discussing the necessity to visit Henry’s family in London for Christmas, including his crotchety old grandmother. She was by far the worst person in either of their families, maybe on Planet Earth, and they usually tried to avoid her at all costs, as a general life rule. She was racist and homophobic, which meant she completely disapproved of their relationship, so never seeing her was honestly fine with them, given that they lived on another continent with an entire ocean separating them. She was also the reason that Henry had moved to New York in the first place, so maybe Alex should be thanking her in some weird roundabout way? 

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[widebrimmedhatsblog]

For 'I wish you would write':

Violet and Xaden are neighbours and also sworn enemies. This presents a problem because it's Christmas Eve and Violet still hasn't wrapped her friends' gifts...and she's terrible at it (which obviously she has a complex about). Xaden to the rescue! Oh, and he's secretly been in love with her this whole time.

Someone should put my brain in gaol, do not pass go, do not collect MORE IDEAS.

Feel free to use, or not! Happy holidays Helena! 🖤

Happy holidays to you too, Amy!! I think I’ll have to pass on this one, solely because I don’t think I can do it justice at drabble-length. However, now I’m being forced to think about Xaden being freakishly good at wrapping presents. Perfect cut every single time, the scissors never snag. I DO wonder if he’d be good at PURCHASING the presents though. Like, he can just read your mind and find out what you want, but WOULD he? I do think he’d absolutely be terrible to shop for. Violet would ask what he wants and he’d say “you” or some shit.

Hopefully this prompt inspires someone else!! And brings some holiday cheer.

[the-sonic-cafe]

Summary:

Hot chocolate, Christmas trees, snowball fights—the most wonderful time of the year is here! Sonic comes back in town to spend time with friends and get ready for Amy’s big annual Christmas party. Too bad not everyone is feeling so jolly. A series of Christmas prompts that have been woven together into a cohesive story. Recommended you read in order but can be read separately.

My 12 Days of Christmas Sonic fic is finally finished after 7 years of working on it. I will be posting a chapter everyday until the final chapter is posted on Christmas Eve.

Chapter 1 focuses on Sonic, Vanilla, and Cream.

[ihni]

Wet mess

For @harringrovesummerbingo, square A3, prompt: "Last name becomes first name"

(3K, General audiences, no warnings, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove & Original Character.)

Summary: Billy's stuck at work with a co-worker on a Friday night, dealing with the mess after a pipe burst in the basement. (Which he isn't too happy about, because the plan had been to go to Steve's place for dinner.)

(On AO3 here)

Emphatic and colorful curses drifted out from the dark basement, as well as splashing sounds and the clang of metal against metal. Amy Willard, the head bartender of Spicy Limit Bar, came around the corner and peered down into the darkness.

“Billy? What are you doing down there? We need you at the bar.”

“No, you fucking need me down here,” was the snarling answer.

“What? Why?”

Billy Hargrove, sometimes-bartender and sometimes-utility man of the same venue, swore again. The flickering beam from a flashlight appeared at the bottom of the stairs, and a second later the man himself became visible. He was visibly angry and absolutely drenched from head to toe. That wasn’t what had Amy gasping though – no, it was the fact that Billy was standing up to his calves in water, which by the look of things must have covered the whole basement.

“What the fuck?!” she exclaimed. “What happened?”

“Burst pipe,” Billy bit out, shaking a wet curl away from his scowling face. “I went down here to get another crate of that shitty Canadian beer, heard the water rushing and …” He motioned at the veritable lake around him. “Yeah. This.”

Amy let out her own string of curses. “Fuck! Do we need to call someone?”

“Yeah, but like, who’s gonna show up at seven o’clock on a Friday night?”

“Fuck.”

“You can say that again. I think I managed to stop the water but …” He motioned with his arms again, at the mess that was currently the basement. “Let’s just say I don’t think I’m getting off at eight, as planned.” As if to confirm this, a plastic glittery reindeer from their Christmas decoration stash floated into view in front of him. He closed his eyes and raised a hand to rub at the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath in a clear attempt to calm himself.

“I’ll call Frankie,” Amy said and turned to leave. But she hesitated before leaving and looked back over her shoulder to give him a quick once-over. “Do you wanna change? I’m sure you can find something dry to wear in the lost and found.”

Letting out a mirthless laugh, Billy shook his head, spreading water droplets in all directions. “No, for what? I’ll just get wet again.” He kicked ineffectively at the water. “Fuck this shit. Hang on, I’ll come with you. I need to make a phone call too, anyway.”

It turned out that not only was it impossible to get a hold of a plumber at this time on a Friday night, their boss Frankie was out of town and wouldn’t be able to help them.

“I’ve called in Hank,” he said to Billy over the phone, sounding genuinely distressed. “He should be there in thirty and can help Tyler with the customers. I hate to ask, but do you think you could stay with the rest of them for a while? Save whatever you can from the basement, maybe?” Billy groaned where he was standing in the door to the office with the receiver pressed against his ear, dripping water onto the linoleum. “Please, I’ll pay you double for today.”

“Fine … but I want Christmas off, too.”

“You get Christmas Eve.”

“Deal.”

“Thanks, Billy. I owe you.”

“Yeah you do,” Billy murmured, but without heat. With a sigh, he said his goodbyes and went through the kitchen and stuck his head out through the door to the main area, where the bar was filling up with people and where Amy and Tyler were busy serving patrons. “Yo, Amy!”

“What?!”

“Hank’s gonna be here in half an hour, make sure to put him to work, okay? Do not let him down into the basement, he’ll just slow me down.”

Amy gave him a little salute which was only slightly sarcastic, and Billy trudged back to the basement, bucket in hand and with curses and water droplets following him down.

A little over an hour later found Billy carrying boxes and crates up the stairs, stacking them on top of each other along the wall of the corridor leading from the back door to the tiny break room. His shoes made squelching sounds as he walked, and he’d taken off his button-up and was working only in a damp tank top, leaving his arms bare.

“Put them guns away, Billy,” came Amy’s voice from the kitchen door, and when he looked up, she was smirking. “You goddamn show-off.”

Billy put down the box he was carrying and flipped her the bird before flexing, giving her a show. “You wish your man had muscles like these.”

She huffed. “I’ll have you know that my man is perfect just the way he is, thank you.”

“Sure,” Billy said, grinning. “Old and rich.”

“Hey!” she said, punching him in the arm. “He’s not that old!”

“Don’t smack me with those sticks you call arms, girl,” Billy said and laughed when she glared at him. “And he’s like, twice your age. Besides, you can’t deny that he’s not rich.”

“What, like your boy isn’t?”

“Steve’s not my boy. And he’s well-off. It’s not like he’s filthy rich or anything.”

Raising her eyebrows, Amy pursed her lips. “Oh so he’s Steve now? What happened to Harrington?” As Billy spluttered, it was Amy’s turn to laugh. “Also, he’s definitely your boy, you look at him like the sun shines out of his ass whenever he shows up here.”

“Shut up,” Billy grumbled.

“It is a nice ass, I’ll admit.”

“Don’t talk about his ass!”

“Then again, he looks at you the same way too, so …”

Billy’s face was reddening. “Don’t you have anything better to do than harass me? Aren’t we in, like, crisis mode? You guys need help up there, or what?”

“On the contrary, my very gay friend,” Amy said and jumped back as Billy aimed a half-hearted retaliation-punch in her general direction. “I’m here to help you. Tyler and Hank are handing the bar.”

“First of all, if anyone’s gay here, it’s Tyler,” Billy murmured. “Second of all, I highly doubt it. Hank’s slow as fuck.”

“Well, thankfully, so is everything else tonight. There’s mostly been beer so far, and even Hank can handle that. If anyone wants cocktails, Tyler can make them. The two of them can manage, so I decided to come and help you here, because I’m just that nice of a person.”

“You mean you want us to finish by the time we close?”

“Also that, yes. I don’t know about you, but I actually have someone I want to go home to after work.” She aimed a smirk his way and wagged her eyebrows. “And by your use of Steve just now, so do you.”

Billy’s blush was spreading to his ears. “Shut up and make yourself useful.” He glanced at her slight frame – the top of her head only reached to his chin – and added, “Not that I know how you’ll manage that with those noodle arms of yours.”

“Again with the noodle arms! I can do the work!”

“Sure you can,” Billy said and went to the closet next to the door where he brought out a roll of black plastic bags. “You can take out the trash while I carry the heavy stuff. Since I’m the one with all the muscles.”

“You’re such an asshole,” Amy said, not without a hint of fondness.

“You know it.”

The basement was in complete disarray. It was normally used as storage, both for everyday use and special events. And as their boss Frankie was very interested in decking the bar in decorations for just about any event – be it Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving, Halloween, Pride or St. Patrick’s Day, just to name a few – but was less interested in putting it away neatly after use, the biggest part of their ‘storage’ had basically been cardboard box after cardboard box stacked on top of each other in uneven rows in the back of the room. And cardboard didn’t withstand water very well, which was why most of the basement was now covered in piles of various wet memorabilia and pieces of soaked cardboard.

The room was dark, but there was an electric storm lantern on the bottom of the stairs, and four flashlights discarded on various surfaces, shining their light on the destruction.

Amy stopped on the last step and made a face as she watched the mess.

“Why is it so dark? Doesn’t the lights work?”

“They might. I didn’t want to risk getting electrocuted though, so I turned it off before going down here.”

“Hm,” Amy said, but didn’t insist he try to turn them on. “At least the water’s gone.”

“Yeah,” Billy said and shouldered past her on his way to try to salvage another box which wasn’t too water-logged. “The floor drain was all clogged up, but I managed to clear it out.”

“Floor’s still wet, though.”

“Really?” Billy said with a sarcastic raise of his eyebrow and gestured to all of him, which was still damp. “I hadn’t noticed.”

With a roll of her eyes, Amy brushed past him and they got to work.

They worked alongside each other for a while, with Billy carrying the boxes and crates and heavier items and Amy working on throwing away the water-logged cardboard and destroyed items that had been at the bottom of the piles of stuff. They talked while they worked, occasionally holding up some gaudy item or other and laughing about it. But it was grueling work to sort through years’ worth of stuff, all wet, in a dark and damp basement, and they talked less and less as they continued their cleaning efforts.

Around a quarter to ten, Billy straightened up from where he’d been kneeling in order to scoop out a wet mess that might have once been newspapers from under some shelves. He stretched until his back cracked, and let out a groan.

“Fucking hell, I could have been at Steve’s place now, in his ridiculously soft couch, with a belly full of pasta. Instead I’m here, doing this shit!” He threw a handful of wet mulch into the trash bag at his side with force, and took a deep calming breath.

Surprisingly, Amy didn’t tease him about his use of Steve’s first name this time. Instead she gave it a moment, and then simply asked, “You had plans?”

“Yeah,” Billy muttered, oddly dejected and without looking up. “I was gonna go over to his place. He said he’d make dinner. Pasta.” He smiled a little, barely visible in the low light. “He makes the best carbonara. He’s actually a great cook. His grandma’s Italian.”

“So it was a date,” Amy stated. Not asked. When Billy didn’t reply, she seemed to take that as an answer in itself. “Was it your … first date?”

That had Billy sigh deeply. “I don’t know,” he said, not even trying to deny it. “He never actually said it was a … a date. But …”

“But you wanted it to be one?”

“… yeah.”

Looking around the now almost cleared-out basement, Amy walked up to Billy and put her hand on his elbow. “I’m sorry, Billy.”

“Yeah,” he said. “Me too.” Belatedly, he patted her hand and offered a half-smile. “Thanks.”

“Does this mean I can tease you about your boyfriend now?” Amy said, and just like that, the moment was over.

“Still not my boyfriend,” Billy said, rolling his eyes. “We haven’t even gone on a date, remember?”

Amy opened her mouth to speak again, but at that exact moment there was a voice coming from the top of the stairs; “Billy?”

Billy and Amy looked at each other – Billy with big surprised eyes, and Amy with glee and mischief painted all over her face.

“Steve?” Billy said and hurried to the stairs. When he looked up, he blinked dumbly. “What are you doing here? I called you and left you a message, that I had to work late tonight. Didn’t you hear it?”

The young man who came down the stairs to meet Billy had long limbs and brown hair that fell over his eye in a stylish swoop. He was dressed in a polo and khakis, and scratching at the back of his neck sheepishly with one hand while holding a Tupperware container in the other.

“No, I heard it,” he said, “but I had already prepared dinner, and I figured that you’d be too tired to stop by on your way home from work, and … And this way, I mean. I figured, if I came to you, then at least I’d get to see you.” He got to the bottom of the stairs, and his face split in a grin when he got a good look at Billy. “You look like you’ve had a hell of a night.” Holding up the Tupperware, he grinned. “You need some pasta. And maybe a hug?”

Billy let out a laugh that was almost a giggle, and leaned in –

– and seemed to remember, in the last second, that they weren’t alone down there. He turned to Amy with wide eyes, which alerted Steve to the fact that there was someone else down there with them. Amy met their eyes with a grin and a little wave. “Hello.”

“Uh,” Steve said eloquently. “Hi.”

“I’m … Uh,” was what Billy managed, and even in the low light of the storm lantern it was clear that his blush was back.

Taking pity on them, Amy cleared her throat. “Right. Well, since you’re here, Steve,” she aimed a pointed look at Billy, “maybe you can give Billy a ride home. Because you took the bus today, didn’t you Billy?”

“I –“ Billy started, but snapped his mouth shut at the look she gave him. “Yes? Yes. But …”

“Oh, I can do that!” Steve said, looking all too eager.

“But what about all this?” Billy said and motioned to the room around them. “I’m not gonna leave you to do all this work by yourself.”

“What work?” Amy said and grabbed a flashlight, shining it around the room. What was left was basically a couple of now-empty shelves, both metal and wood, as well as a few half-full trash bags in the middle of the room. “We’re almost done. We’ve saved what we can. Frankie can deal with the plumbing and the electricity when he gets back. You’ve done more than enough for tonight. Go home.”

It was clear that Billy was tempted, but. “You’re not the boss of me.”

“I’m the head bartender, so technically, I do outrank you.”

Billy snorted, but still seemed to hesitate. As if to help, Amy grabbed two of the trash bags next to her and held them up. “Okay, how about this; get rid of these on your way out, and then go home. I’ll go back to Tyler and Hank, and we’ll leave the rest for another day, okay?”

Finally, Billy cracked. “Okay, fine. Thanks, Amy.”

He walked up to her to grab the trash bags, and when he came close enough, she leaned in and said, under her breath. “That boy is absolutely besotted. It’s disgusting. You’re definitely boyfriends.”

Billy gave her a glare but didn’t comment, and he also looked like he had to fight to hold back a smile. Amy didn’t even try to hold back her own grin. Instead she leaned around Billy and caught Steve’s eye and said, oh-so-innocently, “Maybe you can get him out of those wet clothes, too?” She got the pleasure of seeing both men splutter and blush before she added, “And into something warm and dry, I mean. We wouldn’t want him to catch a cold.”

“No, no,” Steve said, nodding like a bobble-head while Billy glared silent daggers her way. “I can do that. Yeah. I mean –”

“Okay, let’s go,” Billy said and grabbed him by the arm with the hand not holding the trash bags, turning him around and marching him up the stairs as quickly as possible. “Bye Amy!”

“Bye Amy,” Steve echoed, polite as ever.

“Bye boys!” Amy called after them. “Have a nice date!”

Billy’s face was red as they reached the now crammed corridor at the top of the stairs, and he didn’t look at Steve as he ordered him to wait there while he took out the trash. The night air did little to help his blush, but a couple of deep breaths at least made it so he could look in Steve’s face when he got back inside. Where he found that Steve was looking a bit blushy, too.

“So. Um.” He nodded to the Tupperware that Steve was still holding. “Pasta, huh?”

“Yup,” Steve said and shook the container a little awkwardly. “I figured you’d … want some. But I just realized that I don’t know if you guys even have a microwave here, so. Maybe it was dumb –“

“No!” Billy hurried to say. “Not dumb. It was … nice. Of you. To come all this way. With the …” He looked in Steve’s eyes and faltered. “Um. With the … pasta.”

“I mean,” Steve said, taking a step forward. “If you want, and if it’s not too late, we could … we could go back to my place. Heat it up? The plates are still on the table.”

Billy’s tongue darted out across his bottom lip, and he swallowed. “If you don’t mind?”

“No! No it’s … that would be nice.”

“I’d like that.”

They smiled at each other, standing very close, and only when they heard footsteps approaching did they step away from each other and seem to shake themselves out of the moment. And just in time, too. A middle-aged man appeared next to a tower of boxes, holding a plastic bag that by the logo, contained some kind of fast food.

“Oh, hello,” he said, and when he spotted Billy, his eyes lit up in recognition. “Billy, hi.”

“Hi, Tim,” Billy said. “Looking for Amy?”

“Yes, that grumpy man at the bar said she would be back here somewhere?”

Billy snorted. “Congratulations, you’ve met Hank. Yeah, well, she’s in the basement, but we’re done for the night.” He pointed to the door to the basement. “That way, down the stairs.”

“Thank you kindly. Have a lovely evening.”

“Same to you,” Billy said, and as the man passed, Billy grabbed a hold of Steve’s arm again and steered him towards the exit.

Steve was frowning. “Was that …?”

“Amy’s boyfriend,” Billy added, a little smugly. “Yup.”

Steve looked over his shoulder to get a glimpse of the man, but he had already disappeared through the doorway. “Huh.”

Billy laughed. “Watch it, pretty boy. If you keep looking after other men like that, I might become jealous.”

Steve’s head snapped back, and he opened his mouth to – no doubt – assure Billy that that wasn’t the case, but one look at Billy’s face was all that he needed to relax.

“Ha ha,” he said. “Very funny.”

“I thought so,” Billy said and took the Tupperware out of Steve’s hand. “Now, take me home. I’m starving.”

(For @mikajupiterjonesingtimcurryfeet)

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

prompt from @scealaiscoite

prompt: "please, i'm begging you. don't make me watch the nightmare before christmas again."

tags: @illiana-mystery, @fangsandroses, @onedirectionlovers2014

warnings: swearing, drinking

“Peter!” I yelled as Charley and Amy curled up on the other couch. “Get your ass in here!”

“give me a second asshole!” Peter yelled back, making the other couple laugh. “You’re making me carry all the fucking food. Least you could do is help!” Laughing, I stood up. Amy laughed as I slowly started to walk to where Peter was. “Fina-fucking-ly.” Peter laughed when I appeared on the doorway. I flipped him off as I grabbed the drinks and what I could of the food.

“Damn. Those kids sure eat a lot.” I laughed as we carried everything to the living room. “Alright. Foods on the table don’t kill us trying to get it. AH!” I screamed as charley lunged for the popcorn bowl, making amy laugh as she grabbed a drink from the other pile. “Fucking piranhas.” I muttered as I sat down next to Peter. He laughed as the younger couple settled in.

“what are we watching?” Peter asked.

“nightmare before Christmas.” Amy said, earning an eye roll from both males. Charley and Peter shared a look before turning towards their respective partners. Charley was talking to Amy in a hushed tone while Peter raised his eyebrows at me.

“darling, I love you. You know I do.” He took my hands and rubbed his thumbs over my knuckles. “But please, I’m begging you. Don’t make me watch nightmare before Christmas again.” I smiled softly at him.

“Pete, it’s not for me. Amy has never seen it and this is her pick.” I explained. Peter looked over at the other couple arguing and nodded. “After that you can pick whatever you want. I don’t care if it’s the bloodiest, most violent movie ever made. But please. Let her have this.” Peter nodded again.

“alright.” He whispered. “But this is the last time. After this, you have no excuses.” I nodded and Peter looked over at the younger couple. He whistled to get Charley’s attention. “Hey chuck! Drop it. We’re watching it.” Charley opened his mouth to say something but Peter gave him a look that made Charley nod. Amy looked over at us and smiled in thanks. “You know you owe me for this right?” Peter whispered in my ear as the movie started.

“yeah.” I whispered back. “That slutty Halloween costume you wanted me to wear to the hard rock party? How about I wear it just for you?” Peters eyes lit up and he nodded before kissing me.

“that’ll cover your debt.” He smiled at me before settling in to watch the movie.

[hp-yuletide-bliss]

Fest Dailies Prompts

Once bitten and twice shy | ‘Last Christmas’ by Wham

In the frosty air | ‘Jingle Bell Rock’ by Bobby Helms

When we finally kiss goodnight | ‘Let it snow’ by Frank Sinatra

There’s just one thing I need | ‘All I want for Christmas is you’ by Mariah Carey

Partridge in a pear tree | ‘12 days of Christmas’

The road is so long | ‘Happy Xmas (The war is over) by John Lennon

Have a cup of cheer | ‘Holly Jolly Christmas’ by Michael Bublé

I’m gonna find that girl | ‘Snow is falling’ by Shakin Stevens

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire | ‘The Christmas Song’ by King Cole Trio

Dreaming of white Christmas | ‘White Christmas’ by Bing Crosby

Don’t make me fall in love again | ‘Santa Tell Me’ by Ariana Grande

Stars are shining on us | ‘You Make It Feel Like Christmas’ by Gwen Stefani

Tales of glories of Christmases | “It’s The Most Wonderful Time of the Year’ by Andy Williams

You’re my kind of present | ‘My kind of present’ by Meghan Trainor

Blue memories start calling | ‘Blue Christmas’ by Elvis Presley

We’re happy tonight | ‘Winter Wonderland’ by Darlene Love

You’re coming home | ‘One More Sleep’ by Leona Lewis

Singin' how I always loved you | ‘Christmas Lights’ by Amy Shark

With a broomstick in his hand | ‘Frosty the Snowman’ by Perry Como

Holding me tight | ‘Underneath the tree’ by Kelly Clarkson

Where the love light gleams | ‘I’ll be home for Christmas’ by Camila Cabello

I've grown a little leaner, grown a little colder | ‘We need a little Christmas’ by Pentatonix

Let your heart be light | “Have yourself a merry little Christmas’ by Frank Sinatra

Green ribbon in my hair | ‘Cheer’ by Bishop Briggs

It’s Christmas time | ‘Shake up Christmas’ by Train 

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You'll find the fest rules here and the Ao3 Collection here.

[helphowdoiusethis]

I made my gift for @royal-chandler

To preface this goes of book cannon, so characters like Leo, Cash and June are here! So yeah.

I was going to make three fics for you but my motivation decided to dip so I’m sorry, but yeah; you may have two other gifts coming during the year! Who knows- I really did want to write for the other prompts!

I took the prompt: firstprince, ringing in the new year as a family with kids

Alex and Henry have mixed feelings about new years. If you asked a Henry before Alex if he loved new years? He would say no, the need to be too proper and the loud firework displays of London and every where else in the UK and after his dad has passed having bad days due to debilitating grief. Henry before Alex hated new years, he detested it until Alex’s New Year’s Eve party and things change there.

But if you asked Alex, he’s always loved new years, the fireworks, the sparklers, the barbecue. He tried to bring that energy to his new years function that he held each year, but when Henry had attended and through his life upside down in the best way possible, Alex had adapted his way of celebrating with Henry, careful to avoid going outside to watch the displays on new years if Henry had a specifically bad days on Christmas or after it.

After each year with the other; after being outed, after they were out properly to the world and Alex’s mom was in office again were good. After years of just enjoying each others company, David’s also and a good few years of married new years nights and days they decided to have children and that made new years a lot more chaotic than even their first kiss new years had been.

The two girls, Elizabeth and Clementine had seen a few new years with Alex and Henry; both had taken Alex's love of new years and the traditions that the Claremont-Diaz family had for the new years nights in Texas. Due to spending so much time split between England; much to Henry’s dismay but the girls and Alex’s happiness of seeing the fireworks in London but the family have rarely spend a proper new years in America since the girls came into their lives, having the 1st of January or the 30th of December to celebrate the drawing close of a year over in America in a way the entire family preferred.

Normally Alex would be frantically packing the girls bag at 6 morning of the 31st of December or re packing he had left Clementine's favourite pair of boots to wear in the Uk and the girl had refused to go aware unless carried by Alex and Alex only, making the journey through customs and security a challenge. However today Alex didn't need to pack, cause they weren't going over the pond to England this year, he doesn’t know how Henry convince his family to let them miss new years in England this year but the light in the girls eyes when their dad told them they get to do new years in Texas? Whatever Henry did was worth it to see those little girls eyes widen like it was a second Christmas.

Getting the Claremont-Diaz family together in Texas was not as difficult a task as Henry had first thought, June, Pez and Nora where already on their ways over after no frantic call from Alex at four in the morning had happened. Oscar had said they never even need to bargain and he'd be there in four hours. Bea was over in London with the Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor's and had apologised for missing the girls first out of the Uk new years, Shaan and Zhara had also apologised for also being over the pond; the pair being family just as the rest.

Ellen, Leo, Amy and Cash where also on their ways as soon as the invites had been given out.

So the only thing now was to clean up and get ready for hosting new years.

This was eaiser said than done. Having two girls that were raised by Alex Claremont-Diaz, they were messy.

Cleaning up was rarely in the girls vocabulary so when Henry had been cleaning up the living room, Alex had taken the girls outside to get the garden ready; getting the girls and himself covered in dirt and mud in a record time of 10 minutes. So after baths and tidying of bathrooms and bedrooms and getting dressed, people arrived.

As the night drew on, Alex was outside with the girls, enjoying the sparklers that he had gone and brought at 3 pm as most of the Claremont-Diaz’s, Nora, Pez, Cash and Amy were all outside as well while Henry called his family and set up the news, so he could call his family in when the time came, avoiding the mass amount of noise that came from two screaming little girls being chased by hyper family when he was not exactly in the mindset of dealing with the volume, still in his Uk new years mind.

When it got closer to the time and the family had been called in, the girls had settled with Alex and Henry, perched between the couple and tucked up in pyjamas for when the clock hits twelve and they are sent off to bed. It’s one minute too and every one is waiting, the clock clicks slow, phones go off with happy new years from every other timezone that has already started the next year. It’s 30 seconds to, Clementine and Elizabeth both say that they love their family while almost falling asleep, the family their say it back and the girls are a sleep, so Alex turns down the TV.

It’s ten seconds to new years, quiet counting in the house starts in tandem with turned down yelling from the TV.

It’s five seconds, Henry and Alex have carefully picked up the girls, ready to take them to bed as the whole house whispers a “4,3,2,1”.

And it’s new years. Quiet cheers and hugs exchanged, kisses from on the lips to forehead kisses are shared where appropriate, on the TV and in the house. Hugs are given to all, Henry and Alex bring the girls upstairs, setting them in beds and whispering happy new years to them before leaving.

The walk down stairs is quiet, until Alex stops the pair and kisses Henry gently with a whispered, “Happy new years, Baby” that Henry responded with a gentle and quiet, “Happy new years, Dear”.

Before returning to the rest of their family, rather happily.

@rwrbnygiftexchange

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

From your Christmas prompt list, could you do #5 Joseph Quinn x fem!reader?

thank you for requesting!

Prompt 5: staying up late wrapping presents for your kids

PRESENTS

Pairings: Joseph Quinn x Wife!reader Summary: wrapping your kids Christmas gifts together. Warnings: none.

🦌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆꙳❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°°‧❆⋆.ೃ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ

"how about we get these kiddos to bed, yeah?" Your husband whispered as you snuggled into his side, your kids in your laps, fast asleep as the grinch played softly on the television

it's the first time you and Joseph have had a shared break together due to filming in a while and it was nice to have your family all together again after a couple of months apart. so you promised to spend as much time together for the holidays before going back to filming by the new year. Joseph having to go back to fantastic four only a few days later

it was difficult to handle having your little babies and work but it was good to have family near by. but you cherished these moments.

Little Ben on your lap and Ivy on Joe's, both snoring in their matching pj's

you yawned, nodding your head before Joseph got up, groaning at he lifted your 5 year old daughter as lightly, trying not to wake her up as you lifted ben up, getting up from your couch as you walked up to the second floor.

you tucked them in to their beds and kissed their foreheads before sighing when you shut the door to Ben's bedroom, letters with images of Dinosaurs spelling out B-E-N on the white door.

you felt the warmth of your husbands' hand on the small of your back, a kiss being placed delicately to your head as he started going down the hall, to your bedroom where you had hidden the Christmas presents for your kids.

you followed in after him and helped him carry things downstairs to the Livingroom, the movie still playing in the background before Joseph asked you

"I'm gonna make hot chocolate, do you want some?"

you smile before sitting on the rug on the floor right by your large Christmas tree "yes please"

you had brought out your wrapping paper and lined it up with the first gift for Ivy, trying to figure out how to wrap the big box without wasting or making it look bag.

you huffed and taped a few pieces before flipping it over, folding over the paper and putting a sticker on it, cutting a roll of ribbon to tie around the width on the present and tying a nice bow with the red mesh of lace, smiling to yourself before putting it under the tree

Joseph comes back a few minutes later, 2 festive themed mugs in his hands as he sits down beside you, placing the cups on the coffee table beside him before grabbing Ben's gift from Santa, picking up a different wrapping paper and wrapping it

"he's going to love this" he laughed

"I know. we're lucky you found it. I wouldn't know what else to get him" you shrugged, reaching over to grab your mug of hot coco, humming at the sweet taste of the melting marshmallows

pressing a sticker bow to Ben's gift, you placed it under the tree on the other side, going to wrap many of the other gifts

it was nice, staying together in silence, just enjoying each others presence after what seemed like forever apart, this was exactly what you wished for, a perfect relationship where you could be comfortable enough to sit together and just enjoy the moment without much having to be said, it was nice.

after a while he spoke up, looking over at you

"all these presents are making me want to give you yours early" he bounced his leg, hitting your knee gently

you had a no early gifts rule, he knew it, but he just couldn't wait to give it to you. the anticipation of your reaction will slowly kill him.

you shook your head "nuh uh- you'll have to wait until tomorrow, Joseph, because I don't want it, not yet" you laughed under your breath

"just one?" he placed his hand on your knee, tracing shapes on your skin as he leaned closer to you

"no" you denied, reaching up to cup his cheek, pressing a peck to his soft lips

"you're going to love it" he mumbled

"I love whatever you give me, you know that" you frowned teasingly

"I know, but I really outdid myself this year" he smiled proudly, leaning back to grab another one of the kids' gifts.

"I bet you did, Honey. I reckon I did better, though" you teased

"you could try, but I doubt it" he chuckled "I bet I'll love it too, though"

after a while, the presents were all wrapped, and the hot chocolate was all gone

you stood up and smiled at the stack of gifts under the tree, wrapping your arms around Joseph's shoulders, leaning your head on his chest

"I love you" he murmured, snaking his hands around your waist, swaying you side to side

you hummed "I love you too"

you stayed there for a while, swaying to the light music playing that you turned on halfway through wrapping.

everything was so perfect. him, the perfect father, husband.

you let go and took your mugs to the kitchen, loading them into the dishwasher after rinsing them out. walking out to see Joseph eating some of the cookies for Santa, dipping it in the glass of milk your kids had prepared before watching the Grinch, where they would fall asleep.

you stifled a laugh and turned the tv and lights off, the only light source being the streetlight illuminating through the windows, snow piling onto the windowsill.

you walked up the stairs and to the balcony and bit into the few carrots in the bowl of water meant for the reindeer.

it was an understatement to say you were tired, staying up late just so you could see the smiles on your kids faces in the morning, tearing the paper off the boxes and celebrating a new toy.

🦌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆꙳❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°°‧❆⋆.ೃ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ

"mummy! daddy! Christmas!" you groaned, immediately smiling as you watch your kids jump on your bed, waking you and Joseph up from your much needed sleep

"we're up, we're up" Joseph sat up, leaning against the headboard as he yawned, pulling them into his embrace, hearing a fit of giggles when he ticked their sides

you smiled as you stretched your limbs, rubbing your face as you woke up to the early cold morning of Christmas

"Merry Christmas" you mumbled as you yawned

Joseph paused his tickle fight, leaning over to you "Merry Christmas"

he kissed your cheek as Ben and Ivy jumped on you, smiling and yelling about presents, both jumping of the bed, Ben struggling as he leaned down, his feet dangling over the bed as he slipped down, Ivy holding his hand as they both ran out.

🦌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆꙳❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°°‧❆⋆.ೃ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ

[zzalina]

Here's an enjoltaire one-shot inspired by 12 days of Les Mis by @lesmis-prompts

Mistletoe

Les Amis were at the ABC cafe. The meeting had just ended but they weren't going home. It was almost Christmas and they weren't going to see each other until after the holidays so they had decided to celebrate a little party together. Outside was cold, but inside it was warm and festive. They were drinking, singing and laughing. But Enjolras wasn't there. He was just about to walk out the door when Grantaire stopped him.

- Are you leaving already? -he asked, grabbing him by the shoulder- C'mon Enjolras, stay a little, have a drink- said Grantaire, offering him a bottle of wine.

- I don't have time, R. I'm tired and have a lot of stuff to do.

- Oh, come on! You always have things to do. You know what you never do? Having fun. Can't you stop thinking about the revolution for just one night? It's Christmas, man -he looked into Enjolras' blue eyes, with seriousness in his gaze- Y'now? I really thought you would stay tonight. I was looking forward to it. But I guess we're not that important to you. The only thing you seem to care about is the rebellion, not your friends.

- That's not true!

Of course it wasn't true. Enjolras cared a lot about his friends. Specially about Grantaire. He was always there when he needed him. Even if he was obviously not as involved in the revolution as the others, he was always there helping out. And maybe he was right. Perhaps Enjolras was a little bit obsessed with his plans and had forgotten to enjoy the life he was willing to risk while he still had it. He looked at Grantaire, who seemed genuinely sad.

- I'm sorry, R... -He said, approaching him- You're righ. Maybe I've left important things aside.

- You've doing it for a very long time... You've missed a lot of things.

- I know...

He knew, of course he knew. He used to stay with his friends when the meetings ended, having a drink, talking about silly things... Just spending time together. But recently he had started going straight home, even if every day Grantaire asked him to stay. He always found some reason to leave, he either had something to do or was too tired. And that made him miss a lot of things. Every day he felt further away from his friends, but he tried to ignore it. He had no time to deal with his feelings, he had a revolution to plan. He had no time for silly things like friendship and love. But what was the point of fighting for a better world if he wasn't going to have anyone to share it with?

He was not going to miss anything else. It was time to make up for lost time. It was time to appreciate what he had before losing it all. It was time to do everything he hadn't done. Everything. And it was time to stop ignoring his feelings due to the fear of losing what he didn't even have yet.

-Grantaire... -Said Enjolras, looking at him. He seemed disappointed. Enjolras felt a little bit guilty.

-Yeah, I know, you are sorry but you have to go. Okay. You always say the same.

-No. Look up -interrupted Εnjolras, pointing to the ceiling.

-Yeah, we decorated -said Grantaire, without even looking at the decoration-. Gavrouche wanted to put the star on top of the tree and helped Jehan and I hang the mistletoe...

-Mistletoe... -Enjolras smiled. He looked at Grantaire in the eyes and moved closer to him. Grantaire looked back at him confused, uncertain whether what he thought was happening was really happening. Before he knew it, their lips were touching. Much to Grantaire's surprise, Enjolras was kissing him.

- You know what, Grantaire? I think I'll stay -Enjolras smiled and headed towards where the rest of the group was- Hey guys, is there any wine left for me?!

Grantaire stood there, smiling, not quite believing the Christmas miracle he had just experienced.

[sofya-fanfics]

Un cadeau du Père Noël

Fandom : Ranma ½

Relationship : Ranma x Akane

Voici ma participation pour le 2024 12 Days of Christmas Challenge pour le prompt : Cadeau.

J’espère que ça vous plaira.

Résumé : « Tu es très jolie avec ces barrettes, dit Kasumi. »

Akane sourit à sa sœur et toucha une des barrettes en forme d’étoile.

« Merci. C’est un cadeau du Père Noël. »

Elle lança un regard à Ranma et rougit.

Disclaimer : Ranma 1/2 appartient à Rumiko Takahashi.

@12daysofchristmas

AO3 / FF.NET

Ranma faisait les cents pas devant la chambre d’Akane. Il posa un paquet cadeau devant la porte mais le ramassa aussitôt. Il avait fait ça toute la soirée. À chaque fois qu’il s’apprêtait à frapper à sa porte, il changeait d’avis et faisait demi-tour. Heureusement que personne ne le voyait. En particulier Nabiki qui lui réclamerait de l’argent pour garder le silence.

Il retourna dans sa chambre. Genma était profondément endormi dans sa forme de panda. Ranma s’assit sur son futon regarda le paquet cadeau qu’il avait posé devant lui. Il l’avait acheté il y a quelques jours et il ne lui restait que peu de temps pour le donner à Akane.

Il y a deux semaines, alors que Kasumi leur avait demandé de faire des courses, Akane s’était arrêtée devant une boutique. Elle regardait avec envie deux barrettes en forme d’étoile et qui étaient décorées de strass rose. Elles brillaient de mille feu à la lumières. Akane soupira en regardant le prix et marmonna un « tant pis ». Elle n’avait rien ajouté d’autre et était partie continuer les courses. Ranma la regarda s’éloigner et porta son attention sur le prix des barrettes. Il grimaça. Il s’était dit que ça aurait été le cadeau parfait pour Akane, mais il n’avait pas les moyens de les acheter.

En rentrant au dojo, il s’enferma dans sa chambre et prit la boite où il cachait ses économies. C’était un peu d’argent qu’il avait réussi à économiser et qu’il avait caché pour ne pas que son père ou Happosai ne le trouvent. Si jamais ils mettaient la main dessus, ils se précipiteraient pour tout dépenser. Il compta le peu de billets qui s’y trouvaient. Comme il le pensait, il n’y avait pas assez pour acheter les barrettes. Il savait ce qui lui restait à faire. Il devait demander de l’argent à Nabiki. Elle accepta contre des intérêts. Ranma savait qu’il était fichu. Il n’y avait rien de pire que de devoir de l’argent à Nabiki. Mais il voulait faire ce cadeau à Akane. Et maintenant qu’ils étaient arrivés au moment de Noël, il n’osait pas lui donner.

Il passa rageusement ses mains dans les cheveux et grogna de mécontentement. Genma se retourna brusquement sur le côté, mais ne se réveilla pas. Ranma se leva. Cette fois, il allait lui donner son cadeau. Et il n’y avait qu’un seul moyen pour que personne ne le voit.

Il sortit dans le jardin et sauta sur une branche de l’arbre en face de la fenêtre d’Akane. Il réussi à l’ouvrir et entra dans la chambre sans faire un bruit. Il entendit de petits couinements. Ranma fronça les sourcils. Bien sûr, Ryoga était là. Il supportait de moins en moins de le voir se transformer en petit cochon pour rester dans le lit d’Akane. Parfois, Ranma se demandait comment il réussissait à se taire et à ne rien dévoiler à Akane. Parce que même s’ils étaient rivaux, ils étaient quand même amis, disait à chaque fois une petite voix dans sa tête. Ryoga couina plus fort.

« Tais-toi crétin ! Tu vas réveiller Akane. »

Ryoga lui sauta dessus et lui mordit la main. Ranma se retint de hurler de douleur. Il secoua violemment la main, projetant Ryoga qui rebondit contre le mur et atterrit sur le lit. Akane se retourna au même moment et écrasa le petit cochon de tout son poids. Ryoga essaya de se dégager, mais n’y arriva pas. Ranma rit et lui lança un regard mauvais.

« Bien fait pour toi, lança-t-il. »

Il posa le paquet cadeau sur la table de nuit. Il regarda Akane une dernière fois et sourit. Il monta sur le bord de la fenêtre et sauta dans le jardin.

******

Le lendemain matin, toute la famille était réunie autour de la table pour prendre le petit-déjeuner. Akane arriva avec Ryoga, ou plutôt P-chan, dans ses bras. Elle s’assit et Kasumi lui tendit un bol de riz.

« Tu es très jolie avec ces barrettes. »

Akane sourit à sa sœur et toucha une des barrettes en forme d’étoile.

« Merci. C’est un cadeau du Père Noël. »

Kasumi la regarda, surprise, mais ne demanda pas plus d’explication. Akane lança un regard à Ranma et rougit. Elle reporta son attention sur son petit-déjeuner. Ranma rougit également et ne put s’empêcher de penser qu’elle était vraiment jolie avec ses barrettes.

Fin

[roseharpermaxwell]

RWRB FirstPrince Holiday Recs

Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's Eve - click below for my favorites.

I Don't Know About You, But I'm Feeling... by @iboatedhere. T, 794 words. Four birthdays in Alex's life.

it was the fourth of july (you and i were fireworks) by dreakawa. G, 1k. Alex has always loved fireworks. They were loud and bright and beautiful; in a way, he felt at peace among them.

Tonight, though.

Tonight, Alex watches in amazement as his roommate and best friend, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, gazes up at the display, his big blue eyes taking it all in, lips curved in a gummy smile that takes up his entire face, and oh.

Alex isn't watching the show.

Alex is watching Henry.

love, we begin by rizcriz. T, 1.1k. Henry loves his best friend. Absolutely adores Pez for all he’s worth and then some. But current circumstances have left him with a deep sense of loathing that cannot be outweighed by his hatred for any other thing in existence. In fact, Henry hates Pez so much right now that he wishes they’d never met.

All this to say, it’s two minutes to New Years, Henry’s at a party with only one person he knows—who has very much abandoned him— and is surrounded by horny women eyeing him like he’s going to be their magical prince in shining armor New Years kiss.

or, Henry gets a New Years kiss.

kiss me, and tell me that i’ll see you again by fxckingeyelashes. T, 2k. “Forgive me if I’m being too forward, but are you into guys perhaps? I’d like to know if I have a chance.”

“A chance at what?” Alex raises his eyebrows. It’s only then that he notices the rainbow G A Y under Henry’s name.

“A chance to be your new year’s kiss.”

(you can start) a family who will always show you love by @waterloolovers. T, 2.1k. “Confetti eggs.”

“Cascarones, but yes,” Alex grins, “I’ll give you a pass since your Spanish is a bit tragic.”

“Rude.” Henry rolls his eyes fondly. “So you just… chase each other around and try to smash eggs on each other? Seems rather messy with confetti going everywhere.”

“It’s very messy, but that’s the fun part of it. It’s meant to bring good fortune for the rest of the year."

The Spirit of Giving by @cha-melodius. T, 2.3k. His practice tamales come out pretty damned good, if he says so himself, and the ones for the holiday party are going to be even better. Alex is confident now that there’s no way his won’t be the best dish a the whole potluck; he’s definitely going to win (and no, he doesn’t care that you can’t ‘win’ a potluck, June).

(1 million words challenge holiday edition, prompt: “My holiday dish is better than your holiday dish.”)

Speaking my Language by HMS_Chill. G, 2.3k. Prompt:

"Alex always saying sweet things to Henry in Spanish but won't tell him what any of it means, and he's always google translating them and awe-ing at how cute Alex is and then like maybe he learns how to say something adorable to and says it to Alex and Alex just like melts or something"

one of your girls. by seafloor. M, 2.4k. New Years Eve; three years later. An hour before midnight.

Santa, Tell Me by @harrysglasses. G, 2.5k. Henry receives a very special gift from his office Secret Santa and is determined to find out who it's from.

we play all day (and spread holiday cheer) by headabovethewater. E, 2.5k. Nora guffaws. “You fucked Santa’s Elf?!”

“I mean,” Alex pauses and shrugs, “not with the costume on, obviously.”

“I can’t fucking believe you,” Nora exclaims, her hands cupping her own face in disbelief. She looks over Alex’s shoulder and cocks an eyebrow, before she lowers her hands and her tone, and asks, “Since when do you have a thing for blondes?”

I'll Have a Flu Christmas by @three-drink-amy. G, 2.7k. Plans go awry when Alex comes down with the flu right before Christmas while Henry waits for him to fly over and meet him in England. Prepared to spend Christmas sick and alone, Alex doesn't expect Henry to take matters into his own hands.

i think i'm falling for you by WaterlooLovers. T, 2.8k. Henry blinks at the man. He’s thankful the rink is fairly dark, only disco lights and black lights surrounding them, so the man can’t see the blush on his cheeks. The man is gorgeous, and still holding his waist, and Henry might be hallucinating. Maybe he did crack his skull on the hard rink floor. “Um.”

Trick or Kiss by @hillerskas. NR, 2.9k. Henry’s been here for ten minutes and he’s already causing Alex to feel some feelings. He supposes Henry has made him a bit scared with his costume, but not in the god given Halloween way he should.

Or, Alex is throwing the Halloween party of the year and can't quite figure out why the Prince of England is haunting his every thought.

onward to adventure by rizcriz. T, 3k. Some men would call Henry a fool.

He’s standing at a bar an hour to midnight in a packed nightclub on New Years Eve hoping to catch sight of a man he’s met all of once. Perhaps fool is too lighthearted a word for what he is. Foolishly optimistic—though, he’s never been deemed the optimistic sort before, he supposes there’s a first for everything.

Some people, people like Pez, who are standing watch—or, rather, dancing watch from a respectable distance away—call Henry a reformed fool. Because the fool part came a year ago when he let the world’s most perfect match disappear into a crowd and out of Henry’s life with the promise of returning in a year.

May Your New Years Dreams Come True by chamel. T, 3.1k. “In fact, I’d wager money my date will by far be the hottest there.”

Hunter scoffs, which honestly Henry doesn’t understand. It’s not like Alex hasn’t pulled in some real lookers to previous years’ parties, much to Henry’s chagrin. “Really? You want to bet?”

Alex shrugs. “Sure.”

“Henry,” Hunter says suddenly, finally—and unfortunately—acknowledging that he’s actually been standing there the whole time. “You want in on this?”

(1 million words challenge holiday edition, prompt: "Competition to see who can bring the hottest date to the New Year’s party")

you and me, forevermore by @theprinceandagcd. T, 3.1k. "He pushes up on his toes to kiss Henry, who returns the kiss immediately, greedily, tongue brushing against his in a way that makes Alex's brain short circuit just as much as it did a year ago.

A year ago.

It still does something to him, stirs something deep inside him that makes his entire body feel like pure mush. It's a memory burned so bright in his mind - cold air, a buzz in his veins, a tree in a quiet garden, fingers gripping his face, soft lips against his.

The night his world turned on its axis and shifted toward Henry, altering his path and forever tilting him closer."

Or, Alex and Henry on New Year's Eve, one year after their first, and Alex wants it to be special.

don't let me get drunk again by @getmehighonmagic. E, 3.1k. Alex had never wanted to cancel plans as much as he had while watching Henry pull a pair of light wash, tight jeans over his stockinged legs and bare ass.

Christ, he’s getting hard thinking about it now.

Merry Christmas, Darling by lucy_in_the_sky. E, 3.2k. Alex and Henry's first Christmas together as a couple. Just some good ol' fashioned Christmas smut

Wherever you are, as ever I remain by gallifreyandglowclouds. M, 3.4k. 'It’s transparently a lie, and he shouldn’t lie to Alex, but he can’t help it in the moment. He so badly wants everything to just be fine, to love this new life without a foot stuck in the old one.'

Henry can't help but feel a little homesick during his first Christmas in Brooklyn.

stars by the pocketful by weather_stained. T, 3.7k. Henry is having a terrible Halloween, so terrible that he completely forgets it even is Halloween until Alex shows up at his door asking to borrow a prop for June's costume.

Though Henry opts out of June's Halloween party, Alex makes sure he doesn't spend the holiday alone.

Call It Even by @smc-27. T, 3.7k. Alex shrugs. “I’ll go with you.”

Terrible, terrible, no good idea.

Too bad his mouth works faster than his brain. Which is…another thing he wishes to not think about. His mouth, and Alex, and all the things he could do to that man.

“All right.”

Fuck.

(aka: henry needs a +1 for a holiday party. his roommate offers.)

Help Yourself to Happiness by ronans. NR, 3.8k. ‘So you’re taking the post down, I assume? Now we’re both sober and in control of our impulses?’

Pez barks a laugh. ‘Absolutely not.’

‘I know we discussed the very real possibility that I would cry myself into oblivion without you here singing horrendously off key Christmas carols, but… isn’t this a little… desperate?’

‘I’m willing to see where this will take us, aren’t you?’ Pez asks, raising an eyebrow.

‘Says the man who would be safely out of the country after setting his best friend up with a potential murderer.’

Pez levels him with a look and then picks up Henry’s phone. ‘How many polos did he play?’ Pez turns the screen around so Henry can see the comment. ‘Does that sound like a person with murderous tendencies?’

Henry snatches the phone back. ‘This is a terrible idea.’

Or, A drunken night leads to Pez posting on Reddit, calling on any singles in the area to help Henry be a little less lonely this Christmas.

to see myself in someone’s eyes by saintsnames. G, 4.4k. five fathers, five father’s days

or: a father’s day each in the lives of oscar, arthur, leo, henry, and alex

I'm not gay, but my apparel is by @clottedcreamfudge. T, 4.5k. “I’m not a salesman,” Alex points out, coming out from behind the counter and rolling up his sleeves. “I’m a purveyor of oddities, curiosities, and intrigue.”

“Yes, I saw your sign.”

“And now here we are,” Alex says, gesturing grandly and expansively to the space around him.

“Here we are,” the man says softly, then pulls one hand out of his coat pocket and holds it out to Alex. “Henry Fox-Mountchristen. I would like to purchase an oddity, curiosity, or an item of intrigue.”

you bring blue lights to dreams by headabovethewater. E, 4.5k. When Alex pulls him a bit closer and kisses him again, he thinks he sees a flash of blue peek through the opening in Henry’s shirt, but he ignores the thrill that travels down his spine and shrugs it off. Wishful thinking, he’s sure.

Or, Henry surprises Alex as they celebrate New Year's Eve together.

baby, be mine by strwbrryfox. T, 4.8k. five times alex asks henry to be his valentine and one time henry beats him to it ♥️

many times, many ways by @littlemisskittentoes. M, 4.8k. The thing is, Alex knows he can’t replace the bittersweet wave of memories that swarm Henry’s head at the sight of snow flurries and smell of peppermint in the air. He doesn’t want to. He wants Henry to keep those close, even if it is through the sepia tone of melancholy.

But Alex can’t help but wonder if maybe he can find a way to balance poignancy with something a bit easier. Something a little bit lighter. Something Henry can revisit to understand where he belongs, how he fits into the “happy” of it all any time he needs.

He looks over to Henry, finally asleep against his chest. He takes in the gentle slope of Henry’s nose, the fluttered fan of eyelashes against moon-bathed cheeks. He fixates on the subtle canyon, the soft part of Henry’s lips, the phantom wind of a silent snore, and Alex knows: the very least he can do is try.

or, holidays have always come as a reminder to Henry of what he’s lost. But Alex always manages to remind him of everything he’s gained too.

Ink it in on my skin, sign me up, make it last against the time by @hgejfmw-hgejhsf. E, 5.2k. “Okay, then,” Alex says, and Henry can’t help but smile at the hint of mischief creeping into his voice, “there’s two weeks until Valentine’s Day. We each have that long to make it happen, and we’ll do a big reveal that night. Deal?” Flecks of gold are shimmering in his copper eyes. Henry leans forward, catching Alex’s lips to seal their accord.

“Agreed.”

OR

Alex and Henry both decide to get tattoos.

I must tell you what you will not ask by @lizzie-bennetdarcy. E, 5.3k. Henry's plans for Christmas fall through, so Alex invites him home for the holidays. They're best friends, strictly platonic roommates, so why does everyone think they're dating?

Have you ever been alone in a crowded room? by @hgejfmw-hgejhsf. T, 5.4k. When the Legendary Balls-Out Bananas White House Trio New Year's Eve Party is interrupted by a security threat, Henry, Pez, Nora, June, and Alex find themselves locked in the White House library for their own protection with nothing but time, a few bottles of champagne, and some lighthearted conversation, until a single question threatens to change everything for Henry.

You and Me, Forevermore by milowren. NR, 5.6k. When Henry gets sick a few days after Christmas, he and Alex end up celebrating New Year's together in a different way than they planned.

Red, White, and British Blues by lucy_in_the_sky. E, 5.6k. Instead of the warm Texan sun, today Alex wakes up to an English chill. Instead of a lively barbecue packed with friends and family, he and Henry are scheduled to attend a state banquet later in the afternoon.

Again, he tries to not be disappointed. It’s just, he was really looking forward to a chance to take a break from all this nonsense for the weekend.

God bless the USA, or whatever.

where every wish comes true by @hypnostheory. E, 6k. “Locked out?”

“I forgot my keys,” Alex says with a sigh, leaning against his door with a muted shiver. He was planning on a heated Uber ride to June’s apartment, not standing out in the cold ass hallway. Alex hugs his coat closer to his chest. “My friend has my spare.”

Henry nods, leaning against his own door frame. Alex isn’t sure what the man does outside of going to grad school at NYU, but it must be bench-pressing horses based on the size of his biceps. Henry reaches up to push his glasses higher on his nose and Alex swears he wasn’t that bisexual when the day started. “Would you like to wait in my apartment for your friend?”

Alex gets locked out his apartment on Christmas Eve. He's forced to take refuge in his neighbor and occasional fuck buddy Henry's apartment, and together the two get into the Christmas spirit with the help of a festive costume and a silk ribbon.

The Honeymoon Suite by clottedcreamfudge. E, 6.1k. Henry's plane is grounded, which is absolutely fine, and not at all the worst possible outcome on Christmas Eve when he should already be on his way to London. Alex's plane is also grounded, but fortunately for his leggy British co-worker, he's a generous soul who's happy to share the room he managed to bag at a local hotel while they wait for their new flights.

So, so generous.

Baby, it's Halloween and we can be anything by sheisraging. E, 6.3k. Alex is furious. More furious than he should be about the whole thing, but still. Plans were made. Money was spent. Costumes were purchased—not even rented—purchased!

it's in the stars, it's who we are by @indomitable-love. E, 6.4k. 'Henry pulls back with wide, startled eyes, releases him roughly and staggers backwards. He lets out a mumbled curse and turns on his heel, and Alex has just enough of something still firing in his brain to reach out and catch Henry’s wrist. Just enough awareness of the fact that Henry is about to run, to say, ‘No, wait,’ before he can disappear through the snow.'

or, the AU where Henry doesn't run after the New Year's Eve kiss.

Re: Inappropriate Festive Party Conduct [Sent with High Importance!] by @largepeachicedtea. E, 6.5k.

Alex has changed his suit into something soft-looking and appropriately red, though the white shirt with the holly pin is still there, now accompanied by a trail of sparkly tinsel around his neck like a festive scarf. He’s holding a whiskey glass in one hand, leaning into something Nora is saying, and looks positively lethal. “Christ,” Henry mutters through a gulp of cider. “He looks good,” Pez agrees through a cheshire grin. “He always looks good,” Henry says. “Right now, he looks–” “Henry! Pez!” “Fuck.” “Alexander!” Pez hollers. “Babes!”

—

An office holiday party AU where Alex and Henry ignore the first rule of corporate festivities: Don't hook up with your coworker.

Ho for the Holidays by @whimsymanaged. E, 6.8k. “Listen, don’t worry about this,” Henry says quickly, already mentally crafting the passive-aggressive text he’s going to send Pez. “Better luck next year. I’ll just be off—“

“Hold your damn horses.” Alex stops Henry with a fast, surprisingly gentle hand to his wrist. His eyebrows furrow. “What did you put on your questionnaire?”

Henry’s ears go hot. “That’s none of your business.”

Alex scoffs and leans in closer. “Baby, we matched. It’s safe to say we have at least some interests in common. Be honest—was it because you confessed to having a secret desire to slap me?”

Or, Pez organizes an event called Ho for the Holidays, and these two idiots get paired up.

all my time is yours to spend by smc_27. T, 6.8k. Any way you look at it, Bea is not meant to be here, and if it were just the lights, he’d assume she forgot to turn them off. The fire burning is another thing entirely. The weather has been dreadful, and perhaps her flight was canceled. Surely, she’d have told him as much.

He should investigate.

Waffles & Conversation by clottedcreamfudge. E, 7k. “I’m fine, I swear. I just need to give it a proper clean and I’ll be fine.”

Ellen isn’t convinced. “Okay, but you’re letting Henry look at it later.”

Alex grits his teeth for what must be the thousandth time today and tries to keep his voice level. “No, I’m not. He’s a vet, mom.”

“And he’s the closest thing to a doctor we have coming tonight,” she says firmly, letting him take his hand back and raising her eyebrows at him. “It’s that or the ER, honey. Your choice.”

You're the Perfect Gift for Me by @cha-melodius. T, 7.2k. “Twenty-one-year-old Scotch,” the man says with a low whistle, looking more impressed than anything else. “Special occasion or just expensive taste?”

Alex can’t stop his grimace. “Came up here to propose,” he says, even though this random stranger doesn’t need to hear his woes. “Found out my girlfriend’s getting back together with her high school sweetheart.”

“Ouch,” the man replies, the word sounding slightly absurd in his rounded, posh accent. He looks at the bartender. “Leave the bottle.”

(Dumped two days before Christmas by his girlfriend, Alex meets a British writer who's spending Christmas on his own in generic Tiny Town, USA, and together they discover something new to celebrate.)

Snowed In? Snow Problem by @rmd-writes. E, 7.3k. The challenge: to write a fun college AU for the queen of college AUs (though she’ll probably be mad at me for saying so). Bonus points for also including the only one bed and getting caught doing something sus tropes.

The result: hopefully all of the above, plus they’re snowed in for the holidays.

AKA Henry and Alex get snowed in at their dorm for the holidays, whatever will they do?

It's Not Thanksgiving Without the Turkeys by allmylovesatonce. M, 7.5k. Thanksgiving 2020, Alex invites Henry to join the Claremont-Diaz family for Thanksgiving. More than anything, they're excited for another excuse to be together.

(Valen)Tie Me Up by @happinessofthepursuit. E, 7.7k. “Well, I actually made your gift at one of Pez’s workshops, though I’m sure they would’ve gotten it out of me anyway,” Henry says, voice fond.

Alex’s mind is whirring, going through the monthly calendars from Seize the Play. Pez leads classes multiple times a week, but there’s only a few that Henry could’ve attended, and one in particular that would explain his own gift…

“Which one?” Alex asks.

“I think that’ll immediately be clear.”

Or, Alex and Henry exchange gifts for their first Valentine’s together—then proceed to use them.

you make it look so easy, i know it's not by @anincompletelist. T, 7.9k. Bea’s to his left, speaking frantically on the phone with who Henry hopes is the fire brigade or someone else trained to deal with these— situations. In front of him, Pez is fumbling frustratedly with the water hose, showcasing his colorful vocabulary with a flourish of jerky hand movements and chaotic pacing. On either side of the fence, his neighbors are peaking over the sides to ask if everything’s okay, and Henry feels the resolution to make a good first impression crumbling and slipping rapidly out of his grasp. Even David watches on from inside the house, his sage eyes and patriotic bowtie appraising the scene and looking back to Henry as if to say I told you so.

And the fryer — the fryer itself is up in flames, thick gray smoke swirling up into the air and soaring high above the tree line now. In the distance, the echo of sirens. Henry may faint right here, in the middle of his backyard at his new home before he's even unpacked, with all the neighbors and his family and friends watching on, on his first official American Thanksgiving. It is, by all means, not what he’d envisioned for the day.

everything ever written about love by greenandmoss. E, 8.4k.

“Bet you’re glad you knocked on this door.”

“I am, actually.” Smiles should not be this disarming. It’s disconcerting.

It’s like they’re in a movie, where all the lines are pre-written, and the smiles and the looks all mean something. The couple are scripted to catch eyes, and fall in love with each other the second their lips touch. But that’s fucking ridiculous. Henry sits there like some kind of James-Bond-Jude-Law heartthrob, and Alex’s life is not a movie. This is not how real life plays out.

Or: The Holiday au but it's just that one scene where Cameron Diaz meets Jude Law

Save a Horse, Ride a Princess by @affectionatelyrs. E, 8.6k. “I have to say, this is all quite literal, don’t you think?”

Alex wouldn’t know literal right now if it hit him in the head. “Huh?”

Henry points at Alex: “Pillow Princess,” and then to himself: “Cowboy. Ready to ride and all that.”

Alex nods dumbly. “Right.”

Or, Alex and Henry dress up as the ultimate couples costume for Halloween — themselves — and they both feel some kind of way about it

the world watched (and the world smiled) by fangirl6202. M, 9.1k. "Oh,” Alex says finally, faintly, touching one hand to his lips. Then: “Shit.” 

His mind catches up then, realizing that Henry is walking away and he doesn't even think twice. He begins to quite literally chase after him, trying to get to him before he can get away or, God forbid, try to fly back to England and ghost him. 

Henry is very pointedly not looking at him, stuttering apology over apology until Alex has to quite literally throw himself in front of him to get him to stop. Alex doesn’t know what to do. But the answer is simple, isn’t it? So fucking simple.

 

He takes Prince Fucking Charming’s lapels into his hand and kisses him back. 

Or; it's New Years, and Henry stays.

more than you could ever know by indomitablelove. T, 9.5k. He watches Alex’s bright smile as he talks to Bea and Leo, the way that Ellen and Catherine have their heads bent close together and how Nora is talking with Pez, Oscar and June. He feels something catch in his throat, something blooming in his chest with such strength that it threatens to burst its way out. He never, in a million years, thought he would have this.

this year i will fall by @rmd-writes. E, 9.8k. Henry has many regrets in his life, but leaving the ice rink after a literal run in with the potential love of his life without even obtaining his name may be his biggest. With his family visiting for the holidays for the first time and ever-present work deadlines looming, he's too busy to think about how to engineer his own happy ending worthy of the novels he edits.

But what if fate has other ideas?

Ye Merry Gentlemen by allmylovesatonce. M, 9.9k. Across three different years, at different points in their lives, Alex and Henry celebrate Christmas together.

On My Mind (Let's Go) by @sparklepocalypse. E, 10k. Pez blows into his hands and rubs them together to warm them. “Listen. Just… whatever happens in there, say yes, alright?”

“I don’t follow,” Henry says, his brow furrowing. “Say yes to what?”

“Whatever opportunity comes knocking,” Pez says breezily. “You forget, I’ve seen your messages. The booze is flowing tonight, and everyone’s got their best fit on – so opportunity will knock, and you will say yes.”

(A movieverse New Year's Eve fix-it that started as crack and turned into crack taken seriously. With dancing. And smut. Like... a lot of smut.)

Someone Special by bleedingballroomfloor. E, 10k. "That was Shaan," Henry explains as Alex snuggles closer to him, pressing his nose to his neck. "The blizzard hit early, apparently. Too risky to fly."

"So Christmas here?" Alex says in that sleepy drawl of his that Henry will never get tired of. "Fuckin' sweet."

Happy NY by @myheartalivewrites. E, 11k. “Hi,” he says, and Henry looks into his eyes, taking in the brown colour and little flecks of black and gold that give it depth; the tiny freckles dotted across his nose and cheekbones, only a shade or two darker than his deep bronze skin. “Uh, sorry about that,” the man says, but he doesn’t step out of Henry’s arms. Instead his eyebrows go up, and his expression changes, from one of embarrassment to something Henry thinks is surprise, and maybe, ever so hopefully, a little bit of interest.

would you wait for me? by smc_27. T, 11k. Henry Fox has made Alex nervous from the second they met.

Now it’s different. Now Alex has to try and find a shirt to wear to a party where he’ll inevitably see Henry for the first time in a year. For the first time since Alex’s heart was broken and he’d made what felt like the brave and smart decision and left.

Coming back might be a mistake.

Gonna Give You Something (So You Know What’s on My Mind) by @affectionatelyrs. E, 11k. Alex hums, turning around to pull open the freezer drawer. “You want anything?”

But Henry barely registers his question. Not when Alex is slightly bent over, allowing Henry a perfect view of his perfect ass. Each individual ridge of his spine is visible due to his lack of shirt. All of these things combined would normally be a large enough issue in itself to render Henry dumbstruck, except—

Except, that’s not the only thing that Henry’s faced with.

Right there, clear as day: blue lace, delicately peeking out from the waistband of his joggers. Henry’s hand immediately flies up to his cheek. The skin is hot to the touch, and he feels the imprint of where the material once lay like a brand.

Or, With the help of a white elephant gift, Henry learns that maybe the whole being-in-love-with-his-roommate thing isn’t as one-sided as he thought

Love and Hate at the Farmers' Market by myheartalive. T, 11k. Alex and Henry both work at a farmers' market and they hate each other, until suddenly— oops! They don't!

(Secret) Santa Baby by @indomitable-love. E, 11k. "When it comes to Secret Santa, Alex really does have a reputation to uphold. Everybody wants Alex to get them. Nobody actually wants to get Alex, which is why he usually ends up with novelty socks or a political biography, but he doesn’t care. Ultimately, everybody wants Alex to get their name. And right now, Alex is seconds away from finding out who his new mark is. The person that he’s going to spend the next few weeks learning inside and out to ensure that he gets them the perfect gift."

Alex gets his work nemesis, Henry, in the office Secret Santa and realises that he doesn't know nearly as much about him as he thought...

Trim my Christmas tree by @clottedcreamfudge. E, 12k. Henry is a writer, not a mall Santa, but unfortunately this year - thanks to his adorable and conniving nieces and their Aunt Beatrice - he's going to have to be both. This doesn't leave him a great deal of time to pine horribly over the part-time bookseller and Law student over at June Claremont-Diaz's shop, but somehow he manages to jam it in anyway.

Ho ho ho.

i'll be home for christmas by @dumbpeachjuice. M, 12k. He books a tiny cottage in a village called Little Snoring (not to be confused with the nearby Great Snoring) somewhere in Norfolk and tries to tell himself Christmas by himself in a foreign country is going to be an adventure from which he will have an adorable story to tell his friends and family, and not just totally depressing. At the very least he can take a cute picture of his snowy cottage and pretend he’s not totally fucking jealous of his entire family gathering in Austin without him.

If he ever fucking gets there, that is.

Or, Alex's first Christmas in the UK gets ruined by the British weather. A handsome stranger invites him to spend the holiday with his family instead.

The Holiday by @dracowillhearaboutthis. E, 13k. Henry is in no mood to attend his family's holiday gathering this year. So when June Claremont-Diaz asks him via a Home Swap website whether or not his house is free over the holidays, he jumps at the opportunity to escape the country and his family for the holidays.

He did not include Alex into the calculation - June's charming and gorgeous brother who suddenly appears at her doorstep.

Airplane Mode by clottedcreamfudge. E, 14k. Getting into an argument with someone in the airport lounge had probably been a mistake, in hindsight; Alex knows this. But with so many fucking delays and the fact that the signal on his phone is currently making it about as useful as two paper cups joined by a piece of string, he’s kind of on-edge. It’s not entirely his fault that he snaps.

Attractive people with perfect hair who take the last almond croissant before Alex can get to it probably just need to understand this. Alex is at the end of his tether, and he will not be swayed by, “Well, I was here first,” in a British accent so smooth it could butter bread.

Home for the Holidays by lucy_in_the_sky. E, 14k. “How would you feel about maybe spending Christmas in Texas with me and my family?” He bites his lip after popping the question.

Henry’s eyebrows shoot up. But before Alex can regret asking, a soft smile blossoms on his face.

“I want you there with me. I- I wanted you there this week, too-” Alex starts to ramble. “And, like, it’s totally ok if you want to go to England to be with your family, duh, but I’d love to show you Austin and introduce you to my family and teach you the Claremont-Diaz holiday traditions and kiss you on Christmas morning and-”

He’s cut off by the hard press of Henry’s lips against his own.

“Yeah?” Alex beams.

“Yes, love. Of course yes.”

Sweet Dreams of Holly and Ribbon by @villiageidiot. T, 14k. He falls asleep on the loveseat, Nora and June curled up on the couch across from him, as a terrible Hallmark Christmas film plays in the background. It’s the fourth night of sleeping alone—Henry taking care of some business back in the palace—and he’d rather wake up cold and cramped across from the two of them than alone in his own bed.

That’s how Alex falls asleep.

That is not how he wakes up.

A Fine Line by indomitablelove. E, 15k. Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Whatever is inescapable. In the worst way possible. He’s always fucking there. Alex turns up for his shift and Henry is there behind the coffee machine, apron tied around his waist and stupid, tight white T-shirt clinging to his biceps. Alex turns up for open-mic night at the cafe and there he is again, reading his fucking poetry. Alex goes to the grocery store, or the bookshop, or the fucking campus library, and who does he see? Henry. Always Henry.

Always Henry, always with a different guy.

Alex hates Henry. He's only letting Henry and his stupid long limbs and his overly symmetrical face stay on his couch because he has to, because 'tis the season not to be a massive dick, because it's Christmas. Isn't he? -also coffee shop/roommates

12 Days of Christmas with Alex and Henry series by @coffeecatsme. E, 16k. "It seems I've gotten myself in quite a tangle."

"Tangle?" Henry's voice is hoarse, eyes darkened as they travel over Alex's body. They stop at his crotch, and Alex can see it even under the dim lights—Henry's growing hard too, a visible bulge pushing at his sweatpants. Alex's cock gives a desperate twitch.

"Y'know, I was trying to put them around the tree," he starts, gesturing at the plain tree at the corner. It's clear he didn't even attempt to touch it. "And somehow I've managed to completely trap myself. Can't even move my hands." Henry makes a desperate noise at the back of his throat as his eyes snap up to Alex's face. Alex flashes him a suggestive grin, teeth biting down on his lip. "Seems I'm completely at your mercy."

(Dil)Do It Yourself by @happiness-of-the-pursuit. E, 16k. “Listen,” Nora starts, turning her body once more so that she’s sitting sideways in the chair with her legs thrown across the armrest. “I did the math. There’s a 79% chance you’re gonna become a slut to the power of the prostate, and while we’re not dating anymore, it’s my duty as your fellow slutty bisexual to get this party started.”

Or, when Nora drags Alex to a holiday dildo workshop, he doesn’t expect to find someone to use it with.

Spirit of the Season by @pridepages. M, 17k. Henry was dead to begin with. That much you must understand, or nothing that follows will seem strange or wondrous...

Alex Claremont-Diaz doesn't believe in ghosts. And he really hates Dickens.

But that's not going to stop a very unusual Christmas Spirit...

Henry Fox is on a mission. Once a year, he finds a soul in need of his help. (Too bad this one's such an utter berk.)

When two lost souls find each other on Christmas Eve, they may just find everything they never knew they wanted.

The Christmas Guest by @omgcmere. E, 17k. Alex is looking forward to a relaxing winter break catching up with his sister after her semester abroad, but June's gone and ruined everything by inviting her insufferable international student friend to stay with their family for a real American Christmas experience. Henry is irritatingly gorgeous with a completely obnoxious superiority complex, and Alex is prepared to hate every single second he's forced to spend in his presence. As Alex starts to get into the Christmas spirit, however, he finds that maybe there's more to Henry than meets the eye - and maybe, just maybe, this will actually be the best Christmas ever. - also college

Four Christmases by @hgejfmw-hgejhsf. E, 19k. From Washington to Austin, London to New York, Alex and Henry spend Christmas with different members of their families from 2020 - 2023. Funny couples' Christmas sweaters, festive swimsuits, statement-making ties, and family pajamas all bring lots of laughs, some tears, and a bit of fun to be had by all along the way.

A Year in the Life series by milowren. NR, 19k. Alex and Henry are coworkers, Henry has a crush, and they end up at a haunted corn maze together a few nights before Halloween. Shenanigans ensue! And - When Alex's flight home is canceled at the last minute, Henry invites him over for Thanksgiving - despite never having hosted an American Thanksgiving before.

and you would be there too by smc_27. M, 20k. It’s mostly dark out here, just the lamp poles in the parking lot casting a warm yellow glow across the packed snow.

“We’re closed.”

Henry spins around, heart racing, and sees the beautiful man from the café and from earlier at the shops. He cuts a stunning image, swinging one leg over the wooden fence rail and stepping into the parking lot as he pulls a red and black plaid shirt over his shoulders, his tan pants tight enough across his thighs to make Henry blush for noticing.

This Hell of a Season by Chamel. E, 21k. (Nova, Baby follow-up) “The first few years, it was a relief to get away from all the stupid family drama,” Alex says, blowing a long sigh. The hand that’s not holding Henry’s slides onto his stomach, a warm, comforting pressure. “Then I started to resent it. It hurt to be stuck out on a mission while everyone celebrated without me.”

“And now?”

A grin slips onto Alex’s face as he walks two fingers across Henry’s bare chest. “Now I have you.”

(Or, 3 times Alex & Henry spent Christmas on missions and 1 when they didn't; or, A Very Nova Christmas Special.

Love on the Menu by berrybluefae. M, 23k. Henry Fox has a side hustle at his job as a host in an upscale restaurant. He loves setting up romantic moments for guests who want a little something extra for their night out to dinner. A bouquet of flowers and a bottle of champagne for the couple celebrating their 50th anniversary? Easy. A special table with candles and a dessert with a surprise for the woman about to propose? Child’s play. But despite playing Cupid for the restaurant’s guests, Henry has never been on the receiving end of a grand romantic gesture. So imagine his surprised delight when anonymous gifts begin appearing just for him.

Who is Henry’s secret admirer? Only Valentine’s Day will tell.

You Make Every Day Feel Like It's Christmas by allmylovesatonce. T, 25k. Burned out on work, Alex goes to visit June who is on assignment in a sleepy Vermont town called Snow's Landing. June is determined for him to see where she's been living for the last six months and to love it as much as she does. The most intriguing part of it all is June's best friend there, a man named Henry, that Alex believed was a jerk at first but is starting to discover a new side of as they spend more time together.

Paper Chains by @myheartalivewrites. E, 25k.

DAY 751

(Alex)

Henry is… Well, if Alex is being honest, Henry is everything to him.

But it’s kinda hard to explain.

DAY 1

I have no idea how to summarise this one, folks. The best I can do is… Alex and Henry's journey from awkward beginning as colleagues, to best friends, to spending time apart and finally to finding each other again.

But it’s not as straightforward as that.

Every Day's a Holiday (When I'm Near to You) by bleedingballroomfloor. E, 29k. I know this is a long shot, but if anyone’s going to Texas/anywhere south for the holidays and is crazy enough to drive there instead of fly, I’m looking for a road trip buddy. We can split gas money and snacks if you pick good ones. DM me if you’re interested.

And Henry knows he's about the make the most idiotic decision he's ever made in his life.

Or, Henry impulsively tags along with Alex on a road trip to Texas with absolutely no plan. Surely this won't backfire.

in a holidaze by @tedddylupin. E, 49k. Alex didn't mean to spend his New Years Eve thrown together with a perfect stranger at an airport. He didn't mean to offer up to share his hotel room with a very attractive stranger. He also didn't mean to find the man insufferably perfect either.

Or: the one where Alex and Henry find each other during different holidays throughout a year's time.

When I think about you by @clottedcreamfudge. E, 50k. Dream sharing is absolutely not a thing, even though Alex would very much like it to be.

The magic of soulmates, however, means that someone you’ve never met – someone whose soul is tied to yours, in whatever way that manifests – can appear in your dreams, like an extra character who keeps popping up over and over again. They won’t be having the same dream as you, and you won’t actually meet, but whatever you remember from the dream can start to take shape in your waking hours; you can figure things out, bit by bit, dream by dream.

I only tag an author once per post, but I'm still figuring out firstprince author handles. If you see one I may not know or find a broken link, please give me a heads up!

Master List of RWRB FirstPrince Recs

Master List of Recommendations

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December Writing Prompts

November didn't go as planned but whatever. It's Christmas time now. The following are a list of Winter/Christmas-themed prompts.

Going camping at a cabin in the winter // Snuggling up at a cabin for a weekend // Staying at a ski resort

INSPIRED THE PLOT: A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

Watching the Christmas classics together

Making Christmas cookies and/or desserts

Character accidentally wishes for it to be Christmas every day and it comes true

Decorating the house for Christmas // Buying/Bringing home/Putting up the Christmas tree

Sharing/Remembering Christmas memories

Christmas morning

Listening to Christmas music // Child has a Christmas concert/pageant

Christmas shopping

The smell of Christmas trees/cinnamon/any scent that makes you think of Christmas

Christmas wishes (normal ones, not like prompt 5)

Character A has cold hands/feet and Character B warms them up

Falling in love throughout the month of December

Being with family/Having, and making, a family dinner on Christmas Eve or Christmas night

Getting cozy by the fireplace

Experiencing the first snow of the season

Character A notices Character B is cold and gives them their coat

Getting snowed in

Making gingerbread men and/or a gingerbread house

Hot cocoa

Going ice skating

It's Christmas Eve and the snowstorm outside caused a complete blackout for the whole night

Writing a letter to Santa // Visiting and getting pictures taken with Santa

Sharing a moment at midnight on Christmas Eve/Day or New Years Eve/Day

The Most Magical Time of the Year

Naughty/Nice OPTION 1: Much like the Trick-or-Treat game from my Halloween prompts, it's a Truth or Dare-ish type of game

Naughty/Nice OPTION 2: Write a Nice story (G-rated, wholesome content), then rewrite it as a Naughty story (explicit and definitely not wholesome content)

Office Christmas parties don't have to be boring

Wrapping presents late at night on Christmas Eve

Red & Green

Silver & Gold

Character dresses up as Santa Claus for an event/family gathering/for Character B's kid(s)

Characters A & B have to play Santa & Mrs. Claus for a night. Perk: They do not like each other and are forced to play nice for the kids ... but, as the night goes on, their feelings for each other change

Santa Claus is real

Candles and a character's love of/obsession with them

Sharing a blanket on a cold night

Going sledding

Riding in a sleigh

SNOW DAY FUN

Warming up in a big bathtub

A couple gets cozy underneath the lit up Christmas tree

Two people (friends/lovers/enemies-to-lovers) in a store/mall over Christmas (just ignore the fact that everyone has phones, and stores and malls have security cameras or guards and the situation would, in reality, get resolved quickly)

'Twas the Night Before Christmas ...

They nearly burn the house down (baking goes awry/fireplace/candles [way too many candles in such a small space]/decorations can be a fire hazard)

Getting stranded on Christmas Eve (in a stalled or stuck car/at the airport/at someone else's home/in an elevator/at a hotel or motel, without their luggage or with less luggage than they'd brought with them)

Mistletoe (meeting someone for the first time under one/potential couple meeting under one, accidentally or intentionally/accidentally meeting under one with someone they don't like/doing something other than kissing under one)

A Hallmark-style fic

SONG FICS: CHRISTMAS EDITION

All I Want for Christmas is You - Mariah Carey

An Old-Fashioned Christmas - Frank Sinatra

Baby, It's Cold Outside [a non-predatory version, obviously]

Blue Christmas

Hard Candy Christmas - Dolly Parton

Christmas (Baby, Please Come Home)

Christmas Eve - Kelly Clarkson

The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire)

A Christmas to Remember - Amy Grant

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

I'll Be Home for Christmas

It Must Have Been the Mistletoe - Barbra Streisand

Last Christmas

Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow!

Merry Christmas, Darling

Miss You Most (at Christmastime) - Mariah Carey

Please Come Home for Christmas

Santa Baby

Sleigh Ride

This Christmas

The Twelve Days of Christmas

Underneath the Tree - Kelly Clarkson

White Christmas

(There are no TV or movie quotes this time since I didn't have enough of either that fit for the season)

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Factor's Mario Fics

Realized that I wrote quite a few fics between this and Luigi's Mansion. Decided to make a sub-post for them that can be found on my pinned post so that when I do get around to posting stories for other fandoms, it's not a massive wall of text right then and there.

Anyway, here are my stories, with most recently released at the top of the list. I'll be using the tag #factor's mario fics to make it easier to find these as well.

S(t)ealing the Show on Christmas, Of All Days!

Click here to go straight to AO3.

Status: Complete.

Fandom: Super Mario Bros.

Any number of things could happen at midnight. Marilyn Moretti hadn't counted on seals.

Or: a folklore dimension AU where Mario and Luigi become selkies and eventually have to break that news to their extended family.

For @loud-kid2 and their Folklore AU, which now has me obsessed with selkies.

Bowuigi Halloween 2024

Status: In Progress.

A collection of short stories centered around the Koopa King and the plumber we all love to ship so much. No particular order; read them how you wish.

Light Reading for a Dark Evening

Click this link to go straight to AO3.

Status: In Progress.

Fandoms: Super Mario Bros., Sonic the Hedgehog, Mario & Sonic

Amy Rose agrees to a tarot reading for Bowser. Her cards turn up quite a few surprises.

Tarot reading couldn't be done with @jayyydez and the Sonic Wikia Zone.

Prompts: bad luck, run/escape, fortune telling, transformation

Nightmares and Days Dreamed

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Status: Complete.

Fandoms: Super Mario Bros., Paper Mario Series, Mario & Luigi Series.

A nasty curse threatens an eternity of bad dreams to whoever dares to close their eyes.

While Kammy busies herself with a potion, and Kamek does his best to keep Luigi stable, Bowser takes on the task of keeping him calm from the inside.

Prompts: potions, bewitched

Worth a Shot

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Status: Complete.

Fandoms: Super Mario Bros., Luigi's Mansion

On the night of his fathers' big Halloween bash, Bowser Jr. summons a ghost in an effort to lift Papa's spirits.

The specter he calls upon has other plans.

Prompts: ghost, scream, summoning, costume party.

Out in the Rain

Status: Complete.

Fandoms: Super Mario Bros., Luigi's Mansion

Luigi's been acting stranger than usual after a visit to E. Gadd's lab. Mario finds out why while they take a walk in the rain.

Written for @lu1g199's Plant Luigi AU, wherein Luigi gets into a bit of a lab accident that leaves him half-plant.

Another Point of View

Status: Complete

Fandom: Super Mario Bros.

After messing with a mysterious artifact, Bowser and Luigi have to seize the day without letting their differences get the best of them.

Done for a Friday the 13th Discord server challenge.

Aftereffects

Status: Complete.

Fandom: Super Mario Bros.

After overcoming a powerful curse, Mario’s left with zero memory of what happened, but plenty of physical reminders that something absolutely did.

Based on @wahooitsamee's Ancient Koopa AU, where Mario's dealing with becoming a half-human, half-Koopa hybrid and the changes and insecurities that come with that.

Part 1: Tarragon, Tails, and Koopa Scales

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It’s been a week and a half since Kamek cast a terrible curse, and Mario’s still having a hard time feeling okay with himself.

What's a kingdom to do except lift his spirits?

Part 2: Literally Lovestruck

TW: sexual content

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It’s been a month since the curse was calmed, but Mario’s still holding Peach out at arm’s length when it comes to bedtime endeavors. What is a Princess to do, then, when her love wakes up feverish and clinging to her for dear life?

Figure out what's going on, of course.

Part 3: Sparks and Butterflies

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Time marches forth for Mario and the Mushroom Kingdom. He's finally marrying the love of his life, getting ready to rule alongside his Princess, and he couldn't feel any better. He's on top of the world and as comfortable as can be with himself.

Then Peach becomes pregnant, and some old fears come roaring back.

Revised on 08/29/2024.

The Fourth and Final Time

Status: Complete.

Fandom: Luigi's Mansion

Luigi takes a terminal spill, and Mario has to pick up the pieces.

Written in collaboration with @giddlygoat, originator of the Ghost Luigi AU.

Tumblr posts:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Enjoy Your Stay at the Last Resort

Status: Complete.

Fandom: Luigi's Mansion

A weeklong stay at a faraway resort would normally be paradise. The idea really loses its appeal when there's ghosts involved.

Post-movie take on a Luigi's Mansion movie, with Luigi teaming up with some unexpected allies to save everyone and trounce the King of the Boos. Loosely based on @profbastard's Syncytium AU.

Off-Hours

Status: Complete.

Fandom: Super Paper Mario

Dimentio's endless interruptions normally keep Team Bleck apart. Throw in some snacks and a bad movie, however, and the jester just might have the stuff to pull them together.

Written for the Super Paper Mario Gift Exchange. Features a work of art by @snakeeyesdraws done for the collaborative nature of the exchange.