#and queue would be there too under the mistletoe

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[aziraphales-library]

hiii omg first of id like to say that yall are absolutely amazing and i love ur recommendations

secondly if its not too much trouble id like to ask for holiday fics because i definitely want to get into the holiday fic spirit rn :)

I'm bumping this up because, once again, the holiday requests are coming in too late. As stated in the pinned masterpost, it take us months to answer and queue asks, folks! We do have a #christmas tag. Here are more to add to the collection...

Secret Santa by AppleSeeds (T)

On the advice of his therapist, Crowley signs up to be a 'Secret Santa', an anonymous gift-giver for a community initiative aiming to bring some Christmas joy into the lives of people going through a hard time. He's partnered with Aziraphale, a librarian who has lost his home and bookshop in a fire. Through the power of Christmas Magic, Crowley ends up meeting Aziraphale in person when he takes his nephew to the library and is immediately smitten. He becomes determined to use his expertise and influence to give Aziraphale the only Christmas present that could really make a difference, but are some things too important to be kept secret?

it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you by thealienmeme (T)

crowley is a journalist at the top of his game. he asks hard questions and never lets a story slip through his tight grip, but he's also never taken a vacation. with encouragement from his boss, he books a cabin on the outskirts of the small town of Tadfield to rent out for the month of december so he can finally relax and maybe work on his book. he doesn't have any family anyways and he isn't really a fan of christmas or the holidays... then a snow storm hits. stranded in Tadfield proper, he meets a fussy bookshop owner and learns that maybe christmas just needed a little more love.

Ships in the Night by tishae (G)

Aziraphale did not want to head home for Christmas. Spending the entirety of the holidays with his Mother and siblings seemed, if you asked him, like a special version of Hell carved out just for him. Making up a boyfriend that he was spending the season with seemed like a perfect excuse (and no, he wasn't going to think too hard about why he had provided Crowley's name), until his Mother had insisted they should both come. "It'd be great to meet him!" Aziraphale had no idea how he was going to explain this to the coffee shop owner he'd had a crush on for the last two years, much less convince him to take part, but he was about to find out. or It's Christmas time, and our ineffable idiots are faking a relationship while definitely not being totally, completely head over heels for each other.

Meet Me Under the Mistletoe by IneffableToreshi (E)

Earlier this year, popular romance novelist Anthony J. Crowley met the love of his life when his agent booked one "A.Z. Fell & Co." for his most recent book signing. Aziraphale is a huge fan of Crowley's books, and they become fast friends. Unfortunately, Crowley let's his nerves convince him that it wouldn't be right to initially pursue a fan romantically, and by the time he feels it's alright, they've become so close that he's terrified of the possibility of failure. But now it's nearly Christmas - a time for miracles, right? - and Crowley has a plan to, hopefully, make Aziraphale fall in love with him the way he's been dreaming of.

The Anon Before Christmas by foolishlovers (E)

When Crowley’s friend, blogging buddy and business partner Anathema announces her annual Secret Santa Exchange on Tumblr, she is very adamant Crowley should join this year. The old-fashioned (but admittedly compassionate) man he gets assigned to send anonymous messages to every day until Christmas sounds awfully similar to the fussy bookseller that his friends adore, yet Crowley tries to avoid at all costs. But surely his friends would have mentioned if Aziraphale had taken an interest in the Bad Omens fandom as well… right? Or: An Enemies to Lovers Secret Santa Tumblr AU.

Any Foolish Thing by Caedmon (E)

Crowley is an overworked divorce attorney on the brink of burnout in London. He's irascible and mean to everyone, on the verge of verbally abusive, until his law partner, Fergus, gives him an ultimatum: He can rusticate in the small town of Tadfield for a month and come back rested in the new year, or he can be fired. His choice. Grumbling, Crowley takes off to Tadfield, eager to get it over with - and to skirt Fergus' rules. But all of that changes when he has a chance encounter with the gorgeous man who runs Mr. Fell's Books and Bonbons...

- Mod D

[xypherz]

i had like an idea for your soobin christmas thing

it could be like a christmas party they’re both invited to and they meet for the first time.

and they get along and they get stuck under the mistletoe.

and then whatever whatever yada yada

idk i feel like that would be cuteeeerrr

Details: Soobin x Reader, GN!Reader, stuck under mistletoe, first time meeting, 0.7k words

Warnings: Two introverts being so awkward please help them how will they date, a few curse words, not proofread.

merry christmas hehe

“Look, I know you wouldn’t agree to come in a million years if I actually told you where we were going, but now that we’re halfway there…”

You stare blankly at your friend, who told you to get dressed in something Christmas-sy and hop into the car, where you’d go to a Christmas cafe event.

“Don’t tell me…"

“We’re going to Yeonjun’s Christmas party!”

They smile at you like this is a good thing.

“Look, I know you don’t like parties, but I really needed someone to go with, and I knew you wouldn’t agree to come, but you need to get out of the house and meet new people!”

“I really don’t. The fact that you’ve betrayed that is upsetting. I’m calling an uber when we get there.”

You understand how much your friend likes Yeonjun, and they’re probably right that you need to get out of the house, but this is not the way you planned for it to happen.

“Please just stay like 10 minutes. Then you can leave.”

They pull up to a driveway full of cars, making your heart sink into your chest. Opening your phone, you set a timer for 10 minutes and glare at them as you open the passenger side door and step into the cold air.

You both make your way to the front door, and seemingly on queue, Yeonjun’s friend, Beomgyu, opens the door.

“Hey! Welcome, welcome, get your asses inside, it’s cold.”

Somehow, Beomgyu and your friend strike a conversation instantaneously, leaving you to your devices, looking around for a place to hide for the next eight and a half minutes. The house is big enough, surely there’s somewhere with some semblance of peace.

You round a few corners and find yourself in a small lounge room, which is surprisingly empty, considering the amount of people in the house lingering without a place to sit. You plop onto a loveseat, opening your phone to keep yourself busy to see you still have… seven minutes.

Somehow, doom scrolling social media can’t even make this go any faster. It gets desperate when you check your email.

But eventually, there’s only thirty seconds left, and you’re not staying any longer than you need to. 

You get up from your seat and take the few steps to the open doorway, you round the corner, “I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

Of course, right when you’re about to leave, you bump straight into someone, faced with social interaction.

“Oh, you’re Y/N, right? Your friend told me to look for you, they want to talk to you before you leave, I guess.”

Unsure of how to respond, the stranger continues.

“I’m Soobin, by the way. I’m Yeonjun’s friend.”

“Nice to meet you, Soobin. Sorry for bumping into you,” you respond, “You and Yeonjun live together? It’s a nice house.”

“Yeah, thank you! We live with a few other people, too-”

“There you are, I was worried you had already… left…” Your friend interjects, Yeonjun trailing close behind them, both of them looking at you and Soobin quizzically.

“What?” You both ask.

“Look up.”

You and Soobin look up to the top of the door-frame to see a small green plant with white berries hanging above your heads.

“I’m a little surprised you didn’t notice that, Soob, it almost touches the top of your head,” Yeonjun laughs, looking between the two of you, “Well…”

“No.”

“Oh.”

“No wait, I didn’t mean it like that,” you try to recover, “I don’t know. Take me out to dinner or something first.”

“Wait, really?”

“Um…” You trail off, eyeing the pair that has been observing your interaction. They get the hint, muttering Yep, we’ll be off, and Don’t mind us!.

“Here, I’ll give you my number, we can work things out then?” 

“Yeah, definitely!” Soobin replies, getting his phone out and opening it to a new contact.

You finish putting your contact in, turning to head out, “Text me and we can um… yeah!”

“Yep!” He replies, a cute smile on his face.

You rush around a few corners, getting lost on the way to find the exit before you bump into your friend.

“Hey..!”

“I’m leaving.”

“Fair enough.”

[dasom-bh]

starter call??? some plot bunnies for the first event! comment down below with the respective emoji and i’ll get a starter up for our muses! i’m going to try to keep these short (2 paragraphs at most!) so that we can get the most out of these event threads as possible. while i’ll be prioritizing event threads, i will still do my best to get to other replies i owe. however, if you wish to put them on hold for the duration of the event lmk!

🍰 dasom dragging you to the sweetbrier tea house in the early morning hours for a guaranteed shot at trying the new limited items

😘 you and dasom are caught under the mistletoe. do you give in to the holiday superstitions or take the chance of risking bad luck in the new year? (i’ll probably be messaging to figure out which route would be preferred!)

❄️ you witness dasom falling on the ice one too many times. in her embarrassment she tries to pretend that you aren’t there, but her plans are foiled when she winds up crashing right into you

🐴 all she really wanted was a private carriage ride, but the knights insisted that there was a minimum of two people per specialty sleigh. after seeing you in the standard queue, dasom drags you out and begs you to ride along with her

🍽️ as a judge in the crocus baking contest, dasom is responsible for trying each of the dishes presented to the panel. after eating yours, she insists that there is something wrong with it. has it been tampered with or is it simply a difference in tastes?

🥂 the gala had slowed down and you noticed each other. you both thought it would be fun to get some drinks in your system to lighten up your spirits with a slight buzz, but before you knew it, you were both too far gone. the dance floor is looking a little blurry now, but at least you aren’t alone! you and dasom form a drunken camaraderie for the night

[novasdarling]

Mistletoe

Winter Holiday Event

Summary: Shoto had never heard of mistletoe, but once he learns exactly what it was. Oh, how could he ever not want to use it? Especially when work has been tiring both of you out and all he wants is more of your affection.

TW: Slight Obsession, Kisses, Female Reader, Aged Up!

It was embarrassing to admit that he didn’t know what mistletoes were until he overheard one of his colleagues joking about hanging one at the agency to see how others react. Confused, Shoto asked more about it. They explained it to him, telling them they were kidding about hanging it at the agency. Obviously afraid they would get reprimanded over the joke.

So if two people stood under it, they were supposed to kiss? If you wished to kiss someone, why not just do it. Then again, Shoto was never the best at finding the right moment. Leaving it up to you mostly for the physical affection. It always upset him when you didn’t get his queue's that he wanted something. Or when you told him it wasn’t the right time to go off and have sex because friends were over. It annoyed him, but he thought it was simply because he didn’t understand. He always wanted you. All he thought about was having his hands on you. His lips are on yours. Yet, you tried to tell him that he couldn’t always be trying to get your shirt up. It confused him, though he accepted it. He loved you more than he had ever loved anyone before, he couldn't help but want you every waking moment.

He still was unsure when it was appropriate, something he was working on. Perhaps if he hung up a mistletoe somewhere in the house, he could use that to get more affection. Steal a few more kisses from you. Shoto can show you when he wants affection without attempting to drag you to bed right away.

Stopping on his way home, he picked up a mistletoe from a shop. Excited about hanging it up in the house. As he drove home, he was trying to think where to hang it. The entrance? The bedroom? The kitchen? He wasn’t sure where. It had to be somewhere you two would be a lot. As he got closer to the house he became jittery. It was the first holiday-themed thing he had bothered to do on his own. Usually leaving these traditions to you. A cute Christmas tradition that would get him some more attention.

It wasn’t long before he was on your guy's street. Deciding on the kitchen to hang the mistletoe. It could be cute, stealing a kiss while you made dinner. Shoto was proud, he had finally done something normal on his own for once. Parking the car, he headed inside to hang it up. Looking at the time, he realized you should be home soon. Excitement was flooding him. The mistletoe was nice and secure, close to the arch. Not super noticeable, but still visible. You’ll probably walk right under and not suspect it. Hopefully, you know about them, it would be embracing if you didn’t know about them. But it would also be fun to finally have to explain something to you. The door opened a few minutes later.

“Shoto, sweetie I’m home.” He could hear you taking off your coat and shoes.

“I’m in the kitchen.”

The excitement of everything was swirling in him. Shoto saw you turning the corner and heading towards him. Closer and closer you got until you passed right under the mistletoe. He made his way towards you, stopping you in your tracks with a kiss. He felt how you froze at first. Probably startled by his action. Eventually, you melted into his kiss. Kissing him back. When you tried to break away from him, he only pushed his lips into yours more.

“Sh-shoto. I-I missed you t-too.” You tried to speak between his attack on your lips. Though your attempts for him to let go didn’t seem to have any hold. He just clasped onto you as he kept kissing. “W-what’s a-all this?”

You seemed confused at his action. Shoto pulled away and pointed at the mistletoe in the doorway. You followed his hand and saw the little green assortment. It took you a moment to realize what it was. Looking back at him, giving him a little laugh.

“Did you get a mistletoe?”

Looking at him, he was nodding happily. As if he was so proud of himself. Quickly going back into the kiss. You managed to pull away from him. Trying to explain to him that it’s only when someone walks under it. He must of missed that part, does it not count as long as he wishes?

For the rest of the day, he kept attempting to drag you back under to kiss you. It didn’t help you had a project due for work in a few days. After what felt like a billion times, repeating yourself over and over how you needed to work. That you couldn’t just stand in the doorway all day and make out with him. You loved kissing him you. Reassuring him over and over, but you were simply busy right now. Eventually, you tried to avoid the kitchen. Instead, asking him to grab you the things you needed. It annoyed him, you couldn’t avoid the kitchen completely. So he simply always waited. Was always around, watching to see where you would go. It wasn’t that you didn’t give him enough affection and attention. No, rather you usually gave him enough or close to when you weren't busy. Just recently with your active schedule, you were always working. Even when you were at home. Yes, he was busy being a hero, but at least when he got home he could wind down. Shut off his work mind and relax. You couldn’t, you brought your work home. Ignored him and shut yourself off in your office. Shoto just hoped the mistletoe could give you a cute little way to relax and decompress. Just so happen it was a way that benefitted him.

When Shoto realized how much fun the mistletoe was over the next few days. He began to move it around. It just set something off in him. All he wanted was a bit more affection. A reason to kiss and touch you while you were busy. Though, eventually, you got better at dodging him, entering the kitchen without him realizing it. It became almost a game to you. To dodge him, to enter the kitchen, living room, bedroom, where he put it, as many times as possible without being caught. A game he hated to lose and seemed to be. Shoto needed to find a solution, find a way that he can win at all times. His solution was to get more. Maybe adding more in other doorways will help him. All he wanted was just more of your time. To show you he wanted to have you more. and You worked too much, always brought it home. If he had it his way, well you wouldn’t be working. You would be kept at home, waiting for him. Fawning over him as soon as walked into the door. The thought of you waiting for him every day, having you available for him anytime he wanted. It only made his pants feel tighter. Making him groan. Such a beautiful thought. Just getting rid of your pesky work. It was selfish, a part of him knew, but a bigger part just didn't care. They didn’t need you, he needed you.

The thoughts rushing through his head were driving him crazy. All he wanted was to have you right now. To lay you down on your guy’s bed. Have his lips all over you. Kissing and marking your skin. When was the last time you had enough time for sex? Or when you were actually able to relax with him? Shoto couldn’t even remember. Right now, you were too busy in your office. When all he wanted was to help you and help himself. He was getting so hard thinking of the things he needed to do with you. Heading towards your office, hoping you had a break coming up.

“Sweetheart, you free?”

He was peaking into your office. Looking at your screen it looked like you were on a call, luckily your camera was off. You turned towards him, shaking your head and mouthing him a sorry. Of course, you were still busy, when weren’t you. Leaving the room, he could feel the disappointment killing his mood. He was mad, but it made him feel guilty. It wasn’t all your fault. You liked your job, had worked so hard to get where you were now. Shoto could relate to that. Going back to the kitchen, he looked around. Seeing the mistletoes again. He needed more.

Telling you he was going shopping, he hopped into his car. Heading to the same store as before. Grabbing a new one for the living room, the entryway, even the office. Now he wouldn't have to keep moving the few he had around. It was stupid he knew. But this silly little game seemed to make you smile sometimes. Plus, it helped him. Helped him get the affection he didn’t know how to ask for.

Rushing home, seeing that you still were working. Shoto got to work setting up the new mistletoes. Excited about what you’ll think of them, hopefully, laugh and kiss him every time you two were under them. He heard how you were walking around upstairs. Probably on a break, printing things, but not working.

“Baby, can you come down?”

Hopefully, he was right as he called for you. Though as he heard you coming down he began to settle. You glided down the stairs. You truly looked like an angel coming toward him.

“You look breathtaking.”

You blushed at his words, it was adorable after all these years you were still easy to make blush. Watching as you got closer and closer until you walked under the new mistletoe. Once you were close enough, his hands went to grab you. His lips are on yours. It was a desperate kiss like always. After a few moments, you managed to pull away laughing at how he was already trying to get your lips back.

“No, we’re under the mistletoe. You have to.” It was a whisper as he ghosted over your lips.

"No-no. It’s-it’s in the k-kitchen.”

At your words he let your mouth go. Pointing towards the new mistletoe he had hung up. Looking over, he watched as your face showed the surprise of seeing it there.

“You moved it?” But before he could answer you looked over at the kitchen. Seeing there was one still there. “Oh my God, you got another one.” Shoto’s face sprawled out into a smile. Oh, this was going to be fun.

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[bellewritesstuff]

INEFFABLE • PART TWO

marauders era fanfic, regulus black, female!oc, james potter

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“you two are like taken out of a love story, cass.” blair anderson exclaimed, grinning widely as cassie finished her story about last night's events, excluding things that she considered too private and too intimate to speak aloud. it happened to be one of their favorite activities – telling each other details about meeting with their partners. even though regulus wasn’t potter’s boyfriend (and for cassie it had no chances to come true), anderson and waldorf decided that he was her soon-to-be-boyfriend. also, ressie’s (pandora decided that they should have a nickname) stories were the most common ones, mostly because of how much time they had spent with each other, and how in love regulus seemed to be. seemed, because cassie had never thought that regulus would ever confess, but on the other hand, she unwillingly wanted him to.

“imagine if he kisses her under the mistletoe.” pandora sighed dreamily, and fell back onto her bed with a grin forming on her face. “leave these fantasies for your boyfriend, pan” cassie rolled her eyes playfully, before changing into some new clothes. the girls just laughed in response, beaming at each other, right before they left the dormitory, and entered the common room.

it was the last saturday of the year spent fully at hogwarts. in the early morning, some of the students would go to hogsmeade either to look for holiday presents or just to hang out with their friends for the last time this year. well, the five fifth-graders already bought all the things they needed to, so they could avoid long queues, chaos along with many more unnecessary things, and prepare for the upcoming christmas party.

“oh la la” evan smiled, his gaze focused on the particular ginger-head. “you girls look absolutely stunning, wow” a small kiss was placed on pandora’s temple as he wrapped an arm around the girl’s waist leisurely. “right, reg?”

“y-yeah, right… totally outstanding.” he mumbled under his breath, his eyes shifting to his girl best friend’s posture as she gave him a light smile.

cassandra potter looked amazingly beautiful, truly magnificent. with a black, tightly fitted medium-length dress, split on her thigh, which marvelously brought out her shapes. her blonde locks, now straightened, falling onto her shoulder, slightly brushing her glittery collarbones. glossy, full lips curling into a soft smile as she noticed his glance. but what else could he do? with that soft eyeliner and pinkish blush on her cheeks that made him melt internally.

after some time, everyone seemed to be getting pretty… intoxicated. although regulus, who didn’t really want to have a hangover for an entire ride home, sat in one of the armchairs, observing his best friend (in an emergency if someone put their hands on her). he would smirk playfully when she turned around and locked eyes with him. giving him an amused smile and without unnecessary words, she took his hand in hers, before walking towards her dormitory.

there weren’t many words that could ever describe how shocked regulus was when he felt cassie’s lips on his. however he didn’t need much time to react, his hands found their way to her hips, caressing small circles on her bare skin. the atmosphere heated up with every second as the kisses got more and more intense. an almost inaudible sigh came out the blonde’s mouth as her back touched the soft sheets on the bed. potter unbuttoned his shirt rapidly, as he would disappear if she was a bit slower. another gasp left the girl’s mouth, when black’s lips brushed her neck. it was the first time when cassie experienced something as magical as regulus’s gentle touch against her skin. with every other kiss, she shivered, slowly melting under his actions.

to be completely honest, cassie had made-out with many guys before, but no one had ever made her feel this way. no one had ever made cassie’s legs shake with no more than gentle circles caressed on her thigh, no one had ever made her so… needy for the kisses whenever one pulled away. no one had ever made her feel so… good, so delighted. cause, even though potter had many boys before, she had never lacked any of their attention as much as she lacked regulus’, every time he needed a second to breathe. maybe pandora and blair were right? maybe she really had a thing for her best friend?

“cass, are you he-” speaking of the devil, pandora opened the dorm’s room with a worried expression on her face. “OH MY GOD, i am so sorry, i didn’t know you two were here” she spoke as soon as she noticed her friends. regulus pulled back slowly, with a small smirk plastered onto his mouth as he caught pandora’s sight.

everyone had already known how much in love with cassie he was, everyone except cassie. their friends were thrilled to the gills, when he confessed that the girl was spending the christmas break at his house, and well… they’re gonna be even more chuffed after the news spread. he finally did that, evan would say.

“i-it’s okay, pan” cassandra spoke slowly, trying to focus the thoughts on her roommate, and not on the shirtless black (who patted her leg delicately). “i bet it is.” her friend responded, before walking out of the room. finally, they could hear her quiet mumble as waldorf left. “reg, could you maybe… stay for the night?”

“bee, you know i will.”.

she handed him a pair of trousers along with a black t-shirt (that previously were his). “but it’s not for free, i want the shirt as a payback.” she smirked playfully, right before changing into his black buttoned shirt.

as soon as both of them changed, they laid down on her bed. his arms nonchalantly wrapped around the girl’s waist, letting his fingers skim across her skin. small beams appeared on black’s face whenever a gasp left cassie’s mouth unexpectedly. her hand patting the back of his neck, trying to keep him as close as she could, like if he were about to disappear in her embrace. she left some little, soft kisses on his jaw, making him grin.

“you’re making me feel… different from the boys i had been with before.” she whispered so quietly that he almost didn’t catch it. “please don’t disappear in the morning, okay?”

“i would never leave you, bee.” he spoke so softly, that her heart almost skipped a beat. “you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, why would i ever leave you?” regulus smiled softly, pressing his lips against her forehead. “we stick together, no matter what.”

and maybe it was just his words that completely melted her heart, or maybe it was the moment of realization that regulus was the only one she was always looking for. there was no one that could ever compete with him, it has always been him.

a/n. okay maybe this isn’t the christmas break but i hope you like it anyway! the next one will be the christmas break i promise!

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[dear-mrs-otome]

Holy Knight - Court of Darkness (Knight)

Fandom: Court of Darkness/CoD Warnings: None, other than vague spoilers for Knight's Main Story Summary: 2k words of Knight fluff I wrote for a Secret Santa exchange on Discord - figured I'd finally post it since it's his birthday today even if it is a little out of season. If you like masquerade balls and mistletoe snogs, this fic is for you <3

(NOTE: THIS WAS WRITTEN FOR AN MC NAMED 'ANGEL')

Holy Night had come at last.

You glance once more around the crowded hall, the glissandos of a waltz rising to curl about the high rafters overhead, echoing the swirl of dancers on the polished marble floor. They were a gauzy, colorful riot of fantastical beasts and figures - masks firmly affixed on faces, some even in full costume, all in deference to the masquerade that the Headmaster had abruptly declared this year’s event to be.

Not you, though. No dancing for you, at least. The costume part you had down, dressed in a brilliant red gown that shifted like flames and a gilded half-mask complete with tiny devil horns. A play on your name that had amused Sherry to no end when the idea had occurred to her, and she’d spent the better part of two days giggling along with you over the outfit as you both worked on the spells to craft it.

You’d been excited too…but that excitement had faded as the first sets of dances had begun and your dance card remained empty. As you scanned the crowd from the sidelines alone, the stem of your glass clutched tightly in your fingers, and searched in vain for a particular diminutive blond.

“He’s not coming…” Sherry had ambushed you shortly after walking in with the disappointing news, taking your hands in hers and squeezing them consolingly. “Something came up, Roy told me, and even Toa isn’t able to make it tonight.”

“Duty is duty.” The smile you plastered on felt thin and scraped on, but you held it up. “And it’s not as if we were supposed to attend together.”

That would have required you coming clean with your feelings, and that had been the last thing you wanted. Unwilling to take any chances when it came to upsetting the delicate balance of your friendship with Knight - your rock ever since ending up in this foreign, unfamiliar land.

“Are you not dancing?”

The words startle you out of your cup and you lower it, nearly choking on the sip you’d taken as you find a man standing before you. An unfamiliar man, for despite the feathered eagle-like half-mask he wears you’re sure you’d remember a figure as striking as this - tall and trim and broad-shouldered, finery cut in such a way it was impossible to miss the well-hewn muscles defined by fabric.

Eyes an almost painfully bright blue peer down at you through the furrowed hawk’s cutout, and his fair hair fading to an equally bright azure at the ends is pulled back in a neat queue. For half a moment the ridiculous notion that he shared Knight’s exact same coloring crossed your mind, before you dismiss it.

This man had a good eight or nine inches on your dear Knight…not to mention the brawn.

His expectant silence suddenly reminded you that you hadn’t answered him at all yet, and you scramble for a reply. “No, no, I…was hoping someone in particular would show up but it seems they weren’t able to make it.”

You wonder if the disappointment you’d tried to hide still managed to slip its way into your voice, when he cants his head slightly and studies you. “Who might that have been? Perhaps I know what became of him. This school isn’t all that large, after all.”

But you only shake your head. “I’ll only say that he’s a fellow countryman of yours. Any more and…” You trail off, not sure how to finish that exactly, but he seems to read your meaning in the way your cheeks flame. Cursedly exposed under the edges of your mask.

“Ah. So that’s how it is.” A flash of something akin to a frown tugs at his lips slightly, before he smooths it away. “Seems a shame to come all this way, dressed up, and not dance at least once though, doesn’t it?”

You had no counter to offer him to that, only a rueful smile, and are not exactly surprised when he extends a hand in your direction, clad in crisp white glove. “Fancy a turn about the floor, then, if your dance card is open?”

There was no compelling reason to turn him down at this point, you figured. It was clear that Knight had been irrevocably held up, and no one else had dared brave your gloomy little corner to ask. And so you set your drink aside on one of the many floating trays, and slipped your hand into his.

He guides you to the floor, just as the strains of the prior song draw to a close, and you step into an empty space between couples. His other hand curling around your waist as you take up positions, hesitant at first before settling firmly.

“May I at least know the name of the gentleman whose toes I am sure to step on?” you only half joke. “I’ve never really done this before outside of…a few tries practicing.” Your mind wanders back to the hidden study room and Knight’s offer to show you a few steps that he’d learned over the years when you admitted your ignorance. The empty tables and flickering fireplace and the two of you circling to unheard music.

But this was nothing the same. You have to tip your head far up to meet this man’s eyes - though they are no less fixed upon yours than Knight’s focused stare had been. “I s’pose you can call me…Gryphon.”

“Oh, so we’re to be coy then are we?” You laugh a bit, tickled. It is a masquerade, after all, you reason. “Then you may call me Gamine.”

That blue, blue gaze holds yours, unblinking. “A mischief maker? How fitting, for a fallen angel.”

Was it only your imagination that there had been an extra inflection on his last word? You shake it aside as the music strikes up, the gradual soaring of strings grounded by basso, and there is no more room left for thought as he pulls you into step. Only a whirlwind of sensations - the firm strength of his grip on the dip of your waist, the steady hand clasped around yours. The faint heady scent of his cologne, somehow both familiar and not. Frustratingly so, almost like the man himself.

He was no virtuoso but he was capable all the same, holding you easily when a complicated turn tripped you up and setting you back on your feet. His measured presence having the opposite effect on your heart, which tumbled over itself traitorously as your dance went on…skipping a beat entirely every time you steal a glance up only to find his eyes ever locked on yours. As you feel the faint wash of his breath warm over your cheek and ear as he bends in, talking over the swell of conversation that picked up in the silence as the musicians excused themselves for a break.

“You look flushed. Would you care to step outside for some fresh air?”

Breathless as you still are, the most you trust yourself with is a nod, and Gryphon weaves the both of you a path through the crowds towards the balcony doors, never relinquishing your hand tucked into the crook of his elbow even when you both step out into the cool night air.

It’s not quite the same as Christmas back home, you muse, as you turn to look through the wall of brightly-lit windows at the twinkling lights and evergreen swags decorating the hall. But it’s close, close enough to bring you a bittersweet pang of nostalgia.

“Something wrong?” Gryphon asks, and you realize you must have let it show on your face.

“No, no. It’s just…this makes me think of home, is all.”

“Do you find yourself homesick?”

“Not particularly. There was a time when all I could think of was going home, but that’s changed. I’ve met people…” Or person, singular, your thoughts unhelpfully supply. “I would miss them terribly if I left.”

“Ah.” He fidgets, seeming almost uncomfortable, and something like a shadow seems to darken his gaze for a moment. Or perhaps it’s just the cant of his mask darkening them. “The person you were hoping would show up at the ball, perhaps?”

“Perhaps,” you hedged. But you knew you were fooling neither of you.

Gryphon looks away then, almost sulkily, and makes a small noise of frustration low in his throat.

A growling, wolfish sort of huff that you knew, oh so very well.

“Knight?” The question was out before you could reel it back in, spoken without thought even as the rational part of your brain told you this couldn’t possibly be Knight….even as the irrational part of your brain told you that this was Saligia, and stranger things had happened.

His startled jump is all the confirmation you need, and you take advantage of his moment of shock to reach up and slip the mask from his face, exposing the oh-so-familiar sapphire of his gaze.

It was Knight but it wasn’t. His jaw far more squared, features more chiseled - as if all traces of cherubic softness that defined his usual good looks had been sculpted away. The Knight you knew and loved was handsome in a precious, puckish way.

This man is downright stunning.

“What? Who? How?” You stop yourself just short of finishing out the five W’s and stare at him blankly. “You are Knight, aren’t you.”

His gaze darts about, meeting yours only to shift away again at your question turned statement. “Many an odd thing happens on Holy Night.”

“I think this -” You rake your gaze up and down his new, towering form, albeit appreciatively. “Is a bit more than ‘odd’.”

He shrugs helplessly, a faint dusting of pink on his cheekbones. “Tis all the explanation I’ve got. I don’t know any more than you do really.”

An awkward silence falls between you as a million questions tumble through your mind. And when you glance over at Knight again, it was to see his attention focused intently on something over your head.

A sprig of green with white berries hanging from the veranda roof. And looking closer you see them dotted all along the roofline amongst the festive greenery. Either a school committee member’s sly doing or a prank perpetuated by the headmaster, they both seemed equally possible.

“Mistletoe…Are there any traditions about it here?” you ask. It was a scramble for time, because it was obvious from the placement of them this was deliberate.

“It’s bad luck to stand under it and not receive a kiss, as long as there are berries left. You pluck one off for each.” Knight swallows thickly, and the banked heat in his eyes has you rooted to the spot as he leans in, hands carefully coming to rest on your shoulders as his lips hover just above yours. So close you can feel them move as he murmurs. “May I?”

You get only the first fraction of a nod out before his mouth brushes yours - almost clumsily at first, enough to make you wonder if this is his first kiss, before something seems to click. His palms smoothing down, one coming to rest in the center of your back and press you closer while the other finds the flare of your hip and pulls. A needy, desperate strength in the way he fits you flush together just as his tongue finds the seam of your lips and parts them, dipping inside to meet your own. A yearning in the way he devours you, like a feast so long off limits. Only seen, never sampled.

And when he makes a greedy sound, deep in his chest, almost a snarl - it rumbles through you like the prequel to a landslide. Stealing the strength from your knees and leaving you wilting, clinging to him.

He finally, mercifully, breaks away far enough to gaze into your eyes, his own brilliant and feverish above cheeks flushed. His breath little more than a ragged pant. Something huge and shattering in his stare as he starts to step back. “I shouldn’t have...I mean…Dragon’s Teeth.” Swearing, he abruptly lets you go and you almost stumble, still sapped from that searing kiss. “You were waiting for someone and…”

Dismay turns to relief, as you realize his mistake. “Knight. Knight. I was waiting for you.”

The look on his face was priceless, eyes flown wide and jaw dropping. “Me? But I…I was sure you meant Toa, and -”

Taking pity on his faltering, you cut him off with another brief kiss, and pull back only long enough to reach up and pull one of the small white berries from the sprig of mistletoe overhead, shooting him a cheeky grin. “Happy Holy Night, Knight. There’s a whole row of these we can work through.”

His only answer is to reach for you again…and it wasn’t long at all before counting berries was the last thought on either of your minds.

[weatheredleatherhat]

Karl Heisenberg x soft(and smol)!Male!Reader. Reader’s a big fan of Christmas season, and basically drags Karl with him do Christmas shopping (for ornaments, ingredients for cookies, the Chrsitmas tree) and Karl pretends he doesn’t enjoy shoping that much but adores seeing the excited look on the Reader’s face when they pick the perfect tree and ornaments n’ stuff. Back at their place, they get the Christmas tree up, bake some cookies and sip on cocoa while they watch a movie marathon but it’s just filled with fluff and lovin’

((My decorations are up, I’ve got Christmas music blarin’, got some proper delicious mead to my left, my hat’s on backwards and I’m ready to fuckin’ party *SMACK*

I couldn’t resist this one. Happy holidays to all my lovely followers and those who interact with my posts!! If you don’t celebrate holidays, that’s fine too. I hope you have a good time no matter what, even if that’s getting drunk alone in your underwear. Please form an orderly queue under the mistletoe for your kisses.))

To say Karl was absolutely fucking baffled by Christmas was an understatement. He already had a bit of social anxiety with going outside after all this time spent alone and trapped in the village, but December just made it worse the first year. Music blaring everywhere - “Why are they all the same every fucking time?!” he exclaimed when he heard Fairytale of New York for the fourth time in the shopping mall – multicoloured strings of flashing lights, how it all got so busy and crowds would form… He would hold your hand that little tighter as you made your way through the streets, and in return you would rub circles with your thumb into the back of his hand while whispering soothing words.

For the first couple of years, you were constantly on the run, so Christmas wasn’t something you celebrated. He would always notice the mournful look on your face as you passed the fully decorated stores, and a small bloom of guilt would rise in his chest. He swore to himself that one year, he would let you have a blow-out celebration. Fuck the money; he’d lie, cheat and steal for it if he needed to. Anything to make his Buttercup smile. Once you had both finally settled down in a small home after many deals with the BSAA to be left in relative peace with a few check-ins a couple of times a year, he finally agreed to that December being your year to get exactly what you wanted. Sure, it might suck, but it could also be fun. A new experience that he’d never had before. New was a little frightening, but a lot of times, he found it all thrilling. Besides, it was all a little fuck you to Miranda. If she was going to still haunt him in his nightmares, he’d enjoy himself with the love of his life out of fucking spite.

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“Hmm… Nah, this one’s too sparse,” you mumbled through pursed lips, arms folded as you tapped a finger on your chin.

“You’ve said that about the last five,” he grumbled, yet a small smile still graced his face as he ruffled the snow from your hair. Hauling the axe over his shoulder, he got a strange flashback to wielding his hammer the same way, and forced himself to push the memory away and focus on you. “C’mon Buttercup, I’m freezing my nuts off here. Just point and I’ll swing at the one you want.”

“You’re a human furnace, no way you’re cold,” you shot back with a grin, yet you still curled yourself up to him like a penguin sharing warmth. Your eyes swept over the choices, lighting up when you found it. Perfectly sized, fluffy and shaped into the perfect triangle, you bounced up and down as you bounded towards your target. “This one! It’ll go so well in the bay window!”

He rolled his eyes, yet he couldn’t help feeling to joyful at that adorable happiness you had about it all. The way your whole face lit up, and everything you went through together, all the memories were just… Gone. Even if it was fleeting, from the first of December, you hadn’t had a flashback or panic attack about it. Your mind was solely focused on the holidays. Even if it was just a reprieve, he would gladly take it. Anything to see you smile.

With the tree chopped with only a couple of swings, and he hauled it back to the car with it tucked under one arm and you in the other. “At least we can put our feet up when we get home,” he sighed, already picturing curling up on the couch and settling down to watch something on TV.

You looked a little sheepish, scratching the back of your head as you looked up at him. “So uh… About that…”

An eyebrow was raised towards you.

“We gotta get the decorations. And the presents, and stuff for hot chocolate, and…”

He tuned out a little as you rattled off the preparations. A little coil of anxiety was struck off in his chest, but he forced it out. It was your day, damn it, and he refused to spoil it. Instead, he bolted a smile on as he looked down at you. “No problem, Sweetpea. Just show me where I’m going.”

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As it turns out, you could make even the most hellish sounding task a lot of fun. He even got involved in the decoration choices – Yes to red tinsel, no to the pink ballet shoe ornament, and he even chose a little festive mouse to sit on the mantel – and besides, he got to see how your good mood made you bounce around with so much energy and vigour that he hadn’t seen in a while.

You decided on matching Christmas sweaters while you were out, and it didn’t even take much pleading for him to put it on. It made you chuckle, to see him dressed in something so festive. A gaudy knitted pattern, emblazoned with the usual candy canes, trees and wreaths, with the words “I’m the naught one,” on the front (meanwhile, “I’m the nice one,” was written on yours.) It was so out of place on him, but not in a bad way. Just.. Different.

You had put on all the classic songs as you worked on decorating the house, wrapping the presents (back to back so you didn’t peek but occasionally hearing his swears of frustration as he struggled to wrap them), and placing them under the tree that stood proudly in front of the window. Yes, Karl’s decorating style was a little… Haphazard, but it was endearing at least.

You made cookies while he relaxed, though he occasionally would sneak in under the guise of getting a kiss, only to dip his finger into the dough to steal some with a cheeky grin on his face. When they were finished, they were transferred to a suitably festive plate, and you struggled to hold it alongside two large cups of cocoa while you carefully guided yourself to his place on the sofa. “What did we decide on?” you asked, head tilted towards the small pile of DVD’s that lay on the coffee table.

“Uhh… Muppet’s Christmas Carol?” he answered as he helped you with everything in your hands, settling the plate on the table in front of you while taking his mug. He looked tired from the day, but relaxed, too. Curling up in front of the TV was always his favourite part of the day, and you wondered if this change also inspired him somewhat. Karl tended to get bored easily if everything stayed the same.

“Good choice,” you nodded, settling down on the sofa with a sigh of relief at finally relaxing. You watched as he took a sip of the cocoa, a flicker of joy in his eyes as you drank some of your own. You reached forward, wiping the traces of whipped cream from his moustache. “You like it?”

“As sweet as my Buttercup,” he murmured with a grin as he leaned forward, planting a deep kiss on your lips. You chuckled as you snuggled up further to him, melting into his side as you broke the kiss to put on the movie.

The cocoa and cookies were gone as the movie played, and by the end Karl was already lightly snoring. You didn’t mind in the slightest, though. Looking around, it hit you just how much you had both achieved. You’d met him at one of the lowest points of both your lives, had lived in the factory that wasn’t exactly home for either of you, and now here you were. Cuddled up together, in the warmth and quiet, fire crackling in the fireplace and lights twinkling to set an ambiance that filled you with comfort. Looking up at him, you decided on waking him up a bit later. For now, he was comfortable, and he looked restful. You could always sit in comfortable silence as you stroked your hands through his hair, placing kisses at his temples that made him sigh on content in his sleep.

“Merry Christmas,” you whispered to him, nuzzling your nose into his cheek. You got no answer, but you didn’t need to. You were warm, safe, and free, so nothing else mattered.

Nothing else mattered as long as you were all of those things, with him by your side.

[bakubabes-tatakae]

Hot Chocolate & Matching Things || Bokuto x Reader

A/N: This is a piece I wrote for the one and only, @dreamdragonkadia​ for the @konoblog-simps​ secret santa gift exchange. I’ve been wanting to write a piece for Bokuto for a really long time now so when I saw him on your list of people you liked I knew it had to be time. I really hope you like it, love. 🥺❤ Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. 💕

Warnings: fluff, fluff, and more fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

The angered grunts that came from the living room echoed as you walked through the front door. You stopped as you stood in the doorway, waiting to see what else might accompany them. That’s when you heard more shouting. 

“Come on! Useless! They’re just useless!” That was your queue, things would start being thrown around the living room shortly. 

You walked around the corner and peeked at him. “Bokuto?” The eyes of Kotaro Bokuto stared back at you. The anger that had once radiated in them finally changed to happiness as he noticed who he was staring at. 

“Baby girl!” Bokuto’s attention left the television and the volleyball game he had been watching as he ran to you. He reached for the bags in your arms in an attempt to help you. “How did the last minute holiday shopping go?”

You smiled at him and released your grip on the ones he had grabbed, following him to the table. “It went alright, it’s super busy out there, I thought I’d never leave that store.”

He chuckled a little and placed the bags in the hand on the table. “Well I’m glad that you got out of there. If you didn’t get back here soon that game would have driven me crazy. My team just isn’t playing right today.”

You knew how crazy he got when it came to watching his favorite teams play and your living room would thank you for being there to control the chaos. 

He started to unload the bags and placed a free hand on the top of your head, placing a soft kiss to your temple. “Time for us to get down to wrapping.” Bokuto grabbed your arm and spun you around when your hands were free, pushing you lightly toward your hallway. “Go get changed so we can do this thing.” A light slap to your butt kept you going in the other direction as you felt the smugness radiate off of him. 

As you disappeared, Bokuto got to work. The wrapping paper had been waiting by the kitchen table, along with all the things to go with it. He tossed them onto the table and grabbed two coffee mugs out of the cupboard, filling them with the fixings for hot chocolate. 

You could faintly smell it from the other room, but you hadn’t thought anything of it. 

Bokuto grabbed all the fixings he could. Marshmallows topped the hot liquids as he placed both of them on the table, sticking a candy cane in each. He leaned against the counter and crossed his arms, smiling at himself for what he had done. 

As you looked down at the bed you noticed something odd, there were already pajama pants waiting for you and a shirt to match. A small piece of paper sat on them and the scratchy writing of your other half became more and more evident as you got closer. It read: Put me on and come back to the kitchen.

You placed the note to the side and changed into the set that had been left for you. 

As you changed in the bedroom Bokuto ran into the bathroom, grabbing the matching set of his own and changing into it. He had never been one for the sappy things, but they had made him happier and happier the farther your relationship had gotten. You had changed him. You had made him soft. 

You left the bedroom and walked back to the kitchen, and the sight that sat before you made your cheeks grow warm. Bokuto stood before you in pajamas that looked exactly like the ones you had on. He had two coffee mugs of hot chocolate in his hands and you could hear the faint menu of your favorite Christmas movie playing before you. 

You had never been happier with this man in your life. Bokuto held out a mug for you to grab and you took it from him happily. The smell of hot chocolate filled your nostrils as you waited for him to press the play button on the laptop that he had placed on the table. 

The sounds that filled the kitchen had a permanent smile painted on your face. Bokuto walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, careful not to spill his drink on you. His warm breath tickled your ear as you heard him speak softly to you. “Are you ready to make a new tradition?”

This had been your first Christmas together and he had wanted to make it as memorable as he could. You were his pride and joy. He showed you off to everyone and wanted to make you feel special every second of every day. He placed a small kiss to your ear before standing back up and placing his mug on the counter, grabbing a gift from the pile that littered the other half of your kitchen table. “Now let’s get wrapping, shall we?”

You placed a mug next to his and stepped forward, grabbing the wrapping paper and spreading it across the table. 

The wrapping seemed to never end as gift after gift the pile seemed to barely grow smaller. Bokuto had never been the type to enjoy the wrapping part of the holidays, or even particularly enjoy the holidays that much at all, but you had changed that for him. 

You pushed your hair behind your ear and placed your hand on a piece of the paper, holding it in place on the box as you looked over toward Bokuto. “Tape, please?”

Bokuto smiled. “Sure, sweetheart.” He grabbed the tape and ripped a piece off, but instead of handing it to you you felt the stickiness touch your cheek. You almost hadn’t noticed, you almost asked him where it was before his laughter erupted. Bokuto stepped back, knowing full well what was coming for him. 

You grabbed the piece of tape from your cheek and crumpled it in your fingers before lunging for him playfully. “Damnit Kotaro!” Your laughter was like music to his ears as you reached for him. 

His strong arms stopped you as he wrapped you into them, both of you barely able to catch your breath as he raised his hand and cupped your face into them. “Darling,” He paused before continuing to gauge your reaction. “I love you.”

You had never seen as much love in his eyes as you did in this moment. You placed one hand over his and kissed the inside of his wrist. “I love you too, Bokuto.”

Bokuto reached to the side slightly and grabbed a piece of mistletoe that he had been waiting to use all night, holding it above your heads, a sly grin painting his face. “Kiss me under the mistletoe?”

The corniness in his words made you laugh, but you obliged, placing your lips softly to his and lingering there. You both took in every moment, your first holidays together now a success as you basked in the aura that the room held. The warmth of the house combined with the warmth of the love in the room to make you feel safe and full as the snow fell outside. 

 Taglist: @monic00l​ @strangeinternetwasteland​ @rowley-with-ackerman​ @chaoticsimptown​ @ellechanwrites​ @bonnisimpparker​ @sssuckkii

[randomficsandshit]

Outer Banks Fic Rec

Recommended Writers

*NONE OF THESE FICS ARE MINE*

Please do not forget. I have not written any of these. I’m simply recommending favorites of mine. If you love something, send the author your love, not me :) and if any links don’t work, send me a message and I’ll see what I can do! 

UPDATED: APRIL 23, 2021

Usually I organize by fic itself but that’s typically utilizing ao3, etc. and I’m new to obx fics anyway so I thought this would be a fun way to do it! 

also a reminder that I started doing fic recs like this for my own personal organizational habits lmao and I posted them just to have somewhere to put them and these lists were the result. people seemed to like my previous ones so after being asked, i figured I’d do an obx one. you can totally ignore this if you want

Writers are tagged and, if they have one, their masterlist is linked. 

*Also if you’re on this list and for any reason wish to be removed, just let me know and I’d be happy to. This is meant to share your work in a kind way, not bother you, so I’d be happy to oblige. 

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@collecting-stories

*writes for other fandoms as well! Check out their page for more of those*

Masterlist fics with jj, pope, john b, kiara, sarah, rafe, topper

Some favorites:

Yellow Word Count: ~

Artwork Word Count: ~

Adore You Word Count: ~

Bake Off

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@julesclues

jj masterlist

Some favorites:

Too Much To Handle Word Count: 1.6k

Reasons To Be In Love Word Count: 954

"Fake Dating" masterlist this one is with jj too! [COMPLETED]

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@love-chx

Masterlist fics with jj, pope, kiara

Some favorites: 

Be Like That Word Count: 3.4k

Good Good Lovin' Word Count: 6.4k

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@maybankiara

Masterlist fics with jj, john b, kiara, pope, sarah, rafe, topper, and jj x kiara, pope x kiara, rafe x kiara, jj x pope 

Some favorites: 

Prompt Blurb "I Made This For You"

Prompt Blurb "I Dreamt About You Last Night

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@moldisgoodforyou

Full Masterlist 

"Give a Little" masterlist this is college!jj with an OC named Charlie so if you read any of her other fics, start with this series. Listen, I never thought I’d be into OC fics but these are addicting and you will love Charlie. Absolutely obsessed, truly excited every time I see something new. [COMPLETED]

Masterlist you know when you read a series and love it and think “GOD I wish there was more”? Well, yeah. There is.   

Some favorites: 

Want to be Roommates? Word Count: 1.2k

You're My Future Word Count: 800

Stuck With Me Word Count: 1.8k

Home For Christmas Word Count: 1.1k

You're My Home Word Count: ~

“Lost Time” masterlist this is college!rafe with an OC, enemies to lovers goodness. I first made this reclist, I hadn’t read this yet but had added it out of blind support. Now I have read it, and all accompanying fics and holy shit. Read it and fall in love with them. Rafe is completely not canon and you’ll love Sophie.  [COMPLETED]

Masterlist after the initial fic, there's plenty more, just like with JJ and Charlie above. 

Some favorites:

I Love You, Say It Back Word Count: 1.8k

Their First Time Word Count: 1.9k

Florence Word Count: 8.3k

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@everybodyscupoftea (was oopmyheartwent-obx)

college jj masterlist have read all of these. Yes, all. Thoroughly enjoyed, 10/10. I mentioned above that im not into OC fics usually but she created 2 frat bros that are the definition of himbos and you will fall in love despite them not being the relationship targeted in the fics

She has her longer series split into masterlists here:

Pike!JJ

Sigma Chi!JJ

Some favorites: 

The Art of Making a Move at a Kegger Word Count: 2.8k

Cross Me Word Count: ~

I'll Be There Word Count: 2k

Meeting The Fam Word Count: 1.6k

First "I Love You" Word Count: ~

college rafe masterlist again, when I first made this post I hadn’t read much rafe and recommended out of sheer blind support. I have now read these and am beginning you to do the same.

Some favorites:

Under The Mistletoe Word Count: ~

Anyone Can Cook Word Count: 3k

Sleepover? Word Count: ~

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@pixelated-pogues

Masterlist fics with jj, john b, rafe, pope

Some favorites: 

Protective Word Count: ~

Prompt Blurb "Family Vacation"

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@ptersparkers

*writes for other fandoms as well! Check out their page for more of those*

Writing challenge masterlist these are links to fics that were a part of a challenge, I’ve read through most of them and definitely some good ish in there ladies!! 

*Fics with JJ, Rafe, Pope, John B, and Kiara*

Masterlist fics with JJ, John B, Pope, Sarah, Rafe, and an OC! 

Some favorites: 

Whipped Word Count: ~

Best Friend's Brother Word Count: ~

Falling In Love In A Coffee Shop Word Count: ~

"Study Sessions" masterlist First obx multi-chap I read and…..MUAH. golden. Co-written by @storiesbymads [COMPLETED]

Hotbox Word Count: ~

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@starksweasley

*writes for other fandoms as well! Check out their page for more of those*

Masterlist fics with jj 

Protect You Word Count: 2.2k

The Art Of Being Afraid Word Count: 4.9k

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@storiesbymads 

*writes for other fandoms as well! Check out their page for more of those*

Masterlist fics with rafe, sarah, kiara, jj, and topper

Some favorites:

Watermelon Shampoo and Coconut Body Wash Word Count: 1k

It's Not Living (If It's Not With You) Word Count: 1.2k

"Study Sessions" masterlist see above for comments about this one but for real. So so good. Co-authored with @ptersparkers [COMPLETED]

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@sunnypogue

college rafe/coho rafe masterlist again, when I made this post I said I didn’t read much rafe. No longer true. But my initial comment remains: the quality here..superb. Rafe girls, this is your holy grail. Seriously her masterlist is full of great stuff. I still need to read through the whole thing.

Some Favorites:

Rafe Takes Care of His Drunk Girlfriend Word Count: ~

Midsummers With Hockey Rafe Word Count: ~

Rafe Comforting You After A Test Word Count: ~

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@cobaincreates

Masterlist fics with rafe and topper

Really good smut and with stories as well, even the meatier fics don’t feel long because they’re just straight up enjoyable. Last I saw, she was taking a break from writing but theres plenty of good stuff up so! Give them a read and be kind :)

Some favorites: 

Smart Decisions Word Count: 10k

Body Count Word Count: 3k

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@socialwriter

Masterlist fics with jj, rafe, sarah, kiara, pope, john b, topper, kelce

Moulin Rouge Masterlist  [WIP, on hiatus]

Glee Song Fic Series Masterlist

Some Favorites: these are what I’ve read most, they haven’t shown up on my page yet cause my queue is like 2 weeks behind right now, but I’ve enjoyed them and reblogs are coming!!

Dad JJ Masterlist

Dad Rafe Masterlist

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@tweedlydumbtweedlydoo

Masterlist fics with john b, jj, rafe, pope, kiara

Mistake Masterlist You, a pogue and Rafe Cameron, a kook are friends of benefits, secretly of course. But what happens when you get pregnant? [COMPLETED]

Not Perfect Masterlist JJ Maybank is the one who makes sure your kook lawn is immaculate. Your family may look perfect just like the lawn from someone looking from the outside in, but it turns out you and JJ have more in common than you thought. [COMPLETED]

Not Mine Masterlist Everything was going well until a blast from the past shows up. [COMPLETED]

Some favorites:

Stormy Weather Word Count: ~

The Heat Word Count: ~

[svtshine]

Neighbor next door

pairing: Wonwoo x reader 

genre: angst to fluff, Neighbors!au, nonidol!Au

type: oneshot

summary: Falling in love with your neighbour best friend

You heaved the heavy box filled with stuff back at your apartment and entered the apartment building yet again. Probably for the 6th time now. You wiped off the sweat that was forming near your forehead and making the hair stick to your face. Even with the aircon from the lift system blasting you, you were still feeling extremely hot and stuffy.

It was an extremely hot day however, you were still very excited to move into your new apartment and meet your new neighbors. You were told from the nice old landlady that the people here were of different variations. Some were working, students like you or parents with newborns or children. It was a way better environment as compared to your old apartment.

At the old district there was hardly any conversations or interactions between you and your neighbors. You clearly remembered the only interaction you had with one of the neighbors, a floor above you, to keep it down. Even though you weren't making any noise. He was a grumpy looking elderly, and he looked at you with such a aggressive look.

You looked at him strangely but apologized anyhow, wanting so badly to return to the book you were then reading. It was getting to the very best part where the charismatic male character was going to kiss the protagonist and confess to her under the mistletoe, on a cold yet beautiful winter night. 

You kicked your front door with one hand balancing on the box and the other supporting the weight of the door. You placed the box on the floor where it remained with many other cardboard boxes filled completely with all your belongings.

You sighed out and proceeded to tie your hair up into a messy bun to keep it from sticking onto your face. i just have two more boxes, then i can start unboxing....god there is so much to do, you thought to yourself as you sat on the end of the sofa, taking a short break before leaving for those two boxes again.

Yes it was definitely tiring, but you still smiled to yourself as you thought about the new encounters and relationships that might form in this new building. You took a sip of your opened can of soda that was still cool and sighed out in satisfaction, as the cool liquid helped cool you down for a second and satisfy your thirst. 

You smiled brightly and greeted the neighbors that you came across while moving the boxes. They were all very friendly and open in welcoming you, you made note to bake them some of your special cookies later on to thank them. 

Wonwoo was just returning from the nearby convenience store, sucking on a cold soda-flavored ice popsicle. Under the sweltering heat and bright sun, this was what he needed. He was nearing the apartment building when he saw you. He didn't recognize you at all, and he was sure he recalled everyone’s faces. You were struggling with a heavier box, and he remembered the landlady coming over previously with a box of brownies and a notice that someone was going to move in to the apartment next to his.

“Wonwoo dear, someone is moving next door, isn’t that exciting” she said smiling brightly 

“Really?”

“She looks really gorgeous dear, around your age, Slightly younger i believe. She is moving in next month so do welcome her warmly, ya hear me” 

“Yes grandma” Everyone had the habit of calling the warm soul, grandma. She definitely did treat everyone like family, no one dared to mess with her either.

Grandma was watching Wonwoo munch on the delicious brownies and spoke up, “You know maybe you should show her around, get a little closer huh” she smirked deviously. 

Wonwoo only took a sip of his milk, “Grandma this isn’t some fictional romance novel” he replied nonchalantly. 

“You’d never know my dearest” 

His flashback ended and he had noticed that you were still struggling with the heavy box and next to it was a smaller one. He swiftly walked towards to you and took the box from your hands with ease, “here let me help, I’m wonwoo. You must be the new tenant. floor 7, unit 11? i live next door, unit 12″ he spoke up.

it was only then you realised there was a handsome charming man holding onto your box and literally speaking to you, while you stared at him in a slight daze. Holy macaroni, his face is god-like and his voice? come to mama. You continued staring at him, mouth slightly open until he waved his hand infront of you and pulled you out of your imagination. You got flustered at the fact that you were literally swooning over a man you just met, your neighbor for god sakes and in front of him. Get it together Y/n. 

“Hey, i’m Y/n nice to meet you Wonwoo” you stretched out your hand to shake his. Wonwoo placed the box on the ground and shook your hand gently with a warm smile. Grandma was right when she called you gorgeous. Wearing a tank top, pajama shorts, a messy bun and slippers, you still looked amazing. 

You lifted the small box, “Thanks so much for offering to help, these are my last few boxes and i can finally start unpacking” you looked so relieved that wonwoo chuckled. “No worries, we live beside each other so it would be convenient too” He grabbed the heavy box and walked beside you towards the elevator. The two of you starting a simple conversation.

“I can’t believe we’re gonna be neighbors. Not saying i would hate it, i just kinda pictured the next door neighbor to be someone older” You wondered out loud.

“Grandma did say you were around my age, but i’m glad that you’re friendly. You’ll definitely fit right in” Wonwoo smiled at you. “she also told me that you were around my age, are you attending college?” He asked curiously, looking down at you since you were shorter than him. 

“Yeah, i’m attending the college a few minutes walk from here. Psychology course..you?”

“nice, i’m attending the same school but taking business.”

Your stomach growled, you just remembered you haven’t eaten breakfast at all. Wonwoo laughed out loud and you pouted. “Why don’t i help you unpack and get some takeout so that we can share. It’ll help you save time” He suggested. You felt very touched by his kind gesture, “If you don’t mind, it’ll really help, i’ll pay for the takeout.”

The two of you unpacked and continued getting to know each other. It simply clicked between the two of you. There wasn’t any sign of awkwardness, and you never felt uncomfortable at all around him. Wonwoo made you feel at home. talking to him felt like you were reuniting with a friend from long ago.

Wonwoo held up a book from one of your boxes, “Holy shit, i’ve been trying to find this book for ages” you looked up from folding your clothes, “That is one of my favourite books, good eye. i had to queue hours to get that, but at least with the author’s signature as well” you winked at the end at him. His eyes widened and flipped to the first page where in deed, the bold yet elegant signature of the author lay. “i could lend it to you, as a thanks for helping me as well.”

Wonwoo smiled so brightly you were going to faint he looked like a kid who had just received a kitten for his birthday.

From then on, the two of you became the best of friends. Meeting earlier in the mornings to eat breakfast together before morning classes, walking to school together and even eating lunch together most of the times. Wonwoo introduced you to his big group of 13 friends, and not gonna lie when you first met them, you were really intimidated. Most of them were almost a head taller than you and you felt so small standing next to them. However, they welcomed you with open arms and you loved spending time with them and wonwoo.

Movie nights became a weekly thing after the both of you completed all the dued assignments. You would place you leg on his lap and the both of you would indulge in unhealthy snacks and sodas the whole night before falling asleep together.

Doing laundry together, studying at the library together and buying groceries together. it was normal to see the both of you together. There was never an awkward moment between the two of you. For the first time in your life, you trusted a friend that much in such a short time, it did kind of scare you at how fast you trusted this man but well wonwoo had never done anything to make you doubt him. In fact, he has been doing the opposite. Whenever you feel down about missing your parents or a bad test grade, wonwoo would hug you tight and wipe away your tears. He would do anything to make you happy like telling you about the dumb things his friends had done this week and afterwards tuck you in, sleeping on the couch just to be sure you were okay.

You entrusted him with a spare key in case of emergencies. The first time you realised what you felt for him was probably not entirely platonic was when you returned from your part time job one night. You were exhausted, it was a busy night at the restaurant and your manager had you running table to table taking orders and serving dishes. You wanted so badly to just collapse and your bed and sleep till tomorrow noon. You lazily unlocked your door and threw your bag on the floor, bending down to collect your shoes when you realised there was already someone inside your apartment. You recognised the back of Wonwoo’s head, his soft fluffy hair sitting on it giving him a nice look. Wonwoo heard some rustling and turned to find you finally home, “hey y/n welcome home, how’s work?” You organised your shoe and wonwoo came over to give you a squeeze. You felt his warmth and it felt so good to come back and wrap you arms around hi—.

your eyes opened in shock. You realised that with wonwoo, you were always happy. He made you feel at home, just by being next to you. He was your rock, and you looked forward seeing him everyday. Seeing him laying on your couch, a book in his hands when you reached home, immediately made you feel at ease and less tired. It was so natural, seeing him in your apartment, waiting for you to come home to him was normal.

oh my god. i’m falling in love with Jeon Wonwoo

After you started realising your romantic feelings for Wonwoo, you started being more cautious and aware of his behaviours. You would get flustered when your hand accidentally brushes against his when the both of you are walking. When he hugs you, you found is hard to let him go. You realised the sparkles in his eyes whenever he smiled and how much you enjoyed his laughter, never wanting it to stop.

The both of you would continue doing the stuff you’ve originally been doing. Baking together for the neighbours and grandma or going for walks in the park together. Only until one day, Wonwoo told you

“Y/n i’m so excited, i’m going to go on a date” You felt your smile falter, your heart breaking into tiny pieces. All hoped of “maybe he might feel the same way as i am” were thrown out of your window. You dug your fingernails harshly into your skin and you forced yourself to smile again

“hey that’s great, who is she?”

“Min jun, she’s in business as well. Super talented and smart and she’s really pretty too”

tears were starting to form, and you uncomfortably looked down at your lap, “That’s great, when are you guys going out?”

“Tomorrow, 6pm. I’m gonna bring her to that fancy restaurant Minghao recommended me.” Wonwoo looked so excited, it broke your heart even more.

“but won its movie night tomorrow” you said softly. “Don’t worry i’ll get back in time, just maybe a little late” eyes focused on his clothes. He picked out a button down and showed it to you, “Hey do you think this looks like date material”

“yeah” you mumbled. playing with your fingers, trying to distract yourself from breaking down infront of wonwoo. That night you left his apartment earlier than usual, telling him you still had some assignments to complete. If assignments meant crying the whole night.

the next day, you didn’t see wonwoo that much since you had more classes than usual. You were surprised you were still able to pull through them. Your doorbell rang and you opened it to see Wonwoo.

He was dressed nice in the same button down and jeans. His wrist adorned an elegant watch and his hair was styled nicely. he smelled of fresh shave. Your heart was pounding in your chest at how handsome he looked. “Wish me luck Y/n, i’m going to pick her up now” he smiled, showing how excited he was.

“have a great time Won” You said softly, knowing you wouldn’t have a great time knowing the person you love was going to meet someone else. Wonwoo waved goodbye to you and you closed the door. Sliding down the cool wooden surface and onto the ground, bringing your knees together and bawling your eyes out.

It was about 1 am, you sat on the couch waiting for Wonwoo to return for movie night. this heavy feeling of regret on your chest. You wanted to tell him about your feelings, at least let him know how deeply you felt for him. you knew you couldn’t pretend how much it didn’t affect you that he didn’t feel the same way about you.

The doorknob jingled and you realized it was wonwoo unlocking the door. You stood up and cleaned your sweaty nervous palms on your pajamas. Wonwoo opened the door and was shocked to see you still awake and waiting for him, snacks laid out on the coffee table and tv switched on to the netflix channel. “Y/n i wanted to check if you gone to bed already. I’m so sorry, we had such a good time i lost track of it and i walked her home”

Your heart once again broke at the fact that he had a great time. Of course you wanted him to find a nice girl, but it hurt you so much knowing it wasn’t you. “Wonwoo it’s fine...i need to tell you something and it’s really serious” Wonwoo rushed to you and the both of you sat on the couch. “look won, i really treasure our friendship but i just have to get it off of my chest. i-i love you, but more than a friend loves her bestfriend.” The hand that wonwoo used to hold your hand slowly retracted from yours.

“i know you don’t feel the same way” you said, your voice slightly breaking because your tears started dropping freely. “But you found someone, Min jun, who is much better than me anyways. Treasure her okay? i just want you to be happy and if you’re the happiest with her, then she is the road to go” Wonwoo instinctively raised his hand to wipe away your tears, but he brought it back down at the last second. “Y-y/n i’m so sorry, but i-i just don’t feel the same as you do. i really wished that i did” he looked down at his lap

You sighed out, “It’s fine wonwoo, it’s not your fault either, i just want to lay down now so goodnight. See you later Alligator”

“Goodbye crocodile” Wonwoo mumbled.

You snuggled closer into your blankets as you heard wonwoo leave the apartment and let the tears flow freely. 

You know what hurts the most? Loving someone who didn’t love you back.

Wonwoo didn’t sleep that night. you were on his mind the whole time. Guilt spreading his entire body as he could still remember the way you looked when you confessed your feelings to him. The way he wanted to hold you so tight then and chase all your problems away. He reached out his hand to wipe away your tears without even thinking but backed away in the end. 

He raised his hand in front of his face and stared at it. he knew he didn’t think of you as anything else but a friend.....right? He recalled all the memories he shared with you, food fights when the both of you woke up at 3 in the morning and had the terrible idea to bake cookies right then. The way your eyes lit up as you stared at the fishes in the sea aquarium. How bright your smile was when he brought you to a cat cafe. Oh god he loved your smi--

Wait no. He thought, i like Min jun, yeah the girl i’m going out with. Right?

He didn’t see you around that much anymore. You didn’t invite him in for breakfast. You walked to college on your own and you ate lunch that you have already prepared yourself. Wonwoo’s heart broke knowing you were purposefully avoiding him, trying to get over him. He himself spent countless of nights trying to get you out of his mind. But his mind always wandered back to you, have you been eating properly? Taking enough rests? or overworking yet again. he hasn’t been taking care of himself. Meals were half eaten, his eyes were dull and he hardly smiled anymore. he just wanted to see you again 

your smile, your eyes, your gorgeous face, your kind heart. 

his head kept convincing himself, Min jun, Min jun, Min jun.

but his heart chanted, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n.

Glasses clinked together, waiters moving around swiftly. Under dim lighting, Wonwoo stared at his date, Seo min. Seo min was talking about her new designer bag that she bought. Wonwoo zoned out of the conversation tapping his fingernails on the table, he switched his phone on from under the table and stared at the screensaver. It was a selfie of you and Wonwoo. 

Seo min clicked her fingers to gain wonwoo’s attention. “Hey you okay? you seem distracted” 

Wonwoo rubbed his face and flashed her a fake smile, “erm yeah i’m sorry, what were you saying?”. she continued droning on and Wonwoo had to put in so much focus just to hear what she was saying. He realised how similar the both of you looked. H/c hair, same hair length, height. But she wasn’t you. She didn’t want to get know Wonwoo, she didn’t care to ask if he was taking care of himself. 

oh god, i’m in love with Y/n, wonwoo realised

“S-Seo min, i-i need to go, i’m sorry. and i can’t see you anymore. Here is the money for this meal. i have to go” before Seo min could even say anything, Wonwoo was running out of the restaurant. 

Wonwoo ran like he never ran before, every breath came out as a light smoke as he ran through the cold wintery streets towards the apartment building. He climbed up the stairs as he was too impatient. 

Wonwoo impatiently knocked on your door, panting heavily from running and climbing so far. He waited for you to open the door and brushed through his hair. 

The multiple knocks on your door made you put down your book and hot chocolate. “I’m coming!” you said, wondering who was visiting you at this hour. You opened the door and was shocked when you saw Wonwoo panting like he just ran miles. 

“Won-” wonwoo stopped you by placing his lips on yours, slowly snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer. You were shocked for a second, but hesitantly wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. You broke the kiss first, leaning away and placing your hands on his face waiting for him to talk

“Y/n, these few week has been misery. As cliche as it sounds, it wasn’t the same without you. I missed you so much, your smile, your laughter, everything. Cooking with you, studying with you and even doing laundry together” Wonwoo said voice slightly quivering as all his emotions poured out for you. “i realised as much as i was attracted to Min Jun, my heart belonged to you. I love you, and i didn’t see it before but i really do. I hope that you’ll consider me again and i’ll really like to bring you out” he finished

You gave him a small peck on the lips, “of course Wonwoo.” He gave you the brightest smile, knowing he has you back in his life and that you love him as well, made him the happiest man alive

He wrapped his arms below your knees and carried you into your apartment and onto your bed. The two of you kay and cuddled for a while. Talking about the events that happened when the two of you weren’t talking.

With you, Wonwoo felt like himself. In contrast to how he felt when he was with Min jun. That night he kissed you goodnight and had the best sleep in a few weeks.

Wonwoo has been bringing you on dates for a couple of weeks now, but he hasn’t officially asked you to be his girlfriend. Regular activities such as having breakfast together and spending time together resumed.

On christmas morning, you woke up earlier to make pancakes for the two of you. A pair of arms wrapped around you from behind, you let out a small yelp and Wonwoo’s deep chuckle made your hair on the back of your neck rise.

You turned around and gave him a kiss, “Good morning won.”

“Good morning baby”

You raised your head to realised the mistletoe that you hung were above you guys.

“look won” pointing to the mistletoe, “looks like i get another kiss”

Wonwoo looked up as well, “Well darling, i have one question. Would you like a kiss from won? or a kiss from your boyfriend Won?” he said bringing you closer. “because i would definitely love to kiss my girlfriend Y/n, not just Y/n.”

you can’t believe he was asking you to be his girlfriend, and on christmas morning under the mistletoe. It was a perfect moment. Your hand wrapped against your mouth in disbelief as wonwoo continued staring at you. You finally nodded frantically and Wonwoo’s face erupted into a big smile

He brought you in for a kiss. A kiss under the mistletoe, from your boyfriend next door.

Masterlist

[bts-ficrecs]

i had this ask on queue but??? i noticed for some reason my “read more” is....placed within the ask aaand i can’t take it out (like even if i delete everything and start all over again).... i’m so confused lol

so anyway, here’s my reply anon! :) ↴ ↴

 

this was in reference to my smutty series recs...several months ago...so y’all know the drill. idk how to keep things short. and i always take forever to reply. so here u go <3

there’s a lot of smut out there...so i’ve restricted this to only pwps. maybe i’ll do a comp for smutty fics with plot in the future. 

also i’m kind of vanilla LOL so none of these should be too wild 😂 sorry if you were looking for a wild anal fisting blood play orgy adjfeajl 

KEY: (*) = haven’t read yet but i’ll rec anyway cause i can

NAMJOON

.•° As The Cauldron Bubbles by @winetae

°•. Summary: What makes for a potent potion? Step one. In one room, gather two people who seemingly dislike each other. Step two. Stir in a pinch of snark and four ladles of sexual tension. Step three. Wait until everything simmers to a boil.

 

.•° Attitude by @fightmejeonkook

°•. Summary: Namjoon is your best friend and a quick dare quickly changes everything between you two, a kiss leading from one thing to another as pent up tension surfaces.

 

.•° Bitten & Knotted by @jamaisjoons (*)

°•. Summary: As different as night and day, your two lovers have many differences, after all, one is a vampire and the other is a werewolf. They have their similarities too, namely their supernaturally long life. Something you don’t share. Something they’re going to rectify tonight.

 

.•° Chemi-beat by @hoseokiehopie

°•. Summary: Your fun plan to seduce your boyfriend in his studio backfires when it’s broadcasted on VLIVE for the entire ARMY to see.

 

.•° Choke by @writingseoul

°•. Summary: You help him to relax.

 

.•° Feeling Good by @ethertae (*)

°•. Summary: A wonderful threesome with Kim Namjoon, and Kim Seokjin.

 

.•° Forbidden by @junghelioseok

°•. Summary: A dance with the devil under the pale moon.

 

.•° Hunger's Only Friend by @bangtanbullies

°•. Summary: Namjoon has a philosophy that while some women are prettiest with their masks of cosmetic, a slut is at her most beautiful when she is freshly fucked.

 

.•° His Roomate by @joondaily

°•. Summary: When your boyfriend suggested the two of you spice up your sex life, you never expected that to include time alone with his roommate. (feat. Jungkook)

 

.•° Peaches and Cream by @jinpire

°•. Summary: “Baby,” he says, the sheer arousal in his eyes melting most of your resistance. He shoves the laptop back onto the coffee table before grabbing your hands, his thumbs running over your knuckles. “Y/N. Give me ten minutes between your gorgeous thighs, and you’ll never want to miss out again. I swear.”

 

.•° Please, Santa by @floralseokjin

°•. Summary: It’s Christmas Eve and you and Namjoon are about to partake in some peculiar roleplay…

 

.•° Through The Phone by @imaginethisbts

°•. Summary: The sexual frustration is real when Namjoon goes on a month long business trip, halfway across the world. So when the chips are down and the tides get rough, and you can’t actually get to one another… what do you do? You go to the next best thing of course - phone sex.

 

.•° Under The Mistletoe by @11-ish

°•. Summary: In which you’ve met your high school lover, Namjoon in the eve of Christmas.

 

 

SEOKJIN

.•° A Saint In Her Halo by @winetae

°•. Summary: Beneath his immaculate appearance and flowery words, no one would expect such filth to spew from his lips or; Kim Seokjin is simultaneously the best and worst kind of distraction.

°•. m/n: ok, so this isn’t smut per say. Moreso sexually suggestive. But it’s good ok. So good.

 

.•° Charm Me by @jungblue

°•. Summary: You have a test in charms tomorrow, and you know that you’re completely screwed, but luckily your boyfriend Jin, who is an expert in the subject, offers to help—however you quickly learn that he might actually be a bit too good at them.

 

.•° Daydream by @dom-joonie

°•. Summary: Your literature professor has a bit of a…gift. A gift that let’s him see other peoples thoughts when he wants to. And despite the fact that he warns his class openly about this gift, one day you forget, and find yourself in a bit of pickle when Kim Seokjin reads your mind, and finds you imagining some not so school appropriate scenarios…involving him.

 

.•° Dr. Kim by @btsfiles

°•. Summary: He’s the hospital’s best surgeon, and you’re more than just an admirer.

 

.•° Green Room by @hoseokiehopie

°•. Summary: You blow your boyfriend in the green room after a concert when neither of you can hold yourselves back.

 

.•° Hazy by @yoonia (*)

°•. Summary: “You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into.”

 

.•° In the Mood by @kinktae (*)

°•. Summary: With the second world war finally over, soldiers are coming back home to their families, and famous Hollywood actor Seokjin is no different. Eager to get to babymaking with his wife but plagued by the need to re-establish himself in the film industry, Seokjin is to forced to engage in a more unconventional conception method.

 

.•° Pink by @tayegi

°•. Summary: “Stop undressing me with your eyes! Use your teeth.”

 

.•° Sehnsucht by @johobi

°•. Summary: An embarrassing run-in with your new boss is only the start of your destructive infatuation.

 

.•° Self-Indulgent Fantasy by @bxebxee

°•. Summary: You try your best to wrinkle Seokjin’s vest, but he’s not having it.

 

.•° Urs by @floralseokjin

°•. Summary: Seokjin’s been dreaming of this moment for so long…

 

.•° Washing Machine by @btssmutgalore

°•. Summary: Jin shows you another way to use the old washing machine.

 

 

YOONGI

.•° 1:32 AM by @mikronysus

°•. Summary: Your eyes narrowed into slits as you glared at the scene unfolding in front of you, your fingers grasping the straw of your drink as you silently seethed to yourself. You watched as the girl laughed at whatever it was your boyfriend had said, her fingers grazing his arm as she looked up at him with eyes that were clouded over in a drunken haze. Sneering at the sight, you clenched your jaw as you watched her move closer towards him.

 

.•° 7:30 AM by @prolixitae

°•. Summary: It isn’t often that you get to wake tangled in each other.

 

.•° A Lesson by @btsxyou (feat. Jungkook)

°•. Summary: Maybe it was the thought, in the back of your mind, the thought that had swirled around inside, about how Yoongi could take you from the equal you were when you were with Jungkook, and turn you into a puppet. How he knew what he was doing.

 

.•° A Brush of Silk by @jinpire

°•. Summary: His lips curl around your neck, whispering, “I want slow today. You good with that, baby?” “You say that like you ever want anything else, old man,” you quip back, your voice a tad breathless.

 

.•° Between Chocolates & Candy Canes by @yoonia

°•. Summary: This day was supposed to be the best day of your life. After a long wait filled with curiosity, excitements and a bundle of nerves, you are finally here, walking between the other members in the tour group invited to visit the magnificent and renowned Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory.  (feat. Jimin)

 

.•° Boyfriend Jeans by @bangtanboysboo

°•. Summary: Yoongi is leaving for tour and he needs his jeans.

 

.•° Buzz by @floralseokjin (complete series)

°•. Summary: In which you’re unsure if you’ve ever received an orgasm and when you finally pluck up the courage to use the vibrator you bought that one day on a whim, Yoongi barges through the door…

 

.•° Chardonnay by @btsxyou

°•. Summary: You lifted your gaze, turning your head towards him, and giving him a half smile, not too nicely, but that perfect smirk that you know would eat at him the whole night.  Because he wanted you, but he couldn’t have you.  

 

.•° Diaphanous by @yoongisbbydoll (*)

°•. Summary: Yoongi has missed you more than anything. Staying away for a long time it too much on him, but he knows it is much harder on you. Therefore, whenever he can, he brings home presents you could never have imagined.

 

.•° Firsts by @badbhye (*)

°•. Summary: You and Yoongi had been dating for a good six months, and you had told him from the get-go that you wanted to wait until you were ready to have sex. It wasn’t as if your virginity was something you held sacred, you just wanted to do it with someone you were comfortable with and trusted completely. And Yoongi was that.

 

.•° Ink by @guksthighs

°•. Summary: Yoongi needs to remind you who you belong to.

 

.•° Jitters by @versigny

°•. Summary: Yoongi read you like an open book, and judging from your blown-pupils and faintly parted lips, he probably definitely knew what you were thinking about.

 

.•° Long Distance by @miss-noo-na

°•. Summary: Yoongi misses the sound of your voice.

 

.•° Sticky Honey by @minlattes

°•. Summary: Yoongi’s every day life with you is a gift, you’re his favorite human.

 

.•° True Love Cafe by @versigny

°•. Summary: Make me fall in love with you.

 

.•° The Honeytrap by @jamaisjoons

°•. Summary: What can you do when your bees aren’t producing the amount of honey they should be? Ask your neighbour, the honeybee king, for help of course!

 

 

HOSEOK

.•° 100-to-1 by @mytaerminology

°•. Summary: “I have an idea” Hoseok said, way too enthusiastically for your liking.

 

.•° Adjustment by @yminie

°•. Summary: At Kim-Jung Chiropractics, they meet your every need, and today it’s not just your back that needs aligning.

 

.•° All Toy, No Mercy by @prolixitae (*)

°•. Summary: As an amateur porn couple, you’VE got roles to uphold. Said roles leave hoseok at your mercy when you conjure up a sick little theme for this week’s video. Two words: Orgasm torture.

 

.•° Barbarian by @httpjeon

°•. Summary: Your husband, Hoseok, comes home from a raid with the need to make you pregnant with his child.

 

.•° Cold Showers by @chillingtae

°•. Summary: Everyone has bad habits. Yours just happens to be long, hot showers - it’s not like it’s that bad. Long showers were a habit you couldn’t break despite the fact that Hobi told you on the daily not to use all of the hot water…Which brings you to your current situation. You decide that Hobi will just have to get over your habit, and you’ve got the perfect plan thought up of how to do just that…

 

.•° Gumdrops & Lollipops by @winetae (*)

°•. Summary: A visit to Jung Hoseok’s chocolate factory does not turn out the way you expected it to.

 

.•° Hatefuck by @njssi (*)

°•. Summary: Perhaps pissing off Hobi during dance practice wasn’t that good of an idea. Or perhaps it was the best idea you’ve had in a while.

 

.•° Sunlit Affair by @ubemango

°•. Summary: Twenty-five is a good look on Hoseok.

 

.•° Take Me by @yoonia

°•. Summary: “I don’t want you to stop.”

 

.•° The Last Day of Summer by @whichwaytowonderlandep

°•. Summary: 365 days in a year. Three months dedicated to a summer vacation and you wasted no time to fuck around with some guy you had met at the hostel you were staying.

 

.•° To the Beat of My Heart by @jeonggukingdom

°•. Summary: When you walk into the studio that Sunday afternoon, all you expect is a lonely and chill practice session but, a few hours later, your programs are shattered in thousand pieces by the unexpected presence of Jung Hoseok. And nothing could have prepared you for what he had in store for you.

 

.•° War Game by @yoonia

°•. Summary: “You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into"

 

 

JIMIN

.•° A Bite of The Apple by @jinpire

°•. Summary: The thought of Jimin not being able to feed from someone other than you is troubling in more than one sense– there will be times, like the past week, when you physically can’t be there for him, and what would happen in an emergency, if he somehow got hurt and needed a transfusion, if his body rejected the blood of someone else. And that’s not even considering the long term implications of that….

 

.•° A Matter of Pride by @jincherie

°•. Summary: You make some comments that wound Jimin’s pride and threaten his standing as Best Lover of the group so he sets out to prove you wrong the only way he knows how.

 

.•° Barefoot And by @dovechim

°•. Summary: I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk and I have to feel your cum drain out of me until I remember how to move.

 

.•° Birthday Boy by @polaritae

°•. Summary: You’re the best present Jimin could have asked for.

 

.•° Breaking Of The Fast by @versigny

°•. Summary: “Why don’t you want me?”

 

.•° Class President by @btssmutgalore

°•. Summary: Class president candidate Jimin would do anything to get your vote.

 

.•° Clone-a-Willy™ by @dovechim

°•. Summary: “I’ve had this plug in me all day, when do I get to feel your cock instead?”

°•. Sequel: Heightened Secrecy

 

.•° Euphoria by @94hixtape

°•. Summary: “Let’s have a threesome when we graduate, if… uh, we’re still single that is…”

 

.•° Gingerbread House by @readyplayerhobi (feat. Jungkook)

°•. Summary: Do you have a sweet tooth? Or do you prefer a bit of spice in your treats? Gingerbread House has all your needs met with our large range of confectionery that’s sure to meet everyone’s tastes. For those looking for something a little more personalised, we’re always willing to create bespoke confectionery to suit you. Give us a call or visit our store, you’re sure to find plenty to sink your teeth into!

 

.•° Little Monster by @floralseokjin

°•. Summary: You’ve been good friends with your roommate Jimin for a while, occasionally flirting with each other, especially when you’ve had a drink, but nothing has ever happened between the two of you…until that is, he secretly listens to you and Namjoon have sex one day…He thinks you don’t know, but he’s wrong…

 

.•° Lower by @parkmuse

°•. Summary: After six months you finally break the sexual tension… with phone sex.

 

.•° Mischievous Maintenance by @dark-muse-iris

°•. Summary: Like many adults who are trying to make the best of working in a field unrelated to their degree, you greet Mondays with the same enthusiasm as an ex with shared custody. You don’t to be there, but adult responsibilities require it and you need money. And coffee. And the salacious advances from the head maintenance technician working in your office.

 

.•° Nursemaid by @noona-la-la-la

°•. Summary: Jimin’s crush comes over to his house to help him out after he suffers an injury that leaves him with limited use of both hands.

 

.•° One More Time by taepott

°•. Summary: You can’t resist Jimin, even if he is a fuckboy.

 

.•° Raw by @btsjeonjazz

°•. Summary: A demon and an angel are trying to win over you. But who will succeed?

 

.•° Watch Me by @swoonjoon

°•. Summary: Who knew watching some camboy would turn into so much more?

 

 

TAEHYUNG

.•° Bad Decisions by @94hixtape

°•. Summary: Taehyung sighs in the curve of your neck, lips roaming the soft expanse of skin as his hands can’t seem to find a resting spot in the curves of your body. It’s one am and the silence in his dorm room is as overwhelming as it is exciting; you blame on the bottle of vodka the two of you had while studying for finals. One hour ago it seemed like a good idea. One hour later, not so much.

 

.•° Desideratum by @junqkook

°•. Summary: You had no idea you’d fall for a Hufflepuff, especially not the seeker with a big smile and wandering hands that you spent more time in bed with than you cared to admit.  

 

.•° Fever by @yoonia

°•. Summary: “I wish I could hate you.”

 

.•° Good Girl by @suga-kookiemonster

°•. Summary: You don’t really know much about kim taehyung. What you do know is that he’s your handsome coworker and that, since you just accidentally sent him a nude, you’re good and royally fucked.

 

.•° Heatwave by @curly-bangtan

°•. Summary: When your town is hit with a heatwave, and the air conditioning at your shared place coincidentally malfunctions, you start to go a little crazy at your shit luck because there’s nothing you hate more than clammy pits, while Taehyung goes a little crazy thinking you’re trying to seduce him with your tiny shorts and popsicle-sucking skills.

 

.•° H is for Hairpulling by @polaritae

°•. Summary: You continue your work, trying your best to gently untangle his hair. For the most part, you only have to give the strands a tug and they unravel, but some knots are worse than others. A particularly large mess has you yanking at the strands. Taehyung whimpers.

 

.•° Of Lace and Lust by @hobidreams

°•. Summary: Friendship rule number one: Don’t imagine how amazing your best friend’s cock would feel inside you. Except that’s all you can think about after accidentally discovering Taehyung’s kink for panties. Specifically, the lacy ones you’re so fond of wearing.

 

.•° On The Significance Of Names by @wildernessuntothemselves

°•. Summary: Despite living in a world where romantic or sexual relationships with witches could be punishable by death, you, a witch, still feel confident enough to ask your friend Taehyung, a werewolf and prince, to allow you to relieve your intense curiosity that could’ve only sprouted from years of sexual repression, and give you the chance to feel what it’s like to pleasure a man.

 

.•° One Night Snap by @taesjpg

°•. Summary: [23:09] Kim Taehyung: DO NOT OPEN THE SNAP I JUST SENT TO YOU FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE DON’T

°•. Sequel: Part 2

 

.•° The Fanmeet by @ellieljade

°•. Summary: Taehyung is jealous over Jungkook flirting with his girlfriend and decides to teach him a lesson in front of their fans.

 

.•° The Name Game by @drquinzelharleen

°•. Summary: You invite some of your friends over for a small party. When a tame night in turns into a dirty one. Your friend Hoseok comes up with a fun game for you all to participate in.

 

.•° The Silver One by @prolixitae

°•. Summary: You didn’t mean to swipe right but now you’re sleeping with a hot jewelry salesman who makes fun of bottoms as much as you do.

 

.•° Voice Note by @kpopfanfictrash

°•. Summary: Taehyung: did u listen [4:16 PM]

 

 

JUNGKOOK

.•° A Sip of the Grail by @jinpire

°•. Summary: You take in his expression curiously, trying to understand this new Jungkook that’s somehow both bold and shy, before tilting your chin to the left and exposing the curve of your neck. A quick hook of your finger into the collar of your sweater unveils more of your shoulder to his gaze. “Go ahead, Jungkook,” you murmur, voice just above a whisper.

 

.•° All I Want for Cockmas by @junqkook

°•. Summary: You tell Santa exactly what you want for Christmas.

 

.•° Arm Candy by @bisougi

°•. Summary: “Yes, Mr. Jeon.”

 

.•° CaptainAmerica!Jungkook by @hayjeon

°•. Summary: His shield clatters to the floor as he rips off his mask and presses desperate, hard kisses to your lips, sucking the breath out of you and swallowing your mewls.

 

.•° Desiderium by @jeonggukingdom

°•. Summary: “We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still so horny?”

 

.•° Fast and Definitely Furious by @parkmuse

°•. Summary: “Car sex looks so much easier in the movies.”

 

.•° Heat Wave by @iq-biased

°•. Summary: As soon as the ice touches his glowing skin, it begins to melt instantly - the jagged edge moulding into a smooth surface that ghosts lightly over his flesh.

 

.•° Mastur-bait by @kookswife (*)

°•. Summary: You drunkenly touch yourself in front of your neighbour, hoping he’ll take notice. You can’t help but do a double take when he actually does.

 

.•° Soft Touch by @minnpd

°•. Summary: “Thank god you’re home. I need a favor.”

 

.•° Stay by @kpopfanfictrash

°•. Summary: You and Jungkook are fuck buddies.

 

.•° Take Me to Church by @illneverrecover

°•. Summary: You can always tell when something is bothering your boyfriend, despite how hard he tries to hide it - and you have creative ways to get him to talk.

 

.•° Tinder 2.0 by @tayegi

°•. Summary: In disbelief over your good luck, you stumble down the hall towards the session rooms. A 9.8?! You’ve only been here twice. The first time you had been matched with a 6.5 and the second time with a 7, and both men had been so sexy and talented between the sheets that you had been walking on cloud nine for weeks afterwards. But now you were with a 9.8? You could hardly imagine what that would entail.

 

.•° Tooth and Claw by @johobi

°•. Summary: Sympathetic to the plight of the werewolves your kind have culled to near-extinction, life as a human informant has never been one of safety. However, when you catch the eye of an alpha, your situation only grows more perilous.

°•. Sequel: Moonsent

 

.•° Zipper by @parkmuse

°•. Summary: Your best friend thinks it’s a good idea to watch porn together, he’s dumb.

[maviemesregles]

Twas two days before Christmas

This one-shot fic was written for @thelallybrochlibrary​ Holiday exchange.

A prompt from @maryooch​ :  "How about Jamie meets Claire while she’s trying to skate (badly) at Rockefeller center during the Christmas season. Both are unattached and in the city for different reasons."

Special thanks to Anne  @eclecticstarlightconnoisseur​  for always getting my messy ideas and improving them. For once again for making sure it's nice and readable for you guys.

Hope you enjoy and feel a wee bit festive! ❄️

AO3

New York, New York Frank Sinatra sang. The Big Apple stretched out all the way to the horizon in a milky white blanket of snow. The skyline pierced with gleaming structures of steel, glass, and concrete.

Claire stared out of the window where snow became even thicker than an hour ago and turned the buildings into giant ice cream cones.

“Honey, are you there?”

“Yes, Mum.” Beauchamp pressed her ear to her iPhone and climbed onto the high hotel bed. “I’m listening.”

“Baby, what did they tell you about the flight? Father has been calling British Airways at least a hundred times today. You know what he’s like.” Julia Beauchamp rattled around in the kitchen cupboards.

Claire dropped her head into the mass of pillows crispy scented of fresh laundry.

Of course, something like this could have happened only to her. After the three-day medical conference in New York, with bags full of gifts, sweets, booze for Dad, and cosmetics for Mum, Claire was ready to go back home for the holidays.

But this year the family tradition wasn’t going to happen because Claire got stuck in this city for God knows how long. The heavy blizzard came upon New York, forcing all the transatlantic flights to be cancelled. Red-faced, hands full of bags, and sweaty in her jumper, the English surgeon hissed “Fucking morons” when she was told she’s not flying today. And most likely not for the next three days. Her cell-phone kindly reminded her today is the 22nd day of December. Only two days left before Christmas. If not for being scared to be without a means of contact, Claire surely would have smashed the device on the white airport tiles.

“They put me into the hotel. It’s all paid.” She glanced at her suitcase, surrounded by shopping bags. “All flights to London cancelled.”

Reaching into one of the bags, Claire grabbed a chocolate bar, not caring about a proper lunch at the moment.

“What about Bristol? Manchester? Anything at all?” Her mother sighed, looking at the shopping list for Christmas dinner. “Dad could pick you up. Lamb just got the car back, all fixed.”

Chewing on the mint chocolate, Claire flicked through the menu on the side table.

“Nothing. I even checked flights to Edinburgh and Dublin. It looks like I’m stuck here.”

There was silence for a while. Claire could hear their dog Pop, an old pug, snoring in the background. All she wants to do is cry. Is it so much to ask? To be home for Christmas time?

“Oh, darling.” Her mother’s voice is soft and reassuring. She knows. “It’ll be fine. I’m certain that you will get home right in time for Christmas.”

After a brief goodbye, Claire checks the flight schedules again. Her frustration mounts and she begins to pace a circular path for at least ten minutes. Her nerves begin to fail her and she decides a cup of chamomile tea would be just the thing.

“Or better yet, a bottle of red," she speaks out loud filling the void for the room. She may as well take advantage of all this suite has to offer.

Her body relaxes into the lavender-scented bath foam, warming her chilly flesh as the fruity Sauvignon Blanc infuses her mouth. Later spurred by the TV forecast (damn the winter) Claire gets into leggings and oversized, knitted horridness of a sweater (decorated with mistletoes and festive ornaments all over it).  She shortly video chats with Geillis who is hugely disappointed Claire won’t get to the annual work party at the hospital.

“I do hope ye willna waste yer time in New York, a thasgaidh,*” hummed her ginger colleague. “Go to Time Square, Central Park or… Oh, weeeel, ye can go skating! Mebbe ye’ll find some attractive American who’d lay an eye on ye.” Geillis smirked.

Checking the explosion of hair on her head in the mirror, Claire sighed.

“If that attractive American is a pilot that takes me home, I would not mind, just tell me where to find him.” She tried to secure the naughty curls into something that could resemble a bun but eventually giving up.  “I feel like bloody Kevin McCallister,” Claire said as she slid into her boots.

“Weel, just dinna get in trouble with burglars.” Edgars barked a laugh and wished Beauchamp to have fun.

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Claire surely could say that Christmas time in New York must be wonderful. Even though her mood sunk to the lowest level, she became determined to raise her spirits. God, all those books about positivity and visualization her Mum reads out loud to her should have a hint of truth to them. Right?

The streets were decked with glimmering lights and dazzling displays. The chill in the air burned her cheeks and Claire was swept up into the herd of people like a fluffy sheep in her soft white woolly coat.

Roads were covered in a sparkling powder that made a nostalgic crunchy sound under feet. People were dressed in layers of scarves, cardigans, and warm winter coats. Some held onto hot beverages to warm their hands as well as their bodies. Some brave tourists were sporting red noses just like the one of Rudolph the reindeer Claire had seen in a Macy’s display. Everything was bright and festive. All the Christmas lights twinkled and the colourful signboards reflected off the snow. Christmassy music played from the shops displaying their wares touting them as the perfect gifts. The sounds of Christmas could be heard coming from phones and the passing cars. It was everywhere. Claire softly hummed a tune as her feet followed the crowd leading her to Rockefeller Center. When Claire lifted her head, her heart grew tender with childhood memories. She stood right in front of the huge Christmas tree, adorned with all its lights, the star on top causing Claire to get teary-eyed. She literally felt like a movie character standing here now. Glancing at rosy-cheeked, laughing people on the ice rink, she joined the queue.

“To hell with it.” She could make her own Christmas memories here, alone in NYC.

Claire had to admit she underestimated herself, thinking that skating is like riding a bike. But, she found that it most assuredly wasn't. She tried to keep her legs as steady as possible, trying to get used to gliding on the ice. Holding onto the rail, she wobbled around before she braced herself to finally go into the middle, and actually skate.

She surely thought that she looked like a penguin trying to find its friends, as she awkwardly moved around in the crowd. Occasionally, she squealed and even closed her eyes when particularly fast skaters passed her by. The moment Beauchamp thought she had got it, she pushed harder and began to glide on her skates. Before she knew it, she crashed into someone else. Clenching her fists and closing her eyes before her body hit the ice.

“Jesus. H. Roosevelt Christ!”

Falling down on her bottom, surgeon hissed at the burning feeling of her palms meeting the ice.

“Here, let me help ye.”

After no needed pause, Claire opened her eyes, glancing at the owner of the soft burr. The stranger whose hand was stretched out to help, smiled, a pair of blue eyes studying her intently.

“Thanks.” Giving a faint nod, Claire accepted the man’s hand. A swift pull and she was back on her feet, trapped between the arms of this bloody good looking man.

He was handsome from the depth of his cobalt blue eyes to the gentle tilt in his voice. A face with striking features Claire was sure she likely won’t forget. The strong jaw with a shadow of stubble and lips that took the soft shape of a smile. A scent of expensive cologne swirled around him. And the hair of the brightest red she’d ever seen.

“Yer didna hurt yerself, lass?” The man steadied her with both of his hands firmly on her waist.

Claire’s cheeks turned into a lovely shade of pink and she could feel the heat of his touch growing on her skin. Beauchamp dropped her gaze down her feet, mumbling.

“I’m fine. Though it takes some time for the pain to settle in and I can only hope I will be able to walk tomorrow.” She waved her hand in no particular direction but rather in frustration.

The stranger smiled as they awkwardly skated to the rail. Claire glanced at him through her lashes smiling back.

“So yer a Sassenach then.”

“Excuse me?” Claire furrowed her eyebrows, unable to stop looking at him. Damn him, he was attractive.

Her saviour let out a soft laugh.

“Yer English, no?” Besides his remark about her Englishness (Claire figured he was a Scot in mere seconds), his tone was kind. “It means an English person or an outlander.”

“How lovely.” Claire snorted examining her palms.

“I didna mean to offend ye.” He leaned to touch her shoulder gently. It took Claire longer then it should to speak up, the words burning against her dry throat.

“You didn’t.” The surgeon gave him a lopsided smile, stretching out her hand. “I’m Claire. Thanks for saving my arse.”

The Scot barked a laugh and took her hand in his. Claire wasn’t sure if she imagined it or not, but the way his skin felt upon hers gave her the rush of goosebumps all over it. Did he feel it too?

“I’m Jamie. And I’m more than glad to save such a lovely arse.”

What an eejit, he thought to himself. Who says that to a lass ten minutes after meeting her?

He already opened his mouth to give her a stream of apologies but she bit her lip and the bell of laughter warmed his heart. A Dhia, she was lovely.

Jamie had noticed her almost immediately when she entered the rink. That mass of curls that made her look like a fairy that stepped out the Scottish legends. He had to smile at the lass when she tried to skate (and very badly to his own good luck). Jamie watched her for a while when he could catch a glimpse of her absolutely horrid Christmas jumper and her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Her arse did not escape his attention either, perfectly round in those leggings.

As they made their way toward the lockers to gather their belongings, he learned she was from London. A surgeon visiting here for a medical conference. And no, she has never been to Edinburgh.

Catching a glimpse of herself in the window, Claire mentally admitted there were times when she had looked better when a man approached her. She could feel Jamie’s eyes on her back as she did her shoelaces, slowly she brought her head up, eyes locking with his.

The blue oceans met the whisky rivers. Claire wanted to say that she should go, it’s getting dark, and this day had got the better out of her. But instead, she took a step as if an invisible magnet was pulling her towards him. There was a silence that drowned them both into the abyss of unknown but much-needed connection.

“Jamie, I -” Her tongue, feeling like sandpaper, moved ever so slowly.

She felt hypnotized, barely registering that she started to walk the opposite way to the exit. But the next second, she found herself staring at their linked hands and his eyes travelling to her face.

“Wait, Claire.” Jamie wet his lips, the corners curl into an almost apologetic-like smile. “I ken it might be daft as we just met, but would ye do me the honor of joining me for dinner?"

She glanced at him, with eyes warm like a fine aged scotch.

“I would not mind a company.”

“I ken a perfect spot.” His hand on the small of her back, leading out of the crowd.

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Claire was sure the air crackled with electricity or chemistry (or whatever they call it) as she and Jamie walked through the snowy streets of New York. The roads have been only partially plowed and cleaned. Beauchamp found her legs drowned up to the ankles in the fluffy mass. Jamie carried her over the asphalt where the snow began to turn into mushy puddles from the trampling of an endless stream of pedestrian traffic. Claire giggled as he carried her across each puddle, and felt the tips of her ears turn scarlet red.

The distance between them grew closer and closer until eventually, their shoulders were brushing against each other. She had learned that Jamie was born in the area of Inverness. He had a huge family, a sister and a brother which included many nieces and nephews as well. Claire smiled when she noticed his proud tone when he spoke about his father and the particular tenderness when he mentioned his older sister Jenny. Jamie had worked for the last three years in the US and at 34 years old he was a successful entrepreneur.

Claire mentioned the nomadic lifestyle she lived when she was a child. Her parents worked a lot and she had spent two years travelling with her uncle Lamb. She had a best friend, a Scottish lass named Geillis. Beauchamp liked to read and spend time in the garden with her mum. She sadly recounted that she had made the mistake of getting married only to find herself divorced after four months of the young marriage. Her ex-husband’s name was Frank. The memories made her uncomfortable and she did not want to remember more. Jamie did not ask further, only stating he never married.

“And yer telling me ye have no boyfriend?” Fraser’s hand curled over her delicate shoulder, encouraging Claire (to her own delight) to nestle closer against him. It was such a casual move that she had thought she knew Jamie for ages already. The warmth that was radiating from him rooted deep in her belly and was rising up and up, making her ache at the very core of her being.

“Seeing no one.” Claire shook her head, peeking at him through her lashes. “And how is that my fellow Brit is not with a lassie? ”

Jamie made a sound deep from his chest, something typically Scottish she’d gathered.

“I am with a lassie, and a verra bonnie one, I must say, am I not?” He smirked, though his voice was painted with seriousness.

“Flatterer.” Claire dropped her head, pretending her boots were much more interesting than anything else she’d seen. In truth, it was to hide a smile.

Later their hands merged together, fingers entwining. The strangeness and absolute familiarity of their palms fitting together was something neither of them could explain. Everything seemed to be suspended around them causing the time to become disjointed. Finally, they arrived at their destination.

“Highlands NYC?” Claire read out loud the name of the place Jamie had brought her. “Really? Out of all places in New York, you brought me to Highlander bar?”

The tips of Jamie's ears burned, the red matching his hair. Letting a shaky breath, his lips leaned over to her ear.

“Sassenach, ye should experience Scotland to its fullest.”

That moment Beauchamp went weak in her knees. The raspiness in his voice and… God damn, all of him almost forced her to drag Jamie to the nearest toilet and indeed enjoy one of Scotland's sons to his fullest. She did not.

They sat at the bar since all the tables were booked. The barstools migrated as close as possible for Jamie’s fingers to run freely at the expense on her back, sending goosebumps all over the skin. Her knees accidentally touched his. She laughed, loud and infectious at his stories. Throwing her head all the way back, exposing the pale skin on her neck, placing the blue of her veins in full view. The sight made his cock twitch. She laughed heartily, smacking her palm on his thigh when she found his joke particularly funny. Jamie's breath hitched becoming shallow and broken. She licked her lips. Claire slid her hand over the cold glass containing her cocktail. Her movements were deliberate, slow, down and up over the patterned glass mimicking... What did Geillis say about the unconscious signs?

Fraser shifted in his seat, more than ready to suggest they go somewhere where they find their way to each other. The hot air inside the pub and between them made both ache for each other.

But the food arrived distracting them from their lustful thought. They dined on Haggis dressed in whisky butter, and warm quinoa with crispy spiced chickpeas. They laughed and joked, speaking of this and that learning about each other. As the evening wore on, Claire found her heart beating its way out of her ribcage. She leaned in planting a soft kiss on Jamie's cheek fearful of having to whisper words of parting lying on the tip of her tongue. But she found she was not yet ready to say goodbye yet.

“Would ye like me to walk ye to yer hotel?” His voice was hoarse, scented with the whisky he had drunk. Claire leaned into him whispering:

“Yes.”

They hadn’t said goodbye in front of the hotel. Not in the foyer, either. Certainly not in the lift. As they stood in front of each other surrounded by glass cubicle she moved first.

Before he knew it Jamie’s mouth was claimed by hers. Chest heaving and gasping for air, both parted and stared at each other until the lift announced their destination with a soft Ding.

Claire’s hands shook, the room card almost slipping out of her sweaty palms. The second her feet entered the room, Jamie had pulled her closer by the waist. The lengths of the bodies pressing, Claire’s cheeks flaming hot. He breathed heavily as he left a trail of burning kisses down the column of her neck.

“Christ, I want ye.”

Cupping her arse Jamie’s lips traveled up, taking her bottom lip between his. She smiled against his mouth, hands pulling at his nape, closer and closer, until the kiss could actually hurt. She could feel the length of him, hard and ready through his jeans and it made her almost blind with animal-like want.

“Take this off,” Claire whispered pulling at the hem of his shirt. Aching for him became powerful to the point where she could not bother unbuttoning his shirt, Claire just yanked the soft material over his head.

She could swear she heard him growl when her sweater followed the same destination as Jamie’s shirt and landed into the fabric puddle on the floor. No bra in the way, Jamie did not hesitate to kiss his way down Claire’s cleavage, stopping for the thorough exploration of each breast. Her mouth dropped open in a silent plea when his lips captured the nipple. Almost burning with the heat that grew between her thighs and made her belly ache, Claire reached down, to unbuckle his jeans. Tongues danced, lips bitten surely to swell come the morning, teeth raking over the soft skin of the neck. Pulling the leggings with underwear to her ankles Jamie definitely left blueish trails where his fingers pressed. But it was a delicious feeling that bordered with painful pleasure. They stumbled upon the bed, falling into it, a suppressed laugh emerging between their mouths. Gently but firmly Jamie had pushed Claire flat on her back, letting his hand trace the invisible paths all the way from the high hills of her neck, down to the valley between her breasts, the plain expanses of her belly, all the way down to the hidden secrets between her thighs.

She moaned into his lips when his fingers had found her apex between her thighs. His bold caresses drew sighs, moans, and keening that he longed to hear. With the right pace and rhythm he drew those sounds out of her. Claire’s curls flew all over the white pillow. Air! She needed air and began to take deep lungfuls. Writhing as the sweet torture continued, Claire took large fistfuls of linens as an anchor. Arching into his hand, she had lost all the train of coherent thoughts.

“Jamie…” Gasping for air burning hot in her throat, she finally broke into the million atoms finding herself thousands of light-years later, breathing heavily, the sweat trickling down her nape.

“Ye’re so beautiful when ye become undone.” Jamie murmured, lips pressing a soft kiss at her brow.

Still shaking Claire reached between them finding a condom and gladly placed it on him. She’d found herself again in Jamie’s embrace. Still, she kissed him hungrily with the remnants of her own satisfaction yet to fade, asking for more. Jamie did not need much encouragement and with the slightest nod of her head, guided himself into her. The sudden, hot sensation of him made Claire throw her head back. Seized lungs could not produce any coherent sound. As Jamie’s hips moved fast into her, reaching that right spot, again and again, she could only cling to him for dear life. When Jamie’s own breathing became slow and shuddering, it wasn't clear where he began and she ended. The world expanded beyond itself. It grew into a million colourful stars shining brightly around them.

Well into the night, as Claire slept, he drew tender paths with his fingers mapping the lines and valleys of her body.

Later she awoke from her sweet slumber by the quiet rustle next to her. Jamie sat upright, hands roaming on the floor in the search of his underwear and jeans. For some reason, it bitterly stung. Claire slowly brought her hand up, gently touching his back.

“Please stay.”

                                                 🎄  🎄  🎄

Claire was sure it’s all had been a dream. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and in ten minutes her mother will call her downstairs to help start making dinner preparations. The brussels sprouts and mashed potatoes are not going to cook themselves. Her still sleepy mind started registering unusual noisy traffic outside, quite the opposite of the calm London neighbourhood where her parents lived. She turned to her side, eyes still tightly shut. Claire wasn’t sure now if she wanted to open her eyes and find herself home (where she so desperately wanted to be just twenty-four hours ago) or to wake up to the reality of finding one particular Scot next to her?

The mattress felt unfamiliar and too comfy. Her old bed in Beauchamps house surely did not feel that way. Moreover, the heat radiating from her left side was more likely from a person than the furnace. Claire’s eyes snapped open and she had to blink several times to get used to the bright sun, bouncing off the snowy scenery outside.

“Weel, hello to ye, sleeping beauty. I was afraid ye’d been cursed and would never wake.” Jamie rolled onto his belly, propping himself on the elbow. “Though it’s rather a nice sight to observe”

He ran his fingers down the line of Claire’s jaw before leaning in to kiss her.

“So you’re not a dream.” She smiled and pulled the blanket up higher than her waist, suddenly feeling shy. “What’s this?”

Her brows furrowed in confusion as Jamie fished his phone out, nodding to the screen.

“I don’t understand.”

“Ye’re going home, Sassenach.” He chuckled, feeling quite proud that he’d managed to find them both tickets to Edinburgh this evening. Jamie rather never did say out loud the price he paid but the look on Claire’s face was worth much more than that.

“Bloody hell!” She squealed, not believing her eyes. “How can I ever repay you?”

Jamie smiled when her hands wrapped around his neck.

"Love me some more, Sassenach.”

[grand-commandant]

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↕ - A memory that may or may not have happened

For as long as the changeling known as Otto Scaarbach had been part of the Janus Order there have been moments within a glistening career of backstabbing and espionage that felt questionable at best or a downright bane to his existence at worst. Many of the latter fall before his own rise to power so it is more than fair to have one or two of those lingering around the edges though others do not quite have the same luxury applied leaving them in the realms of potential blackmail material should the right ears get wind of them. An example? A human gala that was filled with fine purveyors of information amongst the elites of society who normally tight lipped tended to slip more with a drunken tongue and an event that was also annoyingly insistent on all comers bringing a beau or indulgent friend on their arm. This was to ensure everyone knew someone while they mingled across what formed the estate’s ballroom the host had claimed and because it is so much more difficult to get lost as a pair which led to a very peculiar scenario of his being the plus one to Stricklander.

They had spent a couple evenings together prior purely in the sense of good business to co-ordinate over the guest list for the biggest potential catches and making careful notes of the layout and potential escape routes should things somehow turn ugly because one can never be too prepared. The press were being kept out seeing as it was a private affair meaning any needling would have to be done with exceptional care with anything gathered would need to be committed to memory in case it gave the impression they snuck in. A few gossip rags were poured over for any tidbits that could be used to appear in the know and to avoid putting any feet in the wrong places though to him it only proved how truly vapid these creatures were. Did anybody truly care if a bit of skin was on show? Apparently, if the words were to be believed, the world was meant to be appalled by the idea but he personally did not see the appeal.

He will confess the current higher tier fashions were moderately acceptable and there had certainly been far worse eras to live through than these. They had decided to match cuts as best as they were able given the difference in build and height, one in a deep green while the other in a near navy blue and a brooch in the lapel shaped like mistletoe berries laid over dandelion leaves dipped in gold then scuffed to age them away from new while shoes were worked until they shone to ensure they still met the part expected and a crisp white shirt for chosen for underneath. It felt like in no time at all the grand debut was here where they would be under false names of Steffan and his inspiring business partner Oren. Basic perhaps but it ensured it would be easy enough for themselves to recognise one another and did not clash with any of the old money who always got over friendly with any who shared the same name which would make their jobs a lot harder than needed.

Arriving looking rather dapper if he did say so himself, Otto will not deny the sigh of relief when the ogre at the door waved them through with barely a word eager to keep the queues moving. Through the hallway that seemed designed to funnel them ahead it led to them from being out in the cold night air straight into indulgent pleasures put on someone who knew little of what it was like to ever lift a finger without a servant ready to enact their every whim. The location in question is a treat however, an exquisitely tiled floor with tall flowers of every colour collected in tall vases decorating wherever there was an inset in the wall and waiting staff in front of each closed door to ensure nobody tried to stray before the grand address occurred. The itinerary warned of this one so they like all the other comers were forced to remain linked by the arm until the signal was given that they may do as they please lest it offend their host.

Speaking of, he catches sight out the corner of his eye lording over them all from the staircase with decorated in sparkle laid over peach that trails behind with a cigarette holder deftly held between gloved fingers and hair in the preferred brunette curls. Frankly she looked tasteless even from here and he had no intention to get to know the patron of the hour any better though is polite enough not to voice it. Stricklander motions with his head and quietly guides them to the side lines where it will be easier to keep out the way of the oncoming all the while keeping tabs on things while they wait nodding politely to guests as they go. Manners and charm were always more his forte, if he had no incentive to bother he simply chose not to, given the status of the people here he was even less inclined than usual to act the part.

In minutes that stretched beyond even time’s comprehension the front door is pushed closed with an ominous boom and she claps her hands together for everyone’s attention then allows chance for all eyes to fall on her before she begins to address her willing audience.

“My wonderful friends, dearest acquaintances, associates and guests may I welcome you to the night of festivities,” she begins throwing her hands wide as though to embrace all her admirers at once.

“While I know you look forward to talking amongst yourselves I have a request I would like to make for you all if you would be willing to indulge a personal whim of mine.”

Murmurs begin to break out unsure what the question will be with a jostling of elbows and none too subtle gestures being made in reaction. In a far corner, a door begins to open and people carrying cases of all shapes begin to file in as quietly as they can muster with heads kept down.

“Now now, please do calm yourselves I will ask nothing too grand for you are here on my invitation and would sort of event would it be if I caused such resentment? The true reason I asked for you to come as you are is because I have decided what better bonding moment for us all than for our opening act to be a formal dance with your chosen faithful? It will be a slow waltz specifically I might add and will begin once the band is finishing setting up so I do hope you know how to move best without treading on any toes.”

A Trollish swear is very nearly hissed behind his teeth and even Stricklander in a rare moment of a façade slipping tightens his grip for it being one of exceptionally few eventualities even he hadn’t managed to consider. As if thriving on the discomfort the lady begins to grin pressing her palms together as if delighted to the clatter of chairs being produced making him hate her all the more.

“I look forward to all your efforts, after all I desire only to speak to the best of people and this is such an entertaining way to find out who those will be.”

Otto Scaarbach was not being expected to dance with Walter Strickler, ach it could only have happened once upon a dream.

[magic-miraculous]

Daminette December-- So Close (And Yet So Far), Chapter Six “Tree”

A/N: The “(insert good nickname here)” thing is intentional. You’ll understand at the end.

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The pair spent almost 45 minutes deciding on a movie to watch as they sat on Marinette’s bed (at a respectable distance from each other, of course).

“You’ve never seen a Disney movie?”

“No. Too childish. You’ve never seen Casablanca?”

“Disney is not childish! Animation doesn’t dictate the sophistication level of a film! And no, I’ve never seen that movie. My dad tried to make me watch it but I got bored.”

Damian’s eyes widened. “Bored? That movie is a classic! How could you be bored by it?”

“It just wasn’t my thing. What about a Marvel movie?”

Damian cringed. “No superheroes. We get enough contact with them in Gotham on a daily basis, I don’t need to see more of them on screen.” “Okay, fine.” Marinette paused before suggesting five more movies, all of which Damian rejected. “Wow, you’re hard to please.”

“And you’re uncultured.”

“So are you! Disney is a staple of childhood!”

“Not mine,” Damian replied curtly. He wasn’t sure what else to say: if he told her more about his past, she may change her view of him. If he didn’t say a lot, she’d either be suspicious or pry until they got back to the first scenario. So, he had to lie a bit. “I only watched the classics.”

“Disney is classic too! But fine, no Disney, no heroes. Ooh, what about Murder on the Orient Express?”

“I read the book.”

“Not the point.”

“But I know how it ends.”

“Who cares?” Marinette asked, already queueing up the movie. “It’s a different experience on screen than in a book, and most people watch movies multiple times and enjoy them even when they know the ending. It’s the experience that makes it good.”

Damian sighed. “I guess you have a point, Dupain-Cheng.”

“You know you can call me by my given name, right? You’ve done it before.”

“I didn’t want to.”

“Why not?”

“Does there have to be a reason?”

“There must be one for calling someone something, even if it’s really silly. Like how everyone, including you, calls Felix ‘Sparrow’.”

“Fine. I’ll think of a nickname for you. Are you happy now?”

“Yes. Yes I am,” Marinette responded before pressing ‘play’. “Now shush, and watch the movie.”

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Damian, as he said, already knew the ending, but Marinette had no clue what was going to happen. He honestly found it funny watching her reaction to who really was the killer, but he hid his smirk in the shadows of the dark room.

He was paying less attention to the plot than the cinematography and dialogue. One line stood out to him in particular.

“He is touched by angels,” the Countess told Detective Poirot. “I've been shoved by passion and hard work to become adequate.”

Angel. That would work.

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It was almost two in the morning when Damian and Marinette finally realized they should probably get some sleep. Sure, it would still be the weekend tomorrow, but the secret heroes both knew they needed to rest occasionally.

“Just text me when you get back, okay? Just so I know you’re safe,” Marinette told Damian as they stood at the door of her dorm building, the cold air almost making their breath visible.

“Yes, Angel,” Damian replied, putting up the collar on the coat Marinette loaned him (one that, to his surprise, fit him perfectly) and taking a step into the dark night.

Marinette laughed. “Angel, huh? That’s what you decided on?”

Damian nodded. “Yes. Like the movie. ‘Touched by angels.’ I personally think it suits you.”

“Fine. I approve. I’ll have to think of a nickname for you too, though,” she told him. “But that’s for later. Go get some sleep.”

“Yes, Angel,” he replied. They waved at each other, and Damian started to walk away. He had only taken a few steps when Marinette called out to him again.

“Damian?”

Damian turned around. “Yes?”

“You were about to walk into a tree,” she said, pointing at a low branch behind him.

He turned around and scoffed. “I wouldn’t have walked into that.”

“Better safe than sorry, right?”

“I guess so,” Damian admitted. He ducked under the branch and turned to wave at Marinette one more time. “Good night, Angel.”

“Good night!”

And with that, they both walked away.

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BONUS:

Damian (2:17 a.m.): I am back in my dorm. Good night.

Marinette (2:18 a.m.): Good night

Marinette (2:18 a.m): (insert good nickname here)

Damian (2:19 a.m.): I’m sure you will think of one. Get some sleep.

Marinette (2:19 a.m.): I will. You too

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Hi everyone! I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. Unfortunately, it is the last one I’ll be able to write on time. I have finals coming up this week and a few papers I need to write, so I won’t have as much time to work on this. But, fear not! After finals, I’ll continue writing. Updates just won’t be as frequent. The story definitely won’t be done by December 31st, especially because some of those last few chapters (which I’ve already plotted for a change) are going to be super long (I’m looking at you, ‘Childhood friends AU’ and ‘Mistletoe’).

I’m so glad so many people like the story, and I hope you’ll still stick with reading even when updates are less frequent! :)

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COMING UP NEXT: Chapter 7 “Dancing AU”

[lifeinahole27]

Fic Bits 2019

Well, this is a little later than I usually post these, but I’m sure we can all agree that it’s been a hell of a year already. All posted in one go because I had a lot of trouble writing during this last round and did the absolute best I could. I hope you all enjoy!!

Included in this pack:

“Scream and Shout” - Emma wants to find out if mindreading is real. 

“A Regular Pair of Grinches” - They’re mostly impartial to each other, but their friends want them to be more than that. 

Lethologica: Behind the Scenes - Conversations that happen when our lovers aren’t around. 

My Eyes, They Speak for Me: The continuation I always wanted to write but never did.

On the Two: A Peek into the Future - So fluffy and sweet it’ll make your teeth rot.

“A Long Time Coming” - Every year, I write a Frozen Jewel bit for @xpumpkindumplingx because I love her and I know how much she loves them. This year was no different. Sprinkles of CS included so it can be enjoyed by all!

“Scream and Shout”

It’s not that she really believes in the supernatural powers that people claim to have. There’s no definitive proof. People go on talk shows and spout stories but the most they do is a “demonstration” that could easily be some rehearsed nonsense that she chooses to reject as reality.

But the strangest thing keeps happening at work. In the bullpen in her office, she keeps a running monologue of jokes or comments, things she thinks to herself but doesn’t say out loud to anyone because the last thing she wants or needs is HR on her ass. Twice now she’s noticed after particularly amusing comments to herself, she’s heard chuckling across the way. But it has to be a coincidence. She doesn’t believe in telepathy. Doesn’t believe in any of this stuff.

But just for fun, she starts to keep track of the timing. She keeps track of who’s in the room when it happens. And she decides to test some theories. She tries talking to whoever may be listening, but there’s no answer. She tries thinking numbers to see if anyone gets frustrated or loses their concentration.

Finally, she’s standing at the water cooler one day and she goes for the big one: in her mind, she screams as loud as she can –

And there it is. Killian flinches. Killian. The man she’s had an office crush on since he started working here three months ago.

But how can she get him to admit it?

It’s not like she can just walk up to him and ask if he’s a telepath – not without sounding rude, or admitting that she was the one that just screamed in his head. So she bides her time and tries to put it behind her.

It isn’t until one day when they’re getting ready to leave that she has a chance to prove it. They’re the last ones in the office, so Emma starts asking Killian to bring her something from his side of the office.

“Sure, Swan. Do you need the hole-punch as well?”

When he looks around, Emma is nowhere to be seen. His shoulders slump, and he sighs.

“Fine. I’m sorry. I swear I don’t do it all the time, but you come in loud and clear in my head for some reason.”

Emma steps out from around the wall she was hiding behind on the other side of the room. “Why’s that?”

“Probably because I’ve fancied you since the first time I saw you,” he says, pausing and rubbing a spot behind his ear. “Well, when you stopped yelling at me for queueing before you in the copy line.”

“Can you hear me all the time?”

“No. I actively try not to listen, but when I’m not listening to music while working, your comments and jokes come out loud and clear above the rest of our coworkers.”

She wanders a little closer, propping against the cubicle wall as he drops back into his chair. “That sounds awful, actually.”

“Not when it’s you,” he admits quietly, chancing a look up at her. “But only when you aren’t screaming.”

It’s Emma’s turn to look sheepish for once.  “Sorry. I just… I needed to find the proof.”

“Please forget I ever asked if the answer is no, but would you like to grab coffee? You could pick my brain… so to speak.”

For once, Emma takes the chance and says yes.

After a year of dating, he still sometimes listens to her thoughts, but this time he has her permission. At least he gets it loud and clear when she starts hinting that he should propose.

The ring is just as she imagined and everything.

-x-

“A Regular Pair of Grinches”

They’re not really friends – not in a traditional way, anyway. They met through mutual friends and were always the solo ones, so they had to form a friendship so their friends would stop trying to shack them up with each other.

It’s only at mutual functions that they see each other, though, never going out of the way to see each other beyond what their friends put together and invite them to.

During the Christmas party, they get sick of everyone trying to line them up under the mistletoe. Emma is the one that suggests the heist, and Killian goes right along with the plan. When everyone else is occupied with a story that Emma is telling them, he reaches up and snags the little sprig and shoves it in his pocket.

Twelve minutes later (they timed it, after all) Snow realizes her precious little plan has come undone.

Of course, everyone immediately realizes it was Emma and Killian, and they’re soon banished to another room for being general Grinches during the season.

“Maybe if they hadn’t tried this like a million times,” Emma grouses as she flops onto the couch in their “prison.”

“For some reason, Swan, we’re the only ones that seem to realize we are adults with agency and we can choose to do whatever we’d like.”

“Hell yeah we are!” At this statement, Emma produces a bottle of rum from where she’d stashed it away earlier.

“Have I ever told you that I adore you?” Killian asks as he reaches for the bottle.

“Not everyone can be this pretty and a genius. You’re welcome.”

It’s somewhere after the fourth shot that they end up next to each other on the couch, with Emma’s legs thrown over Killian’s lap and his hand gently resting on one of her shins.

It’s after the sixth shot that they end up snuggled together spooning on the – admittedly, very comfortable – couch.

It’s when they wake up that Killian digs the mistletoe out of his pocket and stares at it in the dim light of morning.

And it’s when Emma wakes up and sees him holding it above their heads that she reacts, turning his face towards hers and kissing him with everything she’s got.

They’ve both got morning breath and she’s sure her makeup is fucked up beyond repair, but the way he’s holding her makes her feel… cherished. She’s not sure she’s ever felt that way before.

When they break apart, they’re both smiling. This is normally where Emma would run, but there’s something about it being Killian that stops her from doing that.

It’s only later that they realize that they were covered with a blanket, realizing Snow must’ve come in and tucked them in at some point.

Sure enough, she looks like a cat that got the cream when they finally make it in for breakfast.

The next time they share a bed, it’s actually a bed, and there are a lot less clothes involved.

They’re not really friends – they’re more like… lovers.

-x-

Lethologica: Behind the Scenes

Of course everyone knows long before the wedding where Emma and Killian blatantly make out in the middle of the reception hall. This stems from Mary Margaret and Ruby speculating over their girl-date coffees one day.

Ruby asks pretty early on: “Have you noticed anything weird about Emma and Killian?”

“Oh, thank god I’m not the only one,” Mary Margaret breathes out, making sure to lower her voice as she continues. “I think they’re sneaking around behind our backs.”

“How long?”

“So Killian came to the diner one day with this look and Emma was too smug about something.”

“They’ve been a lot more affectionate on nights out. They hide it really well but they’re almost always touching.”

“Didn’t they always touch before?”

“It has a different feel to it, Mary Margaret. Can’t you see it?”

“I can see it. But do you think they can see it?”

They stare at each other for a solid ten seconds before they both burst out laughing, thankful for the secluded corner of the little coffee house they go to when they don’t want to go to Granny’s.

“Nope,” Ruby says.

“Not a chance. How long do you think before they realize they’re in love?”

“No clue, but it’ll probably take something small to push them over the edge. They’re really just…” she trails off, seeing David approaching and knowing that he doesn’t need to know anything about this yet. “A couple of potatoes with the recipe.”

“What?”

“You making something new for dinner?” David asks as he leans down and places a kiss to the crown of Mary Margaret’s head.

“Oh! Uh, yeah. Ruby was telling me about this… potato recipe.”

“I love potatoes. Twice baked?”

“Probably by now,” Ruby mutters, causing Mary Margaret to choke on the sip of her coffee.

“Something like that. You’ll see tonight,” she says when she clears her airway. Since Ruby is already occupied on her phone, Mary Margaret can only assume that she’s trying to find interesting potato dishes to send along.

After witnessing the clear intimacy between Emma and Killian at the dining out, Ruby sends Mary Margaret a text message.

“THE POTATOES ARE MASHED! I REPEAT! THE POTATOES ARE MASHED!!”

“I JUST GOT ENGAGED!!” comes the reply right after, which causes an entirely different freak-out in Ruby.

The night ends, and as Ruby and Mulan head back to their room, Ruby holds on to Mulan’s hand tightly.

“David and Mary Margaret got engaged tonight,” Ruby says quietly in the stillness of the hallway. “And we now have proof that Emma and Killian are together.”

“Everyone is going to get hurt when the orders become official,” Mulan says, keying into their room and closing the door firmly behind Ruby.

Ruby turns and kicks off her shoes, but Mulan is right behind her, spinning her and resting her cheek against her girlfriend’s shoulder.

“You’ll help him get through the deployment, yeah?”

“You know I will,” Ruby responds, wrapping her arms around Mulan and already planning how to tackle this next hurdle in all their lives.

-x-

My Eyes, They Speak for Me: After

Returning to Storybrooke is not exactly the weirdest thing that’s happened in her life lately. She did defeat her ex-boyfriend after he turned into a flying monkey, after all.

No, the only thing that makes their return weird is the fact that she and Killian are dating.

That she has to explain to her parents that she and Captain Hook have formed a bond that she never even thought possible. Especially not after everything she’s been through in her life.

But here they are, entering the town, with Henry oblivious to the weight hovering over the adults in the front seat. Emma holds onto Killian’s prosthetic hand like it’ll make everything better. She doesn’t even know if her parents are going to remember her.

Thankfully, they do.

Everyone remembers everything that happened before Pan’s curse. But there’s a whole missing year. All they knew is for the last couple months they’ve been here, still trying to figure out what happened, unable to find out in any way if Emma was alive and okay, and just… stuck in limbo.

Also, her mother is very pregnant. Like, about to burst pregnant. And has a creepy midwife with fiery red hair and a weird personality. Like some kind of twisted Mary Poppins.

Emma’s the first one to figure out that she’s the Wicked Witch. She did not anticipate the whole angle where Zelena is Regina’s sister, but she can appreciate the fact that she never thought the family tree around here would get more fucked up.

She has a thought several times while they’re trying to track down this crazy witch that she should just take Henry and Killian and high-tail it back to NYC. And she and Killian actually argue about it at one point, because she is convinced that after this is all over she just wants a normal life with her son and her boyfriend.

That’s not so much to ask, is it?

But then she’d have to leave her parents behind, and when it becomes clear that Zelena is after the newborn that is expected soon, Emma decides she can’t leave.

And then the whole Neal incident happens and that is a lot to take in, and try to explain to Henry who still doesn’t have his memories back.

When Zelena is finally locked away in a cell in the psychiatric ward, and after they’ve taken the time to officially lay Neal to rest, Emma sits down with Henry. Thankfully, Regina finally came through with a memory potion, so it makes it all a little easier, but Emma still has to talk to him about what losing his father for real this time means, and how they’re going to move forward.

It turns out when there are flying monkeys and another story come to life, it’s easy to explain to your parents that you’re dating a pirate. And while eventually she’d like to get her own place (story of her life) she does give up the bigger room at Granny’s in favor of moving into a smaller one with Killian.

Just for now.

They do have all the time in the world to get to the next step.

Until a portal opens up where their final battle with Zelena took place and she and Killian are the ones to check it out…

-x-

On The Two: A Peek into the Future

Five years later, they’re married and move home to Storybrooke after they have a beautiful daughter that they name after the camp. Emma and Ruby have both moved on from dancing at the hotel to pursue other interests.

Emma has gone back to teaching. She gives lessons in Storybrooke to locals and tourists, and still teaches every summer at Camp Hope.

Killian is also teaching, on top of his general maintenance jobs with David. He went back for certifications to teach classes on managing addictions, specifically an unhealthy relationship with alcohol, and he also talks with amputees and their friends and loved ones about how to cope with the loss of a limb.

He and Emma do a schedule of week on/week off at camp so that Hope is with one of them as often as possible.

Sometimes, they both stay home for a week with David and Snow’s son, Leo, and they contemplate having another of their own as they watch Hope playing and exploring – they’d love to see what she would do with a sibling of her own. Mostly they haven’t yet because they know they’ll officially have to give up the loft in order to live comfortably.

Other weeks, David and Snow take both the kids and Emma and Killian stay at the campsite.

They use those weeks to pretend they aren’t actively trying for another baby but there’s still a trill to sneaking out on the back balcony of the Owners’ Lodge, making love with the sight of the horizon and the ocean as their passion ebbs and flows.

Emma sometimes still can’t believe how her life has come together.

She wakes early one morning to the soft strains of a song they’ve used for the Waltz before, and she eases out of the bed upstairs, careful not to make a single noise so she can see what her husband is up to.

He’s standing in the middle of the floor on the other side of the breakfast bar, Hope in his arms, gliding through the steps and dramatically dipping Hope to her obvious delight.

She’s so happy that she lets out a high-pitched giggle, pressing her little hands to Killian’s cheeks.

He laughs quietly, bracing her against his body with his other arm so he can hold his finger to his lips to remind her to stay quiet.

As quietly as she can, she slips back to the bed to get her phone off the charger, crawling back over to brace under the handrail to take video of the two of them.

When the song ends, she locks her phone and stands up to applaud, even giving a little whistle of appreciation.

“Your mum’s awake, little love.”

“And she’s pregnant,” Emma says, probably far too bluntly since she actually hears Killian’s neck crack with how swiftly he turns his head to look up at her.

“Aye?”

“Yep. Calling the doctor today to confirm it. But yeah.”

“Why don’t we go into the kitchen to make your mum a perfect breakfast, hmm?” He turns to look up at her again, making sure their eyes are locked. “I love you,” he tells her, heart in his expression.

“I love you, too,” she says back, quietly, and while Hope has no idea what’s even being said, she goes off on a string of “la la la” to tell them each she loves them.

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“A Long Time Coming” 

There’s a camaraderie that comes from having rich guardians that want nothing to do with you, and that’s what the Arendelle sisters and the Jones brothers find out after their first Christmas in the Alps.

Elsa is sixteen when she and Killian discover that with their combined efforts, they can raise havoc at the ski resort. From that point on they are BFFs.

Three years of their antics go by quickly, and the staff at the lodge becomes their family more than Brennan Jones or Ingrid ever could be.

Liam is a constant wise source of guidance. Anna is always the annoying little sister. Killian wears his heart on his sleeve at all times. Elsa… has a problem.

She has a ridiculous, unquenchable crush on Liam. When she was 17 it was just a silly little thing, but by the time she’s 20, it’s no longer “just” anything. But the seven year age gap makes her think that Liam probably thinks of her as more as a little sister than anything else.

The years pass and they grow, year by year, milestone by milestone. Killian is Kristof’s best man at his and Anna’s wedding. Elsa is the one that almost literally drops Emma in Killian’s lap when she sees the potential they could have together. Year after year, though, things are never in line for her own love life.

She dates, with mixed results, but there’s no spark that makes them last.

Over the course of ten years, they all bounce around each other. They handle love and disasters, heartbreak and celebrations. And still Elsa feels like she’s just a satellite around Liam at some of these events. She only really ever sees him during the holidays unless there’s a big event in their lives, so at least she has those times to look forward to. But mostly it’s to watch from afar as they each dwell in their own relationships.

She’s single when he’s not, he’s single when she’s not.

And then she turns twenty-eight. And she’s single. And he’s single. And they’re in the same place at the same time which is all feeling a lot like a miracle when she can’t remember the last time this even happened. And someone has posted mistletoe in the entrance of their cabin this year.

She’s pretty sure it was Killian, because he’s getting ready to propose to Emma and they’re adorably (if not sickeningly) in love.

On a return trip from the main lodge to grab dinner for everyone, she finds the cabin empty… or at least so it seems. Because Liam is waiting to help her bring in the food. He’s standing in the doorway.

Directly beneath the mistletoe.

She doesn’t know which one goes for it first, but the food gets left on the entryway table while they make out beneath a dumb piece of greenery.

It’s Emma that finds them snuggled on the couch about a half hour later, with Liam planting a small, gentle kiss on her lips. Her smile is self-satisfied, and knowing, and she subtly ushers everyone else out of the room to eat their dinners and leave Elsa and Liam in peace.

It’s Killian later on who tells her that Liam’s had eyes for her for years. But the timing was never right.

So the mistletoe was definitely planted by him, but intended for Liam and Elsa.

The next year they go, there’s a shiny ring on Emma’s finger, Anna announces she and Kristof are expecting, and Elsa and Liam celebrate their anniversary.

All in all, while they all have tragedy in their pasts, they turn out right where they need to be.