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Faking Yulemas — Part 4: Dear Santa… I Can Explain

For 12 Days of Rowaelin

Prompt: Yulemas Lights

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I know it’s very rude of me to only post this now, I promise I was not planning to wait that long. I hope you have fun with this fic’s closure!

Warnings: NSFW, language, drinking, mentions of inappropriate intimate tattoos

Word count: 5,5k (oops?)

“Tell me about your parents.”

Rowan hummed, thoughtful. “Dad’s a pretty laid-back guy, but mom keeps him in line. She’s the strict one, I take after her.” A tilt of his head. “I once read online that’s reason why I overthink, but I don’t think they traumatized me that much. Just the normal amount.” He looked at her dead in the eye. “I definitely don’t have daddy issues.”

Chuckling, Aelin elbowed his side. “You’re not helping.”

He deftly gripped her attacking elbow and stroked it with his thumb, his eyes filled with something she couldn’t quite decipher. “You don’t need to think too hard on it, they’ll be mushy just by knowing you drove all the way here to buy them something.”

Aelin sighed and nodded. She didn’t prepare that much back in Doranelle to this, but now that she’d met the Whitethorns, she wanted to get them a Yulemas present. The hardest part was buying something nice on Yulemas Eve Eve that would fit her student budget, but she’d manage.

Their excuse to come downtown Mistward was so Aelin could get to know the city, and it wasn’t that much of a lie. With streets filled with stores decorated for the holidays, it was a sight. There were people going in all directions, probably late with the gift shopping too. There was also a Santa on a white, wheeled vehicle pulled by a horse that was going around the shopping area. She assumed it was supposed to be Santa Claus in a one horse open sleigh, but she decided to not pick on this poor attempt at Santa. Let them live their inaccurate holiday joy.

“Are you sure you’re not cold?” Rowan gave her a pointed look. “I can get that extra jacket on the car.”

Aelin looked down at her red sundress that had an open back and spaghetti straps, frowning. She was fine. Not one arm hair out of place. In the meanwhile, he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and pants, and she also didn’t miss how his Adam’s apple bobbed before his eyes snapped back to hers.

Interesting.

“Remind me to never take you to Terrasen in the winter,” she snickered. God, Rowan wouldn’t survive a day in knee-deep snow.

His eyes lit up. “That means you’ll take me there in the summer, then?”

“I need enough money to get back there myself first.” Aelin walked ahead of him a little, towards a storefront, so he wouldn’t see her flush. That really sounded like an invitation, didn’t it? And she hoped what she’d just said didn’t sound too much like a dismissal. Truth was, she was confused.

They were fake dating, that was a fact. However, her feelings about Rowan changed a lot since her first day in Mistward. They settled the deal before those piano lessons together. And getting acquainted with his family. Watching him drag Enda’s kids on a sled with the mower did its trick too. And honestly? Aelin wasn’t above the emotional consequences of cuddling at night.

She took a deep breath and stopped pretending that storefroent was interesting, focusing back on Rowan.

He was gazing at her already, a soft look on his eyes.

She was so screwed.

˜˜

After finding a nice gift for his parents, Rowan insisted on having dinner at this fancy pasta place.

The best part of it? The wine.

Aelin was currently explaining to Rowan what only three people in the world knew: the complete chain of events that led her to start a dating hiatus.

“It’s hard to find so many suitable one-night stands, but I had just broken up with Chaol, so I wanted something casually serious. So this guy, Sam… well, he made a family on The Sims with me.”

Rowan frowned. “That’s creepy.”

She sighed. “I know, but I thought it was cute at the time. Anyway. Since we were already married on his game, you’d think he wanted something serious, right?”

He tilted his head. “Right…”

“Wrong!” Aelin yelled, and then looked around, giggling and a bit embarrassed. This wasn’t the kind of restaurant it was okay to be screaming at, but she was blaming the wine. “When I mentioned that we were in a situationship, he said the label was too much.” Sweeping her arms, she forgot once more about keeping a low profile.

Rowan was quietly chuckling at her antics when the food came.

Could it even be called food?

The plate itself reminded her of a Victorian hat with a particularly wide brim. Only for the ladies who liked to be a little extra. She could even imagine some lady called Edith or Cecily pulling this off effortlessly. The border of the plate went for what felt like miles, and after a lot of what seemed like a waste of space in a dishwasher, there was a small depression. The bottom and center of the plate had a small portion of spaghetti cocooned, as wide as her palm if she was lucky.

Looking at Rowan, he seemed to be at loss too. Aelin didn’t know much about his dining habits, but she knew damn well that a portion that size wasn’t enough to grow the kind of muscles he had. Finally looking at her in the eye, he seemed to apologize with his own when she shook her head and smiled. She wasn’t going to complain about being brought to a nice date in a fancy restaurant downtown.

Wait.

Was this a date?

“So Sam was the final nail in the coffin?” Rowan prompted, wanting to know which date was bad enough to make her want to go celibate for a year.

“No, that would be Archer.” He sat back and sipped his wine, waiting. Aelin took a deep breath, steeling herself. “He would always ask me when I’d give him a chance, but I never took him seriously. He was just that kind of guy no one takes seriously, but the bar was so low that I did.”

“It’s really hard to believe that you, of all people, were struggling so much to date.”

Aelin just groaned in response.

“Anyway,” she continued, “The date was fun, and I think he even put in some effort… for his standards. The problem was his tattoo.”

Aelin didn’t miss the way Rowan quickly glanced at his tattooed arm while she said it.

“He had an intimate tattoo,” she explained, followed by a dramatic pause. “Of Pinocchio.”

Rowan blinked, then his eyes slowly widened with the realization of what she was implying, and he seemed to be so surprised they spoke at the same time:

“Please don’t tell me the nose was—”

“And Pinocchio’s nose was—”

Aelin somberly nodded.

Rowan took a sip of his wine. “But did you…” He cleared his throat. “Did you?”

She gaped. “I would never sit on Pinocchio’s nose.”

He nodded, looked at his food and took a swig of his wine before resuming his dinner. Aelin wondered if she ruined it by mentioning another man’s dick tat, but he looked up at her with a resolved look on his face.

“You do realize that the amount of guys with inappropriate tattoos or virtual families with you isn’t that big, right?”

Aelin didn’t like his tone. She leaned away from Rowan on her chair and asked a little too defensive, “Your point is?”

Truth was, Aelin didn’t get that much annoyed when people would question her dating hiatus. She’d usually just wait until their speech was over and let it go. But for some reason, all those speeches she shrugged off for months were coming back to haunt her during this vacation. Did she give up too soon? Was she wasting her youth on this? Having her celibacy questioned by Rowan struck a nerve, Aelin just had to find out why.

“Sometimes people are so focused on what’s happening directly to them, they forget to look around for better options.”

Her mouth opened and closed before she found the words “I did look around! The view was terrible.”

Scratching the back of his neck, Rowan tried to rephrase it. “I was actually telling you to consider possibilities you haven’t thought of before.”

“You’re telling me to try girls?” Her mouth fell open. It wasn’t a bad idea, she just wasn’t expecting that suggestion.

Looking tired from trying to explain himself, Rowan sighed. “When’s your hiatus ending?”

“On March 3rd.”

He sipped his wine. “Noted.”

Aelin blinked. “What?”

She would not think too much on this. She would not think about this while holding him tonight.

He leaned back on his seat and shrugged. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

˜˜

Rowan was motionless, staring at the car like he was reading its soul. Or like someone had just dropped the keys in the river and he stood there, watching it fall into the bottom. Considering it was Rowan, any other thing would make it easier to drive than the situation they were currently in.

Drunk.

Actually, they weren’t drunk. Tipsy sounds more fitting. Maybe somewhere between these two?

Aelin checked her watch. There was still time to catch a train. Maeve’s house had a really difficult access, though, so she’d need someone to pick them up at the station.

“I’m calling Sellene,” Aelin broke the silence.

That was enough to make Rowan fall out of his trance. “Absolutely not!” He ran a hand through his head. “She’ll mock us to death.”

Aelin’s smile was so big she could swear the corners of Rowan’s mouth tilted up. “She’ll mock you to death! Sel loves me.”

Sellene answered the phone before Rowan could make an argument out of this.

“What the fuck are you two still doing downtown?” Her friend’s voice boomed before anyone could even say hello.

“Honey, langua— oh, hi, Aelin!” Uncle Ellys showed up smiling behind Sellene.

Aelin quickly explained their drunken situation and asked her to pick them up at the train station closest to the family’s house, and Rowan stayed curiously silent the whole time. It probably had something to do with the mischievous glint that grew in Sellene’s eyes every sentence, which reached its peak when Uncle Ellys furrowed his eyebrows and suggested, “Why don’t you two stay at a hotel and drive back in the morning? That way no one needs to get the car back on Yulemas Eve.”

Sel’s smile was so big she looked like a maniac. “That’s a great idea, dad!”

The little bitch.

She knew damn well Aelin wasn’t actually dating Rowan.

This was going to be so awkward.

Rowan cleared his throat. “I’m not sure this is a good—“

“I think it’s perfect, Ro.”

He continued, glaring this time. “I didn’t bring anything to spend the night. I have no clothes, no toiletries—“

“Good to know we’ve got it settled then!” Unaffected, Sellene’s grin was so smug it was annoying. “If it isn’t my favorite couple.”

Ellys frowned. “I thought it was Marceline and Princess Bubblegum, Dear.”

“I guess you’re right.” She let out a dramatic sigh. “Anyway, bye!” Sellene sing-sang.

”Sellene, don’t—“ Rowan shouted, but it was too late.

She had already hung up on them.

Rowan sighed, and Aelin pocketed her phone, leaning her back in the car to think. They were already sharing a bed anyway, staying at a hotel for the night wouldn’t be that bad. It’d be almost the same, right?

Rowan didn’t think so, apparently.

“I’m gonna try my parents,” he finally said.

“Okay.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

“But don’t you think it’s weird?” Aelin said before he hit the call button.

His thumb hovered above the screen for a moment, then he carefully asked, “What would be weird?”

“Refusing to spend the night away. We’re supposed to be dating, remember?”

He locked his phone and leaned on the car as well, arms crossed. “I’d never spend the night with my girlfriend without clean clothes and a toothbrush.”

“The only one you’d need out of those two is very easy to buy,” she snickered. “Besides, you can’t ask your mom to rescue you. You should be flattered for the opportunity to spend the night with me.”

“I am.”

The yellow streetlights didn’t help, but Aelin could see Rowan’s cheeks turning a shade pinker. Cute, she marveled.

“Besides,” he continued, “We usually need all hands on deck during Yulemas Eve. I’ll waste too much time coming back here tomorrow to get the car.”

She tilted her head. “It’ll be a nuisance.”

“A big one.”

Aelin grinned. “And we can’t let that happen.”

He shook his head, lips tugging up. “Absolutely not.”

“So which hotel are we picking?”

“The closest one.”

Her shoulders dropped. “Oh. Sure.”

Rowan was a practical person. Of course he’d pick the closest one. And there was no reason for her to hope for another hotel, since this decision had been purely practical.

Something about her expression gave her away. He bumped her shoulder. “I’m open to suggestions, though.”

“I don’t have suggestions, I’ve never been here.” She bumped his shoulder back. “I just thought we were choosing together, that’s all.”

He raised his eyebrows, silently asking her to continue.

“For example, I like it when they have those huge breakfast buffets. With…” she shrugged, a playful grin forming on her lips. “Bread, fruit, yoghurt…”

Rowan crossed his arms, smiling. “Only bread, fruit and yoghurt?”

His teasing hadn’t been that funny, but Aelin cackled anyway. “Well, I’m not gonna complain if they also happen to have cake and chocolate croissant.”

“Okay…” he focused on his phone for a moment, the corners of his lips still crinkling with amusement, then guided them forward by placing a hand on her back. “Google Maps tells me there’s a store close by, and you can tell me what kind of hotels you like while I buy some toiletries to survive the night.”

The small shopping became a little more, and that’s how they ended up in a hotel room’s balcony, a plastic bag with the essentials waiting inside while they ate hot dogs and shared a bottle of wine, no glasses. They blamed this second dinner on the fancy restaurant with miniature portions, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“This hot dog is so much better than the ones I make.”

Rowan held a finger up, asking for a moment while he finished this bite, and asked, “You cook?”

A smirk just for him. “I don’t. That’s why this is better.”

They both chuckled, Rowan’s eyes glinting while he looked at her in such a way that made her question if tonight’s food was upsetting her stomach. She looked away. “I had to learn for Sellene’s birthday, though.”

“That’s right.” He straightened his posture, recognition in his eyes. “You were so busy, I forgot you were in charge of the food too.”

“I was in charge of everything after Sel’s third beer.” She rolled her eyes playfully. Sellene was such a traitorous bitch. Aelin loved her to death. “That’s why I didn’t pay much attention to the guests, I think.”

Also because she was dating Chaol at the time. But dear Mala, it felt like a waste not properly meeting Rowan that day. The longer she got to know him, the strongest she felt about that party and the 11 months that followed suit.

He chugged wine for the longest time that night before he said, “I had intentions of making myself known once you were free.”

Aelin was too distracted by his mouth on that bottle, but her heart stopped when it finally clicked.

“Really?” She looked deep into his eyes, looking for an answer that went beyond his words.

He nodded. “Really.”

She took the bottle from his hand. It was her time to have some wine.

“It would’ve been nice.”

He didn’t need to answer that. And they both also knew what stopped him that day: Aelin’s boyfriend arriving mid-party.

Still, there was no controlling that bubbly, sparkly feeling inside her that only grew the more she thought about that.

Rowan was ready to hit on her when they first met. Isn’t that the most romantic thing?

For some reason, this time Aelin didn’t feel like shying away from whatever was happening. Just let herself feel, even though she was trying really hard to understand those feelings. She didn’t know how to continue this conversation, though.

“I thought I’d never face a hot dog after Sellene’s birthday party,” she added between bites. The amount of research and preparation Aelin did for that night was crazy. She never knew there’s so much to the art of hot dogs.

“They were a little traumatizing, yes.”

“That’s not what I meant!” She chided in mock offense while handing the bottle to that rude fake boyfriend of hers.

“I’m letting you blame the sausage’s bad quality if you want.”

“I don’t know…” Aelin leaned back on her chair. Her research included which ingredients to buy, it’d end up being her fault too. “I kinda became a sausage specialist for that party—“

She was interrupted by the blaring sound of Rowan gagging and heaving. He had a shocked look on his face, widened eyes aimed at her while he clutched the base of his neck. There was a little wine running down his nose and mouth, and that was probably from the choking.

Aelin dropped her things and started gently stroking his shoulders, even though she knew this wouldn’t actually help. She was somewhere between wanting to soothe him and feeling a little embarrassed after accidentaly making a sexual innuendo so bad Rowan almost choked to death. Literally. Would it be selfish to hope his choking didn’t let him notice the flush on her cheeks?

“That’s embarrassing,” he said a few moments later.

Aelin had already a tissue on her hand when she replied, “You know, you look kinda cute with a wine mustache.”

He snorted, and that little gush of air directly on her fingers weirdly sent goosebumps—

No.

This was supposed to be just about Aelin’s imagination running wild because of Rowan’s irresistibleness. There was no way she…

Aelin removed her hand and gazed at at Rowan. His straight nose and cheekbones had a natural glow from the moonlight. His eyes were gleaming while he looked back at her, and something told her it couldn’t be due to any Yulemas lights that twinkled around them. Mistward was beautiful today, but not nearly as much as that reserved man who had fire in his eyes when he looked at her.

There were so many things she felt like doing while looking at him, but at the same time she didn’t want to change anything at all. Aelin wanted to be in this exact moment forever. With him.

Wine out his nose and all.

Something dawned on her, and Aelin’s eyes widened with the realization.

“Oh my God,” she blurted, her eyes slowly searching his.

“What?” Rowan was still a little hazy.

When their gaze finally settled on each other’s, she quietly confided, “I think I like you.”

Aelin would do everything in her possession to never forget how his face slowly lit up as he processed what she’d said, his confused expression giving away space for him to show her a blinding smile.

He didn’t say anything, though.

At first he just cradled her face, tender strokes on her jaw making her head tilt up while he seemed lost somewhere between her eyes and her lips.

Why was it suddenly so hard to breathe?

She could see his tongue‘s quickly appear between his lips, wetting them as their faces slowly came together.

Way too slowly.

Impatient, Aelin cradled his face with both hands and closed the distance at once, pressing their lips together. And as soon as she initiated it, his touch seemed as urgent as hers.

Rowan’s hands roamed through her face, neck, shoulders, until they found her waist and pulled her as close as one physically could, making her fall on his lap. With her neck in his mouth’s direction, Rowan decided to take advantage of that. He pecked, licked and sucked that patch of skin until Aelin was writhing on his thigh, silently begging him for something. Even she didn’t know exactly what.

When Rowan started dragging his teeth along her pulse point with a heavenly amount of pressure, Aelin held his shoulders with both hands, adjusting herself just enough to feel his shaft below her thigh.

He groaned. “We don’t have to.”

His voice was so pained it almost sounded comical. It would be, if Aelin wasn’t as excited as he was.

She pulled his hair, making Rowan’s neck arch towards her. He stared at her with parted lips, a mist of hunger and surrender in his eyes.

“I need to.” Aelin wriggled her hips, pressing against him and making him swallow hard.

He started playing with the hem of her dress, and it took a pointed look for her to process that he was still asking for permission.

“Please.”

Rowan sneaked his hands below her dress until both of his hands were full with her ass, and tugged her towards him hard enough to leave a mark.

And that was when their control snapped.

It became a blur of sinful caresses and bruising, urgent kisses until Rowan picked her up. The six steps from the balcony to the bed were the longest of her life.

Between kisses, he began to fumble with her dress. “What’s up with girls and their difficult clothes?”

“Three ties isn’t too much.” She wasn’t even wearing a bra. Aelin laughed, but it was a bit strained.

“They’re obstacles. It’s annoying,” he said while undoing the straps on her shoulders. And frowned. Aelin bit back her laughter while she turned around, showing the last string on her back. “Too much,” he grunted while untying it.

The feel of those thin strands falling on her back left a trail of goosebumps, or maybe it was just the effect of Rowan’s hands on her, along with the anticipation of what was to come.

She mentioned to turn around, but Rowan’s hands had her pinned, laying on her stomach. He gently brushed her long hair aside and kissed her shoulders and back downwards. He brushed his teeth through Aelin’s ass, biting it softly. Her breath hitched, her hips arching his way.

However, Rowan took her panties off, turned her around and started kissing her inner thigh. When Aelin realized where he was headed, she was already whimpering. He was all teasing kisses and warming her up at first, so she wasn’t expecting it when Rowan pressed his tongue against her clit with the perfect amount of pressure, making her cry out and arch her hips. He didn’t mind her pressing herself against his face, though. Not by the way he grabbed her hips hard enough to bruise and kept her there.

The mix of Rowan’s tongue on her clit, his stubble rubbing against her slit and his hands practically squeezing her hips was going to be the death of her. Aelin was panting with shaky legs, moaning his name. Bursting from the inside out, she was seeing stars every time he applied a bit more pressure.

“Ro, I’m so close.”

He just hummed, not ready to get his mouth off her, and plunged two fingers inside her without further notice.

Aelin screamed.

She shattered completely, becoming nothing more than a mess of limbs, holding every piece of the bed sheet she could and squeezing Rowan’s head between her thighs while waves of pleasure ripped through her.

Rowan was above her in a second, kissing her gently. “You okay?”

“That’s really hard to answer right now,” she answered, panting.

He chuckled, seeming a little wrecked as well. “Wanna stop?”

“Fuck, no.”

She pulled him by the hair for another kiss and began to fumble with his pants. Impatient, Rowan rose to pull out his clothes for once and-

Fuck.

Aelin had always thought Rowan looked as gorgeous as one of those ripped guys from ancient statues, but it wasn’t true. His penis was too big for him to be one of them. What a shame. Actually, not a shame at all for Aelin.

Rowan was staring at her, naked with a condom on his hand, his mouth hanging open somewhere between amused and incredulous.

Wait, did she say that out loud?

To avoid further comment, she kneeled on the bed and wrapped her arms around Rowan, kissing him slowly until he melted into her touch. Without breaking the kiss, Aelin started working on his cock until he couldn’t take it anymore.

When they laid back on the bed, she had never seen a guy put a condom on so fast. To be fair, Aelin was pretty much the same, guiding him towards her entrance as soon as possible.

They started slow, holding on to each other while Rowan pushed into her.

“You feel so fucking good,” he rasped against her ear as he bottomed her out.

Aelin moaned, wiggling her hips in a silent plea for him to move inside her, which he quickly obliged.

She moaned and marked his back with her nails as he thrusted in with an intense pace. They were completely lost in each other. Moaning, whispering sweet nothings, kissing wherever their mouths could reach. Aelin wrapped her legs around him and her muscles tightened, making him suck in a sharp breath and lose composure.

“Are you close?”

Her affirmative answer sounded a lot like a whimper, but he got the message.

Letting out a shaky breath, that chase made him lose the rhythm they previously found, but Rowan sneaked a hand between their bodies and pressed this thumb to Aelin’s clit.

The grip she had on his shoulders tightened. “Fuck, Ro.”

Her breath shattered when she came to the peak of that crescendo, and he seemed just as intoxicated. It was like Rowan was lighting her on fire, and every explosion was a reason for her to call his name. When the feeling of his thumb on her swollen clit and his cock hitting that spot was too much, Aelin’s hips started to tremble and she came undone in his arms, Rowan’s name on her lips the whole time.

Being pushed over the edge as well, Rowan’s hips stuttered and his whole body tensed, right before he seemed to dissolve above her.

He crashed on her side and gave gentle pecks on her face after disposing the condom, both of them still recomposing themselves.

Staring at the ceiling, Aelin was trying to figure if this was because she hadn’t had sex for almost a year, or if Rowan was just that good. She needed to try again to be certain.

He turned to her and cradled Aelin in his arms, giving her a peck in the forehead. Rowan studied her face, looking for something until she looked up at him, her uncertain face slowly giving space to a shy grin.

Aelin adjusted herself on his arms and let him lazily caress her body.

She always suspected sex with Rowan would be good, but dear Mala. It was almost too much, his cock and tongue and fingers wearing her out until she combusted so much she felt she could die in that bed. Well, if Aelin really thought of it, those orgasms were well deserved. She needed them, since she didn’t have her sleeping pills right now. Should she thank Santa? It was probably Yulemas Eve by now.

Aelin let out a happy sigh and Rowan affectionately squeezed her, resting his face on the crown of her head.

She mentally sent Santa a thumbs up, not caring that he doesn’t actually exist or that Rowan didn’t like him as a kid.

There were hands brushing her hair back and stroking her arms.

What a nuisance.

Aelin rolled over to the other side of the bed, trying to fall back into that deep slumber she was in.

The mattress dipped beside her, and the covers Aelin had just placed covering her face were gently pushed aside.

It was going to be one of those days, then.

“I sneaked out some mini chocolate croissant for you.”

Interesting.

“I’m awake,” she mumbled.

Chuckling, Rowan continued to run his fingers through her hair when she sat on the bed, eyes still closed. Aelin leaned into his touch. For Mala’s sake, did that man know how to touch her everywhere?

His fingers brushed against her lower lip. “Want some?”

When Aelin closed her mouth with the mini croissant Rowan put there, it was a delicious explosion of butter, chocolate and that delicious crackling crust flooding her senses. Her shoulders dropped and she moaned, overwhelmed by pastry heaven.

Rowan’s hand on her hair stilled, so Aelin finally had reason enough to open her eyes. How dare he stop? Aelin rubbed her eyes and cracked them open to complain, only to see Rowan staring at her with darkened eyes and parted lips.

Well, that was one look to wake her up with. Smirking, she let her covers drop just a little. Just to tease him, since he knew damn well she had nothing underneath.

Before she could think, Rowan was face to face with her on the bed. “You know, we have a few hours between breakfast and check-out time.” He dropped kisses on her jaw and neck, a sweet invite to continue last night’s activity.

Aelin started looking for her clothes on the floor, but she found them folded on the chair. So organized. Her boyfri-

Oh, fuck.

They needed to talk, didn’t they?

Aelin grabbed her things and locked herself in the bathroom. Her mind was going a mile a minute.

During her shower, she wondered about the broken promise of her year-long celibacy. Well, being tore apart by Rowan was much cooler than that. But what was supposed to happen now?

Aelin stared at herself in the mirror while she brushed her teeth. Was it a one-time thing? She’d stay with his family for at least one more week, would she manage to stay away from him? Would she want to stay away from him? No probably not.

God, her hair was a mess. And she didn’t have enough supplies to make her effortful effortless makeup look. Aelin sighed. Maybe she’d just start the conversation and see what Rowan’s expectations were. He didn’t seem like the guy who would run away from something remotely serious and dread becoming more, but still. Also, he knew damn well she’d had enough of this type of guy for a lifetime already. It’s not like Aelin was looking for a husband, for Mala’s sake, some reliable company or even something casually serious would be just fine.

Out of the bathroom, Rowan was on the bed with his phone, while her own was on a charger he borrowed from reception. He looked up at her, and Aelin’s heart melted with the fond look in his eyes.

“I want to talk about last night.”

Rowan put his phone down. “What about it?”

“Well…” she began tracing circles on the mattress with her finger, trying to think of a good way to start. “It changes things, don’t you think?”

“I don’t see why we should change anything.”

Aelin held on a sigh. Of course. Flashbacks from every reason why she started a dating hiatus popped in her mind, except this one was worse because she already has feelings—

“I mean,” he continued, “We already agreed on dating, right?”

Her heart stopped. What?

“No, we agreed on fake dating,” she carefully explained. “Now we’re redefining things, but it seems like we’re fake dating with benefits.”

“What’s the difference between dating and fake dating with benefits?”

God, she wished she had the simple mind of a man. After explaining everything in detail, Rowan seemed just as lost.

“Sounds the same to me. I’ll just keep calling you my girlfriend.” He scratched the back of his neck. “If that’s okay with you?”

It was perfect, actually. Aelin’s smile was so wide it was an answer on itself. “We’re dating, then?”

“We were always dating.”

“Absolutely not!”

“I introduced you to my parents and told them you’re my girlfriend. That’s dating to me.”

Aelin shook her head. Because they were fake dating, but Rowan didn’t have basic trope knowledge. “But we weren’t getting physical!”

Rowan crossed his arms, a smug grin on his face. “Yet.”

She mirrored his posture, eyebrows raised. “Is that so?”

“I had big plans of seducing you after your dating hiatus.”

Aelin’s jaw dropped, but it quickly became a huge grin. She definitely wasn’t expecting that. “And what did these plans entail?”

He turned her around and guided her towards the door with both hands gripping her waist. “I’ll show you after breakfast,” he whispered on her ear by the time her hand reached the doorknob.

Well, that was some surprising plot twist in her celibate year.

Aelin was still quite sure love is an unreliable bitch.

However, things were looking really good for her this time.

A/N: If you got to this point, thank you for reading and not giving up on my writing after I kinda disappeared for a while! Specially for reading a holiday fic mid-March lol. So uncool of me. I’m a little embarrassed about that, if you can’t tell. Ha. Let’s hope next time I finish at least before I take the decorations down, huh?

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lordabovehelpme · 4 years ago

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Snow Day- Din Djarin x Reader

Amazing moodboard by the lovely @jedi-jesi !!!

A/n: It snowed at my house yesterday, so I am now writing about snow. I don’t make the rules. Anyway, I hope you all like it!

This is the next chapter of my Days Filled with Love series. You can find the first part here! :)

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“Mommy! Daddy!” The door to your room flies open and your husband stirs. He sucks in a breath and lifts his head from where it rested on your chest. “It’s snowing!” Reeza sets Grogu on the bed before climbing up on it herself.

Looking out your window, you find that it is in fact snowing.

“Get up! We have to go outside! Come on!” She jumps around and pulls the blanket from you.

Din hisses, puts his head back down, and pulls you closer, trying to leech more heat from your body.

“Daddy come on!” Grabbing his palm with her hands she leans back and tries to pull him away from you.

“Don’t you want to snuggle with your mother, she’s so warm.”

“No, there's snow!”

You laugh at her bluntness. The mandalorian groans, pressing one last kiss to your skin before rolling over and swinging his legs off the bed. “Let me get dressed and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“Okay! Hurry!” She grabs Grogu and runs out the room and you can hear her stomp down the stairs.

Din slumps back down and flips over, sliding his arms under your body and pressing himself back up against you. You watch as his eyes close and one of his hands grips your bottom.

“Din!” He chuckles and nips at your skin. “You need to get up and go tend to your children mister.”

“But you’re so warm.” His kisses trail up and eventually find purchase at your pulse point. He rests his mouth on your skin and feels the thumps of your heartbeat. He sighs and presses slow lazy kisses to your neck. “I could stay here forever.”

“I wouldn't complain, but we have children to attend to. Come on tin can, time to get up.”

***

Tobbi squeals as he grabs handfuls of snow with his mittens. Isbet, sitting next to him just scowls.

Grogu coos and plops down next to Tobbi. They babble back and forth, talking to each other in their own language.

“Mama!” Isabet yells out. Ever since her discovery of your name she now makes sure to use it often.

Her little arms fly up and beg you to pick her up.

“Hey little girl. What’s wrong? Do you not like the snow?” Her little mittens clench around your shirt and she tucks herself against your chest. “I know, the snow is cold. But you’re alright. You just wanted some love, huh?” Softly bouncing her you turn and point at your other children building a snowman. “What are Myles and Reeza doing?”

“Look Issy, we’re building a snowman!” Reeza smiles and goes back to rolling her snowball.

Two hands pull at your hips and a body is pressed up against your own. “Hi baby.” Leaning over your shoulder, your husband coos at his daughter. Her little eyebrows furrow and she slaps his helmet. “I don’t think she likes me.”

“Oh hush, she’s just a mommys girl. It’s not your fault. Here, hold her and it’ll wisk all your worries away.” Turning around and handing him Isabet, you laugh as they peer back and forth at each other.

She scowls but eventually leans into his embrace. “Mama!” She looks at you and one of her arms waves at you.

“Yes, I see you. You’re in Daddy's arms. He’s quite snuggly isn’t he.” Her little head turns and peers up at him, eyes taking in as much as her brain can process. “Take your helmet off.”

His visor turns to look at you and he lifts it from his head. Her little hands raise up and clench into fists. Hoisting her up so her face is directly in front of his own, her hands cup his cheeks and lightly slaps him. “Hello.”

She grabs his nose and pets at his scruff, exploring with her hands. You watch their interaction with a smile. Her hands trail up and pull at his curls. “Ouch. That hurt.”

Finally, a smile breaks onto her face and she pulls his hair again. “Ow, stop, that hurts.” She giggles and laughs harder than you’ve ever heard her laugh before.

Prying her from his hair he grins down at her. “You’re cute when you don’t have a scowl on your face.”

Gasping, you exclaim, “She’s cute all the time.”

***

The fireplace cracks and pops as you sit next to it on the couch. A warm fuzzy blanket covers your limbs as you read your favorite book. The sun already set long ago and yet you can still hear the faint laughter of the kids. It’s already way past their bedtime, but what kind of parent would you be if you ended their fun now.

Standing up, you walk to the door and grab one of Din’s cloaks that hang up. Wrapping it around yourself, you stand on the porch and watch as Myles tries to stand on his sled. His arms move in circles around him, trying to maintain his balance while the sled carries him down the hill. But he loses his balance and falls into the soft powder.

His head emerges, snow tucked away into his soft curls and Reeza bends over in laughter. Grogu giggles and runs over to his brother, arms wide open and wanting to be picked up.

Your husband drags the sled back up the hill and from his various hand motions you can tell he is explaining how to improve his technique. Reeza turns to him and says something you can’t catch. Din shrugs and drags the sled to the top.

Taking a running start, he throws the sled down and jumps on top, trying to stand as well. His arms move in the same way Myles did and his hips swivel. He only makes it about half way before he tumbles over. However, he stays down on the ground.

The three kids rush over to their father, worry written all over their body language. But then your husband grabs them and pulls them into the snow with him. Their screams and laughs carry all the way to your ears and it makes a smile break on your own face.

Shaking your head, you call out to them to come back inside. They all look at you before looking at each other. Din is the first to stand and walk over to you. Behind him, like a mother duck and her ducklings, the children follow.

Grabbing the towels you have originally set out, you take Grogu into your arms first. Pulling his wet tunic from his body and rubbing the towel over his body, trying to get some warmth into his bones. His wide eyes scrunch and he gives a big toothy grin as he giggles. Setting him down, you grab the next towel.

Opening your arms, Reeza rushes into the towel. Doing the same, you pull her own shirt from her body and rub the towel over her skin. “Okay, run along and go put your pajamas on. Can you help your brother?”

“Yes, Mommy.” She nods and grabs your adoptive son from where he sat on the floor wrapped in a towel that is way too big. He squeals out in delight.

“Good. Okay come here Myles, your turn.” He lifts his arms and allows you to take his shirt off. Wrapping the towel around him you can’t help but hug him and press a kiss to his cheek.

He giggles and brings his head into his shoulders. “Love you Mommy.”

Nuzzling your cheek against his head you rub his arms with the towel and try to get as much warmth into his skin as you can. “Love you too.” Pressing one last kiss to his cheek, you declare, “Okay, same thing go get in your jammies and then get your siblings and come down.” You hear a crash upstairs and you don’t even want to know what that was. “Tell them to be quiet, I just put the twins down.” He nods and runs upstairs.

Taking the wet clothes into your arms, you turn to bring them to the washer. “Hey, what about me?”

Turning back around, you giggle as your husband stands in front of the closed door. Water drips from the beskar as the snow melts, his arms are down at his sides. One hand holds his helmet so his pout and messy hair is uncovered for your eyes and the other hand holds the towel you gave him to dry himself.

“Oh baby,” Dropping the clothes you saunter over and start taking piece after piece of beskar off. “Do you want attention too? Do you want me to rub the towel over you to try and warm you?”

He nods as his eyes trail over your figure, giving you no help to undress him.

Once all his armor is off, you tap his shoulder, “Bend down and raise your arms. You’re too tall.” You don’t miss the way his chest puffs up in pride, but he follows your command and moves to his knees, arms rising up above his head.

Peeling the duraweave from his golden skin, you bite your lip and wrap the towel around his frame. His head tilts up and his eyes meet your own.

Unconsciously, your hand moves up to cup his cheek, thumb tracing the skin beneath his eye. His arms move from beneath the towel and wrap around your waist, bringing you as close as he can. Slowly his hands move your shirt up and he presses kiss after kiss to your exposed skin. Your own hands grasp his cheeks and move his head to look up at you.

His eyes twinkle as they stare up at you with love. They soften in the way they do only for you. Brushing the soft strands of hair from his forehead, you lean down and press your lips to his own. You both just stay still, basking in the adoration you give one another.

After a few minutes, he starts to move and you smile into his kiss. One of his hands trails to grap at your butt. You gasp and he chuckles, pushing and pulling at your covered flesh.

Pressing your forehead against his own, you lean away from his lips. Taking in breaths that seem to do nothing for your poor lungs, you open your eyes and find his own already looking at you.

You flash him a megawatt smile. “What?”

“You’re so beautiful.” His own voice is breathless and quiet.

Bashfully, you tuck yourself into the spot between his neck and shoulder. You swear he was made perfectly for you. Your bodies just seem to fit together like two puzzle pieces.

His hands move up from your bottom and rub across your lower back.

“Mommy, will come snuggle with me?” Reeza grabs your hand to pull you away from your hiding place. “Wait!” Wrapping her arms around both you and Din she gives a big squeeze and then pulls your hand again. “Okay, now let’s go.”

Standing, you go to let her pull you but two strong arms keep you where you are. Looking down at your husband, his eyes beg with you to stay.

Smiling, you lean down and press a kiss to his pout. “Come with us.”

It’s like a flip switched in his brain, because his face instantly lights up and he eagerly nods. He follows the two of you over to the couch, waiting to be instructed by his daughter of where she wants him.

“Okay Mommy, sit there because I want to sit in your lap. Daddy you can sit next to us.” She gives a firm nod, happy with her choice.

You sit down in the middle of the couch and let Reeza climb onto your lap and snuggle up against you.

“Daddy, wait, can you wrap us in a blanket?”

“What do you say?” Placing his hands on his hips, he peers down at you two.

Biting back a smile, you look at him and say, “Please, Daddy, will you wrap us in a blanket.”

His jaw clenches for a second and his eyes flash with that devilish glint, but he sighs and grabs a quilt. Tucking it behind your back and having the ends meet in front of you.

“Daddy will you make hot chocolate, please?” Reeza stares up at him and he knows he could never tell her no. He nods and walks away into the kitchen.

“You have your father wrapped around your finger, missy.” Tickling her tummy she giggles and squirms.

Myles comes down the stairs with Grogu trailing behind him. “Can we join?”

“Of course!” Opening the blanket, Myles rushes over and nuzzles up against your side, pulling Grogu up into his own lap.

Closing the quilt, you wrap your arm around Myles and pull him closer. “Get close and by no time we’ll all be warm and cozy. Maybe you can talk your father into a story before we send you three to bed.”

***

He can hear the faint murmurs of voices from the kitchen. The kids telling you all about their day and what you missed while you were inside. Laughs and giggles flow to his ears as he stirs the chocolate into the milk.

A smile seems to have permanently formed on his face. His heart swelling and the familiar warm feeling of love flowing through his veins.

Pouring the drink into five cups he grabs them and brings them out into the living room. Myles, Reeza, and Grogu all stare up at you in awe as you tell them how snow is made.

He nearly melts at the sight, the four of you all snuggled under a blanket. He sets the mugs down on the coffee table and clears his throat, alerting you all at his presence.

“Thanks Dad!” Myles reaches for a mug and instantly takes a large gulp of the sweet drink.

“Dad, will you tell us a story?” Reeza grabs her mug and settles back into your lap.

“Hmm, a story?” He hands you your mug and gives Grogu his sippy cup. Placing a kiss on each of your foreheads, he sits down on your other side. “I guess.”

“One year, it snowed really really hard at the covert and your uncle and I decided to sled. However, we wanted to get the most out of our sled so we worked all morning on building a jump. We piled and packed snow for as long as we could bear it. By the time we were done, about halfway down the hill we made this three foot tall snow ramp.”

“Why didn’t we think of that!” Reeza exclaims.

“I’ll tell you why.” Din chuckles before ruffling her hair. “Paz decided he wanted to go first so he took the sled to the top of the hill. Taking a running start, he sled as fast as he could down the hill. I watched from the side as he headed for the ramp we built.”

You watch as your husband breaks into laughter, and you smile.

“So he’s flying about twenty miles per hour down this hill and he is headed straight for the ramp. The sled hits the ramp and he is flown into the air. However, because we built it at such an angle, Paz started to tip forward and…” he stops himself, trying to catch his breath. “He did a flip! You could just hear his screams as he landed on the hill and rolled the rest of the way down.”

The kids all are laughing as hard as your husband now, picturing their uncle flipping through the air.

You, yourself are giggling at the thought. “It’s a miracle the two of you are still alive.”

He grins at you. “We had our fun. So that is why, we don’t build three foot tall ramps now.”

It takes a good five minutes for you all to settle down from laughter. Empty mugs rest on the coffee table and Reeza gives a big yawn.

“One more story?” Myles asks.

“One more and then you all are going straight to bed.” Din points a finger and you all nod. “Hmmm, I guess we should stay on the topic of snow.”

You smile as you can practically see gears turning in his head. He meets your gaze and his eyes soften with almost an air of sorrow.

“You guys remember how I am a foundling?” He watches as both Myles and Reeza nod, obviously understanding the importance of his childhood. “Well before the droids attacked, I can remember one story with snow. My mother was cooking one evening and my father was due to come home from work. I sat on the table, peeling potatoes to help her.”

“Just like I help Mommy!”

Your husband laughs, “Yes, just like you help your mother. Anyway, the radio was playing music loudly so she didn’t notice that my father had opened the door. He pressed a finger to his mouth, signalling for me to stay silent. In his hand he held a snowball and he silently walked behind my mother. Pulling back her shirt, he let the ball of snow fall into her clothes. He laughed and laughed as my mother yelled out. She turned around and swatted him with her towel, but she was laughing too.”

The three kids laugh at his memory but you look at him with a glare. “Don’t get any ideas. If you put snow down my shirt I’m not feeding you for a week.”

His hands raise in defense but a smile dances across his features.

Looking down you see Reeza yawn once again. Trailing your fingers through her hair, she closes her eyes and is instantly out like a light.

On Myles lap, Grogu’s eyes open and close as he fights his slumber. “Hmmm, I think it’s time we all go to bed. It’s already way past your bedtime.”

Myles nods but he can’t seem to move his body from beside you. Din rises and takes Myles into his arms, allowing his son to rest his head on his shoulder.

“Goodnight Mommy.” Smiling as Din leans down so you can press a kiss to your son’s head.

“Goodnight my love. Sleep tight. I’ll see you in the morning.” Your husband walks up the stairs and after a few minutes comes back down.

This time taking Grogu into his arms, he grabs sleeping Reeza from your lap and takes them both to their rooms.

When he comes back down, you smile as he approaches. “My turn?” Giving him the universal sign of grabby hands your husband only chuckles.

“Alright.”

You giggle as he leans down and lets you wrap your arms around his neck. His hands grab your hips and pull you into his hold. Lifting you up, he carries you up the stairs and into your room.

Setting you down on the bed, he presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Mmm, thank you.”

He nods and takes his pants and shirt off, leaving him in his boxers. Handing you your pajamas, he helps you switch clothes before tucking you two in.

Setting his head on your chest, nestling between your breasts and sighing. Your hands rub his shoulders and he groans, pressing a kiss to your sternum.

However, your own eyes are having trouble staying open and you finally allow them to rest.

“Go to sleep, cyare. I love you so much.”

Your mind, already shut off, can only get five words out before you drift off, “No snow in my shirt.”

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Next Part: Spooky Day

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melzula · 4 years ago

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Playmates

part of the fire lilies series

pairing: Zuko x Princess!reader

request: “I love all this fire lilies content! It’s so good! Could you write something about how the princess and the zuko met” and “Hi I loved fire lilies! Also hope ur doing well. In the life changing field trip you started talking about how the princess could see zuko because the fire lord was there? I was wondering if u could write something about how they snuck around the water tribe whenever he came w ozai.”

“Stop fidgeting with your dress,” your mother chided whilst gently readjusting the braids that had come loose in your hair. “The Fire Lord is visiting with his children today and we can’t have you running amuck.”

You let out a small impatient huff at your mother’s lecturing, discreetly sticking your tongue out at her before tugging your hair loose from the uncomfortable braids the moment she looked away. You didn’t understand why it was so important for you to be on your best behavior for some fire man you had never met before, but both your mother and father seemed anxious about his arrival. Only being four years old, your parents did their best to shield you from things they considered “adult business,” but today it seemed they had no choice but to finally pull you into the tense relationship your people shared with the Fire Nation.

Ozai was bringing his children to today’s visit, and as the Princess it was your duty to keep them company until the war meeting was over. You didn’t know much about them other than the fact that you were one year older than his daughter and one year younger than his son, but both your father and Ozai hoped you and the Fire Nation Princess would become decent companions.

The black snow that plagues the sky alerts you of their arrival, and you find yourself scrambling to follow your parent’s actions as they bow in mutual respect to the Fire Lord. You keep your head down and your mouth shut, but you can’t help yourself from peeking up at the intimidating man before you.

“Fire Lord Ozai,” your father greets civilly.

“Chief Tukon,” the man replies before casting a look towards you. You shrink under his gaze and offer him a shaky smile to which he does not return. The Fire Lord gestures behind him, and two children appear at his side. “I present to you my children, Princess Azula and Prince Zuko.”

“It is an honor to have them here as our guests. To you I present my daughter, Princess y/n. I believe she will be a compatible playmate for your daughter Azula.”

“Very well,” Ozai nods, his piercing gaze never once leaving your form.

“Um, I-I can take you to the palace to play,” you utter meekly. Azula smiles slyly at your offer but says nothing as you lead her and her brother away from the adults and towards your home.

“This place looks boring,” she notes dully, causing an embarrassed blush to spread across your cheeks. Her older brother gives her a reprimanding look but says nothing in response.

“It’ll be better inside,” you explain. ”There’s more to do.”

The soldiers guarding the palace open the doors at the sight of your trio, though they keep a wary eye out for the fire siblings. Inside the palace they are greeted with crystal hallways and ice floors beneath their feet, and Azula is already thinking of ways the palace can be destroyed with fire.

“We can play dolls if you want,” you offer with a small smile, producing your prized doll to the princess.

“I love playing dolls,” Azula coos. “Especially when I give them head cuts.”

Your eyes widen in shock as Azula beheads your favorite toy, the head rolling towards your feet and stopping once it collides with the toe of your boot. Your watery eyes don’t phase the Princess in the slightest.

“Oops.”

“Azula, quit being so mean!” Zuko finally scolds, a harsh glare sent her way. She only shrugs.

“This is boring. I’m going to go spy on the meeting,” she announces with a dramatic yawn before leaving you two behind.

When Zuko turns his attention back to you you’re quick to look away, embarrassed at the tears that roll down your cheeks. The prince frowns before picking up the head and handing it to you.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes on behalf of his sister. “She can be really mean.”

“No, playing with dolls is stupid,” you admit quietly as you wipe your tears away with the sleeve of your dress.

“I don’t think it’s stupid,” Zuko comforts with a small smile, and you can’t help yourself from returning it.

“You’re so much nicer than Azula,” you compliment sheepishly. You haven’t really noticed until now how cute the prince is, and your heart begins to race as you realize it’s just the two of you in the palace alone.

“I’ll play with you if you want,” the prince offers.

“Do you wanna go penguin sledding?” You ask excitedly. “It’s really fun!”

“Okay, let’s go,” Zuko replies with an eager smile, blushing slightly as you take his hand and escort him out of the palace and into the snow.

Though you hadn’t exactly hit it off with Azula, you had made a new friend in Zuko that day. He treated you as his equal, listening to every word you said and respecting every new aspect of your culture you introduced him to. From penguin sledding to seaweed noodle stew, the two of you had had a wonderful day together, and you found it hard to say goodbye when it was time for him to leave.

“You’ll come back, won’t you?” You ask hopefully.

“Of course I will,” Zuko smiles. “We’re friends now.”

And though it was against the rules, you had hugged him impossibly tight before saying goodbye. Being the princess, you weren’t really able to make friends with people your age. You had a few acquaintances, sure, but due to your status you never had the chance to go out and play like a normal kid. With Zuko you finally felt normal, and it was with Zuko you found yourself the happiest.

He returns exactly one week after his first visit, doing his best to hide his excitement to see you from his father as your families once again greet each other at the docks. The moment you’re dismissed the two of you are quick to sneak off together; both your fathers presumed you are still Azula’s companion, not Zuko’s.

“I brought you something,” Zuko announces once the two of you are alone and hidden away in one of the empty igloos.

“What is it?”

You watch curiously as Zuko reaches into his robes and your eyes widen at the sight of the gift in his hand: it’s a new doll.

“I know it’s not the same as the one Azula ruined, but I hope it makes you feel better,” he admits with a sheepish smile.

“Oh, Zuko, I love it!” You squeal, taking the doll from him and hugging it close to your chest. She’s a beautiful doll with long flowing hair and a fiery red dress, a golden band holding up the top knot on her head. It certainly isn’t a doll you’d find in the water tribe, but you adore the gift nonetheless.

“I saw it in the market place and thought of you.”

“Thank you,” you coo before pressing a big kiss onto his cheek. Zuko’s face turns red at the action, a wobbly smile on his lips.

You sit in the igloo for the rest of the day, talking about anything and everything you can think of. Inside the little ice hut you’re shielded from the outside threat of war and the tensions amongst your people, and you’re able to truly feel like kids in the presence of one another.

In the igloo you aren’t Princess y/n of the Southern Water Tribe or Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation. You are simply y/n and Zuko, two best friends, and that’s alright with both of you.

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casualmaraudering · 4 years ago

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so i can't get family feels out of my head so have some headcanons feat wolfstar having their first baby

Sirius is immediately so excited at first

and even though it's a nine month long wait (even longer with a procedure of getting a surrogate and all) he's so very happy

he physically cannot go shopping without coming back with at least one bag of baby stuff

the socks are so tiny, he's not strong enough to resist

he clears a room in the house right away. Remus doesn't let him turn it into a nursery that fast, but they designate it as the baby stuff pile and so Sirius puts all the shopping bags there

and really, Remus acts as if he's more calm about the whole ordeal but he also contributes to the baby pile quite fast

Sirius will randomly grin to him and go "we're gonna have a family" and how can you not love this man when he's this happy about it?

around the halfway mark is where things turn different

it's when they start painting the nursery, buying furniture, and slowly coming up with names when Sirius has A Thought

it being: what if i end up like my parents

what if the baby hates me like i hated my dad and mom

what if they won't feel at home here like i did

he panics, and internalises it, and therefore freaks himself out even more

he lets it slip during a dinner with James and Lily. the remainder of the dinner is spent with everyone telling him what a fantastic dad he's going to be and why are his thoughts such bullshit

even Regulus texts him the next day saying the kid will be happy to have such a home

they don't have a baby shower so to say, but there is a gathering of friends and family where everyone gifts them things. and also there's cute cupcakes (gender neutral ones, cause Sirius and Remus 1 don't want to make the gender a weirdly big deal 2 they want to find out at birth so no gender reveals) and James cries a lot about being an uncle

Sirius quits smoking finally

Sirius decides he doesn't need instructions to put furniture together

he is immediately defeated by an ikea wardrobe

Remus puts it together with surprising ease. he uses the instructions though

the nursery is yellow (Remus's favourite colour)

Sirius buys so many glow in the dark stars. so. many

the stars and the moon are a theme, of course. there's a little mobile with some stars and the moon in the centre, the furniture has star shaped handles, there's a little space rug, and there's also wolf and dog plushies - they go all out and yes, it's sappy, but it's their baby okay, they get to be sappy

they spend a lot of nights just cuddled together and talking about the family they'll have

Sirius cries so hard when he sees the baby for the first time

Remus also cries. but Sirius honestly tears up every time he sees the baby for like. the entire day

just imagine those two boys holding hands and having the biggest smiles on their faces looking at their little baby

the few black hairs on his head and the tiny hands and the little feet and small chubby cheeks

they name him Leo

(Regulus has no excuse not to visit now)

they talk to the baby a lot

Remus reads him his favourite books as a way to pass time. Pride and Prejudice, Dorian Gray, LOTR, all that. he also comments quite a lot, pretending as if he's having an actual discussion with a one month old baby

Sirius's favourite past time is just holding his baby, or just literally lying there while Leo sleeps on his chest. it's so simple and yet he's so happy about it

Sirius starts to wear his hair in a very secure bun. having a baby pulling your hair is very much not a fun thing

Remus has a pretty unregulated lifestyle anyway so he's mostly up at night, while Sirius loves to get up in the morning so he's in charge of breakfast and entertaining in the mornings

sometimes if it's particularly early and Remus argues he doesn't want to get out of bed yet, Sirius will just put Leo into bed with Remus and they'll just hang out there, it's extremely adorable

Sirius sings french lullabies, and talks in french quite a lot. basically any time Remus isn't around his brain wires back to french and so the baby will absolutely be bilingual at this rate

Remus goes back to work when Leo is around 6 months old - he's a very work oriented person, he'd honestly go insane if he had to stay at home all the time

Sirius is more than happy to rebrand to a stay at home dad

it only results in a handful of disasters a day at first

Remus doesn't need to know ok

Sirius likes to say he's got his shit together emotionally and then Leo says his first word (which is 'dada') and he cries so hard

Remus will have Leo on his lap when grading homework and will, of course, chat with his dutiful assistant quite a lot

"Can you imagine Maddie wrote this? This is the worst paper of hers I've ever read"

"Bwaba"

"Exactly. I'll have to have a word with her on Monday"

James visits them at least twice a week, he can't just not see his favourite nephew less often ok

Leo's first Halloween, Sirius dresses him up as a little ghost

they don't go trick or treating, but they take a lot of pictures. and then when the baby sleeps the adult eat far too much candy and watch horror movies and snuggle

Sirius has always had a Christmas spirit, but when it's Leo's first Christmas it hits So much harder than usual

he decorates the house on the first of december and nearly falls off the ladder several times

his Google history for the month being: "can a 9 month old drink eggnog" "can a baby eat gingerbread cookies" "can i take a baby sledding" and whatnot

despite that the house has too many decorations, Remus really doesn't mind the holiday spirit cause Sirius is truly in his element every December, and now he seems twice as happy as usual

he, of course, puts mistletoe on the doorframe of the kitchen. cause yes they're married with a baby but that doesn't mean they can't make out in the door like teenagers

James puts a hat with antlers on Leo and proceeds to take so many pictures and send them to literally everyone he knows

Lily and Sirius make and decorate gingerbread cookies and this time there's only a few penis shaped ones. they've all grown up yall

Leo gets the most presents, of course

and by the time he's in bed sleeping, and everyone leaves after Christmas dinner, Sirius and Remus curl up by the fireplace and talk about what a good year they've had

and when New Year's comes along, their only resolutions are to try and make their little boy as happy as possible

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More hetalia highschool AU, 🌟magic team🌟 edition :)

Under the cut bc it is long ❤️

Vladimir is that one kid obsessed with Twilight but only for the vampires; it was his first ever exposure to vampires thanks to his dad thinking Twilight was an appropriate book for a 11 year old. Team Edward going strong for five years, he'd proudly declare like it actually mattered. He tries his best to dress goth at school even though his uniform gets in the way. Fake ear piercings(his parents won't let him pierce them yet), over the top makeup, he's dyed the top half of his shoes black because his parents were concerned about his obsession with black and wouldn't buy him the black tennies he wanted— "mom look, these are marked down for back to school! Can I pleeeease get them???" "....may I know why the black ones specifically?" "They match the ever nothingness of my soul." "Yep! The white ones it is then!" "Mooooooooooom!"— Vladimir has been dubbed the cringy vampire kid of course.

Lukas is into pretty much anything concerning cryptids and magical creatures because they can't be proven to be fake or real, which intrigues him. He carries a book about mushrooms at all times and info dumps on pretty much anyone about identifying poisonous mushrooms and which mushrooms are safe to eat. His backpack is covered in buttons and pins to show off his interests. He keeps an amethyst in the front pocket of his backpack, reason unknown other than to just randomly pull it out and let Mikkel look at it. He's that kid that always wears his hoodie no matter the season, he never takes it off. Under his hoodie is always a crude worded t-shirt that the school would not approve of, much less his parents. He's relatively quiet and because he's quiet he's considered a weird kid.

Arthur can't decide if punk is his style or if goth is. Either way, his way of self expression at school in addition to the uniform is horrible. Checkered black/red shoes his grandma got him with his older brother's hand me down worn out greying socks—"can I PLEASE just have my own clothes???" "we have perfectly good clothes for you in the garage! I can fix them up to fit you better and everything!" "but I want cool NEW clothes!" "those are cool clothes and as far as the other kids know, they're also new. Now get your transformer backpack and get to the car. I put a new patch on it last night so that should hold it for the rest of the year."— Old Pierce the veil shirt, with holes chewed into the collar from his older brother Dillan, peeking out from under his white polo. A black and red choker to match his black and red slowly tearing apart too big flannel on top of a black pull over. A deep blue beanie, the hoodie of his pull over almost constantly on top when outside the school. He dyes a part of his hair a different color every month. He spikes his hair using too much gel and is convinced he looks good. He talks too much about bands and always gets Vlad and Lukas going on and on about fictional creatures he does not FULLY believe in himself. He does, however, believe in magic and loves Harry Potter, more specifically the Weaselys, to bits.

Natalya is a sophomore, a year behind the boys, and she just kinda pushed her way into the friend group until they eventually accepted her into it. They were the only three she knew who liked occult related topics. She's on the baseball team because she wanted an excuse to hit things with another thing and NOT get detention because of it. She wears the khaki uniform skirt and takes full advantage over being able to wear any kind of tights underneath; skull pattern, plain black, blood splatter pattern, fire pattern. Anything that makes her feel like a badass. She's always talking about antiques and forging weapons, more specifically knives. She has a whole collection of fidget toys but her favorite is this pea pod keychain her father gave her. She's always talking about how she'd like to be a medical examiner and to just prove that she's serious, she'll bring up a picture of a human model and point out the difference between a self inflicted fatal wound and a homicide. She puts up a charade of being able to see and talk to ghosts to freak out Alfred, her extended friend first met through Tolys.

They collectively believe they're cool and that other people know this. They're genuinely blind to the obvious snickers sent their way, being called losers and nerds. They're really knowm for like really pathetic things like; Natalya is Ivan's, tallest and most intimidating member of the wrestling team, weird younger sister by a year. Lukas is just the weird quiet kid that reads by the courtyard garden during lunch. Vladimir is not only the vampire goth kid but the kid who's parents believe the teachers are giving his son low grades on purpose and will yell at them for it. And Arthur is just. He's another Kirkland, immediately assumed to be a massive trouble maker because of his now graduated brother Alistair and one grade above him brother Dillan. Everyone loved his eldest brother Darick and sometimes compare him to Darick.

Compared to what others THINK they do, such as witch craft for some odd reason, the four of them do pretty typical teen activities. Like hang out at the mall. Do their honework together. Play video games and D&D when they have the chance. The boys do have sleepovers still as they have since meeting each other in middle school, Nat not really being a fan of sleeping where she doesn't live but comfortable enough to go to their houses and just chill for the day. They have become friends because of their related interests but thats not what they're ALL ABOUT.

Fun facts/stories about these losers I thought about while bored as fuck:

• Lukas, in his freshman year, went on a nature hike field trip with his lit class after reading Into The Wild. And he brought his mushroom book of course. They walked around, looking at the sights, talked about the book. Lukas just stops at one point, falling behind the class. He picks up a mushroom, goes to the teacher and is like "You see this? Its not poisonous." And straight up fucking eats it without warning. The teacher called an ambulance even though Lukas kept telling him he was fine and that that mushroom was 100% okay to eat raw, but for sure better off cooked. Lukas calmly shows the paramedics his book and they're like "yeah that actually was safe to eat, we don't need the book to confirm that, but um. Please don't ever pick something off the ground and eat it again. Just. Please don't do that, son." .....he did it again before leaving to go back to school but this time he didn't tell anyone.

• In elementary school, Natalya brought in a model of the human brain she asked her dad to borrow. He had to say yes because she was his only child genuinely interested, not bored of, his medical profession and he found it very cute and honoring. So she's at show and tell, its her turn right, and she silently goes up to the front of the class and pulls out the model brain. Teacher tries to step in because, hey, these are 6 year olds—AND WHY DOES THIS 6 YEAR OLD HAVE A PLASTIC BRAIN??? But Nat just shooshes her. In surprised shock, the teacher is just quiet as Nat begins to explain parts of the brain and their function— which was all wrong actually. She knew the words and everything but she didn't get the locations right. She sounded confident and smart and she was telling this to a bunch of 6 year olds so they believed her of course. End of the school day, her dad is having a hilarious conference with his youngest's teacher about the brain incident.

• Vladimir loves reading. He's loved it since he began to learn how, even if his dyslexia gives him grief along the way. So since he loves to read he'll always get excited and read ahead in class or in the public library reading club. One summer, the reading club was reading The Giver and it was getting really good. Vlad was loving the story, so much so that Vlad began to read ahead in his own time when he really wasn't supposed to be, the club was reading it together out loud and discussing it. Now he's read enough and worked hard enough to figure out how to help himself focus better and understand each word and sentence without having to reread it all multiple times over or get stuck. But sometimes the meaning and context to what he's reading doesn't ALWAYS process with the words as he's too focused on reading the words right and it passes right over his head. So Vlad is reading ahead and he's getting to the part where The Giver has given Jonas the memory of the sled again. And Vlad just sits there after reading that paragraph. He rereads it. And rereads it again. And then he leaves his book on his bed, goes to the the hall closet and takes out the ironing board. He grabs a plastic container to use as an ill attempt of a helmet and he just. Rockets down the staircase and hits the wall. He screams and cries and his parents rush in from the livingroom. When asked what happened he just says "I wanted to understand the sled scene better! Now I do and I feel really bad for Jonas!" He just couldn't quite grasp WHY the sled accident hurt, never had a broken bone nor sled afterall, and needed to find out. And that's how Vlad got his first broken arm at the age of 12.

• When Alfred and Matthew moved in with Arthur's family, Arthur didn't like it. He was a moody young teen but he was also just tired of the full house. His cousins were loud and nosey. He had to share a room with his four older brothers already and now with Matthew while Kathleen and Alfred got a room to themselves. Arthur thought this was so unfair. So his solution was to run away. He was 13, he needed a place to have some peace and quiet for once. So he texts Francis and Lukas, the only two of his friends living in his neighnorhood. Francis is not on board with helping him run away at first but then Lukas brings literally all his camping gear for Arthur's use and then Francis is on board because he had the feeling Arthur was going to get himself killed somehow. So as the elder one of the group he accompanied Arthur and Lukas out to the short stretch of woods behind the last street of their neighborhood, intending to go to the big clearing before hitting the roads leading to the airport and whatever else buildings. They're out there setting everything up together and they're done by like 4 pm. They sit down and talk, munch on oreos and other snacks Arthur deemed as essential survival foods. Then Francis looks at his cell and remarks "wow its already 6! Ah, Lukas, we should get home. Afterall, neither of us ran away so we still have supper to eat. Come on Lukas, let's go before our parents come looking for us." They exchange goodbyes, Francis trying his best to hide his cocky smirk. So Lukas and Francis start walking off, Arthur crawls into the tent and eats half a cookie before frowning and feeling too alone. He didn't expect to feel alone because all he wanted was to BE ALONE. Before he knows it, he's running out of the tent yelling after his friends to stop and wait up. "Oh whats wrong, Arthur? I thought you wanted to run away." "I— I forgot I hadn't fed my rabbit is all! I'll run away tomorrow! I'm not... Feeling lonely if.. If that's what you think...." Arthur did not run away the next day. Buuuuuut the three plus Vlad made a tree house together in the Kirkland backyard that they still use today!

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jawritter · 4 years ago

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Twelve Days Of Christmas

Chapter 9

Summary: Dean never realized that Y/N missed Christmas until he turned off an annoying Christmas song on the radio on the way home from a hunt, now he will make it his personal mission to give her the Christmas he misses so much, and if he plays his cards right, maybe he will give her what he has wanted to give her for so many years, himself.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Written For: @spnchristmasbingo

Square Field: Sledding

Word Count: 1334

Warnings: Fluff, mild language, brief mention of John’s A+ parenting.

A/N: This is to help me catch up on my SPN Christmas Bingo card lol Chapter 10 will post tomorrow! I knew chapter will post every day until Christmas! I know I’m insane lol. This is a real time fic collection and all mistakes will be my own! Please do not copy my work! Hope you all enjoy these!!

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You stood at the top of the snow-covered hill, flat sled in hand, and watched as two teenagers boarded the sled next to you, sliding down without hesitation.

The hill was higher than you expected. Normally heights didn't bother you. You'd flown plenty of times in your life. You'd even done a little rock climbing. This seemed very high. Maybe it was the sun glaring off of the snow that made it feel higher than what it actually was?

Dean's hand came down heavily on your shoulder, and you turned to see his emerald green eyes staring down at you. His freckled face was slightly red from the cold.

"Ready Sweetheart?"

You gave him a short nod and dropped the sled to the ground. You were a hunter for fucks sake. You weren't about to let a little snowy hill be your demise.

Once you had dropped yourself into place on the sled, Dean dropped down behind you; wrapping his arms securely around your waist.

A swarm of butterflies was set free in your stomach at the feel of his solid body behind your own, even threw the jackets and things you were wearing to stave off the cold.

It didn't take much of a shove from either of you to get the sled moving. Dean's laugh pierced the air behind you, and you never wanted it to stop. It was the simple things about him that made you the happiest. Like the deep laugh, you rarely got to hear on a normal basis.

"Come on, let's go again," he said, getting to his feet before helping you to your own before grabbing the sled.

There was an almost childlike excitement on his face. There was no way you could have said no to him.

This was the first time Dean had ever been sledding, and as you prepared to go down again, you could see just how much Dean had been robbed as a child.

John never bothered to take the kids sledding, or do any other fun activities with them. It was always his work, his obsession. It wasn't fair to them then, and it wasn't for now. It made Dean hard and turned him into the little grunt, the soldier, John's perfect little punching bag.

You lost count of how many times the two of you had gone up and down that hill. When you were both finally so tired and cold you were both shivering, Dean decided to call it a day, but you had more fun than you could remember having in a very long time.

"I know it's late afternoon," Dean said as he climbed into Baby's warm interior. "But I could really go for some breakfast for supper."

"Oh man, that sounds amazing," you agree, smiling at him as he pulled onto the main road and headed towards the little Waffle House that was just about three miles from the cabin the two of you were staying at.

Once you were both inside the warm restaurant, a cup of steaming coffee in hand, and your orders placed, you looked over at Dean who was looking through his text messages as he waited on his food.

He looked ten years younger than he did when the two of you got here a few days ago. He was more relaxed, almost like a huge weight had been pulled off of his shoulders. It was the first time you could ever remember Dean being this at ease. You didn't want to go back to life once Christmas was over. You wanted him to have this all of the time, not just for a few days out of the year.

"Sammy and Eileen are going to take a few days to get her moved into the bunker before we get back," he said, putting his phone away into his pocket, and reaching for your hand across the small table. "So when we get back we will have more people living with us again. It's been too quiet around there lately, it will be a nice change."

"So you're okay with a couple of newlyweds hanging around after they tie the knot, being disgustingly cute all over the place?"

Dean laughed in spite of himself, his thumb making little random patterns on the back of your hand.

"Well, we will just have to be as annoyingly cute. Give ‘em a run for their money,” he said with a wink.

A deep blush crept its way up your neck and all the way to the tips of your ears. So there was hope of him still being this close to you after you got home to the bunker?

"I love it when you do that ya know?"

"When I do what?" you asked him.

"Blush, it's adorable."

Well damn if that didn't make it worse, and you hid your face in the bend of your arm. Dean reached across the table pulling your arm away from your face.

"Don't hide from me pretty girl."

Before you could respond the waitress appeared with your food, and Dean's eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning as his pile of food that appeared in front of him.

"So, day 6, what did you think?" he asks, mouth stuffed full of waffles, looking more adorable than a grown man ever had a right to.

"I loved it, it's been years since I'd been sledding."

Dean smiled into his coffee as his eyes stayed trained on yours.

"Good, cause I was a little afraid by now you would be ready to get rid of me," Dean said, eyes still locked on yours.

"What! Hell no! In fact, I don't want to leave!"

The confession slipped out before you could stop yourself. To your surprise, Dean looked relieved.

"You know," Dean said, shifting nervously in his seat. "This doesn't have to end when we go home. I mean, we can still, ya know, spend time together."

The shock must have shown on your face, because Dean scrambled for his words as he reached around the food that was still sitting in front of the two of you, grabbing your hand in his.

"I mean, that's only if you still want to spend time with me. If you haven't noticed, I really, really like you Y/N."

Your mind was reeling. Sure, Dean had kissed you, a lot by now, but you had refused to look too far into it because Dean Winchester, "doesn't do relationships." You were inadvertently trying to protect yourself from impending heartbreak, and you hadn't even realized that until now.

"Dean, I thought you said...I thought l…"

Words failed you, but Dean seemed to catch on to where you were going.

"I know, I said I don't do relationships, but baby things have changed. Chucks gone, Jacks in charge, things are as they should be. I don't have a big target hanging over my head anymore. Being with me isn't a death sentence anymore."

You swallowed hard, your heart was hammering against your rib cage like a jackhammer.

You had always dreamed Dean would notice you, would want to be with you, but you would never let yourself hope it would ever happen.

"Baby, say something, please."

You blinked hard and nodded your head. "I would love that Dean, but only if you're sure you want this."

Dean smiled widely, leaning across the small table and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss that had your toes curling in your boots.

You could almost feel the shift in things between you and Dean, like a promise, or a bond that was formed. It was something you could cling to, almost tangible. As real as Dean's hand that was laced in yours as he made his way back to your little side of Heaven for the night.

He had always had your heart, but knowing you had his? That was the best Christmas present you could ever get and by far the most precious.

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Sledding

Written from the prompt ‘sledding’ for Destiel December 2020 run by @jellydeans and @galaxycastiel. This one’s really cute guys, I apologize if the fluff gives you cavities.

As usual, read below or on ao3!

Word count: 1.5k

“Hurry up, Daddy!” Emma squealed as she started to run towards the sledding hill.

“Hey, slow down!” Dean called after her as he shut the trunk of the car, sled in hand.

Emma paused at the edge of the parking lot, waiting, but clearly already near bursting with excitement. When Dean reached her he held out his hand, Emma stared at it and puffed out her chest.

“I’m a big girl,” she said indignantly.

“I know that princess, but it could be icy and I don’t want you to fall.”

Emma gave Dean’s hand one last glare, as if it had personally offended her, and then relented. Dean held onto her mittened hand and led her across the snowy landscape, towards the big hill that awaited their sledding adventures.

Dean had been right, the snow was crusted with ice at some parts and Emma nearly slipped once but Dean kept her upright. When they reached the bottom of the hill they were faced with the well trodden wood path that would take them to the top of the hill. The path was cleared of snow from all the footprints and the climb was easy, they reached the summit in no time.

As soon as they hit the top, Emma eagerly tore the sled from Dean’s hand and ran up to the edge of the hill. Dean chuckled and stood back to watch his seven year old jump onto the sled and speed down the hill. When Emma came back through the path she was grinning and Dean smiled just at the sight of her.

“Come down with me,” she begged as she tugged at his arm.

Dean chuckled. “I don’t know-” but Emma was determined in her endeavors and his argument about being too old for sledding died on his lips as he let his laughter pull him to the crest of the hill.

“Sit,” Emma ordered, and Dean sat.

Emma crawled onto his lap and then Dean sent them down the hill. The wind carded through his hair and the rush from the dip in the hill settled in his stomach, he laughed and hugged Emma around her shoulders, pulling her farther into his lap as the sled slowed.

“Fun, isn’t it?” Emma crooned.

Dean pressed a kiss to her temple and nodded. “I forgot how fun it was, I don’t think I’ve been sledding since Uncle Sammy was your age.”

Emma beamed at him as she crawled off his lap, leaving Dean to pick up the sled. “Let’s go again!” she shouted. Dean huffed out a breath at how quickly she’d already sprung into action, heading up the path to the top of the hill again; he really was too old for this.

His daughter was waiting patiently for him when he reached her and Dean paused beside her. “I think I’ll pass on this round sweetheart, I need a minute, I’ll go with you next time.”

Emma pouted at him, her eyes pleading like those of a puppy dog, and Dean left himself a mental note to kick Sam’s ass later for teaching her that trick, but he stood his ground and smiled at Emma as he shook his head.

“Not this time, you go ahead.”

Emma’s pout deepened but Dean set the sled down on the ground and Emma climbed inside. “You promise next time you’ll come?” she asked.

“I promise.”

As Emma went off down the hill, a man and a young boy came out of the path, the blue sled the men held glinted in the weak sunlight and Dean watched as the man set it down for the boy.

“Okay Jack,” he said, his voice was deep, not at all how Dean thought he’d would sound.

“It looks scary,” the boy, Jack, said, voice small.

“It’ll be fun,” the man replied as he held the sled steady, “and I’ll be with you.” Jack looked apprehensive and the man reached out to grip him by the shoulders. “We can go back home if you don’t want to do this.”

Jack shook his head vehemently. “No! I want to, I’m ready.”

“Okay,” the man said, but still Jack hesitated.

Emma reappeared at the top of the hill and Dean tore his eyes from the scene in front of him to look at his daughter. “Come on!” Emma panted, out of breath from her run up the hill.

Dean started to follow her but as his boots hit the snow, he slid forward, ice slippery under his feet and he stumbled forward towards the edge of the hill, desperately trying to keep himself from falling.

It did him no good, because at that moment, the man had decided to stand up to help Jack into the sled and Dean careened into him with a yelp, sending them both into the sled which immediately slid down the hill.

The man under him let out a gasp of surprise as their limbs tangled together in an uncomfortable position, Dean with one arm hooked under the man’s armpit and one leg thrown over his body. The sled sped down the hill and neither of them could do anything but wait until it reached the bottom. When it did, Dean instantly pulled himself free and stood up, embarrassment flooding through him.

“I am so sorry!” he said as he reached down to help the man to his feet.

The man chuckled and when he turned to look at Dean, dusting snow from his jacket, Dean was struck by sharp blue eyes and pink cheeks that had been bitten by the cold, his hat was skewed on his head, only one ear buried in its woolen warmth, and he looked absolutely adorable.

“That’s quite alright,” he said in that low rumbling voice of his.

“Still, I warned my daughter it would be slippery and I didn’t heed my own advice,” Dean said with a chuckle as his hand found its way to the back of his neck. “I’m Dean,” he added, holding out his free hand.

“Castiel.”

“Nice to meet you, sorry it was through an unexpected sledding mishap.”

Castiel laughed as he let his hand drop from Dean’s. “I’ve had worse first meetings.”

Dean was spared from asking what could possibly be worse than this when his daughter came to a stop in front of him in her sled. Dean was surprised to see that Jack was sitting behind her, eyes wide from terror and exhilaration.

“See?!” Emma said to him as she climbed off the sled, “it’s fun!”

Jack grinned at her as he stood. “That was fun,” he agreed.

Castiel was looking at Jack with pride and Dean couldn’t help but smile at the eagerness of the two children. “You did it,” Castiel said.

Jack nodded. “I did!” Jack turned to Emma and picked up the sled. “Let’s do it again!”

“Okay!” Emma squealed in excitement as she and Jack barreled back up the hill, their parents forgotten behind them.

“When I became a single father, no one ever told me about how much energy children have. I’m only one person and Emma runs me into the ground,” Dean said as he watched Emma fondly as she picked her way up the hill.

Castiel blinked at him in surprise. “You’re a single father?”

Dean nodded as he returned his gaze to Castiel. “Yeah, Emma’s mother was a one night stand, the story is kind of embarrassing actually, but long story short she told me that I could either take Emma or she was going into the system. So of course I took her, and she’s been my little ray of sunshine ever since, an exhausting ray of sunshine, but she’s mine.”

Castiel smiled softly as Emma and Jack both climbed into the sled at the top of the hill. “I’m a single father too,” he said after a minute.

Dean gaped at him. What were the chances?

“No kidding, really?”

Castiel nodded. “Really. Jack’s mother died in childbirth and I was left to raise him.”

“Oh wow, I’m sorry.”

Castiel’s smile turned sad but he nodded. “Thank you.”

Emma and Jack got to the bottom of the hill again but were instantly up and running back to the top.

Dean cleared his throat and glanced at the ground, hoping that the burn of a blush on his cheeks could pass for the frosty kiss of cold wind instead. “Uh, would you wanna get coffee sometime?”

A smile spread across Castiel’s lips and he nodded. “That would be nice.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, I’d like that.”

“Awesome.”

They exchanged numbers and then made idle chat while they watched their kids continue to go up and down the snow slick hill, and when Emma and Jack had finally had enough, exhausted and numb from cold, Dean bid Castiel farewell with a promise to see each other again soon, and Dean led Emma back to the car.

“Can I hang out with Jack again?” Emma asked as Dean slid into the driver's seat.

“I think that can be arranged,” Dean replied as a small grin tickled his lips.

“Yay!” Emma shouted from the backseat.

As Dean pulled out of the parking lot, his mind wandered to blue eyes and dark hair and he knew that Emma wasn’t going to have to wait to see Jack for very long, Dean was just as eager to see his father.

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mkw-raider · 4 years ago

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Lemon Cake

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Marinette/Chloé pre-relationship christmas bonding

Christmas One Shot Two days before Christmas, Queen Bee noticed Paris was buzzing with energy.

Shops were beginning to close for the night, satisfied customers drifting out into the street as workers cleaned and got ready to go home. Cars were beginning to leave the streets, heading away from the shops and cafes, finally going home. A thin layer of snow had stuck to the ground, and as the night had gotten darker, more snow had begun to fall from the sky above.

Paris was never truly a silent city, but the snow was offering a thin blanket, making the night peaceful even as a group of teens ran yelling and laughing around a street corner, snowballs flying towards the duo in the lead. The group scattered couples and families walking in front of them, but no anger came about. The Holiday season had given the citizens kindness and patience missing from the rest of the year. There hadn’t even been an akuma in the past week, making patrol a very quiet affair. This was of course likely to change at any time, especially on Christmas Eve or Christmas itself, not everyone had a loving family to return to, but for now there was peace.

Eyes drifting from person to person, a hero watched the city of lights begin to glow illuminating the people they could see. A tall man pulling a small child and gift bags behind him in a sled. A mother, wrangling four kids as they tussle with the snow and each other. A young couple slowing every few feet to share a kiss.

If the citizens of Paris lifted their gaze from their phones or last minute presents towards the Eiffel Tower, they might be able to see a splash of yellow above the upper floor. Parisians with keen eyes might even be able to determine the splash of yellow to be the newest member of Team Miraculous, Queen Bee, wrapped in a yellow blanket.

A few hundred metres up, Queen Bee was observing the chilly winter evening in silence. Focusing on the citizens wandering between shops, she was people watching. Watching the citizens she helps protect buy the last of the food they would need for the coming Holiday dinners, the families rushing home to be together, seeing how many people had places to be.

Queen Bee didn’t have anywhere to be tonight. Technically, Chloé Bourgeois needed to be back in time for an early breakfast with her father. While Chloé had plans for the next few days, including a brief morning with her father, they would spend the rest of Christmas Eve appearing at events designed to give the Mayor good press and show how invested he was in the community. For now though, Chloé had no obligations, and until she needed to sleep, observing citizens from above is where she would stay.

The blanket she had wrapped herself in had slid down her shoulders, and as the next winter chill blew by, Chloé brought the warm blanket tighter around her body. She remembered when she had first gotten the blanket. Long after her first attempts at being a hero, but before she had been given a second chance, Chloé had realized she wasn’t the nicest person. No one had been willing to believe her, except for Adrien and, shockingly enough, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Chloé had apologized and done what she could, but it had been Marinette who had convinced people to give her a chance, and it had been Marinette who had included her in the class secret Santa, giving her the handmade blanket.

Though Chloé would admit it only to Adrien and Sabrina, the blanket had made its home on her bed for the entirety of the past year, only moving when Chloé was cold on her balcony, or moments like now, where she wasn’t on patrol but had picked a building high enough she could feel the chill through her suit.

Though the sun had set an hour ago, Chloé could still see families out together. She could see a father and son in a nearby park, using the few inches of snow that had stuck to toss snowballs at each other. From this distance she couldn’t hear anything, she was left to wonder what they were talking about. Maybe they were laughing together, enjoying the company of family, or maybe the father was complimenting the son’s throws, offering advice on where to improve, but still acknowledging his son’s accomplishments. Chloé didn’t think either of her parents had ever taken her to a park. She also couldn’t remember the last time she had gone somewhere with them with the intention to have fun together. As the son threw another snowball, hitting his father in the chest, she watched as the man ran to scoop up his child and throw him in the air. Come to think of it, Chloé couldn’t remember the last time her parents had ever seemed so happy with something she’d done.

A soft crunch behind her had Chloé jerking around while grabbing her trompo, only to see Ladybug standing across from her, two boxes in hand. “It isn’t your patrol tonight, Bee.”

Heart beginning to calm from her small scare, Chloé snorted, “You’re one to talk. It isn’t your patrol either.”

Ladybug came over to sit next to Chloé, and even though Ladybug had a hat and scarf to keep her warm, Chloé opened the blanket as a silent invitation. Setting the boxes on her other side, Ladybug took the blanket and slid closer to Chloé, wrapping the two of them in a little cocoon of warmth.

“A little fox might have told me she had seen a lonely bee up here, and I didn’t want you to be alone.”

Chloé doesn’t really know how to respond to that, so she doesn’t, instead saving that sentence to a little area in her brain for nice things Ladybug has said. She does things like that sometimes. Just says things that Chloé thinks about for weeks to come, like she was thinking of Queen Bee, or she missed her, or she didn’t want her to be alone. Before Chloé had officially joined the team, she had never known this side of Ladybug, only ever seeing the leader and strategist keeping everyone in line. Then everything shifted and Chloé learned that Ladybug cares so much about all of them, about Chat never really wanting to go home, and Rena and Carapace both having to rush off suddenly, Ladybug makes note of it all, the things that go unnoticed by others, and supports them. And then when Chloé least expects it, Ladybug will say something like she’s never meant anything more, and Chloé will think about that moment until it happens again.

She knows if she lets herself, she could spend hours just staring at Ladybug, tracing the line of her jaw, memorizing her lips, learning everything she can, so Chloé forces herself to find the father and son from before. They’ve migrated away from where Chloé had last left them, but they’re still playing together. The son is bringing armful after armful of snow to the father, who squats patiently and rolls snowball after snowball adding to the growing pile next to him. She wonders if this is something that happens often for the family.

Darting her eyes to check on Ladybug, Chloé freezes as their eyes meet for a moment, before Chloé jerks her attention back to the family to hide her blush from Ladybug.

“They’re a cute family, don’t you think?” Ladybug says before resting her head on Chloé’s shoulder.

Chloé thinks she nearly chokes as she manages to get her brain to focus, “Yeah, yup. Cute family.”

Willing herself to relax, Chloé tries not to jostle Ladybug, wanting her to be as comfortable as possible while they resume watching the park below.

What feels like an eternity later, but Chloé knows can really have only been ten minutes, Ladybug stretches herself off and away from Chloé’s shoulder, letting the blanket drop.

Smiling, Ladybug pushes herself into a squat, keeping her mostly on Chloé’s level as she says, “I’ve got to go. Have a good night and stay safe, Bee.” Ladybug moves forward and kisses Chloé’s cheek before pulling away quick enough that Chloé isn’t entirely sure it was real.

A mere moment later and Ladybug jumps off the tower, leaving Chloé alone with her thoughts again. Her cheek, and the side Ladybug had been pressed into, are warm. A reminder of their time together and the closeness Chloé had been allowed to experience.

Ladybug probably had the right idea, heading home. Chloé would follow and leave herself in a few more minutes she just wanted to breathe the air in a little longer. Enjoy the Christmas peace before her next few days became a media spectacle for her father’s Christmas plans.

A smile slid itself across her face as she thought of the feel of Ladybug’s lips against her cheek and she dropped her eyes back to the park. The father and son were still there, but they were both completely covered in snow now. A few remaining snowballs were being flung between them but their stockpile had dwindled and they seemed slower than they were earlier. As she watched, another man approached the pair, holding a bag and what looked to be three drinks. As the group came together, the two men shared a kiss, before the drinks were passed out and the family began to leave the park.

Chloé brought her legs up from where they had been dangling. Swinging them back onto the platform, she nearly knocked over both of the boxes Ladybug had been carrying earlier. There was a slightly smaller navy box on top of a yellow box, and Chloé could recognize the gold lettering signifying the navy box was from Tom and Sabine’s bakery. There was a note on top that simply said ‘Bee’ with Ladybug’s symbol scrawled in the corner. Chloé decided to open that one first.

Delicately lifting the lid, Chloé found a slice of lemon cake resting inside. There was a bamboo fork inside as well, which made Chloé smile. Marinette had been very vocally trying to convince her parents to make the switch from plastic to something more reusable, and she kept a stockpile on hand to fill orders for friends or people who requested it.

Chloé closed the lid and moved towards the other box. Wrapped in simple yellow paper, there was another note on the top, though this one had ‘Chloé’ written instead. Tearing through the paper, Chloé opened the plain box inside to reveal a soft looking yellow knit cap. There was another note inside, clearly written by Ladybug. On the note was just a few sentences, ‘I know you’ve been looking for a hat, so I took care of it. I hope you like it, because I know it’s going to look amazing on you.’

There had been a heart scrawled on the bottom of the note, that Chloé had blushed at as soon as she noticed.

Packing her cake box, into the larger box, Chloé collected her things and slid the hat onto her head. Christmas wasn’t always the easiest season for her, but Ladybug and her friends had been supporting her through the last few Christmases, making everything just a little easier on her. Now she had a treat for later, something to keep her head warm, and thanks to Marinette’s gift earlier in the week, matching yellow gloves to warm her hands as well.

Smiling out towards her city, Chloé jumped from the Eiffel Tower, yelling “Merry Christmas, Paris!” as she fell.

#chloe bourgeois #marinette dupain cheng #chlonette #ladybee #mlb #miraculous ladybug #thanks for reading

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keelywolfe · 4 years ago

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FIC: Welcome To Backwater ch.5 (spicyhoney)

Summary: Stretch is only trying to help, but maybe it's better to listen to the locals, especially when you're from far out of town.

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Read Chapter Five on AO3

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By the time Red took over at the store for Stretch every day, the sun was at its peak, pouring down waves of heat to bake into the asphalt and the hardpacked ground. It made the whole town look like a sepia-tinted photograph with the old storefronts and their peeling paint, the dust kicking up with every step a person took in little clouds around their feet.

About the only thing that was truly green around was the cornfields, the sudden burst of color so sharp after looking at the monochrome town it almost ached. In a bizarre way, it reminded Stretch of Snowdin, of days spent in nothing but blinding whiteness only broken by the desperate cheer of Gyftmas lights.

A flip-flop from cold to heat was all, and neither temperature was preferable to him. Stretch dealt with the hot the same way he had the chill; by trying to stay out of it.

Still, a guy did need a little fresh air now and again, and after hitting up the movie theater, he’d started taking walks down the main road into town in the late afternoon before wandering back to the store for dinner. The road wasn’t a busy one, mostly pickup trucks and family vans, with the occasional bus coming through the same way as the one that brought him. Taking a pitstop for gas and grub then off again, only none of those riders decided to hop off and stay awhile. Not yet, anyway.

There was no sidewalk, only a narrow line of dirt running down the outside of the crumbling asphalt between it and the yellowed grass, and that was where he walked. Not any faster than a casual stroll, he wasn’t training for a marathon here. Sometimes he smoked and sometimes he didn’t, tucked his hands into his pockets and walking in the liminal space between the road and the corn, waving at anyone who waved to him. Most of the cars and trucks did, small-town friendly as they went to the store or the bar or to ‘Mamas’.

Stretch wasn’t a farming sort of guy, he didn’t know thing one about no plants, much less the huge fields surrounding the town. On his list of new things he was learning was that corn was really loud. Like, really. The slightest breeze sent a cascading wave of rustling next to him and he listened to that rather than any music, absently wishing that any cooling puff of air would make it over to the road just once to bless his sweating face.

Kids were usually out about the same time, either taking advantage of sunny days before school started again or maybe kicked out by the parents they’d been driving nuts the rest of the day. They tooled around on bicycles and dragged along old, rusty red wagons inherited from older siblings with ‘Radio Flyer’ still barely legible along the sides. Those wagons often turned into mobile lemonade stands and Stretch had already been suckered out of a few quarters for a cup or two. He knew now that the little twins with their hair up in fuzzy little ponytails were his go-to providers for a nice, cooling drink that was just tart enough to perk up your mouth and to avoid the kid with the gap-tooth smile and his little brother unless he only wanted to make a donation to their new bike fund because those little swindlers sometimes forgot to add sugar.

No one was selling lemonade today, though. All the kids were gathered together in a large clearing on one side of the road. Long use had worn the shorn, yellowed grass down to the dirt and created a rough baseball diamond, and it looked like every kid in town was playing, from the little kids with a thumb still stuck in their mouth to the older ones patiently showing their little siblings how to hold the bat.

It was cute, really. Baseball wasn’t a thing in Snowdin, not much chance of rounding the bases through a foot of snow, but the Monster kids had gone sledding together and had snowball fights.

The laughter Stretch remembered from those days sounded exactly the same as that coming from the field and hearing that little commonality felt kinda good. Maybe when more time passed, some of the more bitter Humans back in Ebott would hear it, too.

Some of the kids waved at him as Stretch walked past and he waved back, recognizing some of the grinning faces and skinned knees as kiddos who’d stopped in at the store to raid the candy shelf. He didn’t get too far down the road when he heard the crack of the bat against the ball, sudden shouts rising, and he turned to see the baseball soaring overhead. Right into the cornfield next to him, landing unseen with a loud ‘thwack!’ into the dirt.

Welp, just as well it hadn’t gone right for him. Even if he’d tried to catch it, hard baseball against a skinless hand made for broken fingers. Plus, there was no way in hell he’d’ve been able to catch it, as if, he stumbled over his own stupid feet sometimes. The only sport Stretch played was competitive napping and at that, he was a pro.

But there was no reason to make one of the kids run all the way over here for the ball. He could probably manage to throw it back. Probably.

He took a detour off the road towards the field, calling to the kids who were already jogging his way, "i'll get it!"

“Mister, wait!” a tall boy called, legs churning as he ran.

Another kid was with him, dashing towards him, “Don’t go!”

He didn't pay those calls much mind; he'd heard where the ball landed, he could get it before they even got over here to start the search. Stretch pushed his way through the first row of tall green stalks and stepped into the field.

His shoes sank into the soft, damp soil, huh, weird that it was so wet in here when everywhere else was as dry as, well, dirt. Farmer kept up with the irrigation, for sure. He pushed through the stalks towards where he’d heard the ball hit, eyes on the dark soil, looking for the odd man out of a round white ball and its stark red stitches.

Long minutes passed as he searched and Stretch was starting to get confused. Stretch wasn’t any kind of marksman or whatever, but he’d heard the ball hit the dirt close by, it should’ve been right around here. He went a little further, careful not to break any stalks as he navigated through them and still, there was nothing but corn. That loud rustling he’d heard from the road was different out here in the field, moving all around him it an endless, whispering tide.

Okay, fuck this. Being here alone in the cornfield was starting to give him the crawling creeps. He wasn’t really superstitious and he’d only been joking about vampires with Red, but even the sunshine seemed lessened in here, dimmed by the leaves crackling overhead. It was creepy as hell and the corn was higher than he’d first thought, leaves as rough as a cat's tongue wavering high over his head. They seemed to grab onto his shirt, abrading softly against the bare bones of his legs exposed by his shorts. The stalks grew so close together they were holding him back, and how the hell did he get this far in, anyway, he couldn’t even see the road anymore.

Stretch did an about face, right back towards town. Hell with it, time to get reinforcements and if anyone thought he was a pussy, he’d happily give them a meow.

He headed towards where he could hear the kids shouting for him, struggling through the rows, but he didn’t seem to be get any closer. Which was impossible, okay, he didn't go that far in, he couldn't have, not in only a few minutes. He swore he was going straight, but maybe so many rows of corn distorted the sound. The shouts of the kids kept moving, to the left, to the right. Clods of soft, black dirt clung to his sneakers, dragging him down with each step and his hands felt rubbed raw from pushing through the leaves.

Town was right over there, had to be, but panic was starting to take hold. Stretch tried to go faster, but it wasn’t like there was anywhere to go, the corn was closed in all around him, that whispering getting louder, echoing inside his skull. Cornsilk clung to his clothes, the tangled strands itching on his bare legs like jellyfish tentacles on dry land. Leaves tried to poke into his sockets, threatening to blind him as he pushed through, wetness from torn shoots slicking his hands in sticky juices.

He stumbled into a clearing so suddenly he nearly fell, the ground tamped down and dry in a large circle. Crop circle, aliens, his mind whispered, but in the center was a raggedy scarecrow, arms spread wide on its t-shaped post like a crucifixion. Its face was a burlap sack, its jagged grin and dark eyes dabbed on with greasepaint and straw billowing from its sleeves and stuffed pantlegs.

“what the hell,” Stretch muttered. Looking at that thing sent a shiver of the creeps crawling up his spine and he turned away from it, looked around the clearing as he tried to get his bearings. Now that he was out of the corn, he was calming a little, which was good because if Red had to get a search party together to find him out here in the field right by the damn road, he was never gonna hear the end of it.

There.

Overtop the tall, rustling stalks, he could just barely see the church steeple. It looked much farther away than it should’ve been. Had he been going in entirely the wrong direction? The echo of the shouts leading him further away from town rather than towards it?

What the fuck ever, he was done with corn, he wasn’t even going to add Fritos to any current snack menus.

Stretch pulled up the front of his t-shirt, trying to pick strands of cornsilk off fruitlessly. He gave up and instead used the hem to wipe at his damp face while he worked up the motivation to venture back into the corn. He glanced absently back at the scarecrow and all the hot sweat on his bones went abruptly cold, chilling him right down to the marrow.

The scarecrow was looking at him.

It wasn’t possible, stupid to even think it, but it was true. The sagging sack of its head was lifted, its chin no longer resting on its non-existent collarbone, it was raised, and those dark, paint-smeary eyes were pointed at him. Staring at him.

Stretch couldn’t move, standing frozen as his terror warred with his practicality. His soggy sneakers leaked filthy wetness onto the dry dirt as he stared at the scarecrow, who stared back. He watched as a straw-filled glove twitched, seemed to move on its wooden post and that was the wind, his jibbering mind told him, had to be, it was only the wind making it twitch like it was alive, the same way it sent the corn rustling, but his burgeoning fear didn’t give a shit, told his practicality to go fuck itself and ordered him to run.

Stretch turned away and bolted back into the wall of green, fighting his way through the corn stalks as he headed towards the church steeple that he couldn’t see anymore over the towering shoots. Black muck grabbed at his shoes, threatening to yank them off, every step felt like quicksand and he still tried to run. There were no shadows, not even here in the deep green but it felt like one was over him anyway, covering him, coming up from behind.

Something snarled around his ankle, caught hold and held, and Stretch went sprawling. He fell hard, face-first into the corn and dirt, and even then he didn’t stop. He rolled over, kicking frantically as he tried to free himself, his soul pounding in his chest and throbbing inside his skull, eclipsing the faint sob that escaped him as he saw it.

The scarecrow, walking towards him on unsteady, boneless legs and reaching out with those filthy, straw-filled gloves. Stretch couldn’t get loose, the corn was tangled around his legs and he was face-to-face with those dark, blank eyes, the rough weave of its sack face looming ever closer. He threw up his own stinging hands, soul aching as his magic sputtered uselessly and even now it refused him, left nothing but a scorched gagging taste on the back of his tongue.

“Hey, there, you okay?”

It took a long time for the scratchy words to filter through his blistering panic and by then the scarecrow was crouched at his feet, helping to tear away the tangle of leaves around them.

”i…yes?” Stretch said blankly. He had no idea if it were true. He felt like he still had about a years’ worth of adrenaline running through his mana lines, legs jittery and ready to send him sprinting off again until he hit town. Maybe even the next town over.

"Nothin' broken?" it…he?...persisted. Carefully, he helped Stretch to his wobbly feet, dusting away the clinging cornsilk and dirt while Stretch tried to convince his unsteady knees to hold him. "Jeezum crow, you sure did take a bad tumble! Why’d ya run off like that, I thought ya might be lost!”

“i am,” Stretch said faintly, “lost. yes. i’m lost.” At that moment in more ways than one, but then, that’d been true before he even stepped off the bus.

“Yeah, easy to get turned around in the fields,” the scarecrow nodded sagely. His voice was strange, hardly more than a croaky rasp and his mouth didn’t move. The words seemed to drop right out into the air between them. He pushed back his straw hat with a limp, floppy hand and more straw poked out of its sleeve, one piece working its way free to float lazily to the ground. “The corn gets lonely sometimes.”

“the corn,” Stretch repeated weakly.

“It don’t mean no harm, though!" The scarecrow turned away and gave his denim-clad backside a scratch, limp fingers folding against the heavy cloth as he hollered, "Now you all git on back and let him head into town, you hear me?”

The corn rustled unhappily but the stalks seemed to visibly shift, settled back into proper rows and Stretch could see more clearly now, all the way back to town. The children standing outside the cornfield, still waving and yelling in his direction.

“There ya go!” The jagged, greasepaint grin that had seemed so sinister before now only seemed like a crooked smile. “You go on back to town, now, corn’ll behave for ya.”

“thank you,” Stretch said. It seemed like the thing to say when a strange scarecrow rescued you from lonely corn. He took one unsteady step, another, and the corn didn’t try to stop him, of course it wouldn’t, it was corn, it wasn’t like it could…it wasn’t…

It didn’t take him long to get back to the side of the road this time and as soon as Stretch stepped out of the cornfield the children were on him, a rabble of high-pitched voices all asking him the same thing.

“You okay, mister?”

“Jeepers, dontcha know not to run into the corn like that!”

“Good way to miss supper time!” That came in unison from the twins, their dark brown eyes wide and very concerned that he might not have a good meal tonight.

“You coulda been stuck all day!”

“i’m okay,” Stretch managed. He still wasn’t sure if it was true. He looked down at his clothes, filthy with dirt and strands of cornsilk. He held out his hands, spreading his thin fingers and distantly watched the way they trembled. There was soil ground into his knuckles, grimy and dark. "guess i’m not used to corn.”

"Yeah, out of towners wander in sometimes," one of the taller kids said, with all the world-weary wisdom he'd attained in his decade of life. "Don’t you worry, though, Edgar Allen won't let you get too lost."

"edgar allen?" Stretch repeated blankly. He was starting to feel like a broken record, skipping all over the place and out of tune.

That earned him another exasperated look, given in unison from all the children. One of the little ones piped up, "The scarecrow, a'course!"

"of course." Of course the scarecrow’s name was Edgar Allen, of course it was, what else made sense?

Red warned him about the woods, maybe he should've given the corn fields a passing mention, or at least a fucking footnote in his little ‘welcome to town’ chat.

From behind came a sudden rustle of leaves and Stretch jumped, his barely stifled panic roaring back to life as he whirled around. He nearly fell on his ass even as he automatically flung his arms out, trying to keep the kids behind him.

From out of the tall stalks of corn came a small white blur, headed right for them It rolled to a stop just shy of his feet, round and ordinary, still smudged with dirt.

The baseball.

One of the kids picked it up nonchalantly, not a single one of them alarmed or even a trifle uneasy. Not unless you counted the way they were looking at him.

Stretch’s legs were tired, but they were all he had to carry him in a slow, shuffling stagger into town. All the kids clustered around him, dusty little birds chirping their concern as they walked along beside him. Worried about him maybe, or curious to see what other stupidity the outsider could manage today and fuck knew that this time if one of them shouted stop, Stretch was going to stop, stop and listen.

Right now that felt like about all he could manage, his skull felt like it was stuffed with—

(straw)

--cotton wool. All he wanted a to sit down someplace cool with someone older than the age of ten who might be able to answer the question that was standing out stark in his thoughts: what the fuck was going on in this place?

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tbc

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #welcome to backwater

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brain-deadx0 · 4 years ago

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Frozen Heart ch 6

Chapter one: Do you Wanna Build a Snowman

Chapter two: For the First Time in Forever

Chapter three: Love is...

Chapter four: ... an Open Door

Chapter five: Let it Go

Chapter Six: Reindeers are better than people

Warnings: Innuendos, remus isn’t too bad in this one but let me know to tag

Patton was thankful that whoever set the trap had used so many branches. He was able to get a decent fire going and he even managed to get some sleep in between stoking it. It wasn’t very restful but there wasn’t much he could do about it. He was in the middle of dozing again when he heard what sounded like someone trudging through the snow towards him.

“Well at least I caught dinner.” He heard a voice mumble.

“Hello? Is someone up there?” He called.

The footsteps paused for a moment, “That’s not what dinner sounds like.” The voice said before the crunching of snow started again. A moment later a head appeared over the rim of the hole.

The man’s look of confusion quickly shifted into a smile, “Well you might not be dinner, but you sure are a snack.”

Patton… wasn’t sure what to make of that statement. He hoped it was a joke, but come on. He wasn’t that short.

“I’d rather you not eat me actually.” Patton told him with a nervous smile.

“Aw, but you look so tasty.” The man grinned as he sat crisscrossed next to the hole, “So what’s a guy like you doing in a hole like this?”

“I’m looking for my brother. You haven’t happened to see anyone else up here have you?”

“Nope. ‘Fraid the only one I’ve caught today was you. But if all the guys who come up here look like you, maybe I should be digging more holes.” The man shot him a wink.

Ok so he was joking.

“I’m Patton by the way.”

“Nice to meet you patty-cake, I’m Remus.” The mustachioed man told him before extending a hand.

Without thinking Patton reached to shake the offered hand before suddenly being pulled out of the hole.

“Oh. Thank you.” Patton told him as he moved to a sitting position from his new place on the ground, “Uh… sorry about your trap by the way.” He said when he looked back at the now empty hole.

“Eh, don’t worry about it.” Remus shrugged, “Resetting them is the easy part. Now if you had refilled the hole then we’d have some problems. Besides it’s not like I marked the area. No one comes way out here unless they got lost on the way to the trading post. And that’s down the mountain a ways.”

“I didn’t know there was a trading post up here.”

“And I thought I lived under a rock.” Remus snorted, “That place is the closest thing to a tourist center there is up here. They even added a sauna a couple years ago. Probably coming in handy right about now with the freak snow storm.”

“Oh! Speaking of, you wouldn’t happen to notice anything, uh, magical about the storm would you?” Patton asked.

Remus raised an eyebrow, “Other than appearing out of nowhere during the wrong season?”

“Yeah… Arendelle kinda sorta got thrown into a magic winter.”

“Ooo do tell.” Remus leaned in.

Patton leaned back slightly at the sudden encroachment of his personal bubble, “Well…”

“So you pissed your brother off and both of you decided the best idea was to run into the mountains with no plan?” Remus asked when the apparent prince of the country finished.

“Well I don’t know about him, but I had a plan.”

“Which was?”

“Find Logan and bring him home.”

Now normally Remus was all for winging it, but even he knew to pick his battles. And the mountain in winter was not a battle to take lightly. Plus the prince was pretty cute so…

“Want me to help?”

The princes face lit up, “Really?”

“Sure. I know the mountain better than anyone and have plenty of supplies on my sled.” He motioned to the small sled he’d packed this morning when he first began to curse the snow, “Not to mention, I wouldn’t want you in anyone else’s hole.” He winked.

Patton giggled and Remus had the feeling that one went over his head as well, “No I suppose not.” Patton told him.

Remus stood and brushed the snow off his pants before helping Patton to his feet. “So, any ideas on how to find your ice making brother?” He asked as he moved to grab the pull rope.

“Well… um… there will probably be... snow..?” Patton said nervously.

“Well guess we’re on the right track.” Remus said as he looked around, “... Give me a minute.”

He walked over to the tallest nearby tree and started climbing.

Patton watched as the man scurried up the tree and disappeared into the branches, “...Remus?”

While Remus was doing… something… Patton took the opportunity to look around. The forest looked much different during the day. And with a thick layer of fresh snow it actually looked really pretty.

Patton screamed as something large fell out of the sky in front of him.

“Remus?! Are you ok?!” He asked when he recognized the something.

Remus sat up and shook the snow off of himself, “Whew, that was fun.” He beamed before standing up.

“Are you alright?” Patton asked again.

“Oh yeah. Jumping out of trees is a piece of cake. All the snow just means I can jump from higher.”

“What were you even doing up there?”

“Looking around. Just seeing what I can tree.” Remus grinned.

Patton lit up at the pun, “It’s always good to branch out.” He told him.

“Yep and I think I found the root of the problem. I saw something weird up on the north peak.”

“Really?” Patton asked hopefully, “What was it?”

“Not entirely sure what, but considering there’s a rouge prince with magic running around it probably has something to do with him.”

“Well then, the north peak is where we’re heading.” Patton told him, “It’s this way right?” He asked as he pointed north.

“Close.” Remus told him before moving Patton’s arm, “It’s that way.”

Patton looked up, where he was now pointing, to see the part of the mountain still below the cloud line. That… that was gonna be a long journey by foot.

…

The two of them had been walking for a while before Remus spoke, “So Patton, what’s civilization been up to?”

“Civilization?” The Prince asked in confusion.

“Yep. I get out plenty it’s the getting in that I don’t do.” Remus told him, “What’s going on in inner Arendelle?”

“Oh, well I’ve never really been outside of the castle before today so I don’t know all that much.” He admitted.

“Meh, I’m not choosy in information. None of it really effects anything up here anyway.” Remus told him, “What about in the castle?”

“Oh, well yesterday was really fun, until, you know, but the castle gates were opened for the first time since I was a little kid!” The prince was practically bouncing from his excitement, “There was a ball and I spent pretty much all of it with my new fiancé. We danced, and ate sweets, and I showed him around the castle, and we even went sock sliding which was really fun.”

“So how long have you known the guy?” Remus asked.

“We met at the ball.”

“I guess it’s always nice when those arranged marriages work out.”

“Oh it’s not an arranged marriage.” Patton told him.

That made Remus pause, “... It’s not?”

“Of course not.”

“I thought you said you met, like yesterday?”

“We did.”

“Oh. Guess I misheard earlier.”

“When?”

“Oh I thought you said he was your new fiancé or something.” Remus laughed.

“He is my fiancé.” Patton told him.

“Wait wait wait… so you knew this guy for a day, interacted with him for less than twenty four hours, and then decided to marry him?”

“Yeah.”

“You can’t marry someone you just met like that!” Remus told him, “Didn’t your parents ever warn you about strangers?”

Patton eyed him for a moment before taking a step to the side, putting more space between them, “Yes they did…”

“Then why are you marrying one? One night stands are one thing but marriage?!”

“What do nightstands have to do with anything?” Patton asked in confusion, “Besides Roman isn’t a stranger.”

“Oh yeah? What’s his favorite food?”

“Cookies.”

“Best friends name?”

“Probably John.”

“Eye color?”

“Dreamy.” Patton sighed.

“Foot size?”

“Size doesn’t matter.”

Remus almost choaked in that one which only got a confused look from Patton. So he moved on. “Have you even had a meal with him yet? Like a full meal? What if you hate the way he eats? What if you hate what he eats? He could enjoy boiled sardine sandwiches and demand them every night?”

“Ew.” Patton shook his head, “Look it doesn’t matter. It’s true love.”

“Oh, yeah, definitely. Totally fine to marry someone you don’t even know the last name of.”

“Of course I know his last name it’s… Of-the-southern-isles…”

“Oh yeah that’s true.” Remus told him sarcastically, “That’s a place not a name.”

“Lots of royalty have the same last name as their country.” Patton told him.

“Let me guess? He told you he’s some prince from a faraway land?”

“He is a prince! He’s Prince Roman of the Southern Isles, thirteenth in-line for the throan.”

Remus froze, “... What?”

“Prince Roman of the Southern Isles.”

“... Meh.” Remus said before starting for the peak again, “Never heard of him. Still say you can’t marry someone you just met though.”

“You can if it’s true love.” Patton told him.

Remus rolled his eyes but let the subject drop. He couldn’t focus on an argument anymore anyway…

#frozen heart #brain dead writes #frozen au #sanders sides #fan fiction #ts Patton #ts Remus

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misssunflowersandsangria · 4 years ago

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Please Have Snow and Mistletoe- Chapter 2

My deers!! How are you my loves? Thank you for letting me share this story with you. I mentioned in a comment that I’m not a huge fan of cheesy Christmas movies but I love reading them lol and apparently writing them haha. So for this chapter, we have more snowy fluff and some InoShikaCho interactions. Hope you all like it! If you haven’t read the previous chapter I have them linked below :D

Summary: Memories are made while the snowflakes fall.

Chapter 2: A Scene from a Snowglobe

Temari’s eyes took in the pristine glittering white snow from outside their window. She’d woken up that morning wrapped around Shikamaru and despite her embarrassment, she continued to cling to him. He was just so warm and she was committed to her role as the loving girlfriend. If Shikamaru minded he didn’t mention it when he woke up.

Even though she knew that she was awake, being there felt like a Winter dream.

Last night had introduced her to all the key players. Today would be the real test of whether they could pull off being a happy couple. At breakfast, Yoshino wrapped her in tight as though she was thankful that he hadn’t disappeared in the snow. The Nara matriarch could be demanding and Shikamaru complained that she was a nag but Temari admired her. She loved her family and would do anything for them. Shikaku was more laid back, calm, and collected. But he was strong and wise. The Naras remained powerful and successful because of his leadership. Shikamaru was made up of the best part of his parents.

The day would be a whirlwind of events and activities but she looked forward to what the day would bring.

“I��m sorry I didn’t think ahead. We’ll have some things shipped tonight for you.” The clothes that she’d brought along weren’t quite suited for snowy weather. She had a pair of long pants and a sweater to wear for the day.

Shikamaru placed an old snow jacket over her shoulders. The coat had completely swallowed her up but she looked adorable drowning in the fabric.

“It’s okay Shikamaru, I think that this should suffice. So what are we doing today?”

He grinned adjusting the hood over her head. “You’ll see.”

—

Temari panted hiding behind a tree. They took this snowball fight far more seriously than she could have imagined. And she absolutely loved it. Everyone in this family was far too competitive and she fit right in.

There were only a few minutes left and she’d managed to get everyone with a snowball except one.

“I hear you.” Temari turned and both she and Shikamaru had a snowball poised and ready to be thrown. She lowered her hand before she felt the snowball hit her arm.

“I can’t believe you threw that at me!” He just laughed at the incredulous look on her face.

“Loosen up my dear girlfriend.” Surprising him she lunged forward and tackled him into the snow. He just laughed, grabbing at the snow below them and raining it over her. Temari laughed breathlessly as they wrestled in the powder of white. She fought valiantly until he got the upper hand and was straddling her waist. Holding his weight above her, her back pressed into the snow.

“I think that I won.” He teased her with a handsome grin. His hands held her wrists above her head.

“Is that right?” She breathed looking up at him. She noticed a strange shift in his eyes as he began to lean forward. Her eyes fell close before she felt her hands suddenly become free.

“Shikaku! They were having a moment.” Yoshino scolded her husband who had just thrown a snowball at their sons back

“He should know better! No time for flirting!” Temari laughed seeing Shikamaru chase after his father

“Let’s go Temari. Shikaku will be annoyed if Inoichi wins.” Yoshino offered her hand to help her up.

By the end, there was no clear winner. Apparently, there never was. Their parents would just argue about which family won while they warmed up in the Yamanaka home.

Before ducking inside they built snowmen and made misshapen snow angels. Sledding and more snowballs, all the fun you could possibly have in the snow.

Her fingers were frozen and her cheeks and nose had turned red but Temari refused to go inside too quickly. Everyone else had gone in but Shikamaru remained there with her to help finish building their snowman.

“Oh no, he looks terrible.” She pouted taking in the pile of snow that could hardly be considered a snowman.

“It was much more difficult than movies make it seem.” The “snowman” was an abomination in comparison to the one that Sai and Ino had made. She couldn’t compete with Ino’s sheer determination and Sai’s artistic abilities.

“It’s okay Tem, let me make a few adjustments.” Shikamaru took off his scarf to wrap around its neck. Added more snow and adjusted his arms and eyes

“There, now he’s perfect because we made it together.” She smiled at how easily he indulged her, letting her experience all of this as much or as little as she wanted.

She pushed aside the memory of their interlude during the snowball fight. He wasn’t trying to kiss her. That wasn’t what that was. Maybe they both were just caught up in the moment.

They took pictures out there in the crystalline white, their snowman between them. It was practically imperfect in every way and yet it was just right for them.

“Look how cute you are.”

Temari grinned seeing a photo of a young Shikamaru, Ino, and Chouji playing out in the snow. She took an offered cup of steaming hot chocolate from Shikamaru.

“You’re lucky that you have all this Shikamaru.”

“I agree. I don’t have siblings so I’m thankful that I have the two of them at least.” Seeing those snapshots was just a reminder of the memories he was no longer making. He’d become so wrapped up in his own life and career.

“What was it like growing up with your brothers.”

“They’re the best, as annoying and obnoxious as little brothers could be but I love them. I always had a partner in crime. Being away from them this year has been tough so I’m thankful that I’ll be seeing them soon. Christmases together were always the best. Loud, chaotic but we were together so it was peaceful in a weird way. I think they would love all the things your family does together.”

She knew that it was a foolish statement. Their agreement would be over in a few days. It was silly to imagine integrating her family and traditions with the Naras.

He remained silent, unsure of how to respond. There was a part of Shikamaru that wanted to assure her that they could be part of it next year. That his mother would be delighted to have even more people around, especially if it was her family.

That wasn’t what their arrangement entailed though.

Instead, he took her hand in his. “Come on, movie time.”

They settled into the plush chairs in the Yamanaka theater room. She tried not to gawk at how ridiculously wealthy they all were.

“Here Temari, Karui, and I made the snacks for tonight.” Chouji handed her a large assortment of snacks and treats.

“Appreciate it, Chouji doesn’t share his snacks with just anyone,” Karui informed her with a grin.

“Then thank you Chouji, I’m honored.”

Before the movie started Shikamaru’s arm wrapped easily around her. She automatically leaned into him a shared blanket over them. This was all to prove themselves a happy couple right?

“So you’d do this every year?”

“Yes, up until the last few years, especially when we were kids. It was more eating snacks and me sleeping than actually watching the movies but it became a tradition of ours.”

“My brothers and I would do this all the time too. If one of us were watching a movie, we would just naturally gravitate towards each other.” Them being together, it didn't matter what they were doing, it was enough.

“You’re really close to them?”

“I’d say so.”

“Think that they’d like me?”

She smiled to herself thinking about what her brothers' reaction to Shikamaru might be. “Of course my dear boyfriend. Gaara for sure, Kankuro would be an annoying prick about everything but I’m sure at some point he’d warm up to you too.”

“That actually makes me really happy to hear.” He admitted.

“Temari! Bring them next year!” Ino interjected hearing their conversation.

“Ino!”

She ignored Shikamaru’s protest. “They’d love it. More people to torture our beloved Shikamaru.”

“Ino they have their own holiday activities.” He tried to explain without revealing why that wouldn’t be possible.

She wasn’t pleased with the response but nodded. “Okay, but we have to meet them soon okay Temari?”

She nodded with a soft smile. “Sure Ino, I think they’d be happy to meet you all.”

They all settled back down as the movie played. Temari picked at her nails anxiously. It should have been enough to just learn about his life and family. Now having hers being brought up was increasing the stakes and complexity of this situation.

But when Shikamaru placed a steady hand over hers and pulled her further into his chest the worries melted away.

Shikamaru was hers for just a few more days then they’d go off to live their separate lives. Just how it should be.

Her eyes though lingered on their intertwined hands. Praying that at the end of this her heart would come out whole.

The levity of familiar holiday classics eased any tension they felt. She was just enjoying movies and snacks with her friends and “boyfriend.” Something nice and simple.

“Lay down Tem, it’s okay,” Shikamaru told her softly. She nodded surprised that he noticed her dozing off. She rested her head on his lap. He gently ran his finger through her blonde locks as her eyes fluttered closed. He smiled remembering how happy and carefree she was playing in the snow. The image of her with apple colored cheeks and snowflake kissed hair would forever remain in his memory. If that errant snowball hadn’t hit him, would he have kissed her?

Shikamaru could feel his blonde friend's eyes boring into him. “What Ino?”

“Nothing, it’s just nice to see you all coupled up. Your mother and I almost died when you told us you were bringing home a girl. Part of me thought that she’d just be some hired actress you brought along to get us off your back. But the way that you two interact, how you look at her. This is real. Now someone else can worry about your dumbass.”

He glanced down at Temari’s peaceful form. How tightly she clung to him even while sleeping. “I guess we both just got lucky.”

“You don’t believe in luck.”

“She made me believe in it.”

His friends were stunned speechless by the simple comment.

“Whoever thought that Nara Shikamaru would be such a romantic. When you two get married your mother is going to be ridiculous.” Chouji teased him already imagining the Nara matriarch on an absolute tear.

Shikamaru’s eyes shot wide open at the statement. “Married?”

Ino laughed off his surprised look. “Of course! Then babies, the next generation of InoShikaCho!”

The other couples began to chat excitedly about the prospects of weddings and babies. The talk was to be expected now that he’d brought someone home. For generations, their families had shared weird traditions one of which was having kids all around the same ages. Part of him knew that Ino and Chouji were both waiting for him before they could start their own families.

He never thought about just how much of an impact bringing someone home would have. So many hopes were being raised and soon they’d come crashing down once he and Temari “broke up.”

Maybe after all of this, he’d eventually find someone but that person wouldn’t be Temari. And the idea felt utterly disappointing. He couldn’t imagine his family welcoming someone else so easily. He doubted that anyone would ever measure up.

So he just held onto her. That inevitable future would come but he still had her at least for right now.

That night Temari laid in bed restless and awake. She wasn’t sure what happened when she’d fallen asleep during the movie but Shikamaru seemed a little more distant when she woke.

That should have been okay. This was just a business arrangement but the cool way he regarded her for the latter part of the evening stung. His family didn’t seem to notice the change but she did. They still had two more days together and she didn’t know if she could handle him keeping her at arms distance.

Surprising her his voice range clearly in the darkness. “Come here Tem.” His strong arms drew her in and her head settled against his heart. His warm hand cradled her head as he placed a kiss against the top of her head.

“We’re okay.”

She bit back her smile of relief and nodded against his chest. His heartbeat steady and strong against her ear.

Whatever this was, however it all ended, it would be okay.

Please Have Snow and Mistletoe

Chapter 1: Flight 4XMAS

Chapter 2: A Scene from a Snowglobe

Shikamaru, lies have consequences...Does anyone else play Animal Crossing? It’s so hard to make a snowperson!!! It doesn’t snow where I live so it’s something that seems so magical and wonderful to me. Oh to play in the snow with your rich “boyfriend.” If you’ve read any of my stories before then you know that I love the giving your love interest something of yours to wear trope. Okie, the next chapter out tomorrow or today depending on your time zone. Thanks again for all your love and support. Love you my pretty deers!

@wargraymon0709 :D

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seasonal-shifts-au-fanartfunart · 5 years ago

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Father Christmas-Father Winter

We interrupt our regularly scheduled asks for a Christmas fic because A) inspiration from one of @marvelfangeek09‘s comments: #also i know youre joking but i have NO DOUBT that patton dressed up as santa and magicked a bunch of presents into peoples houses and B) I literally got kinda excited about the Tiniest little inch of snow on the ground this morning. and I’m gonna call this my summery.

Words: 1590~

Warnings: Look. Everything Winter!Patton related tends to get a bit melancholy at the end, I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I promise, this was supposed to just be cute and fluffy. Tell me if there’s anything I need to note.

Patton knew Good ‘Ol Saint Nick. He even still had the little cloak the man had given him. It was obviously too small for him to wear now, but, he still kept it in his room. (He knew exactly where it was too, it was folded neatly in a keepsake chest that he’d decorated to mimic a wrapped present with a little bow). Either way- Patton knew Saint Nicolas, so he didn’t mind that the little presents got attributed to him now. Besides, if he let everybody know it was him, the whole thing wouldn’t be half as rewarding or fun.

He did, however, miss when kids asked for things he could like... actually make.

“What even IS that,” He whispered, staring at the letter. “Ok, ok- um, maybe she’ll like... maybe a rocking horse? ah- no that’d be too big, I don’t think the parents would forget that- A doll is always a safe bet-”

“Santa?”

Patton stiffened. This is what he gets for talking to himself. Patton turned, smiling at the little girl as he leaned down to her level. “Hello little miss- uh-” he spared a glance to the letter, “Miss Jemima, is it? Whatever are you doing up?”

She tilted her head, “You’re younger than I thought.”

Patton smiled, nose crinkling as he restrained a laugh, “No kiddo, I’m just older than I look. I’m a good several thousand years old you know.”

The girl grasped his cheeks and pushed his cheeks up so it made crinkles around his eyes. She nodded decisively, “Ok.”

Patton laughed and pulled his face out of the child’s hands, “It’s very late, Miss Jemima, I’d think you’d be asleep.”

“The bells woke me up.” Jemima said, eyes fixed on the small set of bells that adorned the red outfit Patton wore (despite the fact that red was more Roman’s color than his).

She gasped, “Where’s the reindeer?”

Patton’s eyes widened. As much as he liked to indulge the imaginations of the world, he was not about to use all his energy to take flying reindeer of all things around a global trip. He just blipped across the world like he did normally. But- He pointed to the roof, and ever so slightly dropped the intimidate temperature so the wood in the roof of the house creaked. Close enough to the sound of the shuffle of hooves above them.

The look of wonder in the child’s eyes was worth it. She hopped, exclaiming ‘oh!’ a few times, and raced into another room before running back in with a couple of carrots and a few cookies. “For the reindeer! And for you!”

Patton shook his head, “Oh, oh, I don’t- I don’t need anything, kiddo, I’ve got all I need-”

Jemima frowned, “But-” She raised her collection towards him, practically pouting.

Patton sighed, shoulders falling, “Ok, ok. Just one cookie though, ok?”

“Are you suuure?”

Patton bobbed a little before shaking his head, “I am feeling a little dangerous-” She tilted her head and Patton extended a hand, “Alright, I’ll take a second cookie.”

The girl dumped the carrots into his hands and then topped the pile with two cookies. Patton laughed. “Thank you very much, little miss.”

In a gentle motion, he sent the collection back home- hopefully Logan or Roman could figure out a way to use the carrots-, after snatching one of the cookies from the pile.

He glanced down at the girl’s letter as she looked at him with wonder in her eyes. He glanced back up, “Now, um, I don’t have what you asked for, and I apologize for that, but, is there something else you’d really like?”

Jemima shook her head. She looked down at her feet before gasping, “Wait, can you make it snow?”

Patton startled, blinking. “Can I- what?”

“I wanna be able to play in the snow! That way it can be a ‘White Christmas’! I haven’t had one before! Can you make it snow?”

Patton glanced out the window. He could change up the usual weather plan, just this once... Patton smiled, “I can most certainly do that, kiddo. Anything else, at all?”

She shook her head.

Patton nodded, “Alrighty then, one White Christmas for one Miss Jemima.” He opened his palm a sparkle of frost coating the glove as he summoned a small snowflake. Jemima clasped her hands around the flake, melting on her palm as she opened her hand to look. Patton giggled.

“Look outside.” Patton directed.

Jemima raced to the window, as she looked out to the sky, the gentle flutter of snow curling through the sky.

He took a bite of his gifted (now incidentally frozen) cookie as he stood up, watching the girl’s amazement. He glanced down at his feet, and nodded to himself, and stepped backwards into the doorway back home.

“Thank you S-” Jemima turned, looking up to find her Santa Claus missing. Jemima glanced down at the floor, a light layer of slowly melting frost that curled from around a pair of boot-prints. The only proof he’d been there at all.

Roman probably shouldn’t be in Patton’s Room. Snowdrops seemed to follow him as he walked through the snowy room, and he half wondered if his presence would somehow hurt Patton.

Roman rubbed his arms. He just needed to find something... He’d be in and out and- Ok. He just... missed Patton. He can admit that. The idea was simple. Patton kept so many things, especially from the humans he’d befriend, and it helped him when he could no longer see them so, maybe something of Patton’s would help him.

That said, he was usually only in Patton’s room with Patton. It felt a little weird to be here alone. He eventually found the main portion of his room, Patton’s bed was blanketed (ha, pun.) with a layer of snow, untouched. Roman glanced down to the foot of the bed to see a small wooden chest. He’d seen Patton take out extra blankets from that before. Patton wouldn’t mind if he borrowed a blanket. He’d bring it back later.... after his own room stopped being cold. How did Patton ever sleep in this cold of a room?

Roman brushed the layer of snow off the chest, and let out a soft laugh as he discovered it looked a bit like a Christmas present. Roman undid the latch and lifted the lid, glancing over the contents.

Roman tugged out the largest of the blankets inside, pressing the soft fabric against his face. The blanket smelled almost overwhelmingly of pine and spruce, likely from being in the wooden chest so long, coco, and a faint hint of some spice- maybe cinnamon? Whatever it was, it was familiar. And vaguely comforting. Roman let out a soft breath and wrapped the blanket around his shoulders. Yes, Patton wouldn’t mind if he took it for now. He’d give it back when Patton came home. (Because Patton would come home. He just would....right?)

Roman moved to put the chest’s lid back, but- Was that the old cloak Patton wore during the 4th Century?

Roman dusted off the garment, most of the color seemed to have faded, having once been a pretty red. Patton always looked pretty good in red, in his opinion. (Although, he also just liked that color a lot, so maybe he was biased.) It was so much smaller than he remembered. Heavens, how old were they all during the 4th Century? Patton had to be maybe 10 in human terms? He ran his fingers over the cloak and glanced at what it had rested above-

“Oh.” Roman rested the old cloak atop one of the other blankets in the chest, looking over one of many letters, neatly folded. He pulled out one of them.

“Dear Santa Claws,

How are you? I hope you’re good!! I didn’t get to say thank you for the snow last year! Me and my friends made bunches of snowmen, and Papa took me out to go sledding! If you can, I think it’d be really nice to see more snow this year too. One of my friends said they don’t get Santa, they have a bunch of candles though. Do you do something else for them? Oh, and, Mama said that I probably didn’t get what I wanted last year because you didn’t know what it was! Sorry! This year I think just a fluffy puppy stuffy would be good!! With the spots! And if you can’t get one, I don’t mind! I think more snow would be just great. Or... maybe a bell, if you have extra? They were really pretty. Thank you! I’m gonna set out more cookies and food for the reindeer this year, I hope that’s ok. Oh! And what’s their names?! Give them hugs for me!

Thank you!

Jemima”

The letter was signed with a little heart at the end of the child’s name. Roman glanced over the other letters and laughed, “Oh, of course you’re Santa.”

Roman frowned, folding the letter and replacing it. He covered them again with the cloak and he shuffled through the rest of the chest. He eventually uncovered a red outfit, more fit to an older Patton.

Roman tugged on the blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He leaned his cheek against the blanket, “When did you stop being Santa, too?” Roman whispered.

Roman glanced over his shoulder towards the door from Patton’s Room. He let out a huff, “Dear Christmas Roses... Well... I do look good in red.”

#This is totally unedited but IDC #Season!Sides #Winter!Patton #Spring!Roman #Roman Sanders #Patton Sanders #fanfic #writing #Seasonal Shifts au

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ificanthaveu · 5 years ago

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NYE, You and Me || Shawn Mendes

Description: It’s New Years and you’re alone in Toronto. Someone might just come along and change that.

A/N: DAY 8 (i keep forgetting to say the day ope) I’ll be in FLORIDA for New Years so my experience will be opposite of this BUT this is cute and shit and I want this to happen to me ok ok and she’s early tonight bc I gotta go see my bb boy Chris Evans in Knives Out :)

Word Count: 3.1k

12 Days of Ficmas

Maybe catching a flight the day before New Year’s Eve to avoid seeing your high school friends at bars around your small hometown wasn’t your best idea ever.

Especially since you were flying to Canada.

A flight to Toronto was one of the last ones available in such short notice, so you decided Toronto was going to be where you spent the beginning of the new year.

Your flight had been delayed twice, and then you had to stay over in a hotel for a night before finally leaving the next morning.

You were exhausted. This wasn’t how New Year’s Eve was supposed to be.

You booked the last Airbnb left in the city, a small cottage on the outside of Toronto. It only had two bedrooms, but it was just you, so it didn’t really matter.

You sat down on the couch in the small living room and pulled out your laptop, hoping to find somewhere to spend your night to ring in the new year.

The more you looked at bars, the less appealing they seemed. You’d be fine with a drink or two, but getting drunk sounded like even more of a nightmare after the night you just had.

You decided you’d just walk around the city for a little bit and hope to see a sign advertising an event for the new year.

You started down the sidewalk with your face buried in your scarf as you pulled up a map on your phone to get an idea of where you were going.

You heard laughter to your right, and you turned to see what it was.

You were met with one of the prettiest parks you’d ever seen. There was a sledding hill in the back, trees lining the edge with lights, multiple gazebos and a small playground.

You smiled at the sight and walked forward to wander the area. It looked like they were setting up for something.

You were proven right once you saw a sign on top of one of the gazebo’s adverting “New Year in the Park” starting at 8:00 that night. You didn’t think you’d find something so soon, but this seemed perfect.

You walked back to the cottage and pulled out some warmer clothes to wear that night before finding a place to order dinner from. The only place that delivered to where you were was Chinese, so you ordered your meal and waited.

You scrolled through your phone at all the posts of people excited to be home. You rolled your eyes at any post talking about missing school and the friends they made.

You were glad you left before you had to run into any of them.

Before you could get angry about it again, the doorbell rang, and you answered the door to get your food. You sat at the island in the kitchen and watched whatever was on the TV as you ate.

Your cottage was a few blocks down from the park, and you were shocked to see cars parking by your house and walking towards it around 8:00. Maybe this was a bigger thing than you thought.

You pulled on a pair of leggings with a pair of jeans over them and laired on a long sleeve, a sweater and your winter coat. You pulled on a hat and mittens and wrapped your scarf around your neck. You grabbed the keys, your phone, and your wallet and started your walk to the park.

You couldn’t help but gasp as you walked up to it. There were booths everywhere selling every type of food or drink. Music was booming, and there was even a small ball ready to drop at midnight. Kids, grandparents and everyone in-between had something to do.

It was perfect. It was just what you needed.

You started down the path lined with the booths, looking at each one and trying to decide what to get to drink. You settled on a peppermint mocha and continued walking.

You found a light-walk around the corner and started to wander through it as you drank your mocha. You stopped at a bench and sat down for a moment, watching a set of lights that were timed to the music.

People walked past you, some smiling at you and some giving you confused looks, but you didn’t mind.

You weren’t paying attention until someone sat right next to you. You looked over and saw a tall man with a mop of brown curls, cuddled up in a scarf and winter coat.

“It’s fucking freezing,” he mumbled as he looked at you out of the side of his eyes.

“Welcome to Canada, I guess,” you said with a smile.

He looked at the lights for a moment before turning back to you.

“Are you waiting for someone?” He asked.

You shook your head slowly before saying, “Nope, just me.”

“Spending New Year’s Eve alone?” He said with a shocked tone to his voice. “Why?”

“Long story,” you said quietly.

He glanced down at his watch before back up to you. “We still have three hours until midnight. I have time.”

“Aren’t you here with someone?” You asked.

“Yeah, my family is up there,” he said, pointing forward to three people walking away. “But I needed a minute away from them.”

“I get that,” you said with a nod.

“So, are you from here?” He said.

“No, I’m from the states,” you said, looking at him.

“Why Canada?” He said with a scratch of his nose.

“To be honest, it was one of the last flights left to book when I was looking for a place to go 2 days ago,” you explained.

“So why were you trying to get away?” He pried.

“I don’t even know your name,” you countered.

“Shawn,” he paused. “Now answer the question.”

“My name’s [Y/N]. Thanks for asking,” you deflected.

“The beauty of this, [Y/N], is that we don’t know each other. So you can tell me why you’re here, and it’ll be no difference to me,” he said, leaning back and crossing his arms.

“After high school, I stayed in my home town,” you started. “I worked as a manager at a store in the mall because college just wasn’t going to be for me. It still isn’t for me. I love my job, but I went to a private high school. People are judgy. College is expected. Any time I run into someone from my high school, it’s the same shit. ‘When are you going to college?’ ‘You’re still working there?’ ‘Why don’t you move?’ If I would’ve stayed there, I would’ve gone insane.”

“College isn’t for everyone,” he said simply.

“You’re preaching to the choir. I wish they’d get out of that mindset, though. I used to be really good friends with a lot of them, but I just can’t take the criticism,” you said.

“Do you like what you’re doing?” He asked.

“I love it,” you said with a smile.

“What about your family? Couldn’t spend tonight with them?” He asked further.

“Well, I’m an only child, and my parents got married on New Year’s. So they go on an anniversary trip every year,” you said.

“Yikes,” he said under his breath.

“Yeah, I don’t mind it. I moved out a while ago anyway,” you said.

He nodded his head and went quiet.

“What about your family?” You asked as you motioned to where they were moments ago.

“Well, I’m kind of all over the place right now. I travel a ton for my job, so I don’t see them a lot. I’ve been back for around two weeks, and I’ve been with them for every minute of that. I love them to death, but I can never be with anyone for that long,” he explained.

“You’re from Canada?”

“Born and raised.”

“So, when you said that you’re ‘all over the place,’ what does that entail?” You questioned.

“Name a place, I’ve probably been there,” he said as he looked at you.

“Wow,” you mumbled under your breath.

“Yeah, pretty cool, also pretty exhausting,” he said with a quiet laugh.

“What’s your next destination?”

“I believe I go to Chicago?” He said with hesitation as he squinted.

“You don’t know?” You asked with a laugh.

“It could also be New York. It’s probably New York,” he said with a little more confidence.

“Are you sure about that?” You tested.

He rolled his eyes at you, “I’ve known you for twenty minutes, and I already regret sitting here.”

You ignore his remark and continue to ask him questions, “Do you live here then? Or do you live in some city you don’t know?”

“I kind of live here,” he said.

“Kind of?”

“Kind of.”

“So what’s the other place, if this one is kind of?”

“LA,” he said softly. “Kind of the hub for what I do.”

“Which is?” You asked.

“Which is what?” He asked.

“What do you do?” you asked.

He shrugged his shoulders, “Nothing much. I sing sometimes.”

“Sing anything I know?” You asked jokingly.

“Probably not,” he said, looking at you with a smile and admiration.

“So not a good singer then?” You asked.

He feigned offense as his hand went to his chest, and his jaw dropped open. You couldn’t contain the giggle that slipped from your lips.

“That hurt!” He exclaimed.

“Well…” you trailed off. “If you were good, I’d hear you on the radio.”

“Maybe you have, and you just don’t realize it and I’m lying to you,” he said.

You narrowed your eyes at him before shaking your head, “Nah, I trust you.”

“You trust me?” He said with a laugh. “You didn’t even know I existed thirty minutes ago.”

“You just have this presence about you,” you said with a shrug. “Can’t describe it.”

He smiled at you and nodded as a small blush crept onto his cheeks.

“Thanks. That actually means a lot,” he said with that same smile you didn’t plan on getting sick of.

“Want to walk the rest of the path?” You said as you pointed forward.

He nodded his head, and the two of you stood up and started to walk.

You forgot he was even there as you admired the lights once again. You walked through a tunnel of lights and slowly spun around, as Shawn stood back and watched you.

“This is amazing,” you whispered.

“This is my favorite part,” he said in response.

“I feel like I’m in a dream,” you said as you continued to walk forward and Shawn followed you.

His hand bumped against yours, and at first, you ignored it. Until it happened again, and you let him hold your mittened hand in his.

You both continued walking, your hands swaying gently as you both looked opposite ways.

“Hey, look,” he said softly.

You turned to look at what he was pointing towards. There was a house a little ways back with Santa sitting on top of it.

“He’s always watching,” Shawn whispered.

You rolled your eyes and hit his arm as he laughed.

“Christmas was over a week ago,” you said.

“But he watches year-round. Better be nice to me,” Shawn taunted.

You tugged him forward as you continued to finish the walk through the lights. Eventually, you made your way to the exit and threw your cup in the trash. You expected Shawn to want to find his family.

“We still have an hour until the ball drops. Want to go sledding?” He said with a big smile.

“Aren’t you here with your family?” You reminded him.

He shrugged his shoulders before pulling you towards the hill.

“They probably won’t even notice I’m gone. They’re used to it.”

“That’s horrible.”

“I know, but I want to sled.”

You slowly made the treck up the steep hill with him. He insisted you walk in front of him, so he could catch you if you slipped. He was slipping more than you were.

You stopped for a moment and looked back at him to see him on his hands and knees. You rested your hands on your hips and waited for him to look at you.

“Another thing I’ve learned about you, stranger. You’re clumsy as hell,” you said.

“Shut up,” he mumbled as he stood up and gently pushed you forward.

You finally made it to the top of the hill, and Shawn went to go grab your tubes.

“There was only one left,” Shawn said slowly as he approached you. “Guess we have to share,” he said with a smirk and a shrug.

Shawn set the tube down and sat down first before motioning for you to sit in his lap. You hesitated before sitting on his lap and laughing.

‘We’re going to fall off,” you said.

He wrapped an arm tightly around your waist that made your heart skip a beat.

“Hold on to the handles, and we’ll be fine,” he said as you felt his breath against your neck.

You rested your head back on his chest as he pushed you forward slowly.

You squealed as you heard Shawn laugh in your ear as your tube sped down the hill. His grip tightened around your waist as you picked up speed.

You slowed to a stop at the bottom, you and Shawn still laughing as you stayed sitting in the tube. You finally calmed down after a few moments.

You went to stand up, but his arm didn’t move. You tapped it a few times, but he just tightened his grip.

“You’re warm,” he mumbled into your shoulder.

“If you let go of me, we can go down the hill one more time before we have to find a spot to watch the ball drop,” you whispered.

That sold him as he loosened his grip on you and allowed you to stand up. He handed the tube off to one of the employees and followed you back up the hill. He loosely held onto your hips as you climbed up, claiming it’d help him stay upright.

It didn’t.

You eventually made it to the top of the hill and went to grab a tube.

“You riding again with me?” Shawn asked as he threw an arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah, guess I will,” you sighed.

He squeezed your shoulder before grabbing a tube. The two of you sat in the same position and were a fit of giggles once again as you raced down the hill.

You lingered a minute again as the two of you just sat at the bottom of the hill in the tube. You finally stood up and helped him up with you, once again handing the tube off.

Shawn held your hand again as you walked towards the center of the park. You had fifteen minutes left of this year.

“Thanks for hanging out with me tonight,” you told Shawn once you found a place to stand.

He looked down at you and smiled, “Thank you for allowing me to.”

You shivered and crossed your arms across your chest. Shawn noticed and pulled you into his chest. You rested your head against the edge of his scarf and watched people start to make their way towards the center as well.

You took a moment to think about your night. You’d bet you’d never see Shawn again after this. He’d go home with his family, and you’d go back home. And that’d be it.

“Ready?” Shawn whispered. “Five minutes.”

You separated yourself from him and glanced down at your phone, confirming the time.

“Any last things to get done this year? It’s now or never,” he said as he shook your shoulders.

You laughed and thought for a moment.

“It was a good year,” you finally said. “I’m happy with it.”

“Are you happy with how you’re ending it?” Shawn asked hopefully.

You turned to face him head-on, looking up at him.

“Yeah, I am.”

People around you started to count down from thirty as you and Shawn stayed still, staring at each other, just inches apart.

You felt his gloved hand rest against your cheek.

“Can I kiss you?” He mumbled.

“Of course,” you whispered.

Shawn pressed his lips against yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

You felt him smile against your lips as he held your hips tightly.

Everyone erupted into cheers as the clock struck midnight. But you didn’t care.

You felt like you were in your own world as you rested your forehead against Shawn’s.

“Happy New Year,” you whispered.

“Happy New Year,” he responded as he pulled you into his chest, and you watched the fireworks explode.

People started to walk out after that. The wind was getting colder, and you were starting to wish you had worn another sweatshirt underneath your coat.

You and Shawn started to walk towards the edge of the park.

“Where are you staying?” He asked as he turned towards you.

“A little cottage down the road,” you said, motioning in that direction.

He nodded his head before he said, “I should probably find my family.”

“Yeah.”

“Thank you,” he said sincerely. “For one of the best nights I’ve ever had.”

“Same to you,” you said as he started to back away.

“See you around, [Y/N],” he said as he sent you one last wink before finding his family and walking away.

The walk back was short, and you went right to bed, wrapping yourself up in numerous blankets and falling right to sleep.

You woke up at 6:00 for your 8:30 flight, throwing your things in a bag and calling a cab to come get you.

You rested your head against the window, trying to convince yourself that last night was just some dream.

The airport was dead as you breezed through security and found your gate.

First flight back to Chicago of the new year.

You found a seat near the front and scrolled through your phone.

You felt someone sit next to you.

“Guess I am going to Chicago,” the familiar voice said.

You whipped your head around to see a grinning Shawn starting back at you.

You let out a breathy laugh, “You’re a mystery, Shawn.”

He didn’t say anything and instead threw his arm around the back of your chair.

“Think I can show you around my city since you were so welcoming in yours?” you said as you leaned your head against his arms.

“Sounds perfect.”

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Found Family!AU *Christmas Addition*

Because I’m in a hella big Christmas Mood(Tm) and I talked a lot with @hiddenbyfaeries over this.

Hi yes, Gym Leader Opal is now Ash’s Great Aunt on Giovanni’s side

And also Reluctant Great Uncle Kabu is a thing as well

So like imagine little bby Ash and Gary flying to Galar with Daisy and Delia to see Graunty Opal to make a bunch of deserts for the other Galar league officials

And Grunkle Kabu gets pulled into the shenanigans and there’s so many pictures of all the younger kids covered in flour while a younger Opal and Kabu stand on the outer side of the group smiling and laughing

even tho Rose wasn’t a chairman just yet

He was shadowing the older head Chairman who Ash and Gary absolutely adored but Ash hated Rose with a passion

But just imagine Ash leaving for his journies and both he and Gary couldn’t help make cookies but they would face time Graunty Opal and Grunkle Kabu the day of Christmas together if the two boys could

But then Ash and Gou get sent to Galar for some mission or something and Opal and Kabu find out and kinda abduct the two for baking time

And Opal does the grandma thing where they guilt trip poor Gary into coming down

And THEN Bede joins in

And suddenly there’s posts from the gym leaders and Bedes acc

And everyone is like “wait WHAT!?”

Because no one knew that Opal and Kabu even had an inkling of any other family members

besides Opal having Bede but their not even technically family and a lot of people just thought that Opal was even around Bede just to train the kid enough so that the boy could take over her gym

But then everyone realize’s its fucking Champion Ash Ketchum and most of the worlds new found favorite Professor Gary Oak

Bede just brags about meeting Ash and Gary but quickly gets embarrassed because both Opal and Kabu coo over them and take a shit time of pictures to post on their rarely used Twitter and Pokegram

So Rose comes down with Leon, and Hop who was tagging along with his older brother, and Oleana bc they were Christmas shopping for their respected families together

So the. Leon gets Piers and Marnie to come as well

And all three kids kinda freak out bc there’s Leon but also ASH KETCHUM and GARY OAK

But Ash and Gary are both glaring daggers and Rose who does them back bc he still remembers the twerps after ten years still

But then Raihan and the younger Trainers got into this little fight on who can take the best Christmas picture with Ash, Gary, and Gou

And then it becomes this kind of... contest???

Where all the Gym leaders + plus the kids would try and get the most Christmas themed picture with Ash, Gary, and Gou

Even Oleana gets in it a little with a picture here and there but it’s usually with just a single person out of the trio

Like a picture of Oleana and Gary out and about with some coffee/got chocolate and they look like their Christmas shopping

A picture with Ash and her looking cute in matching Christmas sweaters by an outside fire place that looks like it’s back behind Kabu’s house

And surprisingly a picture of Her and Gou sharing a large scarf eating candy canes while watching Gary tripping over his feet on an ice rink while Ash laughed while helping him up

But like there’s a picture Leon posts on his Twitter of The trio with the little ones looking for a Christmas tree with an added video of Ash and Gary calling each other thots and other names while disagreeing with what tree they should get while Gou and the kids are laughing in the back ground.

Raihan post a picture with Melony teaching Gary and Alister how to sled down a hill properly while Ash, Gou, and Bae pelt each other with snowballs at the bottom

Nessa posts a picture with the gang + the other gym leader + Marnie and Sonia showing off their nails that were all Christmas themed decorated

And everyone else is just e a t I n g this up

And it hits the national news and every one who knows Ash and Gary are just laughing

Then Ash’s Legendary™️ bs starts uo

So Opal post pictures and videos of the Trio playing in the snow with the Legendary Doggo’s and it’s the most like/shared/retweeted post she ever had

Opal and Kabu win though because they posted a side by side picture of the four + Daisy during their first Christmas baking session and the newest picture of the four + Gou

And Daisy ReTweets with the words “I’VE BEEN REPLACED!!!!” But it’s all in good humor

Delia finds all the pictures taken while the three are up in Galar and prints them all out and past’s them in multiple scrap books with older pictures that were taken in some places during past Christmas and that would be Opals and Kabus New Years present when Delia could finally come back up there to celebrate with everyone else

But then there’s pictures of Ash and Gary teaching Gou and the three younger trainers how to make perfect cookies and other deserts

And it’s posted to Ash’s AND Gary’s account with the words:

“Teaching the new family generation how to make the best Christmas desserts! ❤️”

And their all covered in frosting, flour, other cooking stuff

And just Christmas fluff that gives everyone more insight into Ash’s and Gary’s life

God now I can imagine Ash bringing like a shit ton of his friends who don’t have good families to a party a few days before Christmas and both Opal and Kabu just adopts them all

Opal teaching Gladion, Ritchie, and Cilan how to make traditional Christmas cakes while Kabu teaches Lillie, Alain, and a few others how to properly decorate and wrap Christmas presents

ALL OUT SNOWBALL WAR!!!!

It happens exactly at 12 in the morning

Ash comes bounding down the halls with the younger trainers (Max, Bonnie, Marnie, Bede, Hop, and a few more people) from outside with the war cry of “MERRY CHRISTMAS FUCKERS!!!!”

They bust into the rooms of people who get worked up the easiest and p e l t them in snowballs

Everyone gets into this since they were all staying and Opals mansion because it’s the only resident that could hold them all

Kabu is the only one out of the very older part of the family to get into the fight

Agatha, Delia, and Opal choose not to be apart in favor of recording and taking a lot of pictures

But everyone’s dressed I. Their winter gear and PJ’s screaming and having so much fun

That the war last HOURS until everyone’s near freezing to death

Then they would all go back and change into warmer Pajamas and the three women who stayed out would disperse hot chocolate and drinks with a bit of alcohol to the older trainers and parents/siblings who can drink

Ash and Gary would be determined that Opal and Kabu go first on opening their presents under the massive 20 something-foot tree

But that’s on the actual Christmas Day

Before that Opal, Kabu, and Melony would drag the trio and the younger trainers (like Alister, Bonnie, Max, the Alola crew and a few more kids) to go see the giant 40 foot tree in the town square near Opals gym light up

Then they would split up and go to different kinds of shops and meet back up for dinner somewhere

HHH JUST FAMILY FLUFF

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