#and the ginger cookie is *his* familiar

[frenchiefitzhere]

(I apologize in advance for the torrent of jingle-bells-holly-jolly-candy-cane energy that's about to pour out of me once today ends it's my coping mechanism for seasonal depression /g I can't be sad if I'm rockin' around the christmas tree)

[quibbs126]

So I made more Cookie Run human designs, featuring the Cookies of Darkness

I originally started doing this months ago with White Lily, but I never got around to doing more until this week. I had drawn Pure Vanilla and Golden Cheese, but then I got really worried that my designs were wrong and I had taken too many liberties, so I shelved them for now and did these guys instead. In which I took far less liberties I think

Honestly I feel like Licorice was my best one. He was also the first I did, which might not bode well. I guess I ran out of juice too quickly

I’d argue that Matcha���s my worst, I really didn’t know what to do with her. Tragic since she’s like my favorite of the characters

I also don’t entirely know how her hair works, so I wasn’t sure how to draw it. In my head she has a really loose bun, and the bottom parts are her hair falling out of it. I also wasn’t sure what color to make her hair. Originally it was ginger, but then I considered changing it to dirty blonde, and after asking this was the result I got. Also her horns are supposed to be hair clips, not real

Red Velvet’s weird eye is supposed to be a glass eye. I couldn’t decide between bloodshot or glass eye, and when I asked I was told that the red could still work as a glass eye, so I reworked it to look “glassy”

I feel like I could have given Poison Mushroom at least some sort of hat. And as I’m typing, freckles. Maybe I’ll add those in later

Edit: I added the freckles

Also side note but it was frustrating not giving anyone something on their face, like a mole or beauty mark or just freckles. And it’s more frustrating because most characters don’t have freckles or anything like that. Might be an opportunity for liberties

I also really only wanted to draw the first 5, but I had another row left, so I filled it with Butter Roll, Affogato and Choco Werehound Brute. Dark Enchantress was going to be drawn but I couldn’t figure out her eyes

With Butter Roll I tried to convey that he has darker roots. Don’t know how good it looks though

Affogato’s white streaks are just supposed to be dye. He seems like the type to dye his hair, though I’m not sure if he’d dye it white. Purple maybe

Choco Werehound Brute I feel like I didn’t give enough facial hair. Also I swear I’ve seen a character who looks like him before. Like in some show or just a character someone made, he looks so familiar to me

But yeah, I think that’s about it for them. Don’t know who to draw next, the other Ancients and such are for another time, so just random characters. I actually think before I started drawing these guys I was considering the Juice Bar Regulars? And company, aka Alchemist and Cocoa. Maybe I’ll draw them next, who knows

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: WHAT ABOUT... PJSK BOYS... WITH A BLIND GF... THAT IS ABLE TO SEE THEM FOR THE FIRST TIME... AFTER GETTING A SURGERY TO GET HER VISION BACK... BCZ SHE HAD AN ACCIDENT AND WHEN SHE MEET THEM SHE COULDN'T LONGER SEE...

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ I SEE YOUR ASKKKKK

Alright it was so fun to write hehehe ^^ I hope you like it too, dear!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

You were now in the surgery room, as doctors made sure everything went smoothly... and it did! Tho... you could hear some boy with low voice putting up a fight... and you knew well enough it was your boyfriend.

"Let me see her!!"

You couldn't help but catch a hint of worry and desperation in his voice... and that only made you want to finally see him even more!

"Can... my boyfriend enter now?"

You asked hopeful, and one of the doctors was kind enough to nos and head for the door.

"If that's what you wish for... Mr. Shinonome, you can enter but please be calm."

After that, you noticed some ginger boy enter the room. He was pretty, you couldn't deny your heart skipped a bit... you could just hope it was your boyfriend and not some random dude... tho it had to be him! Those clothes and hair just screamed it's him! Especially the streak you could even feel!

"A-Akito?"

"You're really seeing now?"

He asked as if wanting confirmation this isn't a dream... he carefully came over to you and took one of your hands with genuine and soft smile, you'd never expect to fit him so well...

"I'm so glad you're safe and sound..."

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @miya-akane @hayillaaaaaaa @stellas-starry-stories13 @hakulivesformusic @wabatle @luhvashh @akiritoz @sucodelaranja86 - come get your pancakes lover!

"Sorry Toya, but I can't give you 6th expresso..."

"Please An... I know it's bad but I'm panicking..."

You heard familiar voices as soon as you entered, so luckily you didn't had to look around. You knew the name An and you certainly were familiar with the name Toya...

"Toya?"

You called out to your boyfriend as soon as you came over, making him immideitly turn around and the girl making smile gladly as she walked away a bit to leave you alone for a while.

"Ah- finally, you're safe... I was afraid this operation could've harmed you..."

"But it didn't! I can see now!"

He smiled gladly and took your hands in his as he brought your palms towards his lips. He maybe acted calm but you could see in his eyes that he was actually really close to breaking down.

"I'm so glad... So glad..."

"Hehe~ Magazine is free~"

"We'll take that. Thank you, An."

Toya carefully got up, taking your hand into his, trying to hold back happiness tears untill you'll be alone, so he won't break in front of whole cafe... Oh it's gonna be long time cuddling... but you don't mind!

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @miya-akane @toyaslove @bl4cktourmaline @stellas-starry-stories13 @sucodelaranja86 - come get your cookie lover!

You were just chilling in your room after operation. It was pretty calm for now... Untill you heard your door open with loud thud... you were literally about to hide, but were stopped and also calmed down by way too loud voice and sound of running up the stairs.

"Y/NNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!"

And then, door to your room slammed open as your boyfriend ran up to you. Despite not seeing him ever before, you had no problem recognizing him by the hair, built and... his voice... because who else can have voice like him?!

"D-Don't scare me like that..."

"I'm sorry!! I was just worried! I ran here as soon as you told me you're home!!! So HOW WAS IT?! Are you alright?!!"

"Yes... Everything went fine..."

You smiled up at him and put your hand on his cheek to hopefully calm him down a little bit.

"I can see your orange eyes clearly now~"

"I have so much to show you now~ I guarantee you'll enjoy my shows even more!! I'll throw the best effects for the first show you'll be able to see!"

"Hehe thanks, Tsuaksa~"

"Of course! It's my duty as your boyfriend to make you happy!"

He made the pose that he used to describe to you as "proud to be the shining star" pose. You being the rational one tho... quickly remembered the fact it may not be good moment to relax yet...

"But first... Let's maybe close the door before someone breaks in..."

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @wholesaleboi @yulikesminori @alicewinterway18 @hakulivesformusic @sucodelaranja86 - come get your future star!

After you finally could freely wander around after operation... first thing you did after arriving to school was look for your boyfriend! You didn't told him about the operation because you wanted to surprise him! But... you obviously don't know how he looks... you know how his hair is, how he's built and what his voice sounds like but... it's still hard to see him...

"Y/N!!"

But luckily, universe did the looking for you, because you heard familiar voice behind you!

"You're awfully quick today... slow down, darling, please... We don't want you bumping into anything or anyone..."

He looked at you as you stared up at him with a big smile. He didn't think much about it as he figured you might not even realize you're staring at him as if you actually could see him...

"Your hair really IS interesting~"

"Huh? Fufu~ Want to feel it, dear?"

"No need. Seeing is enough."

"Seeing-?!"

His jaw hanged love as he stared at you not believing what he just said...

"I had operation!!"

"A-And it was successful?! No awful side effects?!"

"No~ I'm all good now!"

"I'm so happy you're well~"

He didn't even hesitate before trapping you in tight loving hug, just taking in what he knows and your presence alone.

"We'll definitely have to revisit some spots~"

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @bl4cktourmaline @superstar-ethereal @stellas-starry-stories13 @alicewinterway18 @hakulivesformusic @wabatle @sucodelaranja86 - come get your crazy inventor~

[queerponcho]

Transfixed | part 1

collage made by me with pictures from pinterest

moonknight!system x female!reader

a/n: been writing this fic for about a year now so it's nerve-wrecking to finally post the first chapter. I hope you'll like it!! (pls be gentle...)

thanks to the lovely @nexusnyx for motivating me a few weeks ago, would've never considered posting without having our convo the other day!! Thank you so much<33

Warnings: no use of Y/N, fluff, NOT beta read, gushing about the moonboys, flustered awkward dorks, plot-twists, (eventual smut, the chapters will be marked individually), inaccurate depictions of DID, egyptian mythology and religion (although I did extensive research I took liberty in changing some things to adhere to my plot...), if I missed anything or made any spelling mistakes pls don't hesitate to tell me!

Summary: You're a woman who as been visiting the same library for all your life. One day a handsome new face comes walking in. That's the moment when the ball starts rolling and your entire life changes. Will you accept the new challanges coming your way...?

2,200 words

You have been visiting the same library all your life. While you were in school you  would go there to have a quiet place to study. Since at home you always had a lot of family and busy energy around, you needed the library as sort of an...escape from all the noise. Later when you got into university, the library had become kind of a safe space for you. So you would rather sit in the bus for half an hour to and back to study there instead of the grimy and packed library on campus.

Even now that you work and have enough books at home to basically open your own library, you still can't part from your little paradise. Everyone knows you here and a few months ago the owners of the library even adopted a cat that seemed to really like you. So chances of moving on from here had definitely been ruined.

You loved reading all kinds of story based books, but spending so much time here made you curious, so you also picked up a few skill based ones. you had read a few gardening and science books but the ones you would actually start applying were the books that had to-do with art. Autobiographies of different artists and painters, different studies and research on colour and brushes. You became almost a bit obsessed at some point. So you started sketching and drawing things around you based on the knowledge you'd gathered from your extensive research. you would draw people around the library after work or before meeting friends in the nearby café. You'd never claim to be an artist but you were proud of your drawings nonetheless. for the past few weeks you had started to draw one very specific person. You saw them for the first time a bit over a month ago…

It was a rainy day and you'd just finished lunch with a friend. You said goodbye and you decided to head to the library to continue on with your sketches of the cute ginger kitten. After saying hello to the owners and giving the kitten a treat, you made your way to your usual corner in the back. Since the library wasn't very big you had a good view of the entrance and a few tables. you'd been sitting and drawing for about ten minutes when you noticed the kitten smelling your coat pocket in search of more treats. You smiled down at her 'hiiii kitty!' you picked her up and placed her on your little round table. 'you want another treat huh?' She looked back with big shiny eyes 'alright alright...there you go'. She happily chewed on the fish-shaped cookie while you continued drawing her. 

The familiar noise of the door opening caught your attention....a man came in, he was wearing a brown flat-cap which was obscuring your vision of his face. He reached to take it off with a gloved hand and pushed his black curls back to reveal the face, of what you could only describe, a Greek god. He had strong and angular features, a sharp jawline and a beautiful slightly crooked nose which you felt the need to trace over with your finger. He had crows feet decorating his eyes, you'd assume he had them from laughing but seeing his resting facial expression, smiling almost seemed to be a foreign task to him. He brushed the remaining rain off his shoulders and made his way to the history section. When he disappeared behind a shelf you were brought back from your trance and took the first breath in what seemed like minutes. 

You wondered what he would be looking for in the history section of this old library. You were in London, a place with alot of people, then again this library was old and in a secluded part of town so it was usually the same people walking in and out. You would definitely remember his face if you had seen it before. Whatever it was that he was looking for he had apparently found since he was making his way to the register with a thick leather bound book in his glove covered hand. You had a bit of a thing for hands and you knew you'd be sketching hands for the next few hours because of this stranger. He hastily left the library and was gone as fast and suddenly as he appeared. After that day you couldn't stop drawing that pretty stranger, you'd given him multiple names during this time. His name had been Jack, Edward, Steve, Malcom and many more. you'd started just drawing his gloved hands and his forearms but quickly you would switch to drawing his intense gaze and soft curls. The amount of times you fantasised about running your fingers through them and tugging slightly had you embarrassed. It had been weeks since you'd seen him and you wouldn't stop imagining him in your apartment just sitting next to you, sometimes you would also imagine him a bit closer and wearing a little less clothing…

A month had passed since you'd seen him and you finally managed to stop drawing him and went back to drawing people around the library. Though you still looked up when the door opened and a new customer came in hoping for your handsome stranger to come in and maybe stay a little this time so you could find out more about him and his movements, for drawing references of course...nothing else. It seemed the universe wanted to help you out, because the next time the bell chimed and a customer walked in, the familiar brown flat-cap wearing stranger entered. This time it was warm and sunny outside so he wasn't wearing any gloves and wore a white fitted polo. His muscles were visibly moving underneath the fabric of his sleeves when he reached up to take off his hat and ruffle through his hair with the same intention as last time. He was also holding the same thick leather bound book from his last visit to the library.

 According to the owners he couldn't buy that one since it was rare literature, so he got to borrow it for a month...you knew this because you may have asked about him and his purchase after he left. This was also when you found out that the book he borrowed was about an Egyptian god. During your time in this library you have read books on Egyptian history and it did peak your interest. All this time you’d never even noticed that book before? Recently, you’d been spending a lot more time studying in that part of the library, so overseeing such a unique looking book was very strange of you.

You see him talking to the owners, it was quiet enough to make out parts of the conversation. It was 10am on a Tuesday so you were pretty much the only customer here. He had a pretty strong Latin accent and you were pretty sure he was from mexico. part of your family is from south America so you grew up learning Spanish and you remember hearing them speak English with that exact same accent. 

He was thanking them for the book and asking if he could take a look around the library again. The owners kindly told him to go ahead and that he didn't even need to ask. He briefly nodded his head mumbling a quick 'gracias' and went over to the history section. You watched intently and spontaneously decided to head in the same direction. You felt a bit creepy lurking on this man but you were sure you wouldn't get caught since you were rarely a very visible person. it's not that you didn't have a strong presence but you know how to blend in really well and when to use that to your advantage. You hid behind the shelf of the history section facing his profile. He really was a pretty man, his eyes were squinting and his bold eyebrows furrowed. There was a stray curl hanging over them and you badly wanted to brush it back and feel his thick hair between your fingers...you couldn't of course, since you were too preoccupied drawing him at the moment. The window was creating beautiful shadows beneath his hooded eyes and high cheekbones. His jaw looked sharper than ever and his neck extremely kissable. His lips needed an honourable mention, they were like two squishy pillows that were begging to be bitten. You've been paying special interest to them and trying to get the details just right, so you didn't notice that he had moved from his previous spot. 

You couldn't see him anywhere and were actually kind of disappointed to think he probably left. you were about to turn around and go back to your discarded belongings when you accidentally bumped into someone while moving backwards. 'ohssshit! i- i am so so sorry um- i didn't mean to wal-'

you had managed to pick up your pencil, sketchbook, and hopefully all of the scattered pages- when you finally looked up just to be faced with the god-like looking man you had been fawning over for a month now. he was practically towering over you and… was that a smirk? If you weren't already kneeling on the floor right now you would've probably lost your balance. 'hola~ I don't mind this view but do you need help standing up, muñeca?' This is when you realised that you were on your knees in front of the most attractive man you have ever seen and you quickly scrambled to your feet 'nono um thank you-' 

'Jake, my name's Jake' he stuck out his hand and you introduced yourself after thanking him again. So his name was jake...huh pretty basic for a man like him. You were kind of joking when you temporarily gave him very basic names but you guess his parents weren't much more creative than you are. 

You realised you were staring when he raised his left eyebrow and started grinning.

 'So...why were you spying on me?' He asked cockily and it had you word-vomiting all over the place 'what? i wasn't-? I-I was just…drawing-?' pretty hard to sound convincing when finishing every statement with a question mark... 'yeah I know-' he looked you up and down and coming a bit closer 'I saw you get lost in your notebook and I just had to come see what you are drawing that garnered all of your precious attention, hermosa' 

The nicknames were really starting to get to you, making you feel all sweaty and nervous. you were clenching the book to your chest accidentally pushing up your breasts and making your cleavage much more noticeable. you saw him glancing down, taking his time in bringing his eyes back up your neck and finally to your face. This entire time you were basically pressed into his chest, you were leaning on the shelf and he didn't seem like he wanted to move anytime soon 'h-how long were you looking over my shoulder exactly?'

 'Long enough to see what had you so...como se dice...transfixed' Your breath hitched and he answered with a toothy grin. 

'I am flattered, preciosa. I really am, didn't think someone as pretty as you would follow me around the library just to draw my hands and ass' 

You push him back- 'I did NOT draw your ass! I-' You were interrupted by his chuckle and him moving closer again and grabbing your chin between his fingers and caging you in with his other arm. 'I know muñeca , I just like seeing you flustered...toda nerviosilla...it's cute.' At this point you’ve decided it's best if you just don't speak. '...maybe next time you can draw me shirtless? I would love to see you solely focused on my abs for half an hour.' He flashes you a toothy grin. Oh he’s getting too cocky…somehow you manage to move away from the bookshelf, momentarily getting even closer to him. After seeing his eyes flicker with surprise you move to the side, backing away from him. Turn around finally being able to take a breath of normal air that wasn't deliciously tinted with his aftershave. 

'Sure, next time you can waltz into the library without a shirt on and we will see how far you get before being kicked out' you say while looking over your shoulder. 

 'Seeing your reaction would be worth it, nena' he called after you, not even registering your feet carrying you back to your corner. you took a deep breath replaying what just happened. He should not have this effect on you, it's almost embarrassing how easily he got so close to you. You are a grown woman, damnit! How did you not shove him away and get mad at his advances? You should be creeped out but you notice how you’re wishing to bump into him again soon...you hear the doorbell ring and see him walk out. He takes one look back and holds up a piece of paper. ‘Oh fuck me’ you feel your feet glued to the floor when you see what it is…its a drawing you made of him. It was a closeup of his torso upwards. You had drawn him from above and he was laying in your bed with heavy lidded eyes and parted lips. you were absolutely mortified- he was grinning like an idiot and winked at you before storing the drawing in his back pocket, crossing the street and vanishing from your eye-line. leaving you in the library, plagued by his stupid masculine scent and his dumb pretty face.

a/n: I really hope you enjoyed the first chapter, I've got a few already locked and loaded sooo the next one should be posted soon. Pls like and reblog if you liked it<3 it would mean the world!

part two

[rebelliousstories]

Candles

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x Reader

Fandom: Top Gun

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1,286

Masterlist: Here

Summary: Tom doesn’t allow a lot of personal items in his office on base, much preferring to keep his loved ones close to his heart. But he had to have a little something.

As he rose in the ranks, Tom kept switching offices every few years. Never staying in one spot for too long. He supposed it was a good problem to have, but it also meant that he never cared too much about what was put up in his office during his inevitable short years there. There were his certificates that were displayed with pride, and the few personal effects he had with him. Models of the planes he flew, a single picture of his family’s annual Christmas photo they take every year, and a candle.

It seemed a weird item to have with him, but every office he had ever been in, that candle had followed him there. Tom had never lit the candle, but having it near him was enough. It was going on a decade old now, but it still was in perfect condition. The aroma, while not lit, still gently seeped into the air, providing Tom with a beautiful memory every time he let his mind drift further and further into the scent.

//

“Babe? Darling?” A young, ambitious pilot called out into the Navy housing he found himself in. The blonde set down his sea bag, and started the tiring process of taking his boots off. They were left by the door, and he made his way deeper into the house. He smelled food cooking on the stove, queuing him in as to where his girlfriend was. Tomatoes, meat, and pasta wafted into his nose as he took a deep breath in. But upon his second intentional smell, he noticed something else. Citrus, ginger, and a hint of vanilla that made you feel all warm and cozy, like making cookies on a frigid evening with your grandmother.

It was her favorite candle to burn, having bought almost fifty this year alone. Her one little guilty pleasure to have that Tom did not have the heart to take away from her. Walking into the kitchen, he was met with a precious sight. Tom’s loving girlfriend, dressed in his old navy shirt and sweatpants, hair pulled back messily, cooking over the hot stove. How did he get so lucky? Iceman made his way over to the woman and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his chest. She was startled at first, but relaxed smelling her lover’s familiar aftershave surround her.

“Hey! I didn’t hear you come in. How was work?” She asked, genuinely wanting to hear about his day. Tom rested his head down on her shoulder when she went back to stirring in the pots on the stove.

“It was alright. Just happy to be home with you.” He whispered, pressing a few kisses to her neck and shoulder. She hummed, and set down her utensils to turn in his arms finally. They shared a loving kiss once she did, and they both felt Tom’s body fully relax underneath the hands of his lover. Unfortunately, they needed air, so they pulled away and rested their foreheads against each other.

“Go take a shower, and I’ll have dinner ready for you when you get out, okay?” She whispered. Tom nodded his head as best he could and kissed her again before untangling himself from the warm body of his lover. He went to leave the kitchen and noticed the burning candle on the counter.

“How many of these have you gone through this year, darling?” He teased as she focused on the sauce in front of her.

“Oh, hush. You know you love the smell too.” She sent right back to him. Tom chuckled and left for his shower.

It was truly amazing what a shower at the end of a long and tiring day will do to revive someone. Just the act of scrubbing away all the exhaustion from the day, mentally and physically, did wonders for Tom as he emerged from their bedroom. Now, fresh and clean, he walked back to their dining room just in time to see his girlfriend plating the spaghetti bolognese she had made. He leaned against the doorway and just watched her for a moment. She was dressed in his clothing, which was adorably larger than she actually wore, setting their dinner table with the dinner that she made. It made him feel… domestic. Suddenly, he could see every night ending like this. Except now, he had a toddler to run after and a baby in her arms. The thought alone made his heart swell.

“Tom? Tommy?” She called, noticing her boyfriend standing there, staring off into nothing. He shook his head and smiled at the woman.

“Yeah? Sorry. Lost in my thoughts, darling.” Tom made his way over to her chair and pulled it out as he waited for her to finish up. She held a light smile on her face as she noticed that her boyfriend could not stop staring at her.

“Oh yeah? What were you thinking about?” She lightly teased as Tom sat down across from her, and begun to dig into the food on the table.

“Nothing. Don’t worry.” He dismissed, but she was still skeptical.

“Alright then. Tell me about your day then.” Tom launched into telling her all the things that he could tell her legally, knowing that she enjoyed hearing about his work whenever she could. Conversation quickly passed through different topics as the couple enjoyed their dinner, and through the ice cream dessert she had acquired at the store earlier in the day. As they lay together on the couch, watching old reruns of their favorite tv show, Tom took in another deep breath where the aroma of the candle flooded it.

“Why do you like this candle so much?” He inquired, turning to face his girlfriend who was snuggled into his side, with her head on his chest. She shrugged, yet still responded.

“This was the candle that was burning on the table when we went on our first date. I wrote it down when you had left so that you wouldn’t see or think I was weird for liking it so much. I just wanted to have a reminder of that first date. Plus I love candles, and now I think of you anytime it burns. When you’re deployed, it makes me remember you easier cause I associate you two together.” She explained, never lifting her head from his chest lest she would see a look of judgment across her boyfriend’s face. But she felt him press a kiss to her head, and he stayed buried there for a moment.

“I love that you have something like that. I wish I had known sooner.” Tom whispered into her hair. He felt her smile against him, and nuzzle further into his chest.

“Next time I go get another one, I’ll get you one too.” She promised, enjoying the warmth and love from her boyfriend.

“I would love that.” He agreed. In the back of his mind, the box in his duffle bag burned a whole through his conscious. Tom knew he wanted to give it to her, but this just solidified where he wanted to.

//

Now, all these years later, the candle sat in his office as a reminder. It was that candle that gave him all he has today. It gave him his wife, his children, and his happiness. That candle from all those years ago, from his first date with his love, gave him what he has today. And now, that candle sat on his desk no matter where he ended up to remind him of his joy throughout the years. It sat right next to the portrait of his family, one that they were due to update any day now, as a reminder.

[stray-kaz]

Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice : a Sanji x f!reader Christmas drabble

Summary: Sanji makes your favourite Christmas treat.

"Sanji wants you in the kitchen."

You looked up from your drawing to see Usopp standing over you, hands on his hips. You shaded your eyes from the sun and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, does he now?"

Usopp shrugged and nodded.

"That's what he said."

"Did he say anything else?"

"He's making you something special. For Christmas."

You flipped the cover on your art pad and stood up, shoving your pencil in your pocket. You made your way to Sanji's haven, the familiar scent of gingerbread wafting through the crack in the door. You pushed it open and wandered in, hopping up onto the nearest clean table and swinging your legs back and forth.

"All right, I'm here" you announced, balancing your pad across your thighs.

Sanji glanced up from where he stood on the other side of the kitchen and grinned at you.

"Hey, love" he greeted you. "I see Usopp found you. Took him long enough."

"He gets lost almost as easily as Zoro does" you muttered. "So, what did you want me for?"

"First things first..."

Sanji sauntered over to you and poked the cover of your art book.

"Show it to me?" he asked hopefully.

You flattened your hands on top of it and shook your head, biting your lip. Sanji's baby blues flicked from your face to your pad and back again.

"Do you draw me?" he asked, tilting his head to one side.

You said nothing, but could feel heat warming your face as he looked at you. When he realised you weren't going to budge, Sanji turned away and returned to the bench he had been working at when you walked in. He carried across to you a platter covered by a white patterned cloth.

You eyed it and then him, curious. He nodded for you to remove the cloth, so you reached up with one hand, the other still securely planted against the pad on your lap. You draped the cloth over to the side and your eyes widened at the sight of so many Christmas cookies arrayed on the tray, the scent of ginger rising to your nose.

Trees, stars, hearts, angels. You set the platter aside, freeing Sanji's hands, and hugged him, pulling him against your knees. He went willingly, if a little surprised, and propped his chin on your head, his hands set either side of your hips for balance.

"Thank you" you mumbled. "They look lovely."

He chuckled.

"Should taste even better, love."

He reached around you and plucked a star off the tray, holding it out towards your mouth. You carefully bit off one of the corners and closed your eyes while Sanji grinned at you, pride making his eyes glow. You took the cookie from him and held it between your teeth as you picked up your art pad and flipped the pages to the latest drawing.

Sanji's eyes widened and his jaw dropped a little as he looked down at a perfectly rendered black and white of himself working in the kitchen, shirtsleeves rolled up past his elbows. The only colour was in his eyes.

"Why?" he asked you quietly, his voice soft, even for him.

You shrugged, looking shyly into his eyes.

"A trade" you answered, just as softly. "A gift for a gift."

Sanji hesitated for a moment or two, but then he gently cupped your face in his hands, dipped his head and pressed his lips to yours. He was warm and tasted of cinnamon and icing from his taste testing.

The art book slid onto the floor with a flutter of pages as you reached up into his hair, tangling blond around your fingers. As he pulled away a bit, he flicked his tongue over your bottom lip.

"Cookie crumbs" he murmured, when you looked questioningly up at him.

You felt heat burn your cheeks again and closed your eyes. Sanji laughed and then you felt him kiss you again, the tips of his fingers sinking into your hair.

"Merry Christmas, love."

Merry Christmas: @writingmysanity @elizabeth-karenina

[quitealotofsodapop]

So, Egged MK is almost certainly put on house arrest after the self-sacrifice stunt, but whose house? His, Pigsy and Tangs, where he was raised and will be most comfortable? Flower Fruit Mountain where Sun and Macaque can keep an eye on him and he is constantly loved on by all the monkeys? The bull families where there's an entire army of bull clones serving him, Red is always close by and Iron Bull can keep an eye on him and their grand calf?

I feel like after a lot of fighting, they eventually set up a rotation, so MK won't go crazy staying in one place.

Ref.

Oh definitely!

MK hates the idea of being cooped up in one place for too long - no matter how much his dads, mentors, and Red try to get him to rest in his delicate condition. Especially after harnessing the powers of the Five Stones and trying to sacrifice himself to the Pillar. That put MK in timeout at Pigsy's for a while.

MK was pretty much passed out after harnessing so much power. Pigsy and Tang made sure he was all nice and tucked into his bed, and fed his favourite dishes every night. MK felt like a little kid staying home sick from school all over again.

Sandy always drops in to make sure MK is taking his natal vitamins and drinking ginger tea for his morning sickness. He's a big softie and can't stand the thought of the Egg being hurt from all that hero-ing they did. He very briefly curses the Black Tortoise for putting MK under so much stress, but quickly apologies and offers some peppermint cookies he baked. Mo happily curls up on MK's lap during these visits - purring loudly against the monkey's belly as if he can hear what's inside.

Mei visited near daily - keeping her fave monkey man up to date on how chaotic their world had become now that billions of people shouldered the Pillar. Lots of funny videos are shared of humans' whose powers activated for the first time.

Red visits as well, not only to tag along with Mei as they did before, but to "court" MK in a subdued fashion. His Noodle Boy isn't in the shape for hitting the town just yet - but MK def finds the flowers, sweets, and heartfelt conversations just as good. Often they fall asleep in each other's arms. Pigsy pretends he didn't see them.

Wukong feels nervous leaving MK alone at all. This monkey will leave a hair clone hidden in the room to keep an eye on MK. Macaque catches Wukong doing this after a single day and scolds him. Only for MK to reveal that he's been seeing Macaque watching him from the shadow of his tv all morning.

After roughly a week; MK develops major cabin fever and is nearly screaming to be let out of his room. It smells. He hasn't had a real shower. He wants to get his own cheese tea!

Begrudgingly his family lets him.

Only for an arguement to spike up between the dads, monkeys, and the Bull family about where MK is going to stay for the remainder of his pregnancy.

Pigsy and Tang advocate for MK to stay in his apartment. Keep him somewhere familiar and close to his family and modern medicine.

Wukong and Macaque suggest Flower Fruit Mountain. That's where MK was born, and where he accidentally spawned his Egg. Maybe his Stone Monkey instincts would prefer returning to his island of birth to have his own baby?

DBK and PIF of course want MK to come live at the Bull Palace in the Flaming Mountains. Him and Red Son have already expressed their intent to court one another, and the Egg has taken enough dao from Red to be considered her child. They can have an entire squadron of Bull Clone servants tending to MK's every need. They are not only concerned for their future grandchild, but for MK himself. PIF's pregnancy with Red was very risky, and they both have trauma from the dramatic birth. If MK were to truly go into distress as so many records of Stone Monkeys suggest, then they want him nearby so that they comfort him and even call in Xiwangmu or Guanyin to help.

The argument continues even as MK walks in through the door with Red and Mei at his side.

MK: "Hey guys, is it okay if I had like a rotation for where I stayed the night?" Wukong: "Huh? Why?" MK: "I want to keep up my training as much as possible, but I know Dadsy and Baba would get worried about me. And I know the baby is gonna be a little fiery-bull baby, so I need to get used to the palace." Mei: "Don't forget sleepovers with da best auntie ever." MK: "Word. And I don't want anyone to think I prefer anyone over them! I love all you guys, and I hope that the baby does too." (*puppy-dog eyes*)

The fam shares glances... and agree to MK's plan.

Being a monkey, MK is instinctually drawn to make a nightly nest, something that before only manifested as messy blanket-hogging. Now he's cooking a mini-monkey, that instinct evolves into making a literal blanket fort every night.

What better way to indulge this instinct than by letting him make a fresh nest in all his favourite locations (almost) every night?

Pigsy and Tang are as adoring as before. They start clearing out the upstairs storage space to make a nursery for the Egg. MK catches Pigsy swearing as he assembles a crib, and just starts bawling at the sweet gesture. The apartment is sort of MK's "default" nesting space when he can't decide on somewhere or would be left alone otherwise.

DBK and PIF are surprisingly protective of MK in this time - owing to PIF's own past pregnancy with Red Son being so risky. The queenly demoness shows MK all of Red Son's most embarrassing wood-block paintings, and all the baby clothes they had saved for just an occasion. DBK will literally carry MK to and from the bathroom if he so pleases it (Red has tried, but can barely carry MK to the couch before he gets winded). His nickname of "Little Thief" now evolved into a term of endearment - what else to call the one who stole his son's heart? The army of robotic Bull Clones tend to MK's every whim - he feels uncomfortable asking a regular servant, and still thanks the robots for their help. [MK just seems like someone who'd thank an automatic door or roomba.]

MK's stays on Flower Fruit Mountain is always time for celebration. The little monkeys can tell that he's carrying, and swarm him for grooming and nap times. Wukong isn't comfortable teaching MK anything too strenuous at this time, but he does trick him into attending pre-natal yoga classes. Macaque is barely any better - he helps MK with his nightly nest-building, like a grand-monkey helping their grown cub. Macaque is the first to confirm the Egg's "quickening" when MK starts to feel it. The monkeys are just delighted to be in each other's company at this time.

If MK just wants some time with his bestie, he heads over to Mei. She has her own apartment deeper in the city, and has already tricked out an "MK and EK room!" ("EK?" "Egg Kid!") for their visits. It took her a moment to understand why MK was making a blanket fort, but she happily joined in when she realised it was a nesting behaviour! Dragons naturally join in with nesting to keep their litter-mates and their eggs warm. There's def photos of MK fast asleep in the nest, hugging Mei tight. She captions one of the photos "Looks like I'm a body pillow tonight. Future nibling has started kicking!"

Occasionally during his time with the Bull fam; MK runs off with Red to the Fire-Wind Cave for... meditating. And actual meditating since MK learned that Red Son used to be Guanyin's disciple and wanted to know what he learned from that time. Lots of soft cuddling and bonding occurs.

A few time Xiwangmu has busted in and offered MK some time in the Celestial Realm so that she can get to know him and her future great-grandcub. MK only comes once he's assured that the time difference isn't how the stories claim it to be (a celestial day is just super long, not actually a whole year passing on earth), and that he can take Red Son or his family as company. Xiwangmu has already prepared an entire wing of the Jade Palace in preparations for the new royal baby.

MK get's time alone of course. If he's not in his regular spots, he's normally playing arcade games or enjoying some nice street food. He makes a point of leaving offerings at the Temple of Nüwa. He wants to honour the goddess that gave him life, and the choice to preserve the lives of this world.

So it's no wonder that MK's Stone Egg 100% ends up being born in none of these super-safe places...

foreshadowing

[fleet-admiral-hiba]

SWEETHEART

Days passed, and you hesitantly went to the kitchen, unnoticed. You wanted to try a recipe you saw in one of Grampa Pulcinella's books, but you were scared. You remembered Arlecchino's words, making you stop before the grand doors. But before you could turn around, the head chef spotted you and beckoned you in, "Master y/n, please come in, we'd like to let you try something" he said, so sweetly and softly. You nodded and went in.

You felt at ease back inside and felt a spark of joy. For a while, you just observed, taking a bite every once in a while. You felt courageous enough to try baking some small cookies, the Snowballs. They were your favourites, and easy to make.

While you were lost in the process, you didn't notice Childe and Capitano watching you, fond smiles on their faces. The kitchen staff knew better than to out their presence, but at the minute, they were happy watching you.

A few moments later, while the cookies were baking, you decided to go drink a glass of water. Walking to the fridge, you noticed the fur of a familiar coat. Looking up, your eyes both sparkled and shined with apprehension. You didn't fear Capitano nor Childe, but what if they didn't... "Hey there, little one. what are you baking today?" asked the ginger, eyes full of love and joy. The same could be said for Capitano, who simply looked around, and somehow had that same curiosity he kept only for you, " Snowball cookies" you mumbled, "that sound so nice, love" said Childe, while kneeling down to your height, ruffling your hair, making you pout softly, "please stop ruffling my hair in the kitchen" you said, your voice oh so quiet. He nodded, knowing you and the standards you liked to keep while baking or cooking.

The head chef called you once the cookies were cooling down on a plate, making sure they were to your liking, before leaving you to it. They looked expectantly at you, waiting for your consent, "can we try one, love?", nodding, you watched with apprehension. what if they didn't like it, and so on.

You were surprised when Capitano scooped you up, content and happy, "this is really good, do you think we can save some for the others?" he asked, keeping you tight in his arms. Nestled in his chest, you nodded, though you voiced your fear, "What if Aunty Arlecchino doesn't like them?" you asked but he immediately interjected, "Don't worry, she'll love them. She learned her lesson from last time, little one".

Happy with that, you packed the cookies in a nice bowl, following the two into the cathedral, where a meeting was about to take place. When they opened the door, Pierro was visibly relieved to see you walk in, food in hand, it was a good sign, that you were giving them a chance again.

"Look who came, my darling," said the Tsaritsa. You gave the bowl to one of Sandrone's automatons, before rushing to hug your mother, shouting a very happy Mommy.

Pierro then beckoned you close, hugging you tight, "Thank you, love, for giving us a chance" he murmured in your ears.

The meeting was going well, and even Arlecchino was, admittedly, enjoying your cookies more when you were smiling. She slid you a letter, which you read while Pierro was talking business.

It was a sincere apology from her, and it meant the world to you, so you jumped down and made your way to her, asking before hugging her.

At long last, peace was back.

[otomehoneyybearr]

Rio's Holiday Event Story!

Thank you @candied-boys for providing the story and photos!

Amidst the falling snowflakes, Rio and I were celebrating the once-a-year Christmas aboard a ship.

The sea biting breeze hitting my skin was chilly, but with the hit the hot wine and ginger cookies Rio prepared, my body felt warm and cozy.

Emma: “Spending Christmas swaying on a ship feels so special, especially in Benitoite with its beautiful ocean.”

Rio: “I’m glad you like it.”

Emma: “There’s no way I wouldn’t like it! You even prepared such a beautiful tree for us.”

On the deck, there was a large tree adorned with seashells and glass balls filled with water, decorations unique to Benitoite.

Rio had brought in fir tree branches and decorated if with great effort.

(While I love familiar trees, I also love the beautiful decorations that evoke the feelings of the sea in this tree.)

As I gazed at the tree, appreciating Rio’s intention to share the essence of Benitoite, I couldn’t help but feels his sentiment, when--

A strong gust of wind blew, causing the hem of my skirt flutter, and a chill crept up from below.

Rio: “Are you okay? Are you cold?”

With a gentle smile, Rio draped a blanket over my shoulders.

Emma: “Thank you. It’s warm because of you.”

Rio: “I’m glad. I’ll do anything to keep you from freezing, so don’t hesitate to ask for anything.”

Emma: “Haha, it seems like you would really do anything, Rio.”

While deeply feeling happy, I savored the sweetness of the hot wine’s fruitiness for a while, but…

Rio: “Emma, come over here.”

Emma: “Rio...?”

Taking his outstretched hand, I was led to the edge of the ship…

Rio: “Look, over there!”

When I look in the direction Rio is pointing, I could see creatures swimming, jumping between the waves.

Emma: “Huh? Are those dolphins?!”

(I’ve only read about them in books, but… that shape must be them for sure.)

Rio: “Yeah. I heard there was a pod of dolphins around here, and I wanted to show you.”

Emma: “Thank you! It’s my first time seeing dolphins!”

(Just when I thought our date on the ship was my Christmas present…)

(So this was Rio’s real gift!)

The dolphins, slapping their tails on the water’s surface, playfully leapt across the waves in groups.

Emma: “They’re so cute… I’ve seen illustrations of dolphins in books, but they’re even cuter in person!”

Rio: “Oh gosh, they’re just too adorable!”

Emma: “They really are!”

Rio: “Yeah, seeing you be so innocently excited while looking at dolphins is just too adorable!”

Emma: “Oh, Rio…”

As Rio gazes at me with eyes shining as brightly as mine did when I first saw the dolphins, my cheeks start to feel warm.

As the two of us stood side by side, shoulder to shoulder, watching the dolphins…

We noticed two dolphins swimming closely together within the group.

Emma: “Are those two a pair? They’re swimming so affectionately.”

I smiled at the heartwarming sight of the two dolphins and followed them with my eyes, Rio suddenly wrapped his arms around me from behind.

Rio: “But you and I are closer, aren’t we?”

Emma: “Haha, that's true."

Feeling a ticklish sensation, I turned around and Rio gently kissed my lips.

The kiss gradually deepened, tasting the sweet flavor of the hot wine Rio had prepared for me…

I felt like I could hear the distant sound of dolphins calling, but I was completely captivated by the kiss with Rio.

Rio, after releasing our lips, turned me around and embraced me tightly, as if to say he still wanted more.

Rio: “Ah, your face is too cute!”

Rio: “Your happy face, your melted expression… I’ve received the best gift.”

Emma: “But I feel like I received the best Christmas present from you, Rio.”

Rio: “No, the present I received is even more amazing. Hey, show me more—”

Entwining our gazes with Rio’s eyes, filled with passion and desire,

He gently caressed my cheek and then kissed me even deeper than before.

I cherished the sweet intimacy and the special Christmas we spent together on the ship, swaying with the waves.

I continued to be intoxicated by the love Rio showered upon me.

[spitefulcrepechan]

Well, I gots the main cast of this bloody swap au all set and done HEHEHEHE

And now to introduce you to them one by one

Telliberry Cookie - A thief that was born in a poverish town. In order to support her home and family, she began going into neighboring towns and cities in an attempt to gather materials needed for survival. Eventually, though, she became hateful towards the rich and luxurious who pawned off the suffering of those like her, and so took to stealing their wealth and pride to give to her struggling town. One day, she stole something from the wrong guy, who arranged for her to be kidnapped and then imprisoned for god knows how long, enduring torture near constantly to the point where they tore one of her arms off all because of one item. While there, she formed a friendship with the nearby crows that would come and slip through the bars, offering them the small amounts of food she was given despite starving to death, which eventually paid off as they managed to free her from her prison and helped her escape. Now with her new corvid companions, she could be able to find all the resources she wanted for her struggling town, hoping to one day give the friends and family she grew up with the paradise they deserve.

Crepe Yasan Cookie - The result of an inventor attempting to create a cookie robot with a heart. They lived most of their life sheltered and when they eventually convinced their parental figure to allow them social interaction with others, they were outcasted and made fun of for their robotic nature. It got to a point where they accidentally activated a self-defense mechanism and nearly crumbled somebody. This very action caused them to be hunted down, not for their violent act, but for the raw and unique power they wielded, and for their safety, their inventor had to abandon them far away in the woods. Now living as a loner, they managed to make a living off of being a wandering mechanics, visiting places and making repairs before leaving onto the next area. They hope to one day be able to finally settle down in a place that could accept them.

Long Hu Feng Cookie - LHF was once comprised of three animals, a snake, a chicken, and a cat. These three animals were the beloved familiars of a witch who was still practicing in making living cookies. One by one, though, the familiars died of natural causes and the witch was devastated, so much that she decided to try and bring her beloved companions back with the baking magic she was given. She did something wrong, however, instead of managing to create 3 individual cookies, she managed to create one singular cookie, made with the remnants of her feral familiars. Even moreso, the cookie did not at all recognize the witch and had its own consciousness. Rather then being upset though, the witch decided to keep the cookie as her own familiar, one that managed to excel in terms of her late friends from the magical prowess it showed. Eventually, it wished to go and explore the world, see what other kinds of magic existed there, and so the witch allowed it, granting it a single silver spoon to use as a magic wand so that they could always be together. With the promise of returning after it has discovered everything Earthbread could offer, Long Hu Feng ventured out in search of new wonders.

Ginger Cake Cookie - He was a creation of a witch much like LHF. Unlike it, however, he was made to be eaten, being forced to run and flee from his creator in order to increase his tastiness. After countless days of trying to survive, he would end up soon rebelling against his tormentor, managing to convince the cakehounds that were made to chase him into fighting the witch, not only earning his but their freedom as well. Wielding a cake knife, he and his pack managed to successfully escape the witch and escape out into Earthbread. Now with the whole world to discover, Ginger Cake journeys with his army of Cakehounds for a place to call home, where they never have to fear being eaten ever again.

Cream Tea Cookie - The current president of the Creme Republic, who's currently on leave due to being on a very specific mission. That mission being to seek out the Five Auspicious Beasts and their Soul Jams in order face against a dabger to the entirety of Earthbread. Accompanied by his soldiers and equipped with his trusty compass, he hopes to accomplish his goal and save his homeland from the sovereign light that threatens everyone he knows and loves.

Due to fateful encounters that tied these five together, these cookies will band together on a journey across Beast-Yeast. With all their skills combine, they will be able to conquer any obstacles that gets in their way of obtaining their goals.

That Goal being to one day find a Kingdom. A Kingdom of Hope.

[rabbitenn]

UTOPIA.

It’s his day, and because of you, it will become an even happier memory that he can’t wait to relive year after year.

ft. Isumi Haruka x gn! reader.

cw/genre: pure fluff.

Happy birthday, Haruka ! He’s grown on me and he’s grown so much himself <3 Something brief and sweet to celebrate this baby’s special day (I know it’s a bit late, but it’s still the 6th for me).

Snow capped buildings greet his morning, akin to the glazing on top of the sugary snacks he so adored.

Eyes of molten acacia blooms look at the world before them for another year, powdery flakes drifting past his bedroom’s window.

Long lashes flutter closed once again, a crescent brighter than the one that’s already hidden behind the horizon, forming on his lips.

Smiles like this one used to be the norm for him years ago, having become with time more rare and all the more precious to those who got to receive them.

He knows you’d tease him, if you had witnessed how smitten he looked at midnight reading your text message.

For all the years he’s known you, you had never failed to make his special day a little brighter with just a few words on a screen.

Happy birthday, Haru ! 🎂💕 Can’t wait to celebrate with you in a few hours, I love you sm <3

Your message is imprinted in rosy shades in the softest part of his mind, as he relishes a few more minutes in the warmth of his bunny patterned covers.

Then, soft knocks are heard on his bedroom door, followed by his grandmother’s voice:

“Haruka, dearie, there’s someone here that’s come to see you! And I’m making a cake for you, it’s your special day.”

With a serene expression, betrayed by the stars in his stare and the unavoidable smile his lips curl up in, ZOOL’s center gets out of bed, rushing to get dressed in his favorite clothes (in truth, it’s just the outfit you always complimented). His fingers close around the necklace you gave him last year, as he stops for a second before the mirror, carefully clasping it.

The sweet scent of meringue and jam greets Haruka before he steps into the kitchen.

His pace quickens, curious to see what his grandmother is working on.

Before he can take a peek, however, warm hands cover his eyes.

“Who’s this?” A familiar voice sing-songs, next to his ear.

A giggle escapes him, a rare treasure that showed only in the right place at he right time, on counted occasions.

“[Y/n]!” He calls, at the same time you uncover his eyes, offering him a cheeky grin. “Dummy…” He pouts.

“Oh, you love it.” You tell him, placing a kiss on his cheek. “Happy birthday, Haruka.” You hold his hands in yours gently, as you lean in again, this time, kissing him properly on the lips.

Your warm presence wraps around him in just one single kiss, a spring breeze at the doors of winter, guiding him to the few still green perennial trees, where birds still sing.

And he kisses you back with just as much care, the fresh taste of chocolate mint chip on a lover’s lips; the lingering spicy sweetness of ginger cookies.

This instant, with just the two of you, the scent of baking cake, and the brightness of a winter morning, is your own idyll, a utopia only possible when it’s the two of you.

When you part, remnants of this handmade dream still float around the two of you, like the first plum blossoms to drift by after the snow.

Haruka looks at you, the sunshine that left his gaze so many years ago, now glimmering truly, just for you.

He’d like to kiss you again.

However, it seems the cake is ready.

Well, he already knows what to wish for before the candles go out.

[roseofdarknessblog]

Vanilla and cinnamon | Levi Ackerman

Your cozy little apartment was full of the most delicious scents that people usually associate with Christmas. Scents like cinnamon, vanilla, ginger, orange, honey, and chocolate were lingering in the air, while soft Christmas music was playing in the background.

It was shortly after noon and you still had too many things to do. At seven o’clock, you were expecting all your friends to come over for a little Christmas get-together. Today, time was your biggest enemy. Since Levi was still at work, preparing everything was your responsibility.

The gingerbread cookies and cupcakes were done, but they all needed decorating. But first, you wanted to take care of the mini pizzas. It was a silly little recipe you once found on the internet years back. All you needed was pizza dough, marinara sauce, mozzarella, basil and olives. Each little pizza had a cute snowman on top, put together from the ingredients.

You were pretty stressed, to say at least. Even if this party was only for your closest friends, who would never dismiss all the effort you put into it, everything had to be perfect. You wanted everybody to have the best time possible and enjoy an evening full of love and happiness.

As you were putting the tiny bits of olives on the mozzarella snowmen as their eyes, mouths, and buttons, you heard the front door opening. „Levi?“ you called out to him. „What are you doing home already?“

„Took half a day off. I suppose you need help.“

With a smile, you looked over your shoulder and waited for him to come to the kitchen. As the temperature outside dropped to below freezing, you could see snowflakes drifting from the heavy grey clouds throughout the entire day. Last night it was snowing so hard, that when you woke up in the morning, the outside world looked like the perfect winter fairytale.

„You’re amazing,“ you said and hurried to him for a hug. With a slight smile, Levi wrapped his arms around your waist and gave you a tender kiss. „I truly need help. There’s just so many things to do.“

„I’m surprised you agreed to host the party this year. You’re always so busy and everything. Maybe you should have let Hange or Erwin take the initiative.“

„No, Hange did the party last time. And Erwin was helping out Miche the year before. It truly was our turn this year,“ you tried to explain, while Levi’s hand was slowly rubbing your back.

Suddenly, being in his arms and breathing in the familiar scent of his body wash made almost all the nervousness disappear. So close to him, you always felt safe and at peace, even if the world was crumbling around you.

„Now, tell me what I can help with.“

„Can you mix the frosting for the gingerbread cookies and cupcakes? I’ll need a simply white one, dark and light green, and red.“ Levi knew a lot about baking since he loved to help you out almost anytime. So when you told him what do to, you didn’t have to worry about him not being capable of doing exactly what you needed. „I’ll finish the mini pizzas and then we’ll start decorating.“

With a quick kiss, he squeezed you in his arms one more time and then hurried to change into comfier clothes. When he came back, he had his matching green and red pajama pants on with a black hoodie just like yours. While you finished up and put the pizzas into the oven, Levi skillfully prepared the frostings you asked for.

„I’ll start with the gingerbread cookies, okay? You can do the cupcakes,“ he said, already taking the big tray with the gingerbread cookies to the dining table.

Working side by side, with music playing in the background, you were done in no time. Because Levi finished his part of the work first, he slipped back into the kitchen and made you both some hot chocolate in one of your Christmas mugs.

„Here you go, take a little break. We’re almost done,“ he said, kissing the top of your head as he put the mug next to you. „Is there anything else I can help with?“

„All that’s left to do is prepare the Mack and Cheese. The baked one with bacon, which Moblit and Nanaba love so much,“ you said, taking the hot mug into your hands. The hot chocolate smelled more than delicious and you couldn’t help but smile over the tiny snowflake sprinkles Levi put on top with the whipped cream.

„I love that one.“

„I know that that’s why I decided to make it instead of the classic one. The others will all bring some of their favorite dishes as well, so we should have a ton of options.“

With a loving smile, you leaned over to Levi and gave him a long love-filled kiss. Levi’s fingers grazed over your cheek, gently taking your lower lip between his teeth as soon as you wanted to pull away.

„You did such a great job with all of this food, I’m very proud of you,“ he whispered, your lips still touching. „They all going to love this.“

„I really hope so,“ you said quietly and gave him one more kiss before you went back to the delicious hot chocolate. While you were drinking it, you looked over the gingerbread cookies Levi decorated – traditional gingerbread men, trees, snowmen, angels, candy cane, and much more. Since you had tons of cookie cutters in your collection, you loved doing as many shapes as possible. With the white, red, and green frosting, they looked adorable and very appetizing.

„The house looks nice, right? I quickly cleaned the living and dining room in the morning. Oh, and also the bathroom of course.“

Levi smirked and reached for one of your cupcakes, which were decorated as little Christmas trees and snowmen. The snowman one had a sweet vanilla frosting on top, while the Christmas tree ones tasted like cinnamon. You knew they were Levi’s favorite flavors, so you combined them into some type of pastry every single year.

„Everything looks more than amazing, love. You really turned this place into a Christmas fairytale.“ Hearing his words made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You really did try your best and now could only hope, that your friends will see it as well.

Fairy lights were everywhere you looked, just like other smaller or bigger pieces of decorations. You never went too over the top, even if you loved the holiday season more than any other time of the year. Even Levi learned to love all of this – the festive throw pillows and blankets, string lights, bows, garlands, candles, wreaths, and snow globes.

„I’m so tired,“ you sighed and hugged Levi once again, resting your head against his, while he was eating the snowman cupcake, seemingly enjoying it. „But it’s going to be a very nice evening I hope. It’s been a while since we all met up and just sat down for dinner.“

„Adult life is busy.“ You nodded, running your fingers through his silky black hair and closing your eyes for a moment. „But... I have tomorrow off and I know you do, too. So we could go ice skating if you’d like.“

„Yes, please. That would be perfect. We could go in the afternoon and stay until sunset, so I could take a couple of nice winter photos.“

Levi chuckled quietly and kissed the top of your head. He then very generously smeared a bit of vanilla frosting on your nose. Before you had time to complain, he kissed the tip of your nose and licked the frosting off, making you laugh and forget about all the tiredness.

„You go rest for a while Y/N, I’ll do the Mac and Cheese. It won’t be the first time.“

„No, no. Together.“

Levi rolled his eyes with a smile, finishing up the cupcake. But that was all the complaining he did. So in the end, you ended up cooking together. After that, it was time to set the table and get everything ready for the evening. Only then you had a couple of minutes to take a break and cuddle on the sofa by your lit-up Christmas tree, while you talked about what you’re going to wear later on. It took you a few minutes, but you ended up convincing Levi to match the color of his shirt with your dress.

[herrscherrofyatta]

Hi! I saw your post about what you write for, and i was wondering if you could do some pure vanilla angst? (since he shares the same voice acter with dainsleif, so it means they both need some angst made) Maybe an AU where instead of white lily turning evil maybe its pure vanilla?

after this request i'm going to request a dainsleif angst next!(if it's not closed by then) Stay safe, sleep well, and eat well!

Of course! I love angst, especially if it's pure vanilla angst. There's never enough Pure Vanilla and Dainsleif angst here. Any type of angst is allowed here after all, that's why I'm here lol

I hope you don't mind me going off some scenarios I have saved from TikTok, off my angst playlist more specifically ✨

I'm not creative enough to think of a new name for Evil PV so I'll just go with Dark Enchantress Cookie, that's how he'll be called, just a heads up!!

Staring at the old buildings with no emotion in your blank eyes, Ginger Brave's voice is heard behind you, the other members of his group talking among themselves, "what's wrong?" He asks as you slowly shake your head.

"No, nothing." You walk ahead of everyone, seeing a familiar greenhouse in the distance.

The magic school you attended all those years ago with White Lily and him, it seems like it was abandoned as you head towards it, despite all the overgrown bushes and leaves, you remember your time here.

Stepping in front of it, the other cookies soon arrive as well. After they went inside, you stood outside, looking around before hearing what seemed like faint footsteps and your eyes caught a glimpse of him that made your eyes widened.

Following what you just saw, your steps began slowly until you broke out into a sprint, trying to catch up to him.

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Gingerbrave and his friends wander around the abandoned magic school, trying to find (Y/n) cookie who are nowhere in sight, "maybe they went they saw something?" Strawberry cookie said nervously.

He looks over at Wizard cookie, "do you know anything about (Y/n) cookie?" The cookie knew about the ancients better than him so, Wizard cookie lets out a hum.

Slowing his eyes to think, "they were also an ancient cookie like White Lily cookie and Pure Vanilla cookie, so a great cookie indeed." He finishes off as GingerBrave averts his eyes, he remembers how (Y/n) cookie was also a part of the memories they saw earlier.

'Me and (N/n) Cookie would be delighted if we could study together with you, isn't that right?' Pure Vanilla turns his head to the side to indicate that you were there next to him. There's a silence before Pure Vanilla's face grew even brighter as White Lily cookie gives them an unsure look.

As they were all gathering past memories and fighting the enemies that still roamed the abandoned school until they spotted the very cookie they were missing just a good distance from them. "(Y/n) cookie! There you are!"

You flinched at the sudden voice from behind as you looked back, the bow you were holding has a strong grip before you heard those footsteps again and a soft, gentle voice made you turn away from the group, the yelling of your name echoing behind as you run.

'(Y/N)! NO!' You're shoved to the side, Pure Vanilla took the blow that was directed to you by the dragon being ridden by Dark Enchantress Cookie as he lets out an evil laugh at the sight of Pure Vanilla rolling to the side, heavy injuries visible on him.

'Pure Vanilla, (Y/n)!' You hear White Lily cookie scream as you reach your friend, cradling him in your arms as you fumble with your words.

'This is where you cookies will meet your ends!' Dark Enchantress Cookie yells as the dragon attacks, the last thing you did was hug Pure Vanilla harder, trying to protect him with your body then everything went black.

Reach the top of the stairs, Ginger Brave and his friends see you standing there, staring at something before you drop your bow and running towards the encased person in what seems to be in the shape of a glass wizard hat.

Your eyes shimmer with tears as you hold up a sob that threatens to escape your lips as you carefully place your hands on the glass, glossy eyes looking at Pure Vanilla's figure who stares back at you with a troubled look on his face.

"...(y/n)? What...are you doing here?" He says in a tiny voice, one that you recognize as you focus yourself to stand. "I...." He shakes his head, "you need to leave, now."

Taking a step back, you scan the glass, trying to find a way to break it and set him free.

The rest of the cookies come over and Gingerbread does a little speech just as you succeed in breaking what held Pure Vanilla caged in.

As you prepare to catch him, the glass breaks but instead of Pure Vanilla being there, it's someone else that makes you frozen in place.

Eyes glued on the cookie behind Pure Vanilla as he yells at you to leave quickly.

Dark Enchantress Cookie grits his teeth as the sight of former self, swinging his staff at it, "get rid of that weak thing," and you barely pull Pure Vanilla towards you, tugging on his robes making him land onto you.

"Oof!" Gingerbrave and his friends quickly get in front of you two, preparing to either talk it out or prepare for battle.

I guess you could guess what happens next.

Glancing down at Pure Vanilla who was in your arms, your eyes watch him before glancing back at the evil cookie in front of you.

And it clicked.

"Ahh!?" You hear the cookies cry out in pain as the dragon manages to take down all of them.

Standing up, you feel Pure Vanilla grasp your hand, as if telling you not to go and not fight alone. If Darkness Enchantress Cookie managed to defeat you and the rest of your friends back then, you stand no chance alone.

"Still..." You take off his hand as the dragon finally focuses on you, blasting fire as you stand in front of Pure Vanilla, how in hand as you point an arrow.

"It's my turn to protect you," you say, aiming for the cookie on the dragon as he glares at you with such hatred before his eyes are full of anger and hatred is replaced with confusion when he notices that you are aiming at him rather than the dragon.

The fire blast is heading towards you at a fast speed as his eyes widened, reaching out towards you as if on instinct, "even if....it's just an illusion."

"What are you doing!?"

He yells.

Gingerbrave screams out, smoke emerging from where you stood, no sound coming from you as the smoke finally clears up.

There you were, shielding Pure Vanilla before slowly dropping to the floor, motionless as the healer sat there shocked at what he just witnessed before he disappears.

A ghost of the past, that's what he was, a ghost of Dark Enchantress Cookie's past.

Yet, you protected him knowing he wasn't real since his real, present self was the one in front of you all.

Custard cookie III quickly runs to you, trying to heal the heavy injuries on your crumbling body.

"I-I can't, nothing's working." The young cookie says, as the rest of his friends are resuming the battle. He sees that your eyes flutter open for a bit as you mumble out a few words.

"....pure vanilla...save him...please.." you weakly look up before passing out again, a couple of cracks appear on the side of your face.

Luckily your arrow managed to take down the cookie off the dragon, letting everyone attack him before he manages to retreat. But not without giving a final glance as the young cookies surround your body.

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⛸️Heart To Heart - Yechan┈༝༚༝༚♡ﾞ

⛸️Special thanks too: XSusuBunnyX Yechan, Xikers

⛸️Note: I'm so sorry this didn't come out on the day it should have, my friend distracted me then a huge personal thing happened, but it's out now so thank you for requesting have a happy holidays

⛸️TW: cheating : slight toxic relationship (more towards the beginning) : cursing : mentions of food :

⛸️Prompt: Last Christmas

12-7-23

Around this time last you, you and your now ex boyfriend Yechan spent your time making Christmas cookies, it's not like you didn't love him anymore, the opposite actually you were and still are head over heels in love with him, he may have messed up in the past, but that didn't mean you couldn't love him, your friends tried to tell you how wrong it is, "he cheated on you for god's sake!" Your friend would always scream.

That day you walked into your home, not your boyfriend's house, not a friend's, your home, you saw your boyfriend and some girl, you could say 'oh there just friends' but friends don't kiss each other...But you pretended nothing happened, instead of making a big scene you just put your shoes back on and left, but your best friend wasn't having it, instead of blocking him she grabbed your phone and went on a long tangent about how much you loved him.

Yechan soon realized how much of a treasure you are, how much your deserve to be handled with care, he made several new social media accounts, all of them only following you. He'd watch how you'd meet up with people he's never seen before, one photo really caught his attention, you and what seems to be a guy, locking lips in the middle of your living room. That photo sent Yechan into a fit of rage, he almost felt betrayed, quickly grounding himself he realized he had no right to feel this way, he cheated on you and you moved on.

But that was all a year ago, now it's December again, a very lonely Christmas this one was, all your friends went back home for the holidays, work was cancelled due to bad weather, and you couldn't even go and see your own family due to flights not going to your home town, you were stuck and alone, your only company was the Christmas tree and your ginger bread cookies, not even Christmas movies were cheering you up.

Once realizing you had no more drinks in your fridge you sighed a deep sigh, walking to the door you put your snow boots on, your hat, your gloves and Marshmallow like jacket, grabbing your keys, wallet and, phone you headed out the door, locking it once you were outside. Not even your puffy jacket could keep you safe from the winds and snow flurries, upon arriving at the convenience store, you see a familiar sad figure dragging it's way through the isles.

Your eyes widened once you realized who it was, looking around you see the other convenience stores are closed, 'who closes a 24 hour store' you complained to yourself, sighing you made your way into the store keeping your head down, booking it to the drinks, "Yn..." You heard a soft voice behind you, freezing you stayed still not responding, "oh my, Yn I'm so fucking sorry I really am, I didn't realize how much I needed you when you left, I was too dumb to realize, please baby" Yechan said.

"I'm not your baby Yechan" you said barley above a whisper, Yechan looked at the back of your head "I know...I'm really sorry..." Yechan said pausing "when I said I loved you I meant it" finished, as if his words flipped a switch inside of you, you turned around your eyes slightly wide "if you loved me you wouldn't have done it" you said your voice slightly raising, Yechan looked down at the ground.

"But thank you" you said softly catching Yechan off guard just what were you thanking him for? "Now I know what a fool i am" You said tears puddling in your eyes "even tho you hurt me...I still love you..." You said a few of the tears falling down your cheeks, Yechan gasped reaching for your face, wiping the tears away, he looked in your eyes, oh how incredibly beautiful you are even when you cry.

A few seconds felt like hours, the tension between you two grew, Yechan leaned closer and closer till his lips brushed over yours, you put a hand on his chest pushing him away as you turned your head to the side, "If you kiss me now, I know you'll fool me again..." You said, your voice low enough only Yechan can hear it, although he still had to strain his ears to hear you.

"Yn please..." Yechan pleaded pulling your head back to face him, "If you kiss me now I'll never fool you again" Yechan said softly, leaning back in, your lips met, it felt as if time resumed, right where you were supposed to be. After that night you and Yechan took it slow, not dating again till almost a year after that night in the convenience store. Yechan swears on his everything, he will never ever hurt you again.

[girl-next-door-writes]

Merry Christmas To All, And To All A Good Night!

Characters: Armitage Hux x reader

Summary: Two years on and some things have definitely changed, but has Hux really given into the Christmas Spirit, or is it simply something else?

Word Count: 1043 words

A/N: Okay, so to be totally honest, I forgot I hadn’t finished this little series, and it wasn’t until a lovely reader left a comment over on AO3 asking about it that I realised I should probably do that. I love these two idiots and almost 2 years on, this feels like a fitting epilogue.

In his mind, he had created the most perfect, the most festive moment possible. The fire was crackling as the light tones of a gentle piano softly filled the air with Christmas carols; a form of Christmas music he had not realised he quite enjoyed before meeting you. The room was illuminated by the firelight and the playful twinkling of the fairy lights which adorned the tree. The scent of pine combined with sugary treats caressed his nostrils each time he inhaled, and his heart felt warm and full as he looked at the pile of gifts beneath the tree. That had been the plan.

In reality, however, the tree he had acquired was too damned big for the room, and bent ominously to the left despite his best efforts. From where he stood, the decorations were… adequate, but he knew for a fact if he took two steps to his right, the whole display looked like a two-year-old had simply thrown things at the tree. The fire was a nightmare to get going and the sleeve of his Christmas sweater now had a small scorch mark to prove it. His attempt at Christmas cookies sat on a plate on the coffee table, burnt around the edges, icing running all over and pooling in places which highlighted the unevenness of his offerings. At least the music was soothing.

“Millicent… don’t you dare.” He glared at the lythe ginger cat who was eyeing the tree once more. The fact he’d had to pry the little maniac out of the branches three times already, causing the gifts beneath the tree to become a little battered, had him narrowing his eyes, preparing to pounce before she had a chance to make it a fourth.

Just as he was stalking towards his troublesome cat, he heard keys in the door, and his whole demeanour changed. A soft smile tugged at his lips, and a feeling of nervousness, which had never quite left him when it came to you, washed over him. Suddenly, he felt very self-conscious. Should he rush to greet you?  Should he lean against the fireplace? What should he do with his arms? As he floundered for the right response, you came into view and all that nervous anxiety faded into the background.

“Hello, sweetie. Wow! Looks like you’ve been busy while we were away.”

He simply shrugged, as if this had not been a complete labour of love, taking him the entire week while you had been visiting family. Armitage watched you closely, desperately hoping for your approval.

“What do you think, little one? Did daddy do a good job?” You smiled softly at the six-month-old child in your arms, who seemed rather enamoured with the twinkling tree.

“I’m sorry it isn’t your usual standard…”

“My standard? Oh, you sweet, adorable man, this is absolutely perfect. Thank you.” You crossed over to him and tenderly caressed his cheek before placing a loving kiss to his lips. This was your third Christmas together as a couple, the first as parents, and the effort he had gone to made your heart grow twenty times bigger.

“Well, I wouldn’t say perfect.” He murmured, bending a little to kiss his daughter’s forehead, catching Millicent disappearing beneath the tree out of the corner of his eye.

“Armitage, it is perfect.” You smiled tenderly and he felt that familiar feeling of his world softening around the edges.

As you passed your daughter over to him, you took in all the little details. The mistletoe hanging, and the smattering of tiny holes in the ceiling where it had obviously taken him several attempts to get it to stay up. The lop-sided tree, missing its star because the top branches were crushed against the ceiling. The oddly shaped cookies which possibly should have been snowflakes, but now had the appearance of melted snowmen. Turning your gaze back to your husband, watching him explain the intricacies of tree decoration to your tiny daughter as she reached for the sparkling lights, you really couldn’t describe this as anything but perfect.

“Oh, Millicent! For god’s sake!” Armitage huffed as the ginger menace’s head popped out of the branches, a smug, self-satisfied look on her face as several baubles bounced to the floor, causing you to laugh.

“I take it she has been ‘helping’ you with the tree since you got it?” You smirked as he rolled his eyes.

“She is just lucky I haven’t punted her out of the window yet.” He groused, but there was no real threat there, you both knew Millie was part of the family and he adored her.

“Millicent Hux, get out of that tree.” You said sternly, and the cat slank back, not leaving the tree branches, but at least staying out of sight, so that could be considered a win.

Armitage wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. “I missed you. I know I was working, but…”

But the festive season without you by his side just reminded him of how lonely he had been before you had dragged him into this magical chaos. Every day, he was so grateful that you had seen something in him worth pursuing, something that meant you put up with him at his worst as well as his best. Placing a tender kiss to your forehead, he silently thanked whichever supernatural deity who was responsible for dropping you into his life.

“Oh, I got us all new Christmas jumpers. I’m afraid this one is more colourful than your last.” You smirked as you looked up at your husband with a hint of adoration. This adorable, awkward mess of a man really was the best person you knew, and you enjoyed pulling him out of his comfort zones.

“When you say colourful… please tell me it isn’t neon.” He sighed dramatically, trying to hold back his smile.

“You always assume neon. When has it ever been neon?” You teased, heading over to your bags to find the jumpers.

“One day your mummy will bring me neon, and I will only have myself to blame.” He cooed down at his daughter with a grin. His girls were home, Christmas was fast approaching, all was right in his world once more.

[canonicallyobserving911]

Guardianships and Good Cop Parents

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

New Buddie Fanfic Available in the "Bad Cop vs. Good Cop Series"

Part 8 is now available on AO3: "Guardianships and Good Cop Parents" - Another work-related accident reveals Buck’s and Eddie’s parents’ true motives regarding their relationships with their grandchildren, Chris and Liz. But how will they react when they learn legal guardianships have already been established and they don’t include them?

"Guardianships and Good Cop Parents"

14.9K Words; Rated: Teen and Up Audiences

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Here's a snippet of Eddie discovering Buck's been injured at work.

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Eddie's almost finished and he’s in the process of putting the steaks into the freezer when he hears Chris scream, “DAD!”

The sound he hears in Chris’ voice causes him to immediately abandon what he’s doing and he runs towards the scream he heard while leaving the freezer door open.  His breath hitches in his throat as he continues to search every room for their two children.

Chris screams again, “DAD!  COME QUICK!”

Eddie’s eyes are frantically searching every room for them.  He feels like he’s running a marathon and even though he’s run longer distances in the past, he’s almost completely out of breath.  His lungs feel like they’re on fire as he tries to get to their son and daughter.  He checks the living room first but when he doesn’t see them, he heads down the hall towards the family room.  He’s sure it’s the only place Chris’ blood curdling screams could be coming from because it’s where the largest TV in the house is located and the kids prefer to spend time in that room instead of the living room because the sectional couch is in it.

Once he enters the room, both Chris and Liz are staring at the TV and he notices Liz is still holding a half-eaten chocolate chip cookie.  They’re both motionless and their eyes are glued to something they’re watching on the TV screen.  When he turns his head to face the direction they’re looking in, he sees the words “Breaking News” at the top of the screen and underneath them, there’s a Los Angeles ladder truck in flames.

His eyes move to the right so he can look at the captain’s seat and that’s when he sees it’s completely engulfed.  The truck is burning so badly only two of the firehouse’s identifying numbers can be read on it and they’re ‘18’.

He can’t tell if it belongs to the 18, 118, 218, 318, or 1118 firehouse because they’re all active stations located in Los Angeles County.

His phone starts ringing and it’s like everything starts happening in slow motion.  His head feels like ginger ale is rolling around in it and even though he can see Chris and Liz are ok, everything else in the room looks completely fuzzy.  He doesn’t have to look at the caller ID to know someone from the LAFD is calling and his suspicions are confirmed when he looks down and reads, “LAFD Headquarters” on the display of his cellphone.

It's the telephone number the department uses to contact spouses whenever there’s an emergency.

Everything after that happens fast.  It’s the Assistant Chief calling and he’s familiar with him because he just so happens to be his brother-in-law, Chimney Han.  He was promoted at the beginning of the year from Battalion Chief and now he works directly with Chief Alonzo who will be retiring in a few months and after he does, Chimney will be promoted and will become the new Fire Chief.

In this moment, flashbacks of the last time Buck was sitting in the captain’s seat of a burning firetruck flood to the front of his mind like raging waters in an ocean during high tide.  His voice becomes strangled as he prepares to answer the phone but he doesn’t have a chance to say anything before Chimney starts talking.

When he lifts it to his ear, he hears Chimney call, “Eddie?”

His eyes widen and he inhales as he meets his son’s eyes and motions for Chris to change the channel and keep an eye on Liz so he can take the call in another room.

He’s trying not to panic but he’s having a difficult time of it and once he steps into their bedroom, he closes the door and asks, “Where's my husband?”  He heaves a deep breath and continues.  “Chim… I—I need you to tell me the truth!  How—how bad is it?”

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Bad Cop vs. Good Cop Parents

Parts 1-8 are available on AO3 and Part 9 will be available soon.

This series follows Dad!Eddie and Dad!Buck as they parent their two children, Christopher Michael Buckley-Diaz and Daniella Elizabeth Buckley-Diaz.

74K Words; Currently 8 completed works. 

A multi-part fanfic series about Eddie and Buck parenting their teenage son Chris and their daughter Daniella.  Usually, Eddie's the bad cop parent and Buck's the good cop parent but occasionally, their roles reverse. Also, as different situations occur, they are both bad and/or good cops.

"Becoming the Bad Cop Parent" - 7.3K words; Rated General Audiences:  Or Buck gets a call from Christopher's school and for the first time he has to be the bad cop parent.

“Growing as Good Cop Parents” - 8.8K Words; Rated: Teen and Up Audiences:  When Chris makes it home after hanging out with his friends, Buck smells and unmistakable scent and everything that happens afterwards, helps him and Eddie realize they’re growing as good cop parents.

“Bad Words and Bad Cop Parents" - 6.0K Words; Rated: Mature:  After Chris accidentally drops the “F” bomb in earshot of Eddie and Buck, they have a family meeting and hijinks ensue as they work on eliminating “bad words” from their vocabularies before they have an addition to their family.

"Grateful Good Cop Parents" - 9.2K Words; Rated: Teen and Up Audiences:  Buck and Eddie are anxiously awaiting the birth of their daughter, Daniella Elizabeth Buckley-Diaz.

"Brokenhearted Bad Cop Parent" - 10.2K Words; Rated: Mature: As Eddie prepares to return to work, Daniella’s reaction to his adherence of the LAFD dress code makes him feel like he’s a bad cop parent but Buck’s there to comfort both of them.

"Guys, Girls, Curls and Good Cop Parents" - 5.7K Words; Rated: Teen and Up Audiences: Buck, Eddie, Chris and Daniella all have thick hair but Buck’s, Chris’ and Daniella’s is curly and it tangles easily. Since Daniella’s getting older, her hair is growing and Buck and Eddie have to find ways to not only comb and style it but they also need to find the best products to use.

"Both Being Bad Cop Parents" - 10.7K Words; Rated: Teen and Up Audiences: Buck and Eddie have to tell both Chris and Daniella “No” but neither child likes it.

Parts 1-8 are available on AO3.