#christmas drabbles 2022

[russellrustles]

mr know-it-all - c. leclerc

prompt: 6 - “did you know that mistletoe is a parasite?” requested by @f1tingz (proofreader p! <3)

word count: 0.7k

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Charles’ first fact of the day comes as a rather unexpected announcement.

“Did you know that mistletoe is a parasite?” he states with a sort of smug pride, clearly eager to share this newfound knowledge as he watches you struggling to hang some mistletoe on a door frame. You’re balanced precariously on a rickety stool, swaying like a sapling in the wind as you pay more attention to the bunch of leaves and berries than your own safety.

“Oh, really?” you reply, a little unfocused as you stubbornly refuse to turn away from the mistletoe until you succeed in your mission of putting it up.

Charles’ footsteps grow louder as he nears you and you feel a gentle hand on your waist. “Here, let me sort this out for you,” he offers, helping you down from the stool and hanging the mistletoe up above you after a few attempts.

“Well, thank you very much,” you tell him, picking the stool up to move it out of the way, but before you manage to walk away he grabs you by the wrist.

“Ah, I think you’ve forgotten what we have to do if we’re both standing under the mistletoe,” he mockingly scolds you, shaking his head. With a playful sigh, you put the stool back down and lean in to kiss him, his hands resting on your hips as your own rest on his chest.

“Much better.”

❆

The second fact of the day comes a few hours later.

“You know, it takes like seven to ten years to grow a Christmas tree,” Charles explains as he walks around a tree, closely examining it. He pauses a few times, taking closer looks, sometimes moving a branch around here or there, absolutely devoted to finding the perfect tree.

The two of you had decided that you may as well get a tree today, seeing as you have already started decorating your home, and consequently you’re now strolling around between rows of firs on a Christmas tree farm. Charles is intensely focused - you can’t resist snapping a photo of him inspecting trees and posting it on your story.

“Wow - I mean, logically that makes sense, but that’s not something that I’ve really given much thought to before,” you say as you put your phone away. Charles responds by giving you a small smile, before moving on to another tree.

“Which one do you like, amour?” he asks once he’s taken a good look at this tree as well.

You glance at the trees around you, but, indecisive as ever, you let Charles make the choice, “Seeing as you’re the Christmas tree expert, I’ll let you pick the best one.”

His face lights up with joy and all of a sudden he looks like a kid in a candy store as he takes a look around, obviously thrilled to be given full freedom regarding this choice.

After a few minutes of Charles rushing from tree to tree, the two of you leave the farm hauling an obnoxiously large fir behind you. Finding a way to get it into your apartment is an issue that you’ll find a solution to later.

❆

The third fact that Charles shares with you is just straight up bizarre.

Christmas songs have been filling your home for an hour or so now - it had been Charles’ idea to turn them on, as he had claimed that it’s the perfect way to get into the Christmas spirit, despite the fact that you have already been doing festive things all day.

“Jingle bells was the first song ever played in space,” he tells you only a few seconds after the song comes on.

You put down the mugs of hot chocolate that you’re preparing and give him a puzzled look.

“Cha, everything you’ve been saying today is very interesting, but where the hell are you getting all these facts from?” you question him. In response, he grins sheepishly and starts rhythmically tapping the counter of the kitchen island.

“I googled a bunch of Christmas stuff this morning because I was bored. I thought that you might like to hear some of them,” he admits, and you can’t help but respond with an ‘aww’.

Wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug, you come up with something that matches Charles’ competitive nature perfectly, and whisper, “I have a fact for you too, Mr Know-It-All.”

“And that is?” he asks, looking down at you with an intrigued expression as he runs his fingers through your hair.

You have to stifle a giggle in order to get your words out, “If we take part in a Christmas quiz then we’re definitely winning.”

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

hiii, i have more ideas!!!

what about if Y/N who is a close worker for scrooge but she's hiding that she's sick and she overworks herself that she collapse outside his office and scrooge is worried and has flashbacks to his sister jen.

so angst to fluff pleaseee

A/n: Yoooo why do you gotta do this to me!

Both of them harbor feelings for one another. Scrooge is just to stubborn / scared and the reader just thinks he hates her.

You did your best to suppress the chill that ran down your spine. You felt hot, everything was hot and your body ached whenever you moved. You had to suppress the urge to not vomit, to took every will power for you not to just sleep.

“Y/n.”

Jolting awake you felt your heart race as you looked around the room. You didn’t even realize you dozed off. Looking up you flinched from the hard gaze your boss gave you.

“I don’t pay you to sleep Y/n.”

Opening your mouth you held back a cough, your chest burning as you gave him a weak smile. “I’m sorry sir. I did not get enough sleep last night…I’ll do better I promise.” You whispered lowering you head, gazing at your lap.

Stepping close, Scrooge held his hand out to touch you. He didn’t mean to sound so harsh, he honestly did not know why he even said something so harsh. Quickly pulling his hand back he nodded his head then turned away from you. “I’ll be back.”

He waited for your usual goodbye, that bright smile of yours that always seem to make him feel better but he received nothing. Lowering his gaze he quickly stepped out of the door.

+•+

Once he was out the door you let yourself go into another coughing fit, seeing that the fire was about to die out you stood up, legs shaking. Everything seemed foggy. Why was it getting so dizzy, taking step forward you let your hands grasped your desk only for you to slump forward, your legs giving out and that’s when everything went back.

Glancing at the bottle of medicine in his hands Scrooge hoped this would help your cough, he wasn’t stupid he knew you were doing your best to hide your cough, he just couldn’t figure out why you were hiding it from him. He would have let you go home, we’re you scared of him, I mean he was trying to work on himself.

“Y/n?” You should have called back to him or at least greeted him by the door, you always greeted him by the door. Rounding the corner his eyes went wide when he spotted your form right outside his office,his heart dropping into his stomach as the bottle of medicine slipped from his fingers as he rushed to your side.

“Y/n!” Kneeling beside you he pulled his hand back, your skin was ice cold but your head was burning up, he tried to squash the fear building inside of him and suddenly he wasn’t seeing you, he was seeing his seeing his sister. He couldn’t let that happen to you, he couldn’t lose you like he lost her. “I’m not.”Biting his tongue he lifted your body as he wished out of his office. He had to get you some place warm, he had to make sure you would survive this. “I will not lose you too.”

+•+

“I do not give a damn!”

Everything felt hazy, like you were trapped in a fog but it was the shouting of a familiar voice that had awoken you.

“I have done all can for her, the rest is up to Y/n. Good Day Mr Scrooge.”

Hearing a closing of a door you flinched then closed your eyes pretending to be sleep as your boss slipped into the room you were sleeping, a room you’ve never seen before”

“Pompous ass.” Muttering under his breath his he knelt beside you. His hand grasping yours gently, seeing you lay in bed like this brought up feelings that he had buried, one’s that didn’t like to think about. He knew he shouldn’t feel this way towards you, his employee but it was so easy to fall for you and now he couldn’t help but think about Belle. His mistake, one of the things he regretted but he was not going to let this chance pass and while you maybe sleeping and while he he would tell you when you were lucid he wanted to get this off his chest.

“Y/n….I am sorry….I am sorry for not noticing your sickness sooner…I’m sorry for being such….for being such a coward…for not admitting my feelings for you…and while you way not be awake to hear this. I love you Y/n.”

You could feel your heart hammering in your chest. You weren’t sure how long you waited for him to fall asleep, how long it was until you listened to his confession but it made you happy. Wincing you shifted your body then glanced over noticing that he had fallen sleep beside the bed you were, the man still clutching your hand and as your eyes adjuster to the darkness you finally spotted Prudence laying by the foot of your bed.

“He took me too his home.” Biting back some laughter you smiled watching him. “I love you too, you silly man.”

[frostandflamesfanfic]

Of Sweets & Sweaters (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Of Sweets & Sweaters (Rated T)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader (gender neutral)

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warnings: Brief language and suggestive comment made by Steve, nothing too crazy.

Summary: Stevemas Day 5- A few months after the Great Hawkins 'Quake, Robin decides to throw a little holiday celebration for the party and the older kids. However, Steve isn't too happy with the dress code. Is there anything you can do to convince him otherwise?

“Hey, babe?” Steve’s voice called out from your shared bedroom.You had to bite back the smile that threatened to stretch its way across your face at his tone of voice. It was fairly obvious what his whining could be about. What was so wrong about having a little fun in the process?

“Yes, honey?” you replied in the sweetest tone you could muster. 

“You love me, right?”

You couldn’t help it; a small snort escaped. “Of course I love you. Why would you ask that?”

“Because if you loved me,” your boyfriend’s voice grew louder as he approached the kitchen, “you wouldn’t be forcing me to wear this absolute and utter monstrosity.”

He stepped into the room wearing the brightest red sweater you had ever seen in your life. Covered in pom-poms and tinsel, Steve looked as though he had stepped right out of an offensive Christmas card. To top it all off, there was very exaggerated Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer stitched into the front of the sweater.

You gave a low whistle. “Damn, babe,” you mused. “And here I thought it looked good on the mannequin. This is so much better. I think red really is your color.”

“Oh, yeah?” Steve raised an eyebrow. “Well then, where’s yours? I wouldn’t want you to miss out on sharing this experience with me.” 

You smiled and held up your hands, which were currently covered in dough. There was a dusting of flour all over your clothes, making you look as though you had spent plenty of time in the fresh snow from the previous evening. For the last few hours, you had been slaving over a hot oven putting together the fixings for some of your friends’ favorite holiday desserts. 

Dustin loved brownies, especially when you folded pieces of Three Musketeers bars into the batter. Eleven had found herself becoming partial to your peanut butter blossoms, although it’s most likely because Mike introduced her to the best part: the Hershey’s kiss. There were cookies for Max and Lucas, who preferred to have their snacks on the go. Nancy always preferred the elegant classics, so you went with a chocolate silk pie, which you knew she would love to share with your queen of sweets: Robin. For Eddie, you made your spiked eggnog meltaways, which you knew for a fact Jonathan always stole a few bites of when no one else was looking. 

“My god, it looks like a bakery exploded in here,” Steve remarked, walking over to the counter to swipe some cream cheese frosting that you made for Argyle and Will’s pineapple-banana hummingbird cupcakes. 

“Hey!” you exclaimed, swatting his hand away after he stuck the dollop in his mouth. You tried your best to shoo him back from your workstation. “You have your own desserts coming. I’ve been baking for four days now. Wait your turn, mister.”

“Desserts, as in plural, hm?” Your boyfriend sidled up behind you and snaked his arms around your waist, face buried into the crook of your neck. 

“I may have made that chocolate bark you love so much,” you said with a hum, allowing yourself to melt into his hold for a moment. There was something so special and intimate about these moments with your boyfriend. Steve made you feel like you were the most important person in the world, not just to him, but everyone. You always hated attention, but the love and admiration you noticed in his eyes every time he tells you he loves you makes you overlook that distaste – if only just to see him happy. 

“Oh, yeah?” Steve smiled against your skin, his lips pressing against it in the form of many light kisses. You had to refrain from giggling. “What else?”

“And there might be some fresh gingerbread in the oven right now.”

There was a gentle nip to your ear, which was accompanied by wiggling fingers that danced along your sides. “Mmm, nothing else?”

You gasped and turned to swat at him again. “Steven Joseph Harrington!” you exclaimed. “You get your mind out of the gutter this instant! How dare you try to seduce me while I’m baking for the children.”

Steve groaned. “I can’t help it how hot you look in that apron, babe,” he whined. “Just want to eat you up.”

A hot flush burned at your neck as it spread up and across your cheeks. “Well, maybe later,” you stuttered out. “But for now, I have to get back to work on these treats if they’re going to be ready for us to take to Robin’s tonight.”

In preparation for the holiday season, yours and Steve’s shared best friend, Robin Buckley, had decided to throw a little impromptu party for your friends. After everything that had gone on in your small town over the years, she was determined to salvage one of the happiest (or, to quote the great Andy Williams, the most wonderful) times of the years. She had been planning the party for weeks, selecting only the “best” Christmas films of all time and records that would keep everyone feeling the Christmas spirit – even if it meant playing a few Black Sabbath songs for Eddie. Everyone was meant to bring something to eat and you had volunteered to bring the desserts. While you had nothing against the local bakery, there was nothing like the taste of a freshly made baked good that came from the heart rather than a plastic container. 

The only catch? The dress code was U.C.S.O.:

Ugly Christmas Sweaters Only, otherwise known as what Steve liked to refer to as his own personal hell.

Speaking of your boyfriend, he sighed and stepped away from torturing you momentarily to run his fingers through his dark brown hair. “Fine,” he relented. “Do you need any help, though?” 

With a sigh, you glanced around the warzone of a kitchen and placed your hands on your hips. Everything was pretty much done for the most part. There were a few things in the oven, but everything that needed to be prepped before the party was already set aside and cooling. “I mean, I think I’m just about done. Just have to clean up and get everything out of the oven.”

“If you want,” Steve offered, “I can finish and clean up so you can get ready.”

You felt your heart grow soft as you smiled at the man before you. “Really?” you asked. “You’d do that for me?”

Your boyfriend shrugged. “Of course! How could I say no to my baby like that? I would be, like, the world’s worst boyfriend then, wouldn’t I?”

You giggled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Not the worst. But you would most certainly still be the cutest.”

“Well, shucks, babe,” Steve teased as he began to roll up his sleeves. “I’m flattered.”

With a wink, he pulled on his yellow rubber gloves and procured a sponge from beside the faucet. His outfit reminded you of the old days, back when your relationship was still new and the two of you were battling an alien dog that had eaten one of your babysitting charges’ cat. While you were glad those days were behind you, there was still a part of you that missed the adventure and worried if the quiet domesticity would be enough for Steve. 

It wasn’t that you were afraid it wasn’t what he wanted– the two of you had had a lengthy conversation about your futures, with both of you being in agreement of wanting to start a family together at some point. You were more worried about the fact Steve may become bored with the idea of a domestic you, where the most rebellious thing you did each day would be whether or not you cut the crusts off your sandwich. 

“Babe?” Steve’s voice cut through your thoughts, snapping you back to reality. When you glanced over to acknowledge him, you noticed the concern practically radiating off of his face. “Are you okay?”

“Hm? Oh, uh, yeah,” you tried to console him. “Just…got lost in thought is all.”

Unfortunately, that hardly did anything to lessen the stress your boyfriend exhibited. His frown only deepened as he set down the sponge and pulled the gloves off to cradle your face in his hands. There was an emotion you couldn’t quite place flickering in his expression. It was almost like a twinge of sadness mixed with…guilt? 

“Are you sure?” he asked, more urgently this time. “You looked like you were in, like, another world or somethin’.”

Oh. 

It made more sense now. Ever since the earthquake, Steve had been increasingly protective over you. He worried about your every move for months, especially since you had become seduced by the siren song of a ticking clock. The same song that took the lives of so many others. It almost took you away from him, too. The night you froze in his arms, shaking in fear with eyes rolled toward the back of your head. They didn’t know your favorite song, they didn’t know how to save you. In an act of blind desperation, Steve had hummed the only song he could think of, which was coincidentally the first song you danced to at the kid’s Snow Ball: Time After Time. 

You can still remember how soft and broken his voice sounded as he sang to you. 

“If you're lost, you can look, and you will find me,” he whispered between tears. “Time after time. If you fall, I will catch you, I'll be waiting. Time after time.” 

If you didn’t believe in the power of true love before then, you did the moment you broke free from the trace and came face-to-face with Steve’s teary hazel eyes. When he finally realized you had come back, he pulled you into a dizzying and searing kiss you can sometimes still feel if you think about it. It wasn’t just a declaration of love, or the feeling of relief, but a promise of a future he one day hoped to share with you. 

“Steve.” You reached up to grab his face with your own hands. “I’m fine, I promise. I was just thinking about things.”

“Are- are you sure?” His voice came out a bit crackly, as though he was on the verge of anxious tears. 

“Absolutely one-hundred-percent sure,” you assured him. With a bit of additional height gained from being on your tiptoes, you pressed a kiss onto his lips. I’m here, it said. And I’m not going anywhere. 

“Now. I’m going to go get cleaned up and get this flour out of my hair so we can get ready to go. If we make them all wait for too long, Robin’s gunna put us on dishes duty.” 

Steve groaned. “But we already did so much…” 

“No, I did the baking. You just stood there and looked pretty.”

Your boyfriend playfully lifted a nearby dish towel and proceeded to swat at your butt with it. “Okay, that’s enough outta you, babe. Go get ready.” 

- - - - - - - - - - - -

About an hour later, you arrived back downstairs feeling refreshed and excited for the holiday festivities that undoubtedly lay ahead of you for the rest of the night. You tugged are your sweater, hoping the material wouldn’t rise up too much over the course of wearing it. When you had washed the sweaters, you had made the mistake of drying yours a bit too long. You were pretty sure it had shrunk, but there was nothing else you could do about it. 

“Well, damn,” Steve let out a low whistle. “I think it’s official. My baby can make anything look good.”

Flattered, you blushed and gave your boyfriend a playful twirl. The sweater wasn’t that much different than his. Fashioned from a similar red colored yarn, your sweater boasted more snowflakes that pom-poms. A non-red-nosed reindeer outfitted the front, its grin appearing a little too eager for the holidays. Tinsel adorned the neck and wrists of the top, as well, ensuring that you’d definitely stand out alongside Steve. 

“Why thank you,” you teased. “But I still think you wear Melvald’s originals better than I do, babe.”

“Remind me to burn that store to the ground one day.” 

You rolled your eyes and slipped on your coat. “It’s not that bad, Steve!” 

“Says you!!” your boyfriend argued. “You literally look smoking hot, while I’m over here looking like a very festive tomato.”

“Ah, yes. But you’re my festive tomato.” You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before you picked up a tower of cookie containers. Was this potentially too many desserts? Possibly. But what else are the holidays for if not enjoying sweet treats with the ones you love most? 

“Come on, tomato boy!” you called from over your shoulders. “Help me load in these desserts so we can go show the kids just who means business at Christmas trivia.”

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Author's Note: Anddd we're back. How's everyone enjoying Stevemas so far? We're almost halfway through at this point, and I have to admit, I'm starting to lose a bit of steam. I have about four unplanned fics left to write, so if anyone has any Christmas (or other holiday season) ideas, please feel free to send them my way!

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Until next time, my little sparks <3

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[littlecherryhuanlin]

The First Snow- Johnny Suh

This story is part of a special series for Christmas, you can follow the updates on the calendar, for more content feel free to check my masterlist.

Word Count: 0.62k

Warnings: fluff, a little bit of angst, established relationship, overwork (implicit), subtle mentions of relationship problems such as lack of quality time and miscommunication.

The smell of hot chocolate invaded Johnny's nostrils while YN placed two cups full of the warm liquid on the table in front of him, a shiver running through his body when his cold hands touched the hot object, the design on the mug making him smile unconsciously reminding him of Jisung, YN soon slipped into the boy's lap, quickly covering herself with a double blanket and picking up her Anna mug that matched his one.

It was relatively cold and any ordinary person would have been locked inside under warm blankets, but not them; Johnny had insisted that they should stay out in the yard waiting for the snow, the one he claimed was coming today. Johnny had checked as many meteorology channels as he could, and if he said he hadn't been over-enthusiastic with most of them agreeing that the snow should arrive that week in Seoul he would be lying.

- We're going to get sick - said the girl taking a sip of the brown liquid and turning around to get a marshmallow from her boyfriend's cup - and I still don't understand why.

- We won't get sick - he placed the cup on the table pulling his girlfriend's hood around, placing it where it should be, and leaving a light touch on her nose - if you dress appropriately for the occasion.

- Occasion? An event in our backyard that we don't even know if it will happen- She said retorting only to have her boyfriend pulling her close while sticking his head in her neck almost making her drop the cup in her hands while muttering what she deduced were contestations to her claims- I still don't understand why you're so obsessed with it, we can watch the snow together anytime.

-That's not true- he huffed pulling away from the girl, they both knew that anything between them had to be meticulously planned due to their schedules and that even simple moments like sitting together had been difficult lately, which led the couple to some disagreements- and it would be different... - YN studied his face carefully, Johnny was definitely worried and invested in the idea of watching the snow with her, slowly the woman leaned towards him as asking him to continue - the first snow is special, now be quiet and look straight ahead.

- Well- the girl let out a little giggle seeing her boyfriend who almost never got frustrated blushing violently and looking away, quickly turning around to check if she wasn't missing anything she turned back to him determined to get an explanation- different how, my love?

- Couples who watch the first snow together stay together- His answer took YN completely off guard, obviously, the girl had heard the saying before, however, she never thought that Johnny believed in it - And I don't want to be separated from you.

Without thinking twice, YN pulled Johnny to her sealing their lips in a tender and affectionate kiss, of course she was also worried about their current situation, but seeing her boyfriend openly trying his best to keep them together, even waiting in the excruciating cold, touched her deeply.

When they parted ways, YN couldn't help but appreciate his beautiful features until something caught her eye out of the corner: snowflakes.

- No worries then- Johnny opened his eyes with a confused expression, noticing the smile on his girlfriend's face he decided to follow her gaze only to find what he wanted so much, the first snow of the year, bright and warmer than he thought it would be, with his lover in his arms he couldn't help but smile- I think we're going to be together for a long time.

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[theladyofdeath]

could you maybe do a holiday prompt which involves someone getting drunk at the holiday party lol

Ship: Rowaelin // Rowan x Aelin A/N: Ugh, I just adore it when someone gets awkwardly drunk. I hope you enjoy! Thank you for the prompt! x T/W: Drunkenness, language

Rowan hated Christmas music.

White Christmas had been playing for what felt like forever. It was not a party song, not in the slightest; and yet, here it was...playing at a party. It made the night he had been dreading drag on even longer.

He felt like he'd been there for at least an hour.

It had only been ten minutes.

Although not his dream job by any means, Rowan didn't hate his job. He went in every morning, got his shit done, and went home in peace. The majority of his coworkers, however, were not who he considered people that he would be hanging out with outside of the office. Most of them were over thirty years his senior, and most of the others thought they were hot shit considering they made almost triple digits a year.

There was only one face he was excited to see on the daily, but she had yet to arrive.

The hotel that was hosting their annual company Christmas party was beautiful. It was old, one of the oldest buildings in Orynth and had been revamped just enough to keep it thriving. The original copper ceilings still hung above him and a crystal chandelier glittered in the strung Christmas lights. The room they were currently in had surely once been one of the many ballrooms, but it had been transformed into a restaurant with a dance floor.

Rowan sat at the bar.

Alone.

Glancing down at his half-empty glass, Rowan thought of everywhere else he could be. He could be at Lorcan's, also getting drunk but at least getting drunk with someone he liked....and downing drinks that were cheaper than ten dollars a glass. He could also be with Fenrys, or Vaughan, or Gavriel, or Connall, or at home by himself, enjoying the silence and doing whatever the hell he wanted.

Maybe it was the fact that the party was mandatory. Maybe that's what pissed him off. If he had the option to come, he probably would have come anyway, but at least he'd have the freedom to do so.

Damn, where was she?

Rowan finished his drink and ordered another. By the time an hour had actually passed, Rowan had a line of empty glasses in his past and his toes were feeling funny. Light. Tingly.

This time when he ordered another one, the bartender paused. "You're not driving home, right?"

Rowan snorted - a snort that he felt went on a little too long. "I- I live in the city. Of course I'm not driving."

It was obvious.

No one drove in the city. Rowan did have a car, but it sat in the parking garage until he left the city limits. He wouldn't dare drive himself if he was going anywhere within city limits. Parking was a bitch. And too costly.

Why pay for parking when you're already paying for drinks?

A taxi was cheaper for the mile back to his apartment.

Rowan ordered another glass.

And that's when she walked in.

Aelin Galathynius, the only woman that worked in his office that was under the age of sixty, strode into the room like she owned the place. Her golden hair was unbound and the dark green dress that she had donned was far too scandalous for their regular nine to five.

Gods, she was gorgeous.

She was always beautiful, no matter what she wore, no matter what day it was. At first, Rowan couldn't stand her. She was too stubborn and that mouth of hers? He had never heard such a loose tongue. The same reasons he had hated her were now the same reasons that he now couldn't stop thinking about her. Every day, especially on those days that he dreaded sitting in his cubicle, she's what got him out of bed and behind his computer.

She spotted him and grinned, ruby lips twisting as her blue eyes lit up. After saying hello to a few of their coworkers, she was walking in his direction, hips swaying.

Rowan took a sip of his drink.

"Hey stranger," she said, grinning as she slid onto the stool next to him. He couldn't help but watch as she crossed her long, smooth legs. "How many do I have to drink to catch up?"

For a second, Rowan forgot how to think. Then, he said, "No idea. Ten? Maybe?" Even as the words came out, he felt his body sway.

Aelin chuckled. "You're gonna spend half your paycheck before you leave this place. It's ridiculous that they don't pay for an open bar. Seriously, they own our souls, the least they can do is get us drunk enough to enjoy ourselves at this thing."

Rowan grinned, taking another hearty sip. "But then we probably wouldn't get our Christmas bonus, and that's the only reason we all stick through the shit every year."

Aelin huffed a laugh. "Fair enough." She ordered a martini. "So, are you doing your usual? Staying for two hours so that the boss knows you've been here and socialized, then ducking out?"

Rowan thought on it for a moment. "Depends, I guess."

Aelin arched a brow. "On?"

"If I decide that there's a reason to stay any longer," he said, eyes drifting to hers. There was always a sense of mischief lingering in those eyes of hers. It drove him wild.

"I see," she crooned, just as her martini arrived. Her lipstick left its mark on the rim of the glass.

The two of them fell into a comfortable round of small talk. He asked about her day, she asked about his. Talking to Aelin was easy, it always had been, ever since Rowan decided that he no longer wanted her to shut up and leave him alone. It was effortless, their conversation, and five minutes quickly turned into ten, then twenty, then it had nearly been an hour since he had been sitting there, facing her.

"I hate this song," Aelin groaned, finishing off what was in her glass as Mariah Carey's All I Want For Christmas blasted through the speakers. "It haunts my nightmares."

Rowan hummed his agreement, sliding yet another empty glass to the other side of the bar. "We can go outside."

Aelin arched a brow. "It's snowing."

"Don't like being cold?"

"Does anyone?"

"I don't hate it as much as I hate this song."

Aelin chuckled. "Fine. Can you walk straight enough to make it to the sidewalk?"

Rowan nodded at her two empty glasses, even though she hadn't drank anywhere near what he had. "Can you?"

Aelin hopped off the bar stool and adjusted her skirt as she narrowed her eyes at him. "Come on."

The second Rowan's feet hit the ground, he was regretting every decision he had made that night. The room around him swayed and he had to grab onto the bartop to keep his footing. He was on the verge of cursing as a slim arm snaked around his waist.

"Come on," she said, perfectly amused. "Cold air will do you some good."

"I'm not that drunk," Rowan protested, tossing his arm around her shoulders.

"You didn't just hear how badly you slurred."

"I didn't slur."

"Oh, yes you did."

Rowan shook his head, but he knew she was right. Yet, he didn't care. Considering he and Aelin were walking out of the hotel with their arms around one another, Rowan didn't care about a thing.

As they stepped outside, snow was falling from the starlit sky in heaps. The flakes were so thick that he couldn't see to the other side of the street.

But he could see Aelin in perfect clarity.

"It feels good out here," Rowan muttered, closing his eyes. Aelin grunted as his full weight hit her. He hadn't realized that their arms were still around one another until he opened his eyes again and looked down to find Aelin already watching him. "I promise I'm not that drunk."

"Liar," she said, grinning. She leaned into him. "We've known each other for a while now."

"We have," Rowan agreed. "A few years."

Aelin nodded. "And, over those few years, we've flirted quite a bit."

A choking noise came out of Rowan. "Flirted?"

"Yeah, flirted."

"I guess we have," Rowan said, the world around him hazy and unsteady. "A few times, maybe."

"And yet you've never asked me out."

Rowan blinked, slow and drunkenly, as Aelin looked up at him curiously. "I've never asked you out?"

"Nope."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm pretty sure I would have remembered if you had."

"Do you want me to ask you out?"

Aelin's arm around his waist tightened. Her body was warm up against his. "I thought I've made that obvious."

"I've never been great at picking up hints," Rowan confessed.

"Obviously." Her laughter rose above the noises of the city street. Streetcars passed by quickly and people who were enjoying the city lights and Christmas decorations walked by, hand in hand, in awe.

"So, do you wanna-"

"No."

"No?"

"Don't ask me."

Rowan fumbled for his words. "I thought you wanted..."

"Not while you're drunk," she said, her lips twisted in the smallest of smiles. "Ask me when you're sober."

At some point, Aelin must have signaled for a taxi because one pulled up to the curb and she led him to the back door.

"Your two hours are up," she said, lightly, and opened the door before dropping her arm from his waist, at last. "Better go home and sleep it off."

Rowan plopped into the backseat of the taxi, nearly falling over in the process. "But-"

"I had fun tonight," she said, and even though he was drunk off his ass, Rowan knew that she meant it. It was because of that that he put on his seatbelt and let Aelin close the door.

He rolled down his window. "I'll call you when I'm sober?"

"I can't wait," she promised, just as the taxi pulled away from the curb and into traffic.

First thing in the morning, when his head is pounding and he's regretting every drink he had, he'd call.

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𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙾𝙽𝙴: Ornaments w/ Maggie Greene

a/n: yes!! it's a new month-long challenge, aren't we excited! i appreciate all the love on just the masterlist already, i can't for you guys to see what i have in store for you all! :]

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You didn't need it, you weren't here for it, but yet, they were so shiny and easy on the eyes. You hadn't realized how hard you were staring down the box of bright red ornaments until Maggie had stopped besides you, following your gaze.

"I think if ya came back with those or ornaments, Daryl would have yer head." You heard your girlfriend say with a smile. You sighed sadly, tearing your eyes away from the Christmas decoration. "I know.. but I just miss it. I hate that we never got to spend a Christmas together. It all seems so.. irrelevant now." She took you by your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "But we're here now, aren't we?" You nodded, still throwing a longing look at the bulbs. Little did you know that this had got Maggie thinking, a glint in her eye that told her she was about to win the girlfriend of the year award.

You should've been suspicious when Carol had invited you to the Kingdom to spend the day with her and Ezekiel, when Daryl had been the one to come retrieve you and saying he wanted to stop and hunt for a moment. In your defense, you were having a lot of fun with your family, you felt like you hadn't been able to have any one-on-one time with any of them in a while. You were bent over, listening closely for an animal when Daryl pulled away from you. The walkie talkie had crackled, a muffled voice sounding out as he made sure to walk far enough away from you.

"Daryl?" You called out to him. "Hush." He said simply, before murmuring something back to the person on the radio. You just scoffed, rolling your eyes playfully as you kept your arms raised and ears peeled. "C'mon." Daryl said abruptly, speeding past you. You shot up to your feet, "But what about the rabbit?" He just grunted at you, murmuring something along the lines of 'forget about the damn rabbit.'

The ride back to Alexandria was spent with you enjoy the cold air, the snow beginning to fall as you stared up at it in wonder.

"You can be a real hard ass." You complained fakely as you got off of his bike — even though he helped you off of it in the process. "Mhm." He hummed in amusement.

Now that you were finally walking home, the exhaustion was finally getting to you, the cold making you shiver. Something red caught your eye, the lights bleeding through the closed curtains. It was coming from your home. Curiosity bubbled in your stomach as you walked up the steps of your home, walking through the threshold, you called out for your girlfriend as you hung up your coat.

"Maggie?"

"In here!"

You let out a gasp as you saw a brightly lit Christmas tree in your living room, right in front of the window. Maggie turned her head to look at you with a smile, her hands occupied with putting a bright red bulb at the very top of the tree, almost like the same ones you had saw back at the store.

"Oh wow.." You said in amazement, "Did you do all this?" There were tears in your eyes by now as she approached you. "Not without Carol, Ezekiel, and Daryl's help." You laughed, wrapping yourself around her as you both admired the tree. "I figured we deserved to be able to share a Christmas together, don' you think?" You nodded, peering at her. "Yeah, I think so." You pulled her into you even more, locking your lips with hers as you wrapped your arms around her waist.

Finally, your dreams were coming true.

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White Christmas

12 Days of Christmas: Day 7

Plot: While staying with Chris for the holiday, you get your first white Christmas.

Pairing: Christopher Pike x Gn!Reader

Words: ~700; very short I know, sorry!

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As you walked around Chris's kitchen, you felt your stomach grumble at the smell of the food cooking. You had come back to Chris's home on Earth for the Christmas leave. And you had decided to invite the others over for a pre-Christmas dinner, before they all did their own things for the vacation leave.

Spock, Una, La'an, Hemmer, M'Benga, Uhura, and Erica were all on their way. You and Chris danced around the kitchen together as you prepared the tables and food for their arrival. You had even gotten them each a gift for them to open after dinner.

As you finished setting the table, your eyes glanced up to the window, and you felt excitement jolt through you. As you ran over to the window, you caught Chris's attention.

"Are they here already?" He asked as he watched you.

"No, it's snowing!"

Chris smiled as he walked over to look out the window as well. "Yep, right on time" Looking over at you, he saw your excitement and he chuckled "Now, I know you've seen snow before."

You smiled "Yeah I have, but I've never had a white Christmas before. Do you think it will last?"

Chris nodded "Once it starts snowing out here, it often stays until Spring." You looked over at him and smiled brightly.

He smiled at your excitement and gently placing his hand on the back of your head. Pulling you closer, he pressed a kiss to your temple.

Looking at the clock, he smiled down at you "Wanna take a quick walk?"

You nodded gleefully before you quickly made your way to grab your coats. Chris smiled fondly at you as he took off his apron and followed.

As you made it outside, the snow began drifting quickly down from the sky. The sun was slowly being hidden by the heavy snow and clouds.

"It's already piling up!" You looked around at the ground, seeing the dirt and dead grass slowly being covered with a blanket of white.

Walking across the property with Chris, checking on the horses, and looking at the slowly freezing creak nearby. You stopped to stare out at the trees as the whole area started to look more like a winter wonderland.

"Catch!" You heard Chris yell, as you spun around.

As a small snowball smashed against your chest, you let out a startled gasp, followed by a laugh .

"Hey!" You yelled as you quickly reached down to scoop up some snow.

Throwing your own snowball at Chris, he quickly dodged it "Uh-oh." He joked as you began grabbing more.

As he started running up to you, you quickly threw another snowball, hitting him in the chest before he got to you.

Grabbing you, he held down your arms "Cease fire!" He yelled jokingly before you both stumbled backwards.

Falling to the ground with a yelp, you both began laughing.

Chris was lying over you, looking down at you "I know better than to start a war with you" He said with a chuckle.

You grinned up at him "As you should."

He smiled brightly as he gently began wiping away the flakes of snow landing on your face. He smiled adoringly down at you for a moment before he spoke.

"I'm glad you came here with me."

Your smile brightened "Me too."

Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to your lips, ignoring the cold that began soaking into your skin. Pulling away, he gently caressed your cheek with his gloved hand.

"This is our first Christmas together."

You smiled and nodded "Hopefully the first of many."

He smiled before pressing another quick kiss to your lips.

Hearing the distant roar of a shuttle approaching, both of you looked up, seeing one soaring over head towards the house. Chris looked down at you as you both remembered the dinner.

"Oh sh-" Jumping up, Chris grabbed your hands and pulled you up.

As you both began to race back towards the house, feet sinking into the deepening snow, you let out a laugh you couldn't contain.

You saw Chris grin from ahead of you as his hand stayed wrapped around yours.

xx End xx

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An Ackerman Christmas

Summary: Levi brings you to his family for Christmas.

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader

Notes: This is for Rei's "Happy Birthday Levi" event

Taglist: @ladycheesington @levi-supreme

You pull your new coat onto your arm with a tiny groan. Your attempt to muffle it doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend as he picks up his keys from the glass bowl on the island counter. The floor to ceiling windows flood the modern apartment with light along with the sight of thickly falling snow. Levi has his back to all of that as he crosses the space to you, one hand moving to your back at once. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his eyes automatically dropping to your growing belly. Anxiety gathers in his tone as he lifts his eyes to yours once again. When he worries, those beautiful eyes are full of grey. You touch his forearm gently.

“It’s just an ache.” you explain, “I’ve been sat down all day.”

His brows furrow as he pockets his keys and brings that hand to hold your hip, his thumb rubbing your side. “You were up and down a lot yesterday. You should have done your wrapping on the couch while I was out getting our groceries.”

You step in close to him, linking your arms around his neck. “I never know how long you’re gonna be though. You could have accidentally walked in on your gifts.”

He huffed. “Better me seeing them than you straining your back by doing too much.” His hands rub over your back experimentally. “Here?” he asks, as his fingers rub into the muscles of your lower back. He smiles, feeling you relax more into his arms at the soothing feeling. 

You nod into his neck with a contented sigh and so he presses a little harder, enough for the ache to ease away. You stroke the nape of his neck in gratitude. 

“Thank you,” you mumble as you snuggle into him some more. “That feels so nice.”

Levi’s fingers move in tender circles. “You need to take it easier,” he advises you. “Let me do more.”

“I draw the line at you wrapping your own presents,” you insist, nuzzling his jaw. “You do plenty for me as it is. Besides, I doubt I’ll be exerting myself that much for a while,” you remind him. “Thank God, Christmas is an annual thing only.” You smile into his skin at how Grinch-like you sound. You love Christmas a lot but at the other end of the season, you’re thankful for the next eleven months off from the manic sales, the endless spam of Christmas emails, the smell of Christmas pudding and the taste of mince pies. Although, this year, you’ve had next to no mince pies since the baby appears to have decided that mince pies are the devil’s food.

One of Levi’s arms moves up to wrap around your shoulders. “Let me,” he whispers against your temple. “I want to look out for you. You’re the one growing our child inside you.” He kisses your forehead and you melt even more. 

“Mmm,” you reply. “I just don’t want you taking on too much.”

“I’ll be fine. I’d rather we didn’t take any chances. You need all the energy you can get for nurturing our baby.” Levi drops a hand down onto your bump again with a loving caress. You watch his face as he stares down at your child. He’s going to be such a good dad, you think with utmost certainty. 

“Okay, I hear you,” you promise. “I’ll be careful,” you assure him, “within reason.”

He touches his lips to yours briefly but the touch is full of love and your fingers caress his neck again. “Come on.” he says after a moment, “we can beat the traffic if we go now.” he points out. 

You nod and allow him to help you with the rest of your coat. After making sure you’ve got everything, you leave the apartment behind.

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It had been agreed that Christmas dinner would take place at Levi’s mother’s house this year. 

Last year Levi had hosted the dinner and Kenny had spent hours antagonizing Levi by making messes and winding Levi up about his clean freak nature. Levi outright refuses to attend the celebrations at Kenny’s house due to it being a “cesspit of the lowest standards” according to Levi. The desire to not annoy or upset Kuchel would be enough to restrain both Levi and Kenny from arguing too viciously and it was a good compromise. Not to mention the fact that she had more space. Yours and Levi’s apartment was currently being occupied by various deliveries for the nursery (which Levi was still decorating and refused to put the boxes in there for now). 

You do manage to avoid most of the traffic on the drive from Karanes to Stohess. You arrive at the Ackerman house - well, actually, it’s more like a small manor - just before midday. Levi carries the bag of presents (most of them for Kuchel with a couple of bottle of liquor and cigarettes for Kenny) while you walk ahead. 

It was between Kenny and Levi’s efforts that they managed to secure this manor house outside the city centre for Kuchel. Painted sunrise yellow with light-coloured borders and rooftops, it boasts a circular drive that, in the sprint, is surrounded with colourful flower bushes and fruit trees. In the winter, the greenery is replaced by bare wood and fallen leaves merging together after a great deal of rain. Colourful Christmas lights are strung across the blankets, lighting the trees in some cheerful brightness once more. Floor lamps light the pathway in various colours as well, which you admire as you walk down the main pathway. 

A small set of stairs leads up to a wraparound porch and a pair of double doors that are already opening. You’re greeted by a smiling Kuchel who hurries down the steps to greet you, arms outstretched, her grey eyes falling to your stomach. The last time you saw her, you were barely showing. Her smile grows as she hugs you.

“Merry Christmas!” she tells you with a kiss on the cheek. You hug her enthusiastically. She smiles of apples and pastry and your stomach rumbles at the thought of the dessert. A welcome response compared to the morning sickness that has only just abated in the last week or so. “You look so beautiful,” Kuchel tells you as she pulls away, cupping your face and gazing over you, her eyes dancing over your face and then back to your stomach. Another welcome thing to hear after worries about how bloated you look have been creeping in. “You feeling okay?”

You nod warmly. “I feel great, thank you. Merry Christmas!” You pull her into another hug and she welcomes it, rubbing your back. It’s nice to feel a mother’s hug again. 

It’s been about twelve years since your own mother walked out, on Christmas Day no less. The thought of doing that to your baby makes you feel ill. You’ve prayed to whatever deity might be listening that your mother was struggling with some mental illness or went into witness protection or some other reason that would make sense to you as to why she’d disappeared. But over time you’d come to accept that she had just turned her back on being your mom. 

As soon as she releases you, she sweeps Levi into her arms, giving him just enough time to put his bag down and wrap her up in his embrace. “Happy birthday, baby,” she says, her hand stroking his hair and the other rubbing the back of his shoulders. You enjoy the slight tint of red in his cheeks at the endearment, “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Mom.” Levi kisses her on the cheek. “You doing okay?” he asks, his eyes flicking towards the house. 

“I’m good,” Kuchel assures him with a hand on his arm. “Kenny’s behaving himself,” she adds, moving aside so he can pick up the bag again.

“For now.” Levi mumbles.

Kuchel smiles at him. “If either of you know what’s good for you, we won’t be having a repeat of last year.”

“Hell no,” Levi agrees with a glance at your stomach. “Besides, mother and baby don’t need the stress.”

“Exactly,” Kuchel agrees firmly and returns to you, sliding an arm around your shoulders, guiding you into the house. “How’s the babba doing? Do you still have morning sickness?” 

“The baby’s really good. I had a scan last week and the doctor is really happy with things,” you tell Kuchel as the three of you walk into a light foyer, painted with a strip of alternating flowers and leaves in a strip running around the middle of the walls. Cabinets holding up pictures of Levi, Kuchel and Kenny fill most of the wall space. In the middle of one of them you see the photo of you and Levi sat on your couch holding up the scan photo. You smile as emotion bubbles up in your throat. “Plus the morning sickness has finally gone,” you add, grasping onto the conversation again.

Kuchel leads you all into the lounge, a cooling space colour-wise with grey walls with silver patterns along with blue sofas with silver cushions. Already occupying an armchair and a beer sits Kenny, his hat perched on the corner of the head of his armchair. He fixes you all with a crooked smile and raises his glass to you.

“Happy Holidays y’all,” he declares then takes a swig of his drink.

“Merry Christmas,” you tell him politely. 

“Kenny,” Levi acknowledges before carrying the bag over to the table in the middle of the room and setting it down next to it. “Still sober I see. Impressive.” He removes his coat and then takes yours, carrying them both back into the foyer. 

“Ain’t it just?” Kenny retorts, eyeing his sister with an exasperated look. 

“I don’t know why you’re bothering with that look,” Kuchel shrugs and marches over to her brother’s chair. “For god’s sake, Kenny. I have a coat rack you know?” She snatches his hat and marches off with it. 

Kenny chuckles. “Why bother when I know you’ll just come and do it?” he drawls. 

Levi’s fists clench as he returns and your hand moves to his wrist, your thumb stroking the inside of it. “You better not be leaving Mom to do all the cooking you piece of shit,” he groiwls. His other hand moves to cover yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“Wouldn’t know where to begin being that kind of useful in the kitchen,” Kenny scoffs, throwing back another swig of his drink. “I just finance the takeaway industry instead,” he adds with a wide grin that shows off his yellowing teeth. Your stomach churns in disgust. 

“I’m amazed you’re not the size of a house,” Kuchel grumbles as she crosses the living room and gestures for Levi and you to take the couch. She sinks into the armchair opposite her brother. 

“Ah see I keep plenty of it. There are plenty of ladies out there to exercise with.” 

Kuchel scowls at him. “You’re disgusting.”

You feel Levi’s arm move around your shoulders, squeezing it. “You can’t pretend you’re a halfway decent human being for one day?”

Kenny shrugs. “Hey if Missy here is gonna be joining our family - she may as well get to know the real me, you know?”

“She is already part of our family,” Kuchel insists, giving you an encouraging smile which quickly drops. “I can only apologize,” she says to you, “for saddling you with this idiot,” she adds with a glare towards Kenny. 

You raise your hand with a short laugh. “It’s okay.”

“See, she’s got a sense of humour. She’s gonna need one to deal with us.” Kenny eyes you with a bemused smile before lowering his gaze to your stomach. “Whoa-boy, you’re getting big now, huh? You’ll soon be waddling around all Mama Duck, eh?”

“Kenny!” Kuchel fumes.

Levi’s shoulders have gone rigid and his teeth grind together. He leans forwards, his hands closing into fists. You grab his hands quickly just as Kuchel speaks. 

“You’re a disgrace.” she snaps at Kenny. “Speaking to a pregnant woman like that.”

“Hey, I didn’t say she wasn’t attractive,” Kenny defends himself. Levi’s eyes flare up with rage and he lifts his hands out of yours. “Or that Mama Ducks aren’t cute.” Kenny adds with an exaggerated wink at you. He holds his hand up again when Levi rises from his seat. “Oh come on, kid, give me some credit. It’s a freaking joke!” Kenny barks. “I’m not about to hit on my nephew’s woman, am I? You’re way too easy to wind up.”

Levi scrutinizes his uncle with a glare so intense that you’re worried that he may actually start a fight with the older man. However, he unclenches his fists as he steps forward, leaning over Kenny with an expression of distaste. “Keep pulling that shit and see what happens.”

“Levi.” Both you and Kuchel speak at once. You sound pleading but Kuchel sounds irked. “That’s enough,” she insists. “No more of this. We’re going to sit down together and we’re going to act like a goddamn normal family even if it’s just for one day.”

Kenny lowers his beer onto a side table and raises both hands. “Fine, fine! I’ll behave or whatever.”

Kuchel looks disbelieving but drops the subject, Levi, however, keeps glowering at his uncle. 

****************

Thankfully things settle down as drinks are served, your cushion is fluffed twice by Levi, and conversation about what everyone’s been up to begins to flow. Kuchel updates you all on some plans for the following summer with her friends and yet she is determined to be around lots for the new arrival. Levi encourages his mother to take the vacation and even Kenny tells Kuchel to go for it. He advises her to avoid certain parts of Marley and is particularly encouraging about the area known as Liberio. 

Surprisingly you find yourself engaged in that conversation with him as you admit that Liberio is on your list of places you want to travel. Kenny cautions you about certain areas as he has personal experience of discovering some of the seedier neighbourhoods. This time, when he talks about them, there’s less perversion in his tone and more objective judgement. However he doesn’t do a complete u-turn and so he still makes a few jokes about the women there and mocks some of the men in bar fights. 

Although Levi keeps an eye on your conversation with Kenny, he also takes the chance to talk in-depth with his mother. 

Before you know it, it’s been two hours and Kuchel gets up to work on dinner. Despite Levi’s protests, you insist on helping since you’ve been sitting for a long time and want to move around a bit. Kuchel assures her son that you’ll be fine with her and soon the pair of you are cutting vegetables together in the kitchen. It’s a spacious room with white walls and grey furnishings. The half-wall windows on one side of the room gaze out onto an enormous garden with paths winding around a firepit, a fountain, a small pond and a vegetable patch. The garden looks fairly bare without the bloom of colourful bushes and thickly covered trees, 

You can hear Kenny and Levi talking from the other room although what they’re saying is unclear. 

“Well they’re not fighting so that’s a good sign,” Kuchel smiles as she peels a potato and tosses it into a pile.

“Yeah,” you frown uneasily, remembering the earlier tension. 

“They’ll be fine.” Kuchel assures you. “You just worry about yourself.” 

As she continues with her work, you pause in yours and stare across at her, feeling a sudden desire to open up about something you’ve been worrying about. But would it be weird to do so with Levi’s mother? Your gut says no but your brain doesn’t fully agree. You lower your knife and grip the counter thoughtfully. 

“You okay?” In a second, Kuchel’s hand is on your back. “Are you in pain?”

“No. I’m fine,” you promise with a sheepish smile up at her. She’s significantly taller than her son. She has the kind of height you’d have liked to have although you have a few inches on Levi. But Kuchel has that graceful, long-limbed, willowy figure. “I wanted to ask you something about parenthood though. If you don’t mind.”

Kuchel lowers the knife that was in her free hand. “Of course, sweetheart. Ask me what you’d like.”

You bite your lip and take a small breath. “Were you scared? When you were carrying Levi?” you question. “Did you worry about the pain of labour? About being a good mom? About being able to be what your child needs?” All the questions tumble out of you, turning your cheeks pink.

Kuchel surprises you with her lack of hesitation. “Absolutely. All of the above and more,” she tells you instantly. She places her hand on your shoulder. “It’s natural though. This is your first experience with pregnancy and it’s a heavy weight you carry, bringing another person into this world. It’s like the first time you do anything. There’s that feeling of not really knowing what to expect, isn’t there?” When you nod, she touches your other shoulder with her other hand. “You’ll be fine. You’re going to be a great mom.” 

“How can you possibly know that?” You ask as your voice wobbles. “My mom…”

“I don’t know what happened with her but you’re not her.”  Kuchel assures you. “Worrying about this sort of thing is a good sign. It shows how much you care.” She wraps you in her arms. “It’s daunting, I know. You’re always welcome to talk to me about anything. Day or night, just call me if you don’t want to talk to anyone else. I’m always on the other end of the phone.”

That kindness washes over you like a powerful wave, knocking you off balance. You cling to her as your eyes become blurry. You didn’t realize how much you needed to hear that until Kuchel came out and said it. 

“Thank you.” You murmur the words into her shoulder and she cradles the back of your head in her hand as you sniffle. “Damn hormones.”

She chuckles. “Tell me about it. I’ve cried over much less than that when pregnant,” she chuckles, still holding you close. “It’s an emotional journey, but you’ll be fine.”

You stay clinging to her for several minutes, quietly working on regaining some control back over yourself. All the time she rubs your head and back, snuggling you. Your heart aches with tenderness and a slight burn of envy that you lost the chance to have this at twelve years old.

“What’s wrong?” Levi’s voice cuts through the silence. You pull away from Kuchel as your boyfriend crosses the room and takes you into his arms, his eyes searching yours. You internally begin to panic about how to explain all this again but Kuchel steps in. 

“She was having a moment. Emotions got a little on top of her but she’s all right now, aren’t you?” Kuchel directs the last part to you. 

You nod, grateful for the chance to answer non-verbally for now. 

The worry in Levi’s eyes softens but it doesn’t leave entirely. “You sure?” he asks and you nod again. He brings you closer to his body, tucking you against him, his arms cradling you similar to the way his mother was moments ago. “You’re okay,” he murmurs, kissing your temple. 

“Having some food should help,” Kuchel tells him. “It’s almost ready - oh!” she snaps her fingers. “I got you some pregnancy vitamins,” she tells you, stepping over to a cupboard and rummaging through bottles and pots. “Since you said your local one keeps running out of most of yours.”

“Yeah,” you grumble. “I swear there must be mass pregnancy going on back home or something.”

Levi is still holding you. “I have set up an order for you but it will be a few weeks before the first delivery arrives.” He nods gratefully at Kuchel. “Thank you.”

“It’s no problem. Some people don’t put a lot of stock in these but I found them very helpful,” Kuchel says as she brings out a pharmacy bag of tablets. She holds it out.

“Thank you.” You take the bag and lean against Levi’s chest, holding the bag to your own. “I appreciate everything.”

Kuchel closes the cupboard. “Remember what I said. If you want to talk to me about anything, please just call.”

You manage a shaky laugh. “You might regret that offer.”

Kuchel chuckles quietly. “No, I really won’t.” She eyes her son. “And you, I want you to talk to me too, if you ever feel overwhelmed.”

Levi tucks you into him as close as he can. “I’m not like him.” You didn’t have to ask to know who he meant. His biological father. The man who had learned of his existence and then ran out on Kuchel. “I won’t leave my family.”

“No, you won’t,” Kuchel agrees. “But parenthood is tough on both parents and you have a tendency to take too much on,” she adds, folding her arms and fixing her son with a firm, knowing stare.

“I’m fine-” Levi instantly objects but you pull away and join Kuchel in the folding of arms and intense stare. You accompany it with a small cough.

“What was I just saying this morning?” you ask.

The tips of Levi’s ears turn red and you watch, with satisfaction, as the colour spreads over both ears fully. “Ganging up on me, huh?” he grumps. 

“Damn right,” Kuchel softens and steps forward to take Levi’s face in her hands. “Because while that may be your baby, you’re mine.”

“Mom…” Levi protests but Kuchel kisses his cheek anyway, leaning her head against his for a few seconds. 

“Let your mother have this,” Kuchel gently chides, “and make sure you call if you need me.” She glances over at you. “Will you do it? Call me if he’s taking on too much?”

“Absolutely,” you assure her. You’re met with your boyfriend’s scowl. 

“”Traitor,” he murmurs as he pulls you into his side. You giggle against his face and kiss it as your arms wrap around him.

“Oi,” Kenny interrupts loudly. The three of you whirl around to see him leaning against the door frame with his beer in hand. “You all throwing a party in here or what?”

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It feels good to actually be able to eat Christmas dinner without feeling nauseous - something you’d resigned yourself to right up until your morning sickness had finally stopped. Kuchel has you all helping with dinner preparations (although in Kenny’s case she relegates him to setting the table). You prepare the vegetables while Levi takes over preparing the meat and Kuchel is then freed up to prepare dessert. 

The dining room’s theme is green surrounded by warm brown borders. The dark wooden table has been draped with a green Christmas cover, topped with silver place settings and napkins folded into deer which you coo over for about a minute. 

Dinner itself is not quite as chaotic as you had expected. Despite his bears, Kenny carves up the turkey pretty well and makes sure everyone has generous portions (not without a remark at Levi that he still looks like he could use a decent meal). Kuchel ladles plenty of vegetables on people’s plate (especially Kenny’s with a pointed look at yet another beer sitting beside his meal). Levi glances over at you a lot during the meal and you know he’s checking for any signs of nausea or distaste. Under the table, you link your foot around his and that seems to reassure him somewhat. 

Kenny’s behaviour shifts. Whether it’s because he’s trying to appease Kuchel or because he’s bored of being an ass, for the most part he’s pretty civilized. There’s still the odd joke among conversations about post-Christmas plans, new “investments” which translate to gambling, and questioning Levi about his cleaning business (not without some mocking tones). Talk inevitably turns to the baby and, to Levi’s dismay, his own baby years as Kuchel becomes nostalgic.

“He had the chubbiest cheeks ever,” Kuchel sighs, hands clasped in front of her. “and he had the bluest eyes as a newborn. Ah, I could have eaten him.”

You chuckle as Levi stares down into his wine, his entire face flushing now. 

“I’m pretty sure eating children is against the law, Kuchel,” Kenny chuckles. His sister flips him off and he shot her a grin. “He was a feisty little thing though. I remember when he grabbed my finger. Very strong grip for a kid who’s 12 hours old. Then came the mouth on him.” He smirks over at you. “And now you get to put up with it. Congrats.”

“I save the best for you, Kenny,” growls Levi.

“As it should be. It’d hurt my feelings if you gave it worse to anyone else,” Kenny slaps a hand over his chest with a mocking pout. 

“I don’t know anyone lower on that chain than you.”

“Aww you say the nicest things, nephew.”

“Come on now.” Kuchel says although she is still smiling. “Play nice.”

“Pretty sure this is us playing nice,” Kenny chuckles and swigs from his beer. 

Kuchel rolls her eyes and smiles at you, only to frown when she sees that you’ve gone still, staring at your belly. She says your name but you don’t respond.

All your thoughts are entirely focused on the strong, clear movement you felt inside your womb - that of a tiny limb stretching out. Your face breaks into a slow smile as the movement repeats, stronger this time, as though less experimental. She place your hands on your stomach and bite your lip joyfully. 

Kuchel seems to realize at once. “Is the baby kicking?”

You can only nod as a huge rush of love washes through you at once. This is it. This is your baby saying hello. They’re really growing strong in there. 

Levi’s arm wraps around you and his hand gently touches your stomach. “Does it hurt?” he asks, eyes flicking to your face. They immediately snap back to the baby bump as you feel another kick. His jaw drops a little. “That…”

“It doesn’t hurt,” you assure him. “It feels… amazing.”

Kuchel brings both hands up in prayer in front of her mouth, her eyes watering with tears. “This is the first time?”

You nod again. “Yeah…” A few tears stream down your face as you cradle your bump. “Hello little one.”

Levi begins to caress your stomach. “They’re so strong,” he murmurs, watching as your stomach bulges slightly from another kick. He kisses you gently on the mouth. “It really doesn’t hurt?” he checks. 

“I’m good,” you promise. 

Kuchel scoots sideways on her seat a little. “May I…?” 

You reach for her hand and place it on your bump. For a moment or two nothing happens and you see Kuchel’s smile begin to falter. 

“Maybe they’re asl-oh!” she gasp. “Hello baby!” she beams. “Grandma can’t wait to meet you.”

You giggle and stroke your bump again, your hand brushing against Levi’s over and over. 

“This is my favourite Christmas present.” you admit to them all, your smile wide and your eyes still dripping tears, “This, right now.”

“As it should be,” Kuchel rubbed the bump. 

There was a short period of silence where your bump receives more affection than you can ever remember it having and then Kenny clears his throat. 

“Mind if the great uncle has a go?” To your surprise, Kenny speaks with some restraint.

Levi looks around at him uncertainly. You’re sure he’s about to say no but given Kenny’s been making an effort, you don’t mind if he feels the baby kick. You reach for his hand and his eyes meet yours, questioning. You smile and nod so he exhales and looks back at Kenny with a nod of his own.

Kenny rises up and moves to stand by your side. His hand. surprisingly carefully, lands on your bump and is instantly met with nothing happening. He waits for a minute or so before his brow furrows. “Kid’s probably having a nap now,” he mutters. 

“Or they’re avoiding you,” Levi mumbles.

Kenny’s retort is cut off when he’s met with a kick from the baby, a particularly hard one. “Whoa there, kid!” he declares as you wince a smidge. “That’s a strong kick you got there, kid. Trying to take a swing at me already?”

You laugh and pat your belly affectionately, while Levi snorts. “They’d be a fool not to try it.” He tells his uncle. You thwack the back of his head gently 

Kenny grins and ruffles his nephew’s hair who immediately bats him away with a grumble. “Get your filthy hands off me,” Levi grunts. 

As the men bicker, you and Kuchel share grins and laugh again as the baby kicks enthusiastically several more times. 

“This is your family, kid,” you tell the bump. “You’re gonna meet them soon enough.”

Kuchel nodded tearfully and reached to grab a glass. Kenny stepped away from Levi and did the same. You and Levi pick up your glasses too. 

“Let’s raise a toast then,” Kuchel beams. “To the newest member of our family who so graciously decided to say hi today.”

“And who has a hell of a kick,” Kenny lifted his beer. “Kid’s gonna be a toughie.”

Levi squeezed his arm around you, gazing down at your unborn child. “To our baby,” he says quietly. 

“To our baby,” you whisper back to him. 

“To baby Ackerman!” the four of you say. 

[hes-the-muse]

HTM - Christmas 2022 - Melting Touch

Prompt No.6: Watching snowflakes getting stuck on the other's lashes.

Muse: Antony Starr

Requested by: @madhatter2727

Warnings: Kissing

Words: 311

HTM CHRISTMAS 2022 | ANTONY STARR

His lashes are soft brown. Fluttering onto the top of his cheekbones. He smiles gently when I adjust his cream winter hat which hugs the contours of his face.

‘Antony! Snowflakes!’ I carefully wipe across his lashes, melting the ice caught there. His face is between my palms and he looks at me longingly. I step back taking my hands off his face.

‘Don’t, um, don’t go.’ He says. His gaze lingers on me, his voice uneven. He leans in and pulls me by the waist.

‘What are you doing?’ I say.

‘Don’t go from me.’ He smiles like he does onset, his teeth vibrant.

‘I’m not?’ I reply but wait for his reaction. Not really wanting to miss his next move. He wraps his arm around me tighter, bringing me closer to him, raising his other hand to my face, still smiling. ‘You have snowflakes on your eyelashes too.’ Still smiling. He doesn’t stop even when he speaks. ‘Can I wipe them away?’ he asks.

I lean into him. ‘Yes.’

With his smile still wide he takes that as a victory. He’s got me. I’m helpless and entwined. At the moment he swipes the snow from my lashes, I blink and look down, then in that moment when I manage to refocus and look back up at him, his face closes in on mine and he kisses me. I lean into him and kiss him back. He’s gentle and warm. I rest my hands on the front of his shoulders, feeling the softness of his mint jumper. The crew neck exposes him and I wrap my hand behind his neck. I won’t back away until he does. But he keeps me like this for a long time.

Thank you to @youneedsomepromptsfor these. Dividers by @firefly-graphics

He breaks the kiss when I curl my fingers under his neckline. ‘Oh I definitely don't want you to leave now.’ He chuckles.

[euphoricfilter]

i think i’ve lost the ability to write fluff

[fuckyeahfightlock]

Advent Ficlets 2022, Day 22

Under the Tree

A note left under one of the trees in the windows at the Baker Street side, on pulpy monogrammed stationery, folded once and inscribed to My John (open immediately this is not a Christmas gift).

We can carry on as we have been, pretend none of it ever happened. We’re content, and that can be enough. I want to give you one final opportunity to change your mind. –SH

A reply hastily printed beneath Sherlock’s message, left open on the pillow on his side of the bed.

No, never.

Never ever

Not in a million years,

Not on your life.

[russellrustles]

snowballs and skirmishes - g. russell

prompt: 26 - snowball fights requested by anon: ‘snowball fight with with george russell as you babysit his niece and nephew’.

word count: 0.7k

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George holds your gloved hand in his own as you stroll down the path at a leisurely pace, the two of you keeping a cautious eye on the two kids lurching through the snow a few metres ahead of you.

You’d been asked a few days ago if you could look after George’s niece and nephew for an afternoon while their parents sorted out some Christmas shopping and other errands, and seeing as you didn’t have any plans for the day you had of course agreed. Yesterday, you had been lucky enough to be blessed with a rather generous amount of snowfall, providing you with the perfect opportunity to take them for a walk through the park to keep them entertained.

However, neither you nor George are experts in childcare, and before leaving the house you’d had a convoluted discussion about how many layers his niece and nephew have to wear in order to stay adequately warm. Logically, they probably only really need the same amount of layers as the two of you, but just to make sure they don’t end up falling ill you had thrown the whole set of scarves, hats, gloves, coats and thick jumpers on them, resulting in them running around looking like garishly colourful impersonations of the Michelin Man.

“Hey, guys, let me show you something!” George calls to them, making them skid to a halt and turn back to look at him. You stop at the same time as he does, leaning in against him for some warmth as his niece and nephew come stumbling towards you, kicking up snow as they do so.

Although he spends a few moments resting his hand on your lower back, he’s quick to delicately push you away, encouraging you to keep walking while he stays behind with the kids. A slight feeling of suspicion rises within you as you hear hushed whispers between the three of them while slowly continuing to walk, and you’re almost certain that they’re up to no good.

Almost immediately, your thoughts are confirmed when you feel the dull thud of a snowball hitting your back.

The kids erupt into squeaky laughter, giggling and cheering at the success of their uncle’s nefarious plan.

“George William Russell!” you shout, turning around to face the three attackers with your hands on your hips like a disappointed mother. George responds with nothing more than a roguish smile, still crouched down to be at the same height as his niece and nephew and casually throwing a snowball from one hand to the other.

Right as you see him getting ready to throw another snowball at you, you grab your own clump of snow and hurl it at him, hitting his chest. He falls back with theatrical flair, clutching at his chest as he lays in a pile of snow.

The kids let out shrill shrieks, running and bouncing around him and yanking at his arms and legs in an attempt to get him back up.

Once they’ve succeeded in getting George back onto his feet, their retaliation is relentless.

You’re forced to duck behind trees and benches for cover as the three of them toss snowball after snowball at you, and despite accuracy perhaps not being their strongest asset they manage to land a fair few hits.

Despite your attempts at self-defense you’re greatly outnumbered. Even though you throw the occasional snowball back at them, you’re no match against a high-spirited boyfriend and two seemingly indefatigable kids, and you’re eventually forced to capitulate, grabbing a tissue from a pack you keep in your coat pocket and waving it in the air as a white flag of surrender.

George and his niece and nephew cheer loudly, jumping around and giving each other high fives in celebration while you head back towards them.

However, just before you reach them, you scoop up a small amount of snow and hide it in your closed fist.

Approaching George from behind, you wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. “Congrats on winning an unfair fight,” you giggle, still unwilling to fully admit defeat despite your unceremonious surrender.

“Oh, you’re just bitter that you’re not on the winning team,” he jokes.

You see the opportunity, and you take it.

Standing up on your tiptoes, you whisper, “Maybe I am, Georgie. Maybe I am,” before slamming a handful of snow onto his face.

He only manages to let out a betrayed gasp before you start sprinting down the path, refusing to look back when you hear three sets of footsteps setting off in pursuit.

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: Writing a sequel to this fic.Due to this Response

Warnings: light angst then the rest is fluff.

You wanted to tell him, desperately but your mind screamed at you to not say a thing. How would know how the man would react.

You didn’t even know that a few nights of passion would lead to a pregnancy. While you knew the man loved, it was a completely different story being pregnant.

Would he even want this child? Would his feelings for you change? Sinking your teeth into your lips your head turned to the door, Scrooge still insisting on you stay in bed until you got over your sickness. Little did he know that this was something that wouldn’t just go away.

“Ahh you’re awake, that’s good. My nephew…his wife made you some soup and I…I brought it do you.” Pausing Scrooge closed his eyes then scowled to himself. ‘Of course you brought it too her, she clearly has eyes’ he muttered to himself.

Hiding your laughter you sat up ignoring the nausea that it you. “That’s very kin-.” Stopping you quickly slipped out of the bed as you ran to the window throwing up whatever remained in your stomach.

“Y/n…are you…I’m goin to fetch the doctor. Shows how much he knows.”

“No!! Don’t…I’m not.” Digging your nails into your palm you refused to look at the man, how could would.

Placing the tray down, Scrooge frowned as he stepped closer to you only for you to step back. “Y/n.I don’t understand.”

Quickly wiping your eyes you tried to push back the tears that started to slide down your cheeks. “I’m….I am with child.” Swallowing thickly you kept your gaze glued to the ground, you could hear your heart beating, the silence was killing you.

Sitting down, on the edge of his bed Ebenezer did his best or just take in what you just told him. His fingers digging into his robe. ‘You were pregnant?’ He knew he should say something, he had to say something but no words would leave his mouth.

“I…I should go…you don’t.”With tears now running down your cheeks you took off down the stairs ignoring the man calling after you.

•+•

A week, it’s been a week since you hadn’t shown up to work. A week of ignoring the man coming to your door. You couldn’t face him, not now at least, you weren’t even sure what to say to him.

Hearing another knock on your door you slowly made your way over, your hand on your stomach. Peering through the peep hole a small frown formed on your face. Ebenezer was at your door again? His head resting on the wooden frame though you had to strain your ears to hear him.

“Y/n…please just open the door. I just want to talk, please. I’m not upset with you, I. I know how that may seem, with how o used to be but I truly do love you Y/n and having a child with you. I was happy when you told me. It may have taken me a moment but I am happy…I never thought it would be possible to find happiness again, that I could ever have a family but I found one with you. Just please, give me a chance y/n.”

Biting your lip, you rubbed more of the tears away. Your hand hovered over the door knob before you slowly opened it, the man’s head snapping up to meet your gaze. You were surprised to see how ragged he looked. “Are you.”

“Y/n, thank gods.” You we’re suddenly pulled into a tight embrace. Scrooge holding you tightly as you felt some tears stain your neck. “I’m sorry, I promise I will be a good father.”

Sniffling, you let out a small chuckle as your returned his embrace. Your fingers running down his back gently. “You have nothing to apologize for, I’m the one that ran away.” You whispered. “I know you will be a wonderful father.”

-Six Years Later-

“Fran! Please be careful.”

Ebenezer called out as the little girl rushed through the streets, Prudence by her side.

Letting out a snort you lent into your husbands side, his hand tightened a protective grip on your hip making sure you wouldn’t slip. “She’s fine Ebenezer, besides she has Prudence with her, though I will say that it’s rather cute seeing you get all protective.”

Letting out a scoff he then let out a frown pressing his face into your neck. “I am allowed to be a bit protective of my child and pregnant wife.”

Grinning you stood on your toes managing to capture his lips in for a kiss. “Hm you are…and it’s very noble ..I just can’t wait to see you get protective of this little one.”

Stopping your walk, Scrooge placed his hand on your growing belly he gave you a large smile. “I am just excited to meet them.”

“ME TOO!”

Turning to the voice, Scrooge just barley managed to catch his daughter. “Ah that so? You’ll be a wonderful big sister.”

Smiling you watched the two, you never thought you could see the man this happy. Sighing you reached down to give Prudence a pet. “He finally has the happiness he deserves right girl.”

Licking your hand Prudence let out a bark, seems like she agreed and everything was perfect.

[onsunnyside]

a crumb of mma curtis for christmas... 🫶🤲

hehehehehe I’m thinking of making it a collection type of fic, so there will be a one shot (or two 😳) and a bunch of drabbles !! and no angst bc I’ve decided mma!curtis is also a comfort daddy ☺️🫶

so expect a drabble and the masterlist either today or tomorrow !!

Ehem… maybe also send some requests for mma daddy Curtis 👹👹 pretty please

[littlecherryhuanlin]

Dash and Lily- Osaki Shotaro

This story is part of a special series for Christmas, you can follow the updates on the calendar, for more content feel free to check my masterlist.

Word Count: 0.55k

Warnings: full fluff, established relationship, YN tricks Shotaro by pretending to be pissed.

- What are you wearing? – the boy asked approaching the room with a curious look after not having had an answer when he called out to her as soon as he got home only to find her wearing a big red sweater with blinkers, in the closet of the couple's shared bedroom, while staring at herself in the mirror.

- What you think? - the girl turned around slowly with a smile so that he could see the entirety of the shiny piece - Funny isn't it?

- That's definitely the word I would use- smiling he couldn't help but give her a mocking smile as shades of red and green that alternately glowed on her outfit reflected on her face- Lily.

- Hey!- Shy when seeing her boyfriend mention the series she had forced him to watch together with her last week, she let out a giggle diverting her attention back to the mirror in front of her-

- If I'm Lily, you would be Dash, my love- she replied, willing to tease him since he had made it clear the fact that he didn't like the character, the girl was shocked to notice that Shotaro gave her a complacent look as if acknowledging the fact. Suddenly she bent down next to a box taking something inside and throwing it in the face of the boy who was still leaning against the doorframe- I bought you one too.

- What? - Shotaro looked carefully at the green sweater with colorful embroidery now in his hands, noticing that it was really ugly and fun, as it should be- Dash wouldn't wear things like this, darling.

The girl glared at him in mock annoyance, she knew her boyfriend would use it anyway and that he probably liked it a lot more than he let on, but she was determined to win the battle between them that night before they snuggled up on the couch to watch some other Christmas cliché as they stuffed themselves with cookies, walking towards him keeping her “upset” expression she stopped and took the sweater from his hands.

-Well, I'll keep both for myself then- the girl said already taking off the sweater she was wearing and putting both back in the box and passing by him heading towards the stairs- I'll be downstairs.

Shotaro stared at the bedroom door for a while debating the possibility that he had really annoyed his girlfriend, as she had bought the sweater for them to wear together and he had denied her, looking towards the box he decided that he couldn't let her upset because of him and decided to put on the ugly sweater.

Twenty minutes later YN just smiled from the couch as he came down the stairs all shy, he quickly realized how the living room was already all set up for them to watch the movie together and that the reason why her sweater was no longer in the box when he left of the bath was because she was wearing it.

- Cheater- he smiled realizing that he had been tricked, YN slammed his hand on the empty space beside her asking him to join her, the boy came over and threw himself next to her snuggling- I'll let it go this time cause I love you.

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©littlecherryhuanlin 2022 - 2023

[digthewriter]

Prompt P—Giant Red Christmas Tree for slythindor100 and "glitter" for newyearcntdown 2022.

Secret Getaways (AO3)

The Prophet reporters refused to leave them alone. Even if the news had been out for a while and both Harry and Draco had given interviews of how many years now they'd been together, they couldn't get the privacy they'd needed to simply enjoy the holidays.

If they weren't with family, they were surrounded by cameras.

Draco utilised his friends' help and booked them a suite in a posh hotel in Copenhagen for a few days. Thankfully, Theodore had a connection there. They were remote, away from it all, enjoying the holidays and the beautiful Christmas scenery that surrounded them.