#cssecretsant2k19

[cssecretsanta2020]

I know it’s August but the holidays feel fast approaching and with that my mind turns to this event.

I know the Once Upon a Time and Captain Swan fandom has dwindled over the years and with that events have begun to disappear. This being one of the last standing.

I don’t wish to see the event go but I don’t know if I have it in me to run this event or even if there is any more willing participants.

If there is interest in this event maybe I can do one last year or if anyone is available to co run it/run it in my stead.

PLEASE INTERACT WITH THIS POST AND BOOST IT IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEE THIS EVENT CONTINUE! REBLOG COMMENT ADD TAGS! LIKES MEAN NOTHING BECAUSE I CANT DETERMINE MEANING BEHIND THEM!

[thisonesatellite]

Missing Pieces

MERRY CHRISTMAS @eastwesthomeisbest from your Secret Santa!!!!

💕💕💕💕💕💕

This is my @cssecretsanta2k19 gift to @eastwesthomeisbest - who said her favorite Christmas movie is 'Love, Actually', and her favorite storyline in it is the Prime Minister /assistant.

Well, darling - most likely this is not exactly what you were expecting, but my muse just heard --- OH! Successful!Emma and Mailroom!Killian - let me run with that! --- and then it went off the rails. 😘😆

i sincerely hope you like it anyway!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  ❤❤❤

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SUMMARY:  Emma is a high-priced lawyer with some questions for her life, and Killian is the mailroom guy who's not afraid to offer an answer or two.

Shameless Christmas fluff with a small dash of Existential Pondering, rolled into the recycled air and neon lighting of an office building.

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Thanks to @ohmightydevviepuu who does amazing beta-acrobatics when @profdanglaisstuff is partaking in the same Secret Santa event.  

And a MASSIVE THANK YOU to @cssecretsanta2k19 for organizing the whole thing.  You’re the best.

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Tagging a few people who may be ready for some fluff: @profdanglaisstuff, @kmomof4 @stahlop @mariakov81 @tiganasummertree @capnjay21 @shardminds @snowbellewells @captainsjedi @thejollyroger-writer @karenfrommisthaven @superchocovian @jennjenn615 @spartanguard @carpedzem

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"Don't cling to a mistake just because you spent a lot of time making it." - Aubrey de Gray -

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The first time he sees her he says, “Excuse me?” as he knocks on her door frame, and she promptly spills her coffee.  And then lets loose a string of expletives worthy of a sailor.

He pulls out some leftover napkins from lunch and hands them to her, and she actually thanks him.  Thanks him and quietly laughs at herself.

  “Sorry about the language.”  There’s laughter in her voice, as well as strain and exhaustion.  He can tell. He sees lots of people each day, many of them with the same strain and exhaustion all over their features.

None of them with laughter in their voices, though.

  “I don’t mind a bit of language.”  That’s probably the single dumbest thing he has ever said.  Anyone has ever said.

Her eyebrow quirks up when she hears his accent, and she says, “South of England?”

He sputters.  It’s thoroughly undignified.  

She laughs.

“Bournemouth,” he answers.  “How on earth did you guess?”

“I have had the good fortune to be able to travel on occasion,” she answers, and smiles at him, but while genuine, neither the smile nor the friendliness in her voice are inviting.  He knows she is giving him a very gentle hint that this will not be a lengthy conversation. Or any conversation. This was a brief moment of levity, and now it is over.

  She holds out her hand.

He hands her the mail.

It’s odd, though.

“I can give it to your assistant in the future,” he says.  “It’s just -- she wasn’t there. Or he. Do you even have an assistant yet?”

He’s babbling.

Her eyes narrow, and she looks back up at him.  

“No, that’s all right,” she says, after only the briefest hesitation.  “I don’t have an assistant, yet.” She gives him a very small, almost embarrassed smile.  For the briefest of moments it looks like the idea of having an assistant is entirely foreign to her.  “I can take my mail. Myself.”  

She smiles again.  It is genuine, and a little self-deprecating, and there is no condescension in it.  As far as he can tell.

Then she nods and sits back down and picks up her receiver.

He is dismissed.

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When he gets back down to the mail room, he pulls up the company’s organizational chart, and looks up Emma Swan.  Because she’s new, and he just needs her information to do his job right. No other reason.

. .

Three days later, he goes back on the late shift.  There are a lot of legal documents requiring actual signatures, and those usually get done at the end of the day.  He and a friendly, but reserved man named Robin split the nights between them, always two weeks each.  

He likes it, it’s quiet.

And he’s not required to stay the full 8 hours, just until he is done prepping courier and special mail to ship first thing in the morning.  

It’s peaceful.

.

Her light is still on.  It’s nearly 10pm and her light is still on.

He’s not surprised.  But he does feel a stab of empathy.  Of concern.

He pushes his cart to her open door and knocks on the frame again.  This time she grins. But god, she looks so tired.  

“What are you doing here?  Surely it’s too late to bring me mail?”  Even her voice sounds exhausted.

“Late shift,” he says.  “Just making the rounds.” 

Her desk is a mess of files and folders and empty coffee cups.  Her laptop is buried.

“What are you doing here so late?”

She smirks.  “No rest for the wicked.”

He looks at her and she sighs.  “It’s just that I----” She stops herself abruptly and her eyes narrow.  “It’s nothing.”

He shakes his head.  “You realize I’m not here to spy for the CEO, right?  I’m just the mailroom guy?”

She smiles again, but it’s strained.  

“It’s nothing,” she repeats and goes back to the files on her desk. 

The conversation is over.

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He brings her coffee the next night, and the night after that, and the night after that.

The first time she only takes it because he tells her it’s a replacement for the one he made her spill.  The second night she only takes it because he says it’s left over, because his colleague is sick. (There is no colleague, not this late.  But she doesn’t know that.) The third night she looks at him with narrowed eyes and outright suspicion, and dares him to make up another excuse.

He can’t think of a single thing.  Just stands there, flustered, trying not to blush and failing.

And then - to his great surprise - she laughs out loud and takes the proffered cup.  Looking just as surprised by her own actions as he is.

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He doesn’t ask her to talk.

But he does tell her to go home, every time. And every time she smiles, and shakes her head, and tells him she will leave, soon.  She never does.

The mailroom happens to be right next to the garage exit.   Some nights her car doesn’t leave until almost two in the morning.

That’s the end of his shift.

His late shift.

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He tells Robin he can stay on nights, and Robin is grateful.  He has a new girlfriend, the kind who likes getting taken out in the evenings.

And Killian has the feeling someone has to keep an eye on Emma.  He’s not sure anyone but him does.

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And then one night three weeks later, she gets up from behind her desk to take the coffee he brings, and sways.  

“Emma?”

She is holding the edge of her desk in a white-knuckle grip and breathes slowly, with great effort, her eyes firmly closed.

He walks over to her and very gently pries her hands loose and then leads her to the couch.  

“Sit.”  He says it quietly, but with conviction.

She complies.

He waits, without speaking, for her breathing to even out, and finally she opens her eyes.

“Thank you.”  She smiles. “I’m fine now.”

  And that is the last straw.

  “Stop,” he says.  “Please - stop. Tell me what’s going on.  You are not fine.”

She doesn’t move for a long time.  Just sits there, looking more tired and more run-down than anyone he has seen in a long time.

  “I thought I wanted this.”  Her voice is a whisper.

He raises an eyebrow in question and she rolls her eyes.  “The career, you know. The title and the office and the assigned parking space.”

He doesn’t say anything, because he doesn’t have to.  She just looks at him and then nods.

“Yeah,” she says softly.  “I’m not sure it’s for me, either.  Turns out I don’t like corporate law nearly as much as I thought I would.”

  He laughs out loud.

When she looks at him with narrowed eyes, he grins back.  “You’re not a corporate lawyer. Anyone with eyes could tell you that.”

“And how would you know?”

He nods at her, still grinning.  “I’m a corporate lawyer.” 

Her jaw drops.  Literally.

He pats her arm.  “I used to have an office just like this.  And then a bigger one. A few floors above it.  And then one on a corner. A lot more floors above that.”

  She shakes her head, blinking.  He waits. This moment isn’t about him.  It’s about her assimilating a flood of new information, and he knows she’ll talk when she’s ready.

And she does.  “What happened?”  Her voice is a whisper.

He takes her hand.  It’s colder than it should be.  Her circulation is not working right, and it sends a spike of fear and concern through him, because that is a sign.  And not a good one.

  “I did what you do,” he says, gently rubbing warmth back into her fingers.  “Worked long hours. Spent my days and nights and weekends chasing down the rabbit hole of what I thought I wanted.”

“And then?”  She is riveted.  Looks at him, eyes wide, unblinking.

“Had a breakdown that ended my career.  Not with a bang. With a whimper.” He can feel her hand squeeze his.  “Came to the US because my brother lives here. He married an American, you see.”

Her eyes are still locked in his.  “And you--- you work in a mailroom?  Of a law firm?”

He knows it’s ridiculous.  But he also knows he needs it.  “I like to remind myself of what I do not miss.”

  She laughs out loud at that.

It’s a beautiful sound.  He wants to hear it again.  Often.

  Instead he smiles at her.  “Case in point: Do you even know that it’s Christmas Eve, love?”

“ What? ”  She looks truly aghast.  “It can’t be.”

He looks at her, at the severe pantsuit and the expensive silk blouse and the disheveled hair, put up in something resembling a knot, held together by a ball-point pen.  Pictures her in jeans and a sweater and thinks how much this entire corporate get-up does not suit her.

  Then he takes her other hand.  “It’s past midnight. That means it’s Christmas Eve.”

She shakes her head.

“There’s a diner down the street.”  He gets up and pulls her with him. “We’re going to go and have some food before you pass out, and then we are going to have a small talk about your life choices.”

She pulls her hands from his grasp.

“Emma.”  He waits until she looks at him.  “I am not here to tell you how you live your life, love.  I am not going to question any decision you make, or have ever made, not one.”  She’s still looking at him, and he takes it as a good sign. “I just--- I want to help you.”

  She is silent for a long time.  Seconds tick by, become minutes.

She doesn’t move and doesn’t speak.

He holds her gaze.  Does not look away.

  “Why?”  She finally asks.

He smiles.  Takes her hand again, and this time she does not pull away.  “Because it’s not too late for you.”

She bites her lip and then squeezes his fingers.  

“Something tells me it’s not too late for you either,” she says softly.  “Something tells me that there might be a whole part of your life that has yet to begin.”

And he cannot help hoping that she is right.

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They have Chinese food and end up laughing more than eating.

He takes her to his brother’s house for Christmas Day dinner, against her protests.

They open a two-person firm for small business law, helping startups get up and running, for reasonable fees.  They sort their own mail.

And they go back to the Chinese restaurant every year on Christmas Eve, even when Emma is so pregnant she can hardly move, even when their children are in the terrible twos, or being potty-trained, or starting to Be Teenagers.

  More than wenty years later, with each of their kids spending Christmas Eve at their respective partner’s homes, Emma leans against her husband in the restaurant booth and looks up at his profile.

He looks pensive and yet content, and she kisses the underside of his jaw.  

“Did you ever think we’d end up here?”  It’s an honest question. One she asks him every year.

And he answers the same way he always does.  “Not in my wildest dreams. But they do say Christmas is the time reserved for miracles.”

And then he kisses her, soft and slow and exactly the same way he kissed her the first time they came here, back when she was not yet a whole person, and neither was he.

  They are now.

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[snowbellewells]

Hello! It's your CSSS. HAPPY HOLIDAYS! Your gift is taking a bit longer than expected, so look for it on the 27th. Hope you're having a wonderful evening and talk to you soon!

That is completely fine Santa!!

I hope your Christmas Eve has been happy! 🎄❤️🎄

I will probably have a calmer day on the 27th and be able to enjoy your gift more then anyway!

[onceuponaprincessworld]

I wouldn’t say we have any Christmas traditions outside of the traditional Christmas celebrations. We decorate, open gifts, eat a lot, bake, and we usually are not home for the holidays. We spend the holidays with extended family as well. I baked chocolate chip cookies and sugar cookies this weekend, then ate far too many. I also got some Christmas shopping done. It was a rather relaxing weekend!

That's sounds lovely, I think Christmas is a very nice opportunity to see more of ones family and spent time with.

Seems like you had a great weekend, I mean you had cookies what else could one want? I am actually trying to find some new recipies to try, I want to bake a cake or something that I don't usually try.

Do you have any Christmas movie, or in general a movie that you watch around the holidays?

[the-captains-ayebrows]

Hi Hollie, 'tis your Santa! How are you doing? Getting in the mood for Christmas? Have you started to decorate the house? Btw did my second ask ever reach you? I fear tumblr sometimes eats things... tell me something about your preferences in fic, as that will be your gift... do you prefer canon or AUs, are there any tropes you particularly like or dislike? Smut yay or nay? Hope you had a good start of the week! ~csss

Hi Santa! Yep, good old Tumblr must’ve eaten your other ask. Straight to the naughty list for Tumblr!

Here at my house we’re starting to get into Christmas mode. Most of the decorations are up. Tree is up, but only has about 5 ornaments on it. My 7yr old son has insisted that no one put ornaments on the tree except for him, but he keeps getting distracted LOL.

I’m excited about my fic present! I wonder if I’ve read any of your writing before?

I like canon divergence or AUs just fine. LOVE tropes. All the tropes. I’m definitely a watcher of cheesy, trope-y Christmas movies. I like a little humor if it fits with the story. I’m not really into whump or hardcore kinky stuff. I do like smut, but I usually find I enjoy the build up and sexual tension more than the smut itself.

I don’t know how all that meshes with your writing style, so above all - you do you! Happy writing, Santa! 😁

[mariakov81]

hello, darling! Santa's back! and she's here with a sneak peek for you! Receiving Christmas cards is not an uncommon occurrence in Emma Swan’s life. She gets them from her doctors, from the mailman, from the landlord. Even though she sees her brother and sister-in-law every week, Mary Margaret insists on sending her one. 1/2

"She gets some from some of the guys who work at the station with her — the guys with families, with wives who are in charge of sending out Christmas cards. But this? This is something else entirely. She almost didn’t open the envelope, addressed only to “The Blonde Goddess in 4D,” so obviously sent from someone in her building. The script is perfect, not quite calligraphy but certainly much nicer than hers, done by someone with much more patience and a much steadier hand than she has." 2/2

Oh Santa!

I'm so excited! 😃 I'm so intrigued by this anonymous sender and the whole story! I'm doing a happy dance!

👏👍🤘

[cssecretsanta2020]

Are you in, again?

With this post, I am asking all the lovely people from last year, if you want to participate again. Spread the word even if you are not interested.

The more the merrier!

@accio-ambition​ @allons-y-to-hogwarts-713​ @andiirivera​ @branlovestowrite​ @bucklesomeswashswan​ @captainodonoghue​ @captainsjedi​ @captainswancygnet @celestial-fire-writer​ @chloeswanson​ @cocohook38​ @cshappybeginning​ @cstraaash​ @curiousconstellations​ @darkcolinodonorgasm​ @delightfully-difficult-pirate​ @distant-rose​ @doodlelolly0910​ @downeystarkjr​ @dreadpirateemma​ @eastwesthomeisbest​ @edgeofrealms @emmakillianfan​ @emmas-storybook​ @everlastingcaptainswan​ @fictional-redheads​ @gingerchangeling​ @girl-in-a-tiny-box​ @high-seas-swan @hollyethecurious​ @hookedonapirate​ @hooklineandswan @hooklocked​ @imharryaf​ @ilovemesomekillianjones​ @imagnifika​ @imhookedonaswan @initiala​ @justbecauseyoubelievesomething​ @killiancygnus​ @killiarious​ @kitsunewingstar​ @kmomof4​ @laschatzi​ @let-it-raines​ @lizacstuff​ @love-with-you-i-have-everything @marcella2727​ @mayquita​ @mezzanottecafe​ @natascha-ronin​ @nerdyhuntress​ @newyearsswifts​ 
 @ohmakemeahercules​ @onceuponaprincessworld​ @owlways-and-forever​ @pirateherokillian​ @princesswan​ @profdanglaisstuff​ @resident-of-storybrooke​ @rouhn​ @searchingwardrobes​ @shireness-says​ @snowbellewells​ @tehgreeneyes​ @the-captains-ayebrows​ @the-corsair-and-her-quill​ @the-girl-in-the-band-tshirt​ @thejollyroger-writer​ @thislassishooked​ @vatrixsta​ @welllpthisishappening​ 
 @xellewoods​
 @xemmaloveskillianx​ @xhookswenchx​ @yasmin-khan​

[cssecretsanta2020]

WELCOME TO THE CSSECRETSANTA2k19 !!!

what’s this all about?

For those of you who haven’t been part of any secret gift exchange events like the CS Secret Santa (or CS Secret Valentine, Spring Formal, etc.) before and are wondering what’s that all about, here is your answer!

After you sign up you’ll get assigned to someone and you send this person nice anonymous messages to get to know this person better. Then on Christmas Eve, you give them a gift by posting it on your blog and tagging your giftee (the person you are assigned to) and this blog.  It’s a wonderful way of making new friends, especially now with the fandom barely being alive anymore.

what kind of gift can it be?

Your gift can be anything you want and be capable of. Here are a few suggestions but you can also come up with something yourself.

fanfiction

fanart

icons

imageset

gifset


manip

traditional or digital art

video

fic rec list

poem

playlist

self recorded song

etc

There are endless possibilities – get creative! Get to know your giftee, talk to her and find out what she would like to get and think about what you are able to gift. There are no bad presents.

are there any rules?

Unfortunately this event - like any other - won’t work without guidelines. Please read the ones below and if you are comfortable with them, don’t hesitate and sign up.

!!! THIS EVENT SHALL BE FUN. YOU CAN HELP MAKE THIS EVENT WONDERFUL !!!

spread the word, tell your friends, tag your friends and reblog the invitation post

follow this blog so you won’t miss any important information and deadlines

only send anonymous and positive messages to your giftee - don’t reveal yourself until it’s time to gift your present

NO HATE

try to send messages regularly (you don’t have to send one a day, just make sure your giftee doesn’t think you forgot her)

if you change your URL please also tell me asap

enable anonymous asks in your inbox!

find out what your giftee likes or dislikes

tell your giftee if you are uncomfortable using specific characters or explicit content or a specific trope - it shall be fun for both sides!

NO HATE

if you have any questions, please don’t hesitate in contacting me (don’t forget to come off-anon so I know who you are and how I can help)

be fair! don’t drop out without telling me. We all know December is a busy month and real life always comes first. so if you really have to drop out, please let me know asap so I can take appropriate measures

appreciate whatever you receive as a gift. Your Secret Santa spent a whole lot of time creating it for you, so please be fair and take a look at it and thank her for creating it for you!

HAVE FUN!!!

oh, and did I mention: NO HATE!

is there a schedule?

Yes, it can be found here

Thank you so much for taking the time and reading all these information. Now, if you are still interested, send me an off-anon ask to take part in this years Captain Swan Secret Santa!

[snowbellewells]

@charmingturkeysandwich Oh wow! I loved this story so much. It’s always fun when fics are able to take us back to the show’s beginning and work Killian into that Season One timeframe. You did that wonderfully here, and I love how Killian slowly manages to befriend Henry and Emma bit by careful bit.

“Emma might not be an actual princess, but she definitely had the power to save. And he’d do anything he could to help her.” I love how that even extends to helping to buy and arrange decorations all over Granny’s, just to make Henry smile and buoy his hope. The whole of this fic is completely engaging it I especially loved the realistic yet still hopeful note you left us with!

“Hope at Christmastime”: A CS Secret Santa Gift

Merry Christmas from your CS Secret Santa, @thislassishooked! I hope you’re enjoying a wonderful holiday season. From our exchanges, I decided that I wanted to do something from Killian’s POV that incorporated lights and decorations. And for some reason, I felt very strongly that I wanted it to be somewhat canon… so here you have it! 

This is a season 1 mostly compliant one-shot in which Killian is a fisherman in Storybrooke, and he meets Emma and Henry a few times. Intrigued and oddly hopeful because of Emma’s fiery spirit, he embarks with her on a Christmas quest for bringing about joy.

It’s not pure fluff and leaves some to the imagination, but I felt like it stayed true to their kind of dynamic. I really, really hope you enjoy!

I know I’m a little early, but I’m sick as hell and worried that tomorrow I might not be conscious, so here you have it on Christmas Eve Eve :)

@cssecretsanta2k19

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It was an odd feeling, being half in love with a woman you’d practically just met. But it had been years, decades, lifetimes, probably, since Killian Jones had encountered such a fierce, witty, engaging, interesting, and bloody gorgeous woman like Emma Swan.

He’d been living in Storybrooke, Maine… since forever, really. His brother had been in Storybrooke General since his accident years before – still alive, of course, but the doctors continually warned Killian against having any kind of hope that their lives would ever return to the normalcy of Granny’s for breakfast in the off-season and hard work lobster fishing the rest of the year.

It wasn’t just that Emma was the liveliest woman he’d met in ages, she was simply the liveliest being, as if she somehow was part of a totally different, vibrant world.

Storybrooke was… fine. It was safe. He made a living. The people were well enough – he enjoyed talking with Miss Blanchard, the teacher who often read to the coma patients in her spare time. Archie was kind and generous, if not a little bit condescending at times, but his dog was sweet and always made Killian smile. Even Dr. Whale was all right – understanding about the phantom pains from the loss of Killian’s hand that he couldn’t even remember.

But Emma? She was pure magic.

Keep reading

[cssecretsanta2020]

welcome

A warm hello to all new participants. You are now added to the list of participants. If anyone is not on the list by now, but wants to take part, please send me an off-anon-ask, so I can add you too.

@xellewoods  @gingerchangeling   @killiarious   @kmomof4  @downeystarkjr

@kitsunewingstar @profdanglaisstuff  @the-captains-ayebrows     @killiarious @hollyethecurious    @shardminds     @resident-of-storybrooke @theblacksiren        @imagnifika    @delightfully-difficult-pirate @thisonesatellite       @pirateherokillian     @mariakov81​

[thisonesatellite]

Omg I am so sorry for the absence!! I promise I'm working on your gift! In fact it's almost done 😃 how is Christmas going for you?

(...so i had this really nice long answer here, and tumblr just reloaded the page, because apparently it was hungry and needed to eat some words.  AAAACK.  Let me see what i can remember.  :D)

First of all, darling, please, PLEASE don’t be sorry for being busy during the CHRISTMAS SEASON.  Are you kidding?  It’s “The Season of Goodwill, Cheer, and Not A Moment To Yourself Until You Fall Unconscious After Dinner On December 25th”.  (That’s actually its lesser-known, official title.  It’s in the fine print.  You can check.)

So, please, do NOT apologize for being busy!  And i never had any doubts at all that you’re cruising with the fic.  NONE.  

i’m actually doing great - work is stupid busy, but my gifts are bought, and i’m going to my parents’ tomorrow to trim the tree.  i’m bringing a bottle of real Champagne, from France, and my mom and i are going to tell each other The Story Of Each Ornament, listening to Lake Wobegone monologues, while my dad ‘supervises’.  (Read: lies on the couch, snoring.)   It doesn’t matter how old we get, this is how we roll.

But enough about me.  HOW ARE YOU?  ARE YOU KEEPING WARM?  DO i NEED TO MAIL SOME LAST-MINUTE SWEATERS?  ARE YOU GOOD FOR WHISKY AND TEA AND CRAZY CANDY?

i hope you’re having a lovely time, darling. 

(((((((((((((((((((((LOVE AND HUGS!!!!!!!!!!!!)))))))))))))))))

[thisonesatellite]

I think that tradition is amazing! It sounds so special! Mine is my husband and I choose a day in December where we block out absolutely everything and spend the day watching movies like Die Hard and Elf (lol yup) and drink hot chocolate and just be together. I read the next chapter of We Kill the Flame and may I just say 😍🥰😵 I cant wait for more! On your story, do you like a little bit of angst (with an amazing fluffy ending of course) or pure fluff? Let me know!! Your Secret Santa 😉

OH!  Christmas movies!

OK - i feel that on a very elemental level, because i do the 12 movies of Christmas every year, and the line-up changes, but there are two absolute constants: i kick it off with the first Lethal Weapon, and i end with Die Hard.  ALWAYS.

Love it.

(Oh, and BTW: i promise, i am working on ‘we kill the flame’ as fast as i can.  Work kind of exploded this week, but i am on it.  i PROMISE.)

OK - regarding the fic plus angst, fluff, and any derivations thereof.  i don’t want to cop out and go, “oh, just write whatever you want“, but i also don’t want to impede your muse, so i’ll say this: i do like a bit of -- <something other than fluff> -- in my stories, but it doesn’t have to be angst.  (i actually wouldn’t call my own stories angsty at all, believe it or not.  There is darkness, but i don’t think it’s angst.  Then again, i don’t really know enough about genres, yet, so i might be wrong.)  

Anyway -- it could be action, or pining, or humor.  i am open to everything.  And honestly - if your muse wants the pure fluff - i will absolutely ADORE it, because you’re writing a gift for me, a gift, and it will be lovely and wonderful and just perfect the way it is.  ESPECIALLY if it gets a massively FluffHappy end.  That is my jam.  😘😘😘

Oh, and one last thing.  Here's a picture of our Christmas tree from last year.  With real candles and the decades of ornaments.  (There are regular Christmas tree lights on it as well, of course, because you can only light the real candles for 2-3 days.  After that, the tree gets too dry.)  

I hope this brings you joy and i am ((((((((HUGGING YOU)))))) from afar!

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[thisonesatellite]

Oh my gosh! Now I'm going to have to write this! It sounds amazing and with both in laws and my side I have plenty of awkward but funny stories! I'm glad it's not I-will-kill-you-cold! Unfortunately any cold will kill me or at least put me in the hospital if I dont bundle up like the kid in A Christmas Story. I am allergic to the cold so I cant wait for warmer weather since I can only go out for work. What is your favorite season and episode? Do you like stories that are au, cannon, ect?

Uuuhm, yes, darling, you totally have to write the crazy candy story.  The citizens DEMAND IT.  😘

(And i wish you warm weather, always.  AND WARM SWEATERS.  DO YOU HAVE ENOUGH SWEATERS?  SHOULD i SEND YOU SWEATERS?)

i just laughed out loud, BTW, at this whole cold-conversation, because my favorite episode is 4x02.  Yep.  The One With The Hypothermia.  😂Tied for first place with the CS movie - S3 finale.  (It appears i am a traditionalist.  Huh.)

And my favorite season is S5.  There are so many -- so many -- things wrong with it, but as a concept, as an attempt to explore fascinating ideas, i still like it best.  Yes, it fails a lot of the time, but at least it tries.  (S4 is a close runner-up, though.)

As far as the stories i like - i must admit i go for AU and canon divergence more than i do canon, simply because i like the notion of exploring the characters in circumstances which are not rigidly tied to canon.  i like a little leeway.  BUT.  i have read some amazing canon stories, so that’s not a hard and fast rule at all.  Within that, though, i couldn’t tell you what i like best, because i usually go for the characters more than the circumstance.  There are tropes i love, and ones i don’t like, but honestly -- i have found amazing stories even among tropes i usually stay away from, because the characters were so authentic and the writing was so good.

Wow.  i’m not being helpful at all, am i?  SORRY.  (i repeat my offer of sweaters.  We have amazing sweaters here.  😆)

The tropes i absolutely love - BTW (maybe this helps?) - coffee shop, bedsharing, stuck in the snow /rain /whatever somewhere--- basically anything where my two favorite idiots are forced by circumstance to take a beat and realize that they have a connection.

i hope this was informative enough... ?  LOVE and HUGS and HAPPY WEEKEND!!!

[thisonesatellite]

That sounds great! My husband and I are heading up to his families next week to make a bunch of crazy candies, then we're off to my family for decorating and more food!! I love the holidays (except for the snow) so I'm excited! I'd like to get to know you a bit better :) Is it cold or warm where you're at? how long have you been with the OUTA fandom? How long have you been writing fanfiction? What's your favorite part of writing?

Crazy candy sounds AWESOME.  Seriously awesome.  (There’s a fic in there, right?  A silly crazy candy crack fic?  With, like, ALL the alliterations?)

OK - on to your questions!  

* It’s cold where i’m at.  Not ‘i-will-kill-you’-cold, (yet), but not warm.  Winters usually clock in between -5 to 40°F (-20 to 5°C).  i personally absolutely LOVE cold weather, and LOVE snow (unless it’s a blizzard and i have to drive to work in it.  Then i no longer even like snow. 😆 )

* i got into OUAT really late - i started watching it towards the end of last year (2018).  Started and did not stop.  Binged it straight through.  (Except for season 7 - it’s not available on prime yet, so i have never seen it.  One of these days i’ll just have to buy and watch it.)

* i started writing fanfic in February (of this year) and joined tumblr in April (also 2019). so i am still pretty much a newbie.  Being part of a fandom is an experience so so different from anything else i have ever done, and from anything i could possibly have expected.  It’s exciting and fun and confusing and in many ways completely alien and unprecedented.  And AWESOME.  ❤

* My favorite part of writing?  Uhm, when i’m done?  😂  OK, seriously though.  i am very much a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants writer.  i have vague notions of where a story will go, i get surprised by my own plot twists.  But what i am always clear on is who Emma and Killian are within the world of each story (and what that world looks like).  And my favorite part is just letting them run off and see where they take me.  

i hope this was OK?  As far as answers go?Oh - and HAVE FUN with the decorating and the family and the crazy candies!  (Am i allowed to ask questions about you?  Probably not, since you’re a secret…. but i can give you a hug, right?)Here it is: ((((((((((((((((((((((((( ❤ ))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

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[thisonesatellite]

So sorry about the silence!! Work has been crazy, but I'm back! I LOVE THAT PART! Seriously them on the chair makes me swoon 🥰😍 like wow!! I think I have an inkling where I'll be taking your present too, but of course you'll have to wait and see 😉 What is your favorite holiday tradition? Your CSSS ❤

Oh darling - PLEASE don’t apologize.  i am sorry your work has been so crazy.  i work insane hours myself, so i really can relate, and i feel you.  

(((((((((((((((((BIG HUGE HUG!!!!)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

And i love love love that you’re already inkling-ing.  Yes that is totally a verb, WHY DO YOU ASK?  i have all the faith in the world in you, and i already know whatever you write will be fabulous and i will absolutely LOVE it.  (Meanwhile, i’ll tide myself over by thinking about CS on that chair.  If you need me, i’ll be overe here.  Swooning.)

My favorite tradition is actually somewhat European (although it doesn’t hold true for all European countries): i love celebrating Christmas on Christmas Eve.  So, on the evening of the 24th, with a five-course meal, and the Christmas Story, and a real spruce tree with real beeswax candles on it, and ornaments dating back through the decades to when my great-grandmother was a girl.  

We don’t put up the tree until the 23rd, you see - which means it’s been outside in the freezing, ‘hibernating’, the whole time.  Once you get it inside and water it, it comes back to life overnight as the water shoots up and opens all pores, and the smell of fresh spruce needles becomes incredibly intense.  Add fresh beeswax candles to that, which also smell amazing as they burn, and boom - you have CHRISTMAS.  :D

And then we sing Silent Night, and it’s cold and dark outside, and we’re inside with this amazing tree and everyone gets ONE present from each person.ONE.  Never more than one.  That is also a tradition.  And another tradition is that many times our presents are handmade, or they’re for a future event.  Like, i give my mom a “long weekend” every year, and that means i take a the time off work and we go and travel to a city we haven’t been to for four days.  (Half the fun is picking the city together.)

And then we drink port and fall into bed, and the next day there’s turkey and sweet potatoes and stuffing, and friends come and celebrate with us, and it’s amazing, and funny, and boisterous, and LOUD - but it can be all those things, because Christmas was the night before, and everything is already beauriful, and there are neither presents nor stress.  Just hugs and good company.  (The older i get, and the more horror stories i hear about stressed-out families and epic shouting matches and near nervous breakdowns, the more i can appreciate that i am very, very lucky.)

i’ve lived in different countries and on different continents, and many times i was too far away to get home for the holidays, but i have taken this tradition - celebrating Christmas on Christmas Eve, with a real tree and real candles and one present each - with me wherever i go.

i hope this answer wasn’t too long, my dear!

And i hope your work-craziness gets better!  i am sending you strength, and patience, and MORE STRENGTH, and ALL THE LOVE AND HUGS, ALL OF THEM.((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

Also - PLEASE STAY WARM!