#don't get me wrong i love cute mistletoe fics but

[cogentsummoner]

4- lips barely touching small all might x reader

4. lips barely touching

however, this fic is also heavily inspired by these three pieces of art!

You're not sure if he's aware of how obvious he's being.

It's the Might Tower Employee Christmas Party™, and your boss- or rather, your boss' boss, one Mr. Yagi- has been staring wistfully at the mistletoe since he arrived.

Not that you've been watching him the whole time, mind you. That would be weird.

He's been staring at the mistletoe in between chatting with some other folks, but he hasn't yet worked up the courage to walk under it. It's not too out of the way, but it's also not, y'know, literally in the doorway. Easy to avoid if you want, but also easy enough to bump into someone accidentally, too.

And that's your plan.

"I do think having me come with you to peer pressure the kiss is the best option," your friend says before downing the rest of his eggnog. "Mr. Yagi is liable to run away like a startled deer if you don't."

"See, I think the peer pressure will just make him more anxious," you counter.

You like Mr. Yagi. He's quite possibly the nicest boss('s boss) you've ever had. He remembers everyone's birthdays, he's always happy to talk to...well, anyone, really, and he's just... sweet. Sweet and genuine in a way that's incredibly endearing. And attractive.

Okay, so maybe you have a little crush on Mr. Yagi. And maybe this whole mistletoe thing is the perfect excuse to kiss him. If he didn't want to be kissed, maybe he shouldn't be- oh fuck, he's finally making his move, he's making a beeline for that mistletoe!

"Oh, shit, go go go!" your friend whisper-yells, giving you a firm shove in the direction of that same mistletoe.

Fuck, okay, you can do this.

Mr. Yagi notices you as stumble towards him, stopping just underneath the mistletoe, and just like he always does, he gives you that big, bright smile you love so much.

Then- and you can see this happen in real time- it clicks in his brain where you both are, and a deep blush blooms on his face.

You look from him, to the mistletoe, then back to him, feeling warmth spread over your own cheeks.

"It's- um- we don't have to! If you're uncomfortable!" he rushes to reassure you, and you can't help but let out a little giggle. It's cute. He's cute.

"I'm comfortable," you reply with a shy smile. "If you are."

He nods shakily, his hand trembling just the slightest bit as it cups your cheek and he slowly leans down.

"You're certain?" he asks, and you wonder for a moment if you'd misread the situation, and he actually just doesn't want to kiss you, but...there's something quiet and wanting in his gaze, all the same.

So it was probably just nerves. You nod, trying not to look too eager. Yes, you want him to kiss you. God, do you want him to kiss you.

His eyes squeeze shut when he finally closes that distance, his lips brushing against yours softly, so softly. Too softly. Way, way too softly, and way too quick.

He pulls back, still trembling, just the slightest bit, his gaze full of longing.

You let out a huff, and bring your hands up to cup his face.

"Mr. Yagi, what kind of kiss was that?" you admonish playfully. Before he can get any wrong ideas in his head, you pull him back down into a kiss- a real kiss this time.

It takes a second for his brain to catch up to what was happening- then, he absolutely melts in your hands, his own hands shyly coming to rest on your waist.

It's clearly been a long time since he'd been kissed- which does blow a hole in the rumor that Mr. Yagi and All Might were sleeping together-but he certainly doesn't want for enthusiasm or passion.

You're all too happy to lean into it, one hand sliding back to play with the hair at the back of his neck. The two of you would've been content to stay like that, had you both not been reminded-

The sound of a camera going off rings through the air.

-that you had an audience.

Mr. Yagi immediately pulls back, face flushing a deep red as he looks around and realizes - yep, a lot of your coworkers were unabashedly staring at the spectacle you two had made of yourselves.

You know they mean no harm- Mr. Yagi was very, very well liked, even if he wasn't the best at actually doing his job, and the only enemies you've made at work have been that one guy in accounting. Everyone's just caught up in what must look like a cute little moment.

But Mr. Yagi wasn't seeing it that way, you can tell. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, and there was sweat breaking out on his face. He felt exposed, maybe even humiliated.

So you don't take it personally when he turns to you and says limply, "I-I… I should go, I'm… I'm sorry. Merry Christmas."

You watch him practically run out of there, his face burning, your heart sinking despite yourself.

It's a few minutes later when a coworker who'd come in late walks over to you and tells you, "Hey, I think Mr. Yagi just went back to his office- when I walked by him, he'd pressed up on the elevator."

You nod, and thank them. It's good that he hasn't left- you'll give him about ten minutes to compose himself, then go check on him. No way were you letting this moment fade into an embarrassing memory for either of you. Not after that kiss.

prompt list/ accepting!

[zooone]

yamyam is back, writers block still hitting me. NOOOOOOOOOO

the idea I had all day was kissing under the mistletoe cause 8 DAYS BEFORE CHRISTMAS???? (I just woke up with christmas spirit inside me)

cause I've been brainstorming, I've been thinking and under the mistletoe is one of the things that popped into my mind

the idea is just so cute

imagine, in wils house with friends, placing the mistletoe for fun (or rather, tommy convinced you to??)

boom you bump into wilbur and mistletoe is right there and romance, kiss on the lips and tommy laughs and says "go get a room!"

the idea is so sweet to me (cupioromantic feelings.. )

another idea is diy ornaments with wil?? (it went absolutely wrong.)

so picture you and wil making diy ornaments and drawing each other.

wil SPILLS the paint and it gets all over the table and he laughs like it isn't every where and places a dot of red paint on your face. it's messy but sweet.

(I'd be the one spilling the paint smh)

the last idea my wrinkled brain (I'm sorry) had was.. gifting each other presents!!

it's also so cute if you got each other the same present, like you got eachother the same sweater, or vinyl, or RAHH it's just do sweet!

anddd now I'm gonna eat, I just woke up (it's 11:10, yes I wake up late)

BYEBYE

★

UGHHH i was gonna make a fic about wil and christmas but its an actual snooze fest and writers block is so unfortunately real. idk maybe ill try to finish it but its really boring so idk if people would like it

BUT IMAGINEEEE WILBUR . IS THE ONE WHO PLACED IT ?? and ofc hes super tall hehehe so he hung it where no one could see and he just waited patiently (not patiently) to "accidentally" bump into you

and hes just "look :3 look we're under the mistletoe :3 u know what that means :3"

oh im so sick i love silly men

and the second one is so ?!2!! he places a little red dot on your nose and you put a little red dot on his . and it just keeps going until both of you are running around the house with paint over your palms trying to get each other

and the third one ??? i think that he absolutely sucks at giving gifts but since its so special to you he HAS to make it right and perfect. he knows you like the back of his hand but he's asking a ton of questions about what you like and what you don't like just so that he can give the best gift ever

and he has no clue how to wrap it btw. hes so upset cuz its all crumpled

[theunholybastard]

White Christmas (Papa Emeritus III x Female!Reader)

Hey, happy holidays, lovelies! 👋 Unfortunately, I've been sick during most of this season (when am I not atp LMAO) but I still wanted to write a little fluffy festive fic about our beloved Papa, as short as it is, to spread some extra holiday cheer! Merry Christmas to those who celebrate, and regardless, I hope you can enjoy! Cheers!

Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, Christmas Celebration, Present Opening, Terzo Is Annoying But Its Cute So Whatever, NSFW/Suggestive Conversation At The End, Alluding To The Devil's Tango

My first Christmas at the Ministry, I didn't expect to be so… festive. I suppose it makes sense with their whole schtick, taking something normally celebrated and claimed by Christians and embracing it in their own blasphemous ways as their own personal mockery of the church. Still, I had to do a double take when I woke up on December 1st to see Ghouls hanging colorful garland and tinsel around the buildings normally dark and daunting halls. It wasn't expected, but it was a pleasant surprise nonetheless. I always loved the holiday season and all the festivities that came with it, and I'm happy to see the spirit of the season still alive and well within the Clergy. But nobody was as passionate about this time of the year as Papa Emeritus III.

With every celebration, no matter how big or small, he always had to go all out. As soon as November hit, he was spending ridiculous amounts of money on tacky decor and matching ugly Christmas sweaters for him and his Ghouls, claiming it was a necessity. The more of an eyesore it was, the better. And come December? He was insufferable. For the past two months I've been constantly haunted with the sound of carols and jingle bells day in and day out, questioning my love for him. Well, that last part was a joke... kind of. And don't even get me started on how annoying he is with the damn mistletoe.

His dramatics and extravagance was one of the reasons I fell for him in the first place. The day I joined the Ministry, I was nervous, worried I wouldn't fit in, that I would somehow do something wrong and be shunned for it, the way I was shunned by the church years before. Just when I was starting to wonder if I made the right decision, Terzo swooped in, introducing himself with a flourish and a kiss to the back of my hand. Within the first week of settling in, he had surprised me with a bouquet of my favorite flowers from Primos garden. The following month, he bought me a tight fitting dress to wear on our first date. It was purple, his signature color, with a tantalizing neckline, and very expensive. It was too much, I almost rejected it if he didn't insist I must wear it, claiming he needed others to see me wearing it, that he needed to show off his girl. That was the night our bodies first intertwined. 

 Many other Siblings have told me not to get used to it, that he flirts with anything that moves, that the only reason i'm getting his attention is because i’m new and he has a thing for fresh meat. I believed them. But as the months went by, he never stopped with his charm, and if anything, he became more frequent with his displays of affection. What was once brash public flirtations and grand gestures to win my favor, transitioned into smaller, intimate moments between the two of us, ones that showed me he really cared, that he actually listened to me, thought of me when I wasn't around.

You know the saying, "to be loved is to be heard?" He embodied that, in a way no other man has done for me. He knew who I was, all my quirks, my bad habits, my routine, and loved me for them. He needed to know every little thing liked, everything I was obsessing over at any given moment, and he needed to give me whatever I wanted at the drop of a hat. And honestly, the little things feel so much bigger than the fancy yet thoughtless accessories and the quick fucks in his office.

 And as he lay beside me, sound asleep and snoring softly, his usually perfect hair a mess and his aged face bare of paints, there's no sliver of doubt, no reason to question; there was no one else more perfect in my eyes. It was the night before Christmas, and unfortunately for me, the peaceful moment did not last too much longer. The bastard had set an alarm for midnight, to be awakened the second it became the 25th, and Terzo, for some reason, did not think to tell me this. Just when I was starting to drift off, the incessant blaring of the alarm clock startled me back to full consciousness. I rolled over to look at Terzo, who was also shot awake from the noise, grinning wildly. 

“Amoreee!” He exclaimed in a sing-songy voice. “Do you know what day it is?!” I groaned. “It's the middle of the night, Terzo.” I say, unamused. “I'm going back to bed.”

“But.. Christmas!” He protested, pouting stubbornly, practically pulling me out of bed. “You have to open your presents, si?” It's times like these where I wish I just spent the night in my own chambers. I've never seen a grown ass man with so much childlike joy and whimsy flowing through him. It would be cute if it didn't ruin my sleep.

“Can’t we wait till the sun is up? Y'know, when I've gotten more than five minutes of rest?”

“No.”

“Terzo, I fucking swear to God.”

“I'm too excited now! I have waited too long, dear, I must see you open your presents, I simply must! You can rest your pretty little head afterwards, lo giuro. Per favore, mio cuore?” I sigh when he gives me that look, where he bats his eyes and purses his lips in a half smirk. He's obnoxiously adorable like this, he knows damn well I can't say no to him.

“Okay, fine. But I'm going right back to bed afterwards and sleeping in till noon. Got it?” He's out of bed in an instant, out of the room and darting for the tree. I groggily follow, ready to unwrap what will probably be some overpriced jewelry and sex toys and go back to sleep. 

“Which one will you open first, my love?” He asked, presenting me with three intricately wrapped boxes that I just know he couldn't have done himself. I grab one to start, delicately undoing the velvety gold ribbon and popping off the lid of the box. Inside was a necklace, silver, with little heart shaped diamonds decorated across the hem. Simple, pretty, expected, but I was grateful nonetheless. I thank him with a kiss on the cheek. I'll add this one to the collection.

"Next one, bambina mia!"

I opened the next box, a much bigger one, to find a plethora of red and white rose petals, scattered plentifully and acting as a soft bedding for the presents within; A plethora of small decorative trinkets. I recognize all of them as stuff I passed up on getting at the store, just silly little things I deemed unimportant and not worth the money despite how appealing. Oh, the pain of not being able to afford trinkets. It seems Terzo paid attention to my not so subtle longing glances towards the decor section whenever we shopped together. He must've been collecting everything I thought about buying since January.

"Last one, cara."

The last present is the smallest one, just an envelope. The letter inside was short, but you could tell he took his time with it, writing carefully as opposed to the scribbly, jumbled mess his handwriting normally was, and to complete it, a black kissy mark in the corner of the paper. The only problem was, it was written in Italian. I could only understand a few words, but certainly not the entire thing. Terzo noticed my furrowed brows.

"What is the matter, tesoro? Does my way with words not charm you anymore?"

"No, nothing's wrong! It's just that - Terzo, you seem to have forgotten I don't speak Italian." I chuckle. His jaw drops dramatically in faux suprise.

"Tesoro mio, I've been trying to reach you! You're telling me your Papa's a bad teacher?"

"I'm telling you 'my Papa' has only taught me the naughty words, not anything of actual substance."

"Sciocchezze. Well, that just means you must learn now... especially since..."

"Since what?"

"Since... I'm taking you to Italy!" He reveals two plane tickets behind his back, smirking mischievously. "I hope you like Venice this time of year, cara. I know I do."

"You didn't!" I squealed, jumping excitedly into his arms. He chuckles warmly, holding me close and pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "I did! You said you wanted to travel more, si? You deserve to get out more, it's no good for you to be cooped up in this nasty building. Oh cara mia, my light, my treasure; I would show you the whole world if you asked for it."

"Oh, my love, thank you, thank you!" Despite my cheer, I can't help but yawn. The lack of sleep is getting to me now I fear. Terzo snickers.

"Awe, my poor girl. I suppose we can go to sleep now. You can open the rest later, hm?"

"There's more?" I ask, widened eyes.

"Did you seriously think I'd just leave it there?"

"Terzo... How much did you spend this year?" I tut.

"... I will not answer that." I've no energy to scold him on his frivolous spending. I only smile tiredly, resting my head on his shoulder. "Let's get to bed, you big goof."

"Are you, eh... are you too tired to... receive just one more Christmas present? It's a rather big one, heh." He murmurs suggestively, nibbling at my earlobe. I roll my eyes, but I must admit, a jolt of arousal shot to my core.

"What do you mean by that, hm? You want to give me a white Christmas, Terz? Fill me up with the holiday spirit?" I purr, stifling a giggle. He sucks in a breath. "May I?" Tied between getting a good night's rest and getting a good fucking, I look into his eyes. Damn it. Those eyes.

"Fuck it. Stuff my stocking, Papa."

-

[chevrolangels]

kiss me under the shit stick

deancas, christmas, ~700 wds

They’re in some old folks home, all decked out for the holidays. Sam’s doing his empathetic-puppy-dog-I-hear-you-face to the receptionist and getting all the info, which leaves Dean and Cas to hang back and wait for the go signal. 

Castiel’s drinking his third cup of coffee that morning, some Folgers that a smiling aide had pressed into his hands. He hadn’t the heart to say no.

Dean takes the cup from Castiel without asking, taking a generous swig. As he lowers the cup, he smiles, nudging Castiel with his elbow.

“Hey, Cas,” he says, nodding up towards the ceiling. “Look.”

Castiel follows his gaze. Above them, above the doorway of a small alcove, is a sad-looking plant, tacked limply to the wall. 

“Mistletoe,” he observes. Dean smirks.

“Uh-huh. Mistletoe.”

He sidles closer, fingers ghosting over Castiel’s back, down to tease at his waist.

“And you know what that means, don’t you?” He asks, waggling his eyebrows.

Castiel rolls his eyes.

“I do, indeed.”

Dean's grip tightens on his waist, bringing Castiel closer, and he’s already leaning in, despite them being rather exposed. It’s thrilling, to see Dean more comfortable with himself, with them—but Castiel isn’t going to pass up such a golden opportunity.  

“Strange, though,” he says, and Dean abruptly pauses, squinting at him.

“What?” 

Castiel shrugs.

“Strange that humans would choose mistletoe to kiss under.”

Dean looks at him suspiciously.

“Okay...and why is that?”

“Mistletoe is a parasitic plant and only propagates through bird droppings,” Castiel answers. “The word itself comes from ‘mistle’, meaning ‘feces’, and ‘toe’, meaning ‘twig’.”

He pauses, watching Dean’s expression spasm.

“You humans do have some strange traditions,” he says innocently.

“Wait a second—”

Dean holds up a finger.

“Are you telling me...people have been kissing—for years—under a literal goddamn shit stick?”

Cas nods. 

Dean gapes at him for a moment, then glances upward again. 

“Oooookay,” he says, grimacing. “ Never mind. I’m just gonna—”

In one smooth motion, Castiel grabs Dean’s coffeeless hand, pulling him back into the alcove, pressing him against the wall. Dean makes a small noise of surprise before Cas’s lips are on his, slightly dry, wonderfully soft, warm as he cups Dean’s jaw with his other hand.

“You’re not getting away from me that easily,” he says softly, nose bumping Dean’s. Dean blinks, a little dazed.

“You’re the one who brought up bird feces,” he mumbles, but his other hand searches for Castiel’s tie, pulling him closer. Castiel chuckles.

“I’d happily kiss you anywhere, even under the shit stick,” he murmurs, “But we might scandalize a few of the residents.”

Dean smiles.

“Better take advantage of this privacy, then,” he says, before leaning in again.

~

Rosa, at the receptionist desk, pens in another clue into her crossword. Sadie is still talking to the nice young man with the too-long hair, and across from her, the other two agents spill from the small room where they keep the brooms, straightening their jackets. The cute one’s hair is completely disheveled, and the other one has a smug smile on his face. 

Rosa shakes her head, and goes back to her crossword.

Dean clears his throat, his cheeks pink as their fingers tangle together, hidden behind the folds of Castiel’s coat. 

“Okay, Kris Kringle,” he says affectionately. “You got any other fun Christmas trivia tidbits?”

Castiel pretends to think for a moment, thumb brushing over Dean’s.

"Well, pre-Christian cultures regarded the white berries of the mistletoe as symbols of male fertility,” he says, as calmly as if he were discussing the weather. “The seeds representing semen, obviously.”

Dean nearly spits his coffee across the floor.

Rosa glares at him from the receptionist desk.

Dean wheels on Cas, cheeks flaming.

“Dude. You’ve got to be fucking with me.”

“Why?” Castiel asks, keeping a completely straight face. “Don’t you think they resemble testicles?” 

“Jesus, not so damn loud—”

“I’m just telling you your own lore, Dean.”

At that moment, ‘Agent Stills’ turns, giving them the signal. Dean claps Castiel’s arm, looking relieved. 

“Alright, buddy. Go time. Let’s leave the bedroom talk for...the bedroom.” 

Castiel nods soberly, hiding his smile.

“Of course.”

They pass by the receptionist, who gives the three of them the stink-eye as they leave. Castiel leans in, whispering into Dean’s ear.

“Just wait until I tell you about the orgies during Saturnalia.”

"Oh, for the love of—”

[freakygirlie]

What about your most favorite j2 only fics?? Any cool gems? :D

*rolls up sleeves* *clears throat* DO I HAVE SOME AMAZING GEMS FOR YOU !!!

here are ten of the greatest j2 fics i have ever read that i cherish with my full being- (if u dont want to read my out of control ramblings fics are bolded, click and enjoy <30

-Beautiful Rhythm. Pianist!Jensen and Doctor!Jared with the utmost cutest friends to lovers relationship EVERRR. this fic is pure gorgeous writing, with the characterization down to a T and a wonderful, fun banter filled j2 who are pining for each other so much. Jensen POV. It's beautiful get up and read it right now.

-The Play Nice Proviso. this is a fairly popular fic in j2 fandom and for good reason !!! non au ish j2 where they actually hate each other when the meet but are forced to play nice because of a proviso in their contract. this is such a good fic i was foaming at the mouth reading it, the pining and the way the relationship builds the enemies to lovers burn mhmm god this fic is wonderful.

-My Heart Don't Beat The Way It Used To. this is such a comfort fic for me, highschool j2 where jensen is a brooding artist, jared is a jock and they are the bestest of friends. pining jensen to the max, the cute little highschool elements, the relationship between the boys, the cameos of their friends, this fic is BEAUTIFULLL. i keep coming back to it when i am out of everything to read and it gets better each time.

-LITERALLY EVERYTHING BY SOULMATECEST. but my two personal favorites would be- Project Get Jared Banged- J2 ARE STEP BROTHERS!! THE PINING THE CODEPENDENCY THE WRONGNESS(but then not really) THE ANGSTTTT, the fluff <3 the way j2 are w each other CHEF'S KISS, everything about this fic!! i was sobbing on the floor reading it!!! -and then, Execution Of The Last Steal. when i say this was the fic that gave me standards i mean this fic was the one that gave me standards!! (2 years of searching for a fic as amazing as this one but alas) Hacker!Jared , Thief!Jensen, where they're exes and jensen helps jared escape but jared's engaged to stephen(HA WHO DOESNT LOVE J2 STEPHEN JEALOUSY THIS FICCC IS MY SOULFOOD)!!!! the re-building of their relationship, THEIR BANTER i laugh like anything reading their conversations, the flashbacks and the way they tie in to the present !! the plot and suspense and the angst and fluff KILL ME NOW IT'S SO GOOD. i have genuinely forgotten how many times i've read this but i would like to be buried with it if no one minds.

-Operation: Mistletoe. everyone: *loud groans* ''AVERY!! ENOUGH W RECCING THIS FIC OK WE GET IT IT'S WONDERFUL'' BUT NO !!!!! NO U DO NOT GET IT !!!! THIS FIC. IS EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING. stop fucking rolling ur eyes and lOOK AT ME. enemies to lovers!! fake relationship!! only one bed!! j2 are fbi agents!! great plot, such fun banter, pining, fluff, angst, THIS FIC HAS IT ALLLLLL. if u haven't read this yet genuinely what have u done. the characterizations of j2 *chef's kiss* the mystery, the chad in this fic? top tier. the conversations and the slow build and the MOMENTTT, god this fic is IT.

-Something Borrowed, Something Blue. your classic 'i need a date to show up my ex at my brother's wedding! come with me!' but instead of getting ur best friend to do it, jensen's part of an escort service <3 jared hires him and shenanigans ensue. this fic is so so so good and so much fun to read, the way j2's relationship grows is beautiful. i have read lots of fake relationship fics and this one is right up there with the gems.

-True Colors. i could write sonnets about this fic that would have shakespeare rolling in his grave!!! jared has a special gift and jensen's an executive who doesn't know life outside of his work. the connection between them, the absolute trust that develops and how they slowly fall in love despite everything and how jensen is the only one(outside of jared's father) who sees him truly and fully, goddddd this fic is such a beautiful journey and so soft and so perfect. a true gem of this fandom that deserves to be CHERISHED.

-Burn The Land and Boil The Sea. this fic makes u FEEL AND SOB AND CRY AND YELL AND JUST EXPLODE. nyxocity's way with words makes u wonder why they haven't won a pulitzer already. j2 spent one glorious summer together but they parted ways and now fate has brought them together but they're different people(or well jensen is). and despite it all, the connection forged between them all those years ago hasn't severed no matter how much they deny it and the rebuilding of them, the PLOT, the angst and near-death experiences and THE FEELINGS AFTERWARDS. it's everything in one glorious package- emotions, denial of said emotions, the protectiveness and love between them, and how they only trust each other and how they heal each other from their horrific experiences, nhdhsjd go! read! you won't regret it, this fic is STUNNING <33

-The Doors of Time. we save the best for last!!!!!!!!! this fic is wildly popular and WHY WOULDN'T IT BE!!!! SO. MUCH. BEAUTY. AND. WONDER. magic, fairies, love, emotions, pining, soulmatism, GODDD, this fic WRECKS YOU IN THE BEST WAY. i read this all at once + it's extras(on ao3!) and it was such a wild fucking ride. jensen has special abilities and jared is his soulmate, they fall in love but get separated and spend all this time looking and waiting for each other and when they meet GOD. THE ANGSTTTT AND FLUFF!!! mind blowing. a spectacular, spectacular fic that u absolutely have to read if u haven't.(i downloaded 6 pdfs of this on separate devices because docdroid is the only place it's available and i definitely didn't want to lose it in any way, shape or form).

+ (i wouldn't be me if i didn't add a bonus now would i) BONUS!! -Come With Me(Is It Lonesome On The Sea). the cutest j2 friends to lovers fic that is just pure tooth-rotting fluff, with the characterization, story and the relationship being a wonder to behold. me reading this on every bad day i have and cursing ao3 for the ability to not leave more kudos. it deserves every kudo out there and then some.

anyways !!!!!!! j2 fics that are genuine GEMS!! hope u like these anon and go give the fics/authors some love <3

[troped-fanfic-challenge]

Chopped: Holiday Trope Exchange Masterlist 

A huge thanks to every person who signed up for our gift exchange, we got 18 really wonderful fics! For anyone who isn’t sure what this was all about, this was a double blind gift exchange where each of our eighteen (18!!!) writers were assigned four tropes from an anonymous recipient, and were tasked with writing a fic that fit our holiday theme, and included all the tropes. The only guidance from their recipient were a couple of brief notes they included during the sign up, and both the writer and recipient were revealed when we shared all the fics! These fics, as with all our Chopped fics, were creative and unique, and found ways to utilise tropes that may seem so simple in really spectacular ways! If this gift exchange, or any of our other Chopped events, have sparked your interest, keep your eyes peeled on this page for some future events we have planned, and sign up to join the fun! In the meantime, we hope you enjoy these wonderful holiday fics!

Love to everyone who participated, Bailey and Sara <3 

Let it Snow (And I’ll Get Sentimental) [G] (Memori) 

Written by @mylifeiskara, for @hostagetakerandhistraitor​. The four assigned tropes were 1) friends made a bet, 2) one character kisses the other and the one who got kissed is shocked still, 3) amnesia AU, 4) ark AU (or any other AU where the story takes place in space).

All John Murphy wants for Christmas is for Emori to remember who he is.

Won’t let you go [G] (Clurphy) 

Written by sapphictomaz, for @vmreed​. The four assigned tropes were 1) childhood friends-to-lover, 2) grounder au, 3) tattoos, and 4) body painting

There is nothing shared in Clarke and Murphy's lives. They come from opposite clans who have a history of warfare between them. She lives in the jungle, while he calls the mountainside home. She celebrates the holidays by dancing the year away, and he does so by claiming dominance on another year that has passed.

They meet, anyways, and realize that sometimes, you have to make your own traditions.

Contained Constant Chaos [T] (Murven)

Written by @vmreed, for sapphictomaz. The four assigned tropes were 1) Post-Apocalypse AU (different from canon), 2) Found Family, 3)Hurt/Comfort, and 4) "You're an asshole to everybody else, but you're nice to me"

“Please don’t kill me.” He said, stupidly.

She raised an eyebrow, saying nothing, but offering him a box of tampons.

and i’ll die by your side if you want me to [T] (Memori)

Written by @dylanobrienisbatman​, for @justbecauseyoubelievesomething. The four assigned tropes were 1) based on a tv show (author chose Timeless), 2) soulmate AU, 3) fake dating, and 4) timeloop/groundhog day AU.

Murphy got tapped to come work for a special project after he was arrested for stealing a military vehicle right off of the base (long story). Turns out the special project... involved time travel... so theres that. About 6 months after he signed on, it all went horribly sideways, and now they were chasing their friends across history, trying to stop them from making a horrible mistake.

Thats how they end up in the middle of World War I France on Christmas day in 1914. Thats how she dies.

And then... somehow... the day begins again. Can he figure out a way to stop The Blake Siblings from wrecking history forever and also save the girl?

This Christmas, You're All That I Want (Just Don't Tell Anyone) [G] (Bellarke)

Written by @bellarkestitchdelena​, for @captaindaddykru​. The four assigned tropes were 1) Joke kiss turned serious, 2) The main ship must share something (can literally be anything), 3) Two characters giving extremely biased flashbacks to an event, and 4) Secret Relationship.

It all starts trying to prove Murphy wrong

Season’s Grievances [G] (Multi)

Written by @hostagetakerandhistraitor​, for @teeandsnowflakes​. The four assigned tropes were 1) a terribly loud crash and one of the characters yelling ‘IM OKAY’ from another room, 2) huddle for warmth, 3) found family, and 4) one character is ‘icy’ and slowly defrosts. 

Bellamy and Raven have been best friends for over 3 years. They found each other at their low points and bonded to turn each other into better people. But when Bellamy starts dating Raven's ex, Echo, things get icy. This is a story of family, friendship, romance, betrayal, culinary inaptitude, with a slight zest of things I wanted to be canon. Also a Blake family Christmas party.

Kiss Me Babe, It's Christmas Time [M] (Bellarke)

Written by @eyessharpweaponshot, for @shen-gong-oops​. The four assigned tropes were 1) One character has a child, 2) Characters are not together but are mistaken for a couple, 3) Terribly loud crash and one character goes ‘oops’ in a casual voice, 4) Two characters giving extremely biased flashbacks of the same event.

How long have you been in love with him? Seven years now?’ ‘Eight’ Clarke corrects him, her voice muffled through her hands as she cups her face. She’s still trying to calm her heart rate down. Murphy simply laughs, his amusement of this clear as day. ‘Don’t know what you’re laughing at. You were in the same boat with Raven’ Clarke reminds him. ‘Not for eight years, I wasn’t.’ Clarke rolls her eyes. She should never have told Murphy. The results of too much wine and being the last ones standing after a night in Grounders a couple of years ago. ‘Look, all I’m saying is it might be worth telling him’ he shrugs, leaning against the broom in his hand. Clarke gives him a pointed look. ‘Nobody is telling Bellamy anything.’

Christmas time, a harbouring secret and a festive get-together. The perfect combination.

where the love light gleams [T] (Murven)

Written by @teeandsnowflakes, for @kuklash​. The four assigned tropes were 1) meet cute, 2) first kiss, 3) surprise proposal, 4) pregnancy AU.

Raven hadn't been home for Christmas in four years, but the one year she did, she met Murphy, new in town since she had last been there, and learns a very important lesson about the holidays.

i know you can feel the magic we don't need to talk about it [T] (Bellarke)

Written by @captaindaddykru , for @eyessharpweaponshot​. The four assigned tropes were 1) exes, 2) jealousy, 3) protectiveness, 4) modern au. 

Christmas eve, Clarke's sort-of-ex shows up at her door in the middle of an awkward family dinner and so she ends up flashing him. Holiday spirit and all.

Dance Your Way Home [T] (Becho)

Written by @justbecauseyoubelievesomething​, for @dylanobrienisbatman​. The four assigned tropes were 1) historical AU (1920′s or earlier), 2) almost kiss/interrupted kiss, 3) holiday party, and 4) sunrises.

“We need to get you home. You’re freezing.”

Home. She has no home.

Everyone Telling You Be of Good Cheer [G] (Clurphy)

Written by @kinetic-elaboration​, for @hopskipaway​. The four assigned tropes were 1) amnesia, 2) found family, 3) oblivious pining, and 4) and mistletoe kiss.

“Merry Christmas, by the way,” Clarke adds, which settles that.

“You too. Merry Christmas.” He takes down Bellamy’s NYU mug without thinking, tries to shake the feeling that he’s no more than an extra in Clarke’s amnesiac version of Groundhog’s Day. That this is, somehow, normal. That he is not wondering, the thought like an invasive little jingle in his ear, what she thinks yesterday was.

The day after Murphy, Clarke, Bellamy, and Raven return from disappointing family Christmases, Clarke wishes that they could have spent the holiday together instead. A fall down the stairs, a bout of amnesia—and suddenly it’s Christmas again. And again. And again. Reliving the day puts even Murphy into the holiday spirit, and helps him learn to open his heart to his friends, and to the possibility of love.

3 Times Murphy Lost a Fight, and 1 Time He Didn't  [M] (Clurphy)

Written by @kuklash​, for @mylifeiskara​. The four assigned tropes were 1) 3+1, 2) Oblivious Pining, 3) Work Party, and 4) First Kiss.

Dec. 20th, 2003

"This party is gonna fucking suck, Clarke."

"Of course it’s gonna suck, Murphy, but if you want this job you have to schmooze," the blonde said with an eye roll. "The best place to schmooze is the company Christmas party."

A Little Brighter [G] (Bellarke)

Written by @shen-gong-oops​, for @bellarkestitchdelena​. The four assigned tropes were 1) Rivals to Lovers, 2) Arranged Marriage AU, 3) Pregnancy, and 4) Sunsets.

Taking a deep breath, he turned towards Clarke. "If I were to take up your father's offer for knighthood, please know, I do not wish to be the knight to the princess of all Arkadia."

Or: Bellamy takes a really long time to realize he's being a hypocrite.

when i’m feelin' alone (you remind me of home) [G] (Clurphy)

Written by @hopskipaway​, for @probably-voldemort​. The four assigned tropes were 1) royalty au, 2) marriage pact, 3) clumsy character, and 4) roommates. 

Within the walls of the palace, Princess Clarke of Arkadia lives a quiet and lonesome life.

That is, until John Murphy waltzes into her life and changes it forever. She’s not complaining.

sweet dreams of holly and ribbon, mistakes are forgiven, and everythin' is icy and blue, and you would be there too

make my wish come true [T] (Murven)

Written by @probably-voldemort​, for @kinetic-elaboration​. The four assigned tropes were 1) almost kiss / interrupted kiss, 2) holiday movie (as in being in a holiday movie), 3) friends with benefits, and 4) band au. 

It's been ten years since the Delinquents went off air, so clearly it's time for a reunion in the form of a Christmas special. Yeah, it sounded like bullshit to Murphy, too, but he hadn't seen the crew since Raven's wedding a few years back, and he'd managed to convince Kane that his character should have a dog, so there was no way it could be all bad.

Right?

Last Christmas [NR] (Bellarke)

Written by @bellarkeshoe​, for @hiddenpolkadots​. The four assigned tropes were 1) Exes, 2) Fake dating, 3) Kiss under the mistletoe, and 4) Modern Au.

Bellamy Blake never thought he would see Clarke Griffin again in his life. At least, not after the way things ended. He wished that things had gone differently because well, he cared about her. He loved her and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He never even really got the chance to tell her that.

Everything happened so fast. One moment he is as happy as he can be, enjoying his life as a professor with an amazing girlfriend, and just like that, his world came crumbling down and over one huge misunderstanding.

But when they ended it, they both said some things they didn’t mean, or well he hoped she didn’t mean what she had said, he knows he didn’t.

But that is all in the past now, he can never forget about her, he still thinks about her everyday, but there is nothing he can really do about it. Clarke hates him for some reason and he doesn’t know if he’s totally over the fact that she ended things.

He is sure she had a good reason to. I mean at least that’s what he hopes. If the love they felt for each other was genuine and real than she should have had a very good reason to end things, right?

your eyes outshine the town, they do [T] (Bellarke)

Written by @hiddenpolkadots​, for @thelittlefanpire. The four assigned tropes were 1) magic au, 2) competing businesses, 3) secret relationship, and 4) kiss in the snow.

“I’m going to make you enjoy Christmas,” she tells him, her confidence in herself almost overwhelming. “I can’t do anything about the weather but I’m pretty sure I can handle the rest. By the time the season is over you’re going to love Christmas.”

“I highly doubt that,” he says, staring at her hard. “I may just tolerate it at best.”

“I’ll take it,” she says, “Bellamy Blake, prepare to have the best Christmas of your life.

or, sometimes christmas is you and your rival falling into a snowbank together.

Taste of Arkadia [G] (Bellarke)

Written by @thelittlefanpire​, for @bellarkeshoe​. The four assigned tropes were 1) Rivals to Lovers, 2) Character A catches Character B crying, 3) Modern AU, and 4) Competing businesses (author’s choice).

Before Christmas, the Chancellor of Arkadia charges his son with the task of repurposing the city’s warehouse district into a cool, hip hub for commerce and camaraderie.

At its opening, an impromptu competition among the many businesses in the area begin for the best spot in the ARK.

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