#fan fiction advent calendar

[catearella]

Advent Calendar 2023

Day #4: WangXian exchanging bands during their wedding

(Scene inspired by my awesome friend's fanfic)

prompted by @yukidelleran

[neyswxrld]

playing sloth

Mayday x reader (gn)

summary: Outdoor pools with Mayday!

warnings: making out in a public pool, a little spicy, 18+

word count: ~630

advent calendar masterlist

a/n: this is the second fic for my advent calendar! i tried something different here and now i really want a hot bath with mayday

p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for misspellings!

You close your hand around Mayday's and slowly walk down the stairs into the pool.

As soon as your feet hit the warm water, you let out an excited breath before going in deeper, pulling him with you.

When you're deep enough, you let yourself fall a bit, enjoying the warmth around your whole body, and sigh, relaxed.

"Well, it really is warm," he notices, following you willingly.

"You thought I would lie?" you ask him, a playful smile on your lips.

He shakes his head with a soft look in his eyes. "Of course not."

Together, you make your way through the plastic curtain that connects the small pool entry with its main part outside.

As your face hits the cold air outside, you immediately shiver a bit, enjoying the warmth of the pool a little bit more.

The sharp contrast between the hot water and the winter air causes a foggy sight, making everything look magical and steamy.

The water is almost deserted, and only another couple your age enjoys each other's company in a corner opposite the entry.

Smiling, you turn around and let Mayday pull you to his chest.

"You can't say this wasn't a great idea," you say, appreciating his naked skin against yours.

"Didn't say anything else," he grins, coming a little bit closer again.

You put your arms around his neck, curling your fingers around his wet hair at his neck, while placing your legs around his hips.

"Already playing backpack, I see," he murmurs, but smiles. Carefully, Mayday puts his arms around your back too and situates himself somewhere against a wall so he can sit comfortably while you're sitting on his lap.

"Hmmm... I think it's more like playing sloth," you say, shaking your head and grinning at him.

Mayday looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "The mommas carry their babies on their tummies, not on their backs," you explain.

"So, I'm a momma now?" he asks, his eyebrow almost touching his hairline.

"No... But I'm your baby!" you say, almost excited, making him laugh quietly.

"Mh, yeah, sometimes you are just like a giant baby," he agrees, chuckling.

"Hey!" you protest, laying your hands on his cheek now.

"You can't say I'm wrong. Sitting on my lap like that. Like you can't find your own stool," he mocks you with playfully raised eyebrows.

"Fine, then I'll go and find my own chair," you start to pout, trying to push him away from you without much strength.

Mayday laughs, tightens his grip and holds you close to him.

"That was a joke, baby," he says, accentuating the last word.

You try to fight the smile that forms on your lips but fail miserably. "I know, silly," you grin, leaning forward at the same time, placing a sweet kiss on his wet lips.

The familiar tickle of his beard on your face makes you sigh as he deepens the kiss.

Closing your eyes, you pull yourself closer to him, enjoying the warmth of his body and the water, feeling refreshed by the cold air around you.

You share sweet kisses, smell each other's scents, and smile as soon as your tongues touch.

Mayday's hands wander around your body and pull quiet sighs from your lips, but they never go too far. You're in a public pool, after all.

You could have been sitting like that for the whole day, but Mayday decides otherwise.

You don't know if you're disappointed or shocked when you suddenly feel him moving forward and pushing you under the water with his whole body.

Coughing, you emerge again and look at him disapprovingly, trying to get the water out of your nose. "What was that for?"

"Thought we should take a break," he tells you, getting a little bit red around his nose.

TAGLIST:

@isthereanechoinhere96

[sweetpeapoppy]

Sinful Summer Advent Calendar 😈

COMPLETED!

Thank you all so much for the prompts and more importantly, for all of your patience, kudos and wonder comments!

***

Coming in public - Mark/Fernando

Phone sex - Lance/Fernando

Toys - George/Lance

Outdoor sex - Sebastian/Kimi

Lingerie - Lance/Fernando

Caught in the act - Mark/Fernando + Lance

Threesome - Daniel/Lando/Oscar

Car sex - Norman/Arthur

Cheating - Lewis/Sebastian + Nico R

Phone sex - Carlos/Lando

Shaving - Lance/Fernando

Mile high club - Mark/Jenson

Trying out a new kink - Fernando/Lance

Coming in pants/trousers - Daniel/Valtteri

Orgy/group sex - Fernando/Mark/Lance/Jenson

Thigh riding - Nico R/Valtteri

Breathplay - Jenson/Fernando

Dirty talk - Fernando/Lance

Sugar Daddy - Oscar/Mark

Bondage/restraints - Kimi/Fernando

Pillow humping - Fernando/Lance

Anonymous sex - Fernando/Lance

Spanking - Mark/Fernando/Oscar

Coming untouched - Mark/Fernando

Desperation - Mark/Lewis

Non-penerative - Robert/Fernando

Shower sex - Fernando/Lance

Accidental stimulation - Mark/Fernando

[songliili]

Title: Fill My Stocking

Fandom: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 1/1

Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor

Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, David the Beagle (Red White & Royal Blue)

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, I'm Sorry, You're Welcome, Cock Warming, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Edging, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Felching, Come Eating, Dom/sub Undertones, henry has big feelings during sex, alex is a brat, Bottom Alex Claremont-Diaz, Top Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Dom Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Dom Alex Claremont-Diaz, Sub Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Sub Alex Claremont-Diaz

Summary: Alex has spent the past fifteen minutes talking with David about his favourite treats. Not that the dog answered, but Alex was undeterred and kept going, uncaring that Henry had asked him to give him an hour and then he’d join him in hanging up fairy lights and mistletoe everywhere.

Very well. If Alex wants Henry’s attention, he'll have it. It's probably not what Alex thought he’d accomplish with his little scheme, but it's a compromise between Henry's needs and Alex's wants, and that's all that can be done.

OR: Alex wants some attention and Henry has to get creative.

[taleasnewastime]

3. Traitor

Summary: Yoongi comes to your rescue; you just wish it was anyone but him.

Word count: 850

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None.

This is fine. No need to worry. They can probably smell fear so to panic now would only make this situation worse. You definitely shouldn’t do that. It’s hard though because all you want to do is curl up in a ball.

Have cows always been this big? Because they’re currently towering over you. Surrounding you from every angle. There’s no escape unless you want to push through them. And while you didn’t think they looked scary from the edge of the field, being surrounded by them is something completely different.

They’re closing in. The ones on the outside pushing the ones by you closer. They’re avoiding you for now, leaving a space just big enough. Their eyes wide and suspicious of you. Cows don’t bite, right? But what if one were to kick? You imagine that would do some serious damage.

Ok, you’re panicking now. Building what if scenarios in your mind and letting them run wild. You have no idea how to get out of this, so naturally your mind jumps to the worst-case scenario. You’re going to die here. In the field. Where you came with the idea of getting to know the area better, to get some fresh air. Being in nature is supposed to be good for you, but this doesn’t feel very healthy.

And then, all of a sudden the cows start to part. It feels the equivalent of the red sea parting, a miracle. Truly a sight to behold. Your heart soaring, words of thanks on your lips, a smile that’s pure relief on your lips.

Your heart drops as quickly as it soared.

Because of course it had to be him who came to your rescue, who is the one to see you in this moment of weakness. Yoongi. You’ve not known him for long, having only moved to the area recently. The village grump. He hates you and you hate him. And here he is, eyes scanning you, his lips downturned.

“What are you wearing?”

“Yoongi,” you ignore him. “I would say it’s nice to see you, but I wouldn’t want to lie.”

His eyes dart to the cows that were just surrounding you and you swear you see his lips flicker in amusement as he looks back at you. “Just getting to know the locals?”

“They’re more pleasant to be around than some people, that’s for sure.”

His amusement dies and you take the opportunity to twist and start back on your trail. As much wanting to distance yourself from the cows as Yoongi.

The ground is soft with damp. The hill not helping matters. Your feet slip as you climb, your breath becoming slightly laboured. You try to hold yourself together, you haven’t looked back to see where Yoongi is but if he’s still looking at you, you don’t want to embarrass yourself anymore than you already have. Also, you can’t bear the thought of his satisfied grin when he see’s he’s right. Because your shoes are only thin pumps, the soles providing little to no grip, your leggings already dirty with mud. Still, you keep pushing.

Your foot slips again, hands splaying in front of you for balance. You barely hear the deep sigh before a hand wraps itself around your upper arm, pulling you straight. You jump, not expecting it but the hand stays steady on you.

“I have better shoes in my car.”

Yoongi. You hadn’t realised he’d followed you here. Hadn’t realised he was so close to you. Why is he offering you help? Firstly, with supporting you and then with offering better shoes? You’d have thought he’d be enjoying watching you struggle.

“I’m fine,” you mumble, try to shake his hand off and when that fails start to take another step forward.

Yoongi grumbles something too low for you to hear. But you squeak in surprise when he steps closer to you, his arm moving from your arm along your back only stopping when it’s settled on your hip. He pulls you close into him. Your side completely flush with his. You go stiff, your body temperature raising a few degrees.

You can’t concentrate on anything but the points where your body touches his, how sturdy he feels, how safe you feel, even though you haven’t taken a step yet. Everything that flashes through you feels like a betrayal. You shouldn’t notice how long his fingers feel, shouldn’t notice how big he feels, shouldn’t notice how good he smells. And you certainly shouldn’t feel a pang of desire go through you.

Nope. No. Hell no.

“Come on then,” he mumbles, voice now right by your ear.

Despite yourself, as Yoongi steps up the hill you find your own feet following his. When you slip now, he’s there to steady you. You don’t wobble or struggle. Though your breath is still laboured, your heart still pounding, both for completely different reasons now.

You’re a traitor to yourself. This man you hate, and yet you don’t drag yourself out of his arms. For a short walk up a slippery hill, you allow yourself to enjoy the feeling.

[musicalislife]

Day 20 of the Käärijä and Häärijä advent calendar:

😳😳😳😳

I really hope Mikke had nothing to do with this pic

This feels like a pic from a fan fiction

This pleasured face

His hand (suggesting) the placement over his 🍆

[greenelectricsky]

Hi everyone! I'm GreenElectricSky and this is my blog, mainly about Cats. Also my earlier posts about flowers and every other stuff I liked are here. Now, what is not related to Cats will be published/rebloged on another blog :) Because it's become problematic I also made a blog only for my fanfiction and Cats Scenes, so if you like to see them go to @moonyskyallthetime :)

Those are my main OCs:

Cysiek and TuśTuś:

Cysiek is more my OC when TuśTuś is more my catsona, as they are more similar to me:) They are Tugger and Munku's twins.

My Cats Scenes are tagged #i think im funny. I'm doing them almost daily from 12.07.2023, so it's a solid number now :) Also, now they are linked together, so have fun. And my writing is tagged "my writing" ;) It can happen I post here links to my other fiction too.

Although, because it was a problem a few times, I want to say one thing loud and clear: PERSONALLY I DON'T SHIP INCEST AND CHILD/ADULT. It doesn't mean YOU can't - if you like it, it's your fun, not mine, and definitely I don't judge you because of that! If I ship someone you think they are siblings or kittens, in MY headcanon they are NOT. (I have a lot of ships, so when I write tuggerstrap they aren't brothers - funny thing here. I know Cats from 1998, film and other shows, and I never saw them as a brothers. Only after I joined here I was enlighted that some people see them like this. So stop telling me it's disgusting, this ship lives in my head longer than some of you! - but when I write tuggoffelees, then yes, there is a big chance Tugger and Munku are brothers, etc.) I hope it's clear now :)

This blog is LGBTQIA+ friendly. It's also friendly to everyone who behave respectfully to others. I don't want to be part of any kind of war in fandom, I'm too old and peaceful for this shit. Pro-shippers, shippers, non-shippers are welcomed here.

I hope we all can have fun together, be fans and show our love for Cats in every form we like!

If you want to ask, then ask, I would love to respond to your questions. Also about my OCs to Cats (TuśTuś, Cysiek, Mirage, FinFun, FanFanGrace, Cream, Tango, Papyrus, Sky, Silenia, Jemmysweets, Adonis, Star, Sun, Moon, Shyny, Haze, Oranglow, SpicyJuice, Amberlina, FlowerFlow, EarthyRose, HoneyTrap, AlmonDisco, Vanilliarity, Bumblee, Tikku. More about them here) or any other things you like. If you want to just be friends I also love to know you better, start a talk, don't be shy :) But please, don't send me anons with luck chains or other things like "and tag another ten mutuals/blogs" because it's... Creepy? From anon I can take the real question because someone can want to know but is shy or something, I can understand that. Chains only from not anons, please :)

P.S. My pronouns are they/them here, he/him. Please, not girl, she/her!!!

P.S.II (08.12.2023) I wanted to do something for less appreciated pairings/ships, other relationships too and started to do it in my advent calendar (now with tag #advent calendar and #cats advent calendar). If you want something with them or any other pairings/ships I didn't write send me a prompt, ship and tag (or at last two of them) and you get something! HERE (another update 16.04.24, 16.02.24, 07.01.24, 28.12.23, 25.12.2023) is a list of pairings/ships/ and other kinds of relationships (with tags) I'm making (here or somewhere else like my published/no published fanfiction). If there isn't your ship - don't worry, I can write it too and even add it to that list :) One thing - I'm not doing abusive/toxic relationships, because... well, because just no.

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2023! Achievements!!!!!

Lovies!!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[ctrl-alt-tahu]

December 2nd

I really enjoyed last year's Bionicle Advent Calendar, when I wrote at least a snippet of fanfic every day, but I just don't have the time this year. Most of last year's was written in the slow times at work, and this year there just aren't any slow times. But I wanted to do something again, so you're going to get pictures and probably some descriptive/explanatory text. (Talking endlessly isn't "work" like writing fiction can be. Though, if we're lucky, maybe we'll get SOME ficlets later on.)

Today we're going back to the beginning! Onewa was my first Bionicle, the one who started it all. He wasn't even mine--not fully. My brother and I split him.

We were LEGO fans, solidly entrenched in it ag that point, but we had minimal Technic or interest in it and had passed on Throwbots and Roboriders completely and though we would do the same with Bionicles. The comics were kind of cool, but we were System fans, minifig fans. It just wasn't for us.

But our Mom knew we loved all kinds of LEGO and that we weren't very discriminating about it, so when she was Christmas shopping (this was October 2001), she found a marked-down Onewa in the clearance section and figured two or three dollars was worth a flier.

Onewa had been marked down because he'd been opened and one of his 5-module axles was missing. We stole a 4-module axle somewhere in our System sets and he was good to go. Our entire perspective on Bionicle flipped with him in our hands. What had looked (in our narrow, childhood judgement) as "weird" in the magazines and catalogues now looked really cool and fun in person.

A couple weeks later, we were sold on Bionicle enough that I "bought out" my brother's half and he put the money into buying a Turaga Matau. We also split a mask pack: a brown Pakari (mine) and a medium blue Ruru (my brother's). We were hooked, and we'd remain that way until about 2004: the colour change and the shift to Metru Nui matched a belated growing up, but it would still be a long, slow slide to my true Dark Ages, starting around 2009ish.

Because Onewa was the first and because we didn't really absorb all the media pre-movies, and because the Turaga had less real development as characters before 2004, I never pictured Onewa as the abrasive a-hole we got in LoMN. He was more of a Gandalf mentor type, and he's still kind of there for me. Reconciling him to LoMN has been a fertile ground for fiction for me.

Another big thing that LoMN contrasted with in our games was that Onewa had been the leader of our Turaga! If it was supposed to be clear, before 2004, that Vakama was the team leader, it was lost on us. I don't think we thought the Turaga HAD a leader, and Onewa, wise and strong (and the first one we had), got to be the team leader.

[sereia1313]

I really enjoy this series. I’m hoping to keep the tradition of Christmas fluff going this week now that I’m on break.

Wrapped in Red

For the @sesskagevents Advent Calendar 2021: Day 5

Part I of the Clarkson Chronicles: Christmas has always been a special time for Kagome, but after Rin invites Sesshomaru to join in the festivities, the holidays will never be the same.

Read it on Ao3, Dokuga, and FFnet.

Sneak Peek

“Will you come this year?”

Sesshoumaru blinked in confusion. “To what?”

Rin laughed again, sliding off her perch to stand in front of his desk. “To Christmas! You’re never in Edo during the celebration.”

“I have business to attend to during the winter months. The clans in the south—”

“It can wait until the new year. Please Lord Sesshoumaru? Kagome says it’s an important time for families. You should be there too!”

His eyes slid back to the missive, but it remained unread. “It sounds like a frivolous activity.” The parchment was snatched out of his hands, chestnut eyes gleaming at him.

“Exactly!”

A chuckle escaped his lips, unable to stop the softening of his eyes at her pleading look. “I suppose the discussions can be delayed by a day.”

Rin clapped her hands together, her exuberance written all over her face. “You won’t regret it, Lord Sesshoumaru, I promise!”

“Hnn.”

[mael-jeevas]

I thought about all this for a very long time, didn't dare for a long time, but finally came to the conclusion that it was worth trying again.

Three years ago it didn’t work out, alas, for a number of reasons, but I really hope that this time nothing will interfere with my idea.

From the 1st of December, I'm starting the pre-New Year challenge #adventember_23, like Advent + December.

This challenge is something like a Christmas/New Year calendar. Each day in December will be dedicated to one or another topic related to the New Year and Christmas. For this topic you can create any content you wish: arts, comics, fan fiction, original stories, crafts, music (why not). The challenge has no restrictions; everyone chooses for themselves what they are comfortable with and like best.

I will be very grateful for reposts and invite everyone to participate!

[neyswxrld]

the swamp cactus

Gree x reader (gn)

summary: Buying a Christmas tree with Gree!

warnings:  none

word count: ~600

advent calendar masterlist

a/n: this is the fourteenth fic for my advent calendar!

"What about this one?" Gree asks, pointing at another pretty tree.

"Hm, I don't know," you say, looking at it skeptically.

"Why not? It's pretty, the branches are well-proportioned, and it has a rich green," he says, and you nod. It really is a pretty tree.

"Yeah, you're right... But what about that one?" you ask him, pointing at another one next to it. It's small and... Well, it's small. The needles are very pointed, and it reminds you more of a cactus than a Christmas tree, and the green color makes you think of a swamp. All in all, the tree is ugly. Simply said.

Gree looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"I thought you wanted the prettiest Christmas tree this year," he says, reminding you of your own words.

"Yeah, I know... But look at all those beautiful trees," you start to explain, and Gree nods as he's looking around.

"All of those trees are going to be bought sooner or later. They're going to find a happy family. Only this little one is going to stay here alone, because it's ugly. And then, after Christmas, it's going to be fire wood and it fell for nothing," you explain, looking up to Gree and squeezing his hand a little bit.

"Well, if you see it that way, every tree fell for nothing. They're standing in living rooms, making a nice decoration, and after that, they still end up as firewood. Besides, that tree looks like a swamp cactus," he more or less explains to you, saying aloud what you've been thinking only seconds ago.

"Yeah, I know, but... But I want the ugly one. It is going to be alone on Christmas," you almost whisper, a little bit embarrassed by your own thinking process. It's just a tree, you're not adopting a pet. You know that. But still...

"So you want to buy the ugliest tree because you have pity?" he tries to understand you, looking a bit confused.

"Yes?" you ask more than say, making some puppy eyes in his direction.

Shaking his head, he sighs before saying, "Okay. If this is what you want."

Almost excited, you nod, trying to grab the tree and take it with you. It's a little unwieldy, but you're happy that Gree decides to help you.

Together, you carry the swamp tree to your home, placing it in a tree stand and waiting for its branches to spread out the whole way.

A few days later, the two of you start to decorate the tree.

First, you put on some fairy lights, followed by red and golden baubles and some other shiny things. The needles pick at your skin more often than not.

Last but not least, it's only the star on top that has to be put on.

Normally, you would take out a ladder, but the tree is small enough that Gree should be able to put it on top without any problems.

Gree thinks otherwise and carefully grabs you by the hips. Squeaking, you grab his hands as tightly as you can, scared of falling down. "Oh!" you call out, startled by his actions.

"What, you don't trust me?" he asks, a bit comically, grabbing you a little bit tighter.

"Of course I trust you," you assure him, slowly letting go of his hands and taking the star. Carefully, you place it on top.

When he puts you down again, you two stand in front of the tree, looking at it skeptically.

"I mean, the baubles don't make it worse," you say, and Gree agrees.

"What an ugly Christmas tree."

TAGLIST:

@isthereanechoinhere96 @trixie2023 @freesia-writes

[sweetpeapoppy]

“You’re coming.”

Lance looked down at the pile of material thrown into his lap. “Nah, it’s just some lame Halloween party.”

“Exactly, cheap drinks, cheap costumes, sexy times.”

“<i>Este</i>,” Lance warned, saying ‘sexy times’ was bad enough, but the wiggling eyebrows were too much. “I’m not going.” He knew it was a losing game, he got a few minutes grace before his best friend was hauling him off the sofa and forcibly putting the costume on him. “Fuck, alright, I’ll come,” he huffed.

[taleasnewastime]

ADVENT CALENDAR DRABBLES

1. Accidentally on purpose | 1.1k | Jimin

2. Do you trust me? | 464 | Jungkook

3. Traitor | 850 | Yoongi

4. I wish it was easy to hate you | 997 | Hoseok

5. Reckless | 1356 | Seokjin

6. Good at making bad decisions | 993 | Taehyung

[senorabond]

NaNoWriMo 2023

Anybody else doing NaNoWriMo this year? We're just about a week away from Preptober and I'm already getting excited!

I'm going to approach NaNo a bit differently this year:

Word count. I've never gotten to 50k words, but that's not my goal this year. I just want to beat my word count from last year (16k). The whole reason I do NaNo is to write. I'm always wanting to write more, so why give myself an unrealistic goal that may only serve to discourage me?

Community. Last year I joined the Discord server for my local region, and having a network and community of other writers was a HUGE help. I'd love to find a "pack" of other Pedro fans who might also be doing NaNo or would be open to some virtual write-ins. One of my goals for NaNo this year is to attend at least one in-person write-in with my local group.

Story. I'm choosing to write TLOU fanfiction for NaNo. Every year I get distracted and discouraged by the character development and world building. Eventually I want to write a novel (potentially fictional autobiography) set in a post-apocalyptic world. Writing TLOU fanfiction would give me an existing universe to work within, as well as some amazing characters I can realllllly explore. I'll just call this practice.

Bad writing. I struggle with something a lot of other authors have trouble with: perfectionism and critiquing myself too harshly. I'm going to experiment with a bit of reverse psychology by telling myself that I'm going to write badly "on purpose." I just need to write one bad first draft - it becomes good in the editing process. If I go into this managing my expectations from the start, I feel like I'll be more successful.

Planning, Pantsing, & Pacing. I will use Preptober wisely to develop a plot outline, perhaps sketch out a couple of original characters, and plan my daily/weekly word count goals. I'll also use it to build writing into my daily routine. I'm one of those nerds who loves a good spreadsheet and graph. I'll use this time to find a good template for tracking my word count and storyline progress. I'll schedule rest and catch-up days, allowing for special events/dates and giving myself a buffer for the unexpected.

Defining Success. I will define what "success" means to me, and what it doesn't mean to me, before I even begin. To me, success is not reaching 50k words. I'll be working to identify what those markers of success will be for me. Failure is not an option - and I mean that in the way that success will be more intangible in nature (e.g., Do I feel like I did my best? Did I have fun? Do I feel like I learned something?).

Rewarding Myself. What motivates me? How can I embody the "treat yoself" mentality? I'll be figuring this out and planning ahead. Maybe I'll schedule special things to do solo, or with my partner, friends, and family. I could create a word count/story line "advent calendar" of sorts with little treats to celebrate my progress. I have a lot of options to work with.

If anybody is interested in forming a writing or support group, hit me up! Even if you're not doing NaNo, I'd love more writing friends in general.

The Countdown Begins!!

[ao3feed-starsky-hutch]

LET IT SNOW

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/5dC89N2 by seentherain Written for the Starsky & Hutch Fan and Fan Fiction Advent Calendar 2023. Hutch gets a blast of memories that Starsky delights in. Words: 413, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Starsky & Hutch Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/5dC89N2

[thejokersenigma]

Christmas Fan Fiction Advent Calendar 2017 - Day 22 - Joker x Reader - Christmas Hatred Part 3

Ok, so I had no idea what i was going with this part and its quite out of character and pretty damn fluffy - so... sorry..?

Hope you Enjoy anyway!

MASTERLIST

[Y/N] felt like she ought to get the Joker back for suggesting the whole ice skating fiasco, but she couldn’t think of anything clever to suggest – everything she could think of would be painful for him – but it would also be painful for her as she had to do it as well. Why put herself through it?

So, instead, they ended up wandering quietly through the streets, both cringing away at the carol singers crying out the usual cliché tunes, and wincing at the horribly tacky Christmas displays in the large department store windows.

“I know why I don’t like Christmas.” [Y/N] stated. “But why do you hate it?”

The Joker glanced at her with a raised eyebrow and she suddenly remembered who she was talking to – and how stupid a question that was. “Right – yeah – psychotic murderer. I remember.” She muttered, more to herself than to him

The Joker let out a bark of laughter at it none the less and [Y/N] couldn’t help but smirk.

“So why do you hate it then, doll…” The Joker broached, though he kept his gaze ahead of them.

[Y/N] wondered whether she should answer that or just tell him to keep his nose out of her business. She was silent for a while as she thought this through. “It’s a long story.” She eventually said. “A long, complicated story.” She sighed, shaking her head up at the dark cloudy sky.

“Say no more…” The Joker growled lowly, “I get those.” And he didn’t push the subject any further. [Y/N] almost smiled – few people would just let her drop the subject like that – it was nice. Almost like he understood.

“Ok, doll.” The Joker finally said, stopping in the middle of the street, and pulling her to a halt next to him. “How ‘bout we call this quits – unless of course you want to go sit on Santa’s lap or something?”

“I think that would be excruciatingly painful for both of us.” [Y/N] joked.

“Hasn’t this whole evening been, kitten?” He countered.

“I dunno – I thought you looked quite happy out on that ice.” [Y/N] grinned.

“Only because I was too busy laughing at you, doll, to take notice of anything else.”

[Y/N] scowled at the memory. “Thanks.” She muttered.

There was a moment of awkward silence – at least it was awkward for [Y/N]. “Uh – well then –“ She stuck her hand out to him, “Thanks for the clothes and what not - and – I guess – this.” She said gesturing around.

The Joker looked at her hand then at her with his raised eyebrow again. “Oh, doll, if you think you’re getting away that easily, think again…” He growled.

“What?!” I asked, surprised, “But you just said –“

“I said, we should call this,” He copied her gesture to their surroundings, “quits, not this.” He now gestured between them. “You can’t get rid of me that easily, princess.”

[Y/N] was looking at him in bewilderment when a car suddenly pulled up beside them. “This is us, doll.” The Joker grinned from beneath the shadow of his disguise. [Y/N] looked over at the car with wide eyes, and then to the hand the Joker was offering her.  She didn’t move, her mind desperately flashing for any excuse but all it seem to keep coming up with was a cycle of ‘What?!’ and ‘No!’.

“You know, doll, if you don’t come willingly, there are other ways to make you get in the car….” He drawled. He didn’t reach for his gun this time, clearly not thinking he needed to, but [Y/N] remembered it well and that it was hidden in one of his coat pockets.

She didn’t take his hand – keeping her pride – and instead, marched past him to the car on her own. The same man who had driven them earlier this night suddenly appeared at her side, opening the door for her. She could see no other option and only faltered slightly before she slipped into the car. The Joker had strode to the other side and now slid in next to her.

As soon as he was out of sight in the car, the Joker took his hat off and threw it into the back of the car, then shuffled out of the long overcoat. Suddenly [Y/N] found herself face to face with the full Joker again – makeup and all. It was terrifying, and she immediately tensed at his bright green hair, alabaster skin and bright red lips. She had almost been getting use to the criminal that she had been hanging around with for the last few hours, now she felt a fresh wave of fear run over her.

The Joker didn’t seem to notice her sudden change in behaviour – or if he did – he probably put it down to nerves and her lack of cooperation previously.

[Y/N] wasn’t sure how the Joker had even managed to call the car – she had never seen him on a phone. She also wasn’t sure how the driver knew where to go, as the Joker had never given him any directions either. That didn’t seem to faze the driver who carried on through the night and – by the looks of the slow reduction in the number of lights outside her window - out of the town.

Was it going to be like one of those cheesy crime movies where the killer drives the body out of town to bury it? But [Y/N] wasn’t dead. Yet. And the Joker struck her as someone who would have someone bury his bodies for him.

All these ridiculous ideas and counteractions ricochet in [Y/N]’s head as she stared out the window, trying not to look at the Joker too much, or get too close to him. He suddenly felt like a completely different man to the guy she had spent her evening with.

Both of them were silent the entire drive – which seemed far too long and far too short at the same time – [Y/N] didn’t want to be in this car anymore, but she also didn’t want to stop and have to talk to the Joker again.

When the car did finally pull up, the Joker got out immediately, whilst [Y/N] hesitated once more, until the driver opened her door again and a white hand appeared in front of her face. She faltered only for a moment before she took it this time and was pulled out of the car.

They appeared to be out of the city now - on one of the hills that was a backdrop to Gotham and largely covered in wilderness. Why on Earth were they all the way out here?

The Joker had released her hand now, and had begun to walk up a gravelly track which curved out of sight. [Y/N] glanced back at the driver who was now returning to his seat, before she followed after the criminal. She soon realised the track she was walking up was in fact a driveway. It led up to a large, intimidating, but beautiful log cabin. Log cabin didn’t really seem to suffice for this building though as there wasn’t nothing small or primal about it – it looked like a wooden mansion.

“What is this?”  [Y/N] breathed, gazing up at the pristine logs that made up the walls, the wooden door, and windows complete with shutters. The Joker didn’t say anything – whether he was ignoring her or didn’t hear her, she wasn’t sure – instead he walked up the steps to the porch and opened the front door without the need for key.

[Y/N] paused for a moment, could she make a run for it? This had horror story written all over it. Quiet cabin in the middle of woods, no one else in sight. She could run, but she had no idea where she was or where to go. The Joker knew where she lived after all, so that was a no go. He always probably knew these woods far better than she did. And he had a gun. No, maybe she should run.

Instead, she followed him into the house, trying to remember the guy she had spent the evening with – the guy she had almost kind of liked that guy – and not the criminal striding in front of her.

When [Y/N] stepped through the front door that the Joker had left opened, she stepped into a large open plan living space. On her right was a set of large, cushiony sofas arranged around a huge stone fireplace which already had a roaring fire. Beyond that, the floor was raised and let to a table and chairs that sat in front of a wall of floor to ceiling windows that let in the night from outside. [Y/N] could just make out a stone archway next to this area that must lead to a kitchen.

“Wow.” [Y/N] breathed out, no more than a whisper, as she gazed around in awe. She was fighting the urge to run around and explore the amazing house, the large staircase on her left calling her to it. But instead, she turned her attention back towards the criminal who was walking across the room.

The Joker stopped in the centre of the room and turned to where [Y/N] still stood in the doorway.  “You can come in, doll.” He beckoned. [Y/N] shut the door behind her and stepped warily into the room.

“Is this your house then?” She asked cautiously, not able to make eye contact with the man.

“One of them.” He answered and [Y/N] nodded along with this like it was completely normal to have multiple houses and not just a dingy flat like she had.

“Just you?” She asked, intrigued.

He eyed her for a moment. “Most of the time.” She wasn’t sure what to make of that – did he mean he had his henchmen with him sometimes, or did he mean girls? And why did she care?

She was near the centre of the room where he was still waiting, but [Y/N] didn’t look at him – staring into the fire instead, as though the flames were far more interesting.

“You can’t look at me, can you, doll?” He asked, and his voice sounded like he was grinning.

“I can.” [Y/N] protested, though she didn’t take her eyes from the fire – it was easier when she wasn’t looking at him to remember that he was the same guy from earlier.

“Then do.” He growled, and his tone sent a chill of fear through [Y/N]. She turned towards him, her eyes level with his throat.

“See.” She muttered at his Adam’s apple.

His hand suddenly gripped her chin and lifted her gaze up so she was forced to meet his eyes. [Y/N] caught his gaze for a split second before she dropped her eyes down to anywhere but his eyes.

“Doll…” The Joker growled, and [Y/N] felt his fingers tighten on her chin. She reluctantly raised her eyes again, meeting his vibrant blue ones. “Better.” He grinned devilishly.

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at this and he cackled at her before he suddenly stopped, as though he’d seen something in her eyes.

“You’re scared of me, aren’t you, doll?” He asked, a twinkle in his eyes.

[Y/N] frowned at him. “Of course, I am! Anyone in their right mind would be! I know who you are!”

“Ah, ah, ah, doll.” He tutted, wagging a free finger at her, “I know when people are truly afraid of me – and you haven’t been for most of the evening…” he growled, “But now you are…”

[Y/N] felt herself swallow thickly. The Joker’s voice was low and gravely, but seemed to be almost seductive to her ears. She was tense in his grip, but his eyes still seemed to be turning her to liquid.

“Why am I here?” She suddenly asked.

The Joker seemed to ponder this for a moment. “Well… Doll… I don’t know about you…” He purred looking her piercingly in the eyes, “But I needed a drink after all that ‘Christmas Spirit’.” He said, with a slow grin. He then released her walked over to what she now realised was a fold-away bar behind the sofas.

“Ok…” [Y/N] said, nodding along with this, “But why back here?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

He turned to her again, “Come on kitten…” He purred, “Did you really want to sit in a heavily festively decorated bar with their cringey music?”

[Y/N] made a face at the idea and the Joker smirked. He handed her a tumbler of an amber alcohol and she took it despite her apprehensions. “Thanks.” She murmured sheepishly, keeping her eyes on the liquid in the glass rather than him as he poured himself one too.

She stood awkwardly in the middle of the room as he walked back towards her, and she twisted from side to side with nerves. He tossed down his drink in one gulp, throwing his head back, then placed the glass on a nearby coffee table. [Y/N] followed suit.

His eyes turned back on her then, where he could now clearly see how wound up she was. “Relax, doll…” He purred, his hands moving towards her. She had to stop herself flinching, but he simply unzipped the coat she still wore, pushing it off her shoulders and then throwing it over the back of the sofa next to them. “That’s better…” He growled, his eyes roaming her up and down and she could feel herself go stiff under his gaze.

His hand moved back towards her then, but this time he reached for her wrist, easily encircling it with his hand. He pulled at her and she had no choice but to follow him as he headed through the house with her in tow, her heart race increasing with each step.

They headed through the dining area to the large windows where he hit a switch on the wall, and the window frames began to fold up one on top of the other, sliding to the left and revealing a veranda in front of them.

He pulled [Y/N] through and took her towards the edge. Her nerves were on high alert now – what was he going to do?!

He pulled her to a stop so they face each other. The wind whipped around them, and she wondered why he’d taken her coat off. He grabbed for her other wrist to stop any attempt at moving away from him. [Y/N] struggled in his grip, beginning to panic.

He growled in annoyance as he wrestled her arms down, his grip like iron cuffs, forcing her to stop. “Kitten…” He snarled through clenched teeth. “Stop fighting me, or you’ll regret it.” [Y/N] believed him and she went limp in his hands, dropping her eyes to her feet in defeat. He was right – she was only going to make it even worse by annoying him.

The Joker made a noise in his throat, and she snapped her eyes back to his. “Better.” He praised, then he did something unexpected, releasing [Y/N] hands and stepping behind her, laying his hands gently, yet firmly, on her upper arms instead.

She felt the muscles under his touch tense. “Now, doll, clearly, you’re not used to the look of me -  but you are used to my voice – so let’s work with that.” He purred in her ear. [Y/N] swallowed against her fear, but he was right - his voice didn’t scare her anymore – if anything it was soothing – it was his appearance that sharply reminded her who he was.

The Joker’s hands began to track up her arm to her neck, lingering there as he leant down and breathed in her scent, making her shiver from more than just the cold. His hands then continued up to her face, over her cheeks until they finally slid over her eyes and remained there.

[Y/N] could feel herself stiffen again. The Joker steered her around, so she now must be facing out over the view from the terrace. “What are you doing?” She asked desperately, her voice shaking.

“Even you, princess, can’t deny there is a certain…beauty… to Christmas lights.” He purred in her ear. “Personally, I don’t like the crowds and noise that come with it…” He growled, and his breath tickled her skin, “So I have this, instead.” He then removed his hands from her eyes and she could suddenly see the view before her.

It was beautiful.

From this distance and height [Y/N] could see nearly the whole of the city of Gotham before her in a stunning panoramic - and all the lights that came with it against the black night.

She could feel her mouth hanging open slightly at the sight and she made no protest when the Joker’s hands dropped to her hips, and then shifted up, his arms encircling her waist and pulling her back against him.

Every fear she had about him seemed to vanish in that perfect moment – like smoke into the night. She was being silly. The Joker had done nothing all night to hurt her, showed no inclination to cause her any harm. In fact, everything he’d done had been surprisingly sweet.

“Maybe Christmas isn’t so bad after all.” [Y/N] murmured, tilting her head to look at the Joker behind her. He gave her a sinful grin and then lowered his head to hers, but it was her that closed the distance between their lips.