#fully turning into the grinch these holidays

[poebrey]

my sister and I are trying to figure out what to do about the m*use that’s living in our kitchen because we need to eat and our mom is decorating the Christmas tree like nothings going on happy holidays

[blondieeu]

comfort inn. aizawa s.

a/n; early christmas content?!

being in a long term relationship with aizawa shouta and eventually making him a holiday person even though he denies it.

"shouta, you're still the most talented gift wrapper I know," you teased as you peaked under the absurdly large and fully decorated christmas tree that had actually no business in your small apartment.

more specifically, you were peaking at the nicely wrapped and carefully lined up boxes placed under it. on the other side of the christmas tree, were your clearly not so neatly wrapped presents.

as you both laid on the couch, him on the L side of the couch with his arms lazily behind his head, your small tuxedo cat- terra took over the other half of the couch (literally just the arm of the couch) and you, not too far away from him but not touching as you both laid there in one another presence.

he wore a long sleeve black shirt and some pajama pants. his hair was in a nice low sleek bun you did for him while he brushed his teeth. he doesn't ask you to put his hair in a bun for him anymore, you just do it because you know he appreciates it.

shouta narrowed his eyes at you. "someone has to maintain elegance in this chaotic apartment." he mumbled, almost under his breath but he knew you could hear him. the lower half of his face was covered by a fluffy white throw blanket.

"maintaining elegance is crazy work, you know that right?" you chuckled out loud peeling your eyes from the impeccably wrapped presents to your boyfriend, laughing loudly when you made eye contact and he cracked a smirk that quickly went away. "besides, your elegance looks a lot like perfectionism to me shouta."

"same difference." he didn't even move from his position on the couch, arms still behind his head. aizawa had been wrapping gifts like that since your very first christmas together, he wrapped you one on your first date.

your large christmas tree shined brightly from the corner of your living room. many colorful decorations, lights, ornaments and a bunch of other shit could be seen on it. it was so big and extra and unnecessary, especially for your apartment - you loved it so much.

"..are you social distancing now?" you smiled at his subtle request for you to come closer, obliging him as you settled back into the warmth of your couch. you weren't really cuddling, just laying beside one another. you relished in the feeling of the heat radiating off your boyfriend.

eventually, your gaze swept across the small apartment you and shouta made into a home throughout the years of your relationship. currently, it turned into what looked like someones grandma's house over the holidays - specifically yours... and it may or may not have been because you stole a bunch of her stuff years ago and wont give it back.

sparkly christmas lights, and sneaky mistletoes placed above the more frequently used door frames. the smell of baking cookies filled all the unoccupied spaces in your home. 'ridiculous' color changing lights danced around on your ceiling too, something you personally insisted you have in the house this christmas.

"up to eight christmas' man. " you began, affection filling your voice. "i can't believe I ended up turning the king of emo into a christmas pro." you fell into a fit of laughter as you continued to poke fun at him, he kept his eyes glued to the television mounted on the wall. terra yawned and leaped off the couch before disappearing behind the kitchen island.

the pro-hero raised a bushy brow, ignoring the fact that she left. "emo..?" he seemed a little taken aback that someone would tell him that. "im a little quiet, I'll admit." "a little?-" you sat up on your elbow, turning towards him with raised eyebrows.

"I speak when necessary. there's nothing 'emo' about me."

"what about that drawing koda made of you?" you both thought back to a week prior; visiting the wild wild pussycats and finding a crumbled picture of shouta poorly drawn as the grinch, which was ironic because you were only visiting to ask what koda would want this christmas. a snicker was heard from your side of the couch, a side eye was also received directly after.

shouta turned his head at the mention of the piece of paper, trying to hide his faint smile. "koda's artistic skills are.. a little questionable." you laughed again. "and I'm not a 'christmas pro.' I just enjoy.. some aspects of the holiday." "yeah, like what?" you threw a leg over his as you cuddled into him to steal his blanket.

"don't let me find out you really do like our sparkling rainbow ceiling lights shouta!" your long-term boyfriend instinctively put an arm around your shoulder as you laid your head on his chest, then fixing the blanket on top of the both of you. "I tolerate them."

"you're my closet christmas king" he looked down at you with an unexpected chuckle, his breath tickled the bridge of your nose. "don't tell anyone that." you happily held up your pinky, he obliged and curled his with yours as you sealed it with a kiss. "secrets safe with me baby"

blondieeu xx

[deanbrainrotwritings]

—  CHRISTMAS LOVE

SUMMARY : dean ate something he shouldn’t have eaten, but in the meantime, there’s something to ease the ache until it can be fixed. not that it’s a problem… per se..

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), handjob, cum eating, cum kissing, p in v, aphrodisiac chocolate cookies 

WORD COUNT : 2.3k

A/N : jimin song title. @spnkinkevents : #12daysofspnkinkmas2023 — aphrodisiac. yup, I thought I hated Christmas, but actually it’s not so bad if it's centred around Dean. ✨mental illness✨ XXX

Everything was fine for the last forty minutes or so. 

Dean helped his girlfriend set up the television in their bedroom—his bedroom that he partially convinced her to stay in permanently—put the snacks together, while stealing some chocolate-peppermint thumbprint cookies Charlie brought over earlier today, as his girlfriend stayed in his room to choose a Christmas movie.

He knew it would be about the Grinch. She was pretty Grinch-y sometimes around Christmas, but just like the Grinch, Dean got her to change her mind about Christmas being the most awful holiday. 

But Christmas definitely couldn’t beat Halloween—it’s their number one, favourite holiday. 

But… back to the main point, Dean couldn’t relax. He tried everything, imagined his go-to turn offs when he’s unbearably horny: Sam in lingerie, Cas in lingerie, hell—even Charlie in lingerie. He’d cringed at the thought of them, completely disgusted as his mind made it like a film without his permission, but their faces and bodies ended up transforming into the woman currently laying in his arms.

Nothing worked, not reliving being in Hell, not the memory of having the Mark—nothing made his dick soft. Mostly because after every single bad day, he went to her. 

It was her he buried himself into, her lips that kissed away tears, her caresses that healed up his wounds… you see? His mind is going straight to it like there’s no other path to take. He usually doesn’t mind, and neither does she, but this is supposed to be a wholesome moment. Just her and him watching a movie together, that’s all that he wanted to do for her today. 

Unfortunately, his dick had other ideas.

She’s not even fully clothed, which makes it even worse for him. She’s wearing nothing beneath the blue flannel she borrowed from him—no underwear, no bra, just some fluffy Christmas socks on her feet. Just the thought of it made his cock twitch. He bit his lip to hold back a moan. 

It wasn’t her fault she was practically naked. Sometimes he was way too hot and she’d end up uncomfortably sweaty in the middle of the night. Her solution: wear nothing but Dean’s shirt. It was great, Dean could smother her and be wrapped around her without her trying to get away, but right now, it ain’t that great. 

Right now, Dean knows that with one move from either one of them and she’d know what was up: yup, his dick.

Still, he was squirming too much for it to go unnoticed. And he shoved food into his mouth to pretend the chips, and the brownies, and everything else he ate were making him moan. Unlike her, he was wearing his t-shirt, some boxers, and socks to combat the cold of his concrete room. But now, he was flushed, and hot, and completely uncomfortable. 

“Dean,�� she scolded, turning aggressively onto her back to gaze up at him. “What’s up? You can’t sit still—which is normal, but not this much…” she trailed off, immediately identifying the blush on his cheeks and the glaze of lust in his green eyes. “Woah, what’s that for?” She teased, poking his cheek. 

He grabbed her hand quickly before she could pull it away and kissed her palm. “Nothin’,” he brushed off, but his heart was pounding hard in his chest, and his hand tightened around her wrist as his mind told him over and over: dammit, just touch her. 

“Doesn’t seem like nothing,” she said playfully, biting her lip. Subtly, she moved her hand away from her stomach and brushed her hand up his crotch experimentally. Dean groaned softly, eyes fluttering shut. “Ah, a boner,” she said casually, then squeezed his cock over his boxers.

“You do know we’re watching the Grinch and not a porno right?” She continued to taunt with a grin on her face. He whined softly, opening his eyes to glare down at her. She batted her lashes at him innocently, but he knew she meant well. 

“You think I don’t know that?” He asked breathily. His eyes softened when she sneaked her hand inside the stretchy waistband of his briefs and brushed her fingertips along the length of his cock. “God… I… please,” he moaned, leaning over her to bury his face in her neck. 

“I’ve got you,” she told him quietly, pulling her hand out to hook her fingers over the waistband of his boxers and lower them down his thighs. He cursed softly, and allowed her to push his chest so he could lie down on his back. She straddled his thighs and smiled down at him hotly, lifting her hand up to her mouth to leave her palm slick in saliva before wrapping it around him. 

“Fuck, yes,” he whispered, clutching her thighs. 

Warm and heavy in her hand, she squeezed his shaft gently and held eye contact with him as she stroked up and down. He smoothed his hands up her thighs, grasping her hips beneath his warm flannel. He attempted to bring her forward, and she did move forward, and slid her hand up beneath his shirt to lift it.

“Come like this, yeah?” She asked, starting to twist her hand up and down his cock. He whined, a cute pout drawing his lips downwards.

“Is this… are you not turned on?” Dean questioned breathily, slightly surprised by her proposition. He didn’t try to convince her otherwise and kept his hands still on her hips. 

“I am…” she smiled, then dropped her gaze down to his cock, watching the swift slide upwards and downwards of her hand over his excitement, “but I wanna finish the movie.” He bit his lip, his eyes flickering down to her hand moving quick and steady, his precum aiding each stroke. “Then… we can have fun.” 

He hummed thoughtfully, “I’m sorry…” He’d like to apologise to her fully for ruining the night, but he gave into the pleasure of her soft hand wrapped around his cock, letting the heat of his arousal and the spark of his orgasm take over his body.

“No, I’m good with this,” she smiled sweetly, ignoring the throb of her clit and flood of arousal between her legs.

She worshipped him quietly, focused on touching his freckled skin with his shirt shoved up his chest. As he throws his head back, blushing red, vocalising the pleasure that’s painted across his stunning face. 

She faintly remembers what Dean looked like when he was younger. He’s much older now, still so beautiful—always. His face is not smooth, stubble covers his jaw, wrinkles enhance the beauty of his eyes, and always those goddamn lashes of his, curled upwards naturally. 

He’s covered from head to toe in freckles, cute freckles, some light, others dark. Sometimes they make patterns, triangles, a trail that fades, some of them overlap. He thinks it makes him look dirty, dusty, but he’s always had a heart-stopping beauty that no one could match. Effortless beauty no one could achieve. 

He’s much softer than before, but the faint cut of his abs remained. There were scars, too, ones Cas didn’t heal because Dean didn’t ask, but Cas comes through sometimes and does a full sweep. Eventually, she finds new scars, new scratches, new marks. Then, they disappear and she memorises him all over again. 

“Touch yourself,” Dean requested breathlessly, squirming and digging his blunt nails into the flesh of her hips. Lashes fluttered against his cheekbones as he opened his eyes. 

“Touch myself?” She repeated with a gentle laugh, lifting her hand up to his face. He instantly leaned into her touch and slid one of his hands to the small of her back to bring her closer. “Baby, I only wanna touch you,” she whispered enticingly, cupping his jaw to brush her thumb across his lip. 

Up and down, she continued to give him pleasure, knowing he was close as he throbbed in her hand, as his muscles twitched with every passing second. His breath hitched and she squeezed him, moving her hand faster, then lowered her hand away from his face to use both hands on his cock. 

Hands wet with his precum, she made a ring with her finger to massage the frenulum and spread the sticky arousal dribbling out of the slit of his cockhead with her thumb. 

She licked her lips at the sight and smirked, “come for me, Dean.” It was hot that she had this much control over him. His body hardened and he called out her name as he spilled hot release over her hand and his stomach. 

Curses spilled from his mouth and he seized her mischievous hands when she refused to stop. “You’re still hard,” she murmured, stunned, but he was too pleased with the release to pay attention to her words. 

“You’re mean,” Dean complained breathily, eyes opening lazily.

“It’s a gift you’ll open later tonight,” she promised in a joking manner, taking her hands out from his loving grasp. “You’re still hard, by the way,” she repeated curiously, gripping his still erect cock at the base. 

“Fuck… what?” He asked, bewildered, watching her move back and lean down to lick his cum off his stomach. He whimpered quietly, his cock red and pretty in her hand still, one hundred percent still aroused. 

The fact that she was licking his cum off his tummy didn’t help at all. The warm, wet muscle flicked smoothly across his soft skin, gathering his tangy, creamy cum. Occasionally, her teeth would graze his skin, setting his nerves alight, and she’d suck until marks painted his body. Then, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked it clean with a pleased moan. 

He grunted and threw his head back into the pillow again. He blindly made contact with her hair, buried his fingers carefully into her silky locks and tugged her upwards. She went to him without resistance and kissed him as he waited for her slick lips.

The kiss was wet and erotic. He could taste his cum, felt some of it against her tongue, unswallowed. He took it with a moan of pleasure, licking across her tongue in gratitude. He moved her hair out of the way subconsciously, pressing her closer to him, impossibly close. 

He got a hold of her hip again and smoothed his hand up the curve of her back, lifting the flannel. She hummed inquisitively, pulling away momentarily before locking lips with Dean again to run her tongue along the roof of his mouth then to taste the unique peppermint on his tongue that was definitely not from any teeth-brushing. 

She pulled away and blinked down at him, silently intrigued as he caught his breath. “Am I cursed?” He wondered out loud, bringing her hips down onto his cock needily. They moaned in unison. “Oh, fuck… did we piss a witch off?” He whined, grinding his hips up into her wet folds. “Rowena,” he growled, wondering if he’d done something to piss off the Scottish red-head or if she'd done just to fuck with him. 

“Hey, slow down…” she gasped, unbuttoning Dean’s flannel from her body at last. “Did you eat those cookies Charlie brought?” She inquired, slowing down the roll of her hips. 

“Uh… yeah,” he replied, his tone puzzled. He opened his eyes, peeking up at the now-open flannel exposing her naked body to his dirty gaze. 

“Dean, oh my God,” she giggled, halting the movement of her hips. He frowned. “How many?” 

“I dunno, four.” He shrugged. Trying to regain her focus, he took his cock in his hand and found her clit with the soft head by pushing it up and down through her folds. She moaned softly, thighs shaking.  

“Yeah, this is not going away anytime soon,” she said quietly, squirming when he held her hip and nudged her forward. 

“What do you mean?” He asked, his brows furrowing in bemusement. “What do cookies have to do wi-”

“They’re aphrodisiacs,” she interrupted him, shrugging his flannel off her shoulders before throwing it beside him. He gazed up at her, adorably dumbfounded. “Well, at least the chocolate is.” 

“What?! Why would she-? Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, sitting up higher on the bed, carding his fingers through his honey hair, making it messy and sexy. 

“I… forgot. I was hanging out with Charlie and Stevie… I’m sorry,” she gave him an apologetic smile, but amusement glimmered in her eyes, which made him smile, too. 

“No.. babe, it’s okay, I’m just really horny…” he trailed off, then took her arms and tugged her towards him with a big smile on his face. 

“We can call Cas,” she offered with a laugh, giving him a sweet kiss when he brought her closer and nuzzled his nose against hers. 

“Why don’t we test this out, first?” He asked, sneaking his hand between her legs to circle his fingertips over her entrance. Her arousal drenched his fingers and he hummed, pleased with the copious slickness that coated her pussy. 

“Huh?” She murmured, preoccupied with his adept fingers as they found her clit and began drawing slow circles. She nibbled gently on his jaw and kissed her way down his neck. 

“Why else would Charlie make them?” Dean inquired, bending one knee to gently nudge her behind and silently guide her over to his cock. She pulled away from his throat to consider his question as he lined his cock up with her entrance.

“Well, she did say-” She started thoughtfully, sinking down on his cock. 

“Exactly,” Dean cut her off, enjoying the stretch of her walls around his cock. Dean gazed up at her lustfully, slid his hands up her thighs, and flattened one hand up her stomach. “Lean back, bend your knees,” he instructed, then bit his lip. 

She raised a brow at him, but did as he asked. She bent her knees and he hooked his arms beneath, wrapping them around to grip the top of her knees, spreading her legs open for a clear view of his cock inside her.

“Sorry about the movie,” he chuckled, lifting his hips upwards.

“I guess it’s fair,” she smiled at him, leaning back with her arms behind her, between his legs, “since I forgot to tell you about the cookies.”

“I wouldn’t say it’s somethin’ to be sorry for.” 

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[georgie-weasley]

Grinch Young R.L. x GN!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of depression, mentions of poverty, and just disliking Christmas

Word Count: 2.8k

Pairing: Young!Remus Lupin x Gender Neutral Gryffindor!Reader

Summary: Christmas was quickly approaching and everyone was excited but you. As the residential Grinch you were not looking forward to the holiday but turns out Remus Lupin is a Grinch as well.

A/N: Hello all! This is my first fic back after a break and I'm really glad to be back. Thank you to everyone who is still reading my stories and I love you all. Also this was inspired by my disliking of Christmas so I projected on the reader and Remus a smidge.

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Christmas had exploded around Hogwarts. Pine trees were set up in just about every corner in every single room in the castle. Trees were taller than most of the students and covered in brightly colored baubles and tinsel and magic balls of light that changed color every minute. Garlands and wreaths covered the stone walls and the smell of gingerbread followed the students everywhere they went. The suits of armor broke out into Christmas songs and danced anytime someone passed by. The Great Hall was by far the most decorated part of Hogwarts with festive table runners, stockings hung on the fireplace, large real snowflakes on every surface enchanted to never melt, and the magical ceiling was snowing. It was horrible.

You had never been one to get into the Christmas spirit. The songs were annoying and wormed their way into your brain and never left. The decorations were everywhere and followed you around, literally while at Hogwarts. People were just insanely obsessed with Christmas and overly happy. They were happy to the point of it being creepy and fake and weird.

Possibly the worst was just how excited all of your friends seemed to be. James Potter, sunshine incarnate and your best friend, loved Christmas. He loved everything you hated about it. In fact, James had been talking about Christmas since the beginning of November and he never let you escape it.

“Happy 10th day of Christmas Y/N!” James’s bright and cheerful smile popped up between you and your book. The sudden appearance of his face made you jump, smacking him a little with your book.

“James! You absolute asshole! I’m trying to read.” You huffed and shoved him away as you tried to turn back to your book. The common room was quiet and the perfect place to read until now.

James only rolled his eyes and wedged himself into the miniscule space between you and the arm of the couch. “You know there is an entire couch open? Actually the whole common room is open but you had to sit practically on my lap?”

“Well yeah,” James chuckled as he tore the book out of your grasp and fully moved himself onto your lap. “I have to tell you what I want for Christmas! This year I want Lily Evans to date me.”

“Fat chance buddy. You’ve been wishing for that since you were 13. Give it a rest.” With one hard push, James fell off of your lap and onto the rug with a loud thud. “Besides, don’t you know you don’t get your Christmas wish if you tell it to the Grinch.”

James just looked at you with a wild smirk. “Then I suppose I’ll have to sing a song to reverse the curse!” He then burst into song, singing the Twelve Days of Christmas at the top of his lungs. You clamped your hands over your ears but nothing managed to block out the horrible sounds coming from James until the portrait opened and a figure sped by and body slammed James.

Sirius pulled James into a headlock while Peter quickly sprinted over and sat on James’s chest. “Please Prongs, we’ve talked about this. You can’t sing. Don’t ever try to do it again.” While James struggled to break free from Sirius and Peter, the fourth marauder sat in the open space next to you, his eyes already on his book.

You knew Sirius, Peter, and Remus but not like you knew James. Yes they were friends with your best friend but you never spoke to them unless it was for class or James made you. There was nothing wrong with the three of them. Actually, quite the opposite. You loved them and loved hearing stories about them but you never ran in the same circles. In fact, you didn’t see James as much as you used to either. You had grown up next door to him and as kids you two were always together. It’s not that you two aren’t friends anymore because clearly you are, you just don’t see him around as much.

James found Sirius, Remus, and Peter and never left them. You found your own friends and spent more time on your studies than James ever could. Sirius was fine and you waved to him in the halls. Peter would wave if he was with James or Sirius but not on his own. Remus never really acknowledged you. However, that never stopped you from looking at him. Since James had become friends with Remus Lupin, you were drawn to him. He was quiet just about all of the time but that didn’t mean he wasn’t sassy. You heard the way he would call out James and it was cutthroat. He was tall and handsome and rather mysterious in a way. Not to mention he was smart and was always seen with a book.

“Hey Grinch!” James's voice came from somewhere on the floor.

“What?” You and Remus both said. At the same time, you looked away from Remus as he looked away from his book to find James. Hearing Remus, you then looked at him while he looked at you.

For only a second, no one moved or spoke until James broke the silence. “Right, sorry. Forgot there’s two of ya. Moony?” Remus slowly tore his gaze away from yours to look at his friend who had continued speaking but you could hear none of it.

That was an interesting development. You had assumed James was talking to you since not only does he know about your distaste for Christmas but you called yourself Grinch not very long ago. But Remus also responded so Remus must also not be the biggest fan of Christmas. Otherwise, there would have been no reason for James to call him that or for him to respond.

The night slowly grew darker and while more and more students arrived in the common room, Remus never left the spot next to you. James, Sirius, and Peter eventually left to find some poor soul to bother but Remus remained, his nose still in his book. Honestly, it was making you a little nervous at this point. The man has hardly ever spoken to you since you were introduced back in third year. It's been three years since then and it wasn’t like you were much closer than before.

“You don’t like Christmas?” Remus mumbled, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. He sounded almost disinterested.

“Yeah, I think it’s quite dumb to be honest.” You expected him to respond, like people usually do when having a conversation but he didn’t. He just hummed a little and went back to his book. “You don’t like it either?” If he wasn’t going to continue then maybe you would just have to make him. It brought almost a sense of hope thinking about the fact that maybe someone else wasn’t enjoying the season. You didn’t want someone to wallow around with but to have someone that wasn’t going to complain about your less than thrilled outlook would be really nice.

“I don’t. Never have.” Remus didn’t even bother taking his eyes off of his book as he answered. It could have been just your imagination but you thought you could just hardly see him smile. He suddenly closed his book and stood, his arm brushing yours in the process. Remus made it to the base of the stairs before he turned back around to look at you. “Hey Grinch.” As soon as you turned and he could see your face, he smiled. “See you later.”

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At the Gryffindor table later that week, you had once again been minding your own business when James interrupted you. He sat across from you and smirked, reaching over to poke your arm. “Happy 14th day of Christmas, Grinch Number Two.”

“How come I’m the second?” You said with a roll of your eyes before you continued eating your breakfast.

“Because Remus is number one.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well, I disagree. I knew you first.”

James hummed and shrugged. “I’ll take that into consideration. Did you talk to him after we all left?”

“Did you set that up James?” You asked with narrow eyes.

“No, I just simply called him the nickname I always give him this time of year which just so happens to be the same as yours and I assumed he would mention something about it to you after. Did he?” He leaned forward, eagerly awaiting your answer.

“Yes.” James let out a cheer at your answer, getting him some weird looks from the whole room since he was so loud. Before you could chastise him for being so loud and obnoxious, Remus sat next to you. Which was very odd since before last night, he’s never sat next to you.

Immediately, James got up and moved further down the table to bother Lily. “Are you going home for Christmas?” Remus asked as soon as James was out of earshot. “The final day to sign up to stay here is Saturday.”

“Will you be staying?” You asked.

Remus nodded. “I stay every year.” He opened his mouth and closed it a few times before he evidently decided he didn’t want to say anything and kept it shut.

You could have gone home and while it would have been nice to be with family, you never actually stayed at the castle for Christmas. Now might be a good chance to do it. “I think I’ll stay. I go home every year; my family can survive without me for one year.”

He smiled and started adding food to his plate. “I’m glad you’ll be staying.” You were too busy trying to hide the blush on your cheeks to notice the blush on his.

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As the holiday neared closer and closer, everyone got happier and happier. Well, everyone but you and Remus. While James and Sirius, who were also staying at Hogwarts, were planning a Christmas party and singing songs, you and Remus bonded over the opposite.

His least favorite song was We Wish You a Merry Christmas, he thought Santa was beyond creepy, and he found the smell of pine to be overpowering. You sat together at meals and laughed at people who were wearing festive outfits. He made you smile as he made faces behind peoples’ backs as they gushed over holiday traditions. On more than one occasion, he shoved James into a pile of snow when he was being too cheery. Remus Lupin was bringing you a lot of joy this season and you were not the only one to notice it.

James made it a point to tell you that this was the happiest he had ever seen both of you around this time of year. In fact, it almost looked like you were enjoying Christmas. You had scoffed at that and then proceeded to shove him into some snow but he did have a point. Remus was making you really happy and it's hard to be a grinch when you’re happy.

But it was nice being happy around the holiday and it was even nicer that Remus was the one making you so happy. You always found him attractive and you knew he was smart and funny but now you got to know just how sweet he was. Yes, he was poking fun at other people but he was doing it purely for your entertainment. He admitted one night after you two had made fun of a particularly ugly Christmas sweater that he never does this; he just liked hearing you laugh. Which made your insides turn into jelly and you couldn’t stop smiling. You also learned that he liked the same books as you and he was so passionate about reading.

He was extremely loyal to his friends and would do anything for them. He wasn’t great at expressing his feelings but he tried his best to let the people close to him know they were loved. He was brutally honest especially when it came to James and Sirius; he was always telling them how stupid they looked or when they were acting like idiots. You felt like a cliche Christmas romance movie but you were falling in love.

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It was Christmas Eve and James had insisted all seven of the Gryffindors who had stayed needed to sleep in the common room. It was a tradition you two used to have as kids. The night before Christmas you two would sleep on the floor in the living room in front of the tree; you kept up with that tradition until you went to Hogwarts.

Of course before that, there was a party. It was nothing insane like the parties Sirius and James threw after winning a Quidditch game but it was still a party. There were snacks, drinks, games, and Christmas music, much to yours and Remus’s disappointment. You mingled for a while, which is more than Remus could say. He sat on one of the loveseats and only moved to grab more snacks. James tried to get him to play pin the nose on Rudolph but it was easy to guess how that went. While you also didn’t join in on the festive games, you stayed to watch. Sirius managed to get the nose perfectly on Rudolph which made James accuse him of cheating to which Sirius tackled him for ‘insulting his honor’. He confessed to cheating ten minutes later.

Many more games went on like that and after the fifth one, you found Remus still on the loveseat. As you approached, he moved so there would be more space for you. You sat in silence for a while before he spoke up. “Why do you hate Christmas, really?”

You had told him once you didn’t like the music and yes that’s true but it's not the only reason. “I guess I just don’t like how happy people pretend to be. There’s real genuine happiness like James but so many people aren’t happy. Life is horrible and nothing is going right but as soon as it's December, they pretend. It's ok to be unhappy during the holidays; you don’t have to pretend life is perfect just because it's Christmas.” You looked at Remus only to find him watching you. “Can I ask why you don’t like Christmas?”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I never really had a good Christmas. My mom really struggled to be happy around this time of year, especially after…”

“After you became a werewolf?” His eyes grew wide and he started to shake. “No one told me,” you whispered and put a hand on his arm to calm him. “You just were always missing on the full moon and sometimes the day after. I figured it out. I don’t think of you differently.”

Remus took a minute to process the fact that you knew his deepest secret before he continued his story. “Yes, after I was bitten my mother was horribly depressed around Christmas. I think it made her remember everything and she couldn’t be happy. It also was harder for my parents to get money after since no one really wanted to be around us. I saw my parents struggle all month to save money to get me a gift. My mother especially would go without dinner just to waste money on some stupid toy. After seeing that, well it makes it hard to like Christmas.”

Your hand found his and you intertwined your fingers with his. “I’m sorry Remus.”

He shrugged a little and watched your hand as his thumb stroked yours. “It isn’t your fault. Actually, you’ve made this the best Christmas I’ve ever had.” He smiled and looked up at you, his cheeks a dusty rose.

“You’ve made this my best Christmas as well.” It was then something bumped your head, causing you to look up. Behind the loveseat was James who had tied some mistletoe to a stick and was holding it over your head. Remus followed your gaze and sighed, rolling his eyes. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Do you want to?” Remus whispered. You knew James could hear every word you were saying despite him pretending not to listen but you didn’t really care.

“Yes.” You hardly finished the word before Remus leaned down and brought his lips to yours. Immediately your arms wrapped around his neck and brought him closer if it was even possible. His hands found your waist, lips moving against yours in perfect sync. Unfortunately, the kiss had to end so you could breathe.

Remus nudged your nose with his. “Now it’s the best Christmas ever.”

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Crochet Sweater

Summary: You started a new hobby and your first project doesn't come out the way you hoped.

Warnings: A few lines of suggestive dialogue.

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“It’s finished!” You exude excitement as you skip up to Eddie carrying a black bag stuffed with orange tissue paper that crinkles every time you swing it back and forth in your hands.

“Took you long enough,” Eddie teases, grimacing when you slap his chest playfully. “Ouch, lady! You wound me.” 

You roll your eyes at his dramatics because you clearly didn’t. Shoving the bag into his arms you wait with bated breath as he pushes aside some of the tissue paper to peer inside. His eyebrows meet in the middle of his forehead, lips turning down into a frown and your stomach twists and turns like a pretzel. 

“It’s a Christmas sweater?” he asks with confusion. “Little early for Christmas presents isn’t it? Only October last I checked.” 

“What? No,” you say. “It’s the sweater that Freddy Cougar wears from that movie you won’t stop talking about.” 

“Cougar? You mean Kreuger?” 

You shrug your shoulders and scrunch your face up. Cougar, Kreuger it’s all the same to you. It’s a horror movie villain and you refuse to watch horror movies because you get scared easily and despite Eddie’s promises that he won’t let anything happen to you you still refuse to go to the movies and see it with him. 

“Huh,” Eddie says, pulling the crochet sweater fully out of the bag. The tissue paper crinkles again and he carelessly tosses the bag to the floor, his confusion only growing when he sees it fully. 

All he had told you were the colors were red and green so naturally you had chosen colors that were bright and cheery. A bold green, almost neon like something the Grinch’s fur would be covered in. A red that was cherry colored, the color of ribbons and bows strung up on porches during the holiday season. 

Holding it up to his body he doesn’t even try to hold back his laughter that bursts out loud and hard until his shoulders are shaking and he can barely breath. One sleeve is far longer than the other, covering his rings that rest on his fingers, the other only about a quarter long. It’s wide, but short and as you stare at it and then him you’re mortified. 

“Oh…” 

It’s the ugliest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. In your defense it was your first attempt at a new hobby, but still…

“You don’t have to wear that,” you blurt, reaching out for it to take it back and shove it in the bottom of a dumpster in a part of town that no one goes to, but Eddie is quicker than you, pulling it out of your reach as he slips it over his head. 

Dear god it’s even uglier on him and he’s a man that could pull anything off. 

Your face hurts from how hot it’s burning, but Eddie seems to be having the time of his life. Using the arm that has the longer sleeve he flops his hand about in the air and grins like a mad man. There’s a sliver of midriff showing where you didn’t get the measurements quite right and when he turns around and spins like a ballerina you can see some of the yarn you used already unraveling near the back and the bottom.

“Eddie. If you care about me at all you’re going to take that thing off and burn it in the backyard.”

“Naw. Gonna wear this on our next date. Make everybody in this town jealous. Hey, you ever thought of making one for yourself? We could wear matching sweaters on date night.” He wiggles his eyebrows like he’s come up with the best idea in the world.

This time when you slap his chest you make sure to add a little more force so it hurts. 

“Gonna sleep in this. Gonna wear it till it falls off. Gonna make sweet, sweet love to you in this,” he says, eyebrows dancing higher and that’s the final straw. 

“Oh my god,” you mutter, face burning hotter because only Eddie would think of saying something like that. “I swear to god if you plan on wearing that while we’re making out the only person you’re gonna be making love to is yourself.” You say putting air quotes around the last few words. 

His boisterous laughter is the last thing you hear before he’s enveloping you in his arms and the ugly sweater, mouth covering yours as he kisses you. “I really do like it,” he murmurs against your lips. 

You want to call him a liar because how could anyone love something that ugly? But before you can get a word in edgewise he’s kissing you again making you lose your train of thought.

[multific]

König Christmas Headcanons

König x Fem!Reader

For Christmas, he would plan something special

He didn't hate nor did he love Christmas it was something that was another holiday

But it doesn't mean he wouldn't go all out

He would love the snow

He would rent out a house in Austria for the two of you

The house would be in the mountains where you would be surrounded by snow and nature

No neighbours

He would make sure beforehand that the house is fully decorated

You expect a nice romantic holiday with your boyfriend

And that is exactly what you would get

A huge beautifully decorated tree in the middle

A huge fireplace, already lit

You could only imagine the possibilities

Every morning, he would wake up early and make breakfast

You two would go on walks in the woods

He was good at finding his way back to the house

The places he takes you, breathtaking

You take so many pictures

Too many in fact

But who could blame you

This is your first Christmas with König and you plan on enjoying every second

One day, he drove you to a nearby city

He said they had a huge Christmas fair and you wanted to see

You wanted to see the huge tree, the shops and try the food

You had the most fun

Matching sweaters is a must

Finding a size that fits him is extremely difficult

It was nice to see him in normal clothes

He of course looked incredibly sexy

Even in his ugly Christmas sweaters

König loves to eat

And to cook

So, he would prepare an entire meal for Christmas Eve

And he would cook it all himself

You'd of course help with the minor stuff

Flirting with each other the entire time

Christmas songs playing in the background as he kisses you

He would have mistletoe in his back pocket

Would pull it out at every moment he sees fit

There are a lot of moments like that

"Kiss." he demanded for the thousandth time that day.

"Yeah." you'd reply with a smile and lean over to give him a kiss.

Of course, he prepared presents

Anything you needed and loved

He would buy them for you

Of course, you also bought him gifts

One was a new Lego set you saw him liking

"LEGO?! I love LEGO! Liebling! You are the best!"

The Lego set was the winner

Not even the skimpy lingerie set you got for later in the evening impressed him as much

Although he did end up enjoying it later on

Christmas morning, you two just sat on the couch, the lights on the tree turned on as you two watched many many Christmas movies

You were surprised to hear König has never seen Home Alone

So, you held a marathon

"How could his parents forget him?"

"How could his father afford that kind of vacation for that many kids?"

"So they want to rob them? Why not call the police instead of these traps?"

And many many more questions

Later that day, you stood out on the balcony

It was cold but the fresh air was worth it

"Babe-" he started but you shushed him as you motioned for him to be quiet and go over to you

He did

And this is when he saw the deer

A family of deer just walking past the house

"Do you think I should put food out for them? They must be hungry. They eat vegetables right? We have a lot of carrots and such."

This is why he loved you so much. Just how selfless you were

You ended up leaving a nice big pile of food out near where you saw the deer

And you were fine if other animals took from the pile

You were inside, drinking your hot chocolate while The Grinch played on the TV

"Merry Christmas König, I love you." you said as you placed your head on his shoulder.

"Frohe Weihnachten." he replied as a smile appeared on his face

This truly is the most wonderful time of the year

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[wordsbyrian]

Grinch - Trinity Rodman x Reader

Summary: You wouldn't say you're the Grinch but your friends would. Luckily for your girlfriend, you'd do anything to see her smile, even if you complain a bit along the way.

A/N: Requested by a Anon. For the rest of month, holiday fics on Sundays and normal fics on Wednesdays or Thursdays.

Despite what science may say, you are a firm believer that all people are not meant for all weather.

Using yourself as an example, you know that being from Florida means that you are not built to survive in temperatures below 55 degrees Fahrenheit at the lowest.

You also firmly believe that there is nothing worth celebrating in December that can’t or shouldn’t be scheduled for a warmer month like June, Christmas included.

Obviously, this is not something that a lot of people agree with and every time you tell people that you hold this opinion, they call you the Grinch.

People also always ask what happened to you that made you hold these grinch-like beliefs and the answer is nothing, honestly. 

Even when you were a child, the holiday never made sense to you and you couldn’t figure out why your classmates believed in a creepy old man who came down the chimney to deliver presents. Half of their houses didn’t even have chimneys.

And this year, with your parent’s going on an empty-nesters cruise and all of your brothers with their significant others, you were fully prepared to spend the holiday alone.

At least, that was your plan until your girlfriend told you that she wouldn’t let you wallow on your own this year.

This fully explains how you ended up walking around DC in the middle of the night checking out displays of Christmas lights.

“Trin, it’s too cold for this, babe,” you complain for what must be the hundredth time since you left your apartment to pick her up.

Trinity, with her seemingly endless patience, just looks at you before pulling your linked hands into the pocket of her coat and continuing to walk toward her destination.

You’re certain that you look like a complete idiot, being practically dragged around the tourist areas of DC in your thick coat and hat with a pout firmly situated on your face. But you also don’t care, it’s too cold.

Eventually, the two of you come to stop in front of the Capitol Hill Christmas tree.

“Are you going to keep pouting or are you going to smile so we can take these pictures,” she asks, turning to face you.

“What do I get if I smile for you?”

“I’ll buy you a fancy hot chocolate and the mix from the stand we passed on our walk here.”

“I also want a kiss,” you respond.

Trinity rolls her eyes at you but agrees to your additional term of the deal.

So the two of you stand there taking selfies in front of the tree until a stranger offers to take a couple for you.

Pictures successfully taken, the two of you head back home, armed with your hot chocolate of course.

During the ride back, you notice Trin fiddling with her phone but you aren’t worried about it, figuring that she’s texting Ashley and Andi about how she managed to get you to leave your apartment.

It isn’t until you open the door to your apartment that you realize that isn’t the case.

“Trinity, why does it look like a reindeer puked all over my apartment,” you ask, shutting the door behind you and observing the concerning amount of decorations that definitely weren’t there when you left.

To her credit, your girlfriend doesn’t look guilty in the slightest.

“I don’t know, baby. Does Sanchez still have your spare key?”

You glare at her a little before deciding to give up and going to put both of your coats in the closet.

Walking into your bedroom to change, you notice what has to be the ugliest onesie you’ve seen in your entire life.

“Trinity,” you call out, “What the actual fuck is this?”

“Just put it on,” she yells back from the hallway bathroom.

Frowning, you change into the offending garment and walk out to meet her in the living room, where you see that she has already cued up a Christmas movie on Netflix.

“You’re really lucky I like you, Rodman,” you say approaching her.

“Just like,” she asks, placing her hand on your chin and tilting your head up slightly.

“Ugh, fine, I love you.”

“I love you too,” she responds softly, kissing you lightly, “Now cuddle me while we watch this movie.”

“What movie is it,” you ask, stretching out on the couch before opening your arms for her.

Before she answers, Trinity climbs into your arms, back against your chest so you don’t see her face when she says, “How the Grinch Stole Christmas.”

“You’re not funny.”

“But I am,” she says, pressing play.

In what is probably one of the least surprising events of the night, you find yourself completely ignoring the movie in favor of focusing on the feeling of being able to hold Trinity.

It’s even less surprising that you find yourself falling asleep, not at all interested in watching Jim Carrey dressed as a weird green creature, and less interested still in watching Christine Baranski be in love with the creature.

Unfortunately, your impromptu nap means that you missed your phone going off with the notification that Trin tagging you in an Instagram post with the photos you took.

You didn’t see it when she woke you up and led you by the hand to bed.

Honestly, you don’t see it until lunch the next day when you get a call from Sanchez.

“Y/N/N did you like the surprise I left in your apartment,” she asks, not even bothering to say hello.

“No,” you say bluntly, putting her on speaker so you can keep cooking, “Your spare key privileges have been revoked.”

“What? Why?”

“Because you let yourself be suckered by Trinity into turning my apartment into fucking Whoville,” you say glancing at your girlfriend sitting on the counter near you, “Do you hate me that much?”

“Woah, don’t put this all on me, Andi helped,” Ashley cries indignantly. “Besides, Trinity is the one who posted that picture of you sleeping.”

Turning around slowly, you stare at your girlfriend who is trying to slowly back her way out of the kitchen.

“Ash, I’ll call you back,” you say hanging up without a reply, “Don’t move Trin.”

Taking a deep breath, you open Instagram and head to Trinity’s account, and there it is a post from last night.

Three photos. 

A selfie of you both in front of the tree. 

A photo taken by the stranger of you kissing in front of the tree. 

And just as Ashley said, a photo of you asleep on the couch, the light from the TV (and the decorations) illuminating your face and showing the tight grip you had on your girlfriend.

Liking the post and closing the app, you walk to where Trinity is still standing in the doorway.

Leaning up slightly you place a kiss on her cheek before walking back to the stove to finish making lunch.

“You’re not mad,” she questions, still standing there shocked.

“We’re watching Die Hard tonight instead of whatever you had planned,” is your answer.

“Die Hard isn’t,” a quick glare over your shoulder has her backtracking, “Die Hard it is. Alan Rickman was great as the villain.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute, Rodman.”

[steddieasitgoes]

@steddiemas Day 11 Prompt: Pop/Alt Holiday Songs

Tags: Alcohol Consumption, Established Relationship, Santa Con, Karaoke, Steve Harrington Is A Tease

wc: 1596 | Rating: T

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Eddie’s had his fair share of wild nights bar hopping in Seattle. Sometimes with Steve, sometimes with the Corroded Coffin boys, sometimes alone desperate to break out of the deep-seated loneness that overtakes him every few years. 

But he’s never experienced anything quite like this. 

After a night of endless hopping, they find themselves at a karaoke bar in the heart of Downtown Boston packed with college students and young adults all dressed in their best Santa suits like them. Miraculously, they find an empty booth in the corner and stake their claim. 

Robin and Nancy collapse into each other, shedding their red coats over the worn edge as they do so. Jonathan and Argyle aren’t far behind, though Argyle stays fully in costume. (“I really think I should grow a beard, my dude,” he slurs for the hundredth time of the night as he shuffles across the cracking vinyl.) Steve goes next, sliding in next to Robin and then Eddie follows, nearly missing the seat entirely as the opening chords of Wham’s “Last Christmas” rips through the small bar from the stage across the room. A pair of best friends laugh their way through the opening words, absolutely massacring the song. 

“Oh god,” Steve groans. “They’re disrespecting Wham!” 

“That’s the point!” Robin giggles, moving to rest her head on his shoulder. “No one is supposed to sing good at karaoke! S’why we’re all here!” 

“We are not singing karaoke!” 

“You better turn that Grinch face of yours around because we absolutely are! Nance and I signed us all up weeks ago.” 

“You devious lesbians,” Eddie laughs before leaning around Steve to place a slobbery kiss on Robin’s head. “I owe you so much for this one.” 

“Buy us drinks and we’ll call it even!” 

It’s a fair deal as far as Eddie’s concerned so he quickly gets himself back on his feet and wades through the hoards of Santas until he gets to the bar. It’s just like any other dive bar he’s been in. Sticky countertops, shelves, and shelves of liquor, charming but overworked bartenders working and flirting their asses off for tips. He knows exactly what it’s like bartending and he doesn’t miss it. 

Though maybe he would have had more fun if the places he worked had events like this. At least he’d have people to make fun of beyond the sad drunks that became his regulars. 

Eddie returns five minutes later with a tray of mixed drinks and shots. If he’s being totally straight with himself, he’s not sure what he ordered. They look pretty though and judging by the puckered face on Robin and Jonathan’s faces, they must be mixed well. Lightweights the both of them. 

Needing the least bit of persuading, Eddie takes the stage first, serenading the crowd in a rock and roll rendition of “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot like Christmas” that goes off the rails given he sings it at double the speed. Argyle drags Jonathan up next, the two stumbling their way through “Feliz Navidad” — Argyle carries the Spanish sections while Jonathan squints at the teleprompter during the English bits. It’s a hilarious disaster that has the entire bar cheering them on. 

Nancy and Robin’s rendition of “Last Christmas” gets everyone going and suddenly a complimentary round of drinks ends up on their table as they belt out the final line. A few groups of strangers take the stage next. They’re decent but nowhere as entertaining as any of them. They’re only half watching at this point, too engrossed with their own conversations and carry-over argument over who the best-dressed Santa of the bunch is. 

(“Obviously s’not Eddie,” Nancy giggles. 

“You wound me, Wheeler,” Eddie gasps, clutching a hand over his jet-black fur coat. “Gothic Santa would have killed it in Seattle. You Bostonians don’t understand culture.”)

Another round of drinks materializes on their table and then they’re back in the karaoke rotation again. By the time Steve’s name is being called by the poor bar employee tasked with keeping things running smoothly, he’s the perfect amount of drunk that he doesn’t protest Eddie’s careful tugging. He doesn’t go willingly, but he’s sporting that crooked smile of his that tells Eddie he’s not exactly mad about the events transpiring in front of him. 

“See sweetheart,” Eddie croons, leaning into his space as he passes him the mic. “Just needed a little liquid courage. Now show the world how great of a singer you are.” 

“S’gonna be a disaster.” 

“Oh, definitely,” Eddie smiles, pecking his cheek. “But that’s the point!” 

Eddie doesn’t give Steve time to reach out and instead retreats to the booth. He slides in next to a giddy Robin as they both wait with bated breath for Steve to choose a song. A minute or two of silence passes before Steve looks up from the machine. The old stage lights cast a beautiful shadow over him. Eyes sparkling in the harsh fluorescents. Usually, Steve would be complaining about the godawful lights, but right now he’s winking at Eddie and practically skipping to the center of the stage. 

Another moment of silence passes before the bright cheery guitar of Britney Spears’s My Only Wish (This Year) floods the place. Steve starts rocking his hips to the beat, hand gripping the microphone tight enough that Eddie can see his knuckles turning white. The nerves evaporate from his body the minute he starts singing, though. If Eddie didn’t know better, he’d think Steve has been possessed by the spirit of the Princess of Pop. 

“I signed my letter that I sealed with a kiss,” Steve sings, throwing a hand over his lips before blowing a sloppy kiss in Eddie’s direction. And then he’s moving again, skipping around the stage as his Santa coat glides around behind him. 

By the time the second verse hits, Steve’s shimming out of the coat, putting on a show for the group of girls sitting at the front tables. Eddie wants to scream. Wants to stalk over to the girls and tell them to back the fuck up, but he’s held steady in his seat by Jonathan’s comforting hand and Steve’s unwavering gaze as he locks eyes with him across the hoards of people. 

“I want my baby, baby,” Steve scream sings, already losing the beat as his hips continue to sway. 

“Someone to love me, someone to hold!” Eddie shouts along with him as the rest of the table eggs him on. 

It’s chaos after that. Steve throws his Santa hat into the crowd, Robin’s on the table filming the entire thing on her ancient iPhone. “That’s your man, Munson,” Nancy wheezes, nudging Eddie’s ribs every time Steve turns to shake his ass for the excited crowd. 

Eddie’s absolutely captivated by the performance. When he first met Steve years ago he was uptight and reserved. It didn’t matter how much effort Eddie put into his conversations, it was like trying to pry open a bank vault. But when he finally cracked the code, Steve sparkled in a way Eddie couldn’t even dream about. 

Steve’s better now, more open with himself and who is he. Fully embraces the fun that life has to offer, but Eddie can tell there are moments when he retreats to that small boy who never got the attention he deserved. It’s what makes moments like this so much more amazing. Seeing Steve shine and live his best life, free from judgment is the best gift Eddie’s ever received. And he’s not about to miss a damn minute of it. 

When the bridge drops, Steve prances around the stage like one of Santa’s reindeer. He’s sporting a reindeer headband that someone threw up there and there are a handful of dollar bills crumpled up on the edge of the stage. Somehow it’s gone from a karaoke show to some erotic dance number as Steve shimmies around and tries to keep up with the words. 

Eddie’s never been more in love in his entire life. 

“Santa, that’s my only wish this year,” Steve sings the final line, holding out the note like he’s the Princess of Pop herself instead of some high school teacher. 

A standing ovation follows, but Eddie doesn’t have time to bask in the affection being thrown at his boyfriend because he’s moving through the crowd faster than he’s ever moved in his life. When he gets to the end of the stage, Steve practically dives into his arms. He wraps himself around Eddie, legs around his waist, arms around his neck and smiles that perfect, beautiful smile of his. His cheeks are flushed pink from the performance and the amount of liquor coursing through his veins and his eyes are big and bright. 

“What’d think? S’Santa gonna grant my wish?” Steve asks. 

“Sweetheart,” Eddie coos, ducking his head to get his lips on Steve’s. “You know I’ll be waiting for you under the tree in a big red bow.” 

[elliefenton]

Holiday Truce 2023: The Conspiracy Surrounding One Danny Fenton

Happy Holiday Truce @scarletsaphire! I hope you like it! Sorry I'm a day late, I had a lot going on the last few days and completely forgot to post this. I used your prompt 'Danny being not quite human and freaking people out (on purpose or accidentally).' I also included a little bit of Johnny and Kitty!

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Summary: Danny's classmates notice some peculiarities about him.

It took everyone a while to notice.

They knew the Fentons were weird. They knew Danny Fenton was weird. But they didn’t realize just how weird he was.

They knew he wasn’t always this way. Back in middle school, he was actually normal compared to the rest of his family. But he was gone for a few days at the beginning of freshman year, and when he came back, he was different.

It started with small things. He seemed to leave the room right before a ghost showed up. That was explainable, his parents had tech that could track ghosts, Danny probably carried something like that on him, and he was so scared of ghosts that he just left the second he knew they were coming.

But then there were other things, things they couldn’t explain away so easily.

Whenever he left the room in the middle of class, it suddenly got… warmer? And that was weird. They’d heard of ghosts turning a room colder, but the lack of a specific human turning the room warmer was very odd.

Sometimes, the classroom would get warmer without Danny raising his hand, and someone would look back at his seat to find it empty. That raised some questions about how he was leaving the classroom without people noticing, because someone would see if he went out the door, right? And the school’s windows didn’t open, so he couldn’t have left through there.

People started to pay more attention to him, and that was when they noticed the really weird things.

It had been a few months since the beginning of freshman year, and it was now the middle of winter. Danny was in his usual Christmas Grinch mode, which was expected by now. His entire class was used to his attitude around Christmas time. But what was unusual was the fact that he showed up to school every day without even a jacket. Everyone else, including his two friends, came to school wearing a coat and gloves, maybe even a scarf or hat, and this kid walked in with short sleeves and jeans. He never once looked cold.

He actually seemed to be thriving in the cold, looking more refreshed than he had in the previous seasons, like maybe he was getting more sleep.

He also started to keep weird company outside of school. Someone swore they saw him and his friends at the Nasty Burger hanging out with that biker couple Phantom used to chase around. They were pretty sure that guy used to date Danny’s sister, and was presumably a ghost since Phantom used to hunt him down, so what was he doing hanging around with them, especially as afraid of ghosts as he was?

At this point, a group had formed around these conspiracy theories about Danny. They shared information, held meetings, and even had a Discord server. One might even call them a cult. When Wes Weston started yelling about his theory that Danny Fenton was Danny Phantom, the group laughed at him. Not in disbelief, but in pity. They knew better than to let anyone know of their suspicions, and if Wes didn’t shut up soon, they’d have to teach him that being discreet was the best way to keep being able to investigate.

At the end of the year, the weirdest thing of all happened. Danny Fenton started… acting normal? He stopped skipping class, started dressing normally again, and was acting much more like a fully functioning human being. Suddenly, the only weird thing about him was his hair, which had white streaks in it now.

When news of the asteroid was announced two weeks later, the group knew Danny Fenton was somehow going to be involved in whatever came next. Especially when both the Fentons and Tucker Foley became directly involved in trying to solve the issue. The reveal that Danny Fenton was Danny Phantom came as no surprise to anyone involved.

Wes Weston, of course, was bragging about how he was right, but no one paid him any mind.

[deceptive-daydreams]

Thinking about smoke signals Eddie and how maybe he’s finally getting a Christmas where that flicker of holiday magic blooms in him chest. He’s got something -someone- that makes him feel hopeful and worth it. Every night he looks forward to the next day with anticipation instead of dread - the way a kid counts down the days to Christmas morning. He knows he’s nearing something special and magical even if he can’t fully put that into words yet.

I’m thinking too much

i woke up to this with the biggest smile on my face cause my mindset has been "no one cares about smoke signals anymore cause you take too long to update" so just know that you have me kicking my feet and giggling over here rn

OKAY BUT THIS IS THE VIBE... Eddie's always "hated" the holidays or maybe the holidays just don't agree with him and never offer him mercy. Something always happens around that time of year without fail. Since moving to Knife's Edge he's only spent them with Wayne when he visits but it's usually very simple and they don't really decorate or anything, just hang out and have dinner and some beers every night until Wayne has to go back to Indiana. So it's not like anything bad has happened over the holidays for a few years but in typical Eddie fashion, he's always waiting for the other shoe to drop.

To be fair he's had enough trauma to last him lifetimes and one Christmas that really ruined it for him was when he was little and his dad came home drunk and Eddie thought he was Santa. Instead of Santa he's met with his dad stumbling around their tiny living room, knocking over their small tree with a majority of homemade ornamets he and his mom crafted together. At first it was an accident but as his dad got tangled up in some of the lights he started to get annoyed, slurring curses at the tree before finally shoving it over declaring it a "usless fuckin' thing". Shortly after, Eddie's mom had rushed out, tucking little Eddie behind her as she addressed her drunken husband. They started to argue, dad always starting it without fail. His mom tried so hard to keep the peace but when he started to raise his voice she had no choice but to try and appear bigger. She was never scared of him, or so she lead on. His dad would start knocking furniture over and rampage until he passed out on the kitchen floor after accidentally hitting his face against the counter, blood spilling from his nose.

There were several Christmases Eddie and his mom would go over to Wayne's because of his dad. Eddie would still protest, stating that he hates the trailer park, that he wanted to stay home and that maybe dad will be better this morning. That was never the case but little Eddie didn't really know any better, his dad always charming his way out of situations, always convincing Eddie that he was some kind of hero at the end of the day, even after being such a deadbeat. It got worse as he got older, his mom passed when he was six and from there Christmas never felt quite the same. Wayne would insist that Eddie come over and spend the holiday with him, he knew his dad would either not come home at all or would turn up too late, Eddie sulking in that damn house all alone while he waited for his dad to show up. Needless to say, it took a while for Eddie to realize just how fucked up it was that his dad would have him wrapped around his finger for his own convenience. Christmas had never been a happy time. He was always thankful for all that his mom and Wayne would do for him, to keep him distracted from his dad's shenanigans. But it never erased that void in his heart and it never kept him from chasing after something he could never have.

His first holiday season around reader...completely shifts everything and it scares the shit out of him at first. He starts feeling that so called "joy" that everyone swears they feel around this time of year. He feels like the fucking grinch when his heart grows three sizes every time she's around. He doesn't mind the little decorations she scatters around the bar, the image of snowflakes and Christmas ornaments only start reminding him of her and not his past. Let's just say that his inner child starts to heal...

I HAVE SOME CHRISTMASY STUFF PLANNED FOR THEM AND I CAN'T WAIT TO WRITE IT WHEN IM ABLE TO. THERE WILL BE A LIL ANGST BUT I PROMISE IT'S NOTHING SCARY

[footballffbarbiex]

player: Jan Oblak words: 905 request: Jan Oblak - she / her - 500 - 900 - Jan and her decorating the Christmas tree while listening to Christmas songs and her dancing & singing along slightly off-key which would normally annoy him, but all he can do is just look at her lovingly

A/N: this may or may not be linked to an idea that I have. it can be read and enjoyed as a standalone though just as much.

By the time Jan has returned from training, the house does not look the way he’d left it. With a bright holiday wreath hanging on the front door and a festive doormat to greet him before he’s even stepped foot inside, he knows that inside can only be as festive. Opening the door reveals a garland wrapped around the staircase bannister adorned with soft lighting throughout it. 

There’s a candle or wax melt burning, the sweet smell of winter baking filling the hallway as he removes his shoes and shrugs out of his jacket before dumping his training bag at the door. Soft footsteps takes him to where you are, sitting on the floor surrounded by tree ornaments, tinsel and lights. A Christmas playlist rings out and you hum along with it. He watches as you shake your shoulders and wiggle your hips as you sit with your legs open and separate the items for quick access later on when you’re applying it all to the tree. 

As much as you go a little too hard for Jan at this time of year, and as much as Jan would rather something small such as a simple decorated tree or area of the house which is perfect for those much needed social media posts, he loves the way you turn the house into a place that is warm and welcoming. You may mock him and call him a grinch, but you made up for it for the both of you, and deep down - way down - he secretly enjoyed it. 

He stands patiently watching you, not wanting to give himself away just yet, but feeling happier by the second as you sing along in different voices, occasionally dropping the items from your hand to play one of the many instruments from the track. You’re so lost in your own thoughts that you hadn’t realised he’s there until it’s too late. Fear momentarily grabs you by the throat, a look of panic manipulates your features before your hand comes to your chest, feeling the way your heart beats frantically against the palm of your hand and the way his name comes out of your mouth like it’s a cuss while you let out a steady stream of breath is enough to bring a grin to his face. 

“One of these days I’m-”

“Stare the intruder to death?” Jan cuts you off and watches as you give him the dirtiest look that you can muster. 

“You’re so mean to me.” you huff, turning your back to him as he laughs. “Don’t you be like that,” he wants to boop you on the mouth and nose but keeps his distance - just in case, he’d rather not be stabbed with a candy cane or two. Instead, you play it safe and lean over to your phone, change it to the one christmas song that you know Jan hates the most and turn up the volume. Now it’s his turn to scowl at you, a scowl which only increases as you begin to sing loudly and just a smidge off key. 

He knows why you’re doing it. Knows that he’s done this to himself for making you jump, and even though it’s a song that he absolutely despises, he’s fully prepared to endure it just because of how happy you look right now. 

“It’s a shame it’s come to this,” he says a little too loud, ensuring that his voice carries over the sound of the music. 

“Come to what?” you ask in the same sing song tone as the song, asking the sentence as though it’s a mere addition to the song itself. 

“I’d picked up the new festive flavour from that coffee shop you love so much but,” Jan says, holding up the coffee cup in question high above his head as you scramble to your feet to try and take it from his hands, “I don’t think you deserve it now.”

“I do! Baby, I do deserve it. I’ve been working hard, see.” There’s a child-like innocence on your face and dripping from your voice as you try to plead with him. He’d promised you that you could both go and get one of the festive ones, with one of the flavours being one that was introduced last year and you could have licked the cup clean because it was that delicious. He has yet to see this in action, considering the two of you have only been dating a few months, but he’s heard stories and was eager to see it for himself. 

“See, I don’t think you do deserve it.”

“I’ll turn it off,” you say quickly, turning on your heel to get to the phone and switch off the song quickly. “See! Purleaaaaaaase,” you almost beg. “Please my beautiful man.”

“I might consider it, if you give me a kiss.” he purses his lips and makes a kissing gesture while still holding the drink over your head. You can smell it from this distance and it makes you excited. 

“I’ll give you a kiss any day, any hour, any minute. This is not a hard sell.”

“Maybe I just want one.”

“Maybe you’re easy like that.”

“What are you going to do about it?” He asks, slowly lowering it inch by painstakingly inch. 

“I’m gonna kiss my man and give him what he wants.”

“I don’t think we’re quite there yet, but I’ll work on it.”

[pretty-toru]

holiday edition with single father toji

☁️ Single dad Toji, who never cared much for the holiday season but doesn't want Megumi to lose the excitement and joy leading up to Christmas. So he encourages the idea of Santa visiting their small apartment and leaving presents under the tree through traces of evidence such as taking a bite of the baked cookies that were left out for him and creating large visible footsteps in the doorway. Since Megumi's more of a nocturnal kid, Toji plays it extra safe by getting a rental suit and pretend to be Santa himself.

☁️ Single dad Toji, who's not much of a cook and usually gets around with frozen convenience meals that only require heating up or the usual take-out since preparing dinner is too much effort for him. But for the occasional treat and wanting to see Megumi's face light up on Christmas morning, he challenges himself with store-bought cinnamon rolls that he only needs to place on a pan and bake in the oven. Sounds easy and simple. What could go wrong, right? Turns out Toji forgot about it and is now left with cinnamon rolls so burnt you can't even chip a piece off with a knife.

☁️ Single dad Toji, who never imagined himself wearing an ugly Christmas sweater that Megumi chose for him as payback for forgetting to pick him up from school, but there's a first for everything. He's awkwardly planted on the sidelines receiving strange looks from people as he's watching Megumi play with the snow and enjoying himself. To fully earn his forgiveness, their next eventful stop is hot chocolates and gingerbread cookies, Christmas light displays, and watching The Grinch together to end the day.

☁️ Single dad Toji, who never really had a proper memory of any festivities while growing up but he starts feeling the quieter joy of Christmas when he spends time with his son, picking out a tree and decorating it together. Megumi always includes his own ornaments that he made himself 一 origami paper-shaped elephant or rabbit (which Toji always keeps somewhere safe after the holidays are over) along with the conventional ones, and Toji always leaves the last and final piece for Megumi which is hanging the tree topper.

[sparklingreader]

Where Are You Christmas?

HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO @separatist-apologist & @acotargiftexchange​

Summary: During the Christmas season, Elain Archeron is being set up on a blind date for her sister’s Christmas party. Worse part is? She’s meeting him dressed as Cindy Lou Who. Hopefully her Grinch is handsome as they say. 

A/N: So sorry for posting this so late! I had a crazy past few days :/ This is also my first time writing smut, so please be kind 🥺

Words: 2.5K

Chapters: 2/2 

Only twenty questions. It took only twenty questions for Elain to realize that she had been deprived of laughter and joy the past two weeks. He asked her about her family, her friends, and true to the ambiance of the party, everything to anything about Christmas. While they both snuck small touches along each other’s arms and hands. 

Whats your favorite Christmas tradition? Hers had been decorating the Christmas Tree. His had been cutting down the Christmas Tree. 

Favorite Christmas movie? Hers had been The Grinch, specifically the Jim Carrey version. His had been The Holiday, but he would not yet admit to her fully that he cries at the end of it. Every. Single. Time. 

They stood in the corner most of the night asking questions, but they also took part in being opinionated people watchers. They laughed as Rhysand attempted to sit in the lap of Eris Vanessara, who had unwillingly dressed as Santa Clause. They made fun of Azriel for being the only one to not show up in costume, but in all black. They commented on Cassian’s lack of skill at beer pong, but the precision Nesta took to save themselves from total annihilation from Gwyn and Emerie. Lucien rolled his eyes while Feyre tried to hand feed Rhysand, while Elain couldn’t help but smile. They were happy. They were all happy. 

“How do you know my sister?” Elain asked. Feyre had of course set her up with Lucien with the help of Arina. Did they both know how well they would get along? If so, why keep a man like this away from her? Of course the easy answer to that question was in due part to a man she was having the pleasure of currently forgetting. 

Lucien’s eyebrow began to raise as a crooked smile became displayed on his face. Gods did Elain feel a tremble in her knees by the sight of it. “We meet in college,” he said taking a sip from his sugar rimmed glass. “She unfortunately had been dating my bastard of a roommate at the time. But luckily we remained friends after they broke up.”

“He was undoubtedly the worst.” Elain chuckled confidently, without really thinking considering she was already feeling a slight buzz. 

Lucien’s eyebrows shot up and he began to grin slightly. “How’s your drink?” 

“Very good.” Elain responded licking the rim of the glass.

Before Lucien could comment, Cassian came up to both Elain and Lucien waving his phone around. 

“Picture time, Who-villes.” 

“It’s just Whos, Cassian.” Lucien chuckled.

“It’s the same thing. Now, smile big!  Feyre is making me take photos so she will kill me if you don’t smile.”

Lucien flicked down his mask and wrapped his arm around Elain’s waist as she pulled the hem of her dress to the side and used her other arm to wrap around Lucien’s waist. He felt warm and fuzzy. Oddly enough, Elain enjoyed it. She allowed her fingers to graze the green fuzz and feel what would lay underneath. Lucien gave her a squeeze, directing her to look at Cassian as he took a photo. She blushed at herself for having to get distracted by him. It was silly, Elain thought as she smiled at the camera, to be so infatuated with a man in a green suit. 

Cassian’s camera light flashed, “Nice. I’ll airdrop it to you, Elain.” 

Elain pulled her phone out of her dress pockets and accepted the picture as Cassian turned to his next victims. In the photo, Elain was genuinely smiling with her cheeks flushed maroon, and it wasn’t from the excessive blush. Lucien just looked like a man in a costume, so there wasn’t much to note about it. But the one thing Elain could notice was the evident height difference between the two. It could have been the cold weather, or it could have been the SNL skit, but Elain felt truly that she needed to take this big boy home. Tonight. 

Gathering up enough courage before she could chicken out Elain hurriedly asked, “Want to get out of here?” She pierced her lips to the side and looked up at Lucien through her gaudy lashes. 

Lucien pushed his mask back over his head. His mouth gapped open and he brought his fist to his mouth and cleared his throat. She was nervous he was going to say no.

“My place or yours?”

“Mine. We can walk there.” She responded. Elain felt confident and assertive. This would go her way and she knew that he would do whatever she wanted. 

“Lead the way, Elain Lou Who.” 

~~~~~~

Lucien had to pull Elain tighter to his chest to keep her from being blown over by the wind. 

“We are in a middle of a blizzard and you thought we could walk?” Lucien screamed laughing. 

“It’s manageable.” Elain laughed, and she knew undoubtedly that it was barely manageable. Elain was so determined to bring Lucien home with her that she had all but forgotten they would be in the midst of a snowstorm. Desperation and desire at its finest. 

“At least tell me we are almost there.” Lucien begged.

Elain pulled Lucien up to her door and pulled her keys out. Although her gloves made it difficult to insert the key, she finally was able to have success and they were able to escape into warmth. 

“Do you mind walking four flights of stairs?” Elain asked, walking backwards to the stairs while undoing her scarf. 

“Only four?” Lucien asked with a smirk, “I think it would be worth it.” 

Elain then decided to play a game. She turned quickly and ran up the stairs, going round and round up through her apartment building. Lucien took two steps at a time behind her and he understood what kind of game Elain intended on setting. When he finally caught up to her, Elain was reaching for her door. 

With her back turned to him, Lucien pulled her from his waist and into his chest and whispered in her ear, “Did that excite you?”

“I wanted to see how desperate you were.” Elain smirked, curving her back slightly to press herself against Lucien. 

“I’ll be groveling for you in a moment my lady.” 

She laughed.

“If I open this door, do you promise not to laugh?” Elain was suddenly getting nervous? Why now? Had her confidence shrunk so significantly that she was just now thinking of how he would react once inside her apartment? Or was she concerned that once she showed him would never want to see her again? She bit her lip, and she became slightly nervous. 

Elain knew she was being ridiculous, but when it came to the holiday season Elain was very serious when it came to her home’s decorations. 

“Elain, let’s go inside.” Lucien said, drawing her attention back into unlocking her front door. 

The door opened with a click and Elain began to walk in. Flicking on the lights on the left hand side of the entry hallway, Elain waited for his reaction.

“Oh. My. God.” Lucien said, stepping out behind her to walk further into her studio apartment.

Decorated for the season, Elain Archeron’s apartment was covered from floor to ceiling in not only Christmas decorations, but The Grinch memorabilia. Her couch had been swamped with stuffed animals as the characters. Her kitchen floating shelves held a variety of ‘Grinch’ dishes. It was a good thing Elain had enough hindsight to remove her bed comforter with Jim Carrey’s Grinch face plastered largely across it. That would have sent Elain slightly over the edge. Maybe even Lucien too. 

 “You weren’t kidding when you said this was your favorite movie,” Lucien observed as he picked up a stuffed Cindy Lou Who. Thankfully, he smiled at her. “It’s kind of cute actually.”

Elain licked her bottom lip, “I promise it’s only for Christmas. It looks a lot better underneath all of this.” Elain said pointing absentmindedly around the room. 

“Could I take that as an invite already to come back after Christmas?” Lucien asked, taking a few steps toward Elain. 

“I guess we will have to see how the rest of the night goes.” She slid her hands across his chest to his arms and began pulling him to the edge of her bed. 

The back of her knees hit the edge of her bed when Lucien cupped her chin.

“Do I have permission to kiss you?” He asked softly. 

It was sweet to ask. An act of man behaving the way he should, well it made Elain slightly more grateful that she brought him home. 

She smiled as she lifted her chin to him, an open invitation for him to meet his Lucious lips with hers. 

He kissed her slowly and patiently, holding her chin with his thumb. She wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her body. Lucien answered her physical call by lifting her up by her waist. Elain gasped. Lucien smiled. 

They stood with one another like that for a few moments. Elain’s legs wrapped around Lucien’s torso, while Lucien caressed Elain’s bottom with one hand and the other drawing small circles along her back. 

Lucien licked Elain’s bottom lip and she accepted his plea. 

It became more intense. 

Their bodies intertwined as Lucien dropped Elain back onto the floor and they began to strip the other. The mask unto Lucien’s head of course went first and Elain exaggerated her tossing of the cheap plastic. Lucien giggled at her, actually giggled as he tried to undue the back of her dress.

Elain’s dress fell to the floor as she tugged Lucien’s shirt over his head and guided him onto the bed. 

She watched as the rise and fall of his chest became more rapid. 

“You’re stunning.” Lucien claimed, trailing his eyes on her body as Elain propped herself on her elbows. 

She wore a red satin bra with matching bottoms, and she couldn’t help herself as she trailed her fingers across the swell of her breast down to her navel. 

Lucien smirked as he began to crawl on top of her, groveling. 

“All this time,” Lucien said kissing the side of Elain’s neck, “Feyre talked about you as a sweet,” he kissed the top of her breast sloppily “innocent,” he cupped her breast, running his thumb over the fabric of her nipple, “delicate flower.” He brought his hand behind Elain’s back and she arched, allowing him access to unhook her bra. 

“You aren’t innocent,” Lucien stated “Are you Elain?”

Before Elain could answer, or simply nod, Lucien pinched her nipples and she moaned. 

“Responsive.” Lucien whispered as he placed her breast in his mouth. He sucked and pulled and kissed and Elain felt as if she was starting to loose her mind. 

It was as if her body was filled with ecstacy, a high she could never come out of. 

And they had only just begun. 

Lucien watched as his hand traveled down her body and stopped at the hem of her underwear. He looked up at her, his eyes a swirling constellation of lust, and begged. Elain watched and nodded. 

He stood before her on the edge of the bed and began to slowly pull the fabric down her legs. Looking at him, Elain began to commit to memory the way of his body. To her, he was perfectly muscled. She could tell he took care of himself in the gym, but not in the way a gym bro would. 

With her hands behind her head to give him a better view of her breast, Elain stretched out her leg and placed her foot untop the band of his pants, feeling his hard member packed tightly underneath.

“Take it off.” Elain demanded. 

Lucien obeyed. 

She could feel her eyes almost budge out of her head while she looked at his fully erect penis. It was big. Bigger than any of her past partners, and that was saying something. 

“Like what you see, my lady?” Lucien smirked. 

“I do, my lord.” She mocked. 

“Spread your legs for me.” Lucien demanded. 

Elain obeyed. 

She was becoming mad. The way he watched her. The way he kneeled before her. The way he crawled to the apex of her thighs trailing his fingers as he went. 

“Pretty.” He whispered, running his fingers across her slick entrance. He huffed a breath of hot hair against her and Elain moaned arching her back into it. 

Instinctively, Elain pressed the heel of her foot against his back drawing him closer to her. 

“And needy.” Lucien chuckled. 

“Don’t be a tease.”

“Yes, my lady.” Lucien quirked an eyebrow and held Elain’s stare as he mouth began to lower to her pussy. 

He held her hips down with his hands as he devoured her. Elain fisted his hair as he licked and licked. She wasn’t sure he was breathing as he increased his pace.

He increased his pace, fucking her with his tongue as Elain gasped. 

Heavens above he was good.

“Lucien.” Elain begged. 

She wanted him. Needed him.

Elain yanked him up by his shoulders and yanked the back of his neck to meet her with a bruising kiss. 

“I want you. Now.” She was desperate to feel him, to be thoroughly fucked by him that she lost all sense of decency. Elain wasn’t a prude, but she felt as if her sex life had always been a part of the ‘Lacking Department.’ But she knew that if Lucien eat pussy that well, he would fuck her even better. 

Lucien steadily guided himself into her and Elain took every moment as a blessing. They both moaned once Lucien was settled fully inside her. Lucien pecked kisses on top her forehead, her cheeks, and her nose before he finally kissed her on the lips. 

The rhythm of his hips matched the rhythm of their lips.

Slow. Sweet. Intoxicating. 

Lucien slowly rubbed against her clit with his thumb until Elain was practically withering with the need to come. 

Elain was in a daze kissing him back. The sound of their skin slapping together in tandem was sending her over the edge. 

With soft whimper, Elain came with Lucien following shortly behind. 

He fell on top of her, Elain’s slick sweaty skin meeting his own. She wrapped her arms around him and placed a kiss on the tip of his nose. 

“So, does this mean I can ask you on a date?” He asked pulling Elain to his chest as he laid on his side. 

She laughed softly and snuggled closer to him. “It depends. Want to watch The Grinch with me?” Elain asked, wiggling her eyebrows. She turned to her nightstand and reached for the remote. 

“Of course.” He answered. 

Elain flicked on the T.V., knowing damn well the movie was already set up to be watched. Lucien laughed as he pulled her back to him, laying his chin on the top of her head and drawing small circles on her lower back. 

A spark lit inside Elain’s chest. A moment of bliss that she felt as if she finally found her person. 

It was the best Christmas gift she could ask for. 

A heart that grew. 

[xalygatorx]

A Very Worthy Christmas 3: Stalemates in Macy’s

Christmassy bonus chapters for Worthy (posted a bit early because we're sneaking up on that time of year)!

All take place after the main story, so if you don't want spoilers, save these for a cozy, snowy day. x

Summary: Cora takes Loki out Christmas shopping.

Pairing: Loki x Fem!OC

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.7k

Loki eyed Cora suspiciously as she maneuvered around their house, picking up an accordion folder she kept things called "coupons" in and proceeding to hunt down a list she'd been sporadically adding to over the past month or so.

"What are you plotting?" he asked, his suspicion apparent in his slow, drawn-out tone.

When Cora turned around, looking the picture of innocence, his wariness spiked tenfold. "What do you mean?" she asked as she shoved the folder into her purse and continued looking for her list.

"You never take me out to shop with you anymore," Loki pointed out. She had the majority of the time in their first month or so of Loki's transition to Earthly customs, but after that he'd branched off on his own to buy clothes and the like and she'd found that trying to grocery shop with him was a nightmare. It was similar to the bagel incident, but on a larger scale. "Why today?"

Cora opened her mouth to answer and then spotted her list on the breakfast bar, snatching it up like a runaway snake. "First of all, never is a strong word. And... Because."

As it turned out, that would be the most descriptive answer he got, even while she herded him outside, through the now impressive amount of snow, and to the sidewalk, where they passed multiple cabs lined up along the curb for chilly takers. "Your lack of information is…"

"Alarming?" she offered unabashedly.

"In-character," he finished instead, which earned him a heavy dose of side-eye.

After she'd finished throwing him shade, Cora passed the list over to him, which he arranged in his hands in such a way that it stayed flat for reading in the wind. "First of all, your monstrosity of a tree needs more lights than my more practically compact one," she paused to glare when he mumbled again about it not being a real tree, "and second of all, there's another Midgardian Yuletide tradition I fully intend to indulge in."

Loki glanced over at her warily. "And that would be…?"

"It's kind of a favorite of mine and probably the most widespread tradition there is for the holiday. We exchange gifts," she explained simply.

"Who is the 'we' in this context?"

"Well, anyone, really," she answered reasonably. "I should have said 'people' rather than 'we,' but the point is that it's a thing."

"A thing, hm…," he murmured as he glanced over the list, one section of which was devoted to a great many names, in his opinion, with little ideas for these traditional gifts, he supposed, jotted down alongside.

He was a little hurt to find that his name hadn't made her list, though he didn't show it. Somehow, all the same, she still sensed it, as always. "Did you think I was going to hand you a list with your presents written out all over it? Not a chance."

Loki grimaced down at her as she continued to lead them down the populated sidewalk, the both of them unconsciously weaving between civilians like minnows in a traveling school. "Am I expected to partake in this tradition of yours as well?"

Cora frowned a little as if the thought hadn't occurred to her that he'd resist one of her holiday endeavors. "Um… Well, it would be nice if you did, but you certainly don't have to."

"I wonder when it was that you received the notion that I was 'nice'."

"You see, this is why you had to watch the Grinch the other day."

Loki rolled his eyes and watched as she sidestepped in front of him to duck into something called the Christmas Tree Shoppe. His eyes narrowed on the animatronic reindeer inside the window panes alongside a statue of Santa, none of which made sense to him as he'd yet to see any other Christmas specials. The suit and hat rang a bell, however, so he figured there must be a tie-in. Loki sighed and followed her in, immediately getting lost amongst a clutter of ornament racks, stocking choices, and yard decorations. And the trees. Well, the fake trees, but the trees, they were everywhere and in all kinds of colors and sizes and themes.

He found it all rather exhausting though he'd only made the shop's acquaintance for about twenty seconds. Still, it was somehow enough time to properly lose track of his partner.

"Cora, by the Nine, where are you?" he called grumpily after he'd not managed to find her immediately.

"Marco!" called a cheery voice a few rows down.

"No. Loki. Who is this Marco?" he wondered, jealousy creeping in the pit of his stomach at the thought of some Marco fellow making him so forgettable. It dissipated when he felt her small hand on his forearm, catching him as he almost passed her by.

"It's a game. Marco Polo. Well, he's a famous historical figure, but the name is also a game kids play."

Loki's eyes narrowed a little as he disregarded the confusion influx of information. "So there is no Marco?"

She bit down a laugh at the look on his face. "No."

He nodded once and then proceeded to look down his nose at the ornaments rather pompously to bulk his ego back up, which was when Cora's attempt to keep from laughing really became trying.

A half-hour of quiet bickering and perusing later, they emerged from the shop with two bags, one for a ridiculous amount of lights and the other for ornaments and a plush Grinch that Loki had refused to part from after Cora had unthinkingly suggested he could put atop the tree in place of a star or angel. The more she thought about it, the cuter that idea sounded anyway, but she didn't say anything about it so he could continue to think that he was getting away with something.

They'd ended up in the large Macy's department store a few blocks over from their townhouse because Cora had figured they could find just about anything in that place for everyone she'd written down, Loki included; even though she'd gotten his gifts—a bunch of books she'd gone on a spree for in Books & Co., some new clothes, and a few tech toys she'd figured he might have some fun with, at least for a while—already, she still figured there might be room for some stocking stuffers. When she looked over at him to assure him they wouldn't be there long, she caught him giving her some serious side-eye. Almost her level of side-eye. "What is that look for?"

"Explain this…tradition to me again. Who exchanges these gifts?"

"Um… Whoever wants to? Mostly family, friends, and the like," Cora replied, squinting at him. "Why?"

He grimaced a little and shrugged. "Trying to understand another Midgardian activity, I suppose." He said like it was a child's make-believe game rather than doing something nice for someone else. Figured.

A woman with an armful of garments and shoeboxes barged between them sheerly out of rudeness and the look Loki shot at her back was poisonous. In a flicker of insanity, Cora wondered what it would've been like had she taken him out on Black Friday and, after a moment of consideration for how much chaos he managed to inflict just when he was bored, she decided this would have both been a disaster and a good method to score a discounted TV or computer before anyone else. Something to keep in mind, maybe…

As she entertained the thought of him freezing stores' automatic doors closed and causing a mess of confusion with his sometimes tyrannical attitude and multitude of illusions, Cora glanced over her list and started for the cosmetics and accessories, shopping with Jane in mind first. Loki followed along behind her, glaring here and there at rude—and sometimes just crowding—shoppers, but remaining surprisingly well-behaved. Cora was mulling over another thought, one she'd been pondering for some time, when Loki finally called her out on it. "Not finding what you're in search of?"

She frowned a little as she shook her head, holding a bit of soap beneath her nose as she tried to pick out one Jane might like, as she'd managed to end up at the Lush kiosk, one of her personal guilty pleasures. "Well, not quite." He continued to stare at her until she caved slowly, studying the bar in her hand as she suggested carefully, "I think… I think you should get something. For your brother."

Loki's eyes narrowed and a scowl curled his lips, which discouraged an approaching associate from approaching any further for the time being, smoothly busying herself with the facial cleansers instead. "And how could that possibly be categorized as a 'good idea'?"

"I think he'd really appreciate it," Cora continued, placing the bar she'd been holding back on its display and picking up one called “Mangnificent” instead. It smelled of mangoes, mandarin oranges, and other citrusy notes. She personally liked it, but knew Jane tended to prefer florals, so she tried again.

"I think I would never hear the end of it," he grumbled, watching the products Cora picked up and squinting at the quirky nameplates.

"In a good way," Cora insisted quietly after sniffing something called Putty For Your Hands. It smelled like oatmeal and, oddly, fabric softener.

"Doubtful," Loki growled and it was insistent enough that she knew she was out of luck for the moment. Maybe at the next stop. She ended up getting a soap called Parsley Porridge and a body butter by the name of Brazened Honey, figuring she could start a spa day theme for the new mom who probably sorely needed one.

Over the next hour or so as Cora wandered around the enormous store, she occasionally pointed out a shirt or a belt or something fun that she figured Thor might like, casually wondering aloud, "Maybe this for him?" each time. She was met with a few disgruntled reactions and then firm silences until Loki gave up and wandered off on his own just to get away from what he perceived as her meddling. She shopped alone for some time before finally happening upon him by the jewelry cases, where he was looking at the men's watch collection. She bumped his shoulder idly as she walked up to announce her presence without actually announcing anything, glancing over the trinkets under the glass and lights. "Why not?"

"Cora," he warned quietly, not taking his eyes off a gunmetal Rolex as he spoke.

"I'm not asking for much, I'm just curious," she grumbled softly, causing him to sigh as if she'd physically wounded him just enough to irritate and not debilitate. "What's the issue?"

"The 'issue'," he muttered, using the tone he generally used whenever he was mimicking her Midgardian slang, "is that even if I did procure something for my oaf of a brother, he would mock the gesture. It's a useless venture, which you would understand if you gave it some real thought."

Cora pursed her lips and said patiently, "I have given it some real thought. You know I don't just toss things like that out willy-nilly. Besides…" She paused, weighing her words before speaking them. "I have a feeling Thor will appreciate the thought. No matter what it is."

"Wishful thinking seems to be another super-ability of yours."

"I'm serious," she said firmly, not allowing him to interrupt her as she stated, "Despite everything that happened in Asgard and with Thanos before you both came to live here, you both have been disgustingly stubborn about living up to your relationship. You're brothers, blood or no, and you were starting to act like it again, too! It was…" Cora sighed. "Well, it was really great…to see that…"

Loki's jaw was tight, his teeth flush and near to gritting. However, he said and did nothing, only turned from the watch cases and began his exit from the jewelry department. It earned a sigh from Cora, but she followed along, starting to keep an eye out for the next available register so she could check out what all she'd found in his absence.

Once she'd had everything rung up and paid for it all, Cora hauled the red-starred bag off the counter, only to be intercepted when Loki walked back over to her side and slid the bag from her hands. She first felt suspicious before realizing he was being polite, even though he was clearly still irked. She murmured a thank-you, he dropped a kiss to the top of her head, and the two began their exit from the store, cutting through the hardware section on the ground floor to get out to the parking lot. Cora had her hands on the door when Loki asked behind her, "What's this?"

For a fleeting moment, she had a small heart attack, thinking he'd peeked inside the severely tissue paper-plugged shopping bag and found one of the stocking stuffers she'd bought to put in his emerald green stocking—something her grandma had made by hand and sent over a few days prior from California along with the usual treats—and there was nothing Cora hated more this time of year than ruined surprises. However, he'd stopped next to one of the doorbuster tables and Cora had to walk over to peek around him and see what he was eying.

"Um…," Cora murmured confusedly as she took in the rather bulky, industrial-looking toolbox with black shiny latches and a heavy-looking steel grey body. It was one of the biggest toolboxes she'd ever seen and likely only necessary for someone who had a wide expanse of tools like a handyman or plumber, someone who'd need the space. "It's…a toolbox."

"Is it a good one?" Loki asked, looking extremely straight-faced and almost a little uncomfortable. Cora was very confused until her eyes moved back to the box and she caught sight of the sticker on the lid, upon which was a picture of the toolbox in full use, overflowing with a wide range of tools and building implements in little bags and jars. At the forefront of the box, sticking out boldly from the corner and propping up the lid was a hammer.

Her mouth felt a little dry as she trod very, very carefully—excruciatingly so—into this new development. "I'm not an expert, but it looks like it." Her heart was putty in her chest over this man.

"Who would know?"

"Mm, probably that sales associate. He looks like he's usually up here," she said, nodding toward a middle-aged man conditioning some shelves, who wore khakis, an expensive-looking leather tool belt, and a name tag.

Loki followed her gesture and nodded once, murmuring, "I will be right back," and offering her the shopping bag before walking over to the salesman. Cora smiled slowly and glanced toward the door, finding a place to sit nearby with the red bag in her lap. She surreptitiously watched Loki and the employee walk each other around the department, Loki seeming to relax gradually as he gathered information and workshopped the idea he'd had just moments ago. She glanced away every time he turned to check on her, either fiddling with her fingernails or pretending to be looking in the bag at her purchases or at the receipt. In truth, Loki wasn't nearly so stupid as to not notice, but he somewhat appreciated her effort. At the very least, he was amused.

He ended up selecting the large grey toolbox and a tool belt like the one the associate wore. Cora had more than willingly handed over the credit card so he could pay for it himself, then they headed back down the street toward home. Cora couldn't help but smile a little about halfway down the second block, noting casually and so briefly he would never doubt that it was just in passing, "Those were good choices, he'll love them." And then she dropped the subject entirely.

Loki nodded once in reply to her flippant comment, which he knew very well was not flippant at all, but meant to reassure him. It was a game they seemed to play, and had played since they met years ago. They had tender subjects, both of them did, and the other always ended up dancing over them, like a dance over hot coals. There was never a right way to approach the other's demons, a rare few people out there handled meetings like those well, but he'd noticed over time that they'd never seemed to fail in getting close. And in all honesty, close was more than enough.

Instead of saying anything remotely resembling his strangely poetic thoughts, he stayed silent and adjusted his hold on their bags, freeing up one hand to take hers.

Next chapter: A Very Worthy Christmas 4, Adventures in Babysitting

[mbarrcra]

So, I've got a confession to make... I'm not usually much of a holiday person, my schedule is always pretty hectic so I don't fully immerse myself into all the festivities or get a lot of decorating done but I'm feeling very in the spirit this year, I really want to go crazy and turn my whole house into a winter wonderland. But I have no idea where to start and I might need some help, do you tend to go all out with decorations for the holidays? Or are you more of a Grinch kind of person?

[cattatonically]

Mr. Naughty List - Leta Blake (Mr. Christmas, book 2)

Synopsis

A cute teacher gets a spanking this Christmas. How hot can it get being on his former student’s Naughty List?

Is Aaron allowed to want a hot holiday fling with his young former student? Even more forbidden, is he allowed to want this student to spank him?

It’s another Christmas, and Aaron is still in the closet as a gay man and a natural submissive. With one youthful indiscretion blacking his ethics record, he can’t afford to indulge his desires no matter how pent up and needy that leaves him.

Until his former student comes home for the holidays.

Dominant and charming, RJ knows what Aaron needs—intense, steamy encounters and a firm hand. As Christmas nears, RJ helps Aaron unlock his true self. But family and fallout await, and all good things must end.

Or can their hot holiday affair turn them into lasting lovers?

Mr. Naughty List is a steamy, Christmas MM romance set in the Home for the Holidays series that began with Mr. Frosty Pants, but can be read as a standalone. Featuring light D/s, spanking, an older sub with a younger Dom, former student/teacher dynamics, and, of course, warm, sweet holiday feels complete with a strong happy ending.

My Thoughts

This book dealt with a few tropes that I’ve not reviewed in the past. So we’ll get this part out of the way – they are fictional characters, doing fictional things that have no bearing on reality. I am fully capable of – and technically trained in – the skill of critical thinking. If you’re not, and if you cannot separate fiction from reality, avoid this trilogy, because these characters and these tropes do appear in all three books in some form or another.

Now enough with the disclaimers and housekeeping.

I loved this book. I loved how Aaron and RJ found their way to each other, and I loved how they communicated openly and honestly about everything, from boundaries to insecurities to their feelings for each other.

As with the first book of this trilogy, both men have some baggage. Both men have some prior trauma to work through. It’s messy, it’s imperfect, and it’s a constant work in progress, but they’re committed. And that’s what matters – transparency and commitment.

Another aspect of this book that I greatly was the depiction of kink. It was safe, sane, and consensual. Boundaries were drawn, limits were discussed, and safe words were agreed on. And honestly, knowing how seriously RJ was about ensuring Aaron’s enjoyment and safety of their play was the hottest thing in the whole book.

While a little steamier – and kinkier – than some of my usual romance reads, I still really enjoyed Aaron and RJ’s story. And while I think I’ll always be a grinch in my own reality, I can at least enjoy some fictional holiday romance and cheer.