#holiday fic fest

[tmsstellison]

[obitez]

Holiday Bets

written for @bucktommywinterfest

Round 3: Holiday Themed Calls

Rating: T Word Count: 1447

Additional Tags: Established Relationship,

Warnings: Canon-typical Emergencies,

Tommy looked down as his phone buzzed again with an incoming text message. He looked down, as he did so, Lucy looked over from where she was sitting from him across the table.  “Who is it? Buck again?” she asked.  Tommy waved her away. “I didn’t even unlock my phone,” he said. “Let me see what he said before you interrogate me.” “So he did text you?” Lucy asked. Tommy ignored the question, and read the message.  Evan: How many calls with X-mas trees do you bet we’ll get?  Tommy chuckled reading the message. They had been dating for a little over eight months, and Buck never ceased to surprise him. He typed a message back and hit send. Tommy: What are you talking about?

“So,” Lucy leant forward in the seat she was sitting in. “What’s he talking about that has you laughing?”  Tommy held his phone to his chest. “What’s got you wanting to know?” he asked.  Lucy narrowed her eyes at him. “Oh come on,” she said. “I know it’s Buck, but he wouldn’t be sending you anything you need to hide from someone while you’re at work.”  Tommy chose not to follow up on whatever that statement meant, and instead tried redirecting. “What’s got you so interested?” he asked. “I’ve texted him a lot before here.”  She leant back a little then, resting her chin on her hand and studied him. “Maybe I’ve been wanting to question you about what you talk about for months now…” 

Tommy’s phone buzzed again, and Lucy lifted an eyebrow as she heard the slight vibration. Tommy quickly looked down to read the message on the lock screen.  Evan: Chimney saw a x-mas tree stand this morning and wants… (unlock for more) Before he could unlock his phone to read the actual message, Lucy came around him to look over his shoulder. “So what’s he talking about?” she asked.  Tommy knew there would be know winning with her for now, so just unlocked his phone and let him read the texts as he did. 

Evan: Chimney saw a x-mas tree stand this morning and wants to make a bet on how many x-mas tree calls well get this year “Oh,” so Lucy hummed. “They’re still making bets over there.”  “They never stopped,” Tommy said as he began typing a question.  Tommy: are we talking just A-shift or all the 118? It took a couple minutes for Buck to respond, but he did after a couple minutes.  Evan: just a-shift “I say six calls,” Lucy’s voice popped into his ear to say.  “What?” Tommy asked.  “I just read the message,” Lucy said as she walked back around the table to sit in the chair she had vacated. “How many Christmas tree calls are they going to get? I say six.” Tommy rolled his eyes as he texted Buck back.  Tommy: I say 8, Lucy says 6

An hour later, Buck texted him again.  Evan: +1 - a guy fell carrying a tree into his house and hit his head Tommy knew he shouldn’t laugh at someone’s misfortune, especially when it was bad enough that they needed to call 911, but he let out a little chuckle. No one was around to see or hear it, so if asked, he would deny it. Tommy gave Buck’s message a thumbs up right as their own alarm started sounding.  Later that evening, right before the sun started to go down, Buck texted him again.  Evan: 2 - another guy fell trying to get his fake tree down from his attic Tommy’s eyebrow lifted at reading that. Two in one day? It was only the first week of December. At this rate Lucy was going to lose big time, so was he. This time he actually wrote Buck a message.  Tommy: 2 in one day? How many calls did you bet on?

Evan: I took your advice and bet 8 Evan: Eddie only bet 3, I think he’s going to lose That was the last call, Christmas Tree or otherwise, that the 118 had received that shift, so Tommy didn’t get any more texts. Their next shift, the 118 hadn’t received any Christmas tree related calls at all, but Tommy’s team did.  Shortly after 10 a.m. the alarm rang and they were called out for a medevac at a Christmas Tree farm just east of the LA city limits. Dispatch didn’t provide them many details about what was happening on scene, something about one of the workers cutting down a tree and getting hurt by a chainsaw. There were already EMTs on scene providing treatment, but they would need a helicopter transport to get the patient to the hospital if they wanted him treated in time.  Tommy wondered if this could be included in the bet. Maybe they would have to start a new one, how many calls involving Christmas Trees will the Harbor team receive this year? That would be a good one, they could make it a competition.  “Over there’s the clearing they mentioned,” Lucy pointed at a small grassy clearing about a hundred yards outside of the group of evergreens. Tommy could see the ambulance that had arrived ahead of them. He set the helicopter down, and within ten minutes the patient was loaded and they were on their way to take him to the hospital.  When they finally returned to Harbor Station an hour later, Tommy fished his phone out of his pocket to text Buck.

Tommy: Do you want to make a bet on how many Christmas tree calls we’re going to get?  Buck texted back less than a minute later.  Evan: we’re still ahead of you 😉 Maybe this could just be a thing between him and Buck, Tommy thought. No need to get the others’ opinions on it.  Their last shift of the bet was the day before Christmas Eve, they had both gotten lucky this year, that way. So far, the 118 had made 7 calls involving Christmas Trees, none of them had life threatening injuries, thank God, while Harbor had only had that first one.

Evan: One more day to get to 8 calls! Tommy rolled his eyes as he read Buck’s text message as he typed a response.  Tommy: Aren’t we not supposed to be wishing for people’s misfortune? Buck: 🙄 we’ll get at least one call today. I just want only one to involve a Christmas tree. Tommy: Be careful what you wish for Be careful what you wish for was right.  It was halfway past 11 p.m. when Tommy got another text from Buck.  Evan: Can we talk?

The notification from the text message made the screen and bunk Tommy had been trying to get a quick nap in light up. He hummed as he picked the phone up to read it.  At this hour, with a message like that, Tommy figured Buck most likely wanted to actually talk, as in on the phone, not through texts.  He rolled over and planted his feet on the floor as he got out of the bunk and walked out of the room, not wanting to disturb the others trying to get some rest. Then he brought the phone up to his ear as he listened to it dial Buck’s number.  “T- Tommy?” Buck;s voice sounded from the phone speaker.  “Hey,” Tommy greeted him. “What’s up? Why’d you want to talk?”  Buck was silent for a minute, and Tommy listened to the sound of his breaths, slow and slightly deep.  “We… We had a bad call,” Buck finally said. And Tommy waited him out, figuring out the reason Buck wanted to call him. It wasn’t so much he wanted to have a conversation but, he just needed to put the words out there.  “It was a house fire…” Buck said. “We got there not even five minutes after the call came in, but the place was fully blazing. It started from the lights on the Christmas Tree,” Buck sucked in a deep breath. “The only good thing was that no one was home. No one was hurt… But they lost their house, Tommy! You should have seen the looks on their faces when they drove down the street to find their place up in flames.” Tommy was silent for a moment, thinking over what he should say. “No one was hurt though, right?” he asked. Buck hummed in confirmation. “Then that’s one good thing. Yes, they lost their house, right before Christmas, but at least no one was inside right?”  “Yeah,” Buck repeated.  The following morning, no one brought up the results of the bet and who won. It was never mentioned again. 

[ksbbb]

Light Up the Sky

Josh coughs up dirt, his nose and mouth filled with the scent of a metallic substance, pulling him out of the darkness and freeing him from his shallow grave.

There’s other chimeras‘ around him and he forces himself to stand, still feeling the pain of the wound on his chest, wondering if he’s dead or dreaming.

“What’s going on, who are you?” Hayden asks, bringing to light the confusion they’re all feeling and Josh sees the smile on the other chimera’s face.

The one the dread doctors were so proud and eager to work on. Josh remembers his name as Theo but he never bothered to worry about anyone else.

“I’m your Alpha and you all belong to me.” Theo smiles, walking away and the rest of them follow along, because there’s nothing else to do.

—————-

Josh is going out of his mind. He can’t get a fix like he used to. Whatever those doctors did to him made him immune from any kind of disease, or any response to brain altering substances.

What a damn shame. He’s so bored and the rest of the chimeras’ don’t care or seem to question this ”alpha” thing.

Theo comes up behind him, the same arrogant and hard headed smile on, that he loves to flaunt.

“You shouldn’t have brought me back! I can’t feel anything anymore.” Josh seethingly says, the electricity running through his veins and he wants to use it, needs to use it, and take this guy down a peg.

He just isn’t sure how.

“What? Can’t get your fix?” Theo laughs, a cruel and unusual way to show his power and the way he feels about Josh’s struggles.

Josh growls, feeding off the power of the electric current thrumming through him, but failing to grasp his own power and use it effectively.

“I got an idea.” Theo says, grabbing a hold of two jumper cables and handing them to him.

He doesn’t like this guy or trust his attempts at giving them a thread of his friendship, the cynical attitude of Josh and his horrible upbringing making it too difficult to keep a positive outlook on anything.

What reason would this chimera have to be honest with them? He’s too into his appearance and his personal vendetta against this McCall person.

“Ready?” Theo turns on the engine to his truck, waiting for Josh to experience the awe and excitement of realizing what he’s capable of.

It’s a rush, a thrilling feeling of unbridled confidence, and it’s a whole lot better than anything else he’s done or experienced.

Josh laughs, the electric coursing through his body, and the pull of it in his fingers, of what he can do, is just the taste he needed to bring him back to life.

He’s soaring and ready for any chaos or disaster Theo wants to bring.

——————

This was a stupid plan and now Corey is burnt to a crisp from that hellhound, but does Theo care? Probably not, and as much as Josh wants to leave him in the dust, he has a sense of responsibility and connection to the other chimeras’ like him.

He won’t leave Corey behind. Not even when Theo’s nowhere to be found and probably off somewhere with that Stilinski guy, trying to get his plan together.

“Help him!” Josh looks pleadingly at Kira, hoping that being a part of the McCall pack has given her some sense of decency and empathy for another person.

Even if the person was going against their views.

“You first.” Malia says, eyeing them with nervous glances, and he’s left between a rock and a hard place. What other choice does he have?

Josh holds onto the cables and uses all of his strength and power he can, to give them what they want, to keep them from leaving Corey behind to die. A chimera who’s the best of them. Not because he’s the most powerful or the most important, but because he’s the only one who’s still held onto his humanity in some way.

Sure, Hayden has too, but Corey wants to help everyone and that’s a rarity these days. He won’t let him be taken down like this. For the likes of Theo’s or Scott’s purposes.

Once Josh has done what it is they wanted, Kira helps Corey too, and he’s given a second chance at life.

It eases Josh’s anxiety and burden. He has succeeded in keeping Corey alive and that’s more than he’s done in his life before all this weird stuff happened.

Corey smiles at him, and he doesn’t know what to think but he smiles back, feeling almost relieved. It’s not a feeling he’s felt often. Maybe when he was a kid or when he died, but then he was brought back for some ulterior motives of a coyote.

Josh’s life story is quite the odd one.

———————-

“What’s that?” Tracy asks, fearful of Theo’s crazed mind and the helmet he’s holding, a little too tight and too far away from his own body to give Josh any real reason to trust his motives.

“It’s how we’re going to find the beast.” Theo explains, looking at it with such sheer confidence and determination.

“So you’re putting that thing on?” Tracy asks, nervous and exchanging a glance with Josh.

“I’m not. You are.” Theo smiles, holding it out towards Josh, not giving any thought to his feelings or reservations about putting on a helmet they know nothing about. They barely know how to use it or what it’s for.

“I’m not putting that on.” He says, cowering at Theo’s hard stare and he wasn’t expecting to be so worried about this chimera.

The thing is, he’s seen Theo’s willingness to do whatever he can to achieve his own agenda. Josh doesn’t really know what he’s willing to do to him if he refuses.

After some hard and frustrating points from Theo about killing Josh if he doesn’t do what he’s told, he places it on his head.

He’s never been so afraid of anything in his life. The unknown, the fear of what could happen, simmers in his heart and overtakes his mind.

Of course, when Theo does what he knew he would, killing him in cold blood and leaving him to rot, it’s poetic and tragic.

Josh’s life story.

Only…..

—————

A cold and scattered feeling hits him, piercing his throat and he coughs up the same metallic taste as before, only this time it’s less daunting. Less painful.

Josh is in the dark and he doesn’t know where he is, but there’s a loud, sputtering heartbeat next to him. Riddled with fear and anxiety.

He has to shake his head a few times to clear his vision and when he does, he sees a frightened person in front of him, eyes wide with a frozen feeling of terror.

“Who are you?” Josh finds himself asking, and it’s the same question Hayden once asked. It’s nearly impossible to feel calm. Is this a new kind of life he’s living? To be brought back time and time again for someone else’s benefit?

He grows worried, and ready to react, but Josh soon realizes the person is more afraid of him than he is of them.

“I’m Nolan.”

Huh. Well, maybe life has a way of making sense and Josh is more than happy to find out.

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[ultimatebethylficlist]

#BHF24: Christmas

better angels by devils_might_heed_us ( @lemortehomme )

A winter night and the giving of a gift. [a comic]

The Man On The Mountain by gneebee ( @gneebee ) [chapter 25]

She finally got her dream job, working at a small regional hospital near the Rosewood Mountains. Everything just fell into place and it's all going great, until a new, unexplained virus begins spreading through the area, and everywhere else in the world. People are scared, panicking and desperate. Everyone except the reclusive man on the mountain. He's isolated and blissfully unaware.

Snowflakes by @mistressheroine

Huckleberry Windbreak by Kat_Parrish

"...I’m not tryin’ to force you into anything, but I know you’re not prepared for winter. I can help. I don’t even need to be inside; I just need a warm spot.” “I have a gun.” “I’m sure you do. Can you use it?” “Good enough.” “Good.” Beth and Daryl live together in a cabin on an isolated mountain.

What Do You See? by Kat_Parrish

Daryl is coerced into a Christmas party a few months after a break-up. "The first time he received a proper, wrapped Christmas present, he was twenty-six. He sat on the couch watching while his girlfriend rummaged around under her tree until she produced a package wrapped in shiny green paper with a gold ribbon. "

The Christmas Party by gneebee ( @gneebee )

Merry Christmas! I wrote this one shot Bethyl story in response to the Bethyl Holiday Fest 24 Prompt "Ribbons." Beth gets herself in a situation when she invites Daryl to attend her Christmas Party. Thank you for taking the time to read it!

Thank you to everyone who submitted their creations! Merry Christmas!

[entropic-saudade]

Slay Ride

For @monsterfluffersrus, I present a continuation of last year's "The Pass List":

Title: Slay Ride Tags: Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, AU--Post-Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Crack Treated Seriously, Case Fic, Innuendo and Puns, Monsterfucker Dean Winchester, Supportive Castiel, Mari Lwyd, Innacurate Lore but for a reason Summary:

When a seasonal creature escapes from Hell’s stables and ends up in the wrong hemisphere, Rowena calls upon the boys for help. 

There’s no way to kill her, and there are too many houses to try to barricade by themselves. To prevent Mari Lwyd from taking everyone’s holiday cheer, they’ll need to distract her long enough for dawn to break. 

Who better to distract an undead horse than cowboy-at-heart, Dean Winchester?

Link to Fic

[dirty-dirty-muggle]

So I read "Hours Lived" by dressagegrrrl, in which Snape loses an eye and wears an eyepatch as the war stretches beyond what we see in the books. I don't know why but the idea of Snape in an eyepatch is enticing, and so I was drawing in my sketchbook one day and had to draw it. So here he is, decrepit from hiding out in Grimmauld Place and in all his grumpy glory.

Also you should read the fic because it's fantastic. You know I love a good dark fic and this one delivers (with a happyish ending). It's SS/HG, of course.

[wwreversetropefest2024]

🎄 Just for fun 🎄

The deadline for the fest is dwindling down, but that doesn't mean you can't write a reverse trope for yourself! What's another common holiday trope you'd love to see twisted? 🎄

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[idreamofdraco]

The Drinny Fall Fic Fest authors have been revealed! There are 22 brand new Draco/Ginny stories and pieces of art. Check out the collection HERE!!

My story was Cat & Mouse, my first foray into a some light bondage and D/s dynamics. 🫣 READ IT HERE

[mistressheroine]

I Want Your Midnights by MistressHeroine

He threw her a smirk that slowly turned into a smile as her eyes widened in a silent plea for rescue. Holding up the pack of cigarettes, he inclined his head towards the balcony door and mouthed for her to meet him outside before he pushed his way a little more eagerly towards the door. Just as he slid the door open and stepped out into the chill December air, he watched Beth’s reflection as she excused herself. He felt the anticipation crackle through his blood as he placed a cigarette to his lips and lit it, inhaling deeply and feeling the buzz of the nicotine hit at the same time as he heard the door slide open again behind him. He turned and reached to close the door behind Beth as she stepped out onto the balcony to join him with two glasses of champagne in her hands.

A little later than I intended but her's my contribution to @ultimatebethylficlist New Year's Eve prompt 'Glitter'. It's also my first try at writing smut and I'm actually really proud of how this one turned out! Happy belated New Year everyone ❤️✨

[aeel88]

So here it is... Thank you to @1ddaddybrattyfest for this superb festival! I'm a bit shy about writing in the midst of some extremely talented people!

And, maybe I got lost in the middle, but I went where my Louis and my Harry took me...

I need to thank the wonderful @red-pandaaa . As always, who took the time to proofread me, correct me and make me think. This panda is fantastic! And they write, and make podfics. And ... a million Thanks Panda.

And thanks to @larrysballetslippers , for organising the fic fest!

And a last thanks to @1d-library full of Amazing people who help me everyday !

Here a little snip!

"So... Harry? Huh?" he asked with a smirk.

"I don't know what you mean," Louis retorted, curtly.

"Oh, come on, Loulou, if Liam can claim to have known you longer, I'm the one who reads you like an open book..." Zayn replied, still smiling.

"I don't know what you mean. Yes Harry? What Harry?" Louis asked, sharply.

"You like him..."

"I don't stand a chance," Louis said instead of denying, and it was too late to pull his words back by the time he realised.

"And may I ask why?" Zayn retorted, sharp, as if he himself had been insulted.

At this level, it's not even worth denying anymore so Louis just... relented.

"Did you look at him, Z? He... He could have anyone he wants, I don't even know if he's gay... But it's... He's got everything going for him... And me... I'm just boring and... Not interesting..."

"And where did that come from? Fucking Louis, since when!" Zayn whisper-shouted.

"Shut the fuck up. It's just the way it is. That's all it is. And I'm fine. I'm fine. And I don't feel like talking about it."

"Louis you can't... you've got no fucking right to think that! And not just about you!" Zayn insisted.

"Shhhht! Keep your fucking voice down!" Louis huffed, making a check in the mirror.

"You're very, very perfect just the way you are! We love you just the way you are! You can't... I forbid you to believe otherwise!"

"I never said I believed otherwise Z! I said I wouldn’t be his type!"

"You don't get to change for a guy," Zayn declared.

"I never said I would either," Louis retorted just as curtly and Zayn nodded once, decisively.

"Fucking right. We wouldn't have you any other way! Pain in the ass."

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[tmsstellison]

The TMS Stellison Holiday Fic-Fest Continues!

Christmas is coming fast, but we're not done with the Christmas prompts yet. If you want to participate (join us!), here are all the prompts. Here and there are our previous contributions, and here's what we've been writing since then:

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“I think we might have made too many cookies.”

December 24th Stuck in New York for the holidays, Cory’s housekeeper gives him a homework assignment.

Christmas on the Executive Floor Cory made an unreasonable amount of cookies. Stella is grumpy. Kyle is overwhelmed. It’s beginning to feel a lot like UBA Christmas!

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"That's… a lot of Christmas lights."

December 19th The UBN Christmas Party Decorating Committee went a bit overboard this year.

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“Where’s all your holiday spirit, you Scrooge?”

Chapter 2 of Corporate Christmas Cory brought a date at Cybil’s Christmas Party and Stella’s in a foul mood. Not that the latter has anything to do with the former.

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“You’re freezing!”

Chapter 3 of Corporate Christmas Back from the party, Stella ponders things. Cory things.

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“That’s a lot of snow.”

Warm Like Snow One office, two people, a million snowflakes.

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“Nice sweater.”

Who Would Wear It Better? Who’s ready for a Christmas sweaters battle?

December 20th No one likes small talk, especially at Christmas party, but UBN commits.

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And as a bonus, not an entry for a prompt, but still a Holiday-themed story:

Winter It's been over a year since they last saw each other. Bradley and Cory are now in very different places in their lives, and their paths have converged again. Will things be different now?

[drakathsillyrabbit]

Wearing a shirt that says "I LOVE MY HORRIBLE LITTLE ELF SON"

[kitsunespawz]

Did somebody say detective AU?

I made these for @woseary fic 'A debt in Blood' for au fest that you should really, REALLY read - it's a detective/murder mystery AU with horseheadfarms and convex, I have been running up walls since I even hear the summary and it's so gooood!!

I made a big colorful piece for this really really cool scene in chapter 8, but that's spoilers, so unfortunately you gotta wait <3

[ultimatebethylficlist]

#BHF24: Halloween

Macabre, Bones and Shadows by Piper1016

•I wrote this for Bethyl Holiday Fest 2024 - Halloween using the prompts Macabre (Chapter 1) Bones (Chapter 2) Shadows (Chapter 3) •In these three brief chapters, we follow Beth and Daryl at the funeral home as they find their footing living alone together. •Beth doesn't get kidnapped.

Shadows by SunshineDaisy90

Beth wakes up alone in the dark woods… Or does she? My entry for the Bethyl Holidays Fest 2024 with the prompt: Shadows.

Macabre, Bones and Shadows by Piper1016

•I wrote this for Bethyl Holiday Fest 2024 - Halloween using the prompts Macabre (Chapter 1) Bones (Chapter 2) Shadows (Chapter 3) •In these three brief chapters, we follow Beth and Daryl at the funeral home as they find their footing living alone together. •Beth doesn't get kidnapped.

Macabre, Bones and Shadows by Piper1016

•I wrote this for Bethyl Holiday Fest 2024 - Halloween using the prompts Macabre (Chapter 1) Bones (Chapter 2) Shadows (Chapter 3) •In these three brief chapters, we follow Beth and Daryl at the funeral home as they find their footing living alone together. •Beth doesn't get kidnapped.

BONUS HALLOWEEN-THEMED FIC:

Wich Witch Is Wich? by TheKingInGreene

A small collection of witchy Bethyl one-shots for your spooky season.

Thank you to everyone who submitted fics! Christmas and Valentine's Day prompts will be posted soon! Happy Halloween!

[im-immortal]

Small Miracles for BHF23: Silent Night

Beth Greene is not dead. Though it is not for a lack of trying. After eight long years spent in the CRM's grasp, struggling to find reasons to continue surviving, Beth finally finds her reason: Rick and Daryl are alive, and they are closer than she ever could've guessed. Now she must take advantage of her only opportunity to escape and track them down. Along the way, she revisits all of the places that changed her into who she has become. And she is forced to remember who she truly is at heart despite how unrecognizable she finds herself. But she has an unexpected ally along for the journey. Just the same as her, he is somewhat of a living miracle. Except he's no longer living… he's a walker.