#kristanna advent 2018

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December 5th- Like Other Girls Do

Universe: Modern AU

Rating: M (Mature, but no sex yet)

Length: 2287 Words

An extension of the “Is This Seat Taken” Universe I wrote a while back (Oh my God it was 2015!). This had to be broken into two separate pieces because it was becoming excessively long! So here we are Pt 1/2, strongly worded smut to follow!

Anna had never imagined that she would have planned out her “first time”. As soon as she was signed up for college, she had assumed that it would just happen some crazy night with a nice guy she met at a party or something like that. It was how it always seemed to happen on television and in the smutty novels she’d hidden under her bed in high school.

She’d been close with a freshman year boyfriend who had hardly been a boyfriend in any way that counted. He’d been interested in her for her name, had taken her out once or twice and had never kissed her, but had tried once or twice to get her into his bed. When she’d smartened up and left him, she’d tried to go on the rebound but had found it much easier to sit in her apartment with a container of chocolate ice-cream and a marathon of 90’s cartoons.

It had barely been a blink and she was in her senior year and with all her exams and the advent of boxed wine, her tub, and a waterproof battery powered boyfriend being a viable option, she hadn’t really given cherry popping much thought. Yet, she was on the bus back home with a man at her side that she hadn’t sought out in the slightest and they were both boiling over with a sort of nervous excitement.

He’d just finished work, she’d just finished her last final, and now a month into dating and dancing around the will they or won’t they, he’d anxiously and a bit sweetly asked and planned out a night for them to get to know one another in the biblical sense. He’d wanted to take her out to dinner, but she’d insisted on the takeout she was holding. Sitting through a meal with the anticipation of what they were going to do would ruin her appetite, she’d warned him, and she’d wanted her favorite Chinese as a reward for finishing out her schoolwork anyway. He’d offered to pick her up from school, but she’d wanted to take the bus, it was after all where they’d met in the first place, and it kept them from being alone in awkward silence. The hustle and bustle of others around them on the commute was enough to keep her from focusing on her own nervousness. Or at least she’d thought that it would be.

They’d decided that they’d do it at her apartment and she’d cleaned meticulously despite him having spent the night there on several occasions in the past. She’d washed the sheets and folded hospital corners into her bed. She’d bought herself her first set of lingerie that was meant to be sexy and was wearing it beneath her sun dress, hoping that it was the right thing to do to surprise him. It was what the girls did in the other, more adult, romance novels that she was now hiding under her bed.

She’d bought wine and she’d bought condoms and she’d counted the steps between her bed and her bathroom. She’d bought a copy of Cosmo, she’d thrown out the copy of Cosmo, she’d been too embarrassed to check out the copy of the Kama Sutra from the library and she’d overthought every single way in which the event could go down. She’d done her research, started birth control, cried a lot from both the research and the birth control and now with tonight being the night, meticulously planned and thought out, she felt like she was going to be sick.

Another crowd loaded onto the bus and Anna looked down at her feet. She knew she had no business being as nervous as she was after four years of it being anything but a big deal, and yet she was anxious. She’d always been of the mentality that it would “happen when it happened” and now she was planning and counting down seconds and wondering when exactly she’d lost her nonchalance. Her leg was bouncing, and she was stricken by curiosity as to why her younger self hadn’t worried more about the act.

She felt his arm wrap around her shoulder gently. He was warm and solid at her side, pulling her tight to him as strangers took seats at their sides.

“Cold?” he asked, and she realized that she was shaking more than she’d thought. The May heat had been unseasonably sweltering, but with the sun having gone down, the thin fabric of her sundress, and the air conditioning of the bus she was feeling a bit chilly.

She nodded. It was the easier answer, and it was at least partially true. Of course, she was almost entirely certain that he knew there was more to it than that, but he was pulling her closer against him and taking off his denim jacket to rest it over her shoulders.

She didn’t know quite why she was tearing up, but she ducked her head back down and snuggled into his jacket, feeling overwhelmed. She could feel his hand running up and down her arm gently through the fabric and she closed her eyes and focused on it. The noise around her settled into a hum and she allowed herself to be comforted by the way he pressed his lips to her hair as they rode along.

Kristoff, for all his nervousness and gentlemanly nature, had never shied away from tasteful public displays of his affection for her. Anna appreciated it, particularly now that she needed it. Despite the source of her nervousness being attached to him, and what they’d be doing soon, she found that his warmth and affection was just as comforting as it always was. He always knew just how to help her, and even from their first meeting, he always had.

When the bus stopped, he picked up their takeout and lead her from the bus with his hand in hers. The air outside was less chill, but Anna felt comfortable still wearing his jacket. Now that they were just minutes away from being in her apartment, she found her nervousness fading to the background somewhat. For all her concerns, she was with Kristoff, and if she’d learned anything in the past months, it was that everything was okay when she was at his side.

“You know we don’t have to do anything,” he whispered as they entered her building’s elevator together.

It sent a pleasant chill down her spine to hear him address it. His voice was low and husky and while she knew that he meant what he was saying, she could also tell that he was looking forward getting her into bed. That alone was enough to get her feeling a bit warm.

The lobby had been quiet, and she hadn’t seen many lights on as they’d approached the building. It was too early for everyone to be in bed and so she determined that most of her neighbors were enjoying a nice evening out. She wouldn’t complain about the matter given that someone hearing them through the walls or floor had been one of the concerns she’d spent hours overthinking.

“I want to,” she said in response, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks, “It’s just that… you know I’ve never…”

He nodded, “And you know I haven’t either.”

She nodded. It was uncharted territory for them both. The furthest they’d gone before had been a bit of heavy petting that had made her feel like a teenager again and had left her wanting more. She couldn’t help but to wonder what exactly he had in mind for the evening given that she’d worried about everything else.

The elevator dinged when they reached her floor and he gestured to let her out first. Her apartment was the furthest from the elevator and she felt as if the hallway was endless as she walked toward her door. He was close behind her as they made their way, and she was careful to keep his jacket from falling off her shoulder as she dug into the pockets of her dress for her keys.

When the door was finally within reach, she fumbled a bit with the lock, but managed to open it and enter her home. It had been meticulously cleaned and it still smelled like lemon cleaner, which hit her when she opened the door. It was partially because of what he was coming over to do, and partially because she liked to clean to avoid studying. She’d managed to hack her sense of accomplishment by counting a clean house as something just as positive as a book chapter read. It had done little for her education, but quite a lot for her mental health.

She heard the door close behind them and she toed off her shoes slowly as he removed his and brought the food to the kitchen table. Her apartment was small, and as such there weren’t a lot of places, she could hide to recompose herself. He could clearly see her nervousness as she hung his jacket up, and she could feel his eyes on her.

His arms were around her again. He held her tight, but not restrictively, around her waist and she sighed when he leaned down to press his forehead into hers.

“I know I just said it, so I won’t again. I want you to be comfortable, okay? Nothing you don’t want.”

Anna closed her eyes and sighed. She hated her lack of confidence when she was usually the one taking the lead. It was just that she didn’t like the sense of not knowing what she was doing at all. Normally she had enough of a sense of the things that she was getting into with him that she felt at least somewhat comfortable, but now there was no amount of reading and research that made her feel ready for a practical application.

“Kris, can we just… sit on the couch and see where it goes? I’m sorry. I thought I’d be ready, but I’m not sure.”

He didn’t respond, but she felt herself being swept up into his arms and when they reached her couch, he set her down carefully before sitting at her side. He pressed a kiss to her cheek and she could feel his smile against her skin. He was close to her side, but she knew that he wasn’t going to get any closer until she did. He’d always been good about barriers, always apologizing if he thought for even a moment that he’d overstepped a boundary and always going out of his way in every context to make sure she felt comfortable.

The way he behaved when it came to her comfort was one of the many reasons why she’d wanted to become intimate with him in the first place and was certainly what had lead her to want to take things to a new level.

She swung her legs up onto his lap, a pretense which was more for her benefit than for his when it came to taking things slow as she’d just asked. She knew that she’d be in his lap entirely within moments but nudging her legs onto him first felt like a good place to start.

Kristoff’s hand went to her legs and, still leaned in, he shifted from her cheek to the edge of her jaw, kissing slowly down to her chin and then back up until his lips met hers fully. His hand was running up and down the tops of her legs slowly, always staying below her hemline, but teasing at the skin that was just at the line.

She kissed him back and leaned into it, feeling so much more comfortable in the charted waters of a couch make out session that she was emboldened by his affections. Her thighs spread apart, and she shifted herself, as expected, into his lap, her legs on either side of his. His hand moved north, but not dramatically so such that his hands were gripping her hips as she was moving her body closer to his.

The moments where she had to break their kiss to move felt like a travesty, and she was quick to recapture his lips each time. She liked to kiss him, especially when she was the one leading and deepening their contact. She enjoyed his allowing her to be in charge and when she bucked her hips forward against him, she swallowed the groan that left his lips.

All the articles she’d read and mental checklists she’d written escaped her when she felt his hands grip her hips more tightly than he had before and when she’d felt him pressing into her through her panties. Her skirt was already hiked up around her, fabric shoved to the spaces between them that she could stomach to have space between. She couldn’t think of how to move, so she pivoted her hips on instinct, kissing him as she did so until she could no longer differentiate between his panting and her moaning.

His hands were under her skirt and her lips were on his neck by the time she had the good sense to realize that her fears had been abolished and her confidence had been built back up to acceptable levels.

“Could we maybe take this to my bedroom now?” She asked, panting against his hot skin, lips tasting like sweat and feeling swollen.

“Oh God yes!” Was his response as he stood and carried her with her legs wrapped around his waist toward her bedroom door.

She could only smile into his neck in response, feeling for the first time in the day that she had nothing to worry about.

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December 8th- NyQuil and Lumberjack Fantasies

Universe: Modern AU

Rating: T (Teen & Up Audiences)

Length:1516 Words

A little bit of fluff based on this really cute post that @kristanna sent me. And if you’re thinking, oh, Emily only ever writes sick Anna when she’s sick then you would be 100% correct. 2018 is taking one last shot at murdering me and it’s right before the holidays. I might not finish Advent this year, but I’m going to try my damnedest.

Anna sneezed for what felt like the hundredth time in an hour and wiped her nose with the sleeve of her hoodie. She’d recently finished a bowl of soup and crackers and had the feeling that she’d be falling asleep on the couch very soon. The reruns of Star Trek on the television no longer held her attention and she knew that it was for the best anyway. A long nap might provide her immune system with some time to work against whatever evil had invaded her body.

As soon as she laid back onto the couch and closed her eyes her cell phone rang and with only slight irritation, she lifted it to her ear and croaked out a scratchy greeting.

“Ooof, not feeling better then I take it?”

Anna pouted, less so due to the comment and more because of her own irritation with her illness. She would get sick right before the Holidays. It was her luck entirely to fall ill on one of the busiest times of the year for her. She was only lucky that as a school teacher she was already on break because the only thing that was worse than being sick during the holidays was being sick and working on the holidays.

“I feel like I’ve been run over by a reindeer,” she groaned, her head had been pounding all day as if she had been hit quite hard, but it was all due to whatever bacteria or virus had made its way into her system. She still hadn’t managed to figure out what illness she’d caught from her students, but she was mentally cursing out their parents for not keeping them home. It always seemed like she had the greatest number of ill students right before winter break and she was sure that it was because the looming threat of having the kids home all day made parents try to keep them in school for as many days as they could before.

“At least it’s festive,” he mused from the other side of the line and Anna could hardly be upset with him. Despite his teasing he was truly sorry for her illness and although he had to go in for work, he’d spent his morning making her tea and setting her up on the couch.

“I’d much rather be decorating the tree or baking,” she said in return, “though it’s not all bad, because it means you’re out doing the last-minute shopping and I’m not trying to elbow an old lady away from the last ham in the city.”

He snort-laughed and she grinned, closing her eyes against the light in their Livingroom and imagining his smile instead. He had a perfect smile, the sort from which there was no doubt that he was happy or amused. He didn’t half smile, when he was pleased, his face all but glowed.

“Luckily for me I’ve already got the bulk of the shopping done. I just thought I’d give you a call because I wanted to pick you up a last little something. I thought we’d snuggle up on the couch together tonight…well after I Lysol it…”

She booed him while smiling in response and then let him continue with a chuckle.

“Anyway I thought we’d sit together and read. I know you’ve finished everything on your shelf… maybe even twice, so I’ve got a few books here and I’m going to read you their back blurbs and you’re going to pick one.”

“Kristoff Bjorgman! You can’t be giving me an early gift! It’s Christmas Eve Eve!”

“I think you’ll see that I can Princess. Now I’m going to read and you’re going to pick one or I will. Later I’m going to give it to you completely unwrapped and we’re going to relax and while you read it I’m going to love the sick right out of you.”

Anna couldn’t help but agree. It was very rare that Kristoff was the insistent one and she could hardly say no to the prospect of his pampering her. She’d be half mad not to accept.

“Okay so this one’s called Mistletoe & Murder, ‘Veronica Marsden gets the Christmas gift of a lifetime when a rakish nobleman asks for her hand in marriage. As an educated woman beginning her own detective agency in the man’s world of 1920’s London she’ll have to decide whether her heart lies with her work or with Lord Reginald Kingsley. Everything is complicated when a murder occurs beneath the mistletoe at the biggest society event of the year and her beau finds himself at the center of the investigation. Will Veronica be able to clear his name? And what of his proposal? Will she have her Christmas Pudding and eat it too?’”

“Sounds promising if not a bit involved… what does the cover look like?”

“Well it’s got a mostly naked man on the front with a woman wielding a gun who otherwise looks straight out of Downton Abbey.”

“Oh, very promising then.”

“Alright book number two has a man in similar undress on the cover, but this time the woman’s half naked as well and her hands are on his chest. They both look like they’re pretty oiled up. It says, ‘Elenore was thrilled to spend the week before Christmas travelling abroad to the castles whose architecture she’d studied in college, but she quickly changes her tune when she finds herself snowed in and spending her holidays in a remote village in the heart of Romania. The dark and handsome lord of the castle is charming but harbors a dark secret. She begins to wonder whether she’ll need more than her favorite turtleneck to survive the season, and more importantly whether she wants to survive it at all.”

Anna smiled, “A remnant of the great vampire obsession of ’08?”

“No, Christmas with the Count is shockingly not a bargain book and the copyright is from just last year. It was collecting dust though and I know you love an underdog.”

She laughed at that, feeling a bit less exhausted now that he had her attention faced towards bad romance novels. He always did know how to cheer her up. “I do love an underdog, one gave me a wedding ring.”

“Hey!” he said, feigning offense, “Just because I had no idea how to talk to you when we met and had to ask you if I could kiss you before I even attempted on the end of our second date doesn’t mean that I’m an underdog.”

“Well given what that vampire probably gets from that oiled up college grad without a first date, I think you might be a little bit of an underdog, but hey, I picked a good one didn’t I?”

She heard him try to stifle a laugh and snuggled down into the couch a bit more. She might nap yet, but only for the short while it took for him to finish his shopping and arrive back home. She did want to be well rested for his return. She was going to hold him to a bit of cuddling.

“Alright, last one I’ve found for you. It’s called Christmas at the Cabin and the blurb reads, “Belle Christian has always played it safe, but when her car breaks down on her way to her sister’s annual Christmas party she finds herself on the doorstep of a stranger’s cabin with no cell service for miles. The roads quickly become too unsafe to drive on, the power goes out, and she finds herself totally reliant on sexy stranger and expert woodsman Geoff Johnston as they spend the Holidays trapped in his cabin. Belle decides that playing it safe isn’t nearly as fun as finding creative ways to spend their time together.”

“Oh I do love a good lumberjack fantasy.”

“I wonder why?” he said, certainly proud of himself and in excellent humor. Given the fact that they often went camping together and that he as such was quite often found with a axe in hand, her reasons were very clear to them both.

“All I’m saying is if the book is good enough, I feel well enough, and you wear a flannel you might end up with an early Christmas gift as well.”

She was feeling better already.

“I take it that you’d like that one then? And a bottle of non-drowsy nyquil?”

“You know me so well Mr. Bjorgman.”

“I try my best Mrs. Bjorgman.” Her heart still fluttered a bit at the sound of him calling her his wife, “I’m going to pick up a few more gifts for my folks and Elsa if you think I can be trusted and then I’ll head home and start dinner?”

“That sounds like a dream come true.”

“Like a lumberjack fantasy come true?”

She smiled, “Well that depends on you now doesn’t it?”

She hit the end button on the call and pulled the throw blanket up over her waist before closing her eyes again. She had a feeling he was running toward the check out and the bookstore that very moment.

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December 1st- Ink

Universe: Modern AU, Tattoo Artist! Kristoff Rating: M (Mature for non-descriptive sexual content & innuendo and Anna said fuck once) Length: Words 4184

You can blame a few people for this one. @frozenmusings for that artwork of Viking! Kristoff with the sleeve tat that I couldn’t find when I was writing but is absolutely gorgeous. And @karis-the-fangirl and @upthenorthmountain for reminding me how badly I wanted a tattoo artist AU when they posted about “tit for tat” which I still desperately want you to write.

Anyway, sorry for the lateness! Here we go!

This wasn’t his first rodeo. It wasn’t even his tenth. He’d heard every argument in the books and his counter argument was the same every single time, no matter how people yelled or how many eyelashes were batted at him.

“You’re not making this decision with a clear head, so I’m sorry. The answer is no.”

She looked like she was about to cry and he steeled himself. Kristoff Bjorgman had never been the type of man to be shaken from his convictions by a few tears. He had been called ‘no-nonsense’, ‘determined’ and even occasionally ‘obstinate’, but he’d never been afraid to live up to everyone.

It didn’t mean he was heartless.

He sighed and reached for the box of tissues on his desk, ready to hand them over in a moment’s notice. The distraught young woman before him, a pretty little redhead with freckles and blue eyes full of emotion, had come into his shop for a walk-in consultation but she’d pushed him to take it from a consultation to an appointment within the first ten minutes.

It was hardly unheard of. He’d been willing to work on a walk in several times in the past, but the last thing he wanted to do was put ink to skin on an emotional tattoo virgin. He knew implicitly that it was a horrible plan because impulse tats always came with regrets. He wasn’t going to tattoo her for the same reasons he wouldn’t tattoo someone drunk or high and he’d explain it to her before or after she cried it out.

“Look,” he said, already offering her a tissue with a sad smile, “It’s nothing personal. There’s about six shops on this side of town that would do this for you, no questions asked, but you walked into mine and I only tattoo people when I think they’re in the right headspace. You’ve never had a tattoo before and you look like you’re about to breakdown. So if you want you can leave and find someone else, or I can sketch something for you and you can come back in a week or so and tell me then if you still want it. Fair?”

She huffed out a sigh that sounded a little strangled to him, like she was choking down a sob, but she didn’t take a tissue from him and folded her hands in her lap calmly. She was staring through him as she weighed her options and he wondered if she was taking the time to truly decide or whether she was just trying to calm herself down.

“That’s fair. I knew I should have just dyed my hair or something… but I…” she stopped for a moment and closed her eyes. Whatever she had to say it was easier for her to not look at him when she did. “I’ve wanted one for a while and he never let…”

Her eyes opened again and she looked down at her own folded hands. Suddenly despite the open air style of his studio, their interaction felt intimate. He blamed it on the lack of other people in the shop. Even his dog Sven who usually greeted the customers at the door was off on some other canine errand and Kristoff wasn’t sure whether he wanted him to return or not to break the tension.

“Bad break up?”

He didn’t know why he was asking. It was private information. He didn’t need to know why she was distraught, he just needed to make sure she knew why he wouldn’t ink her while she was in such a state.

Despite the occupational hazard of small talk that came with his job, kind of like a bartender or hairdresser, Kristoff had never been the type to initiate conversation. He figured he was generally well liked, given his number of return customers, but he had a feeling it had more to do with his work and clean shop than it did his conversational skills. He’d always been content to listen than to pry or talk about any concern of his own.

But this girl, Anna, seemed like she was ready to explode and maybe he was beginning to soften a bit for a pretty face. No one was around to see it, so he decided that he was allowed.

She looked at him with a bit of shock on her face, but it quickly disappeared, and she nodded.

“I won’t bore you with the details,” she said, her voice cracking in a way that he could feel in his chest, “But this is the first time in a long time that I’ve been able to make a decision for myself… and I’m sorry… I should have thought it through before I came here to bother you, it’s just. God. I wanted to belong to myself again. Does that make sense? He hated women with tattoos and I’d always liked them, so it seemed like a good way to say ‘good riddance’.”

He nodded. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard something like this from someone just coming out of a relationship. Hell, he’d almost done it himself when he’d been a dumb seventeen year old and he’d found out his first and last girlfriend had been kissing every guy in the grade. He was glad he didn’t of course, but Anna seemed to have a bit more conviction and twice as good of a reason.

“It makes sense. But if it makes sense to you now it’ll make sense to you in a week, yeah? I don’t do this very often, but uh, well if you want after I draw it up for you I can transfer it on you and Sharpie it on so you can see what it’d be like for the week give or take. It won’t look as great, but it might help with… you know, uh what you’re feeling.”

He wondered if he was blushing. He hadn’t blushed in a long time, after all he’d tattooed enough naked women to be over getting embarrassed for the rest of his life, but there was something about approaching her feelings, a stranger, that made him feel flushed. There was a part of his head that told him it was justified by something between the way he desperately wanted to make her smile and the way he wanted to go drop her ex-boyfriend into the nearest body of water with a pair of cement shoes.

She smiled at that and he practically melted into his chair. She was still teary eyed and a bit exhausted looking, but there was a little light in her eyes that told him that it may have been the kindest thing someone had done for her in a very long time. It made him want to be even nicer.

“So a sunflower right?”

“Please!”

                                                               ***

Anna laid awake in her bed, tracing the faux tattoo on her bare shoulder with one finger as she held her book open with the other hand. She couldn’t keep her mind on reading it. She was too excited for her appointment first thing in the morning where it would be made permanent.

She closed her eyes and remembered how kind Kristoff had been when she stumbled into his tattoo parlor a complete wreck. He hadn’t needed to go out of his way to draw the line art onto her, but he had. He’d explained it off as if it were just something to do on a slow day, but she for all her past trouble understanding intentions, had seen right through it. He was a good man and he had been sweeter to her than anyone had been in a very long time.

She hoped that she was going to be able to keep it together when she arrived in the morning.

Setting the book down and laying back into the bed she realized how most of her excitement wasn’t even about the tattoo, though she was thrilled to be finally getting it and her week-long trial period had left her without any doubts, a major part of the excitement was owing to the fact that she was going to see him and his hands were going to be on her again. She could still feel the ghost of his calloused finger pads on her freckled shoulder. He’d been gentle in his machinations, his hand resting and shifting gently across her skin as he moved the marker, fingers patting powder onto the ink to keep it from smearing as he worked, and she’d almost sworn that once or twice his fingers swiped at her skin wholly unnecessarily. She was likely wrong, her imagination running wild that he’d found her something beyond a weepy mess, and yet she’d sworn he’d been blushing at least a little bit when he helped her slip her shirt back over her shoulder. Of course he was a gentleman, maybe he blushed every time he laid his hands on a lady for his work.

She smiled to herself and tried her best to fall asleep.

 Somehow I seriously doubt it.

                                                              ***

“Fuck!”

Kristoff chuckled. He couldn’t help himself.

“Anna, I just touched your shoulder, I haven’t even set up the gun yet.”

She felt herself going red and closed her eyes, as if her blocking out her own vision of the space around her could hide how embarrassing she was being. She had been so excited the night before, and now she was a mess. She’d never been very good at pain and despite Kristoff’s repeated promise that the first few minutes were the worst and that the pain dulls fast, it was all she could do to keep herself from shaking from her nerves alone.

“I know! I know! I’m sorry! I don’t mean to be so nervous! I’m sorry!”

He shook his head. Her eyes were closed tight. It was nothing new to him, scared first time clients were just a part of the business. What wasn’t run of the mill was the way he wanted to reach out and tuck a few stray hairs behind her ear and maybe cup her jaw and maybe tell her how he’d be happy to just spend the rest of the day in her presence with or without tattooing her despite the fact that he also very much wanted to mark her in a way he’d never wanted to do any other client in his six year career.

He settled on the safest bet and tried to erase the others from his mind.

“Don’t be sorry. You’re my only appointment today, so we don’t have to start until you’re feeling good about it. And if you want to back out, that’s fine too.”

“No. I want to do this.” She opened her eyes to see that he was still sitting to her side. His eyes were on her and she could see that there was no judgement there. “Plus you said it won’t even be that bad.”

He shook his head, “I don’t want to make it sound like a walk in the park or anything, but yeah most people agree the shoulder is the least painful.”

“What do you think though?”

He smiled that she wanted to know what he thought specifically. He wasn’t one of the artists that was head to toe ink, but he’d had a few pieces done since he’d started in the field at eighteen. He hadn’t ever had one on his shoulder specifically, but the sleeve on his right arm had started on his shoulder and had worked down his arm. He was certain that despite the intricacy of the design that it had been far less painful than the tattoo on his chest.

He shrugged off his flannel and watched Anna’s eyes go wide as she caught sight of his arm. He tried his best not to react as he tugged up the sleeve on the t-shirt beneath, so she could see his shoulder. It was hardly impressive compared to some of the sleeves he’d seen on others, or even compared to some he’d done himself, but he liked it well enough and judging by Anna’s reaction it seemed that she found it impressive.

It was a piece of Norse knotwork, a recreation of a wood carving in the wall of a 12th-century stave church that he longed to visit in person. The curves moved up his arm, lightly shaded to let the knotwork stand out against his skin, curves of lines following the contours of his arm that moved like living things along with him.

“Honestly it was my third tattoo, so I had stuff to compare it to, but I didn’t think it was that bad. I mean it’s going to be painful, but I promise it won’t be too much for you to handle and we can take all the breaks you want or need.”

Kristoff watched like it was in slow motion as she reached out to touch his arm gently. Her finger followed the path of one of the knots from his elbow up to his shoulder and he could scarcely breathe. She was so focused on what she was doing, as if it were wholly natural for her to touch him and he was enjoying it.

“I was a foster kid,” he said, the words tumbling from his lips without meaning to. He wasn’t the sharing sort. “When I was sixteen a family offered to adopt me but I didn’t want to be a burden and they kept me anyway. When I turned eighteen they still wanted me, they supported me and I wouldn’t be here without them. When I turned twenty they helped me figure out where I came from, one of those DNA tests and when I realized I was Norwegian… I sort of ran with it and honored it the only way I knew how.”

Anna blinked then pulled her hand away as if burned. She opened her mouth to apologize, but she saw his smile and stopped herself. He was already telling her there was nothing to apologize for.

“It suits you,” she said quietly, trying to subdue her blush as she chided herself about personal space as if she were a child again. It wasn’t his fault that she was attracted to him, that she’d forgotten completely how to act around other people.

“Thank you,” he said. And he meant it.

He pulled his flannel back on and cleared his throat. He meant it and that meant he had to remember where he was, what he was doing. Anna was sweet and beautiful and above all else she was his client. He needed to shake all the thoughts from his mind about how much he would enjoy letting her trace all his tattoos as he traced all her curves with his mouth.

“So how are you feeling about all of this now?”

She glanced around the room for a moment. Despite the fact that there was no one else in the shop and the fact that she didn’t need to strip down beyond her tank top to get her tattoo he’d brought her to a private room. She noticed it now, the bits and baubles that made it his more than the rest of his shop. There were flannels on a hook by the door that all looked well worn. A few clearly had been sewn back up on the elbows with patches. The flash on the wall was all hand drawn Thor’s hammers, Odin’s eyes, and more knotwork like what was present on his arm. In the corner of the room was a large dog bed for Sven, his wolfhound mix that was currently holding down the fort outside the closed door.

“Suddenly very good.”

“Okay,” he said, giving her a smile as he started off prepping her arm by removing the last of the sharpie on her arm, “If you start to feel not very good tell me, okay? You’ve got a little time before we start.”

She smiled back, “I, um… I don’t think that’s going to be an issue. I’m feeling a bit better now.”

“Good, I’m going to talk you through what I’m doing so I don’t scare you again, okay?”

Anna lost herself in the process, relaxing back onto the chair as he wiped away the temporary ink, shaved away the fine hair on her shoulder, and applied the pattern to her skin with transfer paper. His voice, walking her through the steps was soothing, though she barely paid attention to his words as she relaxed herself completely.

She had decided that she was in excellent hands, and the gentle touches of his hands on her made her wish she were with him for something more than business. She wished that he’d slip the gloves from his hands and change course for someplace a little more exciting than her shoulder. She bit her lip at the thought and was then pulled from her reverie by his voice calling her name.

“Anna? Are you ready?”

The calm evaporated, and she was suddenly all to aware of the fact that she was just moments away from getting her first tattoo.

“As I’ll ever be, I’m afraid.”

Kristoff could see her anxiety returning and he could understand it. It’d been more than six years since his first and he could still remember nearly wanting to vomit the whole time. He couldn’t really relate any more, but he felt a lot of empathy for her.

“Okay, keep your arm still alright? If it gets to be too much or you need a break or feel like you’re going to pass out or you need a drink or anything at all, you tell me, okay? I’m going to take care of you.”

He really wanted to take care of her.

“I’m getting a sunflower because before my parents passed away, we had a family camp up in the mountains and there were fields of sunflowers on the drive up.”

He hadn’t asked, but he appreciated her telling him anyway. She hadn’t asked about his and she’d appreciated him telling her anyway. There was a weight hanging in the air between them, something that was about their sharing and about something more. She could almost feel the pressure of it and then it dissipated pleasantly when she heard his voice.

“I’m honored you picked me to do it.”

“I’m honored you agreed.”

And with that she nodded, and she felt like her sister’s cat Olaf had decided to go to town on her shoulder.

“Ah!”

He didn’t mean to hush her gently when it came out of his mouth and he didn’t mean to quietly apologize to her either.

“Sorry Anna, I know it hurts, it’ll be alright in a moment, trust me.”

She clenched her jaw and closed her eyes. She was fairly certain it didn’t even hurt all that much and that it was more the foreignness of the situation that made it all seem worse. She focused on breathing through her nose and fought back against the little tears in the corner of her eyes.

“Hey, hey, don’t tense up. It’s okay, you’re doing great! Relax a bit and it’ll get better okay?”

“Easy for you to say.”

He couldn’t help but smile at that, “I know, do you want me to stop?”

“No, no, I think I’ll get used to it in a minute or two.”

He focused on keeping his hand steady after that, following the curves of the pattern as he created petals of ink on her skin. He wiped away gently at the blood and ink that appeared on her shoulder with the pinpricks the machine’s needles made in her skin. She was holding perfectly still, and he found he was able to work along at a nice pace as he focused on inking her skin.

Anna was somewhat surprised when she relaxed again and thought for a moment how amazing it was that what was once painful was now entirely bearable. Shortly after this realization came, she found the courage to glance in her periphery at what he was doing and how far along they were.

He was sexy when he was focused. She’d already decided it within a moment of laying eyes on him as he focused on tattooing her. If it weren’t for the fact that she had the state of mind not to, she would tell him so. She wondered if anyone had ever told him before.

That was when she felt a change again, but it wasn’t for the worse.

“Ah! Kristoff!”

She heard the gun stop before she realized what had happened, or even registered the sounds she’d made. A throaty moan, and then a needy call of his name followed by silence.

She could only imagine the shade of crimson she was as he looked at her nervously, likely trying to figure out what he had done to hurt her when she was the opposite of hurt beyond the ache in her arm.

“Are you alright?”

Anna had no idea how to respond to that. She felt hot and exhausted and embarrassed and she hadn’t thought that she could have made a bigger fool of herself, but somehow, she’d managed.

It clicked when he saw how she looked away from him suddenly, her body going from lax to stiff faster than he could say “that’s the first orgasm I’ve ever given a woman”, which he of course had the good sense not to say.

“Oh.”

“I should not be allowed in public. I’m a menace, oh my God. I’m so sorry!”

He, after spending half the session thinking less than gentlemanly thoughts about what he would do with her if she ever wanted to see him for non-tattoo purposes, immediately felt guilty.

“Why are you sorry? I mean… I know what just... but why would you be…?”

She was mortified. She couldn’t even answer him as she was trying to make mental plans as to how she was going to go the rest of her life with a half a sunflower on her shoulder. She had already paid him, she could bolt now and live with it. She didn’t think she could ever have anyone else tattoo her ever again.

“Anna, it happens. I mean… never to me, or someone I’ve been tattooing, but I’ve heard it happens. Usually with thigh and hip tattoos, but it happens, and you don’t need to be embarrassed.”

“Yes I do!” she replied before she could think any better of it, “I do because I’m recently single and there’s supposed to be a ‘mourning period’ you know? And you’ve been so nice to me and I’ve been zoning out thinking about what else you could do with your hands and I…”

She trailed off and he blinked.

“You’ve been thinking about…”

“I have to leave here and never come back, don’t I?” she said, already judging how fast she could get out the door.

“Well if you do I have to as well because I’ve been thinking about the same sort of thing.”

“Wait… what?”

Kristoff sighed and bemoaned his lack of experience with women beyond a few bad dates. There was no way that this was a normal way to tell her that he was interested in her, but normal fell by the wayside a while ago for them.

“Look I think you’re a very attractive woman and since you walked into my shop last week you’ve been on my mind and I’ll admit to thinking some things about you that I probably shouldn’t think about a client. I don’t want that to freak you out though and I know we’re here alone and you… well just know I’m not upset and I’m not going to act on anything because until I get this tattoo done there’s a power imbalance here and I’m not that kind of guy.”

Anna held her breath for a moment. She thought about pinching herself until the ache in her arm told her she certainly wasn’t dreaming.

“What about after?”

“After what?”

He was confused and embarrassed and already thinking about the other places in town he would trust enough to finish her tattoo for her given the fact that she’d probably not want him to finish it.

“After you finish my tattoo… I mean I understand the concept of not fraternizing with your customers, but after you’re done?”

He couldn’t believe what she was saying and he had to take a moment to connect her words to meaning in his mind.

“Then,” he said finally coming to his senses to blot away the excess ink on her arm gently, “I suppose if you… if we… I uh, would want to do things right. Maybe after I finish your tattoo I’ll take you out to dinner?”

“Maybe after you finish, I’ll kiss you and tell you dinner sounds great?”

“Then maybe I should get to it? If you’re feeling ready?”

Anna nodded, wondering if ‘doing things right’ meant he’d do the things she’d been imagining to her after dinner. She wanted to see what he could do with his hands when he was trying to make her feel something. While he’d blamed it on the tattoo gun she was pretty certain her few moments of bliss had been owing more to his proximity and her keen imagination. She wondered what it might be like not to imagine.

“Absolutely.”

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December 6th- Like Only We Do

Universe: Modern AU

Rating: M (SEX. Kristoff is a cunning linguist.)

Length: 3150 Words

Here’s some straight up smut. I will not apologize. A follow up to Like Other Girls Do.

He was above her on the bed and her hips were grinding into his. They were still fully clothed and yet Anna felt barer than she’d ever been. The voice in the back of her head that was startled that she was doing this, that she was finally doing this, was hushed and tucked away alongside the one that murmured about traditional ideals and white dresses. She’d long since stopped caring about them. The only thing that mattered anymore was her and Kristoff.

The tables had turned once he’d been given the go ahead to take her to bed. She imagined that they looked like one of the borderline erotic paintings she’d discussed in her classes, flushed skin and dark eyes as he ducked down to capture her lips in another kiss and she tangled her fingers into his hair. He had taken charge and she was loving it.

The way he was looking at her with a mixture of hunger and adoration made her melt back onto the sheets and savor every kiss he pressed to her swollen lips. She knew implicitly that love was supposed to feel like it did when he pressed his body into hers. It gave her the same sense of joy that always came when he told her that he loved her, but with the added thrill of anticipation of what was to come.

He pulled her up into a kneeling position and continued to kiss her, his hands moving to her sides, pressing her as flush to him as their position would allow before exploring her sides and back with his fingers. Hers were still twisting and tugging at strands of his hair, guiding his lips via tugs when she wanted his lips to move to her neck and back again.

She jumped when his mouth moved to her ear and his teeth scraped gently over the very bottom of the lobe. She grew hotter when she heard his chuckle, warm and deep in response. He’d evidently received his desired response from her and while she was flushed, she could hardly complain. The unexpected wandering and nip was exciting and had her coming to the realization that her straight-laced virgin boyfriend had some tricks up his sleeve that already had her heart racing.

She felt his fingers shift slowly from her sides and to her lower back. She leaned her forehead against his as he moved his hands slowly from the small of her back to the space between her shoulders. His fingers stopped on the line between fabric and flesh and she knew that he was holding onto her dress’s zipper with one hand while the other made small circles on the fabric with his fingers.

His eyes were closed when she managed to open hers. He looked as flushed as she felt, and yet despite it he seemed very composed when he addressed her.

“May I?” he asked, flicking the zipper with his finger for good measure.

She pressed forward, nudging his nose gently with hers, the intimacy of the moment having changed rapidly, but in a manner she found equally as exciting. It was odd to her that she would feel turned on by a question, but she liked to have the power to make or break the moment, and more than anything she’d ever wanted, she wanted to make the moment.

“Please.”

Kristoff groaned in response and in despite the space between their hips, intentional on his part she was certain, she swore she felt his reaction to her words. She smiled a bit devilishly in return. He liked it when she said please, and it was important information she decided would be best filed away for later.

His lips were against the skin where her shoulder met her neck and as she felt him slowly unzipping her dress, her hands went to work on the bottom edge of his white t-shirt. If she was going to lose her only layer, he was going to lose at least one.

In response he shifted back from her so that she could tug his shirt up and when he helped her remove it, it was tossed haphazardly elsewhere in the room. Her dress followed in similar fashion.

“Oh!”

Anna nearly laughed at his reaction when he looked at what she was still wearing. She imagined that she would have a similar response had their roles been reversed, but it still amused her to see him look so flustered when just moments before he’d appeared so confident.

The bra and panty set were simple and quite conservative for what could be in good conscious sold as lingerie, black lace over red fabric for both the bra and the bikini style bottoms. He seemed at a loss for what to say about them, and while Anna knew he’d seen her in her bra before, she had the sudden realization that he probably had never taken one off a woman.

“It hooks in the front,” she said, her voice sounding breathless to her own ears as she leaned forward, giving him an excellent view of her décolletage.

His hands went towards her front and she relaxed into the touch of his fingers brushing against her skin as they moved toward the clasp. Her fingers followed his there when he hesitated. His hands had been up her shirt before, under her bra, but never without it. Her hands rested against his and lead him gently through the push and slide required to detach the two sides.

When she slipped it from her shoulders he groaned and she arched her back to give him a better view. The fact that he was so flustered made her bold and she moved her hands to the waistband of his jeans. For every layer he took off her, she was going to take one off him, fair was fair after all and there was no sense in being shy.

She didn’t need to even bother asking, because he was tugging his pants off the moment, she popped his button open. She couldn’t help but to stifle a giggle when he wrestled them off swiftly and pulled her down to the bed.

He was above her again, his lips on hers before impatiently working their way down her neck and to her breasts. In return her hands wandered across his bare back, rubbing gently at his shoulders and moving lower. She grabbed his butt and couldn’t hold back a laugh when she felt him jump.

“Geeze Feistypants,” he chuckled out in return before ducking back down to capture a nipple in his mouth.

Anna jumped in kind and moaned out when the hand he wasn’t using to prop himself up went to the breast he wasn’t mouthing. He massaged it in his hand and she moved her hands to feel her way down his chest.

Anna couldn’t imagine feeling more pleasure and love than she did in the moment. His body was caging hers and it felt like he was everywhere. Her breathing hitched when his tongue flicked across her nipple and she couldn’t help herself but to slip a hand down to the tented front of his boxer shorts. She’d become rather expert at curious exploration of all things below the belt and relied on what she already knew he liked to rub him through the fabric. Her fingers gripped loosely and made a cautious stroke up and back down his length.

“Ah, Anna!” he panted onto her skin before switching breasts.

“Good?” she inquired, already knowing that much, but wanting to hear him say it.

“Very,” he groaned in response.

She felt a little jolt of nervous excitement when he ground his hips into her hand. His want for her was so tangible and she wanted nothing more than to give him what he wanted. She knew he felt the same.

“Enough foreplay?” Anna asked, her voice so soft and breathy that she wasn’t certain he would hear her.

“Almost,” he responded, his lips moving from her breasts down her stomach. He shifted back until she was no longer touching him and nudged her legs apart with his knees.

When his lips met her waistband, she shifted a bit on the bed. He tugged a bit on the fabric and kissed at the sensitive skin he uncovered, glancing up to her for permission before tugging a bit more and removing her last scrap of fabric completely.

“I only have half an idea of what I’m doing here, so let me know how I’m doing, okay?”

She would have laughed. She would have teased him about being a “love expert”, but he was already ducking back down and his lips were on her inner thigh, quickly moving in.

“Oh!”

She hadn’t known what to expect, what it would feel like to have his tongue against her, moving so agonizingly slowly that she wanted to beg him to move and to do what he was doing at the same time. It was a foreign sensation, but hardly an unwanted one. She felt curses tumbling from her lips as he nuzzled her with his nose before licking her again, a bit quicker, moving his tongue from side to side as he went.

“Good?” he asked, an echo of her earlier question.

All she could respond with was a soft assenting moan as she tangled her fingers back into his hair.

He continued like that for a time, switching up the speed and rhythm with which he nudged her with his nose and licked her lips. When he tentatively flicked his tongue over her clit she bucked her hips against his mouth, and it was all over from there.

He sucked, licked and flicked his tongue in patterns and sudden surprise motions, learning what she liked as he went along. When she felt his finger slip inside her slowly she felt relieved.

“Still good?” He asked, his mouth muffled by her skin.

“Yes,” she managed, knowing that he would never deny her anything she wanted when she added, “You can… you can use another… ah!”

He obeyed, knowing what she was asking for as he slipped a second finger inside her and continued the “come hither” gesture he was making within her as his mouth continued it’s work.

She came for him in short order, his tongue flicking her clit and his fingers stimulating her had her panting and tugging his hair. She had never felt so good in her entire life, and when she looked down to find him resting his head against her thigh, smiling and looking entirely debauched with his hair an absolute mess she let out a soft sigh of contentment that was in complete contrast to her loud moans just moments before.

When he pushed himself back up to kiss her, Anna pulled him down atop her and kissed him back. She wanted him then more than she ever had and feeling his chest press against hers wasn’t bringing them as close as she wanted.

“There’s a box of condoms in my nightstand,” she whispered against his ear when she managed to stop kissing him.

He kissed her forehead and sat up. When she saw him looking back down on her there was some nervousness in his features that she didn’t quite understand. He was flushed, and she wondered if maybe he didn’t want to do anything else. It was fine by her if he didn’t, they’d already done far more than they ever had before.

“Anna, I…” he paused for a moment, closing his eyes, “Are you going to be disappointed if this isn’t very long? I just don’t know how long I’m going to be able to, um… last.”

Anna grinned and took his hand in her own, lacing their fingers together, bidding him to look at her again. She was glad that he wasn’t having second thoughts as while she’d respect them, she wanted nothing more in the moment than for him to make her his. The last thing she was concerned with was how long he would last. She didn’t think she needed another orgasm, though she’d hardly resent it if he were to give her a second, but she did need to feel him inside of her and she did need to give him a sensation of pleasure like he’d just given her.

“I just want you,” she said simply before adding, “I don’t care about anything else. I just want you and me together.”

He gave their linked fingers a bit of a squeeze, evidently hearing what he needed to before leaning back, releasing her hand, and moving to go after a condom from the bedside table. Finding it, he rid himself of his boxers, carefully opened the foil packet, and rolled the condom on.

Anna, nervous, but eager, spread her legs for him once again. From her place on the mattress, lying on her back, she could feel Kristoff move towards her, and once she saw his face she knew everything would be alright. He appeared focused and perhaps even a bit confident as he moved above her. His presence calmed her slightly quaking legs, and as she felt the warmth of his skin over hers, she smiled at him in a way she hoped looked inviting. She’d imagined this moment for a very long time, and while it wasn’t playing out just as she’d planned, she was still beyond herself with excitement and still flowing feelings of pleasure and joy.

“Ready?” he asked, always the gentleman looking out for her best interests, always wanting to know what she wanted, always keeping her out of situations where she was without a choice.

“Yes, please,” she breathed, and then he was inside her.

He pressed into her slowly, his hands caressing her skin gently as he mumbled imperceptible blessings and curses under his breath.

Anna, for her part, felt no pain like she’d feared there might be. Kristoff was gentle as ever, moving slowly for her as he slid into her completely and gave them both a few moments to adjust to the sensation. To her it was new, but not unwelcomed. She’d explored herself before, she’d spent time with several sex toys, but none that filled her quite like Kristoff did. It felt good to have him inside of her, it felt right to allow him in.

“Anna this is…”

“I know,” she replied with a grin, wanting him to move, but not requesting it, knowing that he was already worried about an early end to his performance without her insisting he edge himself there.

She was patient, running her hands down his back as he slowly began to move. It wasn’t rushed, and as much as she has been worried about the actual act before, she was finding that there was nothing frightening about it. Kristoff was inside her, above her, all around her, and when he looked down at her, she smiled in return. Her hips rocked up to meet his with each movement, and it was one of the most satisfying things she’d ever felt to have their bodies moving together. It was a slow process, but one she found very enjoyable as they worked up a rhythm and she felt the build up of pleasure once again threatening to overtake her.

“Kris,” she moaned, “are you close?”

He flushed, and Anna knew it wasn’t from exertion alone. She hated to think that he would be embarrassed, but she knew that he was always trying to treat her right, always trying to give more than he took, and she knew that she wanted to do the same.

“Yeah,” he responded, voice husky as he begrudgingly admitted what she already knew to be true.

“I want you to…” she trailed off, suddenly feeling too embarrassed, despite the fact that they were currently in the act to say what she was thinking. She smiled and lifted a hand from his back to his cheek, “For me.”

He looked surprised for a moment, and then, understanding, upped his pace with vigor, always giving her what she wanted. What she wanted more than anything was for him to feel the same pleasure he’d given her.

When he went over the edge, he was a sight to see. Anna bit her lip and while she was feeling similarly euphoric, her focus was entirely on his pleasure as he came. She saw the way his eye lids fluttered shut, the way his mouth fell open as he verbalized his pleasure in a mumble of half words.

When he leaned down a bit, Anna wasted no time in moving her hand once again to his hair while pressing kisses to his neck. He mumbled something unintelligible into her skin, and she didn’t need to know what he’d said to smile from ear to ear.

Eventually he got up and Anna was left momentarily to herself. She didn’t know if basking in one’s own afterglow was a “thing”, but she was enjoying the feeling of just a moment to herself. She thought she’d feel different after it was over, that it would somehow make her feel like she was more of a woman, or that it would solidify things between her and Kristoff, but she didn’t feel much different and it only made her realize that their relationship had been solid for quite some time.

The thing that did feel different was that she was a little sore and when she thought about sex with Kristoff it wasn’t a terrifying prospect, but something she wanted to do again as soon as possible.

When she felt the mattress bounce from him falling back on it, she rolled over to his side. She felt herself being pulled immediately to his side and she snuggled into her new position as the little spoon.

“Chinese food is almost definitely ice cold.”

Anna smirked and laughed when she felt his nose nuzzle behind her ear. It was a comfort to have him wrapped around her worried about food because it was all the evidence she needed to be certain that nothing had changed for him either.

“Blame it on the AC and not us doing things out of order. My microwave exists to reheat Chinese, plus you know I like dumplings better cold anyway.”

She could feel him grinning against her skin.

“Does that mean we can make it wait a little longer?”

Anna thought about saying yes for a moment, but she had skipped lunch and her stomach was reminding her of that fact.

“Refuel and regroup?” she countered, rolling over to face him.

“Sounds like a good plan,” he said capturing her lips in a deep kiss that kept them in bed just a bit longer.

“Good, because what you did to me before… I fully intend to reciprocate.”

She liked the way he looked when he blushed.

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December 3rd- Charmed

Universe: Modern Witch AU

Rating: T (Teen & Up- Kristoff cops a feel)

Length: Words 2164

Previous engagements with this universe here and here aren’t needed to enjoy this fic but are here if you enjoy it or want additional context!

Snow fell to the sidewalk outside of the Arendelle Sister’s Herb and Crystal Shop and through the glass storefront people could be seen rushing along with packages and shopping bags from the variety of small shops that made up the small business sector of the city, or as Anna liked to joke, hipster central. The hustle and bustle outside seemed like it was determined not to enter the shop for the last half hour of its operation for the season. It was a both welcome and bothersome respite from how it had been just shortly before.

Anna sighed as she stirred together a variety of herbs in the mortar and pestle before her. A flick of her wand and it would be doing itself and she could be doing something else, but when it came down to it she had nothing else to do and she couldn’t very well pull her wand out in the front of the shop where anyone could see. She thought that maybe that was why she’d been feeling so drained, it is having been weeks since she’d done something even slightly magical.

She angrily crushed and crunched the contents and lamented the fact that her inability to perform even a single spell or brew anything stronger than a cup of coffee wasn’t ending anytime soon. It was like it was when she was thirteen and her abilities first manifested, her parents, both of old bloodlines, but neither exhibiting any talent had chosen to prevent either of their daughters from performing magic, even the accidental.

“Conceal, don’t feel,” she muttered under her breathe before bashing stone into stone with so much force the energy radiated back up her arm and she was surprised that she hadn’t broken anything.

Elsa had always been better at keeping her powers under wraps. She was the responsible one and certainly the more talented one of the two. Spells that took Anna months to master took Elsa a few hours, and while Anna had never resented her sister for her aptitude, she was slightly jealous that Elsa had better control and never seemed to be as twitchy as Anna was when she couldn’t practice her craft.

Anna didn’t know why she’d agreed to spend the Holidays away from home. When she and Elsa were home together Anna could cast as many spells as she wanted, even if they were wholly unnecessary, but she lived for the moments where she could flick her wand and turn the Christmas lights on or when she could say a few words, expend a little energy and have dinner fix itself. Even the smallest tasks, when spell work was involved, pleased Anna greatly. Magic in the afternoons was her solace year round, and the Holiday season had been one of the few times in any given year that her parents had allowed her to practice at all.

This year however she’d barely done anything even slightly magical since Black Friday. It felt like bucking tradition, but she hadn’t had the time or energy to even pick up her wand when she came home from work most nights let alone cast a spell or brew up a potion. Some online article about the “Best 20 Bespoke Gifts that Won’t Break the Bank” had gone viral and with it and the top seated idea of individualized blended teas and expertly crafted custom perfumes had meant that from the beginning to the end of each day Anna, as the more approachable sister, had been working with customers while Elsa took care of stock and ran the register.

She heard the bell above the door tingle and it took all her strength not to tell whosoever had just entered the shop to beat it using a few choice words.

“I think it’s dead, you don’t have to keep hitting it.”

She smiled and looked towards the source of the voice, glad she hadn’t hollered on reflex.

Kristoff Bjorgman was forever teasing her, and justifiably so given the fact that he had expert knowledge of just how clumsy she could be.

When he crossed the room and pressed his cold nose into the crook of her neck she jumped, and he laughed in return, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

He was cold, she could feel the iciness of his skin and she felt annoyance toward her sister. He was half frozen to death because Elsa had asked him to brave the cold to pick up an order of dried wintergreen berries from the nearby docks and being the pragmatist that he was he’d decided to take the ten-minute walk both ways through the snow with the crate on a dolly instead of his truck to pick them up.

It was only a half mile to the small warehouse on the water that provided their shop with much of their stock and in the summer, Anna was known to take the walk herself. However, in the bitter cold of the city’s winter, particularly with the wind off the water, she couldn’t be paid enough to endure it. It didn’t help that she loathed the cold more than anything being a Summer and Autumn child through and through.

“So what are you making?” he asked as if he couldn’t notice the way he was stealing her heat.

Anna glanced to the contents of the vessel and flushed when she saw it was entirely powdered into a fine dust. She hadn’t been paying much attention to her work and had becoming a bit overzealous in her pounding and grinding in her annoyance. It was hardly the first time it happened and it was unlikely to be the last.

“It was going to be tea for your sister. You mentioned she liked peppermint and because she’s got all those exams coming in the spring I thought a mint blend might be nice… you know, soothing and mint helps promote information retention and…” she shook her head and sighed, “Well I’ll just have to try again tomorrow before we head up to your parents place.”

“Honestly she’d probably find a use for it as is, but if it makes you feel better to remake it I wouldn’t mind staying here after hours.”

She noted the way his tone deepened toward the end of the statement, his tone clearly implying that with Elsa already having left for the evening, he was incredibly interested in staying in the space with her. She almost made a comment about him having dipped into her stash of love potion but was stopped when he slipped his hands up the front of her shirt, resting his hands on the bare skin of her waist.

‘Kristoff!” she squealed, “Your hands are freezing!”

He chuckled at that and pulled them back out from the fabric, looking at her sheepishly as she stalked away from him and toward the door of the shop.

Anna flipped the sign in the window from Open to Close and twisted the deadbolt on the door before beckoning her boyfriend to follow her to the back of the shop which he did gladly and without the need of any verbal prompting.

She had a brilliant idea. He was behind her as she went into the back and picked up her satchel to rifle through its contents. He was going to take a while to warm up, even if she used… extreme and certainly not safe for work measures to heat him up, and given her recent laments about spending several more days away from home and unable to practice she figured that a warming spell was in order.

He watched as she tugged her journal from the bag and while he knew what it meant in a sense, he never quite knew what she was planning when it came to digging out a rune or spell or potion recipe. He was decidedly not magical in any way and as far as he knew his family wasn’t either. The only reason he knew about Anna’s abilities at all was because she had accidentally dosed him with a love potion the October before and he’d had the good fortune to fall in love with her under its influence to the point where once it had worn off completely he felt no different about her. The way he loved Anna was soft then, understated but powerful, and it had only grown stronger since. He was under her spell, but it wasn’t at all intentional. He was just in love with her, which was why he’d trust her not to kill him enough that he had no intentions to dissuade her from whatever it was she was searching for.

Anna flipped to a page she’d written down a few years prior, studied it for a moment, then turned to Kristoff and reached her hands out towards him. She’d always liked wandless magic best, so she was especially excited to cast the spell she’d remembered. She had a much faster way to shake the cold from him.

“Not that I’m going to say no in either case, nor am I going to ask you what it is that you’re about to do specifically, but is this something you know how to do or am I an experiment?”

She grinned at that. While he was her favorite and only guinea pig, she knew what she was doing, at least sort of.

“I promise this is an easy one. I do it all of the time!” she said omitting the fact she hadn’t attempted it on a person before but used it frequently to warm cooled coffee.

When she extended her hands to him again, he stepped close to her and relaxed when her hands went to his half-frozen ears.

He heard her whisper something, but with her covering his ears he couldn’t quite make out what it was that she had said. It didn’t particularly matter, as he was treated to the beautiful view of her concentrating. She was always cute when she was focused. She got a little crinkle in her nose and a twinkle in her eye. He could feel the warmth of her palms stealing the cold away from his ears, then his cheeks, his fingers and finally his toes. He supposed he should have known that it was what she was up to given how much she loathed the cold.

She went from focused to broadly smiling in less than a minute, looking at him with pride when he returned her grin.

“When we get to my folks’ place tomorrow you should do that again when I come back from finding a tree.”

Anna flushed, “I… Kristoff…”

He smiled and tucked his hands back up her shirt, noticing the blush already present on her cheeks and deciding to make it deeper.

“I’ll probably come back an ice cube, but how’s the song go?” he thought for a moment before slipping his hands up below the band of her bra.

“I’ve got my love to keep me warm” he sang softly, his lips near her ear.

Anna was melting under his touch, as she always did, but she had a feeling that the rush of euphoria she had after warming him was owing both to the way he’d smiled at her and to the relief she felt at finally letting go of a little of the pent-up energy she’d barely expended in over a month. It made her a little dizzy, heating him up took more energy than warming her coffee, but it had felt good to do. She supposed that if she had used her wand to focus her energy, she’d have used a bit less, but it didn’t matter, she’d been so pent up that the release had felt amazing.

“I can’t do it when I’m at your parent’s house,” she said, finding the words as he was busying himself with playing with the band of her sports bra, gently brushing his fingers against her skin as he did so.

“Why not?” he asked, “I keep it a secret for your sake baby, but no one will notice, and I know how you get if you can’t use at least a little magic. Even if they could figure it out, my family is so crazy about you already that they’d just accept it. Your secret would be safe with them too.”

She sighed and smiled at the thought, “You honestly wouldn’t care if they knew you were dating a witch?”

“I couldn’t care less, because I’m not dating ‘a witch’ I’m dating you and you’re pretty great.”

She giggled when he got tired of fiddling with the fabric and his hands slipped up to cup her breasts gently.

“These are pretty great.”

That got her really laughing and before she knew it he was kissing her and her legs were wrapped around his hips with his hands once again on her waist. She liked working late when he was there to keep her entertained.

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December 7th- Matches

Universe: Canon

Rating: G (General Audiences)

Length:1105 Words

Fluff. Also, did I mention I did most of my English coursework with a focus in 19th Century American Board Games? Because on a related note, there’s some educational bits in this one. Thanks English BA!

“If you get out of that bed I am going to finish what that mountain started, so help me!”

Kristoff sighed as Anna left the room. He hated being cooped up, especially when it was so wholly unnecessary. He had a bit of a cold and a twisted ankle, not the worst he’d ever weathered, and particularly lucky considering how he’d been caught up in an avalanche. He wasn’t sure why Anna was making such a big fuss about it, and yet he would be more worried if she wasn’t. One of Anna’s defining characteristics was caring too much. It was how he’d met her in the first place.

He stared up at the ceiling. He’d planned to stay in his own space, the room he’d made for himself in the stables where he could be around Sven and come and go as he pleased, but Anna was having none of it and so he found himself under the canopy bed in her room, waiting for her to return from the library after he’d all but begged her to give him something to occupy his time if she was going to force him into bedrest. He had been hoping for something a little more work oriented, shelling peas for the kitchen perhaps, or maybe even sorting letters for Elsa, but Anna had decided that he shouldn’t get up to anything more arduous than reading and he couldn’t argue with her. He’d never been able to argue with her, deny her, or go against her wishes in any way that counted since the day he met her and she’d chucked a bag of carrots at his face. He simply liked letting her have her way in any situation that wouldn’t certainly get them killed.

“Kristoff!”

He didn’t have to turn towards the door to know that it was Anna barreling through the door. He did look anyway however, mostly to see why she had gone from scolding him like a mother hen to squealing like a young girl. When he saw the reason, he could only cock a brow in surprise.

“Chess?” he asked as she excitedly brought a box toward him. He’d seen the box in the library before, sitting on a high up shelf accumulating dust. He’d only known what it was because Kai had mentioned its being there in passing and Kristoff had simply assumed that it had belonged to some long dead relative of Anna’s and that its lack of use was directly correlated to the time between its owner’s last breath and the time at which he’d noticed it.

“Yes! I used to play against my mother and father all the time when I was young! I always wanted to play against Elsa because they said she was quite good, but I never got the chance. I’ll have to challenge her later, but I didn’t even know we still had this set! I thought you might like to play with me since I’ve got you stuck in bed.”

Kristoff chuckled when she climbed into the large bed and set the board at his side. She was always so full of excitement and when she had a thought, she ran with it. He found it admirable. He’d never played a game of chess in his life, but he knew it was one of the things that people liked to play in their free time, and he had no doubt that with her quick wit, Anna was a force to be reckoned with.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you have me stuck in bed just so you can beat me. It should be easy given I have no idea how to play.”

She looked confused for a moment, and then she blushed. He felt a bit bad, he was forever embarrassing her with how little he knew about even the smallest, most inconsequential parts of her world let alone the bigger and far more important parts. Chess was just another point to add to the ever-growing list.

“What do you know how to play?” Anna asked, her tone non-judgmental as Kristoff watched her trying to figure out how to change her plans to work well for him. He’d long since decided that he’d never deserve her.

“Mostly dice games,” he answered honestly, knowing full well that they were frowned upon in polite society to the point at which most people used numbered tops when they played boardgames just to avoid dice and their association with gambling. He’d never been a part of polite society before he met Anna, and while he’d always try his best to be the man she needed him to be, he would never lie about who he was to get there.

She lit up. He hadn’t expected that, but his Anna was always full of surprises. She gave him a beaming smile and with some obvious excitement leaned in towards him.

“Do you think you could teach me?”

Kristoff chuckled to himself. He wondered how many ancestors she had rolling in their graves at the mere mention of a Princess learning to gamble from an ice harvester. He couldn’t help himself but to nod in affirmation. If she wanted to learn, he would teach her. Again, he could never tell her no.

“I don’t exactly have dice on me right now, and I don’t imagine there’s a set in the castle… well come to think of it someone on the staff probably has some, but that’s a lot of work and a lot to ask of a serving person. So yes, I’ll teach you, but later. Is that okay?”

She nodded happily, and Kristoff melted. She was so easy to please. He never felt like he was good enough for her, but she saw him as perfect and when she looked at him with so much unrestrained joy in her eyes he couldn’t help but feel as though he were on cloud nine.

“I won’t pretend that it’ll be easy to do,” he said with a sigh, reaching for the board still at his side while sitting up a bit straighter, “but I’d like it if you’d try to teach me to play chess.”

When she gave a delighted squeal and leaned in to kiss him on the lips, he almost reminded her that she shouldn’t and that he had a cold, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He simply accepted the kiss, helped her set up the board, and simultaneously prayed to and thanked whatever God was listening that she wouldn’t fall ill and for her coming into his life in the first place.

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Kristanna Advent 2018

For the 5th year in a row I’m attempting to come up with a fan fiction a day for the first 25 days of December! Feel free to use the mood board for clues as to what you think is coming! I can’t wait to surprise you all with this year’s fics! This Master post will be updated daily as new fics are posted!

December 1st- Ink [NSFW] December 2nd- Anniversary December 3rd- Charmed December 4th- Paws December 5th- Like Other Girls Do December 6th- Like Only We Do [NSFW] December 7th- Matches December 8th- NyQuil & Lumberjack Fantasies

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Okay people because today has been a fucking Trainwreck and y'all deserve a win...

Two options for tonight's post because they both just need revisions at this point:

A.) Continued adventures of Bearstoff

B.) Continued adventures of Witch Anna

Let me know. Whatever you don't pick for today will be posted for tomorrow. I love y'all and we're going to get through this even if I have to take my exceedingly shitty last updated in 2010 webpage coding skills and make a site myself.

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Heading back home late tonight so I should be able to start attacking the (excessive amount of) fics I have to catch up on tomorrow. Thankfully most are partially typed up so I should be able to play a decent game of catch up.

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PunkPoemProse’s Frozen Fic Masterpost

A little collection of everything I’ve ever written for this fandom (In order by date of publish within each subheading). Very long list of links can be found under the cut.

Updated as of: 4/4/21 (If I missed anything please let me know!)

Oneshots:

-Stormy Weather

-Secrets Shared

-Hard Work

-Building Snowmen

-The Plan (NSFW)

-Iced Coffee

-New Year’s Kiss

-Tie Me Up (NSFW)

-Dirty Work (NSFW)

-April Showers

-In This Diary [Modern AU]

-Jealousy

-Home (NSFW)

-Is This Seat Taken? [Modern AU]

Childhood Games

Apple Picking

Kiss

Dance With Me [Modern AU]

Sorcery (Part 7/12 In the Kristanna Past Life AU Collab)

Green Card [Modern AU]

Valentine [Modern AU]

Little Bear

A Valiant Effort

The Sash

Lepidoptera

Quarantine

Longing (NSFW)

Run Away With Me [Modern AU]

Knowing [Bear Shifter AU]

Luck and the Lady [ Victorian England AU]

Blind Date [Modern AU]

Frostbite [College/ University AU]

Creative Solutions (NSFW)

Seven Days

The Language of Flowers

Kill Him With Kindness

Little White Lies & Little Black Dresses [Investigative Journalists AU]

Lovelier Than Ever

Like Adults [Modern AU]

Always [Modern AU]

Down on the Boardwalk [Modern AU]

Stay

Sharing the Studio [Art School AU]

Comatose [Bodyguard/ Modern Royalty AU] With Art by @epbaker

Blue Lips, Blue Veins [Vampire AU]

Make it Pink, Make it Blue [1960s AU]

Go Figure [Modern Figure Model AU]

I Hate You (And I Hate That I Don’t Really Hate You) [Modern AU]

Cursed [Werewolf/ Little Red Riding Hood AU]

Answers to Prompts/ Asks (Collection on AO3)

Multi-chapter: -The Harvest: (Complete)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight (NSFW)

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven (Final Chapter)

-Rescue [Modern AU] (Hiatus)

Chapter One- Meeting

Chapter Two- Making Good

Chapter Three- Emergency

Chapter Four- The Sister

Chapter Five- Second First Date

Chapter Six- Confrontation

Chapter Seven- Waking Up

Chapter Eight- I Will Be Right Here

Chapter Nine- The New Normal

-Naked Soul Masterpost [Stripper AU] (Complete)

-A Tale As Old As Ice [Beauty and the Beast AU] (On Hiatus)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

-Siege of Arendelle Masterpost [Post Canon War Fic] (Currently Updating)

 Amazing Art By @minnothebunny​

-Where We Live [Modern AU] (Complete with occasional additions)

Chapter One: 18&21

For The Love Of You

Chapter Two: 21&24

Chapter Three: 24&27

Making Home

Square Houses

-Rain and Sunshine [Regency/ Pride and Prejudice AU] (Complete)

Chapter One- Rain

Chapter Two- Sunshine

-Ice and Warmth [Kristoff Weekend 2017] (Complete)

Ice

Warmth

-Kristanna Week 2017 (Complete)

Cozy

Talk

Spark

-Modern Witch! Anna Fics (Complete with occasional additions)

Love Potion Number 9

Charmed

Strange Magic (NSFW)

Holiday Magic

-Bearstoff Fics (Complete with occasional additions)

Knowing

Paws

-Demigod AU (Currently Updating)

Protected

Promise

-The Love Talker Masterpost [Gancanaugh/ Fae/ Dark Fantasy AU]

-A Convenient Arrangement Masterpost [Arranged Marriage AU]

Advent Fics:

- Advent 2014 Masterpost

- Advent 2015 Masterpost

- Advent 2016 Masterpost

-Advent  2017 Masterpost

-Advent 2018 Masterpost

-Advent 2019 Masterpost

-Advent 2020 Masterpost

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December 4th- Paws

Universe: Post Canon/ Bear! Kristoff AU

Rating: T (Teen & Up- Mentions of things, mostly fluff)

Length: 1573 Words

More Bearstoff. Very similar to the last but, now with more cuddles and reading. There was going to be more... things... but I’m a coward. TW- Pregnancy

Anna opened her eyes when she felt the shifting of the mattress at her side. She hadn’t remembered falling asleep, but she’d been so exhausted lately she wasn’t surprised by the fact that she had. She shifted the quilt from her chest, the fabric pooling around her legs as she shifted back and sat up.

“Is it that time already?” she asked, her voice thick with the sleep she was shaking off.

He was standing at the side of the bed, silhouetted by firelight. He was bare, looking away from her and out the small window of the cabin. His posture was relaxed, much more than it had been the first few times Anna had accompanied him up to his small home.

Anna shifted to the side of the bed and pressed her palm to his lower back lovingly. Her appetite for his affection was never quite satiated, but she was pleased enough to simply be touching him, particularly after how he’d treated her just short hours before. It seemed to her as if her thighs had just stopped their quivering moments before.

“Go back to sleep baby,” he said softly.

He wasn’t exactly opposed to Anna staying awake with him for a bit longer, he knew he couldn’t fight her anyway, but he was secretly hoping that once she fell asleep, he wouldn’t have to worry about her until morning. He knew better of course, it always seemed that once the moon arose on these nights, she was awake as can be.

Anna shifted her hand and wound both arms around his waist, leaning forward to press her face into his center back. She did love it when he called her that, but she had no intention of letting his sweet talk coax her back into the bed without him.

“I’ll sleep when you sleep, and before you argue with me, yes on the floor.”

He went rigid under her hands and she let him go, knowing that she needed to give him space. Blessedly he wouldn’t be able to argue with her in any case, and she’d long since been able to ignore the look he gave her when he couldn’t tell her how miffed he was.

It was fast, it always was. She’d never really been able to see how it happened, one minute her husband would be standing tall at her side, the next he would be replaced by a large brown bear. The transformation was always obscured by light, much like it was when Elsa formed ice from her palms, one moment everything was normal, and then in a flash of light it was changed.

“Ah! I didn’t even have to argue!” She grinned, a bit pleased with herself as she saw Kristoff pad towards her with a look in his eye that was somewhere between exhaustion and annoyance. He hadn’t wanted her to come along this time, and while he never particularly encouraged her to come along on his monthly trips up to the cabin, he’d been particularly concerned since he’d become aware of her condition.

His head was in her lap, snout snuffling at her thighs in a manner that would scandalize anyone else, aware or not that the hulking creature before her was her husband.

Anna smiled and pet his head gently as he nosed his way up to the most thoroughly rounded point of her belly and nudged it with his nose. He grunted and sat down in front of her.

“Oh so because you couldn’t fight me with words, you’re going to keep me in bed by force, hmmm? Well Papa bear if you keep that up you’ll wake the cubs and if they get kicking there’ll be no sleeping tonight at all.”

He gave her belly another nuzzle and closed his eyes as she pet his head.

“I know you’re pretty sure the babies aren’t going to be like you… like this, but I’m warning you, they always are much more active around the full moon and I’m warning you now that I’m going to be incredibly miffed if I’m the only completely ordinary person in this family. Can you imagine if I go into labor on the next full moon and these two come out fuzzy? It might kill the midwife from shock! Or maybe she’ll just shrug it off because she’s seen worse and I’m really the only completely ordinary person in this whole kingdom? Imagine!”

And there was another grunt and she watched him open his eyes just long enough to roll them.

She wondered if any normal bear could do such a thing or if it were something unique to him. She wondered if any other man in the world turned into a bear on the full moons. She wondered why Kristoff even did. She spent a lot of time wondering such thing. Was it some sort of family curse? Would the babies really be like him? She’d asked herself the same sort of questions about her sister and when it came down to it she’d given up on hunting down the answers. It was far easier to just roll with the punches. No one knew about Kristoff’s unique predicament beyond her and a few others, and yet she was sure with a Queen who could freeze half the kingdom with a snap of her fingers, few would be shocked to hear the Princess’s Consort was sometimes a bear.  

She was stirred from her thoughts by a feeling that manifested itself at first as butterflies and quickly turned to jabs.

Her hand went to her belly and she sighed, “Oh now you’ve done it.”

Kristoff looked almost rueful for a moment, but he didn’t move. She supposed if he got kicked in the snout he deserved it.

She turned her attention back to her belly and shushed the babies, “Yes cubs I know you’re awake, no hitting each other alright? Only Papa’s nose for bothering you. Mama won’t even mind.”

Kristoff huffed and nuzzled her belly again, unperturbed by the tiny kicks and swats, taking his punishment with grace.

“And don’t think I’m not getting down on the floor with you,” Anna said, moving her hands so that she could scoot closer to the edge of the bed, “You’ll have to help me up in the morning, but you’re far more comfortable than this bed and you’re taking your punishment until they decide to quiet down.”

Dutifully he shifted so that she could use his furry back for leverage as she stood and moved with her at his side slowly but surely to the woven rug before the fire. She took the quilt and a book from the nightstand along with her and messed with his nightshirt that she wore. Her nightwear had long since stopped fitting over her baby bump and she imagined sometime in the next ten to fifteen weeks his would as well.

She hardly needed his help to settle down onto the rug, nor did she need his nudging and nuzzling to get comfortable, but she’d long since given up on trying to deny him his fussy protective gestures. It was comforting, and despite her early protests it had made the whole affair a bit less frightening to have him holding her hand or providing a fuzzy side to cuddle against.

Anna stretched a bit and found the most comfortable position she could manage before grabbing for the book she’d brought along with her.

“Where were we last love? That’s the trouble of a month between readings. It makes it feel special, but I always forget to mark where we left off.”

She thumbed through the pages until she stumbled upon something that felt familiar.

“Oh! She’s just refused his proposal! How could I have forgotten that? I think I threw the book in excitement, didn’t I?”

His snort was almost like a laugh, and she remembered that she did throw the book and that in the morning he’d told her exactly how silly she’d looked doing it. She’d spent the entire trip back to the castle asking him how anyone could have had any other reaction and explaining to him how such things just weren’t done. He hadn’t seemed nearly as excited as her, but right now he was a bear and he couldn’t complain if she got a bit excited again.

She cleared her throat and snuggled a bit closer to him, the babies seeming to calm as she focused on the book and began to read, uncertain as to whether it was the feeling of their Papa at her back or the sound of their Mama’s voice that soothed them.

“Elizabeth awoke the next morning to the same thoughts and meditations which had at length closed her eyes. She could not yet recover from the surprise of what had happened; it was impossible to think of anything else,” She read, knowing that despite his normal human teasing and protests to her choices in literature, that he was rapt by the first word and wanted to know just as much as she did what would happen next. He was a romantic after all, and he didn’t know that it was at least her twentieth time reading the novel.

She only managed to make it through Darcy’s letter before her lids grew heavy again and she set the book aside, leaving Kristoff awake with curiosity of how the revelations enclosed would change everything.

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December 2nd- Anniversary

Universe: Canon

Rating: T (Teen & Up- They’re talking about it, but they’re not doing it)

Length: Words 1133

Mostly fluffy, married couple romance with too much thought put into how the aristocracy and castle staff are simultaneously cock blocking the royal couple and panicking over the lack of an heir. Arendelle’s citizens know tragically little of cause and effect.

In my defense I’m on time in Honolulu.

“You’re going to put my lady’s maid out of a job,” Anna mused after she felt the sharp tug of his hands behind her and the correlating squeeze of her waist as it was compressed.

Kristoff, it seemed, had a talent for tugging her corset laces tight, but not too tight. In fact, he probably didn’t have a talent for it at all and her waist was probably a few inches too large to be “fashionable” but she much preferred it that way. There were perks to being royal, one of which was setting the standards of fashion within reason, and she nearly laughed to think that the ladies of the court may have her husband to thank if they found themselves able to breathe easier.

“Hardly,” he said with a smile before taking advantage of his place behind her to wrap his arms around her freshly cinched waist and lean in to press his lips to a bit of skin on her exposed shoulder that wasn’t covered by her loose hair. “I always fumble with the buttons.”

Anna grinned, relaxing into his touch while simultaneously taking pleasure in the shiver that ran down her spine from the unexpected press of his lips to her skin. She glanced over to her mussed bed and bemoaned the fact that there was no time to return to it. The cruelest joke of the aristocracy was keeping her from her husband through the “necessity” of holding a party for their Anniversary when she’d rather celebrate by spending the entirety of the day in bed.

The kingdom wanted an heir, it was on the lips of every member of the castle staff and they’d ceased to hush about it when she was in the room. Evidently there was a full-on panic amongst the lower aristocracy that she’d never produce an heir and she was certain an all-day affair celebrating her marriage to Kristoff had been someone’s idea of getting them into the mood when all she really needed was the opportunity. When they were in the same room and weren’t about to pass out, they hardly needed anything to get them into the mood, and as it seemed she needed something to get her out of it or she’d never get dressed.

“That’s fair, but to be honest even the most talented maids fumble with dress buttons. They’re so small it’s a miracle anyone can get them open and shut. Not that you don’t always manage to open them anyway.”

“You’ll find I can do just about anything when there’s good reason and the promise of a well-deserved reward.”

She laughed, and she wasn’t sure if it were owing to the innuendo or to the way his breath was tickling her skin as he spoke.

“When did you get so saucy Kristoff Bjorgman? I seem to recall you being too nervous to kiss me first once upon a time.”

“Your feistiness must have rubbed off on me Mrs. Bjorgman.”

She hardly needed him to work her up like his was but calling her by that name in such a husky tone assured her that he was no more keen on the idea of leaving the room without taking her back to bed than she was. Mrs. Bjorgman was one of the few titles that they would never announce in the ballroom and it was only too tragic that it was the one that she wanted. Centuries of standards and traditions stated that she would not take the name of a man beneath her station. To the court they were “Her Royal Highness Crown Princess Anna Lydia Agdarsdatter of Arendelle, Flower of the North and her Consort Sir Kristoff Bjorgman”, but in the relative quiet of her bedchamber, his rooms, or her personal favorite the cabin, she was Mrs. Kristoff Bjorgman, eater of chocolate and receiver of his love.

“I’d let you take me here and now if Gerda wasn’t due to arrive at any moment with my maid.”

He sighed and held her a bit tighter, his head resting now against her shoulder, “If she doesn’t knock what she sees is her own fault.”

That made her laugh and earned him a chaste kiss which he took happily before releasing her.

“Would you care to brush my hair out my dear husband?” Anna asked as she strode to her vanity and seated herself before its mirror.

“Of course, my dear wife,” he replied, crossing the room and taking the brush she offered him, “I have a feeling you have me do this for you because I’m gentler than your maid.”

She watched him in the mirror, wondering if he knew that it had much more to do with the intimacy of it. Ladies wore their hair up because it was proper, and he was the only man to not only see it entirely unbound, but to handle it and she loved to watch him as he did so.

“That and I like to see the scandalized look on Gerda’s face when I tell her you’ve taken care of it for me.”

He smirked, but she watched as he didn’t shift his attention away from brushing out her fiery locks. She loved it when they were at his cabin and he’d spend hours just brushing her hair through his fingers, plaiting it and unplaiting it, curling it around his fingers and pressing kisses to her head and neck as he did so. She longed for it now and she closed her eyes as if wishing it into reality would land them naked on a fur before his fireplace by the time, she opened her lids.

“You’re going to give the poor woman a heart attack one of these days you know,” he teased, and Anna opened her eyes to find little changed and the slightest most childish sense of disappointment for it being so.

“You say that as if you hadn’t just threatened to let her see us both in the nude moments ago.”

He snorted, and she couldn’t help but to laugh in return.

“There’s still time if you’ve decided it’s her time to go.”

“While tempting,” she said, barely able to stop laughing to reply, “I’d feel terrible for the rest of my life if my sex life murdered someone.”

The door opened, and Anna huffed in disappointment.

“Seems I’m the only one dying today,” he muttered low enough that she could hear before setting the brush on her vanity and stealing a quick kiss.

“I promise to save you from the brink as soon as we can sneak away,” Anna whispered in reply, catching the sight of him grinning in her mirror as he walked toward the door to let himself out past a true to form scandalized Gerda and a blushing young lady’s maid.

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I have two half written fics to finish. I'm not sure which one is going to be for today. I know some of y'all are waiting for the one, but I kind of want to hold out and make you suffer a little.

[punkpoemprose]

Advent Fics Start in the Morning!

[punkpoemprose]

It's That Time Again

Time for me to start writing my Advent fics! Which of course means it's time for me to open my inbox to suggestions! This year doesn't have any specific theme or inspiration, so send me prompts, song recs, AUs, or anything else you'd like to see me transform into fics! Previous prompts I haven't quite gotten to yet are already in the running, but feel free to ask for anything your heart desires!

Your support and inspiration is appreciated!

[jill-knits-lace]

Sounds like a good time to me. Cuties.

December 8th- NyQuil and Lumberjack Fantasies

Universe: Modern AU

Rating: T (Teen & Up Audiences)

Length:1516 Words

A little bit of fluff based on this really cute post that @kristanna sent me. And if you’re thinking, oh, Emily only ever writes sick Anna when she’s sick then you would be 100% correct. 2018 is taking one last shot at murdering me and it’s right before the holidays. I might not finish Advent this year, but I’m going to try my damnedest.

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