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mammonsbby · 3 years ago

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Christmas in the Devildom

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Warnings: Cursing, gift giving, Christmas-related activities Pairing: Demon brothers x poly!GN!MC Words: 4055

You never expected to celebrate Christmas during your stay in the Devildom. After all, it’s filled with literal demons who couldn’t care less about the holiday. You thought you were fine with it, but as December approached, you realized that you were going to miss exchanging gifts with your loved ones. And now, you have new loved ones…

You toyed with the idea of having Christmas in Hell. It was a ridiculous notion, but… since it was important to you, you decided to ask. You’ll never forget Lucifer’s face when you bring it up on the second day of December.

“So… guys,” you start, sitting your fork down. Each of the demons at the table looks up in your direction.

“What is it, MC?” Lucifer asks, picking up his glass to take a sip.

“You don’t really do Christmas here, do ya?” you ask. At that, Lucifer nearly chokes on his drink, eyes bulging slightly. Belphie laughs at him and a couple of the brothers snort.

After Lucifer recovers, his eyes narrowed to thin slits at the ones who dared to laugh at him, he looks back to you. “No, we do not,” he answers simply, taking another, more cautious sip just in case you’re about to mention Easter.

You nod to yourself. You figured as much, but…

“How averse are we to doing a little something for the human’s sake?” you ask, resting your chin on your hand.

Lucifer’s face twists into one of… anger? Annoyance? Confusion?

“MC, we’re demons. We’re naturally opposed to celebrating… that.” he answers calmly.

“Yeah, I know. I know. I just… miss it,” you say, looking down at your lap.

“Aw, you made our human sad,” Asmo whines.

You hear a sigh from the head of the table and know that Lucifer’s just about to give in, so you continue. “My favorite part is decorating. No, no, giving gifts. Or baking cookies—”

“I’m in.” Beel somehow manages to cut you off, with a mouthful of food.

“Gifts?” asks Mammon, eyes gleaming.

“Yeah, you buy presents for the people you love! And you make gingerbread houses. I’m not great at it, but it’s still fun. The decorating is fun too.”

“Wait… What do you decorate exactly?” Asmo asks, taking a sudden interest.

“Everything. I mean, you put up a tree with lights and ornaments and tinsel. And—”

“A tree?” Satan asks, a strange look on his face.

“Yeah, a pine tree. Nowadays, most people use fake ones. And, uh, you hang stockings on the mantle.” You’ve never realized how odd this would be to hear for the first time. Everyone just looks more confused than ever.

“Fake trees…” Levi mutters, “normies.”

“There’s a lot of Christmas movies we could all watch together! I just think it’d be a nice way to have fun with you guys.”

Everyone seems to be considering it. You look to Lucifer, who seems to be having a mental debate, and decide to pull out your secret weapon.

“I bet Diavolo would love to learn more about human customs.” you say, picking at your plate.

“That’s blackmail,” Lucifer says, knowing that if it gets to the prince, it’ll be unbearable.

Satan snickers, “I’m proud of you, MC.”

“As long as Lord Diavolo isn’t involved, I suppose it’ll be alright. What do we do?”

You clap your hands together in excitement. “Holy crap! I didn’t think you’d go for it. But we can decorate a tree and I’ll find some good cookie recipes… And we’ll all get each other gifts and exchange them on the 25th! And I have a list of movies—”

“Woah, woah, woah, human. I’m a little strapped for cash right now. I can’t afford to blow a buncha money on these losers,” Mammon says, waving his hand at his brothers, most of whom groan.

“You’re always ‘strapped for cash,’ dumbass,” Levi mutters.

“For real,” adds Satan.

“Okay… then, we’ll do Secret Santa?” you suggest.

“Secret Santa?” Beel asks between bites.

“Yeah, Santa.”

“What’s that?” says Asmo.

“Santa Claus…” You’re met with seven confused faces. Fuck, another stupid thing that you have to explain.

“Uh, long story short, he’s the face of Christmas. He’s got a long white beard and he’s fat and he wears a red suit. And he comes down the chimney at night with a bag filled with presents. And he leaves them under the tree. That you decorate.” You try your best to make sense, but it seems to be a lost cause. Every word makes you seem more and more insane.

“MC, have you hit your head recently?” Belphie yawns.

“Uh, no…” Before you can tell him that you’ve been doing Christmas your whole life, you’re interrupted.

“Wait… So, some creepy, old man breaks into your house? Through the chimney?” asks Asmodeus, completely appalled at the thought.

“Hey, if he’s giving out free stuff, I’ll open the front door!” Mammon says.

You shake your head, “he’s not real. It’s like… a myth you tell your kids.”

“Humans are stranger than I ever thought possible,” Satan says, looking at you as if you were under a microscope.

“Yeah, the whole thing is… odd to say the least,” adds Belphie. His twin nods in agreement.

“Well, Lucifer, what do you say?” You give him your best puppy dog eyes and he groans, unable to resist them.

“Whatever. But you’re in charge of it. If anything goes wrong, it’s on you,” he says, giving you a stern look. You leap out of your chair so quickly it startles Mammon and stride to the end of the table.

“Thank you!” you say, hugging the first born around the shoulders before dashing to your room to make plans.

—

Within the next couple days, the house is decorated beautifully. A magnificent eight foot tall tree stands in the entrance hall, fully decked with the most gorgeous ornaments you’ve ever seen. All Asmo’s doing, naturally.

Anytime one of his brothers showed up to help, he shooed them away saying that the first thing one sees when they enter the house should be perfect. And they were all liabilities.

So, there’s another— slightly less perfect— tree in the common room that everyone helped to decorate. Beelzebub had even lifted you up so you could add the star to the top.

Today’s the day to draw names for Secret Santa. And everyone’s supposed to meet in the common room, where you’re currently hanging eight stockings above the fireplace. Each is a different color, from blue to purple, plus a plain white one for you.

Just as you finish arranging the garland on the mantel, the brothers begin to trickle into the room.

“Wait, what’s with the giant socks?” Belphie asks, taking his usual spot on the sofa.

You sigh, had he been asleep during your explanation?

“Presents go in them, from Santa,” you answer.

“But you said Santa isn’t real.”

“It doesn’t matter, there will be presents I promise.” you answer as Lucifer enters, the last to arrive. After everyone’s found a seat, you grab a bowl from the table and give it a good shake.

“Okay, everyone’s name is in this bowl. We’re all gonna pick one and that’s who you get a present for. No cheating! And no telling anyone who you get. I’ll know if you do,” you say, putting on your scariest face as you look around the room at each of them. Your ‘scary’ look garners a smile from each of them.

“Oh, and the maximum amount to spend is… say, 20 Grimm?” you ask, glancing over to Mammon, who nods. Levi rolls his eyes and Satan huffs. “20 Grimm.” you repeat.

You hold the bowl out to Beel, but he pushes it back to you, “you pick first, MC.” His brothers agree with him. After all, there’s a better chance for each of them to be picked by you if you go first.

“Oh, okay.” You stick your hand in and stir the scraps of paper for a few seconds, before finally drawing one out. You open it, holding it close to your chest. And grin.

Everyone demands to know why you’re smiling like that. ‘Who’d you get?!’ being the argument of the day. But you refuse to say, and make them each pick a name.

After everyone’s drawn, most of them look disappointed. And you feel sort of bad, but… that’s the way Secret Santa works.

You watch Lucifer tuck his name into his chest pocket and pull out his phone. “Oh no,” he says, eyes blown wide.

“What is it?” Mammon asks.

“Diavolo is on his way here.”

The Demon Prince arrives less than five minutes later and there’s no hiding the Christmas tree in the foyer.

“What is this?” Diavolo asks, walking around the tree, in awe.

Lucifer brings a hand to his forehead, “it’s… a human custom. To celebrate…” sigh, “Christmas.”

Diavolo laughs, “Christmas? In the Devildom?”

He chuckles for the next few minutes, noting how well wrapped around your finger the brothers are, before finally following Lucifer to his study to talk about something important.

—

You find that it takes you twice as long to navigate the HOL during the holidays. This being because anytime you pass under a doorway, there’s a demon waiting for you. Somehow, it seems that every doorway in the house has mistletoe hung in it, despite you never bringing up that specific custom.

And Asmo has taken the liberty to put some in his own bedroom door, so… anytime you go to see him, you get smooched. “It’s tradition, MC.” he smiles playfully, pecking your face again, for good measure.

—

One night, you have all the brothers gather in Mammon’s room to watch Home Alone, parts one and two. And… swiftly begin to regret that decision when you see Satan take out a notepad and pen, likely to borrow inspiration from Kevin McCallister to use against his eldest brother.

Aside from that, however, movie night goes off without a hitch. And thus, you all meet in Mammon’s room each night to watch a different Christmas movie.

The third movie night, you find out Belphegor is freaked out by stop motion animation, so… ten minutes into Rudolph, he chooses to fall asleep.

—

As promised to Beel, you and he spend a lot of time in the kitchen, baking cookies. And your gingerbread houses turn out wonky, but they’re still Devilgrammable. (Thanks for the critique, Asmo.)

—

In his off time, Satan reads ‘A Christmas Carol,’ a book that you’d given him. Being that it was quite old, he was shocked he hadn’t stumbled upon it sooner, but enjoyed it nonetheless.

—

After experiencing the magic of Christmas through movies and books and songs and decorations, the day finally comes and it’s time to exchange gifts.

At the crack of dawn, everyone gathers in the common room once again. This time each of the brothers (and yourself, of course) is accompanied by some form of a gift.

IF YOU GOT…

Lucifer:

“Here you go, Lucifer!” you say, excitedly stretching your arm towards him. “I had your name!”

He takes it from you, “I know.”

“You knew?” you deflate. You’d tried so hard to keep it from him.

“Yes. All these fools wouldn’t stop complaining that I’m the only one getting a special gift from you,” he says, lips curling into a sneer.

“Yeah, because you don’t deserve MC’s attention,” Belphegor mumbles. Lucifer shoots him a look and starts to open your gift.

When he finally removes it from its wrapping, he’s puzzled. Not that he’d ever in a million years admit that he doesn’t know what it is. So he merely smiles softly, “thank you MC.”

“What the hell is it?” Mammon asks.

“Oh, it’s a mug warmer. You plug it in and set your mug on it and it keeps your coffee or tea or whatever from getting cold,” you explain happily.

Upon hearing the explanation, Lucifer is touched. He smiles warmly and sets the… thingy down. “Thank you. It will be used often.”

Mammon:

When everyone sits down to exchange gifts, Mammon is pumped! He’s ninety-percent sure that you got his name. Why the hell else would you have been asking his shirt size?

He’s practically vibrating as everyone takes their seats. And he nearly dove over Asmo to get the spot next to you on the couch.

“Oh, hey Mammon,” you laugh as Asmo huffs and sits elsewhere.

“Gimme my gift already!” he says, almost snatching the bag from your lap.

“You don’t know that this is for you!” you say, pushing your hand against his chest.

“Yeah I do. Now c’mon!”

“Mammon, you’ll be going last,” Lucifer says, to the delight of all his brothers. Except one.

“What? Why’s that? I didn’t do nothin’!” says the second born.

Lucifer doesn’t offer a reason, so you just… give Mammon a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. He pouts, but leans back against the couch, practically in your lap, and the two of you watch everyone else exchange gifts.

Finally, fucking finally, everyone is done with their stupid junk and you hold your bag out to Mammon, who looks like he’s about to tear into it with his teeth.

Instead, he pours the bag into his lap and is amazed to find a dozen shiny, golden rings looking at him, “MC. This is more than the limit,” he says, his mouth dry.

He faintly hears his brothers blathering about the special attention he gets, but fuck ‘em, he deserves it.

“Do you like them?” you ask, head tilted.

“Of course I do!” he says. Mammon starts to slide the rings onto his fingers and realizes that they aren’t real gold. He can tell from the weight of them. But regardless, he’s touched. He shows off the rings, flashing his model hands, and you laugh.

Leviathan:

Levi had been a hard one. There aren’t many things that you can get for less than 20 Grimm. Not for a nerd whose main interests are gaming and anime. Games are expensive. Anime merch is expensive.

So… yeah, you had a rough time. But now that he’s sitting across from you, you’re sure you picked the right gift. The third born winces and rubs at his wrist, the result of another gaming session.

You smile at him from across the room and after Satan finishes opening his present from Asmo, you stand and hand Levi his. His eyes widen and he reaches into the bag, pulling out a mousepad with wrist support and a download code for an indie dungeon crawler you’d caught on sale.

“Oh wow,” he says, when he sees the paper. Then he places the mousepad on his thigh, he rubs his wrist against the support to test it. “This is nice.”

“I hope it helps. Also, I’ll be in your room later to try that game.” you say with a wink.

In a very anime-esque fashion, his eyes grow large and a red blush creeps quickly up his face. “Th- thanks MC.”

Satan:

In all honesty, Satan had no idea who’d gotten his name. He hoped, like all his brothers, that he’d get a gift from you. But he realized that the odds were against him. So he decided that he’d be happy with anything, as long as Lucifer wasn’t giving it to him.

You watch Belphie ball up a bit of wrapping paper and toss it at Mammon’s head. “Hey!” shouts the Avatar of Greed.

You roll your eyes. “Hmm, I guess I’ll give mine now.” you say. Everyone’s eyes snap to you and you toss a box at Satan. “Catch, Say!”

His eyes widen comically, but he catches the box. He quirks a brow at the wrapping paper, which he’s just now noticing has cats on it. He tears the paper carefully, he fully intends to keep it. It’s just cute.

Satan opens the box and finds that his gift has multiple parts. One being a pack of several cat-themed bookmarks. The next is a stress ball, in the shape of a cat. And finally, there’s a pair of fuzzy black socks. He turns them and there are pink cat paws on the bottoms.

“Cute! I’m going to steal them~” Asmo sings.

Satan flushes, “no, they’re mine!”

“Do you like them?”

“They’re great. Thanks MC,” he answers, squeezing the stress cat, “love you.”

Half his brothers are shocked but you just laugh, “love you too.”

Asmodeus:

Asmodeus had secretly been watching you, and through his spying, he’s pretty sure you got his name. He hoped so at least. Oh! To receive a gift from his darling MC! It would be the best day ever!

And if he got a bad gift from one of his brothers, he’d scratch their eyes right out!

But enough about that.

“Hey guys!” you say to Mammon and Asmo, who look like they’re about to have a slap fight. “What’s up?”

“I’m sittin’ next to them,” Mammon says, gesturing to the middle seat on the sofa beside you.

“No, I’m the prettiest and I get to sit with them,” Asmo counters, shoving his brother backwards. To keep it from escalating further, you scoot from the end seat to the middle cushion.

“Hey, hey, guys. Please, just sit,” you plead, patting the empty spaces on either side of you. This seems to appease them both, Mammon plops down on your left and Asmo on your right.

Once everyone is situated, you ask who wants to go first.

“Ooh, you should go first, MC,” Asmo says, tracing the pattern on your pajama pants with his finger.

“Are you sure? This could be for anyone,” you say, shaking the box.

Asmo narrows his eyes, “I think it’s for me~ Give us a hint. What’s in the box?”

You think for a second, trying to come up with the most suggestive description. Then you drop your voice really low, “hmm, it’s battery-operated and pink. And it may vibrate…”

Asmo’s eyes widen and he flushes slightly, “MC! You’re so naughty! Give it!”

You laugh as he claws his way to the box and pulls out a facial cleansing brush. He cackles, throwing his head back, “that’s not what I was expecting, but thank you darling.” He pecks your cheek and turns the box over to read its instructions.

“You’re welcome, gorgeous.”

Beelzebub:

Somehow, you had a way of bringing his brothers together. He’s felt closer to his family in the past month than he has in centuries. To Beel, that was a gift in itself.

But he was really hoping you had another one for him.

His own gift, for one of his older brothers, was wrapped and sitting at his feet as he gnawed through a piece of the gingerbread house you’d made together a few nights ago. He watched everyone interacting and smiled the entire time.

He handed his present off then realized he was the last one without a gift. And you were the only person who hadn’t given one, a box still in your lap.

About the time he notices, you stand and hand him the large box, covered in a candy cane printed paper. He carefully unwraps it and pops the box open to find… a bunch of food. He gives you a look.

“These are a lot of my favorite snacks from the Human Realm. I hope you like them.” you say. Beel glances back down to the box, filled with candy bars and packets of chips and some kind of cookies. He’s ready to tear into it immediately, but since it was a gift from you… he’ll try to make it last a little while.

Belphegor:

Belphie had to admit he didn’t care about this shit. Not at all. His celestial family could get fucked. And hell, he doesn’t like most of his brothers, but… he noticed how happy it made you. And his twin for that matter, so…

He struggled to stay awake while everyone opened gifts. And about the time he dozed off, he’s lightly shaken by Beel. “It’s your turn,” he says.

Belphie starts to open his eyes, but can’t hold them open. And his sin carries him away, not caring that he has a gift to open.

“Here.” He vaguely hears you whisper, followed by a tearing noise. “Just raise up a bit.”

Suddenly, he feels something soft and warm under his head and snuggles into it. Then, something of the same texture is draped over him. “Merry Christmas, Bel.” you say, pushing his bangs out of his face.

When he wakes, an hour later, the room is empty. It’s just him asleep on the couch. He raises up slightly, squinting at the seats his brothers had been in. The one you’d been in. Then he realized that he’d fallen asleep.

“Damn it!” he says, feeling like shit. He tried so hard.

At this point, you’d been on your way to check on him (and fix his blanket if necessary). “Belphie, are you okay?” you ask, padding over to the couch.

“I missed present time,” he pouts.

You stifle a laugh, the poor demon doesn’t seem to realize that he’s using his gift. “Check under your head, hon.”

Belphie turns his head and his eyebrows scrunch up. He sits upright and produces a strangely shaped stuffed animal from where he’d just been laying. A cow, with blue splotches.

His eyes widen when you show him the strap that converts it to a pillow. And when you sing the jingle, “it’s a pillow, it’s a pet,” he laughs.

“Wait, are there more of these?” he asks seriously, holding the cow in his lap.

“Mhmm. Maybe I’ll have to get you a different one for your birthday?”

He nods and rubs his hand on the fur of the cow. “Thank you MC.”

Epilogue:

After everyone had finished opening their Secret Santa gifts, it was technically time for breakfast, but you have other plans.

You tell the boys to hold on a sec and grab Mammon’s hand, dragging him towards your room. “Woah! What’s goin’ on?!” he asks. Not that he minds being dragged to your bedroom…

But, once you get him there, you merely hand him four boxes. Then you pick up three yourself and return to the living room. And when you start to hand out the boxes, everyone starts to protest.

“Okay, so I know, I know. We were only allowed to get one present, but I’m the human, so rules don’t apply to me.” you say, handing the last box to Beel, for Belphie when he wakes up.

And everyone starts to open their surprise gifts, to find identical books. Lucifer raises a brow, “what’s this?”

Meanwhile, Asmo has already opened his, “oh MC! This is amazing!”

You’d made each of them scrapbooks of photos you loved. With descriptions and dates beside each picture. Among them are pictures you’d taken the first day you arrived and every day up till now.

It was quite the collection, filled with selfies and candids and one in particular you knew Lucifer would be mad about, but maybe he won’t notice.

“Heh, look how mad Lucifer looks on page 4,” Satan laughs. Well, there goes hoping he won’t see it.

After a few seconds, Lucifer groans, “MC, was it really appropriate to add photos from that night?”

“Yes.” He groans at your answer. “No one else is going to see it but us,” you say.

“That is not reassuring,” he mutters, flipping to the next page.

Knowing that an eighth copy of the book rests on your bedside table, with plenty of empty pages, you take out your phone and open its camera.

“Hey, merry Christmas!” you say, pointing your phone at them. Each of the demons looks up to say it back and you snap a photo. Asmo demands to see it and then asks you to take a selfie with him, for Devilgram.

And of course, everyone else wants the same. So… you take several more photos and finally settle on the arm of the couch. “Oh, I love you guys.” you say, mostly to yourself, as everyone is laughing about a picture of Mammon and Levi on page thirteen.

You spend the next hour this way, reminiscing and poring over the memories in the pages. And you’re thankful for every single one.

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flourgirl · 4 years ago

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Sick of Losing Soulmates

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Months after you and Peter have broken up, you run into each other at Harry’s Christmas party.

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Both fluffy and angsty. Mentions of alcohol and sex. A mild amount of curse words.

A/N: I’m ALIVE! I hope you all are having a wonderful holiday season, and Merry Christmas to everybody that celebrates it! I am so happy to be able to share my work with all of you! Enjoy <3

“And maybe we got lost in translation Maybe I asked for too much But maybe this thing was a masterpiece Till you tore it all up” -All Too Well, Taylor Swift

He wasn’t supposed to be here. Harry had promised you that his roommate would be spending the holidays with May back in Queens. But here he was, wearing the sweater that you had given him last year with his arm snaked around another girl’s waist.

“Hey!” Betty grinned, throwing her arms around you. She had a half-empty glass of mulled wine that you could tell was doing a good job of getting her tipsy. “I’ve missed you so much, Y/N. We never see each other anymore.”

She pouted, a pair of reindeer antlers where her signature black headband usually sat. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, yeah,” you assured her, still staring at Peter effortlessly carrying the conversation with a bunch of people you didn’t recognize. “Uh, who’s the girl with Peter?”

“Gwen Stacy,” she muttered, obviously not a very big fan. You figured it was because there was only room for one preppy blonde girl, and Betty didn’t feel like sharing that position with anybody else. “Don’t worry though! It’s nothing serious. Peter actually hasn’t really dated anybody ever since the two of you…”

Her voice trailed off as you locked eyes with her, silently communicating for her to drop the subject. It was a relief to know that he hadn’t moved on, but the fact that he was wrapped up in a fling with somebody else still made your heart hurt.

“Come on, Y/N. I’m sure MJ and Ned would love to see you! They’re over in the kitchen.” She reached for your hand, dragging you along through Harry’s expertly decorated apartment.

You dropped the box of cookies that you had baked on the counter before tapping MJ on the shoulder. She was turned away from you, lecturing Ned on why his secondhand Beyblades were not acceptable Christmas presents.

“Who the hell is touching me?” she snapped, turning around with a look on her face that told you she was ready to throw hands. “Holy fuck. Y/N! How long have you been here?”

MJ’s frown faded into a smile as she pulled you into a side-hug, her other hand busy nursing a glass of Harry’s infamously terrible eggnog. “Only a few minutes,” you laughed, your face smushed into her torso.

“Hi,” Ned piped up, offering a small wave. You could tell he didn’t really know where he stood ever since his best friend basically ripped your heart out and threw it on the floor. Well, it wasn’t actually that dramatic, but he had a flair for exaggerating stories. “Remember me?”

“Of course, stupid,” you grinned, offering a fist bump that he happily accepted. “How could I forget those iconic fits of yours?”

“True,” he said, popping his collar and doing a little twirl that made Betty and MJ roll their eyes. “You look pretty fly too, though.”

“Thanks,” you replied, holding the edge of your dress as you curtsied, something you and Ned had made a habit of doing as the so-called best dressed members of the group.

“You two are just as ridiculous as ever,” Betty mused, happy to see you still fit in just as perfectly as when you were Peter’s girlfriend, even if you weren’t around as much.

The reunion was interrupted by the loud chatter of a certain couple, and your heart sank as you watched a very drunk Peter and Gwen stumble towards the kitchen, a giggling mess. They situated themselves under the archway that separated the two rooms, a piece of mistletoe conveniently hanging above them.

You could tell that MJ was ready to put a stop to her friend’s embarrassing behavior, and the looks on Ned and Betty’s faces told you that they had no intentions of holding her back.

“They’re so gross,” MJ complained, setting down her untouched cup before excusing herself to drag Peter out of his drunken makeout session. “I can’t believe he’d do that when you’re right here!”

“Wait, MJ,” you blurted, grabbing onto her wrist to stop her. She turned to face you, her eyebrows furrowed. “It’s okay. I don’t care about it. I’m just going to head to the bathroom, alright? I’ll be right back.”

You did your best to stop yourself from tearing up, although you realized you had made the utter mistake of forgetting that the very arch that Peter and Gwen were sucking each other’s faces under was the only way out of the kitchen.

Not even a few moments of you awkwardly standing next to them, occasionally clearing your throat, made them notice you. Eventually, the discomfort grew too heavy, and you tapped Peter on the shoulder. He finally pulled away from Gwen, her lipstick smudged across his mouth and a dazed look on his face.

Gwen whimpered at the loss of his kiss, obviously annoyed at the random girl that had just interrupted them. As soon as Peter recognized that it was you, he stepped away from her, wiping his mouth and fixing the hair she had been running her hands through, just like you used to.

“Y/N. I didn’t know that you’d be here,” he reasoned, a blush spreading across his face as a sense of regret settled into his stomach.

“Obviously,” you sighed. This wasn’t the Peter you knew—the sweet, shy one that you had fallen in love with. “You guys are blocking the hallway, by the way.”

“Shit, sorry,” he stammered, stepping aside to allow you to pass in between them. He followed you, leaving Gwen irritated and confused as to who you were. “Y/N. Can we talk later?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Nice sweater, though,” you quipped, not even turning back to meet his gaze before climbing the stairs towards the guest bathroom. Everything felt all too familiar, memories of you and Peter stumbling up the same steps after a date flooding your brain.

The first time Peter had kissed you was after MJ’s birthday party. Neither of you had been drinking, since you hated alcohol and Peter refused to touch any before he turned 21. This meant that you got to spend the whole night laughing at everybody else’s drunken mischief.

In the middle of his performance of some Nicki Minaj song, Ned managed to spill a whole can of beer on you and Peter, which resulted in many cheers as the two of you ran to his room to grab a change of clothes. Shirts came off, confessions were made, and the party went on without you guys.

You took a deep breath, shutting the bathroom door behind you and sitting on the edge of the bathtub. If you had known Peter would end up being here, you would have never accepted Harry’s invitation. There were so many old wounds being opened up that you had spent months trying to heal, and you weren’t sure some stupid Christmas party was worth it.

But you didn’t want to leave. It wasn’t fair how much the break up had stolen from you. All of your friends were here and you were tired of shying away from going out with them anymore because you were too scared to see Peter. Too scared that you would never be able to stop being in love with him.

By the time you rejoined the rest of your friends, Harry was announcing that it was time to start the game of White Elephant. You bit the edges of your fingernails as the party guests filed into Harry’s living room, hoping that Peter wouldn’t somehow pick your present.

“What’d you bring?” you asked Betty, squishing in next to her on the couch.

“Gift card to In-N-Out,” she giggled, satisfied that her present could only be used on the other side of the country. “But Harry’s rich friends might not have any trouble flying their private jets to California, so maybe I’m not as clever as I thought.”

“Heard that,” Harry said, leaning behind you on the edge of the couch. He placed a quick kiss on your cheek, something the two of you had always done as friends but stopped once you started dating Peter. “Hey, Y/N. Glad you could make it.”

“Hey, you,” you replied, smiling back at him, your leg bouncing impatiently. “We doing this thing or what?”

“Yeah, yeah, give me a minute,” he laughed, running out of the room. Moments later, he came back wearing a fake beard and a Santa hat, complete with a miniature sack of toys.

“Alright, boys and girls. Let’s get this game started! Hopefully you all know the rules, but I’ll repeat them anyway. I draw a name out of the sack, you pick a random present and open it up for everybody to see. The next person that goes can either steal your gift or pick a new one. If your gift gets stolen, you get to do the same. No stealing twice!”

The first couple of people you didn’t really know, and they had all pulled presents that were relatively uninteresting. A scented candle, toilet paper, a pair of socks. Nothing you really considered worth stealing, although Ned ended up taking a framed, autographed photo of Harry from MJ, which resulted in her stealing Gwen’s mini waffle iron.

By the time it was your turn, there weren’t many gifts left. Going with your gut, you grabbed the bag covered in glittering polar bears. Reaching past all of the tissue paper stuffed inside, you pulled out a red sweatshirt that you unfolded to see had a large graphic of Spider-Man printed on it.

“Oh,” you said, a little confused. The only people you knew that wore stuff with the Avengers on it were little kids, but you figured that was part of the joke. “I mean, I prefer Captain America, but thanks, whoever this is from!”

Peter’s face blushed to a shade of red, amazed that out of all the presents, you picked his. The only issue was that you didn’t know that he was actually the guy on the front of it. Nobody except Ned knew, although he was sure that MJ and Harry had caught on to his secret identity by now.

“Okay, two people left. Jake, you’re up next, buddy,” Harry called out, happily bouncing around the room, his Santa hat now replaced with a baseball cap that had “I Love Ned!” embroidered on it. You watched nervously as he walked around the room, eyeing up all of the presents before settling on the tiny, golden box that you had placed under the tree when you first arrived.

“Let’s see what we’re working with,” he smirked. Your thoughts raced, immediately feeling a sense of regret over the gift you had picked. “Oh, shit. Sweet! I’ve got a date with Y/N!”

“Sup, baby,” Jake continued, his words slightly slurred. He pointed at you and winked, and you offered him a polite smile in return. “We’re gonna have a good time. Just name the time and place and I got you.”

“Awesome, congrats, man,” Harry said, obviously ready for the game to be over. It had been going for way longer than any of you had expected, mostly due to the fact that two girls wouldn’t stop arguing over a piece of rose quartz. “Okay, we’re nearly finished, guys. Peter, you’re up. Pick any of the gifts that haven’t been stolen yet, or the last one under the tree.”

You locked eyes with him, a familiar scowl on his face that told you he was thinking really hard about which gift to pick. His spidey-senses felt your heartbeat pick up as he walked around the room before stopping in front of Jake, who was busy gloating to his friend about how “hot” you were. Your face heated up as you watched Peter take the little note that you had written out of Jake’s hands, smugly gesturing for him to pick up the present under the tree.

He waved sheepishly at you, and you felt both relieved and angry at his decision. Did you want to go on that date with Jake? No. Were you still mad that, technically, you now had to go out with your ex-boyfriend? Yes.

The game ended and the party-goers dispersed throughout the apartment. You lingered in your spot on the couch, your arms crossed and heart full of mixed emotions. Peter, whose gaze never strayed from you, walked over to where you were sitting.

“We don’t actually have to go out,” he whispered, hoping that you’d actually look at him this time. “I just didn’t think you wanted to go out with that guy. He seemed like kind of an asshole.”

“Yeah, well, it would have been nice if you let me decide that. You’re not my boyfriend, anymore Peter. We aren’t even friends. You don’t get a say in who I go out on dates with,” you grumbled, your eyes focusing on everything in the room except for him.

Before you could say anything else, Peter had already grabbed you by the hand, dragging you away from the rest of the party. Strangely enough, you went along with it, a little curious to hear him out.

You started to remember your first date, and it was almost like you could hear his excited laughter after you finally managed to knock a pin down. It became a tradition that whenever you had something to celebrate, Peter would pick you up and twirl you around until you had to beg him to stop.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Peter slamming the door behind him and cornering you against it, his heartbeat racing. He had pulled you into the laundry room. “I can’t stand seeing you with anybody else,” he panted, eyes flickering down towards your mouth.

His hand pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear, and your breath hitched as you felt his rough fingertips against your skin. But before he could lean in to kiss you, you were ducking underneath his arm and backing away.

“Peter, we really shouldn’t,” you whispered, watching the disappointment wash over his face. No matter how much you wanted to kiss him, you just couldn't forget how he had broken your heart months ago. “It’s over, okay?”

“Y/N, please. I—”

“You what? You love me? Because last time we were together, I told you how much I loved you and you said that we should break up. Remember?” you cried, embarrassed at how you couldn’t control your emotions anymore. “You’re just… you’re too late.”

You fumbled with the door, slipping through the opening before rushing towards the balcony. As soon as the cold air hit you, a wave of relief washed over your body, and you laid your head against the metal railing. Your breathing slowed and time seemed to stand still as you watched the snowflakes flutter through the wind.

“Peter’s an idiot,” you heard a voice call out from behind you. You turned to see Harry holding an extra coat in his arms, and you started to wonder just how long you had been standing out there. He draped it over your shoulders before leaning next to you against the balcony’s edge.

“Huh?” you asked, wondering if he knew what had just happened. You looked at him, the multicolored Christmas lights reflecting off his shiny hair. “What do you mean?”

“He’s stupid for ever letting you go,” he remarked. He had a look in his eyes that made you unsure of what he actually meant. “I mean, look at you. You’re so beautiful, and smart, and funny. And if he was dumb enough to throw all of that away, then yeah, Peter’s an idiot.”

“Oh, thanks, I guess,” you shrugged, your voice faint under the music that was still playing inside. You looked at him, his cheeks a rosy hue, which you couldn’t tell was from the cold or whatever he was trying to tell you.

“You know, I used to have the biggest crush on you,” Harry admitted, laughing a little bit at how nervous he was. Everybody knew that he was a player, so being flustered over a girl was uncharted territory for him. “I never told you this, but you were my first kiss.”

“Wait, really?” you asked, a little shocked at his confession. “But I thought you kissed Sarah Emerson on the playground in the fifth grade?”

“Nope. I was just a liar,” he grinned, running a hand through his hair. “It was right before our eighth grade formal, when you asked me to teach you how to kiss because you were scared that Jeremy Pellegrino was going to try and french you.

“Oh! I forgot all about that,” you laughed, suddenly remembering just how long you and Harry had been friends. “Hold on a second... You gave me kissing lessons without knowing how to kiss!?”

“Guilty,” Harry chuckled as you punched him on the arm. “Ow! Damn, Y/N. When did you get so strong?”

“I have a lot of rage,” you mumbled before the two of you burst out into laughter, which slowly faded into a comfortable silence.

“You don’t feel that way anymore, right?” you wondered out loud. Harry looked at you, smiling softly.

“No, not anymore,” he affirmed, and you let out a sigh of relief. You knew what it felt like to love someone and not be loved back. “I think what really helped me get over it was seeing how happy you and Parker were when you were dating.”

“He misses you a lot,” Harry continued, his tone more serious than before. “He keeps this scarf that you left behind under his pillow because it still smells like you. I found out because he was having a pretty bad dream one night and I had to try really hard to calm him back down. And we both thought Gwen would help him move on and get his mind off of you, but I think she only made him realize just how much he still loves you—”

“Harry,” you interrupted, cutting his rambles short. “Why are you telling me all of this?”

“Because you and Peter should be together.”

“You think so?” you asked him, pulling the jacket tighter to keep you warm.

“Yeah. We all do.” It took only seconds for Harry to realize his fumble, accidentally admitting that the whole thing had been planned by him and your friends.

“We?” Your frowned, all of the coincidences from tonight suddenly making much more sense. “Wait, did you know that Peter was going to be here tonight all along?”

“Uh… yeah, about that. MJ, Ned, and I have kind of been pulling a Parent Trap on you guys.”

“HARRY!” You glared inside to see them not-so-secretly watching the entire exchange from behind the Christmas tree. Ned did some awkward finger guns, which MJ immediately swatted down. “I am so going to get you guys!”

You marched inside to where your friends were attempting to hide, the rest of the party guests too drunk and oblivious to notice what was happening.

“The eagle has left the nest. I repeat, The eagle has left the nest!” Ned yelled, ducking behind MJ, who was already shielding herself with a throw pillow.

“What’s going on?” Betty whined, half-asleep on the couch. “Is this that stupid plan about Peter and Y/N?”

“It’s not stupid!” Harry grumbled, his voice cracking a little bit. You could hear MJ snorting about it from her hiding spot. “Whatever, Michelle.”

“Shut up!” she shouted back.

“No, you!” he said, crossing his arms and standing his ground.

“Make me,” MJ said, narrowing her eyes and shooting daggers at him.

“Uh, guys. This isn’t about you two,” Ned interrupted, snapping them out of their mini argument. There was a weird tension between them that you just knew you would have to address some time in the future.

“Right,” MJ continued, sticking a middle finger up at Harry before turning to you. “Y/N. You should go talk to Peter.”

You nodded, exchanging hopeful looks with each of your friends before walking away. They might be dramatic goofballs, but you loved them so much that you didn’t really care.

Wandering around the party, you spotted Peter trapped in a conversation with Brad Davis, who was explaining his conspiracy theories about the Denver Airport and its demonic horse statue.

“So, all I’m saying is that they’re totally planning the end of the world over there. I mean, the Freemasons built an entire bunker for when they activate the nukes!” he rambled, Peter politely nodding along to his nonsense.

“Hey,” you said, tapping Brad on the shoulder and batting your eyelashes at him. “Can I borrow Peter?”

“Uh, yeah, totally, Y/N,” he stuttered, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards into a smirk. You could smell the peppermint Schnapps on his breath.

“Great. Thanks, Brad!” you smiled, grabbing Peter’s hand and pulling him towards the staircase. By the time you made it to his bedroom, he had already asked what was going on about ten times.

“Why’d you dump me?” you asked, the two of you sitting together on the edge of his bed, your knee brushing against his. He could tell you were wasting no time in getting to the point. “Be honest.”

He stared at the floor, unsure of how to answer your question. You reached for his hand, running your thumb across his knuckles until he looked up to see you smiling at him. His eyes were starting to water. “Just tell me, Peter. It’s okay.”

“I was scared,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “I was scared of how much I love you. I mean, Liz was just a crush, and Gwen was a hookup. I’ve only ever loved you, Y/N. Before we met, I had to watch May’s heart break day after day when we lost Uncle Ben, and when I realized how much I loved you... I just wasn’t sure if I could handle ever losing you like that. And so I felt like I needed to protect you from all of the people who would want to hurt you.”

“Hey, Peter. Calm down. I’m right here,” you whispered, wiping a tear from his face. You watched as his breathing slowed, eventually evening out. “Why would anybody want to hurt me?”

“Because…” he started, hesitating a little bit. “Because I’m Spider-Man.”

Your eyes grew big as you mulled over what he had just said. “Are you being serious right now?”

He nodded, feeling a weight lift from his chest. Your eyes followed him as he walked over to his closet, digging around through piles of clothes before he found what he was looking for.

“Holy shit,” you breathed out. Peter was holding up Spider-Man’s suit. His suit. The sweatshirt from earlier made a lot more sense now.

“I would never lie to you,” he said, folding it up and sitting back down. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I thought I was doing the right thing—that you’d be safe—but I was so stupid. I, uh, I think about you all the time. I worry whether you’ve gotten home alright and how your little brother’s doing and if your mom got the promotion that she wanted and—”

You cut him off with a kiss, something you had been dying to do ever since you shut his bedroom door. “I forgive you,” you sighed, gently playing with his hair.

Peter stared back at you, a grin slowly spreading across his face. “Does this mean that we’re back together?”

“Yep,” you confirmed, before leaning into another kiss. And another. And another.

“Wait,” Peter said, breaking away from you. “I have a present for you. It’s actually from when we first started dating, but I was waiting until Christmas to give it to you.”

He moved to his desk, digging through one of the drawers before pulling out a flash drive. “Here it is,” he smiled, dropping it into your hand. It had your name scribbled on it next to a cat sticker. “It’s a playlist. Of all the songs that make me think of you. I think it’s got around a hundred on there?”

“Wow,” you beamed, marveling at the little piece of plastic in your hand. “You’re making me look bad. I didn’t get you anything.”

“Not true. You owe me a date, remember?” he reminded you, wiggling his eyebrows and pulling you into his lap.

“You’re right. Let me think,” you hummed, running through all the ideas of what the two of you could do. “Oh! I got it. The Central Park Squirrel Census for this year just got released. What if we analyzed the data? You could do the wrangling and I could do the visualizations!”

“I love you so much,” he laughed, pressing a kiss onto the tip of your nose. You giggled as Peter buried his face into your shoulder, his grip around your waist tightening. “But you are such a nerd.”

“I’m your nerd, Parker,” you agreed, leaning further into his embrace. “Always have been and always will be.”

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tcsparky-blog · 4 years ago

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The increasing war against Christians

If you are a believer of the Christian religion like I am, this is a very special week for you. It is holy week and Christians around the world commemorate the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. I do not know if other fellow believers feel the same way, but don't you feel as if there is huge war brewing against us and our beliefs? It is like our beliefs and what we stand for are becoming increasingly mocked and ridiculed by non-believers. Christians have always faced persecution in many areas of the world. Many are in jails at the current time for openly expressing their faiths. It seems like it will only be a matter of time before those things start happening here in the United States. Whether you like it or not, there is an effort here in the United States to wage a war against Christians and the war has just begun. .

The sudden rise of the politically correct culture is a prime example of this war. Suppose you are a huge sports celebrity and someone asks you in an interview about gay marriage. You give an answer based on your Christian beliefs that marriage should be between a man and a woman, period. Word gets out on your answer and you are condemned in social media as being some sort of homophobic or hater. Now imagine if you are a CEO of a major company and word gets out that you believe marriage should be between a man and a woman with no exceptions. And that opinion comes from your Christian beliefs or what is stated in the Bible. It is highly likely that your company will be a target and there will be a huge effort by some to boycott your company. How dare you stand up for your beliefs. Furthermore, you state the importance of traditional family values and how important they are to our society. In some people's opinion, you should be put away for life!

There are other examples of this anti-Christian war. Take for instance prayer. Many schools are banning Christian school children from holding prayer meetings on school grounds. And did I mention Christmas? Now it is not politically correct to even say "Merry Christmas". It has to be "Happy Holidays". Christmas is a Christian holiday as well and certain groups are trying to take away its meaning. How sad is that? Forget about putting a statue of Jesus or any symbol of Christianity in a public setting. You will have to take it down. That even goes for many signs. I find this very interesting because there are numerous symbols all around us that go against Christian beliefs and people are fine with them. Your right to say that you are forcing your beliefs upon society is taken away when you support some symbols and television programs that are very anti-Christian, but support banning all Christian symbols and programming. Who exactly is forcing their beliefs?

It further puzzles me why people are so offended by a religion that could do wonders for this country. I think many folks simple fail to understand what Christianity is all about. When practiced properly, our society will blossom. Imagine a society where people would actually reach out and put serving others ahead of their own interests. Or we would treat and respect people with kindness and respect. For those of you who think that all Christians hate LGBTQ people, that is totally absurd. There should be no hate in the heart of a Christian, only love for others. Imagine a country where everyone loved one another. I can guarantee you that many of our problems would be eliminated. But we want to wage war against that type of belief system? I don't understand!!

The war against Christians will no doubt test the faith of millions of Christians in this country. Many have already caved to the pressures. But like many other wars against God, this one will fail too. It is simply impossible to defeat God. Christians should feel good that they have a higher power with them to guide them in this war. You don't even have to be a Christian to see this war as strictly taking away the rights of millions of people in this country. It is a very troubling and unjust war.

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vikingsarememes · 5 years ago

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Pairing: Y/N x Ragnarssons

summary: you and your mother are visiting her best friend Aslaug in her country house as a Christmas tradition! you get reunited with your childhood friends; Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd and Ivar, too many good memories and they’re definitely more dramatic than you remember

warnings: light bullying

word count: 2712

A/N: this is a little messy but hopefully it will lighten up your holidays! requests are pretty open so feel free to do that, but nothing smutty though, I personally believe I’ll suck at writing smut, oh and Merry Christmas!

Your mother and Aslaug Lothbrok had been friends ever since you could remember, you were raised with ِAslaug’s boys as one of them, you were treated as a family, your father died when you were an infant while Aslaug’s husband disappeared shortly after her youngest son was born, Christmas was a lonely time for both women, that’s why they made it a tradition to celebrate it together even though time sent each in a different path.

Every year, you’d speed a weekend at the Lothbrok’s country house, all the boys would fly and drop whatever they were doing and go there, and this year was no different.

You and mother arrived, knocked on the door, Aslaug was the one to open it, she immediately greeted you both with a hug “Elvi! My dearest friend, you are finally here! Y/N! Look at you! You grew into becoming such a lovely woman! Come in, your rooms are ready if you want to rest and the boys are already here” she announced after both of you entered the house, Aslaug was ridiculously rich, and the country house showed that well.

Aslaug and your mother instantly ignored your existence and headed to the kitchen to catch up with each other, while you put your bags aside then headed to the living room, where you could hear loud screams, laughter, and noises, once you set a foot in the room, it went soundless, the four boys looked at you as if they saw a ghost, “uh… Hi?” you said uncertain of their reaction.

“Y/N?” Ubbe asked confused, perhaps a year could change someone more than they think “of course it’s Y/N! Who else could make us go quiet like that” Hvitserk rolled his eyes and got up, he walked to you and hugged you “it’s been so long! We almost forgot you existed” he chuckled and his brothers followed, hugging you one after another, welcoming you among them “excuse us for not recognizing you, last year you had glasses on and braces!” Ubbe clarified and you rolled your eyes “thank you for reminding me Ubbe” you scoffed.

You sat down on one of the empty couches “so… Y/N tell us! How’s New York treating you?” Ivar asked curiously “very well, I’m a photographer for TIMES magazine now, and things are great, I love the city, it’s not as beautiful as it is here, not as calm but it has its own beauty, you guys should visit me there someday! I’ll take you to my favorite spots and introduce you to amazing people!” you beamed “any boys we should beat?” Sigurd grinned “No, unless you count my colleague Karan, he’s an asshole, but other than that, I’m as single as I could ever be” you explained, Ivar laughed, while his brothers looked at each other as if they just heard that they were nominated for an award.

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Aslaug called you in as her and your mother prepared a table, it was time for dinner, the five of you took your usual seats, the ones that were decided ever since you were children, Aslaug and your mother excelled themselves this year; turkey, pumpkin pie, ham, a feast made for ten at least, you wondered how you’d finish all the food but then Hvitserk started eating.

Small talks filled the air, mostly your mother asking about the boys’ life now, Ubbe’s been married to a woman named Margrethe, she ran away and returned after many months but he divorced her, Hvitserk had been the same player he is, Sigurd was discreet, no one knew what’s new with him, and Ivar moved out of his mother’s house and he’s seeing a physician to treat his ongoing condition, he can walk now, with the use of crutches, of course, last time you saw him he used a wheelchair.

“And this woman, she knocked on my door in the middle of the night and stripped! She said she wanted to get back at her ex! I closed the door and went back to eating the chicken legs on the bed!” Hvitserk exclaimed the others laughed, Aslaug and your mother seemed more interested in whispering between the two of them.

“It’s so unlike you to refuse a woman brother!” Ivar noted as he picked a piece of turkey meat in his fork and ate it “I love women, yes, but no one can interrupt my binge eating after midnight on a weekend! It’s the holy laws of my household, besides, there will be next times, don’t worry about me, I’m quite charming” he smirked and sipped some wine.

“Excuse Ivar, he’s nineteen and hadn’t gotten laid yet, he doesn’t possibly understand pussies can be replaced” Sigurd mocked, everyone but Ivar laughed and with that, you knew it wasn’t a dinner anymore, it was a warzone “I doubt you know more than I do Sigurd” Ivar responded, he was angry you could tell, even if he hid it well behind a calm tone and a fake smile.

“I know my dick works, can you say the same?” Sigurd replied, seeming offended by Ivar “Jesus Christ Sigurd! Enough! we’re trying to eat!” Ubbe finally said and their little conversation died like that, an awkward silence fell upon the table, besides the whispers of your mothers of course.

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The five of you decided to sit and watch a movie, like the good old days when you used to be children, it was night and you were bored, after all, Hvitserk brought a popcorn bowl for everyone, Sigurd took responsibility for the drinks, while Ivar set up the movies mode on the television while you and Ubbe brought the blankets and pillows for everyone.

“We are not watching Ready or Not Ivar! It’s Christmas! We will watch a Christmas movie!” Ubbe bickered, “just because its Christmas doesn’t mean we have to watch some romantic bullshit with tacky writing!” Ivar protested “I thought we were watching a comedy” Hvitserk pouted, “we agreed we’ll watch a musical!” Sigurd said annoyed.

With that everyone started arguing and screaming at each other, as much as you love these boys, you hated it when that happens, you took a deep breath then whistled, grabbing everyone’s attention “we’ll watch the lion king, and that’s final, it has horror aka Scar, Comedy aka Timon and Bomba, Romance Simba and Nala, and of course amazing music!” you listed and didn’t wait for anyone to complain, one thing you remember clearly about the boys, they’d leave their differences aside for a good Disney Classical gem.

No one said anything during the film, all of you were so concentrated, and even though you saw the movie thousands of times, you all cried at the sad parts, laughed at the funny parts, and awed at the lovely parts, Hvitserk finished his popcorn before the end of the first half, he then started stealing from everyone else’s, you ended up sharing yours with him since you couldn’t really finish it by your own, it only made him last for another thirty minutes.

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After the movie was over, and the crying had stopped, you all decided to revive an old Christmas ritual of yours, which is playing spin the bottle, thanks to Hvitserk you already had an empty bottle to spin, the five of you sat in a circle, and Ubbe span it first.

The bottle’s neck stopped on Sigurd and the bottom on Ubbe, Ubbe was to ask, and if the person didn’t want to answer they must drink a shot of vodka that was already prepared by you, Ubbe snickered a little “Sigurd, my little brother! What should I ask you?” he said thinking, even though part of you suspected he already had something in mind “Sigurd when will you bring us a man to the house?” Ubbe asked with a wicked smirk, rumors have it, Sigurd was gay but no one can confirm it “why? You’re not man yourself you need a manlier man?�� Sigurd replied playing dumb “he’s asking whether you are gay or not” Ivar jumped, Sigurd rolled his eyes and took a shot.

Next, it was you and Hvitserk, your turn to ask him “how is it even possible that you don’t get fat? You eat so much!” you said “is this a question or a personal assault?” he frowned “a question man! I need your diet tips” you answered “well, I move a lot usually, not now but back in my place it’s not rare to see me running around the house screaming at three in the morning, I just move a lot, also sex helps lose weight” he shrugged.

Later it was Sigurd and Ivar “how come you’re a spoiled brat at the age of nineteen?” Sigurd asked him, mainly to piss him off “because mother was disappointed enough by the time I was born and she wanted to make sure I wouldn’t end up an annoying turd like you” he replied with a grin on his face that declares he won this round of sarcasm.

“Ubbe, tell us, who’s the mysterious woman you’ve been texting whenever you had a chance?” Hvitserk asked when it was his turn to ask a question “oh, it’s no mysterious woman, it’s Torvi, we are sending dog memes to each other” he responded “Bjorn’s Torvi?” you asked shocked, almost as shocked as everyone, the four of you exchanged a look, Ubbe looked at you all confused, letting a what but no one answered.

And for the final spin, it was Ivar’s turn to ask you a question “Y/N, tell us, now that you are a lovely grown woman, which one of us would you rather date if you have a chance?” he asked with a prying look on his face “well Ivar, you are mean, Hvitserk’s head on the cloud all the time, Sigurd is basically a bully, Ubbe is too old for me, so that leaves me with no one unless you guys have a secret ideal brother?” you grinned, the four boys were left speechless.

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You all agreed to ditch the rooms and have a sleepover in front of the TV, you agreed on watching Lilo and Stitch’s two movies until you fall asleep, Sigurd and Ivar went upstairs to their rooms to grab few things, Ivar hated the stairs, you know that cause he kept cursing with every few steps he took, you also heard the sound of something falling but no one really paid any attention.

Later, the blue-eyed rascal returned, holding a blanket and another pillow, with a big grin on his face “why are you smiling?” you asked as you were the first to notice something was up, “what? Can’t I be happy for a change?” he replied, he can of course, but you were familiar with this mischievous smile too well “no, not really, what’s up?”

“I just saw Sigurd roll down the stairs” he chuckled, his brothers looked at him as if it was the most normal thing ever, Ubbe quickly got up and went to check on Sigurd while Hvitserk just sighed and focused on the screen instead.

“You bastard! What’s wrong with you? I told you to hold me!” a shouting, angry, injured Sigurd stormed in “I can’t, I’m nothing but a useless cripple remember?” Ivar said giving him the most innocent look ever while Sigurd glared at him non stop.

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You were the first to wake up, you went to the kitchen and prepared coffee for yourself and everyone else, Ivar followed next, the two of you sat and ate your breakfast together, it was quite nice, Ivar was a nice guy when his brothers weren’t around.

“So… tell me about the physical therapy, is it actually working?” you asked, he nodded “yes, it’s extreme though, I thought I’ve experienced all kind of pain but apparently I’m wrong, nothing is more painful than taking your first step, I could hear my bones cracking, that’s why the physician had to give me those braces and stings attaching my bones together” he explained, Ivar was okay to tell you about this kind of things, he trusted you enough to know he’s in pain.

“I’m sorry you had to go through this,” you said comforting “it’s alright, I can walk now and It’s not as painful as it used to be, I’m almost numb in the legs anyways unless I try to use them” he shrugged, Sigurd woke up next, he came to the kitchen and poured himself coffee in his mug, he took few sips “numb in the leg you say?” he snickered and spilled the rest of his coffee on Ivar’s leg, Ivar didn’t say much but you knew this hurt from his facial expressions even though he was hiding it well.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you shouted and ran to Ivar, helping him get up “what? He feels nothing! He said it himself!” Sigurd bickered “you can be such an asshole sometimes” you muttered and then you took Ivar to the downstairs bathroom, helping him clean up.

The skin was red from the heat, you reached for the first aid box in the mirrored cabin and treated his burn “I’m okay Y/N, you can stop worrying” he mumbled, you rolled your eyes “you’re welcome” you said sarcastically.

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You spent the whole day playing video games, or watching the Lothbroks play video games, or fight over video games, all but Ubbe who was deep in his phone, after a while, Hvitserk decided he’d lay his head on your lap and play sims on his phone instead, so it was only Ivar and Sigurd and you knew this would escalate sooner than it should.

“Would you play with my hair? I’ll share my stash with you” Hvitserk suggested, you nodded and started playing with his blond braids, he enjoyed it, then you decided it would be for the best to ignore Ivar and Sigurd this time, and get involved with the elder brothers.

“Why didn’t Bjorn and Torvi come?” you finally asked Ubbe, he shrugged, “Torvi says Assa is sick, that’s why they can’t make it on the road, Bjorn thinks it’s best to skip and go to Lagartha’s this year instead, it’s closer” you were really looking forward to meeting Bjorn, you weren’t very close but he was eye candy, you had a crush on him growing up.

Nothing serious but you simply liked looking at him, Ubbe knew, he’d always teased you about it, but this time he didn’t, he knew you’d tease him about Torvi if he does.

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“For christ’s sake, Hvitserk slow down on eating! This is no manners!” Aslaug shouted in the middle of the lunch after her son ate his second plate “I’m hungry” he protested, “maybe if you ate slower, you wouldn’t be this hungry!” she argued “oh come on Aslaug! Let the poor boy eat, he’s a developing boy!” your mother giggled “he’s twenty-five, he passed the level of being a developing boy instead he’s a food monster!” the two women laughed.

Hvitserk brushed them off and moved to the dessert instead, your mother’s famous krumkake, one that no one could resist or hate.

Ivar and Sigurd exchanged hateful glances every now and then, but they didn’t say a word to each other.

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You and your mother decided to leave in the evening, your brother, Havard was visiting tomorrow with his wife and two children, so you had to be home to prepare a meal and gifts, your mother and Aslaug spent what seemed like forever saying goodbyes, the uber driver hated you both for the delay.

The brothers said their farewells, already missing you, you invited them to your photography exhibition next month, you thought it would be a good idea for them to see your city, especially since they thought New York was nothing more than trash, they all promised to come.

You both got into the car and the man drove you to the airport “It was good seeing them no?” your mother asked, you were looking through the window, you wanted to stay there longer but your stupid brother had to ruin this for you “it was” you mumbled.

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theinkquiry · 6 years ago

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Christmas at the Tower

Prompt: Quick snapshots of what’s going on at Avengers Tower this Christmas

Starring: Peter and Tony, Steve and Bucky, Clint and Nat, & Thor and Loki

A/N: I haven’t posted in a ridiculously long amount of time, but I decided to get my ass in gear for the holidays. I hope you guys have a wonderful rest of 2018 and get lots of great gifts this year!

December 24th, 11:59 PM- Iron-Father, Son, and Holy Spirit

Tony yawned as he watched his bots drill in the final pieces on his new Reindeer Revolver 2.5. A t-shirt launcher style machine that could fire reindeer plushies with maximum speed, silence, and accuracy. That’ll show Barton. He grabbed his mug and tried to take a big gulp, only to be met with a few cold drops of coffee and disappointment.

“FRIDAY, whip me up a fresh brew.” Tony put down the mug and rubbed his eyes.

“Apologies, Mr. Stark. Mr. Parker has insisted you get a good night’s rest instead.” The AI replied. Tony could hear the smugness in her robotic voice.

“Since when did the kid-”

“He’s here, Mr. Stark.” FRIDAY cut him off.

Right on cue, the elevator chimed. Tony swiveled around just in time to see a tinsel-covered Peter barrelling towards him. He barely had time to get up before he caught the boy in his arms. A crinkling package the size of his upper body blocking most of his view.

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Stark!” Peter hopped back, holding out his slightly crushed gift.

Tony took the package off the boy’s hands with a chuckle. “Aren’t you supposed to be in bed, kid?”

“I wanted to be the first one to give you your present. Aunt May helped me with the wrapping, but I picked it out and put the bow on top.” Peter pointed to the little robots wearing Santa hats. He looked up at the man with bated breath.

Tony shook the package back and forth, holding it up to his ear. “Is it… a new robot?”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Come on, Mr. Stark, just open it already!”

“Alright, alright. Here we go!” Tony peeled off the tape, trying not to ruin the packaging. Taking a look at Peter, he tore open the wrappers faster. The boy looked like he would combust if Tony didn’t open it right that moment. Leaving the loose paper on the floor, he held up a familiarly dressed teddy bear.

“It’s you!” Peter exclaimed. “At first I thought it would be kinda dumb, but then Build-A-Bear just had to go and release the new Ironman bear. But when I went it was like, totally off. They couldn’t even get your hair right, so I got a regular bear and did it right. If you press the arc reactor, it’ll make laser noises. Isn’t that cool?”

Peter seemed to shrink as he rambled on. The poor kid, Tony thought. He was at a loss for what to say. He put in so much effort just to get a bear to look just like him. It had the little sunglasses and a tiny suit and everything. And true to his word, the arc reactor let out sound effects upon being pressed.

“This is, by far, the most handsome bear I’ve ever seen. Wouldn’t you agree, FRIDAY?” Tony held it up for inspection.

“Indeed, sir,” FRIDAY responded.

“You really like it?” Peter clasped his hands together.

Tony nodded and pat his head. “Of course I do! Look at this guy, he’s just like me! Only thing missing is a little matching spider-son bear. Hey, FRIDAY remind me to get that in the works tomorrow-”

“On it, sir.”

“-Thank you for the gift, Peter. I really appreciate it. This is by far going to be the best gift I’ve gotten.”

Peter looked like he was going to burst into tears. “I’m so glad you like it, Mr. Stark.”

“Aw, don’t cry on me kid. C’mere.” Tony opened his arms for a hug and was promptly tackled to the floor by the boy. It wasn’t as soft as he’d expected, but he laid there on the floor and hugged Peter as tightly as he could. He didn’t even mind breathing in the tinsel and aroma of burnt cookies from his holiday sweater.

“Sorry, Mr. Stark.” Peter scratched his head after helping the older man up.

“Don’t sweat it, kid. These kinds of reflexes are what makes you a top mark Avenger,” Tony grinned. Peter’s smile alone could have made ten Christmasses for the billionaire. “Say, why don’t we go up for some late night cocoa, get some rest, and then you can help me put the finishing touches on my Reindeer Revolver tomorrow morning?”

“Really?” Peter’s mouth was agape.

“Sure!” Tony nodded. “Your Aunt May can help too. She makes the best gingersnap cookies, I swear.”

The two stepped into the elevator and rode it all the way up to the main living space. A twinkling tree and pile of gifts greeted them upon entering the room. Tony pulled out two mugs as Peter fished out the cocoa powder and milk.

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Stark.”

“You too, kid. You too.”

December 25th, 8:00 AM- Two Old Hoots

It wasn’t exactly the most traditional thing to be out and about on Christmas morning. Everyone was probably back at the tower enjoying the premium heating and eating chocolate chip cookies for breakfast. Part of him wanted to be back there with them, laughing and celebrating, but another part of Steve told him that he needed to be here. Walking around Central Park on the jolliest day of the year all by himself.

It was tranquil and cold. It had snowed just two days ago, covering the park in fluffy white flakes and crystal ice. There wasn’t a single soul in sight, except for the occasional squirrel and bird. Deeper into the park, the city noises faded away and all Steve was left with was his own thoughts and the whispering wind.

Here it felt less like he didn’t belong. It was familiar, even if a lot has changed in the park itself as well. He could close his eyes and imagine the winters he used to know. Him and Bucky sledding down hills and collapsing in a giant pile of stitched jackets and snow at the bottom. Peeking through shop windows for toys that they couldn’t afford. Sitting near the fireplace and talking about nothing for hours, huddling closer for warmth.

Opening his eyes and being greeted with none of it. Sometimes Steve was so confused on how he felt about just existing. If he really was supposed to be here, or if he should have just spent another Christmas taking an ice nap. He exhaled, releasing a single cloud of cold breath into the air.

“Thought I’d find you here.”

Steve turned his head. A few steps behind him stood Bucky, wrapped up in a giant knit hat and scarf. His hands shoved into his pockets, and hair covering part of his face.

“How’d ya know?” Steve went back to gazing at the frozen lake.

He heard Bucky stand next to him and wrap an arm around his shoulders. “Call it intuition or years of training as the perfect tracker.”

Steve let out a single snort.

Bucky sighed. “We missed you at the tower this mornin’. I figured you just needed to clear your head. Presents already got opened though, so I figured I’d bring yours to you.”

Steve cocked his eyebrow and Bucky fished out two rectangles from inside his coat.

“It ain’t everything. Peter got you something the size of the tree, and I wasn’t gonna lug it all the way out here for your sorry ass. But these two are from me.”

Steve snorted. “That’s one way to start a Christmas.”

“Says the guy who got up at the crack of dawn to mope in a park.” Bucky elbowed the supersoldier. “Now are you gonna open ‘em?”

He gingerly unwrapped the package, revealing a picture frame. Turning it around, Steve gasped. “It’s…”

A very old photograph was tucked between the glass. Steve hadn’t seen it in decades. He recognized it as an old picture from his youth with Bucky. The two goofing off and having the grandest old time at Brighton Beach. His ma used to have it up near the radio back in the old Brooklyn apartment.

“Tony helped me track it down. I figured you could use it just about now.” Bucky squeezed his shoulder. Steve rested his head on his chest, letting a few rare tears escape from his eyes.

“It’s perfect, Buck.” He clutched the frame close to his chest and felt a wave of emotion sweep over him.

“Don’t you want to open up the other one too?”

Steve wiped away the tears with his sleeve, laughing. He handed over the first gift to Bucky while opening the second one. It was another picture, except taken in the 21st century. A snapshot of mornings at Avengers Tower. Taken by Peter, by the looks of it. The young boy tried to get into frame while holding the camera, only managing to capture the top half of his face. Steve knew he was smiling though. In the corner, Stark was scrolling through his phone but looked up just in time to shoot a casual smile. Nat had one of her friendlier blank faces on as she sipped on a cup of tea. In the back, Bruce and Thor could be seen chatting animatedly about something while Clint stuck his tongue out, holding a mug that read “Best Bird Dad.”

And right in the middle was Steve and Bucky curled up on the couch. The latter still grumpy from being woken up too early, but Steve was smiling.

Looking at it, he was overcome with a strange sense of peace. It didn’t feel like the good old days, but it did feel like home.

He looked up at Bucky, puzzled. The man only shrugged. “I know you miss it. The simpler days. Trust me, I know how you feel. We’ve lost so much and we’ve struggled. I don’t know how to explain it all that well, but I know that we ain’t alone.”

“Bucky…”

“I miss ‘em too. My ma, your ma, Becky… I know it’s not the forties anymore, but I just wanted you to know that you’ve still got a family. And you’ve still got me.”

Steve took another look at the two pictures. He still got a family.

“Now let’s head back before Tony eats all of the cookies. Peter said he saved some for me, but that kid’s big heart leads to trouble. All Tony needs to do is flash his sad dad eyes.”

The two burst out laughing as they headed out, hand in hand.

“Maybe it’s a sign that you should lay off the sweets then, punk.” Steve punched his arm.

“Jerk.” Bucky shoved him.

Walking back to the tower, Steve’s heart felt lighter.

December 25th, 2:39 PM- Reindeers, Hawks, and Spiders

Fwoop!

“Ow! That is it!” Clint stomped his foot and got up from the couch. A plush reindeer fell from his lap. Scooping it up, the archer marched down the hall and knocked on Natasha’s door ten times.

Nat opened the door to find a fuming Clint. “Merry Christmas to you too, Barton.”

“Cut the bullshit, Nat. I need your help.” Clint invited himself in and sat down on the purple beanbag chair. Nat had to buy it after the thirtieth time Clint came barging in like this.

Nat looked both ways in the hall before shutting her door. She was just in the middle of a movie marathon and a piping hot cup of jasmine tea. “What can I do that Prancer there can’t?”

Clint scoffed. “First of all, this is Vixen. You can tell by the antler shape. Second of all, revenge.”

The redhead stayed silent, making exaggeratedly loud sips.

“Stark’s stupid reindeer gun has been pelting me with these freaking deer all day long! All because I left one on his desk.”

“Really. Just one?” Nat didn’t sound convinced.

Clint whistled. “Yeah, one… every day for the entire month.”

Nat groaned. “This was your own doing!”

“Come on, Nat! You gotta help me. I got like, twenty in my room alone! I can’t even leave a room without being pelted in the face with one of these.”

“What do you want me to do?” Nat folded her arms.

Clint thought for a moment. “Stark has a little spider minion. Now it is time for me to recruit one of my own.”

“You do realize that, unlike Peter, I can’t shoot webs?”

“Oh don’t worry Nat,” Clint rubbed his hands together. “You don’t need to…”

Tony checked the lab, his room, and even the freezer. Peter was nowhere to be found. Not that the kid had to be next to him at all times, he just had a habit of always being near Tony. Especially when they’re in cahoots like they are now. Peter had been helping the man get Clint back for all the deer pranks. Something told him that not all was right in the Tower. It was way too long since Tony had run into Clint or Peter. In fact, Nat seemed to have disappeared as well. When Tony came by to deliver another batch of cookies, the spy was missing from her usual obscure Russian Christmas movie marathon. He re-entered the living room, coming face to face with the prankee himself.

“End of the line, Stark.” Clint held up two reindeer plushies by their hind legs, pointing them like guns.

Tony drew up his launcher. “I would be very careful with those, Barton.”

The tension in the air was palpable. The two men stared the other down, all the while guarding their weapons. Tony could only fire three plushies at a time. He’d need to go back to the lab or his office for refills. There was actually a sack of three dozen more behind the tree, but Barton didn’t need to know that. The price he had to pay for easy transport. Clint, on the other hand, had at least five more shoved under his sweater, but he would need to successfully hit each time. He may be a good shot, but he sure as hell wouldn’t be faster than an actual deer blaster.

Peter was having the time of his life. He didn’t know what miracle made it come true, but God or Santa must have been real that Christmas day because Natasha finally let him decorate her sweater!

“Aren’t those supposed to be used for Halloween?” She asked as he glued plastic spiders onto her red sweater.

“Yeah, but they fit your aesthetic.” Peter pointed out.

As he stood back to admire his work, which was a ton of spiders with smiley faces on them dancing around a sign that read I hope your Christmas is Deadly Fun!

Even Nat had to admit it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. The sound of glass breaking upstairs and a lot of shouting ruined the mood, though.

Peter could feel his Spidey sense go off as he rushed upstairs. The redhead trailed not far behind.

Upon entering the room, it was clear that they had just witnessed the aftermath of a war zone. Piles of reindeer plushies littered the floor. Tony and Clint lay on the floor, covered in Comets and Dashers. A few ornaments were knocked down from the tree, making a giant glittery mess on the floor.

“He started it!” They both shouted at the same time. Peter laughed, taking out his phone to get pictures as Nat shook her head.

“You two are cleaning this mess up.”

December 25th, 7:00 PM- You’re a Green One, Mr. Loki

“I don’t understand why we need to do all of this,” Loki grumbled as Thor plopped an elf hat on him. The younger sibling hadn’t quite taken to the holidays they celebrated on Midgard like his older brother. Upon learning of this fact about himself, the young Spider-boy had dubbed him ‘Mister Grinch’ and got a very good laugh out of everyone from it.

Loki only frowned. They were on their way to visit the Avengers for Stark’s holiday get-together, but the God of Mischief was dragging his feet.

“Come now, brother. Our friends are expecting us. The young lad Peter expressed to me his desire for you especially to join them again this year.” Thor said.

“Really now?” Loki scoffed. “And for what, to unveil to me more names of mockery?”

Thor only grinned. “I know you hold a soft spot in your heart for our Midgard friends. Let us go! You’ll surely feel the spirits of the holidays once we arrive!”

“I don’t think that’s what they meANT!” Loki yelped as Thor whisked them away with his hammer to Midgard.

Upon arriving at the tower, the pair were greeted with raised glasses and hugs all around. The latter coming mostly from Peter.

“Merry Christmas, my fellow Avengers!” Thor’s voice boomed. Loki slunk behind, trying not to draw so much attention. It seemed to work for the most part, as the heroes were all crowding around Thor.

Natasha walked up to him. “Did you bring the God Mead?”

Thor held out the bottle. “Yes, but I’d recommend extreme caution if you were to drink it. It could bring trouble to your tiny mortal bodies.”

“That’s just what I need.” Nat took it and went to pour herself a glass without another word.

Everyone else seemed to be having a blast on their own. Barely sparing a glance at the man all alone and brooding in the corner. The little boy-spider, however; was not as keen to leave him alone.

“Mr. Loki!” Peter rushed up to him. “I got you this!”

Loki didn’t have time to react as Peter put a felt hat in his hands. Unfolding the fabric, he could see that it was another elf hat with the words God of Mischi-ELF embroidered poorly onto it.

“Get it?”

Loki did not, but nodded anyway to spare the boy his feelings. This seemed to work, as Peter continued to talk about lots of other things at a very rapid pace. He could see how he was beginning to take after the antics of Stark.

“I wasn’t gonna sew it on, but I thought I could give embroidery a try and let me tell you, it was not easy. I looked up like thirty different YouTube tutorials. Aunt May tried to help, but I was too far gone by then. Still, I don’t think this was bad for my first time.”

“I could teach you.” Loki knew not what forces prompted him to speak those words. Yet, seeing the young boy’s face light up made a form of pride bubble up inside him.

“Really?” Peter whispered. “You know how to do embroidery?”

Loki shrugged. “Sure. My mother taught me.”

“Wow, Mr. Loki! Thank you so much! Wait ‘til Ned hears about this. I get to learn to embroider from a God!” Peter scurried off to hand Thor a similar hat that read Holly, Jolly, Godly on it.

As discreetly as he could, Loki quietly replaced the hat he was already wearing with the one Peter made for him. Looking at himself in the window reflection, the trickster though that it didn’t look half bad.

“Alright, everyone! Time for pictures!” Tony called. “You too, Mischi-elf.”

Gathering around the tree, Loki sulked in silence as Stark, Clint, and Steve bickered on how best to execute the photo.

“Nice hat.” Natasha appeared next to him.

Loki stared at her sweater curiously. “I could say the same for your Earth garment.”

“Peter.” She answered. The two shared a smile right as they announced the photo was to be taken.

Although it still looked like Loki was being his usual gloomy self in the photograph, if one looked closely they could see the faintest hint of a smile.

#marvel #the avengers #avengers #marvel imagine #avengers imagine #marvel oneshot #avengers oneshot #reader insert #stucky #iron dad #steve x bucky #christmas #avengers holiday #avengers christmas #drabbles

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marinette-the-clarinet · 7 years ago

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Merry Christmas!

@eeveeducky12 I'm your Secret Santa! I apologize for the lateness but I'm out of the country, meaning not so much WiFi. But here it is!

Christmas was not Adrien's favorite time of the year. During the holidays, everyone got to be in their homes, all comfy and cozy with their families, yet he was confined to a cold, dark space. Last year was nice of course, for he enjoyed having a huge dinner with all of his friends. For once in a really long time, Adrien felt accompanied.

But as Christmas returned the next year, that same lonely feeling only grabbed at his heart, attempting to rip it out of his chest. Of course it didn't help that this year, his father was pulling him away from his friends to spend Christmas in Venice. Adrien could feel himself becoming slow, not only physically, but with emotion as well. As the last days of school before break came along, he could only think of how he was about to leave all of his friends as they got to stay home and celebrate together.

Of course, others noticed his drastic change of mood as December rolled along. They didn't know how to approach him about it, but the entire class shared an aura of guilt.

On the last day before break, Marinette watched Adrien carefully. She had suffered through watching him become so upset, and she wished he would be able to stay. Today was finally the day however, when she would be able to give Adrien his gift before he left. Thankfully she had become a lot closer to him through the year, so this time around she had a way more meaningful gift. As Adrien was about to leave, Marinette managed to catch up with him.

"Adrien, wait!"she shouted, waving a hand as she ran to him. Her breath was shaky from a mixture of excitement and of the marathon she had just ran, but a wide smile was still visible on her face as she held a neatly wrapped box towards her friend. "Merry Christmas!"she cheered.

"Oh!"Adrien exclaimed. He wasn't expecting any presents before he left, but he would take anything from Marinette at any time. She always made the best gifts, ones that you could always tell were straight from the heart.

Taking the box from her, he waved happily before turning to go into the limo where the Gorilla waited for him. "Wait!"Marinette shouted,"I wanna see you open it....."

Adrien blinked.

"O-only if you want to! And I don't want to keep your driver waiting, but I've noticed you've been kind a down lately and I, well I really just wanna see you smile before you leave."

Adrien could feel his entire body immediately warm up. What did he do to deserve someone who cared about him so much? Adrien looked back at the Gorilla, who only gave him the same stare he usually did. But Adrien saw a small lift of the driver's mouth, one that told him he could stay a little longer. His face lightened up as he walked back up to Marinette, getting ready to open his gift.

Marinette was practically jumping with excitement as Adrien did so. Her face focused on his expression, and she was not disappointed. After ripping enough paper to see what it was, Adrien's face immediately turned into a wide grin. He held the box in one hand as he lifted the gift in another, admiring it with his bright green eyes.

"I know you like Ladybug, so I made you a sweater that you can wear uh, whenever you want!"Marinette said, smiling brightly as Adrien finally cheered up a bit. "And we also match! If you can see my sweater that is...."

Adrien looked at Marinette's sweater. She was indeed wearing a Chat Noir sweater. How cute!

"I love it Marinette, I don't know if I can thank you enough...." he said with a smile, pulling the sweater over his other clothes. "How do I look?"he asked, wiggling his eyebrows as he got into different model poses. Marinette giggled at his actions, not noticing his warm sigh before he hugged her.

Marinette blushed. She and Adrien had exchanged multiple hugs throughout the year, but this one was different. It was a thank you, but also a goodbye. Marinette could feel warmth, but also Adrien's reluctance. She knew he didn't want to leave. She herself didn't want him to leave. This lead to two dorks standing in front of the school, hugging eachother to death as if it would make Adrien not have to go away. Marinette didn't want to let go, but a tap on her shoulder startled her enough to pull away. Right behind her stood Alya, a devilish grin on her face.

"Looks who we got under the mistletoe......"she teased, her grin widening as Nino laughed in the background. Marinette looked up at Alya's hand, which indeed dangled mistletoe above her and Adrien's heads. Adrien was also staring, a small blush very visible on his face.

"I-I uh, we don't have to do it, Alya's just being ridiculous," Marinette stuttered, giving Alya a small glare.

"Yeah, it's fine," Adrien replied, rubbing the back of his head with his hand. Yet oddly he looked......disappointed?

"Oh come on....." Alya pouted, waving the mistletoe above them. Marinette looked at Adrien, his face concentrated on something. Did he want to kiss her? Nah, that would be crazy, right? She had heard him multiple times describe her as only a friend, so surely he wouldn't actually kiss her, would he?

Marinette hesitated, but her heart began to thump hard. Something in her told her to kiss him. It reminded her that she wouldn't be seeing him for a while, that he would be alone on a business trip instead of an actual vacation. This was the last time he would be seeing anybody, so she took the chance.

Marinette stood up on her toes, grabbed Adrien by the collar, pulled him in and gave him a big peck on the lips. After letting go, she became frantic, running away and waving as she said goodbye, her face flaming with red. Adrien's face became the same color as his new sweater, staring off at the girl who had just kissed him. Holy shit.

Adrien couldn't move for the next minute or so, only staring off as Alya and Nino giggled at the pictures they had managed to take on their phones. After contemplating what just happened, Adrien stumbled back and leaned against the car, his hand on his head. His breath quickened, as he felt his heart beat. Heavy, but excited.

Eventually he was able to compose himself, getting into the limo shakily as he waved to Alya and Nino, who were still laughing. He was still shocked from the prior event, but he couldn't help but smile.

Maybe Christmas wouldn't be so bad after all.

#secret santa #miraculous ladybug #ml #christmas #merry christmas #happy holidays #adrinette #adrienette #adrien agreste #marinette dupain-cheng

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malecsecretsanta · 7 years ago

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Merry Christmas, @enkelimagnus!

- I had lots of fun doing this, hope you like it. Happy Holidays (:

Summary: A Human!AU with some Muslim!Magnus, where Magnus and Alec go to NYU and get put into a group for their class project. Fluff ensues and there is just a lot of blushing.

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Magnus startles awake to the buzz of his phone alarm, squinting at the bright sun shining through the single window in his dorm, he forcefully turns off the alarm and throws the sheets off himself, takes notice at the time and groans, 7:30a.m. Some days he wishes he could beat his past self over the head for thinking that taking an 8:00a.m. Film Studies class was a good idea.

His roommate chuckles as he watches from his side of the room, he is sitting on his bed fully dressed and reading a book, so frustratingly fresh and bright for that early in the morning, “You know one of these days your phone is going to stop working from you treating it so roughly in the morning.”

Magnus rolls his eyes after applying his eyeliner then quickly puts on his outfit that he chose the night before, because he knew he would probably be running late in the morning, “Ever so helpful in the morning Raphael, I truly thank you.”

He hears Raphael say, “Anything for you my friend.” as he rushes out of their dorm.

He was walking down the corridor of his dorm building as people rushed passed him, it was the last few weeks before NYU went on winter break and the dreaded finals week started, and he just knew he couldn’t be late to this class because he didn’t want to miss the group project announcement that their professor had been droning on about for a month. So he hurried down 4th Avenue towards Broadway, trying to get to the Tisch building as fast as possible.

He rushes into class at 7:55 and has just enough time to drop down into his unassigned-assigned seat next to Ragnor- a boy he had met during his freshman year at the NYU London campus-, right before their professor walks in. Ragnor gives him a look before shaking his head, Magnus squints his eyes at him and once again questions his choice in friends.

Everyone in their class watches as their professor walks up to the huge whiteboard in the front of the dark classroom and writes, ‘Final Project’, in big block letters. He turns around with a smirk, “It’s the moment you have all been waiting for, the big final project that will determine your grade, I decided to forgo a boring final in favor of this. You and three others with get into pre-assigned groups, and watch two holiday films and try and connect them to consumerism, then create a presentation and report to go along with what you find.”

Magnus internally scoffs at such a basic project for a college film class. At least he knows he will most likely get an A if his group isn’t too hopeless. This is his easiest class thank god, otherwise he would be royally screwed when it came to finals week having to balance four difficult finals. He is drawn back into his professor’s instructions when he mentions that he will be calling out the group names.

“Okay, so I have tried to separate everyone as evenly as possible, our first group will be Alec Lightwood, Clarissa Fray, Maia Roberts, and lastly Magnus Bane.” of course, Magnus doesn’t get any of his friends in his group.Then everyone in class starts to move and he watches disappointedly as Ragnor and Dot move to the same table. But, Magnus is pulled back to attention when he feels someone tap his shoulder. He turns around and looks down at a short redhead with a big smile on her face and a hand extended out to Magnus, “Hi, I’m Clary.” She seems nice enough, not overly happy, he feels like maybe he will like his group after all.

Magnus clears his throat and smiles while shaking her hand, “Magnus Bane, it’s nice to meet you. Now, should we begin planning?” Clary nods, and turns around to point at the two other people standing close to them, “Of course, this is the rest of our group, Maia, and Alec.”

Magnus waves at Maia, a dark skinned girl with brown curly hair who is wearing a small smirk on her face as she waves back, but Mangus stops dead in his tracks when he makes eye contact with a tall, dark haired man with hazel eyes and what looks like a permanent frown on his face, he’d love to fix that. The other man blinks at Magnus and then lifts a questioning eyebrow, Magnus smirks back at him before moving to sit next to him.

The tall man is still watching him as Magnus gracefully sits then proceeds to look Alec up and down, “Hello handsome, I must say this group project just got so much more interesting.”

At Magnus’ flirting the other man sputters, “Wait, wh-what? We, should…just focus on getting a passing grade.” Magnus laughs lightly at making the other man squirm, “No worries Alexander, I will be sure to keep everything strictly focused on the assignment.”

Maia clears her throat and Clary giggles at her, he really is starting to like those two girls, “Alright guys, enough flirting we need to figure out which movies we want to watch.”

Clary laughs which causes Maia to blush, but the redhead is oblivious to her effect on the other girl, “I say we watch Elf, it’s funny, and I feel like it would be easy to apply to the prompt.”

Magnus perks up at the mention of the movies, “I’m personally fine with watching what any of you choose, I don’t celebrate Christmas since my mother raised me in the Islamic faith. But, I have seen Elf, since my friend Dot is obsessed with Christmas and forces Ragnor and I watch that movie every single year.” Magnus feels he needs to mention this since the whole assignment is holiday themed and even though he is Muslim it doesn’t mean he doesn’t understand Christmas, he just wants to make sure they all know just in case he doesn’t quite get a reference in the films.

That makes Alec laugh, “I’m fine with Elf too. I feel your pain Magnus, my sister Izzy makes me watch it too, every damned year.”

The whole group giggles, then Maia suggests, “Well now that we have picked the movie, how about we pick a day to meet up, I say as soon as possible if that’s alright with all of you.”

They all agree when Clary suggests Wednesday, then Magnus remembers something, “Wednesday is good, but I can’t do any other time this week especially Friday, because Mawlid an-Nabi is that day.” It’s one of his favorite holy days and he’d hate to miss it just because of bad scheduling.

Clary nods in understanding, “That’s fine, I can’t do the 12th by the way, because that’s when Hanukkah starts and my best friend Simon invited me to his family’s dinner.” then Maia and Alec mention how they are the lucky ones since the semester ends right before Christmas.

After they get all of their schedules aligned Maia sighs, “Yeah, our professor is such a sadist, making us do this right before winter break, when he knows damn well everyone has something going on.”

Everyone laughs, but agrees to meet up Wednesday night. They all decide to leave after that, going their separate ways, though Maia and Clary linger, and Magnus watches in amusement as they attempt to flirt with each other. Then Magnus notices that Alec is still close by and looking at his phone, he leans closer to Alec and whispers, “Aren’t they just adorable.”

Alec looks up and watches the two girls before chuckling, “Yeah Clary is nice, she used to date my brother but they didn’t work out. I’m glad she is talking to people again, our mutual friend Simon said she has been wanting to date again.”

Magnus smiles, not realizing that Clary and Alec knew each other, “It must be nice to know someone in the group.”

“Huh? Oh yeah, I guess…it makes scheduling easier.” Magnus, finding Alec’s lack of ability to make small talk endearing says, “You are just absolutely adorable.”

Magnus watches with absolute giddiness when that makes Alec blush, but before the other man can say anything, Magnus gets his things and leaves the classroom.

Magnus gets home that Monday and tells Raphael all about the beautiful man he met in his film class, and how he wonders how he never noticed him the entire year until now.

All Raphael could say was, “Dios mío, usted esta chingado amor hombre enfermo.”

And, Magnus responds maturely to his best friend’s helpful comment by flipping him off.

Since Raphael was useless in helping him figure out what to do with Alec, he went to Catarina and she suggested he invite Alec to the Mawlid. Magnus loved the idea, but he just needed to find the right time to do it.

Wednesday comes pretty quick after that, and they all meet up at the Founder’s Hall rec room, Elf movie and snacks ready to go. Magnus makes an effort to sit close to Alec on the couch, and the other man just blushes at him as the movie starts.

By the time Buddy makes his sugary spaghetti, Alec and Magnus are practically cuddling and every so often one of them will unconsciously laugh into each other’s neck then move away with cheeks burning after realizing what they did, and Maia just gives Magnus a look everytime it happens before focusing back on the movie. But then, Magnus is shocked towards the end of the movie when Alec subtly puts his arm around Magnus and how it stays there even after the credits start to roll.

He walks up to Alec after they finish the movie and all four of them are wandering around the rec room, and since they had been subtly flirting with each all night, Magnus thinks this is the perfect chance to ask Alec something he had been wanting to ask him since he first saw him in class, so he tells Alec to follow him to the corridor right outside the rec room, and smiles shyly, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but how would you like to come with me to the Mawlid festival Brooklyn is holding this Friday? I know it’s a bit far from NYU, but I’d love if you’d join me.”

Alec blushes adorably as he looks at Magnus, “As in like a date?”

Magnus chuckles at the ridiculousness that is Alec Lightwood, “Yes Alexander, like a date.”

“Um, sure, that sounds great actually.” Alec says, moving closer to Magnus.

Magnus grabs Alec’s hand and squeezes it, “Good. Meet me in front of Founders Hall at 5pm, and we can take the F train to Brooklyn.”

Alec smiles and nods, “Yeah, okay. See you then.”

Magnus smiles brightly before letting go of Alec’s hand. He quickly kisses his cheek before heading for the elevator, but stops short to look back at Alec who is touching his cheek with wide eyes, “Oh, and Alexander, wear green, you’ll look great trust me.”

The other man stares at Magnus brightly, before he gets a sudden look of determination on his face and quickly walks over to Magnus. Pausing a moment to make sure Magnus is okay before dragging him closer by his jacket, and kissing him square on the mouth, at first it’s a little awkward, but Magnus changes the angle, and it become a sweet and warm kiss that feels like it will last forever. Magnus splays his hand on Alec’s lower back and brings him impossibly closer to deepen the kiss. Alec gasps before nipping at Magnus’ bottom lip once before moving away. Magnus doesn’t let him get too far, and leans his forehead against Alec’s as he takes a slow deep breath, “Well, that was a lovely surprise.”

Alec smirks, “I’ve been wanting to do that since the first day we met when you called me handsome.” Magnus expression softens, “Glad my flirting worked.”

“Don’t act so surprised.” Alec says before moving away completely, then he scratches at the back of his head nervously, “So, I guess I’ll see you Friday?”

“I look forward to it.”, Magnus says with a huge grin on his face as he walks into the elevator.

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