#merry christmas to you al

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hey there! could i please request an hc for what it would be like to be mr. pinks daughter/child? no worries if not have a lovely day<3

Hello anon! I'm SO sorry for the delay in regards to getting your request out, you would not believe how busy I've been. I should have more free time around Christmas break, but I am not sure. Anyways, you have NO idea how long I've waited for someone to request me to do a Mr. Pink x child/daughter reader headcanon set, so a huge thank you for that! I hope it's okay that I do one set for a gender neutral reader and then for a daughter, as I want to be inclusive to everyone no matter what gender they are. Thank you again for sending in your req, please let me know if this isn't what you wanted and I will gladly fix it for you! I apologize for how short these are, I literally haven’t had a full break since November so please forgive me!

Tagging my besties @itscrimsonsixx and @jaehaerascrown here for this fic! I dedicate these hc's to the anon and you two!

FANDOM: Reservoir Dogs

GENRE: Requested Headcanons, parenting AU, fluff, and slight angst

SYNOPSIS: You are the child/daughter of the sarcastic Pink who he loves very much but isn't so great at voicing it.

TRIGGER WARNINGS:

Mentions of feminine titles and a female characters in one section, which will be marked in bold beforehand, implications of past abuse, swearing, and some angsty scenarios! Please read at your own discretion!

Gender Neutral Headcanons: they/them or other pronouns

You are in for a wild ride with Pink as your father, to say the least. Whether or not you're adopted or his biological kid, he treats you as his own. He took you in as a small baby, not certain in the slightest of how to care for an infant. His life of residing in grungy motels, conning anyone willing to fall for his schemes, and running for his life subsequently, inexperience with children would be an understatement. Consulting parenting books which weren't helpful, it dawned on him to look at how he was raised.

When the portions that didn't align with his beliefs cropped up, he would do the exact opposite thing that had been done in his case. So, when you had disobeyed him? The belt was left in its loops on his pants, harsh metal not slicing you up or cold leather marking your face red. When you cried or got angry? He wouldn't shout and scream at you to grow up. Rather he would be there by your side to sort out whatever was going on. It may seem out of character for him, but I believe he would have a softer side to his personality that would only come out when you were near.

The two of you listening to K-Billy’s on the radio, kicking back in your hotel room and singing along to the great tunes. Or, him smoking and watching grainy tapes of old 70′s TV shows. He’s got a killer sense of humour, which allows him to crack random sarcastic jokes in between dialogue that makes you nearly throw up laughing.

You’re pretty much homeschooled, as he doesn’t believe in the ordinary public school system to give you the education you need. However, he does make sure you’re socially experienced, polite and good mannered. It could be because he had a particularly difficult time in school as a kid that’s left such a bad taste in his mouth, but this is Pink we’re talking about here--he’s the opposite of conventional. Or I’m just biased because I was homeschooled, but whatever the case, I think that all the travelling you two do would result in you not staying in one school at a time. 

Yes, you can have a pet as long as it’s portable and small, so a dog or a cat or something that won’t die immediately ( ‘something sturdy’, as Nani in Lilo and Stitch says ) as soon as you start travelling around. It is your responsibility to train and raise it, however, and he grows quite attached to it despite acting all stoic towards it. Deep down, he’s an animal guy, and he’s happy you won’t get lonely when he’s working longer gigs. 

He absolutely can give you a hard time and tease you, that rough and tough criminal persona never truly dropping as its second instinct for him. But if he crosses a line, he’s always there to awkwardly apologize. He doesn’t mean to hurt you, he just has a hard time with emotions and relationships. 

Daughter/AFAB or Female Identifying Headcanons: she/her or other pronouns! ( Trigger Warning Here for Fem! Reader and Past Abuse! ) 

Please scroll until you see the bold text to let you know these hc’s have ended if these subject matters trigger you! Thank you!

* cough cough * Can anyone say overprotective? Pink has to be one of the most paranoid, cautious fathers out there especially if you are his daughter. “The world is full of danger for a young lady like yourself,” he says, partially because of his own criminal background and the fact that he was raised in an abusive household like I headcanon. Let’s just go with him never raising a hand to you, even not wanting to yell at you though he will if he has to. 

Dating would be a nightmare to say the least. He wants you to pick somebody who makes you happy, yet he’s quick to judge. Choosiness rules his perception; he only wants for you to be happy. If that means burying somebody or hurting them to prevent you getting harmed, you bet your ass he will do whatever it takes to keep you safe.

Periods being equally terrifying for him, though he’s a real trooper and pulls through for your sake. Out come the teen parenting books now, the second phase in his raising of you. Expect to wake up the day after you get your period to find a heap of chocolate, a bottle of water, and a warm hot water bottle in your favourite towel set out for you. Dad of the year!

Him training you to shoot a gun for self-defence or putting you in mixed martial arts classes that he makes a point to have you attend every single one of them. If a job was to go wrong and you got the brunt of the wrath of the person he pissed off, its best in his mind that you have a fighting chance. A total feminist move to empower his badass daughter! <3

Speaking of feminism, he curtails the usage of sexist slurs around you almost so that they’re nonexistent. Having a daughter changed some ideas in his head, made him think deeply about what values he wanted you to take away from his upbringing of you. Would he want you to be subservient and hypersexualized with no critical thinking skills of your own? Or would he prefer you to absorb feelings of love, shelter, independence, and strength from him? The latter was his decision and it was one he made without needing to rationalize it. So yes, he’s a changed man in regards to how he views women and the female gender as a whole thanks to you, though it won’t stop him from spouting off jokes when with the Dogs, say for instance. 

End of Daughter/AFAB or Female Identifying Headcanons and Triggers! 

Last headcanon for now because I’m squat out of ideas: Pink tries his absolute damn hardest to make time for you no matter what. He desires nothing more than to be there for you as a positive energy in your life, a force for good, however you want to call it, he’s there. You don’t have to hesitate to call him up if you need something. Are you in danger? Your first instinct is find him. Did you have a bad day and need to vent? He’ll be there at the end of the day for you with open ears and arms. Or do you just want to put on a movie and sit with him without talking? Fine by him too, he’s all there for it. Overall, I think Pink would be a father with many flaws but one who cannot be denied in that he loves you so very much as his kid.

Whew! I hope these were okay, I’m trying to get out some content before Christmas to catch up on my long list of reqs! I’m so sorry again it took so long anon, I appreciate your patience and support of my blog even if I’m not as active as I want to and used to be. If you all celebrate Christmas, please have a very Merry Christmas or a restful Holidays this year! I wish you all nothing but the best, and I send you all my good vibes, love, support, and warm wishes into the New Year! Next year is going to have SO much to bring for this blog, and I cannot wait for you all to be apart of it! 

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Had a little private Secret Santa Story exchange w friends; by the luck of the dice, I got assigned to write a story for my bestie, @twst-the-night-away ! So, I did a Cater🧡Savvy story, before they get serious about one another. Merry Christmas, Daisy!

2100+ words. Cater-centric fluff just for Savvy, teeheeeee~. Cameos from the PMC and Trey. Music included in links towards the end. Happy reading!

A gift that’s uniquely you

“... and tbh? It’s not like I’m, like, actually competing with anyone? But it’s totes like a competition. And I don't want to come up short.”

The three members of the Pop Music club sat around the small club room table, deep in discussion over snacks and canned beverages. Cater idly adjusted the strap of his guitar, looking over at his clubmates with a pleading expression, and went on. “I just wanna get Savvy the perfect Christmas present. I’ve only got a week to come up with a real show-stopper. And I don't really know what I’m doing. I'm smelling a Top Ten Holiday Disasters in my future….”

“I think what you’re smelling might just be Lilia’s homemade trail mix,” Kalim piped up, then covered his mouth with his hand, his eyes wide. “Oop! Ahaha. Sorry, Lilia! I mean…”

The little fae chuckled, shaking his head. “No, it’s all right. I agree the feta cheese may not have been the wisest choice. It doesn’t seem to keep as well as the other ingredients. I only had it in the cupboard for a month...”

In a single motion, Cater and Kalim reached out and pushed the dish of trail mix further from where they were sitting. Lilia rolled his eyes at them. “That said.” He sat back in his seat, drumming his fingers on the body of his bass guitar. “In regards to your conundrum, Cater. While I do realize that the young lady you wish to impress is also receiving gifts from some rather generous individuals, are any of them approaching her with the same sentiment as yourself?”

“The same sentiment? I, um…” Cater’s face flushed red, nearly obscuring the diamond marking on his cheek. “Hehe. Well, I don't really know. But #AllsFair, am I right? If I happen to get an edge over someone else, sorry, but not sorry. I just need something really memorable, that Savvy’s gonna really like. Bonus if it's a ‘cammable moment, right? Something to look back on and def remember as one of the best gifts ever.”

“Okay Cater! That’s a great starting point!” Kalim bounced in his chair, smiling broadly. His eyes gleamed. “Now where do you go from there? Will it be a beautiful pet tiger cub, maybe? Oh, or maybe some breathtaking jewelry? A trip to a private island? Custom couture?”

“Easy, Kalim, easy!” Cater held up his hands. “I'm not exactly a one percenter, you know. I gotta work within a budget.” He shook his head, and tucked a loose strand of ginger hair behind his ear. “Besides, those gifts are all kind of…” His voice faded off, and he tapped his chin thoughtfully before continuing. “...kind of a big deal. For a really serious relationship.”

“And, I would assume, you are not quite that serious with the girl?” Lilia tilted his head. “I think I would have recalled if you mentioned having a girlfriend, after all.” His nose crinkled in an impish expression. “None of us have left our bachelor life behind us just yet. Unless you're hoping this will catapult you into the Taken Man category.” Lilia put a hand over his heart, and leaned towards his cheerful, white-haired companion. “Oh, Kalim. He's so young, and he's leaping into this romantic dream. Leaving us single men behind!”

“Does that mean you won't come to club anymore?” Kalim looked panicked. “Oh no, Cater! You're our best guitarist!”

“I'm the only guitarist, Kalim. But I’m not going anywhere!” Cater looked at his phone and sighed. “Aw, man. Club meeting time is almost over. Let’s get all this cleaned up. Listen, can you guys text me if you have any more ideas?”

“Sure thing, Cater!” Kalim bounced up, brushing some crumbs off of his sweater. “I hope you find something extra-special. But don’t forget us when you're off in Boyfriend Town!!”

“Some men never come back,” Lilia deadpanned. “But I hear it's quite the way to go…”

“You two are a couple of real pieces of work, you know that? Absolute knuckleheads, fr.” Cater slipped his guitar back into the gig bag and cleared some trash off the table. “Thanks for letting me get that off my chest, at least.”

The club members finished getting their space back in shape and headed back to the mirror chamber, bidding each other farewell before traveling to their respective dorms. Cater walked down the path towards the main hall of Heartslaybul, breathing in the thick scent of roses that always hung in the air. He was no closer to solving his gift-giving problem.

Another scent beckoned to him beneath the ever-present roses, and he let that guide his steps. Something savory was being prepared in the dormitory kitchen, an unusual switch from the usual parade of sweets that Heartslabyul was known for. His curiosity piqued, Cater stepped into the warm, cozy room, waving cheerily at a giggling curly-haired freshman who greeted him on her way out. Inside, he saw his friend Trey pulling a baking tray from one of the big steel ovens.

Cater dropped into a chair. “Whatcha working on, bestie? Whatever it is, it doesn't smell half bad. Maybe it’ll help me recover from Lilia’s idea of snacks…”

Trey looked over his shoulder and smirked, his glasses glinting in the warm light. “They’re for tomorrow's afternoon tea, Cater, and I’m not offering previews. But it’s cheese and onion scones.” He placed the hot tray onto a cooling rack and slid his oven mitts off. “I hope I got the flavor right this time. I was working on a couple of variations with Joker, since she was assigned kitchen duty today.”

“I saw her on my way in. You made her miss her club meeting, mister Vice Housewarden.” Cater leaned back on the wooden kitchen chair, balancing it on its back legs as he sat. “Not that we got much done, as usual.”

“Spent the time gossiping again?” Trey stepped behind Cater, and gently but firmly put his hands on the chair back. “Come on, now . You’ll break the chair.”

“Ugh, fine, Mom.” Cater repositioned the seat to its normal standing, then sat up exaggeratedly straight with his hands folded in front of him. “Is that better?”

Trey sat across from Cater as he straightened up. “Won’t earn you a scone, if that's what you were hoping for. What do you guys talk about every day, anyway, that keeps you from making any actual music? I couldn't imagine the science club getting so distracted.”

“That may be because you’re all nerds, /aff.” Cater relaxed his posture. “Naur, but fr, I was actually attempting to get advice from the boys. I know, me, admitting a problem? It's more likely than you think.”

A green eyebrow delicately raised behind heavy glasses frames. “Interesting. And here I thought you were maintaining that carefree façade campus-wide.”

“I’m getting less cautious in my old age?” Cater offered, shrugging. “It wasn’t THAT deep. I was just complaining about how I can't figure out a decent Christmas present for Savvy. You know, the same thing I bitched about with you last night.”

“You didn’t go for the water flosser? Shocking.”

“Again? The depths of your nerdity constantly astound and baffle me.”

Trey shrugged. “It’d be unique and show that you care. Ticked off all the boxes, in my opinion.”

“Except for it being fun, Trey.”

“I thought it was fun.”

Cater sagged slightly. “Yes, but you're definitely not the target audience that I’m aiming for. Think sweeter, cuter, blonder.”

Trey reached across the table to pat Cater’s hand. “I already told you before. The best thing to do, if you want to be impressive at this gift-giving game, is to give something that no one else can. Something uniquely Cater.”

This time, a ginger eyebrow rose. “You look at me and tell me; are you following your advice for your own gift exchange, buddy?” Cater drew his hand back cagily. “Are you doing something unequivocally Trey for your special little bae?”

“I don't have anyone fitting that description,” Trey said with a straight face. “But I do end up giving people a lot of homemade sweets as gifts. It’s something that’s a part of me, kinda. And that makes it special.” His voice lowered to a bare whisper. “And I’ve got a private baking lesson lined up for the ‘special bae’ that I certainly don't have.”

Cater smirked. “You sly dog. Something that’s a part of me, huh? But I don’t make anything special, anything OOAK like you do.”

“Don't you?” Trey pointed markedly at the gig bag and shrugged. “I could have sworn you were a member of our elite arts community.”

Cater sat a moment with his mouth agape, dumbfounded. “... actual galaxy brain thinking, Trey. OM7. Memorable, unique, ‘cammable, and hella budget-friendly.”

“Not as practical as the water flosser though,” sighed Trey.

“Enough with the water flosser.”

“But it works so well.”

“Trey.”

“Sorry.” Trey adjusted his glasses and snickered. “Anyway. I have to start getting those scones onto a rack to cool. I’ll make sure you get one tomorrow, okay? Now, go put together your gift. If she doesn't love it, let me know so I can shake my head in disbelief.”

“Yes, sir, vice-housewarden, sir!” Cater offered Trey a mock salute as both boys rose. They gave each other a complicated handshake-to-hug maneuver, ending with a back pat, before going their separate ways. Cater rushed up the complex series of staircases to his dorm room, and brought the guitar back out. He was already starting to get some ideas….

The next few afternoons, Cater rushed back to the dormitory after classes, and shut himself into his room. It was a lucky thing that, as a third year, he didn’t have to worry about roommates, because he found himself staying up until all hours practicing the same few bars over and over, trying to make everything sound just right. As it stood, he only had to deal with angry pounding on his wall once, before he figured out he could run his old wired headphones through his amp.

Finally, he sat back onto his bed. He tapped his phone screen a few times, and listened to the playback. Perfect. Perfect! He almost couldn't believe it was him he was listening to. Maybe I should start taking this whole music thing more seriously, after all, he mused.

Despite the lateness of the hour, he sent a quick text message to Savvy.

> Hey! Meet me 4pm in the pmc club room. I have something for u!

There, he thought, and he put his phone down on the bedstand to change into his pajamas. He had just pulled the shirt over his head when he heard the tell-tale ping! of an incoming message.

> I have something for you, too! I’ll bring it with me. See you then!

Well. All right. Cater smiled to himself as he slid into bed, exhausted but content. Tomorrow, he would give Savvy the most impressive gift she ever got.

The next day, classes couldn't end soon enough. Cater fidgeted anxiously through each period, watching the clock as if it were slowing down just to spite him. In his last lesson of the day, the moment that Professor Trein lifted his head and said, “That will be all, thank you,” Cater was out the door and on his way to the club room.

He hurriedly set up his equipment. Amplifier turned on, phone and guitar plugged in, levels checked, tuning done, tiny party lights set to sparkle, Santa hat positioned just so over artfully tousled hair; everything was perfect. Now all that remained was to wait.

At 3:59, he heard steps coming down the hall. Cater sat up a little straighter. Now, it was his chance to make Savvy feel really special. His hand hovered above his phone, waiting. And when she walked through the door, all beautiful smiles and shining eyes and with sweet anticipation on her face, Cater took his chance. He tapped play on his backing tracks, and started to play.

As the notes poured from his guitar, he felt more comfortable and more himself than he had in a long time. It was almost like the feeling he got when he was skating, pulling off a long rail grind or a sick jump. It was freeing, genuine. Even through the cliched holiday songs, Cater could feel his own heart beating; he hoped that Savvy would feel it, too. It was almost magical. This was something he could give that was uniquely him. And he hoped she could appreciate that.

Song 1 • Song 2

When the last few notes faded away, and all that remained was the crackle of the amplifier, Cater looked up at Savvy and took a deep breath. “Merry Christmas,” he whispered. “Merry Christmas…”

[taiiyucky]

Merry Christmas! 🎄

[lifeofkaze]

Milagro Navideño

What would this Christmas be without a word, a present and the biggest of hugs to my favourite person, my most cherished friend, and the person who awes me both with her kindness and sheer force of talent? Who else could I be talking about other than @the-al-chemist?

Al, thank you so much for another year of friendship, laughter, exploring, trading book recommendations, tearing each other's projects apart to make them better (lovingly) and getting completely soaked in the rain because if the outdoor museum doesn't close for another hour we're going to go in, no matter what.

I can't wait for next year's adventures. Merry Christmas. I love you. 🌻🎄

Warning: Plant abuse. Plant parents, look away.

December 22nd

“And you’ll promise to behave?” The smile on Dante’s face was soft as he spoke. “You’ll be a good girl and be extra pretty for me when I come back.”

“Are you quite done yet?” came a snort from somewhere behind him. With a decidedly more mischievous smile, Dante glanced over his shoulder.

“I wouldn’t mind you looking pretty for me, too, but I know better than asking you to behave.”

Reva snorted again, this time with laughter, as she pushed herself off the doorframe and joined Dante’s side. She pointed at the big plant he had been talking to.

“What’s so special about this one, anyway?”

“This is Milagro Navideño,” Dante said proudly. “That’s Spanish for -”

“Christmas Miracle.”

He nodded. “She is very rare and only blooms every few years at Christmas. I’ve been waiting forever for her to get these.” 

He affectionately looked at the tiny buds peeking out from between fleshy, green leaves. Reaching out to touch them, Reva chuckled at Dante flinching.

“If you want me to take care of them while you’re having a ball in Spain, I’ll have to touch them. You do know that, don’t you?” 

“I’m aware,” Dante sighed. “I really wish you could come.”

“So I can meet your family, or so someone else can water your flowers?” An indignant expression passed her face when Dante didn’t reply. “Oh, how hard can it be? I was a crack at Herbology.”

“You barely even got your O.W.L.”

“I wasn’t trying.”

“In any case, I made these for you,” Dante said diplomatically, pulling out a stack of colour-coded flashcards. “Black ink are daily tasks, the green ones have to be done every three days, and the red ones are emergency measures.” He gave Reva a look. “Please make sure there won't be any emergency measures.” 

“Who do you take me for?” 

Reva reached for the flashcards, but with a flick from Dante’s wand, they fluttered away and stuck themselves to their designated pots.

“Are you sure there aren’t any questions?” he asked again. “I can still ask Dana to do it.”

“Dana won’t arrive until Christmas Eve. Some kind of barkeep you are, wanting your plant buddies to go thirsty until then.”

“I need you to be serious about this, Reva.”

“I am.”

“No, you need to -”

“The only thing I need is for you to leave,” Reva said, turning Dante by the shoulders and marching him toward the door. 

“And you really -” 

Before he could finish, Reva grabbed him by the collar of his jumper and pressed her lips against his.

“Just go!” she laughed. “We’ll be perfectly fine, you’ll see.” 

December 23rd

The Montrose Magpies’ last match of the year was approaching fast. It was scheduled for Boxing Day, and if they were able to win against the Wigtown Wanderers, they’d be one step closer to the top of the League. 

When Reva returned from the training grounds after a long day of practice, it was all she could do not to fall asleep on the sofa. Across from her, her team- and housemate Rory McTavish slumped into an armchair, cracking his neck from side to side.

“Who knew your mum could be such a drill sergeant?” 

Reva sat up, wincing at her aching back muscles. “You know how she is when we’re playing Wigtown. She can’t handle the idea of losing to the Wanderers.”

“One thing’s for sure, the flat would have to go up in flames for me to move again.” Rory raised one eyebrow at Reva. “Not giving you ideas, I hope.”

“No, too tired for arson. The sofa and I are best friends now.”

“Rude.” Rory tilted his head at her. “Don’t you have something to take care of before you become one with the furniture?”

Reva frowned. “What would that be? Shit!” she exclaimed a moment later, almost falling off the sofa in her hurry to get up. 

“Wait with dinner,” she told Rory as she grabbed her coat and wand, “I’ll be right back.” 

Dante’s flat was quiet when Reva entered it. She switched on all the lights and looked around, not sure what she had expected. This was silly, she chided herself, they were only plants. She had left them unattended for just a little over twenty-four hours; not like they would wilt and perish from a bit of alone-time.

Humming a song she had heard Dante sing the other day, she set to work, watering the plants in the guest rooms, the kitchen, the hallway and the living room. She had never realised just how many plants Dante had actually accumulated, but she diligently checked each and every pot for instructions. By the time she reached the bedroom, her already tired arms were aching. 

She looked at the remaining plant pots thoughtfully. Surely they would be fine without that extra bit of water until the morning? Reva shook off the thought immediately. It didn’t matter whether she found all of this redundant or not. Dante cared about his plants, and she cared about him; she would do as he had asked her to. 

Adjusting her grip on the watering can, Reva worked her way along the shelves. When she turned to refill it, she misjudged her momentum and heavily bumped against a tall rack filled with succulents. She watched with wide eyes as it swayed, the plant pots on it sliding towards the edge. The shelf teetered, seeming to stop in mid-air for a moment, and came crashing to the ground with a mighty slam.

Her heart hammering in her chest, Reva took in the mess of splintered wood, ceramic shards and soil littering the floorboards. Her throat grew tight as her eyes fell on the colourful remains of what had been the pot of Dante’s Christmas plant, now buried beneath the upper edge of the shelf. Of the plant itself, nothing could be seen. 

Reva hastily took out her wand, repairing everything as best she could. Most of the plants looked worse for wear, but there was nothing to be done about it now. She inspected the broken leaves of the Christmas plant with a worried frown before turning it around so its good side was facing the room. Maybe Dante wouldn’t notice right away.

The only problem that remained was the flashcards. They had fallen off during the crash, and Reva had no idea which one went where. Eventually, she shrugged it off. There was no way to fix this without messaging Dante - which was out of the question - so she watered each of the plants ad libitum, with a little bit of extra to make up for the commotion she had caused. 

Satisfied with her day’s work, Reva switched off the lights and left. 

December 24th

When Reva opened the door to Dante’s flat on the morning of Christmas Eve, she found her hopes of finding the repotted plants up and well crushed.

There hadn’t been enough pot saucers for all plants, so she had distributed them at random. Now, puddles of water were covering the floor, while most of the plants were either hanging their heads or had collapsed onto the rims of their pots altogether. 

With a curse on her lips, Reva’s eyes settled on the Christmas plant. Because it was so special to Dante and she had been sorry for crushing it underneath the shelf, she had given it an extra generous amount of water; as a result, its leaves were now a yellowish green and hanging limply from the stem.

Panic was rising in her chest. She needed to do something, and she needed to do it now.

Once she had calmed down, Reva carried all of the leaking pots into the kitchen, magically desiccated them and picked the correct soil for each of them with the help of Dante’s books and her buried Herbology knowledge.

By the end of the day, Dante’s flat was clean, and most plants still a bit ragged but otherwise upright and well. Reva breathed a sigh of relief as she put the last of them onto the shelf. The feeling disappeared, however, when she turned to face her problem child. 

Milagro Navideño hadn’t appreciated Reva’s efforts at resuscitation. It had looked sickly before, but now its colour had changed from yellow to almost grey. It was on the verge of dying, even Reva could tell that much, but she refused to give up just yet. 

She had to save this plant, no matter what. 

***

The light coming from her parents’ windows was warm and golden when Reva Apparated to their front door. She paused to listen to the mix of voices and laughter drifting outside, a smile forming on her face that wavered only slightly as she adjusted the plant pot in her arms and entered. 

After a round of hugs and hellos, Reva’s brother Dylan nodded at the plant in Reva’s hands.

“Who has been naughty enough to get that thing for Christmas?”

“No one,” Reva said defensively. “It’s Dante’s.”

“I didn’t know you wanted to break up with him.” 

“What’s the matter with it?” Dylan’s girlfriend Dana asked sympathetically, after elbowing Dylan into the side. 

With a deep sigh, Reva handed Milagro to her and recounted what had happened. Nodding every now and again, Dana inspected the sickly plant, prodding and probing it carefully. 

“I don’t even know where to start with this,” she sighed eventually as she handed Reva the plant back. 

“Is there nothing you can do at all?”

“Nothing that would help short term. When is Dante coming home?”

“The day after Boxing Day.” 

“That won’t be enough time, I’m afraid.”

Reva hung her head. “Can’t we just give it a Growth Potion or something?”

A look of alarm flickered over Dana’s face. “It might work, but…”

“Let’s do it then!”

“No, there’s no saying what a Growth Potion would do after everything you’ve done with it. It might kill it for good.”

Dana wasn’t to be swayed from her resolution, so Reva let the topic drop. When the rest of her family had gone to sleep, she took the small bottle from Dante’s personal storage from her pocket. Holding the potion into the light coming from the window of her old bedroom, Reva thoughtfully tilted it this way and that. 

Then she shrugged, unstoppered it, and upended the whole thing into the plant plot.

It wasn’t like it could get any worse. 

December 27th

Like so often, Reva had been wrong.

On the morning of Christmas Day, she had woken to something repeatedly brushing her cheek. Thinking that Vega, her mother’s one-eyed calico cat, had snuck into her room, Reva had tried to push her away without opening her eyes.

By the time she had realised that whatever was bothering her didn’t feel like Vega’s fur at all, half her room had already been covered by thrashing Milagro vines. Almost falling out of bed in her hurry to get up, Reva made short work of the proliferating plant and hexed it back to its original state.

She hadn’t told anyone about her little mishap with the Growth Potion, and since she was now thoroughly fed up with Dante’s stupid plant, Reva had dumped it into his bedroom and decided to forget about it for the time being.

On the day Dante would return from Spain, she couldn’t push her bad conscience away any longer. She nervously waited for his Portkey to arrive, trying to keep her face straight when Dante took her into his arms and kissed her. 

After finding their way back to the flat above the Hogshead Inn, Reva’s joy at Dante’s return had turned into a nervous flutter in her stomach. As they were about to enter the door, Dante paused. 

“Are you alright? You’ve been very quiet.”

“Just the match yesterday,” Reva fibbed. “It got pretty late.”

Dante raised eyebrows ever so slightly, but didn’t comment any further. When he dropped his bag in the hallway and turned to her with a smile, Reva stifled a sigh of relief. He hadn’t noticed anything yet; another moment of calm before the inevitable.

“It’s good to be home,” he said with a content look around. His eyes settled on her. “I missed you over Christmas.”

“I missed you, too,” Reva sighed. “You have no idea how much.”

“So sentimental, that’s new.” The corners of his mouth twitching, Dante pulled a neatly wrapped gift from his bag, the paper as outrageously patterned as his favourite shirts. “I’ve been looking forward to giving you this. Merry Christmas.”

Seeing the present in Dante’s hands, Reva froze. She had gotten him something as well, of course, but over the drama of the past few days, she had entirely forgotten about it. Her thoughts racing, she took her gift and kissed Dante on the cheek. 

“I didn’t know we’d exchange gifts right here in the hallway,” she mumbled, frantically trying to come up with a plan. “I’ll just go and fetch yours. It’s… in your bedroom. Yes, that’s where it is.”

Dante laughed and placed his hands on her hips. “Shouldn’t I come along then?”

“It’s not that kind of gift.”

“Shame.”

“Just wait here, will you?” Reva begged, slowly backing away. “I’ll be right back.”

The moment she closed the door to Dante’s room, she had to fight the urge to scream. Resting her hands on top of her head, she turned in the middle of the room. She had no idea what to tell Dante about why she hadn’t brought - or even wrapped - his present. She was still trying to find a proper conclusion when there was a knock on the door.

“Reva? Is everything alright?”

Nothing was, in fact, alright, and Reva had a mind to tell Dante so, but before she could, he had already entered the room. His eyes widened as he looked not at her but the spot where she had put his overwatered, desiccated, magically-grown-and-cut Christmas plant in a fit of rage.

“What have you done?” he whispered, taking a hesitant step into the room.

Reva screwed her eyes shut. “I can explain.”

“I hope so,” Dante said as he moved past her, “because you’re a bloody genius.”

Baffled, Reva opened her eyes again. When she looked at the source of all her plights, her mouth dropped open. 

It seemed like the supposedly delicate Milagro Navideño had appreciated Reva’s desperate mistreatment, because what had formerly been a cut-down ruin of sickly green leaves now stood lush and tall. The leaves had regained their shine, new buds sprouting in place of the old ones, and there, right on top, the biggest one of them had opened.

Reva moved closer, touching her fingers to the velvety petal. It was dark red with white tips, looking like someone had dipped it in the snow. The blossom’s centre emitted a sweetly smelling sap, which sat in tiny drops on the petals and sparkled in the light coming from the window. 

“Unbelievable,” Reva whispered. 

“A veritable Christmas miracle,” Dante smiled broadly and put his arm around her shoulder. “Tell me your secret. How did you get her to bloom?”

Reva swallowed, hoping he wouldn’t notice the colour rising to her cheeks. “I took good care of it, I guess.”

Dante’s laugh was warm as he pressed a kiss against her temple. “That you did, mi vida. You’re full of surprises, you know that?”

At last, Reva’s lips curved into a smile. Chuckling to herself, she rested her head against Dante’s shoulder. 

“It looks like I am.” 

[sins-of-the-sea]

[Sent to the whole Seven Sins crew from Kyung and her family:

For the whole crew: A set of skull tankards (even the handles are shaped as vertebrae!), in each of said tankards is another small gift!

For Frascona: A tumbled stone pendant carved into the shape of a bird skull, the lanyard consisting of braided soft leather strips.

For Abena: A bracelet with bloody severed hand and feet-shaped enamel charms.

For Gio: A soft, needle felt dik-dik fawn that fits in the palm of his hand.

For Rui: A little cat tea pet made of red clay, and a handwritten note about how awesome he is courtesy of Kyung (as she promised she would do for him.)

For Guy: A long, hard... Rose quartz face roller!

For Phoebus: A sleek-styled folding scalpel with a couple extra replacement blades.

For Rashid: A box of saffron-rosewater pistachio brittle

Of course, La Demonia wasn't going to get left out of getting a little something!

For La Demonia: A fully assembled and glued solid Lego Casita replica.]

GIFTS TIME!

Phoebus’ "AAH!! How frightening!" was the first response towards the skull tankards.

Josep can't help but chuckle. "Oh, come on, they're not made of real bone. I doubt Mrs. Jee is that tacky. Not to mention it'd be difficult to drink from. It'd make one so thirsty." He fingers the bird skull lanyard, smiling at its craftsmanship. "This is quite cute. I am certainly attaching this to my winter coat."

"And this bracelet is so lovely! Halloween all year, every year!"

"A cháchǒng!! I always wanted to have these around me during tea time! It's even a little kitty!

"And an acknowledgement of how awesome I am! Someone finally recognizes me for my greatness! Praise me!"

Crickets.

"...................

"LIZHIIIII!! SOMEONE PLEASE SNARK AT ME IN HIS PLACE!!"

Phoebus sighs as he takes the rose quartz face roller, holding it on behalf of Guy and praying it'll be used appropriately. He smiles at the kit. "This is fantastic. She remembers that... disaster with the dinner she was invited at. I know for a fact this is going to be used often. Especially with my syringes!"

"Not around me, right?!"

"That's not a promise, Rashid."

Rashid nearly crushes the box of delicious pistachio brittle. "CEASE!"

As shenanigans happen, the ship gently sways to and fro while Giovanni sets up the Lego Casita set, leaving some room for the dik-dik fawn. The ship's bell rings as her 'vocalization' of joy.

"I love it too! Maybe one day you can meet the real Casita and be friends with her! I know I love this dik-dik gift! I'm real surprised Ms. Kyung remembers that time I held one! Merry Christmas to her and hers!"

[bwabys-scenarios]

🎄Christmas Season with JJK Men🎄

🎁!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!🎁

characters: Gojo, Choso, Nanami

⚠️warning: suggestive in Gojo’s, smut in Choso’s and Nanami’s, you’re pregnant in Gojo’s and Nanami’s⚠️

A/N: If this does well, I’ll do a part 2 with more characters!! I have only watched the first season of the anime, and it was a while ago so please be nice!! I might not know the characters too well, but I’m trying my best to give y’all content!!

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Gojo

He throws a Secret Santa for his students a few days before Christmas, and as his wife you attend. It’s the first Christmas you’ve been married and your first time meeting his students, so they all(besides Megumi, who attended the wedding and loves you to death) nearly die of shock.

“Are you being paid for this? Like a girlfriend for rent?” Nobara asks, looking you up and down then glancing at her mentor.

“Oh you wound me!”

Gojo holds you in his arms, his hand moving to your tummy. “And I was so excited to introduce you all to my lovely wife and child!”

“CHILD!?”

You smack his head. “Satoru! We were supposed to keep that a secret!”

Nobara and Itadori accept you as his wife when they watch you scold him as if he were a disobedient child.

The Secret Santa was fun, ending with a Christmas movie and cookies. The three teens wished you a marry Christmas before telling their mentor how lucky he was.

“I am pretty lucky, aren’t I?”

He kissed the top of your head, leading you to the car by your hand. “My sweet girl deserves nothing but the best, I know that too well.”

You’re treated to hot coco and a nice warm bath when you get home. Your husband offered to sing you Christmas songs as you bathed, but you (fortunately) declined. He could be a bit clingy during the holidays.

The night ends with soft lovemaking, gentle kisses, and another Christmas movie. He’s so excited to spend your first Christmas married together, and who can blame him!

Choso

He likes to celebrate Christmas with family, so once you’re together he INSISTS on accompanying you to your family’s annual Christmas party. You need to teach him about a few traditions and social cues, but besides that he’s pretty good around your family.

He helps put up decorations, gets along with your little cousins, and he even brings Itadori along with him. Choso is a family man, he really enjoys being surrounded by people who care.

As soon as the two of you are alone, it doesn’t matter if you’re staying over with your parents or not, he’s got his hand in your panties, trying to get you off. You’re his princess, and he heard that you’re supposed to give people presents for Christmas, Choso just wants to make you feel loved and special!

He just loves you cockwarming him while you watch Christmas movies together, keeping his hands on the fat of your hips, gently kneading.

“Mm… merry Christmas, princess… so pretty, fuck…”

It goes from this to him talking to your parents about how happy he is to be invited 30 minutes later. You’re just trying to ignore the feeling of his cum pooling down your legs, thankful you wore baggy sweatpants.

He learns most of his knowledge on Christmas from movies, so he’s determined to kiss you under the mistletoe. He stood under it for nearly an hour, waiting for you to finish talking to your family.

You find him standing there, pouting like an abandoned puppy.

“You’re so silly, Choso. You could have just asked for a kiss.”

The two of you share a soft kiss. He holds back any groping or tongue because his brother is there, but once you’re behind closed doors… RIP your coochie.

Nanami

Unlike the other characters on this list, Nanami much prefers spending a quiet Christmas alone with you. He’ll visit your family before Christmas, but Christmas Day is for you and him alone.

He wakes you up with breakfast in bed. Nanami’s love language is acts of service and words of affirmation. He spends the morning with you in his lap, feeding you breakfast as he tells you just how grateful he is to have you in his life, especially during Christmas.

Honestly, I feel like Nanami may have a bit of seasonal depression, and you’re the reason he’s able to really enjoy the holiday.

Nanami likes to surprise you with your gifts by pretending Santa is the one that brought them. He leaves you in bed at 3 am to arrange your gifts, and you playful pretend to be surprised. You’re both adults and he knows you’re just going along with it, but it’s just some innocent fun that makes him enjoy the season. He’d honestly be a great father, and now you want a family with him even more.

Since you usually make meals for the two of you, he took over the duty of Christmas dinner. Once it’s lunch time, he serves you a plate of your favorite Christmas foods. He spends the entire day thoroughly spoiling you.

The two of you stay in pajamas, lazily snacking and watching Christmas movies while snuggling on the couch. It’s moments like these that make him feel alive and content.

At night, you have sleepy, snuggly sex. He keeps you close to him, thrusting in and out while holding onto your hand. “My darling… I’m so, so happy… this day couldn’t have been better…”

You hope your Christmas present for him, a positive pregnancy test, will make him even more happy when you show him in the morning. Unfortunately, you are much too sleepy and comfortable with his cock nestled inside of you to get it at that moment.

But when you show him in the early morning, he cries tears of joy.

“This is perfect… my sweet angels…”

[girlgenius1111]

let me show you

merry christmas & happy holidays :) enjoy some alexia smut 🫶🏻

part 3 to love you anyway... smut

You and Alexia were barely through the front door before she was spinning you around, and lifting you into her arms. She carried you the short distance to the nearest surface, which happened to be the kitchen counter. The minute she set you down, her lips were on yours, hot and desperate. You met her with equal enthusiasm, wrapping your legs around her abdomen from where you sat, perched on the counter.

She was letting out little huffs of air into your mouth, hands running up and down your upper body, before settling right under the hem of your shirt. The blonde pulled away just long enough to tug your shirt up off of your head, impatiently unclipping your bra.

Alexia ghosted her fingers across your chest, only lightly making contact. Just as you were sure she was finally going to apply some real pressure, she pressed her palm flat against your chest, pushing you back.

"Lay down," she told you, looking at you with blown pupils. You did as she asked, settling back on your elbows. You watched as she pulled your shorts and panties off impatiently, and spread your legs.

"You're not wasting any time," you commented, only somewhat breathlessly. Her eyes flashed up to you, lips curling into a small smirk.

"You said you'd marry me. I'm about to fuck you until you can't walk," Alexia responded, before leaning down, and connected her mouth with your dripping core. She moaned against you at how wet she found you, and you dropped back at the feeling of her licking through you, resting your head on the cool granite.

Alexia was always enthusiastic when she ate you out; she often claimed that her favorite place to be was with her head between your thighs, a comment that always made you blush, and earned her a slap to the arm. This time was no exception; her mouth moved fast against you, breathing completely forgotten, tongue swirling around your clit, before dipping down to your entrance. She pushed it in, just barely, before dragging it back up, and focusing back on your peaked clit.

Her large hands were on your thighs, grip tight, keeping your legs from shutting against her head. She briefly removed one, using it to grab your hand and place it on her head, wanting you to direct her movements. You complied, lacing your fingers through her hair as your back arched, and you let out a loud groan. You pressed her harder against you, and she moved her tongue faster, flicking back and forth rapidly.

"Ale, just like that baby," you told her, words broken up by sharp inhales.

"You like my mouth on your pussy?" she asked, pulling away slightly to look up at you through hooded eyes. You sat up slightly, looking down at her.

"Si, amor, please don't stop" you begged, and she grinned, connecting her mouth back to your aching cunt. Before you could get used to the sensation again, she was bringing a finger to your entrance, circling it and gathering wetness, before easing it into you. She was met with very little resistance, and a guttural moan from you. Her pace was soon unforgiving, finger fucking in and out of you quickly.

Alexia's goal was clear; to make you come, fast and hard, many times. You were sure it wouldn't be a night of teasing when she took your swollen clit into her mouth, suckling hard, as her another finger joined the first, pumping into you.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," you cried, eyes squeezed shut as a wave of pleasure began to wash over you.

"Come mi amor, come for me," she told you, her voice low and raspy, before reattaching her lips to your core, pushing you over the edge. Your hips jerked up into her, and she rested her free hand on your abdomen, pressing you back into the counter as you grinded up into her face. She worked you through the aftershocks, pulling her fingers out and leaning back.

"Open," she told you, and you shakily sat up and opened your mouth without a second thought. She shoved her drenched fingers between your lips, and you accepted them happily, licking your juices off of her fingers. She watched you intently, breathing slightly labored, as you swirled your tongue around her digits, sucking lightly on them.

"Mierda," she whispered, the sight of you doing exactly as she'd asked making her drip. She pulled her fingers out of your mouth, replacing them with her own lips, and you wrapped your arms around her neck, holding her face against yours as you kissed her back eagerly.

Only then did you realize that Alexia was much too dressed, and you reached your hand down, pulling at her dress until she relented, and allowed you to pull it over her head. Her abs rippled as she dragged the fabric over her head, and you felt yourself staring at them.

She noticed, too, and smirked at you. Lifting you into her arms easily, she brought you over to the couch, much too impatient to make it to the bed. She settled down with you on top of her, pressing her muscular stomach up against your drenched core. Your hips instantly jumped at the contact, beginning an unsteady rhythm back and forth against her tensed abdomen.

"That's it amor, take what you need," Alexia rasped, looking up at you as you moaned, rutting your hips harder and harder against your fiancée. "So pretty for me, mi niña bonita, rubbing on me like a little slut."

Alexia's words only spurned you on, and you reached your hands down to hers, lacing your fingers together. You were whimpering with every movement, and Alexia was well aware of the effect that she was having on you.

"You're not a slut though, are you?" she asked, and you shook your head desperately. "You're my girl, only mine," she continued.

"Sí Ale, only yours," you whined, getting closer. You'd found the perfect rhythm, the perfect amount of friction on your core. You knew you were making an absolute mess on Ale's stomach, but you didn't care. All you cared about was making Alexia feel good, doing what she told you.

At your agreement, she released your hands, gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises, and started to guide your movements, moving you faster and faster against her.

"Ale," you cried, unable to say much else. The sight of her under you, eyes absolutely glued to your body rutting against hers, was intoxicating. The look in Alexia's eyes was one of your favorites, one only you got to see.

"Sí mi niña, let's get you there," she replied. Her pussy was aching between her legs, having had no attention yet, but you looked so hot on top of her, breasts bouncing with every movement, it didn't even cross her mind to do anything about her own pleasure.

You dropped to your forearms, one on either side of her head, and pressed your forehead to hers. You were letting out small whines as Alexia moved you against her, hot breaths hitting her face. You forced your eyes open as you got close, staring fiercely into hers.

"My fiancée, mi niña perfecta," she whispered against your lips. It was enough to send you hurtling over the edge, gasping as your hips stuttered on top of Alexia. Your eyes fluttered shut as your Alexia released her grip on your hips, and you all but collapsed down against her, resting your face in the crook of her neck.

"I love you," Alexia whispered in your ear, and you squirmed against her, overcome with love for the girl underneath you. You pushed back up, kissing her lightly.

"I love you more," you replied, a giddy smile finding it's way onto your face.

"That's just the orgasms talking," Alexia argued, her lips twisting into a teasing smile. You gasped indignantly, and she laughed. The sound made your heart sing.

"I'm not done with you, though, amor," Alexia told you, expression returning to a smoldering one. "I know you have more in you."

"I think it's your turn, Alexia," you tried. She shook her head.

"No, we can get to me anytime. I want to fuck you now," she told you casually, enjoying the way your eyes darkened at her words. She raised one of her hands, landing a light smack on your ass.

"Vamos," she said, nudging you off of her. You stood, looking almost embarrassed at the sight of the wet mess on her defined abs. Alexia only looked pleased, though, and she pulled you by the hand into the bedroom. She pulled you in for a messy kiss, before leaning back, grinning down at you when you tried to chase her lips.

"Put your hair up," she instructed, "and bend over the bed."

If your previous release wasn't still abundant between your legs, your sure you would noticeably be dripping at her words. You did as she instructed while she disappeared into the bathroom. You'd finished pulling your hair into a ponytail, and where just bending down over the bed when you heard her footsteps approaching.

You'd assumed she'd just gone to put a strap on, and you wondered which one she grabbed. Your guesses were promptly pushed from your head when she pressed up against you, running her strap over your core.

"So wet for me," Alexia whispered, sounding like she was almost talking to herself. With no further preamble, she was pushing into you, strap sliding in easily. Her hips met yours, the cock making a filthy sound as it entered you.

She kept her pace slow, sliding in and out, making sure to hit your spot with every stroke. Her hands held your hips tightly, pulling you back to meet her thrusts.

"Faster, please," you begged, after a few minutes of her taking her time.

"Whatever you want, amor," she told you, and you could hear the smirk in her voice. She removed one of her hands from your hips, wrapping it around your hair, and tugging hard. You gasped at the feeling, whole body jerking backwards.

Careful to never pull too hard, Alexia began to pound into you, muscular thighs working with every thrust of her hips. She was panting above you, you could hear, and her grip on your hair was tight.

"Alexia," you cried out, too overcome with pleasure to say much of anything else. The dildo she'd chosen was big, and as she fucked you, you swore you could feel it in your stomach.

"Si, mi niña, take it like a good girl," she rasped, and you let out a long keening whine, falling once again over the edge of pleasure. She didn't stop, hand tangled in your hair, pumping deeper and deeper until your orgasm bled into the next one, and your whole body shook, overcome with pleasure. You were almost incoherent, and Alexia could barely move inside of you, your walls clenched tight around her cock.

As the waves of pleasure slowed, you felt Alexia release your hair, and run her hand up and down your back. She was still slotted deeply inside of you, and you whimpered as she pulled out.

"Shh, te tengo," she soothed, mistaking your sound as one of overstimulation, instead of what it was; you didn't want her to stop. You were overstimulated, but you weren't done. You needed to feel Alexia on top of you, her lips on yours as she fucked you.

Trying to communicate this to her, you reached a hand back, and she gripped it in hers, other still rubbing your back softly.

"Again, please, Ale," you told her, voice unsteady. She released your hand, flipping you easily onto your back, and scooting you up the bed, before climbing on top of your body to press a light kiss to your lips.

"More? You want my cock in you again?" she asked, a teasing smile playing at her lips. In response you nodded, eyes wide blinking up at her, before tangling a hand in her hair and tugging her down for another kiss. You bucked your hips up against her, and she laughed into your mouth, reaching down to slide back into your clenching hole. You whined at the feeling, clutching at Alexia's back.

Again, she kept her pace slow, forearms holding her weight up above you, as her hips did all the work. Instead of asking for her to speed up, you simply wrapped your legs around her waist, and kissed her back lazily.

This wasn't the hungry, desperate sex you'd had before. This was slower, deeper, more sensual. Her lips never parted from yours, working against yours steadily. Her tongue was hot against yours, as she fucked into you again and again. The build up was slower this time, but just as pleasurable. You were soon crying out into her mouth, and she pulled back to catch her breath, pressing her forehead against yours.

"My perfect girl, always so good for me," she mumbled, knowing the effect praise had on you. You buried your head in her neck as you got closer, hands desperately holding onto her back. This time when you came, it wasn't an overwhelming wave. The build up was longer, and it ripped through you with a steady intensity, seeming to last for minutes.

You were so overcome, all you managed was soft cries of Alexia's name into her ear, holding her tightly to you as her hips stilled, her cock buried deep inside of you. You were on another planet when she pulled out and sat up, undoing the harness and tossing it off the bed to be dealt with later. She lay back down, pulling you into her. You went, limply, whole body still wrought with tremors.

Alexia whispered soothing words of love into your ear, things you knew she was moved to say only when you were lost in a post-sex bliss. Her nose was pressed up against your temple, and every so often her lips would find the side of your face in a gentle kiss. Her breath tickled your skin, and you were so relaxed in her arms, so hopelessly content.

If this was post engagement sex, you weren't sure what post wedding sex would bring, but you were excited to find out.

[starlingflight]

Killing time while I wait for my husband to finally finish work for Christmas, and very in my feels about both Hinny and Drastoria, so here is some Christmas fluff of the Malfoy and Potter families meeting on the Platform at the start Al and Scorpius' first christmas holidays (in which there is no blood curse, because I said so 😤):

Platform Nine and Three-Quarters was in chaos, a great mass of children, carrying owls, cats, and luggage far too big for most of them to safely manage, having descended upon it moments before. The confusion was not helped by the chorus of greetings, the hooting of owls, and the thick smoke billowing from the Hogwarts Express adding to the general mayhem. 

“He's there.” 

Astoria's gaze followed the direction of Draco’s nod until her sights settled on an identical, though much shorter, pale blond head, struggling against the crowd. She smiled at the sight. 

“He looks skinny,” Draco added, frowning. 

Astoria rolled her eyes. “He's always been skinny – he grows like someone's cast a stretching jinx on him.” 

Draco's frown remained in place, “I knew he wouldn't be wearing a cloak. He's going to freeze to death.” 

“Well, thank Merlin you insisted on bringing that, then,” Astoria inclined her head to the scarf clutched in Draco's hand, the concession he'd made to the fur-lined cloak he'd wanted to bring. One that Astoria had only agreed to because she'd also suspected Scorpius’ forward planning would not extend to the weather. “He's coming – don't fuss him in front of his friends, you're going to embarrass him.” 

She had no time to press upon Draco the severity of her warning before Scorpius came barrelling out of the steam, grinning broadly. “Hello! Merry Christmas!” 

Scorpius’ arms immediately wrapped around Draco's waist. A hug that was not returned only because Draco was preoccupied wrapping the awaiting scarf firmly around Scorpius’ neck and looking extremely unsatisfied about the warmth it would provide. 

“Merry Christmas, darling,” Astoria bent to kiss the top of Scorpius’ head. 

“How was your first term?” Draco asked. His wand was out now, no doubt casting a silent warming charm. 

“It was awesome!” Scorpius declared, a word he'd evidently picked up from his new friends. “They have all these cool plants in the greenhouses and the library is huge – the librarian is the worst though – and Al and I found a secret tunnel that leads to –” 

Scorpius stopped speaking abruptly, evidently realising a moment too late that this was not information he wanted his parents to be privy too. 

Draco raised a question eyebrow, “...leads to…?” 

Scorpius shrugged, “A place.” 

Astoria had to cover her mouth with her hand to hide her smile. He had never been a good liar, apparently a few months away from home hadn't improved that. 

“Will you come and meet Al?” Scorpius asked suddenly, apparently seizing on a change of subject before any follow up questions could be asked. 

Astoria's eyes flew to Draco. He tried and failed to hide the grimace this question brought on. Fortunately, Scorpius was too busy searching the crowd for any sight of his new – and oft-mentioned in his letters home – best friend. 

“We'd love to, darling,” Astoria said smoothly. “He's probably busy with his family right now, though.” 

Scorpius shook his head. “He told me to come and get you – there he is!” 

Astoria followed the direction of his pointed finger, her eyes settling on the family huddled a short way down the platform. A small boy with untidy black hair was pointing in Scorpius’ direction, their stances identical. 

Astoria slipped her hand into Draco’s and squeezed. She smiled at Scorpius, “lead the way.” 

He was off like a shot, dodging other students and their parents, in his haste to reach Albus. 

“This is proof karma is real,” Draco muttered to Astoria, following Scorpius at a much more sedate pace. “I'm not sure what Potter's done to deserve it though.” 

Astoria elbowed him gently in the ribs. “This isn't proof of anything. It's not about either of you at all, it’s about the kids.” 

Silently Draco nodded. There was very little he would not endure for Scorpius. 

They reached the Potters. Scorpius and Al were already chattering excitedly, as though they hadn't just spent eight hours on a train together. Harry Potter's arms were crossed firmly over his chest, his wife was on her tiptoes, whispering furiously into his ear. Astoria wondered if he was receiving the same reminder Draco had just been given. 

“Mum, Dad, this is Al,” Scorpius stepped back, waving a hand in front of Albus Potter as though he was a painting Scorpius was especially proud of creating. “Al, this is my mum and dad.” 

“It's a pleasure to meet you,” Astoria said, painting a wide smile on her face. 

Draco rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Hello.” 

“I'm Ginny!” Ginny leapt forward, cutting through the awkward silence that threatened to overtake the little group. “I don't believe we've officially met.” 

“Astoria, it's lovely to meet you.” Astoria took her outstretched hand and quickly shook it. 

“And this is Harry,” It happened quickly, but Astoria could not help but notice Ginny's booted foot quickly step on her husband's shoe.

Harry did not unfold his arms to greet Astoria. He did, however, offer a smile that was quite clearly strained, before his eyes flicked to Draco. “Malfoy.” 

Astoria resisted the urge to hide her head in her hands as Draco's mouth formed a thin line that she knew to a casual outsider looked incriminatingly like a sneer, but was actually him trying –and most likely failing – not to fall into a shame spiral she'd spent years pulling him out of. “Potter.” 

They stared intensely at one another. Astoria silently wondered if she was going to be forced to hex the head of the Auror Department and her husband in the middle of Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. 

Fortunately, Al, who was apparently impervious to the tension unfolding around him, chose that moment to speak, “Dad, can Scorpius come to the Harpies match with us on Boxing Day?” 

Harry's eyes finally broke from Draco's. Astoria breathed a sigh of relief. She took the moment of distraction to dig her elbow into Draco's side once again. 

“Er,” Harry struggled to find a suitable answer in the face of Scorpius and Albus’ pleading expressions. “He could, but I'm sure he has plans with his own family, Al.” 

Scorpius’ head whipped around, staring questionly between Astoria and Draco questioningly. 

“We have to go to your Grandparents',” Astoria said apologetically. She didn't know which of the three of them were looking forward to it the least. 

Scorpius' face fell. 

“You don't have to go,” Draco said quickly, “to your Grandparents' house, I mean. You can go to the match – if Al's parents are sure?” 

Harry looked at Ginny. She shrugged. “There'll be plenty of room in the box – and it's hard enough to drag Al to a match usually.” 

“Scorpius loves Quidditch,” Al announced, apparently in explanation for his newfound willingness to attend. 

Scorpius flashed Al a grin before turning his attention back to Astoria and Draco. “Can Al come to our house too? I want him to meet Artemisia!” 

Harry frowned. “Who's Artemisia?” 

“She's our hippogriff,” Scorpius explained. Harry and Ginny shared a look of shock that made it clear they were both thinking of one of Draco's worst school-aged transgressions. “Mum looks after loads of them, but Artemisia is special.” 

“I'm sorry,” Harry rounded on Draco, not looking very sorry at all. “You have a pet hippogriff?” 

Draco cleared his throat awkwardly. “Well, she’s Astoria's hippogriff. She's had her since before we got together. The rest of them, she adopted after we got married, but…” 

Draco trailed off, clearly deciding he'd been speaking for too long. Harry was staring at him as though he'd just grown a second head. 

“She's very safe,” Astoria said, bringing the conversation back on track. “She loves kids. I'm sure she'd be delighted to meet Al.” 

“He could stay over after the match!” Scorpius suggested. 

Astoria nodded. Looking to Ginny for confirmation that this was alright, their husband's both seemed to be struggling too much internally to contribute anything further. 

“That should be fine. Merlin knows I don't plan to do anything more exciting than eat as much chocolate as physically possible between then and New Year.” 

“Oh, that's practically mandatory,” Astoria agreed. “Do you want us to drop Scorpius to you before the match or –” 

Ginny nodded. “My brother can probably arrange a Floo connection between our house and Malfoy Manor, he works at the Department of Magical Transportation.” 

“We don't live at Malfoy Manor,” Draco cut in, apparently having recovered the ability to speak once more. 

“Al has our address,” Scorpius added, making it abundantly clear they'd planned the whole thing already and were asking their parents only as a courtesy. 

“Right,” Ginny shook her head, clearly coming to the same conclusion as Astoria. “In that case, we'll see you on Boxing Day, Scorpius – Now, we need to go and find James, his absence is only more concerning the longer it continues for.”

This seemed to shake Harry – who had been staring, puzzled at Draco since the revelation of Artemisia's existence – from his reverie. “I'll go find him. It was nice to meet you, Scorpius.” 

“We need to go as well,” Astoria said even as Draco tucked him securely under his arm. “Have a lovely Christmas,” she added, smiling from Ginny to Al. 

“You too,” Ginny grabbed both of Al's shoulders, spinning him to face the opposite direction. “Go and get your sister, she's talking Hugo's ear off.”

Al waved enthusiastically at Scorpius before disappearing into the crowd.

Draco wasted no more time, guiding Scorpius and Astoria towards the barrier that marked the exit of the platform. 

“Dad, can we go to Diagon Alley and get some chocolate frogs? They're Al's favourite.” 

“You want to go to Diagon Alley on the Saturday before Christmas?” Draco's tone made it clear he thought this was a horrifying idea. 

Scorpius nodded, apparently unconcerned. Astoria leant closer to him, speaking quietly enough to only be audible to Draco. “Pick up more wine while you're there. I'll need it to endure your mother's reaction when she learns she's not seeing Scorpius for Christmas because he's with Harry Potter's son.” 

Draco shook his head. “Wine won't be strong enough.” He smiled at Scorpius who was still happily chattering away about the plans he had for Al's visit. “He looks happy though.” 

[valleyof-goldenlilies]

Falling of Snow, Falling in Love - Modern! Alicent Hightower x Reader

Summary: Alicent finally finds the courage to confess her feelings for you, her longtime admirer and best friend.

Pairing: Modern!Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slight mentions of homophobia, homosexual pining, Alicent angsting on the inside

Word Count: 1k words

A/N: hoe hoe hoe! a very merry late Christmas and Happy New Year in advance from me to you :) this is for all the lovers of our favourite doe-eyed queen with the reddish brown curls (and all of Olivia Cooke's simps). I hope you enjoy! :)

lovely dividers credited to @firefly-graphics !

Despite the biting chill that had been plaguing Oldtown for the past few weeks now, today, the sun hung up high in the blue sky, shining brightly, painting the portrait of a perfect, though chilly sunny day. 

Which was how you found yourself prancing along the cobbled streets of Oldtown this fine afternoon, arms linked with your best friend, Alicent, the both of you deciding to do some last minute Christmas shopping. Even though the cold had brought out the redness in your cheeks and in your opinion, made you look like someone who had just undergone a severe sunburn, Alicent still looked as dazzling as ever. Her reddish brown curls cascaded down her back, perfectly windswept by the winter breeze, and her cheeks were tinged with the sort of rosiness reminiscent in paintings of old. She looked like a vision. 

And you said as much to her this morning when she appeared at your door, bright eyed and bundled in her cosy brown trench coat and maroon scarf. She had laughed and the loveliest shade of pink had spilled into her features, a sight which made your heart beat ten times faster in your chest. 

Gods, was she beautiful. 

You had always made your feelings of admiration clear to Alicent, something that had first started as Alicent taking it as a joke, before evolving into something much more serious. More complicated. You knew Alicent never did well with complicated, and you always accepted that you wouldn’t push her on reciprocating your feelings. Having been raised in such a cloistered and conservative environment, Alicent still struggled with accepting your adoration and her own amorous feelings towards you, which were frowned upon by her parents and siblings, all deeming a romantic love between individuals of the same gender ‘unnatural’. 

As Alicent began to grow older however, she gradually distanced herself from those harmful beliefs with your help, learning to accept who she was and how she chose to love. After all, she had learnt from you, love was love, and no matter who you love, it should never stir up a sense of shame in you. 

Now, Alicent’s main obstacle was her lack of courage. As she watched you drag her from shop to shop, whether it was marvelling at the baked goods displayed in the windows of Oldtown’s finest bakeries, or excitedly gesturing to Alicent the little porcelain animals you’ve seen at the cutest antiques shop, Alicent couldn’t help but fall in love with you more and more. 

However, it was never easy for Alicent to express her feelings, much less ones she had repressed all her life. She was someone who would rather listen quietly and observe others rather than speaking out on her own. So she bided her time and waited, as you were patient and comforting with her struggles, as you told her time after time again it doesn’t matter if she couldn’t express her admiration back for you the same way that you did. It all didn’t matter, as long as she was by your side. 

But today, it did matter. Because she was finally going to tell you how she felt. How she felt the same as you did her, how she worshipped every inch of you, how she relished in every laugh elicited from you, every single one of your words that were laced with honey and everything sweet in the world. 

How much she loved you. 

Your strolling eventually carried the both of you to a square in the shopping district of Oldtown, and Alicent was absentmindedly giving out responses to your questions. She bit her lip nervously, her other hand going to pat down her curls. ‘This is it,’ she told herself, inhaling deeply. ‘I’m going to tell her how I feel. On Christmas day, just like I planned.’ 

‘I got this-’ 

“Alicent!” Your exclamation jolted Alicent from her self-induced panic, and she looked at you, trying not to display the anxiety she felt at her confession being disrupted. But then, she tilted her head up at your behest, and saw something wondrous. 

White flecks of snow were cascading down from the skies, making their soft and swift descent as all around, people in Oldtown stopped to stare and marvel at the sky. The first snowfall had arrived at last. 

“Oh my goodness,” you said excitedly, before you started shivering violently, teeth chattering. The sudden landfall of snow had made the temperature drop by a few degrees, and you hastily moved to pull on your mittens, urging Alicent to do the same. But the bone-biting chill aside, you looked positively delighted as the snow gradually began covering the ground, and as the sun’s rays reflected on it, it cast an otherworldly, magical glow on all your surroundings. It was truly a White Christmas now. “It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?” you remarked to Alicent, eyes shining. 

Only to realise that her twinkling brown eyes were fixed on you. 

“Yes,” Alicent said softly, as you felt the graze of her soft mittens on your cheek. “It really is.” 

You could feel your heart nearly beating out of your chest, a rush of epiphany and joy making your head spin a little. ‘Was this finally happening?” 

Alicent hesitated, deciding that the time was right, she leaned in, brushing her lips against yours. When she made to pull away, however, you held her face between your hands, pulling her in for a deeper, longer kiss. 

And there was nothing more perfect in the world than this, Alicent realised. Your kiss was slow, languid, but filled with emotion, with nothing but pure, innocent admiration for one another. Of love. 

Alicent hadn’t wanted the kiss to end, but when it eventually did, she took the chance, leaning her forehead against yours and whispering the words she had always wanted to say: 

“I love you.” 

And as you laughed and dipped Alicent, bringing your lips to hers again, Alicent realised again that you were right, that love was nothing to be ashamed of. 

Love was something that made her feel powerful.

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[emilyflorencescdblog]

Christmas has Arrived

Christmas is upon us once again, a symphony of twinkling lights, the cold breezy winter air, the laughter and joy of kids outdoors playing with all their new toys.

Santa Claus has finished delivering all his presents his belly full of milk and cookies, the elves are taking a long-needed rest, but my end of the job has just begun. I made sure to deliver these very special presents myself, from me to you.

Have you been naughty or nice?

Only one way to find out, time to start unwrapping your Christmas presents and find out what Santa Claus brought you.

Merry Christmas.

------------------------------------------------------- La Navidad ha llegado

La Navidad está aquí una vez más, una sinfonía de luces parpadeantes, el aire frío y ventoso del invierno, la risa y la alegría de los niños al aire libre jugando con todos sus juguetes nuevos.

Santa Claus ha terminado de entregar todos sus regalos y su pansita llena de leche y galletas, los elfos están tomando un descanso muy necesitado, pero mi parte del trabajo apenas comenzo. Me aseguré de entregar estos regalos tan especiales yo misma, de mi parte para ti.

¿Has sido travieso o te es portado bien?

Sólo hay una manera de saberlo: es hora de empezar a desenvolver tus regalos de Navidad, aver que te trajo Santa Claus.

Feliz Navidad.

[women-are-hot]

would love an Alexia fic

request: The team is waiting in an airport lounge for the plane and the reader gets really tired but finds the chairs uncomfortable so Alexia lets her use her as a pillow

Vacation Love

Note: i've made a tiny change in your request, but i hope you'll still like it. this could possible get a part 2, but let's see ho y'all take this part firstly. also, merry christmas to y'all and stay safe <3

Warnings: literally just fluff. i still can't spanish :/

You had just woken up, because you had to catch a flight later in the morning to Hawaii.

“I’m sorry to wake you, but we have to get ready, amor” your girlfriend, Alexia said which made you groan. 

“Why so earlyyy?” you asked, cover your head in the duvet. Alexia rolled her eyes as your childish & sleepy side was showing. Then she decided to take action in her own hands and picked you up.

“Ale, put me down” your sleepy voice said into Alexia’s shoulder.

“No, because then you will go back to bed” 

“You know me so well, babe,” you replied with a chuckle coming from your girlfriend.

—

After Alexia had splashed some cold water in your face and runned for her life with you on her heels, you started packing the last few things before the taxi would come.

“When will the taxi come?” you asked, stepping into the kitchen as Alexia was packing some snacks. 

“The taxi should be here in 10 minutes, so just get ready” your girlfriend answered, making you squeal quietly and Alexia looking weird at you. Then you ran into the living room and jumped on the couch.

You could almost have fallen asleep right at that second, but your girlfriend had other plans.

“I know what you’re on” she said and once again tried to pick you up, but this time you tried to fight back and stay down.

Your plan didn’t work tho…

You just ended up on Alexia’s shoulders and her carrying you to your front door.

“Shoes on,” she said. You gave her a disgusted look.

“I’m not a child” you responded, still looking at her with a disgusted face.

Alexia just smirked. “Put your shoes on,” she once again said. You gave her the most evil face you could pull off and then put your shoes on.

“Good girl” she said after you had taken your shoes on.

“I’m a dog now or what?” you asked and crossed your arms. Alexia just shrugged her arms and opened the front door while you rolled your eyes at her.

—

On the way to the airport, you two planned on what to do on a trip to Hawaii. You were really excited to see Alexia’s sister and mother as you’ve been working a lot in these christmas days and haven’t had much time to be with them, so a vacation is the only real thing to do with them in your opinion.

“They're always really excited to finally see you again. Todo lo que hacen es hablar de ti” (All they do is talk about you) Alexia told you as you walked hand in hand towards her family at your gate.

Just as Alexia had told you that, you saw a girl running your way and it just happened to be Alexia’s little sister Alba aka your best friend.

“Y/N” she yelled, making a few people look at her which made you a bit shy. Alba didn’t care though. She hasn’t seen her best friend in December, so she had to have a nice welcome back to my life, a hug and that stuff, you know.

“Hi Alba” you said and opened your arms as she ran into them. You hugged for some time, before Alexia coughed fakely, giving her you and her sisters attention.

“I’m also here, so hug me por favor” Alexia said. Alba put her finger under her chin, pretending to make a very difficult choice.

“Muy divertido” (Very funny) Alexia mumbled and then dragged Alba into her arms for a hug. 

As they had their sister moment, you spotted Alexia’s mother and made a little run over to her, giving her a big hug.

“Hola mi chica” she said and gave both of your cheeks kisses.

“Hola Eli” you replied with a big smile as Alexia and Alba had joined the two of you.

After all of you said your hello’s and then found a place to sit, you finally had your chance to sleep as the flight first took off in 90 minutes.

You tried to find a position to sleep in, but this stupid chair was just so uncomfortable.

“Love?” you heard and your eyes met Alexia’s.

“Qué?” you asked.

“You can use me as a pillow if you want?” 

“Oh, you don’t have to, babe-” “But I want to,” Alexia interrupted.

“Fine, but don’t you dare move. I actually want to sleep in just 30 minutes” you told her. 

“Just lay down!” she said and made a bit of space for you.

You gave her a little shy smile.

“Gracias” you replied and quickly gave your girlfriend a kiss on the cheek and then laid down with your head in her lap. 

Alexia returned the kiss with some lovely head massage as she knew you loved.

“No puedo. Ustedes son tan lindas” (I can't. You two are so cute!) Alba squealed, seeing her two favorite best friends being in love.

Alexia gave her a soft smile, not wanting to wake you up.

“Será mejor que te cases con ella pronto” (You better marry her soon) Alexia’s mother added quietly, but enough for her daughters to hear.

“Estoy planeando hacerlo” (I'm planning to do it) Alexia replied in Spanish as she didn’t want you to hear the news.

Alexia’s family gave her a side eye with a smile before going back to their game of uno.

[ltwilliammowett]

Pirate drinks

My dear lads and ladies, Christmas is just around the corner and most of the time the relatives you'd rather see from behind than from the front arrive. And so that you can endure the whole thing loaded to the gunn'ls, here are a few nice drinks that pirates have enjoyed. But don't complain afterwards if you think your living room has a swell.

Rumfustian the classic pirate drink contains cinnamon, nutmeg, raw egg, sugar, beer, gin and sherry (just no rum) to taste and then mix well and heat up. Then the whole thing really pops again (preferably drink when politics comes up and the old men think they know everything better or have to listen to the old war stories again and again, only that the weapons or the opponents become more numerous with each repetition 🙄).

Or can it be a tankard of hipsy? Mix an amalgam of wine, water, brandy and sugar and enjoy. Unfortunately I don't have a complete recipe so I recommend just try and error. Or how about a Bumboo (also called Bumbo ?) Mix rum with water, sugar and nutmeg as you like and off you go. Also works well with a Rumbo, a half and half mix of rum with water and sweetened with crude sugar. Dog's nose is also good, simply mix beer with gin (ale and rum also works, but only among friends, the stuff is not without) Flip is also very popular, mix a small beer with rum or brandy or both, sweeten with sugar and then drink warm. According to legend, you can also drink like Blackbeard, simply flavour rum with gunpowder and light it. - It's nice that the drink is also just a legend, we should all please keep our hands off it. So I think that's enough for now, I wish you lots of fun mixing and a merry christmas.

And a little disclaimer at this point - I'm not a Christmas hater, I just don't like my relatives.

[perahn]

How the Tadfools Stole Christmas

Most people in Faerûn liked freedom a lot, The Dead Three and their Chosen, the bards say, did not. They wanted to murder, creative and cruel: They wanted the dead and the undead, like ghouls: They wanted confusion, the town upside down, So they’d seize command with a fierce tyrant’s crown. This, you might say, could rightly be treason, But they didn’t care. No one quite knows the reason. Old General Thorm, who stood for the dead, Was hating and frowning at Orin the Red: While Gortash clicked his gauntleted hand And “Enough!” he cried. “Do you understand? “We MUST plot and scheme! We MUST think – and quick! “We have to come up with some clever trick! “The people need ruling, and killing, and such – “Any more of this freedom is simply too much.” Then he got an idea! An awful idea! GORTASH GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA! “I know just what to do!” he snarled with a sneer: “We’ll make a new god, and we’ll fill them with fear! “We’ll get a big brain, all squishy and wet, “We’ll put worms in their heads, and just watch them fret “As the brain in the hat gives commands, they obey: “And then I’ll ride in to rescue the day!” There was more of the plan for Orin and Thorm, A false army to lead, and sly changes of form – But Gortash, the hero, had the best role to play, And grew bolder and gloatier each passing day. But down by the river, which he didn’t guess, Adventuring people had got in a mess. They had swords, they had spells, they had hidden chains, They had hard-won friendship, they had worms in their brains. They had a withered old man on their side, And a ghaik in a prism who served them as guide. They came to the Towers, all shadow-cursed dark, And they killed off old Thorm, midst panic and snark. “That’s bad,” Gortash thought, “Though I’ve never liked him, “Our chance of success just got slightly more slim- “Orin, my dear, you’d best kidnap one.” “Oh goody,” she said. “This will be fun!” But her temple was pillaged and her victim freed And Chosen or not, it was her turn to bleed. The adventurers turned their steps towards the place Which Gortash had made into his fortified base. “He’s crowned himself Archduke, so he must be rich “We’ve emptied our invent’ries, let’s loot this bitch.” They grinned and they smirked with sinister pleasure They slunk ‘round the fortress and they stole all the treasure! They took the cheese wedges, they took the clam chowder, They stole eighteen potions and all the rune powder! The pears, grapes and apples went into their sacks, Along with two shields and an enchanted axe. They grabbed up the gems, and what’s even colder, They took the roast rothé, the boiled beholder! They gathered the beer, the ale, and the wine, When they heard a small sound, like the grunting of swine. They turned around fast, and saw in the door Gortash was leaning, with five guards or more. “Hello,” that Gortash most charmingly said, “You’ve got pretty far, but soon you’ll be dead.” But despite all the traps, the guards, spells and fire, The gallant adventurers quick made him a liar. As he lay on the flagstones, bleeding, out-fought, He was hazily thinking a vague final thought: “Maybe my plan went somewhat astray, “And freedom’s the friends we made on the way?” And what happened then? Well, the adventurers say Gortash’s small heart stopped completely that day, Then they gathered his clothes, his weapons and glove, And into the chimney he went with a shove! Then back at their camp, as soon as it suited, They laid out a table with the good things they’d looted! They toasted each other and the good cheer they’d found, A merry and jolly and earth-shaking sound! Tomorrow would come, and it might well bring pain: They still had the worms and the ghaik and the brain, But tonight they’d rejoice and forget all that bother, And the withered old bone man carved the roast rothé!

[desmond69miles]

Can you do nsfw alphabet for inky bendy please 👀

I have been ignoring Tumblr for a long time--im so sorry, haha. The finals just passed, and I've been super stressed! Hopefully, I can get some asks done :)

Of course, most bendy's are not canon, but I tried to make him a little more evil/rude here and not all soft cinnamon bun. I feel like I kind of mimicked his actions to that of a xenomorph haha.

merry christmas to those who celebrate, and happy yule!

GN reader

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(A) Aftercare,, he'd have no idea what it is or how to do it. honestly, I doubt he'd even do aftercare. I think the most he would do would be nudging your cheek with the side of his head or maybe bringing you to a bed/couch to rest. He wouldn't bring you anything to clean up, as he probably doesn't understand that humans should be cleaned up after sex. At least he keeps watch for any potential threats while you sleep.

(B) body,, I think his favorite things on him would definitely be his legs, and his mouth/teeth. Legs, because they carry him to his prey, and teeth, because it's how he consumes his meal. While I’m on the subject of the ink demon, lets just see what hes packing...

The ink demon has no internal/external genitalia, and resorts to the use of ink tentacles. (”oh lynn but its ink and youll--GRARRWARRARRRWARR shut up”) While he has a lack of hardware, he makes up for it with the use of his hands (being careful of the claws) and help from the ink. Strangely enough, it seems to come from his body directly, as the tentacles have a warm feeling, along with his body.

The tentacles range in sizes, some wide as your fist, others skinny as one of your fingers. Some have budding tips, and others are sharp-tipped. Bendy has informed you he has modified these, as the other ones would kill you if they entered you, what ever that means.

And the favorite thing on you would be your hair, or your legs/arms. He can pull you around from your hair and limbs, pushing you around and bending you into places he wants you to be. On a nicer scale, he does like how expressive your face is. He likes watching it change, showing your emotions throughout the day. 

(C) cum,, The ink demon comes a lot. his motto is it's easier to cum inside tbh. thick and sticky, oozes out of the tips of tentacles. Its bitter and warm, stains your thighs if its left on for long enough. Its black, probably made of ink and gives you a tummy-ache if you swallow enough of it. It oozes slowly and thickly out of you, a warm tingly feeling leaving in its wake. 

(D) dirty secret,, Likes smelling your panties/underwear. I doubt he has good vision, and instead uses sound and smells to travel. The first time it had happened you were trying to tease him, picking up your panties and dangling it in front of his face. He had quickly snatched them up, pressing it to his face, chest rasing in a deep breath. From then on, he had spread your legs often, nuzzling his face in-between your thighs, inhaling you. The first few times out of sex you had guessed he was getting used to you, but the more it happened, you realized he enjoys smelling you. Oh, and especially after sex. He loves to smell the hormones and serotonin drip off your body. 

(E) experience,, Bendy has had a lot of repressed and harmful emotions, sexual desire being one of them. Before, he had no outlet, but as he stalked the studio and saw you, something primal had clicked inside of him, something claiming. Instead of killing you like he had done to others, he slowly stalked closer until you were no longer weary of him, then sparking a “romance” feeling in between you both. The first time was definitely confusing for the both of you, but as you both slowly progressed in sex, the ink demon had grown more confident. 

(F) favorite position,, Anything where he can trap you in. Probably a mating press, or missionary where he can see your face and press down on your arms to keep you from squirming. Most, if not all, times he has to be on top. He doesn’t like feeling not in control, or small. He’s king of the studio, and should be treated as such. He’s not willing to belittle his ego just for your pleasure. 

(G) goofy or serious,, Serious throughout the whole thing, and outside of it too. He doesn’t talk much besides the occasional comment or direction. You can crack jokes, but don’t expect a chuckle, much less a laugh. Mating (as he calls it) is meant to be claiming and for breeding purposes only. 

(H) horny,, Very often, if not always. This is why I think he’d be into CNC, so he could use you without having to ask. The ink demon doesn’t ask, he claims. 

Although he doesn’t have a dick, he expresses his feeling with bumping the crown of his head against your forehead, or gently kneading your stomach or thighs. If you don’t pick it up or ignore it, he either starts to squeeze on your legs or arms, somewhat painfully, or just rips your pants off with his claws and relieves himself. 

(I) intimacy,, No, not really. Don’t expect dates or a bed littered with rose petals. There are soft moments, yes, such as him nuzzling your neck and the side of your face, pressing his head against you for a few seconds as a form of a kiss, but with the Ink Demon, there isn’t much softness. He is a creature of darkness, he’s been hurt and tortured, broken down and tormented. The studio is a place where he can take out these emotions, you don’t see Bendy often while hes out and about. 

(J) jacking off,, No, why do such a silly act when he has a play toy like you? Of course, he’s welcome to mutual masturbation, but why touch himself when you could? 

(K) kinks,, Definitely predator and prey play, and possibly CNC. You’d have to explain what a safeword is, and that this is done on both sides. Of course, if you act up during CNC play, he often replies with “Don’t tempt me, Human. Your word of safety means little here.” Another huge kink is claiming/marking, and breeding. 

(L) location,, Anywhere at any time; He doesn’t wait. He’ll bring you to the nearest wall, lifting you up so he could press his hips to yours, claws tearing down your pants to create a hole. He is rude, but he’s not a prude and brings you to a clothing room so you can get a new change of pants and underwear. (He keeps the ones he tore.) So far, no one has seen you both, as most creatures dissipate when Bendy goes near them, or their smart enough to stay away when they hear growls.

(M) masochism/sadism,, He’s not one for masochism, however you are welcome to delve your fingers into his inky back or arms and leave deep scratch marks. He’ll heal, it’s not that big of a deal. He is one for sadism, though. Leaving deep scratches or bites, hissing into your neck that your his and if you dare leave, something worse will happen. He loves to see the burning desire of fear in your glossy eyes before he brings his claws down onto your stomach and thighs, pressing in and leaving red marks. Oh how he loves the site of your red blood spilling out of you, his tongue delving into the cuts to lick it all up. 

(N) No’s,, Pegging or anything to do with him being belittled or put down. (Not in the sense of degradation, more in the sense of saying he’s not strong enough or he shouldn’t be ruler. He usually gets angry and scratches you before walking away and leaving you be for a few days.) He’s not a sub, he’s not going to become submissive and ruin his reputation and ego for your pleasure. 

(O) oral,, Your more than welcome to ask to try and take a tentacle in your mouth. He likes the feeling of your throat, the gags you make as it wiggles around in your mouth. As for going down on you, he doesn’t mind, it's just not his preferred. He has a long and thick forked tongue, thick drool running down his chin. It can definitely reach places inside of you, or curl around you. 

(P) pace,, Rough, definitely. I doubt he’d go slow unless you had thoroughly begged him, and even then his tentacles would reach so deep it's not exactly calming sex. He doesn’t need to move his hips, but if you want the feeling of something entering in and out of you, he can deliver; just don’t expect it to be soft. You have bruises under your thighs because of how hard he snaps his hips. 

(Q) quickies,, Often, yes, but their not preferred. He much more likes to take his time and go for a few rounds before leaving you thoroughly bloated with his cum, legs shaking and wobbly. He likes doing things that are considered foreplay, such as kissing (its more licking) around your body, fingering you, etc. 

(R) risk,, He is all for risk. As I mentioned before, he claims pretty much anywhere, and doesn’t mind the question of if you get caught. Actually, he prefers it. There’s a theory in his mind that if someone like Allison saw you both, they would no longer like to be around you, and make you his and only his. 

(S) stamina,, Almost endless. He can definitely go for multiple rounds, but after, he resorts to a slow walk, not paying attention to potential meals. He saunters off, legs slightly aching as he huffs. He knows he left you, and that he’d return, but he’s hungry, and if he were to go again, he’d need a meal. 

(T) turn-ons,, Seeing you submissive and vulnerable. Your meant to be his pet, his toy. He doesn’t like if his pet is fiesty or rude towards him, and when you are, a harsh punishment and show of domination is in place. Your not meant to fight, he’s meant to protect you, that's why he claimed you. Your his little spouse that sits and takes care of him for when he needs.

Although he does prefer when he can protect you, he doesn’t mind seeing you being violent on occasion. He likes the way your body flexes when you swing an ax, and he likes the blundering sound when it collides with your victim. He usually comes in and eats the corpse once you’ve walked away. 

(U) unfair,, Always. Even if its not sexual, he is unfair and unbalanced. He is a devil after all, he’s meant to be rude. He has learned how to tease, as when he watched your face scream in annoyance when he pulled away just on the teetering edge of an orgasm. He learned to do that often, delaying your orgasm a handful of times before letting you come. Sometimes, he won’t let you come, and just leave you there, shaking, and tell you not to touch. 

(V) volume,, Full on growler and hisses. He makes a variety noises, all ranging from trills to loud growls and moans. He loves to hear you scream for him, loves to hear the shrill noise rip from your throat. He loves to hear the sweet songs. 

(W) wild card,, I headcanon that he reads a lot of books. He searches the studio library and archives for something interesting, settling down in the walls or his throne room, and reads. Sometimes he’ll make you read while his tentacles squirm inside you, a sick smile on his face while he watches you.

(X) x-tra people,, No, absolutely not. Not even Sammy. (Bendy’ll kill him if he even dares to look at you.) He’s the only one meant for you and your the only one meant for him. 

(Y) yearning,, He often yearns for you. Not even sexually, sometimes. He berates himself in the moments when he thinks of you softly. Even when you say that its normal, and he should let himself feel, hes not used to feeling. He’s a bit scared even. 

(Z) zzzz,, No, because as I had mentioned before, he would go for a walk and build up back energy by eating. He’ll watch you with cutouts, observing you as you sleep or get dressed. 

Thanks for reading! My ask box is open if you wanna send in a request for our inky man &lt;3

[hangon-silvergirl]

The HellCheer Holiday Mixtape

OH HEY. I'm a sucker for a festive fandom, so behold my seasonal challenge TO YOU: The Hellcheer Holiday Mixtape!

For 12 days starting December 13th, express your Freak and Cheerleader affections as inspired by holiday music prompts (if one so titillates you), and in whatever medium you please!

Guidelines:

There are no constraints on your level of participation; do it all, do some, do none, doesn't matter; JUST HAVE FUN

Same goes for themes and subject matter; just please respect the rules of content curation and slap on appropriate tags. We observe DLDR in this house

Except, uh, whatever you post should be, you know, festive. And tie back to the prompt at least tenuously

Late posts count!!!

Tag your contributions with #hellcheerholidaymixtape (so I can see them and share them)

Share on any platform you like, but x-post here bc I'm only tumblin'

Don't be shitty (for this quest in particular, but also generally speaking)

All songs are on the Spotify playlist:

If you have thoughts, concerns, or questions, my ask box is open!

Prompts below!

13 December

"Merry Christmas (I Don't Wanna Fight Tonight)" - The Ramones

"Jingle Bell Rock" - Hall & Oates

"Run, Run, Rudolph" - Bryan Adams

14 December

"Hard Candy Christmas" - Dolly Parton

"Another Lonely Christmas" - Prince

"It Must Have Been the Mistletoe (Our First Christmas)" - Barbara Mandrell

15 December

"Do They Know It's Christmas?" - Band Aid

"Christmas in Dixie" - Alabama

"Let's Party" - Jive Bunny & the Master Mixers

16th December

"Christmas In My Heart" - The Jets

"Thank God It's Christmas" - Queen

"Silent Night" - The Hooters

17th December

"Wonderful Christmastime" - Paul McCartney

"Santa's Beard" - They Might Be Giants

"Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)" - U2

18th December

"Funky, Funky Xmas" - New Kids On The Block

"Hazy Shade of Winter" - The Bangles

"Merry Christmas, Everyone" - Shakin' Stevens

19th December

"Christmas Wrapping" - The Waitresses

"It's Christmas All Over the World" - Sheena Easton

"2000 Miles" - The Pretenders

20th December

"Fairytale of New York" - The Porgues (ft. Kirsty MacColl)

"Sleigh Ride" - Air Supply

"Put a Little Love in Your Heart" - Al Green & Annie Lennox

21st December

"Christmas in Hollis" - RUN DMC

"Mistletoe & Wine" - Cliff Richard

"Father Christmas" - The Kinks

22nd December

"Driving Home for Christmas" - Chris Rea

"She Won't Be Home" - Erasure

"The Power of Love" - Frankie Goes to Hollywood

23rd December

"Christmas With The Devil" - Spinal Tap

"Things Fall Apart" - Christina

"Peace In Our Time" - Eddie Money

24th December

"Last Christmas" - Wham!

"Merry Christmas, Baby" - Bruce Springsteen

"Santa, Baby" - Madonna