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certifiedskywalker · 4 years ago

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Pomegranate Chapstick - Peter Parker

It’s Winter in New York City. Not that movie magic kind of Winter that reeks of mistletoe and Hallmark channel cliches. No, it’s no longer the Holiday Season and everyone is back to school after Winter Break. Peter Parker is happy to be back because being back means being able to see you again. Though, something is different about you but he just can’t place it.

“What is it?”

“Y/N…”

“Yeah?” Ned looked in the same direction as Peter, who, suddenly self conscious, turned his friend back around to face him. “What is it?”

“Don’t, don’t look! I just…” Peter found that his eyes trailed back over to where you talking with MJ. Your eyes were bright, hands gesturing about you as your friend shared you into a passion. Despite your movements, Peter found himself drawn back to your smile.

“Something’s different,” he finished, “but I don’t know what.”

“It’s only been like two weeks. It was Christmas literally a few days ago.” Peter glanced warily at Ned before he looked back to you. You were still smiling. The sight made his chest tighten, stole his breath directly from his lungs. “Pete?”

“You remember Homecoming,” Peter pointed out as he met Ned’s eyes, “that all happened in a week and I almost died. Twice! Anything could have happened over break.”

Peter let his eyes wander back to you. Whatever MJ was discussing with you was enthralling. You were completely consumed, cheeks flushed and eyes wide. Slightly hidden under all of the layers of Winter clothing you were wearing, you looked warm, aflamed and bright. Suddenly, you threw your head back, laughing at something MJ had said.

The sound sent a shiver down Peter’s spine that he tried to pass off as a response to the cold. He pulled the sleeves of his jacket over his chilled hands and adjusted the strap of his backpack that dug into his shoulder. Ned blinked at him a few times, too close of a friend to not notice Peter’s nervous ticks.

Eventually, Ned glanced over in your direction too. “Well, Y/N seemed alright. We had Advanced Geometry together and we talked.”

Peter’s eyes widened. “Really? Did anything happen?”

“From what Y/N said, your Winter break was way more eventful, Spiderman.”

Peter knocked the back of his hand against Ned’s shoulder to hush him. Classmates continued to file out of the school, laughing and chatting about the less than glorious return to academia. Peter eyed them all as they stepped down the stairs to the streets of the city. None of his peers seemed to have picked up on Peter’s secret. Satisfied his identity was safe, Peter glanced at Ned with a warning balanced in his frown.

“Sorry,” Ned said, raising his hands.

“Gotta be more careful.” Peter glanced around at the faces of his classmates once more. Everyone was too caught up in leaving school for the day to notice the worried look on his face. All except you when Peter accidentally met your eyes. Quickly, he tore his gaze away and stared directly, wide-eyed, at Ned.

“What?”

“Y/N.” Ned glanced over in your direction.

“Headed over with MJ. Why?”

Peter’s face warmed to the point where the scarf wrapped around his jaw was pointless. “And? Does...is...do I look okay?”

Ned squinted before his lips broke into a wide grin. A laugh rattled in his chest and Peter felt a fresh wave of panic wash over his shoulders.

“What?! Do I look-”

“Hey losers,” MJ greeted, standing by your side. Peter glanced at the curly-haired girl before he saw you gently elbowed her shoulder. He met your eyes and felt his lips instinctively curl up in a lopsided smile.

“Hi,” Peter said softly as he tried to steady his breathing. Now, with you closer, he tried to study you, sleuth out what was different.

“Hey! Do you guys wanna do something? Hang out?”

Your smile was still as bright as your eyes as you asked. Maybe it was the ruddiness in your cheeks, spurred on by the cold that made you seem changed? No, that was too simple.

“Nah, I gotta work,” MJ said.

“Wow, you got a job?” Ned asked, causing Peter to glance away from your face for a moment. When he looked back to you, Peter found that you were looking at him. Though, you quickly looked to MJ, waiting for her reply.

“Yeah, over break. At the QuikMart.”

Maybe you got a haircut or, possibly, you dyed your hair and the color was fading back to it’s natural tone. Aunt May had dyed her hair a dark red one year. Peter remembered thinking there was blood in the tub when the pigment started to wash out. Though, even with his ‘Spidey-vision’, as Ned called it, Peter couldn’t detect a color.

“Awesome. Can you get me free slushies?”

“Bro, I don’t even get free slushies,” MJ replied, frowning at Ned. “I gotta go, can’t be late. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“See ya,” you said, waving off your friend as MJ walked along the snowy sidewalks. Peter swallowed hard when you looked back to him and Ned. “What about you two?”

“I told my mom I’d be back after school to help her with my lola, my grandma.” Peter’s brow furrowed and he turned his head to look at Ned. “Really? You need help?”

“No, she’s coming over to make some food,” Ned explained as he started down the steps of the school. “I’m mom’s moral support.”

“Oh…”

“Well, have fun with that,” you said, bringing Peter’s eyes back to focus on you. “Maybe next time then.”

Ned let out another laugh. It was eerily similar to the laugh he gave Peter when he asked if he looked okay. Something about the sound made Peter’s stomach twist.

“You two have fun!” Ned’s shout disappeared after him, down the sidewalk and into the city. His words left you and Peter alone. You glanced back to him with a soft smile on your lips. Peter couldn’t help but smile back at you, even though he did so nervously. His eyes flickered up to yours then back to your lips.

While your smile was unchanged, still yours and beautiful, he kept coming back to your lips. It had to be your lips that were different and Peter leaned in slightly to figure out how. Your eyes widened slightly and Peter’s face burned with realization.

“Uh, sorry,” Peter shifted back and let his gaze fall. “So, what do you wanna do?”

“I-I...to be honest, I don’t know. I just missed you over Winter break. Missed, all of you, I mean. MJ and Ned, and you.” You held Peter’s eyes for a fleeting glance before you busied yourself wiping snow off the steps with your boot.

“Yeah, I,” Peter felt his chest tightened again, “I missed you too, Y/N.”

You looked back up at him, met his brown eyes and gave him a closed-lip smile. Silence fell over the two of you but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was easy, not tension filled and heavy. Being with you was always easy for Peter but this new nervousness that bloomed over Winter break was difficult to manage. He couldn’t let his eyes linger on you too long until fear took hold.

The silence too had its limit. “We should head over to the library maybe. You have Ms. Turner for chem, right? We could study together if you want.”

Peter fought the urge to cringe as his suggestion. In his head, it sounded better, more thought through. He had missed you and wanted to spend time with you. So, naturally, he had to recommend the quiet library. Maybe he was the one that was different, more awkward.

“Sure, yeah!” You started down the steps and Peter trailed after you. “She’s new and I’m a bit nervous about how she tests.”

“I’m nervous too,” Peter agreed as he fell into step beside you. “About the test.”

Peter glanced at you from the corner of his eyes and saw that you were already looking at him. Quickly, you both looked away from the other and started to walk silently towards the library. Every so often, Peter felt your gloved hand against the skin of his bare knuckles. Each time you touched him, a new sense of curiosity struck him. This quietness was different, he wasn’t sure that he liked it, and your hidden change still gnawed at him.

Mr. Stark had given Peter many words of wisdom. Always ask questions was, seemingly, his motto when it came to his ‘internship’. Though, Peter couldn’t find the words. Everytime he did, he second guessed.

Hey, what did you get up to over break? New style? No, no, no! It had to be your smile. He was stuck on your smile, your lips.

Finally, with nerves and desperation bubbling up inside, Peter let the words come out without thinking. “Y/N, are you wearing like lipstick or something?”

You laughed, drawing the attention of those around you. The last crosswalk before the library was fast approaching and Peter needed to find out what had changed before you were both doomed to a respectable quiet.

“Lipstick? No, I am wearing tinted chapstick though.”

“Oh,” Peter’s brow furrowed, “I guess maybe that’s what’s different.”

“Different?” At your amused tone, Peter looked at you, brown eyes searching your face. There was a softness in his eyes and stole your breath away. His lips turned up slightly at the corners, the gentlest smile you had ever seen.

“You just...you look-”

A car horn, loud, alarming, and terribly frightening ripped through the air. Peter reacted to the sound, lurching forwards and wrapping his arms around your waist. Even with your bag slung halfway on your back, Peter was able to catch you as you nearly fell into the street. The car horn faded into the distance but your attention shifted from death to Peter in an instant.

“Beautiful,” he finished.

Finally, it clicked. You hadn’t changed, but the way Peter saw you had. The way he saw your lips had shifted too. More enticing than ever before.

“Peter, I…”

“Oh, yeah, yeah,” Peter said, quickly helping you back to your feet and out of the crosswalk. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” you said with a swallow breath. Peter’s hands were still on you, thumbs gently rubbing your coat-covered, upper arm. Your eyes lingered on Peter, unable to tear them away.

His breath, and yours, came out in small clouds, chilled by the cold. Together, you made your own atmosphere and shared the same air. Adrenaline pumped through Peter’s veins, filled, not with curisoulity anymore, but want. He took a step closer.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?” You found yourself coaxed closer by his warmth.

“Can...can I kiss you?”

You smiled again and nodded. “Yes.”

Peter leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. His fingers dug into the material of your coat softly. One of your hands reached up, cupped his face and accidentally knocked his hat off of his brown curls. Neither of you cared and, instead, savored your shared late-Winter kiss. Peter’s hands trailed up your arms until they gently held your jaw, keeping your lips on his.

Peter’s eyes stayed closed and a smile plastered on his face when you pulled away. A chuckle passed over your lips when you saw how your tinted chapstick left a faint stain on Peter’s lips. Carefully, you used your thumb and wiped what residue you saw away. Peter’s eyes opened at the touch and his smile widened.

“Pomegranate?”

“You like it?”

Peter pulled you in for another kiss after saying, “I love it.”

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chaneajoyyy · 4 years ago

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Who’s writing new BP fics? It’s feeling kinda dry out here

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onechicago-upsteadrhekker · 4 years ago

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5, 12, 34! 🤗

5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

@thetwit asking the hard questions lol. I kind of want to say we’ll never be able to treasure life enough (yes, I know, the super sad one). But I also kinda want to say never far from home which is actually a Chicago Med story. I wrote it after we got the news that the actors playing Connor and Ava were leaving the show. I was definitely upset about it so I wrote a fix-it’s of sorts and that is where they are still happily living in my head.

(And I will say this, there are a few stories that I have in the works that quite possibly might take first place of fic I’m most proud of!)

12. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about.

So, I have one that I am currently writing write now that I am planning on posting here soon! It’s definitely the next thing you will see from me and I’m hoping to get it out before the show starts back up.

I started it a looooong time ago, back at the beginning of quarantine and PD left Hailey in New York. Naturally, I had to write something while we were waiting to find out what happened with that but for some reason I never finished it. BUT, I finally circled back to it and I can’t wait for you guys to read it.

I don’t want to give too much away, but it involves Jay frantically rushing to NYC, a lot of takeout and possibly a homemade fort.

34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

Okay, so this is a long excerpt, but I just love it so much. It’s cute and fluffy and I LOVED writing it. It actually might be one of my favorite fluffy scenes that I think turned out well. I generally don’t do fluff well--it tends to turn out awkward lol.

This is from a prompt I wrote for @upsteadofficial called all around the christmas tree

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“Hailey,” he started softly, still gazing into her eyes, “Why are you so worried about this?”

She worked her lower lip again. It made him want to kiss her because he found the action incredibly sexy, but he refrained himself from doing so and waited for her to speak.

“Because I didn’t get all of this,” Hailey gestured towards the trees before continuing, “I didn’t get the live Christmas tree; I didn’t even get the fake one half the time.”

She took a deep breath, tears pricking her eyes, “I didn’t get the Christmas cookies or the holiday family traditions. No sitting on Santa’s lap or hanging up stockings or watching Christmas movies as a family or reading ‘The Night Before Christmas’ aloud.”

Hailey let out a humorless laugh, “When my brothers and I wished for everything we could think of we weren’t doing it because we wanted the presents, we were doing it in hopes that our dad would spend the money on gifts and not alcohol.”

Shaking her head, she looked down briefly before looking back at Jay with an earnest look, “Christmas at my house was a tense occasion, tiptoeing around our dad hoping that we wouldn’t say or do anything to set him off. Hoping that he wouldn’t start the drinking early. That maybe we could have somewhat of a normal Christmas.”

“So that’s why this Christmas needs to be perfect,” She squeezed his hands, “We’ve gotta get this right. For us, for our family. I want to give our kids everything that I didn’t get, Jay. Do all the corny, heart-warming things that families do around the holidays.”

He stayed silent for a few moments, taking in everything that had clearly been weighing on her heart and mind.

And he got it. He didn’t have perfect Christmas’s by any stretch of the imagination, but it was nothing compared to Hailey’s.

At least he had a mother who went to extra lengths to give him and Will a good Christmas whereas Hailey’s was probably too anxious and nervous of what her husband might do if she tried.

Not for the first time did Jay feel the need to go and deck her dad, anger bubbling up in him at the thought of how she’d been treated as a child. Of the things she had missed out on and worrying about things no child should have to worry about.

But he knew getting mad wasn’t the answer, so he thought about what Hailey said. About how she wanted to give their family the things she never got, and he found himself wanting their kids to have all the things he never got either.

Their family. Their children. The thought was almost too overwhelming.

He wanted their kids to believe in the magic of Christmas. To see him and Hailey kissing lovingly under the mistletoe. To bake cookies as a family.

To go buy the perfect live Christmas tree.

He suddenly didn’t care that they had been walking through this Christmas tree farm out in the middle of nowhere in frigid mid-west temperatures.

“I know I’ve been more than a little neurotic about finding the perfect tree,” Her slightly bashful admission drew him out of his reverie but before he could assure her that he would hike all over this field to find her the perfect tree she continued talking, “But this time next year, we’ll be married.”

Hailey took a breath, glancing down at her boots before giving him a slightly shy look, “And we might even have a baby on the way.”

Her tone was so soft. So reverent. Like it was everything she’d never dared to hope out loud.

A family. A baby. By next Christmas.

Jay felt his knees go weak.

“And that’s why this Christmas needs to be perfect,” She was back to her assertive, confident self, “To iron out the kinks before any other Halsteads join us”

Jay was ready to buy the whole damn Christmas tree farm.

He couldn’t help it anymore. He bent his head, capturing Hailey’s lips in a gentle yet passionate kiss before pulling back to look into her eyes, his arms encircling her waist. Jay reached up as hand to sweep back some loose hair from her face, “Then let’s go find that perfect tree.”

#fanfic questions #you are the best friend and i am so thankful for you #thanks for the asks

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secretcswriter · 4 years ago

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Going Home for Christmas

Summary: When Killian Jones’ best friend Emma Nolan asked him to come home with her for Christmas acting as her fiancé, he never could have guessed what it would mean.

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Chapter Thirteen | Mistletoe Kisses Aren’t a Big Deal

When it’s time for the Christmas ball to end, after what had felt like hours spent swaying and laughing with the princess in his arms, Killian holds Emma’s hand and walks with her toward the steps leading up to the residences.

But there’s something new hanging from a string just above the steps: a mistletoe.

He can’t be sure, but he thinks he catches Leo smirking for just a moment before the sly look fades and instead, he shouts, “Mistletoe means you gotta kiss!”

There are giggles and gasps from the crowd that’s formed of the remaining partygoers.

Turning to them, Killian gets the distinct feeling that this was done on purpose. Clearly, someone, somewhere, whose name is Prince Leopold, wants them to share a kiss in front of this excited crowd of Misthaven citizens.

Mistletoe kisses aren’t a big deal, right? This won’t cause another rift between them… will it?

“Kiss!” They begin to cheer, a chant that swells so loudly that he’s sure the rest of the country will hear.

Laughing a little, he turns to his fiancée. She sighs a bit, pressing up onto her toes as his hand fits on the small of her back. They kiss, but it’s barely a kiss. It can’t even compete with their carriage ride peck for the cameras.

The crowd boos, picking up the chant again. “Kiss! A real one!”

Emma gives Killian a nervous little smile and he becomes determined to give the crowd what they’re looking for, so he wraps his arms around her, sweeping her completely off of her feet, while her hands press firm to his chest and their lips meet.

The crowd loves it. Cheers erupt. Whistles echo around the atrium.

His heart begins to pound in earnest as the kiss deepens. Emma’s fingers find his hair as he lowers her feet to the ground, and suddenly, all he wants is to keep kissing her.

But he pulls away, breathless, and as he stares back at Emma, he finds that she looks up at him with something gentle and realized in her eyes. It fades fast, both of them turning to the crowd to wave goodnight.

They climb the stairs in silence and walk the halls deep, deep in thought. Killian finds himself touching his lips. Kissing Emma like that really makes things complicated.

Their knuckles brush on accident as their hands sway at their sides and he looks at her.

She blushes, shaking her head. “Sorry.”

“Emma, we just kissed.”

She slows to a stop and faces him. “I know.”

“It’s going to happen a lot more,” he tells her quietly, “at least, it will if we get married.”

She nods. Silently, she moves closer to him, a little wry look in her eyes. “Kissing you isn’t all bad.”

His heart begins to pound faster and he can’t help but smirk. “No?”

Emma shakes her head. Her fingers are on his chest, sliding toward his neck, and he feels himself captured in her orbit, desperate for whatever she has to say. God help him, he’d like to kiss her again.

“I like kissing you.” Killian admits in a whisper. I like you.

She smiles, timid, and laughs under her breath, pushing up on her toes so she can pull his forehead to hers. He settles his hands over her hips and smiles to himself.

Maybe this means something. Maybe this is falling in love.

Right then and there, Emma brushes her lips against his, and he swears his entire world flips on its head. This is the first time they’ve kissed without an audience and it is heavenly.

Sighing with pure contentment, he reaches for her face, cupping it in his palm, and she presses him back against a nearby wall.

“Emma?” a familiar voice prompts Emma away from him, her fingers on her lips as she steps back.

She seems as disoriented as he feels, trying to straighten himself out while Elsa approaches them in the hall.

“Hey, Elsa,” Emma smiles politely. “Killian and I were headed back for the night. What’s up?”

Elsa looks between them, as if she can sense something off, but keeps it to herself. “I… wanted to let you know that I’m going home tomorrow morning. I wondered if we could maybe chat for a bit before I go.”

Emma’s eyes widen. “Of course. Let’s go to the roof. It’s quieter there.” She turns to Killian and smiles nervously, with a sense of wordlessness that can only come from what just happened. “We’ll talk later, okay?”

He nods, smiling. She wants to talk about it: their kisses. It’s a good sign, right?

“Night, Elsa.” Killian waves to Emma’s friend.

Elsa gives him a polite grin. “Good night, Killian. Thank you for lending me Emma. I hope we’ll get to meet again soon.”

“I have a feeling we will.”

+ + +

Emma sits with Elsa on the rooftop couch, cocoas in hand, while they exchange stories and laughs. For a long time, Elsa was one of the only people who understood Emma. They are both the eldest siblings, both royals in their own rights.

There’s something special about spending time in the company of someone so like minded, someone she trusts deeply, someone that isn’t aware of her secrets, but would undoubtedly keep them if she shared.

“So… you and Killian. I want some details.” Elsa says, reaching for Emma’s arm. Her eagerness to learn more is contagious, her eyes bright with wonder and curiosity. “How are things going? Has he always known about Misthaven and all of this? I got the distinct feeling that he was a little shell shocked on that first day.”

Hesitating, Emma feels guilt tickling her belly. Right about now, all she wants is someone who can coach her through what the hell is going on with Killian. They just kissed for real, and she’s feeling things for him that she isn’t sure she should.

If anyone would be good to talk to about this, it would be Elsa. The woman had been with her through every relationship, ready to be an ear to talk off, to laugh with her in the good moments, and to cry with her in the bad ones.

Emma closes her eyes briefly as she sighs. “Els, I need to tell you something.”

Elsa frowns, worry in her expression. “Oh, no. What is it? Are you two okay?”

“Elsa, we aren’t actually together.”

Her friend’s eyes widen in shock. “You’re not?”

Emma shakes her head. “We’re best friends, and we’ve known each other for five years, but we’re not together and we never dated.”

With the truth finally out in the open with someone she trusts deeply, Emma allows herself to breathe a little, the emotions she’s been bottling up finally able to spew to the surface.

“I feel absolutely awful, Els.” Emma admits, shaking her head slowly. “It feels like my whole life is completely turning into a lie. And to make matters worse, I think I’m actually falling in love with Killian.”

Elsa’s eyes grow wider. “Oh.”

Her friend puts her cup down on the table in front of them and grabs Emma’s to do the same. Then, she wraps her arms around Emma, giving her a warm hug.

“Regina told me she’s going to take the throne if I finally officially abdicate,” Emma adds, “so I have to stay. I have to. And Killian wants to marry me just so the people don’t turn on me when I take the crown.”

Elsa squeezes her tighter. “Ohh… Emma…”

Pulling away, she has a deeply worried knit in her brow. She holds Emma’s shoulders beneath her hands.

“There’s more. I can tell. What is it?”

“Graham came to visit,” Emma sighs, her eyes watery, “I told him the truth, that Killian and I aren’t together. That we’re kind of engaged, but not really?”

“Tell me you didn’t…”

Feeling somehow worse than before, Emma nods. “We were drinking and we kissed. And Killian saw.” She groans, burying her face in her hands. “I don’t know why I did. I just… felt comfortable for the first time in a while. It almost felt like I was the old me again.”

Elsa sighs. “Kissing Graham has never been good for you. Even when he was the healthiest relationship you could be in.”

“I know…” Emma mutters into her hands. She pulls them away from her face, shoulders falling. “But that isn’t even the worst part. Tonight, I kissed Killian for the first time ever, it was just the two of us alone, and… I’m kind of freaking out.”

Eyes wide, Elsa considers everything for a moment, then takes a deep, steadying breath. “You need to tell Killian how you feel.”

“That’s the thing, though, Elsa. I don’t think he feels the same for me.” Emma shakes her head. “He’s only ever looked at me like a friend. He came here because I begged him. I knew he wouldn’t say no.”

Elsa gives her a weary look. “Emma. The man wants to marry you in order to help you save face. I would think that would be an eyesore of a clue that he loves you.”

Emma groans again. “If you knew him, you’d know that’s just who he is, though. I mean… we’ve been best friends for five years. We know each other so well. I feel like I’d know if he was in love with me. I’ve seen him in love before.”

Her friend hums thoughtfully. “Maybe it hasn’t been love before. Maybe it’s just been... infatuation or lust.”

“Maybe.” Emma sighs. She fidgets with the engagement ring on her finger in silence. The more she thinks about Killian’s relationships, the greater the doubt sitting heavy in her chest feels.

“Emma, do you want Killian to be in love with you?”

Emma blinks at Elsa. Her mouth falls open. “I… haven’t… I mean, I just…” She stops herself. “I don’t even know if I want to be in love with him.”

Elsa gives her a dry look. “Emma.”

“What?”

“Why not?”

Emma balks, shaking her head and lifting her shoulders. “I don’t know!”

Elsa straightens out her posture and takes Emma’s hand, forcing Emma to look at her. “Emma, five years is a long time. If he was going to leave, he’d have gone by now. Are you afraid because you don’t want to hurt him because he’s too special to you?”

A lump forms in Emma’s throat. She feels a hot tear fall down her cheek. She nods. “You know my secrets, Elsa. I’m not good enough for him. I don’t want him to learn that the hard way.”

Her friend’s shoulders fall wearily. “You seem pretty perfect for him from what I’ve seen.”

Emma shakes her head in complete disbelief. “You don’t know us.”

Elsa hums. “Fine. I don’t. But I saw you tonight. Dancing. Laughing together. Kissing beneath the mistletoe.” She gives Emma a small smile. “If you love him the way you showed us tonight, you don’t have anything to be afraid of.”

+ + +

When Emma returns to her bedroom, it is well past any normal bedtime hour. She finds the apartment dark, with the exception of a small lamp in her living room left on so she can see where she’s going.

In her bed, Killian’s sound asleep, his back to her. He’s snoring just a little.

It’s good, she thinks, that he’s asleep, because she isn’t really ready to talk about what had happened between them, as much as she’d thought she was in the moment. Kissing has never felt so right, but at the same time, so incredibly scary.

It’s real now. Before, she could pretend it was just best friends making incredibly dumb decisions just to save face, but now… they’ve kissed.

Emma gets ready for bed in her closet and steps into the bathroom, where she discovers a note waiting for her written on a sticky note taped on the mirror.

Council meeting tomorrow AM. Meet for breakfast at 8. -Mom xoxo

Sighing, Emma grabs her toothbrush to brush her teeth. Council. Tomorrow. Christmas Eve with the council is the last place she wants to be.

Once she finishes in the bathroom, she turns the lamp off in the living room and crawls into bed, careful to not wake her companion. He stirs slightly when she pulls on the sheets, but doesn’t wake up.

Lying on her side away from him, Emma closes her eyes. She thinks about what Elsa had said, that it makes sense that Killian would likely feel the same way she does deep down.

Is she ready to love him? Does she already? Is it too late?

She feels Killian turn over in his sleep. His arm seems drawn to her middle, sparking butterflies within her at the warm and intimate embrace.

He sighs deeply and he slurs tiredly, “You’re back.”

Emma smiles a little. “Yeah.”

Killian hums. He snuggles closer to her, sleep claiming him again before he can say anything else. She squeezes her eyes closed tighter.

She feels as if she’s hanging on by a thread by wishing it, but a mantra plays over in her mind: don’t fall in love. Just don’t fall in love.

Emma’s eyes open again. She presses herself onto her back so she can turn and look at Killian in the dark. Her fingers find his fringe, gently brushing it back, and she sighs.

It’s too late, isn’t it? She does love him, in the warmest, sweetest way.

#cs ff #cs au #cs fic #captain swan #my writing #ghfc #mc

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yourfavmagicpiano · 4 years ago

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“Christmas Blues”

((Enjoy this little Christmas oneshot for the Autobot Knockout AU! Happy Holidays!

Bulkhead, Bumblebee, and Arcee pulled into the base, the human children parting from their guardians in excitement.

“Hell yeah! Two weeks of no school!” Miko cheered, running back to Bulkhead to grab the decorations she had brought.

Arcee grumbled and walked away, leaving the others to their “holiday cheer”.

Knockout walked in the room just as she was about to leave. The ex Decepticon watched in confusion.

“What’s with all of the colorful lights and shiny items? Is there something going on?”

“We’re getting ready for Christmas, Knockout.” Raf smiled at the shiny red bot.

“Christmas?”

“It’s a human holiday. A rather annoying one, to be honest.” Arcee sighed, walking up to Knockout’s side.

“Aw come on, Arcee! Don’t be such a grinch.” Jack teased.

“A what? What’s a grinch?”

•It’s a scary green guy that hates Christmas!• Bumblebee chirped excitedly. •I’ll explain everything if you help us out!•

“Well...alright, I guess it couldn’t hurt.” He approached the group and picked up a strand of garland. “What do I do with this?”

“Hmph. I’m going on a drive. Have fun.” The blue femme transformed and drove out of the base.

“Jeez, what’s HER problem?” Miko huffed.

“Hey now, be nice. Arcee’s just a little upset because...” Bulkhead’s voice became more hushed. “It’s her first Christmas without Cliffjumper. Just give her a little space.”

“You guys celebrate Christmas?” Raf tilted his head in confusion.

“Not at first, but after being on Earth for 3 years, we kinda got into it.” Bulk gently patted the small boy’s head.

“Do you think she’s alright?” Knockout stared at the exit to the base. He understood how Arcee must’ve felt. The death of her partner still haunted her, as he was haunted by Breakdown’s death. “Maybe someone should go check on her?”

•She just needs a little space. Now come on, these decorations aren’t going to hang themselves!•

Over the next few hours, Bulkhead, Bee, and the kids did their best to explain Christmas to the new autobot, but Knockout could barely pay attention. His thoughts kept drifting back to Arcee and how lonely she must feel.

What was more concerning was that she hadn’t returned yet. Where was she? Paranoia continued to build until he couldn’t stand it anymore, excusing himself to go find her.

The moment he stepped out of the base, he heard a faint sobbing from above. Knockout almost smacked himself, of course she would be at Cliffjumper’s grave. He walked back into the base and made his way up to the top.

Arcee was sitting by her fallen comrade, hugging her knees and bawling her eyes out.

“Arcee?” He spoke softly, crouching by her side.

“Leave me alone...” She sobbed, her voice hoarse from crying.

“And leave you out here while it gets dark? I’m afraid I can’t do that.” He sat beside her, rubbing her back. “I feel like I say this a lot, but I’ll say it once more: I’m sorry for your loss...”

The femme tensed you at his touch, before relaxing and starting to lean into him. Knockout wrapped his arms around her for a hug. She hesitated for a moment before reciprocating, holding him close.

“Shhh...it’s alright. Just let it all out.” He continued to rub her back as she sobbed into his chest.

“Thank you, Knockout...” She sniffled, surprising him with a kiss on the cheek.

Knockout felt his face flush, but he only hugged her a little tighter. Now wasn’t the time to let his silly crush get the better on him.

“You’re welcome.” He spoke as calmly as he could. “Let me know when you’re ready to go back in.”

“A-Alright.” She stuttered, snuggling more into the ex con. “I’m gonna guess Bulk or Bee told you why I’m, pardon the pun, feeling blue?”

“Yes, they did.”

“They really need to mind their own business.” She laughed, wiping her eyes.

“Perhaps so, but they’re worried about you. I...I’m worried about you.” He blushed, not able to meet her optics.

“You’re so sweet. How did such a nice mech like you end up with the cons?”

“Well...I didn’t really have a choice. Think like a “join us or die” situation.” He shut his eyes, remembering how he had been threatened into joining the cause.

“I...I’m so sorry...” Arcee started. “I didn’t-“

“Nothing to apologize for. I made my decision then, but I’ve made my decision now to be better.” He cupped her chin, giving her a warm smile. “I do wish Breakdown could be here with me though...”

Arcee hugged him.

“We would have welcomed him the same way we welcomed you.”

Knockout felt tears prick at his optics at her words.

“Thank you.” He softly kissed her forehead. “Ready to go back inside?”

“Yeah...thanks, Knockout.”

“Anytime, my dear.” He offered her his hand to help her up. She took it with a smile, walking back into the base by his side.

The inside of the base had been turned into a winter wonderland. Miko was standing back, admiring the work she and the boys had done,

“It’s perfect! Absolutely PERFECT!” She squealed.

“Wow...okay, even I gotta admit, it’s kinda pretty.” Arcee smiled. “Nice job, guys.”

“Thanks, Arcee!” Raf smiles at her, before his gaze was drawn to something above her head. “Uh oh.”

“Uh oh?” Knockout looked above them, spotting a small green plant with white berries. “What in the allspark is that?”

“Oooooooh! Mistletoe! You know the rules!” Miko cheered.

“I’m afraid I don’t?”

“When two people stand under the mistletoe together, they gotta KISS!”

“W-WHAT?!” The red and blue Cybertronians exclaimed at the same time, nervously looking away from eachother.

“I...Uh...I mean...I would *like* to kiss Arcee, but only if she was alright with it! Which she’s probably not, so-“ Knockout was cut off mid sentence by Arcee grabbing his face and kissing him on the lips.

“There.” She said after breaking the kiss, blushing hard. “Are you satisfied, Miko?”

Before the girl could speak, Knockout cupped Arcee’s chin and kissed her again.

“I’m satisfied. Merry Christmas, Arcee.” Knockout smirked.

Arcee rolled her eyes and smiled back.

“Merry Christmas, elf ears.”

((Happy Holidays, everyone! ❤️💙

#tfp #maccadam #transformers fanfiction #tfp knockout #tfp arcee #tfp fanfic #merry fucking christmas #christmas fanfiction #my otp for life #autobot knockout fanfic

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merlin-wolfgang-trades-hale · 4 years ago

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McDanno Proposals #1

For @mcdannoangelwolf who asked for McDanno proposal involving Charlie somehow. I did a few McDanno proposal scenarios and they can be found in my fic here!

"Uncle Steve!" Grace ran into Steve's open arms.

Steve hugged her and even spun her around. "Hey, Grace. How was school?"

"Good. Nothing exciting to report though. What are you doing here? Where's Danno?" Grace asked as they walked over to Steve's truck.

"Your aunt's birthday is coming up, so he went with Eric to go do a bit of shopping. I told Danny I'd pick you up," Steve replied.

Grace smiled, "You didn't have to. I could have gone to the Grover's with Will."

"What? You're not beginning to get embarrassed by me too are you?" Steve asked with mock hurt. And okay, maybe actually hurt. He knew he teased Danny when he moped about Grace entering her teenage phase and didn't want to hang out with her parents much anymore. Steve could handle it because he knew Grace really, deep down, loved her parents...and that she thought Steve was cool.

She rolled her eyes. "Only when you start acting like a dad. But you know I love hanging out with you."

Steve smiled as he took off. It made him a bit worried about the subject he wanted to talk to her about though. He pushed it to the back of his mind. Right now, it was time to spend time with his girl. "Well, there's something I actually wanted to talk to you about, but I also think it's been a while since we've had one of our Steve-Gracie days."

"True. So where are we going?"

"I was thinking of getting some shaved ice?" Steve suggested.

"Always a classic."

They spend a good hour just catching up. Grace tells Steve about school, college choices, her and Will. Steve, in turn, tells her about the things he can tell her about Five-Oh. The whacky shenanigans, crazy bets, and wild stories that are on the family-friendly side.

"Are you and Danno okay?" Grace blurted out.

When they first got together, no one was really surprised. They apparently tried to keep it a secret, but that only resulted in some hilarious moments in the building. Once it was out in the open, they were no different...other than people could tell when they did it because Steve would have the biggest and stupidest smile. Or that their protectiveness was fiercer, as well as their jealousy.

Grace knew that they had a bit of a relationship problem when Joe passed and then the thing with Greer. But they worked through it and it seemed like it was back to normal.

"What? Yeah, yeah...we're fine. We've...we've worked it out. Sure some days we have moments but they pass." Steve reassured her.

She sighed in relief. Out of all of Danno's partners, Steve was the best for many reasons. He was strong and resourceful and helped keep Danno safe. Steve was also witty and sharp and kept Danno interested mentally, and loved him so damn much. Sometimes though, that love leads to them making bad decisions. In recent events, Steve leaving without keeping in touch with Danno. Grace had given Steve an earful, that's for damn sure.

"So...what is it then?" She asked as she sipped from her milkshake. Steve seemed to want to talk about something serious, so when the shaved ice was gone, they stayed and ordered something else.

Steve fidgeted for a moment, but Grace didn't hurry him. It wasn't every day that Steve acted like this...unless he was in trouble. She wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, even though her mind jumped from one crazy scenario to another. With Uncle Steve...it was all too easy.

Grace was pulled out of her thoughts when Steve pulled out a ring box and showed it to her. Her eyes widened comically as she reached for it, "No way!"

Steve blushed sheepishly and scratched the back of his head. "Uh, yes way...well, hopefully. I...I love him. I know we've talked about it not mattering, ya know. It's just a piece of paper and our love was bigger than that but...I want to. I want to legally call him my husband. I want to be given rights in case anything happens. I'll try to make sure they don't but...I don't want to be pushed aside if they do."

"Not to mention if you guys ever get arrested, you can't be made to testify against each other," Grace said teasingly.

Steve chuckled, "Yeah, there's also that."

"Oh my god! This is amazing!" Grace said happily.

"You think so? Cos...I'm kinda here asking for a blessing."

"Really?" Grace cooed, it was so cute.

"You mean the world to him, Grace. You're his baby girl and your opinion matters. Your opinion also means a lot to me too...I want to ask Charlie too but more towards when I actually ask Danny. Charlie-"

"He's not the best secret keeper, no." Grace agreed. She scooted over and hugged Steve tightly. "I love you and I love you guys together. You make him happy and you've always been part of our family. You have my blessing. But if you hurt him...just know that I have enough blackmail to get Eric to get rid of evidence for me." She said very seriously.

Steve laughed and pulled her into another hug. "Mahalo, Gracie."

"So! How are you going to do it?"

~~~

"Hey Charlie, how's it going?" Steve asks and holds his hand in a high-five.

Charlie high fives him and smiles, "Hey Uncle Steve! Where's Danno?"

"Oh, he went to go pick up Gracie from practice today. I told him we'd stay here and get some homework done, yeah?"

"Okay. It's not hard. Just gotta practice some spelling." Charlie said as he grabbed his backpack and pulled out his workbooks.

Steve helped him set up and let Charlie explain to him what his teacher said and what was needed for today. They settled in and Steve helped Charlie when needed. He knew he had some time. Grace would distract Danny for at least an hour.

"So Charlie...you know how much I love Danno, right?" Steve began.

Charlie nodded. "Danno loves you too...even if sometimes you make him lil mad."

Steve chuckled, "I know. It's part of why I love him...and you know that we're dating right. That I'm Danno's boyfriend?"

"I've seen you guys kiss, even if there's no mistletoe." Charlie snickered, as a kid talking about 'love' would do.

"That's right. Well, I can't help it. I just love Danny so much...and I was wondering...what do you feel about having another daddy?"

Charlie furrowed his brow, confused. "Like Stan?"

"Eh...sort of. Kinda...I mean me. Do...would you like if I became your other daddy?" Steve asked, not wanting to really get into the whole Stan thing.

"But you are already, right?"

"Well, I do love you like a son. And I help you with homework, and I tuck you in with Danno...I do a lot of dad things. But legally, I am not...but I want to be. I...I want to marry Danno."

"You do?" Charlie asked happily.

"I do." Steve nodded. "But I need your permission...can I be part of this family?"

Charlie chuckled as he leaned over and kissed Steve's cheek, "You already are. But if ya wanna marry Danno, you should!"

"Really? Oh thanks, Charlie...then can I ask you for a favor?"

"What?"

"Can you draw up a card for me to give to Danno, asking him?"

~~~

"I can't believe I'm indulging it," Danny muttered as he served pancakes for dinner.

"It's once in a while babe. And you promised pancakes for breakfast but we didn't have time." Steve said.

Danny rolled his eyes before cutting up Charlie's pancakes in manageable pieces. Charlie was a bouncing ball of energy, so Danny said, "Little syrup...you're so hyper today. What? Did you eat your weight in sugar?"

"No..." Charlie chuckled, looking between Steve and Grace.

"What? What's with the look?" Danny asked with suspicion.

Steve knew that if he wanted this to work the way he wanted to, it would have to happen now. "Charlie's made you a card, and he can't wait to give it to you."

"A card? What's the occasion?" Danny asked.

"You need an occasion to get a gift from your kids?" Steve teased.

"No, but...that smile was really suspicious. What are you plotting?" Danny 'demanded'.

"Go get it and put Danno out of his misery," Grace told her brother, trying and failing, to hide a smile herself.

"Kay!" Charlie wobbled off his chair before running to go get the card he made with Uncle Steve. He ran back and handed it to Danny.

Steve made sure he was sitting in the right place. So the moment that Charlie gave Danny the card, he could reach into his pocket and grab the ring box and be prepared to drop down on one knee.

Danny grabbed the card and opened it. He stared a bit at the writing, not because he couldn't read it but because he was a bit confused by 'Will you let Uncle Steve become Papa Steve?'. Danny put the card down, ready to ask Charlie what he meant when he gasped. Steve was on one knee, ring box held out to Danny, a shy smile on his face. "So? Will you marry me?"

"Yes!"

Steve placed the ring on Danny before kissing the hell out of him. The kids get up and hug them. Danny complains, but not really, about all his loved ones ganging up on him but...he's so damn happy right now he could burst.

#McDanno #McDanno Proposal #Steve McGarrett #Danny 'Danno' Williams #Grace Williams #Charlie Williams #fanfic #mcdannoangelwolf

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gingerwritess · 5 years ago

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hey so it's november 1 and I put up our Christmas tree already so I'm ready for... chRisTmAs FicS

it is most definitely no longer november 1st, but alas, i just now got around to posting it so here we are, pretending it’s the first :))

just a lil something to tide y’all over until i get back to really writing! (and answering asks oml i’ll be there soon i promise i’m not ignoring you)

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“Forgot my keys!”

You’re too cheery, brighter than the twinkling lights strung wall to wall.

“Don’t mind me,” you chirp, skipping past him, “just gotta go get ‘em from my office.”

And as expected, you turn and prance right back over to Loki’s room.

“Just say you’re going back to Loki’s,” Tony calls out after you. “You’re not fooling anyone! Own up to it!”

Loki’s door opens, a pale hand shoots out to grab your wrist, and you disappear through the doorway with a giggle.

You’re awfully forgetful today, already having had to return twice before this time to get…your wallet? Your water bottle, maybe?

Doesn’t matter. You just went back to Loki each time anyways.

Tony’s not mad about it, you’re free to roam about the tower as you please, free to see whoever you wish to see. Plus, it’s comforting to see the bitter god all happy and giggly and flustered some times; reassures the rest of them that he’s…alright.

Not that he’s seen any of that, though. He just assumes.

The door opens again and Loki’s laughing, a surprisingly warm sound rolling out into the hallway as you jingle your keys and blow him a kiss.

Tony, lounging on one of the couches in the main lounge, lowers his tablet just a tad.

Only half-disinterested, he keeps a wary eye on you as Loki leans in behind you to murmur something in your ear. You, a bit to his surprise, only laugh, turn around, and kiss Loki on the cheek.

So the god of mischief does blush.

“Get a room,” Tony drones, quickly hiding behind his tablet again. “I don’t need to see this.”

Loki narrows his eyes. “I have a room. We have a room, clearly—”

You hurriedly whisper to him something about it being an expression, and Loki’s voice stops.

“Oh, well, in that case…”

“I have to go,” you laugh, no doubt pushing away the god’s reinvigorated, shameless advances. “C’mon, you already called me back here three times, lemme go…”

Ah, Tony notes silently, biting back his grin. He called you. Busted.

Loki, from what he can hear, has now resorted to making excuses—not quite pleading, though an argument could be made for…almost sort of begging.

“It’s too cold,” he argues, grabbing you around the waist when you try again to walk away, stifling your laughter in your hand. “I can’t let you leave in this weather, I can’t.”

“Give me one of your coats, then.” You smile and cross your arms in the doorway, intent on not going back—well, pretty intent. Not completely sold, though.

Loki heaves a great sigh before sulking back into his room, grabbing his coat off a chair. “Here.” Holding it for you, he helps you slip into the thick felted fabric, then he steps back and stares.

“Well, there’s no way you’re leaving looking like this.”

“Watch me,” you grin.

You move to walk away, getting about two steps away…only to be grabbed by the hand and twirled back to the doorway.

“You forgot something.”

Tony blanches.

“Very cliché, Rudolph.”

“Stark,” Loki snaps, his hold on you still tight, “feel free to leave.”

Tony just rolls his eyes and goes back to his tablet—starting to wish Pepper were here to cuddle up with him.

There’s a few whispered words and quiet giggles from the doorway until you, wrought with laughter and clearly not having much luck actually leaving, double over with a snort.

“Mistletoe, Loki??”

A grin tugs at Tony’s face, but he doesn’t look up. Let him have his moment, he’s trying.

“You big dork,” you laugh, ignoring Loki’s stammered attempts to backtrack. “Just kiss me, okay?

“Well, it’s tradition,” he grumbles. “I’m sorry for trying to conform to your holiday standards, I thought you would want this!”

“It’s very cute and unlike you, and I absolutely do want this,” you assure him, taking his face in your hands with a grin. “But…”

Tony cranes his neck, against his better judgement still wanting to hear this interaction when you lower your voice.

First, though, you kiss him, hard and on the mouth and Loki flushes a deep red, mumbling something about Tony still watching like a perverted Midgardian—not that you seem to mind, surging forward to deepen the kiss to a damn near unholy level before pulling away with a smack.

“Norns, that was…”

“Hey,” you laugh, patting his cool cheek, “the first mistletoe kiss of the season has to be good.”

Then you turn and prance out the door, beaming, jingling your keys in your hand as you wave goodbye to him.

Loki’s a bit stunned, Tony can safely say.

He clicks off the tablet and stands to stretch with a sigh, grinning over at the god still staring in the doorway.

“You alright there, Rudolph?”

Loki swallows thickly, tongue quickly darting out to whet his lips. “Y-yes.”

Tony nods, trying but failing not to laugh at the god’s wide, shocked eyes staring after you. “It’s good to see you blush, bud. In the most un-creepy way possibly, that was really sweet to watch.”

“You disgust me, Stark.”

“There he is.” Tony grins and claps a hand on Loki’s shoulder—which he promptly smacks away, so Tony takes his hint to leave.

But Loki calls out to him before he’s reached the elevator.

“She laughed,” he blurts, and Tony turns around with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah? That’s a good thing.”

Loki grabs the small clump of mistletoe hanging from his doorway, his cheeks nearly as red as the bow tied around the leaves, and holds it up for Tony to see.

“Which part of this did I do wrong?”

Tony can’t help but laugh, quickly waving away Loki’s concern before it becomes anger at even more mockery.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong,” he snorts. “I think…well, it’s only November first.”

“Yes, and??”

“You nailed the mistletoe,” Tony reassures him. “I think she was just a little surprised at how early you played the mistletoe card, but for the record, I’m really, really impressed by your enthusiasm.”

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marmolady · 4 years ago

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Home for Christmas (Estela x MC)

Main Pairings: Estela x (f)MC

Summary: Endless Ending. It's Taylor's first Christmas off La Huerta, and the beginning of new traditions with her found family.

Word Count: 6127

Chronology: carries on from ‘Date Night’, and ‘When the Fight is Over’, precedes ‘A Proposal’.

Tagging: @saivilo, @edgydepressedchoicesthot, @sceptilemasterr, @greengroove

“We’re home!” Taylor called as she stepped through the front door, immediately hit with a wall of warmth and the smells of spiced candles and fir tree. “Happy Christmas Eve, everyone!”

Diego practically bounced to the door, and wrapped his friend in a hug. “Wait, does this mean you’re the gift? Talk about cheap.”

“Hahaha, you’re hilarious. Actually, you should be grateful to have me. I could be helping myself to seconds of Tio Nicolas’ natilla right now. Sadly, airlines don’t tend to let you bring custardy leftovers on board.”

Estela grinned, wiping her snow-covered boots on the mat. “It’d be mush by now anyway. I’m sure Tio will take much better care of it.”

A year ago, everything was so different. Christmas had been, at best, a bittersweet occasion, the shadow of all that had been left behind in a burning world. It had been Taylor’s consolation prize; she’d die in a matter of weeks, but at least she had a semblance of a proper holiday season with the ones she loved.

The share house, purchased by Estela with what had been Aleister’s inheritance passed on, had been somewhat emptier than usual; most of the Catalysts had been desperate to spend the season close to family after having thought them lost forever for so long. With all the space going spare, Aleister and Grace had taken up residence, forsaking their apartment so they could keep Diego company during what was a difficult time for him. Estela and Taylor had, of course, been in San Trobida with Nicolas, sharing a family Christmas Eve-- the first Estela had actually celebrated with her uncle since just a few short days before her mother’s murder. It had been strange to let the occasion be happy, but as the day wore on, she settled into the feeling, warmed by the clear joy in Nicolas. By the time they’d flown all the way back to the States and driven back from Northbridge airport, it was getting on for midnight… almost Christmas Day.

Grace came skipping down the hall, Aleister a little way behind her.

“Merry Christmas, you two!”

“Happy Christmas!” Taylor opened her arms wide, accepting another tight hug. “I can’t believe you guys all stayed up. We said it was gonna be late….”

“Oh, don’t be silly! We’ve missed you. So much I almost don’t feel bad about tearing you away from all that San Trobidan sunshine.”

Estela hugged Grace, who barely came up to her chin. Her sister. “Christmas is for family. Tio is Colombian, so it’s all about Christmas Eve for him… it kind of works well now that my family’s a little bigger.”

There was sadness in Grace’s eyes… deep and profound. Estela saw it there, and it made her heart hurt. She had a lot of things she’d like to say about Grace’s mother, but none that had their place here and now. How anyone could remain cold after over a year of separation-- a disappearance no less-- boggled her mind. But Grace was Estela’s family now, and that came with no expectations, no strings attached. Perhaps someday Blaire Hall would see what exactly it was that she’d been missing out on, but in the meantime, Grace would be given all the familial love she could ever need.

Taylor turned around from hugging a typically awkward Aleister to catch Diego’s eye. “Hey, if you want to check out your actual gift, try the back door.”

“Uh, Tay… what have you done?”

“Just go look! Jeez, so ungrateful….” Taylor exchanged knowing glances with the rest of her companions once Diego was safely down the hallway.

“Oh. My. God!” came a cry from the back room. “Ohmygod. I think I’m gonna cry… oh my-- Varyyn!”

Grace chuckled. “I think you guys just won Christmas!”

“I know, right?” Taylor said, grinning broadly. Having brought Varyyn to San Trobida a couple of days prior so he could fly into the States with them for Christmas was a big undertaking… but somehow they’d managed to keep the secret. “Whoever’s got Diego for Secret Santa is gonna have to bring it.”

Grace and Aleister followed after Diego, excited to reunite with a friend they’d not seen in months. For all intents and purposes, Varyyn was the thirteenth Catalyst-- and as far as anyone was concerned, as part of the family as anyone else. It would take some assistance from Iris’ wizardry with holographic disguises, but Varyyn would be kept safe, and given a holiday to remember.

Listening to the joyous chattering of her best friend as he hurriedly got the full story of Varyyn’s surprise visit right from the source, Taylor smiled to herself as she slumped against the wall, exhausted. Late nights were something she still struggled with since her recovery from Vaanu’s essence leaving her-- though the slew of parties that came with moving into a house with half the Catalyst gang had built up her resilience a little. She noticed a sprig of mistletoe hanging over the doorway to the hall, and sidled over. All those kisses she’d shared with Estela last Christmas… they’d been goodbyes. Taylor didn’t ever want to kiss Estela goodbye again; she wanted to kiss her to say ‘I love you’, or ‘I’m yours, forever’, or ‘sling me over your shoulder and carry me to bed’. Anything but ‘goodbye’.

Estela caught Taylor’s eye, and a smirk. Just a flash of a tease-- a dare. Such a freaking dork. And, of course, she had to go to her. She would always go to her.

Taylor swayed exaggeratedly, a pout on her lips, as she glanced --with all the subtlety of an army tank-- at the mistletoe above their heads. “So… are you gonna ki--?”

No further prompting was needed; Estela covered Taylor’s mouth in a searing kiss, while her hands roamed along her sides and back, holding… feeling. It was all she could do not to quirk a satisfied smile at the moan against her lips as her tongue swirled against Taylor’s. She could do this for… well, she could go without breath for fourteen minutes, but that could never be enough. How could she need air when she had this?

“I fucking love you, Taylor….” she gasped when she finally came away.

“...Buh…?” was the wordless sound that fell out of Taylor’s mouth as she wobbled on the spot. It took a moment for her to bring herself back to her senses, to return to earth from whatever heavenly realm she’d just been swept into. “I love you, Estela. I love you.”

She took Estela’s face in her hands, and kissed her hard, relishing the force, the passion with which her lover reciprocated. It was fierce and triumphant, all theirs after coming so close to it all being snatched away. My Estela. I’m yours, forever.

“Aw, what?” Diego exclaimed as he came into the hall, Varyyn’s hand clasped in his. “We’ve got a mistletoe traffic jam! Come on, Tay-- I haven’t seen him in weeks. Pretty, pretty please?”

Coming away with a little groan, Taylor looked into the disgruntled face of her best friend, at had to smile. It wasn’t possible to resent the interruption when She gave an exaggerated sigh. “Someone should’ve bought more mistletoe….”

“Hey! My expectations for kissing were so low--”

Taylor laughed, perhaps a little intoxicated by the lingering buzz of that kiss. “Oh, we’ll get out your hair. There’s some things best done with a little more privacy.” She wiggled her eyebrows at Estela, who was still looking at her as if oblivious to the presence of anyone else. All shining tenderness. It made her damn near melt on the spot. “Shall we?”

Estela nipped in for one last quick peck to her wife’s lips. “Okay… done.” She glanced to Diego and Varyyn with a slight smirk. “You two have fun. Before you have to fight off Grace and Aleister.”

Having dumped their backpacks unceremoniously to the floor, Taylor and Estela fell onto their bed in a mess of loving touches and joyous giggles.

“Happy Christmas, sexy lady,” Taylor purred.

Estela blushed, glancing away momentarily before stealing another kiss.

“Te deseo con el fuego ardiente de mil soles. Eres mia, amante. Mi todo.”

“I have no idea what you just said… so why do I have shivers going up my spine?”

With a breathy laugh, Estela snuggled into the crook of Taylor’s neck. My everything. She could never take for granted what she had, some miracle that had meant Taylor could stay, that this was not, in fact, a dream. But she woke up each morning, and there Taylor was, and it was a balm for every hurt she’d ever been dealt.

“Hey?” she murmured.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“And… before we went to sleep… I wanted you to have something. Seeing as we’re actually doing gifts this year.”

Taylor quirked an eyebrow, playing cool when all she really wanted to do was dive in her drawer and bring out her own gift. She’d been working on it a long time. “Okay-- just give me a moment. I’ve got something for you too. I’ll just change into my PJs first; gotta be comfortable.”

While Estela quickly got into her pyjamas, she glanced over at Taylor, unable to hold back a smile. God, she was beautiful. Estela reluctantly turned away to rummage for her gift.

“Happy Christmas, Taylor,” she said, leaning in to kiss her lover’s cheek as she handed over the carefully wrapped parcel.

A warm smile spread across Taylor’s face. After the heartache the previous Christmas had come with, this was so wonderfully comfortable.

“Happy Christmas, ‘Stel.”

Taylor delicately pulled off the tape, trying not to rip the paper, and revealed a fat hard-cover book. It was heavy in her hands, full to bursting, slithers of paper peeking out the edges. A photo album.

“Wow, Estela… how did you do this?” she asked as she began to turn the pages. On the first page, the group selfie Michelle had taken just before the confrontation with Rourke-- which had been recovered from IRIS’ data bank-- and what followed was a chronological record of Taylor’s two years on Earth. There she was… holding a mewing pink kitten, a Valentine’s Day present… wind-surfing with Varyyn… dressed up to the nines for what had become the traditional Catalyst New Years-Multi-Birthday extravaganza. She’d not even seen most of them before. This must have been the complete repository of every photograph her friends had ever snapped on their phones during their year on La Huerta. Beside the photographs, her friends had scrawled notes and captions.“I mean, how did you get all these? Was everyone in on this?”

“Yeah, pretty much. Of course, you ask for help with these people and they go crazy with it. So it’s a little bit bigger than I first had in mind.”

More and more pictures. More and more memories. Taking her back to herself at her most weak and vulnerable, recovering from the release of Vaanu’s essence that had almost killed her. Friends crowded around her sick bed… then the celebrations that followed.

“There’s still room in the back,” Estela said. “For whatever it is next year brings.”

“Bring on 2020,” Taylor laughed. “I don’t think there’s anything it could throw at me I can’t handle; not now.” I’ve got you, don’t I? She looked up into Estela’s smiling face and loved her, her own eyes welling. “Thank you-- so much. Looking at this… I must be the luckiest person who ever lived. Nothing’s ever gonna be the same-- thank god-- but this time in our lives has been incredible, and this is just gonna keep it all with me. I love it. I really love it.”

Estela’s cheeks flushed. She could never tire of making Taylor’s face light up like that; glowing with joy. “Good. Because I love you.”

“And I love you too-- my starlight.” Taylor edged closer until she could tug Estela into a tight snuggle, and planted a soft kiss to her lips. Bliss. Then, she reached behind her pillow and brought out a squashy-looking present. “For you, my lover.”

Estela giggled and stole another kiss before accepting the gift. “It’s okay, I won’t have a meltdown this time.” Out of the wrapper fell a soft woolen bundle of dark blues and purples, accented with stars. An infinity scarf, homemade and endearingly lumpy.

“Taylor, it’s beautiful.” Estela hugged the scarf to her chest. She could feel the love interwoven through the whole thing, and the symbolism of the stars… and their forever.

“I tried to arrange the stars roughly into our constellations. Limited success, but if you squint--”

Estela hooked the scarf around her wife’s neck and tugged her in for a kiss. “It’s perfect, you dope. I absolutely love it. And I love you-- to the furthest star in the universe and back.” She took Taylor’s hands, and saw those stars in her eyes, shining just for her. “This just… feels like a dream. Like if a year ago, we’d wished and prayed to who and whatever the hell might have been listening… this is more than I could have dared hope for.”

“A scarf?”

Estela playfully swatted Taylor about the head.

“No, I know,” Taylor laughed airily. She leaned in and kissed Estela’s nose, her cheeks, her full, tender lips. This holiday season wasn’t an effort in consolation, it was a foundation being laid for a full, human life. Moments that would become traditions. “It’s everything I never thought I could have,” she said softly. “And I am just so, so excited to have this with you, year after year.”

“Me too.”

Leaving her scarf on, Estela snuggled under the heavy blanket and nestled in against Taylor. She yawned, happy-tired. It was a wonderful feeling, running from her head to her toes. She let her hands roam; caressing Taylor’s chest, torso, then venturing beneath her pyjama pants to settle between her legs.

Taylor let out a pleasured hum, but kept herself together enough to reciprocate; she did love a challenge. Her movements were slow, purposeful; knowing exactly how to elicit the whimpers that told her she’d got Estela coming apart in the best way.

The two lovers touched, caressed, kissed, until they lay, spent, in one another’s arms. Estela surrounded Taylor like a blanket; a protective shield. She’d gotten… better. No longer did Estela hold her wife in a vice-grip through the night, fearful that she’d be somehow ripped away. But the touch, close and persistent… she couldn’t settle without it. Someday, they both hoped, the sense of security in their new lives together would be enough. In the meantime, Taylor could sleep safe and utterly loved, her Estela keeping her close.

“Mmm… you ready to call it a night?” Taylor murmured.

Estela closed her eyes and nuzzled against her wife’s neck. “Mmhmm.”

“Ha. Sweet dreams, babe. And Merry Christmas.”

“You too, querida… night-night.”

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Christmas morning was slow and easy, with all three sets of couples content to take their time in rising. Between warm beds and tender arms… and no real reason to rush, it was inevitable that the share house would remain quiet long into the morning.

When everyone did rise, the atmosphere was incredibly relaxed; the quiet enjoyment of the company of close family refreshing. It would be soon enough that the share house would be once again bursting at the seams and pulsing with the sounds of another rowdy Catalyst gathering; saving up energy for what was to come was wise… and the pace suited everyone present. Rugged up in festive pyjamas and lounging before a roaring fire, the small family passed the hours with board games-- purposely bypassing the tantrum-inducing likes of Monopoly-- and giggling through ever more extravagantly acted out rounds of charades. It was all new to Varyyn, and he soaked it all up like a sponge, throwing himself into everything to the point where he was nearly matching Aleister for dramatic flair. Estela’s ability to act out absolutely anything with a perfect deadpan had the whole group in stitches.

This, Taylor was certain, was what her holidays were going to be all about. Her and her band of misfits had everything they needed in one another.

Taylor, dressed after having enjoyed a brunch so late it might as well have been lunch-- and not an early one at that--, found Grace on the front porch, sitting with a steaming mug of cocoa and just taking in the distant sounds of children at play a few doors down. On the snow-covered front lawn, Furball was gamboling around merrily. If Varyyn was going to be joining them for Christmas, it had only been fair to make it an open invitation, and the little magic fox had been too excited to see old friends to not be brought along. Taylor was now grateful that Grace had the company, even as she took a quiet moment.

“Are you okay out here? Al said you gave your mom a call earlier. I figured that might have been… stressful.”

A warm smile jumped to Grace’s face at the arrival of her friend-- her sister. The care there had the effect of lessening those stresses, fading them into the distance, where they no longer truly mattered.

“Hey, Taylor,” she said. “Yes, I got that call out the way; I didn’t want the worry to be hanging over me all day. We kept it short. It’s gotten more difficult to find an understanding, you know?” She gave a little sigh, and shook her head. “To Mom, it looks as if I’ve given up, stopped trying. But the only thing I’ve given up is chasing the approval I’ll never earn. All I can do is hope that someday, she’ll look and see the real me; and love that person.”

Taylor put an arm around Grace. “You know, I really think that will happen. Someday. It’s got to take a bit of adjustment for her….”

“And she’s not exactly used to being the one jumping through hoops,” Grace chuckled. “Even jumping through hoops that should take minimal effort. In the meantime, I’m happy. Really, truly happy. We never had Christmases like this-- she never had the time. This is nice. It feels like a real family Christmas… spending all morning in our pyjamas, siblings squabbling over something stupid….”

Taylor laughed. It was all good-natured, if occasionally little bit heated. Estela and Aleister were well-practiced at butting heads by this point, and Taylor had strong suspicions that Estela liked getting a rise out of him just to tease. She absolutely exasperated him. And they loved each other.

“Yeah,” she said, “maybe this is what our Christmases are gonna be. Our little family, glued together from all these broken pieces and somehow fitting just right. It’s weird; just about everyone has been shaped some way by their childhood memories of these holidays… I don’t have any of that nostalgia, or old sore spots… just this, now. I guess these days are what I’m going to end up all sentimental about.”

“I know it sounds strange, but… me too, Taylor,” Grace agreed, smiling as her husband’s voice floated out from the house, seeking her out. She couldn’t say when the last time was that someone had truly wanted her company at Christmas was, but those days were a thing of the past. “And right now, I think I want to be back in there, soaking it all up. Come on.”

“Should we put a movie on while we’re waiting for everyone?”

“Tay, you know my response to that. Maybe Home Alone or something. Should go down better than Muppet Christmas Carol did the other day….”

“Good god,” Aleister scoffed, “that was a mistake. Poor Charles Dickens, rest his soul, his timeless tale could not have been more lost on--”

Estela strode into the room, as if on cue. “The fucker, Scrooge knowingly killed so many people-- including that future version of Tiny Tim, which we can safely assume because it was the bastard’s ‘change of heart’ bullcrap that saved him.”

“Well, Tim wouldn’t have lived if Kermit-- I mean, Bob Cratchit-- hadn’t embraced the changed man before him. The point is redemption. ”

“Yes, he would. Scrooge was so desperate not to die himself that he’d keep the whole damn town fed and housed. Doesn’t mean you’d invite the cockroach in and share dinner with him. Those people were idiots!”

“You might even say they were… muppets,” Diego piped up, a glint in his eye.

Aleister groaned heavily, so utterly done, while Taylor snorted with laughter.

“Home Alone it is, then,” he muttered.

The main event, the full Catalyst family gathering, would be taking place later in the evening. Even with families at home to re-connect with over Christmas, the pull to be together was present in each and every one of them. No one else-- no one at all-- could ever truly understand. The sense of belonging, of security found in those who’d weathered the same storms, created a need that was deep and profound. Stepping away would be gradual, and for this first Christmas home, that the twelve would not remain parted. Raj only had a short flight from his grandmother in New York, so he was first to arrive back home. Both the duos-- Craig-and-Zahra and Michelle-and-Quinn-- had longer flights between home and the families they’d shared most of the holiday with, but arrived in at Northbridge airport at near the same time, so Sean had pre-arranged to play taxi after a Christmas dinner with his mother and brother. Jake would be the straggler. Louisiana was rather more of a trek, and after all those years in forced isolation from his family, he would not be rushing for anyone.

The backyard had been transformed into a nighttime winter wonderland, a snowy playground adorned with lights that changed colour to the beat of Christmas songs piped out into the winter air. A snowball fight stretched across the hours, and carols were easily drowned out by the accompanying shrieks and shouts of laughter.

When Taylor crashed down into the snow beside her wife, she was soaked and shivering from taking hit after hit, and still grinning from ear to ear.

“Well, you put up a valiant fight,” Estela laughed. “Especially because Sean is, you know, pretty much a professional at throwing stuff. If you like, I’ll get back out there and avenge your honour… for a price.”

“A kiss?”

“Well, that would be hard to resist.”

Estela leaned forward, catching the warmth of Taylor’s breath on her lips as she moved in for a tender kiss. When Taylor came away with a happy sigh, they pressed their foreheads together.

They settled down, side by side, looking out over their friends as they laughed and played. The energy was different. Emotions were running high, everything felt on a new level, one that no one beyond this found family could ever understand. No one else knew just how much was being celebrated that Christmas… no one else knew all that had once been lost.

For Taylor, it was validation for the leap of faith she and Estela had taken together, the one that very nearly had cost their future together.

“Michelle was just telling me,” she said, “her mom flew out to Colorado to have Christmas with Quinn’s parents. Quinn’s parents like… together, in the same room, actually getting along. And it was three years, Meech said, since she’s seen her mom at Christmas. She just looked so happy.”

She snuggled close, tucking her arm through Estela’s, and nuzzling against her cold cheek. On a night like this, she couldn’t have any regrets. On a night like this, she could rest her so often troubled mind and know, they’d made it. She whispered kisses through Estela’s hair, against her ear, red with cold, her rosy cheek, the edge of her knowing smile.

“It’s going to be okay now, Estela. My starlight,” she said softly.

“I know. It’s like something you can physically feel. Like everyone’s just floating on a cloud. That kind of pure relief.” Estela hadn’t even felt that when the war ended, when the son-of-a-bitch Salazar took his own life and in doing so set his country free. She’d had her own wars still to fight, both against Rourke and within her very soul. When Taylor had awoken after her sacrifice to save the world, the fear in her had lingered on. Time was Estela’s healer; time allowed her to trust that life could be kind to her, that she was not inevitably hurtling towards darkness and despair and loss. Sometimes, things just got better.

She found Taylor’s fingers, surely as painfully cold in the night air as her own, and squeezed.

Diego came running up to them. “Hey! I’m just about to head to the airport with Varyyn. I should be an hour, tops.”

Taylor’s face registered surprise. How late was it? “Shit, Top Gun’s landing soon!”

“Ha, yeah… that’s my point. Doesn’t time fly when you’re having fun?”

“We could come with if you like.”

“Thanks, Tay, but I actually wanted to take the time alone with Varyyn. Make the most of what we have-- and it’s dark out, and hardly any traffic; it’ll be nice for him to get out and see the town without too much risk.”

Taylor nodded, understanding. “Okay. But you drive safe, you hear? If you end up dead in a ditch because you can’t keep from kissing him for five minutes, I swear I---”

Diego cut her off with a hug. “And you, don’t drink too much. You are the world’s biggest lightweight.”

Estela sniggered. Taylor’s ability to stand up to the effects of alcohol had been one of the hits she’d taken as a side-effect of her giving back Vaanu’s essence. “I’ll say. Now the driving’s taken care of, I’m pretty sure I’ll be needing to hold her upright within fifteen.”

“Oh, you two are hilarious. Fine. I’ll be good if you will. Now get out of here and bring our pilot home-- Craig is desperate to get Secret Santa started!”

Secret Santa was the big event. The one everyone had been waiting for. It had taken Taylor a good deal of scheming and bribing and trading, but she’d managed to secure for Estela the ideal Secret Santa recipient for the brilliant couples gift that she had in mind. For hours upon hours they’d toiled together on their secret project, with Taylor enthusiastically teaching Estela to knit for the purpose. It was only a couple of nights ago that they’d finally finished off their respective masterpieces.

Taylor was practically skipping when she presented her gift to a distinctly nervous-looking Zahra.

“Why do I have a bad feeling about this?”

“Open it, Z!” Craig exclaimed.

Estela hurried over, her own worryingly lumpy parcel in hand. “Hey, Craig! You should open yours too. It’s kind of a set.”

“Why do I have a very bad feeling about this?”

An eager crowd formed, jostling to see what it was Zahra was fussing about.

She pulled open the wrapping, determined to witness whatever disaster awaited her before Craig opened his… and found in her hands a very large bright red Christmas sweater, ‘Player One’ emblazoned in big woollen letters on the front, and ‘P1’ on the back.

“Um, Taylor… you remember when you almost killed yourself restoring the world, right?”

“Kinda sticks in the memory, so… yeah.”

“ I stayed up all night, with Estela in the worst possible mood-- have you met bad-mood-Estela?-- making sure you didn’t drop dead; three long, soul-destroying nights in a row… and this is the thanks I get?”

“Bro! I love it!” Craig hollered, holding up his ‘Player Two’ sweater. “Best freaking present ever-- when I die, Imma get buried in this thing!”

“So, uh… mixed reviews?”

“If you think I’m gonna wear this---”

“Put it on! Put it on! Put it on!”

Zahra glared at Taylor, then Estela, while Craig’s chants were taken up by the whole group. For fuck’s sake. I knew friends were a mistake. I should have stayed dead in that goddam temple.

“Put it on! Put it on!”

Jake barked a laugh, offering Taylor a gift of his own. “Nice one, Princess! You’ve set the bar high-- as if there was ever any doubt-- but I’m pretty sure you’ll like this.”

She opened her heavy present to find a gently-used old sewing machine. Her eyes lit up. It had been a passing, passing mention that with so much knitting under her belt that she’d wanted to give sewing a try as well, but apparently it hadn’t gone unheard.

“Oh my god!”

“Ma hadn’t used it for ages, and when I told her I was after something for you, she wanted you to have it. Consider it a thanks from both of us for all you did while we were dealing with the courts.”

Taylor found her eyes stinging. She didn’t need thanks, he was good as a brother to her. “Wow, Top Gun. This is…. surprisingly--”

“...surprisin’ly thoughtful?”

“That’s it. Surprisingly thoughtful,” she laughed. When she looked up and caught Jake’s eye, though, she knew he got it. There was nothing surprising about it, after all they’d been through together, she’d never expect anything less than thoughtful-- but she’d be damned if she let the old joke die.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the present-exchanging horde, Sean handed to Estela a small, soft parcel. “Happy Christmas! I hope you like it.”

“Thank you, Sean, I really appreciate it. I’d say you didn’t have to but… Secret Santa… I guess you’re probably expected to actually get your person something.” No doubt she was flushed red, awkward as ever, but accepting gifts was another thing she was slowly getting better at. She unwrapped her gift carefully, saving the paper and appreciating the care that had gone into the neat wrapping and embellishments.

Sean chuckled, not unkindly. “That is the general gist. But it’s my pleasure, really.”

Estela unfolded a lightweight muted green and grey Hartfeld University sweatshirt. She couldn’t help the smile that lit up her whole face. “I guess this means I’ve got to stick around?”

“You’d better.” Sean grinned as Estela put her arms around him, laughing. Damn, they’d come a long way. “I know you never intended coming here to be anything other than a means to get closer to your goal, but really, that’s why everyone comes here. If anyone’s a Knight, you are.”

“Thanks. Really… I love it.”

“KNIGHTS!” Craig boomed.

“Uh, yeah,” Estela said. “That.”

With gifts and hugs exchanged all over the place, everyone began to wind down. For most of the gang, the day had been an exhausting one, crammed with emotional family get-togethers and flights across the country. As mattresses and sofa pillows hit the lounge room floor, there was a shared relief, and tired Catalysts began dropping like flies.

Huddled in a couple of beanbags, Taylor nestled into Estela’s chest and the soft fabric of her new sweater, wrapping her arms around her and sighing with contentment.

“Happy Christmas, lover….”

“Mmm…,” came Estela’s sleepy reply. “Happy Christmas, mi alma…. Love you.”

“Love you too. Always.”

Within moments, Estela was slumbering peacefully, her little snores making Taylor’s heart near burst with affection.

Through half-lidded eyes, Taylor looked upon her family around her, yawning or already dead to the world after one insanely hectic holiday. It wouldn’t always be this way. It couldn’t be. Over the years, they would drift their separate ways, cherish the time spent with loved ones elsewhere as old traditions and new played out. But Taylor was certain that they’d never truly grow apart. Some things were just far stronger than the tests of time.

From across the room, Varyyn exchanged a knowing look with Taylor, smiling wistfully as he continued to gently stroke his fingers through a sleeping Diego’s hair.

“G’night,” she mouthed, then let go of an exhale of contentment.

It didn’t matter how long this lasted; what was important would remain. As long as she had Estela in her arms, and her family loving her from however far they had to be, she’d always be home for Christmas.

#catalyst family feels #estela x mc #endless summer #playchoices #estela montoya #variego

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imyourbuddie · 5 years ago

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Kiss Under The Mistletoe(3x10 Coda)

Buck has the mistletoe.

Eddie’s not sure how he feels about it.

Buck dangles the bundle above Hen’s head and leans in to brush a soft kiss on her cheek. Eddie’s insides does something funny, and he’s not sure if he should run and hide or bolt across the room and hip check Hen and take her place.

He does neither. Instead, he watches as Buck prances, prances, over to Athena and Bobby, waves the mistletoe around like some sort of trophy, and demands kisses from them both. On the cheek, of course, but the slither of something cool and unsavoury under Eddie’s skin makes him think his brain hasn’t quite gotten the memo.

Buck grins, his teeth so white they’re blinding, then twirls his way to May and Harry, earning himself two more kisses, before catching up with Chim and Maddie. Buck holds up the mistletoe, and Chim and Maddie laughs as they each plant a kiss on both of Buck’s cheeks.

A petite blonde woman taps Buck on the shoulder. Eddie doesn’t recognize her. Maybe she’s with the group home Karen invited. She smiles up at Buck, her thick curls cascading down her back as she leans up on her tippy toes, and her cherry red lips brush the corner of Buck’s mouth. Buck blinks, surprise evident in his wide eyes, but by the time he gets his wits about him, she’s long gone.

Eddie’s stomach does a flip-flop, and he doesn’t notice the death grip he’s got on his cup until the plastic snaps. Shit .

Buck shakes his head, his cheeks rosy even as his lips curl into a faint little smile. That cold thing pools in Eddie’s stomach and turns sour.

The rest of the evening sees Buck clinging to his little bundle of mistletoe like it’s his new favourite toy, and people coming up to him and showering him with kisses. Some on the cheek, some on the lips, and every kiss is like a kick to Eddie’s gut.

But he can’t just walk up to Buck and kiss him. There’s no way Eddie can plant a platonic one on Buck and walk away. Not after his feelings for his best friend have been building ever since they removed that live round from that guy’s leg together, snowballing until Eddie’s careening out of control, stuck in the middle and dragged along for the ride.

Dinner comes and goes, and of course, Buck sits with Eddie and Christ. Buck brings Chris his present, and Buck hovers wherever Eddie looks. Close enough that Eddie can see the mistletoe poking out of his pocket, wilting around the edges, but still so far out of Eddie’s reach.

Why Buck’s still hanging onto that thing even though he’s kissed literally every person at the party is beyond Eddie. Well, every person except him. And Eddie should feel relief, should be grateful that he won’t be accidentally outed by an innocent gesture like kissing under the mistletoe. But he’s so far from happy even Chris noticed.

“Daddy? What’s wrong?” he asks.

And Eddie wants to kick himself. “Nothing, mijo. Just tired.”

“Does that mean we have to go home?” Chris sounds dejected, his smile a little forced, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out Chris is looking out for him. When did Eddie become this person who needs his son to protect him? When did he become so fragile?

“No, we can stay a while longer if you’d like,” he says and ruffles Chris’ hair. Chris beams, his eyes turning into slits. His mouth move, but before he can reply, Denny comes by and drags him away, no doubt to play with the new train set Karen got him.

Eddie scrubs a hand down his face and takes a deep breath. He needs to clear his head, get himself out of this ridiculous funk before his abuela notices. Slipping away from the festivities is easy with so many people crowded in the lounge and kitchen. Cool evening air greets him as Eddie pushes through the backdoor of the fire house, and for the first time that night, he breathes easy.

It’s a beautiful night with clear skies and just nippy enough Eddie wishes he’d grabbed his jacket. He finds a spot by the engine bay door and sits, leaning his head against the side of the building. The cool air helps clear his head. One breath in, one breath out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

He’s no less agitated, but at least his hands have stopped shaking. Eddie stares up at the sky, wishing he could see past the glow of the city that seems to never sleep, wishing he could see the stars he knows are up there.

So he could make a wish. One small, selfish wish where he can call Buck his.

Eddie chuckles, the sound humourless and a little desperate. After all this time, all these signals he thinks Buck’s given him, Eddie’s still too afraid to reach out and take what he wants. Too afraid to make the same mistakes he’s made with Shannon.

Buck’s his best friend. Could he risk ruining that for something he’s not even sure is actually there?

“Yo, Diaz.”

Eddie startles, his head snapping to the sound of that familiar voice. “Buck?”

“Thought you don’t answer to Diaz.” Buck smirks as he eats the distance between them in long strides, a blanket draped over his arm.

Eddie can’t help but notice the long lines of Buck’s legs. Christ, the guy’s all legs, and Eddie never knew he was a legs man until now. “I don’t.”

“Uh huh.” Buck plunks down next to Eddie and spreads out the blanket over them. Eddie shivers, but he’s not sure if it’s from the cold. “What are you doing out here all by your lonesome?”

“Who says I’m lonely?”

“You just did.”

Eddie sucks in a sharp breath and looks away, his cheeks burning. Shit. Why does he have to be so defensive? Now he’s talked himself into a hole he’s not sure how to crawl out of. So he stops talking, and silence descends upon them like dust.

Buck shifts next to him, drawing his legs up and pulling the blanket to his chin. His bare arm brushes against Eddie’s, and the dry heat of his skin scorches hotter than any fire Eddie’s ever run into. Somewhere in the distance, a car alarm blares and a dog barks. Someone shouts in Spanish, and Eddie chuckles.

“What did he say?” Buck asks, his voice a little hoarse.

“It’s not for polite company.”

“Since when am I polite company?” Buck turns and pins Eddie with his stare.

Eddie swallows under the weight of all that blue, and his mind blanks. Spanish, English, he can’t think straight when Buck’s staring at him with so much intensity. He should say something, anything, but his tongue’s stuck to the roof of his mouth.

Buck leans closer, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, and Eddie can’t help tracking that small movement. Can’t help but wonder what that tongue tastes like, what Buck tastes like. Buck shifts closer, inch by agonizing inch until his nose is a hair’s breadth from Eddie’s, and something green creeps into the edges of Eddie’s vision.

“Mistletoe?”

Buck grins, and before Eddie realizes what’s happening, Buck’s lips press against his.

Fireworks explode behind Eddie’s eyes, and that pathetic, startled moan can’t possibly be from him. Calloused fingers stroke along Eddie’s jaw, then Buck’s warm palm cups Eddie’s cheek with incredible tenderness.

Eddie presses a hand to Buck’s chest, and the erratic beating of his heart seems to match Eddie’s. Buck opens up to Eddie, and Eddie doesn’t need a written invitation to finally, finally savour the taste he’s been yearning for so long.

The press of Buck’s tongue is electric, and the heat of his mouth and the softness of his lips are beyond anything Eddie’s ever dreamt of. Eddie pulls back, but he’s barely pulled a breath before Buck’s on him again, and this time, the kiss is anything but chaste.

The blanket slips and Buck crawls into Eddie’s lap, strong thighs on either side of him. Eddie’s arms slip around Buck’s torso, fingers curling into the fabric of Buck’s uniform, and Buck grins before licking into Eddie’s mouth.

Eddie’s drunk on the taste of Buck’s mouth, the weight of Buck’s body. Drunk on the heat of his skin and the scrape of his nails along Eddie’s scalp. Everything about this moment is incredible, and Eddie believes a little more in Christmas miracles.

Buck pulls back and leans his forehead against Eddie’s, his blue eyes lust-blown, his lips kiss-swollen and glistening. His hair is disheveled, and Eddie can’t remember when he did that. They stare at each other for a long, loaded moment, their chests heaving together and slowing down in time until they both finally stop panting.

“Fucking finally,” Buck huffs.

“Hm?”

“Been waiting for you to kiss me all night.” Eddie blinks. His face must be doing something stupid, because Buck throws his head back and laughs, the sound throaty and rich and full of mirth. “Figured at some point I just gotta take matters into my own hands.”

Eddie chuckles and shakes his head. He picks up the forgotten bundle of mistletoe and holds it over their heads. “I’m glad you did.”

Their lips meet once more, and this time, Eddie’s never letting Buck go.

#buddie #buck x eddie #christmas kisses #buck has the mistletoe #eddie gets all jealous #kissing outside the firehouse #my writing #3x10 coda #coda #911 #911 on fox

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coconutshvings · 5 years ago

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ATZ mafia scenario: Forcing them to go Christmas shopping/into the spirit {Hyung Line , headcanon}

Group || Ateez

Genre || Fluff[ish]

Warnings || None

- Gotta get the balls jingling you feel me? ~ WR:Le (I know this is gonna flop but)

Hongjoong:

You decided to get him out of his mountain of work and do something normal, festive, Christmas shopping for decor.

It wasn't that he didn't want to go shopping with you but you were threatening to ruin his chic decor with red, green, and Gold of your own for one day out of the year which to you was all the more reason to get the items you wanted because all year round he got to keep your home decorated the way you wanted, minus thanksgiving.

"I thought you liked the way we decorated the house." He sighed preparing himself as you both walked in the store

"You like it more than me, it's so dark sometimes we need to get in the Christmas Spirit." You cheerfully spoke "okay so we'll get some cocoa and santa hats then sit by the fire."

You pondered a bit "We can do that. After we find a tree, ornaments, tree lights, and candy canes." Hongjoong's eyes grew momentarily, he knew you guys weren't leaving without all that you came for.

Seonghwa:

He's proud to go with you to do this because it meant more to him than you knew.

It was something he'd seen many couples passing on comercials while watching television do he'd see this moments and almost immediately want them for himself and you

so as of now he was getting it which only made a bigger space for you in his heart which he didn't think was possible, no one did. He took the lead on all of it really and you studied puzzled by his enthusiasm,

what boyfriend enjoys this especially at risk like this I mean , who knows who could be watching but times like this made you wonder if danger was really lurking in every corner because Seonghwa was in every brightly lit one right now.

"A mechanical Santa or Blow up Snow Man?" He asked as he walked down the aisle for lawn Christmas decor with your hand in his. "Won't that be eye catching?" You asked "That's the point." He grinned towards you.

You had to ask "Y'know I didn't expect you to be completely against this but this level of excitement wasn't expected either. What's got you in the spirits?"

He shrugged before looking at you once more "I've always wanted this for us." He responded sending a wink your way.

Yunho:

"This is insane."

"Insanely needed."

"Is not."

"Yunho half the year you walk around in Whatever you feel won't draw attention to you or who you are, now it's time to pull out the Christmas sweaters." You argued back playfully as you linked your arm with your tall statured lover's.

"Can't we get a mistletoe and call it Christmas that's a present and a half for me." You looked to him seeing his eyebrows wiggling "Creep" you sighed looking back to the shelves for a gingerbread house making kit

"It must be a hassle putting all this stuff up." Yunho mumbled "It's the busiest time of year." He hummed in response "Trees hanging from the ceiling, interesting."

You gasped "Which should we get a white or regular green tree?" Yunho was looking at snow globes happy to see them for some reason

"Get whatever one your Christmas cheer filled heart desires, let's just get a Couple of these too." He turned to you shaking a snow globe happily.

Got him.

Yeosang:

He put down his contract that he was studying "Absolutely not." Was all he would say before resuming his task

"Expected from a Scrooge." You scoffed "I'm going by myself." You conculded as you were only trying to go Christmas shopping with your boyfriend

"Christmas decorations draws attention, You aren't going alone, you aren't going at all." He didn't spare you a glance

you gave him a bewildered look that he could feel without looking up, in the beginning of your relationship you took his bullcrap but he should know by now that it wouldn't go so well anymore he dared to look up at you who was surely ready to hit him with the solid statue object that sat on his desk.

He internally panicked "I'll go with you but we aren't getting anything for outside of the house." "We're getting whatever I have a hunch for at this point." You sassed

he quickly ran his hand through his hair hastily choosing his words carefully in his head before looking to you and responding, "I'm so sorry. I'm paranoid, it's a side affect of this job but I shouldn't steal your joy because of it."

Those words put you at ease "We'll only get decorations for inside the house, a tree will lighten the paranoia I'm telling you." You joked making him chuckle

"I get to pick the angel or star we put atop it then." He announced With you agreeing silently before speaking once more "Let's get our coats and head out then."

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honeysuckle-writings · 4 years ago

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DANGANRONPA AUTUMN WEEK 2020

DAY 2 : HOLIDAY AND TOGETHER

AU: Post Game Simulation V3

lmao i rushed this because i wanted to add so much so its messy and im sorry

It had been a couple of months since a small group of school kids with extraordinary talents had been forced to endure a traumatic life changing event. Slaughtering each other left and right and having to kick start survival senses just to make it through. Even if it was all virtual, the pain of dying and the pain of betrayal was all real for each of them. Although through the misery of a killing game, these kids found a bond between them all, having learned all of the best and worst parts of each other.

After they woke up, they had made an oath to always keep in touch and check in on each other no matter where their future paths may take them. So far, that vow had stood strong. As the seasons changed and the healing continued, they made time for each other.

The air outside grew colder and colder until dew from the day began to frost as the sun disappeared in the horizon. Kaede Akamatsu and Shuichi Saihara walked down a long asphalt paved driveway towards a large white home that reminded the both of them of a mansion from movies. Complete with carved pillars and a green garden outside with flowers that popped against the white and cream of the structure. The grass around the property looked like it was just as green as golf fields.

Kaede held a tub of cookies in her mittened hands while Shuichi carefully walked a pitcher of apple cider he had homemade with Kaede not too long before their departure.

“I knew Kirumi was well off with her talent but jeez!” Kaede’s bright voice cut through the cold.

“I’m not r-really surprised.” Shuichi responded, shivering and stuttering.

Kirumi Tojo had decided that they should meet up for the holidays and have themselves a “Friendsgiving.” She informed everyone that she would be making the main dishes but if anyone had anything else they specifically wanted, she would welcome the aid.

“I’m so excited to see everyone! They’re all getting a big hug whether they like it or not!” Kaede always spoke with such determination and confidence and luckily that same attitude had slowly begun to rub off on Shuichi.

“I’m s-sure they’d l-love that.” Shuichi turned to look at her and smile before glancing back towards the front door.

As they had gotten closer, they noticed a fall wreath hanging on the front door. Yellows, browns, and oranges littered the leaves and flowers that circled it. As they stepped on to the small stairs that lead to the porch, they saw a couple of the flower picks had fallen off; hot glue bubbles still on the ends. Shuichi determined that this must be a homemade wreath.

Kirumi would not have let her creations fall apart like that. So they wondered just who would have taken part in the decorations.

Kaede reached out her hand and softly knocked on the wooden door. It only took a moment before an excited Angie swung the door open.

“Ah! Atua told me that it was you two!” She tilted her head from side to side.

“Don’t listen to her. She looked outside the window and noticed Kaede walking up!” Tenko shouted behind her. In her hands was a banner with many fall colors.

“Nyehh…” A small voice beside Tenko mumbled. “Tenko, I can’t put that above the window. I’m too short. I have to save my magic for dinner.”

“Don’t worry Himiko! I will get it and all you have to do is hold the end and look pretty!” Tenko grabbed Himiko’s hand and pulled her off towards a grand window facing the front of the house.

Angie bounced on the soles of her feet before moving out of the way to let Shuichi and Kaede through. “Now we are just waiting on Gonta! I hope he did not get lost! Atua would be very upset if he did not make it in time for the turkey!”

“Oh I’m sure he will get here! We just have to be patient.” Kaede nodded and then walked further into the house to find the dining room. Shuichi shut the front door behind him and trailed after her.

As they passed through the living room, more and more familiar faces appeared. On the large sectional sat Tsumugi, Hoshi, and Korekiyo. The three of them were facing towards the TV that was mounted on top of the fireplace in the middle of the wall. Korekiyo, sat criss cross on an arm rest of the sofa, kept his attention on a small book that he had brought with him. Tsumugi and Hoshi sat on the cushions, their attention on the TV that had the Netflix menu on it.

“Tsumugi. It’s Thanksgiving. Can we not use my account to watch your trashy cartoons please?” Hoshi’s calm deep voice questioned her. He leaned back and adjusted the candy cigarette in his mouth, something he always kept to curb his previous addiction.

“Not all of it is trashy! I can find some very sweet slice of life animes! Like Ouran! Or Fruits Basket!”

“I don’t care what’s in the basket. I just don’t want it in my watch history.” Hoshi pulled his beanie over his eyes and sighed.

Shuichi had to bite his lip so that he didn’t outwardly laugh at the quick witted response. Kaede didn’t want to get involved in that argument and moved forward into the hallway.

“You little fucker!” A shrill voice stopped them in their tracks.

“Get your short ass back here!”

A small figure zoomed out of a room and into the hallway. Of course Kokichi had gotten himself into trouble already.

“It’s your fault your hair is so long! Maybe you should cut it or something? I hear being bald is totally in right now!” Kokichi giggled and raised a finger to his lips, a signature move as he teased.

Iruma followed into the hallway, holding strands of her hair. “You better open your tiny little mouth and get to eating this shit out. I am not about to let it dry and ruin my beautiful blonde hair!”

“Don’t you know how to use a hairbrush? Or do you not know hygiene either?”

“That’s it. Say you’re fucking prayers!” Iruma lunged forward but a hand covered with rings wrapped around her forearm.

“Iruma. It’s just jello. It won’t ruin anything.” Rantaro came into view. He let go of her and folded his arms across his chest. “And Kokichi. This is a special time. Don’t waste food by throwing it at people. We’re literally trying to celebrate being thankful.”

Kokichi sighed loudly and slumped his shoulders. “Fine.” He drug the word out in annoyance. “I’ll just go steal the remote from the weeb or something then.” He turned on his heel and pushed past Shuichi and Kaede down into the living room.

“Hey guys. Sorry about that.” Rantaro’s previous firm attitude fell and the normal carefree one appeared. “Guess I gotta keep a better eye on him while we are here.” He put a hand behind his neck and looked down at their hands. “Oh yeah Kirumi is in the dining room now looking to place the food. So go right ahead.” He moved out of the way and followed Kokichi’s path.

Iruma had been messing with the strands of hair, trying to pick the food out. “He’s lucky that Rantaro was here to protect him. Again. One day I’m gunna beat the shit out of that little twink.”

“Ah I think he’s just, just trying to g-get a rise out of you.” Shuichi offered.

“I don’t want that kind of rise for me!” Iruma smarted off, making Shuichi shut his mouth quickly.

“Okay!” Kaede interrupted. “We’re going to go set these down then!” She wanted to cut it off before it got anymore vulgar. Shuichi nodded and the two of them started towards the kitchen.

“I’d close my eyes before walking through there.” Iruma warned.

“Why? Is the food cooking in there just that appetizing? Will we want to eat it the minute we see it?” Kaede’s eyes widened with joy.

Iruma blushed brightly. “Uh. No!” She struggled to find words. “Worse! Actually just go see for yourself. Embarrass him more while you’re at it!” She let out a boisterous laugh before turning her heel to another room down the hallway that had to be a bathroom.

Shuichi and Kaede exchanged looks before walking into the kitchen, slightly afraid of what they might find. What they didn’t expect was the see Kaito and Maki in the middle of the room. Kaito leaning on a cabinet with something in his hand in front of Maki, keeping her in place.

“How many times do I have to tell you? Wrong holiday.”

“Isn’t it close enough though?” Kaito’s voice pleaded. “Come on. It’s tradition.”

“Yes. For Christmas.” Maki sounded like she was way past done with the conversation.

“So you admit that you’ll kiss me under the mistletoe at Christmas.” Kaito smirked and looked down at her with his “famous smolder.”

“I am not admitting anything. I am stating a fact Kaito.” Maki’s face flushed and she reached up to play with the hair that had fallen in front of her shoulders.

That’s why Iruma had mentioned embarrassing someone. Kaito had mistletoe and had been trying to get Maki under it.

“Sidekick help me out.” Shuichi didn’t think Kaito had noticed him.

“I uh, uhm. Well.” Shuichi stumbled on his words.

“See? He agrees with me!” Kaito said matter of factly.

“He just stuttered like always.” Maki glared.

“Yeah and I can understand his language!” Kaito leaned back offended. “Don’t hurt his feelings like that!”

“Why don’t you get him under that first then.” Maki challenged.

“I will! Get over here sidekick!” Kaito stomped his foot down and motioned for Shuichi to come forward.

Shuichi panicked slightly and shook his head. “Actually Kaito uh, actually I n-need to take this to Kirumi. You just, uhm, just keep trying.” He struggled to appease the taller male in front of him. He ducked his head nervously and turned into the grandiose dining room, Kaede giggling behind him.

The room had a yellow mood lighting with a large table in the middle. A white lace table runner down the middle with some plates already sat at the chairs. At the end of the table they found that they had finally met their goal. Kirumi and Kiibo stood down at the end. In Kiibo’s hands were two sets of plates that Kirumi would reach for as she set the table.

“Oh hello Kaede. Shuichi. It’s so wonderful to see you.” Kirumi’s pleasant tone was a nice change from the chaos they had just previously endured.

“Kirumi is letting me learn how to properly set tables!” Kiibo seemed genuinely excited to be able to help out.

“That’s wonderful Kiibo!” Kaede looked for a place to set her tin of cookies and gestured for Shuichi to do the same with the pitcher.

“We just have a couple of plates left to set and then everyone can come and eat.” Kirumi gently placed some utensils down into a designed napkin.

“I do not believe Gonta has arrived yet. I am hoping he will be here soon.” Kiibo pointed out and frowned in concern.

“Gonta will make it in time. It’s part of being a gentleman.” Kirumi pointed out and placed her hands in front of her on her skirt. Kiibo took the last set of plates and placed them on the placemat along with the proper utensils.

“I think we are ready now.” Kiibo nodded.

“Alright. Well why don’t the three of you pick your seats while I go and inform the others.” Kirumi seemed to glide as she exited the dining room.

It wasn’t long before the empty spaces were filled with bodies chattering with each other. Kirumi was back and forth putting the main courses on the table. Angie sprung into the dining room with a large figure behind her.

“Look everyone! Gonta made it! Atua helped guide him to us! How divine!” She collapsed her hands together before sitting down next to Himiko. Everyone lifted their heads and greeted him with delight.

“Gonta very sorry everyone! Gonta not sure what to bring as gift but finally found amazing thing!” Gonta held up a wrapped present and smiled wide.

“Gonta why did you bring a gift?” Kokichi questioned.

“Well Gonta just do what Miss Kirumi tell him. It Friendsgiving. So Gonta bring something to give friends!”

Kokichi began to laugh loudly. “Gonta you are so gullible! It’s a play on Thanksgiving! It doesn't mean giving to friends!”

“Oh!” Gonta’s face fell. “Gonta so sorry everyone! Just wanted to do the gentlemanly thing.”

“You did.” Kirumi walked back in for the final time and took the gift from Gonta. “I will go ahead and open it. Alright?” She peeled the wrapping paper away to reveal a diorama of different beetle types. Something used for educational purposes in the classroom. “This is wonderful, Gonta. I am sure we will learn a lot from this. Go ahead and have a seat.”

Gonta nodded before sitting down next to Kokichi and unfolding a napkin to put in his lap.

With such varying personalities, the chances of them all being friends under normal circumstances was low. However, they were all grateful for the friendships they had gained and found within each other. Kirumi cut into the turkey and served a piece to each person. Everyone was just happy to forget about their lives for a while. Despite everything that happened, this holiday was panning out to be one of the best ones they’ve had.

#i dont re read anything either #you get what you get #danganronpa autumn week 2020 #dr autumn week 2020 #drv3

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winterfrostlovetriangle · 5 years ago

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Mistletoe Kiss

Requested by @devilbat - No.’s 1 and 19 of my Christmas prompts. I hope this is what you were hoping for. Enjoy!

Summary: What will one kiss under the Mistletoe cause the god of Mischief to do? Will his girlfriend see past his tricks and accept his offer? (sorry, still bad at summaries.)

Masterlist

Christmastime in New York was beautiful. Every year the city was decked out - from the gigantic tree in Rockefeller Center to lights on every shop to the large ornaments on Sixth Avenue. You stood at one of the huge glass windows in the Avengers’ Tower, watching the snow fall. It drifted lazily to the ground below. You smiled at the scene. No one was out this late at night - the world was at peace.

Stifling a yawn, you drank the last of your hot chocolate and made your way to the kitchen. You washed your cup, turned out the lights, and headed to bed. You got into the elevator and slumped against the back wall. Tilting your head against the smooth, cool metal of the car, your gaze drifted upwards, landing on a small green object. You rolled your eyes and chuckled. Mistletoe.

That little plant had been popping up everywhere the past few weeks - doorways, hallways, rooms. No one was able to resist a chance to kiss their significant other or their crush, every couple would stop. Some would give sweet pecks while others would just go for it. You blushed, remembering Tony and Pepper getting caught under a sprig. Well, you didn’t actually want to recount the story to anyone. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time and left the room as quickly as you could.

Nobody knew who kept hanging up mistletoe or where it even came from, but you had your suspicions. Only one person could be behind it - a certain god who loved to play tricks and create chaos whenever he could. Nowadays though, the tricks were harmless. He had reformed his ways and became an official, trusted member of the Avengers. You gathered from seeing him lurking about, that he was the culprit. A few times when you were by yourself and you came upon some mistletoe, the prince would appear and slowly make his way over. You knew exactly what he was trying to do, so you’d give a salacious wink and bite your lip. Just before he would reach you, you would take off in the other direction and leave him in the dust.

“Oh, Loki” you sighed getting into bed with a chuckle.

Yes, love? Thinking about me again, eh?

Why ever would I do that? You sassed. Get out of my head, it’s too late…I’ll see you in the morning.

Fine, good night, Little One.

You turned on your side and began to fiddle with your necklace. The metal was smooth against your fingers. You thought back to the Christmas you received it.

*Flashback*

You and Loki had been dating for a while but had never put a label on your relationship. You two had never kissed or used the word love but knew that you cared deeply for each other. You wanted him to make the first move, to be comfortable enough to express his feelings. On Christmas day the year before, the team gathered in the living room to open presents. You watched everyone exchanging gifts and received a few yourself. Loki rejoined you on the couch, this time with a small wrapped package.

“Happy Christmas, darling” he smiled. “I know we said no gifts, but I want you to have this.”

You opened the box and found a small necklace inside. It was a miniature of Loki’s helmet. You smiled and looked back at him. ��Thank you, it’s beautiful.”

Loki’s eyes twinkled, but he looked a little nervous. “I want everyone to see that you are mine. T-that you are my girlfriend” he faltered.

Your eyes widened. “Really? Y-you want me to be your girlfriend?”

“Only if you want to be. I know we haven’t talked about it, but I love you and I want to take our relationship to the next level,” Loki explained.

“I would love to be your girlfriend, Loki. I love you too!” You smile and blink back tears.

“You alright, Dove?” Loki asked. His thumb came up to brush away a stray tear and he cupped your cheek. You nodded. “You can now wear this helmet all the time, instead of taking mine.”

You laughed. You loved wearing his helmet. It was just so magnificent and impressive. You always put it on when you visited Loki’s room.

“Hey, you two lovebirds,” Tony called. “Come watch the fireworks.”

Loki glared at Tony for interrupting your moment. He stood up and offered you his hand. “Shall we?” You nod joining him. Loki pulled you into a hug, kissing the top of your head. You melt into his embrace loving the feeling of his arms around you.

“Ooo, Mr. Loki and Y/N are under the mistletoe. You know what that means, guys,” Peter yells from across the room.

“Yeah, Spidey’s right. You gotta kiss now,” Stark eggs.

“You can’t tell us when to kiss; honestly, you’re a bunch of children,” you huff. “Right, Loki?” You look up at him, only to find him staring at you in a way you’ve never seen before. “Love?”

Loki brings his hands to caress your cheek again. “Well, I don’t think we should disappoint them, do you?” he asks.

You shake your head. Loki smiles down at you, before leaning in to brush his lips against yours. You stare at each other again and without knowing who initiated it, your lips reconnect. The kiss tasted like heaven - with a hint of chocolate and wine he’d had for dinner. You moaned unable to hold it in as the young prince nibbled your bottom lip. You felt him smile. You two finally broke apart, resting your foreheads against each other. You registered the sounds of catcalls and whistles coming from the team. Your cheeks turned bright red and you hid your face in Loki’s chest. The god laughed at how cute you were.

“You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that,” he whispered in your ear.

“Trust me, I do.” You looked up at him again and he pecked your lips, and you both joined the party again.

*End of Flashback*

You had yet to figure out why Loki was doing it. Being a practical person you decided on the most direct approach and just to ask him. After breakfast, you went to get some training in. Steve said he was going to schedule in a time that morning to help with you with a few weak areas. Instead of finding the super-soldier, you found Loki waiting for you.

“Hey there, boyfriend,” you cooed walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his neck.

Loki chuckled and pecked your lips. “Hello, my little dove. The captain said he was busy so I volunteered to help out. Now, grab the gloves and we’ll begin.”

“Yes, sir!” you saluted him. “Loki I need to ask you something,” you started.

“No, don’t drag your feet. You need to stay on the balls of your feet, light and springy movements, darling,” the young prince corrected.

“Right, but Loki…”

“Dove, angle your left elbow more, it will help with a more effective punch.” You went to open your mouth again, but Loki cut you off.

“Clearly you want to ask a question, but talking is distracting you. If you can beat me two times, then you can ask your question, alright?” he countered. You nodded.

After another hour of sparring, and only one victory, Loki decided it was enough training for the day. On your way back to your room, you broached the mistletoe subject.

“Now may I ask my question you’ve been avoiding all morning?” Loki just smirked.

“How about after freshening up, we meet in the kitchen. I believe you promised me some cookies,” he said.

He turned to go, but you grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards you, somehow pinning him to your door.

“Alright, mister. I know you’re the one who keeps hanging up mistletoe everywhere. My question is why?” you demanded.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” You snorted. “But if I were to admit to it, it is for you to figure out.” Loki flipped you over so you were now pinned to the door. “You’re a clever girl, you’ll come up with the right answer.” He pushed himself into making you moan. He leaned his mouth closer to yours but stopped inches away. “Besides, it’s more fun watching you struggle,” he whispered in your ear abruptly turning around and heading to his own room.

Later that night, it was just the two of you watching a Christmas movie on the couch. You, however, weren’t concentrating on anything that was going on. You knew Loki was smiling at how frustrated you were.

“I have decided that this is nothing more than a cruel joke you are playing on me,” you sighed. You felt Loki stiffen behind you. His whole mood shifted. He moved you off of him and stood up.

“I am sorry you think that, Y/N. I thought you knew me better. I would never be cruel towards you,” he turned to leave.

“Wait, where are you going?” you asked.

“I will give you some time to think about the answer; let me know when you have figured it out. Good night.”

You were left alone - confused and hurt by his behavior. You went to bed, only to toss and turn all night.

Christmas had finally arrived! You jumped out of bed excited and ready for the day. Putting on cute pajamas and throwing your hair up in a messy bun, you headed to the kitchen to start breakfast. As the team filtered in, you wished each one a merry Christmas - everyone that is, but Loki. You realized he must still be upset with you, but you still didn’t know why.

“Happy Christmas, lady Y/N!” Thor boomed. He looked so happy and excited.

You smiled slightly and shook your head. “Merry Christmas, Thor,” you responded.

“Y/N, are you alright? Usually, you are joyous on this holiday, what is the matter?” the god asked.

“Nothing, I’m fine. Have you seen Loki recently? He hasn’t been seen an…and he was supposed to help with dinner.” you sniffed.

“Ehm, he’s fine. Do not worry, lady Y/N, you will see him later. May take his place and help you?” You nodded.

The two of you laughed and talked through the entire meal prep. Thor recounted more stories of his and Loki’s childhood, some funny and some serious and personal. You loved hearing about the two young god’s adventures. You smiled to yourself. Thor wasn’t the big oaf that everyone thinks he is. He is just so exuberant, he can come off a bit dense, but he truly wasn’t.

While you were waiting for the last dishes to finish cooking, you went and got ready for dinner and the festivities later. Hoping to catch Loki’s eye tonight, you dug through your wardrobe for the perfect outfit. Finally finding it, you got dressed and fixed your hair.

Dinner was superb and everyone toasted the chefs multiple times.

Still no Loki, you thought. Sighing you began to clear the table.

“Y/N, go put your feet up. We’ll clean up,” Steve offered. One step ahead of you, the captain put his hand out, “I insist, you cooked dinner. It’s the least we could do.”

You smiled at the super-soldier. “Thanks, Steve. That sounds lovely.” You made your way to the living room and went straight for the window. You watched the snow fall. Lost in thoughts of your boyfriend, you didn’t notice someone walk up behind you. You stiffened as a pair of arms circled your waist. Seeing his reflection in the glass, you smiled and relaxed into the embrace as Loki pulled you against him. You both stood silently, just enjoying the snow and each other.

Loki was first to break the silence, I am sorry, love. Sorry for getting upset and walking out on you last night.” He squeezed you affectionately. “It was wrong of me.”

“What exactly did I say that got you so upset?” you questioned. Whatever it was, I’m sorry. And I’m sorry I haven’t figured the meaning behind all the mistletoe…I feel so stupid.”

Loki turned you so you were facing him. “You’re not! I’m sorry I made you feel that way. You are amazing. I wasn’t upset for that long, Dove. Promise,” the prince smiled down at you.

“But you never came to breakfast or dinner.”

“Ah, I had to finish your gift. It took me longer than I thought.” He kissed your forehead. “I wanted it to be perfect.”

You smiled.

Loki leaned forward, his hands running up and down your sides. “Did you wear this for me, pet?” he whispered. “You certainly look ravishing.”

You nodded slowly, biting your lip. “I wanted you to notice me tonight.”

“Oh, you are hard not to notice; especially looking like this.” Loki squeezed your sides again, though this time more intimately, making you gasp in surprise. He smirked and glanced up.

You followed his gaze and saw mistletoe hanging above you. Your eyes flicked back to his, and the look you saw was loving and full of lust. You licked your lips in anticipation. Your boyfriend connected his mouth to yours in a sweet kiss. Suddenly your back was pushed against the window. Loki smashed his lips to yours, rough and needy. Closing your eyes, you moaned into the kiss and you could feel him smirk. This moment felt like heaven - the kiss and the sensation of his hands roaming your body - you never wanted it to stop. You both pulled away and rested your forehead against his. As you tried to catch your breaths, realization dawned. You let your head rest against the glass, feeling utterly stupid.

“Have you been trying to recreate our first kiss all this time?” you asked. “How did I not see it?”

Loki chuckled. “See, I told you you were clever. I will admit I was teasing you quite a bit with all the mistletoe.” He let go of your hips and grabbed your hands instead. “Ever since our first kiss, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I just didn’t know how to tell you until recently. “Y/N, you are smart, confident, funny, and amazing. You have broken down my walls, walls I never thought could fall. You have taught me to a better man. I want to show you how much you mean to me if you will let me. I love you, Y/N. Will you marry?” The god brought out a small velvet box.

You were speechless and crying. Quickly recovering your senses, you smiled and spoke before he could show you the ring. “On one condition,” you smirked. Loki quirked his eyebrow.

“Kneel.”

Loki froze for a minute, completely shocked. But obeyed. Sinking down to one knee he took a breath.

“Will you marry me, my queen?” This time he opened the box and revealed a gorgeous ring. The delicate sterling silver band held a square emerald, framed with small diamonds. You gasped and stared at it in awe.

Realizing you hadn’t given him an answer, you found your voice. “Yes, Loki! I would love nothing more than to marry you,” you exclaimed.

Loki smiled and slipped the ring on your finger. Standing up he pulled you to him, once again pressing his lips to yours. Cheers erupted from the kitchen. You forgot all about the team until now as they came out to congratulate you.

After presents and hours of celebration, you and Loki stood to leave.

“You know, I don’t think I ever opened your gift,” the young prince said stopping in the hallway to kiss you. “You didn’t?” you feigned innocency. “Must have left it in my room, but I’m not convinced you’ve earned it.”

“What? I have been very good,” Loki argued.

“So, the explosions in Tony’s lab and hair-dye in Thor’s shampoo were….”

“Harmless bits of fun,” the god finished. “No serious damage was done to the lab and Thor’s natural color came back…eventually.” His eyes twinkling with laughter.

“I don’t know,” you started.

Loki cut you off with another breathtaking kiss.

“Hmm, just how good were you this year?” you asked with a wink.

The trickster picked up you bridal-style causing you to gasp. “Let me show you just how good, pet.”

Let’s just say that Loki was very convincing that night…

#loki x reader #christmas #mcu #marvel #loki #loki x y/n #fluff #loki x reader fluff #implied smut #loki x reader implied smut

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quickspinner · 5 years ago

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MLHolidays2k19 8. Mistletoe

Lukanette.

“So, I was thinking maybe we continue the color scheme here.”

“Okay, I can see that.”

“Think fast, Luka.” Luka jerked his head up and snapped up his hand just in time to catch the object Juleka had pitched at him as she came in.

Sitting next to Marinette with her sketchbook spread across both their laps and listening to her talk about her designs was one of Luka’s favorite things. So he was a little irked that Juleka interrupted them just to mess with him. Sometimes sharing a room with his sister was a pain in the ass. He was even more annoyed when he saw what she’d thrown at him.

“Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me,” he sighed, chucking it back at her. “Get rid of it.”

“You sure you don’t have any use for it?” Juleka waved the little sprig of leaves and white berries in front of his face.

Luka scowled and shoved her hand away. “Juleka, no. Get that crap out of here, you know I hate that stuff.”

Juleka cackled in a way that suggested she had accomplished her goal, and tossed the sprig of mistletoe onto her desk. Luka rolled his eyes.

“Why?” Marinette asked, looking at him.

“Sorry?” he said, turning back to face her.

“Why don’t you like mistletoe?” she asked.

Luka shrugged. “I just think girls have enough pressure to do things they don’t want to do without giving guys an excuse to trap them and assault them or pressure them into a public kiss every holiday season.” He sighed. “But Rose thinks it’s romantic so she’s always sticking it up all over the place.” He aimed a glare at Juleka. “Tell her to keep it out of our room this year, I don’t want it in here. It’s not like you guys ever needed an excuse.”

“Too late,” Juleka said smugly, pointing above him. Luka looked up and sighed in annoyance.

“Aw, seriously, my bed?” Luka grumbled. He stood on his toes and stretched up toward the low ceiling, snagging the stupid plant and pitching it with predjudice into the bin. “It’s my business who I kiss and when,” he huffed, collapsing back onto the bed. “Tell Rose to butt out. Sorry, Marinette, what were you saying? Continuing the color scheme?” He paused, looking at the girl’s flushed cheeks. “Marinette?”

Juleka was laughing hysterically on the other side of the room. Luka rolled his eyes and threw a crumpled piece of paper at her. “Get a grip, Jules, it wasn’t that funny.”

“Nonono,” Juleka said, chortling. “It’s totally that funny.” She managed to stop laughing long enough to grin at him wickedly. “Because Rose didn’t hang that.” Breaking down in giggles again, she got up and walked past them to the door, ruffling Luka’s hair roughly as she went by. “Better luck next time, Mari. It’s a good thing you like ‘em dense.” They could hear her giggling all the way up the stairs as the two of them sat there in stunned silence.

Luka didn’t look at Marinette for a moment, afraid she might combust if he turned too soon, and needing a moment to get his thoughts in order.

“Um...I’m sorry,” Marinette said at last. “I didn’t...realize how you felt about it. I wasn’t trying to trap you, just…” She sighed. “I don’t know, create an opportunity? That doesn’t sound better, does it?”

Luka smiled at the floor. “You know you don’t need an excuse.” She squeaked, and he grinned, turning his head slightly to look at her. “If you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask. Or hint. Or just think about it too loudly. I would’ve been happy to oblige.”

Marinette gave him a look. “Well obviously I was thinking about it pretty loudly today, and you never noticed.” She gestured upwards. He wondered how he’d even gotten up there to hang it without him noticing. She was pretty sneaky.

“Sorry,” he smiled, leaning back on his hands. “Guess it was drowned out by the fifty thousand other things always going on in your head. You’ll just have to try asking out loud.”

Marinette let out something like a quiet scream and slapped her hands over her face. “I can’t do that!”

“I thought I made it clear I’m more than happy to kiss you if you ask.”

“Still!” she shrieked, dropping her hands from her very red face.

Luka leaned toward her, resting one hand on the bed behind her. “I’m telling you I won’t turn you down and you still can’t do it?” he teased.

“No!” she exclaimed.

“Well, I can.” Luka leaned in to look into her eyes, moving one hand to turn her chin toward him and angling his face slightly as his lips curved up. “Can I kiss you, Marinette?”

She made an inarticulate squeak. Luka chuckled. “Come on, Marinette, all you have say is—” She kissed him, catching him by surprise, and this time he was the one that squeaked, to his embarrassment. It was awkward for about half a second before they both softened and shifted just enough to make it perfect. Marinette sat back just a little, blushing, but also looking a little proud of herself.

“That was nice,” he said, smiling at her as if there weren’t a thousand butterflies rioting in his stomach. “Thank you, Marinette.”

“Maybe—” she cleared her throat. “Maybe we should do it again though. So no one can accuse you of following tradition. It’s only one kiss for getting caught under the mistletoe, right? So we’ll both know it wasn’t because of a trap.”

“I like the way you think,” Luka grinned, and this time they both moved together.

#mlholidays2k19 #why was this hard #could there be an easier prompt #it took me three tries even to get this #lukanette #i am lukanette trash i admit it #miraculousladybug #miraculous ladybug #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #promptfic #shortfic #quickspins

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writteninsunshine · 4 years ago

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Decking Something - Tseng/Reno - SFW

Title: Decking Something

Author: Reno

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Setting: Turk Floor, ShinRa Building

Pairing: Tseng/Reno

Characters: Tseng, Reno, Rufus Shinra, Koi Fish OC: Xiang

Genre: Romance

Rating: K

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 1187

Type Of Work: One-Shot, Day One of the Shinra Holiday 2020 Prompts

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Fluff, Romance, Tseng is Superstitious, Tseng has koi fish, Taking Liberties With Holidays, Reno is Ridiculous, No Specific Turks Mentioned But They’re In The Background, Established Relationship

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except Xiang!

Summary: Reno was always a mess during the holidays, but this was preferable to him drinking on the job.

#Shinraholiday2020

AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have Twitter and Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunnywritings, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD I can PM it to people who want it on FFN, for everyone else, it’s here: https://discord.gg/FyaWw25

Alright, guys, hello! Going to try to do this Shinra Holiday 2020 thing, and I’m hoping that things turn out. I really want to be able to get through something like this entirely, so I’m starting it a little early. I figure if I’m not trying to cram all of it into the day that it’s due, maybe I’ll get stuff done. Weird how time management sneaks into my life once more, isn’t it? At any rate, I hope you guys enjoy this!

For those wondering, Xiang is a gift from Tseng’s father for luck and prosperity! He has several koi fish but Xiang is his favorite. Just wait until I get to his birds in a different fic, that one will be fun.

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Decking Something

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“Reno,” Tseng began after a long moment of standing, staring, and incredulous coffee-sipping, “What in Leviathan’s name do you think you are doing?”

Reno had heard that ten thousand times in the course of his life, and he found himself with the simple knowledge that this wasn’t actually a question, but a long-winded ‘no.’ Still, that didn’t stop him from slowly growing a wicked grin, a certain shine to his blue eyes, and lifting a string of tinsel. The shiny silver worm of plastic struggled minutely in Reno’s grip, limply hanging between his gloved hands as he stepped a little closer.

Were Tseng a more openly emotive man, he might have taken a step back and betrayed his irritation and fear of the unknown when it came to Reno, but he was thankful that he wasn’t. Instead, he simply rose a finely manicured brow, tilted his head slightly to the left, and frowned that much harder. It didn’t deter the redhead, as expected, but it did set the rest of the bullpen ablaze with wide eyes and whispers.

“Reno.” The name was a warning, but neither Turk was really known for backing down, so Reno only encroached further on Tseng’s rapidly shrinking bubble of personal space. “Reno, I--”

It was too late. The tinsel found itself wrapped around Tseng’s neck and gently tucked into itself like a gaudy, scratchy scarf, and Reno was incredibly close to catching an open palm to the face. If it weren’t for Tseng’s unnatural amount of self-control, he probably would have had a brand new broken nose. Instead, the elder man simply leveled a half-glare, half incredulous stare at his lover that earned him a somewhat sweet smile.

“It’s almost Christmas, man,” Reno told him gently, adjusting the tinsel scarf carefully around his neck, “Gotta deck the halls and all that shit.”

Well, that explained a lot. Reno always did get weird during the holidays, and it was probably better that he was sober and decorating instead of drinking during work hours like last year.

“So you want to deck the halls of the Shinra building?” Tseng asked finally, gently reaching down to touch the tinsel he wore. It wasn’t comfortable, but something about how happy the string of shiny plastic made the redhead, convinced him it wouldn’t be so bad to wear. He hadn’t seen Reno smile like that in months, and it was a worthwhile sight.

“Yeah, I figured uh, it’d be more festive than, uh… Then my place.” Reno murmured the last bit, his blue eyes cast down as he wrung his hands in the hem of his jacket. Was Tseng going to tell him ‘no’, now? He wasn’t sure if he could handle it. The holidays always kicked his ass, left him feeling cold and unwanted, and even Tseng knew he was treading on thin ice right now.

The whispers and wide eyes around them were turning to soft ‘I told you so’s and exchanges of Gil as Tseng tugged Reno in for a gentle kiss. With his thumb and forefinger on the other’s chin, he kept him in place before finally pulling back, smiling at him in that rare way he did when he was pleased.

“I ain’t even wearing the headband.” Reno chuckled in amazement, dumbstruck as he nuzzled their noses together. Tseng’s eyebrow arched into his hairline.

“The… Headband?” That sounded like it was going to be a big problem he didn’t want to deal with.

“Yeah, man, let me grab it!” Breaking away from Tseng’s grip, Reno bound into his office and disappeared inside. When he returned to the bullpen where Tseng still stood waiting in his festive attire, he wore a red headband with a long, plastic arm set in the center. At the end of it was a piece of what was presumably fake mistletoe, and Tseng’s eyes rolled so hard his entire head almost fell off.

“That’s… Lovely, Reno.” He sighed, shaking his head definitively, “But if you wear it to anything but the Christmas party, you’re going to wish you didn’t.”

“Aw, c’mon, man, it’s not that--”

“No. If Rufus sees you in that he’s going to get an idea and then we’ll all be wearing them.” Not that that was necessarily a bad thing. But he didn’t particularly want to deal with it. If Rufus got any ideas from this particular holiday, he was hoping it would be something less needy and more festive. The man needed some actual holiday cheer if you asked him. After all, it wasn’t like his holidays growing up had ever been more than artificial love in the form of impersonal gifts. A little whimsy would probably do their boss some good, and if Reno was in the mood to deliver, well, Tseng wasn’t about to tell him ‘no’, now. It would help both of his favorite men to have this if luck served.

He’d have to go home and make sure his lucky fish was doing well. Xiang would surely see this through, the white koi with the black scale in the center of his forehead had never let Tseng down before.

If he was allowed something somewhat childish to help him cope with the job and everything else in his life, then Reno and Rufus should be allowed to decorate the office however they saw fit for the holidays.

“Reno.” Tseng was positive that the redhead had been talking when he was buried in his own head, and he didn’t have time to ask him about what he had been saying. Instead, he kissed him again, gently, before shaking his head. “I want to help you decorate. We can do our offices, too.”

Reno lit up like the faerie lights he’d spread around his own office, and his hand found Tseng’s in an instant. Taking him to his veritable treasure trove of delights, he began to dig through it.

“Do you think Rufus will let us get a tree?”

All of those fake trees at the store would work, he was sure, though he also had a feeling that Rufus would bemoan the lack of a real tree. Not that they could get their hands on one, but that was beside the point.

“He might want the biggest, most gaudy fake tree money can buy, should you bring it up to him.” Tseng left it open-ended to give Reno a chance to do it on his own. If the redhead wanted to throw the Turks and Rufus into the holiday spirit, so be it, he supposed. It wasn’t like they were incredibly busy today. “All I ask is that you don’t make a mess and that you’re still available should we need you for work.”

“Yessir!” Reno barked, clicking his heels together dramatically and saluting, “You know you can count on me.” That beautiful, rare, lips-only smile worked onto Tseng’s lips again and he pressed a kiss to Reno’s forehead.

“I know. I made you my second for a reason.” Reno’s cheeks lit up at that, giving Tseng a return rare sight that he thought about for the rest of the day.

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AN: Alright, there we go, one fic down! Just six more to go! With any luck, I’ll be able to put something out for each day, but we’ll see. I’ve never been super good at staying on top of these things, if only because I’m always crunching for time. But, this time, I’m going to be on top of it, because I started a little early. At least, I’m really hoping that I will be. I hope you guys enjoyed it!

Prompt: Shinra Holiday 2020 Day One - Deck The Halls

#Shinraholidayweek2020 #Tseng x Reno #Final Fantasy VII Fanfic #Final Fantasy VII Fanfiction

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