#rickmas tree

[foreverfightingtemptations]

My Rickmas Tree.

[starry-eyesanddaydreams]

Day 16 of @deepperplexity 's Rickmas prompts

December 16: Keep warm.

Severus Snape x Reader

A couple days late this one, but life and work happened. Back on schedule now and time for some Professor Snape love.

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December at Hogwarts was a delightfully peaceful time. School was out for the holidays, only a handful of students were staying over Christmas and they had been content to entertain themselves around the castle. Severus was using the time to catch up on some personal research projects, as well as restocking the school’s medical supplies. The common cold had been making its rounds of the school towards the end of term, depleting Poppy’s supply of pepper-up potion. He set a cauldron aside over a low flame. It would need to simmer untouched for a day before he moved onto the next step. He stretched his tight shoulders, realising he’s spent most of the day inside his lab, and headed to the kitchenette in his chambers for some tea. As he waited for the water to boil, his eyes were drawn to main room of his chambers.  The living area was decorated with holly and pine garlands, a Christmas tree stood in one corner, decorated with shining ornaments. White Christmas candles dotted the room around the garlands. It gave the room a warm and cozy feel to it. Once, he wouldn’t have bothered with trivialities like Christmas decorations. That was before you’d joined the staff of the school. Before that stubborn, beautiful energy of yours had chipped away at his emotional walls and wrapped around his heart. You’d brought softness and simple joy into his life, pulling him bit by bit out of his shell. He still had his reputation as the fierce bat of the potions class, but with you he had started to enjoy the life he lived in a way he never could before. Which included you decorating your now shared living space with holiday cheer. His eyes were drawn to the tree again. Some of the ornaments were older, reused since your childhood or collected along the years. Some were new, Severus had bought some of them, not having any childhood trinkets of his own to add but learning how to build something new with you.

He was snapped out of his musings by the stove top kettle boiling and he was finishing making his tea when the main door opened, and you hurried inside. Severus looked up and just blinked a few times at the sight of you. You were bundled up in a wool hat, scarf and gloves…and his black winter coat. The overcoat, which was already wide in the shoulders and long on him, absolutely swamped your smaller form, reaching down to the floor and the sleeves falling past your hands. You set a basket by your feet and after you tugged your hat and scarf off you noticed Severus watching you. Smiling, you headed across the room towards him. Severus couldn’t contain his rumbling chuckle and his dark eyes were sparkling with humour. “What are you laughing at?” You asked s you reached him. “Just the sight of you in my coat. Looks like it’s trying to eat you.” He answered, still smirking. He couldn’t help it, you looked adorable. You huffed, “Gotta do something to keep warm out there, it’s bloody freezing now. It was this or there’d be a human shaped ice sculpture on the road to Hogsmeade.” Severus pulled you in towards him, deftly undoing the buttons on the coat and slipping his arms under it and around your waist. “We can’t have you freezing, can we.” He said, “Now, what can be done to keep you warm now you’re home?” You grinned up at him and snuggled in closer to his chest, “I can think of a few ways.” You leaned up, brushing his warm lips with your cool ones. Severus’s life had changed so much since you’d entered it. And he was grateful for every moment.

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Reader is trying not to freeze in this and I'm writing it on a 37-degree day (98 Fahrenheit) Ahh the southern hemisphere.

[deepperplexity]

🎄 RICKMAS - a challenge for all creators who love Alan Rickman and any of his characters! 🎄

Now, you all know the drill! I will give one prompt for each day up until the 24th of December. Do with it what you wish — make it the theme of the fic/drawing/song/edit/etc., make it a feature or simply mention it in a corner. It’s all good no matter how you choose to create with these prompts!

All creative things are welcome, everyone is welcome to join in the fun and if you do one, eleven, or all prompts is completely up to you! I’m hosting this lovely event to create more content, and to allow fans to connect and share some love, joy, warmth - all of it really. Let’s build our fandom universe and community further this December! 😍👏

This year’s tag is rickmas2023 — make sure to tag your work with it so we can all find your posts darlings and I’m hoping that even more creators and consumers join in the fun this year!

Let’s yet again spread some love among us for our dear Alan Rickman and the amazing characters he’s portrayed. On to the challenge list! 😍

*drum roll*

💚 RICKMAS 2023 💚

Chimney Soot

Restless Waiting

Snowballing

Sharing

Grave Of Snow

Out Of Care

Stormy Reunion

Rosemary For Holly

Missing Star

Snow Prints

Imperfect Holiday

Giver Of Gifts

Shimmering Icicles

A Light In The Night

Cards And Coals

Keep Warm

Bells Of Christmas

Blankets And Snuggles

Hope

Returning Home

Star Of Wishes

Lights And Strings

Under The Tree

Christmas Party

Good luck everyone and I hope December will be good for you!

💚 Lots of love, and jolly holiday wishes, Plex 💚 DON’T FORGET TO TAG WITH rickmas2023! And reblog so more find their way to this event!

Creator taglist: @mamawolfsmith87 @snowblossomreads @eternal-silvertongued-prince @smilingformoney @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky

(Posted: 2023-11-14)

[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmas day 20: returning home

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @cassieuncaged, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @deepperplexity

continuation of day 1 from rickmas2022

warnings: swearing, mention of smut

I sat in front of the fire, blanket pooled over my legs. Simon was in the kitchen making something for me to eat. I had hardly moved since Christmas and Simon was starting to get worried. Even if he wouldn’t say it out loud.

“eat.” He put the bowl of soup down in front of me and I turned to look at him. He raised an eyebrow at me before rolling his eyes and walking away. “Starve. See if I give a damn.” I heard him mutter. My gaze travelled to the space where the Christmas tree had sat. Simon had cleaned it up the next day but there were still a few strands of garland and tinsel lying about.

“What did you do with the presents?” I asked softly. Simon turned back towards me. He blinked a few times, as if I surprised him by speaking. “The ones I had for hans? What did you do with them?” I turned to look at him. Simon paused and looked from me to the empty spot where the tree had been.

“my room. I put them in the closet.” He finally said. “What do you want them for?” I turned my attention to the blanket covering my legs.

“I want the ones from Hans.” I whispered. Simon made his way back over to me and sat down next to me. He started to say my name but I shook my head. “If that is all I have to remember him by, then I want it.” Simon nodded and patted my leg.

“I understand.” He rubbed his thumb over the blanket and glanced at the bowl in front of me. “I’ll get them if you eat something.” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“you’re too much like your brother for your own good.” I muttered before grabbing the bowl and starting to eat. Simon chuckled and shook his head.

“and that’s why you tolerate me.” He teased as he got up to grab the presents. There was a knock on the door and I sighed, putting the bowl back down.

“I got it.” I paused when I heard the secret knock that hans used to tell me it was him. “No. There’s no way…” I whispered as I looked out the peephole. “Oh fuck.” Throwing open the door, I grabbed hans and pulled him into the house. “You fucking asshole. Are you ok? What happened? They said you died!” Hans hugged me tightly and buried his head in my shoulder.

“I love you. So much.” Hans whispered. I buried my hand in his hair, surprised that it was still wet and equally surprised that his shoulders were shaking with barely contained sobs. “I promised. I know I promised. I’m so sorry.” I pressed a kiss to his temple and tried to contain my own wave of tears.

[smilingformoney]

Rickmas 2023: Day 12. Giver of Gifts | Steven/Reader

AN: I thought twice about writing for Steven as he was a real person but I read that the real Steven said the character was nothing like him, so this is entirely based on the fictional character played by Alan and is nothing to do with the real Steven Spurrier or his real wife at all.

Read now on Ao3 or below the cut:

Being married to a world-renowned wine connoisseur wasn’t always as fun as it sounded. Of course, you loved being married to Steven, but as far as his status in the wine industry went, there were some downsides. Other people, mainly.

Some people - and these were the types to always order the cheapest white on the menu at any restaurant they went to - couldn’t fathom how Steven made a living out of his passion for wine. “I wish I could get paid for drinking wine!” they’d laugh, as if they were the first to make that joke. “Do you get free wine?” Yes, you’d say, sometimes he brought home a bottle or two of his favourites from whatever wine competition he’d been off judging. “What’s the difference between a £5 bottle and a £500 bottle?” Ask him, not me, and be prepared to listen to the answer for a long time.

And Christmas… well, your family and friends had their hearts in the right places. But when you sat down to open the presents under your tree on Christmas Day, you did sometimes wish for a bit more variety than endless bottles of wine as gifts - especially as the wines were usually generic supermarket-shelf bottles.

They were usually nice wines, and before meeting Steven you’d have loved to be given a year’s supply of free wine every Christmas. You liked Moët, and to the average person £50 was a lot for a bottle of wine. And at least Steven let you drink it - the higher the price of a bottle he brought home, the less likely it was he’d ever actually open it. His wine cellar was like a dragon’s cave, rows and rows of unopened fancy wines that were made to be drunk but he’d never dream of opening them because they were so fancy.

But there was more to Steven than just wine. And there was more to you than the wife of a man who loves wine. But whenever anyone thought of the Spurriers, they thought of wine, and so that was what you got.

And you couldn’t complain really - not since you’d actually bought him wine too. But you’d gone all out on this one. You were fortunate enough to earn a healthy amount of money in your own career, so although it stretched the budget a bit, it didn’t break the bank for you to buy him a £4,500 bottle of JS Terrantez.

Steven opened your present last, and his eyes lit up when he pulled the 200-year-old bottle from the bag you’d presented it in.

“[Y/n]!” he exclaimed with a gasp, turning over the bottle in his hand carefully, as if worried it might explode. “What on earth has gotten into you? You can’t give me this, it’s too much!”

“Don’t be silly, Steve,” you replied, nudging him. “I know how irritated you get at how many Barefoots and Echo Falls we get every year. I thought it was about time someone got you a good wine.”

“Good? This is the sixth most expensive wine in the world, [Y/n].”

“And it’s not even French, would you believe it?”

Steven rolled his eyes at you. His famous 1976 wine tasting had taken place years before you’d met, but you still liked to tease him about it.

“This is such a thoughtful gift, [Y/n]. Thank you.”

He kissed you on the cheek, and you blushed. He wasn’t the most affectionate man in the world, and you’d come to terms with that a long time ago - it just meant that when he did show affection, it meant all that much more to you.

“Can I open my present now?” you asked, eyeing up the one single gift under the tree that wasn’t in a wine bag.

“Alright, but I wish you’d opened it earlier, it pales in comparison to this.”

Steven carefully set aside the bottle to take down into the cellar later, and retrieved the last present from under the tree for you. You pulled back the wrapping paper to reveal a framed photo of the two of you from your wedding.

“Oh, Steve, I love it!” you exclaimed. You wrapped your arms around him, surprising him, and kissed him on the cheek.

“You do? I know we don’t have a lot of photos of us, so I thought it’d be nice to have something to put on the mantelpiece.”

“You mean other than the photos of you with important wine people?”

“Precisely. You’re far more important than any of them. But I feel bad now, it’s nothing compared to that Terrantez —”

“Well, I think it’s my favourite present this year. I’m going to put it right here on the mantel, and we can look at it while we drink these cheap wines and you tell me all about why they’re so terrible even though they taste fine.”

Steven smiled, your enthusiasm infectious, and he was grateful to have a wife so loving as you, who understood his passion - even if you didn’t quite understand the difference between a Merlot and a Shiraz.

[snowblossomreads]

Rickmas 2023 Masterlist

🌸 - denotes smut

Day 1 Chimney Soot - Chimney Full of Soot (David Friedman x Fem!Reader) 🌸

Day 2 Restless Waiting (Hans Gruber x Fem!Reader)

Day 3 Snowball -The Snowball Effect (Eli Michaelson x StudentFem!Reader)-🌸

Day 4 Sharing (Severus Snape x Fem!Reader)

Day 7 Stormy Reunion - Persona Non Grata (Sinclair Bryant x Fem!Reader)

Day 10 Snow Prints (Colonel Brandon x Wife!Reader)

Day 12 Giver of Gifts + Day 9 Missing Star - A Missing Gift (Sinclair Bryant x Amiee Huang [OC])

Day 14 A Light In The Night (Colonel Brandon x Wife!Reader)

Day 16 Keep Warm - Ways to Keep Warm (Judge Turpin x Wife!Reader)🌸

Day 18 Blankets and Snuggles (Sinclair Bryant x Fem!Reader)

Day 20 Returning Home (Hans Gruber x Fem!Reader)

Day 22 String of Lights (Sinclair Bryant x Amiee Huang [OC])🌸

Day 23 Under the Tree (Severus Snape x Fem!Reader)

Day 24 Christmas Party (David Friedman x Fem!Reader)🌸

[serenanight87]

The Star of Sadistic Wishes (Interrogator x Reader, pt. 2)

A/N: Hello everyone I am back with another part of my Closetland story. He is just so demanding and wants to be the spotlight of all your Rickmas dreams. I am using the “Star of Wishes” prompt for this one. He seems to get very descriptive on what he wants to say from his point of view, so it is a long one. Now onward with the work. Hopefully this will be well received as well.

Oh, you may also want this link for the music that is played during a part of this. You know to get fully immersed in the scene.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISqjyIdmZQs

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Warnings: Smut, Con/Non-Con yet again if you squint, BDSM references, Dom/sub play, Bondage, Graphic Description of Photos.

If you are under 18, please remove your eyes from this. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

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Now I get to have my fun. Let’s see if this will get little girl’s peach nice and juicy.

As I hide in the shadows, I await for her to awaken. I have taken painstaking care to set the scene just right. It is dark with red and green mood lighting to create that Christmas Joy feeling.

Little does she know, this will be more joy for me than her. Or maybe it will be equal if she is as bad of a little girl as she claims. However, if the pictures we have are anything to go on, this will be delicious for all.

I didn’t use my normal “interviewing” table this time. No, the time of year called for something special. And she seemed like a special case. I have had this in my inventory for a while and I finally have the perfect moment to use it.

I have her strapped down to an upright table in the cutout shape of a Christmas tree. Her hands were handcuffed together at the top as if she was already praying for release before we even got started. I have her legs spread and tied with string in a squatting position with a seat near the bottom of the tree for her to rest on. Of course if she does it will stretch out her shoulders and cause extra pain. She was also decorated so lovely in Christmas lights and dressed so beautifully for her role. A golden nipple cutout bra that was big golden stars, one for each breast. Along with a matching set of crotch less knickers with one gold star in the front. With her head topped with a golden star tiara.

She will be the Golden Star of my Sadistic Christmas Tree. I wonder if all my Christmas wishes will come true and I get all my presents this year? I chuckle softly at myself for this inside joke.

With the spotlight switching from red to green to white, I wait patiently for her to awake to start the show. This will be my best Christmas production yet. She just makes me feel extra festive for some reason. Maybe her feisty attitude or her trying to degrade me with the pretty boy comment. I don’t know but I feel this need to make it an experience she will never forget..along with getting the confession I need, of course.

I see a slight movement of her head that brings me back to the present. I see her eyes begin to flutter open with a groan filled with grogginess and slight pain. She has been hanging there for a time but not enough to cause extreme pain. I checked her restraints to make sure not to cause damage…yet. You have to play with your food carefully, you know. Her eyes are wide open struggling slightly in her restraints trying to get a good look around.

“Hello?”, she asked. “Is anyone there? Look you can stop with the dramatics. I know nothing and I am a part of nothing. This is also starting to get really old and annoying.”

We will see if you are still singing that tune soon, my sweet. Showtime!

I start the track off of a Christmas song, “Up On the House Top”, that was just fitting for this scene and watched as it began to unfold.

‘Santa Claus comes tonight.

No more days to count, but the even longer wait begins.

The suspense of having to wait from bedtime till morning.’

Yes, kids from all over the world will say their prayers and go to sleep knowing for when they wake up, the little fat man with the long white beard will have stopped by their houses and left the answers to a wish from the most wonderful magical sack there ever was.

‘Ho, ho, ho

Ho, ho, ho

Up on the housetop

Ho, ho, ho’

As the song played the lights flashed about in red and green along to the music. There was a projector screen in front of her where she could see all of the pictures we had been taking of her through the years to be able to pin this story on her. Her meetings with people we didn’t even know, the parties she held in her home, even the production of some of her products she sold out of her small business. All these different pictures played that she has probably already seen from the others. But I found some more interesting ones to include in the reel that she doesn’t know we have. Some of her deepest, darkest secrets that she keeps hidden.

‘First comes the stocking of the little Nell

Ol’ dear Santa fill it well

Give her a dolly that laughs and cries

One that can open and shut its eyes’

As this lyric played the pictures began to flash on the screen, her eyes widened in surprise. I then hear a moan of pleasure from what she sees.

Yes, little girl, we know all about your deviant tendencies. Every little dark thing that you thought you did in the shadows we know about it too.

We are very thorough in our research of our “interviews”. Just some don’t want to use such information. They find it too crass to use such information when they just want to get the straight facts.

No creativity or innovation. No vision. This is the art they can create with human emotion if they would just be open to it. How the others are lacking.

As the lyrics played it showed her dressed in a doll dress bent over someone’s lap with her frilly knickers down to her knees. The following pictures played out the scene as her being spanked till cherry red on that bottom along with some of them having her legs kicking.

That is a behavior I will have to correct. She will take her punishment like a good girl and not be disrespectful with her body. She will learn discipline. However, it does look like she is enjoying herself from the glistening between her legs. I may have find out how she tastes.

The pictures pan around to the front to show her crying due to the pain. Or is she laughing…sometimes they look the same to me.

‘Look in the stocking for little Bill

Oh just see what a glorious fill

Here is a hammer and lots of tacks

A whistle and a ball and a whip that cracks’

As I watch the pictures continue, there she is in another position, bent over in restraints being fisted. The pictures pan around to her front see the nipple clamps she has on with a look of complete delight on her face. Which at this moment is the complete opposite of what she has right now. The look she is giving now is of complete horror.

Then the pictures change again to her on a St. Andrews cross taking a long bullwhip for her punishment. The beautiful stripes that decorate her skin. I so want to go and lick every one of them just see what her skin tastes like. This picture though seems to get her attention the most. The present her screams and begins to struggle harder in her restraints. I smell the fear coming off of her but, it can’t hide the arousal she has already permeated the room with.

As the song ends, the lights go out with the white spotlight left on her. I sneak to the door. I make it seem like I am just coming in and have not seen a thing. The lights go completely dark as I open the door and turn on the light.

“It is always so dark when I come in here to work,” I stated as I swagger back into the room with my briefcase and back in my full suit again. “I just don’t understand why they have to scare you people so much…Well, well, well…am I interrupting something?”

She just stares at me in fear as I give her a little smirk. The look then changes to complete anger as she continues to struggle more to get free. She is very angry and I have a feeling she’s about to let me know just how much.

“You bastard!”, she cried. “You have me strung up like some decoration for your amusement and make me watch this filth you put on! How did you get those pictures? Who do you know that would know such things about me? I need answers damn it!”

“I honestly have no idea what you are talking about,” I said. “I just came in to see you in this position looking like you were getting your Christmas wishes of receiving treatment from my partner. Hence why I asked if I was interrupting something. But since he is not here, I assume that would be a no?”

“You’re damn right it is a no!”, she screamed. “I just woke up like this in the dark when this corny Christmas music started playing showing very incriminating photos of me. Mind you were also taken without my consent! I demand my legal representation and I demand it now!”

“Look, like I just said I just came in here to this. I am very sorry for anything the others may have played on you but this was not the plan of how this interview would go,” I said.

That was a partial lie. This really isn’t the original path I had for this time but it just organically became this glorious sadistic wet dream. I love when a good thing just comes together.

“Well, I should hope not!”, she said. “I mean you are very good looking but I expect a few dates before we would hit this point in a relationsh-.” She stopped herself mid word. Her eyes stared at he floor now. She didn’t mean to say that much obviously. This just got very interesting. I watched her give the most prettiest blush that could rival the cherry red of her ass from the picture earlier.

“Okay, there must have been a mix up in rooms or someone pranking me or you or both. We can get this all straightened out through some reporting once we are done with this,” I said.

“That sounds great and all but that doesn’t undo the mortification I feel right now! Now can you please get me down so we can get done whatever it is you have planned, pretty boy?”, she asked.

“Not just yet,” I said as I looked to be pondering. “You know I think this a good time to take a page out of my partners book. You did say earlier that you may enjoy his time more than mine so maybe we can try something he would do. One moment, don’t move now.”

I left to go to the bag that I had hid earlier in one of the wall drawers. This will have all the fun tricks that I need to make this a wonderful scene with my new sweet. I come back over humming, “Santa Claus is Coming to Town.”

“He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you’re wake,” I sing softly under my breath. “He knows if you’ve been bad or good. So be good…for…good…ness…sake.” I finished the lyric slowly as I turn back around to her. I slowly saunter up close to her. So close we breathe in each other’s breath.

“Please,” she begs so prettily. “Don’t do this. I was just joking, ya know. Trying to catch you by surprise, have some fun, ya know. Like, ha ha funny. You know I have been in here for a while, I have to find my amusement somewhere. Please don’t hurt me. I’m sorry if I made you angry.”

“Oh, you didn’t anger me and I don’t plan on hurting you,” I stated calmly. “Oh no, my plans are far from that. I only plan to reward you for giving me what I require from you. You get to decide if there is pain involved when you choose to disobey me.”

She starts to struggle even more with fear of the eventuality that is coming to pass. But the smell of arousal is still strong. So I know she is very much a willing participant even if she tries to hide it. This is getting more and more delicious for me. I have to keep my head level though and not let the excitement of the moment get to me. I can’t rush this. I have to build it and form it into the ultimate peak to then release the oh so sweet release for both of us. Time and patience is needed for this delicate part of the process.

Remember this is part of my investigation. This is just one of the perks, not the whole part. Stay focused on the work.

“Okay, you had your fun. You made your point. I shouldn’t have made fun that you were too nice and not scary. You are definitely showing that now. You are the big, bad wolf of scary. Now can you please let me go?”, she pleaded.

“Oh no,” I said. “We have only just begun. We will having so much more fun between the two of us. I feel that this time we have had together has made us grow so much closer. So now you will just lay back, relax, and I will explain the rules of our little game. Are you ready, little girl?”

She stops struggling, leans back, and waits for further instruction. I give one of my smirks. I step back to get ready for the rules of our game.

This is going to be so much fun for both of us, my sweet. Just wait and see.

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A/N: Okay, before the pitchforks come out and everyone gets ready to drag me into the town square, there is a part 3. I was trying to get it all but it would have been really long. I’m in the process of writing it now to have it ready before the end of the year. If you want to get someone, my hubby told me to tell you nothing about a third part. Anyway, the next one will be finale of this diva’s performance as far as I know. He very much knows what he wants. I will be blending 2 prompts together for the last one. I hope you enjoyed this addition that I never planned on but just happened.

@deepperplexity @vulnus-sanare @mamawolfsmith87 @snowblossomreads

[nicefrogtees]

Rick and Morty Christmas: Pickle Rickmas ugly Xmas sweater

Rick and Morty Christmas: Pickle Rickmas ugly Xmas sweater. My girlfriend surprised me with a Rick and Morty Christmas tree today complete with hand painted ornaments and a custom Council of Ricks tree topper. Rick and Morty christmas tree version. Rick and Morty surprised us on April Fools… Will they be gifting us with a Rick and Morty Christmas: Pickle Rickmas ugly Xmas sweater? Hey everyone…

[starry-eyesanddaydreams]

Masterlist

Reader insert x characters

Alan Rickman

One Shots

Payback - Sheriff of Nottingham (lemon)

Return of the Ex - Sinclair Bryant

Sleepy morning snuggles - Lionel Shabandar

@deepperplexity 's Rickmas 2023 prompts

Out of care - Ed the Painter

Snow prints - Colonel Brandon

Imperfect holiday - Hans Gruber

Giver of gifts - Lionel Shabandar

Coal and cards - Sinclair Bryant

Keep Warm - Severus Snape

Blankets and snuggles - Sinclair Bryant

Hope - Severus Snape

Under the tree - Sheriff of Nottingham

Christmas party - Colonel Brandon

NSFW Alphabets

Sheriff of Nottingham

Lionel Shabandar

Sinclair Bryant

Severus Snape

Judge Turpin

David Friedman

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Hugh Jackman

One Shots

Love me when I don't - Wolverine

[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmas day 9: missing star

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @deepperplexity, @cassieuncaged

warnings: swearing

I huffed as I dug through another box of ornaments. Discarded wrappings and bubble wrap lay at my feet.

“I need to either get another tree get rid of some of this.” I breathed out as I moved the box and grabbed another.

“I vote get another tree. Some of these are quite endearing.” I jumped at the voice and turned around to see metatron standing next to one of the first boxes I went through, an ornament I had bought on vacation being turned over in his hand. “Hello.”

“hi. What are you doing here?” I asked as I moved to look through the box at my feet.

“can’t just stop by to say hello?” Metatron asked as he put the ornament back. I could hear him moving around and looking at other boxes but I remained focused on the task at hand.

“I mean you can but usually you don’t.” I shrugged. Metatron scoffed.

“what are you looking for?” Metatron asked after a few minutes of silence. I looked up to see him adding a few ornaments to the tree.

“the Star that goes on top of the tree.” I answered. Metatron nodded and went to grab a box.

“looks like a regular star right? Nothing overly special?” I shot him a look and he rolled his eyes. “Alright alright. Calm yourself child.” We continued to look in silence before I groaned in annoyance. A comforting hand appeared on my shoulder and metatron led me to sit down. “I’ll keep looking. Take a break.” I nodded and let my head fall back against the couch.

“you know this already. I know you do.” I said after a while. “But someone special got me that star. When I was…” I stared at the ceiling.

“a kid.” Metatron said with me. “You put it on the little tree your parents let you call your own. The one that slowly over time became more ornaments that reflected your tastes than sentimental ornaments you barely had any memory of.” I nodded from my spot on the couch.

“Exactly.” I ran a hand down my face. “Which is why I’m so…” I waved my hand in the air and metatron chuckled. “About it.”

“well.” Metatron said and cleared his throat. I looked up and smiled. “Guess that makes everything better right?” I nodded and stood up.

“uh would you…” I asked, suddenly becoming shy but also not wanting to grab the step stool to put the Star on. Metatron nodded and moved his hand. The Star disappeared before reappearing on the tree, sitting perfectly on top. “Thanks.” I said as I leaned into metatron.

“anytime.” He responded, throwing an arm over my shoulders.

[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmas day 23: under the tree

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @cassieuncaged, @deepperplexity

warnings: swearing

Eliot shifted in his sleep as I crawled out of bed to make coffee. I leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead and ventured into the kitchen. I started making the coffee and peaking into our living room to see the tree all done up with presents underneath. Turning back to the coffee, I squealed when I felt arms wrap around me from behind.

“morning.” Eliot whispered as he kissed my cheek. “Happy Christmas.”

”happy Christmas.” I laughed as I turned in his arms. Eliot smiled at me before kissed me gently. “Just waiting for the coffee to finish and then we can go open presents.”

“I’ll watch it. Go section it off.” He said, pressing another kiss to my lips before gently patting my butt to push me in the direction of the living room.

“watch it mister.” I teased as I walked away. Eliot laughed and turned back to the counter. I crawled under the tree and started making two piles of presents. A low whistle caught my attention and I peaked over my shoulder to see Eliot leaning against the doorframe staring at my butt sticking out from under the tree.

“is that one of mine?” He asked, his voice carrying a playful tone. I rolled my eyes and crawled back out.

“funny Eliot. Funny.” I said as I added the last present to his pile. “Keep it up and you won’t get your last present tonight.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He said as he handed me the other cup of coffee. “That everything?”

“yeah. Unless you want to crawl under the tree.” I laughed. Eliot made a face and I rolled my eyes. “Oh so I don’t get to see your ass sticking out from under the tree. How charming.”

“maybe later darling.” Eliot teased. “Maybe later.”

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Rickmas day 11: imperfect holiday

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @cassieuncaged, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @deepperplexity

warnings: swearing

I walked around the tiny flat, making sure that the last of our belongings were out. Alexander had gotten signed onto a movie at short notice and we barely had time to pack our essentials before needing to be there, let alone the Christmas decorations. Flats rented by the production companies always had a strange feeling to them but at the holidays it was even worse.

“(Y/N)?” Alexander called as he came back from a table read.

“In here Alex!” I called. He came into the living room and smiled at me. Alexander had his hands behind his back but came to kiss me hello all the same. “Good day?” Alexander rolled his eyes and I smiled sympathetically at him.

“table read. What can you really expect from that?” He joked. I shrugged and went to hug him but he stepped back. I pouted and Alexander kissed me again. “I did do a little shopping. Found some things.” He finally pulled his hands out from behind his back to show me a shopping bag and a small artificial tree. “All they had. But I thought it was better than nothing.” I smiled at him as I took the bag.

“oh it’s perfect Alex!” I said as he put it in the windowsill. “And you got tiny decorations for it too!” Alexander wrapped his arms around me and leaned his head against mine.

“Keep looking.” He encouraged. I kept digging through the bag, finding little things for the flat. “The important bag is in my pocket.” He whispered into my ear.

“Alex!” I exclaimed. “You don’t have to be a damn perv.” He laughed and kissed my cheek.

“just do it.” Alexander nudged me slightly. I rolled my eyes but put my hand in his pants pocket all the same. “Now who’s the perv?” He laughed as I pulled my hand out, having found nothing in there. “Jacket pocket luv.” I narrowed my eyes at him before reaching into his pocket. I pulled out a second bag and opened it.

“candy?” I asked, turning to look at him. Alexander nodded.

“that candy you said you always had as a kid but had a hard time finding the last few years.” He said softly. “They had it and I figured if only one thing can go right this year, it should be that.” I looked at him with shining eyes and he reached up to cup my cheeks. “Hey. None of that.”

“thank you Alex.” I whispered before I kissed him. Alexander hummed against my lips before pulling away.

“it may be an imperfect holiday but it’ll be ours.” He promised.

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Rickmas day 3: snowballing

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @deepperplexity, @illiana-mystery @fangsandroses, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: swearing

when I woke up, the first thing I noticed was how everything was covered in a few feet of snow. The second thing I noticed was the angel rummaging through my fridge.

“morning.” I said, leaning against the doorframe. Metatron jumped and spun around to fix me with a glare. “What are you doing here?” I asked as I ignored his look and started to make my breakfast.

“For your information you called out to me last night. So loud in fact, that at least two other angels in the garrison now know that I answer to a human.” He drawled as he leaned against the counter next to me. I paused what I was doing before looking over at him. “You called in your sleep. Nightmare or something. I’m not sure. You were fine when I got here.” I nodded before going back to my cabinets.

“sorry I dragged you out here for nothing.” I said. Metatron waved me off. “So do you plan on hanging out here all day or…?” I glanced over at him and he nodded with a shrug.

“if you’re not opposed.” He added. I shook my head. “Good.” We settled into a comfortable silence as I started to eat. “What did you have planned for today?”

“well, considering the amount of snow outside,” I said as I turned to look of my kitchen window. “Probably rally the neighborhood kids into a snowball fight.” Metatron stared at me and I frowned. “What?”

“snowball fight?” I nodded. “Is it fun?” I nodded again.

“have you never been in a snowball fight?” I asked after a moment. Metatron shook his head.

“we always watch them. From up there. But…” metatron shrugged. “Seems like fun.” Nodding, I held up a finger.

“wait here.” I said and ran off to my room to get changed. “Ok. You need to do your angel thing and get clothes like mine.” I said as I walked out of my room. “Even though you are some supernatural being thing I know you still get cold. So do it.” Metatron smiled at me and snapped his fingers. I nodded at his choice of clothing before taking his hand. “Now we go outside.” Walking outside I smiled at the crisp blanket of snow that covered the yard. “Scoop up some snow and just sort of squish it in your hands.” I did what I had just explained and passed the slowly forming ball between my hands. “It helps if you alternate hands. And then when it resembles a ball, throw it.” I smiled as I threw my snowball at the nearest tree. “Now you.” I watched a metatron did what I said and hit the tree with surprising accuracy. “There you go. Now you do that and aim at the kids. That’s a snowball fight.”

“sounds easy enough.” Metatron intoned. I nodded and went off to gather everyone for the snowball fight. Laughter soon rang in the air as it started and I smiled as I watched metatron start to get into it. When it was over and we were heading back inside, he bumped my shoulder. “That was fun. Thank you.” I waved him off as he started to inspect his wet jumper.

“I’m glad you had fun.” I said as I went about making us hot chocolate. “Next snowfall, I’ll call you. Give you an excuse to join in.” I smiled at him as he smiled back at me.

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Day 23 for @deepperplexity 's Rickmas 2003.

December 23: Under the Tree

Sherriff of Nottingham x Reader

Just you and the George of Nottingham making out under a tree in the snow. Enjoy! ;)

Under the tree The forest was quiet and still, ou had taken aim at some pheasant in a small clearing ahead of you. Unfortunately, your cold fingers on the bow were unsteady and your shot flew wild, veering left into one of the trees. You were irritated at this. That was one of your best hunting arrows. You got off your horse and headed to the base of the tree, looking up through the thin branches to see your arrow, stuck halfway up into the trunk. Maybe you could climb up there, you thought, and you reached up to grasp one of the low branches. The thin branch quickly bent from your weight, jostling the tree enough to disturb the slow on the upper branches too. Snow rained down from the disturbed branches, pummelling you as you spluttered and covered your face with your arms. You were grumpily brushing the snow off your coat when you hear a deep chuckle. Looking up at the Sherriff of Nottingham approaching you, laughing gleefully at your state. “Oh sod off!” You snapped, ignoring him. His expression didn’t change at your tone or words. No one else would have spoken to him like that. Just as no one else would have laughed at you. But a husband and wife had certain liberties with each other. “Did you find your arrow?” He asked, swinging down easily from his horse. “Yes.” You grumbled, looking back up at the tree, “Halfway up this tree and the branches are to flimsy to climb.” You’d just have to give up on the arrow, such was the way of hunting. George walked steadily towards you, a mischievous look on his face. “The snow missed a spot.” You heard him say, and you turned your gaze from the tree back to your husband just in time for him to smush a handful of snow into your face. You spluttered and brushed the snow off your face. So he wanted to play, did he? You quickly reached to the calf deep slow to retaliate but he reacted first, grabbing you and toppling you both into the snowbank under the tree. You were on your back with George’s solid weight pinning you down. He gazed down at you, a mix of adoration and mischief in his eyes and smile. You couldn’t hold your look of mock indignation any longer and let out a giggle, relaxing under him. “Have I caught myself a snowbird?” George asked, admiring you and the way snowflakes still clung to your hair and dotted your skin, “Or a winter sprite?” He leant his head down and pressed soft kisses across your face, from your eyes to down your cheeks, just missing your lips and you knew he was doing that deliberately. You let out a little whimper of need and he grinned before giving in and kissing your lips, deeply and passionately. He broke the kiss and pulled back to look at you, his dark eyes filled with desire, “I could have you right here.” His dark, sultry voice was near irresistible, but now you were in the mood to play too. “It’s a little cold out here, isn’t it?” He was pressing kisses to you jaw again, “I’ll keep you warm.” He whispered against your skin. Your hands slipped down his sides, gripping his cloak and your knees shifted to either side of his hips. You shifted suddenly, flipping George onto his back while you straddled his waist. Planting your hands on either side of his head, you leant down and started kissing him, in a maddeningly slow way you knew drove him crazy and in a few moments would have him fumbling at your clothes and trying to flip you back over. You lifted your head and leant back a bit, admiring his rugged handsomeness for a moment…before shoving two handfuls of snow in his face and scrambling backwards to your feet.   You reached your horse and swung into the saddle just as George got to his feet, brushing the snow from his face. You took up your reigns, grinning widely, “First one back to the castle gets to be on top!” You called out before sending your horse at a run through the forest.

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Trying something a little different, a little sexier, for this one. A day late in posting by work and Christmas prep happens. :)

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🎄 Dec:2023 - 1. Chimney Soot - Colonel Brandon x Fem!Reader, [A1] - You manage to find work at Delaford and meet the Colonel yet your past makes you run away out of fear after causing an incident...

🎄 Dec:2023 - 2. Restless Waiting - Severus Snape x Fem!OC, [B1] - Belinna decorates Severus' personal space without permission, but nothing goes as planned when he collapses upon his arrival...

🎄 Dec:2023 - 3. Snowballing - Severus Snape x Fem!OC, [B2] - Continuation: Severus confesses the Dark Lord saw Belinna in his thoughts, and feelings run amok as confessions slip out...

🎄 Dec:2023 - 4. Sharing - Judge Turpin x Wife!Reader, [C1] - You learn the hard, frightful way that not all love Christmas and your thought of a good deed may not be as selfless as you thought...

🎄 Dec:2023 - 5. Grave Of Snow - Colonel Brandon x Fem!Reader [A2] - Continuation: You find yourself scrambling through heavy snow to get away, hounds howl behind you and you make a dire mistake...

🎄 Dec:2023 - 6. Out Of Care - Judge Turpin x Wife!Reader [C2] - Continuation: You wish for your husband to return and decide to clean away Christmas for his sake while hoping for forgiveness...

🎄 Dec:2023 - 7. Stormy Reunion - Severus Snape x Fem!OC [B3] - Continuation: Belinna finds herself in a rustic cottage, four days have passed since he left here there with little to no answers...

🎄 Dec:2023 - 8. Rosemary For Holly - Severus Snape x Fem!OC [B4] - Continuation: Severus gives Belinna some worrisome answers, and she offers a different perspective while hope and fear blend...

🎄 Dec:2023 - 9. Missing Star - Colonel Brandon x Fem!Reader [A3] - Continuation: You find yourself deeply in love with the Colonel, and doubts about yourself are loud, yet he makes everything right...

🎄 Dec:2023 - 10. Snow Prints - Colonel Brandon x Fem!OC [One Shot] - What if you were the one to first catch the Colonel's eye while being a mere live-in servant and tender to the Dashwoods?

🎄 Dec:2023 - 11. Imperfect Holiday - Hans Gruber x Fem!OC [D1] - RICKMAS2022 continuation: Anna-Louise is on the train with Hans, leaving her home behind with a strange she's fallen hard for...

🎄 Dec:2023 - 12. Giver Of Gifts - Hans Gruber x Fem!OC [D2] - Continuation: Anna-Louise finds out who Hans really is, now she has to decide if she should leg it or follow her heart...

🎄 Dec:2023 - 13. Shimmering Icicles - Judge Turpin x Wife!Reader [C3] - Continuation: You see something most intimate that you shouldn't have, now you must figure out your feelings and your husband's...

🎄 Dec:2023 - 14. A Light In The Night - Colonel Brandon x Fem!Reader [A4] - Final part: Your life is flipped upside down, and as you try to find your place you remain certain it's with Brandon you belong forever...

🎄 Dec:2023 - 15. Cards And Coals - Judge Turpin x Wife!Reader [C4] - Continuation: Things take a darker turn and you end up more confused than ever when your husband's past lingers in words...

🎄 Dec:2023 - 16. Keep Warm - Severus Snape x Fem!OC [B5] - Continuation: A funny little elf appears and you are offered gifts that turn out to take you far away only not in the manner you wish...

🎄 Dec:2023 - 17. Bells Of Christmas - Judge Turpin x Wife!Reader [C5] - Continuation: Things take a depraved turn...

🎄 Dec:2023 - 18. Blankets And Snuggles - Judge Turpin x Wife!Reader [C6] - Continuation: After all is said and done you find you know yourself far better and your husband does listen to you, care for you deeply...

🎄 Dec:2023 - 19. Hope - Severus Snape x Fem!OC [B6] - Continuation: When all seems most dire and lost, Belinna clings to hope with all her might...

🎄 Dec:2023 - 20. Returning Home - Severus Snape x Fem!OC [B7] - Continuation: Life turns most dark and dire as the Battle of Hogwarts ensues while Belinna feels a pain unlike any other...

🎄 Dec:2023 - 21. Star Of Wishes - Severus Snape x Fem!OC [B8] - Continuation: Perhaps wishing on a star isn't all it's cracked up to be, perhaps simply communicating is a better way?

🎄 Dec:2023 - 22. Lights And Strings - Judge Turpin x Wife!Reader [C7] - Continuation: You end up getting your HEA even if it's nothing like how you had imagined it to be, then again, neither are you...

🎄 Dec:2023 - 23. Under The Tree - Judge Turpin x Wife!OC And Daughter And Son [One Shot] - Turpin finds himself in a loving family, having a happy home with eh love of his life and two wonderful children...

🎄 Dec:2023 - 24. Christmas Party - Judge Turpin x Wife!Reader [One Shot] - You reminisce about the first Christmas Party you attended with your husband, the evening everything changed completely...

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