#riri's christmas special

[messenger-of-babel]

Blue is a Christmas Colour

Summary: You attend a Christmas party held by the titans and spend the evening trying to avoid your crush. (Dick Grayson x reader)

Word Count: 2.1K

Notes: Def pushing everything back by a day, I got sick (curse the Aussie summer heat) so I'm taking it easy. Not many warning for this one, except maybe a slightly OOC Dick? Idk I've never had to write them not in pain before.

~RiRi <33

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You had exactly one hour before the Christmas party, yet you were faced with the classic Hallmark crisis of having nothing to wear.

Sure, you had been confident in your outfit a day before the party. You were sure it was going to look nice a few hours ago, and you were convinced you were ready to leave the house and arrive early as you were getting dressed. However now that you were looking at yourself in the mirror, you just couldn't feel comfortable in the outfit. Despite being something you wore no problem last year, it somehow didn’t look right on you, the material was puckering in the wrong places and for the life of you, you couldn't get the fabric to fold down flat.

So now it was thrown across the bedspread alongside half of your wardrobe, a steadily rising pile of red, green and white. You ran your fingers through your hair in frustration. You weren't sure why you were so concerned about looking your best for a simple Christmas party. You had been invited to an end of year get together by the Titans, despite only joining their ranks earlier in August. You told yourself that it was because of being new and wanting to make a good impression, that you could let your hair down and have fun. That you weren't always the hard ass, follow the protocol type that you were at work. You told yourself that it was because you liked Christmas and wanted to just celebrate the holidays in style. Or maybe it was the fact that you were technically in the public eye at all times since you didn't wear a mask, and what if you got caught off guard on your way there? There were a million excuses that you made in about the span of a minute, just to ignore the real reason.

To try and block out the memory of how your stomach fluttered when the team leader, Dick Grayson asked if you'd like to attend. Forget the way that your cheeks burned with heat catching sight of his smile, or the thudding of your pulse against your neck when he shielded you during a mission. You refused to have a one-sided crush, so with a groan you rubbed your hands over your face.

Thirty minutes to go and you were now staring at yourself, happy yet mortified with your outfit choice.

Who said blue couldn't be a Christmas colour? you had split it up with white, but you still chewed your lip. Maybe I could say it's like a snowflake, you thought to yourself. Or like a Jack Frost theme. Still kicking yourself over your outfit choice, you had no time to dally. You were locked into this now. You threw on some accessories on your way to the door, making sure you had your keys and phone in your purse before locking your apartment and hurrying down the stairs. The lift was broken, so by the time you finally got to the lobby you were out of breath from your clipped jog, scanning your FOB to get to the garage.

Settling in behind the wheel you buckled in and checked your phone to make sure there wasn't anything you needed before arriving. The group chat was pinging with people's ETA’s, and you typed in your own "On my way, be there about ten." before locking your phone and putting it back in your purse. Your stomach rolled uncomfortably, making you tap your fingers on the wheel anxiously as you started up the car. Hopefully your subconscious wasn't too obvert, and people didn't have a laugh at you for the left field Christmas outfit. Hopefully HE wouldn’t laugh.

Yet if you had stayed in the group chat for just a moment more, you would have seen the blue heart react that popped up on your message almost immediately, before the other colours started adding to it.

You parked your car nearby the team headquarters, somewhere that you could slip away to easily at the end of the night without being worried about a stupid camera flash. The elevator ride up you couldn't help but fiddle with your fingers, rocking on your heels. You got this, no one's going to notice-

The doors slide open and you almost bump into someone, and you can feel their eyes scan across your figure like it's a hot brand.

"Hey, nice-"

"It's a snowflake." you blurt out, making Donna's eyes widen. She holds a moment before laughing, eyes crinkling as her head tips back.

"I was just trying to say I was glad you could make it." she grins, the confusion in her eyes overwritten by the laughter on her face. "And that blue is a good colour on you."

Your cheeks fill with heat, and you place your palms over them in embarrassment. "Oh."

"OH, is correct." she hums, shaking her head. "Come on, nearly everyone else is here."

Donna links her arm with yours, pulling you further down the hallway until you can hear the faint sound of Christmas music and chatter from behind a door. She pushes it open confidently, half dragging you into the room with her.

The room is decorated lavishly, tinsel and wreaths hanging off every roof and column edge. The few standing tables are filled with ornament table arrangements, and there's an icy sheen projected onto the dance floor. You wave at Raven and Kory lightly, who are standing on the other side of the room at one of the tables. Theres a small Santa hat clipped to Raven, most likely the work of the happy, red-headed alien next to her sporting two mini hats of her own.

You're still new, so you feel awkward talking so casually to some of the other members by yourself, so you stick as close to Donna as possible. She had helped you out a few times on missions, and her internal resolve int the face of conflict had helped you mitigate your own panic more than you could count. It was the same confidence you saw on the battlefield that she used now, except instead of a warzone it was a somewhat active Christmas party.

Some days you wondered how you even got into the hero business in the first place.

The first time you had caught Dick's eye was when you were going to grab a drink from the crystal punch bowls on the side, weaving your way through the small crowd. He came up beside you, giving you that stellar smile that made your head rush.

"Hey."

"Hey." you replied curtly, unable to make anything else come out of your throat.

"You look nice."

"Thank you. It's a snowflake." you blurted, fingers tightening on your glass as you filled it.

"I can see that."

"Yes."

You had proceeded to scuttle away, leaving him slightly stunned. The entire way back to Donna's side you kicked yourself, nails digging into your palm out of frustration. You needed to put some distance between you two. You couldn't get attached. You needed to shake him like the flu, push down those jitters in your hands and round up those stomach butterflies with a net.

Dick Grayson on the other hand, appeared to be much more a trouble than you had begun to imagine. It was almost like he was tracking you down the whole night, appearing when you talked to Kory, sliding into the conversation when you struck one up with Gar. He happened to be around every corner fixing his shoe or making sure that the decorations were just right.

"Had to make sure everywhere was decorated." he'd shrug before striking up some awkward small talk. Teammates had begun to giggle, and so you finally left the main room when you could take it no more, hurrying into the hallway to take a break.

You sighed deeply, putting a hand on your forehead.

Now you were alone, now you could gather your thoughts-

"Do you not like me?"

Your eyes fly open at the sound of his voice. You should have known that if anyone was going to notice your disappearance, it was going to be him first. Dick stands a few paces away from you, suit crisp and holly pinned to his lapel. He tilts his head, studying your startled expression, while hurt is written on him like a book. "I understand that not everyone gets along, but I thought we got along fine before." he frowns. "Did I do something wrong? Could you tell me what I did?" he asks you softly, and you have to stop him there.

"You did nothing wrong. “You rush out, taking a step forward. "You're fine, it's nothing."

"Then why are you avoiding me?" the hue of his eyes flicker with a clear flame of hurt, and his hands hang limply by his side.

You sigh, fingers wringing together. "Dick it isn't you, it's just I-"

"You what?" he presses, stepping forward again.

"I just-"

"Just?"

"I like you, okay? And I don't know how to handle it!" You snap, the pressure welling up in your chest like a dam. He looks stunned at your outburst, and immediately you cover your face. You blew it, and you blew it big time.

"God, just forget I said anything actually. It's just the stress, it's all been getting to me, and the missions lately-"

"I like you too."

"It's all just been building up, you know? So sometimes I say things I don't really mean...what?"

Dick begins to laugh, running a hand through the black mess of hair. "I said I like you."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh." he grins, coming to stand in front of you. "Why didn't you just say something sooner?"

"Because not everyone is a charming flirt." you shake your head. "And I wanted to keep things professional between us."

"I think you're very charming." he grins, eyes glinting in the low light like a cat. "Very charming and very professional. It's cute."

Your cheeks heat up, stealing the words from your chest.

"You know, I liked you since you had my six on the rooftop stakeout." He says quietly, eyes shimmering with a boyish look. A lovesick look. You raise your eyebrows in return. "The one where you almost got jumped by a henchman?"

"That's the one."

"I would have thought that was embarrassing for you."

"You stopped him, didn't you?"

"Yeah, by throwing a brick."

"See? you had it handled."

"It was the closest thing to me, and I panicked."

"Just take a compliment, will you?" He laughs, and the sound makes the tension melt from your shoulders as well. You laugh alongside him, not realising how close you had gotten. He was so close that you could fix the shift in his red tie and push the black strands of hair from his sparkling blue eyes.

"Merry Christmas." he says softly, eyes flicking around the hallway. "Say, are you much for traditions?"

You tilt your head at the sudden change of topic but follow his eyes up to see a white berried bunch of mistletoe hanging from the archway. "Did you plan this?" you accuse jokingly.

Dick puts his hands up in mock defence. "Hey, I did say the whole building got decorated." He teases, eyes flicking from the mistletoe back down to your lips. "Do you...may I?" he asks softly, eyes searching yours for permission.

You swallow and nod, blood rushing to your head as he smiles and draws closer. H his hand that comes to rest on your hip feels like a thousand degrees, and when you close your eyes and his lips slot over yours you feel like you're on fire. It only lasts for a few fleeting moments, his actions gentle and soothing before he pulls away. You find yourself wanting to lean forward and chase the taste of mint and candy cane on his lips, hazy as the giddiness sets in that you just kissed Dick Grayson.

"Wanna rejoin the party?" he asks, grinning as he sees the faint shock the kiss left you in. He offers you his hand and this time you take it with no hesitation. You offer him up a smile, seeing your own excitement reflected in the flickering of his irises.

"Sure." you hum. Maybe this wasn't the worst way to end a year.

"Oh, and no one is buying that snowflake story."

[dontaskmemybias]

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[paisholotus]

Give Love

Shuriri x black fem reader

Summary: You all spend your first Christmas together.

Translations: Sthandwa( My Love) IKrisimesi emnandi. Uthando lwam ( Merry Christmas. My Loves)

Warnings: none

Requested By: @verachii

A/N: lmao I tried. Hope you like it, and enjoy the Holidays. 🤎❄

Y/N Pov

We were spending Christmas at my mother's house, and right now I had Shuri and Riri in the bathroom, trying on ugly Christmas sweaters that my mother had "made."

"Sthandwa, Is this some sort of joke?" Shuri asked. I tried to hold back my laughter, but it wasn't working because tears were streaming down my cheeks. But I quickly wiped my cheeks, trying to maintain my cool.

"Why would I make a joke about something like that? Mama worked really hard on those sweaters! You don't think they're pretty?" I asked her.

"They pretty ugly!" Riri yelled. causing me to chuckle and playfully gasp. "I'm going to tell her you said that, too."

I heard a smacking noise, which caused Riri to yelp and yell at Shuri.

"WHAT! YOU WERE THINKING IT?"

"Enough already. Come out now; my mother is in the driveway." They walked out of the bathroom, and I covered my mouth with my hand, trying not to laugh.

But the expressions on their faces made me burst out laughing. "Y/N, you are very funny. Now what happened to yours?" Shuri asked me, with a bored expression, and her arms are crossed.

But I couldn't respond because I was hysterically laughing. But I quickly stood up when I heard my mother enter the house. She entered the living room, stopped and looked at Shuri and Riri, but continued to walk over to hug me.

"Hello, my baby. How you been?" She asked. I returned her hug and kissed her on the cheek. She stifled a laugh as she turned to face Shuri and Riri. "What the hell y'all got on?" She said, laughing making her way to the kitchen.

"This shit is going on the fridge," I said as I took a picture of them, making myself laugh even harder. Riri was threatening to kick my ass. I was clutching my stomach, from laughing so hard. While Shuri just smirked at me, as if she was planning on getting my ass later.

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"STOP EATING THE JOLLY RANCHERS FROM MY ROOF!" I yelled at Riri. She playfully rolled her eyes at me and continued to decorate the side of her house with frosting. Riri and I were having a gingerbread decorating contest, while my mother, sister, and Shuri were baking sugar cookies.

When "Give Love" by the Jackson 5 came on, I instantly smiled and hummed along to the lyrics. I loved Christmas; it was my favorite time of year, but I was especially happy because it was spent with my two favorite people, along with my family.

People making lists, buying special gifts

Taking time to be kind to one and all

It's that time of year when good friends are near

And you wish you could give more than just presents from a store

I watched Riri place pretzels along her house's walkway, occasionally popping one in her mouth.

"Damn! Can you please finish your house instead of eating the decorations? That's why you are losing." I said, shaking my head. She flipped me off tossing some skittles into her mouth. I shook my head and watched Shuri bring over a hot plate of cookies.

"Those look good, boo. You did a good job." I kissed her on the cheek. She smiled, grabbing my waist and softly kissing me. "AYE! What about me? Where is my good job kiss?" Riri asked Shuri and me.

I raised my eyebrow and crossed my arms. "If you had finished the job you were supposed to do, you'd get a good job kiss! You ate half yo house! Your gingerbread man gon be homeless!" I said. This made both Shuri and me laugh.

She pouted and smacked her teeth. Shuri approached her and kissed her lips, causing her to smile. I walked towards her, and she extended her hand to stop me. "uh-uh, you wanna be funny and shit. You not finna kiss me" She said, giving me the stank face.

I smacked my teeth and grabbed her by her pants, bringing her closer to me and kissed her lips. "Stop, being so bratty and dance with me. This my favorite part."

Why don't you give love on Christmas Day?

Oh the man on the street and the couple upstairs

All need to know there's someone who cares

Give love on Christmas Day

No greater gift is there than love

wrapping my arms around their shoulders and swayed back and forth, singing at the top of my lungs. They smiled at me. And We all sung the next part together.

Give love, oh give love on Christmas day

Every Tom, Dick, and Harry, every Susie too

Needs love every bit as much as you Do

What the world needs is love

Yes, the world needs your love

Give Love, Oh give love on Christmas Day

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3rd Pov

Everyone had a good time. Eating food, playing games, dancing to music, and telling childhood stories. Except for Shuri, everyone was now asleep on the couch, as the movie was playing. She smiled at Y/N and Riri, who were laying their heads against each other, she then got up and placed a blanket over them, kissing their foreheads.

"IKrisimesi emnandi. Uthando lwam"

[originallandlockedmariner]

For three years running…

2020

Kobe. Pandemic. Lockdown. Koalas on fire. Harry and Meg retire. Toilet paper hoarding. Alcoholism. Impeach the f*cker. Parasite. Bonnie Henry. Tiger King. Working from home. Sourdough bread. Harvey Weinstein guilty. Zoom overdose. Dip your body in sanitizer. 6 feet. Quarantine. OK Boomer. Home schooling (everyone passes). Murder hornets. Dolly Parton. Don’t hug, kiss or see anybody, especially your family. Chris Evans’ junk. TikTok. Glory holes. Face masks. CERB. West Coast wildfires. Stay home. Small Businesses lose, big box stores win. F*ck Bozos. ‘Dreams’ and cranberry juice. Close yoga studios, but thumbs up to your local gym. Speak moistly to me. George Floyd. BLM. F*ck Trump. Phase 2, 3 and Summer. RBG. Baby Yoda. Biden wins. Bond and Black Panther die. No more lockdown. Back to school and work. Just kidding... giddy up round 2. Giuliani leaks shit from his head. Resurgence of chess. UFOs are real. Restrictions. Dave Grohl admits defeat. Monolith. “F*ck... forgot my mask in the car”. No Christmas shenanigans allowed. Bubbles. Alex Trebek. Use the term ‘dumpster fire’ one too many times. Jupiter and Saturn form 'Christmas Star'. Happy New Year Bitches!!!! 2021... you better not sh*t the bed!!

2021

“We love you, you’re very special”. Failed coup attempt at the Capital. Twitter, FB and IG ban Donny. Hammerin’ Hank goes to the Field of Dreams. Bozo no longer richest man but still a twat. Leachman, Tyson, and Holbrook pass. The economy is worse than expected. Kim and Kanye split. Brood X cicadas. Dre has an aneurysm and nearly has his home broken into. Bridgerton. MyPillow CEO is a douche. Covid restrictions extended indefinitely. Captain Von Trapp dies. Proud Boys officially a Terrorist Organization. Richard Ramirez. Cancer takes Screech. Travel bans. Impeachment trial (again?… oh and this was barely February? WTF??!!) Suez Canal blockage. Myanmar protest. Kong dukes it out with Godzilla, while Raya watches. Olympics. Friends compare elective surgeries. F9. Canada Women’s Soccer Gold. Free Britney. Multiverses. Residential Schools in Canada unearth children’s bodies. Kate is Mare of Easttown. Cuomo resigns. Disney and Dwayne cruise together. Wildfires. Delta variants. Musk passes Bezos. Candyman x 5. Capt. Kirk goes to space. F*ck Kyle Rittenhouse. Astros didn’t win. Squid Game. Goodbye Bond. Dune is redone. Angelina is Eternal. Astroworld deaths. Meta. Omicron. Three Spidermen. Tornados in December? World Juniors cancelled. Pills against Covid. School opening delayed. And Betty White dies. 2022… my expectations are ridiculously low…

2022

Wow… eight billion people. Queen Elizabeth II passes away after ruling the Commonwealth before dirt was invented. The monkeypox. Russia plays the role of global asshole. Wordle. Mother Nature rocks Afghanistan. Hover bike. Styles spits on Pine. Olivia Newton John, Kristie Alley, and Coolio leave us. Pele was traded to team Heaven. FTX implodes. Madonna and the 3-D model of her vagina. Pig gives his heart to a human. Beijing can brag that it is the first city ever to host both the Summer Olympics and Winter Olympics. Uvalde. $3 trillion Apple. Keith Raniere gets 120 years. The Whisky War ends with Canada and Denmark going halfsies. Mar-a-Lago. Nick Cannon brood hits a dozen. Shinzo Abe is assassinated. Inflation goes through the roof (if you can actually afford to put a roof over your head). Volodymyr Zelensky. European heat wave. Bennifer. Salman Rushdie is stabbed on stage, Dave Chappelle tackled, and Chris Rock is only slapped. Thích Nhất Hạnh. Heidi Klum goes full slug. Cuba knocked out by Ian. Liz Truss and 4.1 Scaramuccis. Taylor Swift breaks Ticketmaster. Human shitstain Elon Musk ignores helping mankind and buys Twitter instead. Riri becomes a mommy. NASA launches Artemis 1. Trump still a whiny little bitch. Music lost Loretta Lynn, Christine McVie, and Meat Loaf. Democracy died at least three times. Pete Davidson continues to date hottest women on the planet. Microplastics in our blood. Alex Jones is a cunt. So is DeSantis. Argentina wins the World Cup. Meghan and Harry. Eddie Munson rips Metallica in the Upside Down. tWitch. Roe vs Wade is overturned by the micro dick energy of the Supreme Court. CODA. James Corden shows he is a "tiny Cretin of a man". Amber (and the shit on the bed) Heard (round the world). Sebastian Bear-McClard proves he’s one of the fucking dumbest men alive. Latin America's ‘pink tide’. Anti-Semitic rants by Ye. Bob Saget. A verified blue checkmark. Godmother of punk Vivienne dies. And, Tom Cruise feels the need for speed yet again. 2023… whatcha got for us?!? Nothing shocks me anymore.

[neptoons1998]

Runaway Ginerbread

A/N: this is a work in progress.. I wanted to know what y'all think. This is for my Christmas special fanfic.

Tag gang: @mal-urameshi @s0lam33y @xchoxix

Summary: Riri wants to her dad this Christmas. A win for a win.

Chapter 1: Sugar Cookies 

Riri knew what she wanted for Christmas this year. The young seven years old girl waited in line to see the man who make her wish come true. Her mom, Auntie Ayo, and Auntie Aneka were around somewhere in the store. Far for Riri to feel like a big kid but not too far if she need help with something. Afterall Riri was going to have for own private meeting with one special person. And that special person was Santa Claus. Father Christmas if you want to be formal.  And St. Nick to his friends. 

Riri bit her lip as she waited for her turn there was three more kids ahead of her. 

“Neverous?” Riri turned her head to see a large man with tattoos on his arms. If riri was any other kids she would cry and ran to her mama. But she dealt with scary looking people, like her Auntie Ayo. 

“Aren’t you too big to be an elf?” Riri questioned the tall man. She knew she was being rude, but this guy was making her lose her focus. 

The man gave a smirk, “Yeah, but the benefits are wonderful. Nice healthcare and pension in the North Pole.”

“I guess Santa needs someone in tall to help take of the reindeers,” Riri nodded along with the man’s knowledge. 

Santa Claus gave a cherry smile at Riri, “Now how can 

“Just a couple of things, but we already discussed in my letter,” Riri waved her hand as she twisted on her fingers together, “I just wanted to add one more thing.”

Santa gave a laugh, “Sure what else you want to add?”

“I want to see my dad,” Riri rushed out her courage was quickly dwelling as she talked to the man who can make her dreams come true. Santa looked like he ate a sour lemon.

“Y-you can’t do it can you?” Riri questioned.

Santa sadden he made a child sad, “I wish I could but my magic is for things not people.”

Riri was mad at herself for not thinking about that. Santa is known for making kids dream come true by dolls and toy trains. Not poeple. And certainly not dads.

Riri slipped herself the couch feeling very embarrassed, “ Well thanks anyway Santa. The newest lego sets will be great.”

Before Santa could say anything Riri raced off to her mama and her aunties. 

“So how did it go talking to the big man?” Auntie Ankea joked. 

Riri shrugged, “It was okay, he got me for the nest lego set.”

“That’s if you’re good,” Okoye replied. 

“I’m always good,” Riri replayed as she wrapped her hand into her mama’s. 

She wanted to find her father. Riri was aware her father wasn’t dead, she asked about if he died by her mom.  Okoye gave her a questionable look to her. 

“No, my pebble. He isn’t dead,” Okoye said to her as she looped her index finger around Riri’s beaded hair. Riri’s eyebrows pinched together.

“Then,” Riri started, “Where is he?” 

Okoye looked like deer in headlights before her mind reboot itself, “You know around.”

“Why haven’t I met him?” Riri asked as her mom slipped on her bonnet for her. If he wasn’t dead, he should know Riri was around, right? Okoye gave her kiss on her forehead. 

“If only it was that simple,” her mother replied, “Enough thinking about that. You have school tomorrow and you know who I have on speed dail.”

“Santa Claus,” Riri mumbled out as she laid her head on her pillow. Her mom gave one more kiss before she turn her light off. 

In the dark Riri could help but let her mind think. Finding her father shouldn’t be that hard. It would’ve been easier if Santa could magical power to find him. Riri was a smart kid, that what her family said.  If she is that smart than she could find her father in no time. She could find  her own dad by herself. She just needed to figure out his name. Based on how sad her mom looked when she asked her about him. Riri couldn’t ask her for help, her next best bet was one of her Auntie Ankea or Auntie Ayo. That why the big man can focus on getting the newest collection of legos she’s been asking for. 

                                 A simple plan for a simple problem. 

[karimwillia]

Part 14

Warnings: Plot

Disclaimer: I needed to add some life and background to Shuri. She is not just an athlete she is a brilliant artist who lost some of her spark. Her meeting Riri who has a passion for tech and helping people. Mix them together we see the Power Couple.

The next morning the smell of bacon fills the air waking Shuri just enough to hear Sha in the kitchen making breakfast. “Wake up you two!” Sharon softly shouts. “You all stayed up too late. Let’s go, we have to start prep for later. So dinner can be on time.” The girls untangle themselves from holding each other groaning. “Ugh do we have too?” Protesting they slowly get up. “Yes you do. It’s not my fault you all were up doing god knows what.” The memories of last night cause them to smile shyly at each other before they go about getting ready for the day.

Shuri purchased them a set of matching hoodies today, it’s just the perfect level corny that is cute. “You two are so adorable, young love.” Sharon serves out breakfast and explains the tasks they each have to get done. “Dove is like Mami. She likes a good matching outfit for pictures.” Sha looks up at Ri. “Oh no! She’s going to torture your future kids I see. It’s ok they can come to Auntie's house.” Shuri is a little offended. “It’s not that bad. They are Champion.” Riri pecks Shuri’s lips as she laughs. “It’s not but it is corny.”

Breakfast ends and the house is all a buzz with the tasks for tonight’s special event being done. There is Christmas music blasting as they sing and dance all about. Shuri and Ri both take any chance they get to hug or touch while they get everything situated in the house. This is Shuri’s first Christmas in Chicago even though she’s lived here all her life. Her family normally travels during the holidays to some island or back home in Congo. She can recall asking to have a normal Christmas all the time as a child. Just like this one but her family was huge on their traditions.

The distinct sound of the front door breaks everyone’s concentration. “Hey can I have a little help?” Ronnie chirps out entering the house with her hands full. Shuri runs to grab the grocery bags. “Morning Ma, how was your shift?” “It was hectic but I made it. Small sacrifice for 3 days off in a row. I see you girls working hard. What is done on the list so far.”

“That is so worth it. So far I have been cleaning all morning but I think I got everything straightened up nicely. Sha is in the kitchen and Ri well she got the decorations put up in no time.”

Walking into the house it really felt like a winter wonderland. The tree is covered in mostly red and gold ornaments mixed with the hand made ones Sharon and Riri have made over the years. The mantle above the fireplace is decorated with garland and lights and there is an extra S stocking this year hanging up. Small gift boxes are starting to appear under the tree. The smell from the kitchen is sweet as Sharon is baking the pies, cakes and cookies. Shuri was in awe of the magical feeling. Considering this is her first time she stepped back to realize her surroundings. She never wants to let this feeling go. Ronnie notices and places a warm hand on Shuri’s back.

This was all part of a huge plan hatched by Ronnie and Romanda. Tonight Shuri doesn’t even know that her own Mother and Big Brother will be here tonight for this dinner. While on the trip Romanda could tell that Shuri was struggling with missing her Father even though she kept the emotion silent. No matter what Romanda knows her child so she called Ronnie to gain some perspective.

Today is her Father’s Birthday and he always traveled to celebrate it. Romanda kept that alive after his death just to give them some normalcy even though it was just a sad reminder. This year it was not possible to go anywhere because Shuri wanted to be at home for Riri. Ronnie suggested that maybe Shuri needed to do something new to keep her mind off of things. So they allowed the girls to have this time together to give Shuri her first Christmas at home. It seems to be working. Her mood is much lighter.

Riri comes up behind Shuri hugging her and greets her Mom. “Hi Mami! How is my tree?” Beaming a look at the girls Ronnie is grateful. “It is a beautiful tree Baby. But I like how Shuri is getting my hug. Panther, are you trying to take my Baby?” With a face Riri lets go and hugs her Mom. “Sorry Mami, I couldn't help it.” Shuri chimes in. “Ma I just need you to know I never would do that. I am willing to share her.” Ronnie lightly hits Shuri walking out of the room. “Good answer. Because once she’s yours completely, no take backs.”

“I promise she’ll be mine forever.” The grin on Shuri’s face is so bright. Did she just say forever? Riri looks at her when she turns around and smirks. “You better mean that.” “I do. Here I’ll even promise you right now.” Shuri holds the gaze as she sticks out her pinky to Ri. Hooking their pinkies. “I Shuri Udaku promise Rihanna Williams you will be mine for the rest of my life and yours.” She then kisses her thumb. “You are so corny Dove.” Ri played it off but that was so sweet. They get up laughing and finish up everything for the night.

Dinner time was approaching fast meaning last touches to the table where set. Then everyone had to freshen up according to Mrs Williams dress code for the night. Cream, Black and Gold is the required color scheme for the evening. The smell of soul food and baked goods in the air makes everyone hungry. The doorbell rings as everyone’s expected guests are starting to arrive. M’Baku, Aneka and Ayo, MJ, Sharon’s “best friend” Quinten, and Allison arrive right in time to mingle. As they mingle the final plate is set to the table signally the start to dinner. “Alright everyone, let's choose our seats.” Ronnie announces and the group files into the dinning room. “Mrs Williams, this food is ig worthy.” MJ says, snapping pictures of the beautifully appetizing dishes.

“Thank you M just a little something I threw together. Please bow your heads for grace.” Ronnie starts “Heavenly Father we come to you in thanks. For the food, friends and family surrounding us.” With the distraction, Romanda, and Okoye join the table. Okoye’s voice was smooth and warm as she continued the prayer. “Also for allowing us to be able to give and have love in this season. Amen.”

Shuri’s head shoots up; she can’t believe it; she tears up running to hug her cousin. Riri is surprised, also walking to hug Shuri’s Mother. “Ma how did you?” Romanda embraces Riri warmly, smiling. “Us Mothers can never reveal our tricks.” Okoye rubs Shuri’s back and wipes her tears. “Hey there Little Panther.” “Cousin, how did you get time off?” “Mère pulled some strings so I could be here with you.” Okoye is the only person that after Baba passed who didn’t baby her. She pushed Shuri to keep going and make Baba proud. Then she became Shuri’s first Basketball and Track coach. Okoye was holding onto Shuri. “Hey Oko I love you if you smell this food. We need to catch up later.” They make it back to their seats and enjoy the holiday meal as loved ones.

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[ryqoshay]

Happy Life: Playing Christmas

Primary Pairing: YohaRiko Words: 582 Rating: G Time Frame: Early in college Prompt: Serene

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Author's Note: Primary entry for the 25th

Summary: Yohane wants to listen to Riko play Christmas music

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Yoshiko wanted to run to get home faster. It was the first day of December. And that meant it was the Christmas season. And sure, the holiday was fun, but it also meant Christmas music. And sure, she didn’t have and special love for the genre over any others, but there were a lot of piano pieces. And that meant private performances by Riko.

“I’m home!” Yoshiko announced, closing the door behind her and removing her shoes.

“Welcome back.” Riko replied from somewhere within the apartment.

But not just anywhere, it sounded like Riko was already in the music room. It was a special, sound proofed room the apartment’s prior tenant had created which now allowed Riko to play her piano whenever she wanted. And it was one of Yoshiko’s favorite parts of living with the redheaded pianist.

“Hey, Yocchan.” Riko greeted as Yoshiko entered the music room.

“No need to get up, Riri.” Yoshiko replied. “I’ll come to you.”

Yoshiko did as she said she would and moved across the room to where her girlfriend was sitting. She then stooped down for a welcoming hug and kiss.

“Good timing.” Riko said with a smile as Yoshiko righted herself. “I was just about to start practicing for the Christmas concert.”

“Can I stay as listen?” Yoshiko asked, despite already knowing the answer.

“Of course.” Riko’s smile grew. “Yocchan knows she is my favorite audience member and is welcome any time.”

Yoshiko felt a gentle warmth spread through her chest. No matter how bad her luck afflicted her throughout the day, she knew she could rely on Riko to say or do something to calm her. Even simple little affirmations like what had just been said had an almost healing effect.

Yoshiko moved to sit in her favorite spot. Once she had settled, Riko began to play.

Immediately, Yoshiko cocked her head to the side. Was she really hearing what she thought she was hearing? It… it couldn’t be. There was no way Riko was playing that song for a concert. She was just playing this for her girlfriend’s sake… right?

Well, no matter the reason. Yoshiko couldn’t help bobbing her head and tapping her fingers along with the playful piano presentation of Making Christmas.

“I thought Yocchan would like that one.” Riko said when the last chord faded.

“I love it.” Yoshiko confirmed.

“I’m glad.”

“But, I’ve never heard it like that before.” Yoshiko admitted. “Did you find the sheet music somewhere line or something?”

Riko shook her head. “I actually wrote my own version. I thought it would be a fun way to fulfil an assignment.”

Ah, it was for a class.

“But I ended up liking it so much I asked if I could perform it for our concert this year.”

Wha…?

“I knew Yocchan would be in the audience this year so…” Riko trailed off as pink dusted her cheeks.

“Riri you…”

“As I said, Yocchan is my favorite audience member.”

Yoshiko stood, stepped over to her girlfriend and draped herself over her back to hug her from behind. “Thank you, Riri. It's a wonderful gift.”

Riko touched her girlfriend's arm. “I didn't really mean it as a gift, just something I though you would enjoy.”

“And I do, that's why I'm thanking you.”

“I have a couple other pieces to play as well.”

“Alright.”

Yoshiko went back to her spot. Moments later, she was losing herself into a zen like state as serene seasonal songs filled the room.

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Author's Note Continued: Still getting mileage out of Yohane liking the Nightmare Before Christmas.

Also, Christmas was the prompt from '21 and Heal was from '22.

[othcrside]

After spending half her life in the system, Marisol had developed a warmth for each and every holiday celebrated by the families she was placed with — the nicer ones, at least. That meant that, alongside Hanukkah, events like Christmas (or Yule, depending on who she was speaking to) and Kwanzaa were treasured by the young witch. Which is why she was always excited to participate in the activities hosted during that special time of year. Building gingerbread houses was a personal favorite, however, as it was the only booth where you could eat what you'd assembled, and if Marisol loved anything, it was a sweet treat. So, in her ugliest Christmas sweater and a pair of reindeer antlers, she made herself comfortable at the table and began plotting what kind of creation she had in mind. After surveying the tools at her disposal, she decided on a cozy cabin; albeit may just have been a form of her manifesting the real thing in her life, still, what better time of year to make wishes and wait for them to come true? She was extremely concentrated on gluing the walls together with thin strips of white icing, her brown eyes narrowed so she could be as precise as possible while assembling the bare bones of the small house.

Once snapping out of her daze she realized she was missing a crucial component in what she needed in order to bring the cabin to life: chocolate chips for the roof shingles. She cursed loudly before catching herself, earning a few glares from parents that were shadowing their children's work. After offering an apologetic smile, she slid out of her seat and made quick work of locating whoever was in charge of the table. Her eyes fell upon a familiar figure who she had recognized as one of her coworkers, and a bright smile lit up her features as she approached the other. "Riri!" she exclaimed, having no real clue if she appreciated such nicknames. "I didn't know you were the woman in charge here. Wow, that looks sick," she complimented the psychic as she leaned over so she could get a better view of the chapel being assembled. "I could help you with the sugar glass if you point me in the direction of the chocolate chips?"

WHERE: DIY pop-up shoppe at rabbit creek; gingerbread house building table WHEN: 17th december, daytime WHO: anyone! ( @anchoragestarters ) CAP: none for now! (might cap later if i feel overwhelmed)

On paper, this had seemed like the perfect opportunity for Rika. She'd been wanting to reach out more, to try and take part in the living breathing community of Anchorage instead of living as a shadow behind the beaded curtains of her room at the Raven House. The popup had a wonderfully festive atmosphere and the air seemed to Rika as though it hung thick with the excitement and curiosity of its guests and volunteers. As expected, the gingerbread station smelled pleasantly of sugar, spice and (of course) everything nice. This volunteering spot required a few things, of course; a hint of craftiness, a dash of creativity, a generous sprinkling of baking talent and a heaped spoonful of patience. These were standards Rika could meet easily enough, even if the patience required just the smallest stretch of extra effort. She'd known from the start that she would be a little out of her depths, lacking much experience with gingerbread houses due to their lack of a cultural presence during the holiday back home, but she'd gotten the hang of things quickly enough.

That wasn't exactly a good thing. Rika was good at getting carried away, at getting far too invested in the house she was putting together, and she may have gotten distracted from her role of guiding others through their own gingerbread creations. It was only her view of her work was darkened by the shadow of another person that she finally broke free from her spiced reverie. "I'll be with you in just a moment," she said by way of apology, whipping her head up with such abrupt speed that several locks of hair broke free from their loose ponytail binding. "I'm just trying to turn this...hmph, sugar glass into a window for my church." She grunted a little as she spoke. It was tricky work. Still, just as Rika said, there sat on the table before her an overly complicated little gingerbread chapel, still half-built. "Did you need any help? After all, that's what I'm here for!" A pause, and she tucked her hair back behind her ear. "Sorry, I guess I haven't made that very obvious so far, have I?"

[asvterias]

𝖬𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 ~ 𝖱𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗌

𝗋𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝗑 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄!𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

the indistinguishable feeling of light pecks of kisses on your cheek caused you to stir gently, a frown forging on your face, aggravated at the interference. regardless of the ongoing circumstance, your eyes remained closed up until, you felt a weight shift on top of you before they resumed their attacks of kisses all over your face, deliberately dodging your lips.

groaning softly at the intruder as you shuffled slightly trying to shake them off of you. your sleep schedule would not change for anybody and that was non-negotiable.

presumably, it could’ve been your girlfriend riri, but that was impossible, knowing that she was undisputedly on a different continent, typically occupied with homework and projects.

due to your time spent apart, you yearned for her voice, touch, and just in general, you missed her presence. in addition, she was loaded with homework, so popping up for a surprise visit wasn’t an option.

the last time that you’ve seen your beloved girlfriend was on a hologram screen, exhaustion displayed all over her beautiful facial features as she hoarsely notified you about her day. despite college whooping her behind, she still found time to interact with you everyday, and if not, every two days.

she truly was an amazing girl, was she not?

one of her old hoodies draped over your knees with a pair of shorts to match, nevertheless, it will have to do for now.

with much reluctance, forcing yourself to consciously awaken and open your eyes to behold the glorious sight of your girlfriend, who was in fact, very real and not some figment of your imagination.

“morning, princess,” riri’s tone was laced with amusement as she resumed her peck kisses all over your face while sitting on your lap.

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as she shuffled her hips on your waist, “what are you doing here? i thought that you weren’t supposed to be here till next week?”

supposedly, she was meant to be at her college, currently taking and acing her final exams for christmas, but here she was; laying on top of you, without a care in the world.

“i flew in early with the help of your siblings ‘cause i wanted to surprise you.” she informs you, her hand disappearing underneath the hoodie and roaming freely upward. “it’s always amazing what your girl folks’ can do ‘specially if one of them is the king of the most powerful nation to ever exist.” massaging her thumbs gently over your hardened brown buds and fondled with the plushness of your breasts.

“well consider me surprised.” you replied, sitting upright while your hands still settled onto her waist as she hummed in agreement before leaning over for a kiss.

“mmm…morning breath.” you disregarded her, discreetly blocking her face from your lips.

riri looks at you skeptically, a small grin appearing on her lips, and removed her hands from underneath the hoodie. “does it look like i care, ma?” however, her patience was very limited seeing as she didn’t let you reply, her hands gripped onto your wrists holding them above your head and silencing any upcoming words with a kiss.

impressed by the immediate action, you lightly moan into the kiss as you reciprocated it, softly caressing her face, once her hands retracted away from your restricted hands.

the kiss was tender and sweet, which was very common between the couple, also something that you deeply missed sharing with your intelligent girlfriend.

nothing too lustful or too rushed, it felt just right, full of passion and admiration for each other.

still involved in the kiss as her fingers weaved through your braids, having already taken off the bonnet, which was somehow still surprisingly attached to your head.

starting the day off, it always began with a morning kiss, to be quite frank, the williams girl claimed that it was her good luck charm and essential for her morning starter.

ever since riri ventured into your life, you’ve been soaring in heaven, and well, your family has never seen you this happier.

which you held dearest to your heart was mornings like these, equivalent to peaceful harmonies that you spent with your lover girl.

everything ran smoothly in your relationship to be exact, no huge arguments, just tiny conflicts here and there which were later resolved that same day with many promises and extra quality time together.

withdrawing the fun from dancing her lips amongst yours, she grew greedy and began littering kisses onto your neck. leaving no space unmarked, decorating your poor neck with very noticeable hickeys, triggering light pants from you.

biting, licking, kissing, or sucking to sprawl a reaction out of you was satisfiable enough for her. it’s been so long since you two last physically saw each other and riri wants to make up for the lost time.

when she nipped directly behind your right ear, causing your low groans to transform into a high octave, she was certain that she unleashed your sweet spot once again.

looks like she didn’t lose her touch after all.

“how about we make this morning more enjoyable?” riri smirks, pulling away from the abused neck consumed with dark brown hickeys and slowly slithered further down your body below your torso. “what do you say, princess?”

keeping her eyes locked onto yours as her deft fingers played with the waistband of your panties, edging you on as a pathetic tiny whimper draws from your mouth. your submissiveness earned a dry chuckle from the girl beneath you.

it wasn’t long till riri found a tiny damp patch on your panties. “i could tell someone else missed me, as well, isn’t that right, princess?” her sexy voice alone was adequate to make your panties completely damp and your pussy aching for her wonderful touch to which only she can fulfill.

complying to her inquiry, you tentatively nodded, somehow already impatient by her lack of attentiveness to your lower region. your body radiated all of the lust that you could’ve mustered, in hopes of riri actually assisting to your needs.

“don’t worry, ma. imma make you feel real good,” she promises, giving your clothed cunt a tender kiss making you buck involuntarily.

“please…riri,” you begged, your irises coated with utter desire. “please just touch me.”

in bed, titles meant nothing to your girl and she would degrade you however she feels to do so. just because you are princess [name] udaku, you’re also being secretly called pillow princess or my little slut by yours truly.

it wasn’t embarrassing on your part, you loved her being in control, knowing that she is the only one to put you in your place and she used that to her advantage as best she could.

was it justifiable to publicly humiliate you when surrounded by your family, also extensively aware of your image and status that you strongly upheld for your nation? of course not.

but did riri care? not one ounce of fucking regret.

in her case, you were being a brat and she had to put you in your place, no matter the circumstance. if her eyes ever drifted onto a secluded spot, best believe that she’s taking you then and there, being completely ruthless to your pussy.

soon enough, she discarded your undergarment and instantly got to work, trust me, when riri declared that she’ll make you feel good, she meant goddamn business.

‘cause of course, whatever her babygirl wants, her babygirl gets; nothing gets more simpler than that.

the rest of the morning resonated of constant moans and whimpers as a result of riri’s head being between your thighs. bast, you always wished for mornings like these, and now that dream is a reality. seems like your prayers were being answered in the most angelic way possible.

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[abimess]

An Unforgettable Christmas Trip

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

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Summary: Being the son of divorced parents, Billy has never experienced a Christmas with his whole family. A whimsical plan may solve not only this wish but also the dormant ones of both his parents.

Warnings: angst with happy ending || Word count: 12.591

Pronouns: she/her

Okay this is just gigantic hahaha but I liked it a lot, I hope you like it too

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For some, Christmas was not always like those in the movies. For Billy, there was no family gathered around the table, sharing love and gifts; rather, each Christmas was spent in a different place, one time at one mother's house, one time at another.

Not that the boy didn't love his Christmases. In fact, he loved the holiday and he loved his families even more.

But what the boy would really love is the opportunity to spend Christmas with both his parents, together. At least once.

So Billy, with the help of his Uncle Pietro and Aunt Natasha, put into practice his ingenious plan that had everything to work out... Or not.

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"What's up kiddo, how was the last day of school?"

You and Billy walk back to the car side by side, his backpack in your hands while the boy carries some Christmas cards in his with a bit of difficulty.

"It was great." He replies happily as you help him with his seat belt and you smile, "Riri invited me to her house for the weekend."

"Oh, that's nice." You say, getting into the driver's seat and driving back home. "Yeah, but I can't go. I'm going ice skating with Mom and Aunt Jean."

"Aunt Jean, huh? Are they close?" You scold yourself before the question has even finished coming out of your mouth, but it seems that everything to do with Wanda has a way of sending away all your self-control. Even after all these years.

"I think so." The boy replies, distractedly playing with a Darth Vader doll he had left in the car this morning. "But not really, I asked mom if she likes Aunt Jean as she liked you and she said no."

"Is that so?" You ask in amusement, smiling at the boy's innocence. Billy doesn't seem to realize that he has said too much. "Mhm, she said she only liked you like that."

Your heart gives an immediate flip to that information. It has been nine years since you and Wanda divorced and that information is only not surprising to you because you feel the same way.

In your case, you have never been able to love anyone else because your heart has always been Wanda's. You wonder whether it's the same with her, or whether your relationship was traumatic enough to prevent her from trying something with other people. Clearing your throat, you push those thoughts away.

"Okay, that's enough, now. Your mother wouldn't like to know we're talking about her." You say looking at Billy through the rearview mirror, but the boy doesn't even react, his eyes glazed over at the doll in his hands. "What do you want for dinner?"

"Pizza!" The excited shout echoes through the car, his eyes flying up to meet yours through the rearview mirror. "Wow, that was very lively." You comment with a chuckle, "Okay, I guess we can order pizza."

Billy celebrates in the back seat and you smile lovingly at the scene. You continue the quick ride home in silence.

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A few hours later you and Billy are sitting at the kitchen table, both of you already bathed while you eat your dinner.

You chat some more about school or whatever subject Billy brings up, from scenes from movies or cartoons he likes to theories about how there are dinosaurs living in space. You listen to it all wholeheartedly.

After a while, however, you become silent. You notice that Billy is pensive, barely touching the slice of pizza on his plate. Before you can ask, he's speaking. "Mama?"

"Yes, dear?" You respond tenderly, giving him your full attention. "Is it okay if I spend Christmas with you?" he asks and you smile confused since this year the boy was supposed to spend Christmas with Wanda. "Of course, my love, but what does your mother think about that?"

"She doesn't mind." He answers simply, "I asked her, she said it's okay since you do it for her all the time." He explains and you nod slowly.

In your shared custody, you have determined that each week Billy will stay with one of you. As for the holidays, you usually took turns.

In the early years of the divorce things were more complicated, you and Wanda avoided each other like the plague, and any opportunity to not see each other was welcomed by both of you.

But as the years went by, and the hurts and resentments went away, being relieved by the filter of maturity and replaced by longing, you tried to reconnect.

Nothing much, just spending a few dates together, like Billy's birthday, for example. Wanda, however, didn't think the same way.

The redhead, besides blocking any of your attempts, spoke to you as little as possible and always on subjects that could not be discussed with anyone else. In time, you also stopped trying.

But you would always have a soft heart for Wanda, that is something you would never be able to hide.

Wanda, as a professor of 'Television: History and Culture' at New York University, works too much and misses a few holidays now and then.

You know that the redhead loves her son deeply, as much as you do. So, having a more flexible work schedule than hers, you end up giving up some of your holidays to her, even if you have already made plans for the day.

You know she feels grateful for that, even if she doesn't show it, and that's enough.

"Well, I'm glad we're spending Christmas together, son. But may I know why?" you ask curiously, but trying to make it clear that you are more than happy to spend Christmas with him, and Billy smiles shyly before answering. "I wanted to go to Westview this year."

Westview is one of the most famous Christmas Towns in the United States. The entire town looks like it was taken straight out of a movie. With its whimsically decorated streets, events, and activities, the place is a true winter wonderland.

"Uncle Pietro offered the trip, but mom couldn't go because she'll be working so I asked her to go with you and she let me. Billy casually explains and you blink a few times in confusion.

"Oh-oh, easy there, what did you say? Pietro offered the trip?" you question in disbelief, but the boy nods with determination and you take a deep breath. "Look, kid, it's not that I don't believe you, but I'm gonna need to call him to confirm this, okay?"

"Okay." He agrees nonchalantly, and you look at him for a moment, suspiciously. The whole thing was very strange, to say the least.

"Can I play video games now?" The kid asks as he finishes the slice of pizza he was eating. "Sure, kid." You agree and giggle as the boy immediately gets up with a grin from ear to ear on his face and rushes off to his room.

"But brush your teeth first!" You shout and when you get a confirmation of the same tone, you smile.

After cleaning up the mess and putting away the leftover slices of pizza in the refrigerator, you decide to call Pietro to confirm what Billy had said during dinner.

With Wanda avoiding you almost every chance she got, Pietro became the main intermediary between the two of you. As a result, naturally, the two of you have grown closer over the years.

So the conversation is relaxed and pleasant, and your former brother-in-law confirms his nephew's exact words, much to your surprise.

He says that Billy has spent the entire last week talking about Westview and he, sympathetic to the boy's wishes, has decided to give the trip as a gift to him.

The initial idea was that he would go with Wanda since he would be spending this Christmas with her. But the redhead would be involved in a new project at the University until the 24th and would not be able to go. So the arrangement was that he would go with you.

With all this information confirmed, you then talk some more updating each other on your lives.

You try hard not to ask about Wanda, but the question slips out anyway. Pietro says she's fine but jokes that you should call and ask her yourself. You just laugh awkwardly at that.

When the call ends you stare at your cell phone, wondering if you should call Wanda or not. Knowing that the redhead wouldn't want to talk to you, you give up. Instead, you decide to distract yourself with some TV.

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Today is Sunday the 13th. Tomorrow is the day that Wanda would leave Billy with you and see him only the following Monday. The routine has been the same for nine years now, but the redhead always felt a twinge of longing for her son.

As on every Sunday, Wanda prepares a snack, cake, and treats that she knows her son loves. The two sit down at the kitchen table when everything is ready.

Instead of chatting, as usual, Wanda notices her son quieter, eating quietly as his attention wanders often.

"What are you thinking about, Billy?" she asks curiously, a gentle smile on her lips, and Billy raises his eyes to her. "Christmas." He answers and she smiles broadly. "Oh yeah? What about Christmas?"

"I wanted to go to Westview with you." The boy confesses and Wanda's eyes widen slightly in surprise. "I was talking to Mama and she said it was a great idea. She even said she would give the trip to me as a Christmas present."

"How's that?" Wanda asks, blinking a few times at how quickly that conversation escalated. That wasn't surprising, though, you've always been very... generous with your money, in the redhead's eyes. In fact, Wanda has been annoyed by this several times, thinking that you were just trying to show off.

"It's true! Mama and Aunt Nat have organized everything. We're going on the 19th!" The boy announces excitedly, and Wanda feels a twinge in her heart at that. "Oh, my love," she says apologetically, "I'm sorry, but I can't make it that day, I won't be in New York."

It's just bad luck that the trip was scheduled for the exact weekend that she would be out of town at a film event to accompany her advisee student. Wanda wonders if this was indeed a coincidence, but quickly dismisses the thoughts. There is no way you could have known about this.

"I know! I told them. Aunt Nat thought about it too, she said she was going to take me." Billy tells and Wanda knits her eyebrows together in disbelief. "Your aunt is going to make a four-hour drive just to drop you off at a hotel?"

In response, the boy nods eagerly and Wanda takes a deep breath, running her hands through her hair as she thinks. "Okay, darling, this is all very confusing. I'll have to discuss this further with your aunt, okay?"

Again Billy nods and Wanda nods too, an assuring smile on her lips. "Good. Go shower now before it gets late."

The boy then thanks his mother for the snack with a kiss on the cheek and Wanda watches him walk away with a tender smile on her lips.

With her head full of thoughts, the woman devotes herself to organizing the kitchen.

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In the living room, Wanda paces back and forth.

All this talk about traveling is very confusing and even suspicious. She needed to talk to the adults involved to fully understand what was going on.

After staring at your contact several and several times, the redhead gives up.

Her relationship with you was quite complicated and more complicated than that only her feelings. With all these years, Wanda imagined that what she felt for you would pass away, would be lost with time.

Instead, the feeling seemed to increase, to the point of making it unbearable just the thought of interacting with you. With all the mixed feelings and complicated history between the two of you, Wanda thought that keeping you away was the best thing to do. And that is exactly what she did, exactly what she would continue to do.

So she looks up the contact on the list and brings the cell phone to her ear. When the person on the other end of the line answers, she says, "Good evening, Natasha, it's Wanda here."

"You don't have to say that, dear, your number is saved on my cell phone," Nat says with amusement and the redhead just giggles shyly. "So, Billy was telling me about a trip you and Y/n organized."

"Yeah, it was Billy's idea, actually, and you know how that one does everything for that boy. But Y/n is terrible at organizing trips, so I stepped in." Natasha tells with humor, but Wanda is still just as confused. "Right... About the ride there-"

"Oh don't worry about it! I'll be working around the area. You know the Wakanda Indian Reservation?" Natasha asks and Wanda hums a confirmation. "There's having suspected embezzlement of public money there. I'm finishing up a case here in the city, but I'm going there right after. I was going to leave on Friday, but I can delay without any problems. That fits in with your schedule, doesn't it?"

"Yes, but... Are you sure about this?" Wanda asks hesitantly. She hates to depend on others. "Of course! No problem at all." Nat confirms and Wanda ponders for a moment.

Although this whole situation seems very unusual, the trip was clearly very important to Billy. Besides, it's clear that a lot of planning was put in place to make it happen, she would hate to be the person who messes it up.

"Okay... All right then, Nat, if anything I'll call you again." She answers finally. "No problem! Good night, Wanda!" The former sister-in-law says goodbye, and as soon as she says her goodbyes as well, Wanda hangs up the phone.

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A few hours later, lying in bed after putting Billy to sleep, Wanda can barely close her eyes. She still needs to talk to you.

But since calling you was not an option, she takes the cell phone from the nightstand and types a message.

Hello, Y/n. Are you in agreement with the trip?

Wanda grimaces at the text, not even with her boss is she that formal. But if that's what it takes to keep you away, then that's what she would do. Before she can put her cell phone back in its place, the device buzzes in her hands.

Hey, Wanda! Of course, I'm sure Billy will have a great time =)

She read your message with her heart in her hands, just imagining you saying those words affected her in a way that honestly should be forbidden. She could only be grateful that she hadn't decided to call you.

Ok.

She answers coldly and locks the cell phone. That was enough. As soon as she puts the phone on the bedside table it buzzes again, the screen lighting up with a new notification from you.

Good night!

Wanda stares at the message until the screen goes off again. Instead of answering, she lies down, turning her back to the device. And although she tries with all her might to sleep, she takes a long time to do so.

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Finally, the day of the trip has come, and after lunch, you put your and Billy's luggage in the car. As you go back into the house to get the last of your luggage, you see Billy standing in front of the door, a small backpack on his back and the Darth Vader doll in his hands.

You giggle at the adorable scene and motion with your head for the boy to go to the car. With a huge grin on his face, he does.

"Okay, buddy, ready to spend four hours in a car?" You ask humorously, helping him to put on his seat belt. "Ready!" he replies promptly, making you laugh. "I'm so excited."

"That's great, son! I'm sure we'll have a great time." You assure, getting into the car and starting it. "Me too." He says, looking out the windows in wonder as if that was already part of the great adventure he was about to experience and not his neighborhood. You smile lovingly.

You turn on the stereo then and some generic songs you both like start playing. "Mama!" Billy scolds and you look at him through the rearview mirror in confusion.

"Put on some Christmas songs!" He asks, almost demanding, and you giggle. "Yes, sir," you reply, searching for a Christmas playlist on the music app right away.

To the sound of traditional Christmas music, you make your way to Westview. Focused on the road, you don't notice Billy's accomplished smile.

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Because of heavy snowfall in Ottawa, Wanda's flight is delayed and now she rushes into the hotel, scolding herself for keeping Natasha waiting, even though it's not even her fault.

Running her eyes around the place, Wanda has trouble locating her former sister-in-law and her son, the place being full of families. But not long after, she sees Billy, and upon seeing who is accompanying him, she freezes.

"Wanda..." You let out in a breath, clearly as surprised to see her as she is to see you, and Wanda swallows hard. Soon after, you smile, "You look stunning."

"Hi, Y/n, that's... Highly inappropriate." She scolds, her heart beating dangerously fast inside her chest. What the hell is going on? "What are you doing here? I thought Natasha was coming to drop him off."

"Drop him off? Billy asked to spend Christmas here, me and him. He said it was a gift from Pietro or something." You reply, a confused expression on your face and it is Wanda's turn to do the same.

"Pietro didn't even know we were coming before I told him." She tells you and you grimace, visibly lost with the whole situation. "He said he was going to pay for the trip."

"Well, I heard you were going to pay for the trip. Your sister confirmed it." Wanda says, crossing her arms, and you widen your eyes. "I didn't pay anything." You say but then smile crookedly, looking at Billy beside you. "I think we were set up."

"Billy, what's this all about?" Wanda asks, breathing slowly as she tries to keep her cool. Billy looks down at his feet. "Sorry, don't be mad at me. It's just that every time I spend Christmas with one of you I miss the other. I just wanted to spend Christmas with both of you."

"Hey," you call softly, kneeling in front of Billy and asking with your hand under his chin for him to look at you too, "don't worry, buddy, nobody here is mad at you. We can do this, if it's important to you. Right, Wanda?"

Wanda clenches her jaw in response, her gaze shifting between you and Billy as her mind races at a thousand per hour. This is not good.

"Good afternoon, family, do you have accommodations yet?" A hotel employee approaches before she can answer and you and Wanda nod in confirmation. He then guides you to the counter. "Great, which number is it?"

"7." You and Wanda answer at the same time and the redhead laughs humorlessly. "Oh, that's wonderful."

You look at Billy then, and when the boy smiles innocently at you, you laugh through your nose, shaking your head. What a setup.

After you have settled the reservation issues, a pair of staff members approach you and take the luggage of the three of you with them. When you look at Wanda, she looks almost furious.

"We'd better talk to our siblings about this." She says, walking away immediately afterward and giving you no room to say anything more. You take a deep breath and then turn your attention back to Billy. "Hey, buddy, wait here, okay?"

"Is mom mad at me?" He asks sadly and you smile reassuringly, kneeling in front of him once again. "No, she's not, my love. She's just confused by all this. It's a rather complicated situation, don't you think?"

"I think so." He halfheartedly confirms and you smile once more before standing up. "I'll be right back."

So you stand just far enough away for privacy, keeping your eyes always on Billy, and pick up your phone.

"Nat! Hi! I was about to tell you about something amazing that happened to me, but I think you already know." You say ironically as soon as she answers, and it takes a few seconds for her to do so. "Are you mad?"

"I just want to understand what's going on." You answer honestly, squeezing your eyes shut with your fingers. "What's Wanda doing here?"

"Billy wanted a holiday with you two so we helped." She answers and you frown. "We?" You ask, confused. "Yes, me and Pietro." She answers casually and you laugh through your nose, the pieces falling into place. "What-"

"Look, just take your chance okay?" she interrupts you next, and you let her talk. "You keep talking about her being the true love of your life so are you gonna keep whining or are you gonna do something about it?"

"Very motivating." You complain sarcastically, rolling your eyes. "I know, I'm great. Hang up now and go enjoy the holiday with your family. Good luck." She says and hangs up shortly after. Taking the cell phone away from your face, you breathe heavily.

Meanwhile, Wanda is talking to Pietro, smoke about to come out of her ears. As soon as her brother answers, she snaps. "Pietro? What's this about?"

"Don't hate me." He answers and Wanda lets out a giggle totally devoid of humor. "It's pretty hard not to."

"It was all Billy's idea I just.... agreed," Pietro argues and the redhead scoffs. "If you, a grown man, are trying to shift the blame to a 10-year-old boy I swear-"

"Hey, easy there, sister! I'm just trying to help you out here." Pietro defends himself then and Wanda frowns in confusion. "And how exactly are you doing that?"

"By giving you a chance to be happy again." He answers promptly, but Wanda rolls her eyes. That was ridiculous. "Come on."

"I know you got hurt and it didn't work out, but it's been nine years. You two have changed and you know it." Pietro argues, but Wanda refuses to let his words affect her. She can't. "Give Y/n a chance again. Give yourself a chance."

"I'm only doing this for my son. After this trip, it's over." She answers resolutely and hangs up the phone right away.

When she looks at Billy again, she sees him in the same place, you standing next to him. When her eyes meet yours, you offer her a small, uncertain smile and Wanda clenches her jaw tightly.

This trip would be a disaster.

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The hotel staff guides you to your accommodations. The lodge is arranged in tiny cottages that look very nice and comfortable.

The lights along the way and the snow accumulated on the ground give the whole place an even cozier appearance.

When you arrive at your cabin, you thank the staff and then enter the place. Unlike outside, the room is warm, the heat being provided by the fireplace in the corner of the room.

The interior is all decorated, with Christmas lights and a tree full of ornaments in the corner. The living room has a large sofa facing a TV and a large coffee table, a fluffy rug under them. Next to the door are your luggage.

Spliced into the living room is a kitchen. It's simple, a stove, a refrigerator, and a countertop with some small stools around it. You imagine that it has everything you will need, though.

Wanda seems calmer now. She talks with Billy animatedly, although she completely ignores your presence. At least it's progress, you imagine.

The redhead instructs the boy to take his luggage and organize it in his room. Stepping a little further into the small cottage, you see three doors. One to a bathroom and the other two leading to the bedrooms. That will be a problem.

As soon as you have checked that everything is okay with Billy in his room, Wanda goes into the other room. You decide to follow her.

Just like Billy's room, there is a bed in the center and a huge window overlooking the outside, just snow and forest in sight.

It would be a beautiful sight to behold if you weren't busy trying to sort out the mess your sister and your ex-brother-in-law have put you in.

"Are we going to talk about it?" You ask and it takes a moment for Wanda to turn to you. "There's nothing to talk about." She replies, avoiding your gaze at all costs. "Our son and our siblings set us up, and now we're stuck here until the 26th."

"Look, I know things are complicated between us, but we're already here." You reply, your tone appeasing. "We can cancel this trip. Or we can do it for Billy."

Wanda stares at you then, thoughtful, and you hold her gaze as reassuringly as you can. "For Billy." She answers finally. "And you'll sleep on the couch." She adds firmly, and you laugh through your nose. It was what you expected, anyway.

"No problem, boss." You respond humorously as you walk back to the door. "Don't do that." She says immediately and you look at her, stopping in your spot. "What?"

"You know what." She answers, her voice fragile, and then turns her back to you, busying herself with something else in the room. When the realization hits, you close your eyes.

Wanda used to be a control freak, and to tease her about it you always said "no problem, boss" when she told you to do something. It was an innocent line, it came out without you even realizing it. But it clearly brought back unwanted memories. You would have to police yourself from now on.

Not having anything else to say, you leave the room.

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By the time you have finished organizing everything, it's about 8 o'clock.

You end up arranging your things along with Billy's in his room. You even thought about asking Wanda if you could leave your things there since the closet is bigger. But you immediately dismissed the idea, knowing that the chances of her throwing her suitcase at your head were high.

While Billy is taking a shower, you take a look in the kitchen and find the basics there: some snacks, bottles of water, and soda. When you hear footsteps coming toward the living room, you turn around.

Wanda doesn't look at you, sitting down on the sofa and distracted by her cell phone. She looks beautiful, in casual clothes, and with her hair wet over her shoulders. Before you can say anything stupid, you turn around and go back to rummaging through the cupboards.

Not having anything else to look at in the kitchen, you go into the living room as well, but you sit in the armchair furthest away from Wanda, knowing she wouldn't want you anywhere near her.

The redhead makes a discreet grimace that you can't quite read, but soon returns to her previous posture, and you sigh. That woman is a real enigma.

It doesn't take long before new footsteps are heard, and you smile at the sight of Billy in his dinosaur pajamas, his favorite.

"Hey, buddy, what you wanna do first?" You ask Billy, who sits in the armchair between you and Wanda. "We could watch a movie together!" He suggests excitedly, looking from you to Wanda, and you gulp.

"That's a great idea." You agree, trying with all your might to pretend you're not noticing the anger of the woman in the room. "We could order room service and-"

"I'll get the phone." Wanda interrupts you, suddenly getting up and heading for the bedroom. You look at Billy again, casting him the most encouraging smile you can manage. "Let's go pick a movie then."

A little less than half an hour later the three of you are on the couch, a classic Christmas movie on the TV as you each eat your chosen meal.

The food is good and the atmosphere is nice. And all the time you have to remind yourself that this is not real. This is only a few days trip. After that, Wanda will return to avoiding you at all costs and you will again miss her every moment of every day.

But for now, you allow yourself to enjoy the moment, dangerous as it is, and your eyes constantly travel to the redhead sitting next to you on the couch, only Billy separating the two of you.

Wanda, on the other hand, was well aware of your eyes on her. Even though she tried as hard as she could to ignore it, she could feel your gaze burning her skin. It takes all of the redhead's willpower not to look back, and the two hours of the movie seem to pass like days.

The movie finally ends though, and Wanda sighs with relief that she can finally go back to her room. At the same time, however, a feeling of longing takes over for a brief moment, wishing she could stay with you a little longer. She quickly pushes it away.

"Alright, champ, bedtime." You say, tickling Billy, who laughs out loud, rousing the redhead from her conflicting thoughts. Before you can get up for good, you look at her. "Do you want to put him to bed?"

"No, you can go," Wanda says dismissively and you nod slowly. "Can you two put me to bed? Please?"

"I don't see why not." You reply, looking at Wanda and the redhead gives you a brief forced smile before getting up as well.

After the boy takes care of his nightly hygiene, the three of you head up to Billy's room. As you carry the boy to the bed, Wanda busies herself with turning the night lights on.

By the time you kissed his cheek and wished him your goodnights, The redhead approaches the bed. As Wanda leans in to place a kiss on Billy's forehead, a fond smile on her lips, you can't help but watch her in awe.

"This is already the best trip ever." The kid says with a happy smile and looks between the two of you with sleepy eyes. Wanda forcers a smile, but you can feel her tensing up by your side. "Enough talk now, we have a long day tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, kiddo." You say, tapping his foot lightly before leaving the room. You hold the door for Wanda, but she doesn’t look at you as she passes you by. You try not to be too hurt about it.

You think about inviting her to do something, to watch TV or even to talk again, even though the idea sounds stupid even in your head. By the time you close Billy’s door, however, Wanda is already rushing to her bedroom, disappearing from your sight in a second.

Sighing heavily in surrender, you get ready for bed. Or rather, for the couch.

Seeing Wanda again awakened thoughts and feelings that throughout all these years you have been able to suppress. Now, however, they’re all back, and just being in the same room as her made your heart beat dangerously faster.

She seems to be as far away from this as one possibly can and that alone was enough to make you want to hide everything you’re feeling even more. Even though sometimes it seemed like an impossible task to accomplish.

You finally lay down, but with so many thoughts in mind, sleep takes a long time to get to you.

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The next morning, things are surprisingly better.

Wanda says good morning to you when she sees you in the living room and you take half a second to realize she was indeed talking to you.

During the whole process of getting ready to go to the hotel restaurant, Billy talks about a bunch of things, being the chatty kid he is, and Wanda participates even on the subjects you were actively involved in, exchanging a few comments with you as well from time to time.

You have no idea how so much has changed in just one night, maybe it was indeed a Christmas miracle. Whatever it was, you wouldn't ask, afraid that the redhead would go back to her hostile behavior towards you.

As for Wanda, she was trying. She had barely slept during the night, her mind racing a thousand miles an hour. Too busy trying to protect her feelings, keeping her barriers up, she didn't even notice how it all affected Billy.

At that moment, however, passed the first shock, she did. This trip is important to Billy, he put his mind and heart to it- not to mention his uncle and aunt. The least she could do is play along. It's just a few days, after all, how much harm can it do?

So here she was, keeping you at arm's length, but acting as friendly as she can act.

After having breakfast at the hotel's restaurant, Billy asked to visit the wax museum, and there you went.

Westview is such a small village that you barely see cars in the streets. Everyone seems to go everywhere on foot and that's what you decided to do as well. A little bit after 10 minutes, you get there.

The museum is beautiful and bigger than you expect, considering the surroundings. The place is all decorated with Christmas lights and dolls that move and sing famous carols.

At the beginning of the tour, there are exclusively Christmas figures. But as you wandered into the museums, assorted wax figures began to appear, from celebrities and political personalities to characters from TV series and movies.

"Mom, can I go see the Star Wars figures?" Billy asked excitedly, pulling on Wanda's blouse, and you both giggle. "Sure, honey, but stay close." The kid doesn't even wait for the introductions and is already walking away towards the Star Wars section. You smile.

"He loves Star Wars." You say proudly and Wanda glances at you briefly before looking back at her son. "I know." She says and you smile amused. "He has very good taste."

"He also loves sitcoms, you know?" She retorts with a raise of her eyebrows and you laugh through your nose. "Yeah, I notice you're trying to turn the kid into an old man."

"Oh, shut up." Wanda rolls her eyes at the teasing but smiles as well, and you allow yourself to giggle softly. "I never hated sitcoms, you know." You confess, and Wanda looks at you confusedly. "I kind of liked them."

"You spent our whole relationship pretending to hate sitcoms?" She asks perplexedly and you answer with a shrug of your shoulder. She frowns. "Why?"

"I don't know," you answer, shrugging again, "you always looked hot when you were mad at me." You explain and Wanda takes a deep breath, looking away from you. "Y/n, don't."

"What? I just answered your question." You retort, and before Wanda can scold you again, Billy comes running towards you. "Mom, Mama, look! I made a friend!"

By his side, there's a little girl that's probably the same age as him smiling politely at the two of you. "Hi!" She says shily and you smile as you crouch down in front of her. "Hi, little girl, what's your name?"

"It's Morgan." She answers promptly and you smile at her. "That's a beautiful name," Wanda says, bending down and smiling at the girl as well. "Tell me, Morgan, where are your parents?"

"Morgan!" You all hear a male voice before the little girl can answer, and soon a blonde man approaches you. "I told you to stay close to us!" He scolds but doesn't really sound mad, and the girl smiles apologetically.

"She's just as stubborn as her father." He says, looking at you and Wanda, and you both giggle politely. "Daddy, I made a friend!" Morgan tells, poking her father's leg, and the blonde looks down again.

"Hey, sir." Billy greets as he waves his hand and you smile at your child's cuteness. "Hey, buddy, what's your name?" The man asks tenderly and the boy takes no time to answer, "I'm Billy."

"Nice to meet you, Billy." The blonde says with a smile, looking back at you and Wanda. "Sorry to bother you." He says with an apologetic grimace, but you smile dismissively.

"Not at all, she's a lovely little girl." You say, looking at Morgan again before looking back at the man. "I'm Y/n." You introduce yourself, offering your hand for the man to take, and he promptly does so. "And this is-"

"I'm Wanda." The redhead interrupts, not wanting to go through any awkward moment, and offers her hand as well. "A pleasure to meet you, I'm Steve."

"There you are! I was just about to call security." A second man approaches you, looking at Steve after glancing at the rest of the group, and the blonde smiles. "It's okay, honey, she was in good company."

"That's good to know." The dark-haired man says, shifting his gaze between you and Wanda as he smiles. "Nice to meet you, I'm Tony." He introduces himself and the two of you do the same.

"We should hang out sometime, it's always nice to meet couples like us," Tony says excitedly, but Wanda soon shakes her head. "We're not together."

"Oh." Tony lets out, surprised, and you press your lips together in a small smile. "Well, but the invitation still stands, if you guys want it. The hotel restaurant is very nice, and there's a playground for the kids."

The two kids let out their enthusiastic comments and you smile as you nod. "That sounds nice, what do you think?" You ask cautiously, looking at Wanda. Even though she seems uncertain, she nods. "Sure, it sounds like fun."

"Great! We can meet later, around 8?" The man with the goatee suggests and you and Wanda nod in confirmation. "Sounds great."

With that, the three of them say their goodbyes and leave. You and Wanda keep roaming around the museum, following Billy anywhere he wants to go. Neither of you talk about the dinner after that.

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When the evening comes, the three of you go to the restaurant. The place is completely different from how it was this morning. The tables were rearranged, the decorations are darker, giving the area an air of refinement.

You approach the table Steve and Tony's family are in, and you greet each other again. Soon enough, Billy and Morgan ask if they can go to the playground, and they happily do once you allow it.

When the children are gone, Tony calls the waiter and asks for a bottle of wine and four glasses. You then make some small talk, and the drink doesn't take long to arrive.

"So," the man with the goatee starts, his gaze shifting between you and Wanda, "what brought you here?" He asks with a smile, and you let out a clumsy laugh.

"A trap," Wanda murmurs against the rim of her glass, taking a short sip of her drink afterward. By the expressions of the two men, they don't seem to have heard. "Billy wanted to spend Christmas with the two of us, so we ended up coming here."

"That's nice, divorced parents who are friends," Steve says, and you smile awkwardly. By your side, Wanda scoffs. "I don't know if I would use that word."

"So, Tony, you said you work with cars, right?" You asked right away, trying to change the subject, and it works.

The night goes smoothly after that. You drink, eat and talk. It doesn't take long for you to notice that Tony and Steve are very nice people and you truly enjoy their company.

You don't drink much, but you haven't drunk in a long time, so it doesn't take long for the alcohol to kick in, and you start feeling a little slow.

Wanda is a little quiet at first but begins to loosen up as time goes on. She smiles and laughs, and you have to scold yourself every time for the effect the sound has on you. You're sure you're looking at her like a lovesick puppy, but you can't find it within yourself to stop.

When the kids get tired and want to go to bed, you exchange phone numbers with Steve and Tony before saying your goodbyes. Billy asks to go on your arms and falls asleep before you even get to the exit of the restaurant area.

Once you get to the cottage, you take Billy straight to his bedroom. To your surprise, Wanda follows you and, like the night before, turns on the night lights. Before leaving the room, you kiss the boy's forehead gently, and the redhead does the same.

"Hey," you call softly as you close the bedroom door, and Wanda looks surprised you said something, "you wanna eat something together?" You invite, your brain inebriated by the alcohol.

"We just came back from dinner, Y/n." She retorts, her eyebrows slightly raised at you. "Yeah, right." You say clumsily, and barely acknowledge Wanda's amused little smile. "Well, maybe we could-"

"Goodnight, Y/n." She interrupts you, and you take a deep breath as you nod. "Goodnight, Wanda." You say, trying to disguise your sadness, and the redhead walks to her room.

You only move away when she's no longer in your line of sight.

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The next morning you're woken up by little hands urging you to get up or you'll be late for breakfast.

You smile sleepily, telling Billy that the food isn't going anywhere, but the boy only stops when you stand up.

A little less than half an hour later, the three of you are in the hotel restaurant.

For some reason, perhaps because of the time, the place is full and you have trouble finding a table to sit at. When you finally do, Wanda suggests that you and Billy go ahead while she guards the table.

For the first time she speaks to you looking directly into your eyes and you smile silly as you agree before she even finishes speaking.

You and Billy make your way to the buffet then, and you scold with a smile when you see that the boy is just putting sweets on his plate.

He tries to distract you by asking if you can go skiing later while he puts another piece of cake on his plate, and you smile amusedly, agreeing while pretending not to have noticed the boy's trickery.

As the two of you are walking back to the table, you see a man standing next to Wanda, his hand resting on the back of her chair, and from the look on his face you know he's flirting. Before you know it, you rush to your feet.

"Hey, dear, Billy was asking if- Oh, hi, sir, can we help you with something?" You pretend you have only noticed the man now, forcing a smile at him, and feel victorious as you see his posture change completely. "No, no. Actually, I was just leaving."

As the man quickly walks away from the table, you and Billy sit facing Wanda, and the redhead watches you curiously.

"Why did you do that?" she finally asks, slightly narrowing her eyes at you, and you shrug, deciding to play dumb. "That what?"

"Why did you call me 'dear'?" She asks, raising an eyebrow curiously at you, and you smile dismissively, avoiding her gaze at all costs.

"I don't know. It's just a nickname, Wanda, no big deal." You reply casually as you help Billy with his breakfast. Wanda, however, can see through your pretense and has to contain a small amused smile.

"What was Billy asking for?" She asks then, and you look at her confusedly. "What?" you ask, completely oblivious, and this time the redhead can't contain her smile. "You were saying Billy was asking for something."

"Oh! Yeah, right. He wanted to go skiing later." You say, clearing your throat to disguise the awkwardness, and Wanda hums in understanding, watching you intently.

"Can we go, mom?" Billy asks excitedly, looking at the redhead, who looks away from you to her son with a fond smile on her lips. "Of course, honey, but eat properly, okay?" she instructs and the boy nods, turning his attention back to the food on his plate.

Wanda stands up then, walking towards the buffet. And while she tries to push away the effect that the conversation of a few moments ago had on her, you try not to look at her so often.

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A few hours later, the three of you are at the ski stand, and you place your belongings on the counter while you help Billy with his equipment.

As Wanda signs the permission and liability papers, your phone lights up with a notification, and the redhead's gaze is drawn to it. "Y/n, your phone got a message. Carol Danvers. She says it's urgent."

"Can you see what it is, please? The password is Billy's birthday." You ask, arranging the boy's boots, and Wanda unlocks it. When she is about to open the messaging app, however, the device requires another password.

"For heaven's sake, Y/n, even the messaging app has a password?" She complains as you start working on the boy's other boot. "Do you know what people might do if they steal your phone?"

"And I'm the overthinker." She mumbles then, making you smile as you recall all the times you teased her for thinking too much about everything. "I guess I learned it from you."

"What's the password?" She asks, and you freeze for a moment before answering. "Your birthday." You finally say and Wanda doesn't say a single word about it. Busy with your eyes on Billy, you don't see how the redhead blushes intensely.

"It's about the deadline for your next book." She informs next, showing you the cell phone but refusing to look at you and you look away from Billy's goggles to the device to read your agent's message.

"Okay, I'll call her later. Thanks." You say as you pick up the phone and stand up, and Wanda just flashes you a brief smile in response. You watch her for a brief moment before looking at Billy again.

"Shall we go, kid?" You ask and receive an excited smile in response.

As you walk away from the stand and toward where the other families are gathered, Wanda tries not to think about the whole password situation.

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The three of you have fun together, but eventually, you and Wanda get tired and spend your time just watching the kid ski around.

"Watch out, Billy!" Wanda yells at one point when the boy reaches a slightly higher speed, and you let out a soft chuckle. "Relax, Wanda, he'll be fine."

"Do you know how many ski accidents happen every year?" Is her reply as she crosses her arms in concern, and you smile amused. "No, but I'm sure you do."

"After earlier today, you've lost the right to tease me about my worries." She retorts, making you smile. But, remembering the password incident, you decide it's best not to prolong the subject. The redhead seems to think the same way, as she soon adds, "It's dangerous, that's all I'm saying."

The two of you then share a brief moment of silence, until a memory crosses your mind and you smile to yourself. "Remember when we spent the winter break at my parents' winter cottage after school was over?" You ask and Wanda looks at you with her eyebrows furrowed in questioning.

"We had just started dating," you say, a nostalgic expression on your face that the redhead is unable to ignore, "we all went skiing and I offered to teach you? I was just trying to show off to you." You confess and wait for Wanda to push the subject away as she always does when you talk about the two of you.

Instead, she giggles to herself and you look at her with amused curiosity. Noticing your gaze, the redhead explains, "Okay, look. I didn't really know how to ski, but I wasn't that bad at it. I pretended because I liked the attention you gave me."

Her cheeks are red now. Her eyes seem to sparkle with something other than sunlight, something you haven't seen in a long time. You are hopelessly in love with her.

All these facts that present themselves to you as the words leave her mouth need to be put aside, however. You would need to deal with them alone, in silence. Reality hurts, but it is still reality.

"I know." You decide to say then, shrugging cockily, and Wanda rolls her eyes as an amused smile frames her features. "No, you don't!"

"I do!" You assure her, but Wanda still looks at you in disbelief. "I saw you skiing later with Nat and Monica. I'm a good teacher, but not that good." You say, and all the redhead does is shake her head as she looks away.

As the two of you keep your eyes on Billy, skiing back and forth, you both have silly smiles on your lips. Wanda's, however, falters.

"You know what else I remember about that trip?" she asks, her voice in a different tone this time, almost harsh, and you look at her curiously. "What?" you ask cautiously, and Wanda locks her jaw before answering.

"Us fighting all night for the stupidest possible reason and me going to Pietro's room to cry afterward. We did that a lot." She says, the pain in her words enveloping you and making you want to shove yourself into the snow and never come out. You take a deep breath, but before you can say anything, Wanda turns to your son.

"Billy! Let's go! Time for lunch." She calls out, and as the boy approaches you with an ear-to-ear grin, you realize that there is no more room for conversation.

You risk a glance at Wanda, but she doesn't look at you at any point as she guides the boy back to the stand. With a heavy sigh, you follow them.

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In the days that follow, you and Wanda no longer comment on your past.

Although she doesn't treat you as harshly as before, the redhead again keeps you at arm's length. And even though it hurts you, you decide to respect her decision and keep your distance yourself.

In the middle of the night, Wanda wakes up thirsty and decides to go to the kitchen to solve her problem, since going back to sleep didn't seem to be an option.

Halfway there, she sees you on the couch, sleeping peacefully. The place doesn't look uncomfortable, in fact, the couch is about the size of her bed at home. Still, she should've suggested that you share the bed, each using the room one night. She knows you wouldn't accept it, though, it wasn't like you.

She doesn't even realize that she's watching you sleep while the memories flow into her mind so easily. Of all the times you slept together; all the times she woke up early and traced your features with her fingertips until you woke up with a smile on your face and kissed her on the tip of her nose; or when... Stop.

What's wrong with her? She was taken aback by having to spend all these days with you, and this family-like Christmas trip was making her weak. It was just this.

Blinking away the longing she broke the smile on her lips, continuing on her way towards the kitchen. With her mind still clouded by memories, however, she ends up closing the cupboard door harder than necessary, the sound echoing through the cottage.

Squeezing her eyes shut, Wanda wishes you didn't wake up. But the noises coming from the living room show she's wrong, and the redhead mumbles a curse under her breath.

"Some things never change, you're still clumsy." You say in a sleepy voice, getting up from the sofa and walking to the kitchen with an amused smile on your face.

"And you still wake up at any noise." She retorts as you approach the kitchen counter. It's not my fault if I'm sleeping on the couch, is the first thing that crosses your mind, but you think it best not to say it out loud.

Before your silence, Wanda snort. "What? Are you not gonna be mad at me for waking you up?" She provokes and you swallow dryly, remembering all the times you've been mad at her for the most implausible reasons.

"I've changed a lot, Wanda." You tell, your eyes full of a honesty that Wanda didn't expect to receive right now. "I've worked through my anger issues. A lot of therapy so I can learn to deal with them."

"Billy helped me a lot too, I just want to be a good parent to that boy." You add, looking in the direction of your son's room with a soft smile. When you look back at Wanda again, she's watching you with an indecipherable expression.

"Anyway, I'm sorry." You finish as you let out a deep breath, pressing your lips together in a simple smile, and the redhead knits her brows together. "For what?"

"I let my anger get the best of me back then and I know I hurt you a lot with that. I'm truly sorry." You answer, your voice full of sincerity and guilt that weight heavy on the redhead, making her heart act weird inside her chest.

"It's okay, it's over now." She manages to say it, blinking a few times to push the unfamiliar feeling away, and you flash her a sad smile, "I'm not so sure about that."

"I appreciate the apology, Y/n. But seriously, it's okay. I've done a lot of things I regret, too, and I'm also sorry. I was never perfect." She says, involuntarily putting distance between the two of you.

"You were to me." The words escape your mouth before common sense can prevent them from doing so, and Wanda's eyes widen slightly, her breath catching in her throat.

You think you've crossed the line, and you're sure of it when Wanda looks away. "I'm going back to my room now," she says softly, almost an uncertain whisper, "good night, Y/n."

"Good night, Wanda." You reply in the same tone and match the hesitant smile she flashes you with a wistful one.

Wanda leaves next and as soon as you hear the door clicking you notice the glass of water in the sink, untouched by the redhead.

You sigh heavily then and remain sitting there for long minutes even after she'd walked away.

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To your surprise, your relationship with Wanda does not worsen after that late-night conversation. In fact, things seemed to have improved.

Of course, the probability that this was just you building up expectations was high.

On the 23rd Billy asks to go see Santa Claus and the three of you decide to walk around town after dinner.

At some point during the evening, Wanda gets a call from work and you and Billy wait for her while you admire the window of a nutcracker store.

"Oh my god, Y/n Y/l/n? I'm such a fan of your work!" An unfamiliar voice catches your attention, and you turn in its direction. "I've read all your books."

"Awn, thank you! That's very kind." You thank the blonde, reciprocating her excited smile with a grateful one. "Not at all, you are very talented. Besides, you are much better looking in person." She flirts, and you let out an awkward chuckle.

"Mama, can we go now?" Billy tugs at the sleeve of your jacket, looking as uncomfortable with the interaction as you do. Before you can answer him, the woman is speaking again.

"Awn, is this your son? How cute!" The woman says adorably, leaning down to talk to the boy. "Our son, yeah." Wanda's voice right next to you startles you, but you do your best not to let it show. "And you are?"

"Sharon, Y/n's fan." She introduces herself, extending her hand to Wanda, but the redhead leaves it hanging. The blonde clears her throat then, turning her attention back to you.

"I didn't know you were married, I didn't see a ring." She comments pointedly, and you briefly look away. Busy wishing you could dig a hole in the sidewalk and crawl inside, you don't notice the deadly look Wanda casts at Sharon.

"Well, it was nice to meet you. I can't wait to read your next book." The blonde says politely, and you smile as you nod. "Thank you, same to you." With that, the blonde walks away and you clear your throat in hopes of shaking off the awkwardness of the moment.

As you turn to Wanda and notice her hardened expression, a thought crosses your mind, and you smile amused.

"You didn't correct her." You observe, looking at her with a knowing smirk, and Wanda knits her eyebrows together, her expression still hard. "What?"

"She said I was married and you didn't correct her." You say, the amused smile growing on your lips. "Why?"

Wanda feels her neck heat up considerably at your remark. Rolling her eyes, the redhead crosses her arms, deciding to lie. "It's just boring sometimes, repeating the same thing over and over."

You say nothing, just nodding with an expression of false conviction. Before she can give any sign of how her heart was beating faster at that moment, Wanda turns to Billy.

"What do you want to do next, dear?" She asks, and when the boy immediately says he wants to see Santa Claus, you let out a little giggle.

Taking the boy in her arms, Wanda starts walking as she engages in a random conversation with him, and you join the two of them with a small smile on your face.

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The line for Santa is huge, but Billy is overjoyed at the occasion, so you and Wanda wait patiently along with the other families.

The town seems to get more beautiful every day, and despite the accumulated snow, it's really not that cold.

While you wait, you and the redhead chat about some random subjects, never mentioning what has just happened in front of the nutcracker store, although that is the only thing on your minds.

You notice that Wanda is avoiding your gaze, but you have no idea the reason is that she's trying with all her might to keep her feelings inside and not do anything stupid.

And you try to spend as much time as possible without interacting directly with the redhead, knowing that the chances of you saying something stupid, like that night in the kitchen, were remarkably high.

And amid all the tension that you both hide very well, Billy's turn comes rather quickly, and you both watch the boy with silly smiles on your faces.

"Hello, little boy. A picture with the family?" The old man suggests, looking at you both, and you put your hands in your pockets, looking at Wanda. "You can go, I'll go after." You suggest awkwardly.

"I guess we can go together." She says shyly and you freeze for a brief moment in surprise. But she flashes you a smile that makes you weak in the knees and so you smile too. "O-okay."

You join Billy and Santa and you hand your cell phone to one of the assistants to take the picture. When the picture is taken, the three of you look at it with happy smiles on your faces.

You two then step away from the chair, watching from a few feet away Billy's conversation with the old man.

"Tell me, child, have you been good this year?" The older asks and you and Wanda giggle as Billy nods vigorously. When Santa looks at you both for confirmation, you and Wanda nod as well. "Great, that's great. So, what would you like for Christmas?"

"I'd like to have more days like these." The boy answers honestly, looking between you and Wanda. The redhead swallows awkwardly, but you look at her right away.

"That would be nice." You confess, your eyes locked on hers, and your expression at her is so smitten that Wanda can't help but feel her heart sink.

And suddenly everything is too much.

Everything was already too much, in a way. Having you around was always dangerous, her feelings were never far enough away to allow her to deal with it properly. However, finding out about your feelings for her? That just made everything worse.

Because she knew all too well how this story would end, all the pain and suffering that would come with it. She could not allow herself to go through that again.

"I-I can't do this." She says in a breath, so low that you only hear it because you're standing right next to her. Noticing the redhead's watery eyes, you frown. But the next moment she is turning and walking away.

"Wanda?" You call out, confused, but she continues her quick steps. "Wanda!" You try once more, but just as before, nothing stops the woman from leaving and soon you lose her in the crowd.

Taking a deep breath, you turn back to Billy and the old man. Your heart breaks into a million little pieces at the image of Wanda's crying face. Because of you.

Trying to hide your own tears, you flash Billy a reassuring smile.

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All the way back to the cottage you have to convince Billy that he has done nothing wrong. When you get there, you put him on the couch, telling him that everything will be fine.

Walking to Wanda's room, you take a deep breath before knocking on the door. Receiving no answer, you decide to open it anyway.

Inside, you see the redhead walking from side to side, tears streaming down her face marked by concern, and you feel the worry growing. "Wanda-"

"What are we doing, Y/n?" She interrupts you, "this make-believe is ridiculous!" She says, her voice exasperated as she continues her pacing, and you sigh. "There's no make-believe, Wanda, I love-"

"Don't! Don't you dare finish that sentence!" she interrupts you once again, raising an index finger in your direction, but her trembling chin reveals her true state of fragility.

"It's the truth." You insist, taking a small step toward her, and the redhead scoffs. "And we know how that ended." She retorts with false humor, but you shake your head.

"That was nine years ago." You argue, and facing no interruptions this time, you continue. "Look, I know what we went through. It was hard on both of us."

"But, Wanda, I love you." You go on and it's visible the way Wanda shudders at the words, looking away from you and bringing her hand to her face in a sign of distress. "Even if you don't want to hear it, I love you like I always have. Maybe even more." You confess, a sad little laugh escaping your lips.

Wanda looks at you again and, swallowing hard, you take a step closer to her. I know we didn't work out back then, but if you give us a chance... Maybe we can make it work. Maybe you can fall in love with me again-"

"This could never happen, Y/n," she interrupts you, making your heart collapse inside your chest, "how can I fall in love with you again when I never stopped?" The question comes out almost in a shaky whisper, and you widen your eyes in astonishment.

"But it doesn't matter. All our relationship brought was pain and sorrow and..." She continues, but you're no longer listening, your brain having stopped at the moment she said she loved you too.

With steady steps, you close the distance between you two, your hands pulling her eagerly by the waist as your lips silence her speech with a firm kiss.

Wanda brings her hands to your shoulders intending to push you away, but she gives to the feeling she's been craving for so long in midway. You melt when she matches the kiss, and your grip on her waist loosens when you wrap your arms around her waist.

Eventually, Wanda musters the strength to pull away.

"Stop." She asks but keeps her forehead resting on yours, exhausted, and you breathe deeply as you try to regain the rhythm of your breathing. "We were young, Wanda. Young and stupid." You say, pulling your face away from hers just enough to look into her eyes.

"We changed, a lot. I know you've noticed that too. And if back then I was half as smart as I am today I would've never let you go." You say half-jokingly and the small smile the redhead flashes at you makes you smile too.

"Let me show you how good I can be for you, how good we can be for each other." You say in a pleading whisper, tightening your arms around her to emphasize your words.

"I'm scared." She confesses, her voice becoming shaky again as a few tears trickle down her cheeks. "I know, so am I." You say, bringing your hand to her face to wipe away her tears and smile as she leans into your touch. "But it feels so right, doesn't it?"

"It does." She confirms, but soon her expression sketches fear again. "But I don't want to get hurt again." She lets you know, and you immediately shake your head. "You won't, not if I can help it."

Wanda takes a deep breath at your assurance, nodding faintly. You approach slowly, resting your forehead on hers once more. The redhead allows the touch for a moment, relishing the sensation as much as you do before pulling away.

You watch her take a few steps away from you, your body immediately wanting to touch her again.

"How will Billy feel about this?" She asks then, crossing her arms in that defensive way she always does, and you laugh through your nose. "Oh come on, Wanda, we both know this was his plan with this whole idea of traveling together."

"It's true." A third voice makes itself heard in the room, and you both turn toward the door.

"Billy! What did we talk about overhearing other people's conversation?" Wanda scolds the boy, but all you can do is smile at the scene. "Sorry, mom, but I had to. This is important."

Billy steps forward, looking between you and Wanda as if preparing for the most important moment of his life, and you cross your arms as you smile at him.

"Mama, mom has a box under her bed with all the letters you've ever written to her." He tells you and you turn your surprised gaze to Wanda just in time to see her eyes widen, her cheeks taking on an intense shade of pink. "Billy!"

"And mom, mama carries a picture of you in her wallet that she won't take out for anything." He says and the redhead looks at you in disbelief, but you simply nod. "That's true."

"I may be a kid, but I'm not dumb! You love each other and don't do anything about it, so I had to. Uncle Pietro and Aunt Nat helped me." He finishes his argument with determination, and as Wanda looks at him completely baffled, you let out an incredulous giggle.

Taking a deep breath to regain control of the situation, Wanda smiles fondly at her son. "My love, will you please come back to the living room so your mother and I can talk?"

Billy looks at you uncertainly, but you cast an assuring smile at him, so the boy nods and leaves the room.

Alone again, you turn to Wanda, but it takes her a moment to look back at you.

"What's the picture?" She finally asks, her tone low. Instead of answering verbally, you pull your wallet from your pocket and hold out the item to her.

Wanda can't help the small smile that forms on her lips when she sees the small picture, the two of you cuddled on the couch in her house when you were still in high school.

"Still the same one?" She asks, raising her eyes to you, and you smile as you return your wallet to its original place. "I wouldn't dare throw it away." You say honestly, and the redhead lets out a soft giggle.

"My god, Y/n, this is insane." She says, looking away and shaking her head, and you laugh through your nose. "I know. This picture is so old," you agree, approaching her slowly, and Wanda looks at you again, "we need a new one."

"What do you think?" You ask with slight hesitation, which goes away the moment Wanda smiles at you. "I think I agree."

With that you let out a contented laugh, closing the distance between the two of you and kissing her once more.

This time, however, Wanda matches it immediately, placing both her hands on the sides of your face while yours find her waist, the place you think they should never have left.

The kiss is slow this time, lacking the urgency of the previous one, but of even greater intensity, causing your hair to stand on end and a shiver to run down Wanda's spine.

And as you smile against each other's lips, neither of you can think of a time in the last few years that you have been as happy as you are now.

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The next evening you go to the common open area of the hotel, where other families are gathered to watch the fireworks show.

Although you and Wanda have decided to take things slow, the redhead doesn't untangle her arm from yours at any time, and you have a constant smile on your face because of it.

The happiest of you all is undoubtedly Billy, who looks at you and Wanda together very often, always smiling at you.

Enjoying your time together, you hardly notice midnight approaching, and before you know it you are making the countdown.

You hold Billy in your arms the entire time, and when the countdown reaches zero, you and Wanda deposit a kiss on either side of the boy's cheek, making him laugh.

"Merry Christmas!" He says excitedly, and you smile. "Merry Christmas, my love." Wanda, says, stroking the boy's cheek, and you admire her for a second before turning your gaze back to your son. "Merry Christmas, champ."

"Should I make a wish?" he asks, and you giggle. "If you want to, of course." You say, and the boy assumes a thoughtful posture for a while.

"I don't think I need to, I already got what I wished for," Billy says, looking from you to Wanda, and you laugh through your nose in amusement. When you look at Wanda, she is already looking at you.

You watch the lights in the sky for a while, but soon a voice from your right catches your attention.

"Billy! Do you want to go play by the reindeer?" Mogan asks excitedly, just before greeting you and Wanda. "Can I go play with Morgan?"

"Sure, honey, but don't go too far, okay?" Wanda instructs and you put him down, "Yeah, stay where we can see you." You add, but the boy is already far away with his friend.

Wanda watches the two children play with a fond expression, and you watch her with a lovesick one. When the redhead notices your eyes on her, she turns to you.

"What?" she asks amidst a giggle, her cheeks taking on a rosy hue at the intensity of your gaze, and you can only find her even more beautiful.

"Merry Christmas." You say softly, unable to express all the things she makes you feel. Wanda seems to notice this, as she bites her lip in a smile, leaning in next and giving you a tender kiss on the lips that makes your whole body relax.

"Merry Christmas." She replies in the same tone as the kiss ends, and you smile as you deposit a gentle kiss on her forehead.

You and Wanda go back to watching the celebration around you, families together and Christmas lights everywhere.

And as she rests her head on your shoulder, there is no doubt, it is the most wonderful time of the year.

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#Day 9: A Christmas attempted murder (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

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“Feeling a Lil’ Festive Lately”

Helloooo, I know it’s been a while since I had a milestone event, but as crazy this year has been, since it's the 16th everywhere, I’m so excited to celebrate my birthday and this holiday season with y’all <3 Whether you know me as Shyna or Aisha, or even by one of my OCs xD, and have in some form, supported my works, and me, I want to thank you all ^_^ So, this is how it will go:

Slots: (3/28); followers get to enter once, mutuals multiple times Event lasts till the 31st of December, 2022

Who is this applicable for: Character x Reader, Selfships... and OCxCanon ships :D (Maybe it’s an excuse for me to write for my OC on my main blog xD but yeah)

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Status: OPEN | CLOSED

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A Perfect Gift

Summary: Last minute Christmas shopping with Tim, and you can't decide what to get him. (Tim Drake x reader)

Word Count: 1.8K

Notes: Interesting posting schedule coming up- so be warned! I can't believe I didn't write more for Tim in Angstober?? Guess I'm gonna have to write him some unseasonal angst in the future.

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"Come on, surely you know what to get them." You laugh at Tim as you walk along the streets of the shopping district in Gotham, hands interlocked and swinging gently. He puffs out his cheeks, shaking his head defeatedly. "I do not. That's why you're here." he argues.

"Why don't you try getting them something they don't have? Something useful?"

"Babe. They're Waynes. There is not a single thing here that they need or haven't already bought themselves." he points out with a sigh, his blue eyes flicking over the boutique mannequins as you walk past.

You hum. "That's true." you say as you reach a hand out to pick some snow from his hair, the soft white powder beginning to fall from the sky once again. It had snowed earlier in the day, leaving everything in a blanket of white, but in true Gotham fashion it had turned to brown icy sludge within hours. "It just means that we need to find something that they didn't know they needed."

With a tug on his hand, you pull him into a store, bell ringing softly as you entered the warm display room. Little did Tim know that you were looking for something for him as well. He had been teasing you since the start of the month, saying that he had already picked out something for you and that you were going to love it. You had responded almost immediately, competitive and determined to get him an equally good, if not better, gift. However now it was only a few days before Christmas, and you were still empty handed. Not only that, but it was also going to be your first Christmas with the Waynes. Your family had decided to have a location Christmas, opting to try out a warmer Christmas for once and escape the cold grasp of Gotham. You had been invited, but who could refuse spending a Christmas with Tim?

You caught a glimpse of him from the corner of your eye, studying his expression. He was chewing his lip between his teeth, eyes scanning the store anxiously. It was almost like you could hear the gears in his head turning, trying to scan for something that his brothers and sisters would like. You decide it's time to strike, pulling him in further with you.

"See anything you like?"

His eyes flick to you, but he only hums low in his throat. "I don't think Jason would like anything here. Dick might, but I don't know his sizes. And that watch over there," he points to one in a display. "I was going to get Bruce that, but Duke said he already got it for him. If we check the women's I might find something for Steph or Babs, Cass would probably not like anything from that section, it's not really her style. Oh, but Stephanie will probably get offended if I pick clothes and get it wrong, so definitely not that-"

You sigh as he rambles, the stress in his eyes resurfacing. You try to trace the store where he looks, hoping to catch sight of something that he looks at for more than three seconds.

The first store is a bust for you both, and you venture back into the cold.

You always had trouble with giving Tim gifts. Really, what could you buy for the son of a billionaire who had everything he could ever want? It seemed like the amount of trouble Tim was having with his family was the exact same issue you were having with him. You let out a sigh, anxiety building in your chest.

When you and Tim had first met, you weren't even sure if he liked you. You were study partners in university, who weren't even taking the same classes. Was sharing the same table at the same time in the library considered a first date? You couldn't even call it the talking stage, considering the library was pin silent at all times. If anything, the talking was done through small smiles and tiny nods. His first present to you had been before you had even been dating.

You had rocked up to the library for the new semester to pick up your textbooks and pay off the balance for it, only for the librarian to tell you that someone by the last name 'Drake' had come in earlier to pay for his and your own. Shocked you had piled them into your arms, not knowing who your mysterious donor was until you saw the sticky notes and familiar scribble on top. "Hope to see you around again this semester- Tim Drake.'

You had dated shortly into the new semester, and since then he had been the perfect gift giver. Six-month anniversary he got you an engraved tag pendant with the names of your close family members that lived outside of Gotham, after you had told him how you wished you could see them more. In comparison you had saved up for a watch that cost you around $200, and you had been really proud of it.

Yet that was crushed the first time you went to his place, and you saw the watch box of luxury timepieces, all engraved with nice messages. Most of them were from Bruce, but there was a nicely worn one (clearly a favourite) signed off by Alfred. Since then, you had felt this low embarrassment whenever he wore the watch you gave him. Despite your gentle protests he never took it off, even if it didn't go with his outfit that night or glinted garishly in the flash of the paparazzi camera. So, this time, you wanted something perfect.

As the evening drew on you had managed to help him get the perfect gifts for everyone, his arms slowly filling with shopping bags. You had suggested getting Haley something and gifting to Dick, so you had gone to a pet boutique and bought a new black and blue collar, with a sturdy lead to match knowing how strong she could be at times. You couldn't help but throw a scarf in there for her too.

Damian (who Tim was begrudging to get a gift for but still didn't want to leave him out) received some treats for Titus alongside a set of new sketching pencils since the youngest Wayne had been running out, yet too busy as Robin to refill them just yet. You both had taken a decent amount of time trying to remember what brand he liked, knowing that there would be a barbed backhanded comment coming your way if you didn't get the right ones.

Jason got a new leather satchel that would fit nicely on his bike and was weather proofed. You didn't expect more than a gruff thanks aimed in your direction, considering his aloofness (you weren't sure if he wasn't a fan of you in particular or if he was just uncomfortable being in the manor in general). But you snuck a notebook in there when Tim wasn't looking, hoping to win over the gruff brother.

'For when you have late stakeouts' you had written on the front, signing your name after. 'So, you can put down your writing, so you don't forget it.'

Duke got a new box of booster packs for the card game he was collecting, and thankfully your university friend let you know that the new series had just landed, meaning there was a good chance that Duke hadn't gotten his hands on it yet. Cass was given a year's membership to the Gotham City Art Gallery, which also allowed her to go late at night with fewer members of the public if she wanted a quieter experience. Steph and Barbara got given gift packs from the spa they often visited together, as well as a bottomless brunch in the new year at their favourite cafe. Alfred had been tricky, but you suggested a new tea set for his personal use. It was simple, white with very little flourishes, but you had gotten his name printed in fine gold on the teacups. Something that belonged only to him.

Then it had been trying to find something for Bruce himself. You had gotten stuck with that yourself. The most you had been able to do was settle for a nice handwritten card from the both of you, alongside a vintage bottle of port. Bruce could buy that himself a thousand times over if he wished, but it was the thought that counted, right?

Despite the thoughts that 'counted', you were still lost on what to get Tim for Christmas. You had run through everything in your mind, and everything he looked at. Yet his face was mostly indifferent as he focused on shopping for everyone else, making it near impossible for you to gauge his interest in things. Finally, as you were headed back to the pick-up spot so he could call Alfred, you dug your heels into the pavement. He bounced back lightly, your joined hands stopping him from going any further.

"Are you okay?" he asks, bags bouncing in his arms.

"What do you want for Christmas?" you ask bluntly. The stress was reaching its peak, surprising him be damned. You don't know you could face the embarrassment in front of everyone if you got him something that he didn't like. Tim tilts his head, eyebrows pinching together.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," you take a deep breath. "What do you want? there's not much I can give you that you can’t get yourself, or that the others aren't going to give you. So, what's one thing that I can give you that others can't?"

He takes a moment before putting the bags down on the ground and giving you a soft smile. He wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you lightly. "You."

your heart thuds at the proximity and the tenderness in his voice, his eyes searching yours. "And not in that way. I just want to spend Christmas with you. Make that house feel more like a home. Make the manor a little less haunted. That's all I could ever ask from you, silly."

he bumps his forehead against yours, making you chuckle breathily. His lips graze across yours lightly, but before you could lean forward there was a honk of Alfred arriving.

Tim pulls back, leaning down to grab half of the bags while you grabbed the others. "Come on," he gestures with a tilt of his head. "You can join us for dinner. Alfred makes the best Sunday roast."

As you watched him slide into the car, the ball of worry dissipated in your chest. You settled on a gift for him.

If home is what he wanted, then surely a locket of you two would be a portable sanctuary.

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[calypsoff2]

Five.

“Ok, yeah I am pushing for that, and I think it’s the right way we should go with this company, we need to aim at all avenues so as long as your happy then we can proceed Ciarra” I said to her down the phone, waving TJ and Camron into the office with the biggest smile on my face “well I will start with gearing up, and getting the team together for a meeting about it. Talk to you soon” putting the phone down “no way!” I spat, Deja is here too “if it isn’t my ex boss that left us” getting up from the chair “oh wait, is this Rihanna’ office?” she paused saying “it is, I am using it while I am here. It’s good seeing you” walking around the desk “my big man C, look at you boy” dapping him and then hugging him “hi uncle C, dad said you wanted to see me. I did say I could come on my own” moving back from the hug dapping TJ “exactly, nobody invited him to come. Why you come?” I asked TJ “nigga shut up, now you know damn well he can’t get far without me” TJ sat down “and you bought your pet along” Deja side eyed me, hugging Deja “it’s so good seeing you after all this time Chris. Even though I saw you, but you were rushed away by the team” I chuckled “oh yeah, the Fenty team rushed me away, it was at the Sephora launch or something? Yeah I remember, good seeing you all. How come Deja came” I asked, I didn’t ask for her, but she is here “oh we are doing some BP work around here, so we just came out” nodding my head “your trim is dope nephew, making sure dad spends his coins now” he nodded his head “what did you want to see us about?” TJ asked, sitting on the edge of the desk “come sit with me” I said to Camron “he just come back from his moms yesterday” nodding my head “I ain’t saying anything, at the end of the day that is your mom. Right?” TJ agreed, I don’t want to disrespect her when that is his mom, it’s wrong “I saw your mom uncle, she said I look handsome” I snorted laughing “she says that to everyone nigga, you ain’t special now” he thinks he is, placing my arm around him.

“So we are moving up with Fenty Corp, we are always moving up” Deja has a question “can you hook me up with some Fenty Beauty? Like those pr boxes, I mean shit help a sister out and I see Fenty Skin there, is that exclusive? I ain’t peep that being released” looking behind me “oh yeah, so that. You keep that here, it’s our next venture, just shut your mouth anyways, I think I have a pr box around here, I will give it you. Anyways so we are venturing onto new things constantly and well, it’s more my idea but we are aiming for Fenty Kidz. Luxury clothing, like Fenty is and I want to do a boy’s section of it, and I want nephew on it, I want him to be the face of it and of course yourself TJ, I want some real dudes on it. I mean I haven’t got a son to be showing it off like that so yeah. I will run up a contract and whatever and I want that for you, it’s the same with the girls. But Robyn is going to be the muse. I am just a lonely nigga” TJ laughed “you can always do that with my son? That’s nephew, I don’t mind” shaking my head “it’s your son but I want him on Fenty” tightening my arm around Camron “so how is that basketball camp doing for you?” I asked him “tell uncle how good you been doing? And what you want to say to him” to looking at him “thank you for getting me in basketball camp and paying for me, I really like it and coach thinks I got a career in it” I cooed out “I got you, you know that. When you are playing for Lakers, don’t forget me” Camron laughed “aiming that for you” he is so sweet for that.

Putting a finger up at Deja as she videoed me “spending Christmas with us nephew?” looking over at Camron “yes” nodding my head “cool, so y’all coming to the Fenty party? Fenty corp are having a end of year party and y’all are invited, I am happy as hell, Robyn wanted to be there but oh well, that is on her” I shrugged “you are loving this, so about that pr box and invite” Deja said, I laughed shaking my head “be quiet” reaching behind me and grabbing my phone, I think it will be Robyn calling me, answering the call “babe” I answered “hey, are you ok?” she asked “I am fine, excited about the Fenty party, I know you are too” she groaned out “shut up, I want you to come home now anyways, I am sorry but I refuse to let you have so much fun” I chuckled “be quiet, someone needs to be there and besides. The staff like me more then you, word on the office floor is that you are moody and mean” I joked “so you coming home?” she needs to stop tripping “Robyn?” I said “Chris?” she retorted “you have been there for long now, Christmas is coming so you better be home after that, Fenty Corp is on a break now anyways” she has a point “but you are allowing me to have a good time, yeah?” I questioned, I don’t want her to say I didn’t want you to go, and you did “you can, you better play the video of me praising my staff by the way” oh yeah I remembered she made that video “I will, and I will be good and tell the staff how good they have been” rolling my eyes, I mean they have been good actually.

I thought I would take the gang for some food at iHop, fixing my snapback on my head “I really want to go to the party you know” TJ said “you should” I laughed “your lady will be there” I grinned “nigga, well Mel did say she would be going so you know” Deja lifted her head up confused “Mel? So wait a minute, are you dating riri friend?” Deja just knows “this is on the low low now, Mel and TJ have been having sex on the low low” I said laughing “Camron, go and get a milkshake” TJ got up from the seat so he could slide out of the seat and get something “get me one too kid” looking over at Deja “you always out there taking pictures” wrapping my arm around her and smiled as she took the selfie “I miss my ex-boss man now” I cooed out moving back “I just wanted to speak without Camron being here, Mel and I are trying to keep it on the low but I said look I got a son and he is my main thing you know, since his mom isn’t the best. He needs someone that is going to love him, be a mother to him and she goes that she needs to think on it, but she likes me. I mean we have been getting on so much Chris, it doesn’t bother me that she has been with Barry at all, but I don’t know where her mind is at about being a step mother, you know?” nodding my head “I think she needs time to accept it, but does he know you’re with Mel?” TJ shrugged “he chooses not to listen I think, but he’s been pretty upset with his mom’s. His mom wasn’t there at all, he stayed with the gran and he goes his mom wasn’t there to be seen. I am like she didn’t want you, she had you to get at Chris” I cringed “you didn’t say that to him did you?” TJ shook his head “never my nigga, just annoys me. Like he was put there to annoy you which never did, I love him, but you know” pulling a face at him “I know but he is here now, I think Mel does like you a lot. I am shocked that my wife doesn’t know or noticed” TJ doesn’t look impressed “like she ashamed of me, am I that bad?” shaking my head “no bro, you ain’t. I think just take it as it is and have fun, in time Mel may accept you for you and your son, I think she will eventually. Camron is a good kid, I love him like my own and I just want him to have fun and grow up with the best benefits he can, more then what we had, you know?” TJ agreed on that “you think I can just bring Camron with me to the party?” nodding my head “one hundred percent you can, but don’t get drunk” I pointed at him “you on daddy duties, something Robyn wishes I was, we about to turn up” I chuckled.

Shuffling out of the seat to leave “isn’t TJ a good boss?” Deja kissed her teeth “no time off, I am joking. He let’s me travel with him all of the time” placing my arm around her “well you can always work for Fenty” Deja gasped and fell out “chile, what!?” she spat, I laughed moving away from her. I know she would love to work for Robyn “Chris, oh my god. Can I have a picture” seeing these girls and a few niggas “of course” I stopped walking “I have been seeing you for a while there, I love you so much” I laughed “you mean my wife” she stood at the side of me “no, you. I think you’re super amazing, please continue doing the vlogs” I cooed out as the friend took a picture of us “I will think about it, it’s hard. I am always busy you know but thank you, god bless” I bowed my head walking off “woah” near hitting into someone “can I have a picture too?” letting out an oh “for sure” I wasn’t ready for this, the amount of people wanting pictures like since when do people care about me “man, come on!” TJ said laughing, I shrugged confused.

My daughters and Robyn all on facetime, they have been on this thing for an hour now “I am ready now anyways, I fit the Fenty dress code for the party” making my way out of the bathroom “come to the camera then Chris” Robyn said, standing in front of the camera “oohhh baby, overalls” nodding my head, I am wearing all black overalls, with a black tee under this thing “I wish I was there” I know Robyn is jealous “you jealous” I twirled, I know she is not happy to be here for the end of year party “just don’t have too much fun” I chuckled, licking my lips walking to the phone “I miss you so much though, I can’t wait to come home. But I am going to hype you up so much baby, you have done so much for the company and I personally think you should be here, but it is what it is, I just won” She pulled a face at me “you are so fucking annoying” I laughed “you feel horny?” I asked “for what? Nigga, it ain’t you making me wet now” she is being a hater “awww Imani, Mamacita. You got your legs out, oh wow. Look at those thighs” Imani started kissing the phone “Imani, move back now” I miss my angels so much “awww daddy loves you too, I will be back soon. I mean tomorrow Robyn, promise” I want to be home anyways “so Camron, speaking of him. They are here, wait” jogging to the hotel door, dragging it open “oh shit, gang gang!” my little nigga wearing the same too “I had to match you bro” I chuckled, waving him in “come and say to Robyn and the girls” I said, dragging Camron with to the phone “is that my Camron” pulling in front of me “little nigga matching with me too!” I spat “aww you going to the ned of year party too, you need to be out of there by ten” Robyn said laughing “how adorable” I didn’t think TJ would have got the same, all three of us have got the same on.

Fenty Corp end of year party is always the one, you know it’s the one when Rorrey flies in. Throwing up the peace sign as I made my way into the club we hired for this, paparazzi are outside of course “Chris!” walking into the place “nigga!” Rorrey was waiting for me “bro” dapping him, hugging him as I did “weird that paparazzi knew about this” pulling a face, they always know shit “it’s how it is” walking off to the party, bopping my head to the music. It’s been a while “Mr Brown has arrived” I chuckled “you keep calling me that you about to be fired” I pointed “hey” hugging Mel, the employees at Fenty are pretty as fuck, there is a few that be calling me Mr Brown and I still don’t get why “imagine planning a party you can’t attend” Mel said in my ear “she did it for us” grabbing a wine glass as the waiter walked by us “I kept saying that to her and she got so angry” I know Robyn is bitter as fuck “boss” looking behind me “oh come on” I was already saying no “I don’t do photos” she side eyed me “just one then, I ain’t doing a photoshoot now” walking off with them to take pictures at the booth, downing the wine from the glass as I got to the booth “now, this is full?” I said, she grabbed me in “just stand in front of us” crouching down in front of them, this is packed as fuck “everyone shout Mr Brown in five!” I busted out laughing as the camera flashed, looking behind me at her annoying ass.

Putting up gang signs as Deja recorded me “gang” feeling an arm around me “gang in this bitch, my brother” turning around “Herbert, you came out” hugging him “I got you bro” dapping G, they both came out of course I was going to invite the boys while in New York “security stopped us, I was like I am Herb? He said who is that, then it clicked. I goes Herbert? He said yes your name is on this, you foul” he know damn well his name is Herbert “I just don’t understand why anyone would call their child such a name” feeling a pair of hands on my shoulders “the video will be shown, you need to come” letting out an oh, Tina scared me there “I will be back, need to do a little announcement shit, be back” walking off with Tina to the stage, the music started lower down “we got a little video y’all need to see, gather around now” Funkmaster Flex announced, stepping onto the stage as the video played, I am glad Tina remembered because I forgot “Hey my Fenty babies, I just want to wish you all a happy Christmas and a beautiful new year, we have so many exciting things happening and I couldn’t have done it without you all. I am sad I am not there with you on this night, I am missing it for the first time. It hurts” Robyn laughed “I am jealous because it’s always my time to have fun with you all because when we in that office we all are working hard, enjoy the gifts, the fun, get drunk and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. That is a joke, have fun and see you all next year” she blew air kisses and the video ended, the crowd cheered. Grabbing the microphone “Robyn is boring anyways” I said down the mic laughing “I am joking but honestly, we wouldn’t be who we are without you all in this room. You keep the company running while we are not here in New York, and we have the most loyal employees, we can relay on you all. So the bonus, the party is all worth it. I am sure you don’t want to hear me anymore but it’s free drinks on Rihanna’ dime, use it” I chuckled “I see y’all next year, be safe” raising my glass, placing the microphone down.

Camron was gone by ten, but also Mel was too. She must have left with them, probably wanted dick. Then G, also Herb left early because they had to go to the studio, niggas be going home early but I am left with Deja “I think I might go too; I have been drinking a lot and also Robyn wants me home tomorrow, I am tired too” I said to Deja “so you ditching me when I am here in a Rihanna party? I don’t know these niggas?” I sniggered “neither do I, the girls a very much brown nosing type. They be calling me Mr Brown and shit, but if Robyn is there they don’t they be a little too much, it’s crazy but yeah. I think it’s time. Also I stayed longer than the rest” Deja doesn’t want to stay now I am thinking of going “you know what gets me, where is your bodyguard?” Deja asked as she placed her drink down “I am a nobody, there is only one when I am with Robyn. I don’t need one” I shrugged “but that is wrong, I seen the attention you got. People know you; it takes that one person. You get harassed a lot for things, I am just wondering though” she shrugged, I don’t really see myself as that “let’s go” I am done now, I want to sleep.

I swear I had my SUV here “you want to share my uber?” Deja is ready to get inside, looking around me “no point in waiting for that shit, it’s just around the block anyways” walking to the car “around the block my ass, you know where I am staying? A damn motel, with your bougie ass” sitting in the car “jealousy” closing the door “around the block for me, The plaza please” I chuckled, I am a little tipsy. The driver started to drove off “you know what it has been so good seeing you, wait. Nigga I am not paying for your uber!?” I busted out laughing “I will pay, split it” she kissed her teeth “I don’t have your number, you owe me. Your number changed” she is right it did “when I became the silent partner I decided to change my number, new start and stuff” looking out of the car window as it’s driving “Black Pyramid is doing amazing actually, I thought things would have gone downhill, but it didn’t. And then you got Fenty, it’s just crazy but you are giving me that pr box” looking at Deja pulling a face “you not going to let it go?” she really isn’t “hell no, I love Rihanna so much and you know that” here she goes, this long list of why she loves Rihanna is starting, the driver stopped at a crossroad to turn, looking at the side of me seeing headlights coming towards us and I am not sure if it’s just me being tipsy but is that coming fast towards us.

[mythgirlimagines]

ANON-CORRECT QUOTES

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(After Sparkle and Fusion bonded over a special interest…)

Fusion: (notices Sparkle stuffing something into a sparkly duffle bag) Uh, Sparkle. What are you doing?

Sparkle: (looks up in shock) AHH! UH…..I, THE SPECTACULAR SPARKLE, AM MERELY OFF FOR A MIDNIGHT STROLL!

Fusion: Really? Well, what’s in the bag?

Fusion: (snatches the bag and peeks inside) What’s with all the red spray pant? Are you planning on committing vandalism? Nerd will be so peeved if he finds out!

Sparkle: WELL,  I, THE SPECTACULAR SPARKLE, NOTICED AN AUTISM $PEAKS SIGN AND-

Fusion: Well, shucks! Why didn’t you invite me, kiddo?! C'mon, I have a ski mask you could borrow!

Source: Unknown

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(After Egg and Wet Sock’s cursed scheme resulted in half of Purple’s poetry being destroyed…)

Purple: (fuming) You anarchic duology managed to vitiate my one true pastime and livelihood! COME HITHER AND DO BATTLE!

Egg/Wet Sock: (in unison) What did she say?

Fusion II: (without looking up from her book) Basically, she is gonna bust you up.

Source: Miraculous Ladybug

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Iris: (looking around town for Roxie) ROXIE?! WHERE ARE YOU?!

Janon: (walking up to Iris, holding Roxie in his arms) Hey, Riri? This little s*** yours?

Roxie: (barking happily as she jumps into Iris’s arms)

Iris: (gasps) ROXIE! Thank you for saving Roxie, Bunny Bro! You really are nice, kind AND wonderful!

Janon: (tears up in joy with a big grin on his face)

Janon: (realizing what he is doing, shakes his head, blushing) Listen, Riri! I am NOT nice, I am NOT kind and I am NOT wonderful!

Source: The He-Man and She-Ra Christmas Special

Video Source: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FjUtGTGrWfg)

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Nerd: WHY THE F*** ARE YOU HELPING ME?!

Curious: (with a completely straight face) Because my life is a mess, and I instinctively take care of others when I don’t know how to take care of myself.

Source: Bojack Horseman

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Myth: (awkwardly twiddling her fingers) Wyre, may I ask you a question? You don’t have to answer.

Wyre: (firmly) MYTH. You once caught me sneaking out of the kitchen naked with a dinosaur chicken nugget in my mouth! We have no secrets! Ask your damn question!

Source: The Golden Girls

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Dream: (motivating Eldritch) Look, it’s simple! All to have to do is say, “Hi, Scar! I’ve took your blood test and I want my results back!” Got it?

Eldritch: (nodding, knocks on the infirmary door)  

Scar: (posing) Ah! How shall I assist you, O'Demon of Fear?

Eldritch: (shaking like a leaf) Uh, uh, uh, I-I WANT MY BLOOD BACK!

Eldritch: (runs off in embarrassment) 

Source: Tumblr

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MM!Fancy: (possessing One’s body as they turn to a mirror) Little kitten One, you know what I see? I see a strong, confident and very good-looking evil mastermind!~★

One: (puffs his chest up with pride)

MM!Fancy: (smugly) Oh, look! You’re here too! Fuhuhuhu~★

One: (frowning)

Source: Tangled

Video Source: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=INZGW13GpC0)

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Here is my brand new batch for this Saturday! Let me know if I got your character down, and what you think of the quotes! In the meantime, have a great March!

-Fusion Anon

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This is once again one of those quotes where my role and wyre’s could be switched and it would still be entirely possible XD

[nsk96]

I finally finished it! I was kinda sleep deprived while writing it but I tried my best on it. Enjoy! And Happy New Year everyone!!! 🍷🎆 Translations are at the end UwU

Update: now available on AO3

The Nemeses

A Dragon Raja fan fiction by N.S.K.

New Year’s special

The shop is closed for the day, while Irina, Herzog, and Bondarev prepare for the shop’s second annual New Year’s Eve celebration. Herzog is preparing the food while Bondarev is trying to figure out a new alcohol mixture. It’s unusually hot in the shop so, Irina rushes to the window in the kitchen.

“It’s really hot in here, lets crack open a window,” Irina says. She undoes the window’s lock and opens it. Only warm air flows through. “Dang, it’s usually cold around this time.”

“I blame global warming!” Herzog remarks from by the stove. “If the Light King was around, this would have never happened.”

“Don’t you start!” Irina scolds as she waves a finger at him.

“At least there’s some kind of breeze coming through,” Bondarev says as he digs in the fridge for ingredients.

“Hmm what’s that sound?” Irina asks, curious about a machine-like humming coming from outside. “It sounds like there’s a fan out there.”

“A fan?” Bondarev abruptly shifts his head backward in disbelief. “I guess Jack Frost is on a budget this year,” he says as he shrugs his shoulders.

“So, let’s talk about New Year’s resolutions, guys,” Irina says rushing to the green chalk board in the front of the shop.

“Why?” Herzog inquires. He gently places the salmon kombu rolls in the pot and rushes out to the front of the shop where Irina is.

“I just want to write all of our resolutions on the board. I thought it would be a neat idea that could maybe inspire guests.” Harry and Junjie are now entering the shop with all the last-minute groceries.

“That sounds like a lovely idea” Harry says.

“Count me in, Riri,” Junjie says cheerfully.

“Oh fine,” Herzog gruffly says. “My new year resolution is to become the most powerful man in the world. My plan is foolproof.” Irina writes it on the chalkboard using white chalk. Bondarev runs to her side.

“Me next!” he eagerly declares.

“One minute,” Irina says. “I want to do mine first.” She writes out (p+l) and (a+n) next to each other. Then she starts to write out, pa+pn+1a…

“What are you doing?” Bondarev asks. Irina smiles innocently at him.

“My new year resolution is to foil Herzog’s plan,” she says enthusiastically. Bondarev looks down at her with a big smile and gently squishes her cheeks.

“You are too precious for this world,” Bondarev babbles lovingly. “Speaking of math, I got a good joke. Where can you go to practice math on New Year’s Eve?”

“I love these kinds of jokes!” Harry shouts enthusiastically while helping Junjie pack the groceries away. “Tell us the answer.”

“Times Square!” Bondarev exclaims. Harry and Bondarev are the only ones laughing, while Herzog comes around and upwardly smacks Bondarev on the back of his head, catching him by surprise.

“That was a terrible joke,” Herzog says while Bondarev rubs his head. “We don’t do dad jokes around here.” Herzog takes a seat at one of the tables and is joined by Junjie and Harry who brings tea and cups.

“I think it’s more like an uncle joke,” Junjie interrupts as he pours tea for him and Harry. “Around Christmas time, I’d visit Tokyo to eat ramen. The ramen chef, Koshi, who was like a weird uncle to me, would make those jokes all the time.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s supposed to be a dad joke,” Harry confirms. “I hear dads are always compelled to tell these jokes around their children. You sure that ramen chef wasn’t your father?” Harry stares at Junjie suspiciously. Before Junjie can answer, Irina jumps in to distract Harry from discovering Junjie’s true identity.

“To each their own!” Irina exclaims. “What is your resolution, Junjie?”

“Aw come on, I was next,” Bondarev groans. He crosses his arms and stares intently at Junjie.

“To confess love to the girl I like,” Junjie replies shyly.

“Oh, you have a crush?” Irina asks with a smile.

“Yeah, but I can’t tell you who it is,” Junjie says eyes planted on Irina as she writes on the chalk board. He starts to blush.

“Come on tell me,” she persists.

“I can’t tell you because…um…there are too many people around. Someone in this room knows her.” Junjie starts to fidget with his thumbs and he stares at the table, trying his best to avoid eye contact with everyone.

“Alright then, keep your secrets” Irina says. Junjie exhales in relief. Irina dramatically turns to Bondarev. “Okay, your turn uncle weirdo,” she giggles.

“I’m also on a quest of love,” Bondarev says as he pulses his eyebrows up and down repeatedly. He leans against the counter and places a hand under his chin. “It all started when…”

“Just get on with it lustmolch,” Herzog yells as he folds his arms angrily. “We haven’t got all day.”

“Shut up, svoloch’!” Bondarev exclaims. He rests his hands on his hips as he squints his eyes at Herzog.

“Arsch mit ohren!” Herzog hollers, jumping up from his seat.

“Poshyol ty, old man,” Bondarev roars. Junjie and Harry laugh awkwardly and Irina joins in.

“Listening to you guys argue in two different languages never gets old,” she snickers. “So, what’s your resolution?” Irina looks Bondarev. Harry quickly takes a sip of tea.

“I want to adopt,” Bondarev replies. Harry spits out his tea, spewing it all over Junjie.

“Yeah because that worked out so well the first time,” Harry mutters sarcastically. He hands a bundle of napkins to Junjie so that he can dry himself. Harry mouths I’m sorry to him.

“But I’m ready now,” Bondarev replies.

“You destroyed an orphanage,” Harry says. “You would be the worst parent. Of all time.”

“Not my fault…somebody was about to turn those kids into monsters.” Bondarev crosses his arms and purses his lips. “You got a better resolution?”

“To get a new job. You two felons are driving me nuts.” Harry shakes his head.

“Come on, we’re not that bad,” Herzog says drawly.

Harry chuckles. “While I was in the shower, Bondarev took my clothes and my towel, leaving me to exit the bathroom naked and cold.”

“It’s was just a prank,” Bondarev scoffs. Harry rolls his eyes.

“A prank that made me catch a cold.”

“What did Herzog do?” Irina asks.

“He invited me to have a drink with him.” Harry smiles at her.

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” Junjie joins.

“Well I thought I was getting plain vodka…but he thought he should surprise me with concentrated apple-cider vinegar with vodka,” Harry replies. Irina and Junjie wince at the thought. “There was hardly any alcohol in it at all. I should have known that Herzog would never share his vodka.”

Irina chuckles but then stops to sniff the air. “Is something burning?” she asks.

“Scheisse! The kombu!” Herzog shouts as he dashes to the kitchen. Everyone runs after him and watches as he uncovers the pot to reveal the burnt kelp rolls.

“How do you burn something that’s supposed to be steamed?” Irina shakes her fist.

“You said to boil it for an hour,” Herzog says.

“I told you to simmer it for an hour. Medium heat not volcano heat!” Irina places a hand over her lips and starts to cry. She looks over at the bean paste. “You overcooked the bean paste too?”. “I have to make the New Year Mochi soup and pounded burdock root now…and we wasted so much time, we don’t have any appetizers or desert. The night will be ruined.”

“I’m sorry, my child,” Herzog says. He looks away realizing he messed up.

“I’d love to help any way I can,” Junjie says. Instead of appetizers, we can do a salad. We got some daikon radishes and carrots. We can totally make namasu in just a few minutes.”

“Sounds good, Jiji!” Irina replies hopefully. “Let’s get started then.” She gently dries her tears.

“I don’t have much experience in the kitchen, but I can help with ingredient prep and cleanup!” Harry says.

“Do the desserts have to be of Japanese origin?” Herzog asks.

“It’s preferred, yes,” Irina says while she starts to cut up the carrots. “It’s best to stay in theme, but…I’m desperate right now, so if you can whip up something tasty that can serve the 200 people that plan to come tonight, I’d greatly appreciate it.” Herzog takes Irina’s hands and gently grasps them in his.

“I won’t disappoint you this time. I’ll make a Zwetschgenkuchen.”

“A whut?” Irina asks, eyes wide.

“Zwetsch..ge...a scrumptious plum cake. I should be able to prepare it into bite sized pieces.”

“Okay, don’t let me down,” Irina says warmly.

Bondarev jumps up, “Ooh! Maybe I can make some chocolate!”

“You can make chocolate?” Irina asks. Her eyes open wide and she takes a step back.

“Of course…did you think I just pulled all those chocolate bars out of my a**?” Bondarev replies.

Irina shudders. “Eep! I did not need that image in my mind.”

“I brought the flour for mochi,” Junjie says. “We can make chocolate daifuku.”

“Yesss,” Bondarev confirms eagerly. “And I can make another appetizer. Some mushrooms in a sour cream sauce.” He rubs his hands together grinning widely.

“Sounds like it will pair well with the alcohol you’re making.” Irina says.

“I found a good cocktail recipe online.”

“Yeah, he used the gyoogil thing,” Herzog says as he mixes the cake batter and Harry cuts up the plums.

“Whats a gyoogil?” Irina inquires. She finishes the carrots and daikon and mixes them in a bowl.

“Never mind him,” Bondarev replies. He washes the mushrooms and throw them into the pan on the stove. “He struggles with computers. Anyways, the recipe is called the ‘love potion vodka’. If I get the recipe right, I think it will make all the women to fall in love with me.” Bondarev winks at Irina. She rolls her eyes.

“Bonbon,” Irina croons. She smiles warmly at him and gets close to his face, staring into his eyes. She gently caresses his chin with her thumb. Bondarev welcomes her gaze and chuckles.

“Oh boy, is this happening right now?” Harry asks nervously.

“Getting a little too close for comfort,” Junjie mumbles to himself. Irina smiles wickedly at Bondarev.

“I don’t think even a love potion can help YOU get a girlfriend,” Irina smugly says. Bondarev clutches his chest and pretends to fall backwards.

“Ouch! That really hurts, Irina!” Bondarev cries. Herzog comes running to him with a big bag of ice and tries to hand it to him.

“Why are you giving this to me, old man?” Bondarev asks.

“Because that was a sick burn,” Herzog replies as he high fives Irina. “I’ve never been so proud of you,” he says smiling warmly at her. Junjie and Harry sigh in relief.

Within a few hours, the food is finally done, and the guests and their families arrive on time. The celebration begins. Bondarev collects their money for the event, and the others carry the dishes to all the tables that they set up outside. From the smiles on the guests’ faces, Irina can tell that they are enjoying the food. Irina runs into the kitchen.

“It’s a success, guys!” she squeals happily as she runs to her friends. “Thank you so much for your help.” She hugs each of them.

“Anything for my best friend,” Junjie says as he hugs her tightly.

“Anytime,” Harry says while he pats her on the back.

“No one fell in love with me yet, but I’m happy if you’re happy,” Bondarev says as he gently pats her on the head. Irina hugs Herzog last.

“Did I do okay?” he asks as he adjusts his monocle.

“You helped save the day…even though you almost ruined it first,” Irina chuckles. She hugs him. “Thank you.” Bondarev starts to pour the pink vodka drink he made, for everyone into wine glasses.

“It’s 20 seconds until the new year arrives,” Bondarev says. “And you guys haven’t tried my concoction yet.” He hands everyone their glasses.

“Let’s do a toast,” Irina says. “To new friendships!”

“And teamwork!” Harry says.

“And love!” Bondarev adds.

“To a new beginning,” Herzog softly says.

“To a new beginning!” Everyone else repeats. The countdown stops and everyone shouts Happy New Year! in unison. They clink their glasses together and sip their love potion vodka, hoping that the new year will be slightly less chaotic.

Translations (from my research. I’m sorry if anything is incorrect):

Lustmolch (Ger) - sex maniac/womanizer

Svoloch (Rus) - bastard

Arsch mit Ohren (Ger) - arse with ears (idiot)

Poshyol ty (Rus) - f*** you

Scheisse (Ger) - shit

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