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bambolinawrites · 2 years ago

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I caught the L-O-V-E

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x femme!reader (reader has a pussy, uses she/her pronouns and is referred to as a girl/woman)

1.6K words

Synopsis: enemies to lovers, reader wants him but tries to fight it. Set in a quirkless AU where they're in their second year of college. This will have more parts once I write them lol

Warnings: language, mentions of drugs, mentions of sex, f!masturbation, drinking, reader gets drunk, breeding mentions, reader imagines having sex with Bakugou

MINORS DNI

Math should be illegal; you think to yourself as you toss your maths book and pencil across the room. You're in college, why should you have to learn trigonometry? You're never going to use it.

You groan and lean back in your chair, cracking your knuckles behind your head. There's a weird stain on the ceiling that's been there since you moved in, you and Ochako used to lie on the floor and try and guess where it came from. You'd joke about how it kind of looked like Aizawa when he used his powers.

There hasn't been a lot of joking going on lately. Both you and Ochako are so stressed about the exams you've hardly said two words to each other, if you're honest you kind of miss her. Ochako is the first real friend you've ever had, spending most of your childhood and teenage years alone in your bedroom reading and playing with your gerbils, Dasher and Dancer. Now you feel like that same lonely kid again.

A knock on the door drags you out of your thoughts and you get up to answer it before you can get too sad. You leave your books (minus your maths book) on the kitchen table and pad barefoot towards the door to your apartment. You and Ochako decided to move off campus for your second year so you could feel more independent. Also, because it was cheaper.

You swing open the door expecting to see Izuku, Ochako's kind-of-but-not-really boyfriend. Instead, the doorway is taken up by a muscular, and kind of angry looking blonde. In jeans and a black tank top that showed off his huge biceps, his spikey hair falling in his face, his vermillion eyes trained on you. He may be the most attractive man you have ever seen.

You know who he is obviously, Katsuki Bakugou. You've seen him hanging around Kirishima and the other 'frat bros'. He's supposed to be one of the smartest in your college, always coming in the top 5. From what Ochako's said, he's slept with every girl on campus too.

"You gonna keep starin' at me, sweetheart, or are ya gonna invite me in?"

His slightly irritated voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you realise you've been staring at him this entire time. Your cheeks flush red and you babble apologies as you step to the side to allow him to come in. You figure he's probably here for Ochako and hope he's not a serial killer.

"Need to speak to Ochako, go get her." He demands as if you're a waitress who got his order wrong. You're taken aback by his tone but decide to ignore it.

"She's not here." You say, folding your arms over your chest, hyperaware of the stain on your hoodie. You think it's pizza sauce but can't be sure. You can't study without this hoodie and lately all you've been doing is studying so it's been a while since it's seen a washing machine.

"What do you mean 'she's not here'. She's supposed to help me with something now go get her." He snaps at you. You blink at the aggression and straighten your back.

"I told you; I can't go get her. She isn't here." You seethe trying to stay calm. Bakugou steps forwards and you resist the urge to shy away. He stops when you're practically nose to nose and you can see him clench his jaw in frustration.

"Well, where the fuck is she then?" He barks, so close you can smell his toothpaste and aftershave. Mint and burnt sugar. You tilt your chin up and glare back at him. There is no way in hell you are going to let a man talk to you like that in your own damn house.

"I don't know where she is, but you can go and wait for her somewhere else." You grab his vest and begin to drag him towards the door. His eyes widen in surprise and you've no doubt that's the only reason he lets you drag him.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" He looks utterly bewildered, like he's never heard the word no once in his life. It would be comical if you weren't so pissed off.

"I'm kicking you out. This is my house and I'll be dammed if I let a man walk all over me in it." With that you give him one last push out the front door and slam it in his face, slipping the chain on the hook for good measure.

When Ochako gets back and you explain everything she laughs for a good twenty minutes straight. You were afraid she might be mad at you but she seems delighted.

"You're definitely not mad?" You check when she calms down. She lets out another soft giggle and shakes her head.

"Hey, I'm just glad someone finally put him in his place." And then she's in hysterics again and you can't fight the grin that spreads across your face.

You don't see Bakugou again until Ochako drags you to a party under the guise of 'letting off steam' when you know all she really wants is to see Izuku. You pull on a tight black dress that shows off a lot more cleavage than your used to and follow her to the party anyway.

It's at the same dumb frat house Bakugou lives at but you honestly couldn't care less. And yes, maybe part of that is the vodka shots you, Ochako and Izuku did before you left but part of it is also because you refuse to be afraid of a man like Bakugou.

You walk through the doors and the music is so loud you can feel it in your chest. Weirdly, you kind of like it. Ochako and Izuku immediately disappear to God knows where but you try not to mind. You think they're cute together and you want Ochako to be happy, even if that means leaving you on your own.

You make your way to the kitchen and pour yourself a vodka coke, classic and it'll get the job done is what you think. You lean against the counter and survey the scene before you. This isn't the first party you've been to but it's definitely the biggest. From here you can see at least two people having sex, three doing drugs, at least seven people passed out and someone doing the macarena to a Nicki Minaj song. The whole scene makes you want to laugh.

You haven't seen Bakugou yet, not that you've been looking for him. It's just that if you'd seen him, you definitely would've recognised him. But you definitely weren't looking. You take a sip of your drink.

A while later, when you're drunk enough to forget any anxiety, someone changes the track in the middle of some indie slow song with misogynistic overtones and Sabrina Carpenter’s Nonsense comes on and you let out a little squeal. This song has been your obsession as of late.

You abandon your cup and run into the living room and start dancing. You've never been a particularly good dancer, far too clumsy for that but the alcohol makes you forget that and your start to have fun for the first time all night. Maybe all year.

You're still dancing wildly three songs later when you smack into the wooden coffee table and start to fall over. You feel a strong pair of hands grab you by the waist and right you on your feet. You spin round a little too quickly with the intention of thanking the person but you wobble a little and they have to right you again.

You giggle and look up, your eyes meeting a familiar pair of vermillion eyes. You gasp a little and then curse yourself for being stupid. It's his house, of course he was going to be here. Before you can say anything, Bakugou smirks at you, his large hands still on your waist, squeezing slightly.

"You should be more careful, doll." He chides and then walks away. You watch him disappear somewhere in the crowd and leave you wondering what the fuck just happened.

You go home that night, tipsy and still thinking about Bakugou and his big, strong hands. You own hands make their way down your body and below the waistband of your pyjamas. Your mind cloudy with thoughts of Bakugou's much thicker fingers, the cocky smirk on his face that makes you think he'd know exactly how to handle you.

You rub slow circles on your clit and close your eyes, imagining it was him touching you instead. You think about the way it felt when he touched you, the burnt sugar smell of him, the way his eyes lingered on the low neck of your dress. You wonder how many girls he’s actually been with. Whether he actually knows what he’s doing. You wonder how big he is. His frame is huge, broad shoulders, rippling muscles, more than double your size so he must be big.

You think about his mouth, how good it would feel to have him between your legs, strong hands gripping your thighs while he laps at your clit.

You’re arching off the bed, fingers swirling faster and faster on your sticky, wet heat. Other hand under your shirt to play with your nipples, tugging and pinching them just the way you like. You try hard to stay quiet but the thought of what Bakugou could do to you, what you want him to do to you, has you crying out so loud you’re certain everyone in the building heard. You don’t have it in you to care though as you’re hurtling towards your release.

The thought that makes you come undone is picturing how pretty he’d look when he cums. Brows furrowed, lips bitten and falling into a pretty O shape, moaning your name as he cums deep inside you.

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Hi, I hope you enjoyed! I will definitly be making more parts to this as I see this as a whole enemies to lovers fic. Likes and rb's appreciated, let me know what you think!

#bambolina writes #katsuki #katsuki bakugo imagine #bakugou katsuki #katsuki smut #bakugou smut #katsuki x f!reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader #mha fic #mha smut #mha x y/n

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frostandflamesfanfic · 2 years ago

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Santa Who? (Dad!Steve Harrington x Reader)

Santa Who? (Rated G)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader (gender neutral)

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warnings: None, just Christmas cuteness and toddler hijinks! Dad Steve is back, everyone!

Summary: Amy and Emery Harrington are three years old and cannot wait for Christmas! When your husband tries to keep up a tradition, they begin to question who this mysterious man in a red suit is. Can Uncle Dustin save the day?

“Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen!” your husband read out dramatically, glancing up excitedly at the two little girls sat comfortably on either of your legs. Only one had managed to stay awake the entire way through, whereas the other was watching him read with rapt attention. It was officially the Christmas season and Steve was beyond excited to be able to continue his tradition of reading the beloved holiday poem to your twins.

“On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen!  To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall!  Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!” You couldn’t help but giggle at Steve’s attempt to deepen his voice similar to that of the man in red. He gave a jolly laugh which woke Amy up before continuing with the story in his normal voice. “And I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight, ‘Merry Christmas to all! And to all, a good night!’”

As he closed the hardcover book and moved to set it on the side table, little Emery Harrington reached over to tug on his shirtsleeve. “What dat ‘bout, Daddy?”

Steve smiled down at his little princess. “It’s about Christmas, babe,” he explained gently. “When Saint Nick comes to visit.”

He was met with an adorable head tilt. “Daint….Nick?”

You pecked the soft tufts of light brown copper locks upon her head. “Santa, squirt,” you tried to help. “Remember Santa?”

To your surprise, both girls shook their heads in your lap.

“You never taught your children about Santa?!” Dustin’s voice cracked in disbelief from his position on the floor. It was your brother’s last Christmas in Hawkins before he would be moving to New York for college next summer. You had made the terrible decision to offer for him to stay with you and your family for a few days during the break. “You really are a disgrace to the Henderson name. I mean, honestly….”

“Hey!” Steve reached around your waist and pulled you closer toward his lap protectively. “It’s Harrington now, you little shiiiiiitake mushroom.” He smiled sheepishly at the eye roll you gave in response to his terrible cover-up of a swear in front of the kids. “Besides, we told them about Santa last year. I think they were just too young to remember.”

“Sure, Steve.” Dustin sighed and straightened his back as he stood up, eyes now locked onto yours. “I have to make a call.”

He was already halfway to the receiver before you even gave a nod, the phone cord soon stretched under the guest bedroom door.

“Sure, go ahead,” you remarked under your breath. “Use our phone. What’s mine is yours, dear brother. Not that you even care.”

Steve laughed at your remark, reaching over to pull Em into his lap. “You should have known this was going to happen if you invited him over for the break,” he said, bouncing the dark haired three-year-old up and down for her amusement.

“Yeah, I know, but-“

“Who Fanta?” Em interrupted you with an innocent pout.

Your husband glanced down at her small frame in his hold. She almost looked like a miniature grown-up, big brown eyes serious, stare evident. “Santa?” Steve asked her.

She nodded. “Yesh. Who dat?”

“Well, you kind of know who he is, babe,” he explained. “Remember we got yours and Amy’s picture taken at the mall the other day?” A fond smile lit up both of your faces at the memory. It had been a literal fight with the devil to get the girls in their holiday outfits and to the mall before close. You had told Steve you were going to just take the day off of work to get them prepped, but he had insisted upon helping after work — a mistake that caused a total race to the finish at seven o’clock on the dot. The girls were nearly asleep by the time you got them situated with the kind man in red, but to the two of you, it was a well-earned victory that left you driving home with ten copies of images in your bags.

“Well, Santa knows the names of every little girl and boy in the world and brings presents to the ones who are especially good,” your husband continued to explain. “And on Christmas Eve, he visits everyone’s houses with his reindeer and leaves presents for the good kids and coal for the naughty ones.”

Amy whimpered in your lap and pressed her face against your stomach. Concerned, you frowned and stroked a hand through her short hair. “Whatsa matter, bean?” you cooed.

“Dun want Fanna!!” The light haired angel sobbed into your shirt.

Sharing a confused glance with Steve, you lifted Amy up in your arms to gently wipe at her tear-streaked face. “What’s wrong with Santa, bean, hm?”

Amy only continued to sob, small hands grabbing onto your shirt.

“Babe, you have nothing to worry about,” Steve tried to console her next. He reached over to run three of his fingers up and down her small back. You felt her shiver against you and give a small shake of her head. “You’ve been such a good girl this year. Santa’s not going to give you coal.”

This only made Amy howl more.

What happened? Your gaze silently questioned Steve. Your husband merely gave a shrug in response. Your guess was clearly as good as his.

“I think it’s time for a bit of a nap, don’t you?” he proposed softly. “Then we can have dinner and watch a movie.”

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Aside from the earlier confusion, the rest of the evening went on as most did within the Harrington house. You and Steve worked together to make dinner. Actually, that was a lie. Steve mostly made dinner. You sat at the kitchen counter, eyes locked onto the way a smile wormed its way across his face and how his body swayed to the faint melody of whatever Christmas Carol he had been humming. It had taken the two of you a while, but before long, a warm home cooked meal was ready to be eaten at the kitchen table.

Dustin sat between Amy and Em, at the former’s request. It wasn’t surprising. Uncle Dustin was her idol and everything he did was interesting to her. Amy herself seemed much better after her nap. She had apparently forgotten about the whole Santa conversation and was quick to lose herself in the mashed potatoes on her plate. Much to your chagrin, she discovered how her spoon could be used as the perfect catapult (something you felt sure you could blame Dustin for teaching her at some point). Fortunately, said brother appeared the target of the projectiles, so perhaps he already had his just desserts moment.

“Amy, bean, don’t play with your food,” you pleaded as you reached over to wipe her hands free of the starchy side dish. The next task you busied yourself with was cleaning up the spoon, which you planned on using to help feed her, should her escapades get out of hand.

“My paddews!!” Amy howled sadly. She reached her arms out toward you as you wiped at the utensil before ultimately deciding to swap it for a new one.

“….your what?” Steve couldn’t hide his smile at her antics.

“Her paddles, obviously,” Dustin came to his faithful niece’s aid. He looked far too proud in your opinion, aside from the glob of potatoes still stuck in his curly hair. “Her paddles to guide her on her latest curiosity journey.”

You sighed, and were about to chide your brother for providing the spark for too much curiosity, when there was a knock on the door. Confused, you turned to Steve with a knit brow and frown. “Were you expecting anyone else?”

Your husband shook his head. “No,” he replied. “Could be carolers, though. It’s around that time.”

The knock sounded again — three short ones to be exact, separated with a brief pause each time. It continued two more times before a quick double tap. When the cycle repeated, you could almost make out the familiar beat of jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way….

“Maybe the girls should answer it!” Dustin supplied suddenly. “I think it might be a good idea to start teaching them some independence during this wonderful time we call the holiday season, don’t you?”

Steve narrowed his eyes at your brother in suspicion. “What are you up to, Henderson?”

“Me? Oh, uh, nothing! Nothing at all! Can’t an uncle want to teach his nieces some life skills during Christmas?!”

When the knocking repeated its rhythm for a third time, you heard the low mumble of laughter coming from outside. “Ho Ho Ho,” a deep voice let out. “Is this the Harrington residence?”

You blinked and looked from the door in the hallway over to your brother, who merely smirked and gave a small shrug. “I told you. I had to make a call.”

Without another word, you and Steve got up from the table and picked up a daughter each. As you neared the front door, you could see the shadow of a very familiar looking hat. Turning the doorknob and opening the door, you were surprised. Sporting a belly as jiggly as a bowl full of jelly and nose as red as a cherry was the man in red himself: Santa Claus. You felt your heart swell as you glanced up at his sparkling eyes and incredibly bushy white beard.

Jim Hopper gave you a small wink as he leaned down to smile at both of your girls. “Well, hello here, Amelia and Emery,” he said in an overly deep voice. “Merry Christmas. Do you know who I am?”

Em could hardly keep herself from flying out of Steve’s arms. “FANTA!” she exclaimed. “FANTA CLAWS!”

Amy, on the other hand, was as frozen as an icicle in your hold. She blinked at the man before her in fear. Your heart broke to see her lower lip quiver in what you could only assume was an indication of an upcoming tantrum — something you rarely experienced with your typically quiet child.

As though he could sense the impending doom, “Santa” turned his attention over to Amy. “I heard from my elves at the North Pole that you two were some of the first kids on the nice list this year,” he said in a jolly tone. “That’s pretty impressive, so I thought I might drop by and give you a little something special early.”

With a wink, he turned behind him to brandish a red and gold embroidered sack. You let out a small snort at his antics, wiggling his white-gloved fingers before reaching dramatically into the bag to pull out a small mailbox outfitted in red and green paper. Along the side of the box in gold lettering was written, For Santa’s Eyes Only. With a smile, he held it out to you and Amy. “No one else has one quite like this,” he exaggerated his whisper. “You and your sister are the only ones that’ll be able to have direct contact with us up in the North Pole. You can be my little helpers, okay? Can I count on you two?”

Em grinned. “YESH!” she shouted in excitement.

“Santa” returned her grin in a similar fashion. “Why thank you, Miss Emery,” he replied, turning to face you and Amy. “Now, what about you, Miss Amelia?”

Almost in deep thought, Amy hesitated before waving her hand in a “come hither” motion. With a confused smile, “Santa” obeyed and leaned his ear closer to hear her whispers. After a moment, he grinned and gave a jolly laugh. “Oh, I think we can definitely manage that,” he replied with a smile. “You two take care of that special mailbox for me, alright? I have to head back to the North Pole to help the elves get ready for Christmas. I heard Rudolph may have gotten loose in the kitchen again.”

After saying your goodbyes and sending a silent thanks to Hopper, your little family made your way back inside. Em was far too excited and eager to tell Dustin about their latest visitor, jumping around the mailbox you had set on the living room coffee table as she shared the story. Even Amy was in far better spirits. Later that night, she asked for your help to write her first original letter to Santa, thanking him for stopping by and keeping their little secret.

When you asked Dustin what she meant by that the next day, he only smiled and gave you a wink. “Never trust an uncle and his nieces around a cookie jar, my dear sibling,” he responded rather dramatically, “for it only leads to temptation.”

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Author's Note: Dad Steve is back everyone and he brought his adorable little munchkins alongside him. You all seemed to love Amy and Emery so much with my thanksgiving fic, Recipe for Family, I just had to bring them back. They are absolutely adorable and I would be lying if I said I didn't squeal several times whilst writing this fic!

If you want to see more dad!Steve fics on my blog or during Stevemas, make sure to leave a comment or reblog! These two interactions really help me understand what you all like to see from me -- plus it gives me the motivation to keep writing/posting. I'm not sure if it's Tumblr eating my posts or if I'm just picking the wrong times, but it would really make my day to see how many people are enjoying my first Tumblr event! If you have any suggestions for future fics, send me an ask or DM and I would love to chat with you about it. Who knows...maybe it'll end up on the fic schedule ;)

Until next time, my little sparks <3

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forasecondtherewedwon · 9 months ago

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My Nancy Drew Masterlist

Rated G

The Hostest With the Ghostest Bess is doing her best to keep things with Odette friendly—and only friendly—like everyone wants. But, gosh, it's hard when all Odette seems interested in talking about is love. Bess x Odette | 1.8k

Rated T

bad girls bend George helps Ace and Nancy deal with Temperance's curse. Ace x Nancy | <1k

every way (love's a little stronger) Nighttime relaxes Nancy like nothing else can. Ace x Nancy | <1k

how he got here (I don't know) “You thinking about your mom?” Nancy asks straight out, and damn, does Ryan ever appreciate her for it. 1.2k

The Mystery of the Library Archive The love's only in the letters—Lucy and Ryan's Y2K emails. Totally confined to the research. Purely in the subject matter of the case and absolutely, definitely, unequivocally not in Nancy and Ace's investigative process. Ace x Nancy | 2.1k

You Know Dasher and Dancer (And Charlie and Jesse and Ted and Victoria) George invites Nick to Christmas dinner and her family is just… They’re a lot. George x Nick | 2k

you know I try (most of the time) Rejecting Nancy’s instruction to run, Ace goes after her, back towards Temperance and the Veil. Ace x Nancy | 1.4k

Rated M

Rug Chat The aftermath of "a spot of word-free physicality." Bess x Addy | <1k

Rated E

In the House of Gil Repute “I’m going to hazard a theory that no one has ever been as turned on by the promise of banana cream pie,” Nancy says. She’s striving to turn this around on him, preserve, you know, some part of her dignity. But this is Gil Bobbsey, and he knows how to play the game. He smirks at her before countering, “Yeah, well, nobody’s ever promised banana cream pie in such a seductive tone of voice.” Nancy x Gil | 1.9k

Love Me Like You Drew Romance author Nancy Drew is great at writing about love—like, bestseller great—but she hasn't been so great at feeling it since her mom died. Struggling to find inspiration for the much-anticipated follow-up to her beloved early works, she drives from New York to Horseshoe Bay, Maine. The picturesque town effortlessly provides, though the handsome diner dishwasher is a bit much. She's going to ignore him. She's going to try to ignore him. Or, the five times Nancy sees Ace as a Harlequin romance cover come to life and the one time he's just a guy. Ace x Nancy | 30k

Lustbuster It's probably not the best idea to let Nancy decide how to manage her lust, but it probably wasn't the best idea to leave Ace in charge of watching her either. Ace x Nancy | 3.9k

Shuck Buddies Nancy’s here for the oysters. Ace is here for… yeah, the oysters. Sure. Those. Ace x Nancy | 20k

Such Bluffs as Dreams Are Made On Maybe that’s as far as this dreamscape is supposed to take them—just shy of a kiss. Nancy might believe that, if this was her first time being drawn into her own head by paranormal forces. But it’s not and she doesn’t. Ace x Nancy | 3.6k

cross-posted to my Bayside Claw Coupon Book.

#no I haven't written anything for ND in two years #but I'm streamlining my big masterlist so I need this to link!!!#can't believe I never made one #my writing #Nancy Drew #Nace #Ace [redacted]#George Fan #Ned Nickerson #Bess Marvin

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madam-wakefield · 11 months ago

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Pub Quiz

A little Drabble written for the @berenaadvent day 7 prompt “Comet”

Sorry if this makes absolutely no sense, I wrote it whilst I was waiting for my daughter to come out of surgery, needed something to distract myself.

Read on A03

Serena has always known Bernie’s general knowledge is shocking. Her musical knowledge is beyond that, to be honest Serena doesn’t think a word has been invented to describe how bad Bernie’s musical knowledge is.

That being said they’d decided to join Fletch, and Raf for the quiz. They’d been at Albies having a post work glass of wine and the others had asked them to join to make a team of four. It’s nearly Christmas and they are always up for a good laugh, so they’d agreed.

Bernie has been useful for the geography questions and the question about the highest military ranks of the Army, Air Force and Navy that none of the rest of them had a chance of getting. But now they’ve got onto the Christmas round and Bernie has looked at them blank during every question. They can’t even say they’ve let her do the writing as her handwriting is awful too.

“Name all of Santa’s nine reindeer,” comes the voice over the microphone.

“Rudolph, Prancer and Dancer,” Serena says writing as she talks.

“Vixen and Blitzen,” Fletch adds once Serena finishes writing.

There is a small pause before Raf adds, “Dasher and Donner.” Serena continues to write, pen scratching noisily against the paper.

“Cupid!” Fletch whispers excitedly, not wanting to be overheard, before Serena has even finished writing down the answers from Raf.

Serena glances over the paper, eyes scanning the names she’s already written. “That’s only eight, we’ve forgotten one.”

“Say the ones we got,” Fletch says, as if hoping hearing them all will trigger his brain.

“Rudolph, Prancer, Dancer, Vixen, Blitzen, Dasher, Donner and Cupid.” Serena says, eyebrows furrowed as if thinking deeply.

“Comet?” Bernie whispers not totally convinced that she’s right.

“Pardon,” Serena shoots back looking at her girlfriend surprised but also wanting her to speak again, a little louder.

“Comet isn’t it, like they go in pairs usually. I’m sure it’s Comet and Cupid!”

“Of course, it is,” Fletch says excitedly. Mikey always tells me that’s the one he remembers because the other names are boring and girly but that at least Comet can remind him of something burning through the sky.

“Comet used to be Charlotte’s favourite too,” Bernie says with a smile. “She used to say that Rudolph was too popular and so she spent years ensuring that everything she ever did that linked to reindeers was Comet!”

“Well, I’d never have through it,” Serena says merrily “who’d have guessed that Bernie Wolfe, answering a question in a quiz, that doesn’t link to geography or the military. They all laugh then, even Bernie who knows the joking is all good natured, will admit herself how awful her general knowledge usually is.

And when they end up winning the quiz by one point, they put it all down to Bernie and her knowledge of Santa’s reindeer.

#Berena Advent 2023 #Berena Advent Comet #Madam Wakefield Writes #Bernie Wolfe #Serena Campbell #Berena #Berena Fanfic #Holby #Holby City #Buckle Fandom

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maleficar-writes · 4 years ago

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Of Unicorns, Virgins, and Other Such Things

Pairing: Female Lavellan/Solas

Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition

Rating: Explicit

Additional Tags: Only partially crack

Summary: A noble attempting to curry favor with the Inquisition gives Inquisitor Lavellan a unicorn. It gets in the way. A lot.

On AO3: Link

“But what is it?” the Inquisitor asked, ears flicking with annoyance as she peered at the massive white beast stomping around her courtyard, nickering nastily at everyone who wasn’t Cole. It was quite pretty, with a flowing mane and tail that shimmered like starlight. Its hooves and horn glimmered gold in the brilliant light of early afternoon.

“A gift,” Josephine said, a bit too cheerfully. “From a noble who seeks to curry your favor. It is a rare, almost mythical unicorn.”

The Inquisitor peered at it. “It doesn’t have a sword through its face like the other one.”

“Because this is a natural unicorn,” Josephine said with infinite patience.

The Inquisitor’s right ear twitched, her expression flattening. “You said mythical.”

“I said almost mythical.”

“And this from you,” Varric interjected, leaning against a wooden post and giving the Inquisitor one of those shit-eating grins. Her ears twitched again. “The woman who does at least ten impossible things before breakfast.”

She pulled her lips back and gave him a snarl. Any normal person would have seen that expression and pissed themselves, but Varric just laughed like this was all good fun. It was infuriating how she was supposed to be the most deadly person in Thedas – though, probably, the Hero of Ferelden was more so – but none of her companions seemed to treat her with the respect deadly people deserved. Actually, now that she thought about it, no one did. It was always Inquisitor, fetch this thing or Inquisitor, take this other thing to the place with the people or even Inquisitor, my wife is dying and my son knows how to cure her so please go to him but, oh, no, he won’t come back with the potion or even given you the recipe he’ll just give you the potion to bring back to me necessitating you making future trips to bolster the Inquisition’s reputation. Not that she had strong feelings about this.

“Also this unicorn is not dead.”

“Fluffy,” the Inquisitor said with sharp enunciating, “is not dead. She is respirationally challenged. More importantly, why doesn’t this one like anyone except Cole?”

Solas, who had been hovering at the edge of the courtyard with a studious expression on his face, swung toward her at the question. “Lore surrounding unicorns posits they prefer the company of virgins and will defend a virgin quite violently.”

The Inquisitor went still. Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. “Oh,” she finally managed.

“Indeed.” Solas slipped closer to her. “Given the unicorn’s nature, it might be best to have—”

He broke off as the unicorn, with a whiny loud enough to burst eardrums, rounded on them and charged. He threw himself to the side, snapping a barrier into place around himself, Josie, the Inquisitor, and Varric, and stumbled. He righted himself only with Josie’s help.

“Oh,” the Inquisitor said as the unicorn paced in a circle around her. She felt heat rising to her cheeks. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of being a virgin. That didn’t bother her at all. It was just that a four-legged beast with a spike growing out its head was telling everyone in Skyhold that she’d never gotten laid.

Twenty-four years old, leading one of the most powerful political forces in the world, surrounded by men and women who pretty much oozed sex appeal, and she’d never had sex.

This was her life.

She dragged a hand down her face as Varric made a noise of pure delight. “Inquisitor, he seems to like you.”

“I’m going to kill you,” she muttered.

The unicorn’s muzzle rubbed against her face. It lipped her ear. With a shriek, she bolted away from it.

“He really seems to like you!” Varric called after her as she tore across the courtyard, the unicorn prancing happily after her.

She tried hiding in the great hall. She tried hiding in the tavern. She climbed the ladder to Cullen’s Blighted bedroom and crawled under his bed – much to his sputtering horror – and the damn thing somehow managed to follow her everywhere. When she decided to go out on missions, it was waiting in the stables, somehow saddled, looking at her with huge, watery eyes that seemed to say Ride me, beautiful virgin, and she’d go red to her ears.

Passing judgments was next to impossible. The Tevinter shem who had led the Wardens astray had taken one look at the unicorn standing proudly beside her throne and dissolved into giggles. Ser Ruth, who had turned herself in around the same time the Tevinter mage was brought before her, took one look at the unicorn and started choking. Ostensibly on laughter, but the Inquisitor hoped the woman swallowed her tongue.

“You can’t follow me everywhere,” she told the damn beast as it followed her across one of the ramparts. She and Cole kept putting him in the stables. He kept escaping. Somehow.

Vivienne thought he was possessed, and Bull tended to agree, but everything was demons and despair with those two anyway.

“You need to let me do my job.” He stared at her with watery eyes. She attempted to remain unmoved. “You need a name, too.”

He pranced, hopping from hoof to hoof as if he understood. In the back of her head, she heard Solas intoning, Unicorns are widely believed to be incredibly intelligent creatures. Do your best to be polite. That horn isn’t for show.

“Pokey?” she suggested.

The unicorn gave her a look that pretty clearly said, You’re shitting me.

“Fine, fair, I agree, it was a bad idea.” She was bad at naming things, though. The other day, she’d scraped together enough lambswool to make a new set of robes for Solas, and when asked by Dagna and Harritt to give the coat some kind of identifier, she’d just said, “Sheep’s Clothing.” They’d looked at her like she’d grown two heads before declaring it Resisting Magical Something or Another.

She had told Solas about the incident. He hadn’t approved, though she couldn’t fathom why.

Tugging on one of her braids, she gave the unicorn an assessing look. “You kind of look like a Bob to me.”

He blinked at her and that blink somehow managed to convey his dripping disdain.

“Not Pokey. Not Bob.” She chewed on her lower lip, and the unicorn made a sound that might have been horsey delight. It disturbed her. Deeply. She stopped chewing on her lip. “We could go with something noble. Charger?” He shook his head. Or ruffled his mane. Or something. She took it to be a no. “Dasher? Dancer? Prancer?” She paused. “Now that’s just ridiculous. You’re not making this easy, you know.”

He shuffled up to her and rubbed his nose against her shoulder. She, meanwhile, eyed the exceptionally sharp tip of his horn as it bobbed next to her face. Tentatively, she stroked the unicorn’s neck. “What about Hanal’ghilan? You’re not a halla, but it’s a noble name.”

He whickered and caught her ear with his lips. With an indignant shriek, she tore across the parapets.

In a rare moment of unicorn-free time later that afternoon, she slipped into Solas’s room to study the murals he was painting. And possibly to snuggle up to him and make him incredibly uncomfortable. There was something to be said for flustering him, and it was so delightfully easy that even a virgin could do it.

In her defense, she wasn’t much of a virgin. The unicorn might count her as one, but she’d done more than her fair share of playing poke and tickle with some of the other youths in her clan. She’d just never gone far enough to jeopardize her position.

“Solas,” she greeted cheerfully.

His head snapped up, his eyes darting all around her. Then he relaxed. “I see you’re without your stalwart protector.”

She slipped up to him. He wasn’t painting, was standing beside his table with a book in one hand. His fingers, long and lithe and delightfully wicked, were splayed across the pages of a book that lay open on the table before him.

Dancing her fingers up his tunic, she drew closer to him. “Stolen moments are so rare,” she purred, watching with delight as his eyes widened slightly.

“Inquisitor, I—”

“You?” she asked, rising onto her toes to brush her lips against his. It wasn’t even close to a kiss, but it was enough to get her a little tingly and a lot interested in actual kissing. She wanted real kisses, the fiery, passionate, he-shoves-his-hands-in-her-hair kinds of kisses. Kisses that involved tongue, but not Fade tongue. Fade tongue only got a girl so far.

He swallowed and made a strangled sort of noise in the back of his throat. “I don’t think…”

“Oh, but you do,” she murmured. “Entirely too much.” She canted her head to the side, sliding one arm about his neck. His book tumbled to the ground as his arm went around her waist, tugging her flush against him.

Their mouths were so close, his eyes so intent and filled with burning, desperate wanting.

From above them came a mighty crash.

“Confounded creature!” Dorian shouted. He followed that shout with many more, none of them understandable, all of them Tevene.

Solas all but shoved her away from him, throwing himself at the scaffolding to the side of the room as she heaved a heavy, beleaguered sigh and Hanal’ghilan tore into the room looking like a demon. He snorted, chest heaving, head lowered, and charged straight at Solas.

His horn missed Solas’s butt – and what a tight, sexy butt it was, she thought as he scrambled up the ladder – by inches.

Hanal’ghilan skidded to a stop between her and Solas, scratching the stone floor fiercely with his hooves. He huffed, dragging one hoof over the stone as if readying to charge, and she sighed heavily. “We need to discuss personal boundaries,” she said to him, patting him on the back.

It took her and Cole promising Hana’ghilan the best oats and a stupid amount of sugar cubes to get him to leave Solas’s rotunda. It took even longer to get the unicorn back to the stables, where the Inquisitor assured him up and down that she wouldn’t go anywhere near Solas ever again and he needn’t worry about her losing her virginity in the near to immediate future. He snorted, clearly not believing her, which was pretty much the right response because that night, Solas barged into her dreams with all the subtly of a charging druffalo.

He caught her face in his hands and kissed her, and she threw her arms around his neck, wrapping her legs around his waist and forcing him to hold her. They stumbled until her back pressed against a wall, and his tongue was in her mouth, tasting her, and it was so good.

Except for the part where it wasn’t real.

“I’m going to kill that creature,” Solas growled against her mouth, working his hands under her tunic to cup her breasts. That was also good. It was better than good. Heat lanced through her, and she dragged his mouth back to hers for more kisses.

She’d done a lot of kissing in twenty four years. Well, to be fair, it wasn’t as though she’d popped out of the womb and started kissing people. Maybe it was more like twelve years, unless she counted that time she kissed Theron when she was six. It hadn’t been a good kiss. She decided not to count it.

“I’m going to kill you,” she growled back, tugging at his clothes, wondering why he bothered with them in the Fade at all.

Probably because they never got much further than kissing shirtless. He always balked at that point.

“What have I done?” he asked as he caught her lower lip in his teeth, tugging gently.

She responded by grinding her hips against his, making him gasp with pleasure and shock and, really, he should be used to her doing this like this by now. “Nothing, hahren,” she replied in a throaty murmur, and he pressed closer to her, his eyes flickering with lust. “And that’s the problem.”

She heard something crash. It was a splintery sound. Rather like what wood might sound like when it shattered. She went stiff in his arms, and he noticed immediately. “Vhenan?” he asked, drawing his hands down her sides.

“Oh, by the Dread Wolf’s hairy ball—” The Fade dream fractured as a very large something pounded up her stairs and neighed loud enough to wake the dead. She bolted upright from her nest on the floor – she still wasn’t used to the concept of shem beds – and hurled her pillow at Hanal’ghilan’s face.

It hit his horn and stuck.

As he shook his head wildly, trying to dislodge the pillow, she threw another one. “It was a dream!” she shouted, hurling a third pillow. “It was just a dream, I was dreaming, and how did you even get in here?”

In the end, her pillow went flying off Hanal’ghilan’s horn and straight out her open window. It soared over her balcony and disappeared into the snowy mountains. Hanal’ghilan had the good sense to bow his head and give her those sad, watery eyes that were almost as guilt-inducing as puppy eyes.

“I’m still mad at you,” she groused as she patted a spot next to her pile of blankets. Hanal’ghilan happily settled there, and, after a moment, she dropped a pillow on his side and curled up against him. It wasn’t so different from sleeping with a halla.

The next morning, she stumbled into the tavern for breakfast with Hanal’ghilan on her heels, and Varric, who was always obscenely cheerful at all hours, saluted her with a mug of that wonderfully bitter, disgustingly perfect drink the shems called coffee. She made grabby hands at it and he surrendered it to her. “Looks like you’ve still got your unicorn chastity belt,” he said and she dragged her hands down her face, pushing the coffee aside and leaning across the table.

“All I want,” she hissed, “is to kiss him.”

“Who, the unicorn or Chuckles?” Varric asked, waving a serving girl over for another cup of coffee.

She pinned Varric with a glare that could probably melt silverite. At the very least, it should have seared the flesh off his bones.

Varric, however, was immune to such looks. She knew this. She still tried to employ them. They always failed. “My hahren—”

“That’s what the kids are calling it these days?” He rubbed his chin. “I’ll have to remember that.”

“That,” she sputtered, “is a term of respect for an elder and not some – some—” She broke off, still sputtering.

“Some salacious pet name?” he supplied.

Dorian dropped into the seat next to her. Aside from Cole, Dorian was the only man Hanal’ghilan let touch her. “Who are we giving salacious pet names to? Can I be next?”

She dropped her head to the table with an audible thunk. “It’s bad enough everyone knows I’ve never had sex with anyone,” she complained into the wood.

“And all you want is for Solas to throw you down and have his wicked way with you, but you have one very large, very white, very horny problem,” Dorian said with far too much cheer for the time of morning.

There was a beat of silence. Then he and Varric broke into laughter so loud it probably reached the Creator’s in the Beyond. She wanted to claw their faces off, but that wasn’t what civilized Inquisitors did.

The door to the tavern banged open, and she turned her head to see a very surly Solas in the doorway. He stopped there. Saw Hanal’ghilan. Hanal’ghilan saw him.

Some kind of energy snapped between the two of them, Hanal’ghilan pawing at the hardwood floor as she hissed at him to behave. Solas spun about on his heel and left. With a cheerful whicker of pleasure, Hanal’ghilan nuzzled against her shoulder.

“I’m going to die a virgin,” she groaned.

“Was this even an issue before our friend showed up?” Dorian asked. He had tried to pronounce Hanal’ghilan’s name once. She had told him if he ever tried again, she would burn all his silky robes and force him to wear cotton. The horror on his face had been priceless.

“No,” she moaned, reaching blindly for her coffee.

One of them, Creators bless them, pushed the mug into her hands. She picked her face off the table and hunkered over the steaming mug, taking small sips of the still too hot drink. It was black and bitter – as bleak as her sex life. She pointed to the mug. “This coffee is my sex life.”

“Hot and steamy?” Varric asked.

“Bitter and black and awful.”

“I thought you liked coffee,” Varric said.

“I don’t. I hate it.” She drank it anyway. “It’s just a good kick in the ass in the morning so I’m awake enough to wrangle all of you. Like whiny little halla who don’t want to go in their pens.”

“We have pens now?” Dorian asked. “That’s rather deviant, Inquisitor.”

“I hate you,” she muttered, throwing back the rest of the coffee in a single gulp.

She began to plan. She went to Cole, because Cole was the only one in Skyhold other than her, apparently, who was a virgin. It was awful. It was terrible. Because of Hanal’ghilan, she knew more about the sex lives of everyone in the Inquisition that she ever wanted or needed to know. The reverse, of course, was also true, and the only one who didn’t seem to care was Cole. Everyone else teased her mercilessly.

“Still have your white shadow,” Leliana had said idly in the War Room two days ago while Hanal’ghilan had lowered his horn at Cullen and proceeded to push the Commander around the room – the Inquisitor had not wanted to consider why.

Just yesterday, Sera had gone on at some length to Blackwall about being elbow deep in circumstances. And had asked the Inquisitor how her circumstances were. They’d both howled with laughter. The Inquisitor had wanted to die.

Or to stick them with something pointy.

Hanal’ghilan was off harassing someone else, so she was planning. With Cole. Planning with Cole was more like trying to herd cats than halla. He kept wandering off in his mind, and she kept having to refocus him. She understood the drifting; they were in the tavern, and there were lots of thoughts constantly brushing up on him. “We should have gone to one of the empty towers,” she said after two hours of getting nothing done.

“I can lead him away for a while,” Cole said abruptly. “We can make crowns of flowers and give them to you when it’s done.”

Her head hit the table with an audible thunk. “Couldn’t we have come to this conclusion at least an hour and a half ago, Cole?”

“Maybe,” he said. He tilted his head to the side. “But you weren’t ready then. You are now. Don’t worry, Solas burns, too. Heated, hot, heavy hands on his—”

Squeaking, she flailed, shushing him. “That’s private, Cole!”

“But he thinks it so loud.” Cole blinked at her with those huge eyes of his. “So do you. You think about him pushing, pressing, pinning. Holding you down and—”

She sputtered, pressing her face into her hands. “Private,” she groaned. When her face stopped flaming, she lowered her hands. “Let’s do it, then. You lead him away. Do the flower thing. And I…”

“Will have and be had,” Cole supplied.

“Yes, that,” she agreed.

So Cole left, and she watched him go to the stables. She watched him lead Hanal’ghilan to the gates. She watched him lead the unicorn out. And then she ran for Solas.

He was pouring over some book she was sure was very interesting, but it couldn’t be more interesting than him bending her over something and—well. She really didn’t know where to go from there, she’d just heard Dorian talk about being bent over things. Presumably, it worked the same way as everything else, but she just didn’t know.

“Hahren,” she said breathlessly, stumbling to a halt just in front of him.

He looked up at her with interest, but not interest.

“Forgive me, but I—”

“Cole took Hanal’ghilan out of Skyhold,” she said, and there was the interest she was looking for. She held out her hand. “Come with me?”

Creators, it suddenly occurred to her that he might say no. That he might gently rebuff her. He had hinted, on more than one occasion, that she was too young for him, that it was inappropriate for him as her hahren to act on any feelings for her. She would strangle him, she decided, if he told her no.

He shot to his feet, taking her hand. “You deserve better than what is sure to be a quick tumble,” he said as she all but dragged him out of the rotunda and hauled him across the great hall.

Behind them, Varric called out, “Unicorn chastity belt, Inquisitor!”

“I’m going to stick you on a spit and roast you, Varric,” she shouted back just before she pushed open her door.

She and Solas tumbled through the door and scrambled as quickly as possible around the tower to the actual door to her room. Then they were through it, and his hands were in her hair, dragging her mouth to his as he pressed her against the side of the stairwell and kissed her. Creators, it was a kiss. His nails scraped against her scalp as his tongue swept into her mouth. It was real and visceral and it flooded her with heat.

“Bed,” he said against her mouth, and he started to draw away.

“The wall is fine,” she protested, pulling him back.

His teeth found her lip, biting and tugging, and she whimpered softly before pressing another hot kiss to his mouth. “Not for your first time,” he said.

“Solas, you could fuck me in the dirt in the woods, and it would be fine,” she snapped, thrusting her hand into his breeches to find him achingly hard.

He swore, cleverly and creatively in Elvish, as she closed her fist around him and stroked. Creators, he was big. She’d stroked boys in her clan until they spilled in her hand, but they were boys and Solas was a man, and the idea of having this part of him inside of her was turning her brain to goo. Her smalls were a mess. She was a mess.

“Fuck me here, hahren,” she breathed, squeezing his cock. He gasped, his breath fanning across her lips. “Up against the wall, just like this.” She rubbed her thumb over his tip, rolling her hips against his thigh.

“Vhenan,” he said, strangled.

“The more you protest, the more time you waste,” she pointed out, taking his hand and guiding it between her legs.

He hissed, pressing the heel of his palm against her clit, rubbing her through the fabric of her trousers, and her mind went blank. She rocked against him, grinding herself on him in a rhythm that practically had her soaking through the fabric. Words escaped her. All she could do was gasp and moan, mewling for more as she worked herself over his hand, hers still stroking him.

Yanking his hand back, he deftly unlaced her trousers. Pushed them down her hips. They caught on her boots, but that didn’t deter them. He stepped between her legs, and she lifted them, trapped as they were, around his hips. His fingers pressed against her wet cunt, one sliding easily into her, and he groaned. “I should do more for you,” he said.

“Fuck me,” she demanded, sliding the fingers of her free hand behind his head. She urged him closer, feigning a kiss, then went straight for his ear. Her lips closed around the delicately pointed tip and he snapped.

He tore at the laces of his breeches, knocking her hand aside in his efforts to free himself. She kept sucking him, pulling broken groans from him with every drag of her tongue along the shell of his ear. And then his cock was free of his pants, and he was pressing it into her, and she had to release his ear so she could let her head fall back against the stone.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she hissed, clawing at his shoulders as he worked himself inside her.

He murmured something in Elvish she couldn’t understand – he was always doing that, speaking far more of their language than any elvhen had a right to – and then he was all the way inside her. “Vhenan.” He sounded strangled.

She brought his lips to hers. “Doesn’t hurt,” she told him. “Shouldn’t it hurt?”

“Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t,” he ground out, and she ground against him, rocking her hips over his. They both gasped at the same time.

“Lucky me,” she said on a soft exhale. “Now, won’t you shut up and fuck me?”

He did. Creators, he did. He wasn’t tender or gentle. He was demanding, taking what he wanted with brisk thrusts that had her moaning his name every time he pushed into her. One hand curved around her ass to support her, to give her more leverage, while the other worked between their bodies to stroke her clit.

That was a revelation. Having a man inside her as he played with her? She could hardly breathe for how good it felt. Some demented part of her thought it felt so good in part because it was petty revenge on an obnoxious unicorn, too.

Then she was lost to thought, drowning in the feel of him. He made her cry out, made her quiver and shake in his arms, until finally, finally, her body clenched around his cock. It was the strangest, most delightful sensation she’d ever experienced, the orgasm somehow more intense for having him inside her. She swore – something about the Dread Wolf’s balls – and Solas swore – something about Mythal’s tits – and then he was coming, too, with jerky, abbreviated thrusts and a look of ecstasy on his face.

They slumped against each other, gasping.

“Vhenan,” he began, but she cut him off with bright, wicked laughter, peppering his face with kisses.

“Finally,” she crowed, laughing, kissing him, wrapping her arms tight around his shoulders and just hugging him. “Finally, finally, finally!” She pulled back, eyes widening with delight. “You know what this means?”

“I’m damned for all eternity for despoiling you?” he asked mildly.

She knew her expression was demented from the way his brows rose slowly. “That Blighted unicorn is going to hate me now!”

An hour or so later, Hanal’ghilan came screaming into the great hall, flowers braided into his mane. He slid to a halt before the Inquisitor’s throne, where she sat idly drinking coffee. He approached slowly, his nostrils flaring, and then recoiled from her. There was, interestingly enough, no condemnation in his eyes. Just quiet acceptance. He trotted away.

“I almost feel bad,” she said, taking a noisy sip of her coffee, as Solas drifted through the great hall toward her, a predatory look in his eyes.

At her side, Varric said, “Do you really?”

“Mmm. A little. A very little.” She sighed happily. “My sex life is still like my coffee, though.”

“Bitter and black?”

She gave him a wicked smile. “Hot and steamy.”

“More than I needed to know, Inquisitor,” he said, and he fled as Solas gained the dais.

“I believe I owe you hours of leisurely lovemaking, vhenan,” he said.

She tossed back the rest of her coffee and set the mug aside. “Let’s see if you can keep up, old man.” He did. But so did she, and it was wonderful.

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DuckTales 2017 - “How Santa Stole Christmas!”

Story by: Francisco Angones, Madison Bateman, Colleen Evanson, Christian Magalhaes, Bob Snow

Written by: Colleen Evanson

Storyboard by: Sam King, Kathryn Marusik, Stephan Park

Directed by: Jason Zurek

The Last Christmas...episode of DuckTales 2017.

Twas the night before Christmas, and all throughout the night, The kids are reminded of Scrooge and Santa's fight. Previous episodes have brought up Scrooge's Santa furore And this is the episode where we get the whole story.

The episode starts with Della, tucking her children into bed, Feeding them stories to put in their head. It's not the usual story, as her children moan, but reasons for that old elf to not be allowed in their home.

But outside of Webby, the kids aren't Santa-haters Even if he's known by the McDucks for being among traitors They hear thumps on the roof, and the kids will go to the Manor's ceiling, where they see a shadow

As the figure shows himself, their childlike wonder was not blessed...

...as it was someone else whose name starts with S.

Scrooge was preparing his defenses against any reindeer, and ensuring on Christmas, no Claus will be near. He ensures the kids they don't need him, as he is rich. See, he's able to give them all hats that itch.

It's practical, he says, though the kids think it's lame As they wanted a trampoline, a cell phone, and a video game. Before Scrooge can explain, he hears the doorbell. Carolers, Scrooge assumes, and the lies that they tell.

He opens the door, Webby readying weapons she possessed and it turned out to be our jolly old guest. Scrooge grits his teeth, and the children shout with glee...

...and then Santa falls down, nearly crushing Dewey.

It's here that I realize this rhyming is annoying you, and that's okay, because I'm getting tired of it, too. I can really only do this for a short review-ey, So the rest of this are normal paragraphs, ah phooey.

So Santa falls down and breaks his leg, and even Scrooge, with his pretty low opinion on Santa Claus, is concerned for his well being. He even has to motion to Webby to put down her grappling hook that she was apparently was preparing to put into Santa's chest. She then slowly brings out a sword. It's a joke on the same level as that spork one from a previous episode; it's a classic Webby moment.

After hearing that Frank Sinatra-esque Christmas-themed opening from the last Christmas episode, now with 100% more Della, Santa wakes up near the chimney fire. I like the detail that it's barred up to prevent Santa's usual Christmas travel, though as I was told as a kid who lived in a house that didn't have a chimney and this episode proves, he can use a door just fine. In this universe, he's real, and he proves this by giving Huey, Dewey, and Louie their video game, trampoline, and cell phone, respectively. He tries to do the same with Webby, but she pretends to like her hat better. Got to look good for the man she idolizes, after all.

That man, Scrooge, decides to reveal exactly what Santa did to get his ire: he stole something from him. All but one of the kids can't believe it, and the one exception couldn't figure out exactly what that something could be. Don't worry, this is not going to become one of those Christmas Carol pastiches, as DuckTales 2017 is a lot more clever than that and didn't feel like competing with that rat that must not be named. Instead, it's more like Santa Claus is Coming To Town, where we get to hear the origin of the holiday that Scrooge says was stolen from him. The title isn't wrong, it really is actually Santa that stole Christmas this time!

Santa doesn't have time for this, as he needs to get Christmas finished before sunrise. It is still Christmas Eve, after all. He asks Scrooge, with his belt so tight, to drive his sleigh tonight, and it takes some begging from Huey, Dewey, and Louie for him to oblige. Well, that, and Santa offers him to never come to the McDuck Manor if he does the deed. That's not the only offer, as Santa decides to tell the kids a story I thought would be the noodle incident of the cartoon.

The story begins with Scrooge during one of his business stints, selling heat-giving coal to the populace of a snow-filled village, with no buyers in one particular cottage. He finds a polar bear with a sleigh singing about bells that jingle, and Scrooge comes over to help him out. Introducing himself as Santa Claus, Scrooge finds out that he does have similar goals, though Santa prefers to warm people's hearts with toys rather than coal. Santa tries that same cottage, offering a gift for free, and they happily let him in, and he was so kind that they even allow him to bring that guest that was yelling at them to buy his coal.

The big guy ends up being the life of the party at the cottage with his new hit song, filled with people of short stature with colorful costumes, until the fire burns out. Scrooge's coal ends up saving the party, though Santa had to use his own way of selling it by just grabbing it right out of his bag and throwing it in the fireplace. This warms the hearts and the house of the cottage dwellers, though Scrooge could tell it's more because he's a friend of that jolly guy than anything else. It's quite clear Scrooge has more reason to start his hatred of that red guy beyond being named after that classic Christmas-time villain.

The hatred doesn't start just yet, though, but he is a little bewildered by an idea that Santa Claus has: not only does he want to bring this heat source to this cottage and the people who were just visiting it, but to everyone in the world in one night! Scrooge knows this is impossible, but Santa feels he knows some way he can do this. This begins a brand new friendship, and this is where Webby is confused.

Webby: Wait, Scrooge doesn't have any friends!

Understandably, Goldie is more of a frenemy, being friends with Launchpad is far too easy to count, and it's debatable if anyone is Gyro's friend, either.

We cut to what's happening in the present, where Scrooge gets on the sleigh with all of the reindeer kids would know. All the kids know Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen. If they think of any other reindeer's name, well, let's let another Christmas special sort that one out:

Olive, the other reindeer: By the way, where's Rudolph?

Comet: There's no Rudolph. It's just one of those urban legends.

Along with Santa and himself, Scrooge decides to only let the one kid who knows Santa is a fraud, Webby, on the sleigh. The kids protest, and Santa implies to them that if they go to bed, they would be on the nice list. They already got their gifts, and if Santa ends up doing his end of the bargain, it wouldn't even matter, but the nephews decide to go back to bed. One could argue that Santa could boop his nose and instantly turn the video game, cell phone, and trampoline into coal, and that one is confusing this episode with another special with siblings that wear the primary colors.

As the reindeer fly into the sky, Webby continues her anti-Santa creed, saying that she wouldn't be wooed by dolls, candles, or crossbows. That last one does end up piquing Webby's interest enough, and Santa does reveal that, yup, that's what she was getting. Scrooge tells Santa it's going to take more than that, and Webby isn't trying too hard to prove that's true. In fact, she actually blurts that she's worried that Santa wouldn't be able to finish Christmas in time, and Santa tells her, and it's all because of another artifact from that legendary Finch journal. No, I'm just kidding, there's no journal in this episode; along with the Halloween episode that also doesn't feature it, this episode was written before anything else in this season.

That artifact is the Feliz Navidiamond, a diamond that can slow down time to the point where the mission to give coal to everyone on Earth is a possibility rather than pure fantasy, and Scrooge happens to have a map that leads right to it. Said map leads to Cascabel Cavern, a cavern known for having creatures of legend defend it, including the Los Renos Voladores. Those who know their Spanish, as Scrooge does, may see where this is going. Santa didn't just have the flying reindeer show up at his doorstop one day, he had to encounter them at the cavern along with his new friend. While Scrooge attempts to use his cane to fend one of them off, he notices that Santa appears to be taming the flying beasts with his jingle bells. Again, the contrast between the charitable and caring Santa and the practical yet uncaring Scrooge shows itself here, along with the contrast between how much they're enjoying this partnership.

Webby says she can figure out why Santa decided to keep them, as reindeer are known for their long horns and good efficiency. Scrooge asks her why she even cares about this, and Webby, once again, tries to say that his fantastic flying reindeer aren't really her thing. For a super-spy in training, she is surprisingly bad at this. Her Santa hatred breaks throughout the episode as she slowly develops from someone who blindly goes with what Scrooge says to realizing that this elf may be a little more than what her idol says he is. I could see parallels with this character arc in this one episode and her development from the sheltered Scrooge fangirl who can't figure out how the real world works of Season 1 to the caring girl with some Scrooge fangirl tendencies she is in Season 3, and that's neat to see. I do think her just blindly believing in Scrooge’s stories in the beginning is a little bit of a negative, though.

While the story is happening, the episode decides it's montage time. To the tune of Scrooge's least favorite song, guess which one, we see Webby and Scrooge give gifts to various people, including Webby taking her time to give both Violet and the still-looking-like-she-did-before-that-one-episode Lena a kiss, though the latter is understandable because, as mentioned before, they wrote these holiday specials first. We also get an extended scene where Scrooge has to wade through all the Beagle Boys in the naughty list to give a gift to Bouncer Beagle, who somehow managed to get on the nice list. I did question at first how time appears to be flowing quite well in these scenes judging by the giftee's reactions, but I could understand that the Feliz Navidiamond only works when they're on the sleigh. After Santa saves Scrooge from the Beagle Boys, he says they're even, referring to something that happened after the taming of the not-Rudolphs.

In the Cascabel Cavern, we get to see the rise of a guardian, who some people might call Jack Frost though they don't call it that. No, not the Jack Frost from those guardians, I say to the people who still remember that movie exists.

No, it's a Jack Frost like the movie with the snowman. I'm sure Santa could sense that Michael Keaton film from nearly a century later, as he tries to calm the roaring snowman with a delightful gift. Hopefully it's Campbell's Soup, and then we'll find out inside that guardian was just a really, really cold little boy that's mother decided to leave out in the cold for way too long. Unfortunately, that too was the wrong Jack Frost, as this one's more like the 1997 one that had 100% less Michael Keaton and 100% more killer snowmen.

We get our big fight scene of the week, as Scrooge rescues Santa by pelting the snowman with his flaming coal, riding a flying reindeer. Which reindeer is it? It's so awesome, nobody really needs to care. With this help, Santa grabs onto the Feliz Navidiamond, slowing down time to the point where it almost seems like time has stopped, and they can just waltz out of the cave with it. In their words, they're running on Christmas time. I should point out that they don't create Christmas, as they refer to it all throughout this flashback, they just create the tradition that happens on Christmas. They don't go further than that, and that's all I will say on that subject. Rule of three dictates that there should be some other monster after this, and...well, let's just say the next enemy Christmas has to face may not be a monster or some animals with abilities beyond regular animals.

As Scrooge leaves to deliver one final Christmas present, telling Webby to keep a present as he's got it, Webby decides to ask one question that's been on her mind: why would Santa do all of this without getting paid? Santa replies that he gets the greatest gift of all, and I jokingly thought this was going to lead to him talking about the Santa Bills that he sends to the children's parents. Of course, that would deter kids from asking for those Disney playsets, so we get a heartwarming speech from Santa about Christmas being about the warmth of the heart one gets from giving gifts. A much better alternative, I'd say, it's a good speech and one fitting for a Christmas special.

There is one major thing in this Christmas origin story that hasn't been brought up yet: how did Santa giving coal to everyone to warm up their homes become only giving coal to the bad children and giving toys to the good children? They really only show the idea of the latter once, with Doofus getting a nasty looking box in his stocking, and even then, it doesn't look like coal.

The next Christmas, Scrooge barges in the door, singing his own version of Jingle Bells involving his favorite practical black rocks, and Santa has a small suggestion to make about Christmas. Instead of just giving out coal, why not bring them a special surprise on Christmas morning: a special gift for free as a promotion for their coal distribution business! Scrooge immediately balks at the idea of giving out handouts. Oh, rich people. This eventually leads to Scrooge getting into a big fight with Santa, and they break up.

This isn't the monster part, as that happens much later in the history of Christmas. In fact, they're remembering it right now, as they find that Santa's sack appears to be still filled with Christmas presents. If those are the presents with all the toys, what did they gave the children? No, not just a practical gift meant to warm people's homes rather than their hearts...

...but a practical gift meant to warm people's homes rather than their hearts and an invoice for it, too! We even fade to Scrooge, making a rather evil grin that feels like it came from another famous Christmas special. He really is a mean one, Mr. Scrooge. Now, being an outright villain may seem a bit out of character for him; he's usually only a villain when he has to play one in a wrestling ring. But, come on, do you expect a guy named Scrooge to be the good guy in a Christmas story, never mind give out handouts? I will say that his evil grin does go against any interpretation that he's doing this for good, as he implies. I mean, he's so much of a Grinch...

...he even has his own Cindy Lou Who named Jennifer, a poor girl in desperate need for anything, including warmth. She even takes this lump of coal he gives her and turns it into a toy. She's that desperate for some warmth in her heart, and no speech from Scrooge about how practical that coal could be to warm her home could change that. It doesn't take a genius to find out if this causes Scrooge's heart to grow three sizes.

To make a long story short, we get another speech from Santa about why he even bothered to have Scrooge help him, and there's even another twist about Santa here that makes this trip just that much more special. The ending is quite clever, too, and it does fit into the family side of the Christmas tradition. Since this is most likely the last DuckTales 2017 Christmas episode, it's a great ending in many ways.

How does it stack up?

I was greatly entertained as this episode arrived, As I humbly give this episode a Scrooge number of five. Now I'll say, to everyone reading this site, Happy holidays to all, and to all a good night.

Well, that's it for now, as DuckTales enters yet another hiatus. In fact, this is the last big review I'll make this year. Have a Slightly Better New Year, because it sure couldn't be worse than this one.

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Noticing ~ Part 12

Part 12 ~ Wish list, Hot Chocolate and Snow (December)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: Swearing, frustrating Steve, kind of angsty sometimes.

Word count: about 7000 words (I know this is long, hope you don’t mind)

Summary: Y/N is in love with Steve, but she is afraid to tell him. So she tries to show him by using Cheesy Pickup lines. Will he ever notice her?

A/N: This is written for @buckysmischief Gab’ s 1k writing challenge. And in this part the prompt I got I marked in Bold.

This takes place after Endgame, But Steve did not leave the future. Nat and Tony are still alive.

Almost all pickup-lines are lines I have found on the internet. Some I have adjusted a bit to fit the storyline more.

It was the first of December and a month you had not been looking forward to. This was the last month you had given yourself to flirt with Steve. This was the last month you had given yourself to be in love with him. You needed to up your pick-up lines and make them more obvious. Maybe then he would finally understand what you were trying to do. You decide to take a walk to clear your mind. After getting dressed in warm clothes you leave the compound. “Y/N, wait up,” Steve was yelling. You stop and turn around. Steve is running towards you. “Hey,” You smile at him. “Are you going for a walk?” You nod. “Can I go with you?” Steve smiles at you and you nod again. The two of you walk in silence and it feels like the cold air is clearing out your lungs. Steve starts talking to you about the Harry Potter books, a topic you have nothing against talking about. Steve had just finished reading Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix. You walk into the woods and you stumble on a stone. Steve grabs a hold of you so that you don’t fall. “Thank you,” you smile at him. “And thank God I'm wearing gloves.” “Why?” Steve tilts his head. “Are you cold?” No, because you're too hot to handle,” you wink at him. He laughs and you continue talking about the Harry Potter books and his theories.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Almost all of the team was away on a mission and you find yourself trapped in a small room. Outside the room were twenty hydra agents. That would not have been a problem, but somehow you had no more ammo. “I need some back-up,” you say into the coms. “I am outnumbered, without any ammo, but I got the flash-drive with the information we needed”. You hear Steve swear. “Language, Captain,” Tony says. You tell them where you are. There is a swish in the air a couple of minutes later and then you hear fighting. You open the door carefully and see that Steve had thrown his shield and was now fighting some Hydra agent. After joining the fight and no more Hydra agents standing you turn to Steve. "You're the cat's meow" you wink at him. Together you continue to leave the Hydra base together meeting up with the rest of the team outside. But later on the Quinjet, when the whole team was safe and the mission was finished, Sam wonders what that had meant. You had told him to google it and then you had fallen asleep on Steve’s shoulder.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It is the fourteenth of December and Morgan had insisted that Steve and you would come with her, Pepper and Tony to meet Santa. You were ready to go, but waiting on The Stark family. Steve was sitting in the kitchen ready as well. Morgan's request had given you an idea, but you had yet to go through with it. Now seemed to be the perfect idea. “Hey Steve, can I take a photo of you?” You ask as you pull out your phone. “Why? You already have some,” Steve tilts his head. “I want to show Santa what I want for Christmas,” you wink at him. He throws his head back laughing. “If you want to,” he says after a while. “Smile,” you say and take a photo with your phone. The picture was better then you had thought it would be. The sun from the window behind Steve was giving him a kind of glow and you immediately changed the picture to your background. “What are you doing?” Steve asked and stood up. You were going to show him how you had made him your background when Morgan ran up to you. “We are seeing Santa today,” She jumped up and down in front of you. “I know Sweetie,” you smile at her enthusiasm. “Do you have your wish list ready?” “Yes,” She holds up her list. “Do you?” You hold up your phone and show her your picture of Steve. Morgan starts to giggle and look at Steve. “Uncle Steve, do you have a wish list for Santa?” She asks and Steve shakes his head. Tony and Pepper come around the corner. “Mom, Uncle Steve does not have a wish list,” Morgan looks sad. “Honey, not everyone makes wish lists for Christmas,” Pepper tries to explain. Morgan nods and Tony ushers you all out to the car.

You arrive at Santa's village and Morgan is jumping up and down with excitement. She pointed out the big gingerbread house, the elves and the line to meet Santa. You were more happy that you would meet a real reindeer. Since you were a little girl you had always wanted to pet one and according to Tony they had all of Santa's reindeer's here. Morgan dragged you over to the cue to meet Santa and you stood there waiting patiently for an hour. Steve, Pepper and Tony were walking around looking at things. When it was Morgan's turn to sit at Santa's lap they came over and took a bunch of pictures of it. Then Morgan told Santa that you also had a wish list. You could see that Santa thought it was funny so he patted his lap. You walked over and sat down. What you failed to see was Tony filming the whole thing and Pepper taking pictures. “Hey, Santa,” you smiled. “I am..” Santa raised his hand. “I know who you are and I know for a fact that you are on the nice-list,” Santa winked at you. Morgan jumped up and down when she heard this. “Then you must know what I wish for Christmas as well,” you blushed and Santa chuckled. “I have my guesses, but please tell me anyhow,” Santa said and Morgan looked on curiously. You take out your phone and open to the picture of Steve. Santa starts to chuckle and you see Steve looking on with big eyes. “Just as I thought,” Santa nods. “But I don’t think I can give you what you wished. All I can do is give you some advice.” You nod. “Tell him how you feel,” Santa whispers and you bit your lip. “Thank you, Santa,” you said and gave him a kiss on the check before you jumped off his lap and took Morgan by the hand and started to walk to where the reindeer's were kept. “Wait a minute,” you hear Steve come after you. “Did you really show Santa my picture?” “Of course I did,” You giggled. “You are what I want for Christmas.” Steve stopped and stared at you. Morgan pulled in your hand so you left him standing there. Meeting the reindeer's was better than you had thought. You felt like a child on Christmas when you got to pet not only Dasher and Dancer. But Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen and Rudolph. Tony and Pepper took a lot of pictures of you and Morgan petting them. Steve kept his distance from you and it hurt a lot. Maybe this was a rejection. Maybe he understood how you were feeling for him now and this was his way of showing that he did not have the same feelings. Morgan pulled in your hand and pointed at Steve. He stood a couple of meters away looking at headbands with different Christmas themes. There was Santa Hats, reindeer horns and mistletoe. He paid for a couple and walked over to Morgan and you. You smiled at him and he smiled his bright happy smile back. The ache in your chest disappeared and Steve handed Morgan a headband with brown reindeer horns and a headband with a bit bigger and golden reindeer horns for you. Morgan threw herself on Steve and thanked him. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and did the same. Steve helped Morgan on with her headband and you put yours on. Tony and Pepper took a picture of Morgan, you and Steve standing in front of the reindeer's, Steve had his arm around your shoulder and Morgan stood in front of you. Morgan hoped out of one picture so it was just you and Steve standing together. To anyone that saw you it would look like you were taking a couples picture for like your Christmas card. What you missed was Steve looking down at you with a big smile. Then you took a picture of Morgan with her parents. When you were finished with the photos it was decided that you should explore Santa's Village and all the shops. Steve put his arm over your shoulder and off the five of you went. You found a couple of Christmas Stockings present for the team. Then Steve and you found a shop that did Custom Christmas ornaments and you needed to buy one for everyone of your family members. Steve stood laughing when you explained how you wanted each of them to look. It would take the shops a couple of days to make all the ornaments, so you decided that you would pick them up later. Steve and you meet Morgan, Pepper and Tony a couple of shops over carrying a lot of bags, and that was when you saw it. A shop you wanted to go to, but without Steve. You made a gesture for Morgan to distract and occupied Steve, which she gladly did and you left the group to buy something for Steve.

After a few hours at Santa's Village and all loaded with a lot of bags, it was time to get back to the Compound. Morgan and you were still wearing your headbands. Steve helped you to your room with all your bags and you thanked him for it. “Do you want a cup of hot chocolate?” you ask Steve and he nods. Together you walk to the kitchen. Wanda had teached you how to make hot chocolate a couple days ago, and this was the first time you would do it without her supervision. Steve and you were talking about Christmas and Steve was telling you what he and Bucky used to do before the war. When the hot chocolate was finished you turned around with the mugs, but Steve was closer than you had though. That made you pour all the hot chocolate over his chest and stomach. “Oh, Steve I am so sorry,” you cry out. You turn around and place the mugs on the counter and to grab a towel. When you turn around Steve stood there without a shirt on. “Call me Rudolph, because you just sleighed me,” you get out and Steve blushes. “I will just go and change,” Steve mumbles and he leaves the room. You swear under our breath. That man would be the death of you, there was no doubt about it. You cleaned the floor before you started to make more chocolate. All the time you saw Steve’s chest in front of you. How could anyone even look like that? It was as he was sculpted by marbor and turned into a man. Blessed by the gods, that was what he was. Steve came back and the two of you enjoyed the hot chocolate and laughed at some of the gifts you had bought for the team. Deep inside you knew that this would be the best Christmas in your entire life.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The couple of days later Morgan had decided that the whole team should watch a Christmas movie to get into the holiday spirit. According to here there were a couple of Grinches in the bunch. She never said any names but everyone knew who she meant. Steve and Bucky did not know what she meant when Grinches meant and that was the reason that she had decided that the movie “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” was what you should watch. Personally you loved all Christmas Movies and would have been fine watching whatever she had chosen, but the Grinch was one of your all time favorite movies. “You are going to love this movie,” you told Steve. With that you left to get some hot chocolate that Wanda had done. You heard Tony tell everyone to find a seat. When you walked into the room there was only one spot left, next to Steve. You walked over to him and sat down. Then Tony started the movie. Even though you had watched the movie at least hundred times it still got your full attention. About a third through the movie your hot chocolate was gone and when you put your mug on the table, Steve put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close. It was nice to watch movies cuddled up with Steve and you relaxed against his body. This was home to you. In his arms. Not the compound, but in his arms. Feeling safe and relaxed. Oh, how you wished he loved you back. “If I was the Grinch, I wouldn't steal Christmas, I'd steal you,” you whisper in Steve’s ear when the Grinch steals Christmas from the Who’s. Steve chuckled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You cuddle closer to Steve and when the movie ended Morgan demanded that you watch Elf as well. Nobody had any objections, but during Buddy and Jovies date you fell asleep with your head on Steve's chest.

Steve noticed when Y/N fell asleep on him, but he did not care. It was nice having her close like this and she always looked so peaceful when she slept. The Elf movie was good, but Steve had a hard time concentration on it when Y/N moved a bit in her sleep. When the movie ended Steve lifted her up in his arms to take her to her room. “You are under the mistletoe,” Morgan yells out and everyone went “shh” not wanting to wake Y/N. Steve looks up and sees the mistletoe. “You need to kiss her,” Morgan crosses her arms. “Sweetie, she is asleep,” Pepper tells Morgan. “But if she wakes up, then it's a true love's kiss,” Morgan argues. “Morgan, it is creepy kissing someone that is asleep,” Tony tells his daughter. “But it is tradition,” Morgan stomps on the floor. Steve looks at Morgan to Y/N in his arms. He presses a kiss to her forehead and Morgan gives him a small smile. Steve then leaves the room and goes to tuck Y/N into her bed, then he presses another kiss to her forehead before he leaves the room.

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There were just five days left until Christmas and you stood looking out the window. The snow less view was making you sad. Standing in a room that was decorated for Christmas with all that you could imagine and then look out and there was no snow. That was not right. You had hoped there would be a white Christmas, but so far no snow. Someone walked into the room, but you did not care. You did not want to show anyone the pout that you were sure was on your face right now. A pair of arms wrapped behind you and you knew that it was Steve. “What are you thinking about?” he asks and you could not keep it in. “It is your fault,” You say and you feel Steve get tense. “What is?” Steve asks with a bit of an edge to his voice. “That we won’t get a white Christmas,” you mumble. Steve starts laughing. “Sweetie, I can’t control the weather;” Steve presses a kiss to hair. “No, but you're so hot,” you turn your head upwards so you can see his face. “And that is disturbing with the weather.” Steve threw his head back laughing. You huff and break out of his arms. Steve grabs a hold of you and pulls you into his arms. “Thank you, sweetheart,” Steve mumbled against your forehead. “For always making me laugh.” You melted against him and wished you had the guts to kiss him. “Want to read something?” Steve asks and you nod against his chest. You walk to the library together. Steve pulls out one of his sketchbooks he had there and you took out the book “A Christmas Carol” by Charles Dickens. A book you always wanted to read, but never gotten around to. You sit there in silence together, you reading and Steve sketching you reading, but that he is sketching you is nothing you knew about.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It is Christmas Eve and you did not want to get up- Your bed is warm and you had no training for a couple of days, a Christmas gift from your Captain. That almost sounded dirty, like Steve was your Captain. You stretch in your bed about to fall back asleep, but then you hear Morgan yelling. “Snow, it is snowing.” You jumped out of bed and ran to the window. When you got your curtains out of the way, you saw that she was right. Outside was a thick layer of snow and it was still coming down. You do a happy dance and then you throw on some warm clothes before you grab your jacket, gloves and hat. Morgan meets you in the hallway. She is still just in her pyjamas. “Go get dressed,” you tell her and she runs away. You go to Steve’s room and pound on the door. Steve opens the door with only a pair of pyjamas pants. It made you take a double take before you look up in his amused blue eyes. “Steve, it is snowing,” you are almost jumping up and down on the spot. “Get dressed and come out with us.” Steve crosses his arms over his chest and it makes you bit down on your lip. Fuck, he was good looking, no there was no words for how he looked. Out of this world, was the best you could come up with. “I thought you said it was my fault, well, my hotness,” Steve is smirking at you. “Well, obviously I got it wrong,” you throw your hands up in the air. “Now get dressed and go out with us.” you smiled at him and he shook his head. “Pretty please, Steve,” you plead with him. “Right, pretty please, Steve,” you hear Bucky mock you behind your back. Steve looked at you before he bowed down and pressed a kiss to your check. “Fine,” he whispered in your ear. Then he closed his door. You turn around to Bucky who was smirking at you. “He will not come out,” Bucky said and you shrug your shoulders. “I think he will,” you said as Morgan came running down the hallway. “Auntie Y/N, Lets go,” Morgan grabbed your free hand and started to drag you to the door. You laughed and followed her. By the door you put on your jacket and hat, then you checked that Morgan was dressed properly before you put on your gloves. Then you run out hand in hand in the snow. You both dance around in the snow with your heads tilted up to get the snow in your face. You twirl Morgan around and she is laughing. The door opens and Pepper, Tony, Bruce, Wanda and Bucky come out. All bundled up. Morgan jumps to her father's arms and giggles. You lay down in the snow and do a snow angel. Wanda lays down next to you and does the same.

Friday starts playing Christmas music through the outdoor speakers and you pull Wanda up. She twirls you around and then when Wanda lets you go with a wink. It made you twirl right into a hard chest and you look up and meet Steve blue eyes, then you fall on your ass in the snow. “I must be a snowflake, because I've fallen for you,” you wink at Steve and start laughing. Steve shakes his head before he lifts you up. When you stand up again, you slip on some ice under the snow and Steve grabs a hold of you. It makes you stand pressed against his chest and he is looking down on you. And you could have sworn Steve was looking at your lips. Just as Steve is about to say something, he gets a snowball in his back. He turns around and you see Bucky's apologetic face. Instead of letting it destroy your mood, you quickly make a snowball and toss it at Bucky. That was how a snowball fight erupted by the team, Morgan and Pepper kept out of it, but even Bruce joined in. You were laughing and having a great time, that was when Steve tackled you right into the snow. It did not hurt, but it surprised you. “What,” was all you could get out. “Bucky was about to throw a snowball in your face,” Steve explain still laying on top of you. “Aww..” you smile up at him. “I didn't think I was a snowman but you just made my heart melt.” Steve started to laugh and he had still not gotten off you. Morgan comes over looking down at you. “Do you want some privacy?” She smiles and then turns to her father who is giving her both his thumbs up. Steve blushes and gets off you, when he stood up he offered his hand to help you up. “It is time for breakfast,” Morgan says take one of your hands and one of Steve’s and together you walk into the compound again. You smile at Steve, but he is still blushing. When you got inside and smelled the good breakfast that Wanda had made you forgot about Steve's behaviour. After all it was Christmas Eve and you had a lot of Christmas gifts that needed to be wrapped before the day was over.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It was Christmas Day and you wake up sitting right up in your bed. You were awake late the night before, making sure you were the last one to place the gifts you had gotten under the tree and doing the last fixes on your gift to Steve. You got dressed and went to the common room where the tree and stockings were. Nobody was awake yet, but you knew that it was just a matter of a time. So you went into the kitchen and started making breakfast. But Wanda was already in there making breakfast with Sam. “Merry Christmas,” they laughed and smiled at you. You greeted them back and took a cup of coffee and sat down at the counter looking at them. Soon the kitchen was filled with your family. You look at them and smile, even if Steve did not love you, this was still your family and they made you happy. Morgan was arguing with Tony that she wanted to open the gifts Santa had left before breakfast, but Pepper stood her ground. Breakfast first, then gifts. You sat down together and at the fantastic breakfast Wanda and Sam had done.

Then when everyone had finished Morgan screamed out. “Gift, Santa left us all gifts,” She runs from the table and out to the common room. Everyone is laughing and follows her at a more normal pace into the room. She is standing looking at the small mountain of gifts under the tree. Everyone but Tony takes a seat. Morgan sat down on the floor. Tony puts on a Santa hat and starts handing out gifts to everyone. Then when every gift under the tree was gone, the unwrapping began. You went one gift at the time so that everyone can see peoples reaction to the gifts. Everyone loved the custom Christmas ornaments you had ordered and everyone put theirs on the tree directly. May blushed that you had bought one for her as well and you told her that she was family. She went over and gave you a big hug. You saw Happy standing a bit from everyone looking at his Christmas ball. He had tears in his eyes, but you did not want to disturb him. You figured that you would talk to him later.

There was one gift that you had not placed under the tree. You wanted it to be the last gift of the day, and Tony had agreed. So when everyone had finished Tony said that there was one gift left. You stood up and walked over to Steve and gave it to him. You had problems looking when he unwrapped it. With the help of Tony you had built a small studio at the back of the compound for him to do his art in, and try other mediums. Steve held up the key and looked at you so you handed him your hand. He took it and hand in hand you walked out to the back of the compound. The rest followed you. Morgan asked where you were going but Tony just shook his head. Almost to the woods. You pointed on the door and Steve put his key into it. He unlocked the door and stepped inside. “Merry Christmas, Steve,” You smiled and you saw him look around. You had filled the studio with all kinds of artist material so that he could try whatever he wanted. For example Tony had bought marble and clay so Steve could try sculpting. You had bought aquarelle and oil so he could try that. “This is amazing,” Steve looked around. “This is for me?” He asked and you nodded. “If it's from Morgan, Pepper, Steve and me,” you said and He wrapped you in his arms and span you around. He realised you and looked around the room again. “A thousand thank you,” He looked over at Tony and Pepper. Morgan ran over to him and he pulled her into his arms. “You deserve it, Uncle Steve,” Morgan pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Now you can paint Auntie Y/N in many different ways.” She smirked and Steve blushed. “Come on,” you said and started toward the door. “Let’s leave Steve alone to explore his new place.”

When you left the studio your phone plinged and it was a text from Jemma and Leo, thanking you for their Christmas gifts. You sent thanks for their gifts and walked to the compound. During the day you got text from Fury, Maria, Coulson and the rest of your shield family. They all thanked you for their Christmas presents and their custom ornaments. It made you smile that they liked them. “You really did go all out on gifts this year,” you hear Bucky say behind you. He had sneaked up on you and read your messages. “I just showing the people I love that I care about them,” you assure Bucky. He smiles at you. “Is that why you've been spending all your free time getting Steve’s studio ready?” You swallow. “You know you should just a pick-up line at him like: ‘You know, I'd love to show you the toys my elves make for adults’. I bet that would get his attention,” Bucky winked at you and you blushed. “I want him to see I love him, not give him a heart attack,” you look down at the floor. “And that might give him the idea that I am just interested in his body. I am interested in the whole man, not just his body.” You leave Bucky standing there. You did not want to talk more about the subject.

A lot later after dinner you were all sitting in the comonroom talking, eating candy and enjoying each other's company. There is a lot of laughing and you look over at Steve. He was already looking at you so you took the opportunity to flirt with him. “Even Santa can't make candy as sweet as you,” you wink at Steve and he blushes before he presses a kiss to your cheek. You wanted to take a hold of him and say you missed and then kiss him, but it seemed to be wrong. Inside you are groaning. Just a couple days left of the year and then.. Yeah, what then. You did not know, but push all thoughts aside. Right now you would enjoy being with your family. Steve laughs at something Sam says and then he places his arm around your shoulder. He pulls you closer to him, and you are more than happy to move closer. The smile he gives you when he looks down on you makes butterflies fly in your stomach, and you see the knowing smiles that Wanda, Nat and Bucky are giving you. It makes you blush, but it also gives you hope that maybe, just maybe, Steve liked you too.

Christmas Day is over way too quick, but it has been a fantastic day. Steve walks you to your door and you start thinking that maybe he will finally kiss you, but now. You part with him pressing a kiss to your forehead and walking away. You close the door and slump against the door. What did a woman need to do to get the man she loved to notice her? That is what you are thinking about when you fall asleep alone in your bed.

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Tony was throwing a party again. It was New Years Eve after all. Pepper had bought everyone new clothes for the occasion, seeing as you had been away on a mission and haven't gotten the time. When you had come back the day before, there had been a garment bag, a shoe box and some other boxes in your room, but you had been too tired to even look at it. You trusted Peppers fashion sense and her knowledge of what you were comfortable in wearing. And you were not disappointed when you opened the garment bag just an hour before the party was starting. It was a sparkly floor length midnight blue dress. It had a V neckline that showed off the rounding of your breast, but it was still not too revealing. The dress followed your curves, but the skirt was a bit more loose. You knew that you would feel like a princess in that dress. The black high heel shoes were also something you would buy for yourself. With a big smile you sit down in front of your mirror, trying to come up with how you would do your hair and make-up. This was the last day you had given yourself to flirt with Steve. Even if you tried to get the thought out of your head, it was there gnawing at you. There was a knock on your door and Wanda and Nat walked in, already dressed and ready for the party. “We are here to get you ready,” Wanda says and you feel tears building up in your eyes. “Thank you,” you get out and then they take charge. Wanda was doing your hair and Nat was doing your make-up. They decided to keep it simple and elegant. The make-up for your eyes was a subtle golden eye shadow with a slight smoky eye effect and then Nat painted your lips red. Wanda decided to keep your hair down and curled it. When you got to see yourself in the mirror, you almost started to cry. You looked beautiful. “Thank you,” You hugged your friends. “Don’t mention it,” Wanda smiled at you. “Just do us a favor,” Nat smiled at you and you nodded. “Come to the party at least ten minutes too late.” That went against your principles, but you nodded again. They left you alone to get the dress on. There was a knock on the door again and Pepper walked in. She was also ready. In her hands she held a box. “Can you please wear these?” Pepper asked and opened the box. Inside was a necklace with a dark blue stone surrounded by diamonds and a bracelet in the same style. “Are you sure?” You asked and Pepper noded. “Yes, I will wear it,” you agreed and Pepper gave you a hug. “I need to go,” Pepper placed the box on your counter. “Please show up a bit late.” And with that she was out of the door. You shook your head, but if your friends told you to show up late, that was what you were going to do. After getting dressed and putting on the jewelry you were ten minutes late to the party. You put your feet in your shoes and walked out of your room. The hallway was empty, but you could hear the music from the party.

When you stepped into the party, you could feel eyes on you but you were looking for someone special. You were looking for Steve. Nat and Wanda held up their glasses of Champagne and you took that as a cheer that you followed their request. Then you saw Steve and he almost took your breath away, dressed in a black tux with a dark blue bow tie. He was talking to Bucky and Sam. You saw Bucky nod in your direction on Steve turn around and look at you. When your eyes met and you saw his slacking jaw you wanted to giggle. The feeling in your body was happiness with butterflies. You hoped it meant that he liked how you looked. You walked further into the party and a man you never saw before walked over to you. “Do you want to dance?” He asked and looked a little too long at your chest. Before you could say no. Steve walked over to you. “There you are Sweetheart,” Steve said and dragged you away from the man. “That was rude,” you laughed at Steve’s expression. Could it be that Steve was jealous? You wondered. “I just don’t want a repeat of other parties,” Steve mumble and you knew he meant when you were felt up by the man a couple months away. You dragged your hand out from his grip. “I can take care of myself,” you turn around and start to walk to the bar. “I am sorry,” Steve took your hand again and stopped you. “I should not have dragged that up,” Steve scratched his neck. “Can we start over?” You nodded, because you did not want to spend the evening fighting with Steve. “You look breathtaking,” Steve said and lifted your hand to his lips. He pressed a kiss to your hand. “And you look handsome,” You smiled at him. “Join me talking to Bucky and Sam?” He asked and you nodded. He kept holding on to your hand. Bucky looked a lot on your hands, but when you said nothing about it he did not bring it up. After a while you notice a window for you to flirt with Steve. You turn to him and he looks at you. “Hershey factories make millions of kisses a day, but I'm asking for only one at midnight,” you wink at Steve. He laughs and you look down at the floor. Not wanting to show him how sad you felt right now you leave the group and go over to the bar. Some whiskey would help you feel better. This mood was not for champagne.

Steve looked after Y/N. He did not understand why she just left them standing there without another word. “You know she is flirting with you, right?” Bucky smirked at Steve. “What? Who? Y/N?” Steve looked after her. “No, she is not. That is just how she is.” Bucky shakes his head. “She looks at you like you are the best thing since sliced bread and she only flirts with you,” Sam argued. “So you're telling me, that the woman I am head over heels over, the woman I am sure is the love of my life, likes me?” Steve is looking around the room for Y/N. He sees her standing by Dr Strange talking with him and his date. In her hand she is holding a glass of Whiskey, something she only drank when she was sad or cold. “What are you waiting for, Punk?” Bucky pushes Steve towards her. Steve looks at his friend. “Go dance with her,” Sam groans. “There is the right partner for you,” Bucky pushes him again and Steve walks over to Y/N. “Can I have this dance?” Steve holds out his hand and Y/N takes it. When they walk out on the dance floor the song ends and Y/n looks up at him as the next song starts playing. “I love this song,” She smiles at him. “It always reminds me of you.” Steve smiles down at her and pulls her in closer to him. “What is it’s name?” Steve asks. “Diamonds and Twine,” She answers and the lyrics start. He can hear her sing along with the words and he concentrates on the words.

‘You know when you know. You hear that all your life. Well whoever they are Turns out they were right. Sunshine, the good times. Yeah we got a few behind us When the bad times come I ain't gonna run.’

Steve smiles and agrees in his mind that the words seemed to suit the two of them. He thought back to last year. Y/N flirting with him, the mystery Valentine's gift that he was pretty sure was Y/N doing. His surprise birthday party. Her taking care of him after the bad mission. His studio, that Tony informed him the day before was Y/N idea and that he only gave her some of the money and some contacts. He knew he missed a whole lot of things she did for him. But the most important thing, she always made him laugh. All these seemed to be signs of Y/N love for him.

You were dancing close with Steve to one of your favorites songs and you were singing along to it quietly. Part of you wanted Steve to listen to the lyrics closely, but the other part of you was scared that if he did he would reject you. You force those thoughts away and just enjoy dancing close to the man that you loved. Being here in his arms, made you realize that he really was the love of your life. There was no other place you wanted to be and it was scary. You also knew what you would break your own promise. If he still had not realised when the night was over, then you would tell him. Then you would know what he was feeling. You deserved to give yourself that much, even if his answer would hurt you. At least there would not be any ‘What if’s’ in your life. The song ended and you took a step back. You had the last pick-up line ready and when you saw his blue eyes full of sparkle look down on you. Then you knew it was time. “I'll be yours forever. Just tell me when to start,” you winked at him, but instead of laughing Steve is looking at you. Really looking at you. “What did you just say?” Steve asked and tilted his head to the side. You sigh and look down at the floor. You repeated the line, but not daring to look at him. He placed a hand under your chin and lifted your face up so you were looking at each other. “Are you flirting with me?” Steve's face was expressionless. “I have been for over a year, thanks for noticing,” You smirked at him. “Does this mean you like me?” Steve smiles at you, finally showing some emotion. “No, it means I love you,” You blush and you have a problem with breathing. Steve's smile get’s brighter and you feel your legs shake, before he closes the distance between the two of you and kisses you. A hungry kiss filled with love. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that,” Steve whispered against your lips when he had pulled back. “And for the record, I love you too.” After some more kissing, Steve started to dance around with her again. Their eyes were on each other and everyone else in the room seemed to disappear. “What took you so long?” You asked him after a few minutes. “I thought that was how you were with your friends.” Steve scratched the back of his neck. “Have you seen me flirt with anyone else here?” you bit your bottom lip. Steve tilts his head. “No…” Steve admits. “You are a moron.” you laugh. “I am your moron” Steve says and winks at you. Then he kisses you again. When the kiss breaks up you giggle. “Well, this year at least I got someone to kiss at midnight,” you smile at him. “Sweetheart, for every year that will come, you will have someone to kiss at midnight,” he kissed you again. “Forever starts now. You are mine and I am yours.” You smirk and blushed some. Steve lifted you to your toes and kissed you again.

Nat, Wanda, Pepper, Tony, Bucky, Sam and Clint looked on Steve and Y/N dancing, kissing and laughing on the dance floor. It seemed as if they did not notice anymore that they were not alone in the room. “Finally,” Nat sighs. “One year,” Wanda nods and smiles at her friends. “I know,” Sam huffs. “Who won the bet?” Clint asks and looks around on his friends. “Nobody had guessed on this month,” Bucky shrugged. “I had,” Sam smirks. “I did too,” Morgan says and smiles big. “What did we win?” Tony chuckles. “You get to decide what we are going to watch next movie night and a lot of candy,” Pepper smiles at her daughter. Sam looks at Morgan and shrugs. “And maybe I can name their firstborn child,” Morgan smirks and looks at Steve and Y/N. “We can decide together,” Sam smiles at Morgan who nods. “This is a happy start to the new year,” Morgan cheers as Tony starts the countdown.

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knightthunderis · 4 years ago

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Christmas Cordonian style Knight Thunder Twist.

Christmas cordonian style with a Knight Thunder twist

author's note this story takes place a week after the arrest of Barthelemy Beaumont and those who were with him in the coup against the crown of cordonia.

The Palace of Cordonia is a buzz with excitement as servants and people alike work together to decorate the capital city for the upcoming Christmas celebration.

Karyson and his Queen Reimeiko were observing as the decorations and preparations were happening.

“It is a Happy Time For Us my dear Reimeiko. What a celebration the preparations have been going on for days.” Karyson gushed. “ old man Beaumont and the rest of his conspirators are behind bars my aunt and uncle can finally rest in peace knowing that they're killers are incarcerated for the rest of their lives. I am relieved as well. Rhiannon and the twins are growing up free from Barthelemy's tyranny. and peace is once again returned to our kingdom.”

“oh yes.” Queen Reimeiko agreed. “ we are finally able to live our lives and our children are free the grow up away from all the evils that were thrown at them. all of our friends from all around the kingdom and Beyond have come to help decorate. BJ and the trio were getting along beautifully and this is our first real Christmas together as a family.”

before they knew what was happening, a loud crash could be heard from the kitchen close to the ballroom. Karyson and Reimeiko exchanged fearful looks and took off in the direction of the crash. they both get through this serving doors only Drake fell out on the floor with a bowl of cake mix on his head.

“ what happened?” the king demanded attempting to hide the laughter behind his feigned anger.

“It was an accident, honestly.” Maxwell Beaumont quickly said. “I was coming one way with a bowl of cake mix. He was coming the other with the apples and we collided. Nothing major we’ll fix it we’ll fix it.”

“Well you had better fix it.” the King growled in feigned anger. “Racine will get both of your butts if you mess up her kitchen and you know how fiercely protective Racine is of her kitchen.” as the king and his queen turned away and walked out of the kitchen once out of earshot they finally busted up laughing. “ did you see the look on Maxwell's face when he and Drake thought they were in trouble? The look of fear was priceless. “

As they exited the kitchen and returned to the Ballroom and the decorating, Marco and Valerie from Lythikos and Jiro and Camila from Applewood arrived with their families with more sweet treats and snacks for the celebration. The Cordonian children we're given permission to take the time to play with BJ and the trio.

“Thank you for inviting us to your Christmas celebrations your Majesty's.” Camilla announced. “And we are glad that you were able to save your daughter from being taken over by that bad man.”

“ well the bad man will be no trouble for no body anymore.” the queen replied. “ he is locked up for the rest of his life and will never harm another Soul ever again. you know what I have got an idea. what do you guys say you guys heard BJ & the trio up to the playroom and then I will come and tell y'all A Christmas Story tell you all about how it all began with me and my family.”

“ that would be awesome your highness.” Marco gushed. “ it would be great to hear all about your first Christmas and how things meant for you and yours.”

“ well okay if you will take BJ Rhiannon Ethan and Gabriel do the playroom The King and I will be up in a few minutes with the Christmas book.”

without another second to spare the cordonian children took the younger ones up to the playroom and waited for the queen to arrive with her story. within about 10 minutes the king and queen arrived at the playroom all the children were sitting in a semicircle in front of the rocking chair waiting to hear the Queen's famous story.

“ truth of the matter be told.” Karyson replied. “I cannot wait to hear the story you have come up with my love.”

“ well this is a story that everybody will enjoy.” Reimeko said. instead of sitting in the rocking chair she pushed it back and set down in the floor with the children and her husband and began her story. “ this is the story of a Time long ago back before my parents back when my grandparents were still just children my grandfather told us the story years later and it's become a family favorite: Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring not even a mouse the stockings were hung by the chimney with care in hopes that st. Nicholas soon would be there the children were nestled all snug in their beds with visions of sugarplums dancing in their heads.”

This part of the story is where the king picked it up. “ oh I remember this with mom and her kerchief and I in my cap we had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter away to the window I flew like a flash tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave the luster of midday to objects below when what do my wondering eyes should appear but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer with a little old driver so Lively and quick I knew in that moment it must be Saint Nick More rapid than the Eagles his coursers they came and he whistled and shouted and called them by name now Dasher now Dancer now Prancer and Vixen on Comet on Cupid on Donner and Blitzen to the top of the porch to the top of the wall now dash away, dash away dash away all as dry leaves up before the wild hurricane fly when they met with an obstacle mount to the sky so up to the Housetop the coursers they flew with the sleigh full of toys and Saint Nicholas II and then in a twinkling I heard on the roof the Prancing and pawing of each little hoof as I drew in my head and was turning around down the chimney st. Nicholas came with a bound.”

The queen took up the story from then on. but the story had brought in everyone else to hear the long and blustering Tale. “ he was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot, a bundle of toys he had flung on his back and look like a peddler just opening his pack his eyes have a twinkled his dimples how merry his cheeks were like roses his nose like a cherry his droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow the stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath he had a broad little face and a little round belly that shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly he was chubby and plump a right Jolly Old elf and I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself a winking his eye and it twisted his head soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread he spoke not a word but it went straight to his work and feel it all the stockings then turn with a jerk and laying his finger aside of his nose and giving a nod up the chimney he rose he sprang to his sleigh his team gave a whistle and a way they are flew like that down of a thistle but I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight Merry Christmas to all and to all a good-night.”

The children and everyone assembled sat there in awe as the queen finished the long historical story Amazed by the beauty and the imagery she weaved as she told the story.

“Tell us more your majesty.” Camilla gushed. “is there more Christmas poems and stories you know that one was amazing especially the tale of the snow.”

“ there is much more there is one by Charles Dickens that was entitled The Christmas Carol but that is a much longer story to be told and right now we have not the time.” the queen replied. “ but the moral of the Christmas story is at least A Christmas Carol is a story if you like I will read to you all at bedtime but for now we have a celebration to get to and hopefully everything is in order.”

Ethan, Rhiannon, and Gabriel, along with BJ approached Queen Thunderis with curious eyes. “ was there more to the poem Aunt Rena?” BJ asked. “ it was a very short story but I'd like to know more.”

“ me too mommy.” Rhiannon echoed. “more Christmas Story pease?”

“ alright here's one I can tell you since we do seem to have time before the big celebration.” the queen replied. “ when Jamie Randall and Shannon we're just nine maybe ten years old that was one Christmas that turned into a Christmas miracle. The Llewellyn's had just moved in next door Mr. Llewellyn had joined Thunderstar Universal and his children Tristan, Erin, and Jordan had just enrolled in the nearby Elementary School. Mrs. Llewellyn was traveling the country with her family to meet up with her married family in time for the holidays. Miss Rihanna drove a special delivery truck all over the country and was to an extent a female version of Santa Claus. but it wasn't just gifts for the children that she was hauling every year she was also doing everything to help families that didn't have everything they needed. “

“Was there a lot of families like that?” Camilla asked. “ I do not understand what did it mean that these families did not have everything they needed?”

“The families I am referring to are the ones like well your Nobles and Royals call them, commoners.” the queen replied. “ because unlike the Nobles and Royals The parents of these families had to work for a living. not everybody born is born into it a family where all they have to do is bark orders at others and get what they want the commoners had to work for everything they had but because of a lot of the Nobles and Royals of the history there were a lot of things that they were unable to afford. Anyway, Mrs. Rhiannon owned her own Trucking line and was an independent truck driver. Well this particular holiday season she was called on by a very special family she had grown up around over the years. they asked her to drive what they call the Christmas truck because what was in the trailer of that special truck what's going to save this one town utter destruction. well the week before Christmas Mrs. Rhiannon packed it up And headed out for the town of Lincoln Falls which was apparently somewhere in Alaska. they drove for the longest time she and her brother but always called back to her family in order to keep them up-to-date as to where she was she dropped off her load and was on her way back first few days before Christmas Eve when she was supposed to call she did not. the truck had been found jackknifed into a snowbank on her way back to her family but there was no sign of her or her brother come to find out she and her brother had been rescued by a stranger but this was no ordinary stranger at least I did not think so according to Rhiannon The Stranger had seen what it happened the snow so hard to see through Rihanna's lost control of the truck and hit the snowbank almost burying the big truck in the snow. The Stranger welcome them back to his home where they could get warm and wait out the blizzard that it hit for what seemed like several days the blizzard blew and blew and blew and by the time it finally stopped Rescuers had found the truck and we're working diligently to dig it out Rhiannon and her brother had wakened from the sound of someone digging around the in the snow around the truck they were thankful that they had been spared. when they told the dispatcher about what happened and who had helped them they did not at first believe what she said come to find out the stranger name was Liam Alexander that is the name he gave us Rhiannon declared but that is impossible the dispatcher replied Liam Alexander died back in 1956 due to snow storm this just as this one was it couldn't have been him come to find out Rihanna looked in the direction they had gone towards Liam's house but all she saw for miles and miles with nothing but snow but he was here she protested he saved us we were we were in his house. Liam Alexander was quite the angel back in the day he was always doing everything humanly possible to help all the families who were unable to have anything extra for like Christmas and whatever else even those who were struggling financially and otherwise he would always do what he could to help the night he died he was on the same kind of run you heard the song Angels Among Us by Alabama the dispatch arrest well yeah of course who hasn't Rihanna declared that song tells a story quite literally the dispatcher said I believe there are Angels Among Us sent down to us from somewhere up above They come to you and me In our darkest hours to show us how to live pto teach us how to give and to guide us with the light of love. the dispatcher took Rhiannon to the cemetery and showed her Liam's tombstone with that Epitaph written in the Stone. Liam James Alexander born March 25th 1936 died December 16th 1956 he was an angel Among Us and he will always be remembered and loved He was only 20 years old the dispatcher said but in his short years of life he gave more of himself did many others ever thought about. Rhiannon continued home that night and when she finally walked in her door Christmas morning her husband sons and daughter as well as their new neighbors were there to greet her relieved that she made it home safely the last thing she said before she went to bed herself if it was not for Liam Alexander I would not be here today no matter what happens my children never take strangers for granted because when you least expect it they could very well be angels in disguise.

“ it was amazing.” Camila gushed. “ is Miss Rhiannon still alive? I would have loved to have been able to have met her.”

“ well actually you already have.” Queen Seidre replied. “ she was me in my younger years. and it was the last run I made before I returned to my husband and my children and my reign as Queen of Thaddea.”

“ all right you guys that's enough stories for now.” Maxwell called. “ the ballroom the snacks and everything is ready time to get this party on and Christmas Jamboree kicking into high gear let's go you guys come on what do you want stories later. it is time for presents let's go let's go.”

as everyone began to move out of the playroom and head back to the ballroom the king embraced his Queen before she left.” I will have to admit that this is the first of the best Christmases ever put together my love.” he replied. “ I look forward to a whole lifetime of more to come to watching our children grow up happy and healthy to being together and finally living in peace here so much I want to do. you have a very thoughtful look on your face my queen is there something on your mind?”

“ I got some test results back from dr. Ramirez the other day.” the queen announced. “ I did not want to say anything and get your hopes up until I knew for sure but now that I do…”

“ oh my goodness Queen Reimeiko what is it?” King Karyson asked. “ please do not leave me on tenterhooks what is going on?”

“ it seems that Rhiannon and the twins are going to be having a sibling or two soon.” Reimeiko replied.

“ wait, what? seriously baby?” Karyson asked. “ this is beyond any shadow of a doubt the best news all day and one of the best Christmas gifts ever. oh now we had to make this big announcement and now.”

“ we will in due time but for now let us just enjoy the peace and quiet of the celebration and not worry about telling everybody else any more than what we already have.” the queen replied. “ I definitely do not want a repeat every Rhiannon and the twins first year”

“ oh good point my love.” King replied. “ now come on we have a celebration to enjoy.”

the Cordonian King and his Queen return to join the others in the big Christmas celebration relieved to have made it through their first two years despite all the shortcomings trials and tribulations they have had to face from the beginning. as she watched her husband her family and her friends celebrate the Christmas holidays, Reimeiko knew that no matter what the future held, they would always face everything together as a family as a unit as a very strong compassionate loving and caring Kingdom.

The End

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ella-se-vuelve-loca · 5 years ago

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Story Time with Papá | Richard Camacho (5th Day of 🎄)

It’s still soft bitch hours guys! 🤣😌💕 I hope you enjoy!

(Credits to the owner of this gif!!!)

I was finishing up laundry and about to go into mine and Richard’s shared room, when I noticed that Aaliyah’s room light was still on. Curiosity got the best of me, so I went to go and check to see why she was still up.

“Are you guys settled in?” I heard Richard say to his girls. And yes, you heard me right, I said girls. We’ve been lucky enough to have a child of our own – Valeria Camacho. When Aaliyah found out that she was gonna be a big sister, the biggest smile ever spread across her cute chubby cheeks. “I’m gonna be a big sister!” She would yell out in excitement.

“One quick story and you better promise me to go to sleep after this, okay?” He laughed and the kids nodded enthusiastically. I set the basket of clothes on the floor next to me as I crossed my arms over my chest and watched him get comfortable on his chair as his daughters sat on the bed. “This one is a classic and it’s one of papá’s favorites…” He opened the book in his hands, cleared his throat and began reading.

“‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house.

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.”

I glanced at the kids faces as they looked at the pictures in the book their papá was reading to them.

“The children were nestled, all snug in their beds.” He leaned in and tickled their stomachs as their laughter filled the room.

“While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.

And momma in her ‘kerchief and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out in the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.”

He smiled at his girls and watched them as they waited with anticipation for the next part to the story.

“Away to the window flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

But a miniature sleigh with eight tiny reindeer.”

I smiled at the interaction between the three of them. Aaliyah and Valeria snuggled close to each other with blankets wrapped around the both of them.

“With a little old driver so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.

"Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!”

I chuckled to myself and continued to listen to his voice tell the story.

“To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!

Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!’

As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.

So up to the housetop the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.”

Aaliyah and Valeria scooted in closer to get a closer look at the pictures. “Look at the reindeer, Valeria.” Aaliyah spoke as she pointed to the page. “Oooh!” She spoke as Richard started the next part to the story.

“As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.”

His voice changed a bit and went a little higher than usual as he spoke. I have to admit, it was pretty funny seeing him like this, but adorable nonetheless.

“His eyes—how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath.

He had a broad face and a little round belly

That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.”

He stuffed a pillow in his shirt and let out a deep laugh. “Ho! Ho! Ho!”. Aaliyah and Valeria bursted out laughing as they watched their papá pretend to be Santa Claus.

“He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.”

He leaned in and pinched their noses. Their cheeks became so rosy as they looked at Richard. His eyes were just so full of love.

“And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight —

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

They cheered at the end of the story as Richard placed the book down on the bedside table. He laughed and took the pillow out from his shirt. “Did you girls enjoy the story?” They nodded and yelled a big “yes!”

He leaned in and placed a kiss on the top of their heads. “I’m glad you liked it mija.” He brushed a hair away from their faces and smiled at them both. “I love you girls…”

“I love you too papá.”

“Yeah, I love you papá! Thank you for reading us a story.”

He chuckled and nodded. “You’re welcome.” He tucked them into bed, placed one last kiss on their foreheads and bid them goodnight. He made his way to the door and saw me standing there. “That was a lovely story.” I stated as his face turned a light shade of pink. “You heard all of it?” He asked and I nodded.

“I especially liked the part where you put the pillow in your shirt and started laughing like you were Santa. That was a really nice touch.” He laughed and playfully pushed me on the side. “Hey, I was trying to get into character and give them visuals. What I did was amazing.” He smiled. “Of course.” We smiled at each other as he leaned in and placed a kiss upon my lips.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#Alondra’s 12 Days of Christmas #cncowners #cnco imagines #richard camacho #richard camacho imagines #richard christmas imagine #christmas imagine #happy holidays

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zuzuma-katpaws · 5 years ago

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The Day That Christmas was Not Ruined

Link to AO3 version: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21958318

AU - Dreamswap (Belongs to @onebizarrekai )

Words - Around 5,200

Summary - Dream has been trying hard to help the orphans this Christmas, but it looks like he is going to need a lot more help than he planned.

“A Visit from St. Nicholas” is credited to Clement Clarke Moore

“Twas the night before Christmas,

When all through the house not a creature was stirring,

Not even a little mouse.”

The little toddler in Dream’s arms squirmed just a little bit before, his full attention once more to the story.

“The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar plums danced in their head.”

The other children in the orphanage were sitting down on the rug in front of Dream as he comfortably leaned back in the lounge chair, reading the poem that was printed in his hands. They were focused on Dream as he read the poem, however this didn’t bother Dream. He loved reading to the children, especially around the holidays. It gave the little ones a sense of wonder and happiness, which warmed his soul.

“Now Dasher! Now Dancer!

Now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! On, Cupid!

On, Donner and Blitzen!”

Dream looked up from the words to see Ink messing with the Christmas tree, rearranging the ornaments into something that met his standards…which were not high. The two met eye contact briefly but long enough for Dream to give a glare as to warning Ink of the consequences of burning another tree down. Quickly, Ink left the tree and stood elsewhere, fidgeting because of his boredom. Satisfied, Dream continued on with the poem.

“His eyes-how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow!”

The children, who most didn’t understand the words that Dream was saying, were smiling with glee. Their imagination was indeed working to picture the poem in their head with Dream’s voice being the narrator in this fantasy world. A world that was much better than the one they lived in every single day.

“He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle.

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight.

‘Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!’”

Once he finished, the children clapped along with the caretakers at the orphanage. “Boys and girls, what do we say to Lord Dream?” one of the caretakers asked.

“Thank you Lord Dream” all children said in unison. Dream smiled at this, a small joy filling his soul to the brim. He gently placed the small boy off his lap while saying, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must talk to the adults for a little bit.” The children were slightly disappointed, giving out pouts and whines but one of the Papyrus’ stepped around and said, “Now everyone please! Lord Dream is a very busy person. Go on and play while the bigger people talk.” The children begrudging agreed, and they scatter off to designated play areas in which the scene look rather chaotic at first. Dream got up from the chair he was reading from and readjusted his coat before approaching the workers.

“Thank you for coming and reading to the children today”, a Toriel said, one of the three working there, while shaking his hand in gratitude.

“It means so much to them whenever you come by a visit” another worker, an unnamed rabbit, said as her cheerful smile spread across her face.

“It’s the least I can do. These children have been through so much. They deserve a good Christmas after everything that’s happened to them.” Dream looked around the rather small building to see the children playing with well-worn out toys. For many of them, it will be their first Christmas in a safe environment while for the rest it will be the mark of another year of abandonment, rejection, and disappointment. None of them had many possessions such as their own toys or clothing, but thankfully the ‘Justice Reigns Orphan Rescue and Protection Program’ had enough donations, whether in the form of money or items, to help each child enough to get by. However, it was running low because of so many children in need and high-dollar contributors couldn’t see much of a point in it. Dream frowned just a little at this thought, which caught the attention of the Papyrus from earlier.

“Sir? If you don’t mind me asking, what’s wrong?”

“Oh! It’s something…that has been a bit disappointing as of late.”

“…Does it concern the children?” the young rabbit asked, a little worried about the change in the Dreams’ mood. Dream sighed, trying to push away the concern for now. “It’s fine. Nothing for any of you or the children to worry about.”

“Speaking of the children, when are we expecting…um…the delivery?” Toriel asked. Dream knew immediately of what she was speaking of. Every year, Justice Reigns had a fancy Christmas-themed fundraiser in an effort to provide toys to every orphan in the Multiverse. Then the presents were going to be delivered to every orphanage around. Even the orphanages outside of Justice Reign’s protection would receive a delivery (whether or not those places was willing to give the children the presents rather than selling the toys around JR’s back made things slightly more difficult on Dream’s part).

However, this year ended up in disaster. It started near Halloween when someone acquired a photo of Dream at run-down bar, getting drunk and being forced to leave. That someone ended up sending the photo to many paparazzi agencies whom did everything in their power to make Dream look like a relapsed alcoholic; the real truth was that the photo was taken long before Dream even met Ani not to mention that he hadn’t touch the stuff for more than a decade now, despite his cravings. Still, nobody would listen and rather believe a lie, thus tarnishing his name enough to cause problems. When the fundraiser finally came around, nobody wanted to help because it would only support Dream’s supposedly relapsed drinking. As such…they didn’t get far out of the starting gate when donations opened. The fundraiser itself didn’t make enough for one orphanage to receive presents, much less all the ones under Justice Reigns’ domain. They couldn’t deviate any of the funds from other programs because of the tight budget from the previous year. This upset Dream greatly, causing most of his depression, stress, and insomnia as of late.

Now, how was he going to explain this to these orphanage caretakers? Those working at Justice Reigns knew better than to believe such things, as this was not the first time paparazzi caused problems and they knew it would not be the last. They remained loyal to Dream, to which he was grateful. Most volunteers who worked in the programs provided by Justice Reigns knew that he wasn’t some drunk sycophant, because he would visit often, be friendly towards everyone, and smelling clean and being presentable, not like an ungrateful creature covering the stench of rotten alcohol and making a fool of himself. He hoped that they would understand as he explained in full detail of what was going on and why there wasn’t anything to delivery.

“That’s…horrible” Toriel said, in such a soft whisper as if she didn’t believe the words herself.

“No…” the bunny said, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

“There…isn’t…the children need something for Christmas! There is something we have to do!” Papyrus exclaimed. Dream agreed, however it was so close to Christmas already – only a week away really. But what could they do? He had been trying to figure out a situation since the fundraiser. Dream had even resorted to pleading with many of his past contributors, however they would not budge. He talked to many toy makers in an effort to donate some of the older toys they had failed to sell, but they were more concerned about their profits. It pained Dream to see how truly selfish and cold-hearted people were becoming this Christmas. It was a time of giving to those who are in need…and these children needed something good to happen in their lives!

“I will find a way. I will.” Dream said these words to the caretakers and he was determined to resolve this problem. He was. But after he left that day…things happened. Many of these problems were the ones that forced Dream’s attention away from this predicament, which would sometimes take an entire day. Sometimes it felt that the entire Multiverse was against him. Despite being able to make some progress, Dream ran out of time.

He was lying down on the floor in his office once Christmas Eve came, disappointed and depressed. The lights were out, leaving the office dark and hard to see if it were not for Dream’s wings glowing; however the wings were also dim from their usual brightness. The office slightly trashed due to Dream’s temper, however nothing valuable broken. Facing the ceiling with blank stare, he knew that he failed. The happy and proud atmosphere that once filled the castle called Justice Reigns was nothing but bitter moods and terrible attitudes. For once, Dream didn’t care. He was more worried about the children. He put so much effort into their well-being that…it hurt knowing they were going to wake without anything for them underneath the tree, thinking that they not good enough for Santa’s Nice List. His hand had grabbed the necklace softly, wondering what Ani would think of this. He concluded that they would be disappointed in him for not doing better.

The door cracked open, revealing Ink. His blank stare reached Dream’s eyes, but nothing was said. Instead, Ink huffed and went to sit on the desk, as it seemed that every chair and the couch were destroyed. “Things not going as planned?”

“Things didn’t go as planned” Dream replied dryly, his teeth clenched in anger as he scowled. Ink looked around the room a little bit but finding difficulty in seeing in the darkness. Ink looked up, seeing the remains of the fan still spinning.

“You killed the fan?”

“Yeah”

“…It was ugly. It needed to go.”

“Yeah”

They sat in complete silence for many minutes after that. Ink started up another conversation, perhaps out of boredom. “I don’t see what the big deal is. After all, isn’t this whole Christmas thing like a competition?” Dream sighed a little at this, understanding where Ink was going with this. “It does seem like it sometimes. Who can get the best gifts? Who can be the nicest?” Dream shut his eyes, feeling a headache coming on. “Christmas isn’t supposed to be like that though. It’s supposed to be a time where you help each other, despite what bad times might come through the winter.”

“…What were your Christmases like?”

Dream smiled a little. “You mean before Justice Reigns happened, correct?” He could tell that Ink shrugged, even though his eyes were still shut. Memories flooded back to Dream, most of them good this time but it still felt like his soul wanted to tear apart. “Nightmare and I would get each other presents. It was so hard to hide his because he was so damn nosy. But every Christmas, we managed to surprise each other every time. We even had a Christmas tree, but no matter how hard I tried to prevent it or redecorate, Nightmare would always botch up the appearance of the tree. He always claimed that it gave the tree ‘character’ though honestly it looked like a mess. I remember one year he managed to set it on fire. It didn’t burn down all the way though and we didn’t feeling like getting another one so it just stood there. I don’t even know how we managed to get the smell of smoke out of the house.”

Dream opened his eyes, done with reminiscing. He turned his head to Ink and asked, “What were yours like?”

“Never celebrated it.”

Dream’s stern gaze faltered for a second. “Never? Why?”

“Like I said, seems like a competition more than anything else. Besides, if I want anything then I just buy it or something like that.” Dream sighed, however it was a fair point. Nobody but Dream ever got Ink any presents and Ink never bothered to give any. However the thought itself was disheartening. The phone rang on Dream’s desk, to which Ink grabbed in quickly to answer it.

“Ello’? Who’s this?” Dream rolled his eyes, but in all honesty he didn’t feel like talking to anybody. He would rather let Ink mess this up than get up from the floor that he found comfort in. Ink listened to the phone call and finally answered, “Ok” before hanging up. “Someone just broke into one of the orphanages. Wanna come or just leave me to do it?”

“I don’t ca- WHAT?!”

“Yeah, someone broke into one of the orphanages. The worker said it was probably a thief. They’re still there.”

“GET OFF MY DESK AND LET’S GO!”

It was official. Dream was pissed. Who would rob an orphanage on Christmas Eve? Assholes, that’s who. Since the children didn’t even have presents in the first place, the only thing left to steal was the children’s belongings! That was not going to happen on Dreams’ watch! It didn’t even take them an hour to reach their destination. There they noticed that the door was ajar, the lock broken and everything.

Dream motioned Ink to stay behind him, than quietly snuck through the door without making a sound. He noticed dirt and snow tracks leading into the foyer, so he crouched down and sneaked along, following the path. The tracks then lead to the chimney area which was big and mostly bare except for the Christmas tree, which gave enough light to see the bare minimum. There was shuffling sounds nearby so they huddled the corners where there was no light to avoid detection. Dream saw someone messing around the Christmas tree before going to the chimney itself. Dream could tell that this person was wearing a red and green outfit but he couldn’t clearly see. Seeing as though there was only one person there though, Dream jumped out of his hiding spot and drew out his sword, yelling, “This is JR! Freeze and put your hands up now!”

The figure froze in their spot, hands automatically shooting upward in the air.

“Turn around slowly and do not try anything, or I will kill you”

“…I don’t think that’s a good idea, Dream” the stranger said, with a familiar voice that Dream knew all too well. Dream was shocked as the figure turned around. It was Nightmare, in a rather ornate red and green outfit that was similar to his normal one, only the moon symbol was replaced with snowflakes. His purple eyes show their usual mischievous look and his black messy hair was mostly covered with an elf-hat while his circlet was probably in his inventory. Nightmare smiled a cocky smile, which told Dream he was up to something.

“What are you doing here Nightmare?” Dream demanded in a strict tone, not backing down. Nightmare lowered his hands and started speaking, but a large paintbrush swung out of nowhere and struck him down onto the floor. Ink looked so please with himself as he kneeled down and handcuffed Nightmare behind his back. “DUDE WAIT YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND! WE’RE ONLY HELPING OUT!” Dream motioned Ink to stop for a moment, and looked at Nightmare for an explanation.

“Okay so we heard about how bad the whole fundraiser thing went and we got to thinking about the kids at the orphanages and Error started panicking about the whole thing and went into a rant about ‘Kids need something for Christmas Nightmare!’ and so we decided do something about it” Nightmare explained quickly, not making full coherent sentences. Dream, however, quickly pieced together what Nightmare said. “You…you’re helping? How exactly? By stealing from them?”

Nightmare looked insulted from this statement. “No! What do you take me for? Sure I can be an asshole sometimes but I’m not soulless.” Ink narrowed his gaze at Nightmare, to which Nightmare turned his head slightly to face him and said, “You know what I mean.”

Dream had to think about what Nightmare said, which did make sense. Nightmare and his gang still had standards and if they stole anything it was for a decent reason or pure survival. They weren’t the type to hurt a little kid on purpose, unless it was an evil ‘Frisk’ or ‘Chara’ but that situation would fall under self defense. There was a problem with Nightmare’s story though. Nightmare had no toys on him nor was there any present nearby. “Pray tell how were you going to help then?”

“Well…here’s the thing…the presents that we brought are in the chimney…with…‘Santa’.”

Dream paused when he heard this before he directed his attention to the chimney. He approached it slowly and looked up, noticing someone stuck up there as evident by the casual swinging of his black boots. “…Who is up there, exactly?” Dream asked as he stared back at Nightmare; however he got his answer quickly as a person hollered out, “Nightmare! Nightmare, what are you doing!? Help me down already!” It was Cross’ voice.

“Yeah, ‘Santa’ had too much chocolate this year. Will you let me go now?” Dream was exasperated to say in the least, but he did motion for Ink to get up. Ink obeyed, but did not uncuff Nightmare. “Dude!” Nightmare hollered out as he got up from ground and glared at Ink. “Do it yourself.” “You have the keys!” “Why should I? I’m soulless after all”

“Boys, stop” Dream said in a low growl, not wanting to deal with this right now.

“Fine Boss”

“Fine Bossy”

Dream had to bite back a remark before returning to the task at hand. “Uncuff him, Ink, and help us pull Cross down.” Ink reluctantly done as he was told before Ink and Dream huddled in the chimney, each one grabbing a foot that was swinging and started pulling; Nightmare decided to go outside and investigate the top of the chimney to see if there was anything he could from there. Dream and Ink pulled as hard as they could but Cross only slightly moved downward.

“Stop Nightmare! That hurts!”

“Not Nightmare!” Ink hollered back in frustration.

“…INK? What are you doing here!?” Cross cried out in shock, clearly unaware of what was going on.

“Getting your fat butt out of there!”

“I’m not fat! My muscles are too big!”

“Yeah, your ‘table muscles’!” said Nightmare in a loud voice as he ran back inside and headed for the kitchen. Dream barely saw him go by, only to notice that they were not alone anymore. The children were all gathered downstairs along with the caretakers, watching the commotion with confusion and nervousness. “It’s all right everyone! Santa is just stuck right now but JR is working very hard to set him free” Dream explained nervously.

“Is Santa gonna live?” asked a small little monster child, who wasn’t but a foot tall and probably only two years old.

“YES! He will live!” Dream exclaimed, only to notice Nightmare running out of the kitchen with a few gallons of something and bolting straight outside before he could say anything else. “What’s going on?” Cross asked, to which Dream could tell he was panicking slightly.

“Don’t worry ‘Santa’! It’s just the ‘children’! They’re worried about you!”

“…Children? …OH! HO HO HO! I’m fine kiddos!” Cross hollered out; however it was clear that he was using a deeper voice than normal to fit the persona he took on. Dream groaned, knowing that he was only one right now realizing how terribly this was all going. Soon enough Cross cried out, “What are you doing Nightmare!? What is this stuff?!”

“Just pretend its chocolate!” Nightmare cried out, which was fainter and clearly farther above Cross. Dream didn’t understand what was going on until he saw cooking oil dripping down the sides of the chimney. Both Ink and Dream continue pulling on Cross’ legs, despite the complaints that the other was giving. They tried to be careful but the oil started getting all over Cross and themselves as well. Unfortunately, Cross had only moved a few inches. “Now what?” Ink asked Dream directly, however Dream had no time to think of another solution before chaos happened.

“SORRY NOT SORRY!”

“HOLY-!”

Cross was forced out of the chimney finally, colliding with Dream and Ink underneath him with full force. All in all, everyone could see the three dirty, oily men in a defeated pile with Nightmare casually sitting on top of them, saying, “I call that a ten out of ten.”

“I am personally adding ‘physical assault’ to your criminal records when this is all done” Dream growled on his back while Ink was squirming to get out from underneath.

“Hah. Bold of you to assume that those charges weren’t already in there!”

They all managed to get up, but they looked awful. Their clothes were practically ruined with the debris and cooking oil sticking to their coats and jeans, their hair sticking out in different positions, Cross’ beard was practically black at this point, the Santa suit that Cross wearing ruined-WAIT.

Dream stared at Cross’ face in disbelief, surprised at the foreign hair that was attached to it. It was awful looking, being untamed and un-kept. It wasn’t even that thick too, making it harder to look at. He even had side-burns and a moustache to go with it, being whiter than what his beard is now currently. All-in-all, Cross appeared like a sixty year old hobo instead of his normal age. Cross narrowed his eyes back at Dream, agitated at the fact that Dream was even staring at him. Ink merely looked at beard and decided to yank it to test if it was real.

“OUCH!”

“Huh. It is real. Go figure” Ink thought out loud while Cross tried to rub the discomfort out of his face.

“…Why?” Dream asked, slightly disturbed by this new look. Nightmare shrugged as he replied, “He wanted to look the part. Error and I wanted him to wear a fake one but he absolutely refused.”

“…Santa?”

All the men froze in their spot and looked down at the little human girl who walked up to them and spoke in such a soft voice. Cross, immediately in character, kneeled before the little girl and asked in a deep jolly voice, “Ho ho ho! Yes, little one?” The little girl looked up in awe, her eyes bright as she saw the nice man that she heard so many stories about. “Did…did you come to bring presents for us?”

“I sure did! Ho Ho Ho! Little elf, bring the presents!”

“You might not want to call me little, ‘Santa’” Nightmare said in a cheery tone however his eyes were definitely twitching from the insult. The bag of presents that was trapped in the chimney with Cross, which wasn’t fancy to begin with, made it safely down surprisingly without breaking anything. Nightmare had begun passing out presents while Dream, Ink, and Cross needed to wash up and get changed out of their clothes before helping out. The caretakers and other workers at the orphanage managed to find some extra clothes that fit Dream and Ink while Cross ended up with the spare Santa suit that was two sizes too big. At this point, it was evidently clear that Cross looked ridiculous however at this point he didn’t care as he was too busy having fun and being ‘Santa’ to the little ones.

After many of the presents were given out, Dream noticed a few things that were…off with them…so to speak. One, all of them was unwrapped so either Nightmare’s gang ran out of time or didn’t bother to do it. Two, some were crotchet stuff toys in a familiar blue string, being strong, sturdy, and soft as well. They were friendly looking and the smaller children took to the dolls extremely well. Three, the rest of the toys were like Frankenstein abominations, such as a walking doll with duck feet while wearing a rain coat, toy pirate ships with monster truck wheels, and a lot of stuff ostrich toys that had a horse for a head and reptile feet that actually wiggled; Dream showed this particular one to Nightmare and asked for an explanation. “Oh! That one there is what we call, ‘Harry the Horsetrichsauras’. We’re pretty sure it’ll be in popular demand before long.”

“Why is there mutant atrocities disguised as toys coming out of that bag?”

“Well, we knew that Error couldn’t make enough toys for all the kiddos, so Cross and I broke into this warehouse full of broken or poorly made toys that were going to be discarded. We decided to make actual suitable toys out of them. It was hard but looking at this scene…it was so worth it.” Nightmare looked at the kids playing with their toys with an endearing smile on his face, something that was very rare for him. To Dream’s astonishment, Nightmare and Cross did a good job on the variety and quality on the toys as the children play with toys ecstatically. It made Dream smile as well.

Nightmare’s phone rang, which interrupted the scene and getting everyone’s attention. Nightmare answered it without hesitation. “Error! What’s up?”

“Where are you? I just got the last of the toys finished!”

“Uhh…the first stop…”

Nightmare flinched as Error practically hollered through the speakers of the phone. “ARE YOU CRAZY? You can’t there any longer or Dream will find out!”

“Already did” Dream answered, a little startled as well after the screaming. There was a pause before Error said, “You have got to be kidding me…”

“Listen Error, it’s a long story but we finished delivering the presents for here, so we’re going on!”

“Nightmare, you don’t have enough time! You’ve been there for more than two hours and at this rate you won’t even get half done when Christmas is over!” This caused Nightmare to wince, and when the duo looked over they saw Cross staring back at them with a worried look on his face. Dream straightened up when he realized what he needed to do. “I can help, and I can get Ink to help whether he wants to or not.” Ink groaned when he heard this while Nightmare looked at Dream with surprise, but Dream continued talking. “I can get these presents delivered to these orphanages faster than any of you can, and I can do it legally for that matter. The caretakers or workers won’t hesitate to let me inside and I don’t need to slide down tiny chimneys like an idiot.”

“Hey! It was a accident!”

“Let me help…I failed these kids once so let me redeem myself.”

Dream was dead serious…and Nightmare knew it. Nightmare smirked and said, “On one condition; you don’t arrest us right after this.” Dream smirked as well and remarked, “Only if Cross shaves that rat off his face.”

“Now you guys are just being mean…”

‘Operation Save Christmas’ was a go. The plan was relatively simple. Nightmare and the now beardless Cross would bring all the presents to Justice Reigns where Dream and the other employees (who agreed on the truce just for tonight) would deliver the presents to each orphanage quickly and silently. They, along with the orphanage workers (who were informed by the sudden news) quickly got the presents inside and under the tree before any other children woke up.

It was a race against the clock…and they were a few bumps in the plan that caused Dream to personally intervene…

…but they did it.

Every orphan got a present for Christmas. Everyone in Justice Reigns celebrated and before long a party broke out in the entire castle with booze and quickly made hand-size food. Dream was swept up in the thrill of it all and celebrated as well. Nightmare and Cross attended too as well as Error, who was so happy about the results that he could barely stand it. It was a blast as everyone celebrated Christmas Eve with each other, deciding to ignore past the hardships of the year and be thankful for the upcoming new year. The party itself lasted even after every orphan woke up and opened their gifts, which they all loved their toys dearly.

Eventually Dream was forced to retire from the party, leaving the employees still giddy in their celebrations. Even though Dream did not touch any form of alcohol, he still felt light-headed and emotional from the whole experience. He walked into his office, since it was closer than his bedroom, only to be reminded and disappointed by all the broken furniture that he cannot sleep on. He did see Nightmare though, lying down on the floor and curl away from Dream. He was so sure that his twin was asleep until Nightmare turn to him and simply said, “Hey.”

“…You too. Tired?”

“You have no idea. I can’t remember the last time I slept…maybe before this whole Christmas ruckus started.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah…I was so sure that if I slept then there wouldn’t be enough toys and everything would fail. I was starting to have nightmares from the whole thing.”

“…Same here.”

They looked at each other for what seemed like several minutes in awkward silence before Dream asked, “You’re just going to sleep here?” Nightmare laughed before dryly commenting, “I was going to use the couch for a little bit but someone decided it shouldn’t exist anymore.” Dream smiled and shook his head, a little embarrassed. “It was not my finest moment.”

“Obviously. This whole thing must have made you upset and for good reason.”

“Yeah…were you the one who…you know…?”

“I didn’t get that picture or use it against you if that’s what you’re asking. You know that I will never stoop that low when it comes to embarrassing you.”

“I see…”

“Whoever that guy was must be pretty vindictive though. Or he could be just a general everyday asshole. Either or.”

“…Thank you.”

These words took Nightmare off guard for a moment. He studied his twin’s face, perhaps wondering if Dream really meant it. Dream swallowed his pride for a moment before saying, “Thank you for doing this. I couldn’t give those kids their Christmas this year and I was ready to give up. Then, out of nowhere, you swooped in and fixed it like some kind of superhero. While I was pitying them and just becoming more stress over the while situation, you and the others basically did the hard work for no reward whatsoever. So I want to say thank you.”

“…Uh…I really don’t know what to say”

Dream only sighed and decided to lie down beside Nightmare on the floor. This caused Nightmare to physically flinch but he did not move away from Dream. “Dude, your bedroom isn’t that far away.” “I know” Dream said, turning his gaze toward Nightmare after he got comfortable. To his surprise, Nightmare’s face started to heat up as he appeared flustered. Nightmare lightly punched Dream in the shoulders before curling up to him, slowly closing his eyes to rest. Dream smiled at this, closing his eyes and listen to the other one breathe in and out peacefully for what seemed like forever. Nightmare did wake up sometime later and grabbed Error and Cross before heading back to their hideout, just in case somebody got the bright idea of breaking the truce. However, Dream didn’t mind. Deep down, he was happy about the entire outcome.

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bechloeislegit · 5 years ago

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25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2019

DAY 17 - SANTA'S DAUGHTER

Prompt from FanFiction User ChrisM92: My idea is inspired by the new movie Noelle that Anna Kendrick just did. [See the end for the full prompt.]

"What do you mean Nick is gone?" Mrs. Kringle asked.

"I mean. Nick. Is. Gone," Beca responded. "No one has seen him around the Pole and no one knows where he is. He took the sleigh."

"This can't be happening," Mrs. Kringle said, pacing around the room. "Your father must be turning in his grave over this."

"What does that mean?" Beca asked. "Turning in his grave?"

Mrs. Kringle stopped and looked at Beca. "It means, he would be upset that this is happening."

"Oh, right," Beca said. "What are we going to do?"

"We aren't going to do anything," Mrs. Kringle said. "You, Rebecca Noelle Kringle, are going to go out and find your brother."

"ME?" Beca yelled her mouth agape. "Why me?"

"You're his sister," Mrs. Kringle replied. "He listens to you. You need to find him and bring him back home. Christmas is a little over a week away and we still have a lot to do."

"How am I supposed to find him? He took the sleigh."

"I don't know, but you'll have to figure out something."

Just then an elf ran into the room. "Santa's sleigh just came back. It was set to auto-pilot. There is no sign of Santa."

The elf ran out with Beca and Mrs. Kringle right behind him. They got to the middle of town and there was Santa's sleigh and all eight reindeer.

Beca rushed to the sleigh and climbed on board. She pushed some buttons and looked at the GPS.

"The last place the sleigh was is Barden, Georgia," Beca told her mother. "That must be where Nick went."

"You know what you must do," Mrs. Kringle said.

Beca sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "I'll let the reindeer rest and leave tomorrow."

Beca jumped off the sleigh and looked around at the elves, looking to her for instructions on what to do.

"Unhitch the team and get them fed," Beca said. "Clean up the sleigh and make sure to check everything. I want this sleigh ready to go first thing tomorrow morning."

The elves started rushing around to accomplish their tasks. Mrs. Kringle looked at Beca with a proud smile.

"That was very Santa-ish of you," Mrs. Kringle said. "If you can't convince Nick to come, we may have already found our new Santa."

Beca couldn't say anything; she just stared after her mother as she walked back toward their house.

~ Day 17 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

"I have something for you," Elf Polly said, waking Beca the next morning.

"If it isn't some hot cocoa with a peppermint stick," Beca mumbled. "I'm not interested."

"Get up!" Polly said, grabbing Beca's foot and pulling her off the bed.

"Really?" Beca asked. "That's how you treat the next possible Santa?"

"Yes, it is," Polly said. "Now put this on."

"Is that my dad's suit?"

"Yes. I altered it to fit you."

"Why?"

"Because you need Santa's magic to help you find Nick and bring him home."

"Can I at least have breakfast first?"

"It's right there," Polly said, pointing out the tray next to Beca's bed.

Beca sat up and looked across the bed. "Thanks," she said and jumped onto the bed to get to the food.

Polly stood patiently waiting as Beca ate. Beca swallowed the last of her cocoa and let out a sigh of contentment.

"Get dressed," Polly said. "Everyone is waiting for you."

Beca took the suit and put it on. It fit her very well. She pulled on her boots and smoothed down the jacket.

"Don't forget this," Polly said, holding out Santa's hat.

"Wouldn't leave home without it," Beca said sarcastically.

Polly left the room and Beca followed. They made it to the sleigh and Beca checked everything before climbing on board. She set the GPS for Barden, Georgia, the last known location of the sleigh before it returned to the North Pole.

"We are a week away from Christmas," Mrs. Kringle told Beca. "You don't have much time to find Nick and get him back here so he can prepare for Christmas night."

"Got it," Beca said. She sang out and looked around. "Hmph." She sang out again and looked around. "Come on, Snow Cone! I can't do this without you!"

Suddenly, around the corner came a small, white reindeer. Snow Cone hopped into the sleigh with Beca and bounced around happily.

"Do you think it wise to take him with you?" Mrs. Kringle asked.

"Barden looks like a small town but it has a lot of places Nick could be," Beca said. "Snow Cone can track Nick."

"Okay," Mrs. Kringle said. "Take good care of him."

"I will," Beca said. She looked down at the tiny reindeer and asked, "Are you ready, Snow Cone?"

Snow Cone bleated and hopped up and down.

"Here goes nothing," Beca said. "Everyone clear?" she asked as she looked around the sleigh.

"All clear," a voice rang out.

"On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer and Vixen," Beca called out, holding onto the reins. "On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen."

The reindeer began to run and soon the sleigh was in the air. Beca smiled as they were on their way.

~ Day 17 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

"Okay, guys," Beca called out to the reindeer. "We're near Barden and we need to find a place to land and hope no one sees us."

Beca looks down and notices a clear area in some woods and guides the sleigh to it. The landing is a bit bumpy, but all in all, not bad for her first solo run. Beca hops out of the sleigh with Snow Cone at her side. She walks to the front and looks at the team.

"Okay," Beca said. "I'm going to unhitch you so you can graze in this field. But you must stay in this area so we can make a quick getaway when I find Nick. Understand?"

The reindeer looked back at her, eyes blinking.

"I'll take that as you understand," Beca said.

Beca unhitched the team and checked her watch.

"Come on, Snow Cone," Beca said. "Barden is this way."

Beca walked for about half an hour before she came to what appeared to be a college. She stopped and looked around. She knelt next to Snow Cone.

"Okay, Snow Cone," Beca said. "I need you to track Nick. Find his scent. Go ahead."

Snow Cone stuck his nose in the air and started sniffing around. He suddenly started jumping up and down.

"Did you find his scent?" Beca asked and Snow Cone turned in circles. "Great! Lead the way."

Snow Cone took off with Beca following closely behind. They turned a corner and there were people all around.

"Halloween's over, numbnuts," a guy called out to her, laughing.

Beca looked back at the guy and frowned. "Halloween?"

~ Day 17 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

A lot of people looked at Beca like she was crazy. A few made some comments; some of which made Beca blush.

It was getting dark and Beca still hadn't found Nick. She was also getting tired.

"Come on, Snow Cone," Beca said. "Let's get back to the sleigh. It's getting late and we need to sleep somewhere."

Beca checked her watch to locate the sleigh. "The sleigh is that way," Beca said, looking down at Snow Cone and pointing in the direction they needed to go.

Beca turned and bumped into someone. She grabbed their arms to keep them from falling.

"Whoa," Beca said. "Are you okay? Sorry about that I didn't see you."

"M'fine," a voice slurred.

Beca looked at the woman closely and couldn't help but smile. She was very pretty.

"Chloe Beale," Beca said, somehow knowing that was the woman's name.

The woman looked at Beca. "Do I know you?"

"Um, no," Beca said. "I'm Beca and I know you. You've been on Santa's Nice List since you were born."

"Is that supposed to be some pick-up line?" Chloe asked. "It's pretty lame although I must give you kudos for wearing the Santa suit to really sell it."

"Sell it?" Beca asked. "Sell what?"

"I have to go," Chloe said and turned to leave, only gravity had other ideas and she fell to the ground.

Beca rushed to her side. "Are you okay?"

"Don't mind me," Chloe said. "I'll just sleep here."

Beca looked at the woman again and checked her watch. She reached down and lifted Chloe, holding her bridal style.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to take you home."

"Oh. Okay," Chloe said and promptly passed out.

~ Day 17 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

Beca managed to get Chloe to her apartment and gently laid her on the sofa. Beca looked around and frowned. The place was just one room with a small kitchen area and what appeared to be a bathroom through the only door Beca saw.

"Our list said Chloe Beale is a veterinarian," Beca mumbled. "I'd think she'd be able to live better than this."

Beca looked at her watch and clicked a few links. "Oh," Beca said. "Wow, she's had a bad year. Someone sued her because their dog died when Chloe performed surgery on him. They won and Chloe's vet license was revoked. But, it says here there was nothing she could do. The dog was too badly injured. That doesn't seem right."

Chloe stirred and mumbled before settling down. Beca looked at her.

"You've lost your Christmas spirit," Beca said, somewhat awed. "I'm going to help you get it back. Well, as soon as I find Santa, my brother."

Beca took the blanket off the back of the sofa and gently placed it over Chloe. She then looked around the apartment and found another blanket and a pillow. She made a bed on the floor and laid down.

"Come on, Snow Cone," Beca said. "It's time to sleep."

~ Day 17 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

Beca was awakened the next morning by a shrill scream. She jolted up and looked around to find Chloe standing over her with a large frying pan in her hand.

"Wh-who are you?" Chloe asked. "And what are you doing in my apartment?"

"Oh," Beca said, jumping up to face Chloe. Chloe took a step back, holding the frying pan like a weapon. "I'm Beca. Santa's daughter."

"Oh, God," Chloe said, shaking her head as if trying to make things clear. "I must still be drunk."

"You were last night," Beca said. "You passed out so I carried you home."

Snow Cone started bleating and hopping around. He rose into the air in front of Beca and Beca pulled him to her.

"What the hell is that?" Chloe asked, looking at Snow Cone.

"This is Snow Cone," Beca said, smiling. "He's a reindeer in training."

"I think I need another drink," Chloe mumbled.

"No, you don't," Beca said.

Beca put Snow Cone down on the floor and took a step toward Chloe. Chloe took two steps away from Beca.

"I get it," Beca said, holding up her hands to show she wasn't dangerous. "You've lost your Christmas Spirit and don't believe in Santa. I'm here to help you get it back. And to find my brother, who really is Santa."

"How do I know you're telling the truth?"

"Ask me anything about Christmas."

"What did I ask Santa for when I was six years old?"

Beca checked her watch and frowned. "I'm sorry Santa wasn't able to bring your grandmother back. He's magical but he can't bring back someone who has died. And, I'm sorry for your loss."

Chloe's eyes widened. "How do you know that?" she whispered. "I never told anyone about that."

"Santa's daughter here," Beca said, pointing to herself. "I'm not lying about that."

Chloe lowered the frying pan and sat down on the sofa. "I must be in some kind of alcohol-induced dream. Ow! Why did you pinch me?"

"To let you know this is not a dream," Beca said, sitting next to Chloe. "I'm really Santa's daughter and I'm here to help you."

Chloe ran a hand through her hair. "I used to love Christmas. But, this last year has taken a toll on me."

"I know," Beca said. "I'm going to help you get your Christmas Spirit back. I also need your help to find my brother or there won't be a Christmas."

"How can I help you find your brother?"

"Snow Cone can track him," Beca said. "I need your help to fit in so we aren't recognized."

Chloe looked at Beca's Santa suit and smiled. "We need to get you some different clothes."

Beca looked down at her suit. "You don't like my clothes?"

"They're perfect if you want people staring at you," Chloe said. "But if you want to find your brother, you need to dress like everyone else."

"How do I do that?"

"I'll lend you some of my clothes," Chloe said.

~ Day 17 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

An hour later, Beca and Chloe had both showered and Chloe had given Beca some of her clothes. Beca looked down at her outfit.

"This is what everyone is wearing?" Beca asked. "The jeans have rips and tears in them."

"That's the way we wear them," Chloe said, looking Beca up and down. "You look cute in my clothes."

"Oh, um, thank you," Beca said, blushing.

"Let's get some breakfast and discuss how you plan to find your brother," Chloe said.

Chloe grabbed her jacket and went to the door. She looked over to see Beca still standing where she left her.

"Let's go," Chloe said, putting her jacket on. "We only have six days to find your brother."

"Oh, right," Beca said and moved toward Chloe. Snow Cone followed her, floating through the air.

"Um, we need to do something about that," Chloe said, looking at Snow Cone.

"Snow Cone, down," Beca said, pushing him gently to the ground. "You need to stay grounded until we get back to the sleigh, okay?"

Snow Cone looked at her. "Good. Let's go," Beca said.

Snow Cone caught Nick's scent but kept going in all directions.

"Your brother has been all over the place," Chloe said. "Maybe we need to go where there are fewer people and see if Snow Cone can catch Santa's scent." Chloe shook her head with a laugh. "Not a sentence I'd thought I'd ever say."

It took two days for Snow Cone to find Nick's scent and followed it straight to Nick.

"Are you sure this is it?" Beca asked, looking down at Snow Cone.

Snow Cone sat, looking up at Beca, his little reindeer tail wagging.

"Okay," Beca said and knocked on the door.

The door was opened by a man with brown hair and twinkling blue eyes.

"Nick!" Beca squealed.

"Beca?" Nick said. "What are you doing here?

"Looking for you, loser," Beca said as she pushed him aside and entered the apartment. Chloe and Snow Cone following close behind her.

"Who's this?" Nick asked, looking at Chloe.

"You don't know?" Beca asked, surprised. "You should know just by looking at her. You are Santa Claus and Santa knows everyone by sight."

"Nope, sorry," Nick said.

"But, you knew who I was when you saw me," Chloe said, looking at Beca. "How did you do that?"

"I... don't know," Beca said.

"I do," Nick said with a knowing smile. "You're the real Santa."

"I am not!" Beca exclaimed. "You take that back!"

"Can't," Nick said, his smile growing wider. "Look, Beca, you've always been more like Dad than I ever was. I knew I wasn't Santa material, but everyone was expecting it to be me since I'm male. But, you're the one that has all the traits of Santa."

"I don't know what to say," Beca said. "What do I do? I'm expected to bring Santa back home so he can deliver all the toys on Christmas."

"Go home," Nick said. "And you will have fulfilled your duty of bringing Santa home so she can deliver all the toys on Christmas."

"He's right, Beca," Chloe said. "I felt something change inside me since I've been around you. I've started to believe in the magic of Christmas again. And I definitely believe in Santa. That's all because of you."

"You need to decide quickly," Nick told Beca. "You've only got four days until Christmas."

Beca bit her bottom lip and looked deep in thought.

"I need to get back to the sleigh," Beca said. "Nick, will you come home with me and tell mom about not wanting to be Santa?"

"Sure," Nick said. "As long as you promise to bring me back here when you're on your rounds?"

"I promise," Beca said with a smile. "And Santa never breaks a promise." She turned to Chloe. "As for you, I'd like to see you again."

"Well, you did say I was on the Nice List," Chloe said with a grin. "So, I guess I'll definitely be seeing you on Christmas."

"You most definitely will. I promise," Beca said. "Do you want to go with us to the sleigh?"

"I'd love to," Chloe said, excitedly.

~ Day 17 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

After a quick stop at Chloe's apartment, so Beca could change back into her Santa suit, Snow Cone led the way back to the sleigh.

"Wow!" Chloe exclaimed when the sleigh and reindeer came into sight. "This is amazing."

Chloe walked around the sleigh, lightly running her hand over it. She was startled when Beca let out a loud whistle.

"Alright, you guys," Beca called out. "Get into formation."

Chloe stared in amazement as the reindeer came and stood in the proper position in front of the sleigh. Beca and Nick quickly hitched the team up and Beca looked over at Chloe with a soft smile.

"Hey," Beca said, walking over to Chloe and taking her hands in hers.

"Hey," Chloe said.

"I'll see you in a few days," Beca said.

"I'll see you in a few days," Chloe repeated. "Um, am I allowed to kiss Santa before she leaves?"

"Santa has no objections to that," Beca said.

Chloe slowly leaned in and kissed Beca. Beca kissed her back.

The kiss ended and Beca smiled before turning to get on the sleigh. Chloe was smiling as well as she stepped away from the sleigh. Nick and Snow Cone got in the sleigh and Beca took the reins.

With one last look at Chloe, Beca turned and called out, "On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer and Vixen. On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen."

The reindeer began to run and soon the sleigh was in the air. Beca smiled as she looked back at Chloe and waved.

~ Day 17 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

It was two in the morning on Christmas, when Chloe heard a noise. She sat up and saw Beca standing there, looking at her with a smile on her face.

"I've been waiting for you," Chloe said, smiling.

"I promised I'd be here," Beca said. "And Santa never breaks a promise."

"I know," Chloe said, standing and walking to Beca. She put her hands on the fur collar of Beca's suit and pulled her toward her. "I hope this is okay," Chloe murmured as she pulled Beca in for a kiss.

"Mm-Hmm," Beca mumbled as she returned the kiss.

Chloe pulled back and put her arms around Beca's neck. "So, what's the protocol if someone wants to ask Santa out on a date?"

"Well," Beca said. "I'm not sure, but I think I know a way to figure that out."

"Oh, yeah?" Chloe asked.

"Yeah," Beca said. "Chloe Beale, would you like to go out with me?"

"Why I thought you'd never ask," Chloe said and leaned in for another kiss. She pulled back and said, "That's a yes by the way."

"I got that," Beca said, pulling Chloe closer. "Merry Christmas, Chloe."

"Merry Christmas, Santa," Chloe said.

They kissed again and only stopped when Beca heard a noise on the roof of the apartment building.

"I have to go," Beca said. "Duty calls."

"I understand," Chloe said, stepping out of Beca's embrace.

"I'll call you about that date," Beca said as she headed for the door.

"You'd better," Chloe said.

"I promise," Beca said and winked at her.

Beca left and Chloe laid down on the sofa, touching her lips where Beca had kissed her. She squealed and did a little happy dance before making herself comfortable and going back to sleep.

Chloe woke several hours later and was surprised to see a wrapped package sitting on the coffee table in front of her. It wasn't there when she went to sleep. She sat up and picked up the package.

"Did Beca come back?" Chloe thought to herself.

Chloe unwrapped the gift and found a box. She opened it to find a note and read it.

Merry Christmas, Chloe.

This is so I'll always be able to reach you.

Love, Santa

Chloe smiled as she set the note down and looked inside the box. Her smile grew bigger when she pulled out a cell phone. She bit her bottom lip and pressed the call button to see what would happen. She laughed when she heard: Hi, Chloe. You've reached Santa. I'm sorry I can't come to the phone right now but leave a message and I promise I will call you back.

"A very Merry Christmas to me," Chloe said. She was all smiles as she placed the phone on the table and went about her morning.

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Full prompt from FanFiction User ChrisM92: My idea is inspired by the new movie Noelle that Anna Kendrick just did. Where Beca could be Santa's daughter and has to save Christmas. Chloe could use some saving too this Christmas and who better than Beca? Thank you!

#bechloe fanfiction #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale

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tu-writers-room · 4 years ago

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December 24th

The Most Famous Reindeer of All

There were Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen, Comet and Cupid and Dunder and Blixem, they were all there, even some of the lesser-known reindeer she had never heard about before, but, most importantly, Rudolph wasn't. The most famous reindeer of all was very busy these days, it was practically impossible to get him for an interview, but that was fine with the journalist. She was more interested in the outside perspective, in the reindeer who were not the public spotlight, and what they would have to say about their superstar colleague.

She crossed her legs and pulled out the freshly sharpened pencil. She was *so* ready for this interview. It was going to be the story of the year; she could already see the headline in her mind: Rudolph -- Behind the Red Nose. This is how she knew it was going to be good. It always turned out to be good when she had a title this early.

"Sooo," she said, her gaze wandering over the reindeer surrounding her. She was pleased to notice that they anticipated this even more eagerly than she did. The journalist almost licked her lips in excitement. They were about to tell her everything. "We all know Rudolph as a public figure, a dazzling celebrity," she went on when she felt she had dragged this out long enough, "but tell me more about him as a person. What's he like when the cameras are turned off?"

Hooves were pawed on the ground nervously, eyes twitched, Dancer and Prancer exchanged a quick glance. "That's hard to say," one deer said in a diplomatic tone, maybe it was Cupid? "We don't get to see a lot of him these days." Cautious nods all around. They wanted to talk, but none of them was ready to start it. Not yet. But she was a professional, she was prepared for this. Uncrossing her legs and crossing them again, she cleared her throat. "But it hasn't always been like this. What was life on the north pole like before that one foggy Christmas Eve? From what I've heard, it seems Rudolph had trouble connecting with his peers growing up?"

Someone scoffed. Probably Dasher. "This is about the song, isn't it?"

"It's always about this cursed song", Dancer muttered under his breath. "If I get my hooves on whoever wrote that thing, I'm gonna give them a whole new sort of red nose!"

"It got my name wrong," said another, "it's Blixem, spelled B-L-I-X-E-M!" The journalist made a smart face and silently crossed out the name Blitzen on her clipboard.

"I'm not even in the song!", a small, antlerless reindeer called Piper complained loudly. "I wished I wasn't in the song!", yelled another.

"Let's answer the lady's question", an older, also antlerless reindeer said in a calm but firm voice, and the others immediately went quiet. "Yes, Drummer," Piper squeaked.

"It is true that Rudolph has always been an outsider to the group," he told the journalist, "but the song isn't giving quite the right picture here. In fact--" "It wasn't our fault!" Cupid interrupted, and chaos immediately broke loose again.

"He was the one who never wanted to join us!"

"He always felt so special with his stupid nose!"

"We never mocked him, he made that up to hurt us!"

"I would have loved for him to join us once in a while."

The journalist raised her hand to quiet them. As great as it was to get some emotions, she needed facts, too. When the others had calmed down, the older reindeer spoke again: "Rudolph had been Santa's favourite long before that one foggy Christmas Eve, basically ever since he was born, and he rarely let a chance to remind us of that pass by. He preferred to spend his time inside the house with the humanoid part of the staff and considered most of the things that happened outside beneath him. He would call them 'reindeer games', mockingly."

"It was so mean of him to put that term in the song," Cupid complained. "The whole song is a lie," said Blixem, "but with most of it, I at least understand why they did it. Putting the reindeer games in there, though, that was just to rub it in." Even Drummer agreed and nodded: "That was uncalled for, yes."

The journalist frantically took notes, determined to record every detail. "So, to get this straight," she asked without looking up, "Rudolph was never actually bullied for his deformation?" When she didn't get an answer, she raised her head and was met with blank stares. "For his nose!"

Everyone tried to look like they had understood her at the first try, and shook their heads. "No, never!"

"It wouldn't have worked even if we tried," Prancer muttered, obviously ashamed to admit this in front of his peers. "I wanted to mock him for it, just once, when the song was already out, to let him know what it's like when someone makes fun of you. But the only emotion he ever showed about it was pride."

"Don't feel bad about it," Dancer comforted him, gently nudging his shoulder with his nose. "We know you're a good person, you were just angry back then."

"I have another question though," the journalist interrupted the sweet moment, "why? Why make all of this up?"

This time Drummer was the only one who spoke. "People love a good story. The story of an underdog, someone who had to earn their place at the top. It's inspiring. Even more so as a Christmas story, it gives people hope. And more importantly," he sighed, "it's what keeps this place running."

"But...," came small voice from the far back, "that's going to change now, right? Now that you're here?" When she looked around, the journalist saw herself faced with a herd of huge, begging reindeer eyes. "Please?"

When she left the stable two hours later, she had more notes in her bag than she would have deemed possible, and she was determined to tell that story. She felt good about it, so good she started to hum the melody to 'Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer' as she walked back to the sleigh that had brought her here. Except the sleigh had disappeared, along with the driver and all the huskies. She turned around to start looking for an elf who could tell her where they went, and she found one quickly, several elves even, several elves with guns.

One of them approached her. "You can stop looking for your ride. You're not leaving here." Following an instinct, the journalist tightened the grip on her bag. They noticed. "This isn't leaving here either."

"This story is going to get told," she said, but, faced with several weapons aimed at her, handed over her notes regardless. "If not by me, then by someone else. Others will come looking for me."

The elf closest to her handed the notes to one of the others without taking his gun down. "They won't. Everyone already knows what happened to you. Misjudged the cold out here, the vastness of the eternal ice, tried to walk somewhere on her own, it didn't seem that far when taking a sleigh, did it? Happens to many. They freeze to death in the darkness of arctic winter, and when spring comes, their stiff bodies are found next to their clothes, taken off in the late stages of hypothermia." He shook his head, sighing as if he actually regretted it.

"You're not getting away with this," she started a desperate attempt. "Santa's going to hear about it!"

One of the elves laughed, but it wasn't a happy laugh. "Some investigative journalist you are. Santa's the one who sent us!"

Before she could think of an answer she heard hooves on snow, and a moment later the group of elves parted to let him through.

His nose really was exceptionally bright. She had assumed the pictures that reached the public were edited to make it look more glowing, but now that she saw him in person, it was so bright it blinded her in the winter night. She could hardly see anything else.

"Do it", he said to the elf next to him, and the journalist felt a sudden, sharp, but warm pain in her stomach. She hadn't heard a shot. As she sunk to her knees from the pain, still blinded by the red nose, one of the elves asked if they should destroy her notes. "Nooo," Rudolph said, dragging the word out really long to make sure everyone knew how bored he was by all of this. "Bring them to my room. Some of it might be useful for my biography."

She heard footsteps leaving. As far as she could tell, it was only her and the reindeer now.

"Who knows," she heard him say as the red light slowly grew dimmer, "maybe I'll even keep the title."

- Susanne

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Vincent's Christmas Adventure (Edited by Myke Y.U.N.G)

This story starts in the North Pole location, where a young man in a green Santa suit, is making last preparations before the big task.

Vince is watching the world monitor while singing, "Last Christmas I gave you my heart , the very next day.....YOU THREW IT AWAY LIKE WRAPPING PAPER!!!"

****: Well you're in a jolly mood.

Vince *exhaled* Really with the sarcasm Maria?

Maria: Is it that Jasmine girl you liked?

Vince: NOT ANYMORE!!! Now...I have to focus on the task in front of me.

Maria: Alright, Vinnie.

Vince: I told you many times...Don't call me that...I only accept it if it's from a loved one.

Maria: I love you, Vinnie.

Vince:.....(I can sense the words are halfhearted).

Maria: What's up with the green Santa attire? You really stand out.

Vince: Well, red is not my style, so I'm just doing what makes me comfortable.

Maria: Aaaaany way, are you sure you're ready for this?

Vince: Yeah! It's my turn to be Santa this year...Even though many lost faith in us, I won't lose hope. You already had your turn, It's My Turn To SHINE!!!, Vince said with full enthusiasm.

Maria: Just in case, I'll assist you just to make sure.

Vince: Pfft. Whatever and quit treating me like a kid, I'm 22 years old!!!

Maria: “In a kid’s body”, Maria mumbled.

Vince: “What was that!!”. Vince’s anger started to boil.

****: Vince, I need you to focus. You two play a main role in this mission.

Vince: Right, you got it, Captain Thomas!!! (Wait... did Maria already told the Elf Captain?...Well, whatever).

Vince and Maria were gearing up for the run while Captain Thomas ordered the reindeer crew to equip the reindeers’ magical shoes. The gifts were loaded up and ready to go.

Maria is still concerned and asked, "Vince do you have everything?"

Vince was filled with excitement driving the sleigh for the first time.

Vince: "Maria, I doubled and tripled check what I need. Whoa...it's more high-tech than it seems."

Two identical twin elves guided and opened the gates for launch.

Twin 1: Gates opened.

Twin 2: You're good to go guys.

“Thanks, Ben”, said Vince.

“Thank you, Len,” said Maria.

Ben & Len: Travel back safely and keep us on contact.

With a smile on his face, Vince looks forward. "LET'S RIDE!!!" he said as the sled launches out of the station and up in the air.

Vince: Onwards: Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen...And Rudolph!!!

All of the reindeers looked at Vince like an idiot.

“Alright,....alright, I deserve the glares, guys...It's an old timer”, said Vince.

Maria: Alright, so far, so good. Do you know your routes?

Vince: Yep....I studied all year round for the routes all in correct order. We're taking over the North American region while all the other Santas take over the other regions (just imagine Asia always teaming up with Europe, clashing with their routes).

Maria: We have to tackle Eastern parts of the contest first to beat the sunrise.

Vince: On It!!!

***: Hey!! Well if it isn't Vinnie.

Vince: Hey, Bence.

Bence: Oh? I see that the lovely Maria is at your assistance.

Maria: (This guy won't leave me alone during the conference each month)...OH H-Hey Bence.

Bence: You look stunning as always Maria, we should go on a date sometime, I'll show you around Europe.

Maria: Uhhhh.....

Vince: (That's my cue!!) Hey, nice European badge you got there Bence.

Bence: Why thank you, that aside, why are you standing in my way with Maria?

Vince: Where are you getting at Bence? ( Don't say it, Don't say it!!).

Bence: Do you two have a relationship more than friendship?

Vince: No.

Maria: WHAT?!! NO!!!!

Vince & Bence: .....Hmmm

As the two and the reindeers stared at Maria with judgement.

Ben & Len: Are you sure about that?

Maria: Where you guys listening in on the monitor?!!

Captain Thomas: I Got Popcor-

Maria frantically muted and closed visual from the monitors

“So there is some sparks flying for ya,” boy said Vince with a smug smile.

“Shut up you!!!”,” Maria said as she punched Vince’s face out of embarrassment.

Vince: Love Fist?

Maria: You Jerk!! She keeps up with the assault.

Bence: If that's the case... I challenge you to a race. If I win, stop getting in my way between Maria and myself.

Vince: Oh?

Maria: Vince, we have to maintain schedule!!

Vince: I have no doubt that this sleigh and the reindeers will crush you...Right guys!!!

The reindeers nodded in acknowledgment.

Maria: aaaaand I lost them.

Bence: A race to the border!!!

Vince: You're on!!! Now we will see who's the true conqueror!!! Binnie.

Bence looked at Vince angered and unamused as he dashed forward catching up with Vince's sleigh.

The race was fast and the reindeers were not given an inch or let up. Both drivers knew that the race fell down to their skills.

Bence made a sharp turn within the clouds trying to throw Vince off, but lost control and collided with Vince, knocking him off the sleigh falling.

Maria: NO!!! BENCE, HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND.

Bence: I'M SORRY, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. I SWEAR!!!

As Vince is falling down, his communicator was going off.. it was Maria.

“Vince...VINCE!! THE REINDEERS AND I CAN MAKE IT TO YOU!!! I'M ON MY WAY!!!”, said Maria as her voice expressed concern and panic through the communicator.

“It's fine, I was planning this when we reached the central point of NA, looks like it happened early.

I'm gonna use my magic snowboard. I'm gonna turn on my GPS, so you know my location. Once I inform you I'm at the point, teleport me the gifts, said Vince.

Maria calmed herself....”That guy always have a plan to fit his style”, Maria mumbled.

“You know it, I'm a man with the plan baby!!!”, said Vince.

“Just be safe you idiot!!”, said Maria who was flustered by Vince‘s good hearing.

Vince headed down for a landing. Once he landed, he looked on his smartpad to see his location.

Hmmm. NC....North Carolina huh. Well, let's get started then.

Vince used the communicator to inform Maria...”Yo Maria can you see me?”

“Yeah, I can see you but.....AT NORTH CAROLINA?!!”, said Maria.

“Well at least, I'm still on the east coast, send me the North Carolina stuff on to the teleporter. You have to take over Canada”, said Vince.

“I made a waypoint on the map, can you make it there?”, said Maria.

“North Dakota huh.....Got It!!! I can make it....see you till then. It looks like we will have more time before the night sky is burning”, said Vince.

“Well we should take advantage of this opportunity...See you in ND, Daredevil”, said Maria as she signed out.

“Daredevil huh?....I should add that in my list of nicknames”, said Vince as he moved forward, teleporting to each house, building, and complex, stealthily and quietly. There were a few alarms with pets, but all of them were silent with Vince giving them treats.

Vince teleported and dashed like the wind, he had a few refreshments with a paper plate of cookies and paper cups of milk.....he avoided the warm milk as if it's a trap to make him sleep.

“Vince.....Vince!! Updating on your progress, come in”, said Maria on his communicator.

“Vincent here, feeling alive, Maria and I’m setting records, breaking record time!!!Eastern and Mideast are complete!!! We still have a lot of time!!”,said Vince filled with excitement.

“That's great!! I'm headed to the waypoint, we'll regroup there”, said Maria

“HaHa!! The sun can't beat this unstoppable team. Right, reindeers?”, said Vince and the reindeers started making noise through the communicator.

“Thank you, Thank you, Tha-- What's that?”, said Vince.

“What's what?”, said Maria.

“IT'S A PLANE COMMING THIS WAY!!!!”, yelled Vince.

“MOVE!!!!!”, yelled Maria.

Vince desperately moved out of the way, but his magic snowboard and lower torso collided with the plane.

“Hey did you hear something?”, said the co-pilot.

“I think so...maybe? Like a thud?”, said the main pilot.

“Yeah”, said the co-pilot.

“It's probably a stupid bird flying at the wrong place at the wrong time”, said the flight attendant.

Oh. Both pilots agreed and continued their course.

“Whoaaaaaaaa!!!!!”, Vince yelled falling from the sky.

“VINCE!!!! VINCENT!!!!!!!! ANSWER MEE!!!!”, Maria yelled.

****: Alone on Christmas Eve, I wouldn't mind if I spent it with Max.

*Cellphone ringing* Hello this is Erica.

Oh hey dad...Yep almost done setting up everything at the bakery for tomorrow. I'll be closing soon....Yep. see you soon Dad. Erica ended the call and with a sigh.

Soon Erica heard a loud thud coming from the roof, as she raced to the window and saw a figure landing in a pile of snow.

So, she stepped outside, aiding the person who fell from the shop’s roof, but Erica soon heard a voice coming from the young man’s wrist.

“VINCENT!!!! VINCENT!!!!! I WON'T STOP UNTIL YOU ANSWERED ME!!! YOUR GPS IS STILL ACTIVE, I'LL JUST HAVE TO MOVE TO YOUR DIRECTION!!!”, Maria yelled through the communicator.

“Ugh....What? Where am I? Why I'm in a building?”, said Vince.

“Vince here...But I don't know where I am...NGH!!! I broke my ribs on the left side and my legs are banged up”, said Vince.

“That's it, forget it!!! I'm coming to get you”, said Maria.

“NO!!! GUH!!! Maria... Continue the route to North Dakota....I'll meet you there”, said Vince as he ended the call looking around dazed and confused.

“Just who are you really”, said Erica

“I'm the mail man”, said Vince.

“At this hour....I'm not buying it”, said Erica

“Fine...I'm Santa Claus”, said Vince.

The room is so quiet that you can hear icicles crashing into the snow and floors.

“Look, see,... here's my license”, said Vince.

“Well....That's unexpected”, said Erica.

“Oh you're Erica, right?”, said Vince

“Yes. How did you know?”, said Erica

“I'm Santa Claus that's why....”, said Vince as he hides his wrist accessories.

“Soo...you here to punish me in person”, said Erica.

“Uhh...What?”, said Vince.

“Yeah are you going to strike me down or something”, said Erica

“Look I don't know if you heard me...I'm Santa.. Not a God. Only thing I can do is throw coal at your face, will that help?”, said Vince with his sarcastic words.

“Oh...I see it's that Max guy huh. Look, just be honest with your feelings with him”, said Vince

“It's not that simple, Vince”, said Erica

“Hmmm. I guess so-...How do you know my real name?”, said Vince, who's confused.

Erica trapped her wrist with a sly smile.

“Wha-....(MARIA!!!!!), said Vince

*Sneezes* “was that a cold?", said Maria.

“NGH!! Well I feel crappy, but there's still time”, said Vince.

“Are you able to continue like this”, Erica said in concern.

“No”, said Vince as he snagged cookies and drink milk while taking painkillers.

“Look, Erica. This is a one in a lifetime deal...I need you to help me along the way....Let's see....Yep, GPS says I'm in South Dakota.”, said Vince as he looks a little off.

“I'll help you....but are you sure about this, you look weird”, said Erica.

“Yep. I still have control of my body....Letz Do Diz!!!”, said Vince, walking with a slouch.

“Oh...Boy”, said Erica.

Vince and Erica made haste as they dashed and teleported to make it in time in the South Dakota race to the North. Along the way, Erica had a good time and Vince enjoyed her assistance and company while he was slowly getting drowsy and high.

But little that she know, Vince got one more gift before he goes.

“Wait... this is Max's house”, said Erica

“....I know”, said Vince as the two landed.

“Alright, It's showtime, take a deep breath”, said Vince as he handed the gift to Erica and Chinese Knock-Knock. Vince dove behind the bushes in front of the door and window, listening in...giving Erica a wink and a thumbs up.

The locks are shifting and Erica is nervous. Vince threw a small snow ball giving her the signal to relax.

“Hello,...Oh, Erica how's it going, what are you doing around the streets this time?”, said Max.

“Uhhh....Uhhh...Uh”, said Erica startled.

Vince threw another small snowball.

“I'M FINE...Just....Fine,” said Erica as some of the snow from the snowball falls down her neck.

“Ummm. was that a snowball?”, said Max as he's confused, about to look at the bushes.

“Wait, Wait, Max!! I could explain”, said Erica, frantically talking.

“Explain what? No one's there”, said Max

Erica looked as well and Vince is not there....A little disappointed that Vince is not there, but she understands his schedule. So, Erica slowly inhale and exhale as she begins to speak.

“I....I'll explain why I am here...This gift is for you”, said Erica, as she handed the gift to Max.

“Whoa!!! Thank you, Erica....I was going to wait until later on, but here's your gift as well...Merry Christmas Eri.”, said Max.

“Wow...Thank you Max”, said Erica as she holds her gift tightly to her chest.

“But...That's not the only reason why I'm here....I know we both have to head back to college soon...but I want to tell you that I had.... feelings for you Max... that's more than a friendship.”, said Erica as her face is bright red in embarrassment.

“Oh...I-I didn't know that you feel that way towards me....”, said Max who is surprised.

Wait, Wait, Max!! I could explain”, said Erica, frantically talking.

“Explain what? No one's there”, said Max

Erica looked as well and Vince is not there....A little disappointed that Vis is not there, but she understands his schedule. So, Erica slowly inhale and exhale as she begins to speak.

“I....I'll explain why I am here...This gift is for you”, said Erica, as she handed the gift to Max.

“Whoa!!! Thank you, Erica....I was going to wait until later on, but here's your gift as well...Merry Christmas Eri.”, said Max.

“Wow...Thank you Max”, said Erica as she holds her gift tightly to her chest.

“Oh...I-I didn't know that you feel that way towards me....”, said Max who is surprised.

(Does this means that I got a chance?) said Erica mentally as she's waiting for Max's answer.

“But...I'm already dating someone before the winter break...I'm sorry”, said Max.

Erica’s head hangs down as she tries to pick her head up but, as she looks up, she sees the sadness in Max's body language...But she knows that she can't cry here... so she has to be strong.

Erica lifted her head and looked at Max with tears welling up and said,“ Well, it's your loss and my bad timing...Thank you for the gift”, said Erica as she smiles and turned away.

“Do you want me to walk you home”, said Max.

“No.....It's only down the block....See you at school Max...”,said Erica as she walked away.

As Erica was walking....Erica clinches her gift from Max as she gritted her teeth, holding back her tears...but she couldn't hold it any longer....so her emotion flowed into sadness.

Erica felt so sad that she couldn't feel her feet or the sound of snow as she walked...or...is she walking.

“....Hey...No pouts and crying, I don't like that, it's not cool”, said Vince.

“I-I thought you left to North Dakota”, Erica said in confusion.

As she realized that Vince is carrying her on his magic snowboard.

“I'm not so big on bailing on someone in their time of need....BUT MAN THE LOOK OF DEVASTATION AND DESPAIR ON YOUR FACE!!!”, said Vince, picking on Erica.

“SHUT UP YOU LITTLE BRAT!!”, said Erica as she jabbed Vince's chest.

“OOF!!!!! UGH!! Ok!!, Ok, .....You did well and you hanged tough....waaaaay better than I could”, said Vince, praising Erica's efforts.

“Than-”, said Erica, but Vince interrupts.

“This the last stop”, said Vince.

“This is my home...”,said Erica.

“....Yeah”, said Vince with a slow exhale.

“It's been fun and I enjoyed every moment”, said Erica.

“I feel the same way”, said Vince as he looks at Erica with a smile with eyes showing sadness.

“Hey now...No sadness”, saying Erica, plucking Vince's forehead.

“Right, right...I have two gifts for you”, said Vince as the gift magically appears from his bag saying South Dakota and handed it to Erica.

“Wow...That never gets old”, Erica said with a small chuckle.

“What's the second Gif-”, said Erica, but once again was interrupted by Vince as he kissed her forehead.

“M-Magic? I...My Eyes are getting heavy”, said Erica as her eyes are falling to sleep.

“What you did for yourself...and for me is outstanding and I won't forget that....but don't worry....There's gonna be one lucky guy to have someone like you by their side...but for now sleep....Sleep your worries away...peacefully,“ said Vince as he teleported in Erica's room laying her to rest.

“V...Vin....cent...”, Erica said as she reached out, but soon is fast asleep.

“Alright....I have to meet up with Maria”, said Vince as he dashes in full speed north to North Dakota.

“Hey!!! Maria!!! I arrived in North Dakota, are you in the waypoint? Over”, said Vince, talking to the communicator.

“It's about time!!! I covered ground in North Dakota, just focus on meeting up at the waypoint, we'll still have time to make a historic record time”, said Maria

“On it, heading to the waypoint in full speed!!!”, said Vince

“Be Careful!!!!”, says Maria.

Vince is going full speed on his magic snowboard, dodging buildings and objects, but his injuries are taking it's toll.

“Ugh...NNNNGH!! The Pain!!!.....I gotta keep....Going!!!”, said Vince as he pushes forward.

“Huh...The sky...I see red light and magic tracks....IT'S THEM!!!”, said Vince as he rushed towards the red light.

“Vince....I'm here, where are you?”, said Maria as the reindeers are also showing worry and concern.

“Rudolph!!!!”, Vince shouted with glee.

“Vincent!!!! You've Made It!!!”, said Maria as the reindeers were showing their excitement.

“Man, do I missed you guys as well. I have to thank you Rudolph, your nose is a beacon, bro”, said Vince. as he entered the sleigh.

“You Daredevil, what took you so long?”, said Maria.

“One amazing detour Maria...Amazing Detour..and a potential future Claus. By the way....can you continue driving along the way, I need to rest till we reach the west coast," said Vince as he fainted.

“Potential what?...Ugh. That's fine...You can rest up for now”, said Maria.

The team completed the west coast and returned to the North Pole in record breaking time.

Thus, the annual Santa Ball has begun.

“Hey Vince...No hard feelings or grudges right? It's an accident”, said Benson as he apologizes for the race.

“Oh...No worries man. Here you go though”, said Vince as he handed him a paper.

“What's this?”, said Benson.

“My hospital bill”, said Vince.

“I guess you do hold a grudge”, said Benson

“Hey Vincent, care to dance with me”, said Maria with a beautiful red, Mrs. Claus ball gown.

“Uhh... Su-Sure", said a startled Vince.

Vince and Maria were dancing until the two were under the mistletoe above the entrance of a green bush gate with illuminated lights shined a pathway through the tunnel.

“Well?”, said Maria

Vince looked up and realized what they're both under and said, "Is this a confession".

With a blush on Maria's face, she looks away from Vince until she finally regained eye contact with him....Without a word, she tapped her lips with her index finger.

“You're a very clever girl, Maria”, said Vince as both kissed under the mistletoe.

The sun rises, shining light on Erica's window as she wakes up from her slumber.

“That was a very eventful day, yesterday”, said Erica as she stretches and realized the two gifts from yesterday.

She grabbed the gift that Vince gave her and begin to unwrap it...."A green Santa hat....But why?", said Erica. As she wears the hat, she felt something on top of her head.

"It's a note", said Erica as she begins to read.

"Good Morning Erica, I'm sorry that my first gifts didn't go quite as it planned, but I really appreciate your help with my task and also taking care of me. As your reward I'll give you my hat", Erica paused reading.

"Does that mean....THIS IS A MAGIC HAT!!?", said Erica as she snapped her fingers....."HUH?", said Erica. Nothing happened.

Erica returned to the note and continued where she left off.

"Sorry, but the hat doesn't hold any magic" (Aww, said Erica, disappointed). "It's a reminder of yesterday, use it as proof that Santa is still alive and kicking. We exist in everyone hearts especially for those who believe.

Everyone has the chance to become Santa. With a strong heart and spirit, that person can become a strong candidate and I believe that you have the potential to fit that role Erica. Who knows, maybe you can return my hat to me someday. I have a feeling yesterday is not the last time we'll see each other again.

Later....For now,

- Vincent"

".....Vincent", said Erica as she clutched the note and hold it close to her chest.

There was a knock on Erica's door. "Erica, come down, I've made breakfast and everyone is ready to unwrap their gifts", said the voice behind the door.

"I'm coming mom!!", said Erica as she opened her room door.

( I feel the same way. It’s not the last time we'll see each other. Just you wait, Vincent I'll return this hat to you) mentally, said by Erica.

"Whoa, a green, Santa hat...I like the design. Where did you find it?", said Erica's mom.

Erica smiled and said to her mom, "It's from a friend. I promise to return it to him someday".

The End

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