#someone put a bow on his head and put him under my Christmas Tree

[ljubimaya]

Someone: What do you wanna get for Christmas?

Me:

[joequinnisgod]

(I Just) Died In Your Arms (Part II)

Part I Part II Part III

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x reader (as best friends)

Summary: After that weekend, the group reunites, angst ensues between Joe and you.

Warnings: angst, no smut in this one

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: Soo…it’s been a while since inspiration and I have hung out, but it happened eventually!! :) This is not the final part of our journey, probably part III will be.

Winter soon arrived to London with heavy snow and a low temperature. The sound of the fresh snow crunching under boots followed people's steps everywhere, as the festive lights lead the way alongside with the street lamps in the darkening late afternoon hours.

You were on your way to Jamie and Jess's house to have an early Christmas celebration with the others. As a few of you are going to be out of town for the holidays, the friend group figured you could have an early celebration and play the game of Secret Santa. On a night out you wrote your names on small pieces of paper, put it in a baseball hat and everyone picked one. Praying you wouldn't grab that name, you were quite relieved when you saw 'Jess' written in black ink.

"Hey, come in." Jamie opened the door with a wide smile on his face.

"Hi. This is for the hosts." You held up a bottle of wine with a red bow in it.

"You didn't have to. Thank you." He gestured to the wine.

He helped you take your coat off and after removing your shoes as well, you walked to the living room where the others were already deep in conversation.

"Hey." You placed the present under the tree. "What'd I miss?"

"Nothing, don't worry." Maya smiled as you sat beside her on the couch. Your eye scanned the room, but stilled on something.

On someone.

He already had his eyes on you, but looked away when your stares met. You hadn't seen Joe for the past two months.

In practice, avoiding him was actually easier than you'd thought. Majority of the group got busy with work, – including yourself – so the group chat hadn't been the liveliest. Since that weekend the group had hung out maybe three or four times, most of those occasions declined by you, expect for one; when he declined before you had the chance to.

Theoretically though, it was way harder. He wandered through your mind multiple times every day – the longest time you spent without having him on your mind wasn't more that just a couple hours. At this point he was living in your head. Sometimes, when you thought about it too much, it felt torturous, but a part of you had convinced yourself that you deserved it for rejecting him.

"Everyone's here now, so..how about we open gifts?" Jamie suggested as he walked back into the living room.

Everyone picked up the box that had the little paper with their name on it and sat back down. Wrapping paper was all over the floor in no second as everybody was curious to see what it was hiding. When you took your box in your hands, you noticed the small tag hanging from it saying 'From: Jess'.

"What's the chance? I'm also your Secret San..." You look up at Jess, only to see a different box in her hands from the one you brought. Your eyes scanned the room for the box wrapped in the red Santa hats covered paper. When your gaze caught it, you realised, the pattern of the little hats was being torn – slowly and hesitantly – by hands a little too familiar.

His hands.

Joseph had your gift.

The box with black, fluffy handcuffs and a blindfold in it was in Joe's hands.

By the time you realised what was happening in front of your eyes, it was too late. His head shot up, the confused stare of wide, rounded eyes burning into yours as he saw what was inside the box. The shade of your face started to grow the same as the colour of the santa hats.

"Hm?" Jess looked up as she heard your voice. She saw the uneasy look on your face and followed your eyes.

"That's supposed to be Jess' gift, I'm her Secret Santa, not yours!" You tried to stay as calm as possible.

"It says my name on it." He held up the paper.

"No, it says Jess!"

"No, I got Jess." You heard Maya's voice.

"It literally says 'Joe' on it!" Joseph handed you the small note that quickly became your enemy in a few seconds; it was responsible for this awkward situation.

"That's Jess." You murmured as arguing seemed easier, rather than to just accept the fact that you had actually been Joe's secret Santa all along.

"It says Joe, that's an 'o' and an 'e' at the end!" He followed the line of the pen on the paper, drawing the letters with his finger, growing more and more annoyed with the situation.

"Since when do you have such a messy handwriting? Couldn't you just write 'Joseph'?!" You sighed.

"It's not my fault you can't read three fucking letters!" He stood from the couch.

"Woah, it's okay, calm down." Jamie said as everyone else was too stunned to speak. "You misread his name, it's no big deal. Don't loose your mind over it...Nice gift, by the way." He wiggled his eyebrows with a small laugh, trying to ease the thick tension hanging in the air.

"It's..fuck...I was sure it said 'Jess'."

"Maybe you just wanted it to have 'Jess' on it." He scoffed with annoyance written all over his face.

"What is your problem?" You snapped at his attitude.

"What's my problem? What's yours?!"

"Okay, enough! Go outside and talk it out or stop it. It was supposed to be just a nice gesture, don't take it so bloody seriously for fuck's sake."

You and Joseph just eyed each other for a couple seconds, before he grabbed his pack of cigarettes and lighter from the coffee table and stormed outside, leaving you with prying looks as everyone sat in silence, not daring to move.

"I'll talk to him." Jamie walked to the front door, grabbing his own and Joseph's coat before heading outside, following him.

"What was that?" He stood next to him and held the coat open for Joseph.

"Nothing."

"Well it was quite a big scene for nothing." He humphed. "Seriously, what's the matter? You've been weird ever since she got here."

"I'm just tired."

"Don't bullshit me. What is it? You like her, so why'd you snap at her like that?" Jamie examined his face, only guessing what could have been causing so much tension.

"We, uh...we slept together." Muttered Joseph barely audibly as he sighed, his thumb and ring finger pinching the bridge of his nose as he held the cigarette between his pointing and middle finger.

"No shit." Said Jamie, unsurprised.

"What? How do you know?"

"Oh, c'mon. Even the blind can see something happened between you two."

"Do you think the others know?"

"I have no idea. I didn't say anything to anyone, so...when did it happen?"

"Uh, remember the weekend we spent at that house?"

"You two did it while Jess and I were on the other side of the wall? Seriously?"

"Well, not exactly.."

"My goodness..where?"

"The kitchen.." Mumbled Joe.

"You're kidding, right? In the kitchen? Where we had fucking breakfast?" He chuckled in disbelief, but his face dropped when he realised. "That's why you were there when I went downstairs!"

"Well, kind of..yeah."

"And what happened then? What went wrong?"

"Well..the following day we talked about it. I asked if there could ever be more between us." He stopped and sighed.

"And she..?"

"Said we should just forget it." He said as he ashed the cigarette, remembering how much those words stung when he heard them fall from your lips. Jamie hissed in empathy, only imagining how his best friend must have felt.

"Have you talked ever since that?"

"Yeah, a few minutes ago." He huffed.

They stood in silence, just listening to the busy streets of London as the cold winter air started to creep under their clothes – almost like it was trying to get under their skin, all the way to their bones.

"Let's go back inside. I'm fucking freezing."

"What do I do? I can't just go back in and act like nothing happened."

"You're going to apologise for snapping at her like that and tell them that you're just tired."

The atmosphere shifted from awkward to painfully awkward when Joe and Jamie came back inside, everyone staying silent, unsure about what to say, or do.

"Sorry for snapping at you like that. I'm just really tired." He glanced at your for a second before sitting down across from you, rather avoiding eye contact.

"It's okay." A quiet sigh escaped from you. "I'm sorry for misreading the paper."

" 'S okay." He muttered.

"Tired, eh? You had a long night?" Keery looked at Joe with a grin on his face.

The previous night some of the boys payed a visit to the group's favourite pub. Joseph sent a text to the group chat last minute, in the late evening. He just had a shit day and wanted to blow some steam off before spending a whole day around you with the endless tension. He did chat with a blondie but he found her to be rather tiring with all the talking; chitchatting with her was the last thing on his mind. He ended up leaving the pub alone, with a failed mission.

"What? No, nothing like that." Joe shook his head, not really feeling like having a conversation of that type.

"What happened to that blondie?"

"Nothing happened. It's a long story."

"You kidding me? She was all over you!"

"Whatever." Joe tried cutting the conversation short.

A nasty feeling creeped up on you suddenly by the thought of Joe flirting with other girls and even taking them home possibly. Jealousy flashed its green eyes at you, leaving you frustrated due to not really being able to do anything about it.

Two months have passed since that weekend, during which you were able to think things through. You started reminiscing about your friendship and how you always got along so well with him. Before Jason came along, you actually almost thought you had started liking Joseph, but the thought of possibly ruining your friendship scared you. But now here you were, and the more time passed without seeing him or talking to him, the more you missed him. And now that he was here in front of you, you wanted nothing more than to apologise to him. All evening you looked for moments to get him alone, unsuccessfully. During dinner he sat the furthest away from you, he avoided any interaction with you, which left you somewhat confused and hurt. It might've been cruel to decline him on that weekend, but did it really hurt him so bad?

Everything became suffocating and frustrating all of the sudden and you needed a minute alone.

"I'll be right back." You got up and walked out of the living room, to the bathroom at the end of the hallway. After closing the door behind you, you were met with your reflection in the mirror, which looked different than when you left your home. It was care-worn and anxious now, your thoughts written on your face. You were surprised nobody pointed it out. Deciding to take your mind off the topic for the rest of the night, you took a deep breath.

Upon exiting the bathroom you saw Joseph putting on his shoes and taking his coat from the rack.

"You're leaving already?" Your voice startled him.

"Uh..yeah. I have to..good night."

"Good night." You said hesitantly.

He stilled and looked at you before he walked out and the front door closed behind him with a soft click. Your mind didn't even have time to process what you were doing, and before you knew it, you already had your shoes on, reaching for the doorknob, following Joseph.

"Joe!" You saw him standing in the snow, mid-conversation, facing in the direction of the corner of the front porch, where Jamie stood, smoking. Joe's eyes examined you as you were looking at Jamie.

Your common sense caught up to you, immediately starting to curse at you for going after him.

All three of you stood in silence for a few seconds, just waiting for something to happen. Jamie ended up moving first. He put out his cigarette and walked to the front door, nodded at Joe encouragingly and went inside. Your eyes rested on the freshly fallen snow covering everything, before eventually looking at Joe who stared at you with a surprised, awaiting expression.

"I'm sorry." You barely recognised your voice, it sounded so unsure as all the courage had left you, the sudden rush of adrenaline dying down, letting the freezing temperature slowly get to you.

"You just misread my name, I'll live." He shrugged his shoulders, a tad uncomfortable in the situation.

"No, not that. I'm sorry for saying that we should just forget what happened..between us."

He didn't say anything, just nodded, unamused – not exactly the reaction you expected, so you continued. "This wasn't how it was supposed to go. I really didn't regret it, but it still feels somewhat wrong. I didn't intend to make you feel used…you weren't a rebound."

"Then what was I?" He asked, clearly hurt.

"I don't know, but definitely not just a rebound. Listen, I'm not ready for any sort of romantic commitment yet." It got quiet for a few moments before you carried on, with a voice barely above a whisper. "I miss you. I miss us being best friends."

"And what do you want me to say to that?" He huffed.

"I don't know." You said quietly, completely regretting coming after him now.

"Is there anything you know?" Mockery and disbelief was dripping from his tone, making you feel small, and more embarrassed and frustrated than ever.

"You know what I know? I know that I fucked up and I hurt you, but after two months of avoiding each other I'm standing here, apologising. I said sorry, sincerely, and I also know that in this very moment you're being a jackass!"

"Me, a jackass?!" His eyebrows almost met his hairline in disbelief.

"Yeah, because I'm saying sorry and feeling bad for hurting you and you can't accept my fucking apology! What else could I say to make you believe I truly am sorry?! I never thought you'd get so caught up in this."

"Of course I'm gonna get caught up in this! Just when I finally feel like I might have a chance with you, you reject me!"

"What's that even supposed to mean?"

"It means that I've liked you for fucking ages, for fuck's sake! And I understand that you were confused and the last thing I wanted to do was forcing myself upon you, but you also have to understand that this isn't easy for me! I tried getting over you, but I see you in every woman I talk to!"

You were stunned, to say the least. Silence settled between you – the kind that makes you feel like you're walking on very thin ice.

"You liked me?"

"Of course I did!" He threw his arms in the air in disbelief. "I do."

"Since when? And why didn't you say anything?!"

"For about a year now. And I was gonna tell you.."

"When?"

"When you introduced fucking Jason to us! I was going to make a move on you that night."

You truly didn't know what to say or do at this point. Your thoughts were racing as the eye contact never broke between you two.

"So what now?"

"What now?" He reciprocated your question. "You're flying home for Christmas, I guess?"

"I am." You nodded.

"When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow, in the early afternoon. I'm coming back on the 28th."

At that moment it felt like everything that had to be, was said. You just stood there, your eyes wandering from each other to the landscape. You both waited for the other to say something, neither of you truly wanting to say goodbye yet.

"I um..I have to wake up early tomorrow." His voice sounded eventually. "So..take care. And get inside, it's freezing."

"Take care."

"Good night."

You said goodbye to him before he got into his car. Your eyes followed the taillights of his car with an upset, distressed gaze. You were truly hoping this tension filled situation would come to an end finally. With a heavy heart you walked back inside, only now noticing the cruelly low temperature outside.

You didn't sleep so much throughout the night. His words kept you awake as you replayed them in your head on an endless loop. The more you remembered him saying he liked you, the more it warmed your heart and made you feel excited. Regret and shame filled every part of your body for doing all of this to him, for creating such a mess – even though you never intended to.

As you were packing your suitcases in the early morning, you were secretly hoping – not even admitting it to yourself – that Joe would show up. The sound of your doorbell – which you usually absolutely despised as it always stressed you out when hearing it – was all you wanted to hear. It would've been the sweetest sound at that very moment.

Actually, you were sure at this point you had forgotten to pack something, but you couldn’t be bothered to care – you just couldn't stop thinking about him for not even a second. Not when you were packing, not in the back of the cab on your way to the airport, but most certainly not at the airport, where all you could see were couples. Suddenly you were the only single person left on the planet, it felt like. It was like a twisted game karma was playing with you, with a nasty grin on its face. Seeing lovers telling their goodbyes while hugging and kissing, squeezing in a laugh or two between their falling tears felt sickening all of the sudden.

When you heard the announcement from the speakers saying that your flight was boarding, you just wanted to cry.

Maybe this was the moment he is going to show up?

Running through the airport, chasing after you to tell you he'll forgive you, and ask you that question again?

But soon you had to get back to reality and realise this wasn't Love Actually and Joe wasn't the older version of Sam, just like you weren't the older version of Joanna.

You sat in your seat on the plane, just blankly staring at your phone's darkened screen, waiting for it to light up with his name written across it. You glanced up occasionally, watching people claiming their seats.

Couples everywhere again.

They just can't seem run out for Christ's sake, now can they?

You waited until the last second, before turning your phone off, accepting the silence.

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This Christmas

This Christmas

Summary

Crowley, awakening from a nap to the sound of Aziraphale and Muriel preparing the Christmas decorations, realized that this Christmas was going to be different from all the others. For the best.

Notes

Thank you Hope for your donation to Alzheimer's Research UK in exchange for this story. 

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Rating G -  850 words

Of all the memories Crowley had, there was no particular Christmas he could recall. There were the ones he'd spent with Aziraphale, but what he remembered was the moment he had to leave the warmth of the bookshop and go home alone to his cold apartment.

But not this time. 

This Christmas was different.

He'd fallen asleep on the sofa, but without opening his eyes, he knew that everything would be new.

He could hear Aziraphale and Muriel unpacking the Christmas decorations, whispering so as not to wake him. Aziraphale was delighted to have found someone with whom he could share his enthusiasm for the holidays.

This Christmas was different.

Crowley wouldn't have to leave when it was over.

He would watch as Aziraphale and Muriel opened their gifts. 

The floor would be littered with crumpled papers and decorative bows.

The smell of cinnamon hot chocolate would waft through the air. 

Maybe he would show the two angels a new romantic Christmas comedy he had discovered.

Aziraphale would boast about a probable rare edition of a Christmas tale whose scenario was more likely than Crowley's movie.

Muriel would laugh at them.

The demon couldn't help but smile at the thought.

"Crowley, maybe you should open your eyes sometime today. I know a jolly elf who'd love to decorate the tree." 

Eyes closed and lost in thought, Crowley hadn't noticed Aziraphale approaching. 

He leaned into the hand that was buried in his hair as Muriel protested, "Aziraphale, I heard you! You're even more impatient than I am! You even said Crowley should wake up so we could decorate the tree with him."

Crowley couldn't help but chuckle as Aziraphale turned with an offended look to the other angel who had just outed him.

Yes, this Christmas was going to be different because he was home, because Aziraphale was there, because Muriel was there, because they formed this strange but no less real family.

He didn't open his eyes and murmured, "Usually the prince wakes the princess with a kiss.... "

Aziraphale chuckled softly and leaned over Crowley to kiss him gently.

A flash of light made them pull apart and they turned their heads to Muriel, who was holding their phone and smiling innocently as they said, "What? I'm putting together my Christmas photo album and I have to start somewhere. An angel and a demon kissing under a sprig of mistletoe... it's perfect."

They looked up and saw that there was indeed a small branch of mistletoe floating in the air. The angel and the demon looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Aziraphale straightened up and turned to Muriel, saying softly, " We're going to have to get you a Christmas elf hat, because you fit the role perfectly."

Muriel winked at the angel, and a little red and green hat with a big white pompom appeared on their black curls.

Aziraphale laughed again, joined by the other angel, while Crowley stood there watching them as a warm sensation ran through his body, filling him with emotion.

Aziraphale had noticed this and approached him before placing his hand on the demon's cheek and saying quietly, "So, shall we decorate the tree?"

Muriel watched them approach and asked, almost shyly, "May I put the star on the tree?"

Crowley raised an eyebrow and asked, "Does that mean I have to carry you?"

Muriel giggled and replied, "Why carry me...when I can perform a miracle?"

Aziraphale interjected, looking almost offended as he said, "No, no magic, it's either the stepladder or Crowley."

Crowley and Muriel chuckled, then the demon reached out to Muriel and said in an amused tone, "Come on, little elf, climb on!"

Aziraphale handed the star to Muriel, then Crowley gave them a leg up before letting them sit on his shoulder. They were about to place the star on the tree when Aziraphale exclaimed, "Muriel, wait! Tradition dictates that when you place the star on the tree, you must make a wish."

Muriel remained silent for a few moments, then Crowley, seeing that they weren't moving, looked up at the angel and saw their eyes were shining with tears. 

He asked them gently, "Hey, little bee, what's wrong?"

Muriel, whose voice was slightly hoarse with emotion, replied, "On the contrary, everything is fine, so what can I wish for when I have everything I could possibly want?"

Crowley and Aziraphale looked at each other, both emotional now.

Aziraphale approached the side of Crowley's shoulder where Muriel was sitting and put his arm around them, squeezing the demon's shoulder and saying softly, looking at Muriel, "So let's make a wish that it lasts forever."

Muriel nodded and placed the star on the tree.

Crowley looked at their happy expression, then looked at Aziraphale and saw that he was looking at him, the same expression on his face.

The angel silently mouthed, "I love you."

As he responded in kind, Crowley knew he probably had the same happy expression on his face as the two angels. 

Yes, this Christmas and all the ones to follow would really be different.

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In Our Favor

Part 365

McCoy

McCoy laughed at the indignation on his husband’s face. He had been planning and waiting to get Scotty back and it was worth it. He ducked as Scotty threw a snowball back at him. He grabbed more snow and threw another one himself. He laughed again as Scotty ducked and rolled to the side to avoid it.

“Self defense class paying off huh?” he called as he scooted behind some tree branches for cover.

“Suppose so,” Scotty chuckled back.

A snowball hit the branches in front of McCoy, broke apart and dusted him with snow.

“Hey!” he exclaimed and peeked out to throw another. “Where’d you go?” McCoy peered into the trees on either side of the trail but could not see his husband.

He nearly screamed as Scotty jumped on his back from behind and got a handful of snow in his face.

“Hey!” he yelled as he wiped snow away and whirled around as Scotty let go. Before he could get any further, Scotty had moved back in close and McCoy found a hot mouth against his. Quickly the rest of his snow frosted face warmed.

“Ye screamed like a girl Len,” Scotty chuckled when they broke apart.

“I did not!”

“Aye, ye did.”

“I didn’t! And so what if I did? There’s nothing wrong with screaming when someone you love sabotages you.” McCoy’s lips stuck out in a pout. Scotty chuckled again and kissed him.

“Aye, and ye didn’t sabotage me first, of course not.” Scotty nodded solemnly, but his eyes gave him away.

McCoy’s mouth twitched as he tried to keep from smiling.

“I totally got you though,” he said at last, his own eyes twinkling.

“Ye did, but never again. Now I know your tricks,” Scotty grinned.

“Let’s head in,” McCoy suggested, taking Scotty’s hand. “We can go curl up in the library with some cocoa and cookies and a book.”

“Sounds perfect,” Scotty agreed.

“I can’t believe tomorrow is Christmas.” McCoy added a log to the fire in the library and went back to the couch.

“I ken,” Scotty nodded. He lifted an arm and pulled McCoy close. “Hope ye’re ready for presents.”

“Only if you are,” McCoy replied, getting comfortable at Scotty’s side. “I’ll read.” He put his hand out for the book.

“Are we going back to the palace after tomorrow?”

“Father is and Dr. Boyce. We can stay here for another day or two if we want. Or go back.” McCoy shrugged.

“That’d be nice, but I do still want to spend time with everyone.”

McCoy nodded. “We won’t get to see them often enough in the future. Well, we’ll see what everyone else is going to do and then we can decide.” He opened the book. “Chapter ten…”

Part 366

Robbie

In the evening – Christmas Eve – everyone sat together in one of the large living rooms. There were cookies, cocoa and a huge, beautifully decorated Christmas tree. Everyone sang Christmas carols from Earth and Georgiares and told each other a few stories about Christmases past.

When Robbie and Leah eventually fell into their cozy bed together that evening, they were still filled with joy and warmth.

"I can't believe that it really is Christmas in the morning." Leah smiled and held out her left arm so she could look at her hand and ring finger. "My first Christmas as Robert Scott's fiancée."

Robbie had to smile, too.

"Aye. And it's definitely going to be wonderful."

Leah let her arm fall back to her chest and then rolled onto her side to look at Robbie.

"It will be. I couldn't think of a better Christmas present than having you by my side."

A grin crossed Robbie's face.

"Do ye want me to tie a bow around my neck so ye can unwrap me?"

Leah had to grin too and she slipped her hand under Robbie's shirt, running her fingers along his chest.

"Hmm, that sounds," she interrupted herself to give her sweetheart a kiss, "like a very good idea. But with such a great present, I can't wait until tomorrow to unwrap it."

Slowly, Leah began to remove Robbie's shirt and it wasn't long before their bodies became one.

When Robbie woke up early the next morning, his eyes immediately fell on Leah's peaceful face. His fiancée was fast asleep and the young Scotsman tentatively brushed a strand of brown hair from her beautiful face.

Leah was simply gorgeous. Her flawless skin, her shapely cheekbones, her soft lips – Robbie let his fingers glide from spot to spot and sighed contentedly.

His eyes fell on the engagement ring and he thought back to his original plan for the proposal. It had been a good plan, but as always, life had gotten in the way. But... that didn't mean Robbie couldn't still put his plan into action, did it?

Carefully, so as not to wake Leah, the Scotsman pulled the ring off his princess's finger and then stood up as silently as possible and crept over to Leah's side of the bed.

He knew. He knew Leah would wake up at any moment. It was the time she usually woke up most of the week and there was no getting that rhythm out of her body.

And he was right.

When Leah stretched and turned onto her back, Robbie was already in position.

He knelt on one knee next to the bed, the ring in his hand. There was a smile on his lips.

"Good morning, mo chridhe."

Leah blinked in surprise and it wasn't long before she sat upright in bed, smiling.

"Good morning."

Robbie couldn't help but chuckle as he stuck the ring out a little.

"I... I just have to do it right again. The way I planned it."

Leah nodded, but said nothing.

"Leah McCoy, Princess of Georgiares II, love of my life. Will... ye marry me?"

A few tears sparkled in Leah's eyes and she quickly leaned over to embrace Robbie.

"Of course I will. There's nothing I want more than that."

Robbie had to fight back the tears too, and as he slipped the ring on Leah's finger, he knew they would make it. Together.

"Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, sweetheart."

Their eyes — and lips – met and they shared an intimate kiss. When Leah finally pulled her head back, she grinned widely.

"So... where's that bow you promised me?"

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Christmas Fics 2023 (Part 9):

Anything by MissiAmphetamine (Kaleidoscope) - T, one-shot - Just a fluffy little one-shot written while recovering from Christmas lunch, based on an accidental prompt by Pidanka, 'Anything'. Draco Malfoy, Auror, is assigned an unwanted partner; Hermione Granger, formerly working in the Artefacts and Evidence Department.

mercy in the snow by hauntedopal - M, one-shot - A work trip on Christmas Eve goes awry. “This is all your fault,” Hermione hissed. “You’re quite right, Granger,” drawled Malfoy. “It is my fault we found this pathetic excuse of a cabin to shelter in during this snowstorm. How horrible of me.”

A Christmas Confession by vellichorwrites - E, one-shot - “Gran—Hermione.” Her name sounds like a vow on his tongue. Sweet and earnest and desperate. Christmassy Dramione.

(And at Christmas you tell the truth) by Sienna_Black - E, one-shot -Muggle AU where Draco and Hermione meet as teens, fall in secret love at first sight, but are both convinced they have been ‘Friendzoned’ by the other. It all comes to a head when a handsome sports star enters their lives four days before Christmas.

EVERGREEN by fleurdejasmine - T, WIP - Instead of going to Azkaban, Draco Malfoy is sentenced to manual labor. Banned from using magic, he takes odd jobs to meet the requirements of his punishment. Like a muggle. The last place he expects to work is at Hagrid’s Christmas tree farm. He’s humiliated, exhausted, and bitter at the world. Hermione Granger’s frequent visits aren’t helping, either.

Cheap Wine by Lia_Redrose - M, one-shot - Draco and Hermione Malfoy have been married for some time now. They have to attend a gala for Christmas. Surprises await :)

Ashes & Soot (The Santa Clause au) by undercoverdrxco - T, one-shot - “I’m Draco Malfoy. Not Santa Clause.” He insisted while shaking his head, looking back up to her face. She didn't falter at all, her consistent smile began to irk Draco entirely. “Obviously.” “Old Santa is gone and someone must step up. You were obviously chosen, Draco Malfoy.” Trixie told him with a sparkle of magic in her eye. Draco swallowed a laugh that would have been loud and in her face as she continued, “Please, put on the suit.” - Or the one where Draco Malfoy becomes Santa Clause

Mind The Gap by SunflowersXx - G, one-shot - How on earth did Hermione Granger end up in the same tube as Draco bloody Malfoy, two weeks before Christmas? In which Hermione runs into Draco on the tube and they spend the next two weeks crossing paths on their morning commute and it all feels just a little like their knitted strings were meant to tie into a neat little Christmas bow.

Life Changing Mistletoe by MidnightPhilosopher - T, one-shot - Draco stumbles upon Hermione out in the garden during the Yule Ball. They get caught under an enchanted mistletoe. Draco tried to convince her that a kiss would be the fastest way out of the situation. It also puts them in a whole different sort of situation. Last fluffy day of Tumblr 12 Days of Christmas

A Perfectly Normal Christmas by Kayka - T, one-shot - Hermione should have realized Christmas was doomed when the mistletoe spontaneously caught fire. This was all somehow Draco Malfoy's fault, and now she can't seem to stop running into him everywhere.

The Malfoy Clause by d_read64 (76ducky64) - E, 7 chapters - Draco knew that, upon his father’s death, he would have to take over the Malfoy Estate. What he did not know, however, is that included in his newfound responsibilities is becoming the pinnacle of a muggle holiday once a year. Or: Draco discovers he must become Santa Claus to save the Malfoy Magic all while navigating his enormous crush on his holiday-loving friend, Hermione Granger. Inspired by The Santa Clause!

Darry Christmas by Starlight934 - G, one-shot - Draco Malfoy spends his first Christmas at the Burrow. He is nervous but he has Harry at his side and nothing could make him happier. Come with them and the Weasley family to enjoy a Darry Christmas

[questionableratatouille00]

𝕌𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕣𝕖𝕖

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Reader

Summary: Teaching a Norse God about your Christmas traditions did not sound like something you expected to be doing. But when his enthusiasm sparks happiness in your fellow Avengers, you can’t say you regret it.

Warnings: kissing? Christmas. That’s really it, I’m pretty sure.

“I’m sure Steve already explained the basics of Christmas to you and Loki?” You guessed, walking down the halls of the Compound with the Asgardian prince himself.

“You are correct to assume such. He and the man of spiders explained your Midgardian traditions to me. I find it quite enjoyable!” His booming voice proved his excitement.

“Well, that’s what we’re decorating for.” You grinned, shifting the way you were holding the large cardboard box. “You haven’t been on Earth for Christmas yet, have you?”

“Indeed not.” He replied, carrying the huge Christmas tree box as if he was carrying an empty paper bag. His strength was still amazing to you, even though you’d known him for over two years at this point.

“Okay. Well, basically, all of us celebrate here in the Compound. Most of us don’t have anywhere else to go, but anyone who has a family—like Clint and Sam—can bring their family up here for the Holidays. It’s fun. We have dinner together, we decorate, and we do all the other holiday traditions together.” You summarize.

“Decorating is what we are doing now?” He questioned. You nodding, grinning. “This is Wanda’s favorite part. And maybe mine too, but I really like it all.”

Thor nodded along as you reached the living room. The plan was to have two Christmas trees in the living room; one on each side of the TV. Sam, Wanda, Bucky, Steve, and Nat were already setting up the tree on the left of the TV.

“You can set the box down right there.” You pointed to a space near one of the three large couches.

He did, setting it down and watching as you began to open it.

You listened to Bucky and Sam argue over ornaments, laughing quietly to yourself.

You guided Thor on how to attach the three parts of the tree together. He picked it up quickly, and you were slightly surprised at how easily it came to him. He picked out the prettiest ornaments, placing them on the higher part of the tree. It was helpful, considering you couldn’t reach that part of said tree.

“I don’t know why Tony chose 9’0 trees,” you handed Thor the star that was meant to go on the top of the tree.

“For style!” Bucky grunted, and you looked over in the direction of the strained voice.

Sam was sitting on Bucky’s shoulders, stretching up to tie a bow on top of the tree.

“You guys know we have a ladder, right..?” You blinked. Wanda shook her head at you; Nat made a swift ‘don’t worry about it’ gesture.

You chuckled at the two idiots, watching them bicker with each other. You turned your gaze to Steve, finding him to be staring at the two of them like a disappointed father.

“Jesus Christ.” You murmured.

“That would be the wrong God,” Thor teased. You laughed a little, shaking your head. “You know what I meant.”

You continued putting up decorations, and his excitement was contagious.

It was when he kissed you that you were shocked.

“Wh-what was that for?” You stared up at the God.

“Your tradition. I saw a green plant.” He pointed to Pepper’s fake succulent she forced Tony to keep in the Compound’s kitchen, which you were currently decorating in.

“What?” You stared at him, utterly confused.

“The green plants. And kissing a beautiful person.”

You felt your cheeks get hot at that. “I—thank you? But..that’s not it. It’s mistletoe. You hang it from somewhere, and then if you and someone else stand under it at the same time, you have to kiss.”

“I think I like my version better,” he murmured, placing his finger under your chin, leaning in slightly. “May I?” His voice was deep, rugged. And so fucking hot.

You nodded, and then he kissed you. Maybe you liked his tradition better, too.

A/n: sorry for the recurring theme of mistletoe, I swear the next few days will be more original.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

tomorrows hint:

Oh-ho, the mistletoe Is hung where you can see Somebody waits for you Kiss her once for me

[scribeoffate]

Oh, oh, could I ask for First family Christmas, so it's the first time Isaac spends xmas with Brett (and Satomi and Lori and the rest?) pls

Isaac grips the handle of his bag. It's filled with packages wrapped in glittering red and green paper.

"You're gonna have a great time," Scott reassures him as he drives the jeep off the road onto a train in the Preserve you wouldn't notice if you didn't already know it was there.

Strains of Silver Bells play on the radio, and Isaac hums along. It's been years since he's been invited to a family Christmas.

Memories of the last time his family had been intact for the holidays flit through his head as the jeep rumbles along the path. Scott sings off tune to the song on the radio and Isaac thinks about Camden belting "Jinge Bells, Isaac Smells" at the top of his lungs while his mom told him to stop.

His dad had been distant, but loving then and hadn't protested when Isaac climbed into his lap. Camden had thrust a present at him, a kind of apology. A first edition Batman comic.

Scott pulls in front of Satomi's house and grabs his own bag of gifts from the back of the jeep.

Brett waves at him from the sprawling porch covered in mismatched furniture. Some of it even looks like it might be meant for outdoors. He catches a glimpse of Lori from the window and her friend Tierney.

He's nervous as he and Scott step inside.

Scott hands Satomi the bag of gifts with a little bow and she smiles fondly.

"Thank you, Scott. And for bringing Isaac." She hands him yet another bag of gifts. "For the children at the hospital."

Scott grins. "Thank you." And he pulls Satomi into a hug. She blushes and laughs and tells Scott that he's going to give an old woman a heart attack.

Isaac stands awkwardly, watching until Brett finds him and steers him to a towering Christmas tree, beside a menorah and Buddhist shrine.

"One of the smaller kids asked about Hanukkah this year," Brett says with a shrug, "Satomi's response was to teach him about it. If a small bundle of energy starts babbling to you about Maccabees just smile and nod."

Isaac swallows and sets his bag under the tree.

Brett grabs his hand with a small smile as soon as it's free. It's warm, and Isaac doesn't want to let go, even to hang up his coat and hat, and scarf.

Brett kisses him once in what he calls the coat room.

Jiang catches them and pats Brett on the shoulder. "Congratulations. You finally found someone to put up with your bullshit."

Isaac opens his mouth to defend Brett's honor, but Brett just smiles and punches Jiang back. "C'mon we don't want to miss dinner."

Dinner is a plethora of dishes from around the world. Brett helps Isaac with his chopsticks, and some of the smaller kids groan, moan and make kissy noises at them.

Satomi smiles, and Isaac feels warm in a way he hasn't at Christmas in years.

Satomi's pack is full and vibrant, and after dinner, the kids are allowed to open gifts first. The five small ones babble excitedly about the dreidels they all get from a young boy who looks so proud of himself.

There are thoughtful presents and gift cards, and Brett smirks when Lori opens a lump of coal. She sticks her tongue out at him, and he laughs when his gift from her is a different lump of coal.

Isaac watches his face, the way the tree lights glow against his skin. He barely notices when Brett places a package in his hands.

Isaac's heart flutters as he peels away the paper to reveal a soft, silk scarf. It's a deep maroon with the letters "IL and BT" awkwardly embroidered on each end. The stitches are shaky and off-center, and Isaac feels like he must be glowing.

"This is... it's too much," he murmurs.

Brett shrugs. "Satomi said it would help me with my anger. It did help."

Isaac hands Brett his gift, a little lacrosse keychain. It's not nearly as thoughtful.

Brett seems to love it anyways. He clips it to his keyring as Isaac wraps the scarf around his neck.

He cuddles close to Brett and leans his head on his shoulder as the pack continues to open gifts, laugh, and joke. He feels soft and warm and tingly.

He feels happy.

Satomi winks at him before pulling one of the children onto her lap along with the book he'd just unwrapped.

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[bitletsanddrabbles]

Fic: A Perfectly Normal Chrismas

This is about the only instance ever in which I will use name mashing, because it is 100% applicable.

Back during the pandemic @tuesdayintheservantshall wanted an Introvert Thomas/Extrovert Chris Modern AU piece. My retail frazzled essential worker brain latched onto the chance for therapy was happy to oblige. I did another for Valentine's.

I always wanted to do one for Christmas, to sort of round out the set, but there didn't feel like there was enough progression from there to V-Day, and then if I waited until the next Christmas the pandemic would be over.

..."over"...

It's been eating at me, though, so I finally decided you know what? Why not? Let's get the boys out of the pandemic zone and into the annual jab zone!

And so I wrote this. Once again making Thomas suffer my personal brand of low-key, non-combat PTSD.

Merry Chrismas, everyone.

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Thomas pulled into his parking spot, applied the break, killed the engine, and pulled out his phone. I’m home. Turn off the Christmas music. With the pandemic over, or as over as it ever would be, people were shopping again. While it might have been a bit slower than years past, and definitely slow enough that retailers where bemoaning the lack of sales, it was definitely closer to the normal hustle and bustle than the previous year had been, which meant Thomas wanted to shoot something. Maybe a customer. Maybe himself. Maybe just the display radios in the electronics department which someone insisted on having blare All Christmas Music All The Time. He’d lose his job for destroying merchandise, he was certain, but it would be worth it.

Of course, given that he didn’t hunt or stalk at all, he didn’t own a gun, but that was a minor detail.

Chris, being free from the curse of retail, didn’t have to put up with it. Given that his company was still allowing their employees to work from home three out of five days a week (although now it was from fear of a strike rather than fear of COVID) , he took the opportunity to listen to Christmas music whenever he was at home, which meant Thomas had to warn him before he got to the flat if he didn’t want to have his ears gouged out.

It’s safe!

With a sigh, Thomas opened the door and climbed out of the car. At least he no longer felt the need to have a smoke before going into the flat. Then again, it was Christmas Eve and Chris had worked from home. Perhaps it would have been wise to have a bracing fag before he went up. He paused half way up the stairs, considering, then shook his head and kept going. If he stopped now, Chris would just worry.

He reached the door and eyed it, pondering for a moment. On a whim, he tried to doorknob. He was not exactly shocked to find it unlocked. He pushed it open and carefully stepped inside.

The Christmas lights had gone up the first week of December. The tree was artificial, much to Chris’s dismay, but there was no way to find a real one small enough for the flat. That was actually a good thing, in the end, because it had gone up the second week and had been steadily gaining decorations ever since. Thomas had even gotten to add a few. The lights around the flat - mostly across the tops of the doors and along the larger pieces of furniture, like the entertainment center - had gone up in increments. There was only one major change since Thomas had left that morning, and that was Chris.

The other man stood in front of the Christmas tree, his arms outstretched, showing off his newest bathrobe. It was green with printed ‘garland’ and, of all things, real, blinking lights. He also had a bow on top of his head. “Welcome home, oh love of my life! Merry Christmas!”

“Christmas isn’t until tomorrow, Chris,” Thomas informed him, shaking his head, although he couldn’t help but smile. He didn’t even bother wondering if the other man was wearing boxers under that robe. By now he knew the answer. He shrugged out of his coat and hung it up. “And please tell me that you didn’t get me one of those robes as well.” They still had the matching heart robes from Valentine’s day, which Thomas would at least admit were warm and comfortable.

“Well it’s a good thing the answer’s ‘no’ or that would have broken my heart,” Chris scoffed. “Don’t worry. I know you better than that.”

“Oh good.”

The other man’s expression turned rakish. “No, this is just the wrapping for your real Christmas present.”

Thomas paused, half way through pulling his scarf off, then finished the motion and hung it up with the coat. On the one hand, it was a perfectly Chris move. On the other hand, he’d just gotten home and was still tired and hungry and he could smell meat of some sort, which means there was dinner to be had. Turning, he favored the other man with a smirk. “Really? You plan on staying right like that until tomorrow morning, then?”

The other man gave him a cagey look. “Well, I was thinking that you could open one present tonight…”

Still smirking, Thomas turned and walked into the kitchen. “Oh no, I couldn’t do that,” he protested. “It would break tradition. Don’t want bad luck on Christmas.” What passed for their dining table had an actual table cloth on it (Thomas hadn’t known they owned one. It must be new.), was already set, and had a candle waiting to be lit in the center. He inhaled appreciatively. “Dinner smells good, though. What did you make?”

“Cornish game hens,” Chris replied, following Thomas into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around him from behind. He rested his chin on his lover’s shoulder and whined, “But you aren’t really going to make me wait until tomorrow, are you?”

“I’m hungry, Chris.” The proclamation was delivered in Thomas’s most brisk, professional tone. “You should know better than to expect me to do anything before food.”

Chris laughed, the sound warm in Thomas’s ear. “Alright, alright! But after…?”

“After,” Thomas twisted around until he was facing Chris and could wrap his own arms around the other man’s waist, “we can watch a movie or something.”

For a moment they just looked at each other, Chris obviously debating how serious Thomas was. He finally pouted. “I am not wearing this thing until dawn.”

Thomas just grinned at him. “Sorry, love, but Christmas doesn’t start until midnight. You’re just going to have to wait.”

[asgardwinter]

Traditional

summary | Loki finds out some midgardian traditions that he had no idea about, and he likes it very much.

pairing | Loki x Reader

warnings | fluff, one curse word i think, some kissing and Loki being adorable (and a big tease)

word count | 1.2k

author’s note | merry christmas and happy holidays my loves! fun fact: none of these are traditions here in my country, so i rely on google and lots of christmas movies and fanfiction. anyways, i hope you like it because i loved writing it 💕

Loki Laufeyson Masterlist | Taglist | The Holiday Collection 🎄

Loki had no idea what was happening.

Even with the six month relationship with the most amazing being of the nine realms—a human with no powers and the incredible ability of knocking someone out with a pen—he was still confused about the midgardian calendar and it’s festivities. In so many years of life he never actively cared about holidays celebrated by humans, but with you being extra excited for each one of them he had a job to do.

In one month you were all about Halloween, decorating the whole compound with Wanda like there was nothing more important than the fake web made with cotton and paper bats you were sticking at the ceiling.

Then the other thing he remembered was you and your loyal companion taking all the decorations and starting with red and gold bulbs and snowflakes and so many lights.

That was exaggerating and Loki was dizzy only to look at the big Christmas Tree you put up in the compound’s living room.

“How did you get all this?” Loki asked as he passed the two of you competing on how fast you could put the golden bows, Wanda cheating and using her magic to win.

“That’s a well kept secret.” You said handing him a bunch of decorative sweet canes. “So you’ll find out with five minutes of thinking.”

And as he thought of it he understood with the suspicious look the pair received from Pepper, only for a moment and she passed by like nothing happened. She probably just linked the enormous boxes filled with decorations to the debits on one of Tony’s cards. The excuse was that the decorations were for everyone. Loki considered it pretty fair.

As Loki investigated the decorations, what intrigued him the most were the mistletoes hanging around some of the doorways. He was sure they multiplied everyday with more and more of the huge amount of doors of the compound earning the distinct decoration. He just couldn’t understand why Sam and Tony seemed to be the responsible ones for the growing population of mistletoes.

Enlightenment would only come with the beginning of december.

During one calm and incredibly cold morning Vision and Wanda happened to be standing under the mistletoe and the traditional kiss was urged by the other members of the team in the kitchen.

Wanda came closer, giving Vision every opportunity to pull away as he looked at her with shock mixed with the common adoration he used to look in her direction every day. Their kiss was short and everyone was cheering and shouting like highschoolers—nothing new around there.

Loki kept watching with curiosity and noted to search for it later. What does a mistletoe have to do with kissing? He soon found out what the tradition was about.

Kissing someone under the mistletoe.

Midgardians were funny but he wouldn’t complain about it in no way, why would he laugh at one more reason to kiss you?

Sure, Loki wasn’t one on pda and he didn’t plan on changing that, but a light peck under a doorway just passing by you? He loved the sound of that and he could blame it on the tradition.

So that’s how it started.

You were near the door answering a text from a friend and Loki saw the perfect opportunity.

“Darling you just can’t believe what I saw.” He walked until he was face to face with you.

“What?”

“I’m pretty sure I saw Barnes dedicate a bird decoration to Wilson.”

“Actually I can really see that happening.”

Loki nodded in agreement and then looked up like none of that was planned in his head minutes before. “Oh, a mistletoe.”

You looked up at him with curiosity in your eyes, trying to guess what it was about. His lips brushed slightly against yours, not nearly enough for you that were used to Loki’s usual kisses, and with a smirk he left you there looking confused in his direction.

“It’s a tradition!” He shouted as he exited the room to justify himself. That was the phrase he most said to you during that month.

In the beginning it was more subtle, Loki would avoid doing it more once a day to not alarm you too much towards his behavior, even if you were alarmed since the first time he did it. That sparkle in his eyes was of someone who clearly knew what they’re doing.

“You searched about Christmas traditions?” You asked him out of the blue one.

It was making gingerbread cookies day and you managed to get the kitchen all for you. So it was already a mess with flour to roll out the dough.

“What makes you think so?”

“Oh, let me think.” You pondered dramatically tapping your finger to your bottom lip to add to the scene and accidentally covering it with some flour from the counter. “The way you didn’t miss a single chance of pulling the card of ‘tradition’ to kiss me under the mistletoe.”

“Aren’t you thinking too highly of yourself, my love?”

“Hey! Careful with the words, please.” You forcefully slapped him on his arm.

Loki wrapped his arms around you, pulling your back against his chest and taking care to not wipe his dough covered hand on your apron that was already ruined. “That was an unfortunate joke. But answering to your question, why can’t I use your holidays in my own favour? Honestly I enjoyed every doorway I passed with you these days…”

Releasing yourself from his hug, you turned to look him in the eyes. “Loki, you don’t need to find a reason to kiss me. You can just do it, you know?”

“I wasn’t searching for reasons to kiss the person I’m dating.” Loki defended himself, looking almost offended. He wipped his hands on his neat appron. “I’ll say it one more time: I was just being traditional with midgardian holidays. It was being respectful towards your culture.”

“Oh, I understand.” You let him go with a smile and giggles escaping your lips. "Just a really traditional god."

As you turned around to wash the flour from your hands Loki tugged your wrist to make you come back, face to face with him one more time.

He did that thing that always left you melting where he caressed your cheek with his thumb right before pulling you into a slow kiss to finish the job of turning you into putty. A real kiss when compared to those he was giving you under the mistletoes around the compound.

As he broke the kiss too quickly for your taste you went to chase after his lips to keep going, you just needed a few more seconds and you felt his laugh against your lips.

“I know I don’t need an excuse, my love.” Loki said a bit more seriously, leaving a peck on your lips to prove his point. “But it seems I can blame this one on the tradition as well.” His green eyes went up, looking at something above your heads.

Just another mistletoe, you shouldn’t be surprised.

But the way he kissed you when far away from the decorated area was nothing compared to those traditional kisses, it was proof he was only messing with you.

And you loved every moment of it.

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[herwritingartcowboy]

Picking A Gift For You

Day seven of Christmas special.

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Fandom:One Punch Man

Warning(s):

Character(s): Atomic Samurai, Flashy Flash, Sonic, Child emperor

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(Atomic Samurai / Kamikaze)

He was your lover for many years so you had to get him something special.But you’ve been doing that for many years too.But you all wanted to see your hero happy so in the morning once he left you made your journey. 

You started at the marketplace as you looked around writing stuff done in a little notepad.Yes you were in deep as you wanted the best for your Husband. Till you found a good gift for him. You bought the materials and went back home.

You went back home as you started to make your husband's gift and what was it that  you were making. Well you were making him a new sword. Well more of a custom katana for you.

Doing the math you were sure that they would be ready for Christmas. You hid everything for him as when he left for the day you would work on it more and more. And sometimes you would leave the house to work near a river as you smiled.

Soon Christmas rolled around as you were finally ready as you bought a pretty red bow as you brought it to the living room as you hid it behind your back. “Wacha got their angel” “Well i’ve been working on this for awhile now so here you go” “Once he shall the beautifully made Katana he smiled as he took it from your hands. “You made this?” “Yep took me forever” “Is this why i used to see you with small cuts on your hand” “Yeah well it was my first time lucky i didn’t have not-”. You were pulled into a hug as he kissed your face, “What did i do to deserve you” “Being you of course”.

The rest of the day was nice as you both cuddled together. But at night he started to kiss your hands. You giggle at his actions as when the lights turned off he cuddles close to you.

_Flashy Flash_

You were lucky to even date this man so you had to make this special but you are a broke one. But with your now hero job you can get him a nice Christmas this year. You called many restaurants booking the number one, five star rating restaurant in Japan till it hit you he might want a great gift.

You were now starting to panic that he might not like the gift you got him. It was Christmas day as you took your lovely boyfriend to the restaurant as you booked a room just for the two of you with a nice view of the city g. 

You and him ate the food you ordered as you both talked about your jobs as you did most of the talking. Soon when dessert came you brought out your gift for him. He was shocked as he didn’t expect you to get him anything. He took the gift in his hands as he opened it, seeing a white cape. “Well i’m sorry if you don’t like it sorry for you to think-” “I like it, it looks nice” “Wait really” “The thought behind it says a lot”.

You were shocked at his words as you shall have a small smile on his lips. When both got home you kissed his face as pink dust covered his face.

~Sonic~

You loved your little competitive ninja so you thought you would give him a good gift this year. So you went into shops till something caught your eye.

You got home putting it into a small box wrapping it with a nice green bow. You put it under the tree as Sonic came back home he eyed his gift as he tried begging you to tell him what's inside. 

The day soon came as Sonic woke you up as he rushed you down to the Christmas tree. “Looks like someone is excited” “Wait no i thought you wanted to get to the tree faster”. You smiled as you shall Sonic eye the gift as you gave it to him. He opened the gift to see a nice purple scarf. “I thought it might get cold on your missions and to bring more mystery to you”, Sonic was happy at the thought of the gift as you both continued on with your day. 

At night he placed his head onto your lap as he thanked you for his gift as you smiled, combing your fingers through his hair.

=Child Emperor=

Your best friend deserves everything and lucky for you, you know what to get. You went straight to the market place wasting all the money you earn doing chores around your home to see the best gifts. 

Christmas eve rolled as you rushed to his home knocking on the door greeted by his mother. She invited you inside as she called him down as you held onto your gift. He came down smiling once he shall you. He rushed over to you as you handed him his gift. C.e (Child Emperor) opened the small bag seeing nothing but treats. He smiled once he saw a chocolate robot as he brought you into a nice hug. You smiled as you waved goodbye returning back to your house.

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[thewritingginger]

Early Christmas Gift

Merry Christmas/ Happy Holidays, Lovelies!

Here's a little holiday spice for ya and another DILF! Reiner addition (I told you in my Kinktober post for him there would be more of him in the future) 😉

Wanted to post this yesterday but oh well 🤷🏻‍♀️ Here it is lol

Fandom: Attack on Titan Pairing: DILF! Reiner x Fem! Nanny Reader Word count: 1.6k+ words Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Age difference, Reader is 21+, Mentions of alcohol, Praise kink, Pet names (Sweetheart, Good girl, Princess), Daddy Kink, Dirty talk, Sex toy, Soft! Dom Reiner

Enjoy ~

Walking down the garland clad staircase you notice a pair of work shoes by the front door, Mr. Braun had gotten home while you were upstairs putting the children to bed.

Turning the corner into the living room you see the man in question making himself a drink in the kitchen.

“Mr. Braun, please allow me to help you.” You say walking towards him, taking over what he was doing.

“Thank you, Y/n.” As you made his drink and one for yourself, per his encouragement, aswell. Chatting about his day and your’s with the kids as you’ve done so many times before however your relationship isn’t quite as platonic as it was when you first started working for him. It’s safe to say you’ve grown to be very comfortable around each other after the night he had aggressively taken you -not that you minded.

You try to shake those thoughts as you take a seat on the very sofa it happened on.

“Would you mind helping me with putting the gifts under the tree?” He asks, breaking your thought.

“Uh, yeah. Of course.” You nod your head with a smile.

“Great. Follow me.”

Leading you up the stairs, down the hall opposite of the other bedrooms he walks towards the door at the end of the hall leading to the Master Suite.  Opening the door for you, you walk into his room, a place you’ve only ever been in for minutes at a time as you brought in clean laundry.

“I must admit I didn’t only bring you up here to help with the gifts.” You freeze at his confession, your body buzzes at his possible intentions but you are soon relaxed when he continues.

“I have a gift for you.” Reiner says, you sigh with a smile.

“Oh, Mr. Braun, you didn’t have -” He cuts you off.

“Of course I did. You do so much for my family and I wanted to get a little something as a thank you, especially for all you do for me.”

Your belly flutters at the way his voice seems to melt over you in the last few words and you know he’s not just referring to all the work you do in the house. He speaks between his words of all the passing looks and touches between you. The heated kisses caught behind closed doors and the suggestive banter that may flutter through conversations. There’s desire behind his eyes and seduction seeping out of every word he speaks to you in private.

“Well, it’s only Christmas Eve.”

“Why wait? Perhaps I’m impatient but ever since I’ve gotten it I’ve wondered how you’d like it.” He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck. “I guess opening one little gift won’t hurt anything.” You smile.

He gestures for you to take a seat. Your heart pounds with a mix of excitement and curiosity as he goes into his walk-in closet. Appearing moments later with a neatly wrapped rectangular box with a silver bow on top. You wondered if he hired someone to do his wrapping or if he had done it himself but you don’t ask. Instead you take the red wrapped box with a shy smile as he takes a seat next to you on the edge of the bed. His bed.  

“I almost feel bad I hadn’t gotten you anything besides a cheap bottle of wine.” You joke, making him laugh. The deep baritone of it vibrates your chest.

“Nonsense. The best gift will be your, hopefully, pleasant reaction to my admittedly forward gift.”

Undoing the sparkly ribbon and tearing the paper you are slowly revealing a discrete black box. Flicking your eyes to him with a small smile you take off the lid and your heart almost stops and your belly flutters when you see the gift he has gotten you.

A slim black vibrator.

You’re glad he spoke first cause you honestly didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t exaggerating when he called it ‘forward’. You’ve always thought a gift like this would be embarrassing or nerve wrecking but it’s the exact opposite. Coming from him it almost makes it hotter.

“I apologize if I’ve made you uncomfortable.”

“N-no. I mean-.” You clear your throat. “I like it.” You admit, looking down as you brush your hair back shyly before looking back where you catch Reiner’s heated stare. Lips curved slightly to one side.

“I’m glad.” He kisses your cheek sweetly. “Could I be so bold to ask you to show me how much you like it?” He whispers in your ear, his hot breath melts you where you sit.

“Show you?” You say shakely. He nods with a low hum before kissing your lips.

“Would you like to?” He asks looking into your eyes.

“Yes.” You say before connecting your lips once again.

~~~

“Just like that, such a good girl.” Reiner coos in your ear as soft mewls leave your lips. Resting completely bare against his naked chest. He is leaning on the head board as he peeks over your shoulder, his large hands holding your trembling legs open. His rough fingers travel towards your core spreading your glistening lips as you use the vibrating toy on your sensitive bud.

“Mr. Braun.” You moan. He shushes you softly, reminding you to keep your voice down.

“Don’t want to wake anybody, Princess. Why don’t you be a good girl and keep those beautiful lips closed as I help you.”

Peppering your shoulder and neck with kisses one of his strong hands retrieves the toy from your’s. Sliding the vibrator up and down your soaked slit you hold onto his arm and thigh trying to keep your sounds of pleasure to a minimum as you rock your hips against his movements however his other hand holds them down.

“Now, now, Sweetheart. You’ll get what you want, just be patient. Let Daddy take care of you.” His deep voice vibrates against your back as he whispers in your ear.

You melt into him, closing your eyes and resting your head back against his shoulder. He prods your dripping cunt with the tip of the toy, a small whine escapes your lips when he pulls it away too soon. He is only playing with your entrance causing waves of pleasure to pulsate through your heated body. Turning your head you look up through your lashes to the normally professional and polite man that has now devolved into a domineering man determined to make you reach your pleasure. Absorbing all the lustful mewls and sighs that fall from your rose petal lips. His hot breath hits your skin as he coaxes you to your climax. Teasing your hole as his other hand rubs your clitoris.

“Does that feel good, Princess?” You nod your head, dazed and jaw slack. He hums in amusement at your state.

“Yeah? I knew you liked having your little hole played with. Such a dirty girl, just listen to the sounds your cunt makes as it tries to suck in this toy you want so badly. You want Daddy to fill you up, hmm?”

“Yes, Mr. Braun. Please- fuck-.” You wrap your arm that was holding his around  his neck pulling him closer, if that was even possible. His rough fingers that scratch at your clitoris move faster, rubbing small circles that make your head spin, then pushing the toy further into your needy cunt.

“Good girl.” You whimper at his praise. The toy slowly moved in and out, almost being pulled completely out before plunging back in. You try to rock your hips for more but he keeps you in place, he tsks at your greedy act.

“Use your words, Princess. What do you want?” You try to muster a coherent sentence but the feeling washing over you keeps knocking the words out of order.

“More- need- ah- please Daddy.” You cry into his neck. His hand leaves your clitoris to pull your hair back and plant your lips against his in a heated kiss.

“Good job, Princess.” Bending his knees he draps yours over his to keep them open. Wrapping his free hand around your neck he holds you back as he begins to fuck you with the toy in his hand. Your back arches to the heavens as your breath is sealed away in your chest by his strong hand.

“Shh, take it, Sweetheart. Such a good girl for me. You look so beautiful fucked out like this you know?” Your eyes are locked on his that travel between yours and his working hand, watching the vibrator disappear into your sloppy pussy. You pull him down for a kiss and he accepts happily, drinking in your sweet moans.

“Mr. Braun-ah.” You pull away, your eyes rolling back. His hand leaves your throat to return to your clitoris.

“You’re so close, huh? Cum for me, Princess. Show me how good you’re feeling right now. I want you to drench my hands with your cum. Can you do that for me?” “Yes, Daddy.”

The combination of his fingers and the vibrations of the toy penetrating you becomes so overwhelming that you finally fall off the deep end. Your hand on his leg cups over your mouth to muffle the symphony of moans and lewd cries coming from your throat. Your hips move on their own to ride out your orgamsm, Reiner’s movements don’t stop for a second. He watches your face scrunch up beautifully till your body begins to relax and twitch from his slow continuous stimulation.

His hands come to a stop, sliding his slick covered hand down your inner thigh, placing soothing kisses on your neck and shoulder. You sigh when the toy is slowly removed from your exhausted hole. Tossing it aside Reiner runs his rough hands up and down your legs before closing them slowly. He turns your cheek to face him, you look up at him with tired eyes to meet his kind ones.

“You did so good for me. Merry Christmas, Ms. Y/L/n.”

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Santa Daddy | Jean Kirstein x Reader

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x Reader

Rating: Explicit 

Warnings: Daddy kink, dirty talk, thigh riding, mutual pining, friends to lovers (or, rather, idiots to lovers), lots of holiday fluff

Word Count: 6k

A/N: This is my Secret Santa gift to @whats-her-quirk​ 🎄💕 June, thank you so much for being a wonderful friend; I was truly lucky and privileged to get you as my Elf for Secret Santa! I hope this fluffy (and dirty) little fic with our best boi Jean brings you some holiday cheer! 

           There were only a few things in the world that made you happier than watching Jean Kirstein smile. Like most of your friends, you’d met him through work, but there was always something so special, almost magical, about seeing his darling smile and hearing his boisterous laugh. And you rarely passed up on a chance to see delight spread across his handsome face, which is why you couldn’t say no when he asked you to join him on a get-a-away with your friends for the holidays.

           The inquiry came after you mentioned how you wouldn’t be able to make it home for the holidays due to a winter storm blowing in. It would be the second season in a row that the weather kept you from visiting home.

           You could still hear his voice in your head, “alone? For Christmas?”

           He’d then insisted you join him and his friends at Sasha’s family cabin. It was tradition for them, a gathering of misfits finding communion together out in the wilderness for a few days before the new year. You had taken trips with your friends before to amusement parks, festivals, even to the beach at Armin’s request, but something about being invited to an intimate setting to celebrate holiday traditions had you anxious.

           So, there you were, swaddled in blankets, listening to Eren bicker with Mikasa while Sasha and Connie bustled in the kitchen to make eggnog and treats. Armin had declined to join, citing that he’d seen too many horror movies about young adults alone in cabins to feel comfortable making the trip.

           And, true to form, Jean was running late. He was always late, his mind constantly moving a mile a minute unless he consigned himself to much needed rest and relaxation. Though, this time, you felt a little lonely while waiting for him on the couch, like there was a small part of you missing as you watched the snow fall outside.

           “So, none of you guys go home for the holidays?” You looked over toward the modest, plastic tree that Sasha had thrown down from her attic to bring a little holiday cheer to the living room, a few poorly wrapped presents and bags nestled under the branches.

           “Well,” Eren cleared his throat, “we are orphans.” He pulled at Mikasa’s scarf for emphasis.

           “Oh fuck, yeah, sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

           “Don’t worry about, he just always brings it up to get sympathy gifts.” Mikasa sighed, jerking the red cloth from his hands and scowling. Eren only laughed, brushing a stray hair from his face that had come loose from the bun at his nape.

           You sunk a little deeper into the cushions, eyes glancing out the window in hopes you’d see headlights flash in the driveway.

           “Do you think Jean’s okay? He should’ve been here a while ago and the storm is getting closer.”

           “Jean, Jean, Jean,” Sasha trotted into the room, balancing a mountain of sweet-smelling cookies on a plate, “you’re always worried about him.”

           “Someone should be, guy’s an idiot.” Eren chimed in, green eyes shining from the low flames rolling in the fireplace. He and Mikasa were sitting in the floor, a game of checkers spread out before them, with more stolen pieces resting near the cunning Ackerman’s side of the board.

           Eren wasn’t wrong, but over the years you’d known your group of friends, you’d noticed just how much the man in question had grown. In his early twenties, Jean had been quite the bumbling fool, having literally met you by bumping into your shoulder while leaving work, only to look at you and mumble “god you’re beautiful,” before issuing a quick apology as he rubbed at his neck sheepishly. You’d never mentioned the moment again, though your stomach still churned with a slight thrill every time you thought about it.

           But over the years he’d managed to turn that puerility into something much more charming. He was more refined, almost infuriatingly suave, easily gaining attention from anyone and everyone. And though you sometimes hated to admit it, he’d captured your thoughts as well.

           You kept your budding crush on Jean Kirstein close to your chest, not admitting it to any of your close friends. You always figured he was out of your league, seeing that he had a new, more beautiful girlfriend just about every other month. But, despite your simmering feelings, you still allowed yourself to get closer and closer to him over the years—some might say he’s your best friend, but you might call him your most treasured vexation.

           Another hour or so went by, your time spent nibbling at cookies and reminiscing with everyone about another year passed.

           Then the door finally opened, cold air gusting into the small living room as Jean stomped his damp boots on the entry mat.

           “Have you guys opened presents yet?”

           You glanced over the back of the couch, heart tugging in your chest as you noticed snow dusted in his long hair and a sizeable red and white polka dot package in his hands.

           “No because Christmas is tomorrow, or did you forget that too?” Connie said it with crumbs in his mouth, feet kicked up on the coffee table.

           Jean laughed, running a hand through his hair before wrapping the gift in his arms like it was something valuable.

           “I know, I know, and sorry I’m late, had something important to go get.” He smiled, bright and cheery, hazel eyes bouncing between his friends and the carefully guarded box, “I ask because…uh, this needs to be opened kind of soon.”

           “Is it perishable?” Sasha perked up, already ready to go make room in the fridge if something delectable was waiting as a gift.

           “I mean…you could say that? It may or may not be alive.” He was laughing, that kind of infectious laughter that had everyone in the room grinning whether they wanted to or not.

           Jean didn’t set the present down to even take off his shoes, instead tracking snow in with him and plopping onto the couch with flurries still on shoulders. He nudged your knee with his, pushing the present toward you. You pressed your lips together, hands getting sweaty as you pieced the puzzle together.

           “Is that…?”

           “Yeah,” his grin was pulling at his cheeks, eyes so sincere and happy and it almost startled you, “it’s for you.”

           The top of the box moved, the green bow popping on top of the polka dots.

           You moved the gift into your lap, pulling off the top to find perky ears and green eyes peering up at you—a kitten, grey and striped, with long, white whiskers and a pink bow around its neck greeted you with muted curiosity. You just stared at it for a moment, and it stared back, like you were both wondering just how it got into your lap.

           “I just,” Jean was getting nervous, carding his fingers through his hair again as he waited for your reaction, “I wanted to make sure you’d never spend another holiday alone, you know?”

           You carefully picked up the little cat, watching how it stretched and yawned as you pulled it from the carefully lain blanket inside its temporary home.

           You smiled, pulling the warm little bundle to your chest.

           “Um, Jean, this cat has six toes on her paws,” you said, pressing your thumb gently against one of the extra appendages in question.

           “Six toes?!” Sasha was jumping up from her seat, bounding over to kneel in front of you and pluck one of the kitten’s paws into her fingers. The cat quickly pulled its paw back, little black toe beans curling to its chest.

           “Yeah, it’s what drew me to her. She’s extra special…” you could’ve sworn you heard him mutter something under his breath, a little musing of “just like you,” but any hushed murmur was overshadowed by the ohs and ahs of your friends gathering around to look at the adorable little creature.

           The kitten had been lulled to sleep by the car ride from the shelter to the cabin, content to just curl up in your arms as inquisitive fingers prodded at her little kitten mittens and the silky, white tufts in her ears. Even Mikasa was enraptured by the tiny animal, taking the time to retie the little pink ribbon around her neck to make a bigger, prettier bow.

           You noticed how your friends were whispering, cheeky grins pressed against eager ears as they looked between you, the precious kitten, and Jean on the couch. You were starting to feel like you were missing something, or maybe that you were at the end of a joke you hadn’t caught on to yet.

           “Thank you,” you whispered to Jean after the fuss died down, everyone returning to their seats and back to their previous fixations.

          You’d mentioned perhaps wanting a cat a few weeks ago; it was just a silly, off-hand comment you made over coffee about how you’d once read that people with cats live longer because they pick up on the nine-lives of their feline partner. You didn’t believe it to be true, but you’d mused about the idea of having a cute kitten of your own to snuggle up with on lonely nights.

           “I know it’s sudden and a lot of responsibility, so if you don’t want her—”

           “No,” you cut Jean off, bundling the kitten a little closer in your arms, your heart singing as you felt her start to purr, “no, I want her, she’s perfect.”

           Jean finally started to get settled himself, standing up and shrugging off his jacket. He was in a tight turtleneck, coal black threads stretched to their limit across his broad chest and shoulders, hugging his trim waist. You were careful not to stare for too long as he stretched his arms above his head to shake off the weariness of his drive through the snow.

           He always looked like he stepped out of a fashion catalogue, fresh and so put together that sometimes you were tempted to snap his photo when he wasn’t looking; he just looked that good all the time. He loved to wear designer clothes and keep up with the latest menswear trends, and tonight was no different, that beautiful black turtleneck (that was covered in grey fur) undoubtedly belonging to a designer whose name you probably couldn’t pronounce.

           “What are you gonna name her?”

           He sat a little closer this time on the couch, a brawny arm outstretched behind you as he leaned over to scratch at the kitten’s chin.

           “I don’t know,” you admitted, gazing down at the serene, sleepy face in your arms, “I’ll have to get to know her first.”

           “Well, I’ve been calling her Frankie.”

           “Frankie?” You smiled through your confusion, the name sounding oddly right.

           “She was pretty wild in the car and kept meowing when Frank Sinatra was on the radio.”

           “I see,” you laid the kitten down into your lap, sweeping your fingers through her fur and watching as she curled up into a tighter little circle, “well, I’ll consider it.”

           You felt warm, heavy fingers brush against the back of your neck, Jean absentmindedly painting figure eights into your prickling skin. Heat flushed to your face as you realized just how close your bodies had become—his thigh was pressed against your own, dark jeans tight and hot, the scruff of his cheeks brushing against your own as he toyed with the sleeping cat’s tail.

           There were voices all around you, the muffled sounds of your friends relaxing together falling almost on deaf ears. Your whole world felt like it just revolved around this couch, like nothing else mattered beyond the simple touches to your skin and the drowsy kitten beneath your hands. He never wanted you to spend another holiday alone, you replayed his words, the sweet sentiment finally settling into your spirit.

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           You could tell everyone was starting to get a bit sleepy, a few hours spent drinking spiked eggnog and chasing the new kitten around with a feather toy having left you especially exhausted. Your head was a little swimmy as you bid everyone goodnight, the grey tabby cat following closely on your heels to your bedroom where Jean had already brought in a litter box and a bed for her to sleep in. Jean, underneath all the designer bravado and smiles, was perhaps the most thoughtful person you knew.

           But despite the heaviness in your head, you couldn’t seem to sleep. You tossed and turned in the bed, occasionally picking up your phone to scroll through it or just watch the time tick by. You had a lot of thoughts mulling around in your mind, most of them revolving around the man sleeping just right across the hall.

           Never in a million years did you expect Jean to walk in with a beautiful, perfect kitten as a gift. The little thing was back to sleeping again, this time curled around one of your feet, each exhale a little purr against your toes.

           You’d carried the weight of this crush around for too many years. You rubbed your palms against your eyes, sighing as you came to terms with your feelings for Jean for what felt like the thousandth time. Your pining was starting to take its toll, too, what with the sleeping giant so close yet so far away.

           And you still felt like you were missing something.

           Throughout the night, your friends had seemingly been playing coy, teasing Jean about getting you such a big, sentimental gift. Maybe they had all caught wind of your suppressed feelings and were poking at Jean for even daring to indulge you. Now you were just getting frustrated with your thoughts, sighing as you tried to squeeze your eyes shut and force yourself to sleep.

           But then you heard a little sound, the soft buzz of your phone against the wood of the night stand.

           Jean: You awake?

           Your heart skipped a little in your chest as you saw his name flash upon your screen. You texted him nearly every day, yet he never failed to send a little jolt of adrenaline down your spine.

           You: Yeah. Can’t sleep.

           Jean: Me either. Cabin is too fucking cold.

      ��    You: I have a kitty asleep on my feet, definitely helps beat the chill.

           Jean: A warm kitty sounds nice right now.

           Only a few seconds passed before the next message appeared.

           Jean: Wanna come keep me company?

           Your thumb hovered over the keyboard for a moment, your mind not even thinking about the words in front of you. Instead, you were picturing Jean in his bed, hair tussled with his own phone in his hand as he texted you, light spilling over his bare chest in the dark. You wondered what he was thinking—maybe he just wanted you to bring the cat over to see him for a bit, or maybe his mind was wandering in the same place yours was, which was picturing him naked beneath his sheets.

           You set the phone down, momentarily starting to panic.

           You hadn’t prepared for this, hadn’t prepared for the possibility that Jean might be asking you to come get in his fucking bed with him. Thank god you took a leisurely shower earlier—and you still smelled good, you checked.

           You stood up from the bed, watching the kitten stretch and quickly fall back asleep on top of the blankets. You bent down to slip on your pajama pants, but then found yourself debating if you should just leave the flimsy material behind.

           If this was what you were hoping it was, walking in without pants would send the “I got the hint, I’m here to fuck,” message loud and clear.

           But if this was just “hey pal come keep me company, I’m bored,” walking into his room in nothing but a shirt and panties could be quite awkward.

           You decided to hedge your bets, stuffing your pajama bottoms back into your bag as that lingering liquid courage from the eggnog set in. If worse came to worse, you could always say you forgot to pack them.

           You carefully closed the door behind you, making sure the cat didn’t follow.

           Then, it was literally just a few steps to Jean’s room. Conveniently, his door was cracked. Did he get up and leave it open for you? Did he always sleep with his door cracked? Or had he planned all along to ask you to come over?

           You shook your head, taking a deep breath. Those inessential thoughts needed to be quieted.

           The door creaked as you slid past it, the old hinges signaling your arrival and making Jean’s attention whip towards you. His phone was still in his hand, like was watching your messages and too-eagerly anticipating your reply.

           “Hey,” you whispered into the darkness, wincing as the door kept groaning as you pushed it shut behind you. You leaned against it for a moment, too nervous to just waltz up to his bed and fall in. You chewed at the inside of your cheek as you waited for him to break the silence.

           “Aren’t you cold?” He whispered back, shifting in the bed.

           His figure was illuminated by the pale, grey light from window, the snow clouds still keeping the moon suppressed in the sky. Like you’d imagined, he was shirtless, all those hard-earned muscles on display from where he was propped up on his elbows, sheets low against his waist.

           “I thought you were cold, Mr. No Shirt.”

           “You’re not wearing pants.”

           “I’m not wearing pants,” you parroted back.

           You watched the smile spread across his face, that darling, infuriatingly pretty smile that made you a little too happy in this moment.

           He pulled his sheets back in invitation, revealing that he, too, was not wearing pants, only clad in blue boxer briefs that were sinfully tight around his upper thighs, etchings of Calvin Klein pressed against his lower stomach.

           His hands were on you before you even settled onto the mattress, warm and greedy and pulling you flush against his body. All those worried thoughts you had before vanished under his touch, the message you had been missing suddenly loud and clear: you weren’t the only one hiding your feelings. All those veiled emotions came alive beneath wandering hands, your fingers digging into the meat of his shoulders as his found the flesh of your thighs.

           “Was this what you were thinking about when you invited me here?”

           You breathed in the smell of his warm skin as you settled against him, notes of his cologne still lingering against his body.

           “This is what I think about all the time,” he confessed, nudging his thigh between your legs.

           You couldn’t stop the moan that fell from your mouth as the muscles of his thigh pressed against your aching core.

           “Me too,” you were pulling his face down to yours, thumbs against his cheeks as you pressed your lips to his.

           A satisfied sound rang from both of your throats, lips melding and slanting against one another hungrily.

           “Why didn’t you say anything?” His words were lost within the kiss, being swallowed down as you kept drinking him in.

           “Why didn’t you say anything?” You echoed back, gasping as his hands slid underneath your shirt and began to wander across your belly, reaching up toward your ribcage.

           You both knew the answer to that: you were idiots, too scared to admit feelings even though they were clearly on display for everyone around you. But now the question didn’t matter, all the answers you wanted about to be shared between your anxious bodies with starved kisses and touches.

           You shamelessly pressed yourself a little harder against his thigh, sighing as your pussy found relief against his leg. He groaned at your action, moving his thigh back and forth a little bit to see how you would react. When you whimpered, your own thighs squeezing around his, he smirked, repeating the motion of sweeping his thick, sturdy thigh back and forth between your legs.

           “You like that?” His head was tilting down, teeth nipping at your jaw and down your neck as your head fell back against the pillow.

           “Y-yes, feels so good.”

           His hands were still traveling, wandering across your heated skin like he wanted to map your curves into his memory. He groaned against your throat when he discovered you’d also forgotten to wear anything under your t-shirt, his thumbs lazily brushing the undersides of your breasts.

           You felt like you were burning beneath his sheets, like he was painting fire against your skin with every touch. His large hands engulfed your breasts, carefully kneading and rolling your soft flesh in his palms. He was eager to kiss you again, to slip his tongue past your parted lips and get addicted to your taste.

           Jean pinched and pulled at your hardening nipples, greedily taking your little mewls into his mouth. He touched you like he already knew you, pulling at your body like you were the perfect little sex doll on strings for him to play with; rocking you on his thigh, tugging at your nipples, tongue dancing in your mouth, his hair tickling your cheeks, his cock hard and hot against his stomach.

           Your panties were getting more and more wet by the second, the soaked material sinking into your folds as you rubbed yourself against the downy hairs and rounded, solid muscle of his upper thigh. His boxer briefs were bunching closer to his hips, pre-cum already staining against the fabric where his cock was imprinted into the threads. You slipped your hand down his impressive chest, fingers dipping into the elastic of his briefs.

           “Oh fuck,” he groaned against your lips, pulling back to suck in a breath as your fingertips brushed against the head of his cock, “fuck you’re so hot riding my thigh like that, so fucking wet.”

           “You did say you wanted a warm kitty.”

           Your words had him pinching harder at your nipples, making you gasp as he chuckled.

           “Mhm I can’t wait to play with your kitty, make you mine,” he punctuated his sentence by bouncing his leg up, sending electric pulses of pleasure racing over your nerves.

           You responded by pulling his cock from its confines, wrapping your fingers around it and tugging at the silken skin. God he was thick, barely fitting in your palm as you moved your wrist up and down. You suddenly felt so small against him, realizing that he was dwarfing you just by lying next to you in the bed. His long, thick fingers could spread across the entirety of your chest, the thigh sliding against your pussy was enormous, but it felt like it belonged there; you could get used to riding him like this.

          You both fell into a frenzied, delirious rhythm, your bodies bucking and panting as you found bliss against each other.

          His hands slid down your body, leaving your tender breasts and searching for a new home. He found your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he rocked you back and forth against his thigh himself, using the strength in his forearms to have your pussy pressed down against him in the most perfect way to have you seeing stars and whining his name.

          “Gonna cum, baby? Gonna cum just from riding me?”

          “Fuck, yeah, yes, please, make me cum like this.”

          Your hand had gone slack against his cock, your mind almost unable to concentrate under the waves of pleasure building and coiling inside you.

          It felt too good to have his rapacious hands on your hips, grip mean and tight as he basically fucked you against his thigh. You wanted to scream, your other hand clawing at the back of his neck for stability.

          “Baby,” he breathed, peppering a few kisses along your cheek, “could…could you call me daddy when you cum?”

          There was a hesitancy in his voice, like he was ashamed to ask such a thing.

          Your lower belly clenched, heat racing across all your nerve endings like he’d just poured sin straight out of his mouth.

          You nodded your head for him, uncontrollable moans and gasps getting in the way of your own words. The thought of calling him daddy, that sent something wicked down to your pussy, had your fingers squeezing and tugging at his cock again and your eyes falling shut.

          It felt like your sanity was breaking, like reality was splintering and this wasn’t real—you were dreaming again, weren’t you? But then you felt his cock twitch in your hand, felt your swollen clit brush against your panties and his thigh, and you were thrusted back into the actuality of your situation. You were with Jean, he was groaning in your ear, and you were about to cum all over him.

          “D—da…,” you were choking, so overwhelmed with a final cresting of bliss that you almost felt like sobbing.

          But he just clutched you more tightly, pressed you harder against him, whispering your name in encouragement to let yourself go for him.

          Then, you lost all of your sensibilities, euphoria washing over your body as you snapped and came undone with a little whine of, “daddy,” against his lips. You slowed the rocking of your hips, your heart beating out of your chest, your pussy pulsing and clenching as you rode out the last remnants of your orgasm.

          “Holy fucking shit that’s so hot, you’re so hot,” he mumbled, one of his hands smoothing against your cheek.

          “Wha—,” you smiled, shaking your head as you caught your breath, “what are you doing with a daddy kink, Jean?”

          He mimicked your smile, hands moving to slide your ruined panties down your legs and removed the rest of your clothing as he repositioned your bodies. You let him move you around like a ragdoll, so delirious in your afterglow that you barely even registered how he was hooking your legs onto his shoulders.

          “Do you not like calling me daddy?” There was a seriousness laced into his tone that told you he’d drop it if it made you uncomfortable.

          “I like it,” you fisted one of your hands in his hair, bringing his lips to yours for a slow, messy kiss, “just didn’t expect it.”

          “I’m full of surprises, baby.”

          You felt the head of his cock nudge between your wet folds, his hands back on your hips where they belonged. Your head fell back against the pillow as he started to push inside of you, stretching your walls and making your toes go almost numb from the pleasure. You felt like you were splitting apart, like a fissure was forming down the middle of your body, stemming from where he was spearing into you.

          With your legs on his broad shoulders, he was pushing you into the mattress, his hands urging your hips to relax and let him sink into your warm heat.

          “Ohhhh fuckkkk daddy,” you couldn’t help but to whine, all your senses suddenly overwhelmed again. You were drowning in him, falling deeper and deeper into the throes of heaven with every inch of his fat cock slipping inside of you.

          “God you’re so tight,” he presses his forehead to yours, keen eyes watching how your lips were falling apart and your eyebrows scrunching together in pleasure, “that’s right, daddy’s going to take such good care of you.”

          It felt like all your history with him was being wiped away, like this moment wasn’t about two friends fulfilling all their years of mutual pining, but instead about a new relationship blooming between two bodies full of lust and desire. This was about Jean fucking you senseless, about him taking control and finally having what’s belonged to him for longer than he probably even realized. You wanted to lose yourself to him, lose yourself to his appetite and just let him devour you.

          All the air left your lungs when bottomed out inside of you, your walls clenching and sucking him in. He stayed still for a moment, nearly lost himself at the feeling of your cunt wrapped so tightly around his cock.

          “So fucking perfect,” he groaned, dragging his cock out of you slowly before pressing in again, your cunt greedily sucking him back in.

          “I always have been,” you teased, one hand lost in his hair while the other slid down the expanse of his back. You bucked your hips in his hands, coaxing him to keep moving.

          “Oh fuck. Good girl.”

          His praise made you feel drunk, liquid heat rushing to your ears and between your legs.

          He began to snap his hips, repeatedly burying his cock into your depths, the angle of your body making him hit that fleshy patch inside of you. You cried out at the feeling of being so stuffed, your walls burning from the intrusion but that coil inside your belly tightening again, hotter and more intense than before.

          “Mhmmm, such a good girl, I promise,” you pressed your lips to his in reassurance, letting your breathy moans fall into his mouth as he started to get a little rougher. His pace was steady, solid, a hard motion of his cock thrusting in and out of you, each push and pull full of purpose and passion. Every plunge was making your lower stomach spasm, making pleasure burst across your body so forcefully that you felt that urge to cry again.

          “Wanted to fuck you for so long,” his face was tucked underneath your chin, mouth trailing across your throat between his words. A particularly hard suck against your neck had your back arching, breasts flattening against his chest and your nails clinging to him.

          Jean sat back on his knees, big hands smoothing down your thighs as he looked to where your bodies were conjoined, watching how your pussy enveloped his cock with every thrust of his hips, sweet skin encasing all of his length. He looked enraptured by the sight, groaning and hissing every time he pressed inside of you.

          Then his eyes were flashing up to your face, softening as he took note of your blissed-out state, your face flushed and your lip between your teeth.

          “So pretty,” he mused, a palm ghosting up to your chest to toy with one of your tits as he found a new rhythm.

          You were ensnared by the scene before you as well, eyes wide with delight as you admired the man before you. Jean felt unhinged, electric between your legs, like he’d finally let go and was pouring all his clandestine secrets into your willing body. His chestnut hair was swept over his shoulders, the muscles in his arms and across his body rolling, rounded and thick like he was marble come to life. And his face was smooth, pretty, concentrated, cheeks dusky with a dark blush as he found euphoria from within your body.

          Your hips began to match his thrusts, bucking up into him in order to feel his thick cock fall deeper into you. His strong hands encouraged you, gripping into the supple flesh of your thighs as he pressed himself into your wetness, faster and faster with every thrust.

          “Daddy,” you called out to him, having to bite back a grin as you observed how quickly you earned his attention, “you feel s-so good,” your hand was traveling down your chest, trailing over his fingers on your breast before snaking down to your clit, “p-please let me cum again.”

          You had an inkling that he would take over for you.

          His thick, long fingers hovered over your own, carefully aiding in swirling over your aching clit. You hissed, recognizing the buildup to orgasm pooling within your belly.

          Jean’s other hand slid higher upon your body, fingers lacing around your ribcage, framing the underside of your breast. He began to forcefully pull your body into his, sliding you upon and down the sheets and upon his cock. You cried out, legs tightening at his waist, pulling him closer, deeper, begging him to devour you and take what he wanted. His thumb was almost impatient on your clit, now circling so quickly that your body was shaking, lower stomach clenching and unclenching repeatedly like you were lost in a reckless tide.

          “Shit, I’m not gonna last with you squeezing me like that, baby.”

          Your mouth watered at the thought of him finding that ultimate pleasure inside of you. Your ears became tuned to the chorus of resonances between your legs, the sweet, wet sounds of skin against skin, of slick at the base of a fat cock, of Jean grunting your name like a lost prayer.

          The final chord of your sanity was threatening to snap, you could feel it again, like he was pulling the strings of your body too tightly and you were going to splinter and break with just the right swipe of his thumb.

          “I-inside,” you mewled, unable to keep your eyes open any longer as your thighs began to quake, “daddy—oh fuck, fuck—cum inside me, please,”

          God you were so fucking close to falling off the edge, and he could feel it, using his grip to bring you even harder and faster down onto your cock to get you careening and falling again.

          Your push into oblivion came when you heard him pleading, almost whining, above you, sweat dripping down his skin as his syllables flowed together, “please, please, please, fuck, cum for daddy, cum for me, please.”

          You could both feel it, how you creamed around his cock, pussy sucking him in so deliciously tight that it caused him to lose all control. His fingers dug a little too deep, his cock throbbing and pumping deep inside of you with his release. It was like the world went quiet, like a blanket of snow fell onto your bodies and hushed your sounds and cooled your skin. You could feel the heavy weight of him inside of you, like he was meant to be there. Your body relaxed, feeling like you were sinking into the mattress and he was the only thing keeping you from being lost.

          When he finally pulled his spent cock from inside you, he wasn’t gone long. His hands were back on you again, pulling you in for simple, affectionate kisses and rubbing tenderly at the places he’d perhaps explored too roughly.

          “Jean…” you cut yourself off with a yawn, fatigued limbs winding into his own.

          His thigh found its home between your legs again, both of you groaning with a mixture of lust and disgust as you felt his cum drip into a mess between your thighs.

          “Whatever it is can wait until morning, we need to sleep.”

          “Oh fuck, it’s Christmas.”

          He nuzzled your cheek, lips searching for yours.

          “Mhmm, Merry Christmas, baby.”

          You laughed, laying your head against his chest.

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          You weren’t sure how long you slept, but it felt like you spent a small eternity in Jean’s bed before your eyes opened again. When you awoke, he was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed with the kitten in his arms. She was ready to play, striped tail swishing as he dangled a toy mouse just out of her reach.

          “What time is it?” You stretched, suddenly all too aware that you were still very naked beneath the sheets.

          “It’s only eight, everyone else is still asleep aside from Mikasa who actually went for a run in the fucking snow.”

          Jean smiled, hair tucked behind his ears, and you felt your heart skip a beat as you realized just how madly in love with him you were. You always aimed to make him smile, to hear him laugh, but to see him gazing at you in the morning sun with pure adoration shining in his hazel eyes had you practically melting into the bed.

          “I meant what I said last night, you know,” he said, turning the kitten loose to run across the bed.

          “You said a lot of things last night, daddy,” you teased, watching his cheeks turn a pretty pink at the mention of that name.

          “I meant about you never spending another holiday alone. Because, you know, I’d like to…” he trailed off, rubbing at the back of his neck like he was genuinely nervous.

          You sat up, running a hand down his arm before kissing at his shoulder, momentarily getting lost in the smell and feel of him.

          “Yeah, I’d like that.”

          No one was surprised that the two of you, and the kitten, spent every single holiday together thereafter, mostly naked, and always smiling.

[zafirosreverie]

Must be the eyes (Teacher!Agatha x Fem!Student!Reader) part 5

(Part 1) (Part 2) (part 3) (part 4)

a/n: I’m sorry if this is a little rushed, i did what i could with my laptop freezing at all times.

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You jumped when your phone beeped with a message. You quickly grabbed it from the bed, where you had carelessly thrown it. It was from Nick.

"Meet me in the lobby”

You frowned slightly. What could he want at this hour? Probably tease you a little more. You rolled your eyes fondly.

During the whole tour, he hadn’t been able to tease you as usual. From the moment the two of you caught up with the group, your teacher's hand was firmly positioned on your lower back and when you entered the library, she was never too far away, so any joke Nick might have made would have reached her ears. And during dinner, the teachers' table had been right behind yours, conveniently.

"I'll be there in 5" you answered quickly, before putting the phone in the pocket of your shorts and smoothing your shirt again. You tied your hair in a messy bun and grabbed your purse. You didn't want to pay attention to the way your pulse was racing, or the voice in your head telling you that you were going on a date.

Because no, you were definitely not going on a date!

"Oh, are you ready?" asked a voice from the bathroom door.

For a moment you had forgotten about the other person in the room (well, not about her, but that she was there at the time). You turned to see your teacher leaning against the doorframe, in dark pants and a three-quarter-sleeve blouse. She looked so casual, so relaxed. It was a beautiful sight.

"Umm y-yeah" you stuttered "I'll wait for you downstairs. I'm going to the lobby with Nick" you explained

"Jadu?" Agatha frowned, quickly feeling a twinge of jealousy "Mister Jadu should already be in his room" she said.

"W-well, I'm sure he'll be soon, he just wanted to tell me something. Could be important" you said nervously.

It was strange how the woman could change her attitude so quickly. A few seconds ago she had been so relaxed, as if the two of you had been living together for a long time (you blushed at the thought. You did not live together!) And now, she was the living image of a beast about to attack.

"Fine" she said after looking at you for a few more moments "I'll catch up to you there"

You nodded quickly and left the room in a hurry. As much as you wanted to, now you couldn't turn a blind eye, you knew Nick was right. Harkness was acting weird.

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Agatha sighed when the door closed behind you. She mentally cursed herself for scaring you like this. She shouldn't be jealous of you, she shouldn't want to control what's going on around you, and she shouldn't want to be by your side for as long as possible.

Shouldn’t. It was a word that she had been repeating many times in the last three days.

"Maybe, I shouldn't have done all of this" she murmured.

The original plan was simple: take you to Salem, see you happy, go back, keep seeing you from afar through the hallways of the school, the end. But you had managed to complicate everything from the moment you were late, making her panic.

Then you had fallen asleep on her, making her feel nervous, you had managed to be sacrificed as an offering for her, sharing a room and making her doubt her own self-control, then you had gotten into her dreams, making her do things that she really didn't want to think about right now (there was no time for another trip to the bathroom, thank you very much) and now you were simply torturing her, rubbing in her face everything you could do with that little friend of yours that you couldn't do with her, making her feel terribly jealous of something that didn't even belong to her.

And still, she couldn't help but want to be close to you. She wasn't blind, she knew exactly how you felt about her, and even though she was still struggling with morality and shit, she also wanted to see where all of this took you both.

"Well, nowhere if I don't hurry up" she murmured, taking her purse and leaving the room.

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"Sooooo" Nick smiled at you, making you roll your eyes for the fifth time in the last five minutes.

"It’s not a date" you said for the third time "She will only take me to the antique store because it isn’t on the itinerary"

"How strange" he said sarcastically "I don't remember hearing her invitation ... Oh wait! She didn't invite us! She will only take her favorite student, with whom she shares a room, and from whom she hasn’t taken her eyes off, to a night walk through the city, so that you can visit a store that you wanted so much to go to. Yes, totally not a date" he rolled his eyes

"Well, I can ask her to let you come with us if you want" you said, blushing

"No, no" he laughed "I'm not going to piss off the kraken"

"Nick"

"I'm serious. I mean, I don't get along with her as well as you do, princess, but I want to think that I'm not on her list of students to murder. And something tells me that being a third wheel in her, 'not a date', would make me top that list" he laughed "so no, thanks, but no thanks princess"

"You are exaggerating, you know?" you laughed

"Yes yes, you call it exaggeration, I call it knowing how to choose my battles. And believe me, we all know that making Harkness angry is a losing battle and a suicidal desire"

"You make her sound like a serial killer" you rolled your eyes

"You never know" he shrugged "talking about the queen of Rome, here she comes" he told you in a low voice, subtly pointing to someone behind you.

You turned to see the brunette walking towards you with a smile that seemed a bit forced. You couldn't help but notice the sway of her hips.

"Well, I better go" Nick whispered "don't forget to bring me something" he winked at you.

She saw him rush past the older woman, giving her a little goodnight, which she only answered with a slight nod of the head. 

You saw your best friend disappear into the elevator, before paying attention to the woman in front of you.

"Everything alright?" she asked

"Y-yes Miss Harkness" you said

"So, was it important?" she pressed

"What?" you frowned confused

"The matter why you had to meet him here" she said she "didn't you say it might be important?"

You blinked a little at that. You hadn't thought that she really cared about what you said. It was a pleasant surprise, truth be told, it made you feel special and warmed your cheeks.

"Well he just wanted to make sure i bought him something" you lied.

The woman didn’t seem convinced, but she didn't say anything more on the subject. Smiling, she offered you her arm.

"Then we better go" she said she "we must find something for Mister Jadu, right?"

You giggled at that before nodding and, against your better judgment, you entwined your arm through hers.

Agatha smiled at this, unable to help but feel butterflies in her stomach, a quite refreshing and welcome feeling after the hot wave of jealousy that had washed over her when she stepped off the elevator and saw you so close to Nicholas.

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You tried to ignore the blush that was spreading across your face and neck when you walked into the store. You had thought that maybe you would take a taxi or something, but the brunette had told you that the store was not far away, so there was no point in taking a taxi when you were perfectly capable of walking there.

What she hadn't told you was that she wasn't going to let go of you. Sure, you linked your arm with hers, but you thought she would let you go when you got into a taxi. You didn't expect to find yourself walking to an antique store, arms intertwined with your crush, at night.

"How romantic" you thought sarcastically. Well, you could at least tell Nick that it was definitely not a date.

Your train of thought, however, stopped the moment you took a look at the shelves. There were old books, antique dolls, lamps, clocks, paintings, chairs, statues, among other things. You felt like a little girl in a toy store.

Agatha smiled at your look of astonishment. Your lips were slightly parted, you weren’t blinking and your eyes had a special shine that the brunette had never seen. Almost like a girl looking at the presents under the tree on Christmas day.

You looked so cute that she didn't care that you let go of her arm to get deeper and deeper into the place (although she immediately missed your warmth). She followed you carefully, not wanting to miss out on any of your reactions to the artifacts in front of you.

"I had one of those when I was little" you said suddenly, pointing to a beautiful porcelain doll.

Agatha looked at it for a moment. It had white skin, with black curlers tied in a half ponytail and a large purple bow. The dress, although worn and a bit dirty, still retained a bit of its purple color and the elegance of its original design.

But it was her face that had caught your attention the most. She had flushed cheeks, red lips (albeit a bit faded), and long eyelashes. And her eyes...her eyes were two big beautiful blue orbs.

"She looks like you" you said, smiling at the woman next to you

Agatha was a bit surprised and felt a rush of nerves when you stepped closer to her so she could see the doll better. It was true, it looked a bit like her.

"I guess so" she smiled at you

"I like her" you whispered.

The woman gasped silently, looking at you intently. You weren't looking at her, but at the doll in your hands, but something inside her, maybe a selfish part of her, told her that you were talking about her. And for the sake of her heart, she would hold on to that belief, regardless of your next words:

"T-the doll" you clarified quickly, cursing you for being so clumsy "I like the doll" you said, smiling nervously at her.

"Why?" she asked "Most people find them creepy”

“I don’t know” you shrugged “Must be the eyes” you smiled.

Agatha smiled back at you, but she didn't say anything. Suddenly feeling very exposed under her gaze, you set the doll back in place, before turning awkwardly to continue staring at the other shelves.

"Aren't you going to buy her?" the brunette asked, making you look at her again

"...no" you said "She’s beautiful, but too expensive for me. I prefer to save a little for other things that we can find in the following tours. It wouldn’t be smart of me to spend all my money on the third day, right?" you joked lightly.

Agatha however, noticed the look you gave the doll before turning around. You wanted it, of that she was sure.

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"My grandmother had one of those" you laughed

"Well, your grandmother had good taste then" replied the brunette, holding the locket in front of you.

"I suppose there is a certain beauty in it" you admitted, taking it carefully, smiling when the woman winked at you.

"Old is beautiful, Y/N" she said

"Much" you smiled and winked at her. You both knew that you weren't exactly talking about the necklace in your hands.

In the hour and a half that you had been there, something had changed between the two of you. It had started with something subtle, probably since the moment you said you liked the doll that reminded you of your teacher, but then it was an innocent comment about how beautiful a brooch looked in her, a hand on your back encouraging you to try on a necklace, a warm breath on your neck as she approached you from behind to see books over your shoulder. And without realizing it, you had been exchanging somewhat flirtatious comments with the older woman.

Nothing serious, you told yourself, but enough to feel like your relationship had changed. As if you had become closer.

"Well, I think I have everything" you said, separating a little from her

"Are you sure?" she told you "What about the gift for Mr. Jadu?"

"Here" you smiled, showing her the quartz necklace that you had chosen for your best friend.

"Excellent" she said to you "Why don't you pay and wait for me outside?

You shrugged and watched her get lost between the shelves. You paid for your things and left the store, shaking a little. It wasn't cold, but you needed a bubbly presence by your side.

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The next morning, there was no sign of the older woman. You frowned at that, but you guessed that she had simply gotten up before you, she was probably already in the dining room or waking up the rest of your classmates for breakfast.

You took a moment to remember the night before and how special it had made you feel. Too bad the spell had been broken as soon as you left the store.

You had asked her what was in the box she came out with, but she hadn't answered. In fact, she hadn't spoken to you the entire way back to the hotel. It was weird, but you hadn't minded because she had re-entwined her arm with yours anyway, so you were sure she wasn't upset with you.

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"So how was the no date?" Nick asked, immediately after sitting down across from you

"Great, they had very interesting things" you said

"Oh come on Y/N, give me the juicy details"

"There are no 'juicy details' Nick" you rolled your eyes "as you said yourself, it was not a date. We just went to an antique store and voila"

"Liar" he said "there had to be something! She took you by the hand? She pushed you against a shelf and kissed you?"

"Nick!" you hit him on the head

"Ouch" he said "Hey, don't be so aggressive"

"Don't be such an idiot" you said "Nothing happened. Period"

"Okay" he sighed in defeat "did you at least bring me something?"

"Yes, but I don't think you deserve it" you said

"Oh, come on!" he groaned "You don't give me juicy details and you’re also going to take my gift from me? Dark magic is corrupting you, Y/L/N"

You laughed at that, almost spitting out the juice you were drinking.

"You are an idiot" you said

"But?" he smiled at you and raised an eyebrow

You rolled your eyes "But, you are MY idiot" you said. You took the quartz necklace out of your pocket and threw it at him "Here, cry baby"

"Woah" he said, catching it in midair "Awesome, a rose quartz! Thank you princess"

"Yes, yes, you're welcome" you said "now, be a good slave and bring me more fruit, will you?"

"Right away, my lady" he winked at you and stood up.

You were so busy laughing at him, you didn't notice the brunette behind you getting up and leaving the dining room quickly.

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Agatha felt her hands shaking as she placed the package on your bed. She wasn't sure if she should, maybe she was crossing a line, maybe she had misinterpreted the signals. But last night she had seen a side of you that she didn’t know.

In that store, you had stopped being the tender and shy student who was always nervous for the presence of her teacher, and you were transformed into a playful and flirtatious creature that had made her legs tremble.

She hadn't expected you to flirt back, but she loved it and now she wanted more.

"But this" she whispered, looking at the gift on your bed "Will it be too much?"

She was breaking the agreement that she had made with herself. It was not night, and only the nights belonged to her. Leaving you a gift in broad daylight was against the rules.

Fortunately, Agatha Harkness was a woman who made her own rules.

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You opened the door to your room quickly, counting in your mind the seconds it took. You were only back for a pair of sunglasses and your wallet. You were about to leave again when you noticed the box on your bed.

"What is this?" you murmured, moving closer to it.

How did you not notice a box in the middle of your bed as soon as you entered? You didn’t know.

You took the card that was on top of the box, blushing immediately when you recognized the fine handwriting.

"You keep surprising me with your ability to love broken creatures, Miss Y/L/N, but I suppose you're right. It must be the eyes -A.H."

You opened the box and couldn't help but smile as a familiar warmth ran through you and butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

A pair of glass blue eyes stared at you as you hugged the doll and you wished you could hug the woman who looked like her too.

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[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Pairing: John Wick x fem. Reader

Warnings: fluff

You were in the basement, trying to reach the highest shelf where the wrapping paper was stored.

“Ugh…” you groaned.

“Need help?” you turned your head towards John who was standing in the door. You didn’t even hear him coming home.

“Someone put the wrapping paper out of my reach,” you narrowed your eyes and he chuckled before he walked over to you. He kissed your nose before he effortlessly reached for the box with the wrapping paper and bows and stuff.

“Maybe that someone likes watching you while you try to reach the highest shelf,” he said, slapping your ass lightly before he walked out of the room.

You rolled your eyes, a small smile sneaking to your lips as you followed him upstairs.

Christmas was getting closer and closer and it was time to wrap the presents.

The things you bought for John were already wrapped and under the tree. You never made the mistake of wrapping them yourselves after that first year, when you caught him snooping for gifts like a five year old.

John Wick was the man you wanted to grow old with, and you loved him more than you ever thought you were able to love someone.

“Need help?” he asked as you sat down on your bed, the various gifts spread out all over the bedroom.

“Always,” you smiled, kissing him softly as you opened the box he had set down next to the bed.

Christmas music was playing from downstairs, a scent of cinnamon, apple and vanilla floating through the house. It felt like christmas. You had wrapped most presents and were now watching John as he struggled with wrapping the Lego Set you had bought for your niece. She was really into Star Wars lately so John had bought her the dead star. Of course he had.

John Wick was perfect in almost everything.

Gift wrapping wasn’t one of those things.

He sighed after he had managed to glue himself to the wrapping paper and you giggled.

“Do you need my help now?” you asked and he nodded defeated.

You helped him out of his misery before you explained to him how to wrap the box and he listened to every word.

“Are you sure you bought that thing for Katie?”

“Well she will need her uncle John’s help,” he shrugged and you put your arms around him, kissing his cheek. He chased after your lips, his arms now around you as he pulled you against him. He let himself fall back against the bed, pulling you with him and you both laughed.

“I really love you Mr. Wick,” you whispered and he smiled.

“I really love you, Mrs. Wick,” he whispered back before he kissed you.

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[iced-nct]

Christmas Morning With Dream

Mark:

-up at the ass crack of dawn to rain terror upon your sleeping self

-“WAKE UP. BE MORE EXCITED.” Is basically dragging you down the stairs

-“It took me WEEKS to figure out what to get you”

-god awful at wrapping. It’s either in a bag or looks like a disaster of tape and paper

-goes way over the budget you both set

-barely remembers what he got you because it’s been so long so he’s just as excited as you are when you open it

Jeno:

-gets up on his own damn time and you have to live with that.

-can’t wrap so he made Chenle do all the gift wrapping for him

-has to eat breakfast before opening presents otherwise he’ll be tired and grouchy

-“you look so cute when you’re excited”

-wants you to open everything he got you before he starts opening his because he loves watching how your face lights up

-“the best present you could ever get me is yourself” ;)

Jaemin:

-up at promptly 7am to make coffee to wake you up

-sits there sipping his coffee like the ‘all knowing proud mom’ because he knows you’re going to love your gift

-remembered that oddly specific thing you mentioned wanting like 8 months ago and got it for you

-has decent wrapping skills, but you still have to cut through layers of tape.

-another one who believes the budget is merely a “suggestion”

-“as long as you love it and love me, who cares how much I spent????”

Haechan:

-“I know it’s 12am, but technically it’s Christmas morning now.”

-has been sitting downstairs staring at the presents under the tree since 4am waiting for you

-instead of one big present he divided your gift into a bunch of small things that have meanings to both of you

-put the tiny objects in at least 5 boxes, wrapped each box and put them inside each other to make it more time consuming to open because he’s a little shit

-“do you need me to get the scissors to help you” *wheeze laugh*

-enjoys watching you struggle more than his own Christmas gifts

Renjun:

-“if you wake me before 11, there will be hell to pay.”

-fuzzy slippers, fuzzy robe, and a cup of coffee and then he’s ready to open gifts (only a little bit of a grinch because it’s 10am)

-definitely more excited than he lets on, and he LOVES watching how excited you are

-“I can’t believe you got me this!”

-just in absolute shock that someone listens to him and knows him well enough to get him meaningful Christmas gifts

-“I’m so fortunate to love you.” *mwah!*

Chenle:

-handed you the Christmas Day schedule last night and set the alarm for 6am

-has breakfast ready by the time you come downstairs at 6:05 to pick at while you exchange gifts

-an absolute GOD of wrapping gifts. Seriously each one is wrapped perfectly with a silk ribbon tied around it into a bow

-“i hope you like what I got you. I definitely asked for some advice”

-he got you jewelry, but not in a tacky overdone way. In a very elegant and wearable way. Just dainty chains and simple rings you can wear with anything

-“stop crying we’re behind schedule. Your cry time was penciled in for after lunch” ;)

Jisung:

-*poke* “get up it’s Christmas”

-put a bow on his head and called himself a present

-cannot wrap anything to save his life, so he just didn’t, he pulls your gift out of his pocket

-a small pair of small amethyst earrings and a matching pendant

-“it’s my birthstone. So you can have a piece of me even when we’re apart. The lady at the store said it was romantic. I don’t know it’s probably stupid if you don’t like it I can-“

-having to cut him off with kisses and assuring him you love the thoughtful gift.

[inspiredwriter]

Morning pastime before the holiday

Hi dears, this is my first time. I wanted to post something new in honor of the first day of winter

Leonardo/Manami Sakurai

• He will be awakened from sleep by the pleasant smell of Christmas baking

• She wants to bake apples in caramel

• A red apple is so similar to a heart symbolizing love🍎💙

• But they ran out of caramel and cinnamon, and to find them, you need to rise to the surface

• And it's also a great excuse to take a walk with your girlfriend around the city on a snowy day

• She considers kisses under the snow to be the most romantic thing on the eve of the holiday💘❄

Raphael/Candy London

• She will unsuccessfully try to wake up her green Santa

• Yesterday he ate too many cookies with milk and can't move🍪🥛

• It is not known if he will be able to carry his heavy bag of gifts after that

• Morning kisses will probably help him cheer up💋✨

• He will sulk because he doesn't want to kiss until the evening under the mistletoe.

• But he doesn't mind giving her a ride on his black sleigh called a motorcycle😏🔥

Donatello/April O'Neil

• He will wake up, but only if she plays his favorite Christmas music for him📱🎶

• Then he will move in bed for a while, hugging his girlfriend

• He will snort like he wants to sing along😍😚

• But now is not the time for Christmas lullabies, because it's time to decorate the Christmas tree🎄

• But first, she will decorate the scientific equipment on his shell with Christmas balls

• He will make a wreath of colorful tinsel for her🎉

• She will stick mistletoe to his forehead and kiss him on the lips to show how much she loves to play with him.

Michelangelo/Anastasia O'Neill

• She will wake up from the fact that this Mr. Sandman will kiss her on the back of the head and hug her🧡✨

• Unlike Raph, he wants to give her kisses before the holiday

• It's nice when you have good dreams, but it's time to wrap presents🎁

• She will put a little bow on his head when they doing it🎀

• After all, according to tradition, every person wants for Christmas what he loves the most💌💝

• Only this gift needs to be fed with Christmas sweets all the time

• They hide in a gift box and jump out of there when someone enter their room📦🎊

Casey Jones/Karai

• In the morning he will put on his freshly laundered party socks🧦

• It's too cold today for a frail girl in his house in a ninja outfit

• She will call him an idiot, but she will still accept fluffy red tights from him as a gift.

• This is a good excuse to drink a glass of champagne🍾🥂

• He secretly pours sake into it for his tsundere-chan🥃

• When she finally loses her head, he will get her heart and all of her🖤💕

• He will have time to caress her before she falls asleep on his lap😈💋

(🎄Congratulation!🎊)

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