#yuletide 2023

[wolfsbanesparks]

Yuletide 2023

Hey y'all!

So I have (perhaps foolishly) been thinking about doing the Yuletide fic exchange again this year and thought that I should share it with all of you!

What is it?

Yuletide is a multi-fandom fic exchange that takes place every year around the holidays. It's for small fandoms with less than 1000 completed fics on AO3. (Find out if your favorite fandom is eligible here!)

When is it?

Nominations are open now! If you are a part of an eligible fandom you have until Thursday September 28 to nominate them. It's very simple, just list the fandom's name and up to four characters from that fandom you would like to see in a fic. You can nominate up to four fandoms if you have multiple that fit the criteria!

Sign-ups to participate happen October 13-21, where you can list which of the eligible fandoms you would like to write for (and which ones you would like your own gift to be from!) Once you're matched up you will have until December 18 to finish your fic!

If you want to know more about Yuletide and how it works go here!

I had a lot of fun doing this exchange last year and would love to have more people join us this year!

EDIT: Here's the link to the rules on AO3 for anyone who isn't sure how to navigate Dreamwidth.

[theres-a-goldensky]

Ai Di / Chen Yi fic - Kiseki: Dear To Me

I finally get to show you the stories I wrote for Yuletide! Here is the first one:

Title: Find My Way Back To You

Fandom: Kiseki: Dear To Me Pairing: Ai Di / Chen Yi Rating: Explicit Length: ~8500 words Tags: post-prison, second first time, missing scenes, Chen Yi chasing Ai Di, Ai Di & Zong Yi friendship, pining

1/2/24 - Modified and added to the sex scene.

Excerpt:

He spent the next few weeks either down in Taichung at Zong Yi’s bakery or in his own bar putting together inventory lists, planning themed nights, and meeting the customers. Some he remembered from before he went away, but some were new faces.

There was one face in the crowd that was annoyingly familiar though. Chen Yi hadn’t taken the hint when Ai Di told him he wasn’t welcomed there. He showed up most nights. He sat at the bar, drank seltzer with lime, and watched Ai Di.

Ai Di knew from Xiao Jie, who was determined to keep him updated on Chen Yi no matter how many times Ai Di told him he didn’t care, that Chen Yi rarely drank anymore. Ai Di had ignored the flash of hurt that information caused him – apparently their drunken night together was so horrible that Chen Yi gave up alcohol to avoid making that mistake again.

So Chen Yi sat at the bar completely sober, ignoring any brave soul who tried to hit on him – not that Ai Di cared – and stared at Ai Di all night. The bar was tiny, but Ai Di did his best to stay on the other side of it whenever he was there. Chen Yi didn’t try to talk to him after their fight on masquerade night, but his piercing stare was louder than any shouting could be.

Find My Way Back To You

[liminal-zone]

where there is love it is never truly dark

fic link: hell is murky (for none can call our power to account)

fandom: LOTR, The Rings of Power | ship: Elrond/Durin/Disa

Rated: M | tagged: angst, threesome, bittersweet

summary: When Elrond looks back at this time, when he speaks of it, he wonders when it was first the ring of power sensed their bond, and began to covet it.

Or, an elven princeling falls for a dwarven prince and his princess on the precipice of tragedy.

Written for the Yuletide 2023 for Jarakrisafis

excerpt:

*

When Elrond looks back at this time, when he speaks of it, he wonders when it was first the ring of power sensed their bond, and began to covet it.

*

They lead him blindfolded into the dark depths of the mountain, with wandering hands making the hedonist journey delightful. It’s against a newly discovered mithril vein that Durin sucks his cock and Disa holds him. “Let the rock listen to you moan,” she croons. “Sing to the mountain with your desire.”

In the frenzy, the blindfold slips but he can’t see anything anyway, the darkness so deep. Darker than blackest ink. His sense of touch almost too much, almost too sensitive. But they’re warm and they’re alive and they’re his and they love him. His desire, yet another treasure for them to dig for, to share. They will pull what they want out of him, and he cannot deny them.

“What if we keep you down here,” Durin growls, easily guiding Elrond’s face between Disa’s legs, helping him find her already tasting of the sea and mingled desire. “Locked under stone for us to find and for us to take over and over again.” He chuckles as Elrond shivers under the firm grip of Durin’s hand and Disa’s thighs. “Would you like that? To be ours forever?”

His answer is in action, the movement of his skilled tongue. Disa wails into the darkness, Elrond knowing her needs so well. Her hand reaches for his hair, tearing at it. Urging him on, wishing him strength renewed.

He does not come up for air till she is a quivering mess, desperate for recovery before she can feel her pleasure again. Her words are broken in her mouth, and beautiful to his ears.

Durin is on him immediately, and does not let him rest. A ferocity matched only by Elrond’s willingness. The prince rips from him unknowable levels of pleasure. Elrond feels as if he’s made of a raging flame, coming again as Durin’s buried inside him. A joy unnatural. Is he a creature of flesh and blood and great purpose, or is he made for this, for desires met and desires taken?

It is as if the very mountain itself fucking him, claiming him in every hole, marking his skin, holding him down. Ravaging him in the dark. Taking pleasure from him, again, and again, and again, and –

*

What he doesn’t quite remember, for there were more demanding distractions of the flesh: the feel of cold metal on a warm hand, gripping his thigh.

[theroseandthebeast]

Yuletide 2023 Recs, Batch Two

17 recs for Castlevania: Nocturne, The Chronicles of Riddick, Crimson Peak, Critical Role / EXU Calamity, Daisy Jones & The Six, The Devil Went Down To Georgia, Dracula, Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

The Safety of Abstaining, Courteously, Olrox/Original Male Character + Mizrak/Olrox

Love is a dangerous thing for all vampires. It makes them vulnerable. Olrox has had the misfortune of experiencing this first hand. He is not doing that again.

Strange Allies, Olrox/Mizrak + Mizrak/Richter Belmont

Mizrak can’t figure out why Richter Belmont is still alive.

Three Principles, Dame Vaako/Vaako

Society among the Necromongers is cruel and ruthless. Death is the natural order of things, and life is to be endured. This is the story of the man and woman who would become Lord and Dame Vaako. Don't forget: you keep what you kill.

Blood in the Snow, Lucille Sharpe/Thomas Sharpe

Before the house, there was the earth, and the blood.

tempter or the tempted, Asmodeus the Lord of the Nine Hells/Zerxus Ilerez

“The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?” - William Shakespeare Zerxus won't give up trying to save Asmodeus. Asmodeus won't stop trying to damn Zerxus.

You Wanna Try That Again?, Billy Dunne/Daisy Jones

There are so many lines in the sand between Daisy and Billy - boundaries they won't cross, words they won't say, urges they won't give into. Right up until they do.

The Devil Went Down to Georgia Station, Gen, The Devil & Johnny

Me, I was just about ready to play the fool myself when the Devil arrived. You see, the sector sheriff had died a little while back, and the spaceways were so infested with bandits that no law-abiding ship dared to fly. The bandits didn't come stop at Georgia Station for a drink and a fiddler either—nobody comes down here unless they've got a resupply contract, for there's only one safe route in. I was feeling my old wanderlust, what with being cooped up in one place for so long, and besides my free meals were getting smaller by the day. That's why, when the Devil came sauntering into the station's only saloon and slid into the booth across from me, bringing out her fiddle from Devil-knows-where, I listened when she made me a deal.

The Calm before the Storm, Gen, The Captain of the Demeter

The Demeter's log was not the only tale of note to be found upon the ship.

Sanguine, Gen, John Seward

John is having bad dreams. Most of all, he dreams that Quincey might not be as dead as everyone thinks he is.

Into That, Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar

Edgin returns the Helmet of Disjunction. Xenk rewards him.

Not Certainty, But Hope, Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar

In which Xenk proposes. "I'm sorry, but I'm going to need you to repeat that," Edgin said. "I have come here to ask your hand in marriage," Xenk said in that annoyingly calm voice, like dropping in on someone at their local pub and asking them to marry you was just like popping next door and asking for a cup of sugar from the neighbor, "that we might infiltrate a temple of Ilmater and discover the means by which so many happy couples have disappeared."

Deception Check, Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar

Ed had lied a lot. Did lie a lot. There was a lot of lying, was his point. But the trouble and the lying did not typically involve Xenk Yendar, and this was proving to be the problem. (or, Edgin Darvis attempts to lie and rolls a one.)

Legends & Lore, Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar

Xenk gets truth potioned and doesn't say anything interesting at all.

Ink of the Covenant, Gen, Edgin Darvis & Holga Kilgore

Holga and Edgin get drunk. Edgin gets a tattoo. Standard 8th day in Targos, really.

it's a (fake) love story, baby (just say yes), Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar

“Back up,” Edgin said. “Explain how that’s connected to me going with you to a wedding.”

Perception Check (Roll for Romance), Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar

"I bet Xenk fucks like a metronome, too. You know." Holga makes a highly suggestive, repetitive gesture. "In, out. In, out. No variation. Same exact rhythm every time. Boring." Edgin stares at her, torn between horror and fascination. "You've really thought about this, huh?" (So has he. Unfortunately.)

you'll find us in the meadowland, Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar

Xenk let himself in with a slow turn of his key in the lock. The obedient door let out not a solitary creak or groan. It had better not; he plied the thing with oil as often as he cleaned any of his gear. There was a little moonlight seeping in through the window - enough to see the shape of the man rifling through his things. He was standing at Xenk’s desk, tucked into the corner and lined by shelves stacked with holy texts. Not his most valuable, of course - he wouldn’t be so careless as to keep the most precious of his collection here - but any one of them would feed a hungry man for a few days, at least. And yet this man wasn’t hungry, and he was no ordinary thief. Xenk judged this not only by the strong slope of his shoulders and broad back and the fine weave of his coat but also by the fact that he had recently been awarded the highest honours the Lord of Neverwinter could bestow. No, Edgin could want for nothing; even he could not have spent his rewards so quickly. There was only one explanation. This was an affliction of the soul.

[kaydeefalls]

Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar Characters: Edgin Darvis, Xenk Yendar, Holga Kilgore, Kira Darvis Additional Tags: the mortifying ordeal of crushing on the most irritating person you know, Romantic Comedy, Post-Canon, Non-Explicit Sex, crossdressing for disguise purposes, Humor, Hijinks & Shenanigans Summary:

"I bet Xenk fucks like a metronome, too. You know." Holga makes a highly suggestive, repetitive gesture. "In, out. In, out. No variation. Same exact rhythm every time. Boring."

Edgin stares at her, torn between horror and fascination. "You've really thought about this, huh?"

(So has he. Unfortunately.)

[diana-fortyseven]

Mature, Mission Fic, Murder Mystery, Undercover as a Couple

A murder mystery event in Thornbridge Manor is the perfect opportunity for Agent 47 and Diana Burnwood to complete the contract on their target's life. The evening ends with more murder and more mystery than expected.

[howlingmoonrise]

yuletide author reveals are here! which means i can finally post this on tumblr 😎 the pairing is carolyn fry/riddick but it can be taken as gen or romantic.

Enjoy!

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Summary:

Riddick’s always liked an opponent he can understand. And he understands death very, very well.

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Read on AO3

Read on FFN

[fwoopersongs]

I AM BACK!!!!!

With 17 poems translated and a story written out of them too.

Here is 11k (poetry translation inclusive) on the Tang Dynasty poet, Li He (790 to 816), written for Yuletide 2023.

In the next couple of posts over this month, I will be trying a new way of presenting poems that I've only thought about but never ventured into. What I did for this fanfic project was what finally inspired me to go for it \o/ It's going to be fun and rambly, and I'm super looking forward to it.

[hastingsfondgaze]

Yahoo, a new Hastings/Poirot fic for Yuletide!

(I have not read it yet!)

[strange-destinations]

Yuletide reveals have happened - I can now admit to writing this! (if you've been following me and my recent headfirst dive into Ethersea, then it may not come as much of a surprise.) Enjoy 3 chapters and 17k words of Devo not enjoying the Coriolis's latest mission. ft. childhood trauma, Zoox mindmelding with angry megafauna, and Amber struggling to be vaguely nice. For once.

[rallamajoop]

Happy new year, everyone! Surprising probably none of you, I spent the week before Christmas bashing out a last-minute yuletide treat for yet another semi-obscure very-gay-vampire-canon ‒ the wonderfully ridiculous, wonderfully 80's movie, The Lost Boys.

NC-17, 6,828 words

"You can't beat Max with his own blood in your veins," says David, beginning to close the distance between them once more. "So you do it with mine." This makes no sense to Michael. "Bit late for that, isn't it? His blood's already in me." "Not," says David, "if I suck it all out of you first." In his voice, this reasonable suggestion sounds positively filthy.

I wasn't organised enough to actually sign-up for Yuletide this year, but having rewatched the film lately (and come away with a whole new appreciation for it), seeing so many Yuletide requests was the perfect excuse to write something! I mean, sure, no-one had exactly requested the further-adventures-of-perpetual-half-vampire!Michael-fic that I already wanted an excuse to write (terribly inconsiderate really!) but... huh, csi_sanders1129 has a request for something about Michael willingly giving in to the vampires? I might just have an idea for how to make that happen... >D

[ikilledyvette]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Only Murders in the Building Rating: Teen and up Relationships: Mabel Mora/Theo Dimas Characters: Mabel Mora, Theo Dimas Additional Tags: Character Study, Post Season 3, Roommates, Communication, Getting Together, Dreams, Technically Canon Divergent, But Only Barely Summary:

She dreams of puzzle pieces again, that first night at Theo’s.

(Mabel and Theo as roommates, figuring it out.)

[theres-a-goldensky]

Kawi / Pisaeng - By My Favorite fic

Here is my second Yuletide offering of the year!

Title: Foregone Conclusion

Fandom: Be My Favorite Pairing: Kawi / Pisaeng Rating: Mature Length: ~7400 words Tags: post-series, the final timeline, Kawi is trying his best, Pisaeng is our patient king

Excerpt:

He blanched. “I’m disgusting. I have to take a shower.” He stumbled out of the bed, and when he turned around, Pisaeng was on his side with his elbow on the mattress and his head resting on his hand watching Kawi.

Kawi realized that he was completely naked and squeaked, grabbing a pillow and covering himself. “Stop looking!” he demanded.

Pisaeng just smiled and said, “You’re so cute.”

“I’m naked!” Kawi shouted.

Pisaeng gave him a long once-over that made him clutch the pillow tighter. “Mmm, I know.”

“So close your eyes!” 

He edged his way around the bed, careful to keep the pillow protecting him. Pisaeng’s body shifted to follow Kawi’s movements like a paperclip drawn to a magnet.

“We just had sex,” Pisaeng answered.

Kawi’s face burned, and he covered it with his hands, realizing too late that he had to drop the pillow to do so. He dove down to retrieve it and shuffled backwards towards the bathroom.

Pisaeng chuckled, and his gaze was so fond that Kawi felt his blush get impossibly brighter.

Foregone Conclusion

[liminal-zone]

why did they keep her alive

fic link: dissolved girl

fandom: the matrix | ship: trinity/neo

rated: M | tagged: body horror, cyborgs, bittersweet

summary: What if Trinity came back wrong? A post-Matrix Resurrections fic about what happens if the body was rebuilt again, and again, and again, and in the remaking, became something new.

Written as a Yuletide 2023 treat for Thene

excerpt:

*

Neo helps her learn this new body of hers. Trying exercise after exercise, incremental ways of understanding the flesh married to metal.

His body is strange too, of course, having been rebuilt in the same tank. But he can eat the same, and he can sleep the same, and he can fuck the same.

They try fucking, of course they do, but she’s different and unsure of herself. Doesn’t want to break the remaining living flesh, and doesn’t want to break him.

“I’m barely human,” she says.

“You’re Trinity,” is his response. His eyes so wide and trusting. “That’s all that matters.”

*

Sex in the Matrix, of course, is spectacular. There, she finds new desires to meet and higher pleasures to reach in his arms, from his tongue and fingers and dick, and in the wilds of their twinned imaginations met by impossible power.

She can make him come just by fussing with his code, and he can spend a year between her legs until there are only fragments of her left to coax back together. She can edge him till his sobs cause earthquakes, and he can bring her to such ecstasy that the entire Matrix blinks out for a nanosecond.

Their passion is strange and dangerous for they are strange and dangerous.

They have a mission, of course, but it’s been decades and she is a woman starved for him.

*

She does not remember dying for him. It’s the added horror that her memory is up to her last visit to the Matrix before they left to end Smith. She does not remember Bane, nor fleeing the sentinel army, nor being the only living human in centuries to see the real sun, nor dying. Pinned to the Logos floor like a precious butterfly, her agony masked to keep Neo focused.

“It was grief beyond imagining,” he tells her. “You died and there was nothing I could do. I had nothing to live for. It was all over.”

She holds him, and listens to him speak, listens to the remaining sobs that have been caught inside him for decades. She wonders at this Trinity she never was, the one who bled out in the machine city. The one who was pried out of there by someone, or someones, to use as future leverage.

She loves her too, that little slice of her that was true and was her. She feels such fond affection for her, the woman who was Trinity in the last few hours that her body was mostly human.

She doesn’t know, for Neo doesn’t think to tell her, that Trinity’s last words were a demand.

“Kiss me,” she had said. “Once more. Kiss me.”

[theroseandthebeast]

Yuletide 2023 Recs, Batch One

the most wonderful time of the year is here again!

16 recs for 11th CE RPF/Crusader Kings 3, The Addams Family, Ancient Egyptian RPF, Aquaman, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, Barbie the Movie, The Bear, Beyond Evil, Black Books, and The Black Tapes

Matilda di Canossa Presents: Succession Planning for Dummies, Gen, Matilde di Canossa | Matilda of Tuscany

It’s always, “dear God in heaven, Matilda, how could you have eaten the pope?” and never “how was eating the pope; did the pope taste good?”

So Nice, Gen, Pubert Addams

Pubert was a different kind of Addams. OR What happens when the golden-haired angelic baby never reverted back to his little moustachioed self.

Beloved of Aten, Amenhotep IV | Akhenaten/Nefertiti of Egypt + Meritaten of Egypt/Smenkhkare of Egypt

Meriaten is beloved. By her parents. By the Aten. All is secure and as is it should be. Her father has revealed the truth of the world. The sun disk that can clearly be seen in the sky is no secret. She is beloved. She speaks the truth of Aten.

daughter of Xebel, Gen, Nereus & Mera

Y'Mera Xebella Challa is a daughter of Xebel before she is anything else.

Happiness is a Warm Gun, Lucy Gray Baird/Coriolanus Snow

"I'm looking out for you, too. I'll find a way," he promises. Coriolanus teaches Lucy Gray to shoot a gun.

saint sebastian, filled with arrows, Lucy Gray Baird/Coriolanus Snow

Coriolanus stares at it. Then he stares at her. She can see his imprecision again, the flicker of something untrustworthy beneath all the gold hair and famous lineage. “What should I do with it?” he asks, pliant, one last bid for direction. Lucy Gray kisses him again. “Come back to me,” she orders. “Do whatever you have to do to come back to me, Coriolanus Snow.” - (Coriolanus Snow wins the 10th annual Hunger Games with the help of his mentor, Lucy Gray Baird.)

Like My Head Against A Board, Allan/Ryan Gosling's Ken

Allan lends a helping hand.

to let the next life off the hook, Margot Robbie's Barbie/Gloria

Barbie’s not the only one who has a past life. When Gloria faces hers, everything changes - for both of them.

to recreate us, Luca/Marcus

After he left Copenhagen, Marcus never thought he'd see Luca again.

maillard reaction, Sydney Adamu/Richard "Richie" Jerimovich

There’s no more restaurant to manage, no more food to cook, and Syd doesn’t really know what to do with her body, except fuck Richie, apparently.

in every heart there is a room, Sydney Adamu/Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto

“Chef,” Carmy says softly, “it’s just for a few hours.” “A few hours?! A single minute of catering brunch is going to make me a suicide risk, Chef!” “I’ll be there with you. Chef.” Sydney doesn’t look like she forgives him, exactly, but her dire expression loosens up, just a little bit. In which Cicero calls in a favor, hollandaise is made, and Sydney makes a promise.

acquired taste, Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto/Luca

Before Copenhagen, there was Chicago.

Heaven Ain't Close in a Place Like This, Han Joo Won/Lee Dong Sik

Chained to a radiator in a warehouse, his lips cracking like tissue paper from lack of water, Han Juwon can admit that he might have fucked up.

Steal Your Breath Away, Han Joo Won/Lee Dong Sik

Han Juwon calls in a veritable litany of favors until he gets what he’s after: Lee Dongsik in handcuffs, alone in an interrogation room.

Three Sheets to the Wind, Manny Bianco/Bernard Black/Fran Katzenjammer

A customer mistakes Fran, Manny, and Bernard for a throuple. They start to wonder if it's true.

Unheard, Unsought For, Or Unseen, Alex Reagan/Richard Strand

Richard Strand has been in love before, of course. He’s not sure he’s ever felt like this. Three moments, throughout the course of working with Miss Alex Reagan on The Black Tapes Podcast, when Richard Strand learns that he is utterly wrong about something he thought he knew.

[20thcenturyvole]

Yuletide reveals are up! I wrote a Goblin Emperor fic:

And I received an absolutely lovely Temeraire fic!