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The KinnPorsche The Series Secret Santa
Welcome to the KPTS Secret Santa! This gift exchange was created to spread the KPTS joy around Christmas :)
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THE KPTS SECRET SANTA 2023 REVEAL POST
Ho Ho Ho!
It’s time to conclude the second edition of the KPTS Secret Santa :)
Hope you’ve all had a lovely holidays and that you’ve enjoyed all the amazing gifts that were posted!
I’d like to give special thanks to @everyforkedroad, @artfreaksmeout, @mightymightygnomepriest, @nuwildcat, & @tinycharliechoo with helping me out as pinch hitters, making sure no one would be left empty handed! Thank you darlings <333
If you’d like, you can still add your works to the AO3 Collection! Just poke me if you do, and I’ll add the link to the Tumblr gift post as well. I’ve just revealed the archive as well. You can also repost your gift(s) to your own Tumblrs now, of course :)
That’s all from me in terms of service announcements, hope to see you all again next year!
-x- Leonie (leetje)
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Are you all ready to find out who your secret santas were? :D
The list is in alphabetical order:
@angsty-violet made a gift for suzteel - gift here
@artfreaksmeout made a gift for thisautistic - gift here
@artfreaksmeout made a gift for wangxian234writes - gift here
@artpo made a gift for mortimerlatrice - gift here
@asylumwise made a gift for wiccawrites - gift here
@camuizuuki made a gift for benkaaoi - gift here
@crumchycow made a gift for shou-jpeg - gift here
@dr-lemurr made a gift for thestarscanalwayslookatus - gift here
@everyforkedroad made a gift for asylumwise - gift here
@everyforkedroad made a gift for nuwildcat - gift here
@fangirlwithoutafandom made a gift for angsty-violet - gift here
@garsideofthemoon made a gift for artpo - gift here
@haahka made a gift for fangirlwithoutafandom - gift here
@jeffsatyr made a gift for justanothervariant - gift here
@justanothervariant made a gift for haahka - gift here
@lady-guts made a gift for camuizuuki - gift here
@mightymightygnomepriest made a gift for dr-lemurr - gift here
@mightymightygnomepriest made a gift for monochrome-crisis - gift here
@mortimerlatrice made a gift for garsideofthemoon - gift here
@no1petesimp made a gift for artfreaksmeout - gift here
@nuwildcat made a gift for everyforkedroad - gift here
@nuwildcat made a gift for lady-guts - gift here
@pareghostic made a gift for the-water-nixie - gift here
@shou-jpeg made a gift for ayansbff - gift here
@shubaka made a gift for xxatlasxx - gift here
@sunshinesanctuary made a gift for lexluthorswigcap - gift here
@suzteel made a gift for tsttoain - gift here & here
@the-cookie-of-doom made a gift for viva-yas-vegas - gift here
@the-water-nixie made a gift for pareghostic - gift here
@thearvariblues made a gift for tinycharliechoo - gift here
@thestarscanalwayslookatus made a gift for shubaka - gift here
@thisautistic made a gift for mightymightygnomepriest - gift here
@tinycharliechoo made a gift for sunshinesanctuary - gift here
@tinycharliechoo made a gift for thearvariblues - gift here
@tsttoain made a gift for jeffsatyr - gift here
@viva-yas-vegas made a gift for the-cookie-of-doom - gift here
@wangxian234writes made a gift for zelenchai - gift here
@wiccawrites made a gift for punchlove-blog - gift here
@wildelydawn made a gift for crumchycow - gift here
@xxatlasxx made a gift for wildelydawn - gift here
@zelenchai made a gift for no1petesimp - gift here
Go forth and shower your santa in some loving!
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THAT’S ALL THE GIFTS SANTA HAS FOR YOU TODAY!
Hope you all enjoy your KPTS-y gifts! Merry Christmas <3
Thank you to everyone who’ve participated, and a SPECIAL thank you to the Christmas Angels that helped me out to make sure everyone got a gift! I couldn’t have done it without you darlings <333
If I’ve made any errors, then please let me know and I’ll fix it asap!
Check back tomorrow, on Boxing Day, for the Big Reveal! :D
Hope you all are not treating your Santa better than Apo treated Jeff in BOC's xmas special last year hehehe.
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Merry Christmas, @sunshinesanctuary!
I hope you like it. I had a lot of fun writing it.
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Now I know what I've found
Another day, another 5 million fucking emails. At least that’s what it felt like. Pete wanted to slam his head down into his desk for what felt like the 3rd time today and he’d only been working for an hour. Most of the time he loved his job but with a high-profile job came high-profile clients with ridiculous demands.
He glanced out of his office window into the hall, grinning slightly as he saw Arm on the phone in his own office, his brow pinched in frustration, looking very close to throwing his phone, and maybe also his laptop out the window. As usual, Pete was unbelievably glad he wasn’t one of the top business consultants at the firm.
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Merry Christmas, @everyforkedroad!
Happy Christmas to everyforkedroad! You put PWP in your ask list and my brain launched into this filth. Apparently I’ve been wanting to write this for a while.
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mine to keep
Porsche takes one more look in the mirror, adjusting the collar of his shirt so that it lays correctly with his uniform vest. It’s fancier than he would ever opt for, but the company he works for has very strict ideas about how a professional should appear. Satisfied with the end product, Porsche steps out into the main cabin, checking one last time to make sure everything is in order.
They have their toughest customer for their flight to London tonight.
Khun Kinn Theerapanyakul.
Porsche has flown with the man a total of five times so far — the most of anyone in his company. Kinn tends to scare off anyone who isn’t made of tougher stuff. It’s not that the man is rude, because he isn’t. He’s tough, exacting, but the level of secrecy and security has made more than one flight attendant uncomfortable.
Between that and the background check, there are only so many that can fly with Kinn.
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Merry Christmas, @dr-lemurr!
Dr-lemurr, it was a pleasure to write this for you. All your prompts were delightful and it was super hard to pick! I hope you have a wonderful festive season, and a wonderful 2024.
TAGS: BigTae, corset, skirt, unrequited feelings, getting together, frotting, blink and you’ll miss it but it is there, handjobs, happy ending, both kinds I guess
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Heartbreak In A Short Skirt
“Ah, Big, there you are! Tae needs your body,” Tankhun cried. Big, who had only just opened the door to his rooms, froze just inside the doorway and stared at Khun Nu in disbelief. He had, for a long time now, dreamed that one day he might be lucky enough to hear something similar, but in his secret daydreams, Tankhun was never there.
“Oh my god,” Tae muttered in English. Big tried not to show how much he liked the sound of the phrase, the way Tae’s voice curled around the words before letting them go. “Khun, that is not what I said!”
Tae rose gracefully from the couch and crossed to stand in front of Big, who tried to keep his face respectfully neutral even while he longed to breathe deeply and lose himself in the heady scent of Tae’s perfume.
“I’m sorry about him,” Tae said, rolling his eyes in Tankhun’s direction before smiling at Big as if they were sharing a secret. As if they were the sort of friends who could share a secret. “What he meant to say was - do you remember last month, you came with Kinn and I to that art gallery?”
“Of course, Khun Tae,” Big replied politely. He wouldn’t have phrased it that way - he’d been working that evening, not accompanying them like a friend or guest, but he did remember the gallery. The exhibition hadn’t been to his taste, but he’d enjoyed the evening anyway.
Big always did, when Tae was there.
“Well, I was showing a friend some of the photos I took that night, and they saw you in them - just, you know, hanging around the artworks, it wasn’t - I didn’t take pictures of you - anyway, the thing is, they’re a fashion designer and they’ve got a launch coming up, and they - well, we - thought you would be the most perfect model for their new line.”
“I see,” Big said carefully. He shot Tankhun a look over the top of Tae’s head, in case he had an Opinion(™) about that, but he just looked bored.
“I said I’d ask you, anyway, and of course you can say no if you don’t want to, only you’d be saving their skin if you said yes.” Tae paused and looked up at him; he looked happier than Big had seen him in a long time. Certainly happier than he’d looked since he’d finally shaken Khun Time loose. “They’re a good friend of mine, so I’d consider it a personal favour.”
“Yes?” Big said. It was closer to a question than he’d meant it to be, but Tae didn’t seem to mind.
“I - oh! Yes?” Tae asked, looking at him eagerly. “Yes, for real? Oh, Big, thank you, I owe you such a massive favour! Whatever you want, just let me know.”
Big thought about the favour he’d really like to ask for, and bit his tongue, and smiled politely. And that was how, with a calm and respectful nod, and his true feelings locked tightly away where no one would ever find them, he became a runway model.
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The show was packed, Big was alarmed to discover, peeking around the curtains that hid the manic, messy, chaotic backstage area. He hastily tugged the curtain back into place and turned to see Tae watching him carefully.
“Are you ok?” Tae asked kindly. “If you have stage fright, you know, you can just look at me. I’ll be in the front row, near the end of the catwalk. Just pretend I’m the only person there. After all, you’re not scared of me, are you?”
“No, who could be scared of you, Khun Tae,” Big said nervously. “You’re too kind to be scary.” He didn’t add that fear was so far from how he felt about Tae that it might as well be another country.
“Oh, that’s sweet of you,” Tae said with a smile. Like so many of his smiles, it didn’t quite reach his eyes, but Big thought he looked a little less sad than usual, today. “Ok, off you go and get changed. I have to find my seat. Good luck, and remember, I’ll be the only person out there.” He patted Big on the arm and left; the touch of his hand lingered on Big’s skin as long as the scent of his perfume lingered in the air.
Big changed into his first outfit mechanically. He’d spent a long and frankly boring day at Kamon’s atelier earlier in the week, being fitted for the three outfits he’d be wearing at the show today, and at the time he’d been annoyed at giving up so much of his time for such a seemingly useless cause. Now, though, he was glad of the practice run; his hands shook slightly and the silk belt he was trying to fasten kept slipping loose.
The first walk was the worst. Big had practised everything, but he hadn’t remembered about the noise; the show had loud, thumping music playing at a volume that made it impossible to hear his own thoughts.
Maybe that was for the best though, as the moment he stepped out from behind the curtain, all he could see was Tae. And for all that Tae had told him to look at him and him alone, it didn’t feel right. Big was sure that he would never have suggested it - would never have given Big permission! - if he knew how Big felt when he looked at Tae.
In any case, it certainly wasn’t the cure for stage fright that Tae had thought it would be. Big could feel his heart pounding, far faster than it ought to have been for such a simple walk. As he reached the end of the catwalk and paused, dropping a hip diligently the way Kamon had shown him, the sound of his own blood rushing in his ears finally blocked out the terrible music and Big risked a glance at Tae.
Looking directly at him was a mistake. Tae was the sun, shining brightly as though he were the one under the spotlights, as though he were the one in the bejewelled silk dress that glittered like a galaxy when he moved even the tiniest fraction. Big stared at him, pretty and lovely and everything that he wanted and could never have, and wondered how it could be possible that all the eyes in the room were on Big when Tae was right there.
Tae gave him an encouraging smile, sweet and hopeful, and then gestured discreetly with his chin. Big shook his head to clear his thoughts and turned on his heel. The walk back down the runway felt longer, somehow.
Outfit two was more of the same; Big’s palms sweated a little less and his heart rate dropped out of a worrying range, but otherwise it was loud and awkward and he felt ridiculous in the oversized suit Kamon put him in. (Why, he wanted to ask, did you spend so long measuring me, just to dress me in a shapeless tent? But he bit his lip and did his little walk for them, and pretended Tae’s soft smile meant things it didn’t, just to fortify himself for the walk back.)
It wasn’t until Big was halfway down the catwalk in his third outfit that he realised how he felt. This look, with its miniskirt and long leather boots, and tightly-laced leather corset to match, had been his favourite when trying them on; moving in it was something else altogether. He felt almost drunk on the feeling of power the added height gave him, the way the heels made him change his posture to keep his balance, the way that even the people in the front who had eyed him with disinterest a few moments earlier were now leaning forward in their seats to get a better look.
As he approached the end of the runway, Big prepared to turn one last time. He took one last step, dropped his hip, looked down at Tae and nearly fell on his face. Instead of his encouraging smile, Tae was staring at him with his mouth agape, the corner of his tongue poking out to one side, and his hands were gripping his knees, bunching up the fabric so tightly Big was sure he must be giving himself bruises. Big almost opened his mouth to ask if he was ok, before he remembered that he was currently occupied, and he didn’t think Tae would thank him for fucking up his friend’s important show.
Frowning, Big turned on his heel and headed backstage for the last time. As his head snapped round, he saw Tae standing up and walking away out of the corner of his eye. The sight distracted him and he nearly missed his step, only just catching himself in time to avoid tumbling to the floor.
“Was that ok?” Big asked Kamon the second the curtains cut off the sight of the audience. “I thought - it felt ok, but then Khun Tae left, was something wrong?”
“I don’t think he left because anything was wrong,” Kamon said, in a tone of voice that suggested Big was being very dense. “But why don’t you ask him yourself?”
“Ask me what?” Tae said, behind Big. He spun around on his heel - he was good at that now, he noticed, but then he’d always been a quick study - and found Tae staring at him again, with that same shocked intensity. “You wanted to ask me something?”
“I just wondered if something looked weird,” Big mumbled. “You were staring at me, that’s all. I mean, everyone was, it’s not… it doesn’t matter. It’s fine.”
“I’m sorry, Big,” Tae said quickly. “I, um. This outfit looked even better on the runway than I expected, that’s all.”
“Ah, Tae, I meant to ask you,” Kamon interjected. “I have to check on the rest of the models, but Big mentioned he has to get back to Kinn soon. Could you give him a hand changing out of this outfit? The corset can be tricky to unlace alone, and I don’t want to risk scratching the leather.”
“Oh, I don’t need -” Big started to say, but Tae was already nodding and giving his friend solemn assurances that the corset would be in the best, most careful hands. Big felt a small, warm hand on his wrist, and before he knew it, he was being dragged into another room.
“That,” Tae said quietly, once they were alone, “was amazing. You looked amazing, Big - oh, you still do, of course. You look - I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but I just… oh my god.” Tae’s hand was still clasped gently around his wrist; Big hoped he couldn’t feel how fast his heart was beating, a frantic rhythm that gave the lie to his cool demeanour.
There were so many things Big wanted to say to him. He settled on part of the truth, if he couldn’t give him the whole thing. “You never make me uncomfortable, Khun Tae,” he said quietly. “I was just worried something was wrong with the outfit, or… I don’t know. I didn’t want to ruin Khun Kamon’s show, I know it’s important to you.”
“It is,” Tae said distractedly. He couldn’t seem to meet Big’s eyes; instead, his gaze hovered over the corset, darting back and forth between the tightly-cinched waist and the top of the leather, where two straps stretched past his collarbones to wrap around his neck. “It’s - thank you, I should say that now, in case Kamon forgets later, it’s so busy in there.”
“It’s been a pleasure,” Big said. He almost stopped there, kept silent still, but the lust in Tae’s gaze was as clear as the best gin and twice as strong, and it made him bolder than he would normally dare to be. “I’d do anything for you, you know.”
That was enough to win back Tae’s attention. His eyes snapped up, meeting Big’s gaze with shock and desire writ clear on his face. “Big?”
“I don’t mean to overstep. I hope that wasn’t too much,” Bug murmured. “But you’re so - so lovely, and I thought you should know. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Tae took a step towards him and reached up, sliding a finger across the edge of the corset, tracing the shoreline between leather and skin. “I thought you didn’t notice me at all. You’re so cold, and the way you look at me… I thought I’d never hear you say anything half as nice to me.”
“You really don’t mind? Because there are so many other things I could tell you, I could say how pretty you are, or how kind,” Big said, feeling flush with bravery, as though Tae’s touch was filling him with courage and quelling the part of him that always held himself back. “I could tell you how I’ve seen you for years, and wished I could make things better for you, or how I - mmmph!”
Big’s confession was interrupted, but he didn’t care at all, because Tae was kissing him and it was everything he’d dreamt it would be, and more. He wanted to stop and tell him, but the thought of breaking away, of ending such a magical moment by choice, of voluntarily letting his lips leave Tae’s, was unthinkable.
The decision was made for him by Tae, who pulled back but then immediately came close again and kissed him in the centre of his chest, halfway between the straps that had so entranced him. Looking up at him with eyes blown wide with lust, he traced their path with stuttering fingers, beside the straps, up the side of Big’s neck, along his jaw.
“Can I take this off you?” Tae asked.
Big didn���t trust himself to speak; he nodded roughly and turned around, bracing himself against the wall, and shuddered when he felt Tae step up behind him. With gentle hands on his hips, Tae nudged him into position, and then reached up to unbuckle the strap around his neck, fingers moving achingly slowly. When that fell loose, he untied the laces knotted at the base of his spine. It wasn’t until he exhaled that Big realised he could feel Tae’s breath on the back of his neck, gusting shakily over his skin as nimble fingers loosened the cords cinching him in tight, caging him in Kamon’s leather shell. As Tae freed him, Big felt he was shaking off a second skin, or bursting forth from a cocoon, born anew under Tae’s tender touch.
Big nearly jolted out of his skin again when Tae kissed his back, a hot press of his mouth to the nape of his neck. He worked his way down, kissing along Big’s spine and stroking along his ribs. It wasn’t until he stepped away and turned him around that Big realised what he was doing; kissing down the centre of Big’s torso, his fingers traced up and down the lines the corset’s boning had left on him, light red depressions that stood out starkly on his pale skin.
“You like them?” Big asked, covering Tae’s hand with his own and dragging them together from his nipple down to his waist.
“I do,” Tae whispered, intrigued and sounding almost ashamed of his fascination. “Do they hurt?”
“Not even a little bit,” Big told him. Tae nodded thoughtfully and kissed his chest again.
Cupping Tae’s chin, Big tipped his face up gently and kissed his mouth, savouring the taste of him as much as the eagerness with which he opened up for Big. His desire made him soft and pliable, until it was easy to imagine that he wanted this as much as Big did, that this was more than a convenient if unexpected encounter that he’d forget about as soon as it was done.
With a low, short growl, Big spun them round so Tae was pressed up against the wall, pinned by the weight of Big’s body. He wrapped an arm around Tae’s waist and slid his hand down the small of his back to rest there, just where his spine began to curve away into the swell of plump and perfect cheeks. With their bodies flush, he could feel Tae’s cock, firming up and pressing against his thigh; with his free hand, he tugged up his skirt and then jammed a leg between Tae’s thighs so he was grinding against bare skin.
“Do you want to take these off?” Big asked, hooking a finger into the waistband of Tae’s leather trousers.
Tae shook his head quickly, looping his arms around Big’s neck. “No, no, they take forever to get on and I can’t - I don’t want to wait, I just want - here, let me -” He undid the button on his flies and yanked the zipper down, giving Big just enough room to slip a hand into his pants.
Big curled his fingers around Tae’s cock, his grip gentle at first, but firmer as Tae gasped and ground his hips into the touch. His eyes closed slowly and he tipped his head back, so that Big had the most perfect view imaginable of his pretty face with its gorgeous cheekbones and soft pink lips, glossy and slightly parted.
“Ahh, fuck,” Tae whispered, and then Big felt fingers dig into his shoulders as he clung on to him. “That’s - yes, yeah, yes, that’s it, I - fuck, Big, I can’t believe you want me, you want this. Tell me you do? Tell me you want me?”
Big inhaled sharply; he understood the words, but their meaning felt unbelievable still. “I do, or course I do. I want you so much. I told you already, anything for you. Anything you want.”
Tae’s eyes flew open and he stared up at Big, something deep and charged in his gaze. “Do you - ah! Do you mean that?” he asked, voice catching halfway through when Big ran a thumb over his head.
Big thought of the years spent in Tae’s orbit, shadowing Kinn and feeling like his heart was being torn this way and that with the two of them, both so bright to him, and himself so invisible to them both. He thought of the casual cruelty in Time’s disregard and the looks of unbearable sadness that occasionally flashed on Tae’s face, before he plastered an unconvincing smile over top of them. He thought of the way Tae had lit up when Big agreed to do him a favour, and the naked lust on his face when Big had walked out onto the runway in his now-discarded corset.
“I did,” Big told him. “I do.”
Tae came with a cut-off gasp, slapping a hand across his mouth to muffle his moans as Big jerked him through his orgasm. He wanted to keep talking, to heap on some of the praise he’d been storing up for years, but the set of Tae’s shoulders, the shaking of his frame, suggested it might be too heavy a burden to bear.
“Oh fuck, Big, that was - wow,” Tae murmured a moment later, face still buried in Big’s neck. “Can I… will you tell me what you like?”
“Anything, anything,” Big muttered; if he’d been less turned on he might have been embarrassed of his answer, but he was so far gone already and he thought Tae ought to know how close he was.
Tae bit his lip, then licked one of his palms before running his spit-slick hand up under Big’s skirt. “Oh,” he whispered when he realised Big was wearing nothing underneath. “Oh, were you - the whole time, on the catwalk?”
“Kamon said it would ruin the lines,” Big bit out, wrapping his hand around Tae’s and encouraging him to a faster pace. “I didn’t want to ruin anything with bad lines. I don’t even know what they are - yes, please, that, please! - but I wanted it to be perfect. I wanted you to be pleased with me.””
“Astonishing,” Tae murmured, stroking him faster, hand curling tighter under Big’s grip. “You’re something else, Big.”
“Mm, please,” Big gasped, rocking his hips forwards to try and get a little extra friction. “Please, take pity on me, have mercy…”
“Oh my god,” Tae said in breathless English. “Oh, fuck, you sound so pretty when you whine. Oh, will you let me do this again some time? When we could take it slow? I want to drag it out, see how long I can make you whine before you can’t even speak. Would you like that, Big, darling? Would you let me tease until I’d fucked all the words out of your head?”
Tae’s words killed him, in the best way; the Big who had got dressed up a few moments before was well and truly ended, making space for a whole new person to inhabit his skin. He came silently, the hand wrapped around Tae’s clutching tight as he spilled over their tangled fingers. Tae turned them around one last time so he could slump against the wall when his shaky legs threatened to turn to jelly completely, and then he carded a hand gently through Big’s hair.
“Oh my god,” Big said eventually, echoing Tae. “I didn’t - where did you learn to talk like that, fuck.”
“Did you like it?” Tae asked him, not quite meeting his eyes, but not pulling away either. Big swallowed and nodded, and waited for the warm press of his body to disappear. “Because I… I meant it. If you wanted to do this again… that would be ok.”
Big wished he were better with words, that he could somehow find a way to explain to Tae that the last few minutes of his life had been the most extraordinary thing possible, and that even if he never got to experience Tae’s touch again, he’d die a happy man. The thought that it would be ok to see him again… his heart was beating a quick, angry rhythm in his chest.
“I, uh. I would - that would be ok with me, too.” A thought occurred to him, and Big reached up to stroke Tae’s hair gently, in case he ruined everything and didn’t get another chance. “Do you think,” he asked carefully, trying not to jostle Tae where he was leant against him, “do you think your friend would let us borrow the corset again, another time?”
Whatever else he might have said was lost in the kiss Tae gave him, fierce and hot and perfect, so perfect that Big wondered how he’d survived so long without it.
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Merry Christmas, @wangxian234writes!
I hope you love and enjoy the art :)
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Merry Christmas, @nuwildcat!
No pressure to write for one of the best writers in the fandom. No pressure at all. I hope you like it!
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waiting for you (to come home and turn me on)
Kinn - Running a little late. Be there soon!
Eight o’clock. Kinn was more than a little late.
Porsche rubbed his face, looking at the menu card he’d prepared just for this evening:
Christmas Eve Menu
Seafood Bisque
Pheasant with Lemon, Chestnut and Sage Stuffing
Potato and Mushroom Ragoût
Sweet Potato Casserole
Waldorf Salad
Braided Cheese Loaf
Chocolate Toffee Pudding
Wine and Spirits
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Merry Christmas, @jeffsatyr!
This my secret santa gift for bisexualhedgehog. There was a lot of possibilities mentioned but I got stuck on the accidental baby aquisition and then your answer on Venice cemented that. I hope this brings you some joy.
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Let's go to the mall, you won′t be sorry
This was not what Pete had expected to return from the mall with.
While he hadn’t been sure what he would possibly end up buying, a baby had decidedly not been on the list.
He had been going to see if he could find something to buy for Vegas and Macau for Christmas.
This was made doubly difficult not only by the fact that Pete had no experience with celebrating Christmas but also by the them being unbelievably rich and able to buy anything they ever wanted thing. And while Pete knew that Vegas would probably appreciate anything he got him, he still wanted it to be special. Especially since he knew that the only reason Vegas even wanted to do Christmas was to honor his mother and the memories he had of her.
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Merry Christmas, @thearvariblues!
I hope you will enjoy it!
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In my Waking hours
Beautiful. That was all Chan could think as he watched Big train the new recruits. Usually there were at least one or two in every new batch who had at least some ability above average, but this group seemed as average as any guard of the Theerapanyakun family was allowed to be. They were in the Pool today and Big was leading the session, Chan felt a little guilty for blatantly admiring his subordinate, but he was a gorgeous sight to behold as he directed the recruits.
Many of their men had been lost when the minor family had made their attack, so the training had been sped up a little, if the training had been hard before it was brutal now. The guards trained for an additional two hours a day.
Chan was secretly glad that he was no longer in charge of training the recruits. After he was shot in the attack, the bullet fracturing his shoulder blade, it was decided that he would pass that part of his duties to Big. Who while also injured, managed to walk away without permanent damage.
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Merry Christmas, @xxatlasxx!
I was so excited to get assigned as your Secret Santa! I tried for the enemies/friends to lovers trope you were leaning towards, but it came out more as an Annoyance to Lovers... and hopefully the idiot4idiot comes through! I had fun with this one. Hope you enjoy it!! Happy Holidays 💝
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Even the Score
Chay is too engrossed in cursing the offending sight on the display screen in front of him to hear Macau’s greeting. It isn’t until Macau takes a playful jab at Chay’s ribs that he reacts.
“I hate him,” Chay grits out.
“Who?” Macau leans past Chay and stares at the list of top scores. In the number one spot, right above Chay’s name, flashes the letters W, I, and K in large block letters.
“Wik?” says Macau.
Chay channels all the disgust he can muster into a long drawn-out groan. “Yes! It took me months to get the high score on this one, and I finally got it last night! I wanted to show you! When did he even have time to do this?” Chay clenches his fists on the control panel. “This happens every time.”
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Merry Christmas, @wildelydawn!
Hello! This is my first gift exchange, I'm so excited! This was so much fun to write. I hope you like it, Dawn! 💜💜💜
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Status Conference
“Remember, class we have a mock trial on Monday, so please be here on time and ready to go! Oh and Ms. Kittisawat, I need to speak with you at my desk.” Kim said as she dismissed the class.
Chay smiled, as she slowly packed away her books and laptop, while waiting for the class to file out of the lecture hall. Everyone was too focused on their own term papers to pay any attention to the wicked look Kim was giving the girl in the front row who had been sitting in a skirt with her legs spread wide. Kim could tell you exactly what every little detail of print was on her students underwear. To say there were a few mishaps during lecture that a few students called her out on was an understatement.
Only half way through the year and Kim could recount almost every single type of underwear her student has worn.
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Merry Christmas, @suzteel!
Happy Holidays to the lovely suzteel! I hope you like this because I really enjoy the way it turned out!
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Hospital Reflections
Macau hadn’t needed to take care of anything in his entire life.
Vegas had always been there, looking after him, fixing things, and making sure his life was the best it could be while being trapped with their father.
But now, he had to be the grown-up. He had to take care of his big brother, and he had to take care of his big brother’s…Pete. He wasn’t sure what Pete was to his brother or what Vegas was to Pete. All he knew was that Pete had been the first one there with Vegas at the hospital, and he had hardly left since. Only when Macau could push him to get something to eat or find somewhere real to sleep.
Macau watched as Pete brushed strands of hair from Vegas’ face gently. Vegas stirred a little at the touch. The movement was a recent development that had been delighting them both. A good sign that he might come out of it without too much brain damage.
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Merry Christmas, @crumchycow!
This is my attempt to speedrun a Fruits Basket AU, even though I could probably write 100K for it, but alas. I am so very thrilled to be writing for you, and I hope you enjoy the first chapter to this silly little thing.
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The Found Cat.
As much as Porchay Kittisawat loves cats, he never visited a cat cafe. This is because of two reasons: the first being that his older brother, Porsche, would not appreciate him coming home with a cat, and the second being that the general vicinity in which he lives doesn’t have a cat cafe. Most cat cafes are located in Bangkok, which are a lengthy car ride, and even lengthier bus ride, away. Not to mention sort of expensive, considering one has to pay for both food and playtime with cats. The money goes to running the cafe and caring for the cats, but in the Kittisawat household, there is always something more pressing to spend money on: food, mortgage, tuition, uniforms, books.
So Porchay was quite excited to find out that a local cat cafe is slated to open soon, and that his very best friend, Ohm, bought him two hours of cat cafe time during their opening week. Granted, prices were slightly discounted, but Ohm, nonetheless, paid for what the cafe advertised as a “Birthday Bundle.” Including a lunch and refreshments, cats in little hats and sweaters, a bag of treats for the cats, and polaroids with the cats. Adoption fees would be waived as well, but Porchay knew not to press his luck: going to the cafe would have to be enough.
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Merry Christmas, @asylumwise!
I hope you like it :) <3
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Christmas Cookies
It was clear to both Kinn and Porsche that their seven year old twins, Remia and Romeo, could barely contain their excitement as they frosted the Christmas cookies. Remia had gotten very good at her technique - she had a steady hand, like Porsche’s for making drinks, and a gift for drawing, like her grandmother, Nampheung. It translated well in the kitchen when it came to decorating the cakes and cookies they baked for different occasions throughout the year. Their mother, Ishtara, the surrogate who had carried them and lived with them as part of the weird yet wonderful family that Kinn and Porsche had built over the years, was visiting her elderly parents. She would join them together with the Kittisawats, Theerapanyakuls, and assorted friends who had been invited for dinner on Christmas Day.
Romeo, on the other hand, was a different matter and a more desperate case. Although he understood the general principle of frosting and decorating, he missed some of the more important subtleties, the first of which was to actually make sure the frosting made it onto the cookies and not into his mouth.
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Merry Christmas, @wiccawrites!
It has been an absolute honor to write this gift for the legendary Wicca. It was more like a Christmas gift for myself, to be able to give something back to the writer who has given me so many hours of reading pleasure already. Please enjoy my first foray into writing an AU!
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Blessings big and small
“It doesn’t make any difference.”
“It makes all the difference in the world!”
Chay shares an exasperated look with Jom before turning back to Porsche. “You know how much Korn kept Kinn confined. He always had to be the perfect little heir, and Korn led the coven with an iron fist. I’m sure that if Kinn had had more freedom, he would have made a move on you years ago. And now he has , thanks to the passing of the old fart.”
Porsche huffs, getting up from the table. “You’re delusional. May I remind you how Kinn was betrothed to Tawan for more than two years?” He starts gathering their empty glasses. “Let’s go, guys, or we’ll be late.”
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Merry Christmas, @punchlove-blog!
We've only interacted a few times but you've always been a sweetheart during all of them. Happy Holidays! I hope you like this :3
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AKA (Accidental Kitten Acquisition)
“Absolutely not.”
“But hia—”
Porsche knows the signature puppy dog eyes are coming seconds before Chay even brings them out. That’s the only reason he’s able to put his foot down and stand firmly by his initial decision despite his brother looking like Porsche had denied him the world.
“No,” Porsche says emphatically. “When you asked to move out, you were insistent about trying to be more independent. This is not how independent people act.”
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from Three’s a Family by tsttoain
Merry Christmas, @tsttoain!
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