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Black Army Holiday Minis

Winter holiday moments with the black army officers ^_^ Approx. 1200 words of fluff!

Luka

The Central Quarter was teeming with people for the annual tree-lighting celebration. There were merchants with carts of tea and cocoa, sweets and pastries, ribbons, and little glass decorations you could buy.

Luka wasn’t interested in any of that. He carried a little box, and kept glancing down at it with a slight frown. “I shouldn’t be here,” he mumbled.

His thoughts were cut short by a shouted, “Little brother! You came!” And then the box was almost crushed as two white-coat clad arms wrapped around him, the smell of strawberries and crisp, clean linen.

Luka pushed Jonah away with one hand, feeling a burst of awkward warmth in his chest at the exuberant greeting. “Only because Alice asked me to,” the dark haired Jack of Spades grumbled. He held out the box to his brother. “And she said to give you this.”

Jonah took the box like it was made of diamonds. “Can I open it now?”

Luka shrugged.

Jonah took this as a yes and lifted the lid. Inside, a delicate mille-feuille sat on a laced bit of parchment. The strawberries on top were cut to look like roses, surrounded by fluffy, white cream. The Queen of Hearts looked up, his eyes shining.

It reminded Luka of all the times before. The happy moments they shared, cheering each other up as children.

“I miss you so much,” Jonah said softly.

“I miss you too. Sometimes.” Luka almost smiled. “Happy Holidays, big brother.”

Sirius

The Queen of Spades laughed softly as you protested the blindfold he held out. “I’ll close my eyes,” you say.

“Sorry little lady, but I think you’ll peek.” He steps behind you and settles the cloth over your eyes. It is soft and smells good - like flowers and cinnamon.

You can’t help but try to peek as he ties it in place. Sirius is an expert blindfolder, because you can’t make out more than a little light at the spots where the cloth lifts up to go over the bridge of your nose.

“Perfect,” he says, and takes your arm.

“I hope noone sees us,” you tell him.

“They officers are all at Dum’s party in Central - we have the place to ourselves.”

You can’t help but blush at his tone, the suggestion in his words as silky soft as his lips, which he presses lightly to your neck before taking your hand.

It’s strange to be led through headquarters like this. Halls that you should know as well as the back of your hand become a mystery. A maze. And the only way out is to hold tightly to your lover.

When he stops, you hear a door open. Then his hands are on your shoulders. “Take off the blindfold.” The words whisper across your ear, his lips so close they tickle.

You do as he says. The room in front of you is yours but almost unrecognizable. Poinsettias and blooming snowdrops, hellebores and winterberry cover the room. There is a tiny tree decorated with little lights and wrapped candies in one corner, wrapped gifts set beneath it. Colorful lights hang from the ceiling and little crystals spin in the air.

You turn toward Sirius, lips parted with surprise.

He kisses you and smiles. “And now I get to unwrap my present.”

Fenrir

“This is a holiday story from London about learning kindness. Want to read it with me?” You ask Fenrir.

“Sounds good. I want to know everything about London!” He plops down on the couch and wraps an arm around your shoulders.

You sit down and crack open Dicken’s A Christmas Carol. Two hours later Fenrir is glued to your side and you don’t get to finish the book. When you get up to go to bed he tells you he can’t sleep after that ‘horror story with all those ghosts.’

“Do you think there’s a Christmas past ghost here? At headquarters?”

“No,” you laugh and kiss him. “That’s only for mean people that don’t know how to enjoy the holidays.”

Still, Fenrir looks nervously at the windows and the dark hallway. “Let’s go snuggle by the Christmas Tree,” you tell him, hoping the pretty lights and decorations will make him feel better.

The two of you end up curled underneath the tree. Fenrir snuggles you to his chest like a teddy bear. You both fall asleep watching the lights twinkle against ornaments above you.

Ray

You’re on your way to Central Quarter to pick up some groceries when a snowball goes flying toward your face. You manage to throw a hand up, but there’s nothing to worry about. The snow thuds into Ray’s broad back as he puts himself between you and it.

“Got you!” Fenrir shouts from behind a nearby mound of snow.

“You almost hit Alice,” Ray calls back. He smiles at you, green eyes bright above his blue scarf. He winks and leans down to scoop a handful of snow.

“She looks fine to me,” Fenrir says as he comes around the snow drift. He barely has a chance to get the words out before another icy ball splats against his chest.

The snowball fight breaks out in earnest now, and there’s no escape for you. Groceries forgotten, you join in, flinging your own fluffy white missiles at them both. After Ray wins (because of course he does), you three retreat to headquarters for a hot cocoa and some gingerbread cookies.

Seth

You are on your way out to sweep snow off the porch and steps when Seth stops you. “Where are you going, Alice?” His sing-song voice is so cheerful that you have to smile.

“I was going to do some chores outside. Want to come with?”

“Ahh that’s no fun! A pretty girl like you should relax inside on a day like this. The cold wind is terrible for your skin!”

You nod. “It probably is, but if I don’t sweep the snow, someone might slip and get hurt.”

Seth grabs your hand. “You are so sweet, my precious Alice! Then at least let me protect you before you go out into the cold, cruel world.”

You can’t really refuse, as he’s already pulling you down the hall and into his room.

He sits your down on a small, green sofa and takes out a bottle of cream. “This is the best for soft skin like yours,” he sings. He dabs some on his fingers and begins smoothing it into your cheeks. His hands are warm and the way he’s rubbing the lotion into your skin feels amazing. You didn’t know your face could feel this good and your eyes close as you enjoy it.

His fingers move gently down your neck to your collarbone and shoulders, sliding under your clothes. You gasp at the unexpected touch, but Seth always teases, so you know he doesn’t mean anything by it.

“Oh Alice, I wish these pesky clothes weren’t in our way! I’d touch every inch of you . . .”

You feel his lips brush yours and open your eyes to find yourself looking into the depths of his warm caramel brown ones. “D-did you just kiss me,” you ask shyly.

He laughs. “If I kiss you, Alice, you won’t need to ask me what happened afterward. I’m a very thorough kisser.”

His playful caress trails down from your collarbone to toy with the edge of your bra. “You are so delicious, my Alice. It’s hard to stop myself sometimes.”

“S-seth?” Your heart races and you suddenly want to agree with him about all these pesky clothes. But before you can say so, he steps back.

“There you go. Now your smooth skin is safe from winter chill.”

“Thank you,” you say with a thready voice.

“And when you’re done with your chores today, come visit me again. I have some ideas on how to warm you up.” There is a flicker of something hot in his gaze and it leaves you weak in the knees.

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