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moonbeamwritings · 3 years

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holiday wine

Summary: Abbacchio had a knack for getting a little too drunk during the holidays, but it was never the fun kind of drunk. Loneliness had a firm grip around his heart, even as he sat near the Christmas tree, watching as the others spoke excitedly, music playing in the background. With some soft reassurance from you, maybe the coming days would be easier to weather.

Author’s Note: I hit a wall with the one missed call sequel, so have this fic inspired by a conversation I had with a friend today! Let me know what you think! 💕

tw: drinking, drunk character (abbacchio), abbacchio being a little bit of a mean drunk (though i promise there’s fluff), brief peek at his mental health

Abbacchio didn’t like the holidays. Everyone was too loud, too nosy, and too happy. He was glad, of course, that his friends were happy. They deserved it after everything they’d been through, even Giorno, but something about the season just made him feel lonely, disheartened even.

That’s why he’d resigned himself to a seat in the corner of the living room, away from the kitchen and nestled close to the Christmas tree, nursing his third glass of wine.

He watched as you paced the floor, keeping Mista from eating all of the food, steering Narancia away from asking too many questions about the presents, and helping Bruno and Giorno in the kitchen.

Abbacchio took a long swig from his glass.

He knew he was being pathetic, frowning as he watched the hustle and bustle, but he really didn’t have it in him to participate, as much as everyone had tried to get him to join in on all of the festivities. At the very least, he had adorned the soft red sweater you’d left on his bed for him. He owed you that much.

He could still see the grin that lit up your face as he descended the stairs, the sweater on instead of his usual black attire. You were beautiful.

In the days leading up to the gang’s little holiday get together, Abbacchio had very nearly convinced himself to finally confess his feelings for you. When the day arrived, however, he’d scrapped the idea altogether, feeling pathetic and undeserving of your attention, your time. Anything.

Another long sip of wine.

“Hey Abbacchio,” Mista called from across the room, “why the long face?”

All the white-haired man could do was roll his eyes, shifting to slouch further into the chair.

“Yeah, Abbacchio,” Narancia joined in, “where’s your holiday spirit?”

“Isn’t my sweater enough?” Abbacchio drawled, unamused that he seemed to now be the center of attention.

“Well maybe-”

“You guys,” you interjected, “leave Abbacchio alone, please. If he’s not in the mood, he’s not in the mood. You two bugging him about it isn’t going to do anything.”

The two teens were quick to jump into conversation with you, insisting that if you were all getting into the spirit, then Abbacchio should be too.

He began drowning out their words almost immediately, feeling even more dejected than before. Over the next twenty minutes, he had finished the bottle of wine resting on the table in front of him.

The alcohol did little to calm his frayed nerves.

The night went on much the same, drinking wine, eating food, and sulking to his heart’s content, all while he watched you smile and laugh with the rest of the group.

Unbeknownst to him, you had been keeping a very close eye on him when he wasn’t looking. From your position in the kitchen or in the living room, you kept him within your line of sight, counting his drinks and paying close attention to his facial expressions.

It nearly made your eyes water. You had thought that perhaps the red sweater may have gotten him more excited about celebrating the holiday, but it seemed that only the opposite was true. Abbacchio was handsome, even despite his furrowed brows and petulant look, however, you wished you could see him smile, if only once. Just one, fleeting quirk at the corners of his lips would be enough.

Abbacchio seemingly had other plans, though.

Once you were done in the kitchen, and once everyone had eaten, you carefully perched yourself in the chair next to him, keeping an eye on his hand as it shook, pouring out his fifth glass of the night.

“Abbacchio, are you okay?”

His eyes snapped over to yours in an instant, having not heard you sit down.

“‘M fine.” His speech was slightly slurred, face rosy with the effects of the alcohol.

You sat in silence after that, unsure of where to go from there. You desperately wanted to help, to make him feel more included, but you had no idea how to do that. In the kitchen, Bruno had told you that even he didn’t know how to approach Abbacchio at this time of year. It was saddening, to say the least.

As the night wound down, bellies stuffed with food and excited for what the next morning would bring, each member began ascending the stairs, heading off to get some shut eye. Giorno and Fugo were the first to go, followed by Narancia and Mista about an hour later.

Bruno lingered, if only for your sake, finding your dedication to Abbacchio endearing. He was also reluctant to leave you to try and corral Abbacchio up to bed, knowing his drunken mood swings could be difficult to navigate.

“We’ll be okay, Bruno.” You assured, smiling warmly as a sleepy look formed on the capo’s face, “You go up and go to sleep.”

“Are you sure?”

You glanced at Abbacchio, “Yeah, I think so.”

“Well,” Bruno said, “in that case, I’ll leave you to it. Goodnight.”

“Night.”

The room fell into silence, the ticking of a clock the only sound that could be heard, music having been shut off over an hour ago. You tapped your foot against the floor nervously, glancing between Abbacchio and the clock.

“If you’re itchin’ to go to bed that badly, be m’guest.”

“I was going to head up when you did.” You reasoned, “I don’t want to leave you down here all alone.”

Abbacchio was quick to scoff at that. He knew he was being argumentative, getting worked up over nothing as the red wine flowed through his system, but he really didn’t understand why you were so insistent on sitting near him, paying attention to him, or even caring about him.

“‘M not a baby.”

“I never said you were.”

“Why do you even care?” He asked, shifting to look at you despite the dizzying haze creeping into the corners of his vision, “‘M not even worth the time anyway.”

“You’re worth it to me, Abbacchio. I care about you.”

“Why?”

The question caught you off guard, causing you to shoot your eyes over to meet his. He was already looking at you, glossy eyes twinkling under the lights of the Christmas tree. If the circumstances were different, you would’ve told him they looked beautiful.

“Well, because I- I love you, Abbacchio. You- you’re sweet to me, intelligent. Hell, I don’t know! Do I really have to have a reason?”

“Guess not.” Was all he could bring himself to say, face flushing with more than just the alcohol as those three little words got stuck in his throat.

You were glad he hadn’t gotten more angry, prolonging the argument to an uncomfortable degree.

“Let’s get you to bed. I’m not having this conversation with you right now.” You stood, taking the wine glass from his hand to place it back on the table. You held both of your hands out to help him out of the chair, knowing he would need it.

Abbacchio looked up at you like one would a deity, like you were an angel incarnate. He really didn’t deserve you.

“Okay.” Came his quiet response, gingerly resting his hands in yours as you pulled him up. You led him towards the stairs, hand hovering over the small of his back as you climbed up behind him. At the top, you walked him down to his room, keeping close to his personal space in order to right him if he were to stumble.

Once at his door, you followed him in, urging him to change before he got into bed. As he tugged his clothes off, pulling a tee shirt and pajama pants on in their wake, you averted your gaze to the wall behind you.

You turned back around as you heard him shuffle underneath his sheets. When you moved to head out to the bathroom, aiming to look for some painkillers, he stopped you in your tracks.

“Will you-” He paused, closing his eyes for a few seconds before continuing, “Will you sit with me?”

Abbacchio’s eyes were soft as he looked over at you, drowsiness evident on his face. The walk upstairs must’ve really taken it out of him, you thought.

“Sure I can.”

Taking a seat next to him, back against the headboard, you sat in silence as Abbacchio’s eyes began to close. In a rare show of tender emotion, his hand searched for yours in the darkness of his bedroom and upon finding it, he laced his fingers with yours.

You looked down at where his head was nuzzled against his pillow, heart swelling with emotion at how adorable he looked swathed in his comforter.

Just when you thought he had fallen asleep, his eyes cracked open, blinking slowly as he stared up at you. He repeated almost the exact same expression as he had in the living room, like you were some ethereal being, a work of art. It was endearing, if not a little intimidating. What you wouldn’t give to truly know what was reeling through his drunken mind.

Before you could even ask him what he was looking at, his eyes were closing again. “Mmm,” he mumbled, “love you.”

Your eyes widened as you watched him drift to sleep, blissfully unaware of the confession he had just made. Without a second thought, you brought your free hand up to gently run through his hair, careful not to wake him.

The next morning, you awoke to a weight against your lap, feeling warm and undeniably comfortable. As your mind began to catch up with you, you realized you were still in Abbacchio’s room, still on his bed. You smiled as you identified the source of the weight.

In his sleep, Abbacchio had migrated over to you, wrapping both arms around your waist like one would hug a pillow, head resting in your lap.

If you thought he looked cute last night, staring up at you like you were the only person in the world, the view you had now certainly took the cake.

It was another few minutes before he began to shift, arms tightening around your waist as he blearily glanced around the room.

“Wha’ time is it?” His voice was muffled by the fabric of your shirt. The sound made your heart flutter.

“It’s eight o’clock.”

“Mmm, ‘kay.”

It took all of another minute before he was shooting up, retracting his body at lightning speed.

“God, I’m sorry! This is embarrassing. How long was I-?”

“I dunno, you did it while we were both asleep.”

Abbacchio hid his head in the closest pillow, refusing to so much as see you out of the corner of his eye, mortified at the situation he had found himself in. As he heard you let out a laugh, last night began racing into his mind. The alcohol, the bad mood, your confession.

Your confession.

“Did you mean what you said?”

His voice went nearly unheard as you hunched down to the pillow, ear close to where you assumed his mouth might’ve been.

“Huh?”

“Did you mean it,” he asked more clearly, “What you said last night?”

“You remember?”

“Yes.”

“Then, yes I did.”

As he emerged from his pillow, he nearly reeled back again with how much closer you had gotten, noses a centimeter away from brushing against one another. Feeling emboldened by your words, he pressed his lips to yours, effectively closing the distance between you.

Abbacchio’s lips moved effortlessly against yours, like he was made to kiss you. Bringing a hand up to his face, you brought him that much closer, feeling his long, soft hair between your fingers.

As he finally pulled away, he lent his forehead against yours, eyes remaining closed. Peaceful. He could wake up like this every day for the rest of his life and never grow tired of it.

“I love you,” he finally spoke, “so much.”

You beamed.

It was the most mesmerizing thing he’d ever seen.

Abbacchio was a pessimistic man, biting and cold, always keeping others at arm's length, keeping his emotions tight to his chest. As he relished in the feeling of your fingers on his face, in his hair, your lips against his, he decided to do better, to be better.

For you.

#leone abbacchio x reader #leone abbacchio imagine #abbacchio x reader #abbacchio imagine #jjba x reader #jjba imagine #happy holidays everyone #i know the holidays can be rough but im rooting for/thinking of you!1

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kob131 · 3 years

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So, inspired by Shuttershocky’s own character opinions, I think I’ll start doing my own.

And no, I’m not doing Mordred first. She comes later.

Nah, considering a certain Ruler’s recent reveal, I think I’ll talk about a certain Shirou-face.

So quick overview of Angra Mainju-

He’s not actually the Zoroastrian god of Evil. No, he’s actually more like Sasaki Kojiro- The guy who the myth of Angra Mainju is BASED off of. He was just some ordinary villager who drew the shortest of straws and was used as a scapegoat for the sins of his villagers, tortured for decades until he died of old age. Because of this, he has a pretty nasty hatred of humanity. Which you would think would disqualify him from being a Heroic Spirit (I mean, logically who would consider him a hero?) but it’s said that his torture put the villagers at ease, meaning he did technically do a heroic deed and thus was preserved by the Throne of Heroes.

In the Third Holy Grail War, the Einsberns tried to summon the evil god but, for a multitude of reasons that include it not existing in the first place, they got him instead. Problem? The guy isn’t a normal hero, he’s a village boy who got tortured. He doesn’t have any special powers or even a proper Noble Phantasm. So of course, he gets his ass kicked. But thing is, he was so weak the Grail thought he was a human and thus tried to grant his wish.

Which was to actually BECOME All The World’s Evil.

And so the Grail tried to do it...but things got fucky. So the next two wars are basically just attempts at bring his wish to life. He...kind of exists here? Issue is that in Fate/Zero and Fate/Stay Night, Angra Mainju is more a force of nature or a being of pure evil rather than the tortured village boy he actually is. So for simplicity’s sake AND due to how radically different ‘All The World’s Evil’ is- I’ll just skip over his supposed presence in those two and move on.

Despite his wished for form’s destruction in Fate/Stay Night, Angra Mainju survived. In fact, his time as “All The World’s Evil” turned him into a proper Heroic Spirit, giving him an actual Noble Phantasm and actual status as a Heroic Spirit. Here, he gains a sort of obsession with granting wishes. So he goes around looking for someone’s wish to grant. During this time, he finds Bazett Frega McRemitz (AKA The ACTUAL Master of Cu Chulanin before Kirei decided to do what he does best: Fuck people over) dying, wishing not to die. And thus, Angra Mainju does his best to keep her alive. For 6 months, this meant keeping her alive but in a vegetative state.

After being discovered by Caren Hortensia (Kirei’s daughter. ... This is kind of important later), this meant keeping her alive AND sustaining her consciousness. To do this, he creates Fate/Hollow Ataraxia’s four day loop (the same length of time he survived his war.) Through this, he tricks Bazett into thinking that she’s participating in the Fifth Holy Grail War. Issue being, Angra knows little more than jackshit about said war so what ends up happening is that he uses the Third Grail War structure with Fifth Grail War players as stand-ins. He is also only active with Bazett at night, the catch being that the person that the player thinks they’re controlling (Shirou) is actually an unaware Angra, living out his own wish of a normal life.

At first, Angra is just being selfish and indulging himself during this time. However, over time, his interactions with the people in Shirou’s life, Shirou’s own influence over him (as having lost his identity, he effectively needs to adopt another’s to exist) and, most importantly, his new found relationship with Bazett and Caren causes him to try and end the four day loop. This going against his Master’s wishes, as she fears that she will die due to finding out about the loop and losing Avenger, who is assumed to become nothing once again. However, he manages to convince her by revealing he really did save her life and that she had to move on. So at the end, he and Bazett race to opposite ends of the Grail, Bazett back to life and Angra Mainju embracing oblivion once again.

So...yeah. Pretty heavy stuff even with me skipping some stuff.

We only really learn about Angra Mainju in Fate/Hollow Ataraxia, since that’s where we truly meet him as a person. And at the beginning...he’s not a good person. Avengers in general are known for being highly destructive, malicious and dangerous Servants because their Class effectively puts them on edge at all times, constant consumed by hate. As the first Avenger, Angra both embodies this and subverts it at the same time.

Yes he is consumed by hate. ... But said hate is not an emotional state like other Avengers. His hate is his nature by the point we meet him. Meaning he isn’t on edge like his fellows, he isn’t clouded by extreme emotion. For all his cynicism and malice, he’s by far the calmest and most rational Avenger we have seen so far. Which makes some of his actions (like killing a family to draw out his enemies) come across as even worse than normal since he isn’t openly insane. Even beyond this, Angra is a sarcastic asshole who loves fucking with people and being insulting.

However, as things go on, as he lives the life of Shirou Emiya and the Servant of Bazett, he gets better. Sure, he’s still rude as all hell. But the guy does show he cares about Bazett and thinks about her well being. He falls in love with Caren, who does love him back (if you’re wondering how: I believe it’s implied Caren suffers from the same condition Kirei did in regards to empathy. So makes sense she’d love an embodiment of hate and vengence) and he did enjoy living as Shirou, revealing that beneath the hate that became his nature- He’s just a normal guy who got SEVERELY fucked over. Hell, when Medusa was on the verge of morphing into Gorgon, Angra walks by and talks to her. He gives her a speech on what it means to be a monster and ends up helping her prevent her transformation, even though having her become a monster would help him make people suffer (and maybe even someone who understands him, as Gorgon is an Avenger herself.)

Just as his lack of emotional distress makes his evil actions worse, it also means he’s capable of change and becoming good. He learns love and care despite having lived a life no one could even comprehend, forced into a Class that is more like a curse than an honor. Despite his hatred of humanity, he still believes in it somewhat. He adopts some of Shirou’s heroic traits through living his life. And at the very end, this jackass who started things off by killing random innocents...ends up making the ultimate sacrifice, one where he gains nothing but loses everything, where he really doesn’t want to do it...all because he came to care for Bazett.

I’ll admit, I sobbed at the end.

Now, Angra isn’t really used in any serious manner after this. He appears in the Accel/Zero and Christmas in the Underworld events...mostly as jokes. However, I would like to note his Bond 10 Craft Essence. These CEs are effectively summations of the characters themselves. For example, Mordred’s Bond 10 effectively sums up her identity issues. And Angra Mainju’s?

It’s all about how he was a necessary evil, his life taken from him, hatred burned into him...

...and how Caren, despite seeing it all, still loved him.

And the CEs effect? A Guts buff and the ability to hurt Beast class enemies in a way no other Servant can replicate.

In essence, that love gives him the ability to keep living (with his strongest skill KILLING him btw) and to more effectively protect the world. And considering how the Beasts are related to humanity, it might just be because that love made him human again.

In short, Angra Mainju is a person forced into a role, his nature overwritten by his torture, cursed by fate because of others, indulging in his role because it’s all he knows-

And yet, even he finds a way to become a better person. All culminating in a sacrifice that can only be described as ‘Heroic’.

He truly is a Heroic Spirit.

#Fate series #angra mainyu #KOB analysis

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preciousthingsareprecious · 3 years

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Underneath the Christmas Tree

Okay, so this one is indeed a holiday fic, even though I said I wasn’t going to do many of them. I just loved this idea. Thank you @agent-skulldrey for the inspiration and thank you @fidothefinch for requesting this one, I hope you enjoy it :smek:

For day 4 of 12 Days of Winter Whumperland: All I Want for Christmas is you-Given as a gift

Characters: Dick and Damian

Words: 5216

Rating: Gen

Summary: There's a new costumed baddie in Gotham just in time for the holidays. He's been leaving more and more dangerous presents through the city but changes things up when he takes Robin. Now it's up to Batman to stop things and save his partner before he finds Robin in one of those gift boxes.

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“Who fills gift boxes with trash?” Robin asked, wrinkling his nose, and stepping away from a brightly colored box Dick could practically see the smell lines coming off of.

“Someone who’s a real Grinch.” Oracle said over the comms.

“Nah, even the Grinch just stole stuff, this guy’s leaving it. He’s like, the anti-Grinch.”

“That would make him your Saint Nicholas.” Damian pointed out, “I do not believe he is that either.”

Dick huffed, and crossed his arms, “Alright, then--Jack Skellington?”

“Take that back, it’s an affront to both the character and movie.” Stephanie’s voice came over the line now.

“If I am remembering the film correctly--” Damian started.

“You’d better, we just watched it.” Dick interrupted.

“If I am,” he repeated with some force, “Skellington did leave horrifying gifts, so our criminal is closer to him, but lacking his good natured spirit about it all.”

The argument was getting them nowhere near closer to finding their anti-Grinch-Skeleton guy, and Dick tried to tamp down some frustration. Normally he’d banter with the best of them, but tonight he wanted this case solved and over. It was a week before Christmas, and Dick had a hundred things he’d rather be doing than stomping around Gotham searching for a shiny new bad guy.

There were things about the holidays Dick loved, and things he hated. More often than not in Gotham, the things he didn’t like tried their best to overwhelm what he did. This year he’d been intent on letting the good win out. If not for him, for Damian.

He glanced at his brother who was carefully replacing the ribboned top of the box before stepping away from it to frown.

Damian who was in desperate need of something normal. Of fun for the sake of fun no matter what form it came in. Dick had so many plans for that. Bits and pieces of the cobbled together traditions he and Bruce, and Jason, and Tim, and Alfred had participated in. Of gingerbread, of Alfred’s mince pies, and even some of Dick’s own traditions he’d held for years.

None of the proposed traditions had been as hard a sell as Dick had thought they would be. All it really took was telling him how each one connected him to his Father or Alfred, and promising him they could incorporate whatever he wanted for the holidays too. Dick also thought Damian was just kind of excited to do something both Dick and Steph seemed so excited for, he just wouldn’t admit it.

So when all these strange presents started showing up across Gotham, Dick was not pleased. Not at all.

They’d found trash, broken toys, rats, and even bugs. One box had inexplicably been filled with loose rotten milk. Dick wasn’t sure if it had been bad going in or curdled in the sun. They were in all shapes and sizes, all decorated with care and left in places civilians would come across them and think they were actual gifts for them. Doorsteps were popular, but they’d popped up in the mail, and been delivered to places of work.

Over the past few days they’d also become increasingly dangerous. Venomous snakes, spring loaded traps, and all kinds of things had begun finding their way into boxes and it had to stop. Dick couldn’t let this escalate further.

“Batman, there is another.” Damian said, pointing to the set of apartments behind them, “Should we check it out or?”

“Another?” Dick spun, “But I’m sure this was the only one on this street when we--Robin scan the area that Gifting Grinch’s gotta be around here somewhere.”

“Maybe Gremlin?” Steph added offhanded, “Since we’ve determined he’s not a Grinch.”

Dick ignored the chatter and scanned the street, while he heard Damian hurry over to the new box, then moved again. Dick glanced over to see him by the opening between apartment buildings to peer down the strip of grass keeping them from being one property.

“Stay on this street, Robin.” He called, and flicked his thermals on.

“Tt, I will not leave.”

He did a double sweep of the street to look for heat signatures. The man couldn’t have just walked over, and if he had it hadn’t been from far. Stephanie was at the most recent present drop off ten minutes over, and Batman and Robin had only just arrived here to look at this one.

A person ducked around a fence and Dick ran for them, spinning around to find a woman crouching with her hands up, looking frightened.

“I was hoping to find out more about the presents.” she said, “They left one on our porch yesterday, nasty thing all filled with beetles.”

“We’re doing all we can to figure it out Ma'am. You head back inside though, alright? It’s not safe to be out right now.” Dick told her.

Then, as if to prove his words, from behind him, Dick heard the sound of an explosion. The woman screeched, and scrambled back, throwing open a gate on the fence to duck into, while Dick spun and darted back towards the second gift.

Red bloomed in his vision, and he had to fiddle with his cowl to make the settings return to normal. When he could see clearly again, he noted that the explosion hadn’t been large, but it had been big enough to break the wooden steps of the porch the gift had been placed on, and leave the door black and singed.

“Robin!” Dick called out.

Dick couldn’t see any signs of his brother’s uniform, but that didn’t mean Damian hadn’t somehow gotten caught in the blast. He’d been close by, if he’d heard ticking or--it didn’t matter, Dick just wanted to know he was okay.

“Robin, answer me!” Dick called, and ran from the explosion site over to the split between buildings to check there.

He ran down the side, and looked around both ends of the street. No sign of his brother. Dick darted back to the original street, hoping his brother had miraculously appeared there.

Empty.

“Oracle, get me a location on Robin.”

Dick was not panicking. He wasn’t. Not yet. Damian didn’t run off as much as he had when he’d first come to Gotham, but if he’d found the guy he might. Even if Dick told him to stay put. He was just--somewhere. And Babs could track him. One thing Dick insisted on as much as Bruce had were trackers in uniforms during patrol. Especially when Damian was prone to running off on his own.

“He’s two streets over from the bomb, moving fast.” Oracle said.

Before she was even done, Dick was running. Past the apartments, into the street he’d looked over, and down a sidewalk. When he came out on the indicated street, he spotted an honest to goodness sleigh on wheels speeding around a corner. A man dressed suspiciously like Santa in it’s seat, with--

“Robin!” Dick yelled, and pelted off in the direction of the sleigh, “O do not lose them, he’s got Robin.”

He smacked the controls on his wrist telling the Batmobile to meet him at his location and didn’t stop running, turning the corner to keep an eye on the quickly disappearing red vehicle.

The car came to a screeching stop next to Dick as the sleigh turned again. He climbed in, foot on the pedal almost before he’d closed the door. Dick tore down the street, swinging left to find--an empty street.

“Babs, where’d he go? I no longer have a visual.”

“He’s--the signal’s gone. Dick I’m sorry, I don’t see him anymore.”

“Get it back, Babs, please.”

He didn’t stop, instead choosing at random, a right this time. Dick drove and drove, searching longer than even his hope was willing to hold out until he came to a rolling stop, with Babs in his ear trying everything but being unable to get Robin’s signal to show back up again.

“Alright. Alright.” Dick said, head on the wheel, “We find the Gift Gremlin, he’s got Damian, so we find him we find Robin.”

Two days passed with no break in the case. Dick hardly slept. He couldn’t. Not with Damian out there, abducted by a criminal they knew next to nothing about. That uncertainty was eating away at him. As was the fact that presents kept showing up.

More and more exploded, so much so that a city wide alert had gone out warning people of opening strange boxes. Still, children would open them or dogs might nose off the top, and that’s all it took to get the timers ticking down.

Dick was pulling on his cowl, ready to head out early again, when Alfred returned downstairs. He was carrying a tray with sandwiches and tea cups on it. Seeing Dick in his uniform had him raising an eyebrow.

“It is not even dark yet.”

“The sun’s setting.”

“Do you have time to sit for a minute and eat with me? Perhaps going over the files together will give you a new clue. Or have you learned something since I saw you last?”

Dick sighed, and tugged the cowl back off his face, “No, I haven’t. Fresh eyes would be helpful.”

Alfred set out the tray on a workbench while Dick collected physical files and tablets to lay among it all. They sat down next to each other and got started. Alfred didn’t even frown at the mess, he simply tugged a stack of papers towards him as he sipped at his tea.

They worked in silence, Dick nibbling at his sandwich while focusing more on reading information he’d gone over a hundred times already, while Alfred scanned each document Dick discarded and gently prodded him to eat.

At last, Dick couldn’t stand it. Time was passing and even going over the documents felt like it was getting them nowhere. At least on patrol he could shake down criminals and ask people if they’d seen the Gift Gremlin --and didn’t Dick hate that nickname, it sprung Damian to mind and the affectionate nickname Jason and Steph had bestowed on him.

He stood, hands slamming down on the workbench and released a heavy sigh.

Alfred glanced up at him, concern furrowing his brow, “You know the lad can take care of himself, right? Master Damian will be fine.”

His brother could take care of himself, Dick knew that. Of course he did, but--it was Christmas. Getting closer every day, and he wanted Damian here. Safe. Protected. Laughing at a stupid joke Dick made and scowling at the stockings as they each decorated each others.

Dick didn’t want Damian to have to take care of himself, now or ever.

“I just--I can’t lose him Al.”

“I know.” Alfred stood, “Go, I’ll monitor comms and let you know if anything odd comes up.”

Dick had just made it into Gotham proper, and was considering his options for where to start when the comm in his ear crackled to life, and Alfred’s voice came over the line.

“Master Dick, I believe your next clue has arrived.”

“What do you mean?” Dick asked, heart picking up.

“I’ve just gotten word that another series of presents were dropped off at the square, under Gotham’s annual tree.”

Dick knew the location. Every year the city set up a huge Christmas tree and had a lighting ceremony for it. Dick had taken Damian just before this whole mess had started. They’d had cider and cocoa and his brother had grouched and stomped through the snow, all the way until they’d lit the tree, and then he’d gasped. Dick could still picture the way Damian’s whole face had lit up.

“Got it.” he said, “On my way.”

“Dick?” Barbara’s voice replaced Alfred’s.

“If this is about the tree Al just told me.” Dick said, swinging the car into a sharp right turn, if he remembered right this should be the most direct route over.

“Did he also tell you there’s a huge box there with the tag: For Batman?” Barbara asked.

Dick frowned, “He did not.”

Anything could be in that box. But Dick’s gut told him it was Damian. It had to be, right? The guy had been giving stuff. Why take Robin just to keep him? Why take Robin at all? The only answer would be to give him back to Batman.

He tried not to think about the quality of gifts that had been left so far. Maybe the bad thing here was simply taking the kid. Damian being gone had caused Dick no shortage of fear and worry. Nothing else needed to happen to his boy.

“I’m sending Batgirl your way, as backup. If those boxes are filled with more bombs you’ll need a hand evacuating people. It looks like they’re crowding around.”

Dick swore. The last thing he needed was a crowd gathering to gawk at the dangerous explosive gifts. One would think Gotham’s citizens knew better than that. How many years before this had been tainted by Rouges? Ornaments were filled with joker gas, trees shot spines coated with fear toxin, and yes even dangerous presents weren’t off the table. One year Firefly had dropped off jack-in-the-boxes equipped with flamethrowers.

“Alright, just make sure no one touches those boxes.”

When Dick reached the square he immediately noticed what Barbara had been talking about. Normally it was a busy spot, with shopping and stands set up through the season, selling hot drinks and handmade gifts. People milled around but only clumped up if something exciting was happening.

Tonight, they’d all gathered around the tree.

Dick hopped out of the car, had the sense of mind to lock it, and hurried forward. He still hadn’t quite gotten used to how Batman’s presence sent people scattering, but tonight he was thankful for it. It meant he didn’t have to work hard to get people to move.

“Everyone move back!” he called, “Whatever is going on is dangerous, and you could get hurt.”

Chatter died down into murmurs as the crowd split, and scooted back just a bit for Batman. Dick bolted through the opening to stare at the assortment of presents below the tree. They looked gorgeous, he had to admit that. Professionally wrapped, glittering, and each decorated with different types of bows, the whole thing looked like a set up for a professional photo shoot.

Dick had kind of been hoping the Gift Gremlin would be around, but there was no obvious sleigh or creepy man in a Santa Costume fitting the vague descriptions they’d collected, or Dick’s own recollections.

Batgirl dropped into the square as Dick stood semi-frozen before the boxes. She jogged over and nodded at him.

“What’s the plan?”

Dick’s mind was racing. He knew for a fact none of the gifts had blown up until they’d been opened, and all these looked perfectly wrapped and untouched still. Their best bet was to clear the area first, then he’d check the Batman Box.

If Damian was inside, Dick doubted the kid wanted to be seen by a huge crowd of onlookers.

“Clear the area. Get those people back across the street. And then make sure they don’t move back up here.”

Dick helped her herd the group further and further back, shooting Batglares at anyone who even groaned unhappily, and actually snapped at one person, “Would you like to explode tonight?” He was in no mood for people who had no sense of self preservation. He wanted to find his brother, and stop the madman ruining his week.

Then, the moment he felt he could, he was running back across decorative brick, kicking up snow with every footfall, and over to slide to a stop at the tree in front of the present. It was so large it rose to his chest. This was decorated as nicely as the others had been, in sparkling gold paper that the lights of the tree glittered off of, with a lid placed on top and a bow with so many folds it looked a bit like a chrysanthemum in full bloom. Hanging off the side was a comically large gift tag that did indeed read For: Batman.

Dick flipped on his thermals to check the inside and his heart just about stopped. Tucked within was a blob of warmth roughly the shape of a person on their knees, and the size of Damian.

Dick’s heart dropped into his stomach.

He froze again. Bruce would check every box, scan them for bombs and wires and a hundred other things to make sure he knew the full scope of the situation. Dick went with his heart. He switched his vision to normal and pulled the lid off the box. As he did so, the four sides fell away, leaving Robin kneeling in the center of where it had stood. Dick let the lid drop by his side.

He was breathing. That was the first thing Dick noticed. Breathing, with dried blood caked to the side of his head, and scratches on the skin he could see. His cape was a little singed, telling Dick his brother had indeed been caught by the first blast, if not fully caught in it.

He was bound, hands tied behind his back, with rope keeping his legs together and a line of it connecting both so he couldn’t stand. He’d also been blindfolded, gagged, and Dick could just see earplugs tucked into his ears. He probably had no idea what had just happened, who was by him or where he was.

The thing that froze Dick in his tracks was what else was on him. A bomb like something out of a cartoon, all TNT with wires connecting it to a box and a countdown timer had been attached to Damian’s chest, the straps of which looped around his tied arms and to his back. The timer was counting down from 5 minutes. A rather long timer for one of the Gift Gremlin’s bombs.

Wind swirled around them, picking up snowflakes and tangling them in Damian’s hair only to melt after a few seconds. The kid shivered, and broke the spell holding Dick frozen. He dropped to his knees moving in front of Damian to shield him from the crowd of people Dick knew were still standing some distance away.

Then he clicked on his comm to open a private channel with Stephanie, “He’s attached a bomb to Robin. Don’t start a panic, but get everyone out of here. I’m going to try to disarm it.”

“Shoot, what about the other presents?”

Dick glanced up, switching the settings on his lenses again, in each and every box he scanned his eyes over he could see little bombs inside. He should have been Bruce earlier, because each one also had a line running down it and under the fallen portion of the box Damian had been in. He traced it up, to the pack strapped to his brother.

He swore.

“Got it. Alright, everyone show’s over! Time to get going!” Stephanie said.

Dick was confident Steph had things sorted and reached out hesitantly to Damian. He needed to know if the kid had been given any instructions about the bomb. And honestly? He didn’t want to keep Damian in this state any longer than he had to be. Who knew how long he’d been bound like this.

As quickly as he could he popped both earplugs out of Damian’s ears and said, “Robin, it’s Batman. Don’t move.”

Damian who’d only just started to struggle stilled.

Dick got the blindfold off next, then tugged the gag out of Damian’s mouth. His brother coughed and blinked at him, frowning. The way he settled on squinting told Dick he’d at least been blindfolded for a while if the dimmer lights of the tree and streetlamps were bright enough he was still struggling to see.

“I’m going to get the bomb off you, but I need to know if that guy told you anything about it.” he prompted gently.

“There’s a trigger.” Damian said, his voice raspy with disuse, “If you just take it off it’ll explode.”

Dick nodded, “Good to know. That would have been my first instinct. Alright, to disarming it I go.”

“No!” Damian said, “No, leave! Once you start it’s just going to speed up until it blows.”

He shook his head, “Can’t do that.”

“Then you’ll die too.” Damian snapped, “Leave me, Batman.”

Dick looked him over, really looked at him. Damian’s voice said determination. His body was tight in the way it used to get when he thought Dick was angry with him and he’d be punished in some way befitting the League. His chin raised in defiance. But Dick could just see his eyes through his lenses, and nothing could hide the look there that said he was terrified.

“I’m not leaving you.” Dick promised, “I will never leave you.”

Then before Damian could argue further, Dick switched the setting in his mask again so he could see the lines running from the bomb and into its circuitry and got started attempting to disarm it. They were down to four minutes, and the moment he touched it to start pulling off the front of the box, the numbers started moving faster.

Dick ignored it, and started to pick away at the wires, searching. He could do this. He’d disarmed bombs similar before. None with a timer that kept speeding down, but he had to do this. He couldn’t lose Damian. Couldn’t live with himself if he let his kid die.

“Batman.” Damian said, dropping his voice low, “Go.”

He shook his head again, biting his bottom lip. He thought maybe he had the right spot, and then realized he’d skipped a wire and grumbled.

The timer had dropped to three minutes now, a full minute gone in half that. When it hit three the numbers sped again. Dick could feel his heart rising in his throat.

“Richard.” Damian’s voice begged, “Please go. Please, just leave me. You can make it.”

“I promised you before, I’d always save you.” Dick ground out, “And even if I fail, I refuse to leave you alone.”

“Don’t be a fool.” Damian’s voice was thick, and Dick didn’t have the heart to look up into his face.

Dick worked and couldn’t stop himself glancing at the timer. 2 not-minutes now. Probably 45 seconds if they were lucky.

“Please.” Damian begged again, “Richard, please. I--could not stand it if you died because of me. Please go. Please.”

It was more times than Damian had ever said the word please to Dick. Each one, and the sobbs that started with them cracked his heart again and again. But he wasn’t going to stop. He couldn’t. He plucked another wire and the timer kept going.

Desperation filled his movements, even as Damian’s sobs flooded his ears.

“Just--go--please. For me? Please, Richard. You are the only good thing in my life and if you die--” he hiccuped, shifting Dick’s hand away from another wire, probably the wrong one.

“No.” Dick said, again, “I’m not. I refuse. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, kiddo, you are my whole heart and then some, and I am not stopping.”

The bomb was beeping now, counting down it’s last ten kind-of-seconds. Dick’s hands were frantic, until at last he had nothing left to lose. He grabbed a whole handful of wires and tore them, sending sticks of TNT flying and causing the display to shudder and stop with a single second remaining.

Damian sobbed and Dick breathed.

Then in the next moment, Dick was reaching around his brother to unstrap the bomb. He set it aside, slashed the ropes holding Damian in place and tugged him into his arms. Dick stumbled to his feet, and hurried away from the tree, the packages, and the bomb, with Damian pressed so tightly into his chest he thought he might crack the kid in two. But Damian wasn’t complaining.

He had his face buried in Dick’s shoulder and was weeping still. Silent tears shook his shoulders as he held on to Dick as tightly as Dick was holding him.

Dick tangled a hand in Damian’s hair, and turned his face to press a kiss to his brother’s temple, “You’re okay. You’re okay.”

When he looked back out at the crowd he found no one left. Steph had miraculously managed to scare everyone off. Best of all, she was standing by her bike, waving as she held a man by the arm. A man dressed in a sales rack santa suit who was glaring at them both.

Dick jogged over, Damian clutched protectively in his arms.

“Batman, Robin, might I present the Gift Gremlin!” Stephanie said, waving her free hand at him, “I caught him spying from a safe distance to watch his handiwork. Confessed without me even having to shake him down.”

“I don’t understand!” The man said, “That bomb should have gone off! There was no way to disarm it!”

“I guess you’re just as bad at building bombs as you are in giving gifts.” Dick told him, “Here, let me show you what a good gift is.”

Dick let go of Damian with one hand, reeled back and socked the guy right in the face. He stumbled back, yelling and trying to raise his cuffed hands to cradle his cheek but Stephanie’s grip on his arm wouldn’t let him.

“That was a terrible gift.” The man said through a split lip.

“It wasn’t for you.” Dick told him, then turned on his heel and moved towards the batmobile.

“I guess I’ll just wait around for the cops then.” Stephanie said.

“Meet us later!” Dick called, “And thanks!”

Damian squeezed Dick’s neck lightly, and then pulled away as Dick opened the passenger door, “Thank you.” he whispered in Dick’s ear just before he let himself be settled in his seat.

Dick had just let go of Damian, but all he wanted to do was tug his kid back into his arms. He wanted to cry into Damian’s hair and feel his brother’s heartbeat against his chest and know he was safe. Know he was alright. But he couldn’t very well break down in the car sitting right here, or outside in the square. So he rolled his shoulders back and drove home, one hand on the wheel, one curled around Damian’s.

When they got back to the bunker, Dick tugged Damian out of the car again, expecting his brother to argue. Instead, he curled into the hold, shoulders shaking again. Dick was struck by the fact that Damian had been gone two days. He’d been so caught up in the immediate danger of the bomb, he hadn’t spared another thought to what his brother might have gone through before the bomb and the box.

Damian clinging like this was a sign it hadn’t been great.

“Medbay.” Dick said, then, “Al, we’re back. I’ve got Damian.”

“I heard.” Alfred said, “Miss Stephanie also informed me you’ve caught the scoundrel intent on ruining the holidays.”

“She caught him, I was a little busy disarming a bomb. Speaking of, I think Damian got hit by the first one.”

His brother nodded into his chest, still silent. That too worried Dick. He’d argue, deny it, or downplay what happened normally. Right now he was accepting everything as it came, even agreeing.

“Dames?” Dick murmured, “What’s wrong?”

Damian shook his head, and squeezed Dick’s back a little tighter.

Dick set him down gently on a cot, and took both Damian’s hands in his, “Damian I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong. He had you for a while, did he hurt you?”

His brother shrugged, staring down at their hands.

“That’s a non-answer, words, Robin. Please.”

“I stayed put.” Damian whispered and Dick’s heart skipped a beat, “I stayed on the street, I didn’t wander off. I--I didn’t want to leave.”

“Oh sweetheart, I know.” Dick said, squeezing his hands, “I thought you might have gotten caught up in the blast.”

He nodded, still looking down, “I was disoriented. I thought for a moment he was you.”

Dick let go of one of Damian’s hands to run his hand over Damian’s head, careful of the injury to his temple, “This from the explosion?”

Damian shook his head, “I tried to get away yesterday? Or earlier?” he pinched his brows together, “I can’t remember.”

At last he looked up, “I’m sorry.”

“About?” Dick asked, trying to keep the surprise off his face and out of his voice.

Damian pulled his legs up on the bed, and let go of Dick’s hand to wrap his arms around them, “I ruined your plans. We did not get to light any more candles or attend the ice show you wanted to. And now I am afraid you will want to cancel the rest because I--”

He squeezed his legs a little tighter and dropped his head into his knees, “It is my fault. I meant to stay. I promise.”

“Did he tell you, you’d ruined things?” Dick asked, voice quiet.

It was the only thing he could think of to explain this. He thought they were past Damian being afraid of repercussions for mistakes. And this wasn’t even a mistake, he’d done everything right. The world just seemed to have it out for them. So, it had to be the Gremlin, maybe Grinch was a better name for him if he was trying to take Damian’s joy.

Dick thought about how he’d found Damian, how his brother had been disoriented. Had the last thing he’d heard been a promise that it was his fault? That the holidays would be forever ruined for Batman because of Robin?

“Damian look at me, please?”

His brother raised his head and looked up again, eyes watery.

“Nothing is ruined.” Dick promised, “In fact, we have so many more reasons to celebrate. You’re home, and safe. No one died tonight, and we even got the guy.”

Dick reached out and cupped Damian’s cheek, “You’re home , and that’s all I could have asked for. This time of year is about spending time with those you love, and I’m lucky enough to have more time with you. I meant it earlier, you’re my whole heart and more, Damian.”

Tears spilled over Damian’s eyes, and he sniffed, then nodded, “‘kay.”

“Give me a hug? Then we’ll patch you up, get something tasty in your belly --I doubt that guy had good food--and wait on Stephanie to get back. I think tonight’s the night we try those hot cocoa bombs we made the other day.”

His brother shot into his arms, squeezing Dick tightly, “I love you too, Richard.” he whispered.

Dick held him for a long moment before letting go. Things weren’t perfect. Dick knew Damian had more he hadn’t shared, and Dick was still reeling himself. He probably wouldn’t sleep tonight unless he was right beside Damian. But they had each other. And Alfred, and Stephanie, and Barbara. Tim was on his way home for a short stint, and even Jason was making an effort. It wasn’t perfect, but they were getting there.

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Promised Part 6 - Tom Riddle x reader

Summary: In this story, Tom didn’t grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader’s sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.

Disclaimer: Please be aware that I don’t condone any of this in real life.

Warnings: Arranged marriage

Word count: 2k

Part 6 - Of Vows and Wrangles

Winter came suddenly this year, and so did Christmas. With all the schoolwork you had been doing for the upcoming N.E.W.T.s in June, the weeks had passed by as quickly as a snitch on the Quidditch field. The holidays were a much-needed break and to see your family again was an even bigger delight.

Elsie did great. She looked like nothing had ever happened to her. No curse, no illness that had almost cost her life. She ran around the house like the years before, excited for the big day to finally come. The house-elves seemed glad to have her and all her shenanigans back as well. Much to your parent’s dismay, but they let most of it slide. They were thankful their daughter was healthy enough to fool around again. And so were you.

Christmas day was as cosy and joyful as ever. You spent the whole day with Elsie and your parents, exchanged gifts and played together. Elsie got her first broom and started her first attempt at flying, which resulted in a knocked over vase, that split into a million pieces, and a crash landing into the fireplace. Some tears were shed and dried again, and a “no flying inside” rule was established, which resulted in another crying fit. Oh, how you had missed it all.

Your mother had waited until the late evening to tell you that the Gaunts would come to visit for lunch the next day. She must have known that you would pepper her with questions again. It was necessary and polite, she said, to invite the future family and show them your interest.

There was certainly no interest to be given to Tom’s grandfather and uncle, but now that you thought of Tom, you had to admit that you missed him. How he had held your hand, how surprisingly cautious and gentle he had been. This memory was embedded in your brain. You would have expected anything but this from him. Anything but that soft and coy demeanour. Those minutes of proximity had told you more about him than seven years of school had. And still, it made you nervous thinking about meeting him along with his family again. They were the ones that must have made him so cold. So you fell asleep, anticipation and tension crawling through your every vein.

The Gaunts arrived in a rush and brought in a whiff of cold air that not even the fire in the chimney could drown out. Tom acknowledged you this time though. Not like months before when they had come to your house. You could have sworn that there was even a hint of a smile on his lips when he laid his eyes upon you. A smile that you reciprocated, rather faintly as well.

Lunch was alright. A lot of forced formalities and small talk, some tired attempts of getting to know the future family. Tom was quiet, as usual, only talked when someone asked him something directly, while Morfin and Marvolo ate so voraciously, the house-elves had trouble filling up their plates in time.

The Christmas spirit was spoiled when presents were brought up. Marvolo asked about Elsie’s new broom and why on Merlin’s green earth your parents would gift such a thing to a girl. He held back his laughter and shook his head when Elsie explained so excitedly that she couldn’t wait to learn how to fly in Hogwarts. Bastard.

Marvolo noticed the look you gave him and seemed to take it as a challenge, so he stared back at you, his filthy grin still in place. His head leant sideways as he waited for you to say something, his eyes squinted as if to tell you to go on and tell him what bothered you. How you would have loved to smash his face against the table or curse him into oblivion. Your teeth hurt from how hard you clenched your jaw. You couldn’t. You wanted to tell him so badly what an awful, disgusting, obsolete excuse for a man he was. But you mustn’t. He still had Elsie’s life in his hands. So you stayed silent when he whispered, “That’s what I thought.”

“Anyway,” your Father said in an attempt to ease the tension. “What are your plans for the remaining holidays?”

“There’s not a lot to do these days, is there?” Marvolo answered. “But now that you bring it up, we had something special planned for today.”

Morfin grinned as he shoved the last spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

“And what is that?” Father asked.

“Well now that your little one is doing much better, which I assume you’re very thankful for,” he paused to wait for your parents to agree. “We decided to accept your invitation for today, to bring our mutual pact to the next stage.”

Your Mother quickly told the elves to take Elsie upstairs, while you looked over at Tom questioningly, but he shrugged and shook his head, letting you know he didn’t know what was going on either.

“The next stage?” Father asked. “What do you mean by that?”

“Since we’ve done our part of the agreement already, exceedingly fast and precise might I add, and the wedding is still months away, we want to make sure we will get what we asked for. You see, I respect you and your family of course, but one can never be sure enough. We don’t want to be tricked or exploited. So we’re asking for an unbreakable vow. Between Tom and your daughter.”

“A vow?” Mother was appalled. “What for?”

“For the marriage of course,” Marvolo said. “A promise that the marriage will be solemnised, that cannot be withdrawn from either side.”

Your breath got stuck in your throat. First the marriage and now this? If you agreed, the Gaunts would have both Elsie and you under their control. Infringing an unbreakable vow resulted in death and they would never stop asking for things if you agreed to this.

“Marvolo,” Father began and sighed. “Don’t you think it’s enough? That we agreed to do this for the sake of my youngest child? You haven’t broken her curse entirely so you can use her as leverage. And now you expect me to bring my second child in mortal danger as well?”

“There’s no danger if the plan proceeds as we agreed,” Marvolo answered. “The vow can’t harm her if she plays by the rules.”

“She played by the rules,” Mother said. “She still does. Everyone’s been playing by your rules, so why do you want to add the vow?”

“As I said, I don’t want to be tricked. It’s merely a way to protect my family. And with all due respect, your reaction makes it seem like you’re up to no good already. Who knows? Perhaps you’ve changed your minds.”

Protect his family… He would sell both Tom and Morfin for a Galleon and a half if he could. He was paranoid. You were still lost for words and didn’t want to speak, even though a million thoughts rushed through your mind. You knew every word that could possibly leave your mouth right now would be filthy and full of anger, and Marlovo was waiting for you to burst.

He turned to you. “What do you say, child? Don’t you want to prove your loyalty?”

You sucked in a breath and were about to answer when Tom suddenly stood up. “Enough! I want a word.”

“You want a word?” Marvolo laughed disparagingly.

“Now,” Tom turned to your parents. “Is there a room we can go to?”

“The reading room, right across the corridor,” Mother said and showed them the way.

You followed the three men and your Mother, and watched them enter the reading room. Mother turned towards you.

“Don’t eavesdrop, darling,” she said. “Give them some privacy.”

“Do you really think Marvolo deserves privacy?”

“No. He’s an awful man.”

“He is,” Father said as he joined you.

“We’re not going to let him do this to you,” Mother promised. “You’ve already done enough. Marvolo is out of his mind.”

“He’s greedy,” Father added. “Insatiable.”

You leant your head against the door to the reading room and pressed your ear onto it, trying to hear what they were talking about. Mother motioned for you to stop, but didn’t prevent you from listening.

First, you heard nothing. Silence, then footsteps tipping across the room. Mumbled words that were so washed out you could barely understand what they meant.

Tom’s voice echoed from the walls. “You can’t be serious. Why would you ask for more? And why didn’t you tell me?”

Marvolo answered quietly. You could only guess what he was saying. Something like “Why would I?”

Mother appeared next to you. You grinned but didn’t say anything, knowing you had gotten your curiosity from her. She flicked her wand silently and cast a spell that diminished the sound barrier, so you could hear every word that was spoken inside the room.

“I’m not going to let you go through with this,” Tom said.

Marvolo snickered. “And you think I care what you’re allowing me to do?”

“I know you don’t,” Tom answered. “But I won’t comply. You can’t force anyone to make an unbreakable vow. Not even with the Imperius curse. And you know that.”

“What are you doing this for?” Morfin suddenly participated. “For the girl? You know things will only get worse if you refuse.”

A moment of silence occurred.

“Oh, would you look at that,” Morfin chuckled. “You do like her, don’t you? Well, at least Father’s letter wasn’t in vain then.”

Tom didn’t answer.

“And her? How will you make her fall for you?” Morfin asked. “If you need a little love potion, I can provide that.”

“How dare you bring that up,” Tom spat. “You know I would never.”

“Well, Father,” Morfin went on. “Looks like Tom thinks he can do it all on his own.”

“Now listen to me, son,” Marvolo said. “If you think you can disobey me like that, without any consequences, you must take me for a fool. To say that I’m disappointed is an understatement. Just know that there will be more to it.”

They scurried around. Marvolo and Morfin seemed to leave through the Floo Network. You assumed Tom would follow them but could hear him roaming around the room for another minute until his steps wandered towards the door. Both you and your mother stepped away quickly. Mother fixed her hair and you tried to come off as innocently as possible.

Tom stood in the door frame, chest heaving slightly and the doorknob in his hand.

“Grandfather and uncle left through the fireplace,” he said. “I’ll go too, I just need a minute, if you’ll allow.”

Mother looked at him like she looked at Elsie when she grazed her knee or hit her head. Her eyes weren’t as stern as you expected them to be, but soft and full of pity.

“Why don’t you stay for a bit, Tom?” she asked. “We still have so much food left from lunch, we could need a bit of help before it goes to waste.”

Tom looked at her and nodded slowly. He must have known that she didn’t invite him to prevent wasting food. But apparently he didn’t care what her reasons were. He just accepted it and you thought that was fair.

“Would you show him around, darling?” Mother asked you. “While I tell the elves to prepare the guest room.”

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wastelandlovingscenarios · 3 years

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Companions react to Sole organizing a secret Santa!!!

companions and what’d they give for secret santa!

christmas/holiday asks are still open so please request if you’d like! ❄️

i’m gonna assume this is just a general ask seeing that there’s no romance involved!

Danse:

hes never really had time to celebrate the holidays, often busy with tasks that involved the brotherhood. now that he was freed from that place and had all the time in the world, he had the opportunity to celebrate christmas for the first time in years. doesn’t know what secret santa is. doesn’t want to participate at first but is ultimately forced to do so anyways, much to his dismay. secretly, he hopes to get sole cause he knows them the most out of anyone but ends up getting anyone besides them. knows literally nothing about anyone else, so the situation is horrible and is just chaotic for him. he overstresses about what gift he should get for said person, tiring himself out from overthinking but decides on giving them weapon mods. everyone uses weapons after all, right?

Deacon:

already knows what secret santa is. he’s read it off pre war books and has collected it from previous terminals hes hacked for work purposes. upon learning that sole is hosting a secret santa, he gets very excited, automatically joining in without a second thought. ends up being the best at the event, knowing almost every piece of information about most people in the commonwealth, including the stuff they’re interested in. has the easiest time getting gifts, knowing the exact places to find it and immediately retrieves it, wrapping it horribly and leaving it in a place where he knows they’ll find it. doesnt expose himself, even if he’s safe and permitted to, so the receiver never really knows who their secret santa is. regardless of the horrible presentation, the person he got beams with happiness and he’s satisfied with just that.

Maccready:

secretly excited but doesn’t show it. macs always been fascinated by christmas and the idea of it, so you know he’s about to join in regardless. doesn’t think about the gift too much, only wanting to participate in the event to indulge in the spirit. he’ll probably throw in some ammo, a handful of food/snacks, or if they’re lucky, a weapon he bought off someone for a good price. doesn’t spend much on the person he’s assigned to due to the fact that he has more important people to worry about giving the perfect gifts too. for example, duncan and sole. they’re top priority above everything and he won’t allow himself to give them a shitty gift in repayment for all the things they’ve given him.

Hancock:

doesn’t mind the event all that much, always willing to learn about prewar traditions even if he doesn’t care for it. hints at the person and tries to strike a conversation with them, asking what they like just to “get to know them better”. uses this information to his advantage and tries his best to pick out the thing they’ve mentioned. if he absolutely cannot find the item theyre yearning for, he’ll just resort to giving them things that he finds enjoyable, such as chems, alcoholic beverages, and whatever they’d like to get their fix on. if they ain’t into that, well... i guess you’re getting a random shirt for christmas.

Nick Valentine:

already knows what the event is and is more than glad to participate in it, wanting to feel that familiar nostalgia for himself. probably gives the idea more thought over the other companions and has consideration on what the person may or may not like. if he really can’t find a gift, he’ll just settle on something he knows anyone can use or will like in the end. it’ll more than likely be old style. for example, he’d get a radio or some good condition pre war books to give them, maybe even clothes that are near to perfect condition. he just hopes the person is grateful for the gift, really.

Sturges:

thinks it’s freshening to have a new tradition around and participates without another thought. he doesn’t go outside of sanctuary much and rarely takes the time to find random items just laying out and about, so he honestly just crafts something simple for the said person. it could be something like armor or weapons he’s been tinkering around with, maybe even a small, usable watch that’s he’s been needing to fix. in the end, he’s not great with general gifts but gives them things that’ll benefit them in the long run somehow, saving them the money they could’ve spent on those potential items in the future.

Preston:

loves the idea, believing that it’s a great way of bringing people closer to each other and strengthening their bonds. he wholeheartedly helps sole host the whole thing, wanting to bring it to its full potential. in all honestly, preston can cook pretty well for someone who’s been living off junk almost his entire life and makes use of his skill, knowing that he has decent food. so he makes something good, even at commonwealth standards, for the person he got and makes sure to deliver it freshly cooked. it’s easy to say the person was beyond satisfied with his gift and preston is ecstatic, already excited for next years secret santa.

Gage:

probably forced into it by sole. doesnt care one bit by the event and probably doesn’t even care for christmas all that much, only going along with it for the overboss’ sake. he’d complain under his breath on why he was needed to be a part of it but does it anyway. forgets about the gift and is reminded by sole eventually, much to his dismay. let’s be honest.. gage wouldn’t get that great of a gift. he’d probably kill some fucking radstag nearby last minute and drag it to sanctuary, promptly dropping it in front of the person with an irritated expression. “eat up.” he’d mutter, turning his heel to go back to the corner of the room he was previously hiding in. personally, sole feels sorry for whoever has gage and bites back a laugh when they get too intimidated to approach him.

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Stronger Than Blood Chapter 16: Draco

Summary: Hufflepuff witch Felicity Zabini struggles to find normalcy as she enters into her 6th year at Hogwarts, reeling from her father’s sudden death and her mother’s quick remarriage into the Zabini family. If only she had known that discovering Draco Malfoy falling apart in the bathroom would spiral into so much more.

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Warnings: FLUFFINESS <3

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Zabini’s sister was starting to tick me off.

For one thing, the stupid girl absolutely refused to tell me who had attacked her. From what I’d gathered, she told Blaise and Hannah a few weeks afterwards. That was early in December. It was now three days before Christmas Eve, and I still knew nothing.

“Excited for the hols, mate?” Blaise nudged me from his spot beside me at the Slytherin table, and I blinked out of my thoughts.

“I suppose,” I mumbled, spearing a piece of chicken onto my fork and taking a bite. I wasn’t sure how much of a Christmas I would have, seeing as Snake-Eyes still occupied my home. “I owled Mum, and she told me I could stay here if I wanted.”

My housemate frowned. “But surely you don’t want to spend Christmas alone, Draco.”

“I’d rather spend it alone than spend it with the Dark Lord lurking about the Manor.”

Blaise winced. “Got me there.” Then, his expression brightened marginally. “You could always Floo to the Zabini Estate for Christmas dinner. We’ve got plenty of room.”

You’ve also got an annoying sister who refuses to tell me valuable information that I’m not sure why I care about. No thanks. “I’ll think about it.” I told him with a shrug, looking towards the front of the Hall as Dumbledore called for everyone’s attention.

“Children, may I have your attention, please?” The Headmaster waited until everyone was silent before he continued. “This year, in the spirit of Christmas, your professors and I request your participation in a school-wide Secret Santa gift exchange.”

I frowned. What in the name of Salazar Slytherin was a Secret Santa? I arched an eyebrow at Blaise, who shrugged. He didn’t know what this was either. I scanned the tables until my eyes landed on Zabini, who was grinning from ear to ear. I rolled my eyes, because of course she would know what was going on.

The tables around me had burst into excited chatter; so she wasn’t the only one. Dumbledore sent up a spark in the air with a flick of his wand, gaining everyone’s attention once more. “Some of you may be wondering what I am speaking of,” he continued, and I folded my arms, arching an eyebrow.

“You shall report to your Head of House, who will have compiled the names of the students in your respective years inside a hat. The hat has been charmed to pick names at random.” His eyes twinkled as my dread grew. “It is your responsibility to buy a gift for the person whose name you have chosen.”

“What’s the catch?” Fred Weasley called out from the Gryffindor table, and I curled my lip, though I wanted to know the same thing. There was a smattering of laughter. For Merlin’s sake, it wasn’t that funny.

Dumbledore chuckled. “Thank you for asking, Mr. Weasley.” he answered jovially. “For there are four conditions. The first being that each of you will be given a name of someone who is not in your house.” Loud groans went up at that, but the old wizard held up his hand. “The second being that you may not reveal the name you have been given to anyone. If you wish to reveal your identity to the recipient of your gift after Christmas you may, though you are not required to do so.”

Huh. So this was anonymous? That suited me just fine; I was intrigued despite myself. I glanced at Blaise out of the corner of my eye and saw that he had perked up as well.

“Third,” Dumbledore said, “You must acquire the gift by midnight on Christmas Day. And finally,” Everyone was on the edge of their seats at this point. “The price range is up to you, but the bin where you will drop off your gifts is also under a special spell. This will ensure that you make an effort to procure a proper and thoughtful gift.”

The sparkle in his eyes only seemed to brighten as he dropped that last bomb on us.

“That is all. Report to your Heads after dinner, please.” With that, he sat back down. Once again, the room buzzed with conversation. I turned back to Blaise after a few seconds.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered. “This will be interesting.”

I sniffed. “That’s one word for it.”

***

After dinner, Blaise and I hurried back to the Slytherin dungeons. I smirked when I saw that we were the first ones to approach Snape, who looked unimpressed with the situation at hand. Blaise had reasoned that it was best to get it over with, and I agreed.

“After you, Malfoy.” He motioned for me to go first. I scoffed but approached my godfather.

“Snape,” I greeted him curtly, reaching into the hat and pulling out a small piece of parchment that was folded in half.

“Mr. Malfoy.” Snape drawled with a sniff. “Address me by my proper title if you wish to avoid detention.”

I scowled. “But Blaise and I are the only ones-!” I began to protest, but upon seeing the cold look in Snape’s eyes, I amended, “As you wish, Professor.”

Snape waved me away with his hand. “Mr. Zabini. Please step forward.”

“Certainly, Professor,” Blaise obeyed while sending me a smug smile. I shoved past him harder than I needed to, heading into our shared quarters. Once I was alone, I carefully unfolded the piece of parchment.

Felicity Zabini.

“No. Bloody. Way.” I blinked hard, staring down at the piece of parchment, willing it to say someone else’s, anyone else’s name, but it didn’t change.

I sank down onto my bed, raking my hands through my hair. Out of all of my peers the hat could’ve chosen, out of everyone in 6th year, it had to be her. Felicity Zabini, a Hufflepuff half-blood. Felicity Zabini, who my best friend would die for. Felicity Zabini, a witch who had seen me have not one but two breakdowns. Felicity bloody Zabini, whose skin felt like silk under my thumbs, whose lips had felt warm to the touch. Felicity Zabini, whose kindness baffled me but drew me to her inexplicably even so. Felicity Zabini, who was starting to make me wonder if what I had been taught about blood status my entire life was absolute rubbish.

What on Earth would I buy for her? I didn’t really know her well enough to know what she liked and disliked. I would’ve asked Blaise, except that we couldn’t tell anyone whose name we had drawn.

I took a breath, putting my head into my hands. Didn’t anyone see that I had enough to worry about as it was?

***

The next morning, I watched the witch as she sat at the Hufflepuff table for breakfast. She was with Abbott as usual. I leaned forward, straining to hear what the two were talking about. Then I had an idea. “Accio extendable ear.” I wasn’t sure if it would work this far away from my dorm, but a few seconds later, I closed my fingers around the contraption.

My father would’ve murdered me if he knew I’d gotten these from the Weasley twins’ shop. Well, I didn’t technically go inside. Blaise had gone into the shop one Hogsmeade weekend; admittedly, I’d probably just stolen it from somewhere inside his robes, but he didn’t notice, as he was still talking to Theo about Quidditch. Quickly, I took out my wand, tapping it on the extendable ear, whispering a “Muffliato,” for good measure.

“I told you I’m fine, Hannah.” Felicity was saying. One look at the expression on her face told me she wasn’t fine at all. Terrible liar as always, Zabini.

“Fee,” Abbott placed a hand on Zabini’s arm. “It’s understandable. The first anniversary of your dad’s--”

“I know, Han.”

I felt a strange tugging at my heart. In all the chaos going on in my life, I’d totally forgotten that this Christmas marked a year since her father had passed.

“Just talk to me, Felicity.” Abbott begged, and my eyebrows furrowed. Had they gotten into a row? I watched as Zabini wiped at her face with the sleeve of her robes, and I wrinkled my nose. Merlin’s sake, Zabini, have you no manners?

“I want to, Han, I do, it’s just…” She sighed. “It’s only...every time I acknowledge it out loud, my memories of him seem to fade.” Her voice broke. “What if I lose the memories altogether?”

Uncharacteristically, I was beginning to feel bad for eavesdropping, but it worked out in my favor in the end. I had an idea.

***

The morning of Christmas Eve I found myself walking into Flourish & Blotts rather sheepishly. The shop clerk looked up.

“Hullo there, I’ll be with you in a mo’.” She was an older witch who reminded me eerily of Professor McGonagall. Her smile was kind as she stepped out from behind an enormous tower of books.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Malfoy?”

I arched an eyebrow. “Do we know each other?”

She chuckled. “No, I suppose not. Sylvia Birchfield. I went to Hogwarts at the same time as your mother and father. I was ahead a few years, but I remember them.”

“Right.” I shifted my footing, wondering how to escape this unexpected and rather disturbing trip down memory lane. “I was wondering if you had a specific item in your shop.”

“Last minute Christmas shopping?” Sylvia’s blue eyes were amused, and I shrugged.

“Something like that.” Merlin’s pants, I hated asking for help. It made me feel weak. “Erm, would you happen to have a two-way journal?”

The witch’s eyebrows furrowed. “How do you mean?”

I cleared my throat. “As in, where the owner of the journal and I are able to have a conversation by writing inside of the journal?” Truthfully, I wasn’t sure if such a thing existed, but I had to try. Fortunately, Sylvia’s eyes lit up with understanding.

“I have just the thing. Come.”

I watched as she accioed a parcel into her waiting hands, trailing the woman as she walked behind her counter, setting the parcel on top.

“These,” Sylvia pulled out two identical, leather-bound journals, “are what you’re looking for. Simply give one of them to the witch or wizard you wish to write to and keep the other for yourself. Using the special quill included, whatever you write down inside your journal will appear in its twin, and vice versa.”

I was so relieved that I almost smiled. Almost. “I’ll take it. Thank you. Er, just one more question.” Sylvia looked up at my face; she had been gift wrapping one of the journals, doing a better job than I ever would have.

Unfortunately, her answer to my next question wasn’t one I wanted to hear.

***

I gritted my teeth as I stood in front of Dumbledore’s office. How on Earth could I do this? How could I ask him for anything when I had been tasked...I shook myself out of my thoughts. You’re Draco bloody Malfoy, for Merlin’s sake! Man up!

“Chocolate frogs,” I mumbled, hoping that the password hadn’t changed. Luck was on my side that evening, as the statue moved aside for me. Oddly enough, the Sphinx seemed to be giving me a smug look as I passed.

“What’re you looking at, you stupid bird?” I turned my nose up at it as I knocked on the door to Dumbledore’s office, wiping my sweaty palms on my trousers.

“Ah, Draco.” If the Headmaster was surprised to see me he didn’t show it. “What can I do for you?”

“I—I just had a question. May I?”

The old wizard stepped aside, graciously allowing me to enter his office. I sank into a chair across his desk as he sat down, folding his hands and giving me a pleasant smile. “Ask away.”

I rested my elbows on my knees, hardly able to meet him in the eyes. “How much would I owe you for an International Portkey?”

Dumbledore blinked. “Owe me, my boy?”

I nodded, biting my tongue so I wouldn’t snap at him. “Whatever the amount, I can pay it. My family has millions of Galleons.”

The Headmaster studied me carefully. “No charge, Mr. Malfoy.” He finally spoke after what seemed like hours. “On one condition.”

My eyebrows shot to my hairline. I hadn’t been expecting that, but I played along. “And that condition is…?”

“Why?”

I stared at him blankly for a few seconds. “Why what?”

Dumbledore’s eyes glittered with mirth. “Why do you wish to acquire an International Portkey, Mr. Malfoy? I wish to know your reasoning before I hand one over to an underaged wizard.”

I cursed mentally. I should’ve known there would be a catch like that. But as much as it pained me, I told him.

“It’s for my Secret Santa. Um, may I tell you who, I’m assuming?” At the Headmaster’s nod of approval, I continued. “Felicity Zabini. This Christmas marks a year since her father passed, and I just figured…” I looked down at my hands. “I figured she and Abbott could visit America, put flowers on his grave while they’re there…”

I risked a glance up at the old wizard then. His eyes had softened. I hurried on. “But I want to give it to her tonight, so she can have it before everyone leaves for holiday.”

Dumbledore gave me a warm smile. “I can allow this exception, Draco, but with one more condition.”

“What’s that?”

***

“When will she be here?” I paced the Slytherin common room anxiously, holding the small package under one arm as I did so. Blaise rolled his eyes at me.

“She’ll be here in a few seconds, now what is this about?”

Before I had time to come up with an excuse, the She-Zabini burst into the common room, heedless of the angry Slytherins who yelled at her to go away.

“Blaise, what do you mean you ruined my copy of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe? I swear to Merlin if you were reading while drinking your coffee again, I’ll hex-“

“We have company, Fee.” Blaise cut her off, nudging her side. I snickered as she whirled around to face me.

“Hullo, Malfoy.” She greeted me, confusion flashing in her brown eyes. The Hufflepuff glanced at Blaise. “He lives here, Blaise, why does he count as company?”

“I haven’t the foggiest, sister dear.” Blaise responded with a smirk. “He just barged in asking me to bring you here as fast as I could.”

Her eyes narrowed. “So you didn’t ruin my book?” When her brother shook his head, laughing, she stomped her foot at him. “Blaise Zabini, you horrible pest!” The girl turned back around to face me, folding her arms.

“What do you want, Malfoy?”

Here goes nothing.

“I, um…” I shifted my grip on the package I’d been holding under my arm. “Happy Christmas.” I shoved the box at her as if it had a snake trapped inside.

“What in the name of-“

“Just open it,” I grumbled, feeling the tips of my ears beginning to burn. Though the impertinent witch rolled her eyes, she complied, opening the box.

You could’ve heard a pin drop in the common room at that moment. Blaise flashed me a worried look. I shifted from one foot to the other. Oh, gods, she hated it, didn’t she?

“Zabin-“

“You’re my Secret Santa?” She asked suddenly, looking up into my eyes. I couldn’t quite read her expression, but I nodded. “This is an International Portkey.”

“I know.”

“To America.”

“I know.”

“To Ohio!”

One corner of my mouth quirked up. “Don’t make me tell you I know again, Zabini.”

She stared hard at me, and it was killing me that I still couldn’t read her expression. “Why?” She demanded, and I took a breath.

“To visit your father tomorrow, on Christmas. You and Abbott can go, and I’ve already sent a flower arrangement-“

I was cut off when she closed the distance between us and threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly around my middle. “What the—“ I stammered. “Zabini, what-“

Felicity pulled back and did what no one was expecting: she leaned up and kissed me on the cheek, beaming at me. “Thank you, Draco.” Tears were streaming down her cheeks, but she was practically glowing.

My stomach swooped. It was the first time she called me by my given name. Warmth blossomed inside my chest. I was sure my ears had turned a violent shade of red. “It was nothing,” I mumbled, scratching the back of my neck.

“No,” I jumped a bit when I felt her grab my hand, giving it a squeeze. “It’s everything. You’re a good man, Draco Malfoy, and don’t you forget it.”

Sweet Salazar. The glow in my chest only seemed to grow, and I gave her hand a light squeeze in return, hating what I had to do next. I reached my free hand up, brushing my knuckles lightly down her cheek before pushing a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. I took out my wand.

“Obliviate.” I whispered, closing my eyes and focusing on this memory, on taking it out of her mind.

I thought of what Dumbledore had said.

“Seeing as it’s not yet Christmas, you must Obliviate the memory from her mind once you have given it to her.”

“What!” I protested. “But then she won’t know—“

“That it was you?” Dumbledore chuckled. “Something tells me that you wouldn’t mind that, Mr. Malfoy, at least for right now.”

“Malfoy?”

I opened my eyes, looking down at the now-confused Hufflepuff witch. “Hey, Zabini.” My voice was rough with emotion, and I cleared my throat. “You lost?”

She furrowed her eyebrows. “No, I…” I watched as she searched her memories, trying to piece things together, but then she shook her head, mystified. “I can’t remember.” Her expression brightened as she noted the time. “Oh, but happy Christmas!”

I gave her a small smile. “Happy Christmas, Felicity.”

The girl turned to hug her brother, who scooped her up and spun her around. “Happy Christmas, Fee. Go get some rest, okay?” Blaise wrapped an arm around his sister’s shoulders, escorting her out.

When my best friend returned, he was gaping at me. “Draco, what on Earth..?”

I brushed him off, heading to my room. “I’ll tell you later,” I promised over my shoulder.

And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t have nightmares when I finally drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 17

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thisweekingundamwing · 3 years

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This Week in Gundam Wing (January 10-16, 2021)

Hey everyone! Here’s your weekly roll-up. Be sure to give your creators some love!

--Mod LAM

Fanfiction

December on the Outside by @lemontrash for @2pcbart

Characters: Duo and Wufei

Pairings: N/A

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags / Warnings: friendship fic, Post-EW, Preventer AU, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Friendship, Local man attempts emotions for sake of best friend, Gift Giving

Summary: Christmas. Wufei understands the concept, in theory. It’s a Christian festival now mainly about shopping, with some guff about finding the true spirit of family and happiness tacked on. It’s something both sentimental and aspirational, which to Wufei summarises Duo in a nutshell. Duo is famously a people person in the exact way that Wufei is not, and Christmas is very much a people occasion. An occasion that Duo's not getting this year unless Wufei does something about it. Armed with 24 hours and an awful list of suggestions from the Internet, Wufei's on a mission to deliver a last-minute holiday.

Strangers (Ch.15 and 16/16) by @chronicwhimsy

Characters: pilots + OC Oliver McGann

Pairings: Duo x Wufei, background Quatre x Relena, background Heero x Trowa

Rating: EXPLICIT

Tags / Warnings: long lost twins, pining, post-Endless Waltz

Summary: In which Duo and Wufei finally use their grown up words, and then do some grown up activities. Followed by an epilogue.

Without Prompting by @doctormegalomania for @antarespromise

Characters: Trowa, Quatre

Pairings: Trowa x Quatre

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags / Warnings: fluff, post-wars

Summary: It's been so long since we last saw each other. I wonder, do you think he remembers me?

Just a Thought by @expewrites for @lemontrash

Characters: Duo, Trowa, Wufei

Pairings: Duo x Wufei

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags / Warnings: friendship/love, partners to lovers, developing relationship, reunions, reconciliation, companionable snark, romantic gestures

Summary: They do say it's what counts.But Wufei would like to know just what Duo was thinking, meeting him at the spaceport with a big bouquet of flowers.

Champagne and Cider by @noirangetrois for @seitou

Characters: 5 pilots

Pairings: Heero x Trowa x Quatre

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags / Warnings: crossdressing, MPREG, nonbinary character, fluff, cuteness, happy beginning, happy ending, good natured teasing

Summary: Heero, Trowa and Quatre have a happy surprise for Duo and Wufei.

Winter Wonders by @lifeaftermeteor for @noirangetrois

Characters: Mariemaia, Une

Pairings: N/A

Rating: General

Tags / Warnings: family fluff, holiday fluff, domestic fluff, post-canon, post-EW, ice skating, holidays, Christmas

Summary: Mariemaia and her guardian, Cordelia Une, enjoy a night out in Brussels’ Christmas Market.

Once Upon a Time in Mars by @tziganecaffiends and @zaganthi

Characters: Wufei, Treize, Sally, Kathy Po, Mariemaia, Une, Zechs

Pairings: Wufei x Treize

Rating: EXPLICIT

Tags / Warnings: major character death, body swap, identity swap, PTSD, memory alteration, grumpy old men

Summary: He held the device in his hands, turning the helmet over and over again as he thought about it. He had been quite adept at ZERO even before they had modified it. It had never been difficult for him. He could choose so many ways to go, if only he wanted. He already knew what he was going to do, though.

Thin Ice by @seitou for @lokineko

Characters: 5 pilots + Relena, Hilde, Cathy, Iria, Sally

Pairings: N/A

Rating: General

Tags / Warnings: trans character, trans Sally, unintentional deadnaming, mostly fluff, let them be children

Summary: Sally believes there are things everyone should experience at least once.

LAM!verse Snippet by @lifeaftermeteor

Characters: Trowa, Quatre

Pairings: Trowa x Quatre

Rating: General

Tags / Warnings: slice of life, post-canon, post-Endless Waltz

Summary: This was not the first time Trowa’s next photography excursion had come up during their video calls, but it was the first time Quatre had seriously pressed him about financing the trip. In full this time.

Looking for Yourself Out There by @amberlyinviolet

Characters: Duo, Wufei

Pairings: Duo x Wufei

Rating: MATURE

Tags / Warnings: PTSD, guilt, self-recrimination

Summary: The story teases out of Duo in bits and pieces. He scatters it into conversation over coffee, sprinkles it like salt over dinner. Talks around it in the living room. It’s not that he doesn’t want to tell Wufei, it’s that he doesn’t know if Wufei wants to know.

Stone Soup by @2pcbart for @original-kakabel

Characters: 5 pilots

Pairings: N/A

Rating: General

Tags / Warnings: fluff, softness, loosely Ep Zero compliant

Summary: The pilots are stuck spending the new year in a safe house post-Endless Waltz and decide to make it a special night for themselves by cooking some of their favorite dishes from their memories.

Fanart

Cheesy Mistletoe Shenanigans (13x6x11) by @trickzill-art for @simulacraryn

Heero and Duo celebrating the New Year by @manybeary for @duointherain

Hot Mess x 6 x 3 by @lokineko for @2pcbart

Trowa and Quatre by @antarespromise for @expewrites

Several by @idrawprettyboys

Duo with his hair down

Relena Darlian

Heero Yuy

Heero Yuy (tw: self-harm, cutting)

Duo Maxwell in a kilt

Duo Maxwell 90s fashion

Duo Maxwell (cw: non-explicit masturbation)

Heero and Zechs

Zechs and Noin

Heero, Trowa, and Apples by @seitou

Noin on Mars by @theboringbluecrayon

Trowa Barton by @sabisbastelkiste

Quatre x Dorothy by @alphaikaros

Relena Darlian by @alphaikaros

Trowa and Quatre (WIP) by @keiko1183

Other Fanwork

Headcanons and Discussions

Duo is the only normal one by @cynthiaandsamus

GW Critical Analysis by Students, shared by @ikuzeminna

Other Fun Stuff

Duo and Relena’s first meeting by @incorrectgundamwingquotes

@incorrectgundamwingquotes continues to make us laugh (example)

Calendar Events

Cocktail Fridays with @gwcocktailfriday

Post your response on Fridays between 3-5PM EST

This week’s prompt is over here.

The Holiday Exchange just wrapped up yesterday with @thisweekingundamevents

I’ve tried to catch as many as possible that were posted here, but in case you (or I) missed one, @thisweekingundamevents will be posting a roll-up of all of htem on January 22, so stay tuned!

Month of Heero as advertised by @thisweekingundamevents is still going strong.

The current prompt (Training) wraps up on January 18. The next one (Technology) will run January 19-25.

Valentine’s Event by @thisweekingundamevents

No formal sign-ups, but be sure to check out the link to vote for this year’s prompts.

Lemony Shenanigans Event hosted by @gwlemonyshenanigans

Sign ups to participate in the NSFW event run January 6-March 1.

Posting will run May 1-31.

2021 Rhythm Generation Zine with @gundamzine

Theme will be announced on February 1, 2021

Mods are answering questions from the interest check so be sure to follow the zine account for info and updates!

#gundam wing

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writtingfiction · 3 years

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Golden deer Christmas party its a fun one my dudes (most competitive house they are having compeative Christmas parties)

it’s not two months late, it’s not two months late and filled with grammar errors.

pairing: None

words: 2k

Now, like usual, another event was coming up in the monastery that Byleth never truly experience. She doesn’t quite remember how the festivals were as a small child but over the past few years, she had been hired as extra security with her dad and company. Nevertheless, this year was different. She was a professor, with students that she taught. So, she wasn’t too surprised when the class approached her and asked about her experience with the Yule festivities.

“I’ve never truly participated in the festivities unless you count being on guard.” Byleth said. There were some gasps, and some students shaking their heads.

“No, no this won’t do.” Hilda said, and the rest of the golden deer nod their heads.

“Why don’t we throw you our own Golden Deer Party?” Claude said and there was unanimous agreement among the class, however, Byleth disagrees.

“No, you guys won’t be throwing anything, even if it is for my sake. The only celebration that I’ll be participating in is the ball. Am I understood?” Byleth said, giving her students her usual blank stare. There are some sighs but they nod their heads but this information doesn’t stop them.

—

It’s about a week and a half before the ball and she sees Claude and Hilda chatting, well, whispering like a pair of nobles. The hot gossip that’s being shared between them obviously important to catch their attention. For a moment she thinks to leave them be but Byleth remembers the reputation the house leader has and turns back around and walks back towards them. She could only get so close before they notice her.

“Professor!” Claude greets her happily, Hilda smiling right beside him. She gives the two of them a wary look.

“What are you planning?” Byleth asked, arms crossing. Claude feigns hurt, hand placed on his chest.

“Oh Teach, you would think your favourite student is doing something bad? Oh how you wound me.” Claude puts on the theatrics quite thick and it only makes it more obvious that he’s planning something.

“Yes, the theatrics aren’t for you.” Byleth’s narrowing gaze lands on Hilda. She looks cool and collected, however, she could press her and get something. “What about you Hilda, surely Claude can’t convince you to do anything physical.” The batting of eyelashes on confirms that the two of them are planning something.

“You’re right, Professor. Tried to get me to help him carry some oddly heavy boxes to his room.” Hilda said, shaking her head. “You should know better than to have a lady carry heavy things. Raphael would be a better option.” The look on Claude’s face though, tells Byleth that Hilda is telling some truth.

“Hilda, you said… ugh.” Claude straightens for a moment, sighing.

“So I was right, what are you planning?” Byleth pressured once more. Claude had a small frown on his face.

“Just some supplies for some concoctions I want to brew. I’m not going to create anything that will harm anyone, just some light experimentation.” Claude said. Byleth looks behind the two of them to see two large boxes. She gives Claude an unimpressed look. “I’m prone to not get it right the first time and occasionally break the tools. Come on, Teach, give me a break here.”

“I’ll let you go free this one time. If I see you trying to do this again I’m checking inside those boxes and confiscating what’s in them.” Byleth lets Claude off with a warning before she leaves them. The pair watches their teacher walk off towards the church, waiting till she’s out of sight before letting out a breath. A swift glare sent towards Claude and Hilda is ready to hit him.

“We almost got caught!!” Hilda hissed.

“But we didn’t get caught! If it was anyone else, we would have been caught.” Claude said. “Now, are you going to help me carry these or not? Raphael is getting the rest.” There’s a heavy sigh that comes from Hilda’s lips.

“You owe me for this, and for saving your butt from the professor!” Hilda said.

— —

A couple of days pass, a week till the ball starts. The church has started to put up decorations for the ball. The morale was a mix among the students but for the most part, they were in high spirits. Especially the Golden Deer students, chatting with each other as if they’ve already celebrated. Marianne seemed to be more in the company of others as of late. Byleth was sure to notice, curiosity creeping in the more she noticed her students crowding together more and more.

She happens to catch Lysithea and Marianne together. Muttering to themselves as they muse over some magic books. However, she’s sure that isn’t the book they’re supposed to be learning from. It’s an odd white and red book compared to the rest of the pile of books that surround them. Byleth approaches them, however before she has the chance to get too close, Lysithea and Marianne turn around.

“Professor!” The two girls say in unison.

“Girls. What are you doing?” Byleth’s voice doesn’t portray anything firm, if not soft. Lysithea is the first to speak.

“We are looking into different spell books to help Marianne understand the concept for a spell.” Lysithea speaks with confidence, it’s nearly enough to convince the young professor.

“What spell?” Byleth said. Lysithea seems at a loss for words.

“Fimbultr.” Marianne’s quiet voice breaks the silence and Byleth nods.

“I’ll leave you to your studies. Take care to not overwork yourself.” Byleth said, leaving the girls to themselves in the library. When Byleth is gone, Lysithea deflates into her chair. Marianne turns back to the book and continues to silently read over the page.

“Thank you, Marianne, I think you saved us there.” Lysithea speaks up. Though she doesn’t see it, there’s a small smile that appears on Marianne’s lips, whispering a soft ‘you’re welcome’.

—— —— ——

Four days till the ball starts and only three days before the Golden Deer Yule mini party for their professor. Spirits higher than usual but not that the professor would notice. She thought that their excitement was for the ball. So when she came across Leonie and Ignatz arguing over something it caught her off guard.

“No no no, Ignatz. Why would you use those colours? It’s not— it doesn’t go with the theme.” Leonie said. The noise that came from Ignatz was something Byleth had never heard before.

“It—it does not go with the theme?” Ignatz said in disbelief. Byleth peered into the classroom. The two students were facing a table looking at ribbons of different colours. Their backs facing the entryway. “I’m sorry but you’re wrong Leonie. The way the colours compliment each other is much nicer if we go with this arrangement instead of this awful, eye-poking colour.”

“Just because you know the arts, doesn’t mean my arrangement isn’t totally an option!!” Leonie argued. Ignatz doesn’t usually get so fired up about things. Byleth decided to step in, she didn’t want Leonie tearing off Ignatz's arms off.

“Leonie, Ignatz, what seems to be the problem?” Byleth approaches tentatively, although her students don’t seem to notice. There’s a huff that comes from Leonie’s lungs and a relieved look on Ignatz’s face.

“Professor, I’m glad you’re here. We were discussing what arrangement of ribbons to put up for the…” Ignatz trails off, hesitant to say his next words. Before any suspicion can doubt Byleth’s thoughts, Leonie speaks up saving Ignatz.

“For the ball. This will be decorations we were told to set up in the classroom.” Leonie explains. Byleth nods and approaches the table to see a beautiful arrangement of red, green and white. There’s a second arrangement with a bold colour choice. Blue, green and orange, the ribbons were tangled together, not exactly a good combo.

“We would appreciate your opinion professor, settle this argument for us.” Ignatz said, regaining his voice. Byleth nods. She doesn’t let them sit in silence for long before she points to the ribbons Ignatz weaved together.

“This one would be better for the celebrations.” Leonie frowns deeper at her teachers' words while Ignatz’s pride grows. He does not show it but it shows in his eyes.

The three of them talk for a short while afterwards before Byleth leaves them. She misses the way her students scramble to grab more of the appropriate ribbon and hurry to have someone watch the door this time. Too close again for the Golden Deer, caught almost again for the third time. They hoped they wouldn’t have any more incidents and luckily they didn’t.

— — — —

The day of the celebration of the Golden Deer Yule party for their professor was going to go off without a hitch. Claude had the perfect plan to lure the professor. Saying he needed her help with a recent subject, he made a point to fudge his scores a little on the last quiz so that way this would seem more believable. However, when classes were finished and everyone parted ways to get ready for tomorrow for the ball and to finish the last details on the classroom since the professor was gone; He had trouble finding his teacher.

He went to the training grounds to see if his professor was there, but she wasn’t there. Next was the mess hall, wasn’t there either. He checked the main hall, followed by the main gate and then the pond. Claude scratched his head, wondering where his professor was. His eyes landed on the greenhouse, realizing he hasn’t checked there. His feet take him there.

He pushes one of the large doors open to the greenhouse. At first, he doesn’t see anyone, but venturing further he manages to spot someone. A smile appears on his lips, it’s his teacher. Her hands are packing down dirt, she just finished planting some new seeds. He tries not to sneak up on her.

“Teach!” He calls out, making sure not too loudly. Byleth pauses, turning around and seeing Claude. She nods before standing, brushing the dirt from her hands.

“Claude, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Byleth said.

“You know how I got that low score about tactics on the last quiz? I was hoping to get your help.” Claude said, He receives nothing but a nod. “Perfect, I have my notes back in class.”

“I’ll follow.” Byleth said.

The two of them left the greenhouse. Claude talking about the examples from the book Byleth gave him last week. Byleth gives some pointers although she doesn’t feel like she has to. She knows Claude doesn’t need these pointers, he’s making an amateur mistake. What did he have up his sleeve? But then again, he could truly need help. Byleth takes the latter and decides to take his ask for help seriously. She’s about to ask what specifically he needs help with when they walk into the classroom.

The classroom is brightly lit, the golden deer students and some others from the other classes throw confetti and yell ‘Surprise!’. She can see the ribbons she chose strung all across the room. There are some snacks and a large bowl of juice. It’s a warm feeling and the scent of herbs brought Byleth back to when she was a young girl seeing all the folks in the tavern, laughing and dancing the night away in celebration. The clearest part of the memory when she tried to join the festivities but ended knocking over her father’s drink onto him. The momentary pause before the largest of grins and hearty laughter was a memory she cherished.

“Thank you.” It was a whisper from Byleth but Claude heard it. He turned his head from his peers to her, the softest look he’s seen from her. A small warm smile on her face as she looked at her students. A small blush appeared on his face at how warm and happy she looked to be with them.

“For you, teach, any day.”

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akegatacchi · 5 years

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Sense8 AU!aftg

In the honor of absolutlynothing I’ve decided to put out there one of the many au I have on my phone and archive it there

Big shout out to @a-m-peengoo and @bluesuederose for participating in this mess with genius lines and always be there to bear my 36 ideas per hour. We did a masterpiece girls.

Here we go it’s gonna be long

The cluster:

Kevin: Nomi. He’s just a fuckin hacker who’s running away from his family (riko). When he’s bored, he spends nights crashing the Pentagon system for fun, and makes every screen in the White House play Best Exy Actions Compilation (the longest and hardest part is choosing one compilation to play).

Dan: Will. One of them have to keep them under control. Plus, Dan with a gun i can’t even-

Matt: Riley. Soft, blue strand of hair, a heart of gold, maternal. As a DJ. Yes. SO SOFT (he still knows how to box)

Allison: Capheus. Listen. Imagine Allison in high heels, skin tight leather pants, driving a bus. Also, a F1 pilot champion who can drive anything (even if it’s the first time)

Andrew: Wolfgang. Duh. Do I need to explain myself. Just think abt him saying “This is Berlin. Those are my people. And we go to our knees for no one”.Boy he does NOT like this situation, at all. Will keep the others out with sheer willpower and no blockers. The cluster’s deadliest weapon. PLUS HELLO???? ANDREW IN A PASTEL PINK BOMBER SHOOTING ON A HELICOPTER WITH A BAZOOKA????

Aaron: Felix? Sorta? not a senseate but a great doctor. Senses bullshit and when someone is in Andrew’s body real quick (Andrew: says more than 2 sentences and is pleasant. Aaron:.....who’s that bitch where is my brother) . Later helps to manufacture blockers.

Neil: Kala. A pharmacist that uses his skill for arson and may or may not be running away from mafia/family matter and currently hiding in India. Him saying “Bring it, bitch” to Riko is my sexuality and Andrew’s. Can create explosives from a Fanta can and spices I mean it’s already canon in aftg. (plus andreil would work even better bc technically Neil can’t even touch Andrew for real)

Nicky: Lito. The drama, the sass. Also the scene where he discovers the Twinyard in Germany are his cousins would be hilarious. The scene where Lito seduces the nurse but with Nicky (“engaging into heterosexual activity? me????”) or the scene where Lito screams in the museum but with Nicky

Erik as Hernando. That’s it that’s the post.

Renee: Sun. I mean, a korean fighter lady in prison trying to be a better person and had a silent bffs relationship with a german gangster? Come on. Also. Allison in a bus and Renee doing art martials stuff.

Riko: whispers i guess he can eat Allison’s high heels

Now the ~scenes~ (it’s just shitposting):

Aaron, on the verge on several break downs: wait so you have like … DJ Blue Matt and F1 pilot Allison Reynolds in your head? since when? ANDREW SINCE WHE-

Neil: what’s a better use of a multiple thousands dollars education than precise arson?????

Aaron: why does your boyfriend always end up burning things up?

Andrew: he lits up my heart as well

Aaron: FOR FUCK SAKE

Kevin, shocked and betrayed: is there a better sport than exy?

Aaron and Allison: YEAH A REALLY GOOD CAR RACE

Allison: you’re - you’re like the spirit of Lucy Liu. In Charlie’s Angels. I watch it once a day. Renee:.....that’s sweet actually :)

Neil: does a molotov cocktail

Matt: I tHoUgHt yOu wErE a PhArMaCiSt

Neil: Yes? That’s PHYSICS

Matt: no that’s ARSON NEIL

Alternative:

Kevin: breaks into the Pentagon virtually

Neil: breaks into the Pentagon physically

Matt, again: i thought you were a PHARMACIST!!!! Neil: Yes I am??? That’s irrelevant

A senseate sibling, escaping, grabbing a vehicle at random: someone knows how to drive that?

Allison, in stilettos : no, but I sure will soon

Just Allison driving Renee around to fight people

Everytime someone mocks a senseate sibling Neil or Nicky shows up to roast them. Sometimes they do it both at the same time. It’s apocalyptic. The sass. The drama.

They can also bullshit their way out of any situation. Neil is such a smooth liar and Nicky is just ridiculous. The FBI agent charged to arrest them somehow ends up crying abt childhood trauma while hugging a teddy bear.

Neil, caught in the act of making a string of explosives by the FBI guy: uuuuuuh….Nicky?

Nicky, currently dealing with a white mom in retail: somehow convince the FBI to buy christmas lights

(Yes Nicky works in retail bc his family cut ties with him but he hopes to be an actor.ON BROADWAY)

(From retail to actor to cluster negotiator real quick)

A fuckin moron to Allison: a hottie like you driving a bus? what is this, hooker on wheels?

Neil: please let me have this one

Allison: seats back and enjoys Neil roasting him

Nicky: brings the popcorn

Nicky, to the FBI guy: You can’t arrest me Daryl I’m your long lost little brother

The FBI guy, a white man: My name is not Daryl Neil: THAT’S WHAT THEY WANT YOU TO BELIEVE

The FBI guy, texting Neil (don’t ask): I guess I’m still in love with my ex

Nicky: aaaaaw we have to help this sweetheart

Neil: do you want me to burn his current boyfriend’s car, buddy?

(Nicky: DON’T REMIND HIM THAT HE’S SUPPOSED TO ARREST US)

A fuckin homophobe: ready to get your ass kicked, faggot?

Andrew: appears through Nicky

Nicky, smiling: fuck yeah, baby

Andrew, between two bazooka shot, to Neil: we’re nothing

Nicky, through Andrew, all cheery: Hi!!!! :D

(Aaron jumps like a scared cat)

Andrew: ready to kill ppl for mafia business

All the senseate siblings in the back minus Renee, eating popcorn and enjoying the show: Kick ass, Drew!

Andrew, on the hospital bed: has an emotional moment with Aaron

Aaron: sir or ma'am, idk who you are but it’s family only, I will ask you, as his doctor, to leave my brother’s body

Aaron: Andrew is2g if you’re making psychic love to that fuckin red hair rn i will-

Andrew each time a senseate is hurt: Aaron it’s for you

(Just Aaron doing med tutorials for a whole cluster while Andrew repeats it with a bored tone to everyone)

(Aaron, sighs: it is Neil again? Just let him bleed for a few minutes)

Neil, making bomb with kitchen stuff: If it means losing you then no

Andrew, falling in love: oh

Bad guy: You have no weapon, blondie!

Allison, with Renee and Dan behind her: Think again, sweetheart

They made a little “honorary cluster member” badge to Aaron (he does not cry STFU NEIL)

Dan and Neil both knows by heart the laws of different countries…..for very different reasons.

Luther: humiliates Nicky once again

Renee: calmly breaks his hand at dinner while smiling like an angel, all the while stopping Andrew from killing him with the other hand

Neil, a pharmacist: blowing shit up and arson

Aaron, a doctor, watching him: yk what hold my beer I know several ways to stop a man’s heart

The whole “You don’t know how to use a gun” “No, but you do” with andreil or matt and dan

Just Drew and Renee kicking some mafia asses together as buddies

(While Neil blows some shit up in the background and Allison/Nicky cheer)

Matt has the perfect ear too

Him and Kevin are the remote operation/communication team but one day all the fighters/criminals of the cluster are busy so they both start to fight as well and fuck they are good at it

Nicky: I expected this from Biceps Matt but Kevin??? You can land a kick like that???

Kevin, outraged: I WENT TO THE EXY OLYMPICS WHEN I WAS 16

Speaking of Kevin, they all call him “nerd” or “einstein”

Allison: so the nerd can fight uh

Aaron, counting down on his fingers: so you have F1 Pilot Superstar Allison Reynolds, former gold medalist and tech genius Kevin Day, a human diapason, a multilingual arsonist, World no.1 Taekwondo Champion Renee Walker, a cop, an actor…..what are you there for??

Andrew, literally a mafia king:....ice cream and crime?

Neil to Andrew, after the whole debacle with his father is out: You did know there were mafia out of Germany too, right?

Andrew: I can’t even have that for myself fuck this family

Dan, every time before each “mission”: okay guys I know we need to do it but I’d like to remind ALL of you *looks pointly at Neil and Andrew* it’s STILL illegal and morally dubious

Neil: …….like I said to Nicky, irrelevant *without missing a beat blows up the entire building and puts on stolen Gucci shades*

Alternative:

Neil: ok saint theresa why were you the one to suggest we explode Riko’s brain off then

Dan: ...don’t turn the conversation around me it’s about you

Allison “guess we’re detourning a place next” Reynolds and Kevin “It’s not that hard to pilot” Day

(Kevin: But why are you on a plane to Russia? I thought you were in India last time?

Neil:....don’t ask)

Aaron to Andrew, where they are trapped and betrayed: your boyfriend wouldn’t happen to know how to poison a whole room with gaz?

Neil: I was born for this moment

(Andrew: just bc you’re my brother doesn’t mean you have the right to dirty talk my boyfriend)

Andrew: be gay, do crime and eat ice cream

Nicky: AND BLOW NEIL’S D-

(before they know abt Neil’s past, when Andrew is angsty bc he caught feelings)

Andrew: You shouldn’t get close to me, it’s dangerous, i’m mafia

Neil: oh haven’t you heard-

Jeremy, bouncing out of nowhere: Hey Kev ! Love how you BI-nary code ahah have you heard of the ARCHIPELAGO

Neil, sipping tea: so my father is the Butcher

Matt: okokokok coolcoolcoolcool yk what arson doesn’t sound like a bad idea after all

(this one is not funny sorry) but Neil taking over each time someone is hurt bc he is used to deal with it

“Give the pain to me”

Andrew and Aaron like to fuck around a lot with the whole sensate stuff (since only one of them is a sensate)

Bad guy: only one of you is a sensate, which one is it?

Twinyard, in a perfect and flat tone: try to guess

A bad guy is spying on Andrew and waiting to kill him in Germany, via a cam, thinking he’s safe BUT SUPRISE MOTHERFUCKER it was aaron dressed as Andrew in a mafia meeting and now you have to deal with a 5 feet tall mafia boy

For real tho they are a little protective of the normal doctor who heal them every time (yes even Neil but don’t tell him) so you bet something like that happens one day:

Aaron: comes home from work angry

Andrew, cleaning up blood or counting money: whassup shithead?

Aaron: There’s this older doctor he’s great and all but he’s a fuckin asshole to me he belittles me everyday bc i’m young and we lost a patient today bc he rathers humiliate me than let me save him

Andrew, a dangerous glint in his eyes and a whole cluster behind him: oh?

Kevin, opens his computer and digs up dirt on him: give me a sec

Allison: I can roll over him with my truck

Neil: there is so many ways to mix two meds and kills him ON ACCIDENT

Dan: let’s see how he deals in prison

Nicky: oh this is going to be fun

Kevin, reciting facts like he’s reading a grocery list: so yeah he smuggles meds from the hospital so local drug dealers, illegally sells meds for himself on the black market, does tax evasion, is friend with a local senator and both of them are involved with minors….i have already several reservation at X hotel btw and cases of work harassment on nurses and interns, threats to others older doctors in serve, and OH. OH. We have a spanking kink on our hands too.

Every members of the cluster, turning to Nicky and Neil:....go wild

Nicky, giggling: not that’s it’s a shame when it’s consensual but not here so - let’s start with the spanking :D

Neil: Can I make him cry

No violence is used but the doctor is found on the floor drowning in his own tears after a few minutes and after an hour he’s resigned and leaving the country

Andrew was dressed as Aaron for that (that being: smuggling Neil and Nicky into the hospital to meet the doctor through him) and sends him a selfie of a 5 feet surgeon and the man crying on the floor

It’s their best memory as a family (Aaron hates Neil a little less after that)

Neil to Nicky: why did you stop me from pushing towards suicide??? He’s gonna do that in another country

(Kevin: no if I can help it)

Nicky: bc we don’t do that to people!

Neil, Andrew, Aaron, Allison:...........right

Neil: killing even indirectly is no good but destroying their life and humiliating them publically is good?

Nicky: YES!

Matt and Dan: WAIT NO

(Allison: don’t brother Neil you’ll just hurt your head)

(Neil, close to tears: but...but...but arson?? Andrew, with knives out: alright fuckers who broke his heart?)

Matt and Dan bc they’re fuckin weak to Neil: ITS OK BUDDY ARSON IS GOOD

I have to end on this note:

Storyline wise, Neil would have make the perfect Wolfgang too….if Wolfgang was a twink.

#aftg #the foxhole court #tfc #andreil #hc #hcs #headcanon #headcanons #sense8 au #neil josten #andrew minyard #aaron minyard #dan wilds #matt boyd #reene walker #allison reynolds #kevin day #nicky hemmick #all for the game

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krat395 · 3 years

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Tickle Me Azzy

Happy New Year, everyone! :D And to kick off 2021, here is a belated Christmas-themed request I did for Rubygirl692 on DeviantArt. She wanted a tickle story involving Frisk and Asriel and I felt that a Christmas setting taking place 7 months after the events of “Tickles of Justice” and 14 months after the events of Undertale would be perfect for those two and fun fact, this is the first holiday-themed story I’ve ever written. So, with in mind, feel free to let me know what you think in the comments… or in notes. ;)

TICKLE ME AZZY

It is December 22; 3 days before Christmas; and Frisk and Asriel are currently alone in their mother's house. Currently, it is 6 pm and at this time, Frisk and Asriel are wrapping Christmas presents together in Toriel's living room; a few feet away from their large beautifully decorated Christmas tree; their last presents to Toriel, Asgore, Chara, and friends to be exact. With Toriel at a school staff party, and Asgore and Chara working at the mall as a mall Santa and elf respectively, it seemed like the perfect time to do so. Frisk and Asriel love Christmas very much and in a few days, they will be celebrating their second Christmas together on the Surface after the destruction of the Barrier 14 months ago. It's such a special time of year for both of them and one of their ways of getting into the holiday spirit is swapping out their usual striped shirts with red and green striped shirts to wear along with their usual color pants (Asriel's are black and Frisk's are blue); same stripe patterns as their usual striped shirts, just different colors (the green stripes on Asriel's Christmas shirt are a darker shade of green and the other stripes are red rather than yellow; and Frisk's shirt is red with two green stripes instead of blue with two pink stripes). Chara does this as well. Every Christmas, she wears a green shirt with her usual brown pants that's the same shade of green as her usual green shirt but with a red stripe rather than a yellow stripe. But one thing has changed this year however. Frisk and Chara, instead of wearing Christmas socks a lot of the time, have chosen to bare their feet every time they are indoors and in non-public settings. The reason being is because they painted their toenails red and green this year and just can't resist showing them off every chance they get. And nobody can really blame them either! Especially since their nail polish colors alternate between red and green; Frisk with green nail polish on her, right pinky finger, right middle finger, right thumb, left index finger, left ring finger, left pinky toe, left middle toe, left big toe, right index toe, and right ring toe and red nail polish on her right ring finger, right index finger, left thumb, left middle finger, left pinky finger, left ring toe, left index toe, right big toe, right middle toe, and right pinky toe; and Chara with red nail polish on her right pinky finger, right middle finger, right thumb, left index finger, left ring finger, left pinky toe, left middle toe, left big toe, right index toe, and right ring toe and green nail polish on her right ring finger, right index finger, left thumb, left middle finger, left pinky finger, left ring toe, left index toe, right big toe, right middle toe, and right pinky toe. Christmas fingers and toes! :D Perfect for one cute little girl that recently turned 13 (Chara on November 30) and another cute little girl that will be turning 13 the following month (Frisk on January 7)! X3

Asriel: Hehe. Wow, Frisk! You’re good at that. …You make it look so easy! *said Asriel to Frisk while sitting on the floor in a cross-legged position next to the Christmas tree, complimenting her superb wrapping job on every present she’s wrapped so far* What’s your secret?

Frisk: Hee hee. Well, for starters, I don’t have fur that keeps getting stuck to the tape. *joked Frisk, who’s currently on her knees; barefoot in jeans and wiggling her toes cutely against the floor* Heeheeheeheehee!

Asriel: Ha, ha; very funny. *said Asriel sarcastically in response* But yeah, you’re right.

Frisk: Heeheehee! Would you like some help? *asked Frisk, moving closer towards Asriel*

Asriel: Hehe; sure. I’ll cut and fold the paper, you tape. Sound good?

Frisk: Heeheehee! You got it, fluffy boy.

Sometime later… after all of the presents were wrapped…

Frisk: Annnnnnnnd done! Great job, Azzy!

Azzy: Hehe. All thanks to you.

Frisk: Heeheehee. Awwww! X3

Azzy: Can't wait to see everyone's reactions when they open their presents in a few days! I bet they're all going to love their presents very much!

Frisk: Hehe; they better! Mom worked hard knitting those hats, mittens, scarves, and tail warmers for everyone!

The tail warmers are for Alphys, MK, Rocco, Lydia, GK, and Rex. The lizards! X3

Asriel: Hehe, yeah. ...Oh! Remember that time Mom, Dad, Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, and Alphys all played hockey together?

Frisk: Hehe. Of course I remember! That was the talk of the town for quite some time last winter! And a lot of that had to do with some weirdo writing an article all about it on the Internet! Though funny, it was kind of inaccurate to how it all really played out to be honest.

Asriel: Pfft! Kind of inaccurate?! (More like super inaccurate! Lol.) Well that’s certainly putting it lightly, my dear sister. Hahaha!

Frisk: Heeheehee, yeah. But, hey, that's what writers do. They like putting their own little spin on things. Especially during that part where they talked about how Mom and Sans didn’t know what the heck they were doing and made them sound like they were flirting with each other! (They read how to play hockey beforehand for gosh sake! Why would they agree to play a game that they don’t know how to play?! XD) Oh! And that other part where they talked about Sans doing some cringy victory dance! (Oh my god, Sans was NOT happy when he read that part!) Heeheeheehee. Silly guy… or silly woman! Everyone knows that Sans doesn't dance. ...Well, at least not while others are watching. Heeheeheehee.

Asriel: Heeheeheeheehee. I know, right? Heeheeheeheehee.

Frisk: ...Wait, why did you bring up the hockey game just now! That was very… random of you, Azzy!

Asriel: Hehe. Just thinking about how fun it might've been if we had participated in that game. Ooh, but I don't like wearing ice skates though. You know, seeing as how I… never wear shoes. *said Asriel while wiggling his six toes cutely*

Frisk: You could always skate barefoot like Mom, Dad, and Alphys did. Your feet can handle the ice.

Asriel: Haha! Very true! But who needs to ice skate when you can go sledding instead?

Frisk: Oooooooh, yeah! Do you think that Santa will get you that sled you've been wanting, Azzy?

Asriel: Hehe. Well, after getting me that red bike I wanted last year, I'd say that there’ll be a sled next to that tree in a few days.

Another thing Frisk and Asriel (and Chara as well) do to get into the holiday spirit is talk about Santa like he’s a real person. They know that Santa isn’t real but pretending that he is real and the one responsible for giving them their presents every year just brings them so much joy and happiness; and last year, they went the extra mile by setting out milk and cookies on the night of Christmas Eve before going to bed and they certainly plan on doing so again this year too; for Asgore when he shows up dressed as Santa Claus to put their presents beside and/or under their Christmas tree; or inadvertently, the Annoying Dog if he happens to be skulking around Toriel’s house when he’s not supposed to be. XD

Frisk: Haha! I’ll have to take your word for it. …And, um, while we’re on the topic of Christmas presents, I got you a little something, Azzy. *said Frisk a bit shyly*

Asriel: *excited gasp* You did? What?

Frisk: Heeheehee. Close your eyes.

Asriel: Oh. Uh, ok then. Hehe. *said Asriel in response, giggling while doing what Frisk asked him to do*

Frisk: Heeheehee. Perfect! Now, keep those eyes closed until I give you permission to open them, ok, mister? *said Frisk politely*

Asriel: Heeheehee. You got it, Frisk.

Frisk Heeheehee. Ok, just checking.

About one minute later…

Frisk: Heeheehee. Ok, you can open them now.

As Asriel opened his eyes, Frisk handed him a mirror and when he looked at himself in the mirror, he was overly excited to see that Frisk had tied a red ribbon around his neck; a beautiful red ribbon, one that wasn’t too loose or too tight; just the right size. X3

Asriel: *excited gasp* OH MY GOSH, I LOVE IT! *exclaimed Asriel excitedly; hugging and nuzzling Frisk with glee and blushing noticeably red* Oh my gosh, I love it so much! Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! Heeheeheeheehee~!

Frisk: Pffffffff… Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!! *giggled Frisk preciously in response, giggling due to Asriel’s fur tickling her as he nuzzled her and rubbed his face against her own as if he were a cat* Azzeeheeheeheey!!! Heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!! Azzy, cohohoohohome on!!! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahhaahahahahahahaha!!! You knohohohohohohow how much that tihihhihihihickles me!!! Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheheeeheehee!!! *snort* Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee~!!!

Asriel: Heeheeheeheehee! Of course I do! That’s why I do it, silly! *Asriel then said cutely to Frisk as he stopped nuzzling her* Heeheeheeheehee!

Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!! I don’t blame you; and I’m very happy to hear you love your early Christmas present from me too! X3 It looks so good on you, Azzy!

Asriel: Heeheeheehee! I agree! X3

Frisk: Heeheeheehee! And, uh, speaking of early Christmas presents… Heeheehee! Presents, presents, presents, presents; presents, presents, presents, presents! *sang Frisk, scurrying towards the Christmas tree and lying down on the floor next to it to eyeball her Christmas presents that she’s super excited to open in a few days… or in a few seconds XD*

Frisk knows enough not to open her presents until Christmas Day. She’s just messing with Asriel, that’s all; like she has been for the past week or so.

Asriel: Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! *bleated Asriel nervously in response* No, Frisk! Get away from those! We’ve told you multiple times! You have to wait until Christmas!

With Frisk lying down on the floor next to the Christmas tree to look at her presents tucked underneath of it, she has left her bare feet completely vulnerable. So, with that observation in mind, maybe there’s something Asriel can do to those bare feet of Frisk’s that will convince her to wait until Christmas to open her presents; or, punish her for opening her presents too early. ;)

Frisk: Aw, come on! Just a peek! Please; pretty please; pretty please with a cherry on top? *asked Frisk, wiggling her toes in an unintentionally teasing manner while sliding underneath the tree a bit further to get a better view of her presents*

Asriel: Frisk, you get away from those presents or else…

Frisk: Heeheeheeheehee; or else what, Mr. Fluffy Puffykins? *asked Frisk cheekily, wiggling her toes in an unintentionally teasing manner once again* Heeheeheeheehee! Huh? Hey, wait! Wait a minute!

All of sudden, Asriel positioned himself on top of Frisk's legs; trapping them underneath his own legs with his back facing towards her own back; and then shortly afterwards, he tickled her bare feet, scribbling his furry fingers wildly up and down her soles.

Asriel: Coochie coochie coo! Coochie coochie coo! *Asriel teased* Heeheeheeheehee!

Frisk: EEEEEEEEHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! *Frisk squealed and laughed hysterically in response, letting her ticklishness get the best of her* AZZY, NUUUUUUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHU!!!!!! *SNORT* *SNORT* NOT MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEET!!!!!! *she pleaded through her laughter, flailing on the floor like a fish out of water* HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! *SNORT* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!! GYAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!

Asriel: Hee hee hee. Not your feet? Hee hee hee. Then how about your toooooooooes? *asked Asriel cheekily, grinning like a mischievous young man as he began playing with Frisk's toes. Heeheeheeheehee! Kitchie kitchie kitchie koo, look who's tickling you! *he teased, sticking his fingers in between her toes to brush his fur against those overly sensitive toe stems of hers*

Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!! *Frisk squealed hilariously in response, wiggling each of her toes wildly with every passing second as Asriel tickled in between and around each one of them, letting his fluffy and tickly fur do all of the work* HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHHAHHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! NOHOHOHOHOHO, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NOT THERE!!!!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! NOHOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEEHHEHERE!!!!!! *SNORT* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEEHEEEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEE~!!!!!!

Asriel: Hahahahahahahaha!

After about a minute or so, Asriel sang a little song, a verse from "Holly Jolly Christmas" but with different words; and it caught Frisk by surprise so much that she lost all focus to her surroundings. She found Asriel's song incredibly hilarious; but also incredibly cute; and she wound up laughing so hard and so much to the point that her laughter grew silent at least 4 times during the next 2 minutes or so.

Asriel: Oh, ho, Frisk's Dreemurr's toes; cute just like her feet. Somebody tickle her. Make her laugh with glee. *sang Asriel cutely as he continued tickling Frisk's feet*

Frisk: BWAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! AZZY, OH MY GOHOHOHOOHOHOHOHOD!!!!!!! *shouted Frisk through her even more hysterical laughter, lying down on the floor and making no attempts to tickle Asriel back due to how hard she's laughing at both tickles to her bare feet and Asriel's song* [HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!] *she laughed silently for a few seconds, overtaken by her laughter so much that all she could think about was laughing* EEEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEEHEHEEHEE!!!!!!! OHOHOHOHOH MY GOHOHOHOHOHOD, AZZY, HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA, YOU FLUFFY GOHOHOHHOAT BOHOHOHOHOY, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHA, YOU CRACK MEEHEEHEEHEE UP SOHOHOHOHOHOHO MUCH!!!!!!! *SNORT* *SNORT* [HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!] *SNORT* GYAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!

Asriel: Hahahahahaha! Oh my gosh, that silent laughter! That’s when I know I’m getting you good, Frisk! Really good! Hahahahahaha! Kitchie kitchie kitchie kitchie koo! *teased Asriel once more, picking up the pace a bit with his furry fingers* I’m still tickling you! Hahahahahaha!

Frisk: GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHA~!!!!!!!

Frisk laughed at both tickles to her feet and Asriel’s song for a good two minutes; and just when Frisk thought that she was finally finished laughing at Asriel’s song, Asriel sang another song; this time, a verse from “The Christmas Song” (aka “Chestnuts roasting on an open fire”) but with different lyrics; and made her laugh incredibly hard once again.

Asriel: Snail pie roasting on a magic fire. Goat Bro tickling your soles. Hahahahahahaha!!

Frisk: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF… HAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! AZZY, STOHOHHOHOHOHOHOP SINGING AND TIHIHIHIHICKLING MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEET!!!!!!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!!!! YOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHHOHOHOU’RE KILLING ME HEHEHEHEHEHERE, BUDDY!!!!!!!! *Frisk claimed falsely through her hysterical laughter, blushing heavily as the tickles to her bare feet continued* [HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHA!!!!!!!!] *she laughed silently again; for all she could do at this point was laugh* EEEEEEHEEHEHEEHEHEEHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEEEHEEHEHEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!!!! *SNORT* *SNORT* GYAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!

Asriel: Hahahahahaha! Uh-huh, suuuuuurrrre I am! *said Asriel cheekily in response as he continued scribbling his fingers rapidly against Frisk's soles in addition to swirling and twirling his fingers in between her toes against the stems of each of them, letting his fur and scritchy nails/claws do all of the work once again* Hahahahahaha~!

Frisk: HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! YOOHOOHOOHOOU AHAHHAHAHARE!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!! HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! YOU'RE GIVING ME TOOHOOHOOHOO MANY THING TO LAHAHAHAHAHAHAUGH ABOUT!!!!!!!! *SNORT* [HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!] *SNORT* *SNORT* BWARGHAHAHHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHA~!!!!!!!!

Asriel: Hahahahahaha! I most certainly am! *Asriel then exclaimed both cheekily and joyfully, seconds before blowing 4 long raspberries on the balls and heels of Frisk's bare feet; one on her right heel, one on the ball or her right foot, one on her left heel, and one on the ball of her left foot* Haha! Pbfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!!! Pbffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!!! Pbfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!!! Pbffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!!!

Frisk: GYAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! AZZEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!!!! *SNORT* [HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!!!!] *SNORT* *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHA!!!!!!!! CUHUHUHUHUHURSE YOU, FLUFFY BOHOHHOHOHOHOY!!!!!!!! *SNORT* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!

Asriel is having so much fun tickling Frisk's bare feet; and Frisk had it coming too! Not just for supposedly trying to open her Christmas presents early but also for not wearing shoes and socks in her friends' and relatives' home this month! If being around fluffy boss monsters for more than a year has taught Frisk one thing, it's that being barefoot makes her feet much more inviting targets for tickle torture. ;) But Frisk was willing to take that chance this month though and multiple times, she paid the penalty! She and Chara both did! XD But she's not complaining about it though. She loves being tickled on her bare feet. Especially by her loved ones! But sometimes however, it can be a bit much; and Asriel is aware of that too, which is why he is planning on pulling her out from under the tree after at least three more minutes of tickle torture. So, until those three minutes are up, the only thing Frisk will be doing is laughing. Due to being stuck under the Christmas tree with Asriel sitting on top of her legs, it's all she can do! XD

3 minutes later…

Asriel: Hahahahahahaha! Ok, Frisk, I’ll pull you out now. *said Asriel, stopping his ticklish assault on Frisk’s bare feet* You ok?

Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!!!! Yehehehehehes!!!!! *answered Frisk, laughing and giggling due to phantom tickles as Asriel pulled her out from under the Christmas tree* Heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!!!! Oh my gosh, thahahahahahat was so fuhuhuhuhun!!!!! *she added, rolling onto her back while wiggling and splaying her 10 little toes to shake the tickly sensations in all of them plus her soles* Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!! *snort* Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee~!!!!!

Asriel: Heeheeheehee! Good! Because now it’s time for me to give you an early Christmas present!

Frisk: Heeheeheeheehee!!!!! Whahahahahahahahat?!?! A prehehehehehesent?!?! Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!! Fohohohohor meeheeheeheehee?!?! *asked Frisk both excitedly and confusedly while giggling and moving into a sitting position on the floor, curious as to what Asriel is planning to give her as a present* Heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee… Heeheeheehee… Heeheehee… Heehee... Hee……… What? What is it? What did you get me, hmm?

Asriel: Something veeeeerrrrrry special. *answered Asriel, blushing red and giggling preciously while picturing how Frisk might react to his present* It’s in the basement; but d-d-don’t come down until I c-call you, all right?

Frisk: Oh, um, o-ok then. *said Frisk awkwardly* But why do I have to wait? Is it not wrapped yet or something? *she then asked, confused as to why she wasn’t allowed to immediately follow Asriel downstairs and into the basement of Toriel’s house*

Asriel: *sigh* Just trust me, ok? I shouldn’t be too long.

And with that, Asriel went downstairs to supposedly do what he said he was going to do; and while waiting, Frisk just sat on the floor and admired her red and green toenail polish as she wiggled her toes lightly against the floor. Frisk doesn’t know what Asriel is intending to give her as an early Christmas present but whatever it is, she knows that she will love it no matter what. It’s the thought that counts after all but Asriel usually tends to give his friends and relatives some very thoughtful and creative presents anyway. And this year is certainly no exception! ;)

5 minutes later…

*Frisk’s cell phone rings*

Frisk: Hello?

Asriel: Ok, Frisk; you can come down now.

Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheehee! Awesome!

After a short waiting period, Frisk went down to the basement to see what Asriel got her as an early Christmas present. Last summer, the main room in the basement became a new hangout area for the kids; one with a big television, a couple of bean bag chairs, a chair with armrests, a futon, and space for additional activities such as arts and crafts and playing with toys (they’ll probably have a pool table and/or foosball table or something in that space when they’re older); and as of right now, that’s where Asriel most likely is! :D

Frisk: Azzy? Oh, Azzy; where are you, buddy?

Once Frisk arrived in the basement, she was surprised to see that Asriel wasn’t anywhere in plain sight! “Where did he go?” she wondered to herself as she searched the basement for her fluffy brother. But then she stumbled upon this large box; a box that at one point contained all of the wrapping paper Toriel bought to wrap presents this year.

Frisk: Huh? The wrapping paper box? What the heck is it doing over here? *asked Frisk confusedly as she lightly tapped the box with her left bare foot, only to get startled once SOMETHING INSIDE THE BOX STARTED MOVING AROUND* Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!! Huh? What’s this?

Frisk then noticed a tag on the box that said "To: Frisk" on one line and "From: Asriel" directly below it. It was the front of a tag and after reading it; she opened it up and read a message written by Asriel inside:

Frisk: "Frisk, my early present to you this year is a stuffed animal version of myself. Hope you like it! Hee hee hee. X3" ...Wait! What?!?! Ok, now this I have to see!

Frisk could barely contain her excitement after reading Asriel's message. "A stuffed animal version of Asriel; does there exist such a thing?" she wondered as she swiftly took the lid off of the wrapping paper box; an easy-to-open box designed to look like a carefully wrapped Christmas present; to see what was inside.

Frisk: *excited gasp* OH… MY… GOD!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! AZZY!!! AZZY, THAT'S SOOOO CUUUUUUUUTE!!! YOUR GIFT TO ME IS YOURSELF!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! OH MY GOD, I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Despite what Asriel's message said, there was no actual stuffed animal in the box. But what Frisk found in its place was even better! Inside the box was ASRIEL HIMSELF PRETENDING TO BE A LARGE STUFFED ANIMAL! :D And to add to the cuteness, he put a big red Christmas present bow on top of his head prior to positioning himself in the box. He already has a cute red ribbon around his neck so he figured a bow would be a nice touch as well. X3

Asriel: (Awwwww! You're very welcome, Frisk. I had a feeling you would like my present. X3)

As much as Asriel wants to talk to Frisk right now, he feels that he shouldn't. He is pretending to be a stuffed animal after all; one that supposedly can't talk; and if he wants Frisk to get the most out of her early Christmas present, then he feels that he should commit to the act as much as possible. And so far, he's doing very well; continuing to smile the same way he did the moment Frisk took the lid off of the box; but he did struggle a little during Frisk's excited reaction though. So, as long as Frisk doesn't do anything to make him break character, then he should be ok.

Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheehee! Wow, Azzy! I can't believe you did this! Very unique idea! But I'm curious though. What made you want to do something like this?

Asriel: ………

Frisk: Uh, A-Azzy? Hello? Azzy? *asked Frisk, waving her left hand in front of Asriel's face to try and get his attention* Azzy?

Asriel: ………

Frisk: Ohhhhhhhh! I see what's going on here. Heeheeheeheehee. Sure, Azzy; I'll play along. Heeheeheeheehee.

After realizing what was going on, Frisk then tried to lift Asriel out of the box. Under normal circumstances, Asriel would've got out of the box himself; but because he is fully committed to acting like a stuffed animal, he didn't move a single inch, forcing Frisk to move him around herself while he was deadweight.

Frisk: Oooof! Azzy, you're heavier than you look! *said Frisk as she somewhat struggled to lift Asriel up and out of the wrapping paper box*

After a small struggle, Frisk managed to get Asriel out of the box; by tipping it on its side in a way that she was able to force Asriel to roll out of it. Then once Asriel was out of the box, Frisk removed the red bow from Asriel’s head and cuddled with him for about 15 minutes; pretending he was a large stuffed animal all the while; just as Asriel wanted her to do as he lied on the floor next to her completely motionless except for occasional blinking. It was difficult for Asriel to stay still all the while Frisk cuddled with him; due to how much he wanted to hug Frisk back and nuzzle her; but the young boss monster wanted to do everything he could to stay committed to his stuffed animal act and he found a way. But after those 15 minutes were over however, Frisk, being the (playfully) mischievous girl she is, wanted to see if she could make Asriel break character. In other words, find out if she could somehow make her "stuffed animal" "come to life." She's already got him blushing noticeably red after all of that cuddling but blushing isn't enough for her. She wants him to make some noise and there's one guaranteed way to get some noises out of him too. But first, she’d like to do some teasing; to see if she can make him break character before the main course of action. ;)

15 minutes later…

Frisk: Mmmmmmm... Oh, I love my new stuffed animal so much! And for a stuffed animal, he’s very warm too! So warm that I think I’ll warm up my feet on his fluffy belly. *said Frisk cheekily, wiggling her toes while moving into a sitting position next to Asriel* Heeheeheeheehee~!

With that said; Frisk lifted up Asriel’s shirt and rubbed her somewhat cold bare feet on Asriel’s belly; thinking that doing so would make him “come to life.” But instead, she wound up giggling preciously; due to Asriel’s fur brushing against her bare feet as she rubbed them all over his belly. XD

Frisk: Pfffffffffffffffffffff… Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!! Ohohohohohohohohoh my gohohohohohohohosh!!! Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!! Ugh, I always fohohohohohorget hohohohohow much thahahahahat tihihihihihihihihickles me!!! Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee~!!!

Asriel: ……… (Pfffff… Heeheeheeheehee!!! Oh no, not her giggling!!! Heeheeheeheeheehee!!!) *thought Asriel worriedly to himself the moment he heard Frisk giggle*

It was hard to resist giggling along with Frisk but somehow, Asriel managed to stay in character. But after about two minutes however, Frisk tried something different with her feet. Rather than rubbing them on Asriel’s belly, she instead held them directly in front of Asriel’s face; as close as she could without touching Asriel’s head; and wiggled her toes to tease the young boss monster himself, believing that doing so will make him want to grab her feet and tickle the ever-loving daylights out of them.

Frisk: Hahaha! Hey, Azzy! Tickle my feet again, please! Come on! You know you want to! *teased Frisk as she wiggled her toes in Asriel’s face, causing the young goat boy’s face to fluster with tomato-red blush* Enough pretending to be stuffed animal already!

He does! He so does! His tomato-red face says it all! But he can’t! For the sake of this early Christmas present to Frisk, Asriel wants to do everything he can to stay in character! And to stay in character, he needs to sacrifice the things he desires most. It was a massive struggle for Asriel but with both patience and perseverance, he managed to prevent himself from “coming to life” all the while Frisk teased him with her bare feet.

3 minutes later…

Frisk: Ugh! All right, Azzy; time to bring out the big guns! *said Frisk in a surprisingly intimidating tone, scaring Asriel a little in the process* Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy? *Frisk then asked in playful pet talk a few seconds later, lifting up Asriel's red and green striped shirt to pet him on his fluffy belly* Heeheeheeheehee~!

Oh no! Belly rubs! Asriel's weakness! Well, that and one other thing; hehe XD. It's surefire way to get him kicking his right leg repeatedly as if he were a dog! XD But not this time though! It was extremely difficult for Asriel but all the while Frisk pet him, he kept up his act as a stuffed animal! What a little trooper! X3

3 minutes later…

Frisk: Ugh! Ok, now you’re asking for it, Azzy! *shouted Frisk, raising both of her hands up while making claw gestures with them* If this doesn’t make you “come to life,” I don’t know what will!

Asriel: (Uh oh!) *Asriel shuddered in his thoughts*

A few seconds later, Frisk began wiggling her ten fingers wildly all over every inch of Asriel’s exposed fluffy belly, causing Asriel to immediately burst into a fit of bubbly laughter that was too pure for this world.

Frisk: Kitchie kitchie kitchie kitchie kitchie koo!!! *teased Frisk with a giggle, relishing in the sweet sound that was her brother’s laughter for the next minute or so* Heeheeheeheeheeheehee~!!!

Asriel: BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! FRIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHISK, NOHOHOHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!!!!!! *pleaded Asriel through his precious laughter, wiggling and squiggling on the floor as ticklish sensations overflowed his ultra-sensitive stomach* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHA!!!!!!!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOT THE TIHIHHIHIHICKLES!!!!!!!! *SNORT* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA HEEHEHEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE HOHOHOHOHHHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!

Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheeheehee!! Azzy, that wasn’t even a second!! Heeheeheeheeheehee!! *gasp* Wait a second! *Frisk realized something all of a sudden* Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! My very own “TICKLE ME AZZY!!” Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! Similar to that ticklish red monster toy but better!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! Tickle, tickle, tickle, Azzy!! Come on!! Laugh!! *demanded Frisk, mere seconds before poking Asriel’s tummy just one time*

Asriel: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHA!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! THAT TICKLES!!

Frisk: Huh? …Coochie coochie coo! *she teased once more, this time gliding her index fingers slowly along his sides*

Asriel: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHA!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!! OH BOY!!

Frisk: *gasp* Oh my god! No way! But just to be sure…

Noticing that Asriel was saying the same exact quotes as the ticklish red monster toy Frisk mentioned earlier; 2 of the 3 quotes to be exact; Frisk then scribbled her fingers wildly all over his torso once again to find out if he would say the third quote. And he did! Through all of his adorably precious laughter! X3

Asriel: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHA!!!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHA!!!!!! *SNORT* AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! *SNORT* OH BOY, THAT TICKLES!!

Frisk: *delighted gasp* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! AZZY!! OH MY GOD!! AZZY!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! Just like that red monster!! *Frisk fangirled, seconds before blowing several raspberries over Asriel’s bellybutton; to hear those adorable screechy bleats of his that sound like that of an actual baby goat* Pbffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!!! Pbfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!!! Pbfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff…

Asriel: Wait! Frisk, no… BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! *SNORT* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEE!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!! *SNORT* HOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!

Asriel was laughing so hard he couldn’t form a single sentence. Though not as tickly as Undyne’s raspberries, Frisk’s raspberries are enough to send Asriel over the edge with insanely hysterical laughter! And Frisk knows it too! Asriel was laughing, squealing, screaming, snorting, and everything in between for the next while; 2 minutes to be exact; and once those 2 minutes were over, Frisk gave him a much-needed breather; but only so she could hug him and then leave momentarily to grab a few things.

2 minutes later…

Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheehee!! Oh my god, Azzy!! Best early Christmas present ever!! *shouted Frisk happily while giving Asriel a quick hug* Heeheeheeheeheehee!!

Asriel: Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!! Glahahahahahahahad you like it, Frihihihhihisk!!! *said Asriel, hugging Frisk back while laughing and giggling due to lingering ticklish sensations on his fluffy belly* Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahaha~!!!

Frisk: Heeheeheeheehee!! So cute!! *Frisk said in response to Asriel’s laughing and giggling as she started making her way out of the basement*

Asriel: Hahahahahahahahahahahaahhahahahahahaaha!!! Hehehehehey!!! Hahahahahahaha!!! Frisk, hahahahahahaha, where are you going?!!! *asked Asriel confusedly while continuing to laugh and giggle due to phantom tickles* Hahahahaahahahahahahahahahahaha~!!!

Before Asriel could get an answer out of Frisk; Frisk left the room, leaving the young boss monster himself in a state of utter confusion. At first, he wondered if he should follow Frisk; to see what she was up to; but then he realized that maybe what she’s planning on doing when she returns requires him to continue his act as a stuffed animal. So, because of that factor, Asriel felt that he should stay put; to see what Frisk may or may not have in store for him next.

Asriel: (Heeheeheeheeheehee!! Oh boy! I wonder what Frisk is gonna do next!!) *Asriel thought giddily to himself, wiggling his six toes cutely as he lied on the floor minding his own business*

5 minutes later, Frisk returned with 2 bags. From Asriel’s position, it was hard to make out was in the bags but something tells Asriel that he’ll find out what’s in them soon enough.

Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheehee!! Ok, Azzy; time to take you over to the chair. *said Frisk, seconds before proceeding to drag a motionless Asriel along the basement floor*

A few moments later, Frisk dragged Asriel along the floor over to a chair; the chair with armrests to be exact; and once she got over there, she wondered how she was going to get Asriel in the chair while he was deadweight.

Asriel: Hey, Frisk. I’ll get in the chair for you; on one condition. *said Asriel cheekily, purposely breaking character*

Frisk: Oh? And what might that be? *asked Frisk confusedly in response*

Asriel: Kneel down on the floor next to me.

Frisk: Heh. Well ok then.

Frisk did as Asriel asked her to do. She kneeled on the floor right next to her adorable brother. And once she did, Asriel pinned her down on her back, lifted up her shirt and tickled her mercilessly for about three minutes; scribbling his furry fingers up and down along her sides as well as nuzzling her belly.

Asriel: TICKLE ATTACK!!!

Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!!!! AZZYHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!!!!!! OHOHHOHOHHOHOHHOHOHOH, YOU ARE SOHOHOHOHOHO DEHEHEHEHEHHEEAD!!!!!!!! *said Frisk through her hysterical princess-like laughter without any actual spite as her stomach quivered due to immensely tickly fur brushing against her torso at an alarmingly fast rate* HAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!

Asriel: Heeheeheeheeheehee!! Don’t worry, Frisk! After I’m done here, we can do whatever you want! *assured Asriel sincerely; but it was hard for Frisk to tell* Sound good?

Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! OKAHAHAHAHAHAHAY!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!!!! I’LL TAHAHAHAHAHAHHAKE YOUR WHOHOHOHHOHORD FOHOHOHOHOR IT!!!!!!!! *SNORT* HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE~!!!!!!!!

Asriel: Hahahahaha! Good! Pbffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!!! Pbffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!!! Pbffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!!!

And just when Frisk thought that the tickle torture couldn’t get any more intense, Asriel started blowing raspberries on her stomach and over her bellybutton. But not just that though! In addition to blowing raspberries, he also rubbed his face against her belly as if he were a cat. All while continuing his ticklish assault on her sides with his furry fingers.

Frisk: BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! OHOHOHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH MY GOHOHOHOHOHOHOSH, NOHOHOHOHOHOHOT RASPBEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERRIES!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* *SNORT* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* BWARGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA~!!!!!!!!!!

3 minutes later, Asriel stopped tickling Frisk; just as he promised he would. Then, a few seconds later, Asriel, knowing that Frisk wanted him to sit in the chair with armrests proceeded to sit in that said chair and let Frisk whatever she’s intending to do either with him or to him for the next while. And to the young prince’s surprise, Frisk took a set of 300 multi-color mini Christmas lights, plugged them into a nearby outlet, and wrapped around them loosely around his torso, arms, legs, and the chair itself. Then after she did that, she took a second set of multi-color Christmas lights; one with 100 mini lights; plugged them into the set of 300 lights, and wrapped them around his ankles and a nearby footrest that he had placed his feet on not too long ago; not too firmly around his ankles but firmly enough that Asriel was unable to escape his predicament. Then once that was taken care of, Frisk pulled out a red ribbon and tied it around Asriel’s two innermost toes, binding them together in a way that made it impossible for him to pull his feet apart.

Asriel: Pfffffffffffffffffffffff… Hahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahaha!! *Asriel snickered, giggled, and laughed all the while Frisk tied a ribbon around two of his toes* Ohohohohohohoh!! Hahahahahahahahahaha!! So, you wahahahahahahahahanna tickle my feeheeheeheeheeheeheet, huh? Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheheeheeheehee!! Yeah, heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee, probably shohhohoohhohould hahahahahave seen that coming after whahahahahahaahat I did to yohohohour feeheeheeheeheet earlier!! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha~!!

Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheeheehee!! Yes, you should’ve!! *Frisk agreed, right as she finished tying Asriel’s innermost toes together* And hey, look! You have two ribbons now! One around your neck! And one around your toes! *she then pointed out to Asriel, gliding 8 of her 10 fingers lightly down both of Asriel’s snow white soles from the bases of his toes to his heels for a little less than 10 seconds*

Asriel: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF… BWAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! FRIHIHIIHIHIHIHIHISK, BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I WAHAHAHAHAHHAASN’T REHEHEHEHEHHEEADY!!!!! GAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!

Frisk: Heeheeheeheehee!! Consider that a little warm-up, Mr. Fluffy Puffykins!! Because for the next half-hour or so, your feet are all mine! Mwahahahahahahaha!!

They most certainly were! For 25 minutes, Frisk tickled Asriel’s feet like there was no tomorrow; and she did so with a variety of Christmas-themed tickle utensils in addition to her own ten fingers.

Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheeheehee!! Coochie coochie coo!! Coochie coochie coo!! *teased Frisk “evilly” as she began tickling Asriel’s feet* Heeheeheeheeheehee!!

Asriel: BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! FRIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHISK, GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, GAH, THAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAT TIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHOHOHO MUCH!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!!!

To start it all out, Frisk tickled Asriel’s feet with her fingers for 3 minutes, scribbling them wildly all over every inch of her brother’s snow white soles as well as wiggling and twisting them in between his six toes…

Frisk: Hahahahahaha!! Azzy, the fluffy goat boy; has such super ticklish feet! And if you tickle them just right, you can really make him bleat! *sang Frisk as she continued tickling Asriel’s feet, replacing the words of “Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer” and causing Asriel to laugh even harder in response* Hahahahahaha!!

Asriel: BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! OHOHHOHOHOHOHOH GOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOSH, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA, DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHON’T SING TOOHOOHOOHOOHOO!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* THAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT MAHAHAHAHAHAHAKES IT WOHOHOHHOHORSE!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!!!

Then she used a red feather for two minutes; gliding it along every inch of his right sole as well as sawing it in between his toes on that same foot…

Asriel: BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!

Then she used a green feather for two minutes; gliding it along every inch of his left sole as well as sawing it in between his toes on that same foot…

Asriel: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!! SOHOHOHOHOHHO TICKLY!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!

Then she used two multicolored feathers for two minutes; gliding both of them along every inch of Asriel’s soles as well as in between his toes (one for each foot)…

Asriel: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! OHOHOHOH GOHOHOHHOD, HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA, NOHOHOHOHOT TWO FEHEHEHEATHERS!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!! HAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!

Then she used a red toothbrush with green bristles for two minutes; brushing every inch of his right sole and three right foot toes…

Asriel: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! *SNORT* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!

Then she used a green toothbrush with red bristles for two minutes; brushing every inch of his left sole and three left foot toes…

Asriel: BWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! *SNORT* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!

Then she used both toothbrushes for two minutes; brushing every inch of both of Asriel’s snow white soles (she didn’t tickle his toes or in between them because she didn’t have any free hands to hold his feet still)…

Asriel: BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! OHOHHOOHOOHHOH GOHOHOHOHHOHOHOD!!!!!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! OHOHOHOHOHOH JEEHEEHEEHEEHEEZ!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! IT’S TOOHOOHOOHOOHOO MUCH!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!

Then she used two candy canes for two minutes; poking his soles and toes with them as well as gliding them along his soles…

Asriel: HAHHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! HEHEHEHHEHEHEY, HAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHA, YOHOHOHOHOHOU’RE SUPPOSED TO EEEHEEHEEHEEHEEAT THOHOHOHOHOSE; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NOT TIHIHIHIHIIHICKLE FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEET WITH THEM!!!!! *SNORT* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!

Then she used a strand of gold tinsel garland for two minutes; “shining” every inch of Asriel’s soles with it as well as “flossing” all six of his toes with it…

Asriel: AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAAHHAAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHHAA!!!!!! *SNORT* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHA!!!!!! OHOHOHOHOHOHOH MY GOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOSH, THAHAHAHAHAAHAHAT’S DIFFERENT!!!!!! *SNORT* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!

The she used two cotton balls for two minutes; rubbing them against every inch of Asriel’s soles and six toes as well as in between his toes (one for each foot and she did this right after dumping an entire bag of them all over Asriel’s feet to simulate snow)…

Asriel: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFF… HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!! *SNORT* *SNORT* OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH GOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOSH, HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHA, THOHOHHOHOHOSE REEHEEHEEHEEALLY, *SNORT* REEHEEHEEHEEALLY TIHIHIHIHICKLE TOOHOOHOOHOO!!!!! *SNORT* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! HAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!

Then she used two stuffed reindeers for two minutes; rubbing their noses and antlers all over every inch of Asriel’s soles (and to make things more intense for Asriel, she gave the reindeers silly voices to make him laugh even harder)…

Asriel: HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!! NOHOHOHOHHOHO, REINDEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEERS!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! BAD REINDEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEERS!!!!!! *Asriel played along with Frisk through his hysterical laughter* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!

And then, while holding mistletoe next to Asriel’s feet, she blew raspberries on Asriel’s feet for two whole minutes…

Frisk: Pbffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!!! Pbffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!!! Pbfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!!! Pbfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff…

Asriel: BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* *SNORT* *SNORT* *SNORT* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE HOHOHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHA~!!!!!!!!!!

2 minutes later…

Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheehee!! *giggled Frisk as she stopped tickling Asriel* Adorable, soft, warm, lovable, huggable, and ticklish; I don’t want to stop. *she added, giving his right foot a platonic kiss and then his left foot shortly afterwards (under the rules of the mistletoe she’s still holding in one of her hands)*

Asriel: Hahahahahahahahahahaha!! Then don’t!! *suggested Asriel with an exhausted tear-soaked look on his face while laughing due to lingering ticklish sensations on his bare feet* Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!! *snort* Hahahahahahaha!! *snort* Hahaha!! Haha!! Haha!! Ha!! Ha. Whew!

Frisk: Oh, but I must! Because if I leave you like this, then it will be difficult for you to exact your revenge! *stated Frisk with a cheekily smile while freeing Asriel from his bind, causing Asriel to perk up in response*

Asriel: Wait, what?! A-are you serious, Frisk?!

Frisk: Pfft! Of course I am! You know me, Azzy! I love being tickled! Especially on my feet! *Frisk assured Asriel, wiggling her toes against the floor in anticipation*

Asriel: Heeheeheeheehee! That, you do! Heeheeheeheehee! Ok, I’ll do it.

Frisk: Heeheeheeheehee! Terrific!

As soon as Frisk completely freed Asriel from his bind, Asriel left the basement briefly to grab something from his bedroom. And while Asriel was doing that, Frisk positioned herself in the chair the same way Asriel was positioned for 25 whole minutes. But she did not use Christmas tree lights to bind herself though. Instead, she positioned herself into a giant Christmas gift bag (a big red plastic bag with snowflakes on it) with her head sticking out at the top of the bag and sat down in the chair with her feet resting on the nearby footrest. Then once Asriel returned, Frisk commanded him to tear open the bottom of the bag to reveal her bare feet for him to tickle.

Asriel: I’m ba… Heeheeheehee! Well, look at you all wrapped up in that gift bag! Heeheeheeheehee!

Frisk: Heeheeheeheehee! I knew you’d like it. Heeheeheeheehee! Now, technically you’re not supposed to open this until Christmas but… I don’t think tearing open the bottom for a little peek won’t hurt anything… if you, um, get what I’m saying. *said Frisk with a wink and a real big grin on her face as she kicked her legs lightly and wiggled her toes inside the large bag*

Asriel: Heeheeheeheeheehee! Oh, I do. I so do, Frisk! Heeheeheehee!

Asriel then tore open the bottommost portion of the giant gift bag, revealing Frisk’s cute bare feet. Then a few seconds later, he tied her ankles to the footrest with some red tinsel garland; to prevent her from pulling her legs away. And with a red ribbon, he tied her two big toes together; to prevent her from pulling her feet apart.

Frisk: Heeheeeheeheehee! Perfect, Azzy! Enjoy my second early Christmas present to you!

Asriel: Heeheeheehee! Thanks, Frisk; for everything you do for me. *said Asriel with a heartwarming smile*

Frisk: Hehe; of course, Azzy. You’re very much welcome. And if you like this present so much, I can’t wait to see your reaction to the main thing I got you this year!

Asriel: Hehe, yeah, same here. I bet that you and Chara are going to love what I got you!

Little does Frisk know, Asriel got both her and Chara THEIR VERY OWN “TICKLE ME AZZY” TOYS for Christmas this year! :O Gaster, Sans, Alphys, and Monica helped him make them; Monica for sewing the toys’ skins and capturing Asriel’s likeness; and Gaster, Sans, and Alphys with everything else (this included tickling Asriel to record his laughter for the toys’ audio XD).

Frisk: Heeheeheehee! I bet I will! But am I going to enjoy more than you tickling my feet in a few seconds?

Asriel: Hehe; maybe. But, uh, I’ll let you be the judge of that. *said Asriel with a cute smile as he began tickling Frisk’s bare feet and continued doing so for the next 25 minutes* Heeheeheeheeheeheehee!! Kitchie kitchie kitchie kitchie kitchie koo!! Hahahahahahaha!!

Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH; HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA, OHOHOHHOHOHOHOHOH JEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEZ!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* BWARGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!!!

For the first 13 minutes, Asriel tickled every sensitive inch of Frisk’s bare feet with 3 toothbrushes (a red toothbrush with green bristles, a green toothbrush with red bristles, and a red and white toothbrush with a candy cane pattern); getting her everywhere on her soles and the tops of feet as well as on the pads of her toes, the stems of her toes, and even in the spaces in between her toes. But that was nothing compared to how he tickled her during the last 12 minutes though. During the last 12 minutes, Asriel DREW ON FRISK’S BARE FEET with a 4-color pen (red, green, blue, and black), which he personally won while playing a Christmas-themed game at school; drawing Christmas wreathes on the balls of her feet (2 wreathes per foot) and Christmas trees on her heels (2 trees per foot) and writing “MERRY” on her right foot toes (one letter per toe), “CHRISTMAS” vertically on her right sole, “HAPPY” on her left foot toes (one letter per toe), and “HOLIDAYS” vertically on her left sole. Asriel had so much fun drawing on Frisk’s bare feet and Frisk in turn had so much fun being tickled by Asriel in that way. Her hysterical laughter said it all! XD

Frisk: HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! HOHOHOHOHO, HOHOHOHOHOHO, HOHOHOHOHO!!!!!!!!!! MEHEHEHEHEHEHERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!!!

THE END.

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bugloveskpop · 3 years

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Christmas has pagan roots, just accept it

So I saw a post saying Christmas wasn't a pagan holiday. It actually was so I'm going to do the best of my abilities at the moment to show everyone a little history this Christmas in the form of a lot of quotes because I don't have a ton of spoons to write a whole research paper. I actually grew up in a Christian home. Although, I am no longer associated with Christianity; I am an Omnist. Religion wise, I am a unitarian universalist. I also practice witchcraft as an eclectic witch.

A note: I will be using BCE/CE vs BC/AD as year markers. There is no difference in dating, just in the terms. For example, 1403 AD and 1403 CE are the same date as are 4000BC and 4000BCE.

To begin, I think a lot of people are misunderstanding what a pagan is. Coming from the Merriam-Webster website, a pagan/heathen is:

"Pagan is derived from the Late Latin paganus, which was used at the end of the Roman Empire to name those who practiced a religion other than Christianity, Judaism, or Islam. Early Christians often used the term to refer to non-Christians who worshiped multiple deities. In Latin, paganus originally meant “country dweller” or “civilian;” it is believed that the word’s religious meanings developed either from the enduring non-Christian religious practices of those who lived far from the Roman cities where Christianity was more quickly adopted, or from the fact that early Christians referred to themselves as “soldiers of Christ,” making nonbelievers “civilians.”

The definition and etymology of heathen overlap with those of pagan: both words denote “an unconverted member of a people or nation that does not acknowledge the God of the Bible,” and heathen, like pagan, is believed to have come from the term for a country inhabitant, or in this case, a "heath dweller."

Both words have developed broader and pejorative meanings over time, with pagan being used to mean “an irreligious or hedonistic person” and heathen “uncivilized” or “strange,” but their original meanings are still in use."

Link: https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/pagan#note-1

This shows that pagans are literally just people who don't practice Christanity, Islam, or Judaism, which are religions that focus on the Hebrew god. This covers a very broad amount of people of various religions from around the world.

Christianity was formed around the 1st century (or 1 CE), and was imposed by Emperor Constantine in 345 CE. Judaism was formed about 4-5,000 years ago (9th to 5th century BCE), making it the oldest monotheistic religion. Islam was founded in the 7th century, around 570 CE, making it the youngest monotheistic religion.

Greek mythology is hard to date because it is believed to have stemmed from centuries of oral tradition. It is likely that Greek myths evolved from stories told in the Minoan civilization of Crete, which lasted from about 3000 to 1100 BCE. Greek mythology also predates Roman mythology by over 1,000 years. The Roman leaders basically copied the Greek religion.

Norse mythological was shared by Northern Germanic tribes of the 9th century CE. These stories were passed down by poetry until the 11th–18th centuries when the Eddas and other medieval texts were written.

Hinduism was founded roughly around the 15th – 5th century BCE. An Indo-Iranian religion known as Zoroastrianism is said to date back to the 2nd millennium BCE (10th to 5th century BCE). It was extremely influential over the development of the Abrahamic tradition as well. Jainism was founded around 8th to 2nd century BCE.

This is just a couple of religions within certain areas, but it was for the sake of a point. Even though Judaism is the oldest monotheistic religion, and the oldest of the religions that worship the Abrahamic god, there are religions that predate it, and even influence it.

Now we will move onto when Christmas is celebrated. Christmas is supposed to celebrate the birth of Christ. However, it is not likely that he was born in the winter time. There was a pagan holiday that was celebrated on what we now call Christmas, however.

"It just so happens that on the twenty-fifth of December in the Roman Empire there was a pagan holiday that was linked to mystery religions; the pagans celebrated their festival on December 25. The Christians didn’t want to participate in that, and so they said, “While everybody else is celebrating this pagan thing, we’re going to have our own celebration. We’re going to celebrate the thing that’s most important in our lives, the incarnation of God, the birth of Jesus Christ. So this is going to be a time of joyous festivities, of celebration and worship of our God and King.”"

This is coming from a Christian site: https://www.ligonier.org/blog/celebration-christmas-pagan-ritual/

"The precise origin of assigning December 25 as the birth date of Jesus is unclear. The New Testament provides no clues in this regard. December 25 was first identified as the date of Jesus’ birth by Sextus Julius Africanus in 221 and later became the universally accepted date. One widespread explanation of the origin of this date is that December 25 was the Christianizing of the dies solis invicti nati (“day of the birth of the unconquered sun”), a popular holiday in the Roman Empire that celebrated the winter solstice as a symbol of the resurgence of the sun, the casting away of winter and the heralding of the rebirth of spring and summer. Indeed, after December 25 had become widely accepted as the date of Jesus’ birth, Christian writers frequently made the connection between the rebirth of the sun and the birth of the Son. One of the difficulties with this view is that it suggests a nonchalant willingness on the part of the Christian church to appropriate a pagan festival when the early church was so intent on distinguishing itself categorically from pagan beliefs and practices."

Link: https://www.britannica.com/topic/Christmas

In fact, from the same source as the last, celebrating birthdays was originally a pagan thing:

"In particular, during the first two centuries of Christianity there was strong opposition to recognizing birthdays of martyrs or, for that matter, of Jesus. Numerous Church Fathers offered sarcastic comments about the pagan custom of celebrating birthdays when, in fact, saints and martyrs should be honoured on the days of their martyrdom—their true “birthdays,” from the church’s perspective."

It is also important to note, many pagans (especially witches) celebrate the solstices. The winter solstice happens to occur very close to Christmas, usually December 21st or 22nd. It is known as Yule.

The Christmas tree also has several pagan origins:

"The history of Christmas trees goes back to the symbolic use of evergreens in ancient Egypt and Rome and continues with the German tradition of candlelit Christmas trees first brought to America in the 1800s. Discover the history of the Christmas tree, from the earliest winter solstice celebrations to Queen Victoria’s decorating habits and the annual lighting of the Rockefeller Center tree in New York City.

Long before the advent of Christianity, plants and trees that remained green all year had a special meaning for people in the winter. Just as people today decorate their homes during the festive season with pine, spruce, and fir trees, ancient peoples hung evergreen boughs over their doors and windows. In many countries it was believed that evergreens would keep away witches, ghosts, evil spirits, and illness.

In the Northern hemisphere, the shortest day and longest night of the year falls on December 21 or December 22 and is called the winter solstice. Many ancient people believed that the sun was a god and that winter came every year because the sun god had become sick and weak. They celebrated the solstice because it meant that at last the sun god would begin to get well. Evergreen boughs reminded them of all the green plants that would grow again when the sun god was strong and summer would return.

The ancient Egyptians worshipped a god called Ra, who had the head of a hawk and wore the sun as a blazing disk in his crown. At the solstice, when Ra began to recover from his illness, the Egyptians filled their homes with green palm rushes, which symbolized for them the triumph of life over death.

Early Romans marked the solstice with a feast called Saturnalia in honor of Saturn, the god of agriculture. The Romans knew that the solstice meant that soon, farms and orchards would be green and fruitful. To mark the occasion, they decorated their homes and temples with evergreen boughs.

In Northern Europe the mysterious Druids, the priests of the ancient Celts, also decorated their temples with evergreen boughs as a symbol of everlasting life. The fierce Vikings in Scandinavia thought that evergreens were the special plant of the sun god, Balder."

This is from this site: https://www.history.com/topics/christmas/history-of-christmas-trees

Santa Claus is also linked to pagan traditions:

"Santa Claus is primarily linked to St. Nicholas, the Greek bishop of Myra, a Roman town in Turkey. St. Nicholas lived during the third and fourth centuries. He defended Christianity while followers were being persecuted. He was imprisoned for many years until Constantine came to power and made Christianity the dominant religion in the Roman empire....

St. Nicholas is commonly linked to Odin, the ruler of Asgard, one of the major gods in Germanic mythology who was depicted as a white-bearded man with magical powers. However, Odin’s ties to Santa Claus may be more pronounced. The winter solstice, also known as Yule, was a time when Odin led a hunting party, known as the Wild Hunt, in the sky with an eight-legged horse named Sleipnir. The 13th century Poetic Edda said the mythical horse could leap great distances -- a trait reindeer possess. Children would leave their boots by the chimney filled with carrots and hay to feed Sleipnir. Legend has it that whenever Odin flew by he would leave gifts by their boots.

After Christianity took hold, this practice was later adopted in relation to St. Nicholas. Children would leave their shoes on the windowsill or bedroom door on the evening of Dec. 5 for the saint to reward them with nuts, fruits and sweets.

Frau Holda is the Germanic goddess of winter. In German folk legends, she is depicted as a beautiful blonde who is the protector of children’s souls. Like Odin, she would fly through the night and give gifts to children, as Beliefnet noted. In some depictions, Holda is dressed in red and uses chimneys to deliver gifts. Some Germanic traditions involve leaving food and milk for Holda Dec. 24, known as Mother Night."

Link: https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.ibtimes.com/santa-claus-pagan-origins-5-influences-behind-father-christmas-1736863%3famp=1

There are also different versions of "Santa", some are actually meant to scare children:

"Sinterklaas is Dutch legend, based on St. Nicholas. On the Feast of St. Nicholas, Dec. 6, Sinterklaas – a bishop wearing a red cape – rides into town on a white horse and takes notes on which children have been naughty or nice in his big red book.

Zwarte Piet, or Black Peter, is the (highly controversial) assistant to Sinterklaas. Depicted as a small man wearing blackface and traditional Moorish dresses, he assists Sinterklaas by handing out candy to children who have been good throughout the year, and spanking naughty children with a broomstick.

Father Christmas was the earliest personificaton of Christmas. Dating back to the 15th century, Father Christmas has been bringing joy to all humans, not just children, mostly through throwing giant feasts.

The Yule Goat is Father Christmas's version of a reindeer. The legend of the goat began in ancient Slavic times, when Yule festivals were thrown to please the gods of fertilty and good harvest. Often, the goats would carry in offerings of straw and grain. Now, they are often depicted carrying Father Christmas.

Belsnickel is one of the scarier legends, stemming from German and Pennsylvania Dutch folklore. Said to look like an old fur-trader, wearing a mask and having a long tongue, he carries a long stick with which to beat naughty children, as well as pockets full of sweets for those that were nice.

Krampus is by far the scariest of the legends. Popular in Eastern European lore, Krampus is described as being half goat, half demon, with giant curled horns on his head, and a long tongue. He follows St. Nicholas around berating naughty children, and drinking schnapps, a customary offering for him."

Link for everything above: https://allthatsinteresting.com/santa-claus-legends#17

Yule logs were apart of Yule, again, a pagan holiday :

"The custom of burning the Yule Log goes back to, and before, medieval times. It was originally a Nordic tradition. Yule is the name of the old Winter Solstice festivals in Scandinavia and other parts of northern Europe, such as Germany.

The Yule Log was originally an entire tree, that was carefully chosen and brought into the house with great ceremony. The largest end of the log would be placed into the fire hearth while the rest of the tree stuck out into the room! The log would be lit from the remains of the previous year's log which had been carefully stored away and slowly fed into the fire through the Twelve Days of Christmas. It was considered important that the re-lighting process was carried out by someone with clean hands."

Carols were also pagan, and apart of Yule:

"Carols were first sung in Europe thousands of years ago, but these were not Christmas Carols. They were pagan songs, sung at the Winter Solstice celebrations as people danced round stone circles. The Winter Solstice is the shortest day of the year, usually taking place around 22nd December."

Yep, Holly, Mistletoe, and Ivy too:

"Holly, Ivy and other greenery such as Mistletoe were originally used in pre-Christian times to help celebrate the Winter Solstice Festival and ward off evil spirits and to celebrate new growth.

When Christianity came into Western Europe, some people wanted to keep the greenery, to give it Christian meanings but also to ban the use of it to decorate homes. The UK and Germany were the main countries to keep the use of the greenery as decorations."