#christmas oneshot
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SAGAU Mondstadt - Holiday Special 2023
Summary: “When you told the Spark Knight about holidays from your home world, you never expected it to turn into such a big deal. But who are you to argue with having a holly, jolly time?”
Word Count: ~9.8k
“Master Jean! Master Jean!”
The door to the Grand Master’s office was shoved open, almost slamming into the wall, as the Spark Knight burst into the room, excitement radiating off of her form like heat off of flames. She came to a stop in the middle of the office, almost toppling over from the weight of her backpack.
“Can we please have a “Christmas” festival? Pretty please?”
“Klee…!” Jean looked up from her desk, her eyes widened. “You shouldn’t be-”
Her words were cut off at the sight of you appearing in the doorway to the office, your demeanor a lot more calm than Klee’s. You entered the room, an apologetic smile displayed on your lips.
“Oh, Your Grace!”
“Sorry for the intrusion, Jean.” You looked at the Acting Grand Master for only a moment before you shifted your attention down at Klee. “Hey, I know you’re excited, but you shouldn’t just barge into Jean’s office without knocking first, Klee. Remember what I told you about good behavior?”
“Oops. That’s right… sorry, Master Jean.” Klee looked down at her feet for a moment, before a smile returned to her face as she looked up at Jean. “Klee’s just super excited about Christmas!”
Jean furrowed her eyebrows, confusion appearing in her frown. “Christ… mas?”
“Mmm-hmm!” Klee nodded her head. “It’s something Their Grace just told Klee about!”
Your smile shifted into something more sheepish when Jean looked towards you again. “I was just talking to Klee about some… winter festivities from where I’m from, and she seems to have gotten a bit excited about Christmas, in particular. I honestly should’ve expected this, heh…”
“It sounds really, really fun!” Klee began bouncing on the balls of her feet. “There’s a big tree, and lots of presents under it, and this old man named Shanty Cloths who likes eating cookies!”
“His name is Santa Claus, Klee.” You stifled a chuckle at the excitement on Klee’s face, before looking over at Jean again. “But, yeah, she wants to experience the magical joys of it herself.”
The Spark Knight took a step closer to the desk, looking up at Jean with hopeful eyes.
“Oh, can we please have a Christmas festival, Master Jean? It’ll be so amazing, and fun!”
Jean blinked a few times, an unsure frown on her face, before she shook her head. “I’m sorry, Klee, but we can’t just put on a whole new festival that we know nothing about, especially with such short notice. It’d likely be a complete disaster, and I’ve already got a lot on my plate as is.”
The smile on Klee’s face slowly vanished, her form appearing to deflate. “Oh…”
You looked between the Spark Knight and the Acting Grand Master, your own smile fading as you focused on Klee — her crushed enthusiasm didn’t sit well with you — before you spoke.
“...you know, it’s not impossible. You can still experience Christmas, Klee.”
Jean looked at you with confusion. “Your Grace…?”
“Can Klee really?” The Spark Knight perked up as she turned towards you, her eyes widening with hope again. “It sounds so fun! And I want all of my friends to experience Christmas too!”
“Your Grace, I don’t mean to doubt you, but…”
Jean placed a hand on her chest, looking at you with worry in her gaze.
“It really would be near-impossible to put on a festival like this.”
“It’s okay.” You chuckled, and shrugged your shoulders. “Christmas is actually just a one-day holiday. Sure, there’s usually a build-up of festive energy a few weeks before it, but it doesn’t actually last more than a single day. While Klee keeps calling it a festival, it’s not really one.”
“Oh…?”
“So, Klee, do you think this would work for you?” You looked down at the Spark Knight, a smile on your lips. “We take part in a few traditional Christmas activities together over the next couple of weeks, and then finish it all off with a big ol’ Christmas party at the end. What do you think?”
“Yay! That sounds perfect!” Klee smiled brightly. “Klee can’t wait! There’s so much to do!”
You turned your attention over towards Jean. “Would that be okay, Jean?”
“That… should be fine, yes.”
“Great!” You clapped your hands together as you looked at Klee. “Then let’s get started!”
- - - - -
There were crayons littering the table as Klee readied herself, the young girl in red practically vibrating with excitement where she sat, and she held a crayon tightly in one hand with a piece of paper laying in front of her. She looked up at you, her eyes wide and sparkling with pure joy.
“Okay, first things first… I suppose we need to actually figure out what to do.” You looked down at Klee with a smile. “And who to include. As fun as it would be to have the entire city celebrate Christmas this time, it’s not very realistic, so… we’ll need to figure out a smaller list of people.”
“Oh! All of Klee’s friends have to experience Christmas!” Klee began to draw, switching crayons when in need of a different color. “Like Big Brother Albedo, and Master Jean, and Kaeya, and-”
Klee continued to list people as she drew on the paper, before she lifted it up to show it to you.
“Is this okay, Your Grace?”
It was a cluttered drawing, filled with Klee’s artistic interpretations of people you knew well: the playable characters of Mondstadt — your “vessels”, as they often described themselves to be.
You nodded. “That seems good. Those are the people that I’m also closest to in Mondstadt.”
Klee set the drawing aside, before she grabbed another piece of paper and one of the crayons closest to her on the table. She tilted her head to continue looking up at you with a bright smile.
“Okay, but… what do people do for Christmas, Your Grace?”
“People do a lot of things. There’s no one right way to celebrate Christmas, Klee.” You grabbed a piece of paper and a crayon for yourself. “I’m pretty sure that you’re already familiar with some winter activities that align with Christmas, such as playing in the snow and making sweets, eh?”
Klee nodded and turned her attention to her paper, beginning to draw some winter scenes.
You twirled the crayon in your fingers a bit, before you chuckled. “And, since you’re helping to bring the joy of Christmas to everyone, I suppose that would make you Santa’s Helper, Klee.”
“Santa’s… Helper?” Klee blinked, curiosity flooding her widened eyes. “What’s that?”
“Well… it’s a person who helps Santa Claus spread Christmas cheer. Santa’s only one person, and he has the big job of delivering gifts to all the good children of the world, so he relies on his helpers to make sure that everyone is having fun during the weeks leading up to the big day. As this is the first time Christmas is being celebrated in Teyvat, Santa’ll appreciate all of your help.”
Klee let a wide smile appear on her face. “Whoa! So Klee gets to help Santa?”
“Yeah! And I just know you’ll do a great job, Klee!”
“Oh! And Dodoco too, right? She can also be Santa’s Helper?”
“Of course! The more, the merrier!”
“Yay!”
The Spark Knight clapped her hands in delight before she continued drawing, and you found yourself glancing at her pointed ears, your smile softening, before you started to draw as well.
Ah.
How fitting.
- - - - -
It felt crowded, having so many people in one area.
The playable members of the Knights of Favonius — from the Acting Grand Master to the Knights’ maid — lined up before you inside of the Knights’ headquarters; most had a look of curiosity or confusion on their face, and some even had concern painting their facial features.
But Klee was bouncing on the balls of her feet, standing next to you with a big smile on her face.
“Oh, Klee?” Albedo looked at the Spark Knight as he noticed her behavior, the curiosity in his eyes growing just slightly as he did. “You seem to be in rather high spirits about something…”
Klee nodded. “Uh-huh! ‘Cause it’s time for “Secret Santa”!”
The concern present in the audience was fully replaced with confusion and curiosity.
“...”Secret… Santa”?”
“Yeah! It’s gonna be part one for celebrating Christmas!”
Noelle put a finger to her chin. “Oh? I’ve never heard of “Christmas” before…”
“If it’s something to celebrate-” Amber looked up at Eula. “-then it’s gotta be a holiday, right?”
Eula nodded, crossing her arms over her chest. “Yes, it must be some kind of festivity.”
“So…” Mika placed a hand on his chest in relief. “...it’s not an emergency? Thank goodness…”
Lisa let out a hum as she looked over to Jean, who had a lack of surprise on her face unlike almost everyone else present. The librarian let her lips turn up into a subtle smile. “Well, you seem to have an idea of what Klee’s talking about, Jean. Mind enlightening the rest of us?”
Jean looked from the Knights towards Klee, and then looked at you. She looked a little stressed out — which was, unfortunately, normal — so you decided to explain the situation in her stead.
“Amber, Eula, you’re both right!” You smiled as you looked over all the Knights. “Christmas is a holiday from another world. I told Klee about it, she wanted to celebrate it, and so here we are!”
“A holiday from another world…” Kaeya had a look of interest in his eye. “How intriguing.”
Amber raised her hand, bringing attention to herself as you looked at her. “What’s it like, Your Grace? It’s probably different from any of the holidays that we have here in Mondstadt, isn’t it?”
“Eh…” You thought for a moment, putting a finger up to your chin. “...Christmas is mainly just a time to gather with loved ones to give gifts, eat good food, and… well, just spend time with one another. That’s the simplest way I can explain it, at least; does that make sense to everybody?”
Lisa chuckled, the smile on her lips softening. “Sounds like it shares quite a few similarities with some festivities we have. I think everyone here gets the picture that you set up, Your Grace.”
“Good! So, as Klee said earlier, she wanted to do something called “Secret Santa” with you guys.” You looked over the group of Knights, taking in all of their faces. “It’s an activity some workplaces do around Christmas, so having the Knights — well, the Knights that’re vessels — participate in this particular one seemed pretty obvious, especially when I told Klee about it.”
“What kind of activity is it, Your Grace?” Jean still looked a bit frazzled. “As much as I’d like to help Klee and you celebrate Christmas, having so many Knights occupied at once would be…”
“Don’t worry, Jean.” You sent a smile to her, hoping to reassure her worries and sooth her stress even a little. “This activity won’t take long. Basically, everyone participating will have to pull out a name from a hat — all the names of the participants will be written on slips of paper — and have to get them a present before the Christmas party that’ll take place in a couple of weeks. Oh, and you can’t tell anyone else the name that you pulled. That’s the “Secret” part of “Secret Santa”.”
“We…” Mika averted his gaze nervously. “...need to get a present for someone else?”
Sucrose fiddled with her fingers. “Based on a random drawing…?”
Amber smiled, her hands clenched in front of her. “Oh, that sounds like it could be fun!”
“Yes, but it could also be quite a difficult task-” Eula glanced around at the other Knights before looking at Amber. “-if you happen to draw someone that you’re not that well-acquainted with.”
“Well… I know that I just said you can’t tell anyone else who you pulled, but since I won’t be participating in the actual activity, you can come and ask me for gift ideas if you struggle with coming up with your own. I’ll be able to keep the secret.” You scanned the Knights with your eyes, a smile still on your lips. “So… is everybody in? You don’t have to participate if you don’t want to, but the more people that do, the more fun it’ll be. Just don’t feel pressured to, okay?”
The Knights glanced around at each other briefly before looking at you and Klee again.
Albedo nodded. “Very well. I see no reason not to, especially if Klee wants us to participate.”
Sucrose glanced at Albedo, before giving a short nod towards you as well. “O-Okay…”
“You can count on Eula and me to join too!” Amber smiled at Eula, the Spindrift Knight giving a slight nod, before she looked at you again. “It sounds like a lot of fun, so we couldn’t miss out!”
Lisa hummed. “...I have no objections either. This doesn’t seem like it’ll be too much work…”
Noelle straightened her posture when your gaze traveled over to her, her hands folded politely in front of her. “If that’s what you desire, then I’ll join as well. It… does sound like fun, I admit.”
“A-Ah…” Mika still looked a bit nervous as he nodded. “Alright, I can do it. I’ll try my best…”
“I suppose that if everyone else is joining, it’d be a downer if I didn’t.” Kaeya had a smile on his lips, a glimmer of amusement in his eye. “So you can include me as a participant, Your Grace.”
Jean let out a sigh. “...okay, I’m in too.”
“Yay!” Klee clapped in delight, smiling brightly. “All of Klee’s friends are joining!”
It took no time at all for the slips of paper bearing all of the Knights’ names to be created, all of which were then dumped into Klee’s hat, the Spark Knight having offered it to you happily. You tossed it like a salad for a few seconds, mixing them together, before handing it back to Klee.
“Alright, everyone. Make sure to choose one slip of paper, and keep the name a secret.”
The sight of Klee going around to each of the Knights, each one reaching a hand into her hat and grabbing a slip of paper, was heartwarming, in a way; the young girl in red was giggling as she received smile after smile from the Knights when she offered her hat to them, and the air in the room felt lighthearted as everyone received their targets for the activity. Some of the Knights were quite good at keeping who they got a secret — looking straight ahead with poker faces or a casual smile — while you noticed some of the others glancing around, likely at their targets.
“Everyone has a slip?” You saw everyone nod in response to you, a piece of paper in one of their hands that they put away safely. “Good. Then you’ve all got until the party to get a gift for whoever you pulled, and don’t be afraid to ask me for help if you need it. You’re all dismissed!”
Your attention was pulled away from Klee putting her hat back on by two figures you noticed approaching in your peripheral vision, and you looked up to see they were Mika and Sucrose.
“...need help, you two?”
Mika and Sucrose looked at each other for a moment before focusing on you.
“Yes, please, if you will.” Sucrose adjusted her glasses as she averted her eyes from you, her ears twitching a bit. “I’m afraid that I’m… not quite sure what to get for who I pulled, s-so…”
“Neither am I.” Mika rubbed the back of his head, also averting his gaze from you. “I’ve never really interacted too much with the person I pulled, and I’m afraid I might make a bad choice…”
“It’s okay.” You smiled and glanced between the both of them. “We’ve got plenty of time before the party, and I’ll make sure to help the both of you pick out good gifts for your respective pulls.”
Sucrose let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks so much, Your Grace. I’m sorry if this is a bother…”
“Yes, thank you very much.” Mika smiled slightly. “I hope that I’m not being a bother, either…”
You let out a chuckle, placing your hands on your hips. “Don’t worry, you two will never be a bother to me, and I offered to help with picking out gifts for a reason. It’s what I’m here for.”
The sensation of someone tugging on your sleeve caught your attention, and you looked down to see Klee looking up at you. You smiled at her before you looked at Mika and Sucrose again.
“I’ll meet up with you guys later to pick out gifts, okay? Just try and give it some thought by yourselves first, and then I’ll go over it individually with each of you in a few days’ time, okay?”
Mika and Sucrose nodded, looking a little relieved, as you let Klee drag you to the next activity.
- - - - -
“J-Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle… all the… way…?”
“It’s okay, Barbara. There’s no need to get so stressed.”
You were both amused yet concerned as you watched Barbara try to memorize the Christmas carols you told her about; you could see how tense her shoulders were, and could hear how her voice shook ever so slightly as she gave the carols a go, the melody enchanting yet unsteady.
“Your singing’s the best, Miss Barbara!” Klee sent a bright smile up towards the shining idol of Mondstadt, her eyes sparkling. “The Christmas carols sound so pretty when you sing them!”
“Ah, do they…? I feel like I’m singing them all wrong…”
“Don’t worry, you only just learned them.” You smiled at Barbara, trying to reassure her, even just a bit. “And caroling is going to be a group activity. You won’t have to sing them alone, ‘kay?”
Barbara blinked a few times, her eyes widened with surprise. “Huh?”
“Yeah! Like me, for example. I’ll be singing with you!”
“...h-huh?!”
That somehow seemed to be the wrong thing to say, as evidenced by how Barbara clasped her hands together, the nervous aura around her only growing instead of lessening. Her form began to tremble a bit where she stood, your smile faltering as her breathing began to quicken as well.
Klee tugged on the deaconess’s frock. “It’ll be okay, Miss Barbara! Klee will be singing too!”
Barbara snapped out of it as she looked down at Klee. “Oh, you’ll be singing as well?”
“Mmm-hmm!” Klee nodded, letting go of Barbara’s frock and instead placing her hands on her hips. “And all of our friends are going to too! So you don’t have to be scared, Miss Barbara!”
“...you make it seem so easy.” Barbara’s eyes flickered towards you for a second, before she closed her eyes and let out a breath. “I can’t help but feel nervous, but I’ll try to get it together.”
Klee giggled before turning towards you. “How many Christmas carols are you gonna teach us, Your Grace? Klee isn’t sure how many everyone’ll be able to learn before we have the party…”
The Spark Knight had a point that you thought about for a moment; there was only so much time before the Christmas party, and everyone had a limit to how many carols they would be able to memorize before then. It would be best for you to just stick to a few of the simpler ones this year, especially since you were the one who had to teach them to all of the party guests.
“About… three or four, I think.” You nodded to yourself, and refocused your gaze down on Klee, who was still smiling up at you. “I’ve taught you guys “Jingle Bells”, so… maybe I can also teach you guys “Deck the Halls”, “We Wish You a Merry Christmas”, and… also “The Twelve Days of Christmas”. I think that’d be a good selection for Mondstadt’s first official Christmas celebration.”
You looked over at Barbara, who appeared to be a little calmer now as she did a few breathing exercises. “They’re all on the simple and repetitive side, so learning them should be very easy.”
“That sounds fine.” Barbara nodded, determination in her gaze. “I’ll do my best, Your Grace.”
Klee bounced on the balls of her feet happily, her hands raised. “Yeah, we’ll do our best!”
“Ah, keep your voice down, Klee.” You chuckled. “We’re outside, but still near the Church.”
“O-Oh, right, hehe.”
- - - - -
The kitchen smelled like heaven, the countertop covered in several types of Christmas goodies of varying quality; it was like a dessert buffet with all kinds of cookies, cakes, candies, and more.
“Thanks again for helping us, Noelle.”
“Oh, it’s my pleasure, Your Grace.”
Klee overlooked the counter from the step-stool that she stood on, an excited glimmer in her eyes. “Wow…! There’s so many treats! Do people really get to have all of this for Christmas?”
“Of course!” You picked up a chocolate chip cookie, which was still warm. “Sweets are a huge part of Christmas, like leaving out milk and cookies for Santa on the night before Christmas.”
“Is that like sharing wine with Barbatos during Weinlesefest?”
You paused for a moment, taking a bite of the cookie in your hand before you shrugged, a smile on your face. “Yeah, I guess it’s similar to that. Santa loves cookies like Barbatos loves wine.”
“Your Grace, will this be satisfactory?” Noelle’s soft voice guided your attention back over to her, her posture being straightened just slightly when your gaze landed on her form. Her hands were politely folded in front of her, bringing some of your focus to her apron, which was unsurprisingly as clean as it had been at the start of this baking session. “I can continue baking if you’d like.”
“No, no… this’ll be good for now. I just wanted Klee to see what some Christmas goodies were like.” You finished the chocolate chip cookie in your hand, and wiped your hands on your apron, dusting off some of the flour that was on it. “But, since we’ll definitely need these sorts of treats at the Christmas party later this month, would you be up to make more when the time comes?”
“Anything for you, Your Grace.”
Noelle gave a small bow, before she turned her attention to cleaning the kitchen.
“Hey, Klee… do you think we should build gingerbread houses at the party?”
“They make houses out of gingerbread for Christmas?” Klee looked up at you with wide eyes, her mouth open in awe. “Wow, that must take a lot of gingerbread. Do people live in them?”
You held a hand up to your mouth, stifling a laugh and taking a moment to compose yourself before you shook your head. “No, Klee, they don’t. Gingerbread houses are small, kind of like dollhouses, and decorated with icing and candy. Building them is half of the fun, and then eating them afterwards is the other half of the fun. Oh, showing off your house to others is also fun…!”
Klee turned to look at the wide array of handmade candies on the counter, clearly contemplating how she could use them as decorations. Her focus was only broken when you began picking up plates of the goodies you made with Noelle, her gaze moving to the smile you kept on your face.
“Come on, Klee. Let’s clean up. We don’t want to make Noelle do all the work, right?”
“Okay!”
“H-Huh? Ah, Your Grace! That’s not necessary!”
- - - - -
“So, you’re saying that I’m supposed to write a letter to some strange old man that I don’t even know and just… get what I want?” Diona scoffed, placing her hands on her hips and turning her head away. “That sounds totally ridiculous, like some scam that a boozehound would fall for.”
“Aw… no, it’s really true!” Klee clenched her hands in front of her chest. “Their Grace said so!”
Diona looked at you from the corner of her eye for a moment, before she let out a “hmph”, and turned her head to face you and Klee. “Well… I guess that Their Grace wouldn’t lie, so… fine.”
The sounds of cats lazing about and cards being shuffled surrounded you and the two children as your group settled at one of the tables in the Cat’s Tail, though it was considerably less lively than normal due to it being around noon. Klee and Diona both had paper and crayons sitting in front of them, as well as an envelope for each of them to seal their letter when they were done.
“So…” Diona furrowed her eyebrows. “...what exactly are we supposed to do?”
You looked between the two young girls, chuckling with a smile on your lips. “Writing a letter to Santa is easy. All you have to do is write down what you want; just… list it all out on the paper.”
“And this “Santa” guy will make it happen?”
“...eh, try to keep it small-scale, Diona. Santa gives gifts, he doesn’t destroy anything.”
Diona grumbled to herself, her tail thumping against the cushion of her seat in annoyance, but she eventually started to write on the paper in front of her. The Spark Knight also got to work on her own letter, filling her paper with color as she scribbled out what she wanted for Christmas.
And, after they were done, they folded their letters and put them into their envelopes.
“Alright, now you just need to address them to the North Pole.”
Diona and Klee looked at you, curiosity in their eyes, before Diona raised an eyebrow.
“...to where?”
“The North Pole. That’s where Santa Claus lives, and where his workshop is located.”
Klee began to write the address on her envelope — simply “The North Pole”, in big bold letters — while Diona continued to stare at you, an unconvinced frown making its way onto her face.
“How exactly are these gonna get to Santa, anyway? He’s in a completely different world.”
“I’ll deliver them myself.” You carefully took Klee’s letter once she handed it to you, your fingers clasped around the envelope. “No postal service in Teyvat could get there, but I can handle it.”
“...okay.” Diona scribbled on her envelope and handed it to you. “But I still have my doubts.”
You held the two letters carefully, and chuckled again as you looked between the two kids.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure Santa will deliver!”
- - - - -
The gloves on your hands did little to keep out the cold, already covered in a layer of snow as you patted the icy substance thoroughly in your quest to form the base of your future snowman.
Dragonspine was a scary place — you would never traverse it alone in your current state — but the scenery at its edges was just the right amount of “winter wonderland” for you, and the sound of the younger Mondstadtian characters in the surrounding area only bettered that atmosphere.
“Your Grace, you should be careful. Sheer cold can be harmful, even to you.”
Albedo was standing by your side, completely unfazed by the cold; this place was pretty much his natural habitat at this point. His voice held slight concern, though his face remained calm.
“Huh? Nonsense, I’m fine. I ate some goulash before coming here; it’ll keep me warm.”
“You’re shivering, Your Grace.”
“...okay, fine.”
You moved over to the small fire that was built nearby, noticing that Bennett and Fischl were already there; the former was completely drenched and shivering as he huddled close to the fire, while the latter and her night raven familiar were completely fine. You reached your hands out to the fire to warm yourself, your fingers feeling a bit better, and looked over at Bennett.
“What happened to you?”
“Ah…” Bennett smiled, a hint of embarrassment laced within it. “Well… I just, uh…”
“He who has been born the most unfortunate suffered a great moment of slither-” Fischl caught your attention, her tone of voice confident. “-and was plunged into the beck of this biting berg.”
You stared at Fischl for a moment before shifting your gaze over to Oz.
“...the unlucky fellow had slipped on the snow and fell into the river.”
“Oh…!” You raised a hand to your mouth, covering the growing smile on your lips as you stifled a laugh. “Yeah… I guess your bad luck would spring up like that. Are you having fun, though?”
“Huh?” The adventurer tilted his head. “I… guess so?”
“Then that’s all that matters!”
Your attention shifted to Klee and Razor when you noticed them approaching the fire, sticks and stones in their arms. You even spotted some pinecones sitting within Razor’s stash of materials.
“We got the things for the snowman, Your Grace!” Klee bounced with each step, only coming to a stop in front of you. Her feet slid a bit from the snow. “And I found this really cool stick! Look!”
Klee adjusted the items in her arms, before holding up a stick with one hand.
You had to admit: it was a really cool stick.
“This good?” Razor held out his stash of materials to you, allowing you to look over all of it; he had a lot more in his arms than Klee did. “We hunt for what you said, and… this is what we find.”
“Of course!” You nodded, looking up at Razor with a smile. “You both did great!”
“Ah… good.”
Razor looked pleased with your praise; if he had a tail, it would definitely be wagging right now.
With a supply of materials now at your disposal, you began to work with the others to decorate the snowman; the base was all your doing, so you stepped back to let the others take the lead.
“Ore of the darkest night shall make quite a pair of eyes, would it not, my dear companion?”
“Klee’s stick can make a good arm! Oh, it’s hard to reach…”
“Let me, Klee. And this other stick can complete the pair.”
“I… do like this?”
“A pinecone for the nose? Neat! Gah, the rocks for the buttons keep slipping out of my fingers.”
The smile on your face grew as you watched the others work together to form a masterpiece.
“Wow… it looks amazing, everyone!”
It was a jumbled mess, but it was a real product of togetherness; each part was placed on by a different person to make a whole creation — small chunks of iron for the eyes, a pinecone as a nose, sticks for the arms, and rocks for the buttons. It was a shame that you didn’t think to bring any clothes for the snowman to wear, though, but that didn’t hinder the final masterpiece at all.
You and the others took in your combined creation in silent glory for a bit, and then you spoke.
“...so, has everybody had enough snow for today?”
There was a resounding “yes” from the group, and you shifted your gaze over to take note of their current conditions: Bennett had icicles starting to form on his damp clothes, Razor kept his arms close to his body as he shivered like a wolf pup, Fischl denied feeling cold — although Oz pointed out that she had complained earlier about not bringing warmer clothing to this outing — and Klee mentioned that the snow dampened the effect of her bombs. Albedo just appeared to be ready to go whenever everyone else was; he was clearly the one least affected by the cold.
“Then let’s head back to the city for some hot cocoa! Who wants whipped cream and sprinkles?”
“Oh! Oh! Klee does!”
- - - - -
“I’ll take a Gray Valley Sunset, Master Diluc!”
“You… do not need to address me as “Master”, Your Grace…”
“Aw, why not? Everybody else does!”
You planted yourself onto one of the barstools as you watched Diluc get to work behind the counter, the tavern being just as lively as it was most nights; luckily, most of the Angel’s Share patrons were too drunk to pay any attention to you, granting you a rare moment to just relax.
“My, you look rather tired, Your Grace.” Kaeya was sitting on a barstool next to you, leaning on his elbow. “I assume Klee has been dragging you around in her excitement this past week?”
“Yep!” You nodded, immediately grabbing your drink when Diluc placed it in front of you on the counter. “But I don’t regret telling her about Christmas. I’ve been having a lot of fun with all of it.”
The barstool on your other side squeaked as someone sat upon it, and you noticed a bard clad in green leaning into your peripheral vision, a smile set on his lips and a twinkle within his eyes.
“Oh? “Christmas”? What might that be, Your Grace?”
“A holiday from another world. I told Klee about it, and she’s been absolutely obsessed.”
“Ah, so that’s what you’ve been doing these past few days.” Rosaria was sitting on the other side of Kaeya, an alcoholic beverage already securely in her hand. Her expression was set in her usual disinterested frown, though the way she kept her eyes on you showed otherwise. “I heard that Barbara almost passed out when you requested her to sing… “Christmas carols”?”
You let out a short nervous laugh, before starting to drink your juice; it was cold and sweet.
“Oho?” Venti’s interest peaked as he leaned closer to you, the twinkle in his eyes having grown at the mere mention of your musical exploits. “If you need someone to sing for you, Your Grace, you’ve got the three-time winner of the “Most Popular Bard of Mondstadt'” title at your service.”
“If you want to carol with us, you’re totally free to, Venti!” You smiled at the bard before letting out a sigh, and you set your drink on the counter. “But, even though it’s been fun, we’ve still got to tackle the issue of preparing the Christmas party. Klee’s been looking forward to it since day one of our festivities, but I’m not sure where to begin with it. We’d need a place big enough for all of the guests, and we’d need to decorate it. Then there’s the food too. It'll be a lot of work.”
“So you need a place for the party?” Kaeya took a hold of his own drink, bringing the cup up to his mouth. “I’m sure the Knights would let you use their headquarters for the party, no problem.”
“The Knights of Favonius Headquarters…?” You thought for a moment, before you shook your head. “No, that wouldn’t work. Plus, I’d feel like it’d be… distracting to the Knights not invited.”
Rosaria sipped her drink. “Perhaps the Church, then? I doubt the Sisters would refuse you.”
“Absolutely not.” You hardly hesitated as you answered, and shook your head again. “The idea of having a Christmas party in the Favonius Cathedral… doesn’t exactly feel all that right to me.”
“Agreed. The Church is a bit too serious a location for such an occasion.” Venti nodded, placing his empty cup on the counter; if you were keeping count correctly, he had just downed his fourth drink. “I’d say this tavern is home to a much more suitable atmosphere for a joyous celebration!”
“...well, while Angel’s Share would be able to serve as a good space for the party-” You let your gaze wander around the tavern, taking in the sight of the many customers already drunk at their tables. “-it’s not really the type of place for a Christmas party to be held. I mean, maybe it would work if it was an adult-only event, but this party is gonna have people of all ages in attendance.”
The sound of Diluc clearing his throat caught your attention, and you looked towards him.
“Your Grace… if you’d so like, you may use Dawn Winery’s manor for your party.”
You perked up as you listened to Diluc, your lips turning up into a bright smile.
“Oh, that’ll be perfect! I love you, Master Diluc!”
The sound of glass shattering rang out from behind the counter, the remains of a glass on the floor as alcohol seeped into the wood. Diluc stood by the mess, a cleaning rag held in one hand and emptiness in the other; the warm tavern lights made you uncertain of the flush on his face.
“A-Ah! I’m sorry, Master Diluc!”
You continued to apologize to Diluc as he bent down to clean up the broken glass, his face now hidden by his bangs as he kept his head tilted down. Kaeya was trying — and failing — to hold back a chuckle, and Rosaria just silently sipped on her drink, her gaze averted from everything.
Venti let out a whine, his hand tightly gripping your sleeve as he tugged it. “Oh, that’s just not fair, Your Grace. You can’t say something like that without blessing me with such words too…”
“I-I just got excited by what Diluc said!” You glanced at Venti briefly, your eyes widened, before you looked at Diluc again, your face warm. “It’s just… thanks for letting me use the manor…?”
“It’s fine, Your Grace.”
Diluc stood up after he finished cleaning, his head turned away from you as if to allow him to continue hiding his face; even so, it was still obvious to you that he must still be embarrassed.
“I appreciate your enthusiasm, but just be more careful next time.”
You let out a relieved sigh and nodded, smiling at him.
“Will do, Master Diluc!”
- - - - -
You couldn’t help but take in a deep breath as the pine tree was set up in the manor, your hands on your hips as your chest expanded. You took a moment before you finally released the breath.
“Ah, the sweet smell of nature…”
It was a few days before the Christmas party was scheduled to take place, and you were doing some early decorating — namely, the big stuff that couldn’t wait until just before the big event.
And that included the tree.
“So…” You looked over at Diluc, who stood beside you. “I’m assuming that there aren’t already ornaments available to decorate with, but we can make do. Oh! Maybe we could have everyone make ornaments at the party and then decorate the tree together? That’d be super festive! But, in the meantime, we could at least put some popcorn on it right now to start, so it isn’t just bare.”
You were met with nothing but silence as Diluc looked from the tree to you.
“People put… popcorn… on trees for Christmas?”
“Wow! It’s so tall!”
Klee ran up to the tree, her head tilted all the way back as she looked up at it.
“Of course! The bigger, the better!” You walked up to Klee and gently nudged the Spark Knight away from the tree. “We’ll have to keep any and all fire hazards away from it, though. Okay?”
“Okay! Klee will be super careful!”
You looked back at Diluc. “Thanks again for letting us have the party here. It’s really so perfect!”
“It’s no problem, Your Grace. Just let me know if you need anything else.”
You felt as if you were a kid again as you ran around with Klee and got things set up, sharing the experience of choosing what should go where and what looked best with the young girl in red. You even decorated some of the exterior of the manor, not just the interior, though, due to the size of the building, you and Klee could only really work with the entrance outside the door.
In lieu of strings of Christmas lights, lanterns and Crystalflies were used to light up the desired area. The lanterns hung up on the wall, blending into the natural look of the manor — when the daylight faded, they would definitely stand out more — and the Crystalflies were caught in the vineyard, just to be gently guided to rest on the poles near the front door, their wings fluttering.
“...we’ll probably need to guide these little guys back here just before the party.” You watched as the Crystalflies fluttered their wings again, unable to stay still for long where you placed them. “I don’t think they’ll just… stay here for the next few days. They’re itching to fly again, that’s clear.”
There was a Crystalfly resting on Klee’s cap, only flying away as she tilted her head up.
“Do you think we’ll be able to find them again?”
You nodded. “Of course we will! These Crystalflies like Dawn Winery as much as the people of Mondstadt do. You can always find them around here somewhere, fluttering about the grapes.”
The Crystalflies resting on the wooden poles flew off into the vineyard, one by one, as you and Klee continued decorating. You wrapped ribbons of different colors — red, green, and white — around the poles, and draped some down from the balcony above, trying to make it coherent.
“...this place definitely says, “there’s a party here”, at least.”
“It looks great! And it’s so pretty!” Klee bounced on the balls of her feet as she looked up at the ribbons, before she looked at you. “Is there anything else to do before the party, Your Grace?”
You thought for a moment.
“Well… I think we’ve done everything we can right now. The tree’s main decorations can wait until the party, and the popcorn will be prepared tomorrow, but, besides that, everything else is ready. The manor’s staff are helping to take care of the food — and being compensated for their time by Diluc, of course — and Noelle will take care of the desserts for the party later. We’ll help her with that when the time comes, but, for now, we’re done. Why, still want to decorate more?”
Klee put a finger to her chin, before she began walking around to inspect the work you and her had done. The Spark Knight took in the sight of all the decorations you had put up, everything in the interior and the exterior of the manor, and her eyes sparkled as her gaze scanned over all of it. The decorations were a bit generic to be honest, only the presence of the — currently bare — pine tree making it clear that Christmas was what was being celebrated, but it was a good effort.
You worked with what you had, and during the party, it was sure to come together fully.
“Klee thinks it’s perfect, Your Grace! …but, um… maybe we could hang up more ribbons?”
Yeah.
This would all come together nicely.
- - - - -
“I’m so sorry I’m late! I had some trouble getting here…”
Bennett had an embarrassed look on his face, his form slumped over as he stood in front of you. His hair was ruffled up, some sticks and leaves poking out, and his clothes were slightly burnt, which made the water dripping off of him to form a puddle under him more noteworthy.
You smiled slightly at him. “I can see that… but, don’t worry, you’re not late at all.”
“H-Huh?”
“Ah, the man cursed with misfortune has arrived before the Prinzessin?”
You and Bennett turned to look at Fischl as she approached, Oz and Mona accompanying her.
“Hmph, this is truly a most unexpected eventuality, though not one unwelcome.”
Mona looked at Bennett with interest, her gaze scanning everything from his singed clothing to the water at his feet. “I must admit, it’s very unusual. I’d say you had a rare stroke of luck, but…”
“...what?”
Bennett looked between them and you, before rubbing the back of his head with his hand.
“I’m so confused… my invitation said that the party started an hour ago.”
The adventurer dug through his pockets until he eventually pulled out his invitation; the paper was completely drenched, though the ink was just legible enough to still be able to be read.
“But our invitations say the party will start soon.” Mona pulled out her own invitation, and took Bennett’s to compare the times. “See? Your invitation shows it starting a whole hour early.”
Bennett took his invitation back. “That doesn’t make any sense, I…”
You gained a slight sense of pressure as everyone turned to look at you. “Oh… I put an earlier time on Bennett’s invitation to account for his bad luck. You know… so he’d get here on time.”
There was a slight pause, everyone staring at you as you stared back at them.
And then Bennett let out a groan.
“Ugh, that’s so embarrassing…!”
“But it’s also quite smart.” Mona smiled at the unlucky adventurer. “You’d likely be suffering out in the wilderness right now if Their Grace kept the correct time on your invitation, wouldn’t you?”
“...y-yeah, you’re probably right.”
“Hey, I’m just glad you’re here on time, Benny.” You smiled and gestured towards the manor’s entrance. “Why don’t you all head on inside? There’s some refreshments set out already, and it seems like everyone else will be arriving soon enough. I’ll be out here greeting them, of course.”
Fischl looked at Bennett, whose embarrassment was still cooling off. “Let us continue forward, accursed companion. It would be wise to preen thyself before the rest of the due guests arrive.”
“Right.”
The two members of the Adventurer’s Guild headed inside the manor with Oz following behind them closely, the familiar taking care when he flew past the ribbons that adorned the entrance.
“Um, Your Grace?” Mona caught your attention, a hesitant look in her eyes. “If there… happens to be any… leftovers at the end of the party, will the guests be permitted to take some home?”
“You can take as much as you can carry.”
“Oh, thank you ever so much, Your Grace!”
- - - - -
“A party held at Dawn Winery… with no alcohol? You’re so cruel, Your Grace.”
Venti had slight disbelief on his face, even with his lips turned up into a smile, while Diona had hers turned up into a smug grin, her hands on her hips in triumph as she stood next to the bard.
“Well, I think Their Grace is only showing how great They are by keeping that stuff away. Why do you boozehounds always need alcohol to have a good time, anyway? It’s funner without it!”
“Diona’s right. At least, when it comes to this occasion.”
The bartender let out a chuckle at your approval, her smug grin growing towards the bard.
“Besides, this’ll be the first Christmas you’ll experience. You should experience it sober.”
“...not even a drop, Your Grace?”
“You’re gonna have to go dry tonight, Venti.”
Diona walked into the manor with a proud gait, her tail and head held up to the sky, as Venti let out a whine, his shoulders dropping. He only lasted like that for a second before he perked up.
“Alright, Your Grace. I suppose going through a party without wine won’t be so bad…”
“Oh, is this a “no alcohol” kind of festivity?”
You turned to see Kaeya making his way up the path leading to the manor, a trio of his fellow knights — Albedo, Klee, and Sucrose — walking right behind him until they stopped near you.
“Yep. There’s non-alcoholic apple cider and grape juice instead.” Your gaze wandered down to the wrapped gifts in each of the Knights’ arms. “You can go and put the presents under the tree for later. The gift-giving will happen after everyone arrives and gets settled into the jolly vibes.”
Venti eyed the gifts. “Oh-ho? I wasn’t aware that there’d be presents at this party.”
“It’s for “Secret Santa”!” Klee held her gift up for Venti to see. “All the Knights are doing it!”
“And, don’t worry, all the non-Knights will also be getting gifts too-” You put a hand to your chest and smiled. “-courtesy of me. It wouldn’t be fair for some to get presents here and others to not.”
Sucrose adjusted the wrapped box in her arms. “W-Wow…”
Albedo hummed. “A gift from the Divine Creator would be quite an honor. I’m almost jealous…”
“Oh, there’s no reason to feel that way.” You shook your head slightly at him, the smile on your lips softening. “All the gifts you’ll find under the tree are labeled from “Santa”, not me, so nobody is really getting a gift from the “Divine Creator”, okay? Now get on inside and enjoy yourselves.”
- - - - -
There were a few more greetings you got through — Barbara and Rosaria who arrived together, and Razor who arrived alone — before the last guests arrived: the other invited members of the Knights of Favonius — sans Noelle, who arrived hours before the party began to help prepare.
“I hope you’re all feeling merry!” You greeted them at the entrance to the manor, a smile still on your lips. “Because with all of you here, the party can finally start! Oh, it’s gonna be so fun…!”
“Apologies for taking so long, Your Grace.” Jean shifted the presents she carried in her arms, putting a hand to her chest. “I had some last minute duties that I had to attend to before being able to leave for the evening, due to so many of the Knights having to attend this party tonight.”
“It’s fine, no biggie.” You waved Jean’s concerns off. “I’m just glad you’re all here at all!”
Amber held up the wrapped gift she was holding to bring attention to it. “And we brought our “Secret Santa” gifts with us. Is there someplace that we should put them for now, Your Grace?”
“Under the tree.”
“Under the…” Eula raised an eyebrow in question. “...tree?”
You nodded. “There’s a pine tree set up inside; it’s called a “Christmas tree”. You put gifts under it until it’s time to hand them out and open them. It’s a classic Christmas tradition, a real staple.”
“Oh my, how quaint.” Lisa didn’t have a gift in her hand, which explained why Jean was carrying two in her arms. “Everything you say about Christmas just makes it more and more interesting.”
“I’m glad!”
Jean, Lisa, Amber, and Eula went inside at your gesture, with Mika tailing them.
Mika looked at you with a bashful smile, his present held carefully in his arms, and he glanced between you and it before his gaze settled on it. “T-Thanks again, for helping me, Your Grace.”
“Of course.” You lightly patted Mika on the back. “Now, come on. Let’s join the others.”
- - - - -
‘Twas the night of the party
And all through the manor,
The atmosphere was hearty
And it was quite banner.
…and that was enough rhyming for now.
Though it took everyone a quick moment to familiarize themselves with what a Christmas party was like, it didn’t take long for the party to really start. Klee’s enthusiasm was a driving force for everyone else’s, especially anyone who might still have been hesitant about the whole thing.
The tree was finally decorated aside from strings of popcorn, the ornaments the product of a group activity where you helped everyone make their own; the branches were filled to the brim with unique creations that would last to the next time that a tree would need to be decorated.
You could hardly compliment Noelle and the manor’s staff enough for all their work on the food, and neither could anyone else. You swore Noelle would faint from how red her face had gotten from the praise, the Knights’ maid continuing to be modest about all the effort she had put in.
The various gingerbread houses were fun to see; everyone had varying ideas on what it meant to build a gingerbread house — some went with a more “normal” appearance with their designs, while others took more creative liberties with their edible materials. Diona had even based her’s on her own house, with little gingerbread people of herself and her dad put on the frosting lawn.
And then caroling was an experience.
Barbara and Klee helped you teach everyone else the carols you had picked out. Venti picked them up quickly — which you expected — and Rosaria opted out of caroling altogether — which you also expected. Diluc also preferred not to sing, as did Mika and Sucrose, but everyone else laughed their way through the carols, the sound of their voices together being not too shabby.
The most anticipated event of the party, the gift exchange, happened when everyone was finally settled in, and the Knights went around to give each other their gifts. The anonymous part of the identities of the givers fell apart during that part, the receivers gaining surprise at learning about who had served as their Secret Santa alongside the gifts themselves, though the biggest of the surprises had to be Mika’s and Sucrose’s when they realized that they were each other’s Santa.
The remaining party guests got a gift handpicked by you.
You kept your mouth shut as they all tried to figure out who had actually gotten them the gift — Kaeya, Albedo, Klee, Sucrose, and Venti also keeping quiet about it for you — and just let them question each other. The joy among the confusion was what really made it feel special to you.
When the gift-giving came to a close, you surprised the younger Mondstadtians with stockings to hang over the fireplace. Klee, Diona, Razor, and Fischl each got to put up their own stocking, but you helped Bennett with his, as having it accidentally get caught on fire would be a downer.
You still had extras, though… just in case.
And when the sun began to set in the distance, the party soon came to a quiet end… kind of.
“We gotta leave milk and cookies out for Santa.” Klee guided the other younger characters to the table that had been set up near the fireplace, where they set down a plate of cookies and a glass of milk upon the wooden surface. “It’s sorta like sharing wine with the Anemo Archon.”
“And then our hosiery hung above the embers shall be filled with his largesse on the morrow?”
“Yep!” Klee nodded towards Fischl, a smile on her face. “That’s what Their Grace told Klee.”
“But it won’t happen unless you’re all asleep.” You looked between the five youngsters. “Santa doesn’t come when you’re awake. He only comes to leave presents in the middle of the night.”
Diona’s tail flicked behind her. “That sounds kind of fishy, but if that’s what you say, then okay.”
“So…” Razor thought for a moment. “...Razor and friends go to sleep now?”
“That should be easy.” Bennett rubbed the back of his head before he stretched his arms out above his head, a smile on his face. “It’s been pretty exciting all day, so I’m a bit tuckered out.”
“Diluc’s been kind enough to have prepared rooms for you guys tonight.” You gestured towards the staircase and towards the second floor of the manor. “So feel free to get settled in, okay?”
“Yay!” Klee clapped her hands together. “Let’s go to sleep so Santa will come!”
You watched as the younger characters headed upstairs, disappearing from your sight, before you turned your attention to the other guests. The adults were all getting ready to leave, either gathering up the presents that they had gotten or grabbing leftovers to take home with them.
“I’d say have a safe trip, but I’m sure your group is the safest it could possibly be.”
The characters not staying at the manor — meaning everyone but the youngsters who were staying the night, Diluc who lived here, and Noelle who was staying to help clean up — were going to be heading back to the city, the majority of the group being comprised of vessels that were members of the Knights of Favonius. You knew anybody would feel safe with all of them.
Jean looked at you, her eyes tired despite her smile. “Apologies for not staying for longer.”
“It’s okay. I know you guys can’t just all be away from the city for long at the same time.”
“But we should definitely do this again sometime!” Amber had a smile on her face, still full of energy despite how late it was. “It was so much fun, Your Grace! This holiday was a blast!”
“I agree.” Eula held both her and Amber’s gifts in her arms. “It was quite the get-together.”
You waved to the group as you watched them leave the manor and start their journey towards the city, the Knights forming the edges of the group. Barbara was within the protective circle of the group with Mona right by her side, the astrologist carrying much more than she arrived with in terms of food. The only one not in the group was Rosaria, who left a bit earlier on her own.
The group soon vanished into the dark of night, the manor now much quieter than before.
You let out a small sigh as Venti approached you, and briefly glanced at Noelle and Diluc as they — and the manor’s staff — got busy cleaning up the party before focusing on the bard.
“Well, Your Grace, I’d say this party of yours was a huge success!”
“I’m glad it was!” You gestured for Venti to follow you. “Now, mind helping me fill the stockings?”
“Oh?” Venti raised an eyebrow as he followed you over to the fireplace, an interested glimmer in his eyes. “I thought Santa was supposed to be the one to fill those once everyone was asleep?”
“Spoiler alert: Santa is more of an… idea, rather than a real person. Don’t tell the kids, though.”
“So, that’s how it is, huh…?”
Noelle handed you the bag of prepared goodies as she passed by, the action of it exchanging hands seeming like more of an instinct as she focused on gathering discarded wrapping paper.
The bag was like a smaller version of Santa’s bags in your eyes, and you sifted through it to begin sorting the items into each stocking, taking great care to divide everything in it equally.
“Of course. The magic of Christmas is all about children’s hopes and beliefs… oh!”
You grabbed a cookie from the plate near the fireplace and stuffed it into Venti’s mouth.
“Here, eat a few. It’s “proof” that Santa visited.”
Venti grabbed the cookie out of his mouth, coughing a bit before he chuckled. “Thank you for this honor, Your Grace. Though you could be a bit more gentle when feeding me, you know.”
“Less talking, more eating, Venti.”
It didn’t take you too long to fill the stockings with treats and items tailored to each youngster’s interests, and along with the Christmas tree, the stuffed stockings hung over the fireplace made the perfect little holiday scene, something that felt so foreign in this world yet so familiar to you.
So the party was done, with the kids into bed,
And the Creator’s smile was on their face, spread.
For a spoken last joy, with the bard to their right—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
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Breakfast At Tiffany’s - Rafe Cameron x reader
Summary: Rafe surprises you with a trip to New York during Christmas, and a stop at a shop you could never afford
Word Count: 3.2k
Pairings: Rafe Cameron x pogue!reader
Nothing felt real.
Well, maybe it actually felt a little bit too real. Too good to be true. Maybe falsified by some ancient god for some universal prank. But you didn’t care. You were sitting in the backseat of a taxi with your boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, and life was perfect. Life couldn’t have been more perfect. It was snowing outside, a blaze of white flickering past the window and landing on the cars passing by. A sight you had never seen before, and your eyes glazed over watching the snowfall from outside the car.
You were leaning on Rafe’s shoulder, having been a little sleep deprived lately because of work and trying to find time to spend with friends when you weren’t working, which were both equally stressful. Rafe’s arm was protectively around you, and also radiating heat from inside his jacket. And it felt a little alright to take a break from thinking about those small amounts of stress when you were bundled up next to the Kook.
The other day, when this all began, had started out just right. Perfect sun, no clouds in the Outer Banks, and temperature of low 50s; the coldest you liked in your hometown. You had stayed over at Rafe’s the previous night, and he had pretty much insisted you do so. Unfortunately, you could never really say no to your boyfriend. But Tannyhill was also big and glorious and you never minded staying there instead of The Cut.
After you had begun dating, it was typical of you to stay there most nights, with Rafe’s room becoming a second hideaway from the world. His room had its own bathroom, where you had showered and cleaned up before the day had started. And you kept your own things there; strawberry scented shampoo, face wash, a toothbrush, and a few other necessities. Rafe had made his space your own. The only problem was trying not to let Ward in on your little secret. You were Ward’s favorite of the pogues, only when you weren’t a group of meddling kids, but you doubted he would approve of your sleepover situation. And if he did know of it, he didn’t say anything.
When you came out of the shower, Rafe was sitting on the bed looking at his phone, not letting you in on any simplicity of his plan. You were drying your hair with one of his white towels when he spoke up, all nonchalant-like, “You like New York, right?” His voice hid a certain nuance to it, but you couldn’t tell what it entailed.
An eyebrow shot up on your face as a laugh exited your mouth, a jingle Rafe could never get out of his head, “Like, geographically?”
Rafe shook his head, his eyes looking up from his phone. His gaze softened when it landed on you, a gentle expression on his features. “No, like, visiting.” He shrugged where he was laying down, and pulled himself up to a sitting position to get a better look at you. His eyes were sparkling, keeping a secret to themselves.
You laughed again, not sure where he was going with this, “You very well know I’ve never been outside of North Carolina before.” You shrugged, "Can't afford it.” The truth was, you couldn’t remember if you had told Rafe about wanting to visit New York. Especially when you were younger, you would dream about living in the city. It didn’t always sound like you, as you were now an avid surfer and got tans upon tans on the beach at every opportunity. Plus, saving turtles with Kiara was always on your mind. You couldn’t very well do that in the confines of a concrete jungle. But the dream was still there, just not tangible.
“Y/N, would you like to go to New York?” Rafe’s smile peeked out from an unfortunately unsuccessful attempt to hide. You stopped trying to dry your hair. Normally, you didn’t love when Rafe showered you with gifts. But Rafe loved it, and did so at every opportunity. It was like if Rafe had all this love to give, if he could land it anywhere, it would solely be on you.
You shook your head, “No- I mean yes. But you can’t. I mean, Rafe, it’s like-”
“Y/N, it’s Christmas, please just say yes.” Rafe's eyes were so soft, melting into you. His voice was so sweet when he talked, as if he really believed you would turn down the gift and was hoping with all of his might that you would really take him up on it. You had turned down his gifts and generosity before, but that was so early into your relationship that it felt like ages away now. The real problem was, Christmas was the one exception. You loved everything about the holiday. The lights. The gifts. The tree. The music. Everything. And you had never really seen snow before. Had it snowed in New York recently…you were somewhat tempted to get out your phone and check even before answering your boyfriend. Snow. Did you enjoy the cold? Not always. But it could be something new. Something inspiring.
You looked at Rafe, trying to decipher whatever plans he had for the two of you by marking the constellations of his face. A line here, a dimple there. One faded freckle. And inside it all was a loving boyfriend. One you knew wanted the best for you. Only if that’s what you wanted too.
So you said yes. And now you could never believe you did. The Rockefeller tree. The shop windows on 5th avenue. Even your hotel was in the Christmas spirit. Wreaths were up. Halls were decked. It really felt like Christmas. And it was more than you could have ever asked for.
You would never complain about your life back home, not at all. But to really experience it all like this was magical. It was something out of a dream. Like one of those children’s books about a snow day.
Finally, you and Rafe stepped out of the cab, Rafe stopping just for a second to pay the man behind the wheel. You were stopped at Fifth Avenue, a very “Rafe” place to be (as you had decided in your mind). There was nothing spared here, and the bustling of bodies was new to you. Stuck in your mind was the thought of a tourist like you getting trampled so you hung onto Rafe’s arm for support as you walked.
Snow fell on your nose and your eyelashes causing a blurry sight. You’d never experienced snow before. Well, New York City wasn’t the best place to make snowmen and have a snowball fight, but experiencing it this way the first time was alright to you and just as special.
Rafe pulled you into a coffee shop, allowing you to be in awe of the city for a moment. You wondered if he had been before, surely Ward had taken him either on business ventures or family vacations. He knew his way around well enough, he didn’t seem like just some OBX boy making it up as he goes for the first time in this type of city.
“Coffee first?” You asked, not sure where this particular stop of the day was leading you.
The first stop of the day had actually been waking up at your hotel, which wasn’t that far from where you were now. Rafe had scheduled ahead of time, gotten you both a flight with great seats, and started the trip off particularly great. When you found this all out though, you initially pouted unconvinced by Rafe’s confidence that you were going to say yes. Just another way he gets ahead of himself because of you.
When you walked into the shop - a fun place called Ralph’s, you pushed some hair behind your ear. You were wearing a hat and a big coat to fend off the cold and your hair kept getting in your face. The hat was also a little itchy, but you didn’t tell that to Rafe who had thought you looked so cute bundled up.
“World’s best cup of coffee,” Rafe joked, giving you a squeeze of your hand as the two of you stood in line. He was referencing a quote from a movie the two of you had watched together to get in the Christmas spirit; Elf.
You rolled your eyes as you remembered that you wanted a cup of New York coffee. That scene had sparked an inspiration. World’s best or not, coffee kept New York upright. It was just a small thing that he had noticed and remembered. How much of what you said now lived permanently in Rafe’s brain?
When you got to the front of the line, Rafe ordered you your signature caffeinated drink and a croissant, although you weren’t hungry.
“Next stop?” Rafe asked into your ear as you were leaving, his lips forming a smile. It was nice to see him in such a good mood it almost surprised you to see him act so carefree.
Once you were out, back into the cold, your grip on your boyfriend hardened. “And what would that be?”
“It’s a surprise.” He replied.
“No really tell me.” You pulled at his coat sleeve but he kept walking, dragging you along with him.
“We’re almost there, Y/N. Trust me.”
You leaned into Rafe, taking his word for it and sipped your drink as you went along, people watching everyone on the crowded street.
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You had closed your eyes against Rafe’s sleeve for a bit before you stopped, that exhaustion from work and hanging out one to many late nights with the pogues taking over. You were glad your boss had been forgiving enough about the trip, as you had saved up sick days in advance for emergencies like this (this was a Christmas emergency) and were glad for the time off but you still needed a nap. Maybe on the next taxi drive.
Rafe had to shake you from your almost-sleepwalking-endeavor, “Y/N, you might want that croissant now.”
“Mhnm?” You hummed, content with the smell from Rafe’s coat (polo cologne and fresh laundry as well as that distinct ocean-y smell that came from living so close to the beach).
Shaking your head from any notion of sleep, you opened your eyes, and you gave Rafe a look. This is not what you had envisioned. It wasn’t some New York tradition or small town deal. Well, what it was was Tiffany and CO’s flagship store, huge and towering over the two of you as snow passed by the well-lit windows.
You couldn’t help but smile at the store. So beautifully big and gleaming with lights and decorations of the jewelry inside. You would’ve never taken yourself here, and you knew that was most of the reason why Rafe had. You had watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s not that long ago and told Rafe how much you loved it. The characters. The glitz and glam. What the story really meant.
Rafe handed you the croissant, “Ready to remake a scene?”
You now understood what Rafe was doing. You were going to be his Audrey Hepburn. His “Holly Golightly”. The classic croissant and coffee combo, her breakfast that she ate in the first scene of the movie.
Going up to the window, you let him take your picture as you sipped your drink and took a bite, laughing as you did so. “You know, we’re far from those characters.” You mention, trying to get back to reality.
“We’re obviously not sex-workers, Y/N.” Rafe says with a deadpan, and you’re surprised he’s seen the movie as you surely didn’t make him watch it. Maybe Wheezie did when she was going through her past decades phase a few months ago. As he talked, snow got stuck in his hair, you think it makes him look cute and you bite back a soft laugh.
“I know,” you smile, taking another bite of the treat. There was some chocolate inside, sweet and just right. “If I had a cat, I’d definitely name it.”
“But?” Rafe knew you too well to drop the conversation.
“I did fall in love with it. That nothing bad could ever happen in a place like Tiffany’s.” You took a step towards your boyfriend and used his color to pull him into a light kiss. “You’re like that for me.”
Rafe smiled against your mouth, “Because I’m rich?”
You shrugged, a playful smirk on your lips, “Want to go in?” You asked, having too much fun with this. “Just to look.” You clarified.
Rafe nodded his head, a mastermind at work behind those eyes, “Ladies first.”
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The thing was, you weren’t much for luxury stores, so this was a very new experience for you. A doorman stood by one of the doors and ushered you in, and you blushed as he opened the door for you as it’s action usually only Rafe does for you. You smiled at him as he both of you passed, and grabbed Rafe’s hand (one of your many ways to comfort yourself) as you entered the store.
The store itself was huge, ceilings going up and around, four floors all open to retail. The first floor featured cases of the most blindingly pretty diamonds and jewelry you had ever seen. Sparkles washed over your eyes as you pulled Rafe to either side of the store, looking with delight at everything offered. Every now and again, a worker would ask if you needed help, but you assured them you were only looking before Rafe could interject.
All of it was decorated with Tiffany's version of Christmas. Christmas cards and art and wreaths. The color red. Tiffany Blue. A tree here and there.
There was a time here and there where you could feel Rafe’s eyes on you, his smile widening at your awe. So in love with you that even watching you enjoy something was enough of a show for him.
By the time you had traveled to each floor, you felt very pleased with your visit. You and the pogues would’ve never come here on your own, let alone able to afford anything in its walls. But Rafe still had a surprise up his sleeve, just for you.
When you came back to the first floor, Rafe stopped you from going out the door. His hair was now damp from the melted snow but his nose was still a little reddened by the cold. You weren’t sure it was that appropriate to kiss him in a store like this, but you wanted to because he looked so much like the person you loved more than anything, just fresh and new from the cold. He held out his hand to you again, and pulled you close before exiting the store. “I want you to pick one.” He whispered in your ear, not quite letting you pass the threshold and leave.
“What?” A shiver went up your back, causing goosebumps to appear on your arm under your coat. You were sure Rafe was kidding, and also not sure at the same time. He went a little extreme when it came to you, so this was no mistake. He had planned this.
“Y/N, please just pick one.”
You turned to face him, heat steaming in your cheeks, “Rafe I can’t do that.”
He smiled, “Yes you can.” Then at your pout of pure utter ‘I’m a pogue and I can’t take expensive gifts’, he added, “Let’s just look again. Try something on. For me.”
As you persisted, Rafe just got more and more convincing. It was easy to fall into his traps. He was tall and charming and knew all of your tricks as well as his own.
When you perused the glass cases again, Rafe flagged down a sales associate to help you. Anxiety coursed through you, you had never done this before… let alone spent this much money on something other than bills. But there was something so calm and casual about Rafe here, like he knew how it worked.
But you also did want to be pampered a little, give into Rafe’s love for you, even for just a moment.
Rafe picked a few items out, but only after you had shown interest. He was letting you take the reins. Of course, you cringed when they said each of the prices, but Rafe covered it casually and had no worries about how much the cost would be. You tried on a few necklaces and bracelets, weighing the options. You felt so glamorous looking in the mirrors and seeing the jewelry on. But there was one that you loved. That you couldn’t take your eyes off of. But it felt like too much to ask. Of course, the only problem was how Rafe already noticed you eyeing it. It was helpless to think you were going to leave the store, with Rafe as your boyfriend, empty handed.
Rafe side-eyed you as the sales associate walked away for a moment to fetch something Rafe had asked to see, “What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking it’s Christmas and you don’t have to do this,” You put your hand on top of his, his skin was warm and cozy and his gold signet ring glinted under the lights.
“Hmm, I’m thinking it’s Christmas and you deserve this. Y/N you work so hard, let me do this-” The sales associate returned and opened up the box to reveal what you had wanted, but not said.
“How much is-” You began to ask, already regretting your decision to let this happen.
“Don’t tell her, it’s a gift.” Rafe interrupted, his smile so charming you were sure even the sales associate was falling into his trap.
You glared at him, but tried it on. And you felt good wearing it. It glinted just like Rafe’s ring in the light, and it looked so good in the mirror. You wanted to scold Rafe, but this was one of the first things you’ll probably have forever and you didn’t want to rob yourself of that. Especially not when it’s connected to someone you loved so much.
“What do you think?” You asked, showing it off to Rafe.
Rafe gave you a look, and you sighed with a smile and turned to the sales associate, “We’ll take it.”
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When you were walking out of the store, you grabbed Rafe’s hand again and pulled him out, almost nervous that he would be tempted to buy you more. You had already gotten one blue box that day, you didn’t need Rafe going especially crazy. But between you, it felt like Christmas. You had gotten an out of this world gift, you were in New York with the love of your life, and you still had more to do.
You turned your head to look at Rafe while you walked, not really in the mood for a taxi, “What’s next?” You asked, eyes ablaze with that look you always got on Christmas morning.
“So now you like my surprises?” Rafe asked, squeezing your hand.
“It’s Christmas, I can give in a little.” You squeezed Rafe’s hand back, and went off into the wintery New York city.
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Mason Mount (Manchester United) - Play Pretend
Day 1 of Christmas
“Do I have to?” Mason asked. “You weren’t complaining when you had to eat the biscuits, where you?” Y/n said. “But that was because I like biscuits. What I don’t like is a raw carrot.” Mason protested. “Just bite it. It’s not even that bad.” Y/n giggled. “Easy for you to say! Its covered in dirt!” Mason replied. “But remember, Mase, ‘Dirty carrots are good for the reindeer’.” Y/n said, reminding him of what he said earlier when they were picking carrots from their mini vegetable patch in the garden. “Yes, yes, I remember. But that was when Mummy was playing reindeer, not me.” It was their son Thomas' second Christmas and they thought they would make it just as special, if not more special, than his first considering this is generally when children begin to gain memories they'll actually remember.
Mason sighed, before counting to 3 and biting down hard on the carrot. Y/n silently laughed as Mason spat it into a piece of kitchen towel and began wiping the dirt off his tongue. "You could've wiped the end and then bit it, you muppet!" Y/n laughed. "I actually could have." He replied, laughing too. "Come on, just help me finish putting this stuff away." He said, picking up the spare bits of wrapping paper for the bin. "I still think we should wrap the bike." Y/n said. "For what? If we wrap that, it's an extra mess we have to clean." Mason said. "But it's for mystery!"
"Oh, I wonder what that could be, Mummy! A shovel? Maybe a dog? Oh my god a bike! I would have never guessed!" She slapped his chest. "Keep moving Mount." As Mason cleaned up the wrapping paper and ribbons, Y/n filled the stockings with different sweets and smaller presents and once they finally finished, the stood back and looked at their good job. "Possibly our best work as of late." Mason whispered. "Maybe for you. I've been doing good with my work." She muttered. "You're awfully cheeky this year." He said. "And that's why you love me." He nodded, not being able to deny that. He did love her, more than she would ever know. "I'll move the Santa plate back." He said.
“Oh but he’s gonna have such a horrible Christmas.” Y/n whispered as Mason placed the plate back to the fireplace, before turning to Y/n with a confused look on his face. “Why’s that?” He asked. “Well, he’s getting a United jersey, isn’t he?” Y/n replied. “Oi, behave you!” He chuckled, grabbing her and pulling her onto the couch. In doing so, the bike beside the couch had fallen and made quite a loud bang. The couple looked at eachother and made a run to the hallway and into the downstairs bathroom to hide.
They stood there in darkness for a few minutes, hoping their toddler wouldn't come downstairs. "If he comes down, you need to go grab the Santa suit." She whispered. "I told you, I'm not wearing that. I'm not even wearing that tomorrow!" The pair giggled amongst themselves quietly. "What time is it?" Y/n asked. Mason pulled his phone out and showed her the homescreen with their little family on it from last Christmas.
00:00
"Happy Christmas, Mase." Y/n smiled. Mason smiled right back. "Merry Christmas, Y/n."
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Snowball Fight
Daryl Dixon x fem! Reader • Alexandria, post Rick • Fluff
Short and sweet Christmasy/wintery oneshot. Merry Christmas to those who celebrate!!
The winter air was cold, a cloud of smoke came from the warm breath exiting your parted lips. There's a thick layer of snow on the ground. You smile to yourself as you drag your feet, making patterns in the snow as you walk. Daryl grunts in complaint from beside you.
"All this damn snow, ain't gonna get there in time," he says. It's true, the snow did make walking more time consuming and tiring. You and Daryl had wanted to leave your cozy cabin a day earlier, but the snow storm had been too harsh.
"We'll get there," you say, an attempt to ease his worries. You adjust the bag on your shoulder, the wrapped packages for Judith and RJ weighing on your back. "If anything, we'll just miss dinner."
Dog trots in front of you and Daryl, and he turns his head at the comment. His ears droop and his tail pauses its happy wagging. He loves eating at Michonne's, as the two Grimes kids always sneak a few pieces of their dinner under the table for him. You swear Dog understands perfect English.
That's where you're heading now, along with your partner and Dog. The three of you planned to celebrate Christmas in Alexandria with your family, but the snow is causing quite the delay.
Daryl, despite your attempts at easing him, still has a tense twinge to his brow. You smile sympathetically, rubbing your cold fingers on his shoulder. He looks at you, and you sneak a quick peck to his lips.
"Jude and RJ absolutely adore you, if you haven't noticed," you say, stepping in front of him to momentarily halt his walking. "They won't care if you're a little late, they'll just be happy to see you."
Daryl scoffs at your comment, but nods once he sees your narrowed eyes. His hands come up to place themselves on your hips, squeezing the area once. You run your hands up his poncho, folding back the area at his neck to brush your fingers across his skin. You smile at the goosebumps that form at your chilled touch.
"Your hands are freezin', woman." His lip curls and he pushes your hand away. You giggle, but it's cut short by Daryl's lips on yours.
"Since we're already running late," you begin, smiling mischievously and twirling a strand of Daryl's hair. "You think we can spare another few minutes?" Daryl pretends to think before nodding.
"Maybe just a couple," he says, a twinkle in his bright blue eyes.
"Good," you say, and shove him down into the snow. He grunts from the hard landing, glaring at you from the snow littered ground.
"Really?" He asks, sitting up. He moves to grab your ankle, but you jump back just in time. You laugh, giddy and bright. Dog, excited for the playtime, quickly runs over and jumps on Daryl, effectively knocking him back down.
You take the minute delay to rush behind a tree, kneeling to the ground and packing snow into balls. You keep your head on a swivel, glancing about and waiting for your partner. When you don't hear anything for a minute, you carefully peek around the tree trunk, only for a snow ball to wiz past your head.
You swiftly throw yourself back behind the cover of the tree with a shout. You pick up a snowball and launch it forward. You're pleased by the wet thunk and aggravated yelp from Daryl.
"Oh, you're in for it now," he threatens, a grin clear in his voice. You let out a short and panicked laugh before stumbling up, trying to get away from the hunter on your tail. You don't make it far, as Dog jumps in front of you and delays you enough for Daryl to grab you by the waist, pushing you down into the snow.
You squeal, grinning as Daryl piles snow on top of you. You desperately try to get away, but Daryl keeps your pinned underneath him as he buries you under the fluffy snow. Dog is no better, licking your face and pawing at you.
"Ugh! I knew you liked him better!" You chastise Dog, fumbling to escape his wet kisses. Daryl eventually relents his attack to lay beside you. He's breathing heavily along with you, puffs of white smoke coming from both of your mouths. Dog is tired too, and drops down to relax not far.
"Not exactly what I thought you meant when you asked if we could spare a few minutes," Daryl says, in between his heavy breaths. You giggle, sitting up to lean on your elbow and face him.
"I like to keep you on your toes." Daryl hums, bringing his hand up to the back of your neck. His hand is icy, causing a shiver to run down your back. You lean down to kiss him. His lips are cold and chapped, but you don’t mind a bit.
You pull back and smile. Daryl’s cheeks and nose are red, his wavy hair covered in snowflakes. You comb your fingers through the tangled locks, brushing out the wet clumps of ice. His eyes are half lidded and soft, a lazy smile on his lips.
The Daryl you have in front of you is one that you’re honored to have reserved for you, and only you. Snow kissed, freezing fingers, and all.
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Hot Chocolate
Hey Y'all I absolutely love the holidays and Christmas is my fave holiday out of the year so in honor of that I want to create some cute holiday one shots ! I hope you all enjoy this
Sierra Six X Reader
Y/N POV
Christmas was your favorite time of the year. The Magic of Christmas in New York was something that you can't describe.
The happy feeling in the air. The lights glowing in the night sky. God if you got lucky and was able to see snow. It was just pure magic.
You always felt happier during the season.. Most people were stressed but not you.
Being able to go buy gifts for your loved ones. Helping those in need was something that was special to you
. Gift giving was your love language just being able to see the thought and time someone put into picking out the most perfect gift.
This year was even more special for you. It was the first time that you were spending it with someone you truly were in love with.
Before you were either single or just not with the right person. But that chance meeting with six at a diner was something your never going to forget.
You both were sitting alone at the bar side when the most devilish handsome man in front of you asked if you could pass the ketchup.
Now hear me out there’s way more to this. He didn’t even look up when he asked you.
But when he looked up and saw the most beautiful smile and person in front of him he didn’t realize how long he was actually staring at you.
“Is there something wrong oh god is there food stuck on my face” you panicked
That broke the major trance he was in
“No uh sorry mm excuse me” He said clearing his throat. His face turning beat red
“Well good thing I don’t but you do” you said pointing to the small ketchup dot on his face.
His face turned blood red and he was clearly embarrassed
“It seems to suit you you look hot with it” You blurted out now your face was blood red from embarrassment because why would you yell that out.
He grabbed the napkin and wiped his face
“Now don’t you turn red your also the second hottest person in here next to me obviously” He said making you laugh.
After that the rest was history. You sat for hours just talking and after he asked you out on a proper date.
That was almost a year ago and in that year you learned so much about him.
What he actually did for work his past and everything. You didn’t mind he only did those things to protect people.
He was kind and sweet and amazing and you were so lucky.
Though he always told you it was the opposite way. He never thought he would ever be so lucky to meet and fall in love with a amazing person such as yourself.
He knew so much about you even about your love for the holiday.
Which is why you were in such a fuss to make it so special. You were killing yourself decorating the apartment all up and even making a big deal about the most perfect tree.
“Babe it’s just a tree calm down” He said laughing at you.
You were currently taking measurements and shaking them and inspecting them for fulliness.
You gasped out loud
“Just a tree no no you don’t understand the tree is everything there is no christmas without a tree” He just laughed at you
After a couple of hours and him huffing and puffing it was cold you finally found the most perfect one.
You took it home and made him wear matching pajamas. You all decorated the tree together and sipped on hot chocolate.
You made him watch christmas movies and take pictures and even though he tried to act manly he had never been happier or more in love.
The season was flying by and you were spending all day out trying to find him the most perfect gift.
Because all that man did was say he didn’t want anything. Because he was in prison at such a young age he missed out on a lot.
He talked a lot about playing games and being a nerd so you tracked down all old games and systems.
You even brought him that nice watch he had been not secretly eying.
You were all around time trying to get everything when you got a text on your phone.
“Come here to our place” Was it said you knew what it meant instantly.
So you hurried and shoved all your stuff into the trunk and raced over to where he was.
He sitting at the same seat where you both meant. He loved going there back with you and getting lost in your eyes all over again.
You ran over to him and snuck up behind him.
“Guess who” You said covering his eyes.
“Rachel my secret girlfriend is that you” He said not even able to contain his laugh.
“Wow okay i see how its hopefully she shows up” You said in between laughs.
He turned around and grabbed you and pulled you close into him.
“Mm she’s later but your good enough for now” He said smiling in your lips and leaning in and kissing you slowly.
You kissed him back the butterflies always there. After you broke the kiss you sat down next to him.
“Just in time” Jean said she was there the night you two meant and every other time you had been there.
She placed two big cups of hot chocolate with whipped cream. You smiled big and instantly grabbed it and sipped it. It soothed your soul.
“Mm omg soo good” You said laughing and sitting the cup down.
“What’s this for though” You asked
“Because I love you” Six said.
“Are we going home and changing into our pj’s and watching more christmas movies because you love me” You said leaning into him.
“Maybe” He said smiling, picking up his cup of hot chocolate to his mouth and taking a sip.
You both laughed and you spent hours again just sitting there and talking and eating a favorite pastime of yours.
After you left you walked through NYC looking at the lights and seeing everything so neatly decorated.
After you went home and of course he went home and put his matching pajamas on with you and laid in bed and watched christmas movies.
You were laid up all on him and he wrapped you in his arms.
Six never really cared about the holidays due to never having a family to come home to but thank goddess that changed.
You were the greatest gift he could have ever asked for.
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Meryl and Wolfwood observed the unfolding scene before them. The undertaker couldn't help but feel his eye twitch and a sigh escaped him. "Blondie, what on earth?"
Meryl, expressing her exasperation, merely nodded in agreement. The frustration was evident in her sigh and the way her lips tightened into a thin line. "Is this some kind of scheme?" Vash was immediately taken aback. This was not a plot or a distraction!
Vash stood before the two, wearing a pout on his face. Adorned all over his body were tinsel and colourful orbs. "Obviously, I'm a Christmas tree!" When met with silence, he sighed and placed his hands on his hips. "You know, it's the season of giving! People back on Earth at this time of year would celebrate and exchange gifts!"
Wolfwood rubbed the spot between his eyes, sensing a headache coming on from Blondie's antics. "Blondie, firstly, I've never heard of Christmas before today. Secondly, this isn't Earth."
Meryl crossed her arms, nodding in agreement with Wolfwood's statement. "Yeah, and you're very obviously not a tree."
Vash sulked at their response. "Where's your holiday spirit? Come on! Just indulge me a bit." He expertly manipulated the situation, employing a wobbly lip here and a flutter of the eyes there. The blond could see them gradually succumbing to his insistence. Without waiting for verbal confirmation, Vash flashed them the brightest grin ever.
"This better not put a target on yer head, spikey…" Wolfwood grumbled, pulling out a smoke.
Meryl nibbled on her lip for a moment as she contemplated. It was challenging to resist such an innocent request. "Fine, but we shouldn't linger in the area for too long. You'll attract trouble before we can even do anything."
Vash managed to stave off another pout, reminding himself of the small victories. After all, the journalist had a valid point; safety should be a priority. He didn't want innocent civilians getting entangled in the chaos that often followed him. "Alright! Luckily for you guys, I already have what I want to give you ready."
He flashed them a grin upon noticing the signs of interest on both of their faces. Meryl's enthusiasm was evident, her eyes glimmering despite her attempts to appear reserved. Wolfwood was a bit more challenging to read, but Vash could discern it from the undertaker's diminished interest in the smoke in his hands.
"Well, are ya gonna show us, blondie? Or are we gonna hafta wait in suspense?" Wolfwood drawled, noting Vash's watchful gaze.
His nose crinkled as he grinned. "Nope!" he sang out, emphasising the end of the word. Vash turned away from the two and headed toward their hotel, methodically removing the tinsel and ornaments. Despite his meticulous efforts, some residual sparkles clung to his red jacket. Meryl and Wolfwood struggled to contain their snickers, recognising the significance of this unusual gesture for Vash.
Vash quickly ushered them into his shared room with Wolfwood, prompting the undertaker to raise his eyebrows. How had the blond managed to hide two presents from them? Vash was typically not skilled at concealing things or lying, usually resorting to an awkward laugh or deflecting the conversation. However, Wolfwood kept his mouth firmly closed. There was no point in pressing Vash over something so simple and light-hearted, even though a small part of him felt a tinge of suspicion. Perhaps that was just his experience with the Eye of Michael talking.
Once inside the room, Vash gestured for them to take a seat while he retrieved the presents from a concealed spot. Wolfwood's curiosity got the better of him, but he resisted the urge to inquire further. Instead, he observed Vash's movements with a bemused expression.
With a dramatic flourish, Vash revealed two carefully wrapped packages. The wrapping paper was adorned with festive patterns. It was a change from the drab appearance of the hotel room. Meryl's eyes widened with genuine surprise, and even Wolfwood couldn't help but crack a small smile at the unexpected turn of events.
"Alright, you two. Merry Christmas!" Vash declared, presenting the gifts with a theatrical bow. Meryl eagerly reached for hers, tearing open the wrapping paper with excitement. Wolfwood accepted his with a nod, appreciating the rare lightheartedness in their otherwise intense lives.
As the wrapping fell away, Meryl found a new camera inside, while Wolfwood uncovered a single key. Wolfwood raised an eyebrow in confusion, all while Vash just smirked. "I'll show you where that key goes in just a moment." The blond turned his attention to Meryl. "I don't know too much about cameras and stuff, but I know yours was getting banged up with all the situations we get into..." He trailed off, feeling a bit awkward now.
Meryl's eyes widened with surprise as she held the new camera in her hands. She was touched by Vash's consideration for her equipment, realising that he had paid attention to the wear and tear on her old camera during their adventures.
"Wow, Vash, this is amazing!" she exclaimed, a genuine smile breaking through any lingering scepticism. "Thank you so much. It's perfect."
Wolfwood, still holding the mysterious key, couldn't help but chuckle at the unexpected turn of events. "Alright, Blondie, what's the story with this key then?" he inquired, a playful glint in his eye.
Vash's laughter resonated in the room. "A bit eager, aren't we?"
The undertaker, Wolfwood, restrained a groan, his eyes rolling playfully. "Can you blame me? Especially when the little lady here doesn't need to embark on an entire adventure just to unwrap her gift. The suspense is killing me, blondie." He shot a teasing glance toward Meryl, who was still admiring her new camera with genuine delight.
"Sure, sure, but no need for a grand adventure. The gift's been hiding right under your nose." Vash flashed a mischievous grin and made his way out of the hotel room. "Come along now!"
Wolfwood needed no second invitation. Without hesitation, he trailed behind the gunman, leaving Meryl in the room to marvel at her newfound possession. If he strained his ears, he could make out her murmurs under her breath, discussing the camera's specifications. However, none of those technical details held any significance for the undertaker.
“Hurry!” Vash urged as Wolfwood fell behind. He ushered the dark-haired man along. “She’s waiting for you.”
Wolfwood arched an eyebrow. She? It was evident that it wasn't an actual person. A key for a person would be odd, and it couldn't possibly be his gift. The next logical conclusion was a vehicle, but they already had one - Meryl's jeep, even though it had seen better days. Yet, he could feel excitement coursing through his body.
Vash veered into an alleyway, and Wolfwood hastened to catch up. "Spikey, if this is some elaborate scheme to mug me, I'll have you know I don't have that much cash."
The mentioned man gasped in mock offence. "Wolfwood! I would never stoop to such levels, especially not on Christmas!"
"Right, right... The season of giving," Wolfwood chuckled, rolling his eyes at Vash's theatrics.
The blond cast a glance back at Wolfwood before halting beside an object shrouded in a sheet. "Okay, on the count of three..." Vash grinned, a canine poking out. Vash dramatically counted, "One... two... three!" With a flourish, he yanked the sheet away, revealing a sleek motorcycle underneath. The polished chrome gleamed in the dim light of the alley, and Vash's grin widened as he observed Wolfwood's reaction.
The undertaker's eyes widened in surprise. "Well, I'll be damned. You got me a motorcycle?" He couldn't hide the excitement in his voice.
Vash nodded proudly. "Yep! Figured it was about time you got a replacement since your old one… was destroyed….” He shuddered as he remembered how the last one had been crushed by a grand worm.
Wolfwood circled the motorcycle, running his hand over the smooth surface. "Spikey, you've outdone yourself. This is... amazing."
Vash beamed, clearly pleased with Wolfwood's reaction. "Merry Christmas, Wolfwood.”
Wolfwood continued to admire the newly acquired motorcycle, now his own before a realisation struck him. "Hold on a damn minute... How much money did you spend on us?"
Vash burst into immediate laughter, although the undertaker discerned a forced quality to it, evident in the shift of the blond's body language. "Oh, you know... Just a bit...?"
Despite Vash's attempt to downplay it, Wolfwood's suspicion lingered. He raised an eyebrow, giving the gunslinger a scrutinising look. "A bit? Come on, Spikey, we're not talking loose change here. How much did you spend?"
Vash scratched his head nervously, avoiding eye contact. "Well, you see, it's the thought that counts, right? I just wanted to make this Christmas special for both of you."
Wolfwood sighed, realising he might not receive a straightforward answer. "Alright, alright. Just promise me you didn't empty your entire wallet on this. We've got more than enough troubles without you going broke over Christmas presents."
Vash averted his gaze from Wolfwood, refusing to meet his eyes. "Uh... about that..." He trailed off, hinting at a hesitation that didn't go unnoticed.
Wolfwood narrowed his eyes, sensing there was more to the story. "Spikey, how much are we talking about here? Be straight with me."
Vash shifted uncomfortably, a guilty expression crossing his face. "Well, you know, it's not exactly the amount, but the sentiment, right? I just wanted to make it special for you guys."
The undertaker sighed, recognising Vash's evasive tactics. "Look, I appreciate the sentiment, but I don't want you putting yourself in a tight spot over this. We can't have you broke and battling bad guys. Promise me you're not in over your head."
Vash finally met Wolfwood's gaze, a genuine sincerity in his eyes. "I promise, Wolfwood. I've got it under control. Let's just enjoy the holiday without worrying too much, okay?"
Wolfwood reluctantly nodded, realising arguing further might spoil the festive mood. "Fine, but you owe me an extra round of drinks when we're back, blondie."
Vash grinned, grateful that his friend didn't press the matter further. "Deal. Now, let's immerse ourselves in the festivities and set aside wallets and worries for a while."
"We've got to get back to the little lady first, I'd say," Wolfwood chuckled. "And now we have to find something for you."
"Aw, shucks, it's all good. Just being friends with you guys is enough," Vash beamed, but Wolfwood wasn't easily swayed. He remained determined to find a last-minute gift for the blond, regardless of the challenge it posed.
With Vash's reassurance, the two friends headed back towards the hotel room where Meryl awaited them. The festive atmosphere surrounded them as they strolled through the lively streets, adorned with holiday decorations.
Once inside the room, Vash and Wolfwood found Meryl still absorbed in examining her new camera. The undertaker couldn't help but smile at her excitement.
"Alright, shortie, we've got to figure out something for blondie here," Wolfwood declared, eyeing Vash with a playful glint.
The blond spluttered. "I've said it before—I don't need anything! Just seeing you guys happy is enough for me. That's all I need!"
Meryl, fully committed to finding a special gift for Vash, shook her head in disagreement. "No can do! The Humanoid Typhoon went out of his way to get us something special, so now we have to do the same."
With a mischievous grin, Wolfwood leaned in, his eyes glinting playfully. "See? The majority has spoken. Suck it up and enjoy a moment of peace, spikey. We've got some secret plotting to do, and surprises to arrange. Just hold tight, we'll be back before you know it." He winked at Vash before joining Meryl in the doorway, leaving the blond gunslinger alone in the room with a bemused expression.
“Do you have any ideas on what to get him?" Meryl inquired the moment they were out of earshot from the room.
Wolfwood pondered for a moment, rubbing his chin. "I know he has a sweet tooth, but just buying doughnuts wouldn't be all that special. I mean, he got me a new Angelina, for God's sake!"
Meryl raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "With what money?"
The undertaker could only offer a nonchalant shrug. "He refused to say, and I can only imagine how much it cost him altogether. Hell, I don't even know how he managed to hide a motorcycle from us. Unless he bought it just today..." Wolfwood's voice trailed off, bewilderment lingering in his tone.
The journalist sighed, brushing aside the mysteries of Vash's spending habits. "Well, no need to linger on that. We have to find something in this town to get him before tonight." Her eyes suddenly sparkled with inspiration, and she leaned in to quickly share her plan with Wolfwood, her words exchanged in a hushed whisper. Wolfwood's grin widened as he absorbed Meryl's scheme.
"He'd absolutely love that," the undertaker declared triumphantly. "Let's not waste any time. We need to get everything ready."
Vash fidgeted in the hotel room, his impatience palpable as he tapped his feet and bobbed his leg up and down. Gratitude warred with guilt within him; he appreciated his friends' gesture of getting him a gift, but at the same time, a sense of unworthiness nagged at him. The memories of the destruction he caused loomed in his mind, prompting him to question if he truly deserved such a thoughtful present.
Before he could drown in prolonged self-deprecating thoughts, the room door was flung open with a bang, and both Meryl and Wolfwood rushed in, wide grins adorning their faces. The sudden burst of energy and excitement filled the room, momentarily distracting Vash from his contemplation. Before he could utter a word, the tempting aroma of freshly baked doughnuts wafted into his nose, instantly capturing his attention.
Meryl and Wolfwood exchanged triumphant glances as they presented a box of assorted, mouthwatering doughnuts to Vash. The enticing scent filled the room, dissipating any lingering somberness.
"We figured doughnuts would be a sweet surprise, just like the Angelina you got for Wolfwood," Meryl explained, a playful twinkle in her eyes.
Wolfwood nodded, a mischievous grin on his face. "And the best part? We got them from that charming little bakery down the street. They're known for their exceptional pastries."
Vash couldn't help but smile at their thoughtful gesture. The guilt he felt earlier began to dissolve in the warmth of his friends' efforts to make his Christmas special.
"Thanks, you two. This is more than I could've asked for," Vash admitted, genuine appreciation in his voice.
Meryl chuckled, her laughter carrying a conspiratorial note. "Well, that's not all we have for you, Vash." The gunman tilted his head in curiosity, prepared to express his gratitude, but Meryl raised a hand, interrupting him before he could utter a word. The mischievous glint in her eyes hinted at more surprises yet to unfold.
"Both Wolfwood and I know that you tend to take care of others and refuse to let others take care of you," she began, her tone warm. Her eyes then shifted to Wolfwood, inviting him to reveal their additional gift.
"So we got you a little something to help you remember that you have people who only want the best for you," the undertaker continued, a genuine smile on his face. With a flourish, he pulled out a thick book from behind his back. "We didn't know how to wrap it as nicely as you did ours, so we figured we would just give it to you like this."
Wolfwood handed the book to Vash, and as the blond received it, he felt an unexpected welling of emotion, his eyes filling with tears. It was a scrapbook, its well-worn cover revealing the countless moments captured within. Though the cover was unadorned, the first page spoke volumes, adorned with carefully arranged pictures—no doubt taken by Meryl at various points—depicting Vash with the group and a few others. Each image told a story of shared laughter, trials faced together, and the unspoken bonds forged on their tumultuous journey.
"You guys..." Vash whispered, his voice laden with emotion. "You really didn't have to do this."
"Just like you didn't have to get us anything, but you still chose to. We care for you, Vash. We wouldn't be with you otherwise," Meryl said gently, reaching out to hold both of Vash's hands in hers.
Wolfwood hummed in agreement. "You can self-loathe all you want, but we'll always be here to help you out of that pit." The undertaker's words carried a reassuring tone.
Vash couldn’t argue with their words so he just nodded to their words. “Thank you... Truly... Today has been a good day…”
The two others grinned, their eyes reflecting the warmth of the moment. "Great, now let's savour those doughnuts while they're still fresh, huh?" Wolfwood playfully ruffled the blond's hair, adding a light-hearted touch to the heartfelt exchange. The room filled with a sense of camaraderie as they settled down to relish the sweet treats. The scrapbook resting nearby, filled with hopes and promises for the future.
#trigun maximum#trigun stampede#trigun#vashwood#merylwood#trigun wolfwood#christmas oneshot#vash the stampede
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Wenclair Christmas One-Shot - Happy Christmas!
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christmas oneshot starring jason and his little mouse from built to love, but broken now
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I saw Jason kissing...
Honestly, Jason didn’t mean to forget Christmas.
To be fair, it’s Christmas Eve so he didn’t actually forget Christmas itself, but still, it’s cutting it close and, well, it’s a holiday that’s kind of hard to miss with all the red and green décor. Frankly, he hasn’t had much to do with the holiday the past two years, never really had anyone to celebrate it with, to buy gifts for, so it was more out of habit that he paid no mind to the lights, the music, all the peppermint flavored food advertised on café and restaurant windows.
It’s in pretty poor practice that he doesn’t notice such obvious signs, he’s a detective, he’s supposed to see these things, observe, but he’s been busy. There were finals to study for, drug deals to bust, bad guys to rough up and throw in jail, sometimes even the hospital first. Jason’s got better things to do than stuff some stockings or prepare chocolate chip cookies and milk to leave out for Santa Claus.
The jolly old saint wouldn’t be able to get them anyway, what with Jason’s new security system set up.
So, really, it was only when Jason stopped a robbery by criminals dressed in red with sacks thrown over their shoulders that he finally got the hint. The red hats with white cotton balls glued to the ends of their point helped, too.
“Pretty sure Santa’s supposed to be leaving the gifts, not taking them.” He says as his only warning, just so he could see the look on their faces when they realize who’s caught them, before he shoots, careful to not kill anyone, but definitely aimed to scare, to immobilize.
It’s an easy fight. The Santa-wannabes go down easily, so easily that Jason’s a little disappointed.
But it’s Christmas Eve, so maybe it’s a sign that he should head back home, spend the holiday with someone he actually cares about.
It’s just that he doesn’t really have a gift to give, nothing to put under the small tree—now he realizes that it’s a Christmas tree—she had set up on the table next to their sofa and all the shops are closed early so that employees clock out and be with their families. Maybe he could make something, but no, that’s a bad idea. It all circles back to everything being closed and not having enough time.
He really should have been paying more attention. He’s pretty sure the grocery he was at the other day was blaring Jingle Bells, maybe even that song about the reindeer with the nose, while he looked for ingredients for spaghetti and meatballs.
wer r u?
come home soon?
The words, like always, tickle when they appear on his skin, like a gentle caress trying to get his attention. Jason stares at the words on his skin, the way her penmanship looks so soft and dainty against the harsh scars and thinks that he’ll just make it up to her when he gets home. He’ll cook dinner tonight, he’s sure he can whip up something Christmas-y and if he can’t, well, cookies are always an option. It’s the first thing Alfred taught him to make and the years of anger and hurt could not wash away those memories.
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“There you are!” She greets once he’s inside the door.
There’s Christmas music playing softly in the background and Jason notes that their apartment is dimly lit, a sort of orange makes their living room seem warm, cozy, in theme. She’s set the mood. But he needs to get out of his boots first so he doesn’t track any dirt or grime onto their nice clean floors. It takes a second, it’s needlessly complicated but he needs the support so he can’t really complain.
“I’m back, mouse. Sorry I’m late,” he says, voice distracted as he works on the other boot. His gaze is lowered, focused on the clasps and the laces, but once he’s free from it, he straightens up, which, hurts, but at least he’s home and she’s always been good at alleviating his pain.
The first thing he sees are her white, thigh high socks. No, that’s not right. They’re not completely white, no, each leg has a red bow tied around her thigh, squeezing the flesh in such a way that Jason’s first thought is that he wants to bite it.
Which is shocking, he normally tries to push those kinds of thoughts away, but his eyes continue their journey anyway, taking in the shortness of her red dress, the way the white lining barely covers what Jason has yet to be privy to. There’s a thick black belt around her waist, cinching it, revealing curves that she doesn’t normally show off. Then there’s that white lining again teasing him, taunting him, daring him to keep his gaze on her chest, on the exposed skin.
And Jason, Jason is only human so he lingers for a second longer than he normally would.
He wonders what else he’ll find her wearing, wonders if she’s wearing a Santa hat, too. He thinks that red is definitely her color and Jason’s pretty sure he’ll never look at a gold belt buckle the same way again. So, he’s excited to take in what she looks like above her tantalizing costume, see what she’s done with her make up, her hair, but what he sees once he moves on from the slope of her shoulders, her neck, makes him to burst out into laughter.
“Mouse. Seriously?”
“What?” She says in the most innocent tone she can muster and he’s pretty sure she’s grinning behind the white beard she has on. “You don’t like?”
“I just didn’t expect—is that glued on?”
She strokes her beard in a thoughtful manner and Jason finds himself laughing all over again.
“I think it completes the look.”
“You’re looking very festive, yes. Have you been wearing that the whole night?”
“Nah. I threw this on just for you.” She approaches him now, hips swaying, and the image is very confusing with the beard. She’s slow to wrap her arms around him, always giving him a chance to stop her if he wanted to, but Jason’s used to her touch, craves it, so he welcomes her embrace. Even if the beard is a little itchy. “So tell me, have you been a good boy this year?”
“Oh, most definitely not.” He tugs on her beard, sees that its simply looped around her ears.
“Darn. Guess that means no present for you.” Her shoulders sag and she even manages to look a little disappointed.
“I’m sure you can make an exemption?” His hands seem to have a mind of their own, they’re enjoying the velvety texture of her dress, rubbing up and down, daring to even go lower.
“No can do. I’m a stickler for the rules.” But still she manages to step even closer, craning her neck to look at him and Jason has to tilt his chin down so he can keep her gaze. His hands take this as their chance to make a move and oh, would you look at that, she doesn’t seem to mind. “But, I am a sucker for tradition.”
It says a lot about their relationship, how in tune they are, that Jason can practically read her mind, can tell that she wants him to look up with just a pump of her eyebrows, a flutter of her lashes. And when Jason tears his eyes away from her to see what she has hung on the ceiling, he grins.
Mistletoe.
“So, what do you say?” Her voice brings his attention back to her and Jason, Jason has never been more in love with her. “Feeling the Christmas spirit?”
“Lose the beard, mouse.”
And she tears it off quickly if not a little violently, snapping the elastic off and tossing the beard over her shoulder. Jason feels the sting behind his own ears, but he finds that he doesn’t particularly care right now because there’s his girl, his pretty little mouse, all decked out in his color.
“Merry Christmas, Jason,” she whispers, eyes closing as their faces draw closer together.
Their kiss is sweet, she’s definitely had some hot chocolate while waiting for him, and Jason can’t help himself, he deepens the kiss in a way that makes her let out a surprised squeak before she melts into his embrace.
And Jason, Jason thinks he’s never going to forget Christmas now.
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happy holidays to you all!
didn't think i'd be writing a christmas special(?) but i've been home the whole day and well, why not? i hope you enjoy this piece ☺
thanks so much for all the love and support you give these two, too!
#oneshot#jason todd oneshot#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#jason todd fic#jason todd fanfic#christmas fic#christmas oneshot#arkhamverse#arkham knight#arkham knight jason todd#red hood#red hood reader#jason todd#soulmates#soulmate au
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Cute together(Sterek)
Here is the ski lodge oneshot I said I’d try to get up. It’s more of a winter oneshot than a Christmas oneshot, although there mistletoe is mentioned. Hope you like it.
The view was stunning if Stiles was being honest, and he wasn't even referring to the gorgeous man next to him. He'd been hesitant to even bother enjoying himself on this trip but he was already here and yeah, the view was stunning.
The ski lift continued it's trek over the snowy landscape, taking Stiles higher and higher above the trees and slopes beneath. His feet dangled heavily below him.
With a sudden lurch, the ski lift halted, forcing his seat to swing back and forth. A low growl emanated from the man next to him.
Stiles noted the way the man's hands were gripping the seat like his life depended on it. He debated saying something witty to ease the man's tension but thought better of it when he saw the scowl on his face.
After a long painfully silent five minutes had passed, Stiles craned his neck to see if there were any people on the lift behind them. Their seat rocked gently with the movement.
"Can you not," the man next to him snapped.
Stiles' brows rose in an amused look. "You realize that these things are safe right?"
The man only glared.
"You know that the fatality rate per year, divided by passenger miles, results in 0.149 fatalities per one hundred million miles of passengers transported by ski lifts. You're more likely to die in an elevator, which has on average six fatalities per year." Stiles offered.
The glaring continued.
"I'm Stiles by the way."
The man was silent for a long moment before finally responding. "Derek."
"Derek. Nice to meet you. Are you here with friends or..." Stiles once again looked behind him, careful not to shift the chair. There was no one directly behind them, but it looked like there was a couple two chairs back. "They seem to be enjoying themselves."
Derek glanced over his shoulder to see the couple wrapped around each other in a heated kiss. "I'm here with friends. They were ahead of us."
"They didn't wait for you?" Stiles scoffed.
"I'm here as a favor for a friend," Derek growled, his eyes looking straight ahead.
"Ah, third wheeling?"
"Erica thinks that a romantic getaway will help Boyd make a move. Boyd is just too shy. I gave him an encouraging speech and sent them ahead of me alone. This is what I get."
"That's really sweet of you, dude," Stiles said sincerely.
Derek shot him a glare.
"I'm serious. You look miserable as fuck so you must really care about your friends to do that for them."
"I don't do heights."
"Ah. Well, hopefully we'll be off here soon. For now, we're perfectly safe unless a tornado comes through."
"It's too cold for a tornado," Derek huffed.
"Then we're safe." Stiles grinned widely.
"Where are your friends or whatever?" Derek decided he wanted to talk about anything but their situation.
Stiles bit down on his lower lip. "I'm alone actually."
Derek's brows raised. "Who goes to a ski lodge alone?"
"Well I was supposed to be here with my boyfriend. Made reservations and got here a day before him because he had to work, but then he never showed. When I called, he said to have fun and we'd talk when I got home."
Derek frowned. "That's awful."
"The writing was on the wall, I just chose not to read it. Honestly it's kind of nice. He'd be bitching about the cold and the inconvenience instead of enjoying the view." Stiles gestured to the snow covered trees.
At that moment Derek's phone rang, startling him.
"Erica," Derek snapped into the phone.
Stiles could hear the voice on the other end clearly.
"Derek, are you on the lift?"
"Yes, do you know why it's stopped?"
"Someone accidentally pulled the emergency lever. They legally can't start it back up until it's declared safe. Someone is on their way now."
Derek groaned.
Another voice spoke up. Boyd. "They said it may be about twenty more minutes or so."
"Great."
"Sorry, Derek." Boyd's tone was apologetic.
"It's fine."
"Is anyone with you?"
Derek glanced at Stiles who gave a small smile. "Yeah. Look, I know you guys wanted to grab dinner after this, why don't you go ahead. I'll meet up with you later."
"Are you sure?" Erica asked.
"Yeah, it may be a while and honestly I think I'm done after this."
"Okay, keep us posted."
Derek hung up and let out a sigh. "Someone pulled the emergency lever. They have someone on their way to fix it."
"Well, looks like we have some time to kill. Why don't you tell me about Boyd and Erica?" Stiles suggested, fighting the urge to swing his feet. He didn't want to stress Derek anymore by rocking the chair.
Derek closed his eyes and let out another sigh.
"It'll take your mind off of the fact that we're stuck here."
Derek opened his eyes and conceded. "What do you want to know?"
"How long have they been dancing around each other?" Stiles asked.
"About three years."
"Oof. How have you not done something sooner?"
"It wasn't my place. I figured they'd get around to it." Derek shrugged.
Stiles looked thoughtful. "You think this trip will do the trick?"
"I wasn't sure, but they'll have some time alone with me stuck up here so, maybe."
"You could have brought someone to make it feel like a double date, I'm guessing you're single since you didn't."
Derek narrowed his eyes at Stiles.
"I'm not trying to pry." He held his hands up.
"I am single, yes."
Stiles opened his mouth to ask another question when Derek beat him to it.
"How long were you and your boyfriend together?"
Stiles shifted, causing the chair to ever so slightly sway.
Derek's hand gripped the seat tighter.
"Two years."
"You don't seem terribly broken up about it," Derek pointed out.
"Like I said, writing on the wall."
"Still, two years is a long time."
Stiles fought the urge to shift again. He hated being still for this long, unable to fidget. He took off his gloves and tucked them into his jacket pocket, before pinching the bridge of his nose. "Yeah."
A silence fell over the pair and Derek was relieved his prying had worked. Though now he felt bad as he saw the way Stiles stared down at his hands in his lap, fidgeting.
"Guys like that aren't worth it. Trust me, I know."
Stiles gave Derek a doubtful look.
"My last girlfriend was a control freak. I finally called it off when she started to demand I stop spending time with Erica." Derek didn't know why he was telling Stiles this. Maybe to make him feel better.
Stiles didn't respond so Derek continued.
"My last boyfriend broke up with me because I wouldn't go mountain climbing with him every weekend. He said I wasn't invested in him."
Stiles' brow rose at that. "You clearly hate heights."
Derek shrugged.
Stiles frowned, his eyes falling to his hands again.
"Like I said, not worth it."
"Yeah, well, a ski trip is more fun when you have someone to spend it with."
Derek didn't respond to that. He didn't know how.
A gust of wind whipped around them, causing the cold air to bite through their clothes and the seat to rock ever so slightly.
"A hot chocolate sounds good right now, huh?" Stiles asked, pulling Derek's attention from the shifting ground below them.
"Anything that doesn't involve being up here sounds good."
Another gust of wind swept over them.
Derek closed his eyes and clenched his jaw.
"Hey." Stiles placed a hand on Derek's arm. "I promise you nothing is going to happen. It looks like a winter storm in the distance. These things rock so easily because if they didn't, they would snap. It's like a bridge."
Derek didn't respond.
"Just take in a deep breath."
Derek did as Stiles said.
"Good, now let it out slowly."
Derek blew out, his breath swirled in the cold air.
Another gust of wind hit them and Derek swore under his breath.
"Look at me," Stiles urged.
Derek looked at Stiles with a glare.
"Just focus on me, pretend we're in a car. Tell me about something. Anything."
Derek focused on the whiskey color of Stiles' eyes. "Like what?"
"What's something you're passionate about?"
"What?" Derek snapped.
"Something that's important to you."
"My job," Derek blurted as another jolt of wind swayed them.
"What do you do?"
"I'm an architect."
"Then you know how safe these things are."
"I know how many times people take short cuts. I know how many people get trapped in buildings. I know how many lives could have been spared if someone didn't cut corners."
"You lost someone because of that, didn't you?" Stiles asked, a frown tugging at his features.
"My parents. They died in a house fire. The structure wasn't built right so the building came down on them before the fire department even got there." Derek's tone was sharp.
"I'm really sorry."
"My job is to make sure that the structure is as sound as it can be. You can't always prevent a collapse, but you can make sure a building holds long enough for everyone to get to safety. The firemen said that if the building had held for even five more minutes, my parents would be alive."
The wind was more consistent as the storm grew closer.
A sudden jolt made Derek grabbed Stiles' arm harshly. The seat rocked vigorously before starting a trajectory forward.
Stiles held Derek's hand. "There we go. See, we'll be back on the ground before you know it. You want to ski down or just ride the lift back?"
"I don't think I'm up for skiing down," Derek answered, his face was green and pale at the same time.
"Okay, I'll ride it with you. We'll get a hot chocolate after, yeah?" Stiles offered.
Derek's grip on Stiles didn't loosen. The rocking of the chair grew worse as the wind continued to pick up. "Okay."
"We're almost there, I can see the end," Stiles said in a comforting tone. "Just breathe."
Derek took in a deep breath and gently let it out.
"Five more chairs and we're there."
Derek took in another breath as the wind cut through them again.
"You gonna be okay to stand when we get off? You don't look so good."
"I'm really dizzy," Derek admitted.
"Okay, I'll help you. I'm right here, we're one chair away, okay? You ready?"
Derek nodded, his grip on Stiles' hand didn't loosen still.
"Alright ready and off we go." Stiles helped Derek stand and shuffle to the side, out of the way of the chairs.
"Solid ground, you're good." Stiles held Derek, letting him find his balance.
"We're so sorry about that. If you see the front desk, you can give them this. Free drinks for the remainder of your stay." A middle aged man dressed in a coat with the lodge logo handed them two vouchers.
"Thanks." Stiles took them and helped Derek to a nearby bench.
Derek still held onto Stiles. He felt like he was still in the lift. The ground shifted below him despite him not moving.
"Let's get these off." Stiles bent to help take Derek's skis off.
"Thanks," Derek said quietly.
"No problem." Stiles pulled his own skis off and held out a hand to Derek. "Can I offer you a hot chocolate by the fire?"
Derek considered declining and turning in for the night, but Stiles had been so nice and helpful when he didn't have to be.
"I'm worried I'll throw it up but sure." Derek took Stiles' hand and let him lead him inside.
"What about something small on your stomach? Ginger snaps are great for nausea."
Derek nodded as he took a seat in one of the small sofa's near the giant fireplace that sat in the middle of the lodge.
Stiles headed to the bar and slid the vouchers across. "Two hot chocolates and a plate of ginger snaps, please."
He took in a deep breath as he waited for the order. Taking care of a stranger on a ski lift was not something he thought he'd be doing right now, but somehow he was having more fun than if Theo was there with him.
"Here you go." Stiles set the try down on the table in front of Derek and took a seat next to him.
"Thanks." Derek reached for a cookie, having shed his jacket and gloves.
"Should you call Erica and Boyd or..." Stiles shifted in his seat. Honestly he didn't want to leave Derek but he couldn't glue himself to Derek's side just because he was here alone.
"No. Let them have the night."
Stiles nodded.
"You know, I'm technically here alone too. If you don't have plans tomorrow, maybe we could go ice skating. Give Erica and Boyd more time alone together without me having to come up with some obvious excuse." Derek stared down at the hot chocolate in his hands. The warmth felt good.
"You want to use me to get Erica and Boyd together?" Stiles quirked a brow.
"Well I didn't mean—"
"I'm only kidding. I'm invested now." Stiles laughed.
"Besides I owe you for—" Derek jerked a thumb over his shoulder.
"You don't owe me anything, Derek."
Derek looked up, meeting Stiles' eyes. The fire light danced in the bright brown color.
"I'd still like to make it up to you. I'm...honestly embarrassed." Derek dropped his eyes again.
"Dude, don't be. I didn't mind helping, if I even did."
"You did." Derek looked up again.
Stiles smiled before putting his mug to his lips.
Derek watched as Stiles licked the whipped cream from his lips. "Your boyfriend is an idiot."
This caught Stiles by surprise.
"Ex-boyfriend. And you don't know me. I'm a handful." Stiles plucked a marshmallow from the top of his drink and popped it into his mouth.
"Is that what he said?"
Stiles scoffed. "I talk a lot. I fidget too much. I'm always on the go."
"Those are the reasons he ended it?" Derek frowned.
"Supposedly. If you want my opinion, I think he met someone."
Derek snorted, "Figures."
"If you don't mind, I'd really rather talk about anything else." Stiles shifted in his seat.
"Right. Sorry." Derek was never good at cheering people up.
The pair talked for the next two hours before a blond came bouncing over.
"Derek!"
"Erica." Derek smiled at the blond.
"You didn't call and I now see why. Hello." Her eyes fell to Stiles.
"Hi." Stiles smiled.
"Derek, who's your friend?" Erica nudged Derek's shoulder.
"This is Stiles. We were stuck on the lift together."
"You didn't say he was cute," She teased. "I'm Erica, this is Boyd."
"Nice to meet you." Stiles' cheeks flushed at the compliment.
"I would have called but—"
"No, no, you don't have to explain." Erica cut in, a wide grin on her bright red lips.
"I'm guessing you're done skiing for the remainder of the trip." Boyd frowned sympathetically at Derek.
Derek huffed a laugh. "Yeah, probably."
"Okay, well what do you want to do instead?" Erica snagged a cookie from the plate, taking a seat on the arm of the sofa next to Derek.
"I actually invited Derek to go ice skating tomorrow. If you guys want to come with." Stiles looked at the pair with innocent eyes.
"Oh I'm terrible at Ice skating," Erica pouted.
"I can help you. I worked at a rink for a while in high school," Boyd offered shyly.
"Oh that's right." Erica beamed.
Derek tossed Stiles a smirk.
"Great, then I'll see you down here at say, ten?" Stiles asked, his eyes on Derek.
"Sounds good." Derek couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips.
Stiles stood. "Nice meeting you two."
"You too!" Erica grinned.
"Goodnight, Derek." Stiles met Derek's eyes.
"Goodnight, Stiles."
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Stiles was downstairs at nine-fourty-five. His fingers tapped on the top of the bar as he waited for his coffee. To say he was nervous was an understatement. He shouldn't be, it wasn't like it was a date. Derek was only going because he felt obligated to pay back Stiles for helping him.
"You're down here early," Derek's voice pulled Stiles attention.
"Yeah, just getting a—" at that moment his coffee was set in front of him. "—Coffee."
"Great minds think alike." Derek took a seat on the stool next to Stiles.
"Can I get you one?" Stiles asked with a wide grin.
Derek rolled his eyes as he watched Stiles push his free drink voucher across the bar.
"One more, please."
"Thank you." Derek shook his head.
"Where's Erica and Boyd?" Stiles looked to the large stairs that led to the floor of rooms.
"Getting ready. They'll be down shortly."
"I hope it was okay that I invited them. I know this isn't a date, but it could act as a sort of double date for the purposes of…you know…" Stiles waved a hand toward the stairs.
Derek smiled. "I think it's a great idea." He grabbed the coffee that was set down in front of him.
"So are you any good?" Stiles asked Derek.
"I'm actually a very good ice skater. Boyd used to let me in after hours when he worked at the rink."
"Great, well, I'll forewarn you, I'm terrible." Stiles gestured to himself. "Clumsy."
"But you can ski?"
"Oh no, I'm terrible at that too."
Derek let out a laugh. "Seems like a ski lodge wasn't the best place for you to vacation."
"It's still fun even if I am terrible."
"Well maybe I can give you some pointers."
"I will drag you down. Be warned."
Derek shrugged."You helped me on the lift, it's the least I can do."
"Nothing like a good obligatory date," Stiles teased.
"That's not what—"
"It's fine," Stiles cut in. "I'm only messing with you."
Derek looked like he wanted to say something else when Erica and Boyd reached them.
The walk to the ice skating rink wasn't far. The storm from the night before had moved on, leaving behind about three inches of fresh snow.
Stiles and Derek watched with a smirk as Boyd helped Erica lace her skates.
"They really are cute together," Stiles whispered.
Derek nodded in agreement.
A wide grin spread across Stiles' face. "How long have you two been together?"
Boyd and Erica looked at him like deer in headlights.
"Oh, uh…" Boyd cleared his throat.
"We're uh…" Erica glanced to Boyd.
"It's not…" Boyd looked to Derek for help. Derek only smiled.
"Oh, I see. Sorry, I just assumed. You're cute together either way." Stiles feigned innocents.
Erica beamed while Boyd gave her a fond smile.
"Alright, Derek, time for you to hold my hand," Stiles said, shuffling to the edge of the rink.
Derek stepped onto the ice like it was just regular ground. He spun to face Stiles, holding his hands out.
Stiles took them and gingerly stepped onto the ice.
Boyd and Erica followed suit, only Erica managed to steady herself whereas Stiles' feet instantly went out from under him.
"Whoa, easy." Derek released Stiles' hands, wrapping his arms around his waist to keep him from falling.
Stiles could smell the cologne Derek wore and the faint smell of coffee as he was held close to Derek's chest.
"I warned you," Stiles said as he got his feet back under him.
"I got you." Derek smiled.
"How are you so steady?" Stiles asked as he flailed his arm, trying not to lose his balance again.
"Spread your feet a bit more and bend your knees."
Stiles did as Derek said, carefully.
Derek carefully moved in front of Stiles, taking his hands again. "Now move one foot at at a time, leaning forward with your body."
Stiles tried and failed three times before he was able to move forward.
Carefully Derek skated backwards, leading Stiles, who was less skating and more shuffling like an old man with a walker.
"You're getting it," Derek encouraged.
"I'm definitely not but thanks." Stiles rolled his eyes.
"Here, watch me." He led Stiles to the side railing before letting him go.
Stiles watched as Derek glided across the ice effortlessly.
"Ridiculous, right?" Erica huffed, shuffling along the railing towards him.
Stiles saw Boyd skating towards her with a wide grin. "I thought you were right behind me."
"Oh I was." She smiled. "Then I wasn't."
Boyd rolled his eyes. "Come on."
"Good luck," Stiles offered with a grin as Boyd pulled her back away from the safety of the railing.
Stiles' eyes turned back to where Derek was skating towards him.
"Show off," Stiles teased when Derek reached him.
"You try."
Stiles let out a sigh before pushing away from the railing and towards Derek who was slowly skating backwards away from him.
"Just follow me."
Stiles pushed forward and managed to make headway before losing his balance. His feet went out from under him, but before he could impact the hard ice. Derek's arms caught him once again.
"How did you get to me so fast?" Stiles asked as Derek set him back upright.
"If you're this bad at ice skating I'm almost willing to go back on the lift to see you ski."
"I'm a much better skier than I am a skater."
"Have you ever been skating?" Derek asked doubtfully.
"Once. Third grade. My crush at the time had a birthday party at 'Golden skate'. I bruised my tail bone within the first five minutes."
Derek snorted with a shake of his head.
Stiles shifted slightly which sent his left foot into Derek's ankle. The pair went down in a tangle of limbs.
Stiles and Derek burst into laughter as they fought to untangle themselves.
Stiles stared at Derek in awe. He was stunning with his nose slightly red from the cold, his mouth split into a wide grin.
After an hour of Derek coaxing Stiles along, he was able to skate unassisted. It wasn't graceful like Derek or Boyd but he was just happy to be staying on his feet.
"We had good teachers, huh?" Erica asked skating carefully up next to him. She gestured to where Derek and Boyd were skating effortlessly around the rink together.
"This is the longest I've stayed on my feet." Stiles laughed.
"You two want to take a break?" Boyd asked as he and Derek skated towards them.
"I could use some solid ground and a hot drink," Erica said. "How about you, Stiles?"
Stiles only nodded. He didn't want this to end. He really liked spending time with Derek.
"You two go sit and we'll get some drinks," Derek offered, gesturing to umbrella covered picnic tables.
"This has been fun. It's nice to see Derek having fun." Erica smiled.
"He's been a lot of fun to hang out with."
Erica snorted. "You're the first person to say that."
"Why?" Stiles frowned.
"Derek isn't the most social. He's great with us, but most people find him…rude or mean."
Stiles thought about the glaring and growling up on the lift. "He was a bit grumpy on the lift but I just assumed it was because we were stuck."
"Well he seems to like you," Erica said thoughtfully.
Stiles hoped the cold hid the blush he knew he was sporting.
"Here you go." Boyd handed Erica a hot chocolate while Derek handed one to Stiles.
Stiles noted the mistletoe that was strung up under the umbrella edge just above Boyd and an idea popped into his head.
"I think we should photograph this moment. Derek take their picture." Stiles grinned as he urged Erica to stand next to Boyd.
Derek frowned as he pulled out his phone. "Okay…"
Stiles leaned over his shoulder and pointed to the mistletoe that hung above the pair in the picture.
Derek smirked.
Stiles feigned surprise. "Uh oh."
"What?" Erica asked, her smile fading.
"Look up." Stiles pointed above the pair.
Boyd and Erica looked up to see the mistletoe hanging above them. They looked at each other. Erica smiled. Boyd leaned forward, giving Erica a chance to pull away. Instead she leaned in, catching Boyd's lips on hers.
Derek and Stiles smiled triumphantly.
Derek gave Stiles a fond smile. Stiles responded with a wink.
When Erica and Boyd pulled apart, Erica was beaming.
"Like I said, cute together," Stiles said.
After their hot chocolate break, the four of them skated for another hour before heading in for lunch.
After lunch, the group was standing in the large lobby where the fireplace was burning.
"Well, I had a lot of fun today." Stiles shifted.
"Oh come on, we're not done. We thought we'd try snow tubing. There's no lift. It's a conveyor belt," Erica said, turning to Derek.
"Oh, I don't want to intrude. It was nice enough that you let me go skating with you guys."
"What? No, come on." Erica tugged at his arm.
Stiles glanced to Derek.
"I could use the company," Derek said, gesturing to where Erica and Boyd were holding hands.
Stiles agreed. He was secretly thrilled to spend more time with Derek.
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Snow tubing went better than ice skating. They spent almost three hours tubing. By the end all of their tail bones were sore. They had dinner and before they knew it, it was late into the evening.
"Stiles, you have to give all of us your number, because we're keeping in touch," Erica demanded.
Stiles smiled. "Okay." He handed over his phone, where Erica put in the numbers before sending a text to each of them.
"There, now there's no excuse. I demand to hear from you at least once a week."
Stiles nodded obediently. He was dreading his flight tomorrow. He'd really enjoyed spending time with not only Derek but Erica and Boyd as well.
Erica nudged Derek's arm sharply.
Derek rubbed the back of his neck and cleared his throat. "I umm, I usually visit my sister around the first of the year, she lives in Buffalo. Maybe we can…meet up?"
Stiles practically beamed. "I'd like that."
"We should take a picture." Erica clapped her hands together. "By the fire."
She took one of Derek, Boyd and Stiles. She took one with all of them and then one with Stiles.
"Oh let's do one more." Erica grinned mischievously.
"Stiles and Derek. Stand here." She pushed them over to where a string of garland was wrapped around a small archway.
Derek wrapped his arm around Stiles and smiled.
Erica snapped the picture and her smile widened.
"Oops." She pointed above them. And in the middle of the archway was mistletoe, hanging between them.
Stiles' face flushed brightly.
"Erica he has a boyfriend." Derek glared at her.
"Ex-boyfriend. Technically," Stiles corrected.
Derek looked at Stiles with a raised brow.
"See? Oh come on. You two look cute together. It's one kiss." Erica huffed, her arms crossing over her chest.
Stiles' eyes dropped to Derek's mouth. He'd love to kiss Derek but he couldn't decide if Derek wanted to kiss him.
Derek leaned forward slightly. "You don't have to do this."
"Neither do you." Stiles swallowed.
Neither moved away, both caught in place.
"Mistletoe is just a stupid tradition," Derek said, leaning in more.
"I don't even celebrate Christmas," Stiles agreed, following Derek's movement.
There was maybe five inches between them.
Stiles isn't sure who broke first but before he knew what was happening, Derek's lips were against his where he tasted the faintest hint of chocolate.
It was a sweet kiss, simple and unmoving.
Erica clapped and let out a small whoop, causing them to pull apart.
She winked at Stiles. "Like I said, cute together."
Consider buying me a coffee, I would really appreciate it!
#Sterek#Berica#Christmas oneshot#except not really#winter oneshot#Stiles x Derek#Boyd x Erica#Sterek fic#Sterek oneshot#oneshot#ficlet#My writing-H
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A Fraser Christmas
Happy Holidays friends!
Season 5 era Christmas fluff awaits you 🥰
It’s December on Fraser’s Ridge and Bree is missing some 20th century traditions. Jamie and Claire want to make her Christmas dreams come true as well as celebrate their family and each other.
Read it here 🎅
#outlander#my fic#jamie x claire#christmas fluff#da!jamie#Santa!Jamie#1770s meets 1960s#brianna fraser#claire fraser#jamie fraser#christmas oneshot#fluff with a bit of spice
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What Christmas used to be
Request from ao3!
Misako sketches what Christmas used to be when Garmadon was still around.
Send me requests,especially Christmas one.
"It's snowing," Misako said to herself while she was in the room she once shared with Garmadon.
"Christmas is..." She knew she should be with her son, but she simply couldn't.
She let him have fun with his friends; she didn't want to burden him with her dark thoughts.
She couldn't bear the thought of having Christmas without Garmadon. And she reminisced about how wonderful Christmases used to be.
~~~Before Lloyd:~~~
"Where should we place the Christmas tree?" Garmadon cheerfully walked around the apartment, searching for a suitable spot.
"Don't you think it's a little early for the tree?" Misako asked Garmadon.
"December 21th is coming," Garmadon replied. "When else would we put up the tree?"
"Well, I don't know," Misako grumpily answered. "How about on Christmas Eve?"
"Christmas Eve?" Garmadon repeated in disbelief. "Last year, we practically put it up at the beginning of the month."
"I know," mumbled Misako. "I just... "
"What's wrong with you?"
Garmadon put his arm around her shoulder. "This year, you're acting like a real Grinch."
"I'm not a Grinch!" Misako angrily replied. "Okay... maybe... a little. I just don't like that it's cold, wet, and dark outside."
"It was the same last year," Garmadon reminded her. "And back then, you were so excited about Christmas."
"I'm just like that," lazily replied Misako. "One year, I'm into Christmas, and the next, I'm not..."
"That doesn't work. It's either yes or no," interrupted Garmadon.
"Clearly, it can," Misako smiled at him and kissed his cheek.
"You're missing the Christmas spirit," Garmadon told her.
"What are we going to do about it?" Misako sweetly teased him.
"We'll go ice skating," Garmadon replied.
"But, sweety, do I have to remind you that every year you remind me that you can't skate?"
"We'll figure it out," Garmadon replied more confidently than he felt.
"Then I agree," Misako said with a smile, reaching out her hand to Garmadon.
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"This was not a good idea! This was not a good idea!" Garmadon started panicking when he stepped onto the ice.
"Come on, you can do it!" Misako encouraged him, taking hold of his hands.
For a few moments, all eyes were on them, and a few children even laughed and pointed at Garmadon.
"It's not something you can forget.
"Unless you never knew!"
"You could at least stand on the ice before, I'm sure of it," Misako said, pulling him by the hand.
"Watch out!" he said as he slid onto his backside, which made a few children laugh.
"Come on, even kids are making fun of you. If you could skate at least a little years ago, you can do it now."
"You sure?" Garmadon asked and swallowed hard.
"Yes, come on, let me hold your hand."
"Can I get the help for children?"
"They took everything, and I somehow think that's not enough for you."
"Well, then I have no choice." Garmadon exhaled and let Misako pull him to his feet.
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"This wasn't even that bad." Garmadon admitted when he and Misako got off the ice. "I only fell a few times."
"I agree." Misako took his hand. Except for the drama at the beginning."
"Did the children really mock me that much?"
"I'm afraid so." Misako smiled. "But don't worry, I think we've had enough skating for this year."
"I agree with that." Garmadon said sternly.
"Shall we decorate the Christmas tree now?"
"Sure." Misako said as they headed home.
~~~With Lloyd:~~~
"Dwaddy, mwmmy,"little Lloyd yelled and ran to his parents. "I wawt two pwut aw bvig stwar!"
He pointed towards the huge Christmas tree opposite him.
"Of course, sweetheart," Misako said and kissed him on the head. "Let daddy lift you up."
"Come here, son," Garmadon said and opened his arms. Lloyd ran to him and Garmadon lifted him onto his shoulders.
"Mwumy, lwok! A stwar!" Little Lloyd excitedly shouted as he pointed to the top of the tree.
"Well done, sweetheart," Misako smiled and took him in her arms. "But now we have to go to sleep."
"Nwo!" little Lloyd pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, looking so comical that Misako and Garmadon started laughing uncontrollably.
"Listen to mommy, Lloyd," Garmadon said to him and led him to his room. "You have to go to sleep if you want Santa Claus to come and bring you presents."
They struggled with him for a while, but eventually he agreed to go to bed.
"Let's wrap his present," Misako said and pulled out the scissors.
"Honey, can you bring the wrapping paper?"
"Didn't you prepare it?" Garmadon asked her.
"No..." Misako said, feeling embarrassed. "We don't have any wrapping paper, do we?"
"No," Garmadon replied and put his arm around her waist. "But we can just put it under the tree as it is."
"We don't have a choice," Misako sighed and laughed when Garmadon kissed her on the cheek. "I can't wait to see the look on his face when he wakes up in the morning."
"Me too," Garmadon responded. "Just hope it's not too early, like 6 am."
"Then we better go catch as much sleep as we can," she said and kissed Garmadon, pulling him by the hand.
"Come on, tomorrow will be a long day."
~~~After Final battle:~~~
"Do you want to put a star on the Christmas tree?" Sensei Garmadon asked Lloyd when they finished decorating the Christmas tree.
"Sure," Lloyd said and tiptoed to reach the top.
"Do you need help getting up?" Garmadon asked, reminiscing about past Christmases.
"No, thanks," Lloyd replied, feeling offended.
"Leave him alone," Misako said to Garmadon, gently nudging him with her elbow and winking.
"Soon, Lloyd will be taller than you."
"Hmm," Garmadon said, smiling. "I can't wait to see that."
"You'll see, soon," Lloyd remarked and headed to his room.
"Where are you going so early?" Misako asked, confused, and looked at the clock. "It's only ten o'clock."
"You know the routine," Lloyd reminded them with a smile. "I go to sleep, and you wrap my gift. And I also keep up the tradition of waking you up at six in the morning."
"Oh, great," Garmadon groaned. "I forgot the wrapping paper."
"I don't have it either, love," Misako sank into his embrace as he kissed her temples a few times. "Neither do I."
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When she finished with thecutting, she didn't even realize how much she was trembling.
The room was very cold, and suddenly it seemed so big to her.
"It will get better." She comforted herself as she felt tears on her face.
She didn't care. It would be better if she let it all out now.
"It will get better." She said, crying as she imagined what Garmadon was doing and where he was.
"It will get better." She repeated to herself as she sobbed.
Even though she knew it wouldn't. Even though Garmadon was there, they were no longer a family.
It wasn't the Christmas they used to have.
#ninjago#misako montgomery garmadon#Lord Garmadon#Young Garmadon#Sensei Garmadon#Youmg Misako#lloyd montgomery garmadon#little lloyd#Garmasako#Garsako#Christmas oneshot
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Sweet Gingerbread Man
Words : 3643
CW: fluff. reader is sick with the flu. Ray being the purest being on the planet, slightly inaccurate timeline references. to indirectly quote Dan Aykroyd, “Ray is boyfriend material”
"We have..." Ray let go of my hand and looked at his watch. "Oh, about 30 minutes before the gingerbread is completely cooled for the second floor and we can start working with the first floor, because the candy windows will be set by then too." He took my hand back in his.
"And we have the regular ginger cookies to decorate, because we both know the house will be eaten if we don't make other cookies."
I smiled, looking towards the infamous ice skating rink.
"You know, we should go ice skating here sometime. I think you'd enjoy it." Ray offered, laughing at the incredulous look I gave him.
"Ray, dearest one, I've never been ice skating. I would be absolutely awful."
"Everyone is awful at first, dear. Besides, I'm not fantastic either." He looked towards the skate rental stand, and before I knew it, we were sitting on a bench just within the rink, putting said skates on.
"I still don't think this is a good idea."
"I know. But it will be fun!" Ray stood, taking my hands in his as we put our shoes in a cubby and started on the ice.
It was just as hard as I had assumed it would be, but with Ray's arm around me and with his coaching, I didn't feel as nervous.
"It's okay to look at your feet for a little bit, but you have to remember to look forward so you don't run into things. The footwork is like roller skating."
"Ray, I was never good at roller skating either."
He chuckled, kissing the top of my head. "I know. But you're doing great!"
Just like some cliche Christmas movie, it began to snow. We did a few more laps as I gained confidence, and then decided it was time to go home and work on the gingerbread house Ray had been poring over for about a week already.
We made it to the bench we had started at, and soon a woman and her probably 6 year old came and sat next to us. The child was obviously miserable with a cold, but begged her mom to stay.
Within seconds, the child sneezed. Right on me. The mom was apologetic, and I assured her it wasn't a big deal.
Ray and I put our shoes back on, and right before we exited the skating rink, he stopped.
I raised my eyebrows, waiting for him to say something, when I looked up at him.
"Hey, look." He pointed upwards at the arch, and I laughed. "Mistletoe."
"Dr. Stantz, you are such a hopeless romantic." I pulled him down by his scarf and kissed him, and we continued our walk to the Ecto-1 to drive home.
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Back in the kitchen, with the cut gingerbread laying out on the counter and the frosting on the table with the first pieces, Ray was in his element.
Granted, I had spent countless hours making the dough and baking the dough, but Ray had a complete blueprint of this gingerbread house - with exact measurements (courtesy of his college degrees in architecture and engineering) so I gave him the liberty of cutting it all out and assembling it. In the end, it was going to look just like Hook and Ladder 8, and I had never seen him so excited about a gingerbread house.
He felt bad that he was inept at basic kitchen functions, but I reassured him I enjoyed doing it - as long as I had my dishes buddy, which he promised I would have.
"How are the windows going, love?" He called from the table, glasses on and focused on holding the corner together until the frosting set.
I looked at the candy thermometer, waiting a moment to respond with, "It's coming right along. Remind me what color you wanted them?"
"I think with just a tint of yellow so the lights glow through, don't you think?"
I hummed a yes, and pulled the boiling pot off the stove to add the drop of food coloring, and then to pour just enough into each cut out window to fill it. Of course, Ray had measured these windows and pieces to perfection, so I didn't have to worry about it leaking to the back of the piece and gluing itself to the parchment.
After cleaning the pan, because it's easier to clean while it's hot molten sugar still, I made my way over to Ray, kissing the top of his head.
"How's it looking so far? Look like home yet?" He asked, not moving a centimeter to keep his pieces straight.
"It looks great. What can I do to help?"
"If you can push my glasses up just a little bit that would be great, and..." I did as he requested, and he let go of the wall as the timer on the table went off, and pulled me into his lap. "You can be right here."
"Okay, but that's not doing anything."
"You don't have to. I mean, you can help me hold pieces, but until the windows are done drying, and until the first floor is assembled, you don't have anything to do." His smirk sent me into laughing fits.
"Alright, Stantz. I can sit and look pretty, I get it."
He kissed my nose, and began to put the next wall up.
We got the first floor done, Ray put in his lighting system he had made specifically for this house from the lab, and we furnished it, beginning to work on executing the plan for the second floor when we realized it was after two in the morning.
I yawned from the seat I had taken adjacent to his, and he chuckled.
"Time for bed?"
Nodding, I took his outstretched hand and we snuggled up in bed, both passed out within ten minutes.
The next morning, Christmas Eve, in fact, I woke up in an empty bed - nothing new, I was sure Ray was already in the kitchen working on the house. I went to sit up, and felt a head rush, and a lot of pressure in my sinuses.
I couldn't quite figure out why I was feeling this way, but remembered the kid the day before, and then the slight pressure in my lungs that had been present last evening.
Fully sitting up, I sighed. I didn't want to get sick over Christmas - it was not only my favorite holiday, but also Ray's favorite time of year. He loved doing all the typical holiday things, and if I was sick, I couldn't go out and do them with him.
I went into the kitchen, and there Ray was, at the table as I had suspected. I smiled, going to get a glass of water to hopefully calm the pressure down a little bit.
"You're not feeling well, are you?" Ray asked. I hadn't even said anything.
"I mean..." I stopped myself, my voice incredibly dulled by my sinuses, and I coughed a bit, the sharp sensation hitting my lungs as I struggled to catch my breath.
Ray stood from his position, coming to gently take my chin into one of his hands.
"Now, my love, I can practically hear you overthinking this. You feel bad because we won't be able to go and do everything we usually do. But I need you to know it's okay, I'm not upset - you're my top priority. So let's get you feeling better, then we can look at doing something after, hm?" He wiped away the stray tear, and pulled me into his arms.
"You want to help me finish the house?" He mumbled into my hair.
I nodded, and after he had made me eat some toast (that's one thing I can make without completely screwing it up, Ray reminded me) and giving me some medicine while he took some extra vitamins, I took my place in his lap, sometimes just leaning into his neck and closing my eyes to alleviate the pressure in my head.
But he did finish the second and third floor, and we did decorate the house together, even if I wasn't doing as much as I usually would. It did end up being really cute, and Ray left it in its traditional spot as the table centerpiece.
"I think the Spenglers should be back from Christmas dinner shopping sometime soon." He kissed my forehead, putting his arms around me. I smiled. My cousin Charlotte and I had begun work for the Ghostbusters a few years back. She and Egon began dating a couple years into our arrangement, and they had encouraged Ray and I to go out. The rest, of course, was history, as they were married, and Ray and I had been officially dating for 4 years.
Ray's voice brought me back to reality a few moments later.
"You can skip out on movie night if you're not feeling up to it."
I shook my head. "No, I think I'll try and be awake and present for that. I'll keep my distance, of course. Don't want to get them sick. I think I need a nap before then though."
Ray led me back into bed, and set an alarm on his watch as he pulled me into his chest.
"You don't have to stay with me - I'm afraid I'll give you whatever illness this is."
"Hey love, I know you don't like being by yourself. I'll keep up on vitamins right along with you. Let's get you better, okay?"
I nodded, snuggling closer and passing out within minutes.
Ray left me about an hour in, to go and let the Spenglers know what was going on. They were both very understanding, as usual, and even opted to make soup for the evening.
Around an hour after that, Ray came back in the room, gently stroking my hair to wake me up without completely startling me.
I began to stir from my sleep, smiling gently at Ray as much as I could, now conscious and aware of how sick I felt again.
"You ready to eat something again, dearest? We have soup for you." I nodded slowly, but before I could get up and out of bed myself, Ray had picked me up into his arms and was carrying me to the couch. I nuzzled into his neck, and he gently set me down before going to retrieve the bowls.
"(Y/N), how are you feeling?" Egon asked from the opposite side of the couch, his arm draped over Charlotte's shoulders.
"Like the floor of a taxicab. Thank you for the soup though, I appreciate it more than you know." I held back a cough as Ray brought my unfinished glass of juice from earlier. It soothed my throat, and Ray put a blanket over the two of us, with the bowls of soup on the TV tray.
The movie began, and I was pleasantly surprised that I was able to finish my soup and that it alleviated my sore throat significantly. About halfway through the movie, I fell asleep on Ray's shoulder, and he chuckled.
What felt like an eternity passed, and I woke up in bed. I realized Ray had not woken up yet, but he always had a sense of when I was awake, and soon was stirring from his sleep too.
His eyes soon met mine, and he smiled. "Merry Christmas, beautiful."
"Merry Christmas, Ray."
"How are you feeling today?"
I gave myself a moment to think about how I was feeling, and nodded slightly, letting some of the pressure out of my lungs with a slightly suppressed cough. "Beginning to feel better."
"You know what will make you feel better?" Ray practically jumped out of bed at this, running to the dresser. He pulled out a package for me, holding something else behind his back.
I sat up, and took the wrapping off this present, and smiled. It was a classic ugly Christmas sweater I had mentioned offhandedly to Ray that I wanted, and here it was.
"I love it, thank you Ray." I kissed his cheek.
His smile only grew as he pulled out from behind his back, a matching sweater.
He wanted to match with me.
I took his face in my hands, touching our foreheads together. "I love you to the moon and back, Dr. Stantz. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." He kissed my nose, and helped me pull the sweater over my head.
"Is it everything you wanted?" He asked, pulling his own sweater over his head.
I smiled, pulling my hands inside the cuffs of the sleeves. "I love it, Ray."
"You don't mind matching with me, do you?"
I smiled, taking his hand in mine. "Raymond. I am ecstatic to be matching with you."
His grin widened more than I had even thought possible.
It was around ten, but we spent till close to noon talking on the edge of the bed as I tried to convince myself to get up and going. Closer to noon, I stood up, getting a slight vertigo rush as Ray caught me with his arm.
"Woah, where do you think you're going?"
"There are things to be done - food to be made, presents to be handed out and..."
"Spengler and Spengler have that taken care of. You're alright, you need to rest today." I smiled at the Muppet Christmas Carol reference from the night before.
I made myself decently presentable, and Ray took me to the couch and started more Christmas movies.
"Egon, you're sure that..."
"(Y/N), I am 97 percent positive that we have everything covered. You need to rest and get back to full health."
"Egon, can you stir the pot on the stove for me?" The voice behind him asked.
"Yes, dear."
Ray and I watched them for a moment from the couch, as Egon placed the most tender of kisses to the top of his wife's head, brushing fingertips as he went to go stir whatever was on the stove.
"I knew they'd get together. I just knew it." Ray whispered.
I lightly tapped his arm, resting my cheek against his bicep. "They're the ones that got us together, Ray."
He chuckled, putting his hand on my arm. "You're absolutely freezing."
"I hadn't really noticed, but now that you say it..." I was very conscious of how cold I was in the moment, even just under the blanket, and how my nose was practically frozen and how tingly my toes were.
Before I could say anything, Ray was already adjusting, pulling me into his lap, tucking my feet under his thigh and taking the blanket to trap all the heat in.
"Any better?" He asked.
One thing about Ray I had always appreciated was how warm he always was. It not only was his entire personality, but he was a physically warm person. Literally always warm. I could think on one hand, times where Ray hadn't been warm, and it's because he was sick. But he wasn't sick now, and his warmth radiated like a heated blanket.
"Much better, Ray. Thank you." I leaned into his neck, where I put my nose that was so cold.
"Could've warned me on that one." He chuckled, pulling me just a little closer as the movie continued to play.
"I feel awful for not being able to help."
"It's alright, my love. Spengler and Spengler have it covered, we just want you to feel better."
From the kitchen, surprisingly enough from both of them, came the slightest ghost noise to imitate the Marley and Marley song. It sent the room into laughing fits, lifting my mood significantly about the whole situation.
"Ray, I don't know how you decided to come up with that, but there's this story..." Egon began.
Charlotte cleared her throat, and Egon smirked, turning away and letting that conversation topic go.
We spent the next few hours watching Christmas movies, snuggling on the couch as the Spenglers made Christmas dinner. I promised to make it up somehow, to which everyone gave me the most loving rolling of eyes I had experienced.
Winston showed up first, with his assigned stuffing. He said hello, and made his way into the kitchen to help with last minute set up.
Peter and Dana, with Oscar - soon came through the door too. Peter held the pie and the classic Jello that he took to any important event. They greeted us as they came in, and put their things in the lineup.
Dinner officially began, and after everyone had gone through, Ray left me on the couch to go get us food.
The television still had Christmas movies quietly playing, and I chuckled quietly at whatever scene was on. The sitting peanut gallery watched Ray's reaction, how he softened and how his eyes twinkled as he looked in my direction. The conversation at the table turned as soon as Ray made his way back to me.
"Egon, I have a very simple question for you, and I'm looking for an answer." Peter whispered.
Egon hummed, already preparing himself for what he knew was coming.
"Is Ray ever going to marry that girl? I mean, come on. Look at 'em!"
As if on cue, they all slightly turned to look at us, as I caught Ray looking at me, and he kissed my forehead.
Peter looked back at Egon expectantly, and Egon did nothing more than raise his eyebrows and slightly shrug his shoulders, trying to hide a smirk.
"I knew it!" Peter practically slammed his hand on the table, startling Ray.
"You knew what? What's going on?" He asked.
"Nothing, Ray. Egon is just confessing things to us."
*a few hours later*
The plates were abandoned, and paying attention to anything was abandoned as I began to doze off. Ray had me nestled between his legs, head on his chest as I slept, and people began to leave. He had chosen the perfect blanket - large enough to cover us both comfortably, but one that wasn't too warm and trapped the temperature we created together.
I couldn't breathe normally - as my nose was still stuffed, so I breathed out of my mouth and drooled ever so slightly onto the rag he had put there, which just endeared Ray even more than was already possible as he pulled me closer.
"Nice to see you guys, have a good night." Winston whispered as he left the room.
"I hope she feels better soon, we've been so worried about her!" Dana also whispered, as Ray gently ran his fingers through my hair.
"She'll be alright - she's a fighter, this one."
"I hope we can say the same of you, Ray." Peter chimed in, pointing to his ring finger, making Ray blush. He chuckled a little, putting his hand on Rays shoulder. "I'm just saying, we want an invitation to the wedding."
"You can bet you'll be one of the first - and only invites." Ray smiled, kissing my forehead. "She wouldn't want it any other way."
They smiled, finished their goodbyes and gently shut the door behind them.
"I was tempted to spill my guts for you Ray, but I care about you doing it how you want way too much to just tell anyone."
"Thanks, Egie - I appreciate it."
Egon took Charlottes hand, and told Ray they were going to be headed to bed.
"We'll be close behind ya. Don't want to wake her up quite yet."
We laid there for at least another ten minutes. Ray reflected on the Christmases we had spent together over the last four years, smiling through each one of them, then beginning to remember his Christmases before. The Christmases at college, the fights with his two siblings because he got more in the will than they did because he was the favorite child - being separated from them and even with their hatred towards him, still wishing they could spend a little time together. Maybe mend the relationships to something of a more congenial nature.
Ray remembered the Christmases with his parents - and thought on them with fondness. He wondered if they were looking down on us now, proud of what Ray had accomplished - proud of him for finding someone like me - that took such good care of him the same way he had always cared for other people.
I stirred in my sleep, slowly stretching and opening my eyes as much as they'd allow. I wiped the stray tears on Rays cheeks, and he held me just a little closer.
"Thank you for being my family." Was all he said, and I kissed his cheek.
"Anything for you, Raymond. Anything."
He smiled, taking a deep breath. "I still really like our matching sweaters."
I chuckled, coughing just a little at the end - improvement is improvement. "I do too, Ray. We should match more often." This made him chuckle, so I continued. "Maybe someday I can convince you to let me wear one of your suits at the same time - we can be Stantz and Stantz."
Ray thanked the heavens that I could not see his blush that crept up his face. Venkman's and Spengler's remarks floated freely between his ears as the blush continued, and he smiled.
"I think I'd like that."
I hummed, and he kissed the top of my head.
"And now, I think it is time to snuggle up and go to sleep, don't you think?" He whispered into my hair.
"Whatever you say, sweet cheeks."
He blushed again, chuckling, and picked me up into his arms to carry me to bed.
Ray couldn't have been happier with how Christmas turned out this year.
But next year brought him more excitement to think about - our first Christmas as the Stantzes.
That would have to wait - but for me, he was willing.
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Baby's first snow. Feysand.
A/N: I love a fluffy holiday prompt! And anything that involves Nyx. Thank you and enjoy. x
Ship: Feyre x Rhysand
Trope: family, 2nd gen, baby's 1st snowfall
Warnings: None
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Feyre frowned at the sight of Nyx, who was being a trooper as he sat on the floor, unable to move. He was dressed in so many layers that he had to be near sweating, but the second they were outside, the six month old would be grateful.
"Sorry, buddy," she muttered, and scooped him into her arms once she had her boots secured. "I promise that snow is fun. Just...the preparation is a little time consuming."
Nyx gave a grumbling noise that didn't sound too promising, but the second they stepped out onto the porch, his eyes grew wide.
A snow storm had come in over night. From the time that Nyx went to bed the night before to after supper, half a foot had fallen in a fluffy white blanket outside of their cabin home. After a morning of playing and reading and watching ridiculous movies, Feyre thought it was time for her firstborn to experience his first winter wonderland.
"Daddy will be home soon," Feyre promised, descending the porch stairs. "He loves the snow."
Nyx grinned at the sound of his father's name. As Feyre made her way into the yard, Nyx lifted his hands in the air to try and catch the falling flakes. She couldn't take her eyes off of him, couldn't take her eyes away from this moment. Since becoming a mother, Feyre wanted to dwell in every first. And, in the first year of life, there are so many firsts. One day, Feyre would look back and remember them all. Including this one.
Where Feyre had grown up, she had rarely seen snow. Now, on the outskirts of Velaris, she saw snow all the time, but nothing would compare to that first big snow. The world was coated in a fluffy blanket of white, and the stillness brought an ethereal sense of peace. Although she was much older than Nyx when she saw this much snow, she wondered if it was having the same effect of Nyx now.
Feyre had just plopped Nyx down in the snow when Rhysand's car pulled into the driveway. Nyx giggled, his little gloved hands reaching for the snow around him.
Rhysand had barely parked when he threw the driver's side open and got out of his car. "I missed it?"
Feyre chuckled as her husband came towards them, not prepared at all for the snow in his dark slacks and jacket. She couldn't imagine how cold his feet were in his dress shoes. "Missed what?"
"Nyx, in the snow for the first time!" Rhysand protested, his hands on his hips as he looked down at his son, who was throwing snow in the air.
"We just got out here," Feyre assured him. "I promise that you haven't missed much."
"No snowman?"
"No snowman."
"Snowballs?"
"He's an infant, Rhys."
"Snow fort?"
"I don't even know how to build a snow fort," Feyre laughed, shaking her head.
Rhysand's head snapped to his wife. "I can't believe I married a woman who can't make a snow fort."
"You also reproduced with that woman," Feyre added. Rhysand narrowed his eyes at her. "What if our child doesn't know how to build a snow fort?"
"Unacceptable," Rhysand said, shaking his head. "Everyone should know how to build a snow fort, straight out of the womb."
Feyre's head fell back as she laughed. With the snow falling down around her, she took that extra step toward her husband and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Teach me how to build a snow fort?"
"I would be honored," Rhysand muttered, his arms going around his wife as he kissed her softly. "It's his first snow."
"I know," Feyre breathed. "Do you think he likes it?"
They both looked at Nyx who sat in the snow, his gloves holding up a pile of fluffy whiteness. He looked at it in awe.
They watched him and watched him, watched the innocence of a little human discovering something for the very first time. It was like the snow was gold and Nyx had just discovered it.
"Yeah," Rhysand whispered, his hands still around his wife. "I think he likes it."
Feyre would never get enough of motherhood. She would never tire of watching Nyx explore, would never tire of watching him grow and learn. It was beautiful, watching his mind expand.
And it was even more beautiful watching it unfold, watching him grow beside her partner, her husband, her snow-obsessed other half.
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Psssstttt everyone!
Go read @old-fashioned-lover-boy 's latest oneshot on Ao3!!
It's called Silent Night and it's a Christmas fluffy one shot! It's so cute!
Please go read it!
Silent night (yes I'm linking it again! Go read it!!!)
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and mom and dad can hardly wait for school to start again 🎄
Christmas oneshot!! Enjoy, and happy holidays to all ❤ thank you for following me into the Virtues Verse this year!
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(...listen please don't question the logic of them having snow where they live lol)
“Don’t forget your lunch boxes!”
“We’re having cookies at school today anyway, Mama!”
“I put chocolates in them,” Max called after the triplets and watched as Jakob and Evie almost fell over each other trying to get back to pick them up. Jasper, dutifully sitting on the counter, handed Evie hers with a serious expression.
“Bye!” he cooed, reaching out his arms to give her a hug. She indulged him, pulling him off the counter in the process, swinging him around until they were both laughing.
“Careful,” Max said automatically. “Go on, Isabel’s waiting in the car to drive you to school.”
“Can’t Dad drive us? Or Papa?” Evie asked with a very teenage-y sigh. “Isa always drives so slowly.”
“No,” Daniel said from where he was putting on his boots by the screen door to go outside. Blizzard, his German shepherd dog, was already sitting outside in the snow, wagging his tail expectantly, impatiently waiting for his master. “We have to get everything ready for Christmas. Besides, Isa needs practice driving.”
“And we are her guinea pigs,” Jakob said in his quiet voice, looking over to his sister. “Did you know that guinea pigs eat their own poo?”
“Ew!” Evie exclaimed in delight.
“Out, now, you two guinea pigs.” Max ushered them towards the hallway that led to the front door, “Don’t forget your hat! Flynn! Gloves!” He grabbed them from the shelf and handed them to Jakob, “Give those to Flynn.”
From behind the steering wheel of Lando’s old Polo, Isabel waved sheepishly. Flynn was in the passenger seat because he was starting not to fit into the backseat anymore. Luna sat in the middle back seat, small enough to be squeezed between her packlings. They were talking, Flynn half-turned in his seat, laughing, while Luna was telling a story and gesturing. She was wearing a cute little Santa hat.
“Drive carefully!” Max called out to Isabel; she gave him thumbs up.
From behind him, he heard footsteps, and then Evie said, “Ewww, it stinks in here!”
“Shut up,” Riley said half-heartedly. When Max turned around, he saw his oldest son stand on the staircase, holding on to the railing, his curls sticking off in all directions. He was still in his pajamas, one of Daniel’s huge sweaters thrown on over it, feet in fuzzy socks. The heavy, sweet scent of post-heat and a newly presented omega still clung to him. He had had a rough time lately, had presented just over two weeks ago and was still not fully okay again, which was why he wasn’t going to school with the others today. Max still felt very emotional about it; Daniel even moreso. Isabel was way more independent than Riley, Riley still felt like their baby most of the time.
Max ushered the triplets out of the door, quickly scenting both of them before they left, and then closed the door behind them with a sigh. This morning hour before everyone was out of the house was always the most stressful. Especially when there was still so much to do in terms of christmas preparations.
Riley, meanwhile, had sat down on the stairs, looking slightly bleary. “How do you feel?” Max asked, reaching out and petting Riley’s hair, smoothing the curls down. Riley leaned into the touch with a little purr. It was a real purr, not a baby purr. Max felt his heart soften once again.
„Come on, I’ll make you a smoothie? Or some porridge?“
„Yes,“ Riley sighed and let Max pull him up. He was still smaller than Max, but only barely.
In the kitchen, they found Jasper and Daniel working the coffeemaker, Daniel with only one boot on.
„Mama!“ Jasper exclaimed when he noticed them, „We’re making you coffee! Dad said you need a pick-up!“
„A pick-me-up,“ Daniel corrected, then pressed the button and turned back to them with a big smile. The moment he noticed Riley there next to Max, his face softened. Riley let out a quiet noise and dashed over to Daniel, who wrapped his arms around him and held him. Jasper clung to Riley’s leg, never wanting to be excluded from a cuddle.
„Mama…“ Riley whined into Daniel’s shoulder, half-reaching out for Max. With a sigh, Max joined the impromptu cuddle pile; this was very important for Riley’s development right now.
Jasper immediately clambered up his leg, and Max lifted him into his arms so he could wrap his little hands around Riley’s shoulders and kiss his cheeks until Riley was giggling.
Daniel rumbled, giving them all one last squeeze before letting go. „I need to go feed the sheep.“ It was evident in his voice that he’d rather stay with them. „Come out to help me later?“ he offered to Riley, tucking a curl back behind his ear. „I need someone to help me with Momo and Tinkerbell.“
Momo in his old age still wasn’t fond of Alphas, and Luna and Lucía’s pony had learned from him.
„Okay,“ Riley whispered. Daniel scented him one last time, before giving Max a kiss and poking Jasper’s belly to make him giggle.
“Come back in time for lunch,” Max said against Daniel’s lips, and Daniel replied with a rumble.
~*🎄*~
“Wiley, do Rudolph again!”
“Again?” Riley asked, hoisting Jasper into his arms. Jasper wrapped his little arms around his big brother’s shoulders, holding on to him with a cheerful “Yes!”
Riley let out a fake world-weary sigh. “Just one more time, for you!” He swung Jasper around in his arms, starting to sing the song about the red-nosed reindeer. Jasper giggled and squealed along. He had very poor volume control but it was cute anyway. Max was somewhat glad that Riley was keeping Jasper busy because that gave him some much needed quiet time in the kitchen without tiny hands getting into all of his ingredients.
Riley was still recovering from his first heat (“Better before Christmas than on Christmas,” Daniel said) and keeping Max and Jasper company at home. If this was any of his other kids, Max would be worried about their grades, but it was Riley, so he’d be fine. Today was the last day of school before the break, anyway.
“...you’ll go down in historyyyyy!” Jasper exclaimed, sticking his little fists up in the air, laughing. Riley, who was still holding him, was laughing too, his cheeks red and rosy. Max caught himself smiling at them with love, the cookie dough ingredients forgotten on the counter. Christmas with kids would never not feel both chaotic and wonderful.
“Mama? Can we watch Rudolph on TV?”
Jassy gave him his best puppy dog eyes, which were, admittedly, very good.
Max gave up on controlling screen time two kids in, so he allowed Riley to turn on the TV for Jasper. Riley returned a minute later, giving Max a smile.
“Do you need help with anything, Mama?”
When Max gave him a smile, Riley came around the kitchen island and rubbed his cheek against Max’s shoulder to scent him. Max pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Do you feel up to helping?”
“Yes,” Riley said emphatically. He always wanted to help, didn't like it when Max was working too hard.
“You could cut up the veggies for christmas dinner, we’ll put them in the tupperware and they’ll keep fresh,” Max told him, “It needs to be small, even pieces.”
Riley nodded with determination.
Things hadn’t been easy for him lately. Riley was always a sensitive kid, and presenting has made it worse, giving him nightmares, trouble eating at school and occasionally, panic attacks, and an array of physical illnesses.
So, anything Max could do to make his baby feel more comfortable, he did.
Michael came home at eleven from his shift of early clients, and joined them in the kitchen, helping with the food preparation. Max could sense he was nervously happy; Pierre and Charles had gone to France for a pre-christmas family visit, and they would be returning tonight. It had pained Michael that he couldn’t come in the first place. Max had been witness to many a tantrum on Charles’ side about the fact that their extended families still had trouble dealing with the fact that they were in a three-way bond. In the end, they had decided that it would be less stressful and triggering for Michael if he stayed here with the pack instead of coming with them and being scrutinized by their families.
Eventually, Jasper came toddling back into the kitchen, happy to see Michael, and immediately proceeded to tell him about the entire plot to Rudolph.
“...do you think Rudolph should be proud of his red nose, then? Even though it makes him different?” Michael asked, ever the thoughtful father figure for the kids. Jasper thought about it for a second, then said “Yes! It’s really special about him!”
Next to Max, Riley immediately burst into tears. Hormones were a bitch.
“Oh, darling-” Max dried off his hands, and gave Michael a meaningful look before wrapping his arms around Riley. Michael quickly scooped Jasper up into his arms. “What do you think about paying your Dad a visit?
Max tried taking slow breaths while Riley cried into his shoulder.
Never a dull moment, not even on christmas.
~*🎄*~
The other kids came home in the early afternoon, spilling into the house in a whirlwind of chaos. Carlos had meanwhile joined Max in the kitchen after picking Lucía up from school, old Piñon trotting after him and immediately curling up on the carpet, while Lando was trying to distract Jasper and Lucía unsuccessfully.
Michael was getting ready to pick up Pierre and Charles, while Daniel was still working outside, making sure the animals were fed and safe from the cold.
Max’s Christmas meal preparations were interrupted by five children needing an after-school snack, so he left Carlos behind in the kitchen and quickly threw together some crackers and veggies.
Riley had calmed down a little bit now, obviously content about the fact that his family was almost fully reunited. Isabel, constantly concerned and protective about him, scented him for five full minutes before she started eating. One of the perks of being the oldest and strongest was that none of her siblings were even thinking about stealing her food.
When they were all sitting on the couches, munching away, Max presented his battle plan.
“Isabel and Evie, you’ll go and help your Dad with the tree, and Evie maybe you can help feed the horses.” Evie stuck her tongue out at Luna, who just rolled her eyes. “Stupid horses,” Evie hissed, and then dodged Luna’s hand that almost pinched her. Max ignored it. “Flynn, kitchen.” Flynn quickly pulled away the hand that had been about to hit Evie upside the head from behind for being mean to Luna. “Jakob and Luna, please sort through that big box of tree decorations, make sure they’re ready to be used.” “Okay!” Luna agreed cheerfully and gave Jakob a big smile. Jake smiled back at her, avoiding eye contact, but clearly happy to be paired with her. At least with these two together, Max could be sure things would get done. “Jassy and Lucía will craft some cards for the grandparents with Lando, everybody who is done with their task can help them afterwards.”
“What about me?” Riley asked quietly from where he sat wrapped in a blanket and cuddled against Isabel.
“You’ll come pick up your maman and Pierre with me.” Michael, fully dressed, had appeared in the living room doorway, carrying his tiny, grumpy pomeranian Harvey in one arm. He reached out and ruffled Riley’s curls. Riley’s face lit up. “Okay!”
The kids swarmed out like bees, more chaos as they put on their boots, or grabbed whatever they needed. It was nice, though, now that they were old enough to actually help.
Max picked up all their abandoned plates, and carried them back into the kitchen.
“Hóla, mi hijo,” Carlos smiled at Flynn, who gave him a little grin and bumped his head against Carlos’ shoulder. They had a lovely connection to each other, Carlos another role model for Flynn, and Flynn almost like a son for Carlos between his two daughters. “Are you helping us in the kitchen today?”
“Yes,” Flynn confirmed, and gave Max an excited smile.
“I was thinking you could make the dessert,” Max said casually, and watched Flynn’s eyes light up.
“Really? All by myself?”
“Yeah!” Carlos wrapped his arm around Flynn and gave him a little shake, “Are you ready for this great responsibility?”
“The great responsibility of sticky toffee pudding?” Flynn laughed, “Yeah.”
“Well, then,” Max smiled, plucking the printed-out recipe off the fridge and handing it to Flynn with a great gesture, “Here you go.”
Flynn took the paper with a solemn expression. “I will not disappoint you.”
~*🎄*~
“-it’s unfair that he gets to sit in a car for an hour and we all have to do chores!” Evie complained, lacing up her boots.
“We’ll see how you feel about that when you present,” Isabel told her before whistling for Piñon to come outside with them.
“I’ll never do that,” Evie declared, “Ew.”
Isabel just laughed. “Sure, bug.”
They trekked through the snow, kicking it at each other, throwing snowballs for Piñon to catch. Halfway to the barn, they ran into Elfie Cat who was carrying a huge mouse in her mouth. She trotted over to them and presented them with her catch. When she realized where they were going, she started following them.
Dad was in the big barn, finishing up with the sheep. It was nice and warm inside, the animals heating up the space. Blizz announced their arrival by barking, running over to them and sniffing their hands, checking them over, making sure they were fine. With the growing herd of sheep, Daniel had been in need of support, and one more pet really didn’t matter anymore. Isabel scratched Blizz’s ear until he gave a happy groan and tried to lick her palm.
“Blizzy,” Daniel called him back, and a moment later, his graying curls appeared somewhere between the sheep. “Ah, girls!” Isabel could smell the metallic tang of sheep blood.
“A lamb?!” she asked, and Dad’s grin broadened. Evie let out a little “Oh!” before she climbed the fence and hurried over to Daniel, the ewe and her little lamb.
“Yes! A little surprise Christmas lamb! Didn’t think she was ready to pop just yet, but here we are!”
As if to confirm, the lamb bleated, a high-pitched but strong sound.
“It’s a little ram,” Daniel said, holding the bloody, pink bundle of legs and fur out to his daughters. “What do you want to name him?”
“Mistletoe!” Evie said without hesitation, holding out her fingers to the lamb who sniffed them.
“Mistletoe the lamb,” Daniel repeated, rubbing straw over the lambs back while the mother sniffed on curiously, licking her baby’s face clean.
While Isabel and Daniel took care of the ewe and her baby, Evie dashed off to feed the horses.
In her opinion, they were stupid- after all, Dad took care of them all year, and Momo still didn’t like him.
The horse barn was to the side of the sheep barn. When Evie entered, both of them whinnied quietly, Momo trotting to the gate of his box, wide-eyed, ears pointing forward. Tinkerbell, Luna’s and Lucía’s Shetland pony, was craning his neck to catch a look at who was coming.
“Hello, idiots,” Evie greeted them. They didn’t seem to care.
Evie wasn’t a horse girl. Luna was, of course. A horse girl, a flower girl, a butterfly girl, a girl who painted and sang and danced and recited poetry at christmas.
Evie was a bug girl, with dirty hands, who liked to collect snails and spiders and wanted to read about frogs all day.
“Frogs are cooler than you,” she told Momo while preparing their food.
Momo whinnied quietly as if to say I accept this.
Evie cut up an apple for both of them, putting it on top of their feed. When she brought it into Momo’s box, he nudged her, politely waiting until she put it down.
Tinkerbell was a bit more impatient, clopping his hooves in excitement. He horfed down his food. Evie watched him make a mess of himself, and had to smile beside herself. When he was done, he sniffed around in his box, and eventually came trotting over to her, gratefully nuzzling her hand. His nose was soft against her palm.
“You suck,” she told him gently, and then scratched his chin.
She fed them both an additional carrot before leaving to go back to Dad.
~*🎄*~
Luna looked down at the pile of Christmas decorations in satisfaction. They were now sorted by both color and size. Jakob was still detangling the last string of lights, patiently picking apart the cable and the little LEDs.
“Looks great,” she told him, “I’m happy with our progress.”
Jakob smiled at the Christmas lights in his lap. “Me, too.” He looked up, eyes gazing just past her, and his smile became a serious expression behind his glasses. “But I won’t help put them on the tree.”
“I know,” Luna replied, folding herself down onto the carpet. “Like every year.”
“Yes, like every year. It’s too… much.” He neatly picked apart two lights that were tangled around each other. “I never know where Mama wants things to go.”
“I’ll help, then you can do something else.” Luna reached out and took a pickle-shaped ornament into her hand. Something else for Jakob often meant reading quietly in his room, especially around times when a lot of social interaction was required from him.
“Yes, you are really good at it,” Jakob nodded. It made Luna smile with how much sincerity he said it; with Jakob, there was never any hidden meaning. A compliment was never flattery or a hidden jab, it was only ever the sheer stating of facts.
A small ping of closeness in the back of her head via the pack bond alerted Luna that their pack Alpha was close, as were Evie and Isabel, Isabel’s signal through the bond almost as strong as Daniel’s by now. They’re coming with the tree I think!”
Jakob and her hurried to the screen door just in time to see Danny and Isabel carry a huge tree up the porch stairs. Evie was straddling the trunk like an empress being carried out of her palace; it made Luna laugh. The dogs were running around the tree in excitement, sniffing it. Luna watched with a giggle when Danny pushed Blizz away from it before he could lift his leg against it.
Isabel pushed open the screen door, laughing. “Quick, before there’s dog pee on it!”
Evie dismounted and they shoved the massive tree into the living room, dropping snow all over the carpet.
“Boots off!” Max yelled from the kitchen.
Flynn came dashing out through the doorway, wearing an apron. There was flour in his hair. “That’s huge!”
Daniel gave him a smirk. “D’you think so? I think it looks quite tiny.”
Flynn laughed and blushed at this stupid joke that probably had something to do with dicks.
“Come help!” Luna told him, and he hurried over to them, wiping his hands on the apron. A second later, Max and Papá followed Flynn out of the kitchen.
“Papá, help!” Luna told him, jumping up and down in excitement. He quickly wiped his hands on his thighs and came over to help.
Together, they hoisted the tree up. Jakob shoved the Christmas tree stand in place, and then, the tree was up. Luckily, the farmhouse ceiling was so high that the tip of the tree only scraped against it a little bit. The room was immediately filled with the scent of pine needles and Christmas, and Luna felt a wave of happiness sweep through the pack bond, so sweet that it gave her a pleasant shiver.
“That’s a bit big, hm?” Max commented with a half-smile, going over to wrap his arms around Daniel’s middle.
“I thought you liked big things,” Daniel said, immediately eliciting a collective disgusted groan from all the children.
~*🎄*~
“...and pink for Grandma Reyes.”
With a highly concentrated face, Lucía stuck a glittery star-shaped sticker on her christmas card. There was a pile next to her already.
Jasper was doodling on a scrap piece of paper, tongue stuck out between his teeth. He looked so much like a mini version of Max from this angle.
“Jassy, do you want to put some glitter on the card for Christian and Toto?”
His eyes lit up. “Yes, glitter!”
Lando wondered internally what he had been thinking when Jasper proceeded to cover himself, the table and least of all, the card in silver biodegradable glitter.
“Mummy?” Lucía asked as she critically watched Jasper cause a natural crafting disaster at her painting table, “Who gets to put out the cookies for Santa this year?”
It was their tradition that the youngest child got to assemble the plate of cookies, carrots and some sort of alcoholic beverage for Santa. Since Jasper had been too small the past few years, this responsibility had fallen to Lucía. She was evidently hesitant to give it up.
“Well, Lucie,” Lando started, but her big puppy eyes made it hard to tell her no. Thankfully, the front door went, announcing Carlos. Great- he was much better at not giving the girls exactly what they wanted. …well, unless Luna asked more than twice. They were spoiling their daughters. Anyway.
“Papá!”
Lucía jumped up and dashed off, and a moment later, Lando could hear Carlos talk in Spanish to her while she babbled back at him in English.
Carlos carried her back to them. When Jasper saw him, he jumped up with a happy “Oso!” and ran towards Carlos, who picked him up with the other arm. There was a little bit of groaning- the kids were getting heavy.
Lando had to stand up to kiss him.
“Hi,” Carlos said against his lips.
“Hi,” Lando said back, feeling warmth flood him. “We’re making christmas cards for your parents.”
“You have glitter in your hair,” Carlos noticed, pulling back with an amused grin.
“We are using a lot of glitter!” Jasper declared excitedly from where he was pressing his little round head against Carlos’ neck to scent.
“And stickers,” Lucía added, like it was serious business. Couldn’t forget the stickers.
“Ah of course, I see.” Carlos set them both down and was subsequently subjected to a five minute explanation about which card was for which grandparent or auntie or uncle. He listened patiently while gently kneading Lando’s shoulder until Lando felt like he was going to melt into a puddle.
“Your hands smell like food,” he purred, leaning against his mate.
Carlos gave him a little apologetic grin. “Sorry, I’ll wash them well before bed tonight.” It made Lando giggle.
Meanwhile, the kids, unsuspecting of their parents flirting, were still babbling on.
“Papá?” Lucía said, dragging out the last syllable. “Who gets to put out the cookies for Santa this year?”
Lando was glad Carlos was here now.
“Well,” Carlos said, kneeling down to their height, “Jasper is old enough to do it, I think.” This topic had been the reason for many-a tear and fight, especially between the triplets. They had alternated in the end.
“Oh,” Lucía said, immediately going for the sad puppy eye expression.
“You did it for so long now, mi pequeña.” He pulled her into his arms. She nodded, a little sad but accepting.
Jasper watched the exchange, hands still covered in glitter.
“We can do it together,” he said after a moment, reminding Lando so much of Max. “I will put the cookies and you can do the carrot!”
Lucía’s face lit up. “Really?”
“Yes!” Jasper’s smile broadened as well as he saw how happy this made her.
“That’s very kind of you, Jassy,” Lando told him. Lucía skipped around the crafting table to hug Jasper and kiss his forehead until he giggled.
Carlos gave Lando a grin. Parenting crisis averted.
“I was actually coming to tell you,” he said, directed at the kids, “that the tree is up.”
Jasper and Lucía’s screams of joy drowned out Lando’s laughter.
~*🎄*~
“Oh!” Charles exclaimed when he saw Riley waiting with Michael behind the barriers at the Arrivals. Riley started to giggle when Charles simply dropped his luggage and ran out to hug him, his heels clicking on the tile floor.
“Ohhh, bébé, I missed you, let me look at you, I’m so sorry we weren’t there-”
Riley melted into Charles’ arms, inhaling his scent deeply, the scent that had been familiar to him since his childhood now deeper and more refined to Riley’s post-presentation nose. Charles scented him, hugging him tightly and holding him.
“Look at you, you all grown up-”
When Charles pulled back to get a good look at Riley, there were tears swimming in his eyes.
“Maman, don’t cry, you’ll make me cry-”
“Ohh,” Charles exclaimed again and hugged Riley against him yet again.
Meanwhile, Pierre had picked up Charles’ dropped luggage and joined them, letting Michael scent him, giving him a kiss.
“How are you doing?” he asked in french, prying Riley out of Charles’ arms to give him a hug. His calm, neutral beta scent made Riley feel incredibly safe and comfortable, especially in the onslaught of scents in the airport building.
“Okay,” Riley replied, voice muffled by Pierre’s jacket.
Meanwhile, Charles and Michael were entangled, arms wrapped around each other, Harvey squished between them. Riley refused to look at them; he could hear the kissing noises.
And smell the-
He quickly shook his head, wrinkling his nose; this would get a lot of time to get used to. Pierre laughed quietly, pulling Riley’s head against his shoulder once more.
“You won’t smell it anymore after a while.”
Riley groaned.
They all piled into the car; Charles insisted on sitting in the back with Riley. Riley appreciated the car cuddles.
He could feel his body and mind stabilizing at the knowledge that his entire family pack was back together now. Maybe he could finally start enjoying Christmas now.
~*🎄*~
When they arrived at home, Riley could immediately tell that everyone was there, which made something tender inside him feel even more content.
Isabel immediately dashed outside to greet Charles and Pierre, and then grabbed Riley’s hand. “We have friends over!”
Riley could smell them, even, if he concentrated on it really hard, and his heart skipped a beat, happiness washing over him.
He hadn’t really seen his friends for a while now, with his heat and all.
Isabell tugged him upstairs to her room, revealing Leah and Riley’s best friend (...best friend) Noah, both of them dressed in Christmas jumpers, holding mugs of hot chocolate. Leah screeched in joy when she saw him, jumping up to hug him. Noah followed right after. When Leah let go of him and Noah hugged Riley, Riley could feel his cheeks flush.
“Ohhh, you smell so good!” Noah buried his face in Riley’s neck, inhaling deeply. “I missed you so much at school!”
“I missed you too,” Riley mumbled into the fabric of Noah’s jumper.
“We brought gifts!” Leah exclaimed, making the two of them shy apart. Riley could feel Isabel’s smirk. She had no grounds for this, though, seeing how she behaved around Leah.
They exchanged gifts, laughing and ripping the paper open until Isabel’s room was covered in glittery wrapping paper and ribbons.
They had gotten Riley a nesting blanket, huge and soft and warm, with a photo of them all printed on it. It was equally silly and sweet, and maybe Riley cried a little bit, thankful for his wonderful friends.
~*🎄*~
Eventually, the tree was decorated, dinner was fully prepared, the plate with cookies and carrots was put out (together), and grandparents were called in excitement.
Like every year, the kids were banished into a massive nest in the new house, with cookies and christmas movies, so “Santa can work in peace”. Even now, when the only ones believing in Santa were Lucía and Jasper, nobody questioned this tradition.
Home Alone was on, Jasper trying so hard to watch while half-asleep cuddled in between Isabel and Evie, who were the only ones watching the movie.
Riley was texting someone, Flynn could see a bunch of hearts on his screen. Jakob was reading, the low light of his e-reader lighting up his glasses. Flynn found it fascinating how he could concentrate on his book while something was on in the background. Lucía was sleeping on top of Luna, her face squished against her big sister’s chest, making her look really cute. Luna had one hand in her hair, stroking it, and the other one on her phone, trying to beat Flynn in Draw Something one-handed.
“What is that?!” she whispered, showing him the screen with his drawing on it. He wasn’t a bad artist usually, but some of these words were simply impossible to draw.
“Baubles!” Flynn whisper-screamed back at her, making them both laugh.
“It looks like… a pumpkin or something!” she giggled, turning her phone as if that would make it easier to see.
“Hey, I have big hands and the phone screen is little, don’t bully me-”
She shoved his side with one elbow, he poked her, and soon, they were having a laughing fit, trying to keep quiet as to not wake the little packlings.
~*🎄*~
“My everything hurts.”
Max dropped into the living room nest, letting the scents of it wash over him, eyes closed. His hands smelled like onion.
“You can rest now,” Daniel said from the tree where he was putting down the last few presents. Everyone else was already half-asleep in the nest. Ten years ago, they would probably stay up and fuck now, but they’d all gotten a bit older, and sometimes, sleep was worth more than sex. The kids would be staying with their grandparents in a few days, anyway.
“I will,” Max mumbled. Charles was stroking his hair and started scratching his scalp, and Max accidentally let out a loud purr.
They all snuggled together, the whole pack. Somewhere in the near distance, Max could feel the heartbeats of all of his kids through the bond, little pings of joy and excitement and sleepiness.
Max turned over, pressing his face into Daniel’s chest, inhaling the calming, familiar scent of his mate. Daniel pressed a kiss to his hair. “Merry Christmas, babe.”
“Merry Christmas,” Max mumbled into Daniel’s shirt, and then drifted off to the noise of his packmates talking quietly.
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i’m so sorry i didn’t get anything up on @writesleah in time for christmas 😭 i had a couple drafts i wanted to finish, but before i knew it, it was christmas morning and it was too late to try and get them done.
i’m not sure if anyone would actually want me to post the drafts now that christmas is technically ‘over’, so please let me know!!!
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