hallmark movie au where adrien is a prince and in a political engagement with kagami, and marinette is a famous and successful designer, and kagami is a fan of her work and hires her to make the wedding dress, then marinette and adrien meet and catch feelings, and kagami notices and does a little scheming to get them together and also to get herself out of a marriage she isn’t super excited for

Look at this amazing art drawn by @toxenius for Chapter 3 of my ridiculous Hallmark AU Bloodweave fic (found here, in case you missed it) 😍😍😍

I just adore the look of sheer gay panic on Astarion's face 💕

Hallmark au where Buggy is a stressed out Businessman going home for the holidays only because his favorite uncles Ray and Roger insisted on it so much. He didn't expect his old flame to be there: small town Shanks with the warm smile and two kids for some reason...

And it starts off as the classic, return back to small town love, but there's a twist! Buggy has not one, but two!! stone-faced, cold business boyfriend - Mihawk and Crocodile.

It starts off with Shanks thinking

Shanks: "omg you need to be with me instead of them! They make you miserable!

but Buggy's like: ... No?

Shanks: But they're mean and care only about money

Buggy: Yeah, just like me

Shanks: They didn't even come here to celebrate the holidays with you!

Buggy: I wouldn't have come here either???

And the whole story culminates in both Crocodile and Mihawk coming to celebrate with Buggy, but Shanks has already bagged him and it's that awkward moment of "you're with my ex, and I'm also with you who is my ex and what fo I do now?" But they don't really care because Buggy's allowed to have a boyfriend outside of them (not to mention Crocodile has... whatever the hell that is with Doflamingo...), plus it's just Shanks... so it'll be fine. Maybe Mihawk is a bit huffy that Shanks came back for Buggy but not him but then Shanks starts donating on him as well and he remembers how annoyed he used to get. (careful what you wish for lol)

omg hallmark au?!? how abt christmas tree?

[uh. there's a tree at the end lol]

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beatrice kisses you. it’s snowing outside and smells like pine and cinammon and her cologne and you’ve kissed her before, in an alley in the dark, but the light from the fireplace here is gentle and bathes her in warmth and she kisses you. it’s a revelation, you think, to be kissed like this, with your eyes closed and a tender hand combing through your hair and the whole world tucked away somewhere else, off this mountainside and hundreds of miles over valleys and rivers and roads away from you here, and now.

beatrice kisses you and you tug on the bottom of her fleece and pull it over her head, the t-shirt underneath coming with it, and a million thoughts run through your head — she’s ripped, first of all, a delight you will revisit soon; the scars that stretch across her flat chest aren’t overwhelmingly surprising, not old but not new either, gorgeous and healed and healing, so much of her unspoken that she wants you to understand; she has a few freckles on her strong shoulders — but she’s looking at you like this is a lot more than a fling while you’re running away from your real life.

you think it clearly, then: this is your real life, too. this is real. beatrice is real.

you trace one of her scars, just for a moment, and then let your fingers trail lightly down her stomach.

‘you’re so beautiful,’ you say and hope it’s right, hope it’s enough.

beatrice, stoic and kind and faithful, takes it in, her eyes meeting yours, gold in the light, and then she smiles softly. ‘you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen.’

you feel the weight of her jaw in the palm of your hand when you bring it to her face; the lightness of it, sharp and soft. i love you runs through your head, unbidden, i’m in love with you, but it’s too much and too soon and you’ll leave anyway, and this isn’t home but it isn’t something else entirely either.

‘please,’ is all you can say, but she seems to understand because she kisses you deeply, like there’s something there she’s searching to tell you. you sink into it, let it wash over you with its warmth.

////

the sheets are still warm when you wake, even though the bed is empty. you don’t mind; the world is heavy sometimes, and you understand.

you take your time to stretch, to wiggle your toes, to flex your hands. it doesn’t escape you, even still, the miracle of touch and movement, the life you have that seems, despite the days that feel intolerable, bigger than you could’ve dreamed.

you put on one of her hoodies — soft and warm and smelling of laundry detergent and a little like her cologne, musk and clove and fresh pine, like this place, an unnamable magic — and pad out to the living room. she’s on the couch looking out over the mountains, snow covered, from her huge a-frame windows, theo asleep at her feet. beatrice seems larger than life sometimes, her seriousness and kindness and strength, her bright, quiet laugh — another magic entirely.

she smiles, small and shy, when you curl up next to her and take her coffee with a wink.

‘this is… disgusting,’ you say, surprised to taste at least three spoonfuls of sugar, and you wait a beat before you both laugh. ‘i would’ve thought you had black coffee, very solemn.’

‘i’m still not quite used to the taste, admittedly, but i thought you might like some instead of tea.’

it’s thoughtful in a way that makes you want to cry, but instead you clear your throat and lean into her side.

you stay like that for a while, her strong arm wrapped around your shoulders and theo snoring softly every now and then. it’s a bluebird day outside, bright and clear and beautiful.

‘even though you’re leaving,’ she says after a while, ‘i’m thankful i’ve known you.’

it aches in your chest, this desire to never move from this spot, to stop running once and for all, to rest in this warm house with its glass wall and the mountains — flowers in the spring, orange leaves in the fall — a home.

she continues, ‘i would’ve longed for you forever, i think, if we hadn’t met.’

and — what do you even say to that? when you imagined this little adventure, you had thought you’d spend quiet days in a silly little town, drink some hot chocolate, instagram the view of the mountains from your window; maybe — maybe — going home with the town hottie and leaving before they woke. you take a deep breath and look at the soft planes of beatrice’s face and then the big, full christmas tree in the corner of the room that camila told you she cut down herself, its carefully strung lights and a few unexpectedly silly ornaments. you can imagine all of it, her care and quiet humor; you had ached, for so long, to be treated with kindness, to be seen and found whole.

you hadn’t expected her — how could you?

‘well,’ you say, your voice rough in your throat, but she gives you the same grace as always, allowing you to clear it without comment, ‘i haven’t left yet.’

she braves a smile. ‘that’s true.’

‘take me back to bed?’

she stands, unfolds herself elegantly and offers her hand. you think you could hold it forever, but your plane leaves this evening and your life looms. still, you kiss her and, after she comes, trace words you can’t say into the soft skin on her back; you think about saying them aloud, but you don’t.

Chapter 1: It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

Lexa Woods - divorcée, parent, and owner and proprietor of the Polaris Inn - has her hands full trying to manage her small, ski-side inn as the winter holidays descend on her equally small town. Amidst the craziness, she certainly doesn't anticipate finding an unconscious blond out on the back trails, who later wakes with no memory of who she is. Unwilling to condemn her to a hospital bed for the holidays, Lexa offers the mystery woman a room at her inn until she recovers her memory - and recovers her sense of romance along the way. In other words: a Clexa AU loosely based on the Lindsay Lohan Netflix movie. Also known as the Hallmark AU.

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Life is (not) a Hallmark Movie

🧣Bingqiu/Bingyuan

🧣Modern AU, comedy, fluff, hurt/comfort

🧣~143k

🧣Shen Yuan is an unwitting Hallmark Movie protagonist who changes the genre of Luo Binghe’s life.

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Foundations (Hallmark AU, Dreamling, Complete)

Foundations || Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling || Explicit || 13k

Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - Human, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus Loves Hob Gadling, Traumatized Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, POV Hob Gadling, Bottom Hob Gadling, Hand Feeding, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Relationship Negotiation, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Romantic Fluff, Really just absolutely sickening levels of fluff, Scars, Rimming, Kissing

The soft epilogue to Hallmark-Adjacent. Morpheus invites Hob over for dinner. Confessions are made.

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just fall in love with me (this Christmas) - complete on ao3

Rating: M, Word Count: 7,102, Tags: Alternate Universe - Hallmark AU, Misunderstandings, Healthy Communication, Hawkins is a Christmas Town, Christmas Store Owner Chrissy Cunningham, Robin Buckley's Parents Are Dead, Mild Angst, Happy Ending, Christmas Parade, Background Steddie

Excerpt:

The sign over the door of the store read “Chrissy’s Christmas Collectibles” in red script, the trim around the storefront windows and door painted a dark green. In each window stood a beautifully decorated Christmas tree, covered in glass ornaments and lights that shone year-round. And above it, in her apartment, furiously cleaning before her best friend arrived to introduce her to his boyfriend, was Chrissy herself.

Chrissy, who couldn’t believe that she had had a one night stand with a gorgeous woman literally the night before she was supposed to host breakfast for Eddie and his boyfriend Steve and Steve’s best friend. Eddie had told Chrissy her name but she hadn’t written it down. It was something to do with a bird–maybe Lark? Chrissy had been so nervous about making a good impression that she’d gone to the local bar for one drink to calm her nerves. But then she met Robin and one drink had turned to several and one kiss had turned to several orgasms and here she was trying to figure out what she was supposed to do with a stranger’s underwear that she had found in her bed.

She looked at herself in the mirror, finally noticing the hickeys that covered her neck. She was going to need to bust out the big guns in terms of concealer if she wanted to cover those. The last thing she wanted to do was make herself the centre of attention. After all, Eddie had told her he wanted to propose to Steve this Christmas. Her job as his best friend was to make sure this proposal went off without a hitch.

She couldn’t think of anything more romantic than a Christmas engagement–Chrissy had always loved Christmas. It was one of the reasons she had moved to Hawkins a few years ago to open her all-year Christmas store. Hawkins was known for being the Christmas capital of Indiana with their famed parade and tree-lighting ceremony.

Chrissy continued to flit around her apartment, still feeling a bit guilty for not inviting Robin to stay for breakfast. She wasn’t usually the kind of person who kicked someone out the morning after–though she wasn’t usually the kind of person who brought someone she had just met home. But Robin had said she had to go meet someone too so she wasn’t going to dwell on it. She finished up her cleaning and worked on making herself presentable. Good thing she had prepped for breakfast the day before, she thought as she hopped in the shower.

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WIP Wednesday

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@rmd-writes asked why all the snippets today were so angsty, and I am here to reassure all of you that this is going to be the most Hallmark thing that ever Hallmark'd.

The house is its usual brand of early morning chaos when he opens the door.  His sister's car is already gone, and Miguel is standing at the bottom of the staircase, tie around his neck but not tied, coat off and mysteriously only one shoe on, shouting up the stairs.  "Gabriella, Elian, now please or you are going to be late."  His voice drops and he mutters, "And I try and save that shame for later in the year."  He looks up when Carlos shoves a muffin in his line of sight and grabs for it. "You are my favorite brother-in-law." Carlos follows him into the kitchen, dropping the plate with the rest of the muffins on the counter before going back out into the front hall to call upstairs.  "Nenes, I brought muffins."  There's a muffled sound of something being dropped on the floor and then a clatter of feet and Elian practically leaps down the last three stairs and canons into Carlos, hugging him before using his leg as a pivot to careen into the kitchen. Gabriella comes down more slowly.  "I am not a baby." "Lo siento, senorita," he tells her gravely, and she gives him a serious nod before scooting around him towards the kitchen. He follows, leaning in the doorway, and over their heads Miguel mouths, "seriously, favorite brother-in-law." He grins.  "Because I corral your children, or because I bring breakfast with me?" Miguel takes a giant bite of muffin and mumbles through it.  "You forgot the free babysitting."  He throws a towel at Miguel, who laughs, and then makes an alarmed face at the time and kisses Gabriella and Elian on their heads.  "Have fun at school, be good for your tio."  He waves at Carlos and then he's gone. Carlos snorts, and picks up the dish towel from where it had fallen, and checks to make sure the kids lunches are ready and then wraps up a muffin and pours coffee into a travel mug before he starts the frantic task of getting Gabriella and Elian out the door on time for the school bus with their bags, and lunches, and last minute dashes back inside for forgotten homework and hair ties. They're waiting on the curb with 30 seconds to spare when the school bus pulls up, Carlos does a double take when the doors creak open and reveal someone entirely too young and too hot to be a school bus driver.

The problem with Wednesday's being my day to be on campus is that it's always really late by the time I get to my home computer and I can respond. Anyway, not sure who is left to tag, but @jesuisici33? @kiwichaeng? @redshirt2? Basically open tag for anyone interested.

Bad RoseAlisha Hallmark movie with Rose dating Konan who only cares about work and money, and goes to the country side for reasons, only for Alisha to teach her the true meaning of Christmas again ✨️

Maltran is the evil corporate overlord who wants to buy Alisha’s small business to build a big mall.

Alisha is so innocent and gullible and still believes in the magic of Christmas.

Mayvin is the old man in the neighborhood who is secretly the reincarnation of Santa.

falling (for you) like snow on christmas - epilogue

— Ten hours until the New Year — “Should old acquaintance be forgot…” Beatrice could hear the singing from the hallway before she even opened the door. When she did, she found Ava standing in front of the stove, wearing the bright yellow apron Beatrice had gotten her for Christmas that year. A wooden spoon was in her hand as she swayed back and forth, singing softly. “And… never – never? Shit.” Ava gave up and hummed her way through the rest of the line. Beatrice stepped into the apartment, closing the door softly behind her. “And never brought to mind.” “Jesus!” Ava whirled around, spoon held high like a weapon. Beatrice glanced down at it, then back up at Ava, curious how exactly she was planning on defending herself with a cooking utensil. Ava lowered the spoon, taking a deep breath as she relaxed her shoulders. “How do you do that?” “I think the better question is why are you so easy to sneak up on?”

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Prompt for your little Hallmark AU: Christmas market (You know, those markets where there are booths who sell Glühwein and Punsch, Im not sure how to correctly translate it in English in Austria we call it Christkindlmarkt)

it’s grey outside, the clouds heavy but not quite snowing yet; it’s warmer than it’s been on clearer days, still cold but almost pleasant, and quiet.

you make sure to give yourself extra time to do your stretches in the morning after you go to camila’s to get breakfast. the atmospheric pressure of the incoming storm is, unsurprisingly, causing your back to ache, but that’s not new and it doesn’t really faze you at this point. if things get bad enough — and they do, sometimes — you just reschedule your plans and take pain meds and muscle relaxers from dr salvius after you do your physical therapy exercises. but your hands don’t ache and you don’t have any numbness in your feet, your temperature is normal, and so you go through your routine and feel better by the end of it.

beatrice picks you up at eleven on the dot, as she confirmed twice over text the evening before with perfect punctuation that made you feel a little bit like you were in trouble but was charming anyway. 

‘hey stranger,’ you say when she knocks on your door, and she blushes and smiles and you’re delighted by the effect you have on her, almost immediately — this exceedingly smart and competent person stumbling over herself the second you smile. it makes you feel powerful and it also makes you want to treat her kindly, to make her laugh.

‘good morning, ava.’ she fidgets, for a moment, and you’re curious why you’re not just going to her truck, but then she takes a hand out of the pocket of her peacoat and opens her palm. ‘i, uh, i noticed your cane was getting stuck in the snow.’

‘oh.’ your first instinct is to be embarrassed, eleven years of abuse rearing its ugly, awful head, but then you look at what she’s actually holding.

‘i already had it,’ she explains, slightly rushed like she’s trying to make sure you’re not upset, like it was just a thoughtful aside of hers. ‘i tore my acl a few years ago and used both on my crutches, and so, i just figured, well… if it doesn’t work, that’s fine, but maybe worth a try?’

you take the winter cane tip attachment from her outstretched hand and it really does feel like some kind of offering for a moment. it’s nice, the crampon itself retractable, and easy enough to put on your cane. when you try it outside the door on the way to her truck, you can’t help but smile, remember a little bit of the joy that first came with movement as you started receiving proper care and accessibility and mobility aids. you don’t take healing for granted, even now. ’thank you,’ you tell her as she unlocks her truck and goes around to the driver’s side. 

she nods. ‘like i said, i already had it sitting around. not a problem at all.’

‘still,’ you say, climbing up and twisting around to greet a suddenly very excited theo in her kennel strapped into the backseat. ‘not many people have been particularly thoughtful in my life, especially not at this.’

she frowns at your admission, her jaw clenching, her face stormy. she’s handsome in her rich maroon scarf and camel wool coat, careful hands on the wheel.

‘anyway,’ you say, a little overcome, ‘how’d you tear your acl?’

she immediately reddens, pulling out of the driveway and trying to act like she’s concentrating very hard on her turn signal to merge onto the completely empty road. 

‘bea, please.’

she sighs, refusing to look at you even at the red light. ‘i was training with theo,’ she says.

‘that’s not horribly embarrassing on its own.’ you grin. ‘there’s got to be more to it.’

‘fine,’ she says, mostly just to humor you, you’re pretty sure. ‘she was small, and we were both learning how to herd. i, well — i tripped over one of the sheep.’

you wait a beat to picture it and then laugh, not unkindly but without any remorse. ‘thank you truly so much for telling me.’

she rolls her eyes. ‘you’re so welcome,’ she says flatly, and you laugh again.

/

you’re confused if your little outing to the christmas market is a date or not for the two minutes it takes for beatrice to park the car, get the small pack holding treats that she carries around for theo buckled around her waist — a little nerdy and totally adorable — and then letting theo out of the kennel. she’s in a little green coat, the same as the other day, and it kind of makes you feel like you’re going to scream, she’s so cute. she greets you fully now, with happy little wiggles, and then situates herself at beatrice’s side. she has a leash connected to her harness, the other half slung over beatrice’s shoulder and across her chest so her hands are free; you think theo doesn’t need it at all, but beatrice explains, ‘in crowded public access areas, it’s appropriate.’ theo, for her part, is busy sniffing a few treats beatrice scattered around her feet in the snow, and then she smiles at you and gestures to head inside.

you’re confused no longer when you see camila’s booth, advertising hot chocolate, apple cider, and egg nog, and she whistles. ‘beatrice, you look so nice with your fancy jacket.’

beatrice glares. 

camila turns to face you fully, a smirk on her face. ‘she never wears that unless it’s a special occasion.’

you can’t help yourself: ‘well, i am a special occasion, if i do say so myself.’

’no one else is saying it,’ lilith grumbles from her seat behind camila, and beatrice fights a laugh while you pout.

‘you look nice too, ava,’ camila says, keeping the peace as you’ve quickly figured out she always does. 

you preen a little, just for the fun of it. ‘why thank you. i love your sweater.’

camila looks down at her jesus was palestinian sweater. ‘’tis the season and all that.’ she beams at you, then beatrice. ‘well, what can i get you both on this romantic outing?’

beatrice sighs in defeat but you grin and look at the menu. ‘well, i’m on vacation and bea picked me up—‘ camila perks up even more at this— ‘so i’m going to do your bailey’s hot chocolate.’

‘i’ll have a cider,’ bea says, and you shoo away her attempt to pay for things, which brings a blush back to her cheeks when you tap your card with a pointed flourish. 

you go through the market with your warm drinks, your cane not sinking into the snow as it had been the past few days, making everything easier, simpler, less nervous with every step. once you have half of your hot chocolate, you lean into beatrice with a smile, and she offers her arm, all clove and pine and her soft scarf. there are booths with ornaments, knitted coasters; you convince her to buy a pretty wreath for the front door of her cabin, which you kind of hope she’ll invite you to see.

it starts to snow when you’re about to leave, the sky darkening early, and she feed theo a few treats before she situates her in the kennel. 

it’s quiet when she starts the truck, and she seems nervous, her hands white knuckled around the steering wheel. ‘i apologize if i was presumptuous.’

you soften. ‘that was a really wonderful date, bea. you can be as presumptuous as you want.’

her smile is shy, bathed in the waning light. ‘well, in that case, would you like to come to my house for dinner?’

‘yes, obviously.’

 she laughs. ‘alright then.’

merry merry christmas uwu 💚❤️ (hallmark au)

it's christmas eve again

for @thefreakandthehair's spicy six winter prompt challenge, a hallmark au!

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Eddie didn’t know why he was sharing this, he usually never shared this much about himself. But something about how this man’s eyes twinkled seemed to almost compel him. “Holidays you know? And I’m looking forward to seeing my Uncle, but so much has changed… and I got a dumb blind date to go to before I head home.” The man raised fluffy white eyebrows in reply. “Maybe it will be a good one? You never know, a date on Christmas Eve? Could be magical.” A laugh slipped past Eddie’s lips. “Magical? With a guy named Steven? I don’t think so, sorry. I really doubt it, he evidently used to babysit my Uncle’s fiancee’s kid. I mean I like the kid alright. But his old babysitter? I don’t think so.” The plane jerked to a halt and people started moving towards their carry-on bags. “Well, never laugh at fate, my boy, it might just laugh back.” 

or: fate very much laughs at one Eddie Munson and he finds himself searching for some holiday magic.

or: Santa was trying to set him up with Steve fucking Harrington.

Final Chapter: My Only Wish (This Year)

On the eve of Christmas, Lexa has one last chance to tell Clarke how she feels. Bullied by her children to make a movie-worthy confession, the innkeeper discovers whether there's any magic in a Christmas wish.

“Okay, okay. Well what is this that’s so important that it couldn’t wait?” Clarke picks apart the wrapping paper. “And was worth risking your life?” “That’s putting it a bit dramatically, don’t you think?” The little white box beneath the sky blue paper is nothing special; it isn’t branded, bears no pattern, and isn’t even tied with ribbon. It’s just a small, plain box bought from the stationary store however many months ago and happened to fit the two inch long, diamond-shaped red key tag nestled inside. That is branded, with the golden logo emblazoned on every one of the Polaris’ key tags…but this one, unlike those, has a C in place of a room number.  Clarke lifts it delicately from the box but doesn’t say anything. Lexa gulps, unable to read the look on a face hidden by hat and curls, and compulsively starts to explain: “It’s symbolic. That is to say…” Blue eyes, the color of a bright winter sky, look up at her, and any success she’d had at sorting out her words evaporates immediately. Gods, what is she doing here? How did she let her kids talk her into this?? “I know it hasn’t been that long, but Clarke…” Her heart hammers in her chest. In truth, she’s already done the crazy thing. What could she possibly lose now? “I would be most honored if you came to visit again, even after you came to say goodbye. So take this as a promise that you will always have a room at the Polaris.”

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Life is (not) a Cheap Porno

👙Bingqiu/Bingyuan

👙 Modern AU, comedy, established relationship

👙~13k

👙 Extra for Life is (not) a Hallmark Movie

👙 Shen Yuan, hapless asexual, just wants to give his gay boyfriend a reward, ok!?

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