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Snowfall Sweethearts | Sugar and Dye

Warnings: 18+, swearing

After a few years of being in wrapping, Charity finally shows her hand at her true skill as an elf

Dividers by @saradika

There's a commotion in the kitchen, nearly a third of the elves are running around trying to right it.

Not Charity though. No, she's still in wrapping, doing her job, headphones on, blocking out the chaos.

In fact, she doesn't even notice anything is amiss until Bernard inches into her line of sight.

"Hey baby," She smiles, pushing her headphones around her neck. Her shoulders slump when he smiles sheepishly, "What's wrong? And... why do you smell like burnt sugar?"

"There was a mishap in confection," He admits, "I need your help."

"Okay...?" Her eyes go wide when he grabs her wrist and starts hurrying them out of the workshop, a trail of wrapping paper and ribbon behind them.

The whole kitchen reeks of burnt sugar and the doorframe to confections is marred from black smoke.

"I got her, sir," Bernard calls out, pushing them through the crowd of elves.

"Good cause- Charity?" Santa's eyes narrow at him, "Look, I get you're together, but Charity isn't the answer to every problem."

"When the hell did we automate confections?" She asks, scowling at the large machine in the middle of the room with contempt. When no one answers she looks over to Bernard who looks almost guilty, "Twitch?"

"Uh, about... a century ago," He mutters, "Give or take a decade..."

"A century?"

"It's quicker!"

"You can't automate candy making at the North Pole!" She argues, "Are you fucking serious?"

"Language!" Santa scolds, "Charity, you obviously have some insight into this. The machine's busted for the rest of the season, and now we're further behind than usual."

Bernard shrinks under her glare, he knew she'd be pissed if she found out. Her nose scrunches, causing her glasses to rise slightly on the reddened skin.

She suddenly turns and storms toward the storage room, muttering to herself about how she can't believe they did this.

"Do I have to haul all this out myself?!" She yells from the closet and a few elves scurry over to help her.

Even Bernard helps Santa and the others get the old equipment out, most of the elves looking on in confusion, most of them being only recently put on the candy line sometime in the past fifty years.

"We don't know how to use this stuff."

Charity rolls her eyes and pulls off her sweater, then her second, leaving her in a cropped long sleeve as she hangs them outside the door.

"A fucking travesty," She grumbles, tightening her ponytail and pushing up her sleeves.

He tries not to stare too hard at the way her tattoo peaks out from the waistline of her jeans.

The whole group watches in awe as she works, letting muscle memory take over.

"Ribbon candy?" One of the elves scoffs when she starts shaping her wrapped and pulled sweet. They continue even when Bernard motions for them to stop, "No kid wants ribbon candy, it's the twenty-first century!"

The elves around them step back at the pointed glare she throws at them.

"Ribbon candy is a classic," She points out, "And kids don't care as long as they get colorful sugar."

She gets the first batch out in record time with the help of a few elves that timidly stepped up.

Bernard lingers behind as the rest of crowd disperses, watching Charity in her element, adoration emanating off of him.

"Bernard," Santa snaps his fingers near him to get his attention.

"W-! Y-yes sir?" He reluctantly takes his eyes off her.

"Why was Charity working in wrapping when this is obviously what she's more suited to?" He asks, "She didn't even look at a recipe."

He shrugs, "She used to be head of confections before she got sent to the mortal realm. When she came back she wanted something a little slower paced and I..."

Santa looks at him queerly when he pauses and he clears his throat before continuing, "I may have been scared to tell her the candy was machine-made now."

"So that's why she's so opinionated about it."

"She used to pull when she was mad. It kind of comes naturally and she's... not happy right now. I'm gonna get an earful later," He glances back over at her. She's teaching the others how to properly pull the candy on the hook as they struggle, "But we shouldn't have to worry about being behind again."

"She's that good?"

They both look over when another elf shouts and Bernard cringes.

"We should be prepared for an influx of burns."

"You should have told me."

"You should have been more careful," He tuts, helping her bandage various cuts and burns from the day as she sits on his thigh.

"I just need to rebuild my calluses," She pouts, "And you're dodging."

He sighs, "You said you wanted to do something less stressful and I knew you would flip when you found out. I just..."

He laces his fingers with hers, not willing to look her in the eye, "I wanted you to be comfortable here and go at your own pace. I knew it would upset you so I just didn't tell you..."

She pulls one of her hands away to grip his chin, raising it just enough for her to softly kiss him.

He trails after her when she pulls away, looking up at her with stars in his eyes, "What was that for?"

She hums and bumps her nose with his, eyes shut, "For being sweet... In your own, stubborn way."

He leans in brushing their lips together again.

"You're not mad?" He breathes.

"Oh I'm furious," She teases, "But not at you."

He reaches up to hold the back of her neck, kissing her harder.

She laughs into the kiss, her stomach twists, and she moves her hands to hold his cheeks.

"That still gives me butterflies," She whispers.

"Me too," He admits, voice no louder than hers.

"And I think I need to start an official transfer to confections."

It's his turn to laugh as he nods.

"I think we can arrange that," He pets her hair, eyes bright and loving, "You'll whip them into shape in no time."

"I'll definitely have my work cut out for me," She groans.

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