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phoen1xr0se · 5 months

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Good Holiday Omens Day 4

Artist Credit: @aiwa-sensei

In six thousand years, Crowley and Aziraphale had never spent a Christmas together, until now.

Sometimes they had been in the same place, sometimes even in the same room (or stable) - but they'd never actually spent one together, despite Aziraphale secretly hoping that perhaps someday they could. Even after Armageddidn't, Crowley had still been wary, forever looking over his shoulder, not wanting to let his guard down - and every Christmas, Aziraphale wished for only one thing.

For Crowley to finally feel safe.

Safe enough to relax, to breathe, to see what was right in front of him instead of always feeling chased by the demons of their past (figuratively and literally speaking).

And now, almost without warning, here he was - a Crowley disarmed, a Crowley wrapped in a festive jumper that he'd only growled half-heartedly at when Aziraphale had pulled it over his head, a Crowley that laughed at the angel's terrible Christmas cracker jokes and hadn't once put his sunglasses on all day.

In the sanctuary of their cottage, Crowley had finally let his guard down. His face was pleasantly flushed from the wine and his wide smile was goofy and crooked, his golden eyes reflecting the thousands of lights they'd managed to cram into their cosy living room. There was nobody watching over them bar the angel that sat atop their Christmas tree (Crowley had named it Gabriel and taken great pleasure in shoving a branch up its behind) and the stars in the night sky that twinkled outside the frosted window pane.

Aziraphale couldn't have wished for more.

Well... perhaps, if pushed...

Some mistletoe might be nice too.

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softpascalito · 5 months

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Full List of my Pedro Pascal Advent Calendar 2023

note: i figured it would make sense to make a lil list of the advent calender pieces. whether you read along each day or if you discover this after christmas, i hope you enjoy 💜

total wc: 23k

rating: explicit/18+ (with a few exceptions)

warnings: smut, hurt/comfort, check individual pieces :)

extras: my personal faves - ⭐

mb - moodboard / fic - fanfiction / hcs - headcanons

dec 1 - joel miller - [FIC] snowy surprise// ao3 & tumblr ⭐ dec 2 - javier peña - [MB] peluda // tumblr dec 3 - javier peña - [FIC] peluda // ao3 & tumblr ⭐ dec 4 - several chars - [HCs] traditions // tumblr dec 5 - joel miller - [FIC] here cums santa claus // ao3 & tumblr

dec 6 - din djarin - [MB] tie a string of lights // tumblr dec 7 - din djarin - [FIC] tie a string of lights // ao3 & tumblr dec 8 - pedro pascal - [MB] worth crossing a blizzard for // tumblr dec 9 - pedro pascal - [FIC] worth crossing a blizzard for // ao3 & tumblr dec 10 - joel miller - [MB] doves and lights // tumblr

dec 11 - several chars - [HCs] presents // tumblr dec 12 - joel miller - [MB] christmas baking // tumblr dec 13 - joel miller - [FIC] christmas baking // ao3 & tumblr dec 14 - javier peña - [MB] christmas party // tumblr ⭐ dec 15 - javier peña - [FIC] christmas party // ao3 & tumblr

dec 16 - several chars - [HCs] christmas tree // tumblr dec 17 - 2003!joel miller - [MB] double shift // tumblr ⭐ dec 18 - 2003!joel miler - [FIC] double shift // ao3 & tumblr dec 19 - 2003!joel miller - [MB] raised on little light // tumblr dec 20 - several chars - [HCs] christmas eve // tumblr

dec 21 - javier peña - [MB] christmas eve // tumblr dec 22 - 2003!joel miller - [FIC] doves and lights // ao3 & tumblr dec 23 - 2003!joel miller - [FIC] raised on little light // ao3 & tumblr ⭐ dec 24 - javier peña - [FIC] christmas eve // ao3 & tumblr ⭐ dec 25 - joel miller - [FIC] all joel miller wants for christmas (is to be tied up) // ao3 & tumblr

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mimisempai · 5 months

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You brighten my life like a Christmas light

Summary

Aziraphale is looking forward to decorating the outside of the bookshop with various Christmas lights. But that's not counting the annoying Mr. Brown, who has decreed that Christmas lights will be banned from Whickber Street this year for ecological reasons.

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Thank you @ruby-gold for your donation to Alzheimer's Research UK in exchange for this story.

Thank you for this incredible prompt!

And to all my lovely readers, welcome to this ineffable Advent Calendar!

INEFFABLE ADVENT CALENDER

On Ao3

Rating G - 1486 words

"Doing good again, Angel?"

Aziraphale turned to Crowley, who had just appeared beside him.

His eyes fell on the small goat the demon carried in his arms, then on the long red hair barely concealed by his shepherd's veil.

The demon nudged him on the shoulder and continued, "I bet you're responsible for the roof over their heads and keeping the straw warm."

Aziraphale whispered back, "The poor souls, no one could house them, and she was about to give birth, I couldn't let them..."

Crowley leaned over and interrupted, whispering in his ear, "Easy, Angel, I wasn't blaming you."

Suddenly, their attention was drawn to a movement in the crowd of shepherds, and following their gaze, they saw three men arrive who were clearly not locals. Their arms laden with gifts, they came to kneel before the woman holding the baby, and the eldest said in an emotional voice, "We have followed the star to find and pay homage to the newborn, the King of the Jews."

Aziraphale whispered to Crowley, a half smile on his lips, "The star, huh? What a coincidence."

Crowley shrugged and replied, "As much of a demon as I am, I can appreciate the effort of three magi coming from so far away to pay homage to a baby."

This time it was Aziraphale who nudged him on the shoulder and said, "You're such a nice dem--"

"Shut up!"

"Shh!"

A shepherd had just turned to them and looked at them with an annoyed expression as he continued, "The little one has finally stopped crying, your bickering will wake him up."

The angel and the demon looked at each other in silence before stifling a giggle.

Aziraphale chuckled slightly at the memory as he finished placing the last of the figures in the nativity scene under the decorated and lit tree that stood in the center of the bookstore.

He stepped back and let his eyes wander over the garlands and other decorations that festively lit up the bookshop. He knew he was going a bit overboard with the Christmas ornaments, but he loved this time of year, so why deprive himself.

He turned to grab the box of outdoor lights and headed for the door.

"Mr. Fell, I hope those aren't Christmas lights you have in that box?"

Aziraphale turned sharply to Mr. Brown, who had just walked up behind him, and asked, "Why? Would that be a problem?"

Mr. Brown replied, "Didn't you read the memo?"

Aziraphale tried to remember what he was talking about, but the other man didn't wait for him to answer and continued, "The use of electric garlands is restricted for environmental and aesthetic reasons.

"But..." Aziraphale tried to protest, but was cut off by Mr. Brown, who added, "No exceptions. Have a nice day."

The annoying redhead walked away without a backward glance, and Aziraphale stood speechless outside the store door for a few moments before returning inside, his cardboard box still in his arms, but looking utterly disappointed.

Little did he know that someone else had witnessed the entire scene.

Taking one last look at the angel's silhouette, whose dejection was visible even from outside the shop, Crowley strode toward the record store. A few seconds later, he emerged with Maggie and Muriel, and the three of them headed for the coffee shop.

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"Angel... wake up."

A hand gently shook his shoulder and Aziraphale opened his eyes to see that it was still dark.

He looked at his old alarm clock on the bedside table and, seeing the time, protested, "Crowley, it's the middle of the night, why are you waking me?"

He felt the demon move next to him and his voice whispered in his ear, "Because I have a surprise for you."

The word surprise was all the angel needed to be convinced, and he immediately sat up in bed, making the demon chuckle.

Crowley planted a kiss on his cheek and said softly, "Get dressed."

"Why?"

The demon simply replied, "Wait and see."

Aziraphale turned sharply toward him and Crowley continued, "Irritating, isn't it?"

The angel replied, "Idiot."

Crowley, a satisfied smile on his lips, watched with amusement as the angel dressed, then he walked around the bed, approached him and, grabbing his hand, dragged him down the stairs. Arriving at the bottom, he paused and, turning to Aziraphale, conjured a blindfold before gently asking, "May I?"

Aziraphale nodded and turned to allow the demon to blindfold him.

Crowley placed his hands on the angel's shoulders and asked gently, "Do you trust me to lead you?"

Aziraphale leaned his head back against the demon and replied softly, "That goes without saying, my dear."

Crowley kissed the angel's hair, nudged him gently before turning him around and walking him to the door of the bookshop. Then he stopped, made Aziraphale put on his coat, and tied a scarf around his neck.

"Oh, we're going out."

"Absolutely, Angel, you really are an excellent detective."

Aziraphale shook his head with a smile, and Crowley, who had slipped on a warm jacket himself, put his hands on the Angel's shoulders again and led him out of the bookshop, walking a few yards until they were in the middle of the street, deserted at this time of night.

Then he said quietly, "Ready, Angel?"

Aziraphale nodded and Crowley continued, "1... 2... 3... Let there be light!"

He untied the blindfold and Aziraphale opened his eyes to an overwhelming display of light.

Lights everywhere, garlands adorning every shop on the street, a festival of warm, colorful lights. He turned around with a look of amazement on his face, unable to say a word because he was so stunned.

After a few moments, he turned to the demon and said, eyes shining, "Crowley... it's... it's wonderful. But how and why and Mr. Brown and..."

Crowley chuckled softly, then took the Angel's hands in his and said softly, "Easy, Angel, one question at a time. First, the why. I witnessed your conversation with Mr. Brown, and I know this time of year is important to you, so I figured there had to be something we could do, so we'll get to the how. Well, with the help of some friends..." he pointed out the coffee-shop window to Aziraphale, who could see Maggie, Nina and Muriel inside waving their hands at him, and Crowley continued, "we put our heads together, and while everyone was asleep, I miracled all those tinsel, ornaments and Christmas lights."

"But..."

Crowley kissed the tip of Aziraphale's cold reddened nose and interrupted, "My impatient angel, let me finish, will you? Maggie and Nina are the only people here who know about us and our... powers, so they helped me concoct this little lie for Mr. Brown. All these lights are powered by a revolutionary, ultra-ecological component. And with the help of some of our other friends, he won't have to say a word. Because we're going to make Wickber Street the place to be for Christmas."

The demon snapped his fingers and an illuminated Santa Claus flashed across the sky. He snapped his fingers again and a Christmas story was projected onto the front of the music store.

Crowley continued, "Justine will be offering mulled wine to all visitors, Mr. Arnold will be playing Christmas music over the loudspeakers all along the street, and of course, everyone will come to see the gorgeous Nativity scene in front of the bookstore.

He snapped his fingers again, and the bookstore window lit up to reveal an enchanting Nativity scene, similar in every way to Aziraphale's memory.

"So you see, Angel, dear Mr. Brown won't be able to say anything, anything at all, because mmfff..."

Crowley was unable to continue because Aziraphale had thrown himself into his arms and pressed his lips to his in a rather passionate kiss.

When they parted to catch their breath, Aziraphale wrapped his arms around the demon's waist and pressed himself against his chest.

As Crowley closed his arms around him, the angel murmured in an obviously emotional voice, "Thank you, my love. You have no idea how happy this makes me."

Crowley whispered into the angel's hair, "You should know by now, Angel, that all I want is to make you happy."

Aziraphale replied against his chest, "You know I am happy without all that. This year, the most beautiful of my Christmas lights is you, my love."

Crowley chuckled softly and replied, "Oh, no, the Christmas spirit makes you even sappier."

"Don't pretend you don't like it," the angel replied.

The demon merely hummed in response, and as Aziraphale snuggled closer to him, Crowley's eyes were drawn to some movement behind the coffee shop window.

Amused, he saw their friends smiling broadly and giving him the thumbs up.

His angel was right, with or without Christmas lights, with their life here and their friends, they were both happy here.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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airisu7425 · 5 months

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Nyan Koyomi - Natsume Yuuchinchou Desktop Calendar 2023 - December

#natsuyuu #natsume yuujinchou #natsume's book of friends #nyanko sensei #madara #Xmas #chukyuu #official art #official merchandise #calendar 2023 #my collection #I ordered the calendar for 2024

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zationao3 · 4 months

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And the winner is...

And here's the results for the #destiel trope calendar vote! This was so much fun, I love you guys 💖

Incest

BDSM

There was only one bed!

Please click here if you want to read more about the voting and what happens next 😄

#destiel #supernatural #xmas calendar #reader's pick

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simcredibledesigns · 4 months

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🎁 SIMcredible Advent Calendar ( Past 2022 release ) 🎁

By SIMcredible!designs | Available at TSR

Today we're bringing back the Advent Calendar that we released for Patrons last year. It was available for approximately only 3 weeks and now you can get all 60 Goodies!

Note that 6 gifts are located at our Patreon ( FREE for all ) because they exceed the 15 swatches that TSR determines for their submitting system. All other 54 goodies can be found regularly at TSR.

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Hope your sims will enjoy!!! ♥

We wish you all a lovely and blessed Holidays Season 🎄🎄🎄 May you and yours feel the magic of Christmas embracing and warming your hearts , allowing you all to feel loved and happy!

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mudhamster · 4 months

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CHWHWN: 24. December " TRUST? "

"Wh-what's that?" Izuku had stayed in the background all day, perfectly content to exist on the sidelines in the warmth and buzz of the Bakugou family. Now, however, Katsuki had found him in the kitchen and a matchbox was held out to him. "I knew something was wrong with you since that damn day," Katsuki replied cryptically and let the box fall into his hands. It wasn't wrapped or decorated, so Izuku opened it curiously and discovered the note with The Hug glued inside. He remembered the day and asked quietly, "Because I didn't answer you?" "Yup." "Sorry," he said, still looking at the written word in his hand, "It was the day I told Mom that we were all going to celebrate together while Shouto and Ochako had just left. It was a bit much." He heard a snort in front of him, "You lied to your mother." "She would NEVER have left me behind otherwise." Arms crossed in front of his chest, Katsuki slumped against the fridge and tilted his head, "America, huh?" he asked, "And you let that pass you by?" "I guess so," Izuku sighed, expecting to feel regret and leaned against the counter right next to the fridge. But the feeling didn't come. Instead, he took a deep breath, the smell of Kacchan's home and spiced tea heavy in his throat, and a small smile spread across his face.

He felt more at home here than at any Christmas before. Being part of a wild household that couldn't exist in the same room for more than an hour was so much more enjoyable than doing the same thing every year. He was … happy here. They were standing next to each other by now, and he was able to continue speaking softly, eyes on their feet, both in socks and slippers, "I didn't think. Mom always gave everything to me… and when I moved into the dorm, she was so lonely. And then her new partner came. She had been alone for months before that, so I thought I could do it too. For her." And for Kacchan. Because he couldn't have fulfilled the 24 from another continent, even if he wanted to. But in the end, he was the one who benefited the most from the whole situation. Katsuki raised his eyebrows with a nod and then clicked his tongue. "That all sounds great, Deku. But I'm tired of waiting." "What?" When a hand suddenly made an effort to reach for the matchbox, the penny finally dropped for Izuku and he whirled around: "Oh - wait!" And then he wrapped his arms around Kacchan's middle, buried his nose deep in Kacchan's dark green Christmas sweater and pawned his heart to the devil so he wouldn't cry like a baby for ONCE and ruin the expensive sweater under his cheek. "But you still can't open the 24," he murmured against the warm fabric, sighing as he rubbed his cheek against Kacchan's shoulder, feeling all the tension in his body suddenly dissipate. This was his safe place, arms around him in a gentle embrace that would otherwise melt stone, a beating heart against his face. The place he had always wanted to conquer, even though he had never been there before. "I know." Kacchan's voice was close and low, right next to his ear, and he realized that they were still in the embrace. Izuku tightened his grip as much as he could and then put the cards on the table. "There are two open notes. And I know which ones, so if…" "Give me until New Year's Eve."

His heart did a tiny somersault. Theoretically, Kacchan had just had the chance to end everything platonically. But here they were. For almost a minute, they held each other tightly, as if Izuku wasn't the only one who longed for this kind of touch and Katsuki had just asked for more time. "Huh. Sure. I mean, I guess there will be an opportunity until then, right?" Because that was the rule, no matter how long he asked for time. He wouldn't be allowed to open the last note until all the others had been fulfilled. "Yeah. Maybe." Katsuki lowered his arms and took half a step back. The light from the kitchen shone on his cheeks and between the blond strands of hair, Izuku discovered red ears. But before Izuku could write a mental love letter about the reflections in the red of his eyes, Kacchan pulled the very last sealed note out of his pants pocket (did he always carry them all with him!?) and slipped it into the small, gift-shaped pocket on Izuku's Christmas sweater. "Take care of it until I can open it, okay?" Izuku put his hand over the small pocket. "If it's not opened by midnight on New Year's Eve, it will be destroyed." "'Kay. Now give me my present." "You what?" said Izuku astonished, "I - I don't have a - " "I thought so," Katsuki snorted, "I had saved the damn Joker for that." "You saved it on purpose? Do you have a plan for all those notes?" "Of course?" "I thought you - you said you didn't need them - Kacchan. The first note, - that was -" "December 11th, yes."

Izuku looked at him in astonishment as he went on after a shrug, "Admittedly, I wasn't really sure about it all back then, but as time went on… I thought that if you started something like this, I could take it further." "Until New Year's Eve." "Exactly." "With a plan." Katsuki nodded and Izuku had never felt a stronger need to kiss him than at that moment. So close, so familiar, within reach. Kacchan's eyes watched him, intense and attentive, and something in Izuku gave way. An unexpected gentle understanding poured into his mind like warm honey, coating all the places where worry had gnawed or fear had taken root. Katsuki played along. It was Christmas, they were together, and Kacchan had demanded the hug. He'd had a plan since December eleventh. Everything inside him squeezed as he wondered about the goal of the plan, as he looked up at Kacchan's waiting face, not a hand's breadth away. Izuku allowed himself the wondrous thought that they both wanted this, that there was nothing to worry about. That this was really happening. Izuku wanted Kacchan. And Katsuki wanted Deku. The thought was enough to make him stand on his toes and brush his mouth over a heated cheekbone. He felt Kacchan's whole body shudder, paused in his position until he could take a deep breath and then stepped back. "Merry Christmas, Kacchan."

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