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gerec · 1 year

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HOLIDAY FIC RECS - UPDATED!!!

Yay it's holiday time again and I'm a-rolling in with an updated rec list for my fandom lovelies :D :D :D

Walking in a Winter Wonderland by TurtleTotem

Charles hasn’t seen Erik since their devastating breakup ten years ago. He’s certainly the last person he expects to run into at a Christmas lights display.

Terrible Hanukkah Sweaters and Other Life Challenges by professor (series)

“Why am I here again?” Erik groans.

“I need you to lift things and glower at people over my shoulder when I tell people that it’s not ‘politically correct’ or a ‘war on Christmas’ to have a non-denominational winter holiday festival,” says Theresa Pryde.

Well, at least those are two things he’s good at.

soul of my soul by ikeracity

You can imprint on your soulmate anywhere — school, work, on the street, in a restaurant, on the subway. Charles and Erik imprint on each other just in time for the holidays.

The Holiday Lights Battle by so_shhy

Some people take their Christmas lights a little too seriously. Erik is one of those people. So is his new neighbour, Sebastian Shaw.

Winter Song by ikeracity

They manage to make time to be together on New Year’s Eve 1999 into 2000.

table for three by pocky_slash

Erik should have known to call ahead to the Chinese restaurant–it’s Christmas Eve and he lives in a predominantly Jewish neighborhood, after all. But before he can go home to mourn the loss of another one of his mother’s yearly traditions, he’s accosted by a teenage girl with a strange proposition–that he should stay and have dinner with her and her mother, instead.

December, Take Two by mabyn

Charles has no problem being in the same room as his ex at Emma’s holiday party. They’re adults, after all.

Mistletoe, Latkes, and Long-term Revenge Strategies by pocky_slash

Charles knows that Erik hates working at a department store in the best of times. Being Jewish in a department store during the holiday season is far from the best of times. He does what he can to help.

In the Bleak Midwinter by keire_ke

It is not easy to find out, well into the second decade of the twenty-first century, that your mother arranged a marriage for you. It is even less easy to convince her that you have no interest in the very fertile Magda, she of the wide hips and lustrous auburn hair. Fortunately, with a good friend at his side over the holiday weekend, Erik is sure he will prevail.

All We Are We Are by kianspo

Charles's boyfriend breaks up with him days before the holidays. Not willing to ruin anyone else's festive mood, Charles hides this fact from his sister and his friends, and retreats into the family mansion, letting the world move on without him. He's flirting with depression when a one-time ex and a long-term friend surprises him. Long-kept secrets are revealed, and it turns out, Charles hasn't been paying attention to the right things.

Where The Heart Is by professor

It's Christmas, and Charles is sick, and alone. Until he's not.

The Haunting of Erik Lehnsherr: A Christmas Carol by TurtleTotem

Erik's business partner, Emma Frost, died seven years ago. This Christmas Eve, her ghost returns, dragging the chains of eternal torment, to say he can avoid her fate only through the visitation of three spirits, who will show him the mistakes of his past.

festival of lights by pocky_slash

A series of ficlets featuring Erik celebrating Hanukkah in various verses.

Watching the Stars Slide Down by groovyphilia

Seventeen-year-old Charles Xavier is ridiculously wealthy, and is used to being paraded around for show at his mother’s high-society Christmas parties. He’s always been rather sporting about it, and dutifully rubs shoulders with the elite every year in the glitz of the mansion ballroom.

This year, he meets a man by the name of Erik Lehnsherr.

New Way Home by luninosity

Christmas at the mansion (written November 2011). All the festive holiday fluffiness in the world; protective Erik; tiny bit of emotional h/c near the end; realizations of love.

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And of course these classics by Yahtzee (see linked post):

Somewhere I’m Going & Have Never Been Before

Made To Be Broken

Xmas in Connecticut

Red, Gold, and Green

#gerec rambles #cherik #xmfc #holiday favorites #holiday fic rec #gerec's fic rec #fic rec #holiday 2022

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angelasscribbles · 1 year

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The Best Christmas Ever

Series: None, this is a one-shot and you can find those here.

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Riley x Max

Rating: G

Warnings for this chapter: none

Word Count: 2,181

A/N: This is an ask from @squid-princess-teach-swallow from my follower prompt list/wheel event. The ask was for Max x fluff x embarrassing.

I'm also submitting it to @choicesholidays for the prompt "I'm so glad we found each other" and tagging @maxwell-beaumont-appreciation

My other stuff: Master List.

Maxwell Beaumont flung his car door open and jumped out. He was late.

He hurried up the driveway to his childhood home hoping they hadn’t started dinner without him.

“Sorry, I’m late!” He called as he stomped the snow from his boots and flung his jacket in the general direction of the coat rack.

The sound of laughter floated out of the sitting room as he made his way down the hall. An affectionate smile played across his face as he regarded his friends and family getting along.

Bertrand was seated on the plush, oversized beige sofa with his wife Savannah on one side of him and Riley on the other. Liam and Drake stood behind the sofa looking over his shoulders at something.

“What’s everyone doing?” He asked then his steps faltered as he noticed the large photo album in his brother’s lap. His good mood turned to horror, “No!”

Riley looked up with a sparkle in her eye, “Bert’s been showing us pictures from your childhood, Max! And telling us stories!”

“Oh, no…we don’t have to do that! Isn’t dinner ready?” Max asked in distress.

“We were waiting for you!” Riley told him.

“It’s fine,” Savannah said, “a few more minutes won’t hurt.”

“But-“ Max was sure that he did not want his friends and family telling the woman he was secretly in love with about his childhood.

“Ah, what a cute dog!” Riley pointed to a photo of both boys hugging a Labrador retriever.

Max smiled, “Her name was Penny. She was a great dog!” This wasn’t so bad. Just focus on the dog.

“Wasn’t she a rescue?” Liam asked.

“She was,” Max agreed, “She was one when we got her and I was seven. Our father explained how dog years worked and I thought it was really cool that we were the same age!”

“Oh Max, that’s so cute!” Riley smiled at him and a flush of pleasure crept across his face.

Of course, his brother had to ruin it, “Yes but when she turned two, Max cried for a week.”

“Why?” Savannah asked in puzzlement.

“He thought since she was turning fourteen, she wouldn’t want to hang out with him anymore,” Bertrand answered, “because he was still only eight.”

“That’s hilarious!” Drake said.

“I think it’s cute!” Riley gave him a sympathetic glance as everyone else laughed.

“Thank you,” Max said as he walked around to stand in front of the sofa ready to snatch the album from his brother’s grasp if necessary.

Bertrand flipped the page.

“Oh, I didn’t know you wore glasses when you were younger!” Riley glanced from the photo album to his face.

“He didn’t,” Bertrand explained, “Somehow he got it in his head that wearing glasses was what made you smart.”

“Oh, so they were fake.”

“Yeah, yeah, they were fake!” Max agreed shooting a death glare at his brother.

“No,” Bertrand contradicted him, “he convinced our parents that he was having trouble seeing and got them to take him to an ophthalmologist where he pretended he couldn’t read the eye chart.”

“No!” Riley gasped in delight, “He did not!”

“Oh, he did,” Bertrand assured her, “then he suffered with blurry vision for a month before finally confessing.”

“I hate you,” Max said yanking the album out of Bertrand’s hands.

“Oh, come on!” Bertrand protested, “We’re just having fun!”

“Yeah, Max!” Riley agreed, “I love hearing stories about your childhood!”

“Really?” He felt his heart do a little flip.

“Really.” She assured him.

“Oh! I have one!” Drake exclaimed, “You’re going to love this one, Brooks!”

Max ran a hand down his face with a groan, “Not the fucking closet story!”

“Yes, the closet story!” Drake chortled, “They had come to the palace to visit. We were playing hide and seek-“

“No, we weren’t!” Max interrupted, “I was hiding from you because I broke your favorite action figure and I was afraid you were going to murder me!”

“Whatever,” Drake said dismissively before plunging on, “He wouldn’t come out of the damn closet and his parents were ready to leave so I threatened to suck the air out of the closet!”

“But he still wouldn’t come out,” Liam added.

“He was a very stubborn child.” Bertrand supplied.

“What happened?” Riley asked, looking from Liam to Drake to Max.

Max picked up the story, “I was sitting in that closet and I see a straw slide under the door and I hear a sucking sound….”

“He came hauling ass out of that closet like he was about to die!” Drake howled.

“Yeah,” Liam broke in, “he broke the door, it had to be replaced.”

“I really thought I was going to die!” Max shook his head, “You were all assholes!”

“It was a straw under a closet door!” Drake scoffed.

“I was six!”

“Remember when you fell out of the window and broke your arm?” Liam asked.

Max sighed as his head tipped back and he looked up to heaven for guidance.

“How did he fall out a window?” Riley asked.

“Our parents sent him to his room for setting his pet crabs loose in the house and he was leaning out the window crying-“

“Wait, you had pet crabs?” she asked in astonishment.

“They were the little ones that go in the aquarium with your fish.” Bertrand offered.

“Okay. Why were you leaning out the window?” Riley directed the question to Max.

“I wanted my peacocks to hear, and any servants that were outside,” he answered, “I was being dramatic. I wanted the world to know I’d been wronged. Those crabs were falsely imprisoned and they wanted to be free!”

“Anyway,” Bertrand continued, “he leaned too far and fell out! But no one knew it had happened, he had to ring the doorbell to get back in!”

The room was howling with laughter.

“Okay, okay, I was a dork but why are we only picking on me?” Max asked, “Remember the time you asked mom why there were different colors of people?”

“Yes,” Bertrand responded, “She told me it was because God wanted a variety of flavors.”

“Unfortunate word choice,” Max said, “for three years, Bert thought that when people died, God ate them!”

“No, he did not!” Savannah wiped tears of mirth from her eyes.

“Yes, he did!” Max replied smugly.

“Fine, but one time when he was about eight, Max found dad’s driver’s permit and started crying hysterically,” Bertrand put the focus right back on his brother, “It took us almost an hour to get him to calm down enough to tell us what was wrong.”

“What was it?” Riley asked.

“He saw the expiration date and thought that was when he was going to die.”

“Yes, well….in my defense, when things expire, we throw them away, I thought the expiration date was for him, not the permit.”

“Ah, Max, that’s sweet!” Riley said, “You were a sensitive child!”

“We should probably get to dinner now,” Bertrand stood up and turned back to help Savannah up.

Max had been returning the photo album to the shelf, he turned and tripped over the coffee table, “Ow!”

He caught himself but his shin was going to be bruised.

“You okay?” Riley stayed behind as the rest of the group trailed out of the sitting room and into the dining room.

“I’m fine,” he assured her as he sank onto the loveseat grasping his leg, “nothing hurt but my pride.”

Riley sat down next to him, “Hey, I hope you aren’t upset about the pictures and the stories.”

“What?” he glanced at her face then back down at his leg as he mumbled, “No, I mean, they were just embarrassing…”

“I don’t think they were embarrassing, Max,” she told him, “I think you were an adorable child and the stories were funny but cute.”

“Yeah?” He looked back up at her and his heart skipped a beat. His face flushed.

Why couldn’t he just tell her how he felt?

She and Liam had formed a close friendship during the social season but had agreed that a romantic connection wasn’t in the cards. There had been a spark, yes. But it had never exploded into a flame.

He had been terrified she would leave at the end of the season but she had decided to stay and finish out her graduate studies at Cordonia University.

“Yeah,” she said, “Now, why were you late? Is everything okay?”

“Oh, I, ah…” he flushed an even deeper shade of red as he fumbled in his pocket, “I was picking something up. I wanted to give you this before you left to spend Christmas with your family.”

She glanced down as he thrust a small velvet box into her hands, “I can open it now?”

“If you want.” He still hadn’t met her eyes.

She opened the lid to reveal a delicate gold chain with a golden phoenix curled around a brilliant sapphire. Her mouth fell open as she pulled it out of the case, “Max!”

“You don’t like it! It’s okay, I can return it-“

“Shut up!” She slapped his chest, “It’s beautiful and I love it!”

“You do?” He asked hopefully.

“I do! It’s gorgeous! But-“

His face fell, “But what?”

“Nothing, just, this had to be really expensive and-“

“And it’s too much, isn’t it? I’m sorry! I knew I shouldn’t have-“

“Max, stop! That’s not what I was going to say!”

“Sorry, what were you going to say?” He stared down at his lap while silently cursing himself for being so utterly bad at this.

“It is expensive…I’m just wondering what it means.”

“I saw it and it reminded me of you. All the crap you’ve been through in your life but you just rise from the ashes every time….what?” The way she was looking at him made him stop breathing.

“Nothing,” She said slowly, “could you put it on for me?”

She handed him the necklace then turned her back and lifted her hair.

His hands shook as he attempted to fasten the clasp. He was successful on the third try.

When she turned back toward him, she fingered the necklace thoughtfully. Her voice was soft as she said, “You know, this is the kind of thing you usually give a girlfriend, not just a friend.”

Max froze as panic sliced through him.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

As he struggled to formulate a response, she reached out and touched his cheek gently, “Do you ever think of me like that?”

“I….yes…I just didn’t think that you…I mean, you probably don’t …..I’m sure you don’t-“

She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.

His body jolted in surprise before melting into her with relief, happiness, and awed amazement.

“Maxwell! Riley!” Bertrand’s voice boomed from the other room, “Are you coming to dinner or not?”

They pulled apart, both a little breathless.

“In a minute!” Max yelled back.

“We should go,” Riley said.

“Can we talk when you get back from the states?”

“About that,” she replied, “I got you something too, I wasn’t sure if you’d like it, but now…”

“You didn’t have to get me anything, Riley!” He told her, “The fact that you like me is already the greatest gift I could get!”

“That’s so sweet, Max! And I know I didn’t have to, but, this is as much for me as it is for you.”

Curiosity swirled through him, “What is it?”

“A plane ticket,” she answered shyly.

“A plane ticket?” He repeated in confusion.

“Yeah, I was hoping you’d come with me.”

He blinked in surprise, “You want me to come with you to visit your family for Christmas?”

Riley felt her face heat as she responded, “Only if you want to! It’s okay if you don’t!”

Max’s face broke into the widest grin she’d ever seen, and that was saying a lot, “I would love to spend Christmas with you! I’d go anywhere with you, Riley!”

“Seriously you two! What’s taking so long?” Liam called.

“We’re not waiting anymore, I’m hungry!” Drake yelled.

“Coming!” They yelled back together.

Max jumped up from the loveseat and offered her his hand.

She took it.

He pulled her to her feet and they started for the dining room, hand in hand.

“So, am I like your boyfriend now?” He asked, his heart pounding in his chest.

She smiled as she cut a sidelong glance at him, “Oh, absolutely!”

“This is the best Christmas ever!” He told her as joy suffused his entire being.

And he meant it. Everything in his life had come down to this.

He had been slowly falling in love with her since that first night in New York. He’d never dreamed she would return those feelings.

As the snow continued to fall outside, they gathered around the table with family and friends. It was almost Christmas, he had a sister-in-law, a nephew on the way, and a girlfriend.

Riley was his girlfriend.

The thought made him feel like he might explode from happiness overload, and for the first time since his mother died, Christmas actually felt joyous.

#maxwell beaumont #trr au #maxwell x mc #holiday 2022 #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #angelasscribbles #choicesholidays #christmas

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 1 year

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Ite officially our annual cookie day in our house. So far we've made-

Gingerbread cookies

Peanut butter chocolate chip cookies

Peanut butter chocolate chip walnut cookies

Christmas M&M cookies

Acorn Cookies w/ festive sprinkles

Double chocolate cookies

Peanut butter chocolate chip bars w/festive sprinkles

No Bakes (special request)

Still to come saturday-

Buckeye Balls, chocolate fudge, peanut butter fudge and chex mix.

Then I have to make cinnamon loaf, blueberry loaf, and double chocolate loaf for a secret santa gift.

#happy holidays #holiday 2022 #personal #baking the day away

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frecklesandfanfics · 1 year

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/43321690/chapters/108897049

Merry Christmas!

The cashier’s name tag reads Vera, and Vera is excellent at looking upset. “You have terrible timing, you’re too late,” she answers, “Jake and Abby, they went about six months apart. He had a heart attack, they think, and drove straight off Canyon Bridge. And poor Abby just went in her sleep one night. They said–”

Who is they, exactly?

“They said she died of grief, really. About a year ago, now, I guess.”

“That’s awful,” Bellamy says, and means it. Jake and Abby had never been anything but kind to him. He had imagined finding them a little grayer, but much the same.

#bellarke #fanfic #bellamy blake #clarke fucking griffin #jackie writes!#monty green #jasper jordan #childhood friends #Christmas #holiday 2022 #1/4

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aerynwrites · 1 year

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okay here are some holiday prompts for you! :3

•getting cold and jayce warms up your hands

•making snow angels (with either of them)

•making christmas cookies and/or hot chocolate(with either of them)

you don’t have to do all of these ofc, just whichever one piques your interest!

Ahhh thank you for these adorable ideas Jams!! I had to go with Jayce warming up your hands Bc just…yes.

Hope you enjoy!

Baby it’s Cold Outside

Jayce x GN!Reader

Word count: 674

Warnings: none

You’ve always loved winter and the holiday season that comes with it.

The lights and the holiday markets, cookies, hot chocolate, a roaring fire in the hearth. You love it all.

The fire is what sounds the most appealing right now though.

It’s the opening night of the winter market in Piltover, and Jayce had surprised you with dinner and a night at the market to follow.

Despite both of you donning thick coats, scarves and even gloves, the temperature drops much faster and harsher than you had hoped. A fact Jayce is none the wiser to as you both walked down the aisles of tents.

He is practically a walking furnace, never cold no matter what, it seems like. You on the other hand…your fingers feel like icicles and despite your best efforts to hide your shivers until you get to the hot chocolate stand, Jayce takes notice.

Shoulders tucked up to your ears subconsciously, you aren’t paying attention when he calls your name the first time, only giving him your attention when a leather clad hand slides down your arm.

“Hey, wait.” His gentle plea stops you in your tracks, and this time you can’t suppress the full body shiver that rocks you.

Jayce’s brows pull together tightly and he immediately starts reaching for his hat, tugging it from his head.

“Babe, why didn’t you tell me you were cold?” He chastises gently, tugging his toboggan over your head and settling the warm wool over your ears.

“Be-because I’m not c-cold!” You try to argue, cursing your shivering.

Jayce just shakes his head, lips tugging upwards slightly. “Your shivering would say otherwise,” he points out. “Here.”

Before you can stop him he’s tugging his gloves off and reaching for your own which are tucked away in your pockets. You offer them willingly, smiling when he tugs your gloves off and immediately envelopes your chilled hands in his own much warmer ones.

The sigh you let out is involuntary and makes Jayce laugh, eyes sparkling.

“Told you.”

You scoff, stepping closer to him in a conscious effort to share in more of his warmth.

“Well I’m sorry I’m not a walking furnace like you are,” you tease, looking up at him from where you lean against his chest.

Jayce simply brings your hands up, pressing a quick kiss to both before wrapping them up again.

“You should have told me you were cold. We could have gone back home,” he says gently.

You shake your head. “I thought I could make it to the hot coco cart.” You admit sheepishly. “And plus…I like spending time with you. I don’t want to go home yet.”

At your confession, Jayce smiles. That bright award winning smile you’ve loved from day one.

“How do you do that?” He asks, shaking his head as he releases your hands just long enough to retrieve his gloves he had tucked away in his jacket.

You look up at him again, confusion tugging at your brows as he slowly tugs his gloves onto your hands, still warm from his own.

“Do what?”

Still smiling he leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips before pulling away just enough to wrap his arms around your waist.

“Make me love you so much?”

If you were cold before, Jayce’s words chase away any remaining chill. Warmth spreads from your chest right down to your fingertips as he gazes down at you.

You shake your head, nuzzling into his chest to hide your now burning face.

“I don’t know. The same way you make me love you, I guess.”

You feel him press another kiss to the top of your head, the sensation muted by the toboggan but still butterfly enduring all the same.

“Let’s go get some hot chocolate,” he says, nudging you away only to lead you towards the vendor cart.

You simply nod, smiling up at him as you both make your way through the market once more.

This time, hand in hand and much warmer than before.