#very late yule fic

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slytherin boys: pet names for you

authors note: heavily inspired by them slytherin boys react tiktoks i keep seeing everywhere. readers gender isnt specified.

possible tw: over working yourself (idk), mention of weed/being stoned, bullying possibly if you squint, drinking

Draco Malfoy;

- darling

- i feel like he'd use it in a slightly mocking tone before you guys became offical but after it would the most common pet name he used

"you should leave harry and his friends alone!" Draco wasnt known as the nicest boy in hogwarts, which didnt suprise you after seeing his relentless behaviour to the so called 'chosen one'. "oh yeah, darling?" he quipped back. God he was insufferable.

"darling? you here?" Your boyfriend had just got back from quidditch practice. You could tell he was exhausted the way he stumbled into his dorm already taking his uniform off and slumping it into the washing basket. He worked really hard but you knew best how he could over work himself. When he saw you his face softened. You outstretched your arms allowing him to enter them. "i'm going to take a shower first." At least he was taking care of himself.

Mattheo Riddle;

- bro is such a princess/prince man

- it obviously comes with the princess/prince treatment ig

- similiar to Draco he would tease you with it before dating but after seeing you blush and stutter, why would he ever stop using it?

You had came late to Snape's lesson, which was your first mistake; struggling to find your seat was the second. "sir, there aren't any seats left." Snape glared over at you clearly bothered by your disruption. "well miss/mr (l/n) if you had not arrived late to my lesson, there may have been a seat left for you." and with that he resumed his original task. "there's a seat next to me, princess/prince." Turning your head to meet the one and only Dark Lord's son, only to see him nodding towards the empty seat next to him and his fave plastered with a big smirk. "o-oh, erm... thank you" Did he just call you princess/prince?

It was if your own knees had betrayed you giving out underneath you and causing you to collapse onto the common room couch. You were exhausted all the exams and revision had really taking it out of you, not to mention quidditch practice in the early hours of the morning. "Hey, Princess/Prince." The sound of his voice was comforting and caused you to snuggle into his side. "You okay?" before Mattheo could get a reply, you had already drifted off.

Theodore Nott;

- angel (i couldnt decide between theo and enzo)

- he wouldn't use this to tease you at all he would use it more when he's feeling soft lol

Someone's arms sneak around your waist and pull you close to their chest. Startled, you spin on your heels ready to bitch slap this boy into next week. When you're met with the handsome face of your boyfriend, that idea goes out the window. He pulls you furthur into him and rests his head in your neck. "Hello, Angel. Have you missed me?" You whine causing Theo to chuckle into your neck.

Lorenzo Berkshire;

- sweetheart

- enzo is just a soft boy being raised by women he knows how to treat them right too

The night of the yule ball was finally happening. Lorenzo had made it his mission to get you as his date and when it had finally happened, it was safe to say the boy couldnt be happier. He was on his way to collect you from your dorm. Knocking on the door, he could hear you on the other side before the door opened revealing you in your ball attire. "wow you look- you look amazing. No not amazing, you look stunning, sweetheart." You giggled at his antics. "give me a spin?" You spun showing off the outfit, pansy had helped you chose.

Blaise Zabini;

- babe

- i feel like blaise is very whiny lol and he would definitely drag out the 'e' on babe espeacially when hes stoned (i need to write a fic aboutstoned blaise hes stuck in my head)

Common room parties were common, if you excuse the pun. You had been to many through out your years in slytherin and enjoyed the laughter and fun you had. Right now though , your in need of another drink. Your boyfriend had other plans though and was determind to keep you by his side. He smelt strong of weed and alcohol, he wasn't doing much to cover up the fact he was most definately drunk and stoned. Wriggling out of his grasp, you get up to find another drink. "babeeeee! where you goin?" His words were slurred and his senstences were missing words. He will just have to deal with out you for 2 minutes, you were sure he could manage that.

Tom Riddle;

- lets be honest he'd definitely call you something degrading in and out of the bedroom

- but since we're all delulu he calls you my love

- its a rare occasion as he isn't big on pet names but he does use them

"what are you doing?" Startled by the sudden stern voice, you jump. "i was just seeing if you had a spare tie i could borrow?" You felt shy under his eyes. "oh my love, i didnt mean to scare you." He reached a hand out to you so you could take it and lead you over to his bedside draw. He pulled a tie out for you. "now lets see of i can make it up to you for scaring you."

(sorry that its so short idrk how to write for tom without making him look like a complete dick)

idk if i did this correctly but im pretty sure you can request now and id love to hear other peoples ideas. you can request anything (smut, fluff, angst, comfort etc.) for a drabble headcannon, fic etc. so pls doooo.

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Am I requesting again because I love your fics? Yes yes I am AND IM NOT SORRY. Theo x ftm Reader (but like reader is Pansy’s brother ^3^) I feel like this HAS POTENTIAL but if you want to completely make ur own storyline be my guest because I trust you more than I trust my brain ٩( ᐛ )و

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Pansy’s Brother (Chapter One) — yandere! theodore nott x ftm! parkinson! reader

WARNINGS: aggression, stalking, possessive behavior, overprotective behavior, enzo berkshire bashing (done by theo)

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You bite your nails nervously, rocking back and forth on your feet. Your sister must notice, because she gently pulls your hand away from your mouth, smoothing down your hair, and kissing the top of your head.

“They’ll love you, Y/N. Don’t worry.”

“Enz’ll be there?” You ask softly.

A faint blush settles along her cheeks. “Y-yes. Lorenzo will be there,” she says in an oddly formal tone, clearing her throat in a very inconspicuous manner. “Ahem. But that’s not important. Um. Anyways. Stop laughing. Put your tie on, we’re going to be late.”

You snicker once more. “Sure, not important.”

She swats your arm lightly. “Dickhead. Hurry up.”

“Oi, Panz, chill out. I dunno how to tie a bow tie.”

She watches you fumble for a minute before rolling her eyes and smacking your hands away. “Stop, this is painful to watch.”

You pout as she takes over, deftly tying the perfect knot. “How do you know how to tie a bowtie?”

“Because I dated Draco for three months. Stop moving.”

You fake gag. “Ew. How was that as an experience?”

“Awful. It was like dating my honorary older brother,” she dramatically shudders, looping her arm through yours as you two begin your long walk to the Great Hall where the Yule Ball is being held.

“Hey, I thought I was the only brother you were allowed to have!” You gasp, mock-offended. “Besides, it couldn’t have been that bad. He’s… uh, conventionally attractive, I guess..?”

“No way, it was terrible. It’d be like if you started dating Enzo.”

“Ew!”

“Exactly.”

~~~

Honestly, Theodore Nott had no idea what to expect when Pansy said that her little brother would be coming to the Ball and that she’d like to introduce him to everyone.

But he certainly wasn’t expecting the most gorgeous guy he’d ever seen, holy Circe?

The Parkinson siblings stepped through the doors of the Great Hall, Pansy dressed to kill in a green satin dress with a risqué slit that went a little too high, in Theo’s opinion. The boys next to him were all but drooling.

“Who’s going to tell Crabbe and Goyle that Panz doesn’t even know they exist?” Mattheo leans in to whisper with a sly grin.

“Not it,” Theo snickered, observing Pansy with respectful, but distant, interest.

She really was stunning—but it was in the same way that sunsets and fireworks are stunning. Beautiful, but purely in an aesthetic way.

Following a half step behind her, a rather timid figure followed. Pansy navigated her way through the crowd, presumably her brother trailing along behind her.

She stopped in front of the boys, waving with a friendly grin. “Hey, guys! This is Y/N. Y/N, these losers are Theodore and Mattheo, and obviously you already know Enzo,” Pansy introduced, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Her brother, Y/N, straightened when his sister said his name, an odd gleam in his eye and look of relief on his face that Theodore couldn’t quite figure out. He held out his hand with a rather charming grin, the meek boy from before now exuding confidence as he shook each of their hands.

Theodore shook his hand when Y/N reached him, surprised by how dainty Y/N’s hand felt in his. Y/N made up for it, however, with a firm grip and a charismatic smile that made Theo’s stomach flip.

The Parkinson boy wore a well-tailored three piece suit that accentuated his build. It was the same shade of green as his sister’s dress, but the vest was a nice tawny tartan tweed, with shiny brown shoes to match. His expensive cufflinks sparkled under the candlelight, and his dark gray bow tie brought out his eyes.

Y/N Parkinson looked fucking hot.

Theo’s reverie was interrupted by laughter and Enzo’s voice saying, “You look handsome as hell, Y/N.”

Y/N grinned, a faint blush on his cheeks. Enzo laughed and slung his arm over the younger boy’s shoulders in a friendlier-than-‘we-just-met’ way.

Theo’s gaze broke away from where he was ogling the boy, snapping over to his friend.

How the fuck did Enzo Berkshire already know this hot guy?

A lick of white-hot jealousy flared through him. Enzo wasn’t even that cute! And he was dumb! Theo was way smarter!

He saw the way the youngest Parkinson smiled at Enzo, all teeth, and felt his blood practically boil with rage. One word kept floating about his head, from the second he lay eyes on his friend’s little brother.

Mine.

~~~

“So…Theo was looking at you a lot.”

“He was?” Your head snapped upwards and your eyes lit up as you thought about the pretty brunette with the dead eyes and the overall talk-to-me-and-they’ll-never-find-your-body demeanor from last night.

“Yep. He also kinda like, threatened my life once you left,” Enzo shrugged, splitting off half of his licorice wand and handing it to you. “Dunno why.”

“He didn’t say?”

“Nope. Although I kinda sort of maybe got the impression that he’s got a… oh, what’s the word? big fat humongous crush on you. Not that it’s obvious or anything.”

“Ah. Not a man of subtlety, I take it?”

“He’s been watching us since we sat down,” Enzo said through a his teeth behind a fake smile.

“Wh-”

“Don’t turn around. Bitch, what are you doing- I just said- fuck it. I give up,” he throws his hands up in exasperation and sits back in his chair.

You scan the occupants of The Three Broomsticks, seeing no one acting out of the ordinary. You sigh and turn back to your irked friend.

Enzo rolls his eyes at you. “Dumbass.”

“Dipshit.”

You both grin at each other.

On the other side of the room, tucked underneath the deep hood of a thick winter cloak, Theodore Nott simmered with rage.

~~~

“Thanks for walking me back. I’m pretty sure Pansy would kill me, and then you, if I got lost or something,” you take another sip of your butterbeer as the two of you trek back to the castle, the dusky sky bathing you both in a faint glow and making the biting snowflakes in the air shine like tiny crystals.

“Yeah. Speaking of Pansy…” Enzo trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yes, you can date her. No, I won’t go but-she’s-my-sister-and-I’m-her-brother apeshit on you.”

He gapes at you. “You knew?”

“Enz. Love. Sweetie pie. Anyone with eyes could tell that you like her, and she likes you right back. Go ask her out, coward.”

“Fuckhead,” Enzo retorted, giving you a tiny grateful smile.

~~~

Theo watched from afar with barely-contained jealousy. The pair was too far away to clearly hear, and the snow underfoot crunched too loudly for him to move closer, so Theo was stuck.

A sudden gust of wind sent a flurry of snowflakes into his face, and he made a face at the unpleasant chill. With the wind, however, carried a voice.

Your voice.

“Enz. Love. Sweetie pie. A…” your voice trailed off as the wind died down, becoming indistinct again.

Theo snapped.

No. No. No. No, you weren’t allowed to say things like that to other boys. You weren’t even allowed out with other boys. You were his, and Theodore had waited far long enough.

It was time for him to take back what was rightfully his.

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Chapter Two

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Re: your recent response about Draco wearing blue - fashion is not something I tend to pick up on (or understand very well generally), so I’m always curious to hear more about it! Do you have any other fashion thoughts you want to elaborate on? You’ve talked a bit about Draco and Hermione’s fashion, what about Harry or Ron?

Aw, yeah! I'll preface this by saying that the following is a combination of canon and headcanon; some of this is evidenced in the text of the fic, but some of it probably isn't, it's just something that's in my head when describing them.

Harry's pretty small in Lionheart, as a consequence of chronic malnutrition in childhood mixed with a genetic predisposition to it (James is canonically a short king, cf. "Hairy Little Christmas.") That means a lot of his muggle clothes don't fit well, being hand-me-downs from Dudley; in contrast, his school robes, which we know he got tailored at Malkin's, seem to fit normally (i.e., Harry fits better in the magical world, it's his home, it suits him). In general, Harry's fashion is "adequate, but not great," which makes sense; he never had the chance to choose his own clothes growing up, and then he went to boarding school with a uniform, so when would he develop a sense of style? Honestly, it's a relief for him to have one fewer decisions to make.

Like Ron, Harry's uniform isn't super meticulous, but he seems to make an effort. He does his tie and keeps his shirt clean, etc. (which makes sense; Harry cares about belonging here). When we see Harry out of uniform, he's usually wearing baggy t-shirts and jeans, which are the least nice clothes you could give to someone while still expecting them to last; they're also clothes that fit loose and hang long on his body (very late-80's + early 90's).

Ron, on the other hand, doesn't have any qualms about belonging in the magical world; he was born to it. This manifests as a laziness with his robes. He doesn't bother with his tie as much, if at all, and when he does it's not the right knot (Draco points it out in Book 3); since he's the brother of not one but two Head Boys, we have to assume that's deliberate, or that at some extent his lack of attention is a deliberate manifestation of something. Ron is youngest boy, he has self-esteem issues, and the way this manifests is by Ron never asking for anything and then getting sour when nothing goes his way. He doesn't try, so he can't feel bad when he fails. Besides which, when Ron does try to dress nice, it backfires; it's either an uncomfortable costume, like in "Operation Prewett," or it's a horrible hand-me-down, e.g. the Yule Ball outfit. Contrast him with the other Weasley boys, many of whom — especially the three oldest — have their own cultivated aesthetics, because they all know who they are. Ron is figuring that out, and it manifests in stylistically messy ways.

#fun fact: the scene with Harry and Draco at Madame Malkins is a scene I axed for efficiency #but I like to imagine they both went they just did on a different day #I looped back around to it at the end of book 3 like oh haha actually Narcissa prefers Savile Row #like I get why Harry's here — why is Draco putting off his tailoring until they're about to leave? #come to think of it: Draco grew up in a pureblood family. Doesn't he already own a set of robes? Or several? #Are the Hogwarts robes That Different from the bog-standard garment you'd have in your wardrobe as a 10y/o wizarding child? #this is of no consequence whatsoever #except on the set-dressing question of what it is the hogwarts robes actually look like #because the movies give us this simple (easily mass-produced for their billion extras) black hooded situation #I THOUGHT I read somewhere that the ties-by-house theme was fanon but I cannot be arsed to check #I just know that Harry is able to clock people by their House even when he doesn't know their names #which implies to me there's a visual marker; either a badge or a tie #greenteacup asks

[blackthunder137]

🤎 You are the sun- send me this emoji and a scenario. you and theodore in a ball and he wants a kiss from you but, you have lipstick on. also, he is VERY touchy but, your two brothers are watching him and ofc, you just fall in his traps. YOU DESERVE THE LOVE<3333

Theo wants a kiss from you while dancing

Writer's Note- Awh, thank you lovely. You are amazing. I'm sorry this was late. I was busy with assignments and stuff. This is my first time writing headcanons for Theo. Written in fic style but I guess that's good? I hope this is good. Do tell me how this is <3.

Theodore Nott's masterlist

You were getting ready for the annual Yule Ball, putting on lipstick and adjusting your gown. Theodore Nott, your date, was waiting for you.

Before leaving and stepping down the stairwell, you looked in the mirror one last time.

He couldn't take his gaze away from you the instant he saw you. He was left speechless. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

You smirked and linked your arms with his, and the two of you made your way to "The Great Hall" and entered as the doors opened.

The dance had begun, and everyone was moving their bodies to the relaxing music.

You slipped your hands around his neck, and his hands were around your waist.

He was pleading with you for a kiss. You were breathtakingly beautiful. He couldn't possibly resist kissing you.

The only problem was that your brothers were watching you two dance.

Even so, he managed to persuade you to kiss him. He drew you in a little tighter. That unexpected movement makes you gasp.

"I want a kiss since you are looking gorgeous," he mumbles as he leans in closer to your ears.

You looked at him and whispered. "Babe, I'm wearing lipstick."

He grumbled and returned to his former position. He has this adorable smirk on his face that you can never resist. He looked so adorable, but you didn’t want to kiss him in front of your two brothers, who were watching you for so long.

"Stop making that face," you said quietly. Your response caused him to raise his brows. You knew he was trying to get you to kiss him using one of his tricks. You weren't going to fall for it today.

"Stop that," you said, as you glared at him. "This time I'm serious. My brothers are watching us and I don’t want to do anything embarrassing. " 

He responded with his signature smirk and went on "Kissing me is not embarrassing. You know that." 

You rolled your eyes, and when he swayed you again, he tightened his grip around your waist and pulled you in closer. Both bodies were colliding against each other. You and Theo were as close as ever. The two of you breathing heavily, inches away from kissing. 

His hands roamed around your back. Sending shivers down your spine. He knew exactly what to do to make you kiss him. 

"I know you want to kiss me," he replied, biting his lower lip. "Do it right now, babe. You need it as well. "

You couldn't stay away from him. You knew you were going to lose this fight. You wasted no time in slamming your lips into his. He drew you even closer.

His tongue slipped into your mouth. You both groaned and moaned your way into the kiss. Your tongues were at war, and it appeared that this could quickly escalate into something more than a kiss.

The two of you pulled away for air. You didn't care about your brothers until you got a chance to look at them. They had already begun to dance.

Theo drew you back in, and the two of you swayed to the music once more. "See, it wasn't so horrible now, was it?" He began.

You said, "I hate you," and he replied, "I love you too." You chuckled at his response and started swaying.

The rest of the dance was spent with just you two and no one else, enjoying gorgeous and romantic moments.

#theo obsessed anon <3 #may's headcanons #theodore nott #theodore nott blurb #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott icons #lorenzo zurzolo #theodore nott x fem!reader #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott x you #theo nott oneshot #theo nott fluff #theo nott imagine #theo nott x reader #theo nott x you #theo nott x y/n #theodore nott aesthetic #theodore nott fanfiction #theodore nott fic #theo nott fic #theo nott #theo nott aesthetic #theodore nott fluff #hp fanfcition #hp fandom #i hope this is good #* :☆ﾟmay writes

[incalculablepower]

some fics i've liked lately

it's been a weird year. when i made this list of recs back in january i fully intended it to become a monthly thing, but life happened and then i guess it just kept happening. in early 2023 things were ramping up in my new career, i was practicing and playing a lot with my band to prepare for our first show, i was settling into dealing with depression and anxiety with medication, i was getting over a miserable breakup. then i fell in love. i lost my job (the best and most favourite job i've ever had) abruptly this past may. this is my longest period of unemployment since i was a teenager and while you think it would be the best time to lose yourself in fandom, i felt the opposite. fandom was such a lifeline to me when i had a miserable job and was in a bad relationship and needed an escape but i was very present in my own life this summer. i took my partner to visit my family and spent a lot of time with friends and played shows (and recorded some music... shameless self promo once again) and in between i watched so much star trek on my couch. this is such a long preamble to explain why i haven't been fandoming as much lately and why idk if i'll write anything again anytime soon (let's say, once i have a job i want to procrastinate at) but -- i HAVE been reading fic! not as much as before, but i have been, and there's enough for a fic rest list so that's what i'm giving you today. when times are dire [podfic] - @aibidil

drarry. i have such a soft spot for middle aged draco and harry falling in love, the relationships they have with their friends and their grown children. @aibidil reads her own podfics and it's an utter delight. i usually only listen to podfics or audiobooks when i'm doing work around the house but i can going on walks with my headphones just so i could listen to more of this one.

purple haze by @ashesandhackles

romione. i was so so honoured to see this pop up in my ao3 gifts during @thethreebroomsticksfic pride fest this year. it turns the well tread romione ground of shell cottage and the yule ball over a bit, using them as settings to explore a confusing mix of jealousy and sexuality for ron and hermione. ashes knows i love mess with these and it captures that teenage chaos wonderfully, then lets them laugh at it as secure and settled adults.

crookshanks by @ala-baguette

gen. warning that this is a tearjerker, especially if you've ever loved and lost a pet. i think the pure and simple expressions of love and gratitude from crook's pov here would be a comfort to any pet owner.

at some point this year, i got REALLY into the idea of a one-sided dramione. it's hard to look for, especially since it's such a popular ship but i managed to find a few that scratched the itch until i find the time and/or motivation to write one of my own new years eve by 2daughtersofathena, the guardian angel by mylifebelongstothebbc, and a boy of hans by elixirsoflife. the last one being my personal favourite, a grim take on the hanahaki disease trope.

every mother is a grave by witchofimber

this was recced by @whinlatter in @thethreebroomsticksfic discord (btw i feel like no one on my followers lists needs anyone to remind them to read beasts -- but please read beasts) and when i saw "gillian flynn treatment" in the tags i slammed the mark for later button. this is probably the most balanced and realistic portrayals of molly weasley and her role as a mother that i've ever read in hp fic. it's not weasley family fluff but it doesn't devolve into something so flat as bashing either. molly is regular mother with flaws and strengths like anyone else and how they amplify and shift with love and grief and pain and stress and duty and pressure. every single relationship she has with her children is uniquely expressed and the way it ties the past to the direct aftermath of the war is so well done and a great way to organize this giant, messy family. particular care here went into fred and george, giving them their own identities in a way that can be difficult, given the source material. a favourite line:

“Probably have tried to make us name the twins after them.” He stopped laughing, sucked in a breath. “Do you want to?”  For a second she considered it. It would be wonderful, getting to use those names again like living things. But -  “No,” she said. “I - if they were alive, I’d have said no, so I’m saying it now. Let the boys be their own people.”  The truth was that she didn’t want to lose her brothers. To have their faces erased in her memory, painted over with her sons. To have to say no, not THAT Fab, I mean UNCLE Fab - he died before you were born. Anyway, she liked the names Fred and George. It was easier like this. 

the scrunchie by @saintsenara

another fic i've meant to read for ages and finally got around to just yesterday. the background drama of these side characters as a cheap scrunchie from boots floats around them is so perfectly teenage. reminds me of the other series i loved as a teenager around the time HP was coming out: georgia nicolson and gossip girl. i could also compare it to derry girls a little, how despite the environment surrounding them these girls are still being girls, arguing about stupid things and getting crushes on boys and having the absolute most ridiculous blowout fights with your sister (parvati and padma's portrayal here is probably my favourite i've ever read!)

i also can't leave without reccing @saintsenara's wip, one year in every ten. i can't get enough of a good case fic. tomarry/harrymort (both versions of this ship, oddly, apply to this fic) is not something i've ever sought out but i really think the way it's handled here could win over any non-believer. it's sharp and funny in a way that makes it turns into poignancy hit even harder. i screenshotted two full phone screen pages of chapter 27 so i could go back and read them over and over. it might be one of the best things i've ever read from ron's POV (emphasis mine):

It had been a long ten years, with a chair at their table always left empty and a hole in their hearts always unfilled. Grief was exhausting and boring and dully painful, like a slightly sprained ankle which you can still walk on, but which always bothers you a little bit.  But there had been love among the grief. There had been love before the grief - indeed love had caused the grief - and there had been love after. His love for his parents and his siblings had changed, the way wine left in a barrel changes and becomes richer and deeper. There was more sorrow in the love, as he threw a quaffle around with George and saw the tired lines at the corner of his eyes. There was more recrimination, more struggle with the mistakes they had all made in the past, as he finally sat down and had a real chat with mum and dad about how a lifetime of corned-beef sandwiches and maroon jumpers had made him feel. But there was more joy there too. And with joy came forgiveness and understanding and hope and fun.

image used is wildflowers (1915) by tom thomson

#hp fic recs #fic recs #fandom thoughts #too personal #i spent like 2 hours on this after applying for jobs so #proscratinating fandom participant is back #at least a little bit

[ellivenollivander]

Fics & Other Things Baked Beans For Dinner - Garreth Weasley x F!MC (18+) Garreth Weasley has a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. Valentine’s Day - Amit Thakkar x F!MC (Request) (18+) MC loathes Valentine's Day because she's lonely and desperately in love with her best friend. For two Ravenclaws they sure are dumb.

Days Go By Fast - Garreth Weasley x F!MC “It’s not every day that your young man turns eleven, now is it?” In which the Weasley’s eldest son turns 11, and MC wants to throw a big party for him, and then stresses out about it. Her husband comes to the rescue.

Reconciliation - Sebastian Sallow x F!MC (Request) After drifting apart after the events of their fifth year, Sebastian and MC have not spoken in six years. After a grave injury that lands MC in St. Mungos, Sebastian realizes this might be his last chance to make things right, to redeem himself to the only person left he feels the need to do so. A Suitable Home - Leander Prewett x F!MC (Request) Leander has longed for a companion of his own for as long as he can remember; One day, after the couple moves into their first home together, MC brings him home a furry little gift. For The Love Of Merlin - Amit Thakkar x F!MC (Request) Amit Thakkar was once again dragged long on one of MC's many adventures. Turns out, he's just as interested in the company as he is their quest. Drabbles & The Like

Five Times - Garreth Weasley x MC Late for Work - Garreth Weasley x MC Baby's First Swear Word - Leander Prewett

Headcanons Baker Garreth HC Sebastian Sallow Career HC Amit Thakkar Yule Ball HC's (Request) Amit Thakkar SFW Alphabet HC's (Request) Leander Prewett Anxiety/Panic Attack HC's (Request) Leander Prewett's "Type" HC (Request) Soft Leander Prewett HC's (Request) Leander Prewett SFW Alphabet HC's (Request) Leander Prewett Domestic HC's (Request) Leander Prewett Meets The Parents HC’s (Request)

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#masterlist #this is messy and ugly but i just wanted to do it and get it done #ill come back another day and make it prettier maybe

[conkers-thecosy]

Hey there! I was wondering if you had any favorite festive Bagginshield fics! Modern Christmas or Hanukkah or Thanksgiving, or Hobbit-era Yule or harvest festivals... anything that isn't too sad! I'm asking around to different blogs because I have been in a holiday mood lately and want to see what different people have come across!

Hullo! 💛

Oh wow, what a great question! I'll be honest, I haven't read too many of the festive fics myself - this is going to sound weird, I expect, but I only actively seek them out at the right time of year, if that makes sense? But! You're quite right, and 'tis the season, so I'm super excited to see what other folks have recommended, too!

I will say I recently read "Home for the New Year" by the illustrious and ever so clever @chrononautintraining - one of my absolute favourite writers for the Bagginshield fandom. It's an incredibly sweet read, beautifully put together, with lots of domesticity, mutual pining, misunderstandings, willful ignorance from Bilbo, and some very soft and lovely parentshield, in a wonderful reshirement setting 💛 I very highly recommend it if you're looking for something warm and fluffy to keep the cold at bay! (Do mind the rating, though!)

This was a lovely question, I'm sorry I couldnt offer more recs for you. Thank you for including me!

#ask #bagginshield #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #reshirement #fic recs #parentshield

[trianna-phoenix]

Hey there! I was wondering if you had any favorite festive Bagginshield fics! Modern Christmas or Hanukkah or Thanksgiving, or Hobbit-era Yule or harvest festivals... anything that isn't too sad! I'm asking around to different blogs because I have been in a holiday mood lately and want to see what different people have come across!

I’m still pretty new to this fandom so I don’t have a whole lot of recommendations BUT I just finished this fanfic. it’s about Yule and thorin and bilbo have to fake a relationship to fool his family but they end up in love regardless

It’s called Alone This Yuletide by Emsiecat

(It also has some really cool art work by rutabuka!!)

It’s about 90k words and 13 chapters, very well written in my opinion 👍

#bagginshield #fanfic #fanfiction recommendation

[prismaticpichu]

Late night fic food!!! I dunno how much EC hype is gonna distract me or outshine floofy Zack & Seph stuff, so lemme take this window of opportunity to share this little nugget!

No new silly mobile game will ever shake my true love here xD I think the idea is cute! Looking forward to getting back to it!

~~~

Sitting on the couch, Sephiroth gazed at the package in his lap, bulbs of mako-green rippling against the dim light of the apartment.

Zack, in turn, was gazing at him with bright blue eyes, a familiar gleam in them that the general had come to know as pure, unbridled anticipation. He definitely wanted Sephiroth to open whatever he was holding—and he would, really, it was just…

“…What’s the occasion?” Sephiroth asked softly, his visage full of question as he turned to face the boy. When he had received a message to come to Zack’s quarters, a gift was not what he was expecting. It wasn’t Yule, nor his birthday, nor any other holiday that would entail gifts (to his knowledge). And yet it was so typical somehow, for his friend to surprise him.

Zack playfully smirked. “What? I need an occasion to get my pal something?”

“When it’s wrapped, I think so.” Sephiroth drummed his fingers against the sleek blue paper swathing his gift, thoughtful. It had to be something.

“It’s not international boss day yet… is it?”

“Nope,” Zack chirped. “It’s not.”

“International friendship day?” Sephiroth quirked an eyebrow, remembering that Zack was looking forward to that one.

“Nope! That’s next month.”

“…General Appreciation Day?”

“Nopity-nope.”

Sephiroth returned to the package, officially stumped, unable to think of any other occasions that Zack had enlightened him about.

“Just open it, bud.” He could hear Zack’s kind smile in his voice. “You’ll see.”

There was no room left to protest. Not to that softness, not to that sincerity. A velvety warmth sparking in Sephiroth’s chest, reminded once again of his dear friend’s thoughfutlness, the older man obliged. He delicately raked his nails against the wrapping, unwinding and peeling ribbons of tape until he was able to cleanly tear the paper off. That was done just as gently, rending it with both hands… and a plain cardboard shoebox was revealed underneath. Yet it was clear that there was no footwear inside—it was far too light.

Carefully, Sephiroth lifted the lid. Green eyes widened at the sight.

Nestled inside a bed of tissue paper and packing peanuts, islanded in the white sea, was a small plush Ifrit. A deep, vivid orange colored most of its body, save for its silken belt, patterns resembling dancing flames stitched all throughout its arms and legs and stomach. Two appropriately long horns branched from a mask-like jawbone that framed its face and chin, with two beady eyes adorning its noseless visage. Somehow, they had managed to make the hellish summon adorable. But that was besides the point.

Sephiroth withdrew the plushie, silent, cradling it in his gloves.

…He wasn’t exactly one for stuffed toys, and Zack knew that well (although Zack was quite the opposite). There had to be something more to it—some kind of heavier underbelly. Sephiroth gazed almost mesmerically at the plush, tracing his fingers over the harmless blazes, feeling the stitches catch against his leather nails. He had fought–used—the summon countless times in the past. It should have been like any other monster, an indifferent shape in his mind. Yet it wasn’t. Staring at the beast, it was very much clear. All its contours filled in. And the colors inside were vivid with memory.

There was only one thing that Ifrit reminded him of. And that was—

“A year ago today,” Zack’s voice smiled again, “you saved my life.”

#sephiroth #ffvii #zack fair #crisis core #fangirl #weenie hut jrs #weenie hut jrs floof #pichu writing #international friendship and boss day do indeed exist

[mirjam-writes]

What about you? What writing are you happy about this year?? Is there anything you want to brag about?

Happy Yule, solstice, Christmas, Festivus, (belated) Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, and Doctor Who Day! And anything else you might celebrate, or happy Monday if you don’t!

Thank you so so much for asking 🧡🧡

This was quite a writing year for me. I wrote only four stories, but I'm quite proud of all of them. To Love Somebody was my first foray in rare pairs. An angsty backstory for Shadwell, and what made him the way he is. It has an hopeful ending, and I'm quite proud of the structure, and how much I managed to squeeze into the small word count. Girls Just Wanna Have Fun is a short and wholesome outsider pov story I wrote for an event. I was surprised how much people liked it! It was also my first attempt on present tense, which continued in A Stable Relationship, one of my FTH stories for this year (the second one will probably be a bit late, and be completed in January). I had fun writing it, and it turned out to be a good one, and the only one of these oneshots that was Explicit. It was set in horse riding world.

The reason why I wrote only three oneshots, and why my second FTH piece is late, was of course my favourite story of all time: Be Still My Soul trilogy. A human AU story set in the sad moments of Finnish history.

Despite the class differences, landowner Azirafel Fjäll and sawmill worker Anton Crowley have been friends since childhood. The Great War rages over Europe and the Empire of Russia is in the firm grip of a revolution. The echoes of these fateful events carry over to the Grand Duchy of Finland, vaguely sauntering towards independence. Azirafel and Crowley find themselves on the opposite sides of a conflict that will eventually lead to a bitter civil war, tearing the country apart.

Is there a possibility for them to find their own side, or will this be the end of their budding love story?

I started writing the third part in January, and finished it just before S2 aired in July. It finished posting in October, and it's now complete and done, though I'm still commissioning art for it. This story took over my life for over two years, and it's my baby. I've had such a hard time to let go of it! It also has its own blog @be-still-my-soul-fanfic where I posted dozens of posts about historical and cultural facts. The story is written in a way you don't need to know anything of the Finnish history beforehand (my American betas made sure of that). It's a lovestory, not a history lesson, BUT if you want to learn more, there's a lot of extra info available 😅

I think it's the best story I've ever written (and probably ever will). Many readers have agreed, but it's angsty with very heavy themes until the happy ending, so it's not for everyone and I think posting it just when S2 aired cut some of the potential readers. The third part of the trilogy is now five kudos shy of 100 kudos, and I'm hoping it could get past that milestone before new years. 😂 So yeah, my own personal favourite gets the least interaction of them all. Oh well.

I'm gonna sound a bit self-absorbed, but I'm proud I finished it and it turned out even better than I hoped. My dream would be to print a physical copy or to record a podfic of that, but both might be a bit too much work.

For the next year I have two zine fics to finish, and I have applied to a third one. I have one event fic in the works as well, but the FTH story will be the one I'll concentrate until it's done. It's an oneshot human AU which somehow grew limbs and now it's 7.6k words and nowhere near done 😱 That's my holiday project.

Thank you for asking!! I was so delighted to get a chance to ramble myself 🧡 There's never enough chances for writers to gush about their own work because it always feels a bit self centered. That's why I like to wander around Tumblr and give people the perfect excuse to do that! Peek at the #writer's favourites tag if you want to see other fanfic writers sharing their favourites! And feel free to use the tag yourself if I forgot to ask someone (I was very much not organised when going through the blogs and I'm not good at matching blog names with writer names 😅)

I hope you'll have a magnificent new year 🧡

#writer's favourites #my writing #good omens #ask #good omens fanfiction

[fantasyinallforms]

Hey there! I was wondering if you had any favorite festive Bagginshield fics! Modern Christmas or Hanukkah or Thanksgiving, or Hobbit-era Yule or harvest festivals... anything that isn't too sad! I'm asking around to different blogs because I have been in a holiday mood lately and want to see what different people have come across!

I have surprisingly not read very many holiday-themed Bagginshield fics. The only one that comes to mind is the one I wrote, First Yuletide Under the Mountain {E}. That said, if any of my followers or mutuals have recommendations, put them in the comments!

#bagginshield #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #thilbo #bilbo x thorin

[winterknights]

WINTERKNIGHTS 2023 - FINAL AUTHOR/ARTIST REVEALS

It's time for our final masterlist and reveals for the 2023 WinterKnights fest!

Thank you to everyone who participated and supported the fest by showing your love through comments and kudos! If you haven't made it through all the fantastic works yet, it's never too late! Feedback is always appreciated.

For those who decided to be anonymous your work in the AO3 Collection has been revealed, and you may now cross-post your entries anywhere you please with your name attached.

Thank you all for another wonderful WinterKnights!

Please see our 2023 masterlist under the cut!

ART

• laevateinn created The Secret Ingredient - Merlin/Arthur o Merlin and Arthur have been together for quite some time now, it is only fair he helps around for Christmas.

• Anonymous created Morgana la Belfana the Christmas Witch - Gen o According to folklore, an old woman named Befana visits all the children of Camelot to fill their stockings with candy and leave them presents if they've been good. Just like Father Christmas, Befana enters through the chimney and is left with treats by the children who live there - typically wine and local delicacies.

• QuinnOliver created Merthur Cats in a Snow Globe / Merlin - Santa Lucia - Merlin/Arthur o Merthur cats in a snow globe. A snowy landscape with books in the background / Merlin leading Camelot to peace and freedom.

• ItsAWonderfulLife created The Queen Journeys On Alone - Gen o Gwen makes the annual journey to the lakeside of Avalon to honour her late husband and bring him a wreath for Christmas.

FIC

• chaosgenes created Kisses and Sneezes with Joy to All - Merlin/Arthur o ‘Tis the season of Yule and the halls have been decked… with the wrong mistletoe! Now a cold has been passed around and Merlin is stuck taking care of the knights instead of enjoying the festivities with them. But perhaps a little magic can lift their spirits…

• sage_owl created Mixed Company - Merlin/Arthur, Freya/Gwen/Morgana o A mixup in the mail leads to masquerades, glitter, scancal, glue guns, pining, and a very grumpy gingerbread man.

• Laurieonalark created Snow Ho Ho(w about we kiss?)- Merlin/Arthur o Merlin's being quite crabby about the winter season, so Arthur tries to fix it and maybe find some love along the way.

• ajsrandom created Falling for You - Merlin/Morgana o When Morgana wishes for love on a falling star, the universe throws Merlin into her path. Is he the one she was looking for?

• ItsAWonderfulLife created I wish I had a river I could skate away on... - Merlin/Arthur o Loosely based on Prompt 38 of the Winterknights prompt sheet: “Merlin/Arthur. Arthur, a bit of a Scrooge who hates Xmas and refuses to celebrate, slips on ice and knocks himself unconscious.

He wakes up to find himself wearing a pair of gaudy Xmas pyjamas and moments later his PA Merlin walks into his bedroom wearing a matching set and tells him to ‘hurry up because Mum will be here soon!” – the day gets stranger and stranger as he discovers he and Merlin are apparently a couple, even though Arthur has never actually admitted to liking blokes, and further more the gift he got Merlin looks very like and engagement ring, and they have all these friends who Arthur recognises from work but doesn’t really know, and Arthur’s sister even comes over! Confusingly he actually appears to be happy, when he would never have said he was unhappy before.

Up to author if this is reality or if he wakes up and tries to make it so.”

• ace_teagirl created Yule in Ealdor - Gen o On their way back from a patrol, Arthur and Merlin take shelter from a storm in Ealdor. Welcomed by Hunith and the villagers, Arthur spends the best Yule of his life.

• thetreeofwillow created I'll be Your Harvester of Light - Merlin/Arthur

o Winter solstices in Camelot are very different to the solstice in Ealdor, Merlin can't help but think as he watches the kitchen staff ready for the big feast.

In Camelot, the solstice is celebrated with a hunt the day before, and then a big feast the following day. t's so different to the solstice in Ealdor. In Ealdor, food stores are running low, most of the game has disappeared for the winter, and the nights are bitterly cold, and dangerous.. • camelittle created Magical Mishaps in Corporate Camelot - Merlin/Arthur o When Merlin Wyllt arrived at the colossal, ostentatious glass-and-concrete structure that would be his professional home for the foreseeable future, he beamed from ear to ear. This was everything he had been hoping for for months. Years, even! Finally, an opportunity to apply his skills in an environment that really mattered. His mother had been stalling him for too long. He had been ready for ages. Of course, he would have to be careful about not using his magic while he lived in the mundane world. His mother had made that abundantly clear. There were rules, and consequences when the rules were not followed. But keeping his magic under control shouldn’t be too hard. Should it?

• nuttersinc created The Planets bend between us - Merlin/Arthur o When Arthur drops out of university, his mother sends him to work at Aunt Alice's bakery in Northern Ireland in the busy weeks leading up to Christmas. Helping out in the bakery is hard work, but Arthur doesn't mind so much, not when the deal is sweetened by one of Alice's bakers. Merlin is beautiful and kind, and he has sacrificed his long-term relationship in order to follow dreams that lead him out of the village he's spent all his life in.

Arthur has always thought himsef to not get attached easily to other people romantically, but when Merlin, against all odds, shows interest in him, things get even more complicated.... • Excited_Insomniac created Texts for Ealdor - Merlin/Arthur o Arthur is going home to meet Merlin's family this Christmas. Here are some of the messages he sends Morgana about his adventures.

• teachingpoetry created A Dragon in the Hand - Merlin/Arthur o Arthur’s well-laid plans to get well laid go awry when the Christmas gift he brings Merlin turns out to be not just for Christmas.

• salamandair created Ghosts of Christmas Past - Gwaine/Percival o Everyone loved Christmas time. Except Percival. Or so it appeared to Gwaine, anyway.

• geeklover created Open Your Heart to Me - Merlin/Arthur o A ride through the beautiful snow to a picturesque frozen lake sounds like the stuff of romance, but for Merlin, it feels like it could be the beginning of a nightmare. Maybe he's just being paranoid. Only time - and Arthur - will tell. • Gil-galadhwen created Be Merry Sweet Lord, On This Yules Day - Gen o Merlin is confused by the kiss he’s starting to think he imagined sharing with Arthur when he was poisoned. But he’s even more confused by the gift Arthur gives him on Yules Day. Could it mean Arthur has feelings for him after all?

• tari_sue created That Guy I’ve Been Chasing All Year - Merlin/Arthur o "Bah, humbug" no, that's too strong, this is actually Merlin’s favourite holiday. But after a busy year where he constantly fails to go on a date with a certain blond prat, he’s just about ready to accept that it’s clearly not meant to be.

Merry Christmas, merry Christmas, but he might just miss this one this year.

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Yuletide Glow

A/N: My very *very* late gift exchange fic for @muppenthings is finally here! I really hope it was worth the wait. Her half of the trade is here; my little Floof AU OC playing with the other Floofs. I treasure it.

For my part, I wrote a little blurb about two of her beloved OC’s, Snuffy the Dragon and his old lady friend Hilda, celebrating Yule. (And I added in a handful of surprises for my fellow long-time Muppen fans.) I did a moderate amount of research, but I’m sure there’s still stuff I got wrong so feel free to leave comments and tell me more about your traditions! Also as always, please shoot me a message/comment if I missed any tags! Anyway, on with the fic!

Alternatively read this on Ao3

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Snuffy felt a firm pat on his nose as he was sniffing at the wooden bowl Hilda had set out. It was a funny shape; oblong, slightly pointed on one end and curved up on the other. It looked like a weird shoe. His ears twitched down slightly at being caught mid-investigation, but Hilda was smiling at him anyway.

"Don't move that. That's your shoe for the Yule Lads." She said gently as she carefully hung a long branch of pine across the top of the window. Snuffy moved and carefully grabbed the branch with his claws, lifting it the extra few centimeters to the hook.

"My what for who?" He rumbled, picking up another branch to hang over the farther window.

"It's an old tradition. You set out a shoe for thirteen nights and if you've been good, the Yule Lads will leave you gifts. And if not, they'll leave something else…" Hilda replied simply. It only left Snuffy more confused.

"Why a shoe? And who're the 'Yule Lads' "

The old woman's smile turned from fond to a touch mischievous, and Snuffy quirked his head.

"They're kind of like elves that like to cause trouble. They're watching to see if children are behaving and doing things like cleaning up after themselves."

"Why do they care, though?" Snuffy's ears perked up, watching as Hilda disappeared back inside the house with a little pine tree in a pot, and reappeared with a very thick oak log, which the dragon carefully took from her as well.

"Well, their mother eats the naughty children." Hilda motioned for Snuffy to put the log down in the little fire pit structure near the cabin, and when he did, she spread some black ashes over the top.

Her explanations weren't making anything clearer for him.

"But why do I have a shoe? I don't wear shoes. And I'm not a hatchling anymore."

Hilda huffed, but her fond smile didn't waver, and she gestured for Snuffy to set his head back down and settle; which he obliged, if for nothing else than to receive a scratching on his nose.

"I thought it would be fun to include you in my Yule celebrations this year, but if you're not interested I can put everything away. The shoe is an old decoration I found in the attic, and it's big enough to plausibly belong to you." She pondered for a bit, and Snuffy rumbled happily at the feeling of her little nails on the soft scales of his snout.

"I didn't say it didn't sound like fun." He replied, after a few minutes of scratching. Hilda perked up and gave him another pat, before going back into the house for another box. "So what do I have to do to be 'good' ?" He asked when she returned.

She chuckled, and began hanging funny looking ornaments on some of the lower trees and bushes. "Oh, you're already good. You'll just have to wait and see if you get any presents."

Looking closer, the ornaments were all simple and covered in seeds and dried berries. Snacks for the other, much smaller wildlife in the area. There were four that were hung very low on the bushes closest to the front door, along with dishes of water that looked to be mixed with honey.

A bundle of fresh daisies from the store in town, catnip, sweet berries, and small strips of dried meat: gifts for the funny spirits that had been wandering around the cabin lately. And sure enough, each ornament had a little scroll with their (assumed) names: Bee, Cat, Raccoon, and Fox.

Snuffy hadn't seen them much this winter. He hoped they were doing well.

They spent most of the afternoon like that; decorating the cabin with the rich greens of pine and holly, placing bundles of mistletoe and colorful candles on a little altar. Hilda finally declared the decorations complete by clipping bells to each of the four corners of the altar cloth.

"There," she said, brushing her hands clean on her skirt.

Watching her, Snuffy rumbled again, "Are you sure the other villagers won't mind me coming tonight?" His ears lowered a touch, betraying his nerves.

Hilda simply flashed her mischievous grin again, "Well, they don't really have a choice. You're my family now, so you're coming. I'm the crazy old lady who lives in the woods. It's not like they can stop me. Unless, of course, you don't want to come?"

He offered her a hesitant smile in response; he couldn't say he wasn't nervous about it. He liked the other people he had met so far, and of course, Hilda would be there the whole time. He'd even been getting more practice at shape-shifting and changing his size.

But all of the times Snuffy had met new people had been only one or two at a time; this would be the whole town. And there was going to be an even bigger Yule log burning in the town square, lots of tables and decorations.

Lots of things to trip over.

Snuffy shook his head, and perked his ears as Hilda finally returned with the last of the evening's necessities: a big pot.

Everyone in town was bringing food tonight; the main event was a big feast in celebration of the gods. Hilda had spent almost all of yesterday cooking something incredibly savory-smelling, and hadn't even let the dragon lick the spoon! 'A surprise,' was all she had said, as she set the kettle aside for the night; the pot stayed warm by the fire and never ceased its temptation of Snuffy's tongue.

Snuffy concentrated hard, closing his eyes. Slowly, he felt magic from the world around him wrap along his body, and he could feel the rushing sensation that came with changing from the size of a house to (roughly) the size of a human.

Even like this, he was well over a foot taller than Hilda, and most of the rest of the town...

He bent just slightly and carefully took the handle from the old woman's grasp, carrying the hefty metal and hearty stew with little effort. Hilda gave him a look, which he knew meant 'I was carrying that just fine'; he responded by raising his eyebrow and one ear, matching her gaze to convey 'I know, but you don't have to carry it when I'm here'.

One of Snuffy's favorite things about living with Hilda was how easily they could communicate without words. So much of dragon language was in face and gesture. It had been an exciting surprise to learn that humans could talk with just their eyes or postures too!

He swished his tail and rolled his shoulders, enjoying the quiet of the forest and the crunch of iced over snow under his feet. Hilda was covered head-to-foot in warm furs and knitted scarves, and her boots made much lighter prints behind them. The silence of their walk was comfortable; friends simply sharing space.

And if the dragon kept his tail loosely circled behind his old friend to catch her if she tripped, that was simply his own secret.

Several minutes of walking finally bled the dark, quiet forest into a warm, glowing town; the edge of the trees gave way to soft flickering torches and candles, and there were ribbons and wreaths and ornaments everywhere.

Snuffy stopped at the tree line, in awe of the sights around him. The center street had been cleared, and the town square held a massive bonfire surrounded by tables and cauldrons. There was more food than Snuffy thought he could eat, even in his massive true dragon form. The whole town had come out to celebrate, people dressed in warm reds and off white, carefully embroidered coats and long twirling cloaks. Several people were wearing wreaths on their heads, decorated with ruby red and sparkling gold flowers.

Hilda must have noticed his pause, and he felt her hand on his back.

"What do you think?" She asked softly.

"It's really beautiful." He replied earnestly.

With a gentle nudge, they began walking again, down into the center of town. The dragon couldn't help feeling a little self-conscious with all the staring, and he felt his ears tilt down slightly without meaning to.

Oh well.

A few townsfolk came to meet the pair, and carefully showed Snuffy where a much smaller fire had been started, to keep the stew warm. As he passed, his nose twitched at the familiar smell of apples and cinnamon, strangely coming from the cauldron next to their own. The girl stirring this cauldron barely looked up as he came over to investigate, and he took a deep breath of the sweet steam coming from the liquid.

"Would you like some?" The girl asked; her voice was unwavering, and she looked back up at him with a cheery smile.

He hesitantly smiled back, moving a little closer. "What is it?" He asked softly in response.

"This is Wassail," the girl replied, giving the pot another stir, "this one is for the kids, but on the other side of the table there's one made with alcohol."

Snuffy tilted his head in question, prompting her to continue, "it's apple cider with honey and a bunch of spices. It's really good for warming up, and it's really sweet."

Well, the dragon didn't have to be asked twice when it came to sweet things made with apples, and his tail swished in excitement as the girl handed him a wooden mug filled with the drink, offering him another smile as she did so.

Snuffy spent a good amount of time just enjoying the smell, remembering Hilda's baking sitting out on the window sill in summer. He turned to comment on the memory, but found the woman no longer at his side. He startled, more than he cared to admit, looking for her, until the girl simply pointed in the direction over his shoulder.

Turning, he saw Hilda standing next to the stew pot they had brought, stirring and adding last-minute spices.

Right. All of the food for the feast was being blessed for the gods, and everyone was putting their best cooking forward to bring a bountiful new year. There had been a ceremony earlier in the day for a sacrifice, a goat being ritually dressed and led through town before being killed in the name of the gods. Part of that offering too was now roasting, being readied for the feast they were about to have.

Not to mention, Hilda had lots of other people she wanted to see tonight, too. Holding the mug protectively, (perhaps tighter than normal,) he wandered back over to her slowly, watching her chat with other older townsfolk. But the second she looked up to see the dragon, her face lit up and she waved him over.

"I see you found the sweets right away," Hilda teased. Snuffy offered a mildly embarrassed smile, and his ears bent down, but he knew she was happy to see him trying something new.

"Did you want one?" He asked, watching the other townsfolk wander away again, over to the tables.

Hilda merely waved him off, "No, no, I'll get something to drink a little later. It's just good to see you enjoying yourself. I really do want you to have fun tonight." She spoke with a warm smile, and he settled himself next to her in the snow, sitting and lightly waving his tail, watching the town.

It was a peaceful night; the sky almost on fire with glowing stars. The dancing bonfire lights reflected against the snow and ornaments, bouncing around the town merrily. There were some more children a little ways off, having a snowball fight.

Someone dropped something itchy over his ears.

His head darted around, moving much faster than he would have intended, to see the girl from the Wassail cauldron standing next to him with her hands out but empty.

Her face was red with embarrassment, but thankfully, she didn't look scared.

"Sorry," she stammered, "I thought you might want something festive to wear too…"

Snuffy's face tilted again, and he reached up to lift the thing from his head - it was a wreath, like he had seen some of the others wearing. Carefully braided branches of holly and pine, tied with the same red and gold flowers, which turned out to be made of fabric.

He smiled back at the girl again, carefully placing the wreath back on and balancing it between his ears.

It fit perfectly.

"You just surprised me a little," he admitted with a shrug. "I'm not usually so easy to sneak up on."

The girl beamed, swinging her arms slightly, which waved the bottom hem of her long red dress. "Good then. I hope you have fun tonight! I'm really excited for fruitcake!"

His ears twitched up again in excitement, and Hilda gave him a light clap on the back, "cake is for after dinner."

Snuffy responded to her quip by sticking out his tongue playfully.

He trailed along behind Hilda for the most part; there were, of course, lots of wintery things to taste and smell, and a handful of people exchanging gifts and other displays of affection. At one point, Snuffy shyly asked Hilda if they could get one of the little knitted bears on display, so he could give it to the Wassail girl as a thank-you.

The dragon spent a long time just staring up into the night, marveling at the dancing colors that the town was dressed in. There were little lights of every color spilling over windows and along houses, twinkling and chasing each other like snow-pixies in the night.

As he wandered behind Hilda, the warm smells of roasted meat and hearty spices filled the air. All around, offerings were left on little altars or hung on evergreen trees. Candles flickered as some humans knelt to pray.

At one point, they came up to a small group of people before the fire, singing merrily. Though he didn't know the words, Snuffy's tail began to sway lightly to the melody.  He closed his eyes and let everything wash over him, then.

The night was crisp and cold, but the glow of the little town felt warm against Snuffy’s soul. This would be nice, after all.

The little town had welcomed the dragon with open arms.

With Hilda’s hand on his back, Snuffy took a seat at the long table, and took a deep sip of his Wassail, smiling.

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[cyn-write]

TWST Yule Tide Song Fics

This is for Bunnwich Winter Event 2022! @bunnwich and @comingyourlugubriousness

This pair of short fics are inspired by songs from our world! All of them are Canon Characters X Oc but feel free to read them as Yuu or reader if you would like! Happy Holidays Everyone!

Characters: Azul and Rook (Seprately)

Ocs: Grace Wilde (Yuusona) and Eira Fox (TWST Lucifer/Roxanne)

Character Note: Eira is mute so when she signs I use ' to signify signing and " for spoken word.

Note: Songs will be linked and credited with each piece. I highly suggest listening to the songs while you read! Also, do not steal my work or plagiarize and the artwork belongs to the TWST game. Enjoy!

Azul x Cynthia: "Baby it's Cold Outside"

Grace rolled her wrists, hearing the satisfying crackles. The sound caught Azul's attention. He didn't realize how late it was.

"I better head out," Grace started to collect her books and notes, "Thanks for the study date."

Azul really didn't want Grace to leave. He felt bad for working the whole time when he meant to relax, but duty called. He got up from his chair and placed a hand on her things to try and halt her. "Why don't you stay for a little longer? We could have some tea, watch a movie, talk?"

"I really can't stay, Vil is pretty strict with curfew and I don't want to get either of us in trouble," Grace smiled as she watched her silver-haired love come closer as she packed her things.

"But Baby, It's cold outside," He smiled coyly as their game began.

"I've got to go away," She shook her head as she zipped up her book bag.

"But Pearl, It's cold outside," He leaned against the back of the couch so he was eye-level with his Gold-haired beauty.

Grace lifted her bag onto her shoulder. "This evening has been so, very nice."

Azul took her hands into his gloved ones and brushed his lips against her pale skin, feeling their naturally cold temperature, "I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice."

She giggled as she rounded the couch with Azul still holding her hands, "Rook will be suspicious."

Azul pulled his pearl into his arms and brushed a stray hair behind her pointed ear, " Beautiful, what's your hurry?"

"Vil will be pacing the floor," She placed her arms around his neck and started to sway.

"Listen to the water roar," He swayed with her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Maybe just a drink more," Grace tilted her head and smiled.

"Put some music on while I pour." Azul smiled at his small victory and went to pour the two of them some tea.

"The Tweels might start to think we are up to something." She sat on the couch and put her bag down next to her.

"Dear, they always think we're up to something," Azul said handing her a cup of tea as he sits next to her.

Cyn takes a sip of the very strong tea, "Say, what's in this tea?"

"Peppermint, for the season," Azul took a sip as well and wrapped an arm around her waist again. "Your eyes are beautiful tonight, like sea shells," He kissed her temple after his compliment.

She giggled and put her cup down, "I wish I knew how to break this spell."

Azul moved closer as he ran his fingers through her hair, "Are you trying to hurt my pride?"

"You're very pushy, ya know, " Grace raised an eyebrow as she snuggled into his chest.

"I prefer to say.... opertunistic," He chuckled and rested his head on top of hers.

"Epel will be suspicious," She half-heartedly protested.

Azul smirked and placed a hand underneath her chin, "My, your lips look delicious. Did Vil give you a new lipstick?"

"Grim, will be there at the door," Cynthia looked up into her lover's eyes with a playful glint in her eyes.

"Like waves upon a tropical shore~"

"Ace and Deuce's mind will wonder."

"Seven, you look beautiful."

"Maybe just a half a drink more," Grace leaned in closer for a second before pulling her head and shaking her head. "No, no, I gotta get home."

Azul simply loved this game, "But love, you'll freeze out there."

Grace straightened her uniform, "Say, lend me your coat."

"It's ten below out there," Azul wrapped his arms around her waist from behind her.

"It's really been grand," she turned around in his arms.

"The thrill I get just holding your hand," He took one of her naturally cold hands and intertwined their fingers.

"But can't you see? I will get in trouble if I don't go," She squeezed his hand in hers.

Azul chuckled at her glee in tormenting him, "How can you do this thing to me?"

Grace shrugged in reply, "We are bound to talk tomorrow."

"Think of my lifelong sorrow," Azul pulled her closer to him and the two started to sway to the soft jazz music playing in the background. "if you disappeared or died."

Grace shook her head at Azul's suaveness that seemed to charm her every time, "At least there will be plenty implied."

"Baby, It's cold outside," Azul said wrapping her into a warm embrace that finally made her throw in the towel.

"All right, you win this round," She went onto her toes and pressed her lips against his.

"You were very persistent," Azul complemented, "More than usual even."

Grace giggled and shrugged, "What can I say, I like to be a difficult shrimpy."

"And that is why I love you," The two fell into the couch giggling and cuddling late into the frigged Yule evening.

Rook x Eira: "The Nutcracker Suit"

Rook always enjoyed the early winter mornings, watching the sunrise and revealing the newly laid snow and the silence that pierced the air. This particular Yuletide morn, he was surprised by the faint sound of music coming from the practice room around 5 o'clock in the morning.

The faint plucking of piano notes accompanied by violins. He followed the sound to the room where he saw a glorious and rare sight, Eira, his lovely little fox, dancing on point to the classic ballet of the toy soldier and his love. She was so entranced in her dance that she didn't notice the hunter creating up behind her to join in the dance.

She leaped and spun with ease. Her white, fluffy tail followed elegantly. Her White hair was wrapped in a tight bun. Her deep brown eye closed to help encapsulate her into the dance. Rook, of course, knew every step of the famous ballet. He has watched it every year since his boyhood and it still was a Yuletide favorite.

He slipped off his boots and silently creped behind her to join in. He almost had his hand on her waist when she suddenly turned and, with a pointed toe, tendu on eleve that had her looking directly into his eyes.

She signed, breaking the traditional movements of the dance, 'What are you doing here?'

Rook put on his signature smile and spoke back to his mute love, "Watching my lovely Chaton dance in the early morn. Is that a crime?"

'In some kingdoms, yes.' She signed back and went to pause her music. She had on a black leotard and white practice skirt that twirled as she moved.

"Well, mi chaton, here it is not." He came up behind her and watched as she took a few slips of water from her thermos. "Besides, how could I resist the temptations of the toy soldier? It is my favorite ballet of Yule Tide! I have seen it more times than I can count! I can recreate every step of the dance simply from how often I have seen it!"

Eira put down her thermos and smirked, 'Is that a bet?' she signed.

Rook shrugged "Possibly, what are the stakes?" he came closer to his fox, closing the gap in a few strides.

'If I win, your hat' Eira signed.

"What about if I win?" Rook placed his hands on the hips of his love as she thought.

After a second, she signed 'A kiss under the mistletoe.'

Rook smiled and offered his hand, "Well then, Mon Amor, be prepared for the kiss of passion."

With that, the bet was on. Eira restarted the song and took Rook's hand. They got into position, as the music softly began. Once the first notes rang, the pair went into full dancer mode. The Hunter and the Fox mirror the Toy Soldier and his Love step for step. Eira was impressed at her hunter's dancing ability, but she also had a few tricks up her sleeve. She turned in a different direction suddenly, moving the movement to a different part of the room, and Rook smoothly adapted. She added frills to her traditional dance to try and mess him up, but like the good hunter he is, rook quickly shifted and adapted to her movement, matching them to a t. Even in socks, he kept up with the ballerina. The two leaped, spun, lifted, and danced till the song's end, leaving them both with a glow of sweat that was illuminated by the rising sun.

Rook held her close long after the song ended. The Pas Du Deux was complete and Rook smiled at his chaton. He kissed her in the picturesque scene as the sun illuminated them from the back as snow started to gently fall.

Eira returned the kiss and went on point to look into her hunter's eyes. "That does not count as my victory kiss, no mistletoe." He chuckled as rolled her eyes.

'Fine,' she signed, 'But not in class, I don't want to listen to Trien lecture on proper decorum again.'

The Hunter and his Fox shared one more kiss that Yuletide morn before they exited the practice room hand in hand, just like the toy soldier and his love.

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