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a christmas kiss
Winter Drabbleland: Day One - Quinlar
I used this ask from @darlinminds: hey love ! could you do 6: “i will never understand how you get as many lays as you do” for rowaelin or quinlar please ? <3. I don’t remember the prompt list it came from, but it’s been sitting in my inbox for awhile so I made it work for Christmas LOL
Anywho, I can’t remember if there’s any explicit language so just beware. Other than that its super fluffy. Enjoy!
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Christmas dinner was the only one of Bryce’s many traditions that Hunt thoroughly enjoyed. His best friend has a tradition for every holiday and for almost every single one of them, she finds a way to embarrass Hunt to no end. On Halloween, it’s any costume she can find with minimal clothing; on Valentine’s Day, it’s boxer shorts with two hearts on his ass cheeks and all of his pants conveniently in the washer when it’s time to leave for a party.
The only upside to all of it is the way he catches Bryce staring at his body without a shirt on. Hunt has to savor those looks because he knows nothing will ever come of them--no matter how badly he wants her. She’s his best friend and there’s no way he’s ever risking their friendship.
Hunt shook his head and turned back to the stove in front of him. Every year, Hunt is in charge of the main course and one side for dinner--this year it’s a perfectly glazed ham and creamy garlic mashed potatoes. He relished his time in the kitchen, he’s always had an affinity to cooking.
His thoughts wandered back to Bryce--who was off picking up their special order of chocolate croissants in honor of Danika. The only reason they were able to get an order on Christmas Day was because Bryce’s current fling is with the shop’s assistant baker. Hunt felt sorry for the guy, knowing Bryce is going to drop him any day now and move on to her next conquest.
The timer on the oven went off, stopping the rising anger that always comes with the thought of Bryce and other men, and Hunt went to work arranging the dining table to fit the ham in the center.
Not long after, the rest of their friends arrived, each of them armed with a different dish. Fury and Juniper brought green bean casserole; Declan, Tristan, and Ruhn came with cornbread and the ingredients for eggnog daiquiris. Tharion was next, carrying three containers of pie and chatting up Bryce with the croissants.
A chorus of “Merry Christmas” rang through Hunt’s and Bryce’s apartment, warming Hunt’s heart. They arranged the food on the table and took their seats, Bryce ending up across the table from Hunt.
Hunt let their guests get their food first and accepted a glass of eggnog daiquiri from Declan. Before he could stop himself, he asked Bryce, “How’s what’s his face down at the bakery?”
Bryce was in the middle of scooping a mountain of mashed potatoes onto her plate, but she looked up at him confused. “Julian? He’s good, I guess? I haven’t seen him much before today.” Hunt narrowed his eyes but didn’t say anything. Showing his jealousy wouldn’t do anything but make him look weird.
Conversation drifted from topic to topic as they filled their stomachs with food. Hunt learned about the ballet company that Juniper auditioned for and the website Declan is making for his first big client.
Hunt was in the middle of making plans at the shooting range with Ruhn when movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He turned to Bryce who now had half a pie and two croissants on her plate.
“B, are you seriously going to eat all of that?”
She cut him a look that said Challenge Accepted and began shoveling pie into her mouth, hardly stopping to swallow between bites.
He shook his head in disbelief. “I will never understand how you get as many lays as you do.”
Bryce took a giant bite out of her fifth croissant of the evening, leaned forward and whispered, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Hunt choked on his eggnog, and Bryce leaned back with a triumphant look on her face.
Ruhn slapped Hunt on the back a few times as he caught his breath. Not to be outdone he responded, “Maybe I would.”
The whole table went silent as Hunt held Bryce’s gaze. Her eyebrows were scrunched together and a lock of red hair fell in front of her face. Hunt had to fight the urge to brush it away himself, so instead he focused on not breaking eye contact first.
Hunt loosed a breath when she looked back down at her plate and finished her dessert. Their friends began talking again, but there was a new tension in the room as though the cord that connected him to Bryce was threatening to snap at any moment.
Despite that, the night went on smoothly as they drank and laughed and screamed Christmas tunes at the tops of their lungs. Throughout the night, Hunt felt Bryce’s eyes on him. And when they sang their rendition of Baby, It’s Cold Outside, he couldn't deny the charge he felt when his fingertips brushed the small of her back that was exposed by her crop top.
They finally began winding down well after two in the morning, their friends trickling out one by one until Bryce closed the door behind the last of them. She stood there, staring at the door as though it were an oracle that could tell her what to do next.
Hunt decided to take a leap of faith, crossing the room to her as he decided this was worth it because she was. He knew that if this was a mistake, they would still be okay. They’d laugh about it and move on.
“Bryce,” he said, softly yet firmly.
When she turned around, Hunt grabbed his best friend by the face and kissed her.
It was the best damn Christmas gift in the world.
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SENTRY
Synopsis: Amid the corruption in Goryeo, Furatai sends letters recounting the events to his father in Yuan who’s losing his battle with Alzheimer's.
A/N: After seeing The King Loves, I wanted to delve into this character. Something about Furatai really interested me. These are just little drabbles between major protects. Please like or reblog if you enjoyed it! :)
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Father,
Winter is fast approaching. Months like these take me back to the days spent in Yuan with you and my little sisters.
I recently came back from a trip to the Duta Mountains. Her Highness had sent me and a small group of soldiers to escort the Crown Prince and the Minister of Defense’s third son back to the Capitol before the King discovered where he was. They are trying to find a means to charge him with conspiracy and planning a revolt.
However, I’ve watched him grow up and grow into the man he is now. The Crown Prince is reckless and free-spirited, but, he’s honorable. He walks among the commoners and holds them with higher regard than even some of the most respected ministers of Goryeo.
He reminds me of Bataar before he fell ill and passed away. Has it already been twenty years since his passing? I remember the time he stole my blade and tried to shave his head like our Great Emperor. The shock and fury in your and mother’s faces when you saw the clumps of hair all over the floor and the servants panicking trying to fix it. How old was he then, five? I never spoke of this to anyone but I was the one that told him to do it. I lead him to believe he would marry into a prosperous family when he came of age if he cut his hair like that. Looking back now, I wonder why he kept that secret.
I wonder what kind of man he would be today? Being three years younger than me, maybe he’d follow in my footsteps and become one of the Crown Prince’s guards. I’d like to think that he would serve the Crown Prince well.
Have you been well enough to go to his grave recently? Geriel informed me that for the last three months, you’ve been forgetting who she and your old friends are.
I’ll ask her Highness if she will allow one of the palace physicians to come see you.
Pass my regards to my sisters, and take care of your health. I will inform you as soon as I’m able to send a Physician to see you.
Be well,
Furatai.
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candy cane pants
Winter Drabbleland: Day Two - Manorian
Today is for my bb @theoceanfaewriter from the prompt: “Wow. That is quite the Christmas outfit.” I’m sorry it’s a day late and a little on the shorter side, and not gonna lie, kinda angsty pls don’t kill me Nyka, but I promise I’ll be back on track tomorrow! Enjoy!
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You are cordially invited to the wedding of Miss Lysandra Ennar and Mister Aedion Ashryver on Saturday, 26 December 2020.
The ceremony will be held at 3PM, Christmas-themed reception to follow.
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Manon glanced at her watch for the fifth time in the last minute, knowing her attempts to make time go backwards were futile. She loathed being late, but her insufferable boyfriend had a penchant for being so.
They had an hour between the ceremony for Lysandra and Aedion’s wedding and the reception to change from black tie to “Christmas festive”. Manon didn’t mind because it meant she didn’t have to endure hours in stiletto heels, her usual outfit of a sweater and leggings were acceptable for an outing for once.
And if she was to be completely honest, the Christmas sweater Asterin knitted for her was her favorite. She would wear it all year round if she could. She still wasn’t over the loss of her cousin, and this sweater was the last gift she ever received from her.
Now’s not the time, Manon, she scolded herself. It was no secret that Manon loved the holiday, and with her friends finally getting married, there was no room for sad thoughts today.
Dorian chose that moment to exit the bedroom and join Manon in the living room, effectively stopping her dismal train of thought as she took in his attire. He stood before her wearing candy cane striped chinos and white Chelsea boots. Boots that used to be white, at least. Now, they have red painted stripes and are bedazzled with diamonds. Manon wouldn’t be surprised if they were real.Traveling up his body, she sees a bright red cloak lined with white fluff over a bright green Christmas sweater. On top of his head is a silver-sequin Santa hat.
“Wow,” she remarked, “That is quite the Christmas outfit.”
Dorian’s eyes lit up at her declaration. “I’m so glad you think so,” he pulled out a garment bag from behind his back, “I got you a matching one!”
Manon’s eyes popped out of her head as Dorian unzipped the bag, revealing leggings, combat boots, a cloak, and a hat that, sure enough, matched his to a T. Manon was about to call him out for how ridiculous she thought the outfit was when she made eye contact with those sapphire blue eyes she loved so much. His eyes were hopeful and a little worried, as though he was honestly scared she would hate what he’d done for her.
It was then that she remembered what she had once told Dorian. That Christmas used to be her favorite time of the year until it wasn’t. Until it was the holiday season that took her beloved cousin from her. She hadn’t been able to celebrate Christmas the same ever since. But Dorian had remembered, and this was this way of bringing the holiday cheer back into the season for her.
She looked at the outfit he’d made for her and back to his own. She sighed, she really did love the fool, didn’t she? “Hand me the bag, Dorian.” As her boyfriend handed her bag with a smile brighter than the star on top of a tree, Manon felt that Christmas spirit filling her heart once more.
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December is here, which means the 25 days of Christmas are upon us! This is my favorite time of the year, and to celebrate I’ll be posting a drabble a day: A Winter Drabbleland.
I have quite a few days planned already, but still have room for more! If you would like to submit a Christmas/holiday prompt for any of the following fandoms, hit me up in my ask box here.
Fandoms:
A Court of Thorns and Roses
Throne of Glass
Crescent City
The Folk of the Air
Serpent and Dove
Get ready for lots and lots of holiday fluff this month!!
day one: quinlar - a christmas kiss
day two: manorian - candy cane pants
day three: lysaedion - a simple question
day four: next-gen nessian - it's a date
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Chapter 2: The Last Summer (preview)
Synopsis: Amid the corruption in Goryeo, Furatai sends letters recounting the events of his life to his father in Yuan who's losing his battle with Alzheimer's.
A/N: This is a sample of the next chapter. It’s still a work in progress. I’m trying to figure out how to incorporate formal speech into it without making it feel off.
Chapter 1: The Eve of Winter is available at:
Wattpad // Ao3 // Fanfiction.net
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We were both teenagers going to a Kingdom where the language barrier was great and acting as a mere rope tying back the dogs of war.
If her Highness failed to bear an heir to Goryeo, our Great Emperor would swiftly retaliate. But, going there posed another danger, those who were defiant of Yuan's control and hated the idea of their King taking a Yuan Princess as his consort and the deal that was made.
Despite knowing not the extent of the dangers that her Highness was walking into, I knew it was my duty to ensure all those risks were swiftly eradicated.
If I failed...
My life was for forfeit the day I stood before His Majesty Kublai Khan and swore to protect Princess Wonsung- his daughter that he favored and cherished like a precious flower. If I failed, you and my sisters would be exiled and I would be put to death. I made peace with my fate and even took great pride in the honor our Emperor bestowed upon me. However, I feared that if I failed it would mean our family's execution or exile.
Despite the years that have passed, my fear for our family’s safety has not changed. Lately, they have grown.
If I fail to protect her it’s not just our family that will lose their lives, I dare not think what would become of the Crown Prince and the people here.
As we stopped one evening to set up camp, I stayed close to her Highness while our men gathered firewood in the dense forest. The temperature was better than it had been in the prior days, yet, the guards and I still felt suffocated from the immense heat.
"Are you married, Furatai?" She asked me.
Her Highness's question caught me off guard. I know not why I recall that question so clearly. Never had she inquired about my personal affairs and in hindsight, I suspect she asked to silence her troubled thoughts of marrying King Chungyeol of Goryeo.
"No, Your Highness," I answer. However, she followed up by asking me if there had ever been someone I wished to take as a wife. Truthfully, at that time there was a woman you arranged for me to consider. I liked her a lot and could have easily loved her, but, it was not until I came to Songak that I met a woman who shamelessly fell in love with.
TO BE CONTINUED
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