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nakunakunomi · 5 months

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This is my contribution to a secret santa discord server event. This fic is warm and fluffy and I LOVED writing it, I love these characters SO much. I hope you like it too!

Warnings/notes/tags are: polyamory, unspecified AU where Geto is not evil, unspecified whether this is a non-cursed world or a jujutsu AU where we just ignore the presence of curses. Loads and loads and loads of fluff.

2nd person. Reader is genderneutral, no pronouns are used.

Spending the winter holidays with Geto and Gojo is…

…finding time in your busy schedules so the three of you can enjoy a winter market.

Strolling along the little stalls, taking in the views and the smells. It’s winter, and it has been dark for a while, but all the twinkling lights decorating the stalls reflecting into the white snow -both real and fake- make up for all that darkness. The smells are a little overwhelming at first, all kinds of stalls lined up flooding your senses with strong, sweet odors, heavy spices and the warmth of grilled meats… it’s a lot, combined with the sights and the jolly music playing from the speakers spread around the market, you can’t help but feel a little overwhelmed.

It doesn’t help that Satoru is immediately overly enthusiastic, ready to spend money on souvenirs and gifts for all the students and everyone else he knows, and pointing out all the stalls he’d like to try the food at. He’d run off without you two if it weren’t for Suguru’s quick reflexes, grabbing onto the hood of his jacket and janking him back. Suguru’s holding your hand firmly in his, grounding you from all the things overwhelming your senses.

You stroll past the stalls, for some reason holding a whole bunch of bags from Satoru, who just can’t seem to stop getting stuff. At every stall there is something that reminds him of one of his studens, his friends or either of you, and he just has to get it.

You leave the market filled with all kinds of foods and drinks, Suguru suggesting a little break amongst the food stalls, and Gojo getting a little bit of everything to sample, completely filling the little table you are standing at with various containers and plates, one smelling and looking more delicious than the other. You have to fight a little to ensure you get to sample some of the sweet desserts, and all three of you end up with smears on your faces from various sauces- feeding each other is romantic only when you don’t joke around and miss mouths on purpose (and of course you had to have revenge).

… snuggling up on the couch, shivering and sniffling, full of regret but still shaking from laughter, after Suguru sneakily started a snowball fight on your way home.

You had felt the cold snow collide with the back of your head and turned around immediately, throwing an accusatory glare at Satoru, who immediately put his hands up in defense.

“I swear y/n- It wasn’t me I-…”

His pleas immediately interrupted by yet another snowball, this one narrowly missing the tip of his nose, the both of you whipping your heads around to see Suguru standing with his hands hidden behind his back, giving you both his most innocent smile before grinning and throwing two more snowballs at the both of you simultaneously, a remarkable display of his aim and strength. Though this time you saw them coming and both you and Satoru managed to duck away in time, already grabbing handfuls of snow for your counter-offense.

The two-against-one-match quickly turned into an all-out battle where each of you had to fend for themselves, because you slipped and nearly fell, throwing one of your snowballs to Satoru, who had promptly declared you his enemy as well.

You spent almost two hours laughing, running around, hiding from snowballs and each other, you felt like kids again. As if there was not a single care in the world. You continued until your stomach hurt from laughing, your fingers ached from the cold, and you could barely feel your face anymore.

The minute your little snowball fight was over, you realized just how much snow had melted and had managed to get through to your clothes, despite your gloves, scarf and jacket protecting you from most of the cold.

You went back inside, changing into warm clothes, fluffy socks and cuddling up on the couch. You put on a silly movie for some background noise and entertainment, Suguru retrieved the blankets and Satoru prepped hot cocoa, overflowing your mugs with way too many mini marshmallows, offering to ‘help’ either one of you if you thought there were too many for you to eat- how kind of him.

You sat in between the two men, knees pulled up and neatly tucked under the blanket. You barely registered the movie you put on, too busy getting warmed up and enjoying the serenity and pure happiness you felt in that moment.

…making all kinds of plans, only to spend most of the holiday resting and chilling.

There were things that had to be done: some household chores as well as work, and there were some things that you wanted to do for fun. Going to visit a new shopping center nearby, explore some city sights you hadn’t had the chance to. You wanted to go out on some dates, go for long walks enjoying the winter landscapes, relax, not worry and stress too much. There was work to be done, but work would always be there, and opportunities to relax and do fun things were scarce, especially in periods where the three of you were available.

Suguru is a go with the flow kind of person, so he’s happy to tag along to whatever plans you make. Satoru however, is like a kid in a candy store when there is suddenly a lot of free time on your hands, and he is on the couch with his laptop in no time, ready to order tickets to anything you wanna visit, booking trips, and talking about so many plans you wonder out loud where he thinks he’s going to find the time to do all that.

The fact that you finally can relax makes all the plans seem exciting though, and initially you are 100% behind Satoru, adding on suggestions, sending him links and scrolling on your phone, doing additional research for a lot of the places and activities he suggests. You do listen to Suguru who suggests only really booking things when you’re sure you can go do it, when timing, planning, transport, other plans and your energy levels are all aligned and allow you to do the activity.

He turns out to be the voice of reason, cause all three of you have such a hard time getting up in the morning, finally getting to sleep in (and it’s quite hard getting up when you’re in someone else's arms, comfortable and warm).

Chores -unless really necessary- get postponed, plans get cancelled. Instead you stay in, watching silly movies, and finally catching up on the latest series you really wanted to watch. You go on walks together, exploring your own neighborhood and stopping at restaurants you haven’t had the chance to try out yet. You focus all your time and effort on quality time and enjoying the time all three of you have together. And you very quickly realize that truly, you do not need to have big and exciting plans to make the most of your winter break.

… sharing a bed, because it is ‘cold’ outside.

You leave your windows open at night, because it’s healthier, and you don’t like feeling all stuffy in the morning. There is a certain charm about entering a cold room and snuggling underneath the warm blankets, warming up as you fall asleep, and waking up in your own little warm cocoon. Especially if you have no further responsibilities that day, your blankets keeping you trapped in bed on a cold winter day, sleeping in.

It is a little less exciting though when the temperatures drop abruptly, and the room is not nice and chilly, but actually is freezing when you go in. You are shivering when you get changed, and your blankets just don’t feel right. Your feet might as well be blocks of ice in your warm, fuzzy, socks.

It only takes a few minutes of tossing and turning before you decide you need to get a better source of heat in your bed. Or a bed, doesn’t necessarily matter which one.

So you wrap yourself in a blanket, carefully closing the door behind you, and shuffle your way through the dark hallway, only to find Satoru -your current target- standing in the hallway, mirroring yourself with his blanket wrapped around you as well.

“It’s too cold in my room”, is the only thing you can blurt out as an explanation, feeling the overwhelming need to explain, even though that’s not necessary. He just nods in acknowledgement, and you need no further words between the two of you to know what the next step is.

Suguru is already peacefully asleep in a room that’s colder than the rest of the house, but not freezing temperature. Leave it to him to actually properly figure out when to open and close the windows in his room to reach maximum oxygen and the best possible temperature to still be able to snuggle underneath the blankets without risking to freeze overnight.

Suguru is a quiet sleeper, almost too silent, and you worry you might have woken him up by opening his door. But you didn’t; he merely stirs in his sleep, lips parting in a quiet sigh, hand moving up a little to lay on top of the raven hair that’s splayed upon his pillow.

You are both as quiet as possible when you enter, Suguru only waking up when you both slip into the bed to either side of him, piling your blankets on top of him and snuggling close. There is a brief moment of surprise, followed by a very sleepy nod of acknowledgement. All three of you take a little time to adjust to three people in the bed, and it’s not entirely sure whose limbs are entangling with who, but it doesn’t matter as you can already feel your body relaxing the second you find a comfortable position.

Your eyelids grow heavy while you hear Suguru and Satoru quietly converse in the background. You squeeze an arm that is around you, a quiet way of saying goodnight.

…feeling warm, no matter the temperature. Because you are safe. You are loved.

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joyful-enchantress · 2 years

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I'm Dreaming of a Green Christmas | Loki x Fem!Reader

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A/N: Hello! This is my FIRST EVER fic and I’m so excited to share it! I wrote it as part of the Winter Warmers collection that @lokisgoodgirl so graciously opened for contributions. I hope you enjoy!

Update: I wrote a companion piece to this! See how their story continues in Evergreen.

Genre: Friends to lovers, fluff, humor, suggestive thoughts, slight angst (if you squint)

Word Count: 2k

Loki Laufeyson.

The man of your dreams. Or, should you say, the god of your dreams.

Ever since he had reluctantly joined the Avengers last year, you couldn’t get him out of your head. The jet-black hair that fell in cascades, providing a brilliant contrast to the alabaster skin of his face, stretched tautly over sharp cheekbones and a chiseled jaw. You’d idly wondered if you could indeed cut yourself on his cheekbones – and what his jaw might taste like – and you were slightly embarrassed at just how badly you wanted to find out.

Then there were his eyes – were they emerald green? Or perhaps ocean blue? You could never quite decide. Their gorgeous color seemed to ebb and shift just as much as the crystalline tides. Regardless of their color, they always appeared to be sparkling with mischief; glinting with the thoughts of his next scheme. And Loki usually wore some kind of impish smile to complement his twinkling eyes; you swore the way his lips twisted into those cunning smirks could bring you to your knees – not that you’d be complaining about being in that position…not for him, anyway.

Sigh. Your thoughts hadn’t even wandered below his neck yet, and you were already in need of a cold shower. Was he even aware of the hold he had on you?

Sometimes, you suspected that he knew. You were fast friends after he joined the team and moved into the tower, and not long after, you began to consider him your best friend. The two of you spent countless hours together – almost every free moment you both had to spare. Your time spent with him came with inevitable physical contact - innocent brushes of fingertips as you’d both reach for the last snack, warm hugs, and intimate contact while sparring. Sometimes, even, the occasional wrestling-match-turned-tickle-fight. Each touch, no matter the context, lit your skin on fire, burning with your desire for more. The conversations you had with him were often laced with innuendo; he’d make a suggestive remark and his lips would curl into a devilish grin as he watched the blush blossom over your neck and cheeks.

But – you told yourself – it didn’t mean anything; that’s just who he was: a relentless flirt. He’d often brag of his sexual exploits back on Asgard (which would also cause you to blush and choke on your drinks), and it was clear that Loki Laufeyson had quite the queue of women at his bedroom door, hoping for the chance to spend a night of passion with him. Perhaps there was some mild attraction, but there was no way he would ever have genuine interest in someone like you. How could he, when he was so damned perfect? And you were, well… you.

Last Christmas was his first “Midgardian Christmas” as he liked to call it. You had fond memories of showing him the traditional customs – decorating, wrapping gifts, watching Christmas movies, drinking hot chocolate, and you even got him to join in on some Christmas caroling. Your favorite memory from last year, though, was when he showed you his apartment at the Avengers tower. You had been inside before, of course, but he was so excited to show you how he decorated it himself, using what he learned after you had dragged him along with you to help decorate every other nook and cranny of the compound…

“Do you like it, darling? Did I live up to your rigorous standards?”

“Loki…” you gasped, “This is breathtaking!”

He beamed. “Well, I did have a masterful teacher.”

There was that damned smirk again.

“You’ve given it your own… flavor, too, I see.”

“There was no other option, Y/N. Midgardian Christmas decor consists of entirely too much red for my taste,” he remarked with a cringe. “It really is quite tacky. I’ve taken a more… elegant approach.”

“But what about holly berries? Candy canes? Poinsettias? Red ribbon, even?”

“What was that song you taught me last week? White Christmas? Well in here, darling, we have a Green Christmas, take it or leave it.”

Pulling yourself back to the present moment, you chuckled at the memory. Of course he couldn’t stand to see so much of his brother’s colors in his own quarters. Loki’s room was immaculately adorned with festive decorations, and not a speck of red could be found. The green fir tree in the corner was spectacularly embellished with glittering bulbs of the brightest emerald, silver, and gold. White lights and silver tinsel added to the sparkle, and nestled at the precipice was a beautifully ornate silver spinning wheel, a symbol of his mother, Frigga. The windows in his room were frosted, even though it hadn’t snowed that day, and when you approached them to investigate, you noticed they were not cold to the touch. Loki had frosted them himself, using his power as a Jotun, and then used his seidr to seal them so the frost would not melt, nor would the unwelcome chill seep into the cozy room. Hanging in each of the frosted windows was a green wreath, each one complete with a golden bow and a flickering candle. His usual black furniture and rich, emerald green soft furnishings throughout the room brought the entire look together. It was warm and inviting, but also strong and dark – just like him.

Here you were, daydreaming of that Green Christmas last year, and the nights you would have liked to spend in his room… in his bed.

It just wouldn’t do any more. Being best friends wasn’t enough; you needed more. Christmas was all about letting people know how much you love them, right? You resolved that you would tell Loki your true feelings for him on Christmas Eve.

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Christmas Eve arrived in the blink of an eye, and you’d never been more nervous in your life. You had rehearsed over and over again the words that you would say to him, but you feared it wouldn’t be enough. Or maybe it would be too much? Would it scare him away? Would you lose his friendship, that was so dear to you?

Stop it. You could do this.

You picked up the emerald green box adorned with a golden bow, which contained your gift for him. You had gotten him a simple and elegant tie clip, made of platinum, with a single emerald inlaid on the end. It had made you think of him right away when you saw it in the jewelry store, your mind immediately wandering to the thought of him in his all-black suit and tie combo, with that tie clip displayed proudly against his chest.

With the gift box in hand, you began your pilgrimage to his private quarters, where you had plans to do your gift exchange. As you approached the door, the flutters in your stomach increased their tempo from allegro to prestissimo; the blood pounding in your ears rose to a deafening crescendo. You audibly exhaled, trying desperately to catch your breath, and your hand trembled as it made its descent to give a shaky knock on the door. Your body was a perfect symphony of nervousness.

Loki promptly answered with his signature bright smile and twinkling eyes.

“Come in, come in, darling!” He beamed as he wrapped you in a warm embrace and placed an innocent kiss to your cheek that set your insides ablaze, “I’ve just finished up a fresh batch of hot chocolate for us to share.”

“Thank you, Loki, that sounds wonderful.” You placed his gift under the tree, next to a slightly larger one that you presumed was for you.

“Is everything alright, Y/N?”

Dammit. You had tried your best to cover your nerves, but he knew. He always knew with you.

“Yes, Loki, I promise everything is fine,” you assured him with the best smile you could muster, “but I do actually have something to talk to you about, if you wouldn’t mind sitting down.”

“Of course, darling, what is it?”

He made his way over to the sofa next to you, his brows knitting together and his oceanic orbs swirling with concern.

Here goes nothing…

“Loki, you mean so much to me; you’ve been my best friend at the compound practically since the moment you arrived. You’re my favorite person to spend time with, no matter what it is we are doing together. In fact, even when I’m not with you, I find my thoughts drifting to you, frequently during the most inopportune times. You’re often the last thing I’m thinking about when I drift off to sleep at night, and the first thing I’m thinking about when I wake up in the morning. I can’t keep pretending any more, Loki. I’ve fallen in love with you; irrevocably, maddeningly in love.”

You were avoiding eye contact, your fingers twiddling nervously with the hem of your skirt. The silence was deafening. Was he going to say something?

Just as you gathered the nerve to look up at him, you noticed that he had risen from the sofa and was walking towards the tree, with his back to you. Now you’d gone and done it; he was completely uncomfortable, avoiding you, even. You stood up from your seat on the couch, and began walking towards the door, rambling along the way.

“I - I’m so sorry, Loki. I’m sure that was uncomfortable, and maybe crossed a line and I just hope we can still be friends, but I understand that you need some space and I’ll — “

You gasped as a strong hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, preventing you from leaving and interrupting your nervous rambling.

“Y/N, just wait a minute. You didn’t open your gift yet.” His eyes gazed at you softly as he handed you the green box you had spotted earlier under the tree.

Your small hands shook as you pulled at the ribbon and lifted the lid, revealing the most beautiful gold necklace, with a single charm hanging from the chain – a dazzling emerald, surrounded by a halo of smaller diamonds.

“Loki…” you whispered, “It’s so… it’s stunning, but it is too much!”

“Read the note, darling.”

You retrieved the small piece of paper that was placed strategically underneath the beautiful necklace, and unfolded it. You were greeted with Loki’s familiar handwriting.

Merry Christmas, Y/N. I’m so incredibly grateful that you’re in my life, and it is my highest hope that you will allow me to court you, and I offer you this necklace in my colors, as a symbol of our courtship, should you accept it. I love you, darling. xx Loki

Your eyes widened as you stared from the note back up to him.

“I’ll take that as a yes, then?” he asked coyly, with an arrogant smirk.

You nodded furiously; it was as if you momentarily had forgotten how to speak.

With a flick of his wrist and a twirl of his elegant finger, you were wrapped in a tendril of green light and pulled across the floor, and right into his arms, closing the gap that was between you. Before you could express your surprise at his gesture, his hands found their way to either side of your head, his thumbs brushing gently against your rosy cheeks, and he tilted your head so that his lips could meet yours. The kiss was soft at first, your lips exploring each other gently for the first time. Soon, though, the desire you both were harboring became evident, and the kiss grew heated, his tongue prodding your lips, begging for entry, which you easily granted. When he finally released you, you were both panting heavily, trying to catch your breath.

“I hope that was okay?” he questioned, slight concern gracing his breathtaking features.

“Trust me, it was more than okay,” you quipped, tugging on the collar of his sweater, “Now where were we?”

Your lips joined in another passionate kiss, and your heart leapt with unbridled joy. He wanted you to wear his colors. He was yours.

Your wish for a Green Christmas came true.

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enchanthings · 5 months

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◦˚~ DECEMBER HOLIDAY DIVIDERS by enchanthings ~˚◦

Info: these were all drawn / made by me. please reblog/like if use!

#dividers #borders #holiday dividers #christmas dividers #fic dividers #winter dividers #aesthetic dividers #post dividers #line dividers #text dividers #divider #border #page dividers #.m

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thatonewriter15 · 6 months

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Happy December, everyone!

If you're looking for some spirit, here are all my Christmas/winter fics!

Melody [Brand-new!]

Relationship: Castiel/Gender-Neutral Reader; Castiel/Original Character

Rating: General

Word Count: 420

Additional Tags: Christmas, Fluff

Summary: A Christmassy moment with your dear angel.

Mission: Claus [New!]

Characters: Dean Winchester, Jack Kline, Castiel, Sam Winchester

Rating: Teen and up

Word Count: 3,484

Additional Tags: Christmas, Fluff, Angst

Summary: Who better than Dean Winchester to put on the red suit…

Peace on Earth

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Jack Kline, Reader/Original Female Character

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 340

Additional Tags: Fluff

Summary: A peaceful Team Free Will 2.0 on Christmas morning.

Snowflakes

Relationship: Castiel/Reader; Castiel/Original Female Character

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1,592

Additional Tags: Fluff, Romance, Sexual Tension

Summary: Castiel surprises her in more ways than one.

Chilled

Relationship: Dean Winchester/Reader; Dean Winchester/Original Female Character

Rating: Teen and up

Word Count: 3,317

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Dean Winchester, Angst, Fluff, Sexual Tension, Pre-Series

Summary: Set in January 2005; she and Dean are on a hunting mission from John when things shift from bone-chilling to heartwarming.

Surprise

Characters: Castiel, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Jack Kline, Reader/Original Female Character

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 1,984

Additional Tags: Fluff

Summary: She surprises Team Free Will 2.0 with Christmas in the Bunker.

Evergreen

Relationship: Dean Winchester/Reader; Dean Winchester/Original Female Character

Rating: Teen and up

Word Count: 843

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Firefighter Dean Winchester, Fluff, Sexual Tension

Summary: On a whim, she delivers a gift to a local firehouse. Turns out, there's a green-eyed gift waiting for her.

Tradition

Relationship: Sam Winchester/Reader; Sam Winchester/Original Female Character

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 724

Additional Tags: Fluff

Summary: Christmas Eve is for traditions and surprises.

Dive

Relationship: Dean Winchester/Reader; Dean Winchester/Original Female Character

Rating: Mature; 18+ Only

Word Count: 1,277

Additional Tags: Fluff, Sexual Tension, Mild Smut, Angst

Summary: After years of friendly visits, the attraction between her and Dean becomes overwhelming.

Thank you to @saradika/@saradika-graphics for the dividers! They're adorable, and you can find them here.

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rmd-writes · 6 months

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'tis the season

@stereopticons tagged me to share my winter/holiday fics because 'tis the damn season! I love a winter/holiday fic despite the fact that I live in the southern hemisphere and today is 1 December and the temperature hit 35C today 😰

Schitt's Creek

and then one day, everything changed | T | 9.1k | canon divergence

All David wants to do is sign Marcy Brewer on to sell her amazing fudge at Rose Apothecary. Unfortunately for him, her very snippy, business consultant son gets involved. In an effort to win both Marcy and Patrick over, David invites Patrick to spend some time in the store and on a vendor trip. There’s snow forecast for the day of the vendor trip, but it’s Schitt’s Creek and it never snows. Right?

it's just for snow | E | 18.1k | coffee shop / fake dating AU

When David gets a last minute wedding invitation and Stevie refuses to go with him, he needs to find another date - he needs to show his so-called 'friends' (and Sebastien Raine) that he's thriving now. Enter: David's new favourite barista... — aka the coffee shop / fake dating / road trip / snowed in / there was only one bed fic no one asked for

since we've got no place to go | E | 6k | canon compliant

Patrick books a winter weekend away so that he and David can connect.

Red, White & Royal Blue

you're all that i need | M | 3.9k | coffee shop/book store AU

“Alex.” Henry leans against the wall behind the counter with his arms folded, wearing a pale blue cable knit sweater with the sleeves pushed up and navy chinos. Alex wishes he wouldn’t because it only emphasises his forearms.

He crosses his own arms in response. “Henry.”

“Are you actually looking for a book?” Henry asks with a sigh. “Or are you just wasting my staff’s time?”

“That staff member is my sister.”

“I’m well aware,” Henry says drily. “Doesn’t change the fact that you’re probably wasting her time. Which book are you looking for?”

“Oh.” Alex grimaces slightly. “I’m not actually–” He exhales. “Hunter is in the coffee shop, so I got the fuck out.”

yours for the afternoon | T | 4.6k | coffee shop / fake dating AU

Henry is quietly minding his own business in his favourite coffee shop, when he’s rudely interrupted by an insufferable man attempting to flirt with him. He’s rescued by none other than Alex – a fellow cafe regular who he’s long admired from a distance – posing as his date.

Snowed In? Snow Problem | E | 7.3k | college AU

Henry and Alex get snowed in at their dorm for the holidays, whatever will they do?

911 Lone Star

Make the Yuletide Gay | M | 19.6k | college / fake dating AU

"I'll be your boyfriend for Christmas."

Carlos stares at him like his brain is struggling to comprehend what TK is offering. It's a shared feeling, given that sometimes TK's brain engages before his filter does, and this is definitely one of those times. There’s no room for regrets, though, and he’s not really sure he regrets making the suggestion.

“TK,” Carlos starts softly. "What you're suggesting is— Well, it's a little crazy but also very generous. I can’t ask you to do that for me. It’s really too much to ask of anyone."

TK gets up off his bed and crouches in front of Carlos, his hands on Carlos’s knees. “Firstly, you're not asking, I’m offering. Secondly, consider it a social experiment, like the ones you learn about in class. Except this one directly involves you and me...as your fake boyfriend. You know, for science." --

Fake boyfriends. For science.

Your Place or Mine? | E | 4.5k | college AU

(the sequel to Make the Yuletide Gay)

From best friends to fake boyfriends to real boyfriends, it’s been an eventful few days for TK and Carlos, but now they’re finally back home and alone.

Whatever will they do?

Tagging @welcometololaland @liminalmemories21 @strandnreyes @three-drink-amy @everwitch-magiks @indomitable-love @cha-melodius @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @inexplicablymine @lemonlyman-dotcom @carlos-in-glasses @alrightbuckaroo @iboatedhere @reyesstrand @lightningboltreader @indestructibleheart @lilythesilly @maxbegone @mostlyinthemorning and anyone else who wants to play to share their own winter/holiday fics!

#'tis the season #winter/holiday fics #rwrb fic #firstprince fic #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic #sc fic #schitt's creek fic #rmd writes: ls #rmd writes: rwrb #rmd writes: sc

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mojowitchcraft · 5 months

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Perfect Synchronicity

“What’s it feel like?” Steve asks, words tumbling out before he can stop them. “What’s what feel like, Stevie?” Eddie asks, turning to him with a smile. “What’s it feel like to… you know, be touched there? To be—” he swallows around the lump in his throat, “—to be fucked there?” Eddie chuckles, “In the ass?” Steve hears Eddie through the walls sometimes, but he’s never really listened before.

My Steddie Winter Exchange fic for @transmascsteveharrington is here!!

Read it on Ao3

#steddie winter exchange #steddiewinterexchange #steddie one shot holiday exchange #steven harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fic rec #mojowithcraft fics #roommates #oh my god they were roommates #friends to lovers

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littledancer9 · 5 months

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A Perfect Christmas

@snowxstormworld Jonerys Winter Wonderland 2023: All I Want for Christmas is You

Summary: T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring… besides two parents very excited for some time alone with each other.

Dany has a secret she is trying to keep until Christmas Day. Jon gets into the Christmas spirit late in the evening, but they both forget one very important thing before the morning.

Enjoy some Holiday Family Fluff! Christmas may be over, but it’s never too late to celebrate with our favorite couple and their targlings.

#jonerys #Jonerys Winter Winderland 2023 #snowxstormworld #all i want for christmas is you #Christmas Au #Modern Au #Married Jonerys #Targlings #Holiday Fluff #Moodboard #Sorry i’m ten days late #im on baby time #so time has no meaning #my fic

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leiawritesstories · 9 months

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Stick Season (Part 1)

Rowaelin Month 2023, Day 1: Song Fic

inspired by "Stick Season" by Noah Kahan (giggles in Frederick) I've had so much fun writing this and I am beyond excited to share it with all of you! happy Rowaelin Month once again! <3

Word count: 2,480

Warnings: swearing, bad decisions, heartbreak, not-great parenting, angst, simmering sexual tension, pining idiots in love but they won't admit it

Enjoyyyy! (yes there will be more, i promise)

@rowaelinscourt

Prologue

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Downtown Orynth, Vermont, still looked exactly the same as it always did when Aelin paid her occasional, brief visit to her hometown. Same “cozy” wooden buildings, same storefronts lining Main Street, same pine boughs wrapped around the light posts, same dusting of snow brushed across the rooftops in a postcard-picture kind of perfection. Same kindhearted shopowners waving at her as she strolled down the cleanly swept sidewalk.

If she smiled hard enough, maybe she could pretend there wasn’t a gaping hole in her heart.

Three years since she cut the other half of her soul out of her life, and no amount of friendship and laughter and girls’ nights could fill the empty chasm that leaving Rowan left in her.

“Aelin?” The voice came from her left as she passed the local bookstore, a place where she’d spent some of the happiest hours of her youth.

She turned. “Philippa!” A genuine smile curved up her lips. “I didn’t think you were still working here all the time.”

Philippa waved off the mild protest with a flippant hand. “You know how busy it gets at this time of year, my dear.” She pulled Aelin into a warm hug. “It’s so good to see you again!”

Aelin melted into the older woman’s motherly embrace. “Want to know a secret?”

“Is that even a question?” Philippa laughed, opening the bookstore door and nudging her inside. “I live to collect secrets.”

“Of course you do,” Aelin chuckled. “Well, here it is: I wasn’t planning to be back home this year. Or next year. Or anytime soon, really.” She blew out a short, sharp sigh. “I’m only here because…well…” She trailed off, not fully ready to voice the reason she’d returned.

Philippa patted her arm. “It’s alright to let yourself grieve, dear. Your mother’s passing was a shock to all of us.”

“And something of a relief,” Aelin mumbled under her breath.

Ever tactful, Philippa pretended not to hear. “Will you be here through New Year’s?” she asked, smoothly changing the somber subject.

Aelin nodded. “Yes. I’ll drive back to New York sometime around January fifteenth, unless Dad needs me for longer. I’m working remotely until then.”

“Thank goodness for modern technology, right?”

“Right.” She half-grinned. “I don’t suppose you’re still resisting that modern nonsense, hmm?”

Philippa pretended to hide. “You caught me.”

Aelin fake-groaned. “How many times have I told you that it will help the bookstore grow? Think of all the customers you could reach with something as simple as a website and maybe an Instagram profile!” Pasion seeped into her words, coloring her thoughts with excitement. “And you could easily keep up with the online orders–that crappy old monitor you have barely runs basic word programming, let alone internet.”

“You be nice to Mort, now,” Philippa teased. She’d named the bookstore’s ancient computer Mort in honor of the many times it had brushed with death.

“Mort deserves to be laid to rest once and for all,” Aelin laughed. “Are you trying to keep me in town or something, asking when I’m heading home?”

“Maybe.” The older woman’s laugh lines crinkled as she grinned. “Or maybe I’m just planning to offer you a job here while you’re in town.”

“You know I work in publishing, right?” Aelin raised her brows. “I’m pretty sure that’s enough books and book stuff for one woman.”

“How long has it been since you remembered why you work in publishing in the first place?”

The question made Aelin stop in her tracks, mind whirling as she sifted through years of memories. “I…years. God, it’s been…years.” For a moment, yearning flickered across her face. “Maybe not since the last time I volunteered here at Christmas.”

“Exactly.” Philippa gave Aelin’s hand a motherly squeeze. “Christmas season is far too busy for one old woman to handle alone. So…will you help me?”

A fond smile curved Aelin’s lips. “Of course I will.”

Snow-dusted evergreen boughs adorned the lampposts of downtown Orynth, weaving their crisp pine breezes through the early evening air. Hands tucked into the pockets of his quilted flannel jacket, Rowan strolled down Main Street, determined to avoid being sidetracked into one of the golden-lit shops that smelled invitingly of cedar, maple sugar, pine, and spiced cider. Christmas scents always had been his weakness, despite the pain he couldn’t separate from the holiday.

A single paper bag dangled from his left wrist, the only sign that he’d been out shopping for the holidays. His entire brood of cousins was about to descend upon Doranelle, the next town over, for the next few weeks, so he’d come into Orynth to pick up a few things. He refused to admit that the massive canister of peppermint hot cocoa mix was an impulse buy–it had been on sale, and he knew how much his relatives adored all the sweet holiday treats.

It had nothing whatsoever to do with peppermint hot chocolate being Aelin’s favorite. Nothing.

“Whitethorn?” The call came from his left.

Rowan turned towards the voice. “Who–”

“Whitethorn! It is you!” Aedion Ashryver stepped out of Staghorns Tavern, a popular local brewery. “Come inside, man, have a drink.” He pulled Rowan into a brief, back-slapping hug. “Good to see you again.”

“Good to see you too, Ashryver.” Rowan returned the hug but hesitated at the offer of a drink. “I dunno about the drink, though.” He raised his shopping bag. “Gotta go home and prepare the place for the Whitethorn horde.”

Aedion snickered. “You’re still letting them crash at your place, huh? Thought you would’ve liked the house to yourself every once in a while.”

Rowan shrugged. “It’s a big house, and I live alone all the rest of the year.” He flashed Aedion a smirk. “Besides, Sellene and Enda would just barge in anyways, so I might as well allow it.”

“Fair enough.” Aedion glanced into the brewery, waving off someone inside. “You sure you don’t want to grab a quick drink? I feel like we haven’t seen each other in forever.”

“Yeah, give me a rain check on the…” Rowan trailed off into silence, his brain stalling at the sight of Aelin Galathynius opening Stag’s door and grabbing her cousin by the arm, halfway through a teasing jibe about Aedion wasting his body heat trying to warm up the December chill.

“...not worth it to–oh.” Her wide-eyed turquoise gaze slammed into Rowan with all the force of an avalanche.

“What are you doing here?” The question, though whispered, tore out of him with the force of a deafening scream.

Aedion brushed a protective touch over Aelin’s shoulder, murmured something softly into her ear, and slipped back into the brewery, wisely leaving the two of them alone.

She swallowed thickly and steeled her spine, meeting his stare head-on. “I’m home for my mother’s funeral and the holidays.” Her tone was cool, detached, nothing more than an old acquaintance responding to a casual question.

“I–I had no idea,” Rowan murmured. “I’m so sorry, Aelin.”

“Don’t be.” She snorted quietly, her shields snapping back into place as swiftly as they’d fallen. “About Evalin, Rowan. Don’t be sorry.” A pause, a crack in her controlled exterior. “I can’t say I am.” Her expression sharpened. “Can I ask what you’re doing out here…um, by Staghorns?”

He read the unspoken question, finding himself surprised that she hadn’t asked outright. “I was in Orynth to pick up a few things before my cousins get here tomorrow, and I was heading down towards the parking lot.” Downtown Orynth was strictly car-free, so the town had built parking space by the edge of the no-traffic zone. “Your cousin saw me, so I stopped for a bit.” And held off the alcohol, he added, silently.

She nodded in understanding. “I…I should go.” She turned.

“Wait!” Unexpectedly, he reached for her hand, stopping himself with bare millimeters between his skin and hers. “I…when are you leaving?”

“After New Year’s.” The words were clipped.

The shields encasing his heart slammed back down with finality. “So you’ll just up and leave again, no warning, not telling anyone?” He laughed, a sound as brittle as the winter air. “I don’t know why I expected any different.”

“Some things never change,” she whispered, half to herself, her voice teetering dangerously close to anguish. Without another word, without a backward glance, she yanked open the brewery door, walked in, and vanished into the crowd packed into the bustling space.

His heart a tangle of stormy emotions, Rowan turned on his heel and strode down the rest of the street, not stopping until he reached his pickup. There, he dropped his shopping bag in the back seat, leaned himself against the truck’s battered old green frame, and breathed as deeply as he could. Eyes screwed shut, he allowed the flood of memories to wash over him, sinking into the aching familiarity of her golden hair and wild laugh, her burning resilience and unwavering strength. The watery croak of her voice when she told him she was sorry three years ago. The tsunami of anger and rage and grief and torment that had ripped through his whole being for weeks after that afternoon.

Then he locked those precious, shattered memories back into the dark recesses of his mind, swung himself up into the truck, and drove off into the December night.

Three Years Ago

Rowan pulled into his driveway in shell-shocked silence, muscle memory guiding him out of his truck and into the house. He kicked off his boots in the mudroom, shook the loose snow off the soles, and placed them neatly on the rack. Numbly, he shed his thick winter jacket and hung it on its peg, made sure he was free of tray snow and ice, and walked into the warmth of the wood-paneled house.

A beer bottle shattered at his feet the second he came through the door.

“The hell y’been, boy?” His stepfather’s slurred words were barely distinguishable.

“Work, then the store.” Rowan had learned years ago to keep his words as brief and subdued as possible, lest he face another of Arobynn’s famous eruptions of drunken wrath. “Picked up another six-pack.” He placed the case of beer bottles on the kitchen counter.

Arobynn squinted at the six-pack. “Leas’ y’did one thing right,” he sneered. “Clean up the fuckin’ floor, boy.” He grabbed two bottles of beer and stumbled back out into the living room, where he collapsed into his reeking, tattered old leather recliner and lost himself in his usual world of alcohol and blaring television.

Rowan clenched his fists and jaw and picked up the broom. He made quick work of the broken glass, dumped it in the trash bin, put away the broom, and grabbed some food as he hurried off to his room. Arobynn’s alcoholism was a blessing, in a way–he confined himself to that side of the house, not moving much between the den, the kitchen, and his bedroom and bathroom. It meant that Rowan could stay in the master bedroom, which was at the other end of the house, and keep the rest of his family home as clean as possible.

Every time he looked at the single portrait of his parents that adorned his bedroom wall, he swore he could hear their sorrow at the state of their once-beautiful home.

That goddamn crash had taken so much from the Whitethorn family.

Rowan was only a child when he lost his dad, and his mother had been so buried in her grief that she’d failed to see the giant blaring red flags of the first man that showed her any affection. She’d married Arobynn Hamel partially out of what she thought was love and partially out of necessity; the property needed another pair of adult hands to maintain it, not to mention another income. It was only a few months before Arobynn’s true colors showed themselves.

For five years, Rowan’s mother had stayed strong, protecting her son by sacrificing herself. She’d protected her son from his stepfather’s fits of drunken rage, from the anger that reverberated through the house, and even from the knowledge of her medical diagnosis. When he lost her, too, Rowan lost all hope that his life could be anything but alcohol and anger and abuse.

Then he went away to college and met Aelin, and her warmth rekindled his frozen soul.

Watching her drive away from him mere hours ago had ripped the fragile, carefully patched scraps of his heart into bleeding shreds.

Fuck it. If he didn’t blow off some steam now, he’d do something he’d regret later.

As silently as possible, Rowan slipped out of the house, crossed the snowy yard to the barn, hauled open the door that desperately needed some oil, and flicked on the overhead lights, illuminating the large, chilly, wooden-beamed space. He’d slowly transformed the barn into a gym over the years, picking up old equipment at estate sales and local gyms who were remodeling or getting rid of old machines and other stuff. Right then, he only had eyes for the punching bag–his favorite way to release the pent-up anger his fists itched to rain down upon Arobynn’s worthless face.

He took off his jacket and sweatshirt, pulled on his well-loved boxing gloves, and strode over to the punching bag. With a grunt, he launched into a punishing round of strikes and punches, pummeling the taut leather sandbag with enough force to send it rocking on its chain. That first volley loosened the knot of tension in his chest, opening the floodgates, and every tangled, indecipherable, raw emotion he’d bottled up came pouring out in the erratic rhythm of his gloved fists (and occasionally his shoes) against the punching bag, interspersed with hoarse yells, broken shouts, curses, groans, and grunts. He lost himself in the slap of leather on leather, barely remembering to draw breath, slapping and punching and kicking until the flood of grief and pain and rage had subsided enough for his head to clear.

Chest heaving, rare tears seeping hot and salty down his face, Rowan sank to the weathered wooden plank floor, buried his head in his hands, and felt the crushing weight of abandonment, an old familiar companion, press down upon his shoulders once again.

Although he didn’t know it, Aelin was curled in the same position on the floor of her childhood bedroom, her face buried in her hands, tears streaming unchecked down her cheeks. The same anguish tore through her ruined heart, a white-hot knife of grief and guilt piercing her to her core. Leaving him was the last thing she ever wanted to do; it was like splitting herself in half. Yet she had left him, tossed him to the snowy curb without a backward glance. Leaving him shell-shocked on the edge of the highway, heart in his throat and the winter wind whistling through his empty hands.

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giggly-squiggily · 6 months

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Hey y’all little blog update:

The week of December 25- 29 I will not be posting any fics! I haven’t decided if I’ll be online or not yet for that week given it’s Christmas, but I wanted to let you all know ahead of time :3

So yeee! Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy holidays all around! If you don’t celebrate: I wish you a lovey winter and December all around! 🥰🥰🥰💖💖💖 May your drinks be warm, your sweaters cozy and your days full of good vibes and happy thoughts 💖

I don’t know what to put here- have some sheep having a snowball fight!

#squiggily rambles #blog updates #fic scheduling #I’ll reblog this before the week comes around #just figured I’d put it out there #have a happy and safe holiday #and if you don’t celebrate; have a lovey winter and new year!#good vibes to you all! 💖💖💖💖

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chunkypossum · 5 months

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By Solstice End

Azriel x Eris

4937 words This section || 16,588 total words

Part Three of Three || or… Read on AO3

Parts: 1 2 3

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After Mor’s concession, Eris felt slightly revived in his fight to find Azriel, though he still wanted very badly to punish him for the run around all evening. Unfortunately for him, entering the next room had consequences he could have never seen coming. Eris was left breathless and as the air left his lungs so did all the fight in him he had.

It would be easy to blame it on fatigue but Eris knew better, he just wasn’t willing to be honest with himself about why his eyes had become irritated. The doors clicked quietly shut behind him and Eris stepped into the room with awe shining in his silver rimmed eyes. The well of tears he was trying to blink back reflected the light from a thousand different points above him where little nodes of fae light hung suspended, seemingly by nothing, at different levels from the ceiling. Eris was staring up into the night sky.

Below the lights, in the center of the room, there was a bed piled high with so many plush pillows and blankets it could only have been made up with one, very spoiled, person in mind, him. The colors were muted by the dim lighting, dark hues that felt comforting, like if he were to lay down he would melt into the stars above him, adrift into an endless sea.

He moved, almost unconsciously into the room, as if pulled by some magic, toward the bed. Each step was more unsteady than the last and he could feel shadows begin to writhe up his legs and arms, offering support. They caressed the soft spots of his face knowing exactly where he needed that cooling touch. The flush of his cheeks, the plumpness of his lips, the velvet of his eye lashes. His eyes closed and Eris leaned into the feel of them, humming softly to himself. Finally content for the first time that evening and he hadn’t even seen …

Warm, strong arms wrapped around his middle from behind and the perfect softness of Azriel’s face found its favorite spot in the curve of Eris’ neck. He pressed a light kiss to the spot, slowly trailing up, up , up until he readed the supple skin just behind Eris’ ear.

“I was wondering when you might finally show. I have been waiting ages.” Azriel’s voice was rough with want and Eris shivered under the sound of it. He could feel Azriel smirk in response. The bat was always so thrilled when he managed to tilt Eris off his axis, even slightly. It happened infrequently enough that Eris didn’t bother to hide it from him, letting Azriel have his wins where he could.

“And whose fault is that, bat?” Eris said with a hint of annoyance. “You only have yourself to blame.” He may have been trying to make a point but it was nearly mute by the fact that he leaned into every touch offered to him. His back was flush with Azriel’s chest and the movement of it as he breathed lulled Eris into the safety of the moment. The heat of each of those breaths coasted up the side of Eris’ neck as Azriel greedily took in all of Eris’ scent.

“Are you mad at me?” Azriel asked, sounding more amused than worried. The fire in Eris veins wanted to rise up against the unseriousness of Azriel’s tone but it was quickly banked as the male pressed kisses to his temples. Eris leaned back into his embrace.

“I tried to be… but no Azriel.” Eris breathed. Awe still tight in his chest as he cracked his eyes open only to be met with a room full of stars, all for him. “Of course not. I just….”

The Autumn male pressed back even further against his lover, relishing in the way those arms tightened around him, held him together. He was unable to turn around and face Azriel, unsure how to look him in the eye. There were too many emotions written on Eris’ face that he hadn’t been able to process and his lack of control on that vulnerability scared him. It would be unfair for Azriel to see him so unsure when he had gone to such lengths to prepare something this intricate and beautiful for Eris. Aside from that, there was a shred of Eris’ inner fire that wasn’t willing to offer any of that up to Azriel until he had an explanation for why he had been given the runaround all evening.

Noting the way Eris silenced himself, Azriel tugged his arms around him tighter.

“What?” He asked quietly, pressing his lips to Eris’ soft skin over and over. It almost felt like an apology and Eris wondered what the male could be trying to apologize for exactly. He worked his way up Eris’ throat while the heir gathered his thoughts.

In the end, he simply said. “I’ve missed you.” His own arms tightened over Azriels where they were anchored across his abdomen.

“I missed you too.” The gruff voice scratched along Eris’ ear, inviting him in.

Resisting that pull he asked, “Then why hide from me all night?”

“I had my reasons.” There was that amusement again. Eris growled.

“Because you were putting all this together? Forgive me Azriel, everything is wonderful but I hardly think it took you all evening.” Irritation surged in him again but he had been so thoroughly worn out that it was entirely too easy for Azriel to take control. Every touch offered to Eris melted him into submission over and over again.

“Well.” Azriel started, nibbling at the point in Eris’ ear. “I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out yet but … This isn’t really the gift.”

“I’m too tired to play games, Shadowsinger. Your family has exhausted me this evening.” Eris peeled himself away from Azriel enough to give him easier access to more parts of him as Azriel worshiped his skin with teeth and tongue.

“Don’t call me that, brat.” Azriel complained, letting his teeth sink a little further into Eris’ shoulder. “ I’m trying to be sweet here.”

Eris laughed. “Is that what this is?”

Azriel’s teeth sunk into him, threatening to break skin and Eris couldn’t control the moan that quietly slipped from between his lips. The rumble in his chest warmed something in Eris.

“Well. I’m here now.” Eris continued, letting the brat in his tone shine through as he held out his open palm near Azriel’s face. “I’d like my gift. And don’t say my gift is you. You were supposed to be a given this evening. The only given, I might add, and the only thing I have yet to receive besides this elusive gift you speak of.” He chastised, preening at the trickle of laughter it had coaxed out of Azriel.

“Eris.” Azriel growled, nipping the sensitive skin at his nape. “I’ve already given it to you.”

With his interest peaked, Eris squirmed against Azriels hold until he was able to turn around completely and face the male. Narrowing his eyes, he searched Azriel’s smug face for answers but found none.

“I don't understand.” He said carefully, watching for minute changes to Azriel’s expression. “All I’ve been doing all night is getting tossed around by your family.”

Giving his best dramatic performance, Eris let his arms slink around Azriel’s shoulders and collapsed into his chest. A small, so very slight, pout perched on his lips. Azriel moved to bite them but Eris adjusted just out of reach of those beautiful canines.

“I’m sorry.” Azriel brought a hand up to cup the back of Eris’ head, cradling it softly before using the leverage to bring their foreheads together. “I know they make you anxious.”

“It’s not…” Eris sighed. “I don't get anxious you silly creature…” He pressed his forehead harder into Azriel’s squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt not to smirk. They both knew Eris was full of it. “It’s not that I don’t enjoy them. At least, I enjoy them as much as one can enjoy a group of pests. They don’t hide it very well that I am not like them, that I don’t entirely belong. The only thing they hide worse than that is that they consider whatever it is you and I have, to be temporary. ”

“Do you feel like we’re temporary?” Azriel asked, taking a step closer. Their bodies slot together so easily that it was hard for Eris not to groan at the contact, feeling the press of Azriel’s muscles against his own. Ultimately, he lost the fight and a small sound escaped, egging Azriel on. He thrust gently up against Eris, letting their half hard erections slide against one another. The friction was too light, nearly torture.

“No.” Eris admitted, impossibly quiet. Delicately, a gasp accompanied the word. It should have been just as whisper quiet but the sound was a blast of raw power in his ears. Azriel seemed to agree, replying with his own low groan of pleasure.

“Well, neither do I.” Azriel curled his fingers in Eris’ silken locks and tugged lightly until they could look into one another’s eyes. Even in the low light, the hazel in his stare glimmered like gold and Eris could almost see the fire in his own eyes reflected in them. Unable to stand it any longer, Eris surged forward. The kiss was sweet but hungry and Eris closed his eyes as he leaned into it. They stayed that way for untold minutes, basking in the glow of just being able to be together when there was no urgency to stay alert for fear of being caught. The magical high of sneaking around only lasted so long. Both of them were too old now to properly enjoy it as they used to and there was a bone deep weariness to having to stay hidden.

That was the beauty in this time together but there was still pain too. No matter how long they held one another, it never felt long enough. As it was, Azriel pulled away too soon.

“Did they make you feel that way tonight?” Eris smirked at the protectiveness in Azriel’s tone. There once was a time where the bat would defend his family with his dying breath. That had been a major crux at the beginning of their relationship and subsequently, a major turning point for them as whatever was growing between them started to feel more real. With each passing year, those feelings intensified as did Azriel’s willingness to protect Eris over anyone at the Night Court.

“I- well no.” Eris pulled away to wrap his arms around himself as he thought back on his evening.

“Are you sure? Azriel took a step forward, tugging childishly on Eris’ sleeves until he unfolded his arms from around his own waist. “If I need to kill someone I can. I’d do it for you.” Azriel let his nose graze the length of Eris’ neck. Going pliant under the touch, Eris exposed as much of it to Azriel’s touch as he could.

A gentle hum of laughter vibrated in Eris’ chest as he brought their bodies flush once more. “I’ll take a raincheck. As it turns out, tonight they were as pleasant as I think they know how to be. The castle must be spelled.” Azriel kissed him again, making desperate attempts to crawl as close to Eris as he could. Slowly, Azriel walked them back to the bed until Eris' ankles collided with the low frame and they fell back onto it. Eris' back hit the mattress and he sank into the delicious mountain of textiles. When Azriel’s body landed expertly on top of him, his wings flared out wide to help him balance and Eris gasped in awe. It was always a sight to see but something about the way the purple fae lights tried to pierce through the ruddy membranes was especially ethereal that night and Eris felt like he was wrapped in a dream.

“So, was that your present then? Did you ask them to play nicely tonight?” Eris teased as Azriel made quick work of removing both Eris’ coat and shirt. Letting his perfectly shaped nails scratch along the planes of Azriel’s muscles, Eris ran his fingers up the male’s abdomen under his own shirt.

“In a way. I suppose.” Sitting up, Azriel peeled off his top, taking a moment to stare down hungrily at Eris. His heart was beating wildly and Eris found it hard to swallow. With a lion’s purr rumbling deep in his chest, Azriel bent his body low again until they were touching in every possible place they could touch. “Eris?” He breathed against the flutter of Eris' pulse.

With both hands curled in Azriel’s scalp, Eris only hummed back his answering curiosity.

“Mate me.” The words were nearly inaudible and the nails softly scratching in Azriel’s hair stilled as Eris tried to comprehend what Azriel had asked. Not only had whispered them but the slight tremor in his tone suggested a level of vulnerability Eris isn’t sure he has ever seen from the male before.

“What are you talking about?” He asked carefully, wrapping his arms around Azriel’s back and urging his face closer.

Azriel complied with Eris’ silent request and rose to meet his liquid amber eyes. “I want to bind myself to you in that way.” He finally said after a long time. The tremor in his words was still there but lessened slightly.

Eris sucked in a breath through his teeth, unsure of what exactly Azriel was asking of him. Suddenly the room felt too small, Azriel’s weight felt too heavy on top of him and the world felt entirely too frightening. “But…” He stumbled, “ We’re not…” Confusion soaring, Eris wondered briefly if Azriel knew something he didn’t. Those thoughts emptied from his head quickly, no, he would know if they were…

Bracketing Eris’ head in between his forearms where he rested them on the mattress Azriel filled Eris’ line of sight. His glorious wings, nothing but a glowing shadow above them. Making sure he was the only thing in Eris’ line of sight, Azriel slowly leaned forward until his lips were barely grazing his lover’s. Logically, Eris knew there was no reason for his panic, now so palatable in the air, but if these were the results he could expect, Azriel trying to overwhelm all his senses, he would panic over and over again.

So that they were eye to eye once more, Azriel propped himself up a little higher. The softness from the lights above cradled his frame like starlight carving out the silhouette of a mountain. It strained through the membranes of his wings as he spread them out wide on either side of him. The effect was nothing short of divine. For a moment, Eris felt insignificant, a worshiper kneeling at the foot of an altar.

Ruining the moment, Eris snorted, laughing at himself. It caused Azriel to startle. The bringer of death above him groaned and collapsed on top of Eris before rolling, only slightly, off to the side, holding the male, his male, tightly between his arms and legs where they wrapped around him.

“You don’t want me, not in that way.” His lips pressed into Azriel’s hair at the top of his head, Eris spoke softly. “To be tied to me means to be tied to the Vanserra-”

Azriel huffed into the crook of Eris’ neck, squeezing him just a little tighter. “Stop.”

“Listen to me.” Groaning halfheartedly, Eris tried to push away from him. “What we’re doing here Azriel it’s-”

“Do not finish that sentence.” Azriel growled. Loosening his grip on the male in his arms just enough to grip at his jaw and force their eyes to meet. The hazel was piercing normally but the way Azriel was looking at him now made Eris feel as though his very bones were melting.

“I was going to say,” Eris pushed Azriel off of him again, more successfully this time, and sat in his lap. Now with his thighs squeezing Azriels hips, Eris rolled slowly, grinding down into Azriel as he spoke. Azriel’s wings came up around them both, the talons scraping gently along Eris’ shoulders and back. He shivered. “Was that what we have is precious to me. I have already bound myself to you in the ways that matter. But if you… if you end up regretting-”

“Shhh.” Azriel wrapped his arms around Eris’ waist and sat up, his wings wrapping around them both tighter leaving only a small window above them for the lights above to shine through, winking at them. “I could never regret what we have made together. I will never regret that.” He snarled those last words, gnashing his sharp teeth together, desperate to make sure Eris understood him.

“You can’t say that, not when…” Eris swallowed the urge to push off of him and cross the room. It was instinct to pull away during these moments and start a fight just so he could feel better about leaving. “Not when you’ve always yearned for a mate.”

Sensing Eris’ urge to run, Azriel held him tighter. His lips grazed Eris’ chest so lightly it was almost painful. Soft and warm, Azriel made his way up to the pulse point fluttering heavily in Eris’ neck. His breath hitching with each impossibly light caress, Eris leaned into it.

“Listen to me” Azriel breathed, command sitting heavy in his tone. “I don’t need the Mother to tell me who I belong with…” He kissed his way back down Eris’ neck, sucking small hurts before speaking the next words onto his skin as if he were branding them there right over his heart. “It’s you Eris. I belong with you.”

Thich and burning, Eris' blood began to heat up, moving sluggishly through him like molten lava. Steadier than he thought possible, Eris raised his hands to cradle the back of Azriel’s neck and head, holding the bat tightly to his chest as he let those words settle something in him.

“Az…” He bit out, unable to say anything else.

The lips on his overheated skin turned almost punishing as Azriel worked his way down Eris’ chest. He wrote praises with his tongue in only a language they knew as Eris slowly rolled his hips. Each movement, a wave cresting, bringing them closer and closer together.

Without warning, Azriel pulled away. The loss of him had Eris gasping and he looked down into those deep, unforgiving eyes.

“Let’s have a mating ceremony, Eris. Can’t we forge our own bond?” The hope brimming in that hazel hurt to look at but Eris couldn’t turn away.

The answer on the tip of Eris’ tongue was immediately and genuine but something held him back from that simple word. There wasn’t a lot Eris wanted from the world. He had grown up learning how to play a dangerous game, one he was so good at that he sometimes wondered if he was his father’s pet after all. Safety was a dream he had once wanted for himself but had to let go of early on. Now he found himself wanting it again, with this male, for this male. Safety and joy.

“And Beron?” Eris asked unsure if he wanted to hear Azriel’s answer.

“It’s ok.” Azriel lifted a hand to cup Eris’ cheek. He fell into the embrace on instinct, closing his eyes and willing all other emotion from his expression to dissipate. Eris had been thrust into confusing situations all night, leaving him raw and open for this disastrous conversation. Which, in retrospect, had probably been Azriel’s disgusting plan all along. He knew Eris’ defenses were lax, his masks fragile, after having to hold to them so tightly for an entire evening. Just the fact that he knew Eris so well to understand that part of him sent something frantic but exciting galloping away in Eris’ chest.

“What’s ok? If he finds out-”

“He won’t.” Azriel's other hand came up to cup the other side of Eris’ face and he brought their faces close together again to whisper the promise directly into Eris. Eris’ mouth parted, letting the words in as their lips brushed. A promise he couldn’t run away from. “We can do this together, the same way we’ve always done it for as long as it takes to be rid of him. We’re meant for the light, you and I and one day I’ll prove that to you. It’s ok if it takes a while.”

As he spoke, Azriel’s fingers trailed into Eris’ hair, gently undoing the small, intricate braids Eris had woven in at the start of the evening. As they came undone, those long, scarred fingers scratched gently against Eris’ scalp.

“Completely unfair.” Eris whined in a whisper, continuing his slow, methodical rocking in Azriel’s lap.

Having finished undoing Eris’ hair and letting the silken red curtain fall around them as their foreheads came together, Azirel rocked up into him and they both gasped at the sweet friction. Azriel’s arms found their way back around Eris’ waist and he held him tightly, chest to chest as their motions became more desperate.

“Eris…” Azriel breathed. He said the male’s name with so much reverence Eris wondered if he was talking to him or praying to the Mother. They ground into one another, breathing heaving, words spoken almost unconsciously as frantic need took over. “Eris, accept me. Will you accept me… mate?”

Gasping, Eris took shaking hands and held Azriel’s face, guiding their eyes to meet. His brows furrowed at the emotion there. Where Eris had expected to find foolish passion he found vulnerable fear instead. It was the same thing written across his heart but underneath was the unfiltered love trying to shine through. It overwhelmed Eris and tore down the rest of his defenses.

“Always,” He spoke, staring into the depths of all Azriel was offering him. “Always, mate. I accept everything you have ever been, everything you are or will be. You are mine.” The ferocity of that truth slammed into Eris and even though the words were spoken with quiet veneration, the shape of them was searing, like a heated blade carving the vow onto his very bones.

“Mine.” Azriel echoed, the same gentleness in his tone backed by the same ferocity of the vow.

They crashed together into a kiss that would have ended them if Eris hadn’t pulled away in shock. The third finger on his left hand blazed with magic as a newly created bargain tattoo pickled onto his skin.

The color drained from Eris’ face as he stared at it, completely at a loss for words, his fear permeated the space between them. Azriel only laughed and Eris cut a sharp glare at him.

Choked with emotion, Eris started to protest. “If my fath-”

“It’s ok. Only the ones who bore a piece of the bargain can see it. Beron won’t ever know it’s there.”

“What do you mean?”

“Come here. Let me see it.” Azriel let his wings unfurl so Eris could adjust. He turned away to sit properly in Azriel’s lap, letting his back sit flush with the male’s chest as Azriel tucked in protectively around him. He took Eris’ hand in his own, letting his chin drop to the space between Eris’ neck and shoulder and inspected the new tattoo.

It was a crown of stars, wrapped around his finger like a ring. Connected by black whorls and swirls that looked almost like flame or shadow, maybe both, the stars seemed to glow with an inner fire. There was one for… Eris started doing the math in his head, looking back on his evening with a new sense of clarity. One for each member of the Night Court he realized.

“Azriel.” He gasped. “What did you do?” Eris felt himself stiffen as he remembered each of the encounters, and the words spoken to him by all the people he had hoped to one day be accepted by, even Lucien. Where he had seen contempt and reluctance all night, there had been secret acceptance all along.

“I don’t know what those monsters all promised you and you don’t have to share them with me unless I needed to threaten one of them for you…” A canine scraped his neck as Azriel smiled, teasing him.

“No.” Eris replied. His voice was small, stifled with the reluctance to accept all that was being given to him. He didn’t deserve any of it, especially after being so suspicious about their intentions all evening. Though, they could hardly blame him for all they had put one another through over the years.

Azriel turned Eris' hand around, inspecting the stars now written onto his lover's skin. Symbols of the Night Court, of his family, one that Eris now officially belonged to.

“Nyx made a promise?” Azriel asked, pointing to the tiny star hovering between two of the larger ones. Pride and amusement lit up his voice.

“Don’t get too excited.” Eris laughed. “I think we might have to find a way for him to be let out of this one, or amend his promise.”

“He promised to always take your side, didn't he?” Azriel laughed, the robust sound of it vibrating through Eris’ chest, warming him.

“Something like that.” Eris frowned, shaking off Azriel’s touch on his hand and turning his hand back around. “It’s not connected.” He said quietly looking at the blank spot in the middle of the band. Azriel’s spot.

“That’s because I’m not done yet. I don’t know where the future will take us or what is going to happen in your court. What we have now, while something hidden and precious, isn’t meant to stay that way. I know one day we will be able to live in the light like the rest of the ones we love and care for and I am happy to wait until that day.” Azriel said, gently turning Eris until they were face to face again.

“Azriel I-” Azriel brushed Eris’ lips with the pad of his thumb, silencing whatever Eris was about to say.

He continued his speech, a smile lighting up the gold in his eyes. “I promise you… Eris Vanserra, that no matter how or when that day arrives, that until we can walk in the light together… “ He swallowed, a note of vulnerability lacing the confidence in how he spoke. “I promise you that I am wholly yours, in every way.”

Another sting of magic brushed Eris’ finger. This time he could taste it on the back of his tongue, like it was being etched into his very being. When he looked down he saw a new star cresting the top of the band, closing the gap and finishing out his new bargain tattoo. Azriel took his hand in his own and searched Eris’ face for any sign that this was too much. Eris hated that Azriel’s instinct was to watch for him to pull away.

Historically, Eris was the one that reset their relationship time and time again. Whether it was for fear of Beron or fear of feeling too much knowing he wasn’t worthy of it, it didn’t matter. Especially when the look on Azriel’s face haunted Eris. He had seen it too many times, and had been the cause of it too many times.

When he finally peeled his eyes away from his hand and met Azriel’s stare, he offered him a small smile, a sign of peace in hopes that it would help Azriel relax until Eris could form the proper words for the moment. He didn’t want to fuck this up.

Before he had a chance, Azriel spoke up instead. “It’s not a traditional bargain tattoo, it can be amended or … or erased if you-” Fear surged through Eris at the thought that Azriel assumed by his silence that he didn’t want this, all of this and by extension, all of him. He moved without thinking and brought their lips together. It was soft and sincere while Eris tried to pour all of the words he couldn’t say just yet into it.

Fingers tightening where they clasped hands, breaths and heartbeats syncing, Eris pulled away and whispered his own promises back to Azriel.

“You idiot.” He began, earning a laugh from the male across from him. “I know I’ve not been the most careful with this fragile bit of peace we have miraculously been able to create together but for you to think that I wouldn’t want this, want us… you… completely… I.” Eris took a breath and tried again. He was quickly losing control and wanted nothing more than to convey the love he was feeling correctly. “I love you, Azriel. Those words are the single most terrifying things I could imagine saying out loud. So much so that everytime I do imagine them I get sick with worry at all the ways this could go wrong. However, they are also the truest parts of my soul and you need to hear them because you need to know that you are also the truth of my soul. I love you Azriel and I promise myself to you, every piece of me.”

They both gasped slightly as magic coursed between them again. Tears streaming down his stoic face, Azriel brought up his hand to see a tattoo on the third finger of his left hand. The mate to Eris’.

“You and I,” He started his words catching in his throat. “I think we're going to be ok.”

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Haladriel, doctor's au, light seeing and best friend's brother! For Haladriel Winter Solstice 2023 ❄️❄️

A/N: first time writing these two, especially in a modern context!

The festive season at At Thomas’ Hospital meant many things - A&E filled with drunk people, often with their drunk family members and Christmas music playing over the tannoy.

Galadriel typed up her emails to be sent before she went on annual leave.

“I need those notes, Dr Nerwen." Halbrand ordered, poking his head into her office. He took a moment to look at the Christmas decorations from the tinsel on her bookshelf and the Santa and his reindeer on her desk.

She held back a scowl, having emailed him last week, “Have you tried a please, Dr Sauron?”

“Why waste all those syllables? Get it done.” And he was gone without so much as a thank you.

Halbrand Sauron was the bane of Galadriel's existence.

He flirted with all the nurses, which meant he could get as many favours - blood test hurried in the labs, a cup of tea on demand and a pass on his attitude because he was a brilliant surgeon.

She didn't like surgeons - all brawn and no brains. She hated him the most. But today, one of her favourite patients would be saved and would be home for Christmas.

So, she put on her glittery red hairband and went to the paediatric ward.

“Hello Kaia," Galadriel smiled at the young girl sitting in bed. She pulled out a lollipop from behind her ear, a trick that never failed to draw a laugh from the girl. Eight years old and the poor thing had a gallbladder infection, which meant she now needed a quick surgery.

Finally, Halbrand showed up

"This is Dr Sauron, he will be performing the surgery," She introduced, "And then you can have all the ice cream you want!"

Halbrand, to her surprise, went to greet Kaia first, shaking her little hand.

“Dr Nerwen is magic!” The girl whispered to Halbrand who smiled gently in agreement.

“She is, isn't she!” Halbrand replied in kind as he knelt down next to the cot, “I'm not as magical but I can which is why she called me so you can be better."

"Are you one of her fairies?"

He smiled, "Yes, I am." He stood and looked at the parents, "I will see you just before prep and the OR is prepared."

Galadriel followed him out, going to elevators with him, "Here are her written notes since you don't read the emails I sent you."

"I did read your email and memorised them, but thank you." He said.

“You were very good with her.” Galadriel observed.

He shrugs, “Children find surgery scary. I reserve my attitude for you,"

She scoffed, “Must you be such an arse?”

“Do you think about my arse a lot?” He grinned, "Nice headband, by the way." using the sanitizer machine, before going into the elevator.

Galadriel was surprised when her pager went off, for the surgery was not over yet and it was not an emergency page.

Then, poking his head into the office was her elder brother she thought would not arrive until next week!

"I missed ya!" Aegonr grinned, lifting her into a hug. He lived in Scotland now, so she missed him a lot, used to the close knit nature of their family.

They went to the hospital cafeteria, sharing a plate of chips and cups of tea as they caught up.

“Have you been home yet?” Galadriel checked

“Of course I have. Mum would have sniffed me out!” Aegonr jokes, “What about you? How are you?”

“Good! My study got approved and one of my little ones will be at home for Christmas with a repaired gallbladder," She lists.

"All of that is great, but I meant your personal life," He teased

"I have a cat." A sweet ginger thing called Bard.

Aegonr groaned playfully and she threw a chip at him, "Shut up! I love my work."

"I know, I know just don't let it consume you."

Meanwhile, Halbrand had spotted Aegonr sitting with his sister and immediately went to greet his friend and grab a banana.

“Halbrand!” Aegonr's face lit up and the two hugged tightly, "Good to see you!"

"You too." He said, then looked at Galadriel, "Kaia's surgery went well. She's in recovery if you want to check her stats."

"Great. Thanks." She says, sipping the rest of her tea, "How do you two-?"

"Edinburgh med school." Aegonr said, "Remember, I told you about my grumpy classmate? Still hitting them away with a stick?"

"Always. But your sister doesn't approve." Halbrand replied and she rolled her eyes.

"Hey, why don't you come over on the 23rd for our mother's dinner party?" Aegonr asked Halbrand. Galadriel glared at her brother.

"I don't want to intrude on your family dinner, mate, but thanks."

"No, you are not doing this again." Aegonr retorted, "Come on, seriously. Also, you and Gal are working together and you are my friend. You are basically family."

Halbrand saw that this was not something he could get out of this year, not when Aegonr knew him so well now. So he nodded and took his leave.

Galadriel gifted her brother with another kick to the shin, "Why would you invite him? I told you how much I hate him!"

"You said you hate Sauron!"

"He is Sauron!"

"He's always been Halbrand to me and besides, he doesn't have any family.” He shrugs, “Christmas alone is shit.” He laughed, seeing her eyes roll, “He is not too bad."

“No, just a condescending prick.”

"So are you sometimes." He mumbles and receives a kick to the shin.

—-

The idea of Halbrand spending time of her home, her childhood home was not one Galadriel enjoyed. In fact, she stayed in her room as she did when she was a teenager and her parents had their boring work friends over.

He arrived early, with a bottle of wine and was welcomed by her family. She never thought her arch nemesis would be eating at the dinner table she grew up at but here he was.

And Galadriel had to sit across from him at the dinner table. Though, for once, he was just as awkward as he enjoyed making her feel.

"Now dearest, when will you give me some grandchildren?" Her mother asked even before dinner was over.

"Why don't you ask Aegonr? He and Andreth are still dancing around each other." Galadriel deflected. But her mother was not done, she never was when it came to this subject.

She looked at Halbrand, "Now, my dear, you must have many admirers as a handsome surgeon. Do tell my daughter she can have a life and work!"

“Galadriel is a brilliant consultant. You always get nominated for that patient award.” Halbrand said, oddly gently, “She's doing a great job.”

Galadriel blinked, surprised by his staunch defence, “Thanks. So are you.”

“I thought you said surgeons were all brawn and no brain?” Aegonr teased.

“Well, they are.” Finrod agreed, dodging a thrown bit of food.

Galadriel laughed and she ended up meeting Halbrand’s eyes. He was laughing too, something she had not seen him do and he looked rather good doing so.

She went outside to the garden with a mug of mulled wine after pudding, her favourite part of being home in the countryside was the light show. Every December 22nd, there was a beautiful array of lights in the sky.

"It's beautiful."

She turned around at the sound of Halbrand's voice and watched as he put his coat on to watch the light show.

For a while, they stood in silence, before Halbrand hesitantly reached out and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Your parents are great." He said.

"Considering your patients are unconscious, I was surprised by your bedside manner," She snarked, then sighed, turning to him. He was unmoved by her words, but still she apologised.

"I suppose it's all I have." He admits, "All I really know. I'm not great at the connecting part. Not like you are."

She looked at him gently, "Perhaps you could be less of a dick? Your new year's resolution?"

Halbrand smirked, "I'll try. And yours? Getting married for your mother's sake?"

She scoffed, "No, I don't think so."

"Celeborn has a thing for you. You know, the paediatric lead?"

She shook her head, "We went out on a date. It wasn't great. He wasn't awful, but..."

"No spark?"

"No spark."

He chuckled, "Perhaps you need someone who will challenge you "

"I've not met anyone brave enough." Galadriel jokes, "Aside from you."

"Aside from me," Halbrand agreed, watching her watch the lights in the sky.

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