KKM Advent/Winter Fic Challenge 17-20/25
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Woohoo! I'm almost caught up! I shall have the last four (and be up to date) tomorrow. Go me! Some of these are kinda short, so gomen -.o;;
December 17th
Greta fidgeted in her seat and sighed. “They’ve been gone an awfully long time.”
Konrad smiled and wrapped his one arm around her comfortingly. “I know, Greta. But they’re just having fun. You wouldn’t want them to be bored would you?”
She shuddered. “Nope! That’s a scary thought, Konrad!”
“That it is,” he grinned and she scrambled to her feet to help him up. “Thank you, young one. You are most kind.”
Greta blushed, but didn’t stray away from his side. She remembered how kind he had been to her before when she’d tried to kill Yuuri and how forgiving he’d been when Yuuri and Wolfram had wanted to adopt her. “I’m glad you’re here, Konrad. We’ve all missed you so much.”
“And I you,” Konrad gave her hug and let her lead the way into the palace. She was growing up so fast; he could hardly recognize the little girl that he’d known when he’d left. She’d blossomed into such a sweet young lady almost overnight it seemed.
He let her lead him inside to the nearby fireplace and sat down. He patted his knee and Greta sat down on his lap, holding a book that Wolfram read to her all the time. Konrad shifted comfortably and started to read, both of them absorbed in their own little world.
Annisina watched them from the doorway and smiled softly. This was as much healing for Konrad as any bed rest could ever do. He’d been through a great deal in the time that he’d been gone. His wounds were healed, but the wounds inside were not. But this time with a needy little girl seeking comfort, perhaps his own heart would be healed in the process where no one else could reach.
December 18th
The hospital was bustling as usual, with people coming and going. Murata had always hated hospitals, but this one wasn’t really all that bad. He’d agreed to come with Gisella on her rounds and as soon as he saw the hospital, he’d gotten an idea.
Some of the hospitals near where he grew up decorated for the holidays, but this hospital was so bare and bleak. It was so sterile and he couldn’t stand it. After speaking with Gisella, he’d ran back to the castle. An hour later, he returned with boxes full of decorations.
They spent the preceding hours of the day, decorating the hospital and giving it a festive look. The patients were surprised at first, but they all soon became excited and joined in with the two. Soon, the whole hospital was in an uproar and they were all participating.
Stepping back at what they’d done, Murata grinned and gave her a peace sign. “We’re good together!”
She smiled and leaned forward to kiss him. “That we are, my lord.”
Murata blinked, and then blushed crimson.
December 19th
“We’re almost done, Yuuri!”
Yuuri turned from the garland that he was putting up on the wall of the ballroom and smiled at Greta. “That’s great, Greta!”
Greta beamed up at him and ran over to the other children. They were making paper garland to string around the massive Christmas tree.
Wolfram came over and slumped against the wall. “Oi! Little kids are exhausting.”
“No, really?” Yuuri said sarcastically and snickered when Wolfram took a swipe at him. “They aren’t that bad, really. They’ll calm down a bit after the decorations are done.”
“When do we light it again?” Wolfram rubbed his face tiredly. He and Yuuri hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, since they were up talking. The kiss in the snowball had sparked others, and other things as well. Both were a bit nervous about where their relationship was going, despite the fact that they were engaged.
“A few days before Christmas Eve. It’ll be fun,” Yuuri reassured him. “If you want, I can tell you some more stories about Christmas later.”
Wolfram’s eyes lit up. He’d become addicted to the many fanciful tales of Christmas that Yuuri told the children. It was like he was a child himself, and he got just as excited about them as the children.
Yuuri snickered and shook his head. “All right, all right. I swear, you’re as bad as the kids. I’ll tell you a story.”
Wolfram smirked and scooted down on the floor, giving Yuuri more room. Snickering, Yuuri sat down next to him and blinked when Wolfram laid down, pillowing his head on Yuuri’s lap. Flushing slightly, Yuuri cleared his throat. He absently ran his fingers through Wolfram’s hair as he closed his eyes to think of a story.
Finding one, he gave a slight nod. “Okay. It was the night before Christmas, and all through the house…”
December 20th
“Presents! I want presents!”
Yuuri sweatdropped at his friend Murata, who was leading Greta and some of the other children in the chant. He really needed to do something about his friend. Maybe strangle him or maim him later…
Wolfram rolled his eyes, and then threw one of Gwendal’s crocheted animals right at Murata’s face. “Oh hush up. We’re only doing one, remember?”
“Spoilsport,” Murata pouted, and then cuddled the knitted cat. Gwendal rolled his eyes, plucking his newest creation out of the excitable human’s hands and returned it to the pile he was currently working on.
“Okay! The rules are simple! You pick a name out of the hat, and that’s who you have to buy a gift for!” Yuuri announced, shaking the contents of the hat before passing it around. Gwendal arched an eyebrow, but picked out a name and pocketed it without even looking at it.
Yuuri pouted again. “Gwendal! You have to look at it to make sure it isn’t your name!”
“Hn.” Gwendal pulled the sheet of paper out, looked at it and then put it in his pocket again and started knitting. “It isn’t me.”
Rolling his eyes, Yuuri sighed. Sometimes he’d thought he’d never understand Gwendal. He went to everyone else, doing the same thing. He waited until they all knew who their “Secret Santa” person would be before picking his own.
He was a bit surprised to see that he’d picked Wolfram’s name. He secretly wondered if anyone had rigged it. Gunter was looking discontent, as if he’d picked someone he hadn’t expected to. The others were either surprised or indifferent.
But Wolfram had a smirk on his face, which was causing Yuuri to sweat. That was a most decidedly evil smirk…he was suddenly afraid to find out who Wolfram had.
‘It’s best not to know. It’s safer that way!’
Crossposted to kyou_kara_maou & suboshiyui
Woohoo! I'm almost caught up! I shall have the last four (and be up to date) tomorrow. Go me! Some of these are kinda short, so gomen -.o;;
December 17th
Greta fidgeted in her seat and sighed. “They’ve been gone an awfully long time.”
Konrad smiled and wrapped his one arm around her comfortingly. “I know, Greta. But they’re just having fun. You wouldn’t want them to be bored would you?”
She shuddered. “Nope! That’s a scary thought, Konrad!”
“That it is,” he grinned and she scrambled to her feet to help him up. “Thank you, young one. You are most kind.”
Greta blushed, but didn’t stray away from his side. She remembered how kind he had been to her before when she’d tried to kill Yuuri and how forgiving he’d been when Yuuri and Wolfram had wanted to adopt her. “I’m glad you’re here, Konrad. We’ve all missed you so much.”
“And I you,” Konrad gave her hug and let her lead the way into the palace. She was growing up so fast; he could hardly recognize the little girl that he’d known when he’d left. She’d blossomed into such a sweet young lady almost overnight it seemed.
He let her lead him inside to the nearby fireplace and sat down. He patted his knee and Greta sat down on his lap, holding a book that Wolfram read to her all the time. Konrad shifted comfortably and started to read, both of them absorbed in their own little world.
Annisina watched them from the doorway and smiled softly. This was as much healing for Konrad as any bed rest could ever do. He’d been through a great deal in the time that he’d been gone. His wounds were healed, but the wounds inside were not. But this time with a needy little girl seeking comfort, perhaps his own heart would be healed in the process where no one else could reach.
December 18th
The hospital was bustling as usual, with people coming and going. Murata had always hated hospitals, but this one wasn’t really all that bad. He’d agreed to come with Gisella on her rounds and as soon as he saw the hospital, he’d gotten an idea.
Some of the hospitals near where he grew up decorated for the holidays, but this hospital was so bare and bleak. It was so sterile and he couldn’t stand it. After speaking with Gisella, he’d ran back to the castle. An hour later, he returned with boxes full of decorations.
They spent the preceding hours of the day, decorating the hospital and giving it a festive look. The patients were surprised at first, but they all soon became excited and joined in with the two. Soon, the whole hospital was in an uproar and they were all participating.
Stepping back at what they’d done, Murata grinned and gave her a peace sign. “We’re good together!”
She smiled and leaned forward to kiss him. “That we are, my lord.”
Murata blinked, and then blushed crimson.
December 19th
“We’re almost done, Yuuri!”
Yuuri turned from the garland that he was putting up on the wall of the ballroom and smiled at Greta. “That’s great, Greta!”
Greta beamed up at him and ran over to the other children. They were making paper garland to string around the massive Christmas tree.
Wolfram came over and slumped against the wall. “Oi! Little kids are exhausting.”
“No, really?” Yuuri said sarcastically and snickered when Wolfram took a swipe at him. “They aren’t that bad, really. They’ll calm down a bit after the decorations are done.”
“When do we light it again?” Wolfram rubbed his face tiredly. He and Yuuri hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, since they were up talking. The kiss in the snowball had sparked others, and other things as well. Both were a bit nervous about where their relationship was going, despite the fact that they were engaged.
“A few days before Christmas Eve. It’ll be fun,” Yuuri reassured him. “If you want, I can tell you some more stories about Christmas later.”
Wolfram’s eyes lit up. He’d become addicted to the many fanciful tales of Christmas that Yuuri told the children. It was like he was a child himself, and he got just as excited about them as the children.
Yuuri snickered and shook his head. “All right, all right. I swear, you’re as bad as the kids. I’ll tell you a story.”
Wolfram smirked and scooted down on the floor, giving Yuuri more room. Snickering, Yuuri sat down next to him and blinked when Wolfram laid down, pillowing his head on Yuuri’s lap. Flushing slightly, Yuuri cleared his throat. He absently ran his fingers through Wolfram’s hair as he closed his eyes to think of a story.
Finding one, he gave a slight nod. “Okay. It was the night before Christmas, and all through the house…”
December 20th
“Presents! I want presents!”
Yuuri sweatdropped at his friend Murata, who was leading Greta and some of the other children in the chant. He really needed to do something about his friend. Maybe strangle him or maim him later…
Wolfram rolled his eyes, and then threw one of Gwendal’s crocheted animals right at Murata’s face. “Oh hush up. We’re only doing one, remember?”
“Spoilsport,” Murata pouted, and then cuddled the knitted cat. Gwendal rolled his eyes, plucking his newest creation out of the excitable human’s hands and returned it to the pile he was currently working on.
“Okay! The rules are simple! You pick a name out of the hat, and that’s who you have to buy a gift for!” Yuuri announced, shaking the contents of the hat before passing it around. Gwendal arched an eyebrow, but picked out a name and pocketed it without even looking at it.
Yuuri pouted again. “Gwendal! You have to look at it to make sure it isn’t your name!”
“Hn.” Gwendal pulled the sheet of paper out, looked at it and then put it in his pocket again and started knitting. “It isn’t me.”
Rolling his eyes, Yuuri sighed. Sometimes he’d thought he’d never understand Gwendal. He went to everyone else, doing the same thing. He waited until they all knew who their “Secret Santa” person would be before picking his own.
He was a bit surprised to see that he’d picked Wolfram’s name. He secretly wondered if anyone had rigged it. Gunter was looking discontent, as if he’d picked someone he hadn’t expected to. The others were either surprised or indifferent.
But Wolfram had a smirk on his face, which was causing Yuuri to sweat. That was a most decidedly evil smirk…he was suddenly afraid to find out who Wolfram had.
‘It’s best not to know. It’s safer that way!’
Crossposted to kyou_kara_maou & suboshiyui