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HAPPY HOLIDAAAAAAAAAAAAYS. Belated, but I had to finish a few of these. There are more gifts on their way. But it's already past Christmas as it is. But I wanted smiles to be around. I LOVE YOU ALL! I'm sorry I couldn't get more done for those who have something here--or something for everyone.
SolarBaby614
RJ/Casey
This wasn’t a part of the plan. This weren’t supposed to turn out this way. He had been sent here to get inside the wolf clan’s defenses. It had taken three years of training while the current head of the order was located. But now, the young tiger protégé felt his defenses slipping. He had expected the floofy exterior the owner of a local pizzeria to dissolve once the doors were closed and his guise was unneeded.
After all, the wolf master knew that he was of an animal family. Each had a distinct scent that said ‘family’ after all. It was something no amount of training could hide. However, he was quite learned in the body language of the cheetah--a neutral clan his best friend Lily belong to. He was passing as one of their trainees. He anticipated the calm and serious ways of the wolf to settle in instantly.
He was wrong.
The master was honestly chipper and enthusiastic. It had initially been irritating. Slowly, ever so slowly, he had worked his way under the tiger’s skin. It built up until last night. Last night, when he found his new mentor’s lips on his own and his hands betrayed him. Now here he was staring into the water beneath the bridge near the park. This was wrong, his head kept screaming.
Hands came around his waist. He had heard the form, guessed his weight. But when the other settled against his back he knew instantly who it was. It scared him how quickly he had become used to the other’s form between training and…and whatever last night was.
“Ever so reflective. Not vengeful, you never were a very typical tiger.”
Casey breathed in sharply, trying to twist in the wolf’s arms. His grip was firm. A soft growl was in his ear. This was it. It was over. He was dead. Literally.
“It’s a good thing I’m not your typical wolf.” The allowed him to turn around. Unlike his voice there was a wounded look in the wolf’s eyes. He touched the other’s cheek tenderly. “You’re not like them. Even if you don’t see it yet. I do.”
“You’re not going to kill me?” Their clans’ feud almost demanded it.
“No. Do you know why?” He asked, his thumb traveling in slow tender line. The tiger shook his head slowly.
“Because we’re going to change the world.” It was a promise sealed with a kiss.
Bernard/Charlie
As everyone one else was panicking about getting home for the holidays--about finding that perfect gift or groaning about it not being over fast enough, there was only one thing on Charlie’s mind. How was he going to get his lover to forget about Christmas?
It wasn’t that he resented the holiday. He just didn’t understand after so many years how his boyfriend could get so worked up over the stress of his job. Everyone had issues. But, then again, ‘everyone’ wasn’t involved with a head elf that returned from retirement after he couldn’t stay still. Unfortunately this had led to many panic attacks and spurts of flailing since the week before Thanksgiving.
The normal tricks wouldn’t work. He couldn’t distract Bernard with thoughts of the better parts of Christmas. He couldn’t tell them it would all be over soon. To one as old as he--it was all like an eye blink. He couldn’t even offer some special services to sooth his lover’s nerves.
So he would have to do what he could do. He’s have to be there with charts and timetables, spreadsheets of deployment schedules, and there to refill his hot chocolate. It was ridiculously, oppressively, domestic. But it’s what the other needed--someone he could lean on. He didn’t have to answer to Charlie. (not yet at least.) He didn’t have to lead him. He simply had to be there with him.
Shaun/Zach
If you had told Zach ten years ago that he would be a successful artist with a loving husband, and a nephew who was more like a son, and a baby on the way he would have called you nuts. But here he was packing up a graph of his newest project in preparation for shipping. Sean was at his laptop, tapping away. Cody was in bed after going on about his list to Santa. The cherry on top was that they had gotten off the phone with their surrogate earlier in the day for their check in.
“Happy thoughts?” His husband smiled over his reading classes causing the artist to grin. It had been five years since Shaun had came back into his life and made him face who he was. Things had gone so fast, but he really couldn’t picture it being any other way.
“Very happy thoughts.” He agreed, walking over and placing himself in front of the other instead of letting the machine occupy his lap. “Very…very...happy thoughts.”
“Mmmm..” Shaun grinned, putting the machine away. “Just wait until next year. Next Christmas.”
He did--and it was wonderful. Except there were more important things on his mind. Like his husband.
The laptop was forgotten. As was the shipping. It was good thing Cody was such a sound sleeper.
Regina
She hadn’t ever really cared for the Earth custom of Christmas. It was far too much like magic for her liking. Which, of course, was an obstacle for her. Rather, it was too much like a thin boundary. While she had put everything she had into the spell that had brought them here she lived in constant fear that it would all fall apart. At this time that wouldn’t be quite so terrible. Even if there was some satisfaction in seeing Charming in an eternal sleep.
The more compelling fear was that of the residents of Storybook remembering. Memory could lead to rebellion. She had confidence in her abilities, but she liked security. She liked holding the upper hand.
But then along came this little child. This child her previous mirror had forewarned her might exist. It had taken many resources for her to locate and take him in. It had been a move to ensure her safety. Somewhere along the way, the pure bitter motivation in which she took the child in had shifted. It had become something softer. It was mournful.
IN his bright eyes, always questioning her, she felt everything that had slipped past her. Her life, his namesake, possible children of her own, in short--feeling. Life. All the things that had rejected her now taunted her again. It reminded her of snowy evenings with her father. His hand held firmly on her own as she chased snowflakes as they fell. Yet it made her hate the season all the more.
There were some things not even a heart of ice could withstand.
Genta/Kaoru
The restaurant had been in a buzz ever since they had got the news. Business had already been booming. Thanks to their newest chef--one who had retired from his personal endeavors in order to bring his creative culinary adventures to a broader market. His unique style and vibrant personality brought a spark to the dying establishment. The result was a unique fusion menu that was getting rave reviews internationally.
Which was what brought them to their current situation. There were rumors abound that they were about to have a very special guest. Japanese royalty! Or, as good as, they were told. An old family of considerable wealth and influence. How excited, they thought, their business’ savoir would be to see someone from his homeland! For what it was worth, he had taken it as he would any other customer.
When she finally showed it was unmistakably her, being followed obediently by an overly cautious man who was quick to snap orders. She was given special attention, but the chef paid no head to his staff’s excitable chatter. He had changed, in time. He did not lack passion. But he had found that there was time for concentration. Enthusiasm could only get you so far. So he treated the new orders as any others--with great care.
But when his presence was requested, he relinquished the power of his kitchen and adapted his usual demeanor. He doubted someone from a noble Japanese family would approve of it. He had been around enough of them to know. He was not entirely wrong. The face that greeted him caused an immediate shift.
“H--Hime?” He blinked.
Kaoru Shiba looked up with all the grace and command that he recalled. She had changed too. Her normal stern expression was shifted with a slight quirk of her lips. Genta beamed back. Perhaps this would be more fun than he had anticipated.
Ove/Sid
Ove was a sentimental person. Which meant he easily became homesick. It got worse around the holidays. They never had that much time off. Except Sid had a lot of time on his hands. Which is why he was able to arrange a kidnapping of the Caps star directly following the Devils game. The Russian had been surprised to see his lover waiting for him but even more shocked when he saw where he was.
A gate for a plane headed for Moscow.
“What this?” He mumbled in confusion.
“If we leave right now, and fly out at three am the day after Christmas, you should be back here in time for a pregame nap.” Sidney explained quickly. “Besides. You said the greatest gift you couldn’t give your mother was seeing her yourself at home. Well, now you can.”
It took everything Alex had not to kiss the man who held his heart very publicly.
Todd/Shep
Explaining the origins of Christmas to any alien would be a difficult task. But John was finding that teaching a wraith its meaning was nearly impossible. First Todd couldn’t fathom how a scientist would be so powerful that he would embody himself in a small, defenseless and easily eliminated, form. Than was the questions concerning the commercial worship of the season. And the logistics behind the mythos and how parents could teach their children it like fact.
John tried to tell the wraith that it had evolved from a pagan ceremony--one of old times. But approaching the church’s strategic timing of their festivities the wraith scientist than put to question.
Juvia/Lucy
Juvia knew what holiday time was. She had seen the children around her gain glee and anticipate presents and time with their families. She saw them exchanging gifts and talking about parties. They were events she was never invited to. No one ever handed her a wrapped present. She had been resented at the thing that melted the snow that was supposed to signify the season with her rain. It was only another time of pain.
She had spent her first holiday season with the Fairy Tail guild pining over a certain ice mage. She had prepared an elaborate gift and feast. He had received neither due to a rather interesting job gone awry--as they frequently did. She had moped. Clearly she was not intended to have a merry holiday.
Sighing heavily she looked at the sky with a forlorn heaviness. Until a small voice cleared their throat. She turned her head to see the celestial spirit mage in a slight flush. She mumbled a few words as she shuffled closer. Wordlessly she handed the other a small package.
“Happy holidays.” Lucy whispered.
Juvia blinked a few times before taking the small gift. Without opening it, tears started to well up in her eyes. The air crackled around them as she threw around the other girl. Lucy gave a small squeak from the sudden gesture and the weather alike. But she relaxed all the same.
“Thank you.” Juvia sniffled.
“You’re welcome.” The blond whispered happily, hugging back through the unseasonable sprinkle.
SolarBaby614
RJ/Casey
This wasn’t a part of the plan. This weren’t supposed to turn out this way. He had been sent here to get inside the wolf clan’s defenses. It had taken three years of training while the current head of the order was located. But now, the young tiger protégé felt his defenses slipping. He had expected the floofy exterior the owner of a local pizzeria to dissolve once the doors were closed and his guise was unneeded.
After all, the wolf master knew that he was of an animal family. Each had a distinct scent that said ‘family’ after all. It was something no amount of training could hide. However, he was quite learned in the body language of the cheetah--a neutral clan his best friend Lily belong to. He was passing as one of their trainees. He anticipated the calm and serious ways of the wolf to settle in instantly.
He was wrong.
The master was honestly chipper and enthusiastic. It had initially been irritating. Slowly, ever so slowly, he had worked his way under the tiger’s skin. It built up until last night. Last night, when he found his new mentor’s lips on his own and his hands betrayed him. Now here he was staring into the water beneath the bridge near the park. This was wrong, his head kept screaming.
Hands came around his waist. He had heard the form, guessed his weight. But when the other settled against his back he knew instantly who it was. It scared him how quickly he had become used to the other’s form between training and…and whatever last night was.
“Ever so reflective. Not vengeful, you never were a very typical tiger.”
Casey breathed in sharply, trying to twist in the wolf’s arms. His grip was firm. A soft growl was in his ear. This was it. It was over. He was dead. Literally.
“It’s a good thing I’m not your typical wolf.” The allowed him to turn around. Unlike his voice there was a wounded look in the wolf’s eyes. He touched the other’s cheek tenderly. “You’re not like them. Even if you don’t see it yet. I do.”
“You’re not going to kill me?” Their clans’ feud almost demanded it.
“No. Do you know why?” He asked, his thumb traveling in slow tender line. The tiger shook his head slowly.
“Because we’re going to change the world.” It was a promise sealed with a kiss.
Bernard/Charlie
As everyone one else was panicking about getting home for the holidays--about finding that perfect gift or groaning about it not being over fast enough, there was only one thing on Charlie’s mind. How was he going to get his lover to forget about Christmas?
It wasn’t that he resented the holiday. He just didn’t understand after so many years how his boyfriend could get so worked up over the stress of his job. Everyone had issues. But, then again, ‘everyone’ wasn’t involved with a head elf that returned from retirement after he couldn’t stay still. Unfortunately this had led to many panic attacks and spurts of flailing since the week before Thanksgiving.
The normal tricks wouldn’t work. He couldn’t distract Bernard with thoughts of the better parts of Christmas. He couldn’t tell them it would all be over soon. To one as old as he--it was all like an eye blink. He couldn’t even offer some special services to sooth his lover’s nerves.
So he would have to do what he could do. He’s have to be there with charts and timetables, spreadsheets of deployment schedules, and there to refill his hot chocolate. It was ridiculously, oppressively, domestic. But it’s what the other needed--someone he could lean on. He didn’t have to answer to Charlie. (not yet at least.) He didn’t have to lead him. He simply had to be there with him.
Shaun/Zach
If you had told Zach ten years ago that he would be a successful artist with a loving husband, and a nephew who was more like a son, and a baby on the way he would have called you nuts. But here he was packing up a graph of his newest project in preparation for shipping. Sean was at his laptop, tapping away. Cody was in bed after going on about his list to Santa. The cherry on top was that they had gotten off the phone with their surrogate earlier in the day for their check in.
“Happy thoughts?” His husband smiled over his reading classes causing the artist to grin. It had been five years since Shaun had came back into his life and made him face who he was. Things had gone so fast, but he really couldn’t picture it being any other way.
“Very happy thoughts.” He agreed, walking over and placing himself in front of the other instead of letting the machine occupy his lap. “Very…very...happy thoughts.”
“Mmmm..” Shaun grinned, putting the machine away. “Just wait until next year. Next Christmas.”
He did--and it was wonderful. Except there were more important things on his mind. Like his husband.
The laptop was forgotten. As was the shipping. It was good thing Cody was such a sound sleeper.
Regina
She hadn’t ever really cared for the Earth custom of Christmas. It was far too much like magic for her liking. Which, of course, was an obstacle for her. Rather, it was too much like a thin boundary. While she had put everything she had into the spell that had brought them here she lived in constant fear that it would all fall apart. At this time that wouldn’t be quite so terrible. Even if there was some satisfaction in seeing Charming in an eternal sleep.
The more compelling fear was that of the residents of Storybook remembering. Memory could lead to rebellion. She had confidence in her abilities, but she liked security. She liked holding the upper hand.
But then along came this little child. This child her previous mirror had forewarned her might exist. It had taken many resources for her to locate and take him in. It had been a move to ensure her safety. Somewhere along the way, the pure bitter motivation in which she took the child in had shifted. It had become something softer. It was mournful.
IN his bright eyes, always questioning her, she felt everything that had slipped past her. Her life, his namesake, possible children of her own, in short--feeling. Life. All the things that had rejected her now taunted her again. It reminded her of snowy evenings with her father. His hand held firmly on her own as she chased snowflakes as they fell. Yet it made her hate the season all the more.
There were some things not even a heart of ice could withstand.
Genta/Kaoru
The restaurant had been in a buzz ever since they had got the news. Business had already been booming. Thanks to their newest chef--one who had retired from his personal endeavors in order to bring his creative culinary adventures to a broader market. His unique style and vibrant personality brought a spark to the dying establishment. The result was a unique fusion menu that was getting rave reviews internationally.
Which was what brought them to their current situation. There were rumors abound that they were about to have a very special guest. Japanese royalty! Or, as good as, they were told. An old family of considerable wealth and influence. How excited, they thought, their business’ savoir would be to see someone from his homeland! For what it was worth, he had taken it as he would any other customer.
When she finally showed it was unmistakably her, being followed obediently by an overly cautious man who was quick to snap orders. She was given special attention, but the chef paid no head to his staff’s excitable chatter. He had changed, in time. He did not lack passion. But he had found that there was time for concentration. Enthusiasm could only get you so far. So he treated the new orders as any others--with great care.
But when his presence was requested, he relinquished the power of his kitchen and adapted his usual demeanor. He doubted someone from a noble Japanese family would approve of it. He had been around enough of them to know. He was not entirely wrong. The face that greeted him caused an immediate shift.
“H--Hime?” He blinked.
Kaoru Shiba looked up with all the grace and command that he recalled. She had changed too. Her normal stern expression was shifted with a slight quirk of her lips. Genta beamed back. Perhaps this would be more fun than he had anticipated.
Ove/Sid
Ove was a sentimental person. Which meant he easily became homesick. It got worse around the holidays. They never had that much time off. Except Sid had a lot of time on his hands. Which is why he was able to arrange a kidnapping of the Caps star directly following the Devils game. The Russian had been surprised to see his lover waiting for him but even more shocked when he saw where he was.
A gate for a plane headed for Moscow.
“What this?” He mumbled in confusion.
“If we leave right now, and fly out at three am the day after Christmas, you should be back here in time for a pregame nap.” Sidney explained quickly. “Besides. You said the greatest gift you couldn’t give your mother was seeing her yourself at home. Well, now you can.”
It took everything Alex had not to kiss the man who held his heart very publicly.
Todd/Shep
Explaining the origins of Christmas to any alien would be a difficult task. But John was finding that teaching a wraith its meaning was nearly impossible. First Todd couldn’t fathom how a scientist would be so powerful that he would embody himself in a small, defenseless and easily eliminated, form. Than was the questions concerning the commercial worship of the season. And the logistics behind the mythos and how parents could teach their children it like fact.
John tried to tell the wraith that it had evolved from a pagan ceremony--one of old times. But approaching the church’s strategic timing of their festivities the wraith scientist than put to question.
Juvia/Lucy
Juvia knew what holiday time was. She had seen the children around her gain glee and anticipate presents and time with their families. She saw them exchanging gifts and talking about parties. They were events she was never invited to. No one ever handed her a wrapped present. She had been resented at the thing that melted the snow that was supposed to signify the season with her rain. It was only another time of pain.
She had spent her first holiday season with the Fairy Tail guild pining over a certain ice mage. She had prepared an elaborate gift and feast. He had received neither due to a rather interesting job gone awry--as they frequently did. She had moped. Clearly she was not intended to have a merry holiday.
Sighing heavily she looked at the sky with a forlorn heaviness. Until a small voice cleared their throat. She turned her head to see the celestial spirit mage in a slight flush. She mumbled a few words as she shuffled closer. Wordlessly she handed the other a small package.
“Happy holidays.” Lucy whispered.
Juvia blinked a few times before taking the small gift. Without opening it, tears started to well up in her eyes. The air crackled around them as she threw around the other girl. Lucy gave a small squeak from the sudden gesture and the weather alike. But she relaxed all the same.
“Thank you.” Juvia sniffled.
“You’re welcome.” The blond whispered happily, hugging back through the unseasonable sprinkle.