Like a normal advent calendar, there are twenty-five days, for twenty-five fics. Like a normal advent calendar, you never know what you're going to get: fluff or angst, long or short, coconut or raspberry ( Read more... )

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“Showoff.”

“Look who’s talking, Mister Wraparound!”

“You just wanted to one-up me!”

“You one-upped me!”

“Oh, as if I ever need a reason to score-”

Sergei leaned gingerly against the glossy elevator wall as Rick and Nikolai bickered beside him, silently watching the floor ( Read more... )

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His body fit perfectly against mine.

I dug my fingers into the smooth skin of his shoulders, arching up against him with a quiet moan that I just couldn’t stifle. His hair was pressed against my cheek as his lips roamed across my neck, kissing, sucking; leaving a burning trail in their wake as his mouth explored lower, ( Read more... )

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When the phone rings that morning, in the early hours before dawn has even broken, I’m already awake. I’m sitting in the living room on the cushy loveseat in front of the fireplace, a soft blanket draped over my legs and a mug of hot tea cupped in my hands as I watch the low flames flicker against the glass of the closed flue. The ( Read more... )

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Silent Gilbert Brule really isn’t that much of an unusual thing. Silent brooding is his natural state of being-it’s when he’s giggly and bright-eyed and grinning that you start to get worried. (Try getting him completely shit-faced drunk sometime. You’ll see what I mean.)

Silence because of sickness was a slightly ( Read more... )

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“Misha! Misha!”

The young girl’s voice rang out clear over the shimmering piles of white, the freshly-fallen snow glistening like crystals in the breaking morning light.  Sergei smiled peacefully as he walked through the deep snowdrifts, boots crunching and breath crisping as he strolled hand-in-hand with Nikolai. Ahead ( Read more... )

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On the day that I turned thirty-eight years old, I awoke to heaven.

Dark tousled hair filled my mouth and nose. A heavy arm was draped over my side, fingers were clenched tightly in the neck of my shirt, and a strong knee was jammed into my thigh. None of the blankets were on my side of the bed any longer, either wrapped ( Read more... )

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The night was cold, and bitter.

Snowflakes tumbled from the black velvet sky in graceful swirling patterns. Lit up by the multitude of shimmering Christmas lights, glistening white against the darkness, they looked almost like stars falling from heaven; like tiny angels dancing in the gloom: beautiful to watch, but ( Read more... )

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We aren’t exactly in the most comfortable of positions.

Rain patters softly down on the concrete night outside in a gentle drizzle, trickles of water meandering in abstract diagrams down the clear windows. The lights of the city glitter like stars in the distance, the moon making rare appearances through her veil of ( Read more... )

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I’d helped him out of his gear. I’d carried his bag to the car. I’d driven his beat-up old junker Camry with a healthy fear for my life and managed to not scream at him to get his brakes checked more than once a decade. I’d foregone a pleasant quiet meal and my own bed to instead carry his bag up to his apartment and fix him soup ( Read more... )