Hi! I participated in the challenge and submitted my fanfics here and on AO3. However I have also made some translations on my native language (Spanish), since there is way more fanfics in Spanish there than on AO3, and put them on my FFN account (always saying that they were for this challenge). Is that ok, right?
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Summary: Kalluto participate in a Christmas recital much for his parents (miss)fortune.
"When he is going to appear?" asked Phinks to his husband.
He and Feitan had decided to put their son Kalluto on a ballet class so he could have something fun to do after school and make friends. Initially neither Phinks nor Feitan were sure about the whole idea. Phinks wanted him to try soccer, since he had been a professional player and now served as coach of a well-known, team of the city, so having his son keeping on the tradition would make him very happy; while Feitan believed that Kalluto would be better at traditional art classes like drawing or sculpting on clay. But at the end Kalluto showed so much interest that they allowed him. And now both of them had been invited to his Christmas recital. Sadly, that meant that they had to see the rest of the ballet show just to see Kalluto dancing.
"Dunno, the program said that the show is going to be 4 acts and we are just in the first" answered Feitan.
"And there are three more? This is worse than those Lord of Rings movies!" complained Phinks receiving a strong "Shhh" reaction from other viewers.
“It is not that long; the whole recital is only an hour and forty minutes.” Said Feitan.
“Still, that’s too long, for me!” cried Phinks in a low voice.
Feitan bite his lip feeling beyond bored. He loved arts and dance in general, bit seeing teens and children dance in such an amateurish manner a piece of old classic ballet made him nauseous. He just wanted to go back home and take a long nap with Phinks while Kalluto played in their old Wii, without even thinking on ugly ballets again.
"Why is there Mickey Mouse?" asked Phinks confused.
"That is not Mickey. Is the rat king. " explained Feitan.
"What the hell a rat has to do with Christmas?" said Phinks confused.
"It is part of the Nutcracker fairy tale."
"That is very weird. They should have used the Grinch or something more Christmas-like. Not a rat!" exclaimed Phinks, followed by a massive "Shhh", making him shut him mouth for the rest of the act.
Phinks could not understand anything about ballet, asides of how much tiresome that must be. As a professional soccer coach and PE teacher he knew that for the way they were moving that must have been a constant effort. Definitively ballet was not a thing for the weak. That make him smile with pride. He definitively had made a good choice putting Kalluto on that class. His son was going to get strong.
Feitan tried to look around the theatre if there was something fin way to entertain himself that wasn´t drooling while a bunch of kids that he didn’t care about danced. The scenography and the decoration of that play seemed way too professional to be made for such an ugly event and the way in which ballerinas were dressed seemed way too pimped out and elaborated for a child or a teenager.
“Their makeup looks like if they were clowns or drag queens.” Murmured Feitan as the act concluded making Phinks chuckle in silence, hoping that Kalluto would not have his face painted like that.
Both men saw that a couple entered discretely by the back door of the theatre, caring a baby with them. Feitan and Phinks recognized them, they were Machi and Chrollo with their baby son. Probably they had come to the recital to see their kid too, however unlike Feitan and Phinks they had arrived half an hour late.
“Hi, do you mind that we sit near you?” asked Chrollo to Phinks.
“It is ok.” Said Feitan.
“Why the hell you arrived so late?” asked Phinks.
“I was still busy in her work and Chrollo had to take our baby to the doctor for a small check-up, so we told Neon that we were going to be late.” Said Machi.
“But not long enough to miss her act!” said Chrollo.
“How the hell do you know when is her act?” asked Phinks furiously. If he had only knew when Kalluto act was he and Feitan may had arrived late too.
“Well both Machi and I know the play by memory and we even participated in the same recital when we were in high school. Neon said that she was going to be dancing the reed flutes dance, that happens after the Russian dance of the candy canes.” Said Chrollo.
“After that there is going to be another dance more about Arab coffee, then the Waltz of Flowers and finally some sort of grand finale.” Said Machi.
“Do you know in which act Kalluto is going to dance?” asked Chrollo, making Phinks and Feitan watch each other in embarrassment.
“No, no we don’t know.” Said Feitan, felling like a failure for not knowing much about his son hobby. Now that they thought about maybe he never said them about it because he was going to have an embarrassing minor role, like be a three who is part of the scenography or just staying there as a cloud or a snowflake, without making much movement and not dancing anything. Kalluto didn’t even let them saw his costume! Maybe letting him do ballet was not a good idea after all.
“I don’t know either, maybe he is going to be a three like that girl out there.” Said Phinks pointing to a small girl just standing in the scenario dressed as a three without moving.
“It is ok, any role is good! Plus, there is going to be another six or five dances before the finale and I am sure that Kalluto is going to be in there.” Said Chrollo.
Both couples stayed quiet observing the whole show without a word. Each dance was played by a different group of children, sometimes younger sometimes older sometimes better and sometimes worse. The baby falled asleep with the music and both Feitan and Phinks would have done the same if they hadn’t drink insane amounts of coffee and energy drinks before going and if weren´t concerned about seeing Kalluto in the show.
When Neon appeared in the scenario Phinks could saw how Chrollo and Machi took as many pictures as possible, almost like if they were part of a fanclub. However, there was not any sign of Kalluto in the play. Feitan sighed silently. Now there was only two more acts before the finale and he doubted that Kalluto was in the grand finale, since he had only one year as dancer.
“When we are going to see our boy?” asked Phinks frustrated.
“Maybe he is the one in charge of the special effects.” Said Feitan.
“What special effects are you talking about? This is a ballet recital not a Marvel movie!” Grunted Phinks.
“Maybe he painted the background of that scenario. Or he is the one changing the color of the lights and opening the curtains.”
“That’s nonsense! If I wanted him to paint a gigantic Christmas tree, I would have put him on painting classes not on ballet! Our son has more talent than that!” said Phinsk losing his control, receiving an ear pull from Machi, who could not believe that her baby had been quieter during the play than a grown adult.
Phinks frowned his non-existent brows angry of what was happening. His son deserved to dance! Not to be just a piece of the scenario who does nothing!
However, Phinks frown was short lived. When the Arab Coffee started to play, he saw Kalluto entering to the scenario in a brown ballet costume full of golden glitter and shiny details. Another girl entered too, but he did not care about her, he only cared about his son.
“Yeah! Kalluto, Kalluto, Kalluto!” screamed Phinks and Feitan overly excited as they saw him.
“Shhh! This is a ballet recital, not a soccer game!” groaned Machi as she slapped both men, feeling annoyed of the fact that her one year old baby had been quieter than those two thirty something grown men.
Phinks and Feitan made an effort to shut up, feeling way too proud of their boy and how he started to dance. Despite of being an amateur he was able to carry the other girl and make her swing at the rhythm of the melodies. Kalluto definitively had been training and practicing much for that, no wonder why he sometimes spends more than the two and a half hours of his daily ballet class practicing and doing exercise with his both parents. He also was able to walk on his tiptoes and spin like a wheel and jump large distances with grace. Objectively, even if he was not their son, he was still better than many of the kids and teens that danced on that recital, including many of the older kids and teens who were more experienced.
When the dance concluded, both Phinks and Feitan stranded up cheering and clapping proud of their kid. Phinks was about to cry of the emotion (although he would never admit that) while Feitan could not stop shouting “Bravo, bravissimo!”.
Phinks and Feitan spend the rest of the function watching each other happily, feeling proud of themselves and their kid. It had been a long journey since they began to date each other back at university to then marry and finally being able to adopt a child. They remembered how Kalluto was so shy and nervous when he came home for the first time and how they had to spend a long time to make sure that he felt comfortable living with them. Now, they had overcome as family their struggles and could actually have a good time together, even if they were at a scenario from distance.
When the recital finished, they went to hug Kalluto and give him congratulations.
“You did a well job!” said Feitan to Kalluto.
“Thanks dad.” Said the boy happy.
“You were excellent! Definitively Santa is going to give you an extra present for that!” said Phinks.
“Papa, I am eleven, I know that Santa…”
“Shhh… you don’t have to know anything; he will still give you gifts anyway!” interrupted Phinks.
“Plus, Chrollo’s girl does not know it yet.” Said Feitan, making Kalluto laugh.
“She is sixteen! She should know!” exclaimed Kalluto laughin.
“Guess, his dad has too much Christmas spirit.” said Phinks.
“By the way, did you take any photos of me dancing?” asked Kalluto.
Phinks and Feitan saw each other with the face in blank. They had been so invested in watching him dance had forgot to take any photo!
“No… we forgot it.” Said Phinks with a bit of sadness.
“Don’t worry Kalluto, my wife and I took some photos when your parents were watching you. It seems, that they were way too impressed by your dance that they forgot to take pictures. But don’t worry I will send them to them on Messenger!” Said Chrollo, who appeared with Machi, Neon and their little baby.
“Thanks a lot, Mr Lucilfer!” said Kalluto happily.
Phinks and Feitan proceed to greet Chrollo and Machi, thanking them for taking those photos.
“Well did you liked my dance?” asked Neon to the other two men.
“Yeah, we liked it.” mumbled Phinks trying to conceal the fact that he had been way too distracted during her act.
“Machi and I were talking about inviting you today to our home to a small Christmas reunion like in the old times.” said Chrollo referring to the double dates that Machi and him had with Phinks and Feitan back when they were younger.
“Would you like to come home with us right now?” asked Machi.
“It would be good.” Said Phinks.
“Would not be too much hassle to you?” asked Feitan.
“Don’t worry, dad a I have made lots of ginger bread cookies!” said Neon.
“Also, we were planning to order some fast food after the recital.” Said Machi, while she rocked her baby in her arms.
“Yeah, we will go! Do you mind if we go to our home so Kalluto changes his ballet clothes for something less extravagant?” asked Phinks.
“I am okay with these clothes.” Said Kalluto.
“Of course, you are okay, after all you won’t clean them if they get dirty with soy sauce or ketchup when you get home!” groaned Phinks.
“I will be careful papa, and if I soil them, I will clean them myself!” said Kalluto.
“Besides, Neon is going to eat in her ballerina dress too.” Said Chrollo.
“Well, it seems we had no choice but comply.” Said Phinks smiling.
“Excellent, so let’s go then!” said Chrollo.
The Portor-Macub family was having a really good holiday season.
Merry Christmas to you all! I wish you happy holidays, to you and your loved ones. I loved to participate in this challenge and write fluff to end this in a stellar way!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 3/3
Fandom: Hunter X Hunter
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Theta/Tserriednich Hui Guo Rou, Kurapika/Neon Nostrade, Hisoka/Machi (Hunter X Hunter), Kuroro Lucifer | Chrollo Lucifer/Machi
Characters: Theta (Hunter X Hunter), Tserriednich Hui Guo Rou, Neon Nostrade, Kurapika (Hunter X Hunter), Hisoka (Hunter X Hunter), Machi (Hunter x Hunter), Kuroro Lucifer | Chrollo Lucifer
Additional Tags: Christmas Angst
Series: Part 2 of Conflicted Love Series
Summary:
The Black Whale had sunk. With the Prince Tserriednich’s disappearance, Theta tries to move on with her life as a bodyguard. Machi, being the last Spider aside from Chrollo, tries to stay alive and away from Hisoka’s bloodlust. Neon longed for Kurapika’s presence this Christmas. Each of them receive presents from the person they are bounded to, with most of them being unpleasant and unwanted.
For Tumblr’s HxH Small Ship’s Christmas Event Day 1 Prompt: Unexpected Gift + “You didn’t think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?”
Christmas is not precisely a happy date for Kurapika, even when everybody is having a blast out there in the Christmas party, he can’t help but feel haunted by his past. However, Melody does the best to understand him and ease his pain.
Done for the #smallshipschristmas event for the day 4 prompt: Missing someone!
But It’s Worth A Shot - [Ging Freecss/Pariston Hill]
[“Alcohol might not fix all your problems—[but it’s worth a shot].”]
“Ah, well, you see…!” His smile deepened and he was about to state some frivolity about how he “wasn’t very interested in alcohol”—which was true-- but decided better of it. When it came to social etiquette, it was always best to accept a drink when offered. And one couldn’t hurt, he mused.
[Pariston—still pained from the loss of the Chairman—finds a new plaything in Ging at a Hunter Association Holiday Party. Written for @hxhsmallchristmas prompt 2: Drunken Confession.]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
I wrote one of my signature crackfics for the event. He was drunk, and it was a confession, just not the type anyone would expect…
Anyways, it’s an amusing PariMizai fic called between me and you (and everyone I’ve spilled my heart to) . The fic is M rated, so please keep that in mind before reading it.
Note: A short HisoMachi fluffy for @hxhsmallchristmas 💕 Day 1: "You didn't think I'd let you spend Christmas alone, did you?"
She wasn't expecting the colorful lights flashing cheerfully when she opened the door. The place was all decorated in the most cheesy way possible. Santas and reindeers, elves and snowmen, little gingerbread houses and candy canes. Even a Christmas tree with a huge star on the top was standing in the corner of the living room. Her living room. At least temporarily. Machi had found that place in a nice area with privacy and a milder weather; it used to belong to a lower rank mafia member that was erased by the boss so she was sure she wouldn't be bothered.
Well, she wasn't supposed to.
She was ready to drop her take-out dinner and get defensive — try to feel the aura of the invasor, prepare her threads — when Hisoka simply walked into the room from the kitchen, wearing an apron around his waist and a smile on his face.
"Machi, you're home!"
"No, I'm leaving."
She said without thinking and without thinking she turned around and walked out of that weird scenario. Her mind was filled with questions but the answer to all of them was probably that Hisoka loved to tease her. So, if he was bored enough, it would be a pleasure to him to track her down and give himself the trouble of decorating her place to pretend he celebrated something when clearly neither he or she cared about Christmas at all. But she wasn't in the mood to be his audience so it would be less of a bother to find a new place. Maybe. She was almost sure of that.
Little snowflakes were falling now but she only noticed it when Hisoka called her name and ran to her. His hair started to get covered by the little white flakes and his clear skin was getting flushed with no makeup to hide it. She huffed, taking a step back but standing there to listen to him.
"I'm not doing it just to tease you, silly girl."
"There's no other reason for you to do it."
"Actually there is," his lips curled up almost sweetly and he got a little closer to her, not touching her, however. Machi knew he was testing her limits and decided she could accept that small distance between them.
"But you won't tell me."
"I'd rather show you."
His breath was visible with the cold and his voice was as velvety as it got when he was trying to seduce her. Still, she looked away.
"I've seen enough and I hated all that. Christmas sucks, thought you agreed with it."
"It does when we're apart," Hisoka touched her face and she creased her eyebrows, not because of his cold fingers sliding slowly on her skin but because of his words.
"You've been watching too many romcoms, haven't you?" She smirked with irony but his eyes shined as if he had accepted it as a smile.
"Maybe… but I didn't want to let you spend this night alone…"
Machi didn't stop him when his face got dangerously closer to hers as he spoke. She didn't avoid him when his cold lips touched hers, although she took a while to allow his tongue to slide inside her mouth. He gently pulled her face up towards his and got deeper, slowly, making her feel a little dizzy as he was apparently savoring her warmth as if it was his personal Christmas Eve supper. He made her feel like he craved it and had dreamed of it for the weeks they had been apart.
It was so pathetic, just like the Christmas decorations. And she didn't know why — it wasn't supposed to happen — but it made her feel nice.
"Let's go inside," she broke the kiss, shaking her head lightly because she'd just realized she wanted it. She would never admit it, however. "You're freezing."
Hisoka hummed pleasantly and lifted her up in his arms, carrying her bridal style despite her brief and weak protest.
"Thanks for keeping me warm, Machi."
"Shut up," she spat and rolled her eyes when they got back to the extravagant living room. "And I'm crashing these stupid dolls."
"They're all yours to ruin, love." He shoved his face on the crook of her neck, breathing deeply between the back of her ear and her hair covered by a beanie and whispered in a way that made her shiver, "just like me…"
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ging Freecs/Pariston Hill
Characters: Ging Freecs, Pariston Hill
Additional Tags: Pariging, Christmas, Drama & Romance, Mind Games, Post-Chairman Election Arc, Alternative Universe- Canon Divergence, Pre-Dark Continent Arc
Word count: 2183
Summary:
[What would greet him when the door with the number “203” on it opened? Scenarios, as fleeting as snowflakes, bloomed in his mind. Would Ging be amused at his sudden appearance? Maybe turn him away in anger? Oh, certainly not in earnest. But what if— and indeed, all signs were pointing in that direction— he was expecting him? Maybe Ging wanted to play, too.]
[Written for the @hxhsmallchristmas event. December 19/prompt 1: “You Didn’t Think I’d Let You Spend Christmas Alone, Did You?”]
This is the first of a couple pariging fics I'll be writing for this event. It would be cool if you could check it out and leave feedback if you like :)
Pakunoda tries to visit Machi at her place on Christmas, with unexpected results, since the Phantom Troupe can't spend a day without killing or robbing someone nor the chaos that comes with it.
Made for the #smallshipschristmas for the Day 1 prompts: “You didn’t think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?” and “Unexpected Gift”. Warning! This fanfic has a M classification since it contains violence as well as mentions of sex!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hunter X Hunter
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kurapika/Neon Nostrade
Characters: Kurapika (Hunter X Hunter), Neon Nostrade
Additional Tags: Post-Break Up, Succession Contest Arc (Hunter X Hunter), Angst
Series: Part 1 of Conflicted Love Series
Summary:
Kurapika made an extremely difficult decision: to forgo a chance of happiness with Neon so that he can complete his obligation. He embarks on the Black Whale to sail to the Dark Continent. How would Neon cope?
For Day 4 of the HxH Small Ship Christmas Week (19th-25th Dec): Missing You [posting prematurely, it’s only Day 1]
@hxhsmallchristmas
The sequel will also contain Tserriednich/Theta and Hisoka/Machi for Day 1 Prompt for #smallshipschristmas : “You didn’t think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?” and “Unexpected Gift”.
I know I’m posting prematurely because it’s only Day 1 of the HxH Small Ship Christmas Event, but I plan to swap Day 1 and Day 4 because the Day 1 prompts is more suitable for the sequel.
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