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well, i’m not really the one for emotional stories but i will try

it’s st. stephen’s day, boxing day or just the day after christmas today. so what a better time to write my farewell for this year?

thank you so much to everyone who participated. i know there was so much effort put into each gift by everyone. it was everyone who made this secret santa amazing, not just me. i, myself, didnt experience the excitement that comes with secret santas but i know from my close friends that this was quite the event to be looking forward to. even though there were two no-shows, everything went smoothly. in fact, most of the problems were caused from my end. the people who i have talked to knew of my worries for this. i guess i didn’t have to. this just really shows how united the fandom can be. even if there were rough times in the fandom, this patchwork of beautiful fanwork shows how talented and amazing everyone is.

even if you didn’t participate this year, there is always next year. let’s make this a tradition in our fandom.

i guess this is it for now. i hope everyone had a happy holiday, and if you didn’t, you’re not alone. i really hope to see everyone back here next year!

slán go foill, nancy

to: @toxicon222

from: @sharkkisser

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Hey, toxicon222!!!! Happy Holidays!!!! This was so much fun to draw, I hope you enjoy!!

By the way, I recorded this when I drew it, sorry if you mind, ;o; if you don’t, just message me and I could send you a link to the speedpaint!!

Yeah, haha ah, sorry and Happy Holidays!!

to: @logdotuniverse

from: @aesthetic-howellester

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Merry Christmas! I may not not to you all that often or even at all but just know I still love you and I hope you have a great Christmas and an amazing new year <3 Love, shhhh it’s a secret

to: @thesocially-awkwardturtle

from: @sorachibbi

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This is for thesocially-awkwardturtle! I hope you enjoy this story, Sarah! Merry Christmas!!!! A Vikklan one-shot just for you!!!! Merry Fishfishfishmas to you!!! :)

to: @poofless-perfection

from: @hairdye-princess

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Happy holidays! I hope you enjoy my gay poofless drawing❤ have a great Christmas or whatever you celebrate!

to: @aesthetic-howellester

from: @toxicon222

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Tah Dah!! There’s your little Vikklan gift. I hope you like it!! I apologize because I’m not super good at fluffy cute stuff, but I wanted to try to make this perfect for you! Merry Christmas friend and I hope you enjoy this little gift from me!!

to: @mig-raine-ntp

from: @poofless-perfection

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(ok so this is a little poofless winter themed gift for the secret santa, so, well, i hope you enjoy!!)

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from: @rm-kaleidoscope

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Have a Merry Berry Christmas! Enjoy your lovely Robert!

to: @team-woof

from: @scoobydoobydood

Here’s the one of Rob I made for you! <3 hope you like it!! Thanks for setting this whole thing up for our fandom!! <3 Merry Christmas

#i needed to put this in format too #don't mind me #submission

to: @oi-triple-sea-creature

from: @endersquirrel

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ngl I was really happy to get you for secret santa because your art is absolutely amazing, so here’s Vik and Lachlan building a snowman for the festive season! Happy Holidays :D

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from: @logdotuniverse

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Yo yo yo, friendirino! I know you like Vikk and Pete so have my best attempt at drawing them <3 Pete is too hard to draw bc how do you draw slimes with bodies? So he is now Vikk’s compainion c: Hope you like it and I wish you a happy holidays and a fantastic new year! (maybe next year our ships will come true) xx

to: @scoobydoobydood

from: @somanywordsintheworld

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Hello! I really hope you like this gift! I apologise for the hands, I’ve never been good at drawing them… Sorry. Anyway, have a merry Christmas!

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from: @katinkadragongirl

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Happy Holidays, @sharkkisser! I hope you enjoy this and that you have a wonderful Christmas! ❤

“Hey!”, Vik yelped, his voice abruptly jumping up a few octaves. He adjusted his arms, doing his best to hold his friend down. The two were lying on Lachlan’s bed, the owner of the room rested across the mattress with his legs dangling over the edge and, just moments before, his attention focused on his phone. The other was sprawled comfortably on the sheets, using the blond male’s stomach as a perfect place to rest his head - up until Lachlan tried moving from under him. “Come on! Let me get up!”, Lachlan complained back, unable to keep the chuckle from his voice. “Nuuu, you’re my pillow now. Pillows don’t move.”, came the response, muffled by Vik burying his face into the other’s shirt. He raised his hand, patting Lachlan’s chest disorientedly and mumbling further incoherent words about immobile cushions, making his friend giggle probably unintentionally. “Pillows don’t laugh either.”, he added, almost seeming offended as he turned his head to the side, blinking up at Lachlan. “Alright, mate, but I’m not a pillow.” “Yes, you are now. You are my pillow.”, Vik nuzzled his face back into his friend’s stomach, hugging him tighter around the waist and making him let a few more giggles loose. “God damn it, when I said we could cuddle I didn’t mean you not letting me do anything else.”, he was hoping that by exaggerating, he could win but all he accomplished was Vik completely ignoring his comment and trying to tease him by blowing hot air onto his skin through his shirt and making small “pffffhmpf” sounds instead. That eventually (as in, a few seconds later), caused Lachlan to start squirming with laughter. Not only was he ticklish and did Vik’s antics feel weird (but also familiar, as he had done it plenty of times before) but his childishness was amusing too. “Sto-o-op it!”, the blond giggled loudly, but to no avail. “Vik, this is no-ot a good i-i-idea, I’ll end up ki-icking you in the fa-ace…!” To that, the other boy raised his head, staring at Lachlan’s previously flailing legs before looking back up at him, asking a simple question. “How?” “Oh, come on, why do you always have to make your statements anatomically correct?“ “No, Lachlan, the question is why do you never do that?”, Vik snickered, still holding his “victim” tightly around the waist. “For f-…I just wanted to get a drink, that’s all!”, he burst out. “Oh”, his friend quieted suddenly. “you should have just said that.”, he stated, sitting up and leaving the other to freely escape. Though he looked indifferent, or even a bit remorseful, Lachlan wasn’t fooled - long years of friendship taught him to recognise that small glint of mischief and joy that could never be flawlessly hidden behind those deep mocha eyes. “So I can leave now?”, Lachlan smiled curiously. He only received a short nod in response, Vik blinking slowly and sitting back on his calves, looking almost akin to a cautious meerkat. The other chuckled, petting the mop of naturally dishevelled black hair atop the shorter boy’s head absent-mindedly after getting up. “Look, I know you’re gonna “attack” me as soon as I return anyway.”, he was perfectly aware of Vik’s ways and rules during these sessions that swung from cuddling to playfighting and back to cuddling peacefully again.

After a few minutes of lazily poking the cartoonish birds covering the duvet (when they went shopping for sheets, they had an agreement to not buy any boring, plain white ones), Vik’s attention was drawn away again by the door opening. Turning to look (and falling square on his butt in the process), he saw his friend entering holding two large glasses, one of which was containing some kind of fizzy drink and the other something orange-yellow. Lachlan handed the latter to the male on his bed, sitting next to him right after, careful not to spill his own beverage. Vik gazed at the other curiously before bringing the glass up to his face, cautiously sticking the tip of his tongue into the substance. He wouldn’t have put it past Lachlan to give him some horrid tasting thing to prank him, watch him down it in a few gulps anticipating something nice. However, his features lit up with a large smile when he tasted mango juice - his favourite. He let out a tiny, happy squeak at the delightful surprise and, ignoring Lachlan’s giggles, downed almost half of the half litre glass in the matter of seconds. After that, he sat back more comfortably, licking his lips as a silent thank-you for the treat. “…and I wasn’t even thirsty. Thanks, though.”, he grinned. “Welcome.”, Lachlan hummed, taking a sip of his own soda. “Plus you don’t drink enough anyway.” “Oi, when did you turn into my mum?”, the other teased, laughing. “Never? Not like I’m gonna say sorry for looking out for you.”, it wasn’t a particularly funny comment, yet after a few seconds of glancing at each other, both boys started laughing. When that passed, Lachlan raised his glass to his lips again, just to be stopped by his friend speaking up. “Great, now you’re gonna be burping all over the place again.”, Vik visibly bit the tip of his tongue, which didn’t really help his grin, while waiting for the reaction. “That only happens after you’ve been jumping on my stomach, mate.”, Lachlan shrugged, acting indifferent. Vik gulped, suddenly remembering an occasion not so long ago when they were both jumping on each other, wrestling and laughing loudly like complete idiots - except then it wasn’t 7up or Kinley or Canada Dry or whatever Lachlan was drinking at that moment but a few bottles of cider and bear. It was still fun though. “You just made that up.”, Vik countered. “Oh, really? You think so?”, trying to be as sassy as possible, Lachlan tilted his head. “Yes.” “Well, I’m not the one who said I have a shitty imagination…”, his grin spread even wider. “This doesn’t take imagination, Power.”, Vik furrowed his brow in mock seriousness. “Whatever you say.”, he shrugged, taking another sip of his drink while still keeping an eye on his friend. “Do you have a better imagination then?” “Pfft, of course I do.” “Prove it then.”, he shot back, somehow taking Vik off guard. “What? How?”, he squinted, completely forgotten about his drink. “Good question.”, Lachlan took his time to finish his soda, placing the empty glass down on his nightstand. “Tell me a tale. But I mean, make one up.” “What? A tale?”, suddenly, he chuckled. “Does little Lachy want a bedtime story?” “Yes!”, Lachlan answered without even thinking about it, his eyes lighting up. “Tell me a story, Vikky!” At that, Vik burst out laughing - he didn’t quite expect the request to be serious. “Lachlan, it’s 1pm, it’s not time for bedtime stories!“, the fact that also, they were both 20-year-old grown men didn’t even cross his mind. "Yeah, and? We’re on a bed, so it’s a bedtime story.”, Lachlan stated in response, moving to lie down properly, with his head on his pillow. “Come on, Vikky, I want my bedtime story!” Vik snickered and, understanding he had no way to back out, placed his drink down, then crawled up next to his friend and lay on his back. “And then what? You want to go to sleep at 1 in the afternoon?” “Well, duh, that’s what you do after a bedtime story, Vikky. You sleep.”, he claimed matter-of-factly. “You’re such a kid.”, the other giggled. “Alright, and do I have to sleep with you too?” “Yes.” “But why? I’m the one telling the tale.” “Because I said so. You tell me a story and then you cuddle and sleep with me.”, Lachlan declared, strictly leaving no room for objections. He started moving around, obviously trying to find the most comfortable position for listening to his bedtime story and eventually settling with his head nestled on Vik’s chest. “May I start now?”, Vik asked, chuckle evident in his voice, petting his friend’s golden locks. “Yep.”, he closed his eyes happily. “Okay then. So, once upon a time…”

to: @rm-kaleidoscope

from: @scoobydoobydood

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Hope you like it! Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! <3

to: @somanywordsintheworld

from: @mig-raine-ntp

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hello friend! merry christmas, first of all <3 I’ve written an awkward little (okay, not so little) thing with the Mitch/Lachlan ship - I hope you’ll find it okay! also italics are not my friend - basically any words contained /within/ those // are meant to be italics. have a gr89 day today!

– Mistletoe Mishaps [Craftbattlecanadian] – Ratings: why do I put these tbh Warnings: floof Word Count: 1465 words – “Do we really have to go?” “It’s the entire pack babe, how often do we meet?” “But…what if they find out about us?” “They won’t, I promise.” Letting out a sigh, Lachlan reluctantly let Mitch lead him to the car. “These are going to be the worst few hours of my life.” “We’re with the boys though, so I guess it makes it better,” Mitch murmured softly. “Any time I can’t have you in my arms is hell,” Lachlan replied. A roseate tint covered Mitch’s pale cheeks. “Come on babe, we’re going to be late.” – Pulling up to the house, Mitch cast a side way glance at Lachlan. “You ready, babe-I mean, Lachlan?” “As ready as you are.” Both boys stepped out of the car, Mitch locking it and sliding the key into his pocket. Lachlan knocked on the wooden door. “Finally! Took you both long enough!” The door swung open to reveal Jerome, wearing an ugly Christmas sweater and his favourite penguin hat. “Sorry about that, biggums. How did the honeymoon go?” Mitch replied. “Really well, so now we’re just settling into the new house. Come on in!” The duo removed their shoes and stepped in, Lachlan shutting the door behind him. “Rob, Preston and Vikk are already in the movie room. Louise is spending the night with some of her friends, so we’ll have the house to ourselves,” Jerome explained as he led the way up the stairs. Pushing the door open, he loudly announced, “The whole pack is here!” Cheers rose from the other three in the room as Mitch and Lachlan entered, Lachlan waving and Mitch tilting his head in greeting. Rob and Preston gestured for Mitch to join them on the couch, while Lachlan took a seat on the floor, wedging himself between Vikk and Jerome. Mitch and Lachlan turned their attention to the others in the room, carefully keeping their glances away from each other. “Anyone wants to watch a movie?” Preston tossed the question out, everyone immediately agreeing. Jerome stood up and grabbed his laptop, flicking through the movies on Netflix. “Any suggestions?” Jerome asked. Catching on to Mitch’s pointed look, he added, “Besides Hunger Games?” “James Bond?” Vikk suggested, but Rob shook his head. “What about The Notebook?” He counteed Vikk’s suggestion. Preston rolled his eyes. “You’re so basic, Robert.” “Says the most basic of us all! Who’s the one who loves Starbucks with all his heart?” Rob joked, Preston lightly punching Rob’s arm, opening his mouth to make a sassy retort. “Any other suggestions?” Jerome cut Preston off before he and Rob could start a full blown argument. When no one argued, Jerome shrugged. “The Notebook it is then. Everyone, squeeze on the couch!” Lachlan and Vikk stood up and headed to the couch, the other three moving closer to each other to provide more space for them. Due to the small size of the couch, Lachlan found himself pressed up against his boyfriend-which he wouldn’t mind in any other case, except for the fact that it took too much self control not to put his arm around his boyfriend. Next to him, Mitch wasn’t having the best time of his life either. The crook of Lachlan’s neck was tempting him, to lay his head down. The movie started playing, the boys turning their focus on the screen. Mitch gritted his teeth and glared at the screen. /Focus, goddamn it!/ He willed himself, trying to lose himself in the movie. It wasn’t working though. He could feel every fibre reaching out to Lachlan. Time seemed to tick torturously slow for Lachlan. Leaning against the back of the couch, all his focus was on the brown haired Canadian he called his boyfriend. Closing his eyes, he imagined the feeling of Mitch pressed up against him. The messy hair, lively eyes and sly grin of hi- “I SHIP IT!” A shout interrupted Lachlan’s thoughts, his eyes snapping open. /Since when did they get up?/ Standing in front of him was Rob, Preston, Jerome and Vikk. They were staring at Lachlan with huge grins on their faces. /Wait, what?/ He suddenly became aware of the body leaning on him. Looking to his right, he realized his arm was curled around a sleeping Mitch’s shoulders. Fear hit him and he snatched his arm away, secretly wanting to put it back in the same position. “What’s going on?” Mitch’s sleepy voice interrupted his thoughts. “You both are so cute together!” Rob squealed. Lachlan felt his face redden. He opened his mouth, ready to retort, but Mitch beat him to it. “Oh please, I’m not even gay. Sorry to crush your fantasies.” Mitch replied with a smirk. Lachlan could see the nervousness in his eyes, and hoped the boys wouldn’t notice it. Thankfully, they seemed to believe it, Vikk casting one suspicious glance at them before shrugging. “If you say so then. Shall we play truth or dare?” Vikk asked, getting replies of nods and answers of “yes”. Getting off the couch, the six boys sat in a circle, Jerome grabbing an unopened bottle of beer from the stash laying at the corner of the room and setting it in the middle. “Get me one of those too!” Mitch called out, Jerome acquiescing and passing the former a bottle. Rob spun the bottle, with it stopping with its cap pointing at Vikk. “So, Preston, truth or dare?” “I’d usually go for dare, but this time, truth.” “Wow, pussy,” Lachlan stage-whispered, earning a laugh from all but Preston, whom replied with a middle finger. “Fine. Preston, tell us about a time when you were drunk.” Preston’s cheeks instantly flushed red. Jerome noticed and pointed at him. “Looks like the pleb has a story to tell!” “Shut up you, I only accidentally threw up on a girl after making out with her…” The room erupted in laughter, Rob slapping Preston’s shoulder. “Now we all know why you can’t get a girl!” “Shut up, you piece of flowery shit!” Preston retorted, his face burning. “What did you just say?” “Break it up, y'all! Preston, spin the bottle!” Mitch cut the two off, the two of them mock-glaring at each other before Preston spun the bottle. “Jeez, y'all fight like a married couple,” Jerome commented, earning an unamused chuckle from Rob. “Lachlan, truth or dare? And I swear if you say truth, you’re the biggest hypocrite I know.” “I was going to pick dare anyway, Preston,” Lachlan smirked. Rob stood up. “Be right back, need to get something,” he said, casting a meaningful glance at Preston. The latter seemed to have gotten whatever telepathic message the former had sent, nodding with a cheeky smirk on his face. “Uh oh, I don’t really like what’s going on. Preston, what did you plan with Rob?” Lachlan asked warily. Preston didn’t reply for a few moments. Finally, he opened his mouth. “Look up.” Lachlan looked up, the expression on his face reflecting his horror. Jerome tried to control his laughter, Vikk looked shocked and Mitch wanted to strangle Preston. Lo and behold, a piece of mistletoe dangled between Vikk and Lachlan, Rob holding it with a satisfied smirk. “Well, what about some Vikklan action?” Preston chuckled. Vikk seemed too shocked to say anything while Lachlan prepared to object- “No.” Mitch cut all of them off with a stern no. Evidently surprised by Mitch’s sudden shift in mood, Jerome tilted his head. “What’s wrong with a little fun, Mitch?” “Yeah, come on, don’t be a spoilsport!” Preston chimed in. “I said, no.” Mitch’s expression reflected his barely controlled anger. “Is there a specific reason?” Rob asked, curiosity in his voice. Mitch just shook his head. “In that case, may Vikk and Lachlan kindly kis-” Without warning, Mitch grabbed Lachlan and kissed him aggressively. Quickly breaking apart, he snarled. “Because he’s fucking mine, got it?” Silence. Jerome was the first to break the silence. “Jeez Mitch, how long?” “Wait…so you’re okay with it?” Lachlan interjected, the others hurriedly nodding their heads. Mitch exhaled. “Six months. We were just afraid you were homophobic,” Mitch replied, evidently relieved. “I suspected it!” Vikk shouted, the others chuckling. “Yeah, you looked like you knew something just now at the movies.” Lachlan replied. “Now, shall we get back to the game?” Mitch suggested. “Before that, can I say how cute you both are together?” Rob squealed. Mitch answered with a chuckle. “I think you already did, just now.” “Wait, Mitch, I thought you said you weren’t gay?” Preston interjected. “I never said I wasn’t bisexual, right?” “Cheeky bastard. Anyway, back to the game!” As Lachlan leaned forward to spin the bottle, Mitch rested his head on the Australian’s shoulder. “I’m so glad I can openly cuddle with you.” “Me too.” – fin.

to: @team-woof

from: @oi-triple-sea-creature

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Oh, look, it’s another gift! Except, this one is for you, Nancy.

Happy Holidays from the Flower King, his royal penguin buddy and myself! And thank you so much for organising this Secret Santa for us! <3

#i just wanted top put this in the profer format #don't mind it #submission

to: @sorachibbi

from: @thesocially-awkwardturtle

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Here’s some Vikklan Christmas–hope you enjoy!!

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