Holiday Fic Exchange

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RPDR Christmas Fic Exchange

2019 Masterpost 

Falling on the ice by @soulfulwinter for Mollyroll

Summary: Katlaska

I’ll Get By by @mistressaq for Winter

Summary: Blu felt ice down her neck, her heavy heart thud in her chest. She dropped the rest of the envelopes, running her shaking fingers over the eleven black letters that wanted to rip her lover away.

Mistletoes and Christmas Miracles by @tohkkis for Mistress

Summary: Trixya; Trixie is invited to a Christmas party and notices the mistletoe keeps disappearing and reappearing at odd places.

New Traditions by @artificialperidot for Roza

Summary: Sashea 

Her idiot - valquerie by @valarie-von-odd​ for Opal

Summary: a little college au so here is adore wanting to kiss courtney for around a good 1.1k words

Stuck by @aqmollyrolly for Tokki

Summary: It wasn’t exactly love at first sight. It took a faulty elevator and a lengthy chat to realize how good they could be together.

Christmas gift by @greydarling for Valarie

Summary: Adorney fluff

Dude He’s So Into You by @thepastpresentandfutureofdrag for Mock-Star

Summary: Sashea

Christmas Sweater by @opalescent-cheetah for Peridot

Summary: Whitney, “Character A loses a bet and has to wear a different ugly Christmas sweater every day till Christmas. Character B works at a clothes store” and “Character A doesn’t feel the Christmas spirit but Character B, who lives above them, keeps playing Christmas carols really loud”

Supermonster Dinner Party by @mock-star-aq for Wolfie

Summary: a Dragula fic

Voulez - vous by @leljaaa for Grey

Summary: it was another day of training for manila's skaters as they began their usual warmups for the next grand prix event however, an unusual yet welcome guest decides to crash test the ice for the first time in years.

[valarie-von-odd]

her idiot - valquerie

a/n: so much for christmas fic exchange. i apologize deeply to opal, who i was assigned this task for! i know now is a little late (cough, three days, cough) but maybe it can be a new years thing? anyways, i wanted to do a little college au so here is adore wanting to kiss courtney for around a good 1.1k words.

for: @opalescent-cheetah

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Courtney coughed, her lungs burning as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was pulled away from her face in a ponytail that tickled her neck, she wore a sweatshirt of emerald color, and her glasses were perched on the bridge of her nose. She rolled her eyes, grabbing her phone off of her bed and texting Adore, who had basically begged her for some extra studying before finals.

courtney: hey, are you leaving?

Adore’s reply took a few minutes, but Courtney used that time to gather up her books and notebooks, shoving a few pencils into the side pocket of her bag. 

adore: yeah, see you at the library in 10?

courtney: yeah. 

Courtney slipped the backpack on, coughing yet again as she reached to leave her dorm room. She tossed her head back, groaned and then sighed. Fuck this cold, she thought. She slumped outside, locking her door and beginning her commute to the library. She ran into several people along the way, waving politely and saying her hellos. 

When she reached the library, she selected a table far off from the other clumps of study groups, setting her books down and getting out her phone.

courtney: here. where are you? 

Adore answered her question with appearing from behind a bookshelf, two coffees in her hand. Courtney smiled, not realizing how she had been longing for caffeine since she had awoken. 

“I hope you like salted caramel!” Adore said as she sat down the two plastic cups, slipping her backpack off of her shoulders and onto the table. She took out her books, titles like Essentials to Music Composition and A Guide to Music Theory. Courtney took off her glasses, pinching her nose. Fuckin’ headaches, she thought.

“Oh!” Courtney looked up at Adore, who was staring at the glasses she was presently holding. “I didn’t know you wore glasses?” Adore seemed perplexed.

“Didn’t you notice them when you came in?” Courtney asked, pulling out her chair and seating herself.

“No, I wasn’t paying attention.” Courtney put her glasses back on, her face turning just a slight pink at Adore’s staring. 

“I’m sick and didn’t wanna fuck with contacts.” Courtney said, pulling at the books Adore had sat down to flip through the pages. Adore slowly sat, her elbow resting on the table and her hand holding up her face. 

“If you had told me you were sick I would’ve studied by myself…” Adore trailed off, her eyes still staring at the glasses Courtney wore.

“No! No, no, no, it’s fine!” Courtney didn’t miss how Adore’s eyes trailed to her lips but snapped back to her eyes when she began talking.

Courtney fumbled with the pencils stuck in her bag’s pocket, throwing them on the table along with a few highlighters. “Uh…” She gave a slight cough. “Let’s talk music theory!”  

-

“Do you think you have it?” Courtney asked, causing Adore to snap out of her thoughts. She knew all of the material, but couldn’t help herself from texting Courtney for some more “study time”. All she really wanted was to be in the same room as the blonde, just to admire her. She always raised her brows slightly when she began explaining something in depth, and the glasses she had on would slightly dip down her nose when she leaned forward to run her finger along a line of text in the book that Adore had been assigned. She would play with the fabric of her sweatshirt as Adore wrote notes she had written at least a million times before.

“Yep! Want to head out?” Adore asked, already putting away her stuff, grabbing the two empty cups and throwing them in the trash that was placed conveniently behind the table. The two stood up, noticing the almost empty library. Courtney smiled at Adore, throwing her backpack on and gesturing to the door. Adore smiled back, slinging her own bag on. 

They walked past the library doors together, Courtney reassuring Adore that she would do fine on her test and to not work herself up over it. When it was time for them to walk to their separate vehicles, they lingered for a silent moment. Courtney pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose, a soft smile playing on her lips. The way she looked at her from under her eyelashes like that- God, it was so damn cute. Adore broke.

She threw herself at Courtney, smashing their lips together in a kiss that warmed the two from the deathly cold wind that was blowing. They stayed like that for a few seconds, Adore pulling back first, a blush spreading across her already-red cheeks.

“You seriously have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Adore giggled, brushing away a piece of her hair. Courtney adjusted her glasses and looked down at the ground.

“Honestly, I feel the same way.” She smirked, causing Adore’s heart to burst out of her chest. She pulled Courtney into a hug, burying her face in Courtney’s neck. She smelled softly of cinnamon, and Adore wanted the scent burned in her memory. Adore took a step back, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“I- uh, go? See you in class!” Adore turned to basically sprint to her car, but called over her shoulder a quick “TEXT ME!” at the last minute.

Courtney stood, in the dust. She smiled to no one. She walked slowly back to her own car, looking to her side as Adore pulled out of the parking lot. She laughed, waving as Adore honked. Courtney slowed, pulling her bag off her shoulder to grab her phone.

courtney: you’re gonna get a speeding ticket, you goof.

adore: i know <33

Courtney would be lying if she said she didn’t get in her car and squeal.

-

Courtney woke up the next morning to a few texts from Adore, all from a few minutes ago.

adore: so

adore: guess who has bronchitis 

adore: i totally forgot you were sick

adore: definitely not the best time to kiss you, i guess 

Courtney laughed, running a hand through her hair as she replied.

courtney: you are such an idiot

courtney: and i love that about you

Courtney would also be lying if she said she didn’t love Adore. She loved that idiot. Her idiot.

[opalescent-cheetah]

Christmas Sweater (Witney)

For @artificialperidot for the @rpdrficexchange. Merry Christmas! I hope you enjoy this fic <33

Two prompts inspired this story: “Character A loses a bet and has to wear a different ugly Christmas sweater every day till Christmas. Character B works at a clothes store” and “Character A doesn’t feel the Christmas spirit but Character B, who lives above them, keeps playing Christmas carols really loud”.

Huge thanks to @veronicasanders for betaing - you’re amazing!

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New Traditions (Sashea) - Peridot

A/N: Merry Christmas folks! I wrote this for the lovely roza @leljaaa for the @rpdrficexchange 2019! Feel free to leave any feedback here or over at @artificialperidot :) Hope you enjoy!

To Roza: Merry Christmas darling! I’ve never written Sashea before but I gave it my best shot and I actually really enjoyed it! I hope you enjoy this little coffee shop au with a festive twist, and that you appreciate the little theatre references I just had to sneak in there for you. I hope you have a wonderful Christmas angel!

Shea’s heart was in her throat.

Fingernails dug into her thigh. A strong arm was held firmly around her waist, binding her like a rope. The words he said in her ear blurred into nothing.

This was it.

This was the last straw.

She was done. She had to leave. She was going to leave, right now.

She felt a kiss on her cheek as the hand around her waist clenched tighter.

Fuck no.

Shea pushed him off and slapped him in the face, and ran away as fast as she could.

She heard him call after her.

But there was no turning back now.

***

Sasha was one of very few odd people who actually didn’t mind working on Christmas.

Now don’t get her wrong, she still loved Christmas. She loved the coloured lights, buying gifts for others, the Christmas carols, even the cold weather - it reminded her of her home in Russia. And of course she missed spending Christmas with her loved ones, but she didn’t mind waiting just one more day to open her presents and eat her turkey. After all, that meant her family had two Christmas Days, and she didn’t mind missing out on one of them.

Christmas was actually one of Sasha’s busiest working days. She owned a quaint little café in the middle of New York City, and it was usually the only place open for miles on the 25th. Her café was her pride and joy. She was so happy to be able to create a safe space for everyone who entered through the door, and let them forget about the outside world for a little while. Each detail of the café had been hand chosen by her, from the books on the shelves along the walls to the different coffees and teas they served.

She had spent a few years (and probably too much money) designing it in her own vision. Clean, white walls with bookshelves, wooden counters, glass tables, low hanging neon coloured lights, and brightly coloured chairs, in magenta and bright yellow and electric blue. She wanted to create a comfortable, welcoming space for artists in New York like her, of which Sasha knew were many.

The colourful chairs had since been wrapped in silver tinsel, and the coloured lights set to reds and golds and greens to create a warm, festive atmosphere. Besides Sasha busily working behind the counter, the café was desolate, just as she had expected. She had a few loyal employees, but she would never expect them to work on Christmas, even for double the pay. And, she never expected anyone to come into the shop on Christmas either- even those who didn’t celebrate Christmas usually didn’t want to face the snow and ice. Though, Sasha still prepared the usual cakes and pastries if any customers did decide to brave the cold, as well as some festive treats (gingerbread and shortbread and Christmas cake) which she would likely bring home to her family at the end of the day, having remained untouched.

Instead of busily serving customers from behind the counter as she usually would, Sasha had a new task on Christmas, one that made missing the day with her family all worth it. Every December 25th she would spend her morning kneading and stirring and creating the most magical Christmas desserts and cookies and cakes, complete with fondant icing and Christmas decorations. Sasha wouldn’t necessarily call herself a baker, but she was most certainly creative, and so she made use of her creative streak to invent a multitude of new sweet creations, and had received some pretty great reviews in the past. She would use up all the ingredients she had in the café making as many treats as her brain could come up with, each new addition as delicious as the next.

Whilst they were in the oven, she’d start her next task- wrapping as many shoeboxes she could. The café collected empty shoeboxes from their customers from the beginning of November, and thanks to their generosity, easily over one hundred would be donated. Then, using a combination of customer donations and her own money, Sasha would buy gifts to put in each box – warm clothes and bath products and blankets and sweets and toys for children.

Once everything was wrapped and baked, Sasha would gather each present and dessert and load them into her car, before driving down to the local homeless shelter, where she would stay until midnight. She would hand out her gifts to all of those who gathered there for a warm meal, and serve her cakes and cookies and pastries, which everyone loved. She would talk to them and sing carols with them all evening, and had formed a close friendship with the staff and the homeless people over the years for her generosity.

She wanted to make sure that everyone had a good Christmas, and give back to the community that had done so much for her over the years.

And this Christmas was no exception.

Sasha was busily kneading a lump of dough for her mince pies with her flour covered hands and absentmindedly humming to ‘Hark the Herald’, when she heard the shop door open. She jumped a little in surprise, and turned her head sharply to see who was the source of the footsteps that were headed her way.

Sasha hadn’t expected anyone to come into the café on Christmas Day.

Especially not a woman dressed as an elf.

Especially not a women dressed as an elf who was crying her eyes out.

To say that Sasha didn’t know what to do would’ve been an understatement.

She approached the counter, her running mascara staining the green collar of her shirt with black smudges.

“Uh… can I get a black coffee, p-please?” the girl muttered in a weak, shaky voice, as if she was on the verge of crying again.

Sasha stood silently for a second, eyes wide with utter bewilderment. She could’ve laughed at the sight of the poor girl – she’d never seen an elf with such little Christmas spirit. But, that wasn’t Sasha’s nature, so instead she started making the beverage, giving her time to think about what to say.

She handed over the drink and collected the girl’s money with a small smile, trying desperately to comfort her but not having a clue how to. The girl muttered a quiet “thanks” and turned to leave the store.

Sasha knew she couldn’t just let her leave.

Not on Christmas.

“Hey,” Sasha called out, “how would you like some company while you drink that? We could sit a while, talk?”

The girl wiped a tear from her eye and smiled hopefully. “Um, okay. Thanks.”

***

The pair spent the next hour or so talking to each other, losing track of time. Sasha had laid a table and made two hot chocolates with marshmallows, one for her and one just in case her new companion wanted something sweeter than her coffee. Free of charge, of course.

Sasha learned that the girl’s name was Shea, and that she was originally from Chicago, but moved to New York 3 years ago to study fashion design at college.

Sasha could’ve said how ironic this was considering her Elf costume, but she bit her tongue.

Besides, Shea still looked pretty good in it regardless.

“Then, after I graduate, I wanna design costumes for Broadway shows,” Shea continued on.

“That’s awesome! I used to do loads of theatre when I was younger,” Sasha reminisced.

“Same! I was such a theatre kid!” Shea laughed fondly. “I played Heather Chandler when we did Heathers in my senior year of high school.”

“No way! Heathers is one of my favourites!”

“Me too!” Shea exclaimed. “Fuck, I got to see Falsettos with the original Broadway cast a few years ago and it was honestly the highlight of my life.”

Sasha’s jaw dropped. “I am so jealous!”

Shea laughed and looked down, her dimples and the creases by her eyes forming a beautiful picture that Sasha never wanted to unsee.

And there wasn’t a single tear in her eyes anymore. Shea’s sadness seemed to be forgotten, at least for now.

Sasha tried to convince herself that she was looking for traces of teardrops in Shea’s eyes, but who was she kidding. Shea has the most warm, welcoming eyes Sasha had ever seen, eyes that drew her in and sparkled under the Christmas tree lights and allowed Sasha to catch a glimpse of the fiery soul that lay behind them.

She couldn’t help but stare. Although she had just met Shea, she was sure that she wanted to stare into those eyes for more than just an hour.

Sasha shook herself back into reality, now quite aware that she had been staring for a little too long. Embarrassed, she quickly tried to draw attention away from her staring.

“So, Uh, what stopped you from pursuing the whole acting thing?”

Shea shrugged. “I don’t know… I always wanted to do it, but people kept telling me it was unrealistic.”

“People like…”

“Mainly my boyfriend,” Shea mumbled. “I mean, my ex-boyfriend now.”

“Ex-boyfriend?”

“Yeah, I…. I left him today, actually.”

“Is that you were upset earlier?” Sasha asked.

Shea bit her lip.“Sorta… I just felt bad doing it on Christmas.”

“Don’t feel bad! I’m sure he probably deserved it anyway,” Sasha said, shaking her head.

“Trust me, he did,” Shea scoffed. “He was a dickhead.”

Sasha smiled and met Shea’s eyes for a second, before she quickly glanced away. “Um, can I ask why? It’s totally okay if you don’t wanna talk about it and I get it if you-“

“No, no it’s fine, I’ll tell you, don’t worry,” Shea replied, a sad sort of smile forming on her lips. “In all honesty… he was a jerk. He would, um, try and control my life, and what I wore, and what I did and stuff. Even today he was being a control freak. We both work part time jobs at Macy’s, as Santa’s helpers, and I had booked the day off to spend Christmas with my family, and he was still working and he, uh, he wasn’t too pleased about me leaving him on Christmas. So, uh, he changed my work schedule to make sure I was working on Christmas and didn’t tell me.”

Sasha felt her heart rate quickening. Oh my God. “Fuck, really?”

“Yeah. At first I thought he just didn’t wanna spend Christmas without me, but really, he just wanted to show off to his friends who took their kids to see Santa Claus. He didn’t even get me a gift.”

“Shit,” Sasha said in disbelief. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“It’s fine, I guess. I’m so done with him now though,” Shea said through gritted teeth. “I tried to talk to him earlier, to tell him how I was feeling, but he didn’t listen. He just started flirting, playing it off as if it was nothing. And then he was grabbing me, and I slapped him and ran off.”

“Fuck, Shea.” Sasha furrowed her brow and bit her lip until she tasted blood.

Shea pursed her lips and inhaled sharply. “I know, it was really fucking bad, Sasha. I’m never going back. I don’t wanna see him ever again.”

Sasha genuinely couldn’t believe what she was hearing. This girl had been through hell and back, and yet was still able to articulate everything so perfectly, and Sasha felt priveleged that she trusted her enough to tell her story.

Sasha wished she knew the right words to say. She wished she could rewind time, reverse what happened to Shea. She wished that she could make sure that it would never happen again. “You’re so brave for leaving him. So brave. I’m so proud of you.”

She saw tears start to well in Shea’s eyes, before her face crumpled and she allowed her emotions to come out. Sasha grabbed the girl’s hand across the table, squeezing it tightly and trying to show her how loved she was, how she didn’t deserve any of this shit.

Shea allowed the tears to flow, each wave of emotion overflowing her senses, until she calmed down and started to feel okay. She wasn’t sure why she had allowed herself to be so vulnerable in front of Sasha. Something about her made her feel safe.

Sasha’s fingers remained interlocked with hers as her breathing began to slow, and she saw a smile creep back her Shea’s face.

“Sorry,” Shea eventually murmured, “for getting upset and shit.”

“Don’t say sorry. Emotions are healthy,” Sasha smiled sympathetically.

A weak smile appeared on Shea’s face as her rising chest settled and she was back in control.

“Well, I guess if that shit never happened I never would’ve ended up coming here,” Shea chuckled, the final tear rolling silently down her cheek before being flicked away. “You’re the only place open on Christmas for miles. Except McDonald’s.”

“McDonald’s doesn’t count,” Sasha scoffed, a sarcastic eyebrow raised making Shea giggle.

“Shhh, Ronald will hear you!” Shea exclaimed, before the two found themselves in fits of laughter.

“Well, I’m certainly glad you came in,” Sasha smiled.

“I am too. I’m really glad I met you, Sasha.” Shea beamed, the twinkle of sadness in her eye fading to a spark of hope. Sasha stared for a little longer than she probably should have. It was so easy to lose herself in her kind eyes.

Snapping back to reality, Sasha quickly glanced down and cleared her throat. Damn it. Shea must have noticed her staring that time. She’d need to be more careful about that.

When she dared to glance back up, Shea’s eyes were waiting, staring back into hers. Fuck. There was something so special about this girl.

No. Sasha had only just met this girl, they barely knew each other, and she had just broken up with her boyfriend for Christ’s sake.

This wasn’t happening.

This was crazy.

But maybe, Sasha liked crazy.

Maybe it was the fire in Shea’s eyes, or her fingers still interlocked with Sasha’s, or even her dumb elf costume that gave Sasha the confidence to say what she said next.

“So, uh, if you have no plans for Christmas anymore, then maybe you could stick around and help me with a few things.”

Shea smiled. “I’d like that.”

***

The next few hours blurred into clouds of flour and the sweet smell of gingerbread, as if Shea had stepped into Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory for the first time. Sasha was grateful for the extra pair of hands around the café to help her prepare for the evening, but even more grateful for the company. Being with Shea was always exciting, always fun, and Sasha somehow felt at ease around her. The empty café was now renewed with a sense of Christmas spirit, with a cacophony of laughter and Christmas music and the whirring of whisks filling the air around the two. Shea’s terrible Christmas had been long forgotten, and instead filled with candy canes and sugar and sweetness.

Shea didn’t have a clue how to bake, so whilst Sasha handled the difficult parts, Shea was set the task of decorating the gingerbread men, which she did with glee – she gave each biscuit a name and a different outfit and told Sasha made-up stories about each cookie character, making the smaller girl giggle. There was something infectious about Sasha’s laughter. God, she was adorable.

Once Sasha had seemed their collection of baked goods satisfactory, they began on their next task - wrapping. Shea felt more in her element here, given her experience with fabric, and so set off on a mission to show Sasha how amazing her wrapping was. She covered her first shoebox with glittery gold paper and streams of ribbons and bows, as if the present was fit for Broadway itself. She proudly handed it over to Sasha with a nod, before glancing over at Sasha’s gifts. Each one was precisely wrapped with crisp, neat folds, tied up with a flourish of ribbon. Not to mention the fact that she had wrapped 7 boxes in the time it had taken Shea to wrap one.

Upon noticing Shea’s gawking, Sasha laughed time herself. “It’s all in the math. Wrapping is essentially geometry,” she said, curling a length of ribbon with her scissors. “I like your wrapping more though. It’s more fun!”

Shea smirked. Damn. Smart and nice? Did Sasha know how perfect she was?

Shea knew alright.

***

The sound of a chorus of voices singing ‘jingle bells’ poured out from the homeless shelter, which was buzzing with life and activity. It had been decorated in rainbow-coloured fairy lights, a beacon of hope and magic in an otherwise dark and cold December night.

The two girls walked through the double doors side by side, arms bundled with seemingly endless wrapped boxes and silver tins of desserts. They were greeted by friendly faces and handshakes and hugs from volunteers and homeless people alike, thanking them for contributing to their Christmas.

Shea was sure she hadn’t understood the meaning of Christmas until now.

They began handing out the gifts along each row, Sasha offering hugs to those she had gotten to know over the past few years. Seeing the genuine, heartfelt reactions of those who appreciated such simple gestures as shoeboxes and cakes made Shea’s heart soar. For the first time in a long time, she felt alive.

Maybe it was Sasha who made her feel alive.

She couldn’t really tell.

After an evening spent singing carols and eating Sasha’s Christmas desserts, the two left arm in arm.

“Hey Sasha,” Shea said. “Thank you for all of this. For saving me.”

Sasha beamed. “You make it so easy.”

And thus began Sasha’s brand new Christmas tradition.

She would still go down to the homeless shelter and bring her desserts and her gifts. Of course.

But now, she would bring Shea with her too.

And now, they both dressed as elves on Christmas.

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Falling on the ice (katlaska)

AN: for mollyroll, this pushed me out of my comfort zone but I managed to finish it in the end, hope it Okay, a bit shy of 800 words not a ton but I tried, merry Christmas

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“Have you ever skated before” Katya laughed as Alaska’s legs seemed to go in two separate directions as she went into the ice. She shook her head with a slight pout. Wasn’t it obvious? She had the balance of a baby deer. It was amusing to Katya but also somehow endearing.

“It’s not too hard, let me help you” Katya grabbed the other girls hands and held them to help her find some balance and get to the railing of the rink.

Grabbing at the rail she managed to hold herself up and tried to move along. Before promptly falling on her butt. Katya couldn’t help but laugh as she skated past and around the taller girl. She felt like she was being taunted when the blonde skated circles around Her, laughing hard at the imagery of her looking like a drunk baby horse as Katya so eloquently put it. Alaska pouted slightly at the insult.

Katya offered her hand again, pulling Alaska up after falling again one trying to traverse the outer part of the rink.

“Try just walking on the ice first, it takes a bit to get used to the ice” Katya laughed slightly at the unsteady movements in front of her. Alaska took a few steps, sliding slightly after and almost long her balance again. Instinctually Katya caught her. She couldn’t help but laugh again at the struggles her friend was facing.

“You know you’re supposed to slide on the ice right?” Katya wheezed as the other girl tried to take a step, slid forward and scrambled for the railing to catch herself. “You’re doing good”

“I keep falling over. How is that good?” Alaska pointedly responded with a frustrated huff. Katya laughed in response which ended in the two of them dying of the ridiculousness of the situation

“Because that’s how you skate. Try to let yourself slide after your steps. Slither like the snake you are” the laughs continued with Alaska forgetting for a moment the awful feeling of falling repeatedly on the frozen ground.

Taking another set of cautious steps, she propels herself forward. This time she squats and puts her arms out to keep balance.

“You did it!” Katya says, grinning. “Come on, let’s skate together. She doesn’t wait for an answer. Grabbing Alaska’s hands and propelling them both forward. They continue laughing with Katya practically dragging the other girl along with her as she moves quickly along the ice. Not particularly looking where she’s going, and proceeding to bulb straight into the railing. They topple over, stunned and still giggling amongst themselves.

"Good job you whore” Alaska laughed, attempting to get up from the ground. only to fall back over in the attempt.

“Good job you whore” Katya mimicked jokingly, pulling the two of them up to stable, as stable as an ice rink could be, footing. Their hands were still clasped together, neither girl wanting to let go just yet. Moments like this were few and far between. In the dying of laughter, stupid acts and wheezing that Katya would always do when she found something particularly funny Alaska felt her heart warm slightly.

Katya felt something similar. Ignoring the chill of the ice and the pain of having crashed into it with a whole person falling on top of her. Her heart warmed the coldness away. The feeling that Alaska always gave her in moments like this. It was freeing.

The laughter died down, leaving the two girls grinning at each other. Their cheeks were sore from laughing and smiling so much but it was worth it. The state they were in took a while to wear off. Both were enjoying the mood while it lasted.

The two blondes continued to skate. Katya taught Alaska how to move better, getting her to the point where she could skate a bit on her own. She also got pulled around in Katya’s enthusiasm a good bit but she couldn’t complain. Getting off the ice was a bit of struggle, however. Both girls had tired themselves out to the point their legs and feet were aching. Alaska managed to step off just fine. She started to take her skates off as Katya followed. She didn’t get out of her skates so easily. Struggling them off and getting their shoes back the pair left the skating rink. Their hands would brush every so often. They continued their outing, going to a small cafe to warm up and eat a little. Neither knew what the other was feeling but both felt something change. The feelings could stay silent for now. All that mattered was the fun and joy they had together

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Merry Christmas, everyone! Here is the Trixya fluff written for @mistressaq, thank you for the prompt, I had so much fun with it and hope you enjoy reading!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[mock-star-aq]

Supermonster Dinner Party: a Dragula fic.

Happy Holidays y'all! This is my fic for the @rpdrficexchange for Wolfie, aka Wolfie @thepastpresentandfutureofdrag !! I hope you like this darling! (For some reason I can't tag you in this?)

This is a weird cannon divergent style where they are their drag personas but dragula and drag race still happened, (if that makes sense) so make of that what you will.

"Do you know anything about him?" Vander asked, pulling a batch of cookies out of the oven and sliding them onto a cooling rack. Biqtch was leaning against the wall, nursing a mixed drink.

"Just that he's Boulet approved, same as you." Biqtch drawled. " Swan actually told me to be nice, as if I would be mean to anyone who wasn't mean first, or a Republican." 

"You can be a bit crass at first. Drac told me to be mindful of not coming across too snooty, but she's one to speak." 

"Oop, I'm snitching! I'm going to tell her you said that!" 

"Oh, she knows, she makes fun of herself. And she would just brush it off. I can tease her a little since I know her relatively well." 

"Yeah that's fair, Lord knows they talk shit about us all the time in private."

"I'm pretty sure it's mostly good things, but yeah, they absolutely poke at our screwups with each other. " 

"Because they want the best from us, cause we're super monsters and all that." Biqtch pushed herself up from the wall, crossing over and rinsing out her cup to use again later. 

"And also because we have to work together from now on, so we have to be at least cordial to each other." Vander said, pulling out her phone to check the time. "He should be here anytime now. I told him 6, and it's 5:55." 

Just as Vander stopped speaking, the doorbell rang. 

"Speak of the devil, that should be him." Vander motioned for Biqtch to follow her as she went to the door, smoothing out some wrinkles from Biqtch's shirt before opening the door wide. 

"Hi, nice to finally meet you! Landon, right?" 

"Yup, Landon Cider. Nice to meet you too." He affirmed, holding a hot bag. Vander waved him inside and relieved him of his dish, allowing him to hang his coat up as Biqtch closed the door. 

"Nice to finally meet you, I'm Biqtch Pudding, and that's Vander Von Odd. You're hot as shit." Biqtch introduced herself, leaning against the wall as Landon took off his outerwear. The most prominent thing about him was how chiseled he was, even his face. The Boulets weren't ones to choose supermonsters based on conventional standards of beauty, but Landon was certainly very attractive. 

"Ah yes, you two are infamous. The first two supermonsters!" Landon smiled, slightly blushing at Biqtch's remark.

"I hope our fearsome reputation precedes us." Biqtch flexed, her arm about half the size of Landon's. 

"Landon, does this need to be warmed up at all?" Vander asked, holding up a casserole dish from the hot bag, interrupting before Biqtch could embarrass herself more. 

"Maybe? I pulled it out of the oven before I left, so it should still be warm." He crossed over and took off the top, holding his hand over what appeared to be a lasagna. "Oh it's fine. It probably needs to cool down a little actually. Biqtch, I know you're a vegetarian, so this is just cheese." 

"Yasss thanks doll!" Biqtch cheered. "What do you want to drink?" Biqtch led Landon over to Vander's drink cart as Vander pulled together the last little bits of the meal and set the table. She put the basket of rolls down as Landon and Biqtch came back, and Landon immediately put his drink down to help Vander put the last few things on the table. 

"Thanks babe." Vander said as they all sat down at the table and started serving food. It was quiet for the first few minutes while they ate, but then Vander started asking Landon questions, since the main point of the dinner was to get to know him. 

"So tell us about yourself Landon, where are you from, what do you do outside of doing performing .."

"Are you single?" Biqtch interjected. And Landon chuckled before responding. 

"Well, I'm from Long Beach, and I have a Hispanic background. I am happily married, sorry Biqtch." He apologized, and Biqtch pretended to be upset, pouting and snapping her fingers before sitting up and shoving his shoulder, indicating that she was joking. 

"We fucked like the all of the drag race winners do when they win but neither one of us liked it, so she was hoping to get a second chance." Vander explained, and Landon spit out his drink. 

"And you know that HOW?!" He spluttered as Biqtch clapped him on his back. 

"Sasha told me. She doesn't love the tradition, but I have a feeling she'll change her tune if Shea wins an allstar season." 

"So they haven't fucked?" 

"Oh no, they have. And they'll take any excuse to fuck. They're just rarely in the same place at the same time anymore. Trust me, Sasha's an open book once you get to know her well enough. So are most of the other RuGirls. Several of the other winners have offered to include us in the tradition, but unfortunately that probably ends with you. At least the sex part, most of them would probably be willing to makeout with you or cuddle with you." 

"Fine by me!" Landon declared, wiping his brow. And they all started laughing. 

"Yeah, we all saw you make out with Evah!" Vander teased, and Biqtch hooted appreciatively. 

"Neither of you can talk!" Landon retorted, and they all started laughing harder. "Biqtch is a dick pig and Vander handled a pup during her final floor show. Hypocrites, both of you!" He wheezed out, clutching his stomach with one hand while pointing with the other. 

"Look at the pot calling the kettle black!" Biqtch screeched. 

The rest of the night dissolved into hysterics, scream laughing at each other so loud it was a wonder they didn't get a noise complaint. The food was barely touched and cold, but no one cared. 

"I was inside so I couldn't see, but you could just hear her screaming! FUCK THE BIG PICTURE CLINT!!!" 

"That's better than Loris's temper tantrum. "NoT tOnIgHt!" 

"Well we didn't have any fun catchphrases like y'all did!"

"Bitch the fuck you mean? Everything that came out of Disasterina's mouth was fucking iconic! "Attention human males? She's murdering my pussy?" You just gotta think!" 

"Ooh ooh! I know! "You're just a trigger happy alcoholic that's what I said bitch you gotta pop a xanax every 10 fucking minutes!" That's the closest thing  Dragula has to the sugar daddy speech so far!"  

"Ok, you both are right. What can I say? I just a dummy ass thick Biqtch." She joked, standing up slightly to twerk slightly to the amusement of Vander and Landon, who laughed even harder.

The doorbell rang, interrupting their laughter. Vander got up to answer it, and came back carrying a white box, slightly damp from the snow. 

"What is that?" Biqtch asked as she and Landon got up and walked over to the counter where Vander sat it down. 

"No idea, but it's addressed to me and it's from a really nice bakery." Vander replied, cutting the string tied around the box off with a pair of scissors and opening the box. All of their jaws dropped as the lid fell back and revealed what was inside. Biqtch came to her senses first, hunching over laughing and clutching the counter. Vander covered her mouth and started wheezing as Landon chuckled and pinching his forehead as if he couldn't believe his eyes. 

"That is not what I think it is." 

"It is." Vander and Biqtch said in unison. Biqtch pulled out her phone and took a picture, still laughing. 

"I'm sending this to her right now. It's so lifelike, and I should know, I stared at her mug for weeks!" Vander laughed, kneeling to get a better look. 

"Did she send it?" Landon asked, taking out his own phone to take a picture. Vander plucked up an envelope that was beside the cake and opened it, laughing harder when she read it. 

" It's from the Boulets." She wheezed. 

" Happy Holidays uglies. Hope you don't mind if Meatball crashes your supermonster dinner party. We truly are proud of you all. XOXO. Dracmorda and Swanthula."

"Swan wrote that." Biqtch said, looking over Vander's shoulder. "Drac has chicken scratch." 

"Ooh! I'm snitching!" Vander mocked, and Biqtch doubled over again while Landon laughed in a confused way. 

"So who wants to do the honors of cutting Meatball's head and seeing what flavor her brain is?" 

"Landon should do it, welcome to the family bro. " Biqtch said. Vander nodded and handed Landon a knife, which he took. 

"Alright, cheers Meatball." Landon said as he sunk the knife into the cake shaped like her head and cut away a piece. 

"It looks like Red Velvet." Vander said as she held out a plate for Landon to put the cake piece on. 

"That's clever as fuck!" Biqtch smiled, watching as Landon cut the next piece. 

"Now I know how the Boulets feel, this is a powerful feeling, slicing someone up." 

"Oh he's definitely one of us!" Biqtch cheered, high fiving Vander. Biqtch high fived Landon as Vander's phone went off and she unlocked it. 

"Swan's glad to hear we got it and Meatball sent a bunch of grave emojis." 

"That tracks." Biqtch said as Vander put her phone away and went to grab wine glasses and a bottle, uncorking it and handing them all a glass of red wine.

"A toast." She said as she held up her glass. "To the Boulets, to Dragula, to good food and good times, and to the supermonsters, past, reigning, and future. Cheers." 

"Cheers!" Biqtch and Landon echoed. And they all drank. 

"Now let's go eat our cold food and our Meatball head cake." Vander directed. "This is a dinner party after all." 

"A holiday dinner party! Where's the mistletoe?" Biqtch joked.

"I am not kissing you again! Once was enough!" 

"Spoil sport. Landon will make out with me, won't you Landon?" 

"Umm, we'll talk. " 

"That wasn't a no!" 

Landon rolled his eyes and laughed at Biqtch's perseverance and Vander's apologetic face. This family was strange and weird and unconventional, but he loved it and wouldn't have it any other way.

[leljaaa]

voulez - vous (for grey)

[ summary ] : it was another day of training for manila's skaters as they began their usual warmups for the next grand prix event however, an unusual yet welcome guest decides to crash test the ice for the first time in years. 

[ author's note ] : happy holidays and a merry holiday to my secret santa fic for @rpdrficexchange is dedicated to the lovely @greydarling !!! I adore you and I was so happy to get someone from the discord who also loves max and rajila, I sincerely hope you enjoy beautiful ( ◜‿◝ )♡

*prompt is from tumblr and I couldn't resisit since my most popular fic is my figure skating au: "this is my first time at the ice rink and ive fallen on my butt at least 34 times so far but you keep skating around me like a fuckin pro au"

— *.✧

Manila clapped loudly, her hands tightly interlocked as she stared at Brooke in the center of the ice as the music from the speakers blared inside their training rink. The Canadian slamming her skate's toe pick in the ground as she began takeoff from the back inside edge of her right foot and did four rotations in the air before landing on the back outside edge of the opposite foot. Manila cheered and laughed, she knew her skater was good with her Quad Salchow but it was always wonderful to see it happen when she wasn't scared shitless about the blonde landing it during competition. 

Her black hair bounced in her face as she took her fingers and brushed it back, the strands of white curdled within it pushing to the front of her face. "That was great, this is how you should be landing it every competition Brooke! Take a break." She yelled from the wall of the rink, her head over the railing as the Canadian nodded and was quick to slide off the ice, taking off her EDEA skates once on the ground to go and refresh herself and finally eat. 

The door chimed as another figure entered through the door as Manila swarmed the entrance, a bit uneasy considering it was now late at night and the only skaters she had on deck in France was Brooke and Kim. The Asian girl stood up straight and huffed, "Can I help you?" The coach asked nervous— praying that she wouldn't have to break out her broken high school level french for translation. 

A taller woman closed the door huddled in her large black faux fur coat with a sigh, unveiling herself with a hard thud as she almost slipped on the floor wearing boots most likely not meant for the winter wonderland that was happening outside constantly. 

"You're far too formal Manila, I'm not your judge off hours you know." 

The voice was unprecedentedly familiar though Manila bit her tongue until she gasped with complete relief her hands jumping above her head as she ran into Raja, her grey hair falling in front of her face as she tucked it back behind her ears as the shorter female squealed, hugging her again. Her eyes wandering curiously hoping that no one would invade their moment. 

Raja was now a judge for the ISU, the international skating union and was judging in France for the Grand Prix event. It was tough to see her old roommate and best friend being harsh on her skater's but it was her job and she had to be fair even if Manila sometimes thought she could be a bit too harsh on certain skaters for reasons out of their control. 

However, now wasn't the time to question scores or discuss them. It was for one, illegal, and then it would certainly ruin the atmosphere. 

"So, you missed me I'm guessing?" A wink leaving the corner of Manila's eyes as she crossed her hands and let Raja take off her coat though she could faintly hear the chuckle. A grin appeared out of the corner of her mouth as she replied with a sweet, "Well I always do, just thought you wouldn't be training right now." 

"I am but they're on break so we can go to the other rink if you want, I wouldn't want them to see you with me: no offense." 

Raja shrugged, understanding that it be a bit uneasy for her girls to see one of the most well known and tough judges giggling and hugging around their coach who also used to be in their position as a professional figure skater. The two grabbed their bags as Manila took her hand and smiled, Raja's face turning red as her eyes widened though she let her old friend drag her across the buildings hallway to go to the dark and secluded second, smaller rink located left of the other one that was occupied by Brooke for now. 

"You wanna skate with me?" The undeniably mischievous smirk across Manila's red lips made Raja shake her head immediately. The taller woman refused explaining that she was a judge and not a figure skater, she got paid to break down scores not to actually step any foot out on the ice. 

"So you're a judge for my skaters, for the most professional skaters of our time and you can't even skate? Sham!" She yelled with a laugh as she laced up her perfectly pearly white skates that had yellow swaworksi's bedazzling the front of the skates. She stood up with her fuzzy yellow skate guards over her EDEA's as she jumped the counter and stole a pair of black figure skates. They were usually designated for men though Manila couldn't tell you why the colors were gender specific, these would do for now. 

Manila handed them gently to a clearly expressionless Raja, the older woman not enjoying what her friend had in mind for tonight. 

"Manila, I can't skate." 

"Anyone can skate when I'm their coach, let me prove it." She held out her hand as Raja finished lacing up the black laces and tugged the knots. Reluctant to accept the gesture she took her hand anyway as Manila stepped out onto the ice, showing her how to atleast balance on the ice. 

"If you need to fall or feel you're about to, bend your knees and squat. Make sure you never fall backwards and if you do fall, I'll laugh in your face and then help you up so no worries!" 

The chipper tone in her voice not making Raja feel any more confident in the little skating ability she had already. She rolled her eyes and waved her off as Manila skated off and did a crossover, waving to Raja with a smile as she 

took off from the back outside edge of her skating foot, turning three rotations in the air, and landing on the back outside edge of the same foot. 

Raja clapped, impressed that Manila landed a triple loop that well at her age— it wasn't a read either, skaters who were older just couldn't hit as high of rotations or height as those of teen age. Though Manila was pretty short. 

"Grade of Execution from the judges?" She asked as she skated over to the Raja, adjusting her sweater as her old friend shrugged with a smile. 

"Your jump was good though the edge on that outside foot was definitely a bit shaky but since I'm wildly in love with Manila Luzon and want her to win the gold I'd give you a plus three and then just the ten points, no other judges needed to calculate." She joked as she attempted to skate her way over to Manila before she felt herself stumble and fall forward on the ice with a hard crack. The coach quickly wincing and skating over, kneeling with Raja and grabbing her wrists and telling her to put one hand on her knee cap and one on the ice as she gently managed to keep herself afloat again.

"In love with me?" She teased as she leaned in to Raja's face, widely smiling with her cheeks heating up despite the ice cold chill of the arena freezing up her neck. Despite the underlying pressure that would come with the secrecy of a coach dating a judge it was definitely an entertaining idea that Raja, the most stern and strict skating judge was utterly in love with arguably the most extroverted and entertaining coach there was.

Raja stuttered, out of character for her, as Manila was the first to attempt to make a move on her childhood and high school crush. Leaning in to kiss her she felt Raja almost meet her halfway before a false move made the two completely slip into the ice once more. This time however, it was Manila who laughed and hit Raja in the shoulder and apologized for the slip up. 

"Okay, maybe I take back that comment about you being a great skater." 

"Bitch!" 

The two bickering loudly before Raja met her lips and enjoyed the quiet of Manila completely immersing herself in the moment as her cold hands held onto Raja's before the two got up, the younger woman hoping to speak though was quickly shut down with another kiss. Their hands interlocked, Manila pushed her away and grabbed her by the collar of her jacket. 

"How dare you interrupt me." She whispered teasingly as Raja grabbed her waist and hummed, letting Manila help guide her with moving on the ice. It was far easier with a partner as opposed to her moving completely clumsy across the ice. 

"Had to get you to stop bickering somehow, my point was made." 

"How long did you keep all that in?" 

The conversation went from cute to serious in a matter of seconds as Manila pondered aloud her burning questions. Raja blinked and cleared her throat as they continued to skate across the ice, slowly but surely getting the hang of it more and more. 

"Since freshman year before you dropped out to skate full time. I think when you invited me to your junior skating competition. Seeing you skate to something as basic as Chicago made my entire heart explode and I knew, if I could endure you skating to All That Jazz I was truly in love with you despite your awful music taste."

"Chicago is basic but at least it's not Carmen." 

"Carmen it is not! You don't even want to know how many times I think about lowering my score each time I hear Habanera on a fucking loop." 

Manila sang the beat out aloud as Raja wanted to scream, plugging her ears trying to disassociate from the conversation as she saw the coach turn and do a double axel across the center of the ice, inviting Raja to attempt the same though she refused, barely able to keep herself standing though the hands in front of her and the squat position definitely made it a tiny bit easier.

The pair leaned against the wall of the ice rink, propping themselves up and zipping up their jackets as they stood facing the glass door. Manila the first to speak up for the first time in about three minutes, "If I wanted to take you on a date would you say yes?" 

"It definitely be inconvenient considering our work schedules but of course I would say yes, as long as we don't go to some fast food place. High school all you did after sixth period was skip and go get greasy french fries." 

She scoffed at the response though she couldn't quite deny it. 

"And?" 

Raja laughed and hit her in the shoulder before brushing her lips against her cheek as the coach glimmered in pride, "So let's say a date. We'll do it the day after the women's long program and go and runway to some overpriced French restaurant where they only wear fifteen million feathers or leather coats!" Manila suggesting the idea to the judge who could only pause and think on the idea before nodding. 

"It's a date." 

[thepastpresentandfutureofdrag]

Dude He’s So Into You (Sashea)

For @mock-star-aq for the @rpdrficexchange

Hope you like it, darling! 😘 Is it terrible I called Vander’s actual dog Scritch? 🤔

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Vander stared in disbelief at his friend. Sasha was brilliant, one of the most creative people he knew, and highly intelligent. It was part of why they got along so well. It also helped that they could walk their dogs, Vander’s Scritch and Sasha’s Vanya, together as they were currently doing. But times like right now, with Sasha telling this story, Vander honestly wondered how the heck his friend could be so smart and yet so dumb at the same time.

“This guy I’ve been seeing, well not really seeing but kind of, we went to the bookstore I think he must’ve really hated it because every time I looked over at him he was looking at me and not reading so I figured he was bored so we went home.”

“Together?” Vander asked, but he knew the answer. Sasha had blown it.

“No I took drove him home and then came back to mine and tossed and turned thinking about it.”

“Overthinking it,” Vander correctly guessed. “Sash, did it ever occur to you that maybe Shea was looking at you because I dunno, he was happy to see you having fun?”

Sasha stopped as Vanya sniffed at a bush. “...no? He wasn’t reading. He was looking at me. He was bored.”

“Did Shea say that? Did he look bored or were you just more interesting than this book?”

Sasha stared at his friend. “What do you mean?”

Vander scoffed. “Like maybe he wanted you to come home with him instead of reading books? Even if you just came over to read with him?”

“Huh.” Sasha began walking again as Vanya did, unsure what to do with that new perspective.

-

Vander’s words bounced around Sasha’s head for the next couple days. He decided he’d take Vander’s advice and try reading at Shea’s.

[text to: Shea Couleé] : Can I come over?

Sasha didn’t have to wait long at all for a reply.

[text from: Shea Couleé] - Miss me already? Knew you couldn’t resist this chocolate. I’m home right now so come over whenever you want 😜 I’m spending this Christmas Eve alone but I woudn’t mind some company

That was good, right?

[text to: Shea Couleé] : Ooh chocolate! Should I bring something? Wine?

[text from: Shea Couleé] - Just yourself 😉

[text to: Shea Couleé] : I’ll be right over

Sasha picked up his book and got in the car to drive to Shea’s.

-

The first thing Sasha noticed was that there was no chocolate out. But Shea’s apartment was all decorated for the holidays, with holly on the mantle and mistletoe hanging from the ceiling light over the couch, and an impressive and stylish tree in the center of the room.

“You really go all out for Christmas. Wow. I don’t do much. I think it’s just too capitalistic. I prefer to hand make things and I know you said not to bring anything but...” Sasha cleared his throat and handed Shea a fabric wrapped package. “The gift wrap is from Japan. It’s reusable. And uh I made your gift too.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything but thank you, boo.” Shea grabbed a gift bag off the mantle. “I got you something too though. Should we open them together?”

“Together.”

Shea untied the cloth bundle to reveal a beautiful handmade sweater. “I love this color! How did you know?” He held it up. It looked to be the perfect size. He smirked and stripped his shirt off to try it on, even though that wasn’t strictly necessary. But when he looked up shirtless to see Sasha’s reaction, Shea found him completely absorbed in his present.

The signed first edition Judith Butler seemed to be a hit and Sasha was already nose deep into it, fully absorbed in the words that he couldn’t be distracted by a beautiful shirtless man. Typical.

Shea put on the sweater, realizing that Sasha was on the couch. Perfect. Shea climbed into his lap and put the book to the side to plant a kiss solidly on Sasha.

Sasha’s bewildered eyes only lasted a moment before he melted into the kiss.

“You were under the mistletoe. I had to,” he teased.

Sasha chuckled. “Tradition.”

“Plus I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

That caught Sasha off guard. “You did?”

“Did... did you want me to kiss you?”

Sasha nodded. “Yeah...”

“Can I do it again?”

Sasha’s heart was gonna beat out of his chest. Surely he was dreaming. This was all he wanted. He kissed Shea back eagerly, pulling him close.

Sasha wasn’t one to believe in religious experiences but this was what he imagined they were like. He could kiss Shea for hours, and honestly? They did, both drunk off each other’s touches by the time they paused to just stroke each other’s faces and stare at each other in wonder.

Shea smirked at him. “Want to stay for Christmas? I’ve got a nice cozy bed big enough to share.”

Sasha smiled back at him. “I’d love to. Merry Christmas Shea.”

“Merry Christmas Sasha.”

[rpdrficexchange]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

By: @mistressaq For: @soulfulwinter

Summary: Blu felt ice down her neck, her heavy heart thud in her chest. She dropped the rest of the envelopes, running her shaking fingers over the eleven black letters that wanted to rip her lover away.

NOTICE OF CONSCRIPTION

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a last minute proposal— but at Christmas

[greydarling-deactivated20200307]

RPDR Gift Exchange!!

Merry Christmas to @valarie-von-odd , who I had the absolute pleasure of writing a secret santa gift for the @rpdrficexchange! This is probably going up earlier than required since time zones are weird and it’s the 24th where I am, but what’s better than an early Christmas gift? Anyway, here’s a little bit of Adorney fluff for you to enjoy <3 Fic under the cut.

Keep reading

[rpdrficexchange]

Stuck (craquaria - mollyroll)

Summary: It wasn’t exactly love at first sight. It took a faulty elevator and a lengthy chat to realize how good they could be together.

A/N: Happy holidays everyone!! 

This was written for @tohkkis with lots of love, hope you like it <3 <3

I had so so much fun with the plot bunny

Thanks to missy and my lovely sis lena for the beta read!!

ao3 link - moodboard 

2303 words

&&& feel free to poke me at @aqmollyroll <3

Brianna had always had a soft spot for the Christmas season, even if she didn’t celebrate it. She was 5 when her mum first told her the meaning behind the phrase imprinted on her wrist in loopy, delicate writing.

Everyone is born with an inscription on their left wrist, a message that will vanish when their soulmate says the words to them. Their second half; their perfect match.

When Brianna was younger, her friends used to tease her for having an unusual mark. It was normal to have romantic phrases, but Brianna felt very proud of her words.

Have I told you how much I despise Christmas shopping?

It was a blessing to know roughly when it would happen. A hopeless romantic, every single year she waited anxiously for December, and was disappointed when January came along and the words remained unchanged on her skin.

This year was no exception. She had volunteered to cover the Christmas Eve and Christmas Day shifts at the coffee shop so her two other coworkers could have time off with their families. She didn’t mind, being the sole barista and cashier was exhausting, but helping her friends made her warm and fuzzy inside.

So when she dragged herself all the way home on the 24th, nearing midnight, she wanted nothing more than to eat her mother’s cooking and then slide into bed until the next day. In a single motion, she entered the elevator and pressed the button for the tenth floor. The doors were closing when out of the corner of her eye she spotted a figure entering the lobby, carrying a veritable tower of presents.

“Hold the elevator!” The girl was stumbling; the boxes in her hands obscured her vision and she was having a lot of trouble keeping them balanced.

Brianna didn’t think twice, she ran over, determined to help in whatever way she could. She took a couple of boxes off the top of the tower, enough so the other girl could see where she was walking, and helped her inside the elevator.

Once the doors closed, she turned to ask the other girl what floor she needed to go.

“Ten is good, thanks”

Brianna knew her. Her name was Aquaria, if memory served her well. She fidgeted where she stood, feeling inadequate in her stained pink unicorn sweater when Aquaria looked as though she had been ripped off the pages of Vogue. Both of them had grown up in the same building, the same floor, two doors down from each other, but they had never really interacted. Brianna probably knew her mums better than she knew Aquaria, and that was saying a lot.

The elevator had started moving by the time she sneaked a glance at Aquaria and found her looking at herself in the mirror. To tell the truth, she had never really liked the younger girl. She had always thought Aquaria was distant, self-centered, and haughty. When she left their small town some years back (“She’s going to be a model!” her taller, sweeter mum had once told her upon a chance meeting in the hallway) it only reaffirmed Brianna’s preconceptions about her. She thought she was too good for-

There was a hitch as the elevator climbed, then a shrill metallic sound. Suddenly, it shuddered and ground to a shaking halt. The lights turned off.

“What the fuck?!” Thumps echoed in the darkness as what Brianna guessed were boxes fell to the floor. Aquaria launched herself at the control panel, frantically looking for the alarm button.

“Uh… it won’t work…” Brianna bent to set the gifts she was carrying neatly on the carpet, then sat down. “The elevator maintenance crew was supposed to come this week but-”

Aquaria banged on the door, then groaned when, predictably, nothing happened. “You have got to be kidding me! Tonight, of all nights!?”

Brianna shrugged, then realized there was no point in the gesture. “I mean, we probably won’t be here for long.”

She heard the rustle of fabric, then a dull thud as Aquaria presumably slid down onto the carpet. Her eyes were still getting used to the dark when a flash of light dazzled her. Aquaria had turned on her phone. She fidgeted with it for a few seconds, then threw it into a pile of boxes in frustration.

“Could you call my mum? Your mum? Someone? Anyone?” Illuminated by the faint glow of her phone, Aquaria looked like she was going to cry.

Brianna knew her phone had run out of battery hours ago, but she hoped for a Christmas miracle. She pulled it out of her bag and, as expected, it was dead.

“I knew I should have bought a SIM card at the airport, fuck my life.” Aquaria half heartedly thumped her head against the floor length mirror behind her.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m sure we’ll be out in no time.” Brianna couldn’t find it in her heart to complain about being tired when the other girl seemed so distraught.

“I guess… urgh… it’s just been a long day.” Aquaria turned on her phone’s flashlight so they would at least have a light source.

“Same… long, long day.”

For years Aquaria had seemed like a stone statue, unapproachable and perfectly poised. Seeing her trying so hard to keep herself in check was weird, to say the least. She was human, after all. Brianna felt bad for having assumed so many things about her, it was unlike herself to think the worst of others but for some reason she had done so anyway when it came to Aquaria.

They spent a few moments in uncomfortable silence when Aquaria began talking unprompted.

“I took a red eye flight from Paris yesterday… I was hoping to surprise Mum and Mum for Christmas but… the flight was delayed and… I barely had time to buy some presents and…”

“I’m sure they’ll be delighted to see you anyway."

Aquaria rubbed her eyes, smudging her perfect makeup. "You’re probably right… sorry about that… Mum always says I run my mouth whenever I’m stressing too much about stuff…”

Brianna smiled what she hoped was an encouraging smile. “You’re really close with them, that’s sweet.”

“Not really, I only see them once a year.” Aquaria crossed her legs. “Don’t get me wrong, I miss them. I’m just so swamped by work I can barely have time off.”

“They probably like you better because they don’t see you as often.” Brianna’s eyes opened wide when she noticed what she had said.

Rather than take offence, Aquaria laughed. “I guess you’re right.”

“I mean,” still somewhat flustered, Brianna tried to correct her blunder, “if they’re anything like mine… my mum’s been pestering me for years to move out and get my own place already!”

Aquaria’s smile was really pretty. Prettier than she thought possible for someone with a resting bitch face.

“I remember seeing you around, I think. You’re from 1006 aren’t you?”

“That would be me.”

“Nice to meet you properly, then. I’m Aquaria from 1008.” She held out her hand and Brianna took it.

Fearing she would come off as creepy, she bit back an ‘I know’. Instead, she went for something simpler. “I’m Brianna."

—–

“So.. what’s your deal?”

They had spent several minutes in silence. Aquaria had been looking through her pictures, or something, Brianna honestly hadn’t been paying attention. She had gotten bored of inspecting her fingernails and had closed her eyes for what seemed like just a second.

“Excuse me?”

Aquaria shrugged. “Job, hobbies and whatnot. Small talk to pass the time. You can start… if you want to, I mean… I don’t know.”

“Uh, sure.” Brianna quickly rubbed sleep out of her eyes and shifted where she sat. “I work at a coffee shop three blocks down… nothing too interesting, really. I’m pretty sure you have better stories than me.”

Aquaria scoffed. “I might be a model or whatever, but that doesn’t mean my life is interesting. Mostly just routine, boring.”

“What brands have you worked with, lately?”

She seemed bored, like she had been asked that question a million times before. “Moschino-”

Brianna’s eyes were wide open. “Moschino?!”

“Yeah, we did a photoshoot for-”

Brianna gave a slight shove to Aquaria’s shoulder. “And that’s not a big deal?!”

Aquaria looked at a loss for words, she simply shrugged and changed the topic. More than haughty, she seemed clueless. Like she didn’t have a filter, and she didn’t realize the effect her words could have on others. It didn’t come out of maliciousness, rather ignorance. And that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

“Uh, what do you usually do for Christmas?”

“Jewish. We don’t do Christmas.” Brianna shrugged. “I usually take on solo shifts though, to help out my coworkers.”

The phone fell out of Aquaria’s hands and they were plunged into darkness. She quickly recovered, fumbled with it, and turned the flashlight back on.

“Uh… is something the matter?”

“Y-Yeah… yeah it’s all good.” Her face was carefully blank, but her voice sounded panicked. “I-It’s really nice of you… to help out… your coworkers…”

There was something clearly not right there, but Brianna didn’t press it.

Conversation rose and fell between them. They talked about the holidays, traditions, family, fond memories… Sometimes things got too deep and personal, but Brianna found she didn’t particularly mind. It felt natural, talking to Aquaria, even when she barely knew her, she felt oddly comfortable around her.

There was something else about her, something that had changed in the short time they spent been together. It was something about the way she smiled like she knew something Brianna didn’t, how she played with her hair and looked at Brianna below her lashes. How she made Brianna’s mouth feel dry, and how her mere presence sucked all the air out of the room.

When she asked about past relationships, which would normally be considered a taboo subject for mere acquaintances, Brianna told her all about them, anyway.

“So you haven’t met your soulmate yet?” Aquaria all but purred, pointing with her head at Brianna’s exposed wrist.

“Uh, no.” She fixed the cuff of her sweatshirt over the inscription. It was far too dark for Aquaria to read the small print, but covering it felt appropriate.

“How do you want them to be?”

“I mean, I like the thought of having a fated soulmate.” Brianna was thankful for the low light that hopefully concealed her blush. Aquaria was flirting and it wasn’t fair.

“But if you could choose their traits, what would you wish for?”

“Well…uh…” She was far too distracted by the other girl slowly inching forward, “Openness? Uh… warmth?”

“Have you ever considered leaving this town?” Her fingers danced over her left sweater sleeve.

“Yeah but… why are you asking me all these things?”

“No reason!” suddenly flustered, Aquaria recoiled back to her own end of the elevator.

If she continued whatever it was she was doing, Brianna wasn’t going to survive this. And it would be entirely her own fault for maybe hoping that something might happen between them. She hadn’t exactly waited for her soulmate, having had a couple partners in the past, but it always felt wrong to hook up with anyone in December, when her soulmate was so close but so far away.

Thankfully, nothing further happened after that. They sort of drifted into a companionable silence, and eventually Brianna noticed Aquaria leaning against the mirror on the wall with her eyes closed, head slumped to a side, breathing relaxed.

She should probably get some shut eye herself. It had been a very long and confusing day.

—–

Neither woman knew exactly how long they’d been stuck by the time the lights finally turned on.

Brianna opened her eyes, blearily, to see Aquaria pull down on her own sleeves.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.” She smiled at Brianna as she nonchalantly stretched out her long limbs.

“What time is it?” Brianna was still feeling too sleepy to react further

Aquaria checked her phone. “Dead. I’d guess around 4am.”

The elevator started moving again, jerkily at first, then smoothly until they finally stopped at the tenth floor.

Aquaria had clearly spent some time awake already, she had stacked the presents lying on the floor into neat piles and seemed to be trying to figure out how to carry them out all at once.

As she lifted a couple boxes into her arms, she turned to Brianna.

“Have I told you how much I despise Christmas shopping?”

Brianna was stunned silent. Suddenly jerked fully awake, her mind had drawn a complete blank.

Aquaria didn’t notice, the doors opened and two blondes jumped straight in and hugged her, smothering her, fussing over her, and making her drop what she held in the process.

Brianna’s arms moved as if they had a mind of their own. She pulled on her left sleeve and-

It was gone. No trace of the inscription remained. The words she had grown to love had vanished in seconds.

When she finally came to, her neighbours were ushering her soulmate down the hallway, into their home and she would never see her again and-

“Aquaria?!” Brianna all but ran out of the elevator and tripped over something. She would have fallen flat on her face if someone hadn’t stepped in to hold her by the arm. (She hadn’t even seen the maintenance workers, looking amusedly at the scene in front of them. Or their tools, scattered about.)

“Yeah?”

“Would you-” she lowered her voice, suddenly self-conscious about yelling in the dead of night where everyone could hear her. “Would you like to hang out sometime?”

That was a stupid thing to say, Aquaria was gorgeous and popular, she had surely been asked out in better and cooler ways and-

She smiled.

“I’d love to!”

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December 15th, Check In Day

Just checking in here to make sure you’re all on schedule for getting your fic done on time. What your schedule is, that doesn’t matter to me. Whether it’s that you’ve written your entire fic already and are in the editing stages or if you’re still in the plot bunny outlining stages, I’m just checking in that your fic is going well for you. If you are having a problem – writer’s block, need of an beta, etc – just let me know because I’m here to help.

I’ll be sending you all a private message from my main to check in. If you’re good, just reply that you’re good or even just a smilie. If you’re not, I’ll do my best to help you through whatever issue you’re having.

Also, should I not hear back at all from someone, if any of you would like to be a pinch hitter, please let me know. Thank you. 

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[songofachilles]

holiday aus for the christmas spirit

i was having a snowball fight outside and you were casually walking by and oh my god im so sorry i accidentally nailed you in the face au

this is my first time at the ice rink and ive fallen on my butt at least 34 times so far but you keep skating around me like a fuckin pro au

we’re both dressed as santa for the office christmas party au

my little sibling mistook your dog for a reindeer and thats the story of how your dog ended up eating carrots inside my house au

rival christmas caroling groups au

we’re both volunteers at the holiday charity and somehow we’ve managed to turn donations for the less fortunate into a competition to see who could get the most donations au

im volunteering outside the mall for the Salvation Army all day and its cold as hell but youve been keeping me company outside even though i dont know you and now youre freezing too au

you’re my new neighbor and we’ve never spoken but you saw me shoveling snow all day and i guess it must be pretty obvious how cold i am because you brought me a jacket and hot cocoa au

you were the cashier giving me weird looks when i bought a ton of ugly christmas jumpers so i told you they were for my grandma but you happened to be at a party i wore one to and you saw me au

gingerbread house competition au

secret santa who keeps getting me random shit like why would i want this blender au

its the last of this toy in the store and we both grabbed it at the same time oh shit au

you’re the person in the apartment next door who VERY LOUDLY blasts holiday music starting in NOVEMBER and i hate christmas au

we’re both elves at santa’s workshop in the mall au

best house lights/decoration competition au

we both got randomly selected to sing ‘baby its cold outside’ at this karaoke bar au

i wanted to give you the twelve days of christmas buT YOU DIDNT TELL ME YOURE ALLERGIC TO FUCKING BIRDS au

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25 Days Christmas Romance Challenge

Anonymous said to @alloftheprompts: Do you have any Christmas Prompts that could be used for romance? I was hoping for like a 25 days of Christmas writing type thing but I can’t find prompts that could be used for mini romances

I hope these help! ♥

Character A and Character B, sworn enemies, are chosen to prepare the company Christmas Party.

Character A’s best friend rigs the Secret Santa, because they know Character A has a crush on Character B.

Character A works as a Santa’s helper. Character B has a small sibling/child.

Character A is desperate to find a particular item (book/toy/etc.) as a present for someone, but it’s been sold out everywhere. Character B helps.

Character A and Character B are co-workers, but they barely know each other. But they both have to work through the holidays.

Character A and Character B meet in the ER on Christmas Eve.

Character A can’t wrap gifts to save their life. Character B is thir neighbor and can help.

Character A’s ex will be at the Christmas Party A is attending. Character B poses as A’s fiance.

Character A vows to do something nice for a stranger during the Christmas time. Character B is that stranger.

Character A and Character B both sign up for a Christmas Pen Pal project to exchange postcards.

Character A and Character B broke up, but now they meet at a Christmas party.

Character A is stuck working in coffee shop on Christmas Day and Character B is the lonely soul spending their whole day there.

Character A’s little sibling/child wants to meet their favorite celebrity/writer/person for Christmas. Character B is said “Christmas present”.

Character A can’t travel to see their family on Christmas, so they invite their grumpy loner neighbor Character B.

Character A and Character B compete in Christmas house decoration.

Character A bakes too many Christmas cookies so they share it with Character B.

Character A has to dress up as Santa for Christmas.

Character A and Character B have to save Christmas.

It’s Character A’s first Christmas since a tragedy.

Character A returns to their birth-town for the holidays. Character B is their estranged childhood best friend.

Character A is pretending to be their friend’s lover for the sake of the friend’s family. Character B is said friend’s sibling.

Character A loses a bet and has to wear a different ugly Christmas sweater every day till Christmas. Character B works at a clothes store.

Character owns a struggling toy store. Character B is looking for a Christmas present.

Character A doesn’t feel the Christmas spirit but Character B, who lives above them, keeps playing Christmas carols really loud.

Character A overhears Character B’s Christmas wish and decides to fulfill it,

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Assignments Are Out!

Check your inboxes, because your assignments have been sent! If, for whatever reason, you can’t find yours, let me know asap so I can get it to you. If you have any questions over the next few weeks, don’t hesitate to send me an ask or a message.

Otherwise, Happy writing and I’ll check in with you all on the 15th!

🎄 Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays 🎄

P.S. – For those of you with assignments and are stuck on what to write, over the next couple of days, I will have a few Christmas themed prompts queued for a possible source of inspiration.

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