Seasonal Delights Bingo

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Important Announcement!

Hello everyone, we were unable to fix the problem on our tumblr account, and for that reason we decided on making a new account so as not to loose more time.

Our name is still the same, @seasonaldelightsbingo, since we changed the name of this account.

Once again we apologize for the inconvenience, we will try to send out the cards as soon as possible and reblog your works too.

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What's the difference between light and dark bingo cards?

pretty much the color scheme being somewhat reverse. the light bingo has a lighter tone to it, the darker a much darker tone.

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do we have to post the works done for the bingos?

Not really, it's pretty much your card after we send it to you. But we (our new account) won't be able to reblog it otherwise.

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heya,maybe a silly question but uh... which blog am i supposed to follow/tag? Based on the post it seems like it should be the new one, but yall seem to be able to reblog things on this current one, so i thought maybe you just had to rename this one to fix whatever the problem is... sorry, i'm very easily confused /lh

Hello, you should tag/follow our new blog @seasonaldelightsbingo rather than this one, we won't be active here for much longer.

We used to have a couple of problems with this blog, and still seem to be having some problems which is why we won't be coming her anymore.

This blog gave us too many troubles, and because of that we ended up deciding to open a new account instead of wasting more time on this one. Hopefully things will sail much easier now.

So long story short, unfollow this account, tag @seasonaldelightsbingo so that we can reblog it.

Don't be sorry, it was a good question and I would have been confused too.

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Alex and Henry dancing together - for my @seasonaldelightsbingo bingo card (prompted by an anon). This prompted me to finally watch the movie too 😅

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

Title: you were burned, you were about to burn, you’re still on fire Fandom: One Piece Character/Pairing: Marco & Portgas D. Ace, Marco, Portgas D. Ace Rating: T Word Count: 786 Summary: Prompt: sometimes the one you'd take a bullet for is the one with the gun Tags: Post-Marineford Arc, Alternate Marineford Events, Portgas D. Ace Lives, Suicide Attempt, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Character Study Submitted For: - 3SF2024 (@three-sentence-ficathon) - Bad Things Happen Bingo [Card 2] - Crying Themselves to Sleep (@badthingshappenbingo) - 100ships - #56. Flame - Sweet & Spicy Bingo: Sweetheart Edition - Hug Me (@sweetspicybingo) - Seasonal Delights Bingo: Language of Flowers - attempted suicide (@seasonaldelightsbingo) - Lyrical Escape Bingo - "In the cold light of day, we're a flame in the wind." (@lyricalescape) - Fandom-Free Bingo: Valentine Edition - Sobbing Uncontrollably (@fandom-free-bingo)

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Title: Come as You Are {ao3}

Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Bruce Banner

Rating: T

Word Count:555

Warnings:N/A

Summary:Bruce and Darcy ring in the New Year.

A/N: @marvelrarepairbingo made a post about my fic here back when it was anonymous! Sorry, I couldn't post this until now, had to keep the secret :wink:

Image Credits: Banner made by me with the help of Canva and Google Images

Created for:

@darcylewisbingohq: A3- Darcy x Bruce Banner

@anyfandomgoesbingo: B3- College AU

@anyfandomfluffbingo: "You're Warm."

@marvelrarepairbingo: For Secret Santa 2023, written for @superblizzardfire

@seasonaldelightsbingo: B3- Cuddling together on the bed

@marvel-smash-bingo: N3-Free Space

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On The Tide - Chapter Four

Winter gets in an altercation for his ‘laziness’, and his Captain comes to his defence. Prompts met; - Quiet Cry for Help' (Double) and 'Don't Look Back' (Dozen), @multifandom-flash - 'Sexual Tension', @fandom-free-bingo (Frosty Edition); - 'Shielding Someone With Their Body' and 'Stuck Together', @seasonaldelightsbingo (Winter Wonderland) ; - '29. Hey, Wake Up!", @flufftober CW: Implied risk of violence

Check it out below the KR with the boards, or on AO3 here!

“Hey, wake up!” I blinked in surprise, looking down at the rope in my hands dumbfoundedly for a moment before securing it to the belaying pin, the snaked figure-eight wrapping around and around before I glanced toward the voice. It took two days of sleeping between his sheets for my Captain to let me return to my duties – or rather, to commence them, at last. It was clear that the explanation of my sickness had fallen on disbelieving ears, judging from the amount of scowls and distasteful glanced I’d received throughout the morning. But this was the first time anyone had spoken directly to me, and a man perhaps five years my junior strode across the deck toward me with a thunderous expression. “You slack off for your first few days, then daydream when you finally show your face? Just who do you think you are, newbie?” I raised an eyebrow at my heavyset aggressor, entirely unphased by the several inches and hundred-plus pounds he had on me. “Sargeant Barnes. US Army, special ops.” My genuine response seemed only to anger him further – which I more than moderately expected – and he stepped closer, his chest brushing against mine, forcing me to tip my chin up to maintain eye contact. “You’re a cocky little shit, aren’t you?” “I like to think so, yeah.” He growled audibly, jaw rolling in irritation, shoulders squaring in a failed attempt at intimidation. “You think I’m going to let you get away with talking to me like that, runt?” His fingers curled into a fist by his side, the motion catching in the corner of my eye, and I tensed pre-emptively, prepared to dodge and put this ogre on his ass before he could- “Walker, Barnes, that’s enough!” My head turned minutely, never breaking eye contact, but he snapped to attention, back stiff with respect, and I couldn’t help but snort under my back. Kiss-ass. A hand on my chest pushed me backwards, firm and unrelenting despite my tensing in response, forcing me to move my feet a few inches. I glanced aside at last, finding dark, intimidating eyes boring into my own, and winced minutely. Shit. “What’s going on here?” Lieutenant Tyne snapped, looking between the two of us, his irritation clear in his voice. “This grunt thinks he’s better than us, lazing around like a piece of shit ground p-” “Enough,” the Captain growled, his eyes settling on his crew member, cold and intimidating. Now that is scary. This guy should take notes. “Sergeant Barnes has been unwell through no fault of his own. Unfortunately timed, but genuine nonetheless. You yourself once spent several days without contributing due to illness, if I remember correctly – so it feels somewhat hypocritical for you to be challenging anyone, Corporal Walker.” I bit back a grin at that, pushing a hand idly through my hair. Corporal. I wonder how mad he is that I outrank him… “But Sir-” “That’s enough, Walker,” Lieutenant Tyne snapped, eyes narrowing further, stepping between the two of us as the Corporal turned back toward me. “No. Back off. Don’t make me tell you again.” Walker looked at me briefly over his Captain’s shoulder, his gaze full of fury, before he turned away at last, muttering under his breath as he walked off without looking back. Greg turned his eyes to me instead, hard and impossible to read beyond his evident irritation. “With me.”

I paused nervously in the middle of his quarters, gaze darting anxiously. Fuck, I’m for it now… “Are you okay?” My head raised in surprise, jaw slackening. “I-I-” “The first altercation can always be a little… Uncomfortable.” He reached out, his fingertips brushing my arm gently, causing my breath to hitch in my chest. “I wanted to check on you – though he seemed far more inclined to a quiet cry for help than you were,” he added, grinning. I was momentarily dazzled by the broad smile, mouth working wordlessly. “I-I’m not… Easily intimidated,” I breathed, feeling my cheeks colour shyly at his closeness. “I could’ve taken him.” “I don’t doubt it,” he replied softly, leaning just a little closer, his head tipped slightly to one side in a way that made my heart stutter. “But we’re stuck together – it’s better if we don’t start throwing punches just yet, okay?” I nodded, and he smiled again, making my throat dry up nervously. I stopped breathing entirely as he moved even closer, his face an inch from mine, and his smile turned teasing, one side curled higher than the other as my lashes fluttered automatically. “I can’t open the door with you standing there.” Mortified, my face flamed, and I ducked out of the way quickly, stiffening at the sound of his soft chuckle. “You think you’re funny?” I snapped, straightening up and grasping the door myself, irritated and affronted by his amusement. “It’s very easy to make you blush,” he countered, his hand still on the doorknob as he met my gaze once more. “I’d say more entertaining than funny, though.” I scowled, jerking on the door, but his muscles simply tightened, the wood barely shifting as I strained. “Let me go.” His eyes assessed my face before he released the knob in surprise. “… Did I offend you? I’m sorry. I was only teasing you.” I nodded, and he hesitated again, hand touching my arm gently. “I’m truly sorry, Sergeant Barnes.” I nodded once more, placated by the softness in his voice, his fingers trailing over the thin sleeve covering my skin and raising a line of goosebumps in his wake. “I- Thank you, Captain Tyne.” I inclined my head shyly, ducking past him as he opened the door for me, returning to my work confused and uncertain. What’s happening here?

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With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear - Chapter 23

’Soothing Touch’ – October 28th prompt, @flufftober. Prompts also fulfilled; ‘Cheshire Cat Grin’ and ‘Wipe That Smile Off Your Face’ – @multifandom-flash (Beehive), ‘Handcuffs, Ropes and Restraints’ – @marvelrarepairbingo Round 3, ‘Kissing Each Other’s Scars’ – @seasonaldelightsbingo Winter Wonderland Bingo, “Alright, let’s hear it. I know you’ve had time to think of some good excuses.” – Post-@julybreakbingo. Matt is caught in the shower, and Clint decides to punish him. CW: Kinky sex, sexual ‘punishment’.

Check it out on AO3 here, or with the boards under the KR!

I jerked awake as if disturbed, casting my eyes around the dark room in confusion. The sun had long set, the bedside clock declaring it to be a little after 1am. I inhaled tentatively; my nose was still sore, but clear, the ache in my face having subsided somewhat – no doubt the result of Matt’s insistent administration of cold and flu remedies over the course of the last few days. But now he was gone, the bed cold, and something was amiss. There was no reason to suspect anything was wrong – nothing looked awry – but I had a quiet sense of unease in my chest as I shimmied from the sheets. The bathroom door was ajar, light snaking through the crack, and I cursed my lack of foresight at not snagging my hearing aids as I’d risen, pausing just outside and, for an unknowable and futile reason, straining my deaf ears for any sound coming from the other side of the wood. All I could see was the faint trail of steam creeping between the door, curling around the frame and drifting off into the darkness. Nudging my way inside, I sighed in relief at the sight of Matt’s bare back through the frosted glass, straight and pale and seemingly unmarred, as far as I could see. I stepped closer, silently shedding my clothes, surprised when he didn’t turn around as I leant around the glass, eyebrow raising in surprise. One hand was pressed to the tile in front of him, fingers clenched without purchase, and the angle he stood allowed me only to see the muscles in his other shoulder working. Blinking in surprise – and suddenly realising why his heightened senses hadn’t alerted him to my approach – I stepped in behind him, reaching out to run my fingertips gently down his back. “And just what do you think you’re doing?” I murmured, moving closer, one hand trailing over his hip to grip his wrist. He shivered in surprise, head turning to meet my eyes with a sheepish grin. “You were asleep – and unwell – I didn’t want to disturb you…” With a soft, playful growl, I spun him around to press his back to the tile, eliciting a gasp of shock at the cold wall against his flushed skin. “You thought you could deprive me? That’s very entitled of you…” He raised an eyebrow in surprise, a faint smirk flickering at his lips. “I’m terribly sorry, Sir… I must have forgotten myself.” Groaning under my breath at his immediate understanding, I pressed my hand to his skin, pinning him lightly. My lips trailed over a number of scars on his chest, light and reverent, his mouth parting in a silent gasp of pleasure as my hands found his hips. “What made you think you could touch yourself without my permission?” I purred, nipping gently at his throat, and he shivered beneath me. “I-I, um-” My eyes met his briefly, seeking his consent and encouragement, heat stirring in my abdomen when he smiled reassuringly, and I cocked a brow arrogantly at his Cheshire Cat grin. “Wipe that smile off your face, boy…” My hand wrapped around his straining length, making his lashes flicker with need, any amusement in his face replaced with enraptured pleasure. “Alright, let’s hear it. I know you’ve had time to think of some good excuses…” Fingers tightening infinitesimally, I smirked when he hissed, head falling back against the tile. “I-I didn’t want to disrupt your sleep – I couldn’t help myself…” I hummed under my breath, leaning in to nip gently at his exposed throat. “That doesn’t sound like a particularly good excuse to me…” He whined and bucked into my hand, hips stuttering with desperate need. “You were so tired, and unwell. I wanted to make sure you got enough rest. But I woke up with- uh, this… And I had to do something about it…” Smirking, I stroked him a little more firmly, free hand pinning his chest. “Always so needy, Devil. Perhaps I should teach you a lesson.” He nodded eagerly, eyes snapping open to gaze at me. “Please. God, please, Clint…” Smirking, I cupped his cheek, leaning closer to brush my lips over his lightly. “How about we move this back to the bed, Murdock?”

My palm found his chest once more as he pulled me desperately toward the bed, whimpering and whining, his cock visibly aching and beading as I pushed him onto his back on the sheets. “Clint, fuck, please-” I shushed him soothingly, rifling through my kit bag and smirking at him over my shoulder. Distantly, I revelled in the change in my self-esteem since we’d met – never before had I moved around my apartment naked with such comfort. While he couldn’t see me, the way he related to my body – to me, as a trans man – had changed my perspective of myself for the better. When I approached him again, his head was cocked curiously – no doubt knowing, in unfathomable ways, that I now held something in my hands. Curious, I dragged the rope through my palm, smirking when he stilled, sightless eyes widening in surprise and pleasure. “Hands, Devil.” He obliged immediately, offering me his wrists without complaint and letting out a soft groan when I straddled his hips, settling my wetness against his length lightly as I carefully bound him. He shifted and pressed himself closer, muttering nonsensical pleas under his breath, the minute movements of his lips too delicate to track much beyond please and need. Moving a little further up his chest, my knees tucked under his arms as I secured the free tail of the rope to the headboard, I felt his head duck longingly at my heat sitting tantalisingly close to his mouth. I smirked as I rested on my heels, watching him strain needily for me, muscles tight against his restraints. “Is this what you want, sweetheart?” My hand found the space between my legs, and I sighed softly, earning a squirm and a whine in response. “Yes- God, yes. Please. Please…” My hand shifted instead to his hair, hips inching forward, and he groaned against me as his lips found my clit, tongue trailing the length of me eagerly, his enthusiastic sounds producing delectable vibrations against my core. “Fuck- A Devil’s tongue, indeed-” My words died in my throat as his tongue found its way inside me, fading into a soft groan of pleasure. “May- Maybe I’ll just stay here, let you make me come and then leave you wanting…” He whimpered against me again, straining to press himself closer, hips shifting behind me in a desperate hunt for friction. With a sigh, I tipped my head back momentarily, relishing the feeling of his eager mouth on me a heartbeat longer before moving away, hesitating at the sight of his glassy eyes and parted lips, a look of pure euphoria on his face. So handsome. He was inside me before he’d recovered from my movement; I was too lost in his divine beauty to wait any longer. With a stuttered gasp, his eyes closed once more, restrained hands curling into fists and grasping desperately at his ropes. My chest met his as I rolled my hips, kissing him softly and purring at my taste on his lips. “Clint- fuck, you feel s-so good, I don’t know if I can-” I smiled at the stammered words, tongue moving clumsily over his teeth, and kissed him harder, one hand moving between my legs to encourage my own climax, the other wrapping in his hair and tucking his head back to expose the delicate curve of his throat to my exploring lips. “It’s okay, baby,” I murmured against his jaw, hips shifting harder, letting out a groan at the feeling of him buried deeply inside me. “It’s okay, I’ve got you. You don’t have to hold on.” As if on cue, he gasped aloud, back arching as he filled me with his warmth, the sensation of him encouraging me to move ever faster, my fingers fumbling clumsily against myself as I sought my own precipice. No sooner had his jerking begun to subside than I buried my face in his throat as I cried out, the convulsions of my own body making him whimper and twitch in his oversensitivity.

I lay panting beside him, gently rubbing a cooling cream into the faint lines around his wrists, my soothing touch easing the mild discomfort from his skin as we recovered. “That was…” he trailed off with a dazed, happy grin, and I chuckled, pressing a kiss to his sweat-damp chest. “It was,” I agreed, shivering happily, and tugged the sheets a little higher over his chest. “So… Think you’ll be able to go back to sleep now? I mean, I think I’ve sufficiently worn you out…” I glanced back up from his hands to watch his response, smiling softly when I found him slack-jawed, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as his eyes closed. Leaning up, I pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, earning a weak, sleepy smile, and nestled myself more comfortably under his arm. Perfect.

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I Can’t Like That

My entry for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt #238 — take my hand & the @febuwhump’s day 1 prompt — helpless, read under the cut. You can find it on Ao3 here.

Fandom: Chicago Fire

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Pairing: Joe Cruz & Brian "Otis" Zvonecek

Tags: Canon Compliant, Emotional Hurt, Implied Canon Character Death

Summary: Joe waits, helpless, for his best friend to leave.

Wordcount: 570

Also filling the prompts: @seasonaldelightsbingo — “I’d rather it be me than you.” / @fnafbingo — “There is room for one more.” / @lyricalescape — “And you can’t save me.” / @multifandom-flash, round 2 card #2003 — “It’s alright, you could never hurt me. I just feel you.” + Awesomeness Is a Force

Joe has learned from a young age that making good things would eventually bring good things to his life. He considers himself to be a good man, or at least most of the time he tries to be one, staying loyal to the beliefs that raised him and aiming to be pure of soul.

But Brian has been a good man all his life. Not only has he the most pure of hearts, but he’s been the kindest, more selfish and trustworthy person Joe has been blessed with meeting. Honest with every action on his back, and every word he’s shared. He’s been a huge support not just for Joe, but for a lot of people. Brian has saved lives.

He saved Joe’s. Even in the times when he wasn’t someone good to have around, in the time where Joe had met dark routes and taken decisions that were sometimes hard to live with, Otis has always been good to him.

The best of men.

That’s why Joe doesn’t understand how they have gotten here. Now, the chance to have it all paid back to his friend is only a dream. All the good that Otis has given to the world, everything that he has done for their town as a firefighter, it can’t get back to him.

Somehow any of this seems to matter now that Joe stands next to his friend, still unconscious on the hospital bed, because this is another day in his life in which Otis has chosen to be good.

He wants to reach out to take Otis’ hand. He wants to take it, and squeeze it hard, and change himself for his best friend because he knows Otis’ closer to heaven than to Earth.

But they told him not to touch him. And Joe doesn’t want him to be in more pain, so he doesn’t.

He doesn’t take his hand, but he wishes he would have been with Otis and took his hand in the fire, bringing him along instead of letting fate leave him behind. If they were together, if they’d been running away from the flames side by side, Joe would have never let Otis give his life to save everybody in the basement. The factory’ workers. Their family. Joe himself.

He would have taken his hand and dragged him inside the room. They would have closed the door, together, and they would be taking Sylvie’s and her broken arm back home by now.

Yet, Joe can’t give himself the chance to think of the what if’s. Of what they would do when Otis got out of the hospital, of how they would help Sylvie organise her wedding before she moved away, of how Otis would tell Lily the story about this fire with some joke in between because that would be the only way he would be able to talk about this day.

Joe supposes he’ll never be able to do it himself, as the day he’ll lose his best friend is meant to become the worst day of his life. And right now, he can’t take the sound out of his head. Joe’s afraid the last thing he’ll ever hear from Otis is the SOS signal of his suit.

That can’t be the only thing left of the man that had been so much for him. But if it is, he hopes someone’s taking Otis’ hand from the other side.

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Title: A Gentleman's Pleasure {Ao3}

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton/ Penelope Featherington

Rating: E

Word Count: 604

Warnings: N/A

Summary: There's only one bed...and Penelope has a plan to get what she wants.

A/N: Smut-ahoy! Enjoy!

Image Credits: Banner made by me with the help of Cavana and Google Images

Created For:

@anyfandomgoesbingo: Custom Card- Bridgerton- I3- Multiple Orgasms

@anyfandomkinkbingo: B4- Hair Pulling

@anyfandomfluffbingo: B4- Hickies

@sweetspicybingo: [sweetheart]- B2- Seduce Me

@fandom-free-bingo: [flight]- B2- Doggy Style

@seasonaldelightsbingo: [winter wonderland]- B1- Only One Bed

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

Title: Lingering Darkness Fandom: Persona 5 Ship: Akira/Ryuji Rating: T Warnings: Nightmares, Anxiety, Swearing Words: 6539 Synopsis: Something changed after his almost death at Shido’s palace. At first, Ryuji thinks he is just tired. However, no matter what he does, the feeling that part of him is perpetually trapped in the Metaverse only gets worse with time. Akira is the first one to see through his cheerful facade, and tries to help him find the reason for that change.

Prompts used: @badthingshappenbingo - That's Not Normal @hurtcomfort-bingo - Learning to Be Loved @seasonaldelightsbingo - Pressing Foreheads Together

My cards under the cut.

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Silver & Gold - Chapter Five

CW: Implied Smut, self-image issues Prompts fulfilled; ‘Fireplace’, October 26th Prompt – @flufftober; ‘Candlelight’, December 12th Prompt – @deaddovedec; ‘Touch Starved’, December 12th Prompt – @whumpcember; ‘Mistletoe’ and ‘Twinkle Light Sexytimes’ – The Woods Are Lovely, Dark and Deep (@darcylewisbingohq); ‘Ice Skating’ - @sweetspicybingo - Blackout! Masterlist can be found here. ‘Pressing Foreheads Together’ – Winter Wonderland Bingo (@seasonaldelightsbingo).

Silver and Gold go ice-skating, and a storm blows out their power. Even obstacles can be fun when you face them together. Cards below! Check it out on AO3 here, or below the KR!

My hands shook nervously as he tested the ice, diligent as ever when it came to my safety. “You’ve really never done this before?” he asked again, hopping timidly, making me laugh as his feet skittered nervously. “Never… And you’re not making it look especially tempting!” I added, earning a broad grin as he approached me, hand extended. “It’s fun, I promise! And the ice is plenty thick enough – though the pond is only about a foot deep anyway, but I wouldn’t want those talented feet to get chilly!” I sighed good-naturedly as he pulled me to my feet, wobbling like a newborn fawn while he pulled me against his chest. He’d made the same point about keeping my feet warm when he’d carefully slid my toes into woolly socks, peppering my calves in gentle kisses. I loved his devoted appreciation, especially when it came to my dancing; I’d spent far too much of my life terrified to as much as tap a toe for fear of summoning a spectre of my past. We’d lain in bed that morning, my chin resting gently on his chest, and I’d mused aloud about where I’d find the space to dance, earning a broad smile and a playful wink from my soldier, refusing to share any details until I was up, dressed, fed and out of the house. “I think you’ll love dancing on the ice,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine as he lead me tentatively onto the ice. My knees trembled nervously, but his arms were strong and safe around me, holding me steady even as my legs threatened to slide in opposite directions. He pressed a tender kiss to my cheek, shifting away slightly to meet my gaze with a soft smile. His fingers laced tightly with my own, the metal cool despite my gloves, guiding me further out over the rough ice with delight evident in his grey eyes. “It’s… A little like the studio…” I mused uncertainly, allowing my feet to slide forward under their own power slightly rather than his. “Though much more slippery…” He snorted softly, pulling me a little closer once more, his hands finding my waist as he kissed me gently. “Yeah, it might take a little getting used to, but I think you’ll enjoy it with a little practice – if you’re interested?” he added quickly, brow furrowing with concern and earning a laugh for his troubles. My own arms draped around his neck, holding him close against me. The first time we’d danced together, he’d been notably uncomfortable, acquiescing only for my joy. But now we moved in perfect synchronicity, my expertise mitigated by my inexperience on the ice, and the lessons I’d lovingly given him over the years providing us with more equal footing. I squealed and giggled as he span me, revelling in the way the skates allowed me to swirl with seemingly no friction – round and round in an endless spiral until he pulled me back to his chest, beaming. “Well?” My mouth found his to kiss him deeply, soft, happy sounds radiating from my chest. “I love you.”

By the time we stumbled back to the house as the snow fell harder, my legs shaking with fatigue and cold, I was flushed and joyful. He’d been right, of course – it was all too easy to see how I could fall further in love with dance with ice beneath my feet. We shivered as we stepped inside, skates left dripping by the front door, my hand fumbling for the light, frowning when flipping it had no effect. “… Huh.” Yoshitsune reached around me to repeat the motion, making me smile, and letting out a soft huff of his own. “Power’s out… I guess we’ve got a storm coming. That’s what we get for being in the middle of nowhere…” He hummed under his breath as he rooted in the low table in the half-light, chuckling quietly. “Luckily, I’m prepared.” The match flared to life, casting captivating shadows over his face as he lit a broad candle, offering it to me with a lopsided grin. “Could you come and hold this for me? The heat’s out, so I’ll get a fire going – can’t have my little ballerina catching a cold.” I padded behind him obediently, mesmerised by the way the flickering light reflected in dazzling arrays across his arms as he shrugged off his jacket. “… You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, unable to keep myself from reaching out to brush my fingertips across the shining surface. His jaw twitched self-consciously, embarrassed by my praise and making  me grin. “I’m glad you think so,” he replied, voice unusually soft as he knelt. My heart ached for him; he’d told me before that not everyone loved, or even appreciated, the body he now found himself with, and it baffled and saddened me each time I thought of it. I squatted beside him, leaning carefully against his side with the candle held away carefully, my free hand wrapped around his bicep protectively. “Of course I do,” I breathed, kissing his cheek softly. “You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He did his equivalent to blushing, his jaw tightening minutely, lashes lowering as he fiddled with the kindling. “… I had quite a high impression of myself, once. I knew I turned heads – hell, I know I still do. But sometimes it doesn’t feel like it’s for the right reasons.” The fire roared to life, and his face turned to mine, eyes widening in panic as he found the tears pooled along my lash line, his fingertips trailing my cheek. I brushed the offending sight away in mild annoyance – it wasn’t my thing to be sad over, after all. My lips found his, firm and devoted, my hands wrapped around his biceps pointedly. “I think you’re gorgeous, Yoshitsune. I have a hard time taking my eyes off you, and keeping my hands off you… And every time a minute goes by without you touching me I feel starved.” His smile tipped up on one side, easy and loving. “Oh? It’s that bad, is it?” With a quick nod, I scrambled onto his lap, his hands only too eager to find my waist and shift me closer. “It’s torture, Silver.” One eyebrow arched, and he reached into his jacket with a grin. “I’m a little sad I didn’t put this up, then…” The fire reflected ephemerally on the metal as he uncurled his fingers, a perfect little sprig of mistletoe nestled in his palm. Beaming, I reached out to hold it over our heads, then hummed thoughtfully. “You never need a reason to kiss me, Yoshitsune. I can’t get enough of you.” No sooner had I finished the sentence than I was pinned to the carpet, his mouth on mine, hungrily tugging my lip between his teeth as his fingers tightened on my hips. My head fell back with a soft sigh of contentment as he shifted to my throat, hands moving automatically to pull his shirt over his head, the twinkling lights of fire and candle sending flickering shadows over flesh and metal. “Beautiful,” I breathed, pulling his head up to mine once more with a quiet, needy whimper.

[fierysunrises]

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

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 美男高校地球防衛部HAPPY KISS! | Binan Koukou Chikyuu Bouei-bu Happy Kiss! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kirishima Ryouma/Wakura Nanao Characters: Wakura Nanao, Kirishima Ryouma Additional Tags: Pining, Pre-Relationship, Injury, Broken Bones, (happened off screen) Summary:

After he gets injured, Nanao is pleasantly surprised by a home visit from Ryouma. @seasonaldelightsbingo for ‘taking care of one another’

@hurtcomfort-bingo for ‘broken bones’

[crowbjection]

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

Spoilers for The Great Ace Attorney

Title: Quiet agony Rating: Explicit 🔞 Fandoms: The Great Ace Attorney Relationships: Ryunosuke/Kazuma Characters: Ryunosuke, Kazuma Tags: Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Crying, Established Relationship, Comfort Sex, Top Naruhodou Ryuunosuke, Bottom Asougi Kazuma, Mentioned Past Barok/Kazuma (unresolved)

Synopsis: But maybe that was precisely the problem: Kazuma had forced himself to be strong for so long that he spread himself too thin. And now that everything had finally come to an end, he could barely keep all the pieces together. And Ryunosuke couldn't allow him to keep hurting himself like that. - Ryunosuke speaks with Kazuma after Barok van Zieks' trial, only to realize that his partner still refuses to open up.

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Prompts:

@badthingshappenbingo: Wiping the other's tears away

@hurtcomfort-bingo: Not going to leave

@fandom-free-bingo: Wiping tears away (Frosty); Hiding their worries (Flight)

@seasonaldelightsbingo (Winter Wonderland): Hare Hare Ya - Flower; Feeling tears of the other while kissing

@sweetspicybingo (Sweetheart): I'll top

[lyriablackfrost]

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Title: Anything You Ask of Me Fandom: The Great Ace Attorney Ship: Barok/Kazuma Warnings: - Words: 989 Synopsis: Despite how happy Barok is with his relationship with Kazuma, his guilt and irrational fears still haunt him when he tries to go to sleep.

Prompts used: @hurtcomfort-bingo - Comfort After a Nightmare @seasonaldelightsbingo - Hurt/Comfort + Sharing Beds

My cards under the cut.

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

Hail Hydra - Chapter 10

Bucky is sought out, and he receives a gift from his new captors. CW: Nightmares, blood, death of a whumper. Prompts met; '11. Unexpected Gift (Best/Worst)' - @deaddovedec; 'Alt 9. Begging' - @whumpcember; 'Be Careful What You Wish For (alternate)' and 'Showering in Victim's Shower' - @halloweenhorrorbingo; 'The Past does not Forget, Blood does not Forgive' - Five Nights At Freddy's Bingo (@seasonaldelightsbingo); '"Don't Try to Beg. It Won't Work."' - @anyfandomdarkbingo; 'Can't Go Home' - @badthingshappenbingo.

Check it out on AO3 here, or read the first section below the KR with the boards!

I was emotionless as I was shuttled along, guided by the doctor with a hand on my elbow. My decent into madness, cold and encompassing, was certainly complete; I couldn’t even find the energy to feel guilt for the blood cooling on my skin, smearing in the dust beneath my soles. “I’m proud of you, soldier.” I blinked in surprise, head turning minutely. “Sir?” “You’ve proven an invaluable asset. You will be rewarded for your obedience.” Distantly, I was aware of the ominousness of his words, but was too numbed by my actions to care what happened to me. “Thank you, Sir,” I muttered. I hesitated outside my cell automatically, but he continued to encourage me along, and I followed with a soft, accepting shrug. I’m never going to be free of my actions here. I don’t care what happens to me now. The door he stopped outside was, for once, an actual door – albeit with a large, thick window that allowed for surveillance and hatch for delivering food. “What is this place?” “This is your reward, Американский. You have proven your obedience to the Soviet Union.” He pushed the door open, and my eyes widened in shock. I’d almost forgotten what comfort looked like. My memories, as long-faded as they now felt, told me that this was not, by any means, the height of sophistication and luxury, but compared to the bare, freezing room I was used to, the metal bed with its thin mattress looked fit for a king. The doctor inclined his head, gesturing to a thinner, wooden door opposite. “There’s a bathroom through there. Toilet, shower, the works.” He smirked as my jaw dropped, offering me a victorious, vicious grin. “I told you, Американский. Obedience earns reward. Disobedience, well…” His gaze dropped to the scars marring my body, fading quickly but still evident. “We know how that ends.” I nodded once, eyes lowered, silent and cautious. A shower. I hadn’t had more than the occasional, frigid hosing since I got here several months ago; the promise of hot water was almost too good to be true. “This is the part where you say ‘thank you’,” he growled, a hand tangling in my hair to jerk my head back. “Th-thank you, Sir,” I stammered uncertainly, my watery gaze locked on the ceiling, stained and peeling, until he released me. “The war is over, Американский. But you… You cannot go home, just like the other Aмериканцы. You have seen too much here. You are also too valuable to us. You are a Soviet soldier now – or you will die, like your companions. Do you understand me?” I nodded again, my eyes on the floor. “Yes, Sir. I understand.” “Good. Now clean yourself off; you’re disgusting.”

I was left alone for three days, save for the meals pushed through the hatch in the door. I’d been upgraded to slightly more edible dishes – they actually somewhat resembled food I’d once eaten now – and spent the time moving between bed and shower, still entirely naked but far less frozen than I’d been in my cell. The ability to wrap myself in my blanket, thin as it was, and stare into the middle distance in my room that never turned dark, curled into a foetal position on a flat mattress, felt like a luxury. The hot water erasing months of grime, dried blood, and the residue of infections long healed from my skin was a blessing. “Bucky?” My head snapped up, wet hair dripping across my forehead, mouth working wordlessly for a moment. “… Aleksi?” The hatch opened, a serving tray being placed in the space, and I scrambled to my feet in a panic. “Aleksi – is that you? You’re- Are you okay?” “Why are you in here?” he whispered, pale eyes large and concerned through the window. “What happened to the other Sergeant?” “Dead,” I replied tonelessly. I still refused to think about it – the soldier falling to his knees, the blood pooling around my feet, his last breath being used to call me a traitor – but the images came for me at night, leaving me trembling and breathless in the eternal light of my room. “… This… This was his room? The American?” “Da,” he replied, nodding. “He and the younger both. What happened?” “I did,” I answered coldly, fingers curling around my tray. I’ve been sleeping in their bed. Using their shower. All as a reward for their deaths- their murders. I think I might be sick… “Why?” “I was told to.” He nodded softly, wincing. “Because of me.” “Because of a choice I let you make,” I corrected quietly. “I could have made you leave, but I let you comfort me. That was my choice.” He opened his mouth to interrupt, but I shook my head fiercely, taking the tray and backing away. “Get out of here, Aleksi. If you’re caught talking to me, we’ll both be punished.” “Buck-” “No. Go away, Russki. We’ll survive this if you leave me alone – so do us both a favour, and don’t talk to me again.” With a resigned sigh, he closed the hatch, his eyes burning a hole in the side of my head as I sat with my knees to my chest, the tray beside me. I’m benefitting for being a killer. What other choice do I have? Why does being rewarded for this suddenly feel worse than just going back to my cell?

I expected to go several more days before I was interacted with again, left to my own devices in this room that now felt more like a new kind of torture than a comfort. I’d wished for a modicum of humanity for so long, but now that I had it, it was as a curse. It was – as far as I could tell – still the same day when a cursory knock sounded at the door before it banged against the wall. I was startled out of my mindless staring by an unknown, stiff-backed soldier marching into the room, his steel-grey eyes scanning the space in a perfunctory manner before finding me. “Sergeant Barnes? Identification 32557038?” I haven’t heard those numbers in so long. My hand instinctively sought my tags despite their long absence, and I nodded slowly. “Th-that’s me.” “Get up. We’re leaving.” “I-” He reached out to grasp my hair in his hand, dragging me to my feet as I yelped in surprise and pain. “I expect you to do what you’re told, when you’re told, soldier. No arguments, and no complaints.” His gaze found my arm – or rather, the absence of it – and his lip curled. “What the hell did that butcher do to you?” “I lost my arm falling from a train,” I replied immediately, and he nodded once, releasing his grip at last. “The fall in the Alps.” “Yes, Sir.” “We were informed. We assumed you dead.” “‘We’, Sir?” I inquired tentatively, and he met my eye with a grin. “The War is over, soldier… But HYDRA is still very much alive.”