#christmasfluff

[asteriedoo]

shumbycat fic! :D

wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/405702420?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=asteriedoo

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/76404091

summary:

Shumby and Cobble gets invited to Whisp's apartement for christmas, how would they know that it'd change their lives forever? (i am dogshit at writing summaries)

cover art for wattpad

[tomhiddlestonfanfic]

Waiting

TITLE: Waiting NUMBER OF CHAPTERS/ONE SHOT: One shot WHICH TOM CHARACTER: Actor Tom PAIRING: Tom x Reader GENRE: fluff, romance PICTURE CREDIT: @prislaa​

REQUEST: Could I please request a fluffy Tom Hiddleston x female reader at they basically just have a cute night in and watch Christmas movies and drink hot chocolate would that be alright? If not it's okay 🙂 THANK YOU!!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks for the request anonymous! I haven't really tried writing a reader insert fic before (if that's what you call it), but I love the idea and will do my very best to make it justice.

Waiting

It was freezing outside and you had had a rough day at work. You were on the verge of tears as you reached your apartment door. You put your keys in the lock, but found that the door was unlocked. Your heart skipped a beat. It couldn't be. With great anticipation you opened the apartment door and there he was. Tom. You instantly recognised his tall silhouette against the lights in the christmas tree you had bought while he had been gone. He stepped out into the hall with a bouquet of red roses in his hands and an award winning smile on his lips. 

"Welcome home, darling," he said softly, causing the tears to roll uncontrollably down your face. You walked the few steps it took to close the distance between you and collapsed into his warm embrace, not worrying the least about messing up the roses. "Are you okay, honey?" he asked concernedly and kissed the top of your head. You just cried even harder in response, tightening the hug, closing the distance between you even more. "Did something happen?" he wondered.

"I'm just glad to see you," you finally managed to say and began to laugh at your own reaction to his unexpected presence. "I didn't think you would be home for another two days."

"Me neither, but here I am," he replied happily. He smelt nice, like he had just gotten out of the shower. Once you took a step back to get a better look at him, you noticed that he was dressed up in a blue suit and tie.

"Are you going somewhere?" you asked. 

"You mean are we going somewhere," he corrected you. "I was thinking of taking you out for dinner."

You forced a smile, trying to hide how tired you really were. But as always, he was more attentive than you expected.

"Or we could just have a cozy night in and watch Christmas movies," he suggested, causing you to light up with joy. 

"Really? You don't think I'm boring if we just stay in all night?" you asked, hoping he wouldn't be disappointed about not getting to go out. 

"Not at all. The whole idea was to spend time with you. Where we spend the time doesn't really matter," he reasoned with a loving look in his blue eyes. 

"Thank you," you said gratefully, causing him to smile. 

"You don't have to say thank you for something like that, darling," he told you gently and caressed your cool cheek with his hand. You instinctively leaned into his warm, gentle touch and smiled. "How about I make us some hot chocolate, you're ice cold," he suggested. "And I'll put these in a vase for you," he said, holding up the roses with his free hand. 

"Thank you. I really love them," you said and leaned in to smell one of the grand roses. They smelled sweet, almost like raspberries. "They smell nice."

"So do you," Tom said with a wink. You laughed, shaking your head at him.

"I don't feel so fresh. I think I'll take a quick shower," you said. 

"Alright then, I'll set everything up so you can just take it easy," he told you cheerfully. 

"Thanks darling."

After a quick shower, you got into a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a loose fitting t-shirt before joining Tom in the living room. The vase of roses was sitting on the couch table along with two steaming cups of hot chocolate and snacks. 

"I can make you something to eat if you want. Or we could order something," Tom suggested, as always concerned about your needs. 

"We could order something later," you said, not really feeling hungry. "Right now, I just want to cuddle with you." 

"Sounds good to me," Tom said with a grin and lifted the blanket to let you in underneath it. He too had changed into sweatpants and a white t-shirt. It was tight fitting, showing off his lean body and you couldn't help but touch his abs as you snuggled up against his warm body. You smiled innocently as you looked up at him. He looked at you with desire as he leaned in to kiss you heatedly. You returned the kiss, but didn't deepen it. You didn't feel like taking that step just yet, right now, you just wanted to cuddle and nothing more. Attentive as he was, he grabbed the TV remote and put on a movie. "I don't think I've seen this one before, have you?" he asked. 

You shook your head in response and picked up the cup of hot chocolate he made for you. Your eyes met as you simultaneously drank from your cups. Tom snickered at the sight of whipped cream on your upper lip. 

" You've got something there," he said helpfully and wiped away the cream with his thumb, pausing with it in front of your mouth. You playfully suck the whipped cream from his thumb before sitting back down in the couch as though nothing just happened. He smirked at you, knowing you were teasing him on purpose. At the same time, he seemed aware that you weren't really feeling up to having sex with him. The tension between you was a bit of a thrill, and you wanted to hold on to that just a bit longer. The best part was that he didn't only seem fine with it, he seemed to share your excitement about waiting. 

"This is nice," you commented, causing him to smile warmly at you. 

"This is nice," he agreed and wrapped his strong arms around you as you leaned back on the couch to watch the Christmas movie together.

[coffeecomicsgalore]

25 Days of Adrien (+ 6 of Marinette)

Marinette and Adrien go out and build a.... fireplace?

Part of the MLHolidays2k19 Prompts

AO3

Chapter 3 – Fireplace

The weather was cold and the snow was falling outside. School was let out early due to the impending storm, which allowed Adrien and Marinette to hang out a little longer than usual. Lunch with the Dupain-Chengs was as great as always - full of love and sweet laughter - something Adrien enjoyed more than he believed he should. Conversations filled the air with Christmas topics.

“Adrien, what is one thing you want for Christmas?” Sabine questioned.

Adrien looked down at his hands. No one really asked him that question before, at least not since... he didn’t want to think of that right now. He bit his lip a bit, his mind reeling at the thousands of possibilities he could want. His family was rich. He could afford whatever he wanted. His father bought him everything that he thought Adrien could want. All to fill the unpleasant void and uncomfortable silence between the two remaining family members.

His mouth twisted into a contorted frown. “Would it be sad to say all I really want is a loving family to just love me back?”  

Sabine and Tom looked at each other with sheer sadness. “Oh honey, I know it may not be the same, but you are family to us.” Sabine reached over to him and embraced him in a warm hug. “We love you, dear. Always remember that.”

Marinette walked over to him; her heart aching with sadness. A man as loving as him deserved so much more than what he currently had. She knew damn well that he was so loved, even if it wasn’t from that man he called “father”.  

As soon as Sabine let him go from her embrace, Marinette grabbed Adrien’s hand and placed her free hand to his cheek. “Seriously, I love you.” She kissed his cheek. “We all do.”  

All he could do was look up at her through his tousled bangs, a slight painful, but yet warm smirk ran upon his lips. “I know.” He whispered. “I love you all too.”

Once the kitchen was cleaned, her maman shooed them up to Marinette’s room to enjoy their remaining time together before he was forced to leave. Because really, if he could, he would stay here until he married her.

Marinette and Adrien were wrapped in a warm blanket, enjoying the sweet cuddles as they watched some silly cat videos on her bed. If it made Adrien happy, she would watch these silly videos forever just to see his smile and carefree laughter.

After a few too many videos, an ad for some card company plays. It was a family in the middle of decorating the mantel with the fireplace lit up with a warm ember. He looks at the ad with a somber expression. “I’ve never decorated a fireplace before.”

“I haven’t either. We don’t have one here for us to decorate.” Marinette said while staring at the ad.  

“We have one, but it’s in Father’s office, so we just never decorated it.” Adrien shrugged.

Marinette chewed her lip a bit before her eyes flicked wide with a sly thought. She got up and ran down her ladder, looking for the necessary supplies she needed to start her plan.

Adrien, confused as ever, propped up on his elbow, questioning the quick movements his girlfriend was doing. He knew she had a plan, but this time he could not figure out what it was.  

He heads down the ladder to watch her. “What are you doing, Marinette?”  

Without turning around she states nonchalantly, “I’m getting supplies.” She opens up her sketch book, quickly designing the 3D version of specifications for the build. As she finished the sketch, she turns to show him the design. “We are building ourselves a fireplace!”

Adrien cocked his head to the side. “We are what?” he deadpanned.  

“Listen silly.” She giggled. “Neither of us have ever decorated a fireplace before. I’m gathering boxes and paper and paint and we are making a pretend fireplace!” She moved her chaise out of the way to make room for the boxes.

Adrien’s mind was moving quickly between emotions. From shocked that she was doing this, to expected that she would attempt to do this, to adoring his girlfriend for doing this for him, for them – he didn’t know which way to go. But his smile reached his ears in a wide grin before he could figure those sweet emotions. He quickly dove to the floor beside her, waiting for her commands.

Before they knew it, the cardboard boxes were quickly forming into the fireplace design. She handed him paints to start painting the makeshift brick façade, not caring how messed up the lines would be. All she cared about was that they were having fun and doing it together. She moved over to her desk to design and cut out a pretend fire, soon painting it and allowing it to dry.

When Adrien was done, she asked him to start making pretend stockings with construction paper. He finished the designs with both their names written on the collar of the stocking.

They must have been at it for hours when Marinette’s papa knocked on the hatch bringing in pastries to hold them over. “Wow, look at this Sabine!” Tom called out.  

Sabine walked up the stairs to see the almost completed project. “Oh, isn’t that lovely!”

Adrien looked over to them and smiled at the praises of their hard work. Marinette agreed that Adrien did a great job working on the painting of the brick and showed them the stockings he had put together.

“You have an eye for design, Adrien.” Tom praised with a wink.

“Thank you” he said coyly as he rubbed his neck.

When the paint was dry, Tom and Adrien brought the makeshift fireplace down to the living area to the wall beside the television. Marinette stayed in her room just a little bit longer creating stockings for her parents to place on the mantel.  

Sabine was working in the kitchen, making some homemade hot chocolate for them all to enjoy together. They all sat on the couch, marveling at the design, pretending they were enjoying the warmth from the pretend flames.  

Conversations continued, laughter ensued, all to be interrupted by a ringing in Adrien’s pocket. All too soon, he had to leave.

As Marinette walked him out the door, he hugged her tightly, kissing her cheek, then to her other cheek, her forward, down to her nose, and ending it with a lingering kiss to her lips. “You are seriously the best girlfriend I could ever ask for, Marinette. I love you.”

She wrapped her fingers in his hair, looking ever so sweetly into his eyes. “And you deserve the world, Adrien.” She tiptoed up to reach his lips, kissing him once, twice, three times before saying back: “I love you too.”

[allihaveismywits]

This is my @hannibalholiday gift for my giftee @vulcanplomeeksoup. I wrote a fanfic for the art too, “My Secret sadistic Santa” at http://archiveofourown.org/works/13145145

Hope you enjoy it and Merry Christmas!

[katieamazeballs]

Truest truth I’ve seen this month. #christmasfluff

[vino-amore]

Here’s my new romantic holiday story. Featuring Rodolphus Lestrange/Hermione Rabastan Lestrange/Rosalie Anberlin (OC)

Can be found on FF & AO3

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12685137/1/A-Magical-White-Christmas

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12336876

[dramione84]

The 12 Days of Christmas Chapter 12: The Twelfth Day of Christmas

A soft smile ghosted Hermione’s lips as her eyes fluttered open.  Throwing the covers off, she slipped out of bed, padding into the bathroom to take a quick shower.  Dressed, she left the bedroom, closing the door softly behind her.  Footfalls light, she hurried down to the library, trying to suppress the childlike excitement and the little flutter she felt in her heart as she pushed the door open, her gaze drifting to the desk.  

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[tomhiddlestonfanfic]

A Different Christmas

CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: One shot WHICH TOM CHARACTER: Actor Tom PAIRING: Tom Hiddleston/Reader GENRE: Romance AUTHOR’S NOTE: Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Thanks for reading!

A Different Christmas

2020 was a strange and difficult year due to the outbreak of Covid-19. With the social distancing directives, you had never been as isolated from your family and friends as you were now. Because of the virus, you and your family had agreed that this Christmas would have to be different than all the others. So it happened that for the first time you were going to spend Christmas all alone. Well, not completely alone. Your neighbour's dog Bobby was there with you. You loved your furry friend and gladly spent the holidays in his company. But you did miss the human contact.

Since you were going to be alone anyway, you didn’t bother to make any Christmas dinner. You made sure to buy Bobby a meat bone and wrap it in Christmas paper, and of course he had to have a new toy as well. You bought him a stuffed Santa, it was very ugly but you were certain he would love it anyway.

When you had just come back from a walk with Bobby and was about to get started on your not so christmassy dinner, the doorbell rang. It was Bobby’s owner, your neighbour Tom. The painfully handsome and incredibly nice, successful actor who had starstruck you the first time you met. You had become friends through your mutual love for dogs. You had always wanted a dog, but your dad had been allergic and now you had work getting in the way, so you were always more than happy to spend time with Bobby whenever you got the chance.

“Oh, look Bobby! Daddy’s here!” you told your four legged friend excitedly and he came running towards you with his tail wagging. Oh, how you loved the sound of his little paws against your floor as he ran. You were going to miss it. Then you blushed slightly as you realised that you had just referred to Tom as ‘daddy’. He smiled warmly at you as he bent down to pet Bobby.

“Thank you for having him,” Tom said appreciatively.

“Oh, trust me. The pleasure is all mine. Without him, I would have been alone all Christmas,” you told him.

“You’ve been alone all day?” Tom asked, surprisedly raising his eyebrows at you. “That’s unacceptable, it’s Christmas. Have you had dinner yet?”

“No, I was just about to make some,” you told him.

“Well, I’ve got tons of leftover Christmas food that my mother sent home with me. How about coming over to my place for dinner?” Tom offered.

“That’s incredibly nice of you, Tom. Are you sure?” you asked him.

“Of course I’m sure,” Tom told you smilingly. “Come on. I’ve got a Christmas gift for you, but I forgot it at home.”

“Oh, you really didn’t have to,” you said blushingly. “I actually have something for you too. It’s from me and Bobby, mostly Bobby actually.”

You had made Tom a gift you thought he might like. You had ordered a mug with a photograph of him and Bobby together that you had taken a while back. It had the text ‘World’s Best Dad’ on it and a print of Bobby’s paw, which you had used a photo of his paw to make.

“Really?” Tom asked surprisedly, looking intrigued. “I’m really excited to see what it is.”

You smiled in response before getting his and Bobby’s Christmas gifts to bring with you to his place. You had been there a couple of times before and really liked the atmosphere there, it was neat and homey at the same time.

You and Tom had leftover Christmas dinner together and shared a bottle of fine wine. You could feel your cheeks grow warm, but wasn’t sure whether it was the effect of the alcohol or merely Tom’s presence. He often made you flustered, seemingly effortlessly.

When it was time to exchange Christmas gifts, you both smiled at each other while Bobby was running around your legs excitedly. You threw his brand new stuffed santa for him and he soon came back with it, wagging his tail.

“He loves it,” Tom told you happily and leaned in to whisper in your ear, so Bobby wouldn’t hear. “But it’s a bit ugly, isn’t it?” You laughed at his comment.

“How superficial of you,” you playfully admonished him. “At least Bobby sees him for what’s on the inside.”

“Cotton? I’m sure he does,” Tom laughed. “Go on, open your gift.”

“Open yours first,” you told him.

“Let’s open them at the same time,” Tom suggested and you agreed.

As you unwrapped your gift and realised that it was in a box with the exact same size as the box you had just handed to Tom, your heart skipped a beat. It couldn’t be. But it was! You felt tears fill your eyes as you saw the picture on the mug of you and Bobby and the text ‘World’s Best Dog Sitter’ on it. It was the sweetest gift you had ever received. You looked up at Tom to thank him and noticed that he too was staring at his gift with watery eyes.

“I love it,” Tom told you and brought you into a hug.

“I love it too,” you replied as you hugged him back hard. “More than you can imagine.”

“I’m so glad to hear,” Tom replied. You parted from the hug and both admired your gifts for a moment when the central figure of the evening reappeared with the ugly santa in his mouth. You both knelt down to pet him. Bobby was wagging his tail from excitement and looked at the two of you expectantly. Tom grabbed the toy that Bobby had put on the floor in front of you and threw it across the room. As you both turned back from looking at him run, your faces were just centimetres away from each other.

“We’re not so good at keeping a distance, are we?” you joked blushingly as he looked you in the eyes. He smiled at you and you at him.

“I suppose we’re not,” he agreed, but made no effort to move away from you. You could feel the smell of his cologne and felt a shrill of excitement run down your spine. “Since the damage has probably already been done,” he added and leaned in to kiss you. You deepened the kiss as you shut your eyes and put your arms around his neck. He tasted of the wine you had just had and you absolutely loved it. Before you could go full makeout session, there was a playful bark coming from right next to you. You and Tom instantly parted from each other and looked at the playful Bobby. “How about a Christmas walk in the park?” Tom suggested.

“‘I would love to,” you replied with a smile. It had been a very different Christmas this year, but thanks to Tom and Bobby, it had been different in the best way possible.