#december fics

[lemoncakesandwine]

A precious gift - Kermit Tully x Reader

Memories - Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Silent night - Arthur Dayne x Vaesella Targaryen

Mistletoe - Benjicot Blackwood x Reader

Home for Christmas (modern AU only) - Aelor Targaryen (OC) x Princess Elia Martell (writer's choice)

[hailhailsatan]

A few of my lovely wee mutuals got a visit from a wee fairy on anon today who asked about their fav fics >.<

Anyway... entirely unrelated to that, here's a wee christmas meet-cute I wrote with Geralt and Jaskier.

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"That's Kindly"

Jaskier is decorating the Christmas tree and teases his boyfriend Geralt about how they met. Fluffy meet-cute modern fic where Geralt and Jaskier meet ordering coffee and Geralt keeps getting flustered and saying the wrong thing.

Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Christmas Fluff, First Meetings, Meet-Cute, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting.

prompt I used the wee fairy gave me. ---

@gendersucksstartaband

<3

[rosesflowingthroughthewind]

‘i wish i were heather’

NOTE: NONE OF THE CHARACTERS NOR THE STORY ARE TRYING TO BE BASED AROUND REAL PEOPLE OR EVENTS. I understand the song is partially true to the artist’s real high school life, but this story is meant to be all fiction.

Fic inspired by Conan Gray’s “Heather”, all rights to the song are from Conan, and I only own my OC

note: guys I meant to have this out yesterday for the 3rd of December but LIFE decided to get in my way, so here it is, a day late ( ◠‿◠ )

Also, happy birthday tomorrow Conan Gray!!

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God, he was gorgeous. Why the hell did he have to be passed down those perfect, doe blue-gray eyes, that ever-so-wavy light brown hair that was probably just so soft. The tall boy had a smooth face with a sophisticated jawline and sweet smile. Fucking Danes with their amazing fucking genes. Conan had told himself a million times to stop hanging out with Miles, it was just going to hurt him more every time he remembered it was never going to happen. Miles had only shown attraction to girls before. Just girls.

But, Conan being Conan, there he was, sitting on Miles’ bed covered with his signature Mario Kart sheets he had claimed to have since he was 10. Conan took another bite of the cherry danish Miles’ mother, Astrid, had made them (which, from a history lesson the woman had taught him, first originated from Austrians who eventually introduced the now-called Danish pastry to Denmark).

Conan looked at Miles, who was currently sorting through a pile of clothes to keep or give away, which was supposed to be a quick stop before they went to the book and record store on Main Street and lunch (which Conan had to keep reminding himself, wasn’t a date).

“Jeez, how many clothes do you have?”

“I’m almost done, no need to throw a fit”, Miles chuckled.

“I am not throwing a fit!” the other boy whined.

“Sure, sure, whatever helps you sleep at night”

You help me sleep at night, Conan thought silently.

His thoughts were interrupted when he caught sight of Miles raising a dark green crewneck sweater, making sure it was in a decent condition to give away. It might’ve been the plainest piece of clothing he’d ever seen, but at least it was a nice color and looked cozy.

“Hey Cone, what size do you wear again?” Miles asked.

“Umm… like a small or medium, why?”

Miles tossed Conan the sweater, who was surprised at the suddenness but took it.

“I like it, but it’s far too small,” Miles explained. “Plus, it’ll look better on you than me. I think green is probably your color. But, god, you still wear a small? I forgot how tiny you were.”

Conan blushed hard at the compliment, but felt self-conscious from the playful tease Miles made from his size.

He knew the boy meant no harm, but Conan would be seventeen that coming Monday (just two days away) and he was scrawny with a height of 5’7”. Miles was nearly three months younger and was 5’11” (and a half, mind you).

He was endlessly bothered about his small build and height. However, he knew and was constantly reminded by his best friend Emilie (who was unsuccessfully trying to help), that it was mostly genetics. That didn’t change the fact he was still trying to find a cure to his, as Miles called it, “tinyness”.

Miles however, with both parents and all ancestors from Denmark, had inherited a tall physique. A little lanky, but he was strong enough to defend himself, unlike Conan. The smaller boy couldn’t help but feel jealous. And maybe a little mesmerized.

Breaking out of his thoughts, Conan realized something. “Wait, these are going to Goodwill. Don’t just give it to me. I mean, thank you, but I really can’t.”

“Don’t be silly, I have two whole bags full right here. Plus, it’s still freezing out, you’re wearing a t-shirt, and you only have a thin zip-up,” Miles said, making Conan realized how ill-prepared he was. “Take it,” Conan gave Miles a look when he said this. “Please,” he almost sounded sad.

Unwanting to cause such a feeling in the boy, Conan slipped on the sweater without another word. Quickly though, he took it off to check the material. His mother was allergic to cotton, and every now and then she’d do his laundry for him.

100% polyester. Score. He would have hated to give it away. Especially since it was from him.

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how did you guys like it?? if you have any suggestions please share them because i’m a new fanfic writer and i would love to hear!!

-rosie ♡

[ms-trash-panda]

And that's a wrap! From the 27th to the 30h of December I have a set of Dead Dove fics and taboo relationship fics lined up for posting. Enjoy your holidays, and have a virtual hug from me if it's not turning out the way you hoped it would be. Cheers!

Minors DNI/🔞

Christmas fic requests:

12th December – Aegon the Conqueror x Fem. Reader: Gift giving/part 1

13th December – Aemon the Dragonknight x Fem. Reader: The first snowfall

14th December – Balerion (the deity) x Fem. Reader: Gift giving/part 2

15th December – Modern! Beleg x Fem. Reader: Christmas morning breakfast

16th December – Modern! Celebrimbor x Reader: Secret Santa

17th December – Elrond x Fem. Reader: Snowball fight

18th December – Modern! Eönwë x Modern! Tulkas: Mistletoe

19th December – Fëanor x Fem. Reader : Twas the night before Christmas

20th December – Modern! Fingon x Reader: Hot chocolate and marshmallows

21st December – Glorfindel x Ecthelion: Winter Solstice

22ndDecember – Modern! Mairon x Fem. Reader: Baking

23rd December – Modern! Thranduil x Reader: Snowman

Winter Prompts for the @ainursecretsanta side event, and inspired by these prompts created by @cilil

12th December – Candles and light: Varda x Uinen

13th December – Decorating: Tevildo x Thû

14th December – Gift giving: Makar x Meássë

15th December – Hope: Estë x Elrond | Elrond x Celebrian

16th December – Letters and cards: Eönwë x Arien

17th December – Memories: Medieval! Melkor x Medieval! Manwë

18th December – Mistletoe: Aulë x Yavanna

19th December – Regrets and resolutions: Maedhros x Tulkas

20th December – Reindeer and sleighs: Vána x Nessa

21st December – Songs and carols: Gothmog and the Balrogs

23rd December – Ugly sweaters: Modern! Námo x Modern! Vairë

Whimsy's Christmas pick-a-gift special

[phantomwritr]

December Fics!

ANNOUNCEMENT!

As December is nearly upon us and the 2022 F1 season has come to a close, I wanted to share some very exciting news with y'all.

I have decided to post several #4433 (maybe, or maybe not interconnecting) one-shots during the month of December, along with my (semi-)regular updates of Love On Tyres!

The 1st one-shot is scheduled for the 1st of December, and will be titled Back to December.

I will list the one-shots as I go along, and will edit this post to include titles and release dates when I can. I will also make a separate list with all my fics/one-shots later this week or next week.

Much love and have a great day/evening/night,

PW.

TITLES/RELEASE DATES:

Back to December, 01/12/2022

To be continued...

[tetsuuji]

December 15th: Snow Storm

Pairing: Diluc x gn!Reader

Style: Scenario; Angst to Comfort

Word Count: 645

Warnings: Shouting, Mature language

Notes: I have been neglecting Diluc so much, even though I love that red hair guy so much. Almost half way there throughout the month! (Why no one told me writing for 30 days straight will be hard?) Please ignore the fact this is posted after midnight; my disorientated self forgot about the time.

  A sharp blizzard started to rise around Mondstadt, keeping everyone locked inside their houses. The icy wind was breaking tree branches, snow freezing the ground while piling up. Diluc let out an irritated sigh, knowing well the weather would take his winery business a few days back. He already needed to cancel shipments and deliveries that were scheduled upfront, but the blizzard made it even worse. Leaning back in his chair, Diluc covered his face, hissing inside his hand. He hated this feeling; not because he could not make money, but because he would not be able to do his job in time. 

The soft creak came of his office doors that disrupted his thoughts, making him turn his head to its way. Name peeped their head to check on Diluc, spotting resentment in his crimson eyes right away. They tried to smile at him as they stepped inside the room, closing the door behind them. Name felt negative tensions that were forming around his figure, almost making them the question was it right to visit him in the first place. Diluc noticed small signs of insecurity in their walk as Name moved closer to him. Although glad they wanted to comfort him at that time, he really wished they waited a bit longer. Messed up thoughts in his head did not feel right to share with Name, they did not deserve their mood ending up spoiled. 

“Now it is not the time, Name”, he lowered his voice, looking back at the papers at his desk. They decided to ignore him, moving dexterously under his arm to sit at Diluc’s lap. A quiet sigh left his mouth, ignoring the action itself. Why are they so stubborn, Diluc thought reading through a paper in front of him.

“You seem off, so I thought you need company. I’ll be quiet, I promise”, Name said looking at Diluc’s profile. His eyes narrowed a bit, while his iris shrank down. If there was not for all those problems occupying his mind, Diluc would appreciate this moment more, but he genuinely could not. A strange sort of rage filled inside of him, causing the pen between his fingers to break. 

“My business is suffering because of this damn blizzard outside and I cannot do anything about it! It is infuriating me!” Red vision lying on his hip started to shine as his voice rose up. Nervous tingles rushed through Name’s spine, making her swallow the lump inside their throat. They never saw this fiery side of Diluc, at least not to that extent. He kept shouting curses, not lifting his eyes off the desk, as his hand started to shake squeezing the broken pen. Name pushed their lips together, taking a small breath beforehand. A little bit of courage made them cup his cheeks, turning Diluc’s head towards them, connecting the eyes of two together. 

“This is not you, dear. This is fuming rage inside you and I do not like it.” A serious tone darted Diluc’s stomach. “You cannot run your business properly, yes, but for archon's sake, Diluc! Weather like this cannot be helped.” Sparks inside Diluc’s eyes started to die out, along with the grip he was holding the pen. Little scars formed on the inner side of his palm

“I am really sorry you had to witness this, Name. I did not mean to scare you.” His words sounded, and were, sincere. Name felt proud of themselves to have enough influence to calm Diluc down. Part of them grinned inside winningly, as Diluc looked down at Name’s hands, feeling a bit ashamed. At least he felt more at peace than he was that afternoon.

“I hate snow”, Diluc murmured at his chin, making Name giggle innocently, as they closed their eyes and wrapped hands around his neck. 

“That is why you do not have cryo powers.”

[angstalottle]

He’s Squishy

@causeimanartist man this took a while lol

Funny thing about Batman is that when you first meet him everyone just kinda assumes he's ‘something’.

No one is quite sure what but there is an agreement amongst all the heroes and villains that interact with him that Batman must be more than human, after all, he can be thrown off a roof and be up and about the next day.

When Clark and Diana first started getting close to Bruce they hoped he would open up about what it was that made him so special.

Afterall Clark was always happy to answer any questions on being an alien and Diana never shut up about her home amongst the Amazons. Yet despite talking about detective work and science he never told them what he was and honestly, as more time passes the more it began to hurt.

“Do you think maybe… he doesn't trust us?” Clark asked nervously while Bruce was in the other room preparing a bowl of popcorn for their movie night. It had been a challenge to get him to say yes until they mentioned they were planning to work their way through the Sherlock Holmes movies.

He said yes very quickly after that.

“Bruce is complicated and as much as I hate it he's damaged, for all we know whatever reason he has his abilities is tied to his past trauma.” Diana sighed stretching out on the couch giving her poor legs a break before Bruce returned to fill up the now empty middle space “maybe he will tell us one day maybe he won't We can't let it change anything between us.”

Clark nodded solemnly “I know. It just feels like all this progress we made with him doesn't really mean anything if he won't tell us something like this. If we didn't figure out who he really is for all we know he would never have told us and then maybe we would never have become so…”

“Close?” Diana finished for him. She hated to admit it but the same nagging doubt had been at the back of her mind. “He cares about us as much as we do him. We have to trust that.”

“Trust what?” Bruce asked walking in carrying a large bowl of popcorn that was likely the work of Alfred judging from the lack of burnt chunks peppering the food.

“Nothing. Nothing it's fine” Diana said quickly wanting to avoid the topic and not ruin their nice evening but it seemed like Clark decided enough was enough.

“Bruce be honest you trust us right?”

Bruce looked stunned for a moment, setting down the popcorn on the table in front of them “Of course I do, what kind of question is that?”

“it's the kind that comes up when you've been keeping secrets from us since we met. Bruce, why have you never told us what you really are?” Clark continued.

For a moment the two believed they had made the right decision up until the colour drained from Bruce’s face and he began to have a panic attack.

It was nothing short of terrifying watching a man who had stared down Darkside and threatened to blow up his entire freaking planet on a bluff begin to crumble in on himself.

Super speed meant Clark got to him first but he just fluttered around in worry not sure what to do.

Diana however gently pushed him to the side and took hold of Bruce’s shoulders.

“Copy my breathing Bruce. In and out. In and out.”

It took a few minutes before those awful gasping breaths turned into more steady be it still a little shaky ones.

Eventually, though Bruce let out a slow steady breath and gently pulled away from Diana. “I never really lied to you guys. I just assumed since I had the surgery that it wouldn't matter or that it wouldn't matter to you in the first place. I'm sorry I wasn't upfront with the fact I'm trans I just-”

“That you what?” Clark asked in confusion.

“The fact that I was born a woman I assumed that's what all this is about.”

And just like that Clark looked back on his poor choice of words and began to feel very guilty “What no Bruce that never meant anything to us i didn't even know.”

“Me either but the sex one is born as means nothing in my home i assumed the same was here, Clark was simply referring to the mysterious nature of your powers.”

Bruce stared at them for a moment before he began to laugh.

Even after all this time, it was still a sound that left the two heroes weak at the knees no matter the situation but they managed to snap out of it in time to ask the important questions.

“What's so funny?” Diana crossed her arms glancing at Clark just in case there was a joke she was missing. He, however, looked as confused as she was.

“I don't have any powers I'm just a normal human. Did you two really think I was a meta all this time?”

“I honestly thought you were a vampire or something.” Clark coughed awkwardly.

“I believe some kind of healing magic or ability,” Diana added.

This, of course, sparked another fit of laughed that was only stopped by the pair each grabbing a hand and pulling him onto the couch.

“Sorry it's just well i assumed you knew.” Bruce snorted.

“If we knew you were squishy do you think we would have let you pull half the shit you do?!” Clark asked thinking back on the amount of times he had seen Brucheadfirst first into the fire to save the day.

Diana began to dwell on all the training sessions where she failed to hold back, how she could have easily punched a hold through him.

Either way the two of them were very much freaking out.

“You still fight someone with Kryptonite how's that any different?” Bruce asked raising an eyebrow.

“Because that stuff hard to get hold of, you can get a knife from Walmart.” Clark exclaimed “wait all those times you'd been hurt but turned up to the watchtower the next day you were still hurt.?”

“You were hit by a bus yesterday and you seem fine.” Diana’s eyes narrowed catching onto what Clark was saying.

Without any warning she lifted up his shirt to reveal a patchwork of scars and bruises of varying ages decorating his skin.

“BRUCE! You shouldn't have patrolled with this.” Clark hissed x-raying his chest and finding a couple set broken ribs as well.

“ What else would i have done?” Bruce rolled his eyes going to stand up but instead was pulled into a hug by the pair.

“We care about you! Please don't make us lose you.” Diana said softly as Clark nodded.

Bruce sighed realising things from this point on we're going to be different if he liked it or not.

In all honesty it wasn't too bad, the league did notice Batman being tailed by Superman and Wonder Woman a lot more often.

The biggest difference was that it seemed like Batman had lost his healing ability, any time he was hurt on missions we would take time off to go to the medical wing and actually recover.

Those with powers felt sorry for him, while Alfred was already planning the wedding as to keep his idiot of a son with those that finally made him look after himself.

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