#e:christmas

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2024.12.25 Yuchan Christmas letter

Merry Christmas Beloved Choice! Enjoy this Christmas with A.C.E, and let’s welcome the approaching 2025 well! 💓 I am writing this letter containing my heart, which always loves you. I love you! >_< -Yuchan -

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2024.12.25 Byeongkwan Christmas letter

Hello Choice 💓💓 Are you having a merry Christmas?? I was happy having this Christmas together too >_< Let’s love each other next year too! You worked hard this year as well `◡´ Let's have a year-end full of only good things 💓💓 KBK

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2024.12.25 Wow Christmas letter

Merry Christmas! Choice, let’s always be happy and healthy I Love You. As for the gift, it’s me 💓 Wow

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2024.12.25 Donghun Christmas letter

My beloved Choice, I’m grateful and happy that I am able to enjoy Christmas together with Choice every year I hope everyone has a cosy and warm Christmas Merry Christmas -DH 🤍

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2024.12.25 Junhee Christmas letter

Hello my Christmas Choice!! Christmas has come around again as always 💓 Spending this Christmas together with Choi again is really precious and I'm so grateful…💓 and I'm happy! I love you, always~ :) 💓 Merry~Christmas 💓

[ava-avery]

come christmas day

At a glance, the Avery manor had been transformed into a picturesque Christmas wonderland. The windows were permanently tinted with frost, a lovely tree had been dragged in from the surrounding grounds and decorated to perfection, and every room hosted something festive, from Christmas stars to tinsel. There was no doubt Sage Avery and the house elves had worked hard to make it look perfect. But underneath it all, it felt wrong. 

A fifth of the packages was missing from under the tree. The roasted sweet potatoes that had been his favourite had been made but was left untouched on the table. The chairs had been spread out to try and cover up the missing one but it was painfully obvious that it was too empty. No cheeky remarks on the food, or guesses on the presents that would be opened the next morning. No carols with crude lyrics instead of the real ones. No spiked eggnog and no bottle of scotch with a bow on top and note that this was her _real _present waited for her in the room. 

Sage had tried, but the house was empty. Haunted. 

Ava was curled up in Archer’s bed, one cat in her lap and one at her feet. It didn’t feel like his room anymore. Someone had tidied it up- instead of things spread wherever he had left them his last September first, everything was neatly tucked away, cleaner than it had ever been when he was alive. It didn’t feel like a room waiting for its owner to return. It was a room that had been abandoned. 

Ava felt abandoned too. 

It was after midnight now, technically Christmas Morning. It felt like so long ago that they had been children, all three of them trying to catch some sleep to make time pass quicker. The time they had shared a room, a time she could barely remember, when they had all giggled and sushed at each other until they fell asleep exhausted. It was more feelings and glimpses than solid memories but Ava remembered the glee of Christmas morning when the triplets woke each other up, practically falling out of bed in their eagerness to get to the presents. Breathlessly running to the living room, laughing as they fell over themselves. 

She would never get that feeling again. She would never sit next to two brothers, tearing through presents and thinking that this was what Christmas was about. The joy of one peaceful morning in the Avery home. Someone took that from her. 

Here, now, curled up in an abandoned room, Ava wondered about who had killed her brother. Did they get to celebrate Christmas with their family? Pull their children into their laps, laughing at terrible gifts, not knowing, not caring, that they took that from someone else? Their world moved on, uneventful. And Ava was left dreading Christmas. 

Last time she had been here, she had felt so empty, like she could choke on it. Now she just felt angry. At herself, at the world, at everyone. At having to pretend everything was okay, it was marvellous, at her family for never discussing it, at the world for being allowed to forget. 

The world moved on. Ava didn’t want to. But come Christmas morning, she would open her presents in a room that felt too empty and eat her dinner at a table that felt too large. The potatoes would be thrown, the scotch never appears. The world was relentless.

[lennoxfraser-blog]

seven devils ↠ the frasers

Nothing felt as good as coming home. Lennox missed walking through the grounds surrounding the house; he missed petting his dogs; he missed the smell of the laundry powder and the way there was silence. It’d been a long journey from Scotland to London then back to Scotland, and Lennox had left Flora at the top of the stairs and fell asleep the moment he hit his bed, but they’d been home for a full day, and he felt sufficiently recovered. His trunk remained unpacked, sitting like a constant reminder at the end of his bed, and he’d managed to kick it open to find his dress robes. They were having dinner with the Thornbrooks that night - Christmas even tradition, as it were. The Frasers gave their Christmas Eve to the Thornbrooks in exchange for having Christmas Day to themselves, for which Lennox was grateful. Holidays tended to make their mother worse, the stress and guilt making for a bad combination that would’ve spilled over had they been forced out of the house. Lennox, showered and wearing only his pants, scrubbed the towel over his head to dry his hair a little more. It was getting long, and he pushed it back off his face before pulling open the door to the bathroom that he shared with Flora, finding that she was already in there.

“Good, you’re getting ready,” Lennox said, not wanting to say that he’d feared she’d boycott the dinner entirely. The Thornbrooks were among Flora’s least favourite people, and almost every holiday season ended with some new kind of bad blood between them that Lennox desperately tried to mop up year-round. “I know I say this every year, but do you think we can just... have a nice dinner tonight?” Lennox said, half-sighing. “They’re not going to be polite and they’re not going to be loving - they’re probably going to make thinly-veiled comments about all kinds of things before telling you to find a husband. So don’t act surprised - and don’t react,” Lennox said, rubbing his hair with the towel once more before tossing it into the hamper. “Alright?” Lennox asked, looking at Flora in the reflection of the mirror, eyes looking over her face - he knew that being home was the worst time of the year, but he’d always hoped that his presence eased a little of that for her. “For me?”

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