#festive fluff

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Im posting this new version on it’s own too cuz i love it sm

[uncertainwallflower]

CHRISTMAS KISSES (one-shot) Rating: T

James chuckled as he spun her into the middle of the room. His hands found their way to the small of her back while hers worked their way up to his neck. They swayed to the music, slightly offbeat, occasionally trodding on one another's toes. 

AO3 WATTPAD 

[silverhallow]

🎄Christmas at Aubrey Hall 🎄

pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett

summary: Christmas 1824 at Aubrey Hall. A follow on from Reflections and In Sickness and In Health. A little drabble of the start of the first Christmas as a 6, with the rest of the Bridgerton’s around

Word count: 1915

Written for @missbridgerton20

It had only been 6 weeks since Benedict’s world had nearly been ripped apart, that his wife had gone into labour early that Sophie had declared she was determined she was going to Aubrey Hall for Christmas, as had been their family tradition for the last 7 years.

“But we weren’t going to go this year!” Benedict had tried to argue after Sophie had informed him of this after the Doctor had seen her and once again had said that she was recovering very well, remarkably well and that she was now allowed back up on her feet.

“Yes because everyone was coming here since I was supposed to due next week, but everyone, including Fran, who has some sort of surprise for everyone, are now going to Aubrey Hall, and there is no way that i’m letting the boys miss out of a christmas with all their cousins, Eloise and Phillip are going with the twins, so they’d be the only ones left out” Sophie had replied stubbornly.

It had been the ongoing argument for three weeks and Benedict had only acquiesced after he’d made her seen 5 different doctors over the next few weeks and even up to the morning of their departure, he had made her seen different medical examiners and when each and every single one had proclaimed that provided they took it carefully, allowed for extra time to travel, she was fine to travel.

They took an extra day to travel with their new born daughter but by the time Sophie and her family had arrived at Aubrey Hall, she was at her wits end. Charlie and Alex had not stopped talking, Will who’d barely left her side for the last few weeks had kicked her several times in his sleep before then squirming on her lap because he was excited to see Lottie.

Violet had been the only person in the carriage not to give Sophie a headache, other than when she wanted feeding she’d slept on her father and had wanted to be with him more than her mother.

But Benedict had driven her up the wall on their journey, he’d tried to get two more doctors to check her out in each of the inn’s that they had stopped at and she was beyond angry at him.

She wouldn’t put herself in harm's way if she hadn’t felt up to it, she felt fine, she knew her body, yes some of it was sore still and William kicking her didn’t help but she felt fine, she knew a few weeks with their family would be the medicine they all needed.

When they’d pulled up outside of Aubrey Hall it had been carnage with small children everywhere, William trying to swan dive out of the carriage to see Lottie who was screeching excitedly for him and then the older boys all just chattering excitedly over the top of one another.

It had not been the calm entrance she’d been hoping for and her patience was wearing thing and Anthony’s coddling whilst she was being hugged by her niece and nephew’s had done nothing to calm her down.

She’d snapped at everyone, taken Violet from Kate and proceeded straight into the house, walking in there like she was the Viscountess rather than Kate, her head held high determined that she was not showing any sign of the exhaustion she felt as she heard the excited chattering of the children behind her as she made her way to the nursery to feed Violet.

It had taken Kate reminding her how close she’d come to dying, not once but twice giving birth to Violet and how terrified Benedict had been and that he was just being concerned out of love rather than annoyance that Sophie had decided to forgive him, on the condition that he backed off with the mollycoddling, and included Anthony in it because she knew that Benedict would just get Anthony involved and as the head of the family and the closest thing Sophie had to an older brother he would have taken up the mantle as well as Benedict would have.

It had been agreed in Anthony’s study that as long as she didn’t over exert herself and say if she was feeling unwell, that they would both keep their coddling to a minimum.

Sophie had been subject to a fair bit of coddling from the rest of the Bridgerton’s as they arrived in turn, the news of Sophie’s traumatic birth had clearly made it’s way through the family, not that Sophie was surprised, and even Hyacinth had been making sure Sophie was wrapped up, given the seat closest to the fire and Gregory and Colin had made sure Sophie was at least offered the last piece of Shortbread or whatever treat they were having at that time.

It was only when Francesca arrived that the attention seemed to be diverted away from Sophie, and lord was she pleased for it.

When Francesca had stepped out of the carriage with a sly smirk on her family as she looked around and said “I’ve got a surprise for you all…” before moving out of the way “let me introduce you to my husband…”

And Michael Stirling stepped out of the carriage, it had turned into bedlam, Colin had let out a cheer of joy, having hoped that his sending Michael up to Scotland after his sister would result in this, confusion from Anthony and Benedict who’d had no inclination as to an attachment between them, to him then proceeding to charm their mother, then their sister’s then their wives who giggled like school girls… it had been a major shock to the system.

The only thing that made it worse was baby Violet seemed to be rather taken with the Merry Rake as she’d been introduced to the last of her aunts and her last uncle. She’d screamed whenever she’d been passed around the Bridgerton’s, fussed and not been happy til she was back in either her mother or preferably her father’s arms but the moment she had been handed to Michael, he’d put a thumb on her cheek and with a soothing shhhh, she’d settled, almost instantly, grabbing onto the thumb and refusing to let go for nearly two hours.

Benedict had been most put out.

Sophie had chuckled “now you see how I feel” she’d whispered to him when they’d sat down for their luncheon and Violet had refused to let go of her uncle’s finger.

After all the initial drama’s and shocks, it settled into routine and by Christmas eve, Sophie was feeling more refreshed than she could have hoped for.

William had stopped clinging to her skirts and was running around with the rest of his cousins and could happily go all day without seeing his Mama. Alex was surprisingly behaving himself, or at least behaving himself to his standards, there had been a few pranks with Oliver and Neddy being the joint perpetrators, and Amanda, Amelia and Belinda being on the receiving end of it but it had been quite harmless.

The morning snowball fight had seen the boys thoroughly trounced by their female cousins and sister and it had taken sweets from their grandmama to calm them down and stop it turning into a full out war.

By the time Sophie was dressing for bed that evening, she felt at complete peace with the world.

Benedict had managed to get some painting in thanks to the free time he found he was able to have with Violet being more than happy to be attached to her Uncle and whilst he was fuming with it, he was pleased to have the time to paint.

“I honestly don’t get it, why she’s so obsessed with him” Benedict had said after Michael had been the one to take Violet to the nursery that evening.

“He’s different and new is all, and he isn’t a Bridgerton” Sophie said from behind her changing screen

“So is Simon and she’s not obsessed with him” Benedict argued

“No but Simon’s been around the Bridgerton’s a lot more, he’s practically a Bridgerton save for the surname, and lets be honest, if he could change it he would… but I don’t know, perhaps he just smells comforting. She will still always be your little Princess darling, it’s not like Mike and Fran are going to steal her and run off to Scotland with her” Sophie argued

“I know but i’m her papa!”

“And you’ll always be her Papa, nothing is going to change that. It is still you that comforts her, it’s you that is going to teach her to paint and all the other wonderful things you’ve taught our boys… but are you going to spend the entire of this evening complaining about Michael, or can I give you an early Christmas Present?” Sophie asked, peering at him from behind the changing screen.

“Well… I guess it would be rather rude of me to continue to waste our child-free time…” he said, putting down the piece of paper he’d been sketching on.

Sophie giggled “well, part of the reason I refused to let you in the room with the doctor before we came up here was because I wanted him to see how I'd healed, you… know… erm… down there… it’s been 12 weeks and i’d been hoping that i’d be… well healed… and well he said I was nearly there and to give it a few more weeks so…” she said stammering a little, she felt a bit self-conscious but she knew Benedict didn’t care about how she looked, he loved her no matter what and she’d missed her husband.

She’d seen the way his eyes lingered on her, she knew he had been waiting and like with the boys he’d never push her into anything, never make her do anything that she wasn’t ready for but tonight she was ready.

She could see Benedict sitting up straighter in bed, his eyes going darker in the light of their candles and she saw the hope on his face, the way his breathing hitched as he held his breath waiting for the words to come out of her mouth.

She stepped out from around the screen, the silver of her new night robe shimmering, clinging to her body and curves in a way that made Benedict squirm in the bed giving her more confidence.

“I’m ready…” she said shyly, almost feeling like it was their first time all over again.

“Are… are you sure?” he stammered, not wanting to push her, not wanting to rush it.

“Positive” she said as she walked towards the bottom of the bed and Benedict couldn’t help but be lured in, he was powerless to resist his wife at the best of times but after coming so close to losing her, he’d wondered if he’d ever get to enjoy her again, to be with her like this, so to have her there in front of him, like the apple offered to Eve… temptation in silver… his favourite colour on her. He was weak to resist.

Sophie smiled as she reached out a hand and took Benedict’s hand in hers and slid to her waist and she leaned in, “Merry Christmas my love” she whispered, letting her lips trail seductively over his

“Merry Christmas to me indeed…” he whispered, pulling her into him and capturing her lips with his, revelling in their time together once more.

[hal-1500]

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Merry Calendiles-mas! This is my contribution for @calendiles-secret-santa 2022, for @tilltheworldblowsup. Hope you enjoy it!

And lots of thanks to @dreadfulcalendarwoman for organising!

[goldenlaurelleaveswrites]

Days of December 18. Mistletoe

Prompt List

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Juleka had no mercy. 

Or maybe it was his ma?

Maybe it was both of them?

Regardless, at least one of the Couffaine women had no mercy. 

“It’s fine, Marinette, we don’t have to…” he couldn’t quite finish his sentence. His tongue felt thick in his mouth, and it felt like his face was burning. He tried to smile down at her reassuringly, to laugh it off as a joke. 

But he caught sight of his ma and Juleka peeking at them from around the corner. Their smirks positively devious. 

So it was both of them. 

“Well… it’s tradition, isn’t it?” Her voice was quiet and very quickly followed by a surprised squeak. Her hands had flown her mouth, and her face was flushed bright pink. As if she was surprised by her own words. 

“I-“ he swallowed thickly, suddenly finding words even more difficult than usual. “I don’t want you to feel pressured.” The way she hadn’t quite been able to look him in the eye once she realized they had been standing under a sprig of mistletoe, one of the many sprigs set about the Liberty like landmines, hadn’t been lost on him. 

“I-I do. Want to, I mean. I don’t feel pressured! Because you’re always super sweet and really respectful, and you always listen, and you’re so wonderful, and I don’t want you to be uncomfortable! I just- I love you -“

His breath caught in his throat. Her eyes widened as the words seemed to hit her. 

Did she… did she really…

Finally, she met his gaze. “I mean, I love you. You know that! But I also love you. But I didn’t know how to tell you, and then Juleka had this idea,” she gestured at the mistletoe. So it had been Juleka. “…and then you got all quiet, and you said we didn’t have to, and I thought-“

He pressed a finger to her lips. She cut off mid-sentence and blinked up at him as she took a breath. Her eyes were wide and glittering with hope and anxiety. 

He was pretty sure his face was still burning. And he was positive Juleka and his ma were listening in on every word, maybe even watching. But he didn’t care. All he cared about was the incredible girl standing in front of him, staring up at him anxiously. “I love you too Marinette.” 

Her eyes fluttered shut, and she was leaning up towards him. His eyes drifted shut as he leaned down to meet her halfway, catching her as she almost fell into his arms.  

As much as he hated to admit it, he would have to thank Juleka later. 

[amythedvdhoarder]

Operation Two Turtle Doves

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1200

Summary: Steve makes you train on Christmas Eve, little do you know that he his running his own secret mission 

Warnings: pure fluff

A/N: gif not mine. This is my second entry into the Merry Hoemas Writing Challenge hosted by myself, @drabblewithfrannybarnes, @chrissquares, @pumpkin-and-pine and @starlightcrystalline. Thought I would provide some festive fluff for the occasion. I chose the prompt: “You know what people call a ball buster on Christmas? A nutcracker...” 

Not beta read and written hastily on my phone, any and all mistakes are my own!

Divider made by the incredibly talented @chrissquares

Check out some of the other amazing entries for hoemas here

“Seriously Steve? You want us to train on Christmas Eve. What happened to the holiday spirit?” You weren’t normally one to argue with the Captains orders but this was outrageous. Christmas was a time for overindulgence and Christmas Eve, to you, was almost as sacred as the day itself. It was a time for wrapping the last few presents and spending time with the people you loved.

Most of the team had gone home to their families for the festive period. Pepper and Tony had taken Morgan to their log cabin in Vermont, Peter had tagged along. Wanda and Vision had gone to Germany for a more traditional Christmas. Clint had left to be with Laura and the kids and Nat had gone with him. Bruce was spending Christmas with Thor. Leaving just you, Bucky, Sam and Scrooge aka Steve behind at the compound for the holiday season.

Bucky had no problem with training, he was probably going to spend a few hours in the gym anyway. But Sam seemed to have the same opinion as you.

“You know what people call a ball buster on Christmas? A nutcracker...” you began to howl at Sam’s ridiculous quip. Steve’s face has turned a flustered shade of pink and Bucky was trying and failing to contain his laughter.

“Alright ha ha, get dressed. See you all in the gym in 10 minutes,” Steve scowled at Sam before getting up from the breakfast bar and heading off to his room.

“Come on,” you mused “the Grinch won’t be happy if we’re late.” The three of you dragged yourselves away from your cups of coffee and went to go get changed.

xxx

Steve was already down there when you arrived in the gym. You were quite smug at the fact you had beaten Dam and Bucky down there. When they strolled in 15 minutes later Steve was huffing and puffing in annoyance.

“Right now we can get started. Sam and Y/N hand to hand drills. Buck you’re with me.” Bucky winked at you and followed Steve over to the punch bags.

“Still can’t believe he’s making us do this,” you grunted as you aimed a kick at Sam’s shins.

“Aww is Steve getting in the way of you spending some time with tin-man over there?” You were so shocked that Sam managed to land a punch to your stomach.

“What?” You spluttered.

“Oh come on, Christmas is the time for telling the truth Y/N. Both of you might be oblivious but I’m not,” he chuckled as you aimed a fist in his direction.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you grumbled as you upped your attack.

“Sure you don’t,” he rolled his eyes at you. You just scowled at him.

Sam did have a point, you did like Bucky. What was not to like? He had a mean sense of humour, was quiet but so perceptive. He would do little things for people to make their day a little easier, not that he ever admitted to doing it but you noticed. Bucky had welcomed you into the team, spent time getting to know you; arranging little movie nights and taking you out to explore his New York City.

People had mistaken the pair of you for a couple before now when you were out and about. You brushed it off and tried not to get hung up on it. It was definitely just platonic from Bucky’s side, it wasn’t his fault that you developed a crush on him. It wasn’t his fault he was the most attractive man you had ever met with eyes of crystalline blue that made your heart melt. But you weren’t going to admit any of this to Sam and definitely not to Bucky.

“Let’s swap. Sam with me and Y/N with Bucky. How about you two do target practice?”  Steve called over to the pair of you, essentially stopping what had now morphed from practice to a small fight.

“Why were you and Sam trying to hit each other, like properly hit each other?” Bucky nudged you gently as you walked over to him and his prized knife collection.

“Oh, no reason. He was just being his usual annoying self,” you shrugged, hoping that he wouldn’t be able to catch your lie.

“Seeing as Christmas, I’ll let you pick first,” Bucky said motioning to his store. You pulled open the doors to his little walk-in knife closet and stepped in.

“Thanks, I do feel honoured,” your voice dropped with sarcasm as you spun around and glanced over your shoulder to look back at  him.

“Bucky?” You asked slightly worried. He was stood completely still, eyes fixed to something above you.

You followed his gaze and spotted what he was looking at; some mistletoe tied right above your head.

“Oh,” you exclaimed, face flooding with heat.

“Suppose I should kiss you then,” with his signature lopsided grin, Bucky stepped closer to you.

He was standing so impossibly close to you, you were certain he could hear your heart pounding against your chest.

“We don’t have to, it’s just some old Christmas tradition,” you whispered.

“That’s true,” Bucky said, delicately tucking a loose strand of hair back behind your ear. “But I’ve wanted to do this for ages.”

“Oh...” Bucky cut you off by pressing his soft lips to yours, his hand coming up to hold your cheek. You hummed a little and you could feel Bucky smiling against your lips.

He pulled back and looked into your eyes. “Y/N...” This time you cut him off, covering his mouth with yours. This kiss was filled with passion, as the two of you finally did what you had been wanting to do for so long. Bucky moaned, his lips parting giving you the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth. Your hands looped behind his neck, fingers tangling into the hair at the nape of his neck. Bucky pressed himself closer to you, his metal hand resting on your hip.

“Operation two turtle doves is a success,” Steve’s amused voice made you and Bucky jump apart.

“Sure did Cap, who knew all it took was a little bit of mistletoe,” Sam stood behind Steve chuckling.

You couldn’t find it in yourself to be mad at them. “We didn’t really have to train, did we Steve?” You teased as you stepped nearer to Bucky.

“No, but it seems to have worked out alright,” he quirked his eyebrow as you felt Bucky’s arm wrap around your waist.

“Yeah yeah, now shove it punk and you too birdbrain, me and Y/N still got a bit of our own training to do,” Bucky grinned at his best friend who threw his arms up in mock defeat.

Sam and Steve disappeared, you could hear the laughter as they left the gym.

You turned to face Bucky and smiled. “We’re still below the mistletoe Buck.”

“Doll, I’m hoping we’re not always going to need to be beneath mistletoe to kiss from now on,” he tilted your chin up, searching your eyes for an answer.

You stepped backwards and pulled Bucky with you. “No, I don’t think we need the mistletoe anymore,” you leaned up to press your lips to his once again.

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[m-calculus]

Virgil and Kayo drop off supplies to various animal shelters ahead of Christmas

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35656603

[aneiria-writes]

A Visit from Zwarte Pietr

Look ok this is just some festive kanej fluff as a treat

It may be Nachtspel Eve, but the Bastard of the Barrel and his Wraith have one last heist to carry out before they can enjoy the holiday.

The question is, can they hit all of their targets in one night, without being caught?

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