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A Convenient Arrangement- Part 14

Universe: Canonverse Arranged Marriage AU Rating: M (Here’s where it gets a little spicy folks!) Length: 3254 Words   A/N: This is Day 3 of the 2022 Kristanna Advent Calendar! Beware the change in rating. 13 Chapters until adult content has to be a new record for me I think. 

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Virtual Chemistry Pt 10

Universe: Modern AU/ College AU/ Cam Boy AU

Rating:  E (Explicit, this is filth)

Length: 2116 Words

A/N: Forgive me for any inconsistency, it's been a hot second.

Anna awoke to the familiar sound of her phone’s alarm and rose with uncharacteristic quickness. It was just the first of the three alarms that she set for herself each morning during the semester, and she couldn’t recall having ever risen with the first one, let alone now when she didn’t need to be up for anything.

Falling asleep with your phone on your face certainly has the benefit of startling you awake.

She made a mental note to avoid the position in the future, and quickly unlocked the device with her fingerprint, just to confirm that last night’s texting had not, in fact, been a dream.

The blue and grey text bubbles that greeted her had her heart fluttering as she looked at the screen and replayed the conversation. He’d been so easy to talk to, and she’d found that having to wait a bit longer for his replies than she was used to when texting Elsa had made each message just that bit more precious. It felt silly to count the extra few seconds as “worth the wait” but it had been.

She flushed when she scrolled down past the last message she remembered sending and receiving, to find another.

Huhgtgcfrgyu

She really had fallen asleep with her phone on her face, and somehow, as it the universe didn’t think she’d had quite enough mortification, the message had sent.

Huh?

She scrolled past his response and found another ten minutes later:

I’m guessing you fell asleep? That’s alright, it’s late.

Then a few minutes after that, a series of texts sent a minute or less apart:

It’s been a long and exhausting semester honestly. I wouldn’t blame you for sleeping all week, I feel like that’s what I’m about to do.

I’m glad you were part of it. Even with everything.

Maybe we can talk about that? The everything?

When we both wake up from our hibernation of course.

Sorry, I’m rambling again.

Sleep well Anna.

She didn’t feel quite so embarrassed by the time she got to the end of his messages back to her. There was something about his messages, short as they were, that mirrored the gentleness with which he treated her in person. There was a nagging part of her that was imagining one more message after what he’d sent. She just couldn’t put out of her mind that he was the sort of man who would end his messages with “I love you”.

She tried to push the thought aside but she only succeeded in hearing his last message in her head, complete with her silly addition, in his voice.

Sleep well Anna, I love you.

It was unfair how her brain could forget the answers to exams after several hours of studying, but how she could perfectly mentally replicate the tone of his voice saying something that she’d never even heard him utter before. She could even imagine how it would sound, breathy in her ear, with her back pressed to his chest and his arms wrapped around her.

She collapsed back on the bed, knowing full well that she wouldn’t be able to put herself back to sleep, but feeling unwilling to face the day until she managed to stop blushing and thinking about how good it would feel to just be in Kristoff’s arms.

***

Kristoff allowed himself a moment to breathe, Sven not the least exhausted at his side, was looking at his owner in rapt anticipation of the next leg of their jog around town.

He’d barely slept, unable to keep himself from listening for his cellphone to chime with another message from Anna all night long, even hours after he’d sent her a goodnight. He’d just stayed up and let his imagination run wild with both the ways he wished and feared his relationship with Anna would evolve in the coming days, weeks, and months. The worst fear was that it wouldn’t go anywhere at all. He already knew her too well to let himself worry about the worst case scenario effecting his work, despite the fact that they still had plenty to talk about there, he knew that Anna was not going to tell anyone about his extracurricular activities.

It had really been his hopes keeping him awake all night. He’d forced himself into a cold morning run at 8 am because of those hopes, because of those fantasies. He’d imagined holding her in his arms and kissing her gently and slow. He’d imagined lifting her from the floor, pressing her back into a wall and swallowing her gasps and whimpers as he kissed her. He’d even thought about what it would feel like to have her small hands explore his body.

Then he’d envisioned carrying her to his bed and giving himself to her in all the ways she wanted him. His fantasy was that she’d share her fantasies with him, carefully curated from hours of watching him, and rife for exploration together.

He flushed now, and not from running, at recalling the ways he’d imagined that he would tuck her into bed at his side, pressing gentle soothing kisses into her hair to help her fall asleep. He wanted everything with Anna, and his active imagination wouldn’t allow him to come up with any situation in which he didn’t take care of Anna in every way. He wanted her for more than sex, he wanted her for life.

The frosty run was helping, but he was still thinking about running toward the park next and launching himself into the partially frozen pond to cool his head. Sven, always excellently observant for a dog, tilted his head at him with curiosity.

“Look buddy,” Kristoff said, huffing from the particularly hard run he’d just subjected them to, “I know you like her a whole lot, and that’s making this even harder because I know you deserve a mom, but we have to give her some space, okay? I kind of did this whole thing wrong I think, and we’re going to have to wait for her. She might not even want to see me again.”

He didn’t have it in him to say that she wouldn’t want to see them both again, because he was extremely aware that he was the one who had screwed up in this situation, and that his dog was, frankly, irresistible, and impossible to stay mad at.

Sven, fully knowing this about himself, huffed through his nose and lowered his head before giving Kristoff a meaningful look.

He knew what the dog was communicating.

Don’t count yourself out yet.

In his pocket, his phone chimed. 

The dog wagged his tail in response and Kristoff couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.

“If this is her, I owe you double treats when we get back.”

***

Anna typed and deleted at least five texts as she poked at her oatmeal. Elsa was taking a call in the next room over, and Anna could overhear all the details of the business transaction taking place. It was hard to think about what she wanted to say when she was listening to her sister talking shop. It was a good thing that it was a family business, or her breakfast would constitute corporate espionage.

She finally settled on setting her phone down and actually putting some food into her actual mouth. Normally the quantity of brown sugar and maple syrup she put on top of the oats would have been enjoyable, but she’d spent too long ignoring it and nearly gagged at the cool sticky gruel she’d managed to shovel into her mouth.

She couldn’t stop herself from opening her mouth and letting the mush fall back into the bowl with a very unladylike and unceremonious plop. It wasn’t the oatmeal’s fault that it had turned into a disgusting gluey abomination, but Anna still stared at it with narrowed eyes as if it were the enemy.

It’s too early for this. Or anything.

She sighed and picked up her phone again before standing up deciding that if she was awake, and if her home was currently being used as a corporate office, she may as well go out and get a halfway decent breakfast. Visions of cinnamon rolls danced in her head as she trudged toward her bedroom to don some clothes that were at least halfway appropriate for public consumption.

She decided to tear the proverbial band aid off before tossing the phone on her bed.

Good morning

Two words, zero punctuation, no room to read into anything at all, putting the ball firmly in his court so she didn’t have to text any of the things she wanted to say because they were undoubtedly too much to say now.

She slipped off her pajama yoga pants and made the difficult decision to choose her jeans over her daytime yoga pants after consulting the overly complicated smart home device that Elsa had purchased for her as a birthday gift and being informed that it was too damn cold for thin breathable fabric. Comfort, sometimes, unfortunately had a temperature component.

When her phone buzzed from its place on her unmade bed, she made herself take two whole breaths before descending on it like a woman starved.

Good morning

She grimaced. She’d never been good at tennis but she could see, very clearly, that it had been an easy serve to hit and that the proverbial ball was, once again, in her court.

“Shit.”

She took another two whole breaths before buttoning and zipping her pants and thinking long and hard about both the t-shirt she would choose to wear (whichever was on top) and whether she could text him any of the eighty things she wanted to say.

“Hi Kristoff, just wanted to say that I absolutely didn’t have a dream about you and I making out on a lab table last night because that would be super weird, haha.”

She rolled her eyes at herself and instead typed out what she knew she should say.

Sorry I fell asleep on you last night.

She couldn’t help but to wish that she had fallen asleep on him in the literal sense. She could only imagine how good that might feel. She just hoped that she didn’t mess this up badly enough that she would never get the chance to find out.

It’s okay Anna, I’m glad you got some rest.

She’d tugged her top off while she had been waiting for his response, and she forced herself to choose a shirt to put on while she thought about an answer to send back. It was easy enough to manage the first requirement, tugging on a green sweater when she remembered exactly hot cold the weather was meant to be. The second was, as the rest of the conversation had been on her side, more complicated.

What are you up to this morning?

She played it safe, because the last time she hadn’t, she’d been crushed. She knew Kristoff enough to know that he wouldn’t ever hurt her intentionally, but she’d grown up since her last assumption of a man’s feelings toward her, something that being home brought back to her mind.

She was dressed and out the front door by the time she got his answer.

Just went for a run with Sven. We’re about to get breakfast. Have you ever been to Oaken’s?

 Anna nearly snorted out loud, but the cold biting her face kept her from dawdling long enough to manage it. She didn’t run to her car sitting in the driveway, worried about any ice that wasn’t making itself evident, but she did walk briskly.

I used to think they had the biggest cinnamon rolls in the city.

She texted him quickly when she sat in the car and pulled the door shut and then, once she’d managed to click on the seat heater with chilly fingers, she sent a follow up.

You proved me wrong at that diner by campus, but they’re still my emotional support baked good.

She’d been planning on going to a closer, less delicious breakfast place, but there was really no harm in going the extra few minutes towards the city center to join him if that was where he was heading. She did find him much easier to talk to in person after all.

Did you grow up here?

Immediately after, faster than she thought that he could type, her phone buzzed again.

I think I just put two and two together with your last name. I feel like an idiot.

She tried not to laugh, but it was impossible. She suddenly felt much less embarrassed about sending him a sleep gibberish text.

[punkpoemprose]

A Convenient Arrangement (Kristanna AU) Masterpost

Universe: Canon Divergent- Arranged Marriage AU

Rating: T+ (Eventually will contain Mature content)

Status: Ongoing

Summary:

After the thaw, Arendelle is in chaos. With young Queen Elsa revealing her magical abilities to the populace and a foreign born prince nearly killing both the Queen and the Princess, distrust is at an all time high amongst the common folk. To sooth tensions and divert any negative attention, a drawing is announced, and with it the promise of a royal wedding. All unmarried men of common status between the ages of 18 and 30 have a chance, by luck of the draw, to win the unobtainable; the hand of the Kingdom’s Crown Princess.

Blissfully unaware of the unrest in the kingdom, or even of his involvement in the drawing is Kristoff Bjorgman, a simple ice harvester who has never had dreams of anything beyond a simple life. When Arendelle soldiers arrive, stating that they are escorting him to his wedding, everything changes.

He must marry a woman he just met.

Originally based on a oneshot written for @upthenorthmountain​

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Kristoff had been waiting to hear the words. Relief and terror flooded him simultaneously as he realized that this would be the end of the ceremony, but also the start of a marriage.

He felt her hands start to tremble in his, and he held them tighter in his own, trying to hide it. He wasn’t sure what brought him to do it, but he thought that if he were her, he’d want to seem as strong as she was trying to be, and a shake, involuntary as it was, would show fear and sadness. It was a wedding gift to her, to help her be strong. He had nothing else to give her.

He leaned in, trying to give her an apologetic look before pressing his lips to hers.

They would never have to do it again.

Chapter Listing Under the Cut.

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[cherriberr1]

I honestly can’t get out of my head how SCARED Hiccup looked when Astrid hugged him

Like just look at him clenching his fists and his smile dropped immediately

Poor boy what made him react like that😭

[funkytoesart]

Consort of the Sun: Ch32 👀 Updated!!

Yay! Finally lol. Sorry to keep y'all waiting!

You can read ch32 on Ao3 here!

Fic Summary:

Berk is lost. Conquered by the barbaric and cruel Yorvani. In an attempt to save his people and their traditions, Prince Hiccup agrees to become consort of War Chief Astrid, Divine Leader of the Yorvani.

Or you can read from the beginning :)

[sunflowers-and-sandwiches]

The Long Game

@99goosebumps — this Kristanna fic’s for you! I had so much fun ‘playing around’ with your prompts and hope this fic is a ‘winner’ 💚

Summary: Anna takes ‘Family Game Night’ a little too seriously and frustrated with losing, thinks up a cunning plan to wipe the smile off Kristoff’s face and get him to play a game where this time she can come out on top!

Rated: Explict Words: 3,524

Tags: Smut, fluff and humour, card games, Anna takes family game night a little too seriously, Kristoff being insufferable but also a huge sweetheart, banter, fun in bed, strip tease, enthusiastic consent, sex play, vaginal fingering, first orgasm, coming in panties, tasting fluids after orgasm for the first time, oral sex, cunnilingus, face sitting, grinding, screaming while orgasming, orgasming in partners mouth, blow job, mutual pleasure, after glow, snuggling, romantic gesture

Read on AO3 (due to mature content)

Frozen (c) Disney. Fan fiction by @sunflowers-and-sandwiches, please do not use without permission.

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hond 20th anniversary countdown: favourite friendship or otp

“Are you always this charming, or am I just lucky?”

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for FicRecDays, Carve yourself out a day and binge-read everything that @karis-the-fangirl has written. Hers are the stories i go running to read whenever i’m bummed or blah or i’ve read something WAY too angsty. Breathe is probably my favorite, as is the Harbor AU and the Show Me series, and Bruising Gently is so goddamn hot!! and if you ever go back to your Gunslinger AU i will love you to pieces!

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For FicRecDays: if you haven’t read any of @feistypaants ‘s feisty fics, do yourself a favor and:

i hate the character Hans with a bloody passion, and she writes him so well i want to rip his lungs out. Reading her fics are like watching a train crash: it’s scary and oddly beautiful and you know something bad is about to happen but you just can’t look away to save your life. The Ice Sculptor will kill me, i swear. Even her fluffy stuff like Tidings of Comfort and Pine are like that! (though Ask Me Anything is an amazing bit of lampshading fluff you should read)

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for FicRecDays, if you like Kristanna smut and you haven’t read the fics written by LeaveTheFrontPorch, you need to examine your life choices.

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for FicRecDays check out the ridiculously adorable Necessary Adjustments by the very talented @ominouscloudsofarendelle. Her other stuff is great too, with just the right amounts of humor and fluff (and smut) :)

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Happy birthday @kristannacenterstage!! Sorry I’m late, but i wrote you a quick and dirty ficlet. Literally! Because i’m apparently that friend who gives smut for birthday presents…

Pairing: Kristanna ‘Verse: Canon :D Rating: M (smuuuuuuut) Words: 888

Anna was having the best birthday of her life. She loved every single moment of that dance between chaos and a hullabaloo. Once she got her cold-stricken sister tucked in for the evening, she went searching for the queen’s co-conspirator. She found him in the Royal Stables, of course. Chased him from stall to stall, finally cornering him up in the hayloft. She pounced, devious fingers attacking ticklish sides until they both collapsed in a breathless, cackling mess.

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[frenzy5150]

Everyone must write one Coffee Shop!AU. It's the law.

i wrote this bit of fluff for last year’s Kristanna Harvest Festival. See, i CAN do just fluffy drabbly goodness!

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Blood Games

The Frozen-Gladiator mash-up nobody asked for. And it has a sequel! 

Rated M for blood and death and smut, oh my!

Ch. 1: The Arena (T) (tumblr) (fanfiction) (AO3) fanart

Ch. 2: Uncertainty (K+) (tumblr) (fanfiction) (AO3) fanart

Ch. 3: No Friends in the Pit (K+) (tumblr) (fanfiction) (AO3) fanart

Ch. 4: The Search (T) (tumblr) (fanfiction) (AO3) fanart

Ch. 5: Training (T+) (tumblr) (fanfiction) (AO3) fanart & more fanart

Ch. 6: Scars (T+) (tumblr) (fanfiction) (AO3)

Ch. 7: Crazy Trust Exercise (T+/M) (tumblr) (fanfiction) (AO3)

Ch. 8: Lights in the Sky (K+/T) (tumblr) (fanfiction) (AO3)

Ch. 9: Treachery (T) (tumblr) (fanfiction) (AO3) fanart

Ch. 10: Do What You Must (M) (tumblr) (fanfiction) (AO3) fanart

Ch. 11: Captured (M) (tumblr) (fanfiction) (AO3) fanart

Ch. 12: To Arms (K+) (tumblr) (fanfiction) (AO3) fanart

Ch. 13: Love Is An Open Door (M) (tumblr) (fanfiction) (AO3) fanart

Ch. 14: Epilogue (T+) (tumblr) (fanfiction) (AO3) fanart

Ch. 15: Smutpilogue (MA) (tumblr) (fanfiction) (AO3)

Ch. 16: One Week Later (K+) (tumblr) (fanfiction) (AO3)

Moodboard by Teneniel

[jimiscribif]

television peaked with Once Upon a Time, like I can watch Anna from Frozen try to convince Snow White's Prince Charming to fight evil Warlord Little Bo Beep and he's like 'You don't know what you're talking about Anna from Frozen, my dad died when I was six because he was an alcoholic' and be like that's not even the most insane moment of this episode

[pinkantihistamine]

OUAT is found family in that they keep finding out everyone is in the same damn family tree

[shsl-hubris-guy]

"I don't get it. How did you three escape?" "That is a secret you will never know!" "The writers can't figure it out either."

fucking iconic