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Fake Birds and Real Holidays
The team descends on the Miller household. (No turkeys were harmed in the making of this story. Much to Ronon and Rodney's disappointment.)
a little extra
Patrick writes his name on Jonny's to-send Christmas cards. It leads to feelings.
Dummy's First Christmas
Weird and comfortable aren't mutually exclusive; Steve Rogers is going to do exactly what he wants this Christmas.
Yearly Habit
Tim sleeps in the attic every Christmas Eve. It doesn't really mean much, it's just habit by now.
Kissing Games
Nothing good has ever come from Steph and Dick plotting together. Nothing.
Christkindlfuckup
Deck the Halls
The further adventures of Sidney Crosby, Professional Troll, as told by Beau Bennett. A sequel of sorts to Drop it Low, but it also stands alone.
Song As Old As Rhyme
“I need you to show me how to put on make-up,” he goes, all at once, and she blinks at the seahorse patterned shower curtain. There’s no way she heard that right. She finishes buttoning up her shirt and steps out of the shower carefully, wet feet sliding a little on the tile. “Make-up,” she repeats, looking at him as she winds an elastic band around her hair. “Yeah,” he murmurs, embarrassment burning in his eyes. “She uh, wants me to go as Belle.”
día de los muertos (or, fifteen things the losers gave to the dead)
It's the one holiday they actually mark with any kind of consistency
Longest Night
On the longest night of the year, Cassandra goes to the chapel to pray.
Cultural Exchange
The Iron Bull enjoys the multicultural celebration during Satinalia at Skyhold. Dorian enjoys the morning after just as much, if not more.
we’ll make a brand new start of it (in old new york)
“Just to be clear,” Andrew says. “You want me to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to spite your high school bully and your high school girlfriend and possibly the entire state of Ohio?” Steven giggles. “Spite’s such a harsh word. Shock and impress, maybe.” “For a man of faith you’re being awfully morally flexible about this,” Andrew says.
i just want you (for my own)
The entire building is decked out for Christmas. Sparkling lights, the rich, glowing reds and greens of masses and masses of poinsettia flowers. It’s not hard to realize what’s going on. It feels like every titled, unmarried man between the ages of 20 and 40 who likes other men is here. Unbelievable. They’re marrying the King off with a fucking Cinderella-style ball.
You're My Present This Year
“I got you something. An early Life Day present of my own.”
