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Have Yourself A Merry Little...

25 Days Christmas Romance Challenge || Day 24&25

Character A doesn’t feel the Christmas spirit but Character B, who lives above them, keeps playing Christmas carols really loud. + Character A overhears Character B’s Christmas wish and decides to fulfill it.

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Have Yourself A Merry Little…; ~ 2, 700 words; FF.NET || AO3


Thank you to everyone who has liked, followed and especially to those who have shared their thoughts and feelings with me throughout the series. It has been joyfully stressful writing these daily and I’ve enjoyed bringing you a bit of holiday spirit so much.

Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and wishing you a new year filled with laughter, love and fulfilled wishes!


The thing about Christmas is that Emma likes it quiet.

As a kid, one that still believed in miracles and Santa and wishing on stars, Emma passed through too many families on Christmas Eve. And every time she walked through a new door she thought herself beyond lucky to be in an actual home around the holidays, bright-eyed and hopeful and excited and thinking, wishing, maybe this time…

And then, without fail, the dream dissolved, twisted and turned into this absolute mess of yelling over Christmas songs. Plates clattering and people arguing. Parents fighting over the smallest thing, scolding children, ordering them about. The atmosphere that was meant to be warm and joyful, nothing but charged with tension.

And then, without fail, she ended up with her nose pressed against a cold window, desperately searching for the brightest star on which to wish herself away. Yet it never worked. Not until she turned 23 and went and did it herself, actually managed to rent a place just her own and found out that peace and quiet were possible.

But not here apparently. Ever since she moved to New York in general and to this one apartment in particular, Emma Swan has dreaded the very likely possibility of having to kiss her quiet Christmases goodbye. Her upstairs neighbour just won’t have it.

Killian Jones plays his music just loud enough for her to know he is playing some but not loud enough for her to feel justified in complaining. The few occasions on which their shower times have overlapped, she found out that he sings in the shower as well. And he might be good but if she wanted a private concert in the bathroom… well, she doesn’t, okay?

Emma swears even his steps are fucking loud.

And if you think she wouldn’t have stormed upstairs and given him a piece of her mind for a lot less, think again. Only… he is so damn nice.

He is the only person that offers to help her with her boxes when she moves in, despite the fact that he is operating with only one hand. He is the only person who doesn’t complain about her late hours because apparently her bug is really loud and so is the elevator and so is her shower in the middle of the night.

He always breaks into a smile or rather a gleeful grin when he sees her and fires some absolutely ridiculous pickup line for her to roll her eyes at. At first she was on her guard, thinking in a month or so he’ll move on to more direct and harder to deflect approaches. But she was proven wrong. Killian Jones has kept up his non-stop flirting but never made an actual move.

Half the time she thinks he isn’t actually interested, half the time she thinks he believes she isn’t. Not that it matters, because Emma isn’t interested. Not in Killian, per say, but in relationships in general.

But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t appreciate the way he holds the door for a solid minute when he sees her coming with her arms laden with groceries or the way he brushes the snow off her bug as well when he does his own car. Or that when he got more boxes of Chinese than he had actually ordered, he dropped some at her place without even trying to invite himself in.

So Emma decides to be nice back in the only way she can. By not being mean. But that sure was a lot easier before he started blasting Christmas carols.

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