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25 Days Christmas Romance Challenge || Day 2

Character A’s best friend rigs the Secret Santa, because they know Character A has a crush on Character B.

[CS+a touch of Red Beauty]

Rigged; ~ 3, 000 words; FF.NET || AO3

She’s not doing anything wrong. Nope. Nothing wrong at all. Not. A. Thi-

“Mary Margaret, hey!” Belle jumps as the door opens and her eyes widen with something surprisingly resembling guilt, her cheeks taking on a fresh ruby tint.

But MM shakes off the thought as soon as it comes. Belle is by far the sweetest person at the office and doesn’t have a mean and dishonest bone in her body.

Then she sees the bowl.

“Are those the names for the Secret Santa?”

“Yes, I- I thought I’d take it off your hands this year.”

“Oh, that’s sweet of you. Thanks for getting all the names ready, I can take it from here.”

Mary Margaret reaches for the bowl. Belle promptly gives another little jump, pulling it closer to herself.

“No, no, it’s no trouble at all. I’ll go around once everyone is back from lunch.”

“You really don’t have to, Belle,” Mary Margaret laughs lightly to cover up the way she unconsciously stressed her name. “I’m used to it, I know how to get even the greenest of Grinches to participate.”

“I know, but I thought I’d save you the trouble of going around all the floors. I have to deliver the mail anyway. I will be sure to threaten any Christmas cynics with holding their mail hostage, if they don’t draw a name.”

Belle laughs and MM would notice how nervous it rings out, if she didn’t rush to join in.

“No, really, Belle, there’s no need. I can take care of it.”

Mary Margaret reaches for the bowl again. It is awkward at best, the way she is holding her hands out, waiting to receive the names. And she would feel terrible, she does feel terrible, watching Belle shuffle her feet and glance in all directions as if waiting for a rescue from somewhere. She would feel terrible but she really, really needs that bowl this year. Mary Margaret is tired of leaving things to chance, tired of stubborn blonde women that don’t believe in the magic of Christmas. Or True Love.

“Belle?” she cringes at her insistent tone and swears to herself that she will make it up to the girl.

But Belle just takes a deep breath, bites hard on her lip and looks up, cheeks now definitely flaming.

“Well, it’s just that… I don’t have much reason to go to the fifth floor usually a-and… I was hoping to get a chance to…” she drops her gaze again and Mary Margaret contemplates just giving up but it’s been two years. “Mm, I was hoping to talk to Ruby?”


Mary Margaret stands there with her mouth in a stunned little ‘o’ shape for a solid ten seconds, staring at the woman before her, who was hugging the bowl to her chest as some sort of a shield.

She has to back down, it wouldn’t be right to try to kickstart one love story at the expense of another. Mary Margaret can’t let herself do that to Belle, or Emma for that matter. Plus, she is pretty damn sure Ruby would most certainly kill her, if she knew.

So with a mighty sigh of defeat, she drops her arms and gives Belle a half-sad, half-encouraging smile.

“Of course, Belle, that…” she smiles wider then and reaches over to squeeze the other woman’s arm. “I’m sure she’ll be delighted.”

She gives Belle a conspiratorial wink and leaves the staff room, shoulders a little slummed but conscience clear. The other girl stares after her, face twisted in a combination of embarrassment and guilt.

“Well, at least it wasn’t a complete lie,” she tells herself, voice small but with a note of excitement sneaking in now that her plan was back on track. “You better appreciate this, Jones.”


If Mary Margaret didn’t need to play it cool right now, she’d be shoving the paper in her hand in Emma’s face this very second. Telling her all about how things happened the way they were supposed to, all about destiny, and serendipity, and things working out just when you’d given up because you were trying to do good.

She’d say all that and then some but she really needs to play it cool to pull this off so she just smiles down at the little white paper in her hand, bearing the name she’d been trying so hard to steal.

Killian Jones


“Heeey, Emma!”

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