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Feysand fluff, going to their first play or theatre event (because Feyre has never been in the mortal realm)

I am beautiful. I spun in front of the mirror, admiring my form in the tight black dress. The back was completely open, and the front went up around my neck, almost looking like a collar. My hair was braided to go over my shoulder, and a black diadem was placed on my head. I knew Rhys had a matching one on and was waiting down stairs. I smiled at myself one last time and went to meet him in the sitting room.

He let out a long whistle when i reached the bottom step. I looked at him and my skin lit up slightly, causing me to blush and push the light away. “Feyre darling, do you see something you like?” He smirked. He was his usual all black get up,with of course the matching crown. But the way he was smiling, the look of pure happiness in his face, made me want to shine as bright as the stars. “Shut up,” I laughed, “Where are we going anyway?”

He had been doing something behind my back for awhile, and of course it drove me crazy and made me think the worst. But every night he would hold me close and tell me how much he loves me and that he promised I would know soon enough. This morning, he simply said I would stop worrying about him disappearing after going on our date tonight. 

I insisted on not wearing the diadem, it felt strange walking around Velaris dressed as High Lady of the Night Court, but he insisted I look my best and proudly walk the streets as High Lady. I only let him get away with it because he was so excited about tonight.

“Lets go!” he cheered, linking elbows with me and pulled me to the starry streets.


We mostly walked in silence. He was smiling brightly and would occasionally kiss the top of my head. Was I going mad? I would look up at him, and he would just smile back. What the hell? Did he honestly not notice that no one was on the streets? Every so often someone would walk out of their shops and wave to us, or someone would look around the corner of a building and hide.

“Rhys seriously whats-” “We’re here.” He interrupted. I looked ahead and my jaw dropped. The theater. I’ve always wanted to come here. But it was quiet. The lights were off. “Is there even a performance tonight?” I asked. Maybe he thought there was one tonight and he was wrong. That still wouldn’t explain why he was missing. “Yes, Feyre I’m not stupid.” he laughed. “Debatable.” I whispered under my breath. He chuckled and took my hand, “I’ve been waiting for tonight. My favorite story is being preformed. It’s called Savior! Its based on a legend.” He practically ran inside, pulling me up a flight of stairs. We took a seat in what i assumed was his private box. 

It was so quiet. And dark. I couldn’t feel anyone else in here. I was about to start freaking out when the lights turned on on the stage. I looked to the crowd to see if anyone else was there, but it looked like a dark abyss. I looked at Rhys questioningly. He threw his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. 

I was about to start considering if he was drunk as I looked back to the stage and froze. The scene was in a snowy forest. It was gloomy and sad. A small girl ran across the stage and stopped in the center. She had on shabby clothes and torn up boots with a bow in hand and a quiver slung around her back. She took out a arrow and notched it, and tried hard to pull it back. She aimed and fired it to the side of the stage, but it didn’t fly, it fell a few feet in front of her. The small girl picked up the arrow, then rubbed her belly. She was hungry.  She walked off the stage.

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Peter Hale - Christmas trip

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Everything was ready. The hotel, the tickets, the whole holiday. I was calling Lydia to see if we need to do anything else, only to receive a horrible news.

“What do you mean you are sick?” I half yelled.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I am too cold to move out of my bed, let alone travel out of the country.” She whispered.

“But it’s Paris, Lydia!!!! I will bring extra boxes of tissues just for you. We can’t miss this.” I said.

“You go. Don’t cancel it just for me. You should definetly go.” She said.

“With who?” I huffed.

“I think you know who.” I practically could hear the smirk on her voice.
“Wouldn’t it be weird? We are friends but not go-to-Paris-for-holidays kind of friends.” I said.

“Ask!Ask!Ask!” She said.

“Ok. I’ll pay him a visit today.” I sighed.

“Have fun sweetheart!” She said before hanging up.

~Later that day ~

My heart was racing while I was waiting for Peter to open the door. When he finally did, I was welcomed by his smile.

“How can I help you?” He asked.

“We are friends right?” I said. I mentally slapped myself. Why did I have to be so awkward around him?

He looked at me amused and then let out a smile laugh. “Yes.”

“Because I have this extra ticket for France I thought that maybe you would like to accompany me.” I said tripping in some words but managing to end my sentence.

“Why me?” He raised a brow.

“I thought you would like it.” I said

“Ok. When will we leave?” He asked.

“Next weekend.”

“Fine. See you then.” He winked, making me blush even more.


I was carrying my suitcase through the airport. I saw Peter already waiting for me on the couch in the lounge. He got up and we passed the gates to get in the plane. After we found our places an awkward silence fell over us.

“So… have you been with a plane before?” I asked trying to make conversation.

“A few times, you?” He answered.

“Nope. First time.” I answered.

“You nervous?” He smirked.

“Not at all.” I said.

“Liar.” He laughed a little and grabbed my hand while the plane took off. During the flight we had little chit chats over various subjects

“Do you usually leave Beacon Hills for Christmas?” He asked

“No… I wanted to do something different this year. Something that I’ll remember forever, you know?” I answered.

“You think this will be a good memory?” Peter smirked.

“I hope so.” I smiled. “How do you usually spend Christmas?” I asked.

“Alone, in my apartment, enjoying a book and some coffee.” He said.


“We used to celebrate it in family before the fire.” He added and looked on the opposite direction.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make you sad.” I said and touched his arm.

“Don’t worry for me. I’m ok.” He said. After a few more hours we finally landed. The airport was beautifully decorated for Christmas.

“Let me help you.” Peter said while picking my suitcase.

“Thank you.” I said.

On the way to the hotel, we admired the city. From time to time, whenever he said a joke, I leaned on his shoulder without noticing.

“I can’t wait to reach the hotel and leave the luggage. Then we can visit the town.” I squealed.

“Aren’t you tired?” He laughed when he saw how enthusiast I was.

“Nope.” I said. But as I admired the whole scenery my eyelids grew heavier and I fell asleep.

“Y/N.” I felt someone shaking me.

“What?” I said in a low voice.

“We’re here.” I looked around me and noticed that I was resting against Peter. I quickly got up and apologized.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I told you you are tired.” He winked, making me blush a little.

Luckily, the hotel was in the heart of the city so we had an amazing view from the room.

“I’d love to stay here forever.” I said while looking through the giant window.

He came closer. “Me too.” He said, looking at me. I could feel his eyes slowly observing each one of my moves as I turned around.

“Do you want to go out and have a walk through the city?” I asked.

“Sure.” Peter said and grabbed his jacket.

The little streets of Paris were from a fairytale. There were Christmas lights in every window, carols could be heard from every place, happy people were walking down with present bags or just holding hands with their loved ones. The delicious smell of pastry. I see a few snowflakes starting to fall and suddenly I felt Peter’s hands wrapping around my waist. I didn’t even looked at him but instead I let my head lean on his shoulder.

“We should come here more often.” He said.

I laughed. “Yeah, we should.”

“Let’s see what’s in that shop.” I said and caught his hand. I think this little shop had everything you needed for Christmas: decorations, sweets, clothes, music, books.

“Ohhhh, please try this.” I was holding a head band with reindeer antlers.

“No.” He said sternly.

“I promise I won’t tell. It will be our little secret, please. I whined.

He sighed and took them. I couldn’t hold my laughter when I saw how he looks like.

“Can I take a picture?” I giggled.

“Do that and you will pay for the rest of your life.” He said.

“The big bad reindeer is angry?” I teased him.

He shook his head and let out a small laugh.

After buying some stuffs for the pack, we returned to the hotel.

“Paris is amazing.” I said.

“I agree. Even more amazing if you have good company.” He winked, making me blush.  I was looking at him , slowly getting lost in his eyes. When I noticed him leaning I panicked and I made some steps back.

“We should visit Eiffel Tower tomorrow. I love the view from here but it would be more special to be right next to it.” I said trying to fill the silence between us.

He came closer. I didn’t have where to go because my back hit the wall.

“Can you stop talking for a second and let me kiss you?” He said and put his hand on the small of my back, pulling me closer to his body. The moment his lips touched mine I felt as if I was flying. My dream came true. My crush kissed me and it all happened in the city of love. Our lips moved in sync, while his right hand find it’s way on my cheek, slowly caressing the skin. When we stopped he rested his forehead against mine and whispered.

“I’m done pretending.”

“Pretending what?” I asked, barely above a whisper.

“That I am not in love with you.” Peter confessed.


An AU for the Kingsman Winter Fluff Fest.

It was silly to listen the radio like how he did. What person under the age of 50 would be listening to BBC Radio 4 and a history of espionage in popular culture. But Eggsy had been laid up during training, slipped on some black ice. So he was having a small break from the marines. And bored out his mind. So Mum had dropped a radio on his stomach to occupy his time. Only most stations were bloody Christmas music and his ipod had died a sad death. So talk radio and most of it was shite and then this voice. This goddamn, soothing and yet fierce Scottish voice. It should have been dry, boring, but he was seductive, like he was speaking just for Eggsy. And the material was pretty interesting.

Then a few weeks into recovery, but still not well enough to go back to training, that voice said. “We at the station thank ye for listening and are hoping we could ask a few of your to volunteer with some of our Christmas fundraising drives. We are looking for people to wrap gifts, sort food stuffs dropped off and the like. Ye can send a message to station manager Harry Hart if ye are interesting. Until next time, this is Merlin leaving you to the news.”

Eggsy perked up a little, it would be something to do. And perhaps he could meet Merlin. He had searched online and read people gushing about his programs, wondering if you could get pregnant just from listening to him (and Eggsy thought you just might the voice was that sexy), but there weren’t any photos. He had left a message on Merlin’s page saying how much he had been enjoying the program but never heard back - not that he expected to, there were hundreds of similar messages.

Eggsy sent an email to Harry Hart explaining that he was a laid up Marine in training and was going mental at home and if they had a job that involved sitting still, he would be happy to do it.

It didn’t take long for a response and Harry asked him to stop by the station as soon as possible. Eggsy begged Jamal for a ride and it took a bit to navigate with the crutches but soon enough he was meeting the station manager. Who was right fit and in a fancy suit. “Hello sir, hope I can help, good at sort stuff, might not be the best with ribbon, but I expect I can sort it easily enough. Mostly just happy to get out of the house.”

“I can quite understand.” Harry said with a smile. “Now, criminal record?”

“Nothing after being a minor. Can’t and join the marines.” Eggsy said. “Took night classes, worked tables, factories and stuff and then joined up.”

“And you need to keep off the foot.”

“Damned black ice, slid, wrecked my tendons but good.”

“How are you with children?” Harry asked.

“Aces. Got a little sister, she’s the love of my life. Wanna see a photo?” Eggsy was reaching for his wallet.

“No, unnecessary, but I think you’ll do nicely. The suit comes with beard and padding. And the fake glasses should cover how young you are.”

Eggsy realized what he meant. “No.”

“Ho ho ho.” Harry said.

And three days later Eggsy found himself playing Santa. And would never admit how awesome it was. But the kids were so damn excited, and cute as all get. Eggsy tried to lower his voice a bit, make it deeper. There were giggles and serious faces, some terror that Eggsy soothed nice and easy. He was a hit.

Finally he was able to take a break and slowly made his way to wear Harry and a few volunteers had apple cider and hot chocolate. Harry was wearing an antler head band and clearly having a great time. The man beside him less so.

He was about the same age as Harry, and incredibly intense looking. The elf hat somehow made him look even a bit scarier. “Umm could I have a hot chocolate?” Eggsy asked.

“Aye.” The grumpy elf said and poured some out.

“Is there a straw?” He leaned forward. “I don’t want to pull down the beard any in case a kid were to see, don’t want to ruin the magic, you know?”

And oh, the grumpy elf had a nice smile. Like a really nice smile. 

“Aye, I think I can find ye something.” The man bent down and Eggsy realized something.

“Oh my god, you’re Merlin. I freaking love the spy history thing.” Eggsy said. Shit, dial it back man, Santa doesn’t fanboy. He quickly looked around but all the kids were by the tree, oohing over the lights.

“Thank ye.” The man handed him a straw. “I always wonder who actually listens, figured it was mostly people my father’s age.”

“Don’t yeah read the board on the blog? People are mad in love with your voice, like seriously.” Eggsy said. He smiled as a bit of colour rose on the man’s cheeks.

“Harry has banned me from the boards because I may have once gotten into a bit of a verbal scuffle with this one wanker Charlie over some historical facts.” Merlin admitted.

“Well trust me, your fans cover all age brackets.” Harry looked at the clock. “Santa would you be ready to read How the Grinch Stole Christmas now?”

“Sure thing. Though might perhaps go a little better, if perhaps some bloke with a killer voice read the Grinch’s lines.” Eggsy waggled his eyebrows, though it could be barely seen under the wig.

“I think that is an excellent idea.” Harry agreed. He glared at Merlin as the man started to protest. 

Eggsy couldn’t stop the laughter that rolled out when he realized Merlin was also wearing elf shoes. “He made me.” Merlin said glaring at his boss, who shooed them over to the kids.

They were a huge hit and a million photos were taken and by the end of it all Eggsy was exhausted. He stripped out of the costume and thanked Harry for the opportunity and began to limp out. He was regretting not bringing the crutches.

“Lad, let me help.” That gorgeous voice said. Eggsy felt an arm go around him, and help him down the stairs. “Let me call a cab.”

“Nah, tube is fine.” Eggsy said.

“It is certainly not.” Merlin protested. “Not with that limp. I’ll drive ye home.” Merlin offered and wouldn’t here no. They talked the whole way home, like they had known each other for years.

“Ye know lad, it did come out quite nice us reading together. Would ye perhaps mind if we recorded it for air? We would pay you of course.”

“Your shitting me. Me record with you? But you’re like famous and stuff.” Eggsy was gobsmacked.

“Only to a very small and nerdy group.” Merlin said with a laugh. “Still I think it would be a nice Christmas treat for listeners. Here’s my number, maybe we could have coffee or dinner and talk about it?”

Eggsy was confused by the look on the man’s face. It was hopeful. Like he was flirting or something. With Eggsy.

“Wot, you mean like dinner, or dinner dinner?” Eggsy asked. 

“Ah. Forgive me. I perhaps mistook the situation a little.”

“No!” Eggsy said, voice loud in the car. “I mean. because if it’s a date, that would be good. I could do a date.”

Merlin smiled. “Well then perhaps ye give me a call sometime then.”

“I can do that.”

The next day Eggsy was listening to Merlin on the radio and as the man signed off he added. “I hope all you listeners have sent your letters to Santa out, because the big day is coming soon. I know I did. My list was simple. A phone call is what I really want this Christmas.” 

Eggsy smiled and picked up the card he had left on the table.