It is wise to write on many subjects, to try many themes, that so you may find the right and inspiring one. Be greedy of occasions to express your thought. Improve the opportunity to draw analogies. There are innumerable avenues to a perception of the truth. Improve the suggestion of each object however humble, however slight and transient the provocation… Probe the universe in a myriad points. Be avaricious of these impulses. You must try a thousand themes before you find the right one, as nature makes a thousand acorns to get one oak. He is a wise man and experienced who has taken many views; to whom stones and plants and animals and a myriad objects have each suggested something, contributed something.
A/N: This got long. I’m not sorry. Thank you @malindacath for the traditions idea!
You knock on the door and it only takes a second for it to swing open. Aaron is standing there with a grin on his face and a Santa hat slightly askew.
“Merry Christmas Aaron.” You tell him with a laugh. You go to enter the house when he stops you with a held up hand. You furrow your brow at him and he points up at the ceiling. “Low blow Rossi!” You call and you hear him laugh from the other side of the wall. “What would you have done if it was someone else who opened the door?”
“Penelope opened it for me. She and Sam are already here.”
“Are you trying to make me jealous?” You tease quietly and he grins before pulling you to him and covering your mouth with his. Most of the team doesn’t know about your relationship, Rossi does but only because he can read Aaron so well and JJ caught you kissing once.
“Let’s get you inside and warmed up.” He says letting you cross the threshold. “I can bring your bag up to our room if you want.”
“Me, you and Jack?”
“No, Jack, Henry and Kai are sharing a room.”
“So are we telling the team?”
“If you want to.” You nod and his face breaks out in a smile. “Good.”
JJ and her family show up soon after you did. Henry comes barreling into the house and thunders up the stairs in his excited search for Jack. Derek and Savannah aren’t long after, their toddler Hank squealing excitedly. Spencer shows up with the girl he’s been dating Sarah. The party gets loud quickly, with your whole team, your families, Rossi’s daughter and her family, it’s chaotic.
“Alright.” Rossi says with a grin clinking his fork on his glass to quiet your rowdy group. “I want to thank you all for spending Christmas Eve here with me and my family. Now that we’ve had drinks and snacks I’d like to start my family tradition. Every year on Christmas Eve my family would have a cocktail hour followed by A White Christmas. But before that I know that Hotch has a tradition he and Jack do. Hotch?”
“Yes, Jack could you go get the supplies?” His son nods and takes off at a sprint up the stairs. “Every year Jack and I make a Christmas ornament for each other so we’re going to hand out ornaments with someone else’s name on them. You get to decorate the ornament any way you want.” Jack comes down with the bin and everyone gets an ornament. You’ve been given Joy’s, you start the Garcia family tradition while you’re all working. Watching the classic Christmas movies, Rudolf, The Grinch, Frosty the Snowman. You all sing along when you know the words and talk quietly over the movies.
When you’re all finished with your ornaments you leave them to dry and head outside to play in the snow, Spencer’s request. Of course Derek starts a snowball fight and a half hour later you all head back into the house soaking wet and laughing.
“Alright, let’s split off and put on some dry clothes, pajamas, and we can give out our ornaments then watch White Christmas.” JJ says peeling the wet coat off of her younger son.
“Before we watch the movie could we do my tradition?” You ask softly.
“Oh of course.” JJ says gathering up as many wet coats as she can. Rossi takes the rest and the two of them head down to the laundry room while the rest of you head up to change and you grab the key. Meeting all back at the tree you unveil the key.
“This, is a magic key.” You tell the group of five little boys, “This key will open any door so that Santa can get in when the fireplace is too hot or fake.” You explain. “We need to hang it on the front door and Santa will leave the key on the tree after he uses it.”
“But what if someone else comes in with the key?” Jack asks.
“Ah! I was hoping someone would ask that.” You say with a grin, “Only Santa can use the key. Do you want to test it on the door?” He nods and you hand over the key. He goes to the door and can’t get the key to fit and a smile lights his face.
“Can I hang it?” You nod and he does before shutting and locking Rossi’s front door.
“Alright. It’s time to give our ornaments and then hang them on the tree.” Aaron says and you all follow him back to the kitchen. You give Joy her brightly colored ornament and receive a tight hug back. Everyone hangs their ornament but you still don’t have yours. You don’t want to say anything, maybe someone was embarrassed about what it looked like but once everyone has settled down Aaron takes your hand.
“I have your ornament.” He says, the room goes silent as your team, your family, watches him present it to you. It’s not very elaborate but has four beautifully written words on it. You go to look up at him but are startled to find him on his knee in front of you.
“Hell yes.” You check the yes box on the ornament before hanging it on the tree. Your team collectively looses their minds. Aaron kisses you and slides the ring on your finger before you’re pulled away from one another to receive hugs and kisses from everyone in the room.
After the excitement dies down you curl up next to Aaron on the couch, Jack leaning against your other side. You sigh happily and look at the ornament Aaron had made for you. The black outlined gold letters sparkle against the lights of the tree.
Will you marry me?
This is one Christmas tradition that you’re going to continue for a long time.
Based on the prompt by @cs-prompts:
two am and we’re standing outside of our apartment building because someone
pulled the fire alarm. You look cold and haven’t got a coat - do you want
to share my blanket?
After he got home from
a tiring day (and evening) of work at the docks he’d only just managed
to take a shower and throw on some flannel pants before collapsing on
his bed and falling alseep.
Now, he found himself standing
out in the bloody cold across the street from his new appartment
building, surrounded by his fellow residents. The building’s fire alarm
had send everyone outside in the dead of night. Killian, as he’d been
drilled to do by his brother, did not waste any time on getting dressed
or gathering his valuables - it’s not like he was so sentimental anyway.
However, he did make a stop at the appartment next door, where he knew a
woman, a beautiful woman to be exact and her son lived. Finding
that the door was slightly open, but that his worries were not quite yet
setteled, Killian knocked on the door and took a quick look inside.
Satisfied that his neighbour and her lad had obviously fled the
building, Killian found his own way outside.
Swan was pissed. You would think that people would know better than to
pull the fire alarm for no reason at 2 am. It’s illegal, annoying and
most of all, a very stupid thing to do in the appartment complex where
the town’s deputy lived. Emma Swan was not on duty tonight however,
which is why she found herself waiting until Storybrooke’s fire
department finally cleared the building so she could go back inside.
mom, are you gonna arrest the bad guys that pulled the fire alarm?
Maybe it was that grumpy looking man from downstairs’ whispered Henry.
‘I don’t know kid, I don’t think Leroy is usually awake this time of
night. But I’m gonna let your uncle David handle this one. As soon as we
can get back inside, we’re going back to sleep.’ Seemingly satisfied
with that answer, Henry nodded and looked around for a bit. ‘Hey mom,
isn’t that our neighbour Killian?, he looks cold don’t you think?’.
Emma looked over to who Henry was referring too, the hot british guy,
who’d been greeting her with a series of ‘goodmorning love’s ever since
he moved in two weeks ago.
He definitely seems like a decent
guy, which is good, but Emma decided that she does not have the time for
anything as distracting as her hot neighbour. Now mister piercing blue
eyes was standing there out in the cold, shirtless, and with the most
adorable pyjama pants on. Not realising she’d been staring, Emma quickly
turned her head & attention away from him when he sent her a smirk
and a raised eyebrow, as if to say ‘See something you like, love?’ After
a few moments, Emma came to her senses. ‘Wait, how do you know his name
is Killian?’. ‘I introduced myself’ said Henry simply. ‘According to
aunt Mary Margaret we should be nice to our neighbours. Besides, he and
Mary Margaret know eachother’.
Emma hadn’t know that piece
of information, but it didn’t change the fact she doesn’t like her son
talking to strangers, seemingly having picked up on Mary Margaret’s
& David’s tendency to only see the good in people. Emma couldn’t deny that it was awfully cold though. It was wintertime in Maine after all. Figuring her hot neighbour, Killian, at least didn’t deserve to catch hypothermia, Emma made a quick decision and made her way over.
startled when he suddenly heard a soft, ‘uhm hi’ coming from next to
him. Standing there was his beautiful, blonde and usually though looking
neighbour, wrapped in a big fuzzy blanket. ‘Hello love, are you quite
alright? I’m glad no harm has come to you or your boy’ ‘Yeah, we’re
fine. Actually, Henry noticed you must be pretty cold without a coat and
all, so I figured we can share my blanket. Just for warmth though,
don’t get any ideas. - And I’m not your love’ A bit surprised, but
none the less touched by her offer, Killian replied ‘Why thank you
love.. eh lass, if it’s not too much trouble, I could certainly use a
little warmth. You don’t have to worry about me, I am a gentleman after
‘I’m Emma by the way. Emma Swan’ ‘Swan, I’m Killian Jones, at your service’
The diner was crowded with familiar faces. People you have grown up with. Everyone knew one another, it was a great little community.
You and your best friend decided to have a little study session before class next week.
“This is stupid.” Amaya muttered.
You were nose deep in your book, feeling your head begin to pound. This was starting to give you a head ache, and all you wanted to do was sleep. “I give up.” You exhaled.
In the booth next to you, David sat with his son.
“Are you excited for school tomorrow?” He smiled.
You were chuckling with Amaya beside him. And he wasn’t able to help but glance over from time to time.
The first time he saw you, he felt his breath hitch. You were beautiful, breathtaking actually. And David was hooked from that moment on.
Henry shrugged his shoulders, and nodded his head. “I guess so. Kind of nervous.”
David furrowed his brows, leaning over the table. He glanced back at you, then met Henry’s gaze. “You’re going to do great. And I promise you, this is the last time we are moving.”
Henry flashed a smile, happy to hear those words fall from his fathers lips. He has been to 5 schools in 2 years, and honestly, he was beginning to dread it.
“In that case-” Henry muttered. “Maybe I can finally get a bike?”
David let out a soft chuckle, and nodded his head. “We will see. But most likely, yes.”
Amaya made her way to the bathroom, leaving you alone in the booth. You decided to take a small little break from studying, and enjoy the cup of coffee.
You glanced around the diner, until you met a pair of beautiful blue eyes.
David was taken aback, feeling his stomach flutter. He couldn’t believe just how beautiful you are.
You’ve never seen him before. His face was unfamiliar, mysterious, and yet inviting. You wanted to know him. Wanted to stare at every feature of his face.
But as the sound of the door opening from across the way, you snapped out of your trance and flashed a shy smile.
David felt the blood rush to his cheeks and forced to glance away. Hoping you wouldn’t notice.
“Dad!” Henry squeaked. “Did you hear me?”
David cleared his throat, and focused on his son. “Sorry, I didn’t. What happened?”
“I was wondering if maybe we could go to the town party tomorrow?” He pointed at a flyer that displayed on the wall.
“Yea, sure. Sounds fun.” He smiled.
You kept your gaze on the stranger. Absentmindedly nibbling on your lower lip. He was so attractive. From the way his hair stood up, to the way his shirt caressed his body. You were definitely drawn to him.
And though you couldn’t help but think of his appearance, you also couldn’t help but wonder who he was.
Gillian and David were at it again yesterday on Twitter ;)
David is pictured with Kit Harington (aka Jon Snow from ‘Game of Thrones’) and Gillian is pictured with Chris Evans (aka ‘Captain America’) and Henry Cavill (aka ‘Superman’ in ‘Man of Steel’ and ‘Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice’)