that twitcam with Harry in the Santa hat where he goes from just sitting there to beaming like the sun when he starts talking about Louis and how he wrapped Louis’ present himself……… that’s the true meaning of Christmas
Nico glanced up from his pillow at a very bright Will wearing a Christmas sweater and a Santa hat.
“Wiiiiiillllll,” Nico groaned, burying his face in the bed once more, “Its November 1st. Halloween literally just ended.”
“Exactly, which means it’s time to get some Christmas cheer in this apartment,” Will declared, shoving Nico off the bed.
“Will! That hurt!” Nico rubbed his shoulder.
“Well then let me help you up,” Will extended his hand and Nico grabbed it only to be quickly pulled into a kiss which happened so fast and ended so soon that the only way Nico knew it occurred was the blush that covered his face.
“Are you in the Christmas spirit now?” Will whispered in Nico’s ear.
Nico could only nod meekly as he was led into the living room. A tree was already set up in the corner, surrounded by boxes of decorations.
Nico walked over to the tree and plucked at the fake needles, “Why can’t we get a real tree?” He complained.
“Because the ornaments never stay on and it makes a mess that I end up cleaning,” Will answered, pulling garland out of a package.
Nico decided not to put up a fight and merely nodded. The couple spent most of the morning decorating the tree and untangling lights. Nico had gone into the kitchen for a glass of water when he heard a shout from them other room.
“NICO COME QUICK!!!!”
Nico rushed into the room to see Will standing by the window.
“What? What’s wrong?” Nico grabbed Will’s face and looked him all over, “Are you hurt? Did you cut yourself with the wrapping paper again?”
“No dummy, it’s snowing!” Will pointed to the street outside, covered in a white blanket of powder.
“Come on let’s go outside!” Will slipped on his shoes and yanked a sweatshirt over Nico’s head before bursting out the front door and running for the snow drifts. He didn’t get far though before slipping on the side walk and falling on his butt.
Nico burst out laughing, “You should watch where you step Will!” He said, walking towards said boyfriend, “it’s slip-” and then Nico fell too, landing on top of Will.
“Sorry Will,” Nico muffled from where his face was in Will’s jacket.
“It’s okay, it’s not like you aren’t on top of me every night,” Will said with all seriousness.
Nico’s head shot up from Will’s chest with a horrified look on his face, “Will!”
Will laughed and pulled Nico in for another kiss, “It’s okay though cause I like it,” He assured him.
“That does make it okay I guess,” Nico replied, kissing Will one more time as snow began to fall around them.
‘I guess Christmas isn’t so bad after all,’ Nico thought.
The bar was nearly empty and Will was thankful that finally he could hear himself think. He had taken the Christmas shift again this year since all the lonely drinkers seemed to come out wanting a sympathetic ear and always had very generous wallets.
There was an hour left before close and nearing two a.m. when he walked in, a Santa hat askew on his head and a confident swagger in his step.
“A glass of red burgundy, please.”
Will blinked. The bottle had been a running joke since he’d worked here. No one would ever order it but it had been here since its opening or so he’d been told.
“Um…we only sell that by the bottle.”
The man smiled and said, “Then give me the bottle.”
Will frowned. “It’s $15,000.”
The man took out his wallet and handed Will a credit card. He looked at the name: Hannibal Lecter. He put it through and it instantly was approved. He uncorked the bottle and poured it into a wine glass. “Kind of an expensive Christmas present to yourself, Hannibal.”
Hannibal laughed, taking the glass and sipping it slowly. “I have no one else to buy for, “he eyed Will’s name tag,“Will.”
“No girlfriend? Boyfriend? Family?”
Hannibal shook his head. “It is just myself and no one else.”
He sipped the Burgundy slowly for the next half hour, saying nothing and watching Will like a hawk the entire time he cleaned up the bar.
There was one other patron sitting in the far back that came up to pay his tab, tipping his hat to Will and leaving him with no tip. He sighed, knowing that it happened more often than not but tonight nearly everyone had.
Hannibal asked suddenly, “Is something the matter?”
Will shrugged. “Got stiffed for a tip. It happens, but tonight this is the first one.”
“I will be tipping you, Will, do not worry.”
Will laughed, “You paid fifteen grand for that bottle. What you’re gonna tip me three thousand dollars?”
“I will tip you as I see fit. As I’ve said, there is no one but myself to spend my money on. To enjoy your company and view your beautiful countenance for this past half hour has been worth every penny.”
Will blushed, wiping the counter. “I haven’t really been the best company, you’re not like the others. They usually want to talk, you haven’t said a word.”
“Sometime of the time just another person in the room is company enough for me.”
Will nodded, “I…yeah I get that.”
“Do you have a significant other in your life or family to spend Christmas with?”
Will shook his head. “I have dogs.”
Hannibal smiled. “They are very significant in your life.”
Will nodded, “There’s seven of them so it takes up a lot of my time.”
Hannibal’s eyes widened slightly as he laughed, “Seven?” before he took out a pack of cigarettes, stopping himself. “Do you mind?”
Will frowned, looking outside. The snow was coming down hard and the bar didn’t generally allow smoking inside after the ban. But just one wouldn’t hurt.
Hannibal lit his cigarette and inhaled, closing his eyes before letting it out.
“It has been nearly two years since I’ve had one and it still feels like I never stopped.”
Will frowned. “Why start again?”
He smiled. “It is the anniversary of my family’s deaths. I smoke one each year for each of them. This one is for my sister.”
Will swallowed. “I’m sorry.”
“It has been a very long time but I still feel the loss like it was yesterday. There is no need for you to apologize, but thank you for the sentiment.”
Will put a hand on Hannibal’s where it sat on the bar. “Still, I’m sorry. It’s hard to lose anyone but to lose everyone? I can’t even imagine.”
Hannibal turned his palm up and intertwined his fingers with Will’s own. “I was quite young when it occurred, but the significance to my life was staggering.”
Will ran his thumb over Hannibal’s finger and said, “My father died when I was in high school, but it wasn’t…how did they die?”
Hannibal sighed, squeezing Will’s hand as he confessed, “They were murdered by men that broke into our home. I woke up when I heard the screams.”
Will leaned in closer. “Oh god, Hannibal I’m so sorry.”
Hannibal said, “So am I. My life would’ve been different if I’d only woken up sooner.”
“No you can’t think that, you were young there was nothing you could’ve done.”
He smiled at Will, bringing Will’s hand to his lips. “I am very lucky that you were here this late night, Will.”
Will smiled. “Yeah, I’m starting to think I am too.”
When they kissed it was so soft that Will hungered for more as Hannibal pulled away. “Perfection.”
Will laughed, shaking his head. “Can I ask you something?”
“Why the hat?”
Hannibal smirked. “I took it off the person I killed before coming here.”
Will laughed, “Yeah, sure. No really.”
Hannibal laughed. “What makes you not believe I could be a killer?”
Will shook his head still smiling. “You’re not a killer, most killers keep their confessions to themselves. At least the smart ones do.”
Hannibal squeezed his fingers again, bringing Will’s hand to his lips once more. “I am quite a smart killer. No one would ever suspect me.”
Will laughed. “And why is that?”
“No one ever suspects the killer with the sad past, the young good looking one who is very social but always alone.”
Will said, still smiling, “That should be the one they suspect most of all.”
Hannibal nodded, “Clever boy,” he praised, running his fingers over Will’s hand, “Do you still not believe me?
Will’s smile fell. “Hannibal this isn’t funny.”
Hannibal was no longer smiling either. “I am not laughing, Will. Do I look like I am laughing?”
“I’ve had Skyrim since its release, and every year since 2011 during Christmas time I put that festive looking red hat in my followers inventory and make them equip it so it’s like I have my own little Santa following me around and helping me kill stuff. Every. Single. Year. I imagine Marcurio absolutely despises me for doing so.“
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Plot: It was your first Christmas with your boyfriend, Thomas, in your new home.
Characters: Thomas Brodie-Sangster, Lilly Ann Lovegood
Word Count: 3,363
“Thomas, its Christmas eve can’t we just stay home?” I moan as Thomas pushes me to get ready. He picked out the dress he begged me to wear, admittedly out my own wardrobe so that wasn’t a complete disaster. He was ready to go and was standing at the door shouting up to me to hurry up. I put in my last earring, just a stud – I’ve always thought dangling ones felt too heavy on my small ears – and hurried downstairs only to be met with a very handsome looking Thomas.
“You clean up nicely,” I teased, grinning like a Cheshire cat. He took a quick bow and linked his arm with mine, romantically hurrying me out the door to the car.
“Not too bad yourself,” he teased back and got into the driver’s side on the car. “It’s a definite change from jogging bottoms and messy buns stuffing your face with pizza,” he laughed and so did I.
“Hey, you ticked the terms and conditions when you asked me to move in with you.”
“Unfortunately I didn’t read them,” I let out a small gasp and slapped Thomas’ arm. He yelped and stroked his arm with the other hand pretending as though it actually hurt.
“Both hands on wheel,” I pointed out and he immediately returned back to his previous position. I giggled and made a whipping noise with my mouth. He turned his head and stuck his tongue out at me. We drove in a comfortable silence for about 10 minutes until what he said clicked. “Wait,” I blurted out, Thomas quickly glanced at me. “You’re telling me that if you read my terms and conditions you wouldn’t have asked me to move in?” the defensive tone in my voice was becoming more evident even though I knew it was a joke.
“Of course not,” he voice softened and took one hand off the steering wheel to connect it with mine, telling that I got offended by his earlier comment. “I was joking, I wouldn’t change you for the world,” I looked at him and his smiled melted my heart even though he was looking at the road instead of me. He stroked my hand with his thumb then held back onto the steering wheel once again. “Anyway, if you didn’t eat like a pig, who would order two 16” pizzas to share between two people?”
“No one,” I answered simply, smiling at him like a dork. He smiled back, showing off his pearly whites. “So, Thomas, where are we actually going?”
“Now that, my dear, is a secret.”
It was only around ten minutes later that we pulled up into some fancy looking restaurant. I’d never heard of it before, despite it being only twenty-five minutes down the road. Thomas grinned at me again and stepped out the car; he then came round to the passenger side and opened the door for me, gesturing for me to step out. I did so, taking his hand in the process, and he led me into the restaurant.
It was a small restaurant with a homely feel, as soon as we stepped in we were met by a young, peppy waitress that led us to two single sofas to sit down and offered us a drink. I ordered a coke, whilst Thomas had lager, only one for the night as he was driving. The waitress came back, handing us our drinks and two menus and a wine list. After thanking her she left us alone. Thomas linked his hand with mine and smiled simply at me.
There were various picture frames dotted around the place; they were taken when the restaurant was first built, according to the pictures it used to be a cafe. There were various Christmas decorations around too; Santa Clause coasters and dancing snowmen were the first things that came to eye.
“Look how big that tree is,” Thomas said, pointing towards the bar area and the Christmas tree that stood before it. We couldn’t see the top as the wall came down blocking our view. Mine and Thomas’ tree wasn’t that good, but it was good enough for the Christmas spirit. The baubles we could see were red, matching the tartan carpet and the tartan apron the waitress was wearing. I remember having the same job when I was her age – she couldn’t have been much older than sixteen.
“How’d you find this place?” I asked Thomas after the waitress had come and taken our order. I ordered a melon for start and Thomas had chicken liver pate, then for mains we both had Turkey, I was looking forward to that, I’m starving!
“We came here when I was a kid, only a couple of times but I remember it being one of the best places I’ve ever eaten at,” I could only hope that times hadn’t changed, because with Thomas promising to cook Christmas dinner tomorrow, this might be the only nice piece of Turkey I get this year. He’d cooked a few times since we’ve moved in but usually I do it, but he insisted so I obliged.
A few moments later the waitress came back telling us our table was ready and offering to carry our drinks, we both refused to give the poor girl a break and carried them ourselves. We walked past another couple that came in after us sat down in a double sofa, then into the bar where the Christmas tree came into full view. The bar lady said hello and offered to take our coats, we both agreed, putting our drinks down onto a small, round glass table on top of a coaster. Thomas helped with my coat, then handed them both over to the lady who hung them up for us. We picked up our drinks and went through into the dining room, already in there was a table of about seven; I really hoped they wouldn’t be noisy.
We sat down opposite each other at a table next to a lit fire; it was nice and warm, cosy even. Thomas reached over the table to grab my hand once again, I didn’t pull away, his touch gave me a nice warm feel and I never wanted him to let go. The waitress came over again, a different one this time but still around the same age, and put down both mine and Thomas’ starter in front of us. I ordered another drink, a lime and lemonade this time, Thomas had the same. She walked off and we began our meal, the waitress later coming back with the drinks. She was about to walk off when she paused and looked back at us.
“You’re Thomas Sangster, right?” Her voice had the edge of a childish tone. There was always one person who recognised the famous Thomas Brodie-Sangster. Thomas put down his fork on his plate and answered simply, “the one and only,” which made me giggle a little. The girl looked as though she was going to scream, though I couldn’t blame her, I do have my own personal celebrity crushes.
“It was nice to meet you,” she managed to maintain her dignity, “and enjoy your meal,” she smiled and waved a little at Thomas before escorting herself out the small dining room. Thomas and I burst into giggles once she had left.
“That was cute,” I spoke, remembering the days I used to be the same. To be honest, if I met my celebrity crush I would not be able to play it as cool as her.
“I love meeting fans, just didn’t expect to meet one here,” he had a point, in a restaurant as small as this one, which by the looks of things only attracts to older people, it wasn’t the first place to expect a fan of Thomas.
We finished our starters and the waitress cleared the table, bringing out the mains no more than five minutes later. Just before they arrived Thomas got up to go to the toilet, and returned just before the mains were brought out. We were in the middle of eating when Thomas stopped and put his fork on the plate. I looked up at him, blue eyes meeting brown and smiled. His face mirrored mine.
“I know we said that we weren’t doing a Christmas eve present, but this one is sort of special,” I rolled my eyes, remembering that Thomas and I said we’d wait until Christmas day to open any presents. He pulled something out of his pocket, though I never got a glance of what it was. “I was going to wait until tomorrow but thought that was a little cheesy. So,” Thomas stood out his seat, moving around the table closer to me. He grabbed my hand, a small velvet box in the other and got down on one knee. I brought my free hand up to my mouth, pure shock. Someone from the other table of seven had noticed Thomas’s gesture, so the whole table silenced in order to watch, almost as if we were some kind of television show. The same happened with the table of two that had just walked in, even the waitress who brought them in stopped to watch. Though I was unaware of the people around me, eyes only focused on Thomas.
Thomas, how beautiful he really was. He brown eyes shone like a thousand stars, glistening against the fire light. His lips were on odd pink colour, the kind you really only see with lipstick on, though it suited him all the same. His hair had been neatly styled, a change from his usual bed head mess, though he can literally run his hand through his dark blond locks and it looks like a stylist had spent hours on it.
“Lilly Ann Lovegood, will you do the honour of taking my hand in marriage?” It was almost as if the whole world had stopped and stared at them. In that moment nothing mattered but us two. It was like the world wouldn’t go on if I didn’t say yes. But of course I’m going to say yes. My heart pounded fast, my breathing sped up and I barely found the word.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes, of course I would, Thomas,” I jumped out of my chair to hug him, and he rose from his kneel with me in his arms. I pulled away giving him a sloppy kiss, I heard a slight clapping in the background but ignored it. It was just Thomas and I. Me and Thomas. That was all that mattered now. He slid the diamond ring onto my left ring finger and hugged me again, whispering “I love you,” into my ear and I whispered it back. He pulled away first, wiping my eyes where the tears of happiness had fell, and fixed my make up for me.
“I don’t even know why you wear that stuff, Lil, you don’t need it,” I just smiled even more, and laughed off his compliment. The one thing boys will never understand is why girls where make up, so I tend just to shake it off whenever he brings it up. We both sat back down, eating our dinner, every now and again looking up at each other and smiling like dorks.
Thomas brought down a load of blankets from upstairs, two pillows and piled them on the sofa whilst I made us a hot chocolate. We decided that once we got home, a newly engaged couple would do nothing but watch films until we fall asleep. Once we was all cosy, the fire lit and hot chocolates made and comfy in our make-shift bed we starting debating about a film. Usually Thomas and I have a very similar taste; still it takes us at least an hour for us to pick what we want.
We were searching through the films on Catch Up TV when a film popped into my bed. “Love Actually,” I blurted out, hoping Thomas would agree. Thomas shifted uncomfortably and let out a moan.
“You want to watch 12-year-old me in Love Actually,” I nodded and looked up at him.
“Pleaseeeeee,” I begged. “I love that film and we haven’t watched any Christmas films yet!” I pushed.
“Fine, we’ll watch that,” he moaned and so we did. I cuddled up to him more as he put on the film. We sat on watched it, then when finished put on The Polar Express – my favourite Christmas film. We watched films until we fell asleep just like we promised.
It was Thomas that shook me awake the next morning, buzzing around saying “It’s Christmas!” The little boy in him was coming out once again. I laughed at his enthusiasm; I was going to happily marry that. By the time I had stood up, Thomas was already at the Christmas tree, – a Santa hat perched on top of his messy blond hair - with Christmas songs playing from the TV, picking out presents that were addressed to the both of us.
He organised them into messy piles, those for him, those for me and those for the both of us whilst I made us a cup of tea. We finally settled down and began to present opening, promising to open the ones from each other last.
Four packs of chocolate each, three lots of pyjamas off Mum, a mug from my cousin, a t shirt saying “Worlds okayest Sister” from my brother, Jack, a couple pairs of shoes and a bracelet later, we were ready to open each others. Neatly wrapped in silver and gold wrapping paper were Thomas’ from me, and red wrapping paper with Santa Clause on messily wrapped up were mine from Thomas. We delved into the excitement of each other’s present. I personally had no idea what he was planning and I was sort of hoping the same. I hadn’t brought him much as I don’t have that much money, but he always told me it’s the thought that counts.
I picked up the smallest present first because the small ones are usually the best. Thomas did the same, picking up one so thin it looked like I’d wrapped up paper in a small rectangle shape. We both unwrapped the present. My jaw dropped when I saw the necklace behind the wrapping, it was diamond – matching the engagement ring – in the shape of a kite. I was about to clip in on around my neck, but Thomas put down his present to grab it for me, moving my hair to the side and clipping it on at the back. I turned to face him, giving him a quick peck on the lips then returned back to opening my presents.
Thomas unwrapped his and found two tickets to go see Peter Pan live at the O2 academy in London. It was his favourite story of all time, the original and the Disney version and I could see the delight on his face when he saw what the tickets were for.
“I always said you were like Peter Pan, you don’t age,” which is true, Thomas still looks like he had when he was around sixteen, just a little bit taller.
“I do age, I just don’t look like I do,” he laughed and leaned over pulling me into a hug. “Thank you,” he whispered seductively in my ear before pulling away. “Now, the question is who would want to go see Peter Pan with me?” He teased, or at least I hoped he was teasing, it was also one of my favourite Pantomimes.
“Hmm, I have no idea,” I teased back. “Ooh, I know a great girl you’ll love her. She’s got brown hair, brown eyes around 5”6’, a fun, bubbly personality, a great boyfriend and Peter Pan is her favourite fiction story,” I described, the look of Thomas’ face was slight amusement.
“Sounds great, what’s her name?” He really was playing the game.
“Lilly Ann Lovegood, soon to be Sangster,” I laughed, wriggling my fingers in his face. He laughed too, grabbed my hand and kissed it.
“I’d love to take you.”
“I hope so because I really brought them for me, hoping you’d just tag along,” I joked and Thomas pushed me slightly and burst out laughing. I watched him, taking in him and all his beautiful. I always thought no one ever looked more beautiful than when they were laughing, the gesture itself had a sort of exotic feel to it and it was purely beautiful.
I carried on opening the presents from Thomas, and so did he. I got him little things like an aftershave that he likes and he got me perfume that I like, quite an expensive one too. I opened up a picture frame with a picture of me and him in it, laughing and walking. I remember it being taken; Thomas’ friend took it when we went to a theme park once. Not long after we first started dating, his friend likes to photograph people and said that “you can see the spark between you too even in a photograph,” which was quoted around the frame of the present. I wrapped arms around it and hugged it, treasuring it because it was beautiful and I couldn’t have asked for anything more. It was the sentimental things that I found I loved the most.
“You like it?” Thomas asked, noticing I’d stopped opening presents with only one left, Thomas had one left too. I nodded, a tear threatening to escape my eye – a happy tear of course. “I thought you might. I remember that photograph being taken like it was yesterday, and it was freezing that day I can tell you,” I laughed at Thomas’ talent to take away the sentimental value, but still I loved him all the same. I put the frame down beside me and leaped into Thomas’ arms, it took him by surprise but he quickly recovered, wrapping his arms around me. In that moment, I had never felt more safe and happy, and I only had to be in his arms.
I pulled away and without saying anything picked up the last present to open. Thomas did the same. His was a box that had to go under the tree first because it was so big. I could see the confusion on his face; he always tried to guess what it was before he opened them. After a long hard look at the wrapped up box, Thomas gave up and began to unwrap the present. I followed suit with mine.
What I unwrapped amazed me. It was a canvas, nothing too big and blank. I looked at Thomas with amazement. “Now you can put your drawings on a bigger scale,” was all he said and continued to unwrap his. I’ve always wanted to draw on a canvas and maybe get a published piece, but I’ve never had the support to actually go out and do it. Now, Thomas has not only given me a blank canvas but also his silent conformation that he thought I was good enough to put my work onto a canvas. That is what’s so special about this present.
He finally unwrapped his too, exposing a brown cardboard box that was bigger at the bottom and thinner towards the top. “What is it?” Thomas asked.
“Open it,” I said simply and he ran to the kitchen to get a pair of scissors. When he returned he cut open the cellotape, he practically tore open the box. Inside lay a acoustic guitar with a red base, the same one he’d been looking at in the guitar shop window for weeks. I never understand why he did buy it, maybe he had been hinting at me all this time, but regardless to that his face was priceless.
He leaned over to me, kissing me on the lips and then pulling my into a tight hug, the guitar resting between the two of us. We pulled away at the same time, beaming at each other.
“Merry Christmas Lilly,” Thomas spoke, his voice soft and gentle.
Poor Marvin! This guy came in last year with idiopathic acute polyradiculoneuritis, which is an uncommon condition that affects a dog’s spinal nerves and causes temporary but typically not permanent paralysis in all four legs. It probably is caused by a dog’s immune system attacking its own nerves. I can report that Marvin has made a full recovery! His owner sent me a picture of him at christmas up walking around with a Santa hat on of course!
Michelle in response to me asking if she’s updating on Christmas.
We get to see Ava absolutely destroy the SHIT out of Titan headquarters for Christmas. I’m imagining lava baby tramping around destroying everything wearing a Santa hat screaming “MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU LITTLE SHITS” and it makes me happy. I’m going to make that a thing in about ten minutes.
When I know something is wrong with me but I can’t quite figure out what
[Gif of a longhaired orange tabby cat with a small santa hat attached to the back of its head. It keeps turning its head from side to side and pawing at it with one foot, but the hat moves as soon as it tries to look it.]
This one is for @rithebard! Brilliant suggestion, dear!
You asked for Phryne and Jack singing at the piano in Santa hats, but in the spirit of overdoing it, your suggestion reminded me of the popular holiday song, “Baby’s, It’s Cold Outside”, and so I GIF’d them singing it. :D (Their mouths are clearly singing something else, but bear with me here. The imagination can be a powerful thing! :P).
And of course, since Phrack is a modern couple, the parts are reversed. Kinda reminds me of the JoGoLev and Lady Gaga version. It is incredibly believable that Phryne would be trying to get Jack to stay, and of course, Jack, being the overly gentlemanly gentleman, would be trying to do the noble thing and go home. Let’s hope Phryne wins this one!! ;)