the first day of December and Clarke isn’t feeling the Christmas spirit at all.
day was a mess, her socks are wet from the sludge that seeped into her boots
and if she hears another “Merry Christmas!” she’s going to deck someone with an
appropriate amount of joy.
just as someone dressed into a Santa suit stops to wish her happy holidays, she
spots it - a coffee shop, conveniently placed right on the corner. All of its
lights are pouring onto the pavement and to Clarke, who would do anything to
get warmed up, it looks like heaven.
rushes across the street, her nose seconds away from falling off and her
fingers chunks of ice but the moment she steps inside the Dropship Café it
feels like she’s been wrapped into a big hug.
place is brimming with people, students much like herself occupying the tables
next to electrical outlets and other sorts – some of them are quiet, some are
loud, but all the voices make for an excellent background noise.
Dropship Café feels like a coffee shop should – cheerful, warm and homey and so
she makes her way toward the counter, nearly stopping in her tracks as she
spots the barista. He’s beautiful in a way that makes her want to get out a
piece of paper and spend the whole evening sketching him. Messy curls brushing
the dimples in his cheeks, constellations of freckles and when he smiles at
her, the corners of his eyes crinkle.
welcome to the Dropship, can I take your order?”
[Images not mine. This fic was requested by Peaches aka the ever so lovely@queenofiinsanity I hope you all love it. This fic is mainly fluffy/cheesy nonsense with a sexy twist at the end. WARNING: MILD DADDY KINK Requests are always open! Xoxo, Doc]
“What’s this? What’s this?” I sang,
sliding down the hallway.
“There’s colour everywhere
There’s white things in the
air-” I hummed for a little bit, forgetting some of the words as I skipped into
the kitchen and began getting the ingredients ready to bake Christmas cookies.
“There’s children throwing
Instead of throwing heads
They’re busy building toys
And absolutely no one’s dead-”
“What the hell are you doing,
Y/N?” I heard his confused growl and I whipped around, dropping the flour.
He sat at the island cleaning
guns with Frost and I giggled, spinning around to shake the tail of my reindeer
onesie before I turned back to them.
“I’m getting into the
Christmas spirit Puddin’, it’s two days away!” I said excitedly, picking up the
bag of flour and moving to grab the broom.
“The what now?” He grunted and
Mister J never celebrated
Christmas, not once, but we’ve been together a long time and I love Christmas
so this year I was going to celebrate no if’s, and’s, or’s, or buts. Having
cleaned up my mess I began again.
“Christmas silly. You know,
pine trees, cookies, snow, Santa Claus and all that great junk,” Twirling
around everything was silent for a long time until I started rolling the dough
for my cookies.
“We’re not celebratin’
Christmas this year or any year doll, so you might as well toss all of that
out,” Mister J said and I paused, pouting.
“Why not Mister J? Everyone
loves Christmas! Right Frosty?” I turned to Frost who stared at me blankly.
“I hate Christmas,” he
“Traitor. Okay, fine, everyone
except you two fellas loves Christmas,” I put the tray in the oven and closed
it, setting the timer.
Mister J set his gun down
rolling his neck and sighing in exasperation. He can be mad all he wants the
big ole’ scrooge, he can moan and fuss and when he gets his present he will
kick himself for ever hating Christmas. Mister J walked around the island and
flicked the bell hanging from the zipper.
not celebrating Christmas and if you got a problem with that Rudolph, you might
not be able to play in all the reindeer games that will be goin’ down tomorrow
night,” he said it coldly, his tone threatening and yet amused.
Crossing my arms over my chest
I glared at him. He knows I’ve wanted to do this job with him for weeks. I had
it all planned, I had been dreaming about it since I brought it up and now he
wants to take it away and all because I want to celebrate Christmas with my
“Fine Mister Grinch, but
you’re on my naughty-list now, and not in a good way!”
He grinned at me and I huffed
trudging off to the bedroom and slamming the door. Bah Humbug he says, doesn’t
wanna celebrate he says, why I oughta’… I sighed.
Going into my closet I shut the door behind me and turned on the light before
sinking to the floor. Lifting the corner of my pink carpet I pulled up the
board and pulled out Mister J’s gift. I had had it made special just for him
and I wrapped it all nice and pretty with blue wrapping paper and a nice pink
bow. Tucking it back in its special place I sat there a while. Smiling to
myself I jingled the little bell on my onesie and looked through the box of
ornaments and lights I had stashed away.
I won’t push Mister J, it was
never a good to bug him too much. Besides, there was always next year and the
year after that. I just had to warm him up to the idea, that’s all. Slipping
out of my onesie I tucked it in the box and pushed it to the back of my closet.
My Puddin’ and I have some work to do, I wasn’t giving up my Christmas dreams I
was just putting them on the shelf for now until he was ready.
***Mister J’s P.O.V
“Y/N!” I yelled, getting
annoyed by the grating beeping of the cooking timer.
She didn’t reply and I growled
picking it up and throwing it out the window, hopefully it hits someone walking
by the building to make it a bit more satisfying. Y/N didn’t reply again when I
called, I don’t understand why this Christmas business was so important to her
it was ridiculous.
Pulling open the oven I
slipped on a mitt and tossed the tray of cookies onto the counter and paused.
Admittedly they smelled fantastic; the smell of ginger filled the kitchen and
gave it a warmer feel which I did not particularly like. I kicked the oven door
shut and turned it off, turning back to the cookies. Growling I rolled my neck
and glared at them accusingly.
***Harley’s P.O.V (Christmas Day)
I woke up feeling a slight
chill and I reached beside me for Mister J but he wasn’t there. Cracking open
an eye I saw a black envelope resting on his pillow. Strange. Picking it up I
pulled out a note-card and in the most elegant red calligraphy Mister J had
come to play,
Daddy’s got a present,
Your Mister J.”
My tired brain was confused
for a couple of seconds. What did he mean come to play? The big game was
yesterday, we played all day killing people left right and centre, and then we
played all night too when we got home. I had the bite marks and the bruises to
prove it. Then it clicked in my head… today is Christmas… today is
Christmas does that mean… I mean it is possible, and I am hoping it means
what I think it means but would he really? Quickly I ran to the bathroom and
brushed my teeth before I threw open the bedroom door. I gasped, looking at the
blinking lights that lined the hall and I followed the trail of candy canes
into the living room where he sat.
He looked in no way happy but
he looked almost pleased sitting in his chair by the fire with a big Christmas
tree beside him decorated with my ornaments, and he wore a black Santa hat with
a red pom-pom. There was a single present under the tree in a black box with a
red bow and the entire flat was covered in tinsel, lights, cotton (snow), and
candy. I grinned skipping over to him and plopping down in his lap and I swung
my legs over the arm of the chair. Twirling the pom-pom around my finger my
hand dropped and I stroked his cheek and gave him the biggest kiss I could.
“You did all this for me,
Puddin’?” My cheeks hurt from grinning so widely but I couldn’t help it.
“You know I’d do anything for
you, Y/N. Now why don’t you open your gift?” He brushed his nose against mine.
“Wait! I forgot yours!”
I bolted from his lap,
returning in record time and I placed his gift in his hand and sat before him.
Resting my chin on his knee I felt like bouncing around like a child with the
excitement I was feeling.
“Open it,” I felt giddy and
He opened the box and pulled
out the purple and black barber blade I had gotten him with a mold of a gold
joker at the bottom of the handle. In tiny gold lettering at the top of the
blade was “To the King of Crime, Love your Q” and I watched as he stroked
the blade with his thumb. He didn’t react though; he just stared at it for a
“You hate it,” I
pouted, “oh I’m sorry Puddin’, I really messed up on-”
“No,” he said roughly and I
perked up, getting onto my knees.
“It’s beautiful, so
thoughtful,” his thumb brushed my lower lip, “thank you, Y/N.”
I smiled and he gestured to my
gift with the blade. Oooooh goody! I crawled over to it and pulled off the lid
squealing in delight as I pulled out a blue and pink rhinestone encrusted
collar I had eyed up at a joint twelve blocks from here a few months back.
Mister J had had it personalised though, a little gold jester charm hung down
and on a metal square in the centre had in a fancy script “Daddy’s Little
“Oh Mister J, I love it!”
***Mister J P.O.V
It looked good on her, I
noted, before she crawled back into my lap and she kissed me with the skill of
the devil himself. Digging my fingers into her hips, she rolled them, rubbing
herself against me and I growled.
“Merry Christmas, Mister J,”
she said in a breathless whisper.
“The cookies are gone,”
She knew damn well it wasn’t
Frost but I wasn’t going to confirm anything for her.
“I can make more,” she
whispered, her teeth grazing my earlobe, “but I want
some Christmas Pudding.”
Suddenly this holiday didn’t
seem all that bad. I made a move to lift her but she slid away from me, her
eyes dark and playful just the way I liked them.
“I have one more present,
count to fifty Mister J then come to the room.”
She didn’t take her eyes off
me as she backed away slowly, tantalizing and slow before she disappeared from
my sight. I only made it to thirty before I went after her like a hungry wolf
on the prowl. Pushing open the bedroom door she was there and waiting. She lay
on the bed wearing nothing but a red silk ribbon that barely concealed
anything, the big bow tied at the front to cover her breasts and she smiled at
“Time to unwrap your present,
“Oh honey, I think this is the
greatest present yet,” I purred in satisfaction.
Y/N arched her back and her
rouged fingernails trailed down the pale expanse of her stomach, and danced
between her legs where the ribbon covered her. My body was on fire just looking
at her and I began to unbutton my shirt while watching her hands move.
“By the way,” I said, letting
it fall to the floor.
“I also have
another present for you,” I watched as her brows knit together in confusion and
Reaching into my pant pocket I
pulled out a pair of red and green furry handcuffs and a red and black ball
gag. A small, sexy little gasp escaped her and I smirked as I moved slowly
“Merry Christmas, Y/N. Now,
have you been naughty or