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These were ridiculously fun to write. Enjoy!
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For [personal profile] vangirl: Gurren Lagann, Kamina and Simon

Kamina comes in wearing a floppy red hat, a big sack slung over his shoulder.

“Ho, ho, ho!” he announces with a huge grin. “I’m Santa!” The village kids swarm around him, laughing, jumping up and attempting to grab his hat off. There are gifts in the bag, things that look like they’ve been cobbled together out of scrap metal and bits of old clothing, but the kids seem to like them anyway.

After they run off, Kamina walks over to Simon, looking immensely pleased with himself.

“What’s ‘Santa’?” Simon asks.

“What? Don’t tell me you never listen to the stories!”

Simon shakes his head.

“Santa’s a magician from the surface—he can bring you anything you ask for!”

“Oh,” Simon says. “So how do I ask?"

“You can ask me. I’ll make sure he hears about it.”

“Okay.” Simon smiles in spite of himself, and asks.

For [personal profile] cypher: Infinite Undiscovery, Capell/Edward

Capell returns to his room to find a roaring fire in the grate and a bottle of wine on the table. There’s a pair of gauntlets sitting beside it, wrought of gleaming silver steel, fingers folded neatly on top of each other. Capell can’t resist trying them on.

They slide on easily, as if they’d been made for him.

“They fit. Good.” Edward’s come in behind him, shutting the door and turning the key in the lock. “It’s been a long time since I’ve done any smith-work. But it isn’t something you forget.”

Capell is speechless for a moment. “Thank you.” He can’t remember the last time anyone gave him a gift for no reason at all. “But I don’t have anything for you.”

Edward smiles, hand settling warm on his shoulder, looking at him in the way that always makes his stomach curl tight. “Yes, you do.”

For [personal profile] mmefrankenstein: Ouran High School Host Club, Haruhi/Kyoya

“Haruhi! Your date’s here!”

Haruhi sticks her head out of her room. “What?”

“Your Christmas date! Haruhi, I’m so happy for you!”

She’s engulfed in one of her dad’s rib-cracking hugs, sequins from his holly-green evening gown digging into her arms. “I don’t have a Christmas date, Dad.” She tries to see around his shoulders to the door. Seriously, if it’s Tamaki, or one of the twins…

“Don’t be silly!” Her dad gives her an encouraging pat on the head.

Haruhi shuffles to the door, irritated. Couldn’t they just give her one night to herself?

“Do you guys honestly not have—.” She stops mid-sentence. “Kyoya-senpai?”

He’s got his hands in the pocket of his coat, red scarf looped around his neck. It’s always so strange to see him in normal clothes.

“Hello, Haruhi.” He smiles, just a little, and for once it doesn’t look like he’s planning anyone’s demise. “Would you be interested in sushi?”

Haruhi looks at him for a moment, at the colored lights out on the street. “I’ll get my coat.”

Merry Christmas, everyone!
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