WILDFLOWER.
❝ somehow you've managed to
become my favourite person ❞
in which rivalry fades into the understanding that love is found with her
the really loud house fan fiction
lynn loud x female oc
⸝⋆˚࿔ WILDFLOWER 𝜗𝜚˚ ♫ i've got my love to keep me warm; dean martin ♫
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⸝⸝ 🎅🏻, under the mistletoe ꩜ .ᐟ ❝ i'm whipped ❞
christmas bonus; time jump
lynn and vienna are together !
THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE STORY
just for jolly funsies !🎅🏻
Vienna Herrera cherished every fleeting detail of Christmas.
The cozy embrace of firelight and twinkling lights filled Vienna's heart with warmth. Ice-cold toes buried beneath blankets of white, the soft murmur of children whispering their dreams of Santa's arrival, the delicate ornaments swaying gently on evergreen branches—it was all magic to her.
The scent of gingerbread and cinnamon cider lingered in the air, wrapping the season in comfort and nostalgia.
The world felt gentler, aglow with a fragile brilliance—each soul a little lighter, their hearts swelling with the tender hope spun only by the magic of the season.
But what Vienna cherished most was the love that lingered in the air—the intangible warmth weaving through every smile, every touch, every quiet moment.
Parents staying up late, their eyes heavy with exhaustion yet their hearts alight with joy, carefully placing presents beneath the tree and nibbling on the cookies left out for Santa—a small, magical sacrifice for the wonder of their children's morning.
Surprising friends with thoughtful treasures—a CD of a musician they once mentioned in passing, or a handmade ornament crafted with care—gestures that spoke louder than words, carrying the warmth of knowing and being known.
Stealing a kiss beneath the mistletoe, or the quiet intimacy of fingers intertwining, hearts synchronized under the soft glow of tacky, dangling lights.
Vienna felt a spark of excitement unlike any other this year, for she carried with her a love—one that was returned, a sweet, quiet affection from a girl who saw her, cherished her, in ways that made the season feel even more magical.
It was Christmas Eve, and snowflakes drifted from the sky, settling softly over Royal Woods in a pristine blanket of crystalline white, as if the world itself was holding its breath in anticipation for tomorrow morning.
The Herrera girl sat perched on her bed, the soft glow of her laptop casting flickering shadows as Home Alone played, its familiar scenes filling the room with a nostalgic warmth.
