What if Scott never put on the coat? What of his older child did. And what if Bernard falls in love with this new Santa? Find out in Wrapped In Love.

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Being a chubby lady myself, I will be writing these chapters because whenever i read others works, they make me feel better about my soft and plush form. You are more than welcome to recommend characters from certain animes, but if i don't know the anime or character, I am sorry and will try to get to it, so without further ado, let us begin~

Hiraeth (n) ; A homesickness for a home that you can't return to or never was. ||This story isn't completely accurate to the movie trilogy|| (Artwork by me) Enjoy! Rankings: #1 in bernardtheelf 12/13/2020 (how?) [This is a dumb story but I tried] Also lmao Chapter 10 forward are the chapters recently written by me. The previous chapters were rushed and written about a year ago. So don't take note of the drastic alteration in writing style oop- Edit: [This was written such a long time ago, my writing style was so blegh]

The Task Force was all at once in a state of complete bewilderment as a small boy, appearing no older than four or five, stepped out. He clicked the door shut and turned to run with tiny steps over to L's chair. He then proceeded to crawl underneath it, and then he just... stayed there. He sat cross-legged, sticking his little face out from under the chair and looking at everyone curiously through strands of floppy, black hair that fell into his slender, electrifying blue eyes. He was wearing patterned footie pajama pants and a hoodie with bear ears. The ends of both hoodie strings were in his mouth and his hands were stuffed in his front pockets. L barely skipped a beat and continued talking about the case and the FBI agents as though nothing were amiss... but he realized quickly that no one was listening. He sighed. "Alright," he said firmly. "I'll introduce you, but if we are going to be working together on this case, you cannot allow yourselves to be so easily distracted. Is that understood?" The Task Force looked a little embarrassed, but they all agreed and some mumbled apologies. "Everyone..." L leaned forward with his hands on his knees to look down at the small face that was now peering up at him. The little boy's mouth formed a smile around the hoodie strings he was chewing on. "This," the detective spoke plainly, "is my son." :::::::::: *Mature rating due to some gore and disturbing images as part of a nightmare scene

Obsessed with your favorite show, you'd do anything to protect your favorite character, even if that includes trying a silly spell. Strangely enough, the spell is successful and you are now transported into your favorite show, Death Note. You find yourself in the perfect position to accomplish your goal as well. You try your best to protect L without changing the story too much, however, not without trying to become a little bit more than a protector. I don't own Death Note or the characters. I also do not own the cover art.

a dark elf x the head elf Bernard x male a story were the dark elf that was banished by the old Santa was brought back to the north pole when miss clause adopted him afew years before she became miss clause. Bernard dose not trust the dark elf and feals that he's ploting something. But the question is. is m/n making a master sceam to destroy Christmas. or is he just trying to do something special for Bernard... I guess well have to find out.

Christmas is a special time for Kit Calvin, not only because she gets to spend it in the North Pole with her father Charlie and Grandpa Scott (aka Santa Claus) but because she gets to be with her best friend, Head-Elf Bernard. But, it seems Christmas may never come when December 23rd begins repeating itself and Father Time is nowhere to be found. Kit must set out to restore time with Bernard at her side as they face old enemies, exhilarating explorations, and a newfound affection.

❝ Wait," I say, backing away. "Let me get this straight- you're Santa Clause?" I stare at the boy no more than a couple years older than me. He had to be kidding. He rolls his eyes, his handsome face illuminated by the lights on the tree. "Well when you put it that way, I suppose." The candy cane i am sucking on falls from my lips, clattering to the floor. "B-But where's the beard, the overflowing fat and the HO HO HO?" He snorts, a charming smile on his lips as he tugs on the end of my Santa hat. "Sweetheart, it's all just the Santa Clause Act.❞ ~*~ p.s. The current cover was made by Isasecret Ranking: short story #9/ Teen Fiction: #56