"𝑾𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕?" Christmas has never been (Yn) Calvin's thing. Since her parents divorce eight years ago, (Yn) hasn't believed in Santa Claus, the Christmas spirit, or magic. Now, at sixteen, she only lives with her father, Scott Calvin, who is never around because of his constant working. The holidays began to serve as a haunting reminder of (Yn)'s broken family and her crushed spirit. Well...until someone taught her how to believe again. A Bernard the Elf x Fem!Reader fanfic . . . Key: (Yn)- Your Name (Hc)- Hair Color (Ec)- Eye Color (Fc)- Favorite Color . . ~•~ Start Date: 11-24-22 End Date: 1-24-23 ~•~ . . . Rankings: #1- Christmas #1- bernardtheelf #1- santaclaus #1- BernardtheelfxReader #1- xreader #1- bernardxreader #1- snowangel #1- elf #1- holiday #1- Bernard . ❗️Disclaimer❗️ - As of the time when I planned out the plot of this story, The Santa Clauses series on Disney+ didn't air yet, so all of the lore behind the original trilogy hadn't been dropped yet. In this story, none of that happened because a lot of it contradicts to my story. So please don't expect this to be accurate to the lore that The Santa Clauses showed us! Thank you! - I do not claim ownership of the Santa Clause or any of its characters. They all belong to Disney. - The cover is by me :D

Aubrey Wilson has the heart of an angel. As the type of person to always trust in others, she's admirable to peers. A total darling, but with a sadness that encases her heart. Anyone could shrink down in fright at the receiving end of Luke Taylor's infamous glare. Tall, muscular, dark-haired, and handsome, he's no stranger on or off the field. Not a kind stranger either. A total brooding asshole, but with a sadness that encases his heart. --- "You didn't have to hit him or anything," I lie my head on his broad, strong shoulder. "He shouldn't have touched you like that," he tucks a curl behind my ear. ~Strong Language~ ~Mild Violence~

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)