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KIDGE WINTER EVENT

Sorry had a sinus infection and was feeling out of it so please enjoy the past 2 prompts and hopefully I can get todays out too!

Day 2 12/19 Christmas tree/jacket

Keith woke up with a start! His hand automatically reached for his blade, muscles readying, when the giggles and whispers registered. Relaxing his muscles, he reorientated himself. He let himself listen and enjoy this moment.

His oldest son, Drew, could be heard ordering his siblings around. Well, after hearing a high-pitched “No,” trying might be a better word. Drew’s little voice firmly directed them to brush their teeth and grab their cold-weather items like gloves and hats. Then there was his daughter Abbey, who could be heard singing her class’ Christmas carol and completely ignoring her older brother. And finally, with no sounds from his youngest Finn, who at 5 translated into him probably watching TV on the couch with his blankie firmly held in his arms.

He felt Katie start to stir and murmur, “Well, so much for sleeping in; we might as well get up and pick out our tree.”

Keith kissed her forehead and replied, “Stay here; I’ll get them rounded up and ready. I know you didn’t finish your projections until early this morning. I’ll even feed the gremlins too!”

Katie sighed, “This…this is why I keep you around.” Chuckling, he pinched her side and slid out of bed.

As he corralled the kids, got them fed and dressed, put on their favorite Disney Holiday movie, Mickey’s Twice Upon a Christmas, stopped a fight, and found a lost glove, he finally returned to wake Katie. As she started her process of getting ready, Keith himself got ready, as well as getting a saw and tie-downs. While putting the stuff in the car, he got a message from one of his former Blades operatives: some pictures from their most recent mission. He quickly shot off a quick reply and called out if everyone was ready to leave.

On the way to the tree farm, the car was filled with yelling, laughter, and teasing. Luckily, there was no puking. It seems Finn has finally grown out of his car sickness, which was great. Plus, a little arguing from the peanut gallery. Katie was already on her phone looking up places to eat near their destination, and somehow, Drew managed to hook up his music playlist to the car! He glanced at Katie, jokingly saying, “You know, this kid is going to be the death of me, right? I can’t handle two geniuses.”

To which she manically grinned, replying, “What about 4?”

Once they arrived at their destination, they promptly got stuck in the mud in the parking lot, which the kids thought was excellent. Keith was more annoyed that they didn’t plan for this, but out he went to try and push while Katie took control of the wheel when suddenly he had all three children next to him…in the mud. Keith groaned; the car was going to be filthy!

He could hear Katie swearing, talking about how they should have kept the test flooring in the van because they could have put it in front of the tires. Keith yelled, “There’s no room in there for that and Drew’s hockey bag!”

Finally, some workers from the farm came out and helped push. As they walked the tree farm, debating on the pros and cons of each tree and watching his kids run down the aisles of trees laughing and pushing, he grabbed Katie’s mittened hand. Pulling her to a stop, he tugged her close and said, “Babe, thank you.”

Katie blinked, “No thanks needed, bud. Hell, this is even better than what I had dreamed up. Our fucking family kicks ass!” She quickly moved to her tip toes and kissed him. Groans and applause followed, and he couldn’t think of a better way to spend a day.

Day 3 12/20 Christmas gift

He was an idiot. He didn’t do things like this. She was going to hate it. Fuck!

He couldn’t even blame anyone else. He’d been walking around with the damn thing in his pocket for months. Waiting for the perfect time, waiting for the right moment.

Unfortunately, he had no clue what that meant. It’s not like his parents were even married. And he knew better than anyone there is no sign from above that was going to come down and say, do it now. But he usually went with his gut so that was the plan. Wait for it to feel right.

He knew he wasn’t like Shiro who planned everything down to what scent of candle he lit. He heard Katie’s parents' story, where Katie’s mom actually got tired of waiting for Mr. Holt to pop the question. She did the deed, which he couldn’t imagine Katie doing. Then there was Hunk who planned an actual event just so he could pop the question. There were fireworks that Katie was in charge of, so he knew this was a big deal.

But none of those felt like them. He knew he wasn’t adept at planning missions much less a proposal. He also knew that Katie would not want to be the center of attention at a gala or bar. But conversely, he also felt like she deserved to be. He hated when she tried to blend in the background when she was all he could see.

All of these previous events led up to the current plan that was created when the guys met up at the bar to discuss Christmas plans a few nights ago. The teasing naturally started when Lance announced in all seriousness that he needed to propose on NYE for him to win the pot. Keith got defensive. If it was easy, he’d have done it already. Shiro then started poking all while strategically plying him with drinks. As the night went on, he got more and more honest with his fears and what he wanted. His team as usual developed a plan.

Which is why he was sitting through a Holt Christmas dinner sweating and feeling scared. Katie kept looking at him with concern and her parents kept glancing at hi like he was hung over. Great impression. Matt however, looked like he was about to start video recording at any time. Shit.

If you asked Keith later, he would not be able to recall one thing said at dinner. He couldn’t tell you what he wore, what he ate or even if he ate. In fact, the actual proposal was also a blur but luckily Matt was on pointe and recorded the whole proposal. Which he gleefully played every damn Christmas.

But Katie would say it was the best Christmas present until the birth of her son a few years ago. And that’s all that matters to Keith.

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Okay, I’m technically on time!

Kidge Winter Event 2023

Day 1-December 18: ice skating

“Stop staring at me.”

“But you hate winter. You hate the cold. I mean, you’re not even the biggest fan of nature. So how the hell are you this good of a skater?”

“Shhh!” Pidge looked around and sure enough, Lance’s loud voice was drawing attention. People were glancing their way. She could literally feel their eyes on her. And now she was feeling uncomfortable. She hated being the center of attention and can literally feel her face turning red. Feeling irritated she quickly skates off. Honestly, so what, she can skate, it’s not rocket science. Smirking she thought, no rocket science would be expected of her.

She keeps going around, picking up speed, it all the while ignoring Lance and thinking back to last year when she first met him and had a bit of a crush on him. Thank God she was over that. Now, she would consider him and Hunk her best friends. Smiling she can’t help but think how much her life has changed over the last year. For the better too! She skipped two grades and was terrified that she would be a social pariah in high school.

Fortunately, that fear didn’t come true. Instead, she was taking classes that actually challenged her and made her work. She had friends. Lance was super friendly and didn’t get offended when she was awkward around him. Instead, he seemed to take it as a challenge! Every day, he said “Hi”, he initiated contact. It probably took a month of him talking to her in daily class for her to realize that he was being authentic. He actually wanted to be my friend.

Life was much better even if she was younger than her peers. She saw Hunk setting up the hot chocolate table and treats near the fire.

Suddenly, her feet were taken out from under her, she was hit, spun and facing the ground. Blinking she looked directly into another’s eyes. His eyes. The mullet. Lance’s rival. He was under her. What the hell?

“Sorry, Katie. We were shooting a puck around and someone lost control. It was headed your way and, “

“Pidgey!! What the hell Keith! Are you okay?” Lance holds out his hand and grabs me by my armpits, pulling me up quickly. “You good?”

I’m trying to get my bearings and see the opposite side of the ice. They were playing hockey, and I can see Keith’s concern.

Axca skates closer, grabbing Keith’s arm and pulling him to her. “Sorry lost control of that one! C’mon Keith. Let’s go.”

I blink, still trying to get my bearings. I look up and Keith’s gaze is solidly on me. He shakes off the arm and moves closer to me. “Are you ok? We landed a little hard, but I didn’t think you’d hear me in time.”

His hands reach out and readjusts my hat and I feel his fingers lightly drift down my jawline. I blink. I’ve never been this close to our school’s bad boy.

“Keith?”

“Um, wanna, go and get some hot chocolate?”

I freeze, holy shit. Keith Kogane wants to hang out?

Unfortunately, I hear both Lance and Axca simultaneously yell our names in conjunction.

Keith, smirks, “Yeah, c’mon Katie, c’mere with me.”

I feel my face flush but this time I’m not embarrassed. I’m intrigued. I’m interested. Let’s go!

Hi everybody!! Here where I live is midnight of December 18, so let's this kidge winter event begin!! I already programmed the first day: the fic will be out around 7 am (where I live).

Kidge winter event

Day 8: Christmas

(This is a part two of Day 6: Mistletoe)

That kiss, full of passion and lightheartedness was all it took to drive him crazy. He lowered his head as much as possible, and even if it was uncomfortable he didn't care, he had to make that kiss last as long as possible. His lips against hers made sparks in his mouth, distributing that searing fire throughout his body. He caressed her waist, that sweet little narrow waist that she had earned in the time he was on a mission and she was at home on Earth, so perfect and soft. Suddenly he was overcome by a strange warm sensation, but that kiss was setting off fireworks in his stomach, and for a moment he was afraid that it might explode. Her arms around his neck became tighter and tighter as she tried hard to get up higher and reach him, but hurting his back in the process, but he didn't care. If lust was a road to hell, then he would more than willingly go there. He held her closer while her arms encircled his neck ardently, so much so that it was a slight annoyance, but for what he wanted, dying now wasn't a problem, not in her arms and with his mouth glued shut to hers. The mistletoe was still hanging from the ceiling, and the mess in the next room wasn't finished yet. Everyone was probably opening presents now, but that, to Keith, was the best gift anyone could give him. The mutual warmth was nothing short of fantastic, as that magical kiss turned into a real mess of tongues and hungry bites. This position of hers was rather uncomfortable, and he gently pushed her against the wall near the staircase, positioning his hands and welded his fingers into her thighs. He pulled her up, kissing her ardently, and one arm lowered from her thigh to her knee, encircleling her leg by his torso, caressing the bare skin of her calf, the other moved up towards her exposed back, whose only parts of fabric were green ribbons, which, elegant as they were, he wanted to tear. In reality he wanted to tear off her entire dress at that moment. He bit her lower lip and she let out a soft moan as breathing became erratic for both of them. All that passion was too much. “Keith…”: she gasped, breaking the kiss and looking into his eyes: “We have to stop…” He obeyed, pulling away from her slightly and looking into her eyes. She was lying, he could see it in her look. She wanted to continue, she wanted to push deeper. “You're right…”: he nodded. No, she wasn't right, she wanted to stop for no reason in the world. That spark inside his chest was slowly dying out, as was the magic and joy of the moment. If for that moment his world had been colored with fun and lively shades, now a sad and inexpressive grayish tone was returning.

“I have to go, they're waiting for me…”: she regained her composure, going down from that column and heading towards the main room. Her cheeks were colored a pure pink. He watched her leave and then headed towards the bathroom. He washed his hands and his mouth, hoping to rinse away anything she had left, yet it was everywhere on his body. On his lips and in his mouth he could still smell her perfume, lost in the desire to feel her still pressed against his body. He shook his head and returned to the room. By now everyone was sitting talking or exchanging the last remaining gifts, however under the tree there were some colorful packages left, those of him and Pidge. Even though there were a lot of other people there, that sickly good smell was still on him, so much so that he turned to see her unwrapping a present in a hidden corner. She was watching him as she opened a present on her lap, her plump lips slightly parted as if it were an invitation. His eyes darted away, trying with all his might not to look at her again. Someone put an arm around his shoulders, and he turned his head and saw Lance. "So? How did it go?”: He asked with such a stupid smile and with too much hope that he already wanted to punch him. He was there, his face slightly damp from sweat and tap water, his black tie limp and the top three buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. “I couldn't”: he shook his head, putting his hands in his pockets and moving his arm away. Lance looked at him with a confused frown and a furrowed brow. “Seriously?”: He raised an eyebrow, his expression changing in surprise: “But… but what happened then?” “Nothing, we talked…”: he lied, shrugging his shoulders: “We talked and then, then she went back inside…” “Really?”: he raised his eyebrow again: “You didn't even try?” "Try?"

“to kiss her, Mullet!”: Lance shook his head: “You can't just be friendly at first and then kiss her! You have to build a romantic, passionate atmosphere and then, only then, can you kiss her!” Oh, Lance, the passion was there, sure enough! Keith wanted to answer, but he just shrugged and kept his gaze fixed on the Christmas tree. “Are you sure you're fine, nothing bad happened, right?”: Lance asked again, with a slightly worried frown. In fact, Lance, yes, a terrible thing happened: I discovered that kissing Pidge is the greatest thing in the entire universe! He replied mentally. If that was an effect of the addiction, then he would be addicted to her for life, because Pidge was everywhere. In his head, in his thoughts there was her. Everywhere he turned, his eyes rested on her, every object he touched seemed to have the same texture as her soft hips. It was a torture. It was painful. He wanted her, so much that he felt his heart beating in his chest as the spark rekindled. It wasn't animalistic or possessive. It was love. “I'm just tired”: he replied: “It's past midnight, maybe I should rest” “Are you kidding, man?! It is Christmas! Basically your party! Red and green, does it remind you of something!?”: he exclaimed. “I said I'm tired”: he replied dryly, taking his jacket and going up to the quarters.

Name and Meanings???

Because I'm curious even if I have a lot to do but... bruh...

Katie: It's a variant of the name Catherine from the greek "kataròs" and means "pure" or "darting"

Keith: It's a english or scottish name from an ancient scottish family, it could either come from the Brythonic term "cet", “wood”, or from the Scottish word "gaoth", “wind”.

Lance: It's an english name from the germanic "Lanzo" which means "land"

Hunk: I searched but I didn't find anything. But I assume it means something strong like the "hunk".

Takashi: It's a japanese name that means 孝"filial piety", strong "noble" or 崇"reverence".

Allura: It's from the latin name "Aurora" and means "reddish", "luminous" and "shining".

Matt: It's a diminutive of the English name Matthew, variant of Matteo meaning "man of God" or "gift of God".

Sam: It's a diminutive from the english name Samuel, from the jewish "Shemu'el", and means " His name is God"

Colleen: It's an irish name from "Cailìn" and means "girl"

Veronica: It's from the Macedonian term "Pherenìke" and means "Victorious"

Rachel: It's from the jewish and means "little sheep"

Luis: It's a spanish name that means "illustrious warrior"

Marco: It's from the italic term "mar" and means "sacred to Mars", Mars was the ancient roman God of War.

Lisa: It's a famous jewish name from "Elisa" and meas "God is perfection"

Nadia: It's a diminutive from the russian name "Nadezda" and means "hope"

Silvio: It's from the latin term "silva" and means "inhabitant of the forest".

Ina: It's a variant of the name Catherine from the greek "kataròs" and means "pure" or "darting", like Katie.

James: It's from the jewish "Ya'agob" and means "which becomes the first"

Ryan: It's from a irish surname and means "little king"

Kidge winter event

Day 2: Chrismas tree/ Jacket

Pidge opened the dusty cardboard box, taking a cloth and dusting the small Christmas baubles and decorations. Not far from her, Keith was busy decorating the green, symbolic pine tree with adorable fairy lights. “Are you really sure? Green and red?”: he looked at her, and she responded with a simple amused look. “The question is why not? They are the colors of our original lions…": she shrugged her shoulders amused: "I mean, it's become a family tradition now!" She waved her wedding ring finger proudly and Keith couldn't feel happier in that moment. After spending the last eight years as engaged couples, he managed to take some courage out of her last year, finally putting that ring on her finger. “And your family traditions?”: He laughed at her, looking at her. “I'm a Kogane now, Kogane, the Holts are a thing of the past…”: she joked, blowing on a particularly dusty decoration. “I'm sorry to disappoint you but my father didn't have any Christmas traditions…”: he sighed, taking the small group of baubles that she had just finished dusting and decorating the tree. “Well… Traditions have to start from someone, right?”: she asked, with a tone as if it were more a reasoning said aloud or a question for herself. He chuckled as she hung some baubles, alternating red and green ones with some small branches or gold accents. After all, it was almost Christmas. “No no no! There are too many red ones!”: she shook her head, pointing at the entire tree with her index finger. “But I hung all the balls you gave me…”: Keith snorted. “Of course, because Kosmo broke the others last year…”: she replied, pointing to the space wolf who was calmly lying on the large white sofa looking at the thick snow. Theirs was a relatively large house: an open space with kitchen, living room and dining room with a wall covered in glass so they could see the bush that surrounded it not far from the Garrison, while upstairs there was a small study, a laboratory and two bedrooms. Furthermore, Keith had insisted on having a huge underground garage. “Never mind, it means we'll buy more…”: he shrugged his shoulders, whistling at Kosmo who raised his head. “Now?!”: she stood up, looking at him in surprise: “Would you like to go out for some Christmas decorations in a snowstorm?!” “Why not?”: he chuckled, while she rolled her eyes. “Because even though we are married, this house is registered in my name, which means that whoever is in here is under my power and control”: she crossed her arms over her chest: “Put simply, you are not going there” “I need more if you want me to stay…”: he chuckled, looking her up and down. “Okay!”: she blushed, snorting. “You have to pick me up to put the star on, I can't reach it…” He laughed at her seeing her like that. Every time she admitted something so embarrassing, especially if it involved her height, her cheeks would turn that red that always made him laugh. “Okay…”: he nodded, picking her up bridal style and carrying her back to the living room. He let go of her so she could reach for the large gold star, but when he took it back, Pidge let out a small cry of surprise as he placed her on his back over his shoulders. “Keith, you asshole!”: She swats her feet hitting his chest. "What's up? Do you like the view from up there?”: he teased her while she sighed. And then, she placed the star on the tree.

One of my family's traditions is to have the tree decorated every year with different colors or combinations. This year I proposed red and green as colours, but my mother didn't like it at all… Never mind, I'll try next year…