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“ nice catch. “ she says, clapping her hands together to get rid of the cheesy orange dust gathering on her fingers. she’s learning to loosen up hanging around this version of lister. throwing cheetos isn’t going to debase someone beyond repair. 

Time for a bit of necromancy! [Accepting]

Slaanesh (Warhammer 40k/Fantasy)

“Well hello, little thing~ And just what brings you to my realm?”

But everything had. 

He’s greeted by two sets of kids he doesn’t recognize, all but breaking down the front door and screaming ‘Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam!’. Of course he catches them and hoists them up anyways, spinning them around and giving them kisses and hugs in abundance, but he couldn’t remember their names, ages, or favorite colors. When they let him go, running back into the house and yelling for their parents, he lets the smile fall, takes in a shaky breath to steady himself. Al lays a hand, solid, on his shoulder, reminding him that, yes, this is real, they’re here.

If it wasn’t for the touch, Sam wouldn’t believe it. Al, here, in Elk Ridge, with a bunch of Becketts? Al, not spending the holidays somewhere glitzy and glamorous and enjoying his freedom, getting back to his life of not constantly being tethered to Sam?

Then again, Thelma Louise Beckett was nothing if not formidable, and she’d insisted, leaving no room for protest and Admiral Al Calavicci with no choice but to acquiesce to her demands with a simple ‘yes ma’am’. 

Well. They’re here. He can at least try to enjoy it, try to fit in, try and pretend like he’d done this a hundred times before.

“I just don’t understand it, Sam,” his mom is saying as he helps her carry the trays of freshly baked cookies into the dining room. “I mean, it’s amazing! One minute, you could hardly cook a TV dinner on your own, and the next… well, now I think you should be in charge of the kitchen, not me!”

“Aw, c’mon, Mom,” he’s responding, huffing a nervous laugh as he sets the tray down. “I-I learned from the best… eventually. I–”

He stops when a hand catches his, and he’s turning to face @andstrange , who’s giving him his trademark Calavicci smirk, somehow managing to be sweet and smug all at the same time. 

Sam thinks Al must’ve said something, or maybe his expression says it all, as his free hand points up and Sam follows his gaze toward the green, leafy tangle adorned with white berries, tied neatly with a red bow that absolutely wasn’t hanging under the light fixture he last time he checked. Heart tripping over itself with nerves or complete and utter joy, eyes crinkle with a toothy smile as he leans down, circling his arms around him. Al trails rough, callused fingertips over his cheekbones and jaw.

Their lips meet just as gently, and Sam melts into the embrace, tugging him close, wondering why he never realized before how right this feels. He could stay here forever, he thinks–

“HOO-YAH!” Tom whoops, fists pumping in the air, causing Sam to break the kiss, trying and failing to hold back his laughter. 

“Tom!” he tries to chide, but his eyes are twinkling when he looks at his older brother, bounding over and encasing them in a bone-crushing hug, managing to lift both of them up off the ground. “Tom, your back, you gotta be careful!”

“Like hell I do! This calls for a celebration! Katie, you owe me fifty bucks!”

“I do not!” comes Katie’s immediate retort, every inch the little sister even as she joins the hug, jamming an accusatory finger into her eldest brother’s rib. “You cheated, hanging the mistletoe like that! The bet’s off!”

Tuning out the sounds of his brother and sister’s play-argument, Sam turns his attention back to Al, eyes warm and smile full of tenderness.

“Merry Christmas, Al,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss to the corner of his lips.

(She's a little mad at him, too, but maybe that's a constant and maybe it's a nonevent --- or both.)

𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚝   𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 ,     @andstrange​  :     you’re   gonna   get   us   killed   someday .

“    i'm   trying   to   help   you ,    scott !     ”       retaliation   comes   bitter ,       soaked   in   anger   and   the     familiar   hurt     his   words   bring   about   within   her   chest .     kate   is   filling   shoes   she   has   never   walked   in ,     trying     desperately     to   repair   what's   left   of   their   family .     but   she   can   only   do   so   much .

                                               the   truth   is  :     he's   right .

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