Why hello my beautiful butterflies! I hope you're having a great day & HAPPY NEW YEAR (s Eve! if you're in my time zone!) A big thank you to all of you who have commented & followed & faves since the last chap! And for those that added me in the #BestofOQ2014 hashtag on Twitter - MWAH MWAH MWAH! It truly is heart warming to know that you enjoy my writing but as well loved a one shot so much that it became it's own little series! (It is truly because you you guys that it became that way, I wasn't planning on making it into what it is, but alas, you all influenced me with your fine powers of persuasion! KEEP IT UP!) And a continuation of what happened between "Kiss Me" and breakfast you say?... hmmmmmmmmm (;

This is a one shot that I wrote a while back and I thought I ought to post something for you as today is a special day! It is Thanksgiving themed however if you don't celebrate the holiday WORRY NOT! You really need no knowledge about except to know that we Americans eat a WHOLE LOT OF FOOD on that day! You may actually become hungry whilst reading so i'd suggest having a sandwich in hand(; however you may want something to cool you down once you reach the end... just saying.

This fic is mostly unbeta'd as my fabulous friend & beta, the elusive ID, has started her own OQ fic! It is marvelous! I have had the great pleasure of being able to read over it & return the beta-ing favor and i'll I can say is "this is going to be good!" The Outlaw Queen & Regal believer feels are intense, I have been in a ball on the floor due to them(; Give it a shot when you're looking for something to read! Roads Are For Journeys, Not Destinations by Inquisitive Dreamer!

I'm taking credit for all mistakes(; Also, I've taken some liberties with the Charmings kitchen/dining room with this one! Enjoy

Ruffles

Deviled eggs, check.

Sweet potatoes, check.

Green beans, check.

Bread rolls, macaroni, ham, cranberries, mashed potatoes, stuffing, check, check, check, check! Regina mentally tallied the contents that were currently overflowing on her kitchen table, making sure she hadn't missed a thing. Perfect!

Normally she wouldn't have made so much. Normally it was just her and Henry alone for the holidays. And even though her son could eat about the equivalent of 3 adult servings in one sitting, she still had never made so many dishes for Thanksgiving.

But times were different now. Ever since Henry's birth mother had come into their lives, their world had been turned upside down. And this holiday season Regina found herself baking for not one family, but three. Emma, her deranged choice of boyfriend material, Hook, the two Un-Charmings, Belle French and Mr. Gold. She still wasn't sure how their names had ended up on the list but she had made the food so it was beyond her now.

If you had asked her a year ago what she would be doing over the holidays, she would have stated anything but this. She never would have assumed that she would be sharing her holiday season with the family she had loathed for decades. Nor would she be out two days earlier than normal, scrounging up supplies and the necessary ingredients to make mouths water, a jaw dropping display of her culinary skills. She really had outdone herself.

They had asked for her to make a few side dishes, since it was the Charmings first Thanksgiving together as a family, therefore they had decided they were going to procure and bake the Turkey themselves. Regina slightly shivered at the thought. She had seen Snow's cooking talent, and wasn't to sure she knew which end was which when it came to the flightless bird. Therefore she had made a plethora of delicious snacks to fill them up if the thing came out burnt to a crisp. Actually, if she were honest, she could have stopped at the ham and deviled eggs, but she had gotten a bit carried away by the delectable smells coming out of her oven that she had continued to bake until her fingers were about ready to fall off.

She smiled, taking a small sample of her work on her finger. Delicious.

Regina stood, brushing off the powder from her apron. Hearing the buzzer on her oven beep she turned noticing the time.

5:47 pm.

That meant she had about 13 minutes to get herself and her baking across town to the Charmings little apartment turned house, for dinner.

She quickly opened the oven, extracting the steaming pie inside. She was suddenly hit with the most mouthwatering of smells and she had to school herself not to take a bite right there.

It was perfect.

Golden brown outside, buttered and cinnamoned to absolute perfection. She felt her stomach twist. She could almost taste the flawlessly flaky exterior, melting in her mouth as she took a bite. Chomping down on the deliciously sweet warm baked fruit inside, the sweet flavors bursting and exploding in her mouth-

She set the pan down before she nearly fainted from over excitement. It had always been her favorite, ever since she was a little girl, but she rarely had a chance to make one. However, ever since coming to Storybrooke and finding out it was an acceptable and traditional food choice around this season she had never been more thankful. It would always be her go to.

Apple pie.

Dusting a sprinkle of powdered sugar over the glistening top she smiled. Perfect.

"Henry!" Regina yelled. "It's time to go!"

There was a shuffling of feet, a few stomps and then a loud bang as her son rocketed out of his room and down the grand staircase that lead to the entrance of Mills Manor.

"Aren't we supposed to be there at six?" He said.

"Yes, now help me load these, and we will make it just in time." She said, already grabbing the apple pie and stuffing, heading out towards the car, "And don't you dare try and sneak one of the eggs! I know exactly how many there are Henry Mills!" she yelled over her shoulder.

She heard the sound of the large platter being set back down on the counter top and the loud reluctant sigh of her son, who had been about to do just that.

She smiled. It was going to be a good day.

xxx

When they arrived at the Charmings house, perfectly on time, Regina had smiled to herself until she heard the sounds coming from inside their door.

It sounded like utter chaos.

She quickly flicked out her wrist, opening the door with the help of her magic.

There before her stood the entire Charming clan, covered in what looked like baking powder and soot.

She nearly gasped as she surveyed the kitchen, which seemed to only be standing on a few of its pegs, as many of them had been blown out. It looked like a tornado of angry turkeys had blown through their small home, attacking everything in their wake.

Pots and pans were everywhere. The place was an utter mess.

It was only then that she recognized the smell of burning meat.

The whole Charming family looked like they had been caught stealing candy from a candy store with the looks of utter bafflement painted on their faces.

"Turn off the oven!" Regina yelled.

Her voice seemed to snap them out of their confused daze and she watched as the famed Snow White, her Prince Charming and their daughter, the Savior, nearly run into each other, trying to do just that.

She watched as her son who had come up behind her, ran into the disaster of a house, quickly disarming the burning oven, removing the flaming bird from inside. They somehow managed to put out the turkey, dousing it with some form of baking powder, all nearly falling to the floor with exhaustion. Regina rolled her eyes.

It had literally been minutes and this 'family gathering' had already taken a turn for the worst.

She sighed. With another flick of her wrists the entire entrance way and kitchen had been put back to it's original mediocrity. The chairs had been upturned, the pots and pans all sorted back into their rightful spots. Spices and ingredients that were supposed to be inside of the burning turkey were restored. She even cleaned up the disheveled group.

Feeling like the home was now orderly enough for her presence, she entered.

"Regina! Oh Thank God!" came the shrill voice of Mary Margret.

"Yes, I can see he was nowhere near here while you were cooking," she thought and then muttered quietly under her breath.

Mary Margret only blinked, the wide smile that had grown on her face never fading. "It looks like we've failed at cooking the turkey, Can you help us?"

Regina only sighed. Closing her eyes to keep from rolling them all the way back until they reached the backside of her head. She counted to ten.

"It looks like I must."

With a final deep breath she opened her eyes. She sent the entire Charming family out to grab the remaining items from her car whilst staring at the blank kitchen.

When they had cleared, she flicked her wrists a final time procuring a new, untarnished turkey. If she was going to save the day, she was going to do it all her way.

xxx

By the time the odd crew of guests had arrived, the turkey had been magically stuffed, brined and was currently baking in the newly restored oven.

Regina wrung her hands, washing them off in the warm water as to appear like she had done anything but direct her magic with them at all.

There was a ruckus of the dozen feet climbing up the stairs to the small apartment. She turned just in time to see Miss Swan and the Pirate both carrying the ham, the Charmings with their arms full of stuffing plates and sweet potato bowls and Henry and Roland both lifting the cranberries and eggs, trying to stuff the remaining bite into their mouths before being caught.

She was about to scold her son when she realized what was off.

"Roland?" She questioned.

"Hi Miss 'Gina!"

The dimpled boy nodded, waving his little hands, almost dropping the plate that he was holding in his arms. He flashed her a smile that nearly made her weak in the knees with it's cuteness, before following her son and the rest of the family into the dining room.

Her brow furrowed. If Roland where here, then-

There was a knock at the door, and Regina nearly growled.

Mary Margret rushed over to answer, opening the door. There behind stood the figures of a heavily dressed Gold and Belle, followed by a frost bitten looking Thief.

Regina couldn't gain control over herself fast enough to stop from rolling her eyes.

Of course he would be here.

The guests made their way in, Gold and Belle, dropping off their desserts, no doubt made by solely by the beauty with no help from the beast. And she watched as Mary Margret offered a hand out to the man behind, signaling for him to come in.

He looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there.

Good, Regina thought.

He had been nothing but a nuisance to her since they had arrived.

When they had met, back at the farmhouse while looking for clues as the the whereabouts of her sister she had been undoubtedly attracted to him.

What wasn't there to like? He had strong arms, crystal blue eyes and a ruggedly attractive smile.

He was quite alluring and she found that her body responded to him in ways that she didn't think herself capable. But that had all stopped when she had seen the tattoo that he boasted on the inside of his arm.

The tattoo of the lion that was supposed to symbolize her happy ending.

She had had one to many disappointments to believe such a thing as that.

So she had ran. Leaving him behind to question what it was that had spooked her so much, when they had been just about to move their relationship to a different level.

She was sure he had been about to kiss her. Whether or not if it had been before or after they had taken a drink from the alcohol, it would have changed their relationship status and the way that they were around each other, immensely.

But they hadn't. She had made sure of that. And now every time they saw each other it got worse. The tension seemed to thicken with each breath, nearly causing her to faint the last time she had seen him whilst exiting the store a few days prior. He had been taking his son out to the park and she couldn't help but stare at his perfectly sculpted backside as he went.

Things were getting to be too much for her. She was almost certain that if they were forced to sit through an entire dinner together, they might both spontaneously combust.

Mary Margret waved at the man, grabbing on to his arm and hoisting him inside when he still didn't move any closer to the door.

That's when he saw her.

Their eyes connected like they did every time they were in the same vicinity. His ranked over her as if she was a meal he was about to ravage, and she did the same.

When their eyes met again, they were both sightly flushed, and hotter than they had been moments before.

"Everyone, Welcome Robin who saved the day, with his skill at catching this turkey!" Snow chimed. "As a thanks, he and his son will be joining us for dinner!"

Wait, what? Another turkey?

Sure enough, in the woodsman's hands was a second turkey. This time Regina did growl.

His eyes, which hadn't left her figure, snapped up to her face. She felt the heat rise in her body as he looked her over. This time there was no burning hunger in his eyes that made her want to jump on a platter and offer herself up as the main course. No, there was light behind his eyes as he stared at her, standing in the kitchen with her apron on. It was almost as if he was admiring her, taking in every detail of a more domestic her.

She felt utterly uncomfortable.

When she saw him beginning to make his way over to where she stood, she began to turn, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt.

"Regina," he said, setting the poultry down, "I have been instructed to hand this thing over to you."

There was humor in his voice as he pushed the rather large bird across the table. Regina sighed, dropping her hands and looking at him.

"And just where do you think you're going?" She asked as he began to turn away.

She saw his head whip back around, facing her, this time somehow closer than before. She could see every line on his face, every hair that made up his light stubble that she somehow found overly enticing.

It would have almost been romantic how his eyes seemed to find her lips before she could utter another word, if there hadn't been a dead turkey sitting just feet away from them.

"Back to set up the table," he said in response to her previous question.

"Oh no," she responded, causing the man to furrow him brow, "You're not going anywhere. You're not going to drop this off over here and leave the hard part to me. No, you're staying right here and helping me cook it." She added with emphasis.

She would have sworn she saw a glint in his eye and a small smirk ghost his face as she spoke, but in a second it was gone and he was following her into the kitchen before she could second guess her actions.

xxx

"You want me to shove my hand where?!"

Regina scolded herself not to blush as the man before her turned to face her with a panicked look on his face.

"You've really never prepared a turkey before, have you?" She questioned raising a brow.

"Um, no, in our world they were just another form of meat. Not some thing that people idolized, and had to prepare specially and eat almost religiously on some set day."

She snorted involuntarily at the man, her hand shooting up to cover her mouth as she did so.

But it was to late as she saw his eyes crinkle, a smug smile forming on his face.

"Besides," he said, the grin only growing as he went, "This was always the woman's job anyway. We men would hunt but the woman was the one to do all of the preparing." He winked.

Regina rolled her eyes, "Well welcome to the 21st century Thief. Now shove your hand up there!"

"As you wish Your Majesty."

This time Regina blushed realizing how bad her last statement had sounded. She watched as the man, awkwardly at first, began to stuff the bird, but then getting better as he progressed.

When he had finished, she took a moment to tie the bird back together as to not let any of the ingredients fall out.

They both took turns washing and drying their hands.

Seconds later the chime signalling that the first turkey in the oven was done went off. Robin turned, going in to grab the large tray. He pulled it out and then nearly dropped it as he turned back to see the second turkey done and cooked sitting on the counter.

"W-what how?!" He sputtered.

Regina laughed. She held up her hands, waving her fingers. "Magic."

From the look on Robin's face she could tell he was completely floored.

"Well then why didn't you wave your fingers and do that when I had my hand shoved up that foul things arse!?" He stammered, quite upset.

A wicked smile cut through the Mayors face as she stared at the fuming man, "Well where's the fun in that?" She chuckled darkly.

She began to walk away, leaving the man to gape at her in her wake when she turned, brushing his ear lightly with her lips, "Besides, I like watching you work."

She felt him tense, his whole body seeming to respond to her lightest touch.

She smiled as she left him speechless in the kitchen with the steaming turkey in his hands.

xxx

"Ah there you are!" Came Snows voice as she made her way into the dining room. "We were beginning to wonder if you were ever going to show."

Regina rolled her eyes. Honestly did the woman even know how long it takes to cook a turkey? Regardless if one uses magic or not.

"Well it does take time when one's working with such outdated equipment." She stated, pulling out the seat across from Snow and furthest from Gold.

"No Gina!"

She looked up, seeing the two little boys pointing fingers at the seat across the table from them.

She followed their gazes and saw the small name card. Her name was scribbled on it in messy letters with an arrow pointing to the seat.

A smile broke on her face as she moved towards it, "You want me to sit here?"

Roland and Henry nodded. As she pulled out the seat she did a quick calculation, Snow sat next to Charming, the Pirate and Emma were huddled in the corner next to Henry who was next to Roland. To the left from them was Belle and therefore Gold, and she was across from the boys. She scanned the table and realized to her dismay where the remaining empty seat was.

"Henry why don't you switch me spots?"

"Oh let the boys sit next to each other," came the dreaded voice from behind her. The smell of turkey and forest hit her as she felt everyone shift to welcome the new comer.

She closed her eyes as she heard the turkey get set down and the chair next to her be pulled out.

"Milady."

Regina huffed. She took the seat, regretting the moment that she decided it would be a good idea to ask the man to cook with her. She had made a mistake. She had used his obvious attraction to her to have some fun and torment him. She had looked at him suggestively, brushing her hands up against him a few times, saying some things that could have been taken a few different ways. It had all been a joke, but there was no way that he was going to let it slide.

She cursed whatever God was currently laughing at her from above when she felt him sit down next to her, brushing his hand down her side as he did.

Her breath caught in her throat when his hand didn't move but rather found purchase on her lap.

"So," came the voice of her son, "can we eat?"

"Food!" Chimed Roland.

"Well we wouldn't want to keep anyone waiting," Charming chuckled.

And with that there was a mutual laugh across the table as the adults each began eat, passing plates around.

His hand never moved.

When the potatoes were passed to her she tried to exaggerate her movement to possibly send him a cue to remove his hand from her thigh, but he did no such thing. In fact, after she passed the bowl she had to look down because she was sure his hand was lower only a moment before.

As the first round of turkey came round she gasped.

"Regina?" Came Snow's worried voice.

Regina closed her eyes.

That bastard.

He had moved his hand up further, under the cover of the table and had brushed the edge of her stomach. Regina had always been sensitive to any touch around her midsection, and now to her horror, the Thief knew that too.

There was a small smirk forming on his smug face as her ran his hand along the band of her dress, making her stomach lurch at the touch.

She nearly shot forward into her yams when he did it again, this time higher, almost brushing the underside of her breasts.

"Mom?!"

"Huh?" Was all she could manage to say as she pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth to keep from screaming at the man beside her.

"You okay?" Henry asked.

When she opened her eye she could see all of their faces turned to her. All eyes were on the woman making weird sounds and twitching like she were a dog, unable to scratch.

"I'm fine," she made out almost gutterally. "Pass the eggs would you please?"

When she bent forwards to retrieve the bowl from her son, she felt her body alight. The mans hands had completely disappeared form her mid section and had made their way under her skirt, tickling the inside of her thigh.

She let out a loud gasp and let go of the bowl.

Almost as if it were in slow motion she watched as the bowl hit the table, shattering glass and deviled eggs all over the display in the middle.

Everyone shot back as pieces of fruit and stuffing went flying in the air.

"Oh my God!" Came Snow.

"Wow." David chimed.

"Hey careful!" Said Emma.

Regina looked up and saw that everyone around the table now wore either a piece or two of every dish on the table. There was a commotion of movement as each of the guests tried to remove the cranberries from their clothes or pumpkin pie from their hair.

The only person who didn't seem stunned was Gold to her left, but rather he wore an amused smirk.

She was mortified.

"I-I'll go get a towel," she said. As she began to rise however, his hand that had caused the problem from the beginning, followed her as she moved, dragging across her leg. She nearly jumped at the feeling. She hadn't been touched in such a sensitive spot for such a long time that the sensation of his calloused hands sent shocks through her body.

Her leg bumped the table as it shot out, again knocking over plates.

"Hey, careful lass," the Pirate spoke as he caught a bowl of jello before it spilled on his, with his one good hand.

Regina felt her face light up bright red like a tomato.

She quickly rounded the corner, making her way into the kitchen.

Once there she ran her hands under cold water, trying to steady her breathing from her embarrassment with no luck.

She was going to kill that man.

She heard a deep chuckle from behind her and felt her blood run cold. Speak of the devil.

"You." She whispered darkly.

"Me?" He only laughed. That did it.

She turned around so fast, the water droplets that had been on her fingers flung off, spraying his top.

"You!"

There was a glint in his eyes as they connected with hers and she only felt her anger grow a he continued to smile smugly. "What do you think you're doing? What the hell was that!?"

"What was what Your Majesty?"

"Don't play games with me, Thief. That!" She spat, gesturing to the dining room, "Running your hands along me, feeling me up!"

"Oh," he laughed, "that."

"Yes that!"

The man only stalked closer, like he was oblivious to the fact that he had just mortified her in front of her pupils that she unfortunately couldn't seem to avoid for longer than a day.

"Why, I quite thought you would have enjoyed it, what with all of your gestures from before."

"What?" she questioned now completely stunned.

He only fixed her with a look that seemed to show he wasn't kidding any longer, "Come on Your Majesty, we both know that you've been trying to get me to touch you all day."

Damn him.

Damn.

Him!

Regina inwardly cursed and then realized that she had sworn aloud as well. He knew. He had known all along.

She had wanted his strong hands on her. She was attracted to him. Immensely. There was a pull between them. Something strong that was becoming harder and harder for her to deny.

"I prefer Regina," she heard herself say, but it had come out like a whispered because all of the air around her had been sucked away.

He was so close, she could literally feel the heat rolling off of him in waves. He was warm bodied, and she knew that from the heat she had felt when his hands hand dusted over her not moments before.

His face was now level with hers. If he took a step closer they would be touching. She tilted her head back, realizing that he was about three inches taller than her, causing her to have to look up to see him.

That same glint that had been in his eyes when she had cornered him in the kitchen earlier had returned. She had handed out an offer and it looked as if he was going to collect his payment in full.

She gasped slightly when his hand ran up her side. He leaned in and she held her breath.

When he leaned around her however she released her breath in a pent up sigh. She heard the water faucet behind her be turned off.

"You suck," she whispered. She felt his chuckle as he held her, leaning back. His eyes were level with hers again.

Blue. That was all she could see.

There was no glint in them now, just pure admiration. For a moment she wondered how they had gotten there. How their relationship had progressed from the unresolved sexual tension to long meaningful stares so suddenly. But she couldn't think for long when she felt his hand run up her back, coming around front to brush her fallen hairs out of her face.

He tucked them gently behind her ear, pulling back to stare at her again but she stopped him. Taking her free hand, she wrapped it around his neck and pulled connecting his lips to hers in a crash.

She felt his shocked inhale before he realized what was happening. When he did however it was game over.

His hands enveloped her, pulling her up from her resting position on the counter.

Her arms wrapped around his back, steadying herself against him.

He tilted his head in order to get better access to her lips. When he parted them with his tongue she moaned, sinking deeper into the kiss.

He was so warm. His body felt like a furnace against hers. She felt his hands running down her back, covering every area of her body, and hers played in his hair.

When they both were about to faint due to the lack of oxygen they broke apart, but only for a second.

She wrapped her leg around him, grinding her center against him as she did.

She felt him respond automatically releasing a groan that she caught in her mouth.

His hands trailed down her body like fire, hoisting her leg up further to create more friction.

She moaned as he did so.

She was about to rid him of his shirt and jacket and feast on the glorious skin that lay buried underneath when the door to the kitchen swung open.

Heat flooded her. She shot back, rapidly breaking their heated kiss, trying to disentangle herself from him.

The door had paused, mid-opening, and she could barely make out the voice speaking to those at the dining table from the other side.

With a shove Robin moved back, giving her space to hop down and smooth out her dress just before the intruder made their way in.

It was Gold.

The bastard!

Regina had just enough time to fix the collar of her shirt that had somehow gotten thrown off kilter before the sniveling imp turned around.

"Ah Regina, Robin," he said, looking between the both of them now separated as far apart as possible from each other. "We were wondering if you two were ever going to come back. Belle is just about ready to unveil the dessert."

Regina eyed the man, his request seemed innocent enough. Unlike the rest of the gathering at the Charming's table however, he was not one to be blithely oblivious to what had been taking place under the cover of the table cloth. Nor was he one to be fooled by them jumping apart. What with their undoubtedly labored breathing and reddened lips it was fairly obvious what had been just about to take place atop of the Charming's kitchen counter.

However the older man didn't say nor allude to suspecting anything out of the ordinary happening between her and the Thief. She heard Robin next to her clear his throat and speak before she could question further.

"Yeah, we'll be there in a moment," he said a bit raspily, "No problem."

Gold nodded, taking a step back to exit the kitchen before lifting his head again, "Unless of course you both have already had your fill."

Regina tilted her head trying to decipher the meaning behind the imps words. When she saw the small smile that formed in the corner of the mans thinly crooked lips she felt a rush of panic sweep through her.

He knew! Of course he knew!

Regina's mouth dropped open in horror as their eyes connected and she would have sworn she saw the man that had used to be her mentor wink at her.

She was utterly mortified.

The door swung as he left and she immediately headed in the opposite direction of it.

"Regina!" she heard Robin say as he caught her arm, spinning her around. "Where are you going, the dining room is that way?" He finished, nodding towards the doors to their right.

"There's no way in Hell I'm going back out there like this!" She masked her yell with in a harsh whisper, gesturing to her disheveled clothing, "So I'm going to the bathroom to fix my face and I suggest you do the same or else the rest of the Un-Charmings will know what just happened if they don't already!"

Robin smirked, "Well then lead the way."

"Not with me!" She nearly jumped when she felt the man's strong hands once again wrap around her hips.

"Well if you don't think you can control yourself your Majesty." He said, the smirk on his face growing, "I'll just be on my way then."

Regina watched in horror as the man began to turn around as if to exit the kitchen and head back to the table where her son sat with a swatch of her bright lipstick on his face.

"Wait!" She yelled this time, grabbing his arm and spinning him back to her.

She reached up, dragging her thumb over the area of his cheek to his lips where her 'Red, Red, Red' mac lipstick was smeared to get rid of it. When she reached his lips however he moved his face, taking her thumb in between them.

She gasped, letting her mouth drop open as she felt his tongue swirl around her finger.

He let go of her with a wet 'pop' a smirk growing again on his face as he spoke.

"Thank you Milady."

She felt her throat run dry.

He leaned in and Regina felt her eyes flutter shut as he whispered into her ear, "It was your turn to be left speechless."

With that he turned, stepping back towards the door.

"Thief," She called after him, making him pause to look at her with his hand on the door, "Don't you dare think this is over."

There was a flash of something that ran through the man's eyes, before his smirk turned into a full blown smile and he spoke just before he walked out the door.

"I wouldn't dream of it."

do leave your requests in the comments! i shall be starting fresh this January with a few EF & AU one shots in this series so feel free to leave some ideas of what you'd like to read! I have a few that have already been requested in the works! ... and there is fic come January that shall be posted on it's own based on a series of one shots from here... can you guess which? x