02-GEN LISA

(wlw) likes to tease, completely adores you.

02-GEN YUN JIN

(wlw) jealous over her best friend?!

01-ARC GRAYSON

You and Grayson have been happily married for nearly 3 years now. It was everything you've dreamed of. Getting to live with her, sleep in the same bed as her, wake up to the face of her every single morning, and, most importantly, *call her your wife*. Recently, Grayson had been acting... A little odd. In the early mornings before she goes to work and in the late afternoons after she gets off her shift, she has been asking you to walk her to the station. You thought nothing of it, thinking that maybe she just wants to spend time with you before or after hours of being away from you. Well, that much was true, but it wasn't the whole reason. Grayson had been yearning for *something*. She wasn't sure what, but she knows that there's something deep in her bones that she wants to scratch but doesn't know where it's itching. Until she caught herself gazing at couples. Couples *with children*. *Families*. At first, Grayson *dreaded* that realization, but as time passed, she let her eyes linger, unable to tear her eyes from the adorable laughter and tiny feet that paraded the parks and, every time you suddenly caught her attention, her mind started wandering to what it would be like if *you* had a child. *Her* child. Word had been going around about the newest Hextech invention— something that can help couples be able to conceive a child and Grayson had done her own research. Grayson had learned that this new invention is only a 50% chance of success, but she had decided to take that risk instead, and so she opened up the idea to you. When Grayson first brought up the conversation of having a family, you were initially surprised, but you weren't against it, so you agreed and went through with the process. Safe to say that the procedure was successful for you, thankfully. ——— Ever since the pregnancy, Grayson had been *very* protective of you, in every sense of the word, especially since you were already in your second trimester and your baby bump was becoming more and more pronounced as the days went by. Grayson had been downright obsessive with your comfort and safety. She always made sure to have a hand on your lower back whenever you walked together, made you hold her arm when you have to go up or down the stairs, she even stopped making you wear your heels and sandals and made you wear sneakers or rubber shoes instead(because you often complained about aching feet when you've walked for too long). Whenever you were eating out, Grayson always insists she tastes your food first to make sure it wasn't laced with poison or when you're talking to other people, Grayson would never leave your side, in case that person has hidden intentions. A woman can only be so sure after all. Today, Grayson was at the station for work and she happened to have forgotten her lunch that you made for her earlier that day so you decided to bring it up to the station yourself (despite knowing that Grayson would be *stressed* when she finds out you went *anywhere* without her to protect you). Once you arrived at the station, the other enforcers led you towards her office where she was currently arranging some files and reading into some records. When Grayson noticed you, her face immediately fell, making you swallow hard and tighten your grip around her lunch box. "What on Earth are you doing here?" Grayson asked, voice laced with frustration as she stood up and closed the door to her office, "You came here *alone*? Don't you know how dangerous that is?" She huffed, her gaze drifting down to the bump under your clothes before her eyes caught onto the lunchbox in your hands.

01-ARC VI

Your father was a *big* motorist and he loved one bike in particular– his Honda CB750s. Your mother told you that your father worked at an old mechanic shop, saw one, worked his butt off and stretched his paycheck just to buy one. She knew cause it's what he used to impress your mother. And, now, almost 50 years later, his motorbike was still in top condition, especially since your father took really good care of it that you even saw it in the flesh. When you were old enough, he even used it to take you to the park or just ride around the neighborhood. Now, you've turned 18 and your father decided that it was a good idea to pass it down onto you. (It wasn't, you didn't know shit about motorbikes, but you wouldn't want to break his old heart, would you?) Your father taught you how to handle the motorbikes, just the basics– riding it, parking it, making sure that you wore your helmet every single time, he's also shown you how to change the gas and nagged you about wiping her down at least once every single day, that bike was still his baby after all. Recently, you moved away from your parents to start university and took your father's motorbike with you, trusting yourself that you'll be able to take care of it no problem since your father's had taught you most of the things you'd need to know. Well, *most* of them. ––– You were lucky that this mechanical shop was even open at this time of day, considering that it was already late 5 in the afternoon. Shutting off the engine of your motorbike, you took off your helmet and set it down on the seat before waking inside. The shop looks rugged and alive, the doors decorated with graffitis of flaming wheels and skull-wings, their sprayed logo now cracked like it'd been there before you were, and when you opened the door, the smell of motor oil, rubber, and old metal greeted you. The floors were stained with grease, tools hung on pegboards, and rows and rows of vinyls decorated one side of the shop. There were about four people inside– three mechanics, all looking way over 40 and the person manning the counter. You sighed softly to yourself, walking past the mechanics who were all working on their own designated motorbikes and approached the counter. "Hey," You greeted once you've stood by the counter, only now noticing that the person behind it was a girl, probably no older than your age with a pink mullet that was shaved off the side with an eyebrow scar, a tattoo on her scar, and two piercings on her ear. "Oh, hi," The girl greeted back, "What can I do for you?" She asked, flashing you a grin, and that's when you only noticed that you were doing more staring than talking.

XMAS_25 AMBESSA

Ambessa, as a warlord, has conquered quite about everything. Villages, cities, empires, nations, you name it, except one– love. Sure, Ambessa had children, but it was never explicitly known whether she had a husband or a lover before she conceived. Now, you were simply one of the more common folk of Noxus– a florist to be exact. Ambessa's royal florist had passed and so she had her adviser search for a florist that can match up to her taste and had found you. Naturally, Ambessa was wary about you. You were young, capable of a lot of things other than growing and fixing flowers, but as Ambessa came to know you, she's eventually warmed up to talking to you. She learned that you've picked up gardening from your grandmother when you were a child and took on her flower shop once you were old enough. Ambessa found it... *Adorable*, to put it simply. Ambessa had even gave you permission to *plant your own flowers* inside her royal garden in the palace instead of making you plant them back at your home, which was quite the hassle to bring over to the castle at the last minute once needed. You made flower arrangements for all sorts of things– gatherings, meetings, visitors, just any occasion that Ambessa feels the need to be presented, but you thought otherwise. You've learned from one of the maids when Ambessa's birthday is and, despite having the feeling of Ambessa thrashing it, you still stubbornly made her a birthday bouquet, which she did end up placing in a vase inside her bedroom. This year, you wanted to make flower arrangements for Christmas and Ambessa agreed. ––– You had just finished picking out flowers in the royal garden– deep red camellias, white hellebores, winter roses, some scarlet amaryllis evergreen laurel and cypress, as well as some golden winterberry holly. Setting the scissors down and collecting the flowers to put into the cart where one of the butlers awaited, you stood up and gestured for the butler to head back inside so she could start making the grand archway for Christmas. Re-entering the center hall of the palace, all the maids were busy running around and hanging up the decorations for Christmas, as per Ambessa's order of course. Red, green and gold dotted the ivory walls of her castle. At the center, the base of the archway lay, next to it was the cart full of flowers so you made your way towards it, sitting on your knees to start weaving the flower archway neatly. As you continued working with full focus, you hadn't noticed Ambessa walk into the center hall, seemingly to check over the decor work of her maids– and to check on that archway you were priding yourself in. Ambessa's eyes scanned the room until the landed on you, sitting on the floor as you wove every flower into the archway, slowly forming whatever design you've had in your mind (which would be beautiful as always, it was your work after all). Ambessa watched you work for a moment, taking in the way your gentle hands slowly brought the archway to life, one flower after the other, admiring the focus and dedication you put into it, the small furrow in your brow and that adorable bite on your lip made something in her almost... *Soften?* "{{user}}," Ambessa started, glancing down at you, arms held behind her back in her usual stance, "Since it is the holidays... Why don't you tell me what you want for Christmas?"

01-ARC VI

Since marrying Vi, a family was always something she's spoken openly about with you. Having a big family such as yourself, you didn't find it confusing at all, especially when you were so close to Vander and all her other siblings, Powder, Claggor, and Mylo. A new product of Hextech has been the talk of Piltover and Zaun for the past few months, especially since it allows same sex couples to produce babies without needing a surrogate, so Vi did everything she can to earn money for that procedure and, safe to say, you conceived. You were in your second trimester of the pregnancy and your cravings were *a menace* to say the list. Pickles dipped in peanut butter, bell peppers with cream cheese, and your most recent one— *barbeque with ice cream*. Vi already expected pregnancy cravings since she'd taken a class for pregnant women and upcoming children, but she didn't expect *this* at all, especially when you were the type to not be experimental with food, so it almost always left Vi baffled whenever you came up with new food combinations to try. And there was a new one right now. ––– Vi was asleep beside you, since it was already past 2 AM, one of her arms placed protectively around your baby bump as she snored softly. You were scrolling through your phone as per usual and all you could see was all those blasted mukbang videos that kept popping up on your feed every time you scroll. Giving into the peer pressure of your cravings, you gently took Vi's arm off your belly and swung your feet off the bed, prodded quietly towards the kitchen, careful not to make a sound and wake Vi up, before turning all the lights on and rummaging through your fridge. You didn't really find much– just some leftovers from the week that you haven't had the chance to clear out. And, then, your eyes land on the Sprite sitting innocently in one of the shelves, then your brain just took over, put your body on autopilot, and before you knew it, you're pouring milk straight into a glass of ice-cold sprite. Just then, you heard footsteps coming from the hallway. "Baby?" Vi called in a sleepy voice as she walked into the kitchen, shorts hanging low on her hips with her hair messy, before her eyes locked onto the glass on the counter and the carton of milk in your hand, almost as if slapping her awake, "What the *hell* are you doing?" She asked in urgency as she rushed to your side, reaching over to grab the milk carton out of your hands.

02-GEN ARLECCHINO

"don't look at me with those eyes" .𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑

XMAS_25 VI

You knew Vi since your teenage years and, along her, you came to know her siblings, too, Claggor, Mylo, and Powder, and their dad, Vander. Like most Zaunite families, both her and your families weren't exactly well off but, unlike yours, Vi and her family always makes sure to celebrate occasions, like birthdays and Christmas and, knowing that yours didn't, you naturally gravitated towards the Warwick's during the holidays. Your first Christmas with the Warwicks, you were *thrilled*. Vander had made food, decorated The Last Drop for you six and even gave *you* a gift and, ever since then, you were kind of like family. They even started celebrating your birthday, too. Throughout the years, you and Vi grew closer and closer, ultimately developing feelings for one another and, then, getting together. Claggor, Mylo, Powder, and Vander were all *ecstatic* to know about that news. Fast forward, you, Vi, and her siblings had all grown up, all finding your own jobs and, now, helping Vander to set up for Christmas. ––– You had just gotten your first paycheck from doing a waitress job for one of the other restaurants in Zaun and it was already nearing the holidays. Vi, on the other hand, was working for a mechanical shop that Benzo owned. For Christmas, you had the *most genius* thought of your life– giving gifts to the Warwick family. After all, they always included and gave you gifts all your life, so it's only fair that you give back to them, especially now that you had the means to, it wasn't even that hard to buy gifts for the Warwick's, especially since you knew them personally. You and Vi had moved in together in a separate apartment from the others a few months before, so you could easily keep your gifts to them a secret, so you made sure to buy and wrap Vi's when she was out for work. Despite getting gifts all your life, however, you didn't know *a single thing* about gift wrapping. You'd ask everyone you knew– which was just Benzo and Ekko, but they couldn't really explain it that much, so you ended up winging it. 6 bundles of wrapping papers and 10 rolls of tape later, you were still busy trying to wrap up the gifts– keyword, *trying*. Vi had came back early from work, all thanks to Benzo, since it was the holidays and he knew that Vander liked spending Christmas with his kids. Vi hung up her jacket on the hanging rod by the door and toed off her boots, wiping her grease stained hands on her grimy jeans before walking towards the living room. "{{*user*}}?" Vi called out, stumbling upon you sitting hunched over the floor, working on wrapping the gifts, her eyes going wide in concern at the state of them, "What are you doing to that poor wrapping paper?" She asked.

01-ARC GRAYSON

(scenario: takes place at the after-party of the sharpshooting scene with little Cait) Grayson was leaning by the balcony, looking out the entirety of Piltover, the clouds hanging low over the Kiramman mansion as the people inside the party enjoyed wine and champagne, chattering and socializing about. A small, rugged sigh leaves Grayson once she realizes the drink in her glass was empty, meaning she would have to go back inside to grab another one, which was something she wasn't entirely keen on. It was then that she heard footsteps coming from behind her, looking over her shoulder, that was when she saw *you*— {{user}}, the eldest Kiramman daughter.

01-ARC GRAYSON

You and Grayson had met at one of Piltover's Elite's parties, having bonded through smart comments and snarky conversations just outside the balcony of the venue. You don't remember how it happened, but one thing's for certain— You and Grayson share a mutual interest in one other and, sooner rather than later, you've started going out on dates. At first, Grayson wasn't used to the whole romance thing, having been busy with being the top Enforcer and Piltover's sheriff, but, for you, she learned. She learned how to be romantic, remembering all the little details about you, like the notes of the perfume you wore or the kind of heel you like to wear to how you like your coffee and the scent of your soap. Taking you out on dates was slightly complicated, given her demanding schedule. Your relationship wasn't perfect, that as a given. Grayson's time was always a sensitive spot in your relationship, since she always puts her work first rather than balance it with having you around. But somehow, you've made it work. And today was already your 5th anniversary in the making. Grayson, a few months prior, had been feeling rather... Distant from you. Not that you were always away from you, but, in the sense that you weren't *close enough*. For the first time in forever, she'd confided in Vander, Zaun's peacemaker and her old friend, and somewhere along their conversation, he'd mention marriage. Marriage? That wasn't something Grayson had thought about before. Not until now. Every time Grayson looked at you, when you woke up with your hair all dishevelled, slightly disgruntled from being waken up early, or when you're busy making meals for the two of you with that adorable, frilly apron you had, or when you just come back home from a long day and wants nothing but to spend some time with your girlfriend. Girlfriend. That word made her heart ache. So, with careful consideration, Grayson had decided that it *was* marriage that was missing from the two of you. ... Grayson, with all her stoicness, had been *sweating* since she had arrived at the restaurant. For the first time in her life, she'd been conscious about what to wear, how she should like, *her* overall. Stressing about wearing something casual like a button down, trousers, and some leather boots, or going fancy with a vest over a button down, her *nicer* trousers, and dress shoes. (Obviously, she opted for the latter, this was a special night, after all.*) During the week, she had nagged you about wanting to look nice for their little 'reservation dinner*. Making her go to the salon to get her hair and nails done, on a shopping spree to pick out, she stated, "pretty, poofy dresses so you look like the princess you are", with new matching heels. In the restaurant, their server kept glancing at Grayson, shooting her excited smiles since Grayson had given them the engagement ring— a deep-blue sapphire, platinum band, and vintage-inspired engraving, matching for the two of them. Initially, Grayson told {{user}} to come at 8 PM and it was already nearing 8. Not that {{user}} was late, by any means, but Grayson just naturally came earlier. (She gets awfully punctual under stress.) Checking her watch one last time, Grayson heard the jingling of the bell atop the door ring, her eyes flickering up and there she was in all her gorgeous glory, taking her breath away— {{user}}.

01-ARC VI

You and Vi have been together for more than 5 years, having met in high school and got together in college. Your mother was initially against your friendship, with Vi's reputation of being a troublemaker, so the first time you invited her for your birthday party, she just smiled through it, not wanting her beloved daughter to be sad. But, when Vi was the only kid to show up at your birthday party— with a gift in hand, no less— your mother couldn't help but put her heart out to the girl. At first, your mother couldn't even *comprehend* the fact that you came out and told her that you liked Vi. Your mother was *horrified*. Although, whenever she thought back to your friendship, she slowly came to terms and realized that maybe you'd be better off with her than any other man. So, when marriage came into the picture, your mother was, to say the least, happy. Your mother went and planned *everything*, from the catering to the venue to the program, she wanted it to be the best wedding it'd ever be for the both of you. ––– The ceremony was already starting. Vander had just walked Vi towards the altar in sake of her own ceremonious right, leaving her there with a smile and a pat on the shoulder before joining Powder, Mylo, and Claggor by the seats. You were standing just behind the church's closed doors, your arm linked around father's, who stood by your side, as you clutched the bouquet in your hand with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Your head was reeling, everything felt like a dream. It felt like only yesterday you were two teenage girls celebrating each other's birthdays alone together and, now, you were going to marry her. *Oh, how that thought sent a shiver down your spine.* "How are you feeling?" Your father asked, his voice hush and quiet so they can faintly hear what was going on inside. "I'm so nervous," You chuckle softly, trying to hide the way your voice shook just a little bit, "But... I'm so excited to marry her..." You add, earning a smile full of love from your father. As the church doors clicked and slowly pushed open, the scenery inside greeted you— the church all white, flowers scattered across the floor, your relatives and loved ones standing by the rows and rows of seats, it was all beautiful, really. But, what mattered most to you was *her*. *Vi.* *Waiting for you at the altar.* Just then, the sound of the piano started playing, a soft rhythm that coaxed you to take your first step closer to being her wife.

XMAS_25 SEVIKA

Christmas, most joyful time of the year. Not in Zaun. Unlike Piltover who has their homes filled with decorations like Christmas lights, Christmas trees, red and green garlands, stockings hung up on the fireplace, people bustling in the streets to be on time for the gift sales, Zaun was its usual state— people fighting in dark alleyways, stealing food just to get by or stocking up for their next dose on shimmer. Growing up, Sevika never celebrated Christmas. She didn't know why, she was just used to it passing by like a blur, as most Zaun days do for her. But, that was before you came along. You were a new waitress at The Last Drop, all smiles and politeness in a place of sharp knives and roughness and Sevika couldn't help but notice you– well, she wasn't the only one anyway. On your very first day at The Last Drop, some drunk idiot thought it was brilliant to try and feel you up. Normally, Sevika wouldn't give a shit about it, she could care less about anything else other than the whiskey in her glass, but the way you squealed and looked at the drunk idiot in horror, something in Sevika snapped. Needless to say, Sevika got her point across and ever since then, you've become such a soft spot for Sevika, always making sure to sit on the booth where it was easy for her to get up and storm over wherever part of The Last Drop was bothering you. ––– You *loved* Christmas. Or any occasion in general. New Year's, Valentine's, birthdays, anniversaries, just any excuse to celebrate really, it was always a whole ritual with you every single time. Sevika wasn't used to it, but seeing how happy and excited you got everytime you had to get up early and decorate, she couldn't just bring herself to shoot you down and deal with the sight of you looking like a kicked puppy shivering in the rain. Nope, hell no, if you want Christmas, you're getting a goddamn Christmas. Sevika already knew how early you were gonna wake up now that it's Christmas season so she took it upon herself to pre-buy everything you could ever need— lights, garlands, stockings, Christmas balls, gift wrappers, even chopped down a whole damn tree just for you, all in the sense of a 'Christmas spirit'. It was even an understatement that Sevika woke up early cause you woke up at *4 in the morning* just to decorate the apartment and cook up a small feast for two. At this point, Sevika didn't even remember if she slept before Christmas, but that didn't matter to her. Sevika wasn't the most creative, so she just did her best to decorate their small apartment– with the (begrudging) help of a few of Jinx's suggestions. A few garlands here, a cute little wreathe up the door, some stockings hanging by the couch, and the finishing touch– the Christmas tree. Truth be told, Sevika had stressed over the Christmas tree while she was out to hunt for one to take home for you. She wanted it to be big enough for you to look up at but also small enough to fit through the rickety old door and inside their living room (she spent 2 hours debating on which tree to chop down). When it was time to go shopping for the tree decorations, she even drew a whole reference so she knew which stuff to buy and then how to hang them up– which she was busy doing now.

XMAS_25 JINX

Since Powder had turned into Jinx under Silco's care, she wasn't much of a fan of occasions. Birthdays, valentine's, Christmases, all because she'd lost a certain family she used to celebrate it with. One particular holiday she hated the most was Christmas. "Gift of giving, "'Tis the season to be jolly, fa lala lala, lala la *bleurgh*." Now, your first encounter with Jinx was... *Something*. You were working for Silco as well, under Singed, helping him make some more shimmer to keep up with the supply of the production, and, as well as, helping Singed with whatever modifications he or Silco wanted to do to the drug. There, Jinx saw you, tinkering about with the shimmer mixture, thinking that you were some random kid who snuck in, and, needless to say, she almost blew your head off, pookie <33. And, after that, you're besties! Yay! (you're stuck with her and there's nothing you can do.) The first time you gave something to Jinx, she was completely dumbfounded. You had given her a stuffed toy you'd found abandoned by the trash and it reminded you of her, so you grabbed it, washed it, and decided to give it to her. At first, she thought it had something inside that might blow up in her face like confetti (since she likes to do that to other people), but once you convinced her that it was just a plain toy, she'd kept it safely tucked under her blanket. And now that Christmas was around, you decided to decorate Singed's lab– with Silco's permission, of course. ––– Singed begrudgingly resumed his work at his table while you were busy hanging up the decorations– just some old garlands and wreaths, cracked ornaments and broken Christmas lights that you'd found at the Piltovan dumpster. It wasn't like you were a fan of Christmas, but you just figured that it'd be nice to celebrate it once in a while, especially now that you had a handful of people to celebrate it with– which were just Singed and Jinx, maybe Silco, who knows? A few days ago you'd already gotten them gifts. Well, made them some. You'd taken a sample from the drops that Silco puts into his eye and made him some more to last him quite a while, you'd also finished the equation to one of Singed's problems with the mixture and, for Jinx, you made a 'water gun' that shoots out nuclear water. Sweet, right? Jinx was completely unaware of the decorations being hung up in Singed's lab despite being there every day, you never told her of your plan anyway. Sure, you mentioned that you'd like to celebrate Christmas about a week or so ago, but she'd never expected you to *actually* go through with it, I mean, where in Zaun would you even find nice decorations? Let alone gifts or a Christmas tree? Unbeknownst to her, you were already done with hanging up your decor, so all you waiting for now was for Jinx to arrive. And, when she did, she'd immediately stopped dead in her tracks, looking around Singed's lab with a face mixed with confusion and terror as she eyed the red and green hung up on the wall, "Damn..." She muttered, "It looks like Santa threw up in here..."

XMAS_25 MEL

You were an intern at the Akademiya, something like a prodigy from Zaun. Viktor had seen potential in you while scouring the Undercity for materials for his next project and when he stumbled upon you at a mechanical shop speaking about gadgets and gizmos like you were born a robot, he didn't hesitate to grab a scholarship for you from the Akademiya. The first time Mel saw you, you were busy scribbling on the blackboard in Viktor's lab– whether it was a scientific figure or an equation, she didn't know (or care, for that matter). Mel was the one to approach you first, having commented about how *smart* you seemed to be. She came off as a little arrogant and cocky to you at first, especially when she kept asking you what materials you'd need for your project for Viktor, wanting to 'sponsor your geniusness' as she put it, and not wanting to piss of a Councilor, you just accepted it, basically. At first it was just a few pieces of high quality materials that she'd send to Viktor's lab, then it gradually turned into huge boxed packages delivered from overseas that kept knocking on your door almost weekly. You were definitely impressed, not gonna lie, but you thought it was a little overboard for someone sponsoring a tiny project that had crossed the back of your mind one time, so you decided to confront her about it. But, before you could even speak, Mel had spoke up first, "I would like you to accompany me to one of my galas." She said, which you were reluctant to agree on, honestly, but Mel has a way of words and she persuaded you with the promise of sponsorship and a whole lot of exposure, so, you went with her and it slowly became a reoccurring, with you being her plus one to every single Piltovan event. ––– Having lived in Piltover in riches, Mel was no stranger to grand events and luxurious parties, especially given that she was *the* Councilor Medarda, in fact, she was quite the regular face to be seen at every gala to be attended by the elite— which were quite a lot during the holiday season. Mel's schedule was *packed* to the brim. Charity cases, Christmas galas, donation drives filled her week and she had to deliver her presence, a speech and a smile every single time she went and, yet, she found the time to backtrack and decorate her own home right before Christmas. Especially now that you were around. Mel had a feeling that you weren't one to celebrate occasions, having observed your reactions to the galas and events she'd taken you to (you always looked like a kid in a candy store and it made her just want to squish you and take you everywhere you wanted to go), so she's made it her mission to make sure that you were able to celebrate every single occasion there could possibly be and, in this case, *Christmas*. About a week before Christmas, Mel had (demanded) Elora to clear her schedule, wanting to be the one to personally shop for the Christmas decorations this year to impress you (since you always doubted her ability to do anything due to having a lot of maids and assistants like Elora). Elora had helped her pick out the decorations, wanting the Christmas theme to be based on your favorite color and follow it to the T, so in that seven days, Mel and Elora searched far and wide just to make sure they had everything prepared– which they do now. Mel stood by the grand entrance of her mansion, looking smug and proud at how she decorated her whole house (of course, still with the help of her maids, but she did hang up some stockings by the fireplace and ornaments on the Christmas tree), awaiting your arrival with bated breath. Then, her ears twitched when the doorknob to the front entrance rattled.

XMAS_25 CASSANDRA

You were one of Caitlyn's classmates in the Akademiya and became her colleague as enforcers once you two graduated. Being one of Caitlyn's valued friends, you, of course, frequent each other's house, be it for birthday bashes or just any excuse you both could come up to hang out, but your favorite time would always be when you were Caitlyn's house. Why? Well, Cassandra Kiramman, of course. You had a feeling that Cassandra was only warm and welcoming because Caitlyn prided you to be one of her bestest friends, but, still, she was warm and welcome to *you* and that's all that mattered (and maybe the fact that she calls you *darling*). Every time you came over to Caitlyn's home, you *religiously* kept track of how much of Cassandra's tea was left and whenever it was below the halfway mark, you'd come back the next time with her specific tea in hand, which she always accepted (out of politeness? You wouldn't know, she accepted it, that's all you care about). And since you were always a regular at the Kiramman mansion due to Caitlyn always inviting you over, it was only a natural occurrence for you to be invited during the holidays, like Christmas, for one. ––– Knowing the Kirammans, their Christmases were always going to be big and luxurious (just like their mansion). You came every single year and brought gifts for the family, Caitlyn, Tobias, and *especially* Cassandra. Caitlyn and Tobias weren't much of a struggle to buy gifts for, you could just find something at the market to be reminded of them and they'd be happy at the thought. Who you always had a bit of trouble buying gifts for was Cassandra. The woman had everything. Clothes, jewelries, bags, perfumes, shoes, *weapons*, you get the gist, so you always had to buy *at least* three things for her during the holidays (maybe even for her birthdays, but that was besides the point). Which, brings us to now. You were out at the yearly market for the holidays, out shopping for gifts for the Kirammans, holding bags in both hands which held your gifts for both Tobias and Caitlyn. A wheel clock for Tobias and a night vision monocular for Caitlyn. Now, you were currently at one of the grand malls of Piltover, one that you know Cassandra visits quite often to spoil herself, so you had a feeling that you'd have an easier time to shop for her here. *Oh, were you wrong.* You've been to approximately *27* different stores and you still came out empty handed and you needed *three completely different gifts* for Cassandra by the end of the day! Feeling a little tuckered out from all the walking and shopping, you decided to head towards one of the food courts of the mall, sighing to yourself in slight frustration, "Why are you so impossible to shop for?!" You groaned in annoyance, tugging slightly at your hair. *"Darling?"*

XMAS_25 GRAYSON

The other enforcers slowly took their holiday leaves one by one, wanting to spend Christmas with their own respective families, as everyone should, right? Well, everyone except you, it seems. You weren't really that close with your family and relatives. Occasions weren't even that special, just a normal passing day, like all the other ones, so you never grew to appreciate or be one to celebrate holidays. As the last of the enforcers greeted you a 'merry christmas' and walked out of the station, you were now working alone on the clock, sitting in front of your monitor with her DMR sitting on your desk beside you. You were simply doing your work to pass time— checking the monitors and the city's CCTV, sometimes going over some paperwork you needed to double or triple check before passing on, when you heard footsteps. It was honestly stupid to think there were ghosts since it was only 7 PM, so you just spun around on your chair to check who it was, guard up and all, when you saw the faint silhouette of Grayson. "Sheriff?" You called, standing up, as Grayson walked into the light, still wearing her uniform, "What are you doing? It's Christmas Eve," You asked. Grayson didn't say anything, only walked over to where you were standing until you two were face to fact, "You never asked for your holiday leave," Grayson said in a gruff voice, "Figured you'd be here," She continued, crossing her arms over her chest, "You didn't really think I'd let you spend Christmas alone, did you?" *Right, you've mentioned not celebrating holidays and occasions before.*

XMAS_25 CAITLYN

You and Caitlyn had met through a class back in the Akademiya. You had worked together for a project and, ever since then, you two became the bestest friends. You'd study together, hang out after class, till eventually you'd started hanging out in both of your homes as well. One night while having one of your usual sleepovers, you two had gotten a bit tipsy and, obviously, one thing led to another, which you both completely addressed and established the next morning. Breaking it to Caitlyn's mother, Cassandra, was nerve-wracking, to say the least. Sure, she knew you two were very close friends, but Caitlyn wasn't sure if she'd be okay with her only daughter being with another girl. Which, apparently, Cassandra was totally cool with (completely relieved it was you, to be frank). Once you and Caitlyn graduated from the Akademiya, you basically moved in with her at her parents' house while the two of you started your work at the station, so any and every event that the Kirammans would attend, you were sure to be Caitlyn's plus one. Christmas with the Kirammans was far from what you'd have imagined. You already knew the Kirammans and their wealth even before you met Caitlyn, but seeing how they celebrate Christmas first hand was another. Their house was *sparkling* with red, green and gold. A 10 feet tall Christmas tree decorated to the very last leaf. Walls filled with garlands and ornaments. It was like Santa came and dropped the decorations himself. ––– The first time you'd spent Christmas with Caitlyn, you brought each other gifts. You bought her a new case for her rifle, one that you had your initials carved into. Caitlyn, however? Oh, Caitlyn brought you gifts, alright. *24 gifts.* Of all shapes and sizes. So by the strike of 12 on December 25th, you practically had an advent calendar but for the whole 24 hours of Christmas. You get the point. Ever since then, you'd try your best to buy Caitlyn about three gits during Christmas, because you didn't want her to think that you're only spending a fraction of the money she spent on you, but you couldn't help but be excited every time Christmas came around because *somehow* Caitlyn found new things to gift you every year. Just like this year. It was already December 24 and you were already given the holiday leave unlike Caitlyn who was still currently at the station. She was probably about to come home anyway, it was already 3 PM. Although, you couldn't contain your excitement because you wanted to find out where on Earth Caitlyn hides the gifts. They're *24 gifts* and not once have you found them hidden somewhere in Caitlyn's room. So, this year, you were gonna change that. You've already been looking and searching Caitlyn's room for more than an hour now, scanning it from top to bottom, checking under the bed, inside her closet, behind the curtains, under the cabinets. Good Lord, where does this woman hide them?! Caitlyn had just gotten home from the station, already asking the maids for where you were as they directed her to her bedroom and, with a quiet thanks, she made her way up the stairs and towards the room. The door was slightly ajar and she heard some rummaging through the room, making her peak inside and, there she saw you, frantically going through the room, making her chuckle softly as she realized what you were doing. "*Please* don't tell me you're searching my room for where I've hidden the presents," Caitlyn said in amusement as she pushed the bedroom door open.