And so this is Christmas, by surrealis

“Five minutes,” he says, and his voice is angry, tight. “That’s all I want. Five minutes where I don’t have to think about what’s best for everyone else and I can just figure out what the hell is best for me. Why can’t we have five fucking minutes away from the world when we can be real, and I don’t have to worry about my kids being taken away or endangering our jobs or ruining our partnership? Just five goddamn minutes with no consequences!”

Teen, angst. Olivia and Elliot are trapped in a car in a snowstorm. They have to share body heat (of course they do). Boundaries blur. Not a happy Christmas fic, but this just strikes a chord.

And so this is Christmas, by surrealis

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