Crossover Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Last Christmas ❯ One-Shot

I do not own any of the characters of Inuyasha or Yu Yu Hakusho. They were created and are owned by the wonderful Rumiko Takahashi and talented Yoshihiro Togashi, respectively.

AN: I decided to write a Christmas themed one-shot featuring my favorite crossover pairing, Kurama and Kagome. It’s long and full of fluff. Also, there’s a scene with Inuyasha that I really enjoyed writing. I can never seem to make him the bad guy because I really do think he’s an amazing character.

The song Kagome is singing and listening to in the beginning is “Last Christmas” covered by Jimmy Eat World, originally recorded by Wham!. It’s one of my favorite Christmas songs. Of course this also where the title of this one-shot came from.

There’s a lemon at the end, hence the X rating.

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“Last Christmas, I gave you my heart;
The very next day, you gave it away.
This year, to save me from tears,
I’ll give it to someone special…”

A petite, raven-haired young woman of about twenty-two danced around her apartment, twirling and singing the song blaring from the elaborate stereo system set up in the living room. Kagome had just finished unloading and assembling the medium-sized artificial, pre-lit Christmas from it’s packaging. She nodded in approval and began tearing into a large box containing ornaments and trimmings her mother had given to her a couple weeks ago when she returned to her family shrine to celebrate Thanksgiving with her family.

Christmastime was Kagome’s favorite time of the year. She loved how the holiday season brought people together. She also reveled in the way that this time of year seemed to fill the air with a sort of whimsical magic.

‘It wasn’t so magical a year ago,’ mused Kagome with a sad smile as she hung up shiny red bulb.

:: Flashback ::

It was just about sundown when the weary, battle-worn group of misfit travelers had returned to the village of Edo. Kagome was looking forward to spending Christmas once again with her Feudal family; this year, however, would be even more special.

Naraku was dead, and the Shikon no Tama dangled from Kagome’s neck in its entirety.

Inuyasha had lost a lot of blood that his hanyou body was currently trying to replenish while he was sprawled out, unconscious on the back of Kirara. Kagome was concerned for him, of course, but was also relieved that was the worst of the group’s injuries obtained from the fight. She was walking next to the neko youkai, refusing to leave Inuyasha’s side. She grinned when she looked ahead of her and saw Sango and Miroku holding hands in a rare display of their affection for one another. She glanced back to Inuyasha and thought,

‘If only I could read what’s going on in that thick skull of yours, Inuyasha. What happens now?’ She instinctively clutched the bauble hanging from her slender neck. ‘I can’t let you become a full demon. You can hate me if you want, but we both know it won’t turn out well. And what happens to us? Do you really want me by your side forever?’

The shrill, childish call of her name brought her out of her musings.

“Kagome, you’re back! Is the baka going to be okay? He didn’t get himself killed did he? I don’t smell death, just his normal baka scent!” announced Shippo as he skidded to a halt in front of the blue-eyed miko. Kaede was trudging along behind the boisterous little fox.

“Shippo-chan! What have I told you? Speaking like that about Inuyasha isn’t very nice. And yes, he’ll be fine. He lost a lot of blood during the battle,” she scolded him as she turned to firecat. She motioned for Kirara to take Inuyasha into the small hut where Miroku and Sango were waiting to tend to his wounds. Then, she spoke to the elderly priestess. “Kaede-sama, Naraku is no more, and the jewel is restored.”

“Hai, child. Let us prepare a holy ceremony, where a wish can be made upon the jewel. The sooner ye rid the world of that cursed object, the better,” responded the wise miko. Kagome agreed wholeheartedly.

Later on that evening, Miroku and Sango wandered off to discuss their future while Kaede took Kirara and a reluctant Shippo out to gather herbs to burn at the ceremony, Kagome sat next to Inuyasha’s supine form, every once and a while applying a new cool cloth to his forehead. Inuyasha’s nose started to twitch and sniff, familiarizing itself with its surroundings.

When a bleary, golden eye popped open, Kagome let out a sigh of relief.

“Oi, wench! What happened? I feel like shit,” barked Inuyasha, wincing when the sound of his own voice reached his sensitive puppy ears.

Kagome giggled a bit and responded, “Looks like you’ve made a full recovery. You did it, Inuyasha. You killed Naraku. And look! I have the jewel.” She shakily took the orb from around her neck and placed it in the palm of his clawed hand. “Kaede-sama is preparing a ceremony so that you can make a wish.” She bit her bottom lip and observed him.

Inuyasha rolled the jewel around and clutched it like it was his lifeline. He looked into Kagome’s eyes when he scented the fear and nervousness radiating off her small frame.

“Why are you scared? You don’t trust me, do you?” Inuyasha’s ears flattened into his unruly, white mane at his own voiced accusation. “I don’t want to be a full youkai anymore, ya know?”

“N-no! It’s not that. It’s just… I-I’m scared because I don’t know what comes next. I mean I’m happy that you’ve decided to remain a hanyou. It’s who you are, Inuyasha, and you should never run from yourself,” said Kagome. “What I’m trying to say is, after you wish on the jewel, the well could close, or I might be sent back to my own time for good.” She looked deep into Inuyasha’s eyes and continued, “Whatever should happen, I just want you to know that… I-I love you, Inuyasha.”

“L-love me?” came the intelligent response from the hanyou. He knew, of course he did, but could he ever return that love he saw in her eyes? He knew the answer.

“Kagome, you’re very special to me,” he cursed himself when he spotted a flicker of hope in her gaze and had to turn away, “but my heart remains with Kikyo. I gave it away a long time ago, and even though so much has happened, I-I just never really got it all back…”

Kagome had tuned him out after she heard Kikyo’s name. Nearly five and a half years she had stuck by him. She thought he had moved on from her incarnation. In the last two years, they had only crossed paths twice in fact. Once included today, at the battle, where Kikyo had lent some of her spiritual powers to distract Naraku so that Inuyasha could land the killing blow.

“…uh, hello? Kagome?” The hand waving in front of her face snapped her attention back to Inuyasha.

Wordlessly, she stood and turned her back on him, tears free falling down her rosy cheeks. She made her way out of the hut where she bumped into Kaede, Shippo, and Kirara.

“I have to go. I’m sorry. I love you all, I really do. And Sango and Miroku. T-Tell them that, please. I don’t belong here any longer.”

And then she ran, ignoring the wailing calls of Shippo and concerned shouts of Kaede.

She faintly recognized the red blur flitting through the trees as the sounds and scenes of the forest whizzed by. When she reached the clearing of the Bone Eater’s Well, Inuyasha was already there.

“Kagome, please! I’m sorry. You can’t leave like this,” begged Inuyasha, taking a step towards her.

“No, Inuyasha. It’s something I must do,” she panted. “Sango and Miroku have each other. Shippo is a child; he’ll be sad for a while but will bounce back. And you have,” she cast a glance to the edge of the clearing where an eerie soul-stealer slithered around a tree, “her.”

Inuyasha also spotted the telltale sign that Kikyo was near, but he didn’t move.

Kagome let out a tiny, bittersweet chuckle. “Oh, sure. Now you won’t run to her.” She closed the gap between Inuyasha and herself and embraced the half demon. She let out a weary sigh when his arms circled her, and against his neck she whispered, “Merry Christmas, Inuyasha. Be happy.”

She stepped away, and the kotodama rosary tumbled to the blades of grass near the hanyou’s feet. Kagome hopped over the lip of the well for the last time.

Inuyasha stood over the well, and as he watched her slip away forever, he thought, ‘Goodbye, Kagome. I do love you, more than you’ll ever know, and I’m sorry it had to end this way, but you need happiness, too. I had to lie to you for your own good. There’s just too much pain and suffering in this era. Even though you’ve shown me that there are people who can accept a hanyou, there would be no certain future with me as your mate.’

He pulled the completed Shikon no Tama from his billowy firerat sleeve, and, as a solitary tear rolled down his pale cheek, Inuyasha poured his soul into a silent wish,

‘Help Kagome to find the one who can love her freely and as much as she deserves for all she has given everyone, including myself.’

500 years into the future, when Kagome’s sneaker-clad feet touched down on the worn, soft dirt, she collapsed and sobbed. Minutes later she clutched her chest as she was surrounded by an iridescent glow. The illumination absorbed into her body, and once again, she was blanketed by the darkness off the well house.

‘It’s done. The jewel is inside me again. Inuyasha,’ were her last thoughts as she passed out from the emotional and physical exhaustion of reuniting with the powerful Shikon no Tama that had started it all.

:: End flashback ::


Kagome’s cerulean eyes lit up as she admired her handiwork. ‘There’s just something about a completely decorated Christmas tree that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Speaking of the warm and fuzzies, I wonder if Kurama will be home in time for Christmas.’

She frowned and made her way over to a shelf by the window where she grabbed a framed picture. It was her favorite photograph of the kitsune. Somehow, she had managed to capture one of those charming smiles Kurama reserved only for her. The emerald green of his eyes and flaming locks of his hair made her miss him even more as she ran a manicured finger over the glass covering his handsome face.

Kagome met Kurama a couple months after her permanent return to the twenty-first century. She had been walking home from running errands for Mama when she bumped into her cousin, Keiko. The two slipped into a nearby café and caught up with each other, of course Kagome had evaded the questions pertaining to her absence from family functions over the previous five years. Keiko told Kagome of her fiancé, Yusuke, and invited her to their engagement party.

At first, she had thought coming to the party was a huge mistake, especially after she felt out all the youkai auras in attendance. As soon as Keiko invited her inside, the tip of a sword was pointed at her neck by a short, black demon.

“Die, miko,” he hissed. Kagome began calling upon her miko powers, but she was caught so off guard she doubted they would have worked. Hiei was about to plunge the sword into her neck, but was stopped by a rose whip wrapping around the lethal weapon, dislodging it from the hybrid’s grasp.

“Hiei, do behave,” the deep, cool timbre of a masculine voice echoed in her frazzled head. She opened her eyes and followed the sound of the voice to the most gorgeous being she had ever seen.

Blue met green, and the rest was history.

Now, nine months later, the Spirit Detectives were on a mission deep in the recesses of Makai. Kurama didn’t want to leave, but of course, he had no choice. Kagome understood all too well about duties and obligations, and she even begged to go with him. They had made love all night and in the morning, Kurama kissed her goodbye as she slept, and he vowed to return to their downtown apartment as soon as possible.

That was exactly six weeks ago. Kagome bit her bottom lip and rubbed her not yet showing pregnant belly.

Surprised? So was Kagome when she went in for her routine check-up. She told her mother on Thanksgiving. The only other person she informed was Keiko, who had taken it upon herself to constantly fuss over and keep tabs on Kagome.

She set the framed picture of Kurama down, turned off the stereo, and plopped down onto a plush, comfortable chair, propping her feet up on the matching ottoman. ‘I’ll worry about cleaning up later,’ she thought as she snuggled further into the large chair. Her eyes had just slid close when she heard the jingling of keys outside her door.

‘Damnit,’ she mentally cursed, ‘Giving Keiko that key might just be my downfall!’

She didn’t even move as she heard the door unlock and swing open.

“I thought I told you that we’d be just fine on our own for at least a day, Keiko-chan. Honestly, you’re like a mother hen!” she exclaimed.

A masculine chuckle bounced off the walls of the apartment, and Kagome opened her eyes to see Kurama leaning against the doorframe with a very amused expression on his face.

“K-Kurama!” Kagome shouted as she maneuvered her way out of the chair and enthusiastically threw herself at him. She shuddered when his strong arms held her tightly to his warm body. “You’re home! You’re really here! Kami, I missed you so much,” she managed to get out between the excited kisses she was placing all over his lips.

“Hai, my Kagome. I’m home. I’ve missed you, too. You look even more beautiful than when I left,” he gently pried her off of him and closed the door so the neighbors wouldn’t get the wrong idea, especially since his body was already starting to respond to her proximity. Staring down into blue eyes of the woman that was on his mind every second he was away, he continued, “There is something different about you.”

Kagome’s cheeks pinked, and then she graced Kurama with the most brilliant smile he had ever seen her wear.

“Indeed. There’s something I, no, we have to tell you,” she started. Kurama was slightly confused. He sensed no one else in the apartment, so he asked,

“Has my absence made you delirious? You said ‘we’ earlier when you assumed I was Keiko. Are you feeling okay?” He sniffed lightly for any sign of illness, when the smell of something else coming from her abdomen caught his attention. The scent, though very faint, was mingled very thickly with his distinct scent and Kagome’s, as well as a strange, unusual smell.

New life.

Realization dawned on him, and his gaze shot to Kagome’s anxious and awaiting stare.

He lifted his hands to cradle her face, and brought himself just close enough so that his lips were mere centimeters away from hers. His piercing green eyes bore into her electric blue orbs.

“We’re having a baby?” Kurama whispered. It came out as a question, but he already knew the answer.

“You know, for such a strong, powerful, cunning kitsune, you’re awfully slow on the uptake,” she said with a mischievous wink and closed the distance between their bodies.

The kiss was so full of emotions that the two became lost completely in the feel of one another. Kurama delicately, but passionately, nibbled on Kagome’s bottom lip, insistent on seeking out her wicked little tongue. Kagome resisted at first, teasing her horny youkai lover, but parted her lips and gave into that kitsune seduction she had been craving for six weeks. Their tongues battled for dominance and, of course, Kurama’s sensual muscle won as it stroked hers relentlessly.

The duo’s hands were far from idle.

Kagome’s caressed Kurama’s back lovingly; then, as the kiss grew into something more, her tiny fingers danced upwards to entangle in the crimson hairs at the nape of his neck. Kurama’s graceful hands did the exact opposite, sliding down to cup Kagome’s delectably firm ass.

Kagome’s lust-hazed mind faintly registered Kurama lifting her and instinctively, her legs wrapped around his lean waist.

Kurama was barely capable of logical thought at this point; however, he managed to realize that their bedroom was too far away for his liking and taking her against the wooden door would not bode well for their amicable status with the neighbors. He tore his mouth away from Kagome’s, much to his displeasure.

Apparently, Kagome wasn’t too thrilled about the loss either, because she nuzzled his neck and began a series of very sexy, punishing lovebites. Kurama meant to growl in reprimand, but the sound that issued forth sounded suspiciously like a rumbling moan of approval.

‘Vixen knows too well all my weaknesses. Ah, ha!’ Kurama mentally cheered as the spacious living room couch entered his line of vision. ‘Problem solved.’

He smirked at Kagome’s small, surprised squeak when he fluidly leapt over their cherrywood coffee table, securing his tight hold on the precious cargo in his arms. With great care, he gently deposited the gorgeous miko on the comfy sofa and proceeded to blanket her soft, supple form with his hard body.

Supporting his weight on one elbow, Kurama trailed his hand down her torso and tugged insistently up on the hem of Kagome’s ribbed, navy blue tank top. In a flash, the garment was flung to the far corner of the room. Immediately, Kurama started an assault on the swell of her right breast, nipping, then soothing with his long youkai tongue, while he palmed both bra-clad twins in his large hand, teasing Kagome’s nipples through the silky nylon blend of material.

Kagome was moaning with need now and decided she should kick things up a notch by raising her hips and gyrating against the large bulge protruding from Kurama’s denim-covered crotch. She sucked in a breath at the delightful friction, which only served to increase the ache pooling below. She assumed that Kurama must have gotten the hint because he stopped laving her ample bosom and quirked a very sexy eyebrow at her wanton antics.

He leaned down to nibble on her earlobe and whispered hotly, “Tell me what you want, love.”

‘So he still wants to tease? Insufferable kitsune nature,’ mumbled Kagome mentally.

Perhaps it was the elevated hormones coursing through her body, or maybe the desperation for skin on skin contact with her absent lover, but whatever the cause, Kagome looked into Kurama’s hooded eyes and let out an impressive growl for a ningen female. With the quickness of a youkai, Kagome ripped open his dress shirt, the buttons flying and pinging off various pieces of furniture.

Kurama had never been so turned on in his life. Her lascivious behavior made is cock rock hard and pulsing with desire to be freed from its confines.

“Now, now, Kagome,” Kurama scolded as he tweaked her pert little nose. “Let me pleasure you first. Relax, koibito.”

Kagome felt a rush of liquid heat pour out of her core in anticipation. She laid back, her long, ebony locks fanned out beneath her angelic face as she awaited Kurama’s next move.

The kitsune wasted no time in divesting the rest of his miko’s clothing. The articles went sailing every which way. ‘She is the most beautiful thing I have ever been privileged enough to behold. And now, she carries my kit. Our kit.’

Kagome shivered as his hands reacquainted themselves with her body, smiling and looking deep into his bewildered green gaze when he paid extra attention to the soft skin of her belly. He placed a gentle, loving kiss above her navel and dipped his tongue into her slightly pushed out belly button. His fingers traveled lower to stroke up the insides of her thighs. Kagome let out a long, throaty moan when one of the smooth, masculine appendages made contact with the outer lips of her hot slit.

She parted her legs and bucked against him automatically as he started to slowly massage the throbbing nub above her needy, already sopping entrance. The scent of her unique womanly essence made his mouth water until he couldn’t resist tasting her sweet nectar anymore. His extended youkai tongue began lapping at Kagome’s juices, circling her tight hole, while his thumb continued identical ministrations on her clit.

“Mmm. Kurama-kun. Y-yes! Kami, that tongue of yours,” Kagome breathed huskily. Kurama then began to tongue fuck her tiny entrance, rapidly entering and curling his long magical muscle repeatedly deep inside her. His eyes never left her face as he watched his irresistible miko throw her head back in absolute bliss and desperately clutch the arm of the sofa behind her. Just when Kagome thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he removed his fingers from her pleasure spot and replaced them with his mouth, sucking hard, while swirling his tongue around and around.

Kagome opened her mouth in a silent scream, clenching her eyes shut tight as a fresh wave of juices poured out of her, which Kurama greedily devoured. The combination of her taste and her erotic responsiveness had the fox’s manhood oozing pre-cum in this pants.

As Kagome floated back down to the land of the living, unable to wipe the lazy, sated grin off her face, Kurama slid up her tingling body, lying on his side and leaning over to observe the mother of his developing child.

Kagome grabbed his crimson forelocks and brought his forehead down to touch hers.

“T-Thank you, koi,” she whispered shakily, still trying to catch her breath from the onslaught of sensations she had experienced.

Kurama beamed one of those special, charming smiles of his, and replied softly, “Kagome, do not thank me. It’s I who should be grateful to you.” He began stroking her belly again. “You are giving me the most precious gift ever, my vixen.”

Kagome was seriously trying to listen, but the grazing of his fingers on her skin, the cool timbre of his voice, the mesmerizing movements of his lips, and most importantly, the hardened length pressing into her thigh had her rubbing her legs together unconsciously to quell the re-stirring ache in her loins. She snapped out of her daze when she didn’t hear Kurama’s voice anymore.

Sniff, sniff.

She was, however, aware of the twitching nose that had no doubt by now discovered her rekindling arousal. Kagome couldn’t help but blush at what a hentai she was becoming.

Lifting her blue eyes to Kurama’s amused emerald stare, she let out a sigh and exclaimed, “Damn hormones! I can’t concentrate with you being all… and… ugh–!”

She never got to finish because Kurama sealed her lips with a searing kiss. He pulled her into his arms and sat up to lean against the back of the couch. They never broke the kiss as Kagome straddled Kurama’s thighs and proceeded to loosen his jeans while he shook off the shirt still clinging to his shoulders haphazardly.

“Up,” Kagome managed to get out. Somehow, Kurama understood and lifted his hips so that she could slide his jeans and boxers down his muscled thighs and over his knees to pool around his feet on the floor. She felt his chest muscles rippling and twitching under her touch as she made her way down to the apex of his legs to grab his thick, throbbing manhood.

Kurama panted heavily in her ear, “Let me make love to you, anata. Kami, I want you so bad it hurts.” He sucked in a breath when Kagome lifted herself onto her knees to hover just over his member, the heat from her moist core teasing the sensitive tip of his cock.

She licked the shell of his ear and replied coyly, “You already have me, Kurama. I’m all yours. Go ahead, love me.”

Kurama’s eyes widened and reddened momentarily at Kagome’s boldness. His hands stroked her sides before grasping her slender waist. Kurama then pulled her hips down, and using his strong legs, he pushed upward gently to bury his dick to the hilt. Kagome’s tight, but hot and wet channel pulsated around his girth.

They stared into each other’s eyes, tuning out everything but the pure paradise consuming them as Kagome’s hips rocked forward slowly. Kurama’s head lulled backwards, and he decided to let her set the pace, so as not to harm the kit inside her womb; sometimes, their lovemaking tended to be quite rough. Kagome’s wetness was lubricating his turgid shaft and making it so easy for her to slide up and down his length at a moderate speed.

He could tell Kagome was tiring from using her leg muscles to bounce on his cock. Widening his feet, which, in turn, made him slip a little further into Kagome, Kurama braced his legs and held onto the back of his miko’s silky thighs, opening her slit even more to him. He held her slightly lifted so that he had enough room to make long, smooth thrusts inside Kagome. .

Kagome leaned over Kurama, clinging onto his firm biceps, helpless to do anything but scream in ecstasy as he continued fluently pumping into her over and over, completely turning her world upside down.

“AAAHHH! Oh, oh, ohhh. ‘R-rama, baby. It’s so-so good, ugh! Lo-ve you so muuuch,” chanted Kagome, as her narrow walls clenched around his proud, pulsing manhood. He responded to her ramblings by speaking his own,

“Mine! Kagome, K-Kami, so tight. My vixen. Cum f-for me, beloved.”

As soon as the words left Kurama’s mouth, he crashed his mouth onto hers and swallowed her scream of sexual satisfaction. Feeling her entire body shudder in orgasmic bliss, he pulled her hips down to meet his one final time before releasing his seed deep inside of her rippling, spasmodic channel.

Kagome felt boneless and heavy as she collapsed onto Kurama, and she let out a soft groan as his flaccid length slid out of her sticky entrance. The former fox thief stroked her back and rumbled from deep in his chest to sooth his exhausted little miko. No words needed to be spoken at the moment as the pair took the time to bask in the afterglow of their rejoining.

Eventually, Kagome lazily tilted her head back to say something to Kurama, but became speechless as she met the youkai’s intense gaze. The emotions swirling in his emerald depths made the butterflies in her stomach flutter uncontrollably and feel like they had caught in her throat and rendered her incapable of producing words.

“Aishiteru, Kagome Higurashi. I had previously planned on waiting until Yusuke and Keiko’s annual Christmas Eve party to give you your Christmas present,” spoke Kurama, “however, I fear I cannot wait until then.” He moved the miko off of him and stood, pulling up his boxers and pants. Then, he sauntered away down the hall and into their bedroom.

‘Christmas present this early? I’ve never known Kurama to be the impatient type. What’s gotten into him?’ wondered Kagome as she wrapped a nearby throw blanket around her naked form. She also caught the sound of an opening and closing drawer. She huffed and thought, ‘And this present has been right underneath my nose the whole time!’

He reemerged from the bedroom with his hands behind his back. Kagome couldn’t help but admire her handsome boyfriend’s lean frame.

He came to stand right in front of the couch she had yet to move from.

“Close your eyes, Kagome.”

Said miko pouted but responded, “Fine, koi, I’ll bite. What do you have for me?” She closed her eyes and held out her hands. She heard Kurama’s chuckle, the rustle of his jeans, and then the opening of… a box, maybe?

She cracked an electric blue eye open when Kurama’s kneeling form delicately took a hold of her left hand. Her curious orbs then widened comically when he slipped a gold band adorned with a perfect little pink diamond on her ring finger. Then he spoke the words that made Kagome’s heart skip a beat,

“Please become my wife, my mate, Kagome? Let me spend forever cherishing you, the kit we have created, and any kits that follow. I promise to always protect and love you for the rest of my life and beyond.”

For the second time that evening, she flung herself at the redhead. This time, tears of joy slid down her face as she kissed Kurama senseless, then finally responded to his proposal,

“Hai, Kurama. I love you so much, and I’ll stay with you forever. A year ago, I never dreamed I could feel anything other than lost and alone. Arigato for coming into my life and rescuing me from myself. You are my happiness.”

The couple cuddled and talked long into the night about the future, the past, just about everything and anything; of course, the majority of the conversations were in regards to the little guy or girl they couldn’t wait to meet in about seven and a half months. As they stretched and stood to retire for the evening, Kurama chuckled and remarked,

“You did a wonderful job of assembling and decorating the Christmas tree on your own, koibito; however, I must say that I do admire the new, more provocative version.”

Confused, Kagome looked at the artificial evergreen in question and giggled at the pink and white striped Victoria’s Secret bra dangling from a top branch.

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Happy Holidays!
xoxo sammy_sakura