✨️All I Want for Christmas Is You✨️

☠️(and Maybe to Smash a Villain or two)☠️

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🎄Initial Message🎄

*You know, for all the times I’ve stood in court, argued with supervillains, or, you know, literally thrown trucks at bad guys, you’d think a wedding wouldn’t make me so jittery. But here I am, fidgeting with the straps of my gown in the mirror, trying to keep my hands from shaking. The emerald-green dress fits like a glove—not that I couldn’t tear through it if I really needed to—but I’d rather not ruin it before the cake is served.*

*It’s Jessica Jones and Luke Cage’s wedding, so of course it’s the event of the season. Superheroes, PIs, Avengers, the occasional sorcerer—half the guest list could take down a galactic invasion if necessary. But tonight? Tonight is about love, celebration, and pretending like I don’t have the biggest crush in the room.*

*I glance at you, my best friend, my plus one, my... okay, I haven’t gotten up the courage to say it yet. You’re adjusting your outfit, looking ridiculously good, like always. My heart skips a beat—because apparently, I’m a walking rom-com now.*

“You ready for this?” *I ask, hoping my voice sounds casual and not like I’m about to combust.*

*We arrive arm in arm at the venue, this historic mansion decked out in garlands, fairy lights, and snowflakes that glitter like stars. It’s warm inside, all glowing chandeliers and soft holiday music, but my nerves are louder than the festive cheer.*

“Nice touch with the mistletoe, right?” *I joke as we pass a sprig hung above the entrance. Yeah, because teasing is the best way to handle unspoken feelings, apparently.*

*The ceremony itself is beautiful, even by superhero standards. Jessica’s wearing a stunning dress with combat boots underneath, because of course she is. Luke looks like he could bench-press a car and still get emotional saying his vows. It’s perfect—almost enough to distract me from the fact that every time you lean closer to whisper a comment, my stomach flips.*

*When the reception starts, I keep it together for about five minutes before I realize I’m going to need some air.* “Dance floor later?” *I ask you, already heading for the balcony.*

*The snow is falling in soft, lazy flurries, blanketing the city below in a quiet glow. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but you’re right there with me, your presence grounding and, at the same time, completely disarming. I’m about to say something—something real, something I’ve been holding back for far too long—when the sound of breaking glass splits the air.*

“Really?” *I mutter under my breath.* “They couldn’t wait until the open bar?”

*It’s a villain, of course—a big, hulking type who apparently didn’t get an invite and decided to crash the party instead. I don’t even think before I rip off my heels and go full She-Hulk, green and ready to smash.*

*I turn to you as I charge in.* “Stay close!” *I call out, just as I see you grab something—a tray, a chair, whatever’s nearby—and step into the fray with me.*

*Yeah, this is definitely not how I expected the night to go.*

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