Hi Guys! This Is Just A Quick Reminder That The Kidge Winter Event Is Starting Soon!! Where I Live Is

Hi guys! This is just a quick reminder that the Kidge winter event is starting soon!! Where I live is 10 pm so it will start in 2 hours, yay! I can't wait to read or see all your fics and art!!

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Kidge winter event

Day 2: Chrismas tree/ Jacket

Pidge opened the dusty cardboard box, taking a cloth and dusting the small Christmas baubles and decorations. Not far from her, Keith was busy decorating the green, symbolic pine tree with adorable fairy lights. “Are you really sure? Green and red?”: he looked at her, and she responded with a simple amused look. “The question is why not? They are the colors of our original lions…": she shrugged her shoulders amused: "I mean, it's become a family tradition now!" She waved her wedding ring finger proudly and Keith couldn't feel happier in that moment. After spending the last eight years as engaged couples, he managed to take some courage out of her last year, finally putting that ring on her finger. “And your family traditions?”: He laughed at her, looking at her. “I'm a Kogane now, Kogane, the Holts are a thing of the past…”: she joked, blowing on a particularly dusty decoration. “I'm sorry to disappoint you but my father didn't have any Christmas traditions…”: he sighed, taking the small group of baubles that she had just finished dusting and decorating the tree. “Well… Traditions have to start from someone, right?”: she asked, with a tone as if it were more a reasoning said aloud or a question for herself. He chuckled as she hung some baubles, alternating red and green ones with some small branches or gold accents. After all, it was almost Christmas. “No no no! There are too many red ones!”: she shook her head, pointing at the entire tree with her index finger. “But I hung all the balls you gave me…”: Keith snorted. “Of course, because Kosmo broke the others last year…”: she replied, pointing to the space wolf who was calmly lying on the large white sofa looking at the thick snow. Theirs was a relatively large house: an open space with kitchen, living room and dining room with a wall covered in glass so they could see the bush that surrounded it not far from the Garrison, while upstairs there was a small study, a laboratory and two bedrooms. Furthermore, Keith had insisted on having a huge underground garage. “Never mind, it means we'll buy more…”: he shrugged his shoulders, whistling at Kosmo who raised his head. “Now?!”: she stood up, looking at him in surprise: “Would you like to go out for some Christmas decorations in a snowstorm?!” “Why not?”: he chuckled, while she rolled her eyes. “Because even though we are married, this house is registered in my name, which means that whoever is in here is under my power and control”: she crossed her arms over her chest: “Put simply, you are not going there” “I need more if you want me to stay…”: he chuckled, looking her up and down. “Okay!”: she blushed, snorting. “You have to pick me up to put the star on, I can't reach it…” He laughed at her seeing her like that. Every time she admitted something so embarrassing, especially if it involved her height, her cheeks would turn that red that always made him laugh. “Okay…”: he nodded, picking her up bridal style and carrying her back to the living room. He let go of her so she could reach for the large gold star, but when he took it back, Pidge let out a small cry of surprise as he placed her on his back over his shoulders. “Keith, you asshole!”: She swats her feet hitting his chest. "What's up? Do you like the view from up there?”: he teased her while she sighed. And then, she placed the star on the tree.

One of my family's traditions is to have the tree decorated every year with different colors or combinations. This year I proposed red and green as colours, but my mother didn't like it at all… Never mind, I'll try next year…

Pidge helps treat Keith's wound.

Kidge winter event

Day 7: Cooking (Modern AU)

The snowflakes danced on the house driven by the wind and the freezing current on the illuminated city. From the windows you could see New York, beautiful and crowded as always, snow-capped and silent. Katie focused again on the dough in her hands, which had stuck to her hands as she looked outside. She grunted, trying to get more flour from the paper bag, but she unexpectedly dropped it and grunted again. Luckily she managed to get enough of the dough off her hands, she went to the sink and started washing her hands. Her university classes were quite tiring, not to mention the endless days she spent in the huge penthouse studying instead of enjoying the Big Apple. She had many times received invitations from other students in the same classes as her, or with Lance and Hunk, hell, she had even promised Keith a proper date, so that they wouldn't always have to only see each other late at night. After all, he was as busy and tired with his job in the army as she was with university.

She dried her hands, took a vacuum cleaner and cleaned up the mess on the cold, dark wooden parque. She had managed as much as she could to remedy the neutrality of how she had found the apartment upon her arrival, bare and without a minimum of personality, and, even if not much had changed, there were still beautiful curtains and green plants, frames with photos of important friends, and a huge painting of a green lion hanging on the bare white wall.

Katie continued baking the damn cookies. After finishing studying she went to bed without dinner, completely exhausted, but she couldn't sleep, so she looked for a rather simple recipe for beginners online. Maybe she could give some to Keith when he returned, or to Hunk for some advice. She rolled out the dough with a rolling pin, then took some tender tree-shaped molds that belonged to her mother. She didn't jump when the front door suddenly opened with disturbing slowness, revealing a figure dressed in black and dusted with snow. She smiled as he dropped the bag in the corner. She always kept the front door open even at night, also because only two attics were housed on her floor and the security was too rigorous to overcome it.

“How strange, I thought you lived in the appartament 2001, Keith”: she laughed at him, looking up and placing her dirty hands on the island.

“I've been away for a long time, I just wanted to see you”: he returned a smile, putting his hands in his pockets and moving closer to her, and when he was next to her, he helped her by moving the dough molds on a layer of flour.

“Aren't you tired?”: she asked.

“Yes, but my girlfriend is more tired than me and she is making delicious cookies. If I help her she will go to bed early and so I will be able to fall asleep more easily, next to her": he smiled, touching her cheeks and dirtying them with flour.

“It's very sweet, but I'm fine, plus I haven't been on a military base in Texas for a week…”: she laughed at him, throwing a handful of white powder on his uniform. Her jacket and pants got dirty, as did her face and the floor, but they didn't care.

“I trained my body, you trained my mind, that's really tiring”: he shrugged his shoulders, concentrating not to break the thin pastry: “How's university going?”

“Excellent, I'd say, the first semester is over. Finally!”: she rejoiced calmly.

“Does this mean you're finally going to take a break from studying?” His purple eyes darted over her.

“Maybe”: she nodded with a smile: “And it also means that one day you will take me out on the date I promised you”

He smiled again as he watched her take the pan and put the cookies in the oven. She sighed putting her hands behind her back, a proud expression on her face.

“Good, we have 20 minutes”: she turned to look at him again, leaning against the island without getting her sweater dirty: “What do we do? Will you go back to your apartment and unpack your suitcase and then come back here as soon as I call you?”

“What if I stay here?”: he looked at her penetratingly.

“You will still be welcome”: she smiled, forgetting about the scattered flour and sitting on the island to tower over him, bringing him closer and pulling him into a kiss. He reciprocated eagerly, placing his hands on either side of her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his back.

After 30 minutes they remembered the burnt biscuits in the oven.

Hi everybody!! Here where I live is midnight of December 18, so let's this kidge winter event begin!! I already programmed the first day: the fic will be out around 7 am (where I live).

Name and Meanings???

Because I'm curious even if I have a lot to do but... bruh...

Katie: It's a variant of the name Catherine from the greek "kataròs" and means "pure" or "darting"

Keith: It's a english or scottish name from an ancient scottish family, it could either come from the Brythonic term "cet", “wood”, or from the Scottish word "gaoth", “wind”.

Lance: It's an english name from the germanic "Lanzo" which means "land"

Hunk: I searched but I didn't find anything. But I assume it means something strong like the "hunk".

Takashi: It's a japanese name that means 孝"filial piety", strong "noble" or 崇"reverence".

Allura: It's from the latin name "Aurora" and means "reddish", "luminous" and "shining".

Matt: It's a diminutive of the English name Matthew, variant of Matteo meaning "man of God" or "gift of God".

Sam: It's a diminutive from the english name Samuel, from the jewish "Shemu'el", and means " His name is God"

Colleen: It's an irish name from "Cailìn" and means "girl"

Veronica: It's from the Macedonian term "Pherenìke" and means "Victorious"

Rachel: It's from the jewish and means "little sheep"

Luis: It's a spanish name that means "illustrious warrior"

Marco: It's from the italic term "mar" and means "sacred to Mars", Mars was the ancient roman God of War.

Lisa: It's a famous jewish name from "Elisa" and meas "God is perfection"

Nadia: It's a diminutive from the russian name "Nadezda" and means "hope"

Silvio: It's from the latin term "silva" and means "inhabitant of the forest".

Ina: It's a variant of the name Catherine from the greek "kataròs" and means "pure" or "darting", like Katie.

James: It's from the jewish "Ya'agob" and means "which becomes the first"

Ryan: It's from a irish surname and means "little king"