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Christmas with the Sallow Family: Chapter 4 || Sugarplum Fairy

Authors Note:

I am back! I apologize for taking so long, school really heated up, but I graduate in about 10 days so I am finally getting free time back! Thank everyone who’s continued to support this story. I really hope this has been worth the wait, and soon should have more availability to work on future chapters! I haven’t had much time to edit, but I figured it better to post and edit later. Again, thank you all! Special thanks to @anto-pops for the advice on writing NSFW content, as this is my first attempt at it… So strap in folks because things are finally getting a tad serious.

Also, I usually go for historical accuracy, but couldn’t resist throwing in the Nutcracker during a fic set at Christmas. Historically it wouldn’t become a ballet till about a year later, but for the purposes here we can bend the rules a tad… Anyways, sending positive vibes to you all!

Warnings: NSFW content! (Finally). Minors do not interact! 18+.

Reminder: This work is part of a larger collection of work, see Masterlist (Pinned on Profile) for the rest of this fic!

Word count: 9,000 words

previous chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/legacygirlingreen/713708165693308928/christmas-with-the-sallow-family-chapter-3?source=share

After an uneventful dinner in the Sallow home, the four young adults migrated out into the center of the hamlet with the rest of residents to partake in Christmas Eve festivities. Some of the older men played enchanted instruments to the tunes of upbeat folk songs, as children ran around playfully dancing to their song. Solomon who had opted to stand guard with some of the town’s men in case of another goblin attack, left them without the looming sense of awkwardness that had existed while they ate a few hours prior.

Sebastian had opted to change back out of his father’s jumper, as it was slowly getting colder, and he didn’t want to damper the mood with its presence. She still wore the same dress as before as they watched as Anne was playfully spinning with one of the young boys in their village. Ominis had laughed as the small boy, who had grown quite smitten with Anne as she remained behind in Feldcroft, politely asked her to dance with him. Shortly there after, Ominis himself was roped into showing the younger sister of the boy dancing with Anne how he was able to use his wand to move about despite his blindness, as the girl was also heavily vision impaired. Sebastian watched as his twin had to duck quite low to move her head under the small child’s arm as the boy attempted to spin her as he saw the adults of their hamlet do for the women. At the same time, Ominis was cautiously moving the small girl about in front of him with his wand pointed out in front of the both of them. It made him smile seeing his friend and his sister engaged so sweetly with smaller children who lived next door.

Without thought, he turned himself towards the girl next to him. She sat perched on one of the low stone walls surrounding the main circle of their village’s center. Sebastian found himself standing behind her, arms coming to rest on the sides of her, as she leaned back slightly onto his chest in her seated position. She turned her head to the left, noting how Ominis was entertaining the little girl by sharing how he navigated the world with a child who shared his condition.

“I never knew Ominis was so good with children” she said as she noted the way he helped lift the girl, who was nearing the end of her toddler years, and moved them both towards Anne and the young boy with the help of his wand. The little girl shrieked in laughter at how she, like Ominis, had a vague sense of the world around them with the help of the sentient wand.

“I do believe it may just be that child in particular” Sebastian sad with a chuckle before continuing “He usually finds kids off putting and overtly loud”.

“I guess I can understand where he is coming from… it is still sweet nonetheless.” She said, words trailing off in deep thought at the sight before them both. Anne and Ominis had rejoined with the young siblings, forming a small circle where they all were slowly spinning together.

Sebastian watched for a moment longer, before allowing his eyes to wander back to the girl. He couldn’t help but notice the way the moonlight cast lovely shadows on her face, or the way the firelight danced in her eyes. Hearing the melodic laughter of the children, yet his own eyes lost as they danced over her distracted form, he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering to a place they could both inhabit in the future. How he could home from work, crossing the threshold to greet her, before reaching down to observe whatever mischief some smaller version of them had created during his time away for the day.

“What are your thoughts on children?” She asked, breaking his train of thought before it could fully develop.

“In general or…?” He asked, aiming to figure out exactly what kind of answer she was desiring from him. He didn’t doubt for a second if she asked him, despite their age, he would give an honest answer. He simply wanted her to ask him without any reservations and on her own terms.

“Well I mean obviously in general, but also… having kids? Is that something you want some day?” She asked him, wavering for a moment before finding confidence to turn her body around to face him as she firmly planted her stare in his own.

“I like children. I enjoy the way their minds work, and how they are honest to a fault. I admit, I haven’t had much experience with them up close I am afraid. My parents only had Anne and I, as it was a traumatic delivery for my mother, so they decided one pair of rambunctious twins to be enough. Solomon has never even attempted to find a woman. We have no other family, so the extent of my experience has been back here during the summers with the few children in the hamlet.” He said, fingers playing with the strings of her corset unconsciously as his eyes wandered around the bustling hamlet to observe the youth spread about.

Sebastian remembered small moments where he had been asked to watch over the siblings dancing with his Twin over the past summer, and how while nerve wracking at times, he enjoyed getting the chance to entertain them. They never failed to make him laugh at their antics.

He looked back up into her pleading eyes, and he knew what she wanted to hear. “I definitely want children someday” he said confidently. Even before he had met her, he knew that at the very least he wanted to pass on his family’s namesake, as there was little chance Solomon would, and he was the only remaining Sallow who could. Although, with as much as he knew Ominis hated being a Gaunt, it wouldn’t surprise him if one day their friend took Anne’s name…

“You do?” She asked, seemingly shocked at how open he was on the topic, especially at his age. While the Twins were due for their 17th birthday shortly after Christmas, she was surprised he already had come to a conclusion on his future while still, in the eyes of the law, technically being considered a child himself. While in her muggle village he may be considered old enough to already have started that path in life, she had come to learn that in the Wizarding World, they were not quite as quick to marry off their sons and daughters…

“Of course” he said, smile beaming at her pleasant surprised expression. She briefly looked down at her lap before reaching forward to tug his jacket only slightly so he would come closer to her. He chuckled at her desire to pull him closer as he admitted he wanted children.

“Hey now, just because I desire children someday does not mean I want them now” he playfully retorted while wiggling is eyebrows at her action and he loved watching as she turned bright red at his teasing. She scoffed but didn’t push him away. She smoothed a hand over the trim of his lapel before straightening the simple “S” pin he adorned on the same side as his heart.

“What about you Missy? Do you see yourself having children?” He asked her, realizing she hadn’t commented on the matter. While her smile had told him that she most likely held the same ideas as him in the matter, he didn’t truly know.

She lifted her hand to cup Sebastian’s cheek as she carefully brushed a hand over the planes of his face. Her other hand migrated to his shoulder, fingers slowly tracing the soft hair at the back of his neck as his eyes slowly drifted shut at her soft contact. A small smile worked its way onto his face, as no matter how much she did it, he truly never got over how much he adored her gentle fingertips brushing along his skin and hair. However this was short lived, as she began speaking, his eyes snapped back open to watch her reply.

“I could see myself coming home to a little girl maybe… with a thousand freckles spilling across her cheeks and over the bridge of her nose” she said, softly tracing a path across the center of his face with her pointer finger before coming to frame his eyes as she continued “perhaps she would even have big doe eyes, full of the same mischief I see right here”. She softly traced the skin under his eyes as she gazed up at him. He felt a shudder run through him as she kept going.

“Or a young boy… with a big toothy grin” she said, fingers lightly brushing over his lips as he suddenly felt a weight drop in his stomach, but she didn’t stop there. The fingers in his hair continued as their movement went from unconscious to deliberate. “Maybe he’d have thick, unruly, brown hair that would need to be tied back while he played like his father…”

Sebastian couldn’t help but notice the way she seemed to remember what he had told her about himself as a child in the Undercroft that so long ago. The day he decided he would do anything to be able to show her his love. He loved how comfortable she felt confirming that he would in fact be the father of these idealistic children. Even more, he loved the thought of her desiring a possible daughter to have his dark eyes or a son having his thick Scottish hair.

He always had wondered what parts of his parents he inherited, as well as what one day he would pass on. While he wasn’t particularly fond of his skin’s blemishes from spending so much time in the sun, a small part of him was relieved to hear how much she seemed to adore the marks that covered his body.

If he focused hard enough, Sebastian could almost see the same image in his head. A little girl with similarly colored locks to her own, framing chubby cheeks filled with freckles. The shallow slope of his nose, but her soft smile paired with his dark eyes and her long eyelashes. He could almost cry thinking of how sweet such a child could look being perfectly comprised of both their features. He had always loved the name Estelle.

She paused for a moment, worried her words had frightened him, as he continued blinking rapidly with a far off look in his eye. He was shocked back to reality when her hand started slowly trailing off his face to return to her lap. Sebastian pushed it back up before she got very far, his fingers caressing her own as he took in a deep breath to steady himself.

“While I like your train of thought…” he started, slightly startled by how the lump in his throat made itself known as he began to speak, but he powered through as he stared in her eyes.

“I think that’s entirely too much of myself in children I one day hope, will take after their mother’s beauty”

“Yo-you want your children to…” she couldn’t find the words as she had a thousand thoughts running through her brain at his admission that one day, he wanted to share a home and children with her.

“To look as lovely as you, yes.” He said, noting the way she had a small tear leak out without realizing. Sebastian simply brushed it off her cheek without commenting on it. He understood how such words might draw such a reaction. He had felt such an odd stirring in himself at the conversation. All the sorrow he’d known for losing his parents mixed with the joy he felt knowing he was building something with this lovely girl.

“I disagree… I think their father to be quite handsome” she said, loving the way his dimples appeared at her comment.

“Then its settled. One day we will make beautiful children and people can argue which one of us contributed more to their good looks.” He responded making her laugh so hard she clutched his shoulder as he joined in her laughter.

“We should probably join in the festivities” she said, looking around to see if anyone was lingering too close to hear their conversation. He leaned in, as if he was going to tell her a secret.

“I would much rather stay here and talk about making babies with you…” he purred in her ear and she pushed him away slightly.

“Sebastian!” She exclaimed, noting the way her reaction only spurred him on further as he dipped his head back in laughter.

“I didn’t know you were such a prude” he said, drawing her to stand from her seated position on the wall. Sebastian carefully escorted her to where the hamlet were still dancing in the late hours of the evening in the grass. As he pulled her close, one hand resting on her waist, and the other holding her hand, he noticed the slight pout she had on her face.

“I am not a prude…” she mumbled as she allowed him to slowly start moving about in small circles while holding her.

“Could have fooled me” he responded, noticing the way her eyes quickly darted around to see if anyone around them was watching before she leaned closer, resting her head on his shoulder. She sighed before she tipped her chin towards his ear: “talking about your desire for future children, and discussing the act of making them are two very different conversations” she purred.

Sebastian’s hand on her waist tightened, holding her closer to his body. In fact, he was slowly beginning to feel the beat of her heart through the fabric of his undershirt, his own sweater, and jacket. Not to mention the layers she was wearing… He felt the need to pull her close despite the fact he was warming up along every inch of his body. He barely recognized that a very light snow was beginning to fall because how hot he suddenly found himself. The only reason he noticed was seeing the way small flakes began to get caught in her hair, and he imagined he looked similar.

“Could you see yourself entertaining…” he trailed off as he noticed Anne and Ominis standing a few feet away. Ominis was holding her hand as Anne was beaming at himself and the girl. He looked back down at the girl in his arms, “can we pick this conversation back up later?” he asked her. She nodded as they continued their simple dancing to the slow song of the band. Every so often Sebastian would lift her arm, twisting her gracefully, before returning her to their pose. He was by no means a wonderful dancer, but he seemed to understand a simple box step, and that’s all she needed. It however, warm her heart to be dancing again after so long. It wasn’t long however before the song came to an end.

Throughout the evening the pair had heard the almost continuous sound of instrumental music playing, so the sudden silence that permeated the air was mildly jarring. As she lifted her head to see if the band was retiring for the evening, she was surprised to meet Anne’s mischievous expression.

Ominis stood near the band, conversing with some of the men as Anne attempted to drag the girl from Sebastian’s arms. He let out a sigh as he tightened his arm around her a little confused why his twin was attempting to get the girls attention so intently.

“Anne is something wrong?” She asked, slightly concerned as to why the girl was attempting to remove her with the degree of effort she was aiming to use. Anne shook her head, finally successful in unraveling the couple.

Before Sebastian could question what was happening, Anne whisked her away and Ominis quickly came to drag Sebastian off in the opposite direction without a word. “Ominis, what the hell?” He asked annoyed as his friend simply shook his head no, a small smile stretched across his lips. Whatever Anne was planning must not be too terrible if Ominis was going along with it.

Sebastian found himself suddenly off to the side of the area everyone had been dancing, with the two young siblings from next door, as Ominis left them to join some of the adults of Feldcroft. Sebastian was extremely confused what they were doing, as many of them started talking amongst themselves and using their wands to start conjuring a small wooden platform on the ground. A proper dance space replaced the uneven ground. But why now?

It wasn’t long before he found an answer to all his questions in the form of Bernard Ndiaye coming forward. The members of the hamlet all stood to the side of the platform, allowing the shopkeeper to cross the small stage, to make an announcement.

“It appears that we had a dancer in our midst and didn’t even know it. After speaking with young Anne Sallow, this year’s newest addition has agreed to showcase a muggle tradition I hear is very popular this time of year.” Ndiaye spoke briefly before quickly standing to the side.

Sebastian recognized the sounds of Tchaikovsky, as his mother had adored the composers work. Every year around this time they would all make their way into the muggle portions of London just to watch the ballet for his mothers sake. Sebastian had almost forgotten about it, but Anne seemed to have remembered. It had been years since they had be able to watch a performance.

Looking around he was surprised to find Anne back at his side as she carefully wrapped her slender arm around his own, lightly squeezing his bicep. Sebastian looked to see if she had returned with his twin but was disappointed seeing she returned alone. Before he could question Anne as to where his love had wandered off to he immediately felt his knees almost give out.

In the corner of the small wooden platform there she stood. She must have used some sort of transfiguration charm to change her long green dress, as she now was a vision in soft lavender. Her delicate arms, exposed to the cool air, as only thin straps held up the bodice around her breasts and abdomen. At her waist soft lace and tule flared, just barely covering her most intimate areas. Sebastian couldn’t stop his wandering eyes from noticing how the thin tights she wore clung to her soft but muscular legs, especially given how much of them were displayed before him. Atop her head rested a small diadem, shining in the moonlight.

She had pulled her hair back into a small bun, leaving her nape exposed. Sebastian was struck so suddenly by how his mind l seemingly split into both thoughts of how downright ethereal she looked and how incredibly sexy she was. He was both smitten and feeling himself with growing arousals at how delicate yet strong she looked.

As the band softly played transitional music, she lifted her gaze to Anne, giving her a shy smile, before taking a deep breath. She refused to let her gaze wander to Sebastian, for fear she may loose her nerves if she saw his eyes on her. She nodded to the few men with instruments that they could begin and she closed her eyes, attempting to remember the steps she had all but memorized from her years partaking in the muggle study of ballet.

The opening notes of dance of the sugar plum fairy started and she was off. The playful melody of the Russian composer, although missing some of the instruments a full orchestra would have, filled the air. Almost as if riding a horse, the steps immediately came flooding back to her memory as she gracefully moved about the small stage on her toes, arms extended.

She tried her best to not think of how much the movements were causing her abdomen to ache with pain or her lugs burn. After mentioning to Anne in Hogsmeade that she had studied ballet for years, the girl had all but pleaded on her knees to see at least some part of The Nutcracker, as it was their mothers favorite. She conceded knowing it would lift the girls spirits, however she had not known the full extent to which she had been roped into until the girl had escorted her away from Sebastian.

Sebastian watched her earnestly as she moved about the space with the same grace she used when she dueled. He had been right in his assumption she did in fact know how to dance, as here she stood, body moving with such a lovely flow it replicated that of a stream. Her movements both soft and delicate, yet poised and full of strength. The way the stars and the falling snow framed her feminine form. The way the moonlight and firelight made the diadem and crystals on her bodice sparkle replicated that of a princess. Her soft smile at the confidence in her movements. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever laid eyes on.

He hadn’t even realized he was crying until he felt a small handkerchief being thrust into his hands. He didn’t even look down to see that Ominis’s outstretched hand had been holding his own pocket square, as he refused to tear his eyes away from her for even a second. The world could come crashing down around them and he still would not be able to look away from the delicate creature in front of him. He half wondered if she was part nymph or siren, as the way she moved her body enticed him in ways he ought not know to be possible.

It wasn’t long before the band began to quicken their pace, with her rapidly increasing her tempo as well. She began moving about in such fast twirls, constantly upon her toes, matching the musicality. She was like a flurry of snow, twisting her body with such speed and skill. As fast as the dance had started, they quickly drew their instruments to the close, as she stopped, drawing her arms into an outstretched pose to conclude the dance.

As the people of Feldcroft began to cheer for her, clapping loudly, she began searching the crowds for Sebastian. With all the townspeople and snow picking up its pace, it was difficult to see where he had gotten off to. As she drew herself into a soft bow she saw a single white rose land in front of her. She quickly drew it into her hand before slowly making her way off the wood floor.

She barely heard Bernard speaking to the hamlet as she made her way to the left side of the stage. The people around her parted, allowing a direct path towards Sebastian. As she got closer she saw the soft glistening of tears in his eyes and on his face.

Sebastian felt like he was watching an angel make its way from heaven, down to him as she took soft steps towards him. He was thankful his neighbors had respected them enough to separate, making her journey easier. He hadn’t even attempted to brush the tears from his eyes, proudly wearing them as she deserved to know what a lovely reaction her talent had brought out in him.

When she had finished, he had found himself transforming the handkerchief in his hands into a single rose, tossing it at her feet the same way that he’d seen muggles do in London. When he found her situated directly in front of him, beaming up into his eyes, he didn’t care who was around them. The young siblings next door, his own sister, the townspeople, hell even Solomon: they were all irrelevant to this beautiful angel. His beautiful angel.

She softly brushed the tears off his face as he smiled, a few more continuing to slip out. The girl laughed softly, not in jest, but in elation at how much love was pouring from his eyes.

Sebastian brought his hand up, to firmly hold hers against his face as he ground himself in the moment. A selfish part of him never wanted this wonderful day to end.

It wasn’t long before the chilling Scottish air made itself known again, as she shivered against him, given how much of her body was exposed. He quickly unwrapped her arms, sliding off his jacket, before gently laying it around her shoulders.

“You must be freezing, sorry I didn’t think of that” he whispered out. The town around them had resumed dancing, wandering off to let the young adults converse as they pleased.

She brushed off his comment, but pulled the jacket tighter around her body. She looked back up at him, eyes still shining with amazement. He took the rose that had been held in her hand, placing it behind her ear. His fingers trailed down her cheek and jaw before his hand plant itself against the side of her neck. Sebastian softly pulled her into his tall frame, as his other hand came to rest on her bent elbow. They continued to softly sway as he held her head close to his chest, and she let her arms stay wrapped around his waist.

“I don’t think I have ever been happier in my entire life” he softly hummed out. She tightened her grip on his lower back, softly inhaling his woody scent.

“Me either” she replied, unable to fill her senses with enough of Sebastian Sallow as they softly turned in the moonlight. She wanted more. She didn’t care that her legs were freezing or ballet slippers were terrible shoes to walk in. She simply wanted to bottle up this feeling and keep it close to her heart forever.

As another song started up they heard a throat being cleared not far from them. She lifted her head from its place over his heart as Sebastian noticed Solomon standing near by, his expression unreadable.

“It is getting late. I think it is time you all retire.” He spoke firmly, but didn’t comment on how they were dancing nor her costume.

Sebastian only nodded, before spinning her around to head back towards their tent. Anne and Ominis were already back inside when they arrived. Immediately upon entering Anne jumped the girl.

“Oh Merlin! That was so amazing! Thank you so much, it truly meant so much to be able to experience one of our old traditions. You are so talented.” Anne blabbered on as she continued a string of “you’re welcome” and “thank you” in response to all she kept saying.

Sebastian leaned against the support beam for the main room watching as the girl demonstrated some of the poses for Anne. She shrugged his jacket off inside the tents warmth, thanks to Ominis having started the fire. Once again he found himself staring at the lovely lines her legs were creating as she lifted her weight onto one foot, and moved her other leg to the height of her waist with ease. When she lifted her arms, the skirt also raised, giving him a very open view of her tight and bloomer clad rear. What he would give to always have her in such attire.

She turned around after demonstrating to Anne some of the basics she had come to know, and when she did she noted the down-right sinful look in Sebastian’s eyes. She moved to grab his coat off the cushions from when she had set it down, while Anne sat next to Ominis by the fire. When she approached him, she noticed a small plant extending down from the support beam, to rest just over his head. Mistletoe.

Sebastian looked up at the small plant he was conjuring with the wand at his side. He knew the tradition would make her laugh, and when she caught sight of it she grew slightly pink knowing what he wanted from her.

The boy drew her close, pulling her under the small white bulbs with him. The devilish grin upon his face making her grow even warmer. He pulled the jacket from her hands, letting it fall to the floor with no regard for how it crumpled, before wrapping his other arm around her waist.

“Your opinions on mistletoe m’lady?” He asked, staring intently into her eyes.

“I suppose it is a fun tradition, although if you wanted a kiss, you need not ask”

Sebastian needed no further encouragement, pulling her waist directly into contact with his. Her eyes grew wide at realizing his manhood was pressing into her clothed center, but as his lips made contact with hers, they fluttered shut. His other hand planted on the small of her back, and both of hers finding place on his shoulders. He playfully lowered her weight, as he dipped her forward while continued kissing her. She sighed into his mouth as when he lowered them both, his weight pressed into her most sensitive area even more than it had when he pulled her against his body.

Sebastian returned her to her feet reluctantly, pulling his mouth from hers to give a small kiss to her cheek before nuzzling his nose to the side of her face.

“Have I succeeded in sweeping you off your feet darling?” He teased and she shivered as his long eyelashes tickled her cheek. She nodded, holding him close, breathing in his scent.

“You two are appalling.” Anne said while standing, breaking up their moment as she reaching a hand out for Ominis. The pair migrated towards the boys side of the tent together.

“Where do you two think you’re going?” Sebastian asked, playfully taunting his sister.

“To sleep” she said, continuing to pull the blushing blond with her.

“Mhm… and I am the appalling one” he responded sarcastically as she rolled her eyes, sliding into the privacy of the other room. Ominis gave a shy wave before following her.

“You know if it were anyone other than Ominis I’d ring their neck” he playfully chuckled watching his best friends shy allowance of his twins rule breaking.

She scoffed “Please, as if you are much better in that arena Mr. Sallow” as she poked a finger into his chest playfully.

Sebastian stiffened at her words, grabbing her hand as he pulled her backwards into the privacy of the other room. As soon as the curtain gave way he cast a simple silencing charm, throwing his wand to the side.

He lowered his mouth to her ear, lightly nipping it. “Say that again” he all but growled against her skin.

“Say what again?” She asked playfully as his hands found their way under the many layers of tule, fingers splayed across her lower cheeks.

“You know what” he said, feeling his self control starting to waiver as the events of the last few days were building. Their stolen kisses, almost watching her die, sharing a sensual bath, waking up next to her, her body on display during the dance and their conversations on a future. It all felt too much, as if he’d wake up and it all had been a dream. Sebastian needed the chance to prove he was worthy of their lofty expectations for the future, that he was worthy of her love and adoration. That he could be the man she deserved. Someone who could take care of her, provide for her, protect her and give her the life she deserved.

“Only if you answer me this” she said, trailing off as he caressed her skin through the tights. He mumbled out what she assumed was “sure” against her neck as he continued to kiss and suck lightly on the delicate skin exposed but her bun.

They were playing with fire and she knew it. She just hoped that when it was all said and done neither of them wound up burned.

“Would you like to resume our conversation from earlier now that we are alone?” She tried to keep her voice as sultry as possible but finding it difficult with the wonderful way he mapped out the skin of her neck and shoulders with his lips while his fingers traced her lower regions.

“While I would love to have that conversation, I don’t particularly feel like talking right now, do you…” he huskily whispered into her neck making her shudder.

She shook her head at his words as he carefully walked the both of them backwards towards the bed. When her legs made contact with the edge of the mattress, he gently helped her sit at the edge before lowering himself to the floor in front of her.

She raised a tentative eyebrow at him as he sat on his knees in front of her. In his mind, she looked downright ethereal, still in the beaded costume, head covered in jewels.

Sebastian carefully brought his chin to rest just above her knee, looking up at her through his eyelashes as she curled a hand into his hair.

Lowering his hands, he slowly began to unravel her ballet slippers off each foot, carefully tracing his finger up her leg as he did so. She felt a deep warmth spread about her at his soft traces, as the tights were not thick.

He placed soft kisses on the skin of her thigh as he whispered against her skin. “My Angel… goddess divine…” she heard against her legs as she continued to pour his love into her.

Sebastian looked up into her eyes again as he tried to find an ounce of his slipping self control. Her fingers still wound in his tresses and her soft gaze upon him as he laid more gentle kisses upon her skin. “Aphrodite herself” he said with a groan.

Let me worship you.

She was caught off guard at his words but he continued to plead with her. Sebastian shook her hand from his hair, rising as much as he could while still on his knees for her. He held her hand close to his heart, eyes imploring hers as his body softly shook in anticipation. Sebastian hoped she could feel the way his heart beat against her fingers. The way it beat for her.

Let me show you all the praise you deserve, my goddess. Please I beg you.

She couldn’t help but feel herself giving in, as seeing him beg on his knees for her was something she never thought possible. What happened to the proud Slytherin boy she met her first day Hogwarts who taunted her in class? He had wound his way into her very soul, loosing the arrogance that plagued him, now ready to be whatever she needed, as she graciously returned the same sentiments. She softly nodded, bringing his face up as she tipped his chin forward to meet his lips in a soft kiss.

Every moment they spent alone plagued with teasing and playful comments built into a strong sense of longing, only being held back by external rules of propriety. As he moved his mouth against hers that first time, cracks began to form. Now in the privacy on Christmas Eve, That’s when the damn finally broke.

Sebastian carefully pulled himself from the floor, helping her rise gently to her feet as he softly turned her around. His fingers lightly brushed against her corsets strings while his lips continued to softly press kisses and sweet words of praise along her shoulders.

My beautiful angel…

Most beautiful part of this world…

His movements were careful as he slowly unraveled the soft lace from her skin. As it became loose he slowly allowed the material to fall to the floor. She remained unclothed from the waist up, only bloomers and tights covering her lower half.

She turned to face him in the dim light, seeing the adoration in his chocolate eyes as she slowly slid her hands under his sweater, pulling it up his torso. Sebastian allowed her to carefully slip it off his body before she did the same for his undershirt. When his chest finally was exposed again she couldn’t help but lightly whimper at seeing his soft flesh, and he quickly pulled her back into his towering frame.

His left hand held the juncture between her jaw and neck, fingers softly tracing the skin he found there. Sebastian carefully lifted her face up to his own as her trembling fingers wound there way into his hair once again. With her pressed into him, he could feel her hardened nipples against the planes of chest, loving the way their skin to skin contact created a fire in his stomach.

His other hand slipped lower, find purchase along her waistband, toying with it as he kissed her gently. As he did so, her fingers continued weaving in and out of his hair, and it wasn’t long before he ran a testing swipe along her bottom lip with his tongue. Sebastian couldn’t help but groan when she opened for him, letting their kisses to deepen as their tongues carefully danced together. It wasn’t long before she was pulling away, feeling breathless at their actions.

Taking the opportunity of their pause in kisses, he gripped the band of her remaining clothing, and slowly lowered himself to the floor as he slid the material from her body, undergarments coming with it. He did so carefully, afraid she would snap to her senses and stop him. Sebastian was surprised when her bloomers touched the floor, and he found himself once again on his knees, this time directly in front of her naked form. His found himself carefully helping her step out of the clothes, tossing them into the unknown as he caressed her calf as he once again lifted his gaze.

When the cool air exposed her womanhood she quickly sought to cover herself not just from the cold but his gaze, as his eyes were only a few inches away from her most sensitive area.

She should have ran, should have stopped his advances, but truly there was no reservation within her that he did not already own every fiber of her being. He had her from the moment she met his mischievous gaze, beside the fireplace that day seemingly so long ago. They were destined to remain with one another, a very conviction they both seemed to understand. These physical acts were merely a way at demonstrating their devotion to one another. Damn the rules, they both broke every rules around them always. What’s one more in the name of such a love?

He carefully laid his cheek along her stomach, her hands preventing him from closing the gap between his face and her womanhood. As he gazed up at her, eyes darker than she thought imaginable, she couldn’t pinpoint exactly what he planned to do. He seemed to be allowing her to guide him to whatever boundary she desired. And while she was enticed seeing him still at her feet in such a manor, she was taking her time to become comfortable giving herself to him.

Being so close to her heat, Sebastian could smell her arousal, and it was slowly feeding his own. From the moment he’d spoken with her that evening along the wall, about a future together, he had maintained a slight strain in his briefs. When she had danced before him, that feeling grew more intense. Now having her looking down upon her, unclothed, still wearing that semi-ridiculous crown he felt the intensity of his own erection threatening to burst out. He wanted to see her, feel her, and even though it was vulgar he wanted to taste her.

Sebastian allowed her to take her time. He simply laid his head against her, continuing to breathe her in as she grew comfortable with the image of him half nude on his knees in front of her. His fingers wound around to her backside, slowly tracing patterns on her soft curves. If she was paying attention she would have realized those patterns weren’t aimless, as he traced the word “mine” into the skin of her ass.

Eventually she unwound one hand from guarding her sacredness. She carefully brought her fingers into his hair, hoping to calm the storm raging inside. He groaned against her, as her nails scraped along his scalp. Sebastian continued looking into her eyes, and without even having to say the words he felt their soft exchange through their expressions.

“Please allow me to make you feel good” his eyes plead

“I trust you” hers responded as she let go, allowing him to finally see her up close.

He nearly lost his composure seeing such forbidden fruit right before his eyes. Ever so carefully he moved a hand to lightly trace the skin of her inner thigh. Her breath caught in her throat as he continued the slow torture of quiet gasps and soft touches.

Dragging his gaze back up to her, he carefully whispered out, “so beautiful” with a choked sob before he placed his lips on her.

Her hips bucked involuntarily at the feeling of his warm mouth against her lower curls. Slowly sliding her legs apart, he shifted between them to lick a testing stripe along her slit. As he did so, her slick arousal coated his tongue and he found himself moaning into her womanhood at the taste.

While he initially was gentle, after one small sip, he dived into her, lapping as if he was a man wandering the desert. She felt herself slowly trembling at the ministrations of his tongue on her sex, legs going weak. If his strong arms weren’t holding her upright she surely would’ve fallen over.

He continued to use his mouth on her in any way possible. He licked along her entrance and tasted every drop she provided for him. When his tongue finally found her pearl he brought his lips around it, lightly sucking on her clitorus as she cried out, hands tightening into his hair, pulling his face closer to her heat.

At her involuntary reaction he groaned around her, the vibrations becoming too much for her to bear. She looked down at him one last time before falling over an edge she didn’t even know she was standing upon. As she did so, her legs buckled and he did his best to keep her upright as his tongue continued to prod her entrance through her orgasm. Her unintentional aggression towards him , paired with the sounds she made, was enough to send him barreling after her. His cock twitched inside his trousers as he coated his underwear with his own seed. When she finally came down he softly lowered her onto the bed, dropping his head to her lap as he pulled back.

When she stopped seeing the stars she looked down at him. With red cheeks and her arousal coating his mouth and chin he looked absolutely divine. He smiled at her, carefully dragging a finger around to collect her own wetness from her now swollen opening before placing it in his mouth. Licking the remains from his lips, he sighed.

“You taste heavenly” he told her as she carefully brushed a weary hand through his curls.

She blushed at his words, feeling the need to cover herself, but she restrained realizing if he was willing to do such an act there’s no reason to cover now.

“I may require guidance to return the favor” she said shyly, gesturing in the darkness towards him. Sebastian laughed against her skin enjoying the way her fingers lovingly toyed with his hair. Of all the ways he had felt her deft fingers in his locks, this moment was now his favorite.

“That won’t be necessary love” he said with a chuckle, turning his face to kiss her other wrist.

“Of course it is… I understand that there’s a give and a take to these matters…” she tried to explain but he shook his head, before slowly standing.

Ever so carefully he lifted her wrist to place a delicate hand over the wet spot on his trousers. Her face went from confusion to recognition as she felt his cum through the material. Oh.

“But… how..?” She asked, realizing she hadn’t even touched him directly. Sebastian shrugged before he leaned in closer to her.

“I really enjoyed making you feel good I suppose” he spoke as he looked into her eyes. For a brief second he swore he could see hearts in them as she sighed.

Carefully she lifted a hand to cup his cheek before she responded “you beautiful, selfless, man”

He let out a soft chuckle at her kind words, his nose carefully caressing her own lovingly as he nuzzled her soft skin. Sebastian gave her a gentle peck before pulling the both of them down to lay down on the bed. She found herself smiling at the unique lingering taste of her on his lips as he kissed her slowly.

After a few moments basking in the afterglow together, he rose to his elbow to gaze down at her. He carefully brushed a hand over the few strands of hair escaping her slowly slipping bun before sliding off the bed. He knew if he was to sleep in the same bed as her, he should have the decency to change his briefs since sleeping in the nude may be too much of a line to cross now.

Carefully he slipped out of their half of the tent, making his way over to where his belongings were on the other side. As he approached the room he knew contained his sister and his oldest friend he worried about barging in unannounced, but also felt awkward about raising his voice in case they were asleep.

When he found himself directly in front of the flap he was met with the relieving sound of their hushed whispers. Unable to prevent himself from ease dropping he listened to their quiet voices for a moment.

“I can’t believe he transformed my good pocket square into a flower” Ominis chuckled softly and Sebastian remembered that he had in fact ruined his friends possession.

“I will make sure he replaces it, I promise” he heard his sister respond with a sigh.

There was a beat of silence and Sebastian found himself almost taking that as a good opportunity to announce himself but he stopped at Ominis’s voice.

“Was Sebastian really weeping during the ballet?” He asked, no malice in his tone, merely curiousity.

“I wouldn’t call it weeping… more like tears of joy perhaps… like being moved to such extremes in the face of something beautiful. Like how a man may cry at the birth of his child.” Anne explained, and Sebastian found himself thankful his sister attempted to explain what she observed in a way that would exonerate him of being weak.

“That is surprising. I never imagined Sebastian of all people to feel such adoration for another… not that I see him as incapable of those feelings, its just…” Ominis trailed off unsure how to explain his thoughts on the matter, worried he would say something to upset Anne on the status of her Twin’s love affair.

“I think I understand what you mean… the intensity to which it is apparent they feel for each other is shocking I suppose. It reminds me of our parents in a way” Anne replied taking his hand into her own, fingers carefully tracing the callouses on his palm from constantly holding his wand to guide him.

Sebastian felt himself surprised knowing his twin saw the same love his parents held for each other in his own feelings towards the new 5th year. It made him feel as if they’d be proud of him.

“Do you think they will… move forward with things in the near future?” Ominis asked cautiously.

“Perhaps” Anne replied, pondering what Ominis was asking. They had both heard his confession the day outside with Solomon, and had witness their share of moments where even the blind boy could practically see the love rolling off the pair.

“I selfish part of me hopes they do” Anne spoke softly into her lap as Ominis raised a questioning brow at her, confused why she wanted her brother to move forward with such adult acts like engagements and marriage.

Sebastian also found himself leaning closer, curious. Anne felt her eyes blur a bit as she carefully swallowed a small lump in her throat before continuing.

“I don’t know how much time I have left… I want to…” she stopped for a moment to collect herself before she kept going. “I need to know Sebs is going to be happy. That he will have someone there for him when I am gone.”

“Don’t say that Annabel-“ Ominis found himself using her full name, not liking her train of thought. He didn’t like acknowledging her curse, same as the rest of their party, but knowing he may only have limited time with her was a painful reminder.

“I believe in their ability. I know if anyone can find a cure it is the two of them. But if they cannot… I just want the chance to see them both devote their lives to one another.” Anne said in a hushed tone. Sebastian felt a weight in his heart, having not realized that his sisters condition could lead to a place in which a vacancy existed during his important life moments.

Sebastian couldn’t stop himself from pushing back the flap of the tent, eyes glassed with tears as he startled the pair. Anne sat up, wand ready as she recognized her twin’s face in the darkness.

Sebastian rushed forward, forgetting the reason he was in there to begin with, forgetting the love of his life was waiting for him. Ignoring Ominis sitting to the right of them. As he brought Anne into his chest he heard her soft cries as she wound her arms around them. They had tried their best to ignore the direness of her illness for so long, to acknowledge it now felt frightening.

When she quickly recovered he found himself softly whispering into her hair “I promise you will be there to see that.” At his words she looked up at him, slightly grimly. For a moment she thought he was referring to his never ending search to find a cure.

“Sebs… I am not sure there is a cur-“ she began but he cut her off.

“I am not talking about finding a cure Anne.” He spoke defiantly.

Anne realized that he was confirming he would make sure to wed if she became worse off.

“You don’t have to… I don’t expect you to rush into a commitment like that on my behalf.” She worried that she may push the pair together faster at her declining health.

“Anne… I would marry her tomorrow if I could figure out the logistics. But I would do so in a heartbeat to make sure you can be there.” He said and she found herself nodding. Sebastian let his sister go, navigating towards his bag he brought back from school.

He was worried that she would begin to worry at his absence, and didn’t want his sister realizing there was still a mess in his trousers…

“It’s Christmas. Let’s just try to focus on being together, and we can figure out the rest tomorrow, a’right?” He asked, collecting some clothes, before lingering by the entrance.

Anne nodded, returning to Ominis’s side. Sebastian watched as his friend cautiously lifted a hand to place it on his sisters. He smiled, realizing they too were operating on possible limited time.

“Take care of her Ominis.” He said, giving his friend the permission the Gaunt boy had been struggling to ask for since he grew attached to the girl.

Sebastian didn’t need to hear the boys reply, so he merely stepped back and snuffed out the fire in the main room.

When he returned, he found his love laying on her side, curled up along the foot of the bed. Shrugging his pants and briefs off he carefully used a wet cloth to wash himself before sliding on fresh underclothes. Bringing the same cloth, he carefully turned her over enough to help wash away the mess on her womanhood.

As he did so, she carefully cracked an eye open. She slid her legs open more as he continued to clean her to the best of his ability before dropping the cloth to the floor. She sleepily leaned up as he undid the pins holding the diadem to her head, carefully placing it on the floor, before helping her to let down her hair.

As it tumbled free, covering her shoulders and breasts he sighed. He was always surprised how she continued to look more and more beautiful in his eyes.

Sebastian helped lift her sleepy arms up enough to work the sleep shirt he brought onto her form. He figured that she’d be comfortable in his clothes, as his size would turn a simple shirt into a dress on her small body. As he slid it over her, she smiled, feeling enveloped in his earthy smell.

Ever so carefully he helped her slide under the covers, so she would easily be able to slip back into her slumber. Joining her, he brought an arm up to pull her against his body. When she snuggled backwards into him he smiled, thinking about his conversation with Anne. That night he found sleep difficult as he pondered the logistics of addressing the topic.

As he finally drifted off to sleep, he decided his best course of action to be a lengthy conversation with Solomon, and for once he wasn’t concerned about the outcome…

To be continued…

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x slytherin!reader #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow/reader #ominis gaunt #fluff #anne sallow #ominis x anne #smut

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I didn't plan on writing a Christmas drabble this year, but then @babyjapril posted the most perfect gifset and it inspired this little Japril Christmas movie AU. Hope you'll enjoy, and happy holidays to you all!

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Christmas in Bozeman, Montana, is always a treat, and even more since April moved away for med school and then for work. Seattle is not that far, and she tries to visit her family as often as she can, but there’s something special about the town during the Christmas season. She absolutely loves spotting the Christmas lights in the streets as she makes her way to her parents’ property, the snowy mountains offering a picture-perfect background for the season.

This year is no exception, meeting all her requirements for a perfect Christmas. At home, the lights in the Kepner’s Christmas tree are sparkling, there are so many wrapped gifts under the stockings that opening them on Christmas morning would surely take hours, and her mother spends most of the time in the kitchen, making treats and baked goods at the speed of light.

A few hours after she arrives, April finds herself already in the kitchen. As she helps her mother add a layer of white frosting on some cookies freshly out of the oven, Karen Kepner starts listing a few last-minute details about the festivities. “Oh, and you know Robert Avery, who owns the Jefferson grill in the city outskirts? Tall, blue eyes, makes the most perfect cup of coffee? Well, his son is visiting him for the holidays, for the first time in forever, apparently. He’s a doctor too, you know! Lives in New York, or Boston, or somewhere East. So I invited them both for Christmas Eve, because the man shouldn’t have to cook on Christmas, he already does it enough during the year, and he helped your dad once with the tractor, remember? So I thought–”, and at that point, April, used to tune her mother out when she starts rambling, offers a few “yeah” and “is that so?” now and then, and thinks no more of it.

The next day, she meets Jackson, Robert Avery’s prodigal son. At her mother’s insistence, she plays the part of the perfect tour guide and shows him everything Bozeman has to offer, she takes a few walks with him around town and laughs when he admits he’s not much of an outdoor man, they even sit down once in the cold, watching people skate on the ice rink and sharing stories about surgeries and their respective hospitals (Boston’s Mass Gen seems way more peaceful than Seattle Grace Mercy West) before she dutifully walks him back to the Jefferson Grill. Robert Avery is a sweetheart, so she’s not surprised that his son is as charming, and they hit it off as much as two big city outsiders in a small town can. His laugh when she offers him anecdotes about her years in Bozeman warm her heart, and she finds out she actually looks forward to Christmas Eve, even if it means her sisters taking a dig at her for daring to be a single, twenty-something surgeon living alone a few states away and her mother insisting she eats her weight in stuffing.

Christmas Eve is magical, Robert Avery regaling them with tales from his youth, Jackson complimenting her mother’s cooking skills and having a second helping of everything, her father looking at the whole family with a wide smile, and for a few perfect hours, she truly feels the Christmas cheer she always hopes to find when she comes back home.

And then her overactive imagination just has to ruin it.

After dinner, everyone gathers around the fireplace, swapping stories she must have heard a hundred times. She loves her family, she really does, but she needs a break, so she goes to the kitchen and sets out to get a head start on the dishes. Jackson volunteers to help out, drying the plates she washes, and they soon talk and laugh like they haven’t just met four short days ago. They only stop when she washes the last of the plates, and she doesn’t know what happens, but his fingers lightly brush her arm as he takes the plate from her hands, and she shivers. His touch is electric, and she raises her head, finding his eyes already on her. His hand find her again, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and she can’t help but stare at him.

From the living room, she hears her parents exclaim that it’s time they get a move on or they’re going to be late for midnight mass, another cherished Kepner tradition, and the moment is gone. Jackson snaps out of his trance and steps backwards, shaking his head, and it’s not long before he and his father leave, his eyes avoiding her as he profusely thanks her mother for her generosity.

So much for a perfect Christmas holiday.

She goes to bed, feeling confused and, she’s adult enough to admit it, disappointed. And because she’s April Kepner, she soon starts to feel extremely annoyed with herself. She always does this, having huge expectations that don’t go well when confronted to reality, and she’s a fool for thinking that this time would be different. That a fancy, handsome surgeon would play his part in the Christmas movie she’s apparently written in her head, and act out cliché moments under the Christmas lights.

The next morning, waking up before everyone else, she quickly dresses up and goes for a short walk to try to clear her head. Still replaying the moment in the kitchen in her mind, she takes comfort in the fact that she’s due to go back to Seattle in a few days. She’s not going to let her delusional brain ruin what is otherwise a perfect Christmas, thank you very much, and she can easily avoid Jackson Avery until then and not make a fool of herself.

Well, it would be easier to avoid him if he wasn’t standing in her parents’ driveway as she comes back from her walk.

His eyes seem clearer than ever, and she manages a small smile, hoping he’ll credit the cold for her blushing cheeks. She stares at him a few seconds too long before she remembers her manners.

“Hi, um, did you forget anything yesterday?”

“Actually, I did,” he answers in the low voice he seems to use just for her, and she really wishes her body would stop reacting so strongly to his presence.

The snow starts to fall just then, but she barely registers it, because she can’t tear her gaze away from him. He gets closer to her, shakes his head with a soft smile on his lips, as if he can’t believe what he’s doing, and slowly raises his hand to hold her neck.

Their lips touch, hesitantly at first, then more insistently, and as they kiss for what seems like hours under the falling snow, she can honestly say that this Christmas is definitely a perfect one.

#japril #drabble #jackson avery #april kepner #babyjapril i hope you don't mind #but this gifset wouldn't leave my brain

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THE FIVE DAYS OF SMUTMAS QUEUE: DAY FOUR

Christmas Eve- Mike Schmidt x gn! reader

ALLLLLL RIGHT! Merry christmas eve to those who celebrate and happy sunday to everyone who doesn't! I do celebrate, however, and I also absolutely adore mike schmidt despite how minimally I've written for him, so I decided to compensate with a little bit of christmastime smut.

This fic, if it's not already obvious, is for audiences of 18+. Minors go away pls, I have a couple of fics in other genres for mike and do not want you here for this one.

Fic type - this is a little bit of fluff because it feels like most of my fics for this event have had angst undertones! I wanted to change it up a bit and mike deserves a bit of fluff so I went with that!

Warnings - body worship is very much implied, being coerced into sex is mentioned once

December had never really been an easy month in Mikes life. Christmas always ached without his brother around, hurt all the more after his mothers death and hurt his wallet when Abby started getting old enough to remember the gifts she got, but then you came around when Mike was twenty five and you were twenty four and two years out from finishing your masters degree in journalism.

Ever since you'd come along, in the five years since that fateful day at a job where Mike had, amazingly, managed to last six months, things had felt distinctly easier for him.

They were easy enough that, when his father asked to have Abby over through Christmas Eve and some of Christmas Day, after he'd asked Abby if she wanted to, he'd told his father yes.

They were easy enough that smiles came easily to his face and he stopped worrying about cutting costs where he could in the lead up to Christmas shopping, though he still did cut costs somewhat so as to make sure you got a gift that was more than just a bottle of the cologne he used because you adored the way he smelled.

Decembers had become so easy that the tension in his shoulders that always arised within that month had not come since he was twenty six, you'd been living together for six months, and it was your first Christmas together.

However, at twenty-nine and thirty, you're experiencing your first Christmas as a couple without a child in your vicinity, and Christmas Eve takes on a surprisingly normal tone.

Mike goes to work because his boss needs him there and he could use the time and a half. You stay at home, tidy up the living room and then the kitchen and then the bedroom that you share.

You make a list of things that are needed around the house and then go to whatever Christmas markets are open in New Orleans, nipping into one of the open charity shops and grabbing a copy of Stephen Kings novel "Cujo" before you're heading to the animal shelter to help out for an hour.

Once home, you take a second to make sure the tree still looks decent before you head to your bedroom and slip out of the clothes that you'd chosen to wear--a white cable knit sweater and a pair of wide legged jeans with the solovairs that you'd bought on a whim three years prior and had adored ever since--and into clothes that you steal straight from the source. The top left and right drawers of Mikes dresser.

You steal a pair of his boxers and one of the baggier shirts that he owns, surprised to find it's a little baggy on you as well, and settle into bed for the remainder of the day, content to spend your Christmas Eve evening just relaxing with your book and whatever episode of whichever sitcom decides to grace your television screen.

Mike comes home at something like seven thirty, grinning when he sees the state you're in.

"Ordered Chinese," he says. "The restaurant was pretty full when I went but I was told it'd be free if it was delivered more than an hour after I ordered it, so we have a bit of time to waste. Is your book good?"

"Dog with rabies," you shrug. "It's--it's Cujo. Would've read something like A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens but if I'm honest, I am in fact so vain that I chose not to grab it from the charity shop I visited after running errands at the Christmas markets that were open today based on the fact that the cover was ugly."

Mike laughs. "The cover of Cujo aint much better, baby,"

"This is a first edition, thank you very much," you let a bit of sarcasm drip through your tone before you can help yourself, which is something Mike has always liked about you. He's found, in recent, that optimism is indeed nice but sarcasm where applicable will always take the cake. "If it's ever worth much, it could buy us lunch or maybe a week of groceries."

"So you don't like it, then?"

You shrug. Mike sits on the bed. "Dog with rabies," you murmur, setting the book to your right as Mikes hands find your hips. Yours find his shoulders and when you kiss, it's so full of love that it's almost unimaginable. Your kisses have always been that way, always good, never anything less than that. When you kiss Mike, you do it knowing he loves you deeply and that you love him much the same.

When he pulls away, he's looking at you with the same look he always gives you whenever all he wants is to feel you pressed against him, feel his lips against your own, his hands on your hips as he thrusts inside you and encourages you with enough praise to make you boil.

"We've got the house to ourselves," he murmurs against your lips. One of your hands goes to his hair. "I did spoil you with what I grabbed this year, sure, but I got a Christmas bonus. Plus, it's been so long since we've had the time, baby."

You pull him into another kiss and Mike laughs contentedly into it. He leans into you, hands slipping under the shirt you'd stolen from him.

"I love you," he murmurs, lips moving away from yours to press kisses across your jawline and down your neck. "I love your thighs, baby, and your arms, and your stomach, and your stretch marks."

You adjust your neck, turning it slightly to allow him better access. "I love your voice, I love your hands, I love the way that you look in one of my shirts. I love you so, so much, Y/N."

You let him break the kiss to pull the shirt over your head, tossing it somewhere in the room knowing he'll relocate it later.

You realize, really quickly, why Mike is being so sweet.

It's not to sweeten the deal or to try to coerce you into sex--Mike isn't that kind of person. He's made it clear time and time again that either both of you want it or neither of you do--but because he knows how work has been for you.

Work has been terrible. You've been getting a couple of good stories--including one about a run down pizzeria with too many animatronics to count--and it's gotten really competitive with the holidays.

But your news station would be closed until the 31st, and you didn't need to worry about competing with your coworkers anymore. And Mike knew that, but still, he was being sweet because he knew you needed him to be. You needed praise and a bit of extra attention, so he would provide you with both.

You lay down on the bed and let Mike kiss you all over, taking his time with you like he would've early on in your relationship. When he takes off the boxers you'd stolen he laughs, kisses your hip and calls you a thief of amazingly ethereal proportions.

You let yourself get lost in how good his touches, his kisses and his sweet nothings feel, moan when he starts doing all the things that drive you insane and love him for moaning at the way that you scratch his back, breaking the skin but not drawing blood.

And then you're fumbling for a condom, kissing Mike deeply as you roll it onto his length, pulling him as close as he can be as he bottoms out in you and waits for you to adjust.

"You're amazing," he says when he starts thrusting. "You're so good to me, Y/N. I don't deserve you, yeah? I don't deserve someone who treats me this good."

"You do," you're shocked that you're able to speak, so blissed out from the way that he feels. "You deserve me, Mikey. Please don't think otherwise. Love you so much, Mike. Wanna make sure you know that while you treat me like I'm some kind of a god."

Mike laughs, quickens his pace just enough. "You might as well be," he says teasingly, pressing a quick peck to your lips.

You're coming around him within minutes of the continued praise and the way that he holds you, and your release triggers his. You both moan out, and while you lay still, staring at the ceiling, Mike throws the condom away.

You go and pee to avoid a UTI, start up a shower. You and Mike shower together, holding onto each other tightly and lovingly while you talk about how much driving you'll have to do tomorrow, make jokes at one anothers expenses and share kisses while you wait for the conditioner to set.

All in all, it's the perfect end to a perfect Christmas Eve.

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #fnaf movie #five nights at freddys #five nights at freddys movie #fnaf

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Presley ~ A Curtis Everett Au ~ Part Four

Curtis Everett x OFC Presley Adams

Synopsis:

Curtis Everett is a hard working man. As the head of the mob of Concord, he does everything he can to provide for his wife and children. His life is perfect. Until it's not.

After a devastating accident, Curtis is alone with his children and needs some serious help.

Presley Adams needs to find work and fast. Running from her past she just wants to lay low and earn enough to get her out of town. Until she starts working for Curtis as his live in nanny.

As she falls in love with this family, can she stop her past from finding her? Or will her past be the end of the Everett reign in Concord?

Book two of the Five Kings of Boston series

Warning: themes of a mafia lifestyle; SMUT; possessive tendencies; murder; death; age gap;

A/N: taglist is open!

Banners by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Part Four ~ The Present

Presley

I should have made rules for myself.

Don’t stay in one place too long Don’t create connections Don’t fall for your boss.

Had I done that, maybe I wouldn’t be where I am.

But on the other hand, I wouldn’t be where I am.

It's been a few weeks since Curtis and I decided to date each other. A few wonderful weeks of soft touches, hidden kisses, longing looks. Curtis was everything I ever wanted. The complete opposite from my former life. A life which I had yet to tell him about. I didn’t want him to hate me or worse, turn me in. He said I could trust him, for him to be my safe place. I want to believe him.

He’s shared a lot with me, including his life with Anna. He still misses her but not as much since I came into his life. We would sit in his story, cuddled together near the fire and he would tell me how they met, how they fell in love, how she was a princess of another family.

He had no idea that history might be repeating itself.

It’s the Christmas season and the manor was decorated beautifully. The main living room was formally decorated with a tree and white ornaments and accents. But the family room’s tree was decorated by the kids. Everly, Joshua and I spent hours making paper chains and hand print glitter ornaments. Josh had seen a cranberry and popcorn chain, so I very carefully handed him a needle. We had everything decorated for when Curtis came home. His smile when he saw the room and how excited the kids were to show him everything, it was everything. When they went to wash up for dinner that night, he kissed me so softly and whispered, “thank you.”

Adam had also made gingerbread cookies for the kids to decorate. They loved that. Curtis walked in as I was finishing mine and laughed when he saw I had some frosting streaked on my cheek. Adam had gone into the pantry, the kids were still working away so Curtis took advantage to kiss the frosting away. The man is going to kill me one of these days.

Now, it was Christmas eve, and I was in my room getting ready for dinner. Curtis said that Clint and his family and some friends would be joining us, and I was nervous. After our talk, I had started joining the family at dinner, but I wasn’t sure if I was there as the nanny or as something else. We hadn’t exactly told anyone together. I smoothed out the red skater dress and fixed the ribbon that tied off my curls to the side of my neck. I heard the doorbell, and I knew it was time, regardless my own personal feelings.

The kids were already downstairs, Clint’s wife Laura offering to watch them so I could get ready. She has become a godsend. She had known the kids since they were babies and was able to help with insight after their grandmother left. Once I made it down the stairs, I went to the family room where the Barton and Everett kids were playing. Laura came over with two glasses, handing me one. “You look beautiful Presley.”

I took the champagne glass and took a sip. “Thanks Laura.” We chatted while we waited for Curtis and Clint to finish whatever they were working on. The doorbell rang again and one of the house staff that had been hired for tonight opened the door. A dark haired man with a beard and petite woman with a small bump came in.

Curtis walked out of his office just at that moment. “Andy! I’m happy you made it.” He shook hands with Andy while giving a kiss on the cheek to the woman. “Let me introduce you.” He walked the couple into the room. “Andy, I’d like you to meet Clint’s wife Laura and Presley... my... nanny.” I knew he could see the flash of hurt in my eyes. He kept talking, if anything to save face. “Ladies, this is Andrew and Rory Barber of Newton.”

They shook hands with us both and I excused myself to check on the kids. I looked back to see Andy staring at me with a look I couldn’t describe. I shook it off and kept going to the kids. The boys had some Legos from their toy box out and the girls were playing with some dolls. I used the moment to pull myself together. I shouldn’t have expected anything more than what just happened because Curtis wouldn’t kiss me in front of the staff, or his children so why would tonight be any different? When they called us to dinner, I made sure to sit as far away from Curtis as I could and made sure that the children were attended to.

I just wanted the evening to end.

Curtis

I fucked up.

I know I did.

Why? Why couldn’t I just say that Presley was my girl? I wasn’t ashamed. I had no reason to be. Except that she was still being paid to care for my children. The same children who are falling in love with their girl who plays with them, helps them with homework and cares for them the way a mother should. At the table, my Kitten sat as far away from me as she could. I earned that slap in the face. I tried to catch her eye, but she blatantly ignored me.

I needed to speak to her, if only to say I’m sorry. To say I didn’t want to expose her to another mob boss when her own history is a mystery to me. As dinner finished up, Presley excused herself to use the restroom. I waited a moment before I followed her. I surprised her as she opened the door, and I pushed her back in.

“Mr. Everett, what are you doing?”

Ouch. I guess I deserved that as well. “Kitten, please don’t call me that.”

“I’m just your nanny, sir. That’s what I’m supposed...” I cut her off with a kiss. I needed to feel her against me, safe in my arms, to center myself.

“I’m sorry Kitten.” I nuzzled against her neck, breathing her in. “I’m sorry. We hadn’t talked about us, and I panicked and...” I looked into her glossy blue green eyes... “fuck I’m sorry.” I went to kiss her again, but she stepped back.

“I can’t do this right now.” Her lips trembled. “I need to go back out there and make sure that the children are ok. You have guests, you should pay attention to them.” She moved around me, but I grabbed her wrist.

“Please, can we talk about this once everyone has gone home? Please, Kitten, I want to fix this.” I pleaded with her. I don’t like that she’s mad. My kitten is rarely upset but the heartbroken face I see is one I have seen before. When she told me that she wasn’t good enough for me.

She searched my eyes, looking for the truth. “I will speak with you later... Curtis.” I let go and she walked out. At least she called me by my name and not my title. I took another moment before I went back to the party.

Dessert was brought out, along with coffee and tea. I asked Clint and Andy back for a cognac in my office. As I poured, I realized that this was my chance to tell the truth. “How’s Rory with the pregnancy?”

“She’s good,” Andy replied with a smile. “Twenty first week and it’s a healthy baby boy.”

“Hey man, congratulations,” Clint said with a pat on his back.

“Andy, that’s wonderful news. You’ll make a great dad to a great little boy, I’m sure. We can only hope he gets his mother good looks,” I say with a smirk.

“Ah, fuck you man. I’m an ace,” Andy said, flipping me off.

I laughed. “Well, here’s to you, Rory and your baby boy,” I raised my glass in salute. We took a sip before I cleared my throat. “I wanted to speak to you two about something that has come up.”

“Everything ok, boss?” Clint looked concerned. Well at least he didn’t already assume he knew what was going on. Andy had a smug as shit grin on his face and waited to hear what I had to say. Fucker.

“I wanted your opinion on me dating again?”

Clint looked stunned. “Really? I mean, that’s great to get back out there. I would want to vet any woman just in case...”

I put my hand up to stop him. “There isn’t a need for that Clint. You already have.”

Clint furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”

Fuck, this is hard but here goes nothing.

“I am pursuing a relationship with Presley.”

I never knew what they meant when they said the room was so silent you could hear a pin drop. I do now. I took a sip of my drink and waited.

Clint threw back his drink. “Boss,” he started, “she’s just a kid.”

“She’s twenty three,” I replied calmly.

“And we know nothing about her,” he argued. “We don’t know anything about her. What if she was sent in to spy or hurt the kids?”

“Enough,” I barked. I turned to Andy. “You read her file? The one Jensen pulled?”

“I did,” he said calmly. “Have you?

“No. I wanted her to tell me herself. She seemed terrified of being found, which concerns me. She kept telling me that she wasn’t good enough for me, that if I knew the truth, I would make her leave.”

“See, boss, that’s a sign.”

Andy shakes his head. “No, Clint, that’s not why.” He looked at me. “I think it's smart to wait for her to tell you. And I can guarantee, she’s not a threat to your family. If anything, it's a blessing for her to be here.”

I frowned. Was my Kitten in danger? “Ok, then, Clint, have security updated to treat Presley as a member of the family and not just the nanny. We may need to put on a search for one in the future.”

Clint nodded. “Are you sure, boss?”

I shrugged. “She loves my kids, Clint. And I care for her. I’ll protect her.”

“She’s not Anna, sir.”

“I know she’s not,” I snapped. “But I can do for her what I couldn’t do for Anna.”

After everyone left for the night, I walked up to the kids' rooms. Joshua was already asleep, once again half under the covers, hanging from the bed. I shook my head a chuckled quietly before putting him back into bed and tucking him in.” Good night, son,” I whispered with a kiss to his forehead. I walked over to Everly's room and heard whispering. I peeked into the room to see Evie in Presley’s lap. My baby girl had tear tracks and red eyes and I grew concerned until I heard my Kitten’s sweet voice.

“It’s ok Evie. Joshua was just teasing. You have been the best little girl in the world. Santa will visit but only if you sleep, baby.”

“But Joshie said...”

“Don’t listen to his teasing.” She kissed my little girl on the crown of her head. “Your daddy is so proud and happy with you and that’s all that matters. Josh was just being naughty because that’s what big brothers do.” She hugged her tight.

“Are you proud of me Presley?”

“Of course I am. You’re my special favorite little girl. Think you can sleep now?” My girl nodded and Presley tucked her in. “I love you Evie.”

“Love you too Presley. Night, night.”

“Good night princess.” She walked out and closed the door. I grabbed her hips and pinned her to the wall, covering her mouth with mine in a deep kiss. She moaned into it, allowing me to taste the sweetness of her mouth. When we came up for air, she tried to push me away. “Curtis...”

“Kitten, I’m sorry, please baby, forgive me.” I kissed her gently and she melted against me. “Presley, please.”

“We can’t do this here,” she whispered. “I don’t want to wake the kids.” She closed her eyes. “Can we just do this tomorrow?”

“No.” Her beautiful eyes snapped to mine at my refusal. I couldn’t let this last a moment longer. “No, Kitten because I won’t be able to sleep knowing how angry you are with me. No, we’ll talk about this now.” I lifted her into my arms, her legs going around my waist, arms as I carried her to my bedroom.

“Curtis...”

“Shut up Kitten. You need to listen to me.” I closed the door and then set her by my bed. “We need to talk about what happened tonight.”

“What happened tonight was you denying what I am to you! You didn’t even have the courage to talk to me about it before hand so it wouldn’t feel like a slap in the face. This is why I wanted to go slow. This is why I haven’t opened up to you. Because I knew you would be ashamed of me!”

“I am not ashamed of you,” I growled back. “You’re right that we should have talked about this but I just haven't had the time.” I ran a hand over my hair and down my face. “Presley...”

“No, let me out of this room,” she demanded.

“I already told you that we have to talk about this,” I replied through clenched teeth. “Now, if you just wait for an explanation...”

“Can’t wait to hear what lie you come up with,” she scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. My Kitten has claws and for some reason, I like it.

I grabbed her chin, not with force but just enough pressure that she understood. “Stop interrupting me, Kitten.” I felt her swallow, saw the terror in her eyes. No, I didn’t want to scare her but here we are. “I’m going to let go but I want you to hear my words, ok?” She nodded slightly and I let go, placing my hands on her waist. “Sweetheart, I talked to Clint and Andy about our situation.”

Presley stilled and then I felt a tremor go through her body. “They...umm...they know? About us?”

“They do now.” I pulled her a little closer. “I wanted to tell them earlier but there was never a good time.”

“You’re not ashamed of me?” I could see her eyes become glossy.

“God Kitten, of course not. I’ve been trying to figure out how to keep you, how to protect you. I wondered how this would look to the other Kings in this area.” I moved to cup her face. “I want to take you out and let everyone know I found a new princess. But I had to run it by my closest friends and advisers. Andy just went through this with his wife, fighting for her. The other kings, well, they are wrapped up in their own lives and I am not as close to them as I am Andy.”

“He was looking at me,” she said, and I stilled. “It was like he knew who I was right away.” She reached for her necklace, but I stopped her.

“Tell me, Kitten. Tell me why you are scared. Did someone hurt you?” I searched her eyes and could see the fear. “Presley, I’ll protect you. I don’t care about your past. I care about who you are now. My princess, my queen.” I kissed her hands. “I can’t lose you, Kitten.” I looked at her eyes and it broke me. She still didn’t trust me. I was losing her before I had her. I dropped to my knees. “I’m yours Kitten, all yours.” I pressed my forehead into her middle. I hadn’t felt so weak or vulnerable since Anna died.

She owns me.

She runs a hand through my hair and I hum at the sensation. “Please Kitten,” I plead.

She cups my chin and tilts my head up. “I’m yours,” she whispers and my whole body sags. I stand and cup her face. Her beautiful, captivating face and I lower mine to kiss her lips.

She's a drug and I’m addicted.

I deepen the kiss and wrap my hands around her thighs and lift her up, wrapper her legs around me. I walked over to my bed and climbed in with her under me. She feels so good under me.

My Kitten.

Presley

His weight is on me and my god, does it feel good. I’m not innocent by any means but it's been years since I had been with a man. He lets go of my lips to kiss my neck and shoulder, his right hand under my leg to keep me close to him. I can feel his erection and I shiver. His other hand is in my hair, and he tilts my head to give him better access. “Curtis,” I moan.

“Fuck, do I love my name on your lips, Kitten.” I can feel his hand slide up my dress. His hands are warm, rough but he touches me like I’m glass. I tremble and sigh and he stopped. He lifts his head to look me in the eye. “If you want me to stop, just tell me Kitten. I’m yours Kitten, and I don’t want you to be scared of me.”

I’m falling for this man.

I tilted my hips up to rut against him and he groaned. He kisses me hard and I moan in his mouth. He takes advantage to taste my mouth and God, does he taste good. I put my hands over his hair. It short but feels so good. I can feel him grasp the zipper on the side of my dress and pull it down. My blood heats, my heart thumps. He’s going to see me, and I’m scared.

“You’re trembling, kitten. Do you want me to stop?” The look in his eyes is of concern, of protection.

“I’m nervous,” I admit. “My body...” I swallow, trying not to cry. I don’t want him to see the scars.

“Ok, Kitten, I’ll stop and just hold you, okay?” He has sincerity in his voice, compassion in his eyes. He does care for me.

“No,” I tell him, shaking my head. “Please Curtis, don’t stop,” I whimper. I reached up to pull him down to me and kiss him this time. He’s surprised but quickly melts into it. Into me. I reach for his buttons, and he tilts up, pulling away so I can unbutton his shirt. I get three undone before he grabs the back and pulls it off his body. I swallow when I see his tattoos. They always peek but I’ve never seen them fully. His ink is beautiful, and I trace it with my finger. He sits up and pulls off his belt and unbuttons his slacks. I still on his bed, watching this wonderful man.

He stops and gently pulls the top of my dress down my arms, showcasing the matching red lace bra I have on. A positively feral look passes his eyes as he sees me for the first time. He bends down to kiss the tops of my breast and I arc at the sensation. The scruff on his face gives a delicious contrast to the softness of his lips. He stops to look at me. “Kitten, you are beautiful.” He kissed down the center of my chest and pulled the rest of my dress off. And fucking growls once he sees the matching panties.

Curtis

I’m a dead man.

I need to be, to explain why I am in heaven right now. She is a goddess in red lace. Her dark hair is spread over my pillows, her blue green eyes ablaze with desire. “Oh Kitten,” I whisper before running my nose of her skin. I wrap my arms around her and roll us, so she is on top of me. Her hair tousles down like a curtain around us, and I smooth it back behind her ears. I run my hands from her waist up to her neck and I feel what I think are ridges on her skin. “Presley...”

“Please,” she pleads, “I promise I’ll explain just, don’t stop.” Her eyes are shiny but desire is still there.

I would do anything for her. I would give her anything she wanted. She has that power over me. She is my north star, my compass, the center of my world.

I would burn the world down if she asked.

“Yes, Kitten, I don’t want to stop either.” I reached up to kiss her and I moved to unclasped her bra, releasing her magnificent breasts. “Oh fuck, kitten.” I ran my thumbs over her nipples, raising them to stiff beaks. I looked up to check in with her, but she whimpered at my gaze, obviously needing more. I chuckled and sat up to suck on one gently. She cried out at the sensation, and it made me go to full hardness. Her warmth was over my cock, and I could feel her.

“Curtis,” she mewled as I rutted up to her, “baby, please, I need you.” And now I’m feral. Hearing her call me by that pet name just set me off. I flip her onto her back, and I lower my head to the apex of her thighs. Her panties have a wet spot on them from her arousal and I need to taste it. I run my tongue over her covered pussy, and she shudders.

“Is this ok, Kitten? Can I taste you?” She nods and I smile. I pulled down the lace panties down her legs and held them up to my nose, inhaling her scent. She still smells like strawberries and vanilla, and it triggers my own arousal. I want to drool at the sight of her bare pussy, but it has to wait because I need to make my Kitten feel good. I kiss her inner thighs, biting them gently to tighten the coil I know she was feeling in her core. I place a kiss right over her core and she bucks her hips wildly. I grip her hips to hold her still and I lick around before finding her little clit and sucking on it gently. “Fuck, Presley you taste so good, baby.”

“Oh Curtis, feels good,” she pants. I smile before I continue to lick all around her beautiful pussy. I bring one of my hands close and use a single finger to tease her. She tries to move but my other hand continues to pin her down. I slowly sink my finger in, and Presley lets out the most gorgeous moan I have ever heard. I suckle her clit and feel her clench around my finger as I pump it slowly in and out. I know I have to stretch her because I don’t want to hurt her. Her sweet essence is pouring out of her and I use it to add another finger. I hooked my arm over her hips to ground her. “Curtis, Curtis,” she chants.

“I’ve got you baby, its ok.”

“I’m going to cum, Curtis. Oh god.” She fists the sheets as I continue to fuck her with my hand.

“Let go, come for me Presley, I encourage her, and she squeezes my fingers so hard I’m sure they’ll pop off, but I know it will feel fan-fucking-tastic around my cock. She cries out my name over and over as she cums and my god, it is the most beautiful sight I have ever scene. I slow my motions as I bring her down from her high, kissing her thighs, then her belly. I continued back up until I saw her face. “Hi Kitten.”

She gives me a tired smile. “Hi,” she replies shyly.

“Do you want to keep going? We don’t have to,” I say, and she shakes her head. “You gotta talk to me, Pres. I have to know what you want.”

“Fuck me, Curtis.”

Presley

“Fuck Me Curtis.” I need this man. I need him like I need air. “Please, Curtis, don’t make me beg.” I would beg if I had to. Because he just took me to heaven and back and it was only with his fucking fingers and mouth. I need more.

He’s a drug, and I’m addicted.

He sits up and finishes pulling off his slacks and boxers, letting, what has to be, the most beautiful cock I have ever scene. I swallow because, I’m not really sure he’s going to fit. He reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a brand new box of condoms. I giggle, I can’t help it. “What’s so funny Kitten?”

“Expecting to score Mr. Everett?” He growls and I know it's because of his name. He opens the box and pulls a foil packet out. Within seconds, he rolled it on and now caged me under him.

“Think you’re being cute, baby?” I nod and he smirks. “Tsk, tsk, Kitten, now's not the time to play cute.” He fists his cock and leans down. “I’ll take it slow, baby but it will be hard. I want you to feel me for days.”

Oh.

My.

God.

He settles in between my legs, and I can feel his cock nudging at my entrance. He’s rock hard and larger than I’ve ever had. My mouth goes dry. He’s going to destroy me. “Curtis...”

“Any time you want me to stop Kitten, just say the word and I will.” He kisses my forehead. “You trust me?”

“I... I trust you.” And I do. I know he cares for me. Curtis smiles softly and lifts my left leg up and over his hip. He runs the tip of his cock through my folds and I moan at the sensation. Curtis gently pushes into me, and fuck, is he big. The stretch is unbelievable. It fills me so well. I suck in a breath, and he stops.

“Baby, talk to me, are you ok?” Curtis’s eyes are filled with worry.

“You’re big,” I gasp. “So. Good.”

The bastard chuckles. Before I can speak, he withdraws and thrusts back into me. He’s thick and it's wonderful. It was like he promised. He is slow but powerful. Every stroke into me is hard and deep. I can feel him deep in my belly. I moan with every thrust and my eyes roll to the back of my head when a particular thrust hits the perfect spot. I dig my nails into Curtis’s arm as the waves of pleasure move through my body. “Oh, fuck baby, this pussy is squeezing me so hard. Are you wanting to cum, kitten?” I nod, because I can’t trust myself to open my mouth without screaming at top volume. “Be a good girl, Kitten and use your words.”

“Y-yes, please.”

“Good girl. Cum,” he orders, and my body explodes into euphoria. I feel my blood sizzle with lighting as my orgasm rushes through. “Presley,” Curtis moans. “So tight baby, ah fuck!” I feel him pulse into the condom, his movement erratic and slowing. He finally stops and all you can hear is our heavy breathing. He kisses my lips and then my forehead. “You are a goddess, Pres.” He eases out of me, and I feel so empty. He goes to his bathroom to get rid of the condom. I can feel myself falling asleep. All the emotions of the evening, all of the exertion of the night, is catching up to me.

Curtis climbs back into bed and pulls me into his arms. “Sleep Kitten.”

And I’m out.

Curtis

I feel a small hand touch my nose. I twitch and blink slowly to first see that Presley is in my arms, facing me. The second thing I see is my daughter standing next to the bed. “Everly?”

“Morning Daddy. Why is Presley in your bed? Was she not feeling well? I like to cuddle with you when I don’t feel good,” she says with an air of facts.

Shit.

Fuck.

Shit.

My little blonde angel has caught Presley in my bed. I calm myself before I answer her. “Yes,” I lied. “She wasn’t feeling well.”

“Oh. Okay.” Everly smiled. “You’re a good daddy to take care of Presley. She’s my best friend.”

Well shit. I can feel Presley starting to wake. “Evie, why don’t you head down to the family room and see if Santa came? But don’t open anything until we get there, ok?”

She nods very big. “Ok daddy.” She turns from the room, and I look down to see Presley’s eyes open wide and looking up at me. I press my lips to her forehead.

“Don’t panic, Kitten. We’re ok.”

“Oh, why didn’t I go back to my room?” She closes her eyes and leans her head into my chest.

“Kitten, are you ok?” Her statement hurt a little, but I know it's because we were just caught by my daughter. I needed to stay calm for Presley’s sake.

“No,” she lifted her head, “I’m not because I don’t know if I can look in your daughter’s eyes anymore. This is not how I wanted to tell her that I was dating her father.”

Relief flooded my system. She wasn’t ashamed of me, she was nervous about talking to my children. “Kitten, we’ll be honest with them ok. Their father likes their nanny and is going out with her.” I watch her chew her lip and reach for her necklace. I cover her hand and stop her from fidgeting. “Talk to me, Presley. I promise, we will get through anything.”

She closed her eyes and when they opened, her beautiful blue green eyes were swimming in unshed tears. “Please don’t hate me,” she whispered as the first tear fell.

“Sweetheart...” she stops me with a kiss.

“I’ve never felt more protected and cared for in my entire life until I came here.” Presley swipes at her face to get rid of the stream of tears. “My name is not Presley Adams.”

That was not what I was expecting to hear. "What?"

“Presley Adams is the name I give to hide from my family. My real name is Amelia Giovanni. My father is Mario Giovanni, head of the crime family in New Jersey. I’m his only child.” She blinked as more tears fell.

My memory snapped that that day a month ago when I had a meeting with Mario Giovanni. He was on a terror because his kid had disappeared. His daughter, his princess.

The lost princess of the Giovanni family is in my arms.

“Presley, why did you run away?” I needed answers. I need to protect her. History can’t repeat itself. But as much as hearing that Presley is not her real name, her next sentence would put my world in a spin.

“Because he tried to marry me off to a sadistic man and when my mother tried to object, he killed her.”

Oh, fuck.

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My Favourite Cry Baby

Synopsis: One where Harry comforts YN after a breakdown

Masterlist | Part two of New Student

College started again, but on full swing and a shit load of projects and assignments.

Harry was especially stressed with everything, he already couldn't wait for this semester to get over and the last one too. Basically he wanted to get out of college as fast he could. His dad was already stepping down on his duties and handing him the company but he needed to learn so he have been working with hid dad recently.

As much as he despises his dad, that company was his everything. He's worked there since he was legally allowed to take up a corporate job, that was just when his dad moved the company to New York from London. It was his first week of work there.

But all he could think of His date with YN on the Christmas. They'd stayed in most of the day at her flat, they made more cookies with more of an improvised recipe and a butt ton of dry fruits, later YN made her favourite food for lunch and Harry took her out for ice skating like he promised and dinner at one of his favourite Italian restaurants. They went to ice skate again until the rink was closed. Stayed out past midnight. He was really hoping to for kiss then but she did not take his hints at all.

But spoiler alert, he got it on New Year's Eve.

"Hey lovie, you still want to go out today?" He asked.

YN was sat on her balcony having some alone time and writing in her journal. Isabelle suggested that to her and she haven't stopped since, it was nothing fancy just a plain book and a black pen for her. A nice cup of Chai to keep her company. She's been very happy these past two weeks.

"Yeah," she nodded.

"Okay we're going to to Time Square, get your coat this time okay?" He said, happy to go out with her again he was gonna walk in but she stopp him.

"Harry, it's like four hours away from here," she said, "we're going to be late."

"We can leave now and head back after midnight." He shrugged, "well drive there."

"You have a car?" She asked.

"Yeah," he said simply. "Get ready, yeah? We can leave in about an hour and half."

"Okay," she nodded, "Harry?"

"Yes darling?" He stopped in his track again.

"Is this a date?" She asked sheepishly, a red tone flushed under her skin.

"Of course it is a date, lovie," he smiled. "Text me when you're ready, yeah?"

"Mhmm," she nodded again, picked up her stuff and headed in.

Harry took a quick hot shower and got into a pair of his classic black skinny jeans, one of his black hoodie and his brown coat. He grabbed an extra pair of gloves- those were actually mittens his sister made for him but they shrunk down somehow after he washed them once-, and an extra beanie because she apparently feels to embarassed to wear one and she's not going to get one. Grabbed his wallet, phone and car keys.

After he got a text from her he headed out. She was waiting for his there, dressed in layers of clothes with her usual black coat with a chunky oversized turtle neck underneath it, a pair of loose jeans and her usual chunky sneaks, a black sling bag hung over her shoulder.

"Hi," she beamed seeing him as he locked his flat.

"Hey lovie," he smiled back, "you locked the door?"

"Beatrice is staying in, but I have my keys." She said.

Yup! She is the new roommate who is still unaware of the fact Harry lives next door.

"Okay let's go," he grabbed her hand gently as they walked out.

He wondered if his car would start up, since he's met YN he had opted to walk back and forth to college with her. She loved to walk so he kept his car in the parking lot. He unlocked the car and opened the door for her.

Least to say YN was shocked to see he's got a Rolls Royce, a matte black one to be specific.

Technically it was his dad's car which he gifted to Harry after he got a new one. So Harry did not buy it himself. YN got in, he jogged around the front and got into drivers seat.

Harry drove all the way to New York City, stopping in between to show her places which might fascinate her making their four hour long drive a six hour one. They ate a bunch of junk food. Luckily they left at 2 so they could still get a decent dinner in at this Indian restaurant which was still open. Harry almost choked on the spicey food but he was fine, YN got a great laugh at seeing his red face. YN ordered a nice creamy dessert which helped a lot with the burning in his mouth.

"Come on, it was not seasoned enough anyway," YN joked.

"It wasn't?" He gasped from all the spices, she poured him a glass of ice cold water. "God I'm gonna die!"

"You're not," she assured him.

But alas, he calmed down. They both headed out, did some shopping. He insisted on buying YN a cardigan he saw in Zara, which he did, she was hesitant to take it. They kept their stuff in his car and walked to the time square, walk around there until with was nearing midnight.

"It's so pretty here," she exclaimed looking around. The way she had his hand clutch in hers in fear of loosing him melted his heart into a puddle, but her hands were too cold for to be uncovered.

"Here wear these," he pulled out the mittens and slid them on her hands despite her whining and slipped his green packers beanie on her head. "You're going to get sick, you look adorable, don't be embarrassed, okay?" He smiled, almost got carried away and press his mouth on her, but opted to go for her cheek not to make it awkward. He draped his arm around her shoulder tucking her a warm embrace looking up front when the count down began.

YN was lost, he was being very touchy today. Not that she did mot feel comfortable or did not like it, it made her mind go all fuzzy and made her tummy erupt with a heap of butterflies. She just blushed looking down at her mitten covered hands, he made sure to get that and a beanie for her. It warmed her heart so much. But at the same time she was kinda gutted that he went to kiss her but did not really went ahead with it. She did wanted him to kiss but was too nervous to initiate it herself like her best friend advised her.

"Happy New Year, love." She heard Harry's voice close to her ear making her flinch out of her dreamy world, she looked at him as he leaned down to match her ear. All happy and excited she wraps her arm around his neck in a bear hug, he giggled and hugged her back lifting her off her feet as he swayed them side to side.

"Happy New Year, Harry," she whispered. "Happy New Year!"

He finally set her down on her feet and have her look around, confetti flew everywhere, the lights looked even prettier somehow. She had wanted to come here for so long, she'd sneakily watch glimpse of all of this on TV when her cousins would put on international News channels for it every New Year. She'd talk to her grandma about wanting to go to New York and even promised to take her with. She hugged Harry again out of excitement. This was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for her.

"Thank you for bringing me here," she hopped on her feet in excitement, just feeling the vibration on his laugh on her face through his chest before he took her back in his embrace.

"You're very welcome, love." He said, couldn't help but press a kiss on her head. "I want to kiss you so bad though." He whispered.

"I want to kiss you, as well," she admitted pulling away, "I've just never kissed anyone."

"Of you still want me to kiss you I-"

"Yes, please," she gave him her doe eyes interrupting him, he smirked at her briefly before he dipped his head down to kiss her but opted to kiss her cheek first, feeling her cold skin against his lips he moved to her other cheek pressed another kiss on her skin, teasing for a bit he was leaned, or you can say sat on one of those short poles by the edge of the pavement so he had her trapped. Her hands were rested on either of his shoulders. He pulled back enough to take a look at her, her nose and swells of her cheeks had turned red like she's wearing a pretty shade of blush. He pushed her hair behind her shoulder before sneaking his hand to the back of her neck. Nudging the tip of his nose with her gently he smeared his lips on hers, lingering just a tad bit longer before he pulled away resting his forehead on hers. He chuckled when she let go on of breath she didn't know she was holding in.

"You have to learn to breath in between lovie." He whispered, kissing on the corner of her mouth. She moved away enough to look at him.

"I want to kiss again," she said shyly.

"Don't have to ask now, c'mere." He smiled, dimples denting his cheeks deep. He tightened his grip around her waist pulling her in more, letting her make the move and she did. He let his other hand slip down to her waist from her neck, as he lead the kiss tucking her bottom lip in between his two. Not wanting to push any further for now he opted to pull away but not fully until he pecked her mouth a couple of times.

Was it really possible to get addicted to something withing seconds? Well, she was now. He gave the best hugs she was aware but also the best kisses. That was a plus. She wanted to have more kisses but had to resist herself because they're still in public.

It was nearly 3 in the morning when both of got back to their building, Harry parked his car on his usual spot and helped YN het their bags out from the back.

She was just trying to process her feelings. It was hard for her to believe that someone could be so nice for her for the first time, after her grandma of course. He'd drove her to the New York City tonight, but they have been hanging out and going to places around their uni, he's putting efforts into knowing what she likes and not, he even remembers she doesn't like coffee so he gets her hot chocolate or chai everytime they go out. It all overwhelmed her again making her vision blurry with tears again.

"Hey what's wrong lovie?" Harry rushed to where she stood waiting for him to hand her the bags which had her stuff in it.

"No, I'm just happy," she sniffled smiling and making his chuckle.

"You scared me," he sighed, "gimme a kiss we can go up."

She obliged leaning forwards she let him peck her lips.

And that was that for their date. It's been a week he haven't seen her since. Both of them started with work and college so ot was understandable, they'd text back and forth though but that's about it all. It was Friday and he had the day off from work so he waited for YN to be done with her lecture. He was busy on his phone as his dad's manager was texting him about the meetings for the next day, he almost missed YN walking past him with her head hung down and her classic little upset pout on her face.

"Hey, where are you going?" He stopped her and slipped his phone back into his pocket. "What's got you all so upset and pouty, love?" He asked, pulling her in for a warm hug, she just shook her head and returned the hug.

"Missed you," he whispered and heard her mumble something, he believed she reciprocated what he said. "You want to go out today?"

"I just want to go home, I'm a bit tired," she pulled apart from his hug sniffling, her voice was a bit stuffy.

"You alright? Do you need me to take you to doctors?" He asked, worried seeing she clearly has a cold. Touching her forehead-which made her flinch-he found out she's also got a fever.

"No, I went, this-this morning with Belle." She shook her head and started walking down the hallway towards the locker room.

"I am not convinced." He squinted his eyes at her. She sped up to walk to her locker, opened it rather aggressively and handed him a piece of paper which was just kept there. It was a priscription which had today's date on it.

"I do not lie, okay?" She grabbed her tote and shut her locker closed before she started walking out.

"Hey, I'm sorry love." He sighed and followed her out, "I was just teasing. You want to go to mine? I can make us some tomato soup and grilled cheese."

"No, I am not hungry," she said.

"YN, look I'm really sorry, I don't know why you're upset but you can talk to me, you know?" He cooed to her stopping her by the exist of the college building.

"Talking makes it worse for me," she said, with a rather grumpy face now.

"Okay," he nodded, partially sitting on the railing beside the stairs, "your priscription says you need to take medicine this afternoon and for that you need to eat, I can still make you that soup and grilled cheese."

Now she did not wanted to take up his offer when she's turned it down the first time, he's going to tease her, but she was also hungry so she opted to just shrug and letting him choose whatever that meant.

"Alright, can I have a kiss before we go back?" He smiled his classic cheeky smile. Her shoulders drop as a frown took over her face relaxing her grumpy pout.

"You'll get sick too Harry, I want to go back to my flat!" She whined.

"Okay, okay let's go," he sighed. He brought his car with him thinking he'd have to go to work but he chose to take the day off so he drove them back to their building. Just as he was about to walk past her flat, hand in hand she stopped him. "What's wrong?"

"I, uhh," she got on her tippy toes trying to reach upto his ear level as best as she could seeing their other neighbour get back home as well, "I got a stain on my pants, I need to take shower." That's when he noticed she's got a jacket wrapped around her waist.

"Oh, okay come over when you're done then okay?" His smile was soft, the kind which made her want to squish his face and pinch his cheeks, he kissed her cheek.

"Woah!" Her flat door opened, it was Beatrice. "Seriously Harry? Her?" Scoffed and pushed past YN swinging her bag over her shoulder leaving the door wide open.

"That was rude," Harry said to himself.

"I want to be alone today Harry, I'm sorry," YN said rushing in, shut the door behind her on the way. Harry was genuinely confused as he went back to his.

As soon as YN walked in she saw Isabelle standing there in the living room surprised seeing their other roommate's behaviour. She just went to hug her best friend sobbing.

"Hey no babes, don't cry!" Isabelle hugged her back, listened to her rant about how bad her day was getting minute by minute.

"I feel horrible for being rude to Harry," she ended her rant with more sobbing.

"I'm sure he understands YN, just talk to him." Isabelle suggested.

"But I know I will cry and I don't want him to think I'm a cry baby," she cried again.

"I am sure he doesn't think anything of that, it's okay to cry," Isabelle assured her, "he has invited you for lunch, just go over okay? You haven't eaten anything in two days anyway."

"Mhmm," YN nodded.

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There she was stood by Harry's door all changed up and in comfy clothes. She was already feeling miserable with her cold and fever and her period and now in the fear of making Harry upset with how rude she was with him. She knocked on the door and it was opened for her rather quickly to reveal Mitch, he had a suitcase with him and a duffle bag.

"Oh hey YN!" He beamed pulling her in a hug.

"Hi," she said, "are you going somewhere?"

"Yeah, on a business trip for the week." He nodded, "it was last minute."

"Oh, have a safe journey." She smiled.

"I will," he smiled and turned around to look at Harry, "no shagging on the couch."

"No," Harry shook his head, his cheeks flushed in instant and left YN confused as to what that meant but she stepped in and shut the door behind her. Harry walked back into kitchen hurry whom she tailed behind.

"Harry?" She called.

"Hmm?" He sounded stirring up the soup he made.

"I'm sorry for being rude to you earlier." She said, in a low voice. Grabbing onto the hem of his t-shirt gently to get his whole attention, "I am just having a bad day which I know should not be reason to lash out on you like that. I'm sorry."

"It's alright, sweetheart." He cooed stepping closer to her so he can kiss her forehead. "Are you feeling okay now? Did you take your meds?"

"Mhmm," she nodded. "Are you not upset with me?"

"I'm not," he shrugged simply. "Now do you want to help me make grilled cheese?" She nodded and got to help him.

"My dad came to see me yesterday at work," Harry shared, "lashed out on me because I messed up a tiny thing on this mew project which could have been fixed in matter of minutes, later said he was having a bad a day and didn't even apologise."

"I'm sorry," she stopped her actions, "you don't deserve that. But at least he came to see you. My dad said I was lying when I confronted him for not coming to see me like he said he would when I have texts he sent me. I haven't seen him since the day he came to drop me off at airport with Isabelle and her family. He didn't even come to see where my dorm was and how was the living conditions at the place Isabelle and I lived. Just paid for the first two months of rent and flight tickets, I didn't even needed for him to do that."

None of what Harry said was true, his dad did came to see him at work but he did not lash out on him like he described, he just said that so she can share what's been bugging her. She seemed to share when he'd shared something as well. It broke his heart to see her cry again, also he didn't know what to say next but just watched her make sandwiches put them on the pan to toast.

"You don't deserve that you know," he started, licking his dry lips, "you have moved out, you can let go of the past now you know?"

"It's hard when every one his promises of coming to see me seemed so genuine." She shrugged, "I never knew my mother, he said she left a year after I was born. He married again just so I'd have a mother figure around but she didn't wanted me after she had my sister. So my dad took me back to India where my grandma was, I was four when he left me there. At first he called everyday and talked to me because I was so upset now he doesn't even answer my texts for days. It was so good you know, first four years of my life. I remember everything from my third birthday up until the day he left me with his mother. Kids in my class used to make fun of me saying how can you remember things from when you were 4, but that's all good I knew."

She paused to look up at Harry who was listening to her so intently, looked visibly so hurt, "I'm sorry, I'm just ranting."

"No, no I want to hear it." He insisted, "it's always nice to talk about it you know? Let it all out. Didn't you say your grandma loved you?"

"She did," YN smiled, "she was the most amazing person I've ever known. She'd tell me all these horror stories which I'm sure half of them were made up, but having a mum is way different. My Aunty used to help my cousins with their homework, but would purposely teach me wrong things so I wouldn't be able to get into school my dad wanted me go. He was intending to send me to a private school, but they had put into a government school which is free and hog all the money my dad sent for the school and send their kids to nicer schools instead. She lied to my dad saying I'm not that bright of a student to get into school he wanted me to go. And lied about every little thing, when I'd say to my dad that she says mean things to me, sometimes beat me if I forgot to do my homework or something she asked me to do, she lied saying I am the one who's lying so my dad can take me back with him. I seriously don't know why she hated me so much, at one point she even started to make me write 'YN is a huge liar' a hundred times twice a day, or not let me eat for days as punishment. This one summer, I was coming back home school and I spent my bus fair to get something cold to drink so I had to walk back home, I was just half hour late. I did not get any bus fair, or a water bottle for next week as punishment."

"How can your dad not believe a child, I'm sorry you had to go through all that love," he moved closer to her wrapping his arm around her waist to pull her close.

"It's okay now, I guess, I'm at least not living with them anymore." She shrugged, still crying, "I just feel so unwanted that my dad just abandoned me like that. He promised he would come see me after New year, but he didn't. He said he couldn't come." And with that she started sobbing.

"I want you be with me," he admitted, "I know we've known each other for only about six months, started dating last month but do I want to be with you." He cuddle into her, wanting to just protect her from everything like she's the most precious little thing.

"I don't want promises Harry," her voice came as muffle against the fabric of his hoodie.

"I'm gonna prove it to you," he said more ardently than he expected, that made her start sobbing again.

"Sorry, I'm such a cry baby I cry over everything." She mumbled taking half a step back.

"You're not, this is the way you express yourself and it's okay to cry," he assured her, "I find it rather adorable, your nose and cheeks get red when you cry. You're my favourite cry baby!"

"How can you find it adorable?" She whined crying again, hiding her face in her sweater paws.

"Okay no more crying," he cooed chucking. He also noticed she was wearing the cardigan he got her, as expected it was a but bug on her but it looked comfy. "Hey, look you don't have to cry over that anymore okay?"

"Mhmm," she nodded and went for in to hug him wrapping her arms around his neck, hiding her face in between the gap of her arm and his neck. He hugged her back of course.

"You're feeling good?" He asked.

"A little," she admitted still not ready to let go of him.

"Do you want to eat now, we can cuddle later?" He suggested but she nodded in disagreement, "you're tummy is growling, I promise we can hug all you want later okay?" He earned another whine from her.

"Okay, no promises, we are cuddling and watching The Office, yeah?" He bargained.

"Yeah," she sniffled pulling away.

They took the food to table Harry and Mitch had tactfully kept in the place next to kitchen and Harry's bedroom door, it just had two chairs. As far as YN knows it's just Harry and Mitch living there even though they've got a three bedroom flat. He even made her a cup of Chai after lunch and they cuddled up on the sofa watching The Office like he said. Harry had also made sure to get her a throw blanket and a hot water bag.

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Spring break was around the corner. YN was doing way better than she was few months ago.

She saw her best friend less and less as her classes keeps getting tougher on her but they still manage to hang out and have their girlie tea time and spa days once a month and bitch about everything happens in college. It was mostly just her and Harry now.

Especially now when they're schedules go along so well together. Especially since they made it official. As much as Harry wanted to make it special, take her out to a fancy ass restaurant and ask her to be girlfriend but it happened in spur of moment when they were in library. He was extra pissed that day after hearing a rather crude remark by Beatrice for YN.

"Harry please, I'm used to her saying stuff. It's okay, she's just wasting her own energy." She'd try to convince him to calm down.

"How can you take her talking shit about you all the time which doesn't even make sense? I can't take anyone talking about my girlfriend!" He blurted out in all his frustration but had to keep a hushed tone.

"Am I-am I your-am I your girlfriend?" She stuttered, feeling her cheeks heated up a bit as she tilted her head to side to be able to look at Harry. Who gave her a nervous look, it's not him gets to be all nervous it was her job but she found him adorable in the moment. His eyes rounded out and a faint crease in between his eyebrows, he looked a lost little kitten. "What?"

"That just slipped," he licked his dry lips, "I wanted to make it a lot special for us, I'm sorry if you're not ready to put any label to it."

"No, no it's okay," she stuttered, trying to hold back her stupid grin.

"As in you want to make this official 'it's okay'?" He asked.

"Mhmm," she nodded, biting on her lip consciously trying to look stupid with her giddy smile.

"Uh-huh!" He nodded, teasing her as he leaned in to kiss her mouth softly. She has now learned to take his teasing light heartedly now, still learning to make her triggers less and less powerful on her. "You're my girlfriend now, wow!" He sighed in disbelief.

"Why you don't, dont want that?" She asked, getting all serious again.

"You're just so pretty," he said dramatically smacking the table but not too loudly as he leaned in closer to her again, "no ones going to believe I've got such a beautiful girlfriend." He mumbled against her mouth before pressing another soft kiss on her lips.

"Everyone will," she nodded taking one of her hands to rest upon his cheek lovingly, "I don't know about Beatrice though." She giggled making him chuckled.

"Don't have care about that," he assured her.

YN later also found out that Harry does in fact have another roommate who is always on business trips as well but way more than Mitch is, and she also happened to find out that he's the biggest pervert of all time. But just like Beatrice, Harry and Mitch cope with the annoying man just because he pays his part of rent and bills on time. Now that he's home most of the time, Harry and YN opt to hang out at hers (if Beatrice is not present) or in his room.

Today, was a nice warm day. Perfect for YN and Isabella to have their Spa day. YN made the Chai and Isabella brought out her best fave masks and robes and hair bands. They sat on YN's balcony.

"So how have you been this whole week?" Isabelle asked.

"It was okay," YN shrugged. "How was your week?"

"Filled with stupid assignments." She sighed, "I want to hear about you, I'm always ranting about shit. How is everything with Harry? Did you guys kiss yet?"

YN's eyes evidently went wide. She haven't shared that bit with Isabelle yet. She wanted to gate keep the information that her and Harry are close enough to kiss, though it's been a couple of months and I was quite believable to her best friend as to how shy and closed off she is with a new person.

"Everything is good, and yes." YN nodded, sheepishly.

Isabelle gasped, "when?"

"When he took me to NYC..." YN hesitated to answer.

"You bitch!" Isabelle exclaimed, "you didn't tell me!"

"I wanted to keep it to myself." YN shrugged. "We made it official last week."

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed again, "that's so good, congratulations bestie."

YN giggled at her friend's excitement, "thank you."

"Anything else?" She teased, "you don't have to gate keep it from me."

"No, nothing more." YN shook her head knowing her friend all too well with her teasing, "I don't know if I'm ready yet, or I think I want to wait till I'm married."

"Sure thing darling, never let anyone force you to do anything you don't want to." Isabelle said, sipped on her chai, "this tea is amazing by the way!"

"Thank you," YN said, "I kinda wanna share something else too."

"Go ahead."

"This is going to be such a stupid question, but I've figured I actually love him." YN confessed earning another excited gasp from her best friend, "I just don't know how to say it. And I kinda wanna be the first one to say it, but I also don't know if he feels the same about me too. And I'm very nervous."

"Awh! My bestie is in love," Isabelle sighed, "just say it. Don't think too much about it. When you're at his and he's cooking for you just say it. Blurt it out."

"It's not that easy." YN shook her head, "he is sort of intimidating, but in a good way you know."

"I just... Said it to Aaron," she shrugged, "but awh! I get it honey, maybe try when you're both out, or on a walk. So you know, you can run if needed."

"Oh my god Belle, don't scare me like that!" YN gasped, and her sheet mask almost slipped off her face.

"Just kidding," Isabelle had a good laugh, "but you know—"

"Isabelle, I was just wondering if I can bring—" Beatrice stopped noticing she interrupted something.

"What?" Isabelle asked.

"I was wondering if you're fine with me bringing few of my friends over tonight?" She asked.

"I'm fine with it, don't want to ask YN too? I mean she lives here," Isabelle said. Beatrice just looked at YN.

"I don't know, I want to have a quiet night." YN shrugged.

"Gosh you two are so fucking boring!" Beatrice groaned but sat on the empty chair there which was there to hold YN and Isabelle's tea mugs.

"What is up with you, why are you so annoyed all the time?" Isabelle scoffed annoyed, sipping on her tea. YN did not paid mind to their bickering back and forth most of the time, she was busy adjusting her sheet mask which was slipping off her face. She didn't do any fancy mask like Isabelle because her skin was feeling very nice and she did wanted to do something to cause her to get zits all over her face.

"Oh don't ask," Beatrice sighed as if Isabelle was curious to know what's up with her, "I've been trying so hard to hook up with this guy again but he doesn't acknowledge me anymore."

"Then just go to someone else." Isabelle said in a lazy tone, "We don't—"

"No, I mean I knew he said he enjoyed the first time around I was so stupid to think he'd want to sleep with me again. It was Harry by the way, he's been avoiding me for some reason. I guess he's just got a thing of not shagging anyone more than once I guess." She shrugged simply, taking Isabelle and especially YN by surprise, "saw him leave the party with someone last night. Gosh, I wish it was me."

"Do you realise him and YN are dating now, what the fuck are you talking about? How can you talk shit like that in front of his girlfriend?" Isabelle snapped.

"Oh, you're together now? Like girlfriend and boyfriend?" She scoffed mockingly, "he's nust fooling around with you honey, he did the same to Alice from his Secretarial Law class as she wasn't ready to you know... But he just ghosted hee once they did it."

"Shut up Beatrice, get the fuck out of here!" Isabelle deadpanned.

"His girlfriend isn't saying anything. Thought you got me and we were friends. Guess not." With that she left the room.

"YN, don't listen to her okay? You know she enjoys to get under your skin for some reason." Isabelle trued to assured her crying best friend. "You've been with him for long enough to know it's not true."

"What if it is?" She asked, doubting everything.

"You need to talk to him, remember communication is key to everything." Her friend said, "look, don't cry now darling."

"But, but she said he left with someone last night!" YN mumbled, more to herself than sharing it with her best friend.

"You don't know for sure, YN, I'm always going to suggest you to go talk to him." Isabelle stressed on her advice to her.

"I, I don't want to talk to him now." She shook her head, standing up from her place and walking inside her room.

"What just happened?"

"Oh fuck!" Isabelle sighed, "it's not my place to tell you, I'm sorry." She shrugged looking at tired and hung over Harry stood in his balcony before she went in to check on her best friend.

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The next day, YN was at work all day, working an extra job during her break time so she can go to LA with Isabelle like they planned. There is so fucking way she's asking her dad for any more money after he blew her off like that. But Harry had made sure to talk to her asking about why she was crying.

It felt so wrong to believe what Beatrice said, she just hated her. It wasn't like it couldn't be true as well.

She had seen similar thing happen in movies but always thought it was an over exaggeration, but it also felt dramatic to compare her feelings to a stupid random movie plot.

All her life, everyone who's close to her have either left her own her own or just betrayed her. Like her best friend back home did. All she did was walked home with one of their mutual friend whom her friend was secretly dating and thought entirely wrong about both of them, it went to the point where she was seriously grounded so bad when her aunty got to know about it. Hell, even her own dad didn't wanted her.

Wait, is she overreacting?

She probably is.

She loves him. She'd just come to terms with it not even a couple of days ago, have wanting nothing more than to tell him that. She didn't know how to, but she had been writing and scrapping her monologues of rants to explain it to him all. He'd listen to her, every little syllable she'd utter, he made her feel visible. He helped her not invalidate her feelings like she is always used to. As un-feminist as it might sound of her but is a way he'd made her love herself just a tad bit than she ever remembers. All his little acts of services like cooking random meals for her or just randomly driving her somewhere to eat, take her bag sometimes when they walk back home from Uni. His acts of physical affection especially were her favourite, most especially his hugs or when he holds her hand and refuses to let go even when he's talking to his friends. He did that just with her right?

She wouldn't want anyone to have that but herself, even if that meant she was selfish for wanting all him to herself. He's her boyfriend after all, you don't share that with anyone else right?

YN finally understood what shagging meant and what Mitch was saying the other day. It was weird. To her especially. She didn't know if wanted to do that anytime soon, really.

It made her wonder how everyone her age was out drinking, hooking up and doing everything she grew up to believe wasn't right. Well, at the end of the day everything narrows down to one's own personal morals unless they're not hurting anyone's feelings. But she'd talked to her best friend about it, getting to know her views on this made keep her mind open. Whatever Harry did before they got together shouldn't be any of her business, right? As long as he didn't do any of that with anyone when he's with her.

But again, why would she doubt him and not talk to him like her best friend suggested? She's too much of a coward to face her feelings sometimes, that's the case. Yeah!

She didn't realise she'd already reached her building from work, and gotten into the lift without checking that it would be headed down to the basement parking first. Her entire day was a haze, let alone her remembering getting into lift without checking if it was would take her to her floor or take her to the basement first. Just as the lift door dinged open her phone dinged of a message too.

"YN, baby," she heard Harry, "what are you doing here?" She noticed his phone in his hand, it was definitely a fifth text from him. He grabbed her hand gently and pulled her out so he could hug her.

"What's wrong, lovie, why were you crying yesterday?" He asked, his voice hushed low.

"No—nothing." She shook her head clutching onto her bag but not returning his hug.

"What's wrong?" He asked again.

"It's nothing," she shook her head.

"Look I'm not going to trick you this time saying something to get it out of you," he warned her, but even his warning was gentle, "I know it's something I did to make you upset, you're avoiding me. Wanna fix it. You wanna talk about it?"

She nodded in agreement finally but shook her head in no, "let's go to mine, yeah?"

"No, no, I don't want to go upstairs and talk." She stuttered, "please?"

"Okay, let's go to my car, yeah?" He suggested but already making their way to his car, he opened the passanger door for her and made her sit there as he crouched on the ground next to her. "Now tell me, what happened yesterday?"

"Who—who was with you on Friday night?" She asked, almost choking on her own breath trying to hold back her tears.

"I was with the boys lovie, got a little tipsy so I called Mitch to pick me up. That's all." He shared, even though he'd find that question a bit invasive even if it were his girlfriend for the matter of fact, seeing her on verge of sobbing made his heart sink to his stomach so he caved in.

"So you didn't go with a girl to her place after?" She asked.

"No, why would I? Where is this coming from baby?" He asked his worried and frantic questions.

"Beatrice said that," she admitted, "that you left alone with this girl to her place. And some other things, I don't want to say."

He sighed heavily, "that was one of Niall's friend baby, we dropped her home as she was drunk her arse off that night. Wanted her to get home safely. Don't believe anything Beatrice says, okay?"

"Mhmm," she nodded sniffling on her tears, "I'm sorry."

"It's alright." He shook his head, "hey look at me?" With his hand cradling her jaw he made her look at him, "I know you don't like promises, but I need you to make me one promise, okay? Please?"

"Okay," she nodded.

"Promise me you'll come and talk to me about anything you want, especially if it is about you and I, about us, okay?" His was soft, he swiped the mascara stained tears from her soft skin.

"Mhmm."

"No, I want you to say it." He said, ardently.

"I promise." She mumbled.

"That's like a good girl," he smiled but it was not enough to see his dimples dent deep in his cheeks, "I know exactly what she said more. Look I don't do any of that, sleeping around with random people anymore. I wouldn't dare to do that especially when I'm with you, love. I want you to know that, okay?"

"Okay," she nodded in assurance.

"And the thing with Beatrice, to me it was nothing. Don't ever believe anything she says," he repeated, "I want this to work so bad with you, YN you know? I wouldn't do any of that and ruin it all. I know it is hard for you to trust on anyone but you have to, with me, I want to be with you for as long as you want me to stay. I'm not going to leave unless you say so, it's not a promise but a vow because I'm so, so, so in love with you." He said it.

Don't blame him, okay? He needed to say that. Especially when she is so upset.

"You—what?" For a second she did not believe what he said, especially his concluding statement.

"I love you," be repeated, "so much."

"You do?" Her voice almost stuck in her throat as her eyes pooled up with tears all over again.

"Of course I do. Wouldn't have said it otherwise." He smiled. "I know it sounds weird in real life, but I knew it the moment I saw you at that party. That I at least wanna be friends with you, but I got lucky that I got to do that and get the chance to fall in love with you. You looked so adorable in your little dress, mascara running down your chubby cheeks just like now." He pointed making her chuckle, "I just love you."

"I wanted to say that first!" She whined making him laugh.

"I can pretend I didn't say it first then," he took both her hands in his own. "Come on you can say it."

She was looking at him with her classic doe eyes the whole time, a little pout on her lips, "I love you, Harry."

He gasped, "I thought you'd never say that, I love you too YN."

"Stop playing!" She whined again like a toddler at his teasing.

"Okay, okay, seriously, I love you a lot baby." He said, softly caressing her knuckles with his thumbs.

"I love you too." She sounded. "Can I tell you something?"

"I'm listening," he moved closer, listening to her intently.

"I tried to practice but I can't," she admitted sheepishly making his smile grow wider resulting his dimples to show up now, "I don't know, you just make me feel safe, and heard, and validated. Thank you for choosing to be on my side."

"I'd never change that for anything." He announced, "you deserve to be heard and validated, I'm so glad you feel safe with me baby."

"I'm not a baby, don't call me that," she pouted with a grumpy face.

"You are," he corrected her, "you're my baby, whether you like it or not." She chuckled at that.

"One more thing," she hesitated.

"Please share it with me." His politeness was killing her and melting her heart into a puddle.

"No, it's nothing leave it. I'll tell you when the time is." She shied away.

"No come on, tell me," he insisted.

"It's nothing serious, I swear, I'll tell you but not now." She assured him. "And ummm, I'm sorry I shouldn't ask you where you've been I know I shouldn't be nosy but what Beatrice said was bugging me. I will never ask you that question again."

"Okay, I'm gonna trust you on that." He nodded, "thank you, and it's alright with me. I'm glad we had this talk." He gave her an assuring smile, bringing her hand up to his mouth he kissed her knuckles gently. "Did you eat anything? Do want to go out for dinner?"

"Isabelle and I made Lasagna today but we didn't eat any as she brought doughnuts, so it's still untouched ," she said, "we can go tomorrow, if you still want."

"I want some too," he stood up making way so she can step out and they can go upto their respective flats, or Harry would tag along.

"Okay," she nodded. "We can invite Mitch too."

"Did you guys made enough to feed our entire building?" He chuckled.

"No, just enough for Lunch and Dinner but like I said we ate doughnuts so we didn't even touch it." She explained.

"I'll text him," Harry nodded.

They went back to hers to eat lasagna. Harry Listened to YN rant about Isabelle was bugging her to make Lasagna as she sucks at making pasta dishes herself (though her rice dishes and home-made snacks slapped good! Both of them were good at something or other) and she didn't wanted to go out alone. So she had to dig out a recipe online and make it right the first time of trying it.

For the rest of the night Harry stayed over and they finished watching the entire The Office series and moved on to Friends, until YN fell asleep snuggled up next to him. Feeling all the more safe and sound also comfortable in her own bed, though it would be the first time of them sharing a bed for the night.

N O T E :

1. Omg I love writing them so much! I just want to keep writing and writing about these two. 😭

2. If you liked it please leave a vote and tell me what your favourite part was in this Oneshot.

3. If you have requests for these two li'l cuties or any other troops please do not hesitate to ask. I am taking requests.

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shares-a-vest · 1 year

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Fruity Four Advent Calendar, Day 19: A Miracle

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It will be a goddamn Christmas miracle if Steve and Eddie can get a full night's sleep with their daughter, Joanie, practically bouncing off the walls with excitement on Christmas Eve... Between calls from Robin, a late-night pop-in from Nancy with Christmas supplies, their menagerie of cats and Eddie trying to assemble Joanie's dollhouse, it's shaping up to be a long night of sleeplessness.

Word Count: 3200

Guys I've totally fallen off doing these prompts. Had crippling anxiety all last week bc I was going for Christmas lunch with my dad and I've been super down since. Shouts to anyone who has to deal with shitty parents this Christmas. Love you, you've got this 💖💖💖

'Operation Dollhouse'

Joanie tugs at the phone cord once again and, to save it from completely ripping out of the wall, Steve jumps up from the couch to follow the excited toddler around the living room. He really didn't want to have to move the couch on Christmas Eve to reach the socket. Joanie gestures wildly with her free hand, bobbing her head along with faint hums as she listens to Robin, presumably talking a mile a minute.

Robin's call was her fourth phone call of the day and the third interruption in Steve's attempt to get his three-year-old daughter into bed. She’s been practically bouncing off the walls since November when the first signs of Christmas started to appear (far too early displays at the grocery store and Christmas music on the radio the day after Thanksgiving) and now the energy is in overdrive.

"And Pa's coming in the morning!" she excitedly announces like Robin hasn't spent ten years' worth of celebrations in the same general vicinity as Wayne Munson. "And he promised to take me out in the snow."

She makes an attempt to climb up on her little pouffe by the window but Steve stops her, scooping her up with one arm.

"Nope, we are not climbing up to the window."

Joanie laughs, letting her hand holding the phone fall, slumping under Steve’s arm as he marches her back to the couch (and closer to the phone socket).

"Daddy just picked me up," she yells into the phone through giggles.

He plops her down on the couch and resumes his seat with a heavy sigh as Joanie straightens up, holding the phone to her ear once more.

"Alright, enough," Steve says, flailing to sound stern enough as he desperately tries to wind the conversation down. He sticks a hand out for the phone as Joanie stares him down with just as much seriousness.

"Bye, bye, Robbie. See you at Christmas," she says cheerily and hands over the phone at a glacial pace.

Disappointment fills her big, dark-brown eyes with the theatrics that only Eddie Munson's daughter could possibly possess. She cuddles into Steve's side, probably sulking, as he attempts to untangle the coiled phone cord.

"Ugh, Rob?" he starts, giving up and deciding to just talk with a limited cord length. "I gotta get her to bed."

"But my precious bean and I are having our girl talk!"

Joanie practically rolls off the couch and runs across the living room to the Christmas tree, stopping dead in front of it to look it over, glee twinkling in her eyes.

"You'll have all day tomorrow for that. I've been trying to get her to bed for two hours," Steve mumbles, still trying to convey his annoyance as covertly as possible.

"Where's Munson?"

He can't help but snort a laugh at the thought of Eddie in the garage, still, trying to assemble the dollhouse Joanie was getting from Santa.

"Still hard at work on the D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E?" Robin answers for him teasingly, rapid-fire spelling and cackling.

"Yes," he says, side-eyeing Joanie as she carefully examines the presents under the tree.

"Oh, I'll be teasing him tomorrow. Alrighty, Steve, love you. And don't you get up too early to start in the kitchen! Just chill the fuck out."

"Love you," he smiles and hangs up the phone, mustering any parental authority he has left from Christmas-time exhaustion.

"Joanie," he begins, cradling the phone in his lap. "It's bedtime. Go brush your teeth."

Surprisingly, she nods and heads for the bathroom. Despite the lack of protest, Steve doesn’t expect much. The same had happened before Robin called, panicking once more about exactly what she was bringing over for Christmas lunch. He busies himself with rearranging the couch cushions, always in a state of disarray after Joanie has been squirming around while talking on the phone.

He's about to head into the bathroom to check on the tooth brushing progress when Nancy comes fumbling in the front door, bags in hand and balancing a pie under her arm as she tries to unjangle the spare key from the front door lock.

"Help!" she says as she makes fleeting eye contact she with Steve.

He rushes to her, taking a bag and the pie, allowing her to yank the key from the sticking doorknob.

"Have you been at work?" he asks, incredulous as they enter the kitchen.

"The news never stops," she retorts with a tight-lipped smile as she sets her bags down on the cramped kitchen island and places her hands over them to explain. "Okay, I have my mother's pie recipe, the P-R-E-S-E-N-T-S. Well, some of them at least. Robbie is still wrapping hers. And wine."

She beams at that last part and Steve knows that his house is another stopover on Nancy and Robin’s busy, alcohol-fueled, seemingly never-ending December festivities as they party-hop all month long.

"I’m pre-preparing for Robin having a meltdown tomorrow, so I thought I’d just drop in my side of things to make it easier on myself," she continues, slipping the bag filled with presents down between the kitchen barstools, concealing them from curious not-so-little toddler eyes. "I’d really like us to have at least some relaxation in the morning over breakfast before the panic sets in."

Steve laughs, "She just called."

"Nancy!" Joanie gasps, standing at the line between the kitchen linoleum and the wood flooring.

"Are you still up?" Nancy teases, propping a hand on her hip and chancing a sly smirk at Steve.

"And we were just going to bed," he smiles sarcastically, making for the young girl. But she folds her arms in protest, the separation in flooring becoming, as it so often did, a battleground.

"Where is Daddy?"

"In the garage, honey."

She narrows her eyes, too much like Eddie for her own good. His absence had drawn suspicion all day, and there were only so many excuses Steve could concoct.

"He needs to read me a story," she insists.

"You already got a story. But I'll go get him to tuck you in."

She purses her lips, probably weighing up the bargain, eventually offering, "Can Nancy tuck me in?"

Before he can answer, Nancy picks her up.

"I can absolutely do that."

Steve mouths a, “thank you” as she passes him to move down the short hallway to Joanie's bedroom. He clamours for the radio on the kitchen counter, thinking, this is it. Joanie is finally going to sleep.

Dustin would probably give Steve and Eddie a lecture if he knew they used the emergency radios basically as a paging system between the apartment and their designated garage across the alleyway. Typically it was Eddie's studio but right now most of his music equipment was shoved to the side, making way for the dollhouse. The dollhouse that had taken him all week to assemble. And they still had to bring it upstairs and place the furniture in it.

"How's it going, Edward the Elf? Over."

"Fudge-off, Steve!"

"Eds, Nancy is helping Joanie into bed. And need I remind you, you have to say, ‘over’. Over."

"This is fucking bullshit, over."

"Can you come up and tuck Joanie in, she absolutely will not accept less than both of us."

"Fine. But, dude. I need your help."

Steve can feel his begging puppy eyes through the radio.

Nancy gets Joanie into bed without issue which, to Steve, is some combination of frustrating (considering he wrangles children for a living at preschool), a bruising to his super-parent ego and, ultimately, being thankful. Although, her persuasiveness is a continuing mark of her unwavering authority and Steve can’t argue with that. It has literally saved their lives time and again, after all. Eddie makes a flying appearance, hair frizzed in a messy bun and clearly half-stoned. He grumbles something about the garage being, "Santa’s fucking workshop" on his way out which leaves Nancy in hysterics.

Despite his clear grouchiness, Steve and Nancy can’t help but take a trip down to the apartment building’s garages to taunt him a little before Nancy heads off across the city.

"Why are you smoking?" he asks, immediately plucking the joint from between Eddie's lips and taking it for himself.

"Because I want to rip this stupid thing to pieces with my bare hands!" he says, voice deepening into his Dungeon Master voice as he shakes his fists.

Steve had bought the bare-bones dollhouse two months ago, deciding on a wooden one that they could customise to Joanie’s liking. Besides, they didn’t think whichever Dreamhouse Barbie had on offer this year would have unicorn-themed wallpaper in the bathroom or a bedroom for the plastic spiders Eddie had purchased as stand-ins for Joanie’s spider plushie collection. Steve still has no clue where Eddie and Robin had managed to find them. Like everything he did, Eddie went all out on decorating, subtly quizzing their daughter on interior design choices and then fashioning the house to her preferences.

Eddie turns around and grins.

"But I'm done now," he adds, turning back to the dollhouse with a miniature rocking chair and delicately placing it in the Christmas-themed living room.

"Eds," Steve chuckles. "How are we going to take this upstairs with the furniture already in it?"

Eddie's jaw drops and he hangs his head in his hands, groaning so loudly that Steve is happy their neighbours are just used to the Eddie-generated noise by now. Nancy bursts out laughing.

When she calms down enough to form words, she leans forward and gives Eddie a condescending pat on the shoulder.

"See you in the morning, Santa’s Little Helper."

She hops out of the garage, giggling and disappears into the night before Eddie can give an expletive-laden response.

He jumps up, boots stomping on the concrete floor.

"Shit," he says, rubbing his butt and grumbling. "Better help me, He-Man. This freaking dollhouse has stolen my youth! I need the help of your big, strong arms."

He makes grabby hands for Steve who quickly stubs out the joint in an overfilled ashtray. He kisses Eddie on the forehead.

"Operation Dollhouse enters its final stage."

"Praise Jesus!" Eddie mocks, adding a whining, "I wanna go to bed."

They make quick work of removing the furniture Eddie had already placed in the dollhouse, Eddie walking ahead as the chief door-opener and toddler scout, while Steve hoists the thing (surprisingly heavy) upstairs, hoping this was close to the last thing he would have to do this Christmas that will inevitably give him back problems in a week. He sets it down right in the middle of the living room and places a dining chair in the hallway so he can keep watch if Joanie walks out of her room. Meanwhile, Eddie fulfils his one last elvish task, perched on a cushion in the living room as he works on the furniture.

Steve's heart skips a beat as a shadow moves near Joanie's ajar bedroom door, but it's only his cat, Meatloaf. He watches as the little brown cat, with a slight wobble in his step, moves down the hallway and into their bedroom, a sign that Joanie is, in fact, asleep. Despite being a shy cat (and being the unfortunate target of some household cat bullying) Meatloaf was protective of Joanie, just quietly observing her and hurrying away to hide when he decided she was okay.

Eddie takes his time with the furniture, presumably relieved he’s on the home stretch. Once he’s done, they drape a crochet blanket over it for good measure, still uneasy at the possibility of Joanie snooping around if she awakens. They do a speed-run of their typical night routine, Eddie grumpily protesting Steve's last-minute lingering in the kitchen even though there really wasn't any more he could do in preparation for Christmas Day.

It feels like mere minutes have passed when Steve awakens to the feeling of someone slapping his shoulder. He blinks awake, realising it’s still dark out. All he can hear is a murmuring sound. He looks over to see the shape of Eddie, the likely source of muffled noise, turned away from him and waving his hand in the air. He reaches over to his nightstand for his hearing aid and jolts with a gasp at the sight of Joanie standing at his bedside, bright-eyed like it wasn’t the middle of the night. He can see her head moving about, likely talking. He fumbles for his hearing aid and places it in his left ear.

"You couldn’t hear me!" she complains with the innocent impatience of a toddler.

"M’sorry, Joanie, you have to wait for me to put my ears in," he says, sitting up and yawning.

"Is Pa here yet?" she asks, clasping her hands together expectantly.

He can now hear Eddie groaning and grumbling, "Go to sleep, Joanie."

Steve looks at the clock radio on his nightstand. 2:17 am. He rolls his eyes, just knowing that bargaining isn’t going to work, especially considering Joanie's cat, Blondie, has just scuttled into the room and is circling her little legs.

"No, baby. He'll be here at breakfast," he says, relenting and leaning over to pick her up.

"Which is how long?" she beams, wide, curious eyes glinting with mischief.

"Many hours yet," he rationalises, knowing Wayne will arrive fairly early but not wanting to say so and adds "Plenty of time to get some sleep."

He settles her in between them and Blondie promptly follows, jumping on the foot of the bed and kneading at the covers right at Steve’s feet.

"Now the cats are here!" Eddie whines, rolling onto his back. He changes his tune when he spots Joanie staring at him adoringly, "Joanie Bologna!"

"Hi," she beams, all teeth.

Eddie quirks an eyebrow, "Are you going to go back to sleep?"

"Promise!"

She pulls the covers up to her neck and kicks around a ridiculous amount before squeezing her eyes shut.

"I’m sleeping!" she announces.

Steve settles back down, "Well I need to sleep, I have a lot of cooking to do."

"Yes, Martha Stewart needs his beauty sleep," Eddie agrees, a grin detectable in his voice.

Steve nods off, now feeling like hours have passed when he stirs at the feeling of Joanie kicking around and grumbling.

"Can I go back to bed?" she stage-whispers.

"Who’s taking you?" Eddie grumbles, turning on his back with a quick "ouch" as Joanie kicks him in the process of mobilising her legs like they are helicopter blades to get the covers off.

"Both," she orders sleepily, managing to boss them about with her eyes half-closed.

They look at each other and Eddie rolls his eyes.

"A miracle," he stage-whispers as he picks her up.

Steve slips out of bed as they both muster up a shred of energy with the silent promise that this is it. The movement startles Blondie, who promptly leaps off the bed, narrowly missing being tangled in Steve’s feet and runs into the hall.

"Night, Joanie bear," Steve coos, kissing her on the cheek when they get Joanie into her own bed.

"Mhmm," she hums with a disgruntled frown like they have the gall to be disturbing her sleep.

She turns over and hugs her favourite spider plushie (named Gregory, lord knows how she comes up with names). Blondie jumps up at the foot of her bed and settles in too.

As they move into the hall, Steve catches a glimpse of the Christmas tree, twinkling just enough from the streetlights outside that he can see it in the fuzzy darkness. And there it is. That inevitable thump Steve has gotten in his chest every Christmas since 1986, the last he had spent with his parents. Actually, it was the last time he had spent any significant time with them, even if it was just a miserable Christmas dinner in silence. For all Joanie knew, Claudia Henderson was Steve's mother. And he liked it that way.

He sniffles as his mind drifts to the last phone call he'd had with his father, eight years ago when he and Eddie first moved to Chicago.

Something drops to the floor and they both jump.

"Shit!" Steve curses, covering a blubbering gasp as he reflexively shields Eddie with his arm and backs him up against the wall. They immediately look towards Joanie's room but she doesn't seem to stir. He squints in the darkness, unable to make out the moving thing on the hall stand.

"Oh it's just Gandalf," Eddie laughs, picking up the greyish form that must be his cat, aka, the most menacing terror of the bunch. "Go find Ozzy to fight with, you little hell demon."

He sets him down in the direction of the living room and promptly snakes his arms around Steve's middle to lead him.

"Okay, back to bed, mister. Don't want you stumbling around in the dark by yourself without your glasses," he adds, kissing the nape of his neck.

"Where’s Peanut?" is all Steve can think to say, tears prickling up.

Eddie kisses into his hair as he whispers, "Probably asleep in the bath."

Steve grips his arms tight and Eddie hugs him back, probably sensing how tense he is as they awkwardly waddle as one back to bed. He even throws back the covers, helping him in before climbing over to his own side.

"What's wrong?" Eddie asks when he settles back under the covers, eyebrows furrowing as his eyes glisten with worry.

Steve settles in, curling an arm around him and nuzzling into his neck, shielding himself as tears fall as he tries desperately to blink them away. Eddie's hand finds its way to his hair as he begins the soothing motion of combing his fingers through it.

"Just thinking about my folks," he mumbles, not moving from the safety of the crevice between their pillows and Eddie's neck. They hug each other tighter as Eddie gives the faintest, "oh" like he always did when Steve got like this.

"Steve," Eddie says, voice shaky. "You've got Joanie and me… And the silly cats."

"Where's Meatloaf?" he asks, voice cracking from the lump in his throat. He sniffles and shakes his head at the sheer silliness of prioritising locating the damn cats.

Eddie lolls his head to the side, speaking directly into Steve's ear, "If I can detach myself for a moment, I'll look under the bed."

He reluctantly nods and Eddie swiftly moves away to hang over the bed edge.

"Loafy," he coos and makes kissing noises.

"Here he is," Eddie smiles weakly, presenting the little furball. Meatloaf meows excitedly at the sight of Steve and quickly curls up, tucked in right under the arm he slings back over Eddie.

"Listen to me, sweetie," Eddie whispers, his hand combing through his hair with more purpose now. "Joanie is asleep and we'll wake up fresh as daisies in the morning. Wayne will get here for breakfast. Joanie will absolutely adore her dollhouse and then they'll go out in the snow while you get started on the food. Nance and Rob will be here and soon after so will Max, Lucas and Henderson. It will be a great day like it always is with our family. All of us together... Plus, I’ve got an extra-special present for you this year."

Sensing a teasing smile in his voice, Steve can’t help but laugh, "You say that every year."

"Well, yes. Of course, there’s your super-naughty present but I have something else too," Eddie says, not relenting on the teasing.

"Love you Eds," he says, shifting ever-so-slightly to wipe at his nose with his sweater sleeve.

"I love you, Steve," he replies, kissing his cheek as he begins to pry the hearing aid out of his ear. "Get some sleep, muffin."

#i NEEDED to write some tooth-rotting steddie as girl-dads at some point this month #thinking of writing a sequel where eddie proposes on Christmas night (had to force myself not to start drafting it rn)#in my ficlet about steddie having a daughter i couldn't think of a name then like IMMEDIATELY thought of 'Joanie' after i posted it lol #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #StrangerThingsFestiveFun #trans eddie munson #steddie fic #lily writes a fic #steddie as girl-dads

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strandbuckley · 5 months

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How are the boys in the quartet spending christmas eve and day? Together? Do they take turns going to each others families? I’m so curious!! 🧡🧡

Merry Christmas friend! My gift to you, some very soft quartet verse Christmas content. I hope you enjoy

Cross-posted on Ao3 here

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Splitting holidays between four people is hard, as they’d recently discovered when they finally got their shit together and sat down to plan out Christmas and New Year’s celebrations. There was no physical way they could all be in their home countries and make time for each other during the holidays and going to see each other’s families was out of the question. Max could have gone with Daniel to Australia, but they felt awful leaving the other two back in Monaco without them. Plus, Christmas wouldn’t really feel complete unless they were all together. So they decided to split up the week before Christmas, Max in Holland, Daniel in Australia, Lando in Belgium and Charles home in Monaco.

It was hard for them, being apart, especially with Daniel in a time zone ten hours ahead. Especially when Lando got whiny, bratty, and needy half-way through the five days and Max had to add Daniel to a joint facetime call where they did their best to talk him into a light sub-space and coordinate aftercare through a screen with Daniel fighting to stay awake at 2am, Australia time. Especially when poor Charles called Max sobbing in the middle of the night because he’d had a nightmare and there was nothing he could do other than talk to him gently, praying his distorted voice through tiny phone speakers was enough.

Needless to say, when Max’s plane touched down in Nice the Monday before Christmas, his arms were aching to hold his boys. He was landing the earliest, with Lando’s plan getting in later that afternoon as he’d made a quick pit stop in England to visit Max F. and Daniel joining them late that night.

Charles was already waiting for them at the apartment, which Max knew because he’d texted them with an update on how badly the cats had destroyed their living space while left partially unattended. Only one of Lando’s hoodies and a small potted plant had been sacrificed to their wrath so Max counted it as mostly successful.

Amour: leaving the airport now

Schatje: good. tell them to drive quickly

Amour: patience my love. i’ll see you soon

Max did silently will his driver to navigate the endless Monaco traffic a bit faster, but the poor man was doing the best he could in a sea of luxury cars and confusing intersections. When they finally reached their apartment, Max could have cheered, but restrained himself, instead thanking the man politely and retrieving his bag from the trunk. He was scarcely in the door before he was practically tackled by Charles.

“I missed you so much!” he cried into Max’s shoulder, fingers fisted into his t-shirt like vices.

“I missed you too Charlie,” Max pulled away to kiss his forehead. “How are your mom and brothers?”

“Mama and Lorenzo are doing well. Arthur was dropped from the Ferrari driver academy so it’s been a tough few days.”

“Poor Arthur,” Max tutted sympathetically. “What’s his plan now?”

“To mope for a while I’m sure. Then he’ll pick himself up and get back to work. A season off might do him some good, even if it isn’t what he wants. He puts too much pressure on himself.”

“Sounds like he takes after his big brother.”

“Oh shut up,” Charles batted at his chest lightly. “I laid out some clean clothes for you and put a towel in the warmer. I thought you might like to shower after your flight.”

“Such a sweet boy. Only if you were planning to shower with me.”

“Of course.”

Charles joined him in the shower as promised, even using one of the eucalyptus shower steamers they usually reserved for aftercare showers to relax them more. He insisted on washing Max’s hair, standing slightly on his tiptoes to make sure he got all of the suds out. Max returned the favor, enjoying the small moans and whimpers Charles let out as he scratched and massaged his scalp. Out of the shower, Max toweled him off and covered his body in the scented lotion he loved before bundling him into some sweatpants and one of his own white t-shirts.

“Can we lie in bed for a while?” Charles asked while Max was dressing himself in the clothes the other had put out for him. “I have a week of cuddles to catch up on.”

“Of course schatje.”

They threw back the covers and climbed into bed, resolving to wait there for Lando to return to them. Max had to admit his left arm felt empty without Lando curled into the crook of it, no hair tickling Max’s chin and drool staining his shirt. He wouldn’t feel complete until the four of them were back together, squeezed right into each other’s space where they belonged. Lando had texted that the plane was taking off just as they were getting out of the shower, so Max kept an eye on his plan tracker to have a rough idea of when he’d be arriving. Charles dozed on and off beside him as Max scrolled on his phone and kept an eye on Lando’s flight information, eager for the youngest to join them.

Eventually, he too dozed off, and was woken by the sound of a key turning in the lock and Lando’s gentle voice greeting Jimmy and Sassy.

“We’re in the bedroom,” Max called out to him and he could hear Lando’s eager footsteps headed their way almost immediately.

Lando let out a soft whine as he practically threw himself on top of Max, pressing their bodies as close as he could physically get them.

“Hi baby boy,” Max said, running gentle hands through his messy curls. “How was your flight?”

“Long. I missed you guys so much.”

“We missed you too love. Go shower, then you can join us.”

Lando huffed in annoyance, but did as he was told, taking what might have been the quickest shower of his life so he could rejoin his partners quickly. He settled in on Max’s other side, pushing up his boyfriend's t-shirt to rest his head against his belly. His arm was slung over Max’s waist to curl in the waistband of Charles’s sleep pants and as soon as he got comfortable and still, he was asleep.

They spent the rest of the day in bed, taking short naps, only getting up to use the bathroom and when Max finally convinced them that they needed to eat something for dinner. They threw together something quick from one of Charles’s prepped meals and ate together on the sofa. Lando was allowed to choose the first Christmas movie of the week which was Home Alone. Undoubtedly, they would end up watching it more than once because Daniel also loved the film.

When Daniel finally texted that his plane to Nice was boarding, Max breathed a sigh of relief. Soon, all four of them would be back together. Charles and Lando insisted on waiting up for him, not caring how late it would be, so in order to stay awake, Charles loaded up Disney+ and began a marathon of the “Santa Clause” movies, which Lando was appalled Max had never seen. The end credits were rolling on the second movie when they heard a key in the lock and Daniel shuffled his way into the apartment, stopping briefly to greet Jimmy who was curling around his ankles. He spotted his boys on the couch, Lando in Max’s lap barely able to keep his eyes open and Charles pressed against his side, cuddling with Sassy.

Daniel kicked off his shoes and padded into the living room. He slotted himself behind Max on the couch, tugging all three of them close so he could get his arms around them.

“Hey,” he pressed a soft kiss to Max’s ear and one to Lando’s shoulder.

“Welcome home,” Max murmured.

Lando rolled from Max’s lap and into his, hooking all four limbs around his body like a little koala.

“Missed you Danny,” he grumbled against the skin of his neck.

“I missed you too, baby boy. I missed all of you guys.”

“Can we go back to bed now?” Charles whined, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His hair was sticking up in all directions and Daniel thought he looked like a disgruntled hedgehog.

They made their way back to the bedroom, Lando insisting that he was too tired to walk and Daniel humoring him because he’d missed him so much he didn’t particularly want to let him go anyway. When Daniel returned from his quick shower, there was a spot waiting for him between Lando and Charles. He settled into it, the two younger boys immediately snuggling up to his warmth. He turned his head to kiss Max over where Lando was already snoring between them.

“This is going to be the best Christmas we’ve ever had.”

*****

The days leading up to Christmas were spent decorating the entire apartment. (Well, Charles and Lando were decorating. Daniel and Max were mostly supervising and moving the heavy boxes.) After two days of work, the place looked like Santa’s workshop had thrown up and somehow, Lando had struck a deal with the cats to not be destructive for once because the tree was still standing.

While Lando and Charles were playing Santas’s elves, Max and Daniel braved the city to do last minute gift shopping for the two boys. It was the first time they’d be spending the actual holiday together, so they’d decided to spoil them as much as possible. Their main mission had been to pick up the boys’ surprise gifts. They’d all sent each other wish lists almost a month prior so they all had a vague idea of what they’d be getting from the others, but Max and Daniel had decided to surprise Lando and Charles with bracelets. Daniel had bought Max one of the Cartier love bracelets when they’d been together a year, and Max had gotten Daniel one for his birthday the following year. So they’d decided to purchase one for both Lando and Charles as they were coming up on a year of all four of them being together.

When they returned home, the other two gave them a tour of the now unrecognizable apartment before they snuck away to the bedroom to wrap their gifts and place them under the tree. Lando spent a solid fifteen minutes trying to get Max and Daniel to spoil the surprise, only being deterred by Daniel swatting the back of his thigh and threatening him with a spanking.

Their real celebrations started on Christmas Eve. They began the day with a giant breakfast spread, a tradition of Lando’s from when he was a child. They’d all agreed that nothing they ate this week counted because of the holiday and they would just work harder when they resumed training after the new year. Lando assisted Max with making pancakes and scrambled eggs, while Daniel fried bacon and sausage out on the balcony. Charles was tasked with cutting up fruit and making the yogurt dip Lando’s trainer had sent the recipe over (the only remotely healthy thing part of the spread). They ate on the living room floor, bathed in the glow of Christmas lights with “Elf” playing on the TV in the background.

When their bellies were full, they threw the dishes in the sink and moved on to Daniel’s childhood tradition. They each got to open one gift that was under the tree. The only catch was, Daniel got to pick. He handed the three of them boxes, all the same size but wrapped in different types of paper. When the opened them, they pulled out matching sets of pajamas, covered in tiny christmas trees and formula cars, the color scheme corresponding to their respective teams.

“Where did you find these Daniel?” Max managed to ask through his laughter.

Lando had already started stripping off his clothes to replace them with his papaya pjs.

“I have my ways Maxy, don’t you worry.”

They spent the rest of the afternoon lounging in their apartment, snacking on junk food and taking turns showing each other their favorite Christmas movies. Max even managed to find one of his favorite Dutch movies with English subtitles.

“Hey Max,” Lando murmured.

The younger boy was wrapped in a blanket and snuggled against Max’s side.

“Yeah baby?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too Lando.”

“This is the best Christmas ever.”

“I’m glad.”

When they got ready to start dinner, Lando snuck off to the office to play a few games with Max F. and some of his other friends while the other three cooked.

Charles and Max slaved over Pascale’s bread recipe to have with their Christmas dinner that had been dropped off by Brad, who knew that Max would struggle to make those types of food on his own. Conveniently, there was enough for four. Max assumed that Brad knew, though his trainer had never said anything to him. He made a mental note to send him a text later as a thank you.

Charles wrapped his arms around his waist and pressed a kiss to the back of Max’s neck as he stood at the counter slicing the bread they’d made.

“Looks great,” he commented.

“We did a pretty good job,” Max agreed. He turned in Charles’s arms and gave him a quick kiss. “Will you go tell Lando it’s time to eat?”

Charles nodded and padded off in the direction of the office. He knocked on the door in their secret pattern and waited for Lando to answer.

“Come in!”

Lando was sitting in front of the computer, face lit by the screen, headset half on his head so he could hear Charles.

“Are you muted?’ he murmured, low enough to not be picked up by the mic.

“It’s just Max, you’re safe.”

Charles nodded and made his way into the office fully, pressing a kiss to Lando’s head.

“Dinner is ready.”

“Great, I’m starving.” He turned back to the monitor and tapped a few buttons on his keyboard to turn off the game. “Hey Max, I’m going to eat. I’ll talk to you later.”

From his proximity to Lando’s headset, Charles could vaguely hear his friend’s response, “Alright mate. Have a good night, Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas mate.”

They ate their dinner much in the same way they ate their breakfast, the dim lights of the tree bathing them in a warm, yellow glow.

When their plates were clear and the dishes for the day were clean, Daniel stood and clapped his hands.

“Alright boys, better get to bed early or Santa won’t come.”

They all chuckled at Daniel’s antics but followed the oldest to the bedroom and climbed into bed together.

“Merry Christmas my loves,” Max said when they were settled, wrapped up in each other.

“Merry Christmas,” the other three chorused.

*****

Lando woke them up early the next morning like a little boy, dragging his partners to the living room. The youngest of them had been frothing at the mouth for days, both to open his gifts and give gifts to the other three. They made him sit and wait, the poor boy practically bouncing in his seat as Daniel passed the presents around. They’d set a gift limit, one from each person to the others, to keep the pile of gifts from being bigger than was necessary.

When all of the gifts had been opened, and Daniel scooped up the wrapping paper like a dad, Max snuck off to the bedroom to retrieve their surprise gifts.

“Lando and Charles, we have one more gift for you,” he said, handing each of the boys a wrapped box. “This is from both me and Daniel.”

They slid the ribbons off carefully, pulling off the lids to the boxes to look inside.

Lando gasped when he realized what it was, looking up at them with tears already welling in his eyes.

“Really?” he asked, voice soft.

“Yes really. We wanted you two to have your own.”

“Will you put it on me?”

“Of course.”

Max gently tightened the screws on Lando’s band and Daniel did the same for Charles.

“Does it feel alright?”

“It feels great. Thank you Maxy.”

“You’re welcome Lando.”

He pressed a kiss to the youngest’s head, pulling him in for a tight hug. Lando pulled him down onto the couch for a cuddle and Charles did the same to Daniel. Lando and Charles curled up between them, clinging to their partners. Daniel pressed a kiss to Charles’s head and turned to look at Max.

“I told you, best Christmas ever.”

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