#i hope one day we can go that delirious decorating a tree together (not a christmas tree just a tree in a park or smth)

[0606-hyuck]

a letter to my lover | lee jeno

♡  dear y/n, i’m writing you this letter in the hopes that it gets to you well. our relationship has been tumultuous, that’s for sure, and i thought it was high time i wrote you a letter detailing all the times you said "i love you" that are important to me. 

genre: jeno x reader, fluff, mild angst, supernatural!jeno, angel!jeno

warnings: blood and violence, descriptions of injuries

word count: 1.9K

tagging: the lovely @roses-of-the-moon ♡ @mora134340 + @nct-writers

Dear my beloved Y/N, 

The first time you said “I love you”, you had already saved my life. 

I still remember the day you found me, as clear as the cloudless sky that loomed above us. You were taking a short walk through a hiking trail when we met; the stony path was surrounded by great trees, which you later informed me were pine native to the area. I still remember the look on your face when you found me: beaten, bloodied, and bruised, with my left ankle twisted in between two large roots that protruded from the dirt. You clearly couldn’t believe what you were seeing, if we’re going off of the double take you did - you later told me that you never imagined you would come across a half de-robed young man with feathery wings sticking out of his naked back. 

When I realised you had spotted me, a billion thoughts were flying through my mind. Would you help me? Would you call the authorities to report what you’d just witnessed? Would you even believe what your eyes were showing you? From the moment we met, you knew I was not from this world - hell, the wings were a pretty big give away - but only hesitated for a second before you ran off the path to help me, to make sure there were no other walkers travelling the same track. It would be an understatement to claim I was in a wee bit of a predicament. Considering I was an angel who had just been chased from my world into yours, beaten, and left for dead, life wasn’t really going my way at this point. I was the divine being in this situation, but on that day you were the only angel in the forest. 

Without batting a single eyelash, you rushed over to examine my wounds. The cuts were deep and painful, but ultimately not life-threatening. You mustered all your strength to pull back the roots that enclasped my broken ankle, and, after you had me leaning against you, you threw your jacket over my shoulders to conceal my wings, arguably the only in-tact part of me at this stage. You led me back down the path, and by some god-given miracle we hobbled to your parked car together without encountering another person on the track. You saved my life that day, no questions asked, and for that, Y/N, I will spend the rest of my life trying to pay you back. 

The second time you said “I love you”, I had fallen for you.

The day you found me wounded in the forest, you had taken me back to your apartment where you lived alone. I remember thinking, even in my delirious loss-of-blood state, that your home was so dull and lifeless and there was no way any human could live here and be truly happy. 

You spent the next few weeks virtually gaining a nurse’s certificate of practice with the amount of knowledge you were retaining in order to heal me. Taking me to a hospital was out of the question, given the wings, and so you resorted to healing my cuts, bruises, and bones from the comfort of your old single bed. I remember you were worried that you would end up mistreating a festering wound and I would die alone in your apartment while you were at your day job, but you really had nothing to worry about. 

After six weeks, my body was completely healed, and the home-made splint you fastened around my leg had straightened the bone right out. Of course, I was left with a barely-noticeable limp, one you would only spot if you already knew I had one, but that was to be expected given how mangled it was when you found me. 

The only thing your new-found medical skills were not able to heal was my broken heart. Granted, I didn’t expect you to. Facing the truth that I’d been exiled from the world I had called my home for my whole life by people who believed lies about my past, and having to leave behind friends and family that cared for me was something I was going to have to deal with at some point. It would take years for me to fully accept my new life, although you were there to support me every step of the way. 

When I had physically healed, and informed you I had no idea how to get back home, we both realised the only option for us was to become obligatory roommates. I not only had the good luck of running into possibly the only human who unconditionally accepted what I was, but also one who was in dire need of socialisation and company, too. 

We spent the next few weeks doing this thing you called ‘online shopping’ together, finding furniture and items to decorate our new, shared space with. After our packages had arrived, we found ourselves with a brighter, cosier place we were soon calling our home. And, for the first time since I’d met you, you seemed truly happy.

The third time you said “I love you”, I was giving up my life for you.

By this stage, three years had passed since you had first saved me. Our meeting in the forest felt like eons ago, and we had only grown closer since then. Our apartment had stayed more or less the same since we first decorated it - the only difference was we got rid of your musty single bed in exchange for a larger, softer queen-sized bed, which we spent many long nights together in. We referred to each other as ‘partners’, and we had shared so many feelings, thoughts, and memories together that I couldn’t ever imagine living in a world without you. 

But that was the problem. You were a mere human and I an angel - there would be a time when you would pass and I would find myself alone in a world that was not my own. That’s when I made the decision - I would give up my immortality to live out the rest of my natural life with you. You tried to convince me not to, worried I was giving too much up for our relationship, but my mind was set. And so, my research began. 

When I was a young boy in the celestial plane, I heard rumours about ancient beings who had the power to strip angels of their divinity, leaving them as mortal as any typical human, and cast them away into other worlds. If I could find one of these beings, I could ask them to rid me of my divinity too, and send me back to Earth. Well, that was the plan, anyway. 

I have to give credit where credit is due, Y/N, once you realised I had made my decision, you did your best to help me find a way back home. The library in your town appeared seconds away from falling down, but contained numerous books about mythical creatures and local legends, and you always fetched the ones I needed when I asked. 

I spent months upon months scouring every book and online resource I could find that was even remotely related to angels and the celestial plane. Long nights were consumed by skim reading hundreds of pages of decades old writings, but we eventually found something promising.

Since I was still technically an angel, I retained some of my powers which were vital for me to be able to travel back home. I still remember the last time you held me before I left. You buried your head into my shoulder and left a massive tear stain on my yellow jersey, and you wouldn’t let me go for a solid five minutes. You said you loved me, and I said it back. I had told you I loved you numerous times before this, but this time it was different. 

The ritual I was about to perform was dodgy, at best, and even if I did make it to the celestial plane there was no guarantee I would be able to return. When you held me tight, all that was running through my head was the last few years we’d spent together, the happiest years of my whole life. I couldn’t ever imagine living without you, but that was a reality I was facing - for all we knew, this was the last time we would see each other.

The last time you said “I love you” was yesterday.

You were running late, I had cooked dinner and was waiting for you to arrive, so I phoned you to ask when you would be coming home. You said you were stuck in traffic, which was typical for this new, big city we had moved to, and before you ended the call you told me you loved me. 

Since I had left to terminate my status as an angel, I had managed to successfully convince the divine beings that I had no use for my immortality, and return home to you. Shifting through the worlds was costly on my mind and body, but when I came home and saw the look of pure relief and tears on your face at my safety, it was all worth it. 

Now that I was a regular human and no longer had five-foot long wings sprouting from my back, I could go out in public for the first time in years. The first place you took me was your parents house, where after all these years you could finally introduce me as your boyfriend. Your parents were so lovely, and after we visited them we went to the beach. I’d never seen one before and didn’t know how to swim because we had nothing like this where I was from, but it was one of the best days of my life. 

That was almost a year ago now. I didn’t get to tell you I loved you this morning since I had to leave for work so early, but that was common. My new job as a teacher meant we could afford to move out of our one bedroom apartment to the bright lights of the big city, and finally settle down in our new life together. It seems so long ago since you first said “I love you”, and truthfully, it is, but my love for you has only grown with years gone by.

I’m writing this letter for you because I don’t think I can verbally explain how much you mean to me. No part of me doubts the fact I wouldn’t be alive today if it wasn’t for you stumbling across me all those years ago. I’m on my break at work as I’m writing this letter, and I can’t help but feel like my pocket is a little too heavy. I picked out an engagement ring for you last week, and I plan to give it to you right after I give you this letter. 

No matter how many times I tell you, my words will not be able to convey just how much I love you - but hopefully this ring will. 

Yours, forever and always,

Jeno ♡

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[haunted-by-catholic-guilt]

Christmas Is A Drag Sometimes

“For the last time, I am not ill, I simply stood up to fast.”

Tim hummed, standing up next to Jon, and handing him his cane.

“Alright, then stand up and walk more than ten steps.”

Martin started to say something but was cut off by Jon standing up, and promptly passing out into Tim’s waiting arms.

“Jon!”

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Secret Santa for the lovely Jasper @captaincravatthecapricious

only thing i can think of for TW is Martin thinking about how his childhood christmas' weren't good and his exes possibly being dicks

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It was cold in London.

Jon shivered and pulled his coat tighter, not that it would do much if it wasn’t already.

It was dark and dreary, but it normally was, and the last day of work before the holidays.

Sasha had already left to go and stay with her family for Christmas, being the only person in the archives who celebrate, it was easier to take time off.

Chanukah started the next day, but Tim didn’t typically travel home for it, having taken his holiday time off for Rosh Hashana in October, and Jon didn’t celebrate any winter holidays.

Martin seemed to avoid talking about the holidays.

He pushed open the door to the archives, careful not to slip on the floor, and stepped into his office, ignoring how the squeaking of his shoes made pain stab behind his eyes.

He sat at his desk, setting down his cane and slipping off his coat, before setting to work.

“Statement of Tatsuki Murray, regarding the disappearance of their partner. Original statement given February 5th, 1956. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of The Magnus Institute, London.”

The statement was horrifying, it always was, he didn’t believe them… not really but it was still eerie how some will only record on the tape recorders.

He always ended these statements with a racing heart and a metallic taste on his tongue.

A knock on his door broke him out of his all to common trance and sparing a glance at the clock, it was already noon.

He came in at seven.

“Jon? I know you are in there.”

He sighed, it was Martin, probably concerned about his well-being.

“Come on in.”

God, his throat hurt, had he been coughing?

The door opened slowly, Martin had a cup of steaming tea, and the light of the archives made his hair almost look like a halo on his head.

Not the time for thinking that.

“Jon? Are you alright? I heard you coughing.”

He didn’t remember coughing.

“Uh, yes, Martin I am perfectly fine. Just… tired is all.”

Martin smiled softly, and he probably would’ve set the tea down and left, if Jon’s lungs didn’t decide that would’ve been a good time to revolt.

“Jon that… that doesn’t sound good.”

Jon sighed and took a sip of the tea Martin had sat on his desk, the tall man now wringing his hands together worriedly.

“I’ll be fine, Martin, please finish the follow up on Statement 0121904, as soon as possible.”

Martin frowned and looked at him.

“Alright, Jon, let us know if you need anything, yeah?”

Jon nodded, careful not to move too fast to not activate vertigo he normally got with fevers.

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“Have you seen the boss today, Marto?”

Martin looked up from his work to Tim standing next to his desk and signing at him, they had both been busy that day, not having time for talking.

“I went into his office, didn’t look well.”

Tim hummed, and sat on Martin’s desk, causing the other man to move his tea.

“Hm, he does always get sick around this time of year. What kinda sick?”

Martin thought Jon had looked pale and had a nasty cough.

“Probably just a bad cold or flu, he just needs to rest so he doesn’t make it worse.”

Tim smiled lightly, the kind that made his normally panicking heart calm down for just a moment.

“You worry too much, he’ll be alright…”

He hesitated, looking awkwardly across the room for a moment.

“What are your holiday plans, Martin? You haven’t really mentioned anything and I know you’re not on the best terms with your mum…”

He dragged off, Martin felt his cheeks burn slightly, but he quickly flashed a smile.

“I don't really celebrate Christmas, no need to worry! It’s alright, really.”

Tim smiled back, some more comfortable energy returning to him.

“Alright, if you get lonely at all, you’re welcome to join me for Chanukah one night if you want!”

Martin smiled brightly, it meant a lot that Tim would invite him, he grew up celebrating Christmas, but it had been a while since he had celebrated.

“Thank you, I may just take you up on that one day.”

Just then Jon walked in, leaning heavily on his cane, wearing a loose maxi skirt and a thick woolen sweater with a scarf around his neck.

“Afternoon.”

Tim slid off of Martin’s desk and grabbed a rolling chair, in a no suspecting way, but Martin knew it was for Jon.

“Woah, bossman you look like shit, here, sit.”

He pushed the chair towards Jon, who even more worryingly accepted it.

“I’m fine, you have more important things to worry about than me, like work.”

Tim scoffed and crouched next to Jon, taking the shorter man‘s cane and lightly setting it against a desk so it wouldn’t fall.

Jon looked dizzy, leaning forward and resting his head in his hand, and there was a thin sheen of sweat along his forehead.

“Jon, we’ve talked about this, if you’re sick you need to stay home.”

Jon scoffed and moved back, clearly being hit by vertigo but pretending he didn’t.

“For the last time, I am not ill, I simply stood up to fast.”

Tim hummed, standing up next to Jon, and handing him his cane.

“Alright, then stand up and walk more than ten steps.”

Martin started to say something but was cut off by Jon standing up, and promptly passing out into Tim’s waiting arms.

“Jon!”

Tim lowered them both to the ground, so Jon’s head was cradled in his lap, stroking his hair and wincing at the heat.

“He’s burning up…”

Tim looked at Martin, who had crouched on the ground next to them, and grabbed Jons wrist.

“Boss, you gotta wake up.”

Tim lightly poked the side of Jon’s face, who was beginning to stir.

“T’m? What hap’nd?”

Jon attempted to sit up but Tim held him down, careful not to be too harsh.

“You’re sick boss, passed out in my arms like a damsel in distress.”

Jon made an offending noise, but curled deeper into himself, adjusting slightly and digging his face into the other man's thigh.

“‘m tired”

Jon suddenly was so docile it scared Martin just a little but Tim didn’t seem too surprised by it.

“Alright, let’s get you out of here, hm?”

Jon nodded into his leg, all while Martin looked on confused and astonished.

Tim picked up Jon, setting him back onto the chair, and leaving his cane next to him, before turning to Martin and signing at him.

“Get your stuff, let’s go back to mine.”

Martin was still confused, but nodded, the sudden shift in Jon’s behavior was concerning but Tim didn’t seem too disturbed by it, so he just went with it.

After gathering up his and Tim’s items, the latter man collecting Jon’s outerwear, he quietly stood next to Jon’s sleeping form, studying him in what he hoped was a non-creepy way.

“He looks older than he is.”

Tim was walking in with Jon’s coat, scarf, and hat, as he knelt by the sleeping man to somehow get him into his coat.

“He’s like this when he’s not feeling good after he surpasses the stubborn point, he reached a very clingy and childish point before he shuts down again and is delirious, not fun to deal with, I’m just gonna assume he’s extra tired.”

Martin nodded, and Tim hoisted Jon up into his arms, before motioning for Martin to grab the cane and follow, which he did.

Tim put Jon in the back seat of his car and Jon whined at the loss of contact, leading Tim to look at Martin.

“Why don’t you sit in the back with him? Make sure he doesn’t fall off the seat?”

Martin flushed but fumbled out an affirmative answer and crawling into the back, where Jon immediately curled up into his side, content with some warmth to stop the shivering.

Martin pushed down the feeling in his fluttering heart, but shot Tim a glare at the other man’s own in the rearview mirror.

After the drive, which Martin spent with a burning Jon pressed to his side, they arrived at Tim’s flat and Tim settled Jon onto the couch.

“I’ll be right back, gonna for grab him a change of clothes.”

Martin nodded, and busied himself getting a glass of water for the ill man, and taking off his shoes, feeling somewhat like he was invading.

Tim’s flat was large, but not busily decorated, on a window ledge there was a beautiful menorah, made of what Martin suspected was bronze with candles in it, next to it was a dreidel sitting on top of a stack of cards.

Martin thought about his own home growing up, always bare during the holidays, maybe a small fake Christmas tree, but his mum stopped celebrating after his dad left, leaving him with nothing, but he’d always try and get something nice for her.

He smiled bitterly at the thought of it, and a little brighter at the thought of what was his best experience with Christmas, when the English teacher who he had confided in gave him a small bracelet with the trans flag colors, and a small bag of candy.

He had gotten things from ex-lovers and friends, of course, usually small things and often backhanded things, the most he got from his family ever was a few pounds.

He felt a tear threaten to escape his eye, quickly wiping it away, just as Tim walked in.

“Alright, boss, got you some pajamas you left here, come on, let’s get you changed.”

Jon nodded and Tim wrangled him into the oversized t-shirt and sweatpants, Jon acting as a piece of jello the whole time, hardly helping, but it clearly wasn’t the first time Tim had done this with Jon.

Martin definitely felt like he was intruding at this point, but decided to ignore that sinking feeling.

“Make yourself at home, I’ll get him in bed, and then we can watch some shitty hallmark movies?”

Martin nodded, settling down on the couch.

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Tim and Martin got through one and a half of shitty hallmark movies before they heard something fall in the other room, and saw a tired looking Jon emerge, leaning heavily on the wall.

“What’re you doing up, Jon?”

Tim looked ready to stand up and grab the other man. but hadn’t yet, and the other man shuffled over to the couch, looking exhausted and dizzy.

“Lonely.”

He sat on the couch and curled into a ball on the cushion between Tim and Martin, trying to make himself as small as possible.

“How’re you feeling, Jon?”

Martin kept his voice soft and reached over gently to check Jon’s temperature with his hand.

“Cold ‘n tired, dizzy.”

He was slumped over into a tight ball, and he was shivering fairly violently, so, Martin made an impulse decision he just hoped he wouldn’t regret.

He pulled the pale man closer to him, letting him rest his head on his lap, and running his hand down his shaking arm.

Jon made a content noise and Tim looked on in awe, stifling a laugh at Martin’s very embarrassed and focused face.

“I think he’s due for another round of medicine, and it’s getting close to dinner, I’ll order in something, do you like Thai?”

Martin nodded, smiling gently and keeping quiet, as he was pretty sure Jon had already fallen asleep.

A few minutes later, Tim returned with the medicine and a thermometer for Jon, carefully shaking him awake.

“Hey, boss, you gotta wake up and take this, gotta check your temperature too.”

Jon groaned and pushed himself into Martin’s thigh more, very much not enjoying the idea of being awake.

“I know, come on, get it over with and then you can go back to cuddling Martin.”

Martin blushed, but helped Jon sit up, keeping him propped up while Tim set the thermometer in his mouth.

“Not good, alright, medicine time.”

Jon scrunched his face, but did what Tim asked, and immediately flopped back down onto Martin, who stiffened at the shock, but Jon still seemed content.

Tim laughed and settled back onto the couch, careful not to disturb Jon, and quietly reading the menu to Martin for the restaurant.

After the food arrived, they went back to watching shitty holiday movies, and it was quiet for some time before Jon started to stir again.

He was mumbling something, in Arabic, Martin was fairly sure, but it sounded fairly panicked.

“Jon, you’re okay, wake up you’re okay”

He didn’t wake up, he was sweating and shaking, beginning to thrash violently, in Martin’s arms.

“We gotta get his temperature down.”

Tim stood up, careful not to hit Jon at all, and disappeared down the hall, leaving Martin with the shaking man until he got back, and Martin could hear the bath running from the bathroom.

“Alright, come on boss.”

Tim tried to grab him, but he clung to Martin, gripping his jumper.

“I got you, Jon.”

Martin stood up, still holding Jon, and carefully made his way to the bathroom, gently setting him down on the closed toilet lid.

Tim stepped forward to help Jon out of his clothing, having done this before, and helping Jon into the lukewarm bath, which he did not like, thrashing around more.

“Jon, you gotta stay calm, I know you don’t like it and it’s uncomfortable but we gotta get your temperature down.”

Tim ran his fingers through the sick man’s hair, slick with sweat, and they waited.

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Jon pried open his eyes, he felt sticky and something was on his forehead.

He looked around, realizing this was not his room, it was Tim’s, he was still safe, then.

He was also laying to someone.

He turned his head, his neck cracking loudly, only to realize he was laying on Martin, who was awkwardly positioned, asleep.

Shit.

“Hey, feeling better?”

He looked back at the doorway to see Tim, holding a small tray with some toast, a glass of water, and a blister-pack of pills.

“Wh- what happened?”

His throat was dry, and even just trying to talk triggered a coughing fit, which woke Martin up, and Jon tried to ignore the guilt he felt at that.

Once the coughing fit subsided he felt Martin rubbing his back gently, while Tim sat on the bed next to them.

“You’re sick, brought you back here, me and Martin are wonderful nursemaids, just so you’re aware.”

Jon blushed, accepting the water and pills Tim was handing him.

“You gotta try eating some toast, I know you don’t like eating when you’re sick but you’ve taken too much medication on an empty stomach. Think you’re up for a sports drink?”

Jon nodded, and Tim left to grab one from the fridge.

He really was too good.

He then realized he was still sitting on Martin’s lap.

Fuck.

Martin somehow knew what he was thinking, and shifted slightly, setting Jon on the bed.

“It’s alright, Jon! I don’t mind heh.”

Jon felt his face flush a deep red, before quietly thanking him, just then Tim walked back into the room.

“Alright, alright! Let’s get this party started!!!”

He flopped on the bed next to them, and turned on the TV.

“Really Tim? Polar Express?”

Tim smiled, and Jon let himself relax between his friends

#tma #sickfic #tma sickfic #jon sims has a cane #HoH tim stoker #trans martin blackwood

[lokitrashfan]

A/N: Chapter 5!! it is longer than I intended, but I got lost in the moment, I hope you like it.

Warnings: None, it is mostly a private fluffy moment between Winter and Loki

Summary: Winter shares a private day with Loki

Tag list: (Taglist is open, if you want to be tagged or untagged just ask mee!) @twhiddlestonsstuff @gaitwae @lucywrites02 @fckwkndd @delightfulheartdream

Winter woke up between his arms. Her face was still in his chest, listening to the soft heartbeat. They had stayed together all night sitting on the sofa in the common room. Softly speaking until she drifted to sleep, cuddled in his arms she slept without any dreams. For the first time in months she woke up feeling rested. 

She moved a little and Loki woke up too. For a moment he held her closer, and then releasing her slowly, he felt all the warmth in the world in his chest. How could someone warm him up so much? She was all heat and brightness. Even if her mind was haunted and her heart a stone, she was still good. Winter was the only one to come to him. She was the one he wanted to share all his secrets with. Stupid little mortal that had bewitched his mind and body. 

Winter sat and looked at the man - God- sitting by her. He was really dreamy, with his long black hair and fair eyes. His face was sculpted, all hard edges and strong lines. Everytime she looked at him she could feel her heart beating stronger, trying to escape her ribcage. He was so nice to her. Always helping her, making her coffee and after last night, keeping her secrets. She felt the urge to touch him, to be closer, as if the night spent between his arms was not enough. It would never be enough. 

Loki smiled softly and got up, saying something about coffee. Winter followed him silently to the kitchen, not knowing what to do with herself. “Thank you” She said at last. “Last night you helped me a lot, and I slept without dreams, as you promised”

“It wasn’t me” He said with his back to her, Loki didn’t want to look at her, fearing she would discover his yearning for her in his face. 

“What?” She asked innocently.

“I did nothing with your dreams, I only helped you with the memories, but I did not temper your dreams, I just held you to calm you, but I did not use my powers.”

Winter felt weird. If he had not used his powers to make her nightmares go away, then why did she sleep so well? Maybe it had something to do with her remembering. Maybe it was just that her mind was a bit clearer. But she also had the feeling that Loki was the reason behind it all. 

“So, Valerie” he said her name with caution, expecting her to scream at him for using her real name, “do you want to do something different today, we are still alone”

Winter liked the way her name, her real name sounded in his mouth. She could not stop the thought of hearing him say her name again and again. “I like it when you say my name, as long as we are alone when you do it. But that aside, yes, I want to do something, any idea of what we could do?”

“We could go for a walk, the compound gardens are large, and I think you have been inside all the time you have been living here. Maybe a bit of sun will help you clear your mind.” He felt that, even if she had slept well, her mind was still troubled with lost memories. And he had the urge to spend time with her. He wanted to show her his favourite spot of the gardens, he also wanted to hold her and kiss her, but he knew that was something that would only happen in his mind. And even if they could spend all day together, he would be very careful and avoid touching her. His body still burned after having slept with her in his arms.

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They headed outside, the sun bright against the blue sky, but not as hot as it should be. Even if it was spring, a chilly breeze evolved them. Loki was wearing normal clothes, something he had become used to. In the compound there was no use to his armor or his fancy asgardian robes. He had to admit that midgardian clothes were quite comfortable. He even had put on a jacket that he did not need, but something had told him that maybe Winter would be cold at some point.

Winter on her part had been much more optimistic about the weather when getting dressed. After the shower she had felt really hot and decided to go with just a band t-shirt (that had probably belonged to Stark) and a thin cardigan. She walked happily beside Loki, even if she had no idea where they were headed. 

Loki felt her by his side, even if they were not touching, he could feel the warmth emanating from her. Maybe he was just delirious because his hands were aching for her. He clasped them behind his back to control himself, he could not lose control like this. Something about her sparked something in him, something that he would not give into. He had to control himself with her, even if he desired to touch her and hold her, he would be careful that it did not happen. He was not strong enough to relinquish seeing her at all, he had found a friend and he was not ready to give it up.

“Where are you taking me?” She asked slowly, not sure if he would answer. 

“There is a little spot beside the river, I like going there to read, it is really peaceful.” 

They passed a few trees and there was it, a little clearing by the river, concealed between the trees. Green grass forming a soft bed. There were a few wildflowers too, growing below the trees. The sun illuminated it from above, but the trees formed beautiful shadow patterns in the ground. 

Winter loved it instantaily, it was personal and private, something that seemed to belong to Loki alone, but he decided to share it with her. 

They spent hours there, just watching the river. Sometimes they talked but they mostly stayed silent. Loki read meanwhile Winter inspected the flowers closely. There all her problems seemed to disappear in the clear water of the river. It was a piece of paradise. 

As the sun began its path down the sky, Winter began to feel how the breeze entered her body, freezing her to the bones. Loki softly placed his jacket on her shoulders, smiling to himself when she seemed to disappear in it. 

“I knew it” He said more to himself than to her.

“What did you know?” She said looking at him suspiciously.

“That you would be cold, that’s why I came with a jacket, as if I needed it” He laughed softly.

“You don’t need a jacket because you are a manly man and being cold is beyond you?” She said more amused than annoyed.

“I don’t feel the cold, it’s one of the things about being a frost giant” Loki looked away, suddenly afraid of her reaction. Had no one told her that he was a monster? He knew for sure that someone had told her about his anger issues. 

“What is a frost giant?” She asked.

He would have to show her. He hated showing people his true form. But he had to. Loki had seen her past, her memories, she deserved to see this part of him. Maybe she would accept it with no further questions, but he knew that it was just a fantasy. She would be scared, and she would stop hanging out with him. 

“You know I am from Asgard, but not exactly. I was adopted. My true heritage is Jotunheim. The ice realm. So I am a frost giant. My true form is different from everything you have seen. I don’t feel the cold because my body is always cold. I can do some things too, like freeze things…” He didn’t want to continue, so he let the words die in his throat and looked at her. She did not seem scared… yet.

Slowly, he let his illusion banish. The tips of his hands started to turn blue and Winter let out a small whimper as she looked at the transformation. She was amazed. She clasped her hands to stop herself from touching him. She could sense how this was really important to him. Showing her his true form. He was letting her enter in his most private places. The blue reached his face and she noticed the scars in his skin. If they were scars… It seemed more of an intricate design running and decorating his skin. She was perplexed. She had never seen something so beautiful and strange. 

“Can I touch you?” She asked before she could stop herself form asking suuch a stupid question.

“You want to?” He was more surprised by the question than anything else. How could she be okay with this? She seemed curious, interested. She nodded and he brought himself closer. “Okay”

Winter raised her fingers slowly, going directly to his face, but she stopped before touching him and lowered her hand to his. He was colder than normal. She supposed that his illusion not only changed his appearance, but also his temperature.

Loki closed his eyes, her skin was even warmer if possible. Fire against ice. It was something he had never felt before. No one had burned like her. But he wanted more. He wanted her skin against his, he needed it as if it was the air he breathes.

Her hands explored his arms slowly, touching him as softly as she could. He was cold, but there was something in the touch of his skin that made her fingers tingle. She wanted more. She followed his marks all the way up his arms, to where his shirt occulted them, trying to follow the patterns to his collar, trying to decide how they connected to the marks in his neck. She finally reached his face and she felt like burning, her hands burned in the cold of his skin. Winter continued tracing his marks, stopping shortly in his lips. She wanted to feel his lips in her skin. 

“Valerie” Loki whispered, losing his control with the feel of skin against skin. He slowly encased her hand with his, stopping her movements to softly kiss her fingers, feeling the heat. His cold breath drew a strange sound from her. A surprised, low sigh. She moved her face closer, she wanted to feel it in her own lips. 

“Loki… I…” How could she explain this feeling? Their lips were mere centimetres away, and neither of them wanted to pull away. 

Loki’s phone started ringing then, breaking the spell. The moment was lost and both of them returned to their senses, moving away from each other, letting their hands fall. Loki was back to normal in less than a second, cursing internally as he picked up the damned phone. The Avengers were coming. 

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Crush pt2 - peter parker imagine

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part 2 – an apartment in queens

               The following weeks you found yourself sitting at Peter Parker’s lunch table nearly every day. You slowly got to know him better, understanding his passion for photography, his love for Star Wars, and of course, his obsession with science puns. Alongside him, you also got to know his friends, MJ and Ned. MJ was more laid back and careless than Peter, messy hair and doodling in class, dark humor and straight-to-the-point conversation. She wasn’t like the other girls you knew who liked to gossip about drama or swoon over boys. Instead she talked about true crime and conspiracy theories. Ned was a lot like Peter, minus the anxiety. He was a goofball who enjoyed LEGOs and read comic books and was always excited to announce whatever latest movie just came out or NASA’s newest discovery. His friends were interesting and cool, and you enjoyed hanging out with them a lot too. Of course, they weren’t nearly as charming and polite as Peter was, but you liked the company all the same. MJ was reliable in recommending you good music and Ned in showing you memes he thought you’d appreciate.

               As far as Peter goes, when you weren’t sending silly selfies to each other or texting paragraphs back and forth over the phone, you both made an effort to spend time together at school. Study hall slowly became a regular thing between the two of you. After the dismissal bell rang, you would meet at the cafeteria vending machines to grab snacks, and then spread your textbooks out on a library table and breeze through your homework, sharing jokes and stories about the school day or whatever else was going on in your lives at the time. However, approaching the library that evening, both of you instantly pouted at the notice posted on the door.

               “Closed for SAT prep,” Peter read aloud. “Uh oh.”

               “You’ve got to be kidding me,” you stared at the piece of paper taped to the entrance, letting out a small huff. “We have a test tomorrow and to be completely honest, I haven’t even read the last two chapters yet.”

               “I have,” Peter piped up. “I can fill you in if you want, you can borrow notes.” He turned to face you and narrowed his eyes. “Although it’s not like you to be slacking on an assignment. What’s up?”

               “I’ve just been helping my dad with this uh, this project lately,” you replied. “I’m trying to figure out how to improve computation time through admissible heuristic-”

               “A* yeah,” Peter blurted, recognizing your words, and you paused, thoroughly impressed.

               “Wait! Parker, you’re telling me you know algorithms?” you stood there, jaw still hanging in surprise.

               “Sure, I am a computer geek after all,” he chuckled softly, flexing a humble brag. “I have a bit of experience in computer science, if you ever want a helping hand.”

               “Holy shit,” you blinked, thinking to yourself, as if he couldn’t get any hotter?

               “Anyways, you should really get on those chapters. You know this exam makes up ten percent of our grade for the quarter.” He pauses to think for a moment and then his eyes light up with an idea. “Let’s hang at my place and I can catch you up,” he offers, and you look at him incredulously, practically delirious at this point.

               “Y-you want me to come over?” you raise an eyebrow and he stiffens, hesitant.

               “Uh, I mean, if you’re okay with that,” he explains. “I just thought since the library was closed, you know, we could find a different place to study. It doesn’t have to be my place we can go to a coffee shop or the park or something-”

               “No, no your place sounds perfect,” you insisted, head reeling at the fact that your crush just invited you to their house.

               “Awesome, cause I know a really good pizza place on the way,” he grins and you think you could melt on the spot right there.

               Peter doesn’t live very far from Midtown at all, just a couple transfers. And as far as pizza recommendations go, he knows the very best spot in town. It’s obvious he’s a Queens kid, the way he walks about the city and interacts with the people, it’s like there’s nowhere else he could ever possibly belong. It’s heartwarming, to see the way he talks about his favorite shops and people, pointing out little things like good climbing trees and perfect awnings for being caught in the rain. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he created the city himself, the way he was familiarized with everything. It was impressive.

               Your dad didn’t really let you out of the tower to roam much. Happy usually escorted you around a in a car or he insisted you take a taxi rather than the subway. When you did go out, it was usually in his company, to a fancy party or a conference hall, a five-star restaurant or a prestigious academy. Being raised surrounded with such success and wealth was a blessing, and you were ever grateful for it, but it was times like these when you wondered what it would’ve been like to just be a normal kid. To be able to explore and meet others and know the city as well as Peter does, every little hideout and bodega, the best spot to watch the sunrise or grab a sandwich.

               “Well uh, this is it,” Peter clutched onto the straps of his backpack, giving a nervous smile. “It might not be much, but it’s my home. It’s just me and my Aunt May, she’s the one who pretty much raised me so…” He shrugged and then opened up the door, you being sure to take everything in.

               “Oh my gosh Peter! Hi! How was school today? Oh! And you brought a friend!” a bubbly brunette with glasses greeted both of you, scooping up Peter in a hug, and you instantly knew she must be Aunt May. “Hi dear, I’m Aunt May and you are?”

               “This is y/n, remember?” Peter introduced you and you raised an eyebrow at that last part, noting the way that he must’ve mentioned you to her before. You tried to hide the blush rising to your cheeks.

               “Y/n? Oh yes, how could I forget your-” May paused immediately upon Peter’s terrified eyes and nodded slowly. “Your uh, your?”

               “My friend,” he smiled. “She’s my friend, May.”

               “Right. Awesome,” she looked at you and you could sense her suspicion, that they were hiding something, but you dismissed it and smiled back. “I’m so glad you could come visit today, Miss Y/n! Peter’s told me so much about you.” You looked at Peter and he gave you terrified eyes, making you laugh. “Oh, was I not supposed to say that?” May turned to you and you laughed harder, reassuring her it was just fine, but inside, your head was reeling. Peter had talked to her about you before? You just hoped it was all good things.

               “Anyways… We’re gonna study for our test, so we’ll be in my room. Just knock if you need me,” Peter explained, and to your surprise, grabbed you by the hand and led you down the hall, heart fluttering in your chest every step of the way. He dumped his bookbag on the ground and shut the door, flopping onto his bed, sighing. “Sorry that’s my Aunt May, she can be a little overbearing at times.”

               “No, no, you’re all fine,” you reassured, taking a seat next to him at the edge of his bed. “I get it. My dad can be a lot like that too. Lots of questions and pestering- it’s just cause they care about us, you know.”

               “Yeah, I appreciate that,” Peter smiled softly, leaning up and looking at you, noticing the way you pressed your lips together, waiting to ask something. “What?”

               “You told her about me?” you wondered, and he swallowed nervously, clearly embarrassed.

               “I mean, uh… Yeah. I did…” He paused, staring at the floor. “Is that okay?” he asked, scared. “I mean, I tell Aunt May about everything, she’s sort of my best friend- but not in a weird way, she’s my aunt you know, but-”

               “You’re fine, Peter,” you laughed. “I’m just giving you a hard time.”

               “Oh,” he grew quiet, letting out a soft sigh of relief as you laughed a bit harder, smiling at him. He looked back at you, face reddening, hazel eyes softened. “You have a nice laugh, you know.”

               “Really?” you cocked your head to the side, growing self-conscious. “I always thought it was a bit too obnoxious.”

               “No, it’s genuine,” he shook his head, insisting. “I like it a lot.” He looked down towards his feet and started to pull out some textbooks from his backpack, and you could’ve sworn you heard him mumble. “I could probably listen to it all day.”

               Reading classic English literature was never the most exciting way to pass time, but with Peter, it instantly became your favorite hobby. Both of you impersonated characters and made fun of the old dialect, as well as sprinkled in vine references at every appropriate moment. While writing notes, you doodled cartoons in the margins and decorated them with stickers. It was like hanging out with Peter outside of school made doing school related things much less nerve wracking. It gave you the freedom to be laid back, boisterous, and most of all, handsy. Throughout studying you found yourselves guilty of seeming to find any excuse to touch the other, whether it was poking, tickling, pulling hair, slugging a shoulder, or tugging on a sleeve. At one point, Peter even leaned against your side, resting his head on your shoulder and watching as you scrawled down notes, making your head dizzy.

               A notification went off on Peter’s phone and he sighed, walking over to where it was charged on his desk before staring intently. “Woah,” he held his phone screen up to you with the displayed time. “I didn’t even know it was this late! I’m sorry.”

              “Oh no,” you glanced at your own phone, spotting the several missed calls and texts from your father, sighing. You didn’t want to leave, but you knew you had to. You didn’t want to dig yourself a deeper hole. Shooting your dad a couple texts and asking Happy to come pick you up, you groaned, realizing there was no avoiding explanations on this one. The school library wouldn’t have even been open for study hall at this time if you said you were there. “Shit, I’ve got to go. I’m sorry, Peter.”

              “It’s okay,” he insisted, although you could sense his disappointment too. “Maybe another time?”

              “Definitely,” you grinned. “I think I like hanging here much better than the library. You even have a periodic table up on your wall for reference.”

              “Exactly!” he pointed out, overexcited, and you giggled at his enthusiasm. “The library’s got nothing on us.”

              “It’s a lot quieter in here too,” you added. “Which is ironic, because you’d think a library is the quietest place there is.”

              “Not in a high school it’s not,” Peter shook his head and you laughed alongside him.

              “You got that right,” you agreed.

              Gathering up your things into your bookbag, you joked back and forth with him, until you were about to head out the door and he stopped you, making you freeze. “C-can I ask you something?” he wondered and you stared up at him, wide eyed, nervous. “I’ve sort of been meaning to ask you but I get nervous sometimes and I didn’t know how you’d react but uh-”

              “What’s up, Parker?” you smirked, having a feeling that whatever was about to happen could only lead to something good.

              “Well you see, there’s this dance coming up, next week actually, and me and Ned were talking about it. Um, it’s the homecoming dance. I was wondering, if it’s okay with you, and it can be as friends or maybe more than friends but well, maybe, I was thinking…” he stopped rambling and sighed, looking at you, frustrated and terrified of himself all at the same time. “Would you like to be my date to the homecoming dance next Friday?”

              “Peter-” you stared at him, fireworks exploding in your chest. “Yes! Of course!”

              “Wait, really?” his eyes lit up and you nodded eagerly, dropping your bookbag and rushing up to hug him.

              “Really,” you insisted, wrapping your arms around him. You had never hugged Peter before, but he was warm and comfy and he smelled like fabric softener. You buried your face into his shoulder, squeezing tight, muffling your giggles. Both of you pulled back and he was smiling ear to ear, you as well. “I wish I could stay longer, but um, I’ll be sure to shoot you a text when I get home.”

              “For sure,” he kept smiling at you like a fool, and you couldn’t say anything because you bet you probably looked the exact same.

              Waving goodbye to Aunt May and closing the door behind you, you took a step before instantly hearing Peter excitedly ramble on to his aunt. “I asked the question May- the one to the dance. And she said yes! She said yes, holy shit- I’m gonna need a suit. And a corsage. Where do you even get a corsage?”

              “Woah, slow down there, kiddo,” Aunt May chuckled. Trying not to eavesdrop any longer, your entire face flushed, heart fluttering, fuzzy feeling enveloping you as you walked down the hall. You were falling for Peter Parker. And you were falling hard.

              The car ride home with Happy was pretty quiet, and you knew you were going to get another talking to, you could just feel it. It wasn’t that you were purposely trying to be rebellious or anything, sometimes you just genuinely lost track of time. It was easy to be distracted when you were with someone like Peter. Your attention seemed to effortlessly gravitate towards him, you couldn’t even help it yourself. Making your way up to the elevator, half of you was still buzzing with excitement from your night at Peter’s, but the other half was dreading the rest of the night to come dealing with the repercussions from your dad.

              “It’s nine o’clock, y/n. Where in the hell were you? And don’t even start with study hall,” your dad folded his arms, already exhausted.

              “I went over to a friend’s house to study,” you explained. “I’m sorry, I lost track of the time and I just-”

              “Was it a boy?” he looked at you, narrowing his eyes from behind his glasses and you sighed. “The boy?”

              “What does it matter?” you whined.

              “It matters because you’re the type of girl to get into trouble,” he argued and you did a doubletake, offended.

              “Excuse me?” you stared at him. “I get perfect grades, dad! I’m on the honor roll! And you think that I’m going to get myself into trouble?”

              “You’re my daughter, y/n. There’s no way in hell that you aren’t,” he shook his head. Tony sighed, looking you up and down, and then pursed his lips. “Does he treat you right at least? This boy?”

              “Y-yeah,” you blushed, nodding, slowly feeling your agitation fade away. “He’s really sweet.”

              “Is he smart?”

              “Super smart. He competes in the decathlon, dad. Plus he literally studies computer programming for fun.”

              “So he’s a giant nerd.”

              “No! Okay, maybe. But he’s a cute nerd.”

              “Alright, alright,” Tony nodded slowly. “So are you two dating or is this a crush type situation?”

              “He asked me to the homecoming dance,” you told him, blushing furiously just at the thought of Peter Parker in a suit and tie, hair gelled back, swaying with you on the dance floor.

              “I better get around to meeting this kid then,” he insisted. “If he’s inviting you over and going to the dance with you and all.”

              “I’m sure you will, dad,” you smiled sweetly. “The dance is coming up soon and he’s obviously going to pick me up so, you can have a couple words with him then. He’ll be dressed up and everything, it’ll make a good impression.”

              “Right, right,” he laughed. “Well just be careful, alright? I can’t have my daughter’s heart getting broken out here. He should know he’s messing with Iron Man’s daughter, I’ll kick his ass if he ever wrongs you.”

              “I know, dad,” you rolled your eyes, giving him a big hug. “But I think we’re safe with this one. He’s a really good guy. I can feel it.”

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[gustafsnightangel]

Shattered Lives Ch 28 Pt 1

She woke sprawled out over him, her head on his chest, legs straddling his thigh. Her man was dead to the world, his arm around her, the other above his head, the leg she wasn’t currently occupying bent at a ninety degree angle, the covers tangled around them. She shifted carefully to rest her head on her elbow to watch him sleep, he didn’t so much as twitch.

“Sweet man.” She murmured softly, her fingers caressing his scalp tenderly. He was exhausted, emotionally done, the past few days had drained him. “I’m so in love with you.” She murmured laying there as the sunrise streaked the sky above the bed with pinks and peaches content to watch him sleep. She smiled at the gentle rise and fall of that massive chest, his giant frame resting at peace, a small measure of peace he’d fought hard to obtain.

Her thoughts drifted to their future, a life together raising four kids, what she’d asked from him last night. She felt lighter this morning, the relief he’d given her by saying he’d help. That soul crushing weight that had been pressing on her for over a year wasn’t completely gone, but it had become manageable. She knew she could trust him to help her, to support her and the kids when they needed it. Part of her still carried the guilt for even having to admit she’d needed help, she was an adult and supposed to be able to handle this. She chewed on it, how would they divide up their time, their lives, it was a learning curve for both of them and she was worried it would eventually be too much for him. How long before he grew tired of it and walked away? She banished that thought, it was a mindset she didn’t want to get into, an idea she definitely didn’t want to entertain.

She wasn’t ready for her birthday, mentally or emotionally. Looking at Gustaf’s sleeping form she felt her heart sink, she knew he’d organized something with the kids but in all honestly she didn’t want it. Didn’t want the fanfare, the attention, the happy smiles and well wishes, because she felt anything but happy. It wasn’t just losing her sibling, it was losing her twin, and nobody understood how that felt. No one could fully grasp the twin connection and the bond that runs deeper than DNA. She missed it, that connection they had even when they were miles apart. It was like Quinn had taken part of her soul with him when he left. This wide chasm of nothing, would it ever be whole again, she wondered? Would she ever be whole again, heal from it?

Her thoughts started snowballing from there, she had Christmas to get through. They had a Christmas tree to put up, to decorate, and meeting his family seemed so overwhelming. Her hand stilled as he shifted, his arm tightening around her making her smile.

“Stopthinking.” He slurred, his head turning enough to kiss her head and snuffle against hair. Her light chuckle causing him to crack an eye open and frown. “Whassofunny?” He mumbled.

“You are.” She stretched up to kiss him, erotically sinful and scrambling his sleep addled brain before it had even had the chance to comprehend it was morning, that he was awake, and that he had a naked woman in his bed. “You’re adorable when you just wake up.”

“Adorable?” His huff told her he wasn’t happy about that sentiment and giggled. “Imnotadorable.” He mumbled into the pillow.

“Oh but you are love.” She said, humor thick in her voice. Her hand cupped his cheek and she gently coaxed him out from face planting in the pillow to kiss him. “Adorable and sweet.” She teased, grinning at his huff as he chastely kissed her and buried his reddening face in the pillow again. “My sweet adorable handsome man.” He glared at her with one eye and she couldn’t contain the grin, she was enjoying this, so was he.

“Only to you love.” He said sarcastically and pulled her in tightly kissing those lips he craved every waking moment. “You romantic sap.” He grinned.

“I am for you. I’m not very good at it but I ...” His mouth claimed hers slowly, that lingering kiss that spoke of so much love. “Illegal.” She sighed out all dreamy.

“Mmm. Still gonna do it.” He breathed and kissed her again. He snuggled her in and melted into the mattress, pinning her to it. It was the perfect morning, one he wanted to lay there and savor. He’d told her he loved her, an accomplishment considering the emotional shit he’d been through. “Go back to sleep.” He murmured half drifting. “No more thinking.”

“You’re still adorable.” She muttered and smiled at his dramatic sigh.

“You divulge that to another living soul and there will be repercussions.” He said quietly into the pillow, his tone a cross between deadly serious and playful.

“Mmmm.” She nibbled her bottom lip and waited for his eyes to snap to hers, her grin playful.

“That’s a dangerous game to play love.” He growled, his thumb freeing her poor tormented lip. “Especially after last night.” He gripped her chin and brought her lips to his slowly before kissing her in much the same fashion. “I love the taste of you.” He murmured, dropping lazy kisses over her jaw and down her throat. She crumpled, he had that effect on her, his touch, his kiss, turned her all gooey.

That clever mouth teased hers, those eyes of ocean blue seductively drawing her under his spell. A sly smirk touched his lips as he cupped a breast gently and lowered his mouth to her nipple sucking it in his hot mouth. His hand raked the sheet from her body, the slow descent of it eliciting sweet moans from her mouth as he touched her.

Settling between her thighs he rested them over his shoulders and took her apart with agonizing patients. He feasted, tongue tasting, fingers gently caressing, taking his time to gradually pull her release from deep within her. Keeping her teetering on the edge he stroked a finger over her entrance, alternating it with his tongue. He’d lost himself to the beautiful task at hand, his woman in delirious ecstasy at his touch.

He hummed his approval as he slipped two digits inside her slowly and she arched off the bed, a soft cry from her lips. As he unraveled her he felt those slender fingers search for his, the need to feel him, connect with him. He entwined his fingers with hers as her other hand dove between her legs to caress his scalp urging him to take more. He sent her over the edge, hips grinding against his face as she bucked and writhed, that beautiful cry of his name as she came.

He kissed his way up her body as she caught her breath, chest heaving. Looking down into those soulful eyes he slipped inside her. Cupping his face in her hands she kissed him as his slow deep thrust buried him to his hilt. She kept him there as he started to move, the closeness, the tender gasps between them falling from their lips.

With her deliciously pinned under him he plunged. Each thrust he bottomed out, the erotic feeling of filling her so completely making him groan in pleasure. He held her against him tightly, their bodies moving as one, the closeness heightening their arousal.

“Sildie.” He breathed as her lips took his, the deep kiss making him groan and thrust harder. She whimpered as his pace quickened, both close and desperate for release.

Her kiss took him under as she came, that delightful cry into his mouth, her body thrashing under him. He devoured her lips as her pussy gripped him like a velvet vice, hips pistoning. A groan filled her ears as he came, the pulse of his cock filling her with his seed. Kissing her hard he prolonged their pleasure, each thrust deep causing her to tremble against him.

“God Sildie.” He breathed and kissed her tenderly as their chests heaved to force air into their lungs. “You’re so beautiful.” His eyes locked onto hers and she saw the love in them. “I love waking up with you.” Her light laugh and smile lit up his world. He loved seeing her this relaxed. That smile just for him. He kissed her fiercely. “I’m so in love with you.” His voice thick with emotion.

“My sweet man.” She smiled kissing him slowly, lingering to let her emotions calm down or he’d have her in tears. “I love you too.”

He rolled taking her with him and snuggled her in, his fingers raking through her hair softly. “So, what shall we do today?”

“You mean apart from fucking each other senseless?” She giggled.

“I’m game if you are.” He chuckled and kissed her as she stretched up to look at him.

“I’d like to to that walk you talked about Friday. Maybe soak in the hot tub after?” Her finger trailed his jaw. With all the emotional upheaval he’d gone through the past few days it was good to see him relaxed. His guard was down, those walls that kept the world at arms length demolished.

“I like the sound of that.” He kissed her tenderly. “Go for a walk in the cold.” His kiss deepened. “Then I can warm you up in the hot tub.” He growled, nipping her bottom lip playfully.

“Breakfast first though, I’m hungry.” She kissed him sweetly and went to rise, his arms caging her to him. “And I’ll get it. Don’t argue.” She said sternly pointing a finger at him. “I want to make you breakfast in bed.” He loosened his grip, he wasn’t going to fight her on it. He had to compromise. They still had a lot to work out and he’d bend for her just as she was bending for him.

“Ok.” He shrugged. Her smile was everything as she scrambled out of bed, pulled her robe on hastily and walked to the kitchen, his light chuckle in her wake.

He watched the clouds drift overhead, his mind at ease and energized. His thoughts drifted to their lives together. They were still in the early stages of their relationship but he felt they were on the right course. Slow and steady, she had a ton of grief to get through, so did the kids. He wasn’t out of the woods with Ana yet either but his mental state was better than it had been in months.

His ultimate plan was getting her through her birthday and Christmas, and have her moved in with him by the time he left for his next shoot. A plan he hoped wouldn’t spiral her anxiety out of control. The thought of twelve weeks away from her made him anxious, and he banished it from his mind for now. They’d get through it together, and probably better than the six week separation they’d endured a month or so ago. It would be difficult for all of them. At least he’d lanced Ana out of his life, out on of his soul. Sildie hadn’t given up on him, she’d fought for him, along side him. That healed a part inside of him that had long been broken.

His smile split across his face as he heard her in the kitchen, the soft jazz drifting through the cabin and the sound of her humming along. He got up to use the bathroom and stopped at the doorway to watch her, dancing around cooking, not a care in the world. He silently grabbed his phone, stood behind the wall so if she turned she wouldn’t see him, and hit the record button. He got a good ten minutes of that carefree woman before his bladder gave him the ultimatum, pee or die in a world of pain. That video would keep him sane when he was away, just being able to hear and see her happy, a rare grief free moment.

Pulling on his sweats he stoked the fire in the bedroom and sat on the window seat with the chunky throw draped over his lap. It was a sunny day out, the puffs of white clouds making their way lazily across the sky. He thought about asking her to move in with him, her hesitation at leaving her apartment. He could see the logic in it, more space, everyone under one roof, but he knew she’d see it as a hit to her independence. A blow to her pride of being the provider for the kids, he’d have to work on that before Wednesday or she’d turn him down flat.

She’d worked hard for that apartment, everything she’d provided for the kids and he didn’t want to tarnish that. He couldn’t ask for a quick answer, he knew her well enough now that she liked to chew things over. Give it time, he thought honestly, you can’t rush her with something so life changing.

His thoughts slipped to her birthday. There would be grief not just from Sildie but from the kids too. It was going to be a rough day and he hoped he hadn’t made it harder with his gift to her. His mind wandered, chewing and spitting things out as he sat and stared out the window.

She texted the kids while the pancakes were cooking, sent a few photos of the stunning view. Alice sent one back of the kids around the table eating breakfast, lots of smiles and silly faces. Brendan had so much to tell her when she got back and told her not to worry about them they were having a blast. Uncle Bill would be over again today and was prepared for retaliation from his ass whooping yesterday. A tear slipped free, Gustaf would never fully understand what he’d given the teen by taking on Brendan’s burden. He’d set the kid free and she loved him more for it. She was still feeling guilty for dumping all that on the kids shoulders to begin with, but in all honesty she hadn’t realized she’d been leaning on him so much.

She headed into the room with the tray and smiled. Her heart melted at the sight of him. That massive lanky body folded up on the window seat, lost in thought, relaxed, bare chest just waiting for her to snuggle into. Sitting the tray on the bed she discreetly snapped a few photos, he looked so peaceful she wanted to preserve the moment, to have something to remember when he was away for long periods of time.

Placing the tray on the window seat she stroked her knuckles down his scruff, his sharp inhale telling her he was miles away in his own head. “No more thinking love.” She said gently and smiled, his chuckle sheepish as she’d caught him doing the one thing he’d told her not to do this weekend. Those eyes, she thought as she gazed into them, she drowned in them every time.

His hands travelled up the back of her legs and under her robe as he pulled her closer, his mouth capturing hers in a tender kiss. “Sorry.” He mumbled, her fingers stroking his scruff. “I was far away.”

“Yes you were. Happy thoughts?”

“Mostly.” He smiled and kissed her sweetly, squeezing her ass. “Thank you.” He said kissing her tenderly. “For not giving up on me.” He murmured and he couldn’t keep his eyes from brimming with tears.

Her heart broke at his words. “Sweet man, I’ll never give up on you.” Her tone soft as her hands cupped his face. She brushed away the tears that fell silently and kissed him, soft, loving. “I love you.”

He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, the residual emotions from last night still swimming in his head. Holding him to her she stroked a hand along his shoulders and down his spine, anything to soothe, to heal.

“Fuck I’m sorry.” He said huffing a chuckle. “Apparently I’m still a fucking mess.” She tilted his head back and his eyes met hers.

“Mess or not I still love you.” Her kiss was tender. “It’ll take time, you’re healing too.” He scrubbed a hand over his face and nodded.

“God we’re a pair aren’t we?” He said trying to lighten the mood.

“I’m proud of you.” She said gently, her thumb grazing the crows feet she adored. “You’ve worked so hard to get past her, to deal with what she was, what she did. You’re allowed to be a mess over it love.”

“I love you.” He choked. “So much.” He kissed her between tears, between sobs that threatened to undo him all over again.

She cradled his head to her chest and soothed as he wept, the sobs although gut wrenching, not as destructive as last night. He would heal, just like her he would heal, slowly and with as much love as she could give him.

“This looks really good.” He said pulling away and forcing his emotions back down, wanting to change the subject of what was on his mind as he looked at the stacks of pancakes and fresh fruit piled high on plates. He turned her slightly and pulled her into his lap, lips teasing a spot at her throat, her scent calming the tensing edges of raw emotion.

She kissed him sweetly, eyes searching to see if he was ok. She’d let him shut it down, they would deal with the fallout again another time, it was inevitable. “Eat.” She said softly and poured the tea as he rested a plate of pancakes on his knee and rolled the fruit into it like a burrito. Her giggle made him smile. “That’s one way to eat them.”

“My other hand is currently occupied.” He murmured as that hand slipped into her robe to gently palm a breast. He dipped his fruit pancake into the maple syrup and ate, his hum of approval making her smile. “Almost as sweet as you.” He said softly, his fingers stroking a nipple. “You’re still my favorite dessert.” He growled and gently bit down on the pulse at her neck causing a delightful shiver to run over her body.

They both ate, the meal also consisting of soft nibbles and tender kisses to sensitive skin. She turned her head to face him, those slender fingers caressing his chin. Leaning in slowly she kissed him, one of those ones that was nothing short of earth shattering for him. “You missed a bit.” She murmured, her tone sultry as her thumb wiped the syrup from his scruff.

He caught her by the wrist as she went to pull her hand away and sucked her thumb into his mouth without his eyes leaving hers. Her breath quickened as his tongue swirled over her thumb and the hint of maple syrup that coated it. The action was so erotic she could feel her pussy clench and throb for him.

He released her thumb, the slow action of him taking it out of his mouth making her a wet, quivering mess. “That’s mine.” He purred, gripping her chin gently. His kiss was electric, the sudden overwhelming need for him to fuck her surged up. “Finish your tea.” He breathed as he ghosted her lips, the knowing smirk tugging at his. He knew exactly what this did to her, the trembling mess in his lap confirmed it.

“I’m finished.” She managed to say as those lips continued to tease her. How could he make her come apart like this, she wondered?

He looked down at the half empty cup and grinned against her jaw. “You still have some left.” He murmured, his soft hum of contentment causing her to wilt into him as he found that one spot below her ear and sucked on it gently. His low chuckle made her blush. “Sit up and drink your tea. I haven’t teased you enough yet.” That tone made her pussy gush.

“I can’t function when you touch me like that.” She mumbled, shocked she could actually string words together to form a coherent sentence.

“I know.” He growled and savaged her mouth, the kiss rendering all thought in her head to cease. “Finish your tea.”

He watched her hand pick up the cup, the slight tremble of arousal still thrumming through her making it shake. Waiting for her to finish and set the cup down his finger circled her nipple, the torturous digit making her quiver. He sipped from his own cup as his thumb and finger pinched her hardened bud gently. With a soft gasp she leaned back into him.

“I have a need for you before we go for a walk.” His tone that low gravely growl she loved.

There was no rush to take her, he liked building her up to the point of madness. He sat there, hands endlessly moving, fingers erotically enticing. The way she came alive at his touch was enough to arouse him into a frenzy, those delicate sighs and moans tumbling from her lips in a beautiful symphony.

His touch whipped her body into a fever of need, she couldn’t have him touch her enough. Turning in his arms she kissed him, hot and hungry lips devouring his. She tugged at his sweats releasing his erection, his groan into her mouth as she palmed him making her smirk. She’d turned the tables on him as her hands cupped his head, that mouth on his, a hunger he knew well. Straddling him he felt her heat brush against his shaft.

“I need you.” Her voice was breathless, full of desire to have him inside her. “Please.”

He didn’t make her wait. His own need suddenly ravenous. Raking the robe from her shoulders he nipped her neck, a hand cupping a breast as she positioned his tip at her entrance. Frantic hands slipped under her robe and gripped her hips as he pulled her onto him burying his cock deep. He groaned into her neck, nipping and sucking gently.

“Fuck Sildie.” He murmured as she started to ride him, her lips ghosting his with a sly smile.

It was rough and fast, hands frantic in their search for purchase, for pleasure. The need to touch, to fuck. Her body shuddered as she took him deep, her not so quiet cry of ecstasy as he brushed against her secret places swallowed as he kissed her hard. Her orgasm crashed through her, no warning, no chance of holding it back. She dropped her hips onto him harder, the slight bounce bottoming him out and making her climax crest again.

She took him with her this time, the sheer euphoria engulfing them both. He held her to him tightly, panting, chests heaving. Her kiss was tender as her fingers caressed his jaw and the longer scruff he’d been growing out.

“I can’t get enough of you.” She murmured before kissing him, that mind blowing kiss that rocked him to the core.

“The feeling is very mutual love.” He kissed her tenderly, those ice blue eyes twinkling mischievously at him. Slipping her robe back over her shoulders he kissed her, slow and sensual, he loved the taste of her.

“Go get dressed.” She said as she climbed off him and took the dishes to the kitchen, the sashay of her hips making him groan. By the time she’d washed everything he had dressed for their walk.

“Your turn, I’ll make some lunch to take with us.” He said kissing her hair as an arm wrapped around her waist. “We can have a picnic.”

“I like the sound of that.” She turned in his arms, those soulful eyes different today. They were relaxed, happy, the sight made her smile. “I love you.” She said tenderly, it was still so new to her that it sometimes sounded hesitant. That smile she thought, that smile when she said that to him was all she needed.

“And I love you.” He rested his forehead against hers. “So much.” His lips brushed hers with tenderness, with love. “I’m still getting used to it all.” He smiled with a shy chuckle.

“Me too. It’s strange but comfortable.” She kissed him sweetly.

“I’m sure it’ll get easier, at least I hope it will.” His fingers raked through her hair gently before his mouth took hers. “Go get dressed before I have to strip off again and make you walk funny.”

Her chuckle made him grin, he loved seeing her relaxed. Mission accomplished for this weekend, he thought silently. He only hoped it was enough to get her through her birthday. He released his hold on her and watched her walk to the bedroom, the sway in those hips making his cock twitch.

With Sildie dressed, lunch and snacks packed, Gustaf helped her into a pair of snowshoes and handed her the poles. They set off on the marked hiking trail, through the grove of trees at the back of the cabin, and along the ridge of the hill, complete with a snow pack of about six feet. He glanced back every so often to see if she was ok and caught her staring at his ass, the wicked grin making him chuckle.

“Perv.” He scoffed and then laughed as the snowball hit him in the back.

“It’s such a sexy view and what’s a girl to do when you put it right there?” She scoffed dramatically, his laugh only widened her grin. “And those thighs.” She muttered to herself and groaned at the thought of her hands all over them.

Around half and hour later they crested the second ridge and the sight was incredible. The lake spread out like a carpet of crystal, the snow capped trees, and the looming mountain in the distance.

“Wow!” The sight took her breath away. “It’s stunning.”

“It’s a gorgeous view, even more so with you in it.” He leaned over to kiss her temple. “Happy birthday.” He whispered softly. His arm came around her bundling her in close so she couldn’t pull away. “I’ll give you the world Sildie.” He kissed her brow and held her. “One breathtaking view at a time.”

She couldn’t help the tears, between his words and their significance she had no hope. He took off his glove and wiped her tears away before kissing her sweetly.

“Thank you.” She sniffed. “It’s stunning.” She chuckled and looked around wiping more tears away. He knew her so well. She wasn’t one for fancy, expensive gifts. Anyone could buy her something. He’d thought about what this place would mean to her, the connection they would have here, the peace it would bring her. Space, freedom, peace, time to start healing.

“Go explore, take some photos and I’ll setup our picnic.” He kissed her, that sweet kiss that spoke of the deep love he had for her before pulling away and walking further along the ridge.

She watched him go, the smile spreading across her face. She was so damn happy with him. Sure they’d had disagreements, but at the core of it he was her missing piece. Someone she could depend on, share the ups and downs, love her for who she was, grief and all. Taking out her phone she snapped a few photos and sent them to the kids. They would love it up here.

Her thoughts switched to what she had yet to ask him as she wandered the deep snow, soaking in everything Mother Nature was willing to give her. Something more to add to his plate, she just hoped it wasn’t too much. She was concerned, as she’d already asked so much from him this weekend, but she had to know, she had to be sure. And more importantly, she had to protect the kids.

He gave her some space as he set up their picnic, he knew this would floor her, knew it would be emotional. Watching her closely he could see the wheels turning in that wicked smart brain of hers, chewing over everything. The woman never stopped.

The slight tug at her hand snapped her out of her thoughts and his gaze was one of concern.

“You ok?” His light peck to her temple making her smile.

“Yeah, sorry, just thinking.” She squeezed his hand and let it drop.

“You’re always thinking.” His chuckle made her smile, he had a point. “Come sit with me.” He took her hand and led her to where he’d setup their picnic. “At least it’s warmer out today.”

“No snow today?”

“There’s more in the forecast this afternoon. We’ll have to eat and get back before it settles in.” He pointed off to the east where the dark grey clouds were lurking in the distance.

She sat and he knew something was bothering her. Body language was the first tell, the change in her emotions the second. It was more than just the happy birthday. He sat behind her and pulled her close, the need to feel her with him, grounding him.

“What is it love?” He asked as he took his glove off to pick up his sandwich.

“What’s what?”

He chuckled, she was in her own mind again. “What are you chewing over?”

“It’s nothing, and I’ve already asked enough from you this weekend.” She said softly, her gaze fixed on the spectacular view in front of them.

“Sildie.” He breathed out. She could be frustrating as hell sometimes, he thought.

“No, it’s fine, really.” She picked at her sandwich not really hungry with the anxiety swimming in her gut.

“Ask me, please.” He wasn’t sure what this was about but it was important to her. “Please love.” He added when she fell silent. He kissed her jaw and waited. Her eyes found his and he saw the apprehension.

“Just Tuesday with the car got me thinking.” She started and he squeezed her gently. How did she even ask him this? “It hammered a point home that I should have thought about earlier and now realize I should do something about it as soon as possible.” She stared into the distance and let the tears come, she couldn’t hold them back anyway. “Enduring Power of Attorney.” She said softly. “If something happens to me the kids have no one.” She blurted out, the sob catching her by surprise as her breath whooshed out.

“They have me, love.” He said gently. “They’ll always have me.” He kissed her neck and held her tighter not really sure of where this was going.

“Not legally.” Her huff more at her tears than at him as she tried to scrub them away, irritated that she’d let them fall in the first place. “If something happens to me they go to the next living relative which would be Dana’s family, or if they don’t want them, foster care. There’s no one left on my side to take them.” He turned her so he could see her face. “And I can’t let the kids go to her family, it would destroy them, but I don’t have any other choice unless... unless they come to you.” She was almost blubbering.

He could see the anguish on her face, feel it in her body, the uncertainty of their future should something happen to her. “You want me to take them?” His heart lurched into his throat, the food in his belly suddenly threatening to expel itself rather forcefully. Was he up for that? Could he take them on if something happened to her? Fuck, there’s a thought he didn’t ever want to think about.

“I need to ask you if you’re ok with it. It’s ok if you’re not, I’ll understand and make other arrangements, but I need them to have somewhere to go if someth...” He kissed her tenderly, anything to stop her working herself up any further, anything to silence the grief in her voice.

The thought of raising four kids on his own was terrifying. Without Sildie, could he do it? Could he be the person they needed without her there to help, to support him? The worst case scenarios went through his head at lightning speed, Dana’s family, or foster care. The thought of them being separated made him feel sick inside, the thought of them in the hands of addicts made him almost vomit. The kids didn’t deserve either of those options. Was a former addict any better he wondered? There was only one possible answer.

“Look at me.” He said gently and hooked a finger under her chin and waited for her red rimmed eyes to find his. “Yes.” Her sob strangled her at his answer. “I’ll always be there for you and for the kids Sildie, you know that.”

“But this is so much more.” She choked. “And I feel so fucking guilty for asking you. Having no other option but to ask you.”

“It is more, but my answer is still yes.” He wiped her tears away and kissed her gently. “It’ll always be yes. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you love, do for them.”

“I know you would keep them safe, and they love you.” She sniffed. “I just hate having to ask you for all of this. It’s too much and I shouldn’t have brought it up. I’m sorry forget it.” She said quickly, feeling stupid for piling more of her crap on the man. He kissed her sweetly.

“I won’t forget it.” He said gently. “And it’s not too much, it’s life Sildie. You’re trying to keep the kids safe, ensure they have a future if something happens to you. Which is your job, that’s what a guardian is. It’s your job to cover all your bases to keep them safe. You can ask me for anything love.” He tucked the wisp of hair back under the edge of her beanie and stroked his knuckles over her tear stained cheeks. “I’ll help, any way I can.” Leaning his head against hers she let out a shuddered breath and he felt her relax.

“It’s so much more though.” She swiped the tears away. “After everything I’ve been through I know what you’d be faced with and I hate having to ask you to take it on, but I have no one else I trust.” His arms wrapped around her tightly and pulled her to him. She was wrecked, she’d fallen apart on him, again. One day she hoped she’d never have to feel this emotional stress. When, she thought, when would this get easier?

“It’ll be fine love, together, you and me.” He murmured and just held her.

“I’m sorry. I sort of ruined our picnic.” She huffed, her voice raw.

“Nothing’s ruined. Nothing could ever be ruined when you’re here with me.” He kissed her head and picked up the thermos of tea, pouring a cup for her she stayed curled into him.

“I just want this to stop hurting so much.” Her voice barely a whisper.

“It will love, give it time. Here.” He said handing her the tea, kissing her temple and lingering, breathing her in. “Drink and relax. Together love.”

“You’ll let me know if it’s too much?” She asked, her bottom lip still trembling.

“I will, but you should know by now I’ll never abandon the kids, Sildie. Ever.” Sure it had been a shock when she’d asked, the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind, but he’d do anything for her, and move more than mountains for those kids. He’d fight for them as vehemently as she would. There would be more to figure out once they got home but he’d do whatever he had to to keep them safe.

He let her have the quiet, the tranquility this moment in time could give her. He fed her small bits of food knowing she rarely ate when she was upset, her appetite long gone. She finished her tea and curled up with him, her gaze locked on the vastness of the view. Peace and silence greeted her.

“You know how I said yesterday that I’d like to come here every year?” She said softly, changing the subject to try not to slip into the darkness that wanted to consume her.

“Mmmmm.” His tone warmed her heart. A tone that conveyed more love than he probably realized.

“I’d like it to be this cabin. Just us, the start of our memories, building happy ones.” She said quietly.

“I think we can arrange that.” He kissed her brow just below the beanie.

“I love you Gustaf.” She said tenderly. “I want this to be the place we escape to, to reconnect when we’re both losing touch with each other or life in general. When we’re stressed, when we just need to hit the pause button on life, when the world gets too loud.”

“Sildie I’ll buy you the damn place if that’s what you need.” His tone serious, there was nothing that he wouldn’t do to see her happy.

“No.” She chuckled. “I just want to be able to come here and remember that this was where you said me you love me.” She looked at him and huffed as her blush started to rise. “And I’m being a stupid sentimental fool. You think it’s silly.”

“Not silly.” He said gently. “Your heart and soul is so akin to mine it’s astounding. I’d like this place to be our tradition. Every year, the weekend before your birthday.” He kissed her, the slow sweetness that soothed and warmed her soul. “I love you.” He murmured, his lips brushing her jaw.

“I love you too.”

They sat and ate the chocolate chip cookies he’d stashed away, her appetite slowly coming back, watching the sky change from brilliant blue to stormy grey.

“We’d better head back. Snow’s coming.” He said pointing off to the east, the haze of white heading toward them with the dark grey behind it looked rather threatening. “We can soak in the hot tub, in the snow.” He chuckled as she looked at him like he was crazy.

“I’ve never done that before.” She said honestly.

“Really?” He was a little shocked since she’d grown up here.

“I’ve lived a pretty sheltered life.” She scoffed.

“Yes you have, we’re about to change that.” He grinned. “You’ll love it.”

They packed up the picnic, bellies full, containers empty. Pulling her to her feet Gustaf held her against him and kissed her, that slow seduction and a promise of more.

“Mmmm you taste good.” He growled and she felt her belly tighten.

“One more photo before we go, to send to the kids.” She said softly, her eyes brighter now than earlier. They huddled together with the view in the background and she snapped the photo. Gustaf had his on video and insisted on nuzzling his cold nose into her neck causing her to laugh. He never got tired of hearing that carefree laugh, genuine happiness.

“Why do you always put it on video?” She asked as she put her pack on.

“Because I love hearing you laugh, and when I’m away I can’t snuggle you or hear that laugh. It reminds me what you smell like, what you sound like, what you feel like.” His answer was so simple it knocked the wind out of her. “I’m slowly getting a collection so I’ll have some when I’m away next.” Which was going to absolutely kill him, twelve weeks was a long ass time.

“My sweet man.” She said softly and kissed him.

“Only you love.” He said and pocketed his phone. “I played the one from the day in the snow on an endless loop when I was away for those six long weeks. It kept me sane. I’m going to need more with this next one.”

His sentiment floored her. Videos of her, the kids, him and Lily on their birthday. She had a sudden idea and needed to talk to Brendan who was the computer whiz. It was the perfect Christmas present.

With the storm slowly marching toward them they headed back the way they came, the sky darkening as they went. By the time the cabin was in sight the snow was starting to fall.

“I think we left just in time.” She said kicking her boots off and tapping them together to dislodge the snow before sitting them just inside the door.

“We did, another twenty minutes and we might not have been able to find our way back.”

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[iphoenixrising]

How d’you think everyone’s favorite threesome in the Doctor!universe would spent Christmas? Or perhaps just Christmas Eve, if they go to the manor for the big day? -🐉

Aww, hi babe!

Hm, we’re going to talk a minute about Dr!Tim? You know, after a bit of thought, I think Tim’s first Christmas after finding a vigilante on his fire escape bleeding out would have probably started out awful. 

Let’s say he’s usually the one to work Christmas Eve and into Christmas Day whenever he could during his time learning under Tony Stark before he started his Residency in Gotham. 

He didn’t have Stephanie and Layla or anyone else but Tony, really, so it was fine for him to take shifts so people with families could be off with the ones they loved. 

Once he got to Gotham and met back up with Steph and pretty much became Uncle Timmy to Layla, he only took Christmas Eve or Christmas Day off when they weren’t out of town visiting with Steph’s mom. The years Layla’s dad has her, they run the Gauntlet together, and work until they’re sleep-deprived and delirious, laughing at crazy things while they stumble to Steph’s house to pass the fuck out for twelve hours or Tim’s penthouse to binge some boring nature show.

But last year Layla’s dad had her, so this year, his girls are off to Metropolis, waving at him out the back window. Steph offered a place for him, but he knows her mom’s place will be cramped as is, so he just watches them go with his heart in his throat, and no shift at Mercy General to keep him up and moving.

I think he spends Christmas Eve wearing the ugly sweater Layla got him, something crazy playing on Netflix completely un-Christmas related because he doesn’t really have good memories of the holiday, not even from when his parents were alive. 

(One year, Mrs. Mac stopped by to check on him and bring him cookies, gave him a hug and a pat on the head before she left to be with her daughter and grandchildren. When he was really young, he can remember laying on his mother’s lap with the tree glowing gently, opening presents with them there, watching and laughing. The next year, they were on a dig somewhere exotic, just like the year after and the year after that until they were just gone, never coming back this time...)

So, he plans to keep himself busy and ignore all the movies and decorations, ignore the warmth and family and togetherness. He’s going to bury himself in research and tech articles, write on one of his articles for a medical journal, maybe hang out in his lab down the hall for a few hours, just let Christmas–

–go on without him.

The knock on his window at three a.m. is jarring, shocking because the city has been silent for hours at this point. 

The second round is enough to make him stand up off the couch, wander closer to the window with squished brows, probably bleary eyed from staring at the screen for too long (probably also from those old memories rearing up). 

When he moves the curtains, and those whiteouts are right there, he eeps and almost falls on his ass.

The window is nudged up by a gloved hand, Nightwing hanging upside down with a Santa cap somehow staying on his head when he swings in without hesitation.

“Timmy! Are you okay?! Geeze, I’m sorry. I didn’t even think you’d be awake at this time of night.”

“Wazzat, Big Wing? Got Timmers with that old trick?” Hood is right on his heels, calves wrapped around the wrought iron fire escape, the Elf hat probably on the helmet with double-sided sticky tape. 

“Wh–?” Wide-eyed, looking from Nightwing to the Red Hood peeking in at him, he’s pretty much at a loss. 

“We came to see if you were home! You weren’t working at Mercy tonight.”

“Sides, it’s Christmas, ya feel me, Baby Bird?”

Hood tosses a small sack inside before he’s through the window just that fast, he and Big Wing offering hands down to their sometimes personal physician.

“Oh, I mean, I tried to sign up for a shift, but the Chief of Staff said I couldn’t work another double,” he shrugs and wearily lays his hands in gloved ones, imagining the warmth of palms against his, lets them pull him to his feet.

“Mmhm,” Hood hums as he and N pull their doc to his feet, looks him over critically. “Looks like ya been up long enough,” the free hand thumbs the dark circles under his eyes.

The doctor quirks a brow at them, “well, let me at least make you some coffee before you have to go back out in the cold. Does anyone in the class have any potentially fatal injuries you’d like to tell me about before I have a whole lot of unconscious vigilante on my couch?”

Both vigilantes obligingly hold up their hands and turn in small circles to show off no punctures in the suits or injuries he can see. Nightwing is grinning softly at him and Hood gives him a thumbs up in an all good here. 

They follow him to the kitchen, exchanging a glance after his back is turned, wondering where the Christmas Tree is, or decorations, at least. There’s only one sad little construction paper wreath on the end table by the door made by Layla, but that’s...it. 

Gauntlets and gloves come off, helmet and holsters on the back of a chair while the coffee perks and Tim moves around his kitchen, talking idly about doing some research before bed, fervently hoping they don’t ask him the hard questions.

But, of course, Tim doesn’t talk much about his past with anyone, not even Ives and Steph, prefers to just keep moving forward instead of looking back. He might be a little more compromised tonight than usual, and pours coffee with a slightly trembling hand.

It might be the night Nightwing and Hood start taking more of a shine to their doctor than they should, considering how close to danger he is just by helping them when the injuries are bad and they’re in a bind. It might be how he obviously has no one to be with on Christmas, how he doesn’t have anyone to celebrate with, to decorate for, to have presents wrapped up, or leftovers from a good dinner in his fridge. 

They’re detectives and the story is right there in every inch of the penthouse, in Tim’s awful sweater and pj pants, his slightly red eyes, the way he won’t really meet their eyes when they talk about the quiet night in the city because of the holiday. 

They stay with him until dawn, drinking coffee and juice, watching awful fails on YouTube, waiting until Tim’s finally tired enough to pass out on the couch between them. 

And dawn is just peeking on the horizon when Nightwing gently carries the doctor to bed, Hood pulling the sheets back, maybe lightly touching Tim’s hair before covering him back up. 

The two ease out of the room and close the door behind them.

When Tim wakes up the next night, Christmas Day will be over in a few hours, and he’s grateful because the world can finally go back to normal. Steph and Layla will be back, and the Gauntlet will be waiting for them to try saving Gotham in their own way. Nightwing and Hood will get beat-up fighting the good fight and at least come to him when they need to. Robin will still tt at him, Tony will visit soon to just remind Tim he’s making awful life choices. Lucas will ride his ass about how much he works and Ives will be his safe haven. The world will somehow balance out again. 

He won’t get stuck like this next year, just make sure he’s always on the schedule when his people have other places to go. 

But when he finally pulls himself out of bed, gets his feet under him to stumble in and try finding something to eat in his kitchen, his gaze falls on something sparkly sitting on his bedside table. Something vaguely square and wrapped in crazy black and yellow paper with little bat signals on them, the ribbons Robin red and green.

He’ll gasp softly, his heart leaping into his throat, blink once, and then blink again.

The package is still there.

He tentatively touch the box with trembling fingertips, pull it against his chest, hold on a little too tightly with his eyes wet and a laugh on his face at the utter absurdity of it.

But damn if it doesn’t give him the strength to get his legs under him, and fucking stand.

(Jay and Dick don’t find out until next year that Tim never opened the present, wanted to keep it just like that since he hadn’t gotten gifts from anyone but Steph, Layla, and Ives in years. It comes out the next year when they drag him to the Manor for a few hours before riding back to the penthouse to meet up with Steph and Layla, when there’s a massive tree decorated with stacks of presents underneath. When his place has lights strung up all around and cut-out snowflakes from Batgirl, when the ornaments are Nightwing blue and Robin red, Jay and Dick drug him to Hobby Lobby to pick out. When the special one with three snowmen labeled Dick, Jay, Tim is right in the middle surrounded by Layla’s nutcracker, Dami’s picture one from school, and Lian’s ballerina. Steph managed to get a few picture of the three of them together wearing Santa hats and the picture is framed on the end table. 

When they get home that night, cuddling on the sofa a year later, watching It’s a Wonderful Life and drinking eggnog Alfred sent with them, Jay will ask why he never used the little gift they left him last year. And Tim will get a little pink in the face when he admits he never opened it, he just put it away with his other good memories, not wanting to spoil the magic.

That earns him soft kisses and more cuddles since Dick is literally a cuddle machine, and Jay finds it so easy to fit their little boyfriend under his chin. 

They’re on either side of him when he finally brings the box after some digging, and pulls out the bow.

The small device fits in the palm of his hand, easily fits in his doctor’s bag.

“A comm, in case you ever needed to contact us,” Dick tells him with a kiss to his temple.

“We started takin’ a shine ta ya, Baby. Thought ya might use it when we don’t come ta ya, you feel me?”

“Oh,” and he has to clear his throat, his voice a little wavery, his eyes a little hot. “That’s...even back then?”

“Merry Christmas, Timmy,” Dick replies gently in answer, palming the back of his neck. 

“Merry Christmas, Sweets,” Jay’s deft fingers move the comm to thread their fingers together and hold on.

“Merry Christmas,” he chokes, face buried in Jay’s neck, squished between them while the lights from the tree glow and the warmth in his chest is so beautifully, perfectly fragile. 

It’s certainly the best Christmas ever.)

#winter rambles #dr!tim #some sad but happy ending #pre and post relationship #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #dickjaytim

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Libraries

@digital-paint

Despite his lack of eyes, David Blindman had never had a problem seeing. His precognition had started working in overdrive when his father had his eyes gouged out. But he wasn’t bitter. Eyes were never Necessary as the Serpent told him. 

Everything was laid out before him, a tremor-sense map he could navigate with greater ease every day. And with the Black Queen’s battle training, he slowly grew more and more confident over the weeks. A confidence he had never had before.

 It wasn’t perfect, but it was good enough. And as the Serpent said, Good enough is just as good as perfect.

 Serpent Lessons aside, David wished his precognition was perfect. It was an awful experience preparing for something, only to be blindsided by the  unexpected. This was becoming the case more and more frequently as the days wound down into midsummer, the bright sun burning in the sky above his little chunk of the Library. The room was pleasantly warm, the feeling of being buried beneath a dozen blankets suffusing his lean body.

 The arched ceiling were supported by wooden buttresses, rising grandly to a large, circular window, decorated with blue and white stained glass. Trees could be vaguely seen beyond it, moving gently in some wind that may or may not exist. It really didn’t matter in the end. The place felt like home.

 That was why he felt so perturbed, a grave-chill sinuously creeping up and down his spine as he walked through the endless stacks of books. The normal comfort of sunlight and dust-motes was gone, replaced with an oppressive silence. His hand gently ran over the rough grip of the stiletto knife tucked safely in the line of his frock coat, ready to be whipped out at a moments notice. For his precognition tingled slightly, a sense that usually predicted a fight with someone or fucking.

 For all the world, he hoped it was the second.

 Either way, he still whipped out the knife at the sound of an errant footstep behind him, barely perceptible in the vast library. With as much grace as he could afford, he whirled and forced the knife into the most likely location of the unknown person’s neck.

 His arm was effortlessly grabbed, a strong right arm gripping his hand with enough force to prompt the knife to fall from his hands. Suddenly, a mouth was right besides his ear, whispering wickedly:

 “Now now, We wouldn’t want that little knife to do anything it might regret?” The voice was sly and filled with mirth, a silver-tongued lilt that caressed his mind. And it was familiar.

 David immediately relaxed, shoulders slumping as the voice chuckled lightheartedly. The hand let go of his arm and reached down to pick the stiletto up from the ground.

 David gratefully accepted the stiletto and placed a kiss on the Ambassador’s face, his boyfriend’s cheeks heating ever-so-slightly.

 “It’s good to have you back too Darling.” David said, hands slipping together.

 “I had some spare time and wanted to visit my favorite boyfriend.”

 “Oh c’mon. All of your boyfriends are your favorite. Speaking of which, how is Tyren?” David placed another kiss near the base of Four’s neck, the O5 leaning into the brief touch.

 “He’s better. Better than last week. We’ll both have to get together at some time.” Four pulled David closer, grinding against David’s semi-hard cock.

 “Darling, are we really doing this here?” David asked, a blush rising in his cheeks.

 ”You’re right. I have a nice little suite in the Bahamas we could go to. Or a cabin in Canada. I imagine both would be to your liking.”

 “Sure, lets do the Suite. C’mon, let’s be off.” He stepped into the Ways with Four, walked several feet, and stepped out. His precognition told him that the room was opulent, grand in all the right places. A massive bed was framed by floor-to-ceiling windows that filled the room with natural light.

 Turning, David pushed Four down onto the bed, his hands divesting Four with practiced ease.

 “Why do you wear so many layers?” David said exasperatedly.

 “Says Mr. Frock-Coat. You’re one to talk about layers.” Four was quickly silenced by David’s lips on his, tongue licking into his mouth.

 “Dumbass.”

 “Darling~” David smirked, all but ripping Four’s jeans off.

 “Do you have any lube on you?” David asked, cocking his head as Four only laughed.

 “I took some time to, ah, prepare myself before I came over. Hope you don’t mind~” He said, his playful tone curling around his voice like cigarette smoke.

 David pulled down his khakis as Four rolled over onto his stomach, pushing his ass back against his still-clothed erection.

 “Patience, Darling.”

 “To hell with patience. It never got me anywhere.”

 “It got you with me, didn’t it?” David said softly, pulling his boxer’s off. Four was about to reply when David’s cock lined up with his ass, pushing in.

 Four collapsed against the pillows, eyes rolling back as his boyfriend’s thick cock filled up his ass.

 “There we go. Good boy. You feel so fucking good around my cock~” David could feel Four nod franticly and push back even harder on his dick. Four was especially needy in bed, always desiring a closeness that even Nalka magics had trouble recreating.

 By the time David was close to cumming, Four was delirious, and David could feel his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he stroked Four’s face.

 “Oh god! David! I fu- I- hhhrrrnng” He cast his head back as he finally came, walls clenching hard around David’s cock, trying for all it was worth to milk every drop of cum from his cock. “I love you!” He screamed as David finally came, spilling deep inside his boyfriend.

 The afterglow was the second-best part to seeing Four drunk on his cock, the Overseer nuzzling into his neck and shoulder.

 “How long do you think this can last?” Four asked, voice coming out of the blue and shattering the post-coital stillness.

 “What do you mean?”

 “How long until one of your superiors or the Council catches wind of this? It’s a massive security breach. I could be censured, and god knows what the Hand would do to you.” David sighed softly and turned Four’s face to him.

 “My love, tell me: Have you ever told me any workings of the Foundation?”

 “Well, no, but-”

 “Have I told you how the Hand functions?” He ran a hand down Four’s cheek, the beginning of tears rubbing off in his hands. “No. I haven’t. You have nothing to worry about. From the way you speak about them, the Council seems rather accepting. And the Hand barely cares. So don’t worry. All the gods of heaven and hell couldn’t keep us apart.”

 “T-thank you. I’m just… Scared.” He scooted closer, nestling further into him.

 “Oh, my poor Ambassador. You’re safe. You always will be.”

  Even without eyes, David could feel the radiant smile

#SCP Foundation #david blindman #o5-4 #the ambassador #the bf collective #sfw #nsf/w #I like this ship #i'll call it #Opposites Attract

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Merry Christmas, @NikoleStilinski24!

Dear @nikolestilinski24,

You asked for Online Dating and Misunderstandings or Alive Hale Family Christmas with kids. I chose to do Alive Hale Family Christmas and Kids since I absolutely suck at writing the kind of witty dialogues you need to create a credible online persona lol. I don’t know if this is as fun as you wanted it to be but I hope you like it! Merry Christmas!

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5 times Stiles started a Christmas tradition with the Hales + 1 time he didn’t have to

One: Movie and Hot Chocolate

Stiles had known about the Hales. It was impossible not to when you lived in Beacon Hills. Cora had been his classmate, Laura had babysitted him a few times when his mother was ill, Daniel had been a the top scorer at his favourite game at the arcade and 18 year old Derek Hale had been the one that made 12 year old Stiles realise he liked boys too but this was the first time he had seen so many of them together.

A few months back Derek had returned from New York after completing his Masters and opened a bookstore. Stiles had not thought Derek could get any more attractive but the sweater wearing, tea drinking, bespectacled Derek that had greeted him had been way more attractive than the kind but cocky jock young Stiles had had a crush on. A few deliriously happy months and some wonderful dates later and Stiles was attending his first Hale family Christmas.

It was kind of intimidating to see Derek’s immediate family, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents and what seemed like dozens of kids under one roof but the house was warm and smelled like gingerbread cookies and he could feel Derek's arms around him as they cuddled on the couch.

Derek kissed him on top of his head and whispered, “You okay?”

“I’m great. So how long have you been doing this for?”

“Oh forever. Granma Hale started it when Mom was born. I think the gingerbread cookies started when Cora was born though.”

“Dad and I watch Die Hard on Christmas.”

Stiles knew Derek’s stance on Die Hard not being a Christmas movie and enjoyed the way his nose scrunched. “We can do that tomorrow if you want.” Derek said finally.

“No need to get so excited about it honey.”

Derek kissed him again, “I don’t care what we watch as long as it’s together”

Cora who had been silent until now despite sitting next to them gave them a dirty look and said, “Not all of us are lucky enough to have someone to cuddle with this Christmas. Maybe you should shut up before I barf all over you.”

Stiles snickered and cuddled closer to Derek. He was feeling pretty lucky tonight. It wasn’t something he had done before but he was sure he’d enjoy watching It’s a wonderful life and drinking hot chocolate every Christmas Eve with the Hales.

Two: Full Moon Run

The Hale house was a flurry of activity when Stiles got there. He waved at Talia who was standing outside directing the people putting decorations all over the lawn.

“Hey Talia” Stiles said and hugged her. She kissed his cheek and smiled at him fondly.

“Hi honey. I’m glad you’re here. Laura and Derek are trying to bake a cake.”

“Together?” Stiles said suddenly feeling a little scared. Laura and Derek while decent bakers on their own, were an absolute disaster when they tried to do it together. Both of them had a pretty mean competitive streak and were never satisfied with each other’s process while baking.

Talia shuddered a little. “Yes. James is keeping a watch but maybe you should be there too.”

“I will. Dad is coming over to help out with the grill after his shift.”

“That’s great. I haven’t seen the Sheriff in so long!”

Stiles walked into the kitchen and could feel how tense the atmosphere was. James, Laura’s husband winked at him and mimed slicing his neck. Stiles stifled a chuckle and went and wrapped his arms around Derek. “Happy Christmas Full Moon” He said and kissed Derek’s cheek.

He could feel the tension drain out of Derek as he laughed and gave himself an imaginary pat on the back. “It’s not called that.”

“Why not? The only reason you have a party along with a run this full moon is because it’s Christmas time. That’s the perfect name” Stiles said exaggeratedly.

“Whatever you say babe. Laura, I’m not baking anymore. I need to show Stiles around.”

“At least come up with a believable lie DerBear. Stiles has been coming to the house for years, I’m pretty sure he knows where everything is.” Laura said as she made a face at Derek.

“Okay then. I missed my fiancé because he’s been working a lot the past few days and I’d like to go and make out with him now.”

“Fiancé” Stiles sighed, “I don’t think I’m getting tired of hearing that anytime soon.”

“Wait till I start calling you husband.” Derek said and kissed him. Stiles kissed him back and moved his fingers to Derek’s hair.

“Hey! Take that out of my kitchen. You’re contaminating the cake.” Laura shouted.

Stiles laughed and followed Derek out into the yard. Hours later they were lying next to the bonfire watching the kids run around. “I could get used to this” Stiles said as he ran his fingers through Derek who was currently a wolf. Derek woofed and licked his cheek.

Three: Our own tree

One of the things Stiles loved most about Derek was how he could always surprise Stiles. If anyone had told him that Derek Hale who hated crowds and preferred staying at home and watching a movie instead of going out for dinner would navigate him expertly through the crowds in Target two weeks before Christmas he never would have believed them.

They’d gotten married this summer and giving presents together or signing Stilinski-Hale on cards was a novelty he didn’t want to get used to anytime soon. Derek was holding his hand and scanning the aisles for items from the gift list they’d made together. Stiles was pretty sure he had a sappy smile on his face as he looked at his husband but he couldn’t help himself.

It took him a moment to realise they weren’t walking anymore and he saw that Derek was standing in front of an aisle full of ornaments.

“Hey” Stiles said as he nudged Derek. “I thought we weren’t getting a tree of our own”

“Maybe we should.” Derek looked a little nervous when he turned towards him. “I know we go to my parents house for the holidays but I want one with you. A tree we can add ornaments to every year. Something to decorate with the kids.”

“Kids? Getting a little too excited aren’t you Mr. Hale?” Stiles said teasingly.

“Mr. Stilinski-Hale” Derek corrected him and pinched his nose. “So? What do you think? Do you want to?”

“I think I hit the lottery when I walked into that book store years ago.” He said smiling softly. “Let’s get the tree and the ornaments but I’d like some more time to keep you to myself. Maybe we’ll have a kid when we come shopping in a few years”

“Maybe we will” Derek said and kissed him.

Four: Matching Pajamas

The past two years had been one of the hardest of Stiles life. He had always known he wanted kids but with the high probability of transferring his mom’s disease genetically he had also been pretty sure he would adopt. With Derek being a werewolf and looking forward to teaching his kids all the wolfy things he knew it was a surprise to everyone but the two of them when it took them no time to decide to go for surrogacy using Derek’s sperm.

Finding a woman in the know who would keep the kid safe was a different game altogether but after months of searching they’d found a werewolf from Satomi’s pack who was willing to be their surrogate. The months that followed that decision had been exhilarating and terrifying and the only reason Stiles hadn’t had a nervous breakdown was because Talia had been with them every step of the way.

As Stiles sat next to the Christmas Tree with six month old Jasper Hale in his arms he knew all of it had been worth it. Jasper had been born with a strong set of lungs and a dense sets of eyebrows that left no doubt as to who his father was.

He felt more than saw Derek sit next to him and leaned into his husband of 5 years. “John came to the store today.”

“Did he need something?”

“No, he left a package. Said he saw in the store last weekend and thought of us.”

Stiles wiggled excitedly, “Open it then!”

Derek laughed and started opening the package carefully. Stiles knew from past experiences that no amount of needling would get him to just tear the wrapper off so he settled for showing his impatience through his body language.

“Matching pajamas?” He said when he saw the opened box.

“There’s one for Jasper too” Derek said and then started laughing, “Here look at this”. There were two pajama sets and a onesie. All three of them had bear motifs over them with a patch saying ‘Bear Bottom’ on the butt.

“This looks nice. I wonder if we can find any wolf themed ones.”

“We’ll look for some next year.” Derek said and hugged him and Jasper tightly.

Five: Missing loved ones

For as long as he could remember Stiles had been reading the Polar Express every Christmas Eve. It happened when his dad was working nights and only his mom was there to read to him, when his mom died and his dad made sure he took some time out every 24th to read it with him, when he started dating Derek and they spent an hour cuddled together before bed as Stiles read to him and it kept happening even when Jasper was born.

Stiles was pretty sure he cried every time he read it ever since his mom had died but neither his Dad or Derek called him out on it and until now Jasper had been too young to notice how bittersweet it was to continue something even when the one who started it was not there.

This was their first Christmas with Sophie, a ten year old werewolf that had come into the Hale territory when on the run from hunters. Her pack was dead and her mother had asked her to hide and run as fought the hunters alone to buy her some time. It had taken months for her to feel safe but Stiles was glad to see her coming out of her shell recently. It was good for Jasper too who had recently turned six.

They’d had dinner and were sitting in the lounge when Jasper came in running with the book and thrust it in Stiles hand. “Read it, Papa.” He demanded with the trademark Hale pout on his face.

Stiles knew his heart had done something weird when his three wolves looked at him with concerned expressions. He opened the book and was about to start reading when Sophie said. “You have to read the message at the beginning too.”

Stiles felt Derek squeeze his hand and gave him a small smile. “Dear Mischief, You’re the most magical thing that happened to me. Remember to keep believing if you want to hear the bells. Love, Mama.”

By the time he finished the book Stiles could feel the tears running down his face. “It’s nice that your mommy left you a story to read every year”, he heard Sophie say and felt like crying all over again. He cleared his throat and put his arms around Sophie, “Why don’t you tell me a story about your mommy?”

“And then you’ll tell me about yours? And Daddy too.”

“You’ve met my mom honey. But I’ll tell you about my Dad.” Derek said as he ran his fingers through Jasper’s hair.

“I don’t have a mommy. But I have two daddies so it’s okay.” Jasper said suddenly. They had talked to him about different types of families before he’d started school, Stiles was glad the lesson was sticking.

“I’ll start. So you know grandma’s name was Claudia. She was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen…”

“Better than Lydia Martin?” Derek smiled teasingly and raised his eyebrow.

Stiles gasped and then laughed. “Of course. But don’t tell her that! Now shh, I’m talking.”

And every year since just after Polar Express they talk about the people they wish they were sharing Christmas with.

+ (plus) One time he didn’t have to

Stiles woke up feeling overheated. He was pretty sure the sun hadn’t risen and his face was smushed into Derek’s chest. Opening his eyes he saw Sean lying next to Derek and Jasper and Sophie cuddled next to Stiles. All of them were fast asleep.

He had no idea when it had started but for the past few years he had been waking up with his whole family next to him on the bed. Derek believed it was because they were werewolves but Stiles was pretty sure it started because Sophie was quite attached to them and where she went, her brothers followed.

It felt nice, Stiles decided as he walked to the bathroom. With two of the pups being teenagers now, tempers were high more often than not in the house but it was a comfort knowing the kids would be there on Christmas mornings even if they had been arguing the night before. At least they would be until Sophie went to college in two years, something Stiles didn’t want to think about right now.

He freshened up and stared at his family. They had been pretty content with 2 kids but one day Isaac who worked for child services had found a werepup who had been left outside the fire station and a few weeks and favours later, Sean Stilinski-Hale was the newest member of their family.

Derek who now a bit of grey in his beard and hair still made Stiles just as giddy as he had when he was a young werewolf running around playing basketball. Some days Stiles couldn’t believe what a wonderful life this man had given him. He placed a soft kiss on the pups and Derek and climbed back into bed. Derek pulled him closer and kissed his forehead.

“If I didn’t know you I’d think the way you were staring at us was creepy.” Derek said in a deep sleepy voice that sent tingles down Stiles’ spine.

“I’m feeling very content right now so I won’t react to that comment” Stiles said and heard his voice catch a little.

Derek immediately looked concerned. “Hey, you okay?”

“I’m great” Stiles said. “I couldn’t be better. Merry Christmas baby.”

Derek smiled and kissed him deeply. “Merry Christmas. Love you.

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