#snow you outdid yourself as always!!

[feuer-bluete]

Its karaoke night for the Avengers and someone can't help but being cheesy as fuck. Tho I guess when you are a guy in a flying armor, there surely is nothing to keep him from getting to his babe.

I had the idea for the comic while listening to this song one time to many and the amazing @snowzapped captured my idea perfectly as always <3

#tony stark #marvel #steve rogers #stony #stevetony #iron man #superhusbands #captain america #commission #snowzapped #look at my perfect boys #I just love them so much #snow you outdid yourself as always!! #the fucking flip phone #the other avengers are there i promised #they just vanish to the background when you got the love googles on :D

[liveyun]

𝐓 𝐎 𝐍 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓 — KSJ.

title : tonight

pairing. seokjin x female reader (oc)

genre. fluff , students au , romance

w. love at the first sight(?) ; oc is struggling a lot ; foul language ; some mentions of stalking (no one is stalking) ; dad jokes ; softness <3

wc. ≤ 4k

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You've never ever been so excited to go to the school cafeteria before until one day you noticed him.

Those games were always boring to you, only if your friends didn't force you to join in. Backing off while your brain scrambles to think of an excuse when your back suddenly hits a firm and muscular back as you spin back, in slight shock, those broad shoulders never leaving your sight. That person was visibly taller as he turned to you with the same, hurried air, flurries of apologies coming out through splutters.

“I’m-I’m so sorry,—”

His friends swarm around his shoulders, petting him with short praises and yells. That feeling in your stomach was immaculate. At that exact moment your breath hitches in your throat and you momentarily forget what is breathing. Your heart thumps as if it was going to burst out, and your throat dries up.

Tresses of silk-like raven hair rested on his forehead, parting to give him the perfect forehead you'd ever seen. His face glows with the lighting of the room, and you'd easily believe the glow outdid the sun easily. With those almond shaped, curious eyes which radiated the warm aroma of fresh melted chocolate, he had those squishy cheeks paired with cranberry pillowy lips. An instant dazzling smile highlighting the sculpture of his face instantly made your heart throb at the very first sight.

Even though the encounter was just for a matter of seconds which can be surmised to be long forgotten, it was anything but. That was imprinted in your heart as if it's meant to be within those deep treasures of the sea, a Siren’s voice by the sober shores of the coast. Each recollection of the memory left your heart pulsing like small jitters of the first snow and butterflies fluttering inside your tummy as if they're playing with a young, playful kitten.

It didn't leave your brain at all at times, especially when you returned to the cafeteria where the incident took place. Sometimes, as much as you're basful to admit, you'd visit to come back to the fleeting happiness you'd felt back with a slight exchange of formalities with the guy who stole your heart from you, and doesn't seem to be seen anywhere afterwards.

Choosing the table closest to the window, today you're alone as your stomach rumbles with hunger. you sit down with your plate in your hand, ready to eat after a long day.

The aroma of the warm bowl of dubu jigaetguk calms you down as you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding on. Being a student with a part time job as waitress in a pub wasn't easy to say, to some point. Sure, you're used to the strain you're putting on your already tired body from your tedious routine, but when you realize how you hardly get any rest for yourself.

Whether you like it or not, whether your social batter is on the verge of dying, you again have to reach school on time after getting an ounce of rest, or sometimes, even not. Getting dozens of assignments and projects to finish and much less time to compete with,you end up in the library finishing them, often starving yourself in the process. Then again, cycling back to your workplace, the foul, shitty pub where a single mistake can earn thousands of souls, weird looks and mockings from that ass manager of yours.

Or sometimes, even deduction from your paycheck if the humiliation doesn't feel enough to him. It's almost past midnight when you reach your rented apartment. Your muscles are sore, aching, and screaming for a break with your social battery already dead by the time you fall back to your bed, trying to fall into a dreamless sleep.

Well, if you're particularly clear, there wasn't anything to do; if you wanted to continue your precious education you had to do this. The sun can shine only so brightly when it burns just as strongly, yes?

Eh, apart from the poetry. . .finally after weeks you got some time to eat. A quick peek at the huge windows and you know that there's a sudden drizzle which has people rushing about for a shelter to the unexpected rain. You notice a few people rushing into the cafeteria too, and a happy thought strikes your head at the new crowd. Him. Your heart begins racing and all the memories flashes again as if they're happening right now. The hopes of finding him again thaws in your chest and your lips quirk up to a smile unknowingly.

Him. . . .who was he and what had he done to you? What was his name? Once again you felt your heart pick up its that it felt like it was drumming with happiness inside; Was he of the same school as yours? Obviously, it had to be or else what he would be doing in the cafeteria area.

But you'd sometimes even see the students from other nearby schools during competitions or fests here, so it could be a possibility.

He seemed to be pretty much popular within his friends, you assume. You could, by just looking at the number of people who'd swarmed around him at that moment and when your small interaction was over, their giggles and laughs were enough to prove he was a good friend of theirs indeed.

It was a bit too overwhelming sometimes as a part of you is hurt to think that you've actually fallen for a stranger within some seconds when you can't seem to find any traces of him so far, or you don't know anything about him. Pining for a stranger who might even not be single has your breath shaking.

A sigh leaves your quivering lips. Why did your heart have to do that ? Your head drops to your hands, your thoughts pulling yourself down to your loneliness once again.

Fiddling the spoon on your bowl while you stare with your head empty at the mushy mass of tofu floating in the seasoned soup, long gone cold. Your brain is on a loop thinking about all those, his perfect face, his possible popularity, the way he was just surrounded by his friends. If he wasn't nice , how could they hang out with him? A true person makes a true friend, and for sure that thought kind of convinced you that he maybe wasn't. . ..in your league.

Or so you'd convince yourself somehow that you had no chances with him. You, the loner who always has been avoiding people, making excuses to avoid interaction, easily losing interest. Being a social butterfly wasn't your thing, really. Making stoney faces and uninterested replies was your thing, and you were used to those stares at the pub bar and in your school where God knows by what names and what assumptions were you being called so, and you couldn't care more. Your heart may have pumped warm blood, but its veins carried numbness and no signs of interest for the hate. Times have made you that way, and you still are.

He was. . .just an acquaintance. Or even something less. You didn't even know his goddamn name ! You know that your heart will have a hard time understanding what your brain already has, but sooner or later you'll have to, afterall. It was already a month following this incident, and you had to distract yourself to move on.

Shaking your head to let go of those thoughts, you're now mentally scolding yourself for overthinking, again and you just wanted to forget him, that incident which took place both in the cafeteria and in your heart. There are some extremely alluring and beautiful things in this world which are craved by many, but are achieved by only a few.

That's it; you now wanted to finish up your meal and as soon as you'd completed today's schedule, you wanted to go home. Yes, home.

The bell rings, finally.

And now, it's time for the teacher to depart. As soon as she leaves the class you switch on your cell and your eyes fall on the texts from your co-worker oblique friend Grace.

RECEIVED. 12:30 PM

grace ⭐ : OoO

grace ⭐ : Big Newsssss

grace ⭐ : no work today!!

SEEN. 1:00 PM

you : huh?

you : ??

RECEIVED. 1:05 PM

grace ⭐ : Manager called in a day 😵‍💫

grace ⭐ : He says it's some ‘Personal Stuff’ He has fallen into😶

Sighing, your thoughts run up to your warm bed among soft,warm sheets to the fact that you have your biology exam tomorrow leaves a frustrating aftertaste in your tongue. You decide to stay back in the library, at least you'd be studying and it would be a nice distraction from all those non stop floods of thoughts.

You didn't realize the time flies so soon that you've actually completed memorizing the final two chapters without any fail sitting in peace with all the focus on your book and notebook and no other distracting thoughts inside you.

A wave of satisfaction floods over your body, as you close your eyes and let out a little breath. You just keep still for some moments like that, cherishing your little victory until you felt the seat beside you was occupied. You didn't pay much attention to it since it was a school library; anyone could come in and you didn't care less. You just buried your head in your book and slowly, your signs of exhaustion were clear. Your eyes felt heavy to be kept open, getting watery each time you yawned.

Fuck, sleep sounds way too good now. Your burning eyes close for a while. Heaven. Your head is almost about to fall down on your book when you suddenly feel a tap on your shoulder. Jerking with a silent breath, you turn to the source of the tap.

Your sleep-riddled brain is already clogging up and your breath is again caught up. Your heart begins thumping at such a rate that it's starting to hurt a bit, and a small gasp leaves your lips.

That same face, those same plush lips and that glow. Those chocolate brown eyes softly staring at you, while his lips adorned a gentle smile causing his cheeks to puff up slightly.

“Hey..” fuck. His voice is so fucking smooth and soft, you feel like you're floating on a cloud. Nah, it cannot be real. He cannot be real. You must've fallen asleep at this point.

“Are you okay...?" His voice echoes in your ears at the lack of your reply and your dazed expression,.presently tearing you out from your daydream.

“We—we met at the cafeteria that day, if I'm not—”

“I remember you,” you cut him off by a murmur, thinking of how vividly you remember him ever since that meeting. You put a hand on your chest as you blink, breathing heavily with your heart still thrumming hard.

A water bottle was passed to your hands as you looked up at him again, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. He started apologizing as he thought that he disturbed your study session and kind of caught you off guard. You decline and shrug it off like nothing much happened, as you feel your tummy already swarming with a forest of butterflies at even the bare minimum. The way he's so. . you don't know, but whatever it is, it's doing nothing good to your poor heart. You already feel your cheeks ignite at its very thought of looking at those warm, soft, roasted coffee eyes.

“I’m Seokjin. I realized that I should’ve introduced myself to you that day, but by the time I did, you already were gone,”

He quips with a laugh,taking out his books on the table as you realize it's your turn to introduce yourself. As soon as you do it, you wished if you weren't so nervous and didn’t sound so small to him as you did to yourself; but a sweet smile was given off as a response.

“Erm..for that day, I'm really sorry. Those brats wanted me to join a frat party, and while I told them how much I hate frat houses, I didn't realize that you were behind me,” he rubs the back of his neck with a nervous laugh almost as if he's embarrassed.

“It's..it's quite rude that I left without an apology.” His eyes are even softer, melting your heart even more.

“But you did apologize to me?” You laugh off, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you feel his wide gaze at you as he breaks down to a fit of nervous giggles.

Did you see correctly that his ears were flushed red?

“I finally found some time to study, so I decided to be here. Just when I was passing by, I saw you and thought of. . .well, apologizing properly this time,”

He's rubbing his neck again as if he's embarrassed to speak it out and itches to speak more. You ask him to continue. Clearing his throat, he says, “I wanted to be friends with you. I've seen you pretty many times in the local bar. Each time I'd try to find you, you were always scuttering away into the chambers. Much to my surprise I found you in our school cafeteria.”

“I actually wanted to talk to you, even before our bumping happened and I never got to see you after that. . .”

Your eyes flick up to him as he suddenly jumps on his seat, shaking his head violently with wide, shaking pupils.

“Nono!! no!! Don't, don't get me wrong,” he chokes out, “I wasn't stalking you or something like that, I just. . . couldn't at all get a grip on my curiosity. . .” he's rubbing his neck again, and you bet you saw his cheeks pink this time. He's so adorable and it makes you giggle, a surprising sound which you think you haven't heard of before.

“So, you're a regular of the turquoise villa?” He looks up at you, somewhat relieved to not have been perceived as a stalker. “Well, not really regular, you know? I don't drink often, but it's like I've been dragged there at times for the birthday celebration of my homies. Or when anyone needed alcohol to let go of their grief,”

“So like I've been there thrice or twice, and I've seen you all the times I've visited.” You are quite surprised yourself. Thinking of the fact that he wanted to talk to you as much as you wanted to have blood rushing up to your cheeks. You're trying your best not to react so openly at this, but you're having a hard time controlling your heart. It beats so loudly that you feel your blood rushing up to your brain in your ears.

He asks you again if you're ok.

You shrug again.

“You could've just. . .heh, joined me at the library since I'm here after lunch,”You laugh, embarrassed at your own loss at words. He flashes a sweet smile your way, suddenly flicking his wrist to get a look at the time on his watch.

“So, is it a day off for you?”

Months have passed after your friendship with him began to bloom, and you find yourself falling more and more for him. You feel your mask slip more and more each day when you're with him. He was totally how you expected him to be, understanding, radiant, intelligent and humorous. And not to mention, had a face carved by God themselves.

All of your bad days seemed like nothing when you had him, whether it was his sweet gesture of sharing his ramen with you during lunch; Encouraging and comforting you when your thoughts spiraled downwards. Whether it's just him and you sitting in silence, basking in each other's company, or cackling like dumb idiots at his dad jokes which were in abundance with him. Your colorless life seemed to have suddenly filled with rainbow colors, as sparkles lit up your numb heart which seems to have known him, and beats only for him. You feel utterly selfish at times, but him saying that he enjoys hanging out with you just as much as you do somehow puts you at ease.

As if apart from pumping blood his existence was the reason for your heart beats, that subtle drumming was felt by you each time whenever his face flashes in your mind, as if your heart knows him. You couldn't really help yourself, it felt like you were rolling and rolling down continuously an inclined hill for him and those feelings were just too much to bear. Yet, you have decided to keep cool cause lord knows for what you didn't want to confess.

Perhaps it's the fear of losing a friend who meant so much to you, you wanted to go with the flow and just endure it.

Apart from being a really sweet guy, his sense of humour is impeccable. You two are pretty good friends now. Even if you don't meet each other at the school due to the different routines, you two have regular contact through text and calls, which kind of is. . . awaited for you to listen to his voice and his pretty little jokes.

A chilly night as it was tonight, your grumbling manager is dismissing the employees a bit early. You rumble your bag to keep your uniform back and sling it up your shoulders, waving goodbye to Grace who seems equally as tired as you. Stretching your aching and sore limbs, you sigh and rub your shoulders. Waves of exhaustion flows through you, as you yawn, cursing at your own self as you take small, tortoise steps towards your house.

You're lost in your own world when you feel a tap on your shoulder out of nowhere and your breath is knocked out of your lungs. You're nearly screaming as you jump, startled, but suddenly you smack your lips as you see that taller boy laughing loudly, broad shoulders shaking with each squeak.

You snort, “Seokjin, you ass, you scared the living shit out of me.” He is laughing breathlessly and you smack his shoulder, earning a small ow from him. Soon, he gently holds your shoulders and calms himself down.

"But hey, what are you doing here, Seokjin? We're already closed for the evenin—”

“Hm,I was up for a walk and I suddenly felt my limbs carrying themselves here. Muscle memory, maybe?” He rubs his chin as if in deep thought, and you nearly huff.

“I haven't seen you for a few days. But it turns out that you're already leaving, so I thought of walking you home, as I see you're quite tired, if you don't mind.”

“Ha, are you gonna carry me or something?” you chirp as you walk along, suddenly all of the exhaustion vanishing away from you.

“If you'd let me, I surely would.” You fake a gasp and try to ignore the fluttering in your stomach once again.

You walk down the pavement with him by your side.

“____?”

“Yes?” you're curious as you look up at him.

“What do you say when you're busy on a call, and want to talk to a person later?” his eyes are twinkling by the time he finishes his question. You're thinking, hard, what possibly could be his joke.

“I’ll.. I'll call you later?”

He groans,“Don’t call me later. Call me Seokjin, please.”

“Wh—” you stop by your tracks and roar a laugh, him squeaking along with you. Fuck, your stomach hurt with that. You pant as you near your apartment, sighing happily.

A chilly wind blows through, and goosebumps flood all over your skin as you rub your arms with your hands, feeling a bit cold. You wished if you would've stuffed the hoodie inside your bag, then you wouldn't have been facing this right now.

Suddenly, you feel two hands wrap around your shoulders softly as you turn and you find that his black bomber jacket is wrapped around your shoulders.

This awkward position where you basically have your face craned up to look at him, has his face just a few inches away from yours. You feel his breath gently brushing your face. Your eyes winden themselves, as your blood rushes up to your cheeks, and your heart is thumping, again. Your lips part slightly, seeing him this close where you can smell the faint but enchanting scent of his woody cologne could be described just as a dream . . . and now it's true.

You can't help but gasp with your heart thundering inside your chest, warmth radiates from his jacket, his soft smile contrasting with his beautiful eyes twinkling in the starry night.

“Seokjin. . .” fuck. You did sound small.

“Hm? Are you still cold?" He asks with a soft voice as your chest is almost hurting with its fast beats. “No. . .” quite the opposite. You pull your hands to your chest again, as he chuckles lightly. You look down with completely flushed cheeks. You feel like you're about to burst at the close proximity.

“I. . .” You close your eyes, unable to confront your shyness. Fuck, you've never been ever this close to him, you've never ever been so close. . . ! His strong arms snakes around your waist inside the loosely hanging jacket, spinning you so that you're facing him. Your eyes nearly pop out of your sockets, but the somewhat hesitant look in his eyes explains that he's nervous, too. You relax visibly in his hold, your body turning to putty under his eyes. He smiles as he sees your pupils dilate, breathing wild.

His hold on you is gentle gentle gentle, and if you'd die here, you happily would, if this is what heaven feels like. His nose nearly brushes by your own with how close he is to you, and his soft, long bangs tickle the apples of your cheeks as he pulls you even closer. Fuck. Fuck. This really is happening.

By the time he speaks again, the entire world stops for you and all that you can hear is his silent, but delicate voice in your ears, “I just want to ask you if I can keep you warm with me by your side, holding hands just like this.”

Oh, fuck. You cannot beleive what's happening. But whatever is, you just want to do. . . cherish. You hope you'll be talking about this later, too.

You nod.

A toothy grin spreads all over his lips, his face lighting up instantly.

He tilts his head to lean in more and whisper a small thank you. And then, his lips press so softly against your own, and you feel yourself smile as your hands reach up to his neck, pulling him closer to you.

You'd let him keep you warm forever.

a/n : missing seokjinnie a bit too much lately (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠) i hope you enjoyed reading this smol drabble <3 don't forget to drop a reblog if you did, it helps a lot 🤍

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[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫

As the President of his club, Bucky always made sure that he made it home, whether it be for his brother’s, or to just keep his legacy alive one more day. 

But it was not just that anymore, not after he had you as his guiding light — a beacon so bright that he knew he’d be a fool to act reckless, when he knew you were waiting for him back home. 

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✰ Biker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ✰ 550

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ✰ Fluff

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ✰ Just a nice, simple call back to the good ol' days of Merry Fuckin' Christmas.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 ✰ @sweetspicybingo Sweetheart Bingo — Heart of Gold — Masterlist ✰ @rookthorne's Merry Buckmas — Masterlist

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It was freezing outside and the coat you wore did little to keep the chill at bay, but you were a woman on a mission — your accomplice, Peter, was by your side. 

You felt invincible, untouchable in your secret, devious scheme.

Until, from across the lot, you heard a loud shout from the clubhouse door, “Not this shit again, Sweets!”

“Fuck,” you spat, dropping the evidence to the ground by your feet in your shock. Tinsel fell from the confines of the canvas tote bag, and you grimaced as the colours of red, gold, and green shone against the stark white of the crisp snow. “Shit.” 

Next to you, Peter spun around, gulping loudly. “It’s Boss,” he hissed. “And–”

You rolled your eyes and turned to face Bucky head on with a defiant set to your jaw. Behind Bucky, Steve was staring between you and Peter, his eyes crinkled from the grin on his lips. 

“Yes, this shit again, Bucky,” you affirmed, staring at him and putting your hands on your hips. “It was fun last year!”

The snow crunched under Bucky’s boots while he strode towards you, his hands behind his back and his face split by a half amused, half exasperated smile. “I know it was, Sweets, but why the fuck are you doin’ the same thing again?”

You blinked, confused. “What do you– It’s the same because I didn’t want to make them unsafe…”

Steve walked around Bucky, his grin growing wider and wider the closer he walked towards his own Harley. “We know,” he said, leaning against the frame of his bike and crossing his ankles. “That’s why we have a surprise for you.”

There was a stunned silence.

“Surprise…?” Your voice wavered with your uncertainty. “What–?”

Bucky pulled his arms out from behind his back, revealing spools of Christmas lights. “Here, sweetheart.” He offered them to you, a bright smile now tugging at the corner of his lips. “So you can light my way.”

You gasped and choked on the sharp inhale of air, absolutely gobsmacked at his willingness for this to happen not only once, but twice. “Oh– Really? I get to–?”

“Yeah, you really do,” Bucky said softly, and he pushed the lights into your hesitant hands. “Have at it, and I expect it to be done before I head out for a meet up later—I expect my baby to be lookin’ real pretty so I can show her off.”

Never before had you put so much effort into decorating anything, not to the calibre that you tied, looped, and hung the lights and tinsel on their bikes — especially Bucky’s, who’s chariot sported gold tinsel to match the accents throughout the body of it. 

And you watched on, gleeful and animated, as Bucky and Steve came out into the lot an hour later, wearing black hoodies with their kuttes proudly on display.   

“Holy shit,” Steve laughed, beaming at you. The set of bike keys in his hand jingled as he tucked them into the ignition, starting the Harley with a dull roar. “You outdid yourself, darlin’!”

“I’ll say,” Bucky said, staring at his Indian. “Almost—” He stopped, then looked at you, a playful smirk dancing over his features. “Almost as pretty as my baby girl, the light of my life; my beacon home.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

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[lilacliquors]

pairing: smoke x reader

word count: 1005

notes: on the eleventh day of ficmas, lilacliquors gave to me ... visiting smoke's home country for christmas! (there's a tiny bit of angst but not in the way you think besties!)

tomas had always been such a hard worker, not one for taking too many breaks. but this year for the holidays, you had worked something out with kuai liang, and you were going to force your husband to rest this holiday season. it had taken some careful planning, but you had managed to set up a week long trip back to the czech republic, tomas’s home country. he had expressed a desire to go back, so this year, you would be spending christmas in prague.

it didn’t take much convincing to get him to go. in fact, this might have been the first time he’d ever been excited about taking a break. and after many ‘thank yous’ and appreciative kisses, he was finally ready to pack and go on this trip. you had never seen him so excited, except on your wedding day, and it warmed your heart to see the appreciation for your efforts. he was always eager to tell you and show you how much you meant to him, but something about this felt different. it was like … he had another purpose for going, not just to celebrate the holidays.

when you arrived, it was christmas eve, and you checked into the home you had been able to rent out. it had been decorated for your stay, and it felt like a cozy little place. the lights glowed faintly, adding a warmth to the main room, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“this is amazing,” tomas breathed, looking around. “you outdid yourself this year, truly.”

“you’ve earned a little vacation, you know,” you said, wrapping your arms around his middle. “you work so damn hard, it’s a wonder you don’t collapse most days.”

“rebuilding a clan takes time. but if it makes you feel better, kauai liang and i have agreed to try and split the duties a bit more evenly now. i no longer feel the need to prove myself … he and i are brothers, and always will be,” he said, and you smiled at him.

“mhm, that does make me feel better. now, what would you like to do on this beautiful christmas eve?” you asked, and he looked to the window in thought. snow had begun to drift down, sticking to the ground little bit by little bit. you watched his face, and then he turned back to look at you, tilting his head slightly.

“i’d like to go for a walk. you look so beautiful with snow in your hair, i’d hate to pass this opportunity up,” he said.

you felt your cheeks warm, but you obliged, dressing in warmer clothes and allowing him to take the lead. it had been a long time since he’d been in prague, but it was like it never left him. he took your hand in his and began down the road, making sure to keep you close so you could stay warm.

“it’s so beautiful out,” you said softly, brushing a bit of snow from your hair.

“mhm, it is,” he replied, squeezing your hand.

you looked around at the buildings, admiring the architecture, and the way the snow dusted the rooftops. a few of the buildings reminded you of castles, and your eyes widened as you got closer. this was becoming just as much of a treat for you as it was a gift for him, and you couldn’t believe you finally got to see such a beautiful city.

“this is just so amazing,” you said, letting go of his hand to turn in a small circle, taking in the sights.

“i’m glad you think so. but … before we head back, there’s something else i’d like to do. an old czech tradition,” tomas said, reaching for your hand again. you obliged and took it, allowing him to lead you a bit farther from the city. the snow falling around you seemed to muffle the sounds of the world, yet the silence was comforting as you walked. you wanted to ask where he was taking you, but the look on his face was one of solemn determination. so, you kept quiet, and soon, you reached the gates of a cemetery. you were puzzled for a moment, but you followed him in, walking next to him in silence. he kept leading you until he stopped at three headstones, two larger ones with a smaller one in the middle. he let go of your hand and crouched down, brushing the snow from the stones with a gentle hand. you leaned in a bit to read them, and a soft breath escaped you.

these were the graves of his parents and sister. 

you set a hand on his shoulder as he bowed his head, and he brought one hand up to hold yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. you were both quiet for a few moments longer, and then he stood, wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and led you from the cemetery and back to the main roads.

“thank you for this,” he said as you walked back to the rented home. ��I’ve been hoping to pay my respects soon, but i never had the time to get away. this … this means more than you could ever know.”

“you’re welcome, tomas,” you replied, rubbing his back gently. “i just wish we could have gotten you here sooner.”

“i prefer this more. it’s actually czech tradition to visit the graves of loved ones, to remember them during this time. it’s bittersweet, it reminds us that life is short, but it also reminds us to cherish the time we have with our living loved ones. and there’s no one i’d rather spend my holidays with than you,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

you smiled and let your head rest on his shoulder as you walked, and you tilted your head up to feel the snow on your face.

“i love you very much,” you said softly, and he smiled down at you.

“i love you, too. so very much.”

#smoke x reader #tomas vrbada x reader #tomas vrbada fluff #smoke mk1 #smoke mk1 ficmas #12 days of ficmas 2023 #lilacliquors ficmas 2023

[offtorivendell]

She was … doing something, learning something.

Elain stood between Nuala and Cerridwen at the long worktable. All three of them covered in flour. Some sort of doughy mess on the surface before them.

The two handmaiden-spies instantly bowed to Rhys, and Elain—

There was a slight sparkle in her brown eyes.

As if she’d been enjoying herself with them.

Nuala swallowed hard. “The lady said she was hungry, so we went to make her something. But—she said she wanted to learn how, so …” Hands wreathed in shadows lifted in a helpless gesture, flour drifting off them like veils of snow. “We’re making bread.”

Elain was glancing between all of us, and as her eyes began to shutter, I gave her a broad smile and said, “I hope it’ll be done soon—I’m starved.”

Elain offered a faint smile in return and nodded.

She was hungry. She was … doing something. Learning something.

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Working with theclever.crow was an absolute joy, and something I've been wanting to do for a while. Thank you, Katie, from the bottom of my heart; for taking my ideas, adding your own, and then bringing our vision of Elain and her (as yet hypothetical) powers to life in this gorgeous piece of art. Your passion for both Elain and your work is clear as Night. Please show Katie some love on IG! 🖤

Characters belong to @sjmaas ACOTAR series.

This piece is for Day 1 of @elainarcheronweek - Powers.

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Throughout the ACOTAR series, Elain Archeron has demonstrated a love of learning. Beginning in book one, Feyre noted both her love of gardening - it made her come alive - and intention to learn how to grow vegetables, which continued in book three, where learning to cook and bake brought a sparkle to her eye, all the way through to book four, where - though she spent a lot of time in the background - Elain showed her desire to contribute to the search for the Dread Trove by dusting off the powers she hasn't used since ACOWAR (as far as we know).

I've always thought that Elain becoming either a potions mistress or apothecary would neatly marry her desire for knowledge with her love of gardening and baking/cooking. We already know Elain is a Seer - and Amren suggested the possibility of at least one other power in ACOSF - so, given her strong associations with life/rebirth and light, as well as her status as a Cauldron-Made faerie, I wouldn't be surprised if she could give her plants and potions a bit of a boost when required, and that her brews may be highly sought after from all around Prythian.

As a bonus, there are some Easter Eggs hidden in this art - as nods to both Elain's potential powers and future plot - and I'll reblog with all the details once people have had a chance to have a guess themselves. Katie outdid herself here, so please look carefully, and let us know what you can See!

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This piece of art is dedicated to everyone who loves Elain, and who values her different sort of strength, whether you see yourself in her or not. 🖤

Please do not repost this art! If you want to find it on Instagram or Twitter, check out theclever.crow and the Elain Week accounts respectively.

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Easter Egg Spoilers... coming soon.

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Further reading on Elain and her possible future with potions or witchy powers if you're interested...

Elain has a secret garden full of useful plants that she uses for potions (a headcanon).

Can Elain Make plants/have powers of growth, or does she have a link to the Mother?

Could Elain be a witch?

#elain archeron #elain archeron art #elain art #pro elain archeron #pro elain #elain archeron week 2022 #elainarcheronweek2022 #elain's powers #acotar #acotar art #sjm #sjmaas #sjm books #elain vibes

[gisdotnet]

WAIT WAIT WAIT. you know the halloween pasta?

it's december first, at 1 in the morning. the employees have just finished stocking the hot cocoa packets, and the shaped marshmallows. gotta capitalize on the christmas spirit, after all!

in walk two cookies. oh divine, not again.

(WAIT THIS IS AN OPPORTUNITY TO WRITE A DRABBLE AND YOU BET I'M TAKING THAT CHANCE)

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"Alright! Done!" spoke a one of the teenage workers as they stood back to admire their work, a co-worker shuffling behind them.

"Ooo, you really outdid yourself this time!" The co-worker took his time to admire his peers work, as they had formated the boxes of hot choco packets and shaped marshmallows to form a snow man. "No wonder Boss always choses you to stock the shelves this time around!" the co-worker spoke once again, earning a nod from his colleague.

"Thanks-" before they could finish their sentence, another one of their co-workers tapped their shoulder, giving them a nervous look.

"Er.....so uhm.....those cookies are back" she spoke as the color began to drain from their previously confident face.

"God fucking damnit"

-

"Will that be all for you today?" Asked the cashier.

"Yeah, that will be all" Werewolf replied as he began to push the shopping cart-now full of a huge amount of hot choco packets and shaped marshmallows- as his spouse followed. Once the two had left, the cashier sighed and hopped over her post, and skidded her way over to her two co-workers, when she got there she saw one of her co-workers comforting the other now sobbing co-worker.

"Oh dear..." she spoke as both of her co-workers turned to face her. With a sniffle and a sob, her co-worker spoke,

"I don't get payed enough for this shit"

#WHY DID I PUT EFFORT INTO THIS DNDNDNCNV #SORRY THAT I WROTE A WHOLE ASS DRABBLE I JUST HAD THE U R G E

[zealoushound]

Summary: The towns annual Christmas tree lighting shines a light on an unexpected stranger.

Pairing: Syverson x reader

Word Count: 930

Warnings: Fluff!

A/N: For the lovely @winter2112rose 12 + 1 Christmas Stories writing challenge! Day 1 prompt: Christmas Tree/Decorations. Sorry it took so long to post this!! Kept hitting snags. It’s 9 pm here so it’s still technically day one lol!

Disclaimer: FEEL FREE TO REBLOG IF YOU LIKE THE STORY! Writers live off reblogs! Do not copy any portion of my material to claim as your own. Do not repost my work, or any portions of my work on any site and claim it as your own.

***

It was always a bit warm in our small town in Texas for the holidays; Christmas time was no different. It would cool down at dusk, but never enough to snow. Truthfully, in the four years I’ve lived here I have yet to see it snow.

This year for the town's annual tree lighting our Mayor, otherwise known as the entire town's adopted grandfather Roy, had the idea to blast fake snow over the tree. To really give it that Hallmark moviesque Christmas aesthetic. It actually turned out to be a pretty good idea despite some negative Nancys on the town council.

In the middle of our square, kids of ages were laughing and playing together in the chunky white snowfall. I walked toward the table setup for hot chocolate, coffee and cookies. I overheard Roy talking to his wife Shirley.

“The snow sure was a great idea, Pop.” She was so proud of her husband, proud of us all really. That’s what most people would say.

“Oh, yes! Really outdid myself with this one!”

Shirley looked as if an elf had decorated her along with the tree. Blinking ornaments around her neck, and jingle bells on her wrists. Santa hats decorated her ears, with light up antlers that would make Rudolf green with envy. Roy had gotten away with donning his usual cowboy hat. Although I’m sure the holly sprigs in the band were her idea.

I watched them before pouring myself a cup of coffee. Four years ago I moved here with nothing but a car full of clothes, and bad memories. These two took the time to get to know me, help me get a job and a better home. They were family now. They had four kids, seven grandkids and 2 great grands.

After all the time they’d known each other, they were still head over heels for each other. I went back to my coffee when Roy stepped away to help move some tables around.

“Gram, you look enchanting!” I heard a deep voice I didn’t recognize, “Dickens would be proud! Hey! Pops! Settle down now, before you hurt yourself there.” Looking up after hearing Shirley’s laugh, I see a man helping Roy down from the back of a neighbor's truck, only getting a glimpse of his features before he turned around.

Roy patted his arm and brought him in for a bear hug as soon he’d gotten to the ground. A few guys from town, probably friends of the stranger, walked up as Roy explained that he needed to get to the tree to make his announcements before the lighting.

I’d never seen this man before. He’s tall, rugged, broad as a river and of course now he has his back to me. Ball cap over his head, the thin flannel shirt that was pleading with his shoulders, tucked into his jeans. His jeans, wow.

Before I’d realized how distracted I was, the coffee I was pouring had no place else to go.

“Shit!” Spilling some onto my fingers I managed to sit the cup down instead of dropping it. Grabbing a towel Shirley put the pot back on the warmer for me.

“Oh sweetheart! Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m ok.” My eyes flicked around to see who saw me, and see if he’d seen. “A little embarrassed now.” I mutter.

“Darlin’ no! No need for that now!” Shirley was undoubtedly the kindest woman I’d ever met.

“May I?” A deep, smooth southern timber broke my thoughts. I looked to my right, there he was. My breath caught. Behind him the lights of the tree flickered to life casting a brilliant light over everything. The town began to cheer and I was lost. Lost in this handsome stranger's eyes.

He was every bit as large as I thought he’d be. Full, dark beard, blue eyes and the perfect nose. Can a nose be perfect? I’d never wondered that before. the lights shone behind him, giving him almost an ethereal glow.

Did I nod? I must have nodded because he was moving the towel away from my hand, inspecting my fingers closely. I didn’t want to look away. I almost couldn’t tear my eyes away from his perfect features. He sucked in his bottom lip as he touched my palm.

“That hurt?” I shook my head slightly before he looked up at me. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and I may have fainted had it not been for him holding my hand. “Hey Gram, would you hand me a bottle of water that's not cold.”

He never looked away from me. Not once. “Names Sy, by the way. I’m gonna take real good care of you, I promise.”

Sy. Wait, Sy was, “ You’re their grandson in the Army?”

“I am.” He took the water from Shirley’s hand. “This might sting a bit, but it’ll feel better soon.”

Waiting a few minutes after pouring the water over my hand he asked if I was alright.

“I think I’m ok.” My fingers were red but nothing was badly hurt.

Sy stayed by my side the rest of the evening. Turns out that was his first day back home after two extended tours. No matter who came up to greet him, he sat right by me the whole time, occasionally checking on my hand.

I tried to tell him he could leave, that I was fine. He responded with a smile, “If it's alright with you I’d like to stay. I kinda like it here.”

I blushed. Of course it was.

***

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[troubatrain]

new year’s day - m.tkachuk

a/n: i wasn’t going to write a part two to tis the damn season, but i couldn’t help but feel like new year’s day was an excellent excuse to write one so here we are. i started this blog about a year ago sometime after new year’s and it’s been a little crazy but you guys are honestly awesome. i just wanted to thank you for constantly supporting my fics and chaotic ways i write and all of the people who i get to idea dump with. thank you & have a happy and safe new year’s!

Life was sweet.

Matthew had been blissed out since the moment you both arrived back in Calgary, like the last piece of his life had fallen back into place. You were the kind of peace he needed, someone who anchored him down before his ego got the best of him, and someone who could see past all of the bullshit to begin with. Matthew knew a storm was on the horizon, the talk about what any of this means after you left to go back to St. Louis. Matthew fucked up the first time, because he a dumb kid who wasn’t ready for anything life was about to throw at him. He got scared, all of the new pressure in his life got real and he ran away from the only thing that comforted him.

For the moment, none of that mattered. What was important to him right now was watching you laugh with a few of his teammates in a dress Matthew intended on taking off later.  A laugh he could have recognized anywhere. It was New Year’s Eve, and Matthew was hosting, something he never thought would happen. His teammates thought he was kidding when he asked if they wanted to go to his place for a New Year’s Party, but he was being serious. You outdid yourself, telling Matthew he couldn’t possibly have a party with any sort of decorations.

“You look good with a girlfriend Chucky,” Matthew’s stare was broken but Mark’s voice behind him. A hand lands on his back of his neck to cover the blush. You made him better, that’d been clear from the moment you walked in your freshman English and sat next to Matthew. He had a perfect grade in that class, because he spent a year trying to impress you before he finally just asked you.

“Trying not to fuck it up this time,” Matthew admits sheepishly, because he was so nervous about losing you again, “She’s always been it for me, but I can’t just ask her to stay here-”

“You don’t have to, just let her know she’s part of your plan,” Mark suggests, and it makes sense to Matthew. When you dated the first time, he had all these plans. His plan for where he’d go before he got drafted, his plan to play his first year, and none of them ever included you. Well they did, but Matthew wasn’t about to tell you he wanted to marry you at seventeen. You deserved to know that when he thought about his future, it was with you. 

It was here. It was watching you joke with Johnny and Sam like you’d known them for years. It was the first game you went to after you landed and Matthew got to skate out for warm ups and see you against the glass. It was the other morning when he caught you peeking out the windows of his condo while snow was falling, your eyes sparkling at the site. Matthew couldn’t think of anything else he wanted for the rest of his life besides you.

Matthew excuses himself from the conversation, catching a glimpse at the time. It was five minutes to midnight, a New Year was about to ring in and he got to spend it with you. He sneaks behind you, grabbing your waist and pulling into him, “Hi.”

“Matty,” You squirm, giggling while Matthew tickled at your sides. He didn’t care who heard you call him Matty because it was you. You look up at him, a smile on your face while you pressed a kiss to his cheek. Matthew scoffs, pointing to his lips, “At midnight bubs.”

“Yeah bubs,” Sam teases, Matthew lifting up his middle finger. You grab his hand, lacing your fingers with his.

“Just admit you’re a big baby Matthew, it’ll save us some time,” You smirk, Sam breaking out in laughter. Matthew was a big baby, constantly whining when he couldn’t pull you close in bed or pouting his way through something he didn’t want to do, “Now countdown to midnight with us…”

Five

Four

Three

Two

One

A chorus of cheers and New Year’s wishes filled Matthew’s place, but all of that was static with your lips pressed against his. His hand was splayed across your back, the bare skin peeking out of your dress was on fire from his touch alone. His other hand was tilting your chin up, holding you close to him.

“Happy New Year baby,” Matthew mutters, another quick kiss to your lips before he pulls away. Your eyes fluttered open, snapping back into reality.

By the time it was two in the morning, Matthew had managed to push his party guests out and his next task was you. You were spinning around his bedroom, and Matthew was waiting for you to trip over your own heels every second. You finally flop down on his bed, kicking your feet out, “Please?”

Matthew sighs, pausing from unbuttoning his own dress shirt and sitting next to you on the bed. He unbuckles your heels, “Have fun tonight?”

“I like it here,” You whisper, as if you’d been afraid to admit it. You snuggle into the bed, your eyelids getting heavier by the minute, “Because you’re here.”

“I like it here more when you’re here too pretty girl,” Matthew grins, his eyes soft when he looks down at you, “You need to get out of this dress.”

“Get me out of it,” You smirk, picking your head and giving Matthew a wink. If you weren’t five tequila shots deep he probably would have, but he knew you were far too drunk for that. He chuckles, shaking his head and tossing you one of his shirts and walking into the bathroom. He finally got back into his room, your head on his pillow while you waited for him.

He finally jumps into bed, throwing an arm over your waist and pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “Goodnight.”

“Matty?” You call out, whispering before he falls asleep on you. He hums, waiting for you to speak, “Don’t give up on me this time.”

And Matthew could have sworn he felt his heart break.

***

You woke up with a massive headache, only getting worse by Matthew’s snoring in your ear. The past week had been nothing short of perfect, Matthew pulling out all the stops to prove he really did want you back. You roll over in his arms, tracing the side of his face, he wasn’t going to wake up. Matthew hadn’t changed, and that meant he still slept like a rock. Your fingers moved along the stubble across his chin, a new addition with change you were starting to love.

You finally got out of bed, tossing on whatever hoodie Matthew had closest to the bed and padding down the hallway to turn up the heat. Calgary was cold, a bitter kind you were in a hate/love relationship with. Most of the love came from why you were here, and the weather was something you just needed to deal with. You walk through the living room, plastic cups from the night before were covering the place. Confetti and polaroid's thrown across the coffee table with intentions for them to be a problem for another time. You pick one up, of you sitting on Matthew’s lap. You were looking at the camera, a wide smile on your face while Matthew was just looking at you.

“I want that one,” Matthew’s raspy morning voice caused you to jump, his long arm reaching over and holding the picture in his hand, “For here.”

You give Matthew a small smile, watching him run his finger over the picture. He’s quiet for a minute, biting his lip like he’d been debating what to say, “Matty?”

“I see you in my future,” Matthew breathes out, his last and final confession he had to make to both of you, “When I think about all of the things I want, you’re always there.”

“What if it happens again?” You whisper, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. The very real fear of this imploding on the two of you scared you like no other. You had to put those pieces back together alone, and you weren’t sure if you were prepared to do it again, “What if this is too much and-”

“It won’t be, I’m ready this time,” Matthew assures you, “I was ready then too, but I didn’t think you’d be. I had to give you up because you deserved better than following me around while I got myself settled. I am, I’m here and I’m ready for this.”

Matthew’s voice was raw, pleading with you that he was telling you the honest to god truth, “This isn’t going to be easy.”

“I’d rather do hard with you than easy with someone else Y/N,” Matthew smiles, his dimples poking out.

“Matthew I swear if you break my heart again,” You threaten, poking your finger into his chest, “I will let your brother kick the shit out of you.”

Matthew chuckles pressing kisses all over your face, the sound of your laugh flooding his place. You spent the rest of New Year’s cleaning the condo, picking up the empty champagne bottles left from the night before and spending the day on the couch before your flight left.

***

What Matthew didn’t know then, was that it would work. Long distance was rough, but you’d both made enormous sacrifices for each other. It took planes, trains, cars and a whole of patience, but by the time the next year rolled around- things still seemed to work. You walked through the lobby of Matthew’s place in Calgary, your suitcase felt heavier than it had been on any of your previous trips. You had a late Christmas present for him, one that if you didn’t give him in person it wasn’t going to be the same.

“You’re here!” Matthew hops off the couch when you let yourself in, he grabs your waist picking you up and spinning you around. Matthew presses a kiss to your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth when you stopped him, “Babeeeee…”

“Quit your whining, I have something for you,” You stop him, opening up your suitcase and pulling out a folder. He furrowed his eyebrows, sliding it open. It was a job offer. One for your dream position. In Calgary.

Matthew was stunned, speechless while his eyes read over the offer four times. It was real and if it meant what his brain thought it did it meant that a year of long distance was about to be so fucking worth it. His finger ran across the paper, looking up at you. You had a grin on your face, happy with yourself for not telling him until this very moment.

“I’m going to take it, if that wasn’t obvious-” You start to explain, but Matthew had scooped you back into his arms before you could finish speaking. His arms were holding you tightly, muttering something into your shoulder, “What was that?”

“I didn’t say anything,” Matthew’s eyes were bulging out his head, and you narrowed your eyes at him. He was lying to you, you just gave him the best news of his life and he’s lying to you.

“Stop lying”, You demand, stepping out his arms, “Do you not want me here?”

“Fuck, no baby I do, I just-” Matthew sighs, running into his arm and rummaging through his drawers. You stood by the door, confused as to what had gotten into your boyfriend.

“I was going to do this tonight, I even flew out our families, because I got you back on New Year’s and,” Matthew steps back into the room, a blue box in his hand in a color you’d be damned if you didn’t recognize, “In all of my life, I’ve only ever known that I was supposed to be with one person, and that was you. You’re my soulmate, and the world has constantly tried to pry us apart but I swear it just made us stronger. We’re the best god damn team in the world Y/N, and I think we’d be even better if you married me?”

Your hand was over your mouth, tears spilling out while Matthew’s soft blue eyes were staring into yours. He was right, you were the best team in the world. You were two people who could look at each other in a crowded room and know what the other was thinking. You were in love, and the few years where you tried to convince yourself it wasn’t always going to be Matthew at the end were just a part of the story. You nod your head, watching Matthew put that ring on your left hand and you couldn’t help but think about the way you’d get to tell your children and grandchildren your most epic love story.

Because after all, you wanted his midnights, and everyday after that.

#matthew tkachuk #matthew tkachuk imagine #my writing #nhl imagine #nhl imagines

[enchantzz]

ART & VAMPIRES - VI - New York

A rollercoaster of events towards the end of the year.  Vampires, witches, humans, past,  present, future, magic, supernatural artifacts, angst and love in New York around Christmas time 🎄

1 - Venus and Mars

2 - Surprises

3 - New York Business

4 - The Dragon Claw Ring

5 - The Exchange

6 - The Christmas Lodge

Art & Vampires Series - Master list and notes here

🎄🦇🎄🦇🎄🦇🎄🦇🎄

6 - The Christmas Lodge

The following day, everyone was packed up and they jumped on the plane once more with Mont Tremblant as destination. The flight was short and they were picked up by the caretakers of the lodge.

The lodge was very welcoming. There were Christmas decorations in every room and in the living room there was a Christmas tree and a cozy sitting area in front of a fireplace. The lodge was super luxurious and even had an indoor heated pool and sauna and an entertainment basement with a pool table, which made Mitchell very happy. He would definitely challenge someone for a game during their stay.

The caretakers had stocked the lodge with food and they offered a catering service for their full stay, which they gratefully accepted. After the arrangements had been made, the caretakers left and everyone sorted out their rooms.

They agreed to meet up in the living room, after they had unpacked and settled in.

Lena and Amy were putting the presents under the Christmas tree. They were in good spirits and Mitchell and Ben were observing the girls, smiling. Mitchell was so grateful that he had Amy back and Ben was sure that he was falling in love with Lena even more, if that was possible.

‘So, Rick?’ Amy asked.

‘Yeah?’ He took a sip of his drink.

‘Would you tell us the story of how you became a vampire please? She asked.

Rick had known that at some point, Amy would be asking about that. He was surprised she had been able to hold back asking about it for this long. He smiled. ‘Sure, he said. After dinner, ok?’

‘So, everyone,’ Alana clapped her hands together. ‘Let’s dress up for dinner tonight ok? Amy, you’re with me. You didn’t have a chance to go shopping, but we didn’t forget about you. We bought you some outfits. Come on, let’s go try them on,’ she smiled.

A big smile appeared on Amy’s face and the both of them were off to the bedroom to change.

When everyone was festively dressed, they met up in the sitting area around the fire. The guys were the first to be ready and they were waiting for the ladies, having a drink and chatting.

When Amy entered the room, Mitchell stopped mid-sentence, his jaw dropped and he just stared.

‘Great job, Amy,’ Rick laughed. ‘You have managed to make Mitchell shut up.’

‘You look absolutely gorgeous, Ames,’ Mitchell said and planted a kiss on her head.

‘I can say the same about you, Lana. You outdid yourself once again,’ Richard said, taking in the sight of Alana. Ben was staring at Lena and mumbled something along the lines of 'gorgeous' as well. He didn’t think he could be more in love than he already was.

The caretakers of the lodge had arrived with a splendid dinner that looked more like it was meant for ten people than just the six of them. It looked gorgeous and it smelled heavenly. They thanked the caretakers, took their seats at the table and dug in.

After dinner, they gathered around the fire. It was dark outside and the lights of the Christmas decorations softly lit the room. The fire crackled in the fireplace, throwing a soft light over their faces. It was warm and cozy in the room, as opposed to outside, where the snow covered the area and a cold wind was blowing snow against the lodge. Rick was going to tell his story and Amy couldn't wait. She cuddled up to Mitchel on the couch. She loved listening to Rick telling stories. His voice was so deep and calming and he always captured her full attention when he spoke.

Rick sat back in the chair and started telling the story as he had promised.

'It was late 1700s. As you know, I was a professor at Oxford University. I had read many books and gathered a lot of knowledge. I loved it with all my heart. But I saw the world change, or mostly, I read and heard about it and I started to feel my age. Back then, I was already considered an old man, you see.

Alana shifted in her seat, trying to suppress a laugh..

'Don't you dare Lana,' Rick warned her, shooting her a look.

'What? I wasn't going to say anything,' she smiled devilishly.

Amy grinned and Mitchell chuckled. Lena and Ben tried to suppress a laugh too.

'Remember, you're not much younger in human years than I am, love.' Rick stared at Alana for a moment and then he continued.

'So, as I felt my years, I realized that I would never be able to read all the books that I wanted, or gather more knowledge, or see all the art and artifacts that I had read about. I briefly dabbled in alchemy through a friend, but I didn't really believe in the elixirs that supposedly elongated your life and I sure didn't believe in immortality.'

'As I grew rather desperate and to be honest, depressed that my life was going to end too soon, I stumbled upon a witch. She in turn told me about the enemies of witches, vampires. The immortals. Although I didn't believe that immortality could be attained through elixirs, I was determined to find out everything I could about the immortal vampires and it became obvious to me that becoming a vampire would be a way to cheat death and extend my life, as it were.'

'It took me a while to find my way to the vampires that dwelt in and around Oxford. They were not easy to find. There were three of them and they were careful not to get caught. Oxford was, after all, a small place back then.'

'I didn't really know what I was getting into. All I could think of was an extended life and the books and knowledge and experiencing the changes which the world was going to see. I didn't think of what it would mean exactly, to be a vampire. I didn't think about the downsides.'

'I managed somehow, to get them to agree to turn me as opposed to being eaten by them. I was eager and wanted it done quickly. I went to their house, on the outskirts of town, and they turned me, for a price. I will spare you the details, but you know that you have to be almost dead to become a vampire, so erm.. I almost died that night and then I lived. That was in 1795.'

Rick stared into the fire. Everyone was quiet. The fire crackled seemingly louder than before.

Rick scraped his throat and continued.

'So, I got my wish. After a couple of horrible nights, I was back in my chambers as an immortal vampire. I hadn't thought about the 'rules', if you will, like having to be invited into private homes, the blood lust, the changed attitude, the changes to my body, like intolerance to sunlight at the start, not being able to attend mass and so on. But the biggest struggle was the blood lust and I knew that I couldn't stay without endangering my students and fellow professors, so I left. I had to leave my beloved Radcliffe and Bodleian libraries. The university halls, which were full of knowledge.'

'That must have been hard, ' Amy said quietly. 'Where did you go? '

'I went to London, ' Rick sighed. He took a sip of his whiskey and twirled the glass around, staring at it for a moment.

'London was a big place and it was easy to hide there. I went from place to place for a while, until I met with a group of other vampires. One of them taught me how to control the blood lust and I found myself relieved that I didn't have to kill people anymore to survive. I slowly came to terms with my new life and I built up a life as a private tutor for the rich. I started to enjoy gathering knowledge again and I slowly became grateful for my extended life.'

'But?' Ben said. 'I hear a 'but' in there.'

'Yeah, you are right, buddy, ' Rick sighed. 'it didn't sit well with me that I had killed people and when the war came, I thought I could somehow repay mankind by joining the war and fighting for them. The irony being that I was still killing people, so that wasn't really a solution either.'

'So I was your salvation?' Mitchell asked.

'Yeah, you were.' Rick looked at him and smiled slightly. 'By saving you, I felt like I had done something right. I don't know if I had, but it felt like it. '

'Well, I'm glad you turned me, ' Mitchell said. 'Otherwise, I would have died there and then and I would never have met Ames.' He squeezed her tight and planted a kiss on her lips.

'And we have not one, but two sappy vampires, ' Alana sighed and rolled her eyes.

'We're allowed to, Lana. It's almost Christmas after all. And I'm glad we are all here together to celebrate,' Rick said.

He raised his glass and said, 'Merry Christmas guys.'

Amy, Mitchell, Lena, Ben and Alana, followed his example, raised their glasses and said. 'Merry Christmas everyone.'

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How is that for a good ending! Everyone happy and enjoying Christmas together. Love all around and any worries and troubles forgotten.

Merry Christmas to my lovely readers too! I love you and your greatest gift to me are all the kudos and comments and likes and re-blogs and recommendations. It really makes writing fun. Thank you!

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[idreamofplaid]

Bigger Dreams

Square Filled: Photgrapher!Jensen for @spnchristmasbingo & Pregnancy for @spnfluffbingo

Characters: Jensen x Reader 

Rating: Teen

Summary: Sometimes dreams can change, and sometimes they can work out even more beautifully than you imagined.

Word Count: 2174

Created for @spnchristmasbingo & @spnfluffbingo

He would be home soon, and you’d be waiting for him by the door, well near it at least, with a cup of hot coffee spiked with Irish Cream. The barometer outside had dropped, just a little more and snow for Christmas was a possibility. The warmth in the cup would drive the chill out of him and put him in a better mood.

You heard Jensen’s key in the lock right on schedule. He always hurried home as soon as he could. Your relationship was still new, and you couldn’t get enough of each other. He smiled as soon as he saw you, closed the door, and crossed your tiny living room to join you on the sofa.

As he sat down, you held out his cup of coffee. He took it from you, letting his fingertips brush over yours as he did. “How was it today?” You started to massage his shoulders, working out the stress induced kinks there while you waited for his answer.

Jensen relaxed under your touch. “Three screamers, two criers, and one runner,” he answered, rolling his neck and making a contented sound. It was working; he was feeling better and letting the tension of the day fall away. 

You stopped massaging and let your hands rest on his shoulders. “I’m sorry, babe.” Jensen considered photography an art, his chosen artform; but it was hard to make a living as an artist. Until he was able to do that, he made a living in the much more lucrative world of family photography; and the holidays were the busiest time of year in that line of work. It seemed nearly every parent in the city decided it was necessary to dress their kids up in red velvet and have professional photographs made.

You could understand why they would want to do that, much better now. Absentmindedly, you ran your hand over your stomach. Jensen never said much about the kids he took pictures of, except how much he hated it. They wouldn’t sit still, wouldn’t smile, and the worst was when siblings started fighting. That could really “fuck up a schedule,” and the frequent result was an unhappy client with some expensive pictures of red faced kids.

It made what you needed to tell him that much harder. This pregnancy wasn’t planned, instead it was the result of a night of too many tequila shots that made the two of you careless, but from the first moment the doctor had verified there was a baby growing inside you; you’d loved your child. It was an instant and all consuming love. Problem was, you had no idea how Jensen felt about being a parent or how he was going to react.

The only time you’d ever talked about children was when he told you about the kids he worked with, and those conversations weren’t favorable. Maybe it’d be better to give him a chance to shower and change clothes. You could feed him and then tell him. 

Several minutes later, Jensen was wearing his favorite henley and a pair of jeans. You were putting the last of the dishes on the table as he walked up behind you and circled his hands around your waist. He kissed the side of your neck, then raised his head and scanned the table. “You outdid yourself tonight, babe.”

Jensen sat down and took another look at the spread in front of him. All his favorites were there. “When did you find time to do all this? Didn’t you have two auditions today?”

You hadn’t expected the conversation to take this kind of turn. Lying to him wasn’t an option. You just weren’t going to do that, but you had been hoping for more time to lead up to what you were going to say. Your finger played with the edge of your plate. “I did, but I cancelled them.” The roles you had planned on auditioning for weren’t for pregnant women.

Jensen stopped spooning potatoes onto his plate. “What is it, baby? Are you feeling okay?” Normally, nothing would cause you to miss an audition. Your desire to be an actress had been similarly as strong as Jensen’s was to make art through his photography. 

You moved your finger from your plate, opting to fiddle with the napkin on your lap instead. You smiled weakly at him. “I’m fine, Jensen. It’s just those parts aren’t right for me.” 

“What changed your mind, sweetheart? You were so excited about those auditions.” He looked down at your almost empty plate; morning sickness had started to set in. “Are you sick, Y/N?”

You paused for a second. “No, Jensen. I’m not sick.” Why was it so hard to say this? So many thoughts were swirling through your head. He had plans for his career, and you’d had plans for a career as well. Finding out you were going to be a mother immediately changed that for you, and you were happy to change your way of thinking. Visions of baby booties were now dancing through your head, and you were mentally making plans of how you wanted your baby’s nursery to look. 

Jensen’s eyes reflected the various colors of green like a prism, and those beautiful eyes now filled with concern. It was time to tell him the truth. “Jensen, I…” You stopped, took a breath, and tried again. “I know we haven’t talked about this, and I wasn’t trying. Jensen, I wasn’t. I promise I wasn’t.” Tears started to roll down your cheeks. 

He got up, walked around the table, and kneeled beside you. “Y/N, honey, what’s wrong? What are you talking about? Talk to me.” He reached for your hand and took it into his. 

You loved Jensen’s hands. They were broad and strong. Whenever he touched you, held you, it never failed to make you feel cherished and safe. This time was no different. 

With his other hand, Jensen reached up and brushed your cheek with his knuckles. He wiped away your tears as he did, and the words bubbled up past the knot in your throat. “Jensen, I’m pregnant.”

It took a couple of seconds for recognition to register in his mind. “A baby?” His eyes fell to your stomach, and his hand started to move toward it before he stopped it in mid air. Jensen looked to you, a softness now filling his eyes. “Can I?”

You took his hand and led it to your belly. “Of course you can.” 

His hand was warm, and even though he couldn’t feel anything at this point, Jensen’s eyes grew a little wider. “We’re having a baby?”

You didn’t let go of his hand, and Jensen made no effort to move it. You focused on his hand beneath yours and drew strength from it. “I want this baby, Jensen. I know you have so many plans, and this wasn’t one of them.”

The strength you had been feeling just a few moments earlier ebbed and faded away. You felt a fresh wave of emotions wash through you, and the tears started to flow again. “I don’t want to ruin your life and mess up everything you wanted. I’m sorry.”

Jensen wiped away more of your tears, but they were coming almost faster than he could brush them from your face. “Sweetheart, it’s okay. I want this baby too. This is incredible, Y/N.” He took you into his arms. It felt safe; he made you feel wanted, you and the baby. Or, was that just all in your mind because it was what you wanted to believe? Jensen stroked your hair for several minutes; not saying anything, just repeating the soothing motion of his hand over your hair.

Your tears turned into full blown sobs; the pregnancy hormones were already reeking havoc with your body. “You don’t like kids. You never said you wanted any.”

You were starting to sniffle and trying so hard to stop crying. You’d done this to yourself. You took the napkin Jensen handed you and tried to daintily blow your nose.

“Y/N, sweetheart, why do you think I don’t like kids?” One of his hands was resting on your knee and the other was cupping your cheek.

“B...because they stress you out so much. You come home from work tense and miserable most days” You clutched the used napkin tightly in your hand. 

Your eyes were still filled with tears, blurring his handsome face, but you could hear him clearly. “I like kids, Y/N. It’s just those kids I work with are unhappy because they don’t want to be there. They don’t want to wear the fancy, itchy clothes, and they don’t want to sit still. They want to run and play and laugh. Just be kids. I don’t want to be there either. Photography is art to me, not taking glorified snapshots. I want to take pictures that will hang in galleries, maybe even a museum one day.” 

His eyes focused on yours, and his voice grew gentle. “It doesn’t mean I don’t like kids. It means I’m frustrated with where my career is right now.” He smiled at you, and his eyes took on that reflective dreamy quality that had shown you the depths of this man and made you fall in love with him. “I knew I wanted to have kids with you almost immediately. I’ve never known a kinder person.You are going to be the most amazing mother. Our baby is the luckiest kid in the world. You’ll teach our baby to be a good person just like you.”

 He touched his lips to yours, kissing you in a way that was clearly beyond chaste, but it didn’t seek anything more than what you gave him in that kiss. When he pulled away, the glimmer of a tear was shining in his eye too. 

“I’ve got an idea,” he said excitedly as he stood. He came back with his camera in his hand. “Will you let me take your picture?”

“Jensen, I’m a mess.” You smoothed your hands over your hair, but that wasn’t going to help your tear stained face. 

“I’ll focus on your stomach this time.” He leaned in to kiss you again. “I want to capture every part of how beautiful you are through this whole process.”

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The Next December

It was the most festive and happiest of nights. One year ago, on this very day, you’d told Jensen you were pregnant. Now, you were holding your precious little daughter in your arms at her daddy’s first gallery opening. You watched him across the room, networking, making the contacts he would need to ensure he was never stuck in a job ever again that didn’t bring him happiness.

Jensen left the group he was talking with, walked over to you, and took Leigh from you. The way he smiled at her was like nothing you’d ever seen. “How’s daddy’s little angel?” He turned his attention to you, kissing your cheek. “Mommy looks gorgeous.”

You lowered your head. “Jensen.” He was making you blush like a schoolgirl, or maybe it was the pictures of you all over the room in various stages of your pregnancy. He had named the collection “The Blossoming of a Mother”. If you didn’t know you were the subject of those photographs, didn’t remember posing for him while he took them, or the way he’d made love to you after every single one of those photo sessions; you’d never believe they were pictures of you. You’d never known you could look like that. 

Jensen held Leigh in the bend of his arm, took your hand, and led you to one of the photographs. You were dressed only in a blush pink silk sheet that was billowing around you, one of your hands cradling your round stomach and the other on your breast. Jensen leaned in and whispered so only you would hear, “I’m keeping that one.”

You also lowered your voice to a whisper. “How do you feel about pictures of me being on other people’s walls, being in places where anyone can see them?” It wasn’t the first time you’d talked about it, but you wanted to hear him say it again. “It doesn’t bother me because I know they’re never going to see you the way I do, never hear those beautiful sounds you make when we’re together.”

You were blushing again. “Jensen, stop.”

He smiled at you with that sexy flirtiness he possessed glinting in his eyes. “I promise that’s not what you’ll be saying later tonight.”

You watched him turn and walk back across the room to a group of potential clients. He could certainly fill out a pair of dress pants. If you weren’t careful, Leigh would have a little brother or sister soon. A smile crossed your face as you observed him showing off his daughter to the gathered crowd of people, proving to you that she was an even bigger dream for him than his art. 

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[we-love-imagines]

Christmas Countdown Day Four: Frosty

During a very rough Holiday season, Giorno makes your first snowfall special.

Warning: Part 5 Spoilers, very canon divergent, some angst before the fluff!

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Where you come from, snow was a rarity at best. The air would grow cold during the winter, and the wind would blow a bit harder- but ultimately, snow never came. This always soured the holiday season for you, seeing the TV specials with Rudolph and Santa just made you feel bad. You’ve always wanted a white Christmas, but sometimes, the world wasn’t fair.

Until you met Giorno.

The mafioso himself didn’t have a good history with the holidays, either; his family life was rough, and that really stung during this time of year. It wasn’t until he joined the gang until he’d gotten a proper Christmas present. He’d never admit it to you, but he shed a few happy tears that night alone in his room. Bruno knew most of the members of his gang didn’t have a family to return to during the holidays, so he made sure everyone got a gift and a nice, warm breakfast on Christmas morning.

When Giorno joined, you’d already been apart of the gang for two years, you being one of the earlier members. You always looked forward to Christmas with Bruno, and when the newer members came along, you insisted on helping him get gifts. That escalated into essentially being co-party planner; you helped make breakfast, put up decorations, and with everything else that needed doing.

Last Christmas was a lot of fun, you remember. You and Bruno outdid yourselves, the villa you were all sharing full of bring lights and tasty food. You couldn’t believe your eyes, but Abbachio was caught smiling on multiple occasions, and Narancia looked so happy when you got him the newest Tupac album he wanted so badly.

That was their last Christmas.

After everything that happened with the boss, your happy little family was now three members short. As everyone grieved, you and Giorno found comfort with each other, eventually connecting enough to start going steady, but by no means were you okay. The remaining team members, now including Trish, were planning on spending Christmas morning at the villa- but when you arrived there a few days before to start decorating, you realized you weren’t ready to go back yet.

Using his immense wealth as the new Don of the mafia, Giorno decided everyone involved in the Boss’ fiasco needed a well-deserved break, and payed for everyone to stay at a secure cabin in Switzerland for a few days. Everyone was excited, and when you arrived, everyone took some much needed time to unwind. There was a bit of a divide-and-conquer mentality among the cabin’s patrons, each person retreating to a different corner of the structure so they could get some much needed peace and quiet. However, you and Giorno tended to stay together, taking the time to enjoy each other’s company before work started up again.

After a day or two, you began to feel a little blue. It was nice to live with Mista and Fugo again, but you missed them so much. They would have loved this. Narancia would have loved to go skating in town, and Abbachio would’ve wanted to taste the local cuisine. You could practically picture Bruno right now, all swaddled up in his tacky holiday sweater setting up his little nativity scene in the kitchen. He was always kitschy like that.

“Amore, are you alright?” Giorno asked you, pulling you out of your thoughts. You were completely phased out, taking in the surroundings you forgot you were in. Giorno had his arm wrapped around you as you both watched the TV, a fluffy blanket lazily draped over you as the chilly air in the living room surrounded you.

“I’m okay,” you murmured, swallowing the sad feeling in your gut, “I’m just- thinking about them.”

He nodded at your words, his brows knitting as he slightly held you a little tighter.

“...Bruno always loved this time of year, huh?” he spoke gently, selecting his words thoughtfully as not to upset you. Knowing how volatile you could be whenever they were mentioned, he always tried his best to speak with you calmly rather than get apologetic. 

“Christmas was our thing,” you smile slightly, thinking back to your beloved leader, “I’ll never forget your face when we gave you that present. It took forever to wrap.”

“Y’know, I kept the bow,” he grins at you as you get a warm feeling in your chest, “It was too nice to be tossed away. I could tell you worked really hard on it.”

“You’re so cheesy sometimes, Giogio!” you lightly tease, a small laugh escaping your lips before your mind sank back to your fallen friends. 

“Did I ever tell you about my first Christmas with Passione?” you asked him with a sigh, Giorno taking your hand as he shook his head.

“It was just me, Bruno, and Fugo back then,” you began, remembering the quiet night the three of you shared, “Me and Fugo were just clueless kids Bruno picked up off the street, we wouldn’t even meet Leone for another month or so. It was a nice evening, we all ate dinner together and watched Frosty the Snowman.”

You couldn’t hide the smile on your face as you continued, “At some point during the movie, Fugo started complaining on how it never snowed in Naples. Apparently his family had a private ski lodge somewhere, and he missed the heavy snow. When I told the two of them I had never seen snow before, Fugo called me ignorant.”

“You haven’t?” he mused, a little smile creeping in his face, “Haven’t seen snow, I mean?”

“Not even once,” you shrugged, “But Bruno promised me he’d make a snowman with me. He’d always keep a spare scarf and hat by the door just in case.”

Finally meeting Giorno’s gaze again, your sad eyes met his mischievous ones. You wanted to be mad at him- you were clearly upset, while his face seemed pleased- but when you turned around to see what he was looking at, you nearly screamed.

Through the living room window, you could see little snowflakes gently falling toward the ground, which had quickly blanketed into a thick sheet of snow. Jumping off the couch like a child, you scampered over to the window, pressing your hands up against the window. Unable to stop yourself, you reach for the door, letting in a crisp breeze as you fling the door open. Giorno calls out to you from the couch, but you couldn’t hear him.

Running down the steps of the porch, your nose already turning red, you shakily reach a hand out as you let the little snowflakes land into your palm. You’re surprised at how quiet it is; the pitter-patter you expected was absent, only the sound of your breathing and footsteps behind you.

“You forgot your coat, (y/n)!” Giorno laughed, sliding a thick, wooly jacket over your shoulders. You don’t turn around to look at him, but you hear a happy sigh escape his lips as you adjust the garment around you.

When he clears his throat, you finally turn to face him, your eyes lighting up as you see a familiar hat and scarf in hands. You gasped, bringing your hands up to your face as you tried to fight back little tears.

“I remember Bruno telling me about his little promise last Christmas,” he admitted, letting you take the old, raggedy scarf in your hands, “Seeing as this is Switzerland, I got a feeling you’d need them.”

You practically leapt at him, holding him close as the snow swirled around you. In retrospect, you should have thanked him in that moment, but no words were exchanged; you didn’t have to say anything, because he knew this meant more to you than anything else.

You loosened your grip on your lover before giving him the brightest smile he’d seen since last Christmas.

“Shall we?”

You two made a simple, yet charming little snowman in the yard that day, thinking on how they would have loved this. Watching over the two of you, they certainly did.

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[crimsonheart01]

The Jackpot Question (Fred Weasley x Female!Reader)

A/N: I love Fred so much that I couldn’t write just one for him! Here’s another Freddie for y’all. 

Prompt: 18. “Wanna go skating in Central Park?” 

Word Count: 1.5K Words

Playlist: What’re You Doing New Years Eve? - Nancy Wilson [Spotify] [YouTube]

Warnings: Some alcohol consumption, but nothing but fluff, fluff and more fluff! 

“But in case, I stand one little chance Here comes the jackpot question in advance What are you doing New Year’s? New Year’s Eve?” What’re You Doing New Year’s Eve? – Nancy Wilson

Fred found her with her back leaning against the railing while she stared up and the dancing sugarplums, and they had enchanted all over the ceiling. He eyed the empty champagne flute hanging in her hand, and he smiled. With a swift twirl of his wand, he had it refilling and, in turn, subtly alerting her to his presence. He paused on the top step, taking his time to appreciate her standing there. He watched as a smile spread across her lips with the filling of her glass.

Taking her time, she lifted the flute to her mouth and took a long sip before casting a sideways glance over at him. She winked at him, and he chuckled. Running his hand on the opposite bannister, he stepped up towards her, he raised his glass to hers, and she inclined hers so that they made a small clink as they connected.

“You certainly outdid yourself this year, Freddie.” She complimented.

Their gazes met, and he held out his other hand to her. She accepted his offer and laid her free hand in his. He clasped his fingers around hers and squeezed.

He grinned, “High praise coming from you, my wallflower.”

She laughed and pushed away from the railing and into him. He readjusted to tuck her into his side. Together they both looked down at the remaining guests. The party had started to wind down now that the new year was officially upon them. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up close to her favourite twin. Fred seemed to be one of the only people who understood her need for quiet socializing.

She loved a good party, she loved a good prank, but she preferred to experience them from the sidelines. Being the centre of attention was never where she wanted to be. Thus, why she spent the majority of her evening up here on the walkway. She got to experience the whole party but at a distance where she wasn’t being pulled in several directions and conversations.

“Thank you for coming out,” Fred murmured into her ear after draining the rest of his champagne.

Turning into him, she pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Thanks for inviting me.”

His grip on her tightened at her affection and tone, signalling her that he wasn’t ready to let the night end. He stepped around her, lining her against the railing while keeping a tight hold on her hips. He nuzzled into her neck, breathing in the smell of her perfume.

“I don’t want to say goodbye yet,” He murmured against her skin.

She shivered as his breath cascaded down the column of her neck. She waved her hand to vanish both their drinks and wrapped both her hands around his shoulders. She ducked her head down to rest against the side of his.

“Oi, Gred!” A similar voice came from below them, calling them out of their intimate moment. Shifting slightly, they both looked down to find George smirking up at the two of them, “Angie and I are closing up the shop.”

Neither of them had noticed that everyone had filed out, gone home, except for them.

Fred nodded and called back, “Alright, Forge.”

Angie winked up at the two of them as George wrapped an arm around her shoulders, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” George sing-songed, as he retreated through the back door with Angie, tucked snugly into his side.

“That’s not saying much!” Fred hollered back, causing all four of them to laugh.

George and Angie’s laughter faded, leaving it only him and her chuckling under their breath. Fred stroked one hand across her hip and then down the inside of her arm before lacing his fingers together with hers. Following his lead, they took the stairs down back into the central part of the shop. Fred was casting numerous spells and charms in their wake, shutting everything down.

As they walked towards the front of the shop, Fred locked up and put up the corresponding wards to keep everything safe. He turned to begin leading her to the back, where they’d inevitably part ways, but she wasn’t ready to say goodbye either. She wanted to spend more than the first few minutes of the new year with him.

She tugged back on his hand, causing him to glance at her over his shoulder. She smirked at him, her teeth biting down on her lower lip. She’d just had a perfect idea.

He raised his eyebrows at her, “I know that look. What do you have up your sleeve?”

“If you could go back in time, and experience tonight all over again, what would you differently?” She asked, baiting him.

He turned around to face her fully and pouted in thought. After a long moment, he shrugged, “I don’t think I’d change a thing. I got to ring in the new year with my friends, my family, and you.”

His voice softened as he spoke of her and her heartbeat wildly in her chest. She gripped his hand tighter and pulled him closer, their noses only a centimetre apart. She could hear as he swallowed at their close proximity, but she didn’t falter.

“Tonight was wonderous, but if there was one thing I’d change,” She murmured, “It would be to spend more time with you. The two of us.”

He nodded, understanding what she was getting at. Or at least what he thought she was getting at. He didn’t want to be too hopeful. This was their first official date, after all. It didn’t matter that he’d been head over heels with her for the better part of a year.

“Ok,” He breathed, “How do you suppose we adjust the evening? Are you hiding a time-turner under that dress of yours?”

She let out a huff of laughter and shook her head, “No, but wanna go skating in Central Park?”

He did a double-take, leaning back as he took in her expression. He couldn’t figure out if she was joking or not. She laughed at the incredulous look on his face, and that’s when he realized she wasn’t taking the mickey.

“International apparition is illegal,” He responded before thinking.

Her eyebrows shot up at his response, and she pushed back away from him. He frowned on the loss of her warmth, but she didn’t stray too far.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” She waved one hand as she spoke, hitting him with a playful glare, “I thought I was talking to one of the infamous Weasley Twins.”

It wasn’t often that he found himself rivalled for mischief, and even then, it was almost always George. He opened his mouth to respond, although he was still unsure how but she cut him off.

“Who knew that something as insignificant as the law would stop Fred Weasley, a war hero, from enjoying the little things in life.”

This time he scoffed, challenged. He reached out for her, curling her into his arms.

“If skating in Central Park is what you want to do, then skating in Central Park is what we’ll do.”

Without any hesitation, he set the final wards of the shop up, concentrated on their destination and spun on his heel. Illegal transportation be damned.

They popped up in the brush of Central Park, thankfully shrouded by the trees and the darkness of the evening. With a round of laughter, the two of them transfigured their outfits to something more fitting to the snowy winter night of New York City.

Wrapping her gloved hand around one of his, she pulled him out of their hiding place and began trotting down towards the path. He tripped over his feet to catch up, only to knock into her gently when she stopped to ask for directions. The older couple who spotted the two of them smiled as they watched them run off in the direction of the skating rink.

Together they explored the foreign city. Skating, drinking hot chocolate and mulled wine, then finding themselves smack dab in the middle of the second celebration of the new year. They stood hand in hand, staring up at the vast, illuminated ball. Everyone around them gearing up for the inevitable countdown. Snow began to fall again, this time in large fluffy flakes. She looked up to admire it as it came down.

Caught up in the moment, she turned to Fred beside her and smiled over at him. The ten-second countdown had started around them, but this wasn’t their first time. They’d already done this earlier in the evening.

“Happy New Year, Fred,” She whispered.

Fred beamed at her, brushing a few snowflakes out of her hair, “Happy New Year.”

The city around them erupted into chaos, but neither of them cared about it. They stood in the center of Times Square, caught up in each other. If you asked them who instigated the embrace, neither of them could say for sure. All that they knew was that within a moment, they were kissing accompanied by whistles, hollering and clapping.

Celebrating two new years consecutively, together. A tradition they would continue for the years to follow.

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley imagines #harry potter imagines #harry potter imagine #12 days of ficmas 2020 #holiday prompts

[tsoaaron]

I just finished tbosas and LET ME JUST SAY wow. You outdid yourself Suzie girl. The way she built this plot was so good and I found myself actually rooting for snow at first, which I hated. Part of me always likes a tortured soul, so I started to fantasize that maybe he didn’t like being such a dick as a president, but then she made me feel alright about still hating him lmao and I was allll gooooooodddd

#tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #sejanus plinth #thg #the hunger games

[jinned]

seasonal | seokjin

pairing: seokjin x female reader

genre: fluff

au: domestic relationship, slice of life

rating: pg

word count: 931

warnings: the briefest mentions of seasonal depression, y/n has been in a slump but this is super fluffy

a/n: this is my third drabble from @bangtan-dreamland’s Drinks & Drabbles Game! Here’s the original post –> here! a lot of authors are participating in this event so go check them out!

 @bangtiddies​ said: hello beanie baby i come to order jin + hot chocolate + can they also be drinking hot choco? it's winter and cold down here so some soft 🥺 warmth pls 🥺 also i lob you bby

emi! thank you so much for requesting this! i hope this brings a little warmth over to you :) ily

The tip of your nose scrunches against the sharp bite of the winter winds. Warmth from your cup radiates through your gloved hands, bringing them up towards your face to feel the steam of the hot chocolate under your chin. A smile naturally pulls on your face as you breath in the rich chocolate scents.

The balcony attached to your bedroom has newly strung fairy lights weaving around the white painted posts. Battery operated candles are also placed carefully around the floor, accompanied by a thick woven picnic blanket. Of course, since no pillow could possibly be appropriate to place on the ground outside, even on a balcony, the cushions from the patio furniture is used instead. And it's quite comfy.

"I'll admit it," you sigh with a smile, turning to your boyfriend who's looking up at the stars peeking out from the darkening clouds, "you really outdid yourself this time."

Seokjin turns to you and mirrors your smile, his own cup of hot chocolate cupped tightly in his hands. The tips of his ears are starting to turn red despite the proud smile he carries. You know all too well that it's not the cold turning those ears a different color.

"It just seemed like you needed something special," he says simply, yet sincerely. And it's true. Winter came around and brought a heavy weight with it that just seemed to rest on your body. Everything has seemed more gloomy lately and it's been harder to be thankful for the little things. Seokjin has been the only thing keeping you grounded lately. With stolen glances throughout the weeks and finding little notes throughout your apartment, it's hard not to smile about that.

Still holding your cup, you lean forward and press your forehead to Seokjin's, closing your eyes as your skin touches. It immediately sends a comfortable warmth inside your entire body and you hope he can sense that you're trying to convey how thankful you are for him.

Seokjin tilts his chin down and sneaks a quick kiss onto your lips, lingering only for a short second before his nose brushes against yours. He smiles widely as he continues the Eskimo kiss. And how could you not shake your head a little more vigorously than you should have? The playful smacks to his nose just make you laugh. It feels like you haven't laughed genuinely like this in a long time.

"Sometimes I feel guilty you know. You do so much for me. I really need to step my game up." You laugh, but it's more from the nerves.

"Y/n," Seokjin laughs more with ease, "I love you. I don't do all of this to receive anything in return. I do it to make you happy, which, by the way, you do plenty to make me happy. Even in your darkest times." He sets his hot chocolate down on the ground and scoots closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him.

You rest your head against his chest, feeling the calming rhythm of his heartbeat. "Like what?"

"Well. The other day? When you were stressed about one of your exams? You still took the time to fold all of my laundry, even though I said I'd do it when I got home."

"It just didn't seem fair for you to be at work all day and have to come home to more chores when I was home," you grumble.

Seokjin's smile is brighter than before as he chuckles at your response. "Fine. Then how about last week? You went to the store to buy more hair ties, right? But what else did you come home with?"

You look away from him, feeling embarrassed by the sudden praise.

"Y/n. You bought all of my favorite snacks. I didn't ask you to get those. You did it on your own. All of these little things are just as important, if not more, than bigger gestures like this. It shows me that even when you're feeling low, you still think about me. How could someone not feel loved when they come home to all of their favorite snacks lined up for them on the counter?

"Don't forget, Y/n. Relationships aren't always fifty-fifty. If you're feeling like you're at twenty percent, then I need to step up and be the eighty percent we need- and no! Before you try to interject and say 'that's not fair!' it's how relationships work! When I'm not at my best, you step up as well! You need to give yourself more credit." His hand rubs up and down the length of your upper arm as you take another sip of hot chocolate to avoid saying anything. You wish you had his optimism. And sometimes you wish you could see yourself the way he sees you.

"Oh look!" Seokjin eagerly points out, his other hand gripping your shoulder tighter. "It's starting to snow!"

You watch as the flakes slowly start to fall from the dark grey clouds. It didn't snow this winter, oddly enough. Considering how winter is nearing its end, this might be the first and last snow of the season.

Seokjin places a warm hand against your cheek. He must have just taken his glove off because his hand burns with warmth. It's soothing against your cheek and you lean into his touch. He strokes your skin lovingly with his thumb and kisses your temple before wrapping you fully with both arms.

"Don't worry, Y/n," he whispers into your hair. "Spring is just around the corner."

𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

© all rights reserved. do not copy, modify, translate, or repost. Jintobean 06/20/20

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[matildaofoz]

Memento Mori Pt. 2 (Michael Langdon  x Fem!Death!Reader)

Summary:  After having sent Michael on his merry way to The Church of Satan, Death believes it's time to reveal herself before Jeff and Mutt can screw up the one good plan they came up with between them with their last remaining brain cell.

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Your black stiletto heals clicked along the shiny white floors in the entry hall of Kineros Robotics, your equally black cape dress swished with every calculated step you took. What could you say, you loved the color.

It had been incredibly easy to enter the building and make it past the security guards. You didn't even have to slip into their minds, they were so entranced by your outward appearance alone, eating up your words while your invisible hands logged a private meeting at the same time Jeff and Mutt were meeting with Michael into the system.

You were so incredibly seductive to mere mortals, you mused, one corner of your lip quirking upward. Admittedly, the form you chose was nothing short of show-stopping. The (Y/C/H) glossy hair and (Y/C/E) eyes, paired with a feminine figure, graceful valleys and hills only accentuated by the form fitting dress you were currently wearing was your favorite out of all them. You glanced sideways at yourself in one of the countless full floor glass panes along the corridor as you made your way to the reception. You looked so wonderfully alive and the paradox wasn't lost on you.

You turned the corner and laid eyes on the figure sitting in front of a desk, devoid of any individualism and even you couldn't shove the proverbial stick up her backside further if you tried. Your gaze leveled at the red-haired woman, you approached the podium she resided on, coming to stand right at the edge of the table. She sensed you before she saw you, yet she refused to look up from whatever menial task she was currently engrossed in.

You remained silent, looming over her, still as stone. In a fight of wills, you always won. She finally glanced up over sickeningly purple rimmed glasses and took you in.

"Who are you and how did you get up here?" her voice condescending as she mustered you. You let her eyes glide over your black ensemble, baring teeth disguised as a bright smile.

"I have an appointment with Mr. Nutter and Mr. Pfister," you replied matter-of-fact. The irony of their names wasn't lost on you.

"No, you don't. I am in charge of all their appointments and I would have remembered you," she countered, distaste on her tongue.

"Oh, but I do. The reason you weren't made aware is because it's...well, classified," you retorted punctuating the last word, slowly but surely losing your patience with the woman. You watched as her nostrils flared ever so slightly at the remark. It was too easy to rile somebody like her up. Underachieving, overzealous and desperate to be taken seriously.

"Do check your calendar. I'm sure you'll find it," you encouraged her, now smiling coyly.

With a huff, she dragged her mouse on the screen to open the calendar. A moment of confusion flitted across her face that quickly passed to anger and finally trepidation. She cleared her throat in a desperate attempt to compose herself.

"Y-yes...you are right. Ms. (Y/L/N)?" she asked, suddenly so unsure of herself. If that was all it took to shake her tough exterior, there was little hope. Quicker than you had expected, she stood, producing a cane from behind her chair.

"Please, follow me," she said, her back rigid and it wasn't from her scoliosis that you could make out beneath her pressed blazer but embarrassment.

"Lead the way," you replied, motioning her to walk in front of you with a cocked eyebrow and a smile. If only she knew who she was sassing a moment earlier. Time and place you, reminded yourself as there were more pressing matters at hand. The impending apocalypse to be exact.

"Oh, before I forget, what's your name? I didn't catch it earlier," you inquired, walking a few steps behind her, hands clasped loosely behind your back as you sauntered down the long hallway.

"I-I never told you. I am Ms. Venable," she replied, her cane missing a beat at the question. She stopped in her tracks at the fault, clearly becoming more and more flustered by your presence. Good, you thought. She may not know it, but she could feel it.

"I think I can take it from here, it's the door on the right I presume?" you asked, stopping but a foot behind her. You may have been a little shorter than her in this human form, yet your presence towered over her, like an impending thunderstorm about to break.

"Y-yes, that's the one,"she confirmed, turning around to face you. There it was, clear as day on her face. The hint of recognition. Fear crept up her arms. She didn't know why she felt it, yet you did. You had met her before, caressed her cheek with invisible fingers when she was barely 12 years old, after the third operation to fix her spine left her flat- lining on the operating table. In that state between life and death she had seen your true form and she recognized it now in a dark crevice of her mind.

"Thank you, Ms. Venable, you are too kind. I can take it from here," you chided, your eyes looking past hers and into her soul. You wouldn't claim it today, no, that day way still a ways off but you enjoyed seeing it under these circumstances nonetheless.

Wordlessly she past you, her cane shaking slightly as she stalked off back to her throne. You felt the tears prick at her eyes.

“They've been waiting for the Antichrist. You just tell them what you want and when you want it and they have to do it. They're basically like your army, dude," you heard one of the men who didn't yet know they had an impromptu meeting with you, exclaim.

You walked closer to the big glass doors, listening.

"Well what am I supposed to do with them? If magic wasn't enough to bring around the end times-“ Michael began but Mutt interrupted him.

"No, no,no ,no you don't need magic to destroy the world bro, not when you have science,“ he explained gleefully.

"And humanity," Jeff intercepted. "People suck. They're selfish and short-sighted, all anyone cares about is immediate gratification,“ Jeff continued, snorting a line of cocaine to enunciate his point. All you could do was roll your eyes. These two were so laughable cliché and couldn't help but scoff as you overheard that last tidbit of their conversation. Dumb and dumber weren't ideal but despite their coked-out brains, they had actually managed to come up with a half decent plan. Michael at the head of the Cooperative would give him disposal of everything necessary. Deciding to make your presence known, you waltzed through the open doors, clapping slowly as you walked down the steps.

"Great job boys, you really outdid yourselves. Who would've thought two snow ploughs like you even have enough brain cells left to remember how to breathe, let alone come up with a half decent plan. I'm impressed."

At your footsteps, Jeff and Mutt had perked up, alarm in their face, looking from you, to each other and to Michael who still sat leaned back in his chair with his back to you.

“Who the fuck are you?" Mutt said, a scowl on his face at the insult, glancing at Jeff who looked just as perplexed at you showing up in their lab uninvited. You came to stand beside Michael's chair, your close proximity making him look up.

"Consider me...a stakeholder," you replied matter-of-factly, your fingers grazing the beveled glass edge of the table.

"You're no stakeholder. We own the entire company down to the last urine cake'" Jeff shot back with a shit-eating grin.

“Fucking right on, bro!” Mutt yelled, fist bumping the blonde.

"Not in your abysmally piss-poor sex-doll workshop disguised as a robotics company," you scoffed, disgust in your voice. Their shoulders slumped at your clap-back.

"The Apocalypse." You looked down at Michael then, winking. He seemed less confused about why you were here and more with what you where. You could feel him trying to slither into your mind, barely scratching at the surface, a mere tickle. He had so much to learn. With a flick, you shoved him off. His eyes narrowed then, clearly not used to somebody beating him at his own game.

“Who are you?” he asked low.

“Excellent question!” you answered him, walking around the back of his chair to place your hands on the backrest. Effortlessly, you swiveled him around to face you, as you began to pace.

"How about we make this fun, a riddle perhaps?" you mused looking down at your perfectly manicured nails as you stopped in the middle of the lab, a saccharine smile on your lips.

"I am alive yet to not breathe. I am ancient yet seductive to all men. You fear me and yet you crave me in your darkest hour. I am inevitable."

Your words hung in the air and you watched their faces, the cogs turning inside their heads. Michael watched you, his icy blue eyes searching your (Y/E/C) ones. Play along, you sing-sang mentally, staring him down with a mischievous glint.

"Thanos...You're Thanos?" Jeff muttered incredulously after a while and looked at Mutt for confirmation and the little stare-off between you and Michael was broken. Your smile dropped, your eyes snapping to the blonde muppet with a deadpan expression. What had you expected from somebody with a haircut like his. Clearly too much.

"Think again, peabrain," you retorted. The lights in the room began to flicker, the halogen bulb directly above you cracking, threatening to explode. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to compose yourself.

Jeff gulped audibly at your display and began furiously whispering with Mutt behind his hand, both of them wracking their brain for the obvious solution. Definitely too much coke, you thought.

“Death,” Michael said and solved your little riddle with a satisfied smirk, eyes lit up. Smart boy, you praised him, unspoken. A tiny blush crept up to bloom over his marvelous cheekbones at your words of praise. Over the past couple of months he had matured, the last remaining fat in his cheeks dissolving to give way to chiseled features. He was beautiful, you had to admit but then again, he was the son of Lucifer. You'd expected nothing short of awe-inspiring.

“It wasn't hard,” he remarked, the smirk spreading over his plump lips as he lent back in the chair, knees falling outward. Man-spreading, were we, you chuckled at his cocky display. He still had so much to learn.

“So clever, hmm?” you lulled, striding up to him to stand between his knees in a blink. Michael didn't flinch at your sudden proximity.

“Perhaps a little too much for your own good, boy wonder,” you berated, bending at the waist to whisper in his ear, sending chills flitting down his spine. You lifted you hand from behind your back, your index finger coming to rest under his angular chin, tilting it up so he would look you in the eyes, bare inches from his. Jeff and Mutt, utterly flabbergasted on the other side of the table completely forgotten by both you and him.

“I think it's high time we had a little chat. After all, the last time we met, you weren't in the best shape, crying for daddy dereast on the cold forest floor, were you now?” Michael's eyes widened at your words, finally recognizing your aura from the woods. He wasn't sure what he had felt that day the visions came, ultimately leading him to the Church of Satan. He was taken aback momentarily, drawing in a deep breath, bewildered, then his face morphed into a scowl at your revelation. How dare you make him look weak in front of his followers.

“Now, now, Michael. You'll get wrinkles and you're far too pretty for that,” you remarked, looking down at him through thick lashes, your fingers smoothing over the deep lines furrowed between his brows. So soft. He really was a sight to behold, all riled up and flustered. You stood back up, smoothing over your skirt.

“I don't know about you but all this talk about the apocalypse has me positively starving. Let's continue this over dinner, shall we?” you asked without waiting for an awsner from him and sauntered over to the glass doors, your hand coming to rest on the handle as you waited, patiently, yet again, for Michael to catch on.

“Go, dude! You heard the Lady...errr Death,” Jeff urged Michael, who was taken aback by your brazen display of power. He didn't like it when people made him look weak and yet he needed to know more about you and why you were in the woods that day.

Curiousity finally killed the cat and he stood to walk up to you.

“Fine. But you owe me awsners,” he bit, hands clenched at his sides. You laughed, loud.

“I don't owe you jack shit sweety, but keep telling yourself that. Now get a move one, we are on the clock.” Without looking back at the blonde antichrist, you walked out the door, spring in your step, your heels clicking on the ground in staccato. Michael turned to look back at the two men briefly, their mouths agape before huffing and jogging after you.

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[mikkomacko]

Sweet As Honey 11

Harry had heard a sniffle like that before. He'd heard the unmistakable hiccup of her crying, and the stuttering breathes of her heart aching. But he had never come home to her in such a state.

It's normal to come home to her curled up in his bed, with one of his hoodies and sweatpants on. Sometimes she'd be asleep, or she'd have a movie on like she does right now. However, she's never sat on his bed, body jerking with hiccups against his pillow she's holding, and tears streaming down her red cheeks.

"Darling," he gasps softly, dropping his gym bag at the foot of his bed and kneeing his way up the duvet to where she's huddled against the headboard. He plops down facing her, crossing his legs and reaching forward to cup her face in his left hand. He pushes her hair out of her face with the other, wiping at the tears on her cheeks. "hey," he rouses when she doesn't respond. "what's going on? What's the matter?"

His heart pounds in his chest, spreading panic throughout his body until his stomach is twisting uncomfortably and his head is spinning. It doesn't help when y/n meets his eyes, sniffling harshly, and biting at her wobbly bottom lip. Harry doesn't know if she's not answering because she doesn't want to, or if she can't speak around the harsh breaths and hiccups leaving her lips.

She whimpers heartbreakingly when he lodges his hand under her thighs, pulling her into his lap. Without hesitation her legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his middle, and her head falls against his shoulder. Harry rubs his palm between her shoulder blade and cups her bum in the other, patting his fingers rhythmically. To his dismay, she still says nothing. Her tears soak into his sweatshirt, and her snot and breath stain his neck but he doesn't care because it's y/n, and she's always taken care of him, and he loves her.

Harry lets her cry, doing all he can to soothe her by rubbing away the knots on her back and pressing kiss after kiss to the crown of her head. "You're okay baby, we're okay. I've got ya and I'll never let anything hurt ya." He soothes, feeling a little calmer with her against his chest. There's no safer place for her to be then right next to the heart that beats for her.

She's squished against him so tightly he's sure she's having a tough time breathing and her hiccups aren't doing her any favors, but he can still hear her when she finally speaks. "P-papa's sick,"

Another round of blubbering cuts her off, body raking with sobs. Harry does nothing to shush her. He holds her, absorbing her heartbreaking whimpers and trying to ignore the sadness seeping into his own heart. Yeah he loves y/n's grandfather, he's the main reason Steve and Marie approve of Harry now, but he's y/n's grandfather. It hurts him, but it sure as hell hurts her a lot more. Besides, he doesn't even know how sick Papa is.

Eventually, the tv gets stuck on Netflix's 'still watching' screen, and Harry's feet go numb, and y/n's cries fade into shakey breathes. She rubs against his shoulder like a kitten, yawning dejectedly, and he decides it's bedtime for them. They can talk about Papa in the morning.

He manages to keep y/n in his lap as he manuevers to the end of the bed and rises, holding her a bit tighter. Her legs and arms lock around him like a baby koala, keeping steady while he uses one hand to tug down the blankets on the bed and rearrange the pillows.

She's reluctant, clinging to his shirt when he lays her on the bed. "S'okay," Harry assures. "s'all ok darling. Getting in bed with ya, I promise."

Her fingers unlatch from his shirt, falling limp on her tummy, and she looks up at him through wet eyelashes and bleary eyes. Harry quickly wiggles out of his pants and tugs off his shirt, keeping his gaze locked on y/n. It's heartbreaking seeing her hurt, but Harry can't help but coo over her. It's usually the other way around with them. Harry always curled up under the covers and drenched in tears while y/n holds him and comforts him. He's just grateful that he gets to take care of her in return.

"Harry,"

"Coming baby," Harry murmurs, climbing over her with a brief pause to kiss her forehead before falling to the mattress next to her. She rolls into his side, laying her head on the inside of his bicep and latching her limbs around him like she had before. He tilts his down to look at her, wiping at the blotchy cheek of hers that's not pressed to his skin.

"What if something bad happens to him?"

His heart throbs at the fear in her voice. He knows how much Papa means to her. He was her babysitter after school up until she was 16. He taught her and Louis to play soccer. He gave her her first art kit when she was a kid. He took her to her first baseball game. He's been get biggest supporter and fan of her work up until Harry came around, and even then he sometimes outdid Harry. Papa is her hero.

"I can't lay here and tell you nothing will happen," he murmurs, brushing his thumb over her cheekbone. "because we don't know. But I can promise you that you'll always have me. I'll take ya to baseball games and I'll paint with ya and I'll always always always love and take care of ya."

Her bottom lip wobbles, but she still manages to give him a tiny albeit grateful smile. "You promise?"

"Course I promise," he grins, endeared by the pleading look in her eyes. She really thinks he'd ever do anything but care for her? "M'marrying ya. Hope you wouldn't marry someone who wouldn't take care of ya."

She giggles wetly, tears welling up again. Harry knows not to panic this time. She's safe in his arms and he knows crying it all out will make her feel better. He cups the back of her head, pulling her closer to peck her forehead.

"S'okay to cry baby. You'll feel a little better after," she wiggles closer to him until she's practically burrowed in his neck. "and you always sleep so good after you cry too."

True to his word, y/n cries herself out until she's foggy and heavy with sleep, curled up on Harry's warm chest while he plays with her hair. He stays awake for a bit longer, watching The Office through bleary eyes just in case she wakes up still crying. And in the morning, when she wakes up with puffy eyes and a headache, eyes still blurry with tears, he runs her a warm bath and takes her for a cruise to Benny's Drive In, swearing that he's going to spend every day for the rest of his life pampering her. Papa or not, he'll make sure she still has someone to call her hero.

~

The tile is cold under Harry's bare feet, despite the heater being set on high, and he huffs because he should have just brought a pair of socks down with him when he first got up. As if knowing what he's thinking, y/n giggles from her spot on the floor.

"Why don't you come sit by the fire with us?"

Harry shrugs, setting his tea mug on the coffee table and slipping down to the carpet next to y/n and Arlo. Arlo squeals happily, grinning at Harry as he wobbles on chubby legs, y/n holding his little hands to keep him from falling. He's just recently taught himself to stand up with the help of the couch or coffee table or the legs of whoever's closest. He reaches for Arlo's hands, y/n happily passing him over and then gripping his torso to help him wobble over to Harry.

"Look at you bug!" Harry cheers, feeling a little watery at the sight of his baby now standing. "Gettin' so big aren't ya?"

Arlo giggles, happy to have Harry's attention (he's always greedy when it comes to Harry), and bounces up and down. Harry laughs, heart mushy when y/n lays her head on his shoulder and traces her fingers up and down his thigh. He's glad y/n's pregnant, because he can't imagine how sad it'd make him feel to see Arlo growing up without knowing for sure that they'd be doing the baby thing again.

"Snowing cats and dogs out there." Gemma says, making her presence in the living room known. Harry glances at her, offering a nod in good morning and mentally agreeing that it's snowing quite a bit outside. They went to bed last night to the beginning of tiny flakes and woke up this morning to a blanket of snow and big fluffy flakes still falling.

"I don't think that's the saying Gem." Anne says lightly, following her eldest into the living room. Both Harry and y/n chuckle, Arlo picking up on the sound and letting out a laugh of his own.

"Well good morning Mr. Arlo!" Gemma gasps, sitting on the couch closest to the fireplace.

"Hi," Arlo babbles, a little string of drool dripping down his chin. Y/n laughs, using the bib around his neck to wipe it off.

"He's awful happy this morning." Anne comments, knowing that Arlo's usually quiet and grumpy in the morning, a gift passed onto him from his mother.

"That's 'cause he slept with daddy last night, huh?"

Arlo bounces as if to say yes, stumbling a bit closer to Harry. "S'a good thing we got some good sleep last night. Gotta a busy week ahead of us."

Arlo tugs one of his hands out of Harry's, reaching towards his chest with a tiny whine of "da!" Harry lifts him into his lap, lips twitching into a smile when Arlo rests against his chest.

"Wear yourself out bub?" He laughs, patting Arlo's bum as he climbs to his feet to sit on the couch. He offers a hand to y/n, helping her to her feet so she can sit with him.

"We've got something to ask you," Harry tells Anne and Gemma, subtly wincing when Arlo squirms around his lap, feet dangerously close to stepping on his crotch.

"Oh?" Gemma says curiously, sitting up straighter and focusing on Harry. It's been a bit since they're talk and he knows they're waiting for him to bring up the topic again, but it's still a bit amusing to see them both so rigid over what Harry's planning to ask them.

"Every year my family travels to Colorado for the week before Christmas. It's sort of our early celebration since we've all kinda grown into our own traditions on Christmas," y/n explains, smiling fondly. Harry knows how much fun she has on this family vacation. She loves it so much that last year when they couldn't fly to Colorado since she was pregnant, he drove her across the country because he knows how much it means to her. The only time she's given it up was to come back home early to spend Christmas with Harry because she didn't want him being alone.

"We've talked to Steve and Marie and we all think it'd be nice if you two could come with us." Harry finishes, smirking at the surprise on their faces.

"Y-you want us to go?"

"We all want you to go." Y/n tells Anne, shrugging it off like it's not a big deal that they invite Anne and Gemma.

"We'd love to." Gemma accepts, biting her lip to contain her smile. It's been awhile since she's had a family oriented Christmas and the fact that it's Harry that's pulling them all together is bittersweet.

"On one condition," Harry quickly adds, "you gotta help us get the house together this week, yeah?"

Both of them nod in sync, grinning like two kids on Christmas. Harry's not really sure what to say now but he doesn't have to worry about it because Arlo's pushing away from his chest to look at Harry's face, shouting "da!" at him before shoving his fingers into Harry's mouth. Harry grips his little wrist, pulling Arlo's hand back as he pretends to nibble on Arlo's little fingers with exaggerated gobbling noises.

Arlo squeals with laughs, smacking his other hand to Harry's stubbly cheek. "What do you want?"

"Peas!" Arlo giggles, slurring the 'p' a bit. Harry laughs, excusing himself to take Arlo to the kitchen for baby cereal. He hasn't quite figured out that peas means the vegetable and not all food.

"Thanks for saving daddy bug," he murmurs, taking Arlo to his high chair. Arlo giggles again, smacking at Harry's cheek again. He takes it as a 'you're welcome daddy.'

~

The lights around the house went up, kudos to Harry and Gemma for working together to attach icicle lights to the roof, and outlined the windows and doors with garland filled lights, and covered the bushes surrounding the house with net-lights. Anne and y/n worked on the inside, lining the stair case and mantel with garland, putting up the tree Harry had brought home after work the other day, and putting out the multiple Christmas throw blankets they owned. Per tradition, y/n left the star for Harry to put up and the stockings, three new ones now hanging with theirs.

Y/n, Gemma, and Anne worked on baking cookies and special treats to leave for Nick and Lionel since they're watching the house for the week, while Harry ran out to the hardware store to get the main baby-proofing objects. Now that Arlo's getting closer to walking and tearing up the house with all his crawling it needs to be done and they know they won't have time to take care of it when they come back since it'll be Christmas.

It wasn't until they're sat in the nursery, Arlo buttoned into a blue onesie patterned with snowmen, attached to y/n's breast for his bedtime meal while Harry packed Arlo's suitcase, that she realizes she's fucking exhausted. So exhausted her bones feel like lead and her head swoop. She thinks she could sleep for the next two days.

"Just need enough diapers for the trip right? We'll get a pack when we get there?"

Y/n mumbles a "yeah," adjusting Arlo so she can burp him now that he's done eating. Fixing the rag on her shoulder, she rises to her feet, bouncing a bit while she pats his back.

"Maybe a few extra? Probably won't want run to the store after traveling all day." Harry asks but he's already tucking extra diapers into the bag. Y/n comes up to him, bouncing next to him as he packs the crocheted booties they got to keep Arlo extra warm in Colorado.

He zips up the bag, pulling it off of the changing table and laying it next to Arlo's little Mickey Mouse printed suitcase. Y/n tosses the soiled burp rag in the hamper, patting Arlo through his diaper to help him get to sleep. By the time Harry gets the dresser and closet closed, and the nightlight switched on, Arlo's fast asleep on her shoulder, subconsciously mouthing at her tee-shirt.

"Little bugger," Harry whispers affectionately, running the tips of his fingers up and down Arlo's back. Y/n gives him a tired smile, one that has Harry frowning because it's been awhile since he's seen her this exhausted. "let's get him a binky and get you two to bed."

She lets Harry carefully pull Arlo off her shoulder, laying him in the crook of his arm. Arlo frowns, lips parting and closing as he searches for something to suck on. Harry grabs one of the clean pacifiers out of the container on the dresser, slipping it between Arlo's mouthing lips.

He chuckles quietly when he feels y/n lean into his back, arms holding his waist loosely, and he doesn't have to see her face to know her eyes are closed. A smirk still plays on his lips as he lays Arlo in his crib, tucking Bunny next to him, and turning to his wife. She murmurs a little protest when he jolts her, rubbing the tip of her nose back and forth between his pecks when she's finally able to rest on him again.

"Why am I so tired?" She murmurs sadly, and Harry chuckles because he can recall a number of times when they were in this same situation during her pregnancy with Arlo.

"'Cause ma little pea is draining ya, darling. Need to sleep, especially after all the work you did this week."

"Little pea? I think it's a little green bean."

Harry dramatically gags, twirling her hair around his finger as she giggles drowsily. "S'my baby. Know it's a pea."

She hums, and he decides it's time to get her to bed. They can make sure they've taken care of everything in the morning, after she's rested. "Up," he instructs, waiting for her arms to go slack, and when they do he easily tugs her up around his waist. Much like Arlo, she snuggles into his neck, legs around his waist as he checks on Arlo once more before exiting the nursery. It's fairly easy get y/n into their bed considering she's been in pajamas all day and they haven't made their bed all week.

He's crawling into bed next to her, pecking her forehead sweetly when she blinks her eyes open, grinning fondly. "Wha'?" Harry chuckles.

"Always take care of me, don't ya?"

"Promised I would."

~

The chemicals burn his nose and throat, but he ignores it in favor of leading y/n to room 216 so she can get a little peace of mind. She's clutching to his hand, squeezing his fingers tightly and he can feel them trembling between his.

Her parents had stayed in the waiting room with Louis, giving her a chance to come see Papa on her own. Harry was prepared to stay behind too until she'd flashed him pleading, puppy eyes.

Room 216 comes up on their left, the lights inside dimmed and the sound of an old Looney Toons cartoon spilling out from the crack in the door. Harry glances behind him at y/n, waiting to make sure she's okay. Her eyes have glossed over and she's nibbling at her chapped bottom lip but she nods firmly. He knocks once, pushing the door open for them to enter.

Papa lays in the hospital bed, looking smaller than Harry's ever seen him even though he dwarfs the bed, feet hanging off the bottom. He's got oxygen running through tubes into his nose, helping him breathe. Despite the bags under his eyes and the Parkinson's that makes his lips tremble, he smiles at Harry and y/n, the same warm smile he's seen on his girl's face a million times.

"Come on in," Papa croaks, waving them forward with a hand that twitches every minute or so.

Y/n tip toes around Harry, looking at her grandfather with tear filled eyes. She stays glued to his side as if getting too close will make Papa turn to dust.

Their eyes meet, Papa's face falling at the sight of his granddaughter all teary and sad. "Oh y/n," he sighs and that's all it takes to have her crying again. She practically tackles Harry with how hard she presses into his side, gripping his jacket in her hands as her cries fill the room. Harry holds her, smiling sadly at Papa.

"We're a little emotional right now," he explains. "just love ya too much I guess."

Papa smiles gratefully, and knowing that y/n can't talk when she cries decides to tell Harry all the things he would say to y/n.

"No such thing as too much love," Papa chuckles. "and I'm thankful for all the love that's been given to me. I'm okay being here knowing that I had a life of love."

He can feel y/n rotate a little, clearly listening to everything Papa's saying. "We haven't had enough of you." Harry murmurs, stroking y/n's back.

"I've lived my life," he shrugs, "I got to spend so many years with my wife. Got to raise a beautiful family. Passed on stories and lessons to all of you. I couldn't ask for anything else."

"But I don't want you to go!" Y/n sobs into Harry's side, sniffling loudly. Him and Papa exchange similar sad gazes.

"It's okay to be sad y/n, but please don't be angry or selfish." He gently requests. "I want to see what's next. I want to see your grandmother again. I want to see my parents again. You're with your soulmate, let me be with mine please."

They stay quiet, Harry rocking y/n back and forth on her feet until she's calmed down enough to look at Papa. She's still crying, but she nods at his words, squeezing Harry tighter as if trying to confirm that he is, in fact her soulmate.

Harry proves it to her too, doing all in his power to keep her as happy as possible in the following days in which Papa returns to his soulmate, and y/n is left with hers.

~

They had thought the week at home, running around to make sure everything was ready, was hectic. It was nothing compared to the day of traveling they had. An accident on the highway and an emergency diaper change during TSA had left them stranded at the airport, watching bitterly through the windows as their flight took off without them.

3 hours later in which Harry scheduled everything just right for the next flight while Arlo squirmed and whined in his arms but would cry when he put him down, and napping on uncomfortable chairs, and having to eat airport food, they had made it on their flight. Arlo's car seat was strapped into the middle seat but he absolutely wouldn't sit it, instead opting for standing on Harry's lap while he bounced or napping on y/n's chest. It makes Harry wish they had just checked the stupid thing instead of buying an extra ticket because now he couldn't cuddle up on them with the big plastic seat between them. They had a layover in Dallas, one that was supposed to just drop off a few passengers, refuel, and leave again turned into an hour and a half wait because the tarmac was backed up. Harry had taken the chance to switch seats with Arlo's car seat, grumbling as he squished into the middle seat.

"Stop with the noises, you sound just like this one." Y/n teased through a sleepy smile and sure enough Arlo was sat on her lap, grumpy noises leaving him as he tugged and whipped Bunny's ears around.

"Whatever," he grumbled, relaxing a bit as the plane began to move. As the plane moved faster, Arlo immediately crawled out of y/n's lap and into Harry's, face burrowing into his neck. Their first takeoff had Arlo digging his nails into Harry's bicep and tugging at his necklace until Harry had to swat his hand away before he broke it. Arlo had immediately wailed, more hurt by Harry's scolding then by the swat, and squirmed his way into y/n's hold. Apparently he's still pretty hurt with Harry, biting into his shoulder at the peak of liftoff, and when Harry finally pulls him off he just pouts at Harry with no remorse. Harry had huffed, settling Arlo in his lap as y/n set up her laptop on the tray so they could watch a movie. Things got a bit better after that, Arlo falling asleep and he got to snuggle against y/n while Captain Marvel played in front of them.

By the time they landed in Denver, night had fallen and the roads up the mountains had frozen so Harry had to drive extra careful which also meant extra slow. Gemma switched with him halfway, feeling bad that he'd put the whole trip together and paid for it, so her and Anne took over the front seat, not minding that him and y/n passed out in the backseat.

They arrived at the family cabin around midnight, Steve and Marie being the only two awake. Steve and Harry took the suitcases in, while Marie showed Anne and Gemma to their room (they had to share), while y/n took Arlo to their room upstairs for a quick bath and then put him to bed. She was tucking him into the queen bed in the room when Harry brought up the last of their bags, glad the room was warm because he's too tired to dig through his suitcase for clothes. Almost in sync, him and y/n strip of their clothes, tossing them into a pile with Arlo's clothes to be picked up tomorrow, and climbed into bed with Arlo.

"How's the shoulder?" y/n whispered in the darkness, reaching over Arlo to poke at the shoulder Arlo had nibbles on earlier.

"S'fine, no thanks to this little bugger." He huffed, rolling his eyes but when y/n giggled, he brought Arlo to his chest because he knows Arlo sleeps wonderfully there and he could use a good night's sleep after his first time traveling. Y/n squirmed closer to him, her and Arlo's warm skin wrapping Harry in a nice little cocoon. He fell asleep that night, not minding how hectic the day had been because he's got his family with him.

~

Harry wakes up to Arlo snoring in his ear, sweaty skin stuck to his chest, and y/n burrowed under the covers, head on his stomach. He's not really sure how she got there and he's a little worried she can't breathe so he carefully pulls her back up his torso until her head is out from under the covers.

His phone tells him it's 8 A.M. and usually he'd peel himself out of bed to start working on breakfast for his babies but he can smell sausage coming from downstairs and he knows someone else has got it covered. And because it's vacation (and snowing outside) Harry let's himself fall back into the pillows, joining Arlo in his snoring.

~

Marie is at the stove, switching between flipping sausage links and scrambling eggs. A quick glance around the open kitchen and living room shows that Marie is alone, and Anne is quick to take the opportunity. Noticing the loaf of bread on the counter, she clears her throat to gain Marie's attention.

"Good morning Anne," she greets, pulling a couple sausages out of the pan, sizzling as she lays them on a plate.

"Good morning," Anne responds, stepping into the kitchen. "would you like help with breakfast?"

"Oh," Marie gasps, and Anne's a little offended at the surprise in her tone but she supposes she deserves it. "sure. We need to get some toast done."

Anne busies herself with popping bread in the toaster, watching Marie out of the corner of her eye as she scoops a pile of eggs onto a plate and moves to finish the sausage.

"Marie?"

"Yes?"

Anne sets down the piece of toast she was buttering, lacing her fingers together to keep them from fiddling with the bottom of her shirt. "I just wanted to thank you for taking care of Harry."

Marie stills at her words, turning around to face Anne with a quirked eyebrow. Anne smiles nervously, "He wasn't your son to care for and yet, you still did. You've done so much more for him than I ever could and I'm so grateful for it.

"I have a feeling he wouldn't be the man he is today if it weren't for you and your family, and I'm just so unbelievably lucky that you saved him from my mistakes."

Marie looks Anne up and down, lips pursed off to the left in that same way y/n's do. After a beat of silence, Marie responds. "I wasn't a fan of Harry when he first came around. He was always suspiciously quiet, and twitchy, and he always had these random injuries-this was before I knew he was a boxer-but I knew he was a good man. And I knew he was a broken child. Every mother can recognize a hurt kid.

"Don't thank me for accepting and loving Harry. Thank y/n for turning him into someone who is open to accepting love. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have stuck around anywhere."

Anne is speechless. She knows that y/n is the godsend that saved her boy. She knows that y/n is the person to thank for taking care of him. But it didn't feel right not thanking Marie, who obviously means a great deal to Harry.

Marie smirks at the look on Anne's face (no doubt it's a clueless one), clearly amused. She uncrosses her arms, crossing the kitchen to Anne and enveloping her in a hug. Anne, stiffly, hugs her back.

"We all make mistakes. Don't be too hard yourself, he's been taken care of."

~

The fire crackles and pops, spewing out little glowing specks of wood. Charlie jumps at the loud noise, elbowing Lacy who's sat at the table next to him, sending a messy line of red frosting across her green Christmas tree cookie. She gasps, glaring at Charlie who just stares back wide-eyed.

"Uncle Harry!" She whines, picking up her messy cookie and climbing off the chair. Harry tries not to smile at how cute she is, leaning forward as she pads over in a Hello Kitty onesie.

"What's wrong moppet?"

She holds out her cookie to him, bottom lip trembling with either sadness or anger. "Charlie made my cookie for Santa messy."

"Oh no," he gasps, pretending he didn't just see Charlie accidentally bump her. "well that won't do. That's ok, we'll fix it, yeah?"

He takes the cookie in one hand, wrapping the other around Lacy and lifting her as he stands. She slinks her little arms around his neck, still pouting at her cookie.

"Oh no," y/n coos, stopping in her tracks as she takes in Lacy teary eyes. "why the long face?"

"Look at my cookie auntie!"

Harry chuckles, holding the cookie out of for y/n to see. Compared to the rest of the jagged and splotchy frosting Lacy piled on, she can't really tell which part of the decorations isn't supposed to be there. Either way she pouts, "good thing Uncle Harry can fix it huh?"

Lacy nods, letting Harry place her at the table. He sits with her, looking up through his eyelashes when y/n places his tea mug on the table next to him. "Thanks darling," he murmurs, grinning when she lays a hand on his shoulder, leaning over to peck his forehead, swollen stomach brushing against his arm. She hums a 'mhm' in return, groaning softly as she falls into the dining table chair next to Charlie.

"Okay?" Harry asks, using his pinky finger to scrape off the line of frosting. His tongue pokes out of the corner of his lips, too concentrated to look up at y/n.

"Feet hurt, but I'm okay."

Finishing up his uncle duties, he offers her a sympathetic smile while she opens a blue tube of sprinkles for Charlie. He makes a mental note to massage her feet for her before bed, and then he's presenting Lacy with her cookie. "Ta-da!"

She squeals, bouncing in her seat as she eagerly grabs more sprinkles off the glass table. Harry climbs up from his seat, moving to the other side so he can sit right next to y/n. She finishes setting up Charlie with another cookie, placing his finished one on the tray for Santa.

"Come here darling," Harry requests softly, reaching out for her. Greedily but tenderly, he pulls her between his parted thighs, sitting her on his lap. He holds her hip, cradling her back in the crook of his elbow, while his other hand comes to rest on her belly.

"Havin' fun babysitting?" She murmurs, running her hand up his chest and twirling her fingers through his hair.

"Always love taking care of kids with ya. S'why m'planning on raising a bunch with ya."

She giggles at his smirk, rolling her eyes playfully. He had whined about not having alone time earlier when y/n offered for them to stay back at the cabin and babysit while the others went bar hopping. Apparently, Harry has no recollection of that happening.

"We'll have ours here next year." She whispers as if it's a secret that they're expecting their son in two months. Her bottom lip catches between her teeth, holding back the beaming smile that had started to take over her face. Harry shakes his head, rubbing his nose against hers so she'll release her lip. She does, pressing a smiling kiss against his lips.

"Gonna spoil the fuck outta him for Christmas, aren't we?"

"Language!" She harshly whispers, lips still upturned. He chuckles, shrugging his shoulders. If Charlie or Lacy had heard, they'd definitely be screaming at him for being naughty. "But yes we are."

Harry sighs, heart flipping excitedly. Their son has no idea he's being born into such an amazing family.

~

Turns out, Arlo is not a fan of vacationing or the snow. It's not his first time being in the snow, back home they get snow all the way through March, but he had never been bundled up in a little green snowsuit and his Packers beanie, and taken out to play in it.

Maybe the higher altitude was hitting him like it hits Harry, since both of them seemed to drag through the week with swollen eyes and sleepy pouts, needing at least one nap a day or they'll get too grumpy to handle and y/n will send them to bed with warm milk.

Whatever it was, he was absolutely not having it with the snow. No matter how many layers Harry wrapped him in or how many times he held him to his chest while they slid down the hill on a sled, he would cry and cry, tugging on Harry's necklace or scarf until Harry would zip him up in his jacket. That seemed to be the only place he liked to be. Warm and snuggly against Harry's chest, little arms slinking under his sweater.

"Someone's not too happy to be out here." Chloe pouts, reaching between the gap in Harry's coat to stroke a gloved finger against his cheek. Arlo huffs, turning his head the other way so he's hiding in Harry's arm. He sighs, adjusting Arlo's beanie so his ears stay warm.

"He's been pretty grumpy the whole week. Bit the hell out of me on our flight."

Chloe chuckles knowingly, nudging his elbow. She nods over to the hill where the others are sledding. "Think those two are having enough fun for him."

Y/n and Louis are squished on the kids sled, sliding down the hill and over the small ramp they made of packed snow. They reach the bottom, y/n throwing Louis off her lap and he immediately sprints (more like waddles) back up the hill, even pushing over Charlie and Lacy as he goes.

"Louis Tomlinson!" Chloe scolds, glaring at him when he gives her those same innocent doe eyes and tiny smirk y/n uses on Harry.

They stay outside for a bit more, Harry still unable to wrap his mind around the fact that the little Grinch in his arms is the child of the Buddy The Elf that's enjoying sledding far more than any adult he knows.

When they do decide to head back inside, the rest of the family is working on grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch with tomato soup to warm the kiddies (and y/n and Louis). Harry takes Arlo upstairs, starting a warm shower for them and y/n joins, clinging to Harry's naked body the same way Arlo is, giggling as she rubs her cold nose against his shoulder.

They take turns holding Arlo while the other washes up, and Harry does his best to wash Arlo but the little one is practically plastered to his chest, pressing his left cheek strongly against his chest as if he's trying to press himself physically inside his heart. By the time they get out, Arlo's drowsy in Harry's arms, only needing a little rocking to get to sleep. They leave him in the bed upstairs with the baby monitor on, heading downstairs for food.

Arlo sleeps longer than they usually let him, but with how cranky he's been they want him to get his rest. Maybe he'll wake up a happy baby. Steve and Louis invite Harry to go to town for a drink or two, since last year he had to stay home with y/n. She pouted at not being able to go, and when Louis jokingly said "maybe next time you'll tell your husband to wrap it up" she had thrown a couch pillow at him. Even so, she told Harry to go and that she'd be fine with the girls. So he left, kissing y/n on the mouth twice and waving buy to Anne, Gemma, and the kids who were watching a movie, hoping they have ad much fun together as him and the boys.

~

Harry shouldn't have gone out. He did have fun, it's been awhile since he got to spend time with just Louis and Steve, but if he knew the mess he'd be coming home to, he would've declined the invitation.

Kicking snow off his boots, Harry pushes open the front door, expecting to be greeted by Christmas music or laughs or maybe Arlo snoring on the couch where he'd be cuddled up with his mumma. Instead, they're greeted with the frowns of Charlie and Lacy in the living room, trying to play games but the wall shaking cries of Arlo are interrupting them. Harry steps inside, frowning as the thumps of his heart gradually increase because that's not just a grumpy cry coming from his baby, that's a cry of pain.

He kicks off his boots, finding y/n and Chloe in the kitchen where Arlo's wails are coming from. There's a small break in his screaming, one in which the most heart-shattering, longing cry of "dada" sounds throughout the room, Arlo's little voice scratchy and broken. Harry rushes forward, air knocked out of him from the sound of Arlo crying for him.

"What'sa matter?" Harry says, leaning over Chloe to see what's wrong with Arlo. Y/n has him in the crook of her arm, rubbing his tummy soothingly as Chloe holds uncooked potato slices to his forehead. He's still wailing, trying to turn away from Chloe but y/n has him held down.

"He's got a fever." Y/n says sadly, not looking away from Arlo. He recognizes the furrow between her eyebrows and the defeated tone in her voice. She'd usually get like that after long nights of them being unable to calm down a colicky Arlo.

Arlo's crying eyes find his, immediately reaching his arms out towards Harry. "Dada," he whimpers, squirming in y/n's hold. Chloe takes the potato off his forehead, moving away so Harry can step in. He takes Arlo, bringing him to his chest like he had done earlier when they were outside. Arlo presses his splotchy cheek over Harry's heart, fingers fisting his shirt. Y/n takes the raw potatoes from Chloe, thanking her for her help. She doesn't place them back on Arlo's forehead, giving him a bit to just be held by Harry. He's been crying for him for about a half hour now.

"Mum's trying to find a heating pad for him," she murmurs, pressing the back of her hand to his cheek. "thinks he's got an ear infection. Ya know how planes are, and then being in the cold."

Harry nods, laying his cheek on top of Arlo's head. One of his little hands reaches up, fingers splaying across Harry's cold cheek and rubbing through the scruff he's let grow out. Arlo's quieted down now, occasionally hiccuping through his random whispers of "dada." Harry can't help but warm up every time Arlo says his name, as if he's reminding himself that it's his father that's holding him.

"Should've known," Harry whispers, realizing that Arlo's odd behavior lately was because he wasn't feeling well. He always gets insanely clingy to Harry when he's ill, but Harry hadn't thought much of it. If he had known, he wouldn't have had him outside all day today.

"It wasn't your fault Harry. We both missed it."

"If I had paid more attention I would have been able to stop it before he got this bad."

Y/n strokes her fingers through his hair. "You're not always going to be able to prevent everything Harry. Our babies are going to get sick, and hurt, and make mistakes but it'll all be okay. As long as you're there to hold them, you'll have done your job."

Arlo rubs his left cheek back and forth on Harry's chest, patting his cheek softly as if he's telling him that y/n is right. Harry kisses the top of Arlo's head, bringing a hand up to cover Arlo's right ear because he's realized that the ear against his chest is the one Arlo's trying to make feel better by squishing into him. Harry's not sure how it helps, but if Arlo's happy with him, he's not going to risk changing that.

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