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pejite · 25 days

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During the winter months, the ebb and flow of farm life softened, granting occasional days of tranquility amidst the seasonal chill. Edwin found solace in this respite from the rigors of farm labor, relishing the newfound opportunity to immerse himself in family time. Wilhelmina, in turn, rejoiced in witnessing her husband's uplifted spirits and increased presence at home.

Upon Edwin's return from tending to the animals at Abernathy Farm, they would retire to the warmth of the lounge, gathered around the crackling fire. There, they would while away the hours, nestled together on the sofa, watching their children's playful antics against the backdrop of the wintry landscape beyond the windowpanes.

"How have you been feeling lately? Everything alright?" Edwin's voice was tender as his hands glided gently over Wilhelmina's burgeoning belly, a silent gesture of concern and affection. She offered him a grateful smile, touched by his attentiveness. "Fine, a bit tired, but it's normal" she replied, turning her head to meet his gaze. "I'm quite certain it'll be another boy."

An intrigued expression played across Edwin's features as he arched an eyebrow inquisitively. "And what makes you so sure?" he inquired, bestowing a soft kiss upon Wilhelmina's cheek.

"Because he's remarkably calm." Wilhelmina explained, her hands resting atop Edwin's. "And you know how serene Thomas and Robert are, almost as if they're not there at times."

Edwin's laughter, low and melodious, resonated through the room. "Well, Thomas didn't give you an easy pregnancy..." His attention briefly shifted towards the lounge door. "By the way, hasn't Thomas been outside for quite some time now?"

During the winter, Thomas spent his days out in the cold streets alongside the other village children, immersed in the joy of the season's snowfall. They would mould the freshly fallen snow into intricate snowmen, create delicate snow angels on the ground, and engage in lively snowball battles.

Thomas had always been of a timid and reserved nature, a trait that still lingered within him. However, the vivacious siblings, Bernard and Beatrice, had managed to draw him and Josephine into their playful escapades and social gatherings. Edwin and Wilhelmina were relieved to witness Thomas forging friendships and relishing the outdoor activities, yet they couldn't shake off their concerns, especially Wilhelmina, who had watched him grow up closely attached to her side.

The morning slipped away swiftly as they lost track of time amidst their festive frolicking. As the evening approached, they bid farewell to Bernard and Beatrice and commenced their journey homeward. Thomas, as usual, escorted Josephine to her doorstep before retracing his steps back home. Along the way, a conversation he overheard between his parents about the potential remarriage of Josephine's mother lingered in his mind.

Clearing his throat, Thomas tentatively broached the subject. "Is it true that your mum's getting married again?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued. Josephine turned to him, her expression uncertain. "I don't rightly know" she responded. "Well, she's met someone and stopped working, so I supose it's possible. My mum hasn't said much to me about it."

Thomas nodded thoughtfully. "We'll still see each other, won't we?" he asked, a hint of worry tingeing his voice.

"Why do you ask?" Josephine queried, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Because my mum says that when a woman gets married, it's normal for her to move to her husband's house." Thomas explained, frowning sadly. "And that man doesn't live here."

Josephine waved off his concerns with a dismissive gesture. "Don't be daft, my mum ain't keen on leaving. We're perfectly content in our own home." She said innocently.

"Ah, well…" murmured Thomas, his desire for Josephine to remain close evident. "What I mean is, I don't want you to go." he confessed, enveloping her in a heartfelt embrace before Josephine could respond.

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 legacy #sims 4 legacy #ts4 decades challenge #sims 4 decades challenge #ts4 historical #1830s #the langley legacy #wilhelmina langley #edwin langley #thomas langley #josephine aldridge

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babieroachy · 11 months

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Could I request some headcanons for Mei from OW as a cg? Ty! -@amars-agere

of course! coming right up!

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐞𝐢 𝐇𝐂𝐬! (Gender Neutral)

mei is super sweet and compassionate, and that absolutely carries over into her caregiving!

she's a super cuddly and affectionate cg

she's great with any age, but she really thrives when taking care of sleepy and snuggly kiddos!

calls her little one pretty standard petnames; love, honey, sweetie, that kind of thing

she isnt picky about what nicknames she likes to be called, but she'd be lying if she said the sound of her little one calling her "mama" doesn't make her day

the bedtime MASTER. she has so many cozy blankets and pillows, and absolutely loves rocking her little one to sleep, or just cuddling them and making sure they feel safe

she makes the best tea and hot cocoa, and knows the perfect recipe for angel milk; she's gotten these things down to a science!

loves to play games with her little one! hide and seek with you and snowball is one of her favorite things to do!

she tells amazing bedtime stories! fairy tales, stories from her adventures, any story you can think of! her voice is so soft and soothing, and her lullabies work like a charm!

loves to play in the snow with you! she always makes sure you're properly bundled up, even if you make a fuss about all of the layers. she'll lie in the snow and make snow angels with you, and make a whole family of snowmen! she's very gentle with you if you want to have a snowball fight, and she dramatically "dies" when you hit your target! your giggles fill her with so much joy, it makes all the theatrics worth it!

snowball is a great playmate! he talks back at you in little beeps and whirs when you babble at him, and floats around you playfully! if mei's really busy with work, she'll have him watch over you, though it usually ends with you two getting up to mischief and your mama coming back to a big mess!

she only really "scolds" if her kiddo does something dangerous; and even then, she doesn't really scold. its more of a gentle explanation of why it's dangerous to do said thing

overall she's an incredibly kind and loving cg, and finds a lot of comfort in taking care of her little one! (snowball likes you too!)

✩✰☆✰✩

#sfw agere #overwatch agere #overwatch age regression #ow2 agere #mei overwatch #mei agere

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youngpettyqueen · 6 months

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Trick AND treat! 😁 You can do two separate ones or combine them. And let Hawkeye take care of and fuss over Charles.

I tried so hard to come up with something for trick but my brain is not braining today. to make up for it, I added 250 words to a very fluffy, very silly idea because this hit me IMMEDIATELY upon getting this ask and it took everything in me to not write this while I was at work. maybe at some point I can come back with an idea for trick?? but I didnt want this to sit in my inbox forgotten so I hope you can forgive me only doing treat, at least for now

The first snow of the year comes, perhaps luckily, when they have children visiting.

Charles woke that morning to the delighted shrieks and giggles of children, unmistakable in pitch and volume. The sound was so sweet he couldn’t be irritated at being woken up early, not that he’d ever admit that. He made sure to grouse thoroughly about the hour to his tentmates, knowing they’d rib him to lighten up before moving on, but would never let him live a moment of softness down.

He’s taking a moment, now, to watch. It’s after breakfast, he has a shift to get to, but he knows that post-OP is quiet and can afford for him to be a couple minutes late. The children are running around, bundled in their mismatched winter jackets and too-big boots, donated surplus hats rolled up extra to stay out of their eyes. Some of them are sporting distinctly fashionable scarves, while others form snowballs in distinctly homemade mittens. They make angels in the snow, they make snowballs and throw them at each other, a few of the older ones are demonstrating how to make snowmen.

They play. They laugh. They smile with missing teeth and genuine joy in their eyes. For a moment, just a moment, they’re children the way children should be. Charles is happy to sacrifice a quiet morning if it means-

A snowball hits the back of his head with a freezing, wet splat.

Charles goes entirely rigid, snow sliding down the back of his coat and melting in his hair. A roar of laughter goes up from behind him, and he immediately knows just who that laugh belongs to. He whips around to fix Hawkeye with a glare, only to falter as his eyes skip right over where Hawkeye is doubled over wheezing and land on the young boy falling backwards into the snow, laughing and pointing.

And, well. Who can blame him, if his irritation is snuffed out faster than a candle? Who could possibly be angry at the sight of a child laughing so hard he can’t stay on his feet?

Hawkeye straightens up, hands over his stomach, still laughing that goose honk laugh of his. And maybe, just maybe, somewhere deep down Charles can’t stay annoyed when he sees Hawkeye laughing right from his belly. Because that’s a rare sight these days, and maybe it makes the snow soaking into his shirt a bit less cold.

Of course, he can’t admit to that. Ever. So, he finishes his turn, schools his expression to raise a judgmental brow. “Ah, Pierce,” He greets, “I see you’ve found yourself a playmate. If only they’d take you with them when they leave. You’d blend right in.” He barbs, all huff and no bite.

Hawkeye snickers, wiping at his eyes, “Sorry, Charles, but I couldn’t resist,” He offers as a weak apology as he hunkers down to help the boy back up to his feet, “Somebody’s gotta teach the kids the sacred way of the snowball fight, and somebody’s gotta be the target! Thank you for your service.” He grins, straightening himself back up.

The boy points at him again. “Gotcha good!” He declares, with a big smile that barely has front teeth.

Charles nods good-naturedly. “That you did, my fine young fellow,” He tells the boy. Looking back at Hawkeye, he suggests, “Perhaps your teachings might benefit from a second demonstration? Say, some return fire?” He stoops down to scoop up some snow in both hands, clapping it all together and starting to form a compact ball.

Hawkeye laughs incredulously at the sight. “Oh, he has some fight in him!” He crows, “What, did you have snowball fighting lessons? A private tutor in snowball form?” He jeers.

Charles keeps his face carefully neutral as he forms the snowball in his hands. “Your confidence will be your doom,” He warns, straightening himself up, “Any last words?”

Hawkeye settle into a smug grin, raising a challenging brow at him. “Bring it.” He dares.

Charles allows himself a smile. He supposes it is fair for Hawkeye to assume he’s never so much as made a snowball, never mind participated in a snowball fight. It would be an activity most would likely assume he views as beneath him.

They would be forgetting, however, that Charles is an older brother. And wealth and status mattered not, in matters where Honoria Winchester and her insatiable need to peg him in the head with a snowball were concerned.

Hawkeye doesn’t see the snowball coming until it hits him square between the eyes and takes him off his feet.

#mash #fic bitching #shorts #charles winchester #hawkeye pierce #otp: and their sons #this came to me so easily and I was gonna do a connected one for trick #but ive been trying to do that for. 2 hours. and nothing is clicking #so I hope its ok that I added some more onto this one instead!#it was a lot of fun to write #love me some silly Charles #but maybe at some point ill come back and add a little epilogue of sorts with that trick prompt #who knows with my muse. certainly not me #thanks for the request!#I hope even if not everything you asked for its still good #sorry about my fickle muse im usually all over the hurt/comfort but its just not clicking rn :/

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tommyspeakycap · 3 years

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hi could you do an imagine/ one shot where it’s a snow day and ur w his family and it’s just all cute w whoever u want :)

snow days and haribo rings

jack grealish x reader

Jack was thankful for having a big car when he woke up this morning. It became apparent most people would have their close to Christmas family get together deterred or even completely cancelled by the amount of snow that had fallen over the course of the evening and continued when you woke in the morning.

The best part was seeing you light up like a child, eyes wide and bright as you all but jumped up and down. Jack had laughed, his smile stretched wide as you stood out the back catching snowflakes on your hands and throwing toys for the puppy who kept launching himself into the thick snow. Jack admired you from the kitchen window, conjoined dining room sliding glass door still wide open so he can hear your giggles bouncing through the house as he constructed one of the only meals he could. His toast and cheese was immaculate though, bloody amazing.

“The little ‘uns are dying to see you.” Jack announces in the car as he pulls down his parents street. His little cousins do just adore you and he can’t blame them one bit. Seeing you play with them, giggling when they pile on top of you for hugs and kisses always awakens something in him he hadn’t noticed before. It made him very broody, especially at this time of year. “Really?” you beam, eyes lighting up once again as you turn to look at him for the first time since getting into the car. He was well aware of your eyes stuck on the little snow shapes that flutter into the front window and the snowmen that line the streets. Pointing out bigger ones and getting excited when you see kids out. “Look!” You squeal, pointing your finger against the window. “Snow angels!”

“You’re my snow angel.” He retorted, flirting shamelessly with a huge cheesey beam. You let out a loud laugh as you screw up your face. “You’re awful,” you snort, shaking your head. Jack laughs with you, pulling the car into park in the drive so he can lean over and press his lips onto your cheek, warmed by the heaters of the large range rover.

Jack helps you jump out of the car so you don’t slip, because despite the fact his dad has claimed to have shovelled the drive, it was covered again in a thick layer of powdery snow. Your boyfriend wraps you up in him immediately, tucking you into his side so close you practically become one person. Touch has always been Jack’s love language. He almost always has to be touching you and it’s usually a subconscious act. An arm that’ll find its way around your waist or his hand that slips into yours. He’s very tactile and he just loves to have you there in his arms.

Karen is at the door ushering you into the warm house before either or you have the chance to raise a cold hand to knock it and before you have the chance to enjoy the heat, Jack’s little cousins - who call him uncle Jack just for easiness sake - have threw themselves at you both. Jack catches them a lot easier than you do with bellowing laughter so happy you can imagine the sound in a few years time when he gets home from training or game trips and it’s yours and his kids that get to barrel through the house and greet him like this. It makes your heart sing in a mixture of excitement and joy.

“Come on come on come on!” They chant, tugging your arm quickly through the house as you call your greetings along the way. Jack is left standing in by the coat rack with a stupid grin watching his little cousins drag you through the house until you reach the back door.

Jack can’t seem to keep his focus on the conversation with his mum as they sit at the dining room table next to the window that looks out to into the garden. He keeps looking out to you, exaggeratedly falling over when you get hit by snowballs thrown by the small kids, yelling out as they bound over to leap on top of you with hysterically laughing, wrapped up in warm winter coats, hats and scarfs. You’ve only got a jacket on though and Jack worries as he always does that you’re not warm enough.

“She needs an extra layer,” Jack mumbles, making his mother beam as she looks at him with a warm mug of hot chocolate between her hands. She’s so proud of the man that her boy has become. The kind who worried about his girlfriend being too cold even in the summer. Jack stands at the back door uneasily waiting for you to reach him. “You’re going to end up sick.” He states with a frown as he hurriedly moves to wrap a thick scarf around you neck. “That’s a myth, can’t get the cold from being cold.” You shiver, allowing him to offer you a sip of hot chocolate from his mug to warm you up and you accept it happily.

“Can get hypothermia though, Mrs Degree.” He retorts teasingly, his eyes created with a smile. “Not a medical degree, J. And that’s Miss degree thank you very much.” You snip as you trudge back off the snow with him following you, setting the mug down before he stepped out the door. Jack immediately notices the excitement on his little cousins faces when you both appear for the the snowball fight where you split into separate teams. The snowball fight where you end up pinned down on the snow by Jack, his face inches from yours as his lips just about brush yours. Even chapped and slightly cracked from the cold, Jack would kiss those lips happily forever. He can’t fight the smile that plays on his lips at the sight of your nose and cheeks tinted red from the cold.

“I could change that, you know.” He hums softly, eyes getting lost in yours. You simply gaze up at him puzzled with slightly furrowed brows. “The miss thing i mean,” he backtracks, his words something like a nervous stutter, “Cause you’re my missus, could make you a missus- mine. My missus. Like, with my name an’ all that.”

You giggle at his broken up stammering sentences, your lips stretching wide into a grin.

“Are you asking me to marry you, Jack?” You lull, a teasing tone hiding clearly behind your words as he shakes his head, moderately embarrassed by his poor attempt. Jack clears his throat, rolling off you to lay beside you on the thick snow cushioning your back before he squished you. “Suppose so,” he whips his head to face you, “Depends on what your answer would be?” he adds quickly with a smile yet worried eyes.

“Charming.” You jest sarcastically, shooting him an playfully incredulous look. “But i’d say yeah.” You add, staring up at the darkening sky with snow flakes still falling into your faces, getting stuck in Jack’s beard and landing in his hair.

“Mhm, that’s good.” He smiles softly, “Mrs Grealish. (y/n) Grealish.” Jack turns back to you, a soft smile on his lips and love shining in his eyes. “Sounds pretty good to me.”

You giggle in agreement, letting him tug you in closer to him to kiss a snowflake off the tip of your nose before pressing his lips onto yours next. “Yeah, it does.” You agree with one of those wistfully love struck grins as you look at the man you love with all your heart. “I’ll get you a ring, i promise.” He says sweetly, brushing his warm hands over your cold knuckles after he tugs you up to your feet out of the snow.

“I have a ring, Uncle Jack!” You hear from behind you, the two little kids standing there with a mini party bsd or haribos each. They beam up at you, the eldest holding out the red and yellow candy ring that Jack takes with a thank you and a tenacity as if it were a real, very expensive ring that you wouldn’t eat within the next ten minutes. Yet, the brown haired brummie still takes a knee in the snow, holding your hand and looking up at you. “I promise i’ll get you a proper ring, nice one too. All the best for you. Get you a nice big ring a s a nice big family an’ i’ll spoil you, spoil you all. I’ll spoil you forever. Promise. Will you marry me?”

Tears appear in your eyes involuntarily, a giggle breaking past your lips as you nod your head virtually. “Yeah, yeah of course i’ll marry you. Now up her and kiss me before you get a chill.”

Jack stands up eagerly, pressing his lips against yours as he pushes that ring onto your ring finger for you to hold out in front of you to admire. As Jack kisses you once again before he starts leading you inside holding onto your hand, you can only think about how happy you are with him. You’d be happy to marry him in a tracksuit or pyjamas, you didn’t care. You just wanted to spend the rest of your life with him and he felt the same way. Fancy rings wasn’t a big deal for you, but you knew he’d get you one anyway because he’s Jack. He has the money and he would be dammed if he didn’t spoil his girl.

“You didn’t,” Karen gawps, shaking her head with a teasing roll of her eyes. “You better get that girl a real one.” She tells Jack as he sits there on the couch later with you tucked under his arm, “you make sure he does.” She says to you before she went off to the kitchen. You turn to Jack, the fingers of your right hand laced into his as you raise the left one still with that ring on it.

“Sweet tooth?” You chime with a smile, Jack chuckles. “Always.” He responds easily. You lift your hand up to his mouth and just barely feel his teeth against your finger as he takes a bite off of that ring. You pop the rest of it in your mouth with a giggle.

“We are my ring.” You say through giggles, feeling his press his lips against the side of your head. “I’m sorry baby.” Jack responds, pulling you even closer to him under the warm fluffy blanket as you curl into his chest.

“Don’t be,” you mutter softly, “i’m happy to marry you with nothing but candy rings we’ll eat before the days out.”

“Good,” Jack says firmly, tightening his arms around you, “Because i’ll get you all the haribo rings you like, forever and always baby.”

The ghost of a smile dances over your lips as fatigue catches up with you, echoing his words adoringly. “Yeah….forever and always.”

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skiller0dani · 4 years

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Obliviate | Draco Malfoy

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this is so sad. I’m sorryyyyy. also if you wanted to set the mood more, I listened to THIS while writing it. Please listen to it, it wont be the same without the song lmao

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Draco had thought back to every other time in his life where he had felt like this, and nothing came to mind. There wasn’t another second of his torturous life that felt like this. He tended to count his blessings where he had them, and you were a blessing in his life. One that he woke up every single day thanking God for, Draco isn’t sure he’d ever love anyone the way he loves you. But he knew from the start, that the two of you were doomed, two lovers caught on each side of the war. His Father in direct relation with the Dark Lord, and you- Harry Potter’s cousin. There was a target on your back from the second you got to Hogwarts all those years ago and when Draco had first met you- he didn’t understand just how much danger you were already in.

Nobody looked at Draco the way you did, nobody looked at him like he was worth saving. But when you looked at him, you saw something in him that he didn’t even see in himself. Draco believes that he was never a good person until he met you, and even then whether or not he was good is still up to debate. You inspire people to be better, to be good and if there is no good- you create it. You are a light in an everlasting darkness, and he doesn’t deserve you. But selfishly he wants to keep you- and he knows you’d never voluntarily leave him. He had to make the choice for you. You can’t stubbornly stand by his side if you don’t remember you’re in love with him.

The Black Lake looks darker than Draco remembered it being. The view he currently held from the astronomy tower was beautiful in it’s own way, but now that he held every memory you have of him in his hands- the beauty seemed to slip out of the world. Looking down at the small vial in his hands, the vial containing your memories of him, his bottom lip quivers. He can’t stand how emotional you make him, you make him feel both weak and strong at the same time. His hand curls around the vial, Draco knows this is what he needs to do. He never expected it to be this hard though.

Closing his eyes, Draco decided to take one last walk down memory lane before he would destroy your memories of him forever.

The first time you had met Draco was when you were stood on the steps next to your cousin, Harry. Draco was stood in front of you, and although his eyes were on Harry- the blush on his cheeks came from being so close to you. Draco had held his head high, even when you snapped at him and told him how wonderful you found Ron to be. Draco always admired your sharp tongue, your unwillingness to step down when you felt passionately about something. He’s going to miss being your voice of reason, or the hand that holds you back when you’re ready to literally fight for what you believe in. You always say what you’re really thinking, how you’re really feeling. That’s something Draco has never really had the strength to do. If he did he would have said he loved you more often, and perhaps would have told Harry that he doesn’t hate him.

Draco vividly remembers the first time you looked at him, and saw him in a way nobody else does. Not even Crabbe and Goyle. He was sat in the back corner of the Library, hiding away from everyone and everything after receiving yet another disappointed letter from his Father. You’d been gathering books to study for Potions when you spotted him sitting secluded, alone. You didn’t hesitate to go sit next to him, and when you looked over at him you saw every emotion he carefully hid from the world written plainly on his face. As if you had the only key to unlock the innermost parts of his brain. After a few minutes of gentle coaxing, Draco eventually began to open up to you about his Father and in return you opened up about your terrible parents. About how abusive they were to Harry- how much that hurt you. Draco hadn’t given it a second thought when you revealed you were muggle born. Really Draco didn’t mind, nor did it offend him in the way he acted it did but for his Father Draco must keep up appearances.

He still feels guilty remembering how you recoiled away from him when he had spat the word ‘mudblood’ in your direction. He feels guilty as he remembers the tears trickling down your cheeks. Even that feeling paled in comparison to the way Draco feels now.

Draco remembers the first time you kissed him, and yes much to his embarrassment it was you that kissed him. You always were someone who went after what you wanted. He was in the Hospital wing after Buckbeak attacked him. Despite him being the biggest prat you’d ever met, you still went to see him anyway. You sat next to Draco in the bed, seeing the tears well in his eyes at the revelation Buckbeak would be executed. Sure he was angry the stupid thing attacked him but never would he want Buckbeak killed for it. Draco wasn’t entirely surprised to learn his Father had threatened the committee in order for Buckbeak to be sentenced. It’s not Draco that his Father cared about, it’s the family image. You had cupped his cheeks, and gently pressed your lips to his. It was the only thing you could think to do to soothe him, and it worked. Draco melted against you, his sorrows briefly muted by the feeling of your lips on his own. He thinks he might have fallen in love with you right at that moment.

The first time you went to Hogsmeade with him was the following year, during the winter. Your cheeks were rosy and your hand was as cold as ice around his warmer palm. He remembers you squealing with excitement as it began to snow again, the soft flakes fluttering gently around you. You truly did look like an angel. The snow stuck to your hair as you turned to look at him, “make a snowman with me!” Your voice was lilted, almost melodic as the happiness you felt carried over into your tone. While Draco didn’t normally do silly things like making snowmen, he couldn’t fight the smile that split across his face as he helped you roll the bottom of the snowman. Before that moment, Draco never knew joy like that even existed. It was only later that he discovered that this kind of joy only existed when he was with you.

The first time the words ‘I love you’ graced the space between your lips was when you’d both met at the astronomy tower at midnight. The stars were twinkling beautifully, but even so Draco couldn’t keep his eyes off you. You blushed, refusing to meet his eye. You were always insecure, which baffled Draco immensely. How could you believe any other girl is anywhere close to being as pretty as you? There’s not another woman on the face of this Earth that compares to you, and you would often giggle and tell him to stop when he would begin his long ‘you’re the most beautiful girl’ rant. You had led Draco to believe, that maybe he and Harry could find peace. You were in fact, the only thing they had in common. The words fell right out of his mouth before he could pause to give them any thought. “I love you,” The air seemed to stiffen around him, crushing him as he watched you. You didn’t hesitate.

“I love you Draco.” It was the best moment of his life.

Draco will never forget the first time he was allowed to see the beauty of your bare skin. You’d think it would be easier to find places to be alone in this great big castle, eventually Draco had settled for the edge of the Black Lake- far from the castle. The journey out to the Lake had started innocently, the both of you quite enjoyed star gazing and spending your evenings together. You’d been sitting next to him, watching the large tentacles of the monster that lives in the Lake toss you things from the depths. You really did have a way in bringing out the good in everything, you’d even managed to befriend the monster that lives in the Lake. “Wow look at this,” your voice was quiet with amazement as you turned over a beautiful amulet in your hands. It was simple, silver chain with a white gem that shone as brightly as the moon. The Lake monster had given it to you, and Draco remembers the soft sigh that left your lips as his hands graced the back of your neck, fastening the amulet.

Draco remembers the delicate way you turned to face him, how your eyes never left his as you carefully slid onto his lap. Your hands were placed on his shoulders as your lips met in a slow and languid kiss. The searing heat built between you two and seemed to draw your most intimate parts together. Without realizing, you’d begun to gently grind against Draco- drawing out soft moans from his lips. Never before had Draco felt this kind of desire for another person. His hands slid up your back and carefully removed each layer of clothing that was in between him and your bare skin. Your skin was flushed as Draco’s lips explored your naked body, carefully turning you over so that he would hover above you. You gripped fistfuls of the grass as Draco had found his home in between your legs, laving your sensitive folds with his tongue and mouth. It felt like heaven, and he knew it did. He could see it on your face, and you looked so beautiful.

The desire burning inside you began to beat between your legs like a drum as you pulled Draco back up your body. Nuzzling his nose against yours, Draco slipped the head of his member in between your folds. The thought of hurting you made him feel sick to his stomach, but with a few gentle words of encouragement from you, he was gently working himself inside your tight heat. The feeling was incomparable, indescribable, suffocating, and intoxicating all at the same time. Draco knew that here on the grass, between your legs, was somewhere he wanted to be forever. If he could capture this moment in something more than his minds eye he would, he wants this memory to live forever. He rocked into you again and again, losing himself in the way your body felt against his. Never had Draco felt so connected to another person, you had him, mind body and soul. He was falling into that pit now, no doubt about it, and there was no way out. He was head over heels in love, not that he minded.

Draco would do anything to keep you safe, and he really means that.

Draco had grown distant from you this year, mostly because of the swirling black tattoo on his left forearm. The Dark Mark. He knew in an instant that you had to stay as far from him as humanly possible, and while he tried to stay away, he was weak and kept falling back into your embrace. He needed to convince you to stay away from him, and if he couldn’t...then he had to make you. You’d confronted him this evening, with tears in your eyes and a tremble in your hands. You wanted, needed, to know what was going on. Why he felt so far away from you. So Draco pressed a kiss to your forehead, took your hand, and led you here. To the Astronomy tower, a place where so many monumentous things happened between you. This would be the perfect place to say goodbye.

You staggered back when he lifted his sleeve. The breath was stolen from your lungs when you saw the Dark Mark, writhing and wriggling on his arm. Tears built in your eyes as you looked at him, his name falling past your broken lips. How could this have happened? How could he let this happen? You wanted to scream, to tear your hair out, to cry, to do anything but your body wouldn’t let you. You simply stood frozen before him, feeling as though the most powerful force in the world was tearing the two of you apart. The next words out of his mouth shattered you beyond repair.

“You need to stay away from me, for your own good. And for Harry’s.” It was the first time he’d ever used Harry’s first name, that’s how you knew he really meant this. But you couldn’t, you loved Draco with every ounce of your heart, how could you leave him? You shook your head vehemently, tears now free falling down your cheeks. “I-I can’t.” You gasped, watching a pained expression cross onto Draco’s face. He didn’t want to do this, he really didn’t want to do this but the thought of you getting tortured or killed by Voldemort replays in his mind. He couldn’t put you in danger, not for something so selfish, not because he loves you. It’s because he loves you that he’s willing to let you go, that he’s willing to make this sacrifice if it means keeping you safe.

When he turns to you again, his wand is raised and the look on his face is one you’ve never seen before. His hand is trembling, his eyes look hollow and his mouth is quivering. He looks desperate, he looks distraught, but most of all, he looks broken. “Draco,” You whisper, tears in your eyes as you look up at him, your hand finding the railing behind you. “You have to stay away from me.” Draco gasps, desperately fighting tears.

“Please don’t do this.” Your voice is weak, you know what’s coming next. You’re smart enough to connect the dots.

Draco’s hand wavers, “I have to.” His voice is final, but his body looks as though it’s falling apart. Thoughts of him facing what he must face, without your love, sends panic through your chest. He’ll have to endure the pain, the struggles, all of it, alone. You want to be there for him, you don’t care about the danger. Draco knows you don’t, that’s why he has to do this.

“Baby please, I love you.” You cry desperately, and Draco feels his heart burning to dust in his chest as he looks down at you. “I love you too.” He breathes, closing his eyes and steeling his nerves for what he is going to do next. “Draco!” Your voice comes out as a cry of desperation, and you lurch forward. But Draco is faster.

“Obliviate.” He whispers the word into the open air, watching as you halt, your tearful eyes locked on his. “Draco,” You whisper as a light of blue slips from your head and into the tip of Draco’s wand. Your hands drop to your sides, and your eyes fall flat, looking through him now, seeing him as everyone else does. Your face is empty, expressionless as you watch him. Lowering his wand, Draco slips your memories into the vial as you blink in confusion before sending him a nervous smile. You look around briefly, before reaching over to grab your coat. You brush past Draco without looking at him again, offering a hollow ‘goodnight’ over your shoulder as you go. Draco feels empty, emptier than he ever has. It’s only now that he lets a tear slide down his cheek.

His hands were shaking as he leaned over the railing, the cool wind chilling him. The view laid out before him doesn’t hold any beauty in it anymore, and it feels as though all the color has drained from the world. Grasping the vial tightly in his hand, Draco squeezes his eyes shut before throwing it as hard as he could over the edge of the astronomy tower. He watches with bleary eyes as the vial of your memories, the vial containing your love for him disappears into the Black Lake. This is the right thing to do, but Draco can’t fight how wrong it feels. He knows now that he’ll never be the same, but he turns anyway. Straightens his suit, wipes his tears, and begins the journey back to his common room.

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy smut #draco x reader #draco x you #harry potter #harry potter smut #hogwarts #sad smut #Sad Imagine #obliviate #gentle smut #bittersweet

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treasure-hwa · 3 years

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⁕ first time seeing snow ⁕

pairing: wonwoo x reader

genre: fluff

— Wonwoo!

Upon hearing you yelling from the living room, he ran to there only to find your eyes glued to the garden outside and body almost vibrating in excitement. Trying to get his breath again, he asked:

— What happened?!

— It's snowing! — You pointed to the grass covered with a white blanket. — It looks so soft!

The man sighed, rubbed his still sleepy eyes and went to lie down on the couch, hoping to sleep a bit more, seeing it was too early to function correctly.

— Wonwoo! What are you doing?! Don't lie down, we need to go outside and play on the snow.

— Do we? Why are you so excited about ice? — he mumbled, eyes already closed and body facing the couch.

— It's my first time seeing snow! I want to know if it's as cool as I always thought it would be.

Wonwoo, then, knew he would lose that argument. Sometimes, he didn't remember you were from another country, where it never snowed. Your current state of happiness could be compared to a kid, wanting to play outside all day, build snowmen and have snowball fights and he didn't blame you, as he had been one of those kids.

— Woo… — You kneeled in front of the couch, ready to sing: — Do you want to build a snowman? Come on let's go and...

— Okay, okay, please, don’t sing Frozen! But at least put on thick clothes, I don't want you to get sick on your first snow play.

You nodded and ran to your room to find the best winter clothes you had while shouting:

— You are the best! I'll do snow angels, yes!

Wonwoo smiled to your pure joy state, prepping himself to go out.

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#seventeen fic #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #christmas drabbles #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo imagines

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angst-fairygodmother · 3 years

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Omg if you're open to requests!! I always kinda imagine Luther (TUA) as the best hugger? And like his s/o could just probably slide into his sweater and fit in there and whoaaa warmth. Could I mayhaps request some warm dorky fluff with the big monkey boy? (人*´∀｀)｡💕

A/N: I took “warm” a bit literally, Nonny. Hope that’s alright. Enjoy! Word Count: 1336

“Can you believe we’re actually going to have the whole day?” you said excitedly, sipping your coffee and never once taking your eyes from the window.

Most of the time, sleeping over at your boyfriend’s mansion, with its steady flowthrough of siblings, friends, and other unusual guests and its imposing, lofty decor made you feel awkward and out of place. But today, it turned out to have been the perfect choice. The grounds and gardens would be perfect for epic snowy battle, or the construction of an army, or...maybe the house was getting to you a tiny bit as your mind swept through epic dramas played out in snow.

“It’s Saturday,” Luther said in confusion, watching you from his seat at the kitchen table. “We always have the whole day on Saturday?”

“No I mean out there,” you gestured to the lawn. “Everything is fresh and pristine, we have plenty of space. It’s perfect. The only trouble will be deciding where to start.”

“What are you talking about, Y/N?”

“I’m talking about a Snow Day, Luther. Obviously.” You turned back to him to see him frowning.

“Yeah, it’s snowing today, but I don’t understand what that has to do with anything…”

“No. Not ‘it’s snowing today.’ It’s a Snow Day. There is a distinct difference. It means going out and playing. Building snowmen or igloos and having a snowball fight. You know, fun kid stuff.”

“Oh.”

He looked mildly uncomfortable. And that’s when it dawned on you. Of course he didn’t know what you meant. Luther, and all his siblings, had grown up under the oppressive thumb of Reginald Hargreeves: home-schooled, home-trained, and every detail of their lives regimented to the second. He had probably never been out to play in the snow. Maybe train in it, to prepare for any inevitability, but not actually enjoy it.

You crossed the room to sit beside him, laying your head on his arm, smiling at the fact that he didn’t tense anymore when you did.

“Trust me, Luther,” you said, plucking a slice of bacon off his plate and breaking a piece off to pop in your mouth. “It’s going to be so much fun. And if for some reason, you hate it, we’ll come in and bake cookies and drink hot cocoa instead.”

Several hours later, your face hurt in equal parts from the cold and from joy. You and Luther had built snowmen, his significantly larger but yours more decorated. You had shown him about snow angels, to which he responded with a cheesy line about you being one, and thankfully the cold and wind had covered your blush. And now, you had finished constructing barriers, trenches, and walls, preparing to wage war against one another.

“You know,” you teased, “I think I have the advantage here.”

“You? But I’m the one who’s actually fought before,” he countered.

“Ah yes, but I’m smaller, faster, and cuter.”

“You are the cutest,” he agreed with a grin. “But I don’t get how that helps.”

“Because you can’t hit this face.” You gave him your most adorable pout.

The expression was quickly wiped off your face with a “thomp” and a shower of powder as Luther pitched the first snowball at you. You shrieked, darting behind one of the snowy ramparts, chased by his laughter.

The sound was enough to wipe away any annoyance you might have had at the cheap shot. It wasn’t often that you got to hear him laugh, or see him smile as freely as he was when you peeked over your shelter wall, as if he had finally let go of the weight of the world and of his father’s sins he had imputed onto himself.

“How dare you! This means war Hargreeves!” you called, pitching a blind shot in an arch over your head toward him.

The courtyard rang with the sounds of your snowball fight. You were soaked to the bone and couldn’t feel your fingers and toes, and the sun was starting to sink low behind the surrounding building. On one pass, as near to melee as you got, he noticed the bluing of your lips and how badly you were shivering. His powers included an increased durability and resistance to the elements, and the mutation from the serum had only increased that, so he hadn’t noticed just how cold it had gotten, or how long you had been out. Now, it was all he could think about, overwhelmed by concern that you were going to get sick.

Throwing up his hands, he called for a truce. Reluctantly, you agreed, teeth chattering.

“It is getting kind of late…” you admitted, looking up at the deep blue creeping across the sky.

“You should go take a hot shower and get warmed up,” he insisted as he ushered you inside.

“What about you?” you asked, tone suggestive.

“I don’t get as cold. I’ll just throw on a dry shirt, and then I’ll get something started for dinner. Do you want tea?”

“It’s a Snow Day, Luther,” you said with a dramatic roll of your eyes, trying not to pout that your subtlety was lost on him. “The only acceptable drink is hot cocoa.”

He laughed, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead and nudging you toward the bathroom again, half tempted to just pick you up and carry you there.

As you exited the shower, you realized that you had no dry clothes to put on and frowned. You supposed you could go raid Allison’s old closet, or Klaus’s and find something in your size if not style. Then you had a better idea. Wrapping in one of the large, fluffy towels he had set for you, you stole back down the hall to Luther’s room, rooting through his dresser until you found what you needed.

There were very few people in the world Luther wasn’t larger than, but as you pulled his sweater over your head and were immediately dwarfed by it, you were reminded just how much larger than you he was. It took a little tweaking, but eventually you had a satisfactory new dress.

Despite steaming up the bathroom and soaking as long as possible, and wrapping yourself in the soft, warm wool that smelled blissfully like your boyfriend, you were still cold as you padded down to the kitchen to rejoin Luther. You giggled as he looked up from setting the table and flushed bright red at the sight of you in his clothing, your legs exposed.

“You...you’re wearing…” he murmured, gaping at you.

You smiled, leaning on the door frame in a way that you hoped was seductive but was probably more likely awkward. “Wearing your shirt? Yes I am.”

“Why?” you loved the way his face scrunched up when he was confused.

“Do you not like it? I thought it would be a nice surprise,” you purred before shrugging sheepishly. “Also I didn’t have any dry clothes.”

“Oh. Right. I didn’t think of that. Sorry.”

“Nothing to apologize for, I didn’t think of it either. And your sweater is like super comfy, anyway.”

A chill breeze whistled through the empty mansion from some missed open window, brushing against your back and making you shiver again. Luther crossed the room, his long strides making it take no time at all before he had you wrapped tightly in his arms. You buried your face against him, smiling at the sure, comfortable way he hugged you, another change from the fearful and uncertain way he had done...everything to be frank, at the beginning of your relationship.

“Are you still cold, Y/N?” he asked, voice heavy with concern. “What can I do to warm you up?”

You tilted your head to look up at him, finding him staring softly back.

“Hm...you could start with a kiss?”

His eyes crinkled as he smiled before leaning down to press his lips to yours. As you brought your hands up to curl around his neck, you sighed contentedly.

#I also hope I understood you about fitting his clothes #Luther is so soft and deserves love #so thank you for this #it's been super cold here all week so I am very much in Winter Mode #Has Luther ever partaken of a snowball fight? Of snow angels? Probably not. which is tragic #fluff #Luther Hargreeves x reader #The Umbrella Academy Fic

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nothinbutblueskieshere · 3 years

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Skating to You

Harry is (supposedly) in England spending the holidays with his family. You’re ice skating with your friends, thinking about how you wish he were here to share in this moment. Little do you know... he is.

There’s a somber mood in the air for you tonight as you and your friends walk around the downtown of your college town. The christmas lights around you glow brightly, making your eyes brim with tears. This would all be so romantic… if Harry were here.

Although you love your friends so much, all of their significant others are with you guys, leaving you to be alone tonight, seventh wheeling. As much as you love being out with your friends, this makes you miss Harry. He’s back in England, spending the holidays with his mom and sister, which you obviously understand and are happy for him, but there’s a part of you that is sad by this, too.

Long distance is hard in any situation, but it is even harder when your boyfriend is a famous singer who splits his time between tour, his home and family in England, recording and his life in California, and you, in (Y/H/T). So even though you are used to the distance, you still have a hard time during special moments, like the holidays.

You love Harry, though. You love him with everything you have. You love the way his eyes sparkle when he talks about his passions, the way he throws his head back when he laughs super hard, and the way he leaves you little love notes when he’s in town, so that you can find them later.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Your roommate, Emily, runs up to you, a bright smile encompassing her face. “We are going to get some ice skates and go skating! Do you want me to get you some?”

“I am actually going to get some hot chocolate and then watch you guys. I’m not trying to embarrass myself too bad tonight.” She laughs, knowing how serious you are. Before heading back to her boyfriend and your other friends in line, she hugs you tightly, knowing that something is wrong, but not wanting to push the topic.

Once you have your hot chocolate and find a comfortable spot to watch your friends skate, you breathe in deep, taking in this moment, enjoying the atmosphere and enjoying seeing your friends laugh and goof around on the ice. You watch as the snow falls slowly around you, making you feel as though you were in a Hallmark Christmas movie.

Christmas lights are everywhere around you. They are hanging in between the buildings, on all of the trees, and on all of the big christmas light snowmen. It is the perfect little square, giving you the feelings of christmas, happiness, and warmth, even as you’re covered in the falling snow.

This feeling grows even more when the speaker above you that was just playing “jingle bells”, is now playing your favorite christmas song “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas”.

You want so bad to be involved in this moment, but you can’t help but check your phone to see if there are any missed texts or calls from Harry.

Nick, one of your best friends, leans against the edge of the rink, looking curiously at you. “What’s up with you, babe?” He cuts you off as you begin to respond. “And don’t tell me that you don’t want to embarrass yourself, because you know that I would catch you.”

“It looks like Miles is the one who needs your help, not me,” you say, pointing to Nick’s boyfriend, Miles, who is struggling to get back up on his own after falling. He laughs, cheering for Miles before turning back to you.

“(Y/N), you have five more minutes to sulk. I know you miss Harry, but I also know that he would want you being a goofball and falling on the ice instead of being sad.”

You nod, knowing that your best friend is right. It won’t do you any good to be moping around all night, even if that is what you really want to be doing. “Alrighttt. Go back to your boyfriend now, he looks like he could use some help.”

With a salute and a graceful push away from the wall, Nick is off to go save his man. You love their relationship and are so glad that he found someone that makes him so happy. You and Nick have been friends since early highschool, when your english teacher sat the two of you together. Here you are now, all these years later, living together, in loving relationships, months away from getting your degrees.

After your ‘five minutes of pouting’ are over, you get yourself some skates and (not-so-gracefully) make your way to the other side of the rink, where your friends are waiting for you.

For as long as you can remember, you have been terrible at ice skating alone. Usually, when someone is with you holding your arm or hand, or you are holding on to the wall, you are just fine. But when you try to skate alone, however, you suck. There’s no nice way to put it. You’ve accepted by now that you just aren’t good at it.

“Hello (Y/N),” Nick says, smirking as you approach, “you look absolutely lovely when the ice illuminates off your face like that.”

You roll your eyes. “You are full of shit, I just want you to know that.”

He just laughs and takes your hand and begins to skate with you, going slowly so that you can get used to the ice being under your feet. He was always the one at school ice skating events to hold your hand so you didn’t fall. Part of that was because, one, you never really had any boyfriends or anyone else to hold your hand, and two, he wasn’t out yet and so you wanted him to feel comfortable in public situations and did anything you could to do so.

“You don’t have to skate with me, ya know?” You say. He doesn’t need to. He should be skating with Miles, whom he is so in love with. He had waited so long and finally found this amazing guy who loves him just as much.

“But you’ve always been my skating buddy. Tell me, (Y/N), if Harry were here, would you be willing to skate with me?”

You nod, knowing he’s right. “You should still go skate with him, he loves you and came here to skate with you, not watch you skate with me.”

Eventually, after enough convincing, he goes back to Miles and you concentrate really hard on staying up on your feet and not ending up on your butt. That only lasts so long, though, when you get distracted by the lights above you, creating a soft glow onto the rink, filling you with a very content, almost emotional state. It’s so beautiful. Just another reason you love christmastime.

Unfortunately, though, you do fall. You think that at least you are going to be looking at the pretty lights as you land on your butt. As soon as your butt should hit the ice, however, it doesn’t.

Confused, you look up and can’t even begin to comprehend what you are seeing. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in a different time zone!” It’s him. He’s actually here. On this ice rink with you, under the christmas lights.

“Surprise!” Kneeling so you can face him, you throw your arms around Harry, holding him as tightly as you can. It has been almost five months since you have been able to hug him like this, close to you, feeling every muscle and ounce of love he has, even while he is wearing his coat.

After your long awaited reunion, you ask him if you can get off the ice, him knowing that ice skating really is not your favorite thing. He knows you’d do it for him, but he would never force you to. Sitting on the bench from before, this time in a much better mood, you snuggle into his side, laying your head in the crook of his neck, experiencing a feeling of so much love and so much joy.

Harry has one hand holding his hot chocolate and the other around you, holding you as close to him as possible, not wanting there to be any space between the two of you. “I can’t believe you’re here,” he hears you say quietly, hearing the amazement and happiness in your tone. You can feel him smile and he kisses the top of your head briefly.

“I was sitting at my mum’s house, looking at the christmas tree and I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about how much you love this holiday.” He pauses to laugh as he watches Nick wipe out on the ice. Nick hears him, jokingly flipping him off from twenty feet away. “I hated you not being with me. Right then I decided to come getcha, angel. I’m tired of feeling like a million miles are between us.”

“I love you, Har.” You reach up to connect your lips to his, yearning for the type of closeness only he can give you. He kisses you back, just as passionately as you did him.

“I love you, too, my angel. Now, as I was sayin’. I was wonderin’ if when you graduate - and I mean like the minute you graduate - if you wanted to move in with me. I just wanna wake up and fall asleep next to you every night. I’m tired of not being able to hold you, and kiss you… and ya know… be inside you.”

“I would love nothing more than to move in with you, love.” You kiss him as hard, as passionately, and as full of love as you can, feeling the curves of his lips against yours. His cold nose against your face almost intensifies this moment even more.

He pulls apart from you, causing you to whine a little. “Only one more thing, love, I promise, then we can go do whatever you would like.” You nod, motioning for him to continue. “My mum misses you, too. She wants me to bring you back with me for christmas. You in?”

“Yes! I would love to!” He kisses you again, clearly wanting you as bad as you do him. “I can’t believe this moment is real.” The christmas lights glow warmly around you, showing off the curves of Harry’s face in the softest of lights.

“Well, that’s christmas, baby.”

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry #christmas #imagine #fluff

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justkurotingz · 4 years

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snowflake (spencer reid x y/n)

“because each ice crystal has a unique path to the ground. they will float through different clouds of different temperatures and different levels of moisture, which means the ice crystal will grow in a unique way.”

this is just a lil scenario that’s been on my mind for FOREVER so i wanted to just write <3 thank you SO so much for the support and followers <3 i really appreciate it. happy earth day :))

word count: 746 words

“stop!” you said forcefully to no avail. “spence!” you whined, laughs escaping your mouth although you were trying to stifle them. you were leaning against your husband, trying to enjoy the snowfall, but he of course had to ruin the moment by tickling you.

“i’m serious QUIT IT!” your giggles and his deep chuckles travelled upstairs, where your sleeping daughter awoke. she was 4 already, growing fast, too fast, but she was the joy of your lives. your life couldn’t be any more perfect.

spence wrapped the blanket around the two of you tighter, and you laid your head down on his shoulder. “i love you.” you whispered, taking a sip of your steaming hot chocolate, and staring at the crackling fireplace.

“love you too angel.” it was nearing 1 am when you heard soft, padded footsteps coming down the stairs. “petal?” you called out and a soft giggle confirmed your thoughts. “mommy!” your daughter rushed into your arms and you sighed, kissing her curls that matched her father’s identically.

“rose, it’s 1 am. it’s adult time, what did mommy tell you?” you scolded her lightly, but you weren’t too mad. “i was trying to find olaf.” she whispered sadly and spence took her from you. “did you find her baby?” he poked her stomach and she shook her head. “no daddy. i didn’t find olaf.” at that moment you would have travelled the ends of the world to get her olaf just so you could see the smile in her eyes, but spence had a better idea.

“come on, let’s get you hot chocolate and some olaf.” “spencer.” i glared and him and he smiled. “shh, our secret, or else mommy’s going to kill us.” rose giggled, wrapping her arms around spence’s neck as he carried her to the kitchen, making her hot cocoa.

from your position on the couch, you watched, smiling as they made the cocoa together and rose decorated it with marshmallows. “done?” she nodded and walked back to me. “shhhh mommy.” you laughed, kissing her forehead. “come here baby, daddy will get olaf for you.”

as spence turned on the tv and inserted the frozen dvd, your daughter fell against you, getting sleepier by the second. “fast forward.” you whispered and spence grinned. “way ahead of you angel.” as rose fell asleep, she watched olaf meet anna with a giggle. “mommy i love olaf.” she whispered drowsily, and you smiled. “daddy will take you to bed.” spence gently took her from me and headed upstairs, whispering to his baby girl.

“you know daddy loves you so much right baby?” “i love you too daddy. but i love olaf too.” rose whispered and spence smiled. “it’s ok to love a lot of people baby. you love mommy too.” she nodded, giggling and spence tucked her in. “did you know that water memory is the purported ability of water to retain a memory of substances previously dissolved in it even after an arbitrary number of serial dilutions?” he whispered, his random fact putting her to sleep. “sleep well sweetheart.” he kissed her forehead and closed the door, coming back downstairs to you.

“i love her so much.” you whispered, leaning back against spencer as he sat down next to you. “me too. without you both... i’d be in a totally different place.” you smiled knowingly and fixed your attention on the snowflakes falling outside the window.

“studies show snowflakes are all unique because each ice crystal has a unique path to the ground. they will float through different clouds of different temperatures and different levels of moisture, which means the ice crystal will grow in a unique way.“ “that’s nice spence.” you whispered, yawning.

“you know what snowflakes signify to me?” you whispered, falling asleep in spence’s arms. “hmm?” he murmured, looking down at you and you smiled. “family. we’re all different and go through our own struggles. but we’re always close by and there for each other. we’re together, no matter what.” the last thing you saw before sleep took over was spence’s content smile.

“this is why i love you. you take my facts and make them emotional, meaningful, just like what you do to me. sleep well angel, i love you.” with that, you closed your eyes and drifted off into your dreamland, where you were building snowmen with your husband and daughter. maybe tomorrow you mused and fell into deep sleep, safe and loved, warm despite the snow outside.

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ericsonclan · 3 years

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Snow Dusted Fun

Summary: The monsters gather around for some winter fun.

Word Count: 2877

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Minnie could feel her feathers prickling as a cool winter breeze rushed past her, causing her body to shiver slightly. Even with a coat and hat it still felt chilly to the harpy. A loud sneeze drew her attention over to her twin who let out a twitter while shaking her head.

“It sure is cold out today, huh?” Sophie smiled over at her sister.

“Yeah,” Minnie nodded in agreement. “But it's also really pretty,” The harpy’s icy blue eyes glanced up at the sky where snowflakes started to slowly drift down.

Sophie stuck out her tongue and let a snowflake stick to it. “Wintertime is always so nice.” The twins continued to walk down the street, their talons disappearing into the snow as they made their way to their destination. Minnie nervously checked her watch for a moment. When she glanced up she saw a teasing smile on her sister’s face.

“I just want to make sure we’re on time.” Minnie’s sentence made Sophie let out a small chuckle.

“We’re fine, the berry fields aren't far from here. Besides, it’s not the end of the world if we’re a bit late. It’s not like everyone else is gonna be standing there waiting for us.”

“True,” Minnie’s pace quickened though as she led the way down the sidewalk that led to destination. Sophie jogged to keep up only to skid to a halt when Minnie paused. Following her sister’s gaze, she noticed what had caused her to stop in her tracks.

There, standing a few feet away from them was Renata, her face and hair snow-dusted. Her head tilted this way and that while her ears twitched. The huldra’s focus was completely on the pile of snow in front of her. Without warning she leapt high in the air before landing in the snow mound with a soft thud, her tail falling to the side as the top half of her body had already disappeared under the snow.

The twin harpies watched in silence, waiting for the huldra to emerge from the snow. After a few seconds Renata’s head popped out, completely covered with snow. She looked giddy with joy after that snow jump. It didn’t take long for her eyes to catch sight of the twins, however, and as soon as she did she scampered over their way.

“Min!” Renata ran forward and wrapped her arms around Minnie, nuzzling her still snow-covered head against Minnie’s, causing a shiver to run down the harpy’s spine.

“Hey, Ren.” Minnie smiled down at her girlfriend with a shy blush. “Having fun snow diving?”

“Mmhmm,” Renata smiled, her sharp teeth shining brightly “But it’s gonna be even more fun now that you’re here. We get to enjoy my favorite season together!”

“I thought you said your favorite season was autumn,” Sophie’s voice drew her best friend’s attention.

“Yeah, it was, but now that it's winter time that’s changed!” Renata’s tail curled into the shape of a question mark. “There’s nothing like snow!” Her smile grew at the thought before she held onto Minnie’s hand and started guiding her forward. “Come on, we can’t waste a second now that you two are here! I was getting bored with just Violet for company.”

“Vi’s here?” Sophie looked around the fields to see if she could see her friend when they spotted her. The werewolf was in the midst of digging within the snow. A substantial amount of snow had been dug up and flung behind her. The werewolf’s tail wagged excitedly as she continued to dig the hole. After a second Violet stopped and glanced up, her ears covered with snow, when she felt eyes on her. In an instant the werewolf’s tail went flat, clearly embarrassed that she let her hunting instincts take over. Shaking off the snow, Violet made her way over to Sophie, moving past Renata who had run off holding Minnie’s hand with promises of making the best snow angels.

“Hey, Vi.” Sophie smiled warmly over at her best friend.

“Hey,” Violet mumbled. Her tail was slowly swaying back and forth at the sight of her friend.

“Is it just you and Ren here?” Sophie’s question made the werewolf’s pale green eyes glance up.

Violet gave a short nod.

“Well, since Minnie and Renata are busy,” Sophie looked over and watched as Minnie started to make a snow angel, happy chirps escaping her lips as Renata joined in making her own beside her, “Wanna make a snow fort?”

“Sure,” Violet shrugged; her tail wagged even faster now. Sophie let out an excited twitter and ran over to a spot on the snow that neither the huldra or werewolf had messed with their hunting.

“Okay, so I’m thinking of big walls that go in a circle.” Sophie’s hands mapped out the idea. Violet nodded along. Soon the two friends were working on their snow fort. They talked about how this would give them an advantage when the others showed up for a snowball fight.

Both of them seemed excited at the idea and continued to work when more monsters began to show up. Violet’s ears immediately perked when she saw Prisha making her way towards the field while she spoke with Clementine. The vampire’s eyes soon met the werewolf’s, causing both of their faces to instantly brighten. Wordlessly Violet left the harpy alone to work on the snow fort as she made her way to Prisha.

“Hello, Violet.” Prisha smiled, her fangs sticking out ever so slightly.

“Hey, Prisha.” Violet’s tail energetically wagged at the sight of her girlfriend.The werewolf looked over at Clementine who was busy making sure her hat was securely on her head. “Hey, Clem.”

The human stopped in her task and offered a smile. “Hey, Violet. Seems like you and Soph have already been hard at work.” Clementine gestured over to where the snow fort stood. The harpy gave a determined crow as she placed a huge pile of snow on to the snow fort then a happy chirp only to be stopped when a snowball hit her square in the face.

Renata’s laughter made it clear that she was the culprit as her tail curled into the shape of a question mark once again, a mischievous grin on her face. Sophie shook her head wildly and gave a glare that lasted for only a moment before she formed a snowball and tossed it at the huldra, nearly knocking her over with it.

“Well, it seems like things are already getting crazy,” Prisha stated.

“Oh, are we late?” Louis’ charming voice drew Clementine’s attention. Her eyes brightened in an instant when she noticed her boyfriend who was strolling forward with Marlon. The frankenstein seemed just as happy to see his girlfriend as he jogged ahead and planted a quick kiss on Clementine's cheek. The couple were completely caught up in the moment of the kiss, only snapping out when the dullahan spoke.

“Looks like Sophie needs my help,” Marlon double-checked his scarf that secured his head in place before running forward. “Sophie!” The harpy paused in her attacks on the huldra and looked over at her boyfriend. Her eyes danced with happiness when they looked at him.

“Ready to kick some ass?” Marlon asked, sliding behind the protection of the half-built snow fort.

“Yeah, let’s do it!” Sophie packed together a snowball and tossed it over at Renata. The huldra let out another fox-like laugh when the snowball missed. Sophie was about to send another attack when a snowball hit her face. Shaking her head, she saw that Minnie was the one who threw it, a competitive smile on her face as she looked at her twin.

“Oh, it’s on now!” Sophie gave a war chirp and soon the two couples were in an all-out war, tossing snowballs and trying to get the upper hand in the never-ending snow battle.

“Well they seem locked in a fierce battle. So how about the four of us build snowmen!” Louis suggested, a bright smile on his face as he looked over at the others.

“I’d love that,” Clementine replied, intertwining her fingers with the frankenstein’s.

“Sounds fun,” Prisha added and looked over at her girlfriend. “Right, Violet?”

“Sure,” Violet gave a small smile, her tail still moving back and forth happily. With the others’ confirmation, Louis guided them over to a spot and got down on his knees to begin to build the snowman. As soon as he started to roll the bottom third of the snowman Clementine joined him. The couple pushed the base together, working as a team to make the best snowman. Violet ran off for a moment while Prisha began to build the snowman. The werewolf soon returned carrying sticks for both sets of snowmen. Prisha and Violet talked amongst themselves as they worked to push the base in place before starting on the next part. Ruby and Aasim were the last to appear at the field, slowly walking forward hand in hand. They’d showed up around the time that both couples had nearly finished their second section of the snowman.

“Sorry we’re late,” Ruby flashed an apologetic grin. “My pa needed help with something in preparations for the holidays.”

“Ruby! Aasim!” Louis smiled wildly. “You two made it just in time to help finish making the snowmen!”

The dryad and fire elemental seemed relieved that they hadn’t missed out on all the fun as they strolled over. Both of them began to work on Clementine and Louis‘ snowman. Luckily Aasim had gotten special-made gloves so his hands didn’t melt the snow and in turn the liquidated snow didn’t harm his skin. Ruby and Clementine started talking about holiday traditions as they lifted up the final section of the snowman onto the other balls of snow. Meanwhile Aasim and Louis were debating on what sort of face the snowman should have.

“I don’t see why it can't have buck teeth.” Louis huffed, placing his hands on his hips.

“Because I don’t know how it would be possible with the items we have to do it.” Aasim countered, his flames flickering with annoyance.

“Well, fine. But we’re giving it dreadlocks.”

“I... “ Aasim sighed. “Sure we can just put a lot of sticks on the head.”

“Yes!” Louis pulled victoriously on the sides of his coat. “Violet, I’m gonna need help finding more sticks!”

The werewolf glanced over, annoyed that she was cut off from her conversation with Prisha. “Louis, you can find your own sticks.”

“But you have a secret sixth sense about where they are. A stick sense.”

Violet stared at her best friend, unimpressed by his pun. She was about to respond when a stray snowball hit the werewolf in the face.

Everyone stopped in that moment, their eyes wandering over to the huldra who looked somewhat apologetic although her grin made it unclear how sincere it was. Wordlessly Violet leaned over and gathered snow, patting it into a snowball and chucking it over at Renata. The snowball hit the huldra, breaking into smaller pieces. Some of which slipped into her gloves. Renata danced around from the cold for a minute before dramatically pointing a finger at the werewolf. “You’ve just declared war on the wrong canine.”

“I don’t care about your stupid-”

Before Violet could say anything more another snowball flew towards her. But instead of hitting the original target it ended up hitting Prisha. Violet’s eyes widened before she looked back at the huldra. A small growl escaped her lips as she sprinted forward to join the snowball fight. It was a fierce fight that ended with all members of the snowball fight collapsed on the ground as they caught their breath. After a minute Violet got up and sat under a tree to get some space when she noticed Prisha walking over.

“Mind if I join you?” The vampire asked with a small smile.

“No,” Violet’s tail whacked wildly against the tree as Prisha joined her side. The two silently watched as Louis and Clementine were busy having a snow angel contest against Marlon and Sophie. Slowly Violet reached out her hand and wrapped it around Prisha. The sudden warmth surprised the vampire for a moment but she soon scooted closer to her girlfriend.

Prisha let out a content sigh as she let her head rest on top of Violet’s. Being a vampire meant that she was always cold, the wintertime only making her even chillier than usual. But Violet was always warm. Being a werewolf meant that she had a natural body heat that never faded no matter how cold it was. It was always comforting to Prisha to be near Violet but to have this added warmth during the winter was a pleasant bonus. The two sat in content silence for a few minutes, simply enjoying each others’ presence.

“Ahhh,” Louis’ voice suddenly appeared to the right of Violet. “You really are toasty!”

“Louis,” Violet looked over in surprise, her eyes hardening with annoyance. “Why are you leaning on me?”

The frankenstein looked at her with a pout. “I’m cold and everyone else is already hogging Aasim.” Louis pointed over at the fire elemental who was surrounded by the others. All of them held out their hands around the monster who seemed annoyed by the whole turn of events.

“Well, then wait for your turn or something.” Violet pushed Louis away.

“Come on, Vi.”

“No.” The werewolf said simply.

“But you let Prisha sit next to you.” Louis argued.

“Because she’s my girlfriend,” Violet shot back with a small frown when she saw Louis was unconvinced, still trying to win this conversation.

“And I’m your best friend! Marlon would do it for me.” Louis put his hands on his hips.

“Then go to Marlon.” Violet muttered. The pair of friends continued to bicker as the vampire stared over at the group surrounding Aasim, curious at what was happening with the fire elemental.

“How much longer do I have to stand here?” Aasim asked, his flames flickering lightly.

“If you could stay still for just another minute, that would be great, “ Clementine smiled apologetically at her friend.

“So warm,” Renata grinned as she held out her hands. Minnie nodded in agreement, a content smile on her face. Aasim let out a tired sigh.

“Aww, Aasim, you can’t blame them for wanting the warmth.” Ruby smiled lovingly at her boyfriend. “Since you’re such a hottie.”

That sentence set the fire elemental’s heart aflame. The flames surrounding his body shot out, causing the other monsters to yelp in fright as they leapt backwards. Sophie landed in a pile of snow with an alarmed chirp. The harpy’s head popped up, her eyes widening when she saw that the fire had gotten to one of her feathers. With frantic breaths Sophie was able to get the flame out and fell back with a sigh, only to be surprised when she saw Marlon’s head was lying on the snow beside her.

“Marlon!” Sophie got up to her feet and carefully cradled her boyfriend’s head.

“Hey, Soph,” Marlon blinked a few times, still shaken by the jump.

“Where did your body end up?” Sophie looked around, her blue eyes searching the snow before they stopped on Marlon’s form. It was struggling to get up by itself and was crawling around aimlessly in search of its head. The translucent misty blue vapors swirled around above his neck, humming lowly as Marlon’s body continued to search.

Sophie ran over and with the help of Clementine got Marlon back on his feet. Carefully the harpy placed the dullahan’s head back in place. Sophie smiled at Marlon then moved her hands to help secure the scarf around his neck. “Gotta make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

“Yeah,” Marlon gave a short nod. “But nothing bad happened this time.”

“I am so sorry,” Aasim’s face was hidden behind his hands as he apologized. “I should’ve been able to contain my flames better.”

“Nah, you’re fine,” Marlon gave a reassuring smile over to his friend.

“Yeah, it just made everything extra toasty,” Sophie added with a grin. The other monsters soon gathered around.

“Are you okay, Marlon?” The frankenstein was clearly concerned for his best friend, brushing the excess snow off his coat.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just…” Marlon paused, his nose scrunching up before he let out a loud sneeze, causing his head to shift slightly out of place. Sophie lifted up her hands to help readjust her boyfriend’s head. “Just cold.”

Everyone seemed to be in the same boat as the dullahan. Suddenly the frankenstein let out an excited gasp. “Why don’t we head over to my place and we can have some hot chocolate?”

“Really?” Minnie looked surprised. “Isn’t your dad strict about guests?”

“Yeah, but he’s away for the weekend so it’s totally cool. I just need to make a call and a car will come get us.”

The others talked about it amongst themselves for a few minutes then all agreed to the suggestion. Louis beamed at the news and made the call. Once that was done the monsters all headed towards the main street, the different couples walking hand in hand as they made their way to a warm house and hot holiday drinks.

#twdg #twdg minnie #twdg sophie #twdg renata #twdg violet #twdg prisha #twdg clementine #twdg louis #twdg marlon #twdg aasim #twdg ruby #twdg minata #twdg marile #twdg privet #rusim #clouis #fanfic #we are monsters we are proud au #twdg christmas

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nobeliumoxygenoxygenmisc · 5 years

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Main 6 with MC in the snow (HCs)

(modern au - these got long-ish so portia, muriel, and lucio are under the cut!)

Asra

Don’t lose him in the snow because asra’s hair is snow so be sure to keep your asra near you at All Times

snow snakes because faust (later when you facetime her, coz she’s being babysat by muriel, and show her the pictures of the snow snake she’s ecstatic its adorable “twins!”)

He always makes sure you’re bundled up enough but show the slightest shiver and he’s piling more layers on top

if you two go tobogganing down together, asra doesn’t realise anything he’s just kinda cuddling into you and ignoring how fast you’re going down

“asra i think we’re gonna fall” “hm??” asra we’re gonna fall ohmyg--” “you’re so warm y/n” “a s r a”

he says so many stupid snow related pick up lines tho

e.g. “asra where’s your scarf??” “hmm... oh looks like it lost it... can i wrap you around me instead?” “... asra did you lose it on purpose”

or, you two make a snow angel “you’re the real angel here y/n”

Warm up cuddles later on!! Because you gotta!!

Depending on your skills, asra can either a) pretend he sucks at skiing etc. or whatever just so you can teach touch him a bit or b) become your teacher to “correct” your stance just so he can teach touch you a bit - he’s flexible like that

And you know he’s playing but it’s a good game

Nadia

Grace elegance and beauty even in the freezing cold

shes so happy to be able to have time with you in the snow because she’s so far away from her responsibilities and it’s just the two of you

You two make a fabulous snowman that … honestly looks really good wow

But the best part is not even out in the snow it’s when you’re both inside and you’re sipping your hot drink and nadia’s smiling at you and you’re like ??? and she just goes “You look charming MC” and you don’t quite believe her because your nose is running and your eyes are watery from the cold but nadia is so genuine that you’re not flushing just from the cold anymore

She’s super supportive when you go skiing/whatevering down and takes loads of pictures and videos and tells you you were amazing even if she’s already a pro at it

if you fall, nadia makes sure you’re alright first and foremost and frets just a bit before you reassure her you’re fine

if she falls (if that’s possible) she laughs it off and asks you to teach her with a very sly but subtle smile that makes you go >.>

on the snow lifts, she looks at you like flynn looked at rapunzal in that one tangled scene as you’re looking at the scenery

Julian

Snowball fights but julianised. So like every time you get a hit in he’s crying out in pain and dramatically falling to the ground because of course he is

You two probably reenact a death scene and it’s very very dramatic

“MC… remember i love you… my dear my sun my stars … not even the harsh coldness of this weapon of snow … could ever erase your warmth from my heart”

If they’re there, mazelinka and portia are not impressed but they do remark that you two are a match made in heaven considering you indulge in his drama

A few passerbys probably go wtf but it’s okay because you’re having fun with your dear, sun, and stars

And he does exude a sort of charisma so some kids aren’t afraid of taking a shot as well and its hilarious for them when he “dies” so this leads to a huge game of snowball fights and julian thinking he cant wait to have fun like this with your future kids

Going down the hill in whatever form more than likely ends up with julian on the ground with a face full of snow because he tried to do a trick five levels higher than his own

julian probably says stupid snow pick up lines like asra but his make you roll your eyes when he says it because he’s so smug and dramatic saying them

Portia

You two do everything there is to do in the snow

snow angels turn into snowball fights with portia making impressive fortresses and throwing snowballs with more force than someone her height should be able to use that turn into snowmen that collapse because you two are really just chucking as much snow as possible into one huge pile before just sculpting it into this vague humanoid shape that you two take one look at and go ...

“it kinda reminds me of vlastomil!! ” “maybe volta if you tilt your head..?” “oh! you’re so right y/n!” *snow figure collapses* both of you, in sync: “vulgora”

Go tobogganing down together and portia’s laughs and squeals are enough to last you the whole year who needs warm clothes or fireplaces when portia is the sun herself

of course that’s before she uses your weights to speed up as you go down and inevitably crash and burn and now she’s not so much squealing but screaming but still in joy let’s be real and now you’re not so much warm but panicking

The snow lift is fun but hopefully you’re not afraid of heights because portia unintentionally (or intentionally…) rocks your seat as she waves to people down below and probably gives you a mini heart attack when she holds the phone over the edge to take pictures

Muriel

You two are in your own little corner because there’s a lot of people so you should definitely find a quiet place but not to worry inanna is with you of course and the whole experience is very very soft and wholesome with muriel

the only person you’d leave the snow super unharmed with. everyone else are varying degrees of a mess

He won’t do snowball fights but if you join in with someone else’s he may be coaxed into making snowballs for you to launch from behind your little snow fortress that has to be big to cover your mountain boyfriend

comment on how adorable he is in his seventeen layers of clothing and he’ll shortcircuit like. “!!!! w-what?? ...it’s-it’s cold. stop smiling.”

Snow angels are just sad comparisons of your angel to his, really, and you have to convince him to do it because why?? whats the point of that??

and that’s if inanna doesn’t come over and trample them as soon as you two finish and get up because she’s curious

You two try to make a snow companion for her but the resemblance is … not uncanny

Still it’s enough to get pictures!!

Take the opportunity to cuddle more than usual indoors because you can use the excuse that you’re “cold so let’s cuddle” and maybe some puppy dog eyes thrown in so muriel’s conflicted but ultimately kind heart is compelled to warm you up

Lucio

snowball fights start off with one innocent ball that is a bit rougher than you’d like and then it snowballs into something bordering on vicious - people steer their families away from you two

at first he was just trying to annoy you but assuming you fought back, it is so on - good luck

If lucio wins he’s rubbing it in your face but if you win? He’s playing it off like “well it’s just a game anyway!” sure it is lucio sure it is

if a stranger throws a snowball at you, whether intentionally or not, he’s ready to protect you even from a little kid. no one can hit you with snowballs but him thank you very much

Snowboarding, skiing, whatever it is he wants to get to the bottom first. and lucio might not even be trying to win against you - someone passes him and he’s speeding the hell up

Take the snow lifts and he’ll take the opportunity to cuddle up with you under the guise of “don’t be scared MC, i’ve got you” but it’s more like you’ve got him if the lift stops and he’s like “what is going on??? Why have we stopped??? Has something happened?? This is ridiculous do they know who i am--” “lucio please--”

probably looks at you like miguel looked at tulio in that one road to el dorado scene

dare him hard enough to lick his arm and he would actually do it to show you he’s not a coward so like. your move

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petri808 · 4 years

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Wintery Wonderland

Kiribaku winter drabble

❄️❄️☃️⛸⛸

There’s been another threat to the UA students, and a campus lock down was put into effect. Not surprisingly, the students weren’t at all happy about being holed up in their dorms. It was the weekend! The snow and clear weather outside was perfect for snow ball fights, ice skating, making snowmen and snow angels, or just diving into the fluffy white drifts. They were teenagers with a lot of pent up energy. But the teachers refused, safety being more important.

As if that would stop the students of Class 1-A.

They played on All Might’s heartstrings, and Iida reasoned with Aizawa, until finally their teacher relented on two conditions. First All Might, who offered to supervise, would stay with them, and two, they could not leave the gymnasium. At first, a few were confused because being stuck in the gym was no different than their dorms. That was until Iida explained. Todoroki has offered to turn the gym into a winter playground.

“Tch, show off,” Bakugou sneers.

Kirishima bumps Bakugou’s shoulder with his fist. “Come on B, it’s still better than nothin, or would ya rather go back to the dorms.”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t go!” Bakugou turns and starts walking towards the gym with the rest of their class. But Kirishima doesn’t hop to his side quick enough. He huffs, stops, and without turning yells. “Oi! Hurry the fuck up shitty hair!”

That makes Kirishima jump, but he follows orders, getting to his friends side in seconds.

“So,” Bakugou mumbles as they walk, “they said half n half is gonna make a skating section... you wanna skate with me?”

“I.. yeah sure, I guess...”

“You don’t gotta! If you don’t wanna...” Bakugou’s voice trails off. He turns his head sharply to look away, as the heat rises on his cheeks. “I just like skating, okay?! It ain’t like me asking ya means anything special!”

Kirishima chuckles at his friends back peddling. He didn’t understand what Bakugou meant by the last part, but figured it was to save his pride. “Don’t worry, I’ll skate with ya B.“

As the pair reach the gymnasium and enter the building, they’re greeted with a chorus of very enthusiastic whooping and hollering from their classmates, egging on Todoroki as he creates a playground of snow. It reminded Bakugou of their training simulations, where different sections held different conditions. Flat snow covered sections, perfect for sculpting angels or building snowmen. Hilly areas with natural snow berms for an epic snowball battle. Icy slides and finally a faux lake, icy and glistening, just begging to be skated on.

“Wow...” the word slips from Bakugou’s lips before he catches himself and clears his throat, pretending it never happened. “Tch, not bad from the twerp.”

While Todoroki finishes his task, a few quick announcements are made and rules laid out. Quirk use was a no-no, today was about fun and just living up a normal teenage experience. Anyone wanting to skate needed to check in with Todoroki who would create ‘ice’ skates for them.

“Any questions?” All Might asks the students. When no one says a word, he releases them.

The students rush into the room, spreading out into each area. Bakugou and Kirishima, along with a couple others head to the ice lake. Todoroki outfits them with skates, warning them that they’ll hold up to normal use, but trying to pull off stunts like jumping might crack them.

Bakugou didn’t pay much attention to what Todoroki was saying since he didn’t plan on doing any stunts. He just wanted to skate. Ever since he was a young boy, there was something about the freedom he felt while on the ice, gliding along its surface, and letting his cares float away. But it could get boring skating alone.

He notices Kirishima putting his earphones on to listen to music. “You gonna share?” Bakugou questions the man. He didn’t invite his friend to skate only for it to be a one-sided enjoyment.

“Huh? Oh, sorry, here.” Kirishima hands him one and smiles. It was going to be awkward sharing a set of wired headphones, but he didn’t want to upset his friend. “Got any requests?”

“Nothin’ too loud, like that metal shit.” He feels his face reddening, “got any softer stuff?”

Kirishima pauses, blinking. ‘Soft stuff?�� “Um, I think so.”

Realizing what he was requesting, Bakugou clarifies, “I don’t mean sappy, just not too loud.”

His friend laughs, “okay I think I understand.”

Once the music was sorted out, the pair shove off, joining into the circular strides of the other skaters. It was only then that Bakugou realizes sharing the headphones wasn’t the smartest idea while trying to skate, but he doesn’t want to stop. Instead, he slows his glides in order to keep pace with Kirishima.

It would have been easier to just tell Kirishima not to use the headphones and eliminate the problem. Maybe a part of him wanted a logical reason to keep his friend close. They were just listening to music. No big deal. It’s not like he’d planned on his friend bringing his wired set. And it wasn’t the first time they’re shared headphones to listen to music. Sometimes it was his set, this time it was Kiri’s.

But after a couple of rotations, and one or the other’s side pulling out a dozen times, Bakugou grows frustrated and needs to make a new decision. He looks away while reaching out and grabs hold of Kirishima’s hand. His cheeks burn, flushed from the frigid air swishing past them, mixed with the nervous embarrassment he’ll never admit to. Bakugou pretends nothing new or odd was happening. So what if he was holding his best friends hand, he silently dares anyone to try and say a word about it, cause it did the trick. No more lost ear buds.

A tiny trickle of electricity sparks through Kirishima when Bakugou takes his hand. His eyes peer over and notices his friend purposely looking away. The red flush of Bakugou’s face was endearing. He grins, but dares not acknowledge what he sees. This hot-head was so cute in this moment! Kirishima feels his own face heating up at the emotions and thoughts flowing through his mind.

As they stroll along, it was like magic had descended in this wintery wonderland of snow and ice. All around the air was filled with joy and laughter. Their classmates enjoying the gift Todoroki had given them. It was easy to forgot why they were there in the first place.

They hear a couple of snickers and Bakugou’s quick to react. “Shut your faces and mind your own damn business!”

A slight skip of Kiri’s heart sends a rush of adrenaline through his core at his friends attempt to protect them. He keeps his eyes facing forward, but squeezes Bakugou’s hand tight, communicating his desire to not let go.

Bakugou tenses from Kiri’s reaction, but returns the gesture. Fuck what anybody else thinks. This was between him and Kirishima and if he wanted to hold his... is friend really the right word anymore? Ahh, fuck labels. All that mattered was having Kiri by his side. Anything after that was just a bonus.

#kiribaku #bakushima #kirishima ejirou #kirishima x bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #eijiro kirishima #bnha #kiribaku fanfic #kiribaku fan fiction #winter wonderland

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vannahfanfics · 4 years

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Before you read, here’s the previous chapter!

Rise of the Guardians: Earthsong

Ao3

Chapter 1: Pitch Black is Back!

Jamie squealed with delight as he threw open the front door to his home, taking the front steps two at a time before throwing himself into his front yard and rolling around happily in the soft green grass that had seemingly appeared overnight. Sophie came plunking down the steps, chanting “one, two, one, two" as she went, before jumping down onto the concrete and squealing with delight to run over and sprawl out beside her brother. Jamie laughed as he spit out a lock of her blonde hair that had somehow gotten into his mouth, then rolled onto his back to breathe in the warm springtime air. Alongside the house, the flowers we shooting up, and would soon form colorful little buds. The trees alongside the street were beginning to develop new leaves, too.

“It's spring!” he cried, charmed, and his head suddenly snapped to the side as he heard an amused chuckle float down from the fence. He beamed widely when he saw who was sitting there; it was his best friend, Jack Frost, leaning against his staff as he sat on the wooden planks, one leg swinging lazily as he gave Jamie his signature lop-sided smile. “Hello, Jack!”

“Good morning, Jamie,” the youthful winter spirit and newly-named Guardian smiled gently down at him. It was then that Jamie realized that, with the oncoming of spring, his wonderful friend would probably be leaving for the season. Suddenly depressed, he sat up and pouted down at his lap, prompting Jack to hop down from the fence wearing a concerned look. “Hey, what's that face for?” he grinned weakly and ruffled Jamie's hair affectionately. Even though he was sad at Jack likely departing, he could not help but smile slightly.

“I was just thinking about how you would be leaving.” Jack frowned deeply and looked away awkwardly, swinging his wooden staff in his hands.

“Oh. Yeah. Gotta go spread joy to other kids in the world, ya know?” he smiled, but a hint of sadness still left a shadow on his boyish features. He then beamed widely and poked Jamie in the chest with the end of his staff, knocking him over into a fit of giggles. “But I’ll be back soon! What's spring without a freak ice storm, yeah?” he joked. It was then that Sophie came tottering up to Jack, jumping up and trying to grab his magic staff, and the tall boy laughed in amusement as he held it out of her reach. “So, Jamie, why don't you get all your friends? You really didn't think I would take off without a farewell party, did you?” he winked. Jamie gasped happily, then jumped to his feet to scramble down the sidewalk, calling for his sister to follow as he raced down the neighborhood to gather his friends. Jack watched him with a smile, leaning on his staff as the little boy ran from house to house.

I guess this is her doing, he thought as his wintery blue eyes swept over the neighborhood that was now cast in green. Just the night before, it had been Jack's domain, a winter wonderland where children built snowmen and snow angels and had fervent snowball fights. In all centuries he had been doing this, he had always thought that spring was a natural process, just a product of the Earth going about its business. It made sense now, though; he brought winter with him wherever he went, and so it stood to reason that there would be another side of the coin, a spirit of spring and flowers and warmth. Why is it just now that I’m seeing her, though? Wouldn't she have introduced herself by now? It was a puzzling situation, but unfortunately, he had no solutions. He had seen the girl once in four hundred years; who was to say when he would see her again?

“Jack! Jack, let's go!” Jamie demanded impatiently, and his friends chorused in agreement. Their whines abruptly ripped him out of his thoughts. He soon forgot all about the beautiful girl as he dashed over to the little boys and girls, dancing on the wind as he raced them to the nearby park.

The children fell upon the various play sections of the playground with glee, swinging from swings and sliding down slides with squeals of delight. Jack perched himself in the grass, cross-legged with his staff on his lap, watching them with a warm smile. It always did him good to see the kids happy, especially Jamie; the little boy was screaming with glee as Cupcake chased him across the playground in an intense game of tag. Abruptly, the chunky little girl shifted gears and charged him, startling him thoroughly. As he scrambled to his feet, sputtering for her to stop, she grinned cheekily at him before poking him in the chest. Though it was an innocent gesture, the girl had almost superhuman strength, and the small touch knocked him flat on his back.

“You’re it!” she cried with a booming laugh and sprinted away across the grass. Jack groaned as he sat up, rubbing his surely bruised chest while the children held their breath, waiting for him to chase them. He pretended to be disinterested for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck, and then suddenly jumped to his feet and conjured a harsh wind to carry him across the park. They scattered like marbles, shrieking as the winter spirit chased them across the playground, riding across his magical windstorm. Jamie howled with laughter as he desperately tried to escape his friend, but in his effort, he lost control of himself and went crashing through a tangle of bushes. Jack immediately abandoned the game and went running after him, shoving the green shrubberies aside to glance around wildly.

“Jamie?” he called, and he could hear his voice floating up from somewhere. He hopped over the bush to find that the area was wooded and sloped downward at a considerable angle. He followed the trail of broken branches and strewn leaves to find Jamie sprawled on his back at the base. “Jamie!” he cried as he slid down to him, afraid that he was hurt; thankfully, the little boy just giggled happily. Smiling softly, Jack reached down and poked him in the forehead. “You're it.”

“Aw, nuts.” Smirking, Jack grabbed him by his skinny arm and pulled him to his feet, and Jamie took a moment to shake the leaves and twigs from his hair and brush the dust from his clothes. Before the boy could take off, however, they both stiffened as a vile voice drifted out of the trees. Jack raised a finger to his lips, then crouched down and cautiously crept over the ground to peer through some hawthorns. Jamie crawled after him, his eyes enormous as he peered through the gap in the bushes, and what they saw there sent shudders traveling up both their spines.

There, in a small clearing with a vicious scowl on his pasty white face, was none other than the Guardians arch-enemy Pitch Black.

“Ugly, disgusting things,” he snarled as he stamped a budding flower beneath his foot, grinding it mercilessly into dust. “Spring. I always hated it!” he roared as he whipped around, his black cloak fluttering like bats as he glared around at the beautiful springtime assemblage. “With all its warmth and goodness and light… It’s revolting,” he continued to mutter to himself in delirium. Frightened, Jamie pressed close to Jack, and to reassure him, the young teenager wrapped an arm around him as if to shield him from the dark villain. Angered by his presence, Jack's fingers curled around his staff, and his teeth clenched together.

“If it hadn't been for those meddlesome Guardians, this world would be mine!” Pitch ranted angrily as he continued to crush several flower buds beneath his feet, like a young child throwing a temper tantrum. He's so vile, Jack thought in disgust. Abruptly, Pitch froze in the middle of his angry hissing, and a slow, evil smile crept across his face. “This could still be mine,” he realized aloud, leaning down to pluck a flower shoot from the grassy clearing. He held it up, turning it over slowly in his hands with an evil snicker. “Yes… Yes… That's it! I can cast the world in darkness by draining it of its life… its warmth… its spring. Even if those Guardians are still around, the world will slowly rot into despair and fear if it’s trapped in an eternal winter!” he grinned evilly, and the fresh flower bud crunched as he savagely crushed it in his fist.

Before Jack could burst on the scene and confront him, he cackled evilly and vanished into the shadows. Even after his form had melted into the blackness, his evil laughed remained, echoing through the trees until fading up into the blue sky. Jack jumped out into the clearing, as if he could still catch him. He then sighed deeply and kneeled to gently pluck the mangled flower bud from the green grass layer.

“That can't be good,” he murmured and looked up to the place where Pitch had vanished. If he's on the loose again, he must be devising some evil scheme. What could he have possibly meant by ‘taking away the world’s spring’?” he wondered as he stood up, tucking the little crinkled flower into the pocket of his frosty blue hoodie. He turned his head as Jamie came crawling out of the bushes, looking around with scared eyes.

“Pitch Black is back,” he whispered fearfully.

“Seems like it. Come on. We had better get you guys home, if he's lurking around here,” he mumbled and walked over to the little boy, placing a hand on his back to begin guiding him up the hill. Jamie grabbed onto his hoodie, eyes still full of concern.

“The Guardians aren't gonna let Pitch do what he wants, right? You gotta!” Jack snorted with laughter and affectionately ruffled his brown hair, smiling broadly and nodding. That seemed to reassure the boy well enough, and so he began to dash up the hill, panting heavily. As the little boy ran off, Jack's smile wavered; he felt guilty, telling such a bald-faced lie. Taking down Pitch nearly destroyed the Guardians the last time; he couldn't guarantee anything. He looked down at his hoodie, pulling out the little mangled flower that had tried to grow with all its might. … We have to win, no matter what! I can't let Pitch spread the darkness.

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After Jack had safely delivered the children home, the sun was beginning to sink below the horizon. He needed to head to the North Pole immediately to report the news to North and the other Guardians, but something inside Jack told him to linger. Twirling his staff in his hand like a baton, he strolled across the forest floor, leaving frosty footsteps in his wake; it was strange, walking across the soft, loamy ground, when he was so used to the forgiving crunch of snow. He tapped a tree occasionally, leaving fern-like patterns weaving across the bark, his signature mark. His feet carried him to the lake in which he had been born. It now glittered with light as gentle waves lapped at the sandy shore. It was a stark contrast to the mirror-like sheet of ice that was so perfect for ice skating. He walked to the edge of the lake, staring down into the blue water, watching little minnows swim about.

Jack had never given much thought to spring. He was the incarnation of winter, after all; it was theoretically his job to transition the warm, lovely summer into the cold, brusque chill of fall. If anything, spring was his enemy.

Still, he could not deny that standing there, watching the light play across the water as the sun dove below the spreading canopy of the forest with the warm breeze flowing over him, it felt nice. He smiled weakly. The children love spring, too. As a Guardian, it's my job to save it, then. He was about to turn to leave when he noticed something strange in the water, a reflection on the opposite bank. He watched it shift for a moment, unfocused, before it briefly took the form of a young woman in a brilliant white dress with golden hair. He gasped, his head snapping up to look at the opposite bank, but she wasn't there. Am I imagining things now? He wondered, staring at the tree line for a moment. No one emerged, and so he just wrote it off as a trick of his mind. He whipped his staff around, throwing up a wind to carry him to the North Pole, and grinned widely as he rode it into the sky.

Look out, Pitch! We'll be coming for you soon enough!

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pinknerdpanda · 4 years

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Hey, Clarence

Characters: Castiel/Clarence x Reader Word Count: 1,674 Warnings: Fluffity fluff fluff. Requested by: @yourewelcomeforbeingmyfriend Beta’d by @shy-violet-soul

A/N: This was written for my Merry Manda’s Christmas Drabbles. It is simultaneously based on “Winter Wonderland” (per the request) and also kinda “Hey Jude.” I wrote this as a continuation of Clarence and Clarence Returns from the last two years’ Christmas Drabbles. You don’t necessarily have to read those for this to make sense, but it would certainly help. Also, they are some of my favorite pieces I’ve written for Christmastime, so I hope you will indulge me and go give them a looksee. I hope you enjoy!

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Hey, Clarence

Today has sucked.

Not so much in an earth-shattering, life-altering way. There was no singular catastrophic event that brought me to this conclusion; more a trail of small, shitty things that, on their own wouldn’t be so bad, but together - well, like I said. Today has sucked.

My cat ran away first thing this morning. I immediately dressed, frantic as my brain volleyed various “worst-case-scenario” thoughts around. As I opened the front door to begin my desperate search for my beloved feline companion, I nearly screamed when I found her, sitting on my doorstep, impassively licking her front paw and gazing up at me expectantly.

Then, when I got to work, I somehow managed to spill my coffee all over myself and my boss simultaneously five minutes before an important meeting. A meeting, which I would find out later, was doomed from the start - coffee stained blouses notwithstanding.

It has been downhill from there, really.

My resolution for the steadily fading year has been to - as the Beatles so eloquently put it - “take a sad song, and make it better”. The idea had struck me when someone in the bar picked “Hey Jude” on the jukebox, mere moments before the ball dropped. There may have been fireball involved. It’s all a bit hazy, now. But, inebriated or not, I’ve spent the last eleven and a half months actively trying to keep myself from wallowing in self-pity when life doesn’t go the way I want it to.

Which is how I found myself standing outside a trendy boutique downtown on a Monday night with a cup of hot apple cider clenched between my mittened hands. There’s only two weeks until Christmas, and I thought maybe rustling up a little Christmas cheer might keep the day from winding up a total bust. Two years ago, I'd found myself in the same spot when I’d met Clarence. Well, he said last Christmas his name was actually Castiel, but the adorable blue-eyed angel will always be Clarence to me. I sigh wistfully, missing my friend before turning my gaze back to the shop windows.

The shops downtown have all agreed on a theme for their displays this year - Winter Wonderland - in an effort to foster a sense of community between the businesses. I think there’s a competition involved, but I can guarantee that this display will be winning no awards.

Dozens of severely angled Christmas trees - all fashioned out of white paper - form a semi-circle in front of a stark white backdrop. More white paper has been manipulated into the shapes of what I can only assume are meant to be angry icicles and hang upside down from the ceiling. That’s not even the worst part. The five mannequins are all posed incredibly awkwardly; their plastic bodies contorted in unnatural positions that no flesh-and-blood person would be capable of. The icing on the cake is the weird-ass, monochromatic clothing they are all sporting. It looks half dystopian futuristic, half Grandma’s attic chic. It’s 100% the worst.

“That would appear to be less ‘Winter Wonderland’ and more ‘tortured in the bowels of hell’.

The familiar, gravelly voice makes me jump, nearly spilling a hot beverage on myself for the second time today. I whirl around to find the blue-eyed angel (what even is my life these days?) smiling warmly at me, a flicker of amusement playing across his face.

“Clare - er, I mean, Castiel, was it?” I stumble foolishly over my words.

“Clarence will be just fine.” He grins wider. “You know, we really should stop meeting this way.”

His joy is contagious and I find myself leaping happily towards him. He wraps his arms around me, holding tightly. Somehow I manage not to spill a drop on either one of us. Maybe this day is finally starting to look up.

“How did you find me?” I pull away from him, surprised to find a wet spot blooming on his tan coat where my face had been pressed against his chest. When had I started crying?

He smiles knowingly at me and I sigh, wiping away the trails of fresh tears.

“Let me guess. You heard my prayer?” He nods. “Which isn’t very fair; it wasn’t really a prayer. I was just thinking about you and how we met.”

He gestures toward the next window, shoving his hands in his pockets as we walk. This window is more inviting. Two snowmen - both nearly as tall as the handsome angel at my side - are angled to face each other. Adoring smiles brighten their faces and their twig hands intertwine between them. A pair of cheerful cardinals suspend over their heads carrying opposite ends of a banner adorned with a red heart in their beaks. Red and green holiday baubles frame the large glass barrier containing the couple.

“Now this,” I sigh, “this is more like it.”

“Yes,” he almost whispers. “It’s a beautiful sight.”

From the corner of my eye I see Clarence, his attention focused not on the window, but on me. A flood of warmth fills my face, despite the chilly air whipping around us. I don’t know if it’s the blush on my cheeks or the realization that he’d been caught staring, but his gaze drops to the ground suddenly and he clears his throat.

“It’s, uh,” he looks back up and tips his head toward the display, “this is much more wondrous, in my opinion.”

I nod, unable to comprehend this newfound tension now blossoming between us. As though he can sense my confusion, he takes a small, almost tentative step toward me.

“Y/n, do you remember the first time we met?” Clarence narrows his gaze, his head tipping slightly to one side and his lips pressed together.

“Of course. It was right over there,” I point to a shop across the road, it’s own window dressed in lovely sparkly Christmas tableau.

“You were - and continue to be - so lovely. Even with no celestial power to confirm my perception, I could see the beauty of your soul. From the moment you spoke, I felt drawn to you in a way I didn’t understand. I was in no position at the time to articulate this - nor had I a right to. I’m not exactly convinced that I have a right, even now, but when I heard your subtle prayer tonight, I felt a surge of joy I haven’t felt before. I wanted nothing more than to be here with you, as we were that first night.”

I blink rapidly. What is happening? Is he - is he saying…

Clarence takes another step closer to me, his cerulean eyes glittering gleefully under the street lamps and one corner of his mouth turned upward, but only just. He reaches a hand out, his calloused fingers brushing against my cheek, moving a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

“I still don’t understand - “

I huff a breath, interrupting him and muttering “That makes two of us.”

He only smiles wider. “I don’t understand, but I knew I needed to tell you, and, perhaps…”

The smile falters gently and I realize his fingers are still grazing the curve of my jaw. His thumb brushes across my bottom lip and his gaze follows the movement as he swallows, distracted, I assume.

“Perhaps what?” I sound breathy, like the heroine in a rom-com.

His eyes jerk up to meet mine again, fingers curling under my chin to tilt it upwards.

“Perhaps,” his tongue sweeps across his lips, “perhaps I might kiss you.”

It’s a statement, but there’s so much endearing uncertainty in his tone, it sounds like a question. My brain has ceased all word-forming function for the moment, but I manage to nod once.

And then he’s kissing me.

As uncertain as he’d seemed, I think I expected clacking teeth and squished noses, but it’s not. It’s slow and graceful, his lips soft and warm against mine. It’s just the opposite side of chaste for a moment, but then I feel his hand slide into my hair, pressing our mouths together more firmly as he moans softly.

It’s like mixing Mentos and Diet Coke, or baking soda and vinegar - Pop Rocks and Pepsi. Is that a thing? Whatever, the point I’m making is that one second I was fine and the next I feel combustible. Every nerve ending suddenly shifting into overdrive as my heart thrums against my ribs.

He pulls away just when I feel like my lungs are going to give out. I’m relieved to see his chest heaving rhythmically; I’m not the only one affected so deeply by the kiss. He presses his forehead to mine, a rough laugh punching from his lungs as his entire face lights up. I’ve never seen him smile this broadly.

His hand slides down my arm before clasping my mittened palm.

“Well,” I start, but the brush of something cold and wet against my cheek startles me. Looking up, I realize that large, fluffy snowflakes are just beginning to fall from the sky. Clarence holds out his free hand, a look of soft wonderment brightening his already lovely face as the flakes land on his palm.

Is it possible that I’m actually living in a rom-com and just don’t know it?

“Perfect,” he sighs, his thumb rubbing gently against the wool covering my hand still clasped in his.

“Talk about making a sad song better,” I mutter, tossing my cup in a nearby trash can before sticking out my tongue and tasting the cool white drops.

Clarence tips his head to one side again, an adorable confused expression on his face.

“Nothing.” I wrap my free arm around his, clinging to his side against the rapidly falling snow and sighing contentedly.

“Y/n, would you like to get a cup of coffee with me? I know a nice 24 hour diner nearby,” he grins. “It holds some special memories for me.”

Leaning up, I press a kiss against his cheek, the scruff on his jaw tickling my lips.

“Sounds like a date, Clarence.”

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aziraamane · 4 years

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Holidays with the Husbands! (an extract from “All the Better Part of Me”)

Christmas in Crowley's flat had been nonexistent the whole time he'd lived there. Before Adam came to live with him, he didn't exactly live there. He came back to sleep, and occasionally eat; otherwise he was wherever his mother told him to be, and prior to that, whiling away the hours in his office, marking exam papers, glugging coffee, and chucking tennis balls at walls - proper professor stuff, naturally.

But now there were decorations up, and the scent of cinnamon in the air, and a fucking tree. Crowley glared at it, arms folded, but couldn't quite bring himself to hate it.

God, Ezra, you're a pain in my ass.

It was all Ezra's idea, of course. Adam had been over the moon, almost falling over himself in his excitement about decorating its sweet-smelling branches. He and Warlock "prettied up" one third of the tree, which Ezra later discreetly turned to face the wall, winking at Crowley as he did so. Together they decorated the rest. And that wasn't even the end of it, nope; there were fairy lights strung up around doorways, and glittery snowflakes on the windows, and Adam and Warlock stuck cotton wool on a long strip of paper and put it atop the fireplace like a snow scene, then made snowmen out of salt dough and baked them in Ezra's oven before painting them in atrocious splotches of colour.

Oh, he tried so hard to sneer at it all, but...

The flat had never looked brighter, more lived-in.

More like a home.

And when the first evening of Hanukkah came around, the air was filled with childrens' laughter, the sizzle of frying potato and the scent of oil as Ezra showed Crowley how to make traditional latkes. Warlock introduced Adam to the dreidel game, and in its aftermath the lounge was littered with crumpled bits of gold foil from their gorging on gelt, and then, if that wasn’t enough sugar-fuelled giddiness to be dealing with, of course they had advent calendars too, and it was only by some divine miracle that neither of them were sick.

Crowley let everything wash over him, resplendent, floating on a cloud of familial bliss. Had Mother had her way, he’d be skulking in a corner at the office, glowering at his siblings while drinking as much expensive wine as he could get away with without finding himself a mess in tomorrow’s headlines. Still, he might have scoffed at the idea of a domestic shut-in, all cosy Christmas jumpers and tranquility.

Till now. Till he knew how fucking happy such a scene could make him.

He and Ezra were in the kitchen, plating up latkes and sufganiyot, when...

"Sundown," Ezra murmured, looking at his watch. "It's time, my dear. Ready to hear my atrocious attempts at Hebrew?"

Crowley grinned as he wiped his hands. "I promise not to make too much fun of you for it afterwards."

Ezra swatted his arm. "You're a menace."

"A menace who bought you an obscenely expensive hanukkiah!” Crowley breezed past Ezra with a wink and a shit-eating grin. "Like it or lump it, angel."

The four of them - Crowley had given Ana time off over the holidays to spend with her family - gathered in the lounge, forming a loose semi-circle around the windowsill, where a silver menorah sat, ready to be lit. Crowley had found it in an antiques dealership that specialised in religious trinkets and iconography, and of course Ezra had always been welcome to bring his own menorah ("the proper term is "hanukkiah," but at this point it's semantics, my dear, so call it what you wish so long as it's respectful!") over to the flat, but the magnificent, slightly tarnished lamp at the dealership had been so perfect that Crowley simply had to buy it.

Ezra had, of course, shed a tear or two upon first seeing it.

And now, he was lighting one of the candles - the shamash, Ezra said - and using that to light another candle, singing a blessing in gentle, lilting, fucking beautiful Hebrew as he did so. That was it, Crowley was captivated, well and truly; let it be known that his headstone shall be inscribed with “Death by Glorious Tenor.”

He understood none of the words, but as he held Adam's hand and listened, he figured he didn’t need to, not really. This was a special moment for Ezra, and by extension, everybody around him. To simply share in that moment spoke of more than a translation ever could. Crowley’s heart swelled for the sweetness of Ezra's voice, for the joy of spending this time with a whole new family of his own building, for the wilful breaking down of the barriers that had protected him for so long, and he relished it, revelled in it as he had never done before.

Above all, for the first time in what might have been forever, he felt safe.

Ezra’s song died away as he returned the shamash to its holder, a sudden ripple running up his back and shoulders. He turned to face his crowd, eyes averted and cheeks glowing pink in obvious and adorable embarrassment.

"Did I...did I do okay?"

Crowley smiled wide - how could he not? - and gathered Ezra in his arms with a blissful sigh as Warlock hugged Ezra's leg. "You did great, angel. Very nice. Hebrew sounded top-notch."

"Oh, I am glad. I worry, you know - Yiddish comes to me much easier, and, well, Hebrew is quite sacred and I’d hate to mess it up-”

“Ezra.” Crowley stroked his hand absently through Ezra's curls. “You did fine. Trust me.” Barely registering his own actions, Crowley quickly became very much aware that Ezra was leaning closer into him, arms moving to loosely drape around his waist - shit, what was a normal heartbeat again?

"I believe I need some wine and latkes.” Ezra’s voice quavered with a tremble of laughter. “For the nerves, of course.”

"Latkes!" Warlock shouted. He ran off to the kitchen, Adam close behind.

Ezra and Crowley separated, with much reluctance on Crowley’s part, loathe to be torn from the warm, sweet softness of his angel. Their eyes met as their bodies moved away, and such blissful joy shone out of Ezra’s eyes, that gorgeous, twinkling blue, that Crowley would willingly have drowned in them, lost himself for just a moment more in the man’s embrace.

Oh, he was in deep. Too deep to climb out of, and too far gone to ever want to.

"C'mon, angel." Their arms linked, sides pressed together, and Ezra gave a happy wiggle at the contact. "Reckon my waistline'll never be the same again, but fuck, it'll be worth it."

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