#Harry Christmas fic

[finelinevogue]

gingerbread men

summary - christmassy vibes fic where you’re baking gingerbread and harry is being his usual self

word count : ~1k

pairing : husband!harry x reader

The front door closed, signalling that Harry’s home.

“Hello, my gorgeous girl.” Harry didn’t say to you, but your black and white cat Circe.

You smiled to yourself as you heard Harry talk to Circe. As Harry greeted your cat, you took out the gingerbread men from the oven and placed them on the side.

The kitchen smelt amazing, full of Christmassy scents like cinnamon and ginger. It was sweet and comforting.

And soon as Harry walked into the kitchen, there was another level of comfort.

He stood in the doorway, holding his car keys and his water bottle, smiling at you. He had this soft smile that he only reserves for you. One that could melt away a thousand problems and make your world feel safe.

“Something smells good.” Harry said, watching the kitchen floor as Circe passed him by.

“I got bored. Decided to bake and voilà… Gingerbread men.”

“You’ve had a productive day then.”

“I actually did. I did the washing and—”

“Well you didn’t wash everything baby.” Harry gave a knowing smirk at the t-shirt you were wearing.

It was the t-shirt Harry’s been wearing to bed for the past week. You were going to add it to the wash, but it smelt of Harry and you missed him today, so wearing a piece of him sounded like a good idea.

“Oh yeah. I’m wearing your t-shirt if that’s okay.”

“More than okay.” He glazed his eyes over you, like he often does when he’s having an ‘i-love-y/n’ moment.

“Stop simping for me, you simp, and come and give me a proper hello.” You rolled your eyes at him.

Harry immediately walked over to you, chucking his keys and water bottle on the side. You patiently waited for him to walk over, arms crossed over your chest as you watched him.

He was slow with his movements, but the space wasn’t too far between you. He met you with a kiss on the forehead, wrapping his arms low around your waist so his hands could rest nicely at the bottom of your spine.

“That’s not a proper hello, mister.” You tutted, tilting your head up to look at his looming figure.

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he leant down to kiss your cheek once.

“Try again.” You said.

So he kissed your other cheek.

“Harry. I swear to God, if you don’t ki—”

Harry’s lips pressed onto yours before you could finish telling him off. Your lips moved knowingly over each others, pressing yourselves into one another with ease.

Before it could get too heated, Harry pulled away slowly.

“That was better.” You hummed in delight.

“Yeah.” Harry nodded, kissing you lightly once again.

“I missed you today.”

“Not as much as I missed you.” He kissed you again, like he couldn’t stop. Like he didn’t want to stop.

“Did you write about me?” You teased.

“I can’t disclose that information yet.”

You groaned in frustration, since that’s all he ever told you about his new album he was working on. You knew it was a gift from himself to the fans, as always, but you often wondered what his inspiration for the day was and how that was channelled into a song.

“You’re so annoying.” You pushed his chest so he stumbled away from you.

“I know, and yet you still love me.” Harry shrugged.

You turned back to your tray of gingerbread men. “Think he could love me better.” You turned around to Harry holding up a gingerbread man to him.

Harry instantly leaned forward and took a great, big, bite out of the gingerbread man’s head. You stood there in shock over his territorial move.

“H-harry!” You laughed his name. “Babe, what the hell?”

“Damn, that’s a good gingerbread man.” Harry wiped his lips with a cheeky grin.

“He’s not a man anymore, you dickhead. He’s a headless body...” You giggled in shock still.

“Would you still love me if I was a headless body?” Harry asked you, finishing off his mouthful.

This would seem like a really random and weird question to anyone else, but these were actually the types of conversations that you two had with each other.

“Yes, ‘cause I wouldn’t have to see your stupid face anymore.”

You threw the headless gingerbread man down on the tray in disbelief.

“Heyy.” Harry pouted.

“No. You’ve done the damage now, babe.” You pretended to be mad.

“This is unbelievable…” Harry mumbled, before stepping to cup your cheeks and pull your lips to his. You instantly responded by moving your lips in sync with his, getting a taste for the remanence of your gingerbread men.

Harry pulled away once he was satisfied that he had been forgiven.

“They are pretty good.” You said with a smile, referring to the gingerbread men.

“Told you.”

[kk1smet]

“Give me a nice thing,” Harry said that night.

Draco blinked up at him, sleepy and lazy, like a lizard in the warm. “This is the happiest I’ve ever been,” he said.” - Nice Things, aideomai

Here’s a little gift for everyone here ♡ I’d like to think that often, Draco would stop, pause, and think, it’s a sheer wonder that they get to be together like this.

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Gingerbread kisses- @finelinevogue

Christmassy kisses- @finelinevogue

Holidays with Harry- @harrysfolklore

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We’re matching- @twostepstyless

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[soliblomst]

Harry and Draco are in charge of getting a Christmas tree, but Harry is blind, and Draco is... Draco

They apparated from behind the shop to a tree farm in south London, which, judging by the deafening noise, was very busy that day.

"Merlin, why do all these people feel the need to have stupid trees in their houses?" muttered Malfoy.

Harry reached into his pocket for his cane, but as soon as he pulled it out, Malfoy's hand pushed it away.

"Don't use it; you don't need this much attention."

Before Harry could object, Malfoy grabbed his arm without asking, as usual, and wrapped it around his elbow.

"Follow me; don't run away or you'll hit a tree, and although it would make me laugh for maybe the next ten years, Richard would blame me for your concussion."

Harry didn't even know how to react to Malfoy's strange sense of humour. Part of him wanted to laugh, but another part wanted to bang himself against a tree and pass out so he wouldn't have to take it anymore.

"Let's go.”

They hadn't even been walking for ten seconds when Harry collided with at least five people. His shoulders kept bumping into arms, backs, bags, children...

"You know," he finally said to Malfoy, "if you don't want me to use my cane, you should at least guide me better. I keep hitting people."

"I know."

"You know? It's not funny!" Although it kind of was.

"I don't even know what I'm doing here," Harry sighed.

"You're here to help me pick out a tree; I need your impeccable sense of taste."

"Shove off, Malfoy."

As expected, Malfoy chose the tree himself, for even he realised how embarrassing it would be to ask his blind friend's opinion in front of the tree seller. The woman in charge of the sale, whom Malfoy would later describe as an uncanny copy of Umbridge without the pink and the ruffles, asked them to wait half an hour before they could collect the tree Malfoy had just paid for. This did not please the young man, who complained endlessly to Harry.

"As if I've got nothing else to do, I've got work," he continued to grumble between sighs.

"Is there anything to do around here?" asked Harry. He was growing cold in this assaulting wind.

"There's a cafe over there, but I'd rather die than drink those awful beverages."

A hot drink was more than tempting, but Harry said nothing and tried to think of another idea.

"Anything else?"

“Trees.”

Brilliant.

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[harrysfolklore]

him and y/n dressed up warm for a walk after christmas dinner hosted at his house and theyre walking slightly behind anne and gemma in their big north face jackets with their arms around eachother and talking about how good the day went

ahhh idk if this is good but i really wanted to write something about that pic bc i love him so much

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WIFE MATERIAL

Christmas dinner was completely successful.

You were nervous about it to say the least, it was the first time you and Harry hosted the traditional Christmas dinner that always took place at Anne’s house at your own place in London.

It was also your first Christmas as a married couple, and that was the main reason why Harry was eager to be the host of the evening, he wanted his family to spend the holidays at their newly bought house that would be their home as a family for the rest of their lives.

The night consisted in a lot cooking with your mother and sister in law, teaming up with them to take the piss at Harry, Anne’s now traditional stories of her kids when they were little and a lot of love and gratitud to be sharing the table with you loved.

The morning after, with full bellies after having delicious breakfast cooked by Anne, you decided to take a walk around yours and Harry’s new neighborhood, it was a really secure area in the outskirts of London surrounded by a lot of nature and away from paparazzi or any prying eyes of that kid, so Harry felt completely safe with taking his family out of a walk there.

“Last night was lovely, wasn’t it?” Harry said with an arm wrapped around your shoulders, you were both clad in at least three layers of clothing including your puffy North Face jackets to fight the cold air outside.

“Yeah, it was, definitely one of my favorite Christmas yet” you were walking sightly behind Anne, Gemma and Michal, they were too immersed in their conversation about how the neighborhood was so lonely to notice your absence.

“I knew you were nervous about playing host but,” he scratched his nose for a moment before continuing, a habit he had when he was cold that you found absolutely adorable, “You were great, lovie, proper housewife material if you ask me.”

You chuckled at his teasing before replying, “I mean, I am a wife now, right? I need to stick to my role.”

“Yeah you’re all wifed up now, a rock on your finger, the deed to a house in your name, my last name next to your name, there’s no escaping now.” He kissed your head for a moment to hide the excitement that always made an appearance when he talked about your marriage.

“What you’re saying is that it’s too late to let you know that this is just a summer fling for me?” It was your turn to tease him, making him roll his eyes with a smile on his lips.

“Definitely, you’re tied down,” he grabbed your chin to place a quick peck to your lips, “All jokes aside, I loved our first Christmas as husband and wife, and I can’t wait for our first Christmas as parents next year.” he casually said, as if he wasn’t bringing up the long awaited babies topic

“Parents? Next Year? You really wa-“ and your rant was interrupted by Anne calling out for the both of you to gather up of his traditional Christmas selfie that was going to be posted on her socials.

Harry only sent you a wink before grabbing your hand and kissing your wedding ring and leading you where his family was standing.

Both of you excited to continue with your conversation when you were alone.

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[ginevrapng]

one of your favourite times of the year now that you're together with george is christmas. you thought when you were younger that christmas at hogwarts was amazing but christmas at the weasleys? well that's perfection.

christmas feasts at hogwarts may have been good but it doesn't compare to molly's christmas dinner. baking gingerbread with ginny and trying to convince percy to relax for a while and stop thinking about work because it's the holidays. getting competitive with ron while playing wizards chess and becoming smug whenever you win. sitting by the fire drinking hot chocolate with hermione and watching as fred and george prank percy for the tenth time in a week.

spending time with george is the best part though, like falling asleep in your boyfriends lap while he plays with your hair and how he wraps his arms around you at all times because you're cold and he also needs to be touching you at all times, if not he misses you but he won't tell you that, you'll just have to figure that out by his facial expression. of course you know that whenever you leave the comfort and warmth of george's arms that he misses you and you miss it to but you sometimes do it on purpose just to see his face making you giggle before practically flinging yourself against him.

you don't buy anything big for each other, even now that he earns enough money with the shop you still buy each other small things. neither of you like the idea of buying something big because you want to buy something intimate for each other. sometimes you'll spend hours make something yourself to give to him and write him a loving christmas card to go with it. one year george wrapped up a singular firework and it came with a note saying it's custom made. when lit both your names appeared in the sky with a heart, underneath saying together forever.

every year george comes up to you holding mistletoe on christmas day asking for a kiss. on occasion late at night when you're both half asleep george will talk to you about all the plans and ideas he has for the new year with you. when he thinks you're completely asleep he'll kiss the top of your head and talk about all future christmases and how he can't wait to spend every winter for the rest of his life with you. he'll talk about how next year his present to you is going to be an engagement ring.

[birdiewriteslit]

teeny tiny no voldemort au harry drabble for christmas eve bc i love my boy

You sat next to Harry on the couch, your legs tucked beneath you. He was very close to you, his hand on your thigh and his legs touching yours.

His parents were in the kitchen, conversing heartily with his uncles about quidditch and politics.

You liked having a low key Christmas Eve with Harry. His home was tranquil and happy. His family was welcoming, and they treated you like you were one of them.

There was a Christmas movie on the television, which was a new addition to the house courtesy of Harry’s Uncle Remus. The fire was lit, and the family room was warm.

“I don’t get this movie,” Harry said, frowning.

“Too much muggle stuff,” you agreed.

He turned his head away from the tv. “I love you.”

You snorted. “I love you too, Harry.” You brought your hands up to his face and pulled him in for a kiss.

He smiled against your lips and mumbled, “Your hands smell like cookie dough.”

You giggled. “Well, yeah, I was making it.”

Harry grinned and pulled you into his arms, hugging you tight against him and kissing the top of your head. “Merry Christmas, honey.”

[aanoia]

for the christmas thing, i think a oneshot that's basically just james and reader with a mistletoe. could be at a party or maybe even while they decorate their house!! whatever you want to do with that prompt is fine though :)

thank you so much for the request, I hope you love it!

𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 - 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔

James Potter x reader day one of the christmas advent calendar words; 849 warnings; none this one is so sweet :) also it's december finally, literally the best month of the year and my birthday (which is christmas on the dot)

‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas’ played softly as I entered the Lupin homestead. I smiled as I shrugged off my scarf and coat, gently placing them on the coat rack before walking into the living room.

“Oh, Y/n! You made it!” Lily said happily, leaving the warm side of her boyfriend to give me a tight hug. 

“Lily! I’ve missed you.” I responded, hugging her back just as tight.

“Me too, it’s been ages since we’ve last seen each other, hasn’t it?” She asked and I opened my mouth to answer, but was cut off as a large black dog came running into the living room, a dripping spatula caught between its teeth.

Remus ran in after Sirius, “Sirius! Enough, give me back the spatula. Dogs can’t have chocolate, idiot!”

Sirius transformed into his human self, “Well then, it’s a good thing I’m not a dog then, isn’t it?” He looked over to me and licked the spatula. “‘Ello, love, how have you been doing?”

I snorted and pulled him into a hug, “Quite well, if I must say. And you?”

He winked, “I’ve been great. Having a place with your boyfriend, just your boyfriend, is great. If you know what I mean.” I shook my head as I gave Remus a hug, mumbling quiet hello’s to each other.

“Gross.” Peter said, walking out of the kitchen, wearing the most hideous, wretched Christmas sweater I’ve ever seen.

I raised my eyebrows, “Wow, Peter, you really took the ugly part seriously.”

“It’s not ugly, what do you mean?” Peter’s girlfriend, Amanda (sorry to the Amanda’s) piped up and I refrained from rolling my eyes.

“Amanda, you’re here.” I said with a fake smile.

She looked me up and down and grimaced. “I am. For some reason.” She mumbled at the end, walking back into the kitchen. I made eye contact with Lily and she rolled her eyes at her antics.

Everyone retreated to the kitchen as I set my purse down on the coffee table and smiled at the large Christmas tree.

“Everyone gets a hi but me, huh?” I jumped as a voice sounded from behind me.

I turned around, “James. Hi.” 

He smiled and pulled me into a hug. “Hello, how have been, love?” He asked softly.

“I’ve been good, how about you?”

“Much better now that you’re in front of me.” He said, taking a step to the side and bringing me with him.

I looked into his eyes as he kept nudging us gently, “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you moving us?”

“Am I moving us?”

I glanced to the side and laughed, taking a step back before we got underneath the mistletoe.

“Not a chance, Potter.” I said smugly, walking past him and into the kitchen with everyone else.

“I’ll get you tonight, L/n.” He called after me and I shook my head.

The oven dinged and Sirius gasped excitedly.

“The cookies!” He exclaimed, jumping up and running to the oven.

Remus shot up, “Sirius, no, you’ll-” Sirius yelped in shock as he burned his finger. Remus sighed, “Burn yourself. Come here.” 

I carefully took the cookies from the oven and Remus bandaged up Sirius’ burn. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, savoring the sweet smell of the fresh cookies.

“They smell delicious.” I said as I set them on top of the pot holder on the counter. “You did great, Remus.”

He smiled at me, “Thank you.”

“Y/n, come here.” James said, beckoning me over to the doorway.

I shook my head as I took the mittens off, “Nope.” I said as I muttered a cooling spell on the cookies and carefully picked one up.

“Please?” He said. I smiled and walked over, shoving a cookie in his mouth before he could conjure a mistletoe.

I booped his nose as he ate the cookie, defeated. “Stop trying to get me to walk under a mistletoe.”

A few candy cane shots later and everyone was up dancing to ‘Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree’. A hand grabbed mine and spun me around as I laughed loudly. James put his other hand on my waist as we swirled and swayed. I failed to notice the way he was gently moving us over, step by step. Eventually, the song ended and a softer one came on as everyone calmed down.

James cleared his throat, “Well, what a coincidence.”

I looked at his face, humming in question before my eyes caught the shimmering of a crystal. I looked up and my heart beat rapidly in my chest as I stared at the mistletoe.

“We can’t break tradition.” He whispered and my eyes met his.

“You’re an ass.” I whispered back before smashing my lips against his. His arm snaked around my waist and bent me backwards slightly as my hand made its way on his cheek. It was nothing short of magical, literally.

“We should go on a date.” He said breathlessly once we pulled away.

I smiled and placed a small kiss on his lips. “If you’re lucky.”

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[glitteredrry]

that’s my apron

summary: Harry comes to meet Y/N’s family for the first time during Christmas. 

warning: anxious harry, supportive y/n, big family, and fluff! this was lightly edited.

wc: 3.1k

“Harry looked like a lost puppy. Poor boy.” 

Her sister Ava said from Y/N’s bed reporting back to her what she had observed. She had been outside when she was watching Harry try to interact with the men of her family. In Ava’s opinion, he was doing okay just looking a bit uncomfortable without Y/N by his side. 

Harry was staying and meeting her family for the first time, and one would say it was going well…enough. Easter this year was reserved for Harry’s family, and Christmas was his time to meet her family.

Last night when the both of them had shown up at her grandparent's home, they weren't expecting them to separate them (since they weren’t married) to different sides of the house. When Harry woke up in the morning expecting to find her downstairs at breakfast, Y/N had already gotten dragged out of the house by her Aunt to go help her at the market. 

Then when Y/N arrived back home, her own Grandpa had taken Harry away to go help him with the mundane tasks that he needed to be done. She was fresh out of the shower when her sister slipped inside the room to report back to her. She was a teenager and timid to go try to stir up a conversation with Harry. So, instead, she would just try to get to learn about him through her older sister. 

“I’m going to go straight to him after I change. Where was he?” Y/N asked her as she looked at her on the bed. Before Ava could answer she was searching the room in her towel. 

“He was in the backyard. They all were near the grill talking about who knows what. Harry wasn’t really engaged in the conversation. He looked hesitant to join. ” 

“Harry, he’s an ambivert. Does that make sense, Ava?” Y/N said to her as went back into the bathroom to clip her bra, and put on some underwear.

“No, it doesn’t.” Y/N hears her echo from the bed.

As she walked out of the bathroom you stopped to talk to her. “What it means is that Harry is a shy person. He can be very to himself when he wants to be, that same person can be the life of the part if he wants to be. He is just not feeling as if he can be himself right now because he is being perceived by people he doesn’t know. Does that make sense?” She continued on her way to put on a dress. It was not completely chilly outside today. 

Ava liked hearing her talk about Harry. She had never seen her sister have a serious boyfriend, so, once Y/N told her about Harry, she could hear the way she loved him by how she talked about him. She could even see right now in Y/N’s urgency to get dressed and go see him how much she do. “It does. Well, I’ll get out of your hair. See you downstairs.” Y/N smiled at her as she slipped out of the room closing the door. 

It was only the first day and she had to remind herself of that. Y/N spritzed herself with Harry’s favorite scent on her, slipped into some shoes, and were out of the room heading to him. Tonight was a full house because it was game night. It was a tradition for her family and something that they (Y/N included) took seriously. 

As she went down the stairs, she you could hear the laughter of the kids watching a movie, the women resting in the den with wine glasses, and the deep voices of the men coming from the backyard. The house was decorated so festively that it filled her spirit with pure joy. Once Y/N walked through the doors to the grassy area she spotted Harry across the backyard…but he wasn’t alone. 

She expected it to be someone older talking to him, instead, it was her cousin. Who was only about six. Y/N couldn’t hear their conversation but it seems that Harry just got asked a question by him. He was dramatic with his expressions, holding his An answer was said but she couldn’t quite hear that, Harry turned his head to whisper something to him. That’s when he spotted you walking over, you swore that his smile got a little brighter. He brought his hand up gently waving it at her. Y/N kept her distance not wanting to abruptly end their conversation. As she got closer to them, Eliza noticed her and jumped up. 

“Is Harry talking your ear off?” She asked the small boy as he hugged her.

“No! Harry likes dinosaurs like me! Harry is nice.” She looked over at Harry who smiled at the compliment.

“I’m glad you like him, I like him too.”

“Is it okay if I steal him for a moment? Everyone is watching the Grinch.”

“That movie sucks.”

“Go ahead, Eliza,” She pressed a kiss to the side of his head as she watched him run across the yard to the house. Y/N turned to face Harry as he held his hand out. She obliged missing his touch. No one was around them to say anything, so she sat in his lap wrapping her arms around his neck, and bringing him into a hug.

Harry tucked his head into her neck, wrapping his hands around her waist. He let out a delighted hum at her scent. His whole body relaxed in her hold. He tried to act as if he wasn’t the clingy one of the two, but deep down he knew he wore that title on his sleeve.

When her felt her fingers come up to massage the back of his head he began to turn to press light kisses against her neck. He had missed her all day. He wasn’t usually this nervous around new people but he wanted to leave a good impression on her family. He was adding extra stress to his body for no reason. 

“Missed you so much today,” he muttered against her skin. 

“Missed this smell too.”

Y/N let out a soft giggle at what he was saying knowing that he was going to compliment her perfume. “Missed you so much, maybe I can come into your room tonight.” Harry moved away from her neck giving her a hard stare. 

“There is no way that I’m disrespecting your family.”

“Just one night, my love. I missed you so much last night. We haven’t slept apart in six months.” What she was saying was true. When they had officially made their relationship exclusive they immediately made sure to not sleep without each other. 

“It pains me to be without you.”

“You think it doesn’t pain me to roll over and not see this face in the morning?” Harry reached up pinching her pouting lips. “We will be in the same bed before you know it. Don’t think too hard about the days, sweetheart.” He reached up capturing her lips. 

“I won’t think about the time. Promise. How was your day?” Y/N diverted the conversation because they still had about five days here and would celebrate the New Year with friends. 

“Your Grandfather is a wonderful man. I just listened as he talked really and bossed me around. I was nervous to talk to anyone else. Other than that, I’ve been waiting around for you…and talking to anyone who took the time to talk to me.”

“Like Eliza,” they said at the same time laughing.

“He is peculiar, didn’t even say hello straight to the questions. I like that, he knows what he wants and doesn’t beat around the bush.” Y/N let out a light laugh knowing how much personality is in his little body. She felt a chill in your arms as Harry spoke up to ask Y/N about her day. 

“My Aunt practically bossed me around the entire time making me run all her errands.” Harry continued to listen as he shuffled off his jacket while she talked. “Then when we got here, I was told you were getting used to do some task too. So, I took a shower.” Harry went to go place his jacket around her arms. 

“You noticed I was cold?” “Of course I did, I was actually going to ask why you didn’t come out with a jacket…just this little dress… tempting me,” Harry said nipping at her skin and sliding his hand in between her thighs. It was out of view so no one would be able to tell what was going on. “Thought you didn’t want to disrespect my family,” Y/N said closing her eyes at the feeling of his fingers dancing on her skin.

“Am I doing something? I’m not doing anything.” He said teasingly keeping his fingers at a safe distance but just the right spot to get her excited. 

“You won’t get the chance to, Styles.” She stood up out of his touch as Harry groaned. Y/N slipped her arms through the sleeves letting Harry’s jacket drown her.

“If I can’t sneak into your room, you can’t tease me. Come on, the game is about to start.”

Harry was tucked into Y/N’s side as they watched her family get ready to play the infamous game called charades. Now in this household, it was taken seriously. Anyone who wanted to play could although many of her family members sat out due to how competitive it got. Everyone had already eaten, and the kids were already either asleep in one room together or were gone with their parents. 

“I think that’s all the teams for tonight? Any more?” Y/N wasn’t expecting a deep but at the same time timid voice speaks up. 

“I would like to play.” All of her family including Y/N turned their head at Harry. Most of them hadn’t heard Harry speak so most of them were curious about who was speaking. 

“Harry right?” Her uncle asked. Harry nodded his head.

“Of course, you can play, son. Is Y/N going to be your partner?” 

Harry looked over at her not even thinking that he had to have a partner, he didn’t even know if she wanted to play. Before he had the chance to change his mind taking it back that he wanted to play. Y/N could notice the look on his face and spoke up. “Oh, we’re playing. All of you are going down too. Right, H?” She held a smile on her face looking at his eyes light up.

“We do make a great team. Let the games begin!” Harry directed toward her family and everyone cheered in excitement. 

The game was amazing. They usually competed for gift cards, but this year it was for a mystery present under the tree. Everyone had technically gotten eliminated. The last teams who were against each other were Y/N and Harry against her cousin Pamela and her wife.

It was a tense round since it was the last, and the whole family was getting rowdy. Y/N and Harry had already gone getting a whopping 15 things guessed right in the time they had. Her cousin was cutting it close with time but they still had the chance to win. The only rule they had was that there could be no talking. You had to act out whatever it was. 

Everyone was paying attention to Y/N’s cousin trying to guess what it was in laughter. Pamela’s wife was acting out as if she was rock climbing. She was doing every gesture you could possibly think of. This is when Harry turned his attention to her as she mouthed rock to her partner. Pamela didn’t catch it the first time. Harry quickly caught Y/N’s attention who was laughing with her family. 

“Look. She’s mouthing the answer to her.” Y/N quickly put her attention on her cousin's wife. Y/N gasped and immediately stood up in ready to accuse the cheating couple, “cheaters! She’s telling you what it is.” The whole room gasped dramatically. 

“No, we didn’t.”

“Oh, but you did. We saw you. You’re caught, end the game. We’re the winners.” Harry stood up to join and her whole family laughed that this new person fit in perfectly. 

Y/N's uncle stood up to join in, “those who think they cheated say ‘I’”

A loud agreeance spread across the room with Harry being the loudest making Y/N and a few family members nearby laugh.

“Well, the winners of the annual Christmas charades for the year 2022 are Y/N and Harry.” A cheer filled the room as Y/N jumped into Harry’s arms. Everyone in the room watched the couple that was capturing their hearts. Without Harry even knowing it he had won over the hearts of her family with his competitiveness. 

As the house quieted down and everyone was retreating to their designated bedrooms. Y/N held her hand behind her as Harry held on as they walked up the stairs to the bedroom. When they got to the door, Y/N turned to face him. “Well, this is me.”

“Goodnight, my love.” Harry pressed his lips against her forehead savoring the moment. 

“Not enough.”

“That’s all you get for now. I mean it.” “Not even one on the lips?” 

“It’s never just one on the lips.”

Puckering her lips, Harry fell for her antics without her even having to try. Looking around to make sure none of her family was around, he bend down quickly kissing her on the lips. 

“Now stay in my room.”

“See! I told you is never one, you little devil.” “C’mon, one night won’t kill you.” “Absolutely not.” “Stay with me until I pass out. A few head rubs and I’m done for.” Harry paused to think about the offer. He had been missing her presence but he knew they had to be here for a few days after tonight, and he knew he would end up missing her more as the days went on.

“As soon as you hear the first snore, you can leave. Come on, baby.” 

“You’re sick.” She knew that anytime she used that pet name on him he was bound to give her the world if she asked. 

“Just until you sleep, get in.” He said to her.

She smiled brightly as they slipped into her room. Closing the door, they walked to the bed. Harry collapsed staring up at her, without saying anything Y/N turned her body so that her back was facing him as she started to undress.

“Oh, now you’re being cruel.”

“No sleeping in here, no look at my tits.” 

“Fair.” 

Y/N laughed at him accepting his defeat as she slipped on one of his shirts. Kicking her dress to the side, she walked to the side of the bed getting under the covers. Harry adjusted himself to get right behind her. His fingers came up messaging her head as she let out a moan in delight. 

“Right there, that’s the spot.”

“Hush, go to bed.” Soon she slipped into a deep sleep in Harry’s arms. He hated it when he had to gently untangle them. Kissing her head several times he was out of the room. 

Waking up, she immediately felt the emptiness behind her and frowned. She was hoping that Harry might have accidentally slept with her. Crossing the room, she took some workout pants from her suitcase slipping them on to go downstairs. It was Christmas Eve and she was more than excited. Today she got to help out with dinner…which mainly involved her being her Grandma’s taste tester. 

When she made her way out of the room, she noticed how bright it truly was and realized that she overslept a bit. Heading down the stairs, all the men were in the living room watching a football game on T.V. quickly her eyes scanned the rowdy room, and her boyfriend was nowhere in sight. He loved football and it hurt her that he still wasn’t fitting in. She made a beeline to the backyard thinking that’s where he might be until he heard his voice.

“Just a pinch of salt in there will do it.” It sounded as if it was coming from the kitchen. 

Once she made it, she couldn’t believe her eyes. 

Her boyfriend was surrounded by all of the older women in the family as they cooked for tonight’s dinner. Harry stood over a bowl, mixing something while wearing her designated apron. What shocked her more is her Grandma getting him to taste her gravy. 

“Now what is going on?” All of their eyes turned to her as the women began to all talk at once.

“Harry is helping us out today.” “He’s the best sous chef.”

“You overslept and we needed an extra set of hands.”

Harry smugly shrugged his shoulders while continuing to mix. Y/N’s Grandma came around the island to talk to her. “You’ve been replaced. Now you have to keep Harry around or it will be quite awkward when I invite my new…my new…wait one moment.”

“Harry, what’s that word that you taught me?”

“Bestie.” Harry looked up answering before he continued to do his task.

“Right, it would be awkward when I invite my new bestie over still if you two ever break up.” Y/N smiled at her Grandma’s words loving that her Grandma took him under her wing. 

“I perhaps it would be. What’s up with me being replaced?”

“That’s my apron.” Y/N said like a child who had to share their favorite toy.

“Times are changing, honey. Harry, come try my mashed potatoes after you’re done mixing the cookie dough.” 

“You let him mix the cookie dough? That’s my job. I always eat some of it.”

“It’s delicious too,” Harry spoke up teasing her with bright eyes. Y/N walked up around the island next to him standing close.

“What’s the pout for?”

“You’re replacing me already. My family is going to treat me like a ghost soon.”

“Good, then you will never get rid of me. I mean I’m already in with your Grandparents, you’re stuck with me.” Harry said smiling at her while raising his eyebrows poking fun at her.

“I will gladly be stuck to you. The apron looks nice on you.”

“I know right look at my waist,” he stopped mixing to use his hands to show off the apron.

Y/N laughed trying to cover it up because it was too loud. Her Grandma walked over immediately. 

“You’re distracting my sous chef. If you don’t have an apron you must go. I don’t make the rules.”

“You do make the rules! But I’ll go. Harry this isn’t over.” Y/N looked at him teasingly. 

“I wouldn’t dare think so, my love.” Y/N headed out of the kitchen but stayed at a safe distance where she could still spy on Harry without him noticing. Her heart filled with joy as all the women in her family fond over Harry. To think of how nervous Harry was about meeting her family, and now to see him fitting in with ease was just beautiful. She watched Harry’s genuine laugh come out while he was standing in that kitchen next to her Grandma.

Y/N knew the rest of the trip was going to be amazing just as she hoped.

[squid1442]

Severitus Wip :)!!

This is basically the Christmas scene in ‘A patchwork family’ on ao3 by @aspionagee , it’s an TOTAL work in progress buttt thought I should share it since I’m not reallyyyy sure wether I’ll finish it or not. It’s a pretty big piece lmao.

Also I love that fic.

[thestoryofusstan]

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

part ii

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

warnings: none really.. not edited.

summary: in which y/n's friends book her an amazing gig, but they don't mention anything about her favorite singer being in attendance.

request: nope!

your friends were more than aware of your obsession with harry styles. it’s not like it was a secret.

so, it only made sense that when you started to sing in bars and cafes — anywhere, really — that you’d always incorporate something of his into it. whether it be a love on tour crewneck, a song of his, a one direction song, or a song about him — you loved to cover style, because.. who didn’t want to strut on a stage to a song everyone knows?

however, you weren’t aware of what they were planning when they somehow booked you in a very prestigious bar.

the dress-code for this bar was strict. your usual get-up of jeans and a crewneck — or jeans and anything, really — was vetoed before you could even ask. so, you searched through the depths and trenches of your closet until you found a black, skin-tight cocktail dress that ended right at your mid-thigh.

“seriously, babe. you know sign of the times inside and out. you’re just psyching yourself out,” one of your friends, melanie, told you.

“i know, but.. still.”

“you doubt yourself too much.”

“so you tell me everyday. now shoo! i’ve gotta be onstage in five.”

you weren’t exactly sure how you got onstage. you’re pretty sure you blacked out.

as you nervously scanned the crowd, you spoke into the mic, “hi.. my name is y/n. uh.. i’ll be singing some songs tonight. i figured since it’s christmas eve, i could sing through a few.. christmas classics or whatever. so.. yeah!”

a few people in the audience laughed at your awkwardness.

you sang through last christmas first, which really boosted your confidence. the audience was very interactive, singing, dancing, and clapping along.

you sang a few other christmas classics. santa baby, let it snow, things like that.

and then.. it was time for the section you very much dreaded. your songs.

“so.. these next few songs are songs that i wrote. they’re.. like.. my babies. so.. please be nice to them,” you laughed.

you nodded to the band. a silent signal that they could start the music.

“when you first told me about her, you said she was thirty. and i just can’t help but think.. you knew it was dirty. and maybe you were just a little sad, but there’s no excuse to lie to me like that. but when you first told me about her, you said she was thirty,” you took a deep breath before belting the chorus, “but she’s only twenty-eight. i’m not even half her age. she probably just had her first high school reunion. you’re probably the first guy she’s ever moved in with. you think that i wanna hate. but you set me up this way. so for my health i’ll be blocking your number, ‘cause you couldn’t wait till i got a bit older.”

the crowd cheered, giving you more confidence as you walked around the stage.

“and sometimes i kinda feel like i wanna forgive. but it never crossed your mind that maybe i’m still a kid. and i’m so used to being the adult. even when you say it’s not your fault. but i’m kinda getting sick and tired of crying. so please stop lying, and lying, and lying. she’s only twenty-eight. i’m not even half her age. she probably just had her first high school reunion. you’re probably the first guy she’s ever moved in with. you think that i wanna hate. but you set me up this way. so for my health i’ll be blocking your number, ‘cause you couldn’t wait till i got a bit older. to tell me she was twenty-eight.”

as the drums and electric guitar got more intense, the lights flashed different colors.

“to tell me she was twenty-eight… what the fuck is twenty-eight? you said she’s mature, so that makes it okay. and you said she likes sports, so that makes it okay. and she’s actually pretty, so that makes it okay. but there’s nothing you can say that makes twenty-eight okay.. to me.”

the crowd cheered as you lowered the mic. a smile overtook your face as you laughed.

you walked back over to the mic stand, putting the mic in the slot as a slow, piano-ballad type song started. the lights switched to a soft white.

“they’re always charismatic. and they’ll turn up the charm. their words do something magic, saying no is really hard. they’re over-generous, you’ll never pay the bills. they’ll fall in love in seconds. die for you, or probably kill. ooh. and after six months, you’ll feel really stupid. ooh. i promise that it’s not your fault you fell for it,” you shook your head, keeping your eyes closed as you sang, “‘cause.. one little fight breaks into war. feels like you’re dying on the bathroom floor. you’ll make an excuse. you’ll say that it’s you. and the mirror’s telling you it’s true. won’t leave, can’t stay. how much are you gonna take? ‘cause you’ll always take the blame. it feels like shit, but that’s just how it is. when you love a narcissist. so if you’re feeling crazy.. i wouldn’t be surprised. the only thing they’re good at’s knowing how to gaslight. then make you feel like the most beautiful in the world. while they’re sleeping with another girl. ooh. and after six months, you’ll feel really stupid. ooh. i promise that it’s not your fault you fell for it, ‘cause.. one little fight breaks into war. feels like you’re dying on the bathroom floor. you’ll make an excuse. you’ll say that it’s you. and the mirror’s telling you it’s true. won’t leave, can’t stay. how much are you gonna take? ‘cause you’ll always take the blame. it feels like shit, but that’s just how it is. ‘cause i felt like shit. so i know how it is. when you love a narcissist.”

the crowd cheered as it went straight into another song.

“when you’d yell, i would stay quiet. you never noticed i was quiet. i was taught that speaking up was talking back. always first to say, ‘i’m sorry’, ‘cause i wanted you to like me. and i thought that’s what it took to make it last. it’s a lose, lose. that i don’t choose. but you don’t always choose the ones you love. i shouldn’t have to be the bigger person. how come i have to break to keep us working? it’s always up to me, even though it shouldn’t be. i’ll take the blame the way you want me to. ‘cause that’s what i do for you. i was half of this dynamic. i was stable, you were manic. without you or with you comes with a cost. i got used to the excuses and emotional abuses. we kept moving the lines we never crossed. it’s a lose, lose that i don’t choose. but you don’t always choose the ones you love. shouldn’t have to be the bigger person. how come i have to break to keep us working? it’s always up to me, even though it shouldn’t be. i’ll take the blame the way you want me to. ‘cause that’s what i do for you. i always think it’s over, but it never really is. but i can’t get the closure when you’re like this. can we switch? maybe this time you’ll be the bigger person. ‘cause i’m getting tired of carrying all your burden. it should be up to you, but you won’t admit the truth, oh-oh. shouldn’t have to be the bigger person. how come i have to break to keep us working? it’s always up to me, even though it shouldn’t be. i’ll take the blame the way you want me to. ‘cause that’s what i do for you.”

the crowd cheered again.

“thank you! we have.. four more songs tonight. this next one is would’ve, could’ve, should’ve.”

a crew member came and slipped an electric guitar around your neck. you quietly thanked them as you cleared your throat and the music started.

“if you would’ve blinked, then i would’ve looked away at the first glance. if you tasted poison, you could’ve spit me out at the first chance. if i was some paint, did it splatter on a promising grown man? and if i was a child, did it matter? if you got to wash your hands? oh-oh, oh. all i used to do was pray. would’ve, could’ve, should’ve. if you’d never looked my way, i would’ve stayed on my knees. and i damn sure never would’ve danced with the devil at nineteen. and the god honest truth is that the pain was heaven. and now that i’m grown, i’m scared of ghosts. memories feel like weapons. and now that i know, i wish you’d left me wondering. if you never touched me, i would’ve gone along with the righteous. if i never blushed, then they could’ve never whispered about this. and if you never saved me from boredom, i could’ve gone on as i was. but, lord, you made me feel important… and then you tried to erase us. oh-oh, oh. you’re a crisis of my faith. would’ve, could’ve, should’ve. if i’d only played it safe, i would’ve stayed on my knees. and i damn sure never would’ve danced with the devil at nineteen. and the god honest truth is that the pain was heaven. and now that i’m grown, i’m scared of ghosts. memories feel like weapons. and now that i know, i wish you’d left me wondering. god rest my soul, i miss who i used to be. the tomb won’t close, stained glass windows in my mind. i regret you all the time. i can’t let this go, i fight with you in my sleep. the wound won’t close, i keep on waiting for a sign. i regret you all the time…. if clarity’s in death, then why won’t this die? years of tearing down our banners, you and i. living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts. give me back my girlhood, it was mine first,” as you held the note, the crowd screamed.

“and i damn sure never would’ve danced with the devil. at nineteen. and the god honest truth is that the pain was heaven. and now that i’m grown, i’m scared of ghosts. memories feel like weapons. and now that i know, i wish you’d left me wondering. god rest my soul, i miss who i used to be. the tomb won’t close, stained glass windows in my mind. i regret you all the time. i can’t let this go, i fight with you in my sleep. the wound won’t close, i keep on waiting for a sign. i regret you all the time. oh, god rest my soul, i miss who i used to be. the tomb won’t close, stained glass windows in my mind. i regret you all the time. i can’t let this go, i fight with you in my sleep. the wound won’t close, i keep on waiting for a sign. i regret you all the time.”

with the final strum of your electric guitar, the crowd stood up to applaud. the crew member switched out the electric guitar for an acoustic one.

“this next one is called ceilings.”

a little bit more applause.

“.. ceilings. plaster. can’t you just make it move faster? lovely to be sitting here with you. you’re kinda cute, but it’s raining. harder. my shoes are now full of water. lovely to be rained on with you. it’s kinda cute but it’s.. so short. then you’re drivin’ me home. and i don’t wanna leave, but i have to go. you kiss me in your car. and it feels like the start of a movie i’ve seen before. before… bedsheets, no clothes. touch me like nobody else does. lovely to just lay here with you. you’re kinda cute and i would say all of this. but i don’t wanna ruin the moment. lovely to sit between comfort and chaos.. but it’s over. then you’re driving me home. and it kinda comes out as i get up to go. you kiss me in your car, and it feels like the start of a movie i’ve seen before.. but it’s not real. and you don’t exist. and i can’t recall the last time i was kissed. it hits me in the car. and it feels like the end of a movie i’ve seen before. before.”

you laughed as you saw melanie and your friends stand up in the back of the bar, dancing on stools.

“i can see my friends dancing.. so badly because they love the next song,” you laugh.

“once the flight had flown. with the wilt of the rose. i slept all alone. you still wouldn’t go. let’s fast forward to three hundred takeout coffees later. i see your profile and your smile on unsuspecting waiters. you dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor. you search in every maiden’s bed for something greater, baby. was it over when she laid down on your couch? was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse? ‘come here,’ i whispered in your ear in your dream as you passed out, baby. was it over then? and is it over now? when you lost control. red blood, white snow. blue dress on a boat. your new girl is my clone,” you smiled, knowing was part comes next. “and did you think i didn’t see you, there were flashing lights. at least i had the decency to keep my nights out sight. only rumors ‘bout my hips and thighs, and my whispered sighs. oh, lord. i think about jumping. off of very tall somethings. just to see you coming runnin’, runnin’. and say the one thing i’ve been wanting, but no. let’s. fast forward to three hundred awkward blind dates later. if she's got blue eyes, i will surmise that you'll probably date her. you dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor. you search in every model's bed for something greater, baby, was it over when she laid down on your couch? was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse? ‘come here,’ I whispered in your ear in your dream as you passed out, baby. was it over then? and is it over now? oh. oh. think i didn’t see you? there were flashing lights. at least i had the decency to keep my nights out sight. only rumors ‘bout my hips and thighs, and my whispered sighs. oh, lord. i think about jumping. off of very tall somethings. just to see you coming runnin’, runnin’. and say the one thing i’ve been wanting, but no. let’s fast forward to three hundred takeout coffees later. oh. i was hoping you’d be there. and say the one thing i’be been wanting… but no.”

another round of applause as you passed off the guitar.

“so.. this song is not my song. i am.. very nervous for this, but.. this is sign of the times.”

you closed your eyes tightly as the music started, “just stop your crying, it’s a sign of the times. welcome to the final show. hope you're wearing your best clothes. you can't bribe the door on your way to the sky. you look pretty good down here. but you ain't really good.. we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets? we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets? … just stop your crying it’s a sign of the times. we gotta get away from here. we gotta get away from here. just stop your crying, it’ll be alright. they told me that the end is near. we gotta get away from here. just stop your crying, have the time of your life. breaking through the atmosphere, and things are pretty good from here. remember everything will be alright. we can meet again somewhere. somewhere far away from here.. we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets? we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets? just stop your crying. it’s a sign of the times. we gotta get away from here. we gotta get away from here. stop your crying, baby, it'll be alright. they told me that the end is near we gotta get away from here. we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets?” you finally opened your eyes, trying to find melanie, but instead, you find the last person you expected to be here.

the man whose song you’re literally singing.

harry was slightly weary when an over-excited girl with light pink hair came up to him and asked him — begged him, really — to come to her best friends show. he wasn’t sure what convinced him. or what possessed him to bring his mother and gemma along with him.

but he had to say, he didn’t.. regret it.

you were pretty — extremely pretty. and you were a crazy good singer. he was pretty sure you were singing his song better than him.

you swallowed your nerves as you sang the chorus and bridge, keeping eye contact even though you felt like shitting your pants. “we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets? we don't talk enough. we should open up. before it's all too much. will we ever learn? we've been here before. it's just what we know. stop your crying, baby. it's a sign of the times. we gotta get away. we got to get away..” you finally looked away, closing your eyes. “we got to get away. we got to get away. we got to get away. we got to, we got to, away. we got to, we got to, away. we got to, we got to, away.”

you let out a shaking exhale as the song ended, backing up from the mic. you bowed and blew kisses to the audience before practically sprinting offstage.

to: mel x

WHAT THE FUCK MELANIE WHY THE FUCK DID INJUST MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH HARRY STYLES WHILE SINGING SIGN OF THE TIMES IM GONNA KILL

MY

SELF.

from: mel xx

NOOO I INVITED HIM ITS FINE

to: mel xx

you

what.

from: mel xx

I SAW HIM A WEEK AFTER WE BOOKED YOU THE GIG AND MIGHT HAVE BEGGED HIM TO COME BECAUSE I KNOW YOU WANT TO MEET HIM AND WHAT BETTER WAY THAN THIS

to: mel xx

oh i dunno

ANY OTHER WAY?

from: mel xx

BABE IT IS FINE

HE BROUGHT HIS MUM AND GEMMA TOO

to: mel xx

WHAG

from: mel xx

HE SAID HE LOVED IT AND U WERE OHENOMENAL

NOW GET OUT HERE AND MEET HIM

after taking ten minutes to breath, you walked over to the bar, finding melanie pretty easily.

“i love you so much for playing is it over now!”

“i played it just for you and your psycho obsession with it,” you laughed as she yanked you into a hug.

you two pulled away, and you turned around when you felt a presence behind you.

your eyes widened when you were face to face with harry fucking styles.

“hey.. y/n, right?”

you blinked a few times… that couldn’t be real. this was most definitely a prank.

“.. are you alright?”

“yes! sorry, i’m.. yeah, i’m good. hi, yeah. i’m.. y/n.”

he smiled at you, “i’m harry. but.. you seem to already know that, since y’sang my song and all.”

“i.. yeah, i do know who you are,” you laugh awkwardly.

“well, i’m glad to know who you are as well.”

you had to bit your lip to keep from smiling like a psycho.

“oh, and uh.. happy christmas,” he smiled.

you furrowed your brows, grabbing your phone.

12:01, 25 december 2018

happy christmas, indeed.

a/n: edging 😛 LMAO this might get another part, it lowk just depends on how well it does!!

[finelinevogue]

Hi ellie! happy first day of the Christmas month!! I hope you are all cozy and comfy at home!

The other day I saw a super cute video from this tiktok couple cam.and.mal, where he puts up mistletoe everywhere in the house (like every door way, fan, light etc.) so they will always be kissing, thought that's super cute :))

loooove your writing by the way!! Your masterlist has always been my little comfort corner, sending love and hugs!!

christmassy kisses

hi!!! omg happy 1st day of christmas and thank you so much for the request <333 this is such an adorable idea and i am on it right now <333 p.s. you’re amazing xo

word count : -600

pairing : youtuber!reader x harry

As soon as you walked through the front door you were stopped.

You noticed Harry first, of course, in his hoodie and joggers. Behind him was your editor, Pippa, holding up her phone to film you two.

“What’s going on?” You asked suspiciously.

“Look up, babe.” Harry said.

You tilted your head up, expecting some slime or paint to fall, but instead there was some fake mistletoe.

“Mistletoe?” You asked, opening the door wider.

Harry didn’t let you in very far though, making sure you waited in the doorway.

“Guess we’ll have to kiss then.” Harry shrugged his shoulders and cupped your cheeks, bringing you towards him for a proper kiss. Not too intense, seeing as Pippa was here and she’s probably filming content for you.

“Interesting welcome home.” You laughed, smiling at Harry who looked very pleased with himself.

“It’s only because it’s Christmas, and I love you.”

You shut the front door behind you as you walked in, taking note of how Harry and Pippa are still standing around and looking suspicious.

“Seriously, what are you two up to?”

You took off your coat and hung it up on the coat hanger, before walking to the bedroom to change into a comfier hoodie - preferably one of Harry’s.

When you approached your bedroom door, you noticed the mistletoe hanging above it too.

“What the —”

“Don’t worry, i’ll kiss you again.” Harry smiled and leant down to kiss you again. He looked super chuffed with himself, like his plan was succeeding or something.

“H, bub, have you hung up mistletoe everywhere just so you have the excuse of kissing me?” You asked, standing close to him with Pippa still filming.

“Maybe.”

Instead of responding, you ran to find the next one. You stood under the en-suite bathroom door and patiently waited for Harry to come over.

He laughed once he caught on to how eager you were, becoming more eager himself. He gladly wandered over to you and gave you a loving kiss, filled with giggles.

“Best idea ever.” You praised him.

“Why?”

“We get to kiss more than ever!”

“We already do, baby.” Harry laughed, hugging you against his body tight to embrace all your sunshine energy.

“But this time they’re Christmassy kisses.” You argued.

“You’re right, m’love. I’ll give you all the Christmassy kisses you could ever want.”

“Deal.” You said, running off to find the next piece of mistletoe.

[babooshkart]

It’s Harry’s dream house. A brick cottage, covered in ivy and crawling vines, sits at the end of the driveway. It’s dusted in snow, trees reaching over the garden beds, and chickens are clucking and pecking at the ground. Draco takes a sharp inhale, and pulls Harry through the wards, and Harry knows that feeling - it’s the way Grimmauld greets him. The magic tangling around him, welcoming him home.

A Melody of You & Me by @academicdisasterfic (65k, rated E)

The perfect read for the holiday season. Rooney, you are a marvel. Merry Christmas, everyone!!! Go read this gorgeous fic!!! 💕💕💕

[pintsizemama]

Dickens

Day 8

Summary: You and Draco take your son to the local Dickens Christmas Festival.

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x You, Draco Malfoy x Female Reader (American)

Fandom: Harry Potter AU (no magic)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language, talk of sex/breeding

Word Count: 799

A/N: This is my first time writing for Draco. I have some ideas for him. Let me know if you want more Draco!

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“It’s so beautiful, Mummy,” Scorpius said in awe. You had just arrived at the town’s Christmas festival. It was Dickens themed, and you felt like you had stepped back in time. Everywhere you looked people were dressed like they had stepped out of Victorian London.

“It’s more English here than in England,” Draco chuckled wryly. This was the first time you had brought your husband and son back to your hometown in America. You met Draco while traveling abroad, fell in love, and stayed in England to be with him. You missed your extended family and wanted to show Draco and Scorpius where you had grown up, so Draco suggested spending Christmas there.

“I’ve always loved this festival,” you told him. “It’s so magical. And you know how much I love all things English.”

“Especially the men,” Draco replied, puffing out his chest slightly. You laughed merrily.

“Yes,” you agreed. “I am lucky enough to live with the two most handsome men in all of England!” Draco smiled and kissed you softly on the lips. He was a cold, calculating man to the rest of the world, but for you and Scorpius he was doting and loving.

“Mummy, can I please have some of that!” Scorpius pleaded, pointing to the booth with hot chocolate.

“Yes, my darling boy,” you said immediately. “That is the perfect way to warm up.” The three of you got in line and you looked around to see what else was near by. “I believe Santa is here somewhere. We’ll have to see if we can find him.”

“Yes!” Scorpius agreed enthusiastically. A few minutes later the three of you had piping hot chocolate. You walked along the booths looking at all the crafts and gifts for sale. When you spent just a little longer than normal looking at a gorgeous pair of earrings Draco insisted on buying them. The man had more money than God and spoiled you rotten.

You turned down the next street and saw a massive kid area set up. There were games and stalls selling junk food, face painting, and a massive inflatable slide.

“Mummy! Daddy!” Scorpius squealed and jumped up and down as he pointed towards the slide.

“Go on, baby,” you encouraged him. “Just remember to take your shoes off!”

“Why on Earth would he take his shoes off?” Draco asked.

“It’s just the policy with inflatables,” you explained. “Bouncy houses and slides. Shoes can damage them.”

“Scorpius, come back here!” Draco called out, but the little boy was already shoeless and climbing the stairs. “That thing is filthy. God knows what diseases he’ll pick up on it.” His face was creased in disgust.

“It’s fine, Draco,” you said with a wave of your hand. “Don’t be such a snob. I used to go on these things all the time, and I turned out fine.”

“Debatable,” Draco teased with a straight face. You playfully smacked his chest. Scorpius had made it to the top and screamed with joy the whole way down. He jumped off and ran over to you, his face beaming with happiness.

“Can I go again?” He asked breathlessly. Draco looked into the blissful eyes of his son, and his face softened.

“Of course,” Draco answered. “You can go on as many times as you want until we tell you it’s time to stop.”

“Really?” Scorpius bounced up and down with excitement.

“Yes,” Draco nodded. “Now get back up there.” Scorpius ran off to slide to his heart’s content. You were so proud of your husband. His upbringing had been privileged, but strict. He had very little fun as a child. It was wonderful to see him break from tradition and allow Scorpius to be a child.

“Have I told you today how much I love you?” You said and placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“I believe you did this morning after I woke you up with my head between your—” you clapped your hand over his mouth and cut him off.

“Not around the kids,” you whispered. Draco chuckled against your hand and you removed it.

“Right,” he said. “I’ll just wait until we are back at your parent’s house. I’m sure Grandma would love to bake some cookies with Scorpius so I can spend an hour ravaging my wife.”

“You better not word it that way to my mother!” You gasped. He shrugged.

“Your mother adores me, and she wants more grandchildren,” Draco said simply. “She wouldn’t object to me breeding the fuck out of you all week long.” You felt your face warm and panties dampen at his filthy words.

“Mr. Malfoy, behave,” you said quietly. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulled you in close to his side and nipped your ear.

“Never,” he whispered gruffly.

Day 9

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my favorite fics: holiday edition

merry christmas to everyone ! here’s a list of my favorite holiday themed blurbs by amazing writers ! i hope you like it <3

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baby it’s cold outside by @havethetimeofyourstyles

new year by @svnflowervol666

no regrets by @watchmegetobsessed

i gave you my heart by @suchalonelysunflower

christmas at the styles house by @harrysgoldenline

mistletoe by @eveningepiphany

lonely this christmas by @enthusiasticharry

i’ll be home for christmas by @tokyoharry

winter flakes by @oghoneytryst

that’s my apron by @glitteredrry

christmas baby by @peterspeachy

sweater weather by @tpwkwriter

happy holidays by @finelinevogue

the perfect tree by @storiesforallfandoms

milk and cookies by @fiftyshadesof-h

merry christmas, darling by @cakestan

it’s not christmas till you come home by @tobesolonely

christmas in holmes chapel by @nationalharryleague

baking made easy by @harrysgloves

christmas dance by @astranva

traditions by @herewithmeharry

donating time by @halfmoonkid

underneath the tree by @all-things-fic

reconnect by @soysauceharry

read receipts by @harrystylesgotmefuckedup

invisible string by @satanhalsey

a new pair of skates by @hunflowers

be quiet by @harryhoney-bee

spending new year’s eve with harry by @tinydestinybear

tis the damn season by @harrystylescherry

better this year by @shroomiebloomm

christmas at mum’s by @finerllines

baby please come home by @pancakes4two 

this christmas by @leveller-75

matilda by @goldenbuckyyy

so good by @foolforharrry

a midnight kiss by @gucciwins

angel by @shroombloomm

happy new year by @avatar-anna

new years, new family by @chaoticloving

my holiday blurbs

holidays with harry

putting the christmas tree with harry

singer!yn and harry release a christmas song

tree picking with harry

christmas in paris

christmas with the styles

new years

first christmas as husband and wife

[twostepstyless]

Okay here goes…

INTRODUCING… my 2022 Advent Calendar. Starting December 1st enjoy a new piece of writing from me every. single. day. until Christmas Day. I don’t really know why I’m doing this to myself but here we are. I’m trying to get better at posting writing more frequently and this is sort of forcing myself to do that. So join me at 9pm GMT every single day for a new piece. We will have a mix of one-shots, blurbs, concepts (at least one smut piece thrown in for good measure) all with a festive theme to get us through the season. The writings will work whether you read every single day or drop in and out throughout the month, you won’t miss any plot points if you miss a day, they’ll all work as standalone pieces too !! This Advent Calendar masterlist will be updated daily for the new piece and will be pinned at the top of my blog for the duration <3

Door number 1 will be opened Thursday December 1st at 9pm GMT - I suppose I better start typing

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MERRY CHRISTMAS

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