#COLD

[vanalex]

[christmasxmas]

[slytherin-princess-x]

Slytherinmas day 24

Warming Up | Theodore Nott x Reader

"Cold hands, warm heart."

Summary: not so innocent reader get a little cold. Wanna cuddle,Teddy?

The Slytherin common room has always been freezing in winter. The lake water pressing against the windows doesn't help, casting an ethereal green glow across the leather couches and stone floors. Usually I love watching the Giant Squid drift past, tentacles creating mesmerizing patterns in the murky depths, but today I'm too cold to appreciate the view. I'm curled up in one of the plush armchairs near the fireplace, my Potions textbook forgotten in my lap. Even with the flames crackling merrily, the December chill seems to seep straight through my bones. The dungeons were clearly not designed with student comfort in mind.

"Merlin's beard, why is it so cold in here?" I complain, rubbing my hands together. My fingers feel like icicles.

Theo looks up from his spot on the couch across from me, his dark hair falling into his eyes in that effortlessly messy way that makes half the girls in our House swoon. He's wearing a thin t-shirt despite the cold, because of course he is. Show-off.

"Maybe you wouldn’t be if you weren't such a delicate flower, Bambola," (doll) he teases, a familiar smirk playing at his lips. His eyes gleam with mischief as he watches me suffer.

I roll my eyes at him “we can’t all be human furnaces like you, nott”

"I'll warm you up," he says with a wink, patting his lap invitingly.For a moment, I hesitate. Sweet, innocent y/n, sitting in Theodore Nott's lap? The gossip would spread through the castle faster than a Firebolt. But the cold is making me bold, and honestly? I'm tired of playing it safe.

"Promise?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.Something flashes in his eyes – surprise, maybe, that I'm actually taking him up on his offer. But Theo recovers quickly, his smirk widening into something almost predatory.

"Come find out."

I don't need to be told twice. Rising from my chair, I cross the short distance between us. His hands find my waist as I settle into his lap, and even through my sweater, his touch burns.

"Still cold?" he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear.

"Freezing," I whisper back. Then, feeling particularly daring, I slip my ice-cold hands under the hem of his t-shirt. Theo's sharp intake of breath and groan is extremely satisfying.

"Merlin's pants, y/l/n!" he hisses, but he doesn't push me away. Instead, his grip on my waist tightens.

"Your hands are like bloody ice cubes."

I trail my fingers across his stomach, savoring both the warmth of his skin and the way his muscles tense under my touch.

"You did offer to warm me up."

His laugh is low and rough. "I did, didn't I?" One of his hands slides up my back, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. "But you know what they say about playing with fire, love..."

I turn my head to meet his gaze, our faces inches apart. "Maybe I want to get burned." The common room suddenly feels a lot warmer.

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[iputhepinprincess]

*Sticks tongue out*

[mr-dark-1amao]

Merry Christmas!!

Let's build a snowman and avoid to catch a cold. At least it wasn't the real Moxxie, but Millie has to start with the head again.

[soulstormm]

That I was an angel, but they made me leave

[thingsmk1120sayz]

[welldigger62]

A Michigan sunrise-

Yeah, the sun is out there somewhere. 😐

It’s been like this for a few days. The temp now is at 33F degrees (1C) but it’s not snowing. My guess is that there is some fog out there. I was thinking about you @caveundertree when I took this.

Nothing going on here today. I probably will join the crowd at the gym in a while.

Happy Thursday everyone.

[someday-dreamlands]

[thecoffeelorian]

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Winter has arrived…

Its coldness, unsettling stillness, and relentless rains have taken over. Last night was harsh, as the heavy rain flooded our humble tents, leaving behind nothing but cold and suffering.

My children, their small bodies can no longer endure this piercing cold. All I can do is hold them close, but even that is no longer enough to shield them from the cruelty of this weather. Our tiny tent, barely offering us shelter, stands less than 100 meters away from the sea. The crashing waves and roaring winds create a daily battle for us, amplifying the fear in my children during the darkness of the night.

This morning, we woke up to the same exhausting reality. I don’t know if this suffering will ever end or if it will repeat with every new sunrise. Sometimes I wonder: does tomorrow hold any hope for us, or is it just another chapter of pain?

These are not just words, but glinnmpses of the reality of my life and the suffering of my children, for which I can find no solution.

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[the-crow-in-the-blooming-tree]

Ohlsdorf Cemetary ♰ [Hamburg, Germany]

[pellinni-photo]

mountainous countryside landscape in winter. hazy weather with clouds on the sky. leafless trees on the snow covered slopes

[christmasxmas]

[1-rain-1]

"Let me in" whistles the wind, so you never feel alone. You'll know it loves you by your cradle's sway.

Winter's Poem 2

[pangeen]

" Ice & Snow ❄️🌨️" // © Benedikt Hoehny

Music: © Trevor Morris - Reflections on a Hero