#Cosy fluffs

[scealaiscoite]

cosy autumn prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍁 ꒱

⋆ cuddling under a blanket

⋆ baking together

⋆ lazy days in

⋆ carving pumpkins

⋆ movie nights

⋆ flannel shirts

⋆ cold hands

⋆ steaming mugs

⋆ scary movie marathons

⋆ home-cooked meals

⋆ scented candles

⋆ bear hugs

⋆ coffee shop date

⋆ bonfire night

⋆ pillow forts

⋆ thunderstorms

⋆ leaf piles

⋆ sharing blankets

⋆ rain showers

⋆ log cabin

[an-established-butt-dent]

'Dreamers' A quiet evening

Solas x Lavellan, available as print here.

Mixed media on paper

[lulublack90]

Prompt 25 - Cosy

@wolfstarmicrofic December 25, word count 413

The next morning of yesterday's Prompt - Sleigh

He woke up the next morning feeling all cosy and warm. It took him a moment to understand what was going on as the sleepy fog cleared from his mind. He was curled up in bed with someone. It was not his bed. He shuffled his head, craning his neck to get a better view of the face of the person he was tangled with. He drew in a soft gasp when he realised it was Remus. The entire night before, suddenly came rushing back to him. They’d kissed and then Effie had caught them in the sleigh, not that she realised that was what had happened. Then he’d laid awake unable to sleep, so he’d snuck into Remus’s bed. 

Remus stirred, and his eyes slowly blinked open. “Hi,” He smiled sleepily at Sirius as he stretched around him. 

“Hi,” Sirius was suddenly feeling nervous. What if Remus regretted it? What if he got upset that Sirius was in his bed? All of Sirius’s worries were quickly quelled when Remus opened his arms, dragged Sirius on top of him and kissed him. 

They were very late going down for breakfast, but Effie didn’t mind, simply sending plates that had been kept magically warm of scrambled egg and bacon over to them and went back to reading her newspaper after wishing them a Merry Christmas. 

“How much did you have to drink last night, Sirius darling? Because when I went to check on you, you were in Remus’s bed, sprawled over the poor boy. It’s a wonder he could breathe the way you were clinging to him,” She chuckled. “Oh, and Remus, dear, don’t be afraid to kick him out of your room if he ever does it again,” Remus’s cheeks flamed red as he nodded sheepishly to Effie. Sirius beamed, he loved it when Remus’s cheeks did that. 

“You guys ready for presents?” Monty asked, popping his head around the kitchen door. Sirius’s and Remus’s eyes met. 

“Presents!” They exclaimed excitedly in unison and shot up from the table and rushed into the living room where James waited, surrounded by piles of brightly wrapped gifts. 

Remus timidly held out a small, neatly wrapped parcel for Sirius and moved to the pile James pointed out was his. Sirius put Remus’s present in his pocket, deciding to leave it until last. 

They caught each other's eyes again, and the smile Remus gave him made his stomach swoop. He couldn’t wait until they were alone again.  

[gregorovitch-adler]

Carols

Watson was sitting beside the fire on his arm chair in the sitting room after a long, tiring case. He was not sleeping, but his eyes were closed so that he could relax a little.

It had worn out Holmes too, so much so that his companion had decided to retire to his bedroom in the middle of the day. Holmes had been sleeping for half an hour now.

Watson began to tap his left foot, and that was when he new it was time he wrote down the complete account of their last case. It was still fresh in his mind right now.

As soon as he placed his hands on both arms of his chair to get up, though, Holmes came out of his bedroom with his eyes wide open, rubbing his hands together.

"Are you awake already, dear fellow?" Watson asked with a smile.

There was something endearing about Holmes coming up, dabbing at his eyes with his hair tousled.

"Indeed, my boy. I was not going to let an adventurous but absurdly simple case tire me out too much now, was I?" Holmes walked across the room to pick up his violin and bow which were resting on the window sill. He stood beside the window and placed his violin on his neck, contemplating a tune.

Watson's jaw dropped for a second when Holmes called the case "simple", but he knew better than to voice his astonishment by now. He just shook his head at that.

"What are you going to play?" he asked as he got up from his chair to move it a little to face Holmes properly. He sat down and crossed his legs.

"I was thinking about practising some carols. Christmas is in a week now." Holmes closed his eyes again. He looked as though he was going into a trance.

Watson looked around and was getting up from his chair again. "Oh, do you want me to -"

"Stay where you are, Watson."

Watson sat back again and smiled briefly to himself.

Holmes began to play. Watson keenly listened to the beautiful notes coming out of the instrument as they filled the room.

Holmes opened his eyes after a while, looked at Watson in the eye and changed the tune all of a sudden to "Deck the Halls".

The switch from a classic tune to Deck the Halls drew a chuckle out of Watson.

Holmes must have heard him, because he looked up from his violin at Watson and smiled as continued to play.

Watson was all ears to his intimate friend's violin playing. He knew he was going to enjoy the afternoon.

--

Prompt: Carols by @fluff-cember

Tags: @helloliriels @lisbeth-kk @calaisreno @jamielovesjam @gaylilsherlock @peanitbear @totallysilvergirl @keirgreeneyes @topsyturvy-turtely , etc.

[easterbonnet]

Lovers' Tiff

fem!reader x boyfriend!ron weasley

{{ron, hermione and harry are relaxing in the cosy common room after hours, when their friend, y/n, reveals something she overheard...}}

. . .

It was a delightfully ordinary, Wednesday evening at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The typical mist lay heavy on the stone foundations of the castle, seeping through the cracks of doors and rotten window frames, like a chilling, wet breeze. The Gryffindor common room was set south of the grand building, thick but lively layers of dust coating the picture frames, the books and embedded in the regal rugs. Despite the vast number of students that had passed to and from these walls, it, like its location, seemed to stay recognisably untouched. Wine red curtains draped over the clouded, antique windows, like they had always been, the decor-orientated fireplace roared invitingly, as it had always done. It was nearly a guarantee that every child of the lion house would look upon the common room just as every other had done, and would do so forth. So similar in fact that those who occupied the creaky beds in the dorms just a staircase above or below, could enthuse about it's appearance, it's welcome and it's sense of home, to any other Gryffindor, whether them be from two, or ten years ago.

It was this familiarity, and this warmth, that created the brave camaraderie of the Gryffindors.

Currently inhabiting this exact setting, there resided a certain batch of fascinating students, one draped across the velvet settee, one fidgeting, bouncing his leg, staring into the fireplace, one lay covering the musty, worn floorboards, and lastly, one rushing down the echoing staircase with a pitter patter.

"Guys, guys!", she bellowed into the homely room, scurrying as she descended, until finally reaching the middle of the gathered group.

The boy lounging on the soft furnishings reluctantly sat up with a groan, his hands propping himself up behind him, one leg stretched out, the other bent over the armrest. His dark blue eyes now on the girl, his face as beautifully pale and freckly as ever. This was Ron, commonly recognised due to his outstandingly red hair, his Weasley last name, and of course his vintage-looking robes.

"Hff, what you shouting for?", Ron retorted at the dramatic entrance.

The girl, y/n, ignored him, stretching her sight over to the others, whom one of which had only just broken his gaze from the dancing flames.

"Hmm?", the other boy questioned, only acknowledging her arrival thanks to Ron's lazy words. This was Harry, though who didn't know that? The one thing Harry Potter was not, was unestablished, everyone and anyone knew him. His leg had ceased to bounce now, sat civily next to the red head, hands clasped in his lap, not before chewing his nails in thought. A somewhat handsome boy he was, piercing, green eyes, thick, dark eyebrows outlining them, and most definitely his circular glasses that framed them both.

"Hermione!", y/n urged hurriedly to the girl still lay across the floor, scattered in leather-bound books, the last of the group to give her their attention. Her full, wavy hair flowing down her back characteristically, it's caramel colour melting into the rouge rug harmoniously. Casting her natural beauty over her shoulder, she begrudgingly removed her eyes from the tea stained pages and landed them on y/n, brows furrowed.

"Yes?", Hermione answered proceeding an irritated sigh.

Now that she'd successfully gained their observation, she continued, "You'll never guess what I just heard", elongating the latter in a bothersome, high pitched song.

"What is it now? More gossip I suppose", noted Harry, looking as uninterested as the other two. It wasn't typical that her friends were this well, unfriendly, but having been a long day, they were pleased to let it come to an end, gasping for sleep. Y/n however felt differently,

"Look, it's not my fault if I happen to... overhear a few things, is it!?", she asserted, rolling her eyes.

"It is highly inappropriate to be listening in on a private conversation, and especially so, if you're then going to go telling everyo-", Hermione's lecture was cut off.

"Ugh, it's not even a big deal, I just heard Lavender chatting to Romilda, about... you", she spun round and pointed straight at Ron, trying to conceal a grin. Failing this, she burst out laughing, much to Ron's panic, Harry's interest, and Hermione's displeasure.

"W-what? What was she saying...", he trailed off, his voice shaking with concern and a hint of annoyance.

"Oh what does it matter anyway? You broke up months ago!", Hermione announced, still sat on the floor, but now crosslegged facing the messenger.

Harry just watched, mildly entertained and somewhat distracted, turning his head left to right, to left again, like watching a game of tennis, but with words.

"Well... let's just say don't go accepting a box of chocolates off Lavender-"

There was a collective gasp, Ron looked done in and Hermione was struggling to camouflage her indignation.

"What the bloody hell is she doing that for?"

"She simply cannot!"

Ron and Hermione both stated.

"Yep... the old love potion, seems like she's still not over you.", affirmed Y/n, not fretting about this information in the slightest.

"Yeah... yeah I guess, I mean it's understandable though isn't it? No one else likes her do they", Ron sympathetically shrugged.

"What do you mean, 'No one else likes her'?", Y/n questioned, her carefree facade transforming into something more hostile.

"Oh come off it, you know what I meant, the girl's barmy!", he exclaimed.

"Didn't stop you from dating her though, did it", she scoffed.

"Will you two shut up! You've only been dating a month or two yourselves and you're already arguing like an old married couple!", Hermione argued, gathering her books and heading to her dorm with rapid speed.

There was a split second silence as they all watched her leave.

"I uh- ...Ron? You coming?", Harry whispered, following Hermione's lead.

"Er yeah, I'll be up in a minute, mate", he replied softly.

Harry tip toed up the stone staircase, to his dorm, leaving the couple to it.

The common room was empty besides them, everyone else in their dorms chatting quietly if not already asleep. Y/n and Ron sat together on the vermilion sofa, both staring at the floor, neither speaking.

"I'm sorry", she began, "I know you're not interested in her anymore"

"It's fine, I know how you feel, her not being able to leave us alone. But you know that I only want you", he uttered gently, now facing her, his big eyes on hers. He lifted his hand from the worn fabric of the seat, bringing it up to her face, swiping his thumb across her cheek dearly. She smiled warmly, as he leaned down to plant a loving kiss on the top of her head before he clambered up to his dorm.

"Goodnight love", he managed to say before leaving.

"Goodnight", she replied, now staring into the burning but dying flames.

[somegrumpynerd]

Angstify cross

Bro this guy comes with angst pre-installed what do you mean?? Comfort for my little guy he's suffered enough

[rachymarie]

welcome to the Pussy Posi™

[bandicoot88]

Seeing as it's December, I'll repost this Christmas fic I wrote last year inspired by one of CamilleCailloux's/FlyingRotten's arts.

I also started a sequel but never continued with it...

[mrsackermannx]

the way satoru shows affection would make you melt so easily…because it’s always kind of wordless, and unexpected?

when you’re sat at the table as he cooks breakfast, and he shifts past you to grab something—but he suddenly pauses like he’s trying to recall something. he leans down, grabs your face and plants a kiss to your cheek. like he couldn’t have held back, and his intrusive thoughts took over.

when he gets home and wraps his arms around you from behind, breathing softly into your hair, no words needed as he squeezes you so so tight.

when he randomly yanks you halfway across the couch to pull you into his chest. so he can procede to dance his fingertips up and down your side and stroke through your hair, with his heartbeat calm and even against your ear…and if he feels goosebumps he leans over for the throw blanket and wraps you up all proper.

he giggles to himself at how sweet you look, wrapped up like a burrito and lazing on him. he lifts your chin with one finger and then leans in for a kiss, but before he does he sings. “i love youu.” - all smug, all smiling, all satoru.

[ravenuex]

Warm my Heart with Soft Kisses, My Love

For @hopesilverheart

I hope you like this, and I wish you a very happy and restful festive season/Christmas:)) <3

Please do take the time to enjoy the small references I've put in the miniature art details, which are as follows (from left to right):

Clary's art as seen in the final episode of the Netflix adaptation, a reference to Magnus' nickname for Clary ("biscuit"), a drawing Clary makes (please correct me on this if this is wrong/you know the exact episode it appears in!),

the rose window of the Institute (as seen in the Netflix adaptation), a drawing Clary has made for Izzy in my headcannon (which has the note "From, Clary x" and a lipstick mark), and then (finally!) one of the art pieces that Clary presents as part of her art uni interview.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this, and I will try to upload a coloured version in the near future, so please do look out for that:))

[husbandograveyard]

This is my contribution to a secret santa discord server event. This fic is warm and fluffy and I LOVED writing it, I love these characters SO much. I hope you like it too!

Warnings/notes/tags are: polyamory, unspecified AU where Geto is not evil, unspecified whether this is a non-cursed world or a jujutsu AU where we just ignore the presence of curses. Loads and loads and loads of fluff.

2nd person. Reader is genderneutral, no pronouns are used.

Spending the winter holidays with Geto and Gojo is… 

…finding time in your busy schedules so the three of you can enjoy a winter market.

Strolling along the little stalls, taking in the views and the smells. It’s winter, and it has been dark for a while, but all the twinkling lights decorating the stalls reflecting into the white snow -both real and fake- make up for all that darkness. The smells are a little overwhelming at first, all kinds of stalls lined up flooding your senses with strong, sweet odors, heavy spices and the warmth of grilled meats… it’s a lot, combined with the sights and the jolly music playing from the speakers spread around the market, you can’t help but feel a little overwhelmed. 

It doesn’t help that Satoru is immediately overly enthusiastic, ready to spend money on souvenirs and gifts for all the students and everyone else he knows, and pointing out all the stalls he’d like to try the food at. He’d run off without you two if it weren’t for Suguru’s quick reflexes, grabbing onto the hood of his jacket and janking him back. Suguru’s holding your hand firmly in his, grounding you from all the things overwhelming your senses. 

You stroll past the stalls, for some reason holding a whole bunch of bags from Satoru, who just can’t seem to stop getting stuff. At every stall there is something that reminds him of one of his studens, his friends or either of you, and he just has to get it. 

You leave the market filled with all kinds of foods and drinks, Suguru suggesting a little break amongst the food stalls, and Gojo getting a little bit of everything to sample, completely filling the little table you are standing at with various containers and plates, one smelling and looking more delicious than the other. You have to fight a little to ensure you get to sample some of the sweet desserts, and all three of you end up with smears on your faces from various sauces- feeding each other is romantic only when you don’t joke around and miss mouths on purpose (and of course you had to have revenge). 

… snuggling up on the couch, shivering and sniffling, full of regret but still shaking from laughter, after Suguru sneakily started a snowball fight on your way home. 

You had felt the cold snow collide with the back of your head and turned around immediately, throwing an accusatory glare at Satoru, who immediately put his hands up in defense. 

“I swear y/n- It wasn’t me I-…” 

His pleas immediately interrupted by yet another snowball, this one narrowly missing the tip of his nose, the both of you whipping your heads around to see Suguru standing with his hands hidden behind his back, giving you both his most innocent smile before grinning and throwing two more snowballs at the both of you simultaneously, a remarkable display of his aim and strength. Though this time you saw them coming and both you and Satoru managed to duck away in time, already grabbing handfuls of snow for your counter-offense. 

The two-against-one-match quickly turned into an all-out battle where each of you had to fend for themselves, because you slipped and nearly fell, throwing one of your snowballs to Satoru, who had promptly declared you his enemy as well. 

You spent almost two hours laughing, running around, hiding from snowballs and each other, you felt like kids again. As if there was not a single care in the world. You continued until your stomach hurt from laughing, your fingers ached from the cold, and you could barely feel your face anymore. 

The minute your little snowball fight was over, you realized just how much snow had melted and had managed to get through to your clothes, despite your gloves, scarf and jacket protecting you from most of the cold. 

You went back inside, changing into warm clothes, fluffy socks and cuddling up on the couch. You put on a silly movie for some background noise and entertainment, Suguru retrieved the blankets and Satoru prepped hot cocoa, overflowing your mugs with way too many mini marshmallows, offering to ‘help’ either one of you if you thought there were too many for you to eat- how kind of him. 

You sat in between the two men, knees pulled up and neatly tucked under the blanket. You barely registered the movie you put on, too busy getting warmed up and enjoying the serenity and pure happiness you felt in that moment. 

…making all kinds of plans, only to spend most of the holiday resting and chilling. 

There were things that had to be done: some household chores as well as work, and there were some things that you wanted to do for fun. Going to visit a new shopping center nearby, explore some city sights you hadn’t had the chance to. You wanted to go out on some dates, go for long walks enjoying the winter landscapes, relax, not worry and stress too much. There was work to be done, but work would always be there, and opportunities to relax and do fun things were scarce, especially in periods where the three of you were available. 

Suguru is a go with the flow kind of person, so he’s happy to tag along to whatever plans you make. Satoru however, is like a kid in a candy store when there is suddenly a lot of free time on your hands, and he is on the couch with his laptop in no time, ready to order tickets to anything you wanna visit, booking trips, and talking about so many plans you wonder out loud where he thinks he’s going to find the time to do all that. 

The fact that you finally can relax makes all the plans seem exciting though, and initially you are 100% behind Satoru, adding on suggestions, sending him links and scrolling on your phone, doing additional research for a lot of the places and activities he suggests. You do listen to Suguru who suggests only really booking things when you’re sure you can go do it, when timing, planning, transport, other plans and your energy levels are all aligned and allow you to do the activity.

He turns out to be the voice of reason, cause all three of you have such a hard time getting up in the morning, finally getting to sleep in (and it’s quite hard getting up when you’re in someone else's arms, comfortable and warm). 

Chores -unless really necessary- get postponed, plans get cancelled. Instead you stay in, watching silly movies, and finally catching up on the latest series you really wanted to watch. You go on walks together, exploring your own neighborhood and stopping at restaurants you haven’t had the chance to try out yet. You focus all your time and effort on quality time and enjoying the time all three of you have together. And you very quickly realize that truly, you do not need to have big and exciting plans to make the most of your winter break. 

… sharing a bed, because it is ‘cold’ outside. 

You leave your windows open at night, because it’s healthier, and you don’t like feeling all stuffy in the morning. There is a certain charm about entering a cold room and snuggling underneath the warm blankets, warming up as you fall asleep, and waking up in your own little warm cocoon. Especially if you have no further responsibilities that day, your blankets keeping you trapped in bed on a cold winter day, sleeping in. 

It is a little less exciting though when the temperatures drop abruptly, and the room is not nice and chilly, but actually is freezing when you go in. You are shivering when you get changed, and your blankets just don’t feel right. Your feet might as well be blocks of ice in your warm, fuzzy, socks. 

It only takes a few minutes of tossing and turning before you decide you need to get a better source of heat in your bed. Or a bed, doesn’t necessarily matter which one. 

So you wrap yourself in a blanket, carefully closing the door behind you, and shuffle your way through the dark hallway, only to find Satoru -your current target- standing in the hallway, mirroring yourself with his blanket wrapped around you as well. 

“It’s too cold in my room”, is the only thing you can blurt out as an explanation, feeling the overwhelming need to explain, even though that’s not necessary. He just nods in acknowledgement, and you need no further words between the two of you to know what the next step is. 

Suguru is already peacefully asleep in a room that’s colder than the rest of the house, but not freezing temperature. Leave it to him to actually properly figure out when to open and close the windows in his room to reach maximum oxygen and the best possible temperature to still be able to snuggle underneath the blankets without risking to freeze overnight. 

Suguru is a quiet sleeper, almost too silent, and you worry you might have woken him up by opening his door. But you didn’t; he merely stirs in his sleep, lips parting in a quiet sigh, hand moving up a little to lay on top of the raven hair that’s splayed upon his pillow. 

You are both as quiet as possible when you enter, Suguru only waking up when you both slip into the bed to either side of him, piling your blankets on top of him and snuggling close. There is a brief moment of surprise, followed by a very sleepy nod of acknowledgement. All three of you take a little time to adjust to three people in the bed, and it’s not entirely sure whose limbs are entangling with who, but it doesn’t matter as you can already feel your body relaxing the second you find a comfortable position. 

Your eyelids grow heavy while you hear Suguru and Satoru quietly converse in the background. You squeeze an arm that is around you, a quiet way of saying goodnight. 

…feeling warm, no matter the temperature. Because you are safe. You are loved. 

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[averlym]

,,, sun-dappled sheets...

[last-herondale]

Loki: Are you okay? You’ve been quieter than usual today.

Y/N: I’m sorry.

Loki: Don’t apologize love, I just want to make sure you’re okay.

Y/N: I just feel very overwhelmed. I can’t really explain why, but it’s just hard to be happy right now.

Loki: Anything I can do?

Y/N: *gives a faint smile* Hold me?

Loki: *Happily wraps his arm around you*

[gregorovitch-adler]

Winter Storm

I made an observation about my Watson during this winter. He was writing a lot this time, even though we had not received any remarkable cases this month.

Moreover, he had not been writing in his usual notebook. He had only been writing in some pieces of paper here and there. Heavens knew where he had left those loose pages, but I had finally deduced what Watson had been writing about all this time.

He was writing about me. Well, mostly me.

It was the way he would glance at me sometimes—looking up from his piece of paper—and smile. He hardly did that when documenting an adventure.

Sitting beside the fireplace on my armchair with my hands steepled beneath my chin, I smiled at my little finding. Watson's presence had always been like a raft in the ocean my life. Like a warm blanket during a cruel winter storm.

I may like to criticise the way he would write and publish our adventures in The Strand magazine, but I would be lying to myself if I said I did not smile when reading the said adventures at least once.

In fact, I would love to document my ongoing thought process about Watson right now, but I chose not to—after all, I am no writer.

I had to simply wait for Watson to come back from his morning stroll so we could have breakfast together in some time.

**

Prompt: Winter Storm by @fluff-cember

Tags: @lisbeth-kk @helloliriels @gaylilsherlock @jamielovesjam @keirgreeneyes @topsyturvy-turtely @peanitbear @totallysilvergirl @nowiamcoveredinyou , etc.

[easterbonnet]

The Great Hogwarts Storm

fem!reader x boyfriend!neville longbottom

{{a storm hits hogwarts and neville makes it his job to protect you...}}

. . .

A grueling Thursday night fell upon the inhabitants of the old school: strings of charcoal clouds smothered the castle's turrets, shattering pangs of rain hammered the weathered tiles, sending a few slates down onto the courtyard with a crack, whips of blinding light drew across the angry skies aiding the few flames that flickered in it's windows, thunderous echoes being the only thing to muffle the wet droplets bouncing off the pooling puddles.

'One of the heaviest storms Hogwarts has seen'. A sentence reiterated along the halls - every professor warning batches of students to stay in their dorms, close all windows and have their wand on them at all times. Uncertainty, fear and the odd pang of excitement washed upon the witches and wizards as they scurried away to the safety of their dorms, ordered and guided by prefects.

"Gryffindors this way please!", a tall, auburn haired boy yelled, dressed in his red robes. A gaggle of tiny students wearing the same robes chased after him eagerly, shuffling their feet and bumping into one another as they went. Another group, slightly taller, wondered the same path, yet ten steps behind, traipsing rather casually and sparsely in comparison.

The chilling hallways were swarmed with robes of red, green, blue and yellow, darting every which way, squeezing narrowly through the doorways, as the lighting illuminated the large windows, exposing spooked expressions.

"Come on Ravenclaws! Follow me, follow me!", bellowed a tall, dark haired girl with a stern look about her.

"Quickly! QUICKLY!", spoke a honey haired slytherin with an annoyed huff, just after a rosy-looking girl beckoned the hufflepuffs down the stairs.

"N-neville", y/n trembled, her voice a whisper in the chaos. Her head twirled in a fashion not dissimilar to an owl, as she desperately searched for reassurance. Her fingertips drifted to her parted lips, her eyes doelike in worry, only enhancing when other students swayed her from side to side as they passed.

Her skin prickled in shock, an icy hand grasped her delicate wrist with a tickle of rough fabric, at the same time a familiar voice called, "Y/n, gah there you are". She swivelled around, her body physically responding to his presence, softening and relaxing. His gentle voice like a blanket of honey.

"Ah Neville!", she planted her arms around his body, letting his, drape around her frame. Whilst her face snuggled into his chest, she felt a feathery kiss drop onto the top of her head.

With a beckoning, Neville tenderly laced his fingers into hers and edged her away from the crowds until they reached the gryffindor portrait, widely open as the fat lady sat sleeping in her frame while students poured in.

Neville tightened his grip on her, yet still loving, as he pulled her to follow behind him as he weaved between gryffindors.

"Oi Neville, that you?", Dean questioned over the heads of the crowd in the common room.

Before she had time to realise, he hid her and her differently coloured robes behind his stature as he replied to his friend. Over the calls and chatter inside, and the stomping thunder and rain outside, she could only make out snippets of their conversation, but she gathered that the boys in Neville's dorm were going to camp out with some others in their dorm, a sleepover of sorts, since lessons were cancelled tomorrow and students advised to stick together.

"I- I've got... plans... tonight, sorry", Neville explained quickly before wrapping his robes around her, covering hers so people wouldn't see or question her presence in the wrong common room.

He guided her up the stairs quickly until the two of them were left alone in his dorm, the majority of beds stripped of their blankets and pillows, and only one flickering candle perched next to Neville's bed.

He turned to her, sighing, with a big grin and led her to his bed.

"No one should come in, they're all in the other dorm, just us", he admitted.

She nodded in response, jumping out of her skin whenever the thunder struck, silently wishing she was back in the populated common room, at least then the raging weather was dulled by overexcited students.

He came up beside her, placing an arm around her shoulder, as they sat next to each other in the candle light. She could tell Neville was hiding his own worries behind the adrenaline of keeping her safe and cosy, he wanted to put up a brave facade for her sake.

"Can't believe it, was only sunny the other day", he remarked, aiming to diffuse the tension.

"Hey, it'll be alright, we'll be fine here, no safer place than Hogwarts", he continued, seeing his small talk made no difference in the grip the harshness of the weather seemed to have on y/n.

She sat subtly shaking, "Y-you don't have to wait with me, really, you can go to the other dorm with your friends...", her voice trailled off.

He was quick to reply, "They're big boys they'll be alright, plus I'll be glad to get a night away from Ron's snoring, and Seamus mumbles in his sleep did you know?".

The pair smiled at eachother.

The truth was that Y/n was never fond of bad weather, the loud thunder startled her, and the lighting was unsettling. Neville knew this, so when he heard the news of the storm his first thought was y/n. He ran through the halls, the opposite of the crowd, searching for her. It wasn't that she didn't get along with the others in her house, she did, for the most part, but no one seemed to make her feel as Neville did.

After a few moments of couting the time between thunder calls, and deciding that the storm wasn't getting any further away, Neville got up from the bed and kneeled down by his shabby trunk.

"I think I've got some warm clothes in here", he dug around for a moment before pulling out a pair of pale blue and white linen pyjamas, two pairs of wool socks, two knitted jumpers, and finally, another pair of red pyjamas with small green leaves embroidered on them. "Mm 'ere", he threw the red pyjamas, a pair of socks, and a jumper over to y/n perched on the bed, "try this on".

He sat there busying himself with closing his trunk and standing back up before his gaze met hers. His face instantly reddened. "Oh, yeah, um, I- uh I'll turn around, yeah". Neville turned his back on y/n, allowing her to get changed out of her black robes into something cosier.

"Okay, ready", she whispered meekly, watching his expression as he turned back around to face her, regarding her cosy feet, baggy jumper and cheerful trousers. She smiled. "How do I look?"

"Brilliant, you should wear my clothes more often", he mumbled, before changing his own clothes and calling her back over to his bed where he pulled the duvet back and wrapped her in a blanket. Neville drew the rich red curtains closed that bordered his bed, pulling the blanket up over her ears to mute the noise of the storm, as she cuddled against his warm chest, her face in his jumper.

"My gran always says rain before seven will clear by eleven... It will pass, muffin, and I'll be right here next to you until it does", he gave a dopey, boyish smile, as her eyes fluttered shut, her eyelashes tickling his neck gently.