#Warmest Wishes Winter Kisses

[incorrectmidc]

I actually whimpered when I saw this. 🥵

[soul-of-the-sanada]

I AM SCREAMING INTO A PILLOW RIGHT NOW

[vagabond-umlaut]

ruby, one baker's dozen

Winter mornings are meant to be whiled away in the silent comfort of one's blankets— a rule the feared King of Curses knows and follows— or must one say, he knows and desperately wishes to follow, but alas!

▸ trueform!sukuna x wife!reader; tons & gallons of tooth-rotting domestic fluff; v light suggestiveness in the beginning; before everything transforms into silliness; SLEEPY LOVING & CUDDLING; you & 'kuna have two adorable menaces as your twin babies— life is definitely fun for you, handling three ryomen's on a daily basis! xD [ryomen isn't rly sukuna's surname, is it? well, here in these tags, it is :)]

▸ belongs to the series 'mine? yes, mine.' but you can treat this as a stand-alone fic if you wanna!

▸ i don't own the characters, the image or the divider used. please don't plagiarize or translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

One thing which Sukuna cherishes more than most is his sleep.

And one thing which Sukuna cherishes more than sleep is when you're the one waking him.

Feathery kisses pressing themselves into the column of his neck. Sharp nails slowly dragging down the length of his arm. Your tiny figure moving to lie atop of him, freezing yet more comforting than the warmest fires this wintry dawn—

A rumble of a chuckle leaving, he opens an eye to find you staring. Your enchanting eyes heavy with sleep, and those twinkles never not there when he catches you gazing upon him. A languid smile adorns his face.

"Isn't it too early for you to be awake, wife?"

"Perhaps," you hum, lifting your lips into a drowsy tilt, "But it is never early for me to admire my husband," your hand moves from travelling down his arm to card through his hair, "At times, I cannot believe you're married to me. You're far too ethereal for anything– for anyone from this world."

You're jesting, is the first thought which crosses Sukuna's mind. But it is banished the very next instant— when he notices the sincerity engraved into your features and words, clear as day for all to see.

Ignoring the erratic rhythm thundering within his chest, your lover wraps an arm round your waist and pulls you flush to himself. Another hand moves to run through your messy hair gently. Basking in the content sigh you offer as a response, he grumbles, "Flattery never works on me, woman. Speak your mind freely, without resorting to such trifling words."

"Ah, but what if I was speaking my mind, my king?" you breathe out, giggling lightly, "I do see you as someone otherworldly, someone who is— mmph!"

Unusual yet far-from-unknown feelings clouding his vision, Sukuna captures your lips into a fiery motion with his own. Two hands alternating between caressing you through your nightgown and squeezing the supple flesh lying beneath it. A third hand slipping the thin strap of the gown past your shoulder. While the fourth one reaches towards the nightstand, for the–

"The necklace!"

Sukuna draws in a sharp breath, breaking the kiss. You make a noise, somewhere between puzzled and disgruntled— yet your husband finds himself unable to focus on it as he moves you to shift into a sitting posture— not when he cannot find the necklace he gifted you the night prior, the very one he unclasped from round your neck and kept on the table before going to bed—

A soft gasp drags his attention back to you. To your wide, terrified eyes.

"Don't tell me you cannot find the necklace, Sukuna!!" The warning in your tone is unmistakeable as you lean over him to look at the stand. "It must have been worth more than a fortune— I always ask you to mind your expenses yet you never—"

"The money isn't the problem, wife," Sukuna doesn't wait for you before snapping, "The problem's in the security— though for an intruder to escape my eye, it is nigh impossi—"

Your lover stills.

The very moment two tiny yet blinding Cursed Energy signatures make themselves known. Chortling. Toddling from the nursery adjacent into the bedroom. Of course, with your necklace of rubies being held by one of them.

A joyous shriek leaves them when they see you awake, tiny legs waddling even faster to help them reach you sooner— yet much too slow for the likes of the feared King of Curses.

In a fraction of a second, he wrenches the blankets off to place his feet on the ground. And stomping over to the two– now rooted to their spot, crimson eyes narrowed into slits at their father– he scoops each up into one arm. And glowers.

"Why did you steal this, you brats?"

The twins share an oddly telepathic-seeming look with each other— before the younger, Mizuki, answers, chubby face set in a deep scowl, "Gift, pwetty. Mama, pwetty."

"Yes, I agree," Sukuna seethes, barely restraining his temper, "But that gift was for me to give your mother. Not for you to give her. How dare you-"

"No!!" A hand smacks him, one he realises is covered in drool. If looks could kill, your husband reckons your elder twin Amaya would've long since shoved him into the realm of death by now. She hits him again. "Mizu–Aya gift Mama. Papa no gift Mama."

A scathing retort sits at the tip of his tongue, but he swallows it back when he hears your giggles. Your feet land on the floor with a soft tap! before ambling over. You press a sweet kiss to each of your daughters' foreheads, eliciting two sets of identical laughs in reply.

You coo, "Did my two darlings get me a beautiful gift, hm?"

The twins nod vigorously, Mizuki nearly shoving the ornament into your face. Annoyance ticks in Sukuna's jaw, but he stops himself from chastising them— you'll chew his ears off if he interrupts your 'mama-babies bonding moment' or whatever.

Shooting him an awfully delighted glance, you take the necklace and wearing it, grin with a brow raised. "So... how do I look, babies?"

"Pwetty!!!"

The twins waste not even an instant before screeching their opinion, right into their father's ears— yet, somehow, the latter cannot find it within himself to be mad for that. Not when they have only spoken the truth, for you indeed do look very pretty.

Absolutely nothing less than a vision.

A vision your husband has to take a deep breath to restrain from ravishing this very moment— lest it scars the children and you snap his neck in return— he clears his throat noisily to regain your attention. Subtly nodding your head at him, he watches you redirect your gaze to the toddlers— that sweet smile still lighting your face, yet a tad serious.

A change, he gathers, Amaya and Mizuki too realise, given the way they sneak a glance of each other before returning their eyes to you. Smoothing the hair on top of Amaya's head, you hum, "The gift was pretty too, my darlings— but I wonder when the two of you went to the market to buy it, y'know?"

A tense moment passes with yet another telepathic look between the twins. Voice still soft, you inquire, "Were you the ones who bought me this, babies?"

"No..." Amaya shakes her head after a second's hesitation. Mizuki adds, features crestfallen, "Papa buy gift. We no buy gift."

"Ah... I see..." Sukuna watches you say, catching the meaningful smile you direct his way. "So, Papa was the one who bought this for Mama. But Aya and Mizu didn't want her to receive the gift from him, so they decided to sneak into the room when they were sleeping, steal the gift, then give it to Mama next morning, making her think it is from them— am I right or am I wrong, babies?"

"Of course, you're right, my Queen," your lover scoffs, ready to pour more fuel into the fire— but falls silent on receiving your glare— which considerably softens when you look at the toddlers in his arms. But not by too much.

His Queen is kind yet never the kindest— one of the many things he admires about you.

"Amaya? Mizuki?" you press them one more time, only to earn few quiet sniffles in response. Soon followed by two teary voices, sing-song in a chorus, "Sowwy, Mama. Sooo sowwy."

"Nuh-nuh," you tut, folding your arms across your chest and shaking your head, "I'm not the one you wronged. You wronged your father. Say sorry to him."

Hostility— the one of the bitterest kind— flashes in the eight crimson eyes scowling at him. Tears now nothing save mere vapour, thanks to the fury at their father. Sukuna smirks, seeing Amaya give him a resentful look while her sister pouts at you pleadingly.

You beam back, as sweet as ever. "Say sorry to your Papa, sweeties. Or I'll take your toys away for a week."

"Mama!?" The older of the two shrieks, indignation and betrayal written all over her face— Mizuki, ever the more even-tempered and pragmatic of the duo, wastes no time in complying to your command. "Sowwy Papa," she says, tears refilling her eyes, "So sowwy. Mizuki not wrong Papa again," then turns to her twin, tone brooking no room for disagreement, "Aya, say sowwy Papa."

Quite a few beats pass before Amaya eventually concedes defeat and grits out a barely-heard apology— your husband's smirk growing more taunting, he pulls you closer to tuck you into his side and presses a kiss to the top of your head. All the while two of his eyes remain focused on those two bite-sized fuming competitors for his wife's love.

You peer up at him, those twinkles making a comeback in your mesmerising eyes.

"The princesses are more your children than mine, my king," you tease, "A month away from their second birthday and they've already started to resort to such devious methods for my affection! How shall I ever keep them in check, I wonder..."

The same way you reprimanded them right now, the thought crosses his mind. But he decides not to express it so. Not when he still has a revenge to exact for having his time with you interrupted in such a rude fashion.

"Fret not, my Queen," he murmurs, "We can always let the princesses stay at home when the next fair comes to the nearby villages, whilst we both visit it— I'm certain that will be a lesson good enough for— Ow, you fuckers!!!!"

Two war cries erupt in the room in response, soon followed by two flurries of attacks from his two greatest adversaries— a development, he knows, will never not lead to you yelling, the twins wailing, and him being deprived of you for who-knows-how-long— given how clingy those two gremlins grow after making you mad–

And yet. And yet.

The King of Curses finds himself not too irked with the way things have turned out to be.

Not when the three lights of his world are all in his arms, making this dark wintry dawn brighter and warmer than the midday sun— never mind the stinging scratches on his left cheek, the repeated smacks on his right cheek and the extremely exasperated groan from right beside him.

Sukuna reckons— nay, he knows— he cherishes you and your two imps the most out of everything.

▸ honourable mentions: @poe-daydreams for giving me the DILF!SUKUNA brainrot, @avatarofstars for constantly supporting and motivating me out of one of my worst writer's blocks, @thefallofruins for being the sweet & kind owner of the other half of my braincells, @javarium for hyping me up so-freaking-much all-the-freaking-time!! TYYYY & I LOVE U ALL SOOO MUCHHH 🥰🥰🥰

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[vandal-flower]

The Type of Boyfriend that Will...

Blue Lock boys that will...

Characters: Various.

Notes: Go ahead, interrogate me in my inbox.

Go to war for you

Had it not been for his soccer career, he'll enlist himself in the army just so he can go to war for you.

Other moments are where there is a cockroach in the room and decides to kill it for you. He might be the type to complain about it, but that doesn't stop him from getting the job done.

If you ever have an argument with a girl that might get physical, be prepared to see him put on a cheap wig just to brawl her for you. Or in some cases, there is no wig.

Annoying neighbours next door that won't shut up when you want to go to sleep. Don't worry, he's got you.

He kisses you goodbye as his battle on the pitch is soon to set, and reminds you to take care of the kids while he's gone. Said kids are the house plants and/or pets.

So, yes. He'll go to war for you.

Seishiro Nagi, Shouei Barou, Rensuke Kunigami, Itoshi Bros, Ryusei Shidou, Oliver Aiku... + your favourites.

Sacrifice himself for you

When I mean sacrifice, I mean sacrifice.

When mosquito season rolls in, he'll stay up all night just to prevent them from stinging you. You have to remind him that you bought the latest mosquito repellent, but that won't stop him.

He'll give you his charger, even if his phone is on the verge of dying. He'll give you the warmest blanket, even if he's freezing cold. He's willing to watch the scary scenes, so you don't have to.

You remind him that he does not have to do all these things for you, but he's too stubborn to even listen to you.

His teammates often tease him for his behaviour, but he takes it with the widest smile known to man.

If it means he has to jump in the pool, in winter, fully clothed, just to get your hair tie, he'll do it in a heart beat.

Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Rensuke Kunigami, Reo Mikage, Alexis Ness, Oliver Aiku... + your favourites.

Put his all for you

This man, could be the tiredest man on Earth, but he'll give his all to you.

He's too tired to cook, but you're hungry. Expect dinner in a few minutes. The store is closing in 3 minutes, give him 1 minute minimum. Nothing is stopping him.

You wonder how far he'll go to such lengths in order to satisfy your needs. Do remind him that he too should take a break. But do remember, there is a 50% he'll listen.

If you have not noticed, his love language is acts of service. He is your royal knight, your right hand man, the fanfic secretary you'll definitely get with. You know the drill.

He dedicates his goals to you as a way to say "I love you" on the pitch. And also as a way to say he's better than anyone else.

Yoichi Isagi, Hyoma Chigiri, Reo Mikage, Shouei Barou, Rensuke Kunigami, Itoshi Bros, Michael Kaiser... + your favourites.

Stay with you

When times are tough, he's here with you.

If you wish to be held, he'll hold you. If you wish to have space, he'll give you space. If you want someone to rant to, his ears are wide open. You want a shoulder to cry on, have his it's dry.

He may or may not understand what you are going through, but the fact that he stays with you, shows that he cares.

There were times in his life where there was no one for him to run to. An experience he does not wish upon you, his lover.

If it means just gently rubbing your back, giving you something to eat, listening to your soft or loud cries. He'll do it.

As long as it means he's staying with you, so don't have to be alone like he was.

All of them. (For our peace of mind)

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[caelanglang]

Snow Globe Love

Your life was a ball of snow

cold with frosting bites.

When you play and throw bullets

of laughter and ice,

somewhere your inner child smiles.

But then the world shook

so violently asking,

Who’s crying when the skies shed

shards of tears, lonely

breeze carried silent mourning.

You let the heavy ice pile

up on your shoulders.

Walls of glass rose to embrace

an untouchable you who

dreamt for an ending,

sold your soul to the future,

trusted winter’s unkindness;

Letting your regret

give birth to goodness.

You are the warmest

of falling snowflakes

Who left lingering

kisses over me,

But what we had was never

Summer’s love nor Spring’s fever.

What we had was a snow globe.

Dancing amongst the white storm

was your dark coat and bright soul.

From afar I watched,

I envied, I wished, I loved.

Before she shattered glass;

Until we fell apart.

[https-furina]

✎ baubles & gratitude wishes. ft. diluc x gn!reader content. festive fluff! labelled gn!reader but if you find otherwise please let me know so i can adjust! tw for kisses, sickening sweet stuff with diluc (hehe) assuming that christmas lights exist in canon au... w.c. 1.2k words

notes. this man will not leave me alone ! so when i spun n got him i was like damn, he rlly isn't letting me drop him.. maybe 'm still a diluc girlie at heart <33 this is my first entry for ecrin’s christmas event! taglist - always open, send an ask! @ryuryuryuyurboat @soleillunne @rainswept

at the heart of the winery stands a manor, decorated with dark wood beams and emitting the warmest orange glow into the chill of the night through its many glass windows. it is the peak of winter in teyvat and whilst every nation has a different winter, mondstadt in particular suffers from the dropping cold temperatures and lingering frost that kisses every surface it touches. after years of living in mondstadt with your beloved husband at his late father's winery, you'd grown accustomed to the weather in mondstadt - and most especially how it changes in the blink of an eye.

you sit on one of the plush velvet couches that litter the winery's manor, all deep red in colour to match the ragnvindr family's oddly specific red theme - not that you minded it. it was one of the many things alongside the weather that you had grown accustomed to. another one of those things was your husband's quiet, stoic attitude.

"if you keep staring at the fire like that, you'll hurt your eyes, love," his deep voice resonates from behind the couch, calloused hands placing themselves upon your shoulders, "what's on your mind?"

the sentiment of his question draws a small smile to your face, shaking your head in reassurance as you look up at the redhead, his hair tied neatly back in a ponytail. he quirks a brow, not buying it but he accepts it anyway, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

“have you ever decorated the manor?” you ask with a hum, watching his brows furrow in confusion - of course he has, he thinks as he take a moment to glance around the living area he’s grown so used to, “for christmas, luc.”

ah. that changes his response quite quickly. diluc scowls for a moment before shaking his head, turning his ruby gaze back to you, the one he treasures so much. diluc isn’t stupid and quite frankly, he knows where this conversation is going. a sigh escapes his parted lips before a crack of a smile graces his pale face, framed so delicately by the loose strands of red hair he hasn’t tied back.

“i’ll ask adelinde to see if my father’s decorations are still in the attic.” he sounds reluctant but he drinks in the way that your face lights up, a sparkle glittering in your eyes at the prospect of decorating the manor with the one you love and he knows he can’t deny you now - not only for your sake but his own. diluc knows very well that you have him wrapped around your finger when every time you pout or give him those sorrowful eyes, he can’t help but feel his already fragile heart break.

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there’s a few crates littering the living room floor, filled with the late crepus’ decorations. the lids are covered in dust, save for the fingerprints left by diluc’s gloved hands from when he took the crates from adelinde, scolding her for attempting to do all the heavy lifting alone.

you sit amongst them, unaware of diluc's vermillion eyes that seemed to be trained on your childish delight as you sift through endless decorations - you never had the joy of meeting crepus but from the sheer amount of his decorations diluc had shoved into the attic in an attempt to bury old memories, you could gather that he was a brilliant family man. diluc notes that the glitter in your eyes never fades for even a second and for a moment, he ponders the times when he was once this excited to see these crates. it's melancholic, cracking a smile to his stoic face.

after many minutes going over the layout of the manor's ground floor space, you decided quite boldly that the tree should sit in the entry before the front door. diluc tries to hide his amusement at how serious you're taking decorating the manor but you can see it peak through when you glance at your husband only to see a sliver of a smirk on his face.

"i didn't expect you to like christmas this much," diluc mumbles as he finishes wrapping lights around the bushy evergreen spruce tree - upon your request, - thankful for his gloves when the needles poke at him as he works meticulously, "let alone decorating…"

"life is too short to not find the joys in seemingly mediocre tasks," you grin, two golden, glittering baubles in your hands as you begin to hang them on the branches. diluc watches, noticing that the heavier - and much larger - baubles are placed on the lower branches. after his observation, he copies, "besides, it's much more fun to see the tree whenever you come home and realise that your house is your home, your four walls and warmth."

diluc wants to cluck his tongue, sending a glance in your direction as the warm christmas lights decorating the tree illuminate your face but he can't bring himself to vocally retort his thoughts. you are his four walls, his home and hearth; the warmth he craves after long days of paperwork and tedious tasks or cold nights being mondstadt's mysterious unidentified hero. you are the one he comes home to and realises these things. he makes a soft noise in response to your words, continuing to hang baubles and the like on bushy branches.

he'll occasionally glance back at you. he thinks you look absolutely gorgeous, radiating this exciting energy that glows with the tree as it comes to life. diluc takes these moments to gaze over you and drink in every last detail as if you'll disappear from his grasp after you both return to your shared chambers later that night, sliding into silk sheets and pressing your bodies together for warmth in the chill of mondstadt's winter nights. he drinks it all in as if he'll never see the shape of your nose again or the twinkle of your eyes. he traces the outline of your lips and counts any freckles you may have.

you're not silly, you caught diluc staring ages ago but now there's a glitter in his own ruby eyes that matches yours. two matching flames that keep each other ablaze. the next time you catch him staring, you're quick to shuffle closer to him, pressing against his chest as you rest your head on his broad shoulders. diluc tenses as he always does, his busy hands hanging the decorations they'd been holding before his arms wrap around you tightly. he presses his lips to your hair, nestling his nose in the familiar scent of the shampoo you always specifically request when adelinde goes shopping for necessities.

"merry christmas, luc." you mumble into the fur trim of his coat, your eyelashes fluttering shut in content when you bask in the scent of smouldering ashes from his pyro vision, the wine that he despises to drink and rain. he's your home.

"merry christmas, love." diluc responds softly after a few moments of silence, his eyes raising to admire the handy work of you both as he takes in the tinsel decorating shelves, placed neatly above the fireplace hearth and the lively golden tree at the centre of it all. it has been far too long since he's seen his manor decorated in such ways, he thinks with an ounce of a smile at the nostalgia you've ignited in his heart. you're his home too.

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[leviismybby]

Hiii!!!! How are you?

If you’re still taking drabble requests can I get 9. “I’ll keep you warm”?

Ty ❤️❤️❤️

Hey Kat! Doing well hope you're too! ❤️

Levi Ackerman x reader

9: "I'll keep you warm."

You loved winter, it was your favorite season but during nights like these, you wish that it was summer. The bed was cold, and although the mattress was thick, it wasn't enough.

Your body shivered as you turned and twisted in bed to try and find the warmest spot, you didn't even notice your boyfriend looking at you like you were crazy from the doorway.

"Why are wiggling like that?" Levi asks as he changes into more comfortable clothes, you don't mind the view. "I'm cold obviously." You say pulling the sheet even closer.

Levi puts on a black shirt, that's the only thing on his body besides his boxers. "Aren't you cold like that?" You ask him as he slips into bed with you pulling your body closer to his.

He is still a little cold but somehow you don't mind. "Have you thought about turning the fireplace on? Dumbass." Levi says kissing you on the forehead, his room was always cold, he did warn you about it before you moved in.

"I was too lazy." You nuzzle into his chest and Levi pulls wraps his arms around you, his body giving you the heat you needed. "I'll keep you warm."

Smiling you kiss him on the lips. "It's not like you're a big man to able to do that." You tease him and Levi scoffs at you. "I'll throw your ass out in this cold. Is that what you want?"

"You love me too much to do that." He smiles only for a second before cuddling you, it isn't long before you fall asleep in his arms. It's true, he really does love you too much.

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[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

congrats on your degree!

Can you write a lil something about post tmi pre bten malec just being young and in love

“You are so insufferable,” Alec laughs as Magnus keeps on disappearing the files from his hands.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, darling,” Magnus feigns innocence as he gets comfortable on the couch in Alec’s office.

“Of course you don’t,” Alec replies as he tries to hold on to the last file in his hands.

“I’m just helping reduce your workload, love.”

“Magicking away my files is not really reducing my workload when I’ll eventually have to get back to them,” Alec rolls his eyes in amusement.

“Sounds fake but okay.”

Alec snorts and smacks Magnus across his shoulder.

“I need to finish these reports by tonight. Mom’s going to be back tomorrow and then I’ll be free from all this bureaucracy thing for a while again,” He groans.

Magnus raises himself up from the chair and he moves to the other side and stands behind Alec. The warlock puts his hands on his boyfriend’s shoulders and starts massaging them gently, pulling a small sigh out of his boyfriend.

“Well, if you’re going to be the head of the institute then you might need to get used to the bureaucracy,” Magnus points with a chuckle.

He doesn’t miss the way the shadowhunter’s body tenses under his hands and he puts a bit more of pressure but it doesn’t work.

He bends down, places his head on top of Alec’s and wraps his arms around the younger man’s neck, “Darling?”

Magnus frowns as Alec doesn’t reply to him. He shakes the other man gently and repeats his words. “Hey. Is everything alright?”

Alec’s eyes soften and he nods, “Hmmm.”

Magnus scratches the man’s scalp softly. Alec turns the chair and rests his face against Magnus’s stomach, “Just tired.”

“So, I was right in hiding away your files, huh?”

Alec chortles at that and lifts his head up, looking lovingly at him, “Like 30%.”

“I’ll take that as a win,” Magnus comments. “Okay. I’m taking you home.”

It’s a few hours later when the two of them are cooking—well, Magnus is mostly cooking which is rare as it is, while Alec is just sitting on the counter, his legs hanging in the air.

“You could help me.”

“You told me that I’m not allowed to work anymore today. Make up your mind, baby,” Alec grins.

Magnus rolls his eyes in affection as he turns towards his boyfriend, who feeds him a bite of the protein bar that he’s eating.

He pauses for a minute and takes in the sight infront of him and his heart flips inside his chest.

Alec is wearing his worn-out navy blue sweater that always makes him look like the warmest of blankets on a winter’s night. He has Magnus’s silk minion printed pyjamas on and the entire outfit looks ridiculous but somehow the shadowhunter is able to pull it off.

His hair is fluffed out, since he’s just out of the shower and he’s biting onto the protein bar that he’s so addicted too like his life depends on it.

“Stop staring. It’s creepy.”

Magnus has some remark already on his lips but he ignores that in favor of sliding between Alec’s legs and wrapping his arms around his waist. And if there’s a dopey grin on his face, no one but Alec has to know about it.

“Staring from two inches away isn’t better than staring from thirty,” Alec smirks but Magnus doesn’t miss the slight blush appearing on his cheeks.

Magnus has never feared change, knows that time is fickle and even the most firmest of people and their actions can change in the span of a lifetime.

He’s never minded change. He’s used to it. He always accepts it with open arms.

But even Magnus wishes with everything that is good in the world that the way Alec blushes and smiles at him never changes.

“I love you,” Magnus breathes, his face right infront of Alec’s.

The shadowhunter’s face light up at the words and he wraps both his legs around Magnus’s waist to pull him closer.

“I love you, too, Magnus.”

They close the distance between them and Magnus kisses him. He bites his lips and Alec sucks in a sharp breath, his hold tightening around his shoulders.

When they eventually pull apart, Alec grins softly and pushes a strand of hair behind Magnus’s ears.

There’s a sound of a notification. It’s Alec’s phone.

Magnus snaps his fingers and the phone appears in his hands.

“It’s Lily,” Alec groans.

“What does she want?” Magnus asks and he turns and focuses back on cooking.

“She had some vampire business to deal with but I didn’t have any time in the past two weeks since I was the acting head in mom’s absence. It’s probably regarding that.”

“You’re already overworked,” Magnus takes snatches boyfriend’s phone and keeps it in his pocket, ignoring Alec’s indignant ‘hey’. “Tell her you will meet her in two days.”

Alec pouts and tries to snatch it back but fails. He pushes himself off the counter and hugs Magnus from behind.

He pushes himself closer to Magnus and bites at his neck, making him moan.

Magnus is getting lost in the touches, Alec’s dainty fingers on his waist when he realises what’s happening.

“Are you really trying to seduce me so that you can steal your phone back?”

Alec’s hand that was slowly making his way to his pocket stops mid-way and his eyes widens, “No?”

Magnus rolls his eyes in amusement as he turns. He puts an accusing finger on the shadowhunter’s chest, “You are such a shit liar.”

“You really think I would do that to you?” Alec feigns innocence and Magnus cannot help but smile at his ridiculousness.

“I do,” he replies and hands the phone back to Alec. “And I know you won’t stop until you know what Lily wants so here.”

Alec puts a hand up in the air in victory.

“Thanks. I’ll be back in a minute,” Alec kisses his cheeks and excuses himself.

It takes more than a good ten minutes by the time Alec is back and Magnus has the food plated up for the two of them.

“Sorry. Lily needed help and I lost track of times,” Alec apologises and pecks him.

Magnus brushes his apology off and takes out a chair for him to sit.

“Thank you.”

Alec looks more relaxed than he has in days. Magnus knows the head of the institute duties are tiresome but there’s something else bothering the man but he wants to give Alec the time to gather his thoughts.

He’s learned in the past two years that Alec needs time to process his thoughts before he can talk to Magnus.

They’re washing the dishes, because Alec refuses to use magic for everything and it seems like he needs the extra minutes before they retreat to their bed.

“I don’t want to be the head of the institute,” His boyfriend blurts out eventually.

“What?”

Alec sighs as he keeps on cleaning the plate and Magnus places a hand on his waist, snaps his fingers to clean the rest of the dishes and makes a soothing motion on the shadowhunter’s waist to ease his anxiety.

“I—I always thought that I wanted to run the New York institute. But I don’t think I want that anymore.”

He wants to be surprised but he isn’t. He knows Alec hasn’t really been satisfied any of the times he’s been requested to act as the head in Maryse’s absence.

“What do you plan to do then?”

“You know how I’ve been helping Lily and Maia and occasionally other downworlders right?”

Magnus hums.

Never in his centuries had he imagined that downworlders could ever come to a shadowhunter for help. Or vice-Versa.

“I want to continue doing that. I want to make the Shadowhunter-Downworlder Alliance official,” Alec says nervously. “I don’t mind being the head but I don’t think it’s what I really want. But ever since I started this—I don’t.. I don’t know, Magnus. It feels like this i what I need to do.”

Magnus pauses for a few moments.

He takes in the information. And keeps on repeating the words.

Shadowhunter-downworlder Alliance.

It’s like his chest grows a thousand inches at the words, at the love he has for Alec inside his chest. At how proud he is of the man he’s becoming.

“Say something?”

“You are a miracle, Alexander Gideon Lightwood.”

His boyfriend blushes at the words and Magnus takes him in his arms.

“Do you think I’d be good at it?”

Magnus has no doubt.

He kisses Alec’s forehead, “There is no better man for this job.”

[lootzest]

cozy sentimental winter headcanon! how does r. lutece like to spend a chilly day in december?

a perfect question considering it snowed in London this morning!

R. Lutece start the day, as they do all days, wrapped around each other. Columbia was on course for cold weather so they are wearing their warmest nightclothes - Robert did suggest they sleep naked and share their body heat but he does admit that Rosalind looks completely darling in her frillier flannel nightgown. Their initial inclination is to draw the bedclothes over their heads and stay where it is already warm but eventually Robert "volunteers" to make tea and brings it back to bed. He claims to have got very cold venturing downstairs and can only be warmed up by her close embrace. And several kisses. No, at least another.

Eventually they make it downstairs for breakfast and see that it has started to snow which means two things: not going into work because the gondolas won't be running and Rosalind making fun of Robert's boyish glee at the snowfall. He promises to put a snowball down the back of her neck if she continues. They discuss memorable winters of their childhoods: alas, Robert got to play outside a lot more than she did but they remember it as though they were together and he pulled her around on his toboggan.

Not forced to go into work, science can happen at home, in the quiet that only heavy snowfall can bring. Calculations are murmured under breath. Tea is brewed. Hands squeeze in passing.

Eventually they cannot resist and put on their warmest clothes to venture outside. The snow crunches satisfyingly beneath their feet. Their breath blooms in front of them. Robert tucks Rosalind's arm in his because he is gentleman who would not wish to see his sister slip. He squeezes her gloved hand.

The children of Emporia are having a snowball fight, observed from a distance by R. Lutece, until it becomes clear that a small girl is not being allowed to join in. Rosalind forms a perfect snowball and throws it at the seeming leader. She misses spectacularly. Robert bowls one perfectly and hits the boy square on the side of the head. When the boy turns, Robert merely points at his sister and shrugs.

Away from the main streets, the snow is untouched, the street quieter. They glance around. Robert presses a quick kiss to her cheek. "Your face is cold." "Your mouth is cold." They grin.

It's beginning to get dark and cold and the snow is starting to fall again. The hem of Rosalind's skirt is damp. They pick their way back home, shed their wet coats, hold each other just inside the door. Rosalind puts her cold face against Robert's neck and makes him shriek.

Hot baths are had, each keeping the other company while they bathe. Cocoa is found, the fire stoked. Robert pulls Rosalind onto his lap and they read together, his hand making its way inside her dressing gown. Cocoa is replaced by brandy. The book falls to the floor. They reach their hands at the same time to lead the other to bed.

They sleep naked and share their body heat.

[otomeloversunite]

Arthur - Your Santa Claus

Leonardo - When You Smile

Vlad - So Excited

Warmest Wishes Winter Kisses Ranking Cards

[em-mermaid]

Here is a little ethubs wip that I didn’t have the mental energy to finish writing. It was going to be the full date, but it ended up just being them trying to leave the monolith on time for a Christmas party. Wishing a Merry Christmas to those who celebrate and a lovely day to those who don’t.

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Etho stands in the entryway of the monolith dressed in one of his warmest jackets. His gloves and mask are tucked into one of the pockets. Sighing, he looks towards the clock on the wall. A quarter to three. They were definitely going to be late. 

“Hey ‘dubs are you ready to go?” he calls up the stairs. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m comin’!” Bdubs shouts from a few floors up. Probably still in his room double checking his clothes then. It makes sense, Etho supposes, that Bdubs always takes so much time to make sure his outfit is perfect and his accessories are coordinated. He knows the shorter days and winter clouds cause Bdubs’ self doubt to sink in during the season. But the clothes give Bdubs that small confidence boost he needs to make it through the tougher days. Not that he would ever admit to it. 

He can hear quick footsteps from above, followed by the sight of Bdubs turning the corner into the room. He is pulling on his long moss jacket over a particularly ridiculous red Christmas sweater. Etho smiles softly at this. Bdubs always managed to make the silliest clothes look so adorable. 

Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, Bdubs holds up two knitted hats. One is bright red and the other is an olive green. Both of them have a small snowman stitched into the front. “Which do you think would look better with my outfit?” 

“Uh, the red one?”

It must have been the right choice because a grin spreads across Bdubs’ face as he pulls the red hat over his wild curls. “I was hoping you would say that. The green one matches your jacket better.”

“Wait,” Etho asks, backing up slightly. “You aren’t going to make me wear that right?”

“We’ve gotta match! C’mon Etho, it’s a Christmas party. Look, they both have cute little snow people on them!”

“That’s not a very convincing argument,” he deadpans. 

Bdubs sticks out his bottom lip and summons his best puppy dog eyes. “Please? Just for the evening?”

Sighing, Etho nods. He can never say no to those eyes. Bdubs beams. Before he can reach out to accept the hat, Bdubs is bouncing forward enthusiastically to pull the hat onto Etho’s head. Except it is too enthusiastic leading to the hat also slipping down over his eyes.

“Really ‘dubs?” He doesn’t bother to reach up and fix the hat. Simply choosing to stand there and pretend to look defeated as Bdubs’ laughter fills the room. Sometimes, he supposes, looking ridiculous is worth it to hear that laugh.

After a moment, he feels Bdubs’ hands come up and adjust the hat. When his face comes into view, his smile is gentler, but still has a hint of mischief to it. Etho can’t help but smile in response. 

“You planned this didn’t you?”

“Wha- I would never!”

“Of course not,” he replies sarcastically. “Did you also think I would miss the fact that you hung some mistletoe above the door?”

Bdubs stammers at this, clearly he was not expecting to be caught. Slowly, Etho wraps an arm around Bdubs’ waist and pulls him close. Bdubs’ stammering quiets and he goes red. 

Etho raises an eyebrow at him and taunts lightly, “you seem quite startled for someone who planned all of this.” 

“Shut up,” he replies half-heartedly. “Are you gonna kiss me or what?”

Etho shakes his head and smiles fondly. “You are so impatient.” Before Bdubs can reply, he leans down and meets him for a gentle kiss. 

When they part, Etho backs away and moves to put on his mask and gloves. “As much as I would love to stay here longer, I also hate being late to events. If we leave now we might still make it on time.” 

Bdubs grins at this. “Well let’s go then! We can’t keep Ren and the others waiting!” 

Etho shakes his head fondly as Bdubs grabs his hand and drags him out the door.

[dusterson]

Sending my warmest wishes for the holiday season! May you celebrate this holiday season with love, a lot of presents, and make unforgettable memories.

I hope you feel joy and happiness throughout the holidays. I hope you find a lot of reasons to be happy during the holiday. You deserve all the love and I will personally send it to you.

I as your Buddy (The elf) I know this message comes in way too early but I'd rather be a few weeks early then when I forget about it myself which would be sad. I love you dearly never forget that. You are always free to come to talk to me whenever you feel like.

Sweetheart, know that you are loved by me and know that you are amazing. I will wish you all the happiness during these holidays. My present to you this year will be my friendship to you

Many hugs from me <3

THANK YOU SWEET ELF BBY !!! Many hugs n forehead kisses to you, darling friendbean. Stay warm this winter and have a beautiful holiday season 💙💙💙🌲🌬🔥❄️🌲💙💙💙

[condulus]

2/2

I’ve let time pass before even considering this thought but I would honestly give it another try. I found back to myself and settled into my new surroundings, so I can say this without any attachment to the past. Knowing what I know today, I know that I’d be able to approach this differently and as a person that I want to be. I’ve come to accept that being different from someone can be positive and that no one has to change or fear it being a problem. I still mean it, I’d rather start over new with you and take the time to enjoy the moments together, this time without the old baggage and burdens, especially the ones I carried into the relationship. Those are no more and it makes me feel much lighter and able to have a positive outlook on life. I’m only speaking for myself when writing this, I’m not assuming anything on your side because I can’t possibly know how you feel or think, since the last time we met. All I can say is, I wouldn’t mind starting over and having another winter with you, doing the things that brought us together in the first place. I’d love to do it better, because truthfully, I think that this break and distance really could’ve been the thing that we needed in order to just step back and get the best version of ourselves back, the ones that we want to be, with new boundaries and different mindsets. You’ll always be someone, that I can see myself growing with because you’ve made me want to be a better person and I can proudly say that I am. Today I can say that, I can give back the love that I always struggled to accept when I received it, but I do believe that now, I can wholeheartedly return it. It’s something that I wish for, us finding each other again, whether it happens is out of my control because I will never force anything on you. I will not interfere in your life, unless you want me to be in it, I won’t overstep any boundary of yours. I will silently support you from the sidelines and always care about you. Sometimes I find myself praying to God, that you’re taken care of and getting to where you want to be. As long as you’re doing well and are happy, then so am I. You’ll always be my favorite winter love and even if it never happens, I’m glad I got to be apart of your life and get to see you in all of the different lights, through good and bad, to feel your love and share all those beautiful pure moments with you. I couldn’t have wished for anyone better, other than it being you. You’re everything and more, I hope you know that.

Sending you the warmest hug and a gentle forehead kiss.

With love,

S

[paaopalpoerepr33]

I dreamt last night of being kissed and held by a guy I was talking to last year who just got his PhD like a month ago. He set his laptop down after submitting the diss and grabbed me and I was laughing and smiling. It was so weird and gorgeous, and like some dream-state Chicago winter, in a home I’ve never been in. And we and friends I do not actually know at all were bundling up to go out in the snow for drinks or a show or something. And the usual coy smirk and chuckle men make when flirting while in some place with the warmest lighting. I always loved his low voice, it made me feel weak and stupid. And still just me smiling and giggling. And all the snow falling. And I had two dreams set in a snowy Chicago night that felt like a Christmas card. The other one a class I don’t teach, and a train of teachers walking into a cafeteria dressed like… pioneer era style Black Christmas angels, black boots red dresses and head scarves with curls and braids and locs falling lightly around their faces. Just like a card, or a carolling procession it felt reverent.

I don’t even know what to make of any of them. I didn’t feel the cold. I just know my winter will probably be difficult, I don’t know what my family will be like then. I don’t know where I’m going to live, I know I’ll be half bedbound again, cold, and probably wanting to go home, if I even get to leave this home for the other at all. And all the joy I had in January and confidence was sucked clean by April. I’m afraid again, like I haven’t been in a while. It’s an old, stuck feeling. When I had nothing, I had direction, and the end coordinate felt like a black hole I didn’t need to worry about. Now I made it, and still where I stand instead seems nebulous. I finally made it… but nothing manifested. Just floating in space now. I hate my most beautiful dreams, I don’t know why wishes must be so painful.

But of course the joys we cobble together in consciousness must be enough.

[daisynik7]

hello daisy my love!!! <3

i just read your recent post and i’m sorry to hear about your turbulent work space and the pressure that’s taken a toll on your health. i’m happy that you’re able to take a stand for yourself and prioritize you by taking what seems like a very necessary break, i swear it’s like you've been posting daily with in-depth writing for your y2k milestone event and nanami thirsts (which you will never hear me complaining🫡) but this should never overwhelm you or add to life pressures that you may already have.

by the time you return, my hope is to receive an update that the biggest stressor at work, whoever or whatever it is, has resolved itself, your mental & physical health is ticking upwards, and that mercury is or isn’t in retrograde… no idea what that means oops🫠

take as long as you need to feel like you again. if the weather is starting to get colder wherever you are, keep yourself warm and bundled even if cold weather is something you thrive off of, runny noses and sore throats are not fun:/

i see you find soup enjoyable, so eat lots of it!!!! soup is a year-round food, but i think is especially a fall/ winter food, with bread that nanami baked fresh.

when you have time off from work, treat yourself to something nice, even if it is something simple. the vote is unanimous and it is something you definitely deserve. if you disagree you’re wrong, i will not be accepting any counter-arguments to that statement 🥰

whenever you read this, i hope the rest of your week is less draining, that your weekend is well spent, sleeping in or doing whatever brings you joy, and that your break is refreshing and restoring to whatever parts of yourself that have been chipped away at for too long. and also wishing you a very cozy, spooky, but not too spooky October 🧡 

sending you lots of love, hugs and a very tender kiss to your forehead that kind of lingers and radiates warmth all over your body from dadd- *coughs* i mean nanami 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 lol i'm sounding especially delulu today, forgive me i think it's the weather.

don't feel pressured to reply to this prolonged chaos, just enjoy your break

( ＾◡＾)っ ♡

thea, I can't even put into words properly how much I cherish this and cherish YOU. this is seriously the sweetest message I could ever receive, I'm blaming you now for the tears in my eyes. 😭

I'm taking your advice very seriously, I hope you're proud of me! I'm going to continue my little break and hopefully get back to feeling like myself again soon! I'm already feeling better, so I'm getting there. :)

I wish I could better express how much your kindness means to me. Reading this gave me the warmest, coziest feeling, thank you for taking time out of your day to write this. Sending you all my love, hugs, and kisses! I hope that you are also treating yourself to things you enjoy and doing what you can to nurture yourself. You are a pure, kind soul and I hope you have a wonderful rest of October!

[rawrmeansilyindinosawr]

1.5.23

can u hear the sound of my fickle beating heart? its pulsating rhythms excelsior. endowed by pale lace, the daisy merry go round allows us to peer into each others pieces. shards of the warmest blue two toned glass. reflected by the nite sky that bows down to our weary feet. we sink. we sink. we sink. my head goes underwater and. i recite. im alive im alive im alive like a broken prayer. and without rejoicing ask my guardian angels to keep me that way. and to please give me the words ive searched my entire life to find.

can u hear the sound of my fickle beating heart? cuz the wind is kissing us both ever so softly on our cheeks and it feels like spring. do i still dare long for the body of water that crucifies me. bringing me back to the first time i endowed my neck in leather, closed my eyes, and jumped. survived. needles in stacks of hay then. but now, i am found. how could i be so wishful to not wish for the winter now. i hold onto every time the clock strikes 11:11 as if wishes were scarce. rare. like shooting stars and meteor showers. i still struggle to communicate that certain chords in incomplete octaves remind me of u. and how i hate that old bridge that u grew up next to. smoldered and burnt with missing screws.