#Warmest Wishes Winter Kisses

[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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The Type of Boyfriend that Will...

Blue Lock boys that will...

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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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[vasiliquemort]

Startle for emergency!

I am so unspeakably distraught to conclude this kind of post, yet any help could be absolutely enormous in forthcoming day.

Last year my family moved away air raid's proximity and we were heavily self-reliant from that moment in terms of infrastructure, which was heavily damaged in our area - it is a complex and expressively exhausting position at the moment, we cannot relocate forward but we learned how to force way through this kind of situation.

Yet couple of days we got cut from electricity fully in absolutely sudden motion - both our solar panel (new controller required must arrive here in a lesser part of week, I hope deeply, then we'll must replace it and hove lesser part of our electricity restored possibly) and generator (in cold weather it overloaded during starting water and now requires terminal assertion to be able to provide us *anything*, which either may take unsure amount of time to find solution on our own or enormous by today cost for getting fixed professionally out in the city) are in matter of day turned out of work and it is sole question of time until we'll be majorly cut out by complete loss of charging possible.

Winter's costs of living were atrocious and I am distraught how to properly move forward and be able to provide us what we need (without waterpump our current savings are now settled away to costs of drinking water, with technical being further extracted from snow, and left amounts to be saved for further sustaining in worse case of scenario) and stay safe in case of emergency when we'll have to relocate (I'm physically sick and distraught from thought of again trying and finding refuge and comfort somewhere - things locally are not well and won't be better in a long time), situation might either improve closely in time or not, either way requiring enormous labour and exhaustion of resources.

I feel atrocious for asking - yet, I adjure and ask yourself to help, in any way that is safe and adequate and could be asked for - absolutely any solution would be *enormous* in the face of current situation (30 dollars in total could potentially advance finding professional solution to generator and possibly cover it's budgeting in service, as much as that!), I would be thankful and relieved into tears - my asking for aid comes solely from distraught exhaustion and anxiety of forthcoming winter days.

I ask you to possibly consider concluding *any* (and *any* help would be gargantuan!) aid through either PayPal (HoneyVasilia@gmail.com is both my personal email and one linked to PayPal's account) or, possibly, ko-fi (ko-fi.com/vasiliquemort, yet I am not assured if it fully viable for transactions - at least never had them concluded there previously) - for every solution I kiss your gentle hand and would thank enormously!

I hope it wasn't ugly of a calling - by either possible solution, I'll work for further advances untill failing, and by either of it - I wish every person warmest days of oncoming, most pleasant of evenings, and full times of comfort and safety!<з

[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.

[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!

[incorrectmidc]

I actually whimpered when I saw this. 🥵

[soul-of-the-sanada]

I AM SCREAMING INTO A PILLOW RIGHT NOW

[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.

[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.

[1d1195]

Boyfriends IV

Part I Part II Part III

Cavity warning: sweet fluff overload

“Harry Styles,” she said sweetly. He loved the sound of his name on her lips. It was like a lullaby. A whole song. A poem, a sonnet, a monologue. Her mouth made his name sound like the best honey made by the best bees.

You’re back at it again.

“Do you want to get a place together?” He asked.

She was in the middle of washing dishes when he asked, and she almost had a heart attack. “Really?” She questioned so unsurely. It broke his heart to know she felt so little of herself when he had been doing everything to build her trust in him and herself. He smirked at her as he finished wrapping up the other dishes from their dinner to put away for leftovers tomorrow for lunch.

“Yes, really,” he chuckled at her in awe of her obliviousness. She looked at him suspiciously. Nearly gulped in nervousness and he smiled sweetly at her. “Y’don’t have to...jus’ thought it would make some things easier,” he shrugged.

“Um...” she shook her head. “My lease doesn’t...” she started but then shook her head. “I want to,” she said definitively. She really wanted to. Being with Harry was as easy as breathing and he was right, it would make so much more sense to live together rather than splitting the weeks up across their two places, spending twice as much on rent, and spreading their belongings across the entire town.

Harry grinned brightly. He loved her so much it pained him sometimes in the best of ways. She was so cute and lovely, and he wanted to kiss her for the rest of his life. “Y’sure, kitten?” He asked. He didn’t want to pressure her...they hadn’t been together a full year yet. But it was so easy with her. Everything was. It made all the sense in the world for them to be together. She nodded firmly.

She was elated by the way he smiled at her. It made her heart flutter in her chest and her stomach fluttered almost as much. She adored him. He pulled her to him and pressed his lips carefully over hers. It made her audibly moan at the touch. She wanted to kiss him for the rest of her life. “I know y��lease ends in August,” he said. “Niall’s moving out and passing the house off to the upperclassmen frat members...so if you want to move into a new place, we could do it slowly while we wait out your lease...if y’want...or now. Whatever you want, really,” he explained lazily. He just wanted to kiss her some more. So, he did.

She giggled against his lips, and she sighed dreamily. After the world’s worst breakup, Harry seemed like the sweetest hello. She still worried a bit if she was good enough or not, but it was hard to argue with all the kissing. Harry had already seen her at her worst. Crying and stressed from boys and finals. It couldn’t get worse than that.

She wished so very badly that he was the first and last boyfriend she ever had. It would have saved her so much time. All she could think about was how Harry was lemonade on the hottest day in the summer. The warmest blanket in the dead of winter. He was everything. He said that she put the moon in the sky. Her friend said he looked at her like she put the water in the ocean. But there was nothing Harry wouldn’t do to make her smile. She may have put water in the ocean or the moon in the sky, but Harry was the center of every galaxy in her universe.

So, was it impossible to believe that she still did not feel like she was enough?

*

It was a bad day. A really bad one at work compounded with tasks that needed to get done at home. No one said anything to her about the work she did, or didn’t do, nor did they complain about the lack of tasks completed. It was entirely in her head that she was underperforming that day. If she thought for an extra thirty seconds, she may have realized her hormones were fighting to take over her body by the end of the week, but right now, it was all her fault. Everything always was and she should just try to be better.

She was more stressed as she entered her apartment that she shared with Harry now. It wasn’t even a mess by any normal standards. But there were her standards; and by her standards it was a mess that she had put off all week. She was overwhelmed with all she needed to do. Just another task list that she had to do. In her head, if she didn’t do it, Harry would...

She doesn’t know why she thought that way. She knew in the back of her mind it wasn’t true.

Her eyes welled with tears. She changed quickly into comfortable clothing and started doing too many things at once. The washer was started, the dishes needed to be loaded, the table needed to be dusted. She listened to the music playing loudly in her ears. Putting it off all week because she was so tired when she got home from work sounded so stupid in her brain right now and she mentally berated herself for it. Harry didn’t even seem to mind. If he did, he hid it well. But that was just it, he had to be hiding it. He probably expected her to do it since his hours were a hair longer than hers.

That wasn’t the case in the slightest. He had begged her so many times to leave chores for him to do. He felt like a lazy bum living with her. She did everything. “The perfect little housewife,” he said cutely when she mopped the floors. Harry wasn’t sexist and he didn’t mean it in a derogatory way. He thought she was precious and adored her so much. He would rather her be a housewife. He wanted to take care of her in every way and when it came to chores, she did everything so much quicker and better than Harry did.

“I don’t mind,” she shrugged. He nodded but always did his best to help anyway. He loved to fold laundry and he enjoyed dusting because he knew it aggravated her allergies. He was also great at cleaning the tops of appliances and cabinets because he was so tall. But there was no stopping her angry self-hatred right now. It didn’t matter Harry was always so gentle with her. Especially this past week when he carried her from the couch to the bed whenever she fell asleep reading or watching TV with him. He was so soft with her. It made her feel so...painfully aware of how much he adored her. So, when he wasn’t there, it was hard for her to remember that he did adore her endlessly.

But he hadn’t...said he loved her yet...not really...not officially... And maybe she knew...God did she know...but if he did...why didn’t he just say it? It was just more for her to think about as she scrubbed the bathroom sink. If the place was clean, he would love her. That made sense in her head.

Harry was assaulted by the chemical smell of the cleaning products. He thought he heard her sniffling and he blinked and wondered if she injured herself while cleaning. He had seen her get quite hasty cleaning the stove when it was still hot, and she nearly seared a fingerprint off the tip of her finger. He was anxious when she did stuff like that. She rushed sometimes in effort to be doing too many things at once.

“Kitten, m’home,” he called kicking his shoes off at the door. He didn’t hear a reply and instead the vacuum turned on and hummed to life. He furrowed his brows and followed the sound to their shared bedroom. Her shoulders shook with her back to the door. Harry saw the wire in her ears so he knew she couldn’t hear him. He prayed he was imagining the shake of her body that looked like she was crying as she ran the vacuum over the section of carpet closest to her nightstand. That was enough for him to just about lose it. The anger in his chest started to bubble. He wanted to kill whoever hurt her. He never wanted her to be sad.

He reached out knowing not being able to hear him would spook her. “Kitten,” he cooed gently when he touched her. She jumped regardless of his efforts to not scare her. She turned to him, and his heart broke. “Kitten,” he admonished nervously at the sight. He pulled the headphones from her ears, settling them on the bed. He stroked her cheeks of her long tears before he cupped her face as she started to unabashedly cry. It wasn’t like the cries he’d become so accustomed to seeing when they watched movies that caused the emotion in her heart to bubble over. No, he hadn’t seen her cry like this in over a year...not since her horrible break up. “Oh m’love, s’matter?” He wondered and pulled her to him. He clicked the vacuum off, and she started crying harder as she melted into his chest.

Harry doesn’t know who hurt her today, but he was already plotting their murder. He squeezed her tightly hoping the pressure of having him against her chest would soothe her, but she just continued to cry horrible cries that made Harry ache all over. It was torture. He knew that if he was ever held captive for any reason, he would be done for the moment they showed a mere picture of tears falling down her cheek. He would spill any secret for her. There was no loyalty he had in his body except to her. She was his only weakness, and he didn’t care. “Kitten,” he tried again.

“Do you love me?” She croaked. “Because you’ve never said it and I know it’s stupid because I’m pretty sure you do because there’s no way I can be so in love with you, and you don’t love me back. But I had a horrible, horrible, horrible day at work. And I’m pretty sure that if I don’t clean this whole apartment, you’ll leave me, too, because m’so useless...and find someone that doesn’t make stupid mistakes and doesn’t get tired by 8:30 and can still do all the chores without you having to lift a finger and...you’ll just find someone at a party and—” she gasped for air.

“Oh kitten,” he all but moaned. He didn’t know it was him that made her feel this way. “M’love,” he squeezed her tighter to him and pressed his lips to the top of her head. “M’poor love,” he whispered and pushed her away for a moment to take in her horribly teary face but somehow, she still had to be the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. More beautiful than the first day he saw her.

“M’sorry,” she croaked. He shook his head. His heart was aching at the sight of her falling apart over him. When he had promised himself and her, he would never let her tears fall because of him.

“Never realized I hadn’t said it,” he murmured and swiped his thumbs along her cheeks. He watched her sniffle. “I love you...so...” he sighed dreamily and pressed his forehead to hers. “Kitten, m’so in love with you I could cry m’self,” he told her. “You’re my entire world,” he promised.

Her face crumpled like it did when he told her she put the moon in the sky. The relief was palpable in the air. “Really?” She whispered.

“Didn’t realize I was doing a terrible job at showing it,” he chuckled sadly and kissed her forehead. “What happened, kitten?” He asked gently pushing her hair away from his face so he could spread some kisses across her tear-stained cheeks and eyes. “Was ready t’kill someone for you. Turned out s’me that got you all worked up,” he said grumpily.

She shook her head quickly to take the blame away from him. She immediately felt bad for worrying him. “N-no...m’just...was a bad day,” she hiccupped.

“Kitten, I adore you. You’re my favorite person in the world. I love you so dearly it breaks my heart to see you like this.”

She reached up to swipe her eyes. “Stupid,” she muttered and looked away. “M’sorry.”

He shook his head and sat her on the bed. He stood between her knees and looked down at her still holding her face between his hands like she would break at the slightest breeze. She was utterly beautiful. Even all sad. “Kitten,” he said softly.

“S’just... I had a bad day. And...in my head it made sense that if I make all these mistakes, you’ll find someone better...” she shook her head. “It sounds stupid out loud.”

“It is pretty stupid,” he smirked wryly. She pouted and looked at him with the cutest grumpy face he’d ever seen. She didn’t have a mean bone in her body, and she couldn’t even pretend well to try.

“Don’t be mean.”

“Kitten, you’re my world,” he told her. “You...you do so much for me, and I love you so much for it, but y’don’t have to. I would...I want t’do more for you. I would love you if y’made me do everything and you jus’ sat here looking beautiful and kissed me all day.”

She sighed heavily, relieved. But she cast her eyes down as she thought about her next sentence. He was able to see some stray tears clung to the most beautiful lashes he adored so much. If he wasn’t so mad she was upset, he would tell her that her tears looked like gemstones and it was just another thing he loved about her. “I just...value my own worth on doing things...doing things for you,” she explained. “So, when I don’t...or when I mess up a lot, I... I don’t know why you’d want to be with me.”

“Kitten, if I did less things or made some silly little mistakes would you leave me?” He asked her with an eye roll.

“No, of course not,” she answered immediately.

He smirked. “Kitten, m’not with you because of the things y’do for me. M’with you because y’are the sweetest, most adorable, beautiful soul ‘ve ever met and I’d rather die than hurt you. I will not have y’thinking you are anything less than perfect as you are,” he said knowingly. “And I promise, m’never going to make you feel like y’did with him.”

Harry hated mentioning your ex. It wasn’t that he was jealous. He had been there of course. But you were so good. So good to everyone you met, and he treated you as if you did nothing and you deserved it. “Okay,” she whispered.

“Good?” He asked.

“Yeah,” she nodded shyly and smirked sheepishly. “M’sorry.”

“S’okay...jus’...s’kinda rude y’haven’t said you love me back,” he shrugged and grinned at her impishly.

She shoved him gently against his chest but kept her legs around him. “You’re an idiot.”

“Well, still haven’t heard y’say it properly,” he said knowingly with a smile that melted all her organs inside her body.

“Harry Styles,” she said sweetly. He loved the sound of his name on her lips. It was like a lullaby. A whole song. A poem, a sonnet, a monologue. Her mouth made his name sound like the best honey made by the best bees. “I’m so desperately in love with you. It is a sin to any romance novel or movie to even try when I know I love you more than all of that.”

He grinned and leaned down to kiss her, pressing her back into the mattress and he kissed her so deeply she felt it tingle in her toes. “That’s what I thought, kitten,” he said softly against her mouth.

She giggled against his lips and kissed him back so he would know that she did love him just as much as he did. He was also grateful she hadn’t made it to his sock drawer yet in her cleanings. He didn’t know when he was going to propose, but the way she slept on the couch with the book falling from her fingertips earlier in the week, he all but melted to his knees. He was only vaguely aware that he was physically floating on his lunch break and found himself at the jewelers agonizing over which ring she deserved and guessing at her size. He was smitten. And he’d spend forever telling her such. He’d spend forever trying to do the chores she desperately wanted to do to prove to herself she deserved him. He meant every word he said to her. She could lay there for the rest of her life just looking beautiful and that would be enough for him.

“Kitten,” he hummed once he pulled from her lips. He stroked his finger over the side of her face, tracing over her delicate skin happy her sad tears were gone.

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” she answered with a smile that melted every one of his organs.

“Kitten,” he said again. “M’gonna be your last boyfriend,” he promised.

She grinned. “Yeah?” Her cheeks warmed under his touch as he gazed at her longingly. Like she might disappear. He nodded simply and kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and one sweet soft kiss on her lips.

“Definitely.”

[lxffy]

hi yin :3 can i request the asl brothers reacting to s/o with a seasonal depression :> thank you !!

seasonal slumps !

reader: gn + you/your !

ft. ace, luffy, and sabo !

note: i know seasonal depression usually occurs during the winter months, or when there’s less sun, so i hope it’s okay that i leaned towards that for this!

the adventure on the new island was off to a smooth start, but eventually ace noticed you hadn’t been as energetic or excited about the trip at all. he asked himself “why” but ultimately, he didn’t need a reason to see you in high spirits once again. in case your self-esteem is down, he’ll make sure to shower you with tons of kisses and hugs. he’s not wasting any time, he’s going to everything he can to see that pretty smile of yours. he’ll try new activities with you or do things that usually get you excited in hopes to see you laugh once again. it had occurred to him that it may be this gloomy island causing your mood change, but he wanted to make sure there wasn’t anything else bothering you. so when the two of you finally departed and basked in the sun again, he could tell immediately that you were back to normal. 

your change in behavior was something sabo didn’t miss and at first wasn’t sure what it could be. sure, the two of you haven’t been to many islands where the sun was hidden between clouds, but it was entirely possible that this could be the cause of your lethargic state. the last thing he wanted to do was worsen your mood in anyway, so he let you know you can take it easy. but with the way sabo is, he definitely wasn’t going stop there. he’ll slip subtle compliments in your conversations to keep your confidence up and give you the warmest hugs to keep you comforted. he’ll still be his playful self, so you don’t have to worry about him doting on you too much (which he does regardless). count on him to help the two of you finish any tasks needed (or procrastinating them, we know how sabo is) and making your way to a destination full of sun!

luffy was a tad bit confused on why your mood changed so suddenly when the crew visited winter islands. he was still up and moving unaffected by the lack of sun, but you seemed to lose your usual enthusiasm. it was like you had been hit by one of peronas hollows and he wasn’t sure what he should do to get you back in shape. so he did every thing that would usually cheer you up, like bringing your favorite foods, playing your favorite games, and bringing you on adventures like always. he honestly wishes he could just snap and make you happy again, but he knows it doesn’t work like that. your mood subtly affects luffy as well because he’s always around you whether you’re happy, sad, or mad, so he always wants to see a smile on your face.

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