#father christmas should take better care of his animals

[consult-sherlockholmes]

What do you think about Rudolph the rednosed reindeer?

What I think about it? Well I think Father Christmas is really not taking good care of his reindeer, if his favourite one has a severe rhinitis. If its nose is so red it seems to be glowing, then something is inflammed severely, which increases blood flow dramatically, causing the red colour. Either due to allergies, or some kind of infection, or maybe the reindeer feel like flying because of a certain white powder they got provided with nasally, also increasing blood flow. They should call a veterinarian for that one. There is no other logical explanation for those things, the reindeers are high on snow, think they are flying and have a severe rhinitis.

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A Snowflake Melts, Part 3

Summary: it's spring time...or is it?

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, stalking, voyeurism, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.9K

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You take a glance out the window, eyes raking over the still powdery white lawn. Winter is lasting too long. You had chosen this place because of its long winters, but this has gone on far longer than anticipated. You catch a glimpse of Steve, tending to the animals with a much larger Sugar Cookie and Mistletoe trailing behind. He looks towards you, winking, and your cheeks flare up like the heat of coal.

You look down to the sourdough, trying to avoid his lingering gaze. Steve gives you a boyish grin that you don’t see, his face just as heated as yours, despite the never ending snow. The two of you had too many moments of getting too close, and still it isn’t close enough. You don’t know how much longer you could withstand not touching him.

Especially if the temperature continued to plummet. You fear for the livestock. They’ve been cooped up all winter, and there should be signs of spring arriving. Sighing, you take a glimpse at your phone. You know what you have to do. Your dad had a busy Christmas season, and now he’s in a hibernative state until preparation for the next Christmas season begins.

He would know what to do. He would know how to get in touch with Jack, and demand that he stops the winter. This isn’t right, and he wouldn’t be aware of it if you didn’t tell him. Gulping, you pick up the phone. Steve still had a while before he would come back into the house, you really didn’t want to explain either man to each other.

Rolling your eyes, you call up your dad, waiting until his jolly voice answers the phone. Tapping your fingers on the counter to the merry tune, you nearly lose your voice when he says your name. How long has it been since you’d fully heard his deep timbre, “Babydoll!” You want to cry. He sounds like home.

“Hey, daddy,” the overwhelming feeling of just wanting to crawl into his lap hits you like a ton of bricks. He always knew how to make things better.

“I have so much to tell you, but it doesn’t even matter. It’s good to hear your voice. The few photos you’ve shared haven’t been enough. Did you and Jack make up?” You shake your head like a nerd, but your silence tells him everything. “With it being winter I should have known. To what do I owe the pleasure of this conversation?”

“Can I not just call you?” His laugh jingles in the air. Everything he does always seems so magical. He is your hero in so many ways. “Well, it’s still very cold.”

“Some places the winter takes longer to fully defrost, you of all people should know that,” it wasn’t just the cold. It is frigid. Steve could only stand to be outside for short bursts to tend to the livestock, and let the girls run around. They love being in the snow.

“There’s no patches. Ste — umm, the lake is still frozen. There’s no melting to see earth. And the snow is still falling,” silence befalls the conversation, and you can only hope it’s a good thing. Your father rarely involved himself in Jack’s business, but Jack to your knowledge has never been so vindictive. His superior is your father.

“Daddy, his tracking works better in the winter. I swear I smelled peppermint, and Missy hissed at me to get back inside,” your father didn’t want to believe that Jack could be mean to you. But he wouldn’t never deny Mistletoe’s unwavering intuition concerning you. She is special, and she takes her job very seriously.

He takes a deep breath in, a low growl spewing out of his mouth, “I’ll take care of it,” the line ends quickly, and you turn your phone off. Laying it on the counter, and watch Steve. You hate to call it frolicking, but you didn’t know how else to describe it. He runs around with the girls in the snow, smiling and teasing them. Missy looks to be playing a game of tag as she bounces between the two of them.

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face, and you wish that you could be out there with them. Frolicking in the snow, and throwing snowballs at Steve. His cheeks are more red when he’s outside. The prettiest shade of pink. You’re happy that they had someone that could get them out and running.

Nearly returning back to your bread, you notice Missy pausing. Her crystalline eyes darting around the clearing before a gut wrenching scream echoes through the forest. You watch in terror as she sprints to the house, and Steve and Sugar Cookie follow swiftly. They didn’t know what her battle cry was for, but you did. You take tentative steps away from the window. He’s here.

Too scared to even start pulling down the blinds. Huffing and rustling noises sound outside, and you collapse on the floor. Scooting away from the entrances and windows. Clenching your eyes as you cover your face. Rocking back and forth when Missy hisses as she approaches you. Her thick muscular body stalking around you. Followed by Sugar, and you look up to see Steve bring in a wheelbarrow of firewood before he slams the door shut.

He makes quick work of placing the board over the door. He stomps around the house, closing every blind and curtain before he sits on the floor behind you. Steve wraps his arms around your body, and he rocks the two of you much slower than you had been. A steady rhythm before you even dare to speak, “Why did she scream?”

You don’t know if Steve happened to see anyone, or if it was just her instincts. There’s a reason she was yours, but you were also hers. And she immediately liked Steve, even brought him to you. It’s something you struggle with ignoring. It meant something good.

“I believe she smelled peppermint. You want to tell me about this ex?”

“He’s a bounty hunter. The best in the world, and he flourishes in winter,” your words clip off as you look up. The cabin is cast in so much darkness and shadow, and the wind roars outside. Your father clearly spoke to Jack. “There’s going to be a blizzard,” you answer with finality. “The cows and horse?”

“They were fed, and I made a covered cat walk to get to the barn earlier this winter. Nothing will stop me from getting to them. Not snow, not ice. But we’re not dealing with a normal man are we?” You shake your head no. It’s too difficult to explain everything. “Peppermint. Is it like your never ending scent of marshmallow?”

“You smell me?” Everything is caked in terror right now, but Steve can smell you. Mortals didn’t have the gift, but he smells you. That can’t be just luck or coincidence. That’s fate.

“Yeah,” he chuckles. He slides his body from behind you to in front of you. You two stare at each other, sitting on the floor like children. “It’s a very strong scent. Sometimes you smell like roasted marshmallows,” you look away from him, while your embarrassment radiates through your body. He could smell the change. Did he know what that change meant? Did he know that whenever the two of you fell asleep, and you woke up with his arm around you that your body burned for more than his arm.

You’ve tried to remain cool with him living with you because he’s been the biggest help. But simply put, you want him. You like him. You want to feel him all over your body. “What do I smell like?” A bit of pink stains his cheeks, and you look down at your lap, wondering if he’s been feeling the same way you do.

“It depends,” his brow cocks up as he looks at you with a mischievous grin. “Most of the time you smell like pine. Fresh, a bit of darkness, but also bright. But sometimes — sometimes your scent is like burning embers in a fire. That brightness is still there, but it’s smoky, and…deep,” you gulp, and Steve shuffles around on the floor. Making it no secret of adjusting himself. Surely you aren’t alone in these feelings.

“Why,” Steve clears his throat, his eyes cast down your body, staying on your neck and chest. Your body heaves with how deeply you’re breathing. “Why does one’s scent change?”

“Well,” your throat is parched, and you need a tall drink of water, or just him. You aren’t sure, but you’re not the only one uncomfortably swishing around. His scent is so heady and deep that it makes you dizzy. Your vision blurs everything out, but him. He’s more clear than you’ve ever seen him before. “Generally speaking, it’s during heated moments.”

“And what does that mean?” He smirks. Is this flirting? Is he toying with you because he wants you to be explicit about why his scent is changing?

“When,” you close your eyes softly, unable to look at him anymore because emotions are running like crazy in your mind. You try to focus on anything but the quickened beat of his heart. You’d heard about how scents of true mates mimicked one another in some way. Your dad smelled like cinnamon, and your mom like cookies. They complimented each other.

You forced yourself to believe that marshmallows and peppermint worked, but you were the warmth, and he was the cold. You are the very heart of Christmas, while he is the crystal on the trees. Steve’s scent is warm, and harmonizes with yours, and you’re terrified as to what that means.

“Holly?” He pries for more information. His body scoots ever so slightly closer.

“When your scent gets darker like that it’s usually because you’re aroused,” you look away from him quickly, but he captures your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “I’m sorry, this close proximity is getting to me. Fear is elevating it. And…”

“You don’t find me attractive?”

“I didn’t say that,” your voice is timid as you look at him, wishing you could shrivel up inside yourself. His eyes flick down to your mouth, and you forget to breathe. It was only a split second and it stole your thoughts. “You know you’re attractive.”

“To you?” You nod your head, and he inches even closer, “Breathe,” impossible. You cannot breathe currently. You’re struggling to stay afloat here. Your body screams for him, and your mind is saying there’s a blizzard outside due to Jack’s anger of needing to cut winter, and let the spring prevail. He is probably running through the woods looking for you. He’s close, but Steve is closer. “I’m right here.”

Steve holds your gaze, and you wish he’d just close the gap. Wish he would end your misery, and judging by the tightness in his pants, his own. What did you have to lose? You’d been here for months with Steve, growing to know him. And nothing happened. The most that had happened was snuggling. Giggling. Smiles. Fun. Warmth despite the cold. Home.

It’s hit you in this moment, while you missed your parents and ‘home’, you’d miss Steve even more. He is home. Wherever he is, you want to be.

“Kiss me,” you whisper because you dread the rejection that’s about to follow. Instead Steve adjusts himself to his knees. Leaning forward too slowly, “Steve?”

“I’m taking my time, but I do plan on kissing you,” he studies you from this angle and closeness. Looking at you like he’s never seen you before. Never seen anyone but you before. Everything freezes and stands still as you study him. Nothing before now mattered, and nothing else will ever matter but him. Home.

The two of you create a snow globe with this tiny little cabin. The snow may swirl around outside with Jack’s fury, but you’re safe with him. Right where you belong. Jack’s need to isolate you, made you want to truly be alone, and in that journey, you found Steve. A friend. And now…

He inhales briskly before he closes the gap. A tingle of a snowflake surges through you the moment you touch, and then your body lights up with a cozy fire. Immediately you pull him back with you as you lay down on the floor. His body hovers over you, and this just doesn’t seem enough. Months of being separated by clothes, and all you want is him all over you, and in you. Two people becoming one.

His tongue instantly brushes against your lips, and hungrily you open your mouth to grant him access. Home. You can’t explain it. It’s just a perfectly fuzzy feeling. Like Christmas morning with people you love. People that you need in your life, and you claw at the material daring to keep the two of you separated.

Howling winds beat at the doors and windows as each of you pull and tug desperately at the other's clothes. Swirling hands and arms wrestling to get each other naked. To feel him in the depths of your soul. Your hand runs up his bare chest, resting over his heart, and you take comfort in knowing his heart is bursting to get out, too.

“Are you sure?” Steve asks. Giving the two of you a moment to realize that you are as naked as the day you were born. You hadn’t even given yourself a chance to stare at the most perfect man in existence. Hadn’t even gawked at the steel rod he’s kept hidden. Has it been as hard for him these past few months as it has been for you? “We can wait.”

He tries to keep his eyes on yours, but he curiously glances over your body. Tracing the gentle curves of you, until he sees your weeping cunt, and a squeak exits his mouth. “I don’t want to,” he grips tightly to the base of his cock, and smooths it through your folds. Your mouth gapes open at the erotic feeling of his wet skin on yours. You’ve never wanted anything more.

“Steve, I want,” his hips jut forward, and the crown of his cock rests at your entrance. “I want you.”

“Shh,” he looks down between the two of you. Silently gawking at his head just kissing against your entrance. “They say when a woman really wants a man,” his mouth lifts into a smile, while yours turns into an O. Arching your back, while you look up at the ceiling. “That her body just sucks him in.”

If you didn’t see it happen or feel it, you would laugh and think he was crazy. But your cunt pulls him into you. Sucking him like a lifeline, and he sinks into your wet heat slowly. Making your body mold to him. Letting you feel every ridge of his cock, and follow the vein on the underside of his length. He doesn’t stop until he is balls deep, and the cabin rattles. Shutters trembling when he fully seats himself into you.

Your arm wraps around his neck because you’re obsessed with this feeling. The feeling of having him so close, and still it didn’t feel close enough. The lights fade in and out. The power suffering from the connection, but you still only see Steve. You see nothing but the man that changed everything.

Grunts, sniffs, snorts, howls, screams, and a world of horror rages outside your bubble, and you don’t hear the torment of Jack’s wrath. The storm of his power failing to break in, and rip the two of you apart. You don’t hear the lashing of his anger. Water immediately turns to ice. You only hear Steve’s heartbeat.

Steve pulls himself out of you, snapping his hips quickly back in place. The feeling of not being in you, torturing him to the point of a quick return. Grabbing onto his ass, you pull him more into your depths. Pleasure wraps you into a cocoon with every roll of his body into yours. Had it been so long or was this really that great? You’re guessing it is that great because immediately you're dumb off him.

Your vision is blurry with anything that doesn’t involve this moment. Hell is happening in the forest. The demons of winter come out as reinforcements for Jack, but inside is the brightness and warmth that winter can have. The Spirit of Christmas being reborn, and coming into its own power. Sobbing out his name when a crash of lightning rockets the most intense pleasure in your body, and Steve halts his movements to stare at you.

“What was that?” He smiles down at you.

“I wanna ride you,” you knew Steve was a strong man, but the ability he has to lift you up without leaving your warmth. He walks you over to the couch. Sitting down, and immediately you start bouncing on him. Bringing his hands to your chest, letting him knead the spheres, while you ride him. Pressing your forehead against his. Breathing in his smoky scent. Fusing the two of you together for all eternity.

Breathing so deeply you see stars, and you crash your lips into his like your life depends on it. Swallowing all his moans, and all his sweet pleasure. Because each of you owns that. You’re claiming the other’s euphoria as your own.

“Son of a bitch!” Jack curses. Looking up to the sky when another crash of lighting lights up the cabin and your silhouette. “Such a fucking whore!” He kicks a tree, knocking it down to the forest floor. Bringing other trees with it, creating so much chaos, and you don’t falter your movements. You hear nothing.

“No! Nonononono!!!”

His eyes turn to pure ice. Gathering up all the cold he can muster until a figure lands in front of him, punching him in the chest. “That’s enough of that,” he cracks his neck as he looks to the cabin. Another round of lightning illuminating the two of you.

“You get off on watching your ex? I’m sure her father wouldn’t think too kindly of this temper tantrum.”

“Why are you here?” Jack grunts, and crawls out of the snowflakes. He glares at the head of the soldiers of winter. He’d known where you were all along. Of course he did.

“Well, I am her personal bodyguard, and your time is up. You’ve extended winter, were told to cut it out, and now you’re sorely pissing me off by making this storm, and more damn snow. She doesn’t realize you’re even out here, you know why, don’t cha?” Jack glares up at the tall soldier. His eyes are nearly as icy and cold as his own.

“There’s nothing you can do now. You chased her right into the arm of her mate,” it’s the very thing Jack has been refusing to admit. To see. The reason he was trying to break into the cabin, and stop this foolishness. You belonged to him, and instead, just like the whore you were, were spreading your legs for an idiot.

“He’s a mortal!” Jack growls. He bounces up, and stands nose to nose with the soldier. “He’s nothing. He’s not good enough for her! She belongs to me, and I will destroy him!”

“Are you threatening the Spirit of Christmas’ mate?” Jack doesn’t back down, but the soldier sees in his eyes the fear. “You’re already on probation. You were supposed to return north.”

“And what about her!” He shouts, and it isn’t lighting that lights up the house, but something else entirely. A warm glow encapsulates you and Steve, and the soldier grimaces as both of you scream out in pleasure. And the glow remains, and all anyone can see is you two sharing breaths.

“It’s done. You can’t fake that, and he’s not ready. They have seasons to get through. And nowhere does it say she belongs north. You do. So get your ass back where it belongs, and deal with your consequences. She wasn’t ever for you. You dulled her light. You were with her for years, and never could produce an heir. Because she wasn’t yours!”

“You’re playing the old man’s politics again, soldier. It doesn’t look good on you,” Jack cocks up an eyebrow, but the soldier knocks him again, sending him to the icy floor. “Would you stop?” Jack had forgotten how deadly the soldier could be.

“Go home.”

“I don’t want to. I have business to attend to.”

“Go home!”

“She is mine!”

“She’s been fucking claimed, you creep. Do you see that glow? Do you see the two of them wrapped in it? If you stayed in contact with the boss you would have known,” the soldier looks back to the cabin, and still that glow radiates around the two of you. Growing brighter. Warmer.

Jack rolls his eyes as he starts to walk deeper into the woods. “The fucking cat again?”

“She’s not an ordinary cat. You hate her because she’s never liked you. Kris just tolerated you because he thought you made Holly happy. And you’re not walking that way,” Jack freezes, and spins around to glare at him. “You’re coming directly with me. The boss wants a private word with you, and I’d meet with him. You’d hate to be demoted. Again.”

Jack’s full arm points towards the cabin. Annoyed that the soldier is ignoring you laying down with a mere mortal. Hadn’t even let him slip out of you. The two of you were sickeningly just staring at each other, “Now that you’re gone, those two will have some peace and quiet, and she can go outside, and enjoy the snowflakes, like she’s supposed to,” Jack grunts again, but the soldier grabs his arm roughly, and they disappear with a flicker.

You tremble in Steve’s arms, but his soothing hands on your back calm you slightly. That was new. All of it was new. Like you’d never had sex before. Nothing has ever been or felt like that, “That was magical,” he pants, looking across your glistening skin. He starts ghosting his lips over your shoulder. Looking so beautiful, the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen.

You should tell him. You should tell him everything, but you can’t. You’re terrified that he will run. You just need more time. Let him see you in your element. Unafraid of the outdoors. Missy meows loudly, and you jerk your head towards her. He was gone. But he was here. Lifting up Steve’s hands to your mouth, you kiss his knuckles, “Winter’s over.”

“Holly it was brewing a blizzard earlier. Winter isn’t over.”

“If you say so,” you know deep down inside of you that winter is over. He’d returned. Somehow you just know that this snow wouldn’t last. By tomorrow afternoon, you’d see a patch of earth, maybe even some green. His power couldn’t hold the winter any longer. It had overstayed its welcome, and now spring can prevail. And you can join Steve outside tomorrow. A new adventure awaits.

“How does this work?” He asks, kissing around your neck, and you hum in question. “Are you on anything? Are we taking a gamble here?”

“Are you asking about pregnancy?”

“Yeah,” he looks up at you confused, and you give him a sweet smile. “I’m not opposed, but it’s very early,” you couldn’t tell him that your window with pregnancy was during a true winter. While not impossible, it is extremely unlikely to happen.

“I’m not, but after this time, maybe we should be more careful,” you see what he’s thinking. He didn’t have a supply of condoms with him. “Just pull out. I trust you,” you pull him in for a sweet kiss, you’d never tire of this.

“Are you worried about your ex?” You shake your head no. Jack could never hurt you again. Well, almost never. At least his powers would be drained until next winter. “Are you going to come outside and build a snowman with me tomorrow?”

“He’ll probably be a teeny tiny snowman,” you didn’t have the heart to tell him that snow outside was not going to last. You didn’t want to terrify the man. Leave him with more questions before he ever works through his feelings with you.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and you smile, kissing him as you answer yes. “Okay. Me, too.”

And everything would be okay. Everything is going to be okay.

“You girls stay away from the cows!” Steve yells over to Mistletoe and Sugar Cookie. Giving the two of them a disapproving look because Missy wants to play. He clears his throat when the stubborn cat takes another step towards the cows.

“Steve,” you giggle trying to pull him back down to the blanket. “Just sit back down. Leave them alone. The cows enjoy the attention,” you always let them get away with everything. “Here. What do you think of this?”

“Everything you make tastes delicious,” he says with a grunt, falling down onto the blanket, but more importantly onto you. Your cheeks heat up with unashamed happiness as he starts nipping on your neck. His body crawls more on top of you, and you playfully try to get him off.

“Steve! We’ve got to eat.”

“Mmm, I’d rather be eating you.”

“I’m sure you would,” your voice darkens, and Steve jumps off you. Sitting up straight, and starts to pick at the fruit in the picnic basket. “No, that's not fair!”

“If you don’t want me to eat you, then I’ll eat these grapes. I can think of something so much sweater,” he’d been insatiable. So had you. You wanted to try and get some fresh air that didn’t include washing the sheets again.

You groan, falling onto the blanket, and in his lab. “What cha doing?” He asks, looking more like a schoolboy than the sex fiend he is. As much as you love winter and the snow, seeing Steve’s arms exposed in that stupidly tight shirt, and his freckles start to pop out over his nose is amazing. You’ve loved the seasons for their own beauty, but Steve is adding to that beauty. He is beautiful.

You discover something new about him everyday. Every hour, you learn a new story of his, or find a mark on his body, a new move he’s used on you, a new way to make him climax, a new facial expression when you tell a corny joke. It didn’t matter, you just wanted to soak every part of him up. So much newness and you thought you were learning about him when you were just friends in a cabin.

“Winter would have been miserable without you,” he pops another grape into his mouth before he looks down at you. “I’m serious.”

“Are you talking about me or my cock?” You roll your eyes at him. Did he seriously forget the months that you were just cuddling?

“You’re such a teenager! I am talking about you,” his cheeks turn rosy as he looks across the property, avoiding your gaze, and you can’t look at the beauty here, because you’re struck on him. He is far more beautiful than any forest.

“Stop staring,” he giggles, staring down the road that leads to his cabin that he’s never returned to. Well, to stay in. The two of you did bring his clothes here. “I think we should go visit your folks,” he says nonchalantly. Still refusing to meet your eyes. He’s so embarrassed, and it’s adorable.

“I don’t know if you’re ready to meet them.”

“Why not?” He looks down at you accusatory. “I’m fun. And cute. And you love — spending time with me,” holy shit. He knows. He knows but is afraid to say it. It’s more endearing in a way. “Why?”

“It’s complicated. My dad is kinda famous.”

“A famous delivery man? Okay. So you’re not ashamed of me?” You gasp, clutching your nonexistent pearls. “Okay, I’ll take that as you’re not ashamed. So when do I get to meet them?”

“You really want to?” He gives a smile, nodding his head as he lifts you up from his lap. Holding you almost like a doll as he kisses your lips over and over again. “Okay okay! But you have to have an open mind, and you can’t judge. Judging kills the — essence.”

“I don’t even know what that means.”

“My dad kinda runs on people believing in him,” you cringe, trying to come up with a way to explain things. It’d probably work best with actually seeing it. Everyone believes when they see. “But he does tend to hibernate in spring. Maybe…maybe in fall? Give him some time to get ahead for the winter season.”

“I like these riddles,” he starts kissing you again. Pulling you on top of him as he lays back, his head in the grass and not on the blanket. “He’s a delivery man, he hibernates in spring, Christmas is his biggest season but it’s everyone’s in retail, he needs you to believe him so his ego must be a bit broken, and you flourish in winter. I get why you call yourself the Spirit of Christmas,” he had no idea…

And you didn’t call yourself that. That was a title bestowed to you. But for the first time in your life, you feel like you deserve it. The joy that wraps around your heart with just the simplest of acts makes you feel all warm and fuzzy. Like roasting the most decadent marshmallows.

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Arthur Christmas (2011)

It’s not too late for audiences to recognize Arthur Christmas as a holiday classic and I’m happy to help make it happen. Earnest, clever, funny and memorable - all without stepping on the toes of other yuletide staples - it’s a solid pick to keep the whole family entertained.

When Arthur Christmas (voiced by James McAvoy), son of  the current Santa, Malcolm Christmas (Jim Broadbent), realizes his father has missed a child on Christmas Eve, he is determined to bring her the bike she asked for. Unfortunately, Santa is too tired to venture out again and Arthur’s older brother, Steven (Hugh Laurie), is too focused on the 99.99% success rate he helped achieve to care. Despite the family’s objections, Arthur, Grandsanta (voiced by Bill Nighy) and elf Bryony (Ashley Jensen) of the Wrapping Division decide to venture out, determined to get the little girl her bicycle.

I should clarify certain aspects of this film’s mythology before going further. Here, the title of “Santa Claus” has been passed down from father to son for generations. There used to be flying reindeer but they’ve been replaced by a flying saucer-like high-tech sleigh. To make it around the world without being detected, Santa depends on his legion of elves. He depends on them a little bit too much, in fact. The current Santa, now on his 70th mission, is a figurehead. Steven handles nearly every aspect of the delivery. He’s the prodigy while Arthur is the screw-up everyone prays will stay out of the way on the big night. The movie is about his family - and the audience - realizing that despite all his faults, Arthur might actually be more qualified than anyone else to be Santa Claus.

Adults will latch onto Arthur in no time. They'll see that his determination to make the Holiday right for everyone, to look past percentages of gifts delivered and to fudge the ratio of naughty to niceness when necessary, embodies the true spirit of December 25th. The question is whether he has what it takes to accomplish his mission before the sun rises in Trelew, Cornwall and little Gwen wakes up to look for the bicycle she asked for. Even if he doesn't, the fact that he’s trying means you’re cheering for him with every once of yuletide spirit you’ve got. His underdog status and tendency to get in over his head means the kids will relate as well. They'll know right away the bureaucratic mentality that's seeping into the North Pole is wrong.

Arthur gives the film an inherent sweetness and earnestness. He also brings many laughs. Basically dragged along for the ride by his eccentric grandfather, the two get into all sorts of mishaps around the world as they navigate over big cities and oceans while trying to remain incognito. It’s a lot of semi-episodic gags but they all work and in between, there are great bits of character development. We learn that there’s a lot more to this magical family than we first suspected.

From Aardman Animation (their second computer-generated film after “Flushed Away”), this is a great-looking movie with the same attention to detail that would’ve gone into one of their claymation productions. All of the gadgets the elves use to complete their missions, the huge variety of environments the sleigh finds itself in, little gags that didn’t need to be there but were inserted because someone on the design team had a great idea - like Steven’s Christmas tree-shaped goatee - mean there’s always something to see in each frame.

Every year, we get a new batch of family Holiday movies “just because”. These have no lasting power, no clever ideas and no reason to exist except to add to the pile of “new content” on the various platforms we’re subscribed to. Instead of gambling on that new release, go find Arthur Christmas. While it didn’t necessarily bomb at the box office, its receipts tell me you probably didn’t see it, which means there’s no better time to rectify that mistake than now. (On Blu-ray, December 23, 2021)

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Those Glowing, Magickal Years - the story so far...

As some of you know, this fic will cover every year at Watford. Rather than publish as a chapter is ready, I will treat each year like a TV series. Once a year is fully written, I will publish chapters on a weekly schedule. Then there will be a break while I finalise the next year.

To make things easier for those reading along, this post includes a brief synopsis of what's happened in the fic so far. It will update as the fic updates. You can find this below the cut.

Thank you everyone who has patiently waited and continues reading along! You are all treasures

Year 1

Simon and Baz both start getting settled into Watford, being nuisances to each other. Not long after the term starts, the Mage tells Baz that he knows he’s a vampire. Baz denies it and refuses the Mage’s offer to help source blood. Simon is struggling with his learning, but little achievements (like calling the Sword of Mages) give him hope.

Baz’s fangs drop over Christmas, and he struggles with bloodlust and hunting. One night, while he tries catching animals in the Wavering Wood, he stumbles upon a shack. A dragon appears and attacks, and Baz runs and hides. Simon and the Mage appear, and Simon saves the day by going off. The Mage finds a scared Baz and offers again to help him. Baz accepts. Simon gets lost in the wood and attacked by gristletoe, and is saved by Ebb.

Simon is making friends, but is upset to learn he is going back to the care homes over summer, thinking its because he's a failure. Paindeer attack and he defeats them by going off, leaving him feeling heroic. 

The Mage is providing bagged blood to Baz in secret, and helping him better understand what it means to be a vampire. Baz is learning how to control his fangs. However, the Mage doesn’t know everything and many mysteries remain. When Baz goes home for the summer, he asks his father to provide bagged blood.

Year 2

Baz is eager to return to Watford, where he knows he can talk to the Mage about being a vampire. He’s feeling less comfortable with the rivalry between the Old Families and the Mage. He doesn’t fully trust the Mage, but it’s hard to deny the man is helping him.

Simon is assigned The Odyssey by the Mage, but finds it impenetrable. Baz remarks he should instead read about The Hero’s Journey. Simon promptly starts using it as a self-help book. When Baz hears Simon and Penny arguing about how the Hero’s Journey applies to Simon, he decides to step in and help.

Over Christmas break, the Mage takes Simon to a cottage in Wales and tries to perform a ritual to improve Simon's control of his magic. Baz has his debut at the club, where he mentions to Lady Ruth that the Mage isn't so bad.

Counting sheep start feeding on the dreams of sleeping people. Baz teams up with Simon to help defeat them. It's decided that everyone must stay awake for 36 hours so the sheep get hungry and leave. While staying awake, Simon tells Baz to stop pretending to be his enemy and just be friends. Then, Agatha falls asleep, and Simon and Baz enter her dreams to rescue her.

They fight their way from Simon's dream to Dev's dream, then to Agatha's dream. While trying to summon a weapon, Baz's fangs accidentally pop out, but Simon just thinks they're call. In Agatha's dream, they all get swamped by counting sheep, and Simon saves the day by going off.

When Baz sees Fiona during the summer holidays, she challenges him about his rumoured closeness to the Mage. He tells her the Mage is the only one who helps him with his vampirism. In an attempt to win Baz back and outdo the Mage, she introduces him to 'Nicky' so he can ask questions. Baz doesn't want to betray the Mage, so tells Fiona he'll try to find out where Simon came from

[alteration-au]

The Mistletoe-Incident (1)

Christmas is a peaceful time to spend with your family.

Too bad that someone decided to steal all the mistletoes and use them to fix some relationships.

There’s no better excuse for a kiss than a mistletoe after all.

Unfortunately, a kiss doesn’t fix everything.

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Please do not question why everyone is alive.

It’s just a Christmas miracle.

Silent night

“I can’t believe that you want to let her get away with this.”

“I am not.”, Reginald narrowed his eyes at Carol “I said I will leave that to Sven. As her father it is his responsibility to care for Harriet. You know, like any parent should.”

Carol glared back at that obvious jab at her own character and growled “Do not start that again, Copperbottom…”

“I would never start anything, Cross… Contrary to you I have respect and empathy for certain people.”

While Reginald and Carol were staring at each other intense enough to spark a fire between them, one of said certain people was on the opposite side of the table, holding his head in his hands. Right Hand Man was sitting next to him, keeping an eye on the situation, ready to step in when necessary.

After a moment of just staring, Carol huffed “You act as if I’ve never cared about him.”

“When did you ever care about him?”, Reginald cut her off before she could answer “As a mother, not as a self-absorbed superior talking to a recruit. You would’ve never even told him who you were if Terry wouldn’t have come back.”

“Why did it matter? Burt was doing perfectly fine on his own.”, now it was her turn to talk over his response “If it was so important, why did you never tell him? Shouldn’t you have been his ‘uncle’?”

“It wasn’t my place to tell him, or anybody else for that matter. He’s your son, not mine.”, Reginald crossed his arms and looked at her with one eyebrow raised “Would you have preferred to be outed as an uncaring parent right then and there? I’m sure that would’ve gotten you a lot of respect from our members, especially the ones around his age.”

Carol smiled in a manner that was more reminiscent of an animal baring its teeth as a last warning “I was and am an elite, Copperbottom. They have to respect me. They cannot question my authority.”

“Well, maybe I should’ve demoted you then.”, Reginald gave a very similar smile back “And might I add… Among those who ‘cannot question your authority’ is the third in command of the entire clan, the heads of communication and accounting, an elite who’s wiring a lot of money to-.”

Finally, Carol snapped “None of them were anything back then!” She glared across the table “Are you just going to let him talk to me like that?!”

It was silent for a moment, bringing a smug look to Reginald’s and a dark shade of red to Carol’s face.

Until Terrence groaned and leaned back in his chair so far, he almost fell over backwards, before taking his hands off his face. “One day… One day is too much to ask of you… Wipe that shit-eating-grin off your face, Reg.”

Reginald leaned back in his own chair and looked at Right Hand Man, who just looked back with confirmation that this had indeed not gone in his favor. “Little bit too far, Reg…”

It hadn’t gone in Carol’s favor either, despite what she seemed to assume with her arrogant smile. Terrence continuing made that very clear. “And you shut up. I don’t want either of you to talk the way you do to each other or to me or Wright or anybody.” He gestured to the closed door to their room and the half-finished Christmas decorations. “I asked both of you to have at least one time during this month where we could at least act like a halfway functional family. And you both agreed! Hattie stealing decorations or Sven and Burt being stuck in their offices for longer than planned is not what is ruining this evening.”

Carol and Reginald went from looking at Terrence to side glaring at each other again, which did nothing to better the ex-Chief’s mood. “It’s you two and your constant… I don’t even know anymore!”

Right Hand Man raised his hand, maybe to calmingly pat the younger man’s back, but Terrence got up and walked over to the wall to lean against it, bringing some distance between himself and the two others.

“… You are adults… You’re supposed to be better than me. I’m the one with the bad temper. How is it me who’s having splitting headaches every time we’re in a room together?!”

Reginald at least had the decency to look like he felt bad; not for anything he said to Carol, just for agitating his friend.

Carol still needed to double down “Well, maybe if you wouldn’t allow your ‘best friend’ to disrespect your wife we wouldn’t-”

“I don’t care! You can disrespect each other as much as you want. I disrespect you as the mother of my child, but I love you as my wife. Do you know how fucking tired I am off all of this?!” Terrence was boiling and Right, ignoring a “Don’t encourage him.” from his husband, grabbed one of the wine bottles from the table and held it out for Terrence to take. The brunet looked at it for a moment before snatching it and smashing it against the wall.

While Terrence was breathing heavy and staring at the mess he had just made Right turned around to Carol and Reginald “Anything else to say?”

Carol shook her head, eyes full of disdain, while Reginald decided to try and be diplomatic “We… I am sorry, Terrence. Maybe we can all cool off and meet up tomorrow?”

Terrence looked from the puddle of wine over to him, now seeming more tired than angry. “… No.”

Reginald’s smile faltered and Carol raised her voice “No? You hounded me to do this and now you don’t want to go through with it?”

“I’m sick of both of you!”, Terrence pointed the broken off bottle neck first at her, then at Reginald and then at the door behind them “I’d rather spend the rest of the month with whoever comes in next than with any of you two!”

He most likely expected Burt or maybe Sven to be that person, since they were the only ones missing from their planned dinner. Aside from Hattie, who was still hiding away with the whole airship’s supply of mistletoes. But, unbeknownst to any of them, Sven and Burt had been held up in an incident. Coincidentally involving mistletoes. So they weren’t the next people to enter the room. In fact, the next person to enter was the least helpful in this situation.

There was a knock and, when nobody inside answered, Randy just opened the door. “Hey, I heard you yelling from down the hall. Everything alright?”

Terrence just stared at him for a moment. With the Santa-hat pulled over his pink top hat and miniature Christmas lights wrapped around the whole construct plus the armful of full sized Christmas lights he was carrying he looked a lot sillier than anyone else in the room. Noticing the glass shards pointed at him, he took a closer look at all the people present “I’ll… take that as a ‘No’.”

Instead of actually answering Terrence let the bottle neck fall to the ground before burying his face in his hands again and leaning back against the wall.

Everyone in the room knew how much of a headache Terrence’s feelings towards Randy caused him. In addition to the conflicting feelings towards his wife, he would rather jump off the airship again than actually deal with them. Carol meanwhile would definitely prefer if Randy accidentally fell off.

“We’re fine, thank you.” Carol got up to shut the door in Randy’s face, but he pushed back.

“I just checked, and you aren’t the one looking like contemplating life right now.” He said it with a cheery smile, but Carol knew she was on the verge of another staring match. Randy wouldn’t leave without checking on his friend.

She took a deep breath before letting go of the door and Randy didn’t waste much time to move past her without another word. He could feel her staring daggers in his back, but at this point he was used to that.

“Your family dinner plans didn’t go so well, huh?” Randy leaned against the wall next to Terrence and looked from him over to Right and Reginald.

At this point Reginald looked just pained and contemplated on what to say to their sons once they showed up so Right answered “I’d say it went as expected.” Now the redhead couldn’t help but smirk “But you actually showed up at the perfect moment.”

Randy tilted his head “How so?”

Terrence banged the back of his head against the wall while Right explained “Terry just decided he’d spend the rest of the month with the next person coming in.”

Randy blinked a few times and glanced over at Carol. If looks could kill, he should be dropping dead right now. Then he smiled brightly and turned to Terrence “Sounds fun. I’ll still have a lot of decorating to do, but maybe we could watch a few movies. Like old times.” He paused and chuckled “Well, not exactly. The boys probably are too old for movie nights with their dads by now.”

“You weren’t supposed to be here.” Carol growled from next to the door, just loud enough for Randy to barely hear her. Quiet enough for him to reasonably ignore her.

Terrence didn’t react to it specifically either. He just sighed and crossed his arms, stepping away from the wall “Just… I need a break… Okay?”

“I mean… I’m sure we can arrange that too.” Randy walked the few steps to stay next to him and looked at Reginald “Doesn’t the clan have a few safe houses where-.”

“You won’t go anywhere with him!” Everyone looked at Carol who, in addition to her yelling, slammed the door shut, as if she expected Randy to snatch her husband and run away.

Reginald was the first one to speak, a lot more obviously angry than before “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Carol?!”

Carol completely ignored him and just gave Randy a death glare “Terrence is my husband. I decide where and with who we are spending this holiday. Not you!”

Randy looked back at her for a moment before wordlessly raising his hand and, without even looking at him, placing it on top of Terrence’s hat. And Carol looked like she was about to explode. “Seriously, girl…” Randy pulled his hand back and placed both on his hips instead. “You’re in your forties and this insecure about your relationship?” He pushed up his glasses, as far as his hat allowed it “Are you really this bad at giving your husband a reason to love you? To look past all your flaws, how he’s always done in the past? Has it really gotten this bad?”

Carol was shaking “How dare you…” but Randy wasn’t finished “I never said anything about going with him. All I meant is that he could get away from here and only bring the people he wants to spend time with right now. Maybe his son? Maybe Reginald? I don’t know if he wants me to be there. That’s his decision. Not mine. And not yours.”

Reginald was always filled with an anger that had been built up for decades, and he very much tended to act like it and shout back at Carol, just like she shouted at him. Contrary to that, and a bit to his usual behavior regarding anything else, Randy stayed calm. He didn’t yell back and his eyes weren’t filled with fury and disdain. Just stern and disapproving.

Their tense stare down was interrupted however.

First by the vent cover above Randy and Terrence suddenly clattering to the ground, just missing them. There was barely any time to react to it before something that looked like a piece of shrubbery fell out of the vent, accompanied by two different voices cursing and hands trying to catch and pull it back up. They were partially successful in pulling most of it back into the vent, but more than enough still landed on the two ex-Chief’s heads. Judging by the noises, whoever was in the vent was quickly retreating to wherever they had come from.

There weren’t many candidates for who it could be.

Everyone in the room was too baffled to do anything for a few moments. Eventually Randy pulled on one of the twigs that had gotten tangled in his hat decorations “Mistletoes?”

Terrence still stayed standing like he had through Randy’s whole speech, arms less crossed and more hugging himself and staring at the table. Randy just took it upon himself to get the romanticized plant off of them. Reginald and Right both got up and while Reginald rounded the table to check on them, Right picked up the vent cover. He knew very well who had been in that vent and they would get an ear full after this.

Feeling Carol glare at him again, Randy huffed “Are you really-.” Terrence suddenly pushing him and Reginald aside and storming off interrupted him. There were still enough mistletoes for Terrence’s hat to stay stuck and some of the twigs getting caught in his hair when he pulled away. Carol tried to stop him at the door, but for once didn’t receive any special treatment and was caught off guard enough by that to just topple over from the shove.

He didn’t look back and just slammed the door behind him.

Next

[mzannthropy]

Rewatched Cinderella 1950,and now I'm imagining a Camibilly Cinderella au. Instead of two evil stepsisters, Nicky's an evil stepbrother.

That's the Disney old animated one, right? @jesstasticvoyage omg this reminds of that article last year that suggested Sam for a prince in a potential live action Disney (sometimes you find some good articles on Sam, even when they're not written by me). He did play a prince charming character, William in Snow White and the Huntsman (my beloved. If William has one fan it's me, if he has zero fans, I'm dead), which is a darker take on the fairytale and he's not there as much as he should be, imo, bc, I suspect, they had Chris Hemsworth in his early Thor days so ofc they focused on him (tbf, he is the titular huntsman). Then, and I'm the only person who will tell you this: if you close one eye and squint with the other, Philip in Pirates of the Caribbean On Stranger Tides is a near thing to a prince, though he's a priest/missionary. If you just take out his story with the mermaid, it has something in common with the little mermaid tale. (This long introduction serves no purpose other than satisfying my urge to ramble about Sam Claflin, but you enter the blog of a Sam Claflin fan at your own risk). Okay, grab a snack bc I'm really into this idea!

I’ve always liked Cinderella, my mum used to read me a lot of fairytales when I was a child. I’ve not seen the Disney version until I was about 9 (I grew up in communism so we didn’t have Disney, it all arrived after the revolution.) Personally I prefer the 2015 live action one. But the Cinderella film that is really my Cinderella is Three Wishes for Cinderella (1973), a Czech/East German production. It’s considered a Christmas film bc it features a lot of snow and it’s always shown on TV during Christmas time. Norwegians did a remake in 2021 but it didn’t seem to meet with much love. (And rightly so, it’s like remaking Princess Bride. It just should not be done.) A actress named Camila has played a Cinderella—Camila Cabello. There was a lot to like about her version, but I felt it was kinda too self aware and besides, they should have just made it gay. Ever After, otoh, is outstandingly good. (This paragraph serves no purpose other than letting me go on about Cinderella, but you enter a blog of a person who rambles a lot on your own risk.)

I think Cinderella having an evil stepbrother instead of evil stepmother and stepsisters is a good choice, it’s something new. So we imagine Camila in the Cinderella role, all the parents/step-parents dead and Nicky as the stepbrother who lords over the manor and mistreats everyone. Camila can hold her own against Nicky, but she is cautious about setting him off too much bc she is worried he will hurt people she cares about, like all the tenants that live on their grounds. Camila has always been caring towards all of them, when their children got ill, for example, she would go to this herbalist and buy herbs and made them tea, etc. Karen is the steward’s daughter and Camila’s bestie.

Daisy is a young bard who wanders the kingdoms with her lute and sings songs of princesses and knights and dragons and all that kinda stuff. She is very popular wherever she turns up.

Billy is the king, who has just ascended to the throne after the death of his father. He had a strained relationship with his father, bc he used to cheat on his mum, whom Billy was very close to. She has died too and Billy has been a somewhat bitter young man. Teddy Price is the loyal king’s advisor and a better father figure to Billy than his own dad ever was. Rod Reyes is the captain of the guards. Graham is a young knight who lives at the court and is Billy’s bestie. They go riding and hunting together. One day in the woods they meet a young lady rider, who is totally not impressed by Billy, king or no king, she is like, I should think someone in your position should have better manners, YOUR MAJESTY. Billy can’t believe the impertinence but Graham is ROFL-ing at it. The young lady rider is ofc our Camila, but Billy doesn’t know who she is. (Going with the Three Wishes and 2015 versions of Cinderella, also Kate and Anthony of Bridgerton meet cute.)

As with any Cinderella adaptation, a ball is organised where the prince king is to meet his future wife. Billy wants it done and over with, bc he supposes he needs a queen and heirs, but Teddy has a talk with him about how marriage needs to be a mutual respect and understanding, even when it comes to kings, but Billy retorts that it wasn’t like that with his parents. Teddy tells him it doesn’t have to be like that with him.

The young king’s mood is not improved by a conflict with a neighbouring kingdom. Their princess has gone missing, right under the nose of the regent, Eddie. The two kingdoms were always at loggerheads (over a piece of land or resources, pick whatever you like) and it’s only gone worse. There’s even a threat of war, but luckily their foreign affairs minister, Warren, manages to calm the matters down with his amazing diplomacy skills. He and Billy’s kingdom foreign affairs minister, Lisa, find an understanding—in more ways than one, lololol.

Billy meets Camila again in the woods, this time they’re friendlier to each other. She apologises to him for her previous behaviour, bc she really shouldn’t be like that with her king, but he says he deserved it. He asks her who she is but she rides away without telling him. Billy can’t stop thinking about her.

The day of the ball approaches. Nicky won’t hear of Camila going to the ball and locks her in her quarters. This is when the Fairy Godmother Simone enters the scene. You know the drill. Karen is coming to the ball too, bc the palace also has another ballroom for the middle classes, and that’s where Karen goes. Karen’s dad, the steward, is driving them to the palace in a carriage (not pumpkin-shaped, that’s a Disney invention. It’s normal carriage.)

The ball takes place, Camila and Billy meet there so he finally knows who she is and they dance together, yadda yadda. Midnight strikes, but they keep dancing, bc we’re adults here. Also, it turns out Simone is actually the lady who organised the ball, she was friends with the late queen, she just side hustles as a Fairy Godmother. Also that herbalist that Camila has been buying from is her gf Bernie. That’s how Simone knew Camila was good and deserved her help.

Graham takes a peak into the other ballroom, likes it better, dances with Karen and falls for her. Now, you know how much it matters to me that Karen ended up single on DJATS, but I don’t object to her and Graham together in an AU, so here you have it.

Camila explains the situation with Nicky and tells Billy she doesn’t want to abandon her people bc they need her, so she can’t marry him. Billy is determined to sort the situation out. He comes to their manor the next day and has it out with Nicky, who ends up falling head first into a horse manure and everyone sees it and laughs at him. Nicky has no choice but to leave the kingdom in disgrace. The manor then can be managed by the steward and Camila and Billy can get married.

The problems with the neighbouring kingdom don’t just go away, Lisa and Warren only managed a temporary peace. But this, too, gets solved one day when their princess returns. Sure enough, this is Daisy, who has been LARPing as a bard by way of running away from her responsibilities. But seeing king Billy mature in such a way (bc she was in his kingdom just when all of the above was happening) inspired her to get her own shit together. She says sorry to Eddie for tricking him like that, but he is just relieved that she’s home and safe. The two kingdoms sign a treaty and all is well.

Oh and also Rod came with Billy that day Billy went to Camila’s place to confront Nicky and he met Karen’s dad the steward, who is a widower, and they fell in love. Everybody’s coupled up and happy, and isn’t that what fairytales are all about?

Bonus: Actually. Not that anyone asked but. I do have an OC whose faceclaim is Sam and who is a prince. I never found a faceclaim for his love interest, but she is someone who is the type like Camila Morrone. So I just decided it's her. These character have lived in my head for a long time, though I've so far written only one short piece with them which is posted on my writing blog. Link. Maybe this ask is not the place to talk about my OC, but you enter the blog of a writer on your own risk. (Feel free to ignore!)

[whumpitlikeyoumeanit]

June of Doom 2

@juneofdoom Day 2: Scream | Forced to Watch

(( child whumpee / parental whumper / abusive parent / magic whump / cruciatus curse / bloody injury / forced to kill / reluctant whumper / fantasy racism / Muggle torture ))

fandom: Harry Potter whumpee: Lucius Malfoy age 11 / random Muggle whumper: Abraxas Malfoy / Lucius Malfoy / Pureblood side characters words: 1100

The Muggle screamed, a horrifying broken sound as he writhed in the frosty grass. Nearly a dozen wizards were loosely circled around him, lit only by a full moon that seemed huge. 

Lucius had never been allowed to witness the Christmas Muggle hunt before, except from his bedroom window, and that didn't really convey the visceral realities of it. He'd never seen the Cruciatus curse up close before. It was only a Muggle, but it was still unsettling, all those screams. Watching the way he clawed at the earth and pulled his fingernails up, and his limbs twisted around at bizarre angles. His back arched up so sharply it looked like it would snap, and his eyes were just… blank. 

The screaming cut off as Black ended the curse. The Muggle collapsed, twitching and gurgling wetly. Some of the other wizards were talking amongst themselves, with their pipes or drinks. Some didn't even have their wands out. It was like they didn't actually care.

He watched quietly, trying to fit in with that and take his cue from them, and especially from his father. His father was hardly paying attention, talking with old Macmillan about a Ministry job he was going to set him up for now that the Mudblood Minister was out. That was so normal. 

He should just be normal.

He looked back at the Muggle, reminding himself it was just a Muggle. Basically an animal. He'd been practising curses on animals for years.

"Go on, boy," Lestrange said. He had his younger son there with them, the next youngest person there after Lucius; he had just left school. It was his first time, too. He'd been at some of the parties before, but not the hunt afterward. 

Rodolphus smirked and lazily waved his wand with a silent spell, so that chains leapt into being and bound the Muggle tightly. "Flagrante."

Lucius knew that curse — it made things unimaginably hot. He didn't see the use at first, though, and there wasn't any change he could see. Then the Muggle started screaming in high, desperate shrieks, jerking around, and the sizzling and the smell of cooking meat answered for themselves. It was the chains that were burning. They scorched through the Muggle clothes and dug red and crispy black streaks into his skin. The smell was revolting… It made the brandy he'd been given to drink sit badly in his stomach, and he looked away uncomfortably, twisting his wand in his hand. 

His father caught his eyes, and he immediately dropped his to the ground.

Not enough. A wave of Father's wand ended those curses, and then he cast a general healing spell that covered over the burns and silenced the screaming into choked sobbing breaths. "Lucius hasn't had the opportunity," his father suggested. It wasn't a suggestion.

"He is just eleven, isn't he?" Nott pointed out. A couple of the adults had a look about them.

"Twelve tomorrow. Old enough to be a man." 

Lucius lifted his chin defiantly. They didn't think he could do it? They should know better than to underestimate a Malfoy. He settled his wand in his hand firmly, wiping a little sweat from his palm, and looked down at the Muggle.

What should he do? Most of the curses he'd practised seemed very childish now. Silencing or freezing or binding jinxes that would be useless on someone who was already prisoner. 

The Muggle's wide eyes darted around in a panic, seemingly only semi-intelligent. An animal fighting on instinct. That was pathetic.

But those eyes caught his and fixed on him, pleading, full of desire if not true sapience. That seemed to settle in his stomach, like the drink and the smell, making it roil. 

How dare he? Just a Muggle, how dare he make him feel low? He had no right! He slashed his wand down. "Exoculo!" he said firmly with intense focus, and a gash raked sideways across the Muggle's face, across both eyes, spraying blood and clear fluid. The man — no, the Muggle — screamed again and jerked back in the grass, trying to get away from him. 

Why didn't he feel any better? He'd taught the creature a lesson and made him stop looking, but his stomach was still twisting and his hands were still sweating. He really was going to be sick… 

Some of the wizards laughed, and Black clapped his shoulder. "Precocious," he praised. "I only hope my boys take to magic like this."

That felt a little better. At least he could ignore the sick feeling.

"I'm sure they will; all it takes is the right environment," his father said, and glanced at the Muggle trying to crawl away. "Let's wrap this us and retire, shall we? You know the Killing Curse, Lucius?"

He wasn't so certain about this. He did know it, he knew what it was, but that wasn't the same… But he did. "Yes, sir." He glanced at his father to make sure that was the right answer, and it was.

"You're not saying he already knows those, Malfoy," Nott insisted. Now he looked actually uncomfortable.

"What are you waiting for?" Father instructed him. 

He knew the theory, but not practically… But that was all he really needed, right? He could make it work if he had to. He took a deep breath and pointed his wand at the Muggle. The thing. The beast. It was just getting rid of a pest, like stepping on an ant or a fairy. "Avada Kedavra." 

He could feel as he said it that he'd done it wrong. He didn't have the conviction, or his magic power wasn't great enough… Whatever it was, those were just empty words. His body tensed in anticipation of the punishment he'd receive later, when the other wizards were gone. 

"That's to be expected, I suppose," Macmillan said easily. "It's quite advanced magic. It would have been tremendously impressive if he had, at that age…"

"Quite," was all his father said, and it sounded cool to him.

Rodolphus apparently sensed an opening. "Avada Ked—!" He cut off sharply; Lestrange cuffed his boy upside the head to stop him taking liberties that would annoy their host. 

Father ignored that. "It's still time to clean up. Diffindo." He sliced a Severing Charm across the Muggle in a small spray of blood, but the placement wasn't immediately lethal, it just ran across his stomach. The thing screamed again. 

Father gestured toward the Muggle and the other wizards followed suit, slicing the writhing Muggle up with charms, spraying blood across the grass. His father was looking at him, an imperious stare. He dropped his eyes back to the Muddle. "Diffindo." He watched another cut open in the path of his wand across the Muggle's chest, and more blood run out to pool around him, staining the ground dark in the moonlight.

[princesssarisa]

7-questions ask for chip and mrs Potts from beauty and the beast

Mrs. Potts

Three facts about them from my personal headcanons.

She was born in poverty in England, traveled to France in search of a better life, and through hard work and reliability, rose to the status of housekeeper in the Prince's castle.

In the animated version, she's not married and never has been married; she's just called "Mrs." as a title of respect, as was traditional for older housekeepers. (For example, Nelly Dean in Wuthering Heights, who never marries but is still called "Mrs. Dean" by Lockwood.) Chip was an orphan whom she adopted by herself; this explains how she can be such a young boy's mother despite being past childbearing age.

Chip is her only real, once-human child. His "brothers and sisters" are just the castle's set of teacups, whom the spell gives the ability to move and obey Mrs. Potts's commands, but they have no personalities of their own.

A reason they suck:

Hmm... I guess that she thinks Chip is fibbing at first when he tells her there's a girl in the castle.

A reason they are great:

Her kind, intelligent, motherly nature, and the way she balances the more extreme personalities of Cogsworth and Lumiere, being warm yet not flamboyant and sensible yet not rigid.

A reason I relate to them:

I also enjoy taking care of people.

(what I consider to be) the top tier otp/ot3 for that character:

In the animated and stage versions, none, though based on the final scene, I can imagine her possibly having a future with Maurice. In the 2017 remake, her husband Jean.

Five things that never happened to the character that I believe should have happened:

In a perfect world, she would never have been turned into a teapot. (Though without the spell, there would be no plot.)

In the 2017 remake, I wish her husband Jean had been at the castle when the spell was cast, so they wouldn't have had to be separated all those years. He would have been turned into crockery too, but at least they would have been together.

Also in the 2017 remake, I wish the script hadn't given her that line about how "People say a lot of things in anger" in response to Belle's concern about the Beast saying she couldn't eat unless she ate with him. That line comes all too close to abuse apologism. I hate it when people make light of real cruelty by playing the "We all say things we don't mean when we're angry" card.

She should have shared some dialogue with Belle before the dance scene to mirror the Beast's with Lumiere.

Her human design in the animated version probably shouldn't have had white hair, just because so many people complain that she looks too old to be Chip's mother.

Five people that character never fell in love with and why.

Lumiere. He's a good friend, but a bit too wild and not grounded enough.

Cogsworth. He's also a good friend, but too fussy and tense.

The Beast/Prince Adam. Even after his character development, he's too young for her.

Gaston. She barely meets him and of course he's a villain.

Chef Bouche/Cuisinier. He's also a friend, but too much of a melodramatic "artiste" for her taste.

Chip

Three facts about them from my personal headcanons.

In the animated film, he was an orphan who was adopted by Mrs. Potts as a baby. This explains why she has such a young son at her age and why he has no father.

He was six years old when the spell was cast and has stayed six years old ever since. The Enchanted Objects don't age because their bodies aren't organic. (Yes, I know this probably contradicts The Enchanted Christmas, since there he has no memory of what Christmas is, which implies that he was a baby or toddler when the spell was cast. But by that logic – assuming he wan't born as a teacup – he should be at least ten years old, which he clearly isn't. Besides, I don't count direct-to-video sequels as canon.)

When he grows up, he'll take over the position of castle maître'd after Lumiere retires.

A reason they suck:

That his shining moment of using Maurice's invention to free Belle and Maurice from the cellar is cut from the stage musical and the live-action remake. While I understand why it wouldn't work onstage, I think they could have made it work with the CGI Chip in the remake.

A reason they are great:

He's adorable and a likable audience surrogate for little kid viewers.

A reason I relate to them:

I don't always understand the subtext in people's interactions that everyone else seems to understand easily. Much like Chip doesn't grasp the "something there" that the adults see between Belle and the Beast.

(what I consider to be) the top tier otp/ot3 for that character:

None until he meets someone his own age.

Five things that never happened to the character that I believe should have happened:

In a perfect world, that he had never been turned into a teacup.

That even as a teacup, he didn't have to sleep in the cupboard.

That instead of "I'll tell you when you're older," his mother had been straightforward and said "We think the master and Belle might be falling in love." (Although maybe she didn't want to get his hopes up in case it didn't work out.)

That in the stage version and the 2017 remake, his shining moment of freeing Belle and Maurice from the cellar hadn't been cut.

Also in the 2017 remake, that his father Jean had been at the castle when the spell was cast, so they didn't have to be separated.

Five people that character never fell in love with and why.

Belle. She's like a grown-up sister to him.

Fifi/Babette/Plumette. She's also too old for him.

Madame Armoire/de la Grande Bouche/de Garderobe. Again, too old.

Mrs. Potts. No mother/son incest!

Any of the Bimbettes. He never meets them.

[moviemunchies]

I decided I should watch a new Christmas movie that I hadn’t seen before, and so I looked at the Netflix holiday collection, and I found this! I remember seeing that it existed when it first came out, so I thought I’d give it a go.

Here’s what I thought.

A Boy Called Christmas opens with the framing device of these three kids in modern day, whose Dad has to leave for work or something, and they’re being left in the care of their late mother’s aunt. They haven’t had time to decorate for Christmas this year. To get them into the spirit, their aunt tells them this story, which is the basis of the movie.

And so at some point in the past in Finland, a boy named Nikolas lives in the woods with his father. When the king calls his subjects to find a sign of hope in these troubled times, Nikolas’s father goes with some of the local men to Elfhelm, a storied land from his late wife’s stories. When he doesn’t come back, Nikolas goes on a quest to go find his father–leading him to becoming the legend that we all know and love. 

It’s another Santa Claus origin movie, basically. And it’s… it’s fine.

[makes vague, non-committal gestures]

Look, the fact is that the movie is entertaining as a kids’ movie. The Plotting and character work is severely lacking, though. I kept comparing it to the Rankin-Bass Santa Claus is Coming to Town, which is also an origin story for Santa. And that one, to my memory, didn’t have a bunch of elements that were lacking justification for being in the story.

Take the mouse. Early on, Nikolas saves a mouse and swears to teach him to speak. Speak he does, eventually (with Wheatley’s voice), and then the mouse does…nothing. Absolutely nothing. I kept thinking, the times that Nikolas got captured, that he would save him somehow. But he doesn’t. He’s cute, and he’s not annoying, but he doesn’t do anything. He just exists to be a cute animal sidekick.

That’s not the only thing in the movie that’s just there. When Nikolas is imprisoned in Elfhelm, there’s just… a troll, in the same room as him, which he doesn’t see until it’s pointed out to him? It’s never really referred to again. He escapes from guards in an elf schoolroom that just happens to have an escape shoot for some reason? The film’s full of stuff like this. 

There are also really traumatic and interesting parts of this character’s backstory that feel as if they’re not going anywhere. Yeah, tragic things happen, and I’m not saying that can’t be in a children’s movie. But I’m not sure how they inform the character, or how they lead to this kid becoming Santa Claus.

I realize that I’m overthinking a Christmas movie explicitly made for children; fine! So be it! That still means that there are other Christmas specials, older ones, that don’t have these problems in them. It makes this movie stick out more. It doesn’t feel like an original take on a Santa origin story, it feels like someone was trying to imitate them and came up with this. Again, this movie is fine, but it’s not one of the standout Christmas movies, and far from the most enjoyable movies about Santa Claus that you can find.

You won’t have a bad time, I think, but there are plenty of better Christmas movies you could pick up.

[theredheaded-stuff]

Headcanons : Trauma

Warning

Sensitive content for some people

Childhood trauma, trauma responses.

Damian when he came under Bruce guard I still had a lot of consequences from past traumas in the league, some of these traumas led to certain behaviors that I think would be:

Always having an answer on the tip of his tongue, because he always needed to explain himself.

Violent attack reaction to anyone who brought their hands close to vital areas of his body

Insecurities coming from insults to his culture and ethnicity, which he ended up hearing on missions

His insecurity got worse when he saw the looks of his brothers and father, or even when people at parties pointed out the differences in their appearance.

He doesn't cry often, since he always was always scolded when he did.

He also hides his emotions and desires out of fear of hurting others or simply giving his opinion.

His body, used to protecting itself, responds violently when it feels threatened or hurt.

Also because of being forced to train from a very young age, Damian's body releases adrenaline until the end, but when that passes the body collapses, Damian passes out with some frequency.

Damian's body is small for his age from poor diet when he was in the care of only Ra's or others in the league, as Talia needed to go out on missions even though she avoided it.

His voice is very low since is rarely used

dark rooms remind him of the room he had in the league, it gives him nightmares, So he has a lot of lights in his room, some have the shape of Christmas lights

has absolute terror of becoming like Ra's someday, and once lost his mind when someone compared him to Ra's, he had a panic attack.

He had to mature quickly, but even then there was something left of his childish way, sometimes this is awakened with anesthesia or when he is around animals.

Damian is constantly on guard around him, afraid of something that might happen.

He doubts himself sometimes, as some memories were forgotten by himself due to certain traumas.

He is terrified in some really small moments like when he hears a child crying, everyone thought it was hilarious, but over time they started to worry and they were left feeling guilty afterwards.

He knows very well how to hide injuries, as he would hide some from Talia when she returned from missions.

Phrases he may have said at some point:

Alert : Phrases that can seriously hurt below

After hearing children cry and others

"I told myself I wouldn't cry about it anymore..but does every little thing remind me of that?!"

"Everything is wrong with me, Everyone deserves someone better than..this"

"I had no choice! I had no choice right? I don't like to kill? answer me Dick"

"I'm just a big mistake...I know"

"I don't know how to fix this! I don't even know how to fix myself!"

"grandfather should be dead, he is dead! But...I can't stop seeing and everywhere, everytime I look in the mirror"

"please please please...just be a bad dream..please"

"I was..I spent all my childhood praying for someone anyone to take me away, no one ever came for me"

"I don't want do this anymore Father"

"can't I just rest a little? Just for some years...and mom can bring me back someday"

" I'm a strong person! I can beat that.. right?"

"Do you really hate me, Drake?"

"Was I not enough?"

" I didn't think that... Seriously RICHARD I DIDN'T THINK YOU WOULD HIT ME was a reflex Dick! No no don't look at me that way"

"Are you crying?"

"I'm sorry...I really sorry"

[aikoiya]

DP Christmas Fic Prompt

I NEED a DP fic where Vlad plays as Scrooge.

Like, I don't want the main character to be Danny. He should only be a secondary character at most. Hell, you could feasibly make him the Tiny Tim of the fic, but instead of him being crippled with illness, the problem is much more nuanced. Ranging from the stress of protecting the town day in & day out, his parents being so utterly detrimental to his Christmas experience, or even the possible looming threat of his own parents discovering his identity & possibly not reacting in the best way.

The 3 ghosts shouldn't be anyone familiar as far as Danny Phantom goes. That would just cheapen the story.

Just the ghosts from the story.

Now, I think that the Ghosts of Christmas Time get a pass as far as the Christmas Truce goes because they don't do anything to detriment people. Rather the opposite. What they do is largely for people's benefits.

But even more interesting would be if Christmas Carol was a true story that everyone in the fic just thinks was made up by Dickens. But really, he just wrote what he was told by the real Scrooge.

Now, this is Vlad in the modern era, who knows the story, but thinks it's all rubbish.

What if the ghosts were able to turn off his powers? I imagine that they are powerful zeitgeists, but less powerful than Clockwork.

I'm really liking the Scrooge: A Christmas Carol movie so far, so maybe it can be a mix of that & the other animated Scrooge movie?

No Cheerlings or Fearlings, though please.

---

Now, I hc that Vlad grew up rich, bit still had not the best life.

I write him as having a terrible, narcissistic, abusive, neglectful father who cared little for him beyond what Vlad could do for him & a sweet, kind, demure & doting mother who loved him. All-in-all, his early Christmases were good ones as it was the only time of year when his father would soften & his mother got to enjoy herself.

Until one Christmas, when his mother miscarriages & she begins to get depressed.

Skip forward to Christmas after his father's death & his mother's struggles to keep Christmas a happy time for them. Then subsequent lonely Christmases after he'd been admitted to boarding school by his relatives upon his mother spiraling into mental instability & hospitalization.

Next would come Christmas in college & the fun of having real friends that didn't care about his riches or status.

Followed by Christmases in isolation in the hospital.

But much like in Scrooge, it'd show another side to the story.

Past would show him a different perspective of his accident. One where it was a mistake on both Maddie & Jack's part. Then, their worry for him as they waited for him, then were shuffled out by doctors worried for radiation.

How they'd tried to stay connected over the years, but were always turned away & their letter burned by who Vlad recognizes as Spectra, who had be feeding off of his misery that whole time.

Followed by his many years of loneliness even after having been let out of the hospital. Christmases working overtime to impress corrupt businessmen that darkened his heart. Then, later schmoozing with competitors, only to overshadow or kill them & take all their money.

Once Present is involved. He gets greater incite into Danny's life & how awful his parents make it for him during that time of year as well as his general paranoia that someone will break the Christmas Truce.

He is also briefly shown just how difficult his life is as the protector of Amity. Just how little sleep he gets & even his regrets over not having someone he can really relate to. How, he almost had Vlad, but the old man ruined it by be a megalomaniacal idiot.

Vlad learns that, even now, Jack wishes for his good health, while Maddie just does not like him ever since he tried to come on to her in Colorado.

In the Future, he sees... Essentially, the fallout of Phantom Planet.

Yes, initially, Danny's life is better, but it slowly goes downhill. The stress of having to protect an entire town while making up for his parent's overenthusiastic mistakes.

Their overreaching as they ask to study him.

How he can't leave town because, if he did, the town would collapse.

He even gets a brief view of Dan's timeline & how it lead to Dan, the destruction of Earth & Vlad's part in it.

Before finally seeing what happened to himself in Phantom Planet. Space dust...

[cherrykindness]

wild tweets |

pairing: Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: as newlyweds, you and harry read thirsty comments for buzzfeed.

warning: it's thirsty tweets, so below there is adult humor 😳

"It's a bright, sunny morning in Los Angeles, and there's nothing I want more than to be on BuzzFeed and read wild tweets alongside my husband."

"Thirsty tweets, babe." Harry corrected, laughing out loud with the producers behind the cameras.

"Thirsty Tweets." You said quickly, putting your hand over your mouth to stifle a giggle. "I'm terrible at that, I'm sorry. Can we start over?"

"Let's take a break for one to two minutes. You've given us a great introduction, Y/N."

You shook your head, smiling shyly before turning to Harry, who was already watching you with that easy smile at the corner of his lips. You liked how his hand remained firmly on yours, making those circular movements with the thumb that always served as a natural medice for your anxiety.

"You look so fucking beautiful."

The pleated dress with flounce sleeves fit you like a glove. You had made peace with the various shades of white since the wedding and knew that Harry liked to see you in that color too.

"Thank you, you're not too bad either, Styles."

You intimately suspected that Harry would always seem far beyond that "not bad" that came out as a euphemism from your mouth. He wore nothing but a pair of bell-bottom pants in a strong shade of blue and a soft vest printed with fluffy little sheep on a striped American collared shirt - in your opinion, no one could look better in farm animal clothing than Harry Styles and Princess Diana with her red "Black Sheep" sweater in the 1980s. In contrast, you knew your husband well enough to know that he was arrogant and knew exactly how hot he looked - you also made your thoughts clear enough when you kept him backstage beyond ten minutes in a rather heated kissing session.

"Are you anxious?" you asked curiously, remaining with downcast eyes fixed on the strokes that remained assiduous on your warm skin. "To read about how the whole internet dreams of fucking my wife?! Of course." Harry joked, leaning over to leave a small one on your cheek. "We agree on that, don't we? Although I'm a little nervous, I'm really interested to know all the crazy things they say about you. Everyone knows you're mine at the end of the day, that's enough."

At the end of the break, you and Harry made a silent agreement that you should be the first to pick up one of the scattered papers in the red pot. There were quite a significant amount of tweets, and as much as you were used to reading rather sordid things about your husband on the Internet, the excitement was there as if you were wading into uncharted territory.

"I would be a good girl all year round if Santa guaranteed me a threesome with Harry and Y/N Styles on Christmas Eve." You laughed, Harry staring at the camera with an expression close to the meme of the surprised Pikachu. "You guys are incredibly nasty, I love it."

"If that was the first one, I'm really worried about the next ones." Harry commented with a little corner smile, picking the next tweet out of the bucket. "I have an entire folder on Pinterest dedicated to Harry Styles' hands, and let me tell you why: those hands are art, and art needs to be recognized."

"What- Guys, you promised you wouldn't post my anonymous tweets here." You quipped with false reproach, laughing at your own stupid joke while everyone else in the studio did the same. "But I can't blame her, honestly." Shaking your shoulders, you opened another piece of paper. "Harry Styles finally confessed that he wrote Watermelon Sugar for Y/N!!!! Are you guys imagining the same thing as me?!!!!!! 🥵🍆💦"

"Exhausted emoji, eggplant emoji, and water emoji?" Harry frowned, staring at the tweet you held up. "I imagine you're in need of a vacation somewhere refreshing and you're craving a fruit that everyone eats like it's really a vegetable."

"That reminded me of that story-" You laughed, hiding your face on the table as Harry continued to offer a poker face to the camera, struggling not to keep up with you laughter. "I'm sorry, lovie, I have to share this with the rest of the world." You stated, wiping a few tears from the corner of your eyes. "Harry always wears those fancy suits to concerts, right?! Right! Turns out he looks really hot in some, like his ass molds perfectly into those tight pants and everything. I was home that night because I wasn't feeling well enough to face the big crowds, but I was still following everything on twitter. It was a concert in London, not so far from where we lived at the time, so it was obvious that he would come home after it was over. I follow some portals that do really fast updates of pictures, videos, etc; everything that happened at Harry's concert was on my timeline in a matter of seconds. When one of these profiles uploaded a picture of him with his back to the camera in a heavily accentuated black and white suit, I quickly sent him the image along with a peach emoji and then wrote "looks good tonight". He didn't reply to me until a few hours later, of course, but I obviously didn't expect a "ready for a Fifth Avenue peach salad for dinner?" and numerous cutlery emojis."

Harry rolled his eyes comically, indulging in laughter as did everyone else who occupied the backstage area.

"I'm against the eroticization of emojis." He said between uncompensated breaths, shaking his head negatively. "Let's go to the next ones, please, I'm already feeling exposed enough here."

"I like your old-fashioned spirit, baby." You assured him with a smile, laying on the sturdy shoulder hidden under the fluffy fabric.

Harry chuckled low, leaving a little kiss on the top of your head before selecting the next paper. The fans would die when that video aired, everyone was sure. You two easily forgot the cameras when you were side by side, and the public display of affection had never been a problem.

"My life mission is to look at someone the way Harry looks at Y/N and be reciprocated the way Y/N looks at Harry, then I could die happy." Harry read. "That was very good and healthy, thank you!" He smiled. "But don't settle for death in that case, please. Just make sure to keep that person around forever."

"Awn, we got so sweet now." You made a pout. "Thank you for sending us something so cute! I really hope you find the right person soon." Sending a kiss to the camera, you moved on to the next tweet. "I wouldn't want to get a golden ticket to visit Willy Wonka's factory, I would like to get a golden ticket to actively participate in Y/N and Harry Styles' Honeymoon.

"That was creative, so I will disregard the fact that you removed my last name from my wife's name." Harry joked.

"I will always be an Y/L/N." You flashed the tongue. "We had a great Honeymoon, but I know you guys already know all about it because there are pictures all over the internet of outings that I don't even remember existed."

"Even though we chose a rather reserved city, many paparazzi still managed to photograph some of our nights there." Harry agreed. "There was one particular day when we opted to have dinner at a restaurant near the beach. Y/N had found it even before the trip, it was pretty laid back and we could spend the evening at karaoke. I don't really remember what happened, but we woke up the next day with a terrible hangover, still wearing the clothes from the dinner and with several headlines saying that I was cheating on my wife in the middle of our Honeymoon with a blue-haired italian girl."

"That wig made me sexy, man." You blinked, laughing as you remembered the situation. "It's a shame the paparazzi only got low quality images, but I swear I looked really amazing that night. Italy, I miss you."

"We're coming to the end and I haven't had to ask production for a glass of water yet, thank you to whoever selected these tweets." Harry raised his thumb to the camera, smiling before turning his gaze back to the small paper he had chosen. "Y/N could literally punch me in the face and I would just bow down and thank them for it." He laughed. "She has heavy hands, so I would rethink that choice."

"It takes strong hands to be a superheroine." You blinked gracefully, referring to your works as a Marvel actress. "I move around a lot during the night, so I'll take this lovely opportunity to say that twitter can dismiss all the malicious theories about Harry always show up with a new bruise all over his body."

"Please stop making indecent assumptions while Y/N is aggressive with me at night only unconsciously, her father has access to social media."

You laughed, clearing your throat before reading the next obscenity aloud.

"I would sell all my possessions to have Y/N sitting on my lap for ten seconds."

"Oh my God." Harry laughed out loud, throwing his head back. "I should have said that in our wedding vows."

You shook your head, laughing low as you set the tweet aside.

"That was pretty funny and cheeky, I approve."

"Okay, looks like we finally got to the last one." Harry announced, waving the paper in the air dramatically before opening it. "Harry could literally crush me with those boots while fuc- I need that glass of water." He said dumbfounded, hiding his face between his hands after throwing the tweet over his shoulder. You laughed out loud next to the organizers, and meanwhile Harry leaned his head on your bust, staring at you still with wide eyes. "Please promise that we will be careful with our future children on the internet."

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Plots line and episode themes that would have improved Sons of Anarchy.

Against my better judgement, I'm re-watching Sons of Anarchy. I've come up with some things that I think would have been good to see; most of them are silly, childish, and unrealistic, but that show was in dire need of some lightness. These are in no particular order, and you are more than welcome to use these ideas for fanfiction (not that they're any good). I must stress that this is for fun, I know how ridiculous all of this sounds.

1. A "day in the life episode" where we follow everyone around for a day or two to see what life was really like.

2. A Halloween episode, trick or treat, decorating the clubhouse, and there's an urban legend that if you ride on Halloween night, you might see the grim reaper on the road. Everyone knows it, half the club is scared shitless, and the other half couldn't care less.

3. A Christmas episode, they have a gift exchange at church, Juice gets everyone a gift certificate to Clear Passages. Happy is secretly the best gift-giver, Gemma insists on spoiling her grandchildren, and Clay is a dick about it.

4. The kitty plotline, Happy, Tig or Kozik (they seem to be the animal lovers), find a neonatal (0-8 weeks) orphaned kitten and spend their day bottle feeding it; everyone takes turns looking after the kitten. They vote for their name, and they are allowed to up on to the church table (not without protest for Clay). One day the kitten falls asleep on the gavel, and no one has the heart to do anything

5. An episode that follows Able and Thomas. We get to see Jax be a father and actually do shit instead of leaving it to Tara and Gemma.

6. An episode that follows the Old Ladies.

7. A "there's a huge storm approaching" episode, where everyone bunkers down to prepare for the oncoming storm. There's at least one scene with thunder and lighting, Piney lets the kitten hide in his Kutt.

8. An episode where a bunch of pick-up artists got to the club thinking they could pick up women and are kicked out for being assholes.

9. A "save the bees" episode where Gemme guilts all the guys into helping out the community garden.

10. The prison plotline. Season 3 should have been a few episodes longer where we get to see the guys in prison and how the club is doing without them. We get more on Tara and Gemma, and there's an episode where Thomas is born.

11. Jax, Tara and the kids go to a shelter to adopt a cat (Charlie Hunnan is a cat person). Happy told Jax if he didn't go to a shelter, he would never forgive him.

12. We actually see the planning of the wedding in season 4. Gemma insists everything be a certain way.

13. An episode that shows the Croweaters (I hate that term) as people and not props.

14. A club party episode (similar to patch over) where we see everything from the planning to the cleanup.

15. A church episode, where most of the episode is set in the temple.

16. An episode where we get to see the guys doing their day jobs as mechanics, workplace inspectors come along, and Gemma death glares then into giving a good report.

17. A musical episode, lots of shows have done one, and the cast is full of excellent singers. Alternatively, someone buys a karaoke machine, and everyone tries it out.

18. In an ideal world, seasons 6-7 didn't happen, and there wasn't so much tragedy but saying that the last scene should have been Jax seeing Tara's spirit and them crossing into the afterlife together. I dislike her character, but Jax did love her, and I still refuse to watch the last half of season 7 because of the shit end, I just wanted a happy ending.

[moxfirefly]

Good afternoon, this has been in the works for a while now and I finally got around to finishing it and being pretty content of it (this is gonna go up on AO3 soon along with the others that aren’t request) but I wanted to post it here first. Enjoy!

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

“Wish you were here right now

All of the things I'd do”

Gaming was always an escape.

From childhood to adulthood. There was some gaming equipment in your hands, controls, handhelds, keyboards and so on. There was just something calming about entering a fantasy world and immersing yourself in scenery and stories that made you stray from bad days and long nights.

For Donatello it was the same.

On one of his many supply scavenges Splinter had found a dumpster near a toy store that was going out of business. It was a memorable haul for them. What they expected to be routine things mixed with some type of groceries had turned into literal Christmas in July. Stuffed animals, board games, action figures and even a few gaming consoles with some cartridges and cd’s. Noticeably they were considered damaged or improperly manufactured, but they didn’t care and for Donnie he had spent a good week and a half fixing up the Nintendo and Play Station 2 consoles back into working conditions.

That alone had been plenty for him but nevertheless Mikey being so excited about playing wanted him to join him. They had played for hours and each disc or cartridge they tried out held a new story, a new set of controls to learn, new visuals and such. He was immediately hooked.

When he had gotten the first parts to start building a PC from scratch he knew there would be another world of possibilities for games.

Now gaming is a leisure for Donnie. Something he does for enjoyment and an escape when his projects become too much. The world of online gaming allowed him to also explore the possibilities of chatting with others though, the humans they were not allowed to see or speak to (with the exception of their Hogosha) but needless to say it wasn’t like Donnie broadcasted his identity and whereabouts. More so these people only came to game and speak game.

Donnie absolutely does detest the unnecessary sexism that gaming brings. Many a time he had read on chats or heard on his head set such derogatory comments thrown at female players. Never the one to stand such misogynistic behavior (he was raised better and had heard enough horror stories from April) he always shot that shit down quickly. Given his status as being far above his gaming peers he had developed respect and none of them ever shot back at him.

That’s how he runs into you.

On the opposing team nonetheless.

Once your female voice ran through the ears of the group he had been stuck in, the comments began to rain down. Some colorful, some lazy and some downright disgusting. Donnie had had enough and with some of his more illegal methods, had managed to push out the players in his party and send the audio recording to the email of the developers.

On exceptionally petty days he did far worse.

You had been stunned, wondering why the gang of immature boys had suddenly disappeared. Only one of them remained with the gamer tag specifying ‘Don_DuzMachines’ you couldn’t help but giggle at it.

You had asked if the sudden disappearance had been a weird glitch and if Don (as you assumed you should call him) had anything to do about it.

“Let’s just say I’ve got my ways” His soft voice rang through your headset.

“Well it’s hardly the first time I’ve had a gang of prepubescent boys tell me to suck their dicks” You started to move away in the map but stopped abruptly.

“Hey do you wanna play something else?” You asked tentatively. “Figured the least I can do is thank you” Donnie sat back pensively, well there was no harm in that now was there?

And so it started innocently.

Co-op games even the occasional match against one another. Each game you two always spoke through your headsets. Mostly banter about strategy or directions for who to do what or the occasional friendly jabs. You hadn’t revealed much that wasn’t the nickname you used as your gamer tag, and well Don had basically done the same.

That is until you decide to poke a little into his life. “You go to college?” You had asked, fingers gliding over the keyboard as you both partook in a raid. Donnie hadn’t expected such a question and he didn’t necessarily want to divulge much, he opted for a more ambiguous response. “I do my own studying, sort of like home schooling if you will?” Well he wasn’t wrong, Splinter had been both father and teacher to them, Donnie had just excelled more quickly and soon enough he was teaching his brothers on the academic side.

“You broke too, huh? Trust me it’s not worth the insane debt you’ll develop in six years that’ll take forty years to pay off” You chuckled with a hint of bitterness, Donnie couldn’t help but laugh and snort.

“That’s cute” You said sincerely. Donnie smiled, heat creeping up his neck.

How innocent things had been at the start.

For six months the two of you divulged little to no information. You never asked to video chat and Donnie never asked for your socials. It had just been a mutual agreement to keep the mystery that just wasn’t verbalized. Maybe it was for the better, because surely what had began as a gaming buddies situation had escalated to, well Donnie couldn’t really explain.

The first instance the two of you had been stuck on a map solving intricate puzzles. It was one of the more relaxed games the two of your partook in together when you didn’t want to deal with other players in a lobby.

“Dating apps are a nightmare, they’re only worth it for getting dumb funny stories” You had been playing but also checking some of the matches you’ve gotten on a site. Donnie swallowed, why did that settle so oddly in his stomach?

“Well any funny ones you’d like to share?” Don asked curiously hoping he wasn’t over stepping any boundaries. “One guy wanted me to cover my feet in marmalade, I really almost hit fuck it and did it” You couldn’t help but smile when Don choked, coughed and bursted out laughing.

“What kink is that even related to? I mean I know people enjoy feet but marmalade?” He was bewildered. “Come on Don don’t kink shame the poor guy, who are you to police his eclectic culinary desires?” Now the two of you couldn’t help but burst into another fit of laughter. Both your avatars were idle standing, the game somewhat abandoned in favor for the conversation.

“Hey I’m not kink shaming, we all have our weird kinks” Donnie smiled sitting back on his swivel chair. You clicked out of the dating site, chin resting on your hand. “Are we finally having this conversation? Cause I love this shit, it’s my bread and butter” You sat back in your gaming chair, tucking your knees.

Donnie felt so shy but the barrier of mistery the two of you had built urged him on. He was curious, like stupid curious what you looked like and while he had everything to figure out exactly where you were, it wasn’t morally correct for him. So why not just indulge in the conversation?

“Well it’s not feet, sorry to disappoint” He heard you laugh, an infectious sound he had grown to enjoy so much. “Feet are so passé anyways, what about bondage?” You spun slowly in your chair, the sounds of Don adjusting and clicking on the keyboard ringing in your ears.

“Bondage is a go, especially sensory deprivation” He was checking some documents April had forwarded to him in regards to a case they were dealing with, but he could multitask. You made an approving noise, nodding while taking a sip of your drink. “Into that D/s stuff?” You asked wanting to see what else he might like.

“Well yeah, but I do enjoy more um... Fem Dom stuff” He finished up the email he wrote out for April and hit send. “A man with taste, not something we get often” You chuckled but decided to add. “I wouldn’t mind having a guy submit to me” You bit the inside of your cheek a little shy suddenly.

Something about that statement made heat spread south for Donnie. The concept of being dominated? By a woman? He peaked a look behind him, pushing one side of his headset down to hear what his brothers might be up to but he heard only music and chatting voices.

“What���s your favorite thing?” He inquired almost too softly.

“Erotic ASMR” There was no trace of embarrassment in your voice and that somehow made Donnie hot.

“Maybe we frequent the same sites for that” Don boldly threw out. You made an approving face before sitting forward and typing on your keyboard. A beat or two later Donnie saw an email notification from you on one of his many burner emails. He opened it finding links to audios from various sites all catered to erotic audios. Donnie whistled, this was a gold mine and true to his predictions you did indeed have some of his favorite sites to peruse.

“It’s not just male audios by the way, there’s women too” You sat back once again, nervously playing with your hair. “Thanks... Well I do like hearing both” Donnie confessed, voice avoiding a stutter.

You grinned. Oh he was even more fun that you could’ve expected.

Curiously enough that had been the tamest experience into yours and Donnie’s sex talks. Because it hadn’t really stopped at that, they progressively escalated little by little. Fave kinks had turned to fave sites, fave sites had turned into fave videos. Donnie never pictured he’d share his hidden folder with a stranger no less.

You nor Donnie could really say how the two of you had ended up one late night, with yet another abandoned game, talking about weird but satisfying cyber sex experiences. Some of your stories had been on the more comical side but a few had riled Donnie up to the point that he couldn’t ignore it. There was a shift in your voice as well, an allure that enticed him.

“Can I be honest?” You licked your suddenly dry lips. Donnie tensed momentarily, not sure what to expect. “Of course, please” You squeezed your thighs together, ‘please’ shouldn’t sound so good coming out of his mouth. You trace lazy circles on your thighs, something pushed you. “I’m kinda turned on by this...by talking to you about all this stuff” Maybe this was overstepping it, surely there was nothing wrong between two adult friends discussing such matters.

There was no need to tell Don that you had yearned to put a face to the name. But his hesitance spoke of insecurities and you could understand that.

“I am too...” Donnie looked up at what he called a ceiling in his home, the darkness of the sewer system and concrete. He’d never have a chance with you, it was a deeply rooted desire for intimacy and if virtually he could obtain it then so be it.

For all your boldness you felt a wave of bashfulness hit, crashed around your self confidence. Then Donnie steps up and you feel your toes curl in excitement. “Do you want to have a better experience?” Donnie runs both hands down his face, who was he to provide better experiences, he’d never even physically had a partner. The slow sigh that escapes your throat is comforting static in his headset. “Yeah, yeah I really do actually” You feel a smile etch itself on your lips.

“You can call me Donnie” It’s the closest to his name, and truthfully he really wants to hear you say it.

“Y/N,” You say to which Donnie makes an approving noise, he finds your name to be pretty. He rolls it in his mouth, testing the syllables, he can envision moaning it, well he wants to moan it if he can be completely honest. He wants to put a face to that name but he quickly pushes the thought out. There’s a pregnant pause where neither of you engage or make the first attempt. Not wanting to let this mood flee, Donnie swallows and closes his eyes. The hum of the abandoned game grounding him.

“Say my name again” It’s not a forceful demand, all the contrary he wants to hear the pitch in your voice when you say it, he wants to picture how each tone would variate depending on what he would do or say. “Donnie...” You smile to yourself when you say it, a hint of desire nestled in it and Don notices that and wants more of it.

There’s a lengthy sigh from your behalf, hands wandering up your thighs towards your chest. “I’d like to be there right now, would like to say it against your lips” Your bold confessions makes Donnie’s pulse quicken. He runs a ghosting touch up his plastron, the vision of a delicate hand doing it. The imaginary weight of you on his lap grinding down on his hard member. Donnie grips himself through his shorts a soft groan escaping his parted lips.

“Want you to kiss me” He swallows dryly, the approving noise you make pushing him forward. “Feel your lips all over, feel your mouth around me...” He lifts his hips, hand cupping himself and the small hitch in your breath is a sound he wants permanently recorded in his brain.

“God are you big? I bet you are” You kneed your breast, thumb and forefinger pinching the sensitive nubs until they’re perked. Donnie smirks to himself, freeing his aching member and looking down at himself. Mutant genes aside he feels somewhat shamefully proud of his cock, he wonders if you would like it... deeply buried within you. “Yeah I am, I think you can take it something tells me” You catch that teasing tone and the urge to swallow him whole and make him see stars is too much.

Your hand finds its way into your underwear, the warm wetness making you moan as you tease your middle finger between the lips to find your sensitive nub there. You bite back another lengthy moan but recover enough to breathlessly say, “oh fuck, Donnie” and that very sound makes him shiver. Never did he think he’d hear something so temptingly good, said with such sincerity. God the things he would do to smell your arousal right now, to taste the wetness. “Push two fingers in slowly” Donnie almost pleas, his voice shakey, hand pumping his cock at a steady pace. You do as he wishes, your gutted moan making more precum gather at the tip of his member.

“God-shit- you sound so good, wish you were riding my big dick right now” He wants to chastise himself for saying something like that, but he can’t deny that statement shakes something in you. He can hear it, the sound of your fingers mixed with a continuously rising string of moans. “Ohmygod” Words tumble out strewn together by your pleasure. “Donnie please, please fuck me harder” That alone makes him sit up and push forwards, one hand on his desk as the other works himself up in upward twisting strokes.

Donnie can’t erase the idea of slamming into you right here on his desk, maybe bent over, maybe you’ll let him cum on your face...

He pushes the idea away, he can’t envision your face now, not right now, not when your moans have you sounding this deliciously in need. You’re plunging two fingers into your core as your free hand runs firm circles around your clit. “Christ Donnie you sound so good baby” You moan, perspiration covering your body and Donnie can only groan his approval.

There’s a few minutes where it’s just the two of you lost in your own pleasure together. The constant chants of ‘fuck’ and ‘god’ and ‘yes’ mixed between the two of you. “Say it... again” Donnie groans out, hand quickening, briefly gathering some saliva and letting it fall on his hard member for better traction. “Don-oh, Donnie cum in me!” You’re so far gone, not caring what comes out of your mouth. The wet sounds in your head set and a vibration you figured could be static mixed with his groans was all you heard.

Donnie’s hips twitch, feels that request swim inside of his brain and the image of burying himself as deeply as you could take is all he needs. Just as your moans rise in crescendo he feels the first twitch and relief of his orgasm overtake him. He’s never felt it hit him this hard it knocks the wind out of him, each rope shooting out onto his hand and floor. In his minds eye though, it’s your suffocating heat taking it, milking him until he’s a shivering mess. It plays perfectly like a movie, he swears he can even feel your lips at his neck and arms holding him tight.

Your sounds are enough to keep him stroking, the way your voice pitched up with the sound of his name entwined, forever recorded in his brain. Your entire body tensed to the point of uncomfortable but it was impossible to stop abruptly when he sounded so lost in you. Your leg shakes and stiffens and it takes every inch of control to not become liquid and slip away into comforting bliss.

Eventually the sounds of heavy breathing slowly but surely settling are the only things the two of you can hear in your ears. There’s a mess, for you and for him. The understanding of things transpired crossing each of you two’s brains. Should you speak first? Should he?

“Um, you with me?” You settle, skin sweaty and mouth dry. There’s movement on the other line, a quiet cuss here and there and you smile. “Yeah, sorry just... made a mess” His voice has that sheepish tone and you can’t help but chuckle.

“Great thing about being a girl, we can conceal the evidence better” You stretch your aching legs enjoying each joint pop. “The female anatomy never seizes to amaze me, trust me” Donnie leans back in his chair, napkin cleaning any other soiled spot.

The silence was somewhat comfortable, the buzzing of good chemicals slowly settling.

“Was this okay?” He asked, hesitant tone in your ears.

“More than okay if you ask me” You kept it light not wanting him to feel odd or even ashamed.

You ventured on slowly, forming the question in your brain and bouncing it back and forward with a swallow. “If, and I mean if you want to, we can maybe do this from time to time” You worried a thumbnail between your teeth. Donnie’s gaze watching the idle screen of the abandoned game, he thought hard but briefly.

“I... yeah I would” He smiles to himself, even if the nagging thought that this might not last clutches the back of his mind. Why ruin a good thing? This was good more than good and you suggested to continue.

He doesn’t want to preoccupy his brain with scenarios, or if that dreaded ‘let’s meet’ sentence decides to cross your lips. If this is the inch of intimacy he gets to have and it’s with you, who he has grown so fond of, then he’s selfishly taking that inch and guarding it with his life.

Mutely you both remain on the line, no words spoken from the agreement, just simply enjoying that the two of you were present.

Even if not physically.

[miekasa]

pls do dad!armin hc I’M BEGGING YOU <3

Fine. FINE. Just this once... since it’s father’s day or whatever but this is the last one I swear 🙄🙄

He was very nervous to find out you were having a kid, but it turns out all of that was for nothing because he’s pretty good with them.

Still, Armin wouldn’t want too many kids—he would love all the ones you guys do have, but he doesn’t want a family as large as Jean’s or anything.

So you have one daughter and she is the center of his entire world. Nevermind the fact that even as an infant she clearly is a mommy’s girl, Armin still loves her with his whole heart, he’d give up anything for her.

She’s a pretty quiet kid, even as a baby. Not a lot of screaming or crying or kicking or whining—just a lot of sleeping. She’s almost scarily quiet... to the point where a few weeks after taking her home, Armin took her right back to the hospital because he was worried something might have been wrong with her hearing

A valid concern, but you admit it was a little funny seeing him fuss around and essentially try to cause a crying fit. Most other parents would kill to have a kid this quiet, and here was Armin snapping in your baby girls face trying to startle her.

Turns out nothing was wrong, the doctors (several, Armin wanted to be sure) assured you that her hearing was fine; she’s just a tired little bundle of joy. It’s gives Armin a lot of relief to know she’s perfectly healthy, but it does freak him out a little when he picks her up and she falls asleep within the next two minutes.

She does not get Armin’s blonde hair and he’s not upset about it. He’s not, really. Ask him, he’s perfectly fine with it. Not even a little bothered because he knows blonde is recessive. He gets it. Totally. Not bitter.

Truthfully, she looks... almost nothing like him at all, she’s all you, save for the shape of Armin’s eyes and his button nose; but just about everything else she gets from her mom. At first glance, you wouldn’t even be able to tell she was Armin’s kid.

Do you know how exhausted and bitter he is when he picks her up from school or whatever after school activities she has and they ask him for ID every single time 😭😭

She acts like him though, and as she gets older, it’s apparent she’s got his mind and curiosity and quite frankly, his ability to manipulate the two of you into getting her just about anything she wants.

Armin loves hanging out with her as she gets older, and he’s a pro with homework help, though she turns out to not need much help. She just pretends to because she likes spending time with Armin and counting dinosaurs with him.

Matching family pajamas for every holiday occasion: Christmas, Easter, New Year’s, St. Patrick’s day, hell even your birthdays. You all have matching pajamas and Armin loves it.

When she’s a baby, one of the first things Armin buys for her is a little plushy/stuffed animal, and you better believe it stays by her side through thick and thin. She’s very careful with it, even at five years old—she would never take it anywhere where it could potentially get dirty, and she keeps it in tip top shape. It’s her most prized possession.

At around that age for father’s day, she gets Armin a miniature/keychain version of the same plushy and he literally cries himself to sleep thinking about it it’s the cutest thing anybody has ever done for him. He wears it around with pride, happily telling people the lore of tiny stuffed animal hanging from his keys whenever they point it out.

Around that age is also when Armin realizes that maybe... maybe one more kid wouldn’t be too terrible. He grew up and only child and, yeah, he had Eren and Mikasa, but he always did wish he had a sibling...

You saw how your daughter turned out, so you don’t know why Armin is still sighs deeply when your son comes along and he also looks nothing like him 😭😭

He’s almost tempted to keep having kids until one of them at least resembles him a little bit. According to punnet squares if you had four at least one of them should look something like him right...

Unlike your daughter, your son cries for everything, and honestly, his older sister is the only one who can calm him down; virtually nothing you or Armin do can quiet him, but when his sister holds him, all is well in his world.

Armin feels kinda guilty using her as a baby-quieting machine but what else can you two do. Sometimes she just walks into your room while you and Armin are (unsuccessfully) trying to calm the crying baby, and she just sighs. Hops up on the bed, sits criss-cross in between you and Armin, and pokes her little brother’s cheek, “You’re being a crybaby.” And like magic, he starts to settle down.

(“This is probably not what they meant by gifted kid, but I swear she has a gift.”)

When that doesn’t happen tho, or the crying fit happens in the middle of the night, you can usually wake up to Armin curled up inside the baby’s crib, with your son on his chest, and Armin’s hands holding him close.

Armin spends a lot of time picking out their baby/booster seats and is 100% looking up and comparing the reliability of different brands. That goes for most things tho, from strollers to bibs, he’s done a thorough check on everything.

Obviously loves beach days with the kids, even if all your son can do is sit and splash his little baby hands around. Armin thinks it’s precious and he loves holding him up and dipping his little feet into the water.

His favorite thing tho is lining everyone up to leave footprints in the sand. He always takes a picture and keeps it as his homescreen.

Mikasa is the more trusted babysitter, but whether you two like or not, Eren is the favorite. There’s just something about him the kids like. Eren doesn’t have the same talent as your daughter, but even he can quiet down the crying toddler quicker than you can. (“They just recognize greatness.” “It’s just because you’re tall and your hand is big, shutup Eren.”)

They also really like Sasha, especially your daughter, and she very loudly proclaims that Mikasa and Sasha are her role models.

Blushes very easily whenever his kids poke at or kiss his cheeks. The one picture you have him and your daughter on Armin’s birthday with her hands around his neck giving him a kiss as he blows out his candles is one of his favorites.

He tries to become a better cook, but it doesn’t work out, so he leaves that you. What he does get good at is bath time and doing hair. Braids, twists, ponytails, headbands, bows, the whole show, he becomes a pro.

He’s a fucking wreck when you send them off to school/daycare for the first time. He made fun of Eren for not being able to make it through one work day after his paternity leave was up, but Armin is hardly any better. He doesn’t end up staying at home like Eren, but it is a big adjustment for him, and he can’t say he enjoys leaving them at all. 

When your daughter learns how to read, it’s her that reads bedtime stories to him. And Armin sits there and listens like she’s the greatest storyteller in the world and always applauds her for her reading skills. 

For whatever reason, one of the few things your son likes to fall asleep to is the sound of Armin typing on his computer, so he beings to use it to his advantage; he saves just a bit of work to do from home in the evenings, and conveniently does it all right before bedtime. 

Speaking of which everyone, yourself included, gets a little kiss on the forehead before bed. Two on your birthdays. 

[afeb]

Draco Malfoy - Ravishing

I walked out the Yule Ball early, a sickening feeling growing in my stomach as couples began to slow dance. It simply reminded I’d come here solo off the back of Hermiones advice: fat lot of good that was.

I wandered the empty halls of the castle, taking my heels off and walking bare foot. I watched as Draco, also alone, turned the corner ahead of me. I decided to follow him, having nothing better to do. I turned the same corner and frowned as he seemed to have disappeared.

“Follow me, Y/L/N?” I jumped as I peered behind a large black curtain, seeing Draco sat on a stone bench by himself.

I moved to sit across from him. “Better than being at that ball.” I sighed. “Where’s Pan?”

He shrugged. “Went off with some Slytherin.” He bitterly said. “Where was your date?”

“Didn’t have one.”

He scoffed and smirked. “Really?”

I frowned and folded my arms. “What’s so funny about that?”

He raised his hands. “Not funny, I’m just surprised.” He defended.

“Oh...” I sighed. “Well, thanks I guess.”

He leant back a little as his eyes trailed over me. “So what’s your ancestry?” He asked.

I frowned. “Why does that matter?”

He shrugged. “Just wondering.” He drawled out, when I didn’t reply he asked again.

“Just...witches and wizards, like everyone else.” I vaguely replied.

“So no muggles?” I shook my head. “So you’re a pure-blood?”

I scrunched my nose. “Don’t use that word.”

“What, muggles?” He smirked.

“No.” I snapped. “The P-Word.”

“Pure-blood.” He said loudly. I simply glared at him. “You know, you and I should really stick together.”

“And why’s that?” I asked.

“There aren’t many pure-blood families around anymore, everyone these days has some muggle in them.” He bitterly said. “How come I never knew? My family knows all pure-bloods.”

I stood and went to leave, finished with this conversation but Draco followed me. “My family aren’t like yours, we aren’t proud of our heritage.” I shortly said, heading towards the Ravenclaw home room.

Draco shoved his hands in his pockets. “They should be.” He said. “So you keep it a secret then?”

“As best I can.” I said as we stood outside the Ravenclaw painting.

He gazed at the portrait. “You’re not in Slytherin?” He asked.

I scoffed. “God no.”

He looked mildly offended before a smirked graced his face. “Well, I’ll leave you alone then.” He leant a little closer. “You look ravishing tonight by the way.”

Before I could respond Draco turned and cockily strolled away.

***

“I’m home!” I called into the house as I dumped my suitcase on the floor. “Hello?”

I walked into the kitchen where my mother and father were deep in conversation. “Ah, just the girl I wanted to see.” My father smiled as he enveloped me in a hug.

I chuckled and squeezed him tight. “What were you guys talking about?” I asked as I hugged my mother.

“This.” She handed me a letter.

Dear the Y/L/N Family,

You are cordially invited to the Malfoy Mannor for lunch on the 20th of December.

Please RSVP before attending.

Yours sincerely,

Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy

I frowned down at it. “Well obviously we aren’t going.” My mother and father shared a look. “You aren’t seriously thinking about going.”

My mother stood by my side. “Your father seems to think he can convert them to our way.” She sighed. “I don’t.”

My father looked at both of us. “Look, we made a decision to incorporate the muggles way into our life, we said Y/N could see muggles if she wished. If our family can do it, maybe they can too.”

“Do you know anything about the Malfoys?” I asked. “They’re vile people.”

My father looked sternly at us both. “We’re going, end of.”

Both mine and my mothers mouths dropped. “I’m not being nice.” I said.

My father smiled and kissed my forehead. “I don’t want you to be.” He smirked before leaving the room.

***

Our carriage pulled up to the Malfoy Mannor, the family patiently stood on their doorstep. I rolled my eyes and looked over at my mother, who was doing exactly the same thing.

“If for nothing else, enjoy the food.” My father winced before opening the door and helping us out.

“Mr. Y/L/N,” Lucius opened his arms. “A pleasure to meet you!”

“And you.” My father curtly said.

They shook hands before the attention turned to my mother and I. “Are these beautiful ladies with you?” I wanted to gag.

“Yes, this is my wife, Y/M/N, and this is my daughter, Y/N.” I didn’t take the hand that was offered to me.

“Pleasure.” I shorty said, my eyes flicking to Draco as he held back a smirk.

“Please, come in.”

You wouldn’t believe Christmas was in five days. The house was dark and cold, no decorations what so ever apart from a feeble Christmas tree in their large living room. It was far too big and grandiose, it was cocky.

We were all soon seated around the table, an excessive amount of food laid out on the table. The servants placed napkins on our laps.

“Thank you.” I smiled brightly at the older lady.

“We don’t thank the help.” Lucius politely said.

“I do.” I innocently smiled back.

I saw Lucius fists ball for a second before he tightly smiled. I didn’t have too much food, more so pushed it around my plate to appear as though I was eating. My father and Lucius spoke about everything from politics to Hogwarts. Nacissa attempted to speak to my mother, but much like me my mother either ignored her or didn’t make an effort in the conversation.

Thankfully Draco didn’t speak to me, simply stared into space. “Draco,” his father said. “Why don’t you show the lovely Y/N around our house whilst we discuss other matters.”

“Yes father.” Draco said before standing, beckoning me after him.

I looked towards my mother who smiled encouraging, her eyes telling me to convince Draco of our ways. My father smiled brightly as I left the room, Draco leaning against the wall in the hallway. He perked up when he saw me.

“The lovely Y/N.” He mocked, offering me his elbow to hold.

I slapped him away. “Get on with it then.” I grumbled.

We didn’t speak as we wandered the house, ending up in the library upstairs. I gazed around the books as Draco watched me closely.

“You like reading?” He asked.

“Oh yes,” I sighed. “I love books. Any type, it doesn’t matter to me.” I turned to smile at him.

He stood and approached me, I grew a little uncomfortable as he reached over from behind me, his chest brushing my back. “This is my favourite.”

He pulled a small book from the shelf. “Tales of Beedle and the Bard.” I smiled. “My mother always read this to me.”

Draco smiled down at me. “I had a Nanny growing up and she always read me stories.”

We gazed at each other for a moment. “No muggle books, I see.” I noted, stepping away and looking out the window.

Draco scoffed. “Why an earth would we have those?”

I shrugged. “Some of them are good.” I defended, opening the small book in my hand and reading over it. “There’s an author called Terry Pratchet and he comes up with the most amazing stor-“

“I don’t care.” Draco snapped. “Whatever it is, it’s terrible. Everything they do is terrible.”

“And everything you do is so great?” I snapped, slamming the book down.

“All those muggles do is start wars and mate, they’re hardly intelligent creatures.” He sneered as he stepped towards me.

I scoffed. “What about the war You-Know-Who is starting, and how do you think you were born?”

He peered down at me. “At least our mating is clean and right, they’re just like animals.”

Our faces were close together. “I’d happily mate with them.”

Suddenly Draco grabbed my jaw and pressed me against the tall window. “Don’t say that.” He snapped. “Someone as pure as you shouldn’t even consider mating with such filth.”

My small hand tried to pry him away, but he was too strong. “Why does that bother you? Hm?” I glared.

His eyes flicked down to my lips. “Because I want to fuck you.”

Before I could utter a word his lips were harshly pressed to mine, body rubbing against me. I attempted to push him away but Draco stayed put. He was good, too good. I slowly ran my hands through his hair, his evil smirk forming against my lips.

“Knew you wanted me.” He jeered, lips pressing down my neck. “You’ve always wanted me.”

I gasped as he bit my neck, sucking the sensitive flesh. “Draco.” I breathed out, rolling my hips up against his.

“Want it, little girl?” He taunted. He quickly spun me around, hand immediately palming my behind. “You can have it.”

His hands went to the hem of my skirt, pulling it up and over my ass and groaning as he saw my green underwear. “Like you knew I was going to fuck you.” He sighed before moving my underwear to the side and sinking his fingers into me. “So wet.”

I moaned deeply and pawed behind me, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. His fingers came to my mouth as I tasted myself from him. “Taste that? So sweet I could drizzle you on my breakfast.” Draco breathed.

He quickly pulled himself out, easing his tip into me before harshly grabbing my hips and thrusting into me. “You always wanted this, didn’t you?” He moaned into my ear. “Wanted my cum inside you, no one else’s.”

“Yes.” I agreed, throwing my head back against his shoulder as he kissed over my neck.

“No muggle could make you feel this good.” He promised. “No muggle could make you cum on his cock the way I do.”

“No, only you.” I agreed, my hand gripping his hair tightly as he moaned again.

“Fuck, I wanna see you filled with my cum.” He confessed. “I wanna see you carrying my child, knowing that it was my clean cum that got you pregnant.”

“Ah, fuck!” I wailed out, jumping as his hand came to cover my mouth.

“Shut up,” he snapped. “Your daddy has high hopes of you fucking some muggle, how disappointed he’d be knowing his little girl is getting pregnant from me.” He sneered.

I moaned into his hand. His arm circled around and began to rub small but harsh circles into my clit, groaning as I clenched around him. “You gonna come, Sweet Thing?”

I nodded frantically. “Good, cum for me.” My moans were muffled by his hand as I clamped around him, my pussy spasming as he forced an orgasm from me.

His hand dropped from my mouth as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling my body flush against his. “Cum inside me.” I whined out. “Please.”

“Fucking hell, gonna paint your womb with my cum.” He promised as his hips stilled and hot ropes of cum came inside me. “Fuck.” He leant against me, kissing over my cheek and neck.

He pulled out, watching as the cum leaked from me. He sighed and pulled my skirt down, turning me around. His hand softly cupped my face as he leant in and sweetly kissed me.

“Don’t clean yourself up,” he smirked. “I want to know you’re walking around with my cum inside you.”

I bit my lip and nodded. “We should get back.”

His hand gripped mine as he led the way back to the dining room, letting go of me once he heard our fathers yelling at each other. We entered the room and my mother quickly pulled me away from Draco.

“Y/N, thank god, we’re leaving.” She spat at Narcissa.

“And another thing, language like mudblood and pure-blood are so outed it’s laughable!” My father yelled.

“At least I don’t want my off-spring mating with dirty genes.” Lucius snapped.

“The only dirty genes are yours.” My father retorted. “Thank you for dinner, the chicken was overcooked.”

My father grabbed mine and my mother’s hand, pulling us past Draco who simply smirked and winked at me.

Once in the carriage my father ranted and raved about the idiocy he’d just been in the presence of, my mother quickly making her distain for them known.

“What about the boy?” My father asked. “Was he any better?”

I shook my head. “Baffoon.” I said.

That wasn’t totally true.